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beom-pyu · 1 year

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txt as your boyfriend

txt x g/n!reader , tags; headcanons , fluff , non-idol au? , happy soft mushy feelings ew , no warnings!

(rest of the members after the cut!)

｡ °₊ yeonjun

∙ matching outfits allll the time

∙ if he sees a cute hoodie online, he'll buy you guys matching ones and surprise you with it

∙ takes aesthetic pictures of you

∙ you used to hate his constant candids of you because you were a little insecure

∙ but he always captures you in the most flattering, heart wrenching pics ever

∙ he wants you to see yourself in the way that he sees you

∙ a cute pic of you stopped on the sidewalk to pet a dog is his lockscreen <3

∙ constant forehead/top of the head kisses

∙ if he's slipping past you while you're cooking, he always plants a quick kiss on the crown of your head with a small "love u" before going back to whatever he was doing

∙ kissing your forehead is a mandatory step in his a nighttime routine

∙ when he has you wrapped up in his arms at night, your head resting on his chest and he just presses a few kisses into your hair before snuggling into you tighter

∙ fixes your hair and clothes for you

∙ makes it super romantic too

∙ like he'll run his finger down your cheek before tucking some hair behind your ear, gazing down at you with the most infatuated look ever

∙ if you try to cover your face in embarrassment, he'll gently remove your hands and cup your face in his before muttering how pretty you are

∙ "my pretty baby."

∙ soft smiles and loving gazes as he watches you do things you're passionate about

∙ like you could be reading a book on the couch and he'd be at the other end with your feet in his lap, just massaging your legs while watching you silently

∙ you've gotten used to the feeling of his eyes on you

∙ he just loves watching you exist

∙ like he's always in awe of your beauty, no matter how many times he's seen your face

∙ gives you those hugs where he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you into his chest

∙ works especially well if you're shorter than him

∙ shows you off

∙ he's always posting you on his instagram story with captions like "my everything" or "my angel <3"

∙ wants everyone to know that he's proud of the fact that you chose him out of all the people in this big ole world

｡ °₊ soobin

∙ exists at your every beck and call

∙ you said you're thirsty? he's bringing you three water bottles in the blink of an eye

∙ oh your shoulders are tense? he's working his nimble fingers into your muscles with soft neck kisses in between

∙ he wants to make your life as easy as possible, and he's willing to do whatever it takes

∙ pouts with a small "hmf" when he wants kisses

∙ which is a common reoccurrence because he always wants kisses

∙ nuzzles his head into your neck when he laughs

∙ plays with your fingers when he can't fully hold your hand

∙ or has an arm around your waist to keep you close at all times

∙ takes silly couple pictures with you and makes them his profile picture

∙ feeds you

∙ he'll do that dumb airplane move and you'll just blink at him like "what..?"

∙ and he just goes "ahhh" with that cute little smile and you have no choice but to roll your eyes and give in when he looks that adorable

∙ please play with his hair, it's his favorite thing ever

∙ your hands are so gentle and calming, so it always helps him fall asleep

∙ gives you his jacket whenever you show even the slightest sign of being cold

∙ like he'll wrap it tightly around your body and kiss your nose when he's satisfied with the bundling

∙ always goes to you when he's feeling down because you always manage to lift his mood

∙ like you'll be laying in your bed on your laptop, and when he comes home, he's immediately at your side

∙ he hates feeling like a burden so he doesn't say anything until you ask him what's wrong

∙ and he just spills everything out as you hold him

∙ he feels comfortable showing you his emotions because you always take care of him

∙ especially because he's always the one taking care of you, so you appreciate when he lets his guard down around you

｡ °₊ beomgyu

∙ quite literally your bestfriend

∙ lovingly teases you because your reactions are so cute

∙ always kisses the pout off of your lips so you can't be mad at him

∙ he is soooo clingy

∙ always has to have a hand on you, whether it be holding yours, resting on your back, slung over your shoulders

∙ baby just loves being close to you

∙ teaches you how to play his favorite games

∙ sits you on his lap as he explains the controls

∙ but he may get a little sulky when you turn out to be better than him

∙ he'll be like "i let you win that time!" and you'll be like "you wish!!"

∙ tickle fights

∙ he lets you do his makeup or paint his nails if you ask very nicely

∙ but only if you let him do yours in return (and he's absolutely horrible at it every time)

∙ takes candids of you, but they're TERRIBLE

∙ like you'd be mid bite of a big sandwich and you just see the flash of his phone go off and you freeze

∙ and then you proceed to chase him around, whining at him to delete the picture with him cackling in the background

∙ you two are always bickering like an old married couple

∙ but you can never stay upset at each other for longer than 10 minutes before one of you gives in

∙ he's obsessed with kissing you

∙ will find any excuse to do so, even though you guys are quite literally dating

∙ "if i eat this in 10 seconds, you owe me 10 kisses"

∙ "gyu, you can literally just ask me to kiss you"

∙ "okay, but where's the fun in that..?"

∙ you guys joke around a lot because you know that you are each other's safe space

∙ you can always be yourself around beomgyu, and he loves that he can do the same with you

｡ °₊ taehyun

∙ mention anything you want around tyun and he's buying it for you in a heartbeat

∙ you could mutter how a necklace was pretty as you passed a shop, and it'd show up in your mailbox within the next 5 business days

∙ secretly loves when you wear his clothes

∙ you could walk out of your bedroom with one of his t-shirts on and his hands would be all over you immediately

∙ kisses the back of your hand while looking up at you with his pretty doe eyes

∙ literally makes you feel like royalty

∙ holds the door for you everywhere you go

∙ even if you beat him to the door, he'll literally jog to grab the door handle first

∙ never gives you unsolicited advice, but if you come to him first, get ready for a philosophy session

∙ he just wants to see you being your best self, so he's always open to giving you advice when you want it

∙ comfortable silence

∙ like you could be doing your own things in silence, and still feel like no time is being wasted because you are just that secure in eachother

∙ don't worry though, he makes sure to slip in a kiss every few minutes

∙ he isn't one to be sappy with his words, but when he does verbally compliment you, it's the most heartfelt sentence ever

∙ like you'll just be cuddled up next to him on a lazy day that consisted of napping, kisses, and more napping

∙ and he'll just slip out a, "being with you makes everything make sense"

∙ and you're just like "where did that come from?"

∙ and he just shakes his head with a smile and kisses your lips so tenderly, you forget everything you were going to say

∙ late night drives

∙ you'll call him at 1 a.m. because you can't fall asleep, your mind too full with thoughts and stress and the weight of life

∙ and tyun will be outside your place in seconds

∙ he lets you be the dj as he drives, rolling down the windows a bit to let the cool breeze run through the car

∙ his right hand is firmly planted on your thigh, glancing over at you every now and then to make sure you're okay

∙ and he lets you talk his ear off with the softest, most fond smile resting on his lips, just happy to see you feeling better

｡ °₊ kai

∙ napping together is the biggest love language in your relationship

∙ it'll be midday on a weekend and he'll come over with a few of his plushies, clad in character themed pajamas

∙ and you'd have your own character themed pajamas on too

∙ he loves sleeping on your chest, or as the big spoon

∙ napping together is just so soft and intimate to him

∙ plus he gets your beautiful face being the first thing he sees when he wakes up, which is a win in itself

∙ comes up with a new stupid pet name for you every single week

∙ one day you're "babe", the next day you're "boo bear", and the next, you're somehow "sweetie honeybun baby"

∙ he just thinks it's funny to see the confusion on your face as the names get worse and worse

∙ he lives to make you laugh

∙ he'll send you every funny video he comes across, or crack the most random jokes just to see your smile

∙ always looking for your praise and approval

∙ he could get a new haircut and you'd be the first one he texts with a selfie asking "new cut, does it look okay?"

∙ and even though you say yes yes yes, every single time without fail, he still does that shy laugh and the tips of his ears go red and turns into putty

∙ he's literally your boyfriend, but he has these moments where he can't believe he's your boyfriend

∙ like you could randomly straddle his lap while he's sitting on the couch and push his hair back with your fingers before kissing his nose

∙ and he'll just be staring up at you with the prettiest sparkly eyes and let out a quiet "woah", out of breath by simple looking at you

∙ back hugs back hugs back hugs

∙ if you're out at an event with friends, he'll just be hanging off of you like a koala

∙ literally doesn't care about pda

∙ he's super shy, but nothing but pride fills his chest when you hold his hand in public

∙ or if you lean up to kiss his cheek while standing in line to order ice cream

∙ you always manage to give him those goofy little butterflies in his chest

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0cta9on · 1 month

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Can we get a kinda fluffy mile high Winter smut while you're in the air pretty please!

I love it when girls do the nose scrunch thing, it's so cute and Winter is no exception :))) This is unedited btw but I hope you like it regardless!!

“Oppa… Manager oppa…”

You feel Winter gently nudge your shoulder while you’re trying to sleep. Annoyed, your eyelids creep open, glaring back at her.

“What is it, Winter?”

After SM assigned you to manage their newly debuted girl group four years ago, you figured it would be an easy job, and at first, it was. Rookie Aespa was fairly easy to handle. They were all pretty timid at first, and you were more than welcome to help them navigate the treacherous idol industry. However, once the girls got used to you being around, they immediately turned into little monsters. Always running around and screaming, it was less a manager job and more a babysitting job at this point. You were constantly exhausted, even more so now that their skyrocket to fame meant constant overseas schedules.

“Oppa~” Winter groans cutely, trying to ease the tension. “I need… help.”

“Help with what? Just ask the flight attendant.” You turn your body away from her and shut your eyes. She vigorously nudges your shoulder, the sensation not unlike a cat pawing you to get your attention.

“I need a different kind of help,” she whispers, a lilt of a smirk in her voice. The tickle of her breath against your ear is enough to fully wake you up. Without another word, you grab Winter’s hand and take her to the nearest lavatory, the petite girl struggling to hide her excitement amongst all the sleeping passengers. One of the benefits of working with Aespa is that their sexual appetites are insatiable. Even Karina, who recently snagged herself a pretty successful boyfriend, still asks you to fuck her in the hotel after overseas schedules.

After ensuring that the coast is clear, the two of you sneak into the cramped airplane restroom. She pushes you against the toilet and straddles your lap. Even with no makeup on and a mask covering half her face, you still think she’s the prettiest girl in Aespa.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” You say, smiling up at her. Winter giggles, scrunching her nose at you.

“Are you just saying that to get into my pants?” She teases,” Because it’s working.” She tosses the mask away and gently smashes her lips against yours. Even at her horniest, Winter’s movements are always so soft. It’s what you like most about her. Unlike the other girls, who prefer rough, senseless fucking, Winter enjoys taking her time and ensuring both of you enjoy the experience of lovemaking.

The taste of her cherry chapstick fills your mouth - her signature flavor. Your hands wrap around her petite waist as she begins to grind her hips against your crotch, moaning into your mouth. The chorus of whimpers is music to your ears. As much as you would love to stay in this position forever, you couldn’t risk getting caught in here. With a quick zip, you discard her bulky jacket that hid the real treasure underneath.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you say. Her cheeks turn a princess shade of pink from the mere sound of a pet name. Pet names are Winter’s biggest weakness - baby, honey, love, the simple utterance of a single word will make her melt into your hands.

“Oppa~” she giggles, biting her lip. Like a switch flipped on in her head, her body reacts to the word immediately by grinding harder on your crotch, your cock begging to be broken free.

You gently take her off your lap and unzip your pants while Winter watches you excitedly.

“You like it, baby?” You smirk as you rub your length in front of her eyes. Without a word, she lowers her leggings and plants her hands against the wall, presenting her plump ass towards you.

“Please, oppa~” She begs cutely. “I wanna feel your thick cock inside me.” Her eyes watch intently as move her damp panties to the side to expose her dripping honey pot. You lubricate your length with her juices, enjoying the way Winter’s face twitches as you tease her entrance. Finally, you firmly grab her hips and slowly impale her onto your cock. Her mouth forms an “O” as struggles to keep herself from moaning.

“O-oh my god… Y-yes…” She whispers, her breath shivering. Each thrust is slow, but deep, savoring the grasp of her velvet walls around your member. No matter how many times you fuck her, each time is always better than the last. Your fingers sink into her soft flesh as pure bliss takes over your body.

“I love your pussy, baby,” you whisper sweetly into her ear. “Out of all the girls, yours is my favorite.”

“R-really?!” Her eyes light up at the compliment, inadvertently increasing the grip of her walls around your cock. A groan escapes your lips as you thrust harder and faster into her wetness, forcing you to cover her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly.

“Of course, baby. Fuck, I love you so much Winter.” The sudden confession sends the idol into a lustful spiral. She bucks her hips backwards, meeting your every thrust, while she sucks your fingers like a pacifier. You prepare to pull out as the pressure in your loins begins to build towards your climax.

“Winter, I’m about to cu-”

“Cum in me, oppa!” She exclaims way too loudly. “I want you to fill me up! My pussy is yours to claim!” Your mind is too far gone to give a damn about the consequences. With one final thrust, you slam your entire length down her pussy, shooting your cum as far down into her as you possibly can. Winter reaches climax at the same time, her juices leaking out of her full pussy and onto her thighs. That single moment is the closest you’ll ever be to Heaven, both mentally and physically.

Your body nearly crashes against the other side of the restroom as you pull out. Winter catches the combination of your fluids leaking from her pussy and brings it to her tongue, swirling it in her mouth.

“Tasty,” she comments, winking at you. Once both of you catch your breaths, you peek outside the restroom only to be met with some scrawny looking boy who gives you a knowing smirk. Sighing, you rummage through your wallet and slap a $100 bill in his hand.

“You heard nothing,” you say to him before grabbing Winter’s hand and leading her back to your seats.

#aespa #kim minjeong #aespa winter #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #winter x male oc #aespa winter x male reader #aespa winter x male oc #winter x male reader #smut #winter smut #aespa winter smut

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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bff!skz reaction to you wanting to cuddle (lino extra fluffy)

#! — THEIR REACTION TO YOU WANTING TO CUDDLE | w/ bff!SKZ

pairing. bff!OT8!skz + gn!reader

genre. fluff, hurt/comfort, slice of life.

warnings. censored swear words in some, mutual pining in most, mentions of alcohol consumption, cheating & violence.

wc. 4k

note. thank you for requesting this, anon! sorry for taking this long to answer this!

... ♡ | bang chan — airplane cuddles

The airplane was dark and completely silent, save for the occasional snores coming, mostly, from Changbin sleeping on your left and a couple other passengers around you, and the quiet but constant tapping on the keyboard of Chan’s laptop, which, quite honestly, was starting to annoy you. “Channie…” you whispered, turning your head to your right to face him. Him and his perfect side profile and dark eyes, which reflected the bright screen in front of him.

You stared as his head lightly bobbed up and down to the rhythm of the track he’d been working on for weeks playing in the chunky headphones he was wearing, and you almost felt guilty for wanting to interrupt him, but you were craving some cuddles from your best friend, and you were going to get them, in one way or another.

You lightly poked his arm with your index finger to get his attention, to which he hummed and paused the music to listen to whatever you wanted to tell him. A smile crept onto his lips as he turned to look at you and noticed your small pout. You leaned closer to his ear and mumbled, “Are you almost done?”

Chan frowned and tilted his head. “Hm, almost. Why?”

“I want to sleep.” you huffed as you stared at his screen. You still had to spend about 10 more hours in the airplane, and you were going to land very early in the morning anyways, so catching up on sleep to visit the city your best friend and his bandmates were going to perform in later in the day well-rested seemed like the best solution, given that you couldn’t access the internet and refused to pay the airline for some slow wi-fi.

He widened his eyes and removed his headphones, placing them on the pull-out table in front of him. “Oh, am I bothering you?” he asked with worry laced in his tone, his droopy, sleepy eyes staring into yours.

You blinked rapidly, placing a hand on his shoulder as you shook your head. “No, it’s just that…” you murmured bashfully, your heartbeat speeding up. You’d done this so many times already, why were you feeling embarrassed all of a sudden? You cleared your throat and said, “I’m kind of cold and want cuddles.” you blushed and moved your hands to grip the light blanket covering your shivering body, looking at him with hope in your eyes.

Chan grinned and swiftly turned off his laptop, putting it back in its bag before tucking the armrest between the two of you back into its place. “Come here.” he whispered, his now open wide arms inviting you to throw yourself in between them. And that’s exactly what you did.

And even if the seatbelt firmly keeping you in your place was not the most comfortable of feelings, Chan’s strokes, whispers, and light kisses on the crown of your head relaxed you instantly, his body heat and steady heartbeat soon lulling you to sleep.

... ♡ | lee minho — sleepy cuddles

“Hey, I’m back! Thank you so much again for looking afte—” he spoke loudly as soon as he opened the front door of his parents house, immediately clasping a hand over his mouth the moment he saw you deeply asleep on the couch, his precious cats sleeping calmly on your tummy, legs, and chest.

Minho couldn’t help but crack a smile and a quiet laugh at the scene, it being so adorable it hurt his heart. He tiptoed towards you, petting you and a now awake Dori on the head once he reached the big couch, the purrs reverberating in your tummy and soft pats waking you up right away. You tried opening your eyes, though the harsh ceiling light Minho had turned on as he walked inside the room prevented you from fully doing that as you were still very much sleepy, so you opted for squinting your eyes to look at him instead. “hi.” you mumbled.

“Hey.” he replied right away with a grin, taking a step closer to the couch to try to protect your eyes from the light, only to end up tripping on the carpet and scaring his cats away. He sighed as he watched them run away; however, a chuckle escaped his mouth when he turned back to look at you, who were looking up at him with a pout on your face and a shivering body.

“want cuddles, am cold now.” you whined, lightly hitting his thigh as revenge for scaring the cats away.

Minho didn’t need to be told that twice, as the next moment he was sprawled on top of you, squishing you between him and the couch. Your sweet scent and sleepy aura soon infected him, causing his eyes to close by themselves and him to slur his next words, “Will you accept this as payment for your cat sitting services?” He rested his ear on your chest, wanting to lull himself to sleep while listening to your steady heartbeat, which was his favorite sound in the entire world. No song, no melody, no nothing could beat the sound of your heart beating and working to keep you alive— keeping you next to him, by his side.

A smile crept on your face as Minho slowly started rubbing your sides with his hand, one of yours sneaking to play with the strands of his long black hair as the other caressed his cheek, lingering with closed eyes on the sweet body warmth you were exchanging. “mh. ‘this will do...”

... ♡ | seo changbin — post-breakup cuddles

“Weren’t you supposed to—” Changbin didn’t even have time to finish his sentence before you threw yourself between his arms, the sound of your sobs filling the hallway and your tears wetting his sweatshirt, making him blink in confusion. Nonetheless, he started rubbing your back soothingly. “Want to tell me what happened?” he softly asked, helping you walk to his bedroom since the living room was completely full of people dancing and drinking their livers away.

He opened the bedroom door and locked it behind him, walking to his bed and sitting on it with you at his side. You let out multiple shaky breaths as more and more tears fell down on your cheeks, wiping them away with your sleeves before Changbin stood up from the mattress to bring you a big box of tissues, placing it on your side. A sobbed “thank you” left your lips, immediately grabbing one to dab your eyes with it.

Your best friend crouched down in front of you, placing his warm hand on your knees, and looked up at you with care and worry in his eyes. He’d never seen you that distressed in the whole two years of you knowing each other— he frankly had no idea what to do, but all he knew was that he hated seeing you like that. And that he was going to beat the living crap out of whoever reduced you to that state.

“H-He—” you stuttered, unsuccessfully trying to blink back the seemingly endless amount of tears coming out of your eyes. You sniffled, rubbing your thighs with your trembling hands as you stared at your lap, feeling utterly humiliated. “H-He cheated…” you managed to murmur before weeping once more.

Changbin’s eyes widened, and he took your hands in his, rubbing them comfortingly as you clung desperately to his warm palms and fingers, your wet tears falling on your linked hands. All he wanted to do at that moment was storm out of the room and teach your dumbass of a boyfriend the lesson he deserved, but the thought of leaving you alone and letting you fend off your emotions and tears by yourself was not an option. “I’m so sorry, darling.” he whispered, wiping away your tears and caressing your face gently as you squeezed his hand. “Wanna... talk about it?” he quietly asked, and you shook your head. You were sure that you’d throw up if the name that you used to love to say just half an hour ago left your mouth anytime soon.

You chewed your bottom lip while drying your wet cheeks with your fingers, trying to crack a small smile that came out as a pout instead. “Co— Can we cuddle? Please?” you begged, blinking your eyes quickly as you looked into his dark ones, which seemed to have a layer of tears on them as well.

“No need to ask.” he immediately responded, standing up and taking both your shoes off before lying next to you, letting you curl up on his side and place your head on his chest. You swung an arm over his stomach and hugged him closer, sliding up to bury your head in the crook of his neck as less and less tears dampened it, your breathing becoming less frantic by the minute. You soon fell asleep, though his hands never stopped rubbing your back and his eyes never stopped admiring your sleeping features.

... ♡ | hwang hyunjin — practice room cuddles

A soft knock on the practice room door caused a sweaty Hyunjin to look at it with a confused face. “Did someone else reserve the room aside from me today?” he asked out loud to himself, rushing to the door and swinging it open, only to find a smiling you in front of him.

His frown turned upside down once he locked eyes with you. “Surprise!” you exclaimed, proudly holding a bag of homemade food up to his face. The absolutely delicious smell coming from the colorful bag caused his mouth to start watering, though a loud rumble of his stomach gave away the fact it was dinner time and— “I bet you STILL haven’t eaten anything today, am I correct?” you inquired, squinting your eyes suspiciously when he started rubbing the back of his neck and looked away. “Hmpf. Good thing I’m here then.” you said before shoving him out of the way to enter the practice room.

You placed the bag on the black couch, handing the five containers filled to the brim with food to Hyunjin. “Here, for you.” you smiled, enjoying the hungry glint in his eyes.

He sat on the floor, opening all of them up and digging in without a word. He was so enthralled in eating, he didn’t notice the dozens of pictures you’d taken of him stuffing his mouth and happily munching. “Don’t you think I deserve a hug for making all this for you?” you asked as you sat down next to him, bumping your shoulder against his with a fake pout.

“Ew.” Hyunjin side-eyed you, a disgusted glint in his eye and a furrow in his brow making you scoff. “And I don’t think you made all this on your own— this food is so Minho Hyung’s style. I think he’s the one that actually deserves a hug, don’t you think?” he teased, pinching your cheek.

Busted. “But… But still! I brought it to you! Don’t you think I deserve a little recognition for that?” you whined as your cheeks warmed up, the desperation laced in your tone clear as day. He chuckled, gulping down some of the rice he was still munching on before throwing himself on top of you, causing you to let out a shriek. “Jinnie… !”

Your best friend circled your waist with his arms and squeezed you, pressing a light peck on your exposed collarbone. “Thank you, love.” he mumbled against your skin before sitting back up and continuing to eat as if nothing happened. As if he didn't just reduce you to a hot mess on the cold floor of the practice room.

... ♡ | han jisung — comforting after a nightmare cuddles

A thick layer of sweat quickly built up on your forehead. Your breath quickened as your body shuffled from side to side. “Ji... Ji...” you chanted, our lips quickly drying from all the panting, and your words, or rather, your best friend’s name, came out as sobs, as desperate whimpers, flailing your arms around in search of something, of someone to cling onto.

“Ji! JI! I- PLEASE!” you shouted, tears dampening your cheeks while your body started trembling like a leaf, your anguished calls reverberating in the dark, formerly quiet living room. And thankfully, they finally reached the ears of the person you were desperately calling., who had just finished showering and was doing his skincare routine with some relaxing background music.

Then, Jisung panicked— had someone intruded into the apartment as he washed himself? Had something happened to you? Why were you screaming? His breath caught in his throat, pausing the music and taking a hold of the baseball bat he always kept in the bathroom for whatever reason, he finally stepped out of the room as he quickly glanced at the front door, which was, unexpectedly, closed. Every single lock was in place, everything seemed in order, but you were still screaming.

He rushed to the living room, his heart clenching at the absolutely heartbreaking sight of you crying and screaming his name at the top of your lungs as you were clearly having a nightmare on the couch. Jisung threw the bat on the floor, hurrying to sit down on the couch and engulf you in a much-needed hug. “Hey, hey, hey— I’m here.” he whispered in your ear, cradling your body from side to side in hopes of gently waking you up.

A few moments later, you slowly started to blink your eyes open, sniffles and sobs still coming out of your mouth as you slightly pulled back from his grip, trying to focus your vision on the man in front of you. “You’re… You’re here!” you smiled, not quite believing the terrible tragedy you’d just experienced was only a terrible, terrible dream. Jisung tilted his head to the side, a confused smile making its way onto his lips. You only shook your head, hugging him again and hiding your face in his broad shoulder. “F*ck, never do this to me again.” you mumbled, to which he chuckled.

“Don’t you think you can ever get rid of me, hm? It’ll never happen.” he chuckled.

“I’d never.” you replied with a smile, though you frowned when he ended your hug. “Where are you going?” you inquired, trying to avoid looking at his perfectly chiseled torso and focusing on his glowing dark eyes instead.

He stood up, putting his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants he was wearing, and slightly hovered over you, saying, “You interrupted my nighttime skincare routine, baby. I’ll be back in a few.” he murmured, wetting his lips as he stared at yours.

You gulped. The sexual tension between you and Jisung had become so thick lately that you could barely resist the urge to jump his bones. With a light shove to his shoulder, you urged him to go finish his business. “We better cuddle the second you come back, though.” you commanded, and he smirked.

“Bet.” he winked and sent you a flying kiss, causing your heart to beat faster and your pupils to turn into hearts as you watched him enter the bathroom, which left you with a question— when did the line between friendship and relationship between the two of you blur this much?

... ♡ | lee felix — feel-better cuddles

“L-Lix?” your voice trembled on the phone, the heavy traffic and bustling, loud city around you making your best friend at the other end of the line fail to notice your distress.

“Y/N! How’s the date going?” he cheerfully asked as he stirred the food he’d been working on for the entire morning for his friends, who were supposed to get there in about two hours or so, which also included you and your date. It would’ve been everyone’s first time visiting the flat he’d just moved into near the countryside, and needless to say, he was ecstatic.

You gulped, your eyes burning with tears you’d been fighting off since your date had started yelling and throwing names at you for not wanting to hook-up with them on the first date. “I-I’m so sorry to b-bother, but c-could you please come pick me up?” your voice shook, the small sniffle you let out making alarm bells go off in his head and instantly turn off the stove.

Less than 10 seconds later he was in his car, a reassuring “on my way” resonating in your ear as you sat on the bench of a busy road, on the brink of starting a full-on crying session. Felix asked you to stay on the phone with him to, as he said, pinpoint your location and find you faster, though it was just an excuse to talk with and comfort you immediately, not wanting to waste anymore of your precious tears for a friend he thought would treat you right; though, from your description of the encounter, they were anything but nice and kind to you.

Felix clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning chalk white due to how tight he was gripping the steering wheel. “Sh*t, I’m so sorry for introducing them to you. If only I’d known how much of an as—” he begged for forgiveness, feeling so incredibly guilty for putting you in the situation you were now in.

You shook your head. “You couldn't have known, it’s okay, Lixie. Don’t beat yourself up over this.” you mumbled, already feeling much better than earlier after spilling everything that had happened during the blind date he’d planned. A smile appeared on your face when you saw his car in the distance, waving your arm up in the air to help him spot you. “Could we please cuddle as soon as I get in? I need your hugs.” you bashfully asked him just before he parked the car in front of you, hanging up the call as you got up from the bench. He smiled at you through the window and motioned for you to enter the vehicle with a nod, engulfing you in the warmest, most bear-like hug you’d ever received from him as soon as you sat down on the carseat. “This is the least I can do for you.” he whispered, placing soft kisses on your head while his hands played with your hair and stroked your back— and you sighed, your body relaxing under his soothing touches and soft hums of your favorite song.

... ♡ | kim seungmin — study date cuddles

Your head was pounding and your eyes were burning, but you still wouldn't stop typing— not until you felt satisfied with the last statement of your final essay, which you’d scrapped and re-wrote more times than you could count. A sigh left your lips as you quickly re-read it, annoyance taking over when you realized you hated it, which caused you to smash your finger on the BACKSPACE key and delete it, again.

The loud noise made your best friend, who was studying on his bed in silence, look up at you with a concerned look on his face. “Hey.” he called out softly, and you hummed, not moving your eyes from the bright screen. “How about we take a break?” he asked, a quick glance at the clock hung on his bedroom wall letting him know you’d both been studying without rest for about five hours.

You nodded as you looked behind your shoulders to face his seated figure on the mattress and said, “Sure, after I finish this. Feel free to have a break without me though.” you flashed him a small grin before turning your attention back to your laptop again, but your bloodshot eyes and croaked voice were what it took for him to finally stand up from the bed and walk over to his desk, where you’d been hunching over since after lunch.

Your furious typing suddenly came to a stop when Seungmin circled your wrist with his hand, which made you look up at him from your seat with a confused expression. “I think you’re more tired than I am, to be honest. Let’s go eat something; you need a break.” he stated as he looked down at you. You scowled.

“But I’m not hungry—” you protested, trying to wiggle your wrist out of his grasp— however, he tightened it.

“At least take a nap; you look exhausted…” he insisted with his puppy-like pout, knowing d*mn well it was your weakness, that you’d never say no to his cute puckered lips and adorable frown.

You sighed, rolling your eyes when he tugged at your wrist, a small ‘fine’ rolling out of your tongue as you got up from the chair, immediately stretching your arms out while Seungmin’s eyes stayed on you, “What? Afraid I’m going to faint or something?” you joked, but he got even more serious.

“Might as well; you can barely stand up.” he pointed out, noticing the slight tremble your legs had. You just frowned and bent down to shut off your laptop, blinking quickly to try to keep yourself from falling asleep on your feet, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

A few moments later, you were laying with your eyes wide open on Seungmin's bed, in which he carefully tucked you in. He placed a water bottle for you on the side table and took a few steps towards the door, seemingly wanting to get out of his room. You pouted, “Minnie wait.” you grabbed his arm, looking up into his eyes with your teary, tired ones. “Can we— can we cuddle?” you asked, nervously chewing on your bottom lip when he stayed silent. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to—”

“Move over.” he said quietly, and you obliged. Your heart fluttered when he turned you on your side and spooned you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and pulling you flush to his torso. Your face heated up when he buried his face in your hair, and you felt his hot, minty breath hitting your bare neck. In a brave attempt, you covered his hand with yours, squeezing it, to which he pulled you even closer and tangled his legs with yours. It felt wrong experiencing that type of intimacy with your best friend; however, your pounding hearts beating next to each other were in sync, just like your thoughts and emotions, and at that moment, all you could think of was just how right that moment felt.

... ♡ | yang jeongin — drunken cuddles

You’d never been a fan of alcohol, and neither was your best friend, but somehow, whenever your friends invited you to dinner, be it at a restaurant or in the dorms, you always got tipsy— if not completely, utterly drunk.

“Yah! Be careful, you’re going to spill those beers all over yourselves!” Jisung yelled at you and Jeongin, who were having a small, *drunken*, argument over who would be paying the bill later, which was attracting more attention than it should’ve.

“Why won’t you let— let me pay for you?” you slurred, and a blurry Jeongin sat on the other side of the table scoffed, slamming the glass beer bottle in front of you, which made you gasp and sit up straight on your seat, given that you’d rested your head, which felt too heavy for your liking, on the table.

“You— You…” he pointed at your scowling face with an accusatory tone, “You already paid for me last time! It’s onl— y fair that I pay for you now!” he hiccuped in the middle of his sentence, half-yelling the words at the end of it.

You huffed, rolling your eyes, and leaned back on your seat with your arms crossed. Even in your drunken state, you knew there was no use fighting with him, he was going to win anyway. Like always. “Mh, okay— ” you said in defeat, but an idea popping in your head caused a smirk to appear on your face a few seconds later. As Jeongin tried flaunting his victory to the boys, who were struggling to understand whatever he was trying to say, you lightly slammed your fist on the table to grab his attention. “I’ll let you pay i— f you cuddle with me until we all go ho— me.” you gave your ultimatum with a grin.

He widened his eyes, blinking multiple times as he felt his cheeks flush a deep red. “Why… ?” he shyly asked. Though you were best friends, he barely showed you any physical affection when with your friends, so your request threw him off guard. Not that he minded though.

You shuffled in your seat and frowned, feeling embarrassed by your drunken boldness. It definitely sobered you up a little. You hid your face behind your hands, a slew of muffled ‘stupid, stupid, stupid me’ coming out of your mouth, until two arms wrapped around you from the side and a chuckle resonated in your ear, a soft peck on your cheek making you open your squeezed eyes. You smiled widely when your eyes met Jeongin’s, ruffling his hair playfully with one hand before hugging him back. “Ahhh! So cute! Gonna play this video at their wedding!” Hyunjin excitedly said as he pointed the camera at you two, who were now laying on the hardwood ground and giggling and smiling and hushing in each other’s ears with flushed cheeks and a fast-paced heartbeat.

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aww-canon-no · 11 months

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Floating

The truth is- Steve hates his pool. He hates his pool because it was the beginning of the end of a lot of things. He hates his pool because while he never did get to know Barb the way she deserved to be known, a single drop of blood into that cool water...

Well.

Yeah.

He hates his pool.

Unfortunately for Steve, the pool becomes sort of necessary. After getting the shit kicked out of him by Jonathan Byers, then Billy, then getting his ass handed to him by Russians before they drugged him with some concoction that left him at first with ringing ears, then with dwindling tones, the weird little audiogram from his doctor told him that yeah, he was lucky to still be able to hear airplanes and dogs barking.

In short, Steve was deaf.

He hadn’t ever met anyone like that before so it was just easier to try and ignore it. To nod and smile a lot and pretend like he had any idea about what was going on. That’s what his parents wanted him to do.

So.

Why not.

They were never home before, but they’re gone even more now that the upside down had tried (and failed- thank God) to swallow Hawkins and left Steve kind of a fucked-up mess both inside and out. But they’re all kind of fucked-up inside and out so at least he’s not alone.

Steve’s house was spared and the kids come over all the time and have pool parties. And Robin sleeps over more than she doesn’t, and her favorite thing ever is a morning swim. Nancy drops in to do laps when she can, just to get a break from the madness that is her life. Eddie uses the cool water as a sort of self-created physiotherapy for all the pieces of muscle he lost to demo bats.

Steve wants to not hate it. He wants to say that it’s all fine and he’s making new memories and while they won’t erase what happened to Barb, something good can come of it.

Vertigo has become Steve’s constant friend, especially on what he calls his bad-ear-days. The pool, oddly, helps. Not swimming. The pressure of water in his ears makes him want to die. It gives him ear-migraines, which might not be a thing, but it’s totally a thing.

But he’s got an old blow-up raft that’s shaped like a donut and bobbing along the water oddly kind of evens out the spins and makes him not want to hoark his lunch up all over the deck.

So he lays there with his eyes closed, simmering in his new silence sort of feeling everything around him differently now that he can’t hear for shit. He’s usually alone, but this afternoon Eddie’s there. Eddie who sees way too much.

And it happens while Steve’s floating and Eddie’s soaking and drinking beer. His eyes are closed and the sun is hot on his face, and then he feels cool fingers playing with the short hairs by his temple.

Steve feels himself rumble a noise- which is probably the most disconcerting thing about his deafness. It’s not losing the sound of other people- it’s losing the sound of himself.

He as no idea if the sounds he’s making are audible because Eddie doesn’t react. He just keeps touching. And God he does that a lot. Steve’s not used to it. Touch always had some sort of end game. Like with Nancy, it used to mean at least making out, if not more. With the kids, it’s to comfort. With Robin it’s mostly to get on her nerves because even when he annoys her, he still makes her smile.

But Eddie’s so free with it- without expectations. He just gives and gives and rarely expects anything back. Lord, though, Steve wants to give him something. and he has for a while now.

Steve’s come to realize in the past months that his attraction might not be so...focused on one gender? He watched Robin struggle with existing as herself, but also so unabashed about it when she felt safe that Steve realized maybe he was just not looking in the right places. Because he wants to feel that and noticing Eddie’s pretty mouth and clever fingers has made him look a little deeper.

So opening his eyes and staring upside down at Eddie’s grin and his big doe-eyes and feeling his hands in his hair as Eddie scratches along his scalp...it seems important.

Like a Moment- with a capital M.

He sighs, and Eddie tracks the rise and fall of Steve’s chest.

Eddie leans forward and knocks their foreheads together, and Steve breathes him in. He smells like cigarettes, chlorine, and sunshine. And he just stays there. At some point he rumbles out a contented hum which Steve feels rattling around his head, and it makes the dizzies a little worse, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He still doesn’t love his pool, but when he’s like this, he doesn’t hate it nearly as much as he used to.

#Steddie #deaf steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve x eddie #fanfic #stranger things

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nyoomerr · 2 months

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How about half demon SY fic? Maybe with some Cinderella-esque elements?

I can easily imagine Airplane making another half demon (of the non-heavenly variety) as a character foil for Binghe.

The original version was regularly mistreated by his full demon relations, saw them sucking up to the also half-demon emperor (maybe even trying to marry off a bratty full demon half-sister), and in his rage set up some dramatic ‘revenge’ plot that ended in his death.

Of course, with Shen Yuan in the role (and not wanting to die like the OG-version), he somehow bungles the whole thing into a seduction instead.

i'm not sure about cinderella-esque, but here's some half demon sy taking pity on things he really shouldn't be taking pity on, lmao

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Luo Binghe was not the only half demon in Proud Immortal Demon Way, of course. Between cultivators that wanted to get a little freaky with it (weird) and demon lords who took human women as war prizes (downright terrible), there were plenty of occasions for mixed breeds to be born.

Luo Binghe was, however, the only successful half demon.

His spiritual pathways developed perfectly suited to balance demonic and spiritual qi without getting the two energies tangled, and none of his demonic traits interfere with his human ones as so many other half demons experience. His demonic teeth sit without discomfort in his human mouth, he has no extra demonic appendages that struggle to reconcile with a human circulatory system, and his claws don’t even bleed when he retracts and extends them in a way that would cause any other half demon to be crippled with pain.

Perhaps it’s a result of his miracle healing blood parasites working overtime to keep his body from sabotaging itself; perhaps it’s simply the protagonist halo at work.

Either way, the less fortunate half demons of Proud Immortal Demon Way had every reason to despise Luo Binghe. Most of them did, or at the very least started off that way - several partly demonic women had of course been won out in the end by charming smiles and the discovery of just what other benefits Luo Binghe received from his successful mixing (read: his monster dick).

Shen Yuan had not transmigrated into a woman, though, and the character he had landed inside of had been one of the less fortunate half demons Luo Binghe ever stumbled across.

Shen Yuan’s body had tried to grow both human and demonic ears alike, one on top of the other, warping each other and resulting in permanently impaired hearing. His pupils were stuck in the large, open shape of the sorts of demons that live almost entirely in the dark, but his human retina was not similarly adjusted, and Shen Yuan suffered near constant migraines whenever he went out in the sun. His teeth were made of rows of sharp needles, but his diet had not adjusted to allow him to eat as much - or as raw of - meat as his demonic ancestry had prepared him for, to say nothing of the way the sharp points of his teeth always left his mouth bleeding.

It was miserable.

Even the good parts - the interesting parts, the things like the way his hair looked iridescent in the light or the general increase in energy and durability that Shen Yuan got to experience - did not seem to make up for the downsides of his mixed blood.

And that was all before taking into the account the way that Shen Yuan was nearly entirely shunned by both demonic and human cultures alike, too.

Ah, it was unfair!! What kind of transmigration experience treated its host so poorly?! What kind of shitty wish fulfillment left the victim so deeply unfortunate?! Shen Yuan wanted a refund, damn it!!

If there was one saving grace to the situation, it was that Shen Yuan was not beholden to the plot in any way. The original host Shen Yuan had taken over had, in the later chapters of PIDW, been one of the prominent figures at the head of an attempted coup. His resentment towards his own life had burned and burned until he’d redirected it at Luo Binghe, a symbol of unfair success that he would never see, and he’d gotten himself barely half a paragraph in PIDW to describe his vengeful death for his troubles.

Shen Yuan refused to be such a small footnote in Luo Binghe’s life. If he was going to suffer by living in this world, then he’d wring every bit of joy he could from the world that causes that suffering.

Naturally, the only good thing that this world offers is Luo Binghe himself.

“My Lord,” Shen Yuan demures, his tone hushed as he bends to refill Luo Binghe’s goblet.

He had not been able to win a direct audience with Luo Binghe; outside of Luo Binghe himself, no half-breed is considered of good enough standing to be allowed the emperor’s time in such a way. Instead, Shen Yuan had taken a job as a servant in the Underground Palace, carefully biding his time and working his way towards this very moment, where he’d get to lean in close to refill Luo Binghe’s drink during a meal.

Luo Binghe cuts a sharp glance at him, then at the drink Shen Yuan has poured him, but says nothing.

“My Lord,” Shen Yuan says again, wetting his lips nervously. “The cursed mirror you seek is in the Fire Grass Marshes.”

Luo Binghe hums, his expression unreadable. “And how does a little servant know of such a thing?”

Shen Yuan swallows thickly. ‘I read it in a story about you in another world,’ isn’t exactly the sort of answer that would cut it, here. He can’t just brush it away as rumor, though, either; Shen Yuan needs to prove that he is uniquely useful to Luo Binghe. A usefulness that will both excuse his impudence in approaching Luo Binghe this way, and will allow Shen Yuan to remain close to Luo Binghe in the future.

Shen Yuan will not lose this gamble.

“This lowly one is a half demon like my Lord is,” Shen Yuan says, voice hushed. “My Lord is blessed; the rest of us are -”

Shen Yuan’s words catch in his throat. He’s only been in this body for a little under a decade, but it’s still - the hardships he’s had to endure, and the discrimination, and - Shen Yuan swallows again, trying to steady himself.

“In general, half breeds are not accepted in either culture,” Shen Yuan finally says, voice still low and deferential. “We have had to find livings in places that are not generally hospitable.”

“And you’ve lived in the Fire Grass Marshes as a result, then?” Luo Binghe asks.

Shen Yuan nods. The rest of the dining room has fallen silent by now, watching closely as Luo Binghe considers the daring little servant that has approached him as such. It makes Shen Yuan sweat, just a bit, but then again…

Their attention is not nearly as heavy as the single-minded focus of Luo Binghe himself.

“The Fire Grass Marshes may not be worth the trouble to retrieve such a small item,” Luo Binghe says after a long silence, turning his gaze away from Shen Yuan at last. “There are other artifacts this Lord can use instead.”

Shen Yuan… maybe panics just a bit. He didn’t make this much of an effort to have Luo Binghe’s attention only to be dismissed outright like this, as if it isn’t worth the bother, ah!!

“Of course, my Lord wouldn’t have to fetch it himself!” Shen Yuan rushes to say. “That is, this lowly one can - if it pleases my Lord, I mean - for you -”

“If you’d offer to fetch it yourself, why didn’t you simply bring it with you now?” Luo Binghe asks blandly. Then, a bit more dangerously, he adds: “Don’t waste this Lord’s time, little servant.”

“If the mirror isn’t good enough, this servant can fetch something else,” Shen Yuan tries. “This lowly one knows much about lands that aren’t usually fit for exploration, so -”

“Why?” Luo Binghe interrupts, turning back to once more fix Shen Yuan with his full attention. “The only reward you will receive is your life, should I decide to spare you for the insolence.”

Shen Yuan swallows thickly, once, twice. He needs to fix this, or else his life - if he manages to keep it - will only end up more miserable than it was before.

He refuses to go back to that, not now that he’s managed to be so close to Luo Binghe.

“This lowly one only wishes to help spare my Lord of unnecessary suffering -”

Luo Binghe stands suddenly, his chair tipping behind him and the dishes on the table falling and spilling at the sudden jostling movement.

Shen Yuan doesn’t much notice, what with the way Luo Binghe has wrapped a single large hand around his throat and begun to squeeze.

“Do not dare to speak of my suffering,” Luo Binghe snarls, his teeth inches from Shen Yuan’s face. “Do not dare to presume to know what I can and can not tolerate.”

Shen Yuan gasps, scrambling with his stupid, defective claws at the hand around his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he manages to choke out, “I’m sorry, but - but regardless of what you can tolerate, you shouldn’t have to suffer at all, it’s -”

Luo Binghe’s grip tightens, and Shen Yuan falls silent, focusing on trying to breathe.

He does not break eye contact with Luo Binghe, though.

Because this is the truth of it: Shen Yuan’s mixed breed body sucks ass, and he’s suffered for it, and he’s been humiliated for it, and even the cool, kickass parts of transmigration have been kinda lame for it. He kind of hates it. He more than kind of understands the resentment that the original goods had harbored.

But Shen Yuan has the insight of a PIDW reader, and he knows that despite his perfect biology, Luo Binghe has suffered far more than most half breeds have.

Shen Yuan and his kin are shunned, but they are not outright beaten or discarded or starved or pushed into the Abyss. They may be given shitty jobs, but they are given jobs; they’ve never had anyone try to sabotage their cultivations or been forced to overturn the demonic hierarchy just to find a safe place to sleep. Most people dislike them, but those that do care for Shen Yuan and other half breeds like him can be trusted; their regard is honest, as it can not be motivated by any sort of desire for power or influence.

Shen Yuan has suffered, but he has also experienced luxuries that Luo Binghe has not.

He’s suffered, and he’s hated this stupid fucking transmigration, but -

But in the end, he could have found ways to enjoy it that didn’t involve walking up to the protagonist and offering to help. He could have used his meta knowledge to get rich and powerful enough to explore the world on a cool vacation, instead of trying to use it to bargain for a spot at Luo Binghe’s side.

“Binghe should have someone looking out for him,” Shen Yuan wheezes. Maybe wheezes. Maybe he doesn’t say it at all. His vision is spotty and his brain is a bit foggy and he certainly wouldn’t have dared to say such a thing if he was fully conscious.

Luo Binghe’s grip slackens all at once, and Shen Yuan crumples to the ground, coughing.

“You’ll get only one chance,” Luo Binghe warns him. It’s very clearly a threat.

When Shen Yuan manages to look up at him, though, his expression is not as cold and dangerous as it had been a minute ago.

It looks hungry.

#thanks for the prompt!#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #binggeyuan #fic drabble

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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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Hey my birthday is coming soon and in my dreams hotch will do something for his girlfriends birthday- hope you can write this 🤭

of course !! i hope you have an amazing day !!

It was a beautiful sunny morning when you woke up with a smile on your face. Today was guaranteed to be a good day, with Aaron at home and, marginally more unusually, your birthday. When you stretch out, you don't accidentally hit him and conclude he's not there. In his place, there's a note, and with your curiosity piqued, you grab it to read the elegant handwriting.

Happy Birthday, my love. Get ready for a day filled with surprises. Love, Aaron.

You grin, feeling a flutter of excitement and quickly get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen, where you find a delicious breakfast spread waiting for you. Aaron stands there, watching you with a soft smile.

"Happy birthday," he says, wrapping his arms around you and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you, Aaron. You didn't have to do all this," you reply, feeling overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

"But I wanted to. Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, and you deserve the best." He tells you, his eyes filled with adoration.

After breakfast, Aaron hands you a small gift-wrapped box, waiting eagerly to see your reaction. You unwrap it to find a delicate gold necklace with a charm shaped like an 'A'. It's simple yet elegant, just like Aaron himself.

"Thank you," you say, feeling touched by the gesture. "An 'A' for Aaron?"

He nods. "You're welcome, my love. And you could always tell people it's for amazing." You laugh, shaking your head as you turn around and scoop up your hair so he can put it on you. "Just thought I should give you my initial before I give you my last name." He whispers into your ear making you shiver at his warm breath and with excitement for the future plans he's hinting at.

The day continues with surprises at every turn. Aaron has diligently planned a series of activities that are both thoughtful and exciting. From a picnic in the park to a private museum tour, every moment was designed to make your birthday unforgettable. Throughout the day, Aaron's presence and affection are constant reminders of how lucky you are to have him in your life.

As the evening approaches, you find yourself standing outside a luxurious restaurant. The setting sun casts a warm glow on the surroundings, and you can feel the anticipation building up.

Aaron smiles at you, his eyes twinkling. "Ready for the grand finale?" he asks, his voice filled with excitement.

You nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The maître d' leads you to a private dining area decorated with flowers and candles. Soft music plays in the background as you settle into your seats. Aaron has truly outdone himself.

As you enjoyed a delicious meal, Aaron reaches into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope. He hands it to you, his eyes filled with affection.

"Open it," he encourages.

Your eyes widen with surprise at there being another surprise, as if you haven't been spoilt enough already. You carefully open the envelope to find two airplane tickets and an entire itinerary.

"Aaron, I can't believe it. Paris!" You exclaim.

"I remember you mentioning how much you wanted to visit." He explains, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you launch yourself into Aaron's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Aaron. This is the best gift I could ever ask for," You whisper, your heart filled with love and gratitude. "And you're going to take time off work? I must be pretty special."

He chuckles, nodding. "You are." He assures you. "You deserve the world, my love. And I'll do everything I can to give it to you."

#aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotch hotchner

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stealforreal · 1 year

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Mommy dearest 7

After the unexpected visit from All Might, you need time to think about your decision. Summer vacation is also around the corner, so what better way to relax and enjoy it than taking your little Tenko on a trip to Fukuoka. Things don’t go quite as expected.

The visit from All might have caused a change in Tenko’s behavior, he had become clingier and it just made you feel like a bad mother for not noticing his abandonment issues beforehand. Slowly but surely Tenko began relaxing again and not clinging to you every five seconds, to make sure you were still with him. It took around 2 months, and only really seemed to ease after All Might's first visit as the designated ‘cool’ uncle. It seemed like Tenko realized that no, he was not going to be taken from you when All Might went home alone.

Their interactions were a bit stiff in the beginning, as All Might had a hard time talking about anything that didn’t involve hero work or heroes in general. But after he asked Tenko about his hobbies and asked him even more about his favorite games, they began getting along quite well. It made you hopeful for Tenko’s future, it would do him some good to have a male role model. So if All Might could be that for Tenko then you were eternally grateful.

Around a month after All Might visited for the first time, and once more in the span of that one month,school was out and it was now summer vacation. And so Tenko’s pestering about going on vacation became constant “Can we go on vacation please mama” he would ask and give you those adorable puppy dog eyes of his. His little ruby eyes were your sole weakness. And after a hectic couple of months, filled with both challenges and love since Tenko arrived in your life. 5 months ago you were a young single woman, living to work and not much else. Now you were a young single mother , with a young child who had various issues of various degrees. But you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Tenko’s constant pestering about going on vacation got to you eventually, and one evening you ended up curled in the sofa with a cuddly Tenko stuck at your side. “Tenko, do you still want to go on vacation?” You asked him softly. He turned to look at you with bright eyes, he jumped off the sofa and began doing a little happy dance. No words of confirmation came from him, but his cute little display of excitement told you more than enough.

Tenko only stopped a minute later and looked contemplative, “Can we go to Fukuoka?” His little voice rang in your ears. Shrugging your shoulders you faced him with a bright smile, “Why not”. The planning for the last minute trip to Fukuoka took around a week to plan, book and pack for. You decided to make it into a road trip, since small cramped seats on an airplane would likely be triggering for Tenko. Just like that a week after your vacation conversation with Tenko happened, you were off towards Fukuoka.

Tenko spent most of his time looking out the car window, watching in fascination all the different scenery. It was a lively drive to Fukuoka, and you were very happy with the decision to go on vacation even if it was last minute. The hotel room that you had reserved for Tenko and yourself was pretty decently sized, and it wasn’t too expensive either so all in all you were pretty happy with it. The first night was spent jumping in the bed with Tenko, just because he wanted to try it and wasn’t allowed to do it at home.

The first day of the vacation was spent in a bunch of arcades, they quickly became a favorite of little Tenko. Some of the older children and their parents approached you, and the children challenged Tenko to various games. Tenko’s video game prowess became widely known, when after 6 hours in 3 different arcades he still stood as the undefeated champion. You bought Tenko a slice of salt caramel and chocolate cake as a price, since it reduced the sweetness and was a dessert Tenko actually liked.

The second day was spent sightseeing, and making a video call to All Might as promised. All Might obviously couldn’t take a vacation day the same way you could, so the compromise was to give him a call. Tenko spent about 20 minutes yapping All Might’s ears off, boasting about how he beat a lot of kids at video games in the arcades yesterday. It warmed your heart to see Tenko boast about his achievement, since it showed that he had become more confident and that their relationship wasn’t as strained as before. You visited a shrine in the evening, and had dinner at a place nearby. Tenko’s eyes sparkled as he recalled the magnificent shrine and talked with you over dinner.

Yeah, a vacation was indeed a good idea.

On the third day however, things didn’t run nearly as smoothly. It started around lunchtime, Tenko was tugging on your hand and insisted he could find the way to the restaurant. In the end you gave up, and let Tenko drag you around the city alleys and streets. If you got completely lost, you had a phone and GPS to help you.

Tenko was chatting excitedly about the food he couldn’t wait to taste, when out of nowhere he stopped dead in his tracks. “Mama, who’s that?” The gentle tug at your sleeve made you turn your attention towards Tenko, your eyes following the finger that pointed at something. You eyes widened at the scene, a small child a little bigger than Tenko was sitting and eating out of a dumpster. The child had the most beautiful red wings attached to his back, but his clothes and the child itself was so dirty that the feathers seemed muddy.

Previous chapter: here

Next chapter: Coming soon

#mom!reader #bnha #mha #shimura tenko #fluff #mommydearest #mha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha keigo

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brightlotusmoon · 9 months

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A friend has a thread about things they hadn't realized regarding cats and partnership. Here are some comments.

1) "I didn't know that if a young cat wants to wake you up in the middle of the night, the best approach is to completely ignore them and pretend to be asleep, which teaches them that trying to wake you at night isn't effective in getting them the attention they want. The sooner you establish this pattern, the easier it will be to teach them to leave you alone at night.

I didn't know that cats tend to cycle through different sleep locations over the months. So it's not at all abnormal or indicative of a problem if your cat suddenly abandons their favorite sleeping spot and never uses it again.

And health-wise, I didn't know the difference between the noises cat make when coughing up a hairball and when they have a cough from asthma or an infection. The sounds are very different, and a sickness cough from a cat sounds nothing like a human cough. Rosa coughed a handful of times in the first year we had her and I thought it was a hairball sound. I didn't know until the cough became frequent that it had been asthma all along."

2) "Every cat is different and if you lie on the ground and breathe softly and slowly and don't look directly at them. Most cats will come investigate."

3) "The breathing is so important. I volunteer with shelter cats and the spicy ones get along well with me because I don't freak out when they get spicy. Spicy usually is shorthand for swatting, growling, biting, etc. It's usually out of fear of discomfort.

With the breathing thing, they can read way more into our demeanor than most people think they can. When most unknowing people get swatted at or bitten, their heart rate goes up and their breathing gets faster. It's fight or flight response. The cats can sense that and their defense stays up, so they stay spicy.

When I get a spicy cat, when they swat or nip, I pull back immediately, but I've trained my heart rate and breathing to remain relatively constant and I respect that boundary they just put up. Once they realize I'm not scared of them (and thus won't retaliate), and that I respect what they put out, they calm down and they become more accepting. Sometimes they go from airplane ears and hissing to belly rubs in an hour, sometimes it takes months. But with the bodily respect and staying calm, they chill out."

#cats #my cats are very good at loving #my cats are my disability caregivers

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babiepupp · 8 months

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I smol wight now so dis migh mwake nwo sense, but Lyney wif a babyspace weader? I gwet he migh bwe too new, any terms otay, pwef wif diaps? It don mwatter tho, have gwood day!

⋆୨୧˚ Tadaaah! Caregiver Lyney! ˚୨୧

Caregiver Lyney headcannons with a padded baby regressor! ☆

♡ He can cheer just about any little up, one silly magic trick and they simply cannot stop giggling! Lyney finds that adorable!

♡ Constant source of diaps, if you run out, he can just use his magic hat to get some more, an endless supply!

♡ He doesn’t just do this with diaps however, stuffies, food- anything the baby wants, the baby gets!

♡ loves to carry around his baby on his hip, always nuzzling into them and pressing soft kisses on their forehead, he just can’t get enough of you!

♡ Due to him performing all the time, sometimes he will have Freminet babysit you, although he’d rather be around you all the time!

♡ He loves dinner time most of all, he’s got the most colourful cutlery and bowls, covered with cats and dogs and any other animal you can think of. And of course, he loves to play little games with his baby!

“Here comes the airplane~ say ahh! There we go! Good baby!”

♡ When he can’t leave you with Freminet or Lynette he’ll take you to his show with him, but carries ear defenders just in case his baby becomes upset due to potential loud noises from his various props and tricks, such as his sparklers and fireworks.

♡ He doesn’t particularly mind what his little one calls him, but he loved being called Mama, even if he won’t admit it.

♡ Loves to bundle up in blankets and cuddle you, he always manages to find a chance to cuddle his baby!

#age regression #agere blog #fandom dips #fandom agere #babiepupp #agerespace #sfw headcanons #sfw littlespace #sfw interaction only #gi lyney #genshin impact lyney #caregiver Lyney #genshin agere #genshin littlespace #padded regressor

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justimajin · 8 months

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 9

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (6.5k), Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes)

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ Warnings: discussions surrounding death

GIF credit.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, September 5 (series masterpost here)

You tuck the phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“Make sure you keep the doors locked.” You hurriedly mumble, “And order any food you want if you get hungry.”

“Y/N!”

At the sound of Taehyung’s voice, your voice becomes quicker, “I’ll be back after two days.”

On the other end of the line, Yuna wishes you the best of luck before ending the call. You swivel around, the wheels to your suitcase rolling against the ground.

Taehyung stands by himself and is texting on his phone when you greet him.

His head lifts up, “Yoongi’s on the phone with his wife and I think Hoseok’s calling his mom.”

You hum, rubbing the length of your arms. “It’s kind of cold in here.”

Taehyung puts his phone away with a grin, “I think it’s better than the actual airplane.”

You smile at the sentiment, aware of how unpleasant the temperature was in the air.

Flickering your eyes around – the airport itself isn’t too bad. Sure, there’s constant announcements on the telecom for passengers to come claim suitcases and a hoard of people flooding the place, but that’s just about it.

The flight, however, was a completely different story. There’s a numbness to your legs that you can’t shake after the long hours and you’re pretty sure there’s dark circles underneath your eyes, making you appear more like a panda than anything else at the moment.

You assume the best part of all this is the ability to wear casual clothing for once. Peering at Taehyung, the man’s wearing a long brown trench coat and a thick wooly scarf, nearly covering the entirety of his neck. He doesn’t seem to mind though, looking comfortable more than anything.

“Are you excited about this event?” You ask, though the words are coated with a lot of sarcasm.

Taehyung groans, “You mean hearing about this product launch even more for a bunch of hours?” He presses his face into his scarf, seemingly trying to hide himself, “No, please.”

You laugh at the gesture, but the drowsiness lingers beneath your lids. A low yawn passes by your lips and Yoongi walks over in your direction.

“Have a nice call?” You ponder and he nods.

“I was asking about the kids. Apparently, Yoonsun’s missing me already.”

Taehyung beams, “That’s adorable.”

“It’s only adorable until he can’t go to sleep without me.” He deeply sighs, pushing a hand through his messy hair, “I’m going to have to video call later.”

Taehyung hums and you nod, a third voice interjecting the conversation.

“Yes mom, I packed my toothbrush, I swear I double checked–“ Hoseok lets out an exhale and greets you with a simple wave, phone glued to the side of his face. His black hair is sticking up and his eyes are swollen, giving you the indication that he must have fallen asleep during the flight.

“Yes, I found my friends! Mom, can I hang up already? We still need to get to the hotel.” He exasperated, but you’re crossed with hints of amusement from his words, knowing just how much his mother cared about him.

He finally ends the call with a sigh of relief, “Now that’s out of way, how far is the hotel from here?”

Yoongi replies, “About ten miles. We should grab a cab.”

“I’m going to call Seokjin.” You add on, “He said he would be at the front of the airport.”

Nodding, Hoseok begins to trek towards the exit as the rest of you follow. Heading towards it proves to be more of a challenge, with crowds of people either littering the area to figure out where their terminals are or rushing in an attempt to get there on time.

Regardless, you finally make it and the doors open, a sharp gush of wind swiftly greets you. You wrap your arms around yourself, the alarming change in temperature bringing on a chill and the piercing white light stinging your nocturnal eyes.

Taehyung hisses and Hoseok immediately covers his eyes with his hand, attempting to make out his surroundings.

“I-It burns...”

Yoongi squints, glancing back amused at Taehyung.

“What are you, a vampire?”

You can barely look around, “Can we go somewhere where there’s less daylight?”

Everyone seems to wholeheartedly agree with that and you land in an area beneath a tree, the shade helping your senses return to normal again.

“Did Seokjin say what he was wearing?” Taehyung questions, narrowing his eyes and attempting to glance around.

“I didn’t ask.” You muse apologetically. It would have been considerably helpful in a situation like this, with a thousand individuals facing you as the light was trying its hardest to burn lasers into your eyes.

“Is that him?” Hoseok ponders, pointing to someone with brown hair.

“Nah, he’s way more handsome than that guy.” Taehyung hums, “We need to look for someone with that kdrama quality.”

Hoseok nods, “Right.”

You watch the exchange a little baffled, glancing at Yoongi who just has an amused smile.

“Oh! I see him!” Taehyung exclaims, waving his hand swiftly. “Over here!”

You peer at the direction Taehyung is pointing towards, instantly widening your eyes.

The majority of you were in casual clothes, given the circumstance and the excruciating long flight time. However, it’s really weird seeing Seokjin in them.

He’s just wearing a black shirt, ripped jeans and a baseball cap that covers his face, but he looks more put together than any time you’ve seen him in the office. You probably wouldn’t have even recognized him if it wasn’t for Taehyung.

He jogs over, suitcase in hand. “Hey!”

There’s a giant smile on his lips, eyes twinkling and practically beaming with excitement.

Save for Taehyung attempting to mimic his high energy, Hoseok tiredly blinks, Yoongi barely lifts his head in acknowledgement and you raise your hand, giving him a small tired wave.

“There’s a cab here.” Yoongi states, already walking to the side of the road to talk to the driver. Hoseok begins to drag his suitcase over and you do the same, hoping to get a ride to the hotel so you can crash onto a bed and actually get decent sleep.

“So what is this event going to be like?” Seokjin wonders, peering at you.

A yawn escapes you, “It’s not much. We’re just going to be watching presentations about the product and taking notes down.”

He nods, eagerly glancing around the area. You assume being out of the office for once is an opportunity he had been waiting for, no longer confined to just doing desk work.

“Guys, Yoongi said there’s two cabs ready for us.” Taehyung announces, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

You made a sound of acknowledgement, hauling your suitcases in one of them. As more luggage piles in, you realize there’s only really space for one person in the car.

Yoongi speaks up, “I can ride in this one, you guys take the other car.”

“We’ll miss you.” Taehyung responds.

He immediately recoils at the words, disgust evident on his features. Taehyung pouts as he sits in the cab, closing the door.

“Don’t worry,” Hoseok places a hand on his shoulder, “It’s only for twenty minutes.”

Open the doors to the cab, you all get seated, awaiting arrival at the hotel.

Even though arriving at the hotel is only a mere matter of minutes, it takes seconds for all of you to get your rooms and crash somewhere. You don’t bother even unpacking your things, too exhausted to do so and instead opting to plant yourself face first on your bed.

Which is why when the sun arrives at the crack of dawn, you’re a hundred times more refreshed and prepared. You get dressed, eat breakfast and make your way down to reception, heading towards the event’s location.

You find everyone at the event.

“Someone looks refreshed.” Hoseok remarks with a smile.

You grin, “A full night of rest can seriously do wonders.”

“Tell me about it.” Yoongi states.

Glancing around, you notice the swarm of people around you, ranging from simple employee’s to higher-ups. Your sight eventually stops on a certain someone, his gaze darting back and forth as he takes in the venue with surprise.

You walk over to him. “I’m betting this is more interesting than being in the office.”

Seokjin’s eyes snap out of their daze and he grins, “So much better.”

“If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.” You bring up, “These events usually just happen only during the start of product launches.”

Seokjin attentively nods and the doors open, letting in employee’s into the space. You quickly wave at Hoseok, knowing he would be in his own department space like Taehyung.

Sitting down to Yoongi and Seokjin, you pick up the pamphlet in front of you that goes over the presentation and begin to read over it.

Seokjin leans closer to you, picking it up, “This is an overview?”

“Yep, we’re going to go through everything on it.”

The presentation begins and it starts off as the usual. A projector screen lights up and executives begin explaining statistics of the company. There’s images of products flashing on the screen and facts are sprouted out, most of which you already know but you still write them down regardless.

“Why does he keep mentioning those numbers?” Seokjin whispers.

“Gross profit.” You bring up, “Remember?”

“Right.” He acknowledges, referencing the pamphlet in front of him again.

You reminisce that the training seems to be kicking in.

Although you’re writing things down and the topic is important, you recall that these presentations tend to drag out sometimes, making the passing by hours feel stretched out. You have to even force yourself to stifle down a yawn, knowing that at one point the exhaustion does begin to settle in.

You glance over at Seokjin, who seems to almost mimic the same energy as you. It’s a stark contrast compared to how he was buzzing with energy and being fascinated prior to entering this presentation.

“Half an hour more.” He turns at the sound of your low voice, “Then we can leave.”

“Oh, thank god.” He lets out a dramatic exhale and a small smile tugs at your lips as you write.

“They also serve drinks after this for those who want to stay.” You mention, “Because they know sitting for hours is a lot to ask from anyone.”

He narrows his eyes, “Do you think they have something for the amount of brain cells I’ve lost through this?”

Your sarcasm leaks out, “I mean, you can always try asking.”

He glances in your direction with a smile and you raise your head from your notes, mimicking his expression.

There’s a round of applause that echoes through the room and your eyes snap away, wondering if the presentation was over already. But that’s when you notice that there’s a certain presence in the room that you hadn’t seen before.

Your mouth falls agape as the man walks to the front of the room, adorned in a simple suit. The resemblance he shares with Seokjin is almost striking, having the exact same smile and wide eyes.

He clears his throat and you murmur in astonishment, “Woah, your dad’s here?”

“Yeah, he is…” Seokjin replies, but instead of awe, his voice has a hint of hesitance.

You furrow your brows at that, but the CEO begins to speak.

“We’re only a short few months away from officially launching this product and I just want to thank the efforts of my team–“ He starts listing a handful of names you remember speaking throughout the presentation.

But then– “I’m also sure a lot of you have heard of my retirement and have many questions about the future of this company. I’m proud to announce that the position of CEO will indeed be passed down to one of my sons before the office launch of this product.”

There’s an uproar – murmurs and whispers echoing through the room, voices mixing in with statements like “his son? The next CEO is his son?” and “who knew?” flowing through.

You turn to Seokjin with a giant ecstatic smile, but the look on his face has you doing otherwise.

His shoulders have tensed up and the colour has completely drained from his features, almost like he was prepared to throw up somewhere.

You blink, reaching your hand out.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Huh?” For a second, you could have sworn he looked frightened, but he snaps out of his daze and clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, I’m good.”

You hum and although he smiles, you’re still not completely convinced. The presentation continues and you still attentively listen, but you can’t seem to stop the swaying of your eyes, especially when Seokjin doesn’t even speak a word after that.

The presentation comes to an end and that’s when you don’t hesitate to speak up.

“I guess you’ll probably want to talk to your dad?” You cautiously say, gesturing towards the exit, “I can wait for you at the front, if you want.”

“Yeah, sure.” He responds right away, “I’ll, um, see you out there.”

With that, he turns away. You linger for a moment, before ultimately deciding to leave.

Seokjin peers around the vicinity.

He had assumed the remaining amount of executives and higher-ups would have left by now, but there’s still a plethora of them occupying the space. He recalls you mentioning that drinks get served, so he accepts that many probably still wanted to stay and discuss.

However, in the mayhem of people, he can’t seem to find the person he’s looking for.

“There, you are!”

He jolts, whirling around with wide eyes only to see his father smiling at him.

Seokjin scoffs, “Don’t scare me like that!”

His father pouts. “I wasn’t trying to, but you kept running around and I couldn’t find you.”

“Well, I was trying to find you.” He protests, weaving a hand through his hair, “I, uh…didn’t know you’d be here.”

The man sighs, “A product launch without its CEO? You should know by now that’s not how the job works.”

“Right….”

“Anyways, did you hear the announcement?” He warmly smiles, the pride shining through his eyes, “I’ve been waiting a while to make it official.”

Seokjin hums, “Yeah….it was great.”

“ –I think you’ll make an excellent CEO.”

He weakly laughs, “Dad, you don’t have to–”

“I’m really proud of you, Seokjin.”

His head abruptly snaps up and from miles away, anyone could see the pure guilt swimming through his eyes. His father continues to smile, planting a hand against his shoulder that almost feels similar to the entire weight of the world.

The only thing he manages to murmur out in return is a small thank you.

There’s something not right with Seokjin.

You can’t place your exact finger on it, but the way he greets you after the event makes your stomach churn. There’s no mischievous sparkle to his eyes, nor giant smirk on his lips with a teasing tone to his voice. Heck, when you compliment him on his better understanding of things during the presentation, he doesn’t even use the opportunity to somehow praise himself.

You’re a little worried and it’s something that even crosses over to the next morning.

Which makes it all the more weirder to be standing in front of his room’s door.

Letting out a deep sigh, you push all the thoughts in your mind aside and raise your hand. A soft knock resonates on the wood and you stand outside in silence.

After what feels similar to an eternity, you raise your hand again only for the door to come swinging open.

You freeze mid-knock and Seokjin looks at you wide-eyed.

“Y/N?”

“Uh, hi.” You quickly pull your hand down, clearing your throat. Knitting your brows together, you attempt to formulate some way of genuinely asking him about yesterday.

Except you have no clue how to phrase something like this, “N-Nice weather we’re having today, huh...?”

He tilts his head to the side, blinking at your question. His hair is a little messy and he’s dressed in a simple white shirt with black pants, giving you an indication that he was probably asleep before this.

“Yeah…it seems pretty nice.”

“Good, good.” You nod, resisting the urge to pull your hair out. Out of all things, you had to ask about the weather when he hasn’t even gone outside.

Ugh, just out with It, Y/N.

“So, about yesterday–“

“Y/N!”

You turn around with an annoyed expression only to see Taehyung appearing skeptical and with his phone in his hand.

He cuts to the chase, “I need some advice.”

Your eyes widen, “What happened?”

“I was thinking about staying back an extra day.” He raises his phone, “My parents live nearby and will be back in town.”

“Your parents live here?” You wonder with a huge smile. You recall he had once talked about them, mentioning that in order to get his job he had to move away and that it was difficult staying in contact with them.

Taehyung nods, giving you a sheepish grin. “I’ve been wanting to visit them for a while, but I was wondering what the chances are of me being able to do that…”

“We’re only supposed to be here for two days.” You bring up with a grimace and Taehyung nods again.

“Exactly! Is this going to get me into some hot water with my boss?”

Placing a finger against your chin, you think about it for a moment. It was supposed to be the weekend after you returned and in a way, he should be fine if he just counts this as a personal trip.

“You’ll have to mark it as a day off,” You explain and Taehyung hums, “I’d also talk to Yoongi about it too, just in case. I remember he had a similar situation when one of his kids was due.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to him and see what he says.” He smiles, “Thanks, Y/N!”

“It’s no problem.” You mention, but Taehyung’s eyes sway, finally realizing there was someone beside you.

“Oh, were you guys talking?” He quickly steps back, “I’m going to run over to Yoongi’s room, feel free to continue!”

With that, Taehyung disappears. You turn, the courage you had mustered up all fizzling up within a handful of seconds.

“I guess I’ll get going too.” You say with a grimace and Seokjin hums.

You step out of the room as he shuts the door.

The second day begins similarly to the first – there’s different employee’s swarming the venue before you enter, a projector screen is already lightened up and pamphlets are found at the tables.

But despite your desperate attempts to focus and stay attuned, you find your attention drifting elsewhere onto a certain silent someone.

Your split attention doesn’t go unnoticed, “You okay?”

Yoongi eyes you as you swirl, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure about that?” He points toward your notes and you’ve barely noticed that they’re basically blank save for a few scribbles here and there.

It luckily reels you back in, your pen swirling down on the notepad as you keep your eyes trained. Yoongi still side-eyes you after that, but you reassure him that you’re fine with a mere smile.

The rest of the presentations go by smoothly, with you still having to stifle a yawn down as the long hours churn by. They end with the CEO of the company speaking up again and just like before, he mentions the product you’re working on and the entire team of the company.

But this time, he decides to indulge everyone’s great interest about the future CEO even more, who stiffens next to you at the mere mention of a two-month deadline.

The event ends and you rise onto your feet.

“We should make our way out of here.” Yoongi states.

You hum and turn to Seokjin, who’s still staring at the group of executives at the front.

“Seokjin?”

“Hm?” He abruptly blinks, eyes flickering between you and Yoongi, “Oh, I–“

One of the executives moves forward and he grimaces, “I-I’ll head back to the hotel.”

“What?” You question in bewilderment, well aware that this was a rare chance for him to interact with them and learn more about the company. But the words don’t manage to leave him and he opts out for simply leaving in the opposite direction.

Seokjin is gone within a blink of an eye and all you can do is exchange a puzzled look with Yoongi.

“Someone’s nervous.” He remarks.

“Yeah, I guess…” You whisper, a little thrown off with the ordeal.

In such a situation like this, you’re tempted to bring up the fact that he stated he wouldn’t try to run away again, but for some reason you don’t think bringing it up now would be the best course of action.

Letting out a sigh, you and Yoongi linger around for a while, drinks within your hands. You take occasional sips of your own as Yoongi converses with someone from the Financial Department.

“Y/N?”

The call of your name catches you off guard, “Y/N L/N, right?”

Your eyes widen pleasantly in surprise to spot the familiar CFO, adorned within a black suit and a dimpled smile on his features.

You say his name with astonishment, “Namjoon?”

“I was sure it was you.” He walks over in your direction and you recall being formally introduced to him by Seokjin the day he officially became the CFO. In regards to being one of your superiors, he had subverted your expectations completely with his kind and calm nature, even insisting that you call him by his first name instead of his title.

He warmly smiles, “It’s nice to see you again.”

You return it, “It’s nice to see you too.”

“What did you think about this event?” He ponders, sipping down on his drink, “The product looks good, if you ask me.”

“I agree,” You lightly laugh, knowing just how many hours all the employee’s have invested into it, “Everyone has been working extremely hard to make it a reality.”

He winces, “It must have been stressful.”

“For a good product? Never.”

He chuckles at that and your eyes flicker.

“Say…” You begin, a little hesitant, “Can I talk to you about something?”

There’s a brief moment of bewilderment in his expression, but he’s soon nodding.

You warily glance around, “Not here, can we…?”

“Of course.”

You thread over to one of the farther corners in the area, away from eavesdropping ears and curious faces.

“It’s about Seokjin.” You whisper, “Yesterday, the CEO made the announcement of him becoming the next CEO and I don’t know….”

To be completely honest, you could be wrong about this. But you’ve worked with Seokjin long enough to know when something is just off.

You sigh, “He just seemed a little different after then…”

“Seokjin was here?” You nod and there’s a spark in Namjoon’s eyes that alarms you. He darts his head back and forth, eyes wandering until they land onto the CEO of the company.

“And the announcement was finally made…” He whispers, gaze still concentrated in the direction.

“Namjoon?” You interject and he snaps out of his daze, appearing a bit flustered.

“Sorry–“ He shakes his head, letting out an exhale, “Y/N.”

You look up and he looks like he’s almost stumbling on his words, as if trying his best to choose the right ones.

“Seokjin’s situation….is a little complicated.”

Your brows furrow, but nonetheless wait for him to continue, “It’s harder for him more than ever now that he’s officially at the company too.” He faintly chuckles, “Even I can’t help him anymore.”

Although you’re still baffled, Namjoon intently stares at you, “But right now, I think what he really needs is a solid mentor. No matter what, please just make sure his training goes well.”

You don’t hesitate to answer, “Of course.”

A smile curves on his lips, “Thank you.”

You faintly smile and nod, but can’t help the thought of how vague the superior is with you. At this rate, you figured that this must be something that is extremely personal for Seokjin and although you would like to help him somehow, some things are better left unsaid.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t do what Namjoon has asked – train him to the best of your capability.

After exchanging pleasantries for roughly an hour, the fatigue reigns heavy and you ultimately decide to head back to the hotel. Yoongi joins you and once you arrive, you bump into Hoseok who doesn’t fail to mention that Taehyung had left shortly afterwards. He questions how tired the two of you really are, suggesting that there was enough time to go around the city for a while.

You turn to Yoongi, who doesn’t ponder over it much and simply shrugs. You suppose it wouldn’t be much of a bad idea either, and Hoseok tells you to meet him at the front of the hotel in a couple of minutes.

Which you obviously plan to do, but your feet tend to stray off towards a different room.

The door rattles as you knock, patiently waiting until it fully widens. Seokjin emerges within seconds, surprised to see you on the other side.

“Y/N?”

Your shoulders drop down in relief, mentally hoping that he would still be at the hotel after leaving abruptly.

Instead of awkwardly lingering before, you cut straight to the point.

“I was going to go sightseeing with Hoseok and Yoongi,” You reveal, “Do you want to come with us?”

His eyes widen and lips pursue, confusion completely overtaking his features. You’re inclined to believe he’s going to reject the invitation, but a couple seconds fly by and then–

“Sure.” He looks up at you, nodding his head. “I’ll come with you.”

You break out into a huge grin and tell him to meet the rest of you downstairs at the front. After that, it doesn’t take you very long to head into your room before making your way down there as well, heading towards the locations where you see Hoseok with Yoongi and pointing towards a building.

Hoseok twists around with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Just hold on a minute.” You request, peering around with no sign of him, “I invited Seokjin to come with us.”

Hoseok lets out a hum and stares at the map in Yoongi’s hands. A handful of minutes pass by and sure enough, you notice Seokjin come into view at the elevator, dressed in a simple white tee and jeans. He spots you and dashes over, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You all begin collectively heading out of the hotel.

“So how much time we got?” You ask.

Yoongi raises his watch and stares at it, “Five hours, twenty-three minutes and five seconds.”

Hoseok widens his eyes and you blink, “What? You wanted to know the time.”

“I don’t think she meant that literally.” Hoseok chuckles, shaking his head at the man’s words. “Okay, so–“

He shows you the map he was formerly showing Yoongi and points towards a giant body of water, “There’s this really nice lake nearby that I want to check out and Yoongi wants to see this building.” His finger moves the slightest, showing you that it was close to the lake.

Hoseok glances at you, “Is there something you’re interested in seeing?”

“I don’t think so.” You muse, taking it from his hands as your eyes flicker over the paper. Truthfully, there was nothing that you were quite hard set-on seeing, “The lake sounds kind of nice…”

Your head snaps up, gazing in Seokjin’s direction, “Is there somewhere you wanted to see?”

His answer is similar to yours, “Not really…” He still shuffles over, peering at the large sheet in your hands. A glint rises in his eyes and he reaches out, pointing near the lake with a grin. “–But I do know where I want to go for dinner.”

You’re perplexed to see that he’s picked out a restaurant nearby that looks both interesting and different, a speciality to the specific area.

You smile, understanding his choice. “Always choosing a restaurant…”

Seokjin grins and takes the map from your hands, showing Hoseok and Yoongi what he was talking about. They both seem to agree to head over there in the evening and with that, a plan solidifies.

Hoseok pumps up his fist, a giant smile stretching on his lips.

“Alright! Time to see sight-see for five hours, thirty-three minutes–“

“Twenty-one minutes.” Yoongi corrects.

“–and three seconds!”

You laugh at his dramatic posture and Yoongi lets out a small smile, simply telling the former to start moving.

You lean against the railing.

There’s a deep ache within the soles of your feet, the soreness having you wince every now and then.

And it’s something everyone around you can attest to.

“Remind me never to wear a pair of sandals the next time we go out sightseeing.” Hoseok is behind you, peeling off his shoes before joining.

You softly smile at the sentiment and Yoongi walks over, hands in his pocket and a grin on his features.

“Well? Are you all still up for more adventure?”

Hoseok weakly waves his hands, “The rest of you go, just leave me be.”

You chuckle, “We’re not going to leave you.”

He presses a hand against his chest, eyes blow out as he mutters to himself. “I’m not sure if I can handle anymore life and death experiences.”

Yoongi smiles, shaking his head. “It was one salamander, Hoseok.”

Laughter escapes you, the memory of walking by the mesmerizing lake still crystal clear to you. Hoseok and Seokjin happened to come across the small creature, interrupting your plans as they clasped onto each other, screaming bloody murder for everyone nearby to hear. It ended up with Yoongi having to grab a stick and repeatedly poking at the creature until it scurried away for them to finally calm down.

Afterwards, you make over to the shining landmark Yoongi wanted to visit. You were excited to see it after the latter told you there was supposed to be a stunning view at top, but upon reaching the destination, you were informed the building was undergoing construction.

Yoongi was slightly disappointed with the news, but thankfully enough Seokjin’s proposition managed to come through and you all dashed over when he found out that the place was going to be closing in an hour. You had managed to snag a large table, and the food was extremely delicious.

The night sky eventually fell and ever since then, you’ve been spending the evening wandering around the city together.

“One salamander was enough of an experience.” You swivel around to see Seokjin approaching the railing, shaking his head in disapproval.

“You said it.” Hoseok deeply exhales, standing upright, “So what now? Do we really want to keep sightseeing?”

“It’s getting late.” Yoongi stares at the dark sky, the moon illuminating it. “We should return back and get some rest before tomorrow’s flight.”

Hoseok hums in agreement and you turn around, noticing Seokjin staring at some of the buildings.

You lean towards him, “Do you still want to walk around?”

“Huh?” He blinks, caught off guard. “Oh, no. It’s okay, everyone’s tired.”

You nod, watching Hoseok and Yoongi beginning to get up and start walking again. After some time passes, you make it back to the hotel and you watch as they head directly towards the elevators. You’re about to join them when–

“Y/N?”

You whirl around, watching Seokjin sheepishly smile at you. Realizing he wants to say something, you glance over in Hoseok and Yoongi’s direction, giving them a wave to let them know to go on without you.

Turning around, you watch as his eyes flicker around and he scratches the back of his neck.

The question slips out from you, “What is it?”

“I just wanted to apologize,” He says, regret pooling in his eyes, “About yesterday, when I just left like that…”

Your eyes flash, hands raising in defense, “Hey, it’s completely fine. You don’t need to apologize to me.”

“I wanted to.” He states.

Your eyes widen, not quite expecting him to offer up an explanation. If anything, you took Namjoon’s words with utter importance, deciding not to pry open at something that really didn’t have anything to do with you.

But it seems like Seokjin’s doesn’t mind giving you a snapshot of what’s going on.

“It’s just that being the CEO’s son.…sometimes it can be a real hassle.” He shakes his head, lightly chuckling to himself, “It can be a huge hassle, actually.”

It’s not difficult to notice – the sheer amount of businessmen in the area, darting questions back and forth, inquiring profusely about the single person who is to take up the position as next CEO.

Your brows tightly snap together, voice unconsciously dropping down into a mumble.

“It’s almost like someone suddenly put a lot of responsibility on your shoulders….”

“Yeah.” His head snaps around, surprise emitting from him at your response, “Yeah, that’s exactly what it’s like….”

“I understand.” You state and he stares at you. “As someone that’s here to just train you, I can only imagine what the pressure is like to take up such a position.”

Seokjin hums and you pause, “But if it’s okay with you, can I offer up an opinion?”

“Yeah.” He nods right away. “Of course.”

You softly smile, “You can definitely do this.”

“Really?”

He loudly questions it, like he’s still not completely convinced.

You firmly nod, “You’ve been showing so much improvement since the start of your training. Grasping onto something new takes time and if you weren’t able to do it…now would have been the time where it would show up.”

There’s a tender smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, mixture into with genuine surprise from your confidence.

“But I’ll have to be honest.” You state frankly, “It’s going to take some work, and when I mean work, I mean a whole lot of work, like a ton of–“

“Okay, I get it!” Seokjin protests with offense and you laugh endearingly.

“However, it doesn’t change my initial thoughts.” You reminisce, “I still think you can do it.”

There’s a sincere smile on your lips that he can’t help but mimic, oddly touched by your words.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“Anytime.” You’re about to step away, heading back to your room to call it a night. But Seokjin raises a hand, stopping you in your tracks.

You blink, “What?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you…” He says, “Do you remember the night you and Taehyung got really drunk?”

You let out a groan, “Don’t remind me.”

He smiles, but continues, “I was just wondering…does your family live with you? Or do they live somewhere else like Taehyung’s parents do?”

Your eyes harden. “Why are you asking?”

“I just–“ He sheepishly grins, “You know so much about me and I never asked about you. I was just curious.”

He notices how your orbs immediately soften with the inquiry, slowing nodding from his words.

“I see…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He quickly clarifies, “I just thought I ask and–“

“No, no.” You reassure, “It’s fine, really.”

You suppose it’s only fair to share. After all, he didn’t hesitate to offer up an apology for his disappearance and let you in on his abrupt leave.

But that doesn’t make talking about this any bit easier.

“It’s been a year.” You bring up, chuckling underneath your breath. “It’s been a year, but somehow it feels a lot longer.”

He stares at you perplexed and you decide to finally let the ball drop. “My parents passed away in a car accident and ever since then, it’s just been me and my younger sister.”

His brows tighten, eyes widening. Out of all things, it was the answer he had least expected from you and all he can manage to mutter out is a–

“What?”

Compared to his mortification, you simply hum in response. “It happened quite…abruptly. You must have met my sister, Yuna.” You glance up at him, “She’s a lot younger than me and after finding out about the accident, I decided that she was going to stay with me.”

It was all a complete blur. One moment, you’re living contently with your family and the second, your parents are gone and a handful of relatives are dissuading you from staying with Yuna, despite your awareness that they’re absolutely terrible people.

Yuna is safest when she’s with you – a fact you have always acknowledged as you cut off connections and made the decision to keep her with you. But Seokjin is still speechless, astounded with how you merely brush over it despite appearing deeply affected.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” He shakes his head, still trying to grasp the fact, “I’m also sorry I brought it up.”

“It’s alright.” You chide with a smile, acknowledging that there was no possible way he would have known. It’s not something you’d really like to mention often, after all. “You were just curious and there’s your answer.”

He slowly nods, processing your words. You gesture towards the elevator.

“We should really start heading back to our rooms. We have a flight to catch tomorrow.”

“Y-Yeah, right.” He follows behind you as you press the button for the elevator. There’s a small smile on his lips, attempting to lighten the mood. “I guess we’ll be back to our usual ways.”

“You mean, my usual ways.” You remark, “You’ve still got a long way to go.”

He cheekily grins. “Well, I guess it’ll be easy when I’ve got such a good mentor.”

You snort, “Flattery’s not going to get you very far.”

“Hey, it’s worth a shot.” He leans closer and takes a glimpse of your expression with wide eyes, which seems to be dead in the centre of ‘are you being serious right now?’.

He exhales in disbelief, “Really? Nothing?”

“Maybe try it on Soyou and see what she says.” You suggest and his nose scrunches up.

“No, thanks. I’d rather use it on you.” He smiles, “You always seem to have an answer for me.”

You playfully roll your eyes at that, watching as the number shifts to your floor. The elevator dings and you both step out, beginning to tread towards your rooms.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He calls out, waving to you.

“Goodnight.” You chime back, unlocking your room’s door. Seokjin swivels around, standing in front of his door as he fishes around for his keys.

He watches as the door opens and you head in, before unlocking his own.

Stepping in, he acknowledges the fact that lingers in his mind.

He was right in a way – they are truly a lot of things he doesn’t know about you.

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Pancakes for Dinner

Requests are closed (unless you wanna wait forever) | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist Summary: “And I started thinking about all the things I wanna do with you. Just… stupid little things like having pancakes for dinner, because we just feel like eating them and I know how much you love them.” Or the time that Steve thought he'd die in an airplane and went straight to Eddie once they landed safely to tell him all the things he'd kept to himself. Pairing: Steddie | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Word count: 2456 Warning/Tags: heavy angst, airplane turbulence (Steve thinks they'll crash), fluff, love confessions, mutual pining, idiots in love, use of song lyrics, Canon divergence (everybody lives), post season 4 (let me know if I missed anything) A/N: I've had this idea for so long now, and then I stumbled upon the song "Pancakes for Dinner" by Lizzy McAlpine again and just had to write it. So I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💚 Read on AO3

“Ladies and gentleman, please remain seated and fasten your seatbelts. We’re approaching a-”

The voice was replaced by cracking sounds, followed by static. Steve didn’t hear anything anymore, when the aeroplane started to sink for a moment, when it jerked and the lights flickered. Everything around him was drowned out by the sudden ringing in his ears. His hands wrapped around the armrests, knuckles white from the sheer force he was gripping them with.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself, closed his eyes to focus on… he didn’t know what, but something that would make him calm down a little bit. And all of a sudden, it was there. First, he heard Eddie’s voice in his head, then he saw that cheeky smile. His own lips twitched up slightly despite the situation he was currently in, but Eddie had that effect on him. Eddie made him happy and he’d never told him that.

“I’ll see you when you get back, big boy. Tell me how much you missed me then.” Steve could still hear Eddie’s voice in his head, the smirk he’d given him while his words had been more of a tease than anything, but they had stuck with Steve. Because he’d missed Eddie, had missed their constant banter, had missed the way they’d laughed together about the most ridiculous stuff. He’d simply missed being in Eddie’s presence.

That one night they’d spent under the stars, talking to each other about this and that, but also about their joint fears after surviving the Upside Down, that had changed something in Steve - or rather had made him more aware of his own feelings. More aware of the way his heart beat faster every time Eddie looked at him. More aware of the way his stomach flipped when he heard Eddie laugh especially after everything they’d been through. They understood each other without a word sometimes, knew what kinds of nightmares the other one had.

Steve knew exactly what he felt, what Eddie meant to him, but he was too scared to say anything. And now, if this plane crashed, he’d never get the chance to tell Eddie how much he loved that metalhead.

The plane jerked again, the screaming of other passengers pierced through the bubble Steve had created for himself, and he opened his eyes. The oxygen masks were falling down, dangling right in front of Steve’s face, but they were assured that there was no need for them. They were just experiencing terrible turbulence. Everything was under control.

“The fuck it is,” he mumbled to himself, squeezing his eyes shut again. Why had he taken that trip in the first place? Oh yeah, because of everything that had happened. Because he’d wanted to visit his grandma and make sure that she was alright. Out of everyone in his family, she was the one person he really cared about. It had been a wonderful time, but all that was forgotten right now, where he just thought about all the things he still wanted to do - with Eddie.

He wasn’t thinking about all the big things, going out to some big party, having fancy dinners, that wasn’t Eddie’s thing anyway. No, he thought about the little things, about the comfortable things like watching a TV show together, staying in bed all day when the weather was shit, just spending time together. He thought about holding Eddie’s hand in his, feeling the calloused fingertips move over his skin. He thought about listening to Eddie ramble on and on about his new campaign, listening to Eddie play his songs. The little things, the everyday stuff.

If he died on this plane, Eddie would never know how Steve felt about him, because he was far too scared to tell him.

Steve’s eyes flew open when the woman next to him grabbed his arm out of sheer panic. Instinctively, he covered her hand with his, gave it a squeeze to reassure her when the plane jerked again, shaking him in his seat.

If he made it out here alive, he would tell Eddie. He would make sure that Eddie knew just how much he’d missed him.

Steve kept his eyes closed, focused on the hand on his forearm, the hand of a complete stranger, but he imagined Eddie there. Imagined the kind deep brown eyes staring back at him, mocking him a little even. Telling him that “everything will be alright, big boy, don’t worry so much. We’ve been through worse, hm?” And he was right. They had been through worse, and the scars they both were wearing, were proof of just how much they’d been through. Thinking of Eddie, imagining him there by his side helped Steve more than he could ever put into words.

When the hand from his arm was lifted, Steve slowly pried his eye open. There was no more flickering of lights, no more jerking of the plane, and everyone around him had calmed down.

“We’re safe now,” the young woman next to him said quietly, the hint of a smile on her lips. “Thank you!”

“No problem,” Steve croaked out, clearing his throat as he looked around. His heart was still beating rapidly in his chest, but everything else was calming down. Still, his mind remained with Eddie and he was dead set on driving straight to him after he landed.

As soon as the plane landed, Steve wanted to get out, get to his car and drive home. But home wasn’t his own place, it was Eddie’s trailer. The only problem was that everyone wanted to get out of here as fast as possible, so they nearly tripped over each other, and Steve stayed seated. It would take some time for their luggage to arrive anyway, and as much as he wanted to get out of this hell machine, he wanted to get out in one piece and not get crushed.

His whole body was still humming with adrenaline when he finally had his suitcase and loaded up his car. Once he was seated, he rolled the windows down and got going. If he wasted too much time, he would probably chicken out again and not say a damn thing to Eddie.

He was driving too fast, and every time he realised it, he slowed down a little, only to step on the gas again the next minute. By now, it was dark outside, and while he knew that it wasn’t exactly the time to go knocking on someone’s door, he knew that Eddie would still be up. Because he could never sleep before midnight, and even then, he sometimes had problems because of the nightmares. They were the same when it came to that.

Once in front of the trailer, Steve cut the engine. The lights in the trailer were still on, proving Steve right.

“Now or never!” he said to himself, before he pushed the door open and got out. Quick steps led him to the door of the trailer, and before he could even think about turning around, he was knocking.

“Just a second!” Eddie’s voice called from the inside, sending Steve’s poor heart stumbling already. How was he supposed to talk to Eddie when his voice already did this to him? Maybe the fact that he was still alive and hadn’t died in that plane like he’d been sure he would, had a little bit to do with that, but deep down he knew that it was mostly Eddie.

“Now, who disturbs my peaceful afternoon at this hour,” Eddie said while opening the door, the confident smile wavering when he saw just who was standing there. “Harrington? What… I mean, I told you to come to my door when you got home, but I didn’t think…” He trailed off. As much as his words had been playful, they’d also held some sort of longing, because Eddie had missed him, had missed Steve’s calm presence, the laughter that sometimes filled his trailer or the dark nights spent outside. In telling Steve to come by as soon as he came back to tell him how much Steve had missed him, he’d actually thought about himself telling Steve just that. That he’d missed having him around.

“I’m… Sorry that it’s so late, I would have been here sooner, but…” Steve waved his hand in the air, not really wanting to elaborate right now, since he just wanted to forget about that godforsaken plane.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, you know I’m still awake at this hour.” Eddie tilted his head to the side, a few strands of hair falling out of the bun he’d put his hair in. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah just…” Steve shook his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, because he didn’t really know where to start. “But I need you to listen okay? You can ask questions when I’m done, but if you stop me or ask something in between, I might not get out what I want to say.”

“Okay. Wanna come in for that?”

“I’d rather stay right here.” In case he had to flee to his car and make a quick departure because he’d just made a complete fool of himself. Then, he really didn’t want to be inside the trailer. In addition, the cool night air helped him concentrate.

“Whatever you need, Stevie,” Eddie said with a soft smile, realising that this was definitely not easy for Steve. They’d been at a stage like this before, when Steve had needed time to start talking, so Eddie was patient. He was always patient when it came to Steve.

“Okay.” Steve took another deep breath, getting a little flustered by the way Eddie called him Stevie. It always hit differently when Eddie used this name.

“We - we got into turbulence on the plane and it was a mess. I tried to concentrate on something good, something calming to blend out everything else, and then - then there was your voice in my head.” Steve stole a quick glance at Eddie, but quickly returned to looking everywhere but Eddie. Eventually, he even started pacing the front porch while Eddie stayed in the doorframe, not moving an inch.

“You calmed me down, you grounded me, Eddie! And I thought of all the things I wanted to tell you - have been wanting to tell you, but never had the courage to, because - because I didn’t wanna ruin anything.”

His right hand flew up to his hair, his fingers raking through it, leaving it in complete disarray, but for once, Steve Harrington didn’t care about his hair. He only cared about Eddie and what he had to tell him.

“And I started thinking about all the things I wanna do with you. Just… stupid little things like having pancakes for dinner, because we just feel like eating them and I know how much you love them.”

Steve’s lips curled up into a tiny smile while he remembered the first time he’d made pancakes for Eddie, the moan that had left the Munson boy’s lips at the first taste.

“Or listening to you play the guitar and sing or hum along while I cook something for us or just lie next to you. I even wanna hear you ramble on and on about your campaigns even when I have no fuckin clue what you’re talking about.”

Eddie straightened a bit in the doorway, and Steve was scared that he would speak up now, tell him to leave, so he just kept on talking,

“I thought about how I wanna get all dressed up with you for some sort of party or whatever just to get undressed again and spend the evening just with you, tangled up in each other.”

Steve’s heart was racing now, because he was handing it over to Eddie on a silver platter, and he could either get it back sliced into tiny pieces or… or he could know it in safe hands, because Eddie felt the same way.

“I thought about what your lips would feel like on mine, and your hands in my hair, because… fuck Eddie I’m so in love with you, I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

Breathless, anxious, and nervous, Steve finally stopped in front of Eddie and looked at him. There was a moment of silence, before Eddie stepped forward and reached out his hand to do just what Steve had talked about: He buried his hand in Steve’s hair and pulled him towards his own body, to seal Steve’s lips with his.

Steve was shocked for a moment, but quickly relaxed into Eddie, his hands finding their place on Eddie’s chest, digging into the shirt he was wearing. When Eddie pulled back way too soon, Steve wanted to protest, because he didn’t want this moment to end, in case it was just a figment of his imagination.

“Guess that’s one thing you won’t have to wonder about anymore,” Eddie mumbled against Steve’s lips, making both of them chuckle.

“Mhh maybe I need another taste of that. To really burn that into my memory.”

“Oh, insatiable already?” Eddie pulled his hand from Steve’s hair and let it move down to Steve’s cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth while Steve leaned into that touch.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for… God I don’t know how long,” Steve admitted, dropping his hands to Eddie’s waist to keep him right where he was, as if he was fearing the other one would turn around and lock him outside.

“Should’ve done that sooner.” Eddie tilted Steve’s head up so that the other had to look him in the eye again. “‘Cause I’ve been too scared to tell you as well. Thought you’d never like me like that.”

“What?” Steve needed a moment to realise just what Eddie had said, before he burst out laughing. “We’re idiots. Both of us.”

“We are.” Eddie laughed right along with him for a moment, before both their laughter died down.

“But now that this is out of the way…” Eddie started, leaning in again so that he could kiss Steve. They both melted into the kiss, all soft and sweet until Eddie coaxed Steve’s lips open with his tongue, making the other moan into the kiss and dig his fingers into Eddie’s waist. They only parted when they were both breathless, lips swollen from the kiss.

“How about we make one of these things happen? Guess you haven’t had dinner yet, so how about some pancakes?” Eddie smiled at Steve, raking his fingers through the blonde hair.

“Yeah… Yeah, I would love that right now.” “And after that, we can maybe get to the getting undressed part.”

Yeah… yeah, Steve would love that as well.

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Feel the music Part 1

Eddie x Deaf!AFAB!Reader

Description: Corroded Coffin plays at the bar your friends take you too and you can’t tell him no when he offers you his number. It’s super fun until you realize you never told him you’re technically deaf.

A/N: well it’s been a while but here’s the first part thank you all for your patience.I thought this would be a once shot but I got writing and coujdjt stop. ~love, Bean

Word count: 3.6k

People like to pity you when they think you can’t hear them. While partially true it’s not like you were totally deaf, you could hear airplanes and the occasionally very loud dog if you were close enough. Over all the world was muted to you. You could only hear things if it was ear splittingly loud for others. People judge when you watch tv louder than anyone else wants it, they stare when you have to put your ear to the speakers to hear what the order was at the drive through, they even had the audacity to tell you to quiet down when you spoke at a volume you could hear. However through all the struggles of growing up not hearing the world like others do, especially in a one horse town like Hawkins, there was always a constant that no one batted an eye at.

Many people don’t know but Indiana was very big on their music scene. Nothing much to do other than work, smoke weed or go to local dives to see which hometown band was trying their best. The thump of the speakers whether good or bad felt right. It let you hear the music the way everyone else did instead of through your crackling hearing aid. (It used to be hearing aids but the left one broke at work after your boss stepped on it.) Most weren’t great from what noise you could pick up. A lot were very bad. Country was rough to feel as all the deep baritone twang of acoustic guitars. Jazz is always a cacophony no matter your ability to hear things. Over all you’d come to enjoy one brand above all others. Rock and roll. Classic, alternative, even any kind of metal you could sneak past your folks. All the cassettes held a feeling like no other. That’s why your friends told you that you just had to join them this weekend. There was a band performing at a bar “who rocked out so hard they broke a speaker at their last gig”. If it was true there was no way you could miss it.

“I’ll be there.” You tried to keep your excitement at bay. The prospect of mind numbing riffs rattling around in your head for an hour was much needed after the week you’d had.

The food wasn’t too bad for being greasy and definitely on the top ten ways to die young, though who wouldn’t die young for another boat of cheese fries. Being able to speak to your friends over the already noisy room was nice. You’d taught them some signs when you’d all first met back in middle school it’d developed to the point they would respond verbally for you to read lips only to send back a mixed response of signing and trying to speak over the crowd. It had gotten to the volume you actually heard the joined noise of everyone in your unassisted ear.

‘When is the show?’ You signed half minded still trying to look around for this band they’d raved about. ‘I’m getting bored’

“Patience young padawan,” your friend Camile moved her hands in a very subtle ‘chill’ motion, “you’ll get to hug the speakers soon. Just eat. I'll let you know when they announce them.”

You toss an extra crispy fry at her blonde head. She always treated you like a baby when you went out. Relying on them to tell you announcements was annoying but essentially most of the time.

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A hand was placed on your arm before your friends got up motioning you to come with them. ‘It’s time’ Freddie haphazard tried to tell you before the crowd swallowed you up. Every elbow to the ribs was worth it just to stand at the foot of the stage, the air already vibrating from the speakers being on. Your eyes traced to the band these dweebs had been on about. ‘Corroded Coffin’ seemed like a bunch of dorks too just with instruments, but like cool dorks. They all had that distinct look of people who worshiped the ground Mötley Crüe walked on, as they should, leather jackets and varying shirts with different bands on them. The drummer looked like he wore one they’d made themselves with a sharpie and a kind of neat design. Freddie tried to point out who they all were. He’d been in a school club thing with them a year prior. There was Gareth on drums, Jeff played guitar but it seemed just rhythm and then the bassist name fell away from you as you eyeballed the lead guitarist. He had that hair and this look of total concentration. Be still your heart.

The more you took in the band the stronger the speaker's spell got. Rippling and crackling causing a little burst of sound to hit your chest. Your ribs rattled as the guitarist opened the first song. His fret work was solidly better than most kids his age. A lot of those highschool bands were eh on technique but this bushy haired brunette with the dangerously large rings on his fingers was not the usual. As much as your brain wanted to soak in more of the pretty man your heart was racing from how loud they were. The volume had reached the point you could hear it beyond the dull cotton filled void your usual hearing provided. Giving your working aid a tap crackled into working submission giving you some idea what kind of music they actually made.

A hand grabbed yours, putting it up to cheer on the band. Camile was all in and clearly a little tipsy. Waving her hand to get the bassist's attention. That girl was hopeless. Joining in on the hype was great. Their music hit the itch in the back of your skull making you jump and bang your head. Then like a beam of light from heaven (or maybe just the lighting guy) everything seemed to focus on him.

Some kids back in school told you about the Munson boy when you'd transferred into a “regular” school. How he was a metal head with a gift for that guitar but a druggy satan worshiper so best to steer clear. You hadn’t paid the man much thought during your four years there, sticking to getting out of the hell hole that is Hawkins High. The rip of his skilled fingers making that Warlock cry out in sweet electric pain pulled you out of thoughts. The vibrations were sweet melodious suffering and you couldn’t help just cheer him on. Druggy satan worshiper or not, this man had you hooked.

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Your friends have all but sloshed themselves silly with drinks leaving you as the designated driver. Wrangling the gang was similar to corralling toddlers. Camile was crying, Freddie was trying to get a stray cat to be his friend and somehow you’d been the fool thinking Holder could do exactly that, hold her liquor.

“You’re all a pain in my ass, get in the car! Fred! Fred no, it's got rabies!” You shout trying to peel him off the sidewalk as Holder kept telling you she thought she was going to puke directly on the seats of your car. You had to take a deep breath before pulling Holder from the back seat just in time for her to hurl on your tire. You’d had enough. “IN THE CAR OR I'M LEAVING YOU ALL HERE!“

“Yeah, you drunks, listen to your Highness.” The words didn’t hit your left side ear but clearly they’d hit all your friends cause they just stared at him. In an instant it was as if a spell was over them, they stopped acting like idiots and got in the car very normally, no fussing or telling you to stop nagging.

You turned to see who’d gotten them to behave and had to smile. The mess of sweat pressed curls stuck to his neck and forehead after all the hard work he and the other boys put in his dual layered jacket slung over his shoulder too showing off more of his arms and the few tattoos you could see. As you took in Eddie you noticed his hands were both full, one held his amp and the other his case. Clearly he was just trying to leave but he was nice enough to help you. Very much to your relief.

“Thank you, they’re a little out of it.” You walk just a smidge closer to see his face better. “Your show was really good by the way, you guys are better than this place realizes.”

A flaming flush went over the pale of his cheeks. Eddie smiled real big and shifted in his sneakers. “You really liked it?”

“Christ, yes. My chest still feels it.” The pull of your smile was starting to make your cheeks hurt. You hat to take a moment to talk about how fun their set was and all the things you’d liked about it. Ok maybe you’d had a few drinks but that was a while ago something had to be wrong with you to just keep talking. Yet Eddie didn’t seem to mind. Just listening to you praise him and his bandmates. When you ran out of breath he just chuckled slightly and you remembered he was carrying very heavy items. They were probably killing his arms!

“Oh I’m sorry you’re carrying those they’re probably heavy uh I should shut up.” Heat rolled up your neck all the way to your ears. How could you have been so rude to some dude just trying to leave.

Eddie shook his head wanting to hear none of it from you. “I don’t mind but if you’re really that sorry you could help me. I wouldn’t mind an extra set of hands before you take your friends home.” Was…was he flirting with you or just being coy. Your expression caused Eddie to start the beautiful art of back peddling.

He lost the cocky disposition and became sort of bashful and quiet. His mouth moved a thousand miles a minute all at once. Something about not making you work and just trying to be friendly. You could hardly read him. Both your hands shot up to chest level to halt his runaway mind. The motion made him stop rambling long enough for you to reach out and grab his amp.

“I can’t stay long but I’ll help you get your stuff put away.” The box amp was scary heavy. It was a wonder he could carry it while the two of you chatted. You looked it over before recognizing the design. It was one of those tube amps you’d seen in the magazines at the local music store. He really was like a real rockstar. The thought made you titter softly under your breath.

Eddie leaned in front of you waving his now free hand. “Hey, are you still in there? I was talking to you.” His brow was raised slightly given your lack of response to him. Shit what did he say? You had to break the news to him about your hearing soon before he thought you were just rude.

“Sorry I uh,” you tugged the inside fat of your lip between your teeth, “I was just thinking about how it’s not every day you meet a rockstar.” You’d just have to hope you could keep up the lie of nothing being wrong with you, especially if he thought you’d lied about liking the band just cause you ‘can’t hear’. At least pretended for a chance to see him again.

The excuse seemed to work on him all the same causing him to get all twirly with his hair and smiling. A little part of you hoped his speaking voice was just as pretty as his singing one. Trying to imagine how he sounded was taking a toll on your little awestruck head. He’d offered you his home phone number after talking with you the whole way to his van. He’d told you it was in case you ever wanted to talk about Corroded Coffin more or music or like whatever. Cute.

“Yeah! I’ll be sure to call you sometime.”

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Everything tumbled like a pile of bricks the next morning. You’d let the three drunkards sleep at your place provided Camile took the couch abd Freddie slept in the basement with Holder who slept on an old play mat your parents kept “for grand babies' ' which was not happening anytime soon. It’d gone well, no wake up calls or soiled upholstery until you got to the kitchen making a pot of coffee for the gang. All was well for a solid four and a half minutes.

The force of a pillow hurling at your head from the living room nearly made you drop your coffee cup. Camile was waving a sheet of notebook paper and saying something. Christ on a cracker, she was ranting and pointing to the paper like it was a ransom note. Her lunatic ravings brought the others up from the basement.

“EDDIE MUNSON?! You got his number. You talked to him! My perfect bestest only one, what were you thinking?” Camile seemed pissed. Of course she had her reasons. Her family and their family kind of hated each other. Eddie apparently harassed her little brother every chance he got. Not his fault Jason was a nightmare to humanity these days.

Freddie and Holder both went for the paper, they had to see for themselves! They both cornered Camile snatching it with lightning speed, giggling all the same.

‘Super glad we met. I’d love to hear more about your thoughts Princess

(765) 438-****

~ Eddie (with the guitar)’

“Mom has a boyfriend~” Freddie danced around with the sheet above his head dangling it out of reach of Camile who was trying her hardest to hop and take it back. The trio practically ran around your family's living room Freddie handing it off to Holder then over Camile head to Freddie over the coffee table. One of them was going to trip and get hurt, it was certain. When one of them did you were going to laugh.

You walked into the chaos taking the paper from Holder before she could hand it off. “Not a boyfriend, just a friend that’s a boy. He’s really cool. We like the same bands and geek stuff.” It wasn’t a lie. Eddie was a friend nothing more.

Camile crossed her arms pouting like a child. “So you’re going to call him? How are you going to respond to him? He knows you can’t hear right?” The jab at your disability stung but it was true. Talking on the phone would be super difficult since you’d need a translator. Still didn’t mean her anger hurt you any less.

When you met Camile in fourth grade you’d only just been transferred to a hearing school. Your speech therapy hadn’t been going well so you avoided talking to anyone hoping to be equally as ignored. Yet little Cam was determined to make you talk to her. She’d ask you questions in class or take your notebook from you to rile you up. It’d ended up with you telling her to leave you alone only for her to laugh. She’d laughed for probably five minutes before grabbing you.

“You talk funny. We’ll fix it. Mom says I talk too much anyways so I'll teach you to not sound like a stuffy duck.”

There were still times she’d correct your enunciation because you’d thought it sounded out phonetically. By the time Freddie and Holder came around you’d had two years of Camille’s teaching and extensive speech therapy so they were less concerned with it or maybe less bothered having the weird friend.

Holder grabbed your hand squeezing it tight to pull you back from crying. Every carver was mean to the bone, Camile just happened to stick around you enough you sorta forgave it.

“I’ll help you out, whether you want to talk to him just call me up and I’ll come over.” Holder's smile was safe. Never held ill intentions.

“I’d like that.”

“Of course. It’s what friends do,” her never words came out in a hiss, “they say helpful and encouraging things. Right Cammie?”

Still pouting and turning her nose up Camile was having none of it. Little did she know her disapproval only made the seed of rebellion grow. You’d talk to Eddie again, go out to do stuff together, you might even visit the trailer of the satan worshiper yourself and tell her all about it. Then she’d have a reason to fuss.

The four of you all seemed pretty content after Holder told you she’d help you out. Freddie suggested waiting to call him. Make the geek wait for his ‘princess’ but it felt wrong to ignore someone just to make them want to talk to you more. After a long winded explanation on why waiting creates healthy horny relationships you opted to just drop the idea of calling Eddie at all. It had been stupid to let a guy get in your head this way. You’d just wait till Camile and Fred left before giving Holder the receiver. She didn’t seem interested in going in on the other two suggestions of never call or call late at night when you’re-whoa wait nope not that one. You leaned in closer to Holder sneakily dropping your hearing aid in her hand and closing your eyes. The whole action made her shake next to you hopefully in a laugh.

“Wait, did she seriously just do that?” Camile looked beyond offended.

Freddie put a hand on her which seemed to calm her down enough that the vein in her forehead (which was throbbing since the rantings of the early morning) was finally calming down.

“Just leave it alone. She doesn’t want to hear it anymore. Besides don’t you have work today little miss beauty school~”

Another pillow, this time to Freddie’s devious little face.

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Call him. Just pick up the phone and dial. He’s not going to be mad if you called him. It’s after work hours. Don’t freak out.

Sat in your lap was the manila telephone. Holder had stayed the day since her family was away and her boyfriend had pissed her off with some lame excuse of why his work buddies were more important than her. She kept handing you the paper when you’d set it down to fret.

“If you don’t do it I will. He’s just a dude. Dudes are dumb and don’t care if you call. If he didn’t want you to call he wouldn’t have given you his number. Now gimme that.”

Receiver was snatched from you as she punched in the numbers with the most confidence that a woman has ever shown. Holder signed that it was ringing. Ringing. The look on her face was seeming to fall before she waved her hand motioning you close.

‘Munson, what do you want?’

“Hey, I’m looking for Eddie? We met at his concert last night and he gave me this number.”

Holder snickered as she mouthed “He’s shouting for Eddie, hold on”. Waiting in silence was agony. Even when Holder mentioned there was the sound of someone tripping and cursing. Maybe you’d misread the situation.

“Hey if it’s not the Princess. I thought you wouldn’t call, got nervous you’d lost my number.”

Nervous laughter bubbled around in your chest. Lost his number? If only he kne2w how you'd be fretting over the ten digits like they'd attack if you left them alone. “No, just taking care of my drunks.” yeah and freking about calling him at all.

Holder did not translate for a minute. She was on strike for the drunk's comment most likely. It was true she and Freddie were a pain to deal with and Cammie with her rant about how Eddie was of the devil or whatever. It takes a lot of energy to be the responsible one. She rolled her eyes at your pleading look, “fine but no more mean stuff, brat.” Holder fixed her hands, explaining that Eddie laughed and asked how the “drunks” were holding up.

“Good, sent them off a little while ago, all the hangovers dealt with. I'm down a half bottle of aspirin but the price of being the sober friend is a heavy one to carry,” your voice carried so sweetly, fully expressing your glee that this was even happening.

Eddie's warmth made Holder cringe. Yeah she wouldn't be volunteering for this anytime soon. ‘Get on with it. Just ask if he wants to meet up.’ Holder was trying to just rush and get to the good stuff, the smoochie stuff as freddie so lovingly put it.

“I uh actually was wondering if you'd like to catch lunch and maybe ice cream afterwards?”

“Are you asking me out, princess?”

Yes. endlessly yes. “You would love that wouldn't you, Eddie? How about we start with lunch and I'll let you know if I was asking you out as friends or something else.” Can’t make life too easy on him now can you.

“As you wish, your highness. I'm free in about two hours if you'd like; I'll even come pick you up if you like.” Holder added a little eyebrow wiggle to show how flirty Eddie had said it. It made you laugh shamelessly.

“Yeah I'm free but you're not driving me. Thats murderer shit. We can meet at Rick’s on the corner of Willow and Rutherford. Lets say three?” your heart was racing, the muscle threatened to leap out of your throat waiting for a reply. Holders expecting expression only made it worse. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

“See you there, princess.”

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Driving through the Midwest, I met her once again. She was literally hanging out here in the plains west of Omaha, Nebraska. We were traveling on interstate 80 and decided to take a break. I walked in the door, and there she was. The first time I met her I was young, naïve, and just out of my teens. Now we are both retired. It was a chance meeting. I came to see someone else, yet she stood regally by the front door. I stood staring in awe. Could that really be her? Although time has wrinkled her skin, freshly made up she looked just as gorgeous as she did years ago. She was so beautiful, and once moved as if waltzing, gliding, sailing, while she sang her unique song.

Although I spent long hours attending her needs, she never really knew I was there. I know she had feelings because she cried while we attended her. Her tears stained our clothing, yet we did not mind. We knew that once she soared, her tears would dry while forcing her way into the darkness. She held court every night, with a score of suitors scurrying about like a queen’s entourage. And a queen indeed she was.

She required constant attention in her own castle. She was a member of a unique society. Each member had her own residence protected them from prying eyes. Occasionally, they were allowed out to roam the earth in search of surreptitious activities. She had sharp vision capable of locating a golf ball on the golf course, read the name and then determined its compression rating from a remote distance, and her ears could listen to conversations where the conversers believed they were secure.

For over twenty years she covertly prowled the skies, with impunity, searching for activities that threatened our nation’s security. I knew her simply by her tail number, “964.” Originally dubbed the “Blackbird,” while serving on the island of Okinawa the locals dubbed her “habu,” because she looked like a local snake. The world knew her as the SR-71.

Located in the U.S.A.F. Strategic Air Command Museum west of Omaha, Nebraska, SR-71 # 964 greets visitors in the main lobby. While she moved about at 2100 mph above 80,000 ft, her enemies could not bring her down; however, newer satellite technologies and spiraling operational costs eventually were her demise.

There was never an airplane like her before and there will never be another.

E4 Dale Bates

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itsuki-minamy · 1 year

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"K – RETURN OF KINGS" (NOVEL-ADVANCE)

CHAPTER 9: NEKO'S DREAM (Pages 440-447)

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

"In this age, not just the ones who need us, but the ones "we" need, we will take all."

Nagare activated a special ability and made several windows float in the air. Ranker Limited Quest.

An important order as a mission only for Mishakuji and Sukuna. When he stroked it, the window turned into a paper airplane and flew off into the darkness.

"Activate mission 5538. Let's raise a new "Jungle" with our own hands."

With a small murmur, Nagare slowly rose to his own feet.

++++++++++

Cutting through the darkness of the night, the sound of the 750cc exhaust carried through the metropolitan highway.

As he made his way through the gaps between the trailers, the big motorcycle of "Kerun" ran like an arrow. With his full-face helmet he didn't feel the wind, but the landscape he saw melted at great speed and didn't hold a constant shape. If he made the slightest mistake steering the wheel, he would be thrown high and far and melt into one of the blobs of that landscape.

Inside the rider's gloves, his palms were soaked. Gripping the steering wheel over and over again, "Kerun" yelled.

"Hey, "Jema"! Persecution, what's going on?!"

He was sure that he had already gotten rid of them, it was okay to slow down. Disappear and reappear as if it had been blown away by the wind. As the lights streamed in from the edge of his vision, "Kerun" wished for him from the bottom of his heart.

"No! They're still chasing us! ''Scepter 4'' even sent a helicopter?!"

Thinking it was a joke, he felt a chill in his stomach. Thoughts and memories rushed through his mind as fast as the landscape passed.

It was supposed to be just a game. If you win, you get points, and if you use the points, you get super powers, it's a wonderful game. "Kerun'' and "Jema'' advanced by leaps and bounds. They weren't strong, but they were quick and wise. They only dabbled in safe, delicious missions, and they won handily. The power they gained there helped them change their lives. A lot of money, delicious food, fun trips, cute girlfriends, all of which are things that cannot be obtained as a student, all of which are obtained through "Jungle".

And now all of that was about to be removed.

The HUD that was displayed within the full face summoned even more despair. A map that reflected his location information, the destination was blocked with a red X mark. "Scepter 4" was shutting down traffic. The only way to escape was to go down the lower path. If so, it's the end of the series. "Kerun" was not so good at motorcycle technique that he could run freely on narrow roads.

University, family, girlfriend, finding a job, life. Several words came to his mind. There is a lot written on the "Jungle" forum about what happens to psychics trapped in "Scepter 4". Day after day, unspeakable torture would await him. According to one person, they were thrown into a special prison and never returned to society. According to another person, electrodes were implanted in their brains and they were forced to work permanently as a slave to "Scepter 4".

Even if those comments contained exaggerations, he would undoubtedly be branded as "criminal". He would drop out and live a long, dark life as a straggler.

He didn't like that. Why did he look like that? There are many guys doing worse things.

At the moment when his face distorted as if he was about to cry, a voice suddenly echoed in his ear.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Jiggle, the rider outfit trembled. He didn't know where he was hearing it from. When he entered the HUD, an unknown account was connected to the voice chat. "Kerun" he shouted agitated.

"Who are you?! Jema, what's going on?!"

"I-I don't know! Although it's supposed to prevent unauthorized accounts from entering."

"With that level of security? Are you serious? Well, it doesn't matter. Whether you want help or not, decide in 10 seconds."

The blocking net was closing on the map every moment. He didn't have time to hesitate. "Kerun" he begged someone he didn't know.

"Help me! I'll pay you!"

"Ok. Go down to the lower path."

Before thinking about it, "Kerun" slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel, and left the metropolitan highway. As he crossed at excessive speed, more voices echoed.

"Turn right at the first light. Go straight and stop at a convenience store. Just wait for instructions."

"Oh, hey! If I do something like that, I'll get caught by "Scepter 4"."

"If you want to be safe, listen to what I tell you in a low voice."

Gritting his teeth, he still did as he told him. At the same time, he activated "Whisper Command" and ask "Jema", who should be watching from afar.

"W-What's going on? Who is he?"

"Uh, I don't know! But he's quite an advanced hacker. Our conversation just now could have been overheard..."

Of the two, "Kerun" is mainly in charge of practical work and "Jema" is mainly in charge of information processing. Since "Jema" said so, it would be better to think that the network was under control.

While he was thinking about such things, "Kerun" stopped in front of a convenience store.

His vision was shrouded in darkness.

"......?!"

He panicked and looked left and right. He was pitch black for only a moment, and what jumped out at him were the exposed concrete and inorganic guide lights. Somewhere in the underground escape passage a thought came to him...

A voice came from the side this time.

"Let's hide here for a while."

A figure suddenly appeared in a space that should have been empty. The entire body was wrapped in black clothing, and the face was covered with a full face mask. It was a bit different from the camouflage mask they wore, but it was definitely a member of "Jungle".

"...Ah, are you the guy who contacted me?"

When he cautiously asked, the black clad shrugged slightly.

"I'm under no obligation to respond. My job is to get the target to safety."

Saying that, the black clothed one put his hand to his ear and began to communicate somehow.

He didn't know what it was.

But at least "Scepter 4" didn't seem to get there. When he looked at the map on the HUD, he could see blue emblems representing PCs with "Scepter 4" and follow-on helicopters moving back and forth around them. "Kerun" felt a cold sensation that they must be looking around.

"Eh?"

"Kerun" couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The map started to move, but he hadn't moved. However, the marker meaning "myself" on the map was moving at considerable speed. An old marker began to move in pursuit of him.

Like a hyena chasing wounded prey. "Kerun" looked at him in a daze and uttered words that weren't even a question.

"What's happening...? Am I here? Why is the map moving?"

The answer came out of his ear.

"What's moving is a discarded PDA I set up here. I hacked into your account and made you log in twice there. It'll take a while before they notice the clothes."

"Huh?! Hey, what are you doing?! Taking someone's account without permission!"

"Well then, shall we bring them back? The blue clothes will gladly come to pick you up."

He had no words. He didn't like it, but he had to listen. That guy certainly seemed to be an ally, but an ally in "Jungle" means nothing more than "an opponent who has the same interests". Depending on the situation, he could always become an enemy.

Before long, the mark of "Scepter 4" disappeared from the map, and "Kerun" patted his chest in relief.

"...Apparently, it seems to be fine. Thank you for your help."

"The reward is 10,000 JP."

The blood of "Kerun" was frozen at the ready-to-use request.

"What? 10,000 JP?"

"Ah. I won't lose a single point."

"Fu, don't be silly! Didn't you hear that story?!"

"You're the one who received the reward without checking. I've already done my job. Now it's your turn to pay."

"Kerun" was again stuck in the voice. He couldn't help but admit that there was a reason for what he said to the other party. No matter how impatient he was, he should have confirmed the reward and negotiated.

He didn't think so. At that time, he didn't have that kind of time. "Kerun" is just a college student. There was no way he could make a decent judgment or bargain in the ten seconds that would ruin his life.

In other words, this guy knew and extended a helping hand.

"I don't have that many points."

Feeling bitter, "Kerun" had no choice but to defend himself. He now he had about 4,000 points. He couldn't shake the sleeves.

"Is that so? If you combine it with your partner, you can prepare around 10,000."

By partner, he meant "Jema." First of all, that communication should be a private chat with that guy. Although he was listening to that conversation, he hadn't said a single word since before.

"Hey, Jema..."

He called out to his "partner" with a grasping sensation, but again there was no response. He was still connected. However, the fact that there was no reaction...

"You were abandoned."

The one in front of him, dressed in black, was the one who muttered. There was no tone of mockery in his words. It was a way of saying that he was only confirming the reality in front of him.

This time his blood boiled. The fact that he was the only one trying to save himself from it aroused his helpless rage. He raised his fists and shouted.

"Don't be kidding! Oh, I'm not paying, because it's just me!"

The angry voice that echoed inside his mask suddenly stopped.

A blade was plunged into "Kerun's" throat. It was the point of a sword drawn by the guy in the black armor. It was so fast that he didn't even know when he pulled it out. Anger withered and fear arose in its place.

"Is that so? Then let me take your life."

"Oh, hey..."

"Killing the target won't give you a penny, but if you throw it away, you won't be able to show anything else. Even "Jema" will pay what he owes if he finds out about the target's fate. Then, it will be completed."

"Wait, wait! I understand!"

Still rigid, "Kerun" let out a miserable voice. Tears clouded the HUD vision, out of fear and regret. The black robed guy's words were not threats. He really he would do what he said he would do. That is what "Kerun" knew intuitively.

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