#like i said earlier i can cook but i can't plate the meal

[svtskneecaps]

qsmp ghost investigator au dump

here is everything i spitballed into my sibling's texts. apparently their discord was "thriving on it". i'll divide this into categories and attempt to format it as reader friendly as possible. god almighty i hope the keep reading below this paragraph works

CHARACTER HEADCANONS:

there's a main investigative squad formed by roier, cellbit, fic, pac, and tubbo

roier is in charge of their social media accounts

mike is their former college roommate who they constantly bring up and declare has died, except every time he comes up the way he died was different. he's actually a really successful movie producer (or something) so one time they do a live stream for a milestone celebration and in the last ten seconds mike comes flying out of the left side with ghost stage makeup and tackles pac off the side of the screen and they never address this publicly. any time someone asks what happened to pac they answer "who's pac" including pac

cellbit gets extremely disappointed when the perp isn't supernatural

roier is thrilled when the perp isn't supernatural because the peter parker in him loves taking the piss on a billionaire publicly

fit has photographic memory (à la canon screenshots)

pac is extremely good at breaking and entering

cellbit is an old fashioned polaroid kind of guy bc digital cameras don't capture ghost evidence as clearly

roier swears by digital photos bc he likes photoshop (he carries rolls of film with him in case cellbit runs out)

fit has an auto shop. tubbo and ramón work in this auto shop. this is a headache for everyone involved but at least the auto shop was already a thin disguise for experimenting with homemade pyrotechnics so things exploding isn't a big deal

whenever the team has to do a distraction, the only two options are 1) manipulation 2) explosion

when they get caught in a bad spot, pac plays on sympathy, roier plays dumb, tubbo plays along, cellbit pretends to belong, and fit uno reverses

they commissioned jaiden for their logo. she also beta reads the scripts

richarlyson works for mike. sometimes he joins the investigation crew as a cameraman on loan. fans have learned to recognize when richas is behind the camera because the camera doesn't shake when the monster of the week appears because homeboy does not fear death. cellbit knows mike will end his bloodline if anything happens to richas (and would probably end his OWN bloodline) so he tends to be double stressed when richas is behind the camera

the team has a house, courtesy of mike, because god knows a ghost hunter's salary probably can't pay for one

bagi belongs to a "rival" investigation group. she and cellbit talk MAD shit every time they're in the same room. they are also both incredibly fucking smart and often end up working together to crack the tough cases while continuing to smack talk each other

bad is also in the rival investigative group. he is very clearly a demon. this is never commented on.

skeppy is a ghost except bad is the only one who can see him. anyone who calls skeppy imaginary is shouted down by bagi. bagi also believes skeppy is imaginary

tina is the safety net / brawn for bagi's team. she trains in hand to ghost hand combat with etoiles because she is Not Human and can punch ghosts. bagi does not know this and she just thinks tina's super cool and super talented and super badass. tina definitely thinks bagi has realized she is Not Human but they haven't like had a conversation about it but bagi's super smart sooooo

dapper is the "guy in the chair" for the rival investigation team. bad tends to ask a question into a radio (or seemingly to thin air) and immediately get the answer via text. sometimes cellbit will wonder something aloud about various ghost types or signs ("they heard scratching in the attic, so that could be caused by--") and almost immediately get cut off by bad's text tone as bad reads aloud dapper listing off three paranormal options as well as potential structural problems and rodents having an extremely fun night, at which point bad cuts himself off with "LANGUAGE" or "OUT OF POCKET"

the main team thinks dapper is just short until they realize that no, dapper is actually like 14. bad's like WHY DO YOU THINK THEY STAY IN THE VAN???

baghera makes and posts music and consults for bagi's team. cellbit is scared of her and also desperately wishes he could poach her for his own team but she only answers jaiden's calls

pomme has a ghost gun. it was a gift from etoiles. she accidentally took foolish's head off with it one time. his head grew back and that was how they learned he was Not Made of Meat. this was not particularly surprising, because bad is still her part time dad. it still scared the crap out of pomme the first time it happened because the ghost gun SHOULD only work on ghosts but foolish is in a weird enough state of undead that he qualified.

foolish was thrilled to have a spare head, hence "the first time"

vegetta is a famous architect. he calls foolish to ask which paranormal team he should consult on whether a property is haunted, because vegetta trusts his partner of unspecific relationship's judgement, considering foolish is Not Human. foolish's answer usually depends on how spiteful he feels towards tina and bad at the time of the call

bonus, i really want maximus involved in one team or the other but since he hasn't interacted with bagi yet i can't decide his role or anything concrete. but just know that's in my brain.

EPISODES (in no particular order:

foolish summons bad during a sleepover with tina and then thinks it'll be funny to summon paranormal investigators (bad also thinks it's funny). they decide to play a game of "can the investigators figure out who's the immortal". it is revealed to the audience in the end of the ""episode"" once all the investigators have left that all three of them are immortal. bad and foolish devolve into yet another argument over which one of them won based on a win condition they somehow came up with and agreed on without ever consulting each other. tina was actually the winner. roll credits.

NEXT:

quackity owns a casino. he hires the team to look into some demonic activity his patrons have been reporting. he spends the entire investigation and episode demanding they find the demon and exorcise the demon and generally shittalking the demon. they spend the entire episode questioning more and more how quackity's casino stays in business as everything they learn about it and him does not inspire confidence. it is revealed that ironmouse is the demon and is also singlehandedly keeping the casino in business because she fucking loves gambling. quackity immediately changes his tune.

NEXT:

antoine calls the team because he's KINDA worried by the latitude and longitude he keeps finding on the walls at the company he works at, written in what looks suspiciously like blood. unbeknownst to them, bagi's team was ALSO contacted, by baghera. they eventually discover the recipient of the messages is etoiles. after an incident at his previous employment he is half ghost and can now fight ghosts. the messages were from an entity that attacks things when it gets bored and it may as well fight etoiles because etoiles is the only one who has beat it so far. they meet in various back alleys and restaurant parking lots to go at it and get drinks afterward. the entity has no idea how to speak any modern languages but Fighting is Universal.

NEXT:

pierre is a wine baron and claims there's a unicorn who watches over his family's vineyard. it's been part of the brand since inception and it's taken mostly as propaganda and old legend until people start actually catching glimpses of a unicorn around the vineyard and the rumor starts to spread until roier "investigative journalist and old money hater" drags the team to go on a tour of the production line in hopes of blowing the case wide open. fit, pac, and tubbo are in charge of distractions while cellbit and roier sneak away to explore the vineyard and track the unicorn.

the unicorn is pierre. roier ends up finding this hilarious and while his journalistic spirit cannot allow him to NOT expose that the unicorn is fake, he ends up calling it "a white horse with a taped-on horn" instead of the face of the company in a fursuit. pierre sends the team wine periodically as thanks and also because roier still has a picture of him in a unicorn costume in the woods.

fit and pac do a wine tasting together.

NEXT:

wilbur contacts them because ghost slime has taken up residence in the guest bathroom and while his daughter insists slime is part of the family, phil is coming with his son (chayanne) to stay with them for a festival or something and wilbur doesn't feel like getting roasted by the middle schooler who is his brother because the bathroom smells like algae and wet dog so he needs the team to babysit slime until phil leaves town. slime spends the entire time going through windows and walls with no warning and scaring the piss out of everyone. one time he was in the cabinet when cellbit was going in to make his midnight coffee and his scream sent everyone in the house into emergency mode. roier would have FULLY put slime through the wall if slime were corporeal. lucky for slime, and their wall, slime is not.

NEXT:

jaiden works at an escape room and her boss reaches out to the team because he is FED UP with some paranormal entity that keeps drawing on walls and moving shit around and throwing things and tripping him and he wants it GONE. jaiden is extremely fond of bobby and bobby is extremely fond of HER, so she reaches out to the team and asks them to NOT do that and just pretend or something. so the team goes in and pretends to investigate and stuff. roier and bobby feud in the background. by the end of the episode they're besties.

the episode concludes, shockingly, with the boss and bobby gaining grudging respect for each other. somehow. the boss threatens to reveal bobby's existence to the internet at large as a publicity stunt every time bobby trips him in the hallway but never actually does. bobby stops throwing things at him (as much). the themeing of the rooms shift so the drawings and moving objects fit in. the boss is mariana.

from this episode on bobby periodically appears in the team's house, because it's my au and i make the ghost rules

END OF SEASON:

the end season villain is a guy who ran the biggest corporation in the world who died under mysterious circumstances. the corporation has a duck mascot for no reason in particular hahahaha. they're a company like nesquick or aquafina or amazon or something yknow REAL assholes.

the team is contracted by the billionaire's nephew (forever) who took over the business when he died and is extremely overwhelmed by 1) running a business on this scale and 2) all the paranormal bs happening in his office (which is where the former CEO died). he also happens to be cellbit's ex. this is highly awkward.

because i hate billionaires but like forever, let's say forever was contacted by the villain solely because the CEO does NOT want any of his immediate underlings to get the company and thus only reveals his blood relation to forever IN HIS WILL. except forever is A Good Dude and is trying to grasp the full scope of the company's corruption and dismantle the shitty practices while still keeping the employees paid, despite his only business experience being his current position of running a boardwalk/beach. this ends up being the cause of the paranormal activity: the CEO is panicking now that forever is trying to 'ruin his company'.

the episode ends with the CEO briefly succeeding in possessing forever, and the combined forces of the ghost teams bring him back and send the CEO to hell.

somehow the billionaire is involved in or mentioned during previous episodes.

#qsmp #qsmp au #qsmp paranormal investigators au #shut up vic #block game brainrot #do i tag every person who appears in this #i'll tag within reason #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #qsmp bagi #i think those are the people whose names i mentioned the most #i can think of a couple people who i'd want to spotlight in an episode (antoine) but i can't think of anything concrete in terms of plot lo #i'm setting this au free go wild #like i said earlier i can cook but i can't plate the meal #this will not be made a full length fic by my hand you must be the change you want to see #(please i ask you put my user in a note somewhere if you directly use the concepts here lol and also give me a link to it i want it gimme) #god i hope the formatting is legible i can't really send this to be beta read

[averydayss]

Look At Me⋅˚₊‧୨୧ ‧

>>contents: in which Sunghoon becomes jealous of his admirer, y/ns new friend

>>warnings: fluff, angst, kinda cliche romance

>>now playing: Look At Me - Twice

Everyone in the campus knows of y/ns crush on Sunghoon, its no surprise that she follows him everyday, gives him lunch which he never eats, tries to strike up a conversation which he never answers and so much more. The head over heels girl was so in love with the quiet popular boy that never considered her a choice

"Sunghoon, good morning!" Greeted y/n with a happy smile, after all it was always a good day when she meets sunghoon first thing in the morning

As always Sunghoon didnt answer anything, instead walking away from the interaction. leaving a disappointed but not suprised y/n to stand alone in the hallway

"i don't get why you still chase him y/n, hes such a cold guy that doesnt even appreciate what uve been doing to him for the past months" said Sana, y/ns best friend who saw her interaction with him

"Dont be like that! Maybe one day he would finally see me as a someone, i just need to have patience" said y/n enthusiasticly

Sana only sighed and shook her head before dragging y/n to class

After class finished, Sana, y/n along with Danielle and Hyein all went to the cafeteria to eat. As always y/n prepared sunghoons meal beforehand

The daily routine goes about how y/n would approach Sunghoon to give him his cooked meal only for Sunghoon to give a slight nod and later throwing it away

As y/n was about to approach the cold boy, Hyein stopped her. "I don't think you should do it today y/n. I heard he failed his history exam and is in a bad mood today"

"Nonsense! I do this everyday, im sure by now its a natural occurrence to him" said y/n stubbornly, Hyein can only sigh at the realization that her best friend was head over heels for the boy.

Y/n approached his table, there was him and his other popular friends. "Hi Sunghoon, here's ur meal" said y/n while giving Sunghoon a lunch box which she cooked before school

She didn't expect sunghoon to suddenly snap. "God y/n why can't you realize that i don't like you? Is that too much to comprehend for your stupid and stubborn head? Do you not realize that i never ate your lunch? Do u not realize that i would never like someone as low as you?" Said Sunghoon furiously.

Y/n felt her heart shattering at his words, sure Sunghoon never said thank you to her, but he never snapped at her especially in front of the cafeteria, where everyone was watching

Sunghoon continued to bash her and humiliate her infront of the cafeteria, y/n just stood there trying to hold back her tears, looking at the ground

Danielle and the rest quickly approached the commotion and pulled y/n to the girls bathroom to fix herself. All y/n did was cry, she didn't expect for Sunghoon to humiliate her for the entire school to see, all she can think was the revenge she wants. She wasn't sure of whats happening but she is sure about one thing, she doesn't like him anymore

They comforted her and walked her to her next period

"Listen up students, today we have a new student" said their teacher

"Hello, im Soobin. Please treat me well" said the new student whos name seems to be Soobin

Y/n wasn't paying attention though, she was still in shock about what happened at lunch earlier

"Soobin can sit next to y/n, y/n raise your hand" y/n heard that and raised her hand

"Hi, I'm Soobin" said soobin who saw the gloomy girl

"Hi im y/n" said y/n shortly, again still sad about what happened

Although it turns out, y/n and Soobin seems to have a click. They enjoy the same tv shows, has the same opinions, understands each other's humor, they instantly became close friends by the end of the lesson

The next day, Sunghoon didn't expect her to not greet him first thing in the morning, instead avoiding him. At first he was feeling good with this change, it was one thing off his plate and now he didn't have to be annoyed by another admirer

Y/n was having a good day, she spent time with Sana, Hyein, Danielle and Soobin. The people who appreciates her and loves her for who she is

At lunch time, Soobin and y/n ate at the cafeteria together. Sana and Hyein was busy studying for their history test in the library, while Danielle was practicing tennis at the school field. Which ultimately left them both together to get lunch

Y/n had so much fun, Soobin's jokes were making her mood so happy today.

Unbeknownst to her, Sunghoon who arrived at the cafeteria before her was staring at her, he was confused on why she didn't even greet him, nor did she give him lunch today

"Seems that uve got a staring problem, u like her or smth?" Jay jokingly asked

"No? Why would i like her? Im happy that she's finally not clingy to me anymore, i never liked her anyways" said Sunghoon. Y/n heard that sentence and she feels her heart shattering once again

"Don't say that, she put a lot of effort on ur lunch that u throw everyday, atleast give her some credit" Heeseung, Sunghoons friend said

"Yeah, if i had an admirer that put in that much effort i would be honored, besides she's quite cute" Said Sunoo, who in return received a glare from Sunghoon

"Hey do you know that guy? He keeps glaring at our direction since we've arrived" Said Soobin, pointing to the person not other than Sunghoon

"Hm? I don't know him, he is probably just spacing out" reasoned y/n while trying to drag soobin out of the cafeteria

Sunghoons deathly glare at both of them certainly was a shock to y/n, usually he never even looks at her even if she tries to talk to him, but she ultimately brushed that thought to her just being dramatic

This went on for weeks, Soobin and y/n became practically attached (platonically) and Sunghoon would always often stare at them the whole time

Sunghoon still wouldn't admit to anyone (even to himself) that he misses y/n, her talks, her lunch, and just her being clingy to him. Until one day he finally had enough

It was lunch break, as usual y/n along with her friendgroup was walking to the cafeteria to get some food, Sunghoon knew this and took the opertunity to approach y/n and her friends

"Y/n can i talk to u?" Asked Sunghoon who was still giving Soobin glares. Before y/n can answer Danielle did. "What do you want sunghoon, leave y/n alone she isn't bothering you anymore" said Danielle while the others agreed.

"No i promise it's not about that, can i just speak to y/n privately for a moment? It won't take long" Sunghoon tried to reason. Finally y/n said "Fine, you guys can go to the cafeteria first ill catch up later" said y/n

Once they were finally alone, Sunghoon immediately said "Why do you keep avoiding me these past few weeks? I thought u liked me" said Sunghoon

Y/n scoffed "How do you expect me to keep clinging on to u after what you said? Its true, u never appreciated my efforts. I should've listened to Sana" said y/n with a slight crack in her voice

"What about Soobin, what is with that guy and why are u guys suddenly close? Do you like him now?" Asked Sunghoon bitterly

"Don't bring Soobin in this conversation, you know very well that this is your fault, me and Soobin are just friends, but whatever we would be is none of your business. I thought u hated me anyways? What happend to u having one thing off ur plate?" Said y/n

"I didn't mean it i swear, i was in a bad mood. Im sorry, i genuinely miss all the things u usually do to me in the past, i don't like it when u look at anyone else, look at me" said Sunghoon with a slight pout

"it's okay, i forgive you. Besides i kinda miss making you lunch" y/n said half jokingly

"I promise ill change" said Sunghoon while kissing her forehead

Since that day, sunghoon and y/n ultimately started dating (against Sana, Hyein, and Danielles will)

💳: divider: @iluvrei & @chilumitos! Other pictures are from pinterest, credits to all the owners

A/N: feel free to send in a request xx

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[ughsimpp]

look how deep

word: 1.9K

genre: smut

paring: soft-dom! mingi x fem!reader

disclaimer: f&m!receving, marking, teasing, fingering, cowgirl, deep penetration, d!ck bulging, rough sex, deep throat

[ DO NO REPOST!!! ]

i know i made some mistakes LOL, ill correct them later *maybe*

masterlist

mingi, your lovely husband has been busy with work and hasn't been home for 3 weeks. every day you are lonely without him as he comes home late around 1am. stuck at the office since papers were due. he never forgets to kiss you every morning before leaving but you wished he didn't have to work so much.

it was 12:45am when you heard the door open. you walked out of the bedroom and saw your tried husband. mingi set his bag and jacket down as he saw you, he gave you a sweet smile. you walked over to him and hugged him. you missed his smell, his touch, his warmth.

"baby you not tired? you've been waiting for me every night..."

he said slowly as he kiss your forehead.

"i can't sleep because you're not here. i miss you..."

mingi exhaled out his breath,

"yea i know, the office has been busy and the boss is kicking our asses if we don't turn in our reports in soon, and i'm sorry. i miss you too....i miss coming home early to you..."

he embraced your warmth and hugged you tightly. you heard his stomach growl as you looked up at him.

"oh are you hungry babe? i can heat up the food i made earlier."

you went to the kitchen and heat up the food. you finally set up the table and called him to come eat. you went to the bedroom and found him knock out on the bed. you looked at him as he was sleeping peacefully, you brushed his hair away from his face. he was tried and stress from working so much, you wished you can do more for him.

the next morning you woke up to an empty bed. mingi has already left for work. you washed up and went to the kitchen. you notice that there was a note on the table and a cup of coffee an a plate of pancakes. the food was still warm so he probably just left.

you read the note,

"good morning beautiful, i made you some pancakes and a coffee. enjoy your breakfast and i hope you have a good day :)

p.s i'll be home early so don't wait up okay

love you ~"

you smiled and ate the food he made and finished the coffee. you planned to go shopping for clothes and groceries to make a delicious meal since he was gonna be home early. you got dressed and you grabbed your keys and left the apartment. you arrived at the store and picked out a simple yet sexy dress and a few undergarments since you needed new ones.

you paid for your items and headed to the grocery store. you picked up some meat and veggies and obviously wine. you planned to make steak with steam veggies and some side dishes. you got home and prep the food. making dinner took about 2 hours since you couldn't find a good recipe. when you finished cooking, mingi sent you a text

baby mingi: "hi babes, I'm on my way home and I have a surprise for you!! see you soon!!"

you quickly finished setting the table, cleaned up the mess, and went to get dress. you sprayed the perfume that he really likes and applied some lotion. you heard the door open as you finished looking at the mirror. 

"y/n?? I'm home!!" 

you got up and brushed yourself before walking out,

"baby, are you sleeping?? I got you a present and I hope you...like it...wow..."

mingi was breathless when he saw you walk out of the bedroom, you blushed at his stare and looked away. 

"whats the occasion? did I miss a special anniversary or something?" 

you looked at him and smiled softly,

"n-no...i wanted to do something special for you since you were constantly working so I just planned and made you a nice dinner...and besides you make me pancakes this morning before you left."

mingi walked towards you and kissed you. the kiss was passionate and warm. he cupped your face with his hands and backed away from the kiss and gave you a warm look. 

"you shouldn't have, having you welcoming me home after a long day is already enough for me.”

he kissed your forehead as you hugged him tightly. 

"shall we eat? i made you steak with steamed veggies and your fave side dishes.”

mingi nodded as he followed you,

"wahhh, you made all of this?! my y/n is truly the best!"

you both sat down as you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into his cup.

"lets eat!"

as you both were eating, mingi kept looking at you every 10 minutes causing you to blush. he smiled as he noticed you blushing

"why are you so perfect? my beautiful, smart and sexy wife did all this when she didn’t have to.”

"no i didn't even do much...i just wanted to do something nice for you..."

after dinner, you both enjoyed the wine and just talked, he told you about his day and you told him about yours. 

"ah before I forget, I got you a gift! hang on."

mingi got up from his seat and searched through his bag. he handed you a small black box, you opened it and saw that it was a gold necklace with your name. you loved the necklace and squealed in excitement.

"oh-!! it’s beautiful mingi!!"

you looked up at him and hugged him

"come here, let me put it on you."

he walked behind you and wrapped the necklace around your neck and clipped it on. the necklace laid perfectly on your neckline and shined beautifully. you were touched on a thoughtful gift. he always had a way to make your heart flutter and fall for him all over again.

"I wanted to buy you something since I haven't been home a lot and so I thought of l getting you a custom made necklace. it looks good on you.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss.

"I love it. thank you mingi."

you continued to kiss him as his hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer. the kiss became a hot make-out session. hot breaths and sloppy kisses were in between you two as he pulled away. 

"lets take this to the bedroom, shall we?..."

he asked as you nodded your answer, he picked you up and headed to the bedroom. he laid you down on the bed and began kissing your lips, neck, chest, and played with your boobs as his hands roamed underneath your dress up, touching you all over.

"mingi~"

you moaned out as he left light bite marks on your body. he took off your dress, only leaving you in your panties. mingi came closer and sucked on your neck some more while playing with your nipples, you softly moaned at him playing with your body.

he sat up, removing his buttoned-up shirt and pants. he kissed down your stomach towards your heat and removed your panties. you felt his hot breath over your core as you felt him teasing with your clit.

"ah~ min-mingi...don't play with me like that ah!-”

you suddenly felt him push in two fingers inside and began thrusting in. his long slender fingers were always able to reach certain spots that you couldn't reach when you did it yourself. 

"mingi please..."

he licked your clit while still fingering you, making you wet and more heated. he fastens his pace with his finger as you came. he pulled out and looked at his fingers that were coated with your cum and sucked on them.

"mhm you taste so sweet y/n."

he leaned in and kissed you making you taste yourself, and he was right. mingi removed his briefs and there sprung out his cock. you gulped at his size and always forget that he's huge. you sat up as he positioned in front of your face. you slowly took him in your mouth as you received low groans from him.

he loved the way you gave head, the way you moved your tongue skillfully and was surprised that you can take in so much of him at once. you deep throated him as he threw is head back, slightly thrusting in your mouth but not so hard. you let him go as there was a string of saliva connected from your mouth from his dick.

"lay down for me."

he said in a deep tone as he positioned himself in front of your slit. he rubbed his tip up against with your slit, up and down, making you more needy for him

"mingi pleas-AH!!"

mingi slowly thrusted in as you arched your back from the sudden feeling.

"fuck y/n your so damn tight."

he threw his head back as you tighten up more around him. 

"mhm, i even fingered you beforehand yet, you still tight as fuck damn.."

he thrusted all the way in as you gasped at how deep he was. he pulled out and entered again and again, watching you react to how he fucked you made him want to fuck you even harder. his thrust was slow but powerful.

"just look how deep I am inside you.."

he said as he pressed down your stomach to feel how far and deep he was. you gasped as he applied pressure onto your stomach. you felt him rearranging your guts inside even if he wasn't thrusting so hard. one last thrust made you moan out loudly as he smirked at your reaction.

"mingi!!"

he leaned in closer and kisses your neck,

"oh i’m not done yet baby.”

he smiled as he began to thrust in harder and faster. you both moaned out as the room filled with both of your moans. you wrapped your legs around his waist and left scratch marks on his back. his deep groans filled your ears as your soft moans filled his. 

"ah fuck fuck fuck mingi!! oh god yes!! right there!!"

you pulled him closer as you were at your peak. mingi sat up as he wrapped his hands around your waist for a better grip. he watched as he slid in and out of your core and grinned at the way your body moved. you grabbed the bedsheets and looked at him. his pace became faster than before as he left you breathless. he soon switched the position as he you were now on top.

"ride me"

two simple words made you move instantly. you slowly rode him as you gasped how deep he was inside. mingi grabbed your waist as he made you go faster. your high was coming back as he grunted out. 

"fuck yea just like that y/n, you ride me so fucking good." 

you looked down as your touched his chest and abs. you touch your stomach as you felt how deep he was and he wasn't kidding from before, you can really feel it. you leaned down and kissed his chest, leaving your bite marks on him but making them not as noticeable. 

you fasten your pace as you both were close. you screamed out his name as you came around his cock. you rode out your high as mingi also came. you pulled out as his cum dripped out of your slit. you soon laid next to him, cuddling each other. 

"babe..."

"yea? what is it?"

"I forgot to tell you earlier since you got carried away but...I'm off for the next couple of days."

you sat up and looked at him to see if he was joking,

"really?!"

he smiled at your reaction,

"mhm, and the whole office got a raise!!" 

you hugged him tightly as you were so excited to spend more time with him again. mingi hugged you back and embraced your warmth under the covers. you both soon drifted off to sleep.

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 38

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In the mansion that seems to lost its life, a steady footstep of someone who's trying to make sure to not wake anyone up gaze at sleepless figure that continue to sew even it's no longer daylight.

Not caring about he never taken a sleep or rest for months as he continues to sew while tears falling from his eyes.

"you should take a rest, mayochi." Niki commented as he place some midnight snack for the other to dig in to. To restore energy and vitality. "... I can't." The other cried. "Each seconds is important... "

"So are your health. " The other resorted. He sigh before he pulled the sewing kit and the doll that being made away, the other wanted to get it back but his too weak. Niki push the cake in front of him.

"Go eat before you sleep to rest up. Your not a doll anymore. Your human and humans tends to be weaker than dolls." He added as he watch mayoi takes a bit of the cake while tears falling from his eyes.

"It supposed to be birthday cake for rinnes younger brother since his birthday is a few days ago." He mumbles as he remembers that the birthday boy said he will only celebrate it once you return. His blue eyes gaze at the phantom. "Sometimes I wish I can loath you but I loath myself more than I do to you." With his words it felt like thrown in the others.

"Because I can't be you nor I wish to be you. I dont want to call you stupid for wanting them for yourself. Every dolls wish they are the only one cared and love by their owner." He take a bite of the cake as well as he felt stress out by all of this again.

"I... "The phantom wanted to say something but he slowly felt drowsy as if sleep is slowly taken control of him.

He stared at the person before him who's giving him a soft smile on his face. "Have a nice sleep, mayoichi." Niki tells him before he surrender and enter a dream world.

...

Niki put the cover over the sleeping phantom before standing up to clean the plates. "Is it interesting to watch someone again?" He don't even look up to realize it was Rinne who's spying on him earlier. Pretending to be asleep but was awake the whole time.

"You put sleeping pills in his food. What if you put too many huh~ ? Nothing good will happen if something bad fall upon him." The red haired chuckle as he approach him.

"even if I wanted to or not. I cannot do that. MC will be sad if they know." Niki mumbles with a soft chuckle. "They'll hate me. I don't want that." He can't even think of it. He wonders if being humans made him weak to the emotions of attachment he have with you.

"ahh..." The chief pause at his work as he think of something. "Hmm. I guess I care too much about them." He mumbles as he analyze his emotions. His mind is full of you and worries about you instead of the food he wish to eat. He want to eat new meals and cooked mean he prepared with you soon like last time.

"hmm..." He starts to humm as he decided and planned to do once your back.

"it seems shiina have a conclusion of your own." Himeru commented as he stood from the doorway.

"oh... is that you Himeru? Your awake too.." Niki was surprised at the other but smiles as he went to get some cake that's not spike with sleeping pills from the refrigerator to give the two.

"Do you want guys want to eat some cake with me? As we chat." He invited the two. Himeru give him an odd look before joining Rinne to seat around the table.

"Heyy..." From the doorway as the three was going to take a bite of their cake Kohaku who heard the noise from the kitchen approaches them. "It's already late at night what are you--"

"Come join us~" Niki chuckle as he pulled Kohaku to another set with them serving him, his own slice of cake. The pinky who's also getting hungry for abit of snack, comply.

They all look at one another through they all silently eating before Rinne poke some icing to Himeru face. "Ahaha~" he laughs, through his trying to break the heavy mode. "Shut it Amagi." Himeru mumble before Rinne proceed to put icing on Niki instead.

"Rinne!" The chief called out, Rinne is wasting food again! He was going to complain but war broke lost between them and now there's food everywhere.

Their face full of icing as they lay on the floor, not caring if it's dirty or not. They have smile on their faces before long the silence is broken. "Do you guys miss mc..." Niki began.

"Hmm... No." Rinne thought about it..that rascal that did nothing good for themselves unlike they do to others is gone for so long. "They'll come home when they are done with what they are doing."

"when is that..." Kohaku.

"who knows?" The leader of the batch can only laugh as the pinky glared at him.

...

-PAST: MC-

You stared at the reflection of yours in the water. You give a cheeky smile as you try to remove the heart paint that the lady of the house painted on you earlier.

"who are you..." You mumble confuse at your own reflection. You felt that's not how you look like before but so many things have happened. You felt so confuse each days, months and year goes by. A bit of yourself felt lost, almost as if your no longer you of before.

"the dollmaker." You heard someone spoke to you across from the river bank. You stared up and meet red orbs of a black cat. "MC." His eyes seems full of sadness as he look at you.

"Man I most be going crazy there's a talking cat now." You spoke out loud as you rub your eyes and still see the black cat.

"It's not a dream you silly." The black cat rolled his eyes at you. He was about to jump but you saw him limping and something red start to flow out of him causing him to slide on one of the rocks.

"Hey!" Your eyes widen in worry and before you know it you jump on the running water to rescue to talking cat. In the dark current of the water you reach out your hand to him and secure the kitty in your arms and forgetting to breath in your own as your too surprised but you made sure to have the kitty above water level and everything turns black when you hit your head on the big rock on the river.

'fuck...' you cannot help but want to scream why your luck is bloody as this. The last thing you remember is someone calling out for you.

#my darling dolls au #my darling dolls au main story #my darling dolls #enstar x reader #enstar

[scarlet-ancunin]

Thanksgiving With All Three Special~♡

Desire of the Endless

Thanksgiving with Desire will be funny because they can't really cook much.

More-or-less decent anything simple they can do which is why you found it funny seeing them in sitting as far away from the cooking as possible and simple enjoy watching you.

Of course thats when the holiday songs play to which they would hum alkng to or sometimes wrap their arms around you and sway you side to side with the music. You loved it really and always treasured these moments with them.

So what if they was the cruelest one out of their family. Desire was not like that with you and you loved them for that or rather was thankful for it.

Pulling out the main course from the oven made Desire whistle "looks better then what i would have done" you laugh and kissed their cheek.

"Hey don't sell yourself short love besides you made the salad." You tried not to laugh at them looking at you.

"I didn't do much its just a salad-" you silenced them with a kiss.

"Shh come love i want to spend the rest of today and the remaining of my life of earth being near the one i love"

Desire smiles and nods taking the main course and following you to your small dinning room.

Dr. Ian Wright

You walked around the kitchen preping everything admiring how Ian was cutting all the ingredients on the other side

Soft tunes playing on the radio and the smell of cooking was in the air and bringing the holidays more closer and together.

Thanksgiving with Ian Wright was a lovely thing they would help you cook and would even be your person Guinea pig taste tester when you wanted to try new things. Of course they would also be honest with you which you loved about them as well.

When you pulled the turkey out they grinned "my you really outdone yourself y/n" Ian complemented before trying to sneak a piece "heyy wait until we sit down haha"

You both laugh and Ian would grab the rest of the stuff to head to the dinning room smiling.

After placing the food down and setting up You and Ian share a little toast and shared a sweet kiss before digging in.

Gren - Cowboy Bebop

Gren came back home to see you in the kitchen doing something on the other side they can hear the knife tapping against the cutting board so they knew you was chopping something which meaned...

Thanksgiving with Gren was fruitful and always perfect but Gren was a helper when it came to...eating what you make beforehand.

Gren was the sneaky child that takes food without parents knowing and thats exactly what they was doing right now while you was not looking grabbing a small bowl and putting a little of everything you made before sneaking off quickly.

When you turned around you noticed some "evidence" that Gren was home. But how could you tell?

Well the little spilled food drops hear and there gave it away they would always smooth it out to make it look like they never touched it but oh you can certainly tell they did from the mess they forget to clean.

You smirk and had a little idea...

Once everything was set at the dinner table you saw gren come over and kisses you deeply which you accepted wholeheartedly. Once he sat beside you. You gave a little of the food to which they raised a brow.

"Love your joking right?" Gren said pouting cutely.

You smile at them "well you had your first half earlier when you was eating"

"Oh dammit i forgot to clean up the mess" they mumble to themselves.

"Come on it was a small bowl" they gave you the pouty lip now and you melted "fine. Fine" you served them a whole plate and they chuckle.

While they was eating Gren spoke up "actually it was a rather large bowl so this is my second meal-"

"GREN!?"

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Okay this is a little surprise and i will not be posting until maybe Sunday cause i really do need a break but i got this idea and wanted to share it hehe love you all happy Thanksgiving i am truely grateful to have you all as my supporters and friends.

Also on a side note this is how the "maybe you want all three" will appear now cause tbh its easier for me oddly

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[koukamisstuff]

Taste of Love

Chapter Thirteen - A Moment

Y/N arrived at the set time for their meeting. Since the sudden promotional announcement coming out she didn't want to waste any time. The first thing she had Osamu do was pick at least 8 of his onigiri to make for tonight and then lay out the ingredients he used. Osamu saw how serious she was and followed her instructions, heading into his kitchen he went to work and made some of the main and popular flavored onigiri he sells.

They're time together went fairly well and professional. Until a slight slip up occured between them, revealing a mutual misunderstanding but also a brothers terrible timing.

****30 minutes earlier at Onigiri Miya****

"So I didn't want to ask before but why did you want me to make these many different types of onigiri and lay out their ingredients? Shouldn't we be taking about ideas for my event?" Osamu said as he finished making the last onigiri.

"I told you, the first thing to a promotional event is figuring out what product you want to promote, not what strategy you'd do to promote the product." Y/N said as she took pictures of his food.

"I've tried your food, but I need to sit down and try the recipes for Onigiri Miya with my complete focus here. Now that you've made them, I can assess your food properly so we can talk about which one might benefit more for your promotion."

Osamu looked over his counter and watched as Y/N picked up his onigiri starting her observation process. "Is your inner critic gonna come out?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Now might be the time you hold your breath Miya-san."

Y/N started quietly trying his food and taking notes down. Osamu didn't think he would get nervous but to his surprise he was nervous to hear what she'd say. To calm his nerves he decided to work on his prep work for tomorrow. Y/N looked back at him and chuckled at how he handled stress.

After about 10 minutes Y/N finally tired the last onigiri, she closed her notebook and turned back to Osamu.

"You're really an amazing cook." She complimented.

"Thanks. I have come really far compared to meals I use to cook in the beginning."

"I can tell which one had your friend's rice and which one didn't. Did you do that to throw me off?"

Osamu laughed, "I wanted to show that the taste of rice does matter and that with certain onigiri Kita's rice works best to bring out the flavors."

"Well you've proved it to me once again. But this one with bonito flakes has a taste I'm not too familiar with. I'm looking at your ingredients but I can't figure out what's different..." Y/N said lifting up the onigiri she was curious about.

Osamu seemed confused as well, did he possible make a mistake somewhere?

"Was it a bad taste? Can I try it?"

"It wasn't bad just a slight taste seemed different then the one I tried last time." Y/N nodded as she lifted the plate to him. Osamu didn't reach for it and just looked at her, "Here?"

"Y/N could you possibly feed it to me? My hands are occupied right now." He asked, Y/N looked at how he was currently working on a sauce mixture.

Y/N naturally reacted as she picked it up with chopsticks to hold it out for Osamu to eat. As he went forward to eat it, Y/N quickly pulled it away from his mouth... realizing how inappropriate this action looked.

"Y/N are you seriously playing with food?" Osamu was baffled by her action as he wasn't expecting it but also because he had an unspoken golden rule that you should never play with food.

"I'm sorry. But I just realized this is completely inappropriate..."

"Ohh... I didn't mean to offend you. My hands were just occupied and it doesn't mean anything... We're like colleagues."

"Not that exactly but its inappropriate to your fiancee... If she found out I fed you in such a way it hurt her feelings." Y/N confessed and she wasn't even sure why she did.

"Huh?"

"AND YOU SHOULDN'T JUST REACT IN THAT WAY EITHER! YOU SHOULD REJECT ACTIONS LIKE THAT!" Y/N scolded Osamu but did she have a right too. She knew it wasn't her place to wonder about his relationship with someone else but at the same time this bothered her so much she couldn't sleep well. She remembered her interview with him and a part of her felt that with one question, he could have been talking about her. But if he had a fiancee it only made sense that she was the one he was thinking about.

Why would he even think of a girl he already rejected?

"Fiancee? What are you talking ab---" He stopped himself and remembered Rei's visit. "Y/N wait! Rei isn't my fiancee!" He blutered out.

"Huh?"

"Have you been assuming this entire time the girl you met that day... Was my girlfriend?" Osamu asked with such serious eyes.

"Was she not?" Y/N asked.

"Noooo! In fact I'd appreciate if you didn't make that comment in front of Tsumu. He'd get a good punch in on me."

"But isn't she the person you asked to have present for our meeting? She seems very important."

"She's basically my sister in law but she's not the one coming to our meeting. My friend Yuna helps with my event planning so I asked her to come."

Y/N covered her face embarrassed by her sudden outburst as well as how terrible she read that situation. "I'm sorry Miya-san, I crossed a professional boundary by asking that."

Osamu laughed as he couldn't help but imagine how she looked like thinking about his relationship this entire time, although he wasn't any different.

"If I cross one as well, can we call it even?"

Y/N looked back at him, "Are you in a relationship with anyone?"

"Miya-san that's not ap---"

Osamu cut Y/N off, "Appropriate... Yeah that's why I said we'd be even."

".... No, I'm not." After hearing her answer, Osamu wasn't curious anymore to ask who picked her up. He was content knowing she was single and that was enough.

"Well clearing the air between that, how about we get back to work. I'll still need your help though." Osamu asked as his hands were still not free.

"Just this once." Y/N said as she picked up the onigiri again and guided it towards his mouth.

Osamu smiled as he opened his mouth as Y/N was about to feed him. But sadly before he could try it, his front door burst open with a loud voice filling the quiet atmosphere they had.

"IM HOME MY LOVELY BRO BRO!!!!!" Atsumu yelled out, slamming open the restaurant doors and popping confetti, "IM HUNGRY LETS EA---"

***Flashback to when Osamu saw Y/N get picked up by Kuroo***

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Author's Note - Hi loves, I hope you enjoy this upate, sorry its so late. I'm trying to get chapters out as soon as possible, just been busy with work. Thank you for your patience and support, they give me so much joy! Have a wonderful day/night!

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[weeping-vintage-toes]

I vent way too much on here. Like, I'm sorry, I just need an outlet :,) So I'm venting again - and it's kinda intense. You don't even need to read this.

(Tw: SH & Suicide)

I said in an earlier post that my depression was getting bad again (which is cringe /j). I didn't think it would ever be this bad, though. I am taking care of 2 kids as well as a house cause my mom keeps making excuses on why she's not here. The kids have missed about 2 months of school. It got so bad that the police showed up.

I honestly feel like a failure to my kids. My older brother is a big help, but he's graduating this year. Then, he's moving out right after cause he doesn't wanna be stuck in this shit hole of a home. Can't say I blame him. But that means I'm gonna be stuck here with 2 kids and a house to take care of without a mother figure.

I am failing all except 2 of my classes and can't take care of anyone, not even myself. I can barely even get the energy to wash my face. It's gotten to the point where I only take 1-2 showers a week, when I usually take one every 2-3 days.

I can't cook for shit and the dishes are used up as soon as I wash them. We barely have actual meals cause my mom basically stopped going shopping. She just buys sodas and snacks from the dollar store every week.

I feel like shit all the time, but I can't stop cleaning or doing something around the house cause of how quickly things pile up.

I live with my brother (17), sister (7), cousin (10 m), and mom (if she even counts anymore), and now apparently my aunt is moving in too. I live in a 2 bed 1 bath. There is no room for someone else. I already slept in my moms room with my little sister. (And mom if she's home)

My house is such a shit hole. So, I don't wanna stay there but school is stressful and I cry almost every day there. So, there's literally no escaping my stress and anxiety.

I try and make jokes at school to get away from it all. But it's getting harder and harder to try and keep everything bottled in. I joke about killing myself and shit but sometimes, it genuinely crosses my mind. I would never do it, and those thoughts scare me.

I used to SH about a year ago. It's not some I'm proud of, but it's true. I would like to say I'm clean now, and thankfully, my recovery process was quick. But sometimes I'll catch myself thinking about it. It scares me, but it's happening quite often nowadays.

I have a lot of shit on my plate, and somehow, I'm still supposed to have good grades and stable mental health. My own mother said that I'm definitely not mentally ill. She barely knows who I am anymore.

I'm just so tired. But that doesn't mean I don't have good things in my life. I am so grateful for the two best friends I think I've ever had. They get me through the day, and I love them more than they know. I wish I could let them know just how much I care about them and how much they have impacted my life since I've met them.

I've known one of them for just 2 years, and I only started talking to my boyfriend at the beginning of school. But it feels like I've known them forever. I hope they know how much they really mean to me.

Anyways, sorry for the rant, I've just had those thoughts bottled up for a while and needed to get them out of my system. I've come to find that just talking about my feelings through text is really therapeutic. So that's probably why I talk about my problems so much on here. And it's not like people see these anyways, so it's kinda like my own personal diary that only one other person sees.

So, again, sorry for the long ass rant. I hope you have a lovely night or day. Mwah <3 gn lovelies.

#I tottaly started crying when talking about my friends and how much I love them #I'll keep them all to myself #away from harm #and furries /j #I'll keep them in jars on my shelf

[twinfoxtails]

Oh would you look at that! It's Eiki and she's got something.

"Eri. Those lessons you gave me have been helping, so. I wanted to try preparing a meal of my own for someone I really care about."

Which is why she'd holding out a try of tempura sashimi and miso soup. It's really rather mediocre in quality but it's made with love so that's what matters. Though once she hands him the plate, her tone becomes much more somber.

"I am sorry if what I said earlier upset you or made you uncomfortable. I didn't think through my words. I was only trying to say that if you didn't feel beautiful within your own body, that you should. I'm happy to be with you no matter what body you should take but ... this stuff is very new to me so I'm not quite sure what to say to express myself.

I know that gifts and words aren't going to undo the hurt that I caused you, but I hope you'll give me the opportunity to continue making things up to you. One step at a time."

"Oh, umm... thank you, Miss Eiki."

And it pretty much just stopped there, really. Eri's just pretty much looking at the food silently, with lots of thoughts in his head.

Really, first Satori, then Eiki... Who knows just how many others? He always thought that impressing people by his shapeshifting is his biggest strength, but if even Eiki, who once talked about it so highly about it, is even finding it somewhat weird, and the boy has spent months to years perfecting it...

... What does he have left in the end?

But... it is true that he is a little bit self-conscious about his body, but being called weird by someone he used to think really liked watching him do so was...

...

Well, at least Eiki can't read minds. He's going to take a bite out of the sashimi, and... Definitely mediocre and maybe a little bit too much seasoning and the cuts are uneven but... this is fine, right? Especially how difficult sashimi is to get in Gensokyo, even more so for Chireiden.

"I... It's fine, Miss Eiki. Thank you very much for cooking, and I'm glad we're still friends. Do you mind if we share this? I don't think I can eat them all, ahaha-... But either way, please don't worry about it, okay? I know you don't mean any harm with it, it just means that if shapeshifting into you is something which weirds you out now, I have to think of other ways to make your day in private."

He's a bit down, but Eri's a bit better now. Just alot to think about, especially since the only thing in his kitsune skillset he's so proud of is pretty much... shot down.

#YAY RELATIONSHIP ANGST :DDD

[yanderemommabean]

Hey so i have a few scenarios that i really want to visualize/feel immersed in but i just can't picture all the sensory details (idk it might help if you pick one and expand upon it if you're feeling cool with that? No pressure tho i luv you):

Okay so imagine in an abo setting, there's a yandere alpha (you can picture anyone from any fandom or whatever oc you see fit here) that is pretty respectful/patient/tolerant of their darling omega for the most part, but there are a few exceptions where they truly let themselves go feral, such as

-grooming: the yandere wants to brush their hair, teeth, wash their face, shower/bathe with them just to be sure they're 100% clean and healthy. Bonus if they have baths for fun but darling hates it so they gotta chase or pounce on their omega in order to force a cleaning session. I think it could also be real cute if, when laying with their darling during a forced cuddle session, they start absentmindedly licking their darling like a cat- and it turns into a whole super serious cleaning session where they just *have* to be certain that darling is clean and safe

-feeding: the inherent provider part of this yandere tells them to not only cook meals that are healthy and filling for their darling, but to not eat until darling 100% clears their plate. Doesn't matter if darling is feeling sick or is just not hungry that time bc they were snacking earlier; the yandere gets grumpy as fuck and either intimidates them into finishing their meal, or ties them down and forces them too -though often in an infantilizing way moreso than a brutal one (like they'll try those "here comes the airplane" tricks you do with babies instead of forcing darling's mouth open). If darling vomits from being over-fed, then clearly the yandere reasons that they are failing as a provider, and they let darling rest while they cook a new meal to shove at them.

-protection: their darling/omega HAS to stay inside of their home, at all times, strictly to keep them safe. It would be even better if the omega nested/stayed in one room most of the time ,(or, in the yandere's mind, it would be best if darling were in bed all the time, all safe and sound, and cozy in a place where they can rest comfily) but until then the yandere tries to subtley manipulate them into doing that

(Sorry this is long, but i feel like i can sometimes come up with yandere scenarios on a logical level, but when it comes to fleshing out the sensory/imaginative details, i struggle to keep the immersion going. But it's really easy for me to get lost in your scenarios when you write so i just wanna see what you would choose to expand on, if that makes any sense?)

I really like the idea of manipulating the darling into making a nest! I mean in the eyes of the yandere there’s nothing wrong with wanting their beloved safe and sound!

So they start making subtle hints here and there. “Saw on the news about another omega being killed. Sad huh?” Or “The work world is so violent and tiring. Almost like they don’t want you there because you’re an omega”

Soon they start to bulk up the manipulation. Making claims that are just scary enough to get you thinking but not enough for you to call bullshit. “One of these days a rogue alpha might hurt you. Being home or around me is the only safe bet you have in terms of defense”.

Sooner or later the darling might just crack. Make a nest and be a good stay at home spouse. However if push comes to shove, the Alpha is prepared to stage a few incidents and give his cute strong headed mate a good scare.

Now imagine their rage and worry if the omega came home from work smelling like another alpha.

At that point? Well it’s just for safety that the omega is scented and locked into the master bedroom, surrounded by soft clothes and other items that smell of the Alpha. And it’s also just for their safety that they called their work place and said the omega is no longer an employee.

Any good mate would do that! Especially if their omega was being approached by a weak pathetic excuse for a human. What? They aren’t jealous! Shut up they’re just protective!

Cue the alpha having a pout with their arms crossed when the omega points it out.

-Mommabean

#anon confessions are amazing #yandere alpha #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #abo dynamics #Mommabean #a/b/o mention

[ncityrave]

Playing God: Chapter 5

Pairing: Vampire!Lee Jeno x Archaeologist!Reader Genre: Vampire!AU, Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Slow Burn, Humor, Angst. Rating: M Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark magic, blood, monsters. Profanity.

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A/N: FINALLY!! I am back hehe 😌 also so sorry for being MIA :')) i present this chapter as a peace offering hehe 🕊 and possibly chapter 6 next week wheeeee~!

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Jungwoo was in-charge of dinner duty that night. Not that you were complaining. It definitely eased some of your worries, especially when Ryujin and Minghao nearly burnt the kitchen down last week.

It was a simple space: plain white-tiled floors, wooden panels on the walls, with a marble countertop island separating the dining table from the cooking area. But in that small space, everyone was organized and tidy, in an unconscious type of way. The kind of way you would expect from people who’d worked together multiple times before.

Seungcheol helped Jungwoo by the stove, you and Sooyoung were cutting up the vegetables, Ryujin and Minghao set up the table (after the last week, everyone just agreed never to let them near an open fire). Lee stood back, fearing his addition to whatever system everyone was running on would disrupt the workflow.

Soon enough, the food was laid neatly across the table and everyone found their place. The sound of silverware colliding with ceramic plates rang in the air, conversation scarce. Lee sat across from you, mindlessly pushing at his meal, not noticing your gaze. Earlier that day, you thought following him would grant you the answers he’d been hiding, but it only gave you so many more questions. It was clear those markings meant something, but you were hesitant to admit that he knew what exactly.

Seungcheol was the first to break the silence, nudging Lee who sat beside him. “How long have you been working under the Courts?”

You laughed to yourself. Typical of him to be so hospitable. The table went silent, awaiting Lee’s reply, all eyes zoned onto him.

“Well, um…” It was his turn to laugh. It was awkward, very unlike his default stone-cold facade. “I’m well acquainted with its judges. I also have many acquaintances from the Charter.”

The Elderly Charter was their main governing body and kept all the checks and balances in place. Representatives from the different Orders had a place in the Charter, though some yielded more power than others.

“What’s it like?” Ryujin asked excitedly. “I’ve never met anyone from your realm before.”

“It's robust. Can't be any different from your world with different cultures and different races.”

“Is it true everyone the Courts send are immortal?”

Lee nodded, setting down his utensils. “There is some truth. Many in my realm boast such abilities, such as myself. But not everyone needs to be immortal to take on the job.” He brought a hand to push back his hair. “I don’t usually use the term immortal. I can easily be killed if you know the right tricks to do the job, so I’m as much vulnerable to death as the next person. Although, I can’t say being immortal yet looking this young doesn’t have its own perks.”

“And what are these perks?” You found yourself asking. His mischievous eyes turned to you for the first time since being with him in the castle.

“I’m sure your mind is fully capable of reading between the lines,” he said with a playful smirk. It made your ears heat up and you tugged on your shirt uncomfortably.

“How long are you staying here?” Sooyoung asked.

Lee turned to her. “As soon as I’ve gathered all that I need, I will eventually report back to the Courts.”

“And what do you need, exactly?” Minghao said.

It seemed as if the Courts didn’t just train their people to fight and police their realm. The same look Lee had given you the many instances you had asked the same question was now on his face once more. Calm, collected, and stoic—but not in a way that would throw someone off. No, it was meant to tell someone to trust him. He put it on as if it was armor, as if he’d been trained to do so.

“Sadly, I cannot disclose that.” Minghao was certainly more patient than you, offering him only a nod before going back to his meal.

“Do you have any siblings, Mr. Lee?” Jungwoo asked.

A warm look spread across his angular face, lighting up his eyes and soft smile. It was akin to watching the sun’s first rays reflecting off the dark blue sea, bringing light where darkness had once prevailed.

“I do, I have six brothers I am very close with.”

“Six? I have a lot of respect for your parents. I don’t know if I can handle seven sons,” Jungwoo joked. The look that had once graced Lee’s face disappeared, replaced by something somber.

“When you’ve known them as long as I have, you tend to forego childish tendencies and trust them with your heart.”

“I wish I liked my brother as much as you do,” Ryujin mumbled through a mouthful of kimchi stew.

“Trust me, it didn’t happen overnight. There are still many times I would love nothing more than to dunk their heads in an icy bath just to force reason into them.”

“Do you have a lover?” Sooyoung asked, in a voice that told you she was ready to gossip. Your back straightened up, and you tried your best to pretend you weren’t interested in the conversation at all.

Lee brought his water up to his lips and your eyes struggled to peel away from the sight of his red lips. “I am but an old, lonely man.”

That time, you couldn’t help the light laugh that pushed out of you. He looked at you from over the rim of his glass. “I wonder why,” you mumbled. Sooyoung smacked your shoulder.

Before he could bite back at you with an equally immature remark, Ryujin spoke up. “Ever?”

He paused momentarily. The way his eyes wavered told you this wasn’t a topic that he wanted to talk about in front of strangers. Still, he entertained the question. “There was one. But it was a lifetime ago and she’s passed.”

Ryujin gasped, face riddled with guilt. “I’m so sorry for bringing it up.”

Lee waved her off nonchalantly. So smooth, so collected, so stoic. You wondered how many years it took for him to reach a point where he was willing to act like all was right. Because the voice could lie, but never the eyes.

“It’s all right.”

“Your brothers. Are they part of the Courts as well?” Seungcheol asked, wanting to shift the discussion. You noticed everyone else’s plate was empty except for yours and you leaned forward to finish the meal.

“No, I’ve made it clear I don’t want them involved in anything dangerous.”

“How dangerous are we talking?” Jungwoo asked.

“Werewolves sneaking into homes and ripping peoples’ heads off,” Minghao joked, poking a tense Ryujin whose face had twisted.

Lee laughed, shaking his head. “Werewolves are the least of your worries, believe me. When you live with so many species with varying needs and wants, you learn to be patient. Most of us have tasted the afterlife right at the tips of our tongues, so you can expect some of us to be prudent with the battles we choose to involve ourselves in.”

“And what battle do you choose to fight in?” It was the first time you’d spoken outwardly and seriously. All eyes went to you.

Again, his face hardened. But something told you that whatever anger or remorse he was feeling wasn’t meant for you. “The ones that are worth risking my life for.”

You let out a satisfied hum, bringing a spoonful of food to your mouth. “Very heroic of you.” Sooyoung glanced towards you, warning.

“It is my mandate under the Treaty,” he said.

“Were you there when it was signed?” you asked. Lee neatly laid his utensils on the table, dusting off his dress shirt.

“I wasn’t there for the signing, but I was updated throughout its drafting process.” Lee looked toward you, eyes clouded with what looked like confusion.

As a scholar, the Treaty was just one of those things that piqued your interest. It was a product of war and just like every other product of war, it repaid bloodshed and death with more bloodshed and death. It required their realm to pay for reparations and though they did so religiously, it was at the expense of others. Lower-level witches, fairies, and mages suffered greatly since they were taxed the most. For what reason? You could only assume.

“And what are your thoughts on the recent demands for reform?” Sooyoung pinched your thigh, and you pushed her hand off.

News had broken out about their Lower Order representatives coming forward with wishes to uplift and diversify their economy so everyone could benefit from their trade and commerce. It was through this that they hoped they would bring balance to the great monetary losses from the disproportionate taxation system.

For some reason, the Elderly Charter shunned the petitions. Since then, there had been tensions rising among the ranks and orders. Perhaps it wasn’t your place as a human and maybe there were many questions left to be brought up about how your own governments ran cities and countries. But after the reparations had been paid off, it seemed everything went back to normal for their Higher Order and only their Higher Order.

“Are you seeking a specific answer?” he asked, his nose twitching. It was barely noticeable. Something, you guessed, only you had noticed.

“Only your honest opinion.”

“My honest opinion and expected perception would be to trust the Charter with their decisions.”

The room had gone quiet, only your two voices still present and lively. Seungcheol and Sooyoung were exchanging glances, trying to figure out how to put an end to the conversation. Jungwoo, Minghao, and Ryujin didn’t seem so fazed, entertained by your sudden burst of energy.

You scoffed. “I mean, look, it’s obvious there are things going on in your realm we can’t understand completely, but we do understand when things need to change. When people demand, there is a reason behind it.”

“Do you know why most of us from the Courts and Charter are immortal, young one?” said Lee, rolling up his sleeves. Seungcheol shot you a look as if to tell you to behave. You hadn’t noticed the way your jaw was clenched, like a bear trap refusing to open. It hurt and you forced yourself to relax.

“You tell me,” you said.

“Humans may not appreciate monotony. Most of you believe it’s the bane of your existence, but trust me when I say this: there is nothing harder to achieve than continuity. We have to take a longer look into things; not 50 or 60 years from now, but thousands to come,” he lectured.

“At the expense of others being left behind?” you challenged.

“It is absolute gains or relative gains. You tip the balance, you risk a loss that could set you back farther than from where you started.”

Sooyoung’s hand was in yours. You didn’t even notice it until she’d squeezed your palm. You wondered if it was wrong to feel irrationally angry at Lee. “That’s all their people are to the Charter? Spawns to keep themselves going?”

“It is the order of things.”

No, you thought. The order of things shouldn’t force lower witches into poverty. The order of things shouldn’t be fairies seeking refuge in human shelters, hiding their identities to escape the sanctions of the Treaty. You’d spent years studying their world, so it was only a matter of time before your heart followed your mind. Their social order was a funambulist walking along a tightly stretched rope. How could Lee not see that?

“Wow! Won’t you look at the time. Guys, we really should be cleaning up,” Sooyoung said, rising from her seat. It was as if a heavy veil had been lifted off the room, allowing delicate air to rush in and calm you. You shook your head, getting up from your seat to help Sooyoung with the dishes. Lee had already disappeared.

“You didn't have to ask him those questions,” Sooyoung scolded.

You stayed silent, dunking the plate into the soapy water and angrily scrubbing at the oil. You knew she was right, but you would go to hell and back before admitting that. Stubbornly, you turned your shoulder away from Sooyoung, attempting to end the conversation right then and there.

This time, Seungcheol met your flustered face, his eyes pointed and serious. “Sooyoung’s right. Plus, you guys have been all Cold War on us since this morning. When are you planning on fixing that?”

Turning towards the incredibly not judgemental and accusatory wall, you remained quiet. Whenever your father argued with you, you liked to sit in silence and let the rage dissipate before saying things you couldn't take back. It had become a habit eventually, but this time you weren't angry at Sooyoung or Seungcheol. You weren't even angry at Lee. You were angry at yourself.

Admittedly, you could've handled the situation in a more civilized manner. Perhaps even made friends with the strange man despite his clear dislike for even being there. You'd let your emotions run its course unchecked, ruining the near-perfect dinner on the way. Now, you need to apologize. God knows how much longer you'd have to work with him and if he was the key to figuring out what those markings were, he was better your friend than enemy.

Seungcheol waved his hand in your face, bringing your attention back to him. “Doc, you can't stare at a wall and expect us to call it a day.”

You lightly shoved his hand away. “Fine, I'll talk to him. Happy?” There was annoyance in your voice, more for yourself than anyone else. You hoped it didn't come off too forthcoming. Seungcheol and Sooyoung looked at each other, seemingly perfectly pleased it didn't take more than a few sentences to get to you.

“Why don't you cool down first?” Sooyoung said, grabbing the plate you were holding with a vice-like grip. “And leave this here, we don't want you throwing the chinaware.”

A few minutes passed and Sooyoung finally shoved you out of the kitchen, and towards Lee’s room. The inside of the cabin was serene, not a rowdy Minghao or grumpy Jungwoo in sight. Although, you wished they'd appear at any time and give you some excuse to save the apologizing to Lee for later. Unfortunately, neither of them come and rescue you, your body a few feet away from his room, a sliver of light peeking through from the crack underneath the door and into the hallway.

“How do I start this?” you asked yourself, fumbling with your hands. “‘I am sorry’,” you tried on your tongue. It sounded robotic, like a vending machine greeting a customer. You grimaced, tugging at the end of your sweater. “Just say it naturally, you idiot.”

You took a step forward. Then another. Then ten steps, until you were right in front of his door. Gulping, you force your hands off the stretched material of your sweater and ball one into a fist, ready to knock.

“Dominic Lee,” you started, rehearsing what you had in your head out loud. “I'm really sorry—”

“Chenle, I've seen the markings.”

Your body turned to ice, heart plummeting to the depths of your stomach.

“There’s more than your intel initially thought–and they're fresh.”

It was wrong. It was so wrong to be eavesdropping on people. But you couldn't help it. Mind taking over, erasing all sense of reason. Without even realizing it, you'd inched closer to the door, ears pressing against the cool wood.

“No, we can't tell the Charter yet. I want to make sure—yes, I will make sure. You know how this would look to humans, we can't risk it.”

Humans? The Charter? No one said anything about the Elderly Charter being directly involved in this. They refrained themselves from influencing the workings of the Courts. The Courts and Charter only collaborated when they knew their individual powers alone couldn’t handle a looming predicament. You gulped, hands trembling by your side and you quickly brought them up to tug at your sleeves. You pressed yourself flush against the door, ears straining to catch onto their conversation. The other side of the door was quiet, perhaps the call had ended.

You shifted on your toes and the series of events that followed nearly happened all at once—Lee’s footsteps approaching, the knob by your hand rattling, the door opening swiftly enough to have you falling forward with his arms looped around you. You didn't even realize your eyes were screwed shut, not until you registered the cheek that was pressed against his shoulder as he stood you back up to your feet.

He cleared his throat and you stepped away from him like he'd just burnt you. “What were you doing?” he asked, voice breathy.

“I was just—I wanted to—”

“Spy on me?”

“No!” you protested. Your heart raced in your chest, pounding in your ears. “Look, I just wanted to apologize!”

“Usually when someone wants to apologize, screaming at the person they're apologizing to is a route they shouldn't be taking.”

You wanted to rip your hair out. Every single strand out of your scalp and maybe that would be enough to calm your senses. “God, you're insufferable.”

“You didn't answer my question: what were you doing?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Hey,” you started, shoving a finger against his shoulder. “You're the one who needs to do the talking. What does the Charter want with those marki—”

Dominic was swift with his movements: tugging you by your sweater and into his room before slamming the door shut and thrusting you flat against the wood, keeping you inside with a sharp click of the lock. He moved down, dangerously close to the hollow by your nape. His hair brushed the shell of your ear, sending tingles down your arm.

“Do not mention the Charter, the others will hear.” You pushed him off, taking a deep breath with him feet away from you. He circled the room, taking off his watch and gently setting it down by his table.

“Lee,” you said slowly, “why are you here?”

“You’d like to know?” he replied. His expression as he walked over to his bed was void of any emotion.

“What does the Charter want with those markings? What aren't you telling me? And don't give me that ‘I can't tell you’ bullshit. We are way past that now.”

Lee sat down by the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his thighs as he stared off, contemplating over how he could explain it to you. From the other side of the door, you heard Sooyoung’s laughter ring through the hall and you curse her and Seungcheol for putting you in this position. Lee continued to stay silent, playing with his sleeves as if you weren't there, waiting for his answer. You turned to leave, a hand reaching out to unlock the door.

“Look, if you're not gonna talk—”

“Are you going to let me speak or will you just talk over me like you usually do?” he said, looking up at you. “Sit.”

Dubiously, you moved forward, finding your place beside him with a good five inches distancing yourself from Lee. His eyes, a ring of brown you noticed earlier reflected amber in the sunlight, darkened like a cloud grazing the sky. You spotted a pink cloth tumbling against his fingertips, and caught the delicately embroidered J&J in black thread.

“Who are J and J?” you asked aloud. He looked at you briefly before pocketing the handkerchief, hiding it away from your curious eyes.

“I assume you’ve heard a lot from the phone call I just had,” he said. “Firstly, it’s quite rude to listen in on people without their knowledge—”

“I told you, I was going to apologize.”

“Apologize for what? As far as I’m concerned, there are: refusing to cooperate, following me into the castle, what happened at dinner, and now eavesdropping on me,” he listed off. “So, if you want to apologize, you have to be more specific.”

You darted your gaze toward Lee. Your hands itched to reach forward and shake some sense into him, but you resisted and took a big, deep breath. Lee lifted his eyebrows and from the tug of his lips, you could tell he was having too much fun riling you up.

“You know what?” you said, forcing a smile to your face. “Let’s save that for later. The Charter. What do they want with the markings?”

Lee’s eyes fluttered close as if he wanted time to think over how he’d answer your question. “When one of my brothers found out they had been appearing, he immediately told us so we could make sure it wasn’t anything serious. You know about Carmilla, so extra precautions when it comes to these things is much better than no precaution at all.”

The mere mention of Carmilla’s name made a rush of cold pass over you. It was both amazing and absolutely terrifying how the name of someone long gone could cause fear to bubble in your blood. “What does he suspect?”

Lee passed a hand over his face, the faint light from his bedside table lamp casting shadows over his arms painted with outlines of veins and tendons that flexed with his movements. When he looked back at you, you averted your gaze to the floor. “He isn’t sure yet. We all aren’t.”

“So, you’re telling me we have super suspicious carvings in a super dangerous dead vampire’s castle and you just planned on keeping that from us?”

“When you put it that way, it makes it sound like I'm in the wrong,” he said, getting up from his seat.

“There is literally no other way to put it,” you replied, looking up at him incredulously. He glanced at you, almost like he wanted to shove you out of his room.

“Listen, as far as you’re concerned, no one is in danger. This is an ongoing investigation and as long as I’m here, you’re all safe. People from our realm are smart enough not to intervene in the Charter’s business.”

The Elderly Charter. The same Charter you just argued with Lee about over their inability to lead their people. “That makes me feel so safe.”

“Can you leave your sarcasm out of the conversation for once?” he sneered.

You got up, crossing your arms over your chest and looked up at him through your lashes. Lee was tall. Tall enough to tower over you and see right over your head. You wondered if he used his height to intimidate people who went against him, because he looked to be doing just that with you at the moment.

“I'm helping you figure out what those carvings are whether you like it or not,” you said with finality.

He scoffed. “What makes you think I'd allow it?”

“The sooner we find out what they mean, the sooner we don't ever have to see each other again.” Lee paused, considering your proposition. You knew you were right: you both wanted the same thing. He needed to figure out what those carvings meant for the Elderly Charter. You needed to figure out what those carvings meant for your dad. Obviously, bickering about it wasn't doing you both any good. It was win-win on both sides. The biggest win would have to be parting ways with him for good.

You could never admit it out loud, but working on Carmilla’s castle was the one thing your father never got to do, and if completing it for him would bring you any type of comfort or peace, you were willing to do it. Besides, he wasn't the only one in the family overly interested in vampire history and it’s not like you didn’t have a patron waiting on your reports of the site.

“If we get into any type of trouble that compromises this investigation, I'll have you know that I won't hesitate to drop you,” Lee said begrudgingly.

God, did he know how to drive you up the wall. Leave it to this man to be incredibly candid about abandoning you.

“Same for you,” you said, sticking your hand out. Lee hesitantly clasped your hand, the callousness of his fingers rough against your palm. “This is all strictly business.”

When your father passed, the only inheritance he left for you was a chest filled with his belongings. Mostly an expansive collection of diaries filled with entries since the day he started his work. He was the type of person to document everything and you have very vivid memories of your mother joking about how a good chunk of his salary went to buying notebooks, while the rest went to buying you history books. He wrote day and night, never missing a day. It was a humble and uncommon legacy for him to leave, but you knew it meant the world to him.

Before traveling to Austria, you packed a few of his moleskin journals with you. He wrote extensively about the Council of Sisters and you hoped any of his entries would help with the project. Turns out, your intuition couldn't have been any more correct and what you cashed out for extra baggage weight was worth the trouble.

“God, there has to be something in here,” you grumbled, aggressively flipping through the pages on the floor of your bedroom. Lee comfortably lounged on your bed, turning pages with half the determination you had. “If you read a little faster, that would be great.”

“And potentially miss information?” he said under his breath. “Whose are these anyway?”

The question caught you off guard and for a moment you paused, your fingertips lingering on a foxed page. “My dad’s. He gave them to me.”

“He's quite the writer.”

“Yeah, he's that type of person. I'm sure he's written something that could help us with those carvings.”

“It always baffles me how much a person can write. I'm surprised he doesn't have carpal tunnel,” he said jokingly. “You should tell your father to use those diary applications on the phone instead. My brother tells me they're very useful.”

“That won't be necessary,” you replied awkwardly.

Lee stopped reading to look at you. “How come? You’d be doing him a great favor.”

“He's dead.”

Lee blinked down at you. “I am terribly sorry for your loss.”

“No. No, it's okay. It was a long time ago.” You looked at him, smiling at his horrified expression. “No use crying over spilled milk.”

He tilted his head, resting his forehead on your bed frame. “You humans have such strange idioms. Even stranger feelings.”

“Come on, it's not like you don't feel emotions for your family,” you joked. You grabbed the water bottle by your thigh and took a gulp before flicking the bottle cap towards him.

Lee batted the cap away, cocking his head towards you. You found it hard to believe he was centuries old as he stared at you with messy hair and his dress shirt two buttons loose. He looked so much like your age: the youth in his cheeks, the gentle curve of his Cupid’s bow. But the crease between his eyebrows told a different story, as if there was a permanent dip from all the thinking he’d done in his many lifetimes. It wasn't everyday you meet an immortal so you wanted to ask him all about his life, but the question died in your throat as soon as you felt something smack your forehead.

“Hey!” you said, hand on your head. He’d thrown the bottle cap back at you, hitting right between your eyes.

“You started it,” he said nonchalantly, and you scoffed at his childishness. “I did have a family, but that was eons ago so I don't trust myself to remember much.”

Having finished flipping through the notebook on your lap, you slammed it shut, and reached forward for another one. “Well, what do you remember?”

He paused, closing the journal on his own lap and tossing it onto the pile beside him. “The sun burning on my back. The smell of freshwater and mud. My father delved into agriculture.”

“What happened to them?” Lee frowned and for a moment you hesitated. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.”

“I assure you I've spent many years revising the day I was taken from them. Revisiting it once more won't hurt me anymore.”

“Taken?”

“The day I was inducted into this strange world and life I have was the day I was taken away from my family.” His tone was clipped, refusing to continue on.

For some reason your heart ached. You imagined him young and naïve, ripped away from his home and forced to live a life he never wanted. You wondered how horrible that must've been. Being taken away from the people you loved wasn't a fantasy you often entertained and for good reason, but Lee was living that reality everyday.

“Does it get easier?” you asked. Something in your voice made it obvious you were asking more for yourself than him. Does it get easier? Does forgetting get easier? Does pretending get easier? Does hurting get easier?

“No,” he said, tone heavy with regret. “No, it never does. You just learn to live with it. No use crying over spilled milk, right?”

You whipped your head up at him with a plan to swat at his knee. But before you could, he smiled down at you. A genuine smile. A comforting smile. It made your heart flutter. You forced it back to a steady beat.

“What happened to idioms being weird?” you said, shaking your head.

“I like to adapt to the times, sweetheart.”

“I really wish you stopped calling me that,” you expressed, tossing away yet another unhelpful journal.

He chuckled, giving up reading altogether. “I didn't find anything.”

“Me neither,” you groaned tiredly, leaning your head against the chair beside you. It was late and you didn't want to keep him up any longer. “We should sleep.”

“Mhmm,” he answered lazily. He got to his feet, and padded towards your door. “We shall continue in the morning.”

“That, we will,” you agreed. He bid you goodnight, opened the door, and disappeared into the hallway. Strangely, you felt all alone. Bringing your hands to hug your arms to your body, you flicked the lights off and settled into your pillows. The bed was warm thanks to Lee and you found yourself digging in closer to the dip in the mattress shaped like his body.

“You've danced with me so many times before, I wonder how you never get tired of it,” the man held tightly against you said, a deep voice rumbling in his chest where your forehead is pressed against. He continued to hum a tune—one that was nostalgic yet novel all at the same time.

“Would you rather I dance with someone else?” you teased and he laughed. Large hands smoothed over the back of your lace bodice, training up towards exposed shoulders. His fingers glided along the expanse of your back, aimlessly tracing patterns along rough skin. While he swayed you, your eyes fluttered close.

“You’d hurt me, my dear,” he joked, but there was an edge to his tone that told you it's half the truth.

“Then I don't see any reason to do so.”

Fingertips found their way to your jaw and with eyes still closed, you allowed him to crane your neck upwards, feeling the faintest outline of his lips on your nose.

“Oh, so foolish, my love.”

His fingers clamped harshly onto your chin and you squirmed in discomfort. You wish you never opened your eyes.

Darkness loomed where a head was supposed to be and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. No matter how hard you tried to push away, their hands kept you in place until they dipped into the curve of your neck.

“You smell like lavenders.” It said before you felt a sudden sharp pain bolt throughout your entire body until it burned through your blood.

You woke with a jolt, hands tight around your beddings until your knuckles went white. Clutching your heart, you briskly scanned the room—for what, you weren’t sure. With a hard swallow, you pushed the comforter off you, feeling crushed under its weight and ran to the sink in your bathroom.

The icy cold water did little to force the thoughts out of your head. It was as if shadows of the nightmare had accompanied you. The sting on your chin was apparent, the deep voice still ringing in your ears. You clutched the cold sides of your sink and willed yourself to forget. Forget about the nightmare, forget about the project, forget about your father, forget about Lee.

This wasn't what you signed up for. It was painfully clear things had taken a turn you couldn't understand. But you forced yourself to breathe, to bring silence back to where you stood.

Focus, you told yourself. Focus on anything but the dream. The running water, the smooth tiles pressed against your bare feet, Lee’s perfume that lingered on your clothing. Eventually, your chest loosened and your heart went back to its steady rhythm. But the images that flashed across your closed eyelids remained like some horrible aftertaste that stayed no matter how hard you tried to wash it away.

The clock by your wall read 2:38, but there was no way on earth you were going back to sleep any time soon. Your mind raced. Loud with a rumbling, thunder cracking with every thought.

The castle. Your father. Lee. The carvings. Carmilla. The key. The carvings. The Charter. The carvings. The carvings. The carvings.

Fuck it.

You pushed yourself off the sink, grabbing your gear and hurriedly putting on thick, winter clothing.

You had to know, there had to be something.

The study, you thought. Maybe you missed something in Carmilla’s study.

The moon was a pale steel, reflecting off the minerals and mica in the mountains that eerily reminded you of a monster’s jagged teeth. Surprisingly, the breeze was light, but brisk, sending chilly pinpricks down your back as you walked along the path towards the opening of the castle. By the time your mind realized it was an equally horrible and dangerous idea to be alone at an excavation site at night, you were already stepping into the castle, the doors slamming shut behind you with a resounding slam.

Something shifted in the air with that one step, like you'd walked through a portal you didn't know was there and into a world different. The air, light as it was, went heavy with a sour taste that rested uncomfortably on your tongue. Your heart pounded, but your feet kept walking as if you were in a trance and couldn't break away.

The iron chandeliers and hanging wall decorations swung with the wind, sending haunting creaks along the castle walls. The only source of light aside from the slices of silver from the moon came from your headlamp. It shined forward, illuminating a white circle ahead of you. From your peripheral vision, you could've sworn you saw shadows flashing by and you swallowed harshly, already wanting to go back.

As you turned away, your headlamp flickered out and you cursed yourself for forgetting to check its batteries.

“Shit, no,” you whispered, tapping on the device on your head, but it was all in vain. The light gave out a few spurts of brightness before dying out and leaving you in the near-complete darkness. “Fuck.”

With your hands stretched outwards, you slowly walk back down the path you made, rocks crunching under your boots. The moonlight could only do so much as your vision struggled to adjust in the sea of shadows. Against your palms, you felt the ridges of the walls, the tape placed there by your team for guidance and you let out a huff of relief and you followed your fingers gliding on the smooth plastic. Then, as though creeping out from behind a corner, you heard what sounded like a growl.

It was like your feet turned to stone, frozen in place by worry and trepidation. The growl was unlike anything you'd ever heard before. It was not human, not even animal. It was menacing, made out of a sick mix of all the fear in the world. It was like it had been animated from depths you hadn't even imagined. There was a heavy weight on your chest, some lingering form that followed you inside and somehow you knew. You knew you weren't alone.

You gripped onto the tape even tighter, trying your best to make yourself out as soon and quietly as possible. The growl sounded as if it was nearing. Was it nearby? Did it turn a corner? Was it a distant echo bouncing off the walls? Did the fear finally play tricks on your brain?

Suddenly, something grabbed at your arms and pulled you aside. The scream that ripped through your throat barely made it past your lips as hands came to cover your mouth, forcing you to silence and pressing you against the wall, jagged rock burying itself into the thick layers of your jacket and against your back.

Wiggling away didn't help since whoever or whatever was holding you down had a grip that pressed painfully against your skin. Still, you thrashed around, fighting with every drop of strength still left in your body.

“Hey,” a voice called, familiar and bitter at once. “Stop moving, you're gonna get us caught.”

With your heart pounding against your ribcage, you stilled. That voice. You pushed off the hand, gulping before saying, “Lee?”

“It's me,” he whispered, breath fanning the curve of your ear. “It's me, don't worry.”

You swore you could've sobbed right then and there. Your head landed on his shoulder with a light thump, your breathing ragged and scared. “Oh, thank God.”

“Don't thank anyone yet,” he said grimly. Then, another growl. The same growl you'd heard except it felt much closer. Against your better judgment, you craned your head backwards and peeked from behind the corner.

Moonlight high in the sky seeped into the large cracks on the castle’s walls. There, not more than thirty feet away from where you and Lee were standing, a large mass stood.

Even with limited visibility, the sight of the thing made you force down a scream. It was twice your height, its torso wide and tapering down to muscled legs. Talon-like fingers dangled by its side. Spikes trailed down its back and if you looked closer they rattled as if tasting the air. It gurgled and groaned through a mouth full of canines, head tilted in the sky like a wolf. And its eyes. Its eyes were as red as hellfire.

Two similar but smaller monstrosities trailed behind it. There was more movement and you made out five figures that strangely resembled humans, but their elongated canines that resembled the eerie mountains outside told you otherwise.

You wished you never got out of bed.

© NCITYRAVE. All rights reserved.

Thank you so much for reading this fanfiction! I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t be afraid to send in critique or comments, it’s my biggest motivation to keep writing these stories. 💖

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[hangezoeenthusiast]

Cooking

gn!reader

person: georgenotfound

pronouns: they/them

warnings: cursing, yelling

word count: 1036

you were watching from a distance george horribly cook food. supposedly he was going to make a "full course meal". that was a load of crap.

the mozzarella sticks that he was currently making were too thick, he cut the cheese wrong. "hey y/n, how do you like the size of the cheese?" he asked of you. you lied, "yeah george, they look great."

you cringed, "why the fuck is it so thick, it's not supposed to be like that," you thought in your head. "we got approval of the significant other, lets coat it in bread crumbs and- wait, i'm not supposed to do that?" chat was spamming wrong, he accidentally added paprika to the eggs, he supposed to add it to the mixture of bread crumbs and flour. "shit, shit, chat, just forget the last 5 minutes yea?" he demanded.

you stopped laughing, "ohh george, you're shit at cooking." "SHUT UP Y/N YOU CAN'T EVEN MAKE PANCAKES." he retaliated. "yeah, but at least i know that i suck, you just believe that you are the greatest chef in the world, like gordon ramsey." "no i do not." he pouted.

he placed the pan of the cheesy sticks inside the oven, setting a timer for 10 minutes. "ok chat, next we are going to do the steak, now be careful, and wash your hands before cooking." he grabbed the "steak seasoning" and placed a minimal amount of it on top of the meat. "ohhh, this is disgusting." he squinted.

"george, stop being a pussy and mix it, do it with some umphh." you told him. "just let me cook y/n without any distractions." you put your hands up, "ok big shot, just wait until you fuck something up, then you'll need my help." you stepped out of the way, and waited until he did something wrong with his "fantastic cooking".

"george, stop being a pussy and mix it, do it with some umphh." you told him. "just let me cook y/n without any distractions." you put your hands up, "ok big shot, just wait until you fuck something up, then you'll need my help." you stepped out of the way, and waited until he did something wrong with his "fantastic cooking".

he finished shyly mixing the seasoning with the steak, then coated a pan with barely to none oil. he put the steak on the pan, and watched as it sizzled. then, he flipped the steak on the other side and waited it to cook on that side. after he was done, he took the steak out of the pan, and placed it on a plate.

"chat, look what i did, im a 5-star chef BabY."

then suddenly, dream called him. "GEORGE CUT THE STEAK OPEN." he yelled at george, repeating his statement over and over again. "fine, just shut up." he cut open the steak with a knife, and showed chat on the camera. "see, i'm the best."

chat was spamming, "eat it". he tried a piece, and he felt like he was in heaven. "OHHH SHIT, THIS TASTES GOOD, Y/N DO YOU WANT SOME." you answered, "no thanks, i don't want food poisoning." "OHHH COME ONE, TRY IT, YOU MIGHT LIKE IT." "did you just quote dora, or i'm just crazy?" "nope, you're just crazy, but PWEASE, EAT IT."

"but didn't you say you did not want any "distractions". "YEAH, NOW YOU CAN DISTRACT ME." "fineee."

you went over to george, took a piece of the steak, and ate it. "george, i don't know what is wrong with your tastebuds, but it tastes like shit." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT TASTES BEAUTFIUL." "i'm just trying to be blunt, but it tastes like horse shit."

"YOU ARE OFFICIALLY BANNED FROM THE KITCHEN FOR THE REST OF THE DAY." "ok that's fine, as long as i don't taste your shitty food."

"I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE Y/N."

"me too george, me too."

"hey, that's mean."

"JK, LOVE YOU HONEY." you screamed from basically across the house.

he continued with being a 5-star chef, and his food ended up ehhh. the mozzarella sticks, at least most of them were burnt on the outside, the crepe was burnt, the steak was under-seasoned, and the potato fried were mushy, under-cooked, and not even crispy, like what, crispy fries are more delicious than soggy fries.

he called you back to the kitchen, "if i let you back in, will you promise me that you won't be mean to me?" "no promises." "y/nnn, stop it." he jokingly threatened you. "ok fine, what do you want?"

"i want you to try out the finished product."

"george, i'm definitely going to get food poisoning if i eat this shit."

"come on y/n, seriously, is all my food bad?"

"yes." you said bluntly. "y/n, just take one tiny bite." you scowled at him, "fine, but if i get poisoned by you, i'm suing."

"by the way, i suggest you don't eat the crepe, that part sucked."

you rolled your eyes, "ok then, will you let me eat now?"

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU." he hugged you. "calm down, there's children here." he was the one who now rolled his eyes, "fine, just eat." you took a bite of the mozzarella sticks first, "george, this is overly burnt on the outside, the only part that is actually good is the cheese part." you eat the fries next, "this is too under-cooked for my taste, also it's not even crispy, WHY ISN'T IT CRIPSY, THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF FRENCH FRIES, NOT EVEN KETCHUP CAN FIX THIS." you already tried the steak earlier, you didn't like how it was under-seasoned and under-cooked.

"WHY. DO. YOU. HAVE. TO. BE. MEAN. TO. ME." he fake cried. "at least it was me that ate it, if it was someone else they would've have died from how shitty this is." you responded. "chat, it's confirmed, y/n is a big bully." he pouted. "noo, i'm not george, it's just your ego being too big that made you disappointed." you teased.

"i don't like you, don't talk to me ever again." he turned away from you, crossing his arms. "sure george, sure, anyways want some chicken nuggies from McDonalds?"

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x you #georgenotfound x y/n #louistommosnesquickmilk writes #louistommosnesquickmilk #gnf

[yuasakura]

Hi! I saw that ur requests are open and I was wondering if I can request a Akaashi x fem!reader? Where akaashi comforted the reader after a bad/hard day of online classes? Like there are a lot of deadlines coming and the weight on her shoulders was just too heavy and akaashi saw how stressed she was so he decided to comfort her. I hope this is okay. I’m having a hard time with online classes right now with deadlines after deadlines it is really stressful. So i hope you can do this. Thank you!!

a/n: omg thank u for requesting! im also kinda stress this week since our exams will be next week and then we still have our research paper after exam week. anyways, i hope u find ur comfort here and stay strong!! (this one is untitled and may be lame since im writing this at 2 am. enjoy !!)

☆» Akaashi Keiji x fem ! reader ☆» Fluff / Comfort ☆» Cringe / Lame ☆» Errors ahead !! ☆» Warnings: too much sugar !! ☆» Reblogs are much appreciated !!

✿❀ masterlist !! ❀✿

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Hours in front of your laptop, pulling an all-nighter for a week, inadequate rest and skipping meals, and almost ignoring your boyfriend. This has been your routine for a whole week now and Akaashi is starting to get worried by just seeing your lack of energy and dark circles below your eyes.

He noticed how you are slowly getting irritated of everything, seeing you stressed and struggling. Until one day, he decided to cook for dinner and invited you to eat with him. "Darling, dinner's cooked come on, let's eat" he softly said while you are stressed with the work load that your professors gave you. "I can't Keji, there's a lot of things to do and im still not halfway done. I barely finished anything, just eat first and i'll eat later." you rejected his request but this isn't right already.

"Come on now y/n, you need to relax. Your mind is in irrational state, you wouldn't finish a thing if this keeps going." he persuades you to eat because he is write. This isn't right anymore, both for your health and your relationship.

"KEIJI! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! I NEED TO—" as you were about to snap at him, he managed to shush you by kissing you on your lips and pulling you closer for a hug. "I know your already stressed y/n. But i need you to calm down and organize your thoughts. Breathe, i understand it is stressing but please, you aren't finishing your requirements anymore you're just making yourself sick." he said in the most calm, comforting, and soft voice as he lay your head on his chest while caressing your back.

As if on cue, you started sobbing and grabbed his shirt tightly as you let yourself be comforted by his warmth. He didn't say anything, he just let you cry and cry all you want until you release the baggage on your heart that you've been carrying. After a while, you started to calm down and started to plant soft kisses on your face and lips.

"You wanna eat dinner? I can reheat it." you looked at him and nod with a small smile reassuring that you're okay now. You headed into the kitchen. You back hugged Akaashi while he's scooping some food to your plate. "Hmm, you need something darling" he asked you while you hugged him tighter, "i love you some much, keiji. Thank you for everything" he placed down the plates and covered the skillet. He turned around to face you and leaned against the counter.

"Im sorry for snapping back at you earlier" you stated in a tiny voice. He sighed and hugged you tightly and kissed you. "You don't have to worry about it". You stayed in that position for a moment, you found your comfort and home within his arms. It's been a while since you felt your mind like this clear and and the heavy feeling in your chest is gone. You've decided already that you will never let go of this man under any circumstances.

© yua sakura 2021 — do not steal, plagiarize, or repost any content onto any platform.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu #akaashi keiji #hq akaashi #requested #if we ain't like this then i dont want it

[shiny-jr]

❝ ʙ ᴜ ᴛ ᴛ ᴏ ɴ s ❞

Yandere!Husband x Reader - Kade 

A portion from my Coraline inspired story on Quotev, “Buttons.” 

" Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you. In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you~ " 

The kitchen was warm. Dark coffee colored bricks of the wall matched the mocha counters and iron gray kitchen utensils. Lights hung from above, reflecting against the surface of the center table which was smooth black marble, and each chair was cushioned with a pillow. A heavenly scent of freshly cooked food wafted in the air, it smelled simply divine and nearly made her mouth water.

Kade lifted her hand he held, guiding her to one of the seats around the counter. Like a gentleman he helped her into her seat. However, as soon as she was seated, he took a glance at her and smiled. Lifting her hand up, he placed a kiss on the back of her hand before taking a strand of her hair between his fingers, it curled around his thumb as he hummed, “I hope you're hungry. I’ve made enough for a king’s feast!” 

The odd button-eyed man proceeded to gather plates and the meal he had cooked. Leaving (Y/n) to simply stare and wonder at the odd scenario she was in. The young woman examined the kitchen once more. It was squeaky clean and flowers seemed to decorate every corner, either in vases or simply sprouting from somewhere. This was a beautiful kitchen, like a remodeled version of the one in the house she moved it.

(Y/n) perked up once she heard humming. The man named Kade hummed the same song he sang earlier, his hands busily working on the final preparations for dinner. Laying out silver utensils on a white cloth napkin, with plates so clean one could see their own reflection, topped with an empty glass for wine. Finally, the main course. In the middle of the counter he set a large plate of spaghetti with meatballs, a bowl of salad off to the side, a basket of bread, with a small tray of various pastas. And with so many more delectable choices laid out in front of her, just for her choosing.

(Y/n) merely blinked at the sight before her, shocked beyond words. Her husband never did anything like this. Kage always forgot to eat with how his job occupied all his time. Even if he did occasionally remember, the most he would do was heat up instant ramen. “You... You did this?”

“Of course, who else would? I couldn't just let you go hungry." Kade chuckled as he poured her a bit of red wine that matched the palette of the diming lights, red and pink illuminated the entirety of the kitchen as the love song he wrote by hand magically played on harp strings originating from some unknown source.

The scent of the home cooked meal smacked her sense of smell, causing her to look down at the multitude of plates once again. It all appeared so delectable, as if it had taken hours to prepare it all. It made her stomach grumble, causing her to low her gaze in embarrassment.

He laughed lightly, amused at her timid behavior and cheeks red with embarrassment. "Don't be shy, darling~ Eat as much as your little heart desires." Swiftly he served her a plate of the main course, the spaghetti. The dish was topped with the perfect amount of smooth red sauce, meatballs perfectly spherical and hinted with tiny herbs that had been gently sprinkled over the top.

It did look appetizing, and she really did wish to try just a bite. It appeared so much better than sloppy mashed potatoes and a soggy sandwich she had for dinner. As the odd button-eyed man sat down and served his own meal, she failed to notice his observant gaze. Instead, she picked up her fork and twirled the tip of it on the plate, collecting a few strands of the spaghetti. Hesitantly she sniffed it, still cautious, yet nothing smelled off. So with her hunger gaining the best of her, she tasted the bit on the kitchen utensil. It's taste was simply divine, better than anything she had ever tasted before. Bright (e/c) eyes trailing up to the young man, she swallowed the portion in her mouth and commented in delight before she could eagerly fork more of the meal, "This is so good! How did you make this?"

"With a determined mindset and... oh, something else too. But I can't really reveal that..." Gaze traveling away to the opposite wall, a small pout etched onto his pink lips.

Lowering her fork as she took another bite, curious about what he could possibly mean. "Why can't you tell me?"

Knowing his little facade worked, he smirked playfully and rolled his eyes as he drawled, "Well... It's a secret ingredient. I use it in every meal and it works like a charm, making every dish perfectly flavorful and savory..."

Intrigued by his words, and she did not miss that playful smirk. Raising an eyebrow in interest, she propped her head up, knuckles supporting her chin. "Hm... Now I'm really curious. Can't you tell me? I won't tell another soul, promise."

"Well, I suppose since you are my wonderful wife, it's only right that you knew...~" Finally his gaze traveled back to her as he looked left then right, before leaning in close after he saw no one else was around. His positive features turned serious as his black-button eyes locked onto her (e/c) hues, whispering quietly, "I'm about to reveal to you a great secret, one for you and you only, dear. Are you ready to hear this valuable piece of information?"

Eagerly she nodded, entranced yet a bit disturbed by his buttoned gaze. Managing to respond meekly, "Yes, I am."

"The secret ingredient... is my love for you!" He grinned, planting a quick kiss on her nose while she was entranced into the moment. Black button eyes watching realization dawn onto her, her cheeks flushing red again but the slight smile on her lips proved her bashful joy. His words only furthered the embarrassment for her, "Isn't my love so sweet? It's only available for you, and I do everything for you whole-heartedly~"

After (Y/n) was over her initial embarrassment, she remembered Kage still had to finish writing his novel. She hated for the moment to end, this was the most fun and attention she had in such a long time, but he must’ve been busy. “We should probably finish soon... I know you’re busy with your book, and I wouldn’t want to bother you for too long.”

“Hm? Oh, don’t you worry, dear. I’ve already finished writing, so my attention and time is all yours.” He smiled reassuringly, ignoring his meal as his gaze was glued to her form. Humming lightly, basking in the moment where nothing was said and his song continued to play gently in the background.

(Y/n) felt slightly unnerved by his unwavering gaze, forcing herself to look away, at anything else as she was uncomfortable staring into his button eyes. It served as a reminder that this was some strange wacky dream. Unable to continue her meal, she wiped her hands on the white napkin before momentarily glancing back at him, his gaze still concentrated on her while a smile played at his lips. “Is... Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, no, no, no, no! I just... can’t help but admire you. I truly am the luckiest man on the face of the earth, to be wed to such a perfect woman~ I'm very happy to be with you again, (Y/n)."

Unsure about the entire ordeal as he gently took her hand, choosing her choice of words cautiously. "Again...? I'm sorry, but Kage is the only husband-"

"I am your other husband!" Kade stated, emphasizing his words. There was a brief sign of visible irritation and impatience before it vanished in an instant. Calmly he stood, his slim pale fingers carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I've always been existent, but I've never been noticed by you. Finally, I've been blessed with the chance to greet you. After all this time, I welcome you home, my dear~" Behind him, lights twinkled like stars, almost like tiny fireflies floating through the air. Magically with the dim white light, a phrase was spelled out in neat fancy cursive, "Welcome home!"

Red flags. This entire situation was unsettling, and the way he momentarily held anger frightened her. Pulling away from his touch, she stood from her seat and took a few steps back. Wearing a small smile to conceal her nervousness as she managed slowly, "I see. Um... I'm actually kinda tired right now. You know, with unpacking and moving the furniture." This wasn't right, she had to leave. This Kade figure was posing as her husband, and it was wrong.

Standing upright, he blinked before nodding in understanding and smiling so lovingly. Linking his arm with hers, he led her away from the kitchen and through the hallways. "Of course, of course! Say no more, darling. Let's go, let me take you to our bedroom."

"Right..." For a moment she did not believe him. A shared room? It sounded far-fetched. Technically, she did share a room with Kage, but he always fell asleep in the living room or another room so it wasn’t like they slept beside each other. “Okay, that sounds... normal...?”

When Kade pushed open a door, she was taken aback by the contents inside. It was dim, illuminated by the same familiar floating lights from the kitchen that twinkled and sparkled gently. It was decorated neatly and a perfect cozy place. With one corner topped with dozens of Polaroid photos, the young man with her in the photos had his eyes concealed yet again.

Pulling back the soft covers of the bed, he allowed her to hesitantly lay down on the plush mattress. She wasted no time in pulling the blanket to her chin, resting her head on the pillow. About to flutter her eyes shut in an attempt to end this dream, but she stopped when she saw Kade kneel so his face was at level with hers. “Uh... Thank you for the meal, I guess I'll go to bed now...?”

"Wait a moment, love. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Kade took her hand, his black-button eyes glimmering in the dim light as he examined the cut and scrape against her palm. The injury from when she fell as she explored earlier. Tsking as he shook his head, chuckling lightly as he picked a bottle from the nightstand drawer. Sprinkling a few droplets on her hand, he hummed, "You're so clumsy, dear~ What would you do without me?"

(Y/n) pressed herself closer to the bed, using the blanket to cover her body from her toes to her nose, peeking out as she remained anxious under the odd man's watchful gaze. Averting her gaze, breaking the eye contact as she pulled her treated hand underneath the safety of the warm covers. "Thank you again... and goodnight...?"

Kade merely tilted his head. No longer was his expression innocent and joyful, his smile seemed somewhat strained, as if it would break its positive curl at any given moment. However, again it was gone in an instant, and he hummed in delight. “Goodnight, my dear. Sleep tight~”

#yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere author #yandere au #quotev #quotev author #shinyjr #yandere male #yandere writing #yandere scenario #shiny-jr

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Background: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Five

I was sitting in a circle on the floor with a few other kids. We were chatting and laughing like old friends.

"She couldn't even make it a quarter of the way!" The boy next to me laughed then patted my knee.

"I could too!" I shot back at him.

"Oh really? Every time I've seen you run you can't make it but a few feet before you start panting." He laughed sticking his tongue out at me.

Instead of answering I lunged toward him knocking him back on the floor. We rolled around playfully fighting each other.

"Gally! Emi! That is enough!" A woman's voice shouted from somewhere in the room.

We jumped away from each other knowing the woman meant business when she sounded like that. We quickly went back to our seats in the circle. Once I was seated an arm draped over my shoulder then pulled me to the side. It was the boy on the other side of me.

"Minho stop it" Gally said then swatted at the boy's arm around me.

"Alright kids let's go!" A man's voice shouted making all of us jump up and run towards him.

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I shot up into a sitting position.

"Bloody hell" the thick accent shouted.

What the hell was that? I thought to myself as I stared at the wall in front of me. Then I had another thought. Gally? Minho? Emi? We were kids. Just little kids. What kind of dream was that?

"Emi" I said aloud.

"What?" Newt asked.

I snapped out of my little trance and jumped out of bed. He took a startled step backwards. I grabbed his shirt pulling him against me.

"My name is Emi." I said with a grin.

Newt started laughing. He grabbed my hands releasing himself from my hold.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Emi." He smiled at me.

Once we got outside to where everyone was eating Newt walked to one of the tables then climbed on top of it.

"Can I get everyone's attention!" He shouted.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at him.

"Our greenie has remembered her name. Everyone, this is Emi." He smiled gesturing down to me.

All the boys shouted "Emi" at the same time then cheered. As Newt climbed down from the table everyone went back to what they were doing. Just like yesterday I sat between Newt and Minho with Clint and Jeff across from us.

"Emi, I like that." Minho said more to himself.

I started eating ignoring the chatter around us. It wasn't until I was almost done with my food that Newt nudged me.

"Today you're with Fry in the kitchen." He said matter of factly.

I nodded glancing over to the boy in the shack. That shouldn't be too bad. Hopefully I'll be busy most of the day.

"Before I go to work would I be able to have a quick chat with Alby?" I asked Newt.

"Yea, he's in his office. Everything alright?" He asked raising a brow at me.

"Yea everything's fine" I smiled then turned back to my food.

After I finished eating I made a quick beeline for Alby's office. He was sitting there head down looking at something.

"Hey Alby" I said quietly in the doorway.

"Greenie, how are you?" He asked with a smile.

"Well first, I remember my name. It's Emi. Second, I wanted to see if I could talk to you about a dream I had last night." I said stepping into the room.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Emi and yes of course you can have a seat." He gestured to a lone chair.

I sat down then thought about what to say for a moment.

"I'm not sure if this means anything but it felt more like a memory than a dream. We were little kids maybe 7 or 8 years old. When I say we I mean myself and some of the boys from here in the Glade. We were sitting in a circle just chatting and joking like kids do. The boys were making fun of me for something to do with running. I ended up fighting with a young Gally. At least that's the name the woman yelling at us used. Then Minho was there too sitting next to me. I have no idea what any of that was but it felt weird." I explained the best I could.

Alby sat there for a moment like he was thinking up an answer to my dream. He shook his head lips drawn tight as he thought.

"I'm not sure what to say. It's very intriguing. Will you let me know if you have anymore dreams like that?" He asked.

"Of course" I nodded with a small smile.

"If I think of anything I'll let you know until then go ahead and get to work. Thank you for sharing that with me."

I waved at him as I left the room then went straight to the shack with Frypan in it.

"Sorry I'm late I had to talk to Alby." I stated as I walked inside.

"It's all good Newt told me. So let's get straight to it. After breakfast I work on cleaning up everything. Which is what we are gonna work on now but after everything is clean we will start preparing for lunch."

I nodded then followed Fry's lead. He showed me what to clean and how to clean it. With both of us working on it we had it all finished it pretty good time. After that we immediately got started on cooking lunch. This is where things got a little rough for me. I felt like a bumbling fool. Fry was explaining everything to me and I was trying to remember it but there was so much to remember. How in the world did he do all of this by himself?

"This is stressful" I said as I went back and forth between a large pot and a skillet full of meat.

Fry chuckled then grabbed the meat out of my way.

"It can be if you're not use to it." He smiled at me.

I somehow made it threw the cooking process. It was rough and I felt like I'd never worked harder. We only had a few short minutes to rest before the lunch bell tolled and here came all the hungry boys running towards the shack. Fry and I both served making the line go faster. Newt made a joke about how cute I looked. I thought about throwing my large spoon at him but decided not to. Gally came threw to get his food. He didn't comment but he did smirk and look me up and down.

When all the boy's had their food Fry and I made ourselves plates then went out to the tables. Fry went to sit with Gally while I joined Newt, Alby, Clint, and Jeff.

"Hows the kitchen?" Newt asked.

"Awful" I said quietly.

The four boys chuckled knowing exactly what I meant.

"Fry can be tough to deal with when it comes to his food." Clint said matter of factly.

"Not really it's just really stressful. I don't know how he does that by himself but I know I'm not gonna be much help to him." I said shaking my head.

Lunch was over all too soon meaning I had to go back to the kitchen. Fry and I chatted a bit as we cleaned up from lunch. Then just like we did earlier we jumped straight into prepping food for dinner.

"How'd you learn how to do this?" I asked him as he showed me how to cook tonight's meal.

He shrugged.

"I have no idea just came naturally I guess." He smiled at me.

This meal wasn't too bad to cook but I still felt a lot more stressed out than I should have. Fry had a good time laughing at me for it.

"I can tell cooking isn't your thing." He chuckled as we finished up.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked laughing.

He nodded as he prepared to start serving in a few short minutes.

As the end of work and dinner bell tolled I watched the boys once again run towards the shack. No one made comments to me this time which I was thankful for. I might have actually thrown my spoon this time. I joined the others at my usual table.

Minho and Newt left me very little space to squeeze in between them but I managed. Newt chuckled and scooted over once I was seated. Minho on the other hand stayed right next to me.

The normal chatter about the day went on around me. I just ate my food silently. I was more than ready for bed. After I finished I went to get up but Minho threw his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

"Wanna take a walk?" He asked in a whisper.

"Sure, why not?" I questioned chuckling.

The two of us got up and put our trays back on the counter of the shack then I followed him towards the forest. Even though I was ready for bed I figured I could do something other than work and sleep. Once we were past the tree line Minho put his arm around me again.

"How are you liking the Glade so far?" He asked as we walked.

"It's not too bad." I smiled watching my feet.

"I figured you hadn't seen this part of the Glade yet. Thought I could be the one to show you." He smiled at me.

"That's very nice of you Minho." I chuckled.

We were far enough in the trees now that I couldn't see the Glade behind us anymore. Minho stopped walking and looked around. Then he did something I wasn't exactly expecting. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. He wrapped his arms completely around me holding me tightly.

"You know you're incredibly beautiful right?" He asked in a hushed voice.

I couldn't help the blush that crept up my face. With my messed up memory I had no idea if anyone had ever said anything like that to me before so it was like the first time.

"Thank you" I whispered.

One of his hands moved to grab my chin. He lifted my head slightly so I was looking at him. He smiled at me then slowly leaned closer. My heart started thumping in my chest. Do I let him do this? Do I want him to do this? Before I could decided his soft, warm lips found mine. This could possibly be my first kiss. He seemed like he knew what he was doing. I couldn't help relaxing into him. I kissed him back feeling my stomach swirling and flipping around. He turned us around and pushed me backwards until my back hit one of the trees. He pressed himself against me. His hands grabbing each side of my face. I felt his tongue skim my bottom lip. One of his hands was suddenly on my ass. He squeezed causing me to let out a small moan. He chuckled into the kiss then pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was an odd but good feeling. My tongue fought against his but he overcame me. He groaned when he started to grind his hips against mine.

My eyes flew open when I felt him rubbing against me. My hands pushed against his chest sending him stumbling backwards. I manged to grab him and keep him from falling.

"What was that for?" He asked with a hurt expression.

"Sorry Minho, the kiss was amazing but I'm not letting you go any farther." I said quietly but sternly.

He put his hands up in surrender. Without another word I made my way back to the homestead. I really needed some sleep.

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the maze trials #the maze runner #gally imagine #gally smut #gally #gally x reader #tmr gally #original character

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the better one | m.osamu

❧ pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader, slight miya atsumu x reader

❧ synopsis:

miya osamu was never the one to compare himself to his twin brother. he doesn't care if his brother gets more attention, is better at volleyball or is preferred over himself but as he watches you with your arms slung against atsumu's shoulders, mouth kissing him passionately like he's some sort of drug, he wishes this once, just this once, that he could be the better one.

❧ genre: angst, mild fluff

❧ warnings: none

❧ word count: 3.7k

Ding dong.

The door bell chimes through the secured walls of the Miya household, alerting everyone present in the vicinity.

Or just one, Miya Osamu.

The tall athlete stops at whatever he was doing, turning to wash his dirty hands instead in response to the door bell, feeling the cold water run against his skin.

Ding dong.

Another ring sounds off and the boy reacts quicker. He dries his hands off with his clothes, rushing his way to the front door. Twisting the metal doorknob, the wooden door opens it's way to the outside world.

You jump at the sight of the gray haired boy, a dark blue apron cladding his muscular build. It somehow suits him, you think.

"Um, is Atsumu here?"

The high school male observes your demeanor, recognizing you as his twin brother's girlfriend. He remembers Atsumu introducing you to him very briefly at school, the class bell interrupting the two of you before you could add anything else other than your name. He didn't really have the time to garner an opinion on you due to that.

Finally taking a good look at your face, he realizes that you're an exact image of his brother's type. It's no wonder how you managed to capture the condescending blonde's heart.

"Tsumu's buying groceries right now, he'll be back soon. Come on in." Osamu recalls, his muscular back already turned back into the house.

You follow his footsteps, taking in the nooks and crannies of the room. The softwood wall matches perfectly with the white ceramic floor, the furnitures within the area complimenting the both of them as well. It isn't the most lavish house nor the most special one but it's certainly the coziest one you've been to.

Taking a seat on the white couch in the living room, your eyes lock on the high school boy a few meters beside you, occupying himself in the kitchen where you can see the countless utensils lying around, a few rice grains sticking here and there.

"Ah! Are those the new samples you're working on?"

Osamu stiffens slightly at your sudden question, turning his head to face the numerous rice balls you were talking about.

"Yeah, I guess you heard from Tsumu?"

Giving him a sheepish smile and a slight nod from your head, you continue on your conversation with the light haired male.

"That's right..." You stop, contemplating whether or not you should say the next few words.

"He wasn't quiet happy with your decision, after all."

Osamu can't help but scoff lightly as a corner of his mouth twitches up in disdain, the glass plate that he was previously washing completely ignored, water gliding down the surface and to the drain.

"Sure he wasn't. Nobody was."

Osamu hates the fact that he could feel his own chest tightening, his words littered with a hint of stubbornness and... hurt?

Hurt. That's what he felt when his brother ridiculed his decision, when his parents gave him doubtful looks about his plans, when even his fangirls begged him to keep doing volleyball. It was as if the whole world was against him pursuing his passionー

"Well, I personally think that you made a great choice."

The whole world except you.

"Oi Tsumu, give these a taste!"

The young boy yells from a distance, making his way to the room beside his, a plate of filling rice balls in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

He doesn't know what changed or how it happened but his twin have been unusually supportive of his passion as of late, agreeing to support and help however he can.

Not taking any of his rare kindness for granted, Osamu constantly feeds his brother unhealthy amount of rice balls each day, asking for his thoughts and opinions.

Today was no exception.

Pushing the door handle with his elbow, he opens the door with a push of his body, careful not to spill the water nor the food he's holding.

Grey eyes immediately widens slightly as they are met with an unexpected visitor, their legs tangled up with another's as they try to wriggle their way out of the other boy's grasp.

Your cheerful laughter cuts short as you notice the young male in front of you. Putting the tickle war that happened just moments before to a stop, you give Atsumu who is hovering you a push, causing him to notice the said man as well.

"Sorry for disturbing, I'll-"

"Don't fret it, are those for us?" You give out a kind smile, waving your hands to shake off the boy's apology.

Osamu nods his head in uncertainty, eyes glancing towards his brother only to see a displeased look befalling him, probably from the disturbance of he and his girlfriend's time together. An uncomfortable feeling settle into his chest, making him regret his decision of barging into the room even more.

"I'm not eating any, I've been eating those for three days straight now."

Standing up from the sturdy bed you've been sitting on, you take the ball of rice made by the boy, one for yourself and one for your sulking boyfriend.

"Now, now, one more can't hurt." You say cheerfully, practically shoving the dish to the boy's face. Atsumu frowns to which you reply with what looks like an innocent smile, prompting the blonde to sigh in defeat and snatch the rice ball from your hand.

Seeing him take a huge bite of the triangular rice, you smirk smugly before giving yourself a mouthful bite as well.

Osamu stands still awkwardly as he watches the two of you dive into the meal, observing any slight change in expression on your face.

"This is the best you've made so far." Atsumu states, taking more and more bites despite his earlier reluctance.

You bob your head in agreement, eyes widening in shock at how well all the flavors mesh together.

"Itsch rweally gud!" You try to exclaim, words slightly muffled due to the amount of food occupying your mouth.

The small amount of nervousness in his body disappears completely when he's met with nothing but positive remarks, pride slowly welling up in exchange.

Seeing the elated look and chubby cheeks from your face, Osamu can't help but feel his own mouth curling into a soft smile.

You find yourself visiting the two siblings much more often now.

What used to be just the two of you became three, Osamu appearing more and more frequently in between the dates you and your boyfriend shared.

Silent movie nights turns into popcorn fights and unprofessional reviews, dinner with takeouts into massive taste tests of various riceballs.

It's a change that you nor Atsumu minds, honestly. He's glad that he could spend his time with two of his most favourite people while you're just happy to gain a new friend.

Ringing the melodious doorbell you've heard more and more of lately, you patiently wait for the recipient from the other side, swinging your feet back and forth as you stare at the white painted door.

It only takes a couple of seconds before a tall figure came to view, thick eyebrows lowered into a quizzical frown.

Osamu was for sure not expecting you to be at the front of his doorsteps when he opened the door, smiling at him innocently like you're supposed to be here.

It would've been okay if things were under different conditions.

If his twin, Miya Atsumu was actually home. Did you not know? Did he not tell you? He really couldn't believe that his brother would leave you without informing you about the youth camp. Just how ignorant could he be?

"Tsumu's not home."

"I know that?" You give him a matter-of-fact look, tilting your head in confusion.

More questions fill the boy's mind as he wonders about the reason of your visit. You never really came unless you were accompanied by your boyfriend so what was your point in coming when he's away? It couldn't be for his parents, you and Tsumu weren't at that level yet and of course, it couldn't be for him, you guys never really talked unless it was with the presence of his brother (much to his disappoinment). The two of you settle with friendly smiles and subtle waves instead whenever you passed by each other at school.

Choosing to squeeze pass the still boy instead of waiting for him to let you in, you invite yourself into the spacious house, the white walls you've grown familiar with welcoming you warmly.

"Can a person not spend time with a dear friend without their boyfriend?" You ask rhetorically, turning back to give your gray haired buddy an enticing smile as you raise the bag of store-bought rice balls in your hand.

If Osamu had known that letting you in that day would result to the constant pain eating at his chest, aching at every sight of you, he would've prevented you at all cost.

The unspoken boundary between you and Osamu was crossed the moment you spent your entire day in the boy's presence. The two of you were no longer threading the thin line between friendly gestures and close actions, already passing beyond that awkward phase.

Within the few days that the blonde was away, you and Osamu had already shared numerous inside jokes (none of them explained to Atsumu for entertainment purposes), countless shitty rom-coms (you complained about his tastes, to which he argued that you just don't understand the art behind itー as if there were any in overused clichés and sappy kisses) and of course, you couldn't forget the various spontaneous outings (the competitive arcade games, the midnight car rides, the trashy cooking competitions)

His days were slowly filled with you, providing him with a giddy and blissful feeling that he hadn't felt in so long. Even when his twin brother had finally arrived home, the two of you continued to spend your time together, no matter if the yellow-haired was present or absent.

It almost made him forget that you already have your heart set on his brother. Almost.

"Oh, so ya can't make it?"

"Yeah, Tsumu just invited me out. I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you next time, promise!"

Ahー of course, relationships come first after all. It's no surprise that you would choose to spend your time with your boyfriend in preference to your best friend. Anybody would do the same.

"Hm, sure. Have fun." Osamu mumbles, not being able to prevent a twinge of his bitterness seep out from his words as he ends the call, the monotonous beep being the last thing he hears.

Turning back from where he was heading to, the silver haired male walks down the lone and empty street back home, only the sound of faraway children accompanying his journey.

He feels like shit. Like there's someone kicking dirt into his heart, staining it with this ominous emotion that he wishes he could scrub off. It doesn't help the fact that the sun's setting down either, bringing down the mood even more as it bids goodbye to the land it shone for, the once warmly lit place diminishing into a gloomy abyss.

He shouldn't feel so disturbed. So irked, so agitated, so upset. That would just prove the insatiable feeling buried deep inside his chest, hiding in denial all this time. The feeling that eats away his skin, leaving him bare with nothing but his pride and ego to defend with. The so-called feeling named jealousy.

And Osamu is a person with dignity before a person that is jealous.

There is no way that he harbors any sort of feelings towards you that are more than platonic, that his heart skips a beat whenever you scoot closer and soars at the sound of your mellifluous laugh, or that he finds himself thinking of you in every corner of his house, like the spot you always sit on the living room couch and the kitchen mug you always favor more than others. He isn't supposed to find solace in the way you ramble non-stop about another series you've grown fond of, feeling himself relax at the soft lull of your voice, neither is he supposed to feel an evergrowing tenderness in his being at the sight of your face, always beaming in contentment, eyes so bright that it brings shame to the sun, like there's nothing wrong in this ruinous world. He can't.

Not when his brother is head over heels for you.

You've been spending less and less time with Osamu these past few days. He's always either holed up in his room, the kitchen or even worse, not even in the house at all, using the same repeated excuses that you've heard more than you could count.

"Samu's not joining again?" You inquire, plopping on the cushioned seat beside your boyfriend as he scrolls through a collection of movies displayed on the TV.

"Yeah, said he was goin' to study or something." Answered the blonde, his muscular build shuffling closer to you and a lean arm making its way around your shoulders.

"Study?" That's not right. Osamu would rather take a scooter to an ankle than actually study.

"I know, I was surprised too." The athlete responds in a tone of agreement. His fingers pause upon a poster of what seems to be a grotesque movie, the image of a bloody mask staring at you menacingly. Shifting his line of vision towards you, he asks for confirmation on his movie of choice and despite having mixed feelings about it, you agree. How could you not when he's looking at you like a child begging for ice cream?

The film starts off tense, the atmosphere heavy and surroundings gloomy. Fifteen minutes in and you're already on the edge of your seat, hands gripping at the strong boy's arm in fear of a sudden jumpscare. You take a glance at your boyfriend, observing any signs of distress or terror and sure enough, there were none. You're not even surprised at this point, Atsumu's a maniac for the thrill and pumps of adrenaline provided, you're not.

Just like Osamu.

You sincerely wished that he was present in today's marathon, wanting someone to share your hatred for horror movies with. With your constant anti-horror buddy being gone, you realized the huge role he plays in your overall experience. The continuous jokes he makes whenever the character does something stupid, the collection of curses spewing from his mouth that accompanies your obnoxious scream when something horrific suddenly pops out. Despite being scared shitless himself, you never actually see him reject any of your spoiled requests. He would always run you down on what happened when you're too scared to watch, Atsumu being too focused to do it himself. His explanations were confusing and all over the place (probably due to the fact that he himself watched through the slits between his fingers) but he gets the job done. Not to mention the times you would beg him to accompany you to the restroom, trembling arms linked together as you travel down the dark corridor leading to it (the one Atsumu insists on keeping the lights off, something about maintaining the mood), leaving him all alone once you got in.

It's those little stuffs that gets you feeling extremely grateful for your collected friend and when a bright idea suddenly shots into your mind, lighting up a lightbulb over your head. You push yourself off the couch, immediately scampering towards the simple and neat kitchen, switching on the lights by the counter.

Atsumu, who got disturbed at the sudden brightness and sounds of metal clanking, pauses the motion picture in action, giving you a bemused look.

"What are you doing?" He asks, watching you prep a variety of ingredients and condiments with raised eyebrows.

"Making riceballs for Samu! His brain's probably fried by now and is in major need for sodium." You explain, scooping a hefty amount of rice into a large bowl and salting it generously after.

The tall athlete smiles defeatedly at your thoughtfulness. He was almost frustrated, honestly but he knows better than to be jealous at your kindness towards his careless sibling. Stepping into the kitchen, he turns on the faucet by the sink, roaming his hands through the rush of cold water.

"Need any help?"

Osamu lets out a frustrated groan, laying his head on the cold hard table in hopelessness, folded arms serving as a cushion to lessen the pain and discomfort. His head's aching from all the numbers and letters he forced himself to absorb, mind too tired to comprehend anything anymore.

But it's better this way, anything's better than the constant thought of you; the slightly indecent snorts mixed with the melodious ring of your laughter, the soft gaze you occasionally give out, the one where you could feel the admiration just by looking at it, your eyes brimming with nothing but warmth and love. It's a shame that none of those belongs to him and he knows that it never ever will be. You see him as nothing more than a friend, your boyfriend's brother. Osamu himself acknowledged this already, even way before the two of you got close.

That doesn't mean it hurts any less though.

He wants to stop. Stop feeling so infuriated and defeated. So desperate. So pathetic. He'd do anything to remain rational and unbothered at your presence, to not have butterflies swarming inside his stomach and flowers blooming inside his heart. He needs to. Osamu will not let a single chance in having these emotions linger any longer. He'll get rid of the venomous bud you planted so secretly yet fondly, erasing it before it blooms into something more acidic; something that will burn through his skin, leaving him vulnerable with nothing but leftover bones.

And what better way to do that than avoidance?

It started off small, like cancelling your usual plans with him, making up blatant excuses to cover up his antics. Then, it was not joining you and Atsumu's table at lunch, choosing other group of friends to eat with. Finally, he stopped seeing you altogether, avoiding any sort of situations or places that could potentially harbor your presence. He was doing so well. Oh, so well.

Until a knock sounded off from his door, intruding his fatigued thoughts.

Until your figure came in moments later, bringing with you a savory and sweet smell, overfilling the room in mere seconds.

And of course, until you set the massive ball of rice on top of his table, its white grains and hot steam staring at him along with that lovable smile of yours.

You really just can't give him a break, can't you?

Snacks of all kinds and video games of different genres are splayed messily on the carpeted floor of Osamu's room.

You let a yawn escape effortlessly, bringing up a hand to cover your indecency while the other remains the hold on your black controller, taking a slight break on attacking the group of enemies in front of you before continuing to do so again.

"You really think we can finish this run by tonight?" You ask in a weary tone, hours of gameplay and shouting beginning to take effect on your body.

"Hm. Probably not." The boy to your left replies casually, hitting the pause button when he sees the look of exhaustion riding on your face, eyes softening at the sight.

You crash into the bed behind you, back leant backwards and arms stretching to its maximum height before falling down feebly. A sigh breaks free from your lips, hinting your utmost disappointment as you position your head to lay against the bed more comfortably, eyes closing when you found a good spot.

"All that work for nothing then."

The ash haired boy watches you rest in complete silence, taking in the littlest bits of details. As the blue light from the television's screen illuminates your skin perfectly, highlighting your features in his dark room, long lashes glistening like the stars adorning the night sky, he wonders, if you yourself, is a star as well.

And just like stars, you're impossible to reach.

Miya Osamu was never the one to compare himself with his twin brother. He doesn't care if his brother gets more attention or has more fans than him. Doesn't care if his brother's better at volleyball and is personally more sought out than him. Doesn't care if his brother's labelled as the better twin in general, him dulling in comparison.

But as he watched you slip your soft hand in between the other boy's calloused one, fingers intertwined and cheeks a rosy pink.

As you wrapped yourself against the boy's built body, leaning in until no space is shared between the two of you, providing a warmth that he could only imagine.

As your arms slung against Atsumu's shoulders, standing on the tip of your toes as you kiss him passionately like he's some kind of drug.

He wishes this once, just this once, that he could be the better one.

A head falls to Osamu's shoulder and he visibly stiffens a bit. Glancing sideways, the view of you in deep slumber against his body brings heat to his cheeks. He can hear his heart palpitating against his chest, the beat of it signifying his utter adoration towards your entire being.

He wants this moment to stay forever. The feeling of your cheeks pressed against his shoulder blades, the warmth radiating from your proximity, your soft snores accompanied by the sound of his running air conditioner. It was as if the two of you were the only ones left in this world, in his dimly lit room with no disturbance nor interference apart from the sound of faraway cars speeding the lonely city.

He wants it so bad.

Yet he knows that if he stays for even another second, he'll never let you go.

And he would rather go through this suffocating feeling a thousand times than to see the hurt on your face when you and Atsumu argues.

So ignoring the tightness in his chest, he picks you up in the most gentle way possible, carrying you to the athlete's room beside his and leaving with an evermore ache in his heart.

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Bucky x Insecure/Self Conscious Wife Reader.

Requested.

One Shot.

Warnings- Bucky may be O.C., Language, and slight slight NSFW blink and it's gone.

Sorry it isn't exactly what you requested and that it took so long but here you go hope you like it!!!

(I don't own these pictures.)

Tonight is my 1st anniversary of being married to Bucky Barnes. I managed to get out of work early today so I could pick up a new red with black lace baby doll with a matching bra and pantie set to hopefully boost my confidence up a little for tonight. I made sure that it wasn't to form fitting so that it didn't accent the new rolls, stretch marks, and bigger belly pooch I've seemed to gain since I've been eating so much fast food and junk food because of how busy I've been, and Bucky has been even busier than I am. Neither of us have had any time to sit down and eat a proper home cooked meal in forever. Let alone spend much time together.

That's the real reason why I wanted off early today so I could cook us a nice homemade meal something not sopping in grease or out of a package and I know Bucky is still uncomfortable out in public. Plus this is supposed to be our special night to spend some time together finally in what feels like forever there's no need to go out and be uncomfortable when we could have a nice night in, relax, and enjoy ourselves.

Hell I've probably seen him only a few times this week which didn't last more than 10 minutes at a time because one of us would have to rush off to our jobs or we are so exhausted from work that we just shower and go straight to bed.

That's why I gave my boss a 2 week notice that I needed to be let off early today and have a week off for vacation. I asked Bucky to do the same if he could but he didn't seem to concerned about it which hurt because this is our first anniversary but maybe he just forgot that it's this week he probably has a reminder set or something already planned.

It doesn't stop a little voice in my head saying 'He wasn't concerned because he doesn't care. He has nothing planned. He's tired of you already. Why would he want someone as big as you?' I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head knowing that it isn't true. Bucky loves me and I love him. Though as the hours tick by and it's already 9 p.m. and he still isn't home yet, so that voice continues to whisper more and more hurtful things. So much so, that I'm losing confidence in what it says isn't true.

I double check my outfit it's a knee high black keyhole dress to show off some of my cleavage without revealing the new baby doll and undergarment set I have on underneath. I smooth my hands down my dress with nerves from waiting so long for Bucky to come home. I text him when I was preparing dinner and he said he would be home in an hour or two.

That was three hours ago so instead of focusing and fussing on why he's late I double check the table I set earlier with a navy blue table cloth, clear vase with red roses in it, and two silver candle holders with white candles in them waiting to be lit so we can have a nice dinner by candle light. I smooth out the table cloth and mess with the positions of the roses out of nerves. I pace a little worrying my bottom lip while doing so and I'm glad I went with a lip stain rather than lip stick or I would have it all over my teeth by now. I glance at the stove, the dinner I made had been placed in the oven on low so it will stay warm until he gets home since he still wasn't here by the time I finished cooking it.

I sigh losing hope that he would be home anytime soon when the clock read 10 p.m. already and he hasn't text me to let me know he's running late. So I let my hair out of the up do I had it in and sit down at the table.

I'm about to take off my heels because all the pacing I did is making my feet feel like they were going to fall off when a disgruntled and ashamed looking Bucky rushed through the front door slamming it behind him with a box of chocolates in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. I jump and put my leg back down on the floor and I'm about to stand up when Bucky rushes to me saying "I'm so sorry baby girl I completely forgot." my heart lurches at that, and before I can stand up all the way he sets the gifts on the table and kisses me.

Hard. Weaving his arm around my waist while his other hand starts running through my hair. He turns leaning me against the table his body flushed with mine as I wrap my arms around his neck and tug on his hair. We break apart a few moments after with him holding me in a dipped position.

My face is burning and I'm left gasping the momentary hurt forgotten. I look up at him a bit shocked as I bring my arms down and push on him gently. He stands us back up, his arms still around me and my hands on his shoulders. "You look fucking gorgeous doll!" He says breathlessly looking me up and down.

I turn my head to the side with a small embarrassed smile on my face and his hand comes up and turns my gaze back towards his. "I mean it! Your beautiful and I love you so much doll!" His hold on me tightens and he moves so he's even closer to me like he's trying to make sure that there's absolutely no space between us.

"I know we haven't seen each other much and haven't been spending much time together but I'm going to make it up to you, I swear! I told Fury I need the week off so we can spend some much needed time together, and I'm so sorry sweetheart it's our first anniversary and I already messed it up. Steve is the one who told me it was our anniversary when he saw I was still at the tower planning for an upcoming mission. I just got caught up in it all." He says with sigh leaning his forehead on mine. He pecks my lips and give me an apologetic smile. "I rushed home but not before getting your favorite chocolates and flowers as an apology!" He says scratching the back of his neck a clear sign that he's embarrassed for forgetting our anniversary. I pull back from his embrace and look up at him holding his hands.

"You haven't messed it up, your here now that's all that matters and I love you too. Also as good as that chocolate sounds it'll have to wait and be our dessert because I made us dinner." I say bouncing a little, excited to show off the dinner I made. "I can smell it and I'm starving! Thank you for cooking for me baby girl, I swear I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. Hell I still think I don't deserve you most days. You've helped me so much to become a better man, like I used to be before all of this." He gestures to his metal arm.

"You've helped, no loved me through it all. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I can never thank you enough Y/n. I'm sorry I've been so busy and that's no excuse, it wasn't fair of me and I should have been making more time for you, to love you, and appreciate everything you do for me and that starts tonight after dinner. I'm going to make it up to you. Because there's something I want for dessert and it isn't that chocolate." He says giving me a predatory gaze making my heart beat rapidly in my chest.

My mouth goes dry and there's a lump in my throat. My face is burning and I try to subtly squeeze my thighs shut but the smirk he gives me as I move to place the flowers into the vase with the roses let's me know that he saw. Once I finished I grab the chocolates and then walk quickly into the kitchen and set them onto the counter for later, then I put my oven mitts on, just in case the plates got hot and take dinner out of the oven.

I turn around and use my foot to close the ovens door, the whole time his gaze never wandered from me. Not even when I walked over and set the plates down. "Fuck doll you made my favorite!" He groans out looking at me like he just won the lottery before sitting down. I light the candles and quickly sit down as well with a happy smile on my face.

I think we both ate much more quickly than anticipated from it being so late, and the fact that I don't think either of us can recall the last time we had an actual home cooked meal. I lean back in my chair with a happy sigh and place a hand on my over stuffed belly. Before any negative thoughts can pop up about how big or plush my belly has gotten, Bucky suddenly stands up and picks up both of our plates to go put them in the sink. He leans down towards me pecking my check and says "I'll be right back." I smile at him and he smirks in return. My nerves and insecurities are coming back full force but it's now or never as I head to our bedroom and strip out of my dress. I only get a moment to look at myself in the mirror before Bucky is in the doorway staring me down like I'm a feast laid out for a starving man. My face is burning again and I gulp nervously we haven't done anything like this in a long time, our schedules haven't allowed for it. We've been too tired or had to rush off to work.

"I love you so much." He says in a breathy moan with a dreamy look on his face, looking right into my eyes with such an intensity of both love and lust that I can't help the warm feeling spreading through my chest or how I get teary eyed and upset for doubting him or his love for me in the first place. I've been letting my insecurities get the better of me lately.

When he married me I was already a bit on the heavier side, so I should have known better that a few extra pounds or rolls wouldn't phase Bucky or even make him bat an eye on how he see's or feels about me. He proved just how much he loves me and just how beautiful he thinks my body is for the rest of the night.

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