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{2} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 9,538

Warnings: Very suggestive content, mentions of past trauma and PTSD. Minor anxiety. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I love when things all start to fall into place! Finally, I have a solid outline of the next few chapters ehehehe I'm super excited for you all to see what I have planned, and I greatly hope you’ll all look forward to the upcoming chapters. I have a feeling a few things might shock you hehehe anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One

“I still can’t believe that this has been underneath the house this entire time,” your voice, full of awe and wonder, echoes around the area. Again, your eyes are quick to take in every detail surrounding you just like the first time you entered their training space.

The room stretches on before you, more like a mini arena than anything. A light blue lines the walls, almost steel in colour, giving them a sort of metallic sheen as the florescent lights illuminate the space. A throwing range is off to the side, wooden targets well worn lining the scraped up walls. There’s even a large sparring area, complete with mirrors to the side to observe yourself while fighting for any openings you might leave yourself vulnerable to.

To the left, gym equipment resides. Anything and everything you can think of lines the space, making you feel as if you’re in some weird simulation of The Hunger Games. The training facility, if you can even call it that, has nearly all of the exact same things, up to and including a separate space where you can run types of simulations to practice what you’ve learned.

“We didn’t want to scare you,” Mingi shrugs, sitting off to the side as both San and Jongho grab some equipment to begin preparing for your training.

“That still doesn’t explain why you waited this long to tell me,” you chuckle. “Even after I expressed how cool I find your abilities, both physical and metaphysical.”

“To be fair, Dearest,” Yeosang sits right beside Mingi, the two of them watching on carefully. “The progress we had been making with you could have been changed or lost at any point. We simply didn’t want to do something to jeopardize that.”

You hum in acknowledgement, moving over to the sparring mats alongside both San and Jongho. A moment later, and you begin doing some stretches.

Just as you straighten yourself into a standing position once more, you hear a loud crashing sound coming from behind you.

“Oh, please tell me I haven’t missed it yet,” Wooyoung comes rushing into the room, practically tripping over himself and the equipment scattered throughout.

“Didn’t realize I’d have a peanut gallery,” you mumble, hearing Jongho chuckle from beside you.

“Think of them as extra observers to give you pointers that we may miss.” San comments, a subtle grin tugging at his lips as he begins stretching alongside you.

“Translation: they just want to have an excuse to look at my ass while I stretch.” You reply, amusement shining behind your eyes.

Mingi’s brows raise in amusement, Wooyoung grinning suggestively at you as he takes a seat on the floor in front of his brothers. At least Yeosang has the decency to avoid your gaze, the tips of his ears turning red as he stutters out a response.

“It’s okay, boys,” you chuckle. “The feeling is mutual.”

Wooyoung immediately bursts out laughing, especially when he turns his head to see both Yeosang and Mingi looking completely shocked behind him.

“Perks of being a visual learner,” you add, sitting on the ground to begin stretching out both your back and legs further.

“Wait, you mean you check us out while we’re working out, too?” Mingi is still attempting to wrap his head around your confession only moments before.

“You’ve really never noticed before?” San quirks a knowing brow at his brother.

“You try living with eight modern Adonis’, and you see how well you fare.” You comment, standing back to your feet as pleased growls reach your ears. Then, you’re turning to face the three males sitting to the side. “You’ve seriously never felt my gaze on you while I’m checking you out?”

“Why do you think I told you to start wearing compression shirts since you didn’t want to go topless?” San directs his comment towards Mingi, and your jaw drops.

“That was because of you?” Your voice is incredulous, eyes sparkling with awe as you watch him nod smugly. Your grin soon mirrors his own as you exhale a breath. “Fuck, I love you.”

A pleased growl escapes San’s lips as he absolutely revels in your gaze. The way the others shoot him small looks of either disbelief, or mild jealousy, is simply icing on the cake.

“Maybe we should all start working out shirtless,” Wooyoung hums, a smirk dancing on his features.

“Should we take it a step further and oil ourselves in the nude, too?” Jongho’s eyes gleam as he watches your reactions closely.

“Damn, I haven’t done that since the Olympics,” San hums, crossing his arms proudly over his chest.

The way you swallow thickly does not go unnoticed by any of them.

“So, the distractions have started already, I see,” you nod, almost absentmindedly.

“What seems to be on your mind, Starlight?” Mingi smirks, a knowing gleam shining within his eyes.

You lick your lips, the corner tugging upwards gently. “I think you already know, Moonlight.”

Five low growls echo around the room as a certain tension fills the air. That is, until that familiar gleam of curiosity flashes behind your eyes.

“So, did any of you compete in a circus?” You can hardly contain the excitement from bleeding into your voice as you look around at all of them.

“Hwa was always the best at chariot racing.” Yeosang hums, leaning back in his seat for the moment.

“Something tells me it was more than just being good with horses,” you chuckle, a small smile tugging on your features. “Though, it’s very fitting for some reason.”

“Well, he is the most competitive out of all of us.” San nods.

“And that’s saying something.” Mingi shoots a pointed look at Jongho who simply rolls his eyes in response.

“Jongho and San were excellent gladiators, too.” Wooyoung adds, nonchalantly. Though, with how his eyes gleam, you know his words are very calculated.

“I understand now why they’re the first ones teaching me hand to hand combat, then.” You nod, attempting to not appear as affected as you are for the moment.

“Yunho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong all enjoyed wrestling a bit too much,” Jongho says, a chuckle falling from his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You nod, once more attempting to not allow your thoughts to consume you. Unfortunately, with their earlier comments about bathing themselves in oil, it’s quite difficult not to picture the aforementioned males rolling around and wrestling in the nude.

A tense smile pulls at your lips, blinking in the next second. Shaking your head, you attempt to clear your thoughts, grateful to have that void of yours up and running. Though, from the way they all look at you, eyes swirling with that all too familiar darkness, you can just tell they know perfectly well what you’re thinking about.

Clearing your throat, you manage to compose yourself a bit better, even if only slightly.

“Yeosang-“

“Archery,” you cut Mingi off as you turn to face the aforementioned male. “I remember.”

The soft smile that paints your lips has all four of his brothers turning to face him. A smile of which is mirrored on his own features as he recalls the conversation that he had with you that very night all those months ago where he got to hold you in his arms as you slept. Though, the morning afterwards, in his opinion, was even better. A memory he will cherish until the end of time. A memory he will never forget.

“Mingi was never really in to the Olympics like we were,” San states, and you watch how the aforementioned man sits a little straighter in his seat. “None of us could touch him on the water, though.”

“Naval battles?” You quirk a brow, noticing how red begins to creep over the tips of his ears. At his nod, you exhale a low breath. “Literally, could you guys get any more attractive?”

Again, five pleased growls meet your ears.

“We’re just glad you’re enjoying yourself, Dearest,” Yeosang hums, leaning further back into his seat.

“I always enjoy learning more about you,” you reply honestly, and you watch as they all visibly perk up from your words, giddy smiles settling onto each of their features. “Not to mention my little historian heart is practically leaping for joy right now.”

“Is it?” Jongho grins fondly as he meets your gaze. The way they can all hear your heart racing in excitement has a warmth flooding their veins the longer this conversation draws on. “We couldn’t tell.”

Playfully, you stick your tongue out at him.

“Honestly, we could spend weeks telling you all about whatever kinds of history you want to know.” San offers, and the way your eyes instantly light up has his heart fluttering inside of his chest.

“Really?” You fail to hide how hopeful you sound.

“Anything and everything you’d like, Starlight.” Mingi confirms, nodding once he sees he’s drawn your attention back onto him for the moment.

“We are more than happy to share it all with you, Angel.” Wooyoung smiles, propping his knee up so that he can rest his one arm over top of it. He gazes at you fondly, his entire being relaxing into this moment with you.

The way they all see you visibly begin to shake in excitement, bouncing up and down slightly in your spot as a brilliant smile takes over your features, begins to rub off on all of them. None can help the way nothing but love for you floods their veins, each male gazing upon you tenderly at how eager you seem to be. The wonder alone they see reflected in your eyes sets their hearts racing inside of their chests.

“I have so many questions,” you begin, unable to prevent yourself from pacing any longer.

The fact that you need to expel that energy has both Jongho and Mingi chuckling fondly.

“How about we save them for later, though.” San smiles at you, halting you in your tracks as his one hand comes up to gently grasp the side of your arm.

“Okay,” you nod eagerly. Then, your eyes flash as you meet his gaze. “Does this mean you’re all going to teach me the different fighting styles of different cultures through the ages?”

They all share a brief look between one another.

“Oh, come on! You can’t seriously be telling me that you were only going to teach me the very basics,” you tilt your head slightly as you cross your arms over your chest.

“We can teach you as much or as little as you’d like, Darling.” Jongho chuckles, gently guiding you onto the large sparring mat once more. “We just never expected you to be so enthusiastic about it.”

“I thought I told you that dismemberment wasn’t the only violent thought I can have.” You reply, a slight amused quirk to your brow. “You know I want to be as badass and intimidating as My Kings are.”

“But, how could we ever forget?” Wooyoung practically purrs out, a pleasant rumble escaping his chest that he knows is echoed lowly by each of his brothers.

“Okay,” San chuckles, moving to stand across from you on the mat. “We’ve already taught you the basics of self-defence, and you’ve started working to increase your stamina and strength. All that’s left are some simple fighting stances, and then the real fun begins.”

A look of determination washes over your features as you all become serious in the next moment. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho beginning to circle the mat, San explaining some basic footholds and arm blocks all the while. Of course, he’s quick to demonstrate each one, nodding in approval as he watches you copy each one.

“The most important part of your balance is your core,” he explains. “The quickest way to throw someone off their rhythm is to break through their own.”

“No matter what situation you find yourself in, there is always a way out.” Jongho adds. “Never let your enemy know they have the upper hand, unless you’re faking them out. In which case, you have to be sure you know what you’re doing.”

“We can discuss proper strategies another day,” San turns to look at his youngest brother as said male comes to stand right beside the elder. “Let’s just teach you some basic maneuvers to begin.”

Slowly, each of the two males goes through different fighting techniques. Their explanations are thorough, demonstrating the stances as often as you need them to. You pick them up pretty quickly, anyways, and by the time a few hours have passed, they all watch as you practice hitting a punching bag with a certain pride swirling within their eyes.

Taking a short break, you wipe at your brow. “You know, this would be so much easier if you guys could just like, I don’t know, Matrix teach me this stuff. That way I could practice more things on my own.”

Both San and Jongho share a look.

“Unfortunately, Gorgeous, it doesn’t work that way.” Wooyoung sighs, having shifted his position so he’s now laying on his side on the floor with his one arm propping his head up in his hand.

“Sharing those techniques mentally doesn’t necessarily give you the same experience as teaching them to you does.” Mingi comments, and you look towards where he sits. Only now, he’s leaning back slightly in his seat, his one foot resting on the edge of the chair so that his knee is bent.

“Fair enough,” you shrug. “Just a thought.”

“It might be good once you have more of the basics down.” There’s a slight furrow to Yeosang’s brows as he thinks over your words. “You could identify the techniques we’ve used, and then when you know them, emulate them.”

Your whole demeanour visibly perks up at this.

“Certain things are better if they’re taught, but sharing our knowledge could never hurt.” Wooyoung agrees with a slight nod of his head after a moment. “Let’s save that for later, though. We don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“It’s also why we’re focussing on hand to hand combat training first.” Mingi adds. “Once you know that, adding a weapon simply pulls from that combat knowledge and extends it.”

“Okay,” you nod in understanding. “Makes sense.”

“Sometimes, allowing instinct to guide you helps in a fight.” San voices as you step back over to the sparring mat. “It doesn’t work for all of us, but trusting my gut has always saved me.”

“Don’t think, just move.” Jongho hums in agreement, standing off to the side and observing the two of you.

“I think you guys have a few more years of experience than me to be able to say that,” you joke, noticing how Wooyoung begins to laugh boisterously at your statement.

“You could say that,” he grins.

“At least a few,” Yeosang chimes in, amusement shining within his gaze.

“Come on,” San grins, taking a step forward in your direction, “we still need to teach you how to grab someone and pin them.”

“I volunteer!” Wooyoung is suddenly on his feet, arm raised enthusiastically in the air.

“Calm down, you idiot.” Jongho rolls his eyes. “It’s not your day to teach, yet.”

The dramatic pout that pulls at Wooyoung’s lips as he sits back down onto the ground has you chuckling in response.

“Don’t worry, Woo, I can pin you as much as you’d like some other time,” you comment casually, not even bothering to spare him a glance out of the corner of your eyes.

Little do you see the way his eyes flash, yet you do not fail to miss the pleased growl that escapes him in that moment. The way Yeosang stiffens in his spot, pointed glare being sent towards the younger also goes unnoticed by you, but you do see the way the males in front of you seemingly go still.

“I thought you said your training wasn’t a free pass for sexy times?” Mingi grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Who said anything about it being during my training?” You smirk, noticing the way all of their eyes flash black this time in response.

“You’re a tease, you know that, right?” San gets out through gritted teeth, eyes still swirling with that all too familiar darkness as he meets your gaze.

“Am I?” You feign innocence, a slight tilt to your head. “I had no idea.”

A moment of thick silence passes over all of you.

“So,” you hum, a slight amused twitch to your brow, “pinning?”

“Oh, we’re thinking about more than just pinning you now, Darling.” Jongho’s voice is low, nothing but a growl to his words.

“What ever do you mean, Darling?” The way you drawl out that one word sends a shiver right down Jongho’s spine.

“Baby,” San warns, chest rising and falling dramatically with every breath. “You’re playing a very dangerous game.”

“It’s as I’ve said before,” you giggle, a mischievous tug of your lips upwards. “It’s so easy to rile you guys up.”

“Can you blame us, Gorgeous?” Wooyoung’s voice is somewhat breathless as it reaches your ears from behind you. “You are the greatest temptation we’ve ever known.”

“Every little thing you do enchants us.” Mingi breathes, nothing but honesty in his words as his eyes roam every inch of your figure before him.

“Knowing you want to be here with us, and stay by our sides despite everything that’s happened is more than we could have ever asked for.” Yeosang tells you, his tone soft and airy as he stares at you with nothing but love in his honest gaze.

“The more we learn about you, and the more you want to know about us is like a dream come true.” Jongho admits, taking another step in closer to you until he’s practically wrapping you in his arms. The way you’re currently covered in sweat doesn’t seem to phase him at all as he presses his head softly against your own. “The fact that you have agreed to become Our Queen means more to us than the entirety of the realms combined.”

Soft rumbles of agreement echo around the room, filling your heart with a pleasant warmth as you melt into Jongho’s embrace.

“You are everything that we could have ever asked for.” San adds, closing the short distance between you and cupping your cheek tenderly in his hand. The way you turn to meet his gaze, eyes dripping with such affection towards them says it all. “We wouldn’t give that up for anything.”

You smile, your heart beating erratically in your chest. “You’re all smooth talkers, you know that?”

They all mirror your gentle expression.

“Only for you, Baby,” San’s thumb brushes gently against the skin of your cheek. “Now, stop trying to distract us. We still have things to teach you.”

His scolding is nothing but playful as he steps away from you, a knowing gleam held within his eyes as Jongho finally releases you from his hold. The way you grin, sticking your tongue out at him in the next moment has a chuckle falling from his lips.

“Alright, teach me what else you have to teach me today before I start swooning for real,” you say, heat rising to your cheeks as you feel all of their gazes on you yet again. “You’re supposed to be training me, not romancing me right now.”

“Is it working?” Wooyoung cracks a flirtatious grin, only to be hit upside the head by Yeosang in the next second. “Ow.”

“Who said we couldn’t do both?” Mingi chuckles, his eyes gleaming beneath the florescent lights.

You simply quirk a brow in their direction, a subtle smile tugging at your lips as you turn back to face San. The way you see him already fondly staring at you sets your heart racing inside of your chest. At least you can say that you can feel their love every time they look at you. A fact which has not changed since you first understood what all those fond looks meant. Hell, even before that you could tell, even if you didn’t quite know what types of gazes they were quite yet.

Always, you and your needs have come first. Always, they have kept your best interests in mind.

They always have, and they always will.

Always, and forever.

“You already know a few things to do if someone grabs you from behind,” Jongho’s voice draws your attention to the side of the room. “Now, we’re going to teach you how to use someone’s momentum against them in order to flip them onto their back. From there, you can pin them in multiple ways.”

“If you’re lucky, you can even use the momentum to dislocate someone’s shoulder.” San adds, an eager grin pulling at his lips as he explains this to you now.

The way your eyebrows raise in mild surprise has them all chuckling fondly.

“It helps when you can sense your opponent approaching, but this will still work even after they’ve grabbed you from behind.” San continues as Jongho begins to approach him.

The younger immediately attempts to grab the elder from behind. San, of course, is expecting him, so you watch as he bends his knees slightly in anticipation. As soon as Jongho reaches for San’s back, the elder is leaning forward, flipping the younger male onto his back and pinning him to the ground. Jongho wears an annoyed expression as San twists his one arm into the air, stepping on the younger’s chest with his one foot to pin him in place.

“Of course, you can always pin them by the throat when you step on them,” San states casually as he releases his hold on his younger brother, “but the chest will also suffice.”

“Thank you for your consideration,” Jongho grumbles as he pulls himself back onto his feet.

The corner of San’s lips twitch in response.

The next flip they show you is one where someone attacks you from the front. San charges at Jongho, only for the younger to duck beneath the elder, grab him by the thigh, and vault him over his back. Immediately, Jongho is spinning around, pressing his one knee into the elder’s chest as his hand settles right beside San’s head.

“This one, you have to be a bit quicker when pinning your opponent, for they could potentially recover quickly. If that happens, you can miss the opportunity to get your hands around their throat.”Jongho explains, looking up and meeting your gaze as he pushes himself off of the elder male.

“Of course, if you’re holding a weapon, it changes the position of things, but makes taking out your opponent easier in certain cases.” San adds, standing back to his feet and dusting himself off briefly. “But these work, even against opponents bigger than you are.”

“The key gets to be the momentum so you’re not dead lifting your opponent,” Jongho goes on to say. “At least for now.”

“Makes sense,” you nod your understanding as you roll your shoulders, standing a little straighter. “Can you show me a few more times?”

“Of course, Baby,” San smiles, his eyes crinkling slightly at the sides.

Both he and Jongho eagerly move back into position, switching between who flips who. Each time, they can feel your calculating gaze on them, analyzing their movements.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can practice on one of us,” San nods in your direction.

“Or us!” Wooyoung offers, quite enthusiastically at that.

You grin back, a light chuckle escaping your lips. “Alright.”

Not even two minutes later, you find yourself running through the steps of flipping someone with both San and Jongho. One approaches from the front, while the other approaches from behind. Once you’re comfortable in the movements, and they’ve subsequently given you some pointers as you run through them, you’re ready to attempt to flip and pin them in real time.

The moment you feel Jongho at your back, it’s as if instinct kicks in. Despite only learning the movements a short while ago, it’s as if they are second nature to you. The fluidity of which you flip Jongho with surprises even them, your eyes as wide as his are as you pin him to the ground with a foot on his chest.

“You’re a natural, Dearest.” Yeosang hums, pride rumbling with his chest as he observes the scene before him.

Wooyoung lets out a boisterous laugh. “Seeing you knock Jongho on his ass is something I never knew I needed until now.”

At the way the youngest takes a menacing step towards the elder male once he’s back on his feet, you laugh. The way Wooyoung immediately raises his hands in his own defence has amusement dancing in your eyes, his grin soon mirroring your own.

“Careful, Woo,” Mingi nudges the younger male with his knee, “or you might be next."

“It’s not a threat if I’m looking forward to it,” Wooyoung’s eyebrows flick upwards suggestively in your direction.

“Should I make you wear that belled collar now?” You quirk a brow, pure mirth shining within your gaze.

“Again, not a threat if you know I’ll enjoy it.” He hums, eyes glinting deviously.

Another smack resounds around the room, the younger male rubbing at the back of his head seeing as both Mingi and Yeosang had smacked him.

“Could you imagine Captain in this scenario?” The grin that tugs at the corner of San’s lips is nothing short of devious.

“I don’t think our eldest would fair much better.” Yeosang hums, amusement dancing on his features.

“They have always loved the idea of you roughing them up a bit,” Jongho chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“They’re not the only ones.” Wooyoung grumbles, arms crossed over his chest.

Again, his comment receives him a smack upside the head from both Yeosang and Mingi. Though, Yeosang seemingly avoids your gaze, clearing his throat in the next moment.

“Don’t worry, Starlight, we’ll all keep them in check,” Mingi assures you with a light smile, of which you return.

“I’m not worried, Min,” you chuckle, turning back to face San in the next moment. “Not in the slightest.”

A moment’s pause.

“Ready, Baby?” He asks, shifting his stance slightly in preparation.

All he receives is a nod from you, determination shining once more in your eyes.

He moves.

Again, it’s like you act on instinct, the movements appearing as if they are second nature to you. San gets flipped over your back, you turning to pin him to the ground in the next second. Your one hand rests on his upper chest, just below his throat as your knee digs into his lower abdomen. The way your fingers twitch slightly along the base of his neck has a shiver running up his spine.

A brilliant smile stretches across your features as you move off of him, much too soon for his liking.

“How was that?” You help him back to his feet.

“You’re a quick study, Darling.” Jongho praises, loving the way you seem to stand a little straighter at his words.

“It’s cause I have such good teachers,” you hum, warmth flooding your chest as you see them all smiling back at you fondly.

“Let’s run through everything we’ve gone over today a few more times, then call it.” San tells you, seeing you nod your head in understanding along with his words.

Another brief silence settles around all of you as you go over all of the stances, techniques, and manoeuvres they’ve taught you. Pride fills their chests at how well you seem to pick everything up, both San and Jongho only needing to fix your positioning a few times throughout the review.

“Once you know a few more things, and have these down, we can start sparring with one another.” San grins, helping you with some cooldown stretches to make sure your muscles won’t be too sore afterwards.

“Would you guys ever let me observe you when you spar with one another?” You voice casually, noticing how San stiffens the slightest bit before you as Jongho quirks a brow.

“If that is what you wanted, Darling,” Jongho grins, eyes flashing towards his brothers, “we’d be more than happy to oblige.”

You hum, nodding your head slightly. “Good to know.”

“We’ll save that for next time, though.” Mingi says, finally standing back to his feet and stretching out his back.

“Did you want to observe us sparing with our weapons, or without?” Yeosang asks, turning towards you as you hoist yourself off of the mat after finishing your round of stretches.

“Both would be cool,” you reply, an eager gleam in your eyes. “I haven’t really seen any of you in proper action, so I’ll take anything and everything I can get.”

“We can get pretty intense when we fight one another, Dearest.” Yeosang continues. “We don’t hold back at all.”

“You can’t improve that way.” Wooyoung shrugs, heading over to the stairs with the rest of you following behind.

“We used to place bets on one another depending on who was fighting,” San recalls with a chuckle, flicking off the lights as you all head back to the main floor.

“I miss those bets sometimes,” Mingi sighs, almost wistfully.

“I almost lost an arm the last time we did that.” Wooyoung mumbles, eyes downcast.

“Not my problem,” San huffs out an amused breath.

You snort out a laugh. “I take it you can’t regrow limbs?”

“Unfortunately, it’s one of the things we can’t do.” Yeosang confirms. “Doesn’t mean we can’t reattach them, though.”

“So, you guys are virtually indestructible and immortal?” You let out a low, impressed whistle.

“Definitely not invincible, but damn near close.” Wooyoung grins at you.

“Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty hard to live without your head.” You comment, pushing the door open to the main floor and stepping out into the hallway.

“Which one?” Yeosang’s inquiry, combined with his completely deadpanned expression, has you faltering only briefly in your steps.

A boisterous laugh escapes your lips.

“Oh my god,” you lift a hand to support yourself against the wall as your chest heaves with laughter. “Depends. Which one do you use more to think with?”

“I don’t think you want to know our answers,” San mumbles, suddenly avoiding your gaze as he walks down the hall.

“I think I just got mine.” You snort out another laugh, leaning yourself fully against the wall.

At the halfhearted shrugs Mingi, Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang all give you, you find you can only smile and shake your head.

A few steps later and you find yourself just outside of your room. Stepping through the threshold reveals Kuroo curled up on that Snorlax beanbag chair off to the side. A spot of which you’re sure is one of his many favourites throughout the house.

“Thanks for today,” you smile faintly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Of course, Darling,” Jongho returns the look, that all too familiar fondness shining within his eyes. “We’ll work on some more strengthening exercises tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” You nod. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need a shower.”

“Want some company?” Before any of his brothers can stop him, the words are out of Mingi’s mouth. The way his lips quirk upwards, a hopeful gleam in his eyes, has you shaking your head in amusement.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves there, Min.” You grin, your one brow twitching upwards slightly. The way you see his shoulders visibly deflate, even the slightest bit, has you chuckling. At least Mingi ignores all the pointed looks his brothers are sending him for the moment. “Maybe next time.”

You don’t give any one of them a chance to properly process your words before you’re shutting the door in all of their faces. Though, at the pleased growls you can hear echoing from the opposite side of the door, you know they’ve finally registered them in their minds.

The mere thought of you allowing them to bathe with you excites them more than it should, even those who have already gotten to experience such an intimacy with you. Once is never enough, nor will it ever be enough. Not when it comes to you.

Moving over to your bathroom, you’re quick to strip yourself of your sweaty clothes and hop into the shower. The water is refreshing against your skin, and in no time at all, you find yourself relaxing beneath the spray.

Half an hour later, and you’ve finished freshening up. A clean pair of comfortable clothes rests over your figure, the familiar material of your favourite hoodie wrapping around you. The way you can faintly smell hints of apple clinging to the fabric has a smile tugging at your lips. Looks like Jongho was the last to wear it.

Exiting your room, you’re quick to make your way to the kitchen to grab another bottle of water. Taking a sip, you begin to make your way through the house, figuring you’ll head over to the library to catch up on some reading for the rest of the day. Only, as soon as you step foot into the foyer, a familiar black crow greets you, resting comfortably on Yunho’s left shoulder.

“Hello there, Stella,” you smile as she glides over to perch herself on your own shoulder. “What a lovely surprise. What brings you here today?”

“She brought some news for us.” Seonghwa appears from down the hallway, Hongjoong at his side. A book seems to be held in the eldest’s hand as they all turn to look at you.

“Though, she didn’t come alone.” Yunho breathes, a worried furrow to his brow.

“Someone got through the wards again?” Immediately, panic begins to consume you, your whole body tensing right before their very eyes.

The way they see fear spark behind your gaze has a cold sense of dread rushing down each of their spines. They only wish you didn’t have to experience such negative thoughts or emotions again. Yet, they know, they only have themselves to blame.

“No, My Love,” Hongjoong is quick to assure you, coming to stand beside you as he places a comforting hand onto your arm. “She wanted to bring someone, but they won’t be allowed in until we go to retrieve them.”

“Oh,” you find you’re instantly breathing a sigh of relief.

“Sorry, Petal, I should have clarified,” the worried crease in Yunho’s brow has yet to smooth over as he takes a small step closer to you.

“No one but us can enter our domain.” Seonghwa’s voice is firm, reassuring not only you, but all of them in the front foyer as well. “We’ve made extra sure of that, now.”

“Good,” you nod, blinking a few times to clear your vision before looking over at the three of them. “Then, who did she want to bring?”

“Someone who might be able to provide us insight on Miyeon’s plans, even after her death.” Yunho states, and you notice how stiff he stands.

Placing a gentle hand on his one arm, you notice how your touch immediately relaxes him.

“We wanted to make sure you’d be okay with it before we allowed her into our domain. We’ve mentioned her to you before, but you’ve never met her yet.” Hongjoong says, meeting your gaze. “Otherwise, we’d go to her. We just simply have better privacy here.”

You nod your understanding. “Do you trust her?”

The three males share a look between each other.

“We do.” Yunho nods once in confirmation. “At least, for the moment.”

“Besides, if she tried anything, she wouldn’t get very far.” Seonghwa adds, grip tightening the slightest bit on the book in his hands.

“Alright,” you blink. “Then, bring her in.”

Three nods are all you receive in response before you’re all moving to accommodate the new presence they are about to bring in.

Which is exactly how you find yourself face to face with Mina in the dining room two minutes later. All of the guys surround you, Stella perched precariously on the back of your chair.

You sit at one head of the table, the chair turned outwards to face Mina as she stands directly across from you. Seonghwa rests off to your left, that book resting open before him as he looks over some ancient spells with Jongho to his left. Ancient spells that might allow them access to Mina’s locked memories.

Both San and Mingi stand behind you, leaning against the wall with their arms crossed over their chests. Their gazes are sharp, unforgiving as they stare her down.

Yunho stands the closest to Mina, senses on high alert as he monitors her mind for any sudden shift in demeanour. Slowly, carefully, he begins to attempt weaving through that jumble of memories once more.

To your right, stands both Hongjoong and Yeosang. Wooyoung leans casually against the far end of the table, his hands supporting himself on the edge. Each male watches Mina closely, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Stiffly, you sit in your chair, eyeing the woman before you cautiously. You know for a fact that they can all hear how frantically your heart is racing inside of your chest at this very moment, but none of them say anything. The only comfort you get for the moment is Hongjoong’s one hand tenderly placed atop your right shoulder, grounding you in this moment.

In your left hand, your therapy pebble resides, thumb brushing over the smooth side in tandem.

You take a deep breath in to steady your nerves.

“Thank you for agreeing to let me speak with you on such short notice, Your Majesties.” She bows lowly as she addresses all of you. “It is an honour to be allowed inside your home.”

Your brow twitches the slightest bit upwards as you watch her sink to her knees before you. Even more shocking, is when she formerly bows to you, pressing her forehead against her hands on the ground.

“An even greater honour, still, to be formally graced by your presence, My Queen.” She breathes, a slight tremble to her voice. Almost as if she’s nervous, not about how they might react, but how you might perceive her. “I count myself truly lucky to appear before you today.”

Her words catch you so off guard that your thumb stills over your stone.

You blink in shock, a momentary silence settling over the room. That’s when you realize, they’re all waiting for you to speak. All eight of them are allowing you to take the lead right now. You control the flow and outcome of this meeting, and they are more than ready and willing to act upon any of your wishes at a moment’s notice.

You exhale lowly once more to steady your nerves.

“Lift your head.” You surprise even yourself at how commanding your tone is. “Mina, is it?”

She meets your gaze, nodding softly. “Yes, Your Majesty. That is correct.”

The way she continues to address you so formally while remaining on her knees before you, throws you for a loop. You’ve never had anyone other than the eight men within this same room refer to you as such. Yet, hearing it from someone else’s mouth feels different. Something you’ll definitely have to get used to.

“Miyeon was your sister.” You state, rather firmly.

“She was.” Mina confirms, the subtlest of downturns to her lips.

Your hand tightens around that little pebble held within your grasp.

“Are you aware of the extent she went to in attempts to destroy me?” There’s a slight shift in your voice, a dullness that wasn’t there before as you continue to stare the female before you down.

Mina’s expression falls, shame washing over her features. “I am aware my sister had her own, private vendetta against you. However, I am unaware of the direct actions she has taken against you, Your Majesty.”

You tilt your head slightly, noticing the carefulness of her choice of words.

“I will not ask for you to forgive her, Your Majesties, for she does not deserve it.” Mina is quick to continue, diverting her gaze to the side as a hint of bitterness begins to coat her words. “She has brought great shame to our clan, and if I had known before what she had been capable of, I would have done everything in my power to stop her.”

“Hindsight is nice, after the fact,” Wooyoung spits rather harshly, his whole body visibly shaking as he pushes himself off of the side of the table.

Gently, you brush against that all too familiar pure white string inside your mind, and you watch as his shoulders relax. Even if only slightly.

Carefully, you study Mina before you.

“You were aware, to some extent, what she had planned for me.” Not a question, but a statement.

A second of hesitation. “Yes, My Queen.”

Both San and Seonghwa nearly lunge for her right then and there. Even Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Yeosang find it difficult to hold themselves back from skinning her alive this very second. Only, the way you shift forward in your seat, lifting your right hand upwards slightly in pause halts them in their tracks.

“Why have you waited until now to disclose this information with us?” San’s voice is pointed, tone the darkest you’ve ever heard from him as his words boarder on a low growl. You don’t even have to be looking at him to know his chest is heaving in barely controlled rage.

“I wasn’t conscious of it before this morning.” Mina replies, fear beginning to shine behind her eyes.

“You’re remembering things?” Your head tilts forward, eyes narrowing slightly as you look at her.

“Ever since my sister’s passing, the lines are becoming less blurred.” Mina admits, beginning to nervously wring her fingers together in her lap as she sits back on her knees. “King Yunho told me to contact all of you should my memory begin to become clearer.”

“Which is why you’re here now.” You nod gently in understanding.

“I don’t remember everything,” she shakes her head slightly, tears of frustration lining her eyes. “It’s painful for me to attempt to shift through anything more than just basics, but I’m trying. I’m tired of my sister always getting whatever she wants, even in death.”

Something clicks inside your mind, and understanding paints your features. “You resent her, don’t you?”

Mina purses her lips, and you’re sure she’s about to deny it. That is, until she’s heaving a large sigh, her shoulders deflating as she averts her gaze to the ground.

“More than anything.”

You feel Hongjoong’s hand tighten its grip slightly on your shoulder.

You open up your void.

Even I was unaware of that fact, Petal. Yunho meets your gaze only briefly from across the room. Her mind never let on to that.

How could you tell? There’s nothing but curiosity in Wooyoung’s voice as he turns his head in your direction.

My sister and I weren’t always as close as we are now. You respond, standing from your seat. I’d know that look anywhere.

The movement draws all of their attention for the moment, Hongjoong’s fingers sinking a little firmer into your shoulder as he attempts to prevent you from taking another step forward. At the small, reassuring look you send his way, he backs off.

“This whole time, you’ve yet to address your sister by her name.” You observe, coming to crouch before her. That stone is still held tightly in your left hand, and you use it as a lifeline for the moment as you steel your nerves. “That’s pointed on your part.”

“She doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of having anyone speak her name more than is absolutely necessary.” Mina’s brow furrows, bitterness now clear on her features. “Once is too much.”

You hum, bringing a finger up to guide her gaze back to your own briefly. Once you have her attention, your eyes locked with her own, you notice she cannot look away.

“She always got what she wanted, didn’t she? No questions. No consequence.” You watch her eyes flash, a small scowl pulling at her lips. “How many times had you heard someone tell her that this would be the last time, only for it to become a blatant lie?”

“All she ever did was take and take until there was nothing left for her to desire anymore,” Mina spits, her hands now clenched into fists at her sides. “Even if she had the entire world, it would never be enough for her.”

“She wanted it all, and she didn’t care who she took down in the process.” You add, watching as Mina nods furiously along with your words.

“Her two end goals were destroying you, and claiming the throne with King Yeosang at her side.” Mina confirms.

Little do you see the way all eight of them stiffen around the room. Yunho’s lids fall shut almost immediately, his eyes darting around every which way beneath them as he continues to work to untangle that thread of memories while you speak.

“I’m sure Dimitri didn’t like that idea all that much,” you hum, a slight quirk to your brow.

“No, the warlock was none too pleased to learn of that little detail in her plan-“ Mina’s breath hitches, voice suddenly failing her.

A collective stillness passes over the room.

“Dimitri was with you the day she came for a visit, wasn’t he?” You press, watching every twitch of her features carefully.

“Yes!” A flash of clarity shines within Mina’s eyes, of which widen suddenly. “Yes, Your Majesty. He was!”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Yunho nodding subtly.

Mina begins to blink rapidly, brow tugging downwards as she suddenly clutches the side of her head in pain. Her breathing starts to become laboured, and you can see her eyes darting every which way around the room.

“Hey, hey,” you draw her attention to you once more, expression softening as you gently clasp her free hand in your own. “Look at me.” She does, eyes fixated on your own at your command. Firmly, you press that stone still held in your one hand against the skin of her palm, grounding her to you. “Get her out of your own head.”

Mina’s eyes squeeze shut. “She’s not alone.”

“It’s Dimitri, isn’t it?” Your voice is gentle, much softer than it had been only a moment before.

She nods, no longer able to verbalize her responses.

“She hurt him, too.” You say. “She killed his wife and two children to grab hold over him.”

“Family never meant much to her, anyways.” She replies, sadly. “I wondered why he looked so sad.”

“Sad?” You inquire, tilting your head slightly as you move to rest on your knees before her.

“He held himself firmly, but you cannot hide a broken interior.” Mina breathes, squeezing your hand slightly in her own.

“No,” you hum in agreement, understanding flashing within your gaze. “You truly can’t.”

Slowly, you push yourself back to your feet, noticing how Mina opts to remain on her knees before you. Carefully, she leans her head forward to rest on you hands still holding onto her own.

“Thank you, My Queen,” a tear lands on your skin, followed by another, and then another. “Thank you.”

“Whatever for, Mina?” Your brow furrows slightly as you continue to stare down at her.

The way she looks up at you in awe, gratitude shining within her teary eyes, has your breath hitching in your throat.

“You understand me.” She squeezes your hand once more. “My mind feels lighter because of you.”

“I doubt that was because of me,” you smile faintly, eyes briefly darting over towards where Yunho stands off to the side, his gaze already fixated on you. The pride you can see swirling within him as he looks at you so fondly has a warmth blooming in your chest, a subtle heat creeping up your neck. A look that you have no doubt is mirrored on seven other male’s faces behind you as you can feel their stares locked on your very figure.

“I don’t remember everything, yet,” she continues, a slight furrow to her brow as she attempts to recall more of her locked memories, “but things are starting to become clearer.”

“Were you able to tell us all that you came here for today?” You slowly help her back onto her feet, staring into her eyes as she stands across from you.

“I believe so,” she takes a moment to contemplate your words. At the way you raise an eyebrow, she blinks. “I remembered seeing another figure in my memories with her. I realize now it was Dimitri. She hardly ever did ‘meetings’ with Malik present.”

At her words, a mild surprise pulls at more than just your own features.

“Malik was used for more behind the scenes operations for the rebellion.” She adds. “Miyeon didn’t trust him to do the true dirty work. Hell, she didn’t trust anybody.”

You hum, somewhat in feigned understanding. “What a sad life to lead.”

“Indeed.” Mina confirms. Then, in the next moment, she’s blinking, as if remembering where she is, and who she stands before. Awkwardly, she clears her throat, pulling her hands out of your grasp as a vibrant red spreads across her cheeks. “Oh my, I am so sorry for intruding on your personal space like that, Your Majesty.”

Frantically, she begins to bow, eyes darting around the room to look at the eight males still observing the scene before them.

“It’s okay, Mina.” You chuckle, gently grasping her arms as you straighten her in her spot. The poor girl looks like a deer caught in headlights as you drop your hands back to your sides. “I’m sorry for invading your personal space.”

The red across her features darkens as she averts her gaze bashfully. “I don’t mind at all, My Queen.”

Low growls of warning echo around the room from each male present. Only, they’re cut off by your boisterous laughter.

“Oh, Reina would love you.” You grin, taking a step back from the demon fidgeting before you beneath the intense stares of all Eight Kings of the Realm. You snort, moving back beside Hongjoong for the moment and nudging him gently. “Will you all knock it off.”

Immediately, the tension is lessoning within the room.

Mina clears her throat. “Who’s Reina?”

“Never you mind for now,” you chuckle, tucking that small stone into the front pocket of your jeans. “I’m sure you’ll meet her sooner, than later.”

“I hope to be able to gain her favour, then.” Mina bows her head slightly. “She sounds important to you.”

Again, you hum in acknowledgement. “Depends. Do you like photography?”

There’s something endearing about the way Mina smiles shyly. “In all honesty, I’ve always had a passion for it, My Queen.”

“Starlight, I don’t think now is the time to be playing matchmaker.” Mingi takes a step forward, to which you spare a glance at him from over your shoulder.

You shrug, sitting back down in you seat for the moment. “I’m just looking out for my girl.”

Hongjoong chuckles softly before turning back to face Mina in front of you.

“Is there anything else we should know about?” His voice commands the room, and even you find yourself straightening slightly in your spot.

“I have said all that I have come here to say.” Mina bows once more. “I thank you again for allowing me to seek council in your own domain, Your Majesties.”

All she receives is a few curt nods in response from the eight of them while you smile kindly at her from across the way. A moment later, and Stella has flown over to Mina’s shoulder, perching there as Yunho teleports them both out of the room.

As soon as you’re alone with the eight of them once more, a weight you hadn’t realized you’d been holding onto lifts from your shoulder. Breathing a sigh of relief, you practically deflate into the chair.

“Where did that come from?” Wooyoung’s tone holds nothing but pleasant surprise as they all look at you for the time being.

You spare a sudden nervous glance around at all of them now that their gazes are locked on you. “I’m sorry?”

The way your voice trails upwards at the end of your sentence has Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho all raising their brows amusedly at you.

“What ever would you need to apologize for, My Love?” Hongjoong kneels beside you, taking your hand into his own. Nothing but pride shines behind his eyes as he meets your gaze, gently bringing the back of your hand up to his lips to place a tender kiss upon your skin. “You handled that beautifully.”

Mingi steps in behind you, gently brushing his hand over the top of your head. “Our Queen.”

Eight content rumbles reach your ears, and you find you cannot prevent the way warmth blooms on your cheeks once more.

“I thought I totally messed that up.” You admit lowly, sinking further into the chair you’re in.

“Not at all, Petal,” Yunho shakes his head, loving smile stretching across his features. “Because of you, I was able to untangle more of that knot of memories within her mind.”

“Really?” For the second time that day, you fail to hide how hopeful you sound. At the way he nods, you cannot prevent the way a large smile tugs at your lips.

“What else did you find?” Yeosang turns towards the taller male.

“Everything she spoke was the truth,” Yunho says, a firm nod to his head. “That, and Mina had to be held back while her sister and Dimitri implemented such a charm on her mind. Though, It seems she’s right about Dimitri. Perhaps we might be able to free his mind once we free her own.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?” You reply, looking around at all of them.

“To an extent.” Seonghwa confirms. “We still know next to nothing about her plans with Malik, or when and where they plan to strike.”

“We also have no idea why she chose her allies the way she did.” Jongho frowns, leaning forward to rest his one arm on the table.

Your own arms cross over your chest, gaze staring intently at the floor near your feet. A million different thoughts race through your mind for the moment, not all of them pleasant.

“Are the dragons the only ones we know of that have denied a proposition to form an alliance with her?” Your calculating gaze shifts from the floor to spare a look around at all of them.

“As far as we know.” Hongjoong confirms. “Only the sirens have betrayed us.”

“For now.” San huffs, a roll to his eyes.

“Dimitri’s hunters, witches, and warlocks might not have had a choice in the matter.” Yeosang moves to sit himself in one of the other chairs at the table beside you.

“Are there more of them than just the ones who ally with Dimitri?” You ask, curiosity gleaming within your eyes.

“There are,” Mingi confirms with a slight grimace, “but there aren’t many you want to be associating yourself with. Those are the ones who only do business with you if it benefits them greatly. Most of the time, they’re the ones who make sure you end up dead.”

“There are also those that remain undiscovered.” Wooyoung adds, leaning once more against the side of the table.

“Undiscovered?” You tilt your head slightly.

“Either they choose to remain hidden to live in peace, or they are unaware of the power they possess.” Seonghwa explains.

“Ah, I see,” you hum in understanding. “So, attempting to find them is essentially a waste of time.”

“Essentially,” San agrees. “Unless you know where to look.”

“We don’t have time for that.” Yeosang shakes his head.

“We could always proposition the lycans,” Mingi suggests. “They’re always itching for a good fight to expel their energy.”

“If the gorgons and harpies fail, we might just have to.” Hongjoong’s lips pull downwards as he lets out a long exhale through his nose.

“I just can’t figure out what she could have possibly promised them to sway them onto her side.” Yunho stares deeply at the top of the table, wracking his brain for a solution to a problem he can’t quite comprehend.

“I doubt they would have agreed if she told them she had plans to rule over everything.” You voice, jaw twitching slightly as your mind continues to race.

“Everything?” Yeosang meets your gaze, confusion clear in his eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

“I have a theory, and I don’t think any of us are going to like it very much.” You grimace slightly, standing back to your feet in the next moment.

“What are you thinking, Darling?” Jongho watches as you turn around to face him and his brothers fully.

You let out a brief exhale through your nose. “I need to talk to Wyno.”

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 14]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Yunho chewed on the nail of his thumb nervously as he sat in his car. How was he supposed to act when he saw you today? He left you, asleep on your couch last night. Well, he wrote a note but should he have woken you up?

"Argh!" He fell forward onto his steering wheel. Yunho inwardly cringed, imaging how if his mother knew, she would nag him for being 'un-gentlemanly'.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Yunho looked up to see San there, tilting his head in confusion, having seen the taller's quiet outcry.

"You okay?" San asked. Yunho nodded glumly. He gathered his things and got out of the car. Seeing the two other cars parked there, he knew that the kitchen crew was in already.

"We had a break yesterday, why do you look more tired?" San chuckled, slinging his arm around Yunho's shoulders.

"I'm fine, San. I just stayed up too late playing." Yunho said.

"Yeah, after abandoning Yeosang and I mid-game. What gives man?" San raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I just had to suddenly go somewhere for... a thing..." Yunho tried his best not to give anything away, making San scoff. They walked in together and the kitchen was already bustling, as expected. While San greeted everyone excitedly, Yunho ducked into the locker room to put his stuff down.

"Morning." Yunho gulped, greeting everyone. You were standing at the other side, your back to him. With your music playing in your ears, you didn't hear his soft greeting.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked. Yunho nodded his head, going to the front of the house to get the barista counter ready.

"I'll start the bacon garnish for the bacon quiches coming out." You said, turning around.

"Before that, taste test this, please." Jongho placed one of the pastries on the board and cut into it with his knife. The crisp sound of pastry sounded through kitchen.

"So layer of puff at the bottom, layered the thin potatoes over and doted camembert cheese with thyme and black pepper." He said.

"Mmm, it's good. How did you prep the potatoes?" You asked while chewing the bite.

"Thinly sliced, then cooked in cream for a bit until just before tender then I laid it over the pastry. Oh, I also shredded some gruyere over. And 5 minutes before it was done, I cracked the black pepper over, was worried it might burn in the oven." He explained.

"Good decision. Hwa, Woo, come taste." You called them over. Jongho cut them wedge to try. Seonghwa nodded in approval while Wooyoung happily leaned on Jongho.

"This is amazing. You, just promote him to sous already." Wooyoung said to you.

"He's been doing the duties of a sous for so long, he just doesn't want to take the title." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I would rather not work the pass. I'm fine doing prep when I can." Jongho said, bringing the other potato camembert pastries to the side for service later.

"Working the peanut butter frosting now for the chocolate cake." Wooyoung announced, running to the mixer.

"Orange pound cake ready to hit the ovens." Seonghwa said.

"I'll start on the candied orange peel topping while you make the drizzle?" You asked him. He nodded and you both started on those tasks. Yunho peeked through the small window, you seemed fine. You weren't unhappy and Seonghwa didn't look like he wanted to kill Yunho so maybe he was fine.

"Aww." He whimpered with dread, his shoulders slumping slightly. Mingi, who was standing there, watched his best friend with much confusion. He chuckled before moving over.

"Yunho."

"AH!" Yunho jumped, falling back slightly while panting with his hand over his chest in fear.

"Buddy, what is wrong with you?" Mingi asked. Having heard Yunho scream, you poked your head out. Yunho and Mingi both looked over at you.

"Everything okay here?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Mingi shrugged, nodding over to Yunho.

"I'm fine. Thanks, (y/n)." Yunho cleared his throat, straightening up. You nodded slowly, not really knowing what was happening between them but you didn't really care to get involved.

"Oh, yeah. Yunho, you left your scarf at mine last night. It's in my cubby." You said and Yunho nodded before you went back into the kitchen. Mingi's eyes were wide, his jaw slightly slacked as he turned to his best friend.

"You left your what where?" Mingi asked.

"She invited me to her place for dinner last night." Yunho explained with a sigh.

"Is that why you've been distracted and jumpy?" Mingi questioned again. Yunho nodded then shook his head, then ultimately just let his head drop in frustration.

"Ah... no, it's not that." Yunho grumbled, rubbing his temples. Mingi just playfully smirked.

"It's okay, Yun." Mingi teased, wrapped his arm around his best friend.

"What's going on?" Hongjoong came over.

"So our dear boss here, apparently left San and Yeosang mid game yesterday. Yes, they complained to me about it. But what I've heard is that our boy here, actually left to go to (y/n)'s place for dinner. Even left his scarf there." Mingi informed. Hongjoong's eyes widened as Yunho facepalmed.

"You suck, Mingi. I'll explain what actually happened when I clear my head." Yunho rolled his eyes and entered the kitchen.

"Hey." Yunho came to you. You held a hand out to him as you were stirring something in the sauce pan, taking a spoon to taste it.

"Yeah. What's up? I already told you that your scarf is in my cubby, get it yourself if you need it." You said, still moving along the bench but at least were listening to Yunho now.

"No, not that. Thanks by the way. I just... you're not mad?" Yunho winced as he asked.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" You scoffed.

"Because I just left you there on the couch...?" Yunho rubbed the back of his neck. You stopped, staring at the wall before turning to look at Yunho.

"And what do you think you should have done instead? Yunho, I'm not mad. I would have been if you had actually woken me up. And anyway, the person who should be mad is you. I invited you over and fell asleep." You shrugged.

"No! I'm not mad at all! I know... it's tiring cooking a lot. I'm still really grateful and enjoyed myself." Yunho gulped. By now, the entire kitchen had gone quiet, with the 3 listening in.

"Nice to hear that you did. I brought leftovers if you're interested." You told him.

"You did?!" His eyes sparkled.

"Yes, I just said I did." You side eyed him. Yunho let out a sigh of relief, throwing his head back as he began to laugh. He was worried over nothing, you weren't mad.

"There's not much time. You need to open the restaurant." You checked the wall clock.

"The restaurant?... Oh yeah! Opening time!" He jumped and ran out the door to the front, leaving you there, blinking.

"So..."

"Shut up. It's nothing." You rolled your eyes, cutting Wooyoung off. Seonghwa just chuckled at how Wooyoung whined at your lack of sharing. He was curious too, he hadn't heard you mention anything about Yunho being over when he called you yesterday. Maybe he'll ask you later.

"I'm more interested in what you cooked him. He was so excited about leftovers." Jongho raised his hand. You sighed while Seonghwa and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"Short rib bourguignon..." You mumbled softly, looking at your fingernails instead of directly at them.

"What?"

"Short rib bourguignon..." You said again, albeit a little louder but still tried to keep your voice low. There was suddenly a wave of silence that washed over the kitchen.

"You made him our favourite dish?! Don't tell me you made it with bone marrow."

"How could you?"

"We've been asking you to make that for so long!"

All the protests came at you. You scrunched your nose, rubbing your temples before turning back to your counter and finishing your work. You've never given into their short rib bourguignon request just to mess with them and hold it over them.

"Fine, yes, I made it for him with bone marrow, everything. I wanted him to try it okay? Because his favourite thing is galbi jjim so I wanted to let him try it." You said.

"Mash or pasta?" Seonghwa asked.

"Both. Roasted garlic mash and pappardelle." You told them, taking the trays out of the oven when the timers were up.

"Wow... Even gave him options..." Wooyoung shook his head with a click of his tongue, conveying the betrayal that he felt. You shot him a flat look.

"You guys have had it before! And you guys are capable of making it on your own." You hissed.

"And don't tell me that Yunho can make it on his own too because we know he can't." You glared at them before they could reply.

"Alright, alright. We accept your apology. Now, let's discuss the dinner menu." Jongho patted your shoulders. You cast him a look, you didn't even apologise to them.

"Let me bring this out for service." Seonghwa brought out the other bacon quiches to display. You grabbed a piece of paper and your sharpie, beginning to brainstorm with Wooyoung and Jongho on dishes for tonight's dinner menu. Hongjoong said that there were already quite some reservations coming in.

"We should do a chopped romesco sauce. Don't blend it, do a fine chop on the board for texture." Wooyoung suggested. You nodded, writing it down.

"Sorry, what are we serving with that?" Seonghwa came back in, having heard Wooyoung's idea.

"Chicken roulade. Stuffed with perilla leaf and garlic chives. Sous vide and finish off in a pan to get some colour on it." You said.

"If we have the sous vide going, let's do barramundi on the grill. Sous vide cherry tomatoes and fennel in that Korean aged white soy sauce to serve alongside." Seonghwa raised his hand.

"I think we need starches. With the chicken, potato parsnip puree? And I think with the barramundi, like a rice pilaf."

"What do you suggest we flavour the rice with?" You asked Jongho.

"Mixed herbs, paprika, lemon zest and we make it slightly creamy with emulsification of cold butter to finish it off. Just slightly to accompany the meatier fish and tartness of the cherry tomatoes." Jongho replied.

"Main starch?" Wooyoung asked. You put the sharpie down, scratching your head as you walked into the walk in to check the ingredients that you had.

"Seafood pasta. Blend the roe of the scallops, make a light sauce. Serve it with seared scallop meat, grilled prawns, clams, squid. I want the prawn shells for a prawn oil to go over." You said.

"Yes, chef." The 3 replied.

"Are we doing bucatini?" Seonghwa clarified. You nodded your head slowly, too focused on the sauce instead.

"Let's mix some chogochujang (spicy sauce usually served with seafood and Korean raw fish) into the sauce to add brightness. I want the tartness from the vinegar."

"Sure." They all took their own notes for what they would be doing for the night.

"Okay, let's discuss appetisers before we get too hung up on the mains. Then desserts." You pulled up another piece of paper. Yunho came in to listen to your brainstorming session. But with what happened earlier, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho stopped talking, looking at him.

"What?" You looked up from the paper when they went silent. Turning around, you saw that Yunho was standing there. You hadn't even heard him come in.

"Guys, focus." You frowned.

"Right... So I was saying yukhoe (Korean raw beef) but with a chimichurri. We got a fattier cut of beef, it should cut nicely."

"Okay. Hwa, you're on that for tonight then." You hummed and wrote it down.

"I kind of want to do a soup. What soup can we do with what we have?" You asked. Jongho and Wooyoung walked into the walk in to check the inventory.

"White bean?" Jongho suggested.

"I would like to save the white bean for cassoulet stew tomorrow. What are our other options?" You said.

"We can do wild mushroom soup with doenjang." Wooyoung proposed. You all thought about it as a concept, mushrooms do go well with heavier, more fermented flavours. You nodded and added it to the list.

"You okay to handle that on your own?" You asked. Wooyoung gave you a thumbs up. Then you moved onto desserts. Yunho watched you quietly, he was always so mesmerised by you.

The way you commanded the attention in the room, the way the others looked at you with such respect and reverence.

"Alright. That settles it. Let's get the sous vides going and we'll break for the day." You said.

"Anything I can help with?" Yunho asked.

"Yes, actually. Help us fill those bins and stick the sous vide in while we begin the prep." You said. Yunho nodded, he knew how to do that, you've taught him before.

"(y/n) and I on the tomatoes and fennel. Hwa hyung and Jongho on the chicken? We'll help when we're done here." Wooyoung asked.

"Sure." Seonghwa and Jongho started on the chicken. When Yunho was done setting the sous vides up, he went to help them. Jongho gave him the mallet to pound the chicken until it was flat and even. Seonghwa prepared the filling of mainly perilla leave and garlic chives that would go in the middle.

"It reminds me of a roll cake.... but like, meat." Yunho chuckled as Jongho explained the dish to him.

"Well, that's essentially the idea." Seonghwa said. While you made the 'marinade' for the vegetables, Wooyoung quickly prepared and sliced the fennel.

"What's that?" Yunho asked.

"White soy sauce." Leaning over to grab a tasting spoon, you pour a little on and handed it to Yunho for him to taste it.

"It doesn't look and taste like soy sauce. It's sweeter? And not as salty as I expected. How do they make the colour so light?" He asked, tasting the bit of sauce.

"White soy has more wheat than soy beans and is fermented for a much shorter period of time. That means less sugars are broken down, that's why it has a sweeter taste." You explained.

"Can you use it as a dip? Like for fish." He thought out loud.

"Not really. It is used more in cooking to enhance flavours. So the cherry tomatoes we got are a little sour, that's why we're using the sweetness and lightness of the white soy to balance it without adding straight sugar." Wooyoung added.

"Doing the same for the fennel." You said. You held open the sous vide bags for Wooyoung to dump the ingredients in.

"How's the chicken coming along?" When you and Wooyoung prepared the vegetables, you went over to where Jongho and Seonghwa were.

"You can start trussing the meat while we finish up." Seonghwa said. You hummed and grabbed the butchers' twine.

"Ooh, what's going on here?" Yeosang came in.

"Watching them prep for dinner. And helping." Yunho said. Yeosang leaned down to watch you secure the rolled up chicken with twine after Wooyoung rolls it with filling.

"Looks like a lollipop." Yeosang laughed. That made you let out a small laugh, nodding in agreement.

"What is the green filling?" He asked.

"Perilla leaf, garlic chives, salt and white pepper." You replied. Yeosang nodded his head, impressed and interested in the dish. He took his phone out to take a picture of the rolled up chicken. When Hongjoong came in for his break, Yunho went back out to support the other boys.

"Okay, let's start a timer and head out." You instructed. The 4 of you went to get your things. You grabbed Yunho's scarf and container of leftovers, tucking them beside his bag.

"Bye. See you tonight." Hongjoong waved with a smile, Yeosang too. The 4 of you headed out for the rest of the day.

"Kitchen crew just went home." Yeosang said, stretching his arms over his head.

"This is bomb." Mingi said, stuffing his face with a slice of bacon quiche. San leaned over with his mouth open for Mingi to feed him but Mingi merely pulled his plate away.

"Get you own." Mingi growled.

"I just want a bite! And that's the last slice!" San whined. Mingi rolled his eyes, giving in and letting San have a bite.

"Mmm, it is good. The meaty bacon in the quiche with the crispy bacon on top." He said as he chewed. Yunho waved for San to help make the drinks for the orders that were coming in. Mingi continued to have his break behind Yunho.

"So, can you explain what's up with you and (y/n) now?" Mingi asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"A little busy here." Yunho replied, keying in the order so San would get the ticket to prepare the drink. He stepped away from the cash register to help San.

"Thank you. Please come again." He smiled, handing the drinks to the customers.

"There's something going on between you and (y/n)?" San asked while scooping ice into the cups.

"Nothing. Mingi is just spouting nonsense. As usual. (y/n) and I are just... friends." Yunho rolled his eyes, ignoring the way his chest felt warm when he called you a 'friend'. Mingi scoffed at Yunho's words.

"You were at her house yesterday." Mingi pointed out.

"You're at my house all the time. Does that mean there's anything going on between us?" Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"Well, there can be. But you playing. I told you we could get married if the law allowed it." Mingi teased, making San laugh. Yunho sighed, facepalming at Mingi's words. People would seriously misunderstand if they had heard him. Yunho's mother thought Mingi was serious when he mentioned marriage prospects jokingly.

"Wait, is that why you left me and Yeosang to die?" San asked in disbelief and betrayal. Yunho ignored him so he turned to Mingi, who nodded in confirmation.

"Wah, Yunho ah. How could you?" San shook his head with much disapproval.

"She invited me for dinner. That's it. Nothing happened. We talked about food and cooking." Yunho said briefly.

"You just left after eating?" Mingi tilted his head.

"She fell asleep on the couch. It felt awkward for me to continue to stay so I left." Yunho revealed. Mingi and San burst out laughing, making Yunho shush them since customers were around.

"Were you so boring that she fell asleep?" San could barely get his question out between his laughs.

"She was tired from cooking. The dish she cooked me was a difficult dish and it took her a long time to cook it." Yunho frowned.

"Wow, she put in that much effort to make dinner for you? That's really nice, Yunho ah. You should do something to thank her." Mingi adviced. Yunho nodded, he knew he should repay you but he didn't know how.

"How? I didn't even know what kind of gift to bring to her house. I brought her my favorite cold brew coffee... She said she liked it but I don't know." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck.

"You'll think of something." San patted his shoulder with encouragement.

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you’re on your own kid | e.m

eddie munson x pregnant!reader

summary: set after the events of season four, Steve has disappeared and is presumed dead in the upside down. broken and now left to deal with your pregnancy alone, Eddie takes it upon himself to support you to the best of his abilities in Steve’s absence.

content warnings: fem!reader, adult language, adult themes, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, angst, some canon divergence, mentions of death, reader is 19, slow burn

word count: 1.5K+

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Part One: Blood, Sweat and Tears

Gone. The word echoed through your head like a broken record as you sit motionless against the rusting fridge in your poor excuse for a kitchen. The moment you saw the crew walking back to you, sans Steve, with their heads hung low, you knew. Dustin's eyes met yours, heavy with emotion and you couldn’t contain it. He wasn’t coming back.

The last few hours have been a blur. Robin driving you home, offering to stay the night, pushing aside her own needs post Upside-Down to make sure yours were accommodated first. But all you wanted, needed, right now was to be alone. The second she shut the door to the trailer behind her, the silence filled the space and it all came crashing down.

He’s gone, and he didn’t even know.

From the get-go, you and Steve had never been anything serious. You had started out strictly friends-with-benefits, a name on one another’s rotating rosters. But as the year passed, you began spending time with his circle and cutting out the other men in your life. He introduced you to Robin, who you immediately clicked with and twisted Keith’s arm until he offered you a job at Family Video with the duo. You would accompany him on “babysitting” duties, as Dustin often insisted on your presence to keep Steve in line. Despite the casual nature of your relationship, you and Steve had grown closer by the day. You knew he was still seeing other girls, but that didn’t bother you. After all, that’s all this was meant to be: casual, detached.

And then that fucking test happened.

It started off as a slow Tuesday morning with Robin, the two of you using the front counter of Family Video as your personal breakfast bar. You unwrapped your monstrosity of a meal, a PBJ sandwich with pickles and Hot Cheetos on the side.

“Jesus Christ, did someone hold you hostage and force you to make that?” She gawked at your sandwich, inspecting the leftover half as you shoved the soft white bread into your mouth. You let out a dramatic hum as the salty yet sweet combination hit your tongue, quickly following it with the heat from the Cheetos to ensure maximum taste to texture impact.

“Shit, so good! Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s like sex in your mouth.” You replied, the thick peanut butter coating your teeth and muffling your words. Robin dropped the sandwich down on the counter, clearly not about to partake in your offer to share this morning.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’m happy with my choice, thank you very much.” She proudly unwraps her breakfast muffin. Thick orange American cheese hangs over the lip, nestled between fatty bacon and a sunny-side up egg. You wrinkle your nose in disgust, waving your hand in her direction.

“Oh god, get that away from me! The smell of the egg-” You shake your head, pacing a few steps backwards to get away from the stench of her unappetising breakfast choice. She quirks her brow at you, you can practically see the cogs turning in her brain.

“You love my Buckley McMuffins.”

“Not today, I don’t.” You can feel your stomach churning, and reach for your large cherry slushie, hoping the sugary-sweet drink will quell the storm brewing in your tummy.

Robin’s expression begins to morphe as she studies you intently, like a child fascinated by their favorite animal at the zoo. You, on the other hand, are not so impressed by her gawking.

“What?!” You snap, slightly irritated. Immediately, you feel a wash of guilt come over you, why did you just snap at her like that? “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“You and Steve are using protection, right?” You practically choke on your slushie at the candidness of her question so early in the morning.

“Robin!”

“I don’t need all the details of your sex life. I’m just wondering-”

“Of course we do! God, the last thing I need right now is a kid.” You shake the mere thought out of your head.

“Yeah, no totally. I mean, pregnancy alone is a lot to deal with, y’know, what with all the cravings and hormones making you snappy and irritable-”

“Robin.”

“- not to mention the nausea-”

“I had a bad fish taco last week! And I-”

“-Restlessness, acne, your boobs get massive-”

“Robin! I-” You shake your head at her insinuations. “Wait, do you think my boobs have gotten bigger?”

Her eyes widen as she nods her head. “Um, hello! You’re giving the Elvira cut-out a run for her money. We should take her down and just have you stand in the window.”

Oh, she’s serious. You let out an incredulous laugh.

“Absolutely not, like there’s no way! I mean, Steve and I are careful. Like, most of the time. And I would have noticed by now if something was off? Like, yeah, my period has been a bit all over the shop lately but that’s normal…” Robin squints slightly at you as she watches you subconsciously shift from trying to convince her to trying to convince yourself. The realization begins to wash over you, and you feel the pit of your stomach drop. “Oh, fuck.”

The two of you took an extended lunch break to take a trip to the store, and three tests later, your fears were confirmed. Your head began racing a million miles an hour, and thankfully Robin was happy to cover for you for the rest of the day. How were you going to tell Steve?

And then, suddenly, there was no time. Now, you’ll never have the chance to tell him.

A gutteral sob left your throat before you had the chance to register it, bringing you crashing down to reality. Sitting on the laminate floors of your cramped kitchen, the overhead fluorescent illuminating your shaking legs extended in front of you. Unable and unwilling to hold back your emotions any longer, you opened the floodgates and allowed tears to flow freely down your cheeks. The type of pain where it felt like your heart was being crushed in your chest, diaphragm spasming as it struggled to keep up with the pace of your sobs. You tucked your knees into your chest and hugged them tightly, as if willing to vanish from this world completely. You’re not sure how long you stay there for, time seemingly pausing for your pain. It’s not until you hear a sharp knock at the door that you’re snapped back to reality.

“Go away, Robin.” She really is a wonderful friend, but seeing her in this state is the absolute last thing you need right now.

Another knock.

You throw your head back against the cool surface of the fridge in defeat before getting to your feet. Wiping away the streaks of tears that now stain your puffy and pink cheeks, you make a miniscule effort to pull yourself together as you walk to the door, hoping to make this interaction brief.

“Robin, please, just go home-” You swing open the creaking door, running a hand over your face in exasperation. Instead of being greeted with Robin’s smaller frame, you’re instead confronted with a taller, darker frame. Despite being obscured by the dim night, the mess of hair crowning his head is unmistakable.

“Eddie?” As he takes a step closer to the door, you can now see he’s looking worse for wear, despite having cleaned up post Upside-Down. Fresh cuts mark his face, dirt under his fingernails indicate his attention wasn’t on the details of his appearance.

“Hey.” He quietly mumbles, staring down at his stained Reeboks. “I, um- I just wanted to see how you were going.”

You purse your lips together, trying to keep the floodgates closed until you are back in your bubble of solitude.

“Yeah. I’m- I’m here.” That’s the best you can do right now, here sums it up. You’re still here, unlike Steve…

You scrunch up your face into a forced smile, hoping that will satiate Eddie. He gives a solemn nod, clearing his throat as he contemplates his next words. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, and you can’t help but wonder if someone has sent him here to check up on you. Dustin, perhaps?

“Well, I’ll uh- leave you to it.” He chews nervously on his lower lip, sure to break one of the fresh scabs that has begun to crust over. “But um- y’know if you’re ever not okay or just like, need some help or company or whatever- you know where to find me.”

He gestures to the adjacent trailer, and you give a small but more genuine smile.

“Sure, Eddie. You too, okay?” He gives a nod and a small wave as he turns back to his home, and you close the door behind him.

You lean against the frame and pull up your oversized sweatshirt, pushing the thought of how it once belonged to Steve out of your mind. You peer down at your slightly swollen belly, a barely noticeable bump protruding but undetectable to anyone who was unaware. You take a deep inhale as you run your fingertips against the delicate skin.

It’s nice to know you’ll never be completely alone.

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Behind Closed Doors: Skeleton Key part 3

Choi San x (fem)Reader feat Jung Wooyoung

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Skeleton Key Part: 1 2

Series Summary: You and your Boss, San, have a rather interesting relationship. After a year of you being his favourite Hostess at a local club, he becomes your senior at your office, and now your boyfriend. Your relationship is going smoothly, that is until an old love reemerges into your life. You'll now need to balance work, your new love and your old love.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Established Relationship, Unprotected Sex, Language.

Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

The work week went smoother than you expected. By Thursday afternoon you feel comfortable with having Wooyoung in the office. The tension seems to have lifted. Wooyoung spends less time focusing on you, and more time on the project he’s working on with San.

You walk into San’s office, carrying a late lunch for the three of you. The men are seated at the couch, papers scattered around. You tune out their voices, opening the meals before handing them off. San first. He offers you a thankful smile, returning his gaze back to papers. You then grab Wooyoung’s meal.

You sigh softly to yourself, noticing an error with his food. I’m pretty sure I said so cucumbers. Unconsciously, you begin removing the cucumbers before setting it in front of Wooyoung. He doesn’t look up from his work, but San had.

“How did you know that”

You freeze, mid squat. You furrow your brows in confusion, slowly seating yourself at the end of the couch.

“Know what?”

“Wooyoung hates cucumbers”

You look over to Woo, who’s full attention is on you now. You aimlessly stab the cucumbers you placed into your dish.

“He told me” You retort quickly, shoving some of the cucumbers into your mouth “He let me know after I ordered”

Wooyoung turns his attention to his food, avoiding your eyes and San’s. He plays with a piece of chicken before glancing up to San, who is staring him down. San leans forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. He drops his food on the table, causing it to spill out of the dish. You look between San and Wooyoung. The tension radiates off of San. You can see that he is skeptical, but you also wonder if you’re just being paranoid about the situation.

You take a piece of your sushi, placing it on the side of San’s plate. The three of you sit in silence still. The tension, beginning to feel just plain awkward. Wooyoung stands, excusing himself for a moment. You wish you thought of doing that first. You slide closer to San on the couch, placing a hand on his thigh.

“What's wrong? Why are you acting so strange?”

“Why are you?”

You pull your hand back, flinching at San’s words. They were sharp. You know now that you're not just being paranoid.

“Ever since Wooyoung started working with us, you-“ San pauses a minute before looking at you

“Both of you, actually, are acting really fucking weird”

You can’t help but feel like you’ve done something wrong. That San was scolding you. In a way, you did. Wooyoung did kiss you first, but you didn’t stop him right away. You look down at your hands in your lap, playing with your finger nails. The moment isn’t bad enough, Wooyoung’s timing is impeccable. He walks back into the office, sweets in hand.

You stand as he passes by, cleaning up the dishes and left overs from your partially eaten lunches. “I’ll get back to work” You murmur softly.

You rush to your desk before either man can say anything to you. You hang your head, leaning on your desk. A heavy puff of air leaves your lungs. That’s when you notice the brightly coloured package leaning against your monitor. The plastic crinkles as you pick it up. Chocolate covered peanuts.

You look up slowly, looking to Wooyoung. He’s focused on eating, but nodding along to whatever San is saying. He glances towards you, but you sit quickly, to avoid being seen by him. You stare at the candy in front of you. It's the same brand he would always buy for you whenever you were upset. You tear the package open slowly, pouring a few candies in your hand.

The candies roll in the palm of your hand. A sickly sweet smell travels up your nose when you bring a candy to your lips. You sigh, feeling guilty. You know San isn't stupid. You know he's fully aware that there is some sort of connection between you and Wooyoung. It's only a matter of time before he figures it out. Or Wooyoung tells him

* * *

The drive home feels uncomfortable, for you at least. San has been quiet since you got in. His eyes remain on the road, regardless of how many times you try to sneak a look at him. You purse your lips a little, giving in and staring out the window. The city feels so busy. Lights everywhere you look, and cars backed up from that after work traffic.

You sigh heavily, leaning your head on the window. The warmth of San's hand slips into yours. You look down at your hands together, then up to his face. A small smile pulls your lips, seeing him looking at you. Your chest tightens, though a feeling of relief swells.

“It’s been really stressful lately” San starts. His lips pout, turning his attention back to the road. You give his hand a gentle squeeze. “Having Woo around just brings me back to University too”

A sour taste coats your mouth. You swallow hard, your face becoming sullen. San opens his mouth to continue speaking, but instead, he chuckles a puff of air and shakes his head. You squeeze his hand again, slipping your fingers through his.

San silences again the rest of the drive to your home. You keep your hand in his, pulling it into your lap. Your free hand rests on top, running your thumb over his skin.

You both sit in the car in silence in front of your place. San pulls your hands in his lap now, fiddling with your fingers.

“San?” You murmur

“You know I see how he looks at you” Sans blurted words surprise you.

Despite knowing things have been a little awkward lately between you and each man, you didn’t expect him to come clean so easily.

You take one of your hands from his, placing it on his cheek. You scoot your body closer to him, turning his face to look at you. His eyes fill with sadness, concern. You scan over his face, your thumb gliding over the beauty marks on his cheek.

“But I don’t look at him. Definitely not how I look at you”

His cheeks flush pink as he forces a small laugh

“I know, I just… remember how he was”

If only you knew.

You touch your lips to San’s cheek, kissing his dimple softly. San rests his head on yours, his lips now pulled into a genuine smile.

“Come inside?”

With the new project with Wooyoung, San’s new position, your second job, everything has been hectic. Stressful, just like San said. Most nights you went to your own homes after work. San pulls back a little, looking at the clock on his dash.

“Right now?”

You roll your eyes, opening the car door

“No, Papi” Your voice dripping with sarcasm

You pause a moment, pressing your lips together. Your eyes cast down over San’s body. You smile slightly, stepping out of the car. You lean over, looking at him through the doorway.

“Cum inside” You say again, this time, quieter. Teasing. You smirk at him, running your tongue over your teeth before shutting the car door.

You turn, walking quickly to your front door. San is quick to follow. It didn’t take long before you heard the fumbling of his keys and car door behind you. You glance over your shoulder, seeing him hot on your trail. You squeal a laugh, unlocking your door as fast as you can.

San's body collides into yours, pushing you up against the wall inside your apartment. His hands grip your hips firmly, keeping you still. You watch his face slowly change from playful to lust. His hooded eyes take in your body. You place a hand on each pec before bringing them closer together to the center. You grab hold his tie, pulling his chest into you.

“Papi”

Your words are barely a whisper, lips close to San’s he can feel your breath. One hand slides down San’s body. Over his stomach. Over his belt, landing on his crotch. You run your hand over him, cocking a brow. You give him a gentle squeeze

“I’m waiting..”

San cups your face with both hands. You expect to be ravished, but his lips are tender. San is not eager, but he kisses you deeply. Your hands land at his waist, curling in the belt loops of his pants. San breathes in sharply through his nose, pulling you closer to him. His hands fall onto your behind, lifting you up onto his body. Your hands move up onto San’s neck, legs now wrapping around his waist, locking at your ankles.

The heat in your core grows, filling your body. San carries you to your bedroom, one of his hands slipping underneath the back of your blouse. His fingers squeeze at the hooks of your bra, unclasping it with ease. As he sets you down on the bed, you keep your legs tight around his waist, pulling him down on top of you. A gentle moan leaves his lips when his growing erection pushes into you.

Your stomach knots with his sounds. You push your hands between your bodies, pulling at San’s belt. He lifts up his hips, his own hands sliding your skirt up higher on your hips and your panties down. You slip San’s pants down just enough for his erection to pop out. San rests his forehead onto yours, licking his lips with anticipation. He props himself up with one arm, the other locking his elbow with your knee.

San touches the tip of his head against your opening. Your walls clench eagerly, waiting to be filled. A quiet whimper passes your lips

“San. Please” Your words are hushed. Breathless.

San slings your leg over his shoulder, pushing his cock inside you. You arch your back, body stretching out under San’s. Your walls tighten around his length, rendering an elongated groan deep within his chest.

“Fuck” San growls. He pulls his body up higher on the bed, lifting your hips up off the mattress. His hips roll slowly at first, making sure his thrusts are full strides.

It’s been a while since you and San have been able to have any form of sexual activity. His cock throbs with each thrust, filling you, stretching you. You wrap your leg over San’s waist, rocking your hips with his movements. The added leverage pushes San deeper inside you. You can already feel the wetness dripping down your skin.

You grab San’s face, kissing him hungrily. His lips work with yours matching your passion. San searches for your hands. He grips them tightly, fingers laced through yours. San pushes your hands down onto the bed, landing on either side of your head.

He breaks the kiss, making eye contact with you instead. His eyes are heavy, lips parted with loud breaths passing through them. Your eyes scan rapidly over San's face. He always looks attractive in your eyes, but there's something about how vulnerable he looks to you right now on top of you.

San's skin glistens with a light layer of sweat. His eyes are dark, yet soft and they only focus on you. You squeeze his hands, raising your head up to reach his lips. San, instead, nudges your head to the side, burying his face in your neck.

You moan softly as San sucks at your skin. The sensation sends a shiver through your body, making you clench around San. The additional tightness thickens San inside you. A sudden animalistic grunt comes from San. He quickens his thrusts, his movements becoming sloppy.

You sigh a high pitched moan, San hitting your soft spot. Your leg shakes on top of San's shoulder, the pleasure rising fast. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut. San lets go of one hand, slipping underneath your ass to lift you up.

"Please" You moan out, louder than you intended. Your leg around San tightens, pulling him harder into your hips. "I want to cum, Sannie. Please"

Your voice is begging. Your hand hits San's back, nails digging into his skin. You ache, contracting around San, grasping onto him in every possible way you can. San gives your ass a teasing slap, cursing at your desperation. Your toes curl at the slight sting on your skin.

"I'm cumming" San grunts.

It wasn't much of a warning for you. Before San could get his next thrust into you, his cock starts pulsating. His grunts are harsh, his hips hitting into you matching the intensity. You can't help but whimper, finally feeling his release, pushing you into yours.

San grabs your face with one hand under your chin. His parted lips touch yours, but he doesn't kiss you. You can feel his body shake on top of you. You slide your hand up his back into his hair. You push his head down, making him kiss you. San moans on your lips.

You grind your hips into his, riding out your orgasm. San squeezes your ass, helping you move against him. Both your movements slow, both bodies beginning to relax. San melts into you, letting his weight fall. He keeps his lips on yours, kissing you tenderly.

You jerk a little with a post orgasm pleasure. San chuckles quietly, taking his lips off yours. He pets your hair back, looking down at your face. He looks exhausted. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed with sweat. You laugh a little with him, realizing you probably look just as fucked as he does.

San carefully slides off you, resting at your side. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his body. Both your clothes bunched up between your sticky bodies, but you couldn't care less. Its a small price to pay.

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wwrenwrites · 1 year

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Jason Todd x Filipino! reader headcanons

A/n: i don’t care if this will be my most flopped post, I had to do God’s work

He would LOVE Filipino food

Jason is pretty open with food considering he has traveled frequently for work.

Being accustomed to seeing rice available even if it’s high in carbs lol. Started as a pancit (stir fried noodles) boy to a BIG garlic rice boy ever since you’ve introduced him to it.

Could see him really liking champorado (chocolate rice porridge) for some reason, since there is something so homey about it. Plus it’s not that sweet. He definitely have tried it with tuyo (salted dried fish) when you mentioned it but prefers it just the champorado alone.

Jason enjoys Jollibee most specifically the fried chicken, both of you have movie nights with a bucket on the coffee table with pineapple juice or alcohol. Would find Filipino spaghetti ‘meh’ cause it’s a bit too sweet for his liking but he wouldn’t mind it after a few more tries since there’s that child-like taste that makes it addicting.

Would 100% love lumpiang shanghai (Filipino spring rolls) and quotes as he explains it to Roy or any of his brothers ‘a way better version of Chinese spring rolls’, just like how you told him. He stops craving for the usual spring rolls if you guys go for Chinese take outs from then on.

Despite what the media depicts of having adobo (soy sauce & vinegar chicken stew), sinigang (tamarind stew) or ube hyped. He does think Filipino food is still very underrated compared to Thai, Chinese, Japanese etc.

Could also see him enjoying clear soup stews like pork sinigang & bulalo (clear soup with beef shanks & bone marrow) because of the homey taste versus the flavored stews but he definitely still enjoys them (also see him being a big kare- kare (peanut butter stew) lover by your influence.

Like every other man, he would be a sucker for San Miguel beer. He knew about it even before both of you were dating since there is a small Filipino town in Gotham. Considering he goes to different bars from time to time. He would enjoy the concept of food on sizzling plate but it would take time for him to actually try exotic street food specially Balut (duck embryo) lol. But he’s down for it!

Spicy White Boy

Canon- wise, he knows Portuguese and there are lots of similar words with Spanish. Which I’m sure he knows maybe the most basic and common sense ones; so Jason understanding a good amount of Tagalog shouldn’t be surprising but would baffle you when you find out he started learning bit by bit for you.

It is very impressive indeed, there are not a lot of good resources in studying it. However, Jason is a Wayne and if his father was able to learn Kryptonian. He would easily be in a level of fluency by time.

And being the intelligent simp he is. He would understand it in a good level in less than a year or two when both of you are pretty much ‘all in’ in the relationship. Especially when you brought up one time before you were both exclusive, that you were scared of the idea of your partner being left out in family events even if English is pretty much the second main language in the Philippines.

Though I feel he would have more confidence in trying to speak the language after a few more years including a few slangs cause he doesn’t want to handle the anxiety of being roasted by your family & friends even if he obviously has thick-ass skin.

You keep telling him that he has already won his parents approval (too fast) when he swoon them with just the use of ‘po’ and ‘opo’ the first time meeting them. Plus the very occasional whispers of ‘gwapo’ , handsome, or ‘matangkad’, tall, here and there would give him a mix of a sheepish ego boost.

Culture Differences

THE ‘NO SHOES IN THE HOUSE’ RULE is a mutual practice that both of you have no problem doing. It has always been a routine for Jason when he gets home and right away he would wash up just so he could be in bed with you.

The no shoes rule seems to be only followed by Alfred when he drops by with groceries for him in his apartment. It bewilders his siblings when he makes a big deal out of it even if they are just dropping by (uninvited as usual) but also more like so you wouldn’t get triggered if you get to meet them but frankly it triggers Jason more since he’s quite neat as a roomie (plus future hubby points too.)

THE FAMILY CULTURE in a Filipino household is usually a mix of chaos and laughter which Jason is quite familiar with but with your family he could tell how close all of you are from all the frequent get together celebrations or holiday trips.

But also he was told a few times from some neighborhood titos (uncle) when he was still in the streets that the number 1 rule when dating a pinoy (shortened term for Filipino) is if you’re ‘dating a Filipino you’re also dating their whole family.’ You even tell him when you show pictures of your immediate relatives and family, that it’s basically a whole village if you include your extended relatives which shocks him even more. You don’t even know who are all your aunts or uncles names nor your second cousins.

You gave him a heads up and number of pointers to Jason when you were both talking about your families plus the never ending group pictures and selfies that awaits. You get worried if he would be overwhelmed even if he tells you, “Doll, don’t worry you literally met mine” “It’s not the same.” With a kiss on your forehead and the cute pout he loves still present.

He immediately gets interrogated and compliments which takes him a back getting him a bit shy. Would vibe with your cousins and would be forced to sing. The karaoke machine playing till midnight, the never ending food being offered in his plate but also your baby cousins getting attached to him which you greatly adore. He would purposely annoy you with flirty gestures in front of your cousins just for you to swat his arm or his biceps multiple times getting a reaction from your comments mixed of ‘yiee’ or ‘landi!’(flirt).

SOUVENIRS in Filipino is pasalubong, and it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re materialistic it’s more of the thought when a person is away; may it be for family & friends.

Jason bringing home food or snacks when he goes out or something unique when coming from a long mission for you has been natural. You don’t expect him to always bring something home for you of course. Fortunately, Jason loves spoiling you and seeing you sulk when you rummage his duffle bag filled with used clothes and is helmet is too cute. Plus, this is definitely one of the first words he would understand besides the word ‘makulit’ (a neutral connotation of annoying, cheeky, and naughty combined.) and other cuss words.

The first time Jason brings you to the Wayne manor Alfred and Bruce immediately doesn’t see you as a threat especially with a bottle of wine or fruits as formalities. You panic a bit when both of you weren’t able to bring anything to the manor every time you go after that, he has to reassure you it’s fine. Though he appreciates and finds it adorable on how much his family becomes fond of you because of how genuine you are.

When you and Jason travel, you would be having an extra luggage for goodies and shopping and would get endless teasing from Jason. You would tease him back though if he needs something but you would also use his luggage as well if needed for everything you bought.

#jason todd #redhood #jason todd x reader #redhood outlaws #redhood x reader #jason todd headcannons #jason todd x y/n #batboys #jason todd x poc!reader #jason todd x southeastasian! reader #jason todd x asian reader #jason todd x fem! reader #dc universe #jason todd headcanon

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ayuki-ikuya · 2 years

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Waku Waku!

SPY × FAMILY x Twisted Wonderland

Ft.Anya the Telapthic

Our favorite mind reader from SPY × FAMILY has been transported into a modern day world with magic! How exciting can this be fore her?

SAVANACLAW

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Oh my god. It's a Cheka 2.0

BUT IT KNOWS WHAT I'M THINKING

Leona HATED Anya.

Periodt

Okay, maybe he has a soft spot.

BECAUSE SHE'S A GIRL

Leona always wondered how in the seven does Cheka 2.0 know how to answer his thoughts

He came to the conclusion that it was her unique magic

"LEOOOO!!!"

he literally upped and runs

Ends up getting caught

The usual and very very very ×6 reluctant baby sitter

But (later) finds that giving Anya peanuts has her settling down quicker

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

A child.

Blackmailing Leona.

Ruggie thought Anya was a god blessed child.

He always let's you in whenever you came looking for Leona. Or hands you off to Leona.

"OI! RUGGIE!!"

"Sorry your highness, busy getting you deluxe michi katsu sandwich!"

Ruggie gets more free time to himself now.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

A CHILD!!

Jack adored Anya

Literally becomes a puppy for her

Always recieves attention, pats and scratches from Anya

Even becomes a sort of mount for her

Happens to unconsciously look for her

Tail wags when she comes into his peripheral vision

Is often the one to carry her around

OCTAVINELLE

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Glasses shattered

Mind is bamboozled

Low-key dying

"SHE'S SO CUTE IT'S UNFAIR"

Anya is startled

Azul secretly makes merchandise with Anya being the main attraction

Is in the club of "Protect Anya club"

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

"Fufu.."

Anya is scared

Always runs at the sight of (jade) the twins

The thoughts he has scares her

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Always cries at the sight of him

She forgets that Floyd will chase her

But because she is a child, he catches her

"Shriiiimpyyyyy"

"HEEK!!!!"

Floyd is always having fun chasing or hunting for Anya

One time even tried to get her to come over with peanuts

HEARTSLABYUL

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

"It's okaw nii-san"

"Hah?"

Riddle stares down at Anya

Anya stares up at Riddle

"NII-SAAAN!!!"

She's almost as bad as Floyd, but manages to always find him

But at least he won't be squeezed..

Without realizing, he became apart of the "Protect Anya" club

May or may not have bought a few figurines from Azul...

𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

Always Anya's go to when wanting snacks

Trey tries to rein in her peanut addiction

But ends up spoiling her

As such, Anya loves him a lot

Trey's her second favorite person

"Treyyyyyyyy!!!"

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭

Is the leader of the "Protect Anya" club

Always posting images about Anya

#Anyachan #shesocute #lilsis #pinky #PEANUTS #ANYA #protectanyaclub

Is literally the first person who gets news about Anya and will send it to the others

Has another account dedicated to the telapathy

Anya is low-key creeped out by his behavior

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

Precious.. Child...

Literally

Is practically her bodyguard

The main transporter for Anya

Always always always always has peanuts on him

Anya's #1 favorite person

"ANYA!!"

"Ah! NII-CHAN!"

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

The bully

The main target of "Protect Anya" club

Ace is always teasing Anya

Poking fun at her

Until he received karma for it

DIASOMNIA

𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪

Very small child of man

Hide the child

Apart of the "Protect Anya" club

Scared that Lilia will try to adopt her

Is trying everything in his power to stop Lilia

Moment he sees the vampire holding up some papers while approaching rapidly at Anya, instant teleport

𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

A CHILD

*gets adoption papers*

Come here daughteeer

^p^

Often asks Silver if he wants a little sister

Tries to bait her with peanuts

Literally does almost every method he can to adopt Anya

Has yet to have his mind read by Anya

𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻

Doesn't know how to feel because of Lilia

Has to keep an eye on his father

Literally looks away for a second only to find his father gone

Can't take a lot of naps now

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴 𝓩𝓲𝓰𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽

"LISTEN UP HUMAN! WAKA-SAMA HAS ENTRUSTED ME TO GUARD YOUR MEASLY WEAK FORM. BE GRATEFUL, WORM!!!"

Sebek is very reluctant to watch over her

But because it was ordered from his lord, he will devote himself

And then comes a similarity to Anya and his Waka-sama

they both disappear

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

He's growing insane

POMEFIORE

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

What is this?

Vil doesn't want to touch Anya

But he is often praised by Anya

So he just let's her be

Anya is often on her best behavior when around Vil

She thinks he's pretty.

Pretty rotten.

Has managed to learn to control her mouth.

But hasn't learned how to control her facial expression

"Heh."

"...what is with that smug face?"

𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽

"MAGNIFIQUE!!!!!"

"KYAAAAAAAA"

Rook scares Anya too much

Mostly his thoughts

Most likely the first to find out she's a telepathic

Mans got issues, what you expect?

Probably the biggest reason why Vil tends to keep Anya out of Pomefiore

𝓔𝓹𝓮𝓵 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓻

Second trust worthy transporter

"Ringo!"

"IT'S EPEL!!"

"...Apple"

Despite Epel being driven INSANE by her nicknames

He finds her fairly endearing

"Where's your pa?"

"Chi chi busy. Anya is here for Apple's apple juice."

IGNIHYDE

𝓘𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭

Oh god what is that

Ortho, help me-

"SHUT-IN!! LET ANYA IIIN!!"

"HEEEEK!!"

Reason 82626181 why he wants to be a shut in

𝓞𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓸 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭

"Nii-chan!!"

"Anya-chan!! Here to visit Brother?"

"Heh"

"my analysis detects that I am 100% correct. Let's go!"

Ortho is practically Anya's translator with her facial expressions

Anya actually thought Ortho was a mind reader

SCARABIA

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

"WAKU WAKU!"

two

Peas

Pod

The two are so overly excited with each other.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

"Snake-nii-san don' worry."

"... At least finish chewing before speaking."

"..hai."

Jamil's job before and after his overblot became worse with Anya.

Feels like a mother with two children.

NRC STAFF

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓮𝔂

"BIRD TALK!!"

"for the last time I AM NOT A TALKING PARROT!!"

Literally driven insane because Anya goes after him about what is on in his head and reports to Crewel.

What a snitch

"Heh"

Literally feels bullied by Anya when she has the smug look on her face while holding onto Crewel's pants.

𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓾𝓼 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵

The current father of Anya

"Anya, you need to memorise these!"

"Hngh!!"

Despite Anya hating on having to study everything, she loves her newfound father

His cooking is top tier

Divus originally thought she was a puppy from her excitable nature, and so had taken an immense liking to her

𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓥𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓼

"LET'S GET STRONG! HA!!"

"HAH!!!"

Literally training Anya how to defend herself

Would be considered a mother hen

𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷

Anya is actually scared of him

Likes His familiar tho

"Anya."

"HEEK!"

Trein's thoughts are contradictory to his looks.

He's actually gushing over Anya

But Anya can't help but fear him due to the intense look on his face.

May or may not have forgotten to read his thoughts.

𝓢𝓪𝓶

"Aw, what's a cute lil gremlin like you doing' here?"

"Anya's a big girl! Anya came to go on an ooting!!"

Sam literally loves his new and favorite customer

She's always a ray of sunshine in his lil corner of the school

Always gets peanuts stocked up both to sell and to give for Anya whenever she was visiting

#Spy × Family crossover #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland crossover #anya in twisted wonderland #mind reader #funny #leona #twisted wonderland dorms

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mizukitoyama-blr · 1 month

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Make Akito Sohma X Female Reader (a fruits basket one-shot)

This is a story I wrote a long time ago, so it's not my current writing style, but I figured I'd post it here anyway because why not?

Story starts under the cut.

You knocked on the door to Akito’s room.

“Akito~San?” You asked sliding open the shōji door.

“Haven’t I told you to wait for my approval before opening my door?” they said bitterly. Akito didn't bother to look at you, he just kept lying down at his window.

“I apologize, I just-”

“What?” he snapped, whipping his head in your direction.

“It’s Valentine's day!”

“So what? You want me to allow you to leave me? You want to make sure that on this happy day, you stay as far away from me as possible, so that you may be with the ones you love most? So I can’t ruin this most joyous day?”

“What? No! That’s not it. Why would you think that? No, I have something for you,”

“Something… for me?”

You grinned at him. “Of course! I was only able to afford one thing… and it had to be homemade but… I hope you will enjoy it!”

You handed him a red square-like box with small pink hearts on it. Akito’s eyes widened.

‘Did Y/n really make chocolates… for… me?’ Akito thought to himself. He picked one up and examined it. It was shaped as 2 hearts, one overlapping the other.

“Sorry,” you scratched your neck nervously, “I guess I should have asked if you liked chocolates. Or, even ask Hiroti~San if you’re even allowed to have chocolates…”

Akito placed the chocolate back in its spot and looked up at you, eyes full of wonder.

“A..Akito?” you were getting a bit concerned. He reached out and grabbed your wrist to yank you down. “Yeek!”

“Sit.” He demanded. He stared at the chocolate box in anticipation. “You made the box… which one should I eat first?”

“Um, well, I personally like these ones,” you said, picking up the peanut butter caramel chocolate. Akito took It between his fingers. “The caramels really sticky so I'd brush hard afterward.”

Akito looked at the chocolate for a while longer, then brought it to his lips to take a bite. As his teeth sunk past the chocolate layer and into the peanut butter caramel, he closed his eyes and took in the flavour. As he chewed the delicious sweet, he hummed in delight. You stared at him, rubbing your hands (like the villains in cartoon movies) in anticipation. Finally, you asked him. “D-do you like it?”

He finished the rest of the candy and looked at you. He then did something you wouldn’t expect. He gave you a gentle smile, “I love it,”

You blushed. ‘Adorable…’

“Which should I taste next?”

“Mmmm, that one,” you pointed. He picked it up and bit off some of it. Then he turned to you. As he chewed his piece, he was staring at you with the other piece of chocolate held up. Then you got what he meant. “M-me?”

He nodded. You slightly reached for it but he pulled it back a little and shook his head. You were confused at first, but then he prodded it towards your mouth somewhat. You pointed to your mouth and raised your eyebrows- not completely knowing if you understood- but then he nodded; so you opened your mouth.

He gently placed the chocolate on your tongue. You closed your mouth and chewed. He smiled sweetly at you and you smiled back in return. When you finished you said:

“Happy Valentine’s day, Akito~san,”

“Happy Valentine's day… F/n~san”

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quiveringdeer · 1 year

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Ask & Answered!

tagged by @chrollohearttags oh my gosh hi! and thank you!

◈ TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

favourite colour(s): Orange--in all the shades of fall leaves, also coral, turquoise and mint green

favourite flavour(s): sharp lemon, dark chocolate with peanut butter, ooo! chocolate and mint

favourite genre(s): all of them?? I love when things apply real world realism to fantastical things though. As much as they can, like in The Boys-- with Homelander giving Maeve reasons he can't stop the plane and save everyone (aside from being a tool)

favourite music: the older I get the more eclectic it gets my top artists last year were Hiroyuki Sawano, Meg Thee Stallion and Kylie Minogue. Also recently got into some Kpop

favourite movie(s): P.S. I Love You, Zootopia, Legally Blonde, George of the Jungle, The Mummy (1999)

favourite series: Leverage, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, AoT, Survivor, Harlots, The Boys, The 10th Kingdom

last song: Bikin Bottom - Ice Spice (thanks to the lovely Cherry 🧡)

last movie: Glass Onion

currently reading: Minegishi-san wa Outsu-kun ni Tabesasetai (Official) BL-They're both so cute and dumb! One of the mains is fat and the whole thing is just wholesome and cavity inducing, so recommend!

currently watching: Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan, Making the Cut S3

currently working on: Surviving Capitalism ha ha ha....nah ok Umm trying to corral a few smut ideas into actual fics, and constantly thinking about the canon adjacent Porco x Reader x Reiner fic I'm always yammerin aboot 😗

Tagging: Literally anyone who sees this!! Please tag me so I can learn more about you even if we aint mutuals. 🥰

@shingekinomyfeelings @pseud-pseud-pseudio @strawberrystepmom @kingkonoha @mazuwii @birds-have-teeth @fierydiamond @theninjasheeep @bleubrri

(sorry if you've been tagged before!)

#dash games #nat talks

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theteasetwrites · 2 years

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 27: You'll Never Walk Alone

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 4 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—missionary, scary situation, mild swearing, violence ❧ Word Count: 6.3k

❧ In This Chapter: On the road again, without a place to call home, you're struggling to survive with Daryl and Beth. Upon finding an abandoned funeral home, things begin to look up, and you find some much needed relief with Daryl before things go terribly wrong.

❧ A/N: You may or may not have noticed that I'm trying to include at least one sex scene in each "season," so I snuck in one just before the finale next chapter! I mean, is it the most opportune time to have sex? No. But... like, it's Daryl... so... can you blame her (aka you, I guess lmao)? Also it's my birthday today so I guess this is how I'm celebrating—posting smut about Daryl Dixon. Enjoy!

It was your lowest point since the farm fell.

The group was separated. You weren't sure who had split off with who, or if anyone even made it out alive, but you were sure of one thing: you, Daryl, and Beth made it out alive. Together.

By your calculations, five days had passed since the Governor ran you out of the prison. As far as you could tell, no one won that day. As you were running away, you were sure you saw Michonne kill the Governor, and you knew for a fact that you’d all killed most of his militia. Still, they destroyed the prison, ripped down its fences, and tore down the walls. The place you’d once called home was now home to the dead, and every hope you had was dwindling faster than when you lost your other homes.

At this point, you didn’t believe in the concept of “home” as a physical place. Home existed within Daryl, and now Beth, too.

The three of you wandered for days, with Beth insisting upon trying to track the others who she believed had to have escaped from the prison. Neither you nor Daryl were so sure.

It was odd, being the less hopeful one for once, but it also lifted a bit off of your shoulders. Beth was the one carrying the two of you, until she got her foot caught in a bear trap—then Daryl was the one carrying her.

She straddled his back piggyback style, while you watched with the most amusement you had in recent memory. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to smile too long.

Daryl panted with the weight of Beth on his back as the three of you approached an abandoned funeral home. To its credit, it didn’t look abandoned. The place was kept up so nicely it looked like it hadn’t been touched by the plague at all. Though Daryl did a thorough sweep of the place, he didn’t find anyone.

“It’s so clean,” Beth observed once inside.

“Yeah,” Daryl agreed, holding his crossbow up high. “Someone’s been tendin’ to it.”

“They might still be around,” you suggested, peeking into the kitchen. “Looks like there’s plenty of food.”

Once you wrapped up Beth’s ankle, you and Daryl raided the pantry where you found even more food.

“Peanut butter and jelly,” Daryl said, “diet soda, and pig’s feet. That’s a white trash brunch right there.”

You smiled. “That sounds heavenly.”

Well, everything sans the pig's feet.

“Hold up,” Daryl said. “There ain’t a speck of dust on this… somebody just put it here. This is someone’s stash.”

“Maybe they’re still alive,” you said.

“All right,” he said, “we’ll take some of it and we’ll leave the rest, all right?”

You looked up at him in slight awe and adoration. He was so different from the rather selfish guy you met back at the quarry. He cared about other people, more than himself even. “Sounds good, Robin Hood," you said with a slight smile.

He scoffed, then dipped two fingers into the jar of jelly and sucked it clean. “Mmm,” he grunted.

“Gross!” Beth cried in mock disgust from her seat at the table where she rested her ankle.

You giggled at Daryl’s less than graceful eating habits. “Hey,” he said to you as you walked to the table, “those pig’s feet are mine.”

You held up your hands in defense, and Beth shook her head giggling. “They’re all yours,” you said.

The sun began to set, and you and Daryl started stringing up cans around the building as an alarm system. You chuckled a little to yourself as you tied the string around a column.

“What’s so funny?” Daryl asked, looking between you and the knot he was working on.

You shrugged. “Just thinking about how we haven’t done this since when we were on the road, before we found the prison… I sort of miss those times.”

He looked at you bewildered. “You miss it?”

You looked back at him. “Well, not really. I don't miss going from place to place... not having a home, being cold, worrying about Lori's baby..." You trailed off as you began to think about Judith, wondering if anyone was able to save her. Beth had tried, but she couldn't find her anywhere. "I guess I just miss the people… Carol, Rick, Glenn, Maggie… everyone.”

Daryl huffed and finished tying his knot before walking over to you. “Hey,” he said, lifting your chin up with his calloused fingers. “Maybe we’ll find ‘em. They could be out there, like us. Survivin'. Ain't impossible."

You tilted your head. “Has Beth’s optimism been rubbing off on you?”

He looked at you lovingly, like everything pure in this world was living in every nook and cranny of your sweet face. “Gotta keep us alive somehow.”

You leaned over to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for a long, tender kiss. When your lips parted, you smiled at him with that same big bright smile that always brought him to his knees. “Did I ever tell you,” you asked, “that you’re the best chance I ever took?”

By nightfall, Daryl had boarded up every window and door (except for the front) on the first floor. After a “redneck feast,” you helped the injured Beth get into bed. Though there weren’t any beds in the house, there were plenty of comfortable coffins. It seemed ironic to you how much care went into making sure they were soft and warm for a stiff, cold corpse.

“She asleep?” Daryl asked you as you walked back into the dining room, dipping his fingers in the jelly and sucking on them again.

You shook your head in amusement as you picked up a spoon from the table and held it out to him. “Here,” you said. “Your fingers are gonna get all sticky if you keep doing that.”

He grunted and took the spoon, continuing to shovel the jelly into his mouth at a fast rate. You sat yourself down by him at the small table. The house was dark but the kitchen you sat in was illuminated by the small candles you found in the cupboards. It made sense they’d have a lot of candles, probably for vigils and things like that.

“She’s out like a light,” you said. “Pretty sure she was dozed off by the time she hit the pillow.” You thought for a moment, watching Daryl shove mounds of red jam into his mouth. “It was good we found this place. Maybe… maybe we could stay here a few days until she’s healed. If it’s safe, I mean.”

You didn’t want to get your hopes up that this place could be a long-term thing. Daryl had boarded it up well, and there weren’t any walkers around as far as you could tell, but you’d gotten your hopes up too much in the past. It was all a pipe dream, the idea that you could settle down somewhere for the rest of your days. It was a good dream, as Daryl once told you, but it was impossible. You were starting to see that more clearly. Still, you hoped the funeral home would hold for a few days at least.

Daryl paused and looked down. “Maybe we stay here even longer,” he said, looking back up at you. “Settle down again, least for a while. It's the safest place we've found so far.”

You smiled at him sweetly. It was rare he was so optimistic without any insistence from you. You were sure Beth had rubbed off on him. “Really?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he grunted in response.

You thought for a moment. “And the people who were here first, what do we do if they come back?”

“We’ll just make it work.” You looked at him dumbfounded. “I mean, they may be nuts, but… maybe it’ll be all right.” He shrugged.

You closed your eyes and smiled. “If you think it could work, then it will work.” You stood up to kiss his hair, then began cleaning up the table a bit. Just seeing Daryl eating in a kitchen was enough to spark your domestic side.

After a few minutes of putting what was left of your food back in the cabinet, you heard the sound of the chair skidding along the tile, and soon after felt Daryl’s strong hands gripping your waist. He pressed his warm body tightly against your back and left sweet, sloppy kisses all over the junction of your neck and your shoulder. The slight tickle of his short, uneven beard was enough to make you giggle. “Daryl,” you sighed heavenly, “what are you doing?”

His hands migrated up to your breasts and began massaging them slowly. His lips brushed up against your ear as he whispered to you. “When was the last time we were alone, huh?"

His gruff southern accent sent a tidal wave through you, resulting in a warm tingling emanating from your core.

You thought for a moment, about the last time you were alone with Daryl. It was at the prison, of course, when you were in your cell. Before that, the last time you had sex was... just before things went wrong, the night before the excursion to the store where Zack died. Everything after that was almost like a blur. The walker attack, the murder, the sickness, the Governor...

"It's been a while," you said simply.

Though you loved Beth, it was exhausting trying to keep her safe. She was eager to learn how to defend herself, and she was better than she used to be, but you had a kind of motherly instinct with her, and that was taking a toll on you.

You suspected Daryl was having a hard time, too, what with trying to keep the both of you safe. You could defend yourself better than Beth, on account of being older and a bit more hardened, but he worried about you both constantly. He would never admit the emotional exhaustion he felt, or the burden that you knew he carried—the irrational belief that the Governor attacking the prison was somehow his fault.

He brought it up in passing, but you didn't need anymore clarification that that was weighing heavily on his mind.

"Too long," he said before bringing his lips to your cheek, tonguing his way to the corner of your mouth where he silently asked for entry.

You turned your head towards him so he could plunge his tongue into your mouth that always fit to his so perfectly. He continued massaging your breasts before slipping his hands beneath your button-up shirt and bra to paw at your bare breasts.

“Daryl…” you moaned between his kisses.

You'd been wanting Daryl for days, but of course it was something you had to keep putting in the back of your mind, what with the rather dire situation you were in, and the fact that there was a teenage girl with you twenty-four seven.

He removed one hand from your breasts and trailed it down to your crotch where he grabbed you gently but with enough force to elicit a whimper from you into his mouth. “You been wanting me?”

You sighed and caressed his face. “You know I have.”

Daryl might've been completely stressed out the past five days or so, but he was still as observant as ever. He noticed your occasional long stares at his tanned, muscular arms (to which he purposefully flexed them as if he didn't know you were watching him). He caught you on more than one occasion eying his package when he had to adjust it, or his ass when he bent over to make a fire, or his neck when he'd throw his head back to pour water down his throat, with transparent liquid streams coursing down the tense, rigid muscles.

Yeah, you were horny. You always were when you were around Daryl for too long. He had that effect on you, so much so you wouldn't notice until he'd point it out.

He pressed himself up against you tighter so you could feel the raging erection bulging through his jeans. “Can you feel what ya do to me?” he asked, a sense of desperation to his usually firm and decisive voice.

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of the cock you'd been incessantly craving every night as you laid alone by the fire, with Daryl refusing to join you so he could keep watch over you and Beth like a hawk. You didn't even want to have sex in those situations, obviously. You just wanted to feel his body next to yours, warm and strong and familiar and sweet, every part of his gorgeous physique.

No matter how much he wanted to hold you like he used to at the prison, he had to be as alert as possible. It was his way of protecting you.

“You’re so hard, baby.” He rubbed himself roughly against your ass. You turned yourself around in his arms to feel his cock on your front where you wanted it so badly. You reached down and stroked his clothed cock, to which he let out a strained grunt. Your eyes widened when a thought occurred to you. “Do you—do you think we can do it without Beth noticing?”

If Beth heard you two having sex, or worse—walked in on the event, you would be mortified, and ashamed, and you knew Daryl would be, too. Beth was only seventeen, and although she certainly knew about sex, she didn't need to see that. It's an adults-only thing, you'd tell her whenever she'd ask about it.

Daryl scoffed before kissing you again and pinning you between himself and the edge of the countertop behind you. “She’s sleepin’,” he said. “You ain’t gonna be that loud, are ya?”

You giggled as you combed your fingers through his dark hair. It was getting so long you couldn’t help but play with it every chance you got. “I don’t know, you always make me scream.”

He growled as he lifted you up onto the counter and planted himself between your legs. “I’ll just cover your mouth if I gotta.”

You felt yourself getting wetter with each kiss as he started pulling your pants down. You heard the bundled up fabric land on the tile below you before he began rubbing you up and down over your soaked panties. “You’re so wet, baby girl. Is that for me?”

You smiled as he licked up your neck hungrily, and you rubbed his back in appreciation. “Yes, Daryl,” you moaned. “You’re the only one who does that to me.”

He lowered both hands down to your panties to pull them off you slowly. He stepped back from you and began unbuckling his belt, all the while licking his lips as he gazed down at your slick pussy.

You looked at him in a haze, but another thought echoed through your mind. “Daryl?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah, angel?” His cock was free now and he returned to his place between your legs.

You ran your hands up and down his toned arms, exposed from the cutoff shirt he was wearing. “Are you going to pull out?”

The few condoms you had left since Daryl’s last find were back in your cell at the prison, and you knew he was scared he wouldn’t be able to pull out in time. Still, at this point, both of you would do anything to feel each other in the very intimate way that lovers expressed their adoration for one another.

He looked at you sweetly. “Gotta,” he said. “Don't really got any other options right now... you okay with that?”

You nodded your head and smiled widely. “Come here, stud.” He chuckled at your enthusiasm as you wrapped your legs around him, allowing his incredibly hard cock to rub against your bare pussy.

Groaning in appreciation, he brought his hand down to your clit and began rubbing it with his calloused fingers, still a little sticky from the jelly he was shoveling into his mouth. You held onto his broad shoulders tightly as he began to slowly insert himself into you. You were so wet with arousal that he slipped in easily, though with an incredibly satisfying friction. It was everything you'd been wanting, to feel that relief from the only person who could give that to you, the way he did it, the way he felt.

You threw your head back as if by instinct and moaned out to him. “Oh, Daryl,” you cried. He began pumping in and out of you with his fingers still rubbing up and down furiously against your throbbing clit. You thrusted your core back and forth against him to increase the amazing feeling.

He grunted into the crook of your shoulder, breathing heavily and already beginning to sweat from the movement. “God, (Y/N),” he panted.

He thrusted harder into you, sending shockwaves through your body. “Ah!” you cried. Daryl lifted his head from your shoulder and looked you in the eyes with a longing lust you hadn't seen in a while.

“Keep it down, sweetheart,” he said between thrusts. He hated telling you to be quiet. He loved your sounds of pleasure so much, it was enough to make him finish on their own, but you had to be practical. It wasn’t as safe anymore to be loud.

“S-sorry,” you stuttered. “Keep going, please.”

Daryl kissed you as he began pumping into you again, his hips hitting into yours at the perfect rhythm. Combined with the pressure of Daryl’s deep penetration, the consistent rubbing on your clit was beginning to send familiar vibrations through you.

“Oh,” you moaned. “Daryl…”

“You gonna come, princess?” he asked, increasing the pressure of his fingers circling your clit. You clung to him so tightly as he caused you to bounce up and down with his increasingly forceful hits into you.

“Y-yes… oh, God.”

Daryl reached the hand that wasn’t massaging your clit up to your agape mouth. “Don’ want ya wakin’ the neighbors,” he teased.

You closed your eyes with his hand covering your mouth as you began inching closer and closer to your orgasm. The shocks were becoming more and more intense and coursing through you in longer, more blissful bursts until you hit the peak of your pleasure.

You let out muffled groans into Daryl’s hand as he slowed down a bit to focus on drawing out your orgasm with his hand on your clit. You uncontrollably rolled your hips up into him as you slowly rode out your high.

Your walls fluttered around Daryl’s cock, causing him to be drawn closer to his own orgasm. The soft, warm enclosure of your convulsing pussy was enough to make him come right there, but he wanted to see how long he could hold out in his cock’s favorite place.

He uncovered your mouth when you stopped moaning, leaving you a panting, whimpering mess with your back bent forwards and your head resting lazily on Daryl’s shoulder, your arms tossed loosely around his neck as you caught your breath.

Pulling out of you briefly, Daryl reached his fingers down to scoop up the clear liquid that was slowly leaking out of you. He looked down at his soaked fingers and smiled. “That’s my girl,” he said before leaving sweet kisses on your neck. He began rubbing your juices all over your still sensitive clit, eliciting a series of small groans from you.

You removed your head from its cradle and looked Daryl in the eye. “Get back inside me,” you whispered demandingly.

He smirked before planting an open-mouthed kiss on your lips, devouring every bit of your sweet mouth that he could. “Yes, ma’am.”

He brought the tip of his cock up to the entrance of your soaking pussy, pushing himself in until he reached the hilt. You gasped at the amazing feeling of him filling you so fully, the way only he could.

He began thrusting into you faster than he did before, this time trying to get to his own high. He hit into you so hard you hit your head on the overhead cabinet behind you a few times, but you could hardly feel it when there was so much bliss emanating from your core.

“Oh, baby,” you sighed, moving your hands down to his ass to help shove him further up into you. “I love your cock, Daryl.”

He looked down between your bodies to watch his cock slide in and out of you effortlessly. “I love your pussy, princess.”

You purposefully clenched yourself around his length, causing the first drops of his arousal to expel from his tip. “Oh, oh (Y/N),” he panted. “I’m gonna come.”

You looked at him seriously, trying to let go of him a bit so he could take himself out. “Pull out, sweetie,” you reminded him, combing through his hair lovingly.

He nodded, pulling himself out just in time to start feeling the shocks of his orgasm running through his shaft. You reached down and grabbed his aching cock. You stroked him up and down slowly, almost teasingly. He wrapped his arms around you and let you do with him what you wanted.

Back at the prison, the first place you and him were allowed to be a real couple and to further explore each of your desires, he'd be able to rid himself of the day's frustration of being a reluctant leader by coming to you at night and enjoying every ounce of your sweet, warm love you'd give to him. It made him feel so wanted and adored, and in turn it made him feel a kind of relief to give his love to you.

He missed that, among so much more that he found at the prison—a sense of home, a community of people who respected him, a position of authority and control that did appeal to him, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it. Most of all, though, he missed the warm, adoring world of love and affection he'd created with you. It was like he could have a piece of that here, in this little funeral home, making love to you.

Rubbing your thumb over his tip, he started thrusting into your hand as the white liquid began spraying out in rapid bursts onto your thigh. He buried his head into your shoulder. “Ah!” he cried.

You kept pumping him until there was nothing left coming out of him. His cock kept twitching as if begging to release more, but he was dry now. You let go of his shaft and wrapped your arms around his broad back to trace the pattern of the angel wings on his vest. “Good boy,” you teased, rubbing his back up and down.

He scoffed as he still had his face buried in your shoulder. “Shut up.”

You giggled. “You felt so good, honey.”

He lifted his head and looked into your eyes. “So did you.” He caressed your face, then brought it closer to his to share in a slow, passionate kiss. “Your head okay?”

You smiled. He must’ve noticed your head hitting into the cupboards. “It’s fine,” you said. He brought his hand up to rub the back of your head, his fingers entangling in your hair every once in a while.

The two of you remained in a tight embrace for a while until Daryl bent over to pick up your panties and put them back on you. You beamed down at him as he kissed your legs with every inch the fabric caressed you until they were back around your waist. “What a gentleman,” you cooed. “I like this side of you.”

He rolled his eyes while rubbing your clothed pussy. “Watch it, girl.”

You giggled as he scooped his hands underneath your ass and lifted you off the counter. You reached down to his still naked ass and kneaded his cheeks roughly. He smirked at you. “What’s with you and my ass?” he asked amused.

You shrugged. “Nicest butt I’ve ever seen,” you said, squeezing the soft skin. You felt him playfully flex his ass, eliciting a chuckle from you. “You could bounce a nickel off this thing.”

He shook his head. “My crazy woman.”

Somehow, you ended up falling asleep on Daryl’s lap as he sat in one of the dining room chairs. With your arms wrapped around his waist, and your head resting on his shoulder, he let you sleep there for a good half an hour before he heard the rattling of the cans on the string the two of you set up.

This woke you up, too. You exchanged a worried look with Daryl just before he lifted you up off of him and reached for his crossbow. “Stay with Beth,” he said.

Making your way into the parlor where Beth was sleeping, you woke her up gently. “Wh-what?” she asked sleepily.

You started helping her out of the coffin she was asleep in. “Walkers.”

Dozens of them, too. When Daryl opened the door to investigate, the entire porch was flooded with them. He tried using his body to slam the door shut again, but there were too many walkers pushing against the door for his body weight to do anything.

“(Y/N)! Beth!” you heard him shout.

You took a hold of Beth’s hand and ran back out to the foyer where Daryl was struggling to keep the walkers at bay. “Run!” he yelled.

You froze for a moment, your eyes wide enough to give meaning to the phrase “deer in the headlights.”

“Run!” he yelled again, more insistently this time.

Pulling away from the door, Daryl lifted his crossbow and began shooting as much as he could until he had to run, pushing you and Beth back into the kitchen and through several other rooms to escape the oncoming herd that followed. “(Y/N)!” he called to you. “Pry open a window! Get your shit!”

Your hands were interlocked with Beth as you ran through the huge, dark house. “We’re not leaving you!” you cried back.

“Go out, go up the road!” he yelled. “I’ll meet you there.” You stopped in your tracks in front of the nearest window, then looked back at Daryl as he led the walkers away from the two of you. “Go!”

You froze, watching his face and body disappear into the dark basement stairwell. “Daryl!” you screamed helplessly.

Beth began tugging at your hand. “Come on, (Y/N)!”

You turned to her, shaking your head as you came back to reality. You looked around frantically to find something to break through the wood slats Daryl had installed earlier. Squinting your eyes to see a small old-fashioned television set, you picked it up swiftly and threw it with all your might out the window, breaking the glass and the wood to free up an exit.

“Go,” you said sternly to Beth.

She looked at you incredulously. “What about you?!” she cried.

You reached for your axe as you looked over at the herd following Daryl down the stairs. “Daryl and I will meet you on the road, I can’t leave him. You go, you run and don’t stop till you get there, you understand me?”

She nodded to you, her eyes full of fear but also of understanding. “We’ll be right there,” you reassured her. “Now go!”

Once you were sure Beth had escaped, you began your attempt to keep some of the walkers off Daryl. “Hey!” you yelled to them. “Hey, over here!” You backed up in preparation for the walkers who now turned their attention towards you.

Plunging your axe into several heads, you thinned out the crowd by at least half. Descending into the basement, you stumbled upon a huddle of walkers cornering Daryl. Much to your relief, he was fighting back, stabbing several walkers and crawling underneath them to get behind them and trap them in with a metal operating table.

You ran to his side and took his hand. You could tell he was frowning at you, probably angry you didn’t do as he said, but there wasn’t any time to argue. The two of you ran back up the stairs, getting rid of a few more stragglers as you went.

“Where’s Beth?!” he yelled to you as you both ran out of the house and towards the road, a few more walkers following you.

“She got out, went to the road like you said.”

Approaching the road, you began to falter as you set your eyes on Beth’s backpack lying open on the asphalt. When you got close enough, you heard the screeching of tires and saw taillights out of the corner of your eye.

Looking up, a car with a white cross painted on its back window was driving away from you. “Beth!” you and Daryl yelled to the car, running as fast you both could to try to catch up with it, though you knew it was futile.

“Beth!”

When morning came, the two of you were still running, with Daryl having to put his hand on your back every once in a while to keep you stable. At some point, you weren’t sure how long after you started running, neither of you could run anymore. You walked, out of breath and out of hope. There was no way you could catch up with that car. Wherever it had gone, it would have definitely turned at some point, and there was no way of knowing what direction went in.

As if in silent agreement, you both stopped in front of the train tracks, covered in sweat and panting like dogs. Daryl looked around frantically before dropping his crossbow in defeat, then dropping himself to the ground. You followed suit, except you laid yourself down while Daryl sat.

Looking up at the overcast autumn sky, you silently cried as you remembered Beth’s fearful face when you told her to leave. The thought of someone taking her, doing God knows what with her, it devastated you. The worst part was that there was nothing you could think to do.

A while passed, you couldn’t tell how long, until you sat yourself up and planted yourself next to Daryl. There were no words shared between you, just a feeling of loss, of failure. You failed Beth. You couldn’t think of any other way to describe what had happened. You failed her.

Sitting in silence for what felt like ages, Daryl suddenly grabbed your thigh when he heard what he knew to be several footsteps approaching. Neither of you looked up, but you knew a group of people was coming towards you.

“Well, look at here,” a calm male voice said from above you. Daryl only glanced up at him briefly, but you looked up wide-eyed, staring him in the face in the hopes that he’d take pity on you and leave the two of you alone.

Though you knew it wasn’t safe to be in such a small group of two, it was better it was just the two of you than a hostile group of men. True, you didn’t know what their intentions were, but you had learned from your time in this world that people were either evil or ambivalent, there wasn’t really an in-between.

Your gaze turned around to the several other men who now circled the two of you. There were six in total, and they all looked to be middle-aged or getting there. Most of them were burly and bearded, with large guns and one with a standard bow and arrow.

It occurred to you that they looked kind of like a biker gang, sans bikes. In another life, Daryl might’ve been in their gang. He looked like he could fit in with them. You, on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb. Not only were you the only woman surrounded by six macho-looking men, you looked meek and unaccustomed to this world. Though you had proven yourself to be a capable fighter and survivor, you always did look like a librarian.

The man who spoke looked to be the oldest, and seemed to be the leader as well. He had gray hair and wore cowboy boots and a denim vest. When he stepped forward towards you and Daryl, you flinched as Daryl suddenly lunged upwards and socked the man in the face before grabbing your hand to lift you, then reaching for his crossbow and pointing it at the man as he lay on the ground.

You reached your hand down to your axe, but you looked around warily to notice the five guns on both you and Daryl.

“Damn it, hold up!” the gray-haired man on the ground yelled to the others.

“I’m claimin’ the vest,” one of the men’s voices from behind you rang out. “I like them wings.”

You turned your head to glare at him from the side. It was the man with the bow. He gave you a shit-eating grin. You weren’t sure about the others yet, but you knew you didn’t like him.

“Hold up,” the leader repeated, still on the ground and wiping the blood away from his nose. He smiled as he looked at the blood on his hand, then began laughing wildly. Daryl kept his bow trained on him, not letting up for one second.

“A bowman,” he said, raising himself back to his feet. “And a little lady.” He tilted his head to look at the axe looped onto your belt. “With an axe.” He smiled at you. “I respect that,” he said. “See, a man with a rifle, he could have been some kind of photographer or soccer coach back in the day. But a bowman’s a bowman, through and through… and an axewoman…” He studied your face closely. “Well, I’ve never met an axewoman before.” His eyes lowered to your axe, which you still had your grasp on in case you needed to use it. “What kind of axe is that, anyway?”

You stared at him with narrowed eyes, not making a sound.

He huffed and moved his eyes back to Daryl. “What do you got there, 150-pound draw weight? I’ll be donkey-licked if that don’t fire at least 300 feet per second.” Daryl stayed silent, the arrow cradled in his bow just a matter of inches away from the man’s face. “I’ve been looking for a weapon like that. ‘Course I’d want one with a bit more ammo and, uh, minus the oblongata stains.”

The obnoxious bowman behind you laughed. “Get yourself in some trouble, partner?” he asked Daryl teasingly.

“You pull that trigger,” the leader said seriously, “these boys are gonna drop you and your woman several times over. That what you want?”

Daryl kept his crossbow up, not faltering one second. “Name’s Joe,” the leader said.

You kept an eye on Daryl for his next move. For all your ingenuity, he was the better strategist. If he had a plan to get out of this, you could pick it up fast enough to go along with it. You just hoped it didn’t involve getting “dropped several times over.”

When he finally lowered his crossbow, you had to stop yourself from audibly sighing in relief. “Daryl,” he said in that same old gruff voice you knew so well, but with that hint of distrust in his tone. From all the time you spent with him, you not only could read his expressions better, but his various tones of voice became like genres of music you could distinguish by listening to just one note.

Joe nodded, then looked over to you. You exchanged a glance with Daryl before he nodded to you, giving you silent permission to introduce yourself. It wasn’t that you needed his permission, but that you wanted to make sure this was part of his plan, whatever it was. “(Y/N),” you said quietly, barely above a mumble.

When the men lowered their weapons, you audibly sighed in relief this time.

You had no idea where the men were going, if they were even going anywhere, but you didn’t have enough curiosity to ask. As you and Daryl followed along with their group, the two of you lingered shoulder to shoulder towards the back to whisper to each other.

“What are we doing, Daryl?”

He leaned closer to you and whispered back. “Checkin’ them out,” he said, “Seein’ where they’re goin’. Might lead us somewhere we wanna be.”

You shook your head. “We should be looking for Rick and the others. There’s got to be a place we could meet up at, some kind of landmark.”

“Nah,” he said. “This is right. Trust me. We’ll find them.”

You looked at him confused, then full of fear. “I trust you, I don’t trust them.”

“Won’t let ‘em hurt ya, just stay by me. Always.”

You smiled at him, then looked back down at your feet as you trudged onward, only a few yards behind the rest of the group.

“We should catch up, so they don’t get suspicious,” you said.

He nodded, then laced his hand around yours tightly. “We’ll be fine,” he said. “Long as you’re with me.”

Daryl knew he could never promise you complete safety, so he always felt a little disingenuous when he said things like that. What had happened with Beth at the funeral home, that terrified him because it could have been you, too, who was taken if you’d gone with her. In that moment, he was thankful for your stubbornness.

“I know,” you said. “We’ll be fine.”

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purpling trapeze ; c.s

pairing ; trapeze artist!san x trapeze artist!reader

synopsis ; you were a flurry of purple in the air, and that just so happened to be san's favorite color.

themes ; angst, fluff, circus au, trapeze artist au

words ; 2.5k

warnings / includes ; injuries, blood, hospitals, heights, mild cursing, san being a bumbling mess in the first bit

a/n ; requested by @aasthrielle with the color #887694 for ICHOR. i love circus settings so this was really fun to write ! i'm not very happy with the pacing bcs it's so short but who knows ! maybe i'll expand on ateez circusverse in the future <3

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The first time San laid his eyes on you, he was hunched precariously on a wooden bench, fist clenched around half a dozen peanut shells, fixated on the way you were practically gliding through the air. The dark purple sequined leotard you wore made you look like a blur of glittery mauve, streaking through the spacious tent with seemingly effortless grace. You gripped on another bar, flipping upwards onto the thin beam hanging by two ropes, curling a leg around the knots before you raised a hand, bowing down to the audience with a brilliant grin. The crowd seated around him burst out in raucous applause, and San, still slack-jawed, accidentally dropped all the crushed peanut shells onto the ground in his haste to join the ovation himself.

You disappeared in flashes of wine-hued lights and a flurry of green confetti. The ringmaster had come out not too long after, a tophat perched precariously on his head and the tail of his maroon suit so long that it brushed the ground of the circus. San recognized this man to be Hongjoong, the esteemed organizer of the infamous traveling circus.

The show ended before his heart could recover from the damage that you had inflicted, still fluttering incredibly fast within his ribcage, like a panicked bird trapped in its cage. His palms were sweaty when he timidly approached the ringmaster once the crowd had thinned away, wringing his hands furiously.

“Hello,” he greeted Hongjoong, cursing the quiver in his tone. “I’m a huge, huge fan of your traveling circus, sir.”

“Oh?” The man arched a fine brow. “You want an autograph?”

It was concerning how long it took San to articulate a reply, only for him to choke out a meek, “No.”

“No?”

“I mean—!” San held his hands out, wincing at his own stumble. “I would love an autograph, sir, but that’s not what I wanted to ask you. I, uhm, I’m a trapeze artist myself, you see. Been practicing my whole life. I was wondering… if you’re looking for any new recruits.”

The ringmaster was silent for several moments, leaving San to shift his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. Drawing in a breath, Hongjoong dipped his head. “You know, you’ve got real impeccable timing, kid. I’ve been meaning to hold auditions for a while. C’mon, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the crew. Then you can show me what you can pull out of your sleeve.” He tugged at the cuffs of San’s loose tunic with a wink. “Besides, Y/N has been complaining about their solo act for a while. They’ve been beggin’ to have a partner. Think you’d be up for it?”

Hongjoong gestured loosely to the right, and San spotted you speaking animatedly with the flaming-sword swallower, eyes alight with mirth.

Gods, San hadn’t even spoken to you yet and he was already in far too deep.

“Yeah,” he said, a little breathless, “yeah, that’d be amazing.”

With a flourish, Hongjoong called you over, and the way your head shot up with a small smile gracing your glossed lips made San melt just a tiny bit.

“Y/N, meet… What's your name again?”

“San,” he coughed out, flushing a ripe shade of crimson under your curious gaze. Up this close, he could see the gentle scintillation of purple glitter over your eyelids, matching the flattering hue of your trapeze costume.

The corner of Hongjoong’s lip curled upwards. “Right. Y/N, meet San. San, I’m sure you already know who this is.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said brightly, sticking your hand out. San didn’t take it, only staring at you with wide eyes. “Um…”

“Oh! Sorry.” He fumbled for your hand. If you had noticed how drenched his palms were, you gave no sign of knowing, to which San was eternally grateful.

“San here says he’s a trapeze artist himself,” declared Hongjoong, hooking his thumbs against the lapels of his tailcoat.

Tilting your head with a newfound interest, you mumbled out, “Oh? Well, I’d love to see what you can do, San. I’ve been dying to have a partner.”

San quickly found purple to be his favorite color. It was yours as well, and San loved just about everything about you. From the way you mumbled out a short countdown under your breath every time you took a leap from the swinging platform, to the way you would grin from ear to ear whenever he brought you those granola bars you enjoyed so much, and especially when you would snort at his lame jokes and lightheartedly call him an idiot. You were every possible shade of purple at once, and San was beginning to understand why it was such an expensive color.

It’s been almost a year since San met you, and it was safe to say that he was utterly infatuated. Tonight was one of the biggest shows yet, and he had already donned his violet garb, stretching his limbs and rolling his shoulders with a profound confidence that he lacked all those months ago.

“Howdy, pardner,” you announced from just behind him in a faux-southern accent, tipping a non-existent hat his way. “Ready for the show?” You maneuvered your way towards him, bumping his hip with yours with a beam.

San nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be. I mean, we only practiced like, what, twelve hours a day? It’s all muscle memory at this point.”

The look you shot him was enough for San to stop stretching, pivoting on his heel so that he’d completely face you, holding his hands out expectantly. Sheepish, you slipped your fingers through his, admiring the glittery sheen of purple eyeshadow over his eyelids, mirroring the same makeup look that you always donned for your show.

“Something’s on your mind,” he said, more of a statement than a question. “I can tell. Are you okay? Is something wrong? Do I have to tell Hongjoong you’re not feeling well?”

A light peal of laughter slipped from your lips, which made San’s tense shoulders loosen only a smidgen. “No! No, I’m fine. Well, I think so. I just…” You tilted your head slightly, a habit that San found awfully endearing, and puckered your lips to the side, observing him with an unreadable expression. “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’ll be fine!”

“Come on,” said San after a moment’s hesitation, gripping your hands tighter to lead you out of the dressing room. “We’re starting soon. You’ll tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

The soft smile you shot him seemed a little strained to San, but he reluctantly shrugged it off as pre-show nerves. It’d be alright, he internally consoled himself. Besides, you’d done this routine a million times before. What could go wrong?

Purple meant a lot of things to San. It meant the sweet chime of your laughter, the soft brush of your touch, and the breath-stealing glamor of your performances. It meant spending nights outside the circus tent with you, watching the setting sun spill reds over the blue sky, bleeding into lilac. It usually meant love for San—because purple was always associated with you.

Never had he been afraid to see purple.

The blood across the sand of the circus floor appeared so dark that his eyes saw purple for a brief moment. The ripped fabric of your performer clothes, tatters of purple everywhere at once…

The worst part was not being able to see you for hours after the incident, waiting outside the hospital operating room, unable to stay still. The rest of the circus crew was there as well; some of them had makeup running down their faces as they cried tears of fear. Some tried consoling others with quiet voices, and some paced the small space in agitation, San being one of the latter. Hongjoong had eyed him with growing concern, but quickly backed down when San shrugged the ringmaster’s hand off his shoulder with a low snarl.

He should’ve known something was wrong. He should’ve stopped you. What had even happened? It all went by so quickly One second, you were doing just fine, balancing your weight across one of the beams with a smile, eyes flickering to meet his for just a moment, and the next, you were falling to the ground with nary a sound, and he was left yelling your name, swinging down as quickly as he could in an effort to reach you. San could still hear the sickening crack of your body hitting the ground, immediately followed by the shocked, panicked screams of the watching crowd. Hongjoong had gotten to you first, but not before dark mauve started staining the sands.

It was hours until he saw you again—the sun had both set and risen during his wait and some of his other coworkers had bid him adieu with worried glances, but he never left the waiting room. The doctors were reluctant on letting him in at first, but Hongjoong had convinced them to allow him into your room, even going as far as to removing his top hat (that he never, ever took off in public), with a solemn set of his jaw.

For the first time, San hated seeing you in purple. All over your skin littered dozens of bruises of various sizes, ranging in different shades of violet. San fought away the tears, kneeling beside your bed with a clogged throat. He had little to say, so he could only whisper your name, as if that alone would make your pain subside. Of course, nothing happened, and you remained still as a statue.

It was a day later that you had stirred awake, groans rumbling from your chest. You glanced around, momentarily bewildered, before your eyes landed on San hunched over the couch in the corner, chest rising and falling slow and steady. It hurt to smile, but you did so nonetheless.

Not even a minute later, San had risen awake, blearily lifting his head from where his nose had been haphazardly tucked into the crevice of his arm. At first, he had thought he was dreaming, seeing you grinning up at him with bloodied lips and the whole right side of your face unevenly discolored. It was certainly a shocking sight to see through the haze of post-slumber. Blinking twice, San had to croak out your name uncertainly to make sure this was real.

When you tilted your head like you always did when you spoke to him, you hoarsely gritted out, “Howdy, pardner,” in that same faux-Southern accent before promptly dissolving into a coughing fit.

San jerked out of his seat to fumble for a water bottle that had been placed by your table, and gingerly helped you take a few gulps of water.

“Shit,” he sighed out, screwing back the cap on the bottle before kneeling back down beside you, hesitantly reaching out to brush his fingers over your cheek, taking extra care to avoid the tender purple spots. “What happened, Y/N? I thought… I saw all that blood, and I thought…” San couldn’t bear to finish his thought, hanging his head in shame. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said firmly, furrowing your brows with a pained expression. “It was all on me. I’m sorry, San. I got distracted.”

Leaning forward, San grasped the rails of the hospital bed so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “By what? You’ve done this a thousand times before what… What was different? I can’t have this happen to you again, Y/N. You can’t just do that to me.”

Guilt flooded your features at the raw desperation in his tone. “I think,” you started, shifting with a low moan of pain so that you weren’t facing him, “I think I’m in love with you. I realized just a while before the show. It threw me off my game. And I got… I got nervous! I don’t get nervous during my shows, you gotta understand. Then I took one look at you and everything just disappeared. All I saw was you. Next thing I know, I’m in a hospital and you’re snorin’ away in the corner.” You smiled loosely, glancing at San to see if he was smiling, too.

He wasn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you said, and San could tell that you were staving away tears. “I’m sorry, that was really unprofessional of me. We can just pretend this never happened. Go back to how things were before this mess. I’m sorry.”

It took several moments for San to respond. Not because he was affronted or disgusted or appalled in any way, but because he hadn’t ever expected to hear what he’s been dreaming to hear for the past year finally fall past your lips.

“You know,” he began, which made you curiously glimpse towards him, “I’ve been in love with you all this time and not once have I fell off the rope. You gotta come up with a better excuse than that.”

A shocked silence rippled between you. The incredulous expression you donned, personified with wide, glassy eyes, folded wholly over your features, as if waiting for him to bark out a laugh and say, “Just kidding!”

But San was serious, and you quickly came to the realization that this was no joke. Ironically, much to San’s dismay, you could only shake your head, smiling like a damned crazy fool.

“God,” you chuckled breathily, wincing at how your face pinched painfully with each small movement, “it hurts to smile but I can’t stop. Shit!”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know,” he muttered, huffing out half a sigh and half a chuckle. “Never do that to me again. Ever.”

“Never again,” you vowed, the smile slipping off your lips momentarily. “Because I’ve already fallen for you twice, I’m not adding another tally to the chart.”

Wrinkling his nose at your comment, San muttered out, “I was so scared. Everybody was. Hongjoong even took his hat off. That’s when you know it’s a big deal.”

You drew in a sharp, mocking gasp. “He took his hat off? Now that’s just overreacting.”

“I can’t believe you’re joking around right now.”

“Hey.” You fixed him with a pointed stare. “I’m okay. We’re okay. At least… I hope we are? You’re not actually mad at me, right?”

San avoided answering your genuine query, much to your growing concern, but he leaned forward to gently brush his lips against your forehead. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, but you determinedly kept a straight face. “Get some rest. I’ll go tell the nurses that you’re awake. Love you.”

“... Love you, too. We have a lot to talk about, huh?”

“Yeah. But we’ll do that later. You make sure you’re all healed up first. You’ll be swinging again in no time.”

The grateful beam that painted itself violet over your visage almost made San dizzy with delight.

Purple, San concluded, was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. And that was love, he supposed. Love was purple, and purple was your color.

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [4] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right? Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, cliche fluff, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT)

Notes: lil development right there HAHSHSHHS , yes tojis appearing soon guYS hddhdhdh thank u for ur patience ily all and yall stay safe and drink lots and ltos of water!! sorry for the late update!

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You stare at the ring on your hand as you stand next to Nanami Kento in the grocery shop, you and him have agreed to see each other and go out once a week while fixing up the divorce papers.

Last week you both had gone to a cafe after work but had to end early since Yuuji had fell down the stairs (despite being athletic, the boy was awfully clumsy). This week, you both decided to do something mundane.

Grocery shopping.

“Hm, what does Yuuji think about this?” You asked, showing the man some bars of rice krispies, “He seems to be a sweet-tooth.”

“Sukuna is the sweet-tooth, Yuuji isn’t really picky with food.”

“Huh,” You hummed, “Sukuna seems so soft despite all the tattoo’s.”

Nanami rolls his eyes at your statement, “He’s just, as kids like to call these days, a nerd.” he retorts, taking the peanut butter off the shelf and carefully placing it in the grocery cart, “He enjoys mathematics and art,”

“Ah, hence the tattoo’s.” you thought out loud.

“I almost lost it when he went home a few months ago looking like that.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It was a sign of rebellion, saying that he didn’t want to move to Tokyo.”

You chuckled, eyes on him, “Must’ve shot up your blood pressure, Kento.”

He clicks his tongue in dismay, the memory still fresh. Nanami Kento unlike what Gojo Satoru said was a very easy person to like and accompany. Ever since that ‘mild’ mishap two weeks ago, you’d have calls and little quick meet-ups aside from the once a week dates.

At times it felt like the little wedding at the Izakaya hadn’t happened, it was as if you were just going out with him.

Nanami Kento didn’t even have to try so hard to make you comfortable, he was just...there and everything just seemed right. He had easily fit right in with your routine.

You continue to watch him and he stops in the middle of his tracks, blinking heavily, “Ah,” he mumbles, placing a hand over his eye.

“Oh,” you paused in your tracks too, “Are you alright, Kento?”

“Just dust,” He mumbles, “It probably got in.”

You hold back a laugh, how mundane, “Here, let me…”

You slowly take his hand away from his face, his eyes shut tight, trying to hold in the pain from the dust getting in his eyes, “Do you mind bending down a bit lower, Kento?” you ask, “I’ll have to blow it out of your eye.”

Nanami follows your orders and bends down. You slowly cup his cheeks and lean in closer to his eyes and softly blow. You notice the slight twinge of his body, the reaction making you inwardly giddy, “Feel better?” you whispered.

The older man opens his eyes and only then do you notice just how close you two were with each other. For a moment, movement around you is slow and you don’t even notice Maki Zen’in standing right in front of you along with Yuta Okkatsu.

“Sensei?”

You finally snap back to reality when you hear that very familiar voice calling you out. It seemed like Nanami had been caught up in the moment too, “Oh,” You cleared your throat, letting go immediately of Nanami’s face and jumping back, “Maki-chan.Yuta-kun. What a surprise.”

The young girl narrowed her eyes while Yuta’s ears were evidently red, signaling that he felt very embarrassed to walk in on that moment, “Hi sensei.” Yuta greets, clearing his throat, “I-uh sorry about that, I told Maki to walk away and-”

“It’s fine, Yuta-kun.” You laugh, a bit nervous. What would happen if she told Yuji and Sukuna about this? You knew how Maki was sort of close with the twins, although she did not know who Nanami was, she may describe him and if the boys were smart enough to catch on with it, you’d be entangled in it pretty quickly and you weren’t ready to meet them as their ‘oji-san’s’ partner.

You were a bit nervous and it was showing.

Nanami takes quick notice of this and slowly wraps his fingers around yours, a small smile appearing on his lips, “Good afternoon, you must be my partner’s students.” he greets, the man had a way with younger ones, you could only imagine how he was as a father figure to the boys growing up, “It’s nice to finally put some faces on the kids that Y/N loves to gush about.”

Unlike your nervousness a while ago, this man is calm, cool, and collected. You almost envy him at how good he’s doing this.

“At least you picked someone better than Toji-ojisan.” Maki nods, “This guy looks actually more serious with life than him.”

You feel Nanami’s brow quirk up at what she just said.

“A-Anyways, Sensei…” Yuta clears his throat, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend together. See you at Math class tomorrow!” He hurriedly grabs Maki’s wrist and zooms away at a speed of light. Leaving you two awkwardly standing there.

“Toji?” Nanami asks, curiously peering at you, “An admirer, I assume?”

“Megumi’s otosan.” You mumbled, embarrassed, “He likes to play jokes and all that. It’s nothing serious.”

“Hm.” he mumbled, a small dismayed look crossed his features and you wonder why, “If he does anything uncomfortable, you can pull my name out. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to take note of that.”

You both continue your way down the grocery aisle, not even noticing that he still has his long hand wrapped around yours.

“Y/N-sensei…” Nobara drawled, placing her head on top of the wooden end of the mop, “How come we never knew you had a boyfriend?”

“Oi,” Megumi growled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“You’re just jealous that Y/N-sensei didn’t get to be your new okaasan.” Nobara bit back, putting her tongue out. You watched as the raven-haired boy chunk the blackboard eraser at her direction, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Stupid,” He replied, “I’d never let Y/N-sensei near the jiji.”

“What’s he like, Y/N-sensei?” Junpei asked, tapping his chin, cutting the argument short, “I heard Maki-senpai talking about him.”

You watch as Yuuji placed his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, she was telling me how older he looked than you.” he exclaimed, you nervously gulped down. Yuuji sure wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Well,” You chuckled, trying to remain calm and oblivious, “He’s nice and he has kids.”

“Ha.” Sukuna droned, stopping whatever he was doing, his punishment despite not being given any by Nitta was helping the cleaners clean for the whole week, much to his dismay, he had to follow or you’d be giving him a slip, “You’re dating an old man? I thought the reason why you didn’t date the Zen’in-jiji was because he was old and he had kids.”

“Oh.” you looked down on your books on the desk, embarrassed, “I don’t have a problem with kids. In fact, I’d love to meet them.”

“Wah,” Yuuji’s eyes were sparkling now as he hurried in front of you and placed his elbows on top of your table and head on top of his hands, “I hope I really get to meet someone like you, sensei.”

“Stupid, I doubt any sane person would want to go with you.” Nobara said across the room, making Yuuji glare at her and started teasing her.

You chuckled once again at their antics. Meanwhile Sukuna continues to stare at you, eyes narrowing especially at the ring on your ring finger. For some odd reason, it held quite the familiarity.

Yuuji likes to think that Nanamin is the best godfather out there, technically, he was like a father to them already. So he had always wondered why he never got married, he was sure that when they were out a few times, many women would crowd for their ojisan.

His father’s very close friend, Haibara-ojisan had mentioned one fleeting moment back when he was babysitting them that Nanamin was very secretive on who he liked that even he didn’t know if he’d ever been in a relationship.

But things were different these days, for the past two weeks, he’d have one day wherein he’d go home later than usual. It was odd to say the least and not like he minded really, they were high school kids after all since Nanamin hated overtimes.

He mentioned it to Sukuna but his twin just rolled his eyes and said, “Man probably needs to chase the bag or something, he technically is paying for this nice house and two freeloaders here.”

Yuuji doubted it though! Nanamin earned pretty well and he didn’t really need overtime since he was technically the boss or so he heard from Geto-ojisan a few nights ago.

So while he was making them some katsudon for dinner that night and Yuuji was doing some homework for your class, he decided to ask the question.

“Saaay, nanamin-ojisan…” he drawled, placing his pen down, “You’re coming home a lot later than normal these days…”

The older blonde turns to the younger twin, face still straight-lace and stoic, something that Yuuji was accustomed to, “Work has me by the neck.” he replies shortly.

“Every wednesday’s?” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dating anyone?”

Silence erupted between them, the only sound could be heard was the sizzling of the chicken on the pan, “What made you say that?” he asked stiffly and maybe, if Yuuji was ignorant, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his brow but he wasn’t.

Yuuji prided himself to be an observant person, someone had said he could pass off to be a detective in the near future, he had the agility and the observation skills (sukuna said otherwise though and said he’d get himself killed if he were to ever enter that field)

“You sometimes have that weird look on your face when you look at your phone.” the boy pointed out, “But Sukuna says you’re just chasing the bag so maybe he’s right, he’s kind of the smarter twin after all.” he mumbles the last part with great disdain.

Nanami lowers the fire on the stove and places his hands on the counter in front of Yuuji, “What if I told you I was sort of seeing someone?” he mused, humoring the young boy.

“Are you really?” Yuuji’s eyes widened, surprised written all over his features, “What are they like, Nanamin-ojisan? Are they pretty? Do they know about us?”

“Oi what’s the noise about?” Sukuna’s raspy voice cuts through Yuuji’s excited one as he enters the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower and in house clothes with a towel hung on his neck.

“I told you Nanamin-ojisan was seeing someone!” Yuuji yelled, eyes sparkling since he was right this time, he quickly returned his gaze back to the older man, “When do we get to see them? Are they nice? How’d you guys even meet?”

“You’re seeing someone?” Sukuna spat, eyes wide in complete surprise, “How’d you even get someone to stay around with your uptight attitude?”

“Yah!” Yuuji yells, “Nananmin-ojisan is nice with women unlike you, no wonder girls are very scared to approach you!”

“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbles towards his twin then turns towards his godfather, “How the hell did you even meet?”

Nanami just shrugs, telling them they’ll know soon enough as he returns to his cooking. The boys seemed to dislike his answer though and continued to bug him. After cooking dinner and having their fill, he returns to his room and whips out his phone, a text message from you saying, ‘hey, the boys asked me about you earlier. They heard from maki-chan.’

The blonde wonders if he weren’t drunk, would he even consider doing this sort of thing? Dating was really out of the question, he admits he isn’t in the right place to go out with anyone especially with a young person like you.

He thinks he’s taking advantage of the power-dynamics since he’s older.

He doesn’t even deny how weird it was that you're still hanging around him especially when you had a far richer man as one of your admirers. Satoru may or may not have overhead Yuuji gossiping about you one time and your ‘relation’ with Megumi’s father, it was definitely a small world and judging from the Toji you had mentioned a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots that it was actually Toji Zen’in, a member of one of japan’s high business clans.

He shakes his head before pressing the call button, it only takes a few rings until you answered, “Hey kento.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

He hears the sound of a whizzing electric mixer on the other line.

“Boys gave you trouble?”

“No,” he could almost feel the smile on your words, “They were just surprised I liked a man with kids.”

“I reckoned, Yuuji seemed to have caught up too in my side. Been asking why I’m going overtime.”

Silence settled between you two for a moment and Nanami wonders if you’re scared out of your wits. You might be backing out this deal after testing those waters, “Maybe you should tell me when I could meet them then? We wouldn’t want them to run into us during one of our outings or when we’re fixing up the divorce.” you replied softly.

“Hm,” he mumbled, “I’ll be sure to ask them about that. For a temporary setting, you sure take this matter quite seriously, Y/N.”

“Well, I did say I’d help you out.”

A small smile reaches his lips as he hears your small and shy voice. It seemed like having people to check up on you by the end of the day wasn’t so bad, after all.

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