#sometimes i glance at the comments on that kind of thing and it is soul destroying seeing ppl's reactions

[astraystayyh]

Conversations with Hyunjin

or what i imagine dating Hyunjin would be like (kind of went overboard because i love this man).

warnings: reader feels insecure when hyunjin looks at them for too long. a little suggestive in the end. hyunjin is dramatic but we love him 🫶

if you enjoy please reblog or leave a comment,, means the world to me <3

Minho's version.

"Look a bit to the left... Perfect", Hyunjin gently grips your jaw, his paint-stained fingers slightly moving your head to the side. You were in Hyunjin's little art studio, and he was halfway through sketching a portrait of you.

He didn't explain why he suddenly wanted to draw one, but his multiple kisses on your face the night before were enough to convince you.

But now that you were sitting on this chair and he's been looking at you for the past half an hour, you can't help but feel self-conscious. He was intently staring at you- you wondered if he started to notice all the imperfections on your face.

Hyunjin's brush strokes falter when he realizes that you are fidgeting with your fingers. He tries to hold your gaze, but you avoid it each time, a tight smile drawn on your lips. You scratch your throat, once, twice, and he steps away from the canvas.

"Angel," he smiles when he's right before you. He doesn't have to look down to grab your hands- they find each other instinctively.  "What's wrong?".

"Nothing," you attempt to smile, but your voice is strangled, and Hyunjin feels his heart drop in his chest.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?". His voice is quiet, a stark contrast to his excited demeanor when he just started painting you.

"No! No, baby. Never", you reassure, squeezing his hand tightly. "It's just... I feel like the more you stare at me, the more you'll notice my imperfections".

"What imperfections?" he questions seriously, his head tilted to the side as if the thought of you having a flaw was inconceivable.

"I don't know... I just don't like it when people stare at me a lot, I guess".

"My love, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen," Hyunjin leans down, leveling his eyes with yours. He needed you to know how serious he was.

"You are only saying this because you love me," you smile, and he shakes his head no vehemently. "The first time I saw you, I squeezed Jisung's arm so bad I almost broke it."

You've lost count of how many times you've heard this story. Each time you hang out with the boys, Han has to remind Hyunjin that he was starstruck when he saw you. But it still made you feel warm inside- like a blanket tightly wrapped around you.

"You looked so beautiful, and you also had this alluring aura surrounding you. I wanted to talk to you as soon as I laid my eyes on you", he pecks your nose, and you scrunch it up in response.

"And I'm glad I did because not only you're the prettiest human alive," he leans away, his hands gesturing up and down in reverence, "but your soul is the most beautiful thing about you."

"Now," he gently flicks your forehead, and you laugh, "no more talk about imperfections."

"Yes, sir!" you giggle, and he smiles softly at you. "You know what? Let's leave the portrait for another day. Come sit with me while I draw?"

"You know I can't say no to that."

And so for the next hour, Hyunjin paints your favorite flowers with you curled up in his lap. You don't talk much as he draws, but his minty breath tickles your neck from time to time and you haven't felt this content in a while. 

°°°°°°°°°°

"Babyyy, what's wrong?" you lean into Hyunjin's side, who was seemingly ignoring you. You've just returned from running some errands to find Hyunjin sulking on the bed.

"Nothing," he huffs, turning his head away from you.

"Then why aren't you kissing me?" you whine, and he steals a glance at you.

"Because you didn't kiss me first."

"What are you talking about?" you chuckle, making him sulk even more.

"In the morning, you didn't kiss me," he grumbles, and you internally melt at his antics. Sometimes Hyunjin made you feel as if he needed your kisses to breathe.

"I did, you were asleep, but I kissed your cheek."

"Well, I didn't feel it."

"Yeah, because you were asleep, dummy," you giggle, and he finally looks at you, his tongue poking slightly against his cheek. He knows he's been ridiculous but it was too late to back out now.

"Well, then you should've woken me up!"

"I will next time", you smile at him, and he brightens up, "You promise?"

"Pinky promise". You lace your pinky with his, and you both kiss your thumbs, stamping them together.

"Now come here" You open your arms wide, and he sinks into them. His mouth falls perfectly on top of your collarbone, and he grazes it gently with his teeth, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

"Baby?", he calls out a while later.

"Mhm?"

"On second thought, don't wake me up. I probably need the sleep", he says sheepishly, and you giggle, "I know."

°°°°°°°°°°

"Hey, love," Hyunjin leans in to kiss your forehead, snapping you out of your haze.

"Hey," you turn your eyes back to the TV, hugging your knees tighter to your chest. You weren't really watching the movie you put on; you just needed something to take your mind off the weight on your chest.

"Bad day?" he asks, his tone soft, and you nod silently.

Hyunjin kisses your head again, and for a second, the world around you stills and you feel okay. But his lips quickly leave you, and you're left aching for his hold.

"Wait here," he tells you, and you hum in reply; you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

Ten minutes later, Hyunjin comes back to the living room. He pulls you up and leads you to the bathroom. There, you find some candles lit up and rose petals thrown on the ground.

"Let me take care of you," he says as he starts to undress you. You appreciated how he kept his voice barely above a whisper; the bathroom was fit for hushed conversations only.

When you are both bare in front of one another, he pulls you into the bath he filled- your back flush against his chest, and you sigh contently.

Hyunjin pours some gel wash into his hands, then rubs it on your skin, skillfully massaging your tense body. He's so gentle with you- his touch is featherlight, and his mouth leaves a sweet trail of kisses on your back. You feel as if you are floating in space, somewhere where no one can hurt you.

You notice that he used his body wash, not yours; and soon his scent surrounds you until all you could smell is him.

You know that this way, you'll carry Hyunjin with you throughout the night, and onto the following morning when he is no longer there with you.

His scent on your skin will remind you of how he took care of you, how he loved you, how he held you so close to him until you both became one.

°°°°°°°°°°°

"You don't have to stick your nose in the painting to see it", you giggle, and Hyunjin leans away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

"I'm trying to see the details. Leave me alone", he pokes his tongue out at you, and you retaliate with the same childish gesture, which in turn makes the both of you chuckle.

You lean your cheek against Hyunjin's arm, and you both contemplate the painting in comfortable silence. "I really wanna be poetic, but this just looks like a child's drawing," you finally say, and he laughs loudly, head tipped back- you can't help but stare in awe at how much joy suits him.

"That's what I thought too!" he high-fives you excitedly before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the next painting.

It's one of a Renaissance couple kissing, their hands cradling each other's cheeks closely- as if they can't possibly get enough of each other.

"Now this is beautiful", you sigh, and he pokes your side gently. "Let's recreate it."

"You just want an excuse to kiss me", you wiggle your brows at him, and he holds your jaw, beckoning you closer to him.

"And what about it?" he smiles bashfully before crashing his soft lips on yours.

Hyunjin might be biased, but he thinks that if someone were to capture this moment, it would look much better than the painting behind you two.

°°°°°°°°°

"This bag is so heavy," Hyunjin whines, and you stare at him pointedly, "I told you not to buy all that stuff."

"But they were dumpling-themed toys for dogs! I had to get them for Kkami."

"That dog doesn't even like you," you tease, and Hyunjin screeches loudly, stopping in his tracks. "How dare you!"

As you two continue your bickering, an old couple passes you hand in hand. They are seemingly arguing, but as you near them, you can tell they are just joking- just like you two. The fond way they gazed at each other with was a clear testimony of their love.

You and Hyunjin both turn to look at each other; mouths slightly hang agape. "I just got chills," he whispers, and you nod in agreement, "I think we just saw our future selves."

"I can't believe you'll annoy me even when I'm seventy", he jokes, and you lightly punch his side. But in true Hyunjin fashion, he yelps loudly as if you had hurt him.

"Will you still be this dramatic when we are older?"

"This is the only correct way of living", he declares solemnly, and you laugh heartily. The truth is, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Hyunjin throws his arm over your shoulders, bringing you closer to his side. He presses a quick kiss to your head, and you wrap your arm around his middle, resuming your walk.

"I was always afraid of growing up, but it doesn't seem as daunting with you. Because I know I'll have you with me in the end", he says and you beam at his words.

"I can't wait to meet every version of ourselves."

"I know I'll love you in each."

"Yeah? Even if I annoy you every day?" you smile cheekily, and he pinches your cheek affectionately.

"Even then. You are my last love, yn".

°°°°°°°°°°

"Don't come in!", Hyunjin shouts as soon as you open the door. His arms are open wide like a shield blocking you from stepping forward. 

"And why is that...?", you chuckle, slightly pushing him away to pass. He doesn't budge, and you frown.

"Please just go, go, go," he grabs your shoulders, spinning you around until you are facing the door again.

"Hyunjin, what are you hiding?" you ask, amused as you free yourself from his grip. He looks everywhere but at you, and doubt starts to seep inside you. 

"Are you... are you with someone?"

"NO! God, no, how could you think that?"

"Well, you are acting suspicious, I don't know!" You throw your hands up in the air defensively, and he sighs.

"Fine, come see."

Hyunjin walks first into the kitchen, and you gasp softly. To say it's a mess would be an understatement. There are pots everywhere, flour on the ground, and some clearly not-edible cookies on the table.

"This is embarrassing" He hides his face between his hands, and you giggle, gently removing them.

"Did you try to bake for me?" you coo, leaning your face into his until your noses brush together.

"Yeah, I know you've been working hard, and I wanted to surprise you. But clearly, I shouldn't have."

You feel your heart clench at the defeated look on his face, so to cheer him up, you grab a cookie from the tray. Its brown color throws you off, but you still take a big bite. You try your hardest not to scrunch your nose because he definitely used salt and not sugar, and oh- that's an eggshell you are chewing right now.

"This is yummy," you force out, and he rolls his eyes at your blatant lies.

"Please spit it out. I don't want you to die from food poisoning."

You oblige eagerly, thankful for the opening, and Hyunjin leans against the counter, gazing sadly at the cookies. 

"You are the best boyfriend in the world. You know that?"

He timidly shakes his head no, and you smile softly at him, "You are. Now let's clean this and order pizza. I'm starving."

"You are not mad?"

"Why would I be?"

"The kitchen is a mess."

"Well, it's our mess to clean up., And you doing this for me made me so so happy." You stand on your tiptoes and grab the back of his neck, pulling him downward for a kiss. When he leans away, you smile cheekily at him, and he rolls his eyes at you, "Come on, just say it."

"Leave the cookies to Felix."

"Noted."

°°°°°°°°°°°

"Guess who?" you whisper in Hyunjin's ears as you cover his eyes with your hands.

"An intruder who is oddly romantic?", Hyunjin jokes, and you flick the back of his head playfully, "I hate you."

Hyunjin turns around to grab your arm and drags you across the couch. "You love meee", he singsongs as he makes you stand between his legs.

"Yeah, I do" you giggle as he looks up at you, a huge smile on his face.

He looks so pretty from this angle, you think, his eyes wide and sincere poring into yours. You liked how Hyunjin never hid any of his emotions from you; and right now, you could clearly see the adoration he felt for you painted on his face.

You swipe your thumb affectionately across his cheek, and he leans into your touch, totally unguarded. "So... your birthday is in a month," you grin at him, "but since you'll be busy, I figured I'll give you your gift early on."

"You are my gift," his reply is instant. You once thought phrases like those were cheesy but you quickly realized that Hyunjin means them. He says them so easily because it's the truth for him.

"I think you'll really like this present," you smile excitedly as you pull out an envelope from your back pocket.

"Open it," you urge him, and he does as you say. He takes out two plane tickets and looks up at you, confused.

"What are those?"

"We are going to Paris!"

"We are?"

"Yes! In a week. I've prepared everything! I made all the reservations and a list of all the places we could visit. And I got us an exclusive tour of the exhibition you've been dying to see", you explain happily. You've been planning for this trip for a month now, you wanted it to be perfect for him.

Hyunjin's eyes well up with tears and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. You knew how badly he wanted to go to Paris, and you went to all of these lengths to make him happy.

"Yn... I..." he stammers, and you hold his hands, gently squeezing them into yours. "It's okay, Jinnie. I know."

"No, I need to say it... I..." he pulls you onto his lap and you place your legs on either side of his body. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you pat his back gently, giving him a few moments to gather his thoughts.

"The reason why I wanted to draw your portrait is because I wanted you to see yourself how I see you. I wanted to capture you in a way only I can because I'm so in love with you," he pauses and you kiss his temple, overcome by emotion.

"I hoped that decades from now, someone would find those portraits and they will see how perfect you are. This way, you'll live again through my paintings and my love for you."

"Jinnie...." you whisper, at loss for words. Now it was your turn to tear up.

"Can I finish your portrait in Paris?", he clears his throat and you giggle through your tears, "Please."

"We also should get a portrait done of the two of us on the streets. And we'll hang it in the living room."

"Isn't that a bit pretentious?"

"It's our home. Who's picture are we going to frame? Han?"

"I mean he is our biggest supporter...", you trail off and he laughs at your words, "He really is. But I'm your number one fan."

"Prove it", you smirk and he flips you around until you are laying on the couch and he's caging you with his arms- the necklace he bought with your initial on it dangling over you.

"Oh I will."

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(if you want to know how Hyunjin celebrated op's birthday, you can read When I fell in love heheheh)

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[lvrcpid]

disciples.

your eyes fluttered open as the sun peered through the entrance of the mauri. your body ached in all different spots, the feeling almost dreadful.

“you’re awake, how are you feeling?” a voice called from behind you. it was tonowari. wasn’t he the olo’eyktan? why was he here with you?

noticing your confusion, the metkayina man smiled down at you and lifted you up slowly, minding your head in his hold.

“my wife and daughter went out to gather more herbs for your medicine, i offered to watch you until you woke up.” a small smile spread across your face as your looked up at him “thank you..” you spoke softly as he stood up and gave you a curt nod.

“here child, you need to eat” he brought over a bowl of soup for you. you took the bowl and set it down, your appetite not really setting in just yet. tonowari noticed this and sat down in front of you, taking your hands into yours.

“what’s on your mind child? you seem troubled” you hesitated for a while, you didn’t know if to trust him or not. you haven’t had a stable male figure for basically your entire life, you didn’t know how to open up to anyone.

“well i uh..” you stopped yourself, catching your breath before sighing. you had only met tonowari a few times, and those times were genuinely horrifying, he was a big scary man, you didn’t know he could be this kind hearted.

“well it’s my family..” you started, staring down at the bowl , refraining from eye contact. “i was under there for 4 days before they realized i was gone..they probably would’ve gone longer if we’re being honest” you began to choke up. the thought of their betrayal running circles in your mind.

“it’s been like that my whole life..when neteyam was born it was fine for a while, of course he was a baby he needed more attention .. then came lo’ak..then kiri..” you sighed and looked up at him, his eyes softened as he listened to your troubles, the man took pity on you. you were just a child. no child should go through this

“my parents were more worried about them..my brother was to train to be the next olo’eyktan and kiri to be tsakarem..my parents didn’t believe that i was good enough to do any of the important stuff, they wanted me to stay the hunter of the family..so they gave them all of the attention.”

you pulled a small beaded string from your hair and showed it to the man in front of you. “the last time something was added to my songcord was when i was 3, i had to add things myself..like when i completed my right of passage..alone..or when i caught my first fish..alone” you sighed, reminiscing over your childhood, how blank and bleak it seemed.

tonowari listened to it all. all of your troubles, all of your struggles. he was fuming. you were such a beautiful soul, so innocent and curious, how could your own family treat you like this.

you both didn’t notice ronal and tsireya return. the pair both shared a pitiful glance before carefully sitting at your side. ao’nung was standing there the entire time, he hadn’t left for the morning just yet. at first he didn’t like you, you were some forest freak who came intruding on their land, but after hearing your life story, the male felt for you, he felt bad for you.

he sat next to tsireya as they all began comforting you. the feeling was uncomfortable to say the least, but you weirdly felt safe with them, like that lonely void was being filled little by little.

after the conversation, ao’nung came and sat next to you, offering his hand “i know my mom said you shouldn’t leave just yet..but you need some fresh air, i know it can get stuffy in here sometimes”

you hesitated. didn’t he JUST try to fight you not even last week, now he’s being a sweetheart? you thought for a minute, hesitantly taking his hand as he raised you up, walking with you outside.

“hey uh..im sorry about last week and..your entire family, nobody deserves that..even if you are a forest freak” he smiled at you. you rolled your eyes at his last comment but smiled anyways, appreciating the apology.

“hey nung!- woah (y/n)?! where have you been?!” you turned your head to see neteyams friend rotxo, he had been there the day you all had arrived to awa’atlu.

“you know..died..came back to life you know, the regular” you joked. “come on not funny (y/n)” he said. your face went serious “oh no im not joking see?” you pointed to your chest and he almost fainted. “man you’re such a wimp” ao’nung laughed and pushed his friend back up on his feet.

soon eclipse fell onto awa’atlu, the sounds of the ocean waves and forest critters filled the air. you were back in tsahìk mauri with ronal checking up on you.

“you know you don’t have to go back home..you’re more than welcome to stay here with us” ronal spoke, breaking the silence.

“no im okay..i don’t wanna intrude into your family” you spoke, your bones still sore. “nonsense child..it is clear your family has..forsaken you..” ronal trailed off, attempting to be careful with her words. “you are only a child..you need a place to stay..now im not asking..i am telling..” she finished, standing up and looking down at you.

“ao’nung and tonowari will retrieve your things tomorrow..from now on you are staying with us..as a family..i need to keep an eye on you child..” she bent back down and cupped her 4 fingered hand on your cheek.

you felt her warm hands turn into an embrace. you weren’t sure if it was because she was the tsahìk or what but her embrace felt motherly, something you hadn’t experienced. she smelled of flowers and the ocean. a welcoming smell. you held back tears as you softly returned the embrace, mumbling out a quick thank you before breaking the hug. you didn’t want to go back home, you didn’t want to be with that family anymore.

they have the other kids, they’ll be fine without me. i’m pretty sure they don’t even care

when tsireya and aonung heard the news , they were over joyed! ao’nung was finally glad to not be the oldest anymore and he seemingly enjoyed your presence after the day. tsireya was over the moon, she finally had someone who she felt comfortable enough around to tell anything. ronal and tonowari were just as happy, your smiling face after seeing your tearful expression with your family made them happy. they silently promised to eachother they were going to give you the best life you could have.

you finally had a family. a place you were accepted and loved. no matter the conditions.

when news broke to the sullys, they were truly distraught. you felt bad as you stood in their mauri, head hung low as tonowari stood tall behind you.

“you can’t just take our child!” neytiri yelled, walking towards you and attempting to pull you into her embrace. you shook her off and sighed “they aren’t taking me mom..i’m going willingly” the family fell silent.

jake furrowed his eyebrows before moving to a now sobbing neytiri as she attempted to open her arms to you. you moved back harshly as you turned away from her.

“(y/n) you can’t just leave! we’re your family!” lo’ak shouted, stomping up to you and grabbing your hand. you quickly shoved him away and hissed at him. lo’aks face dropped. you never hissed at him before.

“(y/n) come on just think this through..we’re sorry okay? just don’t leave..we need you..” neteyam slid over to your slowly, refraining from touching you seeing as though that was the last thing you needed.

“neteyam stop-“ you felt a body attach itself to your leg. you looked down and began tearing up. it was tuk. she was sobbing. “(y/n) please don’t go! i’ll be good i’m sorry just please don’t go!!” she clung to you like glue.

kiri couldn’t stand to look at you, knowing she would cry at the scene.

lo’ak was now stomping over to his dad and looking back at neteyam “dad do something!!” his voice cracked , almost crying.

jake looked at you with pleading eyes, almost saying “please don’t do this to us”. you stared down at tuk, tears glossing your eyes as you softly moved tuk from your leg and stormed out of the mauri, mumbling a quick “im sorry” under your breath.

ao’nung walked inside and gave his father a look before beginning to grab your things , jake having to hold neytiri back as ao’nung began to grab your things and move them out.

“dude come on..mom! dad! do something!!” lo’ak was now sobbing as he attempted to plead with his parents. but there was nothing anyone could do, you were gone, out of their grasp.

ronal was outside of the mauri and had heard everything, taking your now sobbing figure into her embrace, rubbing your back as you sobbed into her shoulder. she felt bad for you. she knew you wanted to leave, but knew it would pain you to do so.

neteyam had been crying before a wave of anger washed over him. they were your family, how could you just up and leave them like that.

he pushed past ao’nung before storming to where you and ronal were, yelling out “we’re your family!! sullys stick together remember!! this is selfish!!” he yelled purely from anger and hurt.

his words trigged something in you. selfish. you? selfish.

your sobbing began to die down as you turned to neteyam, storming up to him and grabbing his braids, tossing him back into the mauri.

“you wanna talk family? let’s talk family shall we?”

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[cordeliawhohung]

oh em gee hiii! feel free to ignore but what about Simon comforting anxious!reader?

AHHHHHHHHH 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

i started writing this with mafia!simon in mind because i'm an idiot but here you go lmao. reader has a small anxiety attack but simon comforts her and they share a sweet moment <3

sometimes you tried to be interesting.

you tried to dress nice and pretend to enjoy the liquor in your cup as if the music that pulsed around you wasn't overwhelming. you tried to smile gracefully as someone apologized for bumping into you the millionth time that night as if their touch didn't make your skin ache and crawl. pretended that you wanted to be there, in that crowd of sweaty bodies and bitter breath. with glassy eyes, you pressed the rim of your cup against your lips as you painfully laughed at someone's crude comment, because interesting people didn't cry at the drop of a hat.

that night you were the world's greatest actress, and most unfortunate fool. great in the fact that no one, not even your friend, noticed your discomfort, and a fool to think that you would be able to play the part forever. because you could push back that bile and patch up that corrosion all you wanted, you had done so your entire life anyway, but you knew full well that it would always break. something would have to give.

the floor disintegrated beneath your feet the moment you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you spilled your over priced drink on the floor trying to slap them away. several people shouted at you, mostly in good spirits, about the party foul you made as their feet crushed your plastic cup, but you didn't hear a word of it as your eyes landed on Simon. hand half wet with the alcohol you spilled on him, he looked at you with what you hoped was concern and not annoyance.

even among all those bodies, the flashing strobe lights, the haze of cigarettes and weed, he still found you. his eyes, so dark, so careful, always found you.

you forgot all about being interesting halfway up the stairs to the second floor. the only thing you could focus on was the pounding in your chest and the pit of dread eating you from the inside out while Simon pulled you along with him. eventually, everything became quiet. muffled like you had fallen under water, still there lurking above the surface waiting to be unleashed, but manageable.

"c'mon," Simon urged, guiding you further along.

it took you a moment to realize the two of you were in some private room, and even then it still didn't fully hit until you were sat on the couch and held in Simon's arms. he whispered quiet and kind words to you that you couldn't quite understand over the sound of your anxiety wreaking havoc in your rib cage, but the warm baritone of his tone was all you needed. so you focused on him and only him. the warmth of his body bleeding through his clothes and onto your cheek as you leaned against him. his hands running up and down your bare arms and sweltering skin. he calmed you with soft touches and the gentle reminder that you were okay.

"what's goin' on?"

there wasn't a reason for your turmoil. no simple explanation you could string together to get anyone to understand the thoughts raging in your mind. how were you supposed to tell someone you were born that way? with cracks and crevices in your brain full of nothing but darkness that no one could heal or kiss away? but his arms felt nice around you, and that was enough for now.

finally brave enough to pull your face off Simon's shoulder, you glanced around the room he took you to where you were fully able to realize just how alone the two of you were. there wasn't a single other soul with you, though you could see a long window on the other side of the room that showed the perfect view of the balconies on the other side of the second floor.

"can anyone see us?" you asked instead, unsure how to answer his question.

following your gaze, Simon's eyes landed on the windows on the other side of the room. "no, they're two way mirrors. we can see out, but no one can see in."

curious, you stood from the couch and approached the windows with Simon close behind you. there were plenty of people on the second floor balconies leaning against railings as they sipped away at their drinks blissfully unaware of your gaze. then you turned your attention to the bottom floor. it was difficult to believe you had been a part of that pulsing mass of flesh just minutes before where limbs waved and weaved haphazardly between one another. what had been something too large and terrifying had quickly turned into something mesmerizing, like watching fish dance.

"everything seems so small up here," you said in a near whisper.

Simon hummed. "puts things into perspective."

you fell quiet for a moment as you watched the ocean of people underneath you and listened to the muffled drone of the music like crashing waves. you hated places like that. never really felt like you fit in; never really felt like you were wanted there. there was no rhyme or reason behind it. it just was.

"i... i don't know why i feel like this," you admitted, eyes still focused out the window. "everyone else always seems to enjoy being here, but i feel so on edge i can't relax."

Simon didn't look at you when you spoke, but you saw him gently nod his head in your peripheral vision. "there's not a whole lot of reason for anything," he explained. "sometimes things find you whether you'd like them to or not. anxiety, frustration... love. part of the human experience."

you tore your eyes off of the scene below you at his words and when you turned your attention to Simon you realized he had already been looking at you. that twisting feeling in your stomach felt oddly similar to the dread that plagued you down on the dance floor with your friend. similar, but not quite. it was something sweeter than dread, though just as scary.

"c'mon," he said as he nodded towards the door. "let's get you home, yeah?"

"i don't want to be alone," you blurted. "but i... will you stay with me tonight? just for awhile?"

there was some hint of a smile that pulled at Simon's lips at your request. nothing nefarious, or even in enjoyment. it looked more akin to relief than anything else. no matter what it was, you liked the way it made you feel; that you knew for sure.

"'course. couldn't ever say no to you, sweetheart."

yeah idk what this turned out to be either. it sounded cuter in my head lmao

#mafia!simon #mafia!ghost #mafia!141 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[brittscafe]

How they confess for : gin, shinji, uryu, yumichika , nnoitira abd ulquiorra (seperately ) plz

Fluff plz

Yes, of course!!! <3 <3

Gin:

He's very mysterious, even around you.

His use heavy use of sarcasm and mocking politeness makes it hard for you to tell just exactly how he feels.

Right before, Aizen's betrayal to the soul society...he pulls you aside.

His large hands come up to your face and cup your cheeks.

"Look at me, please." he demands, pulling your face towards his.

You gaze into his icy blue eyes full of sadness and regret.

You open your mouth to speak, but Gin eagerly presses his lips against yours.

His thumb brushes against your soft skin and his icy silver hair tickles your forehead.

Gin pulls away from you, wearing a warm smile on his face.

"I am truly sorry, Y/N," he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before disappearing.

Shinji:

He's such a tease.

Lingering touches and sarcastic comments whispered into your ear.

Hell, you're practically already dating, but one day Shinji will wrap his arm around your shoulder.

He'll pull you closer and lean his head down, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"You know...I like you, Y/N." he whisper with a seductive tone that makes your knees go weak.

Shinji steals a quick glance around, checking if there's anybody around.

He'll then dip his head and lock his lips with yours.

Uryu:

My poor man would be so flustered and stumbling over his words.

Uryu would meet up with after school and make sure it's just you two.

"I-I really like you!" he stutters out, squeezing his eyes shut.

He's honestly really scared to see how you react.

Uryu slowly flutters his eyes open as he hears your laughter ringing through his eardrums.

At first he's really confused as to why you're literally laughing his bright red face.

"I'm sorry for laughing, but that was really cute." you comment, before cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips on his.

Uryu's eyes widen and his heart pounds against his chest.

Yumichikia:

He's pretty confident in himself and his feelings.

Yumichikia makes you also feel confident, confident that you're beautiful and special to him.

You can feel his eyes burn a hole through you as he gazes at you with admiration and love.

Since Yumichikia is confident, he just goes right up to you after your soul reaper duties.

"You're beautiful, Y/N." he mumbles out, standing behind you.

You spin around and face him, a serious expression written across his face.

"What?" you stutter out as Yumichikia marches over towards you.

"You are absolutely stunning." he comments and a smile tugs on your face.

You grab onto the collar of his uniform and eagerly press a kiss to his soft, pink lips.

"I could say the exact same thing about you." you whisper against his lips.

Nnoitra:

Definitely a crude man, but he tones down his behavior around you...sometimes.

You're both on a mission, walking the deserted Hueco Mundo when his shoulder nudges yours.

"I'm not really sure why I like you." he comments, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

"Excuse me?" you scoff out, your eyes widening.

Nnoitra's eyes glue onto yours and he stops in his tracks, grabbing onto your arm.

He leans his head down until your lips are inches apart.

You can even feel his hot breath on your lips, causing them to tingle.

"I could kiss you. Would you like that?" he whispers, his lips lingering over yours.

Your stomach twists into uneasy knots and your eyes flicker up to his.

Nnoitra towers over you and you slowly bob your head.

Although, you squeeze your eyes shut and wait for Nnoitra to press his lips on yours.

"Not yet." he whispers into your ear.

Ulquiorra:

Honestly, he had to question himself for a very long time.

He has a hard time understanding feelings and had to ask a few other arrancars.

"I feel something for you." are the words that leave his lips.

You kind of just stand there, taking it all in.

You didn't know that Ulquiorra could feel anything...especially for you.

"I feeling something for you, too." you assure him, but Ulquiorra doesn't really know what that means.

You both stand in the defining silence until you step forward.

You grab onto his sleeve and press your lips to his cheek.

Ulquiorra's stomach starts to flip and for the first time, he can feel his heart thud against his chest.

"Do it again."

#ulquiorra imagine #ulquiorra shiffer #ulquiorra bleach #ulquiorra x reader #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleachanime #bleach #bleach nnoitra #nnoitra gilga #nnoitra x reader #bleach anime #anime #bleach yumichika #yumichikah #yumichika ayasegawa #uryu x reader #uryu ishida #bleach uryu #gin ichimaru x reader #gin ichimaru #gin x reader #shinji hirako x reader #shinji x reader #shinji #bleach shinji #shinji hirako

[joanofarcbutsilly]

shake the frost

simon “ghost” riley x reader

TW: angst to comfort!!!!!! simon and reader’s relationship is undoubtedly toxic (don’t worry it gets better), simon is not emotionally available in the slightest, mentions of sex in a friends with benefits type relationship but nothing is ever described, small disagreement, there’s kind of a breakup???? but it ends happy

not requested but this is for @corvusmorte who had commented on my last post about this song tehehe

simon has this undeniable coldness to him

he just seems to reek of apathy for his fellow man

upon first glance, you might think simon is just another product of military training. in general, for the type of work simon does, anyone would have to be able to distance themselves from people and the emotions they come with. i mean soap is normally a genuinely kind and thoughtful individual, but turns into a whole different being while on the field

simon is just different though. it doesn’t seem like he has any ability to turn it off, it’s just a part of him

without really knowing him, it’s easy to imagine peeling back this layer of his personality and finding a deep dark void where his soul should be

he is absolutely aware of this general aura and has never had the urge to make a change

he doesn’t get a lot of good first impressions because of this, and very rarely does anyone ever attempt to chip away at his shell

i cant stress enough it is HARD WORK to get to know this man

the fastest way to foster a connection with him is through a friends with benefits type situation (although he will not refer to you as a friend either, you are just a coworker with whom he has sex)

when you DO come to understand him a bit better from piecing little morsels of information together, you come to understand that his coldness is just a means to defend himself

years of pain and mistreatment quite literally from the day of his birth has turned him into a cornered dog, gnashing and thrashing at any attempts to get closer, wether you be friend or foe

knowing his reasons for this is one thing, but putting up with it is another. having empathy for his predicament does NOT mean that you should have to put up with any of his unkindness

i just imagine being in a relationship (if you can even call it that) with simon, built purely on physical interactions. you are someone to warm his bed, plain and simple, and he is not afraid to tell you this.

he has his moments, where he tries, in his own way, to maintain the connection you two have fostered

he’ll pick up little trinkets for you on his travels, little reminders that he DOES in fact think about you when you’re out of his room.

he’s also a pillar of stability for you. no matter the burden you carry. simon is one of those people who you just feel more relaxed by extension because he DOES NOT FREAK OUT

you can also take comfort in the fact that simon will ALWAYS be there to protect you. he will ALWAYS have your back, and even if he doesn’t vocalize it, you know that he would kill or die for you without an ounce of hesitation

he cares, not outwardly.

and you know, you KNOW he cares even if he doesn’t say it, you KNOW. but it can be so incredibly draining to be carrying the entire emotional burden of your relationship (which he vehemently denies the existence of)

so things can be good! you and simon have great moments! but some not so great ones as well

as mentioned, he refuses to acknowledge your importance in his life. and even though you can pick up on the clues of his actual thoughts and feelings on you and your whole arrangement, it can be so exhausting to be told and shown the opposite

some nights after your escapades he will let you stay, and sometime in the middle of the night you’ll wake up to a heavy arm across your abdomen and a heavy sigh. you breathe just a little bit quieter and resist the urge to rearrange yourself so as to not wake him up

the next day, he makes no mention of his midnight affection, so neither do you. you think you have turned a corner in the relationship.

but the next time you two- ahem- get together… following the activity he scoops up your things from the floor and drops them next to you on the bed with his eyes straight ahead. while you just kinda sit there in a disappointed stupor he silently walks to his bathroom, and you can feel the unsaid demand to leave his room before he gets back.

this is a pretty typical pattern, there’s the initial hope following an abnormally affectionate behavior or moment, which is immediately crushed when simon all but launches himself away to maintain a comfortable emotional distance from you.

you cannot vocalize your discomfort with this dynamic either. bringing this up would immediately start up an argument, where simon says that you are overreacting, and you knew what this was and what you are to him. this can end up happening a lot, he avoids healthy emotional communication like the PLAGUE.

after some time together you come to learn what sets him off in a fighting mood.

a BIG one to avoid is “prying” into his past. you cannot and should not be the one to ask any personal questions. all you’re going to get is a pissed off simon and a response along the lines of how “if he wanted to he’d tell you”

anything and everything you know about simon’s history is the result of a slip of the tongue, or the occasional comment by him or someone else on the 141

past this, it’s up to you to use your detective skills to piece together a timeline of simon’s life

following every fight or disagreement with simon there is a gap wherein you might as well be strangers.

the silence almost seems like a punishment, which makes fights absolutely unbearable. you’ve always got the thought in the back of your head that you two might never come back from this, and to keep any kind of connection with simon you’ve got to walk around eggshells for the foreseeable future.

the silence is hard, but he also just has his outbursts on occasion where he just absolutely snaps on you

these breaks happen in his own moments of emotional instability, like after a nightmare

when you do end up staying the night with him, and you hear the even cadence of his breathing suddenly interrupted before he tenses behind you, it’s critical to just lay there and pretend it’s not happening. should you wake him up, you have to pretend he was just snoring or moving around too much, and under no circumstances should you let him know you’re aware of his bad dream.

one such occasion ended up being the proverbial straw that broke the camels back. you finally believed the dynamic between you and simon was comfortable enough that you did wake him up and alerted him to the fact that you were aware of his bad dream, and of course he could tell you anything, and talking about nightmares with someone else often helps you get a better nights sleep, he just stared at you with a blank look for a few seconds. he then threw himself up to sit facing away from you, taking some deep breaths that slowly devolved into a growl. you hesitantly said his name again, which apparently set him off, standing abruptly and shoving his nightstand.

“ghost,” he corrects flatly between clenched teeth, “get out.”

it was clear to see there was no arguing with him, so you just peel his shirt over your head and set it on the bed before dressing and all but running away.

simon makes no attempts to talk to you for a while following this incident, and it is was honestly for the best. you love him, but you cannot put yourself in the position to be hurt by him again. this is the forced distance you need to make a break from you very clearly unhealthy situation.

this goes on for months following the initial confrontation, no late night rendezvous, no talks, no nothing. absolutely cold turkey.

the rest of the 141 is so sick and tired of you both during this for various reasons. they can all feel the tension rolling off of you both when you are either in each other’s presence, or one of you is brought up. price, although he does care for the well-being of his teammates, needs to make sure that all of the cogs of the machine are in working order. soap hates that ghost is in emotional turmoil, but can do nothing about it because any hand extended in simon’s direction might be ripped off. gaz is not as close with ghost as soap is, and doesn’t have a real concern in the leadership side of things, but absolutely hates the anxiety it causes. he misses just having fun with his teammates, but now he knows any teasing could go unbelievably wrong.

all of this comes to a head after a particularly grueling mission which lands you and soap in medical. soap ended up fine, he just had a dislocated shoulder and a nasty slash on his leg that the doctors wanted to keep a little bit of an eye on to avoid anything worse. soap was a good bedside companion, and easy company compared to the new norm of being constantly on edge. but all good things had to end, and johnny was freed from bed-rest and had to get back to work after just a few days. you weren’t gifted the same luck, and ended having to stay an entire week due to a broken ankle and a not so great concussion. sitting in the dark and sleeping constantly was a nice break, but it’s inevitable to get a bit stir crazy.

there was honestly nothing that could have been done, it was just a shit show. despite it not really being anyone’s fault, price is not quiet about the fact that maybe things could have gone better if two CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS could act like ADULTS and COMMUNICATE at WORK without RUINING THE TEAM DYNAMIC. price comes to you with this message, which usually would be unwelcome, but after being bored out of your mind, any human interaction was a welcome experience. price also makes the not so subtle threat of forced therapy should you and ghost not talk to each other within the next week (this was not so welcome). you assure price that you will talk to ghost when you’re off of rest.

this ends your little vacation, and you have to start thinking about how you are going to go about discussing this with simon

you have to sit there with nothing else to do other than twiddling your thumbs and staring at the ceiling, stewing in the pit of anxiety that’s brewing in the base of your stomach.

the confrontation comes much sooner than you’d like

just a day before your release you’re going along with your usual rumination of your expected conversation with simon, the metal rings of the curtain around your bed screech as they’re pulled back. a nurse sticks her head in through the window with a smile and tells you that you have a visitor.

much to your surprise you see ghost in full gear standing by the door like a vulture or some sort of gargoyle.

you stare at each other for a moment before you break eye contact and pretend to busy yourself with sorting out your bedding. without looking you hear the scuff-scuff of simon’s shoes dragging across the floor, and then the scream of a chair being carried along for the ride.

simon positions the chair next to your bed and takes a seat.

there’s a long stretch of silence which you decide to break, just to get the conversation over with, you tell him price already explained the situation to you. you apologize for any uncomfortableness on the field and end with a generic “i hope that going forward this will not affect our work relationship”

simon sighs after you finish and the silence returns yet again.

this time you decide that the ball is officially in simon’s court although you couldn’t have expect his next move

ghost leans forward and rests his arms on his knees, allowing his head to meet his hands.

despite his now floor facing position, it’s quiet enough to hear him apologize. simon says he’s sorry. he says the way he treated you was unfair and needlessly cruel.

still a bit shocked, you remark that although his actions did hurt you, you appreciate the apology.

you decide it is only fair that for all the pain he caused, he should sit in the same silence he had left you in all of those times before. he would not find comfort in you.

it takes a while for him to respond, just telling you that he knows.

you tell simon again that you appreciate the apology, but there is nothing much else to say about the matter. as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, you understand him more than he’d like. you know that he is a good person even if he doesn’t think so. but he hurt you. your only crime was trying to be there for him. you tell him it was so unfair for him to treat you like you had done something horribly wrong by attempting to be closer to him. to constantly send you mixed messages about what the two of you were and the nature of your relationship was. you told him you felt like an idiot. for following him around as if he hadn’t already very clearly shown you what he thought of you. it simply wasn’t fair. if all he wanted was sex, you could have helped him find a hooker, hell, you would have payed for it, just to make things clearer for yourself.

simon’s shoulders raise and his chest expands with an uncharacteristically shaky breath. you look away after this, unwilling to admit that for all he’s caused, his pain is directly linked to yours, and seeing him in any kind of distress causes a physical response in you.

this is why you don’t notice when simon moves his hand from his knee to the railing of the bed. you only notice when you hear the his hand sliding across the fabric of the thin sheet that covers you. unwilling to investigate visually where this is going, you continue pretending the ceiling is more interesting than whatever the hell simon is doing.

your feigned boredom makes the surprise of simon resting his hand on yours all the more shocking. this must show on your face, because when you snap your head up to meet simon’s eyes, he seems a bit hesitant. despite this, he keeps his hand on yours, letting the unspoken question of wether this was ok hang thick in the air.

you nod and he nods back, curling your hand around to entwine your fingers with yours and starts rubbing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.

he apologizes again. and says he knows you’re a good person. he knows you mean no harm, but he’s just afraid. he can’t help but think of how people who were supposed to love him treated him, and what happened to those who actually did. he knows this isn’t an excuse, but he needed to tell you. he needed to tell you that he misses you.

this is new. very new. you could never have dreamed of a conversation of this nature taking place with simon, and yet there you were

he tells you how much you mean to him, even if he doesn’t say it, and it’s not fair that you he can’t tell you.

there’s more silence, you don’t know if you could respond even if you tried

simon continues

he tells you he loves you

this obviously doesn’t fix everything, simon still has so much trouble believing your good intentions, but the difference now is that he’s trying

he decides that if he wants a real future with you he has to put in the work, so at your gentle suggestion, he asks price about his options for some therapy services he can get into contact with through the military (price choked on his own smoke)

you can still see simon trying to pull away sometimes but he warns you

when he comes back from a mission you hadn’t gone on for whatever reason, he will tell you if he had a particularly hard time. how he’s not feeling like himself at the moment and might need some space in the coming days.

he’s come to discover that this is much preferable to how he handles things before. you don’t get mad at him, you thank him with a comforting smile, telling him that you appreciate the fact that he told you and if he wants to talk about it you’ll be right here.

the nightmares are getting better too- well not the subject matter, but how he handles them

you’ll wipe the sweat from his brow after a nightmare and he tenses like he did when you thought it was over, but now he takes a few shuddering breaths before yanking you to him, arms wrapped around you in a vice grip and face shoved into the crook of your neck. he’s still tense, but not in the flight response you’re used to. breathes in your scent and mutters a gruff thank you as he tries to settle back into sleep. he hasn’t worked up the courage to tell what they’re about yet, but he takes comfort in the fact that you’ll be there for him if he needs.

he starts telling you things too.

simple things at first, like when he first read his favorite book. how his favorite color is dark blue because it reminds him of a blanket he had as a kid. you made some cookies for him one time, and he said he loved them, and told you about the last time he remembers having that sweet treat with his family.

most of it seems trivial, but such a huge step in the right direction it’s almost like he has been replaced by some imposter.

the culmination is when he takes you back to where he was raised. he walks you through the streets, hand in hand, and periodically stops to grab your attention. he will point out where he had his first job, his favorite restaurant that he only really liked because it was his moms favorite.

he is so much… more… now

the new best part of every day is when you and simon part ways for the day

as you go off to leave your practically shared room in the morning, simon always catches the you by the arm to bring you closer. he raises your hand to his lips, and closes his eyes, mumbling a quiet i love you against your skin

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO LONG

requests are open!

#simon riley imagine #ghost cod #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #cod x y/n #cod x you #cod angst #ghost angst

[byeoltoyuki]

✧ Memories of us ✧ 1st Kiss

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: It's finally out! Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Comments are too, I promise I don't bite (most of the time) ♥

Masterlist / next

Maybe staying so late just to finish your project wasn’t the best idea.

No, working on the project with Jisung was definitely a good thing and not only because you almost finished it. And the fact that it was with him was definitely the best part of this project; you got to spend hours with your crush, cracking jokes with him, staring (no so subtly) at him from time to time. No, it was definitely the good part. The bad part? Maybe you should have checked the weather before choosing the right place to work on this project. If you had checked the weather, you would have known that a place closer to your house would have been better. Or maybe you would have brought your umbrella with you. But you did none of that. And maybe it had everything to do with your little crush. 

Rain was pouring outside as you stood with Jisung at the library entrance. You stared helplessly at the puddles. There was no way you could survive this kind of rain; your shoes would be ruined, so would be your bag and probably your clothes too. 

“I don’t have my umbrella.” You whined. Should you call your mom, you wondered for a short moment but quickly disregarded the thought. No, you would rather suffer the rain and the ruin of your shoes than face your mom’s harsh words. 

Jisung outstretched his hand and watched as rain wet his hand. Yes, the two of you were doomed but he didn’t seem as bothered as you. “Oh well. The bus stop isn’t that far. We can run.” 

You stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “Bad idea. It might be close but it’s enough for us to get soaked and sick.” 

Jisung smiled sheepishly in response and fully turned to face you, grabbing your shoulders, he looked too excited for your liking. “Come on, Y/N! It’s just water!” 

Maybe you were a cat in another life and that’s why you hated the idea of running under the rain and getting wet. But one look at Jisung, and your will crumbled. How could one resist such a pretty and bright smile? His smile alone warmed your heart and everything seemed so much brighter. 

“We can’t wait for the rain to stop,” Jisung started giving you very good reasons why you should run. “It can be hours before it calms down and it’s already late. I don’t want to worry my parents.” 

But you knew his parents. They wouldn’t worry too much knowing their son’s antics. But you accepted his excuse because it applied to you. You had to get home if you wanted to avoid another fight that would leave you drained of all energy for the next three working days. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Fine. I hate to admit but you’re right.” 

“I know.” Jisung chuckled, “I’m always right.” 

You rolled your eyes at that and slapped his arm playfully for good measure. Jisung’s laugh only got louder and warmer and your heart flipped in response. God, you didn’t know how longer you can survive. 

Jisung’s hands slowly slid from your shoulders to your side - your heart leapt in your throat at the gesture. Yep, you were going to die and the rain was only half the cause. But then, Jisung grabbed your hand, gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze before slowly pulling you towards your doom. Did you complain? No. Not even when the first cold drops of rain hit your skin. Not even when you shivered from the cold. Because Jisung was holding your hand, tightly, never letting go and it was enough to warm your soul. 

“Not that bad, is it?” He chuckled and glanced over his shoulder to have a look at you. 

His smiles were contagious; you couldn’t stop your lips from stretching into a similar wide smile.  

“I’m not gonna say it.” You warned him. Your own ego stopped you from saying that he was right, it wasn’t so bad. 

Jisung shook his head and tsked feigning offense, nevertheless he squeezed your hand a little stronger and pulled you towards the bus stop. 

By the time you reached the bus stop, the two of you were completely soaked. Hair sticking to your face, your clothes a wet mess and you didn’t dare to look at your bag, hoping that it was only wet from outside and that your things were safe. You looked at Jisung who wasn’t in a better state than you but somehow still managed to look adorable. Life was so unfair. But in the middle of your misery, the two of you couldn’t hold back the fit of giggles. 

“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t my brightest idea.” He finally admitted it. 

It wasn’t but you didn’t care that much anymore. Before you could realize what you were doing, your hand reached for his face. Gently you brushed few strands of hair that were sticking to his face and hiding his eyes. Were you mesmerized? Absolutely. You didn’t think your crush on him could get any bigger, but now that you were standing so close to him, feeling his warmth, you weren’t so sure anymore. 

The moment you tried to pull away your hand, he grabbed your wrist and held it while his eyes kept darting back and forth between your eyes and lips. At this point, your heart was roaring, ready to explode. Whatever he was planning, it made your head dizzy, unable to focus on anything else. You wanted to kiss him. So badly. One small step and you could taste him. Just one. What did you have to lose anyway? If you got it all wrong, you could blame the rain and the cold that had clouded your brain. 

Before you could change your mind, you took the final step and pressed your lips against his. It was quick and hesitant but enough for Jisung to snap back to reality. You pulled back, apologies on the tip of your tongue but he was faster. Jisung pulled you fully against his body, one hand still holding your wrist, the other holding your face. He wasn’t hesitant, not like you. He pressed his lips against yours. It was gentle and sweet at first, yet it quickly turned into something more. Your head turned completely blank, the only thing that remained and that truly mattered was the feel of his warm, wet body against yours. The feel of his lips against yours. His taste. You were slowly but completely losing yourself, into the kiss, into him and it didn’t matter. It felt perfect and more. You had imagined kissing Jisung a thousand times and yet the reality was so much better. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like this, or who was the first to break the kiss. All you knew was that this kiss left you warm and fuzzy and wishing it could last forever. 

#stray kids #han jisung #stray kids x reader #han x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids fluff #memories of us

[italoniponic]

Just the Two of Salmon(us) | Sebek Zigvolt

Synopsis: You invite Sebek for a small lunch date on the weekend over this restaurant that you came to know that serves the best salmon of the region. And, with Sebek being Sebek, hilarity obviously ensues.

Sebek Zigvolt x gender neutral reader / small scenario / fluff, hc lore and silly crack / reader has the most difficult love rivals / 1090 words / use of “you” pronouns

Notes: I dedicate this for all Sebek stans and simps, inspired by @estcaligo ’s awesome art about the biggest rival against sebyuu: salmon! this man is a clown m-maybe i love him??? idk It’s a bit shorter than my usual scenarios but considering that it’s a simple idea and I was writing more for fun, I couldn’t extend much. I could. Believe me. You maybe had read my latest Sebek scenario, it was loooong. But I have other fics and things I need to write before my guilt hunt me down~ hope this is good enough for at least make someone smile a bit <3

Just the Two of Salmon(us)

You didn’t know how to react to that scene. While you were still on your first plate, Sebek was finishing cleaning the fifth grilled salmon dish he had ordered. You glanced at the restaurant owner who stared back at you, the two of you connecting your souls in only two thoughts: “How could Sebek eat so much and would he have enough money to pay?”

Not that you were ignorant about this fact when you invited your boyfriend to lunch on the weekend. You just assumed that he wouldn’t ask for five plates at once. But, then again, you should have seen that coming. 

All you wanted was to spend time with Sebek and rescue him from whatever meal Lilia would be making — or trying to make — at that moment in Diasomnia.

Sebek has never been more grateful. Of all humans, you were the most formidable for being able to help him in these moments of despair. When all seemed lost, you would emerge in your mortal littleness to reach out to him. 

The only guilt Sebek felt was that he needed to leave Malleus in Lilia’s culinary inept hands — but even if it  would cost him to say it out loud, he trusted Silver to take care of everything. 

Anyway, Sebek’s mind was quickly distracted when he saw the large sign of the seafood restaurant you were taking him to. That fisherman’s restaurant got the best fish in the area, among other sea species. You chose the place precisely because you heard so many good things about their salmon.

Sebek felt a little embarrassed at first when you commented that you realized how obsessed he was with salmon — your words, precisely. 

It was indeed an interesting discovery. While you were waiting for your requests, Sebek talked about how the fishing culture in the Valley of Thorns wasn’t as strong as the humans do but fishes could constitute some parts of the fae cuisine, especially in surviving training.

As a complete territory, the extension of the Fairy Briar Valley was isolated by the sea, and the Flower faes’s region had more freshwater lakes and rivers with small fish.

However, Sebek’s grandfather sometimes personally went fishing for salmon in the sea and would bring it when he returned from these kinds of occasional trips.

Old Thoth Zigvolt used to only bring salmon for his daughter, in a way to get a little closer to her — though he was still stubborn about not approving of her marrying a human. But when little Sebek was delighted to taste a grilled salmon dish made from the fish caught by his grandfather, he started doing it for the bright smile his grandson would give him.

Since then, both Thoth and Sebek’s older siblings started taking him to salmon fishing. On the occasions when the grandfather couldn’t go, Osiris and Serket went to explore the shores of the sea and some nearby rivers with their little brother. 

So much so that salmon carpaccio became his favorite food.

“It reminds me of home,” was Sebek’s usual comment on the subject.

These words were finished by a big smile, whose white teeth shone like lightning in the dark night. It was the same smile Sebek had on his face as he wiped his lips with the napkin. More than satisfied, he was completely, genuinely happy.

You put your fork aside for a moment, sighing but smiling too. He was so adorable. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have any crumbs on my face?,” Sebek asked, passing the napkin in his mouth once again.

“No. It’s just... I'm glad to see you seem to be having fun.”

“And how could I not? Salmon is such a wonderful fish and the chef here is to be congratulated. The cooking point, the seasoning, the preparation, the presentation... I would not be ashamed to invite the Young Master to come and feast on such good food. And that’s a lot considering they’re humans and the Young Master is used to the finest cuisine in the royal palace. However! These salmon are tender, practically melt in the mouth. My taste buds feel blessed!”

“I’m happy to hear that, really,” you laughed. “Is it okay if we go now? We still have a few more things to do.”

Sebek nodded and you called the waiter to ask for the bill. To your surprise — and all the employees’ too — your boyfriend had enough money to cover his share.

But Sebek still went on to talk about how nutritious salmon was, the quality of the fish was second to none and that next time they should invite Malleus to lunch there.

“But then it wouldn’t be a date,” you tried to argue. “Like... you know, a date between the two of us.”

“I understand. But after you have revealed to me this restaurant that serves the best salmon on the island, it is my duty to ensure that the Young Master is also graced with this knowledge and... w-why are you looking at me like this now?”

You stared deadpan at Sebek. 

“Can I ask you a question and you will answer it sincerely?”

The half-fae didn’t understand at first, however, given your gaze, he agreed in the same way.

“Imagine a hypothetical scenario: near a strong river stream, someone is burning salmon on the grill while me and Malleus are drowning in the river. Who will you save first?,” you launched the challenge.

“Well, of course I save…”

Sebek stopped in mid-sentence. He held his chin for a moment, thinking about the possibilities and scenarios. As the minutes ticked by, Sebek grew increasingly desperate in his internal questioning, reassessing priorities and urgencies. His expression went into such agony that your brief impatience turned to pity.

And pity, inevitably, turned out to be amusement. You laughed softly and touched Sebek’s shoulder affectionately to relieve his stress — you could see the storm that was his thoughts.

“Nevermind. Part of me knows it would be even harder if I included your mom and Lilia in the middle of it,” you said, taking his hand and continuing on the walk back to school.

“I'm sorry I failed your test, dear. I must get stronger to make better decisions in less time!,” Sebek proclaimed, determination in his eyes.

You smiled, always charmed by his inexhaustible energy. One thing quite clear was that Sebek had only three things he valued more than anything in life: you, Malleus, and salmon.

You just gave up asking in what order.

Special notes: Sebek's heart is big enough to squish the three of them inside, that's my theory.

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #fluff with more comedy #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

[thewritersaddictions]

The Anti-Hero: Solider Boy- Touches

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Pov: Solider boy (Ben)

Warnings: Protective! Solider Boy, retirement party, grabby men, anger, smut, jealous, jealous fucking, bruises, party, drinking, drugs, causing a scene.

Summary: At Solider Boy's official retirement party, the people are far more interested in his girl than having fun getting drunk and getting high. It sends a jealous feeling down through Ben. Causing a scene is the first thing to happen.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.0k

The Boys Master List // The Anti-Hero Master List

She was always so damn beautiful. Sometimes I wonder how she ended up with a beast like me. I know a very dramatic way of thinking about my relationship with my dear Y/n. She’s the one person who truly understands me, and doesn’t take for granted what or who I am. Never once laughed at me, nor just shoved me aside. It’s been a rather long time since someone has been kind to the old man I am. 

Y/n had said something about a party that was being held in my honor by Vaught. A rather dumb charade for the public to latch onto and adore with so many different, and colorful comments. I had not only been working for Vaught for over fifty years now, but I have a measure of my life to be grateful for them getting me out of that Russian prison I was stuck in. “A retirement party for you Ben,” Y/n says as she shuffles into bed. It’s also been a rather long time since I got into bed with the same gal more than once or twice. But Y/n is all I could ever ask for, hips that dip at just the right point, a little tummy that’s just so kissable, and of course the rest of her body is just as kissable. 

“A retirement party you say, I wonder what I’ll do with all that extra time,” I mutter as I kiss the side of her neck, she shivers next to me. Rolling her eyes dramatically. “Well according to whomever I’m mooching this information off of you’d still have a regular spot in the lights just less about you making so much of an effort to let the younger souls do it,” Y/n mutters as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to my chest. 

This is my party and yet I feel my darling Y/n, being pulled away from me. She’s the nines, gold, and diamonds adore her skin in a beautiful construct with a dress I think she picked to just match my hero outfit. Green, Gold, and Diamonds are all I can see for a long while during the night. It starts off innocently enough, a limousine has come to drive us to the gate of Vaught Internationals doors and straight up to parties floor. “You look beautiful tonight,” I’m able to whisper into her ear before the dinging of the elevator reminds us that it’s not just the two of us. A whole party awaits us, and the unknown people do as well. I should have realized long ago when I first met Y/n that it would be hard to keep her attached to my hip. 

It would be hard to keep others hands off of what is not theirs in the first place. A few glances here and there are fine especially when my hand is wrapped securely around her waist. Dominating any man that dares to come up to talk, touch, or even look at her. Regardless of that Y/n blushes at my words and floats, literally floats beside me. She’s an angel in a rather very dark world of Vaught and superheroes. They are not super, or heroes at all. A bright shining star that everyone wants but only I can have. Her arm is in place nicely in mine, and all of a sudden it’s like flies on shit, there’s a swarm of people gathering us. “Oh my god, it’s you… it’s soldier boy!” … “We’re so glad that you’ve come to this retirement party for you.” … “You really are a true inspiration to us all!” … “You must be excited to retire and live a nice long soft life with our miss L/n.” The last comments throw me for a loop and the blush is radiating off of Y/n. I try not to bother myself with it as I thank and shake only a few people’s hands before dragging Y/n, and myself towards the bar. 

“Ben, are you alright?” Her voice is so soft, so warm it makes me almost buckle. I don’t, I only look over at her, shining brighter in the dull atmosphere we’ve put ourselves in. “I’m fine as long as you’re right here beside me.” Y/n blushes again, her cheeks have stayed the pinkest shades of pink ever since she met me. “Aw Ben,” She mutters as she clings to my arm like a cub to a mama bear. “Are you up for a drink?” I suggest looking over at the large selections of drinks on the mirrored wall. “Oh, just a Strawberry Daiquiri is enough for me,” Y/n rests her head on my bicep as I order our drinks. No point in getting too drunk tonight, but a buzz would be nice if I have to continue to deal with stupid people at this fucking party. A strong drink would be too much so beer is what I order. Nothing compares to the drinks we have back in the day, but back in the day is more than eighty years ago. 

The drinks were rather quick and maybe it’s because my face is one that says fuck around and find out, or maybe the bartender is simply good at his fuckin’ job. Either or I don’t really give a shit, I hand Y/n her drink and her eyes light up with joy. “Do you want to find somewhere to sit? Your heels must be hurting your feet by now.” I whisper into her ear. She shivers but her drink stays steady in her hand. I’m not one for parties, especially with all the new laws and regulations of what other activities you can be doing with said parties. A bunch of fucking party downers those fucks are. Y/n shakes her head, sipping at her drink already I find a booth. A small but large enough table that is reserved for the highest of the high. So I can only assume that’s meant for me. 

As Y/n sips at her drink as we sit in the booth a few of her friends come over. Begging her to go out and dance. “Do you mind Ben?” She yells over the growing music. Even as she’s yelling she’s still very quiet. “I don’t mind at all,” I say taking a sip of my third or fourth beer of the long night that is growing to be more of an annoyance than a true party. As her friends try to tug her in the direction of the dance floor she’s sure to peck me once on the cheek leaving a smudge of her lipstick on my cheek. I smile as she waves at me while being tugged by her friend’s group. I gaze at her from afar. Her hips swayed and her smile grew as she dances on the floor with her friends. Every time a guy comes up to the already small group of her friend the spike of jealousy comes rolling through and I have to swallow it down. 

Y/n friend group does a great job of keeping the circle tightknit, and together. Nobody in and nobody out. I notice that Y/n disappears and my heart begs to race with anger and panic before I once again see her head poke out from below the crowd of people dancing, she’s shorter than before. Her heels are now in her hands, she’s swaying, and knowing the liquor in her drink must have been a little too much as I can hear her giggle plan as day even on the loud and crowded floor. 

See leaving the booth that was the issue. I should have just stayed there and watched her all night long, but I wanted another beer and something like water for Y/n when she finally did return to our booth. When I returned to the booth she was gone, not really gone just not where I had last seen her. I set the drink down with a loud crash. Beer and water went flying across the tablecloth, I was rushing out. My suit and black tie were clinging to my large body in an effort to make me even more pissed off. “Y/n?” I began to yell throughout the crowd of dancing people. I managed to get through fairly easily once I pushed a few people out of the way. Once I made it to what was Y/n small friend group it was dismantled and no longer a fortified circle. One girl was dry-humping a guy in a rather shabby suit. The others were either halfway to fucking each other or making out horribly with some random guy. Even in a crowded room or a thousand people, I could still hear her precious voice ringing out above all else. 

She wasn’t with her group of friends and I was starting to freak the fuck out. I could hear her, I just wasn’t able to find her in the large crowd of people. It was as if the crowd grew out, for every step that I took. Growing larger and wider with every step my heart raced in my chest, I hadn’t felt this type of adrenaline since I was in the war. Blowing up shit, and throwing people across a large field. Like a flashback, and I was right back to searching for Y/n. Her voice was in terror. She was begging, begging for something. I walked faster and harder on the marble floor. 

Finally, I found her, being pushed around by a few drunk men. Her back was up against the wall, her eyes were pleading with everyone all the men around her. “Aren’t you just a sexy little thing?” “Just arm candy for Solider boy aren’t you?!” “I bet you’re just a good fuck for him!” “Let’s be honest, we must be good enough to keep that man entertained.” The men are all bickering back and forth. If it wasn’t for the drinks she had been sipping on beforehand Y/n would have been able to deal with these small dicked idiots. But at last, she was far too drunk to take care of herself, and I was quite with acting as her hero. Boosting my ever-growing ego. 

 “Please just… just let me go! Ben isn’t gonna be so too happy.” I heard Y/n mumble, as the guys become to push her further into the wall. Hands came to grab her wrist and arms. My anger had been boiling really since we walked into the damn Vaught building. But as of now, I was ready to fucking kill some random dicks. Touching what was mine. “I do think that she asked you to stop,” I said loud and clear, but maybe these guys were deaf and dicks. Not that it really mattered when I grabbed the closet guy from his collar holding him far above the ground. “Do you hear me now?” I asked. Heads turned and faces turned from Y/n to me. Disgust to horror. “I told you.” Y/n spitted out 

I smiled, but there was something more important happening right now. “I thought I said you should probably let her go.” Y/n relaxed as their grabby hands let her go. “I don’t know about you, but I’d love to cause a scene at my own retirement party. What do you think?” I asked the group of disgusting men. The man in my hands that was still dangling from above the marble floor was shaking his head hard. “We’ll just go… No need to cause a such scene.” He begged, I rolled my eyes, looking right over at my darling. “What do you think?” “Hm… Maybe you just drop that ugly fuckin’ guy, and take me home.” Even drunkenly Y/n was the most beautiful girl on the planet. “Oh… I see where that dirty mind is going.” I dropped the guy, and walked over to my girl. Grabbing her softly and walking towards the door. I turned at the last minute. “Party over guys, Go fucking home!” Heads turned, but I didn’t give a shit as I walked out with my doll on my arm. 

–

I didn’t wait until we got home. I was crawling to get into her dress in the car ride back to the house. Her legs hooked over mine as her back rested up against my back. My fingers played with the soft lace that covers her soaked cunt. Whispering dirty little things in her ear as she shivered against me. “Fuck sweetheart, aren’t you just soaking for me.” Pulling her panties to the side I let my fingers play with her puffy clit, and her moans filled the back of the limousine. A privacy divider couldn’t hold back the moans that bounced off the interoir walls of the car. “Fuck Ben, you’re such…” A drunk and mumbling mess, I didn’t give a shit because I wanted her now just as much as she wanted me. “I’m such what sweetheart? Huh?” My fingers played with her clit. Slow and then fast. Anything for my sweet girl. “You… just don’t stop please don’t… Ben please…” Y/n mumbled as she arched her back forward trying desperately to reach her high. 

The limousine came to a stop. “Darling, we’re home. We can continue inside.” I muttered into her ear, she sighed at the loss of my fingers. Begrudgingly getting off my lap and fixing her panties before scooting her ass off the leather seats and heels onto the asphalt. I settled myself before licking my fingers and following closely behind Y/n. Drunk and walking fast to get into the house. Heels coming off halfway up the stairs to the front door. She was stripping the second we got into the bedroom. Her clothes cause a trail, looking up once she had her dress half off her shoulders, and the next her dress, bra, and panties were laying on the floor and her naked body was starfished on top of the sheets. 

“Come on Solider boy, I know you wanna fuck me.” She always had such a dirty mouth when she was drunk. My dress pants were tight as fuck even in the limousine ride back to the house. But now seeing her naked my pants were getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. “Come here, big boy.” Y/n coaxed me, she was relaxing on her elbows one finger bringing me over the edge of the bed. I walked over the edge of the bed, as she brought her body to met mine. “Can I take off your shirt baby?” She voice was loose, but lurred me in every time. With Y/n I had no control over the things I did, or the things she did to me. “Yeah, baby you can.” She smiled a wide smile and reached up. Pushing the coat down my shoulders letting it land to the floor. Undoing the tie and flinging keeping that on the bed beside her hip. Finally she got the buttons. Undoing each button with slow tantalizing fingers. 

When her cold fingers touched my warm chest it sent shivers down my spine, and everything in that moment felt right. Her hands on me, and my head falling to touch the back of my shoulders. “Fuck sweetheart.” There was nothing to take off of her sweet body, and I was just fine with that. Y/n’s hands reached for my belt and with that my hard cock that was pressed into the fabric gave some release. When my dress pants went falling down my thighs and landing at my ankles. Shoes having come off when we first came into the house. 

“Look at you, so big and waitin’ for me,” Y/n was biting her lips looking down at my cock pressed up agasint my boxers. A wet spot from pre cum, “Her ice cold hands reached out and grabbed onto my cock. Boxers sliding down and out of the way. She rubbed her hand up and down my shaft before she shifted her position laying on her stomach and her mouth surrounded my cock. Warmth surrounding me. She moaned and took me all the way into her throat, the sounds of her gagging and ragged breathing causing my heart to race in my chest as I tired to get my hand around her hair.  

Before I knew it I was begging her to stop. “Stop… you gotta stop sweetheart.”  Ragged breathing I was able to get out the next part of my thought. “As much as I love cuming down your thoart I have a better place of cumming.” A wink sent her mouth popping off my cock and then she was looking up with michevious eyes, “Get on your kees sweetheart,” I forced her head into the pillows and made her hips raise up to met my own. Her thighs were slick with wetness as I slipped right into her wet cunt. 

“Such a good girl for me… takes me so good everytime.” I murmur to myself, the muffled moans that came from underneath me only encouraged me to thrust faster and harder into her cunt. Y/n’s hands reaching out to grab onto the fabric her knuckles going white from her grip and her cunt was gripping me harder desperatly trying to keep me in. With each thrust and squeeze of her cunt it was getting easier for me to let my cum fill her cunt up. Her moans didn’t die down as she came around me. 

“Such a good girl for me like always,” I murmured into her ear as I slipped out of her cunt. She was more alert somehow. Y/n turned and looked up at me “You were jealous weren’t you?!” She asked with a cocky smile. “I’m never jealous of other guys, I just know what’s mine Y/n.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. “And your mine,” I whisper into her ear.

Completed on: 05/02/23

Posted on: 05/23/23

The Anti-Hero-

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[eddiesmile]

Spilt Drink - B.H

The only interesting thing to ever happen at a high school party, is when a couple breaks up, and emerges the next morning. Slowly the inner workings wove their way through school, touching everyone’s lips at least once. The only interesting thing to ever happen to me, at a highs chool party, was Billy Hargrove knocking my own drink onto me. 

Typically, this wasn’t a big deal. I mean, there’s that saying that goes ‘Don’t cry over spilt milk’. But this was some expensive milk, so to say. Which made it worth it to grab Billy by his shoulder, demanding him to get me a whole new bottle. I was left even more surprised when he nodded, leading me out to his car. Which leads to now. The both of us in his car, heading to the only liquor store open at midnight on a Thursday. 

“Why did you say yes to buying a whole new bottle for me?” I asked, squeezing the solo cup in my hand. 

Billy pulled the car over, haphazardly glancing over in my direction. “Sometimes I don’t want to be the asshole,” 

His trademark smirk revealed itself, and he sauntered into the bottle shop, emerging with two bottles. As he climbed into the car, he carelessly tossed them into my lap, starting up the car. He stared at me, his eyes looking dark under the crap lighting. 

“Not everyone is always an asshole,” He finished, driving off. 

We sat in silence, driving further away from the party. The continuous revs of the car lulled me, and I sunk further into the passenger seat, ignoring when Billy briefly glanced over at me. 

“I didn’t peg you for being a lightweight,” 

“I’m not,” I answered, turning my head to look at him. He chuckled under his breath, his eyes remaining on the road. 

The silence continued, weaving its way over me. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was relaxing. Even if it was shared with Billy. I watched through the passenger window as trees flew by, blurring into one shape. Soon enough the Hawkins township sign passed my vision, and Billy spoke up. 

“I’m totally not going to murder you,” 

I chuckled, popping open a bottle. I took a swig and turned to Billy as the car stopped. “I don’t think you will, you want company, and not the sexual kind,” 

He grinned, “So there are some brains hidden somewhere underneath all that hair,”. I shook my head, passing him the second bottle. 

“Maybe there is sincerity hidden deep in your soul,” I quipped, chuckling as he scoffed. We sat comfortably in silence, slowly drinking away the contents of our respective bottles. 

“So Billy Hargrove, infamous ‘bad boy’, what’s on your mind?” I asked, feeling the heavy weight of my words on my tongue. It was probably the liquor. 

“Nothing,” 

“I don’t believe you for a second,” 

He grinned, turning to face me. I couldn’t properly make out his features, but could just see his movements in the dark. 

“Ok Y/N, there is an infinite amount of things on my mind,” 

His words were clear and concise, straight to the point. And they lingered in the air. 

“What things on your mind led you to buying me a whole new bottle of alcohol? You don’t exactly have the reputation for doing so,” I said, resting the seat a little further back. 

“You’re the first to ask,” 

My mind flashed back to all the other parties I’d been to, where Billy had spilt someone else’s drink. If it was a jock, it ended in a fight. If it was a jock’s girlfriend, it also ended in a fight. If it was a single girl, it more than likely ended in sex. If it was someone that lurks among the shadows of Hawkins High, they probably didn’t want to say anything. 

“I believe you now,” 

He laughed loudly, the sound of the liquor in the bottle hitting the sides mixing in. It was relaxing. 

“I always thought you were a bitch,” He commented, raising the bottle to his lips again. 

“Likewise,” I mimicked his actions, feeling the familiar warmth of the liquor finding its way down my throat. 

“Why here?” I asked, propping my feet up on the dashboard. 

Billy nudged them down, and tsked. “No feet on the dash -” He paused, taking another swig. “Here is quiet, no one to bother me, add things to my plate, distract myself with,” 

“Then why am I here?” The words slurred together, feeling unfamiliar coming from my mouth. 

“Everyone needs someone, and tonight, you’re my someone,” 

I turned to face him, well, his general direction. My head lolled forward, lips once again meeting the bottle. I lifted it, finishing off the last droplets before wiping my mouth like someone with no manners. 

“There’s no beds around,” I murmured, feeling my eyes droop. 

“Don’t tell me you’re that drunk you’re going to go to sleep,” 

“I can be your someone while I’m sleeping. You’ve got freedom to say anything, and I won’t remember,” I said, taking my time pronouncing each word. 

“Sleep well, I’ll drive you back in the morning,”

I smiled softly, clutching the red solo cup and the empty bottle to myself. Maybe good things do come from a spilt drink, a whole new bottle, a relaxing experience with someone who didn’t act in turn with their reputation and a sleep I bet I’ll love in the morning, even if I feel like shit afterwards. 

BILLY HARGROVE TAGLIST (OPEN):

#billy hargrove x you #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine

[yandereaffections]

Hi, hope you're having a good day! Could you please do G, I, K, S, and T for Shigure Sohma, if that's not too many.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Despite the fact he behaves as if he couldn't care less about how you might feel towards being snatched by him, shigure does indeed care quite a bit, of course you'll never figure that out at first glance. He genuinely wants you, most of his romance novels themselves are his fantasies with you though he'll never let you know that unless he thinks the reaction will be worth it. May not be able to guess that he isn't just toying with you due to how cruel he can come off as

Shigure does find your escape attempts entertaining, unable to keep himself from laughing when he guides you back inside with a arm around your waist, nevertheless it's nothing close to a game for him. You're sadistic lover takes this very seriously, surprisingly enough, there's absolutely no mistakes he's made to his grand plan to finally have you all to himself for you to take advantage of, no where else to fall but into his arms.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Oh he has a whole romantic scene playing in his head anytime the thought comes to mind, laying down beside you under the covers where you two are perfectly warm cuddled together, the early morning sunlight highlighting his dear dove so beautifully. Shigure gets lost in the fantasy so quickly when it come to that question, he just wants the best of domestic bliss with you

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Not straying from his usual goofy, sometimes inappropriate and sly behavior at all, it's as if shigure never kidnapped you in the first place. On the average day he basks in the presence of his beloved, laying across their lap with a paper and pen not too far out of reach to write down each elevating kiss he manages to sneak from you in effort to describe a love sick kiss flawlessly for an upcoming novel.

You do have to endure his puns and sexual sense of humor too, there's no escaping it just like there's no escaping him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Shigure, as often as he announces his love for you, tends to favor the 'cry it out' method whenever your feelings start to overwhelm you. This tactic is used exclusively when it's about how he 'stole' you from all that you once knew and loved. Shigure doesn't consider it kidnapping since you're destined soul mates, nor does he like when you get all upset over it.

Overall he's sadistic which only gives him more reason to wipe the tears off your face after you finish a session of yelling obscene things at him, commenting how cute you look in this state

#didnt do S legit had no clue what to say #12000 celebration #yandere alphabet #shigure sohma #shigure x reader #shigure imagine #shigure headcannons #yandere shigure sohma #fruits basket #yandere fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket headcanons #fruits basket imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #bleh its bad

[ghostfaceaddams]

It's the Great Pumpkin, Santana Lopez

Part Two

summary: Santana works to win the school costume contest with Quinn.

warnings: Santana remarks, she attacks JBI, Puck has a fake machete.

word count: 3,234

“Hey Pink!"

Santana turned and burst into a wide smile as Quinn came bounding up to her, all decked out in her Sandy Olsson getup. They greeted each other with a quick kiss (flipping off the hockey and football players in the process). Santana ran her hands along Quinn's waist to the small of her back, her eyes glued to Quinn's cleavage.

Quinn bit her lip in a lustful smirk. Part of the reason she agreed to the costume idea was so she could distract Santana in the classes they had together (if she was lucky, Santana would take her before Judy got home). She placed her hands on Santana's sides and absentmindedly started brushing her fingers there, sending shivers down Santana's spine.

"I don't think you're too pure to pink after all." Santana mused, her eyes huge.

Quinn laughed and hit Santana in the arm playfully.

"Keep staring like that Rizzo and I'll have to take you in the choir room."

"Really?" Santana's eyes were huge and her voice resembled that of a kids after saying they were going to King's Island.

"Santana! No! Anyone could walk in, especially Mr.Schue."

Santana frowned and tangled her fingers with Quinn's hands.

"You know how many times I've fantasized about us fucking on the piano." Santana pouted quietly.

Quinn shook her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the dirty fantasies Santana projected. Santana smirked, knowing full well the effect she had on her girlfriend.

"Get your stuff and walk me to class." Quinn ordered.

Santana straightened up and saluted Quinn earning a bubbly giggle from Quinn.

Sometimes it scared Quinn how happy Santana made her. It was almost as if her happiness depended on Santana or Santana's happiness. (It didn't, just sometimes Santana made her so groundbreaking-ly happy that it warranted some concern.)

"Aye aye Captain." Santana smiled charmingly.

Quinn admired Santana in her buttoned up black shirt that had the top two buttons undone. Her eyes outlined her girlfriends glorious biceps down to her scandalous legs.

"You're a dork." Quinn snorted as Santana closed her locker.

Santana slung her Pink Ladies jack over the crook of her arm. They joined hands and began their trek down the boisterous halls of McKinley.

"Careful Fabray, you only get away with comments like that because you're my girlfriend."

Quinn leaned in close to Santana, almost bumping them into a couple of lousy teens. Her voice was low and husky and matched her "innocent" smile.

"I get away with a lot because I'm your girlfriend." Her hot breath tickled Santana's ear.

Quinn smirked as Santana tripped over her feet. A few brave souls glanced at them to see what was happening and were awarded with Santana's death glare.

They made it to Quinn's first period class (economics) where Santana walked Quinn to her seat. Santana draped her arms around Quinn's neck, barracking Quinn's gaze. When the school first found out about the couple, they had been scandalized; half of them didn't expect it and the other half were revolted. But once you see a baby come out of your girlfriends sacred girlfriend, it kind of puts things into perspective. So they kinda said screw it and just showed up to school junior year hand in hand with Santana walking Quinn to class and public displays of affection. Turns out they were pretty affectionate. Quinn's economics class was used to this by now.

"If anyone makes any moves on you or ogles you, just text me. I'll go all Lima Heights on their perverted asses."

Quinn scoffed and slid her arms comfortably around Santana's waist. Santana unconsciously melted into her girlfriends warm embrace.

It was their one problem with their costumes: jealousy. Quinn just took it out by aggressive making out (and aggressive sex later). Santana's methods were a little less healthy. (She actually broke a dudes nose over summer break for just saying hi to Quinn a little too warmly.)

"I don't think that'll be necessary San." Quinn mused lightly.

"Promise me Quinn. Just humor me." Santana flitted her eyes up and rolled her head restlessly.

Quinn squeezed Santana's sides to gain her attention and pulled her closer. Santana's vulnerable eyes glanced up to meet Quinn's security blanket ones.

"I promise."

Then Quinn leaned down and softly kissed Santana to prove that it wasn't necessary but she would tell her because she knew Santana had a phobia of abandonment. The kiss soon heated up. Quinn still wasn't a fan of people watching them but with her lips on Santana with her girlfriend holding her, she felt protected from the universe and all its unfair problems.

"Miss Lopez, you're going to be late for your class. Again."

Miss Wilcowski reminded the young couple as Rosie O'Donnell but with short hair and a cat lady.

"See ya later hot stuff." Santana pecked Quinn one last time and then was off.

Quinn turned and sat down in her seat.

"Say, Miss Wilcowski, you're looking absolutely-"

"Save it Lopez."

Quinn laughed from her seat and quickly covered her mouth in a weak attempt to hide it from Santana. Even though she didn't comment on it or look back, she knew Santana heard.

"You're my hero!" Santana shouted then hurried out of the classroom.

Antagonizing Quinn's economics teacher was something Santana enjoyed a little too much.

"Two more years." Miss Wilcowski grumbled.

*****

They were peacefully walking to Glee Club (or as peaceful as you can walk in a loud, overpacked hallway with annoying teenagers) when Puck came running up behind them and pretended to stab them with a fake machete.

Santana was laughing up a storm and was congratulating her best man with a high five. Quinn glared at Puck and punched him in his arm.

"What the hell Puck?"

"What's wrong Blondie, you scared?" Puck slid his Jason mask back on and raised the machete in her face.

Quinn found her way back to Santana's side and grabbed her hand as if it was second nature.

"Don't worry baby, I'll protect you." Santana cooed in a baby voice.

"You're both asses." They laughed at the blonde and entered the choir room. "How'd you even get that in here? You could get expelled for that and then we'll be disqualified from Sectionals."

"Relax Baby Mamma, I won't get caught. As long as no one snitches." He fixed them both with raised eyebrows warningly and pointed at everyone who was present in the choir room.

"Call my girlfriend Baby Mamma one more time Puckerman and I'll cut your dick off so you never impregnate another woman again." Santana threatened.

Puck raised her hands in surrender and sat back in his seat. Santana rolled her eyes, her hand gripping Quinn's a little too firmly (she was starting to loose blood circulation).

When Quinn had gotten pregnant, her and Santana had broken up. It was a stupid fight that they both regretted, but they had foolishly broken up and Quinn was heartbroken. So she went to Puck to try and get back at Santana. The plan was to just make out a little. But then she got drunk and one thing led to another. Santana had been heartbroken after finding out Quinn was pregnant (which of course was expected), but Quinn kept the father a secret. Until Rachel blabbed her mouth and lets just say they were going for a record of breaking up in one year.

(Through it all, Santana was always there for Quinn. Even after she found out her girlfriend got pregnant by her best friend while they were broken up, she still got Quinn whatever she wanted. Quinn specifically remembers one time when Santana buying bacon for Quinn with a scowl on her face. That's when she realized that Santana was the only one for her. Sure she was pregnant at 16 and Santana was really the only person she dated, but it was enough to know that Santana was her person. It was like it was tattooed on her soul.)

Santana had forgiven them both (Quinn first since she was her best friend and love of her life, plus those puppy eyes she kept sending Santana was her kryptonite) but she didn't like to be reminded about it. Quinn could talk about Beth all she wanted and how gutted she still felt to this day, but when Puck was brought up things got sour.

They sat down in their seats in front of Puck and waited for Mr. Schue to arrive. To pass the time (and to slightly rub it in Puck's face) Santana cradles Quinn's legs on her lap and started making out. If there was one room Quinn felt free and safe to be affectionate with her girlfriend with (aside from their bedrooms), it was the choir room.

"You guys are disgusting." Lauren remarked from beside Puck.

"I think they're cute." Tina defended the couple.

"And what are you suppose to be? A poster for Do Not Do It, It Gets Better signs?" Santana shot back, ignoring Tina's comment.

Quinn trailed her fingers down Santana's arm, admiring every inch of her. She was just going to let Santana and Lauren duke it out until Mr. Schue came in.

"Hey Quinn." Brittany smiled animatedly.

Quinn slid her legs off of Santana's lap and angled her body towards her best friend. Santana's hand blindly searched for Quinn's until the blonde's fingers brushed the tips of hers.

Brittany had on a kid version of a Catwoman suit so Quinn assumed the go lucky blonde was shooting for a regular cat and not the sexy superhero. She even had a headband of cat ears on and whiskers drawn on her face.

"Hey Britt. You look amazing."

"Obviously. I look better than everyone here."

Quinn laughed and nodded her head along. She wasn't sure about that but she wasn't about to burst the jolly girl's bubble.

"Hey, hey. Hello. Excuse me. Just because your stalker of a girlfriend went overboard with her costume," Quinn had to laugh because that was rich coming from Santana. "Doesn't mean you get to flake out on this sacred holiday."

Finn looked to the side in that confusing way of his with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"I didn't."

"Really? Then where's your Frankenstein costume?" Santana was becoming more annoyed by the second.

"I'm a football player." Finn said it like it was obvious.

"A-a football played? Please tell me you're kidding-Berry tell me your neanderthal boyfriend is kidding."

Quinn leaned in closer to Brittany and watched her girlfriend get all worked up. It was honestly quite adorable when Santana tore into people over their costumes. Sure Santana was a little obsessive when it came to Halloween (and by a little Quinn means a lot, a lot a lot a LOT), but it had its cute, wholesome moments.

"He's not." Rachel seemed just as disappointed in her boyfriend as Santana was.

"I'm Aaron Rodgers. See?" Finn pointed to his jersey.

It was green with two yellow stripes on the arms. The number 12 was in bold white letters on the front and back with RODGERS in the same lettering on the back. Finn turned to put his jersey on full display, smiling goofily the whole time.

At first Santana just sat there with her mouth hanging low. Then she clamped it shut and shook her head. She started muttering some things in Spanish under her breath, nothing Quinn could understand. (After growing up with the Lopez's Quinn had taken it upon herself to learn Spanish.) Quinn about fell out of her seat and onto Brittany's lap when Santana jerked Rachel into the empty seat beside her. It was the last seat in the row meaning Finn couldn't sit with Rachel.

"You're going to sit in the corner and think about a better costume idea for tomorrow night." Santana was pointing to the other side of the room in the back room, her eyes purposefully looking away from Finn.

The tall boy opened up and closed his mouth a few times (Quinn just knew Santana was dying to make a fish joke) then stumbled off in that direction. He plopped down next to Mike and looked at him questioningly. The innocent man just shrugged.

Santana molded herself into Quinn's side and shook her head.

"Men. What are they good for?" Santana muttered.

Quinn laughed and kissed Santana on the side of her head. Santana crinkled her nose in disgust but Quinn knew it was just for show. She still had to maintain some badass status in the school.

"Wow guys! You all are looking sharp. I'm impressed." Mr. Schue clapped his hands once and turned his proud father smile on them all.

Santana shot Quinn a proud, excited smirk that rearranged Quinn’s insides. Quinn shook her head but smile nonetheless.

Rachel was dressed as Fanny Brice (of course), Tina was a goth vampire, Mike was dressed as Ren McCormack at the end of Footloose (and boy did he look good), Sam was decked out in Bruce Springsteen attire, Mercedes was killing it as Batgirl, and Artie was mirroring Professor X.

Mr. Schue was dressed as Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing. The three Cheerios had seen Sue dressed as Nicki Minaj in the halls earlier.

Mr. Schue went to speak just for the intercom to come crackling on. Everyone grimaced or covered their ears from the intense crackling. Brittany covered her cat ears.

“Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? Hello, students and faculty of William McKinley High. You have all submitted your Halloween Costumes to Miss Pillsbury, those of you who have attended this competition.”

The glee club erupted in applause. Santana planted a passionate kiss on Quinn’s lips causing Rachel to scoot her seat away. The whole school had participated in the costume competition but Santana was confident in them winning. The Latina had come in top ten her freshmen year and last year won with Puck as Chucky and the Bride of Chucky. This year she was determined to win with Quinn.

“Before I give the results, to the boy in the hockey mask terrorizing the student body, I ask you to stop or you will be caught.” Quinn turned around and glared at Puck. “Now, I would like to go over a few guidelines for those trick or treating Sunday.”

The walls of the school practically shook from the student body groaning. Mr. Figgins started going over the guidelines that they should go in pairs or with an adult, not to go up to houses without the light on, and to, “Be aware of razor blades hidden in candy.”

Mercedes cocked her head to the side and scrunched up her nose.

“I thought that was a myth.” Artie voiced.

“Also, as the leaders of our future, the faculty of William McKinley, and your parents, advise you to not throw any Halloween bangers this weekend.” Santana, Puck, and Sam all sniggered earning hits from Quinn, Lauren, and Mercedes. “Your safety is our number one priority.”

Figgins cleared his throat and was heard pulling a piece of paper out (with some difficulty).

“Now, for the long, awaited, results.” There was a dramatized pause.

“Oh get on with it!” Santana shouted at the intercom.

“Santana.” Mr. Schue said softly but sternly.

Quinn placed a calming hand on Santana’s knee. This was one of Santana’s not so cute moments. The Latina sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

“This is bull-“

“In third place we have Rachel Berry as Miss Fanny Brice.”

“What? This was handmade, I even got it dry cleaned!” Rachel exclaimed.

“Can it hobbit.” Santana snapped.

Rachel did her signature pout and crossed her arms defiantly. Santana had migrated to the edge of her seat and was staring lasers into the intercom.

“In second place, we have a couples costumes. With a new take on Rizzo and Sandy from Grease, we have teenage lesbians Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray.”

‘Figgins needs to learn to stop misidentifying sexualities.’ Quinn thought to herself. Just because they were two females in a relationship and Santana was a lesbian didn’t mean Quinn was. Or anyone else for that matter.

“What?” Santana flew out of her seat like a rocket taking off. Her chair tipped over in her wake.

“Here we go.” Mercedes tossed her hand up, remembering when they had lost the couples duet (which Santana still was mad at Sam for even though he understood he just wasn’t ready to come out yet).

“Our winner is Jacob Ben Israel as Dark Vader.”

“It’s Darth.” Sam muttered.

Santana was pacing the choir room, wanting desperately to run her hand through her hair but knew it would ruin her Rizzo hair.

“The top three winners can report to Miss Pillsbury office to take photographs with their trophies. Have a spooktastic day.”

“I’m going to kill that jewfro! I mean, how can he even fit his afro in to that helmet? It would break!” Santana was screaming.

“Santana-“ Mr. Schue started calmly.

Santana started storming out of the choir room, her eyes blazing ferociously.

“Oh no.” Quinn hopped out of her seat with Puck and Sam in toe. “Santana! Leave the small, perverted boy alone!” It was hard to chase after the Latina in heels.

The rest of the glee club got out of their seats to follow, anticipating Santana going Lima Heights on JBI. Truth be told, everyone in glee club had wanted to see that boy hit at least once.

“Guys!” Mr. Schue threw his hands up exasperated and ran his hand through his hair.

“And people say I’m a sore loser.” Rachel muttered as she hurried after the rest.

Santana was stalking the halls looking for a mini Darth Vader. He was so small and Darth Vader costumes were so cheap, they were basically a onesie, he couldn’t be hard to find. Santana was enraged. How could that perverted dwarf win with such a low grade costume of a cliche character?

She finally spotted him, about to enter Miss Pillsbury office. She would never in a million years admit this, even if she was held at gunpoint by one Sue Sylvester, but she was impressed. JBI’s costume wasn’t a onesie. It looked like it was the actual costume from the 80’s. For a second, just a second, Santana second guessed attacking the boy. He was big and covered in plastic.

But alas, he stole her rightful first place, and she was Santana fucking Lopez. Lucky for her he had his helmet off, so she slipped her heel off and chucked it down the hall. Somehow it hit him square in the head.

“Ow!” He started rubbing his head.

Santana became unhinged. She charged the poor boy, tackling him to the floor.

“Oh shit.” Puck said before him and Sam ran after the deranged woman.

Quinn shook her head and followed. ‘I’m dating a psychopath.’

“Stop the violence.”

Santana didn’t really hurt him since he was protected by all the plastic of the suit, but she did scratch him by his eye (fitting for his character). It took Puck, Sam, and Mr. Schue to pull Santana off of JBI and back towards the choir room.

“Don’t mess with Lime Heights!” Santana kicked her legs wildly.

For everyone’s sake, Quinn hoped they won tomorrow at the party. Santana losing (especially to Halloween) while intoxicated was not something anyone wanted to happen.

#glee #santana lopez #quinn fabray #santana lopez x quinn fabray #quinntana #gfaddamswritingcorner #also posted on ao3 under wankyyy #halloween is the best time of the year #spooktober

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right where you left me

Joyce Byers x Reader

Word count: 3,469

A/N: Okay so I have no idea what I’m writing, I hope it turns out good :) I’m in love with Joyce Byers and of course Winona Ryder ❤️

The intention of your move to Hawkins was to leave everything superficial behind and move into something more homely that only a small town could offer. Meeting Joyce Byers was the sweetest and most heartbreaking coincidence of all.

1985

Something that characterized us human beings as a species was sociability. Perhaps some more than others, but social nonetheless. That's why the town of Hawkins had caught your attention. Very fed up with the rushed and superficial city, you were longing for a quieter place where there was that companionship that could only be found in small towns, where everyone knew everyone else and therefore, there was a warm and welcoming unity.

You knew that grocery shopping was urgent as soon as you settled in that town. As much as you enjoyed surviving on fast food bought at the drive-thru during the long journey to your destination, it would bring terrible consequences in the long run. It would be a good coping method to cook something as homely as possible and after that, walk around the neighborhood.

You weren't sure where the shop was, or how far it was to know whether it was better to walk or drive, but one thing you were sure of, you weren't going to use the car for a while. You had rested, and you had taken the time to at least get your belongings out of the boxes, but still, recovering from the drive would take a long time.

On the kitchen counter rested the directory, which was already there when you arrived. It was definitely courtesy of the saleswoman, for she knew that you knew very little about Hawkins and there would come a time when you would need something like this.

There you came across Melvald's General Store, well, if it was called "general" it was that you could find everything from food to prepare something decent to a new light bulb before it got dark. It was a fun but unexpected thing to try out the lighting and have the light bulb explode.

You set off, then, to where you hoped you would find everything you needed, accompanied by a notebook that had the address written on it along with the things to buy, and obviously your cassette player and your headphones that allowed you to enjoy "The Wild Heart" by none other than Stevie Nicks.

As you entered the place, there didn't seem to be a soul in sight. It would be ironic to even encounter the typical desert tumbleweed eventually. It was a good thing, though, sometimes too many people pushing, cluttering the aisles or making the long checkout lines were more uncomfortable than usual.

"Hi! Welcome to Melvald's, if you need anything, let me know," you heard a sweet, overly friendly voice that you couldn't help but feel genuinely welcome as she said. Your first instinct was to look at the checkout counter, but it was empty. "I'm over here," she giggled, waving to draw your attention.

You encountered a woman kneeling on the floor, arranging the cards. She had wavy hair, which was just long enough to barely fall slightly past her shoulders. Her eyes were a brown color, a brown you had never seen before, perhaps because they were vivid and were one of the characteristics that made you want to capture this woman's beauty as much as you could.

"Oh, hello, thank you," you replied a little awkwardly, still, you didn't feel embarrassed. She looked like the kind of person who was safe to be awkward with, for some reason it was something you could tell at a glance. "I actually need help. I just moved in, I got here at six in the morning and I didn't have breakfast, where can I find something to make lunch?"

"I thought it was odd that a customer came in today," she commented, looking disappointed. "Sorry, it's not that varied here. You'd have to go to Bradley's Big Buy, that's a supermarket."

Disappointment also came over you, but for a reason unrelated to what you could deduce the clerk at the place had. A lack of clientele severe enough to be missed by even one customer would have anyone frustrated.

"I need other things anyway," you replied in an attempt to comfort her, assuring her that you weren't going to leave without buying at least one of the summer glasses that were on sale. "I'll go get them and if I need help, I'll call you, uh..." you paused for a moment for her to indicate her name.

"Joyce," she introduced herself, immediately replacing disappointment with excitement in a matter of seconds.

That shop really did have a little bit of everything. It may not have been as "general" as it claimed to be, but it was enough that you walked out with two large bags of various items. Still, you had to return home to drop off those bags and head back out to the supermarket that the friendly Joyce had mentioned.

Oh, Joyce. You had barely exchanged a few words at the checkout, and from that moment on, she was in your mind to stay. You thought of her as you cooked, you thought of her as you ate, and as you went for the walk you had set out on, you thought of her every day. You wanted to see her, but you wanted even more to meet her.

So the next day, you went back to the shop, and the next, and the next. Within a week of going every day without fail, she became suspicious, but incorrectly, for you knew she believed that the reason for your constant visits was anything other than her.

"You came here today just to buy a pen and a notebook?" She blurted out, once you were at the checkout.

"Yes, I wanted to write down some addresses today and it turns out I had already used all the pages in my notebook, and my pen had long since run out of ink," you explained. It was one of the many excuses you had made up. The first two days you bought more essential things like a home phone and kitchen utensils, but what you bought on the last three days were things that were unnecessary or could be bought another time. It was until this day that she decided to stop omitting the inquisitive looks and actually talked about it.

"If you're doing this just because you want to help the business, don't do it. It's money you're spending for fun and it could lack when you really need it," she implied.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, yesterday you only bought a keychain and the day before yesterday you bought some gloves when it was hot as hell out there. You wandered around and ended up buying only one thing," her tone showed so much confidence. You imagined her trying so hard to decipher the reason for your visits and you knew it, she had even imagined this conversation long before.

"I've just moved in, and it's obvious that I have to have certain..."

"Bullshit," she interrupted you, challenging you with her gaze.

You were in an internal debate as to which lie was wiser; to tell her that this was the reason you had been coming or simply to tell her without further explanation that it wasn't.

"Well, I'll be honest, you're the closest thing to a friend I've made lately. And it's always comforting to chat with someone even for a few seconds," was partly true. You had gotten a job at Starcourt Mall, more specifically at Orange Julius. Your co-worker was usually very tense and every time you tried to talk to him, he would rudely ask you not to distract him. Joyce, apart from being extremely attractive, was easygoing, so you loved to sum up your day for her and have her do the same.

What little sternness she had adopted in addressing you vanished, "Oh, you should have told me," she smiled amiably. "On Friday my oldest son will be working late and my youngest son will be out with his friends. My workday ends at 5PM. Would you like me to take you to see Hawkins?" she offered.

It was only Tuesday, and although two days could pass unnoticed by anyone, you were counting every second to see her, and it felt like an eternity. And you thought that when the day came, you would be calmer, but there was no way it would be five o'clock in the afternoon either. Whenever you looked at the clock, thinking three hours had passed, it was barely thirty minutes. The waiting became a slow torture of terrible despair, and it would only end when Joyce stood in front of you.

"So where are we going?" You asked, when you met at her workplace promptly at five o'clock. Predictably, that feeling faded, replaced by excitement for whatever the rest of the day would bring.

She bit her lip, "I was waiting for you to say it. I don't know what you like, what catches your eye. You're young, maybe you want to go to the mall."

"Oh no, I just got out of there. I'd rather like to go roller skating, do you know a place like that?"

"Oh well, I'm too old to roller skate," she joked, causing you to snort in disagreement.

"Shut up, you're never too old to enjoy things. Take me to the rink," you insisted, and she had no choice but to accede to your request.

It was a nice ride, full of jokes and laughter, and with each passing second you wondered whether you had known this woman for a week or a decade, for it seemed that both you and her were eager to liven up the atmosphere more and more.

"Oh wow, this place is perfect!" You exclaimed, capturing every detail that made up the place; neon lights, good music, enough people but not an overwhelming amount who seemed to be having a good time. One hundred percent of the times it wasn't so much about the place, it was about the person you were sharing it with, you were sure with Joyce you could be on a smelly street and still enjoy it because she was with you.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," she grumbled as she put on her respective skate shoes once you both acquired them. "I feel everyone's eyes on me."

You looked around, and no one seemed to notice the presence of anyone other than themselves or their companions, but you understood what she was feeling, oh how much you understood.

"Then rest your eyes on mine, and don't leave them, focus on me," you asked, offering her both of your hands. Whatever it cost you, you were willing to help her let go little by little until she felt confident.

And you were proud to say that you succeeded, her posture soon straightened, her smile gradually took over and her body lost its stiffness. She began to let herself be guided by the music, closing her eyes from time to time while stretching out her arms, and the highlight of the day was being able to witness that, to get to know a new side of Joyce.

The pretty employee of the store you went to, never imagining that you would meet someone you fell in love with after four months of spending at least three times a week with her.

Because those outings to get to know the city became outings only, and before you knew it, you were already going to fancy restaurants, a little more dressed up than usual. You didn't want to ask her if they were dates, and she didn't want to seem to tell you either. You didn't know if she felt the same way, or if she just liked to vary your outings. It ate you up inside, of course, that you had no idea what this was about, yet Joyce Byers enjoyed your company and you enjoyed hers. That was what mattered.

"I'd like to toast," she raised her wine glass, her eyes faintly reflecting the chandelier that brought cozy illumination. Her makeup was natural; she knew very well how to bring out her most beautiful features, and her attire consisted of a long-sleeved reddish-brown blouse, straight and high-waisted gray trousers, a belt the same color as the blouse, and a gray blazer that came to her knees, but it was resting on the back of the chair. She looked classy, befitting the place, which didn't require an outfit equivalent to what royalty would wear, though she looked like a queen no matter what she wore.

"A motive?" you asked, mimicking her movement.

"Getting to know each other. You're that light that turns ordinary days into extraordinary ones, you've given me experiences I thought I'd never experience again from day one when you convinced me to roller skate with you, and also your company is the most pleasing. My life is usually either total chaos or total serenity, and you bring a wonderful balance," she confessed. If only you could get up and kiss her, if only you could even take her hand, anything to express your deep love for her.

"That seems reason enough for me. You make moving to Hawkins worth it, because you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for being with me on every adventure."

You clinked glasses and later ate your dinner. It was a dreamy evening and every detail seemed to be in place; violinists played with such care that it was inevitable not to stand in silence for a few seconds to appreciate them, the food was exquisite as was the wine, the waiters were extremely friendly, the weather was mild and you had enough privacy to talk.

Since it was Friday and still early, after finishing that lovely evening, you ran to the movie shop to rent some movies. You came up with this plan when you told her that you had never seen "The Ghostbusters," she was so surprised that she decided that you would watch that movie that night along with any other movie that caught your attention when you went there.

It was arguably the best night of your life, but also the most stormy in some ways. You say this because when you arrived at her house, both of her sons were in the dining room eating, and when they saw you, they looked extremely perplexed. You knew so much about them, Joyce spoke of both boys with such pride and love in every word, but they seemed to have no idea who you were.

"Jonathan, Will, this is (Y/N)."

They evaluated you from head to toe, without saying a word. Will, who you knew was the youngest, had his eyebrows slightly raised with a sheepish look on his face, but Jonathan had a frown and was the one who intimidated you the most.

"It's a pleasure, I've heard great things about you," you smiled as friendly as you could, and it wasn't enough to make them drop whatever they were thinking.

"A pleasure," Will half smiled, lowering his gaze and then looking down at his food.

"Yeah, what he said," Jonathan spoke up.

An awkward silence fell over you all, until Joyce decided to speak, "We'll use the TV, don't you mind?"

"No, in fact I will continue to eat in my room," the oldest son notified, and subsequently withdrew, without once looking at you or his mother.

"And I, uh, can I go to Mike's?" The youngest son cleared his throat, wiggling his fork, picking at his food.

"Sure, but you better come back early tomorrow," Joyce agreed.

He likewise withdrew without another word. Both making you feel defeated and overly disappointed with yourself. You didn't expect to be greeted with hugs or smiles, you were a stranger, but you also didn't expect such coldness to the point of being this tense.

"Okay, that wasn't so bad," you bit your lip nervously.

"Most of the time it's me and them, they're not used to it," she reassured you. "Let’s make popcorn and feel free to have whatever drinks or treats you want. Make yourself at home."

As the film went on and the night progressed, the event with Joyce's children left your mind. You were really about to forget about it until Jonathan headed into the living room.

"Mom, can we talk alone?" He asked. Guilt took hold of you immediately. Both he and Will looked uncomfortable, and who knows what they would reproach their mom for when you were gone. Maybe they hated you because Joyce had spent so much time with you, and you had no intention of her wasting time with her children by being with you.

She nodded, indicating that you could continue watching the film and then headed to what you assumed was his room. You couldn't handle the curiosity, so with tremendous caution, you walked over to that area and put your ear to the door.

"No, it’s not that. I just thought that, all this time, you were dating a man. It's just t-the expression on your face when you come back home after those times you said you were going out, how you've been behaving lately, do you consider (Y/N) your friend or are you looking for something else?"

You gasped as you listened to what he was saying, and instinctively covered your mouth before they realized you were listening.

"I'm sorry if I didn't tell you. I was afraid of what you guys would think and to tell you the truth, even I don't know what I'm doing. I mean, I've felt this before, but not... like this," she faltered, followed by a silence that didn't last long.

"What we would think? I'm extremely happy for you and I know Will is too. Any son would be happy to see his adored mother regain that happiness after falling in love again, because that's what you are, in love."

You couldn't help but let out without shame the tears that were beginning to spill uncontrollably from your eyes. Hearing that Joyce felt exactly the same way, that you were able to positively impact her life, and that her children approved was unbelievably transcendental. All that was left was to make a move, it was the only step to make official what you were both sick of keeping quiet about, and that was that you were too much in love.

You walked back to the living room and after a minute, Joyce joined you on the couch.

"What's wrong with you?" she questioned. As much as you tried to prevent her from looking at you, you were unsuccessful, as your eyes were still glazed over.

You sighed, "Oh, it's a very emotional movie. I love it."

She let out a laugh.

"You heard everything, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," you admitted, embarrassed but not sorry.

It was her turn to sigh.

"If you want to stop talking to me, I'll understand."

You summoned all the courage you could to look at her; she was looking at you expectantly and what you did next marked the beginning of a new adventure called love, requited love where there was no fear of passionately expressing it to the other person.

You kissed her, and it was as if all the pieces you felt were missing had found their way to complement you. It felt so surreal that you tried to capture every second, as if it was a dream and you had to wake up. Her lips fit so well with yours, as did her hands with your waist, and no doubt your souls were celebrating their reunion after who knows how long yearning for this very moment.

You thought it would be the beginning of something magical, of official dates, love letters, songs to dedicate to each other, and other multiple unforgettable experiences where there would be no lack of kisses, caresses, and loving words that you would address on a frequent basis.

That lasted barely two weeks. She stopped going to the shop, the few times you managed to meet her she avoided you or told you she didn't have time, you eventually gave up. No day passed by where you didn’t torment yourself thinking about what you had done, or what had happened to make her decide that you were better off away from her.

Just when you thought you would never hear from her again, you received a letter that was no more than half a page long, unsigned but in her handwriting.

She told you that she would always love you, but that she had to leave because circumstances and grief were forcing her to do so. Joyce Byers had left Hawkins.

And you remained, right where she left you.

#winona ryder #joyce byers #stranger things #st4 #joyce byers x you #joyce byers x reader #joyce byers x y/n #joyce stranger things

[tokuteasings]

Sonoi versus Momoi Taro - For the love of the reader

Requested by @askrikkaiandhyotei I found this super duper interesting~!

This is going to turn into a poly relationship bc I can.

This...isn’t an argument. It’s not two opposing sides but simply two parties coming to an understanding. Love is foreign to both Sonoi and Taro but they know of other types of love. But by this time, being around someone like you is...mystifying. It’s this tug at the strings of their heart but it activates in so many different ways that it’s confusing yet exciting all at once. Sonoi’s love is slow, it crawls into his heart and he didn’t even know it was even fucking there until someone told him. It’s this moment between you and him where you make his seemingly nonexistent heart appear and quake and shiver in the best of ways. Taro’s love was when you made him feel at a home he didn’t even know existed. He’s all smiles around you and it’s this he has this honesty that not many people see. He tells you things straight from his heart and his comments towards you are just twinged with this kindness that is both brutal but soft at the same time.

So when they both realize that they both are in love with you they just...stare at each other. They are able to talk about anything together and if these two are partners by this point in time, they will both come to a conclusion to add you into this relationship. It’s simple, honest, and they both have so much love to share to you and to each other that sometimes it’s almost overwhelming to both of them. It’s the idea that because they have so much love for each other and for you, it would only simply make sense for you to join them. 

If these two are not romantic partners by this time and purely platonic, they will simply sit down and talk. It’s not an argument, but a debate. They wouldn’t go head to head with blades completely (even though they do like sparing) and there is a possibility they may even spar in order to properly talk out their feelings. Their blades clashing against each other’s is this sort of zen as they understand one another on this molecular level. They want to make this work, they know they can. Only if you allow it of course. 

So the confession from them both of them comes when they talk to you under the moon one night. It’s not much of a picnic or anything since it’s at the oden cart but they confess to you with complete honesty. Taro doesn’t want to hide this from you and Sonoi wants to find a solution. They understand if rejection will occur, such is life after all. 

If you do agree to date them both, you hear Taro choking on one of his pieces of oden as Sonoi jut straight up drops his into his plate. The two just stare at you in amazement, glance at one another, and then back at you. “Very well, it is settled.” Taro would say with this grin you see him with all of the time but perhaps there’s something special. A festival dancing within his chest and making him feel whole. Sonoi’s smile is a work of art in itself, and perhaps...he is the first one to reach out his hand to yours. It’s a surprise to both him and Taro and when you two take both his hand and Taro’s...it’s this puzzle piece that finally finds completion. The moon will bless the union of three souls with all of its love and adoration. 

#sonoi #momoi taro #super sentai #super sentai x reader #super sentai imagine #avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers #whack as this series was it warmed my heart by the end lol #also this gif of taro and sonoi is just *chef kiss* #where int he hell did i go with this #chara ship #sonotaro #tarosono #I guess??? #i was listening to sonotaro's song and then keiwa's chara song came on #im howling is he jelly lol

[rgrdsalxndra]

20 Questions: Fanfiction Author Edition

Tagged by the wonderful miss @cicinicole-14

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

187.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,610,309

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Law & Order SVU (and OC)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Getting to Know You

Mastaba

Love You Still

In Treatment

Meet the Parent(s)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I generally do try to respond to all comments. If you take the time to write me more than "Update soon!" or "I love this" I will respond in kind. Not that I don't appreciate the "I love this" comments, but the "Update soons!" on a recent chapter kinda drive me a little crazy.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

One that both lives and dies in my drafts. I don't know if I could have the heart to publish something that doesn't have a happy ending. There's too much of that in the world already.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Love Sometimes Steals Into A Heart

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. I try to branch out into various kinds.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

With another fandom? I have a Addison Shepherd/Olivia Benson ship that I haven't shared with the world but in glimpses in "Neglected Spaces"... and I did write that one crossover with Chicago.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think I have... but if I have, I'm relying on my friends to tell me so I can report it. People pour their hearts and souls and creative blood into fics and if you steal it, you're the scum of the earth.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes. I love working together with another creative mind and weaving words together. It's fun and sometimes makes you glance at things from different angles.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Currently? It's EO. (ElliotxOlivia) but I've got to say that Burzek is a close #2 but they need more fics.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

It's my goal to finish ALL WIPS before I fade into oblivion one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at putting you there in the moment. But honestly? I think half of everything I write is shit, but I love writing so I selfishly write the stories that I want to read (and don't read them after they're finished).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I CANNOT WRITE A ONE-SHOT TO SAVE MY LIFE.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Only if it's because they're travelling somewhere and communication in the other language is absolutely necessary but I'd want to find a fluent speaker to double-check.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

It's a split between these three: Call It Bittersweet

Christmas Ghosts: An EO Christmas Carol

and DEAR YOU, LOVE ME

I'm supposed to tag people. But I hate tagging others. I never know how many times they've been tagged.

#Fanfiction Questions #20Questions #S.VU #Authors Say

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

You won't go lonely into this fight, if you just hold me we will survive

Characters: Ghost, Doe Eyes, Baby

Words: 2321

Content warnings: Christianity, religious trauma/guilt

divider by firefly-graphics

After I had talked to Otis and seen Blinky leave, I was about to pick back up what I’d been doing when that woman had arrived, but just as I was about to start taking down the curtains, Manon came up to me. “Hey Selena, how are you doing?” 

“Oh, I’m okay,” I replied, just quickly glancing over my shoulder, “Why are you asking?” 

“You just seemed a little... out of it earlier. But I guess it makes sense if the situation overwhelmed you,” she continued, “Also... you obviously don’t have to explain yourself, but I still wanted to ask what you meant when you said you ‘roughed Blinky’s mum up a little’?” 

I shrugged. “Uhm, you know. This and that. Didn’t want to get into Otis’ way, so I mostly fell back on my own experiences. I thought it would affect me more than this, but I’m feeling okay. Seeing Blinky so upset and then hearing what their mother said just made me really angry, and I wanted to hurt her. It was a little strange, but it worked out.” 

“You... know that sometimes it can take a while for those kinds of experiences to actually start affecting you in a more negative fashion?” Manon said, and I finally turned to face her. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, some people hit a sort of low as soon as the adrenaline decreases again. After their first time killing someone, Blinky got really distant and needed some time alone for a while, but Otis kept an eye on them to make sure they were alright. Some people apparently start to feel really guilty or panic. And that kinda stuff can happen immediately, or hit some time later. It’s difficult to predict,” she explained. 

I thought about this for a moment, before responding, “I mean, right now I’m okay. And if something changes... I’ll just have to deal with it, I guess.” 

“Do you mind if I just stay around? I don’t want to hover or monitor your actions, but I’d feel better if I knew there was someone around in case you get upset,” she said, fidgeting with her rings, “And I could help with the curtains. I’m done with the other laundry anyway, and cleaning these can be quite a... chore.” 

“That is true,” I replied, smiling at what I figured had been a pun, “I think the drapes from the living room probably won’t fit the washing machine. The kitchen curtains should be fine if you put them into... a pillow case?” 

Manon nodded. “Yeah, that seems about right. We’ll have to check the materials and if they have any labels with instructions, but other than the living room everything should be fit for the washing machine.” 

“What about that... show room, with the stage? It’s got big drapes as well, doesn’t it?” 

“Oh, yeah, it does,” she said, “I’ll have to ask if it’s even possible to take those down, and then we’ll have to see how best to wash them.” 

“In the convent we only ever washed things by hand,” I commented, “But I don’t think that even together we’d manage both those and the living room ones.” 

She sighed. “Well, let’s get started then. The sooner we begin, the sooner we’ll be done.” 

Unsurprisingly, I did end up “hitting my low”, though it was only after all the work had been done, dinner served, and a movie. Manon had even managed to convince me to take a shower. But once I was in bed, alone with my thoughts, it was like the world came crashing down on me, guilt over what I had done and fear of what it meant for my soul like weights crushing my chest. And, completely unexpected, quiet anger and... grief? 

It wasn’t only about today’s happenings, but the past as well. Somehow all the talk had managed to let memories resurface that I had completely forgotten about. The helplessness I had felt whenever someone else had been mistreated, the anger and hurt over my parents despising me while doting on my siblings. The constant fear of doing something wrong and getting punished. Longing for a normal life, to be loved, to be different. 

I’d been told that I was bad, evil by nature, and only here had people managed to make me feel normal. Like, maybe, there was nothing wrong with me and I had been lied to. Yet, what the family was doing was wrong and bad, evil, and today I had given into those dark urges – so maybe Reverend Lael and my parents and the priest and nuns had been right all along? What if there was a heaven and hell, and I had completely doomed my soul? Then again, the Sisters had said that I was beyond salvation anyway, so did it really matter? 

A knock on my door startled me and tore me from my thoughts. 

“Ghost? You still awake?” came Baby’s voice from the hall. 

“I- yeah, I am. Come in.” 

She opened the door with unusual gentleness, normally she didn’t care much for how much noise she made, even in the middle of the night. “Doe Eyes mentioned that you had your first... outburst today, and was all concerned that you might end up feeling bad. She’d asked me to ask you to sleep in my room, buuut I kinda forgot.” 

“But just now RJ came back from apparently walking the dog, whyever he felt the need to do that in the middle of the night, and woke me up to give me more details. He didn’t right out say that he’s worried, but he also pointed out how well you’ve seemingly taken it, and we all know that’s not usually how things work.” 

I didn’t know how to respond to that, and Baby reached for the light switch before changing her mind. “You still got that candle and lighter over there?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You mind making some light? If not, I will,” she stated and I sighed, lighting the candle. 

Baby just stared at me for a moment. “Wow, you look like shit.” 

“Gee, thanks Baby, you flatter me.” 

She huffed. “No, I mean, like... you literally look like a ghost, and it’s not just the lighting. Really pale, even for your standards, and just. I don’t know. More like Ghost we met weeks ago, who was all caught in her head and unhealthy thought patterns.” 

“I’ll be fine.,” I said, trying to brush her concerns off, but she clearly wasn’t buying it. Without any further questions, she stepped into the room, closed the door, and plopped down on the bed. 

The way she looked at me was scrutinising, and I felt like she could see right through every and any wall I had built around my true thoughts and feelings.  

“Alright, out with it. What’s bothering you?” she said, though it felt more like and order than a question. “I’m not gonna judge you or anything, but if I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, I can’t help you.” 

I let myself fall back onto my pillow. “What if there is no way to help me? What if I am beyond saving?” 

“Oh no, it really is that religious shit again, isn’t it?” 

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m trying not to... think like this, but. It’s just-” 

“I don’t understand why I am like this; I don’t really judge you or think badly of you all. I don’t worry about your souls or think you’re going to hell. It’s like, in my head, those concepts just don’t apply to you. But when it comes to me it’s just like... like everything they said is true. Like maybe I am evil.” 

Baby crawled up the bed and laid down next to me, propping her head up on her hand so she could look at me. “They really left an impression on you, huh?” 

I chuckled. “Twenty-four years of being constantly told there’s something integrally wrong with you can do that, I suppose.” 

“Aw shit, you’re right,” she said, “They've been feeding you that crap all your life.” 

“M-hm.” 

“You know, I’m not good with comforting, especially not when it comes to all this religious stuff, but here’s what I think,” she began, sounding surprisingly serious, and when I looked over her expression matched. “From what I’ve heard that woman is an absolutely disgusting piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to be called mother, and deserves everything both you and Otis have put her through so far. Like, if anything, this is justice or something. And even still you’re one of the... best people here, when it comes to ‘sins’ and stuff. Like, in comparison to everyone else you might as well be a saint.” 

“Manon hasn’t hurt or killed anyone so far though,” I added. 

“Pff, so what? She’s done other stuff that’d probably be considered sinful, while you’ve been nothing but a proper Christian girl,” she said, “At the very least she’s been doing naughty stuff with Otis while you’re a pure innocent virgin.��� 

I blushed furiously at that. On the one hand because Baby talked so freely about such a shameful topic, on the other hand because I didn’t even know what she meant by “naughty stuff”, while she clearly expected me to know.  

“What about all the things I said though, and the way I treated the rosary? I’m sure a lot of it was wrong and basically lies, and I am certain all of my actions could be seen as blasphemous-” 

“So what? Who's gonna judge you? God? Cause then he better judge your nuns and all of those assholes as well,” Baby interrupted me, “You really think all of those pretentious, self-important clergy people always told the truth? Didn’t make up lies and stories just to intimidate and scare you into submission? Like that whole speech about albino people was one hundred percent made up, nothing holy or God-send in that. If he had any kind of vision he was probably on drugs.” 

She was right. I knew she was – they Sisters and priests, everyone really, had constantly lied, and I had known. They'd made up ‘facts’ and contradicted each other, changing their stories for what best fit the situation. 

“And about that rosary, didn’t you say something about just... recreating your own experiences or something?” she continued. “I know they beat and whipped you and whatnot, so I wouldn’t be surprised if there literally had been blood on that thing. If not that, then some other one. They do seem to love their symbolism after all.” 

I hadn’t even noticed that I’d started to cry until Baby reached out and wiped some tears from my cheek. “Oh shit sweetie, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to make you cry.” 

“No, no, it’s alright,” I said shakily. “It’s just- you're right. That's why I used it. It had been used as a means to inflict pain and punish, they’d give me lashing, burn me, or make me pray for hours until my knees bruised. There is nothing sacred about it. They tainted it long before I could, if using a rosary to hurt others is blasphemy, then they are much worse than I could ever be.” 

Baby pulled me against her chest and started to soothingly rub my back. 

“I was just a child,” I whispered, voice breaking on the last word. “I just wanted to be good enough, but nothing I did sufficed. The only gift I ever received was turned into an implement of torture, that’s what its intention had been from the beginning. They never wanted to fix or help me, only hurt and punish. No one was sent to the convent to find redemption; it is nothing but a prison. No one escapes.” 

“You did, though,” Baby said softly, “And though we may not be good people, no one here’s gonna hurt you. Or allow anyone else to. We protect our own, okay? And you’re family now.” 

I held onto her as if she’d just disappear if I let go for even just a second. “You mean it?” 

She huffed a laugh. “Of course, I mean it. Blinky chose you, you apparently even managed to win RJ over – and he doesn’t even like Doe Eyes or Blinky. Mama adores you too, even more so now that you’ve taken it upon yourself to clean those damn curtains. Hell knows no one else here would have wanted to.” 

“Okay then,” I said, feeling much calmer than before Baby had come by. 

“You think you’ll be able to sleep now?” she asked, pushing my hair back so she could see my face. 

“I... yeah, I guess. I’m definitely feeling better,” I replied, playing with the edge of the blanket. “I- I’m sorry, not trying to be weird or anything, but can you maybe stay for a little longer? Just till I’ve fallen asleep?” 

Baby laughed at that, but it didn’t sound mean or mocking. “’course I’ll stay, you think you’re getting rid of me that easily? Just lemme grab another blanket and pillow from my room.” 

“Okay,” I said with a relieved smile. She jumped up from the bed and ran out of the room, only to return seconds later with her own blanket and at least three pillows. 

“Scoot,” she instructed me before depositing her stuff on the bed. “Let’s get some rest now, and maybe tomorrow we can check out what Otis has done to that miserable excuse of a person if you want.” 

I grinned, “Sounds fun.” 

“See, that’s the right attitude,” she said, before turning to blow out the candle, “And Ghost? You can always come to me if something’s bothering you, okay? Don’t let those stupid thoughts mess with your head.” 

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” I responded as the room was shrouded in darkness once again. “Thank you.” 

@immortal-velociraptor @myers-meadow

tfw the hand-holding dividers looks adorable but are hardly discernable in regular dark mode x.x

#cylas writes #ghost firefly #selena firefly #manon driftwood #manon doe eyes driftwood

[silverameco]

i couldn't take my eyes away from you. i didn't know how to. i felt drawn to you. i felt like the sea, drawn to the moon. but you would never look at me. you would always look everywhere else. i wanted to know so desperately what you thought of the things you would look at. i wanted to see the world with your eyes. i wanted to know your mind. i wanted to be able to understand you with just one look. i wanted to know you intimately, in every meaning of the word. you wouldn't look at me, but i was content just contemplating the way you'd watch everything else. i was happy simply being a watcher. just existing in your vicinity.

you would always flee my gaze, except when you didn't. except when, sometimes, you'd say something incredibly flirty or charming or teasing and you would look at me. really look at me. i felt bare, in the best way. i felt seen and understood. pretty blue eyes looking right into my soul. it was dizzying, terrifying, addictive. i wanted to keep your attention forever. i wanted to bask in it, drown in it, and never resurface. i wanted to know nothing but those kind, smiling, mischievous eyes. when someone mentionned your eyes were blue, i was surprised. i was always too focused on the way they made me feel, the way they felt staring at my soul, to even care about their color.

it would last. always a bit too long for it to be friendly, never long enough for my smitten brain. and then you would go back to fleeing my attention. you were always so bold and shy at the same time. making teasing comments under your breath, so low i was never sure if i heard you right. making bold statements while looking right through me, before looking away like nothing happened. when i thought you didn't want me after all, you would laugh at my jokes and put your hand on my knee. lie next to me in a room full of people, laughing with me again. put your arm around my shoulders and smile. ask with that sweet voice of yours if you could kiss me. it made me want you even more.

it's been months and i can't stop replaying those two days and two nights in my head. over and over again. i feel in my core that it was just the beginning of something. something bigger. greater. i can't wrap my mind around the fact we exchanged only a few glances, a handful of jokes, and one earthshattering kiss. i want more. we can't stop now. i hold on to this sweet promise you made when i left. i can't wait to meet you again. i hope you're waiting for me. because i think i would wait several lives for you.

#silv writes poetry #posting love poems here so i won't send them to her #wlw