#those four in high school kinda felt. too much
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Across a Crowded Room
*grumbles* I can't believe this IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE AND SHORT! Not only has it gotten a little angsty in middle there, it's about to breach 10k words. And I'm not even CLOSE to the ending.
The fuuuucckkkkk.
I was meant to be working on other things. Like editing a story to be beta'ed so I can put it on AO3 for you all, extending Batshit soulmates because I was skipping over too much, and wrapping up Glitters.
Guess who did none of those things because this story consumed my soul?
ME!!!
I will be posting this on Saturday as it's not one of my regular WIPs.
Enjoy. *sniffs* I guess.
Summary: Modern, no monsters AU. After they all graduated from high school the older teens drifted to other parts of the country. And while Steve and Eddie have made short trips to see each other, usually with the whole, they really haven't spent much time in the same room in years.
That all changes when Eddie is able to spend a week in Chicago with Steve and Robin.
But when Eddie sees Steve for the first time in years, he gets scared. Will have the courage to walk across that crowded room to be with Steve?
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Eddie hadn’t seen Steve in years. After high school when they became friends through mutual parenting of six absolutely terrifyingly smart teenagers, they kinda went their separate ways.
Steve and Robin had gone to Chicago for college and Eddie and his band had gone further west to LA to try and make it as metal artists.
This is was the first time in a really long time that their schedules lined up. They talked all the time. Friends on all their social media. But they hadn’t seen each other since they said goodbye in Steve’s driveway four years ago.
Eddie was standing at the bar entrance where he was supposed to be meeting Steve, just staring at him.
God, he had been gorgeous in high school. Because of course he was. Captain of the basketball team, co-captain of the swim team, and the baseball team’s best hitter.
But he looked even more so now.
His honey colored, wind tussled hair had grown out a bit. A lock of hair flopped devastatingly in front of one of his hazel eyes. He had filled out some, once thin and wiry, now deep chested and toned. Even in the winterscape hell that was Chicago, Steve’s skin was warmly tanned.
He was laughing with a group of people and never had Eddie felt more out of place in his life, and that was saying something. He had been dropped off at his Uncle Wayne’s when he was twelve. Been nicknamed the “Freak”. And had always been flamboyantly himself: a big, gay, metal loving geek.
Eddie was about to turn around and go back the way he came when a familiar voice called his name.
He turned around and there was Robin Buckley. Steve’s platonic soulmate and best friend.
“Hey,” he croaked.
“Did you just get here?” she asked brightly.
Eddie nodded. “My flight was delayed three times. I haven’t even been to my hotel yet.”
Robin winced. “That sucks.” She looked at him more closely and he gulped. “You weren’t thinking of cutting and running were you?”
“Me?” Eddie said, dramatically clutching his hands to his chest. “I would ne–”
She raised an eyebrow at him, effectively shutting him up.
“I wasn’t gonna,” Eddie said mournfully, “until I got here. He just looks so happy. He doesn’t need someone like me coming back into his life like a wrecking ball.” He pulled out his phone and waved it at her. “Once I can get this charged, I’ll message him and tell him my flight got canceled and that’ll we’ll reschedule.”
She looked at his phone and then back up at him. “What happened to your phone?”
“My charging cable port snapped,” he grumbled. “And it died after the first delay.”
Again she winced in sympathy.
“You’re in love with him,” she said, “aren’t you?”
Eddie sighed and looked back over at Steve. One of his friends must have told a joke because Steve was laughing so hard his eyes were mere slits. He looked back at her and he sighed.
“The sky is blue, Midwestern winters suck,” he muttered, “and I’m in love with Steve Harrington.”
Robin rolled her eyes, then she got this calculating grin on her face.
“Uh oh.”
“I’ll tell you what,” she said slyly, “you let me do a little experiment with a small wager. If I win, you man up and tell him how you feel. If you win, you can tell him that your trip has been cut short and you have to go back in a couple of days and blow out his life again.”
Eddie pursed his lips and looked at back at Steve.
“What’s the experiment?” he asked.
Robin jumped up and down with glee. “I’m going to text Steve that I found you. You aren’t going to take your eyes off him the whole time. Then when I’m done, I’ll show the conversation.”
He licked his lips. “And what’s the wager?”
“You think he’s happier without you,” she said. “If that’s true, he’s not going to show a lot of excitement. He’ll be relieved and happy that you’re here, but no real enthusiasm. Right?”
Eddie just nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
“I know he’s going to flip out,” she continued with that sly grin. “He’s going to be jumping up and down and looking around for you, trying to find you in the crowd.”
“What if it’s somewhere in the middle?” Eddie asked honestly.
Robin cocked her head to the side. “Then you stay the full week and suss him out.”
Eddie let out a long sigh. “All right. You’re on.”
“Good!” she said. She grabbed him by the arms and moved him a little. “There. Now he won’t be able to spot you immediately.”
He had let himself be manhandled because he had long since learned that Robin could and would kick if he didn’t do what she wanted.
“Now, keep your eyes on Steve.”
Eddie scoffed. “Easiest thing in the world.”
Robin snorted and got out her phone.
He really wanted to look over her shoulder to see what she was typing because he was eaten up with curiosity about what she was sending Steve. But he did as he was told. He kept his eyes on the most beautiful boy in the world.
Steve pulled out his phone and then his head snapped up. He looked around excitedly. He started flapping his hands and talking animatedly with his friends. Eddie watched as he smoothed down his hair and wiped his hands on his jeans. He pulled out a breath mint out of his pocket and ducked his head when his friends obliviously teased him for it.
He looked over at Robin in shock.
“What the hell did you tell him?”
She turned her phone around and he read their conversation.
-Guess who I found by the door looking like a lost puppy?
-He’s here?
-Eddie’s here?
-Where?
-Why didn’t he text me? :(
-lol
-Calm down, I’ll bring him to you.
-The idiot’s phone died and his charger broke.
-I can’t be calm, how can I be calm? He’s here! He’s finally here.
“Oh.”
The little frownie face at the end of the “Why didn’t he text me?” message did Eddie’s heart in.
He cleared his throat. “Um...if I were to, say, I don’t know, go over there and kiss his lights out, would I get hate crimed?”
Robin laughed. “No. And there is no one in his friends that would be nasty about it either.”
Eddie nodded. “Lead the way.” He bowed and waved his hand dramatically so that she would go first.
“Nerd.”
Eddie cackled as he followed her to the table. Steve was on his feet the instant he saw him.
Eddie was a weak man. That had been pretty well established tonight. So he thought he could be excused when he picked Steve up by the waist and swung him around.
“Eddie!” Steve giggled.
Robin scoffed. “Gays are so disgusting.”
“Says the lesbian,” Steve said when Eddie had put him down.
“Lesbians are a different flavor of gay and thereby aren’t disgusting,” she said with a half shrug like it was a truth universally acknowledged or some shit.
He shook his head and turned back to Eddie, who had yet to let go of his waist. “I missed you, too, Eds.”
“I missed you so much, Stevie,” Eddie whispered back.
“Yeah?” Steve asked, hopeful.
“Yeah,” he breathed and lifted Steve’s chin. He pressed their lips together and suddenly Steve’s crowd of friends erupted into cheers.
Steve broke the kiss and stared up at Eddie in awe.
“Wow.”
Eddie giggled. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” Steve said, more than a little breathless. “You’re stuck now. That’s how I want you to greet me every time now.”
Eddie’s face split with a large grin. “You got it, baby.”
Robin cleared her throat. “May I remind you two that we are in fact in public?”
Eddie and Steve looked over at her and then back at each other. Robin isn’t sure who started it, but soon they both were laughing like children.
Steve introduced him to the small group of friends.
There was a sofa near the table Steve’s friends were sitting at so Eddie sat down there, so Steve could cuddle up on his side.
“How long are you in town for?” A punky Asian girl with pink and purple streaks in her short cropped hair asked. Steve had introduced her as Maria Nguyen. They had a couple of classes with each other.
Steve looked at Eddie as if he had been wondering the same thing.
Eddie chuckled. “That’s the surprise I was telling you about, darlin’. Me and the boys got a record deal and their headquarters and studio is right here in Chicago. So I will be moving to the fair Windy city.”
“You’re staying?” Steve asked, his voice rising with excitement.
“I’m in town for about a week to look for apartments and shit,” Eddie amended. “Then I will move here at the end of the month.”
“Holy shit!” Robin said, glaring daggers at him.
Steve picked up on the latent hostility, but Eddie shook his head and whispered, “I’ll tell you later.” He pressed a kiss to Steve hair.
“You have a band?” a large young man with freckles and braces asked. He had red hair and wire rimmed glasses. Steve said his was Jason, Justin...Jarren! That was it.
“Sure do!” Eddie said. “Corroded Coffin. Me and my three closest friends, besides Buck and Stevie here, have been out in LA playing our hearts out.”
“Buck?” Maria asked, rearing her head back.
“Buckley!” Eddie explained.
“So what kind of music do you play?” Jarren asked, leaning forward, very interested.
“Metal.”
Maria snorted. “Like that’s Steve’s least favorite kind of music.”
Steve sat up. “It is not! There are all sorts of music I don’t like. Metal can be good. It’s just the screamo shit I can’t stand. Corroded Coffin isn’t like that.”
“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “Hell, Steve would put pop music below metal and you know how much he loves Tears for Fears.”
Eddie groaned. “I still can’t believe of all the 80s bands out there to be your favorite you pick Tears for Fears!”
“What? They’re great.”
“Stevie, darlin’, love of my life,” Eddie said sweetly. “You cannot honestly tell me that their version of ‘Mad World’ is better than Gary Jules.”
“Wait?” Jarren said. “They did a cover of ‘Mad World’?”
Steve shook his head. “They sang it originally. Here let me show you.”
He pulled out his phone and handed it over. Robin, Maria, and Jarren huddled around the phone as they watched the video for it.
“That was trippy as hell,” Maria said, handing the phone back to Steve.
“I know, right?” Eddie said.
Steve rolled his eyes. “He does have a point regarding this one song. The original version is too fast for what the song is about.”
Eddie cackled with glee.
“I still maintain that Shout, Head Over Heels, and Everybody Wants to Rule the World are absolute bangers,” Steve huffed.
Eddie kissed his cheek and Steve blushed.
“Wait!” Jarren said, “Do my eyes deceive me or is Steve Harrington, the man, the myth, the legend, blushing?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Not that again. I don’t believe it was ever a thing.”
Eddie sat up on the sofa, too and looked Steve in the eye. “What’s this, babe?”
“Stevie here made a girl come just by talking to her,” Robin said with a grin.
Eddie licked his lips slowly and Steve blushed deeper. “Did you now?”
“No!” Steve insisted. “That was just the excuse she used for running away after I badly flirted with her.”
Maria scoffed. “Dude, I was there, you did not flirt badly.”
Eddie pulled Steve close to his side and murmured in his ear. “I fully expect the full Harrington Charm experience, sweetheart.” His voice dropped really low. “Because I bet you could make me come just from the sound of your voice.”
Steve’s eyes went wide and he ducked his head.
Maria shook her head. “I can’t believe that King Steve got out rizzed by this swagless loser. How in the hell?”
“Maria!” Jarren hissed. “He does not look like a swagless loser. You take that back. He’s cool.”
Eddie turned to Steve. “Looks like you’re going to have to be the tie-breaker, sweetheart.”
“How’s that?” Steve asked. “Robin hasn’t said anything yet.”
“Ah, but that’s because I think I’m cool,” Eddie said holding up one finger, “and I know that Robin would vote for swagless loser.”
Robin snorted. “Damn right I would.”
“So it’s girls verses guys,” Steve said thoughtfully.
Jarren snorted. “More like lesbians verses the gays.”
Steve cocked his head to the side and then nodded.
“I dub thee my really cool metalhead geek!” Steve said solemnly.
Everyone’s eyes narrowed at him.
“Babe...” Robin said. “Did you just go down the middle of the road to avoid an argument?”
Steve batted his eyelashes at her. “Maybe...”
Eddie huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, pouting. Steve leaned forward and kissed the bottom of his jaw.
“How about my very cool, gorgeous, metalhead boyfriend?” he murmured softly.
Eddie looked down at him eyes wide. “Holy shit, you mean that?”
Steve nodded.
Eddie swiftly brought their mouths together and kissed Steve deeply. “That is acceptable.”
Steve giggled.
The night past in good company and drinks.
Eddie had duck out early because he still had to check into his hotel, but he kissed Steve goodbye and left with a spring in his step.
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Also, also. I forgot to mention that the title comes from a song by Counting Crows called Long December. So in my head I was singing, It's been so long since you came to (Indiana) I think you should!
Never mind they're in Illinois and the actual lyric is California.
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chapter four: loose ends
of love & lemons | k.bakugo | m.list
▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! angst, more talking about feelings, fem and male receiving oral, making out, alcohol consumption
▸ ▸ ▸ wc: 6.7k
▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: ahhhhhh omg i love the last scene of this fic so much, i hope you enjoy it too!!
Overthinking has always come easy, but this is just ridiculous.
Thoughts plague you as you wander with the rest of the group through the forest path towards the beach. Chatter flows effortlessly, yet your mind ticks.
Why had Shouto acted like that with you? Did he overhear you in the dorm with the rest of the girls? Did he not like seeing you in your swimsuit? Did Bakugo say something to him? Either way, there was no reason for him to be acting like that towards you.
Your lonely upbringing led to you making friends with most people you came across, but your even matchup with Shouto all those years ago had you gravitating towards each other from the get-go. Your easy, fiery personality melted his cold, icy heart and it wasn’t long before you were study buddies, training partners.
You graduated high school together, entered university together. It wasn’t only huge milestones like those that you shared and bonded through, but simple things like going to movies with friends, bar-hopping; hell, you even organized a surprise birthday party for him at the beginning of year and invited everyone he’d formed friendships with over the years.
Including Momo, which you were kinda (very) bitter about at the time.
A shiver runs over your skin and you wrap your arms around yourself, glancing over at a very animated Denki as he explains the importance of nu-metal to Shouto.
Shouto with his two-toned hair and heterochromic eyes, with his fire and his ice, with his inability to read the room and lack of tact. You’d opened up to him about being an only child and having parents that worked away constantly, and he told you about his mum, why he hated his dad so much. Even so, he’d had his dad design you a suit that could withstand the even hottest flames, despite the fact that he never went out of his way to talk to him.
You were best friends.
It’s not his fault that you were – until yesterday— in love (was it love, really?) with him, and he didn’t feel the same. Not his fault that you felt you needed to distance yourself from him. What was his fault was the accusation that the guy you’d fallen for wasn’t genuine.
And he hadn’t even said anything about it to your face.
Why didn’t he say anything to you?
What you feel for Bakugo isn’t the same as what you felt for Shouto. For him, there was longing; there were schoolgirl fantasies of picket fences and weddings and two spoons for one dessert. Of a family with two kids and a dog and a cheesy adult life together. With Bakugo, it’s different. You want to touch him, hold him, feel him. You’ve fallen for his eyes, the dangerous way he looks at you, and his hands, how they feel on you, the size of yours in his; the way he speaks to you, calms you, treats you like you’re more than a crush. It’s now and it’s real, and you’re exploring it together.
You hold your cold fingers against your burning cheeks as you scan the group for him.
He’s looking at you from where he’s walking, a little bit ahead of you, and you speed up to catch him.
“You okay?” He mumbles, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his boardshorts. You resist the urge to drape yourself against him, the naked skin of his back and chest, swells and dips of his muscled arms. You hum a yes, but your eyes are on the ground. “Right, seems like you’re fucking swell.” His sarcasm is comforting, you knock him with your hip.
“Thinking about you.” Your words leave your lips in a sigh, and he arches a brow at you. It wasn’t a lie, not really. “You’re nice to me.” You smile, holding your forearms behind your back.
“Yeah?” He’s intrigued by your admission, probably more confused than anything. “Why are you thinking about that right now?”
“I told the girls I liked you, and they were confused. Apparently, you’re mean.” You shrug.
“Huh.” He raises his eyebrows, doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t ask why. He’s oddly calm.
“You don’t care that I told them?” You frown.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t say anything.” You grumble childishly, he chuckles.
“What the hell do you want me to say?” He asks softly, drapes an arm over your shoulders, pulls you against him.
You’re sure you stop breathing. You look up at him, but he’s looking ahead— or pointedly avoiding your gaze, you’re not sure. It’s strange how natural it feels, and you smile despite yourself, pull your bottom lip between your teeth and take a breath in through your nose.
The air is cool, but you’re warm, heart beating sporadically in your chest as you walk through the woods, tucked under Bakugo’s arm. It’s peaceful, calm—
“Oi,” Eijiro calls, jogging up to fall into step next to you. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell your best friend that you’ve got a girlfriend.” He complains with a whiny sigh. “Unmanly, Kastuki.”
“Want me to tell you when I take a fucking dump too, dumbass?” Bakugo growls, pulls you closer. “It’s none of your fucking business.” He reiterates.
“I’m your best friend.” He complains, sets his eyes on you. They trail down your neck to your chest where your jacket is unzipped “I like your swimsuit.” He winks, and you flinch as Bakugo holds up a palm, sends off an explosion in his direction.
“Bakugo!” You scold, hide against his chest to shield your eyes.
But Eijiro’s ready for it, used to it, it seems. He simply dodges, flashes you a knowing smile. “Be gentle with him, he’s sensitive.” He winks, again.
“Fuck off, fuckface!” Bakugo yells, and with a laugh, Eijiro jogs back to Kaminari and the group of teens watching the interaction. Kyoka flashes you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes with a grin.
After a few moments, you look up at him. “You didn’t correct him when he called me your girlfriend.”
“You already said you’d be mine.” He shrugs. “If you don’t wanna put a damn label on it, we don’t have to.” His red eyes are looking down at you, ready for a response.
“No, I…” You make it out of the trees and onto the sand, see Aizawa in the distance with a huge bonfire ready to light. Bakugo stops walking, holds you close as your classmates walk past, shouts profanities at anyone who stares too long.
Shouto doesn’t look as he passes.
Your stomach knots up, and you snake an arm around Bakugo’s waist, pull yourself closer to him. He’s warm, and it’s comforting, solid and stable.
The sun is setting oranges and pinks and purples and blues in the sky, reflecting like molasses against the serene waves of the water. Higher in the sky, the moon’s already out, stars twinkling as twilight threatens to take over the sunset.
You don’t want to move, just want to stay under his arm, looking at the sky forever.
“D’ya wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks quietly, and when you look at him, he’s blushing, watching the sun set in the distance. You watch him for a minute, revel in the serenity of the moment; then you stretch up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“If it means you’re gonna be defending my honour, then yes.” You grin. His eyes flash down to your body, the curves of your torso, your bikini top. He bites his lip.
“Among other things.” He says lowly, voice husky as his free hand comes to rest on your shoulder, thumb drawing along your collarbone, nudging the jacket from your shoulder. “Your swimsuit,” His eyes are watching his fingers trace the orange piping of one of the triangles.
You shiver, and you’re sure nipple beads under his touch; your whole face heats up. “H-happy coincidence.” You whisper, the same twisty, fluttering feeling in your stomach returning.
He hums, lips descend to your neck. “Happy indeed.”
“Oi!” Eijiro yells from a distance. “We’re waiting!”
Bakugo huffs a sigh, kisses your neck gently. “To be continued.” He mumbles, nuzzling your ear with his nose, sending another shiver up your spine. He zips up your jacket—all the way to the top—zipper tickling your chin.
“Okay.” You laugh, step away from him and drag your hand down his arm, linking your fingers. A shy smile grows on your face as you lead him over to the group, Aizawa is staring at the pair of you with a raised eyebrow.
“What’s this? A couple? In my camp? I give you all far too much freedom.” He grumbles, and Bakugo squeezes your hand. Kyoka pokes you in the arm, waggles her eyebrows when you look at her. “We’ve been cut short.” He says, sighing. “We’re heading back tomorrow because of reasons out of my control, so I’ve put on a party for you.”
“A party?” Deku gasps, chatter ensues.
“But!” Aizawa calls over the noise. “I have a speech that you have to listen to before I go.” His eyes briefly shift to you and Bakugo, then to some of the other students. “I understand that youth is… exciting.”
“Sensei, please.” Kaminari groans. “Not the birds and the bees.”
He ignores him. “You’re making friends, dating, being young.” He takes a pause, for the drama, probably. “But for you, life after university doesn’t entail boring office jobs or climbing the corporate ladder, does it?” You glance around, everyone looks as confused as you. “You will be heroes. I know about your job offers. Four of you have offers overseas, the rest of you have at least one offer here.”
You see where this is going. The cool wind on the beach picks up, and you pull your hand from Bakugo’s grip to fold your arms.
“You’re bound to get even more offers come graduation.” He continues, takes a deep breath. “It’s going to be exciting and new, and although the bonds you create here will be lasting, they’ll be… interrupted.” He rubs his face, tucks some hair behind his ear. “What I’m trying to drive home is this: don’t let the bonds you have affect your journey. Don’t take an offer with a lesser company because your best friend is close by, or your girlfriend doesn’t want you to leave the country.”
You feel that last one like a slap in the face.
Suddenly the vague tidbit of gossip about Bakugo heading to the U.S after graduation is in the forefront of your brain.
There’s a heavy silence, and your stomach is in your throat. You want to look up at Bakugo, gauge his reaction, but you’re frozen.
“Well, just something to think about, I guess.” His tone lightens, and he picks up some bags. “I got takeout. Cooler is full of drinks, but please—for my sanity—don’t drink too much; All Might’s the one who put the deposit down on the cabin and it wasn’t cheap.” He hands a bag to you, one to Kyoka, two to Iida, and trudges off.
There’s a stunned silence, until Bakugo takes the bag from you, opens it and digs some containers out.
“I’m gonna have this one,” he says, holds it out for you to take. “What do you want?” Kaminari and Eijiro flank Kyoka for food and there’s chatter where Iida’s trying to fairly assign containers.
“Uh, the same?” Your voice is small, and he sends you a pointed glare. You cave, tell him your favourite take out dish, and he fishes it out, hands the bag to Deku.
“Come with me.” He grabs your hand, drags you towards the water’s edge. He sits, and you follow suit.
“Look, if you—”
“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, pokes you in the forehead. “I like you, you like me. Don’t fucking listen to him.”
“But—”
“If you don’t wanna do this, we won’t.” He frowns, rests a wrist on a propped-up knee.
“I do!” You argue, pout. He grins, leans over and kisses your lips.
“Then we’re doin’ it.” He takes his container from your hand, replaces it with yours.
You glance down at the food, his hands. “You forgot utensils.” He realises it as you say it, frowns over at you, embarrassed, then bounds up, heads back to the group. You follow him with the food, a little anxious at your classmate’s reactions to the PDA, but mostly everyone is busy, itching to eat something.
Shouto is crouching by the unlit bonfire, left pointer finger pointed at the base as if he wants to light it. He feels your eyes, turns, and you give him a small grin and a wave. He sends you a tight smile and turns away.
“Here,” Bakugo hands you a pair of chopsticks, follows your line of sight.
“He hates me.” You sigh, glance up at him. “Not that you care.”
“I care. I just don’t want the fucker getting between us.” He sends Shouto’s back a glare of his own, and nods towards Deku and Kaminari, who are sitting on a log with Kirishima and Sero; Kyoka’s on a towel in front of them. “Wanna sit with your friends?”
“They’re your friends, too.” You roll your eyes, lead the way over to them.
“Eh, I put up with Eiji for reasons unknown.” He shrugs, but you gasp at the nickname.
“Eiji?”
“Shut up.” He glares, but you just laugh, fall down onto Kyoka’s towel next to her.
“Hey.” You chirp, conversation stops. You get the feeling that if Bakugo wasn’t sitting down on the log next to Kaminari, that you’d be met with a thousand questions.
“Hey?” Kyoka scoffs, eyeing you with a raised brow.
“Yeah, can’t come over here holding hands and expect us not to ask questions.” Eijiro gets up, slides between Kaminari and Bakugo, nudges Bakugo, almost knocks him off the log.
“Fuckin’ shitty—” He grumbles, but you cut him off.
“Ask away.” You shrug, opening your takeaway box and hiding a smile behind it. They jump on you.
“How?” Kirishima.
“Why?” Sero.
“When?” Deku.
“What exactly is it about this guy that you like?” Kirishima asks again, and you feel all eyes on you. All questions directed at you.
“Ah, well,” you did offer for them to ask you. Bakugo’s eating, but you can tell he’s just as interested in your answers as everyone else. “Look at him.” You shrug.
There’s a burst of laughter and Denki and Sero are complaining.
“You can’t do that! You can’t just fall back on looks! He’s looked like that for years.” Denki complains, annoyed.
“Yeah, we wanna know what he did to finally bag you.” Sero grins, and Bakugo bristles.
Finally?
The boys on the log all see your confusion, and they glance at Bakugo, who is busying himself with his food.
“You didn’t tell her?” Eijiro asks, but Bakugo says nothing, shoves a lump of chicken into his mouth and looks out at the water.
“Tell me what?” You’re suspicious now, but it doesn’t outweigh your hunger. You hoe down another mouthful of food.
“He’s liked you since high school, that’s what.” The red head laughs. But it can’t be right, because the whole reason this thing with him started was because—
“I told you I didn’t like her like that.” He says, reading your thoughts as he waves his chopsticks in your direction. “Your imagination is fuckin’ wild.”
Eijiro ignores the interaction between the two of you. “Yeah, remember in our final year’s sport’s festival when you turned into a human torch and your clothes—” Disintegrated.
“Okay, okay, yeah, I don’t want to remember that.” You laugh, whole body heating up in embarrassment.
“You’re making me sound like a fucking pervert, it wasn’t because she was naked that I fucking—you know what? I don’t need—” Bakugo’s getting flustered, and you’re enjoying every second. “Just fucking drop it, or I’ll kill you.”
“Technically, Cementoss cubed her in before anyone could see anything anyway.” Kyoka adds, thumbing in your direction. “But you’re telling me that you knew, and you didn’t tell me?” She glares at Denki then, who jumps in shock at her accusation.
“He said he’d kill me!” He defends dramatically.
Your attention creeps back to your boyfriend—you’ll need to get used to calling him that—and you watch him as he eats, looks out to the ocean, steals a glance at you. You grin at him, and he blushes, rolls his eyes.
The rest of the class find their way to the adjoining logs, towels are laid down for the students that were too slow, as everyone sits down to enjoy the food. When the food’s gone—Iida, Izuku and Bakugo eat thirds—Denki rushes back to the house with Kyoka to get her hero boots—for music, of course—and chatter ensues.
Mostly about you and Bakugo.
Go figure.
“Come for a walk.” Bakugo holds his hand out for you to take, and you grab it. Then you’re slipping off your sandals and walking along the edge of the water, bathed by the last light of the barely there sun.
You chuckle, he glances down at you, brow arched in a silent ‘what?’. “You really like me.” You laugh, poking him in the stomach. “How embarrassing!”
“Wow.” He rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide the ghost of a smirk on his face. “Really mature.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask, watching as the water runs up to cover your feet, sand tickling the tops of them.
“Doesn’t fucking matter.” He grumbles, looks up at the stars.
“Katsuki,” You smile, testing his name on your lips as you turn to him, cover your joined hands with your free one. “Kiss me.” You demand gently, propping up on your tippy toes, and licking your lips.
He doesn’t reply, just covers your mouth with his, presses a hand to the back of your neck. You drop his hands and run your fingers through his hair, hum against his lips as his other hand dips under your jacket and runs up your back.
With a surprising push, you tumble the both of you down onto the sand, laughing. You’re straddling him, running your hands down his torso, lips on his throat as he reaches for the lip of your zipper, runs it all the way down until your jacket’s open.
He breathes your name and you stop, push back to meet his eyes. “I, uh,” he starts, staring up at you; he pushes some hair from your face and runs his thumb along your wet bottom lip. “I’m not just… second best, right?” He says it so softly, you’re not sure it’d even come out of his mouth.
“No.” You frown. What? “No way.” You’re torn between being sad for him—it’d take a lot for him to ask—and being offended that he felt you’re ingenuine.
“Fuck, it’s just,” he breathes, drags his hand down his face. “I’m not used to this, and I’ve wanted you for a really fucking long time, so…”
“It’s okay,” You mumble, lean down to kiss his forehead. “I’m here.” His nose. “Touch me.” His lips. You look into his eyes for a brief moment, then his kissing you hungrily, hands in your hair, leaving you breathless.
+
“Okay you two, that’s enough!” Mina yells. You take your lips from Bakugo’s neck and sit up, send her a glare that she probably can’t see. The sun’s completely gone now, moon high up in the sky surrounded by the kind of stars you can only see out by the countryside. It’s nothing like being in the deep smog of the city.
Bakugo gropes your butt over your swimmers. “I’m not done.” He grumbles lowly. You laugh down at him, pinch one of his pretty pink nipples. “Oi—”
“Come on!” She yells, closer. “Geez, I can’t believe I’ve gotta find out about you two from Denki. Denki! I thought we were friends.” She rants, closer. You hop off of Bakugo, dust the sand from your knees and calves.
“I’m sorry, it’s kind of a sudden thing—”
“Why the fuck are you screaming at us to come back?” Bakugo snaps, turning his back to Mina, adjusting his… oh. You laugh and link arms with her, hold your hand out for him to take when he’s ready—which he does. It’s nice to hold his hand. Good to just be touching him.
“We’re about to light the bonfire, and y’know, who better to do it?” Mina sighs, leaning her head against your shoulder.
“Uh, Shouto?” You snort.
“Don’t know where he is. He took off with Momo and they’re not on the beach; Tsu said not to bother with looking for them.” She shrugs as the three of you trudge up the beach, through the soft, dry sand.
“Couldn’t have pretended you couldn’t see us, though? Fucking figures.” Bakugo mumbles, and you squeeze his hand, send him a smile over your shoulder.
“Shut up, stop being such an asshole.” Mina grumbles. A few of your friends cheer upon your arrival.
“Fire time!” Denki announces, bouncing up from the log he was perched by Kyoka on. “Okay, Fire Princess, light us up!” He does a jiggy dance, points dramatically at the fire. Mina jogs over to sit next to Toru, and Bakugo rests his chin on your shoulder.
“C’mon, Fire Princess, we’ve got things to do.” He whispers in your ear.
“Are you ‘things’?” You laugh, raise an eyebrow at him.
“Maybe.” He shrugs. You laugh and shake him off, move closer to the huge mound of logs and sticks and kindling, crouch at the base. Generally, you’d use your hands to shoot the fire, but you’d been training on something you called ‘dragon technique’ lately, and—if it didn’t get out of control—it’d look really fucking sick.
You pick a spot right at the centre of the base, between the logs and sticks, and—like blowing out a candle—you purse your lips and blow, the flames hitting their target with ease. Your friends cheer, and you shoot a look back at Bakugo as you tuck some hair behind your ear.
Like any normal fire without petrol, it takes a while to grow in size, but it doesn’t matter. Bakugo lays his towel out and you drape yourself between his legs, both of you watching the fire grow —and Ochako and Mina dancing in front of it—as Kyoka plays some pop/rock song that she’s been ‘totally obsessed with lately’ from her boots.
“Here!” Kirishima grins, throws you both a drink. You sit up to catch yours, the other one whooshes past your head and into Bakugo’s hand.
It’s beer.
“I don’t know if you drinking is the best idea.” Bakugo says lowly in your ear, reaching over to pluck it out of your hands. “Remember last time?”
“Last time?” Eijiro butts in, looking at you quizzically.
“Ah, don’t worry about it, boring story.” You laugh, toss a look over your shoulder at Bakugo, who’s drinking your beer, Adam’s apple bobbing.
You glance around and find Momo sitting with Mineta and Tokoyami, beers in their hands, no Shouto in sight, which is strange until,
“Can I have a word?” You look up and see Shouto, standing over you and Bakugo. God, he’s so fucking quiet, like a ninja. You feel Bakugo tense behind you, so you pinch his thigh.
“Yeah, of course.” You smile, moving to get up. Before you’re at full height, Bakugo grabs your jacket, pulls you down by the collar to plant a kiss on your lips.
He doesn’t say anything, but you can see the pleading look in his eyes; it shoots into your heart like an arrow.
“Be right back.” You smile, trying to reassure him, then you ruffle his hair and follow after Shouto, who must have walked off the moment Bakugo kissed you.
It’s quiet, besides the music thumping in the background. Serene.
“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, looking up at the moon. You follow his line of sight, take in the glowing orb, shadowy craters scattering its surface. When you don’t say anything, he elaborates. “I didn’t think of your feelings, or Momo’s. I can…” He takes a breath, huffs a sigh. “I can tell you like him, and he can’t keep his hands off of you, so—”
“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you’re making it weird.” You laugh, the weight of the past few days falling off of your shoulders. It's embarrassing how a few simple words could completely diffuse the situation.
“Bakugo seems to really like you, but if he ever hurts you, I’ll kill him.” He says seriously, stopping in his tracks, looking down at you.
“I think I’ll be okay, Shouto.” You smile. You hold out your arms for a hug, but when he steps closer, there’s a loud whistle.
You both look to see Bakugo watching, arms crossed over his chest. “TWO FUCKING FEET APART!” He yells, Kirishima chuckles into a fist next to him.
Shouto retracts his step, shakes his head with a smile. “As long as you don’t hate me.” He rests a hand on top of your head, smiles and takes it off.
“I don’t think I could, to be honest.” You beam up at him. And it’s the truth, he’d always hold a special place in your heart: the first love, the best friend. “C’mon, you need to go thank your girlfriend for making you a better person.” You nod towards the group, see Bakugo sit back on the towel in the distance.
“True, true.” He runs a hand through his hair, turns and begins walking you back to the group. “So, you’ll keep training with me?” He asks, almost a mumble.
“I… I hadn’t thought about stopping that, Shouto.” You say, brows furrowed. You usually spend holidays with the Todoroki’s, with your parents generally gone during them. Gone almost always.
Last year, you even spent Christmas with them.
Endeavour even called you the morning of your birthday.
“Good. Endeavour would be… disappointed.” He says slowly, flicking his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head.
You snort. “You mean, I wouldn’t be the buffer?” Endeavour treats you well to impress his youngest son; you know this, he knows this, his siblings know this. You elbow him. “I’m not stupid, Shouto.”
“Sorry.” He chuckles nervously, mildly ashamed. “I mean… thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Okay.” He smiles as you walk back up to Bakugo and Kirishima. “Have a good night.” He calls, gives you one last smile, then scans the group for Momo, heads to her.
The sand crushes beneath your feet, gets between your toes. “Hey,” you call with a smile. Bakugo downs the rest of his beer and smashes the can, tosses it beside another one—also reduced to a misshapen tin ball. “Whoa, slow down, sexy; the night is still young.” You laugh, plant yourself in his lap.
“What, you’re not running off into the sunset with the man of your dreams?” He asks gruffly, signature scowl on his face.
You know he means Shouto, but you wrap your arms around Bakugo’s neck regardless. “No, I’m sitting on his lap while he makes listless accusations.”
“Ooh, big words.” His eyebrows disappear into his hairline, hands grab at your naked thighs.
“Big words for a big girl.” You grin back proudly, leaning up to press your lips to his. “Your girl, Mr I-Need-Constant-Validation.” Your hands sprawl over his chest, feeling the hard muscle, as his face flushes pink and he pouts.
“That’s not true.” He scoffs. You laugh and kiss him again, and Kirishima clears his throat. You pull away, embarrassed, and look over to him.
“Just want you to know that I’m still here.” He chuckles bashfully, flashing his razor-sharp teeth at you in a grin.
“Sorry—”
“Maybe you should leave then, idiot.” Bakugo snaps at him, eyes still on you.
“Mean.” You pout. “He’s your bestie.”
“I don’t see yours hovering around.” He says against your lips.
“I’m still here.” He groans, and you kiss again. “Alright, consider me gone.” He shakes his head with a slight laugh, springs up from his spot on the sand, mutters something as he walks away.
Bakugo actually laughs, and it’s so smooth and reassuring that you lean in for another kiss, drape yourself all over him. “I think… we need to ditch this party.” He whispers.
You agree, but deep down you know bonding with the group is important, especially now with graduation looming overhead. “The party just started! And Aizawa got us beer.”
“And vodka.” Kyoka announces her arrival, Bakugo groans. “Hey to you too, asshat.” She smiles, joins you on the towel, hands you a can.
“Thanks.” You smile.
Bakugo lifts you from his lap, places you easily next to Kyoka. “I’ll go get my own drink.” He says, sends your friend a glare, and trudges off.
“I know Denki’s an idiot, but that guy? Hard work.” She laughs, takes a sip. “Probably cranky because he’s up past his bedtime.”
You laugh, watch him as he approaches Momo and Shouto. “Ah, he puts up a front. Once you get past his hard exterior, he’s a softie.” You smile, turning back to her. She snorts. “He is!”
“Oh god, you really like him. Like, a lot.” She accuses, whacking your shoulder.
Yeah. Yeah, you do. It’s kinda scary, and Aizawa’s words ring back through your mind.
“Do you and Denki know what you’re doing after UA?” You ask, changing the subject, curious about what they’d discussed. As a couple.
“Hm? Ah, every time I bring it up, he gets upset.” She sighs, shakes her head.
“Really?” You take your first sip of the vodka, cringe at the sweetness as it hits your tongue.
“Mm.” She nods, lays down and rests her head on your lap. “We had another argument about it when we went back to camp to get my boots.” You smile sympathetically down at her, dust her bangs from her forehead with your fingers. “I actually have a lot of offers, mostly spy work, but still. He… he’s upset about it. Doesn’t want me to go too far.”
“That’s sweet, isn’t it? You sound annoyed.”
“I am annoyed.” She frowns, tries to drink from her can laying down, but it dribbles from the side of her mouth, down your thigh, and you squeak, jolt at the cold.
“Shit!” You yelp, and she chokes on her drink as she laughs, and more splutters over your lap and your jacket as she struggles to sit up. “Kyoka!”
“I’m sorry!” She laughs, wipes tears from her eyes and vodka from her mouth.
“Get up, we’re going in the water.” You say, standing up, wiping at the rivulets running down your legs.
“Oh, no I’m not. It’s cold as fuck.” She frowns, swats your hands away as you try to grab her.
“Yes, you are! Come on, we’re at a beach!” You argue, stand to unzip your jacket, shrug it from your shoulders and let it fall to the towel. “Get up, Kyoka.” You’re pleading, now, hell-bent on getting in the water.
A low whistle travels through the air, just loud enough for you to hear over the music. You look around and see Mineta sitting on a towel not too far away, staring at you. He winks at you, and you bristle, your eye twitches in annoyance. But before you can chew him out, the menacing presence of your new boyfriend fills the air, and his hands are splaying over your stomach, his red eyes glaring at your pervy classmate.
“You like your eyes in their sockets, asshat?” He asks, just loud enough for Mineta to hear. He pales, swallows, and nods. “Then keep them off my girlfriend.”
It’s in that moment that you decide Bakugo’s scarier when he doesn’t swear. Its menacing, bone-chilling.
He reaches down for your jacket, kisses your lips on his way back up to standing. “Let’s get outta here.”
“But—”
“Gotta clean you up, don’t we?” He asks huskily, and there’s a glint in his eye that makes your heart stammer, sends your brain into overdrive.
“Y-yeah, we do.”
“Okay, goodbye, have fun getting freaky.” Kyoka says quickly, and you poke your tongue at her, before you’re walking away under his arm, heading towards the forest.
“Hot spring?” You ask, glancing up at him.
“If we make it there.” He grins.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You narrow your eyes playfully, and he shrugs innocently as he takes you away from the forest path. “Bakugo,” you laugh. “Where are you taking me?”
“Just here, against this tree.” He grunts, swinging you around until you’re—laughing— backed up against the trunk of a thick redwood.
“What’s that even mean—” you ask, but he drops to his knees in front of you, and your whole body goes hot. The moon shines brightly through the canopy of the trees, bathing Bakugo in a kind of angelic glow, so incredibly unlike him. How ironic. He licks his lips as his hands reach for the backs of your knees, edges his mouth closer to your sticky thighs. “N—Baku—”
“Shh,” he coos softly, dark eyes staring up at you as you dig your fingers into the bark of the tree, suck your bottom lip between your teeth. His lips ghost over one of your knees and he trails slow—painfully slow—wet kisses up your thigh, licking over the sticky residue left over from Kyoka’s drink.
You manage to keep it relatively together, until a hand goes to your hip, and he licks up so close to the apex of your thighs that you moan, and he growls, hands gripping you tighter.
“Gonna make you feel good.” He promises, voice rough and gravelly as he looks up at you, nose running up your clothed slit.
“Bakugo!” You jolt, but he doesn’t stop, replaces his nose with his lips, tongue. He pulls your hips closer to his face, tongue running along the nylon, drenching it, making it stick to your lips. Then a hand is gone from your hip, and your swimmers are pulled to the side, and his lips kiss your pussy, tongue licks a stripe up your folds, and your fingernails are digging into his scalp as your head thunks against the tree, eyes screwed shut because, “Fuck,” you breathe, gasping.
You can hear him growl, feel the vibration against your clit as he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks.
You barely muffle your cry, as pleasure runs hot through your bones and you go spineless, collapsing into his arms. He doesn’t give you much time to recover, kissing you hard, slippery tongue between your teeth coaxing more moans from you, revving you back up again.
His fingers rub you gently between your thighs, toying with the wetness. “I think we made a bigger mess.”
“Ugh, shut up.” You groan, embarrassed, and he licks his lips before capturing yours again in another hungry kiss. You’re pulled onto his lap, straddling him, and rubs you more surely, teases you with a finger. “Do it,” you urge him, breathless yet again, and he wastes no time
“So wet, baby.” He moans, jerking his hips up with his finger’s thrusts, kissing your cheek, then your neck. Your head falls back, the now familiar pleasure building as he adds another finger.
“Let me… I’ll do you, too.” You breathe heavily, grabbing at the strings of his board shorts, ripping the Velcro open.
When you finally have him in your hands, he groans against your mouth, and you pull away from him to spit on your hand, before giving him a few wet pumps and kissing him again.
“You…” you breathe, and he looks at you, slows his fingers. “Do you want to pu—”
“No,” he chuckles, uses his free hand to push the hair from your face. “Not here.”
“Are you sure, because I—” he kisses you quiet, pushes a third finger into you, and your head falls to his shoulder, whole body on edge again. “Ahh, f—feels good, Katsuki.” You breathe, and he bucks up into your hand, reminding you to do him, too.
“Say it again.” He growls, licks a stripe up your neck, nips at your ear. “My name,” he breathes.
You moan, his fingers hitting that spot again, and again, and again—“Katsu—” and you’re coming again, back arching, whole body going tight, stars spinning behind your eyes as his face nuzzles your chest.
He pulls himself out of your hand, ready to finish himself off, but you’re hungry for him already, pushing him back, taking him between your lips for the second time that day.
He’s groaning—a salty, musky mess—and it makes your head spin, gives you a power you never even dreamed you’d have. You look up at him through your lashes, see his dark eyes drinking you in. He reaches down and pulls your bikini up—breasts springing free—and gropes at your tits, closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the grass in bliss.
You grip a thigh, hold him down with a splayed hand over his chiselled abs, and take him deep once, twice, three times, before coming up for air, eyes watering. He grunts, pushes back up into you, and you do it again. His hands are in your hair, holding you down as he calls your name, and he cums hot and heavy down your throat, cock pulsating between your lips.
You swallow all of him.
“Ah, s-sorry,” he breathes heavily, sitting up to check on you, pushing your hair from your face, and holding you like you’re made of glass.
“Mmm… Hold me,” you smile blissfully, fall against his chest as he chuckles, kisses your hair. “This’d be better in a bed. We could just… fall asleep.” He hums in response, traces patterns on your back, tickling the skin.
“Do you wanna go back to the party?”
“Won't that be… suspicious?” You smile up at him. He kisses you, holds your face with both of his hands, rubs his thumbs along your cheeks.
He’s stirring it back up within you, conditioning you to want him after every deep, sensual kiss. He pulls back, breathless.
“You think I give a fuck what those extras think?” He says, tone betraying the almost grin on his face. You roll our eyes, push away from him and stand up.
“Come on, then.” You whine, fix your bikini top, then the bottoms.
“Babe, you look so good; come back down here.” He bites his bottom lip, and it’s so sexy that your eyes go wide, face blazing as you take him in: half-naked, cock out, sweaty, flushed.
“If I come back down there to you, I’m making you fuck me, so let’s just go.” You cross your arms, pick up your jacket, and turn, heading towards the fire.
“Oi, I said come back here!” He calls, fixing himself up, and following. You break into a run, and you’re laughing as he chases you, dodging trees until you’re on the beach. He’s hot on your heels, so you drop your jacket, make a sprint for the water. “Come here!” He’s yelling, but you’re still laughing as you enter the freezing water, fall against a wave.
When you come back up, he grabs you, pulls you onto his lap and kisses you gently. His hair is wet, flat against his head, and he shakes it out, attempts to fluff it back up.
“Gotcha.” He grins, and you kiss him again, bathed by moonlight, your fingernails in his hair, his hands on your back.
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☾ “Paint me the Moon“ - Larry Johnson
prompt: It’s your seventeenth birthday, and Larry wants to give you a gift
warnings: none ! pure fluff ♥︎
word count: 1.6K
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A gentle plume of smoke spilled from your lips as you leaned further back into the couch. After a full day of partying with Ashley, Sal, and Larry, you four finally got to unwind at your apartment. Sadly, your parents were still gone due to business— promising to make up for it once they returned. Just another common occurrence, but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to have everyone over to just hang out anyways.
You took another drag of your blunt before speaking, “Being seventeen is great and all, but it’s just another year of high school.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a lax smile. You heard Ash and Larry chuckle, and Larry crossed his legs over your lap.
“Just drop out, dumbass. You could always do pole dancing like you joke around abo—“ Larry couldn’t even finish his sentence before you threw a decorative pillow at his face.
“Come on, you know those are jokes. Kinda. Maybe.” You kept changing your words and passed the rest of your joint to Sal, who sat quietly on the ottoman. He was more talkative earlier, but it was getting late and it had been a long day.
As if on queue, Ashley stood from the floor and stretched, a small crack coming from her back. You hadn’t noticed, but she shot Sally a look as if indicating some secret message. “Well, I dunno about you guys, but I’m beat.” She talked as she picked up a bit of the mess, which wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sal stood up as well and ran his hair through his blue locks.
“Same, and I gotta feed Gizmo. When we stopped at my apartment my dad was out, so I can only assume he still is.” His voice was slightly muffled by his prosthetic as he spoke, and he trudged over to where you sat. Sal grabbed your hands and pulled you up into a tight hug. He wished you happy birthday for the millionth time, telling you how grateful he was for you and that he wanted you to trip and eat grass (you had shoved him earlier at the lake and he nearly did the same).
You laughed and pulled away from his arms and was quickly met by Ashley’s embrace, where she nearly squished the life from your frame, spouting quick words of ‘I love you so much’ and ‘happy birthday’. Ash planted a quick kiss on your cheek and looked at Larry, who still sat on the couch lazily. Soon after, it was just you and Larry at your apartment. It wasn’t uncommon by any means— almost every other time all four of you hung out, Larry stayed behind to keep you company. Or you two would simply hang out with each other when the other two were busy.
You nestled back to your spot on the couch and put your own legs above Larry this time, his large palm resting on top of your shin. You could’ve sworn that for a split second, Larry ran his thumb back and forth, but you had smoked a little so you ignored it. But what really threw you off was that he was just… staring. His brown eyes reached into your soul, at least that’s what it felt like. After what felt like an hour, he chuckled and leaned his head back against the headrest.
“Sorry I had spaced out, I was just thinking.”
“You? Think? I don’t think so.” Your laugh was cut short as he pinched your ankle, making you squeal and flinch. “Sorry, sorry! It was too good to pass up. And you definitely set yourself up for that one.”
Larry rolled his eyes and sighed with a soft smile on his face. He almost looked ethereal in the dimly lit room, and you had to shake yourself mentally to avoid staring… again. “I was going to give you a little something for your big day, but maybe you don’t want it after all.” He admitted with a shrug and a simple tilt of his head.
“What?! C’mon, now I’m curious! You never give gifts, so please? I’ll be super nice this time!” You pleaded with him, but the grin on your face contradicted your words. Your hands mimicked a praying motion as you sat up on the couch. your mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what he could’ve brought. Whatever it was, you were bound to cherish it forever and you knew you were going to write this moment down in your journal later.
Larry stood up from the cushions and pulled his long hair into a loose bun that hung at the nape of his neck. “You better behave then. And close your eyes, y/n. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we now?”
You immediately complied and placed your hands over your eyes. All you could do was listen as he shuffled around the room, but you knew it was pointless. A comfortable silence filled the room, until Larry broke it with a heavy exhale. “Alright, I guess you can take a look now.”
“You guess? What do you…” You trailed off as you removed your hands, ad you were met face-to-face with the most gorgeous portrait of yourself. Your eyes scanned and admired every minuscule detail, from the way your hair had clung to your skin to the wrinkles of your smile. Not a single word escaped your tongue.
Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks unbeknownst to you as you turned to Larry, who looked anxious to his core. His hands opened and closed as he waited for something, anything— He wanted you to hurry and tell him that you hated it, or that he got your face wrong. God, this was making his heart pound like crazy.
Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping upwards to meet your gaze.
“Larry… it’s beautiful. I— God, I don’t even know what to say, I…” Your eyes flickered between the painting and the man in front of you.
Larry rubbed the back of his neck and shoved his other hand in his pocket. “Maybe a thank you would work for now?” He chuckled breathlessly and a weight was immediately lifted off his shoulders. But for him, he had one more thing planned out for you. A laugh escaped from your mouth as you wiped the salty tears from your cheeks, shaking your head to try and collect yourself.
The next thing Larry knew, you were wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. His brain stopped for a moment, any witty comments flying from his thoughts. Without too much waiting, you felt his arms slide around your waist. “I’m glad you like it y/n. I was actually pretty fucking nervous to give it to you.” Larry chuckled in your ear and pulled away just enough to see your face.
You quirked your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side in confusion. Normally Larry wouldn’t have any problem showing you his work. Every time he finished a piece he would invite you over to see it. “Why would you be nervous about it? It’s one of the most beautiful paintings I’ve ever seen from you.” You questioned him innocently, the evident curious tone taking place in your voice.
Larry’s gaze flickered away from yours for a brief moment, “That’s where the second part of my ‘gift’ comes in. That’s really the reason I’m nervous.” He explained with a deep exhale. You couldn’t help but notice how tense he suddenly felt.
“Y/n…. I know I’m not the best person around, that much is obvious. But… can I have the honor of being your boyfriend?” His cheeks flared pink at his quickly spoken question. Both of you sat in a shocked silence but what else were you supposed to do?
Larry couldn’t believe he had actually worked up the guts to ask, and you? You yet again found yourself staring at him with a slacked jaw. Your own cheeks burnt, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that he asked to be your boyfriend. Emotions ran through your body, but the most prominent of them was the sheer and utter joy of it all. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have a crush on Larry, but you always thought it was a hopeless case. But everything is different now. “Are you being serious? Like, this isn’t a joke?”
Larry simply shook his head with a sheepish look plastered on his slender face. Were you that repulsed by the idea of dating him?
You shrieked and found yourself hugged him so hard that he nearly stumbled backwards onto the couch. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe this is actually happening right now!” You giggled and bounced on your toes, your hold on his body never once loosening. Every other gift paled in comparison (except for the painting, that was definitely the second favorite) to his words. “Fuck, I just wanna kiss you right now!” Your eyes widened at your own words and you blankly gazed at him to await his reaction.
Larry’s hands ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. They stopped to cup your face, his own smile sending butterflies straight to your stomach. “Well, I am your boyfriend now. Go crazy. Please.” Larry whispered the last phrase and you couldn’t even stop yourself from kissing him senseless.
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author’s note: PLEASE I actually love Larry so much it makes my head hurt. I was going to make it a little longer but it didn’t happen🗿
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So Much For You
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Resume: Eddie has been uncomfortable with the amount of PDA he would get from Y/N, and things go south when she gets extra needy out of nowhere.
Word Count: 1891
Warnings: angst, a bit of language, miscommunication, mean Eddie, SFW
A/N: English is not my first language and this is my first fic, so I would be thankful for constrictive critics. This was also published on Wattpad, so if you saw it there, it's probably me :) (@/makeitrhyme)
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Eddie meet Y/N when she got in her first year of high school, he saw the quiet girl entering the cafeteria and proceeding to sit alone and couldn't have any of that. He was her first friend in Hawkins High and introduced her to all of his friends.
They got along great, and that made her happy, she was new in town and didn't really knew anyone. Through the years, she got a certain popularity after getting into the cheer squad, but that didn't change her relationship with the boys. Although now she knew a lot o people, she stuck to her first friends group. Later, her list of friends expanded to Steve, Robin, Jonathan and Nancy, after getting got up in the Upside Down mess in the summer she worked on Scoop's Ahoy.
Y/N pinned over Eddie since day one, but never made the move, she thought that he was intimidating with that blatant honesty of his. They only became a couple a few months after Y/N and her former girlfriend broke up.
Eddie didn't realize his feelings until he was burning with rage and jealousy seeing her being someone else's. When she and Layla broke up, he took some time to pic up her pieces like the good friend he was, but the minute he felt she could be open to love again, he tried his shoot.
And it did pay off. Now, they're we're just four months away from graduating together and have been in a relationship for six months.
Eddie wasn't really good at expressing or even understanding his own feelings, between the lack of love of his parents, and the cruel treatment he would get outside his trailer, there wasn't a way of understanding what affection means, how it shows itself, how to take it, and mostly, how to give it back.
Wayne was an amazing uncle, but he himself didn't have that much affection growing up and didn't know how to pass it to his nephew, this was a lesson he couldn't teach Eddie, even though he wanted it dearly.
Y/N was Hawkins resident sweetheart, everybody who knew her, loved her, and those who didn't, couldn't bring themselves to dislike her either. She was completely smitten with Eddie and did everything possible to make him as happy as she could.
Her love language is touch, she will get overwhelmed when someone she doesn't know do as much as brush her arms, but will absolutely have to be touching someone she loves anytime she could, even if it would be just touching thighs when sitting together.
Her ex always told her how tiring was to have Y/N all over her all the time, and how she was too much to deal with. So, when she fell for Eddie, she became very aware of how touchy she could be, and tried to hold that part of herself back.
Eddie, however, knew about her past relationship, and the insecurities her toxic ex have planted in her mind, most of them about the way she acts for being neurodivergent. He reassured her that he loved her for who she is, all of her, and said that she was free to be herself around him.
But now, he kinda regretted part of that. He didn't have a problem with the way she barely could maintain eye contact to save her life, or how exhausted she would be for anything after a whole day of masking the signs of her autism, or how they could never have a conversation when they were at his gigs or at parties because she couldn't handle to have any conversation with that much cacophony. But God, did he have a problem with the PDA.
The only thing he didn't know how to handle was the amount of attention she pours onto him. He feels overwhelmed, the lingering touches make his skin burn, and his mind gets foggy, leaving his thoughts a mess.
It bothers him, how he can't think straight when she's so near him, and the feeling that something is still missing leaves him restless. Eddie doesn't know how to suppress those feelings, or how to indulge to them, leaving him lost, and for so, distressed.
So when he sees her walking up to him in the hallway, a big smile on her face and arms open to hug him, he feels annoyed.
- Hi, babe - she says looking up.
- Hi, gorgeous - He replies, gently removing himself from the hug, missing the way her body deflates.
Y/N it's not oblivious about the way her boyfriend has been getting distant. The way he releases her hands way too fast when walking up to classes, or how he never saves her spot next to him in the cafeteria anymore.
They walk together in the direction of the parking lot, and she chooses to leave a small gap between them, to which Eddie leaves a small relieved sigh.
The couple had a movie night in his trailer scheduled for today, so they headed to the van, Y/N let out a sigh of her own when he doesn't open the door for her.
That night passed by uneventfully, Eddie cuddles her for the movie but that's it, the moment the movie is over, he's driving her back to her place with a small kiss on her lips.
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The day after, Y/N doesn't go to school, and that should have made Eddie worried, but deep down, he feels relieved. On the way home, he thinks about stopping by her house, check-up up on her, but decides against it, selfishly, wanting time for himself. I can call her when I get to the trailer, he thinks.
Except he forgets about it and just remembers when he sees her in the school the next day. She was upset, she didn't show up to school and it was like her boyfriend didn't even notice.
Y/N opted for not saying anything though, she didn't want to fight with Eddie, not feeling well enough for the stress that would come from it. So she just smiled and said it was okay when he lamed apologized.
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After that day, Y/N seemed to want to be clinging to Eddie all of the time. They didn't have time to see each other on the weekends because she got some college stuff to look at that month, and all the other free time she had, she was spending in Eddie's neck, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
So, when they were together in his trailer in one of the many movie nights they were having later, it all comes crashing down.
It started when she brought up plans for the next weekend.
- So, I was thinking, the next weekend it's the only free one I'm going to have until graduation, so I planned a little time together for us, I found a really cool cabin we can go to for the weekend - she says looking at him from her spot on the couch, slightly close to him.
- More than we already do? And you didn't even ask me if I was free? Or if I wanted it? - he snaps at her, and she flinches, not expecting the outburst.
- Well, for the next few months I will have less time to be with you, I thought you would like to, don't know, do something romantic?
- In a fucking cabin!? Doing what?
- There's a lake, boats, it's more like a hotel, a bunch of cool stuff - she says pleading with her eyes, she didn't want to give up the weekend, even with his reaction. She had something important to tell him and planned the weekend to do it. She couldn't let it pass.
- Please, baby - she said getting on his lap - It will be fun, I promise.
Eddie get her out of his lap and started pacing around the room, all becoming too much.
- You can't do that!! Go around making plans without consulting me, taking all of my time! - She was petrified, and he was getting louder by the minute.
- You're always doing it, always on my neck, always on my house. Do you know how long have been since I was able to enjoy my fucking music in this trailer without you rambling around!? I feel like I'm not able to breathe with you around, always touching me! - He pauses for a minute, and she gets up from the couch, trying to get to him, but he walks away from her.
- I can't stand you all over me all the time, it's suffocating, I don't have time for myself. I don't do a fucking thing apart from being your fucking boyfriend, it's exhausting! - He screams, hands in his hair, red-faced and feeling confused, above it all, because he didn't know why he was saying half of those things.
She wanted to scream that this was bullshit, he has his deals, his gigs, his rehearsals with the band, the hellfire, but then she thought... she was in all of those. Of course, she didn't demand attention, but she was there. She thought that it was something that he appreciated, she was used to tagging along with him even when they were just friends. Hell, they have the same group of friends, nothing apart. And even though she knows that it's not her fault, they were in the same groups before they became a couple. She just couldn't help to feel like she was overstepping, becoming too much. He didn't like being my boyfriend anymore?
- Oh... - she says, quietly - I-I guess you're right... - she continues, a confused frown on her face that he wishes he could kiss until it disappears, but he remained in his place - I'm sorry, Eddie. I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't realize... - now the tears started to shine in her eyes, and Eddie´s heart squeezes. - What do you want to do? Do you wanna... break up?
At the sight of the tears streaming down her face, and the sound of her quiet voice asking if he wanted to break up, Eddie finally leaves his trance and walks up to her, holding her face in his hands.
- No, babe, that's not it, I swear to you - he says looking deeply into her eyes - I love you, I really do, it's just... - you don't like the way I love you, she completed in her mind - it's just too much, sometimes...
He regretted saying that the moment it leaves his mouth, but he can see the damage it's already done. He didn't bother to apologize, tho.
- We can work things out - she says cleaning her tears from her face, and stepping out of his hands. He feels his heart drop at the act but says nothing.
They spend the night working on how to go from there, how to take the relationship in a way they both can be comfortable, and they find it.
Eddie sleeps with her in his arms after he apologized for screaming, and feeling with weight less on his back because now things were going to be better.
They opted to cancel that weekend, and she convinces herself that he can be told the news when it becomes necessary. For now, she was going to enjoy being with him for as most as she could.
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Eddie Munson NSFW headcanons
Dom!Top!Male reader + Partially Sub!Top!Male reader.
Part two.
Part three
Part four
Just felt like writing a little thoughts blurb while in the process of writing something bigger.
Cringed at myself in the begging and then just embraced it.
It is mentioned that the reader and Eddie are both in school, but in this scenario, the reader is held off, the same as Eddie.
WOMEN DNI
I know he has a black handkerchief in his left back pocket, okay?? I do too, so someone has to bear with it, and since I am the one writing this, it ain't gonna be me.
He's a kinky rat, I just know it.
Has a thing for hair pulling, both giving and receiving.
Especially, if you pull on his hair while he's giving you head, gets him going.
Adores getting to pull your hair while riding you.
Will never admit it, but he absolutely loves being praised.
Can even be nonsexual, too, still makes him all proud and happy.
But in the bedroom, god, especially if he's doing you a favour, just tell him what a good boy he is and how he's doing a good job, it will triple on his desire to please you.
You can just tell him how much you like the noises he makes, the expressions on his face, it will make him double as horny as he was before.
Talk about noises, the loudest bitch ever.
This has to do with both: him kinda getting off to the idea of everyone within two mile radius knowing his s/o is making him feel good, and the fact that it's just how he is naturally.
Also, he does like the idea of you forcefully silencing him with whatever: a cloth, your hand, your mouth, your dick.
I also hc Eddie having a roleplay kink.
It could be anything honestly: D&D themed with your characters if you play (which, if we're being honest, he probably forced you to) or just random scenarios.
But he does give out his preference to fantasy themed roleplay.
Eddie has a big exhibition kink, and also loves the idea of being caught with you in a school bathroom or wherever.
Wherever, is because man has the biggest libido ever, it can just randomly get to him sometimes, and he'll start dropping pretty obvious hints, not caring about where are you two and what are you doing.
"Just take me in the bathroom stall, god, I'm so horny right now."
He'll throw notes with something like this, or whisper it in your ear, before excusing himself to the bathroom during the lesson, expecting you to tag along.
And you do, because in all honesty, you're as horny as he is.
Also, have you seen those handcuffs in the scene in his room?
Yeah, he is 100% using him on both of you, too.
There's something about being restrained and helpless, completely at your mercy that gets him thrilled.
If you combine that with a blindfold? Death. Death of hormones.
But, if he's feeling a little more confident than usually, you're getting cuffed to the bed, as he rides you into next week.
When he's domming, he mostly returns whatever you did to him when you were.
So expect a lot of panting and moaning in your ear about how big you are and how good it feels.
If we're going with a dirty secret here, he used to jerk off to the scent of your clothes, any clothes, could it be your average everyday t-shirt you couldn't find after p.e practice, or something you forgot at his house while staying over.
He also really loves, and I mean really, to the point it's embarrassing, loves the idea of you just going full berserk on him, using him as you please, not caring about himself.
He loves when you're caring and nice, but sometimes, he just wishes you were far more rude and rough. Though, I doubt he'll ever tell you that.
Until maybe? You'll find out yourself? Future work foreshadowing? Who knows?
High sex is also a thing that's happening a lot.
At those moments, he just feels like he's on top of the world, the funny feeling of extasy the drug gives him, paired with sex with you, which always gets him going, is godly.
Overall, he's enjoying being your partner a lot. Just a lot of mutual pleasing here.
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JM | The Cave Dweller
word count: 8.9k
Summary: It started out as a curiosity, then you met a being that took up your interest altogether. You’ve always been the type of person to comfort those who are lonely, you just didn’t expect your new found friend to be a cave monster. A monster that teaches you tricks of magic, and you eventually teach him your own dirty tricks.
Pairing: Cave Monster!Jimin x Human!Reader
Genre: supernatural!au, magic!au, curse!au, smut, some fluff
Rating: 18+
Warnings: lonely Jimin, mean Jimin (at first), curious reader, to curious for her own good, touch starved Jimin, curses, mutual growth of feelings, first kiss, past masturbation mentioned, first hand job, reader basically teaches Jimin about sex, blow jobs, monster Jimin turns into a mess, reader is such a minx!
A/N: I don’t know if it’s just because Halloween is coming, but all my fic ideas have been about monsters. I’m kinda liking it ,though, so we’re gonna stick with it LOL. ALSO! Major PSA to everyone reading… do not do this! Do not go exploring unknown caves, especially alone, and on top of that places that have “do not enter” signs on it. This is all fiction, and you will not find a sexy goblin Jimin inside.
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“Curiosity killed the cat, you know,” Your anxious friend Hoseok says through the phone.
You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you through the cellular device that’s currently pressed against your ear by your shoulder. Shoving the rest of your hiking gear into your bag and zipping it closed.
“Yeah, but satisfaction brought it back.” You smile at your own witty come back, and you hear Hoseok chuckle through the phone, although it doesn’t sound as cheerful as he usually sounds.
“That was a good one, but seriously Y/n. There’s ‘do not enter’ signs there for a reason.” You throw your backpack over your shoulder, somehow keeping the phone near your ear as you do so. Walking out the door to set out for your hike that you and Hoseok are currently arguing about.
You’re a pretty advocate hiker, but you’ve always felt the extra thrill going through caves. Something about the dark surroundings gets your adrenaline pumping, and just as you said to your friend through the phone, any “haunted” caves or houses always ended up as empty as the rumor itself.
Those places always have the stupidest of backstories too. How someone was killed in 1802 and now haunts the grounds, or how there’s a mass grave of murder victims from the 70s.
The cave you decided to travel to this time, it’s rumors were a little different. Saying how there’s a monster cave dweller that kills and eats anyone that enters his home.
Yeah… I call bullshit!
“It’s all bullshit, Hoseok. I’ve never visited a quote on quote ‘haunted’ cave that was actually haunted,” You say to your friend through the phone, unbelieving all the stories unlike your friend.
“But what about all the sightings?”
You take the phone away from your ear, and look up to the sky to frantically mouth the words oh my god. You could tell Hoseok a witch lived underneath our old high school, and he would believe you even though he went there for four straight years. Hoseok was too easy to fool for his own good, but he was also one of your closest friends. Not many people liked you very much, and that has a lot to do with your adventures personality.
While most people your age went to malls and bars on a Friday night, you set up a whole game plan to hike up a mountain and find the cave that has so many people in the town near by spooked. All because someone allegedly “saw something move” in the cave for 30 feet away. Besides being spooked, though, you set up a whole travel schedule for the summer surrounding this one trip.
“Dude, chill out. If you’re talking about the sighting from over a month ago, I almost promise you that guy was drunk. Even if, it was probably just a mountain lion.”
“A mountain lion! That’s even worse!”
You can’t help but laugh this time. Chuckling into the phone, but still keeping your eyes ahead of you, so you don’t accidentally trip and fall on some rock.
“I’ll be fine, Hoseok. I’ll even keep you on the phone with me the entire-“
Beep. Beep.
And… your phone lost signal. Figures. It’s then you realize you’ve traveled way farther up your path then you thought you did. Long legs and all, I guess.
You shrug to yourself, and pocket your phone. Even though you know your friend is probably freaking out right now that your phone call just dropped, you know you’ll be okay. You’ve been hiking and cave exploring many times by yourself. You tried to convince him to come with you, after all, but just like every other time you asked Hoseok to join you, he gave you the same excuse.
Girlfriend.
You’re starting to think this girlfriend is fake because you’ve never even met the girl. She also only pops up in his plans when you ask him to go exploring with you. Whatever. Not something you want to think about while you’re in this peaceful wilderness.
You brush your hand across a bush as you continue your path up the steep mountain. Taking in the beautiful surroundings, and filling your lungs with the fresh air. You’ve always love the outdoors. Ever since you were little and your parents brought you camping for the first time. It wasn’t until you turned twelve when your dad brought you on one of your hiking trails, and then you were hocked on traveling every piece of land you could.
Currently, your in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. You traveled all this way to visit the cave that caught the attention of some gullible people on Twitter - your friend included - and now you’re here to explore. Unlike most people that explore these types of things, your not here to hunt monsters or even debunk the rumor. Truthfully, you just love exploring new places. And although it’s claimed to be haunted, so much so that they plastered ‘do not enter’ signs all over the entrance, you still found the need in your heart to go and explore it.
By the time you got to the cave itself, you drank half a bottle of water and the sun was nearly set. You having to rely on your flashlight for light now.
I know what your thinking. What is a girl like me doing alone in the woods? Isn’t that the start to like every horror story ever?! Well, yes, but you’ve been to enough places in the past 8 years to survive the wilderness. Especially a wilderness that you saw a flowing stream of fresh water a mile back down the mountain.
You point the flashlight inside the cave, and the first thing you see is the ‘do not enter’ sign. You roll your eyes at it, hoist your backpack higher up your back, then enter the cave.
Even with all its rumors, no one ever said how beautiful the cave was. You actually gasped when you realized your flashlight lit up the entire cave. Blue crystals littering the caves surface, and making it look like everything around you is sparkling.
You’re in awe of it all. So in awe, that when a rock falls from behind you, it makes you jump in surprise. You turn around, seeing nothing but the curved end of the cave that’s in the direction of the entrance. You shrug your shoulders, playing it off as just a loose rock, then travel further into the cave.
Everything is still sparkling around you. Even though your above a half a mile deep into the cave now, it’s like your still outside. The flashlight helping tremendously.
Your flashlight starts to flicker, though, and you think it’s time to bring out your spare, but after hitting it a few times with your hand it flashes clearly again. When you point it back at the wall, you see something curious on it. You lean in close to the wall of the cave, seeing there’s some scratch marks there and you think at first it’s writing. You run your fingers over the sharp lines, and realize it is, in fact, scratch marks.
That knowledge makes you shiver, but you play it off as just a wild animal. It’s then, while you’re still looking at the scratches on the wall, that you hear movement from behind you. You spin your entire body around toward the direction of the sound, already pulling out your knife in your backpacks outer pocket.
When you see nothing there, you call out, “Who’s there?”
But no one answers, but the echo of your own voice. And out of all times, your flash light starts to flicker again. It flickers and flickers, and at the last flicker you see some black hair peaking out from behind one of the rocks before the flashlight completely gives out. You rush to get out your spare flashlight, your nerves taking over and making you take it out at lightening speed to the point you drop the other one somewhere on the ground.
You press the on button of your new flashlight, and point it at the rock where you swore you saw something behind it. But when you look over at the rock, nothings there. “Huh,” You say to yourself. “I must be losing my mind.”
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“Mind?”
You scream bloody fucking murder when a thing right next to you speaks. You jump away from it, going towards the other side of the cave to get as far away from it as possible. You point the light at the thing, and you see a creature wearing all black, with black hair to match. It covers its face with its arm, not liking you pointing the light at it, then hisses in your direction. It’s then you see the being has sharp teeth too, with long pointed nails to match.
“Turn that light off!” It demands of you.
“Nah, I’m good,” You say, and then you book it. You run like hell in the direction you came. You get about ten feet away from where you just were before you fall flat on your face. This isn’t one of those horror movie moments where the girl trips on air, though. Something fucking pushes you.
You spin around on the ground, pulling out your knife from your pack and point it at the creature. It’s standing on its legs now, hunched over a bit, above you. It isn’t touching you, but it’s staring down at you like you’re the one that’s scared him half to death.
“D-don’t leave… Please.”
You falter at his words. Actually scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion when the creatures begging hits your ears. Did he just say, please?
“I-I’ve been alone for so long. Please don’t leave me alone again.” The creature then drops too it’s knees, and you blink at it in confusion. He really is begging you to stay.
You swallow past the lump in your throat, still pointing your knife and flash light in it’s direction. The creature blinks up at you from his spot on the ground about a foot away from you, and blinks at the harsh light. He hisses at you again, making you crawl backwards a step.
“N-no! That thing…” It points at your flashlight with one long nail. You look at your flashlight, then back at the cave dweller. You point it away from it’s face, but not to far enough away that you can’t see it in front of you. The sparkles are still around the cave, but that’s only helping so much especially when your currently fearing for your life.
The creature breathes a sigh of relief, and something you didn’t expect crosses it’s face…. It smiles…. Well, he smiles. Now that you have a few seconds to take in his appearance, you know, for a fact, that it is a he. A very dark, sharp toothed, crazy looking he, but still a he.
“I’m sensitive to light,” The cave dweller explains, almost embarrassed. You just nod your head, like this information and formal conversation isn’t the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to you.
“I see that,” You say because you have no idea what else to fricken say in this situation.
The cave dweller then plops on his butt, stretching his feet out in front of himself to the point your feet are almost touching, and continues to smile at you. A moment of silence stretches between you two, and when that moment ends, you’re back to reality. The initial shock of thinking you’re about to die going away.
You cough, awkwardly, then start to get up as you say, “Um… sorry to disturb you in your - home. But I should really get going.”
“What!” The guy jumps up, and you jump with him in surprise. Trying to be a little courteous and not point the light directly in his face again, but still pointing the knife in his direction.
“I-I have people waiting for me. Um… there probably looking for me now, so…” It was a lie, and not a very good one, but by the way the creature suddenly looks sad you can tell he bought it.
You start to walk away, not totally letting your back face him, and you’re stopped by the cave dweller again. “Will you come back tomorrow?”
Your eyes widen with his question. Truthfully, you would rather run as far away from this place as possible, but by the way this creature is giving you puppy dog eyes right now, you almost feel… bad for him?
You’ve always been a sucker for lonely people. Always wanting to comfort them in their time of need. You’ve been lonely all your life, since people claimed to dislike you before they really even got to know you. Thinking back about your earlier brushed off question, you remember that’s how you and Hoseok met. He was the lonely math nerd on the middle school bleachers, and you were the pumped up - equally as alone - band geek sitting next to him.
Sounds like the start to a bad country song, but that’s really how you two met. You both just being alone at the pep rally, and sitting next to each other because no one wanted to sit next to either of you. And that was the start to your beautiful friendship.
Anyway, back to the present. You look at the creatures eyes, and he reminds you of Hoesak in a weird way. The desperation for friendship is written all over the creatures face. Even though you really, really don’t want to make any promises to this weird creature, you blow out a gust of hot air and tell him, “Yes. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
The smile returns to the creature’s face, and even though his shape teeth make him look so menacing, there’s a innocence there. An innocence that your probably the first to see and recognize in him in a long time. 
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The next day, for whatever fucking reason that you can’t even come up with yourself, you go back to the cave. Not before getting an ear full through the phone by your friend first, but as always you ignore his warnings. You should really stop doing that now. Especially after his fears of the extreme were actually fucking accurate for once.
Oh, you got a few “I told you so’s” from him too. You weren’t scared or worried to tell Hoseok about what happened to you. The man believes in aliens and werewolf’s, so you didn’t think twice about him believing you. But after that first interaction with your new cave dweller friend, you might just believe in them too now.
You walk the same path you did yesterday inside the cave, but this time you watch your flashlight shake in your hand. No longer caring about how the cave sparkles when your light hits a crystal just right. Every step you take into the cave makes you stomach churn from nerves. Nothing was actually making you come back today, but you also couldn’t get the creature’s face out of your head. He also wasn’t that creepy looking when you thought back on it later on. At least not in the face. Take away the sharp teeth, and dark as night black voided eyes, you could even say he’s kinda cute.
You chuckle at your own thoughts when you make it to the area you were at yesterday when you met the creature. You spin around, looking for him, then you hit yourself in the head when you realize you did that. You shouldn't be looking for him. You only came back because you felt bad, not because you wanted to add “friend’s with a cave dweller” to your list of summer actives.
Only because you felt it was the right thing to do, and so you call out into the cave, “Hey! Anyone there?” No answer. “It's me from yesterday. I said I would come back, and I did!”
You wait another moment but nothing happens. Not even a movement of rock to make you understand where he is. Maybe you made up the occurrence with cave dweller. Maybe you hit your head on some rocks yesterday and dreamed the whole thing. Although, that wouldn’t explain how you got all the scratches on your legs from rolling around on the ground yesterday.
Either way, you start to turn around and walk back the way you came. Rendering this whole trip as a bust, and really in need to schedule an appointment with a counselor.
“Wait!” You hear the cave dweller screech from behind you, making you stop in your tracks and turn around. Just like yesterday, he's decked out in all black. But unlike yesterday, you find him out of breath and panting. Almost like he just jogged up a mountain to get here.
“Oh - wow - you’re actually real,” Is the first thing you say when you see him.
The creature looks up at you from his spot a few feet away, heaving out air as he holds himself up with his hand on his knees, confused by your statement. When he finally recovers from whatever made him so out of breathe, he straightens up. His knees are still slightly bent, and his back is slouched, but it’s weird seeing him stand up instead of hobbling on the ground like the creatures by in movies. But I guess this is different since it’s real fricken life, y/n!
“Why wouldn’t I exist?” He asks.
“I don’t know, maybe because you’re a cave monster.” You gasp at your own harsh words, and you feel even worse when you see him cave in on himself. Looking like you just wounded a puppy, instead of a creature that you see eat girls like you in the most gruesome ways in movies.
Again, real life, y/n. Real life.
“I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know why I said that.”
He recovers a little, but the sadness in his eyes doesn’t get past you.
“It's okay. I’ve been called worse.”
His way of making you feel better actually made you feel worse. You’re probably the first human that’s ever showed him any kindness in a long time. You should’t be shitting on him for something he can’t help. You try to recover the conversation by changing the subject, “Why were you out of breath before?”
He blinks a few times, then when he remembers how he came to you, he says, “Oh! I just woke up, so running to you was difficult.”
You raise a pointed eyebrow at him. “It's 11 pm.”
“Is it? I wouldn’t know. I-I can’t be touch sunlight, or any bright light for that matter.” He really drives his words home when he looks at the flashlight in your hand like it killed his entire family. This thing is really dramatic to, I guess.
But since you’re such a nice person, you place the flashlight on the ground, sitting next to it, and pointing it in the opposite direction of him. He smiles at your gesture, and takes a set in front of you, still keeping quite a lot of distance between the two of you.
“Why can’t you be in the light?”
His once brighter then life sharp teether smile fades, and once again you feel that gut churching feeling of guilt. Is there anything you can say in front of him without making him look like a wounded animal?
“It’s a long story... but basically, I got this witch mad, and she cursed me for life. Never to enjoy the sun again, and never to look like how I once did.”
“...Look like you once did?” You repeat back to him in question, and he nods his head.
“Yeah. I was human once.” Your eyes widen in surprise, and the creature grins. “I know, surprising, but it was a long... long time ago.”
You felt his sadness radiate to you. It was the most upsetting thing to hear that he only looked and lived like this because of a witch - Which by the way, witches are real. Who knew? His saddened expression, and the way he's looking at the ground makes you want to cuddle him up in your arms. Instead of doing something as weird as that, you become brave enough to place your hand on his shoulder. Feeling him jump in surprise as you do that. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
The creature looks back and forth between your hand and your face. You think it maybe making him uncomfortable, so you take your hand off his shoulder. As soon as you do, he grabs onto you wrist and yells, “No!” Both of your eyes become wide, but for completely different reasons. “I-I mean... please don’t. I haven’t been...”
He doesn’t continue what he was going to say, but you understand immediately. The poor kid has probably been touch starved since he was left here by that witch. No one brave enough to talk or even be close to him. That’s why, less hesitant then before, you reach your other hand out and place it on top of his that’s still holding your wrist. His eyes widen again, and lets go of your wrist. You take ahold of his hand with both of your hands, then kiss one of his fingers that don’t have a long nail attached to it. The creature shivers, and you smirk when you see his face heat up scarlet.
“What's your name, sweetie?” You ask as you massage his hand in your one hand, while the other one circled his wrist. You feel like the devil for what you’re doing, but after finding out he was once a human. he reminds you a lot of the types of guys you used to mess around with in high school. Ones that always sounded like-
“J-Jimin.”
Like that. Stuttering and cute as a button.
You smile when you hear him say his name, and you don’t miss the higher pitch of his voice either. “Hi, Jimin.” You don’t miss how he shivers when you say his name, either. “My name’s Y/n.”
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For the next week, you would visit Jimin every single day. You were only supposed to visit this trail for a week, and then move on to your next destination, but there was no way you were leaving him to go see some fountains in Canada.
You know it’s stupid, even Hoseok told you it was when you talked to him on the phone again three days ago, but you couldn’t help it! Jimin was really starting to grow on you especially every time you grazed his hand. How he would act like you flashed him your tits. It was just so cute!
He was falling for you hard, you could tell too. Ever since you visited him in the cave a week ago, he would be waiting in this spot everyday for you. Continuing to blush and act like the most innocent little monster you’ve ever met… well, the only monster you’ve ever met but who’s counting?
You’re not sure when you turned into such a little devil around him, either. Getting so excited every time he became a little mess around you. Whether it was when you started laughing so hard around with him that your breasts bounced, making him run silent and follow the movements with his eyes. Or when you hugged him for the first time, pressing your body to him and feeling his reaction through his tight leather pants. With both occurrences, you felt this evil smirk rise on your face while watching him squirm in front of you. Him not understanding his own feelings and making you want to tease him... or teach him.
Today was the closest you ever got. Come to find out, although a witch cursed him to live a lonely life, she gave him a few exciting perks. One perk being his ability to conjure up some magic.
While the walls were sparkling with your camping lamp your brought - the one you found in your pack and was better for Jimin to not be blinded by the light - he showed you his abilities. Him wanting to impress you, and wanting you to look at him in that special way you have been doing lately.
With a flick of his wrists and wiggle of his nails, three white glowing butterflies puffed out of thin air. Your were in awe of the mystical butterflies you watched fly around the cave. One of them landing on your nose for a second and making you giggle.
Sadly, this little trick only lasted a few moments. The butterflies soon puffing into thin air, and leaving only your camping lamp as light.
“Is that how you’re able to see around the cave?” You ask Jimin, still staring at the place in the air the butterflies just disappeared from.
“Yeah… I guess the witch realized me being able to see in the dark was needed somehow.”
You look over at Jimin, watching his once cheerful face that was watching you swoon at his magic flip upside down into a upsetting frown. Your own once smiling face turning downwards at the sight. So, you do what you always did when the witch was brought up - you give your little touched starved monster some lovings. Grasping his hand gently, and watching a tremor course through his body when your soft skin touch’s his rougher palm. 
You smile apologetically at him, feeling bad about his situation that he can’t find a way out of. You asked him once if there was a way to reverse the curse that the witch casted on him, but he said he didn’t know any. The witch being someone he barely knew at the time even, and the only reason she cursed him was out of secret jealousy. You guess the witch had a crush on Jimin all those years ago, and when Jimin started maturing and getting closer to girls, instead of doing the mature thing and trying to talk to him, the young witch cursed him to a life of loneliness.
One thing you got out of that story: witches were indeed bitches. It’s been almost 10 years since that happened to him, and ever since then Jimin has been alone in this cave. That thought drove you to touch him further and cuddle up next to him, wanting to make the cave dweller feel loved somehow. You feel him shiver against you when your nose touches his neck as you lean on his shoulder. The reddening of the balls of his cheeks not passing by you.
You smirk, feeling mischievous as you always do when you see the cave dweller get nervous around you. Him glancing everywhere, but at you. “I guess the witch didn’t take in your other needs when she left you here either, huh?”
Jimin looks down at you on his shoulder, confused. Not understanding what your words mean or why your voice suddenly became hushed. When he sees the way your biting your lip, making your words more suggestive to his ears now, he blinked rapidly and felt his own face become redder in this dark cave. The heat burning him ever so slightly.
He swallows around the lump in his throat, digging his nails into the hard ground, but because they’re so sharp it cuts through the hard sand easily. You pick your head up off of his shoulder when you see his reaction. Not wanting to overwhelm him to much, but still smiling nonetheless. You start to look around, trying to change the subject since your mind stared thinking some very corrupted thoughts, but then you feel his hand squeeze yours. Making you look back at him and see the shy look in his eyes.
“You okay, Jimin?”
He looks everywhere but at you again, and is somehow able to answer your question with a few stuttering words. Even if the feel on your face in his neck still lingers. “Y-your skin… it’s…”
Unable to find the words he’s trying to form, he caresses your hand still in his hand with his thumb. Captivated by the soft feel your skin has against his own.
You grown a small smile, leaning closer while you quiet your voice as you speak, “Do you like the feel of me, Jimin?”
His name on your lips makes his stomach twist, and he squeezes the sand in his one hand instead of the one that’s holding yours. Feeling so sensitive to even your whispering of his name. Jimin couldn’t even believe it himself on how affected he was by you. It’s been so long since he last had a friend, and you being all female and fluid with your actions has been making him dizzy with hypersensitivity. On one but him being able to touch him for far too long, and he’s starting to understand the extent of what your small touches can do.
But he doesn’t hate it. He wants you to overstimulate him. Make him feel things he’s hasn’t in so long, and he doesn’t care if he ends up looking like a tomato because of it. To think, he almost lost you to his devilish - in a bad way - looks from the very beginning. His mean hisses and gruesome appearance making you frightened at first, but he’s glad that he built up the courage at the time to ask you to stay. To not run away like all the other people that only ever got a glimpse of him at the time, and running away from the sheer fear of what he could be.
You were the first to get to know him. Actually take interest in him, and want to find out what makes Jimin Jimin. Not just about the curse, but also what he used to love. How sitting out in the sun used to be his favorite thing, and how he has a ear for good music. Wanting to go back to the days where he could roam freely outside of this caves, but never having the ability to do so.
Jimin thinks the first time he realized he had real feelings for you, and not just the obsession with you touching him, was when you brought some headphone with you on your visit. The day after he told you his love for music, you let him listen to your own mixture of a playlist. Come to find out Jimin loves modern pop music, and seeing the way his eyes lit up when he heard the tunes for the first time had you amazed.
It may have seemed like such a trivial thing to people in the real world, but to Jimin in his little cave of a world it was everything. His heart palpating a little faster for you ever since. That was three days ago, and now he wants to experience more firsts with you. More firsts that he can’t even begin to comprehend.
That’s why, still a stuttering mess, Jimin lets out a breathless, “Yes,” to your question. Him wanting you to touch him as much as you are allowing it.
And you’re definitely allowing it today. You squeeze his hand in yours, watching his eyes light up when you pick up your other hand to inch it towards him. Your hand gently caresses his cheek, feeling his skin pebble under yours in goosebumps. Feeling a little darling, and maybe even mischievous, you inch closer to him. Tracing his nose with your own, and hearing Jimin’s breathing pick up in the process.
You don’t kiss his lips, you not being sure how he’ll react to that yet, but you do tease at the kiss. Lingering your lips so closely to his, while your other hand brushes his cheeks and goes down his neck that’s slightly exposed from his tight leather turtleneck. You start to wonder where Jimin got these clothes from, but that thought goes away when you hear Jimin let out a small moan. Your lips brushing the corner of his mouth when you move in a centimeter closer. 
You bite your lip, loving the sound he just made and how he’s practically vibrating in his seat now. His hand once digging into the sand has a fist full of it now. Grasping onto it for dear life as you continue with your teasing touches.
“So soft,” Jimin whispers in between the two of you, and if you weren’t so close to him you probably wouldn’t of heard it. Almost like his lips moved without him knowing and speaking the firsts words he thought of. You smile at his endearing compliment.
“Thank you, Jimin. You feel good too.” Jimin groans at the small praise. Somehow sounding so much more dirty in his innocent ears. “Do you want to feel even more good?”
It’s a dumb question, really. Of course Jimin wants to feel good, but it’s more of a question that is he ready for it? Ready to feel things he hasn’t been able to before. Nonetheless he enthusiastically nods his head at you.
You giggle at his enthusiastic response. Although you told yourself you wouldn’t do this no more then a moment ago, having Jimin in your arms like this is making you crave the same thing. To feel how his lips would feel against yours, and wanting to find out what he would do when you do it.
Tentatively, you slowly move in closer to him. Feeling his breathe fan your lips when he gasps and realizes what you’re about to do. You pause just when your lips were about to touch, and you look into Jimin’s wide eyes. So much innocence there. Dark eyes that you think were once brighter then the sun stare up at you. Seeming inpatient when you watch one of them twitch.
Then, you do it. You push your small pair of lips against his plump ones, and there’s an instant reaction from Jimin. A small moan being released into your mouth. He tastes like bark and sand, but his lips feel softer then clouds. Feeling a little good about how his lips feel against your own, but Jimin is on cloud 9 about yours.
You taste like mint and sugar to him. Two things he hasn’t been able to taste in a long time. You feel so good against him, and not knowing how to express that besides staying still, he just let you take over. Thinking if he moves even a little bit, you’ll decide to detach your lips from his. But you don’t.
After a few seconds to let Jimin get the first little gentle tasting of you, you start to move against him. Inexperienced lips eventually move back with you, but you’re mainly taking the lead with how both of your lips are moving.
It isn’t until your tongue juts out to touch his bottom lip, that you feel the familiar vibration of excitement come from him along with a higher pitched moan that you swallow from him. Slowly, you allow your tongue to enter his mouth. Not touching his tongue yet with yours, but scrapping it across his shape teeth. The sharp surface making your head spin because you’ve never felt something so interesting that it gets your blood flowing against your tongue, and you can only imagine how Jimin is feeling.
Jimin is feeling fucking crazed. He’s dizzy by you still touching his hand and neck, but the way your lips are moving against him now has him melting. When he feels your tongue touch his lip, he can’t help but moan at the contact. Something so simple as a touch of tongues has him feeling as hard as a rock too. When your tongue touches his teeth, it makes him feel ecstatic. Knowing you’re not afraid of touching his sharp canines, and being so grateful to have met a girl like you.
When you feel Jimin start to slouch, his relaxed mind taking over for him, you touch your tongue against his. Besides just another moan his hands shoot you out of the sand - grasping onto your shoulders gently like he couldn’t help but want to touch you further in that moment.
After another moment has passed, you detach your lips from each other. Both of your lips feeling swollen, but you smile when you see how fucked out Jimin looks by just kissing. Him looking like he was just drenched by water because of how much he’s sweating.
“Did you like that?” You ask after another moment has passed, scrapping your nose against his like before.
Jimin breathes in as much air his lungs with allow, feeling like he hasn’t breathed the entire time your lips were in matrimony. Unable to speak now, he nods his head enthusiastically again for you. 
If Jimin wasn’t in love with you before, he sure is now. And what’s even better then that, you’re also starting to feel your heart grow a little bigger for the cave dweller.
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Before you know it, a month has passed since you first met Jimin. In all honestly, you’ve never lived a more happier life before you met Jimin. While talking on the phone with Hoseok last, which was over a week ago now, you realized something detrimental to your life.
You always secretly wanted this.
Wanted a life filled around just one person. In a way, you’ve also been touch starved yourself. Maybe not by actual touching, but starved by having the sense of love from another person. That’s why you always loved the loners. Wanting to be around the people you felt needed you most. You just loved to feel needed, and right now, Jimin needs you more than ever.
That’s why, without thinking twice about it, you moved your whole life out here. To bum-fuck nowhere in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. Renting a cabin from a nice family near by, and then telling you that you could stay as long as you want because no one had rented from them in years. It was cheap, and it gave you enough space to do what you needed there. You actually have a lot of money saved up, especially all the money you kept after your grandparents passed away. You being there only grandchild and actually giving a shit about them when they were alive gave you this perk.
It also didn’t matter where the cabin was or what it looked like. You only took it because it was less then five miles from Jimin’s cave, and cheap as fuck. You weren’t going to be spending much time in it, anyway.
Now, here you are, in the lap of a cave dweller that’s dick is as hard as a rock again from just kissing. You both have been in this position a lot since your first kiss. Both of you wanting to be consumed by each other in every way possible, and Jimin being surprised every time you let it happen. You’ve been taking the lead every time, which you didn’t care nor worry about, but this time it was Jimin who started the ritual of you two kissing.
All it took was you wiping some water after a drink from your flask off of your mouth, and his eyes were zeroed in on your movements. His own mouth watering when he watched you lick the corner of your mouth.
With a hesitating and stuttering, “C-can I kiss you?”
Skip to a couple minutes later, and now you’re straddling his legs, with his arms hesitantly wrapped around your back. Kissing like it’s both of your first times again. Which, no more then a month ago, it was Jimin’s first. That’s why you haven’t pushed him to far. Not wanting to overwhelm or push him to far off the ledge of his innocence.
But now you’re all for corruption at this point. It’s been so long since someone wanted you like this. Even if he was a cave monster, you want him just as much as he does you. Him asking for the kiss is all you needed to know he wanted you, not to mention the reactions he gives every time you still brush hands. But this was different. It wasn’t just his touch starved brain wanting you, he actually wanted you!
So now, your hands are buried in his dark locks, and you’re slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Loving it every time Jimin moans into your mouth when you brush his hard cock through his jeans with your thighs. You’ve been itching to touch that part of him. To see what this cave dweller has inside his tight pants, but you’re not sure how he would react to it.
Kissing and gentle rubs through the pants are one thing, but actually touching him there is different. You’re not sure if he’s ready for it too, but your mouth still waters every time you think about how’d he react when your mouth surrounded him for the first time.
You moan into his mouth at the thought, Jimin stiffening underneath you at the sound. You rarely make any noises besides the sounds of heavy breathing. Hearing you actually moan is a whole different experience for Jimin’s ears. He wants you to make that sound again. He wants to make you feel good. As good as you do for him, and that noise was the first indication that he somehow did just that.
Slowly, he detaches your lips from his. Not moving to far away because he barely can contain himself if he does. You frown at him, not wanting to stop what you were once doing, but the way Jimin is nibbling on his lips right now you know he didn’t stop for no reason.
“Um… y/n,” He says your name like he already doesn’t have your full attention.
Your crock you head to the side, worried that you may have pushed Jimin to far with your own dirty thoughts somehow. “Everything okay, Jimin?”
While looking in between the two of you, he nods his head. His face is getting redder by the second, and you’re starting to really worry about what’s bothering him so much. Before your mind can drift to what it could be, Jimin finds the confidence to ask, “C-can I touch you?”
You raise an eyebrow at him, confused. “We’re already touching, silly.”
You pet the back of his head to emphasize your words, and Jimin’s arm hairs stand on end at the tentative caress. “That’s not what I-…“ He huffs out a breathe, letting out his frustration for not knowing the words he wants to say. So he tries one more time like you taught when you realized he had this problem, “I want to - to-…”
He hovers his hand in front of you. Gesturing all around your body and making you have to figure out what he wants. You’re a patient person. You also had a gift for figuring out riddles, so figuring out what Jimin wants with small hints is usually quite easy for you.
You look at his hands, how there hovering over every part of you. Then you look at his face, seeing the frustration in his eyes, but also the way he bites his bottom lip in concentration.
After a few more agonizing seconds tic by for Jimin, you figure out what he wants with a smirk. “Jimin… do you want to touch me here?” You take your own hand, placing it on your breast.
Jimin nods his head fast, biting his lip so hard he can taste metal. “Want to make you feel good too.”
You bite your own lip, feeling a blush come on by his words. He doesn’t even know how sexy it is to hear those words come from him. How dirty they sound.
“Alright, Jimin,” Is the last thing you say before you take one of his hovering hands in yours, and press it against your breast through your thin shirt. Jimin quietly gasps, looking at the area his hand is resting, wide eyed. You find him so adorable sometimes, but right now having him hold you like this is making your own neither regions clench.
You love feeling his hand on you like this, and so does he - Clearly. Jimin starts by experimentally groping you breast, feeling you squirm a little on top of him. He glances up at you and sees the slight blush on your checks. He knows that’s how he gets when you touch a certain part of him he likes, so you must be feeling the same. It’s when his thumb caresses a bump peaking out from under your shirt, that he hears it again.
You moan into the quiet cave when his thumb rubs over your nipple. Not wearing a bra today was a good call because having him touch you like this is feeling amazing! Jimin then feels enough confidence to grab onto your other breasts, both of his thumbs rubbing your buds through your shirt at the same time. You arch your back from the ecstasy inducing feeling his hands are giving you, pushing your breasts further into his hands as you do so. You can’t help yourself anymore…
You roughly smash your lips back together, gripping onto the back of his neck to push his lips further onto yours. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the same time. You doing so because Jimin now knows what you like up top, so he keeps rubbing at your nipples. Jimin moans because you’re now roughly grinding down on him, wanting to create an even higher amount of friction than before.
Before you entered his life, he never found the need to touch himself. When it did come, before you entered his life, he would just ignore it until it went away. The feeling and need to touch his cock and cum. That feelings has been slowly nibbling at his resolve lately. Eventually breaking completely and making him fist his cock in his hand one morning after you left the cave…. that was yesterday…. But the feeling is still there, now.
He wants to be as intimate with you as possible, and have you against him instead of in his head while he cums. Maybe that’s why he found the courage to ask you to kiss him this time. Knowing what the extent of his pleasure is making him want to find that extent with you too. Having that feeling now as your core grinds against his dick through your clothing.
Your not satisfied with just grinding, though. You can’t wait anymore. You want to touch him for real, and the way Jimin is moaning into your mouth right now you don’t think it will be to much. Even if it is, you know he will tell you. He’s promised you numerous times before, that he would tell you if the touching gets to be too much, so you’re trusting that he would tell you to stop if he’s gets to overwhelmed.
You detach your lips from his, giggling at his inpatient groan because of it, and back up in his lap. Jimin watches you curiously, already craving to feel you on top of him again but being a good boy by remaining patient. It’s when your hand starts to unbuckle his pants that his eyes blow out wide, though.
“Y/n, what are you… are you..?”
Jimin doesn’t need to finish his question, because he get his answer the second you pull down his pants just enough to release him from the confides of his tight pants. Jimin wants to be embarrassed that you’re seeing him so exposed like this, but once you grab ahold of him, he’s knocking his head back against the cave wall and moaning louder then he ever has before.
You slowly pump Jimin’s cock in your hand, not trying to move to fast or to slow. All the while kissing his now exposed neck. Just like you expected, Jimin is acting stir crazy at your touches.
The way your hand is moving on him, circling his tip every now and then with your thumb, has Jimin seeing stars. He knew you would be so much better at this then him. His hands were sloppy and unsure when he touched himself, but your hands are determined and experienced. Each pump of his cock feeling better than the last.
He wonders how many other guys you’ve done this to - been with in this way - but he pushes that thought as far away from his brain as possible. Not like the tickling of jealous it gives him, and how can he think about anything else, but your hand right now?
Jimin’s eyes are screwed shut. His long nails are diggings into the hard sand, and his sharp teeth are on full display as he hisses through his pleasure. You love this side of Jimin. The part of him that can’t control himself when he feels so good. It’s truly any amazing sight, and when you look down at his leaking cock that’s close to combusting you’re mouth waters. Wanting to taste him and have him cum in your mouth before he does it your hand. Which, by the looks of it, seems like it’s going to happen in the next few seconds.
You slow your hands movements down, moving your face closer to Jimin’s. When he looks back at you, finally opening his eyes, he almost cums right then and there. Seeing that look in your eyes does things to him. More than your little touches, and more then hearing you say his name in normal conversation. You’re just so pretty in his eyes, and the way you’re making him feel right now has him putty in your hands.
“Can I taste you, Jimin?“
It takes him a few seconds to understand what you mean, his inexperienced and oversensitive mind right now clouding his thinking, but once he watches you lick your lips his eyes widen even more. He never even thought about that before - what it would be like to have your mouth on him. His one other sexual experience with himself only had him imagining you touching him where you are now, so he’s not sure what it would feel like to have your wet... pretty... mouth surrounding him...
He makes a noise that sounds animalistic, but instead of shying away from it you start up stroking him again. Jimin flutters his eyes closed, trying to form words to your question but unable to because your hand just feels so good. Instead of saying anything, he just nods his head and then hangs it. Curious as to what it would feel like, and by the way your eyes light up when he agrees makes him think it’s anything but bad.
You bend your body over, your mouth centimeters from the tip of him. With one last look up at him, you take the tip of him in his mouth. The same animalistic noise is heard from Jimin again, but this time it sounds more monstrous. More beastly. Like you’re grinding down his control with your mouth alone. You don’t want him to keep his control, not while your mouth is on him.
So, you swallow him whole. Hearing a high pitched screech from above you as you do so. You know it could be considered a little mean to overwhelm him like this, but he did agree to it and there was no way he wouldn’t enjoy it.
Just like Jimin thought, it felt anything but bad. Feeling your wet mouth on him now is having him see stars again, but at the same time it makes his ears blow out. Only hearing white noise as your mouth slowly starts bobbing up and down on his length. It’s overwhelming, but in no way is Jimin going to stop you. It’s not like that. He wants this. He wants you.
You continue to bob your head on him slowly, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue and hearing the moaning from above you. The vibrations of your own moan virberates across Jimin’s whole body. He’s feeling blood in his hands now because what was once filled with sand now it’s crushed in his palms, and making his nails hit his skin. There’s no pain to it, and truthfully he barely feels it. How can he feel anything else, but your mouth on him in this moment? Surrounding him fully, and making his mind feel cloudy with pleasure.
The wetness of your mouth is making him slick, so you pick up speed especially when he starts to grow larger in your mouth. He was already close from your touches before, and your mouth now has him... has him...
Jimin feels it in his spine first. The feeling of pressure building and wanting to release all at once. He tries to warn you. Not knowing that you would secretly love to have him cum down your throat, but he also doesn’t have the capability to form words at this moment. So, he does the first thing he can think of when he starts to cum. He pulls you by your hair straight off of him. Cumming all over himself and keeping you as far away from the mess as possible. Not wanting to dirty you with his seed.
Jimin’s seeing fucking galaxies now as he cums. Still feeling your mouths essence on him like a ghost, and spurt after spurt is the result of that. It takes Jimin a good minute to finally stop cumming and come down from his high, but when he does he looks at you with an overall fucked out lock. He realizes then that he’s still holding onto your hair, and lets go of it. Combing his fingers through your hair next because he just can’t help himself. You’re all he sees and all he feels. You’re all he ever sees and ever feels, but right now it’s times a hundred!
You smile at your work, seeing Jimin look so out of breath and dizzy from pleasure, and giggle when Jimin’s sweaty fingers try to pet your hair back to normal. The pull of your hair was surprising, but it did send a thrill through you. A thrill that went right to your core and made your body heat up like furnace. You wondered what Jimin would say if you asked him to recuperate this pleasure for you, but you wiped that though away as soon as it formed. Looking at him now, he looks beyond exhausted and you think only one new feeling is enough for him today.
You gently put him back in his pants, then settle yourself in his lap again - making sure not to sit on his slowly declining length in his pants. You wrap your arms around his neck, and are elated to feel Jimin wrap his arms around your waist lazily. Jimin looks close to passing out, so you kiss him on the nose to spark some energy back into him.
“Did that feel good, baby?”
He hums at the nickname, smiling up at you. “So good… Sorry I pulled your hair.” He winces. “I just couldn’t tell you what was coming.”
You smile down at Jimin, happy that he cares enough about you to apologize for his roughness, but you also can’t help your chuckle that bubbles out of your chest. “It’s okay, Jimin.” You peck him on the lips. “Just next time, let it come.”
You wink at him, and watch him process your words.
Let it come…. Next time…
Jimin is once again staring at you wide eyed, and you’re laughing up a storm in his lap. Finding his innocence so adorable even after you just rocked his world with you hands and mouth.
Your little monster is in for a treat with you, and you can’t wait to teach him your other dirty tricks.
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#jimin#jm#jimin bts#jm bts#jimin x reader#monster!jimin x reader#monster!jimin x human!reader#touch started#cave dweller#the cave dweller#cave monster!jimin x reader#cave monster!jimin x human!reader#bts#bts one-shot#one-shot#smut warning#touch started jimin#curses#Halloween#jimin smut
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Ride 724: After the qualifiers
Pag 1
1: Yeah
It suits you!
2: You knowk, a robbon with summer clothes...
Where should we go have lunch?
3: No, Naruko-san was like this, teh!
The way Imaizumi-san was swinging his bike was incredible too!!
4: He was so much faster than during practice! It felt like he was flexing and bending his huge body!!
5: Naruko-san's low posture and speed was like a rocket, teh!!
6: Ahhh... that race made me lose my mind
Yeah... it was super hard, but....
Pag 2
1: That was really....
Pag 4
1: Overwhelming, teh!!
Pag 5
1: Yeah!!
“The Inter High representative is decided”
“It's Sohoku high school....”
2: It was so cool, teh...!!
Yeah!! Yeah!!
But for a moment I thought Imaizumi-san would win
That's because Naruko-san was mere seconds behind Imaizumi-san and so he was protected from the wind and could rest his legs
Huh!? Really!? He did sucha thing while running at that speed?
3: I don't really get it, but as expected from the winner of the first years' race!!
Well, yeah!! Yeah, I won
Pag 6
1: “You brokethrough the qualifiers, now next is the national competition”
“Congratulations, Roku-chan”....
“Amazing”....
2: I thought of calling out to him, but
It looks like he's getting along well with Kinaka
3: I kinda wanna jump in on their conversation
Yeah....
And the interview after that, too!
Yeah, but tyhe stage and thye mic...
5: We'll watch over him?
Yeah, alright
Pag 7
1: Roku-chan, who got there before us
….. yeah
4: The dream of participating in a national competition
5: Let's do it, somehow, in the next two years
…. yeah
Pag 8
1: Huuuh.. !?
A training camp!?
2: Starting from early next week
We asked you to come here during lunch break to prepare for that
On... what a fresh reaction!!
3: We have to load a lot of things in the car!
Ehhh.. isn't the training camp held here?
4: It's so fresh indeed, first years are so cute
It's a certain place
Where will we go? Yeah, where are we going, teh
5: And the practice menu is hell....
Pag 9
1: Nii-chan!! Nii-chan
Ah, you're right, you're right
2: I'oll tell the first years, so please don't tell them – they'll be like “huh- 1000km!?”
Every year, hearing the first years' reaction is the climax haha
Got it, got it- “every year”?
3: It's a secret
4: Ohhh... it's going to last four days?
It says we have to0 run 1000km
How much is 1000km?
5: Whose are those leaflets?
Ah... Onoda-san made them so it would be easy to understand... so he said
Ehhh
Sorry.... Kaburagi
Pag 10
1: Can you come to the training camp?
Danchiku
Pag 11
3: You've been following a different practice menu these days, and even though you say” I'm fine, it's nothing” when I ask you...
4: What are you talking about?
You didn't even come to the qualifiers
5: That's because I had to look after the other first years' practice...
It's been bothering me for a while
6: That.... that's just.... ah, in just a short while...
It's just muscular pain!! So I asked Onoda-san for a different practice menu
How long is a short while
Pag 12
2: “Since after last autumn's race on Minegayama”
“My joints have been hurting”
3: Well, you know... not that much
4: This is the price.... for sure
5: Even though I practiced
6: Because somehow I ended up winning
Pag 13
1: In a big tournament that attracts the attention of the prefecture!!
And moreover, against Hakogaku's Shinkai Yuuto....!!
2: But maybe it's going to heal soon
It'll heal heal soon
3: The pain is fading!!
Mybe it's going in a good direction!!
4: Danchiku.... that “muscular pain”
5: My bad feeling about it started last year
6: After the race on Minegayama
Issa!!
….!? Issa's intuition, more than anyone....!!
Pag 14
1: Onoda-san said that they'll choose the definitive team members at the training camp
If you don't come to the training camp you won't become a member for sure
3: If you come and don't run, it's the same
5: In Team SS... our “special strong” wqas aiming for results in the Inter High
Pag 15
1: Next yeaqr it'll be too late because I'pll become captain and be busy
Cap.....
He'll become captain?.... he alreqady decided.... on his own accord?
To run freely in the Inter High, it has to be this year!! As second years
It can only be this year!!
2: And also, I can't do it alone
6: The reason for you bad condition
Go to the hospital and get it checked
7: And come tell me the results right away!!
Pag 16
1: See ya
2: Issa!!
5: I'll come to the training camp!!
I'll stand on the start line and run together with you!! That's my intention!!
Pag 17
1: I'll do everything I can!!
No matter what the final result is!!
3: Thank you, Danchiku. I wanted to hear those words today
4: Do your best
7: Issa.... I.... I already went so many times to the hspital
Pag 18
1: But I was told that “it's nothing”
2: It should be nothing, but I feel so uncomfortable on my bike, and I don't have much time
My body, too
3: I feel a dull pain
4: So I feel helpless.....!!
Pag 19
2: On!! Teru- nii-chan!!
3: I don't really understand math, help me please
6: Pfui
7: 49.... 50....
Pag 20
1: Yeah, math? Alright, Sadatoki
The training camp is close, so....
2: With bikes, you have to hold the handles, so the strength in your upper body is also important
All skillful cyclists can use their upper body well
3: The team members will be chosen during training camp, so I have to do what I have to do
In order to become the sixth member
4: The sixth....!!
He's sweating so much.... on
5: I'll run with Imaizumi this year
It's the last Inter High after all
#yowamushi pedal#yowapeda#yowamushi pedal manga#yowapeda manga#yowamushi pedal spoilers#yowamushi pedal translations#ride 724#so#how about a team of 8 people?#sorry but i NEED ALL OF THEM ON THE TEAM#BOTH KINAKA AND ROKU-CHAN BC IM GONNA RIOT IF THEYRE NOT BOTH ON THE TEAM#AND SUGIMOTOOOOO PLS WATANBE LET HIM HAVE HIS DREAM COME TRUEEEE#AND DANCHIKUUUUU NOOO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME CRY!! HE DESERVES TO BE ON THE TEAM WITH KABU!#also kabu's ' i cant do it alone'??????#watanabe started this chap in the cutest way possibloe and then chose violence OKAY#training camp is gonna make us suffer SO MUCH are we ready?#(no we're not)
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Let’s have Nick bullying hours! (Or just talk about him without bullying, but how could we possibly??) How do you think he ended up in this job, cooking at a camp in New York, all the way from Australia? What’s the weirdest shit he did over the summer? If we switched someone else out for him as the wolf bait, who should it be and what would he do in their place?
gods please, i love bullying this weirdo
so i do think a lot about how he got here & i have a minor hc that his parents have a pretty demanding job with cushy salaries & he moved in maybe middle school/early high school (bc he has NO clue how to talk to Humans, or maybe he was homeschooled). if Jacob misses the qte to catch his phone, Nick is immediately like "i'll pay for that, im so sorry". obviously he SHOULD, he broke it, why does he do this, but idk it just sticks with me. i would never risk someone else's property, ESP bc i could never afford to replace it if i fucked up. idk. Nick is fucking weird. anyway so i think his parents moved to New York for their job & he's breaking out of his shell, going to camp with other young adults his age
over camp, he's a fucking nightmare. at least ten kids are in on a bet that he's an alien. two others are convinced he's possessed. sometimes he just stands over whatever he's preparing for dinner, completely still, staring at the food without blinking. it doesn't even look like he's breathing. five minutes later, he's totally fine. he sings different words to the camp song every time & it's never the right ones. sometimes he eats raw onion when he's chopping it up. he's never tasted sweet potato. he also stores jars of marinara in the freezer. one counselors swears to god they saw him snap a twig in half between his teeth during a nature walk & another one says he ate a whole acorn
if we could wolf-swap someone, i do think it would be interesting to actually see infected!Abi. the conflict between her, Nick & Emma would've meant a lil more maybe if instead of getting pissy, whiny, aggressive Nick, we could get choices & steadily see Abi get more forceful about if he rlly likes her, asking Kaitlyn why she made that dare when she KNEW what would happen, starting to speak up for herself before it gets too far & she turns (& decapitates nick <3). maybe that's basic but both of those characters felt kind of wasted so :( swapies :) also i feel like Abi should've gotten an opportunity to grow more than just "nervous & unsure & hiding" beyond choosing to either shoot or die
in her place, Nick for sure wouldn't shoot, he's a bitch. (just kidding. kinda.) but honestly i don't even know what he would do. Abi doesn't get to do much but hiding the storm shelter doesn't seem like his thing either. if Emma's in the van, all four of them prolly go to the scrapyard together, which kind of changes the whole thing
#the cool thing is i can just say things & then believe them#sorry i didnt have anything funny for the last one :(#plz smg give me werewolf abi i want it#nick is such a little freak i wanna remove his head#to fix him :(#the quarry#ask moth
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RIO/MANNY x f!READER / SPRING PROMPTS
A/n: prompt list here —
using: #16. Working in the garden all day and curling up together that night on the couch
+ I’m combining Rio & Manny’s characters here if you don’t mind. It’s not too confusing, i promise! Something short and sweet for this Saturday night. Who doesn’t like domestic prompts?
Warnings: pregnant reader—if you don’t care to read about those then you can skip this one lol, language, and your man being kinda right about your well-being?
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Time got away from you and once you got wrapped up in your gardening, it was almost next to impossible to get you to relax—Depending on who it was, that is! It’s funny because you normally weren’t too much into plants when you were younger. You had grandparents that owned a floral shop in Hamden, that you spent countless hours in with your siblings while your parents worked long hours. Of course you learned a lot about time management and plant care but that all became a little careless to you once you went through high school and college.
Now look at you. Early thirties out in your yard at one of your vacation homes in Farmington Connecticut, tending to what the winter ruined. Not to mention you were about six months pregnant (with twins) doing this all on your own. You’ve been at it for hours and would have stayed out there non-stop if it wasn’t for your housekeeper, Jagoda…and your bladder reminding you to take breaks.
It was easily going on four pm with the sky turning orange and the air felt crisp and cold now. While you leaned back on your knees, you stared off into the distance enjoying the view until you felt a hand brush over your slightly stretched back. Briefly you closed your eyes, inhaling before tightening your grip on the trovel you had in your hand. Quickly putting the garden tool at an angle you went to swing your entire arm backwards at your attacker.
The fingertips that once gently touched your back, shifted to a colder touch as they twisted your arm behind your back which made you crouch forward with a slight wince.
“Easy, mama. It’s just me.”
Scoffing at your husband, he immediately let you go as you glared over at him.
“Why do you think it’s okay to sneak up behind me while I’m trying to enjoy my peace?” You huffed, using the back of your arm to wipe at your sweaty forehead.
The man sent his famous smirk at you as he remained crouched from behind, “I ain’t never heard you complain about that before?”
“Well times have changed man, I’m carrying double the weight now with your lollipop headed children.” You whacked at him, “and it’s all your fault.”
“Like I said, you ain’t never complained before.” Manny chuckled while you rolled your eyes, “listen…I think it’s time we head in don’t you? It’s been a long day for the both of us.”
Glancing at him you turned your eyes into slits, “it’s always long days at the club which is why I’m so surprised you’re back this early…”
“Yeah I bet, you didn’t want me to catch you out here any longer, right?”
“I don’t necessarily care if you did but I’m sure you had some sort of radar to know that I was still out here.”
“Nah, I just fired Jago.”
“Excuse me?”
Manny lifted his shoulders, “she’s been slipping lately and not following directions. Want to know what the main one was today? Not for you to be out here for more than three hours. I called to check on you, you didn’t return any of my calls or texts so I checked with Jago and she told me you’ve been out here for hours.”
“You did not have to fire the lady! Do you know how much work I put in? Cleaning bird feeders and their baths, preparing new beds, putting down fresh mulch—
Manny sniffed and held his palm out, “I knew I smelled something, didn’t believe for a second it could be my woman.”
“Analyzing the front yard,” you took a deep inhale before continuing, ignoring the man who’s eyes sparkled in humor at him trying to get on your nerves, “which needs so much more work than back here. I have to start a compost pile for the lawn and probably fertilize.” You rambled with a shake of your head, pressing the side of your forearm against your edges which were of course sweated out.
Manny pressed his elbows onto his knees and felt his thick brows furrowing, “Whoa. Whoa. Imma stop you right there, mama. We not doin’ all that. You not doing all that. I know people that can do that shit for us.”
“Who? the brothers your beefing with from Santo padre? They might fuck up my garden for fun since they don’t like Yuma’s asses.” You scoffed.
Manny laughed, “Relax, I got other connects. Remember my ‘ol boy, Mick? He got primos in Harlem that have their own business. I could always give them a call.”
“Please, I know how to manage my own garden, okay.” You groaned as you maneuvered your body by pulling your legs out from under you to lay flat on your back on a nearby blanket, “this gives me something to do while I’m out on maternity leave.”
Manny hummed as he silently watched you, noticing how you kept twisting your legs from side to side while keeping your palms down on the blanket. He moved to grip your ankles, catching your tired eyes as they flicked to his.
“Your hips are hurting aren’t they?”
“No.” You groaned at the aching that circulated your body, “it’s mostly my back.”
Manny pursed his lips, “yeah, you’re done. I already have the bath downstairs all set up for you. The food should be here in fifteen minutes and we’ll chill out on the couch for the night, yeah?”
“Sounds good.” You closed your eyes, “if only I felt like moving.”
“Uh huh, what happened to all that energy minutes ago when you were trying to stab me in the neck?” He flicked your lower leg meat.
He let you relax for five more minutes when he didn’t get a response, but of course he went back to slightly bugging you to get up. You leaned into him, waddling as he led you back into the house which he made sure was secure behind you soon to be four. Manny led you through the house, down the narrow hallway to one of the bathrooms.
While you yawned, manny tended to you after you took your bathroom break, helped you strip out of your clothes while feeling on your bump before guiding you into the tub, he brought your skincare to you and watched as you did that on your own before carefully dumping water over your face to rinse the residue off, then leaving shortly, he came back with cucumber and lemon water for you to sip on while he rubbed down your shoulders and upper back for a bit before truly leaving you alone to soak.
Sure you and Manny came from two separate lifestyles and had to adjust as a married couple. It was not always sunshine and roses, however when it tended to “be” you never took those moments for granted.
When he came back for you, you couldn’t help but to place multiple tender kisses to his plump ones in thanks, which he seemed to appreciate. The new tweaks in the night routine (which included bio oil and rightfully so saving your haircare for tomorrow) allowed you two to spend more time together; although it almost always felt brief in the morning once manny headed out for the day. He was also in loungewear now, smelling of fresh linen and vetiver as he led you to the sitting room at the front of the house, where dinner was already waiting at the coffee table.
Plopping down onto the leather sofa, you slouched down against the arm of the chair while manny handed over your meal before grabbing his own. He had to angle his body since you made yourself comfortable by placing your slightly swollen feet on his lap.
“This stuffed crab is hitting but you know what would really satisfy this craving?” You asked Manny, who tilted his head as he smacked on his smoked chicken.
“Lambis.” You mentioned, which was not what Manny was expecting.
Manny hummed, “oh so you craving your roots, huh mama? I’m sure I could find you some snails out in the yard tho…until we can actually take that trip to Martinique.”
“Ew, the disrespect. Don’t say shit like that to aggravate me when you’ve been doing so well since we got inside.” You scrunched up your nose while you glanced out the front doubled window.
The buzzed hair man laughed, “eat your food, y/n. Close your eyes and just imagine, that’s kinda what we have to do lately.”
“Oh I’m grateful, I just know the babies aren’t.”
“Must be from your side of the family, then.” Manny joked but stopped when you lifted your foot to kick his thigh.
A spasm went through your lower half in that moment, causing you to stop mid-chew and clench your pelvic floor. Manny sat up immediately noticing the discomfort in your facial expression and sighed. He placed his own food back on the coffee table and gently took yours from you, you started to whine in protest but clenched your fist as another spasm started to hit.
Manny licked his fingertips before he pressed his kneecaps into the noisy leather couch he loved so much. “Aight, y/n enough of the bullshit. I told you not to work so hard—
“Sorry but I really don’t want to hear this.”
Giving you a blank stare he suddenly ordered, “legs up.”
“What?”
“Look here, I’ve been trying to help your hardheaded ass since I got home and clearly Jody and sweetpea are kicking your ass from the inside out so please, ma. Just let me try something and when it works, you’ll be good to go I promise.” Manny told.
Sighing you began to lift your legs straight up but halted briefly, “I know you didn’t just up and decide to name our kids off some characters from a John singleton movie.”
Manny smirked but quickly shushed you and gripped your legs higher up into the air, as far as your body would allow you to stretch before he guided your hands to hold the tips of your toes backwards. He scooted forward to lock his arms around your thighs to help steady you, while you breathed and felt the pressure relieve.
“…you think this position is how I ended up like this?”
Manny snorted out a laugh as he shifted your thighs to get a good look at you, who had one eye open, “this is the only position I remember the instructor telling us about whenever you get spasms.”
“Yeah, I wonder why…” you teased with a shake of your head.
Manny licked his bottom lip before sending you a smirk and a kiss your way.
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Continue along with my anthology spring prompts here.
#manny mayans#Mayans mc#Mayans mc x reader#Rio x reader#manny montana#mayans mc s4#rio x black!reader#spring prompts
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Back when I was living (for the hope of it all)
Read it on AO3
Robin was the first to notice that something wasn’t right.
She and Steve had made the high school gym their second home, after the—well, the quake. Classes had been canceled and it became a community helping center. A lot of people lost their homes and some of them were sleeping in temporary beds there, so there were volunteers at all hours. Steve told her a few weeks after that he had decided to spend the nights there as well. Robin guessed, quite accurately, that Steve probably felt alone and exposed in his very empty house in the middle of a very empty neighborhood. After everything they went through, it’s normal if he felt safer surrounded by people. She wanted to stay with him too, but her family grew almost paranoid and set a curfew that she couldn’t miss. So, if she couldn’t spend the nights with Steve (and frankly, maybe having him near would help her sleep better as well), at least she could take the early morning volunteering shift, so she could bring him breakfast, and make sure he was OK first thing everyday.
She always found him in the same makeshift bed, awake, with a book in his hand and his reading glasses. She would give him a cup of coffee and a sandwich, and he would put down the book and have breakfast with her in his spot. They would chat for a bit until she headed to the kitchen to start her shift. They both would spend the day helping as much as they could, and Steve would go back home to shower and rest, and a few hours later he would go back to the gym when Robin was no longer there anymore.
It was routine. Routine was safe.
She started asking about the books when she saw seven of them piled up next to Steve’s bed. Maybe he had some hard time sleeping and that’s why he started to read. Maybe. It was odd, though, especially when Steve told him that the pile were the books he had already read. Seven books, some of them kind of large, and he had been there for only four days. Robin knew Steve wasn’t an avid reader, he wasn’t even a reader. He told her himself back when they were still working in Family Video, he always preferred movies instead of books.
When she asked the first time, Steve told her about the plot of the books he had read. When he told her about a book she had already read, they discussed it, and when she didn’t know about it, she would listen.
Two weeks of routine, and twenty-eight books piled up, Robin decided she had to ask.
“Babe, are you having trouble sleeping?” Robin says, carefully sweet, trying not to slip her worries through her tone.
“Hm, no, not really,” Steve says.
“It’s—I mean, those are a lot of books. I kinda thought you were reading them at night, that’s why I asked.”
Steve smiled and looked at her through the reading glasses. “I sleep fine, well, fine, you know. Four hours here, two hours there. You know the drill.”
She knew the drill, indeed. After Starcourt, sleeping through the night was difficult. It took them a while to manage a healthy resting schedule again. She herself was still dealing with it after the apocalypse.
“Then when do you read those?”
Steve laughed. “Whenever I have time, I guess. I think I'm sort of addicted to it.”
“My, my. Never thought the day would come where I would hear Steve The Hair Harrington declaring himself a worm book,” she teased.
And that was when she actually noticed.
Steve gulped and looked away, positioning his glasses in place, smile faltering.
There was something he was keeping from her. Steve is Robin’s best friend, they tell each other everything. He had always been so straightforward with her, this was odd.
“Steve?”
He took his glasses off, still not looking at her, and his lip trembled. Robin froze.
“Babe—”
“Bathroom?” Steve asked, breathy, high pitched.
They locked themselves in the furthest bathroom they could find. Steve paced for a bit, and Robin didn’t say anything. He still hadn’t looked her in the eyes. After a minute, he took a breath and turned to her.
“It’s stupid.”
“No, no, Steve. Whatever you’re going through, I bet it’s not stupid,” she said, rapidly.
He swallowed his tears, and finally, sat on the floor. Robin sat in front of him, cross legged. She didn’t touch him, she didn’t push.
“We weren’t even friends,” Steve said, voice broken.
Oh.
Oh.
“Eddie—It’s all over again. It’s happening again, Robin. Someone so close to me, someone I love has lost a person and they’re hurting.”
Robin said absolutely nothing when two thick tears rolled down Steve’s face.
“Dustin’s heartbroken because Eddie’s in that place, all alone. He loved Eddie, he admired him so much, and Eddie died on him and he could do nothing to help. And I—I’ve fucking been there, twice now. I didn’t know what to do with it when Nancy lost Barb, and I still don’t know what to do now that Dustin has lost Eddie. And I’m absolutely terrified because I lost Nance back then because I didn’t know how to deal with it, and I don’t want to lose Dustin this time, but I can’t make him feel better, because I wasn’t fucking there.”
Robin made her personal goal not to look away, even when her face crumpled and she started crying, feeling his soulmate’s pain as her own. Steve covered his face, and tried to soothe the sobs, and even out his breathing.
“And I feel like shit, Robs. I feel disgusting because I’m worrying about losing Dustin over this when his loss is far worse, because Eddie is gone for good,” Steve paused a second, and after a shaky sigh, his tone leveled out. “Eddie is gone, and I’ve wasted so much time hating his guts over fucking nothing. And then—then we talk through it and I think ‘oh, yeah, I’ve been stupid, as fucking usual, but he’s nice, and honest, and funny, and fucking gorgeous, and the little shit was right all along, and I can’t wait for this shit to pass so we can get to know each other. Yeah, I can be friends with him, I want to be friends with him,’ but, no, Robin. I don’t have any right to miss him the way I do, because it—it was all in my head, and it’s fucking disrespectful to feel this way to the people who actually gave a shit about him, because we weren’t even friends.”
Robin could not wait anymore and crawled toward him, embracing him fiercely. Steve broke like a dam, spilled his shattered soul on her and she wasn’t even expecting it. She didn’t see it coming, she only asked about books, which seems idiotic right now. She hugged him as if she wanted to absorb his pain, to share his burden. Steve was loudly sobbing, she never saw him like this. Physical pain? He could definitely take it. Emotionally, though? He needed help, and she felt like the worst best friend in the world for not noticing before.
She rocked him, fingers laced in his hair, whispering reassuring words. He wasn’t going to lose Dustin, that he loved him, and needed him; he wasn’t wrong for missing Eddie, for mourning a friendship that could have been so beautiful; that she was so sorry that he had to go through this again; that Eddie’s death wasn’t his fault, and that they all missed him, because the motherfucker made himself loud enough to leave a deafening void after his demise. Something like a choked cackle left Steve’s throat.
Steve sniffed and left Robin’s embrace, but she didn’t break contact, still cupping his blotchy, wet face in front of hers.
“Babe, you’ve got every reason to miss him. It’s okay to miss him. I miss him, too. Your feelings are not wrong,” she said, with intent. Steve blinked several times, tears still spilling in silence, expression trembling, “any of them, Steve. Any of them are wrong, okay?”
“Okay,” Steve replied, voice shattering.
“And he was fucking gorgeous, I concur.”
Steve cackled again.
“Right?”
“Yeah. His eyes were huge.”
“Stupid, huge, pretty Bambi eyes. His hands, though, and his rings, and his—his voice—”
Steve looked down, Robin leaned, joining foreheads. He closed his eyes, probably trying to visualize him. Her heart melted when he kept a smile (a weak one, but a smile nevertheless) in his face. He opened his eyes again.
“I’ve read so many books because in my mind, I read them in his voice,” he whispers, like he’s confessing an intimate secret. “Sometimes I even imagine he comments on something I’m reading, and I feel him, Robs, like—like we’re reading together, and he’s being obnoxious about it, and we’re friends.”
“God, I would have had to fight with him to keep the best friend title, huh?”
“Nah, you’re pretty much unbeatable.”
“Yeah, I am. Sorry, dude.”
They laughed a little. They separated their foreheads, and Robin held Steve’s hands in her lap, squeezing them softly, tenderly.
“I couldn’t cope with—with his death, and not being able to say goodbye. It’s fucking me up him calling my name, and asking me to make him pay, and then I didn’t. I wish he would've asked me something else that I could actually do, maybe I could feel some closure here.”
Robin rubbed the back of his hands with her thumb, reassuring.
“I mean, that’s the reason I started reading. I kind of found comfort in reading stories and being left with closure after. But then—God, then I accidentally started reading them in his stupid voice, and he’s living rent free in my mind now and won’t leave,” Steve said this with such fondness in his voice, that made Robin smile. I don’t want him to, though, Steve’s eyes seemed to say. Instead, he said, “I think I’m having a hard time going through all of this again, because last time I fucked up real bad, and I had no one to talk to about it.”
It took a minute for Robin to speak.
“Thank you for telling me, Steve. I want you to know, you can tell me anything. I—I might not have answers to some questions, but I promise to listen every time, yeah? You know I’m here for you, and I’m not going anywhere, right?”
Steve smiled at his soulmate.
“Yeah. Absolutely,” Steve said, kissing Robin’s hands. “I love you, Robs.”
“I love you too, dingus.”
#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#ficlet#stever harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#steddie#canon compliant#1800 words#major death character#coping mechanism
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december prompt #7: joy
some odesta fluff under the cut! :o)
Finnick’s coming home!
It’s been an eternity (two weeks) since Annie’s seen him. Kinda. She’s seen him a lot on TV, with his Victory Tour being filmed and everything, but she hasn’t seen him. Hasn’t braided his hair or challenged him to a race or talked his ear off or anything.
Annie bounces on the balls of her feet, perking up at the sound of a train approaching. So does the rest of the district—Finnick was quite popular with the youngest victor in Panem history thing going for him—but she’s the only one he smiles at. He surges forward, the crowd parting just for him, and spins her around in a long-awaited hug.
“Hi, darling!” He smiles at her, even though he looks so tired. Maybe she’ll have to put their race to the buoy and back on hold. “I missed you.”
She swoons. She can’t help it. He looked like he was having so much fun up there, in between all the silly dances they have in District 10 and the even sillier food they have in the Capitol, but she likes that she takes up a permanent place in his mind. It makes their love feel a lot more grown up.
The crowd starts to get restless—weirdos—so Finnick grasps onto her hand so they don’t get separated. They eventually make it out, even if Annie has to let go of him to button up her cardigan. She felt like an extremely slimy sardine packed into that too-warm crowd, but now the wind whips against her hair.
“Cold?” he asks her. She nods, shuffling closer to him, so he hooks an arm around her shoulders to combat all the shivering she’s doing. “Better?”
Not really, so they make a pitstop at his house so she can chuck on one of his sweaters. Annie can’t remember the last time District 4 got so cold, but at least now she has an excuse to bundle herself up in all of Finnick’s clothes.
“You’re such a freak,” she informs him, because he walks out of the house in the same outfit he entered in. He must have a lot of faith in those flimsy linen pants. “You should take a blanket or something. I don’t know why it’s been so brutal this week.”
“You’re the freak,” he retorts, but they know they’re both joking, so they grin at each other. “There’s barely even a breeze.”
She snuggles closer to him in retaliation. He gives her a gentle squeeze.
“I saw what it was like for you in the Capitol,” she says. She’s close enough to feel the miniscule shift of his muscles, but he relaxes when she adds, “all the snow. You were practically drowning in it. It probably feels warm here, doesn’t it?”
“Unfortunately,” he replies, voice shifting into something stretchy and high pitched. Capitol. “Hiding my tux with a snow jacket is not very suitable behavior for a gentleman. Besides, I was being rather dramatic anyway. Don’t you think so?”
Annie smiles. “So dramatic,” she agrees, but that’s all she can manage before her Four accent starts peeking through. “I was actually thinking about that—all the icicles up there, I mean. They kinda remind me of toothpicks, so I got a ton of paint and glue and made a winter castle out of it.”
“Annie, that’s fucking awesome.” He looks at her like he’s betrayed she didn’t share this information with him sooner. She giggles at his theatrics. “What else have you been up to while I was away?”
That was gonna take awhile, and they both know it, so they get comfortable. They roll out the picnic blanket, laying out all the snacks they packed, and Finnick rests his head against Annie’s lap. She never knew how much she could miss playing with hair. It’s something that’s as familiar to her as breathing (or swimming really, really fast), but her heart turns to mush anyway.
“I missed you,” she says, because she doesn’t think she got around to telling him that. Her fingers brush over his jaw. His lips quirk up in a smile, reaching up to press a kiss to her fingertips—all ten of them. “They canceled school, you know, ‘cause of the rain. My mom said that was way too dramatic, but—and do not tell her this, or else she’s gonna freak!—I tried to sneak out, but I couldn’t even see anything. Not even my own hands.”
“Think it might storm soon? Like, storm-storm?”
“I hope so!” Storms weren’t so bad, as long as they weren’t accompanied by shipwrecks and damaged houses. “Then I’ll have to sleep over, and my mom can’t even be mad about it!”
Finnick grins, holding her hand to his chest. “Let’s take a moment to wish on it.”
So they do. They close their eyes, listen to the sound of the waves lapping at the shore for a few seconds, and open them back up.
Annie cranes her neck, examining the sky. “Think it worked?”
“Hope so,” Finnick replies. “It should be illegal for us to spend more than two days away from each other. I don’t know how I survived two weeks.”
That makes two of them. Annie was pretty sure they’d find a way to get her to sleep over at his house—or vice versa—no matter what, but a bit of rain would certainly help.
Annie’s so happy when it starts sprinkling that she reaches out to catch some of the raindrops on her fingers, Finnick’s head nearly jostling off of her lap. It picks up a little bit over the next few minutes, but it’s nowhere near as intense as a rainstorm. She can still see Finnick’s smiling face, and she can definitely make out his silhouette, so she grabs onto his hand and squishes her toes into the damp sand.
Finnick pushes his wet hair out of his face, scooping her up in a celebratory hug. “Holy shit, babe! It worked!”
It did. They are very talented wishers, and even more talented dancers. Slippery skin meets slippery skin as they spin and jump around, the indents in the sand making for perfect impromptu puddles. Annie falls over more than once, and so does Finnick, but that’s where most of the fun comes from.
Their sporadic dancing eventually fades into a simple, lazy sidestep. She leans her head against his chest, sighing against his soaking wet shirt. She missed him.
If she had it her way, they would have stayed out there all day. But then Finnick’s hand snags on a tangle of curls at the base of her neck, and she has to admit defeat. They hunt down their runaway picnic blanket, link hands, and book it to his porch.
Now it’s Annie’s turn to brush Finnick’s hair from his eyes. She sheds off her outfit in exchange for another change of dry clothes, but you won’t catch her complaining about it. Finnick’s clothes are nice and warm on her, like one of his trademark hugs.
Now that they’re all cleaned up, that leads them to their first order of business: hot chocolate. She applies a tower of whipped cream over her mug. He dumps in nearly half a can of sprinkles.
And then comes the pillow forts. They ransack his closet for blankets and practically take apart his couch for all the cushions, but it’s essential that they’re as cozy as possible.
Her favorite part is the cuddling. Finnick apologizes for the carpeted floor not being very comfortable, inviting her into his arms instead, and she’s on the brink of assuring him that his floor is very comfortable before she catches on. She blushes against his chest.
His dad eventually coaxes the both of them out with dinner and the promise to not send Annie home unless someone calls for her, but they don’t have to worry about their reunion being cut short at all. It’s still raging outside, and Annie’s parents don’t feel comfortable sending her outside in this sort of weather.
She hugs Finnick close, something nice and fun and fizzy dancing along her skin. She holds the receiver to her ear, listening to her parents lecture her about how she and Finnick are not allowed to share a room, but she’s honestly not really paying attention. She can’t, when Finnick’s smiling against her cheek. She smiles back.
They fall asleep bundled up in each other’s arms, ‘cause her parents never said anything about sharing a pillow fort. Annie is good at a lot of things, and loopholes are at the top of her list. She has to be, with a boyfriend like Finnick Odair.
“Love you,” he informs her, only half-conscious. She presses a sleepy kiss to his shoulder.
Finnick is home, and as long as she’s in his arms, so is she. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
#tis the season#tbh this might be the last prompt i’m doing so i thought it would be fitting to start w odesta & end w odesta#speaking of them#odesta#annie cresta#when it doubt just mention a race to the buoy and back i promise it always works
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Rise Of The Viper- (1/?)
All Valley was a phase to Reader (Y/N) Token, nothing more nothing less. California was supposed to be just a simple pit stop for her. But when her aunt, her legal guardian is called to take over her other aunt's affairs after a tragic car accident, things take a turn.
Now Reader is stuck in California, forced to hang up her gi and get own with school until she graduates. No longer having to keep up a multi time karate champion look to keep making rent on time. That should be a good thing, taking a break from a long line of first-place wins. Won by pure dedication and hard work.
But when she steps into West Valley High School only to find herself in a whirlwind of emotions. Finding out the weird and almost cult-like events that happened at the school not too long ago. The weird karate war that took place just a little while ago.
Will Reader be able to keep to herself the rest of her senior year, or will new opportunities force her out of her dark lonely snake hole?
Will the new age viper strike again when poked too much?
(Unedited) (Reader Insert, Oc’s Aunt Lizz & Aunt Katie, Mentions of Death, Mention Car Accidents, Oc’s off camera deaths.)
The streets of California were heavy with traffic on that fateful afternoon. The air was thick with a heavy cloud of heat from the raging sun. It beat down on the state below. The roads where molten hot from the heat rays overhead. It felt like one of the hottest days of the year to everyone who was out and about on the streets that day.
The ac in the small silver car pumped out as much cold air as it could. It did very little, one false move on opening the windows would make the car a hot box.
Reader couldn't fathom the idea of stepping a foot out into the heat again, not until she had to at least. She rolled her eyes as she looked from her window to the windshield. They had been sitting in traffic for the past thirty minutes, the streets clogged with cars. What should have been a twenty minute car ride to the airport was quickly turning into a hour long ride. With the way things were looking, it could be even longer.
"For all those wondering about the heavy traffic out on the main roads today, it looks like that massive pile up is still not cleared up! Looks like four major roads are effected in the massive collision- we are getting word that police and medical are still on the scene, there has been no update on when the crash should be cleared up! Stay tuned for more songs from-" Aunt Lizz flicked the radio off. Her fingers twitched as she held onto the steering wheel. Her eyes surged over the sea of cars in front of them. Shifting in her seat she tried to look over the cars, looking for some kind of sign that they could start moving soon. Soon enough she let out a loud sigh and flipped back into her seat.
"Please tell me we are not going to be stuck here. I know we have only been here for three days but I kinda hate this place-"
"Oh come on you didn't even get to have any fun while we where here. All you wanted to do was go to that stupid arena hall and see that quick little karate museum. Normal kids would have killed to try and go to the beach or I don't know, had some fun~ this was supposed to be a short vacation before we hit the road again." Aunt Lizz interrupted Readers negative thoughts. She loudly tapped on the rubber car wheel in a bit of frustration. Reader looked over at her with a raised brow.
The only thought that came to mind when Aunt Lizz said "Normal Kid" was privileged kids.
Kids that didn't have to work to help keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. The ones that didn't have to work harder then that should just to get enough cash to live. That didn't over work their bones every single day to be the best.
To win championship after championship to get the prize money.
Reader thought about that hard, money was the only thing she thought about these days. She had long forgotten about the other things, about the trophies or fame. None of that mattered to her anymore, it never really did in the first place. The first few tournaments where fun. Keeping her entertained for a while, they where fun and new to her. No longer did she simply train for herself, but to win against someone else in a ring. The mats called to her at every competition she entered, urging her to fight. To bring out her full potential against every opponent she faced.
That was fun for a while, but now it was normal in her eyes.
The fun had long since run its course and now it was only a goal of a quick victory and money.
Reader closed her eyes in thought before huffing "Yeah well that's all I wanted to do while we where here. Maybe I wanted to do my own little fun thing, normal kids can suck dick for all I car."
"Language!" Aunt Lizz hissed making Reader moan. She hated when Reader used any kind of foul language, even if she herself used it quite often. Reader shimmied down in her seat and crossed her arms. Fingers digging into the bottom of her shirt, taking over the line of her chubby belly at the very bottom.
The karate exhibit was all she wanted to do, that's what she found fun. She enjoyed reading about history, that included old commotions and tournaments. When her Aunt had talked about going to California for a break for all of their past moving, she knew she had to check out the exhibit.
All-Valley may have been a state wide and recognized competition, but that didn't mean it stayed in just CA.
It was a very popular event even outside the state. Their where all kinds of forms all over the internet that discussed it. The tournament had been held for quite a few decades which spurred a whole fanbase online. People from all generations would chime with their experiences and thoughts surrounding the event. Even people from the 70s and 80s could be found online talking about it.
When she happened upon some of the reddits talking about it she was instantly interested. She read all she could about the past of the huge event.
One thing that brought her down was the fact that she sadly missed the last tournament by months. It wouldn't be held for another year or so. It was sad but she knew they would most likely not be coming back to the state anytime soon. There where other events she wanted to be in- no needed to be in. She couldn't wait on CA for a stupid low ranking event like All-Valley.
All-Valley wasn't going to pay the rent any time soon let's put it that way. She had other more important things to think about. Other tournaments that would pay a hefty prize for her hard work.
"Well it's a good thing we left early then. We have about four hours before our flight takes off anyway. At least we have some nice ac going." Aunt Lizz laughed a little while fanning herself. Reader quickly blinked bringing herself out of her negative thoughts. She gave her a small nod while going back to looking out of the window. She needed to think positively, not think about things like what if.
The car was silent for a while, only the blaring of the ac fan and the sounds of pissed-off car horns.
What felt like hours ticked by before a sharp loud phone ringing went off. Aunt Lizz jumped a little in her seat before looking around. Quickly she searched her pockets for her buzzing phone. She cussed under her breath as she finally found the blaring object. She placed it near her ear while answering the call. Her voice was little pitched saying "Yes this is Lizz Token, who's this?". The smile on her face slowly went, replaced by a serious look.
Reader couldn't tell what was going on as she watched her aunts face twist up. It was almost like her face didn't know what to do. Not knowing if she would be serious or upset.
Reader couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the line, the ac was too loud for that. All she could go off of was her aunt's face.
"I understand, I can be there in about two hours. I can set up the arrangements once I get there, thank you for call me. Goodbye." Her voice was neutral and bull as she clicked to end the call. She slowly sat the phone down in her lap, her eyes trained hard on the road ahead of them. She looked absolutely defeated.
"We aren't getting on the plane."
There was a long pause as the two of them sat in the quiet car.
Before Reader could even get a word out Aunt Lizz said.
"Your Aunt Katie is dead. She down at the morgue at Saint John's, she died in the traffic accident on the freeway."
Reader wanted to say something, anything that could change the mode. But she found think of a single thing. Both her mind and emotions were fogged over by the news.
"I never said anything but Katie put me under her affairs if anything where to happen to her. When we where little...she was really sick, it made her paranoid. She didn't want to leave any cracks on her estate if she died young. I just never thought..." her breath shook a little before she continued " Something like this would actually end up happening." Her eyes started to well up with fat tears. Soon they were silently streaming down her cheeks. A hand covered her mouth as she sobbed.
Her silent weeping went on for a while.
Reader could only look out her window with down cased eyes. Head resting heavily against the cool glass. Small tears pooled at the edge of her eyes.
None of them fell, she had already cried enough for the dead.
Aunt Katie was just another face that would fade from her mind over time.
Once again she was stuck because death decided to try and box her in.
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The hospital was much colder than the car had been by a long shot. The sliding doors of the building opened almost gracefully. A puff of fresh cold air hit Reader right in the face while walking in. Aunt Lizz's tears were long gone but a warm burn was still on her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and red from her tears in the car. With a small smile, she walked up to a nurse at the front desk. Her voice was low, almost in a whisper as she asked for directions to whoever she would need to speak to.
She could only guess that the morgue was somewhere lower in the building.
If it wasn't for the sad fact that her Aunt Katie was a close relative Reader would have tried to pull a basement joke. But she knew it was better to keep her mouth shut right now. The bitter wound was still wide open. It would be rubbing salt into an open wound.
The nice nurse at the desk instructed them to another floor in the building. It was a bit lower but not by much only a floor it two down from the main lobby. Both thanked the women before heading to the elevator. Luckily they found an open and empty one and rode it down. Getting out of the elevator they found themselves in a still decently crowded hallway. People and staff roamed the open hallway, Reader did her best to step out of their way as they tacked down the hall. She was quick to stay as close to her aunt as possible as they walked. After a few minutes, they finally found the nurse's station for the floor.
After a bit of talking and some paperwork was checked off a staff member offered to escort them down to the morgue. Another member of staff along with a doctor would be down there to give more details about Aunt Katie's untimely death.
Just as Reader was about to follow behind them Aunt Lizz turned around and stopped her in her tracks.
"You stay here kid, Katie was a special case and I kinda respect her for that. I know she wouldn't have wanted you to see her like that. Not now and not ever okay? You can just stay here and wait for me to come back. I won't be long I promise." before Reader could complain about the situation Aunt Lizz was walking down the hallway. Reader sighed before looking around. There had to be something to do around here while she waited. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some chairs near the nurse's station.
Slowly she walked one and sat down for a moment. Looking around she took in her surroundings.
There were a lot of people but most of them looked to be nurses and other hospital staff. She only noticed one or two doctors walk by the whole time she was sitting there. Reader's eyes gazed over the white walls and white tiled floor. The hospital made her stomach turn and not because of her bad past with them. There was just something about the sickly clean yet stuffy air that made her shiver. Gut turning and nose itching to get as far away from the place as possible.
In an attempt to look past the sick feeling in her belly, she turned her attention back to the nurse's station. She watched as a few nurses stopped in, writing things on charts, going through the computers that line the inside of the tall desk. A few looked through an old filing cabinet near the wall. They pulled files out while a few put some new ones in. Her eyes watched as a woman in hospital scrubs went into one of the old mental draws and pulled out a file. Before she could get too far down the hall the whole file slipped form her hands and onto the floor. Papers were tossed everywhere and a few even floated to the floor.
Quickly Reader rushed over and started to help pick up some of the fallen papers. She stacked them in the crook of her arm before looking up to meet the eyes of the other woman.
She was met with two big pools of rich brown eyes staring back at her, a small smile on her lips.
"Thank you so much for helping me sweetie, I can't believe no one tried to help me out here." she laughed a little under her breath. All Reader could do was smile and give a small laugh back. Shifting the papers to her hand she helped to place them back into the flimsy paper file once again.
"Why are you down here? This isn't a patient floor, did you get lost looking for someone?" she questions with a raised brow. Reader takes notice of the small badge on her scrubs. Carmen Diaz, X-Ray. It sat clipped to her shirt pocket perfectly, the laminate holder shining in the dim overhead light.
Reader shakes her head with a small smile "No uh, I don't want to sound...one of my aunt's died....she was one of the ones killed in the big traffic accident earlier today. I'm with my other aunt here to collect her things. But....my aunt didn't want me to see her body so she's making me wait for her here." she scratches at the back of neck. She didn't want to be the person to start venting about her relative dying to a stranger of all people. Especially to some random nurse she just met in the hallway.
"Oh I'm so sorry for your loss, I heard about the big accident. We've had a lot of the victims coming in all morning and afternoon. I only came down here because I need some records. Other wise I would still be upstairs pumping out X-rays. Car accidents are the worst because just about everyone needs an X-ray." she says with a light-hearted tone. Carmen gives her a small smile which lightens the mood a bit. There is almost a nurturing nature that sounds like her.
"You know I have a son around your age."
"Oh really?" Reader taps her foot a bit while looking around. Her nerves start to act up the longer she stands in the sanitized hallway.
"Yes, his name is Miguel. I know he hates hospitals too." she takes notice of Reader's sore posture. Clearly seeing how anxious she is, watching as her eyes dart around the place. Her eyes never stay in one place for too long.
Reader snorts saying "Well I have to agree with him, but also who REALLY likes hospitals in general? I mean I know we need them but who actually likes them like that." Carmen tries not to laugh. Sometimes she forgot how blunt some teens could be. Miguel wasn't the sort to be overly blunt so it was little new for her. However, she still dealt with a lot of teens these days with multiple personalities.
"I just know he would say the same thing. Iv offered to let him come to work with me to feel things down but he turned me down every single time. Though I know you kids would rather be out messing with friends and all of that kind of stuff. I guess that's one thing that will never change with teenagers, no matter what generation." Reader wants to agree with her but can't.
She has spent most of her early teenage years moving around and tracing that she never did much with others. She really couldn't keep friends long enough for thy kind of stuff. Bouncing from state to state every other month or even to another country. That didn't give her many opportunities to make friends. On rare occasions, she would meet up with some of her opponents from past karate events. But those special moments were far between. It was sad to think about for too long.
"Reader! Come on we have to go now." the voice of Auny Lizz buzzed from the nurses station. She smiled and motioned for Reader to come back. Reader sighed before turning back to Carmen.
"Well it was nice meeting you Carmen, maybe we will meet again sometime."
"Well hopeful it's under better circumstances and not at a hospital. Have a good day Reader and stay safe out there." Carmen grinned before waving her off.
Reader couldn't help but smile just a little bit. It wasn't exactly an exciting conversation but she couldn't lie that she felt a little better. Maybe she just needed to get her mind off the sad news. Reader followed next to her Aunt as they walked back to the elevators.
"Who was that?"
"Just a nice X-ray lady, she was telling me about her son. I guess her around my age."
"Well maybe that's a good thing, maybe you can meet up with him sometime."
Reader raised a brow as she hit the elevator button. The doors slowly started to close as she looked over at her Aunt for an explanation.
What did she get into this time?
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omg everyone’s ex story have got me with my jaw DROPPED (!!!)
but lol, if y’all don’t mind i gotta trash talk my ex too bc he makes me laugh lol. SO 👏 my entire life i had mostly been interested in girls (i’m afab) but i had this guy best friend since high school that was crushing on me hardcore the entire time and i knew, but i was just never interested in guys so i just kinda looked the other way lmao. but anyway, i loved him so much and he was the only person i had ever opened up to completely. like every traumatic thing that had ever happened to me? he 100% knew about it.
so anyway, fast forward to college and we start spending a lot more time together and i was frequently stealing his bed at the dorms because my roommate wasn’t a good person and at some point i realized that i might also be having feelings for him too and i was very confused because again, i mostly liked girls and only ever made an effort with girls. but hey whatever, i tried to play it cool but one night we took shrooms together and we ended up having some VERY emotionally invested sex lmao
THEN we started dating after that and i shit you not, we only lasted a MONTH. the thing was that we had a friend in common who lived like three houses away from campus and we often visited her there and she hosted a lot of parties. one day i couldn’t reach him at all, so i contacted his roommate and he said that they were tripping together alone at her house and i was like ??? excuse me??? so i basically flew over there and they were making out on her couch
when i tell you i was LIVID. ohh i was pissed.
i then found out that out of the four weeks we dated, they’d been a thing for three 🙃
this asshole, who had been my best friend since high school, to whom i’d shared e v e r y t h i n g about me to, who’d been chasing me since the beginning and was still chasing me in college started cheating with our friend the moment he pulled me lmfao and made me look SO stupid every time we visited her at her place because ALSO EVERYONE knew except for me 🙃🙃🙃
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HUH????? HELLO?????????? DID I READ THIS CORRECTLY 😧😧😧😧 no fr what IS IT with men who are so persistent at chasing after you… AND THEN THEY FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU….. like colossal waste of everyone’s time and makes you feel so fucking stupid 😭 4 weeks is crazy and 3 weeks of those being with a whole other person is crazier 😭😭😭😭 might be a stupid question but do you guys still talk at all?? I feel like I’d have to cut him off for the rest of my life I deadass could not deal with that knowledge 🤕 I tried breaking up with my ex the first time he started playing games and he would not stop texting me in the middle of the night and calling to apologize and begging me to stay and he was so drunk when I answered so I felt bad and took him back and he literally started seeking out other girls like a week later and then cheated on me maybe 3 months after that. Fucking waste of my time scum garbage human fr I was going insane trying to piece together who he was cheating on me with and everyone called me crazy and I was right about every single thing in the end. I needed so much therapy I dyed my hair red my eating disorder got so bad I fr was never the same and I can’t bring myself to date again 😭 I’m so sorry that happened to you anon you deserve so so so much better and I hope you never get your time wasted like that again ☹️🫶 I love you and I’m always here if you need to vent !! 🩷🫶
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Hi, I hope you don't mind this ask, I just kind of- wanted a space to verbalize some of my thoughts on my complicated feelings about my own disability. And, idk, maybe this could resonate with some other people too.
Basically, I've sort of considered myself disabled for a little while, because, well. A disability is something that impacts your ability to function and carry out tasks and activities, and my abilities to do those things is certainly impacted. But I always felt guilty for thinking of myself like that, because most of my struggles felt like they only impacted the things I did for leisure, and it felt like I was being overdramatic. Even now, it still feels weird to call myself disabled, like I'm doing something wrong.
I say all of this because it's set-up to the fact that I recently realized that I have a lot less functioning than I thought I did. I am in school, and I have good grades, which is a large part of why I was dismissing everything. But I realized that I still only take four classes, and they're all decently easy work (as in, the intellectual work I have to put into them isn't particularly high), and yet I still rarely go to a full week of classes and can't do much outside of school once I get home from a school day. I do eat regularly, but that's mostly because I'm lucky enough to still live with my very nice father who's willing to cook for me, and when he's not around, I essentially don't eat food that takes any preparation beyond "open a container".
And. It was a very strange experience to come to this realization, and instead of being saddened by it, feeling happy and lifted up. Instead of being crushed by the weight of things I couldn't do, it felt refreshing to newly recognize how surprisingly short my limits are.
Now that I think on it, I believe I know why I felt that joy. On some level, I'd already known my limits, and loathed everything they kept me from doing, but I'd never really made the mental connection that those limits were due to my disability. In addition, it felt legitimizing to my struggles to realize that there was a deeper reason than I'd thought as to why I struggle despite having an easy life. (Of course, disability isn't the only legitimate reason why someone can struggle, but it's hard to apply things you logically know to your own emotions sometimes)
So. If anyone else is still reading this, I guess what I want to say is that it's okay to be glad that you're disabled, or for your first reaction to realizing that you're disabled/more severely disabled than you'd thought to be joy. It can bring you a sense of validation to finally feel like you have a reason for struggling with things most other people seem to find easy. It isn't selfish, and it isn't just "having an excuse to be lazy" or "invading the space of real disabled people".
thank you for sharing your experience; i relate to this, too. and this kinda reminds me of how i felt about being fat. for the longest time, i felt like i was too fat, and didnt deserve to take up so much space. it lead to me having a really distorted, hateful view of my body.
but once i encountered fat liberationists, many of whom were actually bigger than me, things changed. i saw them be happy and fight back. they taught me to stop blaming myself. the fategories allowed me to see myself in relation to other fat people, instead of skinny people through BMI.
im between small-mid fat, but BMI says im morbidly obese. for a while i thought i was just comforted by the idea that i wasnt as fat as I thought i was, but that felt fatphobic to me. until i realized, it was that i realized i wasn't too much, because none of us (fat people) are. all bodies are different, and that includes size, too.
the comfort ultimately came from finally being able to look at my body and see *me* - not the skinny person i was "supposed to be." i was humanized, as who i really am. in both cases - disability and fatness - its recognizing the reality of our existence that affirms us.
#asks#anon#disability#fat#fatness#fategories#bmi#fatphobia#ableism#disabled#anti ableism#anti fatphobia#body posi#body positivity#body positive
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oh my god HELLO i just logged back into tumblr and i screamed when i saw the two chapters you posted 😭 THEY ARE SERIOUSLY everything i could’ve dreamt of and more holy shit u are now my fave person in the world. also yes dw i did mean lover by taylor PLS. u have seriously made me the happiest person on the planet and i will be reading all 10k+ words. ily never stop writing
HI LOVE IM SO GLAD YOU'RE LIKING THIS 😭 you're officially my fave person in the world too, ily and thank u for such sweet words!!
here's chapter three <3
i want them all, robin x you (part 3!)
"We could let our friends crash in the living room
This is our place, we make the call"
part 2! part 4!
You leave the living room to go find more ice and smile like an idiot when you see her cleaning a couple of cups on the sink. Seeing her exist so naturally in your own house still made you unreasonably happy.
She was always beautiful, but tonight it was almost too much. Happiness did that for her. And, against all odds, she had been wrong all those times before. People, or a few of them, weren't that bad. Having friends was not a time bomb, a catastrofe waiting to happen, an eternal countdown. It was pretty cool. And it made her happy. So happy.
This year had been absolutely insane. It was exhausting to even think about it. But along the chaos, hatred and tragedy you two had grown closer to people you'd never in the world would’ve thought. I mean, fucking Steve Harrington was in your house right now! And you were okay with it! You were more than okay. You –and don't you ever tell him– kinda liked him..? Sophomore you is probably calling you a traitor in every language possible, how could you like that idiot?
Honestly, it had been just as surprising as it sounds. It’s not like you planned it.
But Robin and you desperately needed jobs during the summer –cause again, the running away thing– and the mall had recently opened so that was the most obvious choice. Besides, it meant spending all that time together without thinking excuses for your parents, and for two hormonal teenagers who had started dating just a couple months before, it was the best news in the world. Until you found out who was the third person that was gonna be working there. No joke, you almost quit on the spot. Not Steve! Literally anyone but Steve. And you knew Robin felt the same, even though she assured you pretty much every day that Tammy Thompson was not someone she thought about anymore.
But he was pretty chill now that he was out of Hawkins High. Which only proved your theory, school was a monster. He was great with kids, (he had a lot of kid friends, that was kinda weird) he knew how to handle customers (unless it was pretty girls) and he would always cover your shift if you needed to. He was also falling for your girlfriend, which wasn’t great but it was a bit amusing. Overall, he was a good guy.
But you liking Steve was only the beginning of the crazy things that happened during the summer. First there was the code, then the fucking elevator, then the russians (how could you forget the russians?) and then the magic kid and the giant monster.
So it was safe to say, summer had been wild.
Autumn had flown by after all that mess, and senior year had been good so far. Nobody tells you how exciting school can be when you have someone to secretly make out with in the bathroom. Your relationship was as good as it's ever been, keeping secrets was basically second nature for both of you. As sad as that might sound.
Good thing is, your mom and dad had decided to take a vacation for the holidays. Three. Entire. Weeks. Of an empty house and a possibility for you two of, inside these four walls, having a normal life. She had packed a bag and told her parents you were going to yet another break up and were in the urgent need of a “girls week”. Sometimes, like two percent of the time, being gay ruled.
You had spent these weeks cooking, reading, singing and wearing down every vinyl on your collection. Doing all those things you normally wouldn't. And it has been the best time of your life. Every time it got clearer and clearer that Robin was who you wanted to spend your life with. Even if that was something you would never confess to her right now. Even if legally that couldn’t even happen.
“You’re staring” she says. You just snort and hug her from behind. Struggling to get to her shoulder.
“Who gave you the right to be this tall, huh? Who do you think you are?” she laughs at your tease, pretending she can't hear what you're saying from so far above. With that she earns a light punch to her side.
“Ow!”
“You deserved it” you say with a smile that gets quickly attacked by her kiss. Surprised, you look at her with your eyebrows up. “What was that?”
“Oh, it's just something called kissing…” she jokes “I can give lessons anytime soon if you want. Ow!” another punch to the side.
“I mean– we have guests in the house”
“So what? They’re over there and it wouldn’t be so bad either if they found out, right?” your face shows confusion but you keep your smile. “Why are you looking at me that way? If you don’t want them to find out, I won’t tell them or do anything in front of them. At least not on purpose, but you know how hard it is for me to actually shut up! I mean the other day Steve heard me say goodbye to you over the phone and I had to tell him my grandma calls me babygirl and–- “
You kiss her again just to shut her up. A very recurrent situation in your relationship.
“I don’t care, Rob. But I thought you did…” you hug her a little tighter and you feel her relax in your arms.
“I mean, it’s not like I want the entire school to know about it… But maybe just Steve?”
“You wanna tell Steve?” you ask once again just to make sure she’s really okay with it.
“Yeah”
“Alright, then we’ll tell him.” you smile and she follows right after “We wait until Nancy and Jonathan are gone?” she nods and you let her continue with the dishes. The music sounds muffled from here, but you can hear laughter above it.
“So, just for the sake of the tradition…” you ask, sitting above the counter, next to her. “Where are you thinking of running away this year?”
She smiles to herself and thinks for a minute before answering, gaze never leaving the cups.
“Honestly… nowhere.”
You gasp, jokingly. “Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend?”
She laughs a bit, but she’s serious when she says:
“What have you done to me? You made Hawkins a livable place!”
That thought, the fact that she didn’t care about where she was physically as long as she had you, made you melt with love. She was the sweetest person and you loved her so much it hurt. So, naturally, before leaving the kitchen with the ice in hand you have to steal one more kiss from her. You had planned a simple, quick kiss, but your girlfriend decided to grab your face and deepened it. You had cero (0) complaints, of course, but when you hear Jonathan’s steps in the hallway you barely have time to pull away.
“Guys? Steve just landed on the sacred stair and he might have to go back all the way to the start!” he explains as he enters the kitchen. You both hope he wont realize the faint traices of sexual tension left on the air. Or how you two are a liiitle closer than usual “Hurry up!”
You grab the ice and follow him out of the kitchen, not before shooting Robin a grin.
The other two were still in the living room playing some kind of game Dustin had invented. It made absolutely no sense, but Steve had promised to learn the rules and play with him. Robin had landed in some kind of pit so she had lost fifteen turns. Jonathan was a little ahead of you, but he had terrible luck with the dice. You were doing pretty good, but had drawn a curse card at the beginning of the game, which made it impossible for you to advance more than five steps at a time. And Nancy and Steve were currently fighting for the win. Nancy, who had landed on the “silence cave” and could not talk for the next two turns, was four steps behind him, but now Steve had landed on the “Sacred Stair”.
“So now if you get anything but a three you're doomed?” you ask, incredulously, as soon as you sit back on the table.
Nancy nods, Jonathan checks the handwritten manual for the fifth time, and you can’t help but laugh at Steve’s worried face.
“C’mon, Steve. You can do this.” he cheers himself up. You hear Robin scream “WAIT FOR ME” from the kitchen. A couple seconds later she's back at her spot next to you.
“Give me a three, a three, a three…” he throws the little dice a little too hard, it rolls and rolls and falls under the table. “NOBODY MOVE” All of you four find it hilarious how seriously he was taking this game.
“ITS A FIVE” informs your girlfriend with a smile on her face.
“NO WAY”
“YOU LOST!” joyfully screams Nancy, who was also taking this more seriously than she should.
“WHERE IS IT?”
“Now you have to go back to the book of secrets, babe” laughs her boyfriend.
“ITS A FUCKING FIVE. OH, C'MON!” he laments “After all the time that I spent trying to get the fives for the Philosopher Monster!”
And for a second everyone is happy –except for Steve, obviously– and for the first time in your life you are certain you have found your people.
The rest of the night practically flies by and when you all notice it’s ten thirty. Jonathan and Nancy had promised to be home by eleven, to celebrate with their families, so they say goodbye and thank you for the invitation. Nancy doesn’t lose the opportunity to make fun of Steve one more time before leaving.
“Let’s do this again sometime!” says Jonathan, kind as always.
“Yes! Can’t wait to beat you again, Steve!”
“Oh, shut up”
After a little more bickering the couple is gone and Steve stands by the door awkwardly. You know the problem, he didn’t have any family to spend the night with and he was also too embarrassed to tell you both, which was ridiculous.
“Well… I should get going too…”
“Steve, dingus, you can stay over '' clarifies Robin. His face lights up a bit, but he’s still a bit unsure.
“You’re sure?” he asks you, the owner of the house.
“Of course, Harrington.” You smile and he gives you a hug that catches you off guard. He even takes advantage of the height difference too and lifts you a little off the ground. You laugh and hit him on the back of the head, jokingly. “Put me down, idiot!” he does so and thanks you once more “Now, when you had the genius idea of knocking the board off the table–“
“Nancy’s fault!”
“… you also knocked the little carrots, I want them out of my floor by the time I’m done with dishes. Robin you’re in swapping duty, or the spilled soda it's gonna end up sticking to the floor”
“Yes, ma’am!” They both say. Posing as soldiers, with hands on their foreheads. You roll your eyes, and make your way to the kitchen.
After a while of tedious cleaning, —those damn carrots had flown everywhere— you take downstairs the couple of mattresses you kept for visitors and make a big bed in the middle of the living room. Steve’s early Christmas gift for Robin and you, a Queen record, was playing softly in the background and the clock on the wall marked fifteen minutes till midnight.
Steve’s in the bathroom but Robin and you are already in bed. She’s nervous, you can tell. She’s slightly trembling and fidgeting with her hands. It isn’t really the first time you both do this, but it’s as terrifying as the last time:
You two walk the distance between your math class and Mr Hauser’s classroom as you damn this fucking school for being so closed minded. All you wanna do right now is hold her shaking hand.
“We don't have to do this, you know?”
“But I want to.” She reminds you. You’re unsure “I really do. I'm just a bit nervous.”
“Are you sure this is gonna be fine? Maybe we could start with someone safer?” you offer when you face the door. Robin shakes her head no.
“Trust me, there’s no one safer than Mr Hauser.” you’re still not a hundred percent convinced, but she looks sure of her words and you would trust her with your life, so you knock on the door.
You both enter after you hear his “come in!”. He looks surprised to see you.
“Robin! Y/N! How nice to see you both” he greets.
“Hi” says Robin, who’s getting more and more nervous every second that passes.
“Hi, Mr Hauser.”
You occupy the first two seats as you chat about your winter break. Well, you and Mr Hauser, Robin is weirdly quiet because of the nerves. You try to help by holding her hand under the table.
“All the way to California?” the teacher is telling you about the winter break he spent visiting his family “That must have been nice"
“Yes! Great weather. And I even managed to find a copy of–”
“SO WE'RE DATING” says Robin out of the blue. You look at her astonished. “Y/N and I, we’re kinda– not kinda, we’re dating.” she explains. Her face is the same shade of red as her converse.
“Oh…” he says with a confused smile. You hold your breath, you know how much Mr Hauser means to her and not having his support would be devastating for Robin. “That’s great! I’m happy for you both"
You continue with the conversation, Robin actually participating this time. You even get to tell him all about your traveling plans. You also find out Mr Hauser was already aware of Operation Croissant, apparently Robin told him all about it, and he confesses he pretty much knew there was something going on between you two.
You’re having a really good time, but after a while you need to go. Today you had a geography test and you needed every second possible to study so you say goodbye to her and the teacher and make your way to the library. As soon as you leave Robin turns back to see Mr Hauser, who’s looking at her with a grin, waiting for her to talk.
“I know that you feel like I'm rushing into this, and it's probably a bad idea to make all these plans when we’re so young and delusional but—” she starts to ramble.
“Robin…"
“No, no, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘That’s just me being really in love for the first time’ but honestly it feels like i'm never gonna love anybody but her. Which I know sounds ridiculous cause we’re only seventeen and we have all our lives ahead of us an–”
“I was going to say that you look genuinely happy for the first time, Robin.” he explains with a small smile.
“Oh…” she breathes “I am. I really am.”
“Then there’s nothing more to say.”
So the whole telling Mr Hauser had gone well, and chances were telling Steve would go just as good. But it still felt awfully scary.
“STEVE, CAN YOU HURRY UP, DUDE?” Robin yells at him. She just wants to let it out.
“IM IN THE BATHROOM” he complains.
“AND WHAT’S TAKING YOU SO LON—?”
“WE DON’T WANT DETAILS. I REPEAT, WE DO NOT WANT DETAILS” you look at her with an ‘are you insane?’ look. Robin shrugs and you sight. “Rob, it’s gonna be okay, dummy. It’s just Steve.”
She looks at you and you know she’s really trying to believe you, but it's just not that simple.
“I know, I know. It 's just… too much, sometimes.” She shows her trembling hands and this time you do kiss her, taking advantage of the fact Steve’s still in the bathroom. Starting to realize this might be the last time hiding kisses. At least from him.
That sounded wonderful. So wonderful you kiss her even fondly. She accepts it, running her hand through your hair.
“WHAT?”
Oh, fuck.
You drift apart from your girlfriend, who is still too shocked to even speak. She has the same guilty smile as you do. Like two kids caught red handed.
“…WHEN? W— WHAT?”
You might have broken Steve.
“YOU TWO ARE…” he starts to guess.
“Dating, yeah.” You explain. But that doesn’t erase his frown and confused gaze.
“For how long?” He says after a few seconds of silence.
You turn to Robin with a knowing look. “…a while”
“FOR HOW LONG Y/LN?” He’s not mad, just surprised. How could he have missed this completely?
“Nine months.” you reply.
“WHAT? SO YOU WERE ALREADY DATING WHEN I MET YOU?”
“Technically–” finally speaks Robin “ …yes. But only for a few weeks.”
“Wait, and all that time I…”
“Wanted to bang my girlfriend?” You complete his sentence “Yes, that was funny. But I don’t blame you, though, look at her.”
“Oh, shut up” complains Robin, rolling her eyes at you. You respond by sticking your tongue out. She tries to hide her smile, but, as always, fails miserably.
You’re about to make fun of her yet again, but remember Steve’s still sitting in front of you. He’s wearing one of your giant t-shirts, those he's been trying to steal for the longest time, you make a mental note to make sure he actually gives it back before leaving tomorrow morning. He’s still processing, you think, but just to make sure Robin asks:
“Are you… Are you okay with it?” there’s worry in her voice and that makes him snap out of his thoughts.
“Of course!” he assures and you feel her breathe again. It physically hurts to see her that anxious. She didn’t deserve a single bad thing. Ever. “I mean it’s a lot. And I feel like an idiot for not noticing–”
“Oh, that’s old news, Steve.” Robin chuckles, he doesn't find it as funny.
“Well I was gonna talk about how you two are actually a match made in heaven and how I'm so happy for you guys, but whatever...”
“Dear God, you’re such a drama queen.”
“Come over here, you dingus.”
You three hug and when you drift apart Robin’s smile could light up the room. You have never seen her smiling so big. It takes you every bit of self control to not kiss her right there on the spot.
Then you remember. You can! You can kiss her right here right now! In front of someone!
So you do.
“Gross!” Jokes Steve. Earning not one but two punches, one in each shoulder.
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31. Layers
Layer 1: The Basics
Name: Mila
Age: 28
Birthday: 23rd July
Gender: Female
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Layer 2: Your Family
Do you have any brothers or sisters?
One younger sister.
Do you have any pets?
A cat.
Do you still live with your parents?
Not really.
Do you have any stepparents?
Nope.
How many cousins do you have?
Closest cousins, four.
Layer 3: Your Friends
Who is your best friend?
Sam.
Who have you been friends with the longest?
I guess Millie from elementary school.
What do you like to do with your friends?
Go to gigs and concerts, sit in cafes and chat, travel, take walks, visit new places...
Do you have more friends online or in real life?
Now in real life. I used to have a bunch of online friends in high school though. Only one of those is still in my life, but she's not my online friend anymore, now she's a long-distance friend since we actually met.
What is a good way to make friends with others?
You're asking the wrong person, lol. I have no clue how to make friends or what I did when I made the ones I have. I'm always a bit shocked when people actually enjoy my company.
Layer 4: Your Home
Do you live in a home, apartment, duplex, trailer, etc?
An apartment.
How many rooms are there in your house?
Two.
Is your home large or small?
Small.
What is your favorite room in your house, and why?
Hmm, probably the living room. It's the most spacious room and I spend most of the time there.
Do you prefer having people over to your house, or would you rather go to theirs?
I prefer visiting people than hosting them lol. It's a nice change of pace too.
Layer 5: Can You
Can you fold your tongue into the taco shape?
I think so?
Can you touch your toes without bending your knees?
Yes.
Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?
Lol no way.
Can you hold up your end of a physical fight?
I highly doubt it.
Can you do any yo-yo tricks?
Probably not.
Layer 6: Who
Who inspires you the most, and why?
Lately, BTS. Obviously I don't know them, but I love their message and strive to be as kind, thoughtful, and caring as they are.
Who helps you maintain your sanity?
Refer to the answer above lol
Who do you go to most often for advice?
I don't normally ask for advice even when I probably should tbh. I guess if I really felt like I couldn't do without it, I'd go to my best friend.
Who knows you better than you know yourself?
I don't think anyone does.
Who is someone that you would die or put your life on the line for, no questions asked?
My sister and my best friend.
Layer 7: Do you
Do you still eat sandwiches without the crusts?
No, I love the crust. Always loved it.
Do you typically finish your meal at a restaurant, or need to take a container home?
Usually I do, but sometimes we go to these big family meals and order way too much. Then we bring food home.
Do you pull an Oreo apart in order to eat it?
Depends on the mood.
Do you read a lot of gossip magazines?
Nah, are they even a thing anymore?
Do you make friends easily?
Not at all. I'm easy-going enough, I just struggle to push past acquaintanceship into a friendship. I don't like opening up, have avoidant attachment, and generally don't come across as instantly friendly or charming. Sooo yeah, not the best combo for making friends.
Layer 8: How Many?
How many people live in your house with you?
Here in this flat, just me and my sister.
How many pets have you had in your lifetime?
I've had a rabbit and now a cat.
How many tries does it take you to become successful at something?
Depends on the thing, but I usually grasp things pretty quickly.
How many meals do you eat a day?
One or two.
How many people can you honestly tolerate?
Idk, I can tolerate plenty of people.
Layer 9: How
How do you typically get to school or work?
I work from home, so I just get up and grab my laptop. Sometimes I go to a cafe for a change of pace, but that's it.
How do you deal with a breakup?
I mean, you just kinda have to go through it, right? Feel what you're feeling and ride it out. I tend to distract myself, that's how I deal with all unpleasant feelings. Eventually it all dulls down.
How do you like to help others?
Hmmm well I like to listen to people. That doesn't mean I'm any good at actual emotional support or giving advice, but I can definitely listen.
How do you know when you’ve found “the one”?
I don't think it's something you know, it's more like a feeling. I don't have a really good answer to this since I haven't found the one and I'm not sure I believe in the concept either, but those times that I thought I did, it was just a feeling that this person really gets you in some fundamental way and you get them. You can be seemingly totally different and maybe even disagree on a bunch of things, but something inside just clicks.
But anyway, as I said, I might be wrong.
How do you sleep in bed?
I sleep half on my side, half on my stomach without a pillow.
Layer 10: What
What do you think happens when we die?
I don't know. I personally hope for reincarnation and that makes the most sense to me.
What do you do if there’s no toilet paper left on the roll and you’re already peeing?
I get up and get some, nothing else I can do.
What do you eat most often?
Probably chicken in any form.
What toys did you enjoy most as a child?
Dolls, Barbies, I don't know, all sorts of toys.
What do you do if you witness someone being awful to someone else?
I mean, it depends. But I'm unlikely to do anything if it's two people I don't know. Unless it's like, seriously crossing the line.
Layer 11: Where
Where is your favorite place to eat out?
This sushi restaurant that I always go to, but tbh, the other weekend my sister and I went to a Korean restaurant and oh my god, it was heavenly. That one's quickly climbing the ranks.
Where is the place that has the best ice cream in your area?
I actually have no clue where I can get good ice cream here.
Where did you meet your current or last significant other?
It wasn't a significant other per se, but we met at university.
Where can you be found at 7 PM. typically?
Probably at home or German class.
Where can you find the best French fries?
I don't know.
Layer 12: When
When did you find out the truth about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy?
I don't remember, but I don't think my parents ever lied about any of that lol. I think they always straight up told us they were the ones buying presents.
When do you typically fall asleep?
At around 4 AM.
When was the last time that someone paid you a compliment?
Hmm Saturday, Sophie complimented my outfit.
When do you feel most comfortable?
At home.
When did you last go to the bathroom?
A few hours ago, I don't remember.
Layer 13: Why
Why do you enjoy taking surveys so much?
It's fun and kind of therapeutic. I don't know, I get to ask myself questions I might not ask otherwise. Helps me with bad mood. Good place to pour my heart and soul since I don't really have another outlet for that.
Why do people gossip so much?
I guess out of boredom, innate human need for drama, as a distraction, idk, plenty of reasons.
Why can’t humans fly?
Gravity.
Why aren’t you doing something else right now?
It's very late, I'm done with my work, and I just want to chill before bed.
Why is the sky blue?
Well which colour would you prefer it to be?
Layer 14: If...
If you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on?
Ah, what wouldn't I do... I'd travel the world. Give some to my parents and my sister, give more to charity, and idk. I don't think I'd buy anything extravagant, but you never know until you actually come into that money.
If you found out someone was cheating on you, would you ever take them back?
No. I mean, what would be the point? There would be no trust there anymore, and I struggle with trust as it is. If I decided to open up to someone and let them into my life and they betrayed me, that would be it.
If you found a wallet with cash in the street, including identification, would you turn it in? Why or why not?
I would because someone stole my wallet once and my ID was in there. They probably took the cash and threw the rest away, but getting a new ID and replacing bank cards and stuff was so annoying. No one should have to deal with it.
If you could have any food right now, what would you like?
Chocolate.
If you found out that the world was going to end tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
I mean, I don't know. There's not much I could do, so I guess I'd just take a day off and chill.
Layer 15: Firsts
When did you lose your first tooth?
I don't remember, I think a bit before I started school or so.
Who was your first teacher that you ever had?
Mirjana was her name.
When did you first learn how to ride a bike?
Again, I was in preschool, so like 4-5.
When was the first time you had sex?
Haven't.
Did your first birthday have a theme to it?
Uhh, I don't think so. I know where they celebrated it, but I think it was just a gathering of my parents' friends and a big party that I didn't want to be a part of.
Layer 16: Lasts
Last person you texted: My best friend.
Last drink you sipped: Water.
Last time you rode a bike: A little over a month, I think. Maybe almost two.
Last time you swam in a pool: Hmm, sometime in the summer. Like, July, August.
Last person you hugged: I have no clue now tbh.
Layer 17: Favorites
Favorite Color: Blue, any shade.
Favorite Season: Spring.
Favorite Shape: Hmmm, I like spirals if that counts
Favorite Letter: K
Favorite Number: 11
Layer 18: This or That
Pepsi or Coke?
I honestly don't care either way.
Movies or Television?
Ummm, movies?
Phone or Tablet?
Phone.
Fruits or Vegetables?
Fruits.
Animals or Humans?
Animals any day.
Layer 19: Which
Which Poke’mon is your favorite?
Psyduck lol
Which day of the week is your favorite?
I'm still a big fan of Friday/Saturday, even if technically now I work whenever, which means I also work weekends sometimes.
Which birthday celebration was the most memorable for you?
Like, my own? Hm hm, the only one that comes to mind is my 26th birthday when Chris organized the whole surprise day for me. Half of what he planned didn't work, but it was the thought that counted lol. It was a really sweet idea.
Which holiday is your favorite?
Lately, Halloween. We don't technically celebrate it, but I'm starting to enjoy the vibe even more than the Christmas vibe.
Which shoe do you put on first?
I think right but I don't know for sure.
Layer 20: Love Life/Relationships
What is the name of your first love?
Dimitrije. But that wasn't love, that was a crush.
How many times can you honestly say you’ve been in love?
Honestly? Never.
Have you ever been in a relationship before that was abusive in any way?
Weeeeell... Not abusive, but it was a very toxic situation.
Have you ever been engaged or married before?
No.
Do you have any children?
Nope nope.
Layer 21: Jobs, Dreams, & Goals
What did you want to be when you grew up (as a little kid)?
Sooo many things, but the main ones were a chocolate factory owner and a writer.
What do you aspire to be now? What interests you?
I still aspire to be a writer, and I kind of am, just not the kind I thought I would be. But I think little Mila wouldn't be totally unhappy.
What is the most recent goal you’ve achieved?
Oh, I translated a book for an actual publishing company. That will actually be published with my name on it as a translator. I can still hardly believe it, tbh. Can't wait to actually see it.
What is a goal you are still striving to reach?
I don't know. I guess I still want to be a fiction writer, but I'm not sure I can do it.
Have you ever won any sort of awards before? If so, for what?
Yeah, just school competition stuff. I was always a little nerd.
Layer 22: Opinions & Beliefs
Pro-life or pro-choice?
Pro-choice through and through.
Were you raised with any sort of religious background? If so, then what?
No. I mean, officially we are Orthodox Christians, but no, my family is comprised of atheists and agnostics.
Democrat, Republican, or Independent?
I'm not American, but I'm generally democratically oriented.
For or against the death penalty?
Against. I understand the arguments for in certain situations, but I don't see how death penalty is a proper penalty. Like, sure leading up to it maybe, but once they're dead, they're dead. There's no more atonement and no more guilt and no more anything. I always felt like it's letting them off too easy.
Thoughts on assisted suicide?
Well it's complicated and I'm not informed enough, but I can understand it in some situations.
Layer 23: Currently/Today/Present
What day is it?
24th October, 2023.
What’s the weather like outside?
I don't know, probably chilly by now. It's been clear.
What have you eaten?
Gyros earlier and some apples.
Did you run any errands?
Hmm, no errands, but I did complete plenty of work-related tasks.
What time is it?
2:50 AM
Layer 24: Yesterday
Did you have a work shift?
Not a shift, but I was working.
Did you eat out anywhere?
Nope.
Was it snowing?
Nope, too early.
Who did you last say goodnight to?
My sister.
Did anything unusual happen?
I don't think so.
Layer 25: Tomorrow
Do you have to go to school/class?
No school for me anymore.
Does this day have any sort of significance to you?
Hm, no.
What is a chore that needs to get done?
I'm not sure...
Will you hang out with friends?
No, but I'll have a small coworker gathering.
What time will you be expected to be awake by?
By 11 AM.
Layer 26: Have You Ever
Performed a magic trick successfully?
Not a magic trick, but I know one card trick that's pretty easy to do.
Sat or laid on a rooftop and looked at the stars?
Actually yes, in Germany.
Walked around with your underwear on inside out or backwards all day without realizing it?
I don't know.
Touched a snake?
Nope.
Been bitten by an animal? If so, what animal?
Well, my cat playfully bites me.
Layer 27: School Life
Are preschool and kindergarten mandatory where you live?
Hmm, I'm not sure. I think preschool isn't because my sister didn't go, but I'm not totally sure.
Were you or anyone you knew homeschooled?
Nope.
Did you attend public or private school?
Public.
Were you bullied in school, popular, or somewhere in-between?
I was in between, far from popular, but not really bullied. More like ignored.
What is the highest level of education that you completed?
MA in English.
Layer 28: Your Appearance
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Hair Color: Right now, a mix of purple with a dash of brown. I need to redye it soon.
Height: 163 cm.
Weight: I have no clue, haven't weighed myself in a while. Probably between 50 and 60 kg.
Do you have freckles. moles, beauty marks, or birthmarks - and where?
Birthmarks here and there.
Layer 29: Electronics, Internet, & Social Media
How much time do you spend on the internet per day?
Loads. I work online, I go online for fun, I keep in touch with my foreign friends online.
Which social media platforms do you belong to?
Instagram, and that's about it now. Idk if YT counts. Or Tumblr.
When’s the last time you replaced the batteries in your television remote?
No clue.
Are you more likely to stream movies and shows on your laptop, or cast them to your television?
Definitely TV.
Do you have an e-reader, or do you prefer actual books?
I prefer actual books, but I have a Kindle and it comes in handy sometimes.
Layer 30: Are You
Are you still in school?
Nope.
Are you a member of the LGBTQ+ community?
Yes.
Are you looking forward to anything coming soon?
Yeah, the book fair, Halloween. Trip to Romania.
Are you dreading anything coming soon?
I'm slightly dreading tomorrow's work thingy, but that's just social anxiety speaking.
Are you gullible or naive?
I don't think so, but I guess people in my life should be a judge of that.
Layer 31: Does
Does your workplace make you feel like you can never take a day off without feeling guilty about it?
Nah. They're pretty chill about it all as long as you meet the deadlines.
Does someone currently hold the key to your heart?
Nope.
Does anyone out there hate you?
I can't imagine anyone caring enough to hate me. Well, I can actually imagine it for one person, but I don't think even she hates me. I think we'll just always be left with this weird weird relationship.
Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
Yes, because I don't have any real experience, plus I'm ace. And people can be so weird about both things. So I don't mention either.
Does crying make you feel less strong?
I mean, not when I'm just crying by myself. Then it's like whatever. But if I can't control myself around others, which almost never happens, then yes, I feel like a total loser.
Layer 32: Would You
Do the Polar Bear Plunge?
Ooh, I just looked up what it is. We have something similar here, but I don't think I'd be particularly inclined to do it.
Ever try to walk across a room blindfolded?
Sure, why not. It's like that game we used to play as children, when one wears a blindfold and tries to catch the others in the room.
Swim with sharks?
I'd like to be in one of those cages they lower among sharks.
Go into outer space, given the chance?
Yes.
Go out in public, looking how you do right now?
Sure. I mean, I'm pretty sure I looked worse in public lol. And tbh, the wonderful thing I've realized is that no one cares and even when they do, it doesn't affect me in any way at all.
Layer 33: Pets/Animals
Do you have any pets? If so, what type, and their names...
I have a cat named Lucifer.
If not, what type of pet have you always wanted?
Well I'd like an owl, but I'm okay with just a cat.
What is your favorite animal?
Cats. Like, all types, big cats, small cats, you name it.
Do you think it is cruel to have circus animals?
Yes.
How often do you walk your dog, if you have one? How often do you scoop the litterbox, if you have a cat?
My cat lives with my parents so I don't actually do that. I think they do it very often though, because he's very fussy about cleanliness lol.
Layer 34: Food
What is your favorite breakfast item?
Hmm, I just like pastries and stuff. Or mini pizzas my mum makes sometimes.
What is your favorite kind of dessert?
Chocolateeee. Anything with it.
Do you eat all three meals everyday?
Definitely not. It happens sometimes when I'm at home with parents though.
What’s the longest you’ve gone without food?
I'm not sure. Not too long.
What do you like to eat when you are feeling sick?
Well I'd rather avoid it completely then.
Layer 35: Past
Does your past ever come back to haunt you at times?
It does sometimes, but the future is what really causes anxiety.
What is one of your favorite memories of the past?
Hmm, oh I have loads of those. But I guess I'll go with one that I can't say was too happy for me at the time, but I somehow fondly look on it now.
Basically, there was a bombing in my country when I was around 3-4 years old. Long story short, we had to hide in shelters and my dad went into the army and I think he was gone for a few months. My sister was just born at that time, only a few months old.
Anyway, I vividly remember that one day, when the situation calmed down, my dad returned while we were setting up a bed in the living room. He just showed up in the doorway, still dressed like a soldier, and I think he got quite a tan and was skinnier than before. I guess being so young as I was, I just kind of assumed he wasn't going to return ever again because I was totally confused. Mum thought I didn't recognize him at first because I wasn't immediately excited, but I did, only I was like ??? why are you here?
I don't know why I like this memory so much, but it always comes to mind for these sort of questions.
What is something that you used to do in the past, but no longer do?
Go to school, I guess.
If you could have a meal with someone from the past, who would it be, and what would you ask them?
Grandma. I would like to get to know her better, she died when I was only 7.
Which historical time period would you like to go back to and check out?
Middle Ages lol. I'd die immediately but hey.
Layer 36: Future
Do you think you will ever get married one day?
Nah. Even if I find someone which is highly highly unlikely, I don't want to get married. If anything, it would be cool to have like a super close friend to live with and travel with, and everyone thinks you're together, but in reality, there's no actual romance going on. That kind of an arrangement would be totally up my alley.
Do you plan on ever getting a different job in the future, or are you happy with the one you’ve got?
For now I'm happy. We'll see how that pans out.
What age do you plan to retire at? Or do you plan on working til you’re dead?
I'll be working until I'm dead one way or another. People can barely survive on the retirement in my country.
What is something on your bucket list worth mentioning?
Japan, BTS concert.
If given the opportunity to see how your future plays out, would you take it, or no?
My own future? No. The future of humanity? Absolutely.
Layer 37: Hygiene
How often do you shower?
Every day, or in the winter every second day.
How often do you brush your teeth?
Twice a day.
Do you actually iron any of your clothes?
Only my shirts when they get super wrinkly. Otherwise, most of my clothes doesn't really need ironing.
How often do you do laundry?
Hmm, about once a week or so.
How long do you use a bath towel before switching it out?
I don't know, a few times.
Layer 38: Clothing, Makeup, & Style
Do you wear nail polish? If so, how often do you paint your nails?
I don't normally. I've only done it a few times to switch things up a bit and because my sister was in the mood to do it for me.
How would your describe your sense of style?
Pretty casual with a dash of alternative.
Are there any popular trends that you do not find appealing?
Well yeah, but lately I've been actually enjoying most fashion that I see.
Where do you typically buy your clothing from?
Idk, just wherever.
What sorts of accessories do you wear/use?
Only two bracelets. Plus earrings and two ear piercings.
Layer 39: Hobbies
Do you still color, even as an adult?
Yees, I went a few weeks ago to this anime-themed cafe for a colouring event and it was the most therapeutic time ever.
Do you/would you like to crochet, knit, cross-stitch, etc?
Not particularly.
What’s the last thing you crafted all by yourself?
I'm not really sure.
Do you use Pinterest at all?
No.
What’s the last thing that you cooked or baked?
I also don't cook. But I did fry some chicken last, I think.
Layer 40: Dislikes
List some of your pet peeves here.
Tomatoes in sandwiches. People who constantly talk over others. I feel like there's something else important that I'm forgetting.
What are some things that annoy you about yourself?
Ooh, where do I begin... That I still care a bit too much about other people's opinions, that I'm a people pleaser to the max, I overthink and doubt myself constantly, I can't stick to literally any resolutions I make, and lately, I take on way too much work and then end up literally feeling like I can't breathe from the amount of tasks I need to do.
Is there anyone out there who you actually hate? Who?
Not really.
What is a feeling that you dislike?
Loneliness.
Do you get some ugly road rage while driving?
Nah, I'm a pretty calm driver.
Layer 41: Random
Have you ever successfully pogo’ed on a pogo stick?
Nope.
Have you ever mastered the jump rope?
I have when I was a kid. I think I could do it now too, but I'd need some practice to get back into it.
Do you know what it feels like to be truly happy?
Hmm... I think so. But I think that true happiness can only be experienced in fleeting moments. Otherwise, I can be content, but there's always something weighing on the back of my mind.
Is it winter in your part of the world right now?
Not yet.
What’s your favorite type of survey, and why?
I like themed surveys. And also the ones that dig a bit deeper.
Layer 42: Music
What are some of your favorite genres of music?
Rock, metal, alternative in general. Lately some K-pop too.
What are some music genres that you can’t stand?
Our godawful turbo folk music. And pure techno is pretty boring too. Everything else I can vibe with.
If you had a blank pair of concert tickets, who would you hope to be going to see?
BTS right now.
Do you still listen to music on the radio from time to time?
Yeah, in the car. But it only makes me wish I had Spotify lol.
iTunes, Spotify, Pandora, Amazon Music, or YouTube?
Spotify for sure.
Layer 43: Books
What were some of your favorite books as a child?
Harry Potter was my all-time favourite as a child.
What genre of books do you typically read most often?
I like fantasy, horror, psychological thriller, and just bizarre postmodernist books that make you scratch your head and wonder what the hell you just read.
What are some of your favorite books as an adult?
Convenience Store Woman and The Trial.
What is a book that you were required to read for school that you actually enjoyed?
Lots of them, actually. But The Trial by Kafka will always be my favourite.
Do you read any newspapers or magazines anymore?
Not really.
Layer 43: Around the World
Where’s the best place you’ve taken a vacation and/or day trip to?
Not counting Germany since I go there so often I don't even feel like it's a real vacation anymore, Lisbon. Such a lovely energy there.
Where is somewhere that you’d like to go someday, assuming you have the funds to do so?
Japan.
Where do your family members originate from?
We're all from here, I think.
What is your favorite type of ethnic cuisine?
Italian and Japanese. Although, as I said, Korean is sneaking up on these two...
What is something that is typically representative of your own culture?
Lol rakija, I guess.
Layer 44: Would you Rather...
Drink apple juice or grape juice?
Apple juice.
Wear pants or shorts?
Depends on how hot it is.
Be taller or shorter?
Neither, but I guess shorter if I had to choose.
Go to a zoo or an aquarium?
Zoo.
Visit an art gallery or a museum?
Hmm, art gallery for abstract art, otherwise museum.
Layer 45: Movies
Do you remember what the first movie was that you saw in theaters?
I'm not sure, but it was probably some Harry Potter. Or LOTR, third part. I remember seeing that in the cinema.
What are some of your favorite movies you’ve seen?
There are many, but Oldboy is near the top of that list.
What genre of movie do you typically enjoy?
Horror, psychological thriller, fantasy, stupid teen comedies. Smart teen comedies too though.
What is a movie you’ve seen that you weren’t expecting to like, but were pleasantly surprised?
Hmm, The Duff lol. During the summer in uni, I would often be alone in my flat, sit outside on the balcony, and watch silly teen comedies deep into the night. The Duff was going to be another one of those, but I ended up actually enjoying it.
How many movies do you own? Are they all DVD’s, or do you still have some VHS ones left?
I have some DVDs at home. But I don't use those anymore, now there's Netflix.
Layer 46: Personality
Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert?
Introvert.
Are you more easygoing and laid back, or anal?
I think I'm pretty laid back, but I don't think I come across as such right away lol
Are you kind to everyone who shows that they deserve kindness?
I mean, I try.
Describe your sense of humor.
I feel like it's a bit dry tbh. But I love puns and dad jokes as well.
Do you tend to over-share?
No, but as soon as I share anything that I don't normally share, I immediately get that omg-you-said-too-much feeling.
Layer 47: Celebrities
Which celebrity has given their child the most unique name, in your opinion?
Elon Musk takes the cake there.
Are there any celebrities that you keep tabs on/read articles about often?
I don't read articles about anyone, but I follow what BTS boys are up to.
Who is/are your celebrity crush(es)?
Jimin from BTS.
Have you ever personally met someone famous before? If so, then who?
Hmm no.
Who is a celebrity that you’re getting tired of hearing about all the time?
I don't really hear about anyone all the time.
Layer 48: Emotions
When was the last time you cried?
I'm not sure.
What are some things that you’re afraid of?
Loads of things, so let me try to find some original fear. Hmm... I'm afraid that someone I know will somehow find this blog, read all this, and recognize me lol. Also, whenever I kill a spider or a bug, I'm afraid their little friends will come for revenge.
What is something small that makes you happy?
My cat.
Who is the last person that you were angry with, and about what?
I'm not sure tbh. It's been a while, but probably either with mum or with Chris because we had quite a fight this summer.
Are you typically a shy or outgoing person?
Shy.
Layer 49: Digging Deeper
What is your favorite alcoholic beverage?
I like cocktails. And flavoured soju!
How old were you when you got drunk for the first time?
I was never drunk drunk, but the closest I've been was the team building event at the beginning of October. Alcohol definitely helped me cope with anxiety.
Do you smoke?
Nope.
Have you ever taken and sent naked pictures of yourself?
Nah.
Have you ever done any drugs other than marijuana? If so, which ones?
Only weed.
Layer 50: Games
What are some of your favorite video games?
The Sims franchise, the Witcher series, Little Nightmares...
Do you have any computer games that you play regularly?
Not now because I'm way to busy with work all the time.
What was your favorite board game, growing up?
Monopoly.
How about your favorite card game?
I don't know what it's called, similar to Uno but with regular cards and additional rules.
How good are you at solving puzzles? (such as a Rubik’s cube, word puzzles, or putting together a jigsaw puzzle)
Not bad, I think. It's been a hot minute since I did that though.
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