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koqabear · 7 months

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I feel like your current word count is a good enough teaser 😭 I love reading your longer fics 🫶🫶

AKSJDSIDB glad u think so 😭😭 i won’t drop all i have rn but… you’ve convinced me to give a small snippet… mind you, it’s a lot of cut up scenes i put together so if it feels like it’s choppy/talks abt something ur not familiar with, that’s why!!

i just kept having to give context/add in certain paragraphs in order for it to have the same effect as the full fic 😞

teaser under the cut— very unedited btw, and kinda long ! 🤗

Past the cliff, in the distance, your eyes spot another hill, similar to the one you currently find your neighborhood on top of; it’s taller than yours, and you’re surprised to find a single house decorating the grand expanse of land, straining your eyes to try and take the details of it as you practically press against the glass.

It’s quiet— everything is still, and you feel as though time itself has stopped. There’s no movement, and for the first time in what feels like centuries, you allow yourself to remain still and… breathe.

A quick movement in the window across brings you out of your stupor; you’re jumping up from the suddenness of it, only to be alarmed further by a sharp knocking at your door— you freeze, and you think you may have forgotten how to breathe as your head whips around to face the sound. You don’t dare make any movements, mind racing on who it may be, the possibilities only making your heart pound harder against your chest.

Another knock— only, it’s softer this time; hesitant. Slow, as if the person on the other side is unsure of themselves. That’s enough to make you stand slowly, your curiosity piqued as you carefully make your way to the front door; your footsteps are light and careful, as though they could somehow see inside and spot you refusing to answer the door— cautiously, you lean toward the door, looking through the peephole and trying to see if the person is still outside.

A girl your age stands outside; she wears a clear raincoat and her face is flushed from the cold, cheeks puffed out as she sighs slowly, staring straight into the peephole and indirectly making eye-contact with you— you flinch, and despite your better judgment, you open the door a crack.

“I’m Kim Chaewon,” she pauses, pointing back at the house to your left; it’s painted a light yellow and is filled with lush gardens, the only house that seems to be feminine and alive on the whole street, “I live in that house there— there’s been rumors of someone young moving into town, but we all thought it was just lies— but imagine my surprise when I saw a car here!”

You’re not sure what to say past a simple greeting; you feel obliged to tell her your name as well, her round eyes flickering over your shoulder and taking in the home behind you as she repeats your name slowly— your skin prickles at the sound, unnerved by the way she leans forward slightly to get a better look at things.

“Do you need any help?” she asks, smiling cutely even with the way you give her a confused look, “Moving your stuff in, I mean; I couldn’t help but notice the boxes that were still left in your car.”

“Oh no, it’s alright—” you attempt, but your efforts are immediately turned down with a wave of Chaewon’s hand, giving you a persistent smile as she shakes her head.

“The rain isn’t stopping soon,” she muses, looking behind her and at the dull scenery; she turns, scanning your outfit slowly— you feel oddly self-conscious, hiding behind the door a little. “and you’re not exactly dressed to be out in the rain, I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“Plus, I’d like to help you out! As a neighbor, y’know? I’m actually kinda excited that there’s someone new here.”

“Sure, if you insist,” you say awkwardly, your smile tense as you watch the way she cheers slightly; her cheerful and bubbly attitude is slightly jarring to you, and you try your best to laugh along as you pat your pockets for your keys and slip on your shoes, despite her protests that she’ll just do it herself— pulling your hood back on, you unlock the car, giving Chaewon another shaky smile before you’re running off to get the boxes out of your car.

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“Thank you so much for your help, Chaewon,” you smile, the action a bit stiff as her own only widens in response, “But you should probably get going now, the weather’s a bit…”

You trail off, looking past her and at the gloomy sky; she turns to follow the point your gaze has landed on, and as if the gods were finally on your side for once, lighting strikes in the very distance.

“And I don’t really have the accommodations for guests right now— I hope you understand.” you’re too tired to hope that you don’t come off as hostile; your mind is only hoping that she’ll take the hint! Watching the way she remains frozen, not a thought in her eyes as she takes a moment to process your words. You know she’s finally gotten your message when you see her smile twitch slightly.

“Ah. Right,” she says, laughing breathily before she’s taking another glance behind you; you simply smile back tensely, unable to help the way you lean on the doorway and pull the door along with you, “Well, I should probably let you get settled in.”

She points over her shoulder, looking back at the yellow house with the pretty garden before she’s turning back to you with her usual bright smile.

“I’m in that house over there. If you ever need me.” your solemn nod isn’t even half the response she was looking for. With one last soft laugh, she takes a step back, running a hand through her hair and proceeding to knock down the hood of her raincoat before she’s rushing to put it back up— she tries to laugh with you at the situation, but you can only offer her a twitch of your lips that makes her wince— like a kicked puppy, she turns to leave; you’re about to close the door entirely before she’s whipping back around, startling you from the sheer suddenness as she lets out a loud Oh!

“Curtains,” she says, eyes wide as she snaps her fingers and points at you. You don’t bother to conceal your confused— and slightly annoyed— look this time, raising a brow and resting your head on the doorframe as you simply let out a slow sigh and wait for her to continue.

“You should install curtains. Like right now.” She bites her lip, head turning to the side and eyes sweeping over the neighborhood; she turns back, and her eyes are pinned right on your door as she continues— her voice is nothing more than a whisper, and you’re leaning forward slightly to catch her words.

“The neighbors like to snoop.”

She runs off without so much as a “goodbye”. Her rain boots splash into puddles and her hand comes up to keep her hood on, and though you really don’t mean to, you watch her until she’s at her front doorstep; her demeanor is different, hasty hands patting her pockets for her keys before she finally finds them— she looks around for a moment after she’s unlocked her door, and her eyes lock onto yours unexpectedly.

She gives you a tight lipped smile before she ducks into her home— moments pass, but none of the lights turn on inside.

You stay out on your porch a while longer; taking in the neighborhood you’ve found yourself at, scanning each house as you wonder who your new neighbors might be— Chaewon’s house, as bright and pretty as it may be, remains quiet; not a light has turned on, as though no one were home. There are two houses next to hers, but only one mirrors her own, painted beige and filled with lush plants and bushes while the other is a dull gray, entirely plain save for the curtains within the house.

The homes to your right aren’t much more interesting. All painted neutral colors and barely decorated, the only home that stands out to you from that row being the farthest one from you; two chairs are placed on their porch, a single lantern hanging from one of the posts— other than that, everyone else’s homes seem just as bland as yours, save for Chaewon’s pastel dream-like home that makes you wonder if you’ve been transported to a different reality every time you look at it.

What a strange girl, is all you can think, finally going back inside with a shiver, a cool wind passing by and making you wrap your arms tightly around yourself.

Your door shuts with a soft click, and you find that you feel dreadfully alone again. You’re reluctant to turn the lights back on, but you’re not given much of a choice due to the lack of natural light that comes in, the curtains that you ordered to be put in much more efficient than you expected as you move to open them slightly.

It’s not much of a change, even with them pulled open. You’re huffing in annoyance at the sight before you return to the boxes you reluctantly allowed her to help you move in, staring at the labeless containers and wondering what you could have possibly shoved into each of them.

“Fuck, I need to get new lightbulbs,” you utter to yourself, leaning down to open them reluctantly, sorting through each box and placing them in their respective rooms before you finally begin to unpack— walking to the kitchen, you glance out your window, footsteps coming to a slow stop as a strange realization hits you.

Curtains, she had told you, your eyes falling onto the heavy black-out curtains you picked out meticulously for your living room, You should install curtains. Like right now.

A frown pulls at your face, brows furrowing and your fingers digging slightly into the cardboard of the box in your hands— you’re not sure what takes over you, but you’re suddenly placing the box down, going from room to room as you inspect every window, the same curtains as before installed in each one as her words only confuse you further; you’re restless, lip caught between your teeth as you wonder what she could possibly mean by that, if she was just messing with you.

You make your way into your bedroom with slow, tentative steps— and spot your beautiful bay window, a large source of light that has yet to be covered simply because you were waiting to see it in person to choose what would look best with it— and Chaewon’s words come back in your mind, daunting and making your stomach twist in confusion and worry as you look out into the ocean, past the grand expanse and to the large hill that interrupts the body of water.

The neighbors like to snoop.

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#there’s a lot of paragraphs missing akdbskdb #so maybe this can give you guys a feel of what this fic will be like #my halloween fic btw!!!#gonna be a dark fic 😊#rambles #koqabear asks

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skullboiz · 2 months

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putting all my concert thoughts in a poast before i forget. here we go mucho texto warning. also setlist talk is gonna be out of order probably

the drive to the venue took longer than anticipated, traffic was so backed because dfw is just Like That. dont come here. and ft worth especially oh my GODDDD but we made it in time for the maine. i missed the first opener again its fine

ive only listened to the maine casually over the years and i like them but THEY WERE SUPER FUN LIVE????? the energy was so high for such a short set and they honestly sound better live than album recordings. i may have to stan

also Bassist Hot whats his number

theyre all kinda hot really. from my distance at least. sorry

robby energy

the sound at dickies arena in general is just soooo much fucking better than an outdoor stadium the guitars and drums were up to 11, ppl werent wrong abt the sound quality in this venue. sux its in ft worth though ONE MASSIVE DOWNSIDE kfmjsdkglafk

amazing sound at the cost of my hearing because. i forgot to buy ear plugs again it hurt just a lil bit. especially the pyro. at least its only been 2 times so far I WILL LEARN MY LESSON NEXT TIME LOL

i accidently sat in the wrong section but the my actual tickets i bought were closer so WE TAKE THOSE!!! not close enough to see skin pores but still very much enough

jimmy sounded great!! didnt know most of the songs despite doing a bit of listening but i got bleed american and the middle at the end which both ruled so. worth it

kinda wanted the maine back but ITS OKAY NO SHADE

patrick message on the projector. which is funny for anyone at home but FOR ME THERE I WAS LIKE [DREAD] [DREAD] [DREAD] FUCK DFW WEATHER

imagining patrick doing vocal warmups in the car by himself did lighten my mood just a tad. i had no proof but a feeling he did that

and then the pete images. only got a glimpse thru shitty venue connection but that made me laugh

and my battery was already low so the waiting and stalling was painful 😭

i was directly diagonal from the guy in the east wing lower bowl that started a monkey-see-monkey-do light show thru the whole stadium while waiting for fob and i just love the goodness of people at concerts its everything to me PEOPLE ARE GOOD

the woman next to him also danced like a beautiful drunk swan the entire show and idk if i wanted to be her or be her friend

also if u saw plain ol me clear glasses brunette hair tourdust shirt and bracelets HI YES WAS I

i didnt feel like going around to trade bracelets again as nervous anticipation set in but i DID pick out an american psycho bracelet from a person who came up to me so i completely unknowingly manifested there holy fuck. im cherishing it forever thank u to that person

WRECKING BALL. LMAO

also i sang along to Thats What You Get by Paramore playing in overspeakers because thats my fucking band but I HEARD MORE PPL IN THE CROWD SING ALONG TO OLD PANIC WHICH PERSONALLY OFFENDED ME JUST SAYIN

wdstf singalong was everything. again the energy at concerts <3333 my people

LIKE 30-40 MIN LATER FOB IS ON FINALLY. i did not cry this time to lftos i was just glad they were there the worry Dissolved

joe and andy were so visible from my seats i stared at them both nearly the entire show. patrick brain out the window they are SO MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE IN PERSON IM TELLIN YALL 4K HIGH DEFINITION THRU MY EYEBALLS GOT MY BRAIN IN A. TORNADO!

photos and videos were not fantastic my phone is nawt the latest model so nothing worth posting here sadly. but for myself? everythang

IM KICKING MYSELF because i so clearly had andy in view for HIS DRUMSTICK THING DURING SUGAR but MY FINGER DIDNT PRESS RECORD BUTTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please. please if ur close to andy, video that for me i need it for no reason other than its my favorite lil thing that nobody at tourdust shows. thank u so mch

NO CHICAGO FOR ME THIS TIME getting doa twice is kinda crazy ngl

patrick apology (no tears) for grand theft autumn was funny

andy and pete had cute smiley interactions around disloyal order during the set. or before that idk. i know a bubble hit andy's drum kit (or he swatted it away himself?) and they were smiling at that 😭😭😭 theyre litrly besties do u understand.........

of course p squared still did their signature scissoring techniques thank u for that old men

NO HEAVEN IOWA. THEY SKIPPED HEAVEN IOWAA FOR DOLDRUMS. i still went hard of course but CONSIDERING HOW GR8 THE SOUND WAS I WAS ONLY SLIGHTLY BUMMED

you dont even wanna know how estatic i was for hum hallelujah. i had to get myself proof of it for it to be real. tahnk u. ill never recover ever. peace and love in my brain

i dont rememebr certain songs where joe had this very specific swagger but he so very much did i saw him. with my own eyes. (in the voice of the luke skywalker tweet) dont worry joe i'll appreciate ur cuntiness

headfirst slide. in this venue.

oh my god bro

both p squared riffs <3 especially the one near the end where pete saw someone watching shit on their phone nd said it was basketball JEYDEUGHEKDLK patrick chiming in w something about dont make fun of his step-dad. gold.

saying smfs reminded him of texas #TEXANPRIDE #COWBOYS

PATRICK DURING RIFF SAYNG HIS GLASSES ARENT CURRENT PRESCRIPTION. THE REVEAL THAT HE STILL CANT SEE. WE LOST

medley was like. a relief to me because i expected it it was like a cool towel in the midst for what was about to come. cant blame the guy for getting literally zero practice beforehand fmdsjfdslg

the 8 ball.

i cried BIG PHAT BABY TEARS

i love them more than words can say. i didnt know i needed it but i did

im still emotional thinking abt it

saturday aftercare cured all (even though i was WOOPED from going so hard EVERY SONG. couldnt scream anymore my voice is still shot. i refuse to NOT go as hard as i do)

i think that is all the notable stuff i remember i wish i couldve written down stuff on the ride home BUT i will add more if i think of it. overall its hard to say which show i liked better they both meant the absolute world to me!!! FALL OUT BOY FOREVER

#i didnt mean to write an entire essay but. ya #line break is when fawb starts #skulltxt #my show #it can go there i guess

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jwcnsz · 2 years

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just drive

pairing; best friend!kim sunoo x gn!reader

summary; a very eventful late night drive

warnings; swearing, mildly suggestive (not really tbh)

genre; friends to lovers (best trope btw), fluff

word count; 1k+

requested; nope!

a/n; this is like the third fic i write in the span of two days 😭 i thought abt this while listening to drive by halsey, also this isn’t agere so u can skip this one if you like umm anyways y’all enjoy! <3

you and sunoo always loved going out on late night drives together. it was healing both for him and for you. he called you earlier that night to ask if you’d be down to go out for a drive and of course you agreed. so now you’re on a highway going 90 with him at 2am.

“where are you going?” you ask him. “somewhere… you’ll like it.” he answered you while taking an exit.

it seems you guys weren’t too far from the place in question. soon enough you stopped in an empty park. it didn’t have much lighting so it was much easier to see the stars and the moon.

you get off the car and run to the middle of the park with a huge smile. sunoo gets off as well, smiling at you. he knew how much you love the night sky and he wanted to show you this a long time ago.

it just seems like today was the perfect opportunity. “how did you find this place?” you ask in awe. “i saw it on insta… it’s nothing too amazing, i know.” sunoo said making his way towards you.

you turn to look at him. “‘nothing too amazing’?? sunoo, i think i’m gonna lose my shit! this is something very much amazing.” he laughs at your words. “i’m glad you like it.” he smiled while sitting on the grass, you joining him on the grass.

you never thought you’d be stargazing with sunoo at almost 3am now but here you were. there was a comfortable silence between you two, no one really making an effort to start a conversation.

sunoo turns to look at you while you were looking at the stars. you didn’t realize he was staring at you until a few minutes later. you stare back at him and sunoo remembers what he brought you here for.

what was that? oh right, he was gonna try to confess his love for you. yeah it’s pretty sudden but he really wants to let you know. he finally has the guts to so why not now?

“y/n… can i talk to you about something?” he asked. you nodded, curious what he wanted to tell you. “i… i really. um. shit, i had this ready and practiced.” sunoo panicked. you were confused what he was talking about but you let him continue.

“fuck it.” he mumbles. “y/n, i like you. but it’s not just like a crush. i’m literally in love with you at this point. not even kidding right now.” he says confidently.

what. the. fuck. did he just…? oh he did. you had a shocked expression on your face. sunoo got worried. “did i overstep? i’m sorry. i’m really sorry.” he apologized to you who was still processing what he said. “no! no, you didn’t overstep. i’m just… shocked? i don’t know.” you stand up.

“how the fuck do i react to my best friend literally confessing to me?” you asked. he stood up with you.

“umm… maybe, just maybe…” he moved towards you, putting his hand on your cheek and closing the distance between the two of you. the way his lips felt on yours… you were seeing jesus.

you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with your whole self. your heart felt full. your stomach felt like it was flipping and had a bunch of butterflies in it. you’ve kissed other people before, but this was different. very different.

you both pull away and look into each other’s eyes. you’re both giggling at what just happened. you couldn’t tell if they were nervous giggles or happy giggles, but the situation was cute nonetheless.

“so… what now?” you ask. “wanna go home and fuck?” sunoo joked. you knew he was joking by the way he spoke. you laughed at his words. “mhm, let’s have a family by next week.” you laughed out, sunoo laughing with you. your laughs die down into another comfortable silence.

“y/n, i love you. is it too early to say that? i don’t care, i really mean it.” sunoo said, stroking your cheek. you smiled. “i love you too, sun.” you leaned forward to kiss him again, until a loud shout interrupted you.

you both turn to see an old man in a security uniform. “oh shit.” sunoo whispered out. “what are you kids doing here?!” the old man yelled. you both didn’t answer. “on three, we run.” sunoo said. you nodded getting ready.

“okay… three!” he yelled, leaving you behind. “sunoo! why did you- oh whatever.” you ran towards the car, quite literally throwing yourself in it.

sunoo laughed at you as he turned on the car and started to leave the parking spot. the old man was still running towards you both. “hey! don’t leave, you brats!” the old man yelled while running to the car. you giggled.

“sorry sir, we’re gonna have to leave. have fun though!” you yelled back at the old man before gesturing to sunoo for him to leave. sunoo skids out of the parking lot, getting on the main road. you’re both laughing at what happened.

you both sit in a comfortable silence again. you two always did. sunoo shyly snuck his hand to your hand, holding it. you blush at the action, but smile at him.

“so… wanna go home now?” he asked you. you checked the cars clock: 3:36am. you shook your head. “just drive, baby.”

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latetaektalk · 3 years

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(road)tripping for you | jjk [preview]

“it was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. but it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than jeon jungkook, a complete stranger. well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.”

— genre: roadtrip! AU, strangers to lovers! AU, only-one-bed! AU, summer! AU, fluff, a bit of angst

— pairing: jungkook x female reader

— word count: estimated 25-30k, 614 for the preview

— warnings: cursing, light alcohol consumption, awkward situations, clichés

— playlist: to be added

— a/n: a preview of my new jungkook oneshot for this summer !! super self indulgent and filled with every cliché and trope you can think of!! to be added to the taglist, shoot me a message/ask! oh, the release date might change. also huge thank you to miss lira @koocycle again for listening to me talk abt this fic and also beta reading it!! she’s an absolute babe :(( ily so much

— coming monday, august 30th 2021

“What do you mean they aren’t coming?”

He stares at you with huge eyes, doe eyes so big you think they’re about to fall out. One good slap on the back of his head and they’re out. You’re sure.

You sigh and close your eyes, your jaw on the verge of breaking. Sooyoung’s dead.

“They just called me,” you hold up your phone as if you needed proof, “and well, turns out they’re out of town and stuck there because the railway companies went on strike.”

You press your lips together. “They aren’t coming.”

Jungkook stares at you like you’ve just grown a second head, and you can’t blame him. It took you a number of “Wait, wait, wait, what?”s and “You’re kidding, right?”s to process this information too.

He presses his hand to his forehead. “So, what?” The knit between his brows deepen as he comes to the same realisation you came to just a few minutes prior, leading to you cursing out Sooyoung over the phone. “It’s just you and me? No Joon? No Soo?”

You reluctantly nod.

Jungkook blinks at you in total five times before he reacts again, his face morphing into something you can’t pinpoint. It’s something between worry and fear, you think.

“Can’t we go pick them up?” he suggests, a proposal you’ve already made.

“No,” you begin and look into the distance, repeating what Sooyoung told you over the phone. “The issue is that we already booked all of our hotels, so if we were to pick them up, our reservations would fall through. And no, they also don’t let you reschedule either. I guess that’s the service you get when you book the cheapest hotels possible.”

You can see Jungkook think, desperate to find a solution to this. You want to tell him that you’ve thought about it all already, that you don’t want to go on a roadtrip with just him either, but you refrain, pressing the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth.

He lets out a hollow chuckle when he comes up with no solution. The sound arises from the back of his throat. It’s meant to lighten the mood, you think. “Well, what fucking genius suggested booking our hotels beforehand?”

You let the question hang in the air for a moment, scrunching your nose and looking down to your shoes before answering, fingers fumbling in front of your stomach.

“I did.”

Jungkook quiets then. Maybe you should have bitten your tongue and not said it.

“Well, I mean,” he scrambles, “you couldn’t have known-”

“I mean it’s not just the hotels,” you interrupt, probably saving Jungkook from embarrassing himself further and possibly even insulting you again. “We also already rented the car.” You gesture behind him. “And Soo and Joon also don’t want to inconvenience us. They said they’d take the next train back and try to catch up with us somehow.”

He nods then. A prolonged silence stretches between you like gum, sticky and gross. You don’t look at him, and he doesn’t look at you.

In the end, he speaks first again, clearing his throat. “So, uh, we’re going on this trip together then?”

You press your lips together and tuck a strand behind your ear, still refusing to meet his gaze. It’s almost ironic how good the weather is today, perfect for a roadtrip, a roadtrip you no longer want to go on.

“Unless you want your money to go to waste, yeah, seems like it.”

Jungkook stares at you, and then nods. You look down at your suitcase and put your hand on it.

This is happening.

You heave out a long sigh.

coming monday, august 30th 2021

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts fluff #bts angst #bts scenario #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #bts au #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfitcion #linh.preview #(road)tripping for you

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oldb1og · 2 years

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What abt HCs of tex and tinker with a child? They seemed so sweet to babi what do you think they would be like with one of their own ? And alfredo too?

(I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be like what it’d be like to co-parent with them or just what they’d be general so I just went with just general)

sawyers as parents-

tinker sawyer-

Being the oldest, tinker has had his fair share of helping out with children so he’s definitely the most parent-y parent out of the other two

He’s able to be strict without feeling bad, though he may seem harsh sometimes it’s what he says as fair

Like junior let someone get away (which not only lost a part of dinner, it put the whole family at risk since they could’ve gotten the police) so he ruined his walkman.

Now I feel like he’d be more forgiving towards an actual child(especially his child) and be more like ‘accidents happen’ if it was something they didn't do on purpose. The only reason he wasn’t more forgiving towards junior, is because junior is well- his brother and siblings tend to be harsh like that sometimes

I don't think tinker would have a preference toward what he “wants”, he’d be fine with a boy or girl.

Teaches his kid all the stuff he knows about machines, cars, and whatnot

The kind of dad to explain in detail why PPE is so important, why you need to let cars cool before checking most of the fluids, and how dangerous batteries are just to turn around and do the opposite of what he just said.

'do what I say, not as I do'

alfredo sawyer-

I love alfredo but he’d be a mess of a parent like he’s barely keeping himself alive but he’ll still try his best! (mostly because mama, tinker, and tex are breathing down his neck like ‘alfredo, they need to bath nightly, they can’t be crusty like you’)

Alfredo would probably want a boy since he’d view it as ‘easier’ which he’d learn isn't the case since raising a child isn't easy no matter what

Probably gets confused on what to do when they start crying and hands them over to mama in defeat

But his lowkey neglective-ness aside, he probably deep downs want to be a good parent, which adds in him trying to distance himself from his kid and putting it off onto mama, tinker, and tex at first

He’s secretly so scared of messing up it seemed easier to just not have anything to do with it

Like I've said before alfredo is the middle child and didn't get a whole lot of attention growing up which plays a huge role in his fear of messing up. He loves mama but there’s also a bitter part of him that will never forgive her for paying more attention to junior, tex, and tinker and he’s terrified his kid will hold the same bitterness if he messes up

(I’m getting a bit carried away with him but I love this so here's a little scenario of how it’d click that he needed to be more of a parent to his kid)

Alfredo laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling, the Texan night air flowing into his window making the old curtains dance around in the dark. No matter what he did he could get to sleep, something in his gut felt off making it hard to even close his eyes for more than a few minutes. Sitting up with an annoyed huff he picked up the clock off his nightstand -3:23- Maybe he should start his day now? What’d be the point of sleeping if he’d have to get back up in less than 2 hours? Setting the clock back down, he flopped back into his mattress and shut his eyes, tiredness finally hitting him once he thought towards the day of work ahead of him. He was right on the edge of sleep when the sound of the hinges on his door rang out into the quiet room. Sitting up he squinted into the darkness, a sigh leaving him at the sight of the 3-year-old awkwardly standing in the dark doorway “what is it (name)?” “I had a scary dream!” the toddler let out in a distressed shout as their little feet puttered across the wooden floor “okay, Go see if mamas up” they excitedly climbed onto his bed, jumping onto him making him grunt out in pain “I wanna sleep with you dada!” “i don’t-” seeing the sad look they gave made him pause, gently lifting them up and setting them on the bed next to him “alright, but I can’t sleep with you on top of me” It didn’t take long for the pair to get sleepy again, alfredo beginning to doze again when the feeling of (name)’s hand tapping his chest made him reopen his eyes “I love you dada” that made him stop as he watched their eyelids shut fully and their hand to stop moving, showing they had finally fallen asleep. moving his hand he rested it on top of their tiny one “I love you to sweetie”

And while that may not have made him the best parent ever, it made it click that ignoring his kid wasn't the best parenting tactic.

Tex sawyer-

Tex definitely wants the ‘white picket fence’ life -well the sawyer version of it anyways- so becoming a parent would over-joy him

I feel like tex wouldn’t care too much when it comes to the whole “are you hoping for a boy or girl?” thing, though if he had to choose..he’d say girl

But he’d be happy with whatever he gets

His child is his entire world and he spoils the mess outta them, they’re basically attached at his hip

Tex has tea parties with babi and his kid will definitely be involved with them once they’re big enough

Plays dress up with babi and his kid, usually, it’s a part of the tea parties

Tries to be strict with stuff like bedtime and sweets but always gives in because he feels bad

#alfredo got a lot more attention than the others in this lol #✨but he deserves it✨#tcm #tex sawyer #tinker sawyer #alfredo sawyer #headcanons #tcm 3

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vibraniumwing · 3 years

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out of the woods.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader soulmate au wherein the two can finally see life in a much more brighter way.

WARNING: violence, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of drugs, cursing, slight au (?), soulmate au, there’s only one bed, y/n and bucky are sort of frenemies (?)

A/N: i’m finally posting a fluffy one !! thank you to the wonderful @lunalovecroft for helping me out with the title (and for hyping me up about this one) i was actually very worried abt this fic bcs i haven’t written any fluff for a hot minute but i hope you guys enjoy reading !!

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You were staring out the window of the private jet that was sending you over to The Netherlands where the two of you were tasked to capture a known drug cartel who was smuggling these on the way to Germany. You turned to Bucky who was staring off into the distance, probably thinking of God knows what, “What do you think is the color of the sea?”

He looked at you with the same intimidating gaze he had whenever someone suddenly speaks to him, “I have no clue, L/N.” was his only answer, glancing over to the window before going back to stare at nothing.

This surprised you; knowing that your companion was well over a hundred, you thought he might have met his soulmate already, but that wasn’t the case. “So you’re telling me you haven’t met your soulmate yet?” You interrogated him, hugging your knees to your chest as you made yourself more comfortable in your seat.

Bucky let out a soft grunt, resting his head on the seat and shook his head, “No. I’ve always seen things in black and white.” and that was the end of your discussion.

This was going to be one long mission.

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Upon landing, you were whisked away to the middle of the city, towards a nightclub. Agent Ross was behind the wheel, debriefing both of you on who to approach; apparently the leader of the Cartel gang was present at the nightclub for a little meeting with a few people who were going to be responsible for shipping the drugs into Germany in exchange for a cargo filled with Vibranium that they’ve stolen from one of the piers.

After the discussion of the game plan, you were left to your own devices. You shoved a duffel bag filled with clothes that were more appropriate for the location and you changed into it, not thinking of much of your companions. As you shimmied into the tight-fitting red lace bodysuit and a pair of black jeans, you were all set.

“So, how do I look?” You questioned Bucky who was putting on his leather gloves. Your mouth was left ajar as you saw how he looked. He was wearing a button down that was left open a few buttons (still careful not to see the scar from his left arm), along with a leather jacket and a necklace to top it all off.

Even in the colorless world, you could tell that he was absolutely fine.

He only took a quick glance at you before putting his focus back on his gloves, “Fine.” His answers were short and prompt, making you sigh in annoyance that you couldn’t even make small talk with him since he was so persistent in shutting you down.

Once you guys were parked outside the nightclub, Ross gave you two in-ears and ordered that as much as possible you two needed to lay low in order to not attract attention and make the men flee the scene.

You and Bucky moved inside and the adrenaline was already coursing through your veins. You leaned into the male as the both of you eyed the place, “I’ll be by the bar, make sure to update me once you catch on to anything.” You said, looking at him as you gave a subtle nod and headed over to the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan.

Taking a quick sip, your eyes were now scanning the rather populated dance floor until a guy spoke up from next to you with a heavy accent. “Hello there, what’s a pretty lady like you doing here alone?” You turned to him to reject his offer when Ross’ voice intercepted and told you that he was the target.

“I’m just here looking for a good time. A distraction, if you know what I mean.” You answered, making sure to look as flirty as possible. His eyes roamed your body which made you feel very disgusted but you had to keep going, you didn’t want to blow yours and Bucky’s cover.

“How about we go dance then?” He asked, offering you a hand as Britney Spears’ Womanizer played resonated through the whole club making everyone cheer a bit louder. You caught Bucky’s gaze as he spoke up through the comm, “I just found their meeting place. I’ll take care of the men inside, I counted five people including the man you’re with right now. Just stall, L/N.”

You nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, pulling him towards the crowd and started to dance along. Your body easily flowed to the beat of the song but you went rigid when you felt the criminals arms roam our body, but you had to fight it. You couldn’t risk Bucky being seen.

This went on for a few more songs until he pulled you back to the bar. He turned to you and pulled you by the waist towards him, “You were one hell of a performer out there.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, wishing that Bucky would whisk you away from the man right now. “You don’t know anything about me.” You teasingly replied, breath hitching as his hand ghosted your ass. He hummed softly as he eyed you hungrily, leaning towards you to whisper, “How about we change that then?” as he harshly tugged you along the crowd towards God knows where.

But before you could scream for help, you were ripped from his arms and being pulled away from the crowd and outside the nightclub. You could see Bucky seething as he pretended not to hear the calls of the man; unfortunately, he was relentless and followed the both of you outside and got a grip of your wrist. “Hey man, what the hell! Get your own girl to fuck!”

But that’s when Bucky had enough. He took one look at the man before you heard a small whirring of his vibranium arm and the next thing you knew, the male was groaning on the floor. Ross was quick to interrupt the commotion and ordered a few guys to collect him and the others left inside.

“Thank you, Agents. You can go now.” Was all he said, giving you two a small smile and tossed car keys to Bucky.

The super-soldier was quiet as she rid himself of the jacket and draped it over your shoulders, mumbling a soft, “Let’s go.” to you as he started walking over to the car that was lent for the both of you.

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It was a quiet trip to the hotel, the only noise heard inside the car was the radio playing music and the hum of the car engine. “We’re here.” Bucky was the first to break the silence, getting out of the car as soon as he parked it by the side of the building. Following his lead, you got out and went over to the trunk to carry your own duffel bag and entered the building after him.

Sighing softly, you watched Bucky go to the side to let you talk to the person at the front desk. “Do you have a room open?” You asked, fingers tapping the marble top. The receptionist shook her head, “Well we only have one room left and it’s一” “I don’t care at this point, we’ll take that room.” You cut her off, not wanting to sit in the car again.

You were dying for a shower and a soft bed. The lady merely nodded and took in your request right away, giving you the keys to your room.

Walking towards the elevator, you motioned Bucky (who was patiently waiting for you) to follow you. “I just took up the room that was available for the night.” You said to him, ultimately drained from the mission. All he did was nod and left you to your own devices.

Getting off on the floor of your shared room, you were surprised to see a queen sized bed along with a small sofa by the window and a few other amenities.

“Didn’t know you wanted to keep me next to you, L/N” Bucky was the first to speak up, entering the room and placing his bed on the foot of the bed. He looked at you with a small smirk. You smiled at him sarcastically and flipped him off, “Fuck off, Barnes. This was the only room left. It was either this or the car.”

You could hear his scoff as you entered the bathroom and dropped your things by the sink and hopped into the shower. You could care less about anything else right now, all you wanted was to rinse yourself from the sweat and touch of the guy from the bar and go to bed.

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After changing into an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts, you were ready to hit the haystack. Exiting the bathroom, you saw Bucky sat by the edge of the bed in a pair of sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt that showed off his toned arm and his vibranium-made one that he was cleaning. “I sleep shirtless but I figured you would be too uncomfortable for that.” He spoke up, continuing to wipe the hand of his artificial arm.

“Right, thanks.” You were the one to answer shortly and headed off to bed, tucking yourself in. “I’ll be sleeping now, Barnes. Don’t do anything stupid.”

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You were back at the nightclub, but this time you were in a room that you couldn’t really recognize. You turned your head to see Bucky tied down to a chair with his mouth covered with some sort of tie, unconscious.

Your brows were furrowed as confusion stirred in your mind, you could hear the music from the nightclub blast from outside the room, “Barnes? Are you still with me?” You called him out, in hopes that he would answer but all you got was silence and a chuckle coming from behind you.

Goosebumps ran along your skin as you felt cold hands touch your shoulders, caressing your skin until the person's hands reached your neck, squeezing on it rather harshly.. “So you thought you could run, can you?” HIs voice filled with anger as he continued, “Your little boyfriend here has no chance against me. He’s a pathetic little weakling.” He mocked, releasing you from his chokehold and walking in front of you.

He had this evil smirk on his lips as he leaned in against you, “Big mistake for you to come and fight me, sweets. You’ve no chance against me now.” He said, standing up and placing his grip on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

“Let’s see how strong you are against me, Y/N”

“一Y/N!”

And then you suddenly sat up, out of breath and soaked in sweat as you looked around the room, only to see you were still inside the same room you went in with Bucky, who was looking at you in concern, his long hair messy despite being bunched up in a bun.

You didn’t even hesitate and decided to lean over and hug him tightly, burying your face in the junction of his shoulder and neck as tears brimmed your eyes, “You’re… you’re okay. In my dream you were…” but Bucky didn’t let you finish your sentence, instead he hugged you back, albeit hesitantly, and let you stay in his arms until you calmed down. “I’m here, doll. I’m fine.”

Once you were settled, you pulled back and stared into his eyes, “Has anyone ever told you that you had the coolest blue eyes?” You questioned, laughing softly as you wiped your tears away. His expression, however, puzzled you. He had this look of surprise and disbelief; it took you a moment to register what you had said and when you did, your eyes were wide as saucers. “Wait… your eyes are blue, this room is white… your hair is this beautiful brown… Barnes, you’re my…”

“Soulmate.” was all he said, also in shock as he slowly turned his head around the room to see his surroundings in the color for the first time. He was silent as he set you down on the bed, standing up as he tried to process everything that was happening. He was finally seeing color, after over a century (quite literally), he finally got to see outside the dull and lifeless hues he was always used to.

Your hand was over your mouth as you were too surprised, your eyes were locked on the black shirt that you were wearing that brightly contrasted to the snow white sheets of the bed that you were in.

Feeling a dip on the other side of the bed, you turned to the side and met Bucky’s gaze. He was contemplating on whether or not to cup your cheeks since his hand was mid-air so you did the honors and made his hand cup your cheek, your smaller ones holding his in a tight grip as you melted in his touch. “I guess this means you can no longer be the grinch with me then, Buck”

He laughed softly and pulled you into his arms, securing you in an embrace as he allowed himself to fall back down to the bed, “Well maybe. No promises on that, doll.”

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twicearoundthesun · 2 years

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okay last one i promise, so the kids obviously know that mina studies biology but all they understand about it is that elementary sort of definition “it’s the study of life” = plants and animals, so when they’re out on walks they like to ask mina “unnie what plant is this?” “what animal is that?”, half-quizzing her and half-actual curiosity. realistically though, mina only knows half the time since she isn’t a zoology or botany major but when she does know they always listen intently to mina’s explanations (who knows if it sticks with them though 😆) and think she’s super smart

lol awww so cute. I can definitely see them constantly questioning Mina, and Mina just having endless patience as they ask her abt the world around them.

I wanted to write a little for this but i for some reason had a hard time. Sorry this took so long and is a little... subpar! haha

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“UNNIIEEEEEE.”

Mina and Nayeon jumped, quickly looking for the source of the voice. It was of course Chaeyoung, running full speed back at the picnic blanket with her hands clasped together. Dahyun and Tzu followed behind, much slower.

“Chaeyoung-ah! Slow down!” Nayeon yelled. Chaeyoung slowed to a fast walk.

“Unnie!” She yelled again, as she got to the blanket. “Look!”

She plopped down in front of Mina and unclasped her hands, and before Mina could react there was a ladybug being held under her nose. She jumped.

“Ah- yeah! Hi!” She put some distance between herself and the bug. “You found a lady bug, Chaeyoungie!”

“Whats-uh, what’s kind of bug?”

“It’s a beetle!”

“Why’s it not brown?” Dahyun asked, her and Tzuyu finally catching up.

“Some very special bugs are fun colors. Ladybugs are red with polka dots so animals know they taste bad.”

“Mh.” Chaeyoung looked deep in thought. “Taste bad?”

“It’s a natural defense mechanism.” Mina smiled. She was met with blank stares.

“They don’t want to be eaten, Chaengie, and hungry animals will find something else to eat because they taste so yucky.” Nayeon explained.

The three kids nodded, understanding this time. “Mina unnie’s smart.” Dahyun said.

“Yes she is.” Nayeon smiled. “Too smart. Please go put the ladybug bag on his little leaf so we can finish eating and pack up, Chaengie.”

“Okay Unnie.” She mumbled, trudging away. Dahyun followed, but Tzuyu jumped onto the blanket and looked up at Mina expectantly.

“Yes, baby?”

The kid smiled, digging in her sweatshirt pocket. She pulled out two crumpled wildflowers and handed them over carefully, one to Nayeon and one to Mina. Then she plopped down on Nayeon’s lap.

“Thank you so much, Tzuyu!” Mina smiled.

“So sweet.” Nayeon tickled her sides. Tzu giggled and pushed her hands away, turning back to Mina. She looked like she was waiting for something.

“Do you have a question too?”

“What flower is this?”

“Hmmm.” Mina held hers up. “I’m not sure. We’ll have to go on the computer and do some research when we get home.”

Tzuyu’s eyes lit up. “Science, like Unnie!”

“Yeah, Tzuyu, we’ll do research just like I do at school.” Mina smiled warmly. She was happy the kids looked up to her – or at least, what she did in the lab. Even if they probably thought she was googling plants and animals and making elephant toothpaste reactions all day.

Chaeyoung and Dahyun got back to the blanket and they all began to clean up; they’d been at the park for nearly two hours and it was time to go home and get cleaned up for dinner. Dahyun stopped halfway through garbage duty to tug on Mina’s pant leg, but when Mina turned the girl simply turned her pocket inside out and frowned.

“You lose something, sweetie?”

“Had science question.”

“Yeah?”

“I lost it.”

Mina chuckled and kissed her on the head. “Okay. Well if you remember it, let me know.” And she went back to folding the picnic blanket.

It wasn’t until Nayeon was buckling Dahyun into the car that Mina understood what Dahyun was trying to tell her.

Nayeon had suddenly let out a blood-curdling shriek. Mina jumped, knocking her head on the car door and dropping the buckle of Tzuyu’s car seat that she’d been messing with.

“Found it! Unnie found it!” Dahyun was yelling over the chaos.

“Nayeon! What’s- oh.” Mina followed her line of sight and Dahyun’s chubby finger to a massive beetle crawling up her little pant leg. Dahyun was laughing in delight and reaching for it.

“Unnie, found him! Science question! Spots!”

“Dahyun!” She said quickly. Nayeon was still freaking out, ten feet from the car now. Mina would have to fix this herself…. She took a deep breath. “Bugs belong outside, it’s their home.” She found an old envelope to scoop the beetle and toss him in the grass.

Nayeon had been standing doubled over to catch her breath. Once Mina had disposed of Dahyun’s discovery, she resumed getting her in her carseat.

“Dahyun. We do not put bugs in our pockets, okay?”

“Unnie’s scared?” She asked. Mina held back a laugh.

“I’m not scared.” Nayeon mumbled, finishing getting her buckled in. “Unnie just doesn’t think bugs belong in her car.”

“Okay Unnie. M’sorry.” Dahyun mumbled. She turned her attention to Mina. “But what kinda bug?”

“A beetle, honey.”

“Ladybeetle?”

“Not a ladybug. Just a big beetle.”

“Thank you Unnie.”

Mina smiled, not missing the glare Nayeon sent her way as they pulled out of the parking lot.

#baby smc au #Mina #Nayeon #Dahyun #Chaeyoung #Tzuyu #twice fanfic #ask #anon #mischievous dubchaeng #and sweetest sweetheart ever tzuyu

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, fingering, daddy!kink, dirty talk, ‘cuz you can touch touch me~ 😏 ur gonna need to imagine headband/bandana wearing left&right cheol for this cuz that’s the fantasy i was imagining for this chapter the entire time i was writing it hehe 🍒 quick apologies to anyone who thinks this is moving a little slow 😩 I literally don’t know how to shut up and I end up writing too much LMAO and as always, thank you for the continued interest! Have a great weekend bbys! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

dom.cheol has donated $400

therealchan99: yea this is about right on course

dom.cheol: what, did u miss me? 😏

gentleman_josh95: loosely

chwenon: more like the obscenely large donations were missing lolol

You jokingly roll your eyes, exhaling deeply as you push your toys off to the side of the bed. You’d just finished your Saturday show without a hitch, albeit feeling a little lonely. “Aww, c’mon you guys! Don’t tease~” Glancing around the room, it did feel a little odd to you now that Seungcheol wasn’t there but he had called earlier in the day and told you that it might’ve been better if he stayed back.

In truth, you understood exactly how he felt.

Part of you was ready to throw all caution out of the window when it came to Seungcheol and he felt it too. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be that easy and that there were still things that the two of you needed to discuss before deep diving into intimacy, especially when it came to powerplay.

kitty_junjun: hey dont take this in a weird way but like

kitty_junjun: i feel like i saw u earlier today…

universe_WZ: ooo i never thought abt that before

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

xcaliburDK: have ppl recognized u irl before? :o

dom.cheol: i feel like i might’ve seen u irl before too…

Your cheeks bloom a hot pink; a nervous giggle on your lips. “Oh! I mean, yeah, there’s been a handful of times. I’ll wear wigs out sometimes though. Can’t have people calling me out in a grocery store, y’know?”

kitty_junjun: wait so maybe i did see u? I dont wanna give out locations tho…

“Maybe! I’m still out on my little weekend trip and I was out and about earlier~ if you see me next time, don’t hesitate to say hi! I promise I don’t bite~” You pause, leaning closer into the webcam as you wink.

“Unless you want me to~”

You start running a bath right after you end your show, stretching and turning on some music as you start to unwind. Thankfully you didn’t have a tiring show today, so you decided to take the rest of the night to pamper yourself in preparation for your day with Seungcheol.

Biting your lip, you pick up your phone, already seeing a multitude of messages from Seungcheol on your lockscreen.

cheollie ✨: don’t forget ur glass of water!

cheollie ✨: also don’t forget i’m picking you up at 9:30am

cheollie ✨: hope ur ready to spend all day at the roller rink with me baby

You can’t help but grin, already excited to see how Seungcheol spent his day at work. Typing a response, you quickly hit send before setting your phone down onto the nightstand and making your way to the bathroom.

‘I can’t wait! I’m so excited~ u promised me free skates and free food so don’t forget!!’

It’s exactly 9:29AM when Seungcheol messages you that he’s downstairs.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing down your dress and hair and grabbing your bag before you rush down to meet Seungcheol.

There’s a mild feeling of nervousness that pours over you, but you quickly shake it off once you see his blue headed figure standing outside of the lobby.

“‘Cheollie!”

He turns around to face you just as you stop in your tracks; gasping when you see the cute way he’s styled his hair for today. “Whoa… wow, uh, j-just.. Wow. You look great in bandanas...”

Seungcheol laughs, eyes forming crescents. “I don’t usually work the weekends so I thought I’d spice it up a little. Guess it looks good?” You can only nod shakily, mentally cursing yourself when you feel the arousal already pooling inside your body. He winks at you once, opening the passenger’s side door as you slide into his car.

“Hope you’re ready to have a boring day at the roller rink with me.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, shutting your door before he rounds the car to get in on the driver’s side.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to be… y’know, anything crazy.”

“Who says it has to be! I’m excited to see where you work and anyway you promised!” You tease, poking him in the arm as he starts the car. “I know, I know… I just---I don’t want you to be disappointed. I bet you thought I was some rich old hotshot before, huh?” Seungcheol shoots you a glance, smiling gently.

“Mmm.. not really.”

“No? You didn’t think I was some lonely CEO with loads of money with a thing for camgirls?”

You laugh at his response, placing your hand over his on the gear shift.

“Nah, if there’s anything I thought about you, it was that you were way too nice to be on some camming website.”

The two of you have idle conversation as Seungcheol takes his time to drive to the roller rink. In all honesty, he was a little nervous himself, although he’d never say it to your face.

“Oh my god, is that it?! It’s so cute!”

He parks close to the entrance, turning the car off as he jogs over to your side to help you out. “‘Cheol, you know you don’t have to be so sweet~” You pout, latching onto his arm as he locks the car.

“Oh but I do. You deserve to be spoiled once in a while!”

A blush coats your cheeks yet again, shy eyes fixated on the floor as he walks you towards the entrance. “Yeah, but all you ever do is spoil me… That sybian was no joke and my god, Seungcheol, the price! I almost had half a mind to return it…” You end in a mumble. Seungcheol laughs, opening the door for you as you unlatch from his arm and step in first.

“You’re worth spoiling. Now stop worrying, okay? I promise I’m not up to anything illegal in order to afford your gifts.” Giggling, you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, nodding firmly.

“Fiiiiine, I trust you, y’know?”

“I know, baby. I trust you too, now let’s go meet my best friend who’s going to play butler for you today.”

He leads you over to the concession stand where an equally tall yet bored male stands. “Hey, Jeongguk!” The said male looks up from his phone, eyebrow quirking when the two of you walk up. “Uh, hey Seungcheol-hyung…” Seungcheol feels a weird tenseness fall over the three of you, clearing his throat to get Jeongguk’s attention when he finds the younger male staring.

“Um, this is my friend. She’s---uh, she’s gonna be hanging out here for the rest of the day. I promised her that you’d give her free food, so uh, just--just let me know how much it is so I can tell Namjoon to take it out of my paycheck.” Jeongguk grins, a sly look in his eyes when he finally meets Seungcheol’s concerned eyes.

“Sure! Can I talk to you over there? It’s about our paychecks actually.” Jeongguk turns to you, leaning over the counter. “Sorry, employee only info, ch--uuuuuh, you know the deal.”

“Yeah, of course!”

Jeongguk points off to the side, gesturing to Seungcheol who follows suit.

The younger male makes sure they’re a safe distance away, watching as you pluck your phone out of your purse before he starts talking in harsh whispers. “What the fuck, dude!? You’re---no, you’re not fucking Cherry. She doesn’t have a boyfriend so what the fuck?”

The blood drains from Seungcheol’s face; the feeling in his fingers going numb as his throat goes dry. “Wuh--what? What are you---what are you talking about?” Jeongguk scoffs, eyes rolling jokingly.

“So, hyung, how do you know her?”

“You’re asking me?! How do you know her!?” Seungcheol’s eye twitches just as Jeongguk shoots him an incredulous look, arms crossed in mock annoyance. “I’m a horny boy, what can I say.”

“Please do not ever use those words to describe yourself again.”

The younger male stands in silence, nodding in thought.

“Fuck, wow, I should’ve noticed. All those extra shifts you were taking, the reason why you could never come hang… You don’t like working here as much as Yoongi-hyung but you--holy---holy shit, wait--you… you can’t be…”

Fuck, here it comes.

“You’re fucking ‘dom.cheol’ aren’t you? You’re the one always leaving her insane fuckin’ donations all the time… and the gifts.. Oh my god. The ‘cheol’ was from Seungcheol, I should’ve known...”

Seungcheol dies a million deaths inside his head; the ringing in his ears becoming unbearable while Jeongguk stares at him in mild disbelief. “It all clocks out, holy fuck. No wonder you were so fucking eager to pick up so many extra shifts…” Seungcheol’s mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure what to say.

“I mean, fuck hyung, I--I’m kind of impressed but wow. You think you know a guy, huh?” Jeongguk laughs, patting the older male on the shoulder. “She’s only one of the hottest camgirls out there right now. You’re a lucky man, hyung.”

A weird possessiveness washes over Seungcheol, hands gently balling up into fists at his side. “Okay, well, she… she’s just here to chill, alright? Don’t do anything weird. And most of all, don’t say anything weird either.” The younger male nods, already walking back to where you were standing.

“Hey, sorry, hyung’s paycheck is gonna be pretty sad next week and I had to let him down gently. Anyway, I’m Jeongguk. You are?”

You give him a fake name; shaking his hand over the counter as he grins at you.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You spend the first two hours on the floor skating; catching Seungcheol’s eyes on you from time to time as he sits nearby cleaning skates. The place seemed pretty empty, which was something that Seungcheol was immensely glad for.

Eventually you skate off out of the rink, making your way to Seungcheol who smiles at you when you come sit next to him. “Told you. Bored already, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, watching as the few other people continue to skate around the rink.

“I mean… it’s different! Right about now I’d usually be six episodes into a new series or something… It’s nice to be somewhere else and doing something different.”

He nods in return, slightly pouting when he turns to face you. “I hate that you have to go home tonight.” You mirror his sentiments, lips quirking into a sad smile.

“I know… I don’t wanna go home…”

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, eyes flitting over to Jeongguk. “Hey, maybe we can bail a little early. This place is pretty dead anyway, and I--I can have Jeongguk clock me out when he leaves. My shift is supposed to end at 3PM and it’s noon now so… We can leave in a hour? Maybe get a late lunch?”

“Seungcheol… I don’t want you to get in trouble…” You mumble, brows furrowing in concern. “Really, it’s okay! We can just hang here ‘til then and still have time to get dinner!” He sighs, knowing you were right. Now was not the right time to be testing the waters with Jeongguk and Namjoon.

“Okay, okay, you win, baby.”

It takes 45 minutes.

45 minutes and a free drink from the concession stand before your mind starts wandering.

You watch Seungcheol converse with Jeongguk behind the concession stand; his cute laugh sending you into orbit when your eyes meet and you can’t stop the thrums of lust pouring over your body when a certain idea pops into your head.

Seungcheol turns his attention back to the younger male and you quickly start to unlace your skates and put your normal shoes back on before Seungcheol’s entire break gets taken up.

You walk up to the two; Seungcheol cleaning off his hands before he exits from behind the counter.

“Seungcheol…” You softly call out; a look of concern crossing his features when he stops in front of you. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, mmhmm! I just--I need to talk to you, if that’s okay?” Jeongguk already turns to leave, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You drag Seungcheol away, tugging him towards an even emptier part of the roller rink as the concern builds up inside of him. “I have an idea.” He feels himself gulp, already anticipating what you have to say.

“And…?”

“Well… It’s… It won’t t-take long I don’t think, just… hear me out?” You question gently, head tilting cutely up at Seungcheol who already knows he can’t say no to you. “Okay, shoot.”

“Wh--what if we… film a small POV v-video… like, not a live one! Just a small upload on my channel to test the waters maybe? I just---you don’t have to say anything and--and it’ll be quick, and--and like, nothing major just a little, um, f-fingering and--oh my god, sorry, I shouldn’t have a-asked, that’s just---I’m s-sorry I was thinking about it and it kinda got to me and I’m---I’m kinda already wet just thinking about it and--”

“No, let’s… let’s do it. To be fair, people seem to like risqué public things like that right?” A crimson blush falls on Seungcheol’s cheeks as he turns the tables, wrapping a hand around your wrist as he walks you to the employee restroom. “It’s… there shouldn’t be anyone in here so we should be safe.” He mutters, checking to make sure before he ushers you inside and locks the door behind him.

“I don’t know what to do so you’ll have to guide me a little here, baby.”

You nod, pulling your phone out and opening the camera app. Scrolling, you put it in video mode, clicking the red button before passing it to Seungcheol. “I’ve never done it either but I’m sure I can just… crop it and I m-mean it’s meant to be a little shoddy, right?” You giggle nervously, body already on fire when Seungcheol makes the camera face you. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not comfortable with your voice being in the video, I just need… this.”

You reach for his free hand, playing with it as you run your fingertips across the veins. “I’m sorry, daddy… I just… I couldn’t help but think about your fingers inside my tight pussy...” Seungcheol almost loses his grip on your phone; palm clammy when he watches as you bring his hand underneath your short dress.

“Please… please, won’t daddy fuck me with his fingers? I promise I’ll be good for the rest of the day if he lets me cum on his fingers…” You whine.

Seungcheol isn’t ready to have his voice heard yet, so he nods, fingers twitching in your hold.

You take this as an okay to continue, dragging his hand up until his knuckles graze your panties. “O-oh, fuck…”

This time Seungcheol takes the lead; his own body ablaze when he can already feel your wetness soaking through your panties. He presses into it, digging his fingers into the wet material until it sticks to you like a second skin. “D-daddy, please, please, put them inside, I need it!!” You mewl, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible while still being audible enough on camera.

He shoots you a look; one that tells you to hike your dress up until your soaking panties are seen through the camera lens. And you easily follow, holding your dress up as Seungcheol drops to his knees, angling the camera upwards until only his fingers and your clothed pussy are in view. You spread your legs a little more, back resting on the wall behind you.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He gulps once, saying a prayer before he slowly pushes your panties to the side. And you all but lose any semblance of sanity the second he runs his fingertips through your wetness, pussy clenching around emptiness. “Fuck--fuck me, please!”

Once Seungcheol deems his fingers wet enough, his eyes meet yours, asking for silent consent before he makes any further moves. You nod frantically, fingers gripping the material of your dress tightly.

Seungcheol bites his lip the second he starts sinking his first finger into your tight warmth; already feeling the drool pooling in his mouth when you moan loudly. He starts a slow pace, mentally noting just how obscenely wet you are when he drags his finger out slowly. “Ngh, daddy m-more, please, I can take it, I wanna be f-full~” He gives it a few more thrusts of his index finger before he adds his middle finger; this time slowly sinking both digits into your pussy as you whimper above him.

His eyes flit up, mesmerized when he sees your face contort in bliss. “O-oh my god, I’m--I’m already so close… Daddy’s fingers are so much bigger and thicker than mine, it fuh--feels so good…” You mutter; squirming when Seungcheol doesn’t move.

And it takes him a second; too fixated on the way your tight walls only seem to suck his fingers in deeper.

But he starts a moderate pace, scissoring and curling his fingers inside of you until you’re reduced to whines and soft breathy moans.

He can already feel you getting tighter around his fingers after a few more minutes; doubling his pace when you start to beg.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ‘m so close, fuck! P-please touch my clit, daddy, please make m-me c--cum!”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his pants but he focuses on you, thumb immediately on your clit as he rubs harsh and quick circles on the swollen nub. He doesn’t know how much time has passed or if his break is over, but the look of absolute pleasure on your face is enough to make him not care.

He curls his fingers into your g-spot, holding them still as he continuously rubs your clit until you’re cumming; thighs shaking as you let out shaky breaths above him.

“Oh m-my god, daddy!” You mumble in a hurried frenzy, thighs clamping around his hand between your legs as the pleasure washes over you.

Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, gently wiggling his fingers inside of you as he starts to slow down.

“Mmh… Seungcheol…”

Oh fuck.

He definitely liked it when you moaned his name.

“Y-yes…?” It’s his cue to turn off the camera, shaky finger pressing the ‘stop’ button. He gently slides his fingers out of you, muttering an apology when you wince.

“You don’t have to say sorry! It’s just… ‘m sensitive…” You mewl, already missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Y-yeah, of course! I, um, I hope that was okay? I’ll give you a second to get cleaned up, I’ll uh, run and get you some water.”

You nod in response, thanking him before he quickly washes off his hands and bolts out of the restroom; ears and cheeks redder than a tomato.

Once you’re alone, you quickly open your camera roll, clicking on the video as you hurriedly crop out the beginning and end, making sure that the short video didn’t have any incriminating details before you open up your camming homepage.

There’s a moment of unsureness that makes you pause. You bite the inside of your cheek, weighing the potential outcomes of posting this to your page.

But before you can change your mind, you quickly start the upload; adding a title and a short description before you lock your phone to let it process.

In the meantime, you get cleaned up, checking your appearance in the mirror once before picking up your phone again. Unlocking it, you find the upload has finished and you exhale sharply, publishing the video before locking the device again.

You move to exit the restroom, already finding Seungcheol holding a bottle of water on the other side.

“Oh, there you are! Everything okay?”

“Mmhmm! I uploaded the video before I could change my mind so I’m a little nervous…” You trail off, accepting the bottle that Seungcheol passes you.

“Well, the good news is, we’re bailing, now. I told ‘Guk to clock me out so we should get out of here so I can get your mind off of that.”

He shoots you a genuine smile, offering his hand which you take.

“Let’s fuckin’ get some ice cream, I think we deserve it.”

Seungcheol takes you on a scenic drive, taking you to an ice cream shop further away from town.

The two of you sit down in a booth towards the back of the shop and he helps clear your head, talking about various topics to keep your mind off of the huge risk you’d just taken.

“Anyway, that’s one of the reasons why I’m never bar-hopping with ‘Guk again. He’s got no limit, nobody can keep up and nobody wants to keep paying the uber fees.” You laugh as Seungcheol finishes his story, taking a sip of your milkshake.

You can’t help but sigh after a few seconds, pouting at Seungcheol who blinks questioningly at you. “‘Cheollie, I don’t wanna go home…” He stares back, unsure of what to say. A million different thoughts run through his mind in the split second before he opens his mouth.

“Why don’t you stay with me for a couple more days?”

Seungcheol doesn’t understand the gravity of his words until they spill out of his mouth; a panicked look on his face when you go completely silent in the seat across from him. “I m-mean, uh, I mean, like, fuck. I’m sorry, that must’ve been way too out of bounds. I just---it’s just, you don’t want to go home and---and I can take care of you while you’re here! Even if it’s just a couple days. I can help you film too!” He curses himself for rambling; immediately shutting himself up.

“I--I don’t want to bother you, ‘Cheol… That’s really too kind of you…” A shy blush coats your skin; chewing on your bottom lip when you shyly avoid his gaze. “A-and my filming stuff is back home too… I brought a few toys with me so I could film my weekend shows but--but my camera…”

“I can ask Jeongguk!”

You shoot him a bewildered look, brow quirking. “He--he streams sometimes too, like, video games ‘n shit. He actually offered me his extra equipment a while back, if I ever wanted to get into it myself. I can ask to borrow it, if you want?”

You drink in his words, unsure. The thought of staying with Cheol might’ve danced across your mind a handful of times, but now that the offer was on the table, you weren’t sure how to respond.

You trusted Seungcheol, and you knew by now that he would never do anything to hurt or betray you. But this was a far leap from how things were the last time you’d seen him.

“Listen, I can see the cogs in your head turning, baby. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing your hand into anything you don’t want. But I know you’ve been wanting to get out a ‘lil more and… well, in truth, I think it’d be nice for both of us? I can take care of you while you’re here with me and we can keep each other company.” He pauses, smiling at you from across the booth. “But I can also take you back to your hotel room and let you pack so you don’t get home too late.”

“‘Cheol I trust you.. It’s just that… I’m s-scared…”

“Scared? Of what, baby?”

The warmth blooms inside of you; shy eyes meeting his.

“Scared that I’m not gonna wanna go home…”

Seungcheol takes it easy for the rest of the day and doesn’t make an effort to get an answer out of you. He takes you around the city, tugging you into shops he thinks you’d like and walking around with you aimlessly until the sun goes down.

But time seems to go even faster once he takes you to dinner; a sigh on his lips when he knows he has to bring the topic back up.

“I hate to ask but… I have to take you back to your hotel after this so…” Seungcheol trails off, leaving it open-ended for you.

“I know… I just want to know… Why do you like me so much?”

The question takes Seungcheol by surprise; eyes wide as saucers. “I--I’m sorry I don’t follow?” You chuckle under your breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… we were strangers, kind of, before Friday, you know what I mean? And now you’re offering your place to me to just… crash at for a few days? What if I rob you blind? Or what--what if you try something with me that I don’t like?” You suddenly start catastrophizing; mind going a mile a minute with potential outcomes.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, wait. Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay! Breathe!” You let out a shaky exhale, groaning as you hide your face in your palms. “God, ‘Cheol, ‘m sorry, I--I really want to stay with you for a few days. It’s just that my brain is going light speed and I can’t keep up. I really like you too, you’ve been nothing but kind and sweet and you’re so handsome, it’s just so crazy to me...” Your words are slightly muffled but Seungcheol catches it, a soft chuckle on his lips when he leans his head on his palm.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa and leave you alone. You can take the bed. Hell, you can even rob me blind and I’d say thank you.”

He reaches his free hand over, fingers circling your wrist as he pulls your hand down. “And I’m offering you my place because I like you as you. You’re cute and funny, and so fuckin’ humble. And I want to get to know you better. In person, y’know?”

“Y-yeah… I wanna get to know you better too. And it’s only a couple days right?”

“Right.”

Seungcheol drives you back to your hotel, a smile on his face when he sees you in better spirits.

He parks his car in front, turning to face you. “So I’ll just wait here while you grab your things and check out, okay? I’ll contact ‘Guk to see if I can swing by and take that extra equipment he offered.”

This time you nod cheerily, body buzzing with excitement as you hurriedly step out of his car. “I’ll be quick!”

He gives it a moment before he picks his phone up, taking a deep breath before typing out a message to the younger male.

‘Hey, ‘Guk I have a favour. Get back to me asap if u can.’

Jeon 🥴 : bold of u to msg me…

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features; fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘What are you talking about?’

Jeongguk takes a second to send a screenshot, Seungcheol’s cheeks burning a crimson colour when he sees the content.

Jeon 🥴: it’s the employee restroom for me.

Jeon 🥴: bruh it’s also the fuckin way i knew it was u before i even played the video… fuck man is that why u too so long on ur break? u do kno u went over right, I clocked it cuz i was expecting u to come back sooner

Jeon 🥴: for the rec im not mad, actually im impressed just cant believe this is u

Seungcheol ignores Jeongguk’s messages, instead opening the screenshot again and re-reading the video title.

‘I was so needy… 🥺 so I asked daddy to finger me in public…’

Jeon 🥴: bitch i kno ur reading this im dropping the hyung bc u kept this from me!!

Jeon 🥴: after i even offered u my extra camming stuff u were already doing it behind my back…

Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the younger male’s dramatic nature, fingers quickly swiping across the keyboard.

‘Alright, I’m sorry okay? I just didn’t think my online habits needed to be public knowledge and for the record, that was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. I promise no more secrets, unless absolutely necessary. And also speaking of that extra equipment, can I swing by and grab it from your place?’

Jeon 🥴: r u gonna cam now? u got one sip of the devils juice and now ur all in?

‘Would u stop being dramatic oh my god. It’s not for me, it’s for ‘cherry’. She’s going to be staying with me for a few days and I fully expect you to keep your mouth shut on this.’

Seungcheol grimaces when he calls you by your online handle; already feeling unfamiliar with it.

Jeon 🥴: o i c. sure, u can come pick it up, simp. I’ll make sure she’s got all the necessary things before u get here and u owe me one!! i fully expect u to come stream with me at least once for keeping ur secrets

‘It’s a deal. I’ll be there in an hour and a half.’

A sigh escapes Seungcheol’s lips, his eyes dancing over to your figure that skips towards the car. He locks his phone just as you tap on the glass, popping the trunk before he steps out.

“How’d it go? All checked out?”

“Mmhmm! Did you get in contact with Jeongguk? What’d he say?”

A nervous laugh spills from his lips as he puts your small luggage in the trunk, slamming it shut before rounding the car to open your door. “I’ll help you get settled in at my place and then I’ll drive over really quick and grab the stuff from his place.”

You hop in his car, fiddling with the seatbelt until Seungcheol slides into the driver’s seat.

“He didn’t ask what you needed it for?” Gulp. Shit.

“I just told him that I was thinking about streaming, for--for gaming stuff. He was okay with it.”

He’d tell you the truth. Soon, he promises.

No. Now.

Seungcheol sighs, hands on the wheel as he stares straight ahead. “No, no, I--I can’t sit here and lie to you. Jeongguk knows you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I told him to keep his mouth shut because I didn’t want him to bother you while we were at the roller rink.”

“I--oh…”

He can only nod; eyes dancing over to you as you play with the hem of your dress. “Yeah, I--I’m really sorry. He--He also found out I was ‘dom.cheol’ too and, fuck, I--I don’t know, I kind of panicked too. I hid that part of me from everyone I know so it was just… it was a lot.”

You meet his sad eyes, shooting him a small smile of your own. “It’s okay! It’s a little funny that happens right after that ‘kitty_junjun’ says he saw me in person too, huh? I mean, thanks for trying to protect me at least. It must’ve been weird for you too.”

“Yeah… If you’re not comfortable anymore, I… I’d understand too.” Seungcheol prepares himself for the worst, knowing that there was a chance that this was goodbye.

“Are you kidding! What’s one person gonna do? And you said he’s your best friend and you trust him… I’ll have to take a leap of faith on that one but… I trust you.”

You lean over the center console, kissing him on the cheek. “And anyway, as long as he’s not one of those weirdos asking for ‘favours’, I think we’re in the clear, right?”

Seungcheol grimaces; as long as it’s from me and not you, he thinks.

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ranmanjuu · 3 years

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Hey there how are you? This literally just came to my mind how will the warlords react to an mc who sees ghosts / spirits and talks with them?

i’m doing fine, thanks for asking! honestly, this is a concept that i’m very interested in (in fact, i had an idea something along these lines, though not quite, that was one of the factors why i made this blog in the first place) cause of the three ikeseries games i know, ikesen is the one who handles death the most (at least in terms of many lives lost, with war and whatnot.)

and i wish i can expand more but also! i’m Lazy

(disclaimer that the uses of sixth senses and how spirits/spiritual “energy” works here are of my own creation, cause in all honesty i don’t know shit abt them)

—nobunaga:

the ability to see the spirits of the dead, in the modern times, was. . .interesting, to sum it up.

living with it since you were a child, you’ve a lot of experiences that range from dread and scary, to extremely fascinating. in the world of constant normality, to a fault even, it’s a sort of (sometimes morbid) curiosity to interact with those who have passed.

however,,, not many times did you tap into scenarios where you got that close to how that person died.

occasional car crashes, although the ones you were bystander to were strangers to you. those you know who did, never you got to see die in front of your eyes. and frankly, you didn’t want to see it,

however, now,,, the world seems to have different plans for you.

out of all the periods, you were flung back to a war-stricken one. even worst, being practically taken in by who’s known as the ruthless unifier of japan.

it all started from the second day, the first battle you were dragged into. while you tried to block out the death you saw around you,,, the way nobunaga slashed the enemy commander would never leave your mind.

doesn’t help that later on you already saw the fire-like spirit, one that would resemble the man standing near the burning castle. reality set in for you at that moment; you’ll be seeing a lot of these.

each battlefield you were dragged into, you could see the spirits that would wander around, in agony, anger or otherwise. either while the flames of battle were swishing, or afterwards when you patched up the injured soldiers.

and almost each time you sense that anger was the thing that tied their spirit to the physical world (from the enemies, of course), somehow, in any way, nobunaga was a part of it.

and you can see why. you’ve heard stories, from the dead and alive, of the supposed atrocities he’s committed, and if you were honest, it created much more a distance.

perhaps it was because you knew much more clearer, the wishes the passed enemy soldiers would curse him for laying upon whatever damage he had. perhaps that was what would always haunt you, how they described his actions, that made you as tense as you were each time you visited the tenshu.

yet,, you always showed a level of care for him, that was clear the first night you went up to his tenshu to thank him for saving your life.

and slowly, you begin to see the truth of his actions. maybe there was more to him, you thought.

it made you believe much more in non-violence, which was why when the lord presented you with a gun or a sword to take his or your life,

you refused both outcomes.

you wanted to live, a burning desire to survive just like everyone else. but it goes without saying that you don’t want nobunaga to die either. not only rooted in the strong feelings you’ve grown regarding violence, but also. . .

“i don’t think i could bear to see your spirit lingering. i - i just don’t want—”

you let out a shuddering breath as the weigh of the wishes, regrets, stories, anger of the dead wash over you. so many lives have been lost—you feel like you’re simply a bearer, a messenger, for those who have passed.

you can’t even begin to imagine the ghost of nobunaga, whatever weigh he held even after death, and especially if you were the one to take his life.

“. . .what do you mean by that?”

you snap back as you look up at him, and realize that you’ve never really told him of your sixth sense. with a heaving breath, you look down to the gun and katana as you begin to explain.

explaining how you’re able to see soldiers, citizens, everyone, who was caught in the crossfire. both enemies and allies. stories of those who they’d lost, or those who’d lose them. unsaid goodbyes, sworn revenge, all of which were burnt into your mind.

their families, friends, who’ve waited for them, all of those haunt your mind until you feel like you live to tell the tale of the passed. countless nights, as you wonder if you’ll ever meet any of them, and if you’ll ever tell them how they’d felt. all the unsaid words.

slowly, he begins to understand clearer. your want for peace, your absolute disdain for death. the clear suffering you heaved, to honor each spirit.

and maybe, it’d lead to a change in him.

—kenshin:

you always found something. . .interesting about kenshin. you’d learn later that he’s the god of war, the ruthless dragon of echigo that took thrill in the most dangerous battles, but. . .something more to it.

it started when you two where alone in the field, where the fireflies rose as if the stars itself descended down to your presences. such was a sight to behold, kenshin standing amidst it all, having a thousand mile stare, to something lost. no words were said, you were all too mesmerized by the sight.

until, just as the luminescent bugs seem to flicker for just a moment, you see it. someone beside him, faded and clouded, and just as you blinked with a slight gasp, it disappears.

kenshin looks at you, the slight glow shining on his face, the moonlight and fireflies clashing together, “what is it?”

you look into his eyes, solemn and stern. “nothing.” you say, and so, it passes. but it wouldn’t be the last time.

it’s never happened when others are around, you took note. the next time was the night he put you in prison, your distraught was caught off guard last minute.

you see the flickers of a figure again, and this time, it lingers longer. you can see it clearer now. a girl, at around a teenager’s age with long hair. wordlessly, she looks at you with vacant, yet sad eyes, and walks away in the direction of kenshin.

you lean forward against the bars to look more, but. . .she’s gone.

and you keep seeing her, mainly whenever you and kenshin were alone together. hell, you’ve tried to talk to her when the man went away and she lingered, but. . .not even a single word was ever uttered.

as you grew closer and closer to the bunny lord, you’d see clearer his,, overbearing nature towards you, to an extreme needless to say. and soon, you’d learn why.

you listened to the tale and story from shingen, and silently, all the things clicked. that girl,,, it must be isehime then.

returning back to kenshin’s room, once you set eyes, you immediately notice the ghostly figure sitting in the middle. you take a breath, and step in. despite it not facing you, you know it can see you.

“. . .isehime, isn’t it?” you ask, and her head turns to you. with eyes delicately shining, you’d almost see them as if they were alive.

“so you’ve heard.” she answers, a soft whisper.

your eyes land on the ground, thinking, before they rise up to meet hers again, “. . .what is it that bounds your spirit to the living world?” such was a question you’d ask before, and you figured, now that you knew the story, you’ll get an answer.

she gazes at you with deep thought, then turns her eyes to the floor, “i just want to see him move on from what happened that day.”

everything was silent apart from her soft, echo-ish voice. “i know he’d eventually move on from the crush had i lived. and i too, i no longer like him when i was alive. however,” she looks at the clan crest with the same look kenshin had on the night of the fireflies field, “it hurts to see that it haunts him to this day. it hurts—and i can do nothing but watch. he holds a weigh of trauma, and i just—”

her head turns to you, “i just want him to move on. from the pain, the past, all of it.”

and the way she looks at you,,, it’s a look you’re familiar with. as you feel your own weight sink onto your shoulders, you knew, she’s relying on you.

and so it leads us here, now, by a small isolated place in the middle of the woods. you had this night, this one night, to convince kenshin to stop his war against the oda caused by an incident inflicted on you.

in the end, you do. with a promise that you’d stay by his side no matter how dark the road becomes, along with a ripped kimono. . .you hope for a better future for him, with you accompanying him on the rough journey.

through the trees, the faint figure of isehime begins to fade, and with a soft smile on her face, a melancholic look, she whispers to the night, “thank you. i’ll leave him in your hands.”

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quietmyfearswith · 4 years

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where our demons hide {dark!steve rogers x fem!reader} part 3

status — ongoing series

warnings — non-con, oral sex (receiving), name-calling, swearing, porn with a bit of plot, dark!steve rogers, penetrative sex, mentions of birth control pills n plan b, somnophilia, hints of stalking, car sex, dry humping, hints of being drugged

word count — 3,181 words

a/n — u can read this as a standalone but if you want, you can read the first & second part. my askbox is open if you guys wanna talk, rant, or if u have questions abt this fic or my other fics. feedback is very much appreciated! have a great day and stay safe guys :>

masterlist

part one — tony stark

part two — sam wilson

Popping open the hood of her car, Y/N maneuvered from behind the wheel and in front of the car. Lifting the hood and propping it open with the hood prop, she tried to check what was wrong with the engine. To her knowledge, there was no issue with the car’s battery, and that the spark plugs looked intact, while there was no damage in her air filter.

Just as she was to open the radiator cap, Y/N heard heavy footsteps coming closer, peering over her shoulder, she was able to make out that it was Captain Rogers himself who seemed to be approaching her while carrying a bottled water with him. “Everything alright here?” he wondered as Steve stood a few metres away from her.

Placing one of her hands on the radiator cap, the other gestured to her car, “Not really, no. Car decided not to start so I’m left to wonder what’s wrong with it, Captain.” Steve nodded in understanding, “Want me to take a look at it? Pretty girls like you in that dress shouldn’t sweat these kinds of things, you know?”

Y/N chuckled nervously, surprised by the compliment but figured that being the gentleman that he was, Steve Rogers would offer to take a look at her car, she decided that she did not want to seem like a know-it-all or snobby, so she took up his offer, “Uh, that would be great, yeah. I’m not really knowledgeable with cars, so,” she trailed off weakly.

He smiled warmly at her, handing the bottled water, “You mind holding this for me? You can even have it if you want,” he offered, and the gleam in his eyes looked as if he really was concerned for her well-being. Nodding, Y/N took the bottled water — and in that moment did she only realize how thirsty she really was and so she twisted the cap, weirdly with ease and no hassle just like how one would usually struggle in opening a bottled water, and took a big gulp of it.

Wiping her mouth of the residual water with the back of her hand, she thanked Steve for his efforts, “Thank you for the water, by the way,” she began and she noticed how his smile widened and she was far too concerned with her car’s conditions to catch the hint of darkness behind that smile of his, “Any luck figuring out what’s wrong with it yet?”

She did not want to seem impatient or doubtful with his ability to figure out what was wrong with her car. No, she just was eager to go home and take a bubble bath while sipping on some wine. It had been a stressful two weeks for her, not only in terms of her work. But also of the two other events that involved two of the Avengers. There was a part of her that was debating whether she should file a harassment complaint since they both had made moves to her and refused to listen to her pleas. While there was also this part of her that was extremely satisfied and pleased with the events — for they both had given her unimaginable pleasure.

Lost in her thoughts, she missed how Steve had already checked on the transmission oil, windshield washer fluid, and brake fluid — for he was now lowering the hood prop and closing the hood. “It seems like there’s something wrong with the transmission oil and there’s a leak in the container of the brake fluid.” Y/N frowned, in confusion and disappointment, the past few times she’d use her car she failed to notice that there was something wrong or leaking with her car. But then it also meant that she would have to spend thousands on repairing it and now she had to take a cab home which would delay her relaxation plans.

With a sigh, she thanked him, “Well that’s a bummer, but thank you Captain. At least I know what to say to the mechanic when he takes a look at it,” Steve wiped his hands on his grey shirt, “It was nothing, just wished I could be of more help to you. Plus, call me Steve, it’s not like we’re complete strangers, yeah?”

Y/N was grabbing her shoulder bag and laptop bag that was placed on the front passenger side as Steve replied so she missed the light and dark smirk he had when saying the last part. Shutting and locking the car, “You were a big help, Ca-Steve, thank you, really. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll now be calling a cab.”

Upon saying how she decided to go home, Steve looked at her as if he had a bright idea, “What about I drive you home? It’s not like I have anything big planned tonight anyway,” he suggested to her. She looked up at him bewildered, she knew that Steve was kind and thoughtful, but she doubted she was someone important enough for him to go the extra mile. “If you’re sure it won’t be a big hassle to yeah,” before she could even finish the sentence, the Avenger was already grabbing her hand and leading her to where his car was parked.

“You seem very much eager huh?” she chuckled, trying to hide her nervousness. Steve looked at her and smiled, “Just need to get away from the compound, you know? Had a tough meeting earlier with Stark so needed to let off steam,” he explained.

At the mention of the hero, she silenced herself since memories of the time she spent with him resurfaced; while there was also a part of her that was curious about what they had talked about. Steve opened the door for her once they reached his car — she was also surprised with how there was only a short distance they had to walk to reach his car, but in her exhausted state, she was thankful for that. After closing the passenger door for her, Steve quickly jogged over to the driver’s side. “Uh I live at 300 40th avenue,” Y/N spoke up as he turned on the engine. As Steve began driving, he smirked as he mumbled something the head of research could not quite catch, “What did you say?” A shake of his blonde hair was the only response she got, before she could further inquire, there was a ringtone that surprised them both.

Muttering a string of apologies, Y/N grabbed for her phone and read the reminder she had set out to remind her to take her birth control pills. She decided that it would be better for her to take these pills instead of always buying Plan B every time she’s had sex. Fumbling, she looked for the pill case she placed on her bag, “Everything alright, Y/N?” Steve wondered and looked at her when they were stopped at an intersection by the stoplight.

She nodded, showing him the pill case she had found, “Just need to drink these, thanks once again for the bottled water,” putting the car back on drive, Steve could only smile to himself and say how it was nothing big. From his peripheral vision, he could see how she swallowed the pill and washed it down with the water, finishing it all in one gulp. They knew how she twice bought Plan B following her sexual activities with Sam and Tony; they were surprised as well to find out that she started to be on the pill.

After taking the pill, Y/N started to feel drowsy. Which was weird considering the previous times when she’d take it and be able to carry out with the rest of her day. It must be because of the exhaustion, she thought to herself. With that, she allowed herself to close and rest her eyes.

Turning off the engine and parking in a dark and secluded spot. They have yet to reach her place, but knowing that the front of it was illuminated and had the tendency of having passersby — and Steve could not risk anyone seeing them. Unbuckling his seat belt, he turned to where the sleeping beauty had peacefully been snoozing ever since she drank all of the water he had drugged.

His left hand was reaching over to her side to lower her seat while the right one unlatched her seat belt. Once he’s done both, Steve crossed the center island of the car and straddled over where Y/N’s unconscious form was laying. Brushing his knuckles over cheeks he stared at her adoringly, “Maybe our next time together, you’ll be fully awake. And hopefully then you’ll be able to enjoy this.”

Her face did not twitch or any part of her body did not respond to his touch and his words. Steve decided that there was no time to waste; he made quick work of unzipping the side of her dress, from there he hurriedly tried to undress her from the confines of her yellow dress that just accentuated her figure. Lowering the upper portion of her dress and freeing her arms, Steve was surprised to see how she didn’t wear a bra; and her stiff and mouth-watering nipples greeted him.

“Looks like you knew how much I wanted you, baby girl,” he muttered before dipping his head down to suck on one her nipples, while his hand toyed with the other; pulling, twisting, and pinching on it while his mouth enveloped her nipple, even her entire breast, and left his marks on it. Pulling away even to just switch — his mouth focusing on the nipple he had toyed with his hand while his other hand further toyed with the saliva he had left on the other nipple — had proven to be difficult for him since he could not get enough of it.

Once he was sure that he had left his mark on her other breast, Steve reluctantly pulled his head and hand away, “Fuck baby, you’re so irresistible.” He then proceeded in lifting the bottom part of her dress until it rested just above her navel.

As he was sliding her beige lace, almost see-through panties, he talked to her as if she was awake, “As much as I love these panties, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to keep them, doll,” he twisted and placed it on the glove compartment behind him before facing her once more, “But I talked with Tony earlier, we agreed to change your dress code,” he slid one of his hands down to her stomach then to her clit where he began rubbing her quickly, “Starting today, you aren’t allowed to wear panties anymore,” surprised with the juices that came out of her following his actions, he decided that he needed to feel more of her and slid in two of his fingers, “The only thing you can wear down there, is our cum.”

Steve then was relentless in pushing in and out his fingers, he couldn’t get enough of how tight she was and how her body seemed to never stop producing wetness; it became to much for him to the point wherein he was now humping his hard-on her thigh as he was sucking and licking her breasts, switching between the two every so often.

“Can only imagine how tight you’ll be with my cock inside you, doll,” Steve grunted as he slid in a third finger inside her, resulting in her walls hugging his fingers even tighter which caused Steve to stop his oral assault on her breasts and grind even faster on her thigh. With the three fingers inside her, his thumb began on rubbing her clit; determined to get him to cum for him, “Come on, baby, I know you can come for me,” Steve whispered and he stopped his grinding on her for he wished to cum inside her and was determined to get her to cum first.

As if her body responded to him, even in her blacked out state, she did cum after a few more harsh thrusts and rubbing of his fingers. “You are one obedient little girl, aren’t you?” Steve laughed in surprise but was still pleased as he pulled out his fingers from her cunt and brought the drenched fingers into his mouth, and he moaned loudly at the taste of her cum dripping on his fingers, “You taste better than anything I ever ate, baby girl.”

Once he was done drinking up her juices that stuck to his finger, he began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, not fully removing them but just enough for his cock to be free from their restraints, “Maybe next time you’ll be the one to get a taste of me, hm?” Lifting one of her legs and placing it on his shoulder, he began to tease the tip of his cock by rubbing it just at her entrance, spreading some of her cum.

Pushing in slowly, Steve let out a loud grunt at how wet and warm her pussy was. His left hand was holding on the leg that was placed on her shoulder, while the right one was grabbing onto one of her breasts. Sliding all the way in, he had to stay still for a few seconds due to how tight her walls enveloped his dick, his hand was no doubt leaving a mark on her leg with how intensely he was grabbing onto her. “They failed to mention how tight you were gonna be, baby,” he muttered as he began to slowly thrust into her pussy.

Slow and sharp thrusts were being given to her motionless figure, and Steve loved how she seemed to be welcoming it with how her cunt was clenching on his dick. Once getting the hang of he was being wrapped in her walls, Steve’s thrusts gradually became faster. His hips slamming into the back of her thigh and her body was shaking with his thrusts. The super soldier's stamina and endurance was being challenged with the way her body was welcoming him.

In between his fast and ruthless thrusts, he managed to remove his hand from her breast and put it on her other leg and lift it, but instead of placing it on his shoulder, he pushed both of her legs until they were almost by her ears and resting at the car’s headrest. Surprised by her flexibility and how her body was compliant with how he moved it around, he grunted out his praises for her, “Such a whore you are, baby. Just letting me use you any way you want huh?”

After a hard thrust, he slammed in and didn't move for a while, even then her walls were squeezing him. His mouth found her neck and sucked on it enough to leave his marks, “You fucking like this, don’t you?” he muttered as he began to move his hips in circles, not yet thrusting. “You like it when the Avengers use your body? Like being our slut, baby?”

He heard her moaning and letting out small whimpers, he smirked thinking that maybe she thought what he was doing was all a dream, but she’d be pleased to know it was not a dream and instead very much real. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, until only the tip was in her, then thrust right back in her quickly and roughly, which made Steve moan loudly for he was close to reaching his climax.

Repeatedly, he would slam how hips hard onto the back of her thighs. But now he would rub her clit with his one hand while the other busied itself with toying with her nipples. As his mouth was making sure to leave marks in her neck that would be difficult to cover up, he was whispering to her, “I can feel you squeezing me even more baby, fuck didn’t think that was possible,” her clit had already been swollen with how he was rubbing her and her pussy was clenching on him so hard he thought he was already gonna spill his seed inside of her, “Come on baby, come for me. Drench my cock with your juices. Own this cock.”

If Steve wasn’t already getting into town earlier, he was now. Both his hands now grabbed onto her raised legs and proceeded to frantically thrust his cock in and out of her like it would be his only time to fuck her. He was moving her body in a way to respond to how he was entering in her and it wasn’t long until he felt her squirt on his cock which caused him to let out a loud moan as he saw how her pussy released juices that not only soaked his cock, but also coated his jeans. “Fuck baby girl, that was good, you’re such a good fucking girl,” the super solider moaned out as he loosened his grip on her legs and thrusted all the way in as he spilled his cum inside her.

Panting and worn out, Steve lowered her legs and collapsed on top of her — but not to the point that his weight would crush her. His head was on her shoulder as he was struggling to catch his breath as his cock was still planted deep in Y/N and was being squeezed by her walls, as if milking everything he has to offer her.

As he was laying on her, he felt her move and twitch slightly, he looked up to see her slowly opening her eyes and blinking them. She looked out the window and recognized that she was at the abandoned lot near her home. Steve then sat from where he was laying and looked down on her with a sinister smile. Her eyes bulged upon seeing him on top of her, her gaze then drifted down on where her breasts were exposed and her dress was gathered at her stomach.

“What happened?” was the only thing she managed to ask the Avenger, who only laughed as he pulled out his cock out of her pussy with a hiss, “You were a good girl for me, baby. You came around my fingers like I wanted to and you even fucking squirted when I was balls deep in you.” Steve placed his cock back in his jeans and zipped it up, he made his way back to the driver’s seat and started the engine then began to drive.

Meanwhile, Y/N was shocked and frozen with what she had just found out, she slid her hand down to check on her vagina, and was indeed surprised to find that her clit was throbbing and sensitive, along with the fact that it was soaked with juices — though she wasn’t sure if it was hers or his. Suddenly being aware of how she was exposed, she began to redress herself as Steve parked in front of her apartment complex.

Turning off the engine, he turned to her with a smile, “Why don’t you show me where you live and maybe we can spend the night together, hm?”

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Chapter 4

The train journey was excruciatingly long, just as they remembered it to be. Karatsugu peered out the window beside him, his eyes stuck to the darkening sky above, which was also tinted a slight shade darker due to him wearing his large aviator sunglasses. He watched as the scenery outside gradually changed from strictly endless waves of tall green grass and trees to small buildings in the far distance and flat earth.

Across from him, Hajime sat silently, slouching in his seat as he clutched his large backpack to his chest to rest his chin atop it, his eyes shut as he slept quietly. A small smile came to Karatsugu's lips before he yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand whilst his other arm stretched up above his head. He let it fall down onto his lap lazily as he went back to staring out the window, his leg jumping up and down lightly as he inwardly became impatient.

It had been quite a while since he had last come to Akashika District; a year, to be exact. He still remembered the first time he had visited that place like it was only yesterday, as well as the interesting adventure he and his newfound brothers took part in. Karatsugu smiled fondly at the memory, wondering just what else they would be getting up to this time.

He was quickly snapped out of his daydreams as a voice spoke over the intercom, and although it sounded very fuzzy and full of static, he could just about make out what the voice said:

'We are now arriving at Akashika Station. This is the train's final stop. Please ensure you have all your items of belonging before leaving the train. We are now arriving at...'

The voice repeated itself several more times before it fell silent, and Karatsugu could feel the train begin to slow down. He carefully, and very cautiously, leaned forward to nudge Hajime's knee, attempting to rouse him from his nap.

"Hajime... You need to wake up now, we're here..." he mumbled, gently calling for his younger brother. He could feel a bead of sweat beginning to accumulate on his temple as Hajime didn't stir, prompting him to nudge a tad bit harder whilst also bearing in mind to not push his own luck, lest he want a fist to the face.

Thankfully, that didn't happen, and Hajime grumbled against his backpack as his eyes sluggishly cracked open. His dark gaze landed on Karatsugu for a moment before it wandered around the train compartment, shifting slightly in his seat and raising his head. He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, wincing at the soreness from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in.

"... We're here?" he mumbled, barely audible over the ruckus of the train still moving against the tracks. Karatsugu nodded, taking his phone out of his pocket whilst Hajime stretched his arms. Karatsugu swiped through the group chat one of his brothers had created, skimming over his unread messages from hours ago to begin tapping away at his screen.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets

12:24

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Who changed the group chat name?

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] Who do u think lol

[Ozo🍺🚖] its gr8 right! sexxxxxxxxxxxx tuplets HAHAH

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Please shut up.

[Ozo🍺🚖] ur alwas so booooooring chorosuk e lolol anyway! karatsugu n hajime! wya?

[Hajime🐈‍⬛🐾] train

That is correct burazzas!~~😎😎✨✨ Our travels have only barely just begun!💫💫 We will be arriving later tonight! I'm sure you are all very excited for our arrival, hmm~~? 🥀🥀🥀🥀😎😎😎😎

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] We get it plz stop with those ugly ass emojis

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] KARAMATSU NIISAN ICHIMATSU NIISAN HIHHIHUHIHUU!!!!! HIRRY UP I WANNA PLAY!!!!!!

[Chorosuke💐🌹] I don't want to kick you out again, Jyushimatsu. Please don't spam.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets 19:03

[72 unread messages]

We are arriving at the station!✨✨ Ozo, burazza, would you be so kind as to give us a lift?😎😎😎

[Ozo🍺🚖] sureeee its abt time u guys got here!

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] YAYYYYAYA!!! YOUR HERE YOURH ERE!!! OSOMATSU NIISAN CAN I CUM A SWELL????!!!!

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] oh my god eww

[Ozo🍺🚖] Yh! the more the happier as they say

[Chorosuke💐🌹] It's: 'The more, the merrier.' Honestly, how do you not know?

[Ozo🍺🚖] I ain't no nerd anyway ill be there in 10!

──

Satisfied with Ozo's response, Karatsugu put away his phone and stood up, reaching up to the overhang and carefully sliding his suitcase out and onto the floor. He also did the same for Hajime's suitcase, having a sneaking suspicion that the man wouldn't get it himself, but he wasn't bothered by it.

They waited for the train to pull to a stop, the metal wheels against the tracks squeaking and groaning loudly into the air. The voice over the intercom spoke again, signalling that all passengers were now allowed to leave.

So, with their suitcases in hand and their backpacks slung over their shoulders, the two brothers exited the train and stepped onto the same barren and quiet platform. The warm evening air pushed into their faces, the heat a lot tamer than it would be during the day. Hajime looked up towards the sky for a moment, witnessing the final shreds of sunlight melt away into the night as a dark blanket covered the sky.

"We should head outside," Karatsugu spoke up, his baritone voice echoing around the area, "they could be here any minute, now." He had already begun walking towards the exit, and after a few seconds, he heard his brother's footsteps shuffling along the concrete ground, following him from behind.

Karatsugu stepped out first, taking a deep breath of fresh air as a soft breeze picked up around him briefly before it died down. He smiled at the scenery, already feeling at home with his excitement growing by the second.

"Karamatsu-niisan."

The man screamed, jumping on the spot and tripping over his own feet as he tumbled to the ground, his mouth agape and sunglasses askew on his face, eyes darting around to see where that sudden voice came from, only to find a man standing to his right with a brown paper bag over his head and the roughly cut holes where his eyes should be dark and devoid of life.

Hajime stepped out next, taking one good look at Karatsugu on the ground and raising his brow before looking over to the paper bag man. He barely reacted, only giving a slight nod and saying:

"Long time no see, Jyushimatsu."

"Aha! Same here, Ichimatsu-niisan!" Jyushimatsu laughed, rocking back and forth on his heels giddily. Karatsugu, still on the ground, gradually collected himself and cupped his chin with this thumb and forefinger, smirking as if he hadn't just screamed like he had seen a ghost.

"Heh! Jyushimatsu! It has been some time since we last spoke in person!" Unsurprisingly, Karatsugu went ignored as the other headed towards a car that was parked a little further down the road, with the engine still running and the lights beaming down onto the gravelled path. Karatsugu only hummed amusedly, standing up and brushing himself off, making sure to readjust his glasses before grabbing his things and following behind them, listening in on their conversation.

"A lot of things have changed around here since you last visited, you know!" Jyushimatsu swung his arms back and forth as he walked, the smile in his voice heard through his words.

"Yeah? Like what?" Hajime readjusted his backpack on his shoulder, throwing a side glance towards Jyushimatsu. The paper bag man only giggled, his head now swaying side to side, as if nodding along to some unheard tune.

"Things!" Was all he said as they reached the car. The trio paused as the driver's door opened, and out clambered a grinning Ozo with a beer can in hand.

"Finally! I thought you guys were never gonna show up!" He complained, though there was no bite behind his words. Hajime shook his head as he watched Ozo take a large swig from his can.

"You couldn't wait until we got to that otaku's house to start drinking? I don't want to die because of your shitty driving..." he shuffled over to the car, opening the trunk and pushing his suitcase in there as Jyushimatsu sat in the back seats.

"I'm not a lightweight! I can handle more than one can, y'know!" Ozo sat back down in his seat, and Karatsugu also went over to place his suitcase in the trunk before closing it. Hajime sat in the back with Jyushimatsu, leaving the passenger seat up front available. Once they were all settled in the car, Ozo manoeuvred the car out of its parked position and back onto the road.

"Let's chuck your stuff at that guy's place, and then we can go drinking!" Ozo cheered, Jyushimatsu matching his excitement. Karatsugu couldn't help but laugh, and even Hajime couldn't control the small smirk that crept its way onto his face, which he quickly hid behind his backpack.

It was nice to be back.

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You sighed softly as you wiped down the bar top with the slightly damp cloth in your palm. Glancing at the small clock on the wall behind you, you took note of how it had been just over an hour since your shift at Bang Bang Chicken Bar had started and, as per usual, barely anyone had entered the bar. There was that one regular customer who had already came and went — a man with very large front teeth who asked for the same drink every other night, attempted to flirt with you, then would leave with the promise of coming back as a rich French man... whatever that means.

Another sigh escaped you. It was now just past nine o'clock, and you had a strong feeling that the hours were going to slip by a lot slower than you would like. That, and coupled with the fact that you would be the only one working at the bar at this hour (aside from your boss, who would be cooped up in his office until early hours of the morning), you knew it would be yet another boring night ahead.

Well, maybe not entirely boring.

The sound of drums suddenly filled the silence in the bar, which was soon followed by the sound of heavy strums of electric guitars and keyboards. A woman's voice began belting lyrics into the microphone. You watched the band, Killer Fish, perform on the raised platform in the centre of the room, the seven women on stage lost in their own world of death metal music as their heads nodded along violently to the beat.

When you had first started working at Bang Bang Chicken Bar — an obscure bar at the end of a long, winding and empty road on the outskirts of Akatsuka Village — you did not expect the seven quiet and well-dressed women on the stage to start singing death metal. It scared you half to death the first time you heard the screech of guitar strings echoing through the desolate bar. Even the lead singer, Totoko, dressed in a formal Japanese yukata with her hair styled up in an old-fashioned bun, her face stoic and serious, shocked you with her booming voice and scratchy vocals of a true death metal singer.

It was all so unexpected, and the tremors of the music had left you slightly shaky once the first performance was over. Now, though, you had become used to the music, and although it wasn't your preferred choice of music, you began to enjoy the performances. It made the whole bar feel so much more alive.

By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, the performance was over and the group was setting themselves up for another song. You, with nothing better to do, decided you would turn to the shelves stacked with all kinds of alcoholic drinks behind you and sort through them again, making sure they were presented with their labels faced towards the patrons and that they were organised neatly, despite the fact that you had already done this. Three times.

Whilst you mindlessly traced your fingers along the glass bottles, the music started up again, drowning out the sound of the door to the bar opening.

In walked six men, each dressed in black suits, and each of them boisterous and excited to begin their night of drinking. They awed at the group on stage for a moment before one of them took charge and pushed them over to an empty table in the middle of the room. They took their seats and began conversing with each other, laughing at some joke someone made or at another's crazy antics.

Eventually, two of them stood up from their seats, one seemingly more casual with his hands tucked into his pockets whilst the other, donning a black yukata, seemed more uptight with an annoyed frown pressed onto his upturned lips. The two began making their way over to the bar, where you were stood with your back still turned, oblivious of what was happening behind you until your ears picked up the sound of two men conversing.

You tilted your head slightly, squinting your eyes as if it would help with figuring out whether you were hearing things or not, but as the voices grew closer, your eyes widened as you realised no, this wasn't your imagination, and there were actually other customers in the bar.

Turning on your heel, you physically felt your brain fizzle and pop like an old lightbulb at the sight of the two men coming closer towards you, their faces still fresh in your mind from the first time you had encountered them on separate occasions.

"Come on, Chorosuke! You're loaded! A couple of drinks with your money won't hurt anyone!" It was that taxi driver from the other day who was talking, that same sleazy grin displayed proudly on his face as he poked fun at the man next time him; that man from the store who had given you that watermelon, which actually was sweet.

"You and I both know you won't be having 'a couple of drinks!' And you have your own money! Pay for yourself!" He shouted over the music, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he knew all too well that he would inevitably be paying for the drinks. You could only stand in silence as they grew closer and closer, neither of them truly paying attention to your presence as they continued to bicker back and forth until they were stood right in front of you.

Ozo turned to you first, his mouth opening to make his request until his half-lidded eyes locked onto your face. He frowned for a split-second before his eyes widened, the smirk on his lips stretching into an excited grin as he instantly recognised you. Chorosuke, confused by his brother's odd reaction, turned to you as well, only for his expression to fall into a look of horror, his pale cheeks flushing a bright crimson.

"It's you!" They exclaimed together, their tones completely opposite to one another. Pausing, they whipped their heads to look at each other confusedly. "Wait, what?" they questioned in unison.

"How do you know her?" Chorosuke quickly demanded, his eyes flitting between your nervous form and the man beside him.

"I told you, I met a pretty girl yesterday!" Ozo reminded him, "And what about you?"

"I-I, well... We bumped into each other at the market the other day..." Chorosuke's voice trailed off, secretly hoping you would remember him so that he wouldn't be humiliated in front of the one man who wouldn't let something like this go. Lucky for him, you did remember. You remembered that interaction all too well.

"Really?! Wow! Small world, right?" Ozo turned to you, leaning against the bar top with one arm as he gave you a quick once over, a flirtatious look in his eyes that only served to make you shrink into yourself. "Do you remember me? I dropped you off yesterday! Man, if I knew you worked here, I would come by more often!"

They seemed to be waiting for some kind of reaction from you, so you took a minute step back from the countertop and chuckled nervously, an odd smile on your face that probably didn't look like a smile at all.

"Aha... Yeah! Hi... again..."

This was going to be a long, long night.

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