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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 12 part 1 | part 11 | ao3

ha haaaa, i lied about waiting until monday. cw: angst, gory imagery, implied prescription drug abuse

In his dream it’s raining pills.

Steve is crying in his car as rainbow pellets rain from the sky, and then he’s pounding on the Munson’s door while the pills burst into fine powder against his hair, his skin, his clothes. Eddie doesn’t come to the door but suddenly he’s there, teleported outside of it, apologizing right away when Steve demands to know what’s wrong.

“I don’t understand what happened.”

A flash of eyes, of lips; his face doesn’t fully form, but he sweeps one of those perusing looks all over Steve, sees his frayed edges and invites him in to stitch them up.

They talk and laugh for hours — dream logic where the seconds are minutes are years — letting their knees knock together, letting their pinky fingers brush. All the while little pills plink plink against the siding, pharmaceutical hail storm, and suddenly it's morning; Steve has drifted off; Steve has never slept so well. There’s a throw blanket made of cat fur and the smell of coffee and scrambled eggs, Wayne humming sleepily to himself at the stove, waving a spatula in greeting when he spots Steve getting up.

“Mornin'!” he grins. “Ed’s still sleepin’, but feel free to stick around.”

Outside the rain comes harder, heavy knocks against the roof, and when Steve peers into the pan he sees that Wayne’s frying up dead birds. "Just about ready."

He spears a fork into a wing. The feathers start to smoke. “You take your coffee black?”

—

“Ma, you gotta get a job.”

“Hmm?”

She’s watching I Love Lucy.

Steve's head is in his hands.

His elbows are going numb where they’re propped on the breakfast table, and his temples throb, a steady band of pressure like a giant's palm around the sides and back of his skull, pulsing down his aching neck. He’s been staring at next month’s budget for so long it looks like hyro…hiero—?

Whatever. Egyptian shit.

He can’t tell if he’s shit at math or if the math just doesn’t work, but either way it’s not working, and neither is his fucking mom, and he finds himself thinking about this one time in middle school when they took a field trip to a factory with a big hydraulic press. Got to tour the control room; got to pick which fruits to crush.

He remembers the watermelon most vividly of all: the way the rind groaned under the machine’s steady weight, splintering slivers snaked over striped flesh; slowly, slowly, then suddenly, boom!!

Watermelon guts on the concrete floor.

(That was also the first time he got to touch a girl's butt; all the girl's squealed and jumped back from the explosion, and one of them backed herself right into his hand. It was Liz Collins, and it was one hundred percent an accident, because, like, gross, Liz Collins, but still.

Memorable day for two reasons.

God, he needs a nap.)

“A job, ma,” he sighs, a little louder this time. “I can... I don’t know, I can maybe ask around, see if anybody’s hiring? Or- talk to Claudia. Or Karen,” he snaps his fingers by his ear, “or Joyce! She might— yeah. Yeah, she might be able to call and put in a good word at Melvalds...”

She might also be busy being far the fuck away from here. He taps his pencil against his cheek as envy crashes over him. He should be in California. Should spend his time hitting on beach babes and surfing sunny waves instead of drowning in debt and wondering why he’s on a first-name basis with so many random moms.

His mom still hasn’t acknowledged a single word he's said. "Hello? Ma? What d'you think?"

She turns to look at him finally. Gives him a dreamy, lovely smile.

She always was so pretty. “…I’m sorry; what were you saying?”

—

Steve flushes his mom’s pills.

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part 13

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hi i know you just did a sturniolo little sister fic but could you do one where she gets into a fight at school because someone was talking shit to her about her looks or something and she won the fight or whatever but she was in a lot of trouble and matt picked her up from school then like something sweet with everybody and maybe a little bit more with matt cause matt is like my comfort person ?

Fight

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: blood, fighting, etc.

SLS’s POV

All I remember thinking was I’m about to beat this bitch up.

So that’s what I did.

Usually a wouldn’t let a dumb bitch calling me names bother me. But when she compared me to my famous triplet brothers, then called me names right after?

That set me off.

“I can tell the rest of the family got the good looking genes. Look at her then look at her brothers! No wonder she’s only in three of their YouTube videos!” A girl in the hallway said to a bunch of giggling girls.

I throw my books to the floor and walk over to her, breathing heavy. Most of her friends scurry away, shrieking dramatically, but two stay.

I get right up close to her face, pushing her into the lockers. At this point we had an audience.

“What the fuck is wrong you? You-“ I start to say, but then I’m being smacked with a 610 page biology text book, the corner hitting my eye, while the rest practically breaks my nose.

One of the girls stupid friends tried to help her. I stumbled back, turning away from the girl against the locker to see you hit me. The girl, who was now behind me, frantically ran into a nearby classroom.

“Oh you really shouldn’t have fucking done that.” I say, immediately pouncing on her and taking her to the floor.

She was helpless, trying to slap at my bloody and bruised face. I grabbed her hand and put them behind her back, pushing her head into the floor.

I was about to tell her who the fuck she was messing with, when all of the sudden, arms were around my waist pulling me of the girl.

I look up to see Mr. Howard, my Chemistry teacher, who also happens to be the varsity football coach.

“Get to the office Sturniolo! No detors!” He barked at me, letting me go. I kicked my books while walking down the hallway to the office, yelling,

“She’s the one who fucking started it!” And I stick my middle finger up, not even bothering to look back at the girl, crying on the floor, worried about her skirt that I got my blood on.

“SLS/N, I know you’re a good kid. You’re on the all A’s honor roll, you’ve never gotten detention, and you’ve never been sent here before this. What happened that got you so upset?” My principal asked me as I sat across from him.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” I mumbled, chewing my nails because I knew how much trouble I was in.

“Then I’m afraid I’m going to have to suspend you for three days and call your brother to come pick you up.” He said, giving me a sad but knowing look.

“Fine, but I’d call mat if I was you. He’s the only one who can drive.” I say, picking up my stuff and walking straight out of his office to wait for my brother.

Matt walked in, looking upset and down cast, but when he saw my bloody nose and black eye, his face contorted into a look of complete shock. I didn’t stand up.

He signed me out and quietly thanked the lady at the front desk. He then walked over and needed in front of me. I averted his eyes as I felt the tears stabbing at my own. He must have noticed because he said,

“Hey it’s okay kiddo, we’ll talk later.” He the stood, slung my back pack over his shoulder and grabbed my hand as we made our way to the car.

The car ride was pretty quiet, except for my occasional sniffles as the pain from my nose and eye began to set in. I didn’t realize where we were until Matt pulled into the Mcdonalds parking lot and put the car in park.

He got out of the car and rationed me to follow him, as he walked towards the front door. As he held the door open for me, I pulled my hood up, to cover my bloody face.

Matt went up and ordered while I got us a booth all the way in the back, and pulled out my phone.

12 Snapchat notifications and 16 text. All about the fight. I put my phone down and tried to stop the tears threatening to spill, when Matt came back with two chocolate milkshakes and two large fries.

He sat across from me and we began eating, but I still averted eye contact.

“Look at me SLS/N.”

I looked up and he gave me a sad smile.

“you know we have to talk about it, so we might as well get it over with.”

I sighed and began telling him the story. About how the girls at school would always compare me to my brothers and call me ugly names.

“It just gets really hard sometimes when you feel like you have strict expectations to live up to, ya know?” I say, some of my tear slipping to make streaks of blood down my face.

“hey I completely understand. I know what it’s like to be compared to Nick and Chris. It’s the only way people could ever tell us apart!” He says earning a small chuckle from me.

“you just need to learn not to get to fired up about it, and just know that people will be mean, but they don’t know the real you, and how perfect you are. No one compares to you because everyone’s unique. And I am so proud to have you as a sister, and so are Nick and Chris.”

I nod, knowing I wouldn’t be able to talk without sobbing.

“And speaking of Nick and Chris, I haven’t told them yet. But If you want, I can talk to them instead of you having to explain everything again. Sound like a plan?” He says.

I nod again, thankful that I wouldn’t have to go through this again.

We pulled into the drive way, and before I opened the car door to go inside, I had to take a deep calming breath, knowing I’ll be walking into a dozen questions.

“Hey, you got this kiddo!” Matt says grabbing and squeezing my hand lightly, before walking up and opening the front door.

As soon as I step foot into the kitchen, Nick is all over me.

“Oh my fuck, SLS/N! What the fuck happened?” He yelled, picking me up and sitting me in the island, then sprinting to the bathroom for a wash cloth.

“I beat a bitch up.” I say plainly, earning a laugh from Matt. Chris comes up to me and gives me a fist bump.

“Damn sis, you look tough!” He says ruffling my hair. I giggle.

“Christopher!” I hear Nick scold as he walks back in the room. Chris puts his hands up in mock defense.

Nick gently wipes most of the blood off my face, the gives me a sock filled with ice to put on my eye and nose, which were now purple.

“Okay, now spill. What the fuck happened?” Nick says. I look at Matt, who quickly stands from the couch and says,

“Actually Nick, come in here, I need to talk to you and Chris for a sec. Why don’t you go hop in the shower bud.” Mat says.

I give him a quiet okay and hop off the counter and head to the bathroom, taking my ice-sock with me.

Getting all that blood off my face and out of my hair felt so good, no matter how dark blue, green, and purple my nose was. I threw on a pair of sweats and one of Chris’s Fresh Love hoodies, before walking down stairs and to the living room.

Matt, Nick, and Chris were all sitting on the couch, getting ready to watch a show.

Matt motions me over to sit with him, so I grab a new sock of ice, a blanket from the basket and snuggle up with him.

“I think I could get used to this for the next three days.” I joke, snuggling close into Matt’s chest. He chuckles and rubs my back comfortably.

I slowly feel myself driving off, due to the long days events, but not before I hear my brother let out a soft,

“I love you kiddo.”

I hope this is what you were asking for! ❤️

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Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Los Angeles 🏝️

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So. I had a day.

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Okay, but consider

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I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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biblio-smia · 5 months

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part one | part two | part three

rumors spread quickly at grizzly lake.

they travel through quiet exchanges, through notes passed in the middle of class and through instant messages. it doesn't take long to spread a rumor; depending on how interesting the people involved are, it takes a few days at most.

so, of course, the rumor that you and clapton davis are dating naturally makes its way through the halls of grizzly lake within 48 hours.

this particular rumor is solidified by clapton's new pattern of walking you to class, a habit that has made him routinely late to math - which just has to be on the opposite side of the school from your last class of the day. not even wheels in an empty hallway save clapton each time he knocks on the door of ms. jenson's class with a grin on his face and a tardy slip in his hand.

this development between you and clapton turns heads each day it happens, eyebrows raised and questions on the tip of tongues as you two make your way down the hall together. there's no pulling either of you from your bubble on these days, occasionally listening to music but usually too deep in conversation to pay anyone else any mind.

but as the initial surprise mellows, theories about the nature you and clapton's relationship are made - and so began the rumors.

it was the only reasonable explanation, clearly. why else would you, with your ever-cycling group of friends, choose to have clapton davis above anyone else as your escort?

many considered clapton davis the luckiest guy in the world, notebooks clutched longingly to their chests, mouths agape with hopeless desires to replace him.

many wondered how clapton davis had managed to charm you of all people, if there was a formula able to be replicated.

and many were non-believers, refusing to accept that clapton davis of all people had somehow managed to bag you.

some of these non-believers included your closest friends.

"are you and clapton davis dating?" a voice rings, taking you by surprise as you throw your locker shut.

"jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" you cry, hand over your chest as you readjust your hold on your english textbook and your bag. there's a few minutes before first period and only a few hours before clapton steals you away again.

"answer the question," your friend demands, trying to look serious with arms crossed.

"no, we aren't." you turn to start heading towards class. your voice sounds strange, even to you. but it's not like you're lying - you and clapton really aren't together.

"well, you sound disappointed." your friend bumps your shoulder, taking the same route to keep interrogating you. "so, walking you to class every day doesn't mean anything?" there's a playful acknowledgement in there and your face warms with the sudden realization that, despite thinking you're in your own little world, you and clapton really haven't been.

you stop outside your classroom, take a moment to roll your eyes. "no. we're just friends."

"just friends," your friend repeats, smiling growing. "alright."

the bell rings, signaling a few minutes to get to class. not that you need it - but your friend does and temporarily retreats, saving you from any more teasing.

"it doesn't mean anything!" you call hopelessly.

"yeah, alright!"

however, rumors at grizzly lake don't last forever (unless it's really, really bad). soon enough, each rumor gets replaced by a new one, a never-ending cycle of news circulating quickly with the help of students more interested in the lives of others than their own, boring ones.

though, upon your insistence that you and clapton are just friends, you should be thankful if your friends speed your feature out of the news cycle quicker, right?

the first time clapton loses you after the bell signals the end of physics is on a wednesday. he waits for you to finish packing your stuff up, homework shoved in his backpack while you store it neatly inside a folder. he considers taking the notebooks right out of your hands, thinks about taking your bag and slinging it on his free shoulder - but then you're looking at him with a smile, ready to go.

he's listening to you talk about your job at the local mall when your friends flock the two of you. you're confused, but it seems to be important as they enclose you and drag you off, leaving clapton alone in the hallway, feeling a little lost. he has to remind himself of the route he used to take before his pit stop revolving around you. he still holds an easy smile, proud even, upon walking into math on time for the first time in a while, watching ms. jenson's mouth fall open as clapton takes his seat. though there's a pang in his chest that clapton thinks might be longing, ricocheting through his chest as he imagines the stories you would've continued telling him as you walked together and lingered outside the entrance of your class, holding on to every moment before the warning bell rung and you'd have to push clapton to get to class (usually with a laugh that made clapton's heart sing). though clearly, he wasn't missing much.

the next day, clapton is determined to get those moments with you back, going so far as to walk backwards to keep your attention solely on him, your hands sweetly raised and ready to pull clapton back on balance if he ever loses it. and briefly, he considers losing it on purpose.

but then he feels his back bump against someone harshly and watches as, again, your friends flock and drag you away from him, leaving him with no reason to head left (as he'd grown accustomed to doing) rather than right.

it's beginning to bother clapton.

clapton, usually laid back about everything, is beginning to get jealous.

of course, it's not like you're dating. the rumor had made clapton laugh when he mentioned it to you and watched as you looked away in embarrassment, mumbling something about how lame the people making up those types of rumors had to be. like everything, clapton had treated it like a joke - now, he was wondering if he should've taken a different approach. should he have pretended to not hear about it? should he have used it to ask you out? hey, why don't we make those rumors true...?

clapton shakes his head. he's a little jealous, yes, but it's not like he has any reason to be. even if you were dating, you were still allowed to have friends. obviously, your friends wanted to talk to you (i mean, who wouldn't?). they were probably a little annoyed with clapton for taking up so much of your time without even being a proper part of your social circle. yes, that's it. your friends are just like clapton, fighting for your attention (though clapton's sure his motives are much different than theirs).

but this situation, distracting an easily-distracted clapton davis from the math course he really needs to pass, is still missing a piece that clapton still can't put his finger on. there's something still bothering him, still forcing him to replay the last two days over and over again, making him relive the embarrassment and hurt of you leaving him to walk by himself, even if unintentional.

wait - that's it.

did you intend for this? had you asked your friends to save you from clapton's insistence on escorting you to class? were they acting as your new bodyguards... from him?

no. clapton tries to replay the moments, tries to recall the expressions on your face as your friends come up in between you. interest, he remembers, in whatever it is they're saying - enough that you don't even spare him a glance as they carry you off.

and now... well, clapton's not so sure.

clapton pants as he takes a seat on the bleachers next to sander, catching his breath after enough participation to pass gym. his eyes scope the gym and land on you, standing off to the side. dressed out but not doing anything, talking to your friends instead.

actually, talking to billy nolan instead.

clapton suddenly feels a pounding in his head, grabbing his water bottle a little too harshly, unscrewing the lid a little too angrily. he gulps down half the bottle before realizing, screwing the lid back on and crushing the top a little as he shoves it inside his backpack.

okay, now he can admit he's really jealous.

sander's eyes follow clapton's to where you're standing, talking animatedly with billy nolan. it really isn't surprising - you're in good standing with lots of the guys on the football team.

though this one irks clapton in particular - mostly because of the rumor-that-turned-out-to-be-true that billy nolan and ione foster had recently broken up.

sander's pale fingers are snapping in clapton's face, forcing his attention from you smiling and nodding at something billy said (seriously, there was no way anything from billy's mouth count cause for that reaction), back to sander.

"dude, hello?" sander sighs as clapton looks at him blankly, only for a few seconds, before returning to stare daggers at billy.

"well," sander begins again and clapton is already ready to roll his eyes. "can i just say i told you so?"

"no, you can't," clapton warns.

"well, i will anyway. i told you so."

clapton rolls his eyes. unfortunately for him, sander continues.

"i mean, seriously. having to watch you get basically rejected in physics over and over? that was sad. and public, by the way." sander doesn't shut up despite clapton's glare, now directed from billy to him. "but c'mon, dude. the two of you?" sander emphasizes his vision with his hands, capturing a frame of clapton with his fingers and imagining it on top of billy. "just doesn't make sense," sanders shrugs. "i know you're friends with a bunch of people but there's a line between friend and boyfriend. you're too-cool-for-school cool but not football-player cool."

"thanks, man. i really appreciate that," clapton nods, slamming sander's shoulder a little too hard as he stands, heading to the locker room to change back into decent clothes.

though as he freshens up, clapton's really not sure if he's capable of sitting next to you for nearly an hour now. he's sure he'll be hearing rumors of you and billy dating soon if he hasn't received a random text about it already - and unbothered, laid-back clapton is suddenly angry.

not at you. who could blame you in this situation? obviously you'd pick football star, bright-future-ahead-of-him billy nolan over slacker, praying-to-make-it-to-graduation clapton davis. no, this was not your fault. it's not like you'd started the rumor that you and clapton were dating, or ever done anything to insinuate romance between you and he. no - come to think of it, clapton had been the one trying to force something between the two of you - and clearly, you weren't interested.

thought clapton thought back to your smiles and your giggles, how you'd laugh at every single one of his jokes (even the really stupid ones that no one else would laugh at). he thought of every time your arms would touch and you wouldn't move away. as if you'd enjoyed being close to him as much as he did.

so, although clapton decided to skip physics, he just had to know.

he waits in the parking lot, knows you drive yourself home. he hopes his eyes don't fail him as he scans the large clusters of students all anxious to get home - it's friday, after all.

he sees you, finally, relieved you had not somehow teleported out of class and gotten off campus before he could even blink. clapton tries to guess where you're headed, meets you halfway, pulls you back onto the sidewalk so you're not standing in the middle of the road.

there's confusion on your face as you realize it's clapton and he selfishly savors these moments alone with you. but your eyebrows furrow and your mouth begins moving before clapton can begin.

"hey, where were you today? i missed you in class."

miss, as in i miss you? or miss as in, didn't catch you?

clapton wants to ask but he shakes his head. it's easier to get straight to the point - before he loses the nerve and before people might ruin the opportunity he has right now.

"are you going out with billy nolan?" clapton asks quickly, nervously, very uncharacteristically.

the lack of response and the sudden question only makes your puzzled expression worse. you realize clapton's hand is still wrapped around your wrist and you pull it off gently - though you let your hands hang together.

"uh, no," you answer with a laugh, suddenly a little tired of so many people demanding these types of answers from you. it's like you're at a press conference with new rumors to dispute every few days.

"i'm serious," clapton frowns and you want to laugh - nervously, now. you feel like you're in another dimension, where clapton davis is suddenly dead serious about something while you can't keep your composure.

"okay, so am i," you insist truthfully, beginning to get a little irritated. clapton knows how stupid you think the people that come up with these rumors are. he knows how you reacted to the one that you two had been the center of. and it's not like you would lie to him. "in what world am i that clapton davis is acting serious now?"

wrong thing to say.

clapton's frown deepens and you feel the regret instantly in your chest. "clapton?" you ask, his intensity beginning to worry you.

clapton's hand drops from yours and he shrugs. "you know, you can just... tell me if you like billy nolan. you know i'm not the type to spread rumors."

okay, now you're irritated.

"okay, clapton, i'm seriously not-"

"i mean, it makes sense for you to be! he's a football player, you're... you!" clapton exclaims.

"okay," you cross your arms, suddenly a little defensive. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing bad, just..." clapton thinks about his next words before he says them - freaky. "billy nolan is the type of guy you belong with. y'know, popular but in a cool way."

now that makes you scoff.

"clapton, seriously, what the fuck are you talking about right now?"

clapton tries to recall what sander told him, how it'd made him angry in the moment, how it'd started to make sense the more he thought about it. "you know," clapton scoffs. "we just don't fit together."

and that makes your jaw drop.

"wow, okay," you begin as you attempt to gather your thoughts. "so, you'd like me to go out with billy nolan because it'd make sense for me to?"

clapton begins to speak, but you stop him.

"rhetorical question. i mean, seriously, clapton, i thought you of all people would be above the whole 'popularity' thing. this isn't some bad high school movie. i'm not going to go out with some stupid football player just because some people think i should!" your voice is growing in volume now and you're thankful most people have already cleared out.

"i mean," you huff exasperatedly. "if you haven't noticed, i like you, clapton. i don't care that you're not a football player or you're not 'cool popular,' whatever the fuck that means. i like you because you're funny and you're sweet and you're not the person i thought you were." your face is hot as you chew clapton out, fueling your own fire as you keep on going. "but if you really think i'm the type of person to care about the social status of the person i'm dating, then maybe i didn't learn as much as i thought about you." your breathing evens out with a few final huffs, hands in fists by your sides. you've watched about twenty different emotions run their courses through clapton but you can't bring yourself to feel bad, only feeling the pounding of your heart and the blood rushing in your head.

"maybe you're right," you say as you turn your back to clapton, forcing yourself to tear your eyes off him. "maybe we just don't fit together."

clapton is forced to watch your figure retreat into your car and eventually disappear out of the parking lot.

the school building had locked behind him, effectively locking his skateboard in for the weekend, forcing clapton to walk home. he really has perfect timing, because he's only made it half a block before it begins to rain. at least the walk gives him even more time to reflect on what a fucking idiot he just was.

because while you may have been the one that retreated, clapton feels like he's the one who lost.

almost fell asleep halfway thru writing this pls forgive me!

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yourfatherlucifer · 5 months

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The Villain Pt 2 (KHJ)

Villain!Hongjoong x afab!reader

Summary: After getting caught by the hero, the villain now has something to prove to him.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, death/murder, pwp, even more breeding, mean!joong and reader, crying, restraints, blood.

AU: Hero/Villain

Genre: smut

WC: 1.4k

Rated: R

Taglist: @pyeonghongrie-main @jay-scenarios @nebulousbrainsoup @pocketjoong @yunho-mp3

nets: @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @kflixnet @k-labels @pirateeznet @wonderlandnet

Part One

Hongjoong’s head turned to stare at the man who made his presence known, “Seonghwa, glad you could make it!” With Hongjoong’s back turned to Seonghwa, he growled.

“Hongjoong.” Seonghwa wasn’t happy. He came to save you, but instead, here you are, sleeping with the enemy, “I don’t understand. What is going on, Y/N, why are you here with him?”

Hongjoong scoffed, “You’re in my mansion, man, you’re the one trespassing, whether you came here to sav-” You held your hand up in the air to stop him from talking.

As you sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck to cover your body from Seonghwa, you peered your head over Hongjoong’s shoulder.

Seonghwa was fuming, "How could you sleep with him? He's the epitome of evil! Why him? When I've been here this whole time? Chasing you, day after day, showing my love for you."

"And? I clearly kept telling you I wasn't interested. I like my men bad, I like to be corrupted, in fact, I fell in love with him in high school. Never have I had eyes on you, Park Seonghwa. In fact, you disgust me." Seonghwa's heart and world shattered around him.

Hongjoong’s mischievous laughter filled your ears, his cock hardening inside of you once again, “That was so hot,” he placed kisses down your neck, Seonghwa’s face contorted into something of disgust and betrayal.

“I’m still here!”

Hongjoong sighed and pulled out of you, “Yeah, I’m aware.”

Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa before smirking, “I got you a present, big boy.” He approached him, hardened cock standing proud.

Seonghwa looked away from him to you, this made Hongjoong mad, “Look at me! Not her! You don’t get to see her beauty in all it’s glory. She’s mine!” He pushed him down into a chair and forcefully wrapped a rope around his body.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but feel hopeless, out of all the girls he has had, he wanted only you, but he would never get you. The enemy won you over to his side. He also pursued you because you were the only person who didn’t throw themselves at him. But you chose the evil, short ass man. Just how did he get you? He doesn’t deserve you. After all, of course, the first chance Hongjoong got, he slept with you. Seonghwa swore he would never do that to you, but he was just as bad, especially with all the women he’s slept with. How could a hero be such a man-hoe?

His hand clasped Seonghwa’s chin, forcing him to look, “You will watch me as I fuck her again, as I fill her with my cum once more. So that you realize, you will never have her as I do.”

You watched as your new lover approached you on the table, your legs spread wide for him. His cum from earlier, still dripping out, “My perfect girl.” His hand cupped your cheek, “All mine.”

Hongjoong smashed his lips against yours, claiming you once more, but in front of the despaired hero this time. Seonghwa tried to keep his whines of protest to himself, but he couldn’t help let a few slip out.

You flipped your middle finger off at him, to silence him, not wanting to hear his annoying voice, “Shut up, Seonghwa, I don’t wanna gag you, well, maybe a little.” You giggled against Hongjoong’s mouth. Fuck, you were just as mean as him, Seonghwa now knew he could never save you. It was apparent you were in love with him.

Hongjoong slipped himself back inside your wet heat with a moan, “Fuck, how can you still be so tight after I just fucked the shit out of you not even 15 minutes ago.”

His hips rocked against yours in desperation, as if he never wanted to let you go, as if he never wanted to separate his cock from your cunt. As if he wanted to be one with you. Forever.

“You see this? You see how I am fucking her Park Seonghwa? You will never get a taste of how good it feels to be inside her dripping cunt. How tightly she squeezes a cock, how she pulls you in.” Hongjoong threw his head back, the pleasure was rippling throughout his body, he loved it.

He pushed your knees to your chest, able to now piledrive into you. His cock jackhammering at such a lovely and harsh pace.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel that?” He whispered into your ear, “I never want this to end.”

Seonghwa was thrashing around in the chair, pulling and yanking at the restraints that held him back, how could he let this happen? Why did he follow you here? Maybe if he didn’t he’d still be free, but wondering where you were. He wanted you so bad before, but seeing you get your shit rocked, he wasn’t sure if he wanted you anymore.

Your moans filled the room, the skin slapping was a constant, it was so loud. You were sure you’d have even more bruises from Hongjoong by the time he was done with you.

“Gonna fill you up so good, my love, gonna fill you up with my cum.”

You grinned from ear to ear, “Yes! Do it Hongjoong! Fill me up! Want it so bad.” His cock pounded into you, the pace lessening, nevertheless, his cock still hit your spot.

It felt so good to you, felt like you were in heaven. Oh your family would hate you to see you like this. They’d shun you, call you a disgrace for letting them down, for letting him corrupt you, when really, you’ve always been like this.

When his warm cum filled your walls, he nearly fell on top of you but held his strength for a bit longer, “I’d say we should go again, but, since we have a guest. I’ll have a little courtesy.” He turned to look at the crying Seonghwa, happy that he broke him.

His softened cock slipped out of you, hitting his thigh, “Enjoy the show, Seonghwa?”

Hongjoong walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a dagger. He slipped the sweatpants on and marched over to you.

“Y/N.”

You opened your eyes and sat up to look at him, “Yes, Joong?” You stared at the blade in his hands, “I need you to do something for me, please.”

You nodded, “Anything for you.”

He grabbed your hand, turning the palm face up, placing the dagger in your hands, “ "Wanna be together forever? Then kill him, he'll constantly try to tear us apart. Get rid of him for me. Prove to me you love me."

You smiled in happiness, “Of course!” You gripped the handle, hopping off the table, your breasts jiggling from the sudden movement.

Seonghwa’s head snapped up, “Wait! Y/N, please! Don’t do this! You’ll be just like him if you kill me! Please!” He cried out, thrashing around in the chair, the chair creaked but didn’t budge.

“And? Your point? I love him, he loves me. It’s as simple as that, what do you know about love, Hwa? Hm? Exactly, you broke hearts left and right in school and even now, so why would I ever want you? I found my match, I’d gladly do anything for him. He’s mine and I am his.”

You trailed the blade across Seonghwa’s jawline, “I don’t understand why you can’t get it. I don’t love you.”

You swung the blade back, “I cannot stand you, Park Seonghwa.” The blade was dug into his chest.

“I’d gladly commit murder for him.” You whispered in the now dying man's ear.

You pat his cheek as his head hung low, blood dripping from his mouth, “Bye bye, big man!”

You left the blade in his chest and skipped over to Hongjoong who was smiling, evilly, “Didn’t think you’d actually do it, my love.”

You held your hand over your heart in a mocking way, “You had doubts? Rude.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, “I love you, Kim Hongjoong, I am not going anywhere, lets run away together. Cause mishap anywhere. I’ll do it with you, for you.”

He nodded, “And I love you, let us be together forever.”

Seonghwa’s body was never found, the two of you had disappeared from the town, everyone wondering where Kim Hongjoong went, the villain and the hero just suddenly vanishing.

Little did they know, the man would become more powerful with you by his side.

The Villain always wins in the end.

#cromernet #cultofdionysusnet #pirateteeznet #kflixnet #k-labels #wonderlandnet #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #x reader #kim hongjoong #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #park seonghwa #seonghwa

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seonghwaddict · 8 months

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EYES DON'T LIE — i. heat, physics and jeong yunho.

synopsis. you've always resented jeong yunho, and you were positive that the end of high school would've marked the end of your rivalry and hatred. yet now you find yourself in the same crappy hotel as him. assigned to be right next to each other much like the good old times. pairing. jeong yunho x fem! reader. genre. mini-series, fluff, slice of life, mature, academic rivals to lovers, non-idol au. chapter warnings. mentions of infidelity, immature teenagers, swearing. word count. 0.7k

playlist. chapter ii.

if you were asked to list three things you hated, it would have been the following:

1. heat

2. physics

3. and jeong yunho

first, it started with you two being in the same class for the entirety of elementary, middle and high school. you were an exceptionally hard working student; top of the class in every subject.

nearly.

because jeong yunho was just always equally as good as you. he just had to be. it’s not like either of you were first or second place. it was a shared space at the top. it was the most annoying thing. you hated it, but most of the time you refused to let it bother you. sometimes you thought about him too much, thinking about how if it weren’t for the constant arguing and you weren’t so petty, you could’ve been great friends. perhaps more.

unfortunately though, it seemed like his mission was to be a cocky smartass who just had to annoy you every chance he got.

like in chemistry class, you two were paired up out of a coincidental and greatly unlucky wheel of names spin. and he just wouldn’t stop taunting you.

“i think you’re doing that wrong.”

“one more word out of you and i’ll break this beaker with your face.”

“as if you could reach.”

“jeong yunho, if you don’t-“

or that time when you were assigned to sit next to each other in english for a full year. one day you walked in looking positively murderous because you hadn’t slept in three days. and he just wouldn’t mind his own business.

“damn, were you run over or something? who hurt you?”

“you. 5th grade spelling bee where you beat me by one word.”

“really?“

“no, of course not… actually maybe partially.”

or of course the times where’d you’d spit immature jabs at each other for no particular reason.

“you look stupid with your hair like that.”

“your lips are chapped.”

“stop looking at my lips, idiot.”

“i would but they’re so dry they might compare to your social life, it’s painfully hard to ignore.”

but then things got slightly more serious.

despite you warning her, your best friend started dating your mortal enemy jeong yunho in junior year. it wasn’t a surprise to you when they broke up and she came running to you, crying and stuttering out about how he absolutely broke her heart.

about how their three month long relationship came to a stop when he drunkenly admitted to cheating on her. multiple times. with different girls.

after that, any respect you had for him which wasn’t much anyway disintegrated into nothingness. though you did talk shit before, now it was a lot more frequent.

you found yourself and your best friend going on and on about how insufferable he was. how much you both despised him though you were usually the one throwing in more and more points.

to you, it was justified and perfectly valid.

he broke your friends heart, and soon after, you also heard about the things he’d say about you. spitting shit about how you thought you were “soooo much smarter than him” which you were and how you were “so obsessed with him” which you definitely weren’t.

you were more than relieved when twelfth grade came to an end. nothing could’ve ruined your day not even when the devil himself jeong yunho sauntered up to you with a cocky smile. you barely spared him a glance, even when he brought up the fact you were each other’s co-valedictorian—a title your school had come up with because they genuinely couldn’t choose who deserved it more.

after the ceremony, the two of your had to stand together for almost half an hour, receiving flowers and congratulations from teachers and parents alike. but, alas, before you knew it, it was over.

all the prolonged eye-contact and glares from across the classroom. all the accidental run-ins during your free periods. the heated yelling during debate club. analysing and picking him apart to find flaws, just to realise there weren’t any. the bickering. the frustrating and borderline flirtatious comments he’d make any chance he got.

it was all over and you’d never have to see him again.

playlist. chapter ii.

[ lilo's notes . . . ] and there is the first chapter. i hope you guys enjoyed this :)

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Imagine Jason giving Eddie shit for having his hair pulled back into a bun and the shit eating grin he would give Jason as he says “ladies love looking at a pretty face when you go down your poor girl if you don’t know that”

Side note you single handed feed my perv Eddie addiction so thank you for doing the lords work

(ur welcome for perv!eddie <3 he exists bc of perv!muerta lmao. also i took some liberties and aged everyone up bc i'm grown and love to self indulge. and i also made it hopper!reader bc it's my party and i'll cry if i want to)

18+ minors don't look

You don't mind still living with your family. Your little siblings are cool, your dad doesn't charge you rent (which is important when you're saving money to move across the country), and your stepmom makes a kickass casserole.

The only thing that sucks is living across the street from Jason Carver, the dickhead jock from your high school years who moved in a few months ago with his newlywed bride. They aren't bad neighbors, and his wife is actually very nice (which makes you feel sorry for her, having to be married to that monster), you just fucking hate him. He used to call you fat and write rude graffiti about you in bathroom stalls, and he once felt you up in the crush to leave the gym after a pep rally.

Not to mention the time he rallied an angry mob to try and lynch your boyfriend.

The same boyfriend who's still very much alive, leaned over the front of your car with his hair knotted at the nape of his neck, trying to figure out why you can't start your engine. You lean against the driver's side door and just gaze at him, admiring the sheen of sweat that sticks his fringe to his brow and the poke of his tongue between his lips, the furrow of concentration on his face.

God, he's sexy. And god, you can't wait to get out of Hawkins and have him all to yourself.

"You're eyefucking me again," Eddie drawls, leaning into the car to poke at something.

"And you hate it so much you wore a crop top to stop me," you tease.

He smirks, glancing up at you through his lashes.

"We're gonna have to tow it to the shop," he announces, pulling his bandana from his back pocket to wipe his hands clean of grease. "Don't have the right tools here."

You groan, rolling back onto the door.

"That's gonna seriously cut into our moving budget," you whine. "Can't you just use duct tape or something?"

Eddie chuckles as he strolls to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss.

"The owner of Smith's Towing owes me a favor," he tells you. "I'll see if I can call it in. And you know you can always pay me in head..."

You giggle, taking his face in your hands as he leans in for another kiss, tongue swiping at your lower lip. You're just about to start sucking serious face, maybe even grope him through his jeans, when your friendly neighborhood psychopath takes it upon himself to ruin the mood.

"I'm surprised she lets you kiss her looking like that, Munson," Jason jeers from across the street, having just come back from a run. "You look like a fuckin' pussy in that getup."

Eddie sneers, grumbling under his breath before putting on his best "fuck you, too" smile and raising his middle finger at him, tucking you in close to his hip.

"I'm surprised your wife lets you kiss her with that nasty ass mouth," you quip back. "Bet you taste real bitter."

If there's one thing you'll never not enjoy, it's Jason Carver seething over the fact that you, a little helpless woman, always have the wits to shut him up.

"My wife wouldn't be caught dead with a man like that," he spits. "If you can even call him that, with his hair like that."

"What, your wife didn't tell you?" Eddie chimes in. "Women like to see your face when you eat them out. That poor girl probably hasn't had an orgasm in her life. Least not from you."

Jason's on him in a flash, crossing the pavement in a matter of three strides and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his shirt. You're between them before either can throw a punch, grabbing a wrench from Eddie's open tool kit and holding it to Jason's face.

"Knock it off, jackasses," you snap. "You're grown fucking men. Get a grip."

Eddie relaxes, holding up his hands and taking a step back. Jason spits onto the sidewalk, also moving away.

"Listen to your whore, Munson," he mutters. "Too weak to keep the little bitch in line."

Eddie snaps. He pushes past you before you have time to react, taking Jason by the throat and landing a blow to the man's cheek. The rings on his fingers hit like brass knuckles. You manage to get a hold of him before he can do much damage, Eddie spitting in Jason's face as you haul him backward.

"You talk about her like that again and it's your life, Carver," Eddie growls. "You hear me? I'll rip you to fucking shreds."

The threat is so serious it startles even you.

Jason wipes the blood from his face onto his sleeve, eyes wide with terror as he scuttles up his driveway and through his front door. Eddie stretches his fingers, knuckles raw from the force of his punches.

"Way to not look like a murderer, Eddie," you deadpan.

"That fucker already thinks I am," he hisses. "Might as well scare him off. He speaks to you like that again, I'll kill him. And your dad'll help me hide the body."

You want to argue but you can't. Jim Hopper would hide a body if it were the body of a man who insulted you.

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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#! — WHEN YOU ARE DATING ANOTHER MEMBER | in SKZ

pairing. OT8!skz + gn!reader (sadder tho)

genre. angst

warnings. unrequited love, heartbreak, crying, jealousy, smoking.

wc. 3k

synopsis. sad hours, just so so sad.

... ♡ | bang chan

He thought he was going to be fine, to feel happy even when Felix came up one day in his studio and told him he’d started dating you, his ex.

You’d broken up on good terms about a year prior to that conversation and had decided to remain friends to avoid dividing your friend group, and honestly, because imagining a life with either of you out of the picture was impossible— the fact that you went back 15 years and spent 5 of them as a couple was definitely the cause of that.

You’d hesitated breaking up with him at first, but it just… wasn’t working anymore. You felt as if you had a roommate with whom you shared a bed with, not a boyfriend, a life partner; the feelings weren't there anymore, for you.

But him? His feelings were still there. He’d never stopped loving you, and, sometimes, even fell asleep on the side of the bed you used to sleep on as he buried his face into the only t-shirt you’d forgotten into the apartment you used to share.

He knew what he was doing was never going to let him move on from you, and little did he still wish you’d give your relationship another shot, however, when he noticed the bright smile you always wore on your face became even brighter and your cheerful personality started blooming and growing right in front of his eyes once you’d officially started dating Felix, he realized that maybe breaking up with him was the best decision you could’ve ever made in your life. And if you were happy, he was even happier for you.

... ♡ | lee minho

When he’d introduced you to his members right after a concert, he would've never thought you would hit it off and start dating his best friend Jisung— but how could you not? You were a match on everything, from music taste to fashion choices to plans for the future— how could he ever compare with him? With your chemistry?

At first, he thought he just felt jealous of how much more time you spent with your boyfriend, after all, you and Minho had always been attached to the hip since middle school, but when he started hating seeing you two cuddle, kiss, or just act all lovey-dovey around him, he acknowledged he was in love with you, and has been ignoring you ever since, something you’d both noticed.

But forcing himself not to look at your stunning figure standing proudly beside Jisung at an event you were invited to, radiating confidence and charisma with every step, was so difficult that it hurt him physically, so he kept looking for distractions— be it drinking, or going out for *multiple* smokes with random idols that were also attending the event, all desperate attempts to make you lose sight of him whenever he noticed you’d start walking in his direction.

“Shit—” Minho sprinted to the nearest balcony and hiding in a dark corner when he spotted you untangling your arm from your boyfriend’s and turning to look at him. He lit a cigarette again to try to calm his nerves, leaning on the wall behind him. But then, you found him.

“Why have you been ignoring me and Jisung lately? Do you know how sad he is because you wouldn't talk to him unless it’s for an interview or talker while you seemingly have no problem chatting with other people? Tch.” you scoffed, crossing your arms as you waited for an explanation.

“Jisung, Jisung, Jisung, It's always him you're talking about.” he snapped, throwing the cigarette on the ground and turning to look at you, “What about me, huh? I’m fucking in love with you, and it hurts so much, because I know I will never have you. What about my feelings?” he clicked his tongue, standing up straight once again to walk towards you, a pained look on his sharp features, “Please, say something. Reject me so I can move on.” his voice trembled as he looked into your eyes with furrowed brows, waiting for your answer.

... ♡ | seo changbin

With your heads low, you and Hyunjin confessed you’d been dating each other in secret for almost a year, but— why wasn't Changbin surprised? You’d always been clearly in love with each other for years, though you were hesitant to start a relationship as you both knew about his pretty heavy crush on you.

You’d tried keeping it on the low, to not make him notice you’d started dating, but you weren't as slick as you’d thought you were. Changbin noticed the looks of desire you exchanged when you all hung out together, the giggles and smiles, the love bites and puffy lips you both had after one of you came back from the bathroom, the other one sneaking out of the room a few seconds after.

He couldn't be mad with either of you even if he tried though, he’d always known deep down that you’d never reciprocate his feelings, but it still hurt like a b*tch.

“We just hope this won't change anything between us, let's not be awkward, please. But if you need to distance yourself for a while, we completely understand.” Hyunjin was doing all the talking while you were sitting on the couch next to him, biting your lips and playing with the ends of your long sleeves sweater.

You spoke up after a moment of awkward silence, resting your hand on his knee, “Binnie, I hope this… this doesn't make you uncomfortable.” you whispered with a small frown on your eyebrows.

He forced a smile and let out a small chuckle, trying to look unphased as he looked you both in the eyes, “Don't worry guys, l've known about your relationship for months now, you were not that slick, but thank you for thinking about my feelings, I’m grateful.” he said, though a punch in the face would've hurt less, “I've actually been seeing someone for a couple of weeks now and I'm happy, so please, don't be awkward around me, I’m fine.” lies, he wasn't dating anyone, but he knew that if he told you he did, you both would be less uncomfortable around him.

You smiled widely and shot up from the couch to hug the older one, “Binnie! But why haven't you said anything about this before?! I’m sad.” you pouted, squeezing his back.

“I'll tell you everything later, but how about we call the others and go eat some fried chicken to celebrate? I'II pay!”

... ♡ | hwang hyunjin

As Stray Kids’ main choreographer, most of your time was spent in their company, brainstorming ideas and concepts with them, mainly with Minho, when it was time to create choreographies for a new album.

And due to your mutual interest in dance, you and Minho got close in no time, going from dancing in the practice room, to dancing in the sheets in a span of only a couple of months since you joined the agency. If someone had asked you at the time where your relationship stood, you would've deemed it a friends-with-benefits agreement, which rapidly evolved into a very serious, committed relationship.

And, quite honestly, it made Hyunjin sad. Harsh, but true. He'd been liking you for years, first meeting you when you were both trainees, even keeping in touch when you’d left the company to pursue your dream of becoming a choreographer.

“Okay guys, let’s take a 10 minute break, do the choreography three more times and then go home!” loud cheers erupted at your words, the boys rushing either to go to the bathroom, take a sip of water, or lay down on the cold floor to relax their sore muscles.

You pecked Minho’s cheek as a thank you when he offered to go fetch a bottle of cold water for you from the vending machine, walking towards a very tired looking Hyunjin with a slight frown, “You okay? Need more than 10 minutes?” you quietly asked as you looked down at him.

His eyes were shut, trying with all his might to calm down his breathing and force himself to not look at you— he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide how much he enjoyed seeing you like that— at you panting heavily with your hair stuck to your wet forehead and neck, small droplets of sweat running down your face, some landing on your lips, others traveling down your neck and going under your now very see-through shirt. It all drove him crazy, and he envied Minho so much for having that sight every night.

At your question, he shook his head, draping an arm over his eyes. You hummed, “Tell me if you do need a longer break though, you look exhausted.” you insisted, showing him a small smile even though he couldn’t see it before walking over to the black couch at the corner of the room and plopping down next to your boyfriend, softly pressing your lips on his shoulder.

Minho smiled widely, whispering something at you which made you chuckle and gently pinch his cheek before he leaned his head down to capture your lips in a slow kiss, side-eyeing with a noticeable smirk a very annoyed Hyunjin laying on the floor a few feet away, who suddenly got up and stormed out of the practice room— he definitely needed some space, both from you and your boyfriend, who never lost the chance to rub in the fact that you were with him instead of Hyunjin.

... ♡ | han jisung

“I— I’m sorry, I didn't— I had no idea you still liked me…” you shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, looking away from Jisung, who immediately widened his eyes at your words, a feeling of panic taking over his body after the initial shock.

He lunged forward, taking your hands in his and gently tugging them, “No! That’s— That’s not true! It was in the past, way before you got together with— with Changbin! I’ve stopped liking you like in… in— in highschool! Yeah, in highschool!” he stumbled over his words, trying to make it sound convincing enough.

You frowned, “Oh. I— I accidentally walked past the kitchen a few days ago and heard you tell Minho you still liked someone and I thought I heard my name and—” you rambled, embarrassed to have ever even thought your best friend may have still liked you after all those years, “I’m sorry for eavesdropping, but— but it wasn’t intentional! I swear! Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed! Sorry for assuming that—” you begged for forgiveness, pulling him into a warm hug. A hug that he lingered into for longer than he should've— for God’s sake, you were his friend’s partner, he literally knew he was about to pop the question a couple of hours from now and he still harbored feelings you’d gently rejected more than once, both in middle and high school, even a drunken one during college. He knew he had to move on, but why was it so hard?

Reluctant, Jisung broke the hug and rested his hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you, “Don’t worry, it wasn't important anyways.” he showed you his signature gummy smile, holding his pinky out for you to grab, “No more secrets?”

You smiled widely, “No more secrets.” you linked your pinky with his, pulling him into another hug the second after, mumbling an “I love you, Ji” in his ear, to which he gulped and held back tears.

Then, your phone rang, and the sight of Changbin’s name popping on the screen made you immediately break the hug and pick up your phone from the coffee table, a big smile on your face appearing as you answered your boyfriend’s call.

Yeah, you were definitely going to say yes.

... ♡ | lee felix

Feeling burnt out and in desperate need of a break, two weeks ago Felix decided to go on an impromptu day trip to a nearby small town, and the way his heart fluttered and his freckled cheeks reddened when you first locked eyes as the sweet smell of pastries and coffee filled his lungs inside the small cafè he’d just walked into made him think you two coming across each other was written in the stars— he truly did.

He’d started going to that cafè, where you worked as a barista in, every day after that, the hour-long train ride being completely worth it once he heard your honey-like voice and saw your sweet smile greet him as soon as you walked through the door.

He’d thought he’d made his intentions clear to you, and he thought you liked him too by the way you were behaving with him, so a few days prior he walked into the cafè with a box of homemade chocolate cookies in hand and the most adorable blush ever, he mumbled out a small “Would you… go on a date with me?”

You felt flattered, but sweetly explained that you were already in a relationship, a long-term one, in fact— which surprised him, since you’d never mentioned it. He felt completely mortified by his misinterpretation of your friendliness, quickly gathering up his things from the table he’s occupied to go back home as soon as possible, until he spotted a familiar face entering the building. “Seung?” he mumbled, widening his eyes when he saw him leaning over the counter and pecking your lips quickly before starting to chat with you.

He then noticed the way you looked up at him, adoration and love visible in your eyes, which caused him to tear up and hurry out of the cafè, the box of heart-shaped brownies he’d made for you gripped tightly in his hands.

... ♡ | kim seungmin

When you two first locked eyes at a fan sign, he thought you also felt that spark, that connection— your heart skipping a beat and your cheeks burning up, the happiness busting in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach, so he became concerned when you never texted or called him on the number he’d written down on your album.

He'd spent hours, days, weeks, and months wondering if he had done something wrong, if you perhaps already had a partner, or if something terrible had happened to you— you were all he could think about day and night, and he was worried sick. That’s why the air turned tense when he spotted you walking hand in hand with Jeongin inside the Korean barbecue place, who then cheerily introduced you to his members as his partner, seemingly oblivious to your history with Seungmin.

All the pieces finally connected when the youngest member explained to the table how ecstatic he was when you’d called the number he’d, also, written down on your album during the fan sign, and immediately went on a date with him— Seungmin felt tears prickling at his eyes, but he wasn’t going to leave just yet. He finally had the chance to get to know you and, hopefully, form a friendship with you, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste— but trying to calm down his pounding heart and flushed cheeks was much harder than he’d thought. You were just so… so you, how could stop liking you when you looked so adorable?

The little wrinkles that formed at the tails of your eyes whenever you smiled, the way you aggressively moved your hands when talking about something you were passionate about, or how you quietly giggled after Jeongin whispered something in your ear— he was jealous, so so jealous of his friend. He wanted to be yours and you to be his so desperately it hurt him, but the thought that maybe, in another lifetime or universe, you'd be finally his comforted him.

In this one though, he'd decided to settle for friendship.

... ♡ | yang jeongin

As childhood best friends, you and Jeongin have been through thick and thin together, always sticking by each other's side no matter what, carefully picking up the pieces when one of you broke down, and being the other’s shoulder to cry on— and all that was exactly why everyone thought that one day you would become a couple, and so did he.

The same day he’d finally decided to own up to his feelings and pour his heart out to you in the middle of the night, his bandmate Chan was the one to open your apartment door after he’d knocked on it thrice, the older one’s half-naked and sweaty body hiding yours behind his frame, which Jeongin could see was in the same situation as his Hyung.

Then, he was sure he quite literally heard his heart break into a million pieces as his foxy eyes welled up with tears. He apologized with a deep bow and ran out of your apartment building, crying his eyes out, throwing in the trash the beautiful bouquet of flowers he’d bought for you on the way back to his dorm.

Exactly two years after that, you got engaged to Chan, a cheerful text and set of pictures sent by him on the group chat as it flooded with congratulating messages made his heart fill with regret— would he be the one getting married to you soon if he had knocked on your door first that night?

“Congratulations, man! I just received the invitation to your wedding, but I won’t be able to make it; I have to attend a very important schedule in Japan that day.” Jeongin lied, he was free for that entire month actually, he just... wasn't sure if he could stand the sight of you saying “I do.” to another man— to someone that wasn’t him.

“Thank you, we both appreciate it! However, is there no way you can move that schedule to another day? You know we’d love to see you at our wedding— plus, I thought it was implied that you were going to be my best man.” Chan mumbled, and Jeongin immediately regret his words, “If you can’t, that’s… fine, I guess, but it’s such an important day for the both of us and—”

“I’ll see what I can do, Hyung.” the younger one interrupted, his friend’s sad tone making him slump back on his living room couch as he held back tears.

Getting over you was much more difficult than he could’ve ever anticipated, but missing such an important milestone in the lives of his favorite people in the entire world? That should’ve never even been an option.

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lexisecretaccx · 1 month

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High school Sweethearts pt.8 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT9, PT10, rest of the parts on my Masterlist!

(Femreader x Chris Sturniolo, fighting, MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, A TOXIC HOUSEHOLD AND CHEATING, blood, light fluff)

A/n: poor y/n (sorry if this is a sensitive subject (family abuse etc.) if you don’t want to read about Y/n’s abusive past I put a bold red marker to let you know when it starts to talk abt it in detail and when it finishes so you can skip that part, you won’t miss much except a bit of y/n’s backstory! ily and don’t want y’all to be uncomfortable x)

Michael looks down at me as I walk towards him, he laughs sarcastically “I’m terrifie..” I throw my fist towards his nose and his head throws back and he stumbles, losing his balance.

He falls onto the floor blinking quickly as his hand flies up to his nose and I see blood dripping down, his eyes water. “Oh shit..” matt chuckles. I stand there in shock that I just hit him, “I’m gonna fucking kill you..” Michael hisses as he leans forward to lift himself up and he reaches out to try and pull my leg.

I kick my foot forward, straight into the bottom of his chin. Still feeling angry, somewhat at Michael but also to do with my mother, his comments fuelling my already intense anger begging to be let out. He falls onto his back and I lean down on top of him and grab his shirt, I punch him straight in the side of the jaw.

A crowd has already gathered, some filming with their phones, Matt just standing next to me nervously fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, wanting to stop me but not knowing how. Michael is still conscious, “shit you’re..” he splutters as I breathe heavily, “just like your father..” his voice quivers but he still try’s to keep a snarky look on his face, I start to punch him in the face repeatedly, not realising how much damage I was doing.

Those words ring through my head, being the same ones my mother had said to me the night before. I grip his shirt tightly, my knees situated either side of his waist. His eyes watering from the impact, “you gonna cry?” I spit sarcastically, his hand comes up to my hip and grips it tightly, “this is kinda hot..” he mumbles.

I instantly stand up, “what the fuck?” My face shifts from anger to disgust. “Pervert.” He lays on the floor, blood all over his face, dripping from his mouth, his nose and the cuts on his face from the ring that I have on my middle finger.

“Shit..” I whisper to myself, realising what I just did to him. “Didn’t realise you packed such a punch.” Matt whispers to me, laughing softly in disbelief. I glare at him, blood splattered over my top and my knuckles cut up and his smile drops. Adrenaline rushes through my body.

I hear people running from behind the crowd of people and they all move out the way, “What the fuck?!” Evan yells. My head shoots up and I see him standing there, looking between the bloody mess on the floor and up at me. “Nate get Chris to come here..” Evan calls back into the crowd and about 30 seconds later Chris pushes through the crowd.

His face dropping as he notices Michael writhing in pain on the floor, “what the..” he whispers and Evan points at me and I feel my heart drop as Chris looks up at me.

Chris’ POV

“What the..” I breathe out and I notice Evan pointing so I look up, I see y/n standing there, her hairs a mess and her hands and shirt are covered in blood. “Y/n?” I ask and she looks away from me, embarrassment plastered across her face.

I walk towards her and she steps back, I see Matt to the side of her I look at him and he is clearly scared. “He started it..” Matt whispered to me, y/n looks at Matt and then swallows hardly before looking up at me, her eyes full of regret but also her pupils wide. “I’m sorry..” her voice cracks and a tear falls down her cheek.

“Where’s the fucking teachers when you need them?!” I hear Evan shout from behind me. Her eyes widen and she moves out of my way, grabbing her bag and darting up the stairs behind her. A few teachers finally push through the crowd and make eye contact with me. “I should’ve known it’d be you Chris.” My science teacher yells, “it was y/n.” Evan corrects him.

No matter how much I wanted to take the blame for it, people are recording so it’s obvious it wasn’t me. “What?” The teacher shouts in disbelief. “It’s true sir I have a video.” A girl speaks from further into the crowd and others agree.

“You okay Michael?” A teacher leans down to him, “maybe?” Michael replies, “can you move?” The teacher spoke with concern, “I can move my body but she was attacking my face, I didn’t do nothing.” He barely spoke, his voice hoarse.

“That’s not true, he was provoking her.” Matt spoke out from next to me, the teacher looks up, “you were there the whole time?” They ask Matt. He nods, confusion washes over my face, “wait why..” I’m cut off by the teacher, “come with us we need a statement, and someone go find Y/n.”

I wait for the teachers attention to leave me and I run up the stairs following where y/n had gone.

It was a fucking scene, his face was puffy and blood everywhere, he must’ve really provoked her. I notice a light on in the closet that we passed the day we met each other, I push down on the handle and notice it’s locked, I knock the door. “It’s me..” I whisper and I hear the lock click.

I walk in and see y/n sat on a stool in there, her makeup smudged and blood on her chin. I lock the door behind me and turn off the light, “they’ll see you.. if you have that on.” I hesitantly say.

“Do you hate me?” She asks, her voice breaking. I shake my head, “no.” I sigh and grab a bucket and turn it upside down before sitting in front of her, her face slightly illuminated from the light coming from the cracks around the door.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt him, that badly anyway.” She goes to wipe her eyes and disgustedly looks at her blood covered hands before placing them back in her lap. “I know.” I speak calmly before looking around at the shelves, there was a box. ‘Cleaning supplies’ I grab it and open it up before digging through for something to clean her up with.

I find cleaning wipes, I place my hand out for her and she puts her hand in mine, I start to wipe softly removing the blood, I wipe over her knuckles and she sharply inhales, I notice the cuts on her knuckles “sorry.” I whisper.

After I clean up her hands I discard of the wipe on the floor. “He said the same thing that my mom said, which is when I started to punch him more..” she spoke lightly, trying to keep herself from crying. I think back to what she told me last night, “that you were..” I wait for her to finish it, “just like my father yeah.” She breathed out, her voice wobbling.

I shake my head and lower it, I’m not sure what her father did for it to be such a bad thing to compare her to but I understand that that’s her struggles and I’m not gonna pry.

IF UR SENSITIVE TO THIS SUBJECT I ADVISE SKIPPING THIS PART.. I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE OF THESE TEXTS TO SAY WHEN ITS NOT TOO BAD! (IF UR FINE W IT THEN CARRY ON READING x)

“I know you want to ask me..” she brings me out of my daydream, “what?” I ask, “about my father,” my eyes widen, “how did you know?” I hesitantly reply. “I can see it in your face.” She sighs.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, I was just.. curious.” I smile at her to try to let her know I’m not judging her.

Y/n’s POV

I breathe in, “you know it’s just me and my mom yeah?” He nods, “my dad walked out on us like 3 years ago.” I swallow the lump in my throat, Chris nods again, not saying anything to allow me to talk. “He wasn’t a nice person, to say the least, since I can remember he used to, hit my mom.” I feel tears in my eyes.

“She used to hit him too it was like a double sided abusive relationship, and he didn’t hit me..” I feel tears falling out my eyes and dripping onto my blood stained shirt, “until he did.” I choke. Chris’ eyes widen and he grabs my hand. “Shit y/n..” his eyes gloss over.

“He hit me almost everyday for about, less than a year before my mother cheated on him, he found out..” I wipe my eyes, “and beat the guy up and just packed up and I watched him walk out the door, not knowing he wasn’t coming back.” I break down into tears and Chris stands up, pulling me into a hug. “I don’t know how Michael knew to say that to piss me off, maybe Evan told him but Evan only knew my dad hit my mom because my mom was telling him ages ago..”

FROM HERE AND ON IT DOESN’T MENTION IN DETAIL BUT MIGHT STILL TALK ABOUT IT SLIGHTLY! (ily❤️)

Chris plants a kiss on the top of my head, “Evan will do anything to try to upset or piss someone off, he did it to Matt.” Chris replied, I nodded, “that’s the whole reason I was by the stairs with Matt, he looked sad and I asked him what’s up and then Michael told me to, and I quote ‘pick a triplet’ or something.” I roll my eyes and Chris smiles.

“Little does he know you have.” Chris sits back down on the bucket. I nod and smile back at him. “I think I’m gonna go let the teachers yell at me or whatever they’re gonna do.” I sigh, “they took Matt to the principals office for a statement and if he saw and heard everything I think you won’t be in too much trouble.” Chris reassures me.

I walk down the stairs to see the janitor mopping up the spot where Michael once lay, I keep my head down and I make my way to the principals office, next door to the principal’s office is the nurses office, I look through the glass on the door and see Michael sat up, the nurse cleaning up his face.

I knock the principal’s door and his secretary opens it. Her face drops, and she turns back, “here she is.” She says bluntly before ushering me into the room. Matt is sat infront of the desk writing down on a piece of paper, probably the statement they wanted. The principal motions for me to sit down next to Matt.

The principal clears his throat and his eyes travel to the blood stained shirt that I’m wearing, I uncomfortably look to the side not wanting to make eye contact. Matt looks to me and smiles softly and I smile back, “so, y/n it has come to my attention that you and Michael had an altercation not long ago.. am I correct?”

I nod “yes that’s right.” I stutter nervously, Matt puts the pen and paper down, “sorry to interrupt but I finished writing that.” The principal nods and Matt leaves the room, placing his hand on my shoulder before walking out.

“Before we make any assumptions or conclusions, I want to hear your side of the story.” The principal leans forward and grabs the paper Matt had just written on, “okay.” I breathe in before explaining the situation in detail.

“After Evan asked where the teachers were, I ran upstairs in fear.” I lean back in my chair, “okay.. reading Matts statement, yours and his stories match up, you both mentioned Michael bringing up your father?” The principal asked me, interlocking his fingers and staring at me. I nod, “knowing what went on with your father we can understand how that would anger you.” One of my old friends told the school when they found out about what my father did.

“Yep.” I scratch my nose. “You are very much in trouble because of the intensity of his injuries, his nose is broken but other than that he will have a black eye for a while and some cuts on his face.” I nod in agreement, “we will have to let your mother know,” I inhale and bite the inside of my mouth “but you are allowed to return to school tomorrow, since this is a first for you.” I swallow nervously.

“Okay thanks.” I mumble, “also something you missed out but Matt has written is that Michael gripped your hip when you were on top of him and said something inappropriate to you?” Shit I forgot to mention that, “oh yeah, sorry I forgot that.” I clear my throat and the principal nods.

“We will make sure he gets punished also, you’re a good kid y/n, keep it that way.” He spoke sternly but calmly. “My secretary is on the phone to your mother who will have to pick you up. She is explaining what has happened and I trust you will fill your mom in on the blanks.” I nod.

I sit in the reception, my leg shaking knowing I’m going to get yelled at by my mother, I feel my phone buzz, chris texted me “you goin to jail? x” I let out a chuckle before replying “no, they actually were understanding and now I’m getting picked up by my mom x” I see the typing bubble, “hope she’s not too hard on you x” I smile. “She probably will, doesn’t matter tho x” I put my phone in my pocket.

I hear the sliding doors open and my mother walks over to me.

A/n: omg I litro got carried away sorry if this part is long, what’s y’all’s thoughts on the situation. I feel so bad for y/n knowing her background now (I was the one who wrote it and im crying like wtf😂😭) anyways i love you all and thanks for 400 followers!

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totallynot3racoons · 8 days

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TWST Cast Headcanons: Who is a Flirt? This lovely question came from my roommate while we were just talking about random shit. So now I have to explain my stances on these characters, except for Ortho because he's my little robotic child. ENJOY! (pls don’t hate me)

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts: Never. We hate her, but his momma raised him to be a gentleman (i would still kick her if given the chance)

Trey Clover: Rizz man. Has flirted to some extent, but it was mostly to try to get people to buy stuff from the bakery. Other than that, he has never really flirted with other people that he’s not interested in

Cater Diamond: YES. this man would flirt up a storm if it meant he could post shit on his magicam. I just feel it in my bones

Ace Trappola: We’ve heard about his middle school relationship and its a no. He thinks he is, but man has fumbled the bag so often that its embarrassing

Deuce Spade: he’d be so nervous, precious baby. But no this man would find one person he liked and just go after them

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar: YES YES YES YES Y E S. this man flirts on the daily and its kinda annoying

Ruggie Bucchi: yes, but its for the money. I feel like he has flirted with older, rich folks to get some cash but always leaves the person as soon as his pockets are full

Jack Howl: no, he’s loyal and would never. Also a tsundere so it would just never happen

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto: Another yes, but its for business. Sweet talk his customers into making a deal, buying more products from the lounge, or just completing a task for him. Its more manipulative than anything

Jade Leech: ehhhhh I’m in-between on him. On one hand I see him flirting/sweet-talking customers out of money but I also feel like he would be loyal to one person in particular. I’m just not sure

Floyd Leech: accidental. If you interest him, I feel like he would accidentally flirt before threatening to squeeze/bite you. He scares me

Scarabia:

Kalim Al-Asim: only if he’s actively pursuing you. Like it would just be regular compliments for everyone else, but when it came to the person he LIKED he would constantly flirt and chase after them. Little Sunshine

Jamil Viper: if it benefits him. I feel like its more manipulative, similar to Azul, since hes a little snake (still not over book 4 you litTLE BIT-)

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit: More so stage persona flirting. Like he’s done it so much on camera that it sort of transfers over to his actual conversations

Rook Hunt: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?!?! I do not need to explain myself, he would DROWN you in flirts

Epel Felmier: I’m sorry but he thinks he is. Little country boy would not be able to keep his cool, also Vil would probably whoop his ass if he did

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud: (love of my life–)......no. he’d cry at the touch of a woman or any person romantically interested in him.

Diasomnia:

Malleus Draconia: can’t say anything bad cause roomie would kill me, but I feel DEEP in my bones that this man would try but fail miserably. They would run away at the sight of him

Lilia Vanrouge: old man, but yeah. He would be able to easily throw out a flirt or two without issue and probably succeed

Silver: ACCIDENTAL FLIRT ALERT!! Hes so pretty and I feel like he wouldn’t think much of his words and just… accidentally make someone fall in love (Lilia is proud)

Sebek Zigvolt: Another one who fears romantic love. He’d short circuit before hurling insults at you and running away

#twst #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #twst lilia vanrouge #twst ruggie #ace trappola #jack howl #deuce spade #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #leona kingscholar

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 9 months

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Mr. Sandman

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Borderline

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"Do you ever miss home?" Suguru asked out of the blue, eyes trained on your nightstand where a picture of your trio stood. A hat sat beside it.

It was from the night they took you to some sushi restaurant that served the sushi in this little train. You'd been so obsessed with it that you had begged them to come back the next day.

In fact, you came back so frequently that the owner gifted you with your very own train conductor's hat. And since you never came alone, Gojo and Suguru also got their very own hats. (One would also come with you if the other couldn't make it, but never once have you gone alone. It's like your own little hang out spot)

You, who had come back from a rather shit mission, tiredly looked over to Suguru's green. A shrug to your shoulders as you thought the question over.

"Sometimes...I try not to think about it so I distract myself with stuff."

Suguru chuckled under his breath, you've always been ridiculously blunt

"What was it like?" You softly groaned, throwing the First Aid kit into his lap as you settled near him. "If you're going to ask questions like that, you might as well bandage me up." And he did, without a second.

(he hated how the higher-ups have been working you down to the bone, and so suddenly too. Every day, your eye bags became more pronounced and wounds littered your body. You had a new scar on your top lip, on the side. It went with the one on the side of your left cheek. The one that looked like lightning's veins)

You sat there, on your bed wordlessly observing him clean up your wounds with such care it would make the sky cry once again. This entire day it's been raining non-stop, it's the reason why most of your clothing is dripping wet. The curse had been a particularly shifty one, evading your chains effortlessly much to your annoyance

Ah. It's raining again

Then again, rainy days are the best days to sleep in

"It was ... Nice, I guess. Neither good nor bad, it was what it was. You know? 'though, I do have this memory that I can't seem to let go of."

Suguru spared you a glance as he continued wrapping up your knuckles having just finished cleaning them with peroxide, you barely felt a thing. (While you do carry around a curse-energy imbued weapon, you have this strange preference to wrapping chains around knuckles and punching the shit out of curses. It's cathartic, you like to say)

"Which is?"

You hum, "At my old middle school, there was this giant tree. We all loved to climb it during recess time --- well, everyone else climbed it. I tried, really did. But for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't reach its top. I settled for hanging around the bottom, but then again, sitting on the roots hurt me. So I just chilled on a bench, far from the tree yet still in its shadow. And I would watch as the others climbed it with no effort."

Suguru snorted softly, "That's a strange memory to hold on to." His words earned a short laugh from you, "I know. I think I remember it because I like how it changed colors with the seasons. Felt like it rained gold."

He finished wrapping your knuckles, quickly moving to the next hand as he shifted the limb into his lap, "...did you do it?"

You didn't even have to ask to understand what he meant, you never did. "Nah...did carve my name into it though. So I guess there's that."

"Why didn't you?"

You paused to ponder, "I think I...just accepted not being able to climb it as my fate. I could only admire."

A silence bloomed not long afterwards. By the time words were spoken once more, your head laid on his shoulder. His work with your knuckles having been finished a while ago, still your bandaged hand remained on his lap. Fingers entwined as he hummed a tuneless tune under his breath, the sound barely audible over the whirring of the air conditioning.

"What about your family?" "Alive, at least." "No more than that?" You felt his green thumb rub circles on the white strips, soothing away the red that bloomed on them. You knew what he meant, "No more than that. Not..not yet."

"Okay."

A heartbeat later, "Where's the cotton-head?" "Higher-ups sent him on a mission, he'll be back later today. Miss him?" You said nothing, focusing on slowing your breathing even further. That was all he needed to know,"Hehe, he'll be over the moon when he finds out." Turning your head, you warn the male with a light bite to his shoulder earning yourself an amused huff, "Fine, fine."

It's only then, mid-bite, that you see a thin silver thread hang from Suguru's neck. Snaking your unoccupied hand up to his chest, you carefully pulled the necklace out from under his shirt's collars.

A moon within a sun, "Satoru said he wanted us to match."

An eclipse, how fitting.

You shifted back into your previous position, this time though, you lay your head on his full shoulder than just the side. "Ha, he's the sentimental type. Would've never pegged him for it."

"That why you never call him by his name even though he explicitly told you to do so, on numerous occasions?" You made a face, pulling away from his shoulder --"I need you to be dumb, Sugu. You're too observant, it's annoying."

He laughed one of those deep laughs --- it's one of those that makes you breathless as you watch him with a smile of your own. The sight of a laughing soul is nice. They tend to glitter when they do so.

You would never admit it out loud.

You liked to watch him

His soul was a rather unique one, much like Gojo's. Except his case was far more unique than Suguru's. Gojo's had layers similar to an onion, the sight of him kept you on your toes at all times. On the contrary, Suguru felt more of a fogged mirror. You could wipe your hand on the condensation, except no matter how many times you wiped, the image would remain blurry.

Two lovely puzzles

All for you to solve

Yeah, they can never find that out

Ding!

Checking your phone, you see a new message notification on your lock screen. It's Ieiri asking if you're free right now

It seems that Suguru had read the message because the next thing he says is," I'm gonna go get some sleep." He delicately placed your hand back into your lap like it was made of glass. You frown.

"You're an idiot, Suguru." He hummed, walking out of your room. "Yeah, I just might be," he said. Shutting the door behind him, the silence too loud for your taste

Might as well see what Ieiri wants

There's a wooden bridge, right of the main building. Under said bridge, is a little spot you and Ieiri made using large stones as seats, where the two of you can speak in somewhat privacy. While the water embraced your naked toes (for free?), the light of nature glimmered on its surface tickling them.

Jumping down from the side of the bridge, you sighed at the sight of Ieiri already holding out her cigarette, waiting for you to light it as per agreement.

Usually, a dark pink, she's now a purple. The boundaries of her being a bit jagged --- upset.

You sat down on your rock, smooth and cold from the night's chill. "What happened?" You took a pink lighter out of your coat's pocket, cradling her end as you lit it.

You watched her with a careful eye as she tilted her head back, strands of hair dancing with the light breeze as she did so

One single drag, one single exhale, two lone words were all it took to completely destroy your world.

"I know."

Your whole being completely shatters with that one sentence. Such a short thing of a sentence, yet it's enough to have strike lightning into your soul.

Clicking your tongue, you proceed to take off your flats. Lightly shivering as you dip your feet into the cold water of the stream.

"Didn't think this is how the night would turn out."

"Didn't expect to find out what I did, but we both can't have what we want now, can't we?" There was an edge to her voice, sharp like the blade you use to slice through curses.

"How long?" "Long enough." This wasn't like the silence from earlier. It was hard on the lungs, thick enough to suffocate.

Gesturing for the box of cigs, she gingerly hands it over to you. Watching you with a scrutinizing eye as you take out a stick and light it. But you don't smoke it. The plume doesn't even meet your way as the wind guides it away from your area. And yet, you keep it there. Tucked right between your index and middle, silently watching the orange eat away at the paper until it reaches your fingertips.

You don't even wince when the fire burns your skin.

"Why?" You sighed, answering your friends question. "In the beginning, I didn't have much of a choice. It's either, I do it or I'm out."

"Out?" "Dead." "Ah." Another inhale. "I stopped not long after. I just...couldn't do it anymore." Were you lying?

Another exhale, "They deserve to know." "They do."

She glanced your way, "Will you?"

"Eventually."

"So what, you'll accept your fate? Death?" What a confusing woman.

Ieiri groaned in exasperation, her jaggedness dulling, "Why? Why did you do it? What could have possibly compelled you to do it?"

"No." "No?!" "No. Change the topic or I'll leave."

You might as well, you've already done enough damage as it is

That kept her quiet. No more was said as the two of you sat there, under the wooden bridge listening to the running water at your feet. She couldn't bring herself to say something, just as you couldn't bring yourself to utter a sound.

Too much, too little time. That had been the problem in the first place. Way before you had even arrived in Japan. If only you had had enough time perhaps things would've been different.

No, no. They would have been different, you're sure of it.

You took a deep breath --- you can't do this anymore.

Standing up, you made a move to walk away. Still, Ieiri called out for you, "What will you do now?"

You could see a familiar figure walking your way, a stupid grin on his face as he waved at you like a maniac

You smiled a sad smile

Not the first, and most definitely not the last of it's kind

"Make up for it."

And, you left.

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(A/N): Well, that was a lot. Wonder what that was all about. Ngl, the idea came to me halfway into this and I was genuinely debating whether to go for it or not. But I mean, if it adds to the plottttt. Also, it just makes sense

Song Inspo: Mr. Sandman - SYML

It's obvious Suguru wanted to ask more, I wonder what he wanted to ask.

Why is Gojo's soul like an onion with layers and Suguru's a fogged mirror? What does that mean?

What exactly does Ieiri know?

And what do you mean 'too much, too little time'? What exactly did you do that dying is your consequence?

Originally, it was supposed to be "Alive and well." but I changed it to "Alive, at least." 😳

I wonder if there's any symbolism here...

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