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little-miss-dilf-lover · 23 days

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AHHH hii angel thank you so much for responding to my last request, it was more than perfect!! 💗

idk if you'd do this because it's a very sensitive topic and i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable but i need a little bit of comfort and reassurance since my bday is in like an hour hehe.. but can i have a bucky with a reader who's attempting to lose weight by dieting and working out but it kinda goes downhill (i think you know what I'm hinting at), and she's like a bit insecure and compares herself to models. and bucky finds out and helps her.. and just a bit angsty but turns out very fluffy with cuddles and stuff. you absolutely don't have to write this request if it's too overwhelming, lot's of love, take care! 💗💗💗💗

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my love hi!! you’re more than welcome, glad you liked it!! happy belated birthday, hope you had a great day!! I love stuff like this so it’s no problem. sending love, hope you’re well. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

SMALL CHANGES.

bucky barnes x fem!reader — angst & comfort

word count. 1073

warnings. potentially triggering content? mentions of dieting and working out. might be a hard read for some?

Comparison is the thief of joy.

It's something you've always struggled with, the endless questioning of yourself, picking yourself apart in ways you believe you don't fit in. It's an easy habit to slip into but a difficult one to break out of.

As of late, those feelings resurfaced - finding more and more 'faults' when you put yourself up against others. Models. It was as if you got sucked into a spiral of scrolling through images and doubting yourself, all of it leading to you curled up crying in bed. Always.

No matter how upset you'd be, you'd still find yourself swiping up to see more - feeding that little gremlin in your mind.

And after a little while, you decided you wanted to do something about those feelings - granted the reasoning behind it wasn't coming from a good place, but you'd be bettering yourself, and that's what you originally wanted.

So you changed your routine: waking up before six, secretly squeezing in an hour workout before joining Bucky on his morning runs, coming back home to have breakfast —an apple— then going about your day only to workout again once you get home.

You thought food was the enemy, so you restricted yourself with crazy diets and regimes you hear about in Hollywood. You tried a water cleanse, a juice cleanse, keto, even fasting, but no matter how hard you thought you tried, your efforts would not be enough for what you wanted.

All it left you feeling was tired and crappy. No matter how much you hated your body, your body hated you more for what you were doing to it.

You thought you were being sneaky and secretive in the way you were going about it, but you couldn't be more wrong. Bucky, your boyfriend, knew something was running rampant in your mind: every dismissal of a snack you previously loved, every time he watched you dodge a mirror —or on the contrast of seeing you stare too long in one— all of it only confirming what he had hoped not to be true.

It's a sensitive topic, especially to bring up to a loved one. Bucky knew you weren't going to be forthcoming, so he wanted to take the first step.

You were in your shared bedroom, sorting through your dresser to find a clean pair of workout clothes - all of your others drenched in sweat from your previous workouts.

"Hey, honey?" Bucky calls out, knocking on the ajar door.

You turn around to see his sweet face, your own almost embarrassed from being caught. "Yeah?"

"It's almost dinnertime. What do you say about going to that restaurant downtown? The one you love?" he asks, trying to scope you out.

"I have some stuff in the fridge. I bought a bunch of kale that needs eating before it goes bad," you reply, turning away, redirecting your focus to the clothes in your drawer.

Bucky leaves his spot in the doorframe, instead walking over to take a seat at the foot of the bed - behind from where you stand. "That's not food," he softly shakes his head. "Rabbits eat that. Let's get something good. What about a chicken sandwich? Pizza?"

"It is food," you reply. "Put on some pepper and olive oil, then bake it— it's good," you add, trying to convince him and yourself.

He faintly sighs, resting his elbows on his knees. "No one likes kale."

"Maybe you're not cooking it right," you playfully protest, trying to distract him.

"No, I cook it right," he stands up, walking to stand beside you. "We haven't gone out to eat for a while. I miss spending time with you like that."

You missed it too - far more than you'd ever anticipate. But you didn't want to slip up again. You already had a few times this week and you didn't want to make a habit of it.

"I do, too, but I already ate. Maybe in the week?"

"What did you have?" he asks, craning his neck to look at your face.

You hesitate, not having an answer. "I can't remember."

He exhales weakly, your unknown confirmation making his heart sink. His hand reaches for yours, the act like he was pulling your attention back to him. "That means you haven't eaten," he utters, his tone soft - the meaning behind his words almost scolding.

You feel cornered, and once again, you have no answer for him.

His grip tightens, gently turning you back to him. "You need to eat, honey. Your body needs it... I know what you've been doing."

After hearing something you didn't want to, your stomach drops. Bucky knew.

"I should've said something when I noticed it," he shakes his head, feeling at fault. "You know you can't keep doing what you're doing?"

You nod meekly, avoiding his eyes. You did know that what you were doing was unhealthy, but you wanted to be like them. If they can do it, why can't you?

"Why have you been doing it?" he asks faintly, cocking his neck to meet your gaze.

"Are you telling me off?"

He's quick to shake his head, denying it almost instantly - both his palms reaching to cup your face. "God, no," his soft eyes bore into yours. "Of course not, honey. Never," he reassures, thumbs grazing over your cheeks. "I just want you to look after yourself."

"I do," you hesitate a response, the words delicate - almost inaudible.

"You don't," he mumbles. "The working out, not eating? You're hurting yourself," he pauses. "If you want to change, I can help you. But we'll do it the right way, okay? None of what you've been doing."

All you can do is nod, silently acknowledging your accidental wrongdoings.

"Just small changes," he leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips. "That's all you need, okay?"

"Okay," you faintly smile, agreeing to the help.

"So," he starts, removing the placement on the sides of your face. "We're going to go out for dinner. And you're going to order whatever you want— whatever it is you've been wanting to eat," he pauses, noticing the hesitancy in your expression. "And we're going to order water instead of wine. Small changes."

The thought of ordering a meal you've restricted yourself from is enough to make your smile genuine. The idea of having your lover's support making it all that much easier.

#🦢#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes comfort #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #bucky angst

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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stepdad!hotch thoughts are running rampant in my mind anyway imagine you move out and hes so upset because now how are you two meant to “hang out”? so he swears on helping you with the smallest things while your mom is busy.

need help getting something down from a shelf? aaron’s already pressed up against you grabbing it for you. moving small bits over to your apartment? he’s there with his big muscles even though it’s a small box of trinkets.

he probably fucks you as soon as your mom leaves to get some more boxes from their house, and soon he realises what a blessing in disguise it is because now there’s no one to hide from.

(i used to hate step anything until hotch came along… oh my god stepbrother college!hotch…..)

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ and dark (stepcest; don't like don't read), minors dni.

Your back is turned when your mom announces her leave to the store, on the hunt for a throw pillow that'll fit on your couch beside the yellow one she'd already found. You'd be flattered by the gesture if you hadn't said a thousand times that your apartment is going to have a lavender pop of color, and that yellow will intrude on the decor you'd scraped together already. She's not one to listen, and you're starting to wish she wasn't 'helping' you move at all, because all she's doing is making things about herself, and it's making it harder for you.

Aaron's lugging in a box when she departs, but she's too wrapped up in her mission to return his wave goodbye. She does that sometimes; ignores anyone who isn't herself. You see him linger by the doorway of your new place, waiting and watching while her car drives down the street, and when it's gone around the corner, he drops the box, rounding on you.

"Wh- careful!" You insist, worried for the various trinkets in the box even when his hands attach themselves to your waist. He pushes your back up against the wall behind you, the hem of his loose t-shirt ruffled by the momentum.

"We have twenty minutes," He's on you before you can breathe, but you don't want to if it means his lips can't be on yours. His large hands slip beneath the flowy hem of your own shirt, and he speaks into the kiss, not losing a moment, "Your bed set up, honey?"

"Ah-! No," You whimper, feeling the delicious sting of Aaron's teeth scraping your jaw as he suckles down there from your lips, "No, I- I haven't put the sheets on."

"No time," He grumbles, gripping at the backs of your thighs and redirecting his lips to your own again, "Jump, sweetheart. We'll use the bathroom. Grab a pillow."

"Hm?" You're in a daze, not sure why he's hoisted you up into his grip just to stand by the couch with you.

"A pillow," He repeats, leaning towards the couch so that you can snatch one easily, "I'm bending you over the counter, angel, so unless you want your tits to be sore, grab a pillow."

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lovelybeesthings · 6 months

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Loved you then love u now! 2

Coriolanus Snow x reader

Word count: 2.k

Context: Part 2 of “The One That Got Away” and ending

A/N: I Need this man biblically 😭

Chapter 1

As Coriolanus's eyes long from afar never one leaving the direction of Y/n the event moves on and people start to dance Y/n makes her way onto the dance floor in her elegant gown.

His eyes never leave her the way her dress moves with her as she spins after a couple of songs she changes partners now pared with the man he saw her with earlier.

His eyes catch on how her eyes look at him the exact same way she'd lean upon him once upon a time, oh how foolish he thought to himself to believe the girl from District 12 was his soulmate when a divine angle had followed him all along.

His jaw clenched seeing the lovely smile and the way her lashes fluttered for some knockoff version of him he knew Y/n had to hold some feelings left for Coriolanus and if he got rid of this replacement for her dream man, himself Coriolanus Snow.

He'd repeated in his mind that night in her bedroom where they had shared an inmate moment he swore it was just his feelings being redirected to someone he knew he could be with but when Y/n had shown she had cared for himself so much she’d give him up for him to be with Lucy.

He took a sip of his drink watching her twirl her cheerful smile as the song soon ended, this was his chance he took one final sip placed the glass on the table, and soon fixed his red coat and walked over to the dance floor smiling.

As the song had finished I grinned at Devesh so happy in the moment but soon noticed how his head moved I too turned my head and saw Coriolanus he looked absolutely amazing making my heartbeat go crazy but I still held my composure.

“Corio, what's going on?” I say with a genuine answer and a sweet smile “I wanted to dance with you Y/n I hope this gentleman that's accompanying you wouldn't mind right” he responds but when he talks about Devesh he looks at him giving a cold stare.

“Uh well only a couple of dances” I day trying to break the cold mode as Devesh gave Coriolanus a pissed-off look smiling, I grabbed Croyo's hand and moved to a different spot in the ballroom trying not to cause a bigger scene “What was that croyo!” I say as we begin to dance one of his hands on my waist and the other one with mine as we spin the music plays “I don’t understand what you're attempting to say Y/n?” He says making me huff as I pout.

“Don't try one of your mind games I know you!” I say as my dress twirls when he spins me others gather around watching us commenting on our dance or how lovely we look next to one another.

“I not doing anything I mean I was trying to dance with you and the gentleman you were with seemed agitated with my question,” he says in that tone as he knows better the time he'd always speak to me like I'm some kind of child.

“Deveshe is not like that he's just upset because he knows my past with you” I see his smug look but quickly goes to his poker face “So he knows about our kiss right?” he says “He knows about the kiss we had for a second before you ran off with your songbird”

With the mention to Lucy, his face turns cold “I was blinded to what I thought was love a mistake on my part Y/n” he says as we dance the waltz “I think I can understand that I used to think that with you” I say bluffing trying to seem bold and confident yearning he doesn't notice my falsehood.

“Really?” he says and then pulls me closer making me jump in surprise at his actions he soon smiles “You say that but your cheeks are rosy and the way your heart pounds is a different story to me” My face flushes with feeling “Well youre simply to close that's all now I think I'm done dancing” I say giving a curtsy and walk back to Devesh.

I can't her leave me “Y/n, please listen” I say as I hold her wrist before she can leave she turns her head giving an innocent confused look “What's the matter with you?” she says genuinely confused “I can't let you leave me from the time I spent in the distracts I believed I loved someone and they did to me but I was foolish all I love all I want is You”

I speak genuinely letting down my guard for her before making sure no one is watching her lift her hand to my face and caress it while the warmth of her skinny fragile hand spreads to me I lean to the touch “Why do you have to be selfish?” I look at her crying “It was hard moving on and once my life goes back on track you come back to me telling me how you realize you love me!”

Tears fall down her angled face “I know, but let me be selfish we can forget and start again no Lucy Gray no Devesh” I say trying to persuade the girl I love, her face looks unsure as she collects herself “Okay, but you can't walk out of my life at all not again” a smile creeps on my lips as I pull her in for a kiss she follows as we explore each other mouths.

We soon come back to my upgraded apartment “is your grandmama and Tigris here?” She questions in her long dress and my red coat over her “No they left for some small gathering for fashion designers” I say smirking as I lead her to my room and throw a log in the fireplace “Croyo can you help take off this gown I mean it's gorgeous but it's not keeping me warm!”

I chuckle at her words and walk over to her unzipping her dress I can't help to blush to see her bra and panties as she soon puts my shirt over her I quickly change into a more comfortable sleepwear and get under covers with her “Can we cuddle?” she says with an innocent look making me nod she shuffles closer and I wrap my hands around her.

“I love you, I promise when I build my empire you'll be my queen” I whisper into her ear and kiss her forehead as we both fall into slumber warm with each other body temperature.

IN THE END, THEY LIVED HAPPILY IN OLD AGE BUT LIKE YOU KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES?

#coriolanus snow x reader #reader #coriolanus snow #fanfic #tom blyth x resder #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games #tom blyth

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Don't Speak 31

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Is it Monday already?

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

You sit in the waiting room, anxious and squirmy as Andy keeps his hand on yours. When you start to fidget, he squeezes and you stop. He doesn't tell you to but you can sense his agitation. It only adds to your own impatience.

When Dr. Kemp emerges to call you in, you have to keep yourself from jumping up. You're caught in the urge to both run away and run towards him. With all the thoughts you've had about him, especially while exploring, you're set alight just at the sight of him.

Andy accompanies you in. You almost forgot he would be there too. You near Kemp with a smile and he watches you with placid blue eyes. His coolness makes you self-conscious. The one thing you can never tell him is how he makes you feel.

He welcomes you in as usual. Before you can claim the chair you often sit in, Andy nudges you towards the chaise long. You hesitate but redirect, sitting with him on the dimpled leather.

Dr. Kemp shuts the door and crosses the office, sitting in the other chair as he leans an arm against the side. He gives a thoughtful hum as he considers both of you. Andy reaches to put his hand over yours, once more tightening his grip.

"So… how are things? Are we seeing progress?" Kemp asks brightly. "I'm sensing… improvement."

You just nod as Andy clears his throat and shifts. "I think… I think so," his fingers twiddle on his other thigh, "we have been… intimate. Somewhat, right, honey?"

You shy away and give another nod. Humiliated.

"In what way?" Kemp prompts.

You nearly choke and look at him with round eyes.

"This is a safe space, so we can be honest," he coaxes as he notes your shock, "have you both… tend to each other?"

Andy sighs and his fingers curl around yours. You wince.

"Yeah, but… she… she drank a bit too much so… she doesn't remember…" Andy huffs, "so… I tried."

"I'm sorry," you squeak, "I didn't mean to."

"Hm, and is there a reason you were drinking?" Kemp asks you.

"Well, uh, no. Andy gave me a beer, so– I don't really–"

"So you gave her a drink and are mad that it affected her?" He challenges Andy and you flinch again.

"She's an adult–"

"All and well but you can't get upset. What can you expect?" Kemp reprimands and Andy tenses, grumbling under his breath.

"So," Kemp redirects back to you, "you have… shown Andy that you're committed? Spoken in his love language, but has he done the same for you?"

You struggle not to rip your hand out of Andy's. You don't know what to say. You don't know what you want, especially from Andy.

"I… guess. I don't know?" You sputter, "he… he's nice. He…"

"I buy her things, I do stuff for her all the time–" Andy interjects.

"Please," Kemp silences him with a wave of his hand, "Andy is obviously an affectionate person, but what do you need?"

You gulp and shrug. You really don't know. You just open and close your mouth like a fish.

"Here's what we do. Andy, you cool it. The next time you do anything, I want her to initiate. And I don't want you," he points at you, "to do what he wants. You figure out what you need and that's what you do, understand?"

You swallow, lightheaded. You know what he means but you don't want to think about it. What if what you want isn't Andy?

"The next time we check in, I think I should do another housecall…" Kemp says, "and after this, we'll have our usual one-on-one. For now, I want to do a few exercises between you two…"

You blink rapidly. There's so much to do. That was always the worst feeling, knowing you had an insurmountable list ahead of you. Steps, that's what the doctor always says, little steps.

🕊️

Andy leaves and your private session begins. You’re nervous, still scalded from the conversation about intimacy. You fidget as you tuck yourself into the corner of the couch, trying to shrink down as much as you can.

Dr. Kemp stands and walks casually to the window. He doesn’t say anything right away. You wilt in the silence, wondering if you should start. How do you do that though? What do you say?

Your head races with the messages on your tablet. It’s so much easier to talk to him through a screen. Face-to-face, you’re embarrassed at everything you’ve shared with him under the deceitful protection of distance.

He turns to face you, smiling as he leans on the window ledge. He crosses his arms and you see how his chest flexes under his shirt. You try not to focus on that, bringing your eyes back to your twiddling fingers.

“Let’s focus on you,” he puts one foot in front of the other, uncrossing his arms to fix his left cuff. “You’ve been… exploring.”

You chew your lip. Oh gosh. Why did you ever let him convince you to do that? And why had you done it every day since?

“Now, don’t be shy. You know I won’t judge you. I wouldn’t encourage it if it was bad,” he comes forward slowly and sits at the other end of the couch, “can I ask you something?”

You nod, staring at your lap. You lean into the armrest, slouching as heat nips at your cheeks. You feel terribly dizzy. Even if he’s not that close, he’s crowding you.

“Why are you so… let me restart that. What has made you so… reticent about your sexuality?” He asks.

You shake your head. You can’t speak. It’s not a question you can answer. You don’t know what makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“You never… never tried anything before? Never been curious?” He prompts.

You swallow and hunch forward, speaking to the carpet, “a little.” You clasp your hands tight, forcing them still, “but… it hurt. So I stopped and… just forgot about it.”

“The other day. Did it still hurt you?”

You shake your head again.

“That’s good,” he praises and the couch jostles as he moves closer. He keeps some space between you as he reaches to touch your shoulder, “it’s not shameful. You’re just getting to know yourself. You’re taking care of yourself, sweetie. And That’s a good thing.”

“Mhmm,” you hum with a nod, his touch electrifying.

“So you can take what you learn about yourself and show Andy. Share it with him,” he suggests.

You’re quiet. You shrug off his hand and look away. You can’t tell him the truth. About why you enjoyed it so much. You don’t really understand it yourself. It’s probably doesn’t mean anything.

“Doctor,” you push your chin back down and sense him lean in, listening to you intently. “What… what if when I… did it, I wasn’t thinking of Andy?”

He takes a breath and lets his hand rest on the cushion between you. He leans an elbow on his thigh as his gaze sears into you. His fingers tap as he thinks.

“Nothing wrong with that. It’s not uncommon to have fantasies. They’re only that, they’re not real. So who are you hurting?” He drags his hand back and shrugs, “does that make sense?”

Your lips part and you make yourself sit up. You feel lighter. Yeah, you suppose it can’t hurt Andy if he doesn’t know who you think of. Or Steve.

“I guess,” you agree.

“Great,” he sits back, “so who did you think of?”

You look at him in shock. He chuckles at your expression and waves you off. You frown, heart pumping wildly.

“You don’t have to say,” he reaches over to lightly tap your knee, “I was just being nosy.”

“Oh,” you pick at your fingernail.

“Being funny,” he says, “let’s redirect. Anything new this week? New books? How’s the painting going?”

You peek at him, biting your cheek. He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. That’s crazy, you’re the only person in this room. He has nothing else to distract him. You’re being silly. You love Andy, not Dr. Kemp.

🕊️

You yawn at the canvas as you focus on the details of the feathers. Your work is coming together. You might be done soon. You’re at that point where you just don’t want to stop because you can see the end.

Andy doesn’t feel the same. The last time he checked in on you, he clucked at your response. It’s Saturday night, he reminds you. Yes, well, doesn’t that mean you can stay up late?

You can hear him inside the house as he grabs another beer. He had one for dinner and after as you excused yourself to paint. Is that his third? Fourth? You don’t know. Maybe you shouldn’t count.

Your eyes are itchy and you long to close them and let the tension out of your shoulder. That’s another thing that keeps you at the easel. As much as you long for bed, you’re nervous about sleeping in Andy’s bed. After the day’s therapy session, you feel like you have to do something. Something you’re not ready for.

You rinse your brush and step back. You go to your tablet to check your reference image, accidentally swiping over to a different draft. It’s a sketch you did the other day, only half-finished. It’s Amber, or supposed to be.

Your heart sinks. You remember slamming the cover on the tablet after realising you couldn’t remember exactly how she looked. You remember her smell, her voice, her warmth, but you just couldn’t get the slant of her nose right, you couldn’t make her eyes sparkle just so.

You quickly push the image away, looking for the falcon crest, but your motivation quickly dies. You don’t want to paint anymore. Neither do you want to go inside. Even if it is awfully chilly out here.

The TV blares from inside the house. You can hear it even through several walls. You wonder if you’re making too much noise or if it’s something else.

You tap on the screen listlessly, realising too late that you’re staring at the chat with Dr. Kemp. It’s too late to message him. You’ll wait until tomorrow. Yeah, you can’t bother him this late.

By some eerie coincidence, a new message pops up before you can close the chat. You wipe your hand on your stained tee shirt as you read it. ‘Have a good night, sweetie. You did very well today’.

You go over the letters over and over again. You smile to yourself but quickly wipe it away. He’s only being nice.

‘Thank you. Have a good night.’

You send the message and leave the tablet on the small table. You start cleaning up, taking your time as you dread the other side of the wall. Andy won’t be happy you waited so long, but he might be too tired to be angry with you.

You grab your tablet and pause, reading the unexpected new message; ‘you going to bed?’

You bite your thumb. What should you say? Well, you should be honest, right?

‘Soon. Hope I can sleep.’ You tap the arrow and sway, looking up at the garage door. You really should just say good night and go inside.

‘What’s keeping you awake?’

Oh, gosh. End it. Stop talking. There was enough of that earlier. You’re typing before you can stop yourself.

‘Amber.’

That’s it. The only word you can manage. Off goes the bubble and almost immediately those three dots appear on his side of the chat. Then they disappear.

The chirp from your tablet surprises you. You nearly drop it but smack the screen instead, inadvertently answering the call. Oh no! He must’ve hit the wrong button.

You see Dr. Kemp on the screen and in the corner, your own face looks back. You sputter as you notice his bare shoulders, distracted from hating your reflection. You gasp.

“Oops,” you utter with a nervous chuckle.

“You’re thinking of Amber?” He asks without a beat.

“Um, yeah, but– Dr. Kemp, it’s late. We can talk next week. I’m sorry.”

“I called for a reason. I’m not Dr. Kemp right now, I’m Steve. Your friend,” he stares at you, smiling as you notice the odd angle.

He must be sitting down, maybe he was getting ready for bed, that would explain his lack of shirt. You can’t even see that much, just the top of his chest. Don’t think about it. Maybe he doesn’t even realise.

“My friend?”

“Of course,” he coaxes, “so tell me, what are you thinking about Amber?”

You shrug and look away with a pout. You don’t know if you should say. You should’ve mentioned it earlier. You’re wasting his time.

“Aw, you miss her, sweetie? That’s normal. She’s your sister.”

You turn back to the tablet. You can’t help the tremble in your chin. You miss her, yes, but more than that. There’s not a word that can express how deeply you feel in that moment. You love Amber so much but you’re ashamed of how you used her for so long. Then you abandoned her.

“Did you decide if you want to invite her to Thanksgiving? I think that’s a great idea,” he says.

“Oh, uh… Andy wouldn't… I don’t know,” you mumble and turn, glancing at the door, suddenly paranoid he might hear you. “I should… it’s very late. I should go to bed.”

He nods. His hair is slightly askew, it’s usually so neat and tidy. He has a bit of stubble poking through along his jaw. He looks more handsome than you’ve ever seen him. You can barely think.

“Alright, I won’t keep you. You need a good night’s sleep, right? Because you have to take care of yourself, right?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Steve,” he corrects.

You giggle, “yes, Steve.”

“Okay, go on,” he shifts the tablet, “chat tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” you promise, “good night.”

“Night,” he winks.

The call ends and you stare at the screen. Your chest flutters as you make yourself close the cover. You feel bubbly like you could float. And something else. Something that needs to be quelled. A deep need that has your fingers tingle for that familiar buzz.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #librarian au #don't speak #defending jacob #steve kemp #fresh

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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years

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Just One Night - Damian Wayne x Reader

request: Can you please do a fic with the tropes of fake dating and idiots in love with Damian and f!Reader please?? 2k words & and a very bold Damian Wayne. Hope you enjoy <3

"When pigs fly." you laughed.

"You know I could make that happen." Damian said with a yawn. He had asked you to accompany him through a day of press. He was under paparazzi fire for allegedly being seen with the domino mask a familiar hero was known to sport, he still claims he would never make such a mistake, the press however, says otherwise.

So in a horribly drafted redirection of attention, you got to be an arm piece to the Prince of Gotham for the day. It made sense, you two were openly close friends being the children of hugely famous Gothamites, and no stranger to the public eye, but this was a stretch.

You whined, "why are you not more upset by this? You hate these events more than I do, let alone with the added drama of a date." you watched him shift uncomfortably before replying, "father made it clear that until my name is separated from Robin, Drake is tasked with the title, and I'm benched. You know I hate to say it, but please y/n, it's just one night" and suddenly his desperate agenda became clear.

"Alright, but I come at a price," you smirked as his eyes met yours, "If we are really going to sell this, you have to be nice to me, a gentleman even, and I want McDonalds afterward, no complaints," you crossed your arms over your chest as Damian rolled his eyes at the preposition.

"Do you really think so lowly of me, my love?" he tacked on the cheesy pet name with a grimace. "Oh I certainly do," you replied with a cackle.

Damian's PR team had set the agenda, dinner in the public eye then off to a short appearance on a talk show announcing the non-profit both of your families were funding, and finally a short appearance at an after party for a gala, which meant a paparazzi stretch. Overall, nothing either of you haven't done, but so much more stressful with a "partner".

And just like that, you were whisked into a sleek black car, dressed in a dangerously sultry dress, set to arrive at a restaurant Damian would already have a table at, meaning the paparazzi were already en route.

As soon as the car door was opened for you, the flashes began. Pushing forward, eyes trained downward, the shouting began: "Y/n who are you wearing tonight?" "Does this count as a date?" "Damian has an empty seat, is that where you're headed?" "Any comments on your late night appearance tonight?" you managed to glance up and smile before slipping into the restaurant, quickly making your way upstairs to the balcony table where Damian sat, fiddling with silverware like a literal child.

As his eyes met yours they swept your body swiftly, something more than boredom flashing behind his eyes. Quickly he stood up, sauntering to your side he pulled your chair out for you, but not letting you sit down before pecking your cheek, his lips cold to your touch.

"At least they cannot hear what we say," he grumbled as you both sat down.

"Is it that miserable to pretend you like me?" you teased back, glancing down at the fans below.

"No, no it's not," he near whispered, his hand came to rest on yours, a gesture you felt no one could see. Your eyes met his and held his stare for a few seconds too long.

He broke eye contact by glancing at the flashing cameras below. "Are you ready for tonight?" he asked softly, letting you key into just how nervous he actually was.

"There's no one else I would do this for," you breathlessly replied, but his gaze never met yours, stuck on the hoard below.

The rest of dinner was regular, Damian already knew your order so the food came quickly, and the two of you fell into the comfortable friendship you'd always had.

"10 minutes to go time" your assistant called into your room as you glanced at yourself one more time in the mirror. You hated talk shows: uncomfortable clothes, questions, and all in the public eye.

Damian's voice was muffled from outside your door a minute later, "can I come in?" was all you heard, pushing the door open slightly so he could enter.

"Please don't comment about the dress, this whole thing was last minute and I did my own makeup because I absolutely hated the artist here, and-" you rambled, staring at yourself in the mirror with exhaustion.

"Y/n, you look exquisite." Damian appeared behind you, he was tall enough that his shoulders were at your head, you looked up and met his eyes, noticing his hair neatly slicked back. He looked older, handsome even. Leaning back into his chest you tilted your head back, prompting him to look down at you through thick lashes, your eyes meeting without the mirror.

"Just one night," you whispered up to him with a smile.

His hand found it's way to your hip, steadying you against him, "one night," he hummed in agreement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Damian Wayne and Y/N L/N!" applause echoed in the studio as you both walked on stage. Almost instinctually Damian stopped in front of you, his hand catching your hip, guiding you in front of him, into the chair to his left. You glanced up at him with a smile before sitting down, letting you attention fall to the host.

"What an honor to have the two of you here together! Y/n we are so excited you brought your date tonight," the host slid in the remark hoping to catch any type of reaction, but you just smiled before answering "it is so exciting to bring my partner to announce our family's non profit! This effort is such a huge step towards a brighter future for Gotham, we are so, so excited," you grinned, turning to face Damian who's eyes were trained on you.

"I noticed she said partner, how does that feel Mr. Wayne?" the host waggled his eyebrows at Damian who finally met his eyes. "It feels incredible to call our families partners, I know I speak for the Wayne family when I express how honored we are to join this program as benefactors." you bit your cheeks to withhold a smile at his question dodge.

"So you don't mind me asking if there's really nothing between the two of you?" the host leaned in, knowing eyes meeting yours. Feeling your cheeks heat up you whipped your head to Damian, eyes telling him to speak.

He simply smirked, lightly pushing a piece of fallen hair behind your ear while saying "nothing," his eyes only looking into yours. The silence had you in a chokehold, unable to look anywhere but Damian.

You knew the host was saying something cheeky in response, but you couldn't pull your eyes from Damians until he broke the electric feeling. With a cool smile he responded to the host, leaning back to place his arm on the back of your chair. His wingspan large enough that your head rested against his forearm.

The rest of the interview was a blur, you mindlessly answered questions until your 30 minute segment was up. Finally the host stood up, ready to set you free. As applause filled the room you shook the hosts hand, pausing to wait for Damian who did the same before following you out of the studio and into another black car.

"That went perfectly," Damian hummed while you looked out the darkened window to the city. The ride was short but you couldn't help but ask, "how is this, all the pretending and flirting so easy for you?" your voice cracked, raw emotion pushing through as you turned to face him.

He went quiet, strictly staring ahead as the car pulled up outside the paparazzi stretch into the after party you two had to attended. As the driver stopped the car and stepped out to get your door Damian turned to face you, his voice low and raspy like he'd been sitting on the words the entire drive there.

"You think this is just all fake? Darling, I'm not pretending."

Before you could catch your breath he stepped out of the car, flashing cameras and yelling started almost on queue. Your door opened, with Damian standing stoically outside, waiting for you. Legs damn near shaking you got out of the car, immediately clinging to his side as he led you down the carpet.

When the screeching and pleading to stop for photos got too intense Damian paused, stepping in front of the cameras to let you adjust your straps and hair, this put his face inches from yours, but this time his eyes failed to meet yours, trained only on your lips. When he fell back into place besides you his hand found its place on your hip once again, this time his thumb rubbed circles around your waist through the whole photo-op.

Once inside the cold air met your blushing cheeks, knocking a breath of fresh air into your lungs, enough to give you the confidence to drag Damian into a corner of the room.

"You think you're funny Wayne? Flirting with me all day then saying it was real? Toying with me like that? Absolutely not." you were talking animatedly with your hands while he just towered above you with a smirk.

"And what if I meant it?" Damian cocked his head to the side, smirk still plastered on his face. "Then you would've done something! Anything! You just get the chance to be with me today so take it!" you exclaimed, waving your hands in front of you.

"Ok," was all Damian said before his hands grasped either side of your face, leaning down to your height and crashing your lips to his. You threw your hands up in confusion, eyes opened wide, but his were closed, squeezed shut as if he couldn't think of anything else to do but kiss you.

And suddenly you melted, deepening the kiss as your eyes fluttered closed, hands pulling desperately on either side of his tuxedo.

Lightheaded from the aggression behind the kiss you pulled away, your chest rising and falling in unison with his. "That was something," you whispered.

"Had to take the chance," he whispered in response. Suddenly he was on the move, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the entire ballroom, out the back door, and into another car.

As he slid into the drivers seat he mumbled "I believe there was one more requirement for the night." You couldn't find the words to respond, your fingertips dancing on your lips, feeling how puffy they were from the kiss, the only reminder that it really happened.

After a short interaction with the McDonalds employee who happened to recognize both you, you were parked in an empty lot, silence grasping the car.

"Not how I thought today would go," you whispered. Damian glanced at you, eyes searching yours, "better or worse than expected?" you appreciated how blunt he was.

"I- honestly, better. Way better." you sighed, smiling to yourself while looking back on the nights events.

"As promised, it was just one night. You can hold me to that promise." Damian looked earnest, like he was saying it as much to you as himself.

You paused, deciding to test the waters. "And what if it wasn't just one night? Brunch tomorrow maybe? Movies at yours after? Maybe one week only, or a month?" you glanced in his direction, unable to contain a smile as his eyes lit up.

"Could I interest you in a lifetime?" he raised his eyebrows, frozen in waiting for your response.

"Only for a lifetime D? I'm in."

"Only for a lifetime beloved," he whispered, leaning in to seal the promise with a kiss.

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izzywantscheesecake · 5 months

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end of the semester

Pairing: Roommate!Hobie x RoommateGN!Reader🕸🕷🎸 Fandom: Into/Across/Beyond the Spiderverse Quick Synopsis: Your final grade in a class was poor, so Hobie is there to give you a pep talk. Tags: Drabble, Use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (besides maybe slight height mention?), reader can be male/female or none, Hobie and reader can be read as a platonic or romantic pairing, Fluff, Comfort, very slight use of british slang, kind of self indulgent.

It was a chilly Tuesday afternoon, the perfect day to use whatever was in the fridge to make something instead of ordering food like Hobie was doing for the past week.

He grabbed lettuce, already cooked leftover chicken, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers and placed everything to the side while he got started on cutting the latter.

It had been a good minute since he washed the veggies and began cutting, but his pace started to get slower and slower.

Something felt off. He just knew it.

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and there you walked in, hands covering your eyes as you let out the loudest groan known to man.

In an instant, you grabbed onto your bag barely attached to your arm, and threw it towards the side of the ottoman, where it landed and fell over, exposing your pencils to the carpet.

You then kicked off your shoes and plopped yourself face first onto one of the couch pillows.

Hobie redirected his focus from the salad he was making to your pretty depressed state. “What happened to you?”

“I’m dead.”

“Alright, ‘Dead,’ can you explain what’s going on with my roommate right now?”

“Ha ha.” You lifted yourself up from the pillow, with the emotion ‘upset’ practically plastered onto your face like gum on pavement. “Grades were put in today.”

“I know, haven’t checked mine yet. Just trying to enjoy the last meal of my day before it all turns to shit,” Hobie chuckled, pouring his cut cucumbers into the bowl with a knife.

“Yeah.”

“I’m assuming you checked yours?”

“Mhm, I did great in everything, you know, the standard A minuses and A pluses, but..” You paused.

“But?”

“..I did great in everything but calculus.”

“What'd ya get?”

“C.”

Hobie went silent for a few seconds, before giving you a short round of applause.

“Not bad. At least it wasn’t an F.”

“I know, but..”

“But what?”

“I’m just disappointed ‘cause I worked so hard this semester. I took notes, spoke to teachers, bought extra material and even got a tutor at some point. All that just for a C. Maybe I should’ve studied longer, crammed more..”

You hadn’t even noticed Hobie move from his position and begin to walk towards you as you rambled.

When you snapped back to reality and saw his loud and obnoxious pajama pants standing in front of you, you paused. He kneeled down to match your height, and put both of his hands on your shoulders.

“Listen, Y/N. I know you’ve worked hard, I’ve seen it, but this is way more trivial than you think.”

“I-”

“I know a C isn’t usually considered the best grade and all, but.. It’s calculus. You got stuck with this class. Some people go through the entire four years of schooling without doing calculus, me planning to be one of them. I think the fact you passed this semester with an okay grade and even better grades on everything else is incredible.”

You stayed silent as he searched your eyes, waiting for any type of reaction.

“I’m just saying, don’t beat yourself up about this, love. It’s just one C in a sea of A’s.”

You smiled at him. “I guess that’s true.”

“Bloody right it is.”

He stood up, and walked back towards the mini-kitchen.

“Any road, pop on your PJ’s and find something for us to watch. We’re gonna need a good laugh before we see how I did.”

A/N: can you tell i'm about to fail my classes and this is my last ditch effort in creating happiness before shit hits the fan

#drabble #one shot #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #atsv hobie #hobie brown x reader fluff #hobie brown fluff #self indulgent

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for yelling at my mom before she went away on an emotionally taxing trip to another country to take care of my hospitalized grandmother?

The town I'm in went through a mass shooting a couple weeks ago, you might have seen it on the news. I'm a college student and was staying on campus at the time, and everyone went through lockdown for a couple of days. I remember not being alerted there was a shooting going on until I had already been walking around outside for at least a hour while it was happening five blocks down, and then staying in my room while on a call with my friends until 7 am who were trapped in other buildings and had to sleep on the floor while listening to the police scanners and news stations for more info. The lockdown ended after a couple of days, but I still felt not Great, especially with all the lack of management from campus and the news reporters taking photos and videos of us during the lockdown. I had several panic attacks for days afterwards, and I'm still having them now.

I texted my parents a couple hours after it started confirming I was okay, and my dad basically texted back "I saw, you'll be fine, just stay away from the windows." This made me very upset because I thought he already knew about my situation and didn't even bother texting or calling first. But in a phone call later with my mom where I basically exploded at her for saying the same thing, I discovered he just looked up news articles 2 minutes after I sent the text and then texted that, and didn't know how close the incident was. She said that she'd be mad if what I thought was true, but in another phone call confirmed they had a talk and then told me my dad just has issues communicating sometimes and "you have a nervous personality" and so I should learn to accomodate him more. I also blew up at this and told her that he's not the one in a mass shooting right now so why do I have to accomodate for him (triggered by a pattern of this in the past) ((He still hasn't called or texted me since other than sending a quick apology for the misunderstanding).) We ended up having a very emotionally charged talk and my mom also stated her mom got hospitalized, it's all very stressful right now, and that's also why they didn't say anything about it in the family groupchat because they didn't want to stress out everyone with even more bad news and to please not tell anyone yet about it. She started ranting again about how bad her childhood was with her mom for like a half hour and I had to cut her off and redirect her. But in the end she said she now understood how serious my situation was and that I could talk to her anytime about it.

Well, I thought that was it. But after they found the shooter 72 hours later and lockdown ended, my mom called me and basically assumed that everything was fine now and I was feeling "normal" again. I was admittedly pretty cagey and told her I wasn't for several reasons and she seemed confused but didn't push it. Then a day afterward she texted me and said one of her friend's daughters had a college essay they had to submit tomorrow and asked me if I could help them and they'd buy me lunch later when I got back. I was annoyed but I ended up telling them to send it to me in a Google Doc and I made some comments, but then she called me again and asked me if I could get on a Zoom call with the daughter and fix the essay together with her. I told her no several times and asked her why I had to do this if she didn't even bother preparing this essay beforehand until the last minute, but my mom said "It's a nice thing to do", and "She really needs help", and wouldn't take my no as an answer after 10 minutes. Then I basically blew up at her one final time and told her that I just went through a mass shooting and I've been comforting my friend who saw some of the dead bodies and I'm having panic attacks and why can't she ever take no for an answer and that I hate her and then I hung up on her.

She basically texted me later and said she realized how inconsiderate her request was when I said that one of my friends saw the dead bodies. She said she's leaving to go to visit my grandma soon but I can call her any time if I want. It's been a couple weeks and there's been no communication from either of us.

I feel bad for blowing up at her since she didn't seem to know how bad it was and also her mom is hospitalized and it's very stressful. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #mass shooting cw

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sixteenthchapel · 2 years

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Hello! Just wanted to say that I'm in love with your art and ur one of the people that made me fall in love with jttw jdjdje Also ur characterization of Wukong and Tripitaka makes their dynamic so charming and amusing 😭 (They r so dumb god)

Random question! Do you have a favourite moment in the book?

First of all, thank you so much!! oh my gosh that is so kind TToTT I'm really happy you liked them!! The pilgrims all being dumb together is my favorite thing hhaha As to your question, oh man, absolutely. Its more a bunch of moments all from one chapter. My favorite chapter of the book goes something like this: And I've said this before but should say again, it has been several years since I read the novel cover to cover, so I may not remember all the details just right, but as I recall it, my favorite chapter is the one immediately following the story of the White Bone Devil, which is one of the most famous chapters. But to me, the story of the White Bone Devil is nothing compared to their ridiculous conflict with Lord Yellow Robe, Kui Mulang.

After Monkey is banished by Tripitaka, he goes back to Mt Huaguo, leaving Pigsy and Sandy to look after the priest. Which goes about as well as you'd think. Pigsy says he'll go find food, then just takes a nap, Sandy I think goes looking for him, and when they both don't come back for a while, Tripitaka goes looking for them and ends up walking DIRECTLY into this demon's lair.

When Sandy and Pigsy learn of the priest's capture, they attempt to stage a rescue. During the middle of the fight, Pigsy thinks they're going to lose so tells Sandy to cover him, he has to go take as shit IMMEDIATELY. Runs into the bushes, and escapes all the while Sandy is captured and yelling at him for being a fat, useless, coward (rude.. but in this case very true lol)

Pigsy, now alone and unsure what to do, flies to Mt Huaguo to find Monkey and ask him to come back and save everyone. He tells him everything that's happened, and that Trip has been captured and will surely die if he doesn't help. Even after hearing all that, Monkey refuses. He's still upset that Trip dismissed him and thinks dying and reincarnating ought to teach the brat a lesson! Pigsy gives up at first, skulking off and mumbling to himself about what a flea-ridden bastard Monkey is... this is overheard by some of Monkey's minions who deliver the news to the king himself. Monkey orders Pigsy to be brought back for execution LOL Thinking on his feet, Pigsy tries to redirect Monkey's ire, and thinks one of my favorite lines in the novel. "A warrior is more likely to answer a challenge than an invitation".

He tells Monkey that it wasn't him... This demon, Lord Yellow Robe, he's the one who called Monkey a weak, pathetic, cowardly fool.

And this makes Monkey ENRAGED

Monkey springs into action, flying to confront this demon. Screaming about all the nasty things this demon said about him while Lord Yellow Robe has no idea who the hell this monkey is or why he's so pissed off.

And boy, does Monkey go HARD on this guy. After he beats him up and along with a bunch of his soldiers, the demon retreats into his lair and Monkey is left out. He can't find a way to get to him, so instead takes out his anger on Kui Mulang's wounded but still living soldiers, killing them all. He meets back up with Pigsy and Sandy and tells them his brilliant idea to draw the demon back out.

By taking his half-human children and killing them outside the gates, hoping that will enrage their father enough to come back out. Even his companions think he's malding a little hard

This has gone on awhile so to cut the rest short, Monkey is eventually "victorious". I think I recall a subplot about Trip being turned into a tiger too, and there was this captured princess subplot too.

But this is my fave chapter lol. Basically "Monkey Accidentally Saves The Day By Avenging An Imagined Insult To Himself"

Peak Monkey behavior, absolute mad lad, everyone is an idiot. Its just a mess and I love it.

#ty for the ask <3 #sorry for the long post aslfdjf i really like this particular story #monkey is so emotionally stable and not an insecure bully at all guys #he does come back after this #and his reward for his uh... heroic tantrum is he gets to have the headband put back on #i just kinda winged a design for kui mulang but i like how he looks #sun wukong #zhu bajie #tripitaka #sha wujing #kui mulang #yellow robe demon #jttw #jttw tag #journey to the west

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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May I please kindly request the reactions of RISE! and 2012 Raphs’ reactions to frustrated/anxious ticks (ie. Scratching/picking at neck and pulling hair)? :)

I need comfort

A/N, not important: My requests were closed when I received this(not to try and bash you at all, I genuinely adore you sending in asks. You're a very sweet person, and I'm trying to get your first ask out soon), but I also REALLY needed this. So thank you. I've been not doing well, and this let me take a minute to catch my breath. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: bad writing, my writing, semi-destructive behaviors, 2012 Raph not knowing what to do, picking at skin/scab, hair pulling(destructive), and general no goody emotions. Comfort-ish

Words: 700

Summary: TMNT 2012 and ROTTMNT Raph w/ S/O who got really upset and started doing some self destructive behaviors.

2012 TMNT Raph:

It makes him really worried about you when he finds you doing this.

He understands that you’re doing it because you're stressed, or frustrated, or anxious, or maybe even all three. The problem however, lies in his own inability to understand how to help you.

When Raph gets upset, he lashes out at others. You lash out on yourself, and Raph isn’t always sure how to handle it.

He initially freaks out a bit, and tries to redirect your emotions on something else. He might drag you to the dojo to go train, or hold the dummy steady so you can punch it if you wish.

If this isn’t really your style, he tries to redirect to something else.

His main concern is to get rid of the negative emotions flowing through you at the moment and have you take them out on something that isn’t yourself.

If he knows prehand you are okay with physical touch/prefer it, Raph will pull you close and softly hum, holding your hands by your side as he tries to calm you down.

Raph gets everyone to leave you alone as well, shooing his brothers away if you’re having a bad time in the living room area.

Will try his best to bring you to his room, as it’s a safer place and he won’t face possible humiliation by his brothers later(Not that he minds. He’d face all the teasing in the world if it meant he could help you. He’d just rather not if he could).

Raph likes to try and hold your hand when you get particularly frustrated or anxious, trying to prevent the behaviors before they start.

If nothing works and he isn’t able to get you to really stop, he’ll try and convince you to let him wrap your hands and fingers to dull your nails so you can’t do as much damage.

Isn’t the best with words, so most things he does are through actions. He doesn’t want to accidentally say something that will make it worse.

ROTTMNT Raph:

Really worried about you. He’s scared you might pierce your skin from the scratching or pull out too much hair.

Tries to distract you the best he can, putting on movies and holding you tight so it’s harder to move.

He doesn’t want to make it worse, but he can’t stand seeing you do this to yourself.

Raph will try and talk it out with you if a distraction isn’t working, trying to find the root of what was wrong and making you so upset.

If it’s too much for Raph to handle on his own, he’ll go to Mikey for advice once you’ve calmed down a bit so he can figure out how to help you properly.

Refuses at first when Mikey offers to have you talk to ‘Dr. Feelings’, saying he doesn’t think it was what you needed. Dr. Feelings and Dr. Delicate touch were too close together in Raph’s mind to try and make you talk while you were already so upset.

If it’s an easy fix, he’ll help/talk you through it quickly while keeping an eye on you, his protective instincts kicking in and making him not want you to leave his sight lest you start again as soon as his back is turned.

Tries to provide comfort to the places you're picking/pulling at, like running his fingers through your hair or rubbing your neck and arms to try and make them feel better.

If you end up breaking the skin, he insists on wrapping the area in bandages immediately, not wanting you to dig any more into the raw flesh.

If you’re unable to talk to him or tell him what’s wrong, he’ll just whisper silent words of encouragement to you while holding your hands, rubbing your knuckles softly to hopefully keep you from spiraling.

Is very soft with you while it happens, not wanting to accidentally hurt you or say something that upsets you.

Will pick you up and bring you somewhere quiet(usually his room) so his brothers don’t bother you. Will just sit with you until you’re able to calm down and destress a bit.

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starrgaziinggg · 1 year

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SMAU | UNDERCOVER JYP-U

chapter seven -> when has a frat party ever not ended badly? (written 6k words)

directory | next chapter ->

You thought you were a non violent person. You really did. Pacifist and all that. But after seeing the text Yuna had sent to Hyunjin when you'd asked her to send a reply whilst you were busy, you swore you could throttle the girl.

"Why would you send that?" You practically scream, chasing after your bold blonde headed friend as she scrambled around your dorm in attempt to flee your grasp.

"Because it's funny!" She cackles back, jumping over the sofa to put some distance in between you both. You stop at the other side of the sofa, grabbing the back of it with both hands and attempting to get your breath back.

"It's not funny! We literally just stopped arguing and now you've sent him the flirtiest message," you say with a snarl, giving Yuna the daggers.

"If you think that's flirty," she starts, giggling as she goes to type another message. Luckily for you, Ryujin walks out her bedroom and plucks your phone out of Yuna's hands, passing it to you lazily. "Hey! You're no fun."

"Do you want her to kill you before we even get to the frat?" Ryujin responds, taking her leather jacket off of the coat rack and pointing a thumb at you.

"You're a dead woman," you say, focusing your attention back to Yuna and trying to see if by any miracle Apple had updated their messaging app to allow you to delete a message. Unfortunately, they had not.

"No killing on Jesus day," Chaeryoung says, coming out of her own room with Lia in tow.

"It's Saturday," Lia points out with a confused look on her face, but Chae waves her off.

"Everyday is Jesus day. Anyway, are we going to get a move on? Felix is already asking where we are," Chaeryoung responds, pulling on a pair of trainers.

"Felix is impatient," you reply, huffily shoving your phone in your jacket pocket. "And we're leaving now, if everyone's ready?"

"Yup," Yuna responds, sticking her tongue out at you in another act of defiance. "I'm ready to see my favourite frat guys."

"Down, girl," Ryujin says with a laugh, opening the door of your dorm and letting everyone walk into the hallway before locking it shut.

"What did Yuna even say to Hyunjin?" Chae asks you as you all walk out the dorm building and head in the direction of the guys dorm.

"She sent a stupid kissy face and called Hyunjin 'Hyune'," you groan, trying not to get too annoyed. Realistically, it wasn't that bad, but considering you'd just patched things up with him, you didn't want to cause any upset.

"He won't even care," Ryujin says, trying to ease you. "He probably gets a billion messages like that a day."

"I'd love to be sending him messages like that," Lia says, wiggling her eyebrows cheekily. "That man is so fine."

"Whatever," you say, pretending to gag but laughing afterwards. "I just hope he doesn't get the wrong idea."

You cross the courtyard, passing by a couple groups of people outside of your student Union building. That's when you start to feel the light droplets of rain on your face, groaning again in annoyance.

"Of course it starts raining properly as soon as we step outside," Chae shivers, attempting to pull her jacket over her head to hide from the droplets pouring down on her.

Ryujin walks up beside you, giving you some of her hoodie to cover you both. "If you ask me, you seem to care a lot about what Hyunjin thinks of you."

You roll your eyes at her redirection of the conversation back to Hyunjin. "It's not even that, I just want to stay on good terms with him. It's been a nice week not having to constantly argue with him."

"It's been nice for me to not have to listen to you both constantly argue," Chae grins at you, turning to face you. "I'm finally at peace."

You laugh at her, speeding up your walk to get to the boys dorm as fast as possible. You're all but soaked when you arrive, and just to your luck Hyunjin is the one who answers the door.

"I told you I could pick you up," he says with a smirk, moving out of the way to let you all in. His dark hair hangs loosely in front of his face, and he pushes it away as he moves aside to let you all in. Jisung's clearly already connected to the speaker, blasting tunes so loudly you could barely hear Hyunjin talk.

It had been a pretty intense first week back, and at your weekly student body meeting yesterday Chan had already started delegating tasks relating to your semesterly Charity Week, which wasn't for another three weeks. You were more than thankful to hear the sounds of your friends laughing and letting loose as you walked in the door.

"Don't say I told you so," you reply with a glare, and he puts his hands up in defeat. You watch the girls kick off their shoes and start mingling with the guys, Yuna heading straight for the kitchen as usual.

Hyunjin seems to stick by your side, so you decide it's the perfect opportunity to clear up what Yuna had texted him earlier.

"I didn't send that last text to you, by the way," you say kind of awkwardly, not knowing how to make the conversation seem less weird. "I asked Yuna to reply to you whilst I was doing Chaeryoung's hair and she thought it would be really funny to send something flirty."

Hyunjin waves a hand, giving you a half smile as the two of you walk towards the kitchen. "Don't worry about it. I knew it wasn't you."

"You did?" You ask, taking a shot from Felix after saying a quick hello and downing it.

"Yeah, you'd never send a double smile like that. Plus, you've never called me 'Hyune' a day in your life," he points out, and you wonder when he became so perceptive. He leads you to the back wall, pulling out some things from his fridge.

"What you making?" You ask inquisitively, perching yourself up on the counter top. Hyunjin glances at you quickly, going back to raiding his fridge and quickly switching to the cupboards afterwards.

"Thought I'd make you a mojito," he answers plainly, shrugging. "I know you like them, and we have all the stuff for it."

You can't help but give him a deadpan expression. "You have fresh mint?"

"Minho bought a plant when we did a food shop the other day," he explains, which actually makes a lot of sense. For a college student, your best friend was an excellent cook. "Plus, and this is a trade secret so don't run your mouth, mojitos are my favourite too."

You raise an eyebrow, resting the palms of your hands on the countertop behind you and leaning against them. "Wow, wouldn't peg you for a cocktail guy."

He rolls his eyes, grabbing some ice from the freezer below him to fill up your glasses. "This is why we need to spend more time together. It's scary how little you know about me."

"Yo, can you stop raw dogging the ice?" Seungmin frowns, scoffing at hyunjin. "Minho's told you a million times there's an ice scoop for a reason."

Hyunjin mimics his words, sticking his tongue out at him before handing you your drink for good measure. You thank him after he places in a straw, nodding his head as if to get you to try it. Contrary to how you expected it to taste, you hate to admit it's probably one of the nicest mojito's you'd ever tried.

"Hey, Sueng," you greet Seugmin, who smiles at you. "You coming to the frat tonight?"

Seungmin nods. "Yeah, at least for a bit. Dunno if Jeongin's already mentioned, but we've already got an assignment due for next week."

"Yikes," Hyunjin comments, grimacing as he takes another sip of his drink, looking quite pleased that you seem to like yours.

"Yeah, Jeongin was complaining about it at the meeting yesterday," you add, lighting tapping your feet against the kitchen cabinets.

"Of course he was," Seungmin shakes his head, though the rest of his sentence is cut off by a yell from the hallway.

"Seungmin! Can I use your key card?" Felix all but screams, causing Seungmin to divert his attention from you and Hyunjin and towards the hallway. He tilts his head at you with an exasperated look before turning on his heel.

You focus your attention back to the tall, dark haired guy to your left. "What do you mean, I know nothing about you?" you can't help but ask, pressing the topic. You'd like to think you knew all of your university friends pretty well at this point, bar Lia who you had just met.

"Well, you don't really know much about me at all, do you?" he says, smiling slightly.

"I know you've got rich parents," you say matter-of-factly, which he scoffs at.

"Almost everyone who attends this uni is well off," he points out, and you don't even register the fact that you're in a room full of your friends and you're more than contempt from just having a regular conversation with Hyunjin. It's refreshing, actually, just talking about mundane things.

"I know..." you start, though you begin to fall short when you genuinely try to think of facts you know about Hyunjin and can't seem to.

"This is exactly what I mean!" he laughs, not seeming to mind the fact you know next to nothing about him. Had you really spent so much of your time arguing with him that in all the conversations you'd had, you couldn't pick up on single piece of information?

"Alright, Mr Big Shot, what do you know about me?" you say, an attempt to flip the tables. Hyunjin raises his eyebrows, turning his stance so that he's directly in front of you.

"I know that it took you three whole years to figure out that the expression was 'play it by ear', and not 'play it by year'," he starts, which makes you laugh instantly.

"Hey! A year is a time frame, in the context of the saying, I think it's an easy mistake to make," you defend yourself, throwing your hands up. He nods his head, chuckling.

"Fair enough. Okay, I know that your favourite colour is yellow because, in quotation marks, "It's the colour of all things happy."

You nod slowly, remembering when you said that once over a study session in which everyone had grown bored of studying and you'd all opted to ask each other random questions instead.

"Okay, you're two for two - anything else?" you ask, solely to try and prove he doesn't know all that much about you.

He looks straight into your eyes for a good while, as if analysing you. "I know that you feel this need to make sure everyone's happy, all the time. Like it's your duty to hold our friend group together, even if it drains you," he says, surprising you.

So maybe Hyunjin was a lot more perceptive than you initially thought.

"I'm not that bad," you counter, though it's a weak attempt. It's obvious he can read you much better than you can read him. You finish your drink before he speaks up again, placing the empty glass on the counter beside you.

"I beg to differ," Hyunjin says, though your conversation is cut off as Ryujin saunters up towards you both.

"Do my eyes deceive me?" She says dramatically, leaning against the countertop beside you. "Or are you two actually having a nice conversation?”

You mimic her silently, pushing her away gently with your knee. She laughs at you, shaking her head.

"Alright, alright - I just came over to say that Chan wants to get going soon. Apparently the frats already gone through two of the four kegs," Ryujin rolls her eyes.

"Already?" You mutter in disbelief. To your knowledge, the party had only started not even an hour ago, but they were frat boys after all. You hop off of the countertop, noticing your friends were starting to get their shit together and make their way to the door.

"What kind of frat only has four kegs on a Saturday night party?" Hyunjin comments, following behind you and Ryujin as you walk out the kitchen.

"That's what I'm saying," Changbin adds, walking towards the three of you and handing Ryujin her coat. Cute, you think. He grabs her attention as he does so, leading them to peel off ahead. For whatever reason, Hyunjin sticks to you, waiting with you as you get ready to go to the frat.

Yuna, Lia and Chaeryoung lead your group as you all herd outside, trying to keep to the sides of the road as you walk in the direction of the frat. Thankfully the rain has seemed to clear off, which you think is typical. The three girls ahead are all giggles, clearly excited at a change of scenery from your usual crowd.

"This is a rare scene," Minho comments, coming towards you and Hyunjin as you doddle at the back of the pack, slinging an arm round your shoulders and leaning his body weight on you. "The two of you being civil."

"Yeah, well," you say lazily, leaning into your friend. "Maybe the world's ending."

Minho chuckles at this, which makes Hyunjin roll his eyes. "We're best friends now," Hyunjin mocks, making a face at the man hanging off your shoulder. "You're out, I'm in."

"Is that so?" Minho counters with a smirk, directing his attention towards you. "Come on, who's your favourite, tell us."

Hyunjin steps ahead of you to walk backwards, watching for your reaction. Minho does the same, letting go of your shoulder. You shake your head, pushing them out of your way. You miss the way Minho winces, clinging to your shoulder again.

"Neither of you," you answer them, giving Minho a weird look for returning to your side as you continue walking through the street. "You're both as annoying as each other, really."

"Low blow," Hyunjin points out with a tilted head. "At least I give you company in class."

"At least I didn't spend the last year arguing with her," Minho counters snidely, making you chuckle.

"God, me and Hyun have finally stopped our row and now you two are at it?" You say, shaking your head without realising what you've said. Minho raises an eyebrow, removing himself from clinging to your arm as you all stop walking and group together outside of the frat house.

"He's even got a nickname? This friendship is taking new levels," Minho whines, pouting at you fakely. When you turn to get Hyunjin's reaction he's not looking at you, just smiling inwardly at himself.

"Chan! Bro, how are you?" Some guy shouts, opening the main door to the frat house and giving Chan one of those side bro hug handshakes. Chan gives him an equally frat-bro response, making way so that you can all enter the frat house.

The music is blaring, so much so that you feel the ground physically shake every time the base booms. People are already passed out, bodies sprawled over the sofas who peaked too early. The life of the party seems to be towards the kitchen and outdoor area, so your group starts mingling in that direction. Chan's already been bombarded by his many frat friends, and Yuna's found one of her old flings to reignite.

You're about to find Felix for a drink, as it's become routine for you two to start a night off with shots, when you feel someone grab your arm lightly.

"I've just seen some of my friends," Hyunjin shouts in your ear, trying to let you hear him over the music. "I'll be back in a bit, you okay?"

You almost feel like raising an eyebrow at him, confused as to why he's explaining his whereabouts to you. You don't mind it, though - it kind of reassures you knowing he's looking out for you, especially at a party like this. You'd been to frat parties before and they'd always ended messily.

Smiling, you nod your head at him. "Sure, I'm gonna go find Lix."

Hyunjin gives you a grin before turning his heel, going towards a group of people that had just walked through the door. They welcome him happily as you turn on your heel to go find wherever Felix has wandered off too. It was always like this with your group, unable to locate someone not a second after you'd last seen them.

You spot Jeongin outside, pulling a beer out of the ice bucket. The frat was way bigger than you'd initially thought, the outdoor area stretching out with a whole pool. He spots you instantly as you walk towards him.

"Beer?" He asks you, picking up a second one. You nod, reaching your hand out to take it from him.

"Cheers," you say, thanking him as you pull the cap of the bottle off with your teeth. Jeongin grimaces.

"You know I hate it when you do that," he says, using a nearby bottle opener to open his own. Felix wanders over to you then, passing you and Jeongin a shot glass full of a bright green substance.

“Down the hatch,” he says, making Jeongin cringe as you laugh and down the shot, watching Felix as he downs his and turns his attention back to you. “Got your eye on anyone tonight?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes with a smile. “Frat boys aren’t really my type.”

“Yeah,” Jeongin interrupts, leading the three of you over to an empty seating area. You flop down, making yourself comfortable. “Her types more artistic than frat boys.”

You raise an eyebrow at him from beside you on the outdoor sofa, Felix taking the single chair to your left. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, other than that you’ve definitely got your eye on someone here,” he replies ambiguously. You turn to your left to raise an eyebrow at Jeongin, spying Chaeryoung coming outside and catching your eye.

“Am I missing something?” You ask Felix, you just shrugs lazily with a smile. Chaeryoung takes a bottle from the ice bucket, handing it to you to open as she sits on your lap. Jeongin winces as you pull the cap off.

“Missing what?” Chaeryoung asks, kissing your cheek as a thank you for opening her bottle.

“Just that she’s in love with Hyunjin,” Jeongin says proudly, grinning from ear to ear. You almost spit your drink out, groaning when Chaeryoung laughs manically.

“Ryujin and I have been saying that for months!” She cackles, which you pinch her for. “Hey!”

“No way,” Felix says in disbelief, shaking his head so hard it causes his blonde hair to fly out around him. “You can’t argue with someone as much as those two have for the past year and then magically be in love.”

“Enemies to lovers,” Jeongin replies wisely, giving his friend a wink. “I saw it coming a mile off.”

“Can we maybe circle back to the fact I’m literally not in love with Hyunjin?” You say, huffing exasperatingly. Chan and some of his friends from the frat make their way outside then, cutting your conversation short as they fill up the empty seats around you.

It’s obvious Jeongin’s just doing his upmost to tease you, his usual way of acting towards you, but the way Chaeryoung was so quick to agree sits differently with you. Especially considering the way Hyunjin had been acting toward you recently, tonight in particular. You couldn’t help but wonder if they were seeing something you couldn’t.

You didn’t think much more on the topic, though. Chan and one of his frat friends started putting logs on the outdoor fire pit, which was desperately needed since the September temperature was dropping ridiculously quickly. The fire made for a cosy atmosphere outdoors, seemingly a complete contrast from what was going on indoors. The music could be heard crystal clearly from outside, and you assumed everyone indoors was starting to go deaf.

Despite the rowdiness that could be observed from inside, you spent a good couple of hours enjoying yourself outdoors, cracking open a few more bottles which caused yourself to become pleasantly tipsy. Minho had come out to join you, taking Chaeryoung’s space on the couch beside you as Chaeryoung had wandered off to look for the other girls a few times. She liked to make sure they were all okay (because she is perhaps the kindest person on the planet), and every time came back to report the same thing.

Ryujin was in the kitchen with Changbin, playing beer pong with Yuna, Seungmin, Jisung, and a good few frat boys. Yuna was drunk, but not too drunk, which you were very proud of her for. Chaeryoung had said she was clinging to the arm of a good looking guy, though - which was to be expected. She said she’d found Lia with Hyunjin and his friends, who had taken refuge in the living area and looked high, which was also to be expected from Hyunjin’s arty friends.

Everything seemed to be rather calm and in order for a frat party, which you could attribute to the fact that a lot of the people outwith your group had peaked so early they’d ended up either falling asleep or going home. As you were sitting lazily against Minho’s side, listening to Chan tell you stories about him and his frat friends from high school, you were surprised to think that perhaps you’d all go home tonight in a pretty respectable manner, contrary to every other time you’d left after a night out.

That fantasy slips away pretty quickly, though, when you hear a horrifying crash come from inside. You jump from Minho’s side as Yuna rushes outdoors, grabbing your attention and shouting something about Ryujin and Changbin. Chan’s story was quickly halted as everyone you were sitting with bolts upright and makes their way inside, hanging around the outskirts of the scene unfolding in front of them.

Changbin has some guy in a headlock on the ground and is all but beating the shit out of him, the guy putting up a pretty good defence and getting some punches in himself. Glass was smashed everywhere, the island in the middle of the kitchen wrecked.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her again!” You hear Changbin shout throughout the chaos, Chan jumping straight to his aid and pulling him off of the guy forcefully. You look towards Minho, your eyes wide as he gives you a look back, a hand on your shoulder.

“What the fuck happened?” Jeongin asks Seungmin, who’s watching the chaos with Jisung after having witnessed it’s outbreak.

“God knows,” Seungmin responds, shaking his head. “One minute we were playing beer pong and the next Changbin decked that guy.”

“It was insane,” Jisung adds, unable to take his eyes off of the disaster in front of him. “I tried to step in but Changbin pushed me away.”

It’s then that you notice Ryujin behind them, looking nothing short of petrified. Despite Minho telling you not to, you move past Chan and the frat guys that have stepped in to de-escalate the situation to comfort your friend.

“Are you okay?” Is the first thing you say to her, holding her against you. She nods, staring at Changbin who’s still trying to lash out. The guy he was fighting stands up with the aid of what you assume to be his friends, stumbling towards Changbin and shouting at him, though you can’t really make out what they’re saying. You spot Hyunjin and Lia with a group of people then, clearly having just come from the living room from the noise of the action.

You think the situation is handled when you go to move around the two psychotic boys, until Changbin lunges for the guy again after he mumbles something and you end up getting caught in the crossfire. All you feel is a shooting pain towards your eye and you’re seeing stars, your vision blurring to black momentarily. Ryujin screams from beside you, and temporarily the shouting subsides. When you come to again, your vision clearing slowly, Changbin’s staring at you solemnly.

“Fucking hell,” you hear Minho say, rushing up towards you. You blink a couple times to try and see properly, but everything’s still very blurry.

“Take Ryujin and make sure she’s alright, I’ll get her,” you hear Hyunjin say to Minho, attempting to get a grasp on the situation as he nods towards you. “She might need to go to the hospital.”

The seriousness of the situation dawns on you when Changbin starts profusely apologising to you, practically in tears. There’s always a sense of adrenaline that stops you from feeling the brevity of an injury after it happens, especially when your drunk, but as the adrenaline starts to subside you can feel the searing pain under your eye.

“What’s happened?” You say, unable to hide how scared you are in your tone of voice. Your vision is still awfully unclear, but you can make out the shapes of people moving around you as Hyunjin guides you outside.

“Is she okay?” A voice asks before Hyunjin can respond to you, and you make it out as Seungmin’s.

“She’ll be fine,” is all he says, before turning to talk quickly with someone. The air is freezing cold at this point, and you shiver against the wind. Hyunjin turns back to you, taking your hand in his and leading you to the roadside.

“My friends gonna drive us to the hospital - don’t worry, he hasn’t been drinking,” he says as he guides you into the backseat of a car. You enter it cautiously, still unaware of how badly you’d been injured in your collision with Changbin.

“What actually happened?” You ask again, clinging to Hyunjin’s hand for dear life as your only sense of comfort. The car starts, and thankfully every minute that passes by your vision becomes clearer. You can see Hyunjin distinctly at this point, but your head is throbbing.

“Here,” Hyunjin says, passing you a tissue. “Hold this against your cheek.”

You do as asked, and you shiver when you pull it away to find blood soaking the tissue. You look at Hyunjin expectantly.

“So, when you moved past Changbin with Ryujin, he went to go hit that guy with a broken bottle,” Hyunjin explains, and you grimace. You know Changbin had a bad streak of getting himself into trouble, but he hadn’t fought someone this brutally for years, you’d been told. “And when you went to get past him, you got in the way of his action and -”

“He hit me with a broken bottle?” You finish, your eyes wide. “Is it really bad?”

You pull the tissue away and watch as Hyunjin physically shivers, using his free hand to place the tissue back on your cheek.

“It’s not phenomenal,” he says with his head tilted, which actually makes you chuckle slightly. The pain in your cheek was sore, but it wasn’t horrific now, especially since you could see properly again. “I reckon you’ll need stitches.”

“They might just glue it,” Hyunjin’s friend says from the front seat, a tall guy with shaggy brown hair.

“Thanks for driving me,” you say to him, and he just nods casually. You turn back to Hyunjin. “Thank you for helping me.”

He squeezes your hand, which casually reminds you that you’re currently holding hands with him. If your previous self could see you now, she’d laugh hysterically.

“It’s no trouble. I stopped drinking ages ago so I thought I’d probably be in the best condition to make sure you were okay,” he explains, and you give him a look.

“You stopped drinking to smoke,” you point out, which makes him laugh.

“Same difference. I hope Ryujin’s okay after that, though. Changbin is such an idiot sometimes,” Hyunjin says with a sigh. You nod in response.

“This is why I feel the need to get involved - I just, after what happened last year, I don’t want to see her get hurt again,” you explain, thinking about what Hyunjin had said to you a while back.

“Hey, don’t think twice about what I said about you getting involved in their relationship,” he says seriously, turning to look at you properly. “I was just being snarky for the sake of it, I didn’t mean it. I know you just want to be a good friend.”

You shrug, kind of thankful that he was willing to admit there wasn’t any truth behind his statement. “Maybe I shouldn’t get too involved, though, when this is the outcome,” you say with a smile, pointing to your bloody cheek. Hyunjin chuckles, shaking his head.

“That’s us here,” his friend says, pulling up outside the nearest hospital in your area. You get out of the car, letting Hyunjin’s hand go and watching as he thanks his friend and says something about getting an Uber home. His friend gives you a wave before driving off, and Hyunjin walks up to your side.

The two of you go into the accident and emergency section, which is suprisingly quiet for a Saturday night. Usually it’s heaving with drunk people getting themselves into mischief. It only takes you ten minutes of waiting until your seen to, and Hyunjin gives you a half smile and tells you he will wait for you in the waiting room.

After a gruelling physical inspection, your doctor tells you that the laceration needs disinfected and glued together, since the cut isn’t that deep. She also explains the reason your vision was lost momentarily was due to shock and the fact you’d been drinking, and wasn’t anything to be ridiculously worried about. All in all, it’s not long until your joining Hyunjin and arranging an Uber.

“I did not expect this to be the outcome of my night,” Hyunjin laughs, gently tapping your feet with his as the two of you stand and wait for the Uber he’d just arranged.

“Thought you’d be in bed with some sorority chick by now?” You say, taunting him. He scoffs, shaking his head of dark hair.

“I thought I’d be in bed with some leftover beef wellington from Minho and asleep by 2am,” he says, making you chuckle. You pull your phone out of your back pocket to a swarm of texts, your group chat with the girls blowing up and your individual messages with the guys having messages constantly pinging through. A huge chunk of them are from Changbin, a spam from Felix asking if you were okay, a couple from Jeongin, Jisung and Minho and a good bunch from Seungmin as well. Chan has phoned you a few times, like the dutiful father figure he is, and Ryujin had individually texted you to.

Instead of replying, you switch your phone off fully, placing it back into your pocket. You could deal with the swarms of messages tomorrow, you decide, since your friends are probably already at home asleep by now. Hyunjin confirms this after picking up an incoming call from Felix.

“Hey,” he starts, putting the call on speaker.

“Are you guys okay? How is she? Are you at the hospital?” Felix whisper shouts, which makes you think the other guys in his dorm are asleep.

“Calm down, Sherlock,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes at his doting friend. “We’re fine, I took her to the hospital and she got the cut glued. Doc says she’s alright, but told me to look out for signs of a concussion.”

“She did?” You say quietly, and Hyunjin nods. You feel like you must have zoned out when she was droning on and on about symptoms and jargon and whatever else.

“Oh thank god, we were all so scared when Changbin hit her. I called Chan earlier and he says Changbin’s freaking out, says Ryujin won’t speak to him. And then Chaeryoung was texting me saying their dorm is a disaster too, and Ryujin is going nuts,” Felix explains, relaying all his forms of communication to you and Hyunjin. The two of you share a look.

“So our dorm is the only quiet one right now?” He asks.

“Yeah, everyone’s asleep but me, and I’m shattered, so I won’t be long either. Minho’s still at the girls dorm after taking Ryujin home,” Felix clarifies. “Honestly, if I were you guys I’d just come straight here. Ryujin going ballistic won’t do anything to help, especially if you might have a concussion.”

Hyunjin looks towards you expectantly and you shrug, thinking it might not actually be the worst idea.

“I can sleep on the couch?” You offer, which Hyunjin shakes his head profusely at.

“No fucking way,” he says, as if it’s the worst thing you’ve ever said. “You can take my bed and I’ll share with Felix.”

“Fine by me,” Felix says, yawning. A car pulls in then, and Hyunjin recognises the number plate as the Uber you were waiting for.

“That’s our Uber, we’ll be back in, like, fifteen minutes maybe?” Hyunjin says to Felix over the phone. He says his goodbyes and Hyunjin hangs up, opening the door for you as you climb into the back seat. He gets into the other side, and thankfully your Uber doesn’t say anything other than confirm your destination, giving you the peace you need.

When your almost back at the dorm, Hyunjin breaks the peaceful silence. “Don’t worry about messaging the girls, I’ve already sent Chaeryoung a text to let her know your staying with me.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes as the Uber pulls up outside Hyunjin’s dorm. “Great, now I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

He eyes you with a strange look, thanking the Uber and getting out. “What do you mean?”

You chuckle as you shake your head, following him inside his dorm building after he presses his key card against the reader. “Nothing, don’t worry.”

You attempt to be as quiet as possible when you get inside his dorm, knowing that you’re not the only one who’s had a stressful night. Hyunjin gives you some of his clothes to sleep in which you thank him for, changing into his shorts and tshirt in his bedroom whilst he’s in the kitchen. He returns after knocking with a glass of water and a packet of pain relief tablets.

“Here,” he says, placing the items on his bedside table for you as you get comfortable in his bed. “I’ll just be next door, so if anything starts hurting or whatever, just call or text me, or even come through if I don’t respond.”

You smile, thanking him with a laugh. “Thanks, Hyunjin. You don’t need to worry so much about me. I feel bad enough stealing your bed as it is.”

“You’re not stealing it, I’m giving it to you,” he points on, taking a seat at the edge of his bed to talk to you. You can’t help but think about how kind he’s been to you tonight, and wonder if you’d been looking past his good traits all this time just to align with your theory that he was the devil in disguise. “I’m worried about leaving you alone all night.”

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure him, giving him a smile for good measure. “When did you become so protective over me?”

You watch him roll his eyes with a smile at your teasing, shaking his head. “Who knows. Maybe it was after you stopped being evil to me.”

“And we’re back,” you say quietly, laughing with him. “Go get some sleep.”

“Okay, okay,” he says, standing up off the bed. “Remember to call me if you need me.”

You salute at him as he walks towards his door, stopping at it when you call out his name.

“Thanks for everything tonight,” you say sincerely, which he smiles at.

“No problem,” he responds, lingering a bit longer, until he shakes his phone at you, as if to remind you to talk to him if you start feeling worse. He turns on his heel then, closing the door behind himself, and you kind of hate the fact that you wished you could have asked him to stay with you.

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omggggg i just reread your entire Yuri masterlist after seeing the previous ask! and i thought for a second...the way Yuri acted when yor and loid were about to kiss. how would he react if him and y/n were in a situation like that? i think he'll react like your 😭😭😭 just gulp down some wine and lean in, continuously thinking to himself that it's only to prove that they're a couple heheh

Wordcount: 1,100+ words

This can be read with or without reading my Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! Reader series: An Alliance (part 1).

Beware! This fic DOES contain SPOILERS for the anime + manga and for the Yuri Briar x Fem! Reader series: An Alliance! Even if it's an alternate universe, there's still spoilers!

Setting is BEFORE the reader rejoined WISE (so the reader isn't a double-agent and Yuri and reader's relationship is developing).

The whole time Yuri and I have been at his sister's house, Yuri's been skeptical of Yor's relationship with Loid. I might have not known Yuri for long (I've known him for a day), yet I already know he's a pain in my ass. Yuri's suspicion of Yor and Loid's relationship could lead him down a rabbit-hole to where he accidentally discovers Loid's true identity as a spy, and that's not good! The peace between Ostania and Westalis is in grave jeopardy having Yuri and Loid in the same room, and it seems to be my own secret cover in jeopardy too.

"Yuri, if you want me and Loid to kiss so much, why don't you and (Y/N) prove you're married and kiss!" Yor exclaimed, her face red and embarrassed from her younger brother's inappropriate requests.

"...Huh?" Yuri voiced audibly, shocked at how this whole thing turned on him.

"Idiot..." I muttered to myself, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at this male's stupidity.

"W-what do you mean, Yor?! You want me to kiss her? In front of you?!" Yuri questioned, shocked as his face was red from all his drinking.

"Yes! You know, you never told me about your marriage too! That's very suspicious! If you want me and Loid to kiss, I want to see you and (Y/N) kiss!" Yor explained, a newfound determination on her face.

Yuri looked shocked while I felt sick inside. Kissing the enemy? I know I just became a SSS agent, but isn't this way too soon for a good old case of enemies to lovers?

I turned my attention to Loid, noticing the shocked expression on his own face. Yeah, it would be weird seeing the girl you grew up with and watched become a spy and a woman kiss some dude you've never met in your life. I would be weirded out too if Loid kissed Yor too (since I just met her).

"Yor, this is a little ridiculous. They don't have to kiss." Loid spoke, trying to calmly diffuse the situation as he looked at his wife.

"What? I'm asking Yuri to do the same thing he's asking us!" Yor spoke, then redirected her attention back to Yuri. "You don't want to be a hypocrite, do you, Yuri?"

Yuri looked to be fighting an internal battle. Reject his dear sister's request and become a hypocrite and possibly make her upset, or suck it up and give his fake-wife a peck on the lips. Yuri groaned, taking the bottle of wine.

"DAMN IT ALL!" he shouted, chugging the bottle, before slamming it back down on the table.

"Yuri, careful! You'll break the bottle—" I was cut-off as Yuri grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to turn my body to face him fully. "H-hey! What the—?"

"Yor said she wanted us to prove our marriage, so let's prove our marriage!" he spoke, his face burning red from how much alcohol he drank as he looked at me with a determined fire in his eyes.

Okay. This isn't so bad! I'm a spy—well an ex-spy—but I've kissed guys before during missions! Granted, it's never been on the lips, but maybe Yuri will pull one of those fake-out moves where you tilt your head just right to make it look like you actually kissed? Yeah! This won't be so bad!

Yuri didn't give me any time to prepare as he quickly smashed his lips against mine, shocking me and the other couple as he kissed me. He quickly pulled away, his face more red than a rose as he looked at me, looking almost a bit surprised at his own actions. We both stared at each other, silent before I realized there was still two other people in the room.

"Welp!" I clapped my hands, smiling as I tried to ignore my pounding heart and burning face from the aftermath of the kiss.

This is so embarrassing... My first kiss on the lips with whose real name I just learned today!

"There you have it, Yor! Me and Yuri are lovers!" I spoke, doing my best to keep my smile's corners from twitching.

"Um... yeah... You sure proved it..." Yor spoke, still baffled at the fact Yuri actually did kiss me.

Yuri looked like he was about to faint, whether from the fact he kissed me or from how much alcohol he drank. I decided it would be a good time to save everyone in this room the embarrassment and potential war disaster as I placed my hand on Yuri's knee (ignoring how he tensed up under my touch), as a gave him an indirect signal of "let's leave"

"It was wonderful meeting you, Yor and Loid! I'm sorry to cut off our time short, but Yuri and I have work in the morning and I want to make sure he gets home and ready for bed before he passes out." I excused, standing up from my seat as Yuri followed behind blankly.

"Y-yeah... Good seeing you too! Come visit soon!" Yor spoke, doing her best to have a smile.

I quickly grabbed Yuri and I's coats and suitcases, dragging him out to the car as I resisted the urge to think about our kiss.

"What was going on through your head?" I hissed.

"I don't know! I panicked!" Yuri slurred, his words messy from his alcohol consumption.

"Do you have any thoughts or is it just wine bubbles fizzing up there?" I questioned, annoyed.

"Hey, I said I panicked! I'm sorry!" Yuri pouted, his face still red.

"Give me the keys. You'll be lucky if I decide not to drive us over a bridge." I huffed, watching as he fished in his pocket for a solid minute before handing me his car keys.

I got him in the passenger seat and made sure he was buckled up, before getting in the driver's seat and driving away, listening to Yuri's terrible directions on how to get back home. Even though the kiss was under stupid circumstances, I do admit it was nice. His lips were strangely soft, and tasted tart and sweet (like the wine he drank). I suppose it wasn't all that bad, perhaps we'll have to prove ourselves again as a couple in the future. I might have to start training Yuri on how to fake a kiss, or maybe just reenact this again...

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September 16th, 1996

Dear diary,

Nothing much happened today, but I felt like journalling so I'm just going to anyway.

During fourth period art, I tried to restart the art assignment with the adjustments I wanted to make. I'd practiced over the weekend, so the actual drawing of the hand and tear went very smoothly and I was happy with how it looked - even the fingers and nails - so I could just relax and listen to the music as I tried to work on the wallpaper. I don't remember if the wallpaper had a pattern, but the drawing would be too empty otherwise and I think it adds more depth and drama, and makes it more clear that it's a wall to begin with.

Plus, I found a picture in the basement of Mike and Will in Will's old bedroom, with its old boat and train wallpaper, so I wanted to incorporate that. It tells more of a story in my opinion, makes the drawing feel more juvenile or childish. Innocent. Simple fleur-de-lis or something similar would have been too old-fashioned and cliché. I like the childlike essence - especially because it comes from a childhood dream - and the added difficulty of consistently drawing the trains and ships. I've never drawn something like that before so it's a bit of challenge, but exciting nonetheless.

I was practicing the trains when Will, who'd been stalking through the classroom and talking to students that needed help or advice, stopped by my table.

"Hey!" he said with a bright voice, a sense of pleasant surprise in his tone. But it wasn't the drawing he was looking at, but my arm. "Where did you find that?

Realizing he was talking about my bracelet, I smiled and held it up for him to see better. "Oh, it's Nancy's. I found it in the basement."

He smiled but shook his head, reaching out to trace his fingers over the beads. "It's Mike's actually. We made it sometime in elementary school. I have the one Mike made me in an old shoe box somewhere. Pretty sure it's older than you are."

"Oh," I said, staring dumbly at the bracelet. It felt strange to be wearing it all of a sudden - both because it's Mike's, and it felt different being tied to him than Nancy, who at least tries to be a sister. And because it wouldn't surprise me if Mike cared more about this bracelet than me.

Mike has always been a sentimental person, hard to let go of things, though he doesn't seem to have the same problem when it comes to letting go of people. Will has always ranked higher on his list than me, because he was there first, which means this bracelet probably does too - both for having belonged to his life longer than I have, and because Will made it for him. And by virtue of it being a 'thing' rather than 'people', which makes it low maintenance.

"Sorry." I said, already scrambling to take it off. "I can give it back," I offered, but he chuckled and held up his hand to stop me.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I think it looks great on you." He said and sounded genuine. "Might have to hide it from Mike though as he'll probably fight you for it once he sees it."

At first my stomach dropped at the confirmation of my earlier thought, by someone who knows Mike better than me, but then the thought of hiding it from him, of denying him his bracelet, made me smile. Will's eyes gleamed as if he'd caught my train of thought, as if it was what he'd intended all along - their little secret, an enabled rebellion.

And yet, his expression fell more serious as he lowered his voice, reminding me that we were in a class full of people.

"May I ask, Holz? Why you're upset with him?"

"I'm not." I lied, because being upset means you care, and I won't give Mike the satisfaction. I'm not delusional enough not to notice that on some level I do, but it is the way it is. My only problem now is that he's putting my face in it every single day.

Will nodded though he didn't seem happy with my answer. I knew he wasn't going to let it go just quite yet, so I quickly redirected his attention by pulling out my drawing and asking if he could help me with the lighting.

Instead of reluctantly following my change of subject, as I'd expected him to do, he froze, staring at my drawing. He shook himself out of it in only a second, but I still caught it - a moment of recognition as his eyes slid over the charcoal. Which, now I think about it, was strange because I hadn't even added his wallpaper yet so it couldn't have been that.

He just looked at it for a moment before looking over at me - again that same look his mother had over the previous weekend, which was strangely uncanny. As if I was a child admiring bloodsplatter, unaware of the world, unaware of anything.

Will seemed more concerned than his mother had though, which was definitely an accomplishment, as he asked where I'd seen this. I thought it was a strange question - I've seen him drawing dragons before, surely he hadn't seen those in real life - but I just shrugged and explained the dream thing. He seemed more at ease after, though there was still this unnerved air to him, as if I'd just dodged a bullet.

He distractedly gave me some advice about the lighting - good advice, still, mind you - before leaving me to it and moving on to talk to Jessica Kernel. It was definitely strange, but I didn't have much time to ask anything else, anyway, because the bell rang, releasing us for lunch.

It was still on my mind when I got to our usual table, but Daniel joined us today and sat down next to me so it quickly left my thoughts after that. Jackson and Ben were with him, and for some reason Jackson immediately turned to me with this inquisitive look, sly as he asked about Mike. He sounded like he was trying to be subtle, but it was anything but - it was clear he'd singled me out to ask about this in particular.

He said something about seeing "your brother and Mr. Byers" - which is still weird btw, having people refer to them as such - at the supermarket over the weekend, and then mentioned Nadine seeing them arrive at school in the same car.

I didn't understand what he was getting at so I just shrugged and gave him a confused look for pointing out the obvious, making it clear I could tell he was trying to gossip and didn't approve. "Yeah, they live together. It's not a secret."

"They do?" Dylan asked, frowning as if it was a shame they hadn't found the loves of their lives yet. She's always been a romantic, so the thought of not having found your person at 25 sounds like torture to her. I can't say I disagree.

I explained they'd known each other for 20 years and that they were both single so it just made sense. I didn't mention that I'd had no stake in the conversation that preceded this idea, or that I actually had no idea what their reasoning was other than my own assumptions. Not their business, as it clearly isn't mine either.

When I looked at Jackson again, he'd seemed disappointed with the information he'd gained - it was definitely less intriguing or scandalous or whatever than he'd hoped. Honestly, I don't know why he would have been interested in the first place, what he'd thought to have discovered.

Good, because he is such an asshole sometimes that anything that doesn't go as he wants it to is probably the better option. I'm glad Daniel only hangs out with him because of basketball - I wouldn't have liked what it says about him if they'd actually been friends. Then again, if they were, I doubt I would have liked Daniel to begin with.

Daniel and I talked for the rest of lunch period and I can tell he's warming up to me. He takes more initiative and is more comfortable in conversation. Whenever we talk about something that interests him his eyes just light up and it's like he lets more of his personality show than he otherwise would. I really didn't think I could like him more than I already did, but he keeps surprising me. I never knew liking anyone could be so thrilling. It's like I'm always itching to learn more.

I'm thinking of going to the diner after school tomorrow so I can see him. I know he has to work, but I just like being in his presence, and if I have to do homework I might as well get something out of it.

Speaking of, I should probably get back to it.

Love, Holly

#holly wheeler #mike wheeler #the third wheeler #fanfic #stranger things #byler #will byers

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Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 6: "It's Nice To Have A Friend"

"Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand, it's nice to have a friend..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

“You read her file,” Sam states, seeing the solemn, downright depressed look on Tony’s face when you two return to the compound the next day.

He left you sitting on the couch just outside the conference room while both men watch you from the other side of the glass.

“I did,” Tony confirms, still looking at you with sadness and indignation for you.

“Don’t look at her like that,” Sam hisses under his breath.

“Like what?”

“Like you read her file. You’re gonna upset her.”

“I'm going to upset her? She upset me. Do you know how hard it is to make me sad?”

“Yes, it’s sad,” Sam concedes, turning himself and Tony away from the window before you can make out anymore of their conversation. “Yes, she went through a lot, but she’s happy now. She likes living with me. We have a lot of fun together.”

“She can’t read?” Tony asks, wincing at his many sarcastic remarks he made the day before.

Sam sighs. “She's learning. She's picking it up pretty quickly too.”

“I made at least two sarcastic comments about her not being able to read caution labels yesterday. I feel like a jackass,” he admits.

“You are a jackass,” Sam confirms. “But we knew that before you made those comments.”

“Alright, momentary sadness over. Thanks, Wilson,” he jokes halfheartedly. “Did they really-?

“What?”

“Perform exorcisms- like actually perform them on her? That can’t really be a thing in this day and age, can it?”

Sam’s mouth pulls in, he tries not to think about it. Think about the things that happened to you. He learned your triggers very quickly, but it was not something you ever really talked about outside of therapy. “Yes,” he whispers solemnly. “Amongst other things.”

You sigh loudly, sitting alone while Sam talks to Tony. Though you couldn’t hear them, you had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about. You could tell from the way Tony was looking at you when you first walked in.

Though you're lost in though, you immediately notice Bucky walks into the living area. He's definitely pleasantly surprised to see you sitting there all alone. “Doll? What are you doing here?”

“Sam wanted to introduce me to more people,” you explain as he comes to take a seat next to you. Without even thinking about it, you shift closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. He lets out a sigh as you come to rest your head, so quiet that you don't even really hear the comfort in the exhale.

“Well don’t look so excited about it,” Bucky sarcastically mutters, resting his arm on the back of the couch.

A smile tugs at your lips. “It must be exciting, being here all the time,” you remark, subtly redirecting the conversation.

“Eh, it has its ups and downs. Not a lot of privacy- at least you and Sam only have to share with each other.”

“That’s true,” you nod. “I met Steve, by the way. And apparently he doesn’t like it when people touch his shield.”

“You didn’t,” Bucky laughs. You smile up at him, always feeling particularly proud when you can coax a hearty, loud laugh from Bucky.

“It bent so easily,” you continue. “I told you so.”

“I don’t doubt it. That’s why I told you to leave my arm alone.”

“And I did!” you laugh, already feeling more at ease with as you continue conversing with Bucky.

“So you two were looking pretty cozy,” Steve comments, having seen the two of you laugh and endlessly chatter as he, Tony, and Sam all discussed the logistics of getting you slowly integrated into the team.

Bucky scoffs, throwing another unsuccessful right hook. “Say what you have to say, Steve.”

“Nothing,” Steve insists, the two of them circling the boxing ring in the training room. “How long have you known her?”

“A few months now. We’ve gone on a few missions together. Why?” Bucky grunts, dodging another one of Steve’s punches.

“Nothing, really. Just wanted to know if she's the reason you’ve been in such a good mood the last few months.”

“I haven’t been in a good mood,” Bucky replies, leaving his side open for Steve to sneak a punch in.

It's not just today that Steve's noticed something going on with Bucky, the super soldier seemed happier, more distracted, content to focus on things other than their next mission. And now that Steve had seen Bucky interact with you, it wasn't hard to put the pieces together. Steve continues circling the ring, taunting, “Come to think about it, you’ve been oddly eager for your missions with Sam. Always coming back smiling to yourself, smelling oddly floral, I thought you were seeing someone to be honest.”

Bucky shrugs, getting especially frustrated with Steve’s particular line of questioning. “She doesn’t really get personal space. I don’t have the heart to say anything.”

Steve eyes him with a knowing look on his face, successfully swiping at Bucky's ribs again. “And I’m sure if it bothered you that much, you’d say something.”

“I never said it bothered me, but that’s why I smell like flowers all the time.”

“Interesting," Steve smirks. "How many missions was that with Sam?”

“Does it matter?” Bucky counters, grunting as Steve sneaks jabs his side again.

“No, I could just go look myself. I’d rather hear it from you.”

“A few a week.”

“A few a week for the last few months seems like more than a few missions. Actually, you’ve been gone a lot lately, even on days you don’t have missions,” Steve smugly points out.

“You’re reading too much into it, Steve. I’m just doing my job.”

“Such a hard job,” Steve smirks, sweeping Bucky’s leg, sending the man down onto the mat. “Hanging out with a beautiful woman every single day. Letting her hang all over you. Flirting with each other.”

“You’re insane,” Bucky rasps, taking Steve’s extended hand to stand up. "And we're just friends."

"Sure you are, 'just friends'."

"Friends," Bucky repeats more sternly, stepping out of the ring. "That's all."

“What does Sam think about all of this?” Steve asks as he unwraps his hand and Bucky takes off the glove on his metal hand, the one that kept him from inflicting unfair damage during these little training matches.

Bucky takes a large swig of water, rolling his eyes at Steve. “Don’t know and I don’t care. Sam’s the one that put us together in the first place.”

“Very defensive for a man that doesn’t care.”

“Alright, I’m done with this conversation,” Bucky nods, standing up and walking out of the training room.

"I'm glad someone's finally making you happy!" Steve teasingly calls as Bucky walks further away from him.

"Just friends!" Bucky calls over his shoulder.

"Yeah, okay," Steve sarcastically scoffs to himself.

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