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kireimarkeu · 3 years

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My Little Pea; j.jh

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just a summary of how it’s like to be dating jaehyun. i got so many inspiration from so many videos/people while making these. HAVE FUN

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+Day 1 [he asks you out]

Jaehyun couldn't stop himself from smiling every few seconds. Every time he remembered what happened an hour ago, his face and ears would flush red and his palms would start to sweat.

Just an hour ago, Jaehyun finally asked you to be his girlfriend, after seeing each other for a few months. The feelings were mutual, and you were glad he finally asked you.

You squeezed your boyfriend's hands, looking up at him, amused, "what are you smiling at, cutie?"

He looked down at you, biting his lips to stop himself from smiling. "Can't believe I can finally call you my girlfriend."

You couldn't help but blush at his sweet words. "I feel the same, boyfriend."

Jaehyun suddenly stopped walking and pulled his hand from yours, covering his face with both hands.

"You can't say that!"

+Day 30 [your 1st month]

"Happy one month, baby!" Jaehyun beamed, holding a vanilla cake in front of him.

You grin happily, looking up at him. "You bought a cake for us?"

Jaehyun nodded sheepishly, "had to treat my girl after not being able to see her for so long."

You stood up and ambled up to him, "thank you for this. You're the best boyfriend ever."

You take the cake from him and placed it on the table before wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his neck then another his lips.

"Thank you so much, love," you cooed, pressing your lips on his nose.

Jaehyun smiled at you, dimples obvious, "anything for my favourite girl."

+Day 48 [his first I Love You]

"Jae, hurry up!!" you whined at your boyfriend, crossing your arms with a huff.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Jeez, what's the rush baby?" Jaehyun yelled back, quickly putting on a clean t-shirt before leaving the changing room.

"Gosh, for a guy you take pretty fucking long in there," you raised your eyebrows, grabbing your boyfriend's duffle bag, handing it to him.

Jaehyun grabs your hands in his as the both of you starts walking, "can you tell me why you're rushing me?"

You let out a soft sigh, opening the door for the both of you, "well, it's supposed to be a surprise..."

You looked up at your boyfriend only to see him raise his eyebrows at you, "I reserved a restaurant for the both of us."

Jaehyun's ear immediately turned scarlet. He couldn't believe how cute you were being. His little baby was rushing because she planned a date for the both of you? How adorable.

"You've been super busy with practice, and I know how stressed you get, so I thought I would bring you out," you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand lightly. "Is that okay?" you asked, looking up at him with anticipation evident in your eyes.

Jaehyun burst into a huge smile, "are you kidding me, baby? I love this! Thank you so much, you're an angel!"

Jaehyun immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he hugged you tightly. Jaehyun was tall– extremely tall, so whenever you hug him, you always had to tiptoe to match with his height.

"I love you."

You gasped, pulling away from Jaehyun, "what?"

Your boyfriend cleared his throat, looking around shyly, "I said... I love you."

+Day 64 [he leaves for the tour]

"Are you not asleep?" Jaehyun sighed from beside you, turning to look at you.

It was 2 in the morning, the both of you weren’t cuddling like usual, and your eyes were still wide open, staring at the ceiling with tears brimming your eyes every few minutes.

"I can't," you whispered, hands going up to wipe the stray tears away.

"Don't cry, princess," Jaehyun mumbled, stretching his arm to pull you closer to his side, hiding his face in your neck.

It broke Jaehyun's heart to see the love of his life cry because of him. If he could, he would've already called his manager to cancel the tour just for you. If only he could.

"I just..." your voice shaky, "I'll miss you. So much."

"Impossible."

You chuckle, resting your head on his. You raked your fingers through his soft hair. "Can't I send you to the airport tomorrow?"

Earlier today, you've been bugging Jaehyun to let you send him to the airport for the last time, but the whole time Jaehyun wouldn't let you.

"No can do, baby. There would be too many fans, I don't want my little pea to get hurt."

Now, that was a lie. He didn’t mind the fans, but he knew he would burst into tears if you were to follow him to the airport to send him off. And he didn’t want anyone to see him cry, he had to maintain his big boy demeanour.

You pouted. "Well, okay, but you'll have to wake up early tomorrow so I can spend a little more time with you."

"Anything you want, angel," he told you. "But right now, you need some sleep alright?"

"Mhm, goodnight jae-bunny," you giggled at the nickname.

"Goodnight, my little pea."

+Day 128 [you just missed him so much]

"I think I'm gonna' cry," your voice shaky as you told Jaehyun through the phone.

"Baby..." he sighed.

Tears roll down your cheeks as soon as you heard his voice through the speaker. "It's so hard, Jae..."

"I know baby, I know. We just gotta hang in there for a little while, alright?" Jaehyun's voice was so soft and comforting.

You started to sob, all you wanted was for Jaehyun to hold you in his arms, go on fun dates while wearing matching outfits, but Jaehyun had to leave Korea for 3 months without any break in between and it just broke you.

"Don't cry... you know it breaks my heart..." Jaehyun sounded like he was about to cry, from his quivering voice.

"I can't do this," you immediately told him before ending the call and tossing your phone on the bed before covering your face with your pillow while tears continue to leave your eyes.

It took you a good half an hour to let all the tears and feelings out. You grabbed your phone, turning it on only to see multiple messages from your boyfriend.

Boyfriend: baby

Boyfriend: baby?

Boyfriend: are you okay?

Boyfriend: what do you mean you can't do this?

Boyfriend: don't leave me, angel

Boyfriend: I can't live without you

Boyfriend: you probably need some time y/n

Boyfriend: please text me back, princess

Boyfriend: I love you. so much baby. you don't even know

Your lips turned into a small smile at his texts.

You: hi

You: sorry, it was just hard to hear your voice for so long and i couldn't control my emotiona

You: emotions*

Boyfriend: we can do this baby. I know we can ❤

You: jae

Boyfriend: ?

You: you're an idiot for thinking i would ever leave you

+Day 156 [your first I Love You]

Your palms were sweating, your eyes were locked on the watch you were wearing.

Your boyfriend was finally coming back home today and you could never be any more nervous.

With your lips between your teeth, you tip-toed between all the tall fangirls to see if your boyfriend has arrived.

It all felt like a dream when you saw Jaehyun come out of the door. It was all slow motion, the cameras started clicking and the screams of the fangirls were so loud, you could barely hear your thoughts.

With a small smile on your lips, you walked to the van that the boys were supposed to get in. You quickly get in so the fans wouldn't get suspicious.

In about 30 minutes, the doors unlocked and soon, one by one, the boys entered the door.

You could see Haechan was ready to squeal at the sight of you sitting inside, but he gets pretty loud and he didn't want the fans to find out that there was a girl in the car.

Finally, Jaehyun entered the van. When his eyes landed on you, it immediately lit up, pushing the other boys to take a seat next to you. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your chest like a baby.

The van finally started moving and he pulled away from your chest, "I didn't know you were coming.."

Your scrunched your nose at how cute he was being, "it was a surprise."

Jaehyun grinned at your words, "I have a surprise for you too."

You looked at him with a gasp, "a surprise? what is it?"

He looked at you sneakily before telling you that he would show you the surprise when the both of you are back at the dorm.

***

"Gimme your bag," you told Jaehyun, reaching out to grab the bag from him.

He shook his head, making a cute sound. "No, it's okay."

"You're tired Jae, I can carry some stuff for you," you said, reaching further to grab the duffle bag from him, but only pushed his shoulder bag so you couldn’t reach for it.

"It's heavy," he protested.

"I'm a big girl," you huffed, crossing your arms.

He let out a sigh and shrugged, "if you say so," he passed you his bag.

You quickly grabbed it and hang it around your shoulder and– oh, it was heavy. You looked up at Jaehyun who was stifling a laugh as he stared at you. You quickly changed the position of his heavy bag and placed it around your chest– you didn't want shoulders that aren't level.

"You good there, babe?" Jaehyun asked you, laughing from next to you.

You nodded with a hum, flashing a fake smile to your boyfriend, "Perfect."

Jaehyun could only shake his head as he grabbed his luggage from the trunk.

You quickly went to Taeyong to grab the keys from him so you could unlock the door. Taeyong sent you a soft smile, mumbling a 'thank you'.

Once everyone has settled in their dorm rooms, you followed Jaehyun from behind. You were excited to know this 'surprise'. What could he have planned while he was away for 3 months?

You tugged on the sleeves of his shirt, "Jae... the surprise," you pouted.

"Ah, yes," he quickly ran to his black coloured luggage, unlocking it, he quickly skimmed through a bunch of unfolded clothes to find the thing he was searching for.

Finally, he pulled out a small teddy bear from the mess. He waddled back to you, with a smile on his face, dimples prominent.

You raised your eyebrows.

"I was in Paris, and I saw this and it looked exactly like you," he told you.

You held the small teddy bear in your hands as you scanned its face. You looked up at your boyfriend, who was staring at you with heart eyes.

"How?"

"Well, this was the only unique bear, which means, you're a gem, y/n," he explained, "also, it's so small, like a pea– like you. A-and look at its eyes! It's so shiny, exactly like yours– when you look at me," he giggled, turning the bear to show you.

Jaehyun frowned at the lack of reaction from you, "do you... like it..?"

"Are you crazy, Jae?!" you yelped– and at that moment, Jaehyun thought he had fucked up, "I love it!"

"Really?”

You nodded, "mhm, it does look like me," you laughed, looking back at the bear.

Jaehyun pressed his lips against yours softly before pulling away, resting his forehead on yours, "I'm sorry– you just looked so adorable. My little pea."

Hungry for another kiss, you pulled him down by his collar and pressed your lips against his again.

"I love you," you mumbled against his lips.

+Day 198 [you visit him at work]

Jaehyun suddenly stood up, his arm that was around you left you, making you feel cold.

You pouted, reaching for his hand, stopping him, "where are you going?"

Your boyfriend chuckled at your pout, "I'm just going to the toilet, baby," he squeezed your hand.

"Okay, come back fast."

He hummed, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving you with the rest of the boys.

You pulled out your phone, trying to find something that could entertain you since the boys were busy themselves– all of them were either doing their make-up, making sure their outfits looked good or practising their vocals.

"Hey, hey," Johnny called out, getting the attention of everyone in the room. You pulled your attention from your phone to look at Johnny. "Are you guys hungry?"

A chorus of 'yeah' and 'yes' filled the room.

"Should we play scissors, paper, stone? Loser will buy food for everyone?" Johnny suggested, a smirk plastered on his face as he scanned the reaction of the room.

Everyone shrugged, agreeing with the idea.

You could only chuckle at how cute the boys were. You continued to scroll through Instagram, ignoring their voices.

"Wait–"Taeyong called out, "Jaehyun isn't here, though?"

"Hmmm... how about Y/N? We can use her to replace Jaehyun?" suggested Mark.

Your head shot up at your name, you raised your eyebrows at the boys who were staring at you.

"Will you replace Jaehyun?"

You shrugged with a small smile, "sure."

You threw your phone on the couch and walked up to the boys who were already in a circle.

"Scissors, paper, stone!"

The game repeated multiple times until it was left only you and Johnny.

"Ah, this is getting competitive," you sighed, glaring up at Johnny playfully.

"You'll lose, Y/N," he joked, laughing softly.

"Scissors, paper, stone!"

You held out scissors while Johnny held out rock.

The room was filled with loud waves of laughter from the boys as some pointed at you as if to mock you. You let out a small scream, laughing with the boys.

As if it was perfectly timed, your boyfriend entered the room with a straight face. He raised his eyebrows, all confused as to why everyone was laughing loudly.

"We have a surprise for you," Taeyong told his friend. "You didn't know what we did?"

Jaehyun shook his head, "No,"

"Ah," Taeyong pursed his lips, "Y/N will tell you," he giggled.

Jaehyun turned to look at you with raised eyebrows.

"Your card please," you asked, reaching out both hands, trying to stifle a laugh.

He looked around, still confused until he remembered the boys saying they were really hungry and he finally figured everything out.

He looked at you with betrayal in his eyes, then back at the boys with a fake smile, "have a good meal guys!"

The boys roared another wave of laughter.

He let out a soft sigh, going to his bag to fish out his credit card, giving it to Johnny since he was ordering. He walked back to you and quickly pulled you in his arms.

"I can't believe you would betray me like this," he pouted.

+Day 209 [your first fight]

You angrily stomped in the dorm, slamming the door in Jaehyun's face. Jaehyun then opened the door after you slammed the door loudly, glaring at you, following you to his room.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Jaehyun asks you, shutting the door, turning to look back at you.

"Nothing."

"You can't tell me it's nothing when you're acting like a fucking child, Y/N!" he raised his voice at you.

Recently, Jaehyun had started to get busy again, and apparently, today was the only day he was free after weeks of not seeing each other despite living in the same household.

Both of you had planned to go on a date, to make up for the lost time in the past weeks. It disappointed you when Jaehyun had stood you up, so you went to SM building to find him– just to see what he was up to since he had stood you up.

What shocked you was when you saw Jaehyun sitting with a girl at SMtown Cafe, talking happily and sipping iced tea.

"I don't know Jaehyun, why don't you think?" you snapped, glaring at him.

He let out an annoyed groan, pushing his hair back with his fingers– something he does when he's stressed out.

"Y/N, could you just tell me? Babe, I don't know what I did wrong!" he begged, voice filled with desperation.

"Jae," you breathed, "today was the only day you had a free day, and we both promised to finally go out."

Jaehyun finally remembered about the date that both of you planned weeks prior.

Shit.

Jaehyun closed his eyes, letting out a breath. "Baby..."

You knew what he was going to say and you didn't want to hear it. You felt like the relationship was going south and you didn't know what to do because you don't want to leave him.

"No– Jae, I– I don't wanna hear... your apology– or an excuse, just... just leave, Jaehyun."

"Y/N, I'm sorry, my schedule was just so hectic, and–and, I just forgot about our date–" he looked up at you with pleading eyes, "please forgive me, babe, hm?"

He ambled closer to you, reaching out to hold your hand in his, but you roughly pushed his hand away.

You shook your head in annoyance, "Just leave, Jaehyun!"

Jaehyun pushed his hair back as he glared at you, "why are you being so difficult right now?”

You gasped at his words, "I'm being difficult?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I said what I said, Y/N. You're being fucking dramatic."

"Dramatic?" you repeated. "Jae, I haven't seen you for fucking weeks! And then when I try to find you, you were with some other girl! What the fuck, Jae?"

Jaehyun rolled his eyes at your words, "right, I'm sorry for having a hectic schedule then."

You shook your head, getting tired of the argument, "I'm tired of this, Jaehyun, just leave me alone, alright?"

"Fine."

+Day 210 [he apologizes]

남친 = boyfriend

남친: baby

남친: i'm sorry about yesterday

남친: after leaving your place i couldn't stop thinking about it

님친: i love you

님친: i promise i wont forget about our dates next time

Both of you had playful fights before, but it had never gotten serious like this before. And honestly, it scared you– a lot. You didn't want to lose him, not like this.

You: i'm sorry too

You: for overreacting

It only took Jaehyun a second to reply to you.

남친: no baby, don't apologize

남친: it was my fault.

남친: i'll come over okay?

A smile spread across your lips before typing a reply to Jaehyun.

+Day 365 [your first year together]

"I can't believe you begged your manager just to go to Hawaii," you huffed while pulling your suitcase into the pretty room.

Your eyes scanned the room– it was beautiful. It had the prettiest view of the sea, the room was huge, a bed in the middle and tv right before the bed.

"Yeah," he scoffed, "with you. You wouldn't think I wouldn't spend time with you on our anniversary right?"

You turned to glare at him, "It's sweet of you, babe. But if you keep skipping your schedules, your manager is going to hate me!" you whined, frowning at your boyfriend.

Jaehyun couldn't resist your cuteness and walked up to you, pulling you to his chest. "So? At least I get to spend time with the girl I love the most."

You pulled away from his chest and scrunched your nose at his words, "You're cheesy."

"Oh, you love it."

Well, he wasn't wrong.

You pulled away from your boyfriend and sat on the soft mattress, "well, what do you want to do first?" you asked Jaehyun, turning to look at him.

"Well, I'm pretty hungry?" he said, rubbing his stomach.

"Okay, where do you wanna eat?" You asked him, already looking through your luggage to find an outfit to wear.

"Well..." he started, you looked up at him suspiciously, "I was thinking we could just order some food?"

You let out an annoyed grunt, "but Jae, we're all the way here!"

"I know, I know! But I wanna spend some time alone with my little pea..." he said softly with a sullen look.

You stared at him with a straight face.

"Please...?"

He walked up to you, pressing his lips against yours quickly.

"My little pea? Please?"

This time he sent you puppy dog eyes and kissed your lips once more, and you had to fight back a smile.

"Baby? Come on..."

"Argh, fine!"

+Day 371 [he sings for you]

"Can't sleep?" Jaehyun whispered from beside you.

You turned to look at him, a sad smile plastered on your face.

Turning back to stare at the wall, you opened your mouth, "nope."

"Why not?"

You took a while to reply him, "this past week... has been the most beautiful and awesome time of my life and I'll cherish this moment forever," you explained. "I just can't believe we're going back tomorrow."

A grin spread across Jaehyun's lips. He was so happy when he heard you say that. It took him months to plan this trip for both of you.

Your boyfriend reached for your hand to lace it with his, his thumb rubbing the ring on your finger.

The ring. Yesterday, he gave you a promise ring. He explained that the ring was more than just a mere promise that he would marry you one day. It was also a promise that whatever happens, he'll always be there for you. A ring that held a lot of meaning.

"Want me to sing you to bed, babe?"

"Mhm."

You move closer towards Jaehyun and laid your head on his chest as he wrapped you in his arms.

His beautiful voice started to fill the room, whispering beautifully in your ear.

"I love you, Jung Jaehyun."

"And I love you, my little pea."

+Day 382 [abs????!!!!!]

You couldn't believe this. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Jung Jaehyun– your boyfriend– was too shy to show his body to you, but he could show his motherfucking abs to the camera?

"JUNG JAEHYUN!" you screamed out angrily.

After hearing your scream, Jaehyun immediately ran to your room, only to see you seated down on your shared bed with your phone in your hands.

"Yes, baby?" he asked, going up to you.

You looked up at him with a scowl, "don't 'hey baby' me!"

He stared at you with puppy eyes, "what did I do?"

With a scoff, you lifted your phone to show Jaehyun a picture of him lifting his shirt and caressing his abs after. His ears turned beet red as he looked back to your dark eyes.

You placed your phone next to you and folded your arms with a frown. "You don't even let me see your abs yet you can show your fans your body?"

Jaehyun let out a forced laughter, "do you... wanna touch it?"

A grin spread across your lips as you nodded at your boyfriend’s words. Honestly, you were just joking, you didn’t want to make your boyfriend uncomfortable with his body.

What shocked you was when Jaehyun didn’t hesitate to lift up the t-shirt he was wearing. Your eyes were about to leave your eyes as you reached out to stop him, he looked up at you with confusion.

“Baby, I was just joking,” you told him, “I would never make you do something you don’t feel comfortable with.”

But he shook his head, “I’m really okay with it. You’re my girlfriend.”

You squint your eyes at him, he laughed, “really.”

A smirk appeared on your face as you pulled your hands from Jaehyun.

“Go on.”

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generallybarzy · 3 years

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i loved you first.

an: I wrote this mostly a couple nights ago when I was listening to my "ouch" playlist and sobbing so hard I got a 48-hour migraine over the fact that I'll never see my crush again and I can't do anything about it because a) I'm moving in less than a month and leaving everything I know behind and b) he has a girlfriend. But that emotion eventually evolved into "i'm never gonna see some of my best friends again after we move away from each other next month" and that just turned me into this big pit of anxiety where I felt like time was just moving too fast but not at all and I'll miss everything if I don't go do something. So. I was fucking sad and this was the result. completely unedited angst. probably sucks ass, but that's how I'm feeling right now. Anyway, I don't know if you've noticed, but I haven't really been around for a few days. I deleted all my asks so if you had something sent, its gone, and i'm just popping in to post this. idk when I'll be back this time, but i'm trying to take care of my irl relationships and moving and college and all that and it hurts a lot more than i can explain and everythings putting my anxiety through the roof lately. anyway........

song inspo: i loved you first- joan

word count: 2.3k

"You keep running away when I need you most

Running away when I get too close

My heart is full but yours is running out

I think I'm afraid of what comes next

Yeah, I'm afraid you've lost your head

Baby, you know that I loved you first

But now, you're in love with somebody else."

Mat was losing you.

You were his best friend. You'd grown together, laughed together, made stupid decisions together in the wake of your last breakup, he always came to to with his troubles, and, as much as he hated hearing the way your ex treated you, he kept his mouth shut and kept being the shoulder you needed to cry on again and again.

And Mat had been in love with you for as long as he could remember.

Ever since the night of your breakup, he'd been waiting for the right moment to tell you how he felt. You were fresh out of a breakup, and he knew that was the worst time to say anything, so he kept quiet. He helped you get yourself out there and smile once again. He brought that beautiful, gleaming smile back to your face. And it warmed his heart to know he had helped bring some of the sunshine back to your life. He waited and waited, comforting you after all your bad first dates and keeping his cool when you came over for movie night. He tried to ignore the way his heart pounded when you circled your arms around his waist and mumbled "At least I'll always have you, Maty." He tried his hardest to calm his heart and keep his eyes on the movie while you cuddled up with him, wearing his clothes, but the light of his TV betrayed him and lit up the way you were smiling against his chest, deep in sleep, safe and comfortable in his hoodie. He didn't tell you how he felt, all those years. He couldn't lose what he had of you in trying to get more. He would be happy with just this for now.

You rested against his chest, unaware of the way Mat was staring at you as if you'd put the stars in the sky all for him. He was so ready to give you his all, to tell you everything he wanted to say, to finally get to call you his, and hear you call him yours. He leaned down to ghost his lips across your cheek, letting the words fall before he even realized his mouth was moving.

"I love you so much, more than you'll ever know."

Maybe he said the words then because he knew you wouldn't hear, maybe he was afraid of actually telling you, afraid of the chance that he would scare you away with how full his heart was. But he didn't mind. He said it, and as long as he knew he loved you, he'd be content with staying like this for a while while you picked yourself back up and regained your confidence. Once you weren't still reeling from your breakup, he'd let it out. He'd tell you for real.

But then, one of your first dates went well.

He'd gotten his usual post-date text from you, the one he always made you promise to send just so he knew you were safe. He expected another letdown, a list of all the things wrong with your date, or ways they were just like your ex. Instead, you were gushing. Mat couldn't stand the hope in your messages, the way you were so excited, rambling on and on about this guy. He wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to be glad you were finding someone you liked, but he couldn't help feeling the pain from the sting that someone was actually taking you away from him again.

Soon, your movie nights together as friends were overtaken by date nights, and Mat was left alone in his apartment, sitting on the couch you used to cuddle him on, wearing the hoodie you loved to steal, and watching the TV show you introduced him to, half heartedly checking your snap story to see you in the middle of a date with him. He tried to hide his jealousy whenever you spoke of your boyfriend, he tried to appear proud and excited for you, but the hard truth he didn't want to face was that he was losing you. He was losing his best friend, the person he loved the most.

He didn't know when this started. He didn't know how to stop it, but you were pulling away from him. And that scared him. Mat couldn’t stand watching you fall more and more in love with this guy, not when he was right there, willing to give you all the love he had in his heart.

You were the one Mat went to on his worst days. The days when he felt like a waste of space, like he'd never amount to anything more than he was. The days it seemed like the weight of everyone's expectations was about to make him crumble to his knees. The days he needed you most. It only took a quick 'you free tonight? I need you.' text, and you knew exactly the state he was in. 'Of course Mat, I'm always free for you.' But ever since you started dating this guy, his texts went unanswered, unseen, and he was left alone on his hardest nights, with harsh reminders that the girl he loved was falling in love with somebody else right in front of his eyes, while he could do nothing but watch.

This guy had no right to come between you two. After all, Mat had loved you first.

He had comforted you for years over your shitty boyfriends, and this newest guy was no exception. Mat would still find himself, on rare nights, holding you in his arms while you sobbed about how your boyfriend made you cry again, whispering to Mat that 'at least I know you would never do this to me'. But the next day you were gone, running away from him as if you'd never snuggled up in his arms for comfort, as if the late-night conversations meant nothing to you.

'You're right, I would never do this to you." He thought to himself, watching you toy with the sleeve of his sweater and snuggle into his chest to dry your eyes with your best friend's warmth. "So why do you keep going back to the man who hurt you, when I'm right here?'

Mat had so much he wanted to say, and though he didn't want you to run away again, he could only hold his tongue for so long.

"I'm so glad you invited me out for lunch, Mat. He's been such an ass lately, so I'm glad to get away. It's been a while since we talked, yeah?"

Mat couldn't bring himself to answer. God, his heart was throbbing in his chest. He loved you so much, but you were falling in love with an asshole who didn't treat you right. You looked so beautiful sitting across the table from him. The sun was gleaming off your hair, but the beauty was made sour by the necklace that sat around your neck, the necklace your boyfriend had given you on your 3 month anniversary. Mat swallowed back his nerves. "(Y/N), I need to be honest with you."

Any trace of happiness on your face was gone, replaced with dread. Part of Mat felt like shit for making you feel like that, but another, more sinister part, felt a little glimmer of revenge. You'd been running away from him for months, abandoning your best friend for some shitty boyfriend who you still cried over to him, and maybe now you were feeling a slimmer of what dread he had felt when he thought of your crumbling friendship, and the love he had for you that he couldn't do anything with. "What's wrong, Mat? It seems really serious."

"It is." Mat took a deep breath. He couldn't meet your eyes. He didn't know when he started to feel uncomfortable around you. You had always been the person he could admit anything to. Now, you were pulling away from him. "We've been friends for so long, but recently, I feel like I'm… losing you."

"Mat, you're not losing me."

"Yeah, I am. I'm losing you to your new boyfriend.”

Finally, Mat met your eyes, and was astonished by the fear there. How could you spend the last few months drawing further and further away, and then be shocked when he confronted you? Hadn't you realized how little time you spent together? Hadn't you noticed how the only time you spent with him was when he was comforting you from something your boyfriend did to upset you? Hadn't your words- 'at least I know you'd never do this to me'- meant nothing?

"Look, I know you're happy with him, and I'm happy for you… no matter how much you complain about how he's an ass... but… we- you don't come over anymore.”

“I’m- I’m sorry, Mat, I’m more busy than I was when I was single-”

“No, it's not just that. You stopped answering my texts. You know… the ones… when I'm vulnerable. When I need you. I get that you’re gonna be busy, but I opened up to you about shit I would never tell to another person, and I can’t even get a response. You're running away when I need you most…"

He let the silence fall between you again. After a few moments, you spoke up, "Mat…" but your voice fell flat when you couldn't think of the right words to fill the air.

"You still come over, but only when you need someone to dry your tears when your boyfriend did something stupid. You come to me. You only come to me when you need my comfort, but you can’t give me the comfort when I need it, and I’m fucking tired of it.” His words weren’t bitter towards you at all. That’s not what he felt. He wasn’t angry at you, he was angry that either of you had let your boyfriend come between you, he was angry at himself for letting you go, for being too fucking insecure to tell you anything. “You- you keep telling me you wish you could find someone like me. But can't you tell how perfect I am for you?"

"Mat, stop." You were picking with your fingers, a habit he knew all too well.

“I know you remember that night.”

“Mat…”

“It was when you were still trying to date, and always came over after your bad first dates. We cuddled, we…. We got way closer than friends should. I thought- I guess I just thought there was something there. I thought we’d end up as more…”

“I-” Your throat was tight. You hadn’t even realized how much Mat’s words were affecting you. “You can't just… drop all this on me right now, it's not fair."

"What do you really see in him?"

"What?"

"What do you see in him? Does he really love you like you know I do?" You sat quietly, your mouth agape, eyes dropping to the table. Mat’s voice dropped quieter. “You know I love you. I know you know. Friends don’t just cuddle and… and fucking open up about every single little insecurity and promise each other they’ll never leave, and say ‘at least I know you’d never do this to me. I loved you. So fucking much. And it’s so hard to watch you fall in love with someone else, when my heart is so fucking full of love for you.” Mat scoffed in spite of himself. He knew he was fucking it all up, your friendship, any chance of a relationship with you, and it was making his words taste even more bitter. "You know what's not fair? How I have to sit here, watching you fall in love with someone who doesn't love you nearly as much as I do."

“Please stop, Mat.” You quieted him, your hands shaking, in fear of what would come of your surely-shattered friendship. “I- I didn’t know. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Bullshit.” Mat was well aware of the tears beading in his eyes, but he tried his hardest to ignore the burn of them rolling thickly down his cheeks. “I- I was always there to hold you… to comfort you when your dates didn’t go well or when your boyfriend fucked up. Can’t you see?”

The silence that fell between the two of you was deafening. Neither of you could make eye contact, and instead focused on staring at the table, not caring about the people inevitably walking around you and wondering what was happening.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Mat.”

“Yeah.”

“I didn't… I’m with my boyfriend. I can’t just…” You shook your head. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Nothing.” Mat sat back in his chair. He’d said what he invited you here to say, and that was all he had planned. He didn’t think of anything else past this point. “I just… I had to tell you. I’m not gonna tell you what to do, I’m not gonna say you have to choose me or him, and I’m sure this fucked up our friendship like crazy. I just- I can’t keep watching this, okay? That’s all I had to say. I know you love him, and I… fuck, I still love you. I just hope you don’t forget about me, alright?”

“Mat, you’re my best friend.”

Mat stood up, sliding down some money for the drink he had bought earlier. God, he felt like shit, watching the girl he loved move on, knowing there was no way they could keep going on like this, no way she would want to keep seeing him knowing how he felt. But he couldn’t hide it any longer, and now, it was ruined.

“I gotta go.”

#this is probably shit and doesn't make any sense #i just had.......... emotions #welp

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years

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『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 5 』

· Sept. 29th → Habit is Second Nature ·

Characters: female!reader, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi (+ bonus characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Testurou)

Prompts: A. best character development + B. patterns and habits

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, headcanons, patterns and habits, best character development

A/N: I haven't done any character x reader stuff for this challenge yet because I tend to do NSFW stuff. But I thought I'd do some fluffy stuff about the characters with the best development and their habits as your boyfriend! (Plus a couple of bonus boys, because I couldn't help myself!! 🥰)

All my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have NSFW stuff on my blog too. Feel free to take a gander. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

Haikyuu × reader / patterns and habits

☆ Kageyama Tobio ☆

Gets up at 5:30am to go for a run every morning but forgets to send you a 'good morning' text don't be upset, it just doesn't really occur to him

Gets all giddy when he receives one from you, though literally cannot stop smiling. Doesn't know what to do with himself

Often forgets his pencil case and comes by your class to borrow stuff

When he buys milk from the vending machine, he will start buying some for you as well without you asking he's trying to show he cares

Milk makes him happy, so it should make you happy too, right? 😭

Frowns and blushes when you start hugging and nuzzling him in public he'll start stammering, too, if you took him by surprise

But then he pouts when you stop 🤭

Is embarrassed about asking you to touch him my poor touch-starved baby 😭

Blushes and looks at the floor whenever he talks about something romantic or intimate

Leans his forehead against yours when he wants to express how he feels but doesn't know how I might be crying...

He loves hearing the sound of your voice, so he often falls asleep while in the middle of a late-night phone call with you you can hear the soft sound of his breathing through the receiver 😭😭

Writes down important dates you tell him because he just knows he's going to forget them

Discretely interlaces his fingers with yours when he feels vulnerable prOTECT HIM

Lots and lots of hugs from behind because eye contact can be a bit much for him, and he's sometimes nervous about you seeing his face

Can get angry and shout at you without warning when he's stressed or upset, and he feels terrible after

Writes out his apologies on reams and reams of paper and rehearses them a million times in front of the mirror but somehow still forgets most of it?

Smiles like a literal angel when he does something to make you happy that's all he wants, y'all 😭

Will try his best at everything, whether it's trying new things with you or doing the same old stuff he's always done

Nuzzles the back of your neck when you're spooning, and kisses his way across your shoulders and down your back as a way of saying, 'I love you and you're mine'

☆ Hinata Shouyou ☆

Says the cheesiest, most romantic things to you with a straight face, but blushes and hides his face when you return the favour

Bounces around the room when he's excited

Always asks you how your day was and is genuinely interested

Rests his head on your shoulder when you're sitting together

Shouts really loudly at random moments because of surprise/frustration/excitement/any sudden emotion, really 😅 gives you mini heart attacks

Always sneezes really fucking loudly??

Sends you adorable cat videos when he knows you've had a bad day

Subtly presses his leg against yours whenever you're sat together, especially when you're both supposed to be studying 👀

Wipes your cheeks and kisses the end of your nose whenever you've been crying

Sings in the shower because he thinks you can't hear him

Will give his gym towel to you with a smile whenever you get soaked in the rain rather than dry himself off

Treasures every little gift you get him

Is fine becoming a human hot water bottle by little-spooning every month when your period comes around he runs at a really high temperature, and actually really enjoys it. So cute 😍

Runs down the halls to your class every break to bring you your favourite drink from the vending machine

Loves sharing cakes with you and feeding each other it sounds cringy, but he makes it so cute and natural

Always pulls goofy faces when he Snapchats you

Leaves you cute voicemails when he wanted to talk to you but you're busy

Shows up unannounced at your house when he's troubled because he just really needs to see you

If he just sees your face, then he knows that it's somehow going to be alright

Y'all, I can't 😭😭🤧

☆ Tsukishima Kei ☆

Teases the crap out of you on a regular basis just to see you all pouty and frustrated

Pretends not to remember your birthday/anniversary/etc. every year so he can drop by your house later that day and surprise you with a gift

Pulls your cheeks when he thinks you're being too cute

Kisses the ends of your fingers when he wants to show affection but doesn't know how

Flicks your forehead whenever he thinks you're being stupid or irritating 🙄

Lowkey blushes every time he sees you cheering for him in the stands I SEE THAT LITTLE SMILE, TSUKKI

Makes you sit on his lap all the time for no good reason other than to tease you bruh

Often ends up taking the teasing too far and winds up feeling rotten because you're now genuinely upset

Sucks at applogies, but will always try to set it right if he's at fault, even if it's awkward

Gives the biggest, warmest hugs when he wants to which isn't much, but hey. Take what you can get

Always sends you a text to make sure you've got home safe, but it's never in those words. It's always under the guise of something else Tsukki, pLEaSE

Grumbles to himself out of jealousy whenever you show attention to other guys, especially his brother

Deliberately gives you his sweaters and hoodies to wear after a shower because he thinks it's super cute, but acts like it's nothing you ain't slick, Tsukki 🤣

☆ Yamaguchi Tadashi ☆

Reaches for your hand first whenever you're together

Nose and forehead kisses when he sees you in the morning

Hand-picks a bunch of flowers for you every Monday because he knows you hate Mondays 🥺🤧

Waits for you at the gate after school every day

Always stands up for you, no matter what he may be soft, but he's not a WUSS 😠

Asks to borrow your other earphone whenever you're listening to something

Wants to spoon with you whenever he's feeling down and you'll never refuse

Always arrives 15 minutes early for every date despite changing his outfit several times out of nervousness

Blushes in pride whenever he lends you his jacket because you're cold adorbs

Sends you little pick-me-up messages when you're busy so you can read them when you're free

Helps you tie up your hair for gym class, and is surprisingly good at making pretty hairstyles

Traces his fingers over your palms and other body parts whenever you're curled up together

Has your name saved on every social media and contact list as something cute like 'My Sunshine 💛' or 'My Honeybee 🐝'

Twiddles his hair around his finger a lot, especially when he's daydreaming about you let's hope he doesn't start balding 😭

Will rush to your class with an umbrella on rainy days in case you forgot one

Loves sitting on the swings with you whenever you pass them on the way home, and making you giggle by pushing you higher and higher

(Bonus boys)

☆ Bokuto Koutarou ☆

Sends a stream of soppy hype-texts every morning for you to wake up to

Will stop by your house and pick you up for school, even if you live literal miles away from him he just wants to see you

Grabs you by the waist and picks you up at least once a day, often in front of a crowd of people he's a fan of PDA

Peppers you with kisses when he sees you for the first time each day

Hypes you up to no end. Literally cannot sing your praises enough

Is constantly looking for compliments, and is not-so subtle about it

Gets easily depressed when you don't notice he did something differently etc.

Will kiss you in front of everyone when he wins a game and you come down to congratulate him literally doesn't care. He's too proud of you

Is constantly asking for massages, whether or not he needs them, because he enjoys the contact

Sometimes you want to staple his mouth shut because he has a habit of getting too excited and talking with his mouth full 🙃

Doesn't stop texting you and sending you Snapchats

Is kind of oblivious if he's done something that upset you, and starts freaking out when someone Akaashi finally tells him

Doesn't plan or rehearse his apologies, because he literally just says exactly what he means 100% of the time

May start choking up and crying if what he did was bad enough, because he just feels so, so guilty

Constantly reminds you when you said you would make him a lunchbox because he loves it so much and wants to boast to his friends

Likes you sitting on his lap while you do stuff together I mean...👀

Calls you 'puppy' and 'kitten' etc. unabashedly in public boi, pLEASE

Insists on giving you piggyback rides whenever your feet hurt 🐷

Saves every single selfie you send him. He treasures every single one, and tears sometimes come to his eyes when he scrolls through them he's so whipped for you, my gal

☆ Kuroo Testurou ☆

Stays up all night texting you he might be getting bags

But it's fine. It just adds to the emo look

Takes your bag and carries it for you without you asking him to

Facetimes you randomly

When you ask what it's about, he says he just missed you/wanted to see your face smooth mf

His hand always finds its way around your waist whenever you're walking together

He scrolls through your old conversations when he misses you

Will ruffle your hair to tease you just so he can spend the next 20 minutes brushing it for you

Steals food from your lunch every day he's lucky he's pretty

Stands outside your house with a boombox blasting love ballads like a giant nerd when he wants to surprise you just imagine it for a second. Let the image sink in

Ends up stroking your hair when you're cuddling together

And subconsciously cradles your stomach a lot because he really wants to start a family with you Testu!!! 🥺😭🤧

Always sends you 'Send This To Your Crush Without Context' videos, despite the fact that you guys have literally been dating for years no caption or anything, either. Just the video

Will probably continue to do it even once you're married, tbh

Always, always, always walks you home

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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EARLY BIRD

Angel Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: could you write an imagine with angel Reyes in which you think he’s gonna break up with you because he’s been distant with you.

Word Count: 1.9k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 ✨

Author comments: I'm sorry it took me so long! I just needed some time away from my phone, 'cause I was feeling somewhat sick, but I'm back! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish @rebel-without-cause-x ✨ (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

Another morning, waking up in an empty bed and the next side to yours totally cold. You snort turning your body above it, pulling your hair away from your forehead with a hand. There's any noise outside of the bedroom, the one you were supposed to share with Angel because, probably, he left the house stealthily some hours ago. You don't know what's going on. You don't know what's happening between you. And at any time you have tried to talk with him about it, he only says that everything is okay and you're just a little paranoid. You want to believe him. You really try with all your efforts, but there's a bunch of insecurities getting stuck inside your chest oppressing it, that doesn't let air through.

✉: “hey, early bird”

You haven't thought about it, grabbing your phone to know if he is still alive, leaving it on the pillow where your head is resting. Some minutes laters, when you're almost falling asleep again, the advice dings turning on the screen.

✉: “eh”

That's all. And he keeps saying that nothing has changed. For sure.

✉: “you free 2nig?”

✉: “i think so”

“y?”

✉: “we could have a night in”

“dinner and movie”

“hang out for beers”

✉: “am into first”

✉: “k! 7? 8?”

✉: “8 good”

✉: “k! ily”.

✉: “back”

You know he's not going to come, but at least you try it.

When the night is about to fall down plunging Santo Padre into the darkness of the desert, you begin to set up ready in case a miracle happens. Putting the steaks you bought at pops, in the pan with some oil and salt over low heat, you leave the kitchen to change your clothes. Wearing nothing but his favorite shirt, you spread on your neck and collarbone that fruity and fresh perfume he loves the most. And picking up your hair in a ponytail, you walk barefoot back to the kitchen. It's flooded by the delicious smell of the meat cooking slowly, turning them to the other side when it's getting golden. Leaving the food in the background, you go next to the freezer checking that the cold beers are ready to be drinked. You have popcorn, candies and chocolate for later. Everything is on point, even if you don't have much faith that he's going to come.

You weren't wrong.

At half past nine you're sitting on the couch, eating the cold steak you cooked and drinking the third beer. Angel didn't answer any of your messages, nor your calls. So, after trying to contact him for almost one hour, you decided to have dinner alone.

Another night.

The desire to cry floods you with leaps and bounds, grabbing the last piece from the fork in a bad mood before leaving the dish on the table and drinking your beer till it's empty. You fall asleep on the sofa some minutes after with your eyes filled with tears.

Although the door closes silently, you open your eyes getting up, stretching once you sit up. Angel looks like shit, tired and upset with his hair made a mess. Noticing sideways that the sun is almost shining, you don't say anything when he's about to apologize. Leaving him alone with the word in his mouth. You don't even pick up dinner stuff, going back to bed and throwing away the shirt you're on to wear yours. Covering your head with the blankets, you can hear Angel's heavy steps following to the bathroom to get locked in. The water running down the shower.

A fist hitting the marble.

And finally, a weary snort when the mattress sinks a little next to you.

“I was arrested.”

No words from you. He knows you're awake. Once your eyes are opened, it's impossible for you to fall asleep again.

“I really wanted to spend last night with you, mi amor.”

Nothing.

You don't even move.

“I'm so sorry.”

You try to get up, pulling away the blankets tired of hearing bullshit. Not understanding why he just doesn't tell you it's all over, assuming he doesn't because he hates loneliness and no matter how much he despises you, that you're going to come back once and again like a beaten dog faithful to its master. He never was like that, he just changed from nothing. From being the loveliest man to a ghost in your life. Angel grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving him alone, but you can't look at his face.

You can't fall again.

“Stay, please.”

“I needed you to stay a lot of times, and you weren't even here.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, you already said that.”

With a heavy snort being spitted by your lips, you sit on the edge of the bed rubbing your face with both hands. Getting up and holding your phone in a hand, you guide your feet to the door looking for some coffee in the kitchen, to serve it inside a big mug.

“Emily is back and I am just trying to save EZ's ass. I didn't see I was abandoning you.”

Sounds like an explanation, but you don't really care. This hole between you two isn't going to get closed with some apologies and some kisses. He's going to have to make it up to you.

Hard.

“And when I’m saying I’m sorry, it's because I'm really sorry (Y/N).” He takes three steps closer towards you, with his hands keeping down inside the pockets of his short sweatpants. “I fucking love you. Nothing and nobody could change that. I swear on my mom.”

You have a sip of your coffee, closing your eyes when he names his mother for the first time in that way.

“Listen, I got to be back at the scrapyard in four hours. But this afternoon we're gonna go to a place.”

“Which place?”

“You'll see. And I know you're gonna like it.”

“But?”

There's always a ‘but’.

“But first I have to pick up a buddy, I promise him that he could stay with us”.

“What the fuck, Angel?!”

You're drowning in coughs, leaving the cup to hit your chest with a palm.

“(Y/N), trust me, okay? You will love him.”

“You're a fucking jerk.”

“Mi amor, listen.” He grabs your forearm, stopping you. “Trust me”.

“I can't fucking trust you. Not today. Not after telling me you were fucking arrested, and now telling me you're gonna bring a ‘buddy’ to our fucking house without asking me.”

“You're gonna regret those words this afternoon.”

“Yeah, but for that, you have to be here and you're not gonna come.”

Letting go yourself, you walk away from him. You can't believe this is truly happening, getting worse as the minutes go by.

Driving through the desert, you don't know where the hell you're going, hoping he's not bringing you to Vicki's place because one of the girls needs to hide. Even if he talked to you about a guy. Angel is giving you the directions you have to take, making your blood boil whenever you ask him about it and he just smirks at you with that kind of smile you would like to punch out.

And yes, it's a surprise when you reach Grace's kennel. Frowning at him as you stop your car, you try to keep calm.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Am I a fucking joke to you, Angel?”

“What?”

“I'm not gonna fucking bring a junkie to my house!”

“We're n— We're not he—”. He can't even talk, breaking into laughs stirring on his seat. “Step out of the car, mi amor.”

“No! You know what? We're fucking done! I can't! I can't handle it!”

You're getting so nervous you don't know what you are saying. Collapsing. Exploding. But seems like the oldest Reyes doesn't give a fuck if you are on the verge of an anxiety attack, when he takes off your seat belt before grabbing the keys of your car. Angel doesn't say anything, getting out of it and walking to your side. After opening your door, he holds your hand pushing you into him. And you just let him do what he wants with you.

“You ok?” Grace asks you somewhat confused and worried, looking at your pale face. Pursing your lips, you shrug your shoulders.

Seems like you're in shock, not understanding anything that is going on around you while your boyfriend guides your steps to the backyard of the kennel. You find a big black dog lying on the ground with a plastic cone covering his head from his neck and some bandages on his paws and his tail. Tail that he begins to move full of happiness walking with some difficulties close to Angel.

“See, buddy?! I told ya I was coming back for ya'!” Your boyfriend squats towards the dog to hug him, whilst the animal is crying a little, stirring and trying to lick his face.

“What? What's that?” You point at the dog with a finger.

“I was driving on my way back home, and I saw a fuckig shithead dragging him by the paws with a bike. I was arrested because he ended up unconscious”.

Pursing your lips, you can't help but cry slightly bending over the floor and stretching a hand on air, just wanting that he can smell you to see you don't want to hurt him. The dog brings his snout closer, sniffing your fingers for some seconds taking two steps next to you. His tail starts to move again, imagine that he's also smelling Angel's scent on your clothes.

“Hey, buddy. Nice to meet you”. Using a soft and low tone, the dog shortens the distance licking your face without expecting. That makes you laugh loudly.

“I know you feel alone when I’m riding and he doesn't have a home.” Angel says, waiting for you to finish spinning the matter by yourself. “See? I knew you were gonna regret your words.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You growl, drawing a smile to your new friend with his head rested on your chest, as you caress one of his sides.

“Is he okay?” Your boyfriend asks Grace, getting up as he does, being followed by the dog.

The women nods.

“He's strong. But I'll give you some pills for pain, in case he complains. And you should change the bandages every day. Bring him back next week and I'll check him.”

“Done. How much do I own you, sweetheart?”

“Nothing. Just take him to his new home.”

“Thank you, Grace.” You say before hugging her tightly.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” She said then, nodding at her.

“So, what's his name?” You ask Angel, walking back to the car with the dog practically glued to your legs.

“Caco”. He answers holding your hand, leaving a kiss on the back of it.

“So, I'm assuming the place where we’re going next is a pet shop, to buy him a lot of things.”

“Shit, mi amor, I got fucking horny every time you show me how smart you are.”

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 3 years

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Hiiiii.🙈

Just came here to say that I love your Songs About Toxic People so much.❤️ I've been obsessed about the Bonten Executives ever since I caught up with the manga and it's just so sad how we don't have enough content about them yet.🤧

I love all the Bonten Executives and my favorites are Sanzu and the Haitanis.🥺🤧💕

It's funny because I don't even know how that happened and I didn't notice it right away but the next thing I know I'm simping after the three of them so hard and for days my mind has been filled with nothing but thoughts of them ever since. Oh, the struggle. (😂)

The lack of content about them almost turned me into a fanfic writer right then and there (🤣) because I seriously wanted to read something about an OC who's also the only female executive in Bonten and I almost wrote it down myself, I swear.😆 I have never written something before in my life. Never. That's why I am soooo glad to find Songs About Toxic People. You have no idea how you saved me from the thirst I've been having ever since I got introduced to Bonten!Sanzu and Bonten!Haitanis and how you silenced the raging thoughts in my head about them if only for a little while, may God help me.

Now. About your absolutely beautiful and wonderfully written fic. Let me just say that I love everything about it.✨ The characterization, the little details about OC, their interactions, the dialogue, everything, is chef's kiss in my opinion. English is not my first language and (I'm guessing your's isn't as well? If I'm wrong, please ignore this but if I'm right then) I admire how beautiful your narration is. The words you use and the way you can create an image in your readers' minds using your descriptions is amazing.❤️

Your "show, don't tell" skills in writing is very beautiful, very admirable, and it's also my most favorite part of your story. I love it very much, seriously. That skill is the one thing I lack that made me give up in being able to write something of my own.😌 I realized that when it comes to writing, there are so many factors to remember and consider in order to make it interesting and engaging for your readers. Worldbuilding, character development, pacing, to name a few. But the hardest for me to master is the one thing you're so amazingly good at. And I admire you for that. That's why whenever I come across a writer like you with such excellent "show, don't tell" skills, I always make sure to make my appreciation shown. ❤️

Another thing I love about your story is the OC.😭 God, I love her so much. She is everything I've wanted to see in a fic that involves the Bonten Executives. She's a badass, she's feisty, and she perfectly fits right in with the other characters. I could just cry with how perfect she is in my opinion and you made that happen.😭❤️ I'm very satisfied with her character and I want to thank you again because I just know that if I did followed up on my need to write my own fic despite my inexperience, I just know that I'll end up disappointing myself and possibly even hate the plot idea because I was not able to meet my own expectations so thank you, thank you, thank you.❤️

She is amazing. You are amazing. Your whole fic is super amazing. I am glad and relieved that I don't have to write my own because yours already exists and it's so perfect.🤧

A female Bonten Executive, and the only female one at that.🥺🤧😭 I am so incredibly happy that the idea is finally out there and someone finally wrote it and that someone is also such a good writer. 🙌🏼

Kudos to you and I hope I can do more than just read and then say thanks. I believe you deserve more than that because I've been looking for this exact content you made and I've been looking for days. And now that I found one, even just the one, I'm relieved because it's already perfect on its own.😌

It's possible that it would take a long time for other writers to write something like this: a female OC that involves the Bonten Executives, my favorite flavor.🤧 It makes me sad, but no matter. I don't mind if I have to reread Songs About Toxic People again and again and again like how Sanzu takes drugs I'M SORRY for a long while because it's enough to satisfy my hunger and my thirst for the time being.❤️

Wow. This got super long. My bad. 😅 I did not mean for this to happen. I hope you don't mind this long ass appreciation message. I love leaving this kind of messages to writers like you.😊

Anyways, yeah. I just came here to tell you that. I hope you're having an amazing day and that you're safe wherever you are. Please take care of yourself. I'm looking forward to more of your works and what you can come up with. I am super excited! 😁

Best of luck and God bless.

- ✨

helloooo :”( this one took me a quite a while to answer because i just couldn’t stop gushing whenever i’d open my inbox huhuhu but you have no idea how much this truly means to me and i wish i can write better words at explaining how this made me feel. <3

first of all, your obsession with the bonten executives is COMPLETELY understandable i’m literally on the same boat as you my friend hahaha with sanzu being my main guy <3 they’re just so hot and dangerous but i also think there’s something kinda funny with all those guys being together LMAO (especially sanzu and the haitanis…add in a dead-eyed manjiro omg..)

just like you i am quite sad about the lack of content on them hahahaha it’s the main reason why i started writing about them in the first place, actually! (also because i'm just obsessed with sanzu) but that was more at the beginning when i still mostly relied on ao3, and then i got more active on tumblr and now literally everyday there’s new fics about them and that makes me extremely happy 🥺 i always did think that the bonten executive OC would make for such a nice flavor so i just latched on to the idea, and i also wanted to keep it a little more casual because i’m not the best with dark themes hahaha but it also helps me imagine the bonten execs in friendlier, more human, more everyday settings—a very fun exercise when you can’t stop thinking about them!

i am beyond happy knowing that you’re enjoying my fic to the point of sending me this lengthy message (whose length i don’t mind at all!!!) 😭 painting a picture with words is one of my favorite things ever when it comes to writing and i just…tear up when people enjoy my descriptions and the interactions and the little details huhuhuhu you have no idea. i didn’t even know i was doing a ‘show, don’t tell’ manner of writing until you pointed it out, so i gotta thank you for this cause it made me think more about how i write (in a good way!), so thank you, i super appreciate it.

i also hope you do get to write if ever you wanna! manifest the things you’d like to see in the world—something like that! hahahaha but also yeah, it can be fun and the possibilities are endless and it’s fanfiction so you can always do you <3

again, this really just made my day and i’ve saved it to my notes to read for when i’m feeling meh hahaha. i gotta say in advance tho that my updates might not come as regularly as before cus (1) life and also (2) need ken wakui to reveal more about my favorite bad boy sanzu LOL so we get to know him better.

and here’s to hoping more people write about oc’s that are bonten execs! so you’d get to have your share of this genre of bonten fic! hehehe you deserve it <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH, i hope you’ll have a nice day too 🥺 and take caaaaare. MWAH.

ps. oh yes, you’re right! english is not my first language hahaha.

#I LUV YOUUUU

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cotccotc · 3 years

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𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟖 𝐩𝐦 ☾ 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣

✩ @districtninewriters writers’ room 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 #12: confession + another group

✩ genre/s: angst (with a happy ending), yeonjun x fem!reader, roommate au

✩ warning/s: mentions of an argument, tension

✩ one-shot, ~1k words

✩ a/n: hehehehe ~angst~ who even am i lol i hope this is good. i kinda wrote it in twenty minutes during class uwu

✩ tags: @crscendoforsung, @nafnifnice-archive, @changbinniee, @maiau-ia, @kpopscape, @k-net (send an ask to be added!)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“i love you, you know!” he shouts. you fall silent. it’s a piercing silence. deafening. weakening. he continues, “i always have. and i probably always will.”

yeonjun’s posture regains its usual slouch. with each word, his volume and tone had become less intense, revealing a vulnerability you’ve never encountered from him before. sure, he’s sweet; affectionate when necessary, kind and witty enough to let you know that deep down, he really cares… but this? this is new. the yelling and arguing is new as well. whenever you raise your voices at each other it’s in a playful sense. but the moment his brow unfurrows and a tear prods at the line of his eye, you know everything is to change.

“you…” you’re having trouble putting the pieces together. though he spoke very plainly, with little room for confusion, you still have trouble wrapping your head around what you just heard. the silence allows for your own heartbeat to swell in your ears. you never realized how fast it was beating. “you what?”

“i wh- goddamn it,” he curses under his breath, placing his palms over his eyes. he steps away for a moment, only to return seconds later, closer to you than before. “i love you! i love you, for fuck’s sake.” as a single tear drips onto his cheek, he chuckles. he laughs. it’s a nervous, empty kind of laughter. he’s broken. you broke him. and yet, you’re frozen in your spot. you wanted to break down; you wanted to cry, scream at him for loving you and never saying a word, scream at yourself for doing the exact same thing… you want to kiss him. so, so badly. more than ever before. but you couldn’t find it in you. because he’s broken. and you’re the reason why.

he senses the shock in your face. “and you’re surprised?” he asks, his eyes widening. “you seriously had no idea?”

to be fair, you truly didn’t. you assumed the two of you were just roommates. you thought your silly little crush on him would never amount to anything; that he saw you as a friend and nothing more. in fact, any time you noticed a slight change in demeanor whenever you were around or a small gesture that might imply a shift in perspective, you brushed it off as a figment of your wild imagination. because why would he be interested in you? at least that’s what you asked yourself. he never heard you cry in the next room when he talked about another girl. he never saw you at the store, contemplating whether or not to buy him a card on valentine’s day. he never knew about the restless nights spent craving something more after he sat beside you on the couch, watching the movie he let you subject him to. but maybe it’s because he was busy doing the same things.

like you, he would always come home to find you missing; out with what could have been another guy. like you, he bought you that heart-shaped pendant he knew you wanted, only to pawn it in fear of sending the wrong message. like you, he resented himself for not sitting closer to you on movie nights, and being too scared to hold you close as he stared into your eyes, attentively observing your features as you reacted contently to the film on the screen. it’s the only reason he’d ever let you pick. you’d been living in the same hell, taking the same precautions, and yearning to the same extent every single day. and yet, though you spent each day in the same apartment, there was so much left unsaid.

“i… i don’t know what to say,” you murmur. “no,” you assert. “i didn’t know. how would i know?”

“y/n, it’s obvious,” he replies, calmer. his expression has softened. he looks down at his hands, placing them in his pockets in an attempt to hold himself back from engulfing you in his embrace. in his eyes, he’s failed. “but i know where i stand. i know that-”

“do you?” you interject. you begin to understand his emotions, shocked as to why he could possibly have gone all this time without knowing you return his affections. raising the intensity of your tone once again, you add, “because if you really knew where you stand- hell, if you knew me at all, you’d know…”

come on, y/n. you can do it. four little words. there are four words that separate you from having it all and having nothing. eight letters, plus three for confirmation. come on. you’re so close. inhale, exhale.

“...i love you, too.”

he blinks. he’s stunned. it all makes sense now. what both of you had thought was just awkward tension has turned out to be the one thing that ties your suffering together; a bond that you didn’t even know existed, but one that propels you to make a change. your urge to reach out to him comes to a peak as his hands leave his pockets. in unison, you come together, your arms wrapping around his middle as his envelop your shoulders. you sink into his touch, resting your head on his chest and gripping tightly onto the back of his shirt as tears descend from your eyes. you don’t even try to hide the sound of your outburst like you’d done so many times before. as you let everything out, he does too. he presses you closer to him, caressing your hair with his fingers and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“can we be okay now?” you ask in between heavy breaths.

“of course. you’re okay. we’re okay,” he replies before getting choked up by his own weeping.

you stay like this for a while, his hand rubbing up and down your back, your face plastered against his chest, nuzzling into it ever so slightly. he’s right. you’re okay now. finally, completely, absolutely. so much so that when silence overcomes you once again, it isn’t sharp, tense, or violent; it’s natural. freeing. comforting. it’s all you’ve ever wanted. and it’s yours, just like the four walls surrounding your clasped bodies, to share and to keep.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

#districtninewriters #txtarcadianet #choiyeonjunnet #*fics #txt #tomorrow x together #txt imagines #tomorrow x together imagines #txt angst #tomorrow x together angst #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun angst #choi yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun angst

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koobiluvr · 4 years

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your bond with bts | eighth member

seokjin

this man would spoil you to death

he would give you anything you wanted

im not even kidding

“hey jinnie if you can, can you get me some mcdon-“

“yes”

“i didn’t even fin-“

“of course i’m gonna get it for you, don’t be ridiculous y/n.”

eatjins!!!!

he makes u dinner when you’re feeling sad :]

you two make the worst jokes and the members just stare at you while you both laugh at yourselves

you look up to him so he tries his best not to mess up

when he does, he feels like you’re gonna do the same as him and it scares him

you’re his favorite

yoongi

at first he didn’t like you

but then he saw how passionate you were about making music and being in the group and almost immediately warmed up to you

he helps you with writing songs and you do the same for him

he likes cuddling you—in secret of course

the boys saw it once and were like ‘why doesn’t yoongi do this with me tf????’

in his secret message he told you he loved you

“yoongi sent something to me too!”

“y/n don’t-“

“he said he loved me.”

all the boys are secretly jealous of you guys

during concerts you always go up and back hug him while the armys scream your shipname :]

really pure relationship, you’re each other’s safe place

hoseok

the sunshine line!!!!!

you are always hyping up the other members

some people consider you the serotonin line because you radiate the most happiness

“hi! i’m your hope, you’re my hope, i’m jhope!”

“annyeong! oh wait- hi! im y/n and everyone looks so good tonight! thank you for coming! :D”

you guys do girl group dance covers all the time

what is love is the best one and twice always reacts to it and luvs it :]

but then again, sometimes your smiles aren’t real and you both know

you understand each other more than anyone else

whenever you mess up in a dance he’s way more understanding

“its okay y/n. just be more careful next time!”

namjoon

when you guys are on vacation you go and catch baby crabs :]

you guys have a bonsai tree that you both take care of

you tell him everything

when you get hurt (which happens a lot actually) he’s the first to blame himself

you guys had a collab on the recent album

he teaches you new things all the time since you didn’t really have a childhood

stays up late at night helping you learn english

you guys watch friends for the 1000th time together

yall are so cute omg im jealous

you were featured in the mono album

he’s supposed to be the most strict considering he’s the leader but he never scolds you

he can’t stand the frown on your lips when someone gets upset with you :(

jimin

cuddles all the time!!!!!

he loves being affectionate with you omg save him

whenever you’re down on yourself he’s the first one to dry your tears and tell you how perfect you are

he really treasures you

matching pink hair in persona era :D

whenever you two are together it’s always soft giggles and rosy cheeks

sleepovers in jungkooks room

sometimes you cry during concerts and he hugs you so tight while he helps you finish your part of the song

in your minecraft world you and jimin have a bunny named boris

jungkook tried to kill it once but you beat his ass and stole his diamonds

taehyung

you two are definitely the most attractive part of the group

duality !!!!!!!

you two were really close and even worked on a kdrama together :]

he helped you with your fashion and helped you be confident

he cried during concerts a lot too and you two were each others sense of comfort

you and him cried into each other’s shoulder while jin talked about disbanding at the mama

i can imagine you two getting in arguments just because you act so alike

whenever you two do get in arguments its very obvious

the guys always get worried because when taehyung gets mad he always says mean things

one time he said something about how you didn’t belong in the group

you ignored him for 2 weeks because he refused to apologize

after that he never came around you when he was mad because he was too scared of nearly losing you

you guys do vlives together and play pubg with armys !!

very wholesome

jungkook

no one cares about you like jungkook does

he’s not big on affection so its hard for him to show it

but he talks about you like you’re the most important thing ever

and in his eyes, you are

“y/nnie is like an angel without wings.”

“y/n, i ly awake in my bed at night, full thoughts about you.”

you know how vmin are called soulmates?

yeah well

you and jungkook are called soulmates too

you go to him when you need a little piece of home

it would make sense if you went to someone like taehyung or yoongi because they’re both from daegu just like you, but no, you went to him

he brought it up to the guys one day and they’re like ??? no?? she doesn’t do that with us

“we all have our person in the group that we go to when we need comfort and a sense of home, and i guess that little piece of home is you, kook.” namjoon would say

playing overwatch together :]

selcas together all the time

he really loves you even if he doesn’t say it often

it’s the looks

you two look at each other like an old married couple

hi!! im gonna continue this 8th member stuff because i really like it, so if you have any ideas don’t be shy to send them! thank you ! - leo <3

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interstellarflare · 4 years

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Welcome Home Soldier || Alex

~PART ONE~

(Call of Duty: Modern Warfare)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, gore.

Summary: After destroying Barkov’s chemical factory in Georgia, and in the aftermath of Alex’s death, you return home for some much needed R&R. But after a surprise visit from Price, you are called back to the line of duty with the delivery of some shocking news.

Author’s Note: There might possibly be a part two? I’m unsure as of yet. I know where I want this series to go, and I have multiple parts planned, but I’m not sure if I should write them. Let me know what you guys think, and a tag list is open. If you want to be added just comment. Enjoy!

The afternoon sky in Washington D.C. was a vibrant violet, fading into pastel shades of blue, pink, yellow and orange over the horizon.

“You’re gonna be home for an entire month!” My nephew, Max exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly as we made our way home from the park. I laughed softly, nodding my head as a kind smile graced my lips. “You bet! That means you get to come over whenever you want” I mused happily, chuckling as Max wrapped his small arms around my middle, cheering ecstatically as we turned onto my street.

“We are going to have so much fun...” Max began, taking my much larger hand in his smaller one “we can stay up every single night, and make hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and...Oh! We could go to the museum, and...” my mind began to wander, as Max continued to list all of the various things he wished to do. A week. Had it really been a week, since Alex was killed in Georgia? Laswell, after hearing my plea for some R&R, allowed me to return home. There was no doubt that Alex’s sacrifice weighed heavily on everyone. I could still feel Price’s arms wrapped around my torso, holding me back as Barkov’s factory burned.

The memory caused me to feel sick to my stomach, my heart breaking as I realised I would never see that bastard again. A faint hollow smile formed on my lips as I remembered our first meeting. Alex and I had despised each other.

I had been in Urzikstan a few days prior to Alex’s arrival. Having been with Price upon rescuing Farah and Hadir from a Russian chemical lab, Farah welcomed me with open arms. She explained to me that she considered me as one of her own, a very close friend. Even going as far as to call me her sister in front of her brother, which he wasn’t too pleased about.

Farah, Hadir and I stood around a small table as several of Farah’s troops hauled Alex into the room. Forced to sit down opposite both Farah and myself, an annoyed expression forming on his face. ‘What is your message from Captain Price?’ Farah asked blankly, stepping forward out of the shadows towards him with her arms folded over her chest. For a brief moment, Alex’s eyes met mine. They skimmed over my military uniform, my vest, clearly displaying the American flag front and centre. ‘Commander Karim...’ he spoke somewhat awkwardly, trying to keep a level head ‘call me Alex’. ‘I’m listening Alex’.

His eyes met mine again, before motioning to the other soldiers in the room. ‘This is classified...’ he spoke lowly, whilst Farah motioned for her team to leave the room. I remained, much to his annoyance and confusion, but he didn’t say a word. The two of them began to talk, about the stolen Russian gas, which was now likely in Al-Qatala’s hands. Price had briefed me on most this, so I didn’t bother listening to much of what was said. ‘We would never use these poisons...’ Farah retorted sharply, whilst Alex breathed heavily ‘Then help us track it before-’

‘Before they what? Take it to Europe? Or America?’ she continued, releasing a breathless laugh. Alex remained silent for a moment, listening to Farah as she spoke, but before she could go on, the door behind us opened. I turned to watch as Hadir walked past, standing beside his sister. ‘Commander, it’s time to go...’ he informed, his presence only adding more pressure to the situation. I remained silent as they conversed, introductions and so-forth, while they filled Alex in on our plan to attack the airfield. ‘What do you think, Y/n?’ Karim asked, casually turning her head to meet my shadowed form. All eyes were on me now, including Hadir and Alex. I shrugged, pushing off from the wall and joining them at the table, ‘I think Price chose well...’ I drawled, meeting Alex’s gaze ‘I’ll let him know we received our newest recruit in one piece-’

‘Hang on a second, you know Captain Price?’ Alex spoke bewilderedly, his eyes widening in shock. I nodded as Farah and Hadir laughed to themselves, ‘We’re more like family, actually...’ I spoke quickly ‘but yes. I do’. ‘Then why the hell did he send me here and not just tell you?’ He snapped, his surprised tone suddenly changing to malice. My eyes narrowed as I stood tall, folding my arms over my chest, ‘Because we needed you here...’ I responded lowly, watching cautiously as Alex held his ground ‘we need all the help we can get around here’.

I felt myself smiling in amusement. Alex and I hadn’t really started to get along until we became trapped together in the tunnels below the Wolf’s compound. He had pulled me aside afterward, awkwardly expressing how worried he was when we had become separated.

I was brought out of my memory when Max suddenly tugged on the sleeve of my jacket. “Aunty Y/n, who is that man standing outside your house?” he asked quietly, leaning into my side shyly. With a confused expression, I turned my gaze towards my front door. Sure enough, parked in front of my house was a black sedan, with a very familiar figure leaning against its side. I mumbled a few curses under my breath, sighing heavily as I held Max’s hand tightly. “You couldn’t give me one goddamn week to myself?” I called out sarcastically, approaching the front of my house with an annoyed expression.

Price laughed lowly, folding his arms over his chest as he pushed off the sedan. “I know, and I want you to know that I am sorry for turning up out of the blue...” he began, stopping before me with a solemn expression “but this couldn’t wait. I thought it would be best if I told you in person rather than over the phone”. I nodded my head slowly, biting my lip awkwardly as my mind raced with possible outcomes. If Price was here now, then it had to be serious.

Another tug at my jacket sleeve, and I realised my nephew was still present. I cleared my throat awkwardly, wrapping my arm around Max’s frame with an uneasy smile. “Price, this is my nephew, Max...” I introduced, looking between the two with a small cough “max, this is John Price, a work friend of mine”. Immediately, Max’s expression brightened, his attitude completely changing and becoming more vibrant. His eyes sparkled, though he remained silent. I looked back towards Price, motioning with my head for him to follow. “Come on, we’re having spaghetti with little hit dogs for dinner, Max’s favourite” I teased, unable to help the amused laugh that escaped my lips as Price shook his head, smirking at my mocking tone.

“Spaghetti and little hot dogs!” Max shouted excitedly, “Why didn’t you tell me!?”. “Because it was a surprise!” I responded, turning back to face Price with a small roll of my eyes. As we all stepped inside the house, I couldn’t help but focus on the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

After a late dinner, because Max kept pestering Price to tell him about how we came to work together, my nephew eventually went to bed. Surprisingly, Price was exceptionally good with kids. Then again, he had dealt with more difficult things than a child. As I descended the staircase, I could hear Price chuckling from the kitchen. He remained at the island bench, drinking a bottle of beer as I entered the room. “Your nephew is quite adorable” he laughed, taking a small swig from his drink before him as I stood opposite him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word ‘adorable’ come from you in the long time since I’ve known you” I spoke mockingly, to which Price snorted in amusement. “Fuck off...” he grumbled with a mocking pout, “Max is going to be a great man when he grows up”. I nodded with a low hum, leaning on my elbows with a small sigh. “So...what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked hesitantly, my tired eyes meeting his own as I waited for his response. This time, Price downed what remained of his beer, clearing his throat before releasing a long sigh. “We received intel from some operatives in Georgia, something I’m not sure I even quite believe” he spoke lowly, clasping his hands together on the bench before him. I sighed in mild annoyance, rolling my eyes. “Price...” I spoke sharply “please, just tell me what is going on”.

His silence caused the uneasiness in my stomach to increase. Then again, it had been steadily growing since Price arrived. With a huff, Price’s eyes met my own. “Alex is alive”.

I choked, gasping slightly as my eyes widened in shock. Alex was alive? I felt my heart stop, my chest suddenly filling with a mixture of emotions; bewilderment, happiness, shock, sadness...

“How?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “The factory it...it exploded. He-he died-” “That’s what we all thought...” Price mused quietly, shaking his head slowly “but as far as we know, he’s gone AWOL. He’s been charged with desertion-”

“Desertion!? Why?” I exclaimed, feeling the familiar sting of tears welling within my eyes. Sensing my distress. Price stood from his seat on the opposite side of the bench, making his way over to my form. With a simple gesture, Price wrapped his arms around my frame, pulling me into his side as he held me close. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry, whether to be happy or sad. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear...” Price spoke calmly, comfortingly running his hands up and down my arms “but I need you to come back. We have a situation unfolding in Verdansk . Al-Qatala is under new leadership, and causing a hell of a lot of trouble”. Pulling away from Price’s embrace, I sighed heavily and ran a stressed hand through my hair. I turned my gaze toward the clock on the wall, checking the time with a small sigh.

9:30pm.

“Okay, well...I’ll have to call Max’s dad and, get him home before we leave”. Price nodded his head as I continued “You make yourself at home while I talk to Max, and get everything organised. Wordlessly, Price made his way over to the living room and sat down, while I began to make my way upstairs to prepare for the oncoming onslaught of the massive guilt-trip awaiting in my nephew’s room.

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #alex #alex x reader #alex imagine #call of duty #echo 3-1 #echo 3-1 x reader

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yunhoway · 4 years

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Star-Crossed Lovers

Pairing: San X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 4.2k

Watching the Sun radiating its comforting rays brought peace in your soul. Even though you couldn't see his body due to the Earth situating in between you and the planet, you could feel his warmth. Most of the inhabitants on Earth enjoyed the fact that it was daytime, for they often engage in exciting activities during that time with their fellow companions. They were always out when the Sun was up. One thing for sure, the Sun was everyone's favourite.

Unlike you.

With the night sky accompanying you, you rarely saw the citizens out of their homes even though you illuminated the land just fine. The very few people who were out in such twilight hours were often the lonely and ostracised ones seeking for your company. These people didn't say much; just staring at the starless sky occasionally hoping that the forlorn feeling disappeared. It was depressingㅡyou had to admitㅡbut if your presence soothed their souls, you could at least provide that. It wasn't like the rest of their population appreciated your presence anyway.

It was understandableㅡyou believedㅡfor the people to not value the Moon the same way they did for the Sun. Who would have wanted to go outside when it was dark? Although you did provide some illumination for them (which by the way, wouldn't be possible without the Sun), it was still dark outside to do something productive. Furthermore, it was dangerous to play outside when the people often relied on the natural sources for light.

"What'cha doing?" Disrupting your train of thoughts, the asteroid casually asked as he floated freely next to you.

"Nothing much, Wooyoung. What about you?"

"Barely escaped from Jongho's cold stare," he recalled his encounter with the Uranus. "That guy needs to chill, metaphorically of course. He looks like he was about to kill me or something when I was just joking!"

"And what joke did you exactly say?" You quirked your eyebrow.

"I just said 'Hey, Jongho, don't you think it's funny that the humans call you Uranus? Get it? Your anus?'. Damn, I was really laughing like a maniac earlier but he responded with a glare!" Wooyoung moved closer to you. "Don't you find it funny too?"

You shook your head in mock disappointment, "If Jongho decided to kill you, I'd said you deserved it."

"How could you?!" He gasped dramatically. "Aren't you supposed to be by my side?! You're San's lover, and as his best friend, I should have your support!" You chuckled, "Try telling him your encounter with Jongho, and see if he responses positively."

"Fine! Just you wait!" He firmly said. "And oh, Yeosang, I think you should hang out with Jongho more. Maybe that'll cool you down."

Before the Venus could even retort, the asteroid had already escaped once again. Yeosang huffed.

"I swear to god, he's been getting on my nerves even though I tried ignoring him!" He then faced you. "How can you even handle that annoying prick?!" You shrugged, deciding not to comment since you knew any opinions wouldn't be appreciated at the moment. He'll be fine eventually, you thought. Just then, you spotted two familiar entities approaching your way.

"Hey, Y/N!" Both Yunho and Mingi said in unison. "How's the people tonight?"

"Not many are awake."

Yunho and Mingi looked at each other for a moment, sharing a telepathic message before they nodded at the same time.

"That's fine," Yunho spoke with a cheery tone. "We'll just send one meteor to Earth and see if there are people lucky enough to make their wishes."

Mingi then pushed one into the Earth's atmosphere, letting the meteor free falling as it recorded the humans' wishes along the way.

~~~

When you finally had a glimpse of the Sun a few days later, your lips naturally curved upwards. It had been a while since you last saw him. San didn't noticed you peeking from the Earth, for he was concentrated with listening to his friend. Watching San's expression intently, you could faintly hear Wooyoung sharing his encounter with Jongho. San was nodding throughout, furrowing his eyebrows at one point before his face scrunched up with mirth. As if knowing that you had been watching them, Wooyoung suddenly turned to face you, giving you a smug face.

"Hah! You heard that?!" You heard Wooyoung shout, causing the Mars to stir from his sleep due to the noise. Seonghwa slightly opened one eye, and when he noticed Wooyoung, he shook his head in disdain before facing the other way. San flashed you a loving smile, in which you couldn't help returning too. Wooyoung seemed to realise that your eyes were not exactly at his, and when he turned back to San, his friend displayed a lovesick expression as San gazed at you fondly.

"Ugh, is this what humans call 'lovebirds'?" Wooyoung groaned in disgust. Nevertheless, neither you nor San were bothered by Wooyoung's remark when the two of you were head over heels for each other.

"Whatever, I'm leaving," Wooyoung announced, in which his friend gave him an amiable smile before San's attention was back on you.

"What are you doing?" You remarked telepathically when San sent you a flying kiss.

"Showing my love for you, of course." He winked.

As much as you want to hide the warmth in your cheeks, you know you couldn't when his rays were able to reach you and feel the sudden change in temperature. And of course, he took pride in making you blush with his affectionate displayㅡeven teasing you about it.

"Love, why are you so shy suddenly?" San cheekily inquired.

"I'm not, my dear~" You knew there was no point in denying it, yet you found it hard to admit that you were clearly affected by him.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you heating up right now?"

"Well..." you quickly dug up an excuse. "Your rays were too warm!"

"Oh, should I stop projecting my rays on you then?"

Your eyes widened as you quickly responded, "No!"

With his lips stretching further upwards while his eyes resembled your crescent moons, San was obviously having fun messing around with you. You faked a pout as San continued to laugh at your embarassment.

"My dear, why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I love you so much." The laughter ceased as he gazed earnestly at you. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms again, my love."

His confession had led the two of you to yearn for those small yet precious moments of San embracing you. The solar eclipse was the only event which allowed both of you to do so, hence San always found himself longing even more once the two of you parted yet again. It was probably this reason which caused San to treasure every moment of him enfolding you.

"It won't be long before the eclipse arrives, my dear." You gave him a faint a smile. "Just be patient for a little longer."

~~~

Every time the eclipse approached, you smiled yet cried. Smiled because you could finally return to his comforting warmth, yet cried because you knew very well that people hated to see you two together. They often prayed for the Sun and Moon to stay apart, for they believe seeing you together spelled trouble. Some even hurled rocks towards the sky in an attempt to chase you off. Although you couldn't exactly feel the physical pain from it, it hurt you nonetheless to see them hating you with a passion.

"What's wrong, my love?" San inquired when he noticed you downcasted.

"Nothing, my dear." You faked a smile. "Just feeling a little extra lonely lately."

"Be patient, love." He reassured. "When the eclipse comes, we'll be able to be together once again."

You wished you had his optimism, but a part of you thought that he had been able to be positive when the people always celebrated his presence. A part of you envied that he got to feel the people appreciating him. Your presence only brought the loneliness and sorrow out from the people. They rarely regarded your presence, treating you as if you were just another being floating aimlessly in the sky. Heck, even Wooyoung who sometimes flew past the Earth had been appreciated by them (although it was often that they mistook him for a shooting star).

"You're sad again." San noted, disrupting you from your negative thoughts. You laughed it off, "It's nothing, dear."

He knew you were lying, yet he didn't comment further about it. San knew you believed that he wasn't aware of the reason behind your sadness, when in fact, he noticed every little expression of you whenever you looked at the humans. It didn't help that the villagers were preparing with great efforts in what he assumed going to be the greatest event ever in history. He was afraid that with more people gathering to insult the eclipse, you were bound to get hurt even more.

San's words were soon a reality, for the citizens started denigrating your presence even when you and him barely converged a few days later. And it angered him more that he had to witness you shed your tear when you should be happy meeting him.

"Please don't cry, my love." It broke his heart to see you so despondent.

"I'm sorry..." You hid your crestfallen expression from him. "I'm sorry for inconveniencing everyone."

"Don't ever say that," he sternly warned. "You're never an inconvenience, especially to me."

Once you two were close enough, he didn't hesitate to hug your figure, covering your ears from the incessant insults thrown at you. Nevertheless, you heard them loud and clear, causing you to shed even more tears while hiding in his embrace.

"Shh..." San cooed. "You're special to me, and you will always be my everything."

He continued to whisper sweet nothings, hoping that it would silence the abuse which were penetrating your head. Eventually, you roughly wiped your tears once you pulled away from his embrace.

"You need to let me go now," you said.

"No."

"San, please!" You begged. "Or else they're going to hate me more."

He wasn't done with showering you with his love, yet he admitted that you were right. His hold on you eventually weakened, allowing you the freedom to orbit normally again. And when you completely escaped from his touch, San was already missing you greatly. You gave him a sad smile, knowing all too well of the feeling. At the same time, San was infuriated, especially when the inhabitants on Earth were holding large celebrations once the eclipse was over. His anger took over him, leading him to project his rays with greater might.

"San, don't," you urged. "You're going to harm the people on Earth."

"They deserve it!" He snarled. "They should learn not to treat you like that!" You couldn't return to him, because it would only upset the whole system by doing so. Unable to convince him any further, you slowly orbited as usual, hoping that he would cool down eventually.

It seemed your hope didn't come into fruition, for he had caused the lands to suffer droughts and the heat unbearable for the humans as the Earth continued to orbit. This time, San was determined to teach 'these imbecile beings' a lesson despite your numerous times to discourage him. Even Wooyoung, who always find the Earth annoying, felt that it was too harsh of a punishment. Nevertheless, no one was able to convince San when he was so headstrong in his quest for retribution.

Sadly, the humans perceived this as a curse due to the prolonged eclipse. They began to rebuke the Moon even more, hurling more hurtful phrases at you despite their parched throats. You hid your tears nonetheless, afraid that your lover would inflict a harsher punishment on them. Despite the humans' cruelty, you had a soft spot for the Earth, for you would be nothing if not for the planet. Only the asteroids and the stars were aware of your tears as they floated past.

"Please don't tell San about this," you implored them, although they found it hard to mask their worry for you. Nevertheless, they obliged. The least they could do for you was to respect your wish.

~~~

You barely talked to San ever since that incident. While he was engrossed in punishing the human beings, you were busy trying to conceal your pain. San failed to realise that as the moon of Earth, you were bound to feel the intense heat he was radiating as well. You often played around with the waves at night as a form of distraction from the pricking discomfort. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that you noticed a couple at the beach.

Weird, you thought. Who would come to the beach at this hour?

As you listened to their conversation, you soon realised that they were forbidden loversㅡmeeting at such an ungodly hour only because it was the most appropriate time for them. Your heart ached for them as you learnt how their parents hated each other to the core, restricting the lovers from expressing their affections openly. What surprised you though, was when the couple began to talk about you.

"Don't you think the Moon is lovely tonight?" The man observed. "The Moon is always there to witness our never-ending love, don't you think so?"

You almost teared up upon hearing his words. There was never once a human being spoke to you with such gentleness. Maybe you did end up tearing after all when you listened to the woman's response.

"I've always thought the Moon is beautiful. Do you think people will eventually realise its beauty eventually? I hope they do."

You couldn't resist from breaking down in tears. You wished you could grant their wish to love openly, but that was beyond your capabilities. Luckily for you though, Yunho happened to fly past you.

"Why are you crying, Y/N?" Yunho questioned.

Despite the tears running down, you beamed. You were glad that he came at the right time, even though you suppressed the urge to laugh at his confused expression.

"I know you fulfil wishes for humans who seek for you, but do you think you can fulfil a wish of mine?"

"Not sure, though," he replied nonchalantly. "But I can try."

You took a few deep breaths, calming yourself completely before you could articulate your wish clearly.

"I wish the people on Earth can appreciate the little things in life, love each other openly and rejoice at the fact that they're living."

Yunho had a sense that you were kind, but he never thought you would be so selfless. As such, he agreed to fulfil it immediately, flying around the Earth to spread the love you had for its people. When Yunho was done with his job, he returned to your side.

"Is it just me or is it hot in here? Like literally."

You hesitated to give him an answer. Knowing Yunho, he would confront San about itㅡand you didn't want that. You would rather let San do what he thought was necessary than confronting him and worsen the situation instead. However, Yunho was sharp enough to take note of your quick glance at your lover.

"It's San right, isn't it?" Yunho then noted the way you would squirm every now and then. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"Stop lying," Yunho asserted. "Don't make me tell San about the times you cried on your own."

You sighed, "I'm not sure how much longer I can withstand the heat from his rays, Yunho."

"I'm going to confront himㅡ"

"Yunho, don't!" You quickly stopped him. "Just... don't."

"Why?!" He shouted. "Why Y/N?! Why are you making yourself suffer?!"

You flinched at his outburst, in which Yunho soon grew apologetic for his sudden release of emotion. Eventually, he heaved a deep sigh.

"Fine..." Yunho yielded. "I won't tell San for now."

"Thank you, Yunㅡ"

"But don't expect me to keep mum about it when your health is at stake," he warned, even though his eyes were showing sympathy.

The star took his leave a few seconds later, leaving you alone once again.

~~~

San's wrath seemed to have no limits, for his rays had never once weakened in its strength as the rays continued to penetrate the Earth's atmosphere. Frankly, he could intensify his rays further, but the Earth would then be annihilated and San thought that would be too easy of a punishment for the humans. San wanted to torture them, to let them suffer in his wrath. Almost all of the planets and asteroids and stars avoided San as much as possible, equally afraid that they would also become victims of his rage. Almost all except Mingi.

"Mingi!" Yunho shouted as he chased after his friend. "Do you know what you're about to do?!"

Mingi stopped on his tracks before turning behind, "Then do you expect me to do nothing after what you've told me?! Yunho, Y/N is in danger!"

Yunho was quiet for a moment. Although he knew his friend was doing the right thing, Yunho feared that a friendship was bound to be broken. Mingi didn't wait for his friend to speak, for he was already in a rush to confront San. And that seemed to break Yunho out from his trance as he quickly followed his friend.

"Hey, San!" Mingi screamed when he was near the Sun, ignoring the intense heat which the former was currently experiencing.

"Can't you see I'm busy?!" San growled, not bothering to glance at Mingi.

"Too busy to the point you didn't notice Y/N suffering?!" That seemed to catch San's attention, for his fury dulled for a moment before his eyes searched for you.

Oblivious to the commotion, you were preoccupied with your attempts to cool yourself down. Despite the pain, you didn't weep (even though the tears were precariously brimming in your eyes). You forced yourself not to cry because crying wouldn't solve the heat, and you didn't want to invite any more attention from your friends who witnessed your tears.

But San had seen it all. He had seen how hard you tried to keep the pain to yourself, how hard you tried to be less of a burden. Regret washed over him unceremoniously, for he finally realised his grave mistake. The radiations drastically diminished as he muttered, "What have I done..."

When you felt the sharp reduction of the heat, your eyes were automatically on San who was looking at you all this while. You recoiled when his rays slowly reached out for you. Although a part of you knew that San wasn't going to hurt you, another part of you was convinced that he was capable of hurting you unconsciouslyㅡespecially since you had witnessed him in his infuriating form. Eventually, you hid behind the Earth, not wishing to see San at the moment. San was left distraught when you refused to talk to him. Unbeknownst to him, both Mingi and Yunho had long excused themselves, so San was now left alone to figure out how to coax you.

Alas, San didn't have a concrete plan even when you had reluctantly revealed yourself. The humans still hated you as usual, and here he was, failing to protect you when you needed him most. You also refused to talk to him, facing the Earth as much as possible as you orbited around the planet.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." San broke the suffocating silence between the two of you.

You never responded. San sighed. Nevertheless, that didn't deter him from attempting again for the next few days. He would speak animatedly to you, as if you two never fought in the first place. He would also try to get your attention by pointing at the glimmering stars around. Yet, you chose to stay quiet throughout, and San had no choice except to mutter an apology at the end of the day, every day.

San, however, had no clue that you were also apologetic towards him. You felt that he deserved better, and that it wasn't worth it for him to love you when he could have gone for something easier. Of course, San wasn't aware of these thoughts when you purposedly shut off your telepathic communication with him. Still, you shared these thoughts with Wooyoung, despite knowing his brotherly bond with San. It could be due to his amicable personality which allowed you to confide with him, and maybe a part of you hoped that Wooyoung would convey these thoughts to his best friend because you didn't feel confident to say them directly to San. Eventually, San was informed about it, and he didn't hesitate to approach you as soon as he heard about it.

"My love, why would you ever think of that?" His rays slowly reached out to you in an ever so gentle way.

"I don't know, San..." you sniffled. "I just don't feel like I'm worth fighting for..." Sorrow stabs through his soul when he heard your words, "Don't ever say that, my love. You're everything to me, and I'm willing to fight for you no matter what."

"Please stay strong for us, my love."

~~~

You were glad that you listened to his words, for things began to improve in your favour. The technological advancements discovered by humans had resulted them to see the Moon in a new light, and they also grew ambitious to study more about the solar system. This led you to know a new friend years later, thanks to Wooyoung who stumbled across Pluto.

"Hongjoong's a nice guy actually," Wooyoung remarked, "even though he seems reserved."

"Maybe it's because he has never communicated with anyone before," you added.

"Probably."

"Or maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you," Yeosang quipped as he nonchalantly looked at his fingernails. "You're annoying, after all."

"Hey!" Wooyoung yelled. "That's very mean of you!"

Yeosang only responded with a dismissive huff before turning away, putting a stop to that conversation.

"Meanie," Wooyoung mumbled once again before his attention was fully on you. "Are you excited for the eclipse?!"

You grew bashful at the thought, subconsciously catching a glimpse your lover who was in his own world at the moment.

"Pfft, why are you so shy?!" Wooyoung mirthfully noted. "It's not like this is the first time you two canoodle!"

"Shh! Not too loud, Wooyoung!"

Although you didn't verbally express it, Wooyoung knew you greatly anticipated the eclipse. It was obvious that you were excited, especially since the humans had been more kind towards you and the eclipse. People barely scorned you nowadays as their praises for you emerged. You never thought you would still exist to witness this.

While the humans in the past would gather to insult you, now, the humans would watch the eclipse taking place as they marveled at the sight. "Look, Ma!" You heard a boy shouted from afar. "It's the eclipse!"

You faintly smiled. San was still holding you close as the two of you witnessed the people expressing their praises at the rare phenomenon together.

"Look at how the humans admire our love, my love," San said in a dreamy whisper.

Your back was pressed against his chest as both of you continued to stay close for a little longer. And when you two parted once again, you noticed some humans feeling disappointed when the eclipse ended. Of course, a part of you felt happy because you and the humans share similar sentiments. At the same time, you believed that the time had come for you to love openly, and there was no need for you to be envious of the attention received by San when the people also appreciated you for who you were.

"I miss you..." San confessed when he let go of you.

You chuckled upon noticing his pout, "But my dear, we barely parted."

"Still..."

From afar, Seonghwa watched the lovers interact with a contented smile. He had been supporting you and San quietly from the sidelines, and Seonghwa had always believed that your love would prevail eventually. Now that things were more or less resolved, Seonghwa was planning to sleep. But of course, someone had to ruin it.

"Hey, Seonghwa," Wooyoung pestered the Mars. "Aren't you tired of sleeping all day?"

"I'm much more tired of dealing with your energy," Seonghwa faced the other side, but that didn't stop the asteroid from continue questioning the former.

"Why~" Wooyoung whined. "I'm trying to be nice with you and this is how you treat me?! This is atrocious!"

The Mars then angled the planet in such a way where its volcano was aiming at Wooyoung. Seonghwa voice went an octave lower as he said, "Don't make me shoot lava towards you."

"Alright! Alright!" Wooyoung quickly backed away. "Geez... you're such a spoilsport..."

"What did you say?!"

Wooyoung had already took off before any lava could be spewed out from the volcano.

FIN

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!Yandere! Grim-Reaper Taehyung

The human soul was such a small precious thing that if taken care of properly could go on and be given to someone born new into the world.

It was such a delicate process to get everything in order though, and dear Taehyung would know. After all he's been collecting and examining souls for over 2,000 years as a grim-reaper. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world, but he did find watching a person's life flash before their eyes enjoyable in a way.

It was like a special movie that only two people got to see, Taehyung, and the person dying. Afterwards he would decided weather or not the soul was good or bad, if bad it would be taken and kept in a special place until it was restored to it former glory only to be given to someone again, if good it would be taken to a person that was newly born and given to them in hopes they treat it well and take care of it.

Now a days however Taehyung has seen and dealt with more bad souls then he cared for. The new people of the human race were corrupted with greed, lust, sloth, gluttony, and hatred, so much so that it would could destroy a perfect soul that before had lasted over 100 years without any trouble.

He was starting to lose hope in man kind when a certain person came along shinning brightly. It was odd to see such a pure and well kept soul in this age; most people had tainted the thing just a little, but not you. Yours was as white and as clean as freshly fallen snow, and Taehyung couldn't help but love it.

He loved how bright it shined in comparison to the others you hung around with, how you were not corrupted by such awful things that he had seen for so many years now, he loved how in a world filled with hatred and death you stood out and chose to take the hand of someone in need rather then smack it away.

He loved you. Everything to do with you, everything about you, and couldn't help but following you wherever you went; leaving a trail of death behind him.

"Good morning Miss. Gardener how are you today?," I ask as I spot my neighbor working in her flower bed with a large yellow sun hat atop her head. She smiles at hearing my voice and waves to me.

"Good morning dear, I'm doing quiet well. The carnations are coming in beautifully this year," She yells slightly and I nod, "Thats good to hear, let me know if you need any help with weeding. I don't have work today, and I don't want you to hurt yourself," I reply and she chuckles waving me off, "Oh nonsense, you don't need to help me I'm not that old. Besides you should be out having fun with your friends," She says with a smile before turning back to her flower bed.

I smile at her words and start my walk back over to my home stepping inside and kicking off my shoes. I place the mail I had gone out to get on the coffee table, and take a seat on my couch unlocking my phone looking at the new message I had gotten from a good friend of mine.

(F/n) ❤️- Hey you should come out with us tonight! We're going to that new club that opened up last week! It'll be so much funnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!

I smile at the message and give a chuckle. I had never really gone to a club before, even though I had been invited to join my friend group more times then I could count. Today was gonna be different though, I wanted to try something new and get a little steam off my chest.

Me- Okay! What time, where's it at, and what should I wear?

(F/n) ❤️- OH SHIT YOU SAID YES, YOU NEVER SAY YES. ITS ON LEWIS AND FRANK BY THE MALLMART, WEAR THAT CUTE LITTLE OUTFIT YOU LIKE TO PUT ON WHENEVER WE ALL GO OUT FOR DINNER!!!!

Me- Okay sounds like a plan, I'll be there. This is gonna be fun!!!

I smile as I send the message and stand up walking towards my bedroom grabbing the outfit I was gonna wear and deciding what I was gonna wear with it.

The music was booming from every corner in the room, and I found myself getting a massive headache as I sat in the booth resting from all of the dancing my friends insisted I did.

I sit and watch taking light sips of my drink allowing my eyes to scan the place before sighing and standing up walking over to the door to get some fresh air.

The cold autumn air burns my lungs as I take a deep breath in, and then release it allowing a small fog cloud to escape from between my lips.

It was a peaceful tonight; the sky was clear, the city was beautifully lit, and the music from the club was gone and out of the way now that I stood outside with a small smile on my face.

After standing there for a few minutes taking in a few deep breaths I turn to go back inside when someone speaks.

"Don't move, put your hands where I can see them, and turn to face me," I deep voice says and I turn slowly to see a man standing before me with a gun in hand ready to shoot, "Please I don't have much, here this is all I have," I say as I hand him all of the money that was in my pockets, which consisted of 12.37$ exactly.

He scoffs at the amount and jams it into his pocket, "Is that seriously all you got?," He ask with a snarl and I nod. He growls, "Well shit, I guess thanks for nothing," He says before firing a shot start into my chest, and then head.

Everything's black for a second before a bright light flashes in front of me and I blink a few times to see I'm back on the street but this time I'm looking down at my dead body.

The man from before had ran off, and no one was around to see what had happened so I watched as my body laid on the streets bleeding out, a slight sickly feeling falling over me at how plain and pale my face was.

"It's odd isn't it?," A deep voice says and I jump turning to see who had just spoken only to come face to face with one of the most handsome men I have ever seen . He was wearing a blue suit with a rose on the pocket, and had a soft smile of his lips that made my face turn red(See chapter pic for the example), "It's odd, seeing yourself dead. Wouldn't you agree?," He ask stepping forward and stoping right next to me as we both now look down at my body.

"Yes, very much actually," I state and he nods, "Such a shame such a disgusting soul ruined the chance for you to live,"He adds shaking his head, "Hey, no offense buddy but you don't know what that guy was going through. I'm sure he had a reason for what he did," I say sending him a slight glare.

He chuckles, "Well I don't think I've ever heard someone defend their killer before," He says before pausing and reaching his hand out for me to shake, "Kim Taehyung, I'm the grim-reaper that has been assigned to assess your soul," He says and I take his hand hesitantly shaking it.

"Nice to meet you I guess... how exactly does this whole thing work... do you look at it and then send me up stairs or down stairs, or...," I trail off and he chuckles, "Well, first we take a look at your life and decide if you've damaged the soul in anyway that will cause it to need repairs," He says and I give a oh and nod.

"Alright, well don't let me stop you, let's get this thing started I guess," I say and he nods waving his hand over my body. A small light shines through my chest and what looks like a small movie starts to play showing my life and everything that's happened.

I smile watching everything, recalling all of my fond memories with a few small giggles and content sighs. "You know I had a pretty good life," I say before my smile falls into a frown, "I just wish it didn't have to end so soon...," I say and he looks me up and down.

"It... it's doesn't have to if you don't want it to," He says and I look over to him with a raised eyebrow, "Oh really? No offense but there's a bullet in my head and another somewhere in my chest, I don't think I can recover from that," I state and he nods, "You can't, but I have a trick up my sleeve," He says and I wait for him to explain further.

"I can turn back time... and because of how well your soul is preserve I feel it would be wrong of me to give it to someone else and let it be tainted," He states and I smile, "Really? Well let's do that! Turn back time Taehyung, let's try this again," I say with a bright smile and he chuckles nodding.

He waves his hands and my vision blurs for a second before everything goes black.

Blinking a few times I find I'm back in the booth in the club with my drink in hand. Pulling my phone out I check the time to see he set me back about 40ish minutes.

Smiling I lower my head, "Thank you," I whisper as I set my drink down and go back out on the dance floor with my friends.

"Good morning Miss. Gardener, how are- oh no your flowers, what happened?," I ask as I walk over to her to see her whole flower bed was dead. She stands looking down on them with a frown as she starts to tear up, "I don't know, everything was coming in great this year and this morning when I work up they were like this," She says as she starts to cry.

I've know Miss. Gardener for years now and I knew just how much her flower garden meant to her, she took great pride in it and made sure it was well kept. Thinking about it for a few seconds I smile as an idea pops into my head, "I've got it, you head inside Miss. Gardener I'll fix this," I say with a bright smile and she hesitates but heads back into her house.

My knees, arms, and hands were covered in dirt as I finish up on the garden. A small smile spreads across my lips as I stand and look over my work, "All done," I say wiping the dirt off of my face with my upper arm.

Walking over to her door I knock and she comes outside and gasp in shock. I had replaced and replanted everything making sure it was just how she had it.

She starts to cry at seeing everything and pulls me into a hug, "What would I do without you," She cry's and I smile hugging her tighter, "I couldn't just let this happen, your garden is beautiful, and I don't want to see it go yet," I say and she smiles nodding as she pulls away.

"Thank you," She says placing a kiss on my cheek. I smile and nod happy that I put her in such a good mood.

My hand hits the door 3 times as I knock, "Miss. Gardener, are you home? I haven't see you in a while and I'm a little worried," I yell in hopes she'll hear me through the door. Check the door handle I find it's locked so I grab the spare key she keeps in a flower pot and unlock it stepping inside.

"Miss Gardener?," I say looking around. I walk into her bedroom to find her laying in the bed; her back facing me. Giving a small sigh of relief I step forward and place my hand on her shoulder, "Miss Gardener are you alright?," I ask to receive no comment, "Miss. Gardener...," I say more softly as I grab her wrist and check her pulse.

I don't feel anything and my heart breaks slight as I check her neck to find the same thing. She was gone, she had passed away. I step back and cover my mouth as I cry and reach for my phone in my pocket calling 911 telling them what happened.

"Yes hello is this a Miss/Mr (L/n)?," A voice says, "Yes this is them, who is this?," I ask, "I'm sorry to say but a person by the name of (F/n) was in a very bad car accident and was found dead on the scene. You seemed to have been the last person they called, will you be able to contact the family and come hospital on 14th street?," The man ask calmly and I take a moment.

"Um yes.... I can get everyone there, thank you," I say before hanging up. They had just been with me, we had just hung out, how could this of happened? I take a seat on my couch as my eyes fill up with tears and I cry for a few minutes before calling everyone telling them what happened and where to meet.

I laid in bed wrapped in my blankets as I find it hard to move. I had fallen into such a deep depression after my other friend (6/F/n) had died recently.

Everyone I knew was dying. I had no idea how or why, but after visiting me or hanging out they would die some how without warning or cause.

I stopped seeing people in fear that they would end up dead and only left my home when I needed to. I was in constant fear and sorrow about the people around me, I was afraid if they saw me they would die.

After laying in bed for a while I close my eyes I allow myself to fall asleep.

I stood looking down on my sleeping body watching as my chest moves up and down softly.

Looking around the room I find Taehyung standing off in the corner smiling at me. "Obviously I'm not dead, so why is this happening?," I ask him and he moves over to me.

"You seemed sad, I was hopping to cheer you up," He states as we both stare down at my body. "Why is everyone around me dying?," I ask after a few minutes of silence. Taehyung looks at me and frowns, "I couldn't say, I'm not the one that was assigned to take their souls," He says and I nod.

He looks down at me with sorrow before pulling me into a random hug, hiding his face between my neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry (Y/n), I hate to see you so sad. It ruins the bright shine of your soul," He says and I wrap my arms around him allowing tears to fall down my cheeks as I cry so hard that I'm unable to breath.

I hadn't cried this hard since my best friend died, and it felt good to have someone with me that couldn't die that held me close giving me some form of comfort when I couldn't go to anyone else in fear that they may die the next day.

"It's not fair, I just want to stop hurting people. I don't want anyone else to die," I sob and he rubs my back softly trying to calm me. "I would rather die then have someone else in my life pass away," I whisper, and his grip tightens on me.

He's silent for a second before he speaks in a low quiet tone, "I can help you with that," He says and I pull away, "I can make it so you die, but instead of passing on you'd just become a reaper like me," He states, "You can do that?," I ask a little shocked.

"I mean yeah," He says with a chuckle, "We've been looked to hire more people, I can teach you how everything works, and you can go from there. No need to worry about hurting your friends anymore," He states and I look over at my body thinking it over for a second before nodding.

"Okay... do it," I say and he nods reaching over to my body pressing his hand through my chest grabbing something white and bright and pulling it from me. A small pain can be felt in my chest and I reach up touching the area he just pulled his hand away from.

I watch as I slowly stop breathing, and soon lay still in the bed. I looked like I was just sleeping peacefully, and if not for the fact that my chest wasn't moving you couldn't tell the difference.

Taehyung holds up a round ball of white light, "This is yours," He says handing me the item. I looked it over and find a sense of peace fall over me as I hold it. "What now?," I ask, "Simple, place it in your chest," He states taking my hand in his and helping me press the ball into the center of my chest.

Once it's fully in he lets go of my hands and smiles at me, "There all done," He says, "Thats it?," I ask and he nods, "Thats it, you're now ready to learn how to reap souls," He states and I nod. "Okay... Thank you Taehyung, this was very kind of you. And I will never be able to repay you," I state and he shakes his head with a smile.

"Don't worry about it (Y/n), I'm just happy to have someone accompany me now while I work," He says with a bright smile.

>Authors P.O.V.<

What was unknown to (Y/n) was that Taehyung had been the main reason as to why everyone around them was dying.

After their first meeting Taehyung had started to follow them around watching them live. He had gained some sort of feelings towards them as he watched them, and found himself feeling jealously and hatred towards those that lived around them and got to be close to them.

He started to take these new found feelings out on those that he saw as the reason for his emotions those being (Y/n) friends and even family. He did so by taking their life's, and making it so they had the most painful forms of death so they could feel how he felt when he saw them hugging or showing love towards his (Y/n).

He honestly didn't think (Y/n) was going to agree to becoming a reaper, but he's happy they said yes and that he gets to keep them by his side now. All he's worried about is making sure they never figure out he was the one that took their friends souls and chose to kill them early just because he was jealous.

"Ready to go?," Taehyung ask, and (Y/n) nods taking his hand as he reaches out for them, "Yes, I'm ready. Let's go," They say before leaving with Taehyung.

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petitprincess1 · 4 years

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Good Evening Ch10 (Let’s Kill Tonight)

AO3 Link Summary: Alastor goes to wreak some havoc at the warehouse on two unsuspecting guards. How fun :) Words: 2,155 Warning:Warning: Mild gore (at least I think it's mild), violence, blood, amputation (not detailed), death, gun use, burning, and implied cannibalism. ~~~ Alastor had used the backdoor to leave outside of the house, since he heard Charlie getting interrogated by her mother and knew that Lilith seemed to be a shrew lady. The last thing he needed to do was be caught by her, since he knew that she was much more aware than she appeared, especially if Lucifer was any indication. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if they were fully aware of all that he had done.

No matter, this was something that could be dealt with on a later date. Plus, he wasn’t dense. The creole left a note explaining that he had left something in a previous motel that he stayed in or possibly at the Happy Hotel. Whether or not, they’ll believe it is nothing that he had to worry about at the moment.

Alastor went into his car and looked at his phone, seeing if Husk had responded to him. The man had been around Angelo the longest and may know his password, especially since he’s in charge of keeping track of the guests. Granted, he would be making grand assumptions about his Anthony, but...they were necessary at the moment.

A vibration on his phone caught his attention and Alastor checked the message.

Husker: Why the fuck do you want to know his password? Alastor: Ah! You do know it! Thank goodness that you remain one of my, if not the most, predictable of my friends, Husker. Also, that information is unnecessary. Husker: Any info from you is fucking necessary. Now, what the fuck do you want with it? Alastor: Nice to see your vocabulary remains as limited as usual. If you must know, the ethel had gotten attacked recently and I need to get into this phone. I need to know who hurt him.

As he pulled up into the hotel, Alastor didn’t receive another text from Husk. He assumed that it was going to take a bit more persuading, but he ended up seeing Husk walk up to the car. Al rolled his window down and was about to give a cheeky comment, but Husk tossed a torn piece of paper into the car. He huffed, “Shut the fuck up before I change my mind about you givin’ a shit about anyone. Just leave me out of this. I don’t need to be wrapped up in your shit again. Also, do what you gotta do now and give me the phone afterwards.”

Alastor pouted, “Awww, but what if I need more information?”

The older man rolled his eyes and said, “You won’t. You never were one to forget. ….I’m only doing this for Angelo, not for you. I figured he would be in some deep shit hearing about Val’s death. Just...give them hell.”

The creole grinned coldly up at Husk and chuckled as he typed in the password, “Oh...I plan to.”

Alastor parked his car into the forest nearby and saw an abandoned warehouse about a couple of feet away. Luckily, the plant life was so thick and unkempt that it kept himself fairly hidden. He moved as close as he could without causing too much rustling and saw that there seemed to be at least two people on guard. Seeing them speaking to each other, Al hummed as he moved closer to the miscreants to hear their conversation. The creole truly hated being left out of the loop.

Once he was close enough, he listened to the tanned one complain, “...I’m just saying, man. There ain’t no point. Why do you think it’s just us? No one wants to come to some damn forest. They’re all busy with their, like, ouija boards and...switches...and, I don’t know, jeweling. Stuff like that...look, I got kids, man. I don’t want to waste time with this shit.”

The one that was greying glanced at him and sighed, “You’re a fucking moron. Also, just because there hasn’t been anyone, doesn’t mean that no one will be here. Plus, you think Tony’s family is gonna let Vox off easy. Ya saw how he was when he left. Barely was able to walk. It was surprising watching him start driving-” That was more than enough to assure Alastor that he was making the right decision, not that he had any doubts.

He went back to his car and opened up his trunk. Luckily, he had brought his bag, but he only planned on using his knife for this occasion. No need to set up traps, much harder to clean up the mess. There’s always a stray drop of blood that you always miss. Not to mention that it’s absolute hell to clean in-between the teeth of a bear trap. Al closed his trunk- no, he slammed his trunk as loud as he could, instantly making him hear the two get alerted. Just to add extra flare, the brown-skinned man tossed rocks in two different directions to gain more attention.

Alastor listened to the two whisper to another and scarcely watched them walking toward the forest. Luckily, the woodland was already so dense that he barely needed to hide. These people were just making it so easy for him ~~~ The greying haired man was slowly walking around the woods with a hand on his pistol, ready to pull out his weapon whenever it was deemed necessary. Other than Vox and Val’s crew and a few other associates, no one knew about the location. Well, the forest was pretty well known, but hardly anyone in Eden would go near it. He assumed that it was probably a bunch of kids, thinking that they might be brave or searching for an urban legend or whatever.

Normally, they were told to shoot whoever trespassed, no matter the excuse. However, if they were just kids or teens, the man had no problem with just letting them go with a warning or even threatening to shoot. He was a part of the mafia, but he wasn’t a monster.

The grey haired man jumped at hearing rustling in a bush nearby. He took his gun out and didn’t take the safety off as a just in case. He called out, “Alright, come out slowly and you won’t get a bullet in tha…” He trailed off as a bunny came hopping out from the bush and its little nose twitched up at the guard. The man chuckled, leaned down to the bunny’s height, and whispered, “Hey, don’t worry, buddy. I ain’t Elmer Fudd. You’re safe with me.”

The grey haired man placed a finger to his lips and shushed the rabbit, causing the little guy to bounce away. He gave another laugh as he pocketed his gun and turned to go find the other guard, just to suddenly let out a gurgled, cut-off scream as a knife got embedded halfway into his throat. He trembled as blood slowly came out his mouth, while he choked, staring at a mixed man with a wide smile on his face.

The guard placed a hand weakly onto the well-dressed attacker’s wrist and was about to pull, but the attacker chided, “Ah-ah~! I wouldn’t do that if I were you. It’s actually far more damaging to pull the knife out, since it tends to cause even more damage. Not a lot of people know that~”

He then winked at the greying man and sliced further up his throat, until he got to the bottom of his chin. The man’s tongue flopped out from the large gash in his throat as blood poured down his neck. Alastor was quick to place his jacket on the forest floor to catch the blood that poured out of the victim’s throat. The guard uselessly tried to stop the bleeding by weakly covering his throat and forcing his hanging tongue back into his mouth.

Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, it did absolutely nothing and the man almost fell to the ground. Thankfully, Alastor was there to help settle the guard onto the ground and slowly placed him onto the jacket. He hummed as he grabbed the jacket and started to drag the man through the forest with one arm, looking at his knife with the other. Al gave a small lick to the blood and small bits of skin on the blade.

He muttered as he licked his lips, “Not bad. A little greasy, but that doesn’t mean it has to go to waste. Why, I bet your tongue would be great in an omelette. Using the right spices, you can easily make it taste like beef! What a wonderful treat to say “thank you”!”

Al kept going on and on as he dragged the dead man back into the warehouse. ~~~ The other guard came walking back into the warehouse when he saw smoke coming from a window. He just assumed that the man put on the large furnace to stay warm. It was pretty cold, after all. He called out to the other man, “Artie, you here? I didn’t see anything! I’m guessing it was just a squirrel or…”

He trailed off and dropped his gun when he saw Artie lying on the ground on a jacket with his throat flayed open, exposing many ligaments, veins, and large chunks of meat. There also seemed to be Artie’s tongue inside of a container that had bloodied water inside of it. The guard covered his mouth and was about to turn to run, but he let out a loud scream as his achilles heel got sliced, rendering his foot useless and making him fall to the floor. He whimpered as he tried to quickly crawl away, ignoring the agonizing, searing pain on his heel and the sound of light, quick footsteps near him.

Alastor walked in front of the guard, causing the crawling man to look up at him. The guard whimpered, “P-Please, d-don’t kill m-me!”

Al crouched down and hummed with a large smile, “Well, you know, I would love to do that, but you hurt someone I really cared about. I-I mean, if you did this to send a message, then...message received” he took the knife out of his pocket and stabbed it through the man’s arm, causing him to scream in pain and tremble more on the ground. Tears ran down his face as his screams made his throat raw.

The guard whined, “Pl-lease, I-I didn’t d-do anything! I-I-I didn’t e-even be-eat the fa- Gah!”

He cried as he got a punch to the face, which that pain paled in comparison to anything else. The creole’s smile grew wider to an almost insane degree as he practically growled, “Don’t...finish that word.”

Alastor looked up at the furnace and huffed as he grabbed the knife and yanked it out of the guard’s arm. The man bit his lip, trying not to cry out more. He gave shuddering whine and tried begging again, “P-Please, don’t kill m-me! I have k-kids, m-man, and a-a wife. I-I swear, I did n-nothing to th- ..An-nthony! Please!”

The creole ignored him as he stuffed the corpse into the flames of the large furnace, breathing in the smell of the quickly burning flesh. He was about to turn to the other man, but jumped as a loud bang happened behind him and felt something graze his cheek. Al blinked as he slowly turned to the man and saw him turning to cock the gun, struggling with his injured arm. He quickly walked over to the guard and stomped on his slashed ankle, snapping the bones and causing a loud wet tearing sound to reverberate throughout the warehouse.

Before the guard could do anything, Alastor grabbed the gun and tossed it away. He huffed, grabbing the man’s uninjured leg and began dragging him away, “I was thinking about letting you live, since I don’t particularly enjoy harming children or hearing their annoying cries. However...now, I need you dead for attempting to kill me! I mean, how rude.”

The guard pleaded as he dug, “No! PLEASE! DON’T! HEEELP! HE-” He got cut off as Al picked up the man and tossed him into the fire on top of the slowly burning corpse. His smile got smaller as it turned more into a relieved one, feeling a sense of catharsis at hearing the guard’s blood-curdling cries as he struggled to get out of the flames.

The creole closed the door to the furnace and left the door open to allow the wonderful aroma of burning cowards stretch throughout the place. He hummed along with the guard’s futile cries, took the tongue in the container, and any evidence that was around, he placed it into his bloodied jacket.

He could leave the tongue at the front entrance, but why leave any clues. Alastor wanted them all to never know what will happen next, just like how his dear Anthony went in unaware. He didn't get to kill the people he was looking for, but it certainly was a start. Al smiled, “Very entertaining, indeed~”

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calumance · 4 years

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Wake up, Sunshine - Part 2

Warnings: Cursing, anxiety attacks, car accident, still mostly fluff.

Summary: As much as Addy wanted to hide everything from Calum, there was just something about him that made her want to tell him everything. Maybe now was the right time to tell him.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: This is the second part to my piece that I wrote for disabled!sos day, and idea that came from the lovely @skinnylukes. A day that is meant to encourage more disability-inclusive writing in the 5SOS community. I enjoyed writing for this project, and it was a huge honor to be a part of it. Happy reading!! 😊

Part 1

It took longer than I expected for Calum to text me. When he did, I was out with Crystal, celebrating the fact that I finally found a graphic design job that was going to help me get out of my parent’s house in less than a month. We were at the same coffee shop we had met at a couple weeks ago. I was wearing a pull over and a pair of leggings that made my prosthetic visible. The only reason I was wearing it was I was on my morning run when she had texted me. I felt comfortable showing my leg to her, she knew about the accident, she told me she heard about it, and that it was all over her social media. When she told me I was confused, if she knew how did no one else? She had told me that it’s because she thought I was never going to come back, so she read about it, kept up on my story, but told no one.

She had a right to think I was never coming back, I personally never thought I was coming back. I had never wanted to come back, which is why I had no back up plan for when I did come back. The ring on my thumb tapped my cup as I nodded at her. That’s when my phone went off. When I saw the unknown number, I pulled my eyebrows together. My finger slid up on the phone to unlock it. My eyes scrolled across the screen to read the message. “Hi there, sorry it took me so long to send you this message. I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with me again sometime soon? Crystal told me you got a fancy new job, congratulations! Text me back when you want to hang out. -Calum.”

I must’ve been smiling like an idiot because Crystal was laughing at me. There was no need to explain to her who that was, she knew. In all honesty she was probably the one who told him to text me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see people looking at me. I pulled my pant leg down in a failed attempt to hide my robotic looking leg. Feeling uncomfortable, I asked Crystal if we could leave. She agreed, realizing I was uncomfortable.

We exited the coffee shop into the Los Angeles sun. Bird chirping and the wind blowing ever so slightly. It was an absolutely beautiful day, I wanted to do something with it, but everything I wanted to do involved having two legs. A sigh left my chest and tried not to think about how nice it was. “Do you want to come over to my house for a little bit?” I looked down at myself, I was not dressed appropriately to have Calum coming over for a surprise. “Don’t worry, all of the guys are gone, they have a studio session today. It’ll just be us. We can watch a movie, and then I can take you home?” I agreed, anything to get me out of my parent’s house for a little while.

My bottom lip found its spot under my teeth and I rubbed my palms along my pants as I closed the door of Crystal’s car. She asked me if I was okay, I nodded, concentrating on my breathing. It was obvious that Crystal was driving with haste, but also incredibly careful, trying to get us to her house quickly, but safely. When we did get to her house, she pulled me inside and I excused myself to the bathroom to decompress as I usually do.

Her couch was a nice comfort after my normal car ride panic attack. She turned on a movie and went and made popcorn. As she was in her kitchen, I stared at the message from Calum, the one I still hadn’t responded to. My teeth played with my lip as my fingers tapped the edge of my phone. What do I say back? Sure, I wanted to hang out with him again, but hanging out with him by myself sounds terrifying. An idea crossed my mind and I started tapping the letters on my screen. “Thank you, I’m excited to start the new job. Hopefully I get out of my parent’s house quickly. I’d like to hang out with you again too, maybe we can hang out at Crystal and Michael’s place again soon?” It felt good, because then I could have Crystal to lean on if I needed her. My pointer finger and thumb rubbed my brow ridge. Who was I kidding, I knew he was asking me on a date and I definitely just thwarted that idea.

My phone landed on the sofa cushion next to me with a thud and Crystal came out of the kitchen holding a large bowl of popcorn. “Everything alright?” She questioned.

I rubbed my temple, “Yeah, I just am such a chicken shit because of this,” I motioned over my leg like Vanna White motioned over the letters in Wheel of Fortune. “That I’m pretty sure I just messed up a date with Calum.” Crystal shot me a quizzical look as she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “He sent me this message wanting to hang out, and I’m so scared of him finding out about it that I’d rather hang out with you around because you know how to hide it and make me feel comfortable.” My head fell back, and I pulled my left leg onto the couch, lacing my fingers around my shin to hug it as close to my chest as possible.

She laughed. “Maybe you should see what he says back before you start freaking yourself out?” Her eyebrows raised, and she piled a handful of popcorn into her mouth. While she chewed, she handed me the bowl. Out of frustration, I took the bowl from her and shoved a handful into my mouth as well.

Somehow, we both lost all track of time because we both suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and the dogs bolted off the couch to greet whoever was at the door. Crystal and I looked at each other trying to take a guess at who was walking in. She knew what I was thinking, maybe if it was just Michael I could tell him and then I’d have two people to be comfortable around. It was when we heard the second, familiar, voice that we both started to panic. Crystal jumped off the couch and grabbed the closet blanket, throwing it over both of us, making sure to cover my leg. She rested back into me just as Michael and Calum rounded the corner.

Crystal acted surprised, telling them she didn’t hear them come in. Calum smiled, and looked at his phone, as if I planned on being here when they got back from the studio. Like a ton of bricks, I realized who I was in the presence of. My heart started to race, and I reached for Crystal’s hoodie and pulled her back into me. Her eyes widened, and I whispered that I didn’t realize until now who I was hanging out with. She giggled and brushed it off, “it’s fine, they’re just normal people. Just like you.” Her eyes flickered down to my covered leg before she stood back up to hug Michael.

Calum sat next to me and I shifted felling incredibly uncomfortable. “I didn’t know you meant today, I would’ve dressed a little better. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a red hoodie the he had pulled the hood up over his head, blonde hair peeking out of the front. I thought he looked perfect, but that’s beside the point.

A knot formed in my throat, which seemed to be a trend whenever I was near him. “Crystal and I met up for coffee this morning, I hadn’t really planned on being here as long as I have been. I just hate going home so badly, that I think I got carried away. I would’ve dressed better too.” I looked at my lap, silently referring to the capri pants I was wearing, and the blanket over my lap covering my fake leg.

Crystal turned towards me and cleared her throat. “Addy, will you come with me somewhere?” My eyes widened, then flashed at my leg and then back at her. “I know it’s absolutely freezing in here, why don’t you bring the blanket with you?” The frustration raised in my chest, and I tried not to scream at her. Thinking quickly, I pulled the blanket up and over my arms without revealing anything. As I stood up, I reached behind me and closed the blanket, and then pulling it in a way that there was no way a sneak peak of my leg would appear.

Crystal shut the door to her bedroom and I dropped the blanket. “Oh my god, Crystal, why didn’t we keep better track of time? I told you I hadn’t wanted to stay that long. Oh my god, what if he finds out and thinks I’m a freak and never wants to talk to me again? Not that I’m the best person to talk to anyway, but still.” My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. Tears were welling up on the rim of my eyes.

Crystal placed her hands on my arms and looked into my eyes. “Okay, first, Calum would never call you a freak and not want to talk to you again. He just isn’t like that, I told you that. Second, I didn’t know Michael was coming home so soon, nor did I know he was going to be bringing Calum. Let me get you a pair of sweat pants, and then I’ll take you home.” She placed her hand on my cheek as I nodded.

We exited Crystal’s bedroom, now being geared in a pair of sweatpants. I felt like crying still, and I felt incredibly small. My arms wrapped around my body as I hid behind Crystal, like a shy child would hide behind their mom. “I’m going to take Addy home, I’ll be back in a little bit.” She leaned down and kissed Michael.

Calum stood up, “I can take her home, I was just heading out.” Crystal looked back at me, panic set on my face. My eyes met hers and even though I’d rather have her take me home, I nodded. She turned and gave me a hug, telling me I was going to be okay. After Crystal let go of me, I waved at Michael.

Calum was already at the door, and I took my sweet time catching up with him. We were silent, mostly because I was trying to keep my heart rate normal as we approached his car. My palms were already sweating, so I rubbed my hands down my thighs and then reached for the handle. A breath escaped my chest as I sat down and stared at my hands. Maybe it was obvious I didn’t like cars because almost every time I sat in one, someone would ask me if I was okay. This time kept that pattern alive, “Are you alright?” My eyes, teary, met his as I nodded. He turned the key in the ignition and he put his hands on the steering wheel. “I know this a long shot, and you can say no, but would you like to come to my house? I only live a couple minutes away and I know you’re not the biggest fan of being at your parent’s house. Maybe I can take you home a little later?”

My mind started racing, I wanted to hang out with him, I wanted to go to his house, I wanted to be alone with him, but my anxiety keeps sky rocketing. As anxious as I was, there was nothing in this world that was making me chose my parent’s house over being comfortable. “Sure.” I managed to choke out.

We drove in silence and my heart raced as per usual. Luckily, he wasn’t kidding when he said he only lived a few minutes away. My hands trembled as I followed him into his house. I asked him where his bathroom was through a shaken voice, something I had tried to control, but failed. I dipped my head and walked to the bathroom. Once the door was closed I let out a long breath, shaking my hands in front of me, just like I did every time. It didn’t take long for Calum to be knocking on the door, “Addy, is everything alright?” My hands gripped the edge of his sink as I called back to him.

It took a minute, but I finally came out of the bathroom. To my surprise, Calum was still standing there waiting for me. A concerned look stitched across his face. I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked at my fingers, trying to apologize to him. “Addy, you didn’t have to come here if you didn’t want to.” He wasn’t trying to say that to be rude, and I realize going to the bathroom and immediately starting to break down looks a bit suspicious, but that’s not what it was.

My eyes met with his again and I shook my head, “No, I’m sorry. I wanted to come here. I have an issue with cars.” It slipped out, I hadn’t wanted to tell him, but I’ve run out of excuses. I pulled my lips into my mouth, stopping any chance of more slipping out.

“Shit, Addy, if I had known that then I would’ve offered to walk with you here. I’m sorry, I was wondering why you got so pale in the car.” I looked at my fingers again, the feeling of wanting to cry washing over me again. Tears started to well up in my eyes. My right hand found its way to my face while my left arm sat across my stomach. My breath hitched with a sob that somehow managed to escape. I knew I should’ve stayed at Crystal’s. Calum took a step toward me, and even though he was reluctant, he wrapped his arms around me, his right hand resting gently on the back of my head, pulling it towards his chest. His chin rested on the top of my head as he hushed me.

There was something in his actions, and something about the feeling of his body, and the energy that he put out that made my anxiety wash away almost immediately. Although I wanted to hug him back, I was too busy being completely confused on how he got my anxiety attack to stop. After a minute of no crying, he finally let go of me, his hand pressing to my cheek, “Let’s go have some coffee or tea, whichever you want.” He walked away from me, but I followed him into his kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable.” He pointed at a barstool and I sat down, pulling myself under the breakfast car so the material of my sweatpants laying across the bend in my prosthetic wasn’t as noticeable.

Calum started a pot of coffee and leaned over the counter towards me. He began talking about everything. He told me about his music, he dog, his family. When the coffee was done brewing, he still continued to talk. Every time he told a stupid joke I would laugh, genuinely laugh. I turned my spoon in my coffee, missing the feeling of laughing, missing the feeling of being happy and alive. After the accident, my mom suggested I go see a therapist, I had decided not to, but now I think maybe I should have. Laughing is such an important part of life and I have missed out of the feeling of it for four years. My eyes flashed to Calum who was smiling while talking, the coffee cup close to his lips like he’s getting ready to take a drink, but he’s too deep into his story that he hasn’t yet.

He took a drink from his cup and I watched his face. He brown eyes looked inside at the dark liquid inside the cup, wrinkles sat next to his eyes every time he smiled. His lips were plump, and they moved distinctly with every word that fell off them. My eyes moved from his face to his hands, tattoos on the space between his pointer finger and thumb. His fingers long and veiny, but strong. Obviously from playing instruments for a long time. A thought of him removing his pull over so I could see his arms and chest again flashed through my mind, but I pushed them aside and took a sip of my coffee.

“What got you into graphic design?” His voice pulled me from my thoughts and I set my cup down. I hadn’t been asked that question in a long time, not like it was something I didn’t think about, it was just the dumbest answer.

I chuckled at my own thoughts. “When I was in high school I was always making dumb memes and somehow that turned into a career and a lifestyle.” My shoulder pulled up towards my ears in a shrug as Calum let out the cutest laugh I have ever heard in my entire life. His laugh brought life to my ears, like an angelic choir was singing in the background. I guess it wasn’t that stupid if I got to hear that laugh all the time. I took another drink of my coffee and looked at the perfect liquid inside the mug.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me? I can take you home after the movie is over?” I agreed and turned to my left to get off the chair. Something I had gotten into the habit of doing ever since I got the prosthetic. Mostly because it hurt when I first got it but now it’s just muscle memory. Calum plopped himself on the couch and patted at the spot to his right. I found my place next to him, pulling my left leg up to my chest, as I usually did. He turned on a movie that I have seen a thousand times, but I was willing to watch it again since he was here.

As the movie played, I played out situations in my head. The first one I played out was me telling him about the accident. He would take me in his arms and hold me, telling me he was so sorry that it happened. The other option is that he would brush it off, car crashes happen every day. The thought of that one made me cringe. Sure, they happened every day, but I should be dead. I must’ve cringed a little hard since Calum asked me if I was okay. I nodded in reassurance and his focus went back to the movie.

My mind switched gears to me telling him about my leg. Maybe he would embrace it, act as if that was nothing unusual, just as Crystal does. Crystal even knows when I start to feel uncomfortable, which means she knows when we have to leave a public space. Maybe if he didn’t mind it, he could join me on my morning runs? No, I still limp when I run, I don’t want him to see that. My eyes flickered over to Calum whose face was relaxed as he his focused on the TV as the movie played. He caught me looking at him and he turned his head towards me, a soft smile flashing toward me. His attention went back to the movie, and I placed my chin on my knee, lacing my fingers around my shin.

My mind switched gears again, to a place it hadn’t gone in a long time. I had this urge to just touch him, not necessarily in a sexual way, I just want to know what his skin feels like under my fingertips. The thought of my fingers running across the tattoos on his chest causes a shiver to run down my spine. Suddenly I was very aware of where his hands were. They were resting in his lap. They weren’t holding onto anything, they were just there, fingers relaxed. His legs parted since he was slouched on the couch. He looked uncomfortable. Maybe I should get up and give him space to lay down. Suddenly his fingers flexed as if he knew I was staring at them. I close my eyes trying to quiet my thoughts.

Calum shifted on the couch, pushing himself up so his back was flesh with the back of the couch. My eyes shot open when I realized he place an arm behind me on the back of the couch. As much as I didn’t want to look at him, I did. He asked me if I was cold. Now, I haven’t had a lot of boyfriends, but that’s crush language for ‘please cuddle me.’ My heart raced at the thought of cuddling into his side. My anxiety told me to say no, but my heart told me to say yes. Somehow, I managed to nod.

He pushed himself off the couch and I thought maybe I read it wrong. As he rounded a corner out of view, I sighed and put my forehead on my knee. Why was this so excruciating? His footsteps caused my head to snap back up. There was a blanket between his fingers as he was unfolding it. He sat back down on the couch, but this time he was much closer to me. My heart pounded in my ears, “Mind if I sit closer to you? This way we can share the blanket.” I shook my head, indicating that I didn’t mind him sitting closer to me. He tossed the blanket outward and then placed it over us. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, “You can, uh, lean on me if you want to be a little more comfortable.” I smiled and nodded, acknowledging that he said it, but not taking up his offer.

With him as close to me as he was, I could smell him. He smelled like cologne, not strong though, like he put it on this morning and it’s finally starting to fade from his skin. It was scent I never wanted to forget. Not because it was unique, but because it was on him. The skin on my shoulder started to tingle when I noticed he had placed his arm on my shoulder. If my skin was tingling now, with his fingers pressed to my sweatshirt, what would happen if his fingertips actually touched my skin. I came to the conclusion that I would probably burst into flames. With his arm around my shoulder, and his offer to lean against him racing through my mind, I debated if I should actually lean into him or not. If I did, it would mean I would have to awkwardly reposition myself.

With Crystal in my head telling me that nothing bad was going to happen, I pushed myself up and repositioned so I could lean into his side. He placed his arm around me, his hand resting on my arm. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something about him that just made me feel like I was at home. Like I was meant to be leaning into his side, like the curves of our bodies were meant to match up. My chest raised as I took in every moment of this. After such a terrible break up, it felt good to be pressed into someone’s side again, and it felt especially good to be pressed into his side. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to give him the world, I wanted to just melt into him.

Woah, Addy, you met him yesterday. My anxiety started to take over as I pushed myself away from Calum, excusing myself to the bathroom. Once the door was shut, I sat on the closed toilet seat and called Crystal, she always knew how to give me the best advice. When she answered, I sighed in relief. “Crystal, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She didn’t say anything, wanting me to explain more. “We’re just watching a movie, and he said I could lean against him, so I did, and now all of these thoughts about kissing him and being with him are racing through my head. We met yesterday, I shouldn’t be feeling like that. Should I?” I bit my bottom lip as I thought about how crazy I sounded.

Crystal chuckled on the other end. “Maybe you should be feeling like that. I’m a firm believer that our bodies and minds know what’s best for us. Maybe you’re feeling like that because your body and mind know he’s what’s best for you. I’ve been trying to get Calum a date for a long time, and when I saw you at the grocery store, I knew you two would be perfect. Now, I’m not saying I’m only hanging out with you to get you with him, I still love you with all my heart. You being with him is just an added bonus.” I could hear her smiling on the other side of the phone. My left leg bounced in nervousness, and I asked her what I should do. She hummed, “Do what you feel is right. If you feel like kissing him is right, then kiss him. No one is going to judge you. Just go for it.” That did not make my heart beat any slower.

I wrapped my free arm around my stomach. “I don’t even know if he likes me? I mean it took him a week to actually ask me to hang out.” Even I knew that was nonsense, but it just came out.

Crystal scoffed. “As someone who sees or talks to him every day, I can tell you with full confidence that he likes you. Just go for it, Addy, don’t be scared.” Crystal hung up before I could object to anything else, probably because she knew I was going to. I continued to sit there for a moment longer, thinking about what I should do. Sure, I wanted to do what felt right, but what felt right? I stood up and turned the sink on to wash my hands, even though I didn’t actually use the bathroom.

As I walked back to the couch, I dropped my phone back into my pocket. Calum was looking at his phone, but when he saw me, he put it away. It was quiet, and I realized he paused the movie. “You didn’t have to pause the movie. I was only gone for a minute.” I said as I sat back on the couch.

He shrugged while pressing play, “I don’t mind.” We continued to watch the movie for a minute, I could tell there was something lingering in the air. Maybe he had been asking someone for the same advice I was seeking. I turned my head towards him and he met my gaze. What was I going to lose by kissing him? It was like we were in synch, we both leaned forward, and our lips connected. His hand on my jaw, my hand on his jaw. The skin under his fingertips burned with pleasure. Our lips worked together as he pressed harder against me. His hands moved to my hip. Even though I was completely present in our kiss, I was hyper aware of where his hands were. They started to slowly go down towards my thighs. If they stopped there everything would be fine, but the passion behind this kiss told me they weren’t going to.

Panic set in and I pushed away from Calum. Concern washed over his face, obviously thinking he did something wrong. My breathing became labored and I stared into his eyes. “Fuck, Calum, I’m sorry.” I dropped my head into my hands, my elbows resting on my thighs. “I, uh, think we should talk.” He asked me aloud if he did something wrong. My head shook in my hands. “No, I just need to tell you something about myself.” The tears welled up in my eyes and I licked my lips. He stood quiet and placed his hand on my shoulder. He stayed quiet waiting for me to explain.

My heart pounded in my ears as I thought about the best way to start this. I dropped my hands from my face and looked forward, tears rolling down my face, “Four years ago, I was in a horrible car accident.” I finally met Calum’s gaze, his face softened seeing the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Horrible enough that everyone was surprised I even survived. It was a drunk driver going about forty miles an hour over the speed limit and he ran a red light, and,” My voice got caught in my throat as I remembered the sound of the impact. I closed my eyes and Calum pressed his hand to my cheek, “He, uh, hit the passenger side of the car, which is the side I was on. My boyfriend at the time was driving.” I could remember Alex calling out my name, myself coming in and out of consciousness.

I stood up and Calum’s eyebrows stitched together in confusion. My fingers made their way to the waist band of the sweatpants Crystal had given me. Calum’s throat worked, obviously wondering what I was doing. “I, uh, have another pair of pants on under these. Just thought I’d disclose that first.” His face was soft, a line of tears sitting on the rim of his eyes. I pulled the sweatpants down, revealing my capri pants and the robotic prosthetic I called my leg. Calum let the tears escape from his eyes and the tears continued to roll down my face as well. “My leg was completely shattered. To the point that there wasn’t enough screws and plates in the world to fix it. So, they told me that it had to be amputated.” The back of my hand wiped the tears off my face. I felt completely naked standing in front of him.

He sat there in silence, taking in everything that I was telling him. I stood up straight, taking a breath to slow the tears, “That’s why I don’t like cars. I know that they’re necessary to get places, but it literally scares the shit out of me every time I get into one.” Calum stood up, tears falling from his eyes. He grabbed either side of my face and kissed me with more passion than the last kiss. My hands instinctually found their way to his jaw line. His lips parted from mine, “I’m so sorry, Addy. I’m so glad you are here. You are amazing, and strong. Please know that none of this changes the way I feel about you.” Before I could respond his lips were back on mine. A place I knew I was going to end up loving.

Part 3

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tokyoghoose · 4 years

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he is rough, his love tender

dabi x reader

playlist: apple juice - jessie reyez, no vacation - yam yam, nobody love you - john lennon, mardy bum - arctic monkeys*, sangria - easy life ( ft. arlo parks ), coffee for dinner - orion sun, funny you should ask - the front bottoms, hell and you - amigo the devil, cigarette duet - princess chelsea, im not a saint - billy raffoul, all the luv in my sick heart - awful tune

warnings: mentions of fighting and blood, alcohol and sex

summary: you scratch his back, he scratches yours time and time again.

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dabi is a todoroki

idk if i like this or not tbh i just wanted some touya fluff 🥺 lemme know what you think!

requests are open!

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There are many words that can describe Dabi, non of which being very kind because he himself isn't very big on the act. He's stoic and snarky and doesn't trust people easily, often opting to stay out of the spotlight and put as much distance between himself and others. He's capable of love, but with so many layers, it's almost impossible to get a drop of admiration out of him. He'd prefer is someone is begging on the knees with tears at his feet if he was going to give them an ounce of 'love', but even then it's not gentle and it sooner becomes something for him to indulge in. Consider it a favor. He's sadistic and mean and careless of others. He's cautious and careful not to get caught, even if it means backing down from a fight.

However, if you're lucky, he'll be gentle while facefucking you and he's grown partial to giving, even if he uses the excuse he likes it when you cry from the edging and beg for him to actually give you what you want. Even if he fights it, he doesn't have an excuse for when he wakes up in bed with your back pressed against his chest and an arm slung over your waist. He hates it even more when he wakes up with you looking at him like that. The look like he's the only man in the world even if he's nasty and says things he's not even sure he means anymore. You look at him like he doesn't have scares and isn't burnt on a majority of his body—like he hasn't done terrible things to get these permanent reminders. Not that they bother him, but under your gaze he starts to feel like self-conscious. It makes him roll his eyes when you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips to his shoulder before making your way down his chest.

He can't stop the tiniest of smiles from gracing gis features on those mornings.

Right now however he could be described as aggressive, irrational, and argumentative. It's a simple misunderstanding on his part, but he refuses to hear you out.

"I'm not blind, y/n. You were all over him." He keeps his chilled composure but his tone is a stark contrast. He's upset, maybe even angry at you, but more at whoever the guy you ran into on the street. He's not jealous, he's not really the type and even if he was he would never admit it. Besides, technically there's nothing between the two of you. It's an unspoken agreement and understanding that the two of you were something even if there was no exact title. Or at least that's what he thought when he cut all his other hookups off. He wants to kick himself for doing that when the two of you never talked about the situation you've found yourselves in. It's likely you never would talk about though.

"Are you even listening to me? He was asking for directions! I was trying to be nice, unlike someone." You retort, exasperated. Bastard and his selective hearing.

Dabi rolls his eyes, pushing his way past you with a irritated chuckle before waving you off.

"Yeah, whatever. I guess you being so close to him was the read his upside down, huh. I'm going for a walk."

You were about to point an accusation at him when the door lf your apartment slams shut and rattles the flat. His voice may not have raised but every yell he was holding back went straight into that action. You mutter something along the lines of, 'good, don't come back' before turning away from his exit.

———

It had been hours now, and you were beside yourself with worry. Sure, it wasn't unusual for him to be gone the day and sometimes he wouldn't even come back around to your apartment, but even then he'd send you some kind of text to make sure he's still on your mind—his words, not yours. You didn't expect him to be on your mind even when he didn't acknowledge you. You gnaw at your cheek, staring at your screen like a message would pop up. Were you wrong to think the relationship was actually going somewhere? Of course i am. It's Dabi we're talking about.

But now it's almost half past two and something about it just didn't sit right with you. Was this some kind of sick game that a higher power was playing on you? Did you really piss him off? Groaning in distress, you grip your hair and tug. This was all so exhausting, he's exhausting. What was up with this whole thing anyway and why did you even really care about what he's doing in his free time? The two of you are so alike it's sickening the more you think about it. Stubborn, always taking what you want without remorse because you can. But now what you want is slipping between your fingers and you're afraid you don't have enough power to get it back once it's gone. It makes you laugh. Who would've though the big bad y/n would be like this. The other villians would surely call you pathetic for it. Even Dabi has called you out on it whenever you got soft around him. How he's always so hard pisses you off.

You throw your phone on the coffee table, deciding to go to bed. You knew you probably wouldn't be able to get comfortable, but at least you wouldn't be waiting for a call that wouldn't be coming. Hell, you'd even be happy is he called for a simple blow job before kicking you out. He makes you weak and the sooner you accept it, the easier it'd be to live with.

You head to the bathroom to take some sleeping medication before hearing a clash in your livingroom. Whipping around, your first instinct is to shut the door and lock it. What are you doing, y/n? You're too tired to fight anyone now, you'd probably miss whatever target you tried to aim at. You look down at your hands. The most you'd be able to do is trip the breaks in the apartment and try to get a jump on whoever it is in the dark. If it's some kind of small time villian they'd probably kill you as soon as they saw you, especially when you can barely keep yourself awake. You bite your lip, going for the light above the mirrors and short-circuiting the entire apartment. You head outside the bathroom, a small burst of blue electricity coming from your hands like a torch.

"I'll light you up if you take one more step." You cringe at the waver in your voice. What was this weak display? You scoff and thrust your palm forward to emphasize the threat, seeing a hand on the floor from the little bit of light. You follow its path up to a purple, red and scarred arm. A gasp leaves you, rushing over to the body on the floor with muttered curses. He groans, rolling over before pushing you away, a hiccup coming from his lips.

"Jesus christ, Dabi. " You sit on your thighs, palms holing you up when he pushed you. You grunt, going to lift him up and onto the sofa. He pushes against you, his hand hot against your skin and you yelp. Furrowing your brows you stand, an urge to kick him coming to you but you brush it off, "fine, get yourself up while i turn the light back on."

Starting from the bathroom, the light flickers back on. You glance at the first-aid kit in the open cabinet before grabbing it and some sleeping pills despite yourself. If his touch was that hot without even using his quirk, he had to of used it intensely before.

When you walk back into the livingroom he's on the sofa, one hand gripping his side and the other adm covers his eyes from the sudden light. You want to be mad, but you can't find it in yourself to be. He looks awful. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before, you've patched him up after fights time and time again but seeing someone so strong and bad injuried and completely at their limits never ceases to surprise you. Still, you keep the firm and angered expression on your face.

"Dabi, what did you do." A statement and when he doesn't reply, you call his name again. This time he uncovers his eyes and looks up at you. Oh. He's drunk. Not only does his soft gaze give him away, but so does his breath when he opens his mouth to respond before closing it again and grunted at the sight of the first aid kit. You roll your eyes, urging him to sit up so you can take a look at what he's grabbing at on his side. He gives you a swift glare in refusal, about to push you away again. He always does.

"Fine, if you want to do this the hard way. Doesn't it ever get exhausting fighting me?"

You pull yourself over his hips, careful of the burns on his legs in case he really did go overboard with his quirk. Prying his hand away, you go to lift up his shirt and he looks away from you with a huff. What did he get himself into now? Especially so late, especially when the league definitely hasn't called on a mission because if they had you would've known about it. Looking up at him, you're eyes soften at his attempt at an angered expression. He's got to be tired. Ill patch him up and send him on his way quick.

"Why'd you come through the window?" What did you do that you can't just come to my door? Dabi takes in your tone and words, knowing them by heart by now. You never just asked what he did to get himself injuried and hurt on his 'days off'. By now there's been a long stretch of silence and his arms and legs have been wrapped up with ice pressed to them gently to cool down his temperature. If you had it way you'd have him in an ice bath to cool it down internally, but it'd be futile, especially when trying to work on stitching up the gash in his side.

"Shut up." Is all he says, turning his head to avoid your hard stare before you groaning when you purposely press into the bruising surrounding the stitches.

"I went to a bar‐"

"And? That's obvious, you'd probably still be slurring your words if I hadn't basically drowned you in water."

"Let me finish if you're going to ask, noisy bitch." He grits, earning another knuckle to the side.

"I went to a bar for a drink, okay? And i might've seen a guy I remember seeing before—only briefly— and I remembered how stupid he was because he couldn't read an upside down map. "

"Dabi-"

"When he left, I might've followed him into an alley and he might've gotten a good cut in before I could finish the job."

You press your lips into a thin line, knowing if you try to pry and scold him he'll just pick another fight. Sighing, you finish off the stitch and throw everythinf back into the kit, sliding it beside your phone on the coffee table. You move to get out of the straddle, letting his hands fall from your hips before making your way to your room to grab him a new shirt.

"You should probably get going- oh."

Dabi is already snoring lightly with his body slung around on the cushions by the time you come back in. The sight brings a sma smile to your face, shaking your head and leaving the shirr draped over the arm rest before going to put away the first-aid.

He turns, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before very loosely grasping your wrist. He's still asleep, eyes closed with steady breaths but when you go to move again, his grip tightens a bit. At least his subconscious mind speaks volumes. With a light scoff, you climb onto the sofa beside him, already aware of the neck and back pain you'll experience tomorrow. With your back to his chest, you fall into even breath with his, feeling his arm snake around your waist. If you had been awake for a minute later, you might've seen the way he peaked open an eye and the satisfied smile on his face.

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He's rough around the edges, but honestly not that bad deep down. There's obviously something there in him that craves affection after not having any for so long. It really shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did to get an earful after you walked in from a mission.

Well, limped in.

As a new member of the league, but with your potential power you were set ahead to be a fighter. The battery acid quirk has a lot of uses fortunately —or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it.

This particular mission took more out of you than you thought it would, having to recharge halfway though left you open to more injuries than you anticipated. If it wasn't for Dabi, you would've probably been chopped liver by the end. The thought sends shiver down your spine, and you could already tell it sent heat down his. A couple of wounds to the abdomen, a sprained ankle (if not broken—you couldn't exactly go to a hospital), and a head wound from when one of them threw you into a wall like a ragdoll. It makes you cringe realizing how easy it was for him to do so, you take a mental note to pick up weight lifting again.

Dabi threw you on his back and carried you out of the place when the battle was done, throwing you down in tbe hideout to listen to Shiggy's notes. Not that he cared , but he knew you'd get chewed out for your injuries by someone there. Once it was done however, you and him trudge back to your apartment in eerie silence.

Now as you push open the door and practically fall into the kitchen, he simply grips you by the arm to steady your feet. He grunts, mumbling under his breath before motioning you to follow him to the bathroom. By now, he knew how to stitch you up—or at least in theory he did.

"I don't need your help. I know you don't want to be here anyway, and I don't need a lecture."

You aren't sure where the bark came from, but it carried no bite as you stalk into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. Dabi rolls his eyes, sending a glare your way to shut you up.

"Shut up and strip." He grumbles, preferring the silence now that he had said what he needed to. More criticism and harsh words than anything, but you've learned to take them with a grain of salt. It's not that he's jealous, just... protective (at least that's what dabi tells himself). He gathers up some bandages and a rag while you strip your shirt and roll up your pants leg.

He works his way top to bottom, starting with your cut forehead, careful with the rag around your hairline, he'd have to get the back of your head in the shower. It's different when he patches you up compared to when you return the favor and you can't help but to feel bad everytime. You would pry for information out of him and accuse him of trying to hurt himself, reprimanding him for being so reckless even though you both know he always thinks before he acts. You just need to say something the whole time to get it across to him because it seems like everytime you say you won't do it anymore, your resolve crumbles as soon as you see him.

He's harsh with his words but gentle in his actions and after the first words tumble out of his mouth, he has nothing more to say. He's already expressed how much he hates you working with the league, even if it's in form of 'you're too weak, this should've proved that. If you're going to keep working then get stronger so I don't have to baby you.' Little do you know he doesn't mind playing doctor and taking care of you. He'd never confess such soft feelings he has in words. He doesn't think he ever will. It's the little things, too, like how he doesn't kiss you on the lips unless it's been a tough day or after he's been particularly rough in bed. You don't expect him to when you have a long way to go before he trusts you enough to get his core.

When Dabi gets to your ankle, you stop him with a tug to his hair so he'll look at you. He only glances up, going back to inspecting it. It seemed like a second degree sprain from the bruising around the tender flesh. He reaches up to the counter to grab something to wrap it.

"Dabi."

He hums in acknowledgment, beginning to wrap your ankle up enough to where you can walk until they can get real medical help for the injury. You repeat yourself and this time he makes eye contact, taping the fabric down.

Your eyes betray you, speaking words you were hesitant to. What are you doing, Dabi? He grunts when his joints pop from his crouched position to lean over you before nodding to the tub and gettjng a new rag.

"Make sure to keep your foot out of the water."

He nudges you over gently, watching you turn on the water to the desired temperature before crawling stripping all the way down and crawling in, careful of the freshly bandaged ankle. His eyes are softer now, but you don't mention it unsure if he even realizes they are. He looks almost like a kicked puppy you notice before submerging into the water. He hates how the clump of dirt and blood from your hair and head discolored the water. Allowing it to filter out first before refilling it with fresh water, he begins to gently pat at the headwound, pressing lighter everytime you wince.

He hadn't realized you were crying silent tears by the time he finishes, setting the dirty rag on the edge of the tub. If it weren't for you gripping his hand when he moved to stand, he would've just left you to unplug the tub and fix yourself up. But you did grip his hand and looked at him with puppy dog eyes, a sure sign you wanted some kind of affection from him. A rare delicacy in the relationship if it's not early morning or in the dead of night. The raven haired boy sighsz settling back down beside the tub,letting you tangle pruned fingers into his hair before pulling him into a kiss. It doesn't take long for him to full submit to it, takinf charge of the weak affection to gently bruise your lips.

He unplugs the tub and pulls you out, tossing you a towel before leading the way to the bedroom. It's not long before exhaustion takes over both of you, pushing you towards the bed for some much needed rest without being prompted.

Tonight, however, he holds you a bit closer.

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onlynight-onlylight · 3 years

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Encounter

Words: 2,6K

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slice of life, Stranger to lover (?)

Summary: You will never know when and where love comes to you. Moreover when it comes from a perfect man that everyone adores.

Note: I’m surprised myself when writing this short fic of Jin. I didn’t expect the story to be like this haha. I write this for Jin’s birthday which is next week!!! And this is my first time to write after a looooong time so I hope it’s not too awkward.

Dani: Are you free today?

The very first message I check in the morning comes from my best friend. I make sure that today is Saturday before I send a reply.

Me: Yeah. Why?

Dani: I bet you haven’t check the group chat yet. Seonho asks us to meet today, reunion with hidden agenda I guess.

I open an active group chat consists of my high school friends. We actually don’t talk often but we always give each others’ updates to maintain good relationship. I scroll a little bit because everyone is sending message. When I see a picture, I finally understand the hidden agenda Dani’s told me just now. Seonho is getting married. Seonho, my biggest crush during high school.

“Are you coming?” Seokyung & Dani are on the way to the café. Some of friends will meet today, for the sake of reunion, and for early celebration of Seonho’s wedding. These girls have been my up and down when trying my best to keep my secret crush hidden. I’ve said to them many times that the silly crush is gone now, but I can’t lie that something does feel strange. And now they unnecessary worry about me.

“Of course. Call me again when you arrive, I’m at the nearby park.”

“Going out with your camera again?”

“Yes. I don’t want to waste a good day like this”

“Okay. Don’t stay under the sun too long”

I walk around the park, following the line of trees. It’s getting warmer as welcoming spring season but sometime the wind is still too cold for me. I take some pictures when find something that catch my eyes. It’s always entertaining to watch people’s interaction. I often sit alone and enjoy the breeze. It helps me clearing my mind when days feel too rough. Sometimes, I get bonus to see beautiful faces for my camera to catch. Just like that one particular man who just walks out from the café. He must be model or actor to have that gorgeous face and perfect proportion.

I take few pictures of him. I know they will turn out good even though I don’t take its properly. It’s surely not because I’m a good photographer but the object. It makes me smile. It will be nice to get this kind of pictures every time I shoot.

*Dani calling*

It’s time to be back to reality.

I make a promise earlier that whatever happened today it won’t break me down, not again. I might like him in the past but it’s all in the past. He will forever see me as a friend and I know that from the very start. I know it well. But it’s just I get a closure that I needed today when I get his wedding invitation. I can hold it well in front of him and my friends. But somehow, a tear escapes from my eye.

I look at the film camera I bring today. I want to make memories with them, with Seonho too, using his camera so I cannot have second thought after the photo taken and delete it. This should be one of ways for me to toughen myself and be true to my own words. I’ve done liking Seonho and only see him as a friend.

I still have 5 frames to go. I take a deep breath and snap a shot of the upper part of the building together with the clear sky. Long sigh comes out, I really don’t want to cry but it keeps falling.

“Are you okay?” asks a man from a bench away. It startles me and surprisingly stops me from crying.

“I know it’s not my business but I think you need this” says the man who is standing a step away. I look at him while wiping the tear stain.

“I’m fine”

“I just purchase it from the vending machine if you don’t believe me. I don’t have any bad intention. I just feel bad to see you sad and this sweet drink should make you a little bit better”

He is very good looking. No, extremely handsome. He surely has his way with words but I still keep my guard up. These days, many criminals disguise as kind looking or educated person.

“You can take a picture of me as proof later on, if I really do something bad to you”

He, once again, push the cold drink to me and back to his bench again. He opens his bottle and drink it like a commercial. I can’t help a small smile when see him do that. He is surely a weird guy.

“I’m ready to pose if you really want to take a picture though”

“Okay, just in case”

I bring my film camera to my eyes and capture a very clear shape of his face.

“One more with your phone. You can send it to your friend ‘just in case’ I steal your phone later” he says while striking another pose. I shake my head. I do not expect laughing at the very moment.

I fulfill his request to take his picture with my phone camera and show him the result. I really hope he is not a bad guy because it will be a shame for his beautiful face and such a wit.

“Thank you” I say to him before drinking. My heart feels a little bit lighter than earlier.

“Will you post you pictures online? Hmm maybe on instagram?”

“I don’t know”

“I give a permission to post my pictures on your page then, no need to thank me”

I laugh for the second time. This time he laughs with me. Why someone bother to stop, spend his time for a poor looking stranger and make her laugh? I mean, we are strangers, we don’t know each other, less care for each other.

He, now, moves to my bench and sit on the other edge.

“I’m Seokjin, you can call me Jin. You can to not tell me your name now, but do me a favor”

“What is it?”

“When I find you, I mean my picture on your SNS, you cannot decline my offer for coffee or dinner if you don’t drink coffee”

“Okay”

“Be prepare for our second date” he says before leaving me all smiley on the park.

When he’s far enough from my sight, I just realize. He’s the man I saw this afternoon. The living sculpture that makes my pictures look better. I shake my head in disbelief. I’m expecting our next meeting to come.

10/10

This is the last picture of my happiness project. A pleasant encounter. Thank you.

seonho__kim Oh? Who’s this? You hide your new boyfriend from me?

kyungie_SK YOU MEET HANDSOME MAN IN SECRET!? WHATTA BESTFRIEND!!

DDDani is he… Jin sunbae? You two ...?

KSJin92 I cant tell which one is better, the photographer or the model, should we discuss it over a coffee? Or dinner? Your call.

The minute after I post Seokjin picture, everyone’s being wild. My bestfriends are being so loud on our private group chat. Sending all text in capital letters, sending all threating meme stocks they have on their phone. They demand me to explain in details how, when, why regarding Seokjin. I have to ignore those texts as I have to back to work. I know once I start replying them, they will never let me to stop until they satisfied. I receive DM notification from the source of this phenomenon right before I out it back to my pocket.

Jin: I know I offer coffee or dinner, but I wait for a long time just for coffee.. I know this Japanese restaurant that has superb menu and deserves all those Michelin star, so… will you be free on tomorrow?

Me: That sounds very promising and I have no reason to refuse, don’t I?

Jin: Great. 010 XXX XXXX This is my number, text me your office address and I’ll pick you up. See you soon ;)

Right after works, Seokyung and Dani ask me to meet them in chicken restaurant near our highschool. It’s our favorite restaurant to go whenever we want to fulfill our stomach while gossiping.

“I don’t believe how small this world is. How can you and Jin sunbae meet? He is ‘the sunbae’ I told you guys before” Dani seems excited and amazed at the same time. Dani works at the finance consulting company for 2 years now and Seokjin is his senior in different department.

“The famous sunbae?” ask Seokyung. Dani nods quickly. Me and Seokyung remember how Dani describe this man to us the first week she got the job. The idol of her company, who has many admirers from intern to senior staffs.

“I met him at the park last time, we talked a little and he asked me to take his picture”

“But how? And why?”

That’s exactly my questions too. Compared to him, I’m just an average looking woman, and a stranger. He must have work with many beautiful women in daily. I shrug my shoulder to answer them.

“It just happened”

“Is he a weirdo? I know he is handsome, but it doesn’t mean he is a good guy” Seokyung states her opinion with doubtful face.

“He. Is. The. Perfect. Guy” Dani says.

“He is very kind to others, well-mannered and smart. He is professional at work, no matter how friendly he is, he will be strict to those who make mistakes. During our company’s dinner, he can make everyone’s laugh with his dad jokes. I don’t think you can fake that one, no?”

“So… it will be fine if I meet him again, right?” ask me to both of my bestfriends.

“Totally fine”

“I think so”

They answer at the same time. They look at each other and laugh.

“That’s the fastest answer I ever heard from you too”

“I wish you to have boyfriend for what.. 2 years? It’s the perfect time to start again, you know” said Dani with a smile.

I’ve tried to have romantic relationship with other men before this but it never stays long. I was happy with them, everything goes smoothly. However, at some points, we both know that I cannot love them like they love me.

“Do you think it will work out this time, with Seokjin?”

“We won’t know for sure, but we wish you to be happy”

I also wish myself to be happy, happier.

Spending time with Jin is always entertaining. He knows his choice of words will lighten up the mood between us whenever we’re going out. He never seems out of topic or makes me losing interest. When I talk, he will attentively listen. Most of times he introduces me to all of his favorite restaurants in the city. Sometimes, he will accompany me taking pictures for my new projects. We just feel very comfortable to have each other around.

“Have you tried the new ice cream parlor near your home?”

“I haven’t tried it yet but I heard it’s good. They also have opening promos this week, if I’m not mistaken”

“Then should we go there before I drop you?”

“Hmm… are you making me join your morning jogging tomorrow?”

“You can read my mind so well. I need to make an excuse so I can meet you tomorrow morning”

I hold my smile and turn my face to the window.

“Who’s taking a woman eating ice cream nearly 9 pm”

Seokjin laughs a loud. He puts the ice cream parlor’s address to his car’s GPS despite of my comment because he knows I won’t survive the temptation.

“I will let you eat the mint-choco flavor this time. How about that?”

I pretend to think for a while. We both know Jin will get what he wants, but I just want to make it looks like not too easy. I don’t want to look I like him more than I should. Considering he let me to buy mint-choco flavor after countless dates for ice cream, he must really want us to go there. He always stops me when I want to pick that particular flavor and suggest me all of other flavors before.

“Bonus. How about dinner at my place next week? I’ll show you how good I am in kitchen”

I know he doesn’t have hidden meaning in his words but I can’t help to blush. He shouldn’t know how many times I imagining to hug him. He has wide shoulder and tiny waist, deep soothing smell and a good amounts sweet talks. We always an inch away to kiss. It makes me somewhat impatient and wondering how it feels like.

“O..okay”

“Cute”

We don’t label our relationship but we are no longer stopping ourselves to touch each other with affection months ago. This time feels different from the other relationships I have before. I trust Jin from the beginning and I think I fall in love with him sooner than I expected. He, himself, is very different from men I met before but I never thought we will match very well. To be honest, I thought he’ll only play around with me. But he always proves me wrong with his actions.

Dinner at his place become a routine. He doesn’t cook every time I come over, but never let me disappointed by his chosen take-out menu. Sometimes he just wants us to watch movies with snacks. The first three dinners, he will drive me home even it’s late. But after that, he will pretend too sleepy and persuade me to sleep over. It’s not I don’t like it, but he just tortures me more than before. These days, he will just hug me once I step inside his place and won’t even let me go for more than 5 minutes. It feels like we put ourselves in internal battle, to see who stands longer in this sexual tension.

“You’re not going home tonight” he said.

“I know” I answer without looking at him.

I give up to try right after the first night I fail to force him getting up while pretend to be sleepy. I remember how cheerful he sounds when I agree to sleep over. He even let me wear his favorite green pajamas.

He pulls me closer to him till my back fully leans to his chest.

“Should I tell you my plan tonight or you already know too?”

“Hmm? What plan?”

“I call it ‘Making You Mine’ plan?”

“Making me yours?” I ask. I turn my face to see him and find him already looking at me.

We just stare to each other’s eyes for some good seconds until his eyes start to travel down. He stops at my lips and wetting his own lips. I can’t help to notice how his tongue move slowly.

“Yes. I’ll make you mine tonight” he whispers while looking back at my eyes.

My mind blanks. I can’t think other things than his lips, his body, just himself in front of me. His face comes closer and I close my eyes when I feel his soft thick lips on mine. I hold onto his arm that circles my waist.

“I forget to tell you. You’re not going to sleep either”

The perks of having best photographer in the world as your girlfriend ;)

By @.Y/N

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KSJin92 @.Y/N you’re the only one who can capture my beauty, honey, I have to show it to the world

Y/N @.KSJin92 tell me why I agree being your gf again

KSJin92 @.Y/N oh you know why… should I list all of them here? ;)

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