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rottenaero · 1 year

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AO3

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Part 6

Part 5 of the roommates idea

Okay okay, so before this starts, a lot of people have mentioned me posting this on ao3, and my question is if you guys mean it as it is, or if I should make two or three new parts to make up for the first part.

Because in the first part, we miss a lot of possible moments between Steve and Eddie since it skips to the basic idea.

This whole thing was meant to be a messy and quick way to get my ideas out, but then people ended up actually liking it, and well, I just want you guys to like the outcome.

Basically, I wanna know if I should;

A.Post it on ao3 as is

B. Post it on ao3 with two to maybe four parts instead of the original post, and have me do part six after I make those. (I'm a decently quick writer when I'm motivated, all these parts so far have been within a day or two)

C. Make the parts instead of the original post, and have this be a big one-shot on ao3(meaning it wouldn't be posted on there until this is finished)

I am really leaning towards B, just cause I wanna do those interactions (one of which would be Eddie coming out to Steve), but I wanna see what you guys think first.

This whole thing is kinda a wreck cause I don't usually post fics on Tumblr but hopefully it will get better with time.

After Dustin explains the upside down, and Eddie talks about what really happened, they come to a sort of agreement.

Eddie was to stay at the boathouse, and someone would occasionally come over with a supply of drinks and food.

Steve, of course, despised this, because Eddie is his best friend-(And who was he kidding? Goddamn crush, too)-dammit, but he let the plan go on anyway.

Before they left, Steve turned to Eddie, brows pinched together.

“Stay safe, alright? If you get hurt because you do something stupid, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Eddie laughed, loud and full, “Kinda counterproductive, aye sweetheart?”

He stopped when Steve didn’t laugh or make a joke back. “I’ll be fine, and I’ll walkie if things go to shit.”

“Good.” Steve gave him a little peck on the corner of his lips, “Don’t die, man. Can’t take care of these little shits by myself.”

He turned to face Max, and a gaping Dustin and Robin.

“Lets go, nerds”

Steve stared at the ground, unblinking.

One of his kids were gonna die.

Eddie had had apparently left the boathouse

Eddie was being hunted.

Two more students have been murdered.

He licked his lips, and his eyes flicked up to watch Powell talk about the town hall meeting.

They were royally fucked.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes widened and he turned around in time to see Dustin snatch the walkie.

“Eddie, holy shit. Are you okay?”

The walkie took a second to crackle back to life.

“Nah man, pretty uh, pretty goddamn far from okay.”

“Where is he?”Nancy asked, already halfway back into the car.

“Where are you?”

“Skull Rock, Steve knows it.”

Steve smiled, grabbing the walkie and clicking down on the button, “Hold on tight, Ed-stefer, we’re on our way.” He tossed it back to Dustin before turning to Nancy.

“I’m driving.”

She scrunched her nose, but didn’t question it and swapped to the passenger's side.

“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re leading us the wrong way.”

“It’s North, I’m positive! I checked the map.”

Steve sighed and pinched his nose, “This is literally Eddie and I’s spot, we come here all the time.”

“That doesn’t have to do with it being a make-out spot, does it?” Lucas asked hesitantly from his spot in the back.

“Jesus, no Sinclair, this does not have to do with- Eddie and I are just friends.”

Robin scoffed, “Didn’t you kiss him earlier?” She asked.

“As friends. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“Right, but you like him like that, though?”

“Oh wow, suddenly we’re here, y’know, at the place you said we weren’t gonna end up at?” Steve yelped, gesturing broadly at the rocks around him.

Lucas has to physically bite his lip to keep from mentioning that he had absolutely picked that up from Eddie, or that Eddie had picked it up from him.

“See? You little butthead, I was right.”

Theres a rustle of leaves and then,

“I concur, you, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

Steve turned to face the man and almost collapsed in relief, hes not hurt.

“Jesus Eddie, we thought you were a goner.” Dustin sighed, as he made his way past Steve to hug Eddie.

“Yeah, me too man. Me too.”

The hug goes on for maybe ten seconds before Eddie’s pulling back and bringing Steve into a side one, you know, like some kind of dad. “I tried calling you guys, but uh…”

His face turned sheepish and he stepped back a bit to grab some water from a canister. “My walkie was busted, man.”

“Drenched.” He adds in after a second, laughing a bit.

He took another sip from the bottle before wiping and extra drops away from his mouth. “So, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently. I ran.” He let out another laugh, this one was a little bit more self-deprecating.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack.”

Eddie perked up, and grabbed at his wrist, “ Yeah, no, I um, know exactly what time it was.”

He held up a watch, the dials on it weren’t moving. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

“9:27…”

“Same times our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin says, and her eyes light up like she connected the dots.

Steve hadn’t, “Which means what exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

Steve half-zoned out, silently going through the events in his head, while maintaining conversation.

“Skull Rock was North.”

“An electromagnetic field.”

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Steve tuned back in, a hundred percent now. He turned to look at Eddie, who was still crouching, and damn how did his back not hurt?

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor,” Steve perked up, he kind of knew this one, “-which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea.”

And Steve nodded along, because yeah, this was a terrible idea.

“But uh, the Shire, the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.”

He whistled at Eddie when everyone got up, and he was by Steve’s side in seconds.

“You’re not hurt or anything, are you? Cause you don’t look it but…”He trailed off, and Eddie grinned.

“I am all-good Steve-O.” Steve nodded, “Good, good.”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from right next to him, “Were you, perhaps, worried?!” Steve kicked a rock instead of answering.

It just made Eddie’s grin widen further.

“You totally were! Stevie Harrington, The-Former-King-Of-Hawkins turned sweetheart, worrying over lil-ol-Eddie-The-Freak-Munson!”

Steve scoffed, “ First off, I’d like to think I’ve always been a sweetheart, second off, keep it in your pants, dude.”

Eddie cackled, leaning into his side, “Yeah, yeah! You’re right. You’ve kinda been like that for the past two years, Mr.Eddie-Cant-Carry-A-Fucking-Hot-Pan-Anymore.” He laughed, ignoring the second part of Steve’s statement.

He huffed, “Just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Eddie booped his nose, “Yeah yeah, you’re just you like that.”

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hannie-dul-set · 10 months

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who in enhypen would agree to platonically kiss you.

because i feel like i have to do this for every group i write, so expect me to word vomit a tubatu version soon after this one.

seventeen ver. / 127 ver. / dream ver.

heeseung: honestly you thought he'd agree without a second thought, but a smirk suddenly plays on his lips and he pulls out the "what if i don't want to? what are you gonna do?" and you'd rather die than have him bask in your mortification, so you turn around. run away. try to run away, but the bitch suddenly pulls you into his lap and oh. you can feel his breath on your lips. his grip is firm on your waist. you're actually about to fucking kiss him BUT— "ah. sorry. i changed my mind." | rating: 0/10 but maybe if u change ur tune from platonic to romantic, then he'd agree.

jay: "can i think about it first?" jay isn't one to jump into hasty decisions, especially one that can permanently change the trajectory of your ten year long friendship for better or for worse just so you can make some hairless bitch jealous. he thinks about it. he's thinking. he's thinking very hard about it, until one day he finally says okay "okay" "? okay what?" "let's make out" "??? jay i asked u that favor five months ago what do u—" | rating: 5/10 delayed but u got him?? to kiss u??? but??? now u have a new problem because park jongseong, what are we?

jake: he knows you kissed him at the party last night to get ur cheating ex off ur ass. he knows that and he was totally, 100% completely fine with it. he can totally pretend like nothing happened. absolutely. just doing a friend a favor. a buddy. a pal. a good 'ol mate. that is until exactly one month passes by and he suddenly says "oh damn haha happy kissmonthsary babe u have any more exes to drive away hahaha just asking haha." | rating: 8/10 you're sure a kissmonthsary doesn't exist, but how can u deny him when he's twiddling his fingers like a schoolgirl with a first crush.

sunghoon: flustered flustered flustered "i'm sorry? haha i mean ofc u want to kiss me who wouldn't hahhahaha anw ur joking right—" you aren't. sunghoon starts sweating and he's nervous and about to piss himself because if he says no, you're gonna think he's a LOSER (you already know he's a loser) a big fucking LOSER (sunghoon, you are a loser). | rating: 3/10 on the first try because the moment your lips touched he turned into stone. he may be a loser but he's a prideful loser so expect his score to increase with each try at his insistence.

sunoo: "hey sunoo, i need ur help. can i ki—" cue his aggressive side eye. cue the absolute look of disgust on his face at the mere insinuation that you want to kiss him without strings attached. how dare you. | rating: 1/10 because you did get to kiss him in the end. you did. but before that you had to ask permission from his parents (heeseung and jake), you had to meet his actual parents, you had to exchange vows at the altar, and— wait this isn't exactly platonic anymore isn't it?

jungwon: jokes on u jungwon orchestrated the whole thing that'll lead you to asking him. he gave you a lipstick as birthday present and he's like "sorry haha i'm not sure if it's a good one the saleslady said it doesn't smudge but idk." there it goes. seed planted. all that's left is for you to ask him if he....wants to help u test it out.....yanno.....as friends. and before you know it the red tint is now smudged between your lips and his, smiling victoriously into your mouth because yes. his plan worked. | rating: 10/10 because you suddenly have a dozen new lip products and "hey. should we test if these also smudge or not?"

ni-ki: "oh sure. go ahead." he agrees to it SO easily that you suspicious, eyes narrowed, but you set it aside for now and lean closer to his face but WOOSH. he's swerved away. "riki stay still, what are u—" WHOOSH. he's five steps away. you see the look on his face. the shit eating grin saying, if you wanna kiss me, come and get it and oh it's on, nishimura. | rating: 2/10 because you end up chasing him all over the parking lot and jake asked if he can join your game of tag.

#happy kissmonthsary #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung x reader #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #im too lazy to add tags this is enough ig

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theholypeanut · 6 days

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HIORI YO X GRUMPY AND SUNSHINE

Peanut's Wheel of Fortune Event

Plot: Hiori, The Ice Prince, and you, the school Sunshine: you couldn't be more different - and yet, it works, your friendship. Or should we call it what it is: two dum dums in love.

CW: 2k words, Hiori tsundereeee (fight me), clueless!reader not getting any signs,two idiots in love, friends to lovers, stupid x even more stupid, teasing, flirting, reader loves gacha, fluff, gn!reader, Hiori has game at the end, pulling uno reverse on reader

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On the first day of high school, you sat next to Hiori. When you saw him for the first time, your immediate thought was how extremely gorgeous his face was: he looked like a precious porcelain doll. He was so beautiful, that, to be honest, for the first month you wondered if he was just a tomboy who refused to wear a girl's uniform. He never talked to anyone, just sat on his Nintendo Switch or looked through the window his headphones on. You barely exchanged a word during the first semester.

But after a certain incident just before the summer holidays, your approach changed. It was a hot day, you could almost feel your uniform melting into your skin, and you just wanted to die. You already had a reputation at school for being the "sunshine" of the class, always cheerful and loud, cracking jokes and sometimes talking back to the teacher in a way that made the whole class burst out laughing. Even though you sat next to Hiori most of the time, he was probably the person you talked to the least - not by choice, he just seemed to ignore you on purpose. At first the girls in the class tried to get close to him, obviously smitten by his beautiful face and promising football career, but when he barely noticed them and rudely ignored their attempts, they let it go and it fuelled his reputation as the „Ice Prince”. But you didn't mind. To be fair, apart from being a quiet person, Hiori was never really mean to anyone. He was not a bad person. You chose not to bother him, not to push him out of his comfort zone, and he ignored you.

But this time, as you lay down on your desk during your break, as you always do, you couldn't help but take a long look at your classmate. He was playing a game on a console, with headphones on. His eyelashes were ridiculously long, and his features were so delicate that he looked like a flower, like a...

"You're not very subtle, are you?" You heard his voice as you noticed Hiori taking off his headphones. He looked at you with a visible frown. You made eye contact, feeling like a summer heat was already scrambling your brain, getting rid of any possible embarrassment. „Have anyone told you you look like a periwinkle?” He blinked. „Like… what?”

„A flower. You look like this pretty blue flowers you can sometimes see in botanical gardens.”

He sat there, stunned, his expression hard to read. Without an answer from him, still with your face on the desk, you didn't look away.

„Honestly I didn’t know people as pretty as you are even real” you said without thinking, seeing that his face getting visibly red. He looked away, which made your heart beat a little faster. Was he...?

"Did the sun fry your brain?" He mumbled, trying his best to stay out of your sight. But you knew what you saw. Hiori Yo, an Ice Prince, was blushing. And that was the moment, you made an unconscious decision, to start actively bother him for the rest of your high school career: if it meant seeing that expression again.

And that was also a beginning of a beautiful friendship.

In your second year of high school, you ended up in the same class again, seemingly thrown together by fate. Everyone at school speculated that you two had been dating for months, The Sunshine and The Ice Prince: isn’t it the cutest combination? Hiori never bothered to explain that you were not dating, and at best you were "very close friends". This was because of two things: firstly, you were his close friend, but every now and then he doubted that he was yours. You were always so bright and smiling, so nice to everyone, with so many friends wherever you went. Sometimes he wondered if something happened to you, or if you were in trouble, would he be the first person you'd call? He wanted that to be the case, but he couldn't be sure, which made him... jealous. And that was the second reason: Hiori Yo, the Ice Prince, would never, ever admit that he never denied having a relationship with you, because he simply wished it to be true. Was he stupid? Naive? Maybe. But to be honest with himself, he couldn't imagine not falling in love with you.

What was even more annoying, though, was that you couldn't have been more dense. Hiori was never the type to show his affection in a straightforward way, but he had his moments: he helped you when you were struggling with heavy things, he helped you with quests in a game (you started to get into it just to have more topics to talk about), he bought wired headphones just so he could listen to music with you: nothing. You just smile and comment on what a softie he is, which makes him blush, and you can't take a damn hint. You were hopeless. Sometimes he felt you liked him back, just by the teasing words you said or the casual touch of his hair (the day you tucked his hair behind his ear without warning is still fresh in his mind and makes his heart skip a beat before he falls asleep). The worst part was when he was embarrassed, all Hiori could come up with was some mean or sarcastic comment. But you read so many romance mangas, how could you not understand that? The day Hiori saw a random guy from the basketball team confessing to you was the day he decided he had to do something. You politely rejected that clown, but that didn't let the blue-haired prince relax for long. The idea of confessing scared him, but the thought of you seeing someone else made his heart sink. However, he knew far more about you than any other boy ever could: and he planned to use that to his advantage. If he was too embarrassed to confess, perhaps he could charm you into falling for him and confessing first? The plan wasn't that simple, but it was worth a try.

When you got back to class, having answered all the embarrassing questions about your confession, you sat next to Hiori with a sigh of relief. On days like that, you were grateful for how cold Hiori was. He wouldn't even look at you, let alone ask for all the details about the poor basketball boy. But to your surprise, in the middle of the lesson, you felt a small piece of paper slip close to your hand. "Are you free after school today?" It was written in familiar handwriting. You smiled. "I'm always available for you" you drew a tiny heart at the end. Since last year, of course, you enjoyed teasing Hiori with flirtatious lines whenever you got the chance. At this point you couldn't even stop yourself if you tried, it was like breathing. "There's a new gacha machine in the arcade. Want to go?" He wrote back, not even blushing at your message. A bit disappointing, but Hiori rarely invited you first, if you ever hung out it was at your initiative, so you were still excited. Not to mention that you really enjoyed gachas. "It's a date" you wrote back without thinking any further. You couldn’t hide your excitement for the rest of the day.

When you came out of the school gate, you looked at your friend.

"It's something new that you don't have football training today" he just looked away when he heard your words. "Practice was cancelled" he mumbled in a tone that clearly showed the conversation was over. You walked in silence for a longer second before he started: "So... the basketball guy, huh?" He changed the subject, which only made you sigh.

"Please, don't even start. I'm not even sure what that guy's name is. I don't think we've spoken more than once. It's embarrassing."

Hiori looked at you carefully.

"Yes, but have you ever thought that maybe that's enough?"

You looked at him in surprise.

"Enough for what?" You raised your eyebrow.

"To fall in love with you" he said without looking away. No matter how you looked at it, Hiori was a different person today. Saying something like that in such a serious tone and not looking away in embarrassment did not seem like him. He never really wanted to talk about romance or love. Just games and football. He left you speechless until you saw the entrance to the familiar arcade.

It was surprisingly crowded for a Tuesday evening, and at certain points you had to squeeze in between sweaty boys of all ages. You felt someone grab your hand. Before you could scream 'pervert', you realised it was only the blue-haired boy.

"Don't get lost" he said in a neutral tone and pulled you out of the crowd. The gacha area was still mostly occupied, but the target audience had changed drastically: now you were surrounded by teenage girls. Hiori pointed to one of the machines further back. As you followed in that direction, you gasped in surprise.

"No way!" You said as you approached the machine. It was one of your favourite series of all time, one of those niche things that were not popular enough to deserve a proper merch. Still holding your hand, Hiori, finally a little embarrassed, handed you a coin. For a second, you seriously considered that maybe you had forgotten your own birthday, because everything felt too perfect.

"Are you going to get one too?" You asked, spinning the wheel to get your beloved little trinket.

"What?" He asked, distracted.

"We should get matching ones" you said with a smile, taking the ball out. „I’ve always wanted to have matching keychains”

He smiled softly and took another coin out of his pocket. "You better not cry later that mine's cuter" he teased.

It felt so wholesome and cosy, just perfect. The bickering, the teasing, the little gestures he made to you always made you feel warm inside. And here you are, laughing and comparing the keychains you got, so close you could smell the detergent on his uniform. You were much more aware of his presence because you couldn't help but feel shy, Hiori still holding your hand all the time. You tried to remember the last time you did it, but your mind just went blank: it was the first time you had held hands since you became friends. And even more surprisingly, on his own initiative. But you couldn't complain. Considering his constant training, you expected his hands to be more calloused, but they were soft and large, and you just realised that you really wished this moment wouldn't end. „Do you want to get out of here?” His voice brought you back down to earth. You raised an eyebrow.

"Where do you want to go?" You asked, moving towards the exit. To your surprise, he grinned.

"Where would you like to go? It's your date as much as mine" he said calmly. "Good question, would you like to get something to eat? There's this…" you stopped, processing his words. You turned to face him, only to notice that he was looking away awkwardly. "You…" you started, not knowing where to go with the sentence. You felt your face grow hot.

"If you don't want this to be a date, maybe you should let go of my hand, you know" he said, still avoiding your eyes. You two must look so ridiculous: two people, holding hands, avoiding each other's eyes, all blushing. After you didn't answer, the blue-haired boy started to gently pull his hand away from yours, which only made you grip it tighter.

"Stop it" you said, unable to control how red your face was. You cleared your throat. "Let's get some ramen, shall we?"

Hiori finally looked at you, with the softest eyes. Too bad you were still too embarrassed to look back and notice.

"Sounds perfect to me."

#🥠#dividers by benkaibear #blue lock #bllk #hiori yo #bllk hiori #hiori yo x reader #blue lock smau #blue lock x you #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock hiori #hiori yo x you #blue lock imagines

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vioartemis · 7 months

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Mine (part 2)

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: Your girlfriend's stalker seems to know a lot about your breakup with Enid... Part 1 || Part 2 Warnings: none a/n: I struggle writing lately, but I'll try to motivate myself more because I have so many ideas 😭 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

A few months after you started dating Wednesday, you discovered your girlfriend had a stalker. Neither of you had an idea of who it could be, but one thing was clear: this person was up to no good.

The raven had already been threatened multiple times by her stalker but didn't pay any attention to it, thinking it was just a prank. It was only when her stalker started threatening to hurt you that she started to be worried.

You were her whole life, her reason to live. She couldn't lose you; she wouldn't know what to do without you. Now that she had you, she was ready to do everything in her power to make sure you would remain hers. Forever.

Her only problem was she didn't know who the stalker was. Usually, she would have just investigated to figure it out, but she couldn't bring you with her, knowing it might be dangerous. She also couldn't let you alone while she was away, that would give the stalker a good opportunity to hurt you.

In this moment, she almost regretted you had no friends anymore. Almost. She still believed she was all you needed.

When she had to leave you, even for a short amount of time, she would ask Thing to stay and keep an eye on you, to make sure you were safe.

What she didn't know was that the stalker -whoever it was- had no intention to harm you. Not physically at least. Of course not. Even if you were to die, the pain caused to Wednesday wouldn't be enough. She had to suffer. And they had found the perfect way to do so.

One day when Weems had called Wednesday in her office, you received a text from an unknown number.

'Your girlfriend is a toxic, manipulative liar. Here are the 'proofs' of Enid cheating on you. It's Wednesday who edited the pictures and sent them to you.'

You couldn't believe your eyes. Even with the screenshots sent by the stalker -because it was obviously them- you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to.

You decided to wait until your girlfriend got back from Weems' office and confront her.

"I'm back my love, did something happen while I was gone?" she asked right away, as per usual, the second she stepped into the room

"Actually... yes, something happened. I uh... I received a text, probably from the stalker"

Wednesday snapped her head at you the moment she heard the 'yes', blinking.

"What? Show me."

You purposefully held the phone away from her.

"Answer me first; were you the one who sent me the pictures of Enid 'cheating on me'?" you asked as calmly as you could

She certainly was taken aback by your sudden question, and it was clear she was thinking of the best answer to give you.

She could lie to you, tell you she didn’t do anything. But if you had real evidence, you would hate her if she lied. More than you would hate her if you knew what she’d done.

She was going to have to tell you the truth, it was the best thing to do to make sure she wouldn’t lose you.

"Yes. It was me."

You felt your heart sink at her words. You would've never thought she would do something like that.

"... Why?"

"It was for your own good, Y/n, I-"

"For my own good? You hurt me for my own good?" you cut her off, your anger building up "You ruined a perfectly good and healthy relationship that made me happy!"

"She wouldn't have made you happy a long time. You were not meant to be. I know I am the one for you. Aren't you more happy with me, cara mia?"

She spoke calmy and took your hand in hers softly. This simple touch was almost enough to calm you down.

"I am. But this... this is not healthy. Everything is based on a lie..."

"I did it for you. For us."

"No. No. You did it for you."

The anger was back, and made you snatch your hand away from hers before continuing.

"It was never about me. You just couldn't bear to see me with someone else. You had to have me all for yourself, didn't you? No matter how that would hurt me."

"No, that is not-"

"It is. It's exactly what it is. You're just selfish, Wednesday. Did you ever even considered the fact that I might not develop feelings for you? That you might have ruined my life?"

She did not consider it, not even once. She was sure you would love her because you were meant to be, weren't you? She could feel it. She couldn't explain it, but she knew you were made for her and vice versa.

She believed you were her soulmate, but she never realized she might not be yours. That would be cruel. And not how she liked it.

"Y/n-"

"No." you raised your hand and grabbed your bag "I'm going to my dorm. Don't follow me."

You didn't let her say anything else and stormed out of her room. You were angry and felt betrayed. You just wanted to be alone.

Wednesday watched you leave, her stomach twisted uncomfortably. She wanted to follow you, to call you back, to do anything to make sure she wasn't losing you. But you told her not to, and it would upset you more if she did.

She couldn't lose you. Not now, not after everything she'd done. You loved her, she knew it. Yet, she couldn't help but feel nervous. What if you went to Enid? What if she still loved you and tried to get you back?

She didn't have news of you for the next two days. You were doing your best to avoid her, and she didn't like it. It was torture -and not the good kind.

It was torture for you too, as much as you hated to admit it. You missed her so much. It was almost concerning how fast she got you addicted to her. You wanted to come back to her, hug her, kiss her... But you were mad she lied to you. And you wanted her to understand that.

But again, you missed her. So so much. You had trouble sleeping at night without her, and during the day you just missed her sarcastic remarks, the feeling of her hand in yours, the way she looks at you like you're the eighth wonder of the world.

You just couldn't stay away from her any longer.

You barged in her dorm after classes that day and grabbed her face to kiss her, not even letting her the time to understand what was happening.

She was taken aback by your sudden arrival after three days without even looking at her, but that meant you weren't leaving her, and that was the most important to her.

She held you close, hands on your waist, while she kissed you back. She'd missed that as much as you did.

After a moment, you pulled away.

"I'm still mad at you. But I just can't seem to be without you..."

"Cara mia-"

"No, let me talk, please"

Your girlfriend looked at you and nodded, a bit nervous about what you were about to say next.

"No more lies, and no more things like that, okay?"

"Of course, mi amor. I promise you I will be fully transparent now."

You smile at her words.

"Okay, I believe you. I love you Wednesday"

She nodded at your answer. She was relieved that you believed her, that you still loved her.

If she was determined to discover who her stalker was before, now she was ready to do everything in her power to figure it out. Whoever it was, they tried to take you away from her. And that she would not forgive.

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ashiemochi · 5 months

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bestie, I ain’t gonna lie - I’m very hungover at work for reasons I’ve already told you

Can I have a comfort drabble of Leon taking care of an icky and hungover reader 😭 I’m dying

You were promoted -- and that was all it took to convince you to invite Leon for a celebratory night out with loads of drinks and snacks. Leon tried to convince you that there was no need for you to take care of the bill, but you were stubborn.

"You always buy drinks for me, so it's my turn!"

You really just wanted a reason to spoil him instead.

One drink turned to two, then to three, then to four, and then more.

You weren't shooting for that many drinks, but Leon kept going as if he didn't have a liver. You knew about his high tolerance for alcohol and his history with drinking, but it seemed like he learned how to not relapse.

And maybe he didn't drink as much as you. Maybe it was him just taking small sips and enjoying the beverage unlike you who was going all out for the weekend. You were calling the shots (and downing them) as Leon casually busied himself with his Brandy and the small cup of peanuts.

You'd ramble about random things that didn't make sense with those red cheeks of yours and those drunken and slurred giggles. Leon was just as happy as you were about the promotion -- though let's be honest, his monthly paycheck was your whole year salary.

And more.

Even when you went to dance with some friends from work, Leon chose to stay by the bar. It wasn't like he hated dancing or mingling with the crowd -- if it's with you, he'd recreate a whole Step-Up scene. If it's with you, then he'd do anything.

But from his spot, Leon sat quietly with a drink in hand, his eyes trained on your swaying form like a hawk. In both lustful and protective ways -- and love.

So, when the night ended and morning came, Leon was still there for you. Though he didn't know how someone like you could vomit that much.

"Fuck me, I'm going to dieeee..."

Leon bit back a snicker as he held your hair back, inwardly cringing at the sounds of you emptying your guts. You didn't even manage to open your eyes before you found yourself rushing to the bathroom with a pounding headache.

For a split second, you even thought you passed out but it was just your legs giving out from the sudden movements of hopping out of bed. And because you were extremely hungover, but that's beside the point.

You were dying.

"No, you're not going to die." Leon rolled his eyes lightheartedly at your dramatic nature, his hand rubbing your back, "You're just hungover. It'll pass."

"You mean... I'll pass away..." You drawled, your voice croaky and still heavy with sleep.

Leon chuckled and that made you straighten up a bit, turning your head slightly to look over at him and he cocked up a brow at the scowl on your face.

"What?"

"You're laughing at me..." You mumbled, "You think this is funny?"

"Absolutely not, baby," Leon laughed and shook his head, "I think it's very cute. You were practically drinking for the both of us last night."

"Ugh... I knew it..." You moaned, dropping your forehead to your arm that was resting on the toilet seat, "You didn't drink shit."

"I did, just not as much as you." Leon pointed out, leaning forward to press a quick kiss on your head, "C'mon. Luckily for you, I know exactly the right things to do in this situation."

"Die?"

"Not even close."

Leon was a gentleman. First things first was to get you some rest to get rid of that headache. He got you some painkillers and water, emphasizing you finish the whole cup. It was one of the few moments where he'd be stern with you.

Only during the times when you wouldn't be taking care of yourself.

Next thing was food. By the time you woke up, it was in the afternoon and you were starving if not still a bit nauseous. So, for something light on the stomach but filling, Leon made some chicken noodle soup.

A banana smoothie too for the hangover to dissipate completely.

Third, a hot shower which Leon turned it into a hot bath instead as you were a bit lightheaded still.

By the end of the night, Leon had you all snuggled up against him on the couch in your comfy clothes with nothing but some ice cream and even more water.

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kaiso-woo · 5 months

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You Helping, or What?

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-> Masterlist

PART 8 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 5k | Synopsis: You've arrived in Korea! And you say some... stuff... that sets off a chain of events where Chris is a little wild. You’re kinda delulu too- for a bit.

Notes: SUGGESTIVE AF, Borderline Smut (Phone Call? Chris is being a tease??), Kisses- uh uhm yeah, Fluff, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... Da...ddy?? etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - NO MENTION IN THIS FIC

PART 8

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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You take a steadying breath and snap a picture of your surroundings as you hop off the plane, hand grasped tightly on your bag strap. You’re finally about to start a new chapter of your life, right here in Korea, with Chris by your side. Swiftly, you move to the side so you’re out of everyone’s way and send the picture both to Chris (letting him know you’re here), and to Ashley (letting her know that you arrived safely).

Your younger friend was holding down the fort at the original Café Studio for a while, at least until you got the new one properly set up, then she’d follow you here. It was a decision she was adamant on. She didn’t want to be left behind, and you were quite relieved she was joining you in the long run. For now, Ashley would train up the new manager for that branch of the Café. This is insane.

As you’re standing there, shuffling on your feet and waiting for your luggage to roll around on the conveyor belt, a million thoughts rush through your mind. The stress of opening up a new Café is already beginning to get to you. There’s hundreds of things you need to do; go shopping for a whole new wardrobe (you had packed light), shop for furniture, hire employees, organise menus and ingredients and prices and marketing and-

“Your suitcase has just gone passed you for the second time,” someone mentions at your side. His voice jolts you out of your thoughts, and in a slightly flustered scramble, you chase after the offending possession and yank it off the belt. “Wait- how did you-” you turn back to the person, his dark eyes glinting in an amused fashion.

Despite this being the only part of his face you can see (everything is hidden behind a mask, cap and hood), you recognise him immediately.

“Christopher?!” you yell quietly, marching back over to him. You can tell he’s grinning through his mask, and you don’t think you’ve ever struggled more in your life than that moment. The urge to squeeze him tightly in a hug is so overwhelming, especially when he spreads his arms wide with a tilt of his head. You don’t though. Just stare at him in shock.

“What are you doing here?” you question, to which he rolls his eyes. In a swift movement, he takes the few steps forwards and pulls you into his arms, crushing your face into his chest and burying his own in your hair. “Hello to you too,” he grumbles playfully, and with a sigh you hug him tightly back, that familiar safety and adoration washing over you.

“I want my question answered still,” you demand. When you pull away, his hands slide down to rest comfortably on your waist and he pecks your forehead with his mask still on. “I’m picking you up obviously,” he responds with a raise of his eyebrows.

“But you shouldn’t be. You know that because you’re covered from head to toe so no one recognises you,” you reprimand, stepping away to grab the handle of your suitcase again. Chris naturally moves to take it off you, and with a little shake of your head, you let him, linking your hands together so he can lead the way.

“Yes well, this disguise does absolutely nothing if you’re not hiding away too,” Chris winks at you, and you grimace in realisation. “I’m not that famous, am I? Do I need to start disguising myself in public too?” “Oh haha, okay. Miss Girlfriend of Bahng Christopher Chahn, not that famous.”

You whine and pull your scarf up higher over your face, now self-conscious and paranoid about everyone around you. “Hey,” Chris nudges you, “Relax jagiya. The whole world knows we’re dating, what’s a little ‘Bang Chan picked his girlfriend up at the airport gonna do’?”

You smile nervously as you exit the airport, nodding to a few people who’s eyes noticeably widen at the sight of you. Shit okay. “Oh I don’t know Chris, maybe it’ll fuel the never ending hate train towards-” “Enough. Forget about the hate train. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you, I won’t let them.”

Chris steers you down into an underground car park, and after a slightly tense walk in silence, Chris fumbles for his keys and unlocks his car, its black colour reflecting the bright lights illuminating the area. He dashes around to open the door for you, shoving you gently out of the way when you go to do it yourself.

“My car, my rules,” he chides, swinging it open with a bow, “My princess doesn’t open doors for herself.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and tilt your head down, trying to hide your embarrassment. “What does that make you then?” You laugh, as you duck into the car, “My prince? My knight?”

“Your husband,” he smirks, startling you with a peck to your forehead with his mask briefly pulled down before he closes the door. He really should stop joking about that kind of thing. At this rate, you’re going to die of a heart attack before you make it back to your new house, let alone live long enough for him to be your husband. You patiently wait as he stows your luggage away in the boot, fiddling with the stereo to figure out how the bluetooth works.

As he starts the car and begins to reverse out, you yell in triumph when your phone connects and wasting no time, press shuffle on your Stray Kids playlist. Chris laughs at your antics, leaning forwards to check for cars before turning out of the carpark. “You don’t have to play our music, you know,” he smiles, glancing at you quietly vibing, before his eyes return to the road. “It’s good music, why wouldn’t I?” Is your reply, and Chris only sighs, “It is good music, Christopher, don’t you sigh like that.”

You shake your head when he doesn’t respond, just stares blankly at the road. With narrowed eyes, you try a new approach. “I’m so lucky.” Chris glances at you again, his eyebrows creasing momentarily in confusion. You shrug and turn to look at the road ahead, “I just so happen to have a handsome, adorable, sexy, cute, sweet, kind, generous, loyal producer for a boyfriend.”

“Okay hang on-” He interjects, but you don’t let him speak. “You know he also sings too? And raps? That is talent right there. Don’t even get me started on the fact that he can dance,” you fan yourself and wolf whistle, “He’s got moves, I’m telling you.” “Jagiya-”

“Ohhhh! I should tell you that he basically founded the group too! Logo, name, members and everything.” “Okay, but it took time and effort-” “His entire fandom joke about him being the Dad of Stray Kids, did you know that? He cares for his members so much. And they also call him ‘best leader’ all the time.”

“Hey- no they do not-“ “Best leader! Best leader! Best leader!” You continue to chant, eyes sparkling as he groans into the steering wheel, having stopped at some lights. “Jagiiiiiiiiiii, that’s enough…” “Best leader! Best leader! BEST LEADER!” “Stop. Stop- I’m not-” “Chris the light’s green. Best leader! Best leader!”

He looks like he’s contemplating his entire life for the rest of the drive, one hand on the steering wheel, head tilted to the side with that fed up expression of his. You still haven’t shut up and you refuse to do so until he agrees with you. Your incessant chanting doesn’t stop even as he opens the car door for you, his expression still resolute. He digs into his pockets and whisks out some keys, dangling them in front of your face tauntingly.

“I won’t give you the house keys until you shut up,” he negotiates, and your mantra turns into quiet whispers, your whole body jumping along to its rhythm. Chris sighs and shakes his head, shoving the keys back into his pocket.

Out of nowhere, he lunges forwards, wraps his arms securely around your midriff and hoists you over his shoulder, dragging you out himself. Staggering slightly, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “Hey put me down!” You laugh, kicking your feet wildly, but then remember you’re supposed to keep chanting, so resume. “Best leader!” “Shut up.” “Best leader!” “No more.” “Best leader!” “I am not.” “Best leader!” “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” “Best leader!” “You’re talking nonsense.” “Best leader!” “Enough.” “Best leader!”

Abruptly, Chris puts you down and pushes you up against the door to your new home. His arms swiftly cage around your head and he leans close, breathing heavily on your face. “Enough means enough,” he whispers threateningly, and your mouth zips shut, startled at the slight edge in his tone… and his close proximity. “Finally,” he whispers, exhaling in your silence and closing the small gap between your faces to press a relieved kiss to your lips.

When you try to shift your head away, disappointed that you still haven’t managed to get him to agree that he’s the best leader, he grabs your chin and pulls you right back in for more, not allowing you to say another word. Eventually, (when you tug at his shirt) he pulls away, eyes still glued to your lips. You take a second to collect yourself, eyes wide with disbelief, and an unfiltered thought escapes your mind, “Jesus I didn’t know you could be so dom.”

Chris splutters and his eyes lock with yours. Immediately, you can feel your face heat up, cowering under his gaze and the embarrassment of your thoughts.

“What do you mean you didn’t know? Have I not always been the dominant one in this relationship?” He laughs, and you sag back into the door, chuckling at yourself too. Again, unbidden, your thoughts escape you unfiltered. Maybe it’s the adrenalin of being in a new country, or being with Chris, or everything that’s just happened.

“So… da… ddy?” You mumble, and Chris tears himself away from you faster than you thought humanly possible.

You blink and he’s already back at his car, opening up the boot to haul your suitcase out, a panicked expression on his adorable face. You exhale in amusement and saunter over, your hands in your pockets. Once you peek your head around, you can properly see that Chris is now leaning forwards on the car with his hands, his eyes wide and blinking, ears burning red.

“So… best leader is… da… ddy?” You tease once more. Chris flinches, and as you go to taunt him again he rushes forwards, his palm closing over your mouth to shut you up. “Do not- do not say that again,” he growls, but his eyes are saucers.

“You said that you’re Stay’s daddy though-” you mumble, struggling to breathe through his hand. “That was- that was a joke-”

You yank your face away from his palm and fold your arms indignantly, “Sure it was. Sure it was.” "I was just- catering to what they-“ “Best leader or daddy?” You interrupt, grinning gleefully because you know you’ve backed him into a corner. “Oh come on.” “Best leader or daddy? And neither isn’t an option.”

Chris rubs his face with his hands, stressed, and your grin widens at the sight of his ears burning brighter than they ever have before. “Best- best leader,” he eventually mumbles, then turns away to roll your suitcase back up to the house.

—

And thus… begins your new life.

Little did you know that your teasing in that moment would lead to a torturous rest of the day.

—

Chris has to head back to JYP later in the evening. For now though, you’ve basically hired him to help you drag furniture around and decorate the place. It’s still relatively early in the morning, and you think that sooner or later, the both of you are going to need to lie down for a nap. You never asked him to pick you up at the airport, your landing was during the dark hours of the morning.

The original plan was to stay in a hotel and visit JYPE to retrieve your keys when the sun was actually up. Chris assured you that his time off was approved, and that he could manage on only a few hours sleep. Not that this pleased you much more. Apparently, Chris had been sneaking into your house long before you had even arrived here, lugging packages and boxes of furniture and basic requirements in without your knowledge. “The Kids’ helped too - don’t worry, they offered.”

Now, you were sitting on the floor, puzzling over an instruction manual and trying to find the corresponding pieces of the bed frame. As long as you had this set up for today, you’d be satisfied with yourself. Chris was busying himself with the dining table out by the kitchen. He had insisted on a larger one than the one you had before, so that the rest of Skz could visit too. You agreed because his point was valid, but also because it’d probably be nicer when Ashley finally comes to stay as well.

Eventually, you sigh and realise you might need some help. Who knew the pieces of a bed frame could be so bulky and hard to deal with? “Hey Chris?!” You yell, eyes roving the bits and pieces around you to find the right pile of screws. His response is muffled when he yells back, like he’s got something in his mouth. “Can I have a hand for like… maybe five minutes?”

Sure enough, when Chris appears in the doorway to your room, he’s got a screwdriver in his mouth. “You need a hand?” He repeats, pulling the screwdriver out from between his plump lips. “Yeah just c’mere a sec please? Help me connect this-” You pause when you feel his warm hand slip into yours, his fingers wiggling to comfortably rest between your own.

“Five minutes? I can do that. Make it ten,” he grins, swinging your hands childishly, “In fact, you can have my hand for as long as you like.” Blankly, you stare at your linked hands swinging between you, then slowly look back up at Chris, a sympathetic expression on your face, “You’re cute, but you know that’s not what I meant.” “Humour me,” he shrugs, shoving his screwdriver into one of his pockets for safekeeping, “What do we need to connect?”

What could have been a five minute task turns into a twenty minute one. Chris refuses to let go of your hand, tightening his grasp whenever you try to pull away. His clinginess makes your heart swell, but also teeter on the edge of frustration as you simultaneously laugh and struggle to connect the bed frame with him attached to your hip. You think, rather than him helping you, he’s just making it harder.

He tugs you around and directs your body parts as if he owns them, and although you comply after an amused laugh, you can’t help but wonder what on earth has gotten into him. “Chris baby, it’d just be easier if you let me go-” “Never letting you go.” “No- so that we can properly work together on this-“ “We can properly work together like this too-” “Chris-” “I don’t want to hear another word. Pass me that bracket?” You shake your head at him but pass it on regardless, and after some time, you successfully manage to put the bed frame together.

You laugh, you stumble over each other, yell in mock annoyance at each other, and even admire each other as the time ticks by. Not a word is said again about your linked hands, interwoven so tightly.

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It’s been an hour or so since then, and now you’re returning, shaking your hands to dry them, from a bathroom break. You find Chris sitting on top of the finished bed, mattress, blankets and all. He’s typing something happily on your phone, his eyes crinkled in delight.

He’s typing… he’s typing something on your phone.

“Babe,” you ask, your hands on your hips. He doesn’t even look up. “Jagiya. Is that my phone?” “Yeah, what about it?” He haughtily responds, raising a delicate eyebrow, but still his eyes are glued to the screen.

“What’re you doing on my phone?” You question, walking over to him and staring down at your screen. He’s messaging someone, apparently conversing with a person who’s presently responding in kind. “It’s Jisung,” Chris elaborates, finally eyeing you pointedly to gauge your reaction. “What’d he say?” You quiz, plopping yourself down next to him and peering at the messages.

“Is Chan hyung getting on your nerves yet?” Chris snorts, scrolling up briefly so you can read the conversation. “Of course I am? She love’s it though?” You scoff, raising your eyebrows at his response.

(A/N: When dialogue is in script format, it’s meant to represent text messages)

Jisung: “Give her back her phone you possessive shit”

Chris (on your phone): “pre-debut han jisung makes his appearance”

Jisung: “pre-debut han jisung is here for a chat with your girlfriend, not you”

Chris (on your phone): “disrespectful child”

Jisung: “old man”

Chris (on your phone): “how original”

Jisung: “Minho wants to know if you guys have made the bed yet”

Chris: “Yeah, we have”

Jisung: “he made this face 😏” Jisung: “it was scary”

You laugh in amusement at their banter, deciding to ignore the last few comments, and hold your hand out for your phone. “Alright can I have my phone back please?” You ask, rolling your eyes when Chris pouts sadly at you. “Chris can I have-”

He does not give your phone back. Instead, he gently grabs your outstretched hand, brings it up to his lips and kisses your palm softly, staring at you through his eyelashes.

You swallow nervously as he kisses a soft trail from the centre of your palm right down to your fingertips, each press of his lips to your skin sending tingles through your body. Dimly, your mind recalls Jisung (Minho’s?) suggestive messages, and then you numbly realise that you’re both currently sitting on the bed in question.

It’s with a racing heart that you slide away and disappear into the lounge room, nonchalantly beelining towards a cardboard box full of decorations. You can put a few decorations up before lunch, maybe a few paintings and photo frames. Sounds good. Yep.

—

Deep breaths.

—

Chris had, naturally, followed you and helped unpack the decorations, organising them and trying to help you decide where to best hang them. Now it’s just a matter of actually putting them up. He’s twirling a hammer and staring at the packet of nails in your hands worriedly.

“And you’re absolutely sure you want to use nails? There are plenty of other ways we could do this that won’t put a hole in the wall,” he offers, picking up the nearest painting and propping it up on the wall. You hesitate, watching as he marks the position of the painting with a pencil.

Eventually, when he puts the painting back onto the ground and turns back to you, you respond. “Yeah just- pound the nail into the wall,” you shrug, and it’s not until you notice the shit-eating grin on his face, that you regret your words. “I’ll pound you into the wall.”

You groan and spin on your heel, throwing the packet of nails haphazardly onto the dining table and beginning the search for your phone. “We putting up these paintings?” He calls after you, that infuriating grin still planted firmly on his face. “I’m ordering lunch.”

Chris appears at your side and kisses your cheek, squeezing your shoulder affectionately, “You hungry? I’ll go out and get something. I know a place, but they don’t do phone orders.” “Are you sure? I could just get take out-” You frown, picking your phone up from the bed. “I’m sure. I’ll be back in jiffy.” (A/N: “jiffy” is simply Aussie slang for ‘in a very short time’.)

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How’s this day going to end?

—

Chris barges back in after about half an hour, proudly holding up a bag of the food he was adamant in retrieving, “How’s the prettiest person in the world doing?”

You smile at his question, currently occupied with unpacking cutlery and other kitchen necessities. “I don’t know. How are you?” You throw back, languidly adding a fork to the cutlery drawer as he pauses in the doorframe. “Me? I’m- what?” He chokes, caught off guard, “I’m not the prettiest person-”

“How are you Christopher?” You press, taking the food out of his hands and smiling at the rosy tint on his cheeks. “I’m fine,” he mumbles, his voice cracking slightly.

You dish out the steaming food onto the recently unpacked plates, passing Chris his share before serving yourself. He sits down on one of the barstools and patiently waits for you to join him before he digs in. You sigh in content at the explosion of flavours in your mouth, and for once, neither of you speak during your meal.

It’s not until about halfway through of just basking in the warmth of each other’s company, munching happily with satisfaction, that Chris interrupts the cosy silence.

“I’m not the prettiest person in the world,” he frowns, swallowing a mouthful thickly. You sigh and turn to him, placing your fork onto your plate.

With your elbow propped up on the table, you rest your cheek in your palm and stare at the man next to you as he eats, a small frown evident in the crease between his eyebrows. Even in this state, unkempt due to the hours of physical labour, hair a disastrous mop of twisting curls, not a particle of makeup to hide him… he’s softly glowing. You can see his dark eyes swirling with a million thoughts, the pieces of his mind reflected in the glimmer of his pupils.

Your eyes trace the line of his prominent nose, the curve of his plush lips, the cut of his jaw flexing as he chews. Not the prettiest person in the world, huh?

Chris’ face morphs into his characteristic soft smile, the one that gives him the look of a child, adorable and in need of protecting. Slowly, he turns towards you, this smile :], only intensifying. “You’ve been staring at me for a while now,” he mumbles, and you can’t help but inhale sharply.

If only you could capture this image, this image of him, and permanently keep it somewhere. You can’t though. That’s not how this works, but it’s okay… because you’ll permanently keep it in your mind, your heart, turn it into a part of your soul.

“Are you… alive…?” He asks, waving a hesitant hand in front of your face. The corner of your lips quirk slightly, and before you turn back to your food you utter, “Sorry, I was busy admiring a work of art.”

Chris stares at you, his ears red, for a long while before he returns to his food. Who knows? Maybe he was trying to string his thoughts together. Maybe he was trying to figure out how to express his devotion, his love for you. Maybe he was admiring what he thinks is a work of art, more beautiful than any piece of music he could ever produce… and that… is saying something.

—

“Oh fuck me,” you whine, as you stoop to pick up the screw that you’ve dropped for the 4th time. Chris looks up from where he’s sitting, fiddling with his screwdriver, and in your peripheral vision you can see him smirk.

“That wasn’t an invitation,” you sigh, not even looking at him properly. Chris abandons his project and stalks over to you on all fours, oddly prowl like - steady and paced, taking his time. “I mean it,” you demand, “leave me alone.”

You’re looking down at the instructions between your splayed out legs, searching for the next step when Chris’ hand sneaks in between your arms and onto your chest.

“Chris-“ you begin to protest, but his mouth presses to yours swiftly, his tongue unfairly swiping. Assertively, he pushes you down to the floor, never breaking the kiss, and crawls on top of you. “Christopher-“ you try again, during a gasp for air.

“Yes…?” He chuckles, grabbing your head gently in his hands and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Just as you go to speak again, he kisses you softly, stopping you from jerking your head away with his fierce grip on your head.

The next maybe… 30 seconds are spent with you constantly trying to speak, and him shutting you up with kisses, each one more fierce than the last.

It’s only when your phone begins to ring beside you that he stops suffocating you, instead shifting his affection to your neck, his hands roving the shape of your body lovingly.

“Christopher Bahng,” you chide, trying to string two thoughts together. Everything feels hot; his hands even through the fabric of your clothes, his lips, his tongue.

You moan involuntarily as you reach for your phone, wondering how on earth he’d manage to find that particular sweet spot on your neck so effortlessly. He kisses it just that little bit harder, sucking at your skin slightly - trying to elicit that same response. You’re going to ruin him if you become anymore vocal.

“Chris- hang on- wait- I need to answer this call it’s Ashley- oh fuck you-” you whine, as his hands slip underneath your shirt in response, his careful ministrations white-hot on your skin.

You squirm underneath him, trying to escape as you answer, words tumbling out of your mouth in a panicked rush, “Hey Ashley- hey- hi, you okay? What’s up?”

“Oh I’m fine. I wanted to see how you were doing!” She chirps back, so bright and cheerful that you almost smile - you would have if a certain Bahng Christopher Chahn hadn’t decided to lift your shirt up, exposing your stomach, and drifted down to shower the skin with his affection.

You hiss instead and slide yourself away on the floor. He frowns at you and simply follows, this time holding onto your waist to keep you still. You try, in vain to hold a decent conversation with Ashley, hand covering your mouth to stifle your moans. Since you’re trying to converse however, you need to remove your hand to speak - and this means trouble when Chris decides to press a kiss teasingly close to the band of your shorts.

You’re breathing heavily now, and Ashley falls silent mid-sentence. “Chan is with you, isn’t he?” She asks, and you laugh almost deliriously. “Yes he is, and he’s being a downright pain in the ass.” In a last ditch attempt, you try to force yourself away, but he’s gripping you almost a little too tightly. “He’s always been the source of your distraction, hasn’t he?” Ashley giggles, and there’s an unmistakeable smirk in the tone of her voice.

Chris laughs at this, the first sound he’s made in a while, and you’re only a little startled to know that he’s been able to hear your conversation the entire time. You hadn’t realised your phone volume was that high. Chris crawls back up your body and speaks directly into the phone, “I’m the source of her pleasure actually.”

“Oh dear god. I had already I assumed I didn’t need you to spell it out for me,” she groans, her voice becoming distant on the phone as if she’s holding it away from her in disgust. “Hey- Ashley that is not what is happening- he’s just being an absolute prick-“ you fumble, emotions struggling to settle; embarrassment? Panic? Desire? Guilt? Shame? Lust? Love? What? Huh? Who?

“Are you sure about that? I’m gonna go anyways- leave you to it.” “Ashley-Louise don’t you go anywhere. I’m sitting on the fucking floor right now trying to put a chair together.” “She’s actually lying on the floor, but details don’t matter I guess.” “Christopher.” “And where are you Chris?” Ashley asks, almost mockingly. “On top of her,” he responds matter-of-factly, and you cry out in embarrassment.

“See I mean- I congratulate you on managing to pin her to the floor, but that’s not a very nice place for your first fuck is it?” Ashley jokes, and her words make you completely freeze. “You’re absolutely right, I’ll take her somewhere comfier,” Chris decides.

“Ashley I am so sorry about Chris, he’s just messing around as per usual- I am so sorry, I’ll make up for your lost innocence when you get here, I promise,” you ramble, emotions definitely deciding to settle on guilt and embarrassment. “I’m not that much younger than you, ya know. This is nothing.” Ashley’s last words bounce around in your skull after she ends the call.

And you’re left to stare in a wild craze at the man above you, eyes glimmering with a satisfied mirth, his mouth pulled into a smug smirk. “Back to it?” He whispers, and you glare at him. “No way,” you try for a snap, but your voice comes out slightly broken and quiet.

“You were most definitely enjoying that though,” he continues, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I’m not- I’m not ready- for any of that,” you eventually manage, hiding your face in your hands, “I’m scared- I’m just scared-“

Chris rests his full body weight onto you, squishing the air out of your lungs, and snuggles into your neck. “That’s okay. It’s okay. It wasn’t an invitation - I know.” “Chris- I’m sorry- I just-“ “Don’t apologise… there is absolutely no need to apologise. I’m sorry.” “It’s not that I don’t want to-” “Stop trying to justify it, there is no need to.” “No but- I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.” “I want you. As a person. That’s it.” “Yes but-” “I want your love.” “That’s what all of your antics today was about, wasn’t it?” You whisper, guilt consuming your heart. “I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel comfortable. And if you’re not-“ Chris hoists himself up to smile down at you, “Then I’m not either.”

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-> PART 9 -> Masterlist

A/N: I’m Minho right now: 😏

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 month

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Hi! I don’t really know if this is considered an emergency request so feel free to ignore this since it’s way less urgent compared to other emergency requests.

Recently I have been having problems with asking myself whether or not I deserve an apology whenever I feel offended by my friends. I don’t really know how to word it so I’ll try my best here. I’m that ‘therapist friend’ in my group of friends of 4 (including me) and I always help solve the fights between our group which is mostly the same 2 friends fighting. I’ve never been in a fight with them more than 3 times and those times it barely lasts a day. Out of the 3 of my friends I’m really close to 1 of them (I’ll call her Kay) kay and I often play games together like Minecraft, cod, fall guys, etc. while playing these games she couldn’t talk so i was the only one talking while she was texting me back her responses, at one point she said something along the lines of ‘Jesus you sound like those annoying little kids that spit out a bunch of questions.’ Or something like that. I’ve been very insecure about my own voice and my child-like personality and the doubt in my head that I annoy my friends with my blabbering mouth(my friends don’t know this tho) I just responded with ‘oh’ and stayed quiet for the rest of the call which was silent. I excused myself and just went offline to think. I’m not sure if I was being over dramatic over something so small but that really hurt me and I tried to make it obvious it did hoping she’d approach me about it and tell me she didn’t mean it or basically anything but she never did. She just went about it like it didn’t even happen and I’m too scared to bring it up since it happened already a while ago and it’d be weird to. And this happens sometimes too, it doesn’t happen often nor does it rarely. I just need a second opinion on how to go about this. Could you give me some advice abt this along with sanji and law reacting to their s/o with this kind of problem?

I’m also the same Anon who sent the emergency request abt wanting to die instead of experiencing a loss of someone close, That really helped me overcome that feeling! I haven’t fully but I’m improving! Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day! (So sorry if this whole request is confusing and sorry for all the grammar mistakes)

I’m sorry if this isn’t considered an emergency request so feel free to ignore!

Hi sweet heart! I'm glad you're doing better about wanting to die. don't worry about being fully better. You're getting better, that's all that matters. It's okay to take your time. I'm sorry you're going through this. I sort of know how this feels, I was kind of this person in my group. Unfortunately, I eventually realized that, to those people, I wasn't a friend. Not really, anyway. I was just, admittedly, too afraid of being alone and abandoned to leave them. I suppose that's a pretty common fear. People don't really want to be alone.

Warnings: GN!Reader (I hope, let me know if I made any mistakes on that),

Word Count: 1800

Chewing on your lip, you stared out the window. You deserved an apology for this, didn’t you? After all, it was rude, mean, and hurtful, so it wasn’t like it was an unreasonable request, right? The two of you in particular were pretty close too, so she’d know that she should apologize, right? Even still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really deserved an apology. Surely you deserved it, you were always solving fights between them and rarely started any arguments yourself, so it wasn’t like you were constantly causing needless drama. It was one apology. If it were any of your other friends, you’d talk to both of them, try to smooth things over, and usually they’d work things out and apologize on their own after that. So being on the receiving end of that meant that you deserved the same courtesy… right? Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really did deserve one. What if you were being over dramatic? Or perhaps you were blowing all of this out of proportion. She and the others would be pretty upset if you asked for an apology you didn’t deserve and you really didn’t want to cause a fight. Maybe it would be fine if you waved it off? It’s not like it was a particularly common thing. Yeah, it happened from time to time, but it wasn’t like they were constantly putting you down.

Getting up, you ran a hand through your hair. Maybe a shower or bath would calm you down and help you think. The warm water might help you relax and think clearly and a lot of people did their best thinking in the bathroom. If nothing else, it was worth a shot. Stepping in, you let the warm water soothe you, let it ease the tension in your muscles. Granted, it was hard to get yourself to relax into the water when you were this wound up, but eventually the warmth worked its way into your body, calming your mind. You were always the one solving all the problems, the one the others went to when they needed to talk, the one who helped everyone else, so what were you supposed to do when you were the one who needed help? Needed someone to talk to? Would the others hear you out? Just because you weren’t as close to the others didn’t mean you couldn’t talk to them about this. At least… hopefully. Despite how the water eased your body and calmed your mind, your thoughts still swirled like a whirlwind. You lost track of how much time you spent in the bathroom, how much time you spent trying to work out your thoughts before the water turned cold and you were forced to step out. Putting on some comfy clothes, you curled up on the couch, holding one of the couch pillows close.

Sanji

Walking into the living room, Sanji’s smile fell. The look on your face was so despondent, so downcast. He hated seeing you like this.

“Mon amour, what’s wrong?” the blond asked, kneeling on the floor next to the couch, reaching up to caress your cheek. Looking up at him, you debated on what to say. You really didn’t want to worry him, especially over something so… trivial. He had enough to worry about. Yet the look in his eyes begging you to tell him, to talk to him. The young man was always telling you that you could talk to him about anything, to come to him if you were ever feeling upset.

“Do… Do I deserve an apology?” your heart ached as the words finally left your lips, a look of alarm crossing Sanji’s features.

“Darling, what happened?” Sanji was immediately moving to the couch as he pulled you into his arms. Though he wanted to know what happened, he didn’t care if you were in the right or wrong, you were hurting. Taking a deep breath, you told him about what happened with your friend. Told him what she’d said, your insecurities, your feelings, everything. His hold on your tightened, holding you closer as he listened, one hand running up and down your back soothingly. Once you were finished, Sanji sat there for a moment, simply comforting you as he thought about what to say.

“My dearest love, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You’re so amazing, so kind and caring. You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.” Sanji’s lips met your forehead, making you smile slightly as you snuggled further into him, “Which of your friends is this? Perhaps I can speak to her about apologizing. She should know she hurt you. I doubt she meant to hurt your feelings, but all the same, she did. If nothing else, perhaps you can work things out. Even if an apology isn’t given, perhaps you can get her to understand your feelings. But please, don’t bottle this up, don’t let it eat at your heart." His words made you smile as you nuzzled shyly into his chest. He always seemed to know what to say, what to do. He had a point, at very least, if you could work this out, then it wouldn’t happen again. If you could get her to understand your feelings, understand how hurt you were, if she made sure not to hurt you again, perhaps an apology wouldn’t matter. Her actions would apologize for her, she’d be better and your friendship would be stronger. A thought dawned on you as you glanced back up at him.

“And if she refuses to apologize? If she thinks she didn’t do anything wrong?” you asked worriedly, biting your lip again.

“Then they don’t deserve you and you need new friends, my love.” Sanji said softly, putting his thumb on your lip, forcing you to stop biting it, “Don’t be afraid to leave those who don’t deserve you in an attempt to find those who do. You won’t make real friends if you don’t try. Whether you become better friends with her or you find better friends elsewhere, it’s better to find those who appreciate you.” His words make your heart swell as you rested your head against him, feeling infinitely better. You’d talk to her tomorrow, if all went well, she’d apologize and if she refused, you’d find those worthy of your friendship.

Law

It was a while before Law stumbled into the living room, clearly exhausted from a long day doing rounds at the hospital. The surprisingly young doctor’s brow furrowed as he looked at your dispirited form. Normally you’d greet him with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes you’d have a snack or dinner ready for him, other times, you’d have started a hot shower for him. It didn’t take a genius for him to see that something was very clearly wrong. Taking a moment to think, Law finally pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He said simply, already putting a hand on your head so you’d rest against his collarbone. Swallowing hard, you tried to gather your thoughts. You knew there was no hiding it from him. Of the few times you’d tried, he always knew you were lying and coaxed it out of you sooner or later.

After another moment, you began to tell him what had happened, occasionally stopping as you began to worry that you were babbling again. Each time, Law would tell you to continue, reassuring you that it was fine, even if you apologized for rambling. Of the many things he’d never admit, he actually liked your rambling, liked your babbling and childish nature. It was the yin to his yang. You were bright and sunny, offsetting his rather serious, aloof personality. And while you were bright and sunny, you weren’t annoying about it. You weren’t some bimbo with an empty head who flounced around talking about the most shallow, inconsequential, idiotic things. Not some superficial pretty face with no cares in the world. There was more to you than that. He found you beautiful, yes, and you were bright and you blabbered, sure; but you had more than two brain cells, you weren’t shallow, you cared very deeply. A little bright, cheery, slightly child-like actions were a welcome change in his life.

You soon finished telling him what was wrong, followed by a million apologies for being over dramatic and annoying. After about 10 seconds of apologizing, his hand met the side of your head in a light ‘smack’, though said smack was more like a light tap of his fingers meant to shut you up and stop your endless apologies.

“Stop apologizing, I asked what was wrong and kept telling you to continue. You don’t need to apologize. Your friend’s the one who should apologize. I really don’t care about what happened or why. She hurt your feelings, she made you question yourself, you need to talk to her. Even I apologize if I hurt Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin. She needs to know she hurt your feelings and work it out with you. You realize this’ll just keep happening if you don’t talk about it, right? She won’t realize she hurt you and she’ll just do it again. If you want this to get better, say something, ask for a damned apology. If she doesn’t give you one or says you're overreacting, leave. You need friends who will listen to you and try to understand you, not ones who’ll make you feel bad just for wanting to express how you’re feeling.” Law sighed and tilted his head back. Despite his advice, he really wasn’t good at this. The way he handled things and the way you handled things were completely different.

“What if it starts a fight? What if I lose them? I really don’t want to lose my friends.” you asked, giving him a worried look.

“Then they aren’t friends, they’re people who are taking advantage of you. You really think I treat the others the same way? It’s basic respect to acknowledge a person’s feelings and try to right things. To improve your relationship by being better.” His words weren’t exactly soft or gentle, but as always, you could see right through him. You saw the care and love behind them. You nodded as you took a deep breath, letting him continue to hold you.

“Alright, I’ll try. Just… Please, take that day off. I want someone to comfort me if this starts an argument or they say they don’t want to be friends anymore.” you pleaded, making him nod.

“Of course. Just… just know that if they want to end your friendship over something instead of just saying a few simple words, then they don’t deserve you. It’ll hurt, but you deserve better.” Law said softly, continuing to comfort you.

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shapard · 18 days

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Thorned🥀

Lucifer x fem!reader

Zombie Apocalypse

Today's song: MASC - Doja cat

Mention of gore, Violence

FYS

Chapter 3 < Chapter 4 > Chapter 5

The whole walk was again filled with silence. Lucifer threw some awful jokes to start a conversation with you, but you ignored him.

Lucifer sighs and spun around to face you. “What’s wrong kitty cat?” you bit on your nail hard, “You’re really asking me that?” Lucifer raised his eyebrows at your aggressive undertone.

“You! Why wouldn’t you let me help them!” You pointed your finger and tapped it hard on his chest. But Lucifers eyes stayed onto your e/c orbs.

The spirit that burned in your eyes was the same as Lilith and Charlie. This time he won’t sit at the back and watched, no.

Lucifer doesn’t want to lose the only friend he made in the last years.

“You could’ve died when I didn’t interfere, Y/n!” He pulled all the air out of his lungs and pushed it harshly back in, “And I won’t watch one of my friends risking their live over some humans!”

Lucifer clutched his collar in his hand to relief some of the stress that built up.

“Humans? Lucifer yes, they are humans. Just like you and me. They have a right to live!” Lucifer laughed in disgust.

You don’t get it.

“They would be already dead by the time you got down there kitty!” He breathed in deeply. Lucifers hand travelled onto both of your shoulders as he shook you softly.

Lucifer doesn’t want to fight with you, but fighting is better than letting you throw your life away like it’s an old piece of clothes.

Tears started to blur your vision again. You were frustrated. The whole journey you felt like a burden rather than a help.

The only time you helped Lucifer is when he bullies his dick deep inside you. But that was all. You tried your best every time and yet it always had the wrong outcome.

You whined as you wiped the tears out of your face. Why does it have to be so complicated? Out of stress your hands are locked with your hair, and you scratched on your scalp hard.

“Don’t act like you care about me!” You were surprised at your own outburst. Well now you really fucked up.

Lucifer let go of your shoulder and looked at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“What?” Lucifer was in pure shock. The whole weeks he has been protecting you and you still think that he’s acting. “Do you really think I don’t?” Lucifer nails pressed down on his palm hard and gold blood started to drip down on the ground.

Why is it gold?

With a blink of your eyes the blood was replaced in a deep crimson color. Were you now Imagining things?

“I could’ve just left when I had sex with you. I could’ve let you die when those two men saw you, but I didn’t. I was protecting you and risking my life for you!” Lucifer knows that you’re frustrated, yet so is he.

When you looked at his frustrated expression the guilt started to burn down your throat. A knot builds in your throat, and you know you fucked up.

You never wanted to accuse him of such things, and yet here you are speaking nonsense.

“I’m sorry-“ Your hand brushed his and he pulled away. It stings; however, it is your fault, and you shouldn’t be mad.

“Let’s go.” His voice was hard and cold. It felt like something stabbed your heart. You watched as he walked back into the darkness in the night. You silently followed him.

When the both of you neared one of the houses a peak of light blue light shimmered through the door slot. You opened the door before Lucifer even reached the door. He gave you a scolded look but didn’t butt in.

You two neared a small village as you left the dark forest. The weight of your shoulder seems to just fly away.

Finally.

Lucifer hissed when the door loudly creaked. Noted: Lucifer has sensitive ears.

“Are you seriously touching the screen?” confused Lucifer looked at you, “yes?” You shook your head and laughed under your breath. This man.

You stepped slowly in, scared what you will find there. All you see was a huge monitor with complicated hardware. “Wow.” Lucifers fingertips travelled against the monitor, and you cringed.

Cute.

You pressed on the left mouse button and the monitor switched on, blinding you with a white screen. You hissed at the burning sensation in your eyes.“Fuck! Who uses light mode!” You cursed as you rub your eyes, hoping it’ll ease the pain. Lucifers laugh was scratching more on your already bruised ego. Asshole.

“Stop laughing and help me.” You finally open your eyes and saw Lucifer clutching on his shirt, laughing hard wheezing. “Fucking Asshole.” You threw the nearest thing at him, which was a book. “Ouch! THAT HURTS!” Your shrug and chuckled, “Deserved.” He rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face.

Lucifer pressed few random buttons on the keyboard, “I think it’s broken.” He said when nothing happened. “Yeah, Albert Einstein. Of course, nothing will happen, when you press random buttons!” Lucifer turned around with a loud huff.

“Let me handle it.” You moved the mouse and clicked on it, but nothing. You pressed a few commands but still nothing. “What is this shit?” Frustrated you slammed your hand on the keyboard and hissed at the pain. “HA!” Lucifers finger was pointed at you, and he teased you about how he was right.

“I’m going to look around.” You said as you raised your hand giving Lucifer the middle finger. “Asshole.” Lucifer watched when you disappeared out of his sight. He shook his head, nonetheless his smile never faltered.

Stupid Cat.

He looked at the white screen from the monitor, maybe there was something they missed? He pressed his palm onto the cold screen and his hand started to glow in a warm gold. With a few seconds it rebooted. He looked at the opened document on the screen. In it was a picture and It oddly looked like one of those bombs.

“Interesting.”

____

The old wood ripped your skin open leaving a trail of blood.

Without looking back, you walked down to the basement. This part of the building looked rather old. Every time your feet moved on the surface it would whine, you probably should go back up before anything happens.

You backed up slowly, hoping the ground wouldn’t give in under your weight. The stairs were in hand reach when crack! You fell through the floor.

Fuck.

Ignoring your aching muscles, you continued to explore the new area. No zombie in sight. You hissed as with every step you took a splinter planted deeper into your soft flesh. If this doesn't get treated any near it'll infect.

Your eyes travelled onto a corpse that laid there. You scrunched your nose up at the disgusting smell of rotting flesh and the sight of maggots.

Okay nothing happened.

A small hidden box was in the arms of the body. You closed your eyes and reached for it.

Maggots started to crawl into your direction, smelling the fresh blood from you. Before it could crawl into the open flesh, you pulled the box fast out of the corpse grasp. You opened one of your eyes, cafefully.

Experiment V.

You quickly gained some distance between you and the corpse. As you opened the box your eyes caught a single piece of paper. You reached for it and read the content of the piece of paper.

Test object 001 seems to react towards the injection rather violent. 001 Started to attack the staff, ripping one of the women into pieces and eating her flesh.

In the end 001 started to rip themself apart.

Declared: failure.

002, 003 and 004 had the same symptoms.

Test Object 005 showed significant improvement.

It could talk and could think like a 6-year-old. She showed magnificent results.

The rest of the Information was ripped apart. Your brain was hurting from all the thinking.

She learned how to walk on her own and could eat like a human. One con, she prefers human flesh and ate again one of our staff's.

Declared: Failure

Experiment V? Test objects?

The behavior written on this paper from experiment 005 was oddly almost the same as your professor’s. You put the piece of paper into your little pocket. This is useful information.

____

Meanwhile Lucifer was frantic looking for you. You two should leave immediately.

A loud explosion sent Lucifer flying in the air and knocked the air out of him. He landed outside the house with blood travelling down his skull. The golden blood covered his face, and his vision was blurry.

Lucifer looked down on the document.

Self-destruction timer: 2 minutes.

Lucifer watched as the timer was counting down. He quickly realized that the two of you were in the middle of a bomb mine.

Whoever lived here wants to keep a secret before they go.

He ran shakily down to the basement. The smoke filling his lungs making it hard for him to see. He felt high. He stopped and Lucifer's red eyes stayed on your dismantled figure. Burnings littering your body.

He gritted his teeth when he saw the burning house, you were still in it. He stood up and fell almost back down from the gravity.

Being somehow Mortal almost like one of those humans you favor was giving him the ick. Being able to be hurt as the big boss himself, was a huge weight on his ego.

His heart pumped when he lifted you out of the building, his wings carrying the both of you outside into another house where it was safe. He scanned your figure and stopped when a pool of blood formed under your left arm.

His eyes widened and he breathed in a tear when he looked at your missing arm. “No.”

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semperama · 10 months

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for the setting prompt:

032. a quiet hospital room please! 💓

Daniel panicked, when it happened. He might have seemed calm, but inside he felt like an engine that couldn't shift gears, revs climbing higher and higher until he was sure he'd combust. Max wouldn't let him call an ambulance, so he had to grit his teeth and half-support, half-carry Max to his car, white-knuckle his way through the dark streets with Max groaning and clutching his stomach in the passenger seat.

Appendicitis. What a joke. Daniel always thought if he ended up visiting Max in the hospital, it would be because of their job, because of a crash, something far scarier than this. It's only fucking appendicitis, and yet he couldn't stop his fingers from shaking as he sat in the waiting room, couldn't sit still, his knee bouncing up and down. He bit his cuticles bloody. He kept checking his phone, like someone was going to call him and tell him everything would be okay.

When Max is finally out of surgery and Daniel gets to go back to the room to see him, Max is sitting up in bed and grinning, and it all feels...surreal.

"You told my mom she does not need to come, right?" is the first thing Max says to him. "They say I can go home in the morning, and I will be fine to race next week."

Daniel checks his watch. It's 4:00 in the morning, and they've been here a little over three hours all told. He updated Sophie when the surgeon came out and told him the appendectomy went smoothly, but she was already at the airport, and Daniel doesn't blame her.

"She'll want to see you anyway, Max," he says. His voice is hoarse. He clears his throat. "I think you scared us all a bit."

Max pulls a face. "It wasn't my fault, of course."

"Of course," Daniel agrees, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.

Max shifts in bed, then grimaces, his hand going to his middle. Daniel rushes to his side, but he has no idea what to do when he gets there, his hands hovering uselessly in the air. "Want me to call someone?"

"No." Max settles back against the pillow and his face smooths out. "They said it was normal to be a little sore. I really am fine." He looks up at Daniel's face, then grins. "You did not have to wait here all night. You should go home and get some sleep."

They would have had to drag Daniel out if they wanted him to leave. He keeps seeing Max's face in his head, pale and sweaty, contorted in pain. What would have happened if Daniel didn't get them to the hospital in time? What if Max hadn't woken him soon enough? Knowing Max, he probably laid there in bed for far too long, not wanting to worry Daniel or inconvenience him.

Lately, Max has been spending the night at his place more and more, passing out right after they fool around, and Daniel hasn't known how to feel about it--until now. Now he's so fucking glad they were together last night. Now he never wants to be apart from Max for a single second.

"I told the nurse I was your boyfriend." It comes out of Daniel in a rush, his voice breaking on the last word. He had no idea if they'd let him stay if he didn't lie, and what was he supposed to say, anyway? Max is a guy I sleep with sometimes? Max is my teammate, my friend, but we haven't talked about what else we are?

"Okay," Max says slowly. The grin slides off his face, and his brow furrows. "That is okay."

"Is it?" Daniel can hear his voice climbing in pitch, but he can't seem to stop it. The room is quiet, except for the soft hum and beep of whatever monitor they have Max hooked up to. The whole hospital floor is quiet; it's the middle of the fucking night and a terrible time to be having this conversation. "We haven't even...we never talk about it."

Max frowns at him. "You hate to talk," he says. "Any time you feel like we are about to have a real conversation, you make a joke."

"Yeah, well. I guess that was before I thought you were gonna fucking die." Daniel runs his hands up through his curls and then down his face, digging his fingertips into his eyes. He can't look at Max for this part. "You scared the fuck out of me, Max."

"Daniel." Max's voice is soft, and when Daniel makes himself open his eyes to look at him, he sees that Max is holding out a hand to him. "It is okay."

Daniel takes a deep, shaky breath, blows it out slowly, and then slides his fingers into Max's. His palm is warm and dry, not clammy like the one that shook him awake a few hours ago. And Max is smiling again, the corners of his eyes crinkling with it. Daniel wants to climb into the bed with him. He wants to kiss him. He wants to hide in him until everything feels safe and normal again.

But then, maybe safe and normal have been overrated, in their own way.

"You want me to be your boyfriend?" Max asks, and maybe it sounds like he's teasing Daniel, but maybe Daniel deserves it.

"It sure seems like you need someone to take care of you, yeah," Daniel says. He means to match Max's tone, but he still sounds too serious, too on edge.

Max tugs a little on his hand, brings his fingers to his lips, and kisses them. It's a silly gesture, but it makes Daniel feel like his heart is going to explode in his chest.

"Maybe we can take care of each other," Max says, and then tugs harder until Daniel is leaning over him, kissing him after all.

"Deal," he says against Max's mouth, and finally, he smiles.

#maxiel #f1 #my writing

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givehimthemedicine · 6 months

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how 4 sets the scene for Blind Max

another reason I suspect she'll have a blindness arc continuing into/through 5 is that I've been thinking about how Max's season 4, from its very first to very last second, lays groundwork de-prioritizing sense of sight for her and often shifting importance onto hearing.

on the surface, this is all just aspects of her depression/curse experience this season, but it all has the side effect of helping prepare her for blindness.

let's go:

do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making? 🎵

Max's s4 begins with her shutting out the world around her to focus on her music all the time,

and that's before it's revealed to be a very literal lifeline. the special power of music here places enormous importance on sense of hearing (which has also benefitted Will, Victor, and the other Pennhurst inmates)

(deaf Vecna victim: "guess I'll die")

Lucas's basketball game

Max not wanting to attend the game was about not wanting to be seen by Lucas, rather than not wanting to see Lucas. she has no problem seeing Lucas - check out those heart eyes at the pep rally but only when he isn't looking.

she doesn't not care about him. she's just hiding from him.

so they could easily have established Max secretly caring via a scene where she does attend, watching but staying out of sight. maybe it turns out she refused his ticket because she actually already had one. or maybe she gets a ride from Eddie and gets to the gym and reaches for a door handle and hesitates and goes home instead.

instead they chose for her to keep tabs on Lucas without seeing the game at all, by listening instead. (looked upon by a poster with giant eyes lol)

not only tasty as a foreshadow, but a great little touch to set up Max knowing that her connection/enjoyment of her friends and awareness of what's going on doesn't depend solely on her ability to see.

bonus: her only line in that scene? "alright, I hear you" (because that dog barks)

shutting her eyes

Vecna doesn't blind his victims (well. not at the beginning) but instead forces visions upon them, so instead of their actual surroundings they see horrifying things, both literally and in a depression-metaphor way.

anyway, how does Max escape Vecna in DB? she shuts her eyes to the darkness he's forcing her to see, and focuses on the light - the love of her friends - which she knows to be the truth.

that worked the first time, and it worked again to escape the Creel house vision.

where it failed was at the snow ball, I think because Vecna got too much in her head by talking to her, and she couldn't concentrate. (the other two times he didn't talk to her while she was trying to hide in her memories, but this time he won't shut up).

after that, she seems to have given up on shutting her eyes, maybe because Vecna has figured out to target her hearing. because at the next attempt, her eyes stay wide open, and I think she would've been killed except for El interrupting. the third time, her eyes stayed open and she was killed.

avoiding eye contact

4 Max carries on a considerable chunk of her conversations staring off to the side, especially when the topic is herself.

not that this is unique to season 4 or to Max - people just tend to avoid eye contact when uncomfortable. for example, Max barely looks at Lucas throughout the s2 heart to heart on the bus either. this is just part of Sadie's portrayal of Uncomfortable Vulnerable Max, and Max is just that way a whole lot more in 4 than in prior seasons due to being depressed.

still, the end result is Max having her most important conversations with limited visual emotional cues from the other person - a trend that will obviously continue if she's blind.

relatedly, Max was able to deliver two deeply emotional and personal monologues (a supremely uncomfortable task for her) no doubt aided by the fact that her audience wasn't there to make eye contact with:

and like I've talked about before, right after her first Vecna survival, Max grabs and holds Lucas, and hears/responds to him, but it always struck me as weird that at NO point in this scene does she look at anyone:

hm.

relying on her friends' sight

thanks to the visions, Max is starting to find her sense of sight unreliable. so although nothing is currently wrong with her eyes, this puts her in a position where she's already learning to stop relying solely on her own sight, and to consult with her friends and listen to what they say they're seeing when she's unsure.

which she'll be doing a lot more of if she's blind.

not to mention the big plan with Lucas - his whole job is to keep an eye on her and "call in Kate Bush" when it gets too dangerous. so, literally trusting her life to his sight and her hearing.

losing her sight

in the end of course we arrive at literal blindness. Max can't see or feel anything but apparently can hear Lucas.

not sure what to make of potential paralysis (I don't think they'd both permanently blind and paralyze her) but that's where we stand now - with hearing as Max's last known working sense.

which is why we end on Lucas reading to her in hopes that she can hear it. if Max does wake up blind, you can bet that being read to will become one of her primary sources of entertainment. I could totally imagine Max not being ready to withstand a lot of heavy personal conversation, but still wanting to take comfort in her friends' voices.

anyway. losing her sight would be devastating of course, but I like that they've had Max placing major value on her hearing while she still has her sight instead of leaving the entirety of the conversation for when she's blind. and I like that they've had Max already start learning to trust those around her for support.

#max mayfield #blind max mayfield #character analysis #here's how El can still read Max a WW comic in 5 #givehimthemedicine analysis #analysis #mine #long post

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iamhereonlytobeanunstableshipper · 6 months

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Loki S2C5: a bit of a rant about Loki's feelings.

This got long skdk but bare with me cause I need to talk about them. The romantic undertones are making me INSANE.

No cause i am CONVINCED that Loki just realized he's in love with Mobius in this last chapter, s2c5. We know that this is a chapter of deep self-realization for Loki, since he reveals out loud what he truly wants: for his friends to stay, not being alone. So we already know this is a deep dive into Loki's feelings, into what he truly wants, into what his selfish desires are. "It's ok to want things". And Loki wants things. Which things, exactly?

This is easy to answer with all the romantic undertones this chapter had. For Sylvie being his love interest, there is very little S*lki content in this chapter. Y'know, the chapter where we're diving down into Lokis' true wants and feelings. You think this would be the perfect occasion to deepen into his and Sylvie's relationship, but instead, the ship stays in comatose as part of their only scene together in this chapter centers around Mobius. Around Loki bringing up Mobius and focusing on him and focusing on how he should have a chance to choose between the TVA and his life on the timeline. You don't have to be a genius to know that this hides Loki's desire to be chosen. More specifically, to be chosen by Mobius. And I know he also wants the rest of his friends to do so. But he doesn't focus on them, not on Sylvie. But on Mobius.

And then, the chapter is FILLED with romantic undertones between Lokius. Apart from Mobius' obvious attempts to flirt with the hot brunette client (real), we have Loki fixing his hair and jacket before going to talk to Mobius and stuttering all over the place while doing so. Loki remembering word by word what Mobius said about jetskis once. Loki basically confessing his feelings for him, letting him and us know that Mobius is the person who helped him see in himself something he couldn't (aka, Mobius is the reason why he became softer. Aka, Mobius is to Loki what Jane is to Thor, and not Sylvie). We have Mobius attempting to sell Loki his wife's former jetski, obvious romantic parallel. The romantic parallels between the two are all over the place.

And if it wasn't clear enough that this chapter is all about Loki's reflection on his wants and needs (that will culminate in him finding his glorious purpose as the god of stories), at the end we have him finding out how to control his time slipping. "It's about the who". Exactly. The "who" is extremely important. And who has Loki been caring about the most during the whole chapter? Who had his main focus? Who was the person who he was displaying different tendencies around? Who got more screen time around Loki? His love interest? No, Mobius. Tho at this point, they could be the same thing.

And the fact that he realizes that it's about the who after looking into Mobius' eyes for a full 10 seconds is completely telling. I'm so sure that he knows he loves him, and he knows he does so in a romantic way.

Cause, speaking from a narrative standpoint, isn't it just so tragic yet so fitting? That he finds out and admits his true feelings for Mobius once Mobius has forgotten him? Bc I'm also very sure that Mobius has known his own feelings for a LONG time, personally I think things clicked in his head in s1c4 when he was drowning in jealousy. Cmon, this man basically tried to enjoy a date with Loki in s2c3. He knows he's in love. At least he knew, bc now that Loki has realised that Mobius is his Jane, that it's about the who, that he's allowed to want; he's just forgotten him. And Loki's seen him die in front of his eyes again. And there's a way too real possibility of him choosing this life over Loki.

But maybe, he can rewrite the story. Maybe, he doesn't have to lose every time. Maybe, just maybe, he is allowed to want and have and be happy.

Unless Marvel wants to be a BITCH and doesn't give them a happy ending. Which, yeah. Probably.

Do I think Lokius will be canon? Not at all lmfao. But I do think that if they're doing all of this as a mere coincidence, wow. They just wrote one of the greatest love stories in the mcu without intending to. But if they're doing all of this just for queerbaiting, also wow, cause they're gonna throw away something so perfectly built for both Loki's and Mobius' arc just for nothing bc "two men bad".

But, yeah. Whatever happens next week, they're gay idgaf

#PLEASE LETS MANIFEST A HAPPY ENDING AT LEAST CAUSE I CANNONT DO THIS ANYMROE #lokius #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki #mobius m mobius #mobius #mobius x loki #loki x mobius #loki s2 spoilers #loki s2 #loki spoilers #loki series #loki season 2 #tva loki #time husbands

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fourmula1 · 1 year

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Any news on baby alpha Max's courting? Did omega Daniel let him down? And regret it immediately? Just picturing sad Max is giving me all the feels :(

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“But I of course cannot help it,” Max said, knowing his cheeks were burning and Daniel could not only see, but smell his embarrassment.

He hadn’t known how to do anything but what he had been doing. Acting on instinct only, driven to give Daniel little gifts – treats, coffee, comfort items for their plane travel -, unable to rationalize with his biological drive to look after Daniel and make sure he was content.

His doctor had said he’d be able to settle into himself as time went on. He had only presented as an alpha a few short months ago and things were still a little haywire, hormonally. But Max was doing his best. He excused himself from Paddock Club appearances when he knew there’d be a lot of other alphas around wanting to touch Daniel and give him hugs and get close for photos with him. Max didn’t want to see that and he at least knew better enough to remove himself from the situation.

Also, he tried his very best to limit the amount of times he crossed the little hallway to bother Daniel in his driver’s room. He tried to make himself stay in his own and focus on other things but the pull of the omega he desired so deeply just feet across the hall was difficult to refuse. Max could always smell Daniel – more so after a track session when he returned to his room. Warm, a bit sweaty. Almost irresistible but Max made himself not bother Daniel too much. And if he did, he’d made excuses. Seeing what Daniel was up to. Asking if he had an extra phone charger. Coming up with good reasons to go over there.

And he made sure he was long back at the hotel after track commitments when he knew Daniel and his friends would be going out some where. Never stuck around enough to be hurt to not get an invitation, nor to be too weak to refuse one if he did. Paddock Club was enough. Daniel in a night club with all the scents of other alphas in a sexually charged environment… Max didn’t trust himself, so he didn’t wait around to find out.

He never said anything to Daniel, but Daniel had figured it out, anyway.

But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t. He didn’t understand his own biology, the way he acted on instinct and hardly ever thoughtful consideration. It was second nature to… to court, in his own little way, the omega he so deeply wanted to have as his own. He knew it wouldn’t ever happen, which was why he’d never said anything. But.

Biology.

“Max,” Daniel had started, using his gentle voice that made Max squirm. He wasn’t joking or teasing like he usually did with Max. Daniel was being serious and Max wanted to get out of here.

Humiliated. Rejected. Hurting.

“I’m flattered, Max, really,” Daniel continued and Max wanted to positively die, but he was stuck on the little couch in his driver’s room with Daniel in the doorway and there was no escape. “But we’re team mates and you’re really young and we should just be friends, hey? It’s been good, as it is. I don’t want to drag this out but just, we’ll be friends. And I know it’s weird when you first present but it’ll be okay. Just, let’s dial it back, yeah? All good, we’ll move on and pretend this didn’t happen,” Daniel finished before taking a step back to leave and give Max his privacy.

“Okay,” Max agreed, eyes downcast at his hands in his lap. He’d been trying. As it was. To mellow out. To not be too obvious. To just. Do as little as possible and fight off the rest of his urges to get his hackles up and put his hands on Daniel in the presence of other people. He’d been trying hard, already.

“I’ll catch you later,” Daniel said before exiting and closing the door, leaving Max alone on his little couch.

Daniel’s warm, soft, honey-like omega scent had been gone through the whole conversation. Max ached with the hurt of Daniel’s words and the confusion of him smelling so sad.

#eager baby alpha max!!!#omega daniel #maxiel #my ficlet

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yuu-kumeii · 1 year

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"What do you think you'll get for White day, [Y/N]?"

"Oh, probably a box of chocolates or something heart themed"

You don't actually know and for good reason too. For as long as you've been married, you can never exactly pin down your husband's train of thought when it comes to his love language. Love language being the term that he uses to justify the ungodly amount of things he buys you on any available occasion. It's not wrong call it his love language but you think there would be a word to describe the sheer amount of excuses he has compiled in that mind of his for every gift he brings home for you.

Unfortunately, as much as you want to use the word spoil to describe it. No word can encapsulate the excuses ~and~ the frequency of these presents. They're like objects that suddenly appear in your house like they've been there this whole time, but you know they haven't. Everytime one appears, you ask your husband and get the confirmation that "Yes, they are for you and no I will not take no for answer" before the culprit skips off to work like he didn't just buy you completely cute but unnecessary.

So that's why you can earnestly say you don't actually know. Because White day day? You know, the holiday where it's customary to give something back to the one you love? The one holiday that reciprocates care for the bond you have with another, that White Day? Trying to guess would be like trying to guess how you die, other than the most obvious option, you can't just guess and know whether or not you're right. But now that you think about it, maybe this Valentine's day will be the one where you get a nice, regular sized box of chocolates and maybe even a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Though you hope that this time, he'll let the store clerk help him with arranging it. Whatever you're getting on this Valentine's day might be completely ordinary and similar to the ones your coworkers get from their significant others....

Oh who are you kidding? It's probably going to be extra.

But you have no time to think about that because it's right back to work after all the Valentine's talk around the office. Well at least you try to ignore it but with the obvious flower decor and suprise partners visiting to see their significant other hard at work, it's hard not to let your mind spiral once again to dwell on just what your unpredictable husband might get you. Yet you persist in your work and tune out everything around you for the time being. Hopefully until the end of your shift which may or may not be earlier than usual given the chipper yet intimidatingly efficient work ethic of your coworkers today. If only they were like this every other day.... Oh well, you'll take what you can get.

The workload vanished as fast as it came, everyone was ready to pack up and leave to celebrate what was left of Valentine's day with their partners. Some already left once they've finished their share while the rest opted to stay for a bit of chit chat, more discussion on what their partners would get them and all the more reason you feel lost in your answer to the various questions thrown your way. It's no secret to anyone that your husband would sell his kidney if it meant getting you something special, the thought came up so frequently that it became a running joke at your expense. Not that you really minded since the jokes were more than true to reality itself, you can't count the amount of times your husband burst in your office in a panic just because you accidentally left your lunch at home. He'd pout while telling you to be more careful as if he hasn't left his fair share of packed lunches, though you do think he might be doing it on purpose just to see and brag about you to his friends.

You've really been drifting in your thoughts the whole work day because the second you take in your surroundings, there were only a handful of people left. Gone were the endless conversations and the bright office light, replaced with a sunset glow signalling for your departure. Absentmindedly bidding the rest goodbye, you walk into the elevator and descend. Alone with your thoughts once more but not for long, as the doors open to reveal an empty reception desk. Man, you really have lost track of time. The sun starts to bid its farewell yet it doesn't stop the sound of people getting pulled into pastry shops for a last minute White day gift. Well it might not be last minute but it does look like it considering the greatly reduced amounts of people. You remember just how crowded the shopping mall was, partners and students alike rushing to find something for their significant other. How funny it reminded you of yourself in high school, who would've thought the amount of stress it took just to find the perfect Valentine's Day chocolates for your then school crush. The same crush who ended up spoiling you for White Day, telling you to wait for his graduation because White Day wasn't the only day he wanted to spoil you. Such a cheesy line, how did you ever see him as anything but a dork? You know the answer to that yet remembering it would be too embarrassing.

In the midst of all your reminiscing, you didn't realize you were already home until you almost tripped on the first step. But not to worry, you've done that at least 2 times eversince you both moved in so you're probably almost immune to the pain.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

With nothing else to stall with, you finally make your way inside the desolate house. The lights still off and nothing out of place, just how you left it this morning. To be honest, you feel like it looks a bit sad. But that's probably because it's White Day and your husband is probably just on his way home now, the empty house makes you feel like a single woman but not to worry because that will change at one point of the evening. In the meantime, you settled for a shower to get your mind off the White Day everything. Even though your house has nothing even relating to it, the anticipation of your husband showing up to finally answer the question that's been nagging at the back of your head is killing you. Once changed, you make your way to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat while waiting for—

Knock

Oh no.

He's here.... and doesn't choose to just walk inside? He wants you to open the door for him and what? See for yourself what he has planned? Does he want you to open the door to surprise you? To tackle you inside? What if he doesn't have a gift and he just gives you a hug? Nothing wrong with that but all that stress for a hug? Well, it might not be but what if—

KNOCK

Oh right he's still there, still waiting for you to open the door. Well, here goes nothing—

"Welcome ho— eh—"

This was not what you were expecting, this was far from it actually. You knew your husband wouldn't dare forget something like White Day but neither did you think his surprise would be this well surprising. Now you don't actually know what this is supposed to be but what you can say is that it's a lot, very overwhelming because if it weren't for the doorframe you're sure it would tower over you no matter what height you are. The thing that surprised you the most was the fluffy teddy bear face that greeted you instead of your husband, the teddy bear had a good enough face but you'd rather kiss the love of your life than the ominous blank face of a stuffed bear that clearly is one size too large for your door. Not only the bear, but there was an ocean of red, pink, and white around it. Bouquets themed after one color each and chocolates of different shapes and flavors with their boxes to match, there were boxes of what you assume are pastries from the shopping district coupled with enough cards to last till your 25th anniversary yet even all that probably doesn't scrape the surface of this White Day gift supreme package or whatever it is. But behind it all was the sheepish expression of your husband who politely asks to be let inside so none of what he's carrying would bury you, as someone who values their life you step aside to let him in. Though you should've seen it coming, nothing could prepare you for the look of absolute disarray once your husband found out he couldn't just waltz in and have the gifts phase through the wall. He looks so confused now that he has to actually think of how he's going to get him and the pile inside the house, you can see it behind his eyes. The desolate mind behind it too tired to find an answer, to the point he felt the need to look at you with a helpless face just begging you to help him.

And being the helpful lover you are, you laugh at his dismay before giving him an amused expression. It isn't until he starts pouting outside in the night breeze unwilling to step inside until the pile gets in first that you roll your eyes playfully before telling him to put the pile down so you both can take it in more manageable bundles. Your husband puts the pile down and watches as you take the top of his haul into your hands to place it on your kitchen counter, still watching as you go back to get more. It's ok though, because you can see the gears turning in his head for a second which finally prompts him to start mirroring your actions. Not long after, the mass is successfully moved inside. Now that you have a proper look at it, most of these things look like they've been kept in good condition. Not that you think the quality would be in shambles but you expected at least a little bit of wear and tear considering the time it took for these to get here, assuming he bought them during the prime time for White Day sales that is.

Oh how wrong you are, but you'll find that out soon. Right when your thoughts start to spiral, your husband walks downstairs clean and ready to explain himself. Well maybe you'll be the one to make him but that's besides the point.

"Ok... Care to explain why this pile of chocolates, flowers and cards is about three times your size?" The calm smoothness of your voice cannot mask the entirety of your awe but it's enough to have your husband stop in his place like a deer caught in headlights, you're not even looking at him at this point. Turned towards the pile of chocolate that definitely should be in the fridge by now and yet not making a move to do so. A moment of silence ensues before your husband answers.

"They said that if I got you all this it'll make you love me more..."

Huh.

"Wait, who are 'they'?"

"The people at the shopping district, I didn't have time to get you a gift in the morning so I went there on the way home and then the people there came up to me saying how they have 'the perfect White Day surprise for your partner' and about how you'd expect something big from me today.... So I bought everything they recommended...."

This guy. This pure, dumb, cute, whatever thing you can call him—! You can't believe he got ganged up like that! How dare those shopkeepers take advantage of your poor defenseless husband on White Day! You can imagine the smirks on those guys, probably proud of themselves about the last minute sale they managed to get. All because your husband was manipulated into thinking you'd love him any less if he came home empty handed, the audacity of some people! You'll give them a piece of your mind when you get the chance—

"Are you mad?"

You must've let it show on your face that you're planning to probably beat up some poor store clerk right after White Day, but it's fine because he will never know the thoughts behind the face. And honestly, you aren't mad. Far from it actually, you feel so loved. Because what kind of person would willingly follow the suggestions of multiple shopkeepers from different shops on gifts for their wife? Well, your husband unsurprisingly but it's in the name of love so everything should be fine. Though you will make sure to tell him that just one White Day package is enough of a surprise already, not to mention the fact that you might have to share the chocolates with friends and family if you don't want them to be wasted.

"No of course not, c'mere... "

With light footsteps you stop right in front of him, gazing into his eyes with a loving look. You smile and take his face into your hands, his breath hitches at the distance between you. Funny how you do this on almost every 'special occasion' and yet he still acts as if it's the first time you've done anything this intimate. Besides that, you continue to close the distance before giving him a kiss. One that prompts him to put his hands on your hips out of reflex to pull you closer, a light hue spread across his face making him look extra cute. But before he could reciprocate, you pull away causing him to chase your lips. A giggle was pulled from you at the sight of your big strong husband all pouty and flush, looking at you with eyes that screamed for you to continue kissing him. Unfortunately for him, it seems you have other plans because not only did you pull away from the kiss, you pulled yourself away from him entirely. Your husband looks so lost, even more so when you turn away from him to pick up a box of chocolates. Opening it and popping one into your mouth before looking back at him innocently.

"What? We have all this chocolate now, can't let it go to waste"

Your smile dropping into an amused grin as you kept eating the chocolates, leaving your husband to once again take a few seconds to process what you just said. Finally gathering his bearings, your husband huffs at you. Pout still present yet his demeanor now turned playful, you know what he's going to do.

"Why you—! Get over here and gimme that kiss!"

This was better than what you could ever expect.

ATSUMU <3333, BOKUTO <333, HINATA, Kita, Osamu, LEV <33, Kageyama, Oikawa (probably so proud of himself), Kuroo (Definitely proud too), Iwaizumi, All hq boys probably did this at some point let's be real

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androgynousblackbox · 2 months

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Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 3 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

"Good morning to all our dear listeners. Alastor is here to give you the warmest welcome to your favorite radio station. I know you all have great fun around here, I do too! It's nothing but laughter and joy on these parts.

But as part of this valuable medium that we all appreciate even today, on this age of fasting moving and gaudy technology, we must also remember to stay informed! The right kind of informed, where we seek to the truth of the matter without any biases or red tinted sunglasses.

In order to honor that, I bring you a bunch of exciting news. One of them is so important that I have it all on a little envelope with the words "Here. Happy now?" scribbled on top with… just about one of the most hideous handwriting I have ever seen.

I haven't looked at it's interior yet, but it's sitting right at my desk as we speak and I plan to share with all of you. That is the power of journalism in action, dear listener.

Before any of that, though, I would be remiss if I didn't relay to you something that our dear resident Rosie just told me when we were having our weekly breakfast together.

You all remember Rosie, don't you? The lovely, charismatic and oh so charming owner of the chocolate boutique not that far away from our station. It's a beautiful place, but it has always been dragged down by one small issue, one irritating factor that unfortunately ruined the perfect picture.

Unrelated to that, tonight the co-owner of the Chocolate Boutique has passed away. If you ever paid attention to the name on top of the establishment, then you will know who I am talking about. I never did so I don't. I think Rosie call them Claire, I want to say? That is probably close enough.

It was so gruesome too, isn't that funny? Whatever raccoon must have slipped inside of her house at night was truly having a creative mood because they spared no section to decorate it with the insides of Clara. Just not lungs anywhere. I guess that one must have been too tempting to let it go to waste. I can't say that I blame them, good lungs are hard to come by, especially for women that age.

Such a tragedy, listener. Clarissa for years has been the business partner of Rosie. They started it out ten whole years ago, after Rosie was coming out from a particularly bad divorc that later turned out in a rather joyful funeral. Rosie was so focused in trying to get her things sorted out properly that she didn't realize that the term of their contract was giving Clarinette a portion of their earnings that was far bigger she would have liked. But there was nothing to do about it because Clady was the one with the connections, the one who knew the right people and the right numbers to supply for their wonderful treats.

Oh, if only Rosie had found the notebook that she had hiding under her pillow before. It could have save her so many headaches and frustrating nights! Oh, she will insist that they were the best of friends, but you don't do business with friends. You get screwed by them and they expect you to tolerate it with a smiling face. Which Rosie had to do, as the lady that she is, until that raccoon slipped in through the open window in library of the second floor.

Not that me or her would know anything about that though!

In any case, don't bother picking up all the pieces you find. There is no point for her. Claennis already made her bed, so it's only time for her to lay on it. A devastated Rosie informed me that she will be having a party service this afternoon in order to celebrate the life of her death friend, Clarine, and of course everyone is invited to come in. It will also be a sort of re-opening with a new sign outside that contains just her name.

Come enjoy a discount of the 5% on their macaroons, they are absolutely to die for. I recommend the strawberry ones, those are my favorites.

Oh, well. Farewell, Clarisse. We will manage to find the will to keep going with your absense, I am sure of it. Rosie is already taking care of everything you left behind.

She told me that last night when we were having dinner at my house. That was at 20:30, for anyone who cares, around the same time that ravenous raccoon was satisfying it's hunger. Sinking it's teeth on those meaty lungs. Rosie was just telling me how much she loved and respected her friend. Isn't that a espectacular lady, dear listener?

You all know I am not much for parties. I prefer a nice evening with a book and some jazz at my side if I get to choose. But I might make an exception for this one ocassion in order to support a friend. It could be fun! So if any of my dear listener goes, we might shake hands there.

Rosie, dear, if you are hearing, the best of lucks as always.

Meanwhile, I did promised you more than one news today. Here it is. Just let me get that enveloped. I am going to be honest, it's lighter than what I expected, but I am sure that doesn't mean that is any less interesting.

This source of mine is shy, he doesn't like the attention, so he has kindly ask me to keep his name away from crediting for these foundings. He also told me there is nothing too interesting here, but let us be the judges of that.

As many of you would know, on our last transmission I had very valid and justified concerns regarding the identity of our newest resident. In my humble opinion, anyone with two braincells capable of rubbing together would have them too. A rich inventor of toys coming to a small humble little town? Having a daughter? With that stupid perfect hair and that pretentious name? To revive an old and abandoned toy store nobody cared about?

All very suspicious behavior, indeed. I could almost have shivers running down my spine just thinking about it. What could be behind that white smile of his? Drugs? Trafficking? Dog fights?

Maybe trafficked drugged dogs? Oh, listener, I just couldn't dream of letting such a potential dangerous criminal running around in our precious little town. Causing power outages and unwanted static. Not on my watch, no, sir!

So I had someone do a little research. Just to be safe, of course, I would never use it for anything else. That is for the police to care about it. Although why they haven't take care of it now is a valid point of criticism that we aren't indulging in right now. Waste of tax money if I ever saw one.

Wait, shoot, I forgot my glasses. Oh, yes, they there are. Alrighty, let's see.

Name… still the same. Still that joke of a awful name. I guess that makes sense, considering people can just change it. Fine, I will allow it, but what else?

He is a inventor that made a pool able to detect if a kid is drowning and from there is that his fortune started.

Well! There you have it, first strike! What a spoilsport! If parents are not paying attention to their children while they are on the pool, maybe they don't deserve an alarm at all! And with such obviously neglectful parent, those poor children are clearly only going to suffer more in the future! This is doing nothing but prolongue the inevitable. How evil is that?

But wait! He used to have his own toy store back where he comes from. HA! THERE IT IS, I KNEW IT! What happened there, mmm? Did it mysteriously go up in flammes? Did the ensurance company was immediately called, one hand on the phone and the other on the gasoline tank? Was the business not going that hot so you had to turn it up?

It says here that he closed it himself after his wife died. Mmm? Did you now? What happened there, dear old pal? A mysterious disease no doctor could verify? A stabbing on a cold case no one could solve? Did you do it yourself or you paid someone to do it?

Of… pancreatic cancer.

Huh.

Curious. The same thing that took my mother.

God bless her heart, that was 12 years ago. Has it really been that long already? Yes, 12 years.

I still remember how quickly the disease consumed her like it happened just yesterday.

Well, that… is tragic. It says here that after his wife died, he locked himself up on his mansion… did you had to write mansion, couldn't you just say house, who puts mansion in a report… for five months. According to friends of the family, Lucifer just wanted to get out of there as fast as he could before he could do something that he would regret. Maybe getting back to making the toys they both loved would help, he would say to people.

So he picked this town because when pointing at it with eyes closed in a map. It was a complete coincidence that there was a toy store waiting for him at all.

His daughter is named Charlie, is 3 years old and she likes duckies. There is clipping of a picture in which she posed with her dad for an article about some invention of his. I haven't seen her myself yet, but I can see the resemblance. At least we know that we won't ever need a DNA test to prove their relationship.

She has the same big blue eyes. Poor thing.

There is nothing more about her here. I would hope so, with just 3 years on this earth. Not even I would have made a thick report at that age.

There is a picture of the man in front of his new house during moving day. There are surrounded by a bunch of workers moving furniture and boxes. He doesn't look so tiny holding his daughter and smiling to her.

His hair is still so stupid. It's a little messy, some strands are out of place, but still looks… stupidly, ridiculously perfect. I don't trust a man with a hair that can do that.

Not that damn static again. What even is that? Fine, fine! I will put it down now, okay? It's back on the envelope, along with all the completely useless bunch of information. Is it fine now?

Is it?

Good.

But wait, that can't be really it, does it? Just some guy with a tragic backstory? That is it?

Not even a speeding ticket? Some accidental manslaughter? I could even take stealing candy from a baby!

Nothing!

Well, that is no fun! That is just so boring! And here I thought, dear listener, that I was about to make a break through that would be the talk for months to come. But this is so mundane and pathetically sad that now I just feel gross. It's weird, it makes me wish I haven't opened it up at all.

I am so terribly sorry for making you waste your time like this, dear listener. Some gossip has never harmed a fly, but this was maybe a little bit much. I just don't understand why I feel like I want to vomit when seeing this guy. Is my gut wrong? That would be a first.

I guess that goes to show, dear listener: do not trust the media with everything and don't believe everything you hear. Stuff can be a lot more complicated than what they seem at a first glance. Like windows that are opened up at night during pleasant dinners with friends in another house. Or impossibly disgusting shiny hair that doesn't want to keep on place.

My source was the Chief Officer Husk, by the way.

Now, the weather…"

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Teen wolf characters: they save you/help you

Includes: Peter, Jordan, and Chris

Warnings: swearing, blood, death

Peter:

"No."

Peter can hear your heart-beat begin to slow- your breath shuddering, and the blood...there's so much blood.

"(y/n).", and, for once, the man is at a loss of words. Trudging- limping- towards you, he makes his place next to you. Hands moving to press down on your stomach- the blood coating his hands.

"Peter?"

but you're so weak. Unable to keep your eyes open long- only glimpses of Peter in your vision.

"...it's me sweetheart. I'm here."

Hunters. They're the reason for this. They'd been after Peter, when you'd been there. With no hesitation one of them shot you before Peter could even stop them; he'd been forced to watch you get shot.

"It will be okay..."

Through half-lucidity you place a hand on the left side of his face. Smile growing on your lips;

"...I know it will be, because you're here."

In another situation he would find this adorable, but right now, it only emphasizes more the urgency of the situation. He needs to heal you, and quick.

Looking back at you with kind eyes- only you're ever witness to- Peter sucks in a deep breath, letting the healing begin.

Through this whole process you are fighting back the urge to fall asleep 'cause if you do you'll probably die. No you are able to force yourself to stay awake until he's finished healing you.

When the healing is over Peter feels light-headed, but apart from that, he's okay. He pulls his hand away, and glances down at you.

"...see..."

Then, he stands with his arms already wrapped around you holding you close.

"...you're alright..."

He glances down at you just in time to see you drift off. Relaxed- in no pain- but fine. You're okay. He lets go of the breath he'd been holding.

Pressing a soft kiss to your head Peter falls into a step, heading off to find the others.

Jordan

You hadn't seen it, but now as Jordan is unaware of the debacle you have yourself in, you're forced to stand there.

Bear trap. It had been hidden so well that no one, not even your werewolf friends, would have been able to notice it.

"Jordan...?"

Heart racing at what feels like a million miles an hour; but you force yourself to remain strong. Jordan stops, and turns, his eyes soon falling on your panicked face.

The deputy tilts his head, confused.

"Everything alright (y/n)?"

Sighing- shakily- you look down.

"Not really, no..."

Jordan follows your eyes- they fall on that device- and then his heart stops.

"Shit..."

Tucking away his gun, he slowly approaches. Bringing himself into a kneeling position to search for the instructions; different trap, different instructions. he has dealt with this before- last time things went...differently.

"Okay..."

So while he finds the instructions and reads over them you have to stop yourself from freaking the hell out. You trust Jordan- of course you do- but anyone with their foot stuck in a trap would feel this way. And with your heart racing as fast as it is you swear you'll die of a heart attack instead.

"Okay..."

He looks up at you- the fear on his face, evident.

"...okay when I tell you jump out of the trap and I'll grab you."

"Okay..." with a small nod, you force a smile on. "Okay Jordan. I trust you."

The deputy nods, his eyes flicking back to that lever. Jordan nods to himself, brngs his hand to the levers, and then turns it.

"Now!"

You jump out of it, like he’d said to, and Jordan grabs you. *bang* the trap goes off mere seconds later. You're fine, though- no broken leg.

"Thank god..."

A weight lifting off both of your shoulders; you practically lose strength in your legs Jordan being the only one keeping you upright.

"Thank you Jordan..."

He nods, not letting you go.

"You're welcome."

Chris:

The moon looms above, providing you with light, while you trudge through the woods.

Chris is behind you, one hand on his gun, while the other rests by his side.

"...how long now?"

With your own weapon out and ready for if anything were to happen, you're soon joined by Chris. Who looks ahead, but also glances at you from time to time.

"A few more minutes."

Hunters, as always, have been causing some trouble for the pack. You and Chris had decided to go and scope things out, see how many of these hunters there are.

"...you sure you want to stay?"

"I'm sure."

You soon fall into a silence, some glances spared between eachother every so often. Sure you'd rather be spending your friday night doing anything other than this, but at least when you've dealt with these hunters, you can ensure the safety of the others.

They may be supernatural's but you and Chris are still the adults [Derek having left a few weeks prior], and their safety is your top priority.

Picking up speed a little you realize you're unaware of the eyes from nearby. A hunter has caught wind of your little 'scoping out mission' and has been following for the past couple minutes. His aim is on you, and then he'll be able to 'take out Chris' next. In this hunter's words 'he's smarter'

Chris says something, earning a quiet laugh from you. Nudging him gently you flick your eyes to the path ahead, again; the hunter gets closer, smirk on his lips, and when he's sure he has a lock on you, he brings his hand over the trigger.

5: he counts down in his head

4: he notes that smile on your lips. It will be gone soon.

3: a small click sounds as he quickly loads in another bullet

2: "You're dead."

*bang*

Gunshot ringing out through the woods. Gun dropping to the ground, the body joining the gun.

Silence...

a breath is let out, and then quick footsteps over to the body. Chris looks at the body...and then he turns to you. You stare at Chris with wide eyes, shock covering your face.

"What..."

"He was going to shoot you."

Chris closes the distance between you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Letting out another breath you'd been holding you place a hand on top of Chris’s shock still on your features, but also relief.

"Thank you."

He hides his fear, that he had nearly missed that Hunter. Chris nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You're welcome."

The two of you soon continue on, but you notice Chris become more protective.

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