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seonghwasriceball · 3 years

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Enhypen Reaction

To being jealous

Lee Heeseung

A difficult guy to make jealous, I think. Like, it's Lee Heeseung. It doesn't get much better than that. But, anyway, he wouldn't get jealous in a "Someone was flirting with my s/o, what if they woo them and I lose them" kind of way, but more in a "My s/o is giving someone else attention, and I want them to pay attention to me" sort of way.

You were at Enhypen's dorm to spend some time with your boyfriend, but the maknae line had called you away to play a game with them because they were tired of only interacting with people in their group. And for the first little while Heeseung was fine with it, happy even, he loved seeing that you and his group mates got along well, but after two hours, he was getting lonely. He didn't like that you were spending more time with the youngest three than with him, because you were there to spend time with him in the first place. At first, he sat in the room and stared at you for a while, hoping you'd get the hint, but when that didn't work, he went away to sulk in the bedroom. After about twenty minutes of self pity, Heeseung began to feel guilty, because he was the eldest, and therefore he should be more mature than this, and after all, they are kids. They need to interact with people, they're still growing and developing. But the way you hugged Riki when he lost a round instead of hugging him made Heeseung sad. So, instead of whining into his pillow, he texted you to ask if you'd come spend time with him any time soon, and started giggling and wriggling about when you told him you'd finish that round of whatever it was you guys were playing and you're all his. When you finally came and laid down next to him on the bed, he had the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face, and he basically pinned you to the bed with his body, his face in your neck, voice slightly muffled when he said,

"Hope you peed before you got here, because I'm not letting go any time soon."

To sum up, Heeseung will get quiet, then disappear when jealous. He'll recognise and acknowledge the feeling, and then feel bad and immature for it, but cuddles and reassurances from you make it all better.

Jay Park

Jay is more easily jealous than Heeseung, but again, not in an insecure way, but in a "this guy has the audacity to flirt with and touch my s/o? Nah, I don't think so" and a "that should be me with my arm around their shoulder" kinda way.

So, you were out with Jay shopping, and whilst in one of the shops, you met a classmate who was always kind of flirty with everyone but had been much more forward with you specifically over the past few weeks. It had made you pretty uncomfortable, but he wouldn't stop. You had told Jay about it when it would not let up, and he had asked if you wanted him to do anything about it but respected your wishes when you said no and that you just wanted to vent. But now, this guy was right in front of him, flirting with you and taking your hand to play with your fingers, ignoring Jay and his arm around your waist. When you took your hand back, and he reached out to take it in his again, Jay decided he had enough. Slapping his hand away and glaring at him, Jay pulled you closer to his body and proceeded to tell the guy off.

"They are quite clearly in a relationship, dude. And on top of that, extremely uncomfortable with you. Take a hint and back off, have some self-awareness."

Overall, Jay doesn't really get insecure kind of jealous, more of a protective kind of jealous. He just wants people to know you're taken, and above all, he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. I want one

Jake Sim

Cliché, I know, but I will push the soft boy Jake agenda as far as I can. Jake doesn't get jealous much; he loves and trusts you way too much for that. He wouldn't put his entire heart and soul into you if he didn't. But, sometimes, he'll see you post a picture with some friends, or see you talking with them so freely and excitedly, or you'll mention one name more frequently than usual. He'll start thinking about how being an idol means you can't do all that stuff with him out in the open, and he can't always be there for you when you need him like that one guy from your class can. So, he gets sad and starts to close in on himself. He's more quiet than usual and doesn't joke around with the boys as much.

After class, you had gone straight to the dorm to congratulate your boyfriend and his group on their successful promotions stream fever. You were currently telling Jake about your day because he always insisted you tell each other everything, just to stay as connected as possible. You mentioned one name a lot more than you usually did during your story because you were set up to do a project in pairs, and he was your partner. The guy in question was a classmate you were sort of friends with, but not entirely. Like, if you didn't know anyone else in a room and he was there, you wouldn't feel uncomfortable sitting next to and talking with him, but you wouldn't go out of your way to eat lunch with him, so you had never really mentioned him much before, but he had made a hilarious mistake when working together, which you thought would make Jake laugh, so you told him all about it. When you finished, you excused yourself to the bathroom, and that left Jake alone with his thoughts. He began thinking about how this guy makes you laugh, and is in your class, and can spend so much more time with you, and he started to get really sad. When you came back, you recognised the look on his face immediately and went to sit on his lap and tell him about how much you missed him and how you wish he could be the one doing the project with you. Good intentions, didn't work. That sort of just highlighted the fact that he was missing out on time with you. When you saw it was just getting worse, you resorted to the most fool-proof method you could think of - you began kissing him all over his face and telling him that you're so proud of everything he's doing. You don't mind the long periods of time apart because you wanted him to do what he loves and that you'll always be waiting for him when he has time off. If that doesn't seem to work (it usually does), you would tackle him down on the bed and cuddle him, basically like a koala on its tree. Arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, your nose against his ear, telling him every three seconds that he was your favourite thing ever.

"Thank you for staying with me no matter what, baby. I love you so much."

Yeah, he gets sad, but you just cling onto him and force it into him that you love him; he'll soon be back to the happy little Aussie boy we all know and love.

Park Sunghoon

How are you gonna make Sunghoon jealous, huh? How are you going to find someone who could live up to that? That's right, you won't. The only way Sunghoon is going to get jealous is if you're sitting really close with somebody else who could possibly be as good a boyfriend to you as him. Like, say you have a guy best friend who you're really close to, and you're sitting on the couch with your legs over his lap. This guy knows you almost as well as Sunghoon does, and you're clearly comfortable with him like you are with Sunghoon, so it's entirely possibly that if he were to make a move, you'd be up for it. That's really the only scenario I think Sunghoon would get jealous in. Of course, he won't say anything, tsundere Sunghoon ain't about that. He'll probably just come sit next to you and make some sort of physical contact that gets across the message of, "My s/o, I love you, even though I don't verbally tell you all the time."

You were over at the boys' dorm, just cause, and were watching a movie with your best friend, Jay, and boyfriend, Sunghoon. You had known Jay for much longer, and in all those years you had been best friends it just became natural that you would invade his personal space, so when you put your legs over his, and leaned back on Sunghoon, neither one thought much of it. Sunghoon got up about halfway through the movie to get a refill on his drink, and you just let your body flop down in his place, legs still on top of Jay's, who now had his hand over your knee. Sunghoon thought nothing of it, until he got back, when a specific line was said on the screen. You and Jay said it in perfect unison and then burst out laughing. Sunghoon recognised the line as one you and Jay would say to each other all the time, it had become an inside joke between you two that neither of you ever explained to anyone, so you always looked like a couple of weirdos to everyone. Everyone except for Sunghoon, who saw that and couldn't help but think about how Jay knew you throughout all of your life, and he was relatively new to you, and got kind of insecure. But, he knew you wouldn't choose Jay over him romantically, but he still didn't see any harm in showing you both who was really your favourite boy. So, instead of lifting the top half of your body and sliding underneath so you were once again leaning against him, Sunghoon picked you up from the couch completely, and sat back down with you in his lap, making sure your body was slightly turned away from Jay. For the rest of the movie he sat there with his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist, giving you little kisses on your neck every so often.

"Mmmm, isn't this so much more comfortable than before, Y/n?"

All in all, Sunghoon doesn't get jealous often, and when he does, he refuses to admit to it. But, you know. Everyone knows.

Kim Sunoo

HO, BOY, when Sunoo gets jealous, he gets JEALOUS. And, what's more, he makes sure you know. He makes sure the person making him jealous knows. He makes sure everyone in the room knows. He'll start doing aegyo for you, then turn to the guy with a disgusted look on his face, you know the one, the very Sunoo one. Then he'll turn back to you and ask you how cute you think he is, then has the BALLS to ask who you think is better looking, him or the guy who was trying to flirt, and he doesn't even acknowledge them as a threat, he just wants to show them that he has you whipped because he does.

You were hanging out outside with Sunoo when someone came up to you and started flirting, eventually asking for your number. Obviously, you instantly declined and turned to grab Sunoo's arm to leave before he got all competitive, but, alas, it was too late. 4Sunoo was already giving this guy The Looktm. Sighing internally, you just decided you would enjoy the show and pull Sunoo away before he emotionally destroyed this guy. At first, it was just some light scolding. 'They shut you down when you started flirting, what makes you think they'll give you their number?' and 'Couldn't you see they were clearly with someone. We were holding hands, are you blind?' but then he busts out the aegyo, asking you if you would really leave him for some rando off the street, finally turning back to the guy, and telling him once and for all to get lost, before he grabbed your arm and flounced away. You were positive that, had his hair been long enough, he would have ended with a sassy hair flick. and now I must manifest long hair Sunoo real quick

"You really thought you did something there, huh? Newsflash, they've been trying to shut you down nicely since you looked their way."

Yeah, he ain't having none of it.

Yang Jungwon

my SON As much as Jungwon wants to appear mature in your relationship, he's still just a kid, and kids emotions get the best of them sometimes, so yeah, he gets jealous. He gets jealous like Heeseung, in that he wants all your attention, and like Jay because he wants to be the one who's holding on to you, and like Jake, because he knows that he can't spend as much time with you as is ideal, because not only is he an idol, but he is a leader, and therefore has more responsibility than just another classmate you know. So a jealous Jungwon is a sad, insecure Jungwon pls my heart I just want him to smile and never feel sad ever, I will punch his emotions for him if he needs it, he activates such big caring older sister feelings in me, more so than my actual little brother

Enhypen had finished their schedules for the day in the mid-afternoon, so instead of just lounging at the dorm, Jungwon decided he'd pick you up from school and take you to get something to eat. He texted you beforehand to make sure you didn't have any schedule clashes that might get in the way. He waited in the company vehicle while student streamed out of the building, watching to spot you. When he did, he didn't like what he saw. You had exited the building with a boy he had never seen before, laughing and joking. You were actually being quite boisterous, pushing and pulling each other, he could hear your laughter from where he was in the car park. He always loved that sound, and he was happy you were having fun, but he wished like hell that it was him you were hiving fun with. He wanted to mess up your hair and then trip you over and laugh as you stumbled, he wanted to be the one telling you the jokes that made you laugh so hard you had to bend over. When he saw you jump on the other guys back was when he had had enough. He got his manager who was driving to honk the car horn, and got out of the car and waved at you. When you recognised the figure in the mask and bucket hat, Jungwon saw your eyes light up like a Christmas tree right before you started sprinting towards him, without even saying goodbye to your classmate. When you were finally within hugging distance, you launched yourself at your boyfriend, telling him how much you loved and missed him, and how boring everything was without him. Just your natural reaction to Jungwon's presence was enough to calm his insecurities, and he calmly told you that he had missed you as well. It wasn't until later, when he was dropping you off at home did he ask about what was happening with your classmate at school.

"So, who was that guy you left the school building with?"

Baby gets jealous easily, but is also comforted really easily, to the point you never even realise he was jealous in the first place.

Nishimura Riki

Riki is not having it. He doesn't even give the jealousy a chance to creep upon him. If he wants your attention, he's asking for it. If he needs reassurance, he tells you. If he is ever uncomfortable with the way somebody else is touching you, he makes his objections known. He doesn't see the point of keeping this all to himself and worrying about it when he could talk to you and sort it all out. He has more important things to worry about, like whose bed he's going to invade that night or when he's next going to get his fix of bungeoppang. A lot of times, if you're interacting with someone in a way that makes him feel jealous, he'll just pick you up and carry you away, usually just to plop you down in the next room and take a nap on your shoulder.

You were backstage at Inkigayo, waiting for Riki to finish getting his makeup done, so you talked to Sunoo for a while. You actually found out you had quite a lot in common and were bonding over your shared interests for so long that you didn't even notice when Riki was let out of the makeup artists chair. He came and sat next to you, but you didn't acknowledge him, which was fine with him; he didn't want to interrupt such an animated conversation. When Sunoo suggested exchanging numbers so you guys could continue your conversation later, Riki began to feel that tiny bit strange. As he watched you enter your numbers on each other's phones and then Sunoo walk off to get his makeup done, he recognised what was happening and decided to put a stop to it. When Heeseung came up to try and talk to you both, Riki just straight up ignored him as he stood up and lifted you up by your armpits to take you to the corner of the room where he sat you on top of the dressing table and just pressed his face into your neck, muffledly complaining that you liked Sunoo more. Carefully, you ran your fingers through his hair and told him you could only see Sunoo as a friend and that the number was literally just so you guys could gush over Anne With an E when you got home that night.

"All these guys do is take up your time away from me. I hate them. You're never allowed to speak to anyone but me ever again."

Yeah. Riki doesn't take no sh*t when it comes to things cutting into his cuddling time.

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the-mirror-witch · 4 years

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hello! is it alright to ask a sort of contiunation to my previous ask? what about the first year gang's reaction to fem!mc and malleus dating? i hope this is alright with u! 💖💕💗

(A continuation of this post.)

It was official. There was something seriously wrong with you.

Ace might not have been the sharpest card in the deck, but even he could notice this much. You had been super spacey lately, more so than usual. He’d often glance your way during class just to see gazing dreamily into the distance, sighing with contentment. Professor Trein’s lectures sure as hell weren’t that interesting, so there must have been something else preoccupying your mind. Well, whatever it was, it needed you to stop. If Ace saw one more longing gaze, he was going to throw up.

Whatever kind of illness it was that you had, Ace just prayed it wasn’t contagious. If he started acting that way, Duece might as well drop another cauldron on him.

Ace knew he wasn’t imagining it. After all, the other members of your trouble squad had noticed as well. You weren’t subtle.

All seemed to be right with the world as you and your pals made your way to lunch. Grim was squirming in your arms, cheerful as always at the promise of food. Epel was recounting his tale about how he was subjected to another painful etiquette lesson from his dorm leader.

“For the last time, I don’t care which spoon I need to use for soup,” Epel moaned, his country accent slipping through. “They all look the damn same anyways. Next time, I'm just drinking it right from the bowl.”

Ace sneered, “Yeah, right. You wouldn’t dare.”

Epel puffed out his cheeks in agitation, “You saying I ain’t man enough to do it.”

“You mean in front of Vil?” You said with a raised eyebrow. “No one’s man enough to do that.”

“Hmph. I’ll show you then.”

You chuckled, knowing Epel wouldn’t actually do it. He was just venting as a form of stress relief. It’s nice to plot your enemy’s demise even if you would never do it.

Jack frowned, “I’ve noticed the conversation has lacked a substantial amount of Malleus Draconia in it. Where’s Sebek?”

Deuce tilted his head, “Huh, I didn’t even notice. Well, he’s probably doing some knightly business, or whatever he’s calling it these days. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s ditched us for his lord.”

While your friends muttered in agreement, you stopped dead in your tracks.

“Oh, shoot! Guys, I’m really sorry, but I can’t eat lunch with you today,” You admitted guiltily.

“What?” They said.

“Yeah, what?” Grim added, glaring up at you. “Don’t tell me you got in trouble. I ain’t missing lunch for you.”

He promptly flew out of your arms and decided to make his nest on Ace’s head.

“Hey! Don’t sit on my hair!”

“I’m not in trouble,” You assured them. “I just promised someone else that I would eat with them today.”

“Who?” Jack asked.

“Well-”

“Y/N!”

Ah, perfect timing.

Your absentee friend appeared, green eyes fiery with impatience. Sebek marched right up to you, dressed appropriately in his Diasomnia uniform, “You are now exactly one minute and twelve seconds late to meet with my lord! You bring shame upon yourself. I will not allow you to delay any further! Come, I shall escort you.”

Wow. Way to rat you out. Also, escort you where? You are literally standing right in front of the cafeteria entrance. Did he think you would lose your way in-between tables?

You merely smiled, “Ah, my apologies, Sebek. Guess I shouldn’t wait any longer, huh?”

“Glad to see you being reasonable for once,” Sebek nodded, pleased with your reaction. “My lord is most excited to meet with you.”

Duece choked, “Sweet Godmother, you’re meeting with Malleus Draconia? The Malleus Draconia?”

You nodded happily.

Sebek nodded as well, “Indeed. Please, contain your jealousy.”

“Jealous?” Ace yelled. “Try scared shitless! Why the heck are you meeting with the dorm leader of Diasomnia? Please tell me you didn’t do anything to get on his bad side. I don’t want to get cursed.”

“Hmph!” Sebek huffed. “As if you are worth the time it would take to curse. My lord has better things to do with his time.”

Ace actually looked insulted by this.

“Charming guys,” You drawled. “And, no, I’m not on his bad side. In fact, I think he rather likes me.”

You blushed at the mere thought. Your relationship was still young and left you giddy at the mere thought.

Epel was the first to catch on. He made a face, “Oh, gross. Well, have fun, I guess.”

You smiled, “Thanks, I guess. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Jack also seemed to have caught on, his face turning red, “O-oh! Yes, enjoy yourself, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

With that, you allowed Sebek to lead you away from your other friends. They watched you as you disappeared into the crowd.

“What? What just happened?” Duece inquired. He, Ace, and Grim were still in clueless train.

Epel ignored them, continuing forward, “Uh, now I get the whole lovey-dovey looks she’s been making lately. She’s going to be insufferable to be around for the next few months, I just know it. The honeymoon phase is always the worst. I’m getting hives just thinking about it.”

Epel paused, then smirked evilly, “Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad. Vil would have a stroke-”

“Eh? Wait, so Y/N isn’t getting cursed?” Grim asked.

Epel and Jack looked at their friends like they were idiots.

“No, morons,” Epel sighed, realizing that he had to spell it out for them. “She’s dating Malleus Draconia.”

Ace, Deuce, and Grim froze. Epel counted down their processing.

“WHAT?!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #twst x reader #malleus x reader #first years #thank you for attending my ted talk #I don't have a Malleus bias #I DON'T #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #deuce spade #ace trappola #grim #mc/yuu

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knchins · 3 years

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Bad Day - Shinsou H.

Summary: Shinsou can always sense when you're having a bad day. Good thing he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: AGED UP CHARACTERS, c*nnilingus/oral, v*ginal fingering/s3x, consensual quirk usage/mind control, squirting, comfort (w/o hurt), pet names, some praise k!nk, fluffy ending

Notes: This was for a request but I realize now the person is no longer following me. Probably should have checked that before writing this lmfao. Oh well, it happens and no hard feelings. I hope everyone enjoys this piece anyway.

Hitoshi could always sense when you were having a bad day, even as he did surveillance around the beat that the agency had assigned him to that day. It was a nagging little voice in the back of his head telling him that something was wrong with his girl. Maybe you were stressed about work or got some bad news. Whatever it was, the profound bond between the two of you had him already knowing the best ways to cheer you up after he clocked out for the day.

When he got home, he found you moping on the couch. He couldn’t help but smile at just how well he knew you. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

You mumbled something inherently into the cushions of the couch, a mistake as he immediately used his quirk to have you sitting up. “You should really use your words, kitten.” He joked as he released you from his hold.

You pouted at him softly, “Bad day.” You mumbled, “I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the week.”

He tutted as he kicked off his boots, “Can’t have you doing that now, can we?” His eyes locked in on you, looking like a wildcat that had just found his prey. “Want me to make you feel better?”

The open invitation had you squirming already. You knew what he was asking for: further consent to give him control over your body. Of course sometimes things in the bedroom could be tricky when he used his quick. You couldn’t use a safe word or motion when he had control over your body, but that just meant that he had to keep your trust. Despite putting yourself in a situation that could potentially be dangerous with anyone else, a villain perhaps, you knew that you were completely safe in Shinsou’s care. Sometimes not having control over yourself was the best type of relief.

“Yes, please,” You replied with a grateful look on your face as he once more overcame your mind with his quirk. Shinsou had you stand and walk into the bedroom as he followed with a satisfied smile on his face. He had you undress before laying down on your back.

He peeled off his shirt and tugged down his pants so he was left in boxer briefs before settling between your legs. He looked up at you, again looking like a predator ready to pounce.

He placed tender kisses on your inner left thigh as he forced you to watch him work. Your legs spread as far as they’d possibly go for him, putting your pussy on display for him. Despite all the things he could do with his quirk, making you aroused was not one of them. He had to do that naturally, which he didn’t mind at all. Warming you up was the best part of sex for him. It always had been.

Now as he took two fingers to spread your labia apart, you could feel the subtle heat growing. The need for his touch, be it his fingers or his tongue. Anything against your clit right now would be heaven. Shinsou seemed to know this as he blew onto the nerve bundle to elicit a reaction.

You only realized that he had released his hold on you when you were able to whine with need. Your hand went to the back of his head of unruly purple hair and forced his mouth to your lips, grinding on his face desperately as he chuckled into your folds.

Of course, he could have easily punished you for doing such a dirty thing but he knew better than to be mean to you right now. Using his superior strength he lifted his head away from you, nose and chin dabbled with evidence of your arousal now. “And here I thought you could behave, Kitten. Are you ready to listen?”

Another pout formed on your lips as you mumbled a response, “yes…” As soon as the words left your lips you were anchored to the bed again, but he did not have you move your hand. Instead he had you press his face back into you once more as he lapped at your neglected clit, rolling it with tongue and sucking on it hard enough to make tears spring to your eyes.

Despite having control over you, he didn’t want you to simply just lay there. He enjoyed you being an active participant, even if he was the one making you do it. He had your hips rolling against him, nails digging into his scalp, and when he granted you the use of your mouth and vocal chords he had you moaning for him too.

Shinsou easily slipped in two fingers into your hole, pumping them in and out at a feverish pace. He built a solid rhythm between the use of his body and yours. That tight coil of pleasure quickly wound itself in your lower belly, pressure building before finally releasing in one orgasmic rush of euphoria.

He worked you through the high with kitten licks and gentle thrusts of his fingers until you were breathing at an even rate again. He pulled away from you long enough to take off his underwear and sit down on the bed with his back to the headboard. He then had you move to straddle him, hand on his shoulders for support as you hovered over his standing erection.

His hands ran up and down your sides playfully, knowing fully well that you wanted nothing more than to be seated down on top of him with his cock bottomed out inside of you, but he held you there in place with a triumphant smirk on his face. “You still want me to have control, baby?” He asked, once again letting you go.

Instead of answering you forced yourself downwards, allowing his tip to slip into your pussy at last. Shinsou was laughing at your impatience, giving a shallow thrust upwards as you sank down further. Your eyes rolled, head tilted back as your hips rocked slowly. “I’ll take that as a no.” He said, grabbing onto your hips to keep them steady as he began to pound up into you, knowing the exact pace that had you crying for more.

“Hi-Hitoshi,” you moaned for him, the sound music to his ears. Your nails were digging into the flesh of his muscular shoulders, creating small half-moons. The small biting pain of your grip just spurring him on.

“Look how good you’re taking my cock, kitten.” He cooed into your ear. “You’re just the perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

He adjusted his position, pushing you back onto your back as he moved forward on top of you, never ceasing his rhythm as he forced your knees back onto the bed, forcing you into a mating press. The new angle allowed his cock to brush against that special spot inside of you, stimulating it relentlessly.

You cried out for him, toes curling as in increased his pace. Shinsou grunted, driving into you even harder as he felt himself nearing his climax. He looked down at you, “Do you trust me, kitten?”

“Y-yes,” You choked out, allowing him to wash over your mind as everything seemed to just go numb. Your body was like a rag-doll, moving without any sort of restraint. He pressed his thumb to your engorged clit, rubbing a few small tight circles as he forced an orgasm upon you through both his quirk and his ministrations.

A clear stream of ejaculate sprayed both of you, coating your lower abdomens as you continued to come undone. Your second orgasm was much more powerful than your first, your walls tightening around Shinsou’s cock in a way that had him cumming as well. Your cunt milked him for all he was worth as he panted and released your mind once more.

“Do you feel better now, princess?” He asked as he pulled out of you and rested your legs down on the now soaked bed. You nodded your head, mind still fuzzy from the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm. “I’m gonna run a bath for you before cleaning this up, okay? Just lay here and rest for a moment.”

Shinsou got off of the bed and went into the bathroom, running a hot bath with bubbles before helping you inside the tub. You sank down into the inviting water, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh of relief. “Can you join me?”

He looked taken aback, not expecting you to be so in need of his touch still. Sometimes you preferred to be left alone in the bath, but on the rare occasion you did want company. He grinned, “Let me take care of the sheets first.”

You nodded and waited a few minutes as he gathered the soiled sheets and threw them into the washing machine. He then came back into the bathroom and slid in behind you, pulling you to his chest and resting his head on top of yours. “Are you going to tell me what had you so down earlier?” He asked one you were both finally settled.

You told him about the awful day you had, where everything just seemed to go wrong. He listened thoughtfully, never interrupting. He simply let you vent out your frustrations until there was nothing left to say. “Well, tomorrow is a new day.” He said, kissing the crown of your head. “I’m sure it’ll turn out better. Just stay in the moment with me. We can watch a movie or something and pass out on the couch together.”

“I love you, Hitoshi.” You mumbled appreciatively. He always knew how to cheer you up.

He nuzzled his nose into your hair as he laughed softly, “I love you too, kitten.”

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years

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(3)—and so they’ve never really had convo’s unless they get invited to hang out w/ their mutual friends. so maybe it makes them think if they’ve done anything wrong to her, but in reality it’s just her way of coping when she starts to genuinely like someone? so if she avoids them, she thinks it will get rid of her crush on them? it’s your choice if it’s the reader or the guy that’ll confess! ☺️ anyways, god bless and i hope you have a good day xx

on avoiding your crush with oikawa, kuroo, akaashi, and terushima

a/n: ngl this one is kinda long that’s why it took a while to post, but i like spoiling you guys so enjoy :))

— o. tooru

you were never really the type to confess your feelings to someone as not doing anything about your feelings and forgetting them is much easier that having to suffer the consequences of rejection or heartbreak

this was especially prevalent when the boy you’re literally head over heels for is in fact none other than the golden boy of seijoh himself, oikawa tooru

homeboy has a literal entourage of girls following around all the time

they literally give him sweet little gifts like baked goods and cute little knickknacks, not to mention a lot of them are super pretty and attractive

like how the hell could you compete with that many girls ??

not to mention you had always come to believe that oikawa was into more outspoken and lively girls granted his own personality

that dynamic of you being the quiet one in the relationship with him being the loud one was something you thought oikawa wasn’t looking for,, it honestly made you want to give up your feelings for him completely

mind you, you literally CANNOT escape this man

not only was he talked about a lot among your classmates, but by some form of sheer luck and faith, you two were both in the same friend group

you honestly had no idea how the hell you were part of it in the first place, but during first year you just magically became part of this friend group composed of oikawa, iwaizumi, mattsukawa, and a couple of other girls from your year

anyone that attended seijoh with half a brain cell would know that the friend group you were in was definitely the popular crowd

you couldn’t help but feel some sort of impostor syndrome as you weren’t exactly the most popular, if anything people only knew you as the quiet girl in oikawa’s group

that definitely didn’t mean that anyone in your circle was rude to you in any way

everyone in your friend group would literally die for you as you’re genuinely the sweetest person they have ever met

like if they hear anyone talk shit about you, they’re immediately #protecty/n2020 !!

yet despite being in the same circle of friends, you and oikawa rarely talk. hell, you guys are barely considered acquaintances let alone friends

you liked to stick around the girls of the group more as the only guy you actually talked to in your circle was iwaizumi and that was it

this obviously led oikawa to believe that he had done something to you that made you avoid him at all costs

the thing is, he always had this problem with since the start of your first year together, but recently it had been affecting him more than he had thought considering he would’ve been used to it by now in his third year

perhaps it was the way he would watch you giggle at something matsukawa whispered in your ear, or the fact that you literally had a secret handshake with iwaizumi, or often shared some of the snacks you bought with your girl friend but did absolutely nothing with him

it irked him to his very core that the one he had always was the most found with in his group of friends was someone who avoided him at all costs

he would spend his breaks during practice to exasperatedly vent to iwaizumi about how adorable your laugh was and how envious he was that he couldn’t make you laugh

or how whenever you would sometimes greet iwaizumi with a hug but completely pass by him would literally make him chase after you

“Y/N!! where’s my hug??”

yeah he’s that type of guy, but in a good way tho lmao

and in the midst of oikawa telling his best friend how much he just wanted to be your friend made iwaizumi roll his eyes

“the way you talk about (y/n) makes it sound like you like her,” he would mutter nonchalantly as he sipped at his water bottle

iwaizumi would flicker his gaze towards oikawa to see the capillaries in his cheeks literally burst, tinting his cheeks all pink

he had to stop himself from snorting out a laugh as iwa may or may not have known about your crush on seijoh’s golden boy himself

the way he had find out was pretty simple considering you and iwa were walking side by side near the back of the group as they were walking towards somewhere to eat

the girls and mattsun in the front were too busy teasing oikawa, that they weren’t really paying attention to you and iwa lagging behind

“you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but why do you avoid him?” iwaizumi asked gently. as he was the only guy in the group that you trusted, he didn’t want to ruin it by forcing an answer out of you knowing how you were

immediately, your cheeks heated you lowered your voice down into a mere whisper. “promise me you won’t tell anyone,” iwa nodded before bringing his ear down so you could whisper in his ear. “i really like oikawa and...” you paused, almost hesitating and you don’t exactly know why

but fortunately, iwa was super patient with you like he’s literally a homie

“and?”

“i’ve liked him since our first year and i figured avoiding him would make me lose feelings. but the thing is, it’s been three years and i still like that idiot.” you sighed, and yet for once you didn’t expect the worst as you knew you could trust iwa with valuable information like that

he nods, pinching his pointer finger and his thumb together before pretending to lock his lips. “you’re secret safe with me, (y/n).”

so here iwa was now, attempting to provoke something in oikawa

it was then the coach had blown the whistle, signalling that break time was over and they had to get back on court for their last practice game

oikawa cleared his throat as they stood up, flickering a look towards his best friend as he suddenly remembered the times he felt envious of him. “what if i do like (y/n)?”

iwaizumi feigned a smirk on his lips, “then confess to her before i do.” (he wasn’t actually going to lol)

and lemme tell you sumn, even though this was just a practice game, oikawa played as if his life depended on it

as if having you depended on it

and per usual, oikawa’s team won in the end and every day after volleyball practice, you and the rest of the girls would walk in and wait for the rest of the boys to get ready so you can all get food

there you were in all your glory, you hair blew gently behind you due to the air conditioned gym. you were waiting patiently and you definitely didn’t mind waiting as the boys had to clean up after themselves, but you swore you had never seen oikawa clean up faster in his life

once the vb team finished and your circle of friends were on your way out of school, oikawa purposely lagged behind the group as he stood next to you to your surprise

he was usually leading the group, but for once he was at the end with you. giving you a smile, to which you quickly avoided, oikawa quickly rested his hand around you

“hey (y/n)?” he says as you try your best to hide the sudden onset of heat rising to your cheeks

“hm?” you hummed, attempting to not give much of a reaction. maybe then he would leave you alone and your feelings for him would finally disappear

oikawa brought his lips to your ear, “do you know how long i’ve liked you?”

and immediately you froze, forcing oikawa to stop walking too and making the gap between you and the rest of the group to widen. you shake the thought out of your head, he’s probably playing around, you thought before continuing down the road

“shut it, oikawa.” you pulled yourself out of his grasp only to be pulled back in by him

“i’m serious, (y/n). i’ve liked you for a while now and it’s been absolute torture seeing you be closer to iwa and mattsun rather than me.” muttered oikawa, almost feeling embarrassed himself despite experiencing many confessions himself

perhaps maybe this time he was the one confessing and not the other way around

— k. tetsurou

where do i even start with this man

there was something always so compelling about kuroo, that you really couldn’t resist his good looks and to how kind he treated you

granted, you were the manager for nekoma’s volleyball team so maybe it was a given, but there is no denying the fact that you were irrevocably head over heels for the captain

your feelings for him initially formed in the middle of your first year at nekoma and the volleyball team’s manager was already in their last yer and preparing to leave so they needed a replacement

at first you said no, but kuroo, who was also a first year and in the same class as you literally begged for you to join. he mentioned how fun it would be, especially with him around

from the way your heart bounded in place within the confines of your ribs, to the way your cheeks often heated up whenever you were around him, even kenma (who you didn’t even meet until your second year) had already seen through you

fortunately, kenma was always the kind to mind his own business and stay in his lane. in fact, he had actually been a big help in you vying for kuroo’s attention but you both eventually got tired of how daft the captain had been

instead, you aimed to just avoid kuroo as much as possible for the time being, perhaps your feelings for him from the past three years would finally disappear and you can finally move on with your life

but it was safe to say you were not anticipating how hard it was going to be

not only were the nekoma’s volleyball manager and had to interact with the captain, you and kenma were also close friends. and when it comes to being friends with kenma, kuroo is more or less with him as well which made it inevitably more difficult

momma didn’t raise no bitch tho, so you powered through and avoided kuroo as best as you could and only talked to him if it involved school or volleyball

this was technically the worst form of silent treatment where it wasn’t full on ignoring (which honestly isn’t that bad cause you tended to forget about the person anyway) but this kind of silent treatment where you are constantly reminded of it because you had to talk once in a while was literally killing kuroo slowly

he was always a social person and usually respected and didn’t mind those who wanted to distance themselves from him, but once it came from you, it was literally game over

he believed that you were the second closest person to him besides kenma (and excluding the rest of the vb team) and the fact that you don’t even like making eye contact with him makes him feel dejected

especially when your actions really came abrupt as one day you were laughing and hanging out with him to giving him the cold shoulder and only talking to kenma

kuroo genuinely thought he had done something to you

eventually, after volleyball practice where everyone had to clean up, he would deliberately slowed down and waited until you and him were the last ones in the gymnasium

“(y/n),” he called out to you as you finished putting all the stray balls into it’s respective basket

your eyes widened into saucers as your pulse suddenly increased, turning around to face the tall captain, you had to force a mellow look upon your face

he held the net in his hands, “could you help me with this?”

you didn’t even mutter a response as you only nodded. you hated how you had to act so cold to him, but it was what you had to do in order to leave your feelings for him behind

your train of thought went like this: it was only a couple months before your third year ended anyway, might as well forget about him

walking past the captain, you bent down and grabbed the other end of the net and you two began folding it in quietly

kuroo was going to spark a conversation, but he surprisingly found that silence blanketing you two to be comforting. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you each and every time the net had gotten shorter and shorter

eventually you two met in the middle, your eyes were directly looking at his broad chest you had hesitantly flickering a glance up at him

“stop ignoring me,” kuroo said in almost a harsh whisper

your cheeks flared red as you looked away shyly, pulling the net along with you and out of his hands. “i’m not ignoring you.”

“yes, you are.” he presses, “we were fine before, but now you don’t even talk to me anymore... did i do something wrong?”

you couldn’t help but notice that slight hurt in his serious tone that made you look back to him. your eyebrows furrow as suddenly your throat felt incredibly dry

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” you answered while kuroo approached you closer

“then what is it?” he scoffs dejectedly, placing his hands on his hips as he searched your expression for any answer. it was then his eyes widened larger than ever as he felt the rhythm of his heart quicken, “holy shit,” he sighed, “did you find out?”

confusion melted over your visage as you looked up at him, “find out what?”

“lev and yaku probably told you didn’t they?”

you were still not following, “told me what?”

“that i like you!” he exclaimed, his sudden confess echoing throughout the empty gym as everything went silent. the only sound surrounding you two was the air conditioning circulating around you two as you were completely frozen in place

you mouth ran slightly agape and undeniably speechless at the mere fact that that just happened. you certainly weren’t expecting it as your cheeks heated up for the umpteenth time, you swore they were never going to be given a break anytime soon.

meanwhile, whilst you were in a state of utter shock, the worst was spiraling inside kuroo psyche. with how long the silence fell upon you two, he couldn’t help but to feel that you were just thinking of a nice way to reject him

“look (y/n), i--” he was immediately cut off by you throwing a light punch to his chest, your eyes had fallen to the floor to hide the burning red sensation tinting your ears and cheeks

“i like you too, idiot.” you mutter, almost feeling a shiver down your spine as kuroo held your hand that was on his chest. “why do you think i was avoiding you for so long?”

— a. keiji

as i’ve mentioned in previous headcanons, homeboy is BLUNT

and he would definitely call you out on your shit with avoiding him and all

despite being on the quieter side, he does like conversing with other people with his amiable witticisms and classical one-liners whenever he would pop into a conversation

usually people (specifically ones he’s not entirely close to) would get annoyed by this, which is why he’s quiet in the first place. but when he first met you, you played off of his words. for once, akaashi was surprised by this and was immediately compelled by you

meanwhile, you were good friends with bokuto, which was the only reason why you had gotten to know the setter in the first place. you were well aware that he was bo’s best friend and was genuinely surprised how nuanced the pair was

eventually, you had come to take a liking for the boy as he was always quiet and a bit mysterious, yet whenever he talked it would always make you laugh or melt a smirk on your face

you were a year older and in the same year as bokuto, so to you it always seemed a bit weird to date someone younger than you. you always pined yourself as someone who would rather date older guys or someone around your age, but this was definitely an exception

however, you definitely didn’t like the idea of perhaps confessing to akaashi and then leaving in a couple months for college. it honestly seemed like a waste of time to get into a relationship especially in this time of the school year, so had decided to do something you had always done:

avoid your feelings until they disappear into oblivion

it would make things easier on both of your parts anyway, you were in your last year of high school and on your way to college while akaashi had the possibility of taking over the captain spot next year and had to focus on his final year

besides, despite knowing him for a good two years, you could never tell whether or not he liked you (even as a friend)

so here you were, acting suspiciously cold and avoiding your underclassman who, for once, is vying for you attention and you aren’t even noticing

whenever you were around bokuto, akaashi would purposely try to be in the conversation more and maybe even try to stand closer to you than before. he would often ignore the slight aching jealousy in his gut whenever you and bokuto messed around during lunch

honestly, homie doesn’t even know he has feelings for you and just simply thinks he did something wrong that you don’t want to interact with him anymore

he eventually went to bokuto about it, “does (y/n) hate me?”

and perhaps his best friend had to feign laughing right in akaashi’s face at this, “why would you think that?”

“well, she’s avoiding me and i don’t like it.”

one of bokuto’s eyebrows lift as he gave akaashi a look, “why don’t you ask her yourself?”

the setter sighs, “but she’s an upper--”

“since when were you scared of third years?” the alabaster haired boy chuckles, “c’mon akaashi, you’re a big boy now. deal with that yourself.”

the second year grumbles as he pushing himself off his chair, “fine.” he mutters as he made his way out of bo’s classroom and towards the courtyard where you sometimes hung out during lunch

he immediately spotted your figure talking among other third year girls, eyes never leaving you as he made his way over.

“excuse me, can i borrow (y/n) for a minute?” he asked, his height looming over you and the others as they gave you a look.

a sigh left your lips as you excused yourself and went with akaashi. you didn’t bother speaking to him as you simply just followed him into an empty hallway

“do you know how rude it is to ignore people, senpai?” he starts, provocation lacing his words as you gave him a look. he was well aware of the fact that you lowkey didn’t like being called senpai, so he was definitely saying just to get you riled up

“eh,” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant as possible. “it depends on who and why you’re ignoring them.”

“why are you ignoring me then?” he interrogates you.

and you weren’t entirely sure if it was his height towering over you or the way his words were leaving your mouth that made your heart skip a beat, you had almost forgot his was your kouhai

“because.”

akaashi peered his eyes at how sus you were being, “because??”

you sigh, ripping your eyes away from him as you thought to yourself briefly. you definitely couldn’t continue looking at him as each beat that passes you felt the rhythm of your heart quicken. was he really affecting you this much?

you considered this: you were in the your last and final year with the possibility of not seeing akaashi ever again once you graduate. despite it being a bit bittersweet, telling him your feelings would possibly lift some weight off your shoulders and you didn’t have to worry about it anymore

looking back at him, you swallowed your pride. fuck it

“because i have feelings for you and i’m trying to forget them,” you confess quickly as your arms braided over each other, watching as akaashi’s expression morphed into surprise and almost a mere confusion

“y-you like me?” he asks for a confirmation to which to nod and watch his cheeks and his ears burst into shades of pink and red blush

perhaps you found yourself blushing too with how adorable he was as he cleared his throat to regain his composure

“why were you trying to forget them?” there was a hint of hesitance in his voice as he asked, almost to afraid to know the reason.

bittersweetness suddenly coursed through your veins as you sigh, “i’m going to graduate in a few months, akaashi... i’m going to go away for college while you’re still going to be here and i’m not sure if we’re actually going to see each other again.”

“we can if we tried,” he mutters quietly as there was still an inch of hope within him. “we can still make it work.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.”

— t. yuuji

you had now idea how the hell you had come to like someone like terushima yuuji

not only was he incredibly loud and a bit childish in nature, he was an absolute fuckboy

it should’ve been a big enough turn off, but perhaps you somehow liked how he would remember the little things whenever he would annoy the shit out of you everyday

like how you always got melon buns for lunch, he would always buy you one before you even had the chance. or how he knew your favorite subject was math, despite you never mentioning to him. or how he knew that there was always a kick in your step whenever you were in a good mood.

despite his persistent nature is more likely to come off as arrogant and annoying, sometimes his assertiveness comes to be beneficial at times

like that one time you were walking home during the night and a pair of creepy older dudes kept asking you for your number, terushima (who was also going home after volleyball practice) had come to help you

his persistence in making sure the guys left you alone had worked and perhaps the way he wrapped his arm around you protectively had your heart pumping faster than you anticipated

that was when you had finally come to the conclusion that you had feelings for some fuckboy name terushima yuuji, who literally annoyed you to your core

knowing damn well that terushima wasn’t going anywhere, you figured that if you avoided him enough, that your feelings for him would eventually go away

you supposed it was because of his usual nature, constantly flirting around with other girls before eventually getting bored of them. it then rang into your head, wondering when terushima would eventually get bored of you

perhaps there was an aching his your heart when you thought about it, but in your brain you wished for him to forget about you. if anything, it would’ve made loosing your feelings for the blond boy to go away easier

your avoidance and lack of interaction with terushima definitely did not unnoticed by him. if anything, it made him want to talk to you more

he would literally shower you with melon buns and snacks during lunch, to which you would politely decline and walk away from him. he would greet you everyday in the mornings, to which you would simply flicker him a look before brushing past him

for once, terushima felt challenged when it came it you and only fueled his yearning to get back to that stage of comfortably throwing his arm over your shoulder

it even got to the point of you ignoring him enough that you started talking to another guy in your class, with how comfortable you are with the new dude as you were playfully handsy and giggled loudly at his jokes

perhaps he felt a bit jealous that someone else was making you act like. terushima wanted that to be him

it was like a wave of emotions had tumbled over him as he saw you and the boy walking with a group of others in front of him. he swiftly caught up and pulled you away from the group fast enough that they didn’t notice

“terushima?” you said breathlessly

“i like you, (y/n).” he went straight to the point. there was no reason to beat around the bush any longer as you and him were finally alone together and he didn’t know whether he would have this chance ever again, “i like you a lot, so stop ignoring me.”

“y-you like me?” you repeat, you eyebrows suddenly furrowing. “is this a joke?”

homie couldn’t help but notice the slight worry lacing your voice, as if he wasn’t serious and just playing you. he was well away of his reputation and certainly did not want it to get in the way of you and him.

“i’m serious.” he reassures, “there’s a reason why you’re the only one i haven’t gotten bored of.”

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Docked and Loaded ——————————————

The ship finally arrives at the newly established Sector G base on a new planet. Hopefully, start of work goes smoothly. Hopefully the logs are functioning well, too...

Among Us archive/askblog Fic chapters post

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once again i am chopping a chapter in half to keep it from getting too long. anyway!!! more normal crewmate troubles n dorkiness with some ominous vibes for Flavor (tm). hopefully the next part will come out sometime soon! enjoy this for now!

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Mission Log 10

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: IN TRANSIT Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G Systems:

Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.86 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.83 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: STABLE

Communications: ONLINE

Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Weapons: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP ONLINE / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: Updates by PINK still taking well to system. Travel into sector G uneventful. Crew bonding time worked into today’s schedule, all crew in attendance for at least an hour. Crew performing normal activities.

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Mission Log 15

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: DOCKED AT [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] Course: N/A Systems:

Navigation: COURSE REACHED / STABLE

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.72 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.68 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: STABLE

Communications: ONLINE

Shields: OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Weapons: OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP OFFLINE / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UPDATING FOR MISSION / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: [SKELD D34-H120] docked at [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] successfully. No transport issues to report. All supplies for transport intact and in transfer process to base. Mission files currently integrating to ship system. Crew integrating to mission base to assist in tasks, exploration, and supply dropoff. Weapons and shields offline to align with docking procedures. Course will remain unlaid until HQ supplies further information.

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It had been a good long while since Bunbun worked on an exploration ship. She’d been stuck updating supply line SKELDs for awhile, and got bogged down repairing virus bound code in defensive SKELDs for longer. Exploration ships were like little breathers in the middle. It meant she just had to worry about one ship, once all the updates were done. She could sit and watch the stars. Make a friend, if she was lucky. And, on days like these, it meant she’d be helping out with something bigger. Planet 236-OCE-849 was a gorgeous world. A new one, too! Sector G was largely new to HQ. They had high hopes for the planets and inhabitants. This one in particular was the first they’d set up a base on. Crashing waves and strange colorful formations were the source of many rumors across the airwaves. Bun had been unable to see the planet’s surface as they descended, but the views before they made landing preparations were breathtaking. Most of it was enveloped by an ocean. The water bound world was like a painted marble, little bits of vibrant colors poking through. She’d never seen land so vivid. It made her all the more eager to get down to the surface.

The door of the ship opened with a loud hiss of pressurized air. Metal clanked against itself as the two halves pulled themselves apart, the groaning making everything in the vicinity go still. Of course, what happened afterwards was anything but. The gangplank was already lowered, so the cooped up crewmates came scrambling out. Captain Groud was first, their voice echoing back towards the ship as they called for the Mission Lead. Silk trailed after, one of xyr robots hot on xyr heels. Rose and Laser went off as a pair, aiming to tend to any wounded and check how defenses were going. Nanner emerged with supplies already loaded, a couple crewmates from the planet coming to help her transport them where needed. Lemon and Junior were off to check the base’s energy status, the son sticking anxiously close to his father. River, to no one’s surprise, sauntered off the ship to go find somewhere to lounge. Groud said he’d help when they needed him, but from the looks the rest of the crew gave, there was probably a fat chance. That left Bunbun walking down the gangplank last. She was glad now that she’d pulled down her solar visor. The light outside was nearly blinding compared to the ship’s lobby. Around her she could see miles and miles of open sea, the bluish purple waves almost hauntingly familiar. Like an echo of the blue green waters she had back at home… I wonder why the water here is more purple… I bet Rose might know. She only took her eyes off the ocean when something crunched under her boot. She drew back hastily, afraid she’d stepped on some planetary inhabitant- only to draw in a sharp breath from surprise. The ground she stood on was a bright pastel orange. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made out of some sort of… finely webbed rock? Coral, she realized, eyes widening. Her gaze snapped up to the island they��d landed on. The whole thing looked like a fractured rainbow, colors radiating across the ground. It was all made of the same webbed rock- coral, as she’d remembered. The realization had her bouncing on her heels. I’m standing on an island made of coral!!! She took another hesitant step. It crunched again under her foot. She couldn’t keep herself from giggling as she kept moving, feet dancing over coral that shifted from orange to yellow to green to purple. A myriad of colors, and all so bright!!! She’d never laid eyes on anything quite like it. “Enjoying the scenery?” a voice called, snapping Bun out of her happy dance. She froze in place, instantly standing to attention and trying not to drop her tablet. Another voice laughed, the sound carrying closer as her face flushed. When Groud’s star patched green and Silk’s beat up purple came into view, she let herself breathe. Ok. So. She hadn’t entirely made a fool out of herself. These two, at least, knew who she was. “M-maybe a little, Captain, eheheh,” she called sheepishly. “I’ve never been on a planet with coral islands before.” “Well, it’s a treat for you then!” Groud laughed. “Hey, if you’re not busy, why don’t you go head down to the power room?” “Oh, are the base crewmates busy?” Bun blinked. “Yeah, a little,” Groud nodded. “There’s a lot going on. Lots to update and lots to move.” “That, and Lemon ‘n Junior said they might need some help,” Silk added. Between you and me, I think they just want someone they can rely on to help figure the energy out.” Bunbun’s face flushed again, the warmth from Groud’s voice and Silk’s visor-shadowed smile buoying her mood higher. She’d only been with this crew a few days, but they trusted her this much? … Honestly, she couldn’t tell if that was foolish or not. But things needed fixing, and her crewmates needed help. So, off she went.

The base layout was pretty standard. It was a bit compressed to fit the strange coral island, but they’d managed to fit everything in about the right place. Lucky for Bun, she didn’t have too far to go. The building to the gangplank’s right would give her access to Electrical’s courtyard. The crunching of multicolored polyps beneath her feet made her smile with giddiness, picking up the pace to get inside the base. The door was already left open- standard procedure for operating periods- so she strolled right through. Nobody seemed to be waiting for her in the building’s lobby. She’d guess they were all outside, if it weren’t for a few voices. She could hear a couple people down in the security area. River and some other security crewmates, if her auditory memory served. They were talking pretty boisterously. She hooked a hasty left out towards the courtyard, eager to move on before one of them noticed her. The courtyard was once again standard. Four generators, one control panel along the outside wall, and cagey wire fencing around the edges. Bunbun found herself wondering once again what that was meant to keep out. On a new planet like this, nobody really knew what to expect. It could be anything. Images of creeping beasts and flashing eyes started to bubble up, so she shoved the thought out of her mind. It was fine! The fence would do its job, surely. Just as she would do hers. It’s fine. Lemon and Junior were standing before the control panel, their confused chatter making Bun glad they enlisted her help. From the frustrated looks on their faces, they needed it. They should teach more cross system repair in the academy… oh dear… “You two need some help?” Bun called, striding over to the panel. The pair looked up, relief instantly appearing on their faces. “Bunbun, thank fuck,” Lemon sighed. He leaned against the wall, pulling his goggles back up over unruly red hair. “we’re really goin through the ringer here…” “Y-yeah, uh, any help would be really appreciated,” Junior added sheepishly. He fiddled with his tablet, nervous fingers closing out a couple HQ manual tabs. “Of course, guys,” Bunbun smiled shyly. She tilted her head at the open panel, a mess of wires greeting her. Well. That was. Not encouraging. Her brows furrowed the more she looked, eyes trying to trace input to output and back. “... ok. I uh. I see several problems here.” “That’s an understatement,” Lemon snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t even know where to start.” “Did you make sure to take the relevant systems offline?” Bun asked. “Already done,” Junior nodded. He held up his tablet, a couple tabs pulled up to show electrical systems operating on reserve. “We can’t keep it offline for too long, or else the lights are gonna go out. Which, um, wouldn’t be super fun.” “Right, we’ll have to move fast,” Bunbun replied. “I think I can manage that.” Rubbing her hands together, she eyed the mess of wires before them. She’d handled worse, right? This wouldn’t take too terribly long. It was only when she remembered the other two were watching that her confidence faltered. Was she supposed to help? Was it even ok to take over here??? “... Is, um, is it ok if I… uh… manage it…?” She chuckled timidly, scuffing a boot on the ground. “By all means, dear,” Lemon chuckled, giving her a little dramatic bow as he moved back. “I’ll give you all the space you need.” “Just remember we’re here to help if you need!” Junior offered, scooting back to his dad’s side. He smiled nervously, the sun flashing off his visor as he shifted a bit in place. Gathering courage, if his next little quip was anything to go by. “We might, uh, know the reactor better, but we still know our way around a pair of wire cutters! Eheheheh...” Bunbun smiled gratefully at them both. “Of course, thank you. I’m, um, gonna get on this as fast as I can.” With that, she fixed her attention on the wires once more. Whoever set this base up hadn’t been picky about organization. She could fix that easy enough. She’d just… start by sorting the colors. Taking a breath, the electrician hefted up her tablet, free hand reaching carefully for the nearest red wire. Yeah. This would be over in a sinch. And maybe later, she could go explore a bit more. The thought made her grin wide, fingers flying between wires even faster. Oh, yes. Seeing some more of this beautiful planet would be worth any circuitry headaches. She’d just have to remember to add this to the ship’s log later…

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SHIP SYSTEM REALTIME LOG: System setting: DOCKED [STORAGE AND VENT MONITORING]

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: DOCKED AT [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] Course: N/A Systems:

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

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Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: MATERIAL BUILDUP DETECTED

Vents: CLEAR

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Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

#cr3wm8ts #au:c #among us oc #bunbun among us #groud among us #silk among us #river among us #lemon among us #junior among us #thats everyone who actually gets like. dialogue of some sort LSKJDFLSKF #n e way #yea this was half an excuse to have more bun bein a nerd in the bgLSKJFS #this planet? important #the next chapter's gonna swap perspectives tho so >:333 #hope y'all enjoy SLKDJF #arty writes

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Fakin’ It (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: SORRY FOR THE DELAY...nothing else was posted, and this got posted so late only because this imagine may or may not be like...3,000+ words..... oops. Anyway, y’all asked for fluff, here it is. Also, this is somewhat based on the Simon and Garfunkel song, Fakin’ It. Okay, it’s 1:57am, I have to be up at 6...goodnight everyone :) and enjoy :) (also, I say this in the story, but you and Five are around 18/19 in this fic)

Summary: You and Five have obvious chemistry, but you’re both oblivious to the fact that you’re in love with each other. It takes a life threatening fight with The Handler and The Commission to make Five realize he needs to tell you how he really feels.

Warnings: Language, angst, killing, guns, killing with guns???, FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!

Word Count: 3,678 TOO LONG AH. but too bad bc i was inspired asf.

A warm breeze swirls around you, capturing you in the tight embrace of the sweet summer air. Birds sing happily throughout the courtyard, gossiping to each other as they carefully watch your chess game. Maybe they were pondering your next move, or maybe they had recognized the obvious feelings you had for the midnight-brown haired boy sitting in front of you, and felt the need to chirp loudly on and on about it.

His eyes catch each individual ray of light that extended itself down to the courtyard, the rays transforming into sparkles, glimmering in his ocean eyes. You knew there was no chance of winning this game, you were far too distracted by the way Five casually basked in the sun.

You move your king up a spot, hoping for a chance to possibly take the game once and for all. To your dismay, a smirk slowly but surely spreads across Five’s face. He stares down at the board picks up his black queen from her spot. Your eyes widen. You saw his perfect move. It was like witchcraft.

“Check mate,” Five says, his queen knocking over your final king, his piercing blue eyes peering up into yours. “Should’ve kept that king in the back row there,” He states matter of factly, pointing to your now fallen king. Five’s smirk widens as he crosses his right ankle over his left knee, his arms folding nonchalantly against his chest.

Diego or Luther would have reacted by throwing the board across the room in a fit of anger. Allison would have scoffed, secretly upset by her brother’s win. Klaus would’ve won by default, simply through the method of pestering Five with far too many questions, driving Five to the brink of insanity. But you? You weren’t bothered by the loss at all. You didn’t care what you were doing with Five, as long as you got to spend time with him.

He could beat you at chess every day for the rest of your life, and it wouldn’t matter to you, all because it was him, and only him that you were sitting here with.

“Maybe I let you win,” you joke, shooting a smile in Five’s direction. For the record, you most definitely did not let him win. Chess was in no way, shape or form your strong suit. Five on the other hand, was a master.

Five giggles a bit, his smirk turning into a wide smile, highlighting the dimples in his cheeks. “Oh really now?” He questions, arching his eyebrows as he leans back in the black, wrought iron garden chair he was sitting in. “I beg to differ.”

Then, Five pushes himself out of his chair, and with an abrupt flash of bright blue light, he had disappeared. You felt your heart involuntarily sink to the bottom of your chest. Where did he go? Why did he leave? You think to yourself, a small frown making its way across your face.

“Surprise!” You hear a voice shout from behind you as two hands grab onto your shoulders forcefully. You let out a screech, freaked out by the unexpected “surprise”. You instantly whip your head around.

There was Five, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his hands on his knees, his bangs bouncing against his forehead. His laughter only grew by the second, changing into what sounded like a hyaena cackling. You try your very best to suppress the smile that was slowly stretching across your face, not wanting Five to know you’re entertained by his hijinks.

“You scared the shit out of me!” You try to shout, but it comes out as more of a heavy laugh. You jokingly punch Five in the shoulder.

He pretends to wince, and grabs at the “wounded” area in response. “I didn’t know you were so violent, (Y/N),” Five says, his jaw dropping as he acts as though he’s in pain. “I guess I’ll just have to get my revenge!” Five leaps towards you, picking you up, lifting you high enough that your stomach is pressing against his shoulder, and your upper body drapes against his back.

“Put me down!” You laugh loudly, lightly drumming your fists rhythmically against Five’s back.

“No way,” He chuckles, walking around the courtyard now. “This is payback.” You didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling widely, his eyebrows arched up, his ego shining through his blue eyes.

“Well, what’s going on here?” A new voice chimes in from the opposite side of the courtyard. Five quickly turns around, and within seconds you’re put back down on the ground. You turn around as well, to see the face of the familiar voice.

Merely feet away stood Klaus, decked out in a flowy, navy blue skirt that you instantly recognized was your own. Klaus, however, some how pulled it off way better than you ever could have.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Five says, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he lifts his chin up a bit, almost to assert dominance over his brother. The word nothing repeats in your head over and over again. The moment you and Five had just shared did not feel like nothing to you. It felt like a million butterflies flying around in your stomach. It felt like your heart had made a new home in your throat. The feeling was intense, and it hurt a bit to hear Five call what he felt in that moment, “nothing.”

Klaus looks to you, his black-lined eyes searching yours for some sort of explanation as to what was happening, but you give none. You look to Five, who’s eyes are menacingly fixed on Klaus, and then down to the ground.

You hear Klaus hum a bit, almost as if he’s studying the situation in his head, taking mental notes as he stares at you and Five. “Well,” Klaus says finally, “I’d like to talk to (Y/N),” Klaus pauses a second, “Alone, brother, if you wouldn’t mind.” Klaus finishes, holding up his right hand in a fist. He opens up his palm towards Five, revealing his message: “Goodbye”.

Five scoffs. “Fine then,” He rolls his eyes to Klaus before turning to you. “I’ll be in the library when you’re done talking to the ouija board, okay?” You nod, and Five smiles. He turns around and starts to walk away.

“I find that extremely offensive, dear brother. Especially after all I’ve done for you. World peace? Snow Globe? Remember?” Klaus shouts sarcastically at Five.

Five doesn’t bother to turn around. Instead, he simply flips Klaus off, and slips through one of the French doors that lead back into the Academy. You can’t help but let out a small giggle at Five’s response.

“Alright, enough of the secret chess games! Tell me what’s going on between you and the resident asswipe!” Klaus sings, a wide, toothy smile spreading across his face. You shake your head in reply.

“There’s nothing going on, Klaus,” You sigh, walking back over to where you and Five had been playing your game. You pull out the garden chair you had been sitting on from under the table, and plop yourself down. “I thought…maybe…” You trail off, looking down at the chess board. “No, never mind. There is no maybe. It’s a no, the biggest no on the planet.”

Klaus pulls out the chair across from you, and sits down. “I really don’t think that’s the case here, (Y/N),” Klaus says, shaking his head in disagreement. “Five doesn’t act like that with just anyone. I’ve known him for years, and I can tell you’re special to him. You’ve been special to him from the very minute we all met you.”

You smile a bit, thinking back to the day when you met the Hargreeves. It was a crisp fall day, and you sat in a booth at your favorite diner. Five, Klaus and Diego walked in, and Five had immediately caught your eye. There was just something so special about him.

However, things seemingly took a turn for the worse when the Commission appeared at the diner. What the room didn’t know was that you were a super, just like the Hargreeves were. You stood atop the counter you had been eating at, and began to lift certain pieces of furniture in the room with your mind. The Commission stood shocked, shaking in their boots, especially since you were able to disarm them as they stood in awe of your power.

You and the three Hargreeves brothers destroyed the Commission members with your powers, and the few who survived fled for their lives.

One thing confused the boys, however. It was the fact that you were 18, just like Five. You explained to them that you weren’t one of the 43 births, you were one of a kind. With this, your friendship with the Hargreeves family quickly grew. They took you in, helping you learn to control your abilities. You learned about them as well, and how Five and his family saved the world from the apocalypse.

Five told you everything about him within the first few days of your meeting. After traveling back to the present following saving the world, his body aged an extra five years, turning him from 13 to 18. Of course, he was really much older on the inside, but that didn’t bother you. You two became extremely close, running off from time to time to be alone with each other, just to vent and talk about things.

But god, had you come to love that boy. Those eyes, his sarcasm, his wit, his-

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)!” Klaus calls out, waving his left palm in your face, and you’re forced to come back to reality. “What the hell was that?” He laughs.

“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” You say softly, smiling in Klaus’s direction. “But I just don’t know about this, Klaus. Five hasn’t ever told me that he has feelings for-,”

Klaus cuts you off. “Five doesn’t talk about feelings. ‘Feelings’, is not a word in the Five Hargreeves dictionary. You have to talk to the dumb kid yourself.” Klaus leans back in his chair, resting his hands on the back of his head.

“I really rather not get my heart broken, Klaus,” You say, hiding the pain you had already been feeling with a small laugh.

Klaus sighs, contemplating his next words. “Well, at the end of the day it’s your choice, but telling him how you feel would definitely be the best one,” Klaus says, pushing out his chair and standing up. He steps a bit closer to you, extending his right hand to your left shoulder. “Trust me, I think you’d be surprised with his response. Think it over, okay? Ben just said he agrees with me. Ben, of all people, wants you to do this, so it must really be destiny.”

You nod, “Fine, I’ll think it over.” Klaus smiles, nodding right back to you. He walks towards one of the sets of French doors, and steps back inside the Academy.

You look down at the chess game, studying the pieces carefully.

“Playing by yourself there?” You hear a familiar woman’s voice question from behind you. You knew that voice far too well, and you were terrified to turn around and see her face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask harshly, refusing to greet the woman properly. However, unfortunately for you, she intrudes your space, sitting down in the garden chair Five, and then Klaus had once sat in.

“That’s no way to talk to The Handler, darling,” She coos, patting the top of your head lightly. You finally look up at her, her grey hair presiding atop her head in a clean bun. A devious smile stretches across her face, warning all those who see her, that she is most certainly up to no good.

“I asked you a fucking question.” Your voice is shaky and filled with anger now, since you had begun to put things together. She was most likely here to go after Five for altering the timeline. He must’ve messed with it one too many times. You push yourself out of your chair, jumping back a bit. “Why are you here? Answer me!” You command.

The Handler laughs. “I will say, (Y/N), your instincts are quite good. I noticed that the minute I met you. When was that? A year ago I believe. The diner, don’t you remember?” She continues the conversation as if there’s no gun in her hand, no real reason to visit the Hargreeves household.

“Get on with it,” You say angrily.

“Well, Five needs to be punished for his…” she trails off, tapping her index finger against her chin as she searches for the right words. “well to be quite honest, for his insanely dangerous and terrible offenses against The Commission, and the universe.”

You step towards her, making fists with your hands. “I swear, if you lay one finger on him, I’m taking you down.” Your voice is menacing and filled with intent.

“Wait, you really think…oh my goodness you’re an absolute riot!” The Handler shouts as she begins to cackle. “Oh dear, we aren’t going to physically hurt Number Five, we’re going to scar him emotionally,” She pauses, extending her hand to your forearm, “by killing you.”

Your jaw drops, and you pull away from The Handler’s touch. You sprint towards the nearest set of French doors, and you make your way inside the mansion.

“Five!” You scream, running as fast as you can down the hallway and into the library.

“No need to scream, I’m right here,” Five says, putting down the book he was reading, and standing up from the couch. He studies your face, easily reading the fear in your eyes. He then notices that you’re trembling. “Is everything okay? What happened?” Five questions, rushing over to you, grabbing your hands in his.

“Th-the H-Handler is outside, F-Five,” You stutter, struggling to get your words out. “A-and she says she’s g-going t-to k-kill me.” Five immediately lets go of your hands, and begins to rush towards the door.

Suddenly, two gunmen approach the door from the outside, blocking Five from leaving the mansion. You hear the sound high heels clicking echo through the library.

“Hello there, Five, long time no see!” The Handler exclaims. Five rolls his eyes.

“You aren’t going to hurt her, I won’t let it happen,” Five says, taking a step towards the Handler as he points back to you.

“Oh trust me, Five, I know. That’s why I’ve brought hired help with me,” She says, snapping her fingers. “Oh boys, come on out!” The Handler calls, and suddenly the room is filled with The Commission’s worst level of gunmen.

Before you could even comprehend the situation, Five grabs your hand, sprinting as he pulls you across the library.

“Open fire! But spare the boy! His punishment is going to be much worse than the girls!” The Handler screams, the fake sweetness in her voice replaced with something evil, something malignant.

Gun shots echo off the walls of the Academy as Five swings open a door, revealing a walk in closet filled with coats. He pushes you inside, and follows after you, softly closing the door shut.

“What the hell are we going to do?” You ask, your eyes searching Five’s for some sort of solution. He rubs his face anxiously, pacing frantically around the small space.

Then, he stops in his tracks, and turns towards you. “I don’t know, but I know that I am not going to let them do anything to you. I wouldn’t be able to survive without you.” Five takes a step towards you. He looks down at the ground, and back up towards you. “There are so many things I need to say, but I just don’t know how to tell you, or how much time we have…” Five trails off, his eyes becoming glossy.

“W-what are you talking about?” You ask, confused as to what Five means.

He takes your hands in his. “If we don’t make it out of this, or if I don’t make it out of this, I need you to know h-how m-much you mean to me,” Five says, swallowing harshly. “You’re just, so special, so witty, so beautiful.”

Your heart beats out of your chest.

Five takes a deep breath, “Fuck, I hate this shit…feelings…” He trails off nervously. “Goddammit, I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I have been for a while. I-I just needed you to know that, if I, well if I die, and I just-,”

You cut Five as your lips come crashing down on his. The kiss is slow and soft, and you silently wished to yourself, as you smile against Five’s lips, that it never had to end. Yet, you knew what had to be done. You knew it was you who had to take a stand against the gunmen, and not Five. You pull yourself away from Five, feeling empty now that you two have parted.

“I love you, Five,” You say, tears filling your eyes. You take a few steps backwards, reaching for the doorknob. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that. I’m sorry if I don’t come back. Just know how much you mean to me,” You choke, opening the door knob and running out of the room, and back towards the library.

“NO!” Five screams, sprinting behind you, trying his best to catch up. But, it’s no use as you find your way into the library, surrounded by the gunmen.

All at once, the gunmen take their aim. You shut your eyes, and lift your hands to the side as the sound of a million guns firing rings out throughout the Academy. You exert all of the force and energy you have inside of you out towards the bullets flying through the air.

You hear an intense ringing in your ears, and immense pain in your head. It felt like the walls were closing in, like everything was coming crashing down around you. You scream in agony, not sure what it was that you were feeling.

And then, almost instantly, things go back to normal.

After a few seconds of feeling absolutely nothing, you open your eyes. Around you, suspended in air, were the bullets shut by the gunmen, each bullet flipped around to be aimed towards each shooter. You managed to pull their guns from their hands as well.

More importantly, to your surprise, time had stopped, and everything had froze.

That’s new, You think to yourself.

You begin to tremble in place, sweat dripping down your forehead as you start to struggle to control your powers. You recognize you have no choice but to let go of the bullets. It was either kill, or be killed.

Instinctively, you release your control, and the bullets go flying back to the gunmen, and time starts up again. The gunmen fall to the ground.

You did it. Fucking hell, I actually did it.

And then, you feel yourself becoming woozy, your knees growing weak. You feel yourself starting to collapse from all the energy you had used.

Suddenly, your eyes shut, and the world goes black.

“(Y/N)? Wake up! Come on, stay with me! I can’t lose you, please wake up!” You hear Five shout, his voice extremely muffled. Everything around you feels like it’s spinning. You needed to open your eyes, you needed to see that everything was fine.

“Five, take a step back. She needs some air,” Klaus interjects, and Five presumably stays exactly where he is.

Your eyes slowly begin to open again. Five was hovering over you, his fingers gently combing through your hair. “Is everything okay?” You ask, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.

“Well,” Five pauses, smiling a bit as he looks around the room. “I suppose things are okay now,” He says calmly, helping you to sit up further. You let out a small laugh.

“Alright,” You say, trying to stand up. You stumble a bit, practically falling over completely, but Five is there to catch you. He brings you over to the couch, and helps you sit down.

“Do you remember what happened?” Five asks, shyly reaching for your hands. “How exactly did you do…well…all this?”

“I’m not sure,” You say honestly, looking deeply into Five’s eyes. “But I do remember what you said in the closet, before I did all this.” You smile widely.

“I meant what I said, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’ve been faking it, you know? Trying to suppress my feelings, hiding them from you, but it was useless,” Five explains. He takes a deep breath. “This sounds disgustingly cliche, and I hate that, but I really am in love with you, (Y/N).”

Just like before, Five’s words felt like a million butterflies flying around your stomach. They felt like your heart had travelled all the way to your throat. The feeling was intense, but this time it didn’t hurt. There was no pain. There was no more “faking it” as Five had put it.

“Thank god! Finally! I’ve known this entire time. You two are so amazingly obviously to your surroundings!” Klaus excitedly exclaims, popping up from behind the couch.

“Shut it, dickhead!” Five yells. You can’t help but let out a laugh.

You inch your face closer to Five’s, and you surprise him as your lips come in contact with his, distracting him from Klaus’s intrusion. You feel Five smile against your lips, which makes your heart melt.

No more faking it, You think to yourself. No more danger.

You pull apart from the dark haired, blue eyed boy in front of you.

“And I’m in love with you, Five,” You say softly. He grins widely, and leans in to kiss you again.

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melodiousramblings2point0 · 5 years

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Touch-Starved // Connor x Reader

Summary: Missing someone is hard enough. Missing them AND being touch-starved is worse.

1.4k words~

Warnings: idk, hints of depressed!reader? It probably slipped in there a bit.

A/N: Posting this without really proofreading it. Sort of a vent fic (althought what exactly I’m venting about idk). I just started writing and kept going until it felt finished, so if it feels a little directionless, I apologize. My main purpose was to get some feelings out and Connor was a good outlet for them. I hope it's alright anyway. Please enjoy~ <3

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Before Connor, before this new life with him, you’d been incredibly touch-starved. Even now, several months into your relationship, there were times you ached for contact, lonely nights you wished were filled with his presence. You’d been alone for so long that you still yet haven’t grown accustomed to living with someone else, human or android or otherwise. Even so, he couldn’t always be by your side, between his busy job at the DPD and his semi-frequent meetings with Markus and the Jericrew as they continued to work on changing the Android laws.

Tonight was one such lonely night. You hadn’t seen much of Connor in over three weeks and the distance, no matter how unintentional, was starting to get to you. A few texts here and there, a stolen kiss or two when you were lucky enough to catch him before he sped off to work, not much more.

Missing someone sucked.

And now you lay sprawled out on the couch like a starfish, bored out of your mind but with very little energy or desire to do anything. You’d put on a cooking show, if the sounds of sizzling pans were anything to go by, and judging by the month and the darkness of the sky you guessed it was anywhere between 8 and 11PM before confirming with the clock, which glowed 10:25 in bright blue light; too late to try to push yourself into doing something but still too early to go to bed. So you continued to stare mindlessly at the tv, wondering when you’d get to properly spend time with Connor again.

It was maybe an hour later and you were starting to doze off when the universe finally seemed to take pity on you. The door opened and in your half-asleep daze you spotted Connor walking in, an excited, buzzing air about him. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sit up and smile at him as he walks over to join you on the couch, leaning in to press a swift little kiss against your lips.

“Good evening my love, did I wake you?”

“No, no,” you assure him, “I was just starting to nod off before you got home. But what’s up, you seem excited about something.”

He nods with a pleased smile, rich brown eyes practically sparkling with pride as he begins to tell you about the case he and Hank had finally solved. You always loved how expressive Connor was, beautiful features shifting to convey so many emotions. Transfixed by the sea of mocha, you itch to touch him, to trace your fingertips across the slight smattering of freckles across his face, like a game of connect the dots, but much more satisfying.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you respond distractedly, blinking as you shake yourself out of your stupor. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“You seem… distracted. Are you alright, love?” Connor looks you over and you can tell by the momentary yellow flickers of his LED that he’s currently scanning your vitals. But you’re fine, more or less, the somewhat-crippling loneliness aside, and you try to convince him as such, with a playful boop of your finger against his nose.

“I’m fine, my sweet, just a bit tired is all.” It’s not a lie; you’d managed to mess up your sleep schedule a bit consistently trying to wait up for him, to no avail.

Connor tilts his head, processing. “No,” he refutes, leaning closer to cup your cheek in his hand. The sudden touch sparks a little jolt through your body and you’re hit with a wave of emotion. You wring your hands in your lap ever so slightly, slowly, hoping he doesn’t notice the movement, but it doesn’t matter, you’ve already giving yourself away.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, trying hard not to cling, no matter how desperate you are to touch him, to curl into him, to lace your fingers through his and bury yourself in the shelter of his sturdy frame. He’s never given you a reason to believe you could push him away, but you just can’t help but worry that someday you inevitably will. That was always the case with anyone who got too close to you, who became too important. Either you weren’t enough and they’d get bored of you or you were too much and they’d drift away. Neither hurt more or less, they simply… hurt.

“Really, I’m fine, just a bit sleepy.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, his tone much more firm, serious.

You’re tired. You’d barely seen him in three or four weeks and you wanted nothing more than his touch, an anchor to ground you and remind you that he is here by choice, that he wants to be here and that he loves you. Defeated, you answer, voice smaller than you intended. “I missed you.”

“What do you mean?”

“...I missed you,” you repeat, unable to say much more, your gaze darting away. You hope he can understand because, honestly, you’re not really sure how to explain what you’re feeling.

Despite your lack of explanation, he seems to understand, or at least he understands enough, because he edges closer, placing his hands over yours to pull them out of your lap. “Y/N, I’m here. Hank and I just solved a big case. I could request a few days off so we could-”

“No,” you interrupt, tugging your hands back, “no, don’t do that. You love your work, I couldn’t ask you to take time off for me. You’re here now, that’s enough.”

“Is it?” he asks, tilting your head back up to face him. “We’ve barely seen each other in twenty-three days. I’ve missed you too.”

“You did?”

“Of course.” His hands find yours again as he leans in to kiss you, slowly this time. Finally, you get to savor him once again. Despite yourself, you clutch his hands tightly, not letting go until he deepens the kiss, and then you only let go to wrap your arms around his back, pulling him against you with a needy whimper.

Connor breaks the kiss, voice gentle, concerned. “Y/N?”

“I’m… Sorry, I just… Would you hold me, Connor? …Please?” You hate yourself for sounding so weak, so desperate, but Connor doesn’t hesitate in sliding you over into his lap, arms locking securely around your waist and back.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his shoulder before burying your face in his neck. The two of you remain there for some time, until you’ve relaxed, until you feel the moisture on your cheeks that spreads to his neck, which makes you both realize you’re crying and you both edge slightly apart to wipe the tears away. You almost laugh at the synchronized gesture, heart fluttering as he beats you to it, thumbs wiping your cheeks and the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, a habit.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because… I don’t know.”

“You haven’t done anything that you need to apologize for.”

Somewhere, in the logical part of your brain, you know he’s right. You just can’t help it. Here you are with your illogical mess of human emotions and still, he stays. Still, he loves you.

Sighing, you say nothing and take one of his hands, holding it between both of your own. Your fingers sweep over the synthetic skin, trying to memorize it. His free hand settles against your lower back as he watches you quietly, not wanting to interrupt whatever this is that you seem to need.

“...Connor?”

“Yes?”

“May I-... I want to… Your hand. Would you please… pull your skin back?”

Connor hesitates, only for a moment, but he grants your request, the skin of his hand shifting away to reveal the pristine plastic underneath. Once more, you run your fingers over his hand, perfectly smooth to the touch, save for the lines at the joints that provided the androids with fully-functional mobility. You marvel at it for a while, not just his hand, but everything about this moment, the closeness of your bodies, the wonderful sound of his voice as he asks you anew if you’re okay. You aren’t sure. You decide to answer by pressing a kiss to his palm before looking back at him.

There’s a warmth in your chest that had been missing the past few weeks, and you press your forehead to his, eyes sliding shut as you stay in his lap, fingers sweeping across his hand, over and over, and over.

#Detroit Become Human #Connor #dbh connor #connor rk800 #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #rk800 x reader #drabbles #my writing

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The Right Choice - Part 7

Summary: You had hoped going to Korea to look after your estranged grandmother would allow you to connect in some way to your mother’s culture. However, being half-Korean and a single mother meant you would face the stigma of a narrow-minded society instead. Had you really made the right choice to come here?

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

Genre: single mother au / strangers to lovers au / self-growth / angst / romance

Warnings: open prejudice and stigma over solo parenting

A/N; Although the warnings seem rather negative, this story is one I hope a lot of you will enjoy! I’ve wanted to write this for over eight months now, and I’m glad I finally sat down to do so. It isn’t as dark as it sounds, and nor is it intentionally a dig at Korean culture as a whole.

The Right Choice will be posted daily at 10am NZST.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Just as planned, your father arrived in Korea for the first time in over thirty years, a couple of days later. You met him at the airport, rushing forward to take Emerson from his arms after kissing him on the cheek.

It had been a long two days without your daughter in your arms.

“Mum-Mum-Mum!” she sang and you nodded, kissing her all over. And then her chubby arms reached out for the person waiting behind you.

Mark grinned, taking her happily. “Hey Emmie, look how big you’ve gotten!”

You gave your Dad a look, who then quietly yet firmly placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Mark, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We have a lot of talking to do, so it seems,” your father mentioned and you grinned, shooting Mark an innocent shrug.

It wasn’t only him who could plan things.

You could tell your father was anxious when you arrived outside the gate to the family home, staring at it as if he was seeing an entire lifetime before now in front of him. He hesitated for the handle on the gate but you encouraged him forward.

“I’m right here.”

“I know, I know,” he mumbled, taking a deep breath.

“I’ll catch up with you all later,” Mark announced, bowing out from the family reunion and leaving you all to go inside to see your grandmother.

Once inside, you held Emerson’s hand after putting her on the ground, watching on silently in the doorway.

“Michael,” the elder greeted, and you could see the nervousness settled into her old stare just as much as it was within his. Smiling as your father edged forward, he bowed politely at the woman. Once upright again, he gasped when your grandmother mirrored the gesture, shaking with emotions. You knew this was a first in his lifetime, as was the warm hand she placed over his trembling one. “Welcome.”

“Mo-mother,” he choked out, the pair having a long-overdue moment. You took Emerson around him and into your bedroom to get changed. When you returned, your Dad and grandmother were both settled down and chatting together.

“You brought her back with you?”

You glanced at your Dad, blinking rapidly. “Mum’s here?”

“I figure it would be best to let her rest with the other members of her family. Especially since Y/N is over here.”

“But, what about you Dad?” you breathed, tears welling in your eyes. “You prided in having her close.”

“She will be,” he told you, looking between both you and the other woman in the room. “It was always in your mother’s plans to expand the business east. I’ve just signed a contract two weeks ago that starts that new adventure.”

“You’re moving here?!” you asked, throwing your arms around his neck happily. “Really?”

“I’ll have to travel back and forth, but yes, Korea can be my home too. I’m not going to let Emerson grow up without seeing her Grandpa all the time!”

“Pa-Pa-Pa!” the child on the floor cried, crawling over to the chair your grandmother was seated in and pulled herself up. She looked directly at the old woman and giggled. “Ma-Ma-Ma!”

“Ma?” she repeated before looking at you.

“Grandma,” you confirmed, smiling as your family unit.

You never knew you could be this happy in your mother’s country until now.

There was someone you still needed to catch up with. After the ceremony of your mother’s urn being placed next to the rest of her family was over, you made plans to meet up with Mark. You hadn’t exactly avoided him since coming back to Korea, you had been genuinely busy. But in those first two days, you had felt too awkward to truly delve into your feelings.

The confidence of seeing your family all on the same page made you realise that you needed to be on the same one with Mark too. Whether that was friendship or something more, you weren’t quite sure. It was important to you to find out, however, and after leaving Emerson with your Dad and Grandmother eating breakfast, you walked over to the bakery.

“Welcome!” his cheery voice greeted and you grinned when he saw who was there, waving in greeting.

You then took a seat at the table you had on your first trip to the bakery, waiting for him to approach you. He sat down in the seat opposite, trying not to smile too much. You looked up at him and sighed. “Is it okay to vent?”

Mark chuckled at your opening line and nodded. “I’m apparently a good listener. Someone I know once told me that.”

“Is that so,” you wondered, leaning across the table. Your smile eased somewhat. “I was dumb.”

“Just dumb?”

“Blind too, at least I hope so.”

Mark grinned, leaning in towards you himself. “So blind. What guy gives away multiple breads for free to just anyone?”

“I thought you were being friendly!”

“I was,” he assured with a laugh, making a gesture with your hand to carry on. “Anyway, you were saying about being dumb and blind?”

You rolled your eyes in response before smiling again. “I liked getting to know you. And you accepted Emerson so easily, which means a lot to me.”

“Who doesn’t love Emmie? She’s got more charms than you do. I’m pretty sure she accepted my heart before you ever did.”

“Are you just going to keep teasing me? I came here to be serious with you.”

“I’m working, and you choose to unload feelings onto me now?” Mark glanced around the bakery and sighed heavily. “Couldn’t you wait until I was a free man?”

“Were you always this playful?”

“Were you always this easy to wind up?”

You grinned at each and you nodded. “Fine, I’ll wait until your shift is over.”

“I have teaching afterwards.”

“I’ll wait until you finish there,” you corrected and Mark rested his head in his hands, smiling warmly at you. You grew shy. “What?”

“How long are you willing to wait for me?”

“Is this some sort of test?” you wondered aloud and then copied his comfortable pose, resting your elbows up on the table. “Hm, how long am I willing to wait for you?”

Before you could make any further response, Mark enclosed the gap between you both, pressing his mouth onto yours. It was short, sweet and full of promise.

You breathed shakily when he pulled away. “For as long as I need to wait, I’ll do just that.”

It turned out you didn’t have to wait more than a couple of hours. Mark’s shift at the bakery ended and he texted you to meet him in the park he had taken you and Emerson on your first day out. Arriving shortly after his message, you frowned when you found him setting up a picnic on the grass. “Don’t you have your teaching gig?”

“I was joking,” he admitted, grinning up at you as he placed food out for you both. “I wanted to see just how long you could wait for me.”

“I guess there’s a lot more I need to learn about you,” you told him as you sat down and Mark nodded.

“Of course, you haven’t known me for very long. And right before I could confess anything to you, suddenly you disappeared from my world.”

You avoided his gaze then, sheepishly picking at one of the pastries. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I should have done what I really wanted to that day.”

“Which was?”

“Stop you from walking away from me. I knew you were upset but if I told you what happened, maybe you wouldn’t have left.”

“Maybe.”

Mark smiled at you. “I think you leaving did a lot of good though. I mean, you told me about your parents. Your Grandmother looks to be accepting your Dad a lot more now.”

“He’s feeling pretty validated as a family member now.”

“That wouldn’t have happened if you stayed, right?”

“Probably not. I mean, it sounds like he was already planning to come this way, but I doubt my Grandma would have let him in so soon.”

“And she really did miss you both. I had to check on her some times just to make sure she was eating. She told me she missed Emerson’s energy in the house. It made her feel younger.”

“She makes me feel old sometimes,” you said with a laugh, thinking of how quick your daughter was moving around now. “I’m scared to go back to work in case she gets way too fast for Grandma.”

“You’re going back to work?” You nodded. “Where?”

“At the company Dad’s opened here. He wants me to help him run it.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of responsibility,” Mark mentioned softly, his eyes shifting to the food. “You’ll be pretty busy.”

“I know, I mean, I’m only going to be working part-time until Emerson is old enough to attend kindergarten, but still, it’s going to be a bit of a change once she turns a year old.”

“Probably won’t have time for dating anyone then.”

“I never did when I last worked,” you agreed, watching Mark’s downcast expression. You tried not to break out into a smile but his reaction was hard to resist. “It’s a good thing I told Dad that I’ll need him to baby-sit a lot at night, right?”

“At night?” You nodded again and he frowned. “Why?”

“Are you serious?” you questioned with a smile and Mark blinked a couple of times. You leaned in closer. “How else am I going to date my boyfriend? I can’t expect him to put up with my daughter third-wheeling all the time. Though, she’s definitely a big part of my world. My boyfriend will have to understand that.”

He grinned, reaching out to hold onto your face tenderly. You liked when he did that, in fact, you were certain you liked a whole lot about the man before you. “I don’t mind Emerson being with us. Like I said earlier, she accepted me a lot earlier than you did.”

“Are you just going to keep talking or do I have to kiss you myself?”

“I thought you had a boyfriend?” Mark pointed out and you rolled your eyes, grabbing onto his face.

“I do, and I’m about to kiss him,” you announced, placing your lips on Mark’s and kissing him with all the passion you could muster.

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Once in Rockfield Farm (1/5)

summary; you own Rockfield Farm and your bf Mary Austin asks you if you can help her friends with an enormous favour that will lead to a much bigger unprecedented change into your life. Thanks to a cute guy specifically.

word count; 6 126

disclaimers, PLEASE read them; don’t forget this is fiction. i’m using queen‘s 70s era as a base for the story but it won’t be historically accurate. the song mentioned towards the end of the chapter is from Taylor Swift, i don’t claim those lyrics as mine. sorry in advance if u find a f*cked up grammar mistake or whatever. feedback would mean everything, it’s the first time i’m posting something i’ve written it feels like i’m giving birth looool

warnings; minor violence at some point and mention of abuse

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Mary didn’t stop until she convinced you to give green light to her proposal.

She called it like that, but it seemed more like an order. Both of you knew she wouldn’t let it pass until you agreed to.

Taken aback, you refused at first.

The idea of four strangers living in your house, coexisting with you in the only safe space you knew, wasn’t appealing whatsoever.

Even though all they needed was a studio to record, they’d have to stay until the album was finished. They could afford to rent a proper one, but Mary made it quite clear that getting out of town was crucial to avoid possible distractions.

You’d been fired from your job because the restaurant bankrupted, so the money they were going to pay for rent was welcomed.

Your grandfather passed Rockfield Farm on to you when he died.

It was a lovely place full of good memories, mainly concerning hours on end together in the studio he built in the attic throughout the years. The relationship you had with him had always been special, but ever since your nana passed away at the age of 70, your bond became stronger.

He also wasn’t there anymore, and you tried not to think too much about it, just were glad that you met someone like him. He was the main reason you loved making music so much.

Sadly, as you grew up, although your talent for writing songs and producing music was undeniable, you realized you needed to be realistic and pursue a more down-to-earth career.

Medicine was another thing you were slightly attracted to, it wasn’t your passion but it would have to do.

The music business was too complex and difficult to get in, and wasting your time wasn’t on your plans. It’s not like you were a prodigy or a diamond in the rough, anyway. That was your honest opinion.

But now and then you’d succumb and compose. It was an effective way to forget about the rest of the world and vent whenever something would make you sad, grumpy, anxious, angry… Rarely did you write about happy feelings.

What’s the fun in claiming how fulfilled you are with your life? Which you weren’t, but still.

Ballads and songs that’d leave you with your heart aching on the floor were your daily bread.

Mary was the only one allowed to hear your little creations. She’d try to get you to show them to the world, to step out of the comfort zone and perform them in public, to rush out of those same four walls.

You were quick to brush her comments off every time, content with her and your dog being the only ones to get to listen to your babies.

“How long they’re going to take?” you asked using a fake uninterested tone, pretending not to care whether they needed weeks, months or a year.

The truth was that you wished for the album to be done quite fast.

“Who knows,” Mary said. “When the album’s finished I’m the first to know, but in the meantime Freddie won’t give me any clues”

You nodded, unsatisfied with the answer.

“Thanks for agreeing to this. I owe you big” her eyes found yours and yours softened.

“If anything it’s them who do, don’t you think?”

Mary grinned and offered to cook something for tonight’s dinner.

She left you alone with your molecular pathology notes resting on your lap.

It was your last year in University, thank the Lord. One last effort and you would be a doctor.

After memorizing various concepts you found yourself staring at the horizon wondering how was Freddie Mercury like.

Obviously because of Mary you sort of formed this idea of him, but hadn’t had a face to face yet. About the other Queen members… yeah, Mary mentioned them sometimes, vaguely: she described John as a nice fella to have around, Brian as the only one with common sense, and last but not least, when it came to Roger’s personality, she told you hesitantly to judge him yourself.

You thanked her when she handed you the pen you forgot inside.

Mary gave you an encouraging smile, placing her hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

As soon as she turned around to go back inside, you called her name, squinting your eyes to try and get a better sight of the vehicle that kept getting closer to your property.

“What?”

When she spotted the van she sighed happily.

“Finally”

Mary ran to wait for them in the parking area. She was over the moon, clapping and waving effusively to welcome them.

“Are you coming or not?” Mary shouted, gesturing you to go and stand next to her.

You took your time to get up from sitting upon the grass and do just that.

Not a single second since they pulled over went by and Mary was already imprisoning Freddie in her arms.

You chuckled, completely sure he would be dead in a matter of seconds if she wouldn’t loose her grip.

He lovingly wrapped her in his and stroked her hair.

All of a sudden, running from the backyard where he usually played in the mud (this time was no different), your dog appeared on scene. You asked him to remain quiet and by your side, which to your dismay he did not obey.

He went and greeted Queen, who pushed him away with no bad intentions, they just didn’t want to get dirt on their trousers.

John, nevertheless, got on his knees and began patting him. It did not take long for him to regret it when Sherlock seemed to be captivated by his face, licking it non-stop.

You cleared your throat. It would be nice of Mary to introduce you, being the one who organized this whole of a mess in the first place.

Apparently she read your mind. The next thing she did was link arms with you.

“This is (Y/N)” she spoke. “Freddie, come here”

“You have no idea how happy I am to finally meet you”

Freddie gave you two sweet kisses, one on each cheek.

“Same here” you nodded and mirrored his smile when you saw it reached his eyes.

In a heartbeat you were fascinated by him.

There was this intriguing strong aura he projected that made you feel like you were in the presence of someone from the royalty, someone important.

Freddie examined you from head to toe and fell in love immediately with your outfit, a pastel blue dress with tiny sunflowers printed all over it. He did spot your exposed feet and smiled pleasedly at your choice of painting your toenails with the colours of the rainbow.

“Boys, don’t be rude and come say hi” he gestured his bandmates, who were taking a rapid glimpse of their new temporary home, and stepped aside.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Brian”

“Nice to meet you too” you kindly responded, shaking his hand.

“Thank you very much for allowing us to record our album here. If we win a Grammy expect you to be the first one we address in the speech” he joked, face beaming with a heavenly smile.

Damn, you were so soft for him already. And you wanted to touch his curls.

“You’re welcome, Brian”

“Yes, we’re endlessly grateful” another gentle voice joined the conversation.

John stood now in front of you.

“Hi, I’m John Deacon”

“I know” you laughed, tilting your head to the side. “I hope your stay here is… productive”

“I hope so too” he smiled big, and it made your heart melt. He was so cute.

Roger was next.

He was wearing a black leather jacket that fit him like a glove. One silver bracelet hugging his right wrist, matching the necklace around the neck. What caught your attention the most was the glittery rosy shoes, though. He had long blond messy hair (like the others, except the colour part), and prominent sideburns.

They looked ridiculous, you thought, although every second you spent contemplating his face the less they bothered you.

He was gorgeous, what the hell?

You got somehow a little nervous.

“Productive it shall be. I’m Roger” he spoke, referring your words from before. He took your hand and held it to his lips. “We’ve come to the right place, guys. With such a pretty face like hers we’ll never run out of inspiration” he snorted when he heard John face-palming himself.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Sure Roger didn’t mean that at all, it was just his constant flirty mood Mary warned you about taking over him, you reasoned.

“Don’t get it started, Rog. We don’t want her to kick us out the very first day” Brian scolded him like a father would his children.

Roger laughed, his silly expression never fading away, and soon he was again observing you.

“I was joking, I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” he said, taking some of the heat out.

“It didn’t,” you said back, confident.

You followed the others when they headed to the house carrying their respective suitcases with Mary as the leader.

Roger was fast to grab his and catch up with you.

“You live alone?”

“I have Sherlock”

He was still in ecstasy, trying to get everyone’s attention.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it” you shrugged. “It’s not as tragic as it sounds. I enjoy my own company”

“Oh. Anyway. This is a farm, right? You do all the, huh… you know, farm work on your own?” he looked around, scanning a bit the surroundings. He pointed with his chin at one big rooster. “The guardian of the house, eh?”

You let out a vague chuckle that made Roger proud, already eager to make you like him.

The reason was obvious: you were so eyecatching he almost tripped when he missed one of Sherlock’s toys on one of the porch steps, too engrossed in how the sun made the freckles in your face stand out.

“My grandfather baptized this piece of land as Rockfield Farm, but it hasn’t been a proper farm for years. Now it’s just… my house”

“You know,” he began, digging deep around his mind to come up with something so the conversation wouldn’t end, “years ago I had this summer job in a much more immense place than this. I had to watch over 200 sheep every day”

“Was it as entertaining as it sounds?”

“Clearly not”

Roger extended his hand to stop the door from closing after John came in. He motioned you to go first and winked, but you didn’t notice the last part, which slightly bothered him.

“(Y/N), this place is precious!” you heard Freddie praise.

Mary interrupted you before you could thank him.

“Then you sure are going to love the studio even more! C’mon”

“How did your grandfather manage to get this studio together? It’s pretty impressive” Brian enthusiastically asked, taking a small sip of tea.

The six of you were now chilling in the living room. It was the perfect time for them to rest since the road trip had been long.

Moments before they finished unpacking and settling down, Mary and you gossiped in the kitchen. She remarked how attentive Roger acted towards you, and asked if you were into him.

“Are you stupid?” you couldn’t believe her. “We’ve known each other for what, ten minutes?”

“I was just wondering whether there was desire at first sight or something”

“Desire at first sight?” you repeated slowly, taking in every word.

“It was a softer way to ask if you’d give him a ride or not” she laughed watching you gesture her to lower it down. “I’m just asking because I can tell he would”

Before answering Brian, you looked over at Roger.

He’d taken off his jacket and was rolling up the sleeves of the white tee he wore underneath.

Your lips parted, finding that mundane action quite amusing and sexy on him.

You looked away, guilt taking over you for having stared too keenly. There was nothing wrong about it, and you couldn’t explain why you felt agitated. Maybe you were self-conscious about whether the others noticed.

Forcing yourself to remember Brian’s words and with a sense of pride, you smirked behind your cup, gazing at the wooden floor.

Your grandfather poured his soul into this studio, which he also referred to as a sanctuary. It made you happy to hear Brian acknowledging its value.

There were several electric and acoustic guitars, a generous collection of microphones your grandmother enjoyed saving, two trumpets, a synthesizer -to which Freddie and Roger scoffed loudly at-, a drumkit, one saxophone, and a bass.

Not to mention the tape machine that still worked perfectly plus the recording booth.

Mary told you that John Reid, who was looking after Queen at the moment, managed to convince the label to provide them with a significant amount of money. You assumed they’d brought enough tapes to record on, therefore yours would remain intact.

“He bought half of the instruments”

“The other half?” John inquired.

“He stole them” you answered, not much of a fan about it.

“Whew!” Roger whistled.

You took a short sip of the tea and turned slightly towards the window, presencing a flash of light.

“A piano?”

Freddie dropped the question with no high hopes.

“Pardon?” you turned your head and looked at him over your shoulder with your body still facing towards the window.

The head movement was so fast that a clip you wore to hold a fraction of hair in place loosened a bit, letting the lock to fell down your face.

Roger stared at you in awe.

The light illuminating the room had a warm cosy tone, which surely helped to make your skin look softer and smooth. He wasn’t aware of the heart eyes he was giving you, but Brian, John and Mary were.

When you batted your lashes, he looked away and saw Brian try and fail to hide a smile when they locked eyes. He’d been caught.

“Do you have a piano?” Freddie questioned again, eyebrows raised a little.

A tiny playful smile made its way to your lips.

“Of course I have a piano” you cockily answered.

When you saw Fred’s satisfied grin appear you instantly knew he liked you as much as you liked him. It wasn’t in the attic; you’d show it to him later.

To be honest, the piano was your favourite instrument to play. So delicate, so powerful and majestic.

“Excuse me for a second” you got up from your seat, everyone confused by your sudden urge to leave, but not alarmed.

That light from before wasn’t a bolt of lightning, you came to realize, it was a car that parked outside.

A little voice popped in your head guessing it could be him, but it couldn’t… right? There were approximately two hours from Cardiff to get there.

It sure was someone lost, or maybe they were stopping by to beg to use your bathroom because they couldn’t hold it in anymore. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“How about we start dinner? I’m starving” Mary added.

Their voices kept getting lower and lower as you crossed the corridor, oblivious to Roger’s eyes following your every move.

You stepped outside and closed the heavy door behind you, but not completely.

The silhouette of the last person you’d want to see in the entire world was leaning against a red car, one you did know very well because you lost your virginity in the backseat. He was humming to a tune you didn’t recognize, head facing downwards.

Picking at the fabric of the sweater you put on to forbid the cool air of the night from touching your skin, you opened your mouth.

“Leonardo!” you whisper shouted.

He definitely heard you, although he turned a deaf ear.

“Leo, what the fuck!”

“You’re a stupid whore”

Shit. He’s drunk? You prayed he wouldn’t make a scene, not now, with Mary and the guys around. The shame to have them complicit of whatever could possibly happen would be unbearable.

“You’re miserable” he went on with his speech, voice thick, which made it difficult for you to understand him.

You called it quits three months ago. Apparently he wasn’t any close to getting over the fact you ended it.

“Leave”

After what felt forever, he abruptly raised his head.

“What?” the expression on his face revealed he wasn’t happy.

What his eyes showed freaked the hell out of you: they revealed an intense desire, either with words or physically, to hurt you. He wasn’t sober, and you were aware that he had struggled with alcoholism when he was a teenager. It was fair to say Leonardo never put a finger on you in that way before, but alcohol was the push he needed to do it and his body was full of it now.

A lump formed in your throat.

“Get out of here”

“I just want to talk” lifting his hands up in an attempt to seem harmless, losing balance doing so, he took a few steps forward trying his best to sound convincing so you wouldn’t move and listen to him.

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say”

“How do you think I felt? Huh? When I saw you making out with that moron? You’re so selfish. A fucking slut, (Y/N). You disgust me”

That was the final straw. You promised you wouldn’t give in and start an argument, but he fucking did have to bring that up. He had the nerve to blame you for moving on and having some fun with a guy a few days ago at a party.

“Are you serious right now, Leo? How dare you?! We’re not together!” funny enough, this time it was you walking up to him not giving a damn anymore about the consequences.

When you raised your fist to punch him, even in his state, he managed to catch your wrist on time.

“How wrong you’ve done me” he hissed, tightening the grip. That’d leave marks for sure.

He pushed you against the car, causing your back to crack roughly. The situation was so tense not even the tears were brave to roll down your face, your vision blurry and unclear.

“Please, Leo!”

Mary’s voice never felt so good in your ears.

You totally forgot about them, that you could’ve screamed for help instead of dealing with Leo on your own, too absorbed in rage to be able to think things through.

“Do something, help her!” she pleaded the boys.

Four arms were fast to catch him and throw him to the ground.

Everything was happening so fast, almost as fast as your crazy heartbeats.

Brian came to you and held you by the shoulders, checking you out entirely, looking for bruises. He was asking repeatedly if you were alright, if that man dared to touch you. You could hear him, but it felt like he were miles away from you, his words echoing in the back of your mind.

Mary grabbed your arm and the two guided you, treating you like you had some kind of disability.

Before letting them drag you inside, you quickly turned your head to see what was going on, and saw a fuming Roger threatening Leo to disappear and never come back.

Freddie and John remained behind him in case he’d lose his temper. They looked at each other in astonishment; it was the first time they saw Roger like that.

“(Y/N)” Mary called you, once in the common room. “Fancy a glass of water?”

“I’ll be right back with it,” Brian said, his long legs taking him to the kitchen.

“Sit down, babe”

“I don’t want to. I’m fine”

She could perfectly see the tension in your shoulders.

“You’re not. But it’s fine, it’ll be fine” she sympathized, caressing your hair.

At this point you were lost for words. You were confused, angry, stunned.

“Here, take it. It’ll do you good, (Y/N). Is there anything else you n—” Brian began, offering you freshwater to maybe comfort you and make the knot you felt in your throat go away.

“For fuck’s sake!” you felt choleric. Maybe you were about to pass out.

Freddie, John and Roger came in and stopped dead in their tracks when they heard you complain.

Brian blinked a few times.

You were desperate for some time alone to process the last couple of minutes, but that wasn’t any excuse for you to take it out on Brian when all he wanted was for you to get better.

“I’m sorry” you lamented, ashamed at your behaviour, and took the glass not looking at anyone in the eye. That’s when you saw you were indeed shaking a little bit.

He smiled comprehensively, not giving too much attention to your outburst.

“Who the fuck was that?” Freddie wondered.

John elbowed him and mouthed “not now”.

“I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry you had to witness that” you sighed, choking back the agony.

“Don’t apologize. That piece of shit shouldn’t have treated you like that. He looked mad” Freddie condemned.

Another heavy sigh escaped your mouth when you saw everyone staring intently at you, hating the feeling of their unasked pity.

Roger hadn’t said a word. His muscles were tense, mind way too far from the scene recalling something from the past.

It’d been several weeks since Queen came to stay.

To your surprise you had no complaints. They helped you without hesitation with the housework and kept their rooms tidy. More or less. The only thing you could protest about was that after the sessions it seemed like the studio had been the target of a fateful hurricane.

However, they were too cute to stay mad at for more than ten seconds.

Coming out of your shell was easy because of them. It didn’t take you long to feel comfortable enough to show your true self instead of hiding in your room like you did the first three days.

Reading a book easily kept your mind busy, except now; it was unbearably hot outdoors and indoors. Without taking your eyes off the page, you held the Coca-Cola can against your neck seeking a refreshing sensation.

“Mind if I join?”

You lowered the sunglasses until they were fitted a little bit below the bridge of your nose. The sun was hiding behind a cloud now, making it easier to adjust your vision and get it focused on whoever that was.

A shirtless Roger stood before you, with a towel around his neck that he rushed to spread on the hammock next to yours.

His skin glowing due to the sweat made him look rather tempting.

Your brain lent a helping hand forcing you to smile and nod because you wouldn’t, couldn’t do that yourself.

A small grin tugged at his lips when he noticed your eyes on him longer than usual.

“You’re always studying, angel” he pointed out, lying down and crossing his arms above his head.

You let out a loud sigh you’d been holding in, cheeks red at the pet name he chose. Anytime he’d call you something sweet rather than by your name, it was always how you tended to react.

There was no denying that you’d sort of developed a small crush on him.

Nobody could blame you, though; the same thing would happen to any human being with feelings.

He always treated you as one of them, making sure you didn’t feel left out. His sense of humour was similar to yours, and you appreciated it when he included you in their plans even if he knew you were occupied with Uni and probably wouldn’t be able to join.

Also, he was hot as fuck. You swore you’d never seen a man so beautiful in your life so far.

“I have to if I want to pass my exams”

“Sure, but you’re always studying” he emphasized. “It cannot be healthy”

It couldn’t, but everything was so difficult and you were so lost at some points you thought the world as you knew it could end if you took the smallest break.

“(Y/N)”

“Tell me”

“Seeing you stressed out stresses me” he sat straight, took the book from you and shoved it away. “Fuck this. I suggest you have some fun before the pressure ages you”

“And what do you recommend, ay?” you questioned, crossing your arms across your chest.

“We could play Frisbee”

“Frisbee? Really?”

“Why not? I’m sure you’re not that bad” he teased, getting to his feet.

You faked a laugh and stood up.

“Don’t underestimate my skills”

He used his hand to mimic a mouth talking nonsense, and approached the pool since the frisbee was floating in the water. But he stopped when he felt he stepped on something, proceeding to lift his foot to see what it was.

Roger knelt down and picked a piece of paper up, which said in messy handwriting together with scribbles here and there: You tell me ‘bout your past, thinking your future was me.

His brows cocked in surprise and your eyes widened. You grabbed it out of his hand and held it close to your heart reflexively, as if protecting it. It must have flown out from within the pages of the book when he first threw it away.

Roger watched you curiously, crouched down still, as you breathed slow and deep avoiding eye contact. You could feel your face getting hotter.

He got up with an unnoticeable smile.

“That’s yours? It’s decent”

You waited for something to get out of your mouth, but this time your brain didn’t find a way to help you out, speechless at the fact that he liked it.

“Do you have more? I’d love to hear” he continued, glancing at you.

“Oh, n-no” you forced a laughter. “I don’t”

“I’m glad you’re not as bad as a lyricist as you are as a liar”

You gave him a dirty look and the corners of his eyes crinkled at that. He puppy-eyed you.

“Please?”

“No, Roger”

“We don’t protest when you’re in our recording sessions, you could return the favour”

“Excuse me? You’re in my goddamn house. Watch your tone”

He giggled, fascinated by how cute you turned out to be when poked at.

“What do I have to do for you to say yes?”

“Nothing. It’s not happening”

“(Y/N)!” he pleaded. “I want to hear you sing”

You shook your head.

“And I want to own all the dogs on the planet. Guess we’re both stuck”

Roger groaned in defeat and turned around to get his hands on the frisbee.

For some odd reason, it made your heart dance in your chest knowing he was willing to sit down with you and listen.

A sense of enthusiasm and confidence moved you and shockingly enough you found yourself considering the idea.

Roger gave you a quick head nod.

“Ready?”

You didn’t know what the hell you were doing but you whispered a small “okay”. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Take a few steps back first, you’re too close”

You pulled a face at him but quickly shook your head.

“I said I’ll do it”

Roger wasn’t getting it.

“Do w—“ he stopped mid-sentence, his sapphire eyes widening in understanding this wasn’t about playing Frisbee anymore. “Yes!” he took you in his arms and spun you around.

Since he was shirtless you could feel how well built he was. Although he wasn’t the most athletic man out there, apparently drumming on and on was enough to keep him fit.

“Rog, Rog! Enough! I’m feeling dizzy”

You were wearing a mini skirt that had a tiny slit on one of the sides. Seeing it rolled itself up a little you adjusted its length, avoiding any extra space to anyone’s imagination. Too late for Roger though.

When satisfied with how your skirt fitted, you looked up and saw a subtle wink roaming his lips.

“I’m ready when you are” he announced, bending over to grab his shirt and put it on.

At first your legs wouldn’t cooperate.

Roger followed you closely.

He saw you toy with your hair, questioning yourself why you agreed to do this when you weren’t a hundred per cent sure about it. He placed his hands on your shoulders and slowly massaged the back of your neck with his thumbs, relieving some of the pressure.

Every single hair of your body stood on ends.

“Don’t be nervous, love. We can drop it whenever you want” he conceded, tossing an arm around your shoulders.

Opening the door to the studio you felt sick, already regretting your decision.

Roger took a sit on the couch, watching you like you were about to do a mind-blowing performance that’d change the meaning of his life forever.

Feeling like a rat in a laboratory with the doctors waiting to see if the experiment was successful or not, you shifted weight from one foot to the other, discomfort intensifying.

The piercing electric blue of his eyes triggered something in you when they met yours. You didn’t know how but it seemed like he was speaking to you through them, encouraging and imploring you to open up to him.

“Take it easy, (Y/N). It’s not a big deal”

“It is for me”

You sank down on one of the chairs next to the control room, poorly trying to hide how intimidated you were.

“You’re singing, then? Or reading the lyrics out loud?”

“Singing” you muttered. God knows if you went downstairs to pick up your notebook you wouldn’t come back.

A very cheeky expression overtook his face.

“Okay, go ahead” he gestured, rubbing his chin.

You clenched your jaw and snapped your eyes shut. It was easier to do it if you weren’t looking. You’d just imagine it was your grandfather in the room with you instead.

“Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it I’d like to be my old self again But I’m still trying to find it

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone”

Roger’s fingers fidgeted at the sight of you tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, silently wishing it was him doing it.

He saw how your angelic features relaxed along to every word you sang. When it comes to your voice... He had to remind himself he didn’t die nor was leaving a dream, because it felt like he were in the very gates of heaven.

His breathing quickened, well aware he was witnessing something intimate.

Leaning closer, elbows resting on his knees, he allowed your voice to transport him to the place and time you were describing.

“But you keep my old scarf From that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me You can’t get rid of it

'Cause you remember it all too well”

You swallowed before opening your eyes and speaking.

“There’s more but that’s the part I’m most proud of”

Roger’d fallen silent, his brain on fire.

He seemed to be absent, daydreaming probably.

Your heartbeat could make you go deaf any second, partly because you allowed him to have a peek at your heart partly because you were dying to know if he was any positive about it.

“You sounded like an angel” he stated in the softest voice, working on coming back to his senses.

There was nothing you could do apart from blushing and awkwardly shaking your head, yet on the inside you were saturated with a strong feeling that filled you completely: his opinion was relevant to you and the reaction he had was more than enough.

“You’re exaggerating. Thank you though, for your words. You’re very kind” you said, entwining ankles.

“Is it…” Roger was afraid this would ruin the mood. He decided to give it a shot and solve any doubt. More importantly, he wanted to make sure you were alright.

You weren’t stupid and knew where he was going.

“About Leonardo? Yes. Next question” you explained bitterly cutting him off, and pressed your lips together making an effort to not roll your eyes and appear rude.

He did ruin the mood.

Roger felt bad now.

“I’m sorry. Forget it”

“It’s fine” the flat tone you used before switched to a more delicate one.

It was overwhelming that he cared. He didn’t have to but he cared.

“I experienced something similar. I know how fucked up domestic abuse is” Roger confessed, bowing his head.

Wait, what? He what?

“Rog…” you got up and carefully sat next to him.

It shocked you how quick the atmosphere changed.

“It’s nothing, dear, it was a long time ago. She was… she was crazy” he laughed drily and cleared his throat. “You know what I mean”

“I do not. What you saw when Leonardo showed up was a one-time thing. He was drunk and barely himself, but I’m so terribly sorry you had to go through that”

“Ah, good for you then” he tapped you on the knee with a small smile on his face.

It broke your heart. How could anyone be so goddamn evil? You just couldn’t understand why they were people like that out there, willing to harm others deliberately.

Your mind drifted to Leonardo, did he become one of them?

Glancing at Roger, you hesitantly got closer to rest your cheek against his shoulder, letting him know mutely you were there in case he needed to vent more often. You intended to cuddle for just a few seconds before it turned out weird. That was until he wrapped an arm around you to keep you in position.

“Thank you” he whispered.

It sent shivers down your spine hearing for the first time his voice discreetly cracking up. You weren’t entirely sure about what he was thanking you for, though.

Roger didn’t quite understand why such information slipped out his mouth. Maybe he thought it was appropriate to share it since he contemplated you went through the same thing after what he saw. He just wanted to make sure you knew you could count on him as well.

The boys knew about the matter, obviously, but there was this thing about you he hadn’t figured out just yet that pushed him to speak to you about it.

That’s what his mind was saying, his heart on the other hand defended the idea that he felt comfortable with you and that since he presenced the incident with Leonardo he remembered his experience. Hence the fit of anger he had.

The thought alone of that scumbag hurting you made his head collapse. He was very sensitive about the subject.

“Better?” you wondered out loud after a while of snuggling, yet you didn’t move, finding the proximity significantly pleasant.

“Yeah, uh, sorry” he cleared his throat and released you.

“It’s more than okay”

He nodded, not really looking at you yet.

You tried to think of something that could distract him from those undeserved and heartrending memories.

There was no point of comparison to what Roger had struggled with, but every time you argued with Leo during the year your relationship lasted, you were grateful that your friends organized sporadic plans to help you forget about the fights.

You had to do that for Roger. You had to entertain him. To keep his mind occupied.

“Freddie explained to me drums are much more complicated than what they seem”

Roger glanced over the drumkit.

He was suspicious at first about the topic change, and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“It can be very ambitious if you don’t do try for real, instead of goofing around. There’s too much going on. People believe it’s just hitting the drums and you’re good. Wankers”

It was unmissable how his face lit up, talking about his passion.

Crossing an ankle over your knee, you bent forward to get a better sight of his much more eased features.

“I’m sure it requires a lot of hard work, the coordination on hands and feet and all that stuff. Singing along as well must be tiring”

Roger’s eyes bored into yours, as if studying and reflecting upon your words. A corner of his mouth lifted.

“Yeah,” he replied amused, “physically it can be tough”

He knew what you were doing.

Just when he was about to ask you if you wanted him to teach you some basics, John came flying through the door.

“For God’s sake, there you are. Roger, I need you. Freddie and Brian are arguing again. Help me out spreading some peace before Freddie slaps him”

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end of part one, lemme know what you think ! ♡

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infxnitiveharry · 5 years

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Confessions

Harry Styles x Reader Imagine

Where you begin to develop unwanted feelings

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: none

a/n: hiiiiiii so this is the first time I’m posting a imagine on this account, I really enjoy writing and reading harry styles fanfics so I thought why not give this a go? This story is loosely based off of Billie Eilish’s song “i love you” which is absolutely gorgeous I definitely recommend listening to it :). Also let me know if you’d like a part 2, I have something in mind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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You can’t really remember when it happened, maybe it was already there, suppressed or hiding within the pit of your mind.

Perhaps it was when you started noticing the little details, like the way his dimples caved in when he grinned your way, or the focus of his eyes when he was concentrating on his work. Maybe it happened amidst all those days spent together just in pure conversation, where you spoke casually about what was happening within your lives, relieving all the pent up stress and venting till the early hours of morning.

You didn’t know when it hit you but now it was all that you thought about.

It was never somewhere you thought you’d be, trailed on the thought of your best friend holding you with everything he has, kissing you till your lips were numb to touch. It was this over fuelled fantasy that plagued your thoughts anytime you weren’t occupied (you made it a point to always be very occupied) Climbing to a state where you didn’t think you could escape.

Then came the denial, the argument within your head about your feelings. Was this all the trick of the mind? A phase that you’ll laugh about with him when your older? The doubt came crashing in as all the possibilities swarmed and manifested in your troubled mind.

Should I pursue this fantasy?

These are thoughts you figured you shouldn’t be having whilst taking care of a considerably drunk, clingy and giggly Harry.

The night started out fine, spending time with your mutual friends at the bar, you had noticed Harry’s shift in mood when he had arrived, slightly less smiley and talkative. You had planned to ask him what was wrong but he was swiftly persuaded with drinks (which is something he isn’t usually prone to so you knew something was definitely up)

You stopped counting the glasses of liquor that were placed in his hands, deciding to let him drown out whatever was bothering him, no doubt you’d ask him about it later. Soon his shoulders began to drop and his speech slur to an even slower place. His head had made its way onto your shoulder, body leaning into you as you spoke with your friends.

But now you’re here, helping him from the driveway into his house as he giggled and poked at your cheek in amusement.

“Remind me to never let you drink again,” you grumble, pulling on his body to get him to the front door.

He just laughs, moving along with you whilst fumbling for his keys in his pocket. He had failed to watch where he was going, stumbling over his front steps making you pull him back up to steady his body.

“M’knight in shining armour you are,” he grinned down at you making you shake your head, smiling to yourself. You take his keys from his large hands and open his front door.

You’re not sure how you managed to haul him up the stairs and into his bed without causing an accident of some sorts, Harry was clumsy at the best of times, drunk Harry was 100 times worse. But you helped him take off his shoes and let him lie back on his bed, arms spread out, a smile still plastered on his face. He sits himself up against the headboard and watches as you put his shoes at the end of his bed.

“You’re too nice to me,” he murmurs, looking down his body at you.

You shrug, “What are friend’s for.”

“Yeah but you’re an extra special friend,” he giggles and you ignore the way you’re head flutters. He said friend.

“Are you feeling okay?” you divert the attention from yourself.

He nods, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be sick.”

“No, I mean, you didn’t look… happy when I saw you before. Is everything okay?”

His expression drops a little but he covers it up with a small smile as he shrugs, “Mhm, yeah I just… had a long day I guess.”

You glance over his expression for a little longer, you knew he was lying but decided not to push it, “Okay, just know if you need anything, you can always give me a call.”

You figured his smile now seemed a little more genuine.

“Come here.”

His expression was soft, arms opened out, gesturing for you to go forward and you felt your heart drop a little. You very well knew that it was a terrible idea to indulge in this, you should just decline, say you need to get home and go back to denying your feelings. But he looked so warm and inviting it hurt to resist.

So against your better judgement you climb over the end of the bed towards his open arms and he immediately embraces you, bodies side by side as your upper half reached over his chest and his head into the crook of your neck. He sighs softly, arms tightening around you as he relaxes into your body.

Comfortable silence engulfs you both, your eyes fluttering closed as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He felt so warm and soft that lying here in his arms felt like a fantasy you only dreamed about.

It was too good to be true, there was no way this could ever be a reality.

“I love you.”

Your eyes snap open and you push back from his chest, removing yourself from his arms to sit up on your knees in front of him.

“What did you say?” you swore you were hearing things.

“I love you, a lot,” he says a little louder, leaning forward as you stare back at him in disbelief.

“Oh wow you’ve definitely had one too many drinks,” you shake your head and try to laugh, moving back to get off his bed.

He grabs onto your wrist to halt your movements, “I mean it Y/N.”

“Harry please, this isn’t funny,” you were hoping that he would detect the anger in your tone and drop it, this was all proving to be a lot for you to handle and you had this sick feeling that he would definitely think something different in the morning.

“I’m not joking with you,” his persistence was painful.

“You’re really drunk right now.”

“So?”

“So you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“But I do, and I mean it, I love you,” he repeats without breaking eye contact, he pulled you in a bit more with the hand that still held your wrist, sliding it down so your hands became intertwined.

You shake your head, pulling your hand from his and getting off his bed as quick as you could.

“You’ll forget about this tomorrow.”

“Y/N.”

“This whole conversation is pointless.”

“Y/N.”

“Tomorrow you’ll-“

“Do you not love me?” his shoulders deflated, eyes diverting to his lap.

You let out a breath and a noise somewhere between a scoff and a sigh, “You think I don’t love you? Are you kidding me Harry? All I’ve ever felt is love towards you.”

You look down as you felt tears slowly beginning to surface.

“That’s why I can’t bear to hear you throw that around like it’s nothing. I refuse to listen to this,” you almost choke out, tucking back your trembling lip.

He is silent, looking back at you with an unreadable expression.

You sigh, looking away and moving towards his bedroom door, you refrain from looking back at him as you exit through the door.

“Good night Harry.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles imagines #imagines #harry styles x reader

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luke-jace · 5 years

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So this is the sort of IT SNL AU.

Before I post this basically wall of text, I'll run through the basics of the idea. They all meet up years before the whole events of the movie and Richie somehow convince them to take part in this YouTube channel for comedy sketches and things for fun and it turns into a whole thing.

So, it's 2007, or something like that, and Richie is reminiscing on what he can remember of his childhood and college years, mostly trying to come up with his own jokes based on childhood and such. He finds a few videos from his college years where he tried doing skits with his friends, while they were mostly drunk. Anyways, he decides to visit Derry, see what he can dig up for jokes, maybe mock how the town is set up still, I don't know. He hopes to find something.

He does find something, no, someone. Mike. They start chatting and Richie's regaining some of his memories of the shit that went down and he's starting to wish that he could meet up with the losers again without it being apart of the clown BS. So Mike and he decide they're going to arrange something where they all meet up again properly.

So, they do. They're hanging out, discussing where they are in their lives. (The biggest changes is that Bill and Beverly are single. Just because I really don't like Bev's husband, I get why he exists and all, but like it just won't work for this AU and fuck it, just let Ben and Bev get together earlier, okay. Bill's single because I have another ship for him.)

Richie brings up what brought him back in the first place, including his mentions of his sketches he did with college friends, which leads to them all asking to see said sketches. So he reluctantly shows them and one of them suggests that they do their own sketches. (Note, they're probably drunk during the making of these new sketches. So, take that as you will.)

So, they record these and Richie decides to upload them to YouTube, mostly because that way it's easier for them to view and hey, maybe someone will stumble upon these videos and find them hilarious to watch to kill time. Most of anyone stumbling upon it will be any who watches Richie's stuff anyways, because they'll be looking his name up so.

So, everyone goes back to their regular lives after spending a few days together, but they all make sure to stay in better touch. A few months or so go by and one of the videos Richie posted starts hitting big, like in whatever way was big back in 2007. And so he texts them like, "Guys those videos we made are getting popular, people really want more."

So, the next time they manage to all get back together, they make some more videos, not expecting much. But before the end of their visits, they notice that they really are getting hits. But, they have their own lives, their own jobs, etc. They aren't going to drop what they're doing to satisfy this internet thing. So, sometimes when meetups happen, not everyone is there, and there are sometimes other people than the Losers Club themselves. Stan's wife, Patricia, joins in whenever Stan's in them, whoever's town they're in's friends or coworkers or anybody really joins in. But at its core, it's the Losers Club. Keeping in mind, these meetups are anywhere they can manage to meet up at. It's not always a certain place, like Derry. So they're filming wherever they can, which is usually a hotel room or someone's house if they can.

It's about a year or so after they've gotten somewhat serious about the channel and Richie's the one who's the most into this, since he's the main person running it and you know, it's his. It's his and his friend's, not anybody else's. The comedy is his own mixed with his friend's comedy. So he wants to get serious about it, like proper serious and so he brings it up with them that he wishes to get a studio or something but since he lives in LA, and therefore is the furthest away, it may not work for them. So, long story short, he moves to somewhere on the East Coast, I picked New Jersey. Could be New York.

(Oh, I'ma mention where everyone lives since it's kinda important. Bev lives in Chicago, Ben lives in Nebraska according to the original stuff, but if that's not true with the newest movies, please correct me. It won't matter for long for this anyways. Bill lives somewhere on the east coast. Eddie lives in New York. Stan and Patricia live in Atlanta. Apparently. So, mostly East Coast apparently.)

The studio is actually more of a… house? It has a few bedrooms and then he turns the master bedroom into the actual studio, so that when everyone visits, they have somewhere to stay instead of a hotel.

So, at some point, Richie convinces Mike to leave Derry, because honestly freaking out over the clown for twenty-seven years isn't healthy, bud. So he moves in with Richie as Richie's still setting up the place, so he helps set it up.

So, a few months into having the studio, visits are happening more often, just not with everyone as mentioned before, because of life. Ben and Beverly, during a visit, have a very deep conversation and Beverly realizes it was him who wrote the thing and they fall in love and end up dating. Also, decide to move into the studio after tying up things at home and find jobs in whatever state they're in. Probably better chances anyways.

Now, with four out of seven (eight if we include Stan's wife because I do.) living under the same roof, videos are being made more often, but they do make sure to space them out so like one week it's the four, and then another week it's the whole gang if they met up, so that people don't think it's going down to just the four.

Now, let's take it to Eddie for a moment. You know we needed some angst, because so far this has just been a very long way of saying they all live under one roof and make funny videos.

Eddie's wife does not like the channel in the slightest. Before, during, and after every meetup, she complains. She nitpicks everything about it, worries about her husband being on the internet like that, so on and so forth. So, Eddie kind of drifts away, he begins rarely showing up to a point where he doesn't anymore. Fans of the show, as it is now basically, are noticing. They brush it off at first. Then Bill ends up moving into the house and Stan and Patricia moved in somewhere somewhat nearby because they're looking to start a family and want to be around some family of their own, and basically they're family so. Now with seven cast members being regulars, people begin getting really curious on what's going on.

They find the one piece of social media Eddie has in 2009 and harass him about it. So, Eddie decides, fine, he'll come one time, do one video, say goodbye and continue on with his life.

"I don't know the sketch they do. I don't know what it involves. All I know is that when Eddie and Richie look at each other in the sketch, there's something going on. and the fans fucking lose their shit. Reddie is born." as I explained it to my friend.

And, neither of them take that well. I mean people are flooding the comments about it, using the ship name a bunch, asking them constantly if they're together or something. It's wild. At first, Richie thinks the odd feelings he's feeling about it are what anybody would feel. But then he realizes during a conversation with Beverly that, wait, no, these are the feelings of like, people just realized I'm in love with someone and I cannot admit it yet to that person. If ever. Especially since he's married. Especially since he's a presumably straight guy. Richie still hasn't come to terms with his sexuality, either so that's grand.

So, Eddie's way of dealing with it is ignoring Richie completely. Richie tries to reach out many many times, and it's met with silence. People do not stop with the Reddie stuff, but it kind of does cool down a little bit. People do not realize that the reason Eddie hasn't come back is partially because of the shipping, btw. Because it's the internet and I mean,,,, let's be real, look at how the internet was back then with their ships. This is like nearly 2010 at this point.

So, as I said, it was dying down. Until Richie does a somewhat vent-y sketch where one of the two canon couples are put into a situation where they're just friends and everyone around them will not shut up about how they're such a cute couple, even after they say they're just friends. To the point where the girl walks out because she can't deal with hearing it anymore. And someone still doesn't shut up about it. Of course, there's jokes and such in it, it's supposed to be funny but it's also got a message. (The reason that it's either Stan and Patricia or Beverly and Ben is that Richie doesn't want people trying to ship anyone else in the group that isn't in a relationship. That's it.)

And so people use logical thinking to not go after Eddie about it, right?

No.

People freak out and think that the sketch is trying to say that Eddie did something wrong, so on and so forth. This causes Eddie to reach out to Richie, and they get in a fight about it, even though they probably shouldn't but. Angst am I right?

Richie makes a video making it very clear that people need to stop with the Reddie stuff, to leave Eddie alone, and so on. People thankfully chill out for once.

So, as things mellow out, and a few of them begin branching out, still staying in the sketch thing because it's fun, but they also want to do a few of their own things. Stan and Patricia run a family vlog, Beverly ends up doing a DIY channel with Ben, because I want them to. Think threadbanger kind of. Mike and Bill have their own youtube channels but right now I'm not sure what they're about.

So, it's 2012, it's been going on for about five years now. Ben and Beverly have gotten their own place but they do spend some time at the studio. Also, they have quite a few animals. So, it's just Richie, Bill and Mike at the studio. (Let me note for a second that uh, Bill and Mike also have something going on. I'm still working on this whole idea)

And then one day, Eddie shows up on the doorstep of the studio. Richie is very surprised. He asks what's up and Eddie explains that he's finally gotten a divorce. That it just wasn't healthy for them, so on and so forth and now he doesn't know what to do and he just needs some support. And somewhere to stay. He would've went to Ben and Bev's or Stan and Pat's but, he doesn't know where they live. So he moves in. BUT, he stays out of videos because it terrifies him. And people have really died down mentioning him so it's cool.

Until one day when Stan and Patricia are filming about their kids or something and in the background, Eddie is chatting with someone and people flip out, because look! It's the guy who went missing from videos!

So, they have to upload a video that's of Eddie explaining why he left and that he's nervous to come back due to the uproar that had happened before. Fans promise they'll be chill, and so he comes back.

(FINALLY, if you knew why this was born, Bill Hader did a series with a character named Stefon. He's quite the character, but uh. He kisses Seth Meyers quite a few times and Stefon and Seth get married in the series of clips and it's mentioned in every reappearance of Stefon since the marriage thing.)

So, they do this one-off video that is a news reporter interviewing a guy about what places are really poppin' and (as Stefon does) just doesn't give helpful advice. All of it is just club suggestions that sound like very…. "Interesting clubs" and it's hilarious. People love it and want more. So they decide to do more and fans begin shipping their characters. I should note that, Eddie's character's name is just his literal name, while Richie's is Ericard. This will make sense of why later.

So, a few months go by and they've decided to do the wedding thing as a sendoff for the series as they decide to end it for now, since it's gotten repetitive and since the fans ship it so badly, fine. (It will come back in a moment tho, but I have to get to why)

So, again, months pass by, it's 2013 now. And they have some videos that are private since they're sketches they never decided to post but kept on the channel as private. One, in particular, was a sketch about a clown, who everyone but one character, Eddie's character, is being all nonchalant about it being around. Like it does creepy things, oh well, that's just how it be.

Uh, it ends by Eddie getting stabbed by the clown and he says lines that I wish were in the movie which were from the 1990 series, "I've never really loved anyone except you guys" but he says it while staring right at Richie.

This video gets accidentally unprivated by some glitch on YouTube as well as a few other.

I forgot to mention, it was saved with "Richie's biggest fear" by Bill, since the channel's joint and he's the one who uploaded it to the channel for safekeeping.

People end up flipping out because of the last line and the fact it's titled "Richie's biggest fear" which is a video showing Eddie basically dying.

(I'm sorry y'all. I had to.)

So they decide, let's do another video with the characters from earlier to get people's minds off that, that'll work. They stupidly announce that they're going to do it, and THEN remember the characters are married and now they can't go back and say they aren't and they are going to have to acknowledge it at least once. So that means they get to call each other husbands. (They both totally don't have to do many takes because after one of them said husband, they ended up ruining the take for some reason)

So, the video's ending and Eddie signs off as you would in a news thing like, "I'm Eddie Kaspbrak." and Richie goes "And I'm Ericard Kaspbrak."

After this, they finally decide to talk about their feelings because this has been going on for way too long. Richie comes out to Eddie and tells him how he has feelings for him and such, but Eddie doesn't need to have them back and goes off on this tangent about it. Eddie stops him in the midst and tells him he feels the same way.

(The entire house overhears and you can hear one person cheer and demand money from the others because they won the bet on firstly which couple gets together first and when (Bill and Mike learn that people are betting on them and they're really confused on why….. hm.))

So Eddie and Richie officially get together after a bit but they do keep it a secret from the YouTube for a while but the audience does pick up on the fact that they look even more in love during sketches and they are a few where they're together, similar to how theres sketches with the other couples together sometimes.

I'd say that's all I have but I've written so much so.

#original #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stan uris #reddie #this needs a lot of work to make sense but somebody asked for it and so im simply delivering #i want to write this but i have a novel to write #maybe i'll write snippets if i so desire at some point #or somehow condense the idea #ppl can use this idea tho as long as you somehow credit me #even a 'some idiot on tumblr came up with this'

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dolcenco · 5 years

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Request: Hi bb I LOVE your writing!! 😩❤️ Prompt 1: 37 with 22 from 50 Ways to say I love you, Joel Smut pls! I don’t know if i did it right 😅 @prettyboypimentel

Joel Pimentel x Reader

Warning/s: Sinful smut (literally); cheating

Prompt 1: “Can I kiss you?”

Prompt 2: Listening to them while they vent.

S/N: The Joel entry for the valentine request is up, everybody! I was supposed to post this yesterday but upon hearing pretend it gave me a new vibe and i just had to re-write this!!! Hope you liked this babe and belated happy valentines day <3

Disclaimer: Do not, I repeat do not resolve or relieve your anger and/or conflicts towards your boyfriend or s/o this way. I’ve been cheated on before and it broke me and I don’t want anyone to go through what I did. The story is purely inspired by pretend :((

Lastly, this is purely fiction. The actions of Chris and Joel in this fic does not reflect the boys we know and love.

“How can you even fucking forget that it was valentines?!” You hissed at your boyfriend.

He groaned loudly in frustration his patience wearing thin as he paces in the middle of your hotel room, “Lo siento, okay, fuck how many times do I have to tell you!” he fumed.

You glared at Christopher, burning holes through his thick skull.

It was valentines day and you were planning to spend an intimate night with your boyfriend after their show. Rose petals scattered across the bed, chilled red wine on the side and in his favourite lacy underwear on you. You both agreed to meet here at the hotel by 10:00 PM to spend the valentines evening and waited for him until 1:00 AM. He never came until he arrives at your hotel room stumbling in tipsy at 2:00 AM, reeking with the smell of alcohol. Completely forgetting about the valentines date, forgetting about you.

“I prepared everything and even texted you! How can you fucking forget!” You roared.

Christopher was done. “You know what, I can’t fucking deal with this shit” He growls, leaving the hotel room slamming the door behind you.

You cursed loudly, running your hand through your hair in frustration. You sat on the floor of your hotel room, burrying your face in your hands and sighed loudly in attempt to relieve yourself some of the anger in you. It was the worst valentines ever.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door. You wiped a few tears from your eyes before walking over to answer. You were about to yell at the person thinking it was Chris, but surprised to find Joel instead.

You were stunned because of two things: First, what was he doing knocking on your hotel room at 2:00 AM and second, why does he look so hot. He was leaning against the door frame and was sweating as if he just finished working out. He was wearing a black shirt, sleeved folded to his shoulders, accentuating his muscular biceps.

His eyebrows shot up, eyes wide when you greeted him in just your underwear. At this point, you didn’t care.

“Oh, Joel. It’s you.” You snapped, turning around to pour yourself a glass of wine. “Come in.”

“Uh, is Chris here?” He steps inside, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. Fury starts to bubble inside of you again at the mention of your boyfriend’s name.

“Does he it look like he’s here” you snapped, taking a sip from your glass your back still facing Joel.

Joel was taken a back by your sudden sass. “Woah, you okay?” he asks cautiously. You finally turn to face him as you swirl the glass in your hand.

“My boyfriend blew me off for valentines by completely forgetting that we had a date but other than that, everything is splendid.” You snapped, flashing him a tight sarcastic smile. “How about you, Pimentel?”

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “Oh shit, I-I didn’t know…” He says, getting distracted at the sight of you in your underwear.

With a sigh, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Your friend is unbelievable!” You bursted as a stream of rants escape your lips.

He gulps, as he watches you rant attempting to push the dirty thoughts to the back of his mind. Christopher was right. You were hot as fuck when you were mad. Joel was thankful that he was wearing baggy tracks to hide his growing boner.

He coughed awkwardly while you ranted before he interrupts you. “Uh, (y/n), do you mind wearing some clothes on.” He croaks out, trying not to look at you because his boner started to ache.

You glared at him, putting down your glass of wine and stepped closer to him. You hated being told what to do. Fury was still coursing through your body and Joel knew he made the wrong move. “Don’t tell me what to do, Pimentel. Who left you in charge?” You hissed.

His hands flew up in surrender, “Jeez, woman what got your panties twisted in a bunch, I was just saying. When is Chris coming back anyway?”

“Go ask him yourself.” You snapped and Joel just lost his patience. He stood up, his tall broad frame towering over you, his nose flaring in annoyance.

“Chris should teach you a thing or two about manners. You don’t get to talk to me like that, Princess” He sneers. The way he called you princess just agitated you even further.

“Who are you to tell me what to do, Curly” You growled. Joel curled his fist at his side taking a step closer towards you, completely pissed as fuck now.

“Call me curly one more time or so help me” he says through gritted teeth.

“Try me, Pimentel” You challenged.

You were so pissed at Joel, you didn’t notice your bare back hit the cold wall as Joel’s glare bored into yours.

You realize that his face was inches from yours, his lips just hovering on top of your mouth. Your eyes darts to his lips and back to his brown eyes. Your heart was racing from the adrenaline and the tension growing between you two. Joel bites his lips, pressing his hands against the wall at the side of your face. He couldn’t stop staring at your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers just above your mouth, your lips just centimeters apart.

“Oh, fuck it.” Your lips crashed against his. The kiss was hungry, your tongues battling in dominance. There was a small pang of guilt in your mind but diminished instantly when Joel’s cold hands, rubs at your side, gliding over your smooth warm skin travelling to the small of your back and finally reaching your ass.

He squeeze harshly before one of his hands glides against your warm skin stopping at the back of your knees. He raised your leg to his waist, giving him acess to grind his crotch against your semi-naked as he kissed your neck until it left a mark.

He picks up your other leg to hook both around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands threading his soft curly hair.

He makes a low hot grunt, sending you to a frenzy when you tugged on his hair. He tosses you on the bed, spreading your legs for him. You bit your lip. He looked so hot in between your legs. He dipped down, his lips hovering just above your pussy.

“You’re so wet for me, Darling. Bet Chris can’t make you this wet like I can.”

You let out a frustrated grunt when he licks you through your lacy thong making you squirm under his wet tongue.

He pulls the lacy fabric aside giving your pussy a long hard lick. You moaned his name out loud, arching your back from the pleasure, your hands flying to his luscious curly hair.

He started flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, his lips wrapping around your throbbing clit. A surge of electrified pleasure courses through your body, the much needed release of pent up sexual frustration. “Fuck, Joel”

His tongue was replaced with his cold fingers, playing with your wet folds teasing the fuck out of you. “Do you want me to finger you baby?”

You bucked your hips against his fingers, wanting them inside you. “Fuck, yes, Joel, yes!” You groaned.

He slides a finger in between your soaking folds, moving in and out of you slowly. You wanted more, you wanted more of him.

“Faster” you begged. He quickens the pace, his eyes watching your reaction as your features twist in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers moving fast inside of you.

“Don’t stop, Joel, oh god please don’t stop” You whimpered and he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of your wet pussy. Not stopping the pleasure, his lips hover over one of your breast, prying them out of your bra. Your eyes lock with his as he licks your aching bud, sucking delicately.

You arch back towards his mouth, begging him not to stop. The pleasure was making your dizzy making you tug on his hair. He moves to the skin just on the top of your nipples, licking it before sucking lightly enough to leave a mark but small enough for Chris to notice.

“I’m gonna cum, Joel. Don’t fucking stop” you whimpered and with that, Joel thrusts his fingers in and out if you faster.

“Cum for me babe. I want you to cum for me. ” He whispers into your ear, kissing your earlobe before sucking it gently.

“Oh fuck!” You screamed, throwing your head back as waves of pleasure crashed through you as you came.

When you came down from your high, he pulls out his fingers sucking your juices clean.“No wonder Chris couldn’t get enough of you, you taste so good, princess.”

“Thanks” you panted, catching your breath.

But before Joel can say anything more, you hear the door of the hotel room unlock and you both cursed under your breath. Adjusting your underwear, you get under the covers as Joel stood up straight and fixed his hair a little.

“(Y/n)? Baby i’m sorry.” Christopher enters the hotel room and stops mid-way when he notices Joel “oh hey bro.” His eyes darts on you then to his band mate.

“I was just looking for you, man but I think you guys need to sort out something so, see you later, dude” Joel says, patting Chris’ back.

“Bye, (y/n)” he smirks and leaves the room but not before he winks at you.

You bite your lip as you turned to Chris. Pretending that nothing happened in the last few seconds.

#joel pimentel #cnco #cncowners #joel pimentel fanfic #joel pimentel imagine #cnco fanfic #cnco imagine

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 5 years

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Click, Click

Chapters: 1, 2

Chapter Three:

For the first time in a while, you were on your own. A few days had passed since the Instagram incident. Your account went viral for the attention and a ton of fans had followed you on the social media platform. There were rumors that you were dating Vernon, rumors that you and your friends had hacked their Instagram accounts to leave the comments, rumors that it hadn’t actually been the boys.

But you weren’t, and you hadn’t, and it had been.

You had gotten a lot of comments on your posts. Even your old posts from middle school weren’t safe. You were getting called a lot of things by a lot of people.

None of it really affected you. The nice comments, the mean ones, neither mattered. You didn’t care what they had to say. They didn’t know you. So how could they have any control over your feelings?

Yeah, wasn’t that a mature way to approach the situation?

You sat down in the grass at a park you had stumbled upon while walking around. It was really pretty there. The sun was boring down on you, and it was relatively warm out. The upper eighties if you were measuring the temperature in Fahrenheit.

You should be sweating even when dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, especially since you had been sitting directly in the sun for the upper end of an hour. Even so, you weren’t sweating. You weren’t hot. You weren’t even warm. You were cold.

You shivered.

While inside you had just assumed that you were under an air vent, or maybe the apartment you and your friends were sharing was just cold. You had moved outside hoping it would change how you felt, but no matter where you went, you felt cold.

You had looked like an idiot asking for hot chocolate in this blazing heat, and even that had done nothing for you.

“Maybe I’m sick,” you murmured to yourself. Even as you said it you knew it wasn’t true. While you felt cold like when you were sick, you could tell that you weren’t. Your throat was fine, and while your eyes were heavy, it was probably just from getting used to sleeping at different times here in Korea. You got like this sometimes. When you had made some sort of mistake that you couldn’t really keep up with. When your mental health was getting so low that you needed to just sit back and stop stressing.

How could you stop stressing though? How could you relax? How could you feel anything when everything felt like it was closing in on you? When everything felt so hopeless?

“You seem contemplative.”

You didn’t even jump. You slowly turned your head towards the voice. It was Jihoon again. At first you thought you were seeing things, but after you stared up at him for about a minute without saying a word you realized it really was him.

He was dressed in jeans, and a loose shirt that was a little big on him. He had a face mask over his mouth and a black ball cap on hiding his hair. You forced yourself to say something intelligent.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. Jihoon sat down next to you. He didn’t ask if he could, or if you wanted company. He just did.

“Doing what?”

“Talking to me.”

Jihoon stared at you in a way that was scary. Not because he himself was scary, but because you weren’t used to being looked at like that. He was committing you to his memory. You could tell by how intent his gaze was. Anything you did in this moment would be imprinted into his memory forever.

“Let’s take a picture together,” Jihoon said instead. “I’m your bias in Seventeen right? You should have a picture on your phone of you with your bias.”

You stared at him, skeptical of his intentions.

“Is this for a reality show or something?” You asked him. “I don’t understand why you would waste your time with a fan like this.”

Jihoon started to respond, but as he did he removed his facemask, an action that distracted you to the point that whatever he said went right over your head. His cheeks were riddled red. It wasn’t from the sun, it couldn’t be because his face had been hidden from the sun before. And the tinge was just over his cheekbones, almost like…

Jihoon seemed to notice where your eyes were and he shifted his gaze away from you after only a moment. You frowned a little and opened your mouth to comment on the red of his cheeks when he held up his phone in the prime position for a selfie.

“Come closer, I only bite when people want me to.”

His laugh was so… So much more precious then you had ever realized. You had always cherished it. You found comfort in his laughter in the past, but to be right there next to it. You never wanted him to stop laughing. The way his whole body moved when he laughed. Even though it was a pretty small laugh considering what he had proven he could do on some interviews. You looked at him, your lips slowly curving up into a smile. He noticed the look, and his laugh quieted down so that he could smile back at you.

Click.

You blinked and looked at the phone screen in surprise. You couldn’t see the picture that Jihoon had just taken you could only see what was currently being reflected in the camera. Your surprised expression, and Jihoon’s pleasant one. He lowered his hand and set his phone down in the grass.

“Your turn,” he stated.

You wordlessly handed over your phone and murmured off your passcode. He smiled at the screen before even opening the phone.

“I’m your background?” He asked. Your face reddened in embarrassment. You had forgotten about that. You couldn’t figure out how to intelligently respond to the comment either. Anything you said would just sound dumb and fangirl-y or super tsundere-y and you didn’t want to come off either way so you just didn’t say anything at all.

Jihoon didn’t seem to mind this and began to open your phone camera.

“You’re pretty quiet,” he commented as he held up your phone for the picture. He smiled at the phone screen and so did you.

Click.

He lowered the phone and went into your photos to look at the picture you had just taken. You could tell there was more that he wanted to say to you, but you could also tell that he wasn’t going to say it.

“I’ve been in a mood the last few days. It doesn’t seem to want to pass,” you admitted rawly. You cursed yourself inwardly for being so open with him. Just because he was one of your top favorite idols didn’t mean you should feel comfortable talking to him like this. You always knew that you shouldn’t act like it was okay behavior to feel comfortable with idols that you didn’t know. You told yourself not to treat them like they were familiar when they posted on instagram and when you wrote them in letters, but something in you had never been able to hold yourself back and prevent yourself from emotionally befriending your idols. In the long run, it shouldn’t have mattered anyways. You were never supposed to get the opportunity to meet any of them.

This, well, it had never been part of the plan.

“A mood?” Jihoon questioned. He looked at you for a moment too long, so you looked down at your hands. He took this as an opportunity to look back down at your phone and start to browse through your photos.

“Hey!” You protested reaching forward. He scoffed, pulling away from you.

“What? You have something to hide?” He teased lightly.

And you definitely did have something to hide. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures of him were on your phone. How mortifying would it be if he found those? Or even found a picture of you on your phone you didn’t want him to see? None of your pictures were inappropriate but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t still be embarrassing if he saw the selfies you confidently took when you were all on your own.

“Just give me my phone back!” You exclaimed. Jihoon got to his feet and began to scroll through your photos out of your reach. That made you scoff.

“What do you think that’s going to do?! I’m taller than you!”

Jihoon stopped scrolling through your pictures in order to look slightly offended at you.

“Barely,” he responded. You just sat and stared up at him from the grass. He didn’t say anything as his finger slid across your screen. After a moment he stopped and glanced down at you.

“Am I even one of your favorite idols? I have yet to see a single picture of me.”

His tone of voice was a little gruff, lower then you were used to, and the playful expression that had been on his face was gone.

That’s when you remembered- to your own immense relief- that you had gone through a binge of other idols the other night so any pictures of him, or you even would be pretty far in.

He swiped his finger a few more times and then sighed. He visibly exited the app and entered the camera app again. He raised the camera and started to take his own picture. You scrunched your eyebrows together.

“Wha… what are you doing?” You asked him. He shrugged.

“You need more pictures of me,” he replied. The way he said it was cute, really cute. He sounded like a little kid. You didn’t say that though. Instead, you grumbled.

“I really don’t need more pictures,” you mumbled. “I have too many already.”

Honestly, you had always assumed Jihoon would find that sort of thing a bit creepy. You had always been a little skeptical over the sanity of the concept. So many pictures in your phone of someone you hadn’t ever met, and likely would never meet… It was just a weird concept if you thought about it too much. Which you did. Often.

It didn’t stop you from collecting an album of pictures of Jihoon on your phone, however, and printing some of them out to adorn the borders of your Seventeen posters. Creepy or not, having pictures of the idols you adored on your walls and in your phone gave you hope. It kept you inspired. Sometimes, it even made you happy.

That was only sometimes, however. Nowadays when you were unhappy, well, nothing could keep you from being unhappy. Except for a few certain people at small, random instances.

You gestured for Jihoon to come back down to the ground, which he died after snapping a few more pictures of himself. You didn’t take your phone back from him, you just tapped what you needed to while he held your phone securely in his hand.

You had always liked it when other people used your phone. You didn’t know why. It should feel like an invasion of privacy. You shouldn’t like letting people go through your texts and read your notes and look at your pictures. But you did.

You didn’t have anything to hide.

Maybe that was part of it. The only things that were on your phone that people didn’t already know about were things that you wanted to say but found yourself unable to because of your own insecurities. You wanted people to know you. You wanted people to understand you, and this… This was one of the only ways that would happen.

You directed Jihoon back to your photos and went back to show him the albums. You didn’t have many of them to show, but the ones in there that you did, would help prove your point.

“Just Namjoon?” Jihoon asked. At first, you were confused, and then you remembered.

“Oh, yeah. The only other idol album I have.”

“To Moon, To Moon, To Moon?” Jihoon said in response. You pressed your lips together.

“Second, only other idol album I have,” you corrected. Jihoon didn’t look amused, even as you clicked on the album of photos that was only of him. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that Jihoon was experiencing something akin to jealousy.

His tone of voice got deeper when he saw that you had pictures of other idols, his body stiffer at any evidence that you might like another idol more than him. The wish to put more pictures of himself on your phone because he didn’t think you had enough…

But you did know better. You knew he wasn’t jealous because he was Lee Jihoon from Seventeen and it was ridiculous to imagine for even a moment that he was even possibly jealous and wanted more of your attention.

“See?” You said softly. Jihoon took back complete control of your phone and began to look through the pictures. He went back after a moment and seemed to compare his album with the other ones on your phone. After only a moment he seemed satisfied. He handed you back your phone.

“You could still use more pictures. There’s no such thing as too many pictures.”

There was such things as too many pictures.

You knew better than anyone just how dangerous photos could be. They invoked powerful emotions that could stay with a person for the rest of their lives. Photos used to be one of your favorite things. Back when you were always happy they were a good thing. You were reminded of pleasant memories. Reminded of a good past that made you want to see your friends.

At some point, your pictures just reminded you of how unhappy you were. Looking at them just brought on a heavy sense of dread.

“Why did you leave a comment on my instagram?” You finally asked. You had been thinking about it since it happened. You wanted to ask as soon as you saw him, but then again, you wanted to ask him a lot as soon as you saw him. What was he doing out here anyways?

But you couldn’t really seem to find the words or even formulate a coherent enough thought to really grip the situation.

It was so weird that Jihoon was just… Here with you. He acted like you two were old friends like he knew you. Sure you acted the same way but to be completely real it was weird that either of you acted like that.

“Cause you posted a picture of me. It’s only fair,” he responded. “Besides, don’t you comment on all of my photos?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. The acquisition itself was suspicious. You knew that there were a lot of people that commented under Jihoon’s posts. Many that commented under every post, and many that commented a lot under every post.

You commented very minimally under every post he made just about as soon as he made it. The idea that he ever actually saw those comments felt unreal to you.

“I do that with a lot of idols, not just you,” you responded stubbornly looking away from Jihoon. You weren’t sure if he was teasing you or not. You were pretty sure he was, but the words were spoken rather plainly, not jokingly.

“I’ve noticed.”

Jihoon’s eyes bore into your side, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of looking at him. Instead, you brushed grass off of your lap and stood up.

“Look I should be going…”

“Oh, how the tables have turned,” Jihoon replied dryly. “Now I’m the one who has to clamor for your attention.”

You gave him a confused look.

“I… I don’t understand.”

Jihoon shrugged, a small smile crossing his lips.

“Have you noticed yet?” He asked you. Now you were even more confused.

“Noticed what?”

“Noticed that you aren’t shaking,” he replied. “And you’re sweating.”

You stared at Jihoon wordlessly for a moment.

How… How did he know about that? How did he know about the shaking?

And, why was he right?

You had spent all day trying to warm up, trying to calm down but when you raised your hand to check the status of your shaking body you found that he was right.

Oh my god, he was right.

You weren’t shaking at all.

“Goodbye,” you replied. He nodded once.

“Oh, you’ll see me again.”

You turned around and walked away. You kept playing that scene around in your head.

When had you stopped shaking? When had you stopped feeling cold?

You were so confused, so completely and utterly confused.

Later that night, when you were trying to feel the urge to do something… Anything. You got a notification on your phone.

Woozi had posted another picture on Instagram.

You didn’t really want to look. Everything about him now was just so confusing, and you couldn't stand that confusion.

But you couldn’t help wondering what he had posted either way.

You lifted your phone and slide it unlocked.

The picture was one taken at the park. It wouldn’t be obvious to anyone who looked at the photo, and at first, the photo didn’t seem significant until you noticed your figure walking away in the distance.

Your eyes drifted to the caption. One word.

“웃어”

Chapter Four

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I've been thinking a lot more about Y these past few weeks or so than I usually do, and probably came to a bit of a realisation... It was my fault. Oh god just writing that hurts. It wasn't intentional, but the million walls I had built up within myself, and all the lies I was living without knowing, made me react badly. He sensed those walls. He more than just sensed them. But I deflected and deflected until I started screaming and calling him all sorts of terrible things. And it just kept escalating.

I've realised he did nothing wrong. Back then my gut feeling told me he was dangerous and manipulative, but I couldn't have been more wrong. He tried to help me, tried to talk to me, but as his questions started creeping in under my defenses they started attacking him as though he was the threat. Well yeah, he was a threat to my false beliefs.

I believed in them so strongly, that I genuinely thought I'd die without them, if they weren't true. And he ever so slightly poked at them. It frightened me.

There really isn't much of anything I can think I should have done differently, considering how very little I knew. Except I should have told him that I was scared, of what was going on in my own mind. And I should have told him he did ruffle my feathers more than I could handle although I had believed all my life that no one possibly could. I don't know if any of us could have figured out what was going on with me back then, but maybe, if I had stopped fighting and deflecting, if I had dared to trust him. We often did say that maybe we met at the wrong time of our lives. I think there was a lot of truth to that. Do I still love him? Did I ever love him? I don't know if I did or if I was just infatuated and attracted, beyond that I also thought of him as a very dear friend, but never got to actual love cause I held back so much. But I think there was definitely potential.

In case anyone's wondering why this lesbian is rambling about having been attracted to some past boyfriend... he's a trans guy. And I'm rambling about this here cause I don't know where else to. It's been 2 fucking years but I still cling to him in my mind. Obviously, I can't let go. So, some venting and digging through this heap of a mess in my mind might be necessary. And if I'm gonna write it all down anyway, I might as well post it too. Perhaps a small sliver of me still hopes he might read it. Although I think he blocked me long ago, so perhaps not.

I was angry at him, really, really angry. Cause I felt like he had abused me. Cause he told me I had abused him. Yeah, that's where it ended, when I broke contact in a desperate attempt to save us both from each other. A very difficult decision to make and my last act of care that he called me selfish for. That hurt, that too.

He was the first person I was ever truly attracted to and got to share that with, at age fucking 27. Cause I thought I had felt attraction to a lot of people before. It overhelmed me, and it scared me. I was afraid to touch him, cause I desired him with an intensity so fiery it burned me. Perhaps that sounds weird, but I was not prepared for that, cause I thought I was bisexual and into men in general but had little to no experience with women, I didn't think much of it when I ended up with him. My own attraction to him and the unexpected suddenness of it scared me so much that I held back so hard that I suffocated its flame. And years later I realise that I still find him attractive, and that I never actually stopped caring. No I don't want to get back together with him, but I want to let go and move on. But also I do miss him.

My own issues, my own pain, and my inability to communicate either, killed our relationship. And my absolutely misguided self-defense hurt him. I understand now, finally I understand.

I was still thinking I was a trans guy back then, and thought I was fine with looking like a man. I thought I was into men and although I much suppressed my attraction to women I acknowledged I had it and called myself bisexual, pansexual... something like that. I still believed I had lived a past life in which I was a male demon in love with a male elf, and I was blindly searching for the reincarnation of that elf who I called Caspian. It was a name I had borrowed and attached to what I thought was an actual memory, and I thought I could find Caspian in Y. But Caspian is not real, while Y very much is.

All those things, I believed in so strongly that I had shaped my entire existence around them, the meaning of my life, and even my afterlife. But completely unknowingly. Feeling them starting to break down, splitting at the seams, crumble... ever so little, when Y entered my life, scared the everliving crap out of me. I felt it as if it was my physical body breaking down with inexplicable random ailments, and my mind too with ever-decreasing empathy and loss of control of my emotions. It changed me.

At first I swung very strongly towards an even more masculine, "male-oriented" variant of my persona as in what I can only explain as extreme self-defense. I completely rejected and denied I had any attraction to women at all, I decided I was gonna get ftm bottom surgery to once and for all get rid of the last things female about my body, I became a "men's rights advocate" and rejected feminism, I made myself as masculine as I could, as my internalised misogyny leaked out and made me act and think in truly sexist ways. I hated myself so much. And I know now that it was because I couldn't handle Y's curious honesty and wish to help me that I eventually lashed out on him, abandoned him and then swung so hard into that "male extreme" at the same time.

I knew all along that he played a big part in how I eventually discovered I'm really a woman, my urgent need/wish to detransition, letting go of my obsessive childhood fairytale of demons and elves, how much my traumas really affected me, and even my lesbian sexuality... but I didn't think about it quite this way before. It was because of him that I finally figured it all out, cause he kept asking me about my past traumas that I had willingly told him about but didn't really know how or if they still affected me much. There wasn't much I could tell him back then. I know he kept asking me cause he wanted to help me cause I was hurting a lot and to understand the complete chaos of a mess that I was, and to get some kind of stability in our trainwreck of a relationship. I was such a crappy boyfriend myself, I mean god damn it. I couldn't admit to that back then because none of anything made any sense to me. I didn’t know there was anything to admit. I thought I was living my truth and defending my truth, when in fact it was all self-deception.

Back then I knew I had walls up between him and me, but I didn't know why or what those walls were telling me. I was scared to find out, yet I wanted to. Now I know what those walls were. They were my male persona, my internalised misogyny, my internalised homophobia, my broken childhood dreams that I kept trying to glue together, the many self-defenses my traumas had created for me. I know because they've fallen now. My refusal to look into them back then, and my lashing out at him for trying to help me, was what ruined our relationship. It hurts when I think about the times he cried cause he couldn't reach out to me and I was getting colder and more distant until I closed myself off entirely. I know he loved me. I know I broke his heart, badly.

No amounts of the words "I'm sorry" is ever gonna be enough to mend that. I know that. But I don't know what ever could be enough, if anything. But at least... if I could, I'd thank him for releasing me from the cage I had trapped myself in. No, I wasn't a monster, cause I never meant to hurt him, and cause I do feel remorse... but finally I can take full responsibility for that’s how it did in fact turn out, and oh god it hurts.

#personal #digging into my past again #not so long ago though #confession of sorts i guess #remorse #realising shit #cant quite let go #Y #past relationship

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Give Yourself A Try

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: The reader has self image issues. Jughead, her best friend, finds out and does whatever he does to try to help.

Warnings: mentions of self hatred and eating disorder (I understand this is a really sensitive subject and I apologize if you don’t think I portrayed the situation in a healthy way. This piece is more of a vent for things that have been going on in my life. I figured after writing it that I may as well post.) Also unedited bc it is 5 am and I need sleep.

Word Count: 3,381

It started during her Freshman year of high school. Y/n began looking at her body in a different way than she ever had. She never had really loved her body, but she never really paid attention before. But once she got into High school, she started to notice the difference between her and all the other girls at Riverdale High. The girls around her had well developed bodies and were under the average weight. She began comparing herself to them, spending nights in front of the mirror judging ever inch of her body. She began to go from diet to diet, doing her best to find one that worked for her. She wanted to be attractive and she wanted to feel happy in her own body.

After she tried what must have been her 20th new fad diet, she started to get increasingly discouraged. She would look up work outs for every single little part of her body that she hated, she would obsess over her progress, crying anytime her weight would go up. It was a lot for her to handle. The thoughts would occupy her mind during class, after school, at night when she tried to sleep, and any time she was with friends or family. The smallest things would set her off thinking about how she needed to be better. In her mind she thought she was being healthier, but she was destroying her body.

Around the end of her Freshman year, her friends started to notice that she was acting different. They used to all go to Pop’s on the weekends, but she no longer attended. She used to have movie nights on Friday’s with her best friend Jughead, but she stopped inviting him over for them, claiming that she was too busy. Her other friends, Betty, Veronica, and Archie, didn’t see her once over the summer. Jughead saw her twice. It wasn’t like her.

She had lost the energy to go out, and she couldn’t handle seeing all the girl around her in their booty shorts and tank tops. She could barely leave the house, because she hated to see herself in the temperature appropriate clothing.

Jughead worried about her, although he had no idea what was going on. Whenever he would bring up her strange behavior, she would just say that she was busy with personal stuff. Growing up, they didn’t keep secrets from each other. They knew that if they ever needed to talk, there was nothing that they couldn’t tell the other. So when she was obviously avoiding the question, Jughead would worry more. But there was nothing he could do, especially since she refused to see him most of the time.

The fact that she refused to see any of her friends just made her mental state worse. Being alone with her mother all day every day for 3 months really took a toll. It was lonely and it left a lot of time for her mind to wander.

About 2 weeks before their Sophomore year started, y/n started to cut meals. She had originally decided not to do that, she knew it wasn’t safe. Her mother had told her about girls whose bodies would just give up on them because they wouldn’t eat, and it scared her at first, so she had promised herself that she would never stop eating. But after months of barely any progress, her brain was too preoccupied to think about the consequences, and at that point she may not have cared anymore.

By the time school had started, she was eating one meal a day. Her mind was happier, feeling like she as making more progress than ever. But her body wasn’t on the same page. She was always tired and her brain was cloudy. School was harder for her, but lunch wasn’t a nightmare anymore. No one mentioned her not eating lunch everyday for a few weeks. When their second month started, Jughead got more worried. He knew that her not eating lunch was a bad sign, and he wanted to ask her and make sure that she was eating elsewhere. He knew that she had some issues with her weight and that she went from diet to diet, and he hoped that the school food just didn’t fit her diet so she ate at home. He held onto that thought until they were alone so he could talk to her.

They were walking home after school one day. She was glad he had offered to walk her home. He used to do that often, but after she disappeared over the summer, he was trying his best to give her space. He needed to talk to her though, so he offered for the first time that year. She only lived a couple minutes from the school anyway, so it wasn’t a hassle to him.

“Y/n, I need to ask you something.”

She looked at him, giving a slight nod of her head to indicate that she was listening.

“I noticed that you haven’t been eating lunch this year. I’m just a little worried I guess. You are eating at home right?”

He watched as her face turned bright red, something that happened when she was nervous, lying, or embarrassed.

“Oh, y-yeah. I just don’t like the school food, and you know I like to sleep in, so I don’t want to wake up early and make a lunch, so I just wait until I’m home,” she rushed out in answer to the question that she was hoping no one would ask her.

He nodded while he processed her response. That was exactly what he was hoping to hear, but the bright hue of her cheeks told him that there was a good chance that she wasn’t telling him the truth. He didn’t know how to confront her about that though, and before he could think of a way, they were at her house. He hugged her and watched as she walked up the path to her front door and disappeared into the small home.

Jughead didn’t bring up that topic again. Things happened, and he was more focused on something he had thought a lot about over the summer. Y/n and him had been best friends for as long as he could remember, and the moment he started to like girls, she was his main interest. He had wanted to ask her out on so many occasions, but he was always afraid that it would ruin their friendship if she said no or if they broke up. So he kept quiet and decided to never tell her how he felt, until that summer. When he never saw her, he realized how life without her was, and he knew that if he didn’t at least try to make his move, there was a chance that as time went on, they would grow apart. He still hadn’t worked up the nerve though.

So one day, at lunch, Jughead pulled y/n aside.

“Hey, y/n, I need to talk to you. And just know that no matter what you say, I just want to be your best friend and I hope this isn’t too weird.”

“Woah there Jones, calm down. What is it?”

“Well…. Over the summer, I never saw you, and it really put something in perspective for me. There is a chance that after high school, or even during high school, things can change and we can drift apart, and I just thought a lot about how I don’t want that. And I just want to be sure that I’m a part of your life, and just…. well I was wondering if maybe you’d be my girlfriend.”

He spat out the last part, blushing harder than she had ever seen him blush. She was trying extremely hard to not smile too largely at his lack of courage. He was the bravest person she knew, but he was so vulnerable in that moment, which was completely new to her.

“Jug,” she said, taking his hand in hers. He had been looking at the ground until then, switching his gaze to their hands, and then to her face.

“Of course.”

At that answer, his blush started to fade and he pulled her into a large hug. He quickly kissed her forehead before letting her go again. He wasn’t that big on any kind of PDA, but he held her hand as they walked over to the table filled with their friends. All three of their friends smiled and asked them about the hand holding, congratulating them on finally getting together.

Although y/n was happy in her new relationship, her self depreciating thoughts didn’t halt. They did falter for a few days, but they were always there in the back of her mind. She continued to weigh herself every day, and she continued to only eat dinner, the only meal that she couldn’t find a way out of.

3 weeks after Jughead asked her to be his, y/n’s mother got a new job, working until 9 each night. Her mother asked her to start making dinner for the family, allowing her to eat at any time as long as there was food for her parents when they would each get home from work. So y/n began making food around 7 each night, an hour before her father would get home, and she said that she had eaten. She had finally cut out the final meal. Making dinner was still torturous though. She would have to stare at the food for long lengths of time. Sometimes it would make her feel nauseous, sometimes it would make her unbelievably hungry. Almost every night, she would snack on some of the raw ingredients from her parent’s dinner, giving her just enough energy to make it.

This caused her weight to go down drastically, which was hard for people to see when they saw her everyday. No one said anything to her for weeks. But Jughead had, of course, noticed that something was different. She wouldn’t reply to texts for hours on end after school, because she would fall asleep once she was home and sleep until she had to make dinner. Sometimes she would fall asleep right after she was done preparing the food as well. She was exhausting her body and that was the only thing that allowed her any sort of energy.

Her grades were failing as well. She used to have straight A’s, but her mind was slowly wasting away. Jughead grew increasingly worried. He didn’t know what was wrong with her, but one night, he thought he had figured it out. He was looking at pictures they had taken together. He wanted to change his home screen on his phone to one of them. He was looking through the few that they had taken over the past 2 months, and as he scrolled through, he saw what had been happening to her. In the first, the oldest, she looked like her normal, happy, healthier self. As he scrolled through, her face began to slowly sink in, along with her collar bones and arms. He looked at her legs in the final picture, comparing it to the first. She must have lost around 20 or more pounds over the span of 2 months. He wanted to go see her and talk to her. He wanted to confront her, knowing that whatever she was doing was unhealthy. But it was almost 2 am, and he needed to get some rest. He knew that she would be sound asleep as well, so he let her rest and decided to talk to her before school the next day.

He found her in the hallway the next day, meeting her at her locker. She smiled up at him, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek when he approached her. His face was worried though and she recognized that he was upset about something.

“Are you ok Jug?”

Her heart began to beat faster.

“No, we need to talk.”

And faster.

“What’s wrong Juggy?”

And faster.

“I was looking through some photos last night and…. y/n have you been eating lately?”

He heart skipped a beat and continued to gain pace.

“What are you talking about Jug?”

“I know something has been going on, you’re failing classes, you’ve been sleeping like 24/7, and I noticed that you’ve lost an unhealthy amount of weight over the past couple months. I need you to talk to me, please.”

Just as he finished his sentence, their warning bell rang, telling them they had to get to class before they were tardy.

“I need to get to class Jug, I can’t be late.”

She tried to walk away from him, her heart was still racing. He knew, and she didn’t know how to handle that. She didn’t want to stop. She was starting to see how unhealthy she was, but it felt better to her than hating her self so much. She still couldn’t look in the mirror, but she felt like she was getting closer.

“Y/n please don’t walk away,” Jughead begged from behind her, not moving as he watched her leave.

She didn’t turn around, she felt extremely light head and she didn’t want to move her head, she just wanted to rush to class and sit down and calm her heart down. Her body was starting to panic, and she started to slow her pace. Jughead though she was about to turn around and come back to him, but instead, she collapsed.

His eyes grew wide and he ran over to her, seeing her books scattered on the ground next to her. Archie was down the hall, on his way to first period, when he saw her fall. He ran down the hall, reaching her and Jughead and immediately kneeling next to him.

“What happened Jug? Is she ok?”

“Go get the nurse Archie.”

In that one command, Archie could tell that Jughead was scared, so he ran to the nurses office, quickly telling her that a student had collapsed in the hall. She grabbed the old wheelchair she had in the corner and rushed down the hall after Archie as he led her back to y/n and Jughead. Jug was still sitting next to her body when they approached. The nurse asked him to move so she could make sure y/n was ok.

After a minute of checking on her, the nurse asked the boys to help her lift the girl into the chair so she could take her back to the office. Archie lifted her and Jughead watched, a tear threatening to fall from his eye. He knew that she had done this to herself, she had driven her body as far as she could without taking care of it, and it broke his heart.

For the first few classes, Jughead couldn’t concentrate, knowing that his girlfriend was still passed out in the Nurse’s office. The second the bell rang for lunch, Jughead was out of his class, rushing down the hall towards his girlfriend. When he got there, the nurse told him that she had woken up, but she had told her to get more rest. She let him into the room to wake her up for lunch.

He approached her slowly. His heart still hurt knowing how much negativity she must have felt for herself to get to that point. He reached out for her hand and rubbed it for a second, before he reached his other hand out and gently shook her shoulder until her eyes fluttered open.

“Juggy?” she asked in a quiet, fragile voice.

He sat on the cot next to hers and watched as she slowly sat up a little.

“You didn’t have to answer my question. If I didn’t before, I definitely know the answer now.”

“Jug…”

“No, please don’t give me some excuse. I don’t want to hear another one. I can’t believe you let it get this bad. And I can’t believe I didn’t see it until now.”

He was getting increasingly upset, but he tone was still soft. He didn’t want to get angry at her.

“Jug, it wasn’t your job to see it…”

“I know that. But your job is to take care of yourself and you haven’t been doing that. And I should have seen that earlier. I should have talked to you earlier. But this is what is going to happen now, and please don’t give me some kind of excuse, because this is what is going to be best for you. You’re going to get up and I am going to walk with you to the cafeteria and we are going to get lunch, and you are going to eat it. Not all of it if you can’t yet, but you are going to eat. And then I am walking you home tonight, and I will stay over until your parents are home, and we are going to talk to them about this. I can tell them or you can. But there is no way in hell that I am going to just sit here while you slowly kill yourself. I am not going to watch you wither away. I know it’s not my job to take care of you, but I will as long as you aren’t doing it. I can’t lose you now.”

A tear fell down his face, but his voice remained calm.

“Ok,” she squeaked out.

She got off the bed and stood next to him, pulling him towards her stomach, hugging him as tight as she could. As much as she didn’t want to change, she couldn’t stand seeing him like that. Even if she refused his plan, she knew that he was going to tell her parents and there was no way out of change at that point. So her only decision was whether she was going to let him go with his plan or hate him. And she chose to love him.

They walked out of the office and to the cafeteria. She walked through the line, not letting go of his hand until she had to grab a tray. They walked to their friends table and they all rushed to ask if she was ok. Jughead told them that she just wasn’t feeling well.

He held her hand under the table as he watched her slowly eat the food in front of her. He could tell that it was the last thing that she wanted to do. It almost looked as if eating was causing her physical pain, but she ate what she could until her stomach couldn’t handle any more.

He refused to let go of her that night. They sat on the couch together, watching movies just like they used to on Friday nights. He made her some popcorn, and she snacked on it slowly over the course of a few movies. She ended up falling asleep in his lap at a few points. He would play with her hair until she would eventually wake up again.

Her parents ended up getting home at the same time that night. Jughead sat with her as she told her parents what had happened. She told them that she needed help. Her mother was sad, but she hugged her daughter. Her father grew angry with her for doing that to herself. Jughead stood up to him for her, saying that she needed his help, not his hate.

Her parent’s went to bed, letting Jughead and y/n have a sleepover on the couches in the living room. They were cuddled up under a large blanket, Jughead playing with her hair, y/n tracing patterns on his chest. He pulled her close to him after they had been laying there for a while, his thoughts beginning to overwhelm him.

“I promise you I’m going to get you help, but I need you to promise me that you’re going to try.”

“I promise Jug…. I’m sorry I let myself get this bad.”

She drifted off to sleep in his arms, he followed shortly after. He had one thing on his mind as he drifted off, he was determined to help her get better in any way he could, supporting her every step of the way.

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