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boyfiejay · 9 days

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I love my girlfriend

PAIRING : Enhypen hyung line x female Youtuber! Reader

GENRE : fluff, bullet point

Warning : curse words, me rizzing up the reader😔

Word Count : 0.9k overall

Author's Note : this was long overdue☝🏻

Heeseung ☆

you're one of those underrated artists, that are underrated due to one sole reason

it's better to gatekeep a talented artist

yk the way some fans get sad that their favourites are now on everyone's fyp

yeah your fandom in a nutshell

they also thirst over you non stop

I mean you are stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting

just date me pookie

you used to be a youtuber before the music career fyi

imagine your fans' dilemma (dimension?) when you say out of nowhere that you have a bf

‘guys, my boyfriend sent me this :D’

and it's a silly picture of two cats or smtg

like your fans are fighting a fucking war on twt

and you are like cuddling with hee, listening to unreleased songs

you have no clue of what's going on

meanwhile heeseung…

he's ready to fight the war

posts a picture of you kissing his cheek on your insta story

he makes sure that only 1/4th of his face is visible

to keep his identity anonymous yk

…

your fans find his acc in 15 mins

he panics definitely 😭

tells you his innuendo after you wake up

and you're just like

‘yeah ok, sure’

WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL??

your boyfriend is getting deep fried on twt and you're like ‘el oh el’

dw your fans mean no harm

after a while they're like

‘they're cute tgt ig 😒’

Jay ☆

you're like a cooking channel

STAY W ME IK IT SOUNDS BASIC

you're like a blogger who blew up one day

because you're just soso pretty😻

alright anyways, your channel is focused around learning to cook

it's so chaotic sometimes

bcz you don't know shit about cooking

sorry if you do, let's pretend you don't >.<!!

you have almost killed yourself a dozen times

at some point people are like

‘??? how is she alive’

all thanks to your almost professional chef boyfriend

but no one has to know that ;)

anyways on like a milestone or something, you decide to cook blindfolded

bae you can barely cook with eyes open

your followers are concerned bro

like their blood pressure is rising by the minute

and like a holy light in the midst of the darkness

Jay stepped in, to save you from killing yourself fr this time

Your fans are seriously jumping around, squealing bcz he's just so soft and gentle to you :(((

but then they snap out and pretend to be angry

and you're like ‘meet my boyfie :3’

jk your fans love you two

like almost obsessed

also they're always sliding in Jay's dms

like I get it mans fine af but he's also taken

and also absolutely whipped for you 🤭

it's your world and we're just living in it…

Jake ☆

you are a gamer/streamer

your whole fan base is delusional

like so delusional, there are like hundreds and thousands of accounts claiming to be your bf/gf

but the iconic one ‘ynsboyfie’ is everywhere

like that acc is the most iconic thing in your lore

they are always there, no news of yours goes past them

always donating in your streams

and one day…

you forget to log in your priv acc

so your official acc has the comment

‘babe, you're so sweet ☹️🩷’

replying to ‘YNSBOYFIE’

???

oh your fans are livid

jokingly ofc

or maybe not

everyone on twt is like

‘who is this bitch???’

everyone hoping for his downfall

then you drop his pic

THE SWITCH UP IS INSANE

‘oh, oh, he's fiiine😏’

like I can't blame them, that's jake

but still they're supposed to be your fans

fucking snitches

my bae, pookum shmookum I would never

your fans love him

but also bully him calling him a lewser

hes so down bad he had a fan page for you

i dont blame him, i too would fangirl over you 😼

Sunghoon ☆

you're like a fitness channel

like those ones that have insane challenges

and your famous in people who have no interest in working out too

your face reveal went so viral, almost every single person knew your face

also your workouts (even tho deadly) always work so fast

people are in love with your figure and just you in general

you also upload mini vlogs once in a while

in these vlogs people noticed someone always being around you and in the back of the frame

at first they were like

‘obsessed fan😨’

but then they saw you laughing along with him in another clip

from the small clips, people couldn't see his face (bcz it's blurred) but omg the figure

the biceps, the buff and tall guy immediately steals everyone hearts

it's obvious from the clips that you're close with him

so naturally you are asked who he is and you just laugh

???

people are losing their minds woman

and you're just like ‘hehe’

they continue seeing him in your vlogs and in one clip you could see him putting his hands on your waist while you squat

you have no reaction to that

but twt…

he's getting dragged even though half of the people have no clue what's going on

you decide to take matter in your hands

and post this

with the caption ‘he's my boyfriend everyone :3’

the internet breaks

Sunghoon doesn't do his face reveal for a long time js bcz he doesn't feel like it yk

but when he does

good lord…

your fans love him

they also love how he glares at people who look at you the wrong way

you never notice that for some reason

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pshcomforts · 3 months

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➳ let you break my heart again | psh.

collegestudent!sunghoon x fem!reader (mentions of wonyoung from ive)

“one day i will stop falling in love with you”

synopsis: you’ve been in love with your friend, sunghoon for a long time but he has eyes on someone else.

warnings/content: college au. unrequited love. pure and heavy angst. cursing. no happy ending. written in third pov. sunghoon’s oblivious. reader is introverted. a little bit of jay x reader.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: part two — ‘falling in love’. fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend). shameless part two is in the works i swear!

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current song playing: let you break my heart again by laufey

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1:04 ─────|────────────── -3:25

it was a gloomy and early evening, and all y/n could hear were the sounds of bird chirps and wind whispers.

she gave a soft sigh as she arrived onto the school campus. “just a few hours today, it’s gonna rain too..,” she murmured with a saddened expression.

the girl soon felt a harsh arm tug around her neck, pulling her close within the person’s chest.

in an instant, the smell of cologne and fresh laundry attacked her senses and she knew who it was.

“you just got here??” her close friend, sunghoon beamed towards her.

y/n’s heart instantly thumped at the processed words. “yeah.. did you?” she took a gulp, eyes trailing up towards the body figure.

she heard him give a low chuckle that caused her insides to churn and twist all in one. “i’ve been here for a while, dummy. we’ve all been waiting for you.” hoon spoke, arms unintentionally linking her closer in his presence.

the girl awkwardly laughed along before swallowing her feelings away. “oh.. well, i’m here now.”

“finally! i’ve been waiting since 8am!”

“you have?” her head peered up and she only hoped that sunghoon didn’t notice the blushing red around her cheeks and ears.

he didn’t. the stupid boy was oblivious.

so he only cackled a laugh before furiously nodding his head — “yeah! i need to give you an update on how it’s going so far with wonyoung.”

oh.

y/n’s heart instantly sank to the pit of her stomach, killing all of the possible butterflies that had been formed there. “o..oh…,” she mumbled with a lip bite. “yeah, how’s it going so far?”

she attempted a smile but could only go so far with just her lips forcibly pressing into a thin line.

sunghoon didn’t notice the way his friend who’s crushed on him for months subtly withdrew away from him as he yapped on and on about his progress.

“so me and her..,” “and then we..,” “but she also told me..,” “and i really want her to know that..,” the oblivious boy mumbled on, and all she could do was let him run his mouth with how much excitement surged through him.

y/n laughed here and there, playing the simple mannered jokes to quiet down her aching pain that wished to become present.

but even with her efforts, her tears that caused a shine to display in her eyes were worsening her act. and when she quietly sniffed away her snot, sunghoon immediately noticed and stopped in his tracks.

“hey,” he nudged. “you okay?”

“yeah.. no, yeah, i’m definitely fine! it’s just getting cold so i think i’m getting a little sick.” she muffled back with her head turned away from him.

he didn’t give a response. at least, not right away. it was urgently quiet as he observed her body language, almost as if trying to figure her out.

“are you sure you’re okay?” the male softly uttered. his voice was sweet and reassuring, much like his feelings for wonyoung.

“if you need to, just go back home. your head might hurt if you stay in class.” he added in.

y/n hated this. she hated how caring he was, how unintentionally charming he was. she hated it, and she hated him (lies).

“no it’s fine, hoon.”

sunghoon’s face spoke with disbelief in her words. resting his hand on her shoulder, he firmly murmured, “i’m sure the professor will understand, i don’t want you to force yourself-“

“i said i’m fine.” the girl harshly reiterated.

after the cold shoulder, she felt his hand slip off of her shoulder — causing a burning pulse to ache in her heart. he was the one who withdrew this time, and she felt it.

“you didn’t have to be harsh, y/n.”

sunghoon’s hand was about to fully slip away but y/n caught it in time, fingers dangling onto the forearm with hope and regret.

“sorry, sunghoon, i’m just a little irritated with this cold,” she lied. nothing about her runny nose and teary eyes were about a cold. he was the reason, but he couldn’t know that.

✩ ‘i don’t even think that you care like i do’ ✩

hoon sighed. “i know you get a little mean when your head starts to hurt but don’t take it out on me,” he softly joked, playfully nudging her head afterwards.

the girl rolled her eyes before giving a light smack to his arm. “shut up, i’m just not feeling well.” another lie.

“well just don’t get me sick cause then i’ll get wonyoung sick.”

oh.

his words processed into her ears faster than she thought, and her smile dropped.

but when sunghoon looked back at her to see if she laughed at his joke, she quickly wore a grin once more.

“calm down, you guys are still talking.” y/n said with a stab to the heart.

“not after today, i hope.”

her ears perked up. she knew it wasn’t possible for her friend to like her back, especially with how much he always went on and on about a girl like wonyoung; but it didn’t hurt to have a little hope right?

✩ ‘pretend that we are more than friends’ ✩

“what’s happening today?” she asked, finding it hard to gulp down saliva with her heartbeats in her throat.

sunghoon awkwardly chuckled as he scratched the back of his nape. “i’m planning to ask her out today.”

another heart drop to the stomach.

✩ ‘i should stop’ ✩

‘of course.. i’m an idiot…,’ she thought to herself as she exhaled a heavy sigh.

“what? that’s not a good idea?” the boy asked, catching onto that exaggerated sigh.

“what? oh.. no, it’s a good idea! ask her out!” she beamed, displaying a wide smile. she felt like an idiot. her hopes went up for a second, just for it to be shot down like always.

✩ ‘heaven knows i’ve tried’ ✩

“thank you, y/n! you always help me with her, i can’t thank you enough!” sunghoon yelled, hugging and shaking her around.

y/n lightly laughed. “once is enough..,”

“what?”

“what..? nothing! hey, there’s jake and them, let’s go!” she dragged him towards their friend group and sighed in relief.

“you guys are finally here?” jake teased, displaying his full set of teeth as he laid his head on his girlfriend’s shoulders.

y/n nodded. “yeah, i just came on campus.”

“girl, it’s noon!” her friend, ji-woo yelled in disbelief.

“hey, my class is later, so i’m not late!”

“that’s true, at least she’s planning to go to class.” dae chimed in with a shrug in his shoulders.

“exactly! thank you,” the single friend defensively beamed back.

“that’s a first.” min-su uttered, causing cackled laughter to erupt out of the group.

a few topics of discussions immersed before sunghoon intervened with his own — “so i’m planning to ask wonyoung out.”

everyone immediately shifted their gaze to y/n, who had her head slightly drooped down. they knew she liked him. everyone knew, everyone but sunghoon.

but it wasn’t like they could just tell him for her. it wasn’t their place, and she’d honestly rather keep it a secret with how eager he was to be going out with another girl.

y/n softly shook her head ‘no’ towards her three closer friends who intentionally stared at her a little longer than the members. ‘no, don’t say anything, it’s fine’ — she spoke with that head shake.

ji-woo sighed out before uttering, “you’re really gonna go out with her?”

sunghoon’s head tilted to the side in confusion as he responded with a — “yes? is it that surprising?” he turned his attention to jake to get an idea of what his girlfriend meant, only for jake to just awkwardly smile.

“well, you’re just not the type to be that bold, you know?” dae urged, saving ji-woo’s ass.

“yeah, you’re usually more like the guy who just lets stuff happens unintentionally.” min-su said in an attempt to cover their question up.

“baby, i’m sure sunghoon’s just getting more confident with her.” heeseung replied to his girlfriend, intertwining his hands with hers.

y/n’s head slightly bolted before looking at the male who just spoke. they met eyes before he mouthed a ‘sorry’ towards her.

“hee’s right. she just makes me feel confident in being more out there. she’s so sweet, and talks confidently, and..,” sunghoon chattered on.

and it was then that she realized just how different wonyoung and her were.

wonyoung was extroverted, and y/n was introverted.

she was so outgoing and natural in everything she did, and y/n truly admired her for that. she couldn’t ever hate someone who was so unbelievably sweet like wonyoung.

but the two girls were different, and y/n could see just how much sunghoon and her wouldn’t work out. they were too similar, and he needed someone opposite from him.

her. it was her who was like that. wonyoung brought the best in him, and y/n was at least glad for that.

so as hoon kept yapping on about his plan, y/n disassociated with every thought that flooded her head. she couldn’t bare to hear the same words, so the best thing that she could do was just blur out whatever he was saying.

the group took notice and eventually stopped sunghoon.

“hey y/n, doesn’t your class start soon?” dae quickly intervened with an eyebrow raise.

“hm? oh, yeah.. soon.” she blatantly said, no sense of emotion shown.

ji-woo awkwardly laughed as she added, “girl you should start walking.” her chuckle was in an attempt to make light jokes of the situation, but y/n only nodded.

“okay,” she mumbled and got up from the table seat.

“oh, i’ll walk you.” jay uttered, taking the excuse and leaving as well.

sunghoon cocked his head. “what? but i was supposed to walk her. jay??”

“don’t worry, i’ll walk her! her class will be close to mine anyway!” the dark haired boy shouted before catching up to y/n.

“hey,” jay bumped his arm against hers. “you want to talk about it..?”

she sighed as she faced him. his face showed a sickly amount of worry and it only caused her to playfully push his head away.

“does it look like i want to talk about it?” y/n murmured, softly pouting.

jay chuckled. “no, but i’m here if you need me. i know it’s not easy, y/n, and sunghoon’s a little stupid for not seeing that you like him.”

she clicked her tongue as she rolled her eyes. “please, i haven’t shown that i’ve liked him at all. he’s not stupid, he’s just in love with someone else.” when her words actually processed, she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces.

the girl stopped her tracks and lowered her head, causing jay to look back at her with pity.

“y/n..,” he whispered, brows furrowing at her state.

“it’s pathetic, isn’t it?” she chuckled through her pain, tears already flowing down her cheeks. “being in love with someone who only sees me as a friend.”

“it’s not. maybe if you just tell him-“

“what, tell him and make our whole relationship awkward? no. he’s already adamant on going out with her anyway, there’s no point.”

y/n’s head lowered even more, hiding away her puffy, red eyes that were clear in daylight. she let out soft sobs before attempting to shut down her feelings.

✩ ‘promise i don’t mean to cry’ ✩

“sorry, this is gross. i’m not crying anymore, sorry jay-“

✩ ‘but i get overwhelmed and confused’ ✩

in swift seconds, jay pulled her into his embrace and softly squeezed her. “your feelings for sunghoon aren’t stupid. you may be for not telling him any sooner, but your feelings are never invalidated.” he muffled through the hug.

the girl cracked a smile at his words before slapping his arms. “thanks.. that was a little mean but, thanks jay.”

jay beamed a sweet and reassuring smile as he stroked her hair for a second. “what are friends for?” he said.

✩ ‘some day, someone will like me like i like you’ ✩

“are you still planning to go to class?”

“should i..? after i cried..?”

he cackled a laugh, shining a smile towards her before mumbling, “it’s up to you, but i honestly wouldn’t. you can always catch up too..,”

y/n turned her head to look at him. “are you suggesting that you skip with me?”

“who said i was skipping??” the tall male grinned ear to ear as he watched her exasperate a sigh out.

“you cant tell me to skip and not have you skip with me!”

“fine.. i’ll skip with you.” jay sighed in defeat. “but we have to get the others to skip too!”

“deal! i was already texting dae!”

the two laughed before making a weird U-turn from their pathway.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

eventually, their plan to skip only turned into a library study session. and with such short timing, only a few were willing to do it — dae, min-su, ji-woo, and niki.

the rest were either still in class, at home already, or in some cases, asking their crush out.

so when it was just the six in one big table, everything was chaotically quiet.

y/n sat next to her three closest friends while jay and niki silently bickered here and there.

“i cant believe jungwon didn’t come, he’s usually always down for these study sessions.” niki snorted.

“well wonie wasn’t feeling it today so he just went home.” dae butted in, eyes staying glued to his laptop.

jay huffed out a sigh. “this is a little boring.. i thought we were gonna do something more fun when we skipped, y/n.”

“well, we have to catch up for the work we missed.”

“remind me to never skip with you again..,”

the group quietly laughed together as jay continued — “seriously, y/n, what was the point if we were going to do something like study?”

“i just didn’t want to listen to my professor talk,” she scowled.

“let’s go eat somewhere, at least!” the male frowned, eyes rolling at how much she was concentrating.

“i wouldn’t mind eating..,” niki chimed in.

“let’s go!” yelled ji-woo, getting everyone hyped up to leave.

y/n immediately jumped up from her cushioned seat with a beam — “okay! i just have to go pee first.”

“do you want us to wait for you?”

“no it’s fine, jay needs to get the car anyway so just come around the block and i’ll be here.”

a few debates on staying with the girl was made before she ultimately convinced jay to just let them go first.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

once y/n was finally done, she brought herself to the front of the library. as she stepped out, she finally heard the heavy rain drops pour from outside.

the campus was flooded with wet puddles and muddy sidewalks. she exaggerated a sigh as she covered herself with a hoodie.

“should’ve just had someone wait with me,” she mumbled under her breath.

the girl glanced back and forth, from left to right to ensure nothing was in her way, but once she did so, she completely hated the sight she came across.

a few ways down from her once-peripheral vision, y/n saw sunghoon and wonyoung wrapped around each other in a hug.

she immediately found it hard to breathe with how tight her heart began to clench onto every single ache. tears ran through her cheeks as she watched from afar.

the only thing that further confirmed his stated plans from earlier were the dim lights on campus — exhibiting how well hoon was wrapping his arms around her, how well they fit each other like puzzle pieces.

she bit her lips as she tried to swallow back another crying sob, but she just couldn’t help it.

y/n was watching her closest friend fall in love with someone else this entire time, and she’s always been able to somewhat sustain it. but now? now, he would actually be with wonyoung, instead of the girl who’s been in love with him since high school.

✩ ‘if only you knew what i felt like’ ✩

her breath hitched as every memory of her and hoon being potentially more flashed away in an instant. she’d always thought that maybe on some level, she’d get with sunghoon because of how well it went for all three of her close friends to find their special someone from being friends first.

but that little fragment of hope she had left for something possible was now crushed to a pulp.

✩ ‘some day, one day’ ✩

it wasn’t like the movies where the two friends realize their love for each other, and y/n knew that now. because if it was anything like that, hoon wouldn’t have been so excited to tell her everything that he knew about wonyoung.

he would’ve just confessed his feelings, and baam, happy ending.

but yet again, it wasn’t like the movies.

so she harshly wiped her tears away and though no one was around, she couldn’t help but be thankful for the heavy raindrops that blended her tears in with it. a half smile plastered across her face in revelation to that while sighing.

‘happy for you..,’ y/n thought to herself as she pulled out her phone.

✩ ‘i will stop falling in love with you’ ✩

beads of water from the rain plopped on her phone in a quick pace while she texted a family member — ‘can you come pick me up?’

she bit her lips before leaving to her shared group chat with her beloved friends.

y/n <33:

hey.. i just remembered that i have an exam next week so i have to study for it

go ahead and eat without me tho!! my brother’s already on his way so don’t worry abt any of that! :)

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

You have an exam??

Why didn’t you tell us!

Just come out anyway 🥰

hee’s fav 🤍:

yeah one day won’t hurt!

jake’s girl 🫂:

jay’s taking forever but yeah, just come y/n!

y/n’s eyes glistened when she felt another wave of emotions hit her. they didn’t even know she was going through such a thing, and it hurt that she couldn’t tell them yet.

y/n <33:

no it’s okayy, another time!

a buzz to her phone was made before she found her brother pulling up. she ran to the car with a shaky breath, and soon, they drove away from the heartbreaking sight.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

when the girl got home, she immediately ran to her room and sobbed her eyes out. she broke down in a crying mess after holding it in in front of her brother.

tears streamed down her cheeks and snot filled her nose with every hiccup in her throat.

“i’m an idiot,” y/n grumbled in a scratchy whisper.

just then, her phone rang like crazy and she peeked over. her three friends were calling, most likely to call and talk like they do every night, but she couldn’t do it. not right now.

so she declined it, and a few other buzzed calls from them.

y/n ignored the flooding texts of concerns and playful frustrations before coming across a few from sunghoon.

hoonie 🤍:

You busy??

I have to tell you how it went, y/n

Text me back as soon as possible! I have such good news 🙂

her heart sank. of course he had good news, she was there to witness it. but she was a good friend after all.

✩ ‘until i do, i’ll be thinking of you’ ✩

y/n <33:

oh really?? what happened?

✩ ‘then of course i’ll let you break my heart again’ ✩

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pandoramyst · 5 months

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민규 - ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜɪᴍ

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

warning: slight smut but not really, some cursing, drinking, smoking, night club, toxic relationship

note: I would highly recommend listening to Right Here by Chase Atlantic while reading this as this is what I was listening to while writing this! Huge thanks to roomsofangel for inspiring me to write this. Go look at her mingi fic "right here"!! <3

"can you please wait up?" you lean on the rocky wall and balance yourself on one leg while you try to push your foot back into your pointy stiletto. Your friend stood in front of you puffing on a cigarette, wishing you had taken her advice about not wearing such high heels.

"did I not tell you?" she places her elbow on her hip, lazily holding the cigarette in between her fingers. "Uh, shut up Min. Please tell me you have a band-aid?" you rub the bottom of your foot to try and relieve it from the pain while Min is rummaging through her bag.

"Don't got any, babe," she frowns and steps next to me, hooking her arm around me to hold me stable. Your foot finally slips into the heel and you huff in relief. You place your feet on the ground and straighten your posture. Min pats your flyaways down and fixes the smudge from your red lipstick. She flashes her white teeth to you and winks.

"Come on!" she strengthens the hold on your arm and drags you to the entrance of the nightclub. Plastered above the glass door is a sign, ARCANE, flashing brightly in red. Two well-suited men stand in front of the tall glass doors, waiting to check your ID's. Having confirmed your IDs, they open the doors for you and you walk into the main floor.

You walk towards the bar and beckon the bartender towards you. He walks over and puts both of his hands on the bar, leaning towards you to hear you properly. "Two margaritas, please" you tell him with a smile and he walks over to make your drinks.

"shit," Min whispers as she leans back into the counter. You have your back turned to the crowd of dancing bodies so you turn your head around to look at what she's seeing. You turn back around, uninterested in the guy she's drooling over. "look at those muscles.." she says, biting her lip.

"you're disgusting," you give her a stank face and she returns it. The bartender returns with your drinks. "Thank you," you say and take a sip. "ugh you're so pessimistic, you need some dick," she says plainly while gobbling down her drink. You almost choke on your drink at that and push her away from you. "you wanna kill me?" you yell at her.

she puts her drink down, "whatever, I'm going up to him". She pushes her breasts up and puckers her lips. "your boobs look fine, just go" you tell her and she kisses your cheek before walking over to him.

you push your first drink down your throat and rest your elbow on the bar. you enjoy quietude most of the time but you let a night out be a welcome exception. after all, Min is right. Not about the dick part, but it's nice to look at good-looking people once in a while. As shallow as it is, it's refreshing.

But you can't enjoy it when he's always in the back of your mind.

After your recent breakup with Mingyu, the thought of him has not left you. The breakup itself was not toxic, but the on-and-off relationship afterward was. You kept going back to each other. And he wasn't helping either. He called you, texted you, and even emailed once in a while when you wouldn't pick up.

Feb 9, 21:39: "Wherever you go, no matter what you try to do and how far you try to get away from me, I'm all you think about, y/n"

You thought the constant nagging annoyed you until it suddenly stopped. You checked your phone even when it didn't ding. Sorted through your work emails and the newsletters from websites you didn't even subscribe to. It was pathetic, to say the least. You even considered texting him during that time despite Min's desperate pleas. Giving in was so much easier than staying away.

He really is all you think about.

By the time you finish rethinking every thought you had about that man, you are through your fourth drink and onto the fifth when the lights start to dim in the club. The music changes seamlessly, thanks to the DJ, to "All Mine" by Plaza. You think about tipping the guy for such a good choice of a song. And you would have if it weren't for the fact that you had to push through a whole mob of drunk people.

You settle for sitting back down and downing more alcohol instead. You rest your cheek on your palm and look around the bar, curiously. The ones sat down were mostly men alone or with women on their lap, apart from the exception of one guy whose face you couldn't make out. His right arm was resting on the bar and the other one was holding his drink up. You could only see his side profile as he was currently talking to a tall, blonde that was rubbing her manicured hand up and down his bicep.

Who can blame her? He is ripped. He has a black shirt on that fits him almost too tightly, resting perfectly on the curves of his muscles. Your eyes followed his arm all the way down to his hand, where a gold watch was wrapped around his wrist. Not too thick or too cheap, perfect size and quality. You bet he smelled good the way the girl was leaning closer to him to get another whiff of his cologne. He had a polite smile on his face but seemed rather uninterested.

The girl eventually noticed and said bye to him, walking towards another tall man at the entrance of the club who piqued her interest.

Your eyes fell back on the man who seemed completely unbothered by her.

When he turned around, the dim light from the bar shined on his face and you could now clearly make out his features. Black, rather silky, hair and the most familiar pair of black eyes. His lips were perfectly plumb and you paid the most attention to how sharp his jawline was. How when he put the drink up to his lips and swallowed the liquid, you could see how defined his Adam's apple was. When he set the drink back down, his eyes came up to yours and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Mingyu.

You can really spot him anywhere. You watched as his face relaxed once again as he kept his eyes on yours. Normally, you would look away in embarrassment but with Mingyu you can't.

you missed it. you missed looking into his eyes whenever you wanted to. you missed his eyes on yours, burning through you even when you're not looking. he was the only one you wanted to look at you.

He rubbed his jaw with his index and middle finger as his eyes traveled down to your prominent breasts. You were dressed quite modestly for a club and although your breasts were not relatively big, the dress you wore did wonders for you. Thanks to how tight it was, it made your breasts look fuller and perkier.

When his eyes came back up to yours, your view of him was blocked by a flimsy Min who had returned from whatever she was doing, with a new guy on her arm. "Hey best friend in the world!!!" she threw her arms around your neck, supporting all of her weight on you. She was clearly drunk...

"can you please please please get an Uber home?" she winked and pointed at the guy behind her who was clearly checking her out. "um, are you sure that's safe..." you were worried she was too drunk to make a somewhat rational decision.

she widened her eyes and said, "Yes! Yes! I promise, now can I leave please?" you sighed and shooed her away. "You're the best! I love you!!!!" She screamed as she dragged the random guy out of the club. You bit the inside of your cheek and your eyes landed back on Mingyu's for a split second before you turned back to face the bar.

Min always did this. It's why you were so reluctant to come out tonight. She always finds some guy to go home with and leaves you on your own. She doesn't even have the decency to leave you the car you came here with. Whatever. You suddenly had a bigger problem to deal with as you felt a hand push your hair to the side. You looked over to where Mingyu was sitting and he was gone which confirmed your suspicion that it was him touching your hair.

"left you again?" he pulls the stool next to you closer to you so that when he takes a seat your knees are almost touching his crotch. He lays his arm flat in front of you on the bar and with his other hand, continues to run his fingers through your blown-out hair. "mmm," you hum and close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

When Mingyu and you were together, you would always tell him about Min's reckless behavior and carelessness. How it annoyed you that she couldn't care about anybody else more than she cared about herself. It didn't bother you, it's just how she was. But at times it made you feel like shit, and Mingyu would always be there to hear you out.

Suddenly, you could feel the alcohol working on you.

"Why are you here, Mingyu?" you were slightly slurring your words. He smirks and rests his hand on your leg. "could ask you the same thing, baby" he says. His voice had either become noticeably deeper or your memory was failing you.

"you can't call me that anymore," your lips rest to a slight pout as you let your head fall, your chin almost touching your chest.

He chuckles and starts caressing your thigh, "why not?"

"you know, why." you look back up at him and his demeanor has changed. He was looking at you again with those same furrowed eyebrows he gave you before.

But as he bites his lip, all you can think about is how much plumper his lips have gotten. How softer they probably feel. God, you wish you could kiss him.

"How would I know when you haven't answered any of my texts?" He counters, his voice getting a little bit louder now, which due to how loud the area was, you were grateful for.

"We are not together anymore, Mingyu. Get it through your head," you tell him. But he did not want to hear that and truthfully that wasn't what you wanted to say either...

"I don't care y/n, this is never gonna change," he points at you and then back at him, "I can see it in your eyes, why won't you let it happen?"

"cause it's not right, we've moved on" you look away from his dark eyes and gulp down your drink, letting it burn your throat.

He tsks and takes his hand off your thigh, placing it on his. You could tell he was getting upset.

"moved on? you've moved on?" he bent his back so that he could get a clear look at your face. You look him in the eye and swallow harshly as you can see him biting the inside of his cheek.

"yes," you lie. and he can see right through it.

He scoffs and looks around the bar in disbelief, "You're such a fucking liar, you know that baby?"

"I'm not lying," you say before you bite your lip.

"I know when you lie to me, y/n. I know you missed me," he can see through your bullshit. He leans closer to you, letting you get a whiff of his cologne. He always smelled good...

He whispers in my ear, "Why didn't you answer my calls, baby?" he says before pressing a soft kiss under your ear. He's so close you can smell his shampoo. Old Spice. He hasn't changed much.

You softly rest your hands on his shoulders as he leaves more kisses on the back of your neck, "you're smoking again?" you ask. His cologne is strong but the cigarette stench on his clothes is stronger.

He stops kissing your neck and looks up at you through his thick lashes. His lips stretch to a wide smile and his eyes become droopy as if he's high.

"what was I supposed to do without you?" he looks down at your lips and licks his own. You don't hesitate to do the same. He looks amazing. He looks even manlier than the last time you saw him.

You wonder if he let anybody else see him like you did...You felt jealous at the thought of somebody else looking at him naked with all this new muscle on him.

Still looking at him, you let your hands run down his biceps, occasionally softly squeezing the muscle. Ugh, he's big.

"Min says you're bad for me..." you say softly as you continue to caress his biceps.

"Min wasn't always here for you, I was," he says coldly pointing at himself. His brows furrow once again at the mention of Min. You run your hands through his hair to calm him, a habit you still seem to have when it comes to him. He wasn't lying.

He lifts himself up so that he can get closer to your lips.

"No one can take care of you like I can, baby" he whispers on your lips.

You whine, "Mingyu..." You can't help but let him pull you closer. You missed him touching you. The last time you saw him was 9 months ago and he's still familiar with your body.

He presses his hand on your back, making you instinctively arch it. You feel his hand rub up and down your back, landing just above your butt. Your lips are now so close to each other that you can smell the mixed scent of his gum and cigarette on his breath.

"I don't like it when you smoke," you suddenly push him away by the shoulders and reach behind you to grab your purse. He leans back on the chair, legs open, smirking. You pull out a bill from your purse and leave it on the counter for the bartender.

"We leaving?" he rests his hand on the counter and looks at me through his lashes like a lost puppy. You just stare at him frigidly before walking out of the nightclub. At this point, you want to go somewhere to hide. Hide your face so nobody could see the effect he had on you.

He would always make you feel like this. Whenever he would call or text, he would confuse you, and send you into a frenzy that would end in you calling Min to cry about your feelings. Now it was different that you actually saw him because he was right.

No matter what you or anybody tried to tell you to make you forget about him, he was right. He was always there when nobody was. No matter what he was doing, he would drop it if it meant being with you. He is the only one that hasn't walked out on you, and clearly never will.

You frantically look for a tissue to wipe the tears on your face as you speed walk to the parking lot of the nightclub. You rummage through your bag when you suddenly hear footsteps running up to you. You walk in between cars trying to find his, wondering if he maybe got a new one. Going to his car was just instinctual at this point.

"Hey stop," you can hear him yelling repeatedly behind you. Where was this damn tissue? The world was spinning. Whether it was because you were drunk or because of Mingyu you didn't know, but you suddenly felt nauseous.

"God, where is this tissue! And where is your fucking car?" You yell at him and you finally spot his black BMW. Your steps get faster and suddenly you can't hear Mingyu's anymore. But you know he's right behind you when the car opens.

You open the passenger door and hop in, slumping down into the seat. You rest your head on the dashboard and let your tears fall on the leather. He opens the car door and leans down to check on you.

You can hear his audible sigh as he steps into the driver's seat. He turns on the ignition and then turns around to put your seatbelt on for you. When he clicks it into place, he leans back in his seat and drives off.

Midnight

"Why did we break up, Mingyu?" you ask him plainly. You rest your forehead on your palm, patiently waiting for a response.

"Long distance. You said you couldn't do it, you gave up" he cleared his throat and stopped the car in front of the red light, turning to look at you. You frowned at him and he responded by placing his large hand on your inner thigh.

"You know, I always knew I could do it for you but I just felt like - it would be impossible to be away from you," the alcohol starts to kick in when you begin to slur your words.

"yeah? 'nd how it feel now?" he says in a tense tone as the light turns green and he begins to drive off again, hand off your thigh.

"Worse," you say softly and he responds by scoffing.

"Well, what did you want me to do? Everybody was saying it would be for the best." You start to get more tense.

"Fuck everybody else," He spouts. "I was the one with you, why do you care what everybody else said?"

"Cause I was confused," you yell back at him in frustration. He chuckles sarcastically as he pulls up to his place. He parks the car and turns off the ignition. You are taking too long with your seatbelt, clearly still shaken up, so he opens your door and does it for you. Once he's done, he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. Ass completely exposed to him, he makes an effort to not touch you as he opens his front door with the same key he's had for years and somehow never changed.

Without having closed the front door, he walks you over to the couch putting you down aggressively.

"Asshole," you rub your head as you start to feel dizzy and he walks over to lock the door.

"What are you doing?" you ask him.

"I'm gonna fuck the confusion out of you,"

#mingyu #seventeen #kpop icons #kpop #kpop mingyu #smut #kpop smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x oc

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earthbaby-angelboy · 9 days

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pinky promises | little!reader x 70s!cg!elvis (wc: 1,435) - A/N: I know, it's been forever, but I didn't want to leave you guys high and dry. so, enjoy a sweet fic about E and his baby who absolutely does not want to sleep. btw this is defo not proofread so sorry in advance! <3

It was 11:30 at night, and you knew damn well that you should've been sleeping some odd couple of hours ago. But lo and behold, your insomnia just wouldn't let you. The bigger problem wasn't necessarily that you couldn't sleep, it was that you had gotten into the habit of refusing to let yourself sleep.

Tonight was one of the nights where your brain just wouldn't stop going. All the lights in your room were on, there was a record spinning, and you were doodling random things on a spare piece of paper. You couldn't stop thinking of all the things going on in your personal life, with the main thought being that you weren't doing enough for the people around you. You were well aware that not sleeping wouldn't help the crappy emotions bubbling up, but at the same time, you felt like you didn't deserve to rest. As you laid on your bed and doodled mindless shapes, you couldn't help but wonder: "why does he keep me around?"

You'd lived with Elvis for a long while now, and it was a far cry from the life you came from. You grew up doing everything and then some. And now, you had people doing it all for you; there was always the maids running around the house, completing the housework and tasks that needed to be done. There was Mary, who was always cooking whatever you or E would request. And of course, there was the Mafia, who were always scrambling to complete whatever task their boss had requested of them. This left you with lots of free time. Most of it was spent with Elvis, galavanting on whatever adventure he had thought up, but quite a bit of it was spent in your own head. You felt guilty, like you were mooching off of the man you loved so dearly. Between those thoughts and the busyness of your life, you had pushed your regression to the back-burner of your brain; you already felt guilty that Elvis had to support yet another person in his life, nevermind a little with lots of emotionally demanding needs. No, you couldn't do that to him, but a small part of you knew it was (almost) inhumane to be doing this to yourself.

Your regression was something incredibly dear to you, and your boyfriend understood this fact very well. The last time you had genuinely regressed was months ago, and you denying yourself your biggest coping skill was killing you internally. Elvis had tried mentioning the subject once or twice, but was quickly shut down by you. You couldn't bear talking about it, knowing that it wouldn't get you any closer to being comforted. Tonight was one of those nights where your brain was screaming, pleading for you to help yourself and just give in. If not to regressing, then to sleep. But no, you were stubborn, you needed to stay awake.

Deciding that you were bored of doodling, you hopped off your bed. You stood up for a minute and swayed where you were standing, confident that you were okay to walk. Your vision began to blur and you could see stars, but you were determined to keep yourself up. Just as you went to take a step, your legs gave out from beneath you. You yelped the second your body hit the floor, more from shock than from pain. As soon as Elvis heard the thump from downstairs, he ran as quickly as he could from the table where all the guys were gathered, up to your bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, he had to take a pause and catch his breath. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he shook the discomfort away and kept on going towards your room. Swinging the door open, his eyes darted around the room before landing on you, sprawled out on the floor, panting. As you locked eyes with him, he spoke, "nungen, what're you doin' on the floor?"

You looked around, as if trying to figure out where you were. "I…I don't really know. One minute I was fine, but just as I went to get up, my vision went all fuzzy. Now I'm here." You gestured around you with a dry laugh.

Elvis looked around your room; seeing the record spinning and realizing that your lights were on, he asked the obvious.

"You keepin' yourself up again?" Your eyes dropped to the floor, and a small sense of shame filled you as he caught you in the act.

"Elvis, I've told you. It's never enough."

He knew you'd been struggling recently, both with your sleeping patterns and your mental health. You had become increasingly more agitated with him, refusing to let anyone help you with even the most mundane tasks. You had pushed him away, both physically and emotionally. He had an inkling why, and although it hurt, he wasn't going to steer you into even more discomfort.

Disagreeing with your sentiment, he shook his head as he moved to help you stand. Putting his hands beneath your arms and lifting you up, you got a pang of comfort in your chest. For just a moment, you felt like his baby, the little girl you would always be to him. But as if it was planned, the feeling dissipated and was replaced with that same shame you had felt just moments ago. Once you got your footing, you craned your head up to look at your caregiver.

His hair was tousled, his eyes were soft, and his features held something that could only be described as an air of concern. As your eyes scanned his face, you hoped for something that would break the silence hanging heavy in the air. Elvis, who could read you like a book, pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. And softly, as if not to spook you, asked, "what's goin' on inside that yittle head of yours?"

And that was all it took for the floodgates of your brain to break as you fully regressed within a matter of seconds. Your eyes watered, and before you had the chance to respond to his question, your daddy was pulling you into his arms.

"Daddy," you cried into his chest. "Been needin' daddy, but couldn' ask," you sobbed.

With how you were feeling, this was about all that you could manage to say. But to Elvis, that was all it took for him to make sense of it. You had needed to regress, but didn't want to "burden" him, simple as that. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, and placed his chin on top of your head.

So this is what was getting you so worked up.

"Oh, my sweet girl," he whispered. He couldn't help but tear up as the realization hit him: you thought of yourself as a burden upon him. How could you, the little ray of sunshine that broke through all of the crass darkness in his life, be a burden? "My beautiful baby, how could lil' old you ever be a burden on daddy? You know that ain't true." His voice cracked slightly on the last sentence, making you cry harder.

As much as you believed Elvis' words, you couldn't help but feel a haunting sense of overwhelm; at the love you were receiving or the sudden release of emotions, you couldn't decipher, but it was an amalgamation of feelings that had been longing to escape your little heart.

"C'mon," he spoke, "look at me." He gently pulled away from the hug, and put his hand beneath your chin so as to direct your attention towards him. Seeing the look on your face broke his heart.

"Honey, you don't need to worry about doin' nothin' in this house. You're just a dolly, and dollies don't need to be worryin' about doin' chores or nothin' of the sort. You bein' your cute itty-bitty lil' self is all I need. Can you do that?" He finished off with a small smile. You sniffled, and nodded aimlessly as you went right back in for another hug.

"M' sorry daddy. Buntyn's feelin' real pitiful tonight," you mumbled into his chest. He stroked your hair as he adjusted his arms around you. "I know, yittle. C'mon. We're gon' have Mary fix you some angel milk, and then we'll get all cozy. How's that sound?" You peered up at him. "Satnin gon' cuddle wit' me?" You asked innocently. He gave a small laugh, and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Satnin will always cuddle wit' his baby. I pinky promise."

#elvis presley #elvis agere #cg elvis #caregiver elvis #sweet beans I luv him #gosh one hug from e could heal my soul #missing satnin hours :(#(starting that as a new tag btw)#anyways I'm gonna try to write more #love you all!#70s elvis #70s!cg!elvis

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sanccharine · 7 months

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return to you | sy (2)

superhero au, doctor au

pairing: superhero!siyeon x doctor!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.1k

warnings: descriptions of injuries, blood, violence

summary: siyeon is dead set on saving you, even if it means shirking her responsibilities. you weren’t going to let her.

a/n: part 2 of the sequel to stay is finally here for this request ! it is here early (well earlier than expected) bc im procrastinating studying :D

part 1 | part 3

To say Siyeon was angry would be an understatement.

Siyeon was irritated. Siyeon was frustrated. Siyeon was furious. Absolutely and maddeningly livid.

And most of all, Siyeon didn’t want to be here.

Here couldn’t be any further away from where she wanted to be.

Here was not next to you.

Uncaring about the consequences, Siyeon did what she knew best.

With immense speed and deadly accuracy, she slammed into the figure shrouded in white.

Ghost.

The villain was flung back, their spine first to hit the concrete wall on this desolate rooftop. From the impact, cracks spiderwebbed up the wall as Ghost groaned. Blood spurted from her mouth and dripped down her neck. Vibrant crimson against the stark white suit. With a morbid desire, Siyeon hoped her ribs and spine would crack like the wall.

Siyeon glanced behind her, just in time to catch a ripple of gold.

Chronos.

Siyeon seethed. With every passing second, this night worsened.

Siyeon paced forward, mindful of any sudden movements. Although, Ghost seemed incapacitated. She was muttering something to herself, the lunatic that she is. “Leave me, you always leave me…”

Siyeon doesn’t fall for the same trick twice.

The superhero struck the villain with a classic roundhouse kick to the jaw, almost clinical in execution. With a clear snap, Ghost crumpled to the floor, her dagger aimed at Siyeon clattered to the ground.

What now?

Siyeon stared at the body. This was a waste of time.

She hissed when a blinding light landed on her followed by a metallic clunk. Smoke erupted all around her and she cursed. Within a matter of seconds, Ghost was picked up and Siyeon was left coughing.

A quick and planned clean-up. Something wasn’t adding up here, this whole night actually.

Another helicopter arrived only minutes later, this one was here to collect her. Siyeon should have escaped when she had the chance, she had entertained it. Unfortunately, she had some choice words to say to a certain team manager.

Scowling, Siyeon took the rope ladder and prepared herself to face Min Yoongi.

Ridiculous. That's what this briefing was.

A complete waste of time. Siyeon didn’t want to be here.

On a ginormous flat-screen, played how Ghost was supposedly ambushed. Though Siyeon saw nothing of it. Chronos was led astray, Ghost knowingly led them away, and in return, so was Siyeon.

Distractions, all of it. And not a single person in this room has figured out what for.

The moment they teleported onto a lone rooftop, Chronos should have known something was wrong. But they didn’t.

Instead, they floundered and flailed, and fell to the whims of Ghost. It was pathetic.

They were pathetic.

Perhaps, they knew that already because Siyeon counted every lost chance, every misstep that led to the bloody slit down their cheek. It was almost as if they wanted to die at the hands of Ghost. And maybe they did, who knows, certainly not Siyeon. Besides, if that was the case, that’s one less person Siyeon has to kill.

Min Yoongi paused the moment before Chronos teleported and ran his hand down his face.

An unbearable silence hung over the briefing room.

Dark as the night was, and grainy as the clarity was, Siyeon knows desperation when she sees it. And Chronos was desperate.

“Do you guys have cameras everywhere?”

The question was accusatory. A biting jab at Min Yoongi and his so-called organisation. It was tense and mirthless, yet Siyeon couldn’t help but snigger into her hand. With a roll of her eyes, she glanced to her left, and there Chronos was, unmasked and still bleeding. It brought a grim satisfaction to Siyeon.

“There’s clearly something going on here,” the kid fixing his gauntlets spoke up. Siyeon hadn’t really paid attention to him; dark hair, sharp eyes, and an automatic smile. Must be smart if he was tinkering with nanotech, but he mustn't be very experienced with actual missions, he seemed so young. “You never tell us anything, what even is your real name, Agent 515?”

Scratch that, this must be the kid’s first-ever field mission.

This has to be some sort of cruel joke.

“Classified,” Chronos deadpanned.

Siyeon sent a scathing glare at Yoongi, who could only rub his palm across his face again, reddening with every second.

Siyeon didn’t want to be here. Shouldn’t be here.

Where she should be is by your side, making sure you’ve safely reached home. Making sure your arm is stitched up and bandaged. Making sure you’re resting instead of chasing whatever your irritating sense of morality has gotten you tangled up in. Though she ordered you to do so, Siyeon doubted you returned home after heading to the hospital. You didn’t answer when she left. No, Siyeon shouldn’t be here.

If Min Yoongi’s little preschool band is here, lounging and discussing team-bonding activities, that means the blasts must no longer be a threat. Siyeon didn’t know how they could be so forgiving. They lost a major criminal and had unanswered attacks, which were probably a distraction for something they had yet to figure out.

“—Cygnus Act?”

At the mention of that title, Siyeon’s attention snapped back to the briefing.

“Classified!” Both Yoongi and Chronos yelled at the same time.

Another silence filled the briefing room.

Siyeon didn’t know anything about this kid, but he was definitely smart. And that he’s been poking his head where it doesn’t belong. Siyeon sent another glare at Yoongi, who was struggling to control his own frustration.

Enough time has been wasted.

“I answered a distress call,” Siyeon said and all eyes turned to her, as if they were only now recognizing her presence. “That means I put away bad guys.”

Siyeon toyed with the watch on her wrist, no longer hijacked. Instead, it just showed that it had been two hours since Siyeon left you in that alley, injured and alone. It was so impractical yet surprisingly durable. But mostly for the sake of promises, Siyeon kept the watch on her. What an enormous mistake that had been.

“And one of them,” Scowling, Siyeon addressed this pathetic team. Her gaze slowly spans across each face before landing on Chronos. “... isn’t put away. Isn’t that right, Yoongi?”

Chronos straightened under her stare, but they didn’t back down. There's not much you could emote apart from pain when a medic is stitching up your face, and yet they wore a mask of nonchalance. Not a single emotion bled out, unlike when they were on the roof. Siyeon would even argue they were challenging her. The audacity.

Yoongi called to her, somewhere in the back but Siyeon wasn’t listening. “Ghost was declared no longer a priority, almost two years ago. This is what I was informed.”

For the first time tonight, Siyeon noticed the young girl seated behind Chronos. It was only because her nails clinked against her gold-rimmed glasses when she pushed them up her nose. Her stare was blank, calculated. She didn’t look much younger than the boy. She was typing away on her laptop, and Siyeon surmised that she was also quite smart. Had to be if she was sitting in this room. And definitely, if that familiar lanyard to her right meant anything at all.

“Because they were dealt with, alongside—” Siyeon paused, then smiled at Chronos. A scoff escaped her when she recognized the slightest hint of terror in their eyes. “Thanks to the help of… Agent 515.”

Chronos let out a small sigh of relief, as did Yoongi. When they looked away, Siyeon turned back to Yoongi.

“Was I misinformed?” Siyeon folded her arms as Yoongi gulped. To anyone else, this may seem like a genuine question. To Yoongi, this was a thinly veiled threat.

“Perhaps, there was a misunderstanding,” sugar-coated words, from a liar. Siyeon should’ve expected nothing less. “I believe—”

Siyeon was done here.

Abruptly, she stood up to walk out, already attempting to take off the watch.

But then Siyeon paused, right behind Chronos’ chair. The medic froze before bumping back into the table, a bloody antibacterial wipe in her hand. For a moment, there was silence, only interrupted by Siyeon’s deep breaths, a pitiful attempt to calm herself down,

“Listen to me, and listen carefully,” Siyeon said, gripping the top of the chair, leaning it back so she was looking directly down at Chronos. “I don't know what you’ve promised to them, or what they’ve promised you,” the idea of promises was laughable at this point. “Frankly, I don’t care—”

“If I may—”

“No, you may not, kid. This doesn’t concern you,” Siyeon was quick to cut off the boy, slamming her hand on the table making it rattle in its place. “The people here may have forgotten, or they’re choosing to ignore it.”

Siyeon took a moment to take in every person in the room again, properly this time; the girl with the laptop, the boy with his gauntlets, the shaking medic with her needle, and Min Yoongi with his bright red face. Siyeon scoffed again before returning her attention to Chronos.

“But I know what you are, who you are, and I remember what you’ve done. And you know how I work,” Siyeon said, her voice so low now it was barely audible. “So one wrong move and I will kill you myself.”

Chronos only stared back, there was that stubbornness again. It ticked Siyeon off immensely.

“That’s a promise I intend to keep,” Siyeon looked back to Yoongi, before letting go of Chronos’ seat, and they jerked forward. They caught themself on the table before they could headbutt the medic in the stomach.

With that, Siyeon swiftly exited the briefing room. Unfortunately for her, Yoongi was hot on her heels.

“Siy—Will you slow down?”

“You lied to me, Yoongi,” Siyeon waved the watch above her head. Her legs taking her through the winding corridors of the campus, muscle memory at this point. She hated it. “You lied to all of us.”

“What were we supposed to do?”

“Not lie!” Siyeon stopped in her tracks and swivelled around. Yoongi was quick to stop himself from crashing into her.

“Siyeon, please—”

Hearing Yoongi beg was strange, but that didn’t deter Siyeon.

“I was told—we were told!—that our mission was complete. Three captured, two dead, one escaped. Is that what you said? Exact words? Is that right?” Yoongi nodded at the ground. “Ghost is a fitting name, isn’t it? Because she's back from the dead it seems! And if she's alive, Black Swan could be too. We never recovered her body, did we, Yoongi?”

He had nothing to say.

“Captured means locked up, incapacitated, or better yet, executed. So why is Chronos—I’m sorry, I mean Agent 515—running the missions with rookies?”

“They were our informant—”

“Right, of course they were, and look what good that did?” Siyeon stepped closer, forcing Yoongi to look at her. “Did we actually capture anyone? Or did you just cover up everything the second you failed?”

“Siyeon,” Yoongi’s voice was threatening, not that it affected her.

“It had to be a cover for your screw up, right?” Siyeon pressed forward. “I mean you lied and broke the team apart?”

“You wanted to quit,” Yoongi said, his voice barely a whisper but still accusatory. The gall to act as if the consequences aren’t the direct results of his actions—his choices!

“I never wanted to join! And yet,” Siyeon brought up the watch again, shoving it in her previous manager’s face. “I’m still here!”

Siyeon is standing again in front of Min Yoongi, two years later.

Two years later, she’s still here.

She’s still here when no one else is.

Out of all of them, why did it have to be her?

“I trusted you, Yoongi, with my life. We all did,” Siyeon confessed. Overwhelmed with emotion, she didn’t catch Yoongi muttering 'I know’. “Some parting gift this was.”

Siyeon crushed the watch in her hand and let the pieces fall to the ground.

“The lab, the explosions, the rooftop, Ghost,” Siyeon looked at the shards of black glass, the last of their camaraderie crushed. “They were distractions, there was a clean-up crew. We’re still—you’re still missing something. Figure it out on your own.”

Yoongi had the dignity to not beg again when she turned away. He didn’t look away from the remaining pieces of his gift at his feet.

“Keep your promise this time,” Siyeon said. “Don’t call me again, Yoongi.”

The first thing Siyeon did was return to you.

It was easier said than done.

For some unfathomable reason, you weren’t home. A single jump through your window and Siyeon was met with silence. She specifically remembered ordering you to get home as soon as possible, so why weren’t you here?

Sighing, Siyeon grabbed her grey hoodie from your workchair and jumped back out the window. If you weren’t home, there was only one other place to check, and somewhere deep down, she already knew this would happen.

Siyeon patted her side pocket, feeling the outline of the access key she stole, a ridiculously tedious plan already forming in her mind.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: uh fun fact, this part was not supposed to be here, or wasn't originally planned, but then i shoved it in bc my brain said so. also really went ham with the italics on this one, damn. but yeah, same news as last time, i’ll post the next part (the final part ?) when i can. hope everyone has a good day/night !

tagging:@someone-who-likes-broccoli

#mala's collection #sanccharine #siyeon x reader #dreamcatcher x reader #siyeon imagines #dreamcatcher imagines #superhero au #doctor au #return to you

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whatgaviiformes · 2 years

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Tracy Seaside: the Playlist

*waves* Author here! There are only a few more chapters left, but even where we are now, Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm (TSOF) was a hell of a ride - probably as much for me as it was for you, I promise. What started as a cute Stardew Valley ficlet expanded into a whole story concept, then once I started thinking about why Gordon would be on a farm alone, it all went downhill from there. It has its moments of angst and despair, but there’s hope too. Hope and love and rebuilding, and heart. And I hope you’re enjoying journey even though I know it hurt to get there. I’ll admit I am loathe to leave the farm; I feel like there may be some more stories there yet.

As with all things, I pull inspiration from everywhere, and music most especially helps me evoke the layered emotions on the page. Unlike some of my other stories, TSOF’s soundtrack was inspired by lyrics - songs about heartbreak, about loss, about reinventing. I’ve collected them here for you, and rather than telling you why I picked them, I’ll let the songs speak for themselves.

Just like in the story, there is a movement as this one progress, but human emotions are complex, and not so linear, with ups and downs.

Genre will lean toward Indie or Singer/Songwriter for this one. Expect some banjo :D Song Count - 20 Length - 1 hr 15 min

Full Spotify Playlist Here Other story playlists: Here I’ve added the individual youtube links below for you as well.

1. “I Don’t Like Myself” - Imagine Dragons | YT I'll walk through fire for this / I will be the one to turn this car around / 'Cause it's headed for disaster / No happily ever after / And I've got so much more to live for / Than what you think of me

2. “Wildflowers” - Tom Petty | YT You belong among the wildflowers / You belong in a boat out at sea/ Sail away, kill off the hours / You belong somewhere you feel free

3. “I Lost a Friend” - FINNEAS | YT I know I'll be alright / But I'm not tonight / I'll be lying awake / Countin' all the mistakes I've made / Replayin' fights / I know I'll be alright / But I'm not tonight / I'm on the mend, but I lost a friend

4. “Keep” - Mother Mother | YT I'll keep breaking / I'll keep breaking my heart / Until it opens again / Yeah, I'll keep falling / I'll keep falling apart / Until I'm whole again [Note - these are almost directly quoted by Gordon within the story]

5. “Rivers and Roads” - The Head and the Heart | YT Been talkin' 'bout the way things change / And my family lives in a different state If you don't know what to make of this / Then we will not relate

6. “Hello My Old Heart” - The Oh Hellos | YT Hello, my old heart / How have you been? / How is it being locked away? Don't you worry, in there you're safe / And it's true, you'll never beat / But you'll never break 7. “Beautiful Dawn” - The Wailin’ Jennys YT Teach me how to see when I close my eyes / Teach me to forgive and to apologize / Show me how to love in the darkest dark / There's only one way to mend a broken heart

8. “It’s Alright” - Mother Mother | YT It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay / You're not a monster, just a human And you made a few mistakes / It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay /You're not gruesome, just human / And you made a few mistakes

9. “The World Spins Madly On” - The Weepies | YT I thought of you and where you'd gone / And let the world spin madly on

10. “sail away” - lovelytheband | YT sail away / Sometimes I really wanna sail away / Leave all those things I did in yesterday / Is there a place I can stay? /Sometimes I really wanna sail away

11. “Out Loud” - Dispatch | YT And if we were walkin’ down a dead-end street / Would you be the one to let our eyes meet? / Or would you just keep on walking down to the turnaround? / 'Cause you know I'd be proud / If you'd call my name out loud

12. “Hopeless Wanderer” - Mumford & Sons | YT And I will remember the words that you said / Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart / But I am sure we could see a new start / So when your hopes on fire / But you know your desire / Don't hold a glass over the flame / Don't let your heart grow cold / I will call you by name / I will share your road

13. “Lost in my Mind” - The Head and the Heart | YT Is that bridge gettin' built? / Are your hands gettin' filled? / Won't you tell me, my brother? / 'Cause there are stars up above / We can start moving forward

14.“Hold Onto Your Soul” - We Banjo 3 | YT Hold up your head and find your way home / And know you can make it, you're never alone / Follow the light that guides you from here / Leave with your heart, banish the fear / Hold up your head, they're on the right road

15. “Happiness” - We Banjo 3 | YT it rains and rains and rains and / Rains and rains and rains for days./ You wake up one bright morning all the rain has gone away, / Sun is on the horizon. / Happiness is just around the corner

19. “The Tide” - The Lonely Heartstring Band | YT Though many years have passed, I've not forgotten why you pushed away But as sure as night will turn to day / So my love will be / keeping me running homeward / drifting upward/Will you meet me with the tide

16. “Grow as We Go” - Ben Platt | YT You won't be the only one / I am unfinished, I've got so much left to learn /I don't know how this river runs / But I'd like the company through every twist and turn / Ooh, who said it's true / That the growing only happens on your own? 17. “OK” - Canyon City | YT Hey, I'm not okay, but I'm better than I was / Say, it's been some day laying out here when the sun / Stays long 'til it's late and the colors we become / Hang, lingering and fade / In some time it comes back up

[I couldn’t find “OK” on their main channel, so also check out their work here. I’ve linked to a song called “Stardust” some of you fellow John fans may love” https://youtu.be/W0VeQUK4YT8 ]

18. “Don’t Let Me” - Morningsiders | YT Oh brother, where are you? / I think I need a hand / Can you come pick me up? Don't know where I am / Bet I can tell it's not / Where I want to be / Oh brother, help me out / Keep your eye on me 20. “Brother” - NEEDTOBREATHE (feat. Gavin DeGraw) | YT Face down in the desert now / There's a cage locked around my heart / I found a way to drop the keys where my failures were / Now my hands can't reach that far I ain't made for a rivalry / I could never take the world alone / I know that in my weakness I am strong / But it's your love that brings me home

#gaviiplaylist #fanficmusicinspo

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huntedkrys · 7 months

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Night without wings

Paring- Nightwing & Y/n

The cold air of the night was blowing hard. I could hear the leaves swirling around even from all the way up in the building. I was almost twenty feet up from the ground. Hearing the wind blow and the trees swing. The lights from the city gave everything around it a horror movie film aesthetic. He was late, again. I’ve been waiting for almost an hour and a half and nothing. I sit at the edge of the building. Waiting a few minutes more because it’s always like this with him. “Hey cutie, waiting for someone?” I hear from behind and I don’t even turn around. “You’re late. Again.” I hear him closer until his figure is sitting next to me. “Aww, did the princess got sad cuz her prince was late?” He said in a mocking tone reaching for my face before I slapped his hand away. “You’re disgusting Nightwing, I swear. I wasn’t sad, I was and still am annoyed. Why the fuck you make the meetings so late in the night if you can’t even make it in time?” I claim as I turn and look at him and that greedy boy, cuz that’s what he is, just smiles at me. “Come on y/n, it was only a few min-“ he looked at his watch. “Oh, damn I’m sorry I really thought it wasn’t that long. It’s almost 3:00 a.m” he looks at me and stays there for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. He was mocking me, again. “I swear you’re such a dick I-“ before I get the chance to stand up he pushes me back and straddles my lap while holding my hands at the sides of my face. “That’s kinda my name sweetheart” I look to the side trying to see if I can find anything to let myself loose but there’s nothing. “Look I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean to make you wait for so long” he says slowly and I look back at him. He seems genuinely sorry about it. But my brain doesn’t care at this point, it is not the first time and it will not be the last one either Y/n. Don’t let him fool you. I notice I can still move my legs since I had them dangling from the roof and quickly wrap them around him and turn us around changing positions. I caught him way off guard. “Yeah, you’ll be sorry Grayson”

I say but before I even get the chance to say anything else, he’s already grabbing me by my sides and he jumps off the building. “I SWEAR I’M GOING TO KILL YOU NIGHTWING!!” I yell to his ear as I hold on to him as tight as I can. We stop abruptly and I slipped. He quickly grabbed my arm and gets a better hold on the chord he shoot before falling, which I never saw or heard shooting. I look down and see we’re still pretty high up. “Now why would you look down princess? You know that only makes it worst” he said with a shitty grin on his face. “I hate you so fucking much, I swear” I say as he pulls me up and holds me tight to his body. “Nah, you love me”

#nightwing #dick grayson #dc comics #au #fanfic #ao3 #hes so fine #hes so babygirl

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livingwithlosingyou · 2 years

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Living with Losing You - 10/4/2022

Allergic reaction to what???

Today was an uneventful day turned eventful. The only agenda items I really had were to go to your dad’s office to work, work itself, dinner with your mom, and the suicide aftershock group.

I didn’t want to run today because the tattoo is still healing, so I just decided to start the workday early. I ended up having over 300 emails to start the day, and I was only gone for 3 days. It’s pretty intense. Your mom dropped me off at your dads office for me to work since she needed the car today. I had a very productive work day there. The only issue was the stink bugs. I started my workday in an older and unused office in the firm, and there were lots of bugs that started to come out of the woodworks. I noticed my allergies got bad while I was in there too, so I’m wondering if that triggered this fun hives situation, or maybe didn’t help with it. Anyway it was funny cause your dad would come in and kill some of them then leave (lol). We had a couple good laughs. I’m definitely a San Diegan. These KY bugs are something else. They don’t even look like the stink bugs we have back home.

I ended up staying at the office until about 3pm. I worked the rest of the time out of the conference room, which was a much better idea. Move movement, less dust and bugs, etc. instead of your mom picking me up, I decided to just drive your dad back to his house so I could have the FJ cruiser in case we both needed to go places at the same time (which ended up working out).

Before I headed back to the house, I went to visit you for the first time since I got in town. It’s always hard when I realize that I am driving through a cemetery to visit you. I know it’s real, but I hate that it’s real. I like being able to go and just sit with you by the lake. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I talk to you. I talk to you there, and I talk to you a little each day. It’s usually me just saying you would like loved something, or if I do something embarrassing I say “I bet you saw that and enjoyed that”. Those sorts of things. You really are in a beautiful spot. Lakefront property, one would say. I love you, James.

When I got back to the house, your mom and I talked for a little as I finished up working. Then, she started making this yummy easy gnocchi dish. We had been excited for it for a while now. Once it was done we quickly filled our plates. I hadn’t really eaten much today, so I was all in on this. Well, not too long after eating I started to feel just generally unwell. Lightheaded, sciatica was bad, etc. I went upstairs to shower and continued to feel awful. I got out of the shower to find that me legs had gone numb, by lips / mouth / tongue were tingly, and I was covered in hives. So, I was having a terrible reaction. I almost called for your mom, but I was able to control my anxiety, and took a couple Hydroxyzine to help with it. I really did not want to go to the ER, so I decided to just rest for the remainder of the night, and lay down. I did end up calling my parents and talking to my dad for about 40 mins. It was a mostly productive conversation. I think it’s hard to support me right now. Actually, I know that it must be. It’s hard to know what to say, and it’s impossible (unless you have gone through it too) to understand how I feel.

I am going to make this a shorter one because I am really not feeling great. I am going to try and go to urgent care tomorrow to be evaluated. Might even try and schedule an appointment through Sharp if that doesn’t work. Since I have an HMO, it can be a bit of a pain to go to the doctors out of network / state. I was on hold with Sharp for about 30 minutes. I realize that I forgot to add that previously on here. That’s just insane.

Anyway, I need to get some rest, and hopefully sleep this off. I miss my doctor, so much. You always knew how to take care of me, and were the one who made me feel heard. You also accepted me and all my ailments. I appreciated that so much. I love you and miss you, James.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

PS I can’t post a picture of my hives because most of the blotches were on my ass. So. Here are a couple from the cemetery.

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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training sunsets (ben solo)

Ben Solo x jedi!reader

Ben Solo x reader

Kylo Ren x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n something new, stole from my unpublished on wattpad and polished it up a bit :)

if you want to follow me on wattpad my @ is @penisparker

also loving the young adam gif

masterlist

read time: 3 mins 46 seconds

The suns began to rise on the hills of the island. You stood on the rocks, clutching your brand new lightsaber while watching the waves crash upon the shore. You and your classmates were given your very own lightsabers the previous night. You ran your hands along the gray handle, too infatuated with it to notice one of your friends sneak up behind you.

"Whatcha doin?" he asked, jumping down on the rock next to you. You let out a small yelp. "Gods, Ben, you can't scare me like that." you breathed, clutching your chest. He sat next to you, criss cross. "Sorry," he smiled, staring into the sunset. "Why are you out here so early?" he yawned.

The truth was that you had another nightmare. Your parents being killed right in front of your eyes, and your sister being captured by an enemy order.

"Couldn't sleep." you lied. "What about you, hmm? Why are you awake?" you smirked. "That fish bread didn't sit well with me last night," he laughed. "Is there a real reason your actually out here?" he asked knowing you were lying, and you shrugged. He squinted at you, and changed the subject. "What do you think about these lightsabers, huh? What color crystal did you choose?" he asked, grabbing his out of his holster. You ignited yours, and showed off your white blade. "Oh wow, that looks really nice. Suits you well," Ben said, igniting his blue saber. You both gave each other a friendly tap between your lightsabers and laughed at the crashing noise of the two.

The two of you sat in silence again, watching the waves crash against the rocks below. Your mind wandered back to the nightmare the night before. "You know, if something's ever wrong you can tell me." Ben said, breaking the silence. You sighed. "I can feel it, through the Force that something isn't right." "I'm really okay Ben," you said, turning to face him. He looked at you with his sad eyes, his lips pursed together. His eyes wandered to the loose hair coming out from behind your ear, and he tucked it back where it belonged. That made you smile, then him smile.

A breeze flew by, and made you shutter. He extended his robed arm for you, and you joined him closer on the rock. "Why didn't you wear your robes?" he asked, holding you close to his warm body. "I didn't even think of it. I just left my hut." you sighed. "That's alright. I don't mind sharing." he smirked. After a while of enjoying each others company, the horn rang throughout the island for everyone to wake up. "Shit," you mumbled, breaking out of Ben's embrace. "Luke's going to kill us." you said, helping Ben up.

The two of you ran up the old stone stairs, giggling and tripping up almost each one. At the top, you were met with a very grumpy looking Luke. His arms were crossed, brown furrowed. "And what were you two doing this morning?" he asked, staring deep into both of you. "Uncle Luke, uh," Ben started, but you interrupted him. "It was my fault, Master Luke. I saw a group of birds and wanted to show Ben. That's all." you sighed, taking the fall for it. Ben looked over at you, eyes widened. "Miss Y/N, 10 laps around the island before breakfast. And Ben, since she lured you into this behavior, you get 5. I expect better from the both of you in the future. Now get running before the food gets cold!" he yelled, and you two took off running.

Ben finished his laps and stayed with you for your extra 5. You were exhausted after, breathing heavy. "H-how do you keep up?" you sighed, walking slowly into the dining hall. It was almost empty, as your other classmates were already gone from breakfast. "I don't know. Good genes?" he smirked, and you gave him a tiny nudge. "Shut it Solo." you replied, plopping the food down on your tray.

You two sat in the now empty cafeteria together, laughing. "Oh my gods his face- And what are you two doing?" Ben mimicked, making fun of his Uncle. "Yeah, well at least I'm not related to him. If you end up looking anything like him, oh gods, I'd feel so bad for you!" you laughed. Ben scoffed. "You think I'm gonna end up looking like that?" Ben asked, sort of disgusted. "I'm joking Ben. Your way better looking then Master Luke. I wouldn't worry about it, you've got a nice face." you laughed, realizing what you just said out loud. Oh gods did I just say that?

"Well, thank you," Ben blushed, looking down at his food. "I think you've got a nice face too," Ben said, his brown eyes meeting yours. You smiled, taking his hand under the table.

The cafeteria doors flew open, revealing an even angrier Luke. "And what is the meaning of this?" he yelled, your hand immediately letting go of Ben's. "W-we we're just-" Ben stuttered. "There is no time for any nonsense on this island. Another lap! Both of you!" he yelled, leaving the cafeteria just as soon as he entered. You and Ben waited for him to leave your sight, and burst out laughing.

You got up, and brought your trays to the garbage. "Some days I think he's full of it," you laugh, walking with Ben through the long hall. Your hands then connected again, almost naturally. You both stopped, and looked at each other. You felt the Force move around you two in a way you have never felt it before. "M-may I?" Ben asked you, taking your other hand in his. "Oh gods Ben," you laughed, leaning kissing the boy for what felt like forever. His hands moved to your waist and you two broke away. You stared at him towering over you as he put his forehead on yours. "Race to the end of the island?" he asked. "Your on, Solo." you smirked, breaking out of him embrace and making your way towards the doors. "Not fair!" he yelled after you, chasing you out of the dining hall.

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en-hale-archives · 3 years

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Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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keisl0vergirl · 3 years

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when they’re mad at you : hyung line

[parings] hyung line x reader (separate)

[genre] soft(?) angst

[summary] how bts deal with their emotions when they’re angry at you

[authors note] quick post <3 !!

kim seokjin

the type to avoid you until he calms down and can have a real conversation with you

it all started when you accidentally overslept and missed an award show that he was excited to take you too. your heart dropped when you woke up and checked your phone, met with 18 missed call from jin <33 and 4 missed calls from yoongi. you checked the time and the award show had ended a an hour ago so he was destined to walk through the door soon. 10 minutes had passed and you heard him quietly close the door, a sigh escaping his lips. rushing, you tripped over your blanket in an attempt to explain what had happened before it was too late.. “jin!! im so so sorry, i overslept and my alarm didn’t ring and i was going to call you by the time i woke up it was too late an—” “it’s fine, im going to bed. we can talk tomorrow..”

min yoongi

more hurt than anything, hates fighting with the ones he loves

“are you seriously angry right now?” he grunted, eyebrows furrowed. “of course im angry, i ask you to do one thing but of course you’re too busy for that.” you retorted, eyes trained on the ground. you and yoongi had been disagreeing with each other, you wanted him to have a dinner with your parents since it had been almost 5 months since you’ve seen them. but he claimed to have practice, and it burnt your blood. in all honesty, you were rethinking your decision of moving in with yoongi. he was always gone and it only further complicated things for you, but you put it aside. you always put issues aside for yoongi. “you know i have practice, i can’t do anything to help that” “of course you do, when do you not? y’know sometimes i can’t help but wonder what else you’re doing besides practice.” “what’s that supposed to mean?” you scoffed, “please you know exactly what i mean.” “no. i don’t know what you mean but what i do know is that i would never do whatever you think im doing. i love you way too much.” his voice wavered at the end of his sentence. you paused, already regretting everything, “yoong—” “im going to go stay in my studio for a bit.. alone. we can talk when you’re thinking straight.”

jung hoseok

i cant really see him getting really mad unless it’s to do with your safety or something.. but if he’s really mad he usually doesn’t hold back, wants you to understand why and what has him feeling this way

“i don’t know why you would think this is funny.” you had seen a tiktok of a girl balancing on the edge of her bathtub doing the chicken dance, and wanted to try it out. but you failed, crashing onto the counter where you hit your head and your entire weight landed right onto your left arm, cracking the bone. “i just wanted to try it out, it’s not this serious.” you chuckled. he clenched his jaw, trying to not scream out in anger. “not that serious.. i don’t know if you’ve notice but you’re sitting on a hospital bed with a cast on your arm and a bandage on your head. do you realise how lucky you are? you were this close” he held up two fingers pinched closely together “to smacking the corner of your head onto the counter, it would’ve killed you. maybe you should’ve hit your head harder, knocked some fucking sense into you.” your blood went cold, “huh ..?” “i can’t do this right now, you have your phone, right? call me when they discharge you and ill send someone to pick you up.” with that he stormed out, leaving you gobsmacked .

kim namjoon

his anger comes in the form of silent treatment, he literally doesn’t want to communicate with you until he knows you’re sorry

“namjoonnn i said im sorryyy pleasee” “…” “okay if that’s how you wanna play, let’s play” you huffed, facing away from him. expecting him to come and hug you from behind you remained in that position until you gave up, detecting no sign of movement. “you’re actually this angry because i spilled a drink on your precious books, accidentally might i add.” by the way his eyes cut through you, you could tell the answer already. “it’s not like i didn’t say sorry, i only laughed because of the scream you let out” you began to giggle at the memory but covered it as clearing your throat not wanting to anger him further. “…” the silence was getting to you, at first you found it funny, a game almost but damn, seeing him curled up away from you on the other side of the bed, phone gripped in hand changed your view. maybe it wasn’t a laughing matter…

#bts angst #bts drabble #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x reader #namjoon x gender neutral reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x you #bts x you #jin x reader #jin drabble #hoseok x reader #hoseok angst #bts x gender neutral reader #bts hyung line

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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guess what i’m about to say?

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reporterleroux · 3 years

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ooo could you do platonic irl!bench trio reacting to reader, who's a year or two younger than them, who flinches at sudden movements and jumps at sudden/loud noises? nothing bad has to have happened to reader in the past or anything! reader is just really jumpy and skiddish

also may I please be your Anarchy anon? :D

Yes ofc you can! Welcome Anarchy Anon <3

Current anons

Characters: irl!benchtrio x reader (PLATONIC)

Pronouns: They/Them

A/N: I myself honestly aren't a fan of loud noises, so I think this is pretty cool :)

ANY MENTIONS OF "loved" OR VARIANTS ARE PLATONIC.

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You opened Discord for the first time after getting out the shower, finding out there were messages from possibly your favourite boys and your best friends.

Child 🚼

@Y/N

NUKES ⚠️

HEY @Y/N ANSWER US

Enderboy 🌌

As much as you guys don't needa @Y/N DO IT ANYWAYS @Y/N WE WANT YOUR ATTENTION >:(

Child 🚼

YEAH

NUKES ⚠️ replying to Enderboy 🌌

THIS!

You sighed as you messaged them back.

Y/N (insert your user here if you'd like)

BITCH ASS I WAS SHOWERING

@Child 🚼 @NUKES ⚠️ @Enderboy 🌌

BE PATIENT GOD

WHATS UP ANYWAYS

NUKES ⚠️

COME MEET UP WITH US AT THE PARK

ME AND @Enderboy 🌌 ARE HERE CAUSE HES ORGANISED BUT WERE STILL WAITING FOR YOU AND @Child 🚼

Child 🚼

WAS THERE THE NEED TO TAG ME THEY KNOW IM TOMMY

BUT ANYWAYS IM ALMOST THERE

Enderboy 🌌 replying to @Child 🚼

Well get here quicker smh 🙄✋

You sighed at your friends antics. As much as you loved them they were annoying at times. You messaged them back a quick:

Y/N

alright give me like 20 mins

And put down your phone, letting it ping from probably an angry TommyInnit wanting you to be quicker. You changed into nice but comfortable clothes, and headed out, having already eaten since it was about midday.

When you eventually got to the park, your three best friends were standing there. Well, you assumed the third was there somewhere, he said he arrived but you could only see Ranboo and Tubbo. They waved at you and you waved back. You made a shrugging emote as of to ask "where's Tommy?" And before they could answer, he (for some reason) threw a hand right infront of your face, the sudden and unexpected movement making you flinch slightly, and was pretty much only possible if you squinted.

"You're finally here! Took your fucking time." Tommy said as he moved infront of you. He turned towards the boys, you thinking he was going to walk/run towards them, but he actually crouched down a bit.

"Come on small younger child! I shall piggy back you over concidering that's what small children like to do." You rolled your eyes and sighed loudly.

"Tommy, I'm legit a year younger than you three." You stated, but he wouldn't give it up. You finally caved in.

"Fine, just this once." You said as you began to get on his back, and before you could balance yourself, he started running as fast as he could towards the others. You knew he wouldn't drop you, but you still grasped onto him anyways, listening to him laughing at you. He put you down when you got to Ranboo and Tubbo.

"Hey guys! Tommy insisted I let him give me a piggy back here because it's, and I quote, "what small children like to do"." You stood there with your arms crossed while they all laughed.

"Well, you gonna stand there and laugh all day, or are we gonna do something?" Granted, it was funny, but you would've been standing in the park all day if you didnt egg them along. It took a while, but someone did finally answer, Tubbo, to be precise. He was wiping his eyes from the tears that formed while laughing as he spoke to you.

"We're going to the arcade!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air on the word arcade. The arcade, the main centre of loud and unexpected noises, great. You acted like you were excited, which you were, don't take it the wrong way, it's just you didn't want to be near all the loud noises.

Once you all eventually made it to the arcade, you all went off different ways, but you and Ranboo, since the other two were off like kids in a candy shop. You two hung out and stayed together, you occasionally jumping at the sudden preset messages coming out of the machines. You were watching Ranboo absolutely kill it on Guitar Hero before the sound that pushed you over the edge rendered through the place. It was only loud nearby, but it was loud enough to make you walk out the place. Ranboo watched you walk out, still somehow perfectly playing the end of his round. When he did finish, he went to find Tubbo and Tommy before bringing them outside, them finding you sitting on the floor near the entrance doors. You looked up at them, feeling guilty about being the cause of the look on their faces.

"Before, you ask, I'm fine, loud noises just scare me and make me a bit skiddish, same goes with sudden movements. I'm sorry if I worried you." They all looked at eachother before Tommy walked back inside and Ranboo and Tubbo pulled you up and towards the nearest cafe. You all ordered and sat outside.

"Sorry Y/N, we didn't know, we'll think better next time." Tubbo said, with Ranboo nodding his head to agree. You took one of their hands each in yours and held them there.

"Don't worry about me, alright? I should've said sooner." You reassured them. Just as you let go, Tommy pulled up to the table and sat down, pushing something towards you. You all looked at him confused, he never really gave the gifts.

"Sorry." He mumbled as he pushed the gift towards you. He lifted up his hand to reveal a rubber duck he exchanged with the tickets he won.

"Thank you, Tommy, and there's no need to be. It's happened now, let's just enjoy something at this cafe."

And that's exactly what you all did.

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A/N: FINALLY DONE :D so sorry the time this took, had school and stuff and was on off writing it. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 203 FOLLOWERS BTW <3

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red1culous · 3 years

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Oh part 5

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

After the events of that day wound down a little you made your escape. Much to Pepper’s chagrin. You finally answer her after receiving her 11th text and millionth missed call. In your pyjamas tucked underneath your covers you shoot her a quick apology blaming something frivolous for not being able to stay longer. Of course she forgives you immediately. Which makes you feel even worse for what you did. But you were finding it more and more hard to breathe after your encounter with Natasha.

And so when Pepper orders 2 dozen more cupcakes to be personally delivered to the Tower in a weeks time, claiming it to be for a big board meeting, you couldn’t but say yes to her.

Next week rolls around faster than you would have liked. As the deadline drew closer, your work partner becomes more and more frazzled at the idea of a repeat order from the Avengers.

“Do you think we could get a seal like the ones they put on English jams from the Queen?” she asks excitedly hovering over you as you put on the finishing touches.

“Are you insane?” you laugh shoving her slightly to create some distance between the both of you. “What would it even say, ‘Official Caterers to the Worlds’ Mightiest Heroes’?”

She quirks an eyebrow. “You’re right that’s way too long. We need an acronym.”

You sigh heavily as she continues wearing a hole in the flooring. “What about OSTLER?”

“What does that even mean?” you scrunch up your face trying to focus on your task.

“Official catererS The worLds’ mightiEst heRoes!” she exclaims as if it was obvious.

“I don’t think that would—“ you try before she cuts you off.

“ARTHRITIS? cAtereRs To tHe woRlds’ mIghTIest heroeS?” she spurts out almost tripping over her own words.

“No that won’t—“

“Ok then what about FLATTISH? ” oFficiaL cAterers To The mIghtieSt Heroes. Good right?!” she says her enthusiasm off the charts.

“You know what,” you say shaking your head as you carefully pack the cupcakes into its boxes, “how about you think of something and let me know when I get back.”

“Deal!” she squeals.

“Now please help me load up the truck or I’m going to be late!”

xxx

You stumble on the highly polished marble floors of the Avengers tower as you strain trying to balance 3 boxes of cupcakes and your sling bag dangerously close to falling off your right shoulder. “Hi,” you manage to huff the burly man sitting at the front desk, “I have a delivery of cupcakes from—“

“Ah Ms. Y/N? I was told to give you this and send you up immediately” he says slotting a keycard in between your fingers and walking you through the security body scanners. “Ms. Potts said you know your way around?” he adds as he waits for you to manoeuvre through the smallish space trying not to crush the boxes you held a little tighter to your body.

“Yes I do but—“ you try.

“Splendid well have a good day” he cuts you off again as he leaves you to wait by the elevator. You sigh as you take a breath to calm yourself. Emily hadn’t stopped chatting your ear off causing you to run 10 minutes late. You hated being late. In fact, being on time was considered late to you. Trying to peer at the watch on your wrist was pointless as you when you did try, you almost dropped the boxes you were carrying. You peered at yourself in the mirror reflection of the elevator doors and wondered if everything in this building was polished to perfection. Scrunching up your nose at your less than perfect appearance you try and blow some hair that had fallen onto your face away. And what’s worse, you started to feel an itch on the tip of your nose.

Oh for Christ’s sake.

You try and rub your nose against your shoulder but the movement causes you to almost drop your boxes. Then you tried to relieve the itch by rubbing it against the boxes but that seemed to make it worse.

DING.

Freaking finally you think to yourself. Shimmying in sideways you notice someone already inside the space. “Sorry,” you apologise watching your feet so you don’t trip over anything, “wide load” you chuckle nervously.

“It’s fine” the stranger says and your eyes widen momentarily before you slowly turn so you can face her.

“Oh!” you curse your luck. “Natasha.”

“Hi” she says softly giving you the smallest of smiles. You notice her backing up into the corner as her eyes move from yours to her feet. She doesn’t look up. She looks so small there with her arms wrapped around herself as if she was trying to disappear. All of the sudden you’re overcome with sadness. Why would she need to hide away. From you. Was she hiding from you?

You can’t help yourself. “Hey Nat” the words slip out before you can stop yourself.

She looks up hesitantly. “Yeah?” her voice is soft. Cautious.

“Umm…” your brain is moving as the speed of light trying to come up with something. “Sorry” you wiggle your nose, “my nose is…is itchy. Would you mind?” you groan internally at hearing yourself.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes a half step towards you. “Here?” she rubs her index finger on the tip of your nose.

You weren’t trying anything. Your nose was truly itchy and had it not been for Natasha you might’ve sneezed and dropped everything. “Mmm thanks” you say as the itch subsides. Natasha looks up at you and smiles. It’s then you notice her red swollen eyelids and the puffiness under them.

“Are you ok?” you say instinctively.

“I’ve…I’m ok” she says taking a step back and casting her eyes downwards again.

“Can you help me with these?” you add not giving her a choice as you bend your knees slightly to slide a box into her hands. You can tell she wasn’t expecting that as she looks at you briefly with surprise in her eyes.

“Sorry it’s just I’ve been holding onto these for close to 40 mins now and I can’t feel my hands anymore” you say trying to lighten the mood.

She gives you yet another timid smile. “It’s no worry” she says just before casting her eyes back down to the floor. Just before she does you watch as the overhead lights catch the puddles in her green eyes and the guilt that overcomes you feels like someone has just slapped you across the face with a hot iron. You turn your face forwards and pretend to not notice her wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt.

DING.

The elevator doors open and you’re greeted by a very smiley Pepper Potts. “Y/N!” she beams, “oh Natasha I thought you were headed to that meeting downtown” she says stepping aside and walking the two of you to the conference room.

“I…uh…no, I mean it was postponed” she stutters a little.

“I’m so sorry,” you turn to face her after placing the boxes onto the conference table, “if I had known I wouldn’t have imposed on you.”

“No no” she says, “it wasn’t an imposition at all, Y/N” the way she says your name is laced with regret and hurt its almost tangible.

Pepper signs for someone to come and deal with the boxes as she fishes out a cheque which she expertly folds and slides into the breast pocket of your jacket.

“I should go” Natasha mumbles softly and immediately turns around walking out of the conference room leaving you to just stare at her go.

You turn back to Pepper and she’s smiling sympathetically at you. “Why do I feel like I just killed a puppy?” you say fishing the cheque out of your pocket. Your eyes grow large as saucepans, “Pep this is way too much” you exclaim.

She laughs at you as she wraps her arms around you. You hug back. “You feel like that because you still care about her” she says stroking your back. “And shush it’s not too much.”

“Pepper you overpaid me by 200%!” you pull away slightly holding her at arms length.

“Can you just…” she picks the cheque from your hands and refolds it placing it back into your pocket, “…accept the good things that come to you without making such a fuss.”

You pout and she pulls you back into another hug. This one tighter than the one before. And you hug back squeezing your eyes shut because you know exactly what she’s talking about.

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drwcn · 3 years

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maybe after today’s acls training i can finally write that chengqing ER oneshot.

— “Patient male, mid-twenties, motor vehicle collision, eta 3 mins”

— “What no vitals? No GCS? ETA 3 mins? Who’s on the paramedic team?!”

— “No one….Dr. Lu hit someone with her car on her way out of the hospital.”

【A Midnight Conversation in Your Local ER】- Complete

[1]

The night hunt had gone to shits.

That much was undeniable.

Jiang Cheng heard the panicked shout of his disciples just as he saw the array that he had stepped on.

Fuck.

The ghost of an once mediocre demonic cultivator wanna-be was going to bring Jiang Cheng, Jiang Wanyin - the Sandu Shengshou - to meet his maker. The irony of the situation would be laughable, if he wasn’t so irrevocably screwed.

That was his last thought before his entire body was engulfed by a blinding light and the world he knew disappeared.

The ground beneath his feet gave away, weightlessness paralyzing his body though he did not fall. He felt…launched, his body warping and squeezing and stretching, the air sucked from his lungs into the endless black vacuum.

But just like that it was over. Jiang Cheng barely had time to make peace with his death before his feet touch solid earth again.

Or at least….he thought it was earth, this black, tarry hard thing striped with yellow and white. He stared at it dumbly, breathless and disoriented, barely able to react when a loud blare assaulted his senses and his world went blindly bright yet again.

This time there was pain.

Jiang Cheng clutched Sandu, ready to fight, but then his head hit the ground and everything went dark. When he woke up again, an indeterminate amount of time later, he was in a small tube and had a distinct feeling he was not wearing pants, socks or shoes.

How the fuck do you ‘scan’ a cat???

[2]

Method actor. The nurse, from the other side of the curtain, mouthed silently.

“Sir, can you tell me your name.”

“Jiang Cheng, Jiang Wangyin.”

The resident paused, awkwardly contemplating how to continue. “Uh…..which is it? Jiang Cheng or Jiang Wanyin?”

“Jiang Cheng, zi Wanyin.”

“Traditional parents?” The resident tried to crack a joke, but it fell flat. The strange man stared up at him with a blank look in his eyes and a frown that was rapidly deteriorating into a scowl. The resident cleared his throat and cast his eyes back onto his clipboard. “Uh, ahem, just the name on your ID please.”

“My what?"

"Your personal ID….like a driver’s license?”

“Cultivators of the gentry fly on swords or ride horses. We do not rely on carriage valets.”

“Eh… right. Uhm, can you tell me how old you are and what year it is.”

“I’m 39, and the year is jiachen.”

Lu Qi frowned from where she stood by the door, arms crossed, watching her resident and medical student work. 39? He looks like a college student. But he also thinks he can fly, so I guess age is the least of our worries.

“Jiachen.…?”

The M3 fished his phone out from his scrub pocket pocket and typed it in. “Sounds like the ganji system, like an old timey way to record year used in the past.” He whispers clandestinely to the resident.

“….Right. And uh, do you where you are?”

The man scowled at him. “Am I supposed to?”

The resident scribbled something on the chart, and then looked up with a plastered awkward smile. “Well, thank you Mr. Jiang for your patience. Wang Fei here is the medical student on our team. He’s going to stay and ask you a couple more questions if you don’t mind. Afterwards we’ll confer with our attending and the team will be back to see you shortly.”

As he turned away, the R3 grimaced and shared a look with Lu Qi, who was the youngest attending physician in their ER, but was not technically working at the moment and so was not on the case. And technically, as the perpetrator who hit Jiang Cheng with her car, she had a severe conflict of interest.

At least this Jiang Cheng dude didn’t seem keen on pressing personal charges against her for MVA or suing the hospital in general… but that being said…

Yeah, they’re going to need a psych consult.

Unless he’s on acid.

Well… okay, psych consult either way.

[3]

"It’s okay, you can relax.” Jiang Cheng said, waving dismissively at the woman standing by his bedside. “I’m not going to take you to the magistrate for hitting me with your carriage - car. You didn’t mean to, and I just came out of nowhere.”

“....Thank you.”

“You’re not Wen Qing. I know that now. Your name is Lu Qi. You can call off those psychia - psych - psychics - head healers - or whatever, I’m not crazy. It’s not my fault, you just… look so much like someone I used to know."

"Wen Qing.” Lu Qi echoed.

“Yeah. Wen Qing. She was a healer - a doctor - like you, but different.”

“I see. What happened to her?"

"She died. Almost twenty years ago."

"I'm sorry... that's awful.” Lu Qi’s response rolled off her tongue so well, because she had said those word a thousand times during her residency. So much so that it no longer had much meaning to her. Tonight however, she meant what she said. “Were you two close?"

"No, well…yes, maybe. No we weren’t exactly friends if that’s what you’re asking. She...operated on me. Without my consent or knowledge. Took my brother’s golden core and put it in me and then lied with my brother to my face about it. So no we weren’t “close”, but Wen Qing saved my life - well the purpose of it anyway. Saved me from a life of ordinariness.”

Lu Qi did allow herself to dwell too much on what the fuck a “golden core” was, because her gut response was almost instantaneous. “That’s shitty of her.”

She clamped down on her tongue.

God, why did I have to say that? To his face?! He was obviously in love with this Wen Qing person and they were encroaching on some dangerous emotional territories, but Lu Qi swallowed down her caution and plowed on nevertheless. There were things she felt she had to say, and since she’d already hit him with her car, how much worse could this shit get? “What I mean is she shouldn’t have. Not without telling you. Besides...there’s nothing wrong with ordinary.”

Jiang Cheng chuckled bitterly. “Maybe you’re right. Still...she didn’t deserve to die. What her clan did was not her fault.”

Now that threw Lu Qi off. Did this guy...kill her?

Lu Qi half wondered if she stumbled upon a Yakuza-esque member whose psyche finally snapped after years of murder and violence. And yet, he seemed perfectly coherent, no flight of ideas, no tangential thought, no hallucations. Even his delusions seemed...logical.

I must be the one losing, damnit.

Jiang Cheng scratched a little at his chest, as if palpating for the “golden core” that he spoke of. "She saved my life, but when she needed help, I couldn't save her. But, if I were to go back… I can't say I'll choose differently. My clan needed me, my clan who was almost cleansed by hers. No, no I wouldn’t choose differently. I don’t regret my choices, but I am sorry. Sorry to her, sorry to my brother. I'll always be sorry that she died, and that I failed her when she needed me."

Jiang Cheng had no idea why he was telling this stranger any of this, but maybe after twenty years, he was finally ready to address this guilt that he lived with. I mean who else was he supposed to tell? Jin Ling? It was nice, to have that face as an audience, receiving his words of confession.

"She would forgive you."

Lu Qi had no idea why she was offering absolution as if she had authority in this matter, but when she said it, the conviction she felt was so real, it was almost as though some external force was acting through her.

Which was ridiculous of course, but...

"How do you know? You're not her." Jiang Cheng shook his head. “I wouldn’t forgive me.”

"No, but you said she was a physician. So she should know, more than most, that sometimes there is no choosing who gets to live or die."

Jiang Cheng fell quiet at that, and his gaze grew distant. Lu Qi thought perhaps he was no longer seeing her as she was in front of him - white coat, scrubs, stethoscope - but someone entirely different. The tension he held in his shoulders slowly eased, and he sighed. In the silence that stretched between them, Lu Qi hoped that this strange man with his strange past could find a sliver of peace.

[4]

— Did you love her?

— I thought so, foolishly, but maybe I didn’t. Even if I did, it was not well enough.

— Do you love her still?

— No... I don’t know. It’s been too long...but sometimes, late at night when Lotus Pier is quiet, I think I do.

...

— Are you ashamed of it?

...

— No. No I’m not.

[5]

The patient known as Jiang Cheng left AMA, that is, against medical advice. It was the term they used sometimes for people who just up and leave without informing the team.

Lu Qi had gone out to check on his labs, which came back with bonker numbers (I mean really, a hemoglobin of 455, sodium of 200, and a HCO3 of like...3?), but Jiang Cheng was gone from Bay 6 when she returned. The nurse made the overhead page, a code yellow was called, but four hours later, Lu Qi was ready to admit that she was never going to see this Jiang Cheng ever again.

Somehow, she was okay with that. She had said what needed to be said.

Her chief had given her a call on her cell and told her to go home and sleep. The guy didn’t look like he was gonna press charges, let’s count our blessings and move on. But the night had just been too damn strange that Lu Qi was all wired up from it and couldn’t possibly fall asleep. She had handover at 10 anyway. There was a change of clothes and toiletries in her bag. She could always take a shower in the anesthesia staff’s on call room and sleep until then.

Dr. Sun was the anesthesia staff on-call tonight and was currently stuck in trauma OR. They were buddies since medschool; she’d understand.

Sighing, Lu Qi took a seat on the bench across from the bougie cafe in the lobby of the hospital. At this hour, it was the only one still open in the entire facility. The drinks they sold cost an arm and a leg, but Lu Qi needed the pick-me-up after the night she had.

As she nursed the last bit of her matcha latte, two bickering voices pulled her attention to the front entrance.

“Aiyo, A-Liang I already said I’m fine! I don’t need to be here!”

“Fuck out of here with that bullshit, Chen Zhaoxi. You fell off the fucking roof! If Wu Kun hadn’t called me, you’d have gone on -”

It was him! Lu Qi shot up. It was Jiang Cheng!

But no...no it wasn’t him. The well-dressed man dragging the second man (dressed in red pajamas) into the hospital was not Jiang Cheng. He had the same face - chiselled, handsome, scowling - but it wasn’t him. For one, his hair was trimmed short and neat, unlike Jiang Cheng who looked like he walked straight out of a BL xianxia tv drama. Secondly, his face was softer, eyes younger, and he couldn’t have been older than Lu Qi herself in her early thirties.

“I was just trying to get to the litter of kittens trapped -”

“Yes, yes, and it was very heroic and I’m sure it would’ve made Wu Kun very horny, and you morons probably would’ve fucked once he got home had you not made a valiant attempt at breaking your neck -”

“Excuse me,” the security guard manning the information desk chastised sharply. “It’s 4am. This is a hospital! Lower your voices, sirs.”

“Sorry.” The men apologized sheepishly.

Then, A-Liang, Jiang Cheng’s doubleganger asked, “Could you please direct us to the ER? This is my brother, he fell off a roof.”

Lu Bin had no idea what possessed her to interject. “I can take you there.”

All eyes fell on her. She walked towards them, heart pounding.

This can’t be happening, this kind of thing just can’t happen...

A-Liang’s face broke into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Miss -” Then his gaze trailed to her badge, and he corrected himself, “Dr. Lu. I’m Shen Liang. This is my brother Chen Zhaoxi. I think he fractured...well multiple things, please help him.”

“Of course, come with me. Let’s get him a wheelchair. If he fractured is leg, he probably shouldn’t be walking.”

“I didn’t fracture -”

“You, you shut up.” Shen Liang rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to him. He can lose three out of four limbs and say ‘ t’s but a flesh wound’.”

Lu Qi couldn’t help but chuckle as she put an arm under the complaining Chen Zhaoxi and helped him towards the wheelchair.

Shen Liang’s smile widened.

[Extra]

“Holy shit, took you long enough!”

When Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui finally dragged Jiang Cheng to their portal site, Jiang Cheng realized that the transportation talisman had created a channel through realities between what looked like two metal garbage dumpsters in a back alley behind a food establishment marked by giant yellow bunny ears.

Standing guard there, Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen were each munching on a strange layered bread and holding tall drinks contained in...what was it called again? Right. Styrofoam.

“What is that?” Jin Ling wrinkled is nose at it. Brat.

“It’s a Big Mac.” Replied Lan Jingyi as if Jin Ling was stupid. “And this is a milk shake.”

Jin Ling scowled. “I said the bag of gold I gave you was for emergencies.”

“Yeah but we were hungry.” Ouyang Zizhen defended. He neglected to tell them that the cashier had refused to accept the gold and instead asked for “cash” or “card”, neither of which they had, so Zizhen used a liiiiil confounding talisman he learned from Wei Wuxian. They did leave more than enough gold though...and that ought to cover the restaurant’s cost for their “burger”lary . Reaching into the brown paper bag he held under one arm, Zizhen pulled out a little box that opened to show pieces of... something. “These are chicken nuggets. They’re delicious! Try one! They’re really good with this sauce....hold on...”

Lan Sizhui sighed. “We don’t have time for this. The portal will close soon. Let’s get Jiang-zongzhu home and we can sample these exotic food later.”

The boys agreed.

Jiang Cheng shook his head and huffed.

#cql #the untamed #chengqing #wen qing #jiang cheng #a midnight conversation in your local er #cql ficlet #corie fics

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