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imgeekgirlfan · 10 months

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Till Death Do Us Part│#TheLastofUs

Pairings: joel miller x Black!reader [From The Last of Us : TV Series]

Major character death/Heavy Angst/Canon Divergence

Synopsis: You are Sara Miller's mother (who recently divorced Joel) and your daughter was killed. You blame Joel and want to kill him, but as the Fireflies' leader, you need Joel's help getting Ellie and yourself to Vaccine Research Center #TheLastofUs

AN: This series has 5 episodes in total, So now we have reached the halfway point. I hope there are still readers following this series until now, And as I mentioned before, I'm not good at English. If my translation is not good, I apologize

Taglist: @flaneurpastel (If you want to be added in this fic, just tell me in reply )

➡ Previous : Next

Act 3 : Broken People

You anticipated that there would be many questions from Ellie while sneaking out of town together. Because Ellie is a curious kid, she doesn't hesitate to say whatever comes to her mind, allowing both you and Joel to hear.

"Do you two know each other?" "Can we trust Joel? I don't really like him." "Where are we going to spend the night?" "Is it still far?" Along with countless other questions that you couldn't remember,

Sometimes you pretended to be indifferent and shrugged it off, but sometimes you didn't.

"I don't like this awkward atmosphere. You both are so strange," Ellie raised her hand and hugged herself, her small forehead furrowing as she swept her gaze back and forth between you and Joel. "you guy act like old married couple who just got divorced"

You and Joel hesitated almost synchronously and inadvertently turned to face each other without an appointment. At that moment, a short burst of laughter echoed from the young girl.

"Haha, gotcha."

"Quiet!" The middle-aged man warned sharply, his face showing great restraint, not to lay a harmful hand on the girl. Ellie was smart enough to know what to do in this situation, she quickly ran in to hide behind you, You turned to look at Joel and smirked slightly, causing him to take a breath before turning his face and fleeing.

You felt like an adult who had to travel and handle two children at the same time.

Joel and Ellie were too similar. That was a major reason why they didn't seem to get along well at first. They bickered and quarreled almost all the time. When combined with the difficulties of long-distance travel and other factors (evading bullets from soldiers and fending off Runners who unexpectedly attacked), everything seemed to worsen and caused you to have a headache several times.

"I don't understand how you can tolerate a man like that," Ellie blurted out to you one night after just finishing eating canned beans for dinner. She leaned against the old, damp sofa next to you, gazing at Joel, who was standing guard outside the door, then turned to speak to you again. "Wouldn't it be better if we escaped together, just the two of us? Leaving him alone, he won't die anyway."

"We won't leave him," you said firmly, rejecting it without even taking a moment to think.

There is a significant reason why you chose not to leave him. It's because he has chosen not to leave you.

Despite initially insisting that he would only accompany you outside the city, in the end, he continued to follow you, even though it meant being far away from town.

Although Joel pretended to be annoyed and disliked having to endure you or Ellie, deep down, you knew he didn't really feel that way, not even a little. Otherwise, he would have turned back long ago. There are many reasons why Joel should do that, but he made the decision not to, and you trust him. No matter what happened in the past or what lies ahead in the future, this man is still willing to go with you.

So how can you leave him? No way

"Do you still love him? Joel, I mean."

Normally, you would tell Ellie to shut up. However, this is the first time you couldn't give her or even yourself any answers. It's as if there's a lump in your throat that renders you speechless. You lower your gaze to the broken wooden floor, pondering the unanswered questions.

Once you loved him, and once you hated him. That's the truth that has passed.

But what about now?

Every question always has an answer; you just aren't brave enough to accept it.

"Oh, my God! You love him."

"Shut up, Ellie," you finally manage to say, and the slightly louder tone grabs Joel's attention easily. He turns towards you, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. You quickly put on a neutral face, as if nothing had happened. Well, maybe the truth has already happened. and the one who knows it best is Ellie

"I don't understand you at all," the young girl muttered softly, audible only to the two of you. "Why don't you open up and talk about it to him?"

"You're only fourteen, Ellie. There are many things that you still don't understand, especially when it comes to love."

The laughter from Ellie sounded mocking and taunting. while her green eyes reflected the dim light, flickering when they met your gaze. And the look you saw surprised you, as it was the same glint Joel had.

"I've had love too, and I understand it no less than you do," Ellie replied.

You've experienced loss; Joel has experienced loss; and Ellie has experienced loss.

"Riley, my first friend and my first love," she said, uttering the name of another girl with a clear trembling in her voice. "Riley and I got infected. She didn't survive, but I did. Life isn't fair"

Her body began to tremble, followed by tears streaming down her face. Ellie's mournful voice penetrated your heart, causing you immense pain. You embraced Ellie tightly, not feeling yourself as you too began to cry.

How can two broken souls heal each other? You cannot know.

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The journey in the morning did not go as smoothly as expected.

The three of you were trapped in a deserted building. Every corner and every floor of the building were filled with Clickers and Runners. Joel volunteered to lure them away and instructed you and Ellie to escape ahead. You wanted to fight alongside him, but you knew that Ellie's life was the most important. Reluctantly, you paused for a moment before grabbing Ellie's hand and running together.

"Give me the gun. I can help you."

Ellie noticed the exhaustion on your face. Your legs were sore from running down the stairs non-stop. Your sweaty hands clenched the gun, which had just fired to take down several infected moments ago. You were tired, almost out of breath, but you still managed to keep your composure. Quickly, you swapped the magazine of the gun without looking at Ellie "No,I won't give a gun to a fourteen-year-old to shoot recklessly."

"I can aim well. Just trust me"

"Ellie, I said no. Your job is to run fast. I'll take care of the rest."

"What should I do if they attack me? Should I throw a sandwich in my bag at them?"

"Just shut up and do as I say, alright? This is not the time to argue."

Both exhaustion and endless arguments distracted you. Just for a moment before one of the Runners lunged at you. You fell swiftly, and the gun and bullets scattered in different directions. Now you had nothing to defend yourself against these powerful creatures, apart from your small, weary arms and legs. It wasn't enough. At that moment, you thought it was the end for you. There was no way you would survive unless a miracle happened.

But then, the sound of a gunshot rang out, The bullet pierced through the Runner's head by Ellie

The lifeless creature fell heavily on top of you. You managed to catch your breath before pushing the corpse away. "Okay, I believe you can shoot accurately," you muttered under your breath as you lifted yourself up once again. But Ellie wasn't amused at all. She dropped the gun and quickly embraced you tightly, causing you to feel a slight pain.

"Holy shit! I thought you were dead! I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"But I'm not dead; it's alright."

The girl continued to hold onto you as if afraid that if she let go, you would slip away forever. You could feel Ellie's tear-soaked face seeping through the fabric right where she pressed against you. You knew very well that this was not the time to hesitate. Instead of rushing Ellie, you chose to respond with a hug, Whispering to her that everything was okay, you placed your hand on her dark brown hair, the same color as yours and the same color as your daughter's.

In that moment, you realized how much this girl meant to you, not just because she was the hope for a cure and a new world, but because she made you feel like when you first held Sarah in the delivery room. —pure, joyous, unconditional love.

Ellie reminded you of Sarah.

And you were willing to give everything you had, even your own life, to ensure this girl would have a long-lasting existence.

Fortunately, besides your injuries, no one else's life is in danger. The three of you managed to survive by a hair's breadth and find shelter in a secure, dilapidated building. However, the atmosphere that followed was filled with constant tension throughout the day. Ellie still feels remorseful and blames herself for causing your injuries. Meanwhile, Joel appeared greatly agitated after realizing that you nearly died in the fight. You knew he was ready to unleash his anger upon you, and you don't want his angry words to hurt Ellie even more. So, you reluctantly decide to let Ellie be alone for a while before dragging Joel to another secluded room, away from the young girl's awareness of the conversation between you and him.

This is ridiculous! You almost threw your own life away out there." Joel's voice lowers, dripping with a frightening intensity. His eyes almost seemed to burn right through you. It was the first time you faced such genuine anger from him, as Joel has never shown any signs of being mad at you, despite the frequent arguments you've had in the past.

But this time was different, and you didn't desire to provoke another conflict with this man, especially when you were exhausted and injured like this. As you pondered, you absentmindedly raised your hand to touch the fresh wound on your own arm, feeling the sudden, sharp pain. Then you quickly withdrew your hand before Joel could notice.

"Joel, it's not important. What matters is protecting Ellie."

"No! Stop saying that to me!" His firm grip tightens on both of your shoulders, squeezing a bit too hard, causing you slight pain. Joel's face was still filled with anger, but his voice now sounded both subdued and trembling. "Your life is just as important."

No...Those weren't the words you expected to hear from the mouth of your once-beloved, who parted ways so bitterly.

Joel is gazing at you as if he wants to delve deep into your soul, crossing the walls you've built. But you're afraid to let him come closer. So,you chose to avert his gaze intentionally. Some things warn you not to lock eyes with him right now.

"I apologize for involving you in this situation," you said, your voice straining as your nails dug into the palm of your hand. It was a difficult decision for you to speak out. "But if something happens to me, promise me that you will protect Ellie for me."

Joel chuckled dryly, as if what you just said was nothing but a silly joke.

"You're on the verge of killing yourself, one way or another. Do you realize that?" he said.

"This is my life, Joel. It's my choice," you replied, your emotions starting to turn sour. The fire within you was simmering and ready to burst. "If you don't want to do it, then just go back to town and forget what I said."

"Oh! I bet you won't last three days without me," he retorted.

"And what does it matter to you if I die, Joel? What does my life mean to you?"

"It does matter because I don't want you to die!"

You reiterated to yourself that you were determined not to meet his gaze directly. However, in the fleeting seconds after he retorted, as you inadvertently looked back into his eyes, amidst the reflection of the anger directed at you, you also saw something hidden and enduring that had been there for a long time. It had never changed.

Tommy didn't lie to you when he told you that Joel still loved you.

And it remained true.

In the midst of the silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity, though it had only been a few minutes, Joel finally released his grip on your shoulder, slowly, almost reluctantly. He looked worn and fragile, as if he could break at any moment.

"Sarah and you, i just...i can't take it anymore"

You made the decision to stop his words with your lips, and the moment he embraced you tightly before transitioning from rough kisses to deep, tender ones, everything you desired was realized. Whether it was the taste of him or the stubble grazing your face, you were aware that all of this was what you had longed for—being in Joel's warm, embracing arms and kissing him until the world crumbled or there was no tomorrow for you and him.

Finally, Joel withdrew his lips reluctantly, but his face didn't veer away from yours. His dark eyes met yours, as if using his gaze to convey everything that words and emotions couldn't express.

"I'm sorry for everything, both to you and to Sarah. It's all my fault. I should have done better to keep you both in my life," he said.

Your smile was bittersweet. It still hurt deeply for you, and you couldn't bring yourself to forgive him completely. But at the very least, you no longer hated him. You leaned closer to Joel's cheek and softly replied, "And this time, I want you to keep Ellie in your life too. Can you do that, Joel?"

Joel raised an eyebrow, surprised by the seriousness in your tone. "You must really love that kid," he remarked.

"You're the same," you said, chuckling slightly. After living with him for so long, you could sense what he truly felt inside. "Even if you pretend not to like her, I know you never really thought that way about her."

Joel didn't answer your question, but he didn't deny it either. It was an acceptance that wasn't wholehearted. You smiled wider than before and glanced towards the nearby room where Ellie was.

Your voice was barely a whisper, intended only for you and Joel to hear. "She made us both think of Sarah, didn't she?"

"She stings more than Sarah."

"Because Sarah is like me, but Ellie's like you. Too much, in fact."

"Are you saying that I'm stingy?"

"Yes, both stingy and tough to handle. Hard-mouthed but deep down always kind-hearted." You turned back to Joel once again and noticed a faint smile on his face—a simple smile that had been missing from his life for a long time. "I believe you're like that, Joel. I believe in you."

You held his hand tightly, as if entrusting something incredibly valuable and intangible in his hands. The invaluable thing called trust weighs heavily and cannot be seen.

It's not easy for you and Joel, whether it's this mission or your complicated relationship. The time that had gone missing is still a matter that requires much time to heal. And this journey is no different. It could end with beautiful success, or it could end with mistakes and losses that have happened before. Anything is possible.

You know in your heart that the path ahead is difficult, but you also know that he will never let you down,for sure.

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You bid Joel farewell temporarily because there's something important you want to discuss with Ellie privately. And when you returned to the room, you noticed Ellie holding the comic book 'Savage Starlight' in her hands, appearing eager to read it. However, you could tell that she wasn't really interested in it at all. Because as soon as you open the door, her gaze immediately turns to you, looking like she wants to know something. You give Ellie a small smile before walking over to sit next to her on the sofa. "Hello, Ellie."

"Hey," Ellie shrugged before putting the book down, a hint of concern in her eyes as she turned to look at you. "Are you okay with Joel?"

"Everything's fine."

That's a lie for now. It's something you know deep in your heart.

"I have something for you." As you spoke those words, you couldn't help but think of the Christmas holiday. A gift for a young girl should be something cute and beautiful, like a doll. However, the thing you're about to give Ellie is quite the opposite because it's your own handgun. The same gun Ellie pleaded for before. "I think you should have it."

Her green eyes widen, alternating between looking at you and the gun with surprise. "You really want me to have it?"

You want to say no. In reality, you don't want her to be involved in all of this. Ellie was too young for all of this. She's too young to bear the weight of the world's expectations and your own.

But with your own self-awareness, you know there's no better alternative. Ellie is the only one who can do it. She can do what neither you nor Joel can do.

"When you have this gun, I want you to make a promise to me. Can you do that?"

Ellie frowned, uncertain, and hesitant. Yet she reluctantly nodded.

Her answer makes you smile once again before placing the revolver slowly into Ellie's hand and clasping her hand with both of yours, just as you did when you entrusted Joel with all your trust. This time, you're entrusting it to Ellie as well.

"No matter what happens, don't hesitate to pull the trigger, even if it's me."

#the last of us #tlou fic #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller #joel miller x y/n #the last of us fic #joel miller x you #Ellie Williams #Till Death Do Us Part

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kennyomegasweave · 4 months

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10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

I was tagged by @bunnakit! Thank you! I've spent like HOURS thinking of who the 10 should be and then trying to find gifs for this post. Mama is on so many cold meds and put in work for something completely inconsequential. I had so much fun. I didn't know if it was supposed to be actors or characters, so I just did characters? lol Anyway, let's begin!

10. Tang Yi (Chris Wu) - History 3: Trapped

Man can wear a suit really well and I'm here for that. He also just looked expensive and I'm here for that as well. He was softer than he showed and I'm fond of hot people having hard candy shells but gooey centers.

9. Tan (Max Nattapol) - Manner of Death

Man was UNHINGED and HORNY for Bunn at all times. I'm into that shit. He also very much was doing illegal shit and can beat a bitch up. Once again, I'm into that shit.

8. Big (Nodt Nutthasid) - Kinnporsche: The Series

Look at that hair, eyebrow slit, and earrings. I don't believe I need to say anything else.

7. Li Cheng (Charles Tu) - History 4: Close to You

He's super cute, he's goofy, he's perfect.

6. Yi (Max Kornthas) - Naughty Babe & Cutie Pie

He's hot, he wears suits well, he's completely ridiculous, he's a blushing maiden whenever his man wants to have sex, he has beef with a chihuahua he was the one to buy, he's saltmates with his bestie, he proposed to his man like four times before they got married. I love him.

5. Techno (Mild Suttinut) - TharnType

He might actually be my favorite BL supporting character ever. Every single word out of his mouth was gold. He's cute, he's funny, he's dumb, he's a ride or die friend. As I always say, John Waters was so right when he said sometimes stupid and cute is enough!

4. Win (Boun Noppanut) - Between Us & Until We Meet Again

He's hot, he has tattoos, he has piercings, he has a trust fund, he is the most devoted boyfriend known to man, he loves his family. He's perfect.

3. Jim (Earth Pirapat) - Moonlight Chicken

Listen, I'm well into my 30s, so you know I just GOT Uncle Jim. I too have a tragic backstory with a dead ex, I too have a business (it was ROUGH AF during Covid times and still hasn't bounced all the way back), I too felt the "isn't it enough of a struggle that you're poor? you gotta be gay too?' even though that logically makes no sense, I too am closed off cat people, I too have had people be into me that I really tried to pretend I didn't notice cause it was gonna be Awkward. I just love Jim. I may not have loved this show, but I love Jim.

2. Kiyoi (Yusei Yagi) - My Beautiful Man

He's very cute. He's very weird. He's very into his equally weird boyfriend. I love this little weirdo, I don't even know what else to say

1. Michael Kiettisak - cheating and picking him in everything

I love him. I don't care. Gus in Till The World Ends was such a sweetheart that just loved his batshit insane brother and didn't deserve to go out like that. Bas in Call It What You Want didn't deserve ANYTHING he went through and yet he was still a precious bean. North gets 2 seconds of screen time in Pit Babe and I love him too.

Bonus: A boy that I don't want carnally because he is too young for me, but he is, in fact, Stupid Hot:

Pond is stupid hot. Palm is one of my favorite boys.

Tagging @negrowhat, @theflagscene, @rokklagio, @brazilian-whalien52, and anyone else who wants to do it!

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captainsleepy111 · 1 year

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Ramble/rant below (nothing bad but if you don’t want to deal with me having a crush for the first time in at least three years scroll past, also I have no idea how to do the cut thing so also potentially very long post with terrible grammar, cause I’m going on a ride here and also just suck at grammar)

Anyway…… how do deal with emotions

This fucker has made me write poetry FUCKING POETRY!!!!!!! Sgdhshdhsijagdhd (for reference I hate writing poetry and absolutely suck at it, no hate to people who like poetry, I just don’t personally like it that much, can be cool to read though) and now I am a sappy human bean who is very repressed and writes poetry apparently. I hate it so much. Not only that but before I even got to the poetry phase I wrote two letters to him! Like this fucker has been ruling my conscience for the passed like month and a half. I’m used to the like couple hours, or like at the very most couple of day vague “this persons nice and I like them” maybe crushes that turn out to just wanting to be friends kind of thing. Not “I short circuit every time they do anything vaguely nice to me and even considering asking them out because I really like them, but I’m also afraid of commitment and I also know they like someone else and I don’t want to put them in an awkward situation because honestly I just like seeing them happy and I don’t care how it happens/who it happens with” and now I have to deal with it, and I have absolutely no idea how to say any of that in a coherent way/without seeming slightly insane or like I’m trying to guilt trip him into a relationship, cause I don’t even know how/if I want a relationship. Also the letters either turned into me being kinda self deprecating or going through major personal character growth but vaguely directed at him, so like idk how to just talk about how he makes me feel without accidentally making it about me, and I don’t want it to be about me I want it to be about how he’s a fantastic human being and I adore him.

(Spacing so my brain doesn’t want to implode it’s self) Like literally all this guy has to do (and has done) to make me even slightly flustered is just be a decent human being. Like that’s it. He’ll just talk to me like we’re relatively good friends and then BAM feelings. And it’s even worse (better) because he’s also a pretty like affectionate person in general (or just not emotionally repressed like I am) so he’ll just like casually just joke around and like say he loves me like the “I’m insulting you but also I love you” kind of friendship and I have no idea how to deal with it. Also he is unfairly good at hugging, like it’s annoying (it’s fantastic but so far he’s hugged me three times and I’ve completely short circuited every time, like to the point that idk what else was going on at the time, for last two the first one was very awkward, but also somehow one of the best hugs I’ve gotten. Also for the record all of these hugs happened within the span of two days) cause he’s so warm and like, squishy, and on the last hug that he did (cause the last two were after awards for a speech and debate tournament, he got fourth in the event that we had done like three full practices for; we’re both in short prep) it was like one of those ones where like you tighten your arms around the person during it and he was the one who initiated it!!!!!!?????!!? Like ahdgdjdueueididgjeody. Also (cause I watched his round for finals cause you can do that) and afterwards he was basically saying that me being there was how he was able to do it (though I think he would have been able to do it without me cause he’s amazing) and like he was doing the like happy cry thing and then I was almost doing the happy cry thing cause I feed off of other peoples emotions cause I’m a vampire and don’t know how to recognize/feel them on my own. But like !!!!!!!!!!!!! Cause there was another person on our team that also watched his round and as far as I know he didn’t do that for them; but like I also waited for him at the bottom of the bleachers after awards finished to congratulate him cause I was on the opposite side to him and couldn’t at the time, whereas the other kid was I think sitting next to him so he may have done it then. But I don’t know. Also I’m this same tournament he offered to let me use his cologne for the first day (cause it was a two day tournament) and also told me how to use it cause trans and don’t know how to man. Granted for that one he also offered to another one of the kids but still. I’m also debating if I should go look specifically for that cologne to have it because of him but idk if that would border on creepy stalker.

Also there’s like, I have two best friends that are basically just my sisters, and like no matter how much I like him, they will always come first and idk how to say that without making him feel like he’s just like a second option or like I don’t care about him as much. Cause I do, I would go to the ends of the earth to make him happy; but also if it came down to him or them I would choose them every time cause they are my family. And I don’t know how to bring that up without feeling bad about it (cause it feels like I’m kinda leading him on cause he’s not my number one priority and I don’t know how to do relationships (or this level of affection both from or towards people) that didn’t start out from being friends first and in the last relationship I was in (which was like 3ish years ago and ended cause someone spread a rumor that I cheated; I didn’t, and the person believed it cause I was being “defensive” over losing the person that at the time had been my whole world) they were my number one focus and like came first no matter what and I like just wanted to spend time around them (probably also because they were pretty much my only friend that somewhat actively talked to me at the time) and now that I also have other people that I enjoy being around and don’t want to leave behind so I can’t do that again, but I also don’t know how else to do relationships cause I’m scared that if I don’t then he’s leave me because he doesn’t think I care about him enough. Cause that also destroyed the remains of the first relationship even after we broke up, and if I have to do that again I would crawl back into the hole I dig the first time around and never leave it ever again (an exaggeration but still, I would be very sad) I also don’t want to explain all this to him because I tend to over share/over explain when I’m trying to tell someone my emotions while also trying not to scared them off, and again I don’t want to guilt trip him into a relationship or like accidentally trauma dump on him while telling him that I like him. But I also want to make sure he know that I care about him, and it’s not a matter of who I like/love more and more just a) I’ve them known longer and b) they’re my family.

Anyway, that’s the rant over. Sorry for the long post, have a picture of my dogs as thanks/apology for reading/the amount of scrolling

#just ranting #emotions #how do i deal with this #long post #help #I got hit with feels #idk #what do I do #I’m very emotionally repressed #can you tell #dog picture at the end #:)#I’m screaming internally #I don’t do emotions #until now apparently

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215-luv · 3 years

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WHEN YOU SIT ON THEIR LAP AS THEY PLAY VIDEO GAMES

characters: kenma, mattsun, suna, kageyama, iwaizumi & atsumu

a/n: enjoy!! <3 // tw: one(1) curse word

KENMA

an awkward bean

“kenma,, can i sit on your lap??”

he pauses his game to direct his attention to you

“oh? but i’m playing rn tho..”

“it’s okay!!! i can sit on your lap while you play!! :DDD”

he hesitates before giving you a reply, furrowing his eyebrows in thought while looking away from you for a moment

“uh, are you sure you’re okay with that?”

you grin, “ofc it is!! are you not okay with it tho?”

tbh he just wants to make sure you’re comfortable with sitting on his lap as he play since he doesn’t want to bother you alot

but after reassuring him, he’ll adjust to his sitting position while shyly raising his arms for you to slide on top of his legs

blushes when your arms takes its’ place around his waist

“is that okay?” he murmurs as he burries his nose through your hair

you hum, “mmhmmm, comfortable~”

as soon as he hears that coming from you, he couldn’t help but smile as he relaxes in your arms

he also tries his best to minimize his movements during a hard level and he’s actually good at it

he’s gonna want to do this all the time

MATTSUN

loves to have you close to him all the time, so with you sitting on his lap kinda makes his play even more better

makki calls you a goddess cause everytime you’re there, they’d always win during their game sessions due to mattsun’s determination lmao he has no shame

now YOUR BOYFRIEND will be the one who’s going to ask you to sig on his lap

on a daily basis you’d be lying down on his bed as he plays on his computer

once this mf feels like he’ll be losing the game anytime he’ll go, “sweetie, can you come sit on my lap for a bit? i need to recharge”

and who are you to refuse free cuddles from your boyfriend

with that being said, he’ll pull you by your waist to land on top of him, your body situated between his arms which are stretched to reach the keyboard

he feels your slow breaths on his neck and he’s already smirking in confidence

“thanks baby, i owe you one.”

SUNA

it’s either you or him who initiated it first

and either way, the both of you will get the advantage anyway since your boyfriend is lowkey touch starved all the time

he lets you face the computer screen as you sit on his lap while his chin is hooked over your shoulder

teaches you how to play for one round and lets you play as he’s watching from behind

isn’t afraid to tease you when you mess up

he snorts, “you can’t even drive a vehicle properly…” “s-shut up!”

pls the smirk on his face

after teasing you, he’ll help by hovering your hands that are situated on the keyboard & mouse so he’d be the one in control

“now, watch carefully baby. this is how you properly do it” he murmurs next to your ear

KAGEYAMA

*angry keyboard smashing noises*

is too focused in playing the game to the point where he didn’t notice that you’re already sitting on his lap

so he pretty much will realize it only when he’s done playing a round

“wha- when did you get here?”

“tobio i literally-”

sometimes he gets too aggressive he’ll curse out loudly cause he forgets you’re sleeping on his lap

when you stir awake he’ll panic and lets out a quiet sorry

‘y/n is sleeping so i better keep my shit together or else they’ll wake up… but THIS FUC-’

IWAIZUMI

grumpy af but won’t take it out on you cause we all know he has a soft spot for you <3

as he’s smashing his fingers on the keyboard you approach him unexpectedly, going under his arms without a word

“o-oi, w-what-”

doesn’t finish his sentence cause he’s now a stuttering mess with you fully comfortable on his lap

“u-uh..”

please this is a new side of him and only YOU get to see it

“are you okay with me sitting on your lap, haji?”

“y-yeah, of course-”

kinda messes up for a bit cause he’s not really used to being clingy and all but it’s for sure he’s loving it

everytime he wins a around he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead while tugging you closer to him

yeah, he could get used to this

ATSUMU

grumbling noises while he’s muttering curses indirectly for osamu under his breath

that is until you came around

“oh, hey babe” he greets you as soon as he sees you entering the room

and there you went under his arms to sit on his lap and this mf already KNOWS what you’re doing

“hm? do ya miss me that much?”

hugs you closer with one arm as the other continues to occupy the video game

smushes his cheek on the side of your head as he’s pouting in concentration

he wins all rounds in victory

with a smirk, your boyfriend entangles his fingers with your hair, pulling your ear right next to his lips to lowly murmur,

“this is really nice. you should sit on my lap all the time baby, what do ya think?”

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #mattsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #suna rintaro #suna x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader

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tellerluna-stories · 3 years

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halo-halo dreams

PAIRING: xiao x reader

GENRE: domestic fluff!! reunions with good food (and perhaps an ice cream date?)

OTHER NOTES: halo-halo is a dessert served here in the Philippines!! its name literally means ‘mix-mix’. i wrote this bc i realised that hey halo-halo has leche flan in it and leche flan looks kinda like almond tofu,, what if we mixed the two,,,, anyways i don’t really eat halo-halo often but if someone ever actually does mix almond tofu n halo-halo I’m willing to try it!!!

TW/CW: n/a.

A/N: this is a belated bday gift for my beloved Tall Best Friend @starrymaidensthings !! she likes xiao and she likes halo-halo so naturally i was like mm yes let’s combine those two MUHAHAHA HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY

It was no secret that the Vigilant Yaksha did not care for mortal food— his opinion was always the same if he was asked about it. ‘I have no interest in mortal food. Cooking is tedious and the wait is long. The one thing I can manage to stomach is Almond Tofu.’

So when Xiao came to Verr Goldet asking for permission to use the kitchen of Wangshu Inn for a few days, she stared at him as if he’d grown a third eye.

“By all means, you may, but…”

The grim expression on his face discouraged her from asking any more questions, and she settled for asking, “Do you need any ingredients from the kitchen? Let me know so I can order them for you.”

“There is no need; I will provide my own ingredients.” Xiao bowed in thanks, his face and tone of voice absolutely unreadable. Without even a moment’s hesitation, he turned and walked off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Verr Goldet to marvel in shocked silence.

Suspicion began to sprout in the back of her mind, but she put it aside to process it later; she’d need more proof than the information she had now.

Not long after Xiao had left, Smiley Yanxiao ran out of the kitchen with a terrified expression on his face. “Boss… H-he…. in- in the kitchen……”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen him in the kitchen before.” She tried to reassure him, but the chef shook his head vigorously, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow.

“Yes, but this time it’s different.” Smiley Yanxiao crouched to whisper in Verr Goldet’s ear, his voice trembling with every word. “He’s going to cook.”

“What else would he use a kitchen for? Get back to work, before I deduct from your pay for slacking on business hours.” She irritably flapped a dish towel in his face, causing him to stumble back with a fit of outraged spluttering. “And don’t bother him— it must be important, if he was desperate enough to ask us for a favour.”

His initial superstitious terror was replaced with the true fear of not being able to pay the bills, and so Smiley Yanxiao dragged himself back to the kitchen with a gloomy expression, muttering under his breath of bad omens and great misfortune. With one with as little faith as he, one incident that happened outside of everyday routine was enough to shake him to the core.

“Well, I never.” Verr Goldet leaned back in her chair, glancing at the cat on her desk. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that Xiao’s gone and fallen in love… either that, or the world’s about to end.”

Wei gave an assertive meow in reply; Verr Goldet nodded in agreement, scratching the cat behind its ears. “We’ll just have to see which one it is, eh?”

Blissfully oblivious to the commotion that was going on outside, Xiao stood at the kitchen table with a piece of paper in hand. It showed some signs of wear and tear, having been folded and unfolded many times; but the ink of the writing was still vibrant and easy to read.

“Milk… red beans…. ube…?” He started to count on his fingers how many more ingredients were required. “So many ingredients needed for a seemingly simple dish.”

Smiley Yanxiao clumsily tiptoed into the kitchen in a hopeless attempt of going unnoticed— but against the battle instincts of an adeptus, the chef stood no chance.

Xiao glanced up as soon as he entered, and an awkward silence fell over the kitchen as Xiao and Yanxiao stared at each other.

“Do you know what these ingredients are, and where I can get them?” Xiao spoke suddenly, holding the paper towards Smiley Yanxiao.

As if the previous ordeal wasn’t enough, the chef was forced to read the entire thing while under Xiao’s watchful gaze; by the time he folded up the paper and returned it to the Yaksha, Smiley Yanxiao was trembling like a leaf.

“Although I’ve heard of most of them, these ingredients seem to be from a completely different region. It would be difficult to get these as we don’t even know if they’re in season or not… perhaps if we ask that adventurer who drops by here once in a while—“ The chef mustered a reply, trying desperately to conceal his trembling hands behind his back.

“That is of little consequence to me.” Xiao’s golden eyes flashed with something akin to motivation, his entire body tensing up slightly. “I said I would provide my own ingredients, and an adeptus does not go back on his word.”

He stalked out of the kitchen, leaving Smiley Yanxiao to comprehend what had just happened.

And so, for the next few days the staff of Wangshu Inn had to deal with the strange antics of the Vigilant Yaksha. He would appear out of the blue with his arms full of all sorts of weird and wonderful foodstuffs and then march into the kitchen without another word. Xiao would then stay in the kitchen for the rest of the day (or night, depending on what time he chose to show up), and then leave as soon as he was finished with what he was working on. Nobody was certain what it was— Xiao would immediately turn his body and cover what he was making if anyone dared to peek.

“What could he possibly be doing?” Smiley Yanxiao grumbled on the evening of the third day, aggressively taking out his frustrations on the eggs he was whisking. “I’ve been working in the same kitchen as him but I haven’t seen a single peep of whatever he’s making. He even makes sure to clean up whatever he leaves so that not a single trace is left.”

“You could stand to learn a thing or two from Xiao. At least he makes sure everything is clean before he finishes up.” Waving a spoon with leftover rice residue in the chef’s face, Verr Goldet clicked her tongue in distaste. “I am aware that I don’t pay you to wash the dishes, but at least try to keep a clean cooking environment for the sake of the guests.”

“He startled me the other evening when I was bringing up the supplies.” Huai’an remarked as he sorted ingredients into storage bins. “I didn’t see him when I was putting them away, so when I turned around he was standing there like a ghost.” The memory of seeing the glowing eyes of the Yaksha’s mask at night was enough to make him shudder, and Verr Goldet put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“But don’t you think it’s weird, though…” Smiley Yanxiao paused, his egg whisk poised mid-air. “He always thought cooking was a waste of time. What could’ve possibly made him change his mind…?”

No matter how wild their imaginations were, the staff of Wangshu Inn could not picture the scenario that had brought about the strange circumstances they were now faced with. Silence settled over the kitchen as they pondered what could’ve brought about this change, and this somber atmosphere carried over for the next few days.

——

In reality, the reason behind Xiao’s sudden change of heart was quite trivial— in his own opinion, at least.

It had started one cool afternoon, when the leaves had begun to change colours and the wind blew colder than it had before. The two of you stood together atop the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn, enjoying the beautiful day— well, that was what you were doing. According to Xiao himself, he was watching over the land of Liyue; the fact that all his attention was wholly focused on you was a mere coincidence.

“Summer’s almost over…” You remarked as you leaned against the railing of the balcony. “There goes the perfect weather for eating cold desserts.”

“…When the snow is thick enough, we can eat it.”

“Ah, no. Not like that, Xiao— I don’t want you to have to ever eat snow again.” You waved your hands vigorously, alarm evident in your face. “When I said cold desserts, I was thinking of a certain kind of dessert where I’m from…”

You paused, and a strange look crossed your face— a mixture of longing and fondness, with perhaps a little bit of homesickness mixed in. “…It would’ve been nice to eat it with you in such good weather.”

Though Xiao supposedly did not care for the affairs of mortals, he found himself asking, “What is it like?”

“Oh, it’s delicious.” You clasped your hands together in joyous reverie, eyes shining with memories of the sweet treat. “The kind of ingredients change depending on who’s preparing it, but the usual ingredients are things like banana, nata de coco, monggo beans, ube ice cream, leche flan—“

Xiao raised a hand before you could proceed any further with the ever-growing list. “I do not know half of the things of which you speak. If there are going to be any more, just write down the recipe and spare yourself the words.”

“Straight to the point as always. But that’s a good idea- wait, hang on, I have some spare paper.” Your voice trailed off as you scribbled quickly on the little scrap of paper. “You know when I think about it, this could work well with your almond tofu. I should try mixing the two together when I have time…. Here you go.”

Pressing the neatly folded slip into his palm, a soft smile formed on your lips as you closed his fingers over the paper. “Thank you, Xiao.”

Thank you? Why were you thanking him?

“Around this time of the year, I often find myself missing home more and more often. But…” A wry chuckle escaped your lips. “Talking with you has made the homesickness a little easier to bear. Weird, isn’t it?”

“But somehow…” You turned to look at the faraway mountains, a dreamy expression on your face. “You feel like home away from home, Xiao.”

Conqueror of evil, devourer of dreams, protector of Liyue— Xiao had been given many names and titles, both good and bad, and he had accepted them all as they came. They all struck fear into the hearts of those who heard of him, and he had thought it was fine that way. All the more people would distance themselves from him and the karmic debt he had collected over the centuries.

But to be called ‘home away from home’— to be someone who you could find comfort in, even miles away from your homeland…

He was so lost in thought he didn’t realise that he had been staring; you cleared your throat and hid your face in the crook of your arm, trying to hide the slight flush in your cheeks. “…Well, uh— I have to go.”

“Is it already time for you to leave?” The words were out of his mouth before Xiao even realised it.

“Yep. Time flies, huh?” You sighed reluctantly as you slung your bag onto your shoulder. “I’ve got to go somewhere and I might not visit for a while. But hey, who knows— maybe next time I’ll have mastered the fusion of almond tofu and halo-halo. Be my taste-tester then, okay?”

A strange feeling gnawed inside him at the idea of parting so soon- not yet, he wanted to say. He wanted the time to stop in that very moment. Not yet, not yet, not yet.

“I’ll be back soon, Xiao.” You smiled at him fondly, giving his shoulder a firm pat in reassurance. “I already know the drill— call your name if I need help, right?”

“…Come home safe.” He said quietly.

Your eyes began to sparkle in surprise, and the smile on your face grew even wider than before.

“…I will.”

Like the wind that carries autumn leaves to faraway places, you were gone, leaving Xiao with a promise that he knew you would keep.

But even though he had lived hundreds of years, Xiao found that the days spent without you passed more slowly than he recalled them to be. When the sun rose, Xiao found himself thinking of whether you were awake to watch it with him, and when the moon came out he wondered if you were sleeping well.

He tried to distract himself by throwing himself wholly into his duties, and for a while that seemed to work. But the feeling of restlessness grew only stronger with each passing day, and the sun and moon started to become eyesores to look at, for they only reminded Xiao of how much more time he would have to spend without you. In fact, had it not been for the fact that it would’ve been far below his station to do so, he was sorely tempted to shake his spear at the celestial bodies and tell them off with some… choice words.

Then one day an idea occurred to him, one far more beneficial than cursing out the sun and moon for circumstances that they had no control over. Xiao had been sitting at his usual table in Wangshu Inn, listlessly poking at the plate of almond tofu in front of him as he read the little paper in his palm for what must have been the thousandth time.

“Home away from home…” He murmured quietly— and that was when the idea had struck.

It was a simple, wild idea that Xiao would never have even dared to dream of under ordinary circumstances; but in that regard you had his restless state to thank. A strange recklessness and impatience had taken root, and the Yaksha’s usual self-loathing was completely overwhelmed by the feeling of missing you.

It couldn’t be that difficult, now could it?

Xiao marched into the kitchen without even a second thought (after receiving permission, of course), solely focused on one goal and one alone. Ingredients were later procured with the help of Madame Ping and Yanfei (though the latter had asked many bothersome questions about what he was going to do with them), and what couldn’t be found was substituted with local specialties. He had even taken notes on the cooking procedures of the young chef from Wanmin Restaurant when she braved through Jueyun Karst for ingredients— though Xiao admittedly opted to skip a few of her outlandish practices.

Thus armed with a fruit knife and a long-handled spoon, the Vigilant Yaksha faced the fiercest battle of his life in the kitchen against the trial and error of making a dessert he had never even seen, let alone tasted. But each time Xiao failed, his resolve only grew stronger— it was as if each failed attempt would bring you closer, and the day he mastered it was the day you would finally come home to him.

——

Almost two weeks after his initial dive into the culinary arts, Xiao finally produced something that he could look at and deem presentable enough for his own standards of perfection.

He sighed wearily, pulling out a chair and resting his head on the kitchen table; the hardest part of making it had been transporting the snow directly from Dragonspine. Even with the help of Madame Ping, it had taken Xiao many melted pots of snow to figure out the most efficient route back. But today he had had the good fortune to encounter the little herb-gatherer of Bubu Pharmacy on the way back, and she had kindly kept the snow frozen till they had to part ways— Xiao made a mental note to gather some herbs later to give to her in thanks.

Briefly, he admired his handiwork; a scoop of purple yam ice cream sat on a pile of clean white snow and milk, surrounded by colorful jellies and red beans. The medley of colours contrasted with the milky white of his signature almond tofu in a manner that was pleasing to the eye— with purple from the ube ice cream, scarlet red beans, golden brown from the flan and the ripe yellow of the mango, the dessert was very festive and colourful, much like your personality. Perhaps he could understand why you were so enthusiastic about this dessert.

“It doesn’t look… terrible.” Xiao remarked, nudging the handle of the spoon with his finger.

It was only too bad that he couldn’t give it to you.

That one thought was enough to sour his good mood, and Xiao momentarily considered going through with the idea of taking his frustration out by yelling at the sun- but he was too worn out.

With a muffled groan, he buried his face in his arms. He’d eat the halo-halo later— it would be a waste of effort to just let it melt.

How many more days of waiting?

“Xiao.“ Like the sound of a distant flute, a familiar voice brought him back to the present. “Xiao.”

Someone must be calling for my help, he thought dimly.

Xiao raised his head and blinked owlishly, then immediately froze upon seeing the person in front of him.

You grinned at him, your eyes sparkling in a way that they never had before. “I’m home, Xiao.”

Had it not been for the fact that his dreams were mostly horrific flashbacks to his time at war, Xiao would’ve thought he was dreaming.

Before he could say anything, your attention was immediately drawn to the dish on the table. “Is that—?”

You unslung your bag and slid into the chair across from him, pulling the glass towards you with gentle fingertips. “Xiao, did you- did you make this?”

Xiao could only muster a vague grunt in affirmation.

“I didn’t even tell you how halo-halo was supposed to look like, yet you replicated it almost perfectly…” You murmured, an look of absolute wonder on your face. “Did you suddenly decide to change your career to being a chef? Was I gone that long?”

“What- no.” He retorted. “This is something I made for no reason. I have no need for eating, so you… you may have it, I suppose.”

“For no reason, I see…” You nodded sagely, obviously not buying his excuse. “But just for the record, I want you to know that I missed you too.”

All the pent-up tension in him melted away like snow- you missed him too? You had missed him?

Your spoon mixed the dessert together almost rhythmically, acting as a beat to the tune of your voice. “I missed you a lot, although it’s a little embarrassing to admit it aloud.” You looked up to give him a sheepish grin. “Even if it was fun to go around and meet new people, I couldn’t stop thinking of you— eugh, wait, that sounds so cliche.”

Hastily, you shoved a spoonful of halo-halo in your mouth before you could say anything even more embarrassing.

Xiao’s heart leapt into his throat. “How… how does it taste?”

You closed your eyes as you chewed, savoring the flavours in deep concentration. “It’s sweet. Not too much and not too little— just the perfect amount. However…”

Beckoning Xiao to lean closer, an unreadable expression twisted your face. He prepared himself to hear the worst; that it was disgusting, it looked strange, he had used spoiled milk— all the worst possible scenarios filled his mind.

But instead of the harsh reprimand he was expecting, a warm whisper breezed into his ear as you murmured, “I still don’t think it’s as sweet as you, Xiao.”

Eh…?

His mind went completely blank, unable to process what he had just heard. A strange warmth filled his chest and rose to his face- could he be—?

“Are you blushing?” Your voice took on a more playful lilt. “Come on, I only told you the absolute truth.”

Xiao ducked his head in an attempt to hide from your observant eyes, but it was too late; you had already seen the faint blush creeping up his face and neck. You giggled slightly, presumably at his unusually shy behaviour.

“It’s a nice day to eat halo-halo outside, Xiao.” In one fluid movement you caught his hand up in yours, swinging it back and forth slightly as you grinned at him. “Shall we go upstairs? It would taste better if we ate it together.”

He could only nod dumbly in reply, his thoughts in complete disarray and distraction at the sight of your smiling face.

——

Peeping from around the corner, Smiley Yanxiao, Huai’an and Verr Goldet had somehow miraculously escaped detection as they spied upon- er, observed the exchange between you and Xiao.

“It’s all coming together now,” Verr Goldet muttered. Her hunch had been right all along, but she still couldn’t help but feel absolutely blown out of the water by this revelation. “I had an idea when their visits started to sync up a little too often, but I still can’t believe I was right…”

“Ah, young love.” Huai’an slipped an arm around his wife’s shoulders, giving her a light squeeze. “Reminds me of how we were when I first started courting you.”

Smiley Yanxiao said nothing, but his slack-jawed expression was all he needed to express his shock. The three of them exchanged glances among each other and silently tiptoed away, leaving the couple to enjoy the time they had with each other.

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backdoortowonderland · 2 years

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lyric prompt ↠ “i'm sure that I would like her. if i were slightly nicer.”

the act’s performers ↠ seonghwa x f!reader (professional volleyball player au); slightly wooyoung x f!reader

wc ↠ 3.6k

genre ↠ angst angst angst!

warnings ↠ profanity, suggestive, toxic family, reader is lowkey depressed, manipulation, mentions of harassment/abuse, blood, mentions of a dead rodent (pls lmk if i missed anything).

a/n ↠ omg idk what to say. but wow I was in a mood. and this is a product of that mood.... AHHH. anyway let me know what ya’ll think hahaha

“is that... oh fuck it is.”

just as your lazy eyelids travelled from your phone to the entrance of the restaurant, your friend cursed at himself internally for voicing his curiosity. it appeared that the snowy draft had swept in a group of familiar faces, though it was only one person in the crowd that had your teeth clenching unwillingly.

park seonghwa.

the last person you wanted to see in your gloomy state today. and the last person you had ever wanted to see with some random girl, stuck to his waist.

suddenly aware of the chapped state of your lips, your tongue trailed against them as a hollow laugh crawled up your throat.

it had been five months since you broke up with him. and as time trickled on by, your sheets lost his flowery scent, your skin lost any bearings of his affection, and yet your heart still reacted instantly to the sound of his laughter. the fluttering sensation more akin to the stinging associated with a bee bite, rather than the gentle caress of a butterfly.

before his gaze can catch yours, you roll your eyes then shift your attention to your loud mouthed friend.

“you don’t have to tip toe around the subject. i’m over it.”

“are you though?” daniel pushes back at you, his eyebrows raising together to indicate his disbelief. “because if i was in love with someone for a year, i don’t think i’d be over it in 5 months.”

instead of responding to his question, you placed your elbow against the table before resting your cheek against your palm. the other two individuals sat at your table stared at you with wide eyes, unsure whether to add onto daniel’s commentary.

“she looks cute, doesn’t she?” no longer concerned with the awkwardness of eye contact, you allowed your y/e/c irises to settle back onto the group, easily fishing out the starring couple of the evening.

“yeah, she looks like the type of girl too scared to talk unless someone holds her hand.” changbin offers the perspective with heavy distaste, and it’s almost enough to bring a smile to your mouth.

“he probably fucking loves it. she looks like a real fucking vanilla bean.” the bizarre comparison is accompanied by a bitter taste, and you can’t help but think that this was symbolism at its finest.

“fuck vanilla! spice is where it’s at!” daniel declares, shoving his beer glass into the air as if his words were a joyful cheer. changbin joins him without missing a beat, raising his own glass before a small ‘clink’ can be heard.

“we can go, y/n. we don’t have to stay here, you know?” felix breaks his silence, leaning across the table with worry clouding his dark eyes. while the three of you were focused on the group sat across from you, felix was observing you. he could see the underlying heartache that placed stress around your shoulders, and how your intoxicated mind was undoubtedly spiralling with harmful thoughts.

what if he never really cared? what if he knew the truth about your breakup? what if the entire thing was a lie?

is that why it was so easy to move on?

“you know, I bet I would have liked her,”

the defeated smile stretching across your mouth causes the three boys to fall still. to a stranger, it would have appeared bright, consuming and perhaps, enticing - but they could see the way it was a facade. one that was threatening to dismantle any second now.

“if only I were slightly nicer.”

for the following five seconds no one dares to speak. the next sound comes from your palms hitting the table as you sit up. determination rips through your entire body, but you’re not going to cause a scene.

no. that wasn’t the plan at all.

but the noise is loud enough to finally draw his attention towards you. or at least, you think this is the first time he has noticed you. his gentle eyes are fixed on yours, and a mixture of emotions cause nausea to fill inside your stomach. his eyes flashed with concern...then hurt, and then... love.

and of course you know it’s love, because you spent countless hours curled against him, staring into those beautiful fucking eyes.

and the way he was looking at you now was enough to strip you of your remaining sanity.

“i’m taking home someone tonight. don’t wait for me.” you mumble the words to your friends, fishing out a few bills - enough to cover everyone’s costs - before throwing them onto the table. you heard the protests from your friends, and the sound of scuffling. but before anyone could reach you, you were already outside, inhaling the icy air that calmed your nerves.

inside of the restaurant, seonghwa was anything but calm. every inch of his body begged him to follow after you, despite the fact another girl was sat directly beside him. a girl who was far too timid to inquire into what just happened. hongjoong shot his best friend a sympathetic look, though guilt was chewing away at his insides this whole time.

because the only reason seonghwa wasn’t running after you was because you had broken up with him. and the only reason you broke up with him was because hongjoong asked you to.

five months ago -

“i’m sorry come again?” a humourless expression molded your features as you stared at hongjoong incredibly. “because i know for a fucking fact you didn’t just tell me to break up with hwa.”

when hongjoong invited himself over one evening, you thought it was strange but paid no mind to the little voice in your head. maybe he wanted to plan something for seonghwa, or maybe he needed your help with something. there were a dozen of scenarios that you conjured up. but none of them were this. you never thought seonghwa’s best friend would be asking you to break his heart.

“y/n... i hate myself for doing this. but the coach...” the black haired male looked so desperate - helpless. he despised himself more than you would ever know for asking this of you. “he’s going to let him go if you don’t.”

the gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on you, but you still found yourself caught in a laugh. because how fucking cruel was this?

“so, if i don’t leave him, he’s going to lose his future, huh? and if i stay with him, i can potentially fuck up your team’s future too, hm? is that it?” you trailed your index finger over your bottom lip, lightly removing the colour as you threw your head back. it was easier to look straight at the ceiling when liquid was threatening to brew any second in your eyes.

“y/n, i’m so sorry.” hongjoong chokes out the words with his palms pressed together, it was though he was praying to you for your forgiveness even before any sin was committed.

“guess it’s only fair that my father fuck up only my future, and not yours.” another round of laughter falls from your lips. and as you drop fully onto your mattress, with your palm over your face, you find it hard to breathe.

because the only person who kept you sane this entire time was him. when your father was arrested, and the news outlets refused to leave your front lawn. he was always there, his presence providing you a tranquility you would never have the privilege to feel again.

but you would do it, of course. sacrifice your own happiness for him. because when you told him he deserved the world, you meant it. and you would never do anything to jeopardize that.

two minutes go by, and seonghwa cannot stop his staring match with the front door. at the table you once occupied, your friends were hurriedly slipping into their coats and hats, hoping to catch you before you ran too far.

the agony he saw in your eyes had his heart in a lose-lose battle. he can’t comfort you because you aren’t his to comfort. he can’t call after you, because you made your decision to leave. but god, he’s so close to not caring.

he doesn’t care if he looks pathetic, just as long as he can make you feel okay for even one more second. because no amount of time will dim his love for you.

you didn’t notice it, but he was struggling to keep his eyes off of you. you missed the brief panic in his expression when he saw you - how it was only when he recognized those around you, that the heat in his heart simmered. it was unfair of course, to hate the thought of seeing you with someone else, when he agreed to a date with the girl beside him.

but it was different, right?

you let him go.

you. let. him. go.

and he never understood why.

“seonghwa.”

hongjoong’s low voice startled him, but he nodded without much thought.

“we need to talk.”

the pair exited the table together before making a beeline to the backside of the restaurant. seonghwa wore a puzzled expression as hongjoong fiddled with the ends of his sleeves. he wondered what exactly had his best friend on the verge of tears - did he miss something?

and as soon as hongjoong began confessing to the one thing plaguing his mind for the last five months, seonghwa stumbled back, his knees threatening to give out any second. the missing piece from the puzzle had arrived, and he couldn’t be more angry with himself.

he should have demanded a proper explanation when you broke up with him. he should have fought you harder. he should have noticed how devastated hongjoong looked whenever he mentioned your name.

and as seonghwa battled himself mentally, you were already settled comfortably into the bar a few streets away. after downing another drink, your eyes roamed the crowded space for a pretty face, someone potentially worth your time.

the little voice in your head warns you that this isn’t you - but you only reply to it with a shrug.

“wow! you look like you could use a distraction.”

tilting your head to the side, your teeth captured your bottom lip as a smile slowly warmed your visage. it was impossible to not smile at the male claiming the seat beside you, especially when he radiated a comforting energy you were desperate for.

“jung wooyoung, what a fucking surprise.” you adjusted yourself on the stool until your body was mostly facing your former schoolmate.

the male brushed his fingers through his black hair, drawing the strands away from his forehead with a low chuckle escaping his throat. while his presence proved to be a surprise to you, he was the one who was originally stunned when you entered the bar. from the fact you were alone, he knew something was up. he had seen your snapchat posts earlier, so where were your friends now?

a few more minutes of observation led him to the conclusion something had occurred - and now, you were looking for someone to satisfy your need to escape reality.

at first he debated approaching you, because there was no way he wanted to be your one night stand. but the idea of you ending up with the wrong person had him on his feet in seconds.

he would swallow his little crush on you for now, and approach you as a friend only.

“i hope it’s a good surprise, right?” wooyoung nudged you playfully with his elbow, before signaling the bartender over. “you need a refill? i’m buying tonight.” the way he lifts an eyebrow has your heart racing madly, and you have to wonder if it’s the alcohol laced into your bloodstream that is at fault for your sudden attraction to him.

“what’s the occasion?” you question back, leaning the slightest bit forward, in hope to provoke the male.

wooyoung gulped unconsciously at the limited distance between you two, before casting his gaze aside.

he was only your friend tonight. he had to remain your friend.

“what? i can’t treat my friend to a drink?” he teases back, with a shaky laugh.

his use of the word “friend” forced you to groan. because fuck, you didn’t need another friend. you needed a spark - a newfound romance. something that authors would die to write about. you needed an all consuming love if you were ever to move on from him.

the dirty blonde who was currently spamming your phone and searching nearby restaurants for you.

seonghwa’s cheeks were swollen from the liquid spilling from his eyes when he found your friends. it didn’t take them long to realize that the truth was out. the four of them vowed to find you before you made a decision you would regret, keeping in touch through a quick group chat initiated by felix.

daniel is the one who finds you first, and despite the scene playing out ahead of him, he tells seonghwa where you are. for the last thirty minutes, you were pushing heavily against wooyoung’s resolve. from the flirty remarks to the way your fingers trailed over the chain around his neck. he was going insane.

and he was perhaps a minute from breaking when he sees your ex saunter into the bar, his skin flushed from the brutal weather outside. he was beginning to understand the reason you were desperate for love tonight.

wooyoung inhaled a breath, before motioning behind you with his chin. the least he could do was give you a heads-up for what was to come.

“y/n...”

before you could inquire into what he was motioning to, you heard another voice call your name. and you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. even if years had passed, you would never forget his voice, or how soft your name sounded falling from his lips.

the energy it takes to turn to face him is astronomical, and it leaves you feeling empty and torn.

“hi seonghwa. what can i do for you?” the alcohol makes it easier to appear flamboyant, but the tears blurring his vision makes it rather hard to maintain your bad girl act.

“can we talk please?”

“where’s your pretty new girlfriend?”

wooyoung shifts awkwardly in his seat, unsure whether to leave or to stay. being caught directly in the middle of a lovers quarrel was not on his bucket list for the night.

“y/n, I think i should go.” wooyoung apologetically offered, his fingers already reaching for his wallet. because while he couldn’t provide you with the distraction you needed, he would at least pay for your drinks.

you wanted to protest his words, but you knew it wouldn’t be fair. sinking your teeth into the inside of your cheek, you turned your attention back towards your former classmate with guilt weighing on your eyelids. “thank you for joining me tonight... i’m glad i ran into you instead of someone else.”

wooyoung smiled at your words, nodding once in understanding before placing a few bills on the counter. “i’m glad too. stay in touch, okay?”

and with that, wooyoung jumped off the bar stool, exiting the tense scene with a heavy sigh threatening to depart.

maybe in another life you would be his. but in this one...? it was clear who your soulmate was. and it wasn’t him.

“seonghwa. please just go.” stretching your arms out against the cold surface of the counter, you resisted the urge to drop your head.

“i won’t.” his voice was barely above of whisper, but it was firm. he should have fought you when you initiated your breakup speech. however, there was no way to rectify his past mistakes. all he could do was change the future.

his future. your future.

“please don’t try to protect me.”

the bizarreness of his plea brought a scoff to lift from your burning throat.

“i don’t need you to protect me. not when it’s only hurting us both.” his fingers were itching to brush against your puffy cheeks, a side-effect of the amount of alcohol you had consumed, but he remained grounded, instructing himself to refrain from making any moves that would further unsettle you.

but it was too late for that.

because how dare he claim that the both of you were hurting - when he was the one moving on so easily. you couldn’t bring yourself to date another person. you couldn’t even fucking flirt unless intoxicated. but there he was, with that pretty little doll.

an emotionless melody is exhaled as you jump off the seat and roughly take his hand in yours.

“fucking fine. lets go talk, hm?”

as you dragged him through the bar, you had to force yourself not to fall prey to the freshly awoken butterflies that were singing in joy at the physical contact. it had been so long since you last touched him, and you hated how you were now reminded of how perfectly his hand fit yours.

once you were outside, you released your hold for your own sanity, and then took three steps away from him. it was only when the harsh weather met your skin did you realize you forgot your jacket inside. but just as you were prompt to forget your own protection from the weather, seonghwa was quick to realize it - scooping off the garment when you were already tugging him along.

when you noticed the jacket in his hand, your heart did a flip, because it was just so like him. he always noticed things you didn’t, or remembered stuff you forgot. that was what made you secretly resent him. because if he was so hyper aware of everything, why didn’t he realize why you let him go?

“it’s cold.” seonghwa offered out the jacket, as if it were a peace offering. and if it wasn’t fucking freezing outside, you would have rejected it.

“yeah no shit.” rolling your eyes, you accepted the item before happily entering into it. the satisfaction on your face clearly demonstrated your gratitude but you still found yourself mumbling a thank you.

seonghwa’s features morphed into a pained expression upon hearing your gratitude, because he felt he didn’t deserve it. you were ready to go above and beyond for him, and all he could do was make sure you weren’t cold.

“y/n... i didn’t know until today about what happened. hongjoong... he told me what the coach said. part of me wants to scream at him for putting you in that position, but... this was also my fault too.” raking his fingers roughly through his hair, his attention averted to the snow covered cement below. “i should have realized it. and it’s no excuse but a part of me thought i deserved it. that i wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, and that you could find better.”

you had to inhale a long breath of air to keep yourself from spewing out a bitter response. because there were many things you could say about his proposition - how it was bullshit, how no one would have treated you better or how even if you could find better, you didn’t want it. you just wanted him.

“what i’m saying is, i.. fucked up. majorly. and whatever happened with your dad, it has nothing to do with you. or me. or us.” another round of tears had begun brewing inside of his eyes, and he’s wasn’t sure if he could hold them back.

“oh please. who are you lying to?” curling your fingers inwards, your fingers dug into your palm as you shook your head. “did you know that i had to legally change my last name, seonghwa? yeah. because no one would hire me once they realized who i was.”

his eyes widened in a manner that communicated both shock and rage. whenever he asked daniel how you were, he always said “good” or “great”. And he didn’t want to push the subject, in fear that it would upset you. but it was beginning to dawn on him just how much you were suffering these last five months.

the guilt now lacing into the mix of emotions only fueled the fire in your veins.

“oh you think that’s bad? how about having to move because people keep leaving fucked up shit at your door. like a bucket of blood. or a dead rodent?” it’s impossible to control the salty substance now parading down your cheeks. because while you were protecting him from the world, no one was protecting you.

“y/n... i’m so sorry.”

by now, you were both caught in a sob. and seonghwa could no longer hold himself back from doing the one thing he wanted to do since he saw you today. removing the distance between your bodies, he curled an arm around your waist before gingerly leading your face to his chest.

maybe if you weren’t incredibly intoxicated you would have fought him off. maybe you would have told him to go fuck himself.

but you were intoxicated, and there was no denying how much you missed him. so you let him hold you, and whisper promises into your hair. weakly placing your arms around him, you allowed your senses to be overwhelmed by him.

you could permit yourself this one moment of weakness.

because the tiny voice in your head knows, that come tomorrow...

you’ll have to let go.

and you’ll always let go.

because while he may be your soulmate, you were not his.

#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa x you #seonghwa #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez seonghwa

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lovely-jily · 3 years

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potions and locked closets

hey!! sorry this is such a long fic BUT i just wanted to say that i’m also working on this same fic but from lily’s pov lmk if you’d want that:))) thanks and i love you all so freakin much <3

James tried to steady his breathing. His heart was already beating too quickly for his liking, and he hadn't even seen her yet. He was already surprised that she agreed to be his partner; they both know that it would likely be another hour of pointless bickering but nonetheless. Lily Evans had agreed to partner with James for their weekly project Slughorn had assigned. She finally said yes to something.

"Fine," she had said after he asked her, following it up with, "But I'll undoubtedly need help with Transfiguration this week, so if you swear to help me, then I suppose we can partner."

In all honesty, James wasn't having too much trouble with his Elixer to Induce Euphoria, but he just wanted an excuse for Lily to be with him. And maybe if she saw that he had matured at least a little bit, it would make her start to tolerate him.

If that were even possible.

The dungeons were decently empty, but Lily had intentionally reserved the potions room in advance so no one else would be around. Meaning they would be completely and totally alone.

When he walked into the room, she was fiddling with the size of the fire under the cauldron. She was at the desk she usually sat in, the second row to the left, with her back to him.

"Evening Evans," He said, setting his bag on the table and standing next to her, "I see you've started already."

"Well, I actually want a good score on this," She exhaled through her mouth and flipped through her Potions book, her dainty fingers lingering on the words "Elixer to Induce Euphoria".

"I'm right there with you," he said, rolling up his sleeves. He watched Lily's eyes dart from his arms back to her textbook. From what James could see, she already gathered the ingredients and had them neatly organised in front of them.

"Alright, you can start by skinning these then?" She said, swiftly handing him the Shrivelfigs.

"Got it," he noted the way her eyes darted up to his for a second when she was handing him the Shrivelfigs, their skin touching momentarily. While it was only a second, it was long enough to cause James to hitch his breath in an all too noticeable way.

He started skinning the flower, trying to ignore the way her perfume smelled or the curve of her jaw. She tied her hair up in a low ponytail, pulling out tiny wispy hairs that framed her face. He chastised himself for the dirty thoughts that followed, but, Jesus, he couldn't help his want to do the most unholy things to her when she did that.

She started working on porcupine quills as he attempted to pull himself together.

"I wish we got Amortentia."

James took a sharp inhale, resulting in him coughing on his own spit. She, Lily Evans, the same Lily Evans who insisted she hated every fibre of his being every day since they were twelve, wanted to make a love potion with him- James! James Potter! As in the same James Potter that she would shoot daggers at any excuse, the boy she would scold any second she could, the boy-

"It's just so much more of a challenge compared to this one," she finished.

Right. Of course. That's why Lily wanted to make that potion, no other reason, as much as James wanted there to be.

"At least we didn't get Felix Felicis. That takes a while," He ignored the feeling of his heart sinking and his stomach twisting as he finished up the Shrivelfigs. He should've known that was the reason, but he couldn't help but innocently jump to conclusions with her.

"What did Amortentia smell like for you?" She asked, causing James to start jumping to conclusions again.

How do I answer this honestly without giving away the fact that I smelled her?"

"Fresh bread, rain, and- uh- my mother's shampoo," He mentally kicked himself for bringing up his mother, but it was the quickest thing he could think of on the spot, "What about you?"

She sighed, stirring in the quills, "The ocean, my mum's hot chocolate and a cologne of some kind, but I couldn't place where that one was from."

A pang of jealousy beat along with James's heart as he thought about her smelling another lads cologne. Whoever he was, he was a prick.

She shook her head quickly as she seemed to panic for a moment, hastily saying, "Anyways, I'm sure it doesn't matter."

She fiddled with the ladle, brushing the few hairs out of her face. Her cheeks were bright red.

"You alright there, Evans?" He asked as he turned to look at her. He swallowed what felt like all his dignity and pride but was actually just the extra spit that always was around with Lily.

"Just fine," She cleared her throat and handed him the Sopophorous beans, not looking at him, "Would love it if you could start working on these, though."

"Got it," he mumbled as he started dicing the beans.

"No, Potter," His heart lightened a little at the sound of his name in her voice, even if it was to chastise him, "Those are far too small. They'll dissolve too quickly."

"What do you mean, this is how Slughorn does it-"

"Slughorn always cuts things too small, but he makes up for it by moving a little quicker-"

"Well, that's stupid. What kind of a teacher-"

"James," She looked up at him, sighing, and despite her exhausted expression, his lungs lifted immensely at the sound of his first name. She never used his first name.

"Yes, Evans?"

"Could you perhaps go find more in the Potions closet? I think it'll just make things a lot easier."

"Got it."

The closet was cluttered, full of misplaced ingredients from students whose first priority clearly wasn't organisation. After a solid minute of staring at the mess, he called her in to help him.

"What do you mean 'Can't find them'- I just saw them," she huffed, shoving herself next to him in the tight space. James would be lying if he said he didn't do this on purpose but let the boy live. He would take any excuse to be in close proximity to the girl.

"Not sure how anyone could find anything in here. I feel bad for the poor bloke who has to clean this during detention," He said, hands on his hips as she stood in front of him, green eyes scanning the shelves. The closet door closed behind her, and while they weren't any closer than they were by the desks, it almost felt like she was right on top of him. It was taking his total concentration to not think about shoving her against the door and having a long-awaited snog.

"It'll probably be Sirius," she said, glancing at him, a smirk on her face.

He chuckled as he looked at the messy shelves, suddenly shy from her eye contact, "Probably. Maybe we should leave him a note."

They faced each other, her back towards the door and his towards the shelves of messy ingredients. There was just enough room between them for her to fold her arms against her chest, her smile making James's lungs feel extra airy, "Or we can charm the Wolfsbane to fall off every time he tries to put it away."

James laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at her. Their faces were only inches apart, and his heart was beating so hard he was worried she could feel it.

"You know, for such a stickler for rules, you're quite creative with pranks."

She smirked, "I've learned that you can get away with a lot more if you aren't so obnoxious about it."

James let out a fake, dramatised gasp, "You?! A Prefect breaking rules?"

She just shrugged, a smirk still painted on her face. James took a second to look at her, feeling fortunate that not only was he was in the potions closet with her, but she had chosen to carry a conversation with him. This friendly banter was still a little rare, even though they had been getting a little closer lately. Since the incident at the end of fifth year, roughly nine months ago, James decided to get his act together. Mainly for the sake of Lily, but also the threat of war was becoming more than just rumours, and he knew that a war was no place for an immature bully like himself. He was not a person that he- or really anyone- was proud of, and he wasn't okay with that.

James was about to say something when her eyes lit up at something behind his head.

"There it is!" She said and reached her arm out to grab something just next to his ear.

Under normal circumstances, James would've been disappointed that she found it because it probably meant that his time in a closet with her, the girl he's wanted to shag since he had first laid eyes on her, was now over.

However, when Lily reached forward to grab whatever they were looking for (James had since forgotten. Other things had occupied his mind the past couple of minutes), she had subconsciously pressed her body up against his. In a panic, James put his hands on her waist. They both looked at each other with panicked eyes when they realised what was going on, faces close enough that James felt her heavy exhale as she attempted to catch her breath. Her eyes darted to his lips as he was suddenly aware of how naked they felt without hers on them. He instinctively bit them.

James cleared his throat and politely turned his head away from her, trying to reduce the awkwardness.

"Er-Um-Sorry," He said, taking his hands off her waist and shoving his hands into his pockets. Lily's hand was still grasping the beans behind him, and she was staring at him, seemingly debating something. Feeling shy and awkward as she studied his face, James was staring at her left earlobe, noticing the freckle resting next to her small pearl earring.

"Don't worry about it," She mindlessly whispered, still looking intently at him. She seemed to be deep in thought and was not thinking about the words she was saying.

James was just surprised she wasn't showing any signs of being uncomfortable. He would've guessed that she would be yelling at him by now.

"So-uh- I guess we should get-" James cleared his throat as he reached for the door handle behind her. He was nervous under Lily's stare and was having a hard time keeping composure. He wasn't sure what she was thinking, and that honestly bothered him more than if she was yelling at him. At least he knew how she felt then, but he was entirely in the dark right now, "We should get going. The potion's probably been simmering for too long."

Lily blinked and shook her head as if leaving a deep trance. Suddenly embarrassed and blushing, she nodded her head and cleared her throat.

"Right," She said as James tried the door handle.

It didn't move.

He tried it again.

Nothing.

"Well, shit," James said, trying to jiggle the door handle again with both hands despite knowing it wouldn't work. She probably thought he did this on purpose (Which wouldn't be a terribly bad idea if James wasn't so afraid of her), "It's locked."

Lily's eyes widened in a panic, and she promptly turned around, trying the door handle for herself. When it inevitably didn't work, she turned back around and sighed as she leaned against the door, looking up. She groaned and brushed the hair out of her face.

"I forgot that Slughorn keeps it locked," She said, still huffing, "Normally, it doesn't matter because he just keeps it open, but..."

James felt his pockets for his wand and remembered he left it on the desk, "You haven't got your wand, do you?"

Lily looked down as she felt her own pockets, looking back up as she shook her head.

It was then, at the sight of a dishevelled Lily Evans, that James realised that he was locked in a closet with her, and he had a hard time remembering why this was such a bad thing. He tried to shove out the thoughts that entered at the way she looked dishevelled and breathing heavily. The things he would do to be the one making her look like that...

"Sorry, Evans. I feel partially responsible for this predicament," He shook his head, trying to regain self-control. What was he thinking? This was Lily Evans he was thinking about. The girl who never failed to let him know just how much she wanted to strangle him at any given moment.

She said nothing, instead resumed studying his face. He sheepishly messed up his hair, unsure what to do with his body under her gaze.

"Oh, Christ, James," She said in annoyance, biting her lip softly.

"What did I do? I didn't know about the lock!" James said defensively, finding it odd that she was just now getting mad at him.

She rolled her eyes and just looked at him.

"Fuck it," She said, and before James could form a confused expression, her hands were pulling his neck forward, and her lips were being slammed against his.

"What the fuck?" James said, shock widening his eyes as he pulled away slightly. He clearly was baffled beyond logical thinking and reason because Lily would be shoved up against the door if he were thinking clearly. There was no way that Lily Evans, the same Lily Evans that swore she wouldn't ever go out with him not even nine months ago, had just kissed him. Passionately, at that.

"Are you complaining?" She asked, a soft smirk resting on the lips that James was just kissing.

"What-No? Of course not, I just-"

"Then shut up," She whispered, feeling her way from his neck to his tie, which she pulled him forward with so their faces were close again, "And give me a good snog."

"Yes, ma'am," James smirked and tilted his head, pushing her against the door and kissing her firmly without a second thought.

#jily #jily fic #james and lily #james potter and lily evans #james potter supremacy #james and lily potter #lily and james #lily evans and james potter

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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Heyyy ok but what about dad!tom finding porn on his 15yo boy’s phone and having "the talk" with him 😭😭 I live for this😌

Trying writing again, seriously guys idk whats going on with me. And im terrible at doing “the talks” so take it as it is-

warnings: ya know..porn and praying children<3...and a hint of bisexual!tom👀

Its normal, Porn. The dirty sight for anyone to see. Tom did it once, only once though. He found it pretty creepy and stalkerish that hes watching people have sex. When he was 15 and thought about sex it caused insecurity because he noticed that you HAVE to get naked. It just shivered his veins. well of course until he met you.

So when Tom and Wesley were cooking for your birthday, Tom forgot an Ingredient. “Hey- wes, can i borrow your phone?” tom struggled, his hands covered in flour as he looked at his sons phone. Wesley's eyes widened as his hands were also covered in flour, he turned, wiping his hands on the black apron before chuckling “y-yeah dad”. Tom laughed and also wiped his hands with a towel before grabbing his phone. Wes’s knees almost gave out as they shook and his body felt like it was going down a roller coaster, he jumped when his dad asked for his code. “Its my birthday” “oh- of course, it is” tom mumbled, leaning on the kitchen island as Wes got back to work, trying not to look weird as normally he would stand over his dads shoulder watching his fingers tap away in his phone, not that he did it before.

Toms eyebrows furrowed as he bit his bottom lip, wondering if he should search through his phone while he already has it, only to shrug his head no saying thats not a good thing for a father to do. He clicked on the safari tab, Wes’s phone acting slow so he reached and grabbed his glass cup thats filled with water, only to choke and have his eyes widened. “Oh shit” wes mumbled to himself. Tom didnt even look further, he slammed the phone down but both of their ears turned red when a loud pornographic moan left the womans mouth “yeah fuck my cock”. “OH MY GOD” tom yelled in his british accent, grabbing the phone and screaming when he was met with liquids shooting at the camera, he shut off the phone and placed it back on the table, Wesley's hand slapped over his mouth as he cringed intensely by the word “cock” but then soon becoming more embarrassed that his dad knows he watches….well, that. “Im gonna use the bathroom” wesley said, not looking at his dad as his cheeks shot red. “Erm….im gonna set a 15 minute timer” “DAD” wes said storming off to the bathroom. “Im gonna die” wesley muttered to himself, cursing at the lord for letting this happen as he also begged for forgiveness and asking for this not to be a big problem, just on his knees infront of the toilet, apron still dirty as he shut his eyes tight.

“God i swear if my dad leaves me alone i’ll pray EVERY night, i’ll sing- look i’ll sing this church song”

By the way, he only heard it from some where.

“Take me to the kinggg, i dont have much to bring” he didnt know anything past that so it didnt do anything in his favour, it only made tom furrow his eyebrows from the other side of the door before knocking making wes silently flinch at the holy ghost “just please- dont do this” he whispered. “I-i can hear you son” tom awkwardly smiled, “mind coming out now?” “ive only been in here for like 5 minutes” “can we just talk about it?” “i dont know if id be comfortable with that-” “or else it will be with me and your mom” “oh my god” wes stood up and did a “woo-sah” looking at himself in the mirror before turning around and hesitantly opening the door. Tom smiled and did an awkward wave “to the couch please”

“Dad i really dont wanna talk about this” wes said on the couch, touching knees with his father that was sitting right next to him. “No we have to- so be quiet and let me speak.” tom sent a look at wes making him grumble and hunch in his seat, but all ears. “Please dont watch porn, its terrible. Its addictive and its not how things work, trust me. When we made you it was pretty ugly in there-”

“DAD PLEASE” he groaned in his arms. “What! Im just letting you know! Im letting you know that when you- or you probably have but-” tom shrugged looking at him son. “Just make sure you use protection, uhm if you want me to buy you some i can- dont give me that look” “your literally talking to me about what goes around penises, what am i supposed to do, say i love you?” he groaned again. “Well its your fault! But anyway you need to make sure you get consent from her, make sure she- or HE is into it-” “oh my god” “what? I dont know your options?” “what are yours?” wes asked.

Tom smiled at his son, making wes’s mouth drop (i dont think its a secret that toms at least a LITTLE fruity) “anyways. Girls have three holes, ones for the pee and the others for the- pp. And the other one is for the other one. I dont think your ready for anal yet” tom gripped his sons knee. “Youve done-” “you ARENT ready for that talk” tom but him off. “But you need to make sure that the woman is lubricated enough because if she isnt it will be TOO tight and un-pleasurable for the both of you. If shes” he raised his fingers doing the quote on quote “loose, that means shes lubricated, dont listen to these assholes shaming girls for something they cannot control” he rolled his eyes, wes thinking about anything to drift off into space but very stuck. “Dont be nervous asking for help trying to find the hole, although it should be located right on top of her- ya know” tom too immature to say the word, something he cant say although he said only a few words ago. “But yes, make sure you wrap it! Im serious, i dont need more children” tom ordered. “Im the single child” “your also annoying” wes sarcastically smiled at his dad by his words. “Her clitoris is that- bean, yeah lets call it a bean” “you call a clitoris a bean?” “oh no, i give it a name more...boujee, but thats between me and your mom” “PLEASE STOP REMINDING ME THAT YOU AND MOM HAVE SEX” wes shouted while stuffing his head into a pillow. “What its normal! You were watching it!” wes grunted “my life is over” “oh it hasnt even began” “DAD” “im just sayin!-”

The boys heard the keys jiggle from the door before hearing a loud “hii!” “we are in the living room babe!” tom said, wes panicking more as he heard th door shut and lock before seeing his mom coming over. “What are you guys talking about?” tom looked at wes and wes silently pleaded for him not to say anything, but being the div he is “sex talk!” he threw his hands up. “Ohh! How fun, have you told him about the movements yet?” “PLEASE NO-”

#dad!tom holland #dad!tom #tom holland #tom holland x reader #mob!tom holland #tom holland au #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x pregnant!reader

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ktheist · 3 years

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girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses. Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

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Sweet Tooth

Corpse Husband x Asian Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tooth-rotting (😉) Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse isn’t one to have a big preference or craving for sweet, sugary treats. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say he’s not at all a fan of candy. Well, much to his yet to be known delight, his partner Y/N takes that as a personal challenge.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! So sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel!“ Y/N gives the camera a wave and blows it a quick kiss with their lips stretched in a delighted grin. They clap their hands together, turning to look at their guest who’s sitting in a chair on their right, his face covered with a sticker in the final cut of the video that their viewers have the opportunity of watching. “Ok, before we address the elephant in the room, I’m gonna ask the elephant himself not to move his head too much cause this is already gonna take a long time to edit, the last thing I need is to animate that sticker over your face to follow your movement.“

“Got it, babe.“ A deep voice replies obediently, earning an approving hum in response. However, just as Y/N’s about to turn to face the camera again, the mysterious - ok, not THAT mysterious - guest leans down and plants a kiss on their cheek.

“Brat!“ They squeal as they turn to glare at the person with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t appear bothered at all, chuckling as he wraps his arms around them in an attempt to soften them up. Sadly, his tries fall through as they proceed to ignore his affection instead of reciprocating it for the sake of being petty, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend Corpse.“

“Hello, I am hand.“ Corpse says, slowly waving his hand at the camera, “I shall be your entertainment tonight.“

“Oh this is no entertainment, I have a point to prove here.“ Y/N argues, breaking free from his arms before they bend down to pick up one of the two boxes that are resting by their feet. “You see, Corpse and I got in a bit of a scrap last night...“ they trail off, distracted by the contents of the box that’s now resting on their lap.

“I didn’t think me admitting to not liking sweet stuff would provoke such a dramatic reaction from Y/N but here we are.“ He interferes, lifting a finger in the air as though that will help him be heard better or would protect him in case his partner decided to go off at him.

Y/N just ignores his input yet again, continuing to address the camera, aka their audience, “So as you guys may or may not know, my mom’s Korean and my dad’s Japanese. Since they live in their respective countries for work purposes, that means I’m always one phone call - and a little bit of a wait - away from Korean and Japanese snacks at all times. I’m a person who constantly has a snack by their side so you can bet I make that phone call often. However, about a week ago, I made that call specifically for candy, the brands I was obsessed with as a kid. I don’t know what came over me but I think it was my fortuneteller sense kicking in because this mister over here decided to CASUALLY bring up the fact that he doesn’t like candy.” They turn to glare at him before continuing, “Anyways, so luckily, the package arrived only recently so I haven’t had the time to tear open all the candy and eat it all by myself as I was planning to. That being said, today I’ll be in introducing Corpse to the world of Japanese and Korean candy - a tighter circle of it, to be specific: the candy I grew up with.” They finally turn to Corpse again, the look on their face significantly different and a lot more pleasant compared to the one they gave him a bit ago. “So, how are you feeling, babe? Are you excited?”

Although the man’s face is blocked to the viewers, Y/N can still see him and they are pretty damn close to bursting out in a fit of laughter. “I don’t know how to feel, actually. I know you have peculiar taste so it’s either gonna be a fun experience or I’m gonna very displeased with what you’ll have me try.“

Y/N rolls their eyes, “Trust me, you won’t be.” They put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only half humoring his nervousness, “You’ll only be trying six on camera, but my parents sent a ton more which you’ll be able to try later, ok? It was really hard for me to pick only six favorites by I don’t need this video crossing the twenty minute mark.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Corpse finally brings himself to rip the band-aid off and get this adventure started. “Ok cool, but don’t surprise me with anything, please. Show me what you had in mind to have me try so I can, you know, prepare myself.”

Y/N, who was busy taking out packets of candy just a moment ago suddenly stops in their movements to give him a look of disbelief, “You know none of these are poisonous, right? Like, I’m not trying to kill you or anything. There’s no cyanide, no rat poison...”

His laughter cuts them off, wrapping his arm around them and pulling them closer again, “I’m messing with you, babe. What you got for me?” He says, placing a quick kiss to their temple while sneaking a peek at the packaging of the candies they’re holding right now.

Wiggling a little looser in his grip, they first show him the three items before turning them to the camera, “These are from my mom, she sent them from Korea and they are triggering a massive wave of nostalgia right now, not gonna lie.” They giggle, adjusting the brightness a little so the products can be seen properly, “Ok so first we have the long biscuit sticks that come in many flavors but I asked for my favorite - green tea flavored, that is. Then we have Pumpkin Monaca which are probably one of my most favorite sweet treats of all time. I think you’re gonna really like them. And lastly from Korea we have these butter waffles which I used to eat for breakfast when I was running late for school - which happened often.”

Corpse snorts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

His remark is overlooked as Y/N continues, now taking out three packets from the other package, “Now we’re moving on to my dad’s box. He didn’t disappoint either: we have soda-flavored jelly beans; Black Thunder chocolate bars which you’re only gonna steal one of because the rest are MINE; and last but definitely not least we have some classic milk candies.” Setting those down as well, they turn to Corpse yet again, this time giving his a mischievous smile that’s promising him trouble, “So, Mr. Corpse Husband, after this introduction, are you prepared to have your entire opinion o sweet food changed? And more importantly, are you prepared to develop an addiction to these treats?”

Corpse nods confidently, “Oh, I’m very prepared, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.”

Needless to say: boy, was he not as prepared as he thought he was.

It goes without saying Y/N proved their point and took the win today.

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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I hate that I love you p. 13

13. I hate you

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Epilogue

Warnings: annoyingly persistent dude shows up this time, but not for long so don’t worry! probably some swearing too, and a first time writer’s SMAU so might be awful lol

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

A/N: how are we already done this fic omg... i won’t lie to yall, I finished the majority of the chapters within a few days cause I was so excited to write haha. But thank you so much for everyone who has kept up with this series and has interacted with me about it! I love interactions so never feel like you can’t interact okay? :)

Anyways! Onto the story! More written things this time cause you know, we can’t have a big finale and a confession that needs to be said over a text (or at least i don’t personally like text confessions so here we are lol) Enjoy :)

Tsukishima groaned internally as he thought about what to type next. This was the moment he had been waiting for all week. You were finally talking to him, even if it was over text. He didn’t want to mess this up and have your name never pop up in his notifs again. But what would he even say?

He wasn’t even really sure what happened, how he ended up here waiting for the nurse to bring him an ice pack. He knew the gist of it but the details were still a tad hazy.

“Doesn’t matter how much she rejects me! I’m going to keep trying! Girls like that, you know. If you start slacking off, she’ll just start ignoring you!” The guy had practically yelled across the courtyard in Tsukishima’s direction. It wasn’t that it really pissed him all that much off. It was more the way the guy was talking about you that got under Tsukishima’s skin. “She’s just so beautiful and so smart, she’d make the perfect girl to have on my arm! I don’t care how many times she says no, Y/N’ll be mine eventually!”

Before Tsukishima even knew it, he had a fistful of the guy’s shirt in his hand, glaring down at him, “Stop talking about her like she’s some sort of prize. Besides, how old are you? Even a toddler can understand what NO means.”

Maybe Noya and Tanaka had been passing through and Yamaguchi had called for their help, or maybe they just decided to jump in, but before he knew it, Tsukishima felt himself fall back. Noya and Tanaka had both thrown him aside (neither of them meaning to, they just had a lot of adrenaline and wanted to get up in front). Even though Tsukishima told Y/N he didn’t really hit his head, he could remember the pain surging through his skull. His head was killing him.

Did he black out? Or was he just missing pieces? Tsukishima thought back to the moment and frowned. All he could really remember was the pain and then suddenly, you were crouched next to him with that worried look in your eyes. Honestly, he thought he was dreaming because you were sitting there right next to him, holding his hand and touching his face.

“Tsukki, are you okay?” You had asked him, helping him sit up. He felt his cheeks flush in that moment, realizing what had just happened. Tanaka and Noya were still yelling at the guy, not even realizing they had practically thrown Tsukishima across the courtyard.

“OH SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TREAT GIRLS LIKE SHIT HMMM???” Tanaka had screamed.

“IF YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK IN Y/N’S DIRECTION WE WILL COME AFTER YOU. DON’T YOU KNOW THE POWER OF SECOND YEARS?” Noya had added in, the two of them making the best intimidating faces they could manage.

“We should get you to the nurse’s office,” you had told him and before he knew it here he was. He could remember leaning against you as the two of you walked but other than that, it was all a blur.

“Here’s an ice pack, try to rest okay? No volleyball for at least a few days too,” the nurse was telling him and he just nodded. He hadn’t even gotten another word typed out before she had come back and now he was going to have to face you without really knowing what to say.

“So?” You looked up at him in anticipation and Tsukishima wasn’t really sure what you were asking about - his last text or his head.

“I’m fine,” he stated quietly, holding the ice to his head. “I don’t think I have a concussion but I can’t play for a while.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled nervously, eyes darting away from his. This had been because of you. You felt the guilt fill you up - if you had just gotten the guy to leave you alone in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. Maybe you should’ve done what Bokuto and the others told you to do and talk to the school’s administration about it. But it seemed like such a trivial thing to complain about.

“Oi,” Tsukishima interrupted your thoughts, nudging you. He could see that guilt written all over your face. “Stop it. It’s not like you hit me or anything.”

“Yeah well, but it’s not like I didn’t want to,” you huffed, frowning up at him. The two of you stood there awkwardly for a moment, both of you waiting for the other to bring up the topic of anticipation. “So... are you going to explain your last text?” You finally asked, a ball of nerves sitting in your stomach.

Tsukishima bit on his inner cheek, thinking about all the things he had wanted to say to you for the past week. “I’m bad with words when it comes to how I’m feeling,” he stated quietly. “I’m good with facts. I know for a fact that there are so many things about you that I hate.”

Wow great start to the conversation, you thought to yourself, your heart falling a bit. The two of you hadn’t spoken in a week and this is how he wanted to do things?

“Let me finish,” he grumbled, seeing the discomfort in your eyes. “I hate how you click your pen when you’re nervous for a test, I hate that you doodle on my notes in class or that you draw smiley faces on my hand when I’m not paying attention. I hate that you text me at 3 in the morning to ask me questions about the homework or just to ask me how I am. I hate the fact that you refuse to put your books back in your bag and that you’ll just carry them in your arms because we both know you’re clumsy and that you’ll end up dropping something. I hate that you’re always the loudest person during my matches, I hate that I can pick you out of a crowd and that when I can’t see you I get worried.”

Your eyebrows furrowed a little as he continued, his eyes now starting to avoid yours.

“I hate that you get along with all my teammates and I hate that they make you smile and laugh. I hate that you and Bokuto are good friends and that he makes you happy. I hate everything about you because everything you do just makes me like you more.”

You blink in confusion... was this.. supposed to be some sort of twisted confession?

“I hate that you were so childish that you ignored me for a whole week for being an asshole and that it’s been the most miserable week of my life. I hate that I heard your voicemail more times than your actual voice this week because you wouldn’t pick up the phone. I hate seeing that you hadn’t sent me a text message back, I hate that I wake up at 3 in the morning just in case you reached out to me. I hate that there were no smiley faces on my arm and no doodles on my notes, I hate that I wasn’t able to help you pick up your books or study with you. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you from the time that I wake up, to the time I go to bed, I hate that you’re in my dreams every single night and I hate that no matter how many times I’ve dreamt about saying these things, it’s never the way that you deserve. I hate that you’re effortlessly perfect and that every guy who walks by you knows it too,” Tsukishima’s hands balled into fists as he thought about it all, scoffing a little at himself.

How desperate, he thought to himself. He hated how absolutely cheesy he sounded. But he couldn’t stop now. “I hate... I hate everything about you because everything you do just makes me fall harder for you. I hate that I love you, Y/N because no matter how much I want to hate you, I just can’t.”

Time must’ve stopped right then and there. Or else that’s what it felt like. Tsukishima had finally said the words that you were waiting for the whole time you’d known him. Tsukishima... loved you? Everything you felt was... mutual?

Maybe time hadn’t stopped at all and you were just staring at him in complete shock, because Tsukishima was shifting awkward in the empty hall the two of you were in, waiting for some sort of reply out of you. “O-Oh!” He recovered quickly, his whole face turning red, feeling like it was you waiting for him to say something else. “A-And I’m sorry. For being an ass.” His eyes dropped to the ground, holding his head in shame, “I know I was being a dick about Bokuto. And after the first game you came to. I thought that the whole jersey thing was going to make you realize how I felt but you just thought it was to freak out your stalker and...”

“I only thought that cause when you gave me your jacket, you told me it was for the plan,” you interrupted quickly, biting on your lip nervously. “I didn’t... I didn’t want to believe that you would really give me your jersey cause that would mean that everything Yamaguchi said was true.”

Tsukishima looked at you for a moment, a small scowl on his lips, “What did Yamaguchi say?”

A small smile started to play on your lips, “That Tsukishima Kei had a big fat crush on me. Who knew?” You couldn’t help but giggle, watching as this tall glaring bean pole started to go pink with embarrassment. There was such a relief off of your shoulders, knowing that he was admitting how he was feeling and apologizing.

“S-So you knew?”

“Of course not,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I figured Yamaguchi just told me that because he was encouraging my crush on you!” The words slipped from your lips before you could slap a hand over your mouth, eyes widening as you look up at him.

There was that stupid smirk on his lips, growing bigger as he tilted his chin up in pride, “So Y/N Y/L/N has a crush on me huh?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes a little in embarrassment, “Pfft. What? Me? No way.”

Tsukishima smirked, catching your chin in his fingers and forcing you to look at him, “Go out with me,” he demanded softly, pressing his forehead against yours gently. “For real this time.”

Your whole body was going hot with how he was looking at you, the soft but teasing look in his eyes was driving you insane. You hadn’t ever seen him look at you like this before, “O-Okay,” you mumbled quickly and Tsukishima smiled. A real genuine giddy sort of smile.

Before you could embarrass yourself further, you shove his shoulder gently and pull away, walking towards the exit, “But if you’re ever that much of an ass to me ever again, I’m never talking to you again!” You yell over your shoulder, trying to pretend like your heart wasn’t just leaping out of your chest.

It didn’t take long for Tsukishima’s long legs to catch up with you, casually opening the hallway doors for you, “Fine.”

“Don’t think you confessing to me makes up for anything, I’m still mad at you.”

“What? Why! I said I was sorry! I thought you said it was ice cream or words! And I apologized!” His scowl was evident, even though his heart was fluttering. Everything he wanted, it was finally happening.

“Well you were a real asshole so you’re going to need at least words AND ice cream.”

“You’re impossible.”

“But you loveeee me.”

“Maybe.”

“Just wait till Yamaguchi finds out your whole confession was about you hating me,” you mused as the two of you walked and Tsukishima groaned a little. With how sassy Yamaguchi was getting, he was never going to hear the end of it.

“I will literally buy you any kind of ice cream you want, just don’t tell him,” Tsukishima mumbled, not wanting to admit how embarrassed he would be if his best friend scolded him over his confession.

“No way,” you laugh, shaking your head with a huge smile. “Tsukishima Kei finally confessed to me and I need Yamaguchi to know that he did it in a very Tsukishima way.”

The blond boy just groaned but he swiftly grabbed your hand and stuffed it in his pocket with his own. You tried not to seem so surprised and quickly started looking in every direction but his, not wanting him to notice how nervous you were getting every time his thumb would slowly make a circle along your skin. The two of you walked back to your friends, chatting away the tension that had been so thick before, as if it was a totally normal day for you. As if both of you weren’t thinking I’m the luckiest person alive.

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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For the dead| Gregor

Note: YAY I FRICKEN LOVE THE DAY OF THE DEAD- AHHH

also....part 2?

Warnings: none,

Reader: male

"I got new hands for you!"

"yeah! Yeah send em back!" Y/n shouted not bothering to turn his head from his task of washing dishes.

Gregor was nudged forward by Cid, he making his way back, still dressed cladly in his trooper armor.

"Uh. Y/n?" He questioned.

Y/n turned his head, "That's me."

There was an awkward silence, "so..."

"Oh right!" Y/n spoke, "just grab a sponge and a bucket and start scrubbing something."

"That's it?" Gregor asked, his voice staying higher as he talked.

Y/n nodded, "this kitchen's filthy, I offered to help Cid start selling meals here, so it needs to be cleaned before I even start."

Gregor nodded, great. He went from slave of the republic to slave of Cid. Y/n returned to scrubbing dishes as Gregor grabbed a bucket and walked away, Y/n, had already scrubbed seemingly everything in his vicinity.

"Anything in the back?" Gregor questioned voice cracking slightly.

"Yep. Haven't touched it yet." Y/n smiled, "just through the doorway."

Gregor walked through the kitchen, turning into the doorway he almost wanted to barf, he found a whole new respect for Y/n and barely knew the guy, the place stunk of rotten food and garbage.

Had it always been this bad?

Pulling up his sleeves and taking off his gloves, not willing to get his own pair of black gloves dirty he started on the cracked walls, he spent the next hour cleaning one wall.

Getting down to the trim in the corner there was a crack in the wall, small his fingernail it held one flower, bright and eye-catching in color, an orange color, and odd color not seen much around the galaxy.

"Wonder how long you've survived here." He commented, to no one in particular cleaning around the flower carefully. Starting the next wall his sponge split in half, splatting him in the chest plate.

"Damn it." He cursed, tossing the broken sponge in the murky water, "probably should change this all out anyways."

Walking back to Y/n was to ask for a replacement sponge he was greeted with a dark room, a soft glow of orange and yellow at the end of the hall.

"Y/n?" Gregor called, bucket in hand he walked towards the light he ended up at an alter, shelves built like a small pyramid that hung a bit higher than waist height on the wall.

Seeing some of the pictures he picked up one, "This...is this Fives?" He questioned remembering the trooper from way back when.

The shelves were decorated with pictures and flowers, small fruits and drinks, everything brought together with lit candles. That's when he realized, the flowers adorning the altar were the same ones that grew out the walls trim.

Others he didn't realize, some other troopers, sure. A drawn photo of 99 the old defective clone who had been put on cleaning duty on Kamino.

"Hey-"

The sudden noise started him, causing him to jolt forward as he turned to face the voice. Bumping into the shelves as it came tumbling down. Gregor trying to catch it but to no avail, the crashing of glass echoing as it hit the floor in the once spotless kitchen. The two winced at the sound.

"Sorry..." he apologized, bucket still one hand looking back prepared to be yelled at.

"Hey. It's okay." Y/n spoke, "I have more frames and candle glasses."

Y/n quickly sorting through the mess for the photos in the hope they weren't ruined by the spill of food or drink.

"The candles-"

"Battery operated." Y/n spoke, "Im not that stupid."

Gregor set the bucket down, quickly helping, "I'm sorry- I really am-" his voice cracking with nervousness as Y/n started putting things on the counter in a hurry.

"It's okay, really." Y/n told him, "I should have moved it anyways"

Gregor rubbed the back of his neck putting wrecked flowers on the counter. Y/n grabbing a broom and cleaning all the food and glass up, Gregor holding the dustpan as they then cleaned up the spills. It was when they threw anything deemed ineligible for reuse did Gregor take a look back at the structure, it obviously had importance, and he felt bad he had ruined it.

"I shouldn't be asking questions. Not after what I did-" Gregor started, "but what's it for?"

"Hm?" Y/n questioned looking to the side, "oh. A cultural thing,"

Y/n had answered so casually, "Oh, " Gregor replied.

Y/n nodded, "To honor ones that passed on, I, unfortunately, didn't know my parents or family but made a family with those clones I saw drop you off, and some others, passed on friends of my own and the boys put some up there, I helped Omega draw 99 I believe was his name since she didn't have a photo."

"So, anyone can do it?" Gregor questioned.

"Mhm, I don't see why not, as long as you are respectful about it I don't see a problem." Y/n answered, "Thinking about doing it?"

"Me? Oh! Oh no!" He spoke, "Im sure I upset the ones passed on after, well that."

Y/n chuckled, "Im sure they're laughing at it wherever they are, I was laughing at it a bit, how jumpy you were."

"That bad?" Gregor chuckled.

"As high as a loth cat," He spoke now picking through the flowers, some disheveled by impact, Gregor helping in picking out the ruined ones.

"You have a place to sleep?" Y/n questioned.

"Huh?" Gregor questioned, "Uh no, no I don't."

"Wanna stay at my place? I have Menudo in my crockpot at home." Y/n told.

"Men- what?" Gregor asked, he had never heard of such a dish, yet he was more shocked that he had just ruined Y/n's important display and now was being asked if he wanted to sleep and eat at Y/n's home.

"Food, soup to be exact" Y/n spoke with a smile.

"I uh," Gregor tried to start, having trouble with the kindness, he was just recently shot at by some of his closest brothers, "Y-yeah I'd like that."

Y/n smiled, "Trust me, I think you'll like it, Ordo Mantell can get chilly from time to time."

Gregor nodded as Y/n tied up the flowers, bagging the broken ones.

"You're taking them?" Gregor asked, Y/n nodding.

"Yeah I never let my flowers go to waste, usually I make potpourri when the petals have been sundried." Y/n told, "It goes right back to them though, I always have a few vases full behind or between pictures for good luck, if I have too much- usually all the time- the neighboring old woman loves to have them and talk about them with her lady friends."

"You're full of surprises." Gregor commented.

Y/n smiled smally, "Well, I suppose I have a few more up my sleeve, now, shall we? We have about a twenty minute walk."

Gregor nodded Y/n had checked once more that everything was set out to dry, especially the pictures and then they were on there way. Gregor following Y/n like a puppy with his mother. The walk to his apartment was quiet, Y/n stopping a few times at small stands, Gregor didn't pay much attention to it, Y/n picking up some fruit- but what he did was pay attention too was the sigh in Y/n's voice when Vendors said they were out of what both the vendor and Y/n called Marigolds.

"Okay, tomorrow?" Y/n questioned.

"Early, but they're rare, especially out here, I know you want them for culture purposes Y/n but I have people paying double credit for them, my families in a tight spot, so If you can get here before those richins can, you can have them." The girl spoke, "I'm sorry chick."

Y/n sighed, "Okay thank you."

The woman nodded as Y/n had been turned away for the fourth time.

"Come on it's just up ahead." Y/n spoke gesturing across the street.

"Okay."

They walked across the street and into the store, "Afternoon,"

"Afternoon," The old woman smiled, "Ah! You brought a man home! A handsome one at that! Good for you!"

Y/n chuckled, Gregor rubbing the back of his neck flushetered.

"Gregor meet Mrs.Baker, Mrs.Baker Gregor." Y/n introduced.

"An honor mam." Gregor spoke.

"Not only is he a looker! He's a gentlemen!" She prasied, "Look at you!"

Y/n smiled, cheeks flustering shortly, it not going unnoticed by Gregor.

"And a man in uniform!"

"Goodnight Mrs.Baker!" Y/n spoke quickly, pulling Gregor through the small store to the back, "I'll have potpourri for you soon!"

"Your a dear you know that!" She called back as Y/n led Gregor to the steps, Y/n allowing gregor to go up first as they made it to the top of the stairs the door opened relieving a hallway.

"All the way up." Y/n spoke, "The attic."

"You lead the way," Gregor practically begged, Y/n nodded squeezing past him.

He smells good, was gregor's only thoughts as Y/n made it past him leading the way, up two more sets of stairs and up to a hatch, where he opened it.

"Watch yourself." Y/n told Gregor.

Gregor climbed the steep stairs following behind Y/n. It was surpignsly spacious, Y/n's little kitchenette behind where he climbed up from, a nice handmade run covered the floor in front of Gregor. Y/n walked over to his desk, that a bit more fancy as it was built into the angled ceiling a window as light source directly above, he set the bags down as a took cat come out from the seat of the chair.

"hey there." Y/n smiled rubbing it's head, "Meet Alley, Alley meet Gregor."

The tooka cat stay still, enjoying Y/n's pats on the head.

"Like an alley way?" Gregor questioned Y/n nodded.

"It's where I found him after all," Y/n commented, "Oh let me get you food you must be hungry."

Gregor finally made it up all the way after semi gazing at the place, closing the hatch below him. Y/n walking over to the kitchenette as he opened the crockpot lid. Gregor now level with the ground looked around, Y/n's "bed" was more of a large, humongous bean bag, easy to push and move as he needed and was convinet. He had a small table besides it with some candles, wax melted and dripping onto the table. Scanning around he seeing the center window, circular and big in shape, with shelves on the walls surrounding it.

"Is this...what I seen earlier?"

Gregor was infauted to say less, the bright colors of the marigolds contrasted to the cool colors of the dark night of Ordo mantel with the city lights crashing against it. Real candles that once stood tall were now wilted away and dripping wax but still lit. Images again at the center of everything accompanied by food and drink. It was beautiful, but sad, how something which could be so painful could be so beautiful.

"It's...amazing." Gregor commented, Y/n watching him from across the room look with infatuation and awe, Gregor turned back towards Y/n who smiled smally.

"I tried my hardest." Y/n smiled, "I do every year."

"What is this?" Gregor questioned, "All this? For someone who will never see it?"

Y/n's smile went to a flat line, but then he thought- looked at Gregor's armor, that was right. He was a clone, the cloest thing to a properal r memorial or burial was there helmet on a pike.

"That's what's the marigolds are for," Y/n told walking forward next to him, "They guide the souls back to us. I unfortantly can't make much of a path, so I gather as many as I can in one place, it's one way my planet use to honor the dead."

"Use to?" Gregor questioned.

"My home plant went dormaint." Y/n told him, "I try and keep as much as I can alive still."

Gregor frowned, looking away, "I- I'm sorry, you allow me into your house and-"

"No, No it's okay." Y/n spoke, "I understand wanting to know."

Y/n lightly grabbed Gregor's chin, with a light push of his finger's Gregor was looking back at Y/n, eye's catching all too long. Y/n pulled his hand away slowly, clearing his throat only the slightest.

"I'll ask you a question then," Y/n spoke, Gregor nodding.

"You're voice, it cracks and it's higher than than other clones." Y/n commented, "Any reason why?"

Gregor shook his head no, "Suppsoe it was always my little quirk." he chuckled, Y/n smiling, they catching each other's gaze again, but for longer, eyes lingering only one anothers, unlike Gregor, Y/n's were dark dark brown, almost black, with a soft highlight of pastel brown, despite there dark color they were warm and welcoming.

"I," Y/n spoke, "Lets eat?"

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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NO REQUESTS FOR STRAY KIDS OR NCT??? HERE I AM. Well more for Stray Kids cause I don't really now NCT that well 😂 I actually just got a reaaally random idea for a reaction?? Do you do them? I guess I saw it in your masterlists but I'm not sure, if not then maybe you can just do something else with that idea idk do whatever inspires you?? 😅 Can you write their reactions to their s/o not liking to be taken in photo? Like they hate taking poses and selfies are their nightmare? And they always find a way to make weird faces or hide their face whenever they're being photographed? (I always do that and it makes my mom and close friends getting insane 😂) First random request, thank you so much already! As always I love your blog a lot 🥰 (omg that ask is so long sorry for that 😅)

Hahaha yesss!!! Finally a request for a reaction 😆 I’ve wanted to write one for so long but no one has asked for it until now. Thanks so much!! 💕💕

Stray Kids | Their S/O hates having their photo taken

{Stray Kids Masterlist}

-Bang Chan-

Chan would notice it right away

He loves taking pictures and videos of his S/O, so this habit of theirs would drive him insane

He at first wouldn’t think much of it and brush the subject off a bit

But after seeing them do it more often, he would get a bit upset

Like he wants nothing more than to take a cute picture with his S/O

He would be afraid that they were feeling insecure about themselves and always reassure them that they’re gorgeous/handsome

He would get so happy though if he takes a photo without them hiding their face/pulling a silly face

Would gush for ages about how pretty they look

“Oh my god you’re so gorgeous/handsome in this photo, baby look!” “No! I don’t want to see it!” “Pleeeeeeease!”

*rest is under the cut

-Lee Know-

Minho’s a little bit of a cheeky bean, so he would tease his S/O about it

Would take sneaky pictures of them so they wouldn’t notice and show them later

Sometimes he would do it just to annoy them, but a lot of the time he literally would just want cute photos of his S/O

Because as much as he would love the silly and stupid photos, he would love to capture them just doing normal things

Probably would have a little album in his phone

The only time his S/O would notice is when they see that his background is a sweet picture of them napping

“When did you take that!?” “The other day~” “Delete it!” “But you look so peaceful and cuddly!”

Would start some friendly arguments a lot of the time

-Changbin-

l feel like he wouldn’t really care for photos that much

Like yeah, having selfies and videos of his S/O is cool, but he just prefers to be with them in the moment

Honestly they would just be laughing and having too much fun to be taking photos

But if the subject was to come up, he would be so comforting and chill about it, not making it a big deal

“It’s fine not liking your photo taken. Not a lot of people do.”

But if they were to send him a random selfie or picture of themselves, he would literally flip

Lots and lots of heart eye emojis and praise, feeling so happy that they felt comfortable enough to do that

“WOW 😍😍😍” “YOU’RE AN ANGEL OMG 😫😫”

-Hyunjin-

I feel like Hyunjin would have trouble understanding why they hide their face

Always thinks they’re joking around and trying to be funny, so he would brush it off as a joke

But when he wants to take a cute selfie together and they get shy and hide their appearance, it would make him a bit upset

He would take it the wrong way and think that his S/O doesn’t want a picture with him

He’s a drama queen, so he would pout and whine about it

“Please just one!” “No! I look ugly!” “No you don’t at all! Just pLEASE-”

They’d have to eventually give in because he wouldn’t give up

Absolutely cherishes their selfies though

Would print them out and hang them on his wall to look at

-Han-

Han at times can be a little bit of a shy bean as well, so I think he would relate to his S/O’s habit

He would respect their wishes for not wanting to be photographed without them knowing

He’s not fussed about not having many photos of them

But he would literally hate it if they spoke badly about themselves after seeing a picture of them

Like full scolding mother mode

“Don’t say that about yourself! It makes me annoyed and sad!”

He wants them to feel loved and valid 24/7, so he’d always be reassuring them that they shouldn’t feel shy around cameras because they have so much beauty

Very sweet and sensitive boy

-Felix-

He’d be upset about it if anything

Would enjoy having funny photos of them both, but sometimes he just feels soft and wants to take one of them sleeping or when they’re out on a date together

He understands that his S/O doesn’t like photos, but would try to convince them in the nicest way possible

“Just one. We don’t have to post it or anything, I just want it to remind me of our fun day together.”

He can sometimes get a little bit insecure about himself, so sometimes he would also hate having his photo taken when he’s not feeling his best

So him and his S/O would relate to each other about it

Funny photos are more fun anyway, so he would love it when they pull stupid faces

-Seungmin-

He would tease his S/O about it as well, thinking that they’re dumb for believing they’re photogenic enough

He’s very brutally honest, so he’d question it as soon as he noticed

“Why do you do that? You literally have no reason to hide your face so it’s pointless.”

He would laugh at the situation though

Like he finds it funny to see photos of his S/O trying to hide behind him or pulling a stupid face

If he wants a cute photo though and his S/O ran away, he would chase them and tackle them for it, probably ending with a funny forced picture anyway

“Haha never mind, this one’s better than a cute selfie.”

-I.N.-

He’s kind of awkward with photos himself I think

So him and his S/O would just collectively agree not to take sneaky photos

If his S/O wanted a picture together, they would have to be the one to ask for it

They would rarely take photos I feel

Like maybe a few when on dates but that would literally be it

So his S/O wouldn’t have to worry about their habit

Jeongin would probably get a bit confused about it if he does notice something

But he wouldn’t approach them about it, thinking it’s not a big deal

Although he would love his S/O’s smile, so seeing a normal picture of them would always make him happy and giddy

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry if this isn’t that good! It’s my first reaction so I’ll probably get the hang of it as I do more ❤

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years

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all for us [the wilds girls]

the wilds girls x platonic fem reader

requested: I love your imagines a lot, you’re an amazing writer! I had a promt where maybe the reader is the youngest of all the girls and basically the younger sister they all never had and they all care and love for her very much (maybe short flashbacks with moments of her and the girls) and once their quarantine is over they realize she’s missing and it turns out she got internal injury or something else quite angsty and the girls do everything they can for her

*not my gif*

“So tell me about Y/N Y/L/N.” Agent Young says.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Leah asks and Agent Young nods, “Where do I even begin?”

You were the youngest of the group. Not too much younger than them, but still younger. And just like regular siblings being the youngest had its perks and downfalls.

For one, you could never go anywhere alone. Even to pee, the girls would not let you out of their sight.

But, you got away with almost everything. The girls couldn’t stay mad at you for too long, not even Toni could stay mad at you. And she could literally stay mad at anyone until the day she died.

“I’m taking you and her were close?” Agent Fader asks.

“Yeah, she was close to pretty much everyone. She’s like a little bean we all wanted to protect. You just wanted to squish her cheeks ever time you see her.”

“Leah? What are you doing up here?” you ask her, plopping down onto the sand further away from everyone.

She shakes her head staring out at the sun that was just beginning to set, “Just reading the notes he left me...again. I know I’m pathetic.”

“I wasn’t gonna say that.” you reply and she looks at you wide-eyed.

“You weren’t?”

You shake your head, smiling at her a little bit, “You were in love. I’ve never been in love before, but when you’re in love you’re in love. And he dumped you which wasn’t cool. I don’t support your relationship with him, but it’s only natural to be heartbroken over it.”

“You’re wise for your age.” she says, ruffling your hair.

“If I ever meet Jeffery, I’m gonna kick his ass.” you warn her, looking at her dead in the eye.

“You probably can, if I’m being honest.” Leah states and she lets out a small laugh.

Yes, mission accomplished.

You nod with your fists up, pretending to block, “Hit him with that one, two, punch. Pow. Pow pow pow!” you mimic, punching the air in front of you.

Your fake fighting causes her to laugh a little louder and harder. So you decided to take it up a notch, get her distracted a little more.

You get up from where you were standing. And lift one leg up, like Daniel did in Karate Kid, “Finish him!” you yell, making your voice a little deeper.

Kicking your feet up in the air, however you don’t stick the landing. You fall onto your back letting out a small groan and the sudden hit. Leah starts laughing uncontrollably, releasing a little snort.

That small snort causes you to start laughing along with her. Jeffery long forgotten.

“We heard from Leah that Y/N was close with everyone. Is this true?” Fader asks.

“Oh yeah 100%.” Rachel says with a nod, “It was like having yet another younger sister to take care of. Or well...them taking care of me.”

“You think you can beat me in a swim race.” Rachel asks, staring at you like you’ve just grown two horns.

You hum in response, “Yep!”

“Fine you’re on! From this point to those rocks.” she says, pointing at the rock figures in the middle of the ocean.

“Who you got?” Dot asks, Toni.

Toni looks at her with a small smirk on her face, “I’m gonna bet on the underdog this round. I got my Diet Coke on Squirt here!” Toni gestures to you, using your annoying nickname that the girls named you after.

They gave you the nickname after the turtle from Finding Nemo. You pretended to hate it, but you secretly loved your embarrassing nickname.

“You’re on!” Dot says, shaking her hand.

“On your mark, get set...GO!” Martha yells sitting along next to Marcus.

The two of you take off swimming. You start off a little slow at first trying to maintain your energy, but Rachel was the opposite. She was using everything in her power to get their as fast as she could.

When she finally started slowing down, that’s when you pushed on the gas. Moving your arms and legs in a perfect motion. Slowly, but surely you started passing her just as you made it to the rocks.

“Hell yeah!” Toni yells.

Dot groans before throwing Toni a Diet Coke.

“How the hell did you do that?” Rachel asks you, out of breath as the two of you sat on the rocks.

“Honestly, no idea.” you say with a laugh and she rolls her eyes.

“Race you back!” she yells, jumping into the ocean.

“Cheater!” you yell before diving in after her.

Dot was slurping down her milkshake. While the two agents waited for her to stop drinking.

“Can I have another one of these?” Dot asks and Fader nods with a laugh.

“Who do you think you wanted to protect most on the island?” Young asks after Dot finishes her ten course meal.

“Y/N, hands down. I think that would be every girls answer.” Dot explains, plopping another fry into her mouth.

All of you girls were relaxing on the beach. After two days of scavenging the jungle for any sorts of food and firewood. This was the first day all of you could just relax.

“I just came up with the best idea!” you exclaim.

It was just you and Dot. The rest of the girls were scattered all over the beach, doing their own thing.

“What is it?” she asks as your eyes had that mischievous glint to them, “Oh no. I know that look!”

“We’re already stranded on a deserted island, what if we pretended we were on an episode of Naked and Afraid?!” you say, excitedly.

She releases on of her famous hearty laughs, “You want all of us to strip down naked? You really think the girls would be up for it?”

You nod your head, multiple times, “I bet at least 6/9 of the girls here have at least imagined one of us naked.”

Dot raises her eyebrows at you, “Are you one of those 6?”

“No comment...” you state.

After much convincing, you got the girls to have a pretend episode of Naked and Afraid. Everyone was stripping down of their clothes, looking at each other, trying to stifle a laugh.

The air was awkward, yet comfortable at the same time. The only awkward part was standing there unsure of what to do next.

“Y/N, you have a cute butt!” Fatin exclaims, giving you a high five.

Toni sidles up next to her to get a look, “Awe it looks like a little peach.”

You throw your face in your hands, shaking your head as a chorus full of aw’s fill the air.

Toni sat there with her arms crossed over her chest, not wanting to talk about anything to these phonies.

“So we’ve been asking the girls their opinions on everyone else, we’re gonna go one by one on the list and you’ll say one word to describe them.” Fader says and Toni just nods.

“Leah Rilke?”

“Over-thinker.” Toni replies.

“Rachel Reid?”

“Driven.”

“Dot Campbell?”

“Resourceful.”

“Shelby Goodkind?”

There was a moment of silence, trying to find the right words to say, “Complex.”

“Martha Blackburn?”

“Sister.”

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

Toni laughs to herself softly, “Squirt.”

You and Toni were out in the shallow waters of the ocean. Dot sent you and Toni on an experiment to see if watch she saw on TV actually works. Where you stand out in the water and catch a fish with your bare hands.

The two of you didn’t quite know the logistics on how it works, but you volunteered anyway. You were standing out, not too far away from the shore just reaching down trying to grab a fish to eat.

Each time you tried you came out short, “You look like an idiot right now.” Toni says, laughing at you flailing your arms in and out of the water.

“Shut up!” you say, splashing her with water.

“You guys aren’t doing it right?!” Nora yells from the shore, “You need to stay still and patient so the fish will come to you.”

“We literally picked the worst people for this job.” Shelby says and you and Toni flip her off from where you were standing, “You guys literally can not stay still for the life of you. And don’t even get me started on patience.”

“That’s rude!” you yell at her, “God can hear you! You’re supposed to be nice!”

“I’m also supposed to be honest!” Shelby shoot back and you mock her actions, before she gives you the bird herself.

“Hey that’s not allowed!” Toni yells at her girlfriend.

You start laughing with Toni, pushing her slightly. She pushes you back playfully, before it turns in to a full on battle to see who can get the other to fall first. But Toni being Toni decided to just tackle you.

“Ahhhhhh!” you say letting out a little screen, “Something’s touching me!”

“Pick it up! It could be a fish!” Toni exclaims.

You pick up the creature and yell a little louder when it bites you, tossing it in the process, “It bit me!!”

“Y/N, it’s a baby turtle!” Toni exclaims, “You were scared of a baby turtle!”

“Shut the fuck up.” you joke with her, but give her a serious look.

Toni picks up the turtle examining the cute little guy. She looks at the turtles face and then back at you doing a double take.

“It kinda looks like you.” she says, before letting it go back into the ocean.

“Fuck you.” you tease, tackling back into the ocean.

“We really picked the worst people.” Shelby says to Nora.

Both of them shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Thoughts on Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Oh intern for being the baddest bitch out there.” Fatin says with a smile on her face.

“Intern for who?” Fader asks.

“Me of course.”

Nora and Rachel were currently fighting to the death. Neither you, Leah, or Martha knew what to do.

“Y/N come over here!” Fatin says, gesturing for you to go where she was standing, “Take this bottle of lube!”

You catch the bottle of the lube she tossed you. And you raised your eyebrow up at her.

“Just follow my lead.” she brings her toothbrush up to her mouth, “Nora has Rachel pinned on the ground.” she mocks an announcer you would hear on ESPN.

“But Rachel is not giving up too easily folks!” you go along with your guys’ bit, “I don’t know about you Fatin, but I have never seen a girl fight this interesting in my life!”

“Agreed, usually it’s just a bunch of-HOLY SHIT that was a knee to the tit ladies and gentlemen!” she yells out.

“Is Rachel out for the count?!” you add on watching the fight unfold in front of you.

It’s probably not the best time to make jokes, but you all need to let loose once in awhile.

“Wait...she’s getting up!” Fatin yells.

“Oh my gosh she’s not...OUCH! That was knee to the twat!” you yell wincing at the pain that was just brought upon Nora.

“Y/N, how do you feel about this fight?” Fatin asks.

You shake your head, “I don’t know you have two amazing fighters going head to head for the very first time. We have Rachel, olympic diver, very strong and very determined. But then we have the underdog of the hour Nora who is small and scrawny, but she’s packing quite a punch. It could be anyone’s game.”

“You’re absolutely right Y/N! But Rachel now as Nora pinned to the ground and she can’t seem to get up! This fight might be over everyone!!”

“Hey there.” Shelby says, sitting down at the metal table.

“Hello Shelby, can we get you anything?” the two men ask and she just sit back in her seat, shaking her head.

Fader nods, “Well let’s get started, shall we?”

The three of them have a long conversation before Shelby ultimately decides to stop the interview all together.

“Wait just one question!” Fader exclaims as Shelby stands up, “How do you feel about Y/N?”

At the sound of your name Shelby freezes in her spot, “My favorite person on the island.” fear and worry start to fill her body at why the sudden question about you, “Is she okay??”

You were trekking in the jungle looking for some source of food. All of you ate all the food when the rescue plane was coming, but it’s not coming anytime soon so here you were.

Shelby, Toni, and Martha said they were gonna go out looking, but none of them were to be found. So you decided to go on a little expedition to find them. You heard rustling coming from the tree up ahead, so you decided to follow the noise.

Only to see Toni and Shelby basically naked under a lychee tree, “Oh my god!!!” you yell, covering your eyes with your hand.

“AHHH!” the two girls scream, but you couldn’t see what they were doing.

You turned around facing towards the direction you came from, “Sorry sorry. I was just looking for you guys and food. I uh I didn’t mean to.” you say, shaking your head.

“Jesus Y/N you scared us!” Shelby yells and you can hear rustling.

Hopefully, they were putting their clothes back on.

“Damn it I was getting laid!” Toni says jokingly and you could hear a smack hit her arm.

“Leave our daughter alone!” Shelby jokes and you laugh softly.

“Can I turn back around now?” you ask meekly.

“Yes.” the two girls say and you release a sigh and turn around to face the two girls.

You look at their flush faces, “You guys couldn’t have gone a little farther away?” you ask, “Thanks to you I’m more traumatized than I already was.” you joke.

“Oh c’mon you know you liked it.” Toni nudges your shoulder as the two of you walk back to the camp.

Your face flushes as you put your head in your hands, “Stop corrupting her!” Shelby yells at her.

“Let me see her!” Shelby yells at the two men.

“We can’t let you do that. You girls aren't allowed to see each other yet. Not for awhile.” Agent Young says.

“Can you at least tell me if she’s okay?” she asks, looking at the two men with her eyebrows raised.

“She’s fine.”

That didn’t relieve the feeling in Shelby’s chest that something could possibly be wrong. But she couldn’t do anything, even if we tried.

The girls didn’t know how long they were quarantined. It felt like months and it probably was a couple months. They finally let all of the girls hang out together in the small courtyard.

All of them hugging one another, super glad to see each other. Knowing that everyone’s okay. Well...everyone who made it.

“Y/N? Where’s Y/N?” Leah asks, looking at all the other girls.

“She was okay when we left. She should be here.” Dot adds on.

Shelby face was flushed with worry, “They wouldn’t let me see her when I asked about her. I asked if she was okay, but they said she was fine.”

Fader was standing there with a guilty look on his face. Toni’s blood was boiling at the look on his face. She runs up to him, pushing him against the wall, holding onto him by the collar.

“Where the fuck is she?!” she yells.

Which causes Agent Young to burst into the room, “What’s going on here?”

“Where is Y/N?!” Toni yells again, but at the other man.

Agent Young locks eyes with Fade and he subtly nods, “She’s in the infirmary. Her heart was in bad condition, so she needed open heart surgery. The surgeons are working on her right now.”

“You told me she was fine when I was being interrogated.” Shelby says in between gritted teeth, “Did you lie?”

The two men don’t answer. They just stare anywhere, but at the other girls. The silence spoke louder than any words did. Fatin scoffs at the men’s actions.

“That’s why you wanted to know huh?” Leah asks, her imagination running wild, “You wanted to know about her because you were wondering if she was worth saving. Isn’t that right?”

Neither of the men decided to speak again.

“Let us see her.” Rachel says, staring at them intensely.

“We can’t do that. She’s in surgery right now.” Young says.

Toni pushes Fader up against the wall yet again, “You’re gonna let us see her when she’s out. No excuses. No bullshit. You’re gonna let us see our friend.” Toni threatens.

The girls sat in the waiting room of the infirmary. Leah paced back and forth chewing on her fingernail. Toni was trying to console a worried Shelby. While Dot, Rachel, and Fatin sat in the seats waiting impatiently.

Agent Young filled the girls in on your condition. You had a heart disease before you came onto the island. And your parents gave you a little trip to help because of the depressive state you were in. Little did they know you would be trapped on an island with none of the medication that was needed to help you survive.

All of the rigorous activity brought your heart to a weaker state than ever before. When the girls got saved, you were already experiencing symptoms of heart failure. And you were put under immediate watch when you reached the facility. You were getting better, but then your heart gave out and you needed to get an artery reconstructed.

“We already lost too much.” Fatin whispers in the tense silence of the waiting room.

“Nora, Martha...” Rachel draws out.

“We can’t lose Y/N.” Toni adds.

“The girl who loved the most has a heart condition. How ironic is that?” Dot asks.

“I’m scared guys.” Leah whispers.

“She’s strong, she’ll pull through.” Shelby says, trying to boost their hope, but she’s losing faith herself.

After God knows how long the doctor finally came out. All of the girls looking up at her. Tears brimming all of their eyes, scared for the answer they were about to get.

“She’s okay. We managed to repair it without too much trouble. You guys can see her now.” the doctor says and everyone lets out this huge breath.

A smile breaks out on Fatin’s face as tears spill from her face. The six girls walk into your hospital room where you were laying peacefully. Your eyes somewhat open, you had a soft smile on your face as you stared at the girls.

“Hey guys!” you exclaim, as excited as you can.

Dot lets out a small sniffle, “You scared us, asshole!”

“Why didn’t you tell us about your condition?” Fatin asks, tears still streaming down her face.

You shrug, “We already were going through too much. I didn’t want to worry everyone more or get treated any differently. Rachel, if I told you about my heart would you have raced me?”

She shakes her head, “No.”

“Exactly.”

Rachel, Dot, and Fatin take a seat on the foot of the rock-hard hospital bed. You scooted over so Leah could cuddle in next to you. While Shelby and Toni pulled up a chair right by your side.

Leah rests her head on your shoulder, “We thought we were gonna lose you Squirt.” Toni says, ruffling your hair.

Shelby was still crying, looking at you full of worry. You look at the blonde beauty who was now bald, but she still looked beautiful.

“Come here.” you whisper to her. You scoot over closer to her Leah, making room for her.

She sits next to you, crying into your chest, “Hey. I’m okay Shelby.” you look at all of the other girls who still had worry on their face, “I’m okay guys. We’re all okay.”

But the girls don’t look convinced.

“Listen to my heart Shelby, it’s still beating. Just focus on that okay?” you tell her and she nods. Even Leah could hear your heart beating from here.

“You’re really okay?” Shelby asks and you nod.

“I’m okay. I promise.” you say, giving each of the girls a look, They all nod with small smiles, “Now how the hell do we get out of here?” you whisper.

And each of you give each other a small smirk, “Time for the Great Escape.”

#shelby goodkind imagine #shelby goodkind x reader #toni shalifoe imagine #toni shalifoe x reader #leah rilke imagine #leah rilke x reader #rachel reid imagine #rachel reid x reader #dot campbell imagine #dot campbell x reader #fatin imagine #fatin x reader #the wilds #the wilds imagines

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notprofessionalwriting · 3 years

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. 1:47am . - Part Two

DAMAGED GOODS

Corpse Husband X FemReader

Summary: After accidentally calling Corpse, Y/N and him are trying to not be awkward in a park, so they play 20 questions. Corpse won’t let Y/N forget she ignored his 8ball request (she 100% did)

Warnings: slight angst if you squint, cursing, mentions of car accidents and guns being pulled

A/N: i literally cant believe anyone read part one, thank you sm for the nice words and stuff :)

Part 2 of ????

PART ONE

3:46am

You were sitting on a park bench with your skateboard next to you. The world around you was quiet, other than the occasional car speeding down the busy road next to the park. You pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, nothing. The last text you got was 10 minutes ago from Corpse saying he was on his way.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you questioned yourself as you looked down at your board. It’s from junior year of high school. It was a beaten up Black Label skateboard, one that your crush from high school picked out for you. The only time you ever actually used it was when the two of you rode your boards together downtown after school. That was until he then began dating your other friend - then you never touched it again.

Your gaze never parted from the board until your phone buzzed as your phone screen lit up. A text from Corpse appearing across your screen.

3:48am

Corpse: here.

You lifted your head and looked around in the darkness. The park around you is completely empty, the swings standing lifeless as the grim night air creeps around you. A slight chill makes it’s way up your spine and you began thinking to yourself, ‘am I going to be fucking murdered?’ The fear began to sneak upon you, your skin now crawling. Eventually, you heard the sound of a skateboard rolling towards you. Slowly, you’re able to make out the figure on the board as it begins to approach you.

Tall, slender build, curly hair hid under a beanie, dressed in all black with a pullover hoodie. They effortlessly rode the board until their foot touched the ground, the board now stopped before you. They had a mask on, hiding most of their facial features aside their eyes and up. You were in shock, this is the first time you’ve seen him in person. In fact, you weren’t even sure if Sykkuno ever actually met up with him, despite living in the same city. Your nerves began to creep up more as you studied what features of him were available to view. So far, you declared he has the prettiest set of brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Hey, y/n.” he spoke quietly, his deep voice erupting into the eerie night air. He stepped off his board and sat next to you onto the bench.

“Hey, Corpse” you responded while giving him a small smile, looking down at your hands and twiddling with them. You were nervous being in his presence. Something about how mysterious he’s always been caused you to feel intimidated. Though, in person, you saw how anxious and awkward he actually was. He wasn’t looking you in the eyes, his hands were stuffed in his pocket and wait- was he shaking? This all made you wonder, why were you so nervous?

He let out a breathy laugh and turned to face you, studying your features. You felt blush begin to rise to your cheeks. His high pitch laughter was one you had originally only heard through your headphones in-game, hearing it in person was a whole different experience.

“You nervous?” he questioned you

“Uhh,” you locked eyes to him, you could tell he was smirking underneath his face mask with the way his eyes moved, “yeah actually, really fucking nervous honestly.”

“Me too,” he chuckled and leaned forward, not making eye contact with you anymore. He rested his arms on his knees, “really fucking nervous.”

“Why?” you let your eyes rest on his figure, studying his movements as he adjusted his beanie and anxious pulled his sleeves down to cover his hands.

“It’s the first time I’ve been out of my apartment in fuckin’ days,” he slumped into the bench now while looking off into the nighttime, “Plus I haven’t seen more than half of my friends in person. Uhh, actually all of my friends.”

“Well, ain’t I special?” you said, confusion festering inside of you. You felt yourself so intrigued by every movement and word that let his mouth. You wanted to watch him and listen to him talk for hours. What the fuck is happening?

He looked over at you, yet another smirk hiding underneath his mask, “I wanted to ask you in person…”, he adjusted his seating to now face you again, “Why the fuck did you ignore my 8-Ball request?”

You stared deadpan, another laugh escaping you, “No fucking way. I totally fucking responded to that.”

“No you didn’t,” he quickly responded, “you definitely didn’t.”

“You brought me in the middle of a park at basically 4am to argue about 8-Ball?” You questioned him, watching his features soften more. A smile grew upon his face, brightening what you could see of his face.

“Yes, yes I did actually.” You didn’t respond, instead you squinted your eyes and stared at him. “I-uh- I wanted to also, you know, actually talk to you?” He mumbled, “We never actually talk. Plus, you called ME at wee fucking hours in the mornin. Don’t you spin this around on me.”

“It was an accident!!” You retorted, laughter escaping your lips so easily it felt natural to be sitting and laughing on a bench with him, “I didn’t mean to be weird and randomly call you!”

He moved slightly close to you, slowly closing some of the space between the two of you, “Well, I was the weird one and asked you to hang out at 3am, so we’re even I guess.”

You could smell his cologne and aftershave, and fuck it smelled amazing. He continued to mess with the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling them over his hands and tucking them anxiously in his pockets.

“Okay, okay, my turn. What made you ask me to ‘chill’ in this park?”

You studied him, awaiting his response. “Same reason you ‘accidentally’ called me,” he said, putting air quotation marks over the word accidentally.

“Oh?” you jokingly questioned him, “and what’s that?”

You wondered what he looked like under the mask. You wondered how his hair looks under his beanie. You wondered if he smelled even better under the layers of his hoodie and what appeared to be another sweatshirt underneath. Your mind began to wonder how his voice sounded like when he first woke up, or what he sounded like when he was half asleep. More thoughts began to dance throughout your head as you stared at him, looking at his eyes which showed he was smiling under his mask.

“I wanted to get to know you better. Ya’know, actually talk and stuff.” He responded, breaking the shared eye contact and looking around you.

“And stuff?” you giggled, watching his nervous reaction. His hands were stuffed in his jacket pocket again.

“I don’t fucking know, what do normal socially inclined people do?”

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4:11am

“Okay, how about this,” you spoke into the uncomfortable silence that fell between the two of you after you ran out of small talk. You two were staring at each other, motionless. “20 questions?”

“20 questions?” he questioned you, narrowing his eyebrows in confusion

“Yeah, why not?” you laughed nervously, something about him made your nerves on high alert, “you start!”

You positioned yourself to face him on the bench, crossing your legs in front of you and resting your arms on your legs. You gauged his reaction, the look of confusion flooding his face.

“Uhhhhhh,” he turned to face you, mimicking the way you were sitting - crossing his legs in front of him on the bench, “uhh- i don’t fucking know, favorite color?”

“Blue!” you exclaimed, “I’ve always loved darker shades of blue, like turquoise or- well it’s not blue-blue but aquamarine too.”

“Aquamarine? That’s a fancy color, heh. Guess mine.”

“Black?” you giggled, looking his outfit up and down, it was about fifty shades of black.

He laughed his signature high pitched laughter, adjusting his sleeves to again cover his hands, “Correct. How did you guess?”

“Oh just a hunch, that’s all. It’s your turn.”

“Uhhh,” he pulled out his phone and began typing rapidly. You stared at his hands, luminated from his phone screen. His chipped black nail polish was uneven on his nails, his rings shining bright against the light. His hands were veiny, you found yourself unable to look away, “I’m ass at these things, so lemme google something.” He began clicking rapidly, “…. Okay okay I’m ready. Got some questions and all” He held his phone up to hide the questions as he stared at them.

“That’s cheating!” you giggled, reaching for his phone, “you’re a fucking cheater!”

“No, no, no, there are no rules. You did not say any rules. No rules! Ahem- okay.” he cleared his throat, scrolling through the question list, “holy fuck these questions. Ok- okay this one is good. So, ahem,” he put on a fake announcer voice, causing you to giggle even more, “Have you ever been in a car accident — and it was your fault?”

“Well damn,” you laughed, “where the fuck did you find these questions?”

“Hey man, I didn’t write the question. Anyway, you gotta answer it. Spill the beans, hunny”

“Oh geez, well yes, I have been in a car accident, no I didn’t cause it.” You watched as his face softened, a look of sorrow clouding his dark eyes, “It was when I was in high school. A friend of mine- an old friend- was driving and another car blew a red light. It was a minor accident. No one was hurt or anything, but it fucked with my anxiety for a while. I still hate driving now. So I prefer public transportation.”

“Oh fuck- I’m glad you’re okay- jesus fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I was paranoid about any cars. I refused to get in them for about a year, but I’m able to drive now, no worries. Anyway- your turn.”

“I for one, have never been in a car accident, thankfully. However, I have had a gun pulled on me inside of my car, if that counts.”

“You WHAT?” you interrupted him, leaning closer to him, “ex-fucking-cuse me?” His nonchalant way about talking about that baffled you.

He giggled, how was he giggling over this? “Yeah it was fucking wild man, straight fucking wild. I lived though.”

“Okay, my turn. Why the fuck did you have a gun pulled on you?”

“You’re not letting that go, huh?”

“NO.” You shot back at him, “that’s fucking nuts.”

“It happened so fast, I can barely recall most of it. Guy tried to rob me, but I’m too fucking broke and didn’t have anything. Threatened to blow my head off, then fucking left. I still don’t know why the fuck he picked me. Do I even appear to look like I have any sort of value? But I lived, so there’s that.”

“Oh my fucking god.” That’s all you could manage to say, the thought of anything bad happening to him now begins to worry you. You have the strong urge to protect him from all evil, at any costs.

“Yeah- straight fucking nuts. Anyway, my turn.” He began to scroll through the questions pulled up on his phone, letting out hmms and huuhs? until he finds a question that he deems worth asking, “What embarrasses you the most and/or what’s been your most embarrassing moment?”

“Hmmmm,” you took a moment to ponder the question, there’s a lot of things you’ve done that really embarrass yourself, “Okay so I was on a date with this guy I was really into in college, like I loved this guy before we even went out.”

“Was he cute?” Corpse asked, resting his elbows on his legs and his head on his hands, a pensive stare in his eyes as he peered at you.

“Uhhhh, really fucking cute actually….,” you were lost in his eyes, you couldn’t make out the rest of his face, but you’ve declared him as one of the most attractive people you’ve seen, “... uh anyway, so we were out on a date-”

“I can’t relate.” he interrupted, laughing again.

“Huh?” you, again, we snapped out of your story.

“Being on asked dates, can’t relate. I have never been asked on a date.”

“I don’t believe that. Anyway-”

“O really? I legit have never been asked out on a date,” he let out a breathy laugh, “I’ll let you finish though.”

“Well this isn’t a good date, anyway we were at the movies on a date and it happens to be the same exact movie theater his ex was at. Same movie, same time, same everything.”

“Oh no…” Corpse knew exactly where this was headed.

“Yuuupp, it was a ploy to run into his ex-girlfriend. They ended up getting back together right after that happened. Exact reason I hate the entire Purge series now.”

“Evil. Straight fucken evil. I’m sorry.” he leaned his hand over to lay it on your leg, “that’s actually fucked.”

He was touching you. His hand was on your leg, right above your knee. You felt the sensation of touch shoot up from your leg to your stomach. Your heart began pounding a thousand beats a second. Why were you acting this way? Why was your heart racing at an innocent touch to express sorrow? You tried your best to ignore it.

You shrugged, although it still has taken a major shot to your self esteem, “I mean, it still stings but they have two kids now so, good for them I guess.”

“At least you’re not spending the money on diapers now,” he laughed, moving his hand away and giving you finger guns, “that shit is outrageous.” That was the cutest shit you’ve ever seen.

“Okaay, my turn. So have you really never been asked on a date?” You watched his reaction, he quickly rubbed the back of his head again, letting out an anxious laugh.

“I mean, I’ve been on dates with my ex before and like, two other people, but I was the one to always ask ya’know. I never had anyone take interest in me first. I’m always the initiator. It’s not really that deep though. I actually like not being bothered with relationship shit honestly. Anyway, my turn.”

Why did that upset you? You felt a ping in your heart. A ping of sadness. What’s wrong with you?

He scrolled through the questions a bit, searching for a good one to ask.

“Okay, this one isn’t as cringe, what's the luckiest thing that's ever happened to you?”

You thought for a moment, looking at him staring back at you. A smile forming underneath his mask despite the lack of sleep hitting you both. The early morning sky began to form around you two on the park bench, you couldn’t deny it, he was attractive. You couldn’t see his face fully, but his visible features were inviting. You wanted to see what he was hiding on the mask. He had warm eyes, curly mess hair, you imagined he was more attractive than you imagined under the mask. “Well, I’m sitting on a fucking park bench at like 5am with Corpse Husband. Completely unplanned, no sleep at all. Answering questions about our lives in the darkness. Totally random, almost face reveal and all.”

Wait what the fuck - were you just flirting with him? Why are you flirting with him? You couldn’t tell, but he seemed to blush.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” he laughed leaning over and playfully nudging your arm, “this is after you randomly called me, don’t forget that.”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”

“I knew you never actually wanted to talk to me.”

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” you reached over and snatched the phone from his hand. In the process, you accidentally touched his hands, you felt another surge of butterflies rush through you again. You tried to brush them away and scrolled through the questions, “do you believe in soulmates?”

Of all questions, you asked that one. You wanted to smack yourself. What were you doing?

He raised his eyebrows, bringing his hands to his chin, rubbing the front part of his mask. You wondered what he looked like without the mask on again. Thoughts of his skin racing through your mind, “Huh. I don’t honestly. I don’t think anyone is truly meant for anyone. Love is fucking hard, yaknow? Sure you can be attracted and interested in someone. But to actually have a meaningful, fulfilling relationship, it doesn't just happen. You need to actually want it. Want to actually work and build with them. No one is someone’s actual soul mate. Don’t even get me started if someone dies.”

“Period sis,” you laughed, “I’d like to believe there’s someone for everyone though.” You were a hopeless romantic, it’s showing.

“My person is the one that probably was murdered or something,” he laughed, looking down at his pant legs, “I kinda gave up on relationships and shit anyway. I’m not really the ideal partner.”

“Why?” you didn’t mean to ask that immediately after he spoke, it slipped out

“It’s my turn, mam.” He laughed, taking his phone back, “ooooh here’s a goodie, when you can’t sleep at night, what keeps you awake?”

“Everything,” you blurted out, laughing, “fucking everything.”

“Mood.”

You paused for a moment, letting go on any filter you’ve had set, tiredness is setting in and you have no control over your words, “I always feel like I’m never really good enough, yaknow? Like I don’t really belong anywhere. I feel like I’m an outsider everywhere. I guess, I guess that’s what keeps me awake at night. Damn that got really fucking emo.”

He nodded, the two of you not speaking for a good minute. He finally broke the silence, “Yeah, yeah. I actually fully understand that feeling.”

“My turn,” you didn’t look at the phone this time, “so why did you give up on relationships? Or finding in love, or whatever.”

Why did you care so much? Why are you asking him this?

He took a deep breath, letting up a breathy chuckle, “Ah fuck, I-I don’t think I’ve ever talked about this before - like out loud.” He paused for a brief second, you were moments away from telling him it was fine without answering, but he continued on, “I- I don’t really see myself as a good partner honestly. Like, I don’t go outside much. I don’t show myself anywhere - that’s actually unfair to my partners. I can’t see myself being able to fully invest myself into a relationship either, I have so much other shit going on. My life it’s self is a fucking mess, I’m a fucking mess. I don’t deserve that sense of happiness either.”

“Why’s that?” You questioned him, staring into his eyes. Those big brown eyes shined back.

“I just don’t. I can’t go outside without fucken panicking, without worrying someone will find me. That’s why my ex left me. I couldn’t do anything with her, no, for her. She wanted to go out and do all of these lavish things, but me? I couldn’t. Literally would fucken panic at the thought. Hyperventilate, shake. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wouldn’t want any parts of that either. She got tired of waiting for me to fix myself and left. I can’t blame her, she had every right to. I can’t see myself committing to anything. I’m so accustomed to everyone leaving. I-I can’t put myself through that heartbreak. I don’t want to put myself through heartbreak again. I- I don’t know. I’m scared to get attached. I-”

You were staring at him, lost in his eyes. Lost in the emotion of his voice as he spoke. Raw, unfiltered, passionate, and real. Every croke as he spoke, every pause, stutter. Your heart was about to break. Who hurt him so badly that they caused him to feel broken? To feel betrayed? To feel so unloveable. You wanted to speak, but you were lost in him confessing his heart to you randomly on a park bench in the center of the city.

“Corpse,” you breathed out, watching the tears begin to well up in his eyes. Wait, he’s about to fucking cry. Holy shit. How do you calm a crying person? Do you even have tissues on you? You’re not prepared for this.

He turned his head away and cleared his throat, trying to hide his watering eyes, “Fuck I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-uhhhhhh- fuck- uhhh, ignore me.”

“Corpse,” you again said, reaching over to grab his hand. You made contact with the top of his hand, feeling the top of his rings grace underneath your palm. His skin is soft and warm. How the fuck is his skin so soft? You wrapped your hand around his and you lost control, you squeezed his hand to let him know you were there. You were listening, processing his emotion. You were letting him know you cared.

“Thank you, y/n.” he looked back over at you, flipping his hand around so your palms are now touching. He intertwined your fingers together. His eyes are watering still, now vulnerable and more alive.

You were holding hands. Your heart began racing, you imagined it would jump out of your chest. He scooted himself directly next to you, your legs touching now. He rested his head on your shoulder, keeping your hands intertwined. His hair smelled like… was that cherry blossoms? His head was heavy on your shoulders, but it never felt so perfectly placed. He let out a deep sigh and you felt the breath on your shoulders. You began to panic inside, but it wasn’t a bad panic. It was a nervous panic.

“Of course,” you whisper, laying your head on top of his, “damaged goods gotta stick together.”

#corpse x reader #corpse husband #.stories.#notprofessionalwriting #corpse x y/n #corpse fanfic #corpse x you #screams internally

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