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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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RFA who‘s child gets hit by a car (Happy End)

Trigger Warnings! Mention of blood/ accidents

Jumin

,,Don’t run off, Son!’’ you called your older son as you walked hand in hand with Jumin.

The two little boys were between the both of you while your younger girl hugged your neck in your arm, supporting her with your right arm.

You patted her back to make her fall asleep as you warned your son again.

Jumin smiled as he observed his little perfect family.

Like always, his best bodyguards behind you all so that none of his children would have to go through the hardships like him.

No kidnapper even had an opening to kidnap his children.

However, he didn’t expect someone to possibly hit his child with a car.

It all happened so fast. You asked Jumin if he could please run after his son since he didn’t seem to listen to you.

Jumin nodded and walked towards him.

You yelled one more time before your son ran across the street, running over the red lights.

And then you heard an impact and saw your son on the ground.

,,NOOO!’’ you hysterically sobbed as you sat next to the little boy on the ground.

You didn’t dare touch him, fearing you could hurt him.

There was so much blood…

The ambulance came quickly afterwards and the little boy was taken away from you, leaving you in a trance.

Just when you were allowed to go into his room and see for yourself that he was alive, you seemed to wake up, crying nonstop and taking care of him.

This was the first and last time something like that happened to Jumin Han, he swore.

Even though you often told him that it wasn’t his fault, he knew that he was partly at fault.

He simply wasn’t quickly enough.

And so Jumin ordered more bodyguards, surrounding you in a big circle and making it impossible for his children to run off.

They didn’t anyway because Jumin made sure to hold them safely.

Zen

It was a wonderful Sunday afternoon and you and your two little girls walked with their daddy around the park.

Your oldest was happily licking her ice cream as the younger one tried to eat the ice cream with a spoon.

,,It’s hard while walking, right?’’ you asked your little girl as you observed her.

,,Baby, shall I take you in my arms so you can eat?’’ Zen asked her and got a fierce nod from her.

You quickly took Zen’s ice cream and waited until he had your younger daughter in his arms.

Your head turned around to your older daughter, who was still walking with her ice cream in her hands.

,,Se-Ri~ah, wait for us please!’’ you called your ten year old.

She turned her head and looked at you when it happened.

You screamed loudly and let the ice cream fall as you ran towards her, unfortunately being too late.

Zen could just see how his ten year old was being hit by a car.

He blinked with his eyes to check if what he saw was real, just to see her lifeless body on the floor in the next moment.

Your screams brought all of the attention to you guys as he approached you quickly.

,,LOSING BLOOD! SHE’S LOSING BLOOD!’’ you hiccuped while he tried to dial 119 with his trembling fingers.

No way he would let her die here.

The ambulance luckily came quickly and while they were there, they could also take the drunken man, who got punched in the face by Zen.

If it wasn’t for his little daughter crying at the sight of her daddy, he would have probably hit him again.

,,You’re lucky, she just fractured a few bones. Other than that she’s healthy, she will be fine soon,’’ the doctor smiled.

That’s when you found out that your daughter was a monster at healing too, just like her daddy...

Yoosung

,,Bye momma!’’ your little boy said as he walked hand in hand with Yoosung to the preschool.

You watched your two men go and closed the door as you laid back on the couch, rubbing your nine month old tummy.

You were so swollen that you almost couldn’t move around. That was why, these days, Yoosung had to take care of bringing your son to the preschool and most of the time he did a very good job.

Today, however, things were different and you at home couldn’t guess how different they became…

,,Don’t run off!’’ Yoosung laughed as his son jumped up and down.

,,DADDY, I DON’T NEED YOU TO BRING ME HERE! I CAN SEE, HYUNG!’’ his son yelled happily, meaning the older friend he found there.

Yoosung smiled and observed how he and a few little children waited for the lights to turn green.

Just when they all thought they could walk, a car speeded over the crosswalk, making everything that happened even worse.

Yoosung couldn’t yell as quickly as the car that hit his son, making him fly a few meters across the street, his body hitting the cold floor.

Yoosung and a few other mothers approached the boy who seemed to just bleed and cry.

,,Appa…’’ he cried, seemingly unable to move his head.

Yoosung’s only thoughts were to save his son. Nothing else mattered…

,,I didn’t expect a vet to be so good with this,’’ the doctors smiled as they finally arrived at the hospital.

You were sitting on the bench as the doctor told you that everything was fine.

,,He will have to recover from what happened, but he will be fine. We will send him for rehabilitation,’’ the doctor said and smiled kindly, finally allowing you to see your little super man.

,,Daddy was my hero, Momma!’’ he chuckled.

A happy ending indeed, you thought as you kissed your son.

Jaehee

You and Jaehee were walking from the store when your son began to run in front of you.

Even though both of you called him several times, he still didn’t stop.

At some point, neither you or her knew another solution, except to run behind him and take him by his hand.

And so you ran behind him.

But he, being the funny son he was, ran away from you, looking back at you and not what was happening in front of him.

Suddenly, he heard you screaming, stopped, and before he could look around himself, he felt an impact.

You and Jaehee weren’t in time to hold him. You weren’t in time to pull him towards you, Jaehee wasn’t quick enough to see the situation.

Both of you sobbed over the body as the lady who hit him tried to call for help.

Both of you were lost in tears.

You felt scared and helpless.

The ambulance came and took him right in front of the both of you while the police tried to bring you there too.

,,We tried so hard,’’ you sobbed.

,,I couldn’t get pregnant for a long time, and when I knew I was having him, I was so happy,’’ you told the silent police officer in the car.

,,And now, something like this happens. Is God angry at us?’’ you asked Jaehee who just sobbed too…

,,He did it,’’ the nurse told both of you as soon as you arrived.

Neither of you expected this news as soon as you arrived.

,,The surgery ended a few seconds ago and the paramedics did a great job. The surgeon is the best in that area. I will lead you to him,’’ she said as she smiled at the happiness in your eyes.

Saeyoung

,,Can you please not drive around here while the children are playing outside?’’ you asked your husband as you observed the children playing in the garden.

,,You know that I would never hit my children, don’t you?’’ he asked you and smiled. This smile you loved annoyed you to death right now.

You were a few months pregnant, you knew that your moods were making you feel differently about things..

You rolled your eyes as Saeyoung sat in his car again.

Saeran, his brother, sat on a bench and was enjoying his ice cream and the flowers in the garden when he saw what happened.

It all happened so quickly that neither of you could react in time…

Your daughter, the youngest of the twins, let her ball fall and bowed to pick it up. At the same time, Saeyoung turned around to back out of his parking spot quickly.

A loud pitched scream stopped him and made him stop the car when at the same moment, he heard his daughter’s scream.

From the mirror, he could see you running towards the car. You bowed and picked up someone behind the car.

Your crying daughter was hugging you tightly while Saeran ran towards you with a cold towel.

,,I TOLD YOU!’’ you hissed at him as he began to tear up too.

,,I-I’m sorry, I-’’ he tried to say and hugged his crying daughter, patting your back.

He was just in time…

Ever since that day, the children had to stay on the staircase when someone sat in the car to never ever let that happen again...

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motherjoel · 4 years

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fine line series (spencer reid x reader)

part 2/3- falling

summary: you and spencer are facing the aftermath of a breakup neither of you were prepared for

a/n: once again, you don’t need to know the song to enjoy this but i recommend listening! it captures the energy/vibe i was trying to create with this lolll

wc: 1.5k

part 1, part 3

im in my bed

and you’re not here

and there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of Spencer spending every free moment in bed, two weeks of you crying yourself to sleep. Emily told you that you had made the right decision, but nothing about this felt right. Work was different. The whole team knew what had happened, and for once you were glad that Penelope had a big mouth- you’d rather not break the news.

On the jet ride home from a particularly gruesome case, it took everything in your being to avoid curling up next to Spencer and falling asleep to his heartbeat. Instead, you took a seat next to Morgan and leaned your head on his shoulder. Morgan did his best to soothe you, but he didn’t have the somehow magical abilities that Spencer had of making you feel instantly better. You didn’t notice the longing glances from your ex from across the jet, but you purposefully refused to look at him- you couldn’t let yourself fall again.

Spencer couldn’t stand his empty apartment. He knew what emptiness felt like and because of this, he defined his life in two segments: before he met you and after. He hated knowing you were still out there hurting and his apartment had returned to the lifeless black hole he had known it to be before you.

He had stopped drinking after an intervention from JJ, but the empty bottles remained in his trash can. Spencer had made it a habit to stay at work after everyone had already left- he was known to be a workaholic, but sometimes he finished early- on those days, he stared at his files and thought about what he could’ve done differently.

The team didn't take sides- there was no reason to. Neither of you were in the wrong. Morgan had gotten closer to you, though, and Reid noticed. He tried to push down his jealousy however, as that's how he got into this situation in the first place. He felt like he had lost his two best friends in one fell swoop- Derek spent his time comforting you, and he rarely ever teased Spencer anymore with funny nicknames. Nobody joked around anymore, and it was like the office was sucked dry of joy. Much like Spencer.

One night, he almost called you. His finger lingered over your speed dial button for five minutes before he decided better of it and clicked a different number. The phone was answered with a groggy “hello?” It was midnight.

“I miss her,” he croaked, eyes red from the tears threatening to fall.

“I’ll be right over,” came the voice of Derek Morgan, the man who Spencer had originally blamed his unhappiness on. He hung up and let his phone drop to the ground, not having the strength to pick it up before curling onto the couch and hugging a pillow.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been- his depressive state was affecting his concept of time- but soon enough, he heard a knock coming from his door. Dragging his feet and holding onto the same pillow, he opened it to see his worried friend. Without another word, Spencer dropped his pillow and pulled Derek into a hug. He was surprised at first, but soon enough he returned the sentiment. After a minute, the two walked over to the couch and began to talk- something Spencer had missed so dearly.

“What if i'm someone she won't talk about?” Spencer asked, softly. Derek looked confused.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“What if… what if she just forgets about me? I’d rather she resent me then just-just forget about me. About us,” Spencer said, wiping his tears.

“She loves you, pretty boy,” Derek told him, honestly.

“She doesn't need me. I get the feeling she’ll never need me again,” Spencer said, so soft that Derek could barely hear him.

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but… man, she needs you,” Derek confessed, thinking back to your late night phone calls and conversations on the jet. You needed him, and if anyone knew that, it was Morgan. “You just have to give her time. I doubt we’ve seen the last of Reid and Y/L/N,” Morgan said, placing a hand on his back.

Spencer didn’t have anything else to say. He simply hoped Morgan was right. Morgan stayed until Spencer fell asleep, and he actually slept through the night for the first time in two weeks.

After that night with Morgan, Spencer had begun to wallow less. He missed you more than he missed anything, but if Derek was right and you truly only needed time, he was willing to give that to you. As much as it was hurting him to see you, he wanted to attempt a truce- he wanted to be able to be in the same room as you and not have to cut the tension with a knife. So when you and him were the only two people in the breakroom getting coffee, he shot you a soft smile.

“The coffee is surprisingly good today,” he remarked, pouring himself a cup. It was a harmless comment, really- surely not enough to send you into a spiral. But it was the first time you heard his voice in weeks, or at least the first time he sounded semi-happy. Happier than you. Neither of you expected you to storm out of the room, and it took everything in Spencer to stay put- it wasn’t his job to comfort you anymore. So he just watched you go. He hated watching you go.

Your vision blurred with tears as you bursted into the bathroom, not bothering to check if anyone was inside. Sliding down the wall, you sat on the floor with your arms wrapped around your legs. How could he still have that effect on you? Tears were streaming down your face as you thought about how badly you had messed up, and it only took a quick smile and a few words from him to unleash the dam.

You wished you had checked the stalls before breaking down when Emily came out of one. She was shocked to see you on the floor for a moment, but soon understood as she quickly sat down next to you and put a soothing hand on your back. Your sobs continued as she rubbed your back, slowly calming you down. After a few minutes, JJ walked into the bathroom.

“There you guys are, I was looking for yo- whats wrong?” she asked with motherly concern, kneeling down next to you guys.

“I’m such a mess,” you looked at JJ as she mirrored Emily’s soothing motions. “I wish I could take it back, I can't take it back,” you cried softly into Emily's shoulder as she shushed you like a mother would her crying toddler.

“He still loves you, you know,” JJ whispered. You found this hard to believe, but if he still loved you half the amount you did him, it was a relationship worth saving. “He’s hurting,” she told you. You felt terrible that it was comforting to know he missed you, that he was in pain just like you.

“It’s going to be okay,” Emily whispered, pulling you into a hug. The physical contact was overwhelming at first, but you soon melted into her embrace as you hadn’t had a hug like this in awhile. JJ hugged you from the other side and you cried harder- you loved these ladies. As much as you missed him, knowing that everyone was rooting for you both was good. After you had finally calmed down, the three of you walked back into the room where the rest of the team was, scattering and trying to act like they hadn't just been talking about you. Spencer's face was red and Morgan was a little too focused on his paperwork.

As you walked up to your desk, Rossi was waiting for you with a coffee in hand. You thanked him for it and pulled him into a quick hug.

“You’ll be okay, kid,” he whispered in your ear mid-hug. You nodded and thanked him again before sitting down and checking your reflection in the mini mirror on your desk. God, you looked like a mess. You attempted to put yourself back together, fixing your hair and mascara.

When you were finished with the mirror, your attention shifted over to the picture frame next to it. It was of you and Spence, taken at the beach. You recalled the day fondly- it was a team beach day and you all had relaxed for the first time in months. You almost didn't recognize your happy faces.

With a sigh, you put the picture frame face down so you didn’t have to look at it. Spencer noticed this and tried his best to ignore it, but his heart was heavy as he looked at Morgan, who had also noticed. He gave him a look of sympathy before focusing back on his paperwork. Spencer spent the rest of the day stealing glances at you, your face sullen and pale. He hated knowing that he caused your pain.

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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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I Can Give You Everything...

Overhaul x F!Reader x Chronostasis

Warnings: Angst, cheating, kissing, sad boi hours for reader and chrono

A/N: Man i tried to make one where chisaki cried but I can’t man. I’ve done it a few times but this shit just hits different ya know? I also really hated this so enjoy. I’ll start that Lovely fic once this is posted

(BF/N) = best friends name

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That gorgeous bastard. No matter how many times he hurts you, you still can’t get enough of him and his golden eyes. He always made you feel safe but safety is just an accessory when you're too busy hanging out with your girlfriends best friend. Laughing at her jokes and her stories.

“Why doesn’t he laugh at me like that?” You question when you sit at the table with your best friend who happened to date chrono while you were dating Chisaki.

You pretty much said nothing as you watched your boyfriend and best friend look at each other in a less than modest manner. You put your face in the palm of your hand as you looked at chrono. Who also seemed a little peeved. Hey at least you two had something in common. You try to figure out something that would take your mind off the scene in front of you.

It was no doubt they were flirting. It was so obvious. Right in front of you and Chrono too. You felt some tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You just couldn’t handle it. It hurt seeing the man you love making advantages towards your best friend.

You stand up and walk out of the office without a word. Slamming the door behind you. Your footsteps ring throughout the compound. Your vision blurring every second you get closer to your room. Your tears streaming down your face, hiccups erupting from your throat.

Once entering your room you shut the door before sitting on the edge of your bed, grabbing a pillow letting your tears drench it. Squeezing with all your might thinking it was someone who would at least sympathise with you. A faint knocking on the door interrupted your crying session.

“Who is it?” You say, not being able to hide the sadness in your trembling voice.

“Hari.”

“Come in.” You watch as the door opens as Hari stepped in, closing the door behind him before sitting on the bed. You looked at him and he looked at you. Before you could say anything you clung to him and started to ball your eyes out. You didn’t know why. Sure you’ve had a few conversations with Hari but you wouldn’t consider you guys friends but, it felt nice. Being able to hug someone. Kai never hugged you and your best friend had recently stopped hugging you as well.

“I know, it sucks. I'm in the same boat.” He hugged you back as you sobbed into his neck.

“Am I just not good enough? What did I do wrong?” Your tears kept coming. As you shake in Hari’s arms. You were so busy crying that you almost didn’t notice the few drops of water that fell on your shoulder. Almost.

You knew what it was before you even looked. You rubbed his back trying to calm him down. You both were crying and trying to comfort the other. Weird yes. But it just felt nice to be held as if someone cared about you. Hari started to slip away to your discomfort but you let him go anyways. You both look at one another, your faces red as it looked like you’ve been crying for hours.

“Uh thanks I guess I kinda needed that-” You both turned silent after you heard the familiar voices of Kai and (BF/n). You both placed your ears to the door trying to pick up and conversations at all. Your body filled with anger once you heard how much shit they were talking.

“Shush, we don’t know if they’re near. We can’t have them finding out.” Kai said in a low voice, obviously trying not to get caught. Well that didn’t matter now did it. Before you could think of a plan, Hari burst open the door. Looking furious. Can you blame him though?

“Are you fucking serious Kai?! Your fucking my girlfriend?!” Hari screamed at Kai. It was the first time you’ve ever seen Hari raise his voice at Kai.

“WHy were you there with my girlfriend?!”

“I don’t know, maybe comforting her when she was balling her eyes out!” Hari growled as he grabbed you and pulled you towards him.

“Hari sweetie I promise it’s not what it looks like!” (BF/n) tried to reason with him. Letting go of Kai to go over to Hari before Hari shoved her back towards him. You didn’t say anything, hell you didn’t know what to say.

“How long?” Har said as he looked them both dead in the eyes. Neither of them spoke.

“I said how long damnit!”

“5 months!” (BF/N) whimpered. She looked at Hari with tears in her eyes.

“(Y/N) come on, let's leave these two to their devices.” Kai said as he turned around waiting for you to follow him. He started walking waiting to hear your footsteps behind him. But there wasn’t. He turned to look at you and saw that you stood still by Hari.

“(y/n) come.”

“She’s not your fucking dog Kai.” They looked at each other with slowly burning hatred. You figured you had to do something before Kai hurted Chrono.

You grabbed Hari’s hand and began to walk out of the compound. You looked down at the ground while still hearing Hari’s screams at Kai. You tugged him closer as you walked out the door. Your cheeks stung as the cold air from the winter was approaching, making them red as they were nipped by the frost. Your ears cold as the wind blew at them. You wish you didn’t hear it. You wish you hadn’t heard the hurt and betrayal that was laced in Hari’s voice.

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You sat on the hotel bed while listening to Hari rant. I mean could you blame him? His childhood friend betrayed him by sleeping with his girlfriend, and your lover slept with yours. It was a lose lose situation. Now you have no one to talk to other then the man standing in front of you.

You let out a sigh before hearing a thu hitting the ground. You look down and saw Hari on his knees crying. Without thinking you dash towards him and hug tightly which he quickly returned. You couldn’t help but let your own tears slide down your face.

“What does he have that I don’t?” He cried into your shoulder. It hurt to watch truly. A man once proud and tall without no fear break down in front of you. Hari was just as good as Kai when it came to hiding emotions. So to see him collapse to the floor was a surprise. But you hugged him nonetheless.

“Hari, don’t change who you are for someone that’s not going to be loyal. Once a cheater, always a cheater.” You say softly to him as you rubbed circles on his back. It was the least you could do after he comforted you last time. He hugged you tighter the before.

“Do you think that if I asked her to marry me she would have continued?” You furrow your brows and you looked at him.

“You were gonna ask her to marry you?”

“Was. But do you think she would have?” He looked at you, eyes red from all the crying. Confused would be an understatement.

“If she didn’t and you still found out she cheated on you before you got married, what would you have done?”

“Dumped her i suppose...”

“And if she did I’m guessing you would have dumped her as well?”

“Yeah.”

“So either way it was a lose lose. We both lost in their game they had us in. Going in circles trying to please our lovers when they never wanted anything to do with us. We would have found out sooner or later so It was best that we found out now.” You say as you brush one of his arrows away from his face.

“Did she leave me because my quirk-”

“No. Even if she was doing it because of that then she’s an idiot. Hari, you may see your quirk as a bad one but I see it in a different way. You arrows only need to hit a person once and their done for. They can’t fight if they can’t move. Plus you have options to choose from, one hour or one minute. Both of them still makes you win in the end.”

“It only works when I’m not moving though...”

“So? That’s why your known for your stealth. You may think your quirk sucks but if you use it just right then it can be more dangerous then you ever thought it could be. Its a shame that you don’t see that because that’s what i see.” You smile down at him as he looks at you with wide eyes. He never thought about the words you said. He was to busy thinking about how he wished he had a better quirk. How could you be so kind to him even though your quirkless. You looked at his quirk like it was just as destructive as Kai’s.

What was Kai thinking? How could he throw away a whole relationship with someone who knew how to say the right things? You were so kind to him even though you went through the exact same thing he was going through right now. You were so calm. So composed.

“How can you be so calm about this?”

“Guess I’m just use to it. Kai isn’t the most romantic. We were slowly drifting apart for awhile anyways haha. I could kinda sense he was losing feelings and-”

“Falling for (BF/N)?”

“Yeah...yeah he was. But that’s okay. It all happens for a reason. You and I will find the right one someday, it may not be today but thats okay.” Your sweet words felt like honey to his ears. Your voice was so calming, so much kindness in one person and Kai threw it away.

“Thank you (y/n), it really means a lot.”

“Hey we gotta stick together now, we both got fucked over by our best friends haha.” You laugh trying to lighten the mood. You looked at the man whos head rested on your shoulder smiling gently. You soon felt a hand grab your cheek.

Hari cupped your cheek as he looked at you. He should be sad, he should be mourning. But he can’t help but want you. Wanting you to be by his side. With that said Hari leaned up and gently placed his lips on yours.

You were surprised but didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to. Your eyes flutter shut as you relax into the kiss. Its funny since you can’t even remember the last time Kai kissed you. Or if he even kissed you at all.

The kiss ended to soon for both of your liking but you guys just wanted to test the boundaries. Which were soon crossed when you both left for another kiss. A kiss that felt like something way stronger then lust could ever be. This felt real,

this felt like it was meant to be.

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wreckofawriter · 3 years

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Colorful Fish

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: a bit angst, deals with religious trauma and abortions

A/n: Ok so I strated this a while ago when @coffee--writes gave me a song to write a fic about, the song hinted at helping a girl who had very religious parents andgot pregnant so here is this fic.

Important notice: This deals with religious trauma and some hard-core Catholic beliefs, if that makes you uncomfortable don't read it. Also if you are anti-choice first get tf off my blog, second this deals with abortion it will probably make you uncomfy

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Pain was something everyone lived with. It was scrapes on your knees and cuts in your fingers. It was priced for ears and breakups. Pain kept us alive, it kept us breathing. It told us to eat, to not touch this, or be careful around that.

That's why the numbness was so terrifying.

You wanted to cry but the just tears wouldn't come so your eyes were dry, lids heavy. You didn't feel the ache in your back from the position you had pulled yourself into, the hard tile of the bathroom wall going unnoticed.

You felt like you had been thrust into some sort of thick fog. Your movements were slow and heavy, the rising and falling of your chest happening in half speed.

Your fingers shook as you fumbled with your phone, you typed in your password twice, both times your phone vibrated telling you to try again. You dropped it to the floor where it landed too loudly.

Suddenly you felt sick again, your stomach churning, throwing a fit as you pushed yourself forward, one hand gathering your hair to keep it from your face as the other clutched the cool porcine of the toilet.

You vomited twice, heaving for breaths before letting your head fall back to the wall again.

You stretched to reach the handle flushing the tainted water. You tried your phone again finally opening it on the fourth try and found the desired contact at the top of your recents. You pressed call holding the device to your ear.

A gravelly voice picked up on the third ring.

"Princess do you have any idea what time it is?" Sirius asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his spare hand.

You tried to speak your head feeling far away.

Sirius paused another moment, "Baby are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant." your voice was hollow.

The line dropped, nothing but silence responding.

Sirius felt his heart fall into his stomach "I'm sorry, what?"

You sighed, your mouth still thick with bile, "I'm pregnant." you repeated.

It was quiet for a while, the small sounds of Sirius's breaths the only thing telling you he hadn't hung up.

"Well what do you want to do?" he finally asked, bewilderment stinging his tone.

You paused squeezing your eyes shut, teeth gritted, "I don't fucking know." you finally responded, "I just threw up like four times and I'm exhausted. All I want to do right now is sleep."

"Then do that." Sirius replied, "Do you want me to come over?"

You shook your head, "No, my mom already hates you enough she would throw a fit if she found you in my bed."

Sirius licked his lips hand running through his hair "Okay, I'll talk to you in a few hours. Sleep well."

"Bye Siri," you mumbled.

"I love you princess."

"Love you too."

He was gone with a click.

You pulled yourself to your feet by the edge of your sink, pushed open the door slowly, and padded to your bedroom. You fell asleep only minutes after your head hit the pillow.

You had never had too much of a problem growing up Catholic. The sure church was boring and prayers could be a pain but it hadn't had that much of an effect on your life until you grew older.

Your first boyfriend had shown you the ugly colors your mother painted your religion with.

At fifteen you were sat down and told you would be going to hell if you did anything more than kiss the young boy you were with.

At sixteen you were told not to be friends with that girl because she was a queer and not that boy because he never went to church.

By seventeen you lived in fear of your mother and her God. Your respect for both deteriorating as you realized that God wasn’t nearly as kind as everyone else seemed to believe he was. Crosses started to look like knives as you struggled to figure out what the hell you were supposed to be.

When you met Sirius- a long-haired pagan with a pentagram tattooed on his ankle everything changed. He made things easy, he told you to believe what you wanted to, not what you were told. So you did.

But that didn’t change the whispers of your neighbors and the hatred in your mother’s eyes when Sirius picked you up.

Your mother had begged you to break things off with Sirius more times than you could count on one hand. It was one of the few things you didn’t let her convince you to do. Her words were sweet but the aftertaste was always bitter.

So instead she ignored his existence, pretending you were single as she shoved your neighbor’s son's down your throat. You learned to live with it just as she learned to turn a blind eye to the roar of your boyfriend’s motorcycle.

Out of all the ways you expected to wake a shrill scream was not one. Your heart launched and you popped upwards just as your mother slammed your door open. Its knob hit your wall so hard she would find chipped paint behind it later that night.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” You asked in a mild panic half expecting Micheal Myers to come crashing in after her.

But no one followed and instead, she stared at you in a way you had never seen before, her eyes narrowed her mouth in a tight scowl that reminded you of cracked leather, “You little slut.” she hissed.

Your eyes widened, “Mom?”

“You whore!” She shrieked and you flinched, knees coming to your chest, “I always knew you would embarrass our family like this.”

Your vision blurred, “What are you talking about?”

The pregnancy test hit you in the cheek hard enough to sting and your stomach churned.

“Get out.” your mother snarled.

“Mom, I swear I never meant for you to find out.” You whimpered.

She stiffened, “So you were just gonna kill the baby then?”

You weren’t sure how to respond.

“I will not have any sluts in my house let alone murders.” She heaved, “Call your satanist boyfriend and get out of my house.” With that, she turned on her heels and slammed your door shut behind her.

Sirius woke to the sound of his phone ringing again, he groaned, his eyes opening slowly as he tried to process the bright world around him. His phone was on its last ring when he finally picked up.

“Hey y/n/n what's-” He stopped as a broken sob met him.

You spoke no actual words, only nonsense cut by sniffles and whimpers.

Sirius was shocked awake already out of bed, phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder. “Baby, I need you to calm down.” He spoke slowly, “What’s going on, where are you?”

“I-I,” another sob, “She kicked me out Siri.” you cried.

“What? Who? Your mom?” He asked, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on.

You nodded only realizing he couldn’t hear you a couple of seconds after, “Yeah, She-” You hiccuped, “She found the pregnancy test a-and,” You broke into sobs again.

Sirius stopped in his tracks. Right. You’re pregnant, “I'll be there in ten minutes okay?”

You nodded again, “Okay.”

“Do you want me to stay on the line?” Sirius asked as he attempted to put jeans on with one hand.

“No, it's not safe to dive on the phone.” You croaked, “I gotta pack anyway.”

“Okay, I love you y/n.”

“Love you too.”

The line clicked and Sirius swore throwing his phone onto his unmade bed just go pick it up again and call Remus.

His friend picked up after two rings, “Jeez Sirius did someone die? You’re never up this early.”

Sirius wished he found that funny, “Y/n’s pregnant.”

Silence greeted him back, “You’re kidding.”

“I really wish I was,” He sighed, “Her bitch mother found out and kicked her out too.”

A pause, “Oh shit.”

“Yeah. Look I’ve gotta go pick her up but I’m gonna call you back later okay?”

”Got it.”

When the tears finally died the numbness came back like the effects of some sort of drug. You packed in silence shoving everything you could fit into a backpack you had from a trip you took in the 10th grade and a duffle bag, which still smelled like your field hockey socks.

The doorbell didn’t even ring, instead, you heard a shriek followed by heavy footsteps. Sirius entered your room and slammed your door on your mother who was chasing him down the hall.

Neither of you spoke as he drew you into a hug, your chin on his shoulder watching the door which never opened.

“You packed?” He asked and you nodded gesturing at the bags on your bed.

As you exited your room your mother just glared at you. You hung your head, tears landing on your sneakers.

Sirius felt his anger grow hot, it was never easy to tame and it roared loud in his ears. He stopped just inside the house watching as you descend the porch before turning to your mother who stared at him from the living room.

He scowled at her sneer, “Go fuck yourself, you bitch.” he spat, middle finger in the air.

You pretend nothing happened as you climbed onto his motorcycle tightening your backpack straps and whipping your tears.

You found yourself over Sirius’s toilet vomiting as you sobbed. He could do nothing but hold your hair away from your face and rub circles on your back, his own vision clouded by tears. You passed out not but twenty minutes later, crying yourself to sleep on his chest. After about an hour of watching you sleep, Sirius heard a knock on the door. He got up carefully, you didn’t even stir.

He opened the door to see Remus, his hands shoved into the pockets of his denim jacket. Sirius welcomed him in and he sat at the coffee table as Sirius got them each a beer.

“Is y/n here?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping,” Sirius responded.

Remus nodded, taking note of the red tinge around his friend’s eyes, “Do you guys have any idea what you’re going to do?”

Sirius shook his head, “We haven’t even talked about it yet, when she got here she started throwing up and then passed out.”

Remus waited a moment, “Do you want to keep it?”

Sirius wasn’t surprised by the question, he had been asking himself the same for hours now, “I don’t fucking know, I mean, we’re nineteen, we haven’t even talked about marriage yet, let alone kids.” His thoughts swirled, “And I haven’t even spoken to my parents since I was sixteen and now her mom practically disowned her I mean,” He sighed, “I just don’t know.”

“Whatever you guys decide you know James, Lily, and I will be here for you,” Remus said patting Sirius on the shoulder.

He nodded, “I just can’t believe her mother kicked her out. I mean she’s her only daughter ya know and I just- I knew they hated me but I never thought she would do this to her.”

“Parents do terrible things Pads, you should know that.” Remus sighed.

“Yeah, but you should have seen the way her mother looked at her. It was like she had committed some unforgivable crime or something, it was like she actually hated her.”

“It’s cuz she does.” You murmured dully from the hallway.

Sirius froze and Remus shifted uncomfortably.

You gave them both a battered smile, “It’s fine, it’s not like I don’t know.”

“Y/n I-,”

“Really, it’s fine Sirius.” You said taking a seat beside him, “I’m over it.” That was a blatant lie.

The three of you talked about meaningless things for a while, the distraction feeling like a breath of fresh air amongst the garbage you had been shoved into. You ordered Chinese takeout offering for Remus to stay for dinner but he explained he had classes in the morning and should probably be studying.

The easy atmosphere only lasted for a bit after he left and by the time dinner had arrived you felt like crying again.

Finally, Sirius brought it up, “So what do you want to do?” he spoke solemnly.

You paused a shuddering sigh leaving your lips, “We can’t have a kid Sirius.”

“If you wanted to we could make it work.” Sirius countered.

“We can’t have one Siri.” You repeated.

“Listen y/n I could make it work, I would propose and-”

You scoffed.

Sirius furrowed his brows, “What?”

“Nothing.”

Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t slept even 5 hours the night before or maybe it was because he was stressed but for some reason that hurt, his thoughts spiraling, “You wouldn’t marry me?”

You looked confused, “What? I never said that.”

“You don’t have to.” He glared at you.

“What are you talking about Sirius?” You asked.

“I’m talking about the idea of me proposing to you being so laughable.” He snapped.

Your face contorted in anger, “First of all I didn’t laugh at you, second it’s ridiculous because we are NINETEEN!”

More hurt, his thoughts went darker, “So you are admitting you wouldn’t marry me?”

“Right now I wouldn’t.” you respond.

Your words stung, “Why not?”

“I just told you!” You yelled, “We’re too young!”

Sirius paused, you were right, you were too young, “You’re right I’m sorry.” he sighed, “I’m just kind of tired right now.”

“I know Siri,” You mumbled, “I am too.”

Silence fell as you both found yourself trying to pull together a piece of your sanity. The clock ticked and the wind shuddered the windows in their frames.

“I don’t want a kid Sirius.” You sighed, “I know you don’t either.”

He didn’t protest, you were right yet again.

“I’m going to go to the clinic tomorrow.” You spoke, “It’s definitely the best option.”

“What about your mom.” Sirius asked, “You know she would never forgive you.”

There was another moment of quiet, “I think I’m okay with that.” you spoke and you were telling the truth.

A strange sense of relief filled you as you sat in the clinic's parking lot, you were finally putting this behind you, your life could go somewhat back to normal. Except for the fact that you were going back to your house in two days when you knew your mom was gone to clean out your room of course. It felt good to be out of that house, the eggshells you were so used to walking on being replaced by Sirius hardwood floors and patterned rugs. Something about all of this felt right, like you had taken that leap and instead of hitting the harsh rock you expected, you hit warm water filled with colorful fish.

Your mother didn’t try to contact you for years, sometimes you forget she even existed. You kept yourself busy, finally deciding on a major for college and helping Lily and James with a wedding and then a child.

Living with Sirius was like a dream, sometimes when you got up early you would just watch him sleep, his hair always hanging in front of his eyes as he took slowed, heavy breaths. You taught him how to properly cook food, something he had been incapable of doing for far too long. You were truly happy for the first time in a while.

When you were twenty-two Sirius got on one knee and you could not have said yes faster. You were ready then.

Three weeks before the wedding you got a call from your mother. You damn near dropped the phone when you heard her voice. Part of you expected an apology the other part knew she was far too stubborn. And she was, you didn’t even listen to her lecture on how you were marrying a nobody, instead, you hung up and blocked the number.

You had the wedding in late spring, just before the flowers began to wilt and turn to leaves, Remus got himself ordained and you sealed it all with a kiss under a cherry tree. You and Sirius were okay with having no relatives at your wedding because while no blood of yours was in the audience your true family was and that was all that mattered.

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Genshin characters and their spider s/o

A little crossover HC post between terraformars and genshin.

Basically the reader is the result of a messed up experiment and now they look like a monstrous humanoid spider, like this guy:

Except you have no human skin or hair, just pure chitin, extra legs out the back, and mandibles(like a turian)

Also: request are still open, feel free to request!

Including: Jean, Xinqiu, and Razor

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Jean: hollow knight

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Jean had been receiving reports of frightened merchants and townsfolk, all of whom had been found on the road ranting about a giant spider.

Jean was sure it was nothing more than hilichurls or hoarders or abyss mages and the people were merely suffering panic induced hallucinations, this was supported by the clear signs of such dangers at the scene of the crime.

But still, neither any of the knights nor adventurers in the guild reported saving these people, nor did Diluc claim that he did when she asked him.

So Jean decided to investigate, after all not only is there a chance of finding camps of the three above dangers, but also the chance of finding a new ally.

When she saw you in a clearing you looked like a normal human, until you turned your head in an inhuman manner and looked at her with eight red glowing eyes.

You screamed at her and used your geo vision to grow eight giant legs out your back, which you used to run away.

Jean, being the persistent woman she is, wasn't about let you go until she confirmed if you were a friend or foe.

She chased you through the forest for a while, and unfortunately didn't notice a group of hilichurls hiding behind some trees.

One swung out and struck her from behind, knocking her to the ground.

At the sound of this you turned around and saw Jean on the ground.

While she easily could have beaten the hilichurls, she didn't have to. This is because you were immediately next to her, sword drawn and slicing through the monsters like a hot knife through butter. Your geo legs acted like extra blades that parried any attack directed towards the knight.

Because you're other legs were busy, however, you were unable to block the attack from a crossbow that shot right through your knee.

You fell down and were beaten senseless by the hilichurls, the last thing you remember was the sounds of a blade and the monsters turning to dust before you blacked out.

You woke up on a soft bed inside an unfamiliar building. You tried to get up but your knee had a large hole in it, luckily for you your ability to feel pain was long lost.

Jean entered a minute later with some food, "good, your awake."

"Where am I?" You asked.

"In my home, the guest room to be exact."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because you were in danger."

"Yes but why? Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Considering how you saved me as well? No, not at all."

Jean poured some tea for both of you, "now onto-"

You felt your eyes water, something you didn't realize you could still do.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked.

"It's just, it's been so long since anyone was...nice to me. My appearance isn't exactly very welcoming."

"And yet you still help people, the same people who call you a monster?"

"Of course! I might be an abomination, but I'm not a monster. In fact, before I became...this I had always dreamed of joining the knights."

"Well, that makes things easy."

"What do you mean?"

"While I cannot officially make you a knight, I can make you an honorary member of the knights of favonius."

"REALLY!?" You said, a child like excitment on your face.

So you joined the knights, of course not everyone was happy about this.

But noone doubted the acting grand master's decision, after all she never once failed the city.

After a while the city warmed up to you, even hailing you as a hero thanks to all you've done!

But the city's attitude towards you wasn't the only thing getting warmer.

Infact, a certain person's cheeks seemed to grow red as Amber's ribbon at the mere mention of your name.

Lisa and Kaeya were the first to notice Jean's infatuation with you, and they were quite intent on helping her.

It would be easy for them to set it up: you were cold blooded, so you had a heater in your room during the winter, and thanks to a 'freak lightning strike', your house was under renovations for the whole season, this caused Jean to let you stay in her home until yours was repaired.

Now all they had to do was sneak in an 'cool it' down.

You awoke in the middle of the night due to the temperature suddenly dropping. You tried turning on your heater but that didn't work. You went downstairs to make some hot tea, unaware that Kaeya swapped the labels on Jean's coffee and your tea. After making the beverage you sat down in the warmest corner, covered in blankets, and with a warm drink in hand.

Fun fact! Spiders get hella drunk off caffeine.

You are a spider.

One sip of the coffee and you felt funny, you couldn't think straight and felt wobbly.

Kaeya and Lisa giggled watching you.

"So, how DID you get them drunk? You couldn't exactly have spiked their tea could you?" Lisa asked.

"I swapped the labels on their tea and Jeans coffee. Spiders get hella drunk on-" Kaeya noticed Lisa worried face, "fuck, what did I do this time?"

"Kaeya, spiders don't get drunk on caffeine like humans do with alcohol."

Lisa pointed Kaeya towards the window

"Whoops"

Caffeine doesn't make spiders drunk the same way alchohol does a person, which is what Kaeya expected.

Caffeine makes spiders hyper, very hyper.

When Jean heard skittering and clanging she thought someone was robbing the house, so she was reasonably surprised to see you lying in the center of the kitchen, crying, and with webs all over.

When she asked what happened you just rolled over and mumbled out gibberish about how you can't catch any flies.

Jean picked you up to take you to bed, but you wrapped your arms and legs around her and caused her to fall.

"(Y/n), please let me go." Jean pleaded.

You shushed her, "nap time" and fell asleep.

Your grip was to strong for her to get out, and with your weight she couldn't get up in this position, so she just had to wait for you to get up.

The next day Jean got up the same time as you, she would have said something if you didn't kiss her and pet her head.

"I love this dream." You said, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Jean was shocked, what dream? You were clearly awake.

"I wonder if Jean is this warm in real life....I wish I could find out..."

"(Y-y/n)" she stuttered out, "you're not dreaming."

You shot up with all your eyes wide as saucers.

You immediately thought of running. But where would you go? The forest? Yeah, that works, just go there a-

You felt a warm sensation on your cheek.

"So (y/n), how does this dream usually go?" Jean said with a suggestive wink.

"(Y/n)?"

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After that rather unconventional confession session, you both started dating.

Jean was concerned about not having enough time for you, but that proved to be very unfounded. Thanks to your many years alone you didn't know what dating was, so to you simply working together was fine.

On every mission out of the city you would bring gifts or a picnic for when the sun was setting.

On days where you both had paper work you would make tea and buy little cakes or biscuits and sit on her lap as you rested on eachother's shoulders and fed each other snacks, under the excuse that "sharing a chair saves space".

On the rare occasion Jean gets to have a day off, she showers you in affection.

She'll make you breakfast in bed(it's not good 80% of the time, but you don't tell her), she'll cuddle with you all day, she'll even read to you if you want. She wants to give back to you for all the time she couldn't give you her full attention.

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Xingqiu: it's like one of my Inazuman graphic novels

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Your meeting with the guhua geek was far more coincidental.

You were just minding your business, catching some animals to eat, when some weird guy just walks by you, not noticing you at all, as he reads his book.

You were rather suprised and, by extension, curious about this boy.

Was he blind in peripheral? Was he that brave? Was he an idiot?

A bit of colum B, mostly colum C.

Xingqiu sat down on a rock and continued reading, given how he was reading aloud you figured you might as well take advantage of his lack of notice and learn to read.

But he did notice.

"Ah shoot, spaces out again." Xingqiu cried, "now I have to start all over."

Xingqiu started reading the book all over again, much to your joy.

You could easily match his words to the page thanks to your speed of comprehension.

When the boy noticed it was getting late he decided to head home, while you were upset you didn't try and stop him. In fact you immediately darted away before he saw you.

The next day he came back, and read from the same spot.

And again

This went on for quite some time.

Xingqiu knew someone was watching him, but he never was able to catch a glimpse. He just figured it was someone who wanted to read legends of the shattered halberd but couldn't find any copies, and so the chivalrous thing to do would be to read it for them.

One day he finished the fifth book and proclaimed it was the last one, which made you rather sad.

Until he spoke to you.

"Well my secretive friend," he turned around, "shall w-"

You screamed

He screamed

For about five minutes.

After which you both just stared at eachother.

He pointed a shakey finger at you, "you're-"

You turned away, 'a freak I know' you thought.

"SO COOL!"

"What?"

Xingqiu immediately ran at you and started inspecting you.

The whole time he had such an amazed look on his face.

"Woah!" He said as he grabbed your mandibles, "are these real?!"

"Ye ey are, a ah ee e ah a" you said hoping he would understand that you need them to talk.

"Oh. Hehe. Sorry." He said releasing them.

"Aren't you...scared of me?" You asked.

"Why would I be? If you wanted to kill me you would have. It's not like I was particularly on guard when I was reading for you."

'Y-you knew I was there?"

"I knew someone was there, and I knew they were watching me read. Since you showed such interest in my book I thought the only chivalrous thing to do was to keep reading."

You were shocked, most people just ran and screamed upon seeing you.

"Now, shall we go look for the sixth book?"

After that you and Xingqiu became fast friends.

He used some of the money he made from the scam he pulled on that scammer to buy out the forest you lived in, making it officially private property so that people won't go after you.

He kept coming back with books for you both to read, you absolutely loved it!

And while you never realized it, you also loved him.

He however, did know he loved you.

Being the menace to society he is, Xingqiu decided the best way to confess was to just kiss you.

You're sitting on a stump with your head on Xingqiu's shoulder.

"This book isn't as good as the others." You say.

"Ah don't be like that, fairy tales are the foundation of all those 'knight in shining armor books' you love."

"Yeah but this is boring."

"True, true. But I think it has a great ending." Xingqiu turned to the final page, "and then the knight told the (royal title) how much he loved them, and to seal his love he placed a kiss on their cheek."

"That wasn't good."

"Why? It was very realistic."

"In what reality does someone confess by kiss-"

*smooch*

It took you a solid five seconds to process what happened.

Xingqiu smirked at you like the bastard man he is, "this one I believe."

Your mandibles hung slack as your face got a dark shade of blue.

"Uh, (y/n)?"

"Clothes off, now."

Xingqiu stumbled out the forest four hours later. Chongyun, who was protecting his privacy, asked him what's wrong.

"Absolutely nothing." He responded with the largest grin a human could muster, before his legs gave out, "can you carry me home?"

Your relationship was more steady than just that bit though.

Xingqiu spent as much time with you as he could, he even learned how to hunt so he could be with you while you hunted for food.

You never left your forest though, you were far to afraid of people and especially the vigilant yaksha(which Xingqiu tried to convince you was friendly).

Of course, not everything goes so simply.

Xingqiu was skipping through the forest, far to enamoured at the idea of you to notice someone following him.

You sat calmly on your rock and awaited your boyfriend of two years, today was his birthday so you made him a beautiful silk picture of his favorite scene from 'the legend of the broken halberd'

You felt the boy drop into your lap, "hello my love!"

You wrapped your arms and extra legs around him, "hello my little knight, I have a wonderful gift for-"

"XINQIU! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

You both turned around to see a man who looked oddly like Xingqiu.

"H-hey big bro..." Xingqiu said, clearly nervous.

"You're his brother?" You asked, "nice to meet you! I'm your future sibling in law!"

His brother looked surprised, then angry, "Xingqiu, a word."

"No," he responded, "anything you can say to me you can say to my (s/o)."

"Xingqiu, this is not a game."

"ANYTHING," Xingqiu said, far more aggressive, "you can say to me, you can say to them."

His brother sighed, "you can't date them."

"I believe I can."

"XINGQIU! ME AND FATHER HAVE TOLERATED ENOUGH OF YOUR CHILDISHNESS! YOU ARE AN HEIR OF THE FEIYUN COMMERCE GUILD, YOU CANNOT DATE THAT-THAT THING!"

Xingqiu shot up into a fighting stance, "care to repeat that?"

Xingqiu stared down his brother with murderous intent.

"So you wont back down?"

"Never, I love (y/n) to much!"

"If you don't leave them, you'll be disowned by father, all your wealth, power, and influence will be forfeited. All for an inhuman freak!"

"Xinqiu please," you tried telling your beloved, "I won't let you sacrifice-"

"Sorry darling, but I don't give a damn." He interrupted you before turning to his brother, "I will NOT abandon my beloved (y/n)! They are the most precious thing in the world to me! So go ahead! Strip me if my title, my riches, of my very skin! My heart will yearn for nothing else but the cold hard touch of love that is my (s/o)!"

Xinqiu's brother smirked

"So, you promise to always be with (y/n)?"

"Yes!"

"Through both sickness and health?"

As smart as he was, Xinqiu couldn't see what was happening, "with all my heart and soul!"

"And you would take (Y/N) as your contractually bound spouse?"

"I would sooner bite my arm off than live another day without them as such! In fact!" Xinqiu turned to you, "(Y/N)! WE'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW! COME ON!"

"Hold it!" His brother demanded, "(Y/N)! Would you stay with my brother, Xinqiu, through sickness and health, through rags and riches?"

You nodded, "forever and always!"

"And would you take him to be your contractually bound husband?"

"E-even if I had to fight Rex Lapis himself!"

Two burly hands grabbed the couple and pushed them together, "You may now kiss the bride!"

Without thought, you two kissed each other, not thinking to question the cheering, clapping, and crying-

You both pulled apart, "what the abyss is happening here?!"

The burly arms, now wrapping you both, was an older crying man who also looked like Xinqiu.

Xinqiu's Brother was crying and clapping.

Chongyun was blasting off party cones(🎉🎉these things)

And several other of Xinqiu's friends were there celebrating.

"W-wait..." Xinqiu started to remember that his brother, as a high ranking member of a commerce guild, can officiate marriages.

The older man, Xinqiu's father, cried and said, "finally! Grandchildren!"

(If you can't have babies, adoption exists and is perfectly normal)

Needless to say

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Razor: the big bad spider and the itsy bitsy spider

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(Please understand that my knowledge of Razor is based on his quest, I know of his special vision but it won't be brought up for this. I will be sure to read the wiki page for him if I write him again)

Razor knew something was wrong.

His wolf side told him something was wrong with the forest, and his human side told him it should be either avoided at all cost or destroyed.

Because it had stayed away he had largely tried to just avoid it and keep his lupical away from whatever IT is.

Until a foolish pup decided to try and defeat whatever big bad monster had their protector so scared.

Razor ran faster than any lightning bolt upon hearing the news.

Razor didn't know what he was seeing: giant webs strewn out covering entire trees, boars and Hilichurls wrapped in webs and frozen in a sickly green.

And at the center of it all was a giant, monstrous creature with eight leg like roots coming from it's back, feeding off the life of all the creatures stuck here.

This is what he was afraid of, the beast that every inch of his primal self screamed to get away from.

But he couldn't, not until he found the pup!-

"Hello." You said calmly to the strange man coming into your home, "is this your's?"

You outstretched your hand and a sleeping pup drifted towards razor on a flower.

"He caused lots of problems, so I made him sleep. Don't worry, it's nothing permanent, give him an hour or two and he'll be right up."

After Razor left, you assumed that would be the last disturbance for a while.

But it wasn't.

Razor's wolf half still feared you, was still mortified when he pictured your spider like face, your towering body, everything.

But his human half...teembled.

Not in fear, but in a different way.

He couldn't stop thinking of you, and his primal upbringing did little to quell the less romantic thoughts about your gem like eyes, the way your mandibles clicked and moved when you talked, the overwhelming nature energy that you radiated.

But he still knew good enough to get to know you better.

Just not HOW to do it.

"Why are you spider?"

Is not a good first thing to ask.

But you explained regardless: you were taken as a kid and experimented on by some rogue students from Sumeru academy.

Then some purple lady rescued you, and while you were grateful you much preferred living out in the wild.

"Yes...wild is good! Wolvendom, especially good!"

Someone please help him.

"Purple lady....ah! Shockey wizard lady from knights?"

You nodded

"Razor good friends with her and honorary knight! Do you know red flamy girl?"

"Klee? Oh yes! I love her! She's such a nice kid!"

"Yes, Klee is like lupical! Even if she...burns down forest from time to time."

Lucky for him, your shared familial love for the pyromaniacal minor helped bridge the gap between you two.

Eventually he even got you to leave your grotto(?) And meet his lupical!

He introduced you to the wonders of actually eating rather than just sucking the life force out of animals.

You both love and protect the forest of wolvendom, and if any large threat arises to it then you both will fight fang and claw to protect your home!

Neither of you know what love is in the human sense, but you both feel it to each other and act upon it: giving each other a portion of your food, taking blows in battle for each other, and cuddling more intimately than just friends would.

You are his lupical, and so much more.

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I started this near last year's end, it took me till now to realize I should only do 3 characters.

(Paging: @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #jean x reader #Razor x reader #Xinqiu x reader #xinqiu #genshin jean #razor

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roxa-sos · 4 years

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before you go - jj maybank

jj maybank x ex-pogue!reader

tw; it’s a lil angsty (n o, it’s pretty angsty) mention of sex. sad sad. v sad.

request: “can you write an imagine with jj based on the song before you go by lewis capaldi”

a/n -- i don’t listen to lewis capaldi but this song is really good?? like i listened to it once and just. damn. i LOVE writing song fics bc i can’t write unless i have music playing, so plsplspls send more requests for songs :)

i fell by the wayside like everyone else i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, but i was just kidding myself our every moment, i start to replace ‘cause not that they’re gone, all i hear are the words that i needed to say

you grew up in the outer banks. an only child, the pogue’s golden girl, best friends with jj maybank since you were ten. you were the golden girl of the outer banks. cool enough to hang around the pogues and be one yourself, but hot enough to have some kook eyes on you. peaceful, funny, but you always declined when people chased after you.

jj maybank had a shitty dad. a deadbeat mom. but he was your best friend. you had millions of memories of you two at the beach, him teaching you to surf when you were twelve, the two of you being the worst and best things that had ever happened to your side of the island.

when you were fifteen, you could’ve sworn you knew love. your love for your best friend, your love for the dumb boy that woke you up at six in the morning so he could sneak out before your parents found out he spent the night. the boy who made you a pothead. the boy who consumed all of your free time.

but you’d always been too scared to pursue him.

so, you fell into the hands of another guy. he was kind of an ass to your friends, but you thought he really cared about you. he brought you flowers, took you to the drive in, spent nights with you, and kissed you until your lips were swollen.

jj hated you for it. he always thought you were replacing him with your boyfriend, and he didn’t like you focusing on someone other than him. he wanted to be the guy who held you on his lap when he was driving the boat, he wanted to be the guy you clung onto at movies, he wanted to be the guy who kissed you until you were out of breath.

but he wasn’t.

after six months with your boyfriend, you dad delivered the worst news you’d ever heard. a relocation to upstate new york. and all of the sudden, time slipped through your hands.

when you hurt under the surface like troubled water running cold well, time can heal but this won’t

you told all of the pogues except for jj.

he hadn’t talked to you unless he had to in months.

he found out through john b, and he cried. cried angrily after storming out of the chateau, sitting down on the bank next to the lake. he didn’t have any more time with you.

so, before you go was there something i could’ve said to make your heart beat better? if only i’d known you had a storm to weather

you knew you had three months left in the outer banks. you made the most of your time left with your boyfriend, but jj slowly started coming back to you for company.

you still hadn’t told him. but he was back.

you were spending your days and nights with your friends and your boyfriend, and every moment you spent packing was time spent crying your eyes out.

you were leaving everything you’d ever known.

but you had jj back, and that made everything seem a little bittersweet. he was coming back to you after all this time, and he didn’t even know you didn’t have any time left together. or so you thought.

was there something i could’ve said to make it all stop hurting? it kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless so, before you go

“i’m leaving in a month” was how you told jj. it was almost like he already knew, but he had to leave when you told him. and he cried again, the damn boy cried right outside the room you were standing in, breaking your heart. he muttered things to himself, talking about how he was wasting time, but you pretended like you didn’t hear.

and then, a week before you left, you were spending the night with your boyfriend while your parents were hanging out with friends. jj was at your door, and you had to step outside to talk to him.

“i’m fucking in love with you.”

you didn’t know what to say to him.

“i have been. for years. and you just... got with him. and i couldn’t say anything, because i want you to be happy, but i can’t keep it to myself knowing that i’m... i’m fucking losing you.”

you never said anything to him, but you hugged him. and he left.

when you went inside, your boyfriend broke it off with you. you both knew it was coming, seeing as neither of you could do long distance like that, and he knew you wouldn’t be able to stay committed to someone that you couldn’t have.

and you were alone. you were alone until you had twenty four hours left in paradise on earth.

your last night there, you got drunk as hell. you smoked, and the pogues held their little goodbye party for you. at the end of it, when kie had to go home, and pope’s dad picked him up, and john b left you and jj to have your bittersweet ending, you kissed jj. you kissed him hard, and he kissed you back.

you’d probably remember every bit of that night for the rest of your life.

his hands started on your face, pulling yours into his, then they slid down to hold your waist to make sure you didn’t get away from him in those last hours you had. he hated himself for letting you get away from him for all of those months. he hated you for getting a boyfriend. but he couldn’t spend the rest of that time hating things.

so he loved you instead. it could be classified as a hookup, but it meant more to both of you. by the time you two were laying next to each other in his bed at the chateau, looking up at the ceiling, sweaty and with marks forming on your neck, you were crying. sobbing, you had a breakdown. you couldn’t get those months back. neither could he, but all he could do was hold you and try to make you feel better.

you agreed to stay in contact before you left. you two were going to try to make long distance stuff work. the pogues were all outside your house the day you were supposed to put your suitcase in your dad’s car and drive to the ferries.

you leaned out the car window, watching them get smaller and smaller as the car drove. jj followed the car for a little bit until he knew it was hopeless, keeping his eyes on you until your dad told you to sit down.

was never the right time, whenever you called went little by little until there was nothing at all our every moment, i start to replay but all i can think about is seeing that look on your face

you and jj left it off on a bad note. you didn’t get your awkward morning after having sex across the hall from john b. you didn’t get a sweet first kiss. it all hurt. but you both tried to get over it as you started off with facetimes once you settled down in your new home.

it always hurt to see him, though. he agreed. you switched to phone calls, scheduled them so you could get ready to hear him.

he missed half of them. in your heart, somewhere, you knew he was moving on.

so were you.

back home, he was beating himself up when he flirted with other people. when he spent his time with someone that wasn’t you. but he knew he couldn’t bring himself to hear your voice, much less see your face. he was trying to replace every bad feeling thinking of you gave him, but that meant replacing every moment you two had.

you were doing the same. finding new people. none of them would ever match jj and the pogues, but you were trying. you held onto everything you had left of jj, but you knew his time in your life was over, or coming to an end.

would we be better off by now if i’d have let my walls come down? maybe, i guess we’ll never know you know, you know

the last phone call you two shared ended with tears, but you both knew it was for the best.

you confided in each other. it hurt, and you told him. he told you the same.

“i should’ve said something.” he practically shouted, frustrated with himself.

“i should’ve said something, too.” you laughed halfheartedly, choking back another sob. it had been a few months since you’d called, but you needed to have a clean cut. not let things linger.

“i miss you.” all he ever had to say was that he regretted everything he did. all he ever had to say was that he missed you.

“i miss you too, but you know we’re over, j. i love you.”

“i love you too.” and then the static of the connection cut, and you knew he was gone from you for good.

a/n -- i just realized that anon probably wanted this song request to be about mental health issues but this made me just as sad as that would’ve so like asldnlanwegvbolande holy FUCK this made my heart hurt.

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allforbtsu · 4 years

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On eachother we rely- Chapter 2

Ot7 Werewolf x Werewolf Reader (eventually)

Summary: In a world where werewolves are known to exist and are being hunted down for science reasons, y/n has to regain her freedom after being captured. What she didn't know was that a new beginning was looming, new people entering in her life. Will she be able to find a new home in them? Has all she been through help her protect her new family?

Word Count: 3.1k

Warning: Mention of breeding and nothing else I think...

Chapter 1

The night passed in an instant, before she could even realise Hobi was tossing around on the bed waking her up. “I'm sorry, I got a cramp on my arm” She kindly stood up a little and let the werewolf take his arm under her head. “Sorry” She closed her arms and stretched. When y/n turned around she found Hobi already staring at her. “Good morning” He sang. “They are probably gonna bring the food in a little while, we slept quite a lot”. “I can't believe they just feed us once a day, and barely anything.” y/n got out of the bed. “Better than nothing” Answered Hobi. y/n scoffed. “Better than nothing” She mumbled.

“I need to go to the bathroom” y/n cried. “Me too” Said Hobi getting out of bed as well and tidying it. “I also need a shower, I reek. Do they let us shower here?” “Only once a week. It gets pretty savage in there when the time to shower comes. There's only one place for that and they don't separate male from females, it's a mess. The alphas get super possessive over their mates and almost always an omega gets beat up. Those days are truly something”

“So we can get in contact with other people from here” y/n realised, her heart skipping a beat in excitement. “Yeah! Shower time and playtime are usually the only moments I get to speak to other werewolves and figure a way out. That's how I met up with jungkook actually. He's really nice, another beta. That was before he got taken away from the section I was in though, I think he got a match as well. We will probably meet up with him in the showers or in playtime.”

Y/N sat on her bed. “Playtime?”.”Oh, yes. They usually want us to change into our wolf forms, so they let us go outside to a little backyard they have.”, “Has no one tried to attack them and escape?” Hobi grimaced. “The last time that happened they were killed” y/n eyes shot wide open. “The only way to escape is during the night and with a great amount of luck” Hobi answered while he got closer to the glass door, already smelling the food. The same old lady gave them their little ration of food and left. Hobi turned around, the plate in his hand with the same steak from yesterday and two carrots to the sides. “Show me something more appealing than this, I'll wait.” y/n joked, making Hobi let out a little giggle.

They sat on the floor and started eating. Without her realising Hobi put his hand on her knee and caressed it in affection, a timid smile on his lips. Y/N blushed, but let him pet her anyway. The cage was filled with comfortable silence, the two young people basking in having found each other. As they told one another stories about their childhood and family they couldn't help but share some laughs. Y/N couldn't believe someone could smile as wholeheartedly as Hobi, so while he threw his body forward laughing at one of her antics, she caressed the back of his neck, he did not respond, only sending a smile her way. Hobi's heart filled with warmth and swore to himself to protect her no matter what. They both had lost their families, but he was sure they had found something similar in each other, security, at the very least.

The afternoon went smoothly, singing funny songs with Hobi and staring at the cage across, both girls already knowing her and sharing smiles. A few hours before nighttime, an alarm sounded once again. She looked over to Hobi in his bed. “It's shower time i guess.” He stood up. “Enjoy it, you will not have another one till next week.” “Do they also use this to study us?” She asked. “You bet. It's a complete mess in there. Keep close to me, ok? Don't stare at anyone.They could be an alpha or their mate and you are fucked” y/n gulped, but nodded either way. She went closer and stood up next to him on the door, waiting for the guards to handcuff them and take them to the bathrooms. “Will we meet that guy...mhm, jeon..?” “Yes, jungkook! He will be there. I want to know if he got a good cage partner, I hope so, he is a good guy.”

The guards came and took them along the corridor. “Don't grab him like that! He didn't do anything, slow down!” Hobi and y/n turned their heads to the left, where the cupid-like nose boy shouted to one of the guards who was holding the dumpling boy a little too roughly. “If he had behaved other times we wouldn't be in this position.” Answered the man holding him down. Hobi got himself closer to y/n as if trying to protect her and kept on going, both being pushed forward by the guards. Other werewolves being taken out of their cages as well.

The bathroom looked like a long hall, with closed showers on each side, a long bench in the middle of the corridor going to the back of the room. “There's not enough showers for everyone” Said y/n seeing how person after person was entering the place, the room being unable to hold more than forty people. “Nope, that's why we have to be quick and…” “Move over” Said a guy cutting Hobi off and pushing both of them to the side.” Aish, see what did I tell you. Right from the start” Growled Hobi. They went to the back of the room, where less people were gathering around. Right behind them two young boys came in sight. “Hobi?” Said one of them, startling the already two distressed werewolves. “Jungkook-ah!” Shouted Hobi, coming closer and hugging the boy. “How are you? Such a long time. This is Taehyung” Jungkook nodded behind him, where a guy with a shy smile on his face hid. “Tete, this is Hobi. The friend I told you about.” Taehyung wave his way, making Hobi smile. “This is y/n, my cage partner” Both werewolves looked behind him, where y/n hid as well, the two guys blushing at the sight that it was a girl. Jungkook stared at Hobis eyes in disbelief. “Oh no, that means…” Hobi nodded. “We have to leave here as soon as possible then. I'm still healing from the fight, but…” Jungkook was cutted of by another guy pushing him, he reeked of alpha. y/n couldn't believe their luck. Hobi and Taehyung walked backwards, far away from Jungkook and the confronting alpha. Hobi grabbed y/n and led her to an empty shower, all the others being used and people waiting in line for them.

The beta and alpha stared at each other for a few seconds, till Taehyung reached over and grabbed Jungkook's arm, prompting him to back down. He would not budge.”Ay, why is he so confrontational. Let it be jungkook-ah” Mumbled Hobi. “Hobi, I'm scared” He looked down at her and nodded. “Get in the shower, flower. No one will go in there, I will stay here” y/n watched the scene in front of her, where a very riled up alpha was about to beat jungkook up. “Not if you don't get in with me. You are gonna get in that mess. At least in there I can be sure you are safe” She told him. Hobi blushed, but nodded either way. They started stripping down inside the shower, before turning it on, so no one could watch them bare. “I won't look” Mumbled Hobi softly before she could take off her undergarments. She giggled. “I don't mind” He stared at her eyes and smiled.

They both discarded the rest of their clothes and turned on the shower. The sound of a very distressed Taehyung scolding Jungkook dissipated as both werewolves took in the sight of each other. Y/N had never seen someone as pretty as Hobi before and neither did him. She blushed and looked down, she couldn't believe her sight, her stare coming right up. Hobi giggled. “It's ok, I don't mind” He joked, copying her, making her laugh and embrace him. They stood there under the hot faucet for a few minutes, holding onto one another. Hobi”s hand caressed her back, as she rubbed the back of his neck.

After showering and putting on their clothes, they were separated once again, y/n being taken back to the ward and Hobi back to the cage. He caressed her hand in reassurance. Back to the room filled with doctors, y/n sat back down on one of the beds, waiting for her doctors, one guard next to her all the time. Next to her bed another girl rested in one of her own, her eyes puffy, she had been crying. Y/N stared at her, until Minji appeared in her sight. “Well, hello y/n. Give me a moment, I will be here with you shortly with Jaebong.” The woman said, sending her a cold smile that didn't reach her eyes, getting lost once again in the sea of beds and patients.

“You already know what they want you for, right?” Asked in a hoarse voice the girl who was lying on the bed, causing y/n to turn her gaze on her once again. The guard next to her seem to tense up, ready to listen to the conversation. The girl's eyes seem full of sorrow, y/n had the feeling the girl understood her and wanted to tell her something. The girl looked over to the guard in nervousness, her stare falling back on y/n, who slightly nodded in reassurance. “They will take him away”. “What?” Asked y/n. “Silence!” Shouted the guard. “The baby, once you have it” The guard puffed out and closed a curtain separating both of them. Her voice no longer heard, her message had already reached its receiver. Y/N sighted, legs trembling once again. She hated this place with all her being. Would they truly take the child if she had one? Had they taken the girl's baby out of her grasp? That is surely why she looked so sad and told her this information. Before y/n thoughts traveled farther, Minji came back with Jaebong. “Hello y/n” Said the man. Both doctors were standing next to her. “The check up from yesterday came completely fine, you are a very healthy young lady indeed. Perfect for childbearing. Incredible news for the conditions you use to live out there in the wild.” The words made y/n cringe. “We have been observing your behavior, as you know, and we are completely happy to see you have responded well to your cage partner.”

The stare on the woman's eye made y/n believe she knew more than she should, her gaze falling back to the floor. Wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. The doctors talked with her about other medical stuff and let her go, they mostly wanted to check her menstruation cycles and heats. Information y/n didn't want to share, but was forced to, threatening her by saying they wouldn allow her and Hobi to eat till she decided to speak about it.

Back at the cage she broke down, not wanting to be in this place any longer. Begging Hobi to hold her and stay by her side. Before she knew it they were sleeping again and the day began once more. Hobi woke up excited, exclaiming today was playtime day. Y/N could not share the same excitement, the thoughts about yesterday coming back to her mind. “Hobi, today we have to speak to that jungkook guy. We need to get out of here, please.” He looked at her with a sad smile, hugging her. “Yes, we will speak to him, but we need to be carefull, It's not common for werewolves to exchange long conversations during playtime.” She nodded. Hobi couldn't stand seeing her so sad. “I will see your wolf for the first time! And you will see mine! Aren't you excited?” A smile broke into y/n face. “Yes, Hobi, Im happy for that”

After they had the food portion of the day, the time came when they were escorted to the big backyard the facility owned. You could see the woods through the electric fence, what brought y/n a sense of comfort, freedom. The green space was big, it looked like a little forest, with its own lake and trees, many little spaces to hide and talk. You were able to see the werewolves with their own partners and friends, no group bigger than three or four. You could see some wolves playing on the grass or chasing each other, biting their legs or caressing others. This brought joy to y/n's delicate heart. Bringing some hope for the future.

“Are you ready to transform?” Asked Hobi with a smile. y/n nodded. Both of them walked behind some trees together and changed in front of each other, away from the praying eyes of the biologists. Hobis wolf was one of the most majestic things y/n had ever seen, with fur that looked more reddish than brownish and his bright eyes that looked at her in wonder. y/n wolf was white as snow, soft eyes staring at Hobi. “Your wolf is beautiful!” Said Hobi from their mind bond. “You can talk to me through the bond already?” Asked y/n in surprise. Hobi jumped up and down. “Of course, you are my pack, my family” y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never felt before what she felt for Hobi. y/n prayed she could feel like this forever, happy.

She got closer and caressed her head against his neck, showing her love and appreciation. Hobi nuzzled back. “Come on, let's run and meet up with jungkook-ah” Both of them ran around the park, shoving each other to the side, almost always touching one another. Near the pond, y/n and Hobi could smell the two werewolves they encountered at the showers. Both of them were play fighting against one another, tumbling around on the glass. Hobi started to wag his tail in happiness, coming closer to them both. "I'm gonna talk with Jungkook through the bond, you probably won't be able to listen, don't worry, taehyung won't be able as well. I will tell you what we talked about later." Y/N nodded.

As both males talked, her gaze fell back once again on the forest. Her mind somewhere else. Suddenly she felt someone pushing her to the side, Taehyung, making Hobi growl at him to be carefull. The sweet wolf's ears went flat to his head, but as he realised y/n was wagging her tail, he started jumping, prompting her to play with him. Y/N went and bit softly on one of his ears, causing Taehyung to whimper and throw himself on the grass dramatically as she had bitten it off. This made her internally laugh as she threw herself on top of him, tumbling around on the floor. As y/n and Taehyung played around, Hobi and Jungkook couldn't help but look at them fontly. Even though none of them had mated to one another, they felt an extremely big connection to each other.

Once Hobi and Jungkook finished talking about the plans, they joined both werewolves to play. Jungkook had never been this close to a female before, and as y/n rubbed her head against his neck, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. She did the same with Taehyung, leaving him petrified, saying goodbye to the wolves, as she and Hobi followed everyone else from their section back to the cages.

Back in their room, y/n felt exhausted, the day feeling way too long. Hobi and her got on their respective beds, that didn't last long. "Y/N?" "What?" Mumbled y/n half sleep, "Don't you want to know what we talked about?" "Yes" She opened her eyes, "In three weeks is gonna be the full moon, and as you probably guess shit gets crazy in here, so they usually reinforce security during that night. The good thing is, and what we are gonna take advantage of, is that the amount of security the day after is way less than any normal day, as they believe we are way too exhausted after the full moon, and also because they send the guards who made the night shift back home. We are acaping the night after the full moon. No other day of the month is better than that one, we have no other opportunity."

Y/N remained in silence, taking all the information in. "Is it okay with you?" Asked Hobi softly, starting to believe y/n was gonna back down, too scared to escape, but that was way beyond the truth. "Yes, Hobi, it's perfect. How did you all come up with this?", "Me and Jungkook have been in here for a while, we had the need to escape since the very beginning as well. So since we were in other section, that was way more secluded than this one, we began studying how this facility works and to work up a plan to get out of here."

"What was that section about? Why did they have you there?" There was a pause, "I think they had all the wolves best for breeding in there. I believe they collect them in there and then they distribute them along the females that arrive or the one that matches best in genes" y/n shivered, "This is truly a nightmare" Hobi turned around, as he was facing the ceiling, and stared at y/n, who was prompted already looking at him, "I know, but in three weeks, if we are lucky, we will be out of here", "And if we are not lucky, then what? What will happen to us?" Hobi stared at her eyes, "I don't know"

They stayed in silence, staring at each other in the dark. Y/N stood up and went over Hobi's bed, laying down, him scooting over so she could lay comfortably. Both of their faces were centimeters apart, and as Hobi exhaled in nervousness, y/n went closer and pecked his lips softly. A smile broke in the young boy's face, his eyes shining, as she copied him. He went closer once again and kissed her nose, her eyelids and then her mouth, "Don't worry about that now, ok? We have each other and we have hope, let's just hope for the best"

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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Baller || S.M

Summary: Mingi’s prculiar way of trying to get your attention ended up hurting you, but he sure as Hell would try to fix you.

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Words: Like, some of ‘em

Genre: Smut, bit of Angst

A/N: Lmfaooo this is the first smut in days that isn’t a threesome. Enjoy xx💖

REQUESTS SUPER OPEN

---- THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ANON ----

Your practice would be over in ten minutes, but the boys just couldn't seem to fucking wait. They started dribbling and fooling around with the basketballs whilst you practiced. Every girl on your team was visibly upset about the boys being noisy and interrupting their time, but the coach said nothing, since they were his golden boys. It annoyed you all profusely, and since no one (including your team captain) was doing anything, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You left your practice game and headed over to the boys.

You angrily tapped on their captain's shoulder and he turned around. He had his usual playful smile as he looked down at you. God, he was tall.

"Hi, can you not be dickheads and stop playing while we're still clearly practicing?" You smiled at him bitterly.

"Sure," he chuckled "when you girls learn how to play real basketball we'll do it."

The rest of the boys, who were listening to the conversation, snickered at his comment. You were fuming. You couldn't believe someone could be so cocky and disrespectful.

"You're so fucking full of yourself Mingi!"

"That's because I can. I mean, we're better Y/N, just face it. We haven't lost a single game the whole season."

You balled up your fists beside your body and your face instantly heat up. You took a deep breath however, you wouldn't allow yourself to stoop to his level.

"Fine, whatever. Let's make a deal. We play a friendly match and if you win I'll treat you all to dinner. But if we win-"

Mingi cut you off right away.

"Dinner? No way."

You looked at him confused. How was free dinner not a good offer? Plus, you had seen him eat, you knew he loved food.

"What do you want then?"

Mingi crossed his arms and took a step closer to you, a smug expression planted on his face.

"If we win," he paused, for a dramatic effect "you have to admit we're better than you."

You rolled your eyes at how childish he was, but agreed nevertheless.

"Fine, whatever, just warm-up and get ready to lose."

You turned your back on them and joined your team. You explained to them and to the coach what had happened, and everyone agreed that a practice match between the male team and the female team would be fun.

The game was pretty rough, and Mingi made sure to rub in your face how good he was, by winking at you every time he scored a triple. You were getting mad, not because you were losing, but because he was winning.

At some point, the score was 36-42, for the boys, and you were giving your all to make sure they couldn't get a hold of the ball. One of your teammates managed to slap the ball out of Yunho's hands while he dribbled, causing the it to roll away on the floor. You sprinted to pick it up, but it seemed Mingi had the same idea, and he ended up crashing against you, hard.

The ball was his only goal, and the animalistic way he threw himself onto the object made him bump on you. You twisted your ankle as you fell on the floor, and your back hit the wooden bench placed against the wall.

You cried silently and gripped your ankle in pain.

"Y/N oh my God, are you ok!?" Mingi asked, feeling both preoccupied and guilty.

You looked up at him, bloodshot eyes from crying and anger written all over. You stood up, as well as you could, and pushed him away with all your strength. You were limping towards the building's infirmary when a large hand gripped your wrist. Already knowing who it belonged to, you freed yourself from the grasp.

"Just fuck off Mingi, you've done enough."

It was around 8 PM already, so naturally the nurse had already gone home. You looked for an ice pack around and placed it on your ankle, hoping it wasn't a serious injury.

Between your sobs and sniffles, you could hear soft footsteps approaching you.

"Please leave..." You asked, weakly.

Mingi just huffed and ignored your request. He sat down beside you, carefully removed your shoe, and placed your leg on his lap. He took the ice pack from you and applied it on your swollen ankle for you. You didn't speak not did you object, you were too tired and in too much pain to have the energy to say something. Mingi broke the silence first.

"I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to annoy you, much less hurt you."

You didn't even glance at him, you just focused your gaze on the floor.

"Please talk to me Y/N..."

You finally turned to him, looking pained and offended.

"What do you want me to say Mingi? You guys are constantly putting us down for being girls and playing basketball! And- and as if wasn't enough, you might've injured me foreal! If I can't play the rest of the season we're so fucked!"

Mingi was taken aback by your yelling, and although he didn't look like it, he was a really sensitive guy. He loved to tease and joke around, but he's feelings got hurt very easily, and when you talked to him in such a rough manner, it broke him a little.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I d-don't know what else to do."

His voice broke mid-sentence, and he was blinking rapidly, trying to prevent the tears from falling. You noticed his actions and looked at him, feeling bad for making him cry.

"Mingi are you... crying?"

He chuckled and wiper his tears with the hand that wasn't holding your ice pack.

"I guess I am..."

There were a couple seconds of awkward silence, since neither of you knew what to say.

"Why are you crying though?"

Mingi sighed and locked his eyes with yours.

" 'Cause... I wanted to impress you, ok? I wanted you to notice me, but I guess I've done it the wrong way."

You snickered at what he said.

"Hey! Come on, what's so funny?"

He looked visibly sad at your reaction, so you just shook your head, indicating that you weren't laughing at his confession.

"It's just... Normally I wouldn't believe something like that but it's just so you, to try really hard to do something yet do it backward."

He blushed a little at your comment, mumbling a 'Guess that's true' under his breath. You brought your hand up to his hair and played with it.

"Sorry I was an ass to you, can you please, please forgive me and give me another chance?" Mingi asked.

You looked at him dead in the eye and coldly told him 'no'. You were mean, you knew it, but the way his face fell at your straightforwardness kind of amused you. You laughed and straddled his lap, being careful with your ankle as you did so. You leaned your forehead against his and smiled.

"I'm joking Mingi, I'll give you a second chance."

He immediately smiled, a smile that lit up the whole atmosphere around you, and pulled you in for a hug. When you two pulled away, you realized how close together you were, how your lips were almost touching, and how his eyes darted from your own, down to your lips. He leaned in closer, never quite closing the gap.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this..." You whispered.

"Maybe we shouldn't." He agreed.

Yet neither of you pulled away. You just waited and hoped the other one made a move. Eventually desperation grew between you, and you both moved at the same time to connect your lips. You placed your hands on his neck while Mingi gripped your waist.

Mingi's lips were soft and sweet, just like his true personality (not the one he had shown you certainly though). He took it slow with you, not wanting to push anything.

His tongue only entered your mouth when he felt your crotch grind against his. Mingi moaned the second he felt your clothed crotch grind against his growing hard-on. His fingers moved down to your ass, squeezing it lightly and simultaneously pulling you closer.

Mingi's lips started working on your neck, tasting the saltiness of your skin from the previous practice.

"Mingi, do something..."

Your breathy, needy voice combined with the increasing speed of your clothed pussy grinding against him made Mingi's cock twitch. He helped you undress, so you wouldn't apply much pressure on your ankle, and you then slid his shorts and boxers down mid-thigh. You pumped his lenght a few times, causing him to hiss at the contact and throw his head back.

You lifted yourself up and placed him at your entrance. As you did so, Mingi looked down at your body, wanting to catch the exact moment he pushed inside of you.

You lowered yourself on his cock, slowly, taking him all in. You bit your lip to prevent from screaming his name.

"We have to be quiet, okay baby?" He told you and kissed your cheek.

The pet name had a weird effect on you, yet you loved it.

Mingi grabbed your waist, helping you move up and down his cock. His hips jerked up to reach as deep as possible, and one of his hands would occasionally sneak down your body and grab your ass.

"Fuck, Mingi... I'm coming." You whispered, although you wanted to yell it.

The pad of his thumb met your clit, applying pressure and drawing circles on it. Your body started feeling heavier and although you wanted to make Mingi cum, you couldn't hold it any longer.

Mingi noticed this, and pressed his lips against yours to muffle your moan.

You never stopped bouncing on his cock, and, after hearing the lewd noises of your skin slapping for a couple more seconds he pulled out of you and came all over both of your jerseys.

You both looked down at the mess he'd made and you noticed a hard blush spread across his cheeks.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

You cut him off with a kiss and smiled.

"Don't you think you've apologized well enough already?"

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ves-is-writing-bnha-again · 3 years

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You Are My Sunshine

Title: My Only sunshine

Description: You make me happy

Warning(s): :) angst :)

Pairings: Bakugou x reader, eventual Todoroki x reader

A/N: Listen for the sake of story we’ll pretend the dorms already existed shhhhh. Anyway, this is part 1.

“Why are you being so mean? You’re making him cry Kacchan! If you keep on hurting him I’ll- I’ll uh- I’ll stop you myself!” Midoriya cried, raising his hands in the air, forming fists as he stood in front of the boy Bakugou had been bullying just moments before.

Bakugou scoffed and looked down, “You want to pretend to be a hero?” He said, punching his fist into his hand, activating his quirk, “You don’t stand a chance without a quirk, Deku.” He said, with an overconfident smile. Y/n stood off to the side, watching the two boys fight yet again. They watched as Midoriya got beat up yet again, knowing that if they tried to step in their ice quirk wouldn’t stand a chance against Bakugou’s explosions.

It was only after Bakugou left that they approached Midoriya, creating a little block of ice and applying it to the bruises and brushing off any dirt. Neither of them said anything, but they both shared a knowing look that said ‘Why was he so mean?’

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“Members of the agency Bakugou- Ah!” Y/n watched as Bakugou slipped and fell off the log, into the river below. They followed after Midoriya who immediately ran down to where he was, and held his hand out to Bakugou, asking if he was okay, and Y/n got upset when Bakugou rejected his help, and instead insulted him, “Why are you so mean? He’s just trying to help you!” They said, crossing their arms and huffing. Bakugou simply stared at them, not answering, so Y/n huffed again, and stormed away, back up to the log with Midoriya chasing after them.

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Y/n was sitting in class, staring out the window, at least they were until they heard Bakugou being cocky, again. “I ace all the mock tests! I’m the only one at this school who stands a chance at getting in!” He said, Y/n tuned him out, as they usually did. Bakugou and Y/n were friends, sure, but that didn’t mean they wanted to listen to his “I’m the best” speech over and over again. They looked over at Midoriya and made eye contact with him. They rolled their eyes at him in a joking manner and he smiled, about to laugh until he heard the teacher say “Oh yeah, Midoriya don’t you want to go to UA too?” and his face went red. Everyone turned to look and laugh at the green haired boy as Bakugou froze in place. Y/n would have laughed at him if they weren’t concerned for Midoriya.

“Hey, what’s so funny about Midoriya wanting to go to UA? I’ve helped tutor some of you and I can tell you right now, that with the way some of your test scores are, he has a better chance than any of you. There’s plenty of people that get into UA that don’t have flashy physical quirks like Bakugou or have mental ones. Who’s to say he can’t get in?” Y/n snapped, people got quiet after that, and class continued on as normal, but Y/n could feel someone’s eyes burning into the side of their head.

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“Hey!” Y/n paused when they heard someone shout at them. Turning, they saw Bakugou heading towards them, “Bakugou I just want to go home, what is it?” They asked, once he reached them.

He looked them in the eyes, but then averted his gaze. If they didn’t know any better, they’d think he was nervous.

“Um, you’re not as annoying as everyone else, y’know? Easier to tolerate you and shit. I like studying with you, and you’re pretty good at fighting as well.” He said, causing Y/n to raise an eyebrow at him. And his face flushed a noticeable shade of red. He shut his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides, “Go out with me?” He asked, or said? Y/n wasn’t sure whether it was a question, but they assumed it was.

“Uh-“ They hesitated, but Bakugou cut them off, “Listen I know I can come off aggressive or whatever, but I genuinely like you. I have since we were kids, when you stood up to me in the river, but didn’t get all scared like Deku.” He said, still refusing to look them in the eyes, “You’re really strong, and smart, and I like that. You’re also kinda cute, and I guess I like that too. I’d been wanting to ask you out for a while now, but didn’t know how, but if I’m gonna be number one I can’t be scared of these things can I?” He finished. He finally opened his eyes, and looked at them.

Looking into his eyes, they could tell he genuinely meant what he said. He started to look desperate, but hid it immediately, and it was only when they saw the desperation that they realized they had been silent for a while.

“Bakugou.” They started, and he looked hopeful, “You’re a hard headed asshole who gets cocky over the smallest of things and acts like he’s better than everyone. How we even became friends, I’ll never know.” They said, and he looked devastated, as his shoulders slumped, “But,” They continued and his eyes lit up again, “I’ll give you a chance.” They finished. The grin that appeared on Bakugou’s face was a grin Y/n saw rarely, only when he was truly genuinely happy. Next thing they knew, he pulled them into a near bone crushing hug. Other than training, in which Y/n specifically asked him to not hold back, he was always careful with them. Even though he knew they were strong, he was always careful to not hurt them in any way.

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“Katsuki! Katsuki! Guess what!” Y/n exclaimed the moment they were let into the house. Running into his room, and jumping on his bed, they shook him awake. He grumbled a bit before pulling the blanket down and glaring at them, “The one day I choose to sleep in.” He said, but they knew he was joking, “Guess what!” They said again as they climbed off the bed, having successfully woken him up. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and stretched, “What?” He asked.

“I got into UA!” Y/n cheered, and that woke Katsuki right up, “You serious?!” He asked and they nodded, grinning. He practically jumped out of bed and grabbed their wrist, smiling, and pulled them into a tight hug, spinning them around before setting them back down, both of them laughing cheerfully.

“You and I are gonna be the strongest couple UA has ever seen!” He said, pumping his fist in the air, “Yeah!” They cheered, giggling. Pulling them closer to him, he kissed their forehead. Bakugou wasn’t the most affectionate person, only when he was in a really good mood, but Y/n didn’t mind, it hasn’t been long since they started dating so they didn’t expect any big changes.

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Walking up to the entrance of UA, Y/n paused. This is something they had wanted for ages, and now it’s finally happening. They were going to UA. On top of that, they would be attending with their best friend Izuku, and their boyfriend Katsuki. What could be any better than that?

“Y/n!” Someone shouted, and Y/n looked to see Izuku running towards them, waving with a grin. “Izuku!” Y/n cheered, opening their arms for a hug. Running into Y/n’s arms, he gave them a tight hug, excited to see his best friend. “Oh it’s so good to see you!” They said, making Izuku laugh, “We saw each other last week.” He said and Y/n smiled, “That doesn’t mean I can’t miss you.” They said, and Izuku’s face flushed a light pink.

Pulling away from the hug, Izuku looked at the UA building before looking back at them, “You ready?” He asked, and they nodded, nerves creeping up, but they pushed them down, refusing to let nerves keep them from their dreams.

“Get out of my way before I set you on fire.” A familiar voice said, and both of them jumped. Looking behind them, they saw Katsuki approaching with that typical scowl he always had on his face.

“Oh hey, good morning!” Izuku said, flustered at Katsuki’s sudden arrival and threat. Scoffing, Katsuki merely glanced at him before grabbing Y/n’s hand and tugging them along. Y/n looked back at Izuku, an apologetic look on their face. Izuku smiled softly at them, a look of understanding on his face. “I’ll see you later!” he called, and Y/n smiled and gave a thumbs up.

They arrived at the classroom about five minutes later, where Katsuki immediately went and took a seat towards the front. Y/n took a moment to look around the room, noting the people already there. A girl with pink skin, and pink hair immediately approached them, smiling widely.

“Hi! I’m Mina Ashido! What’s your name?” She asked. Y/n was taken aback by the energy she had so early in the morning, but it was a nice change from Katsuki’s constant grumpiness, and Izuku’s shy, quiet nature.

“Uh, Y/n. Y/n L/n.” They said, Mina grinned, “Are you excited to be here at UA?” She asked and Y/n nodded, “Me too! I can’t believe I got into 1-A! I thought I would have been in 1-B or something, but I’m glad I’m here!” She said, “Oh! You should come sit with me! I feel like we’ll be great friends!” She continued, grabbing their hand, and tugging them over to where her desk was, and having them sit at the desk next to it. Y/n looked over at Katsuki who was watching out of the corner of his eye. He looked annoyed that Y/n was so far away from him, but before he could say anything, a tall boy with glasses came over and started lecturing him about how he shouldn’t be putting his feet on the desk. Y/n rolled their eyes, not surprised at his smartass responses.

“That blond guy seems like kind of an ass don’t you think?” Mina asked them, quiet enough so he wouldn’t hear, but loud enough so Y/n could. Y/n laughed lightly, “That’s my boyfriend.” They said, and Mina’s eyes went wide, “Oh!” She said, “Sorry, I didn’t know he was your boyfriend!” She exclaimed and Y/n smiled, “No, you’re fine. He acts like that a lot, I don’t blame you.” They said reassuringly.

More people came into the room, and among them was a boy with red and white hair split perfectly down the middle, and one grey eye while the other was a turquoise color surrounded by a red patch of skin, a scar of some sort. Mina gasped quietly, “Oh my god he’s in our class?!” She whisper yelled causing Y/n to look at her in confusion, “Who is he?” They asked and Mina turned to them, shocked, “You don’t know who he is?!” She asked and Y/n shook their head.

“That’s Todoroki Shouto. He’s Endeavor’s son, got in on recommendations.” A girl with short, dark hair replied as she sat behind Y/n, “Yeah! He’s like, really strong and stuff. He didn’t even have to take the entrance exam.” Mina said as Y/n turned to face both her, and the girl that arrived just now, who nodded to confirm what Mina said.

Glancing around the room, Y/n saw him sitting in the back. He looked rather reserved. He looked up for a moment, scanning the room, and briefly made eye contact with Y/n before turning away, facing his desk again.

“I’m Jirou by the way.” The dark haired girl said, snapping Y/n’s attention back to the conversation. “I’m Mina.” Mina replied, “Y/n.” They said. The conversation continued as more people came into the room, up until the bell rang.

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“Katsuki, do you want to help me make dinner?” You asked, knocking on his door, “Can’t I’m busy studying, maybe tomorrow.” He said, his voice muffled by the door. Y/n sighed, walking back down the hall to the stairs. Reaching the common room, they entered the kitchen where Kaminari and Kirishima were grabbing drinks, “Hey Y/n! You making that classic soba you usually do?” Kirishima asked cheerfully, making Y/n smile, “Of course! What else? Don’t worry though I’ll be making other stuff with it as well so you have options.” They said making Kirishima smile, showing his sharp teeth, “We’ll get out of your way then.” He said, grabbing Kaminari’s arm and dragging him out of the room, drinks in hand.

Y/n got started on cooking and after a while, someone came into the room as they finished the soba. Turning to see who came in, they saw Todoroki in the doorway, “Hey there.” They said, and he just looked at them for a moment before looking at the food.

“Could you make it cold?” He asked, throwing Y/n off for a moment. He had never spoken to Y/n directly before outside of training, so this was new.

“Um yeah sure, I can make yours cold, it’ll just take a bit longer to finish in that case.” They said and he nodded, “Thank you.” He said before grabbing a drink from the fridge then leaving. Y/n went back to cooking. They felt nervous for some reason, but didn’t know why. They only had this feeling around Katsuki, but that was because they love him, and felt butterflies. They had only known Todoroki for a few months so that couldn’t be possible, especially since they had barely ever spoken other than training and just now. So what was this?

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Y/n: Katsuki are you free right now? I need to see you.

Katsuki: Busy, about to go train with Kirishima. Can it wait?

Y/n huffed, dropping their phone next to them on the bed, not replying. Katsuki had been busy every time they texted him lately. Always training, studying, or doing pretty much anything else with someone else. They had a terrible day at school that day. They woke up late, didn’t have time to eat breakfast, almost forgot their uniform jacket, showed up late to class, pretty sure they bombed the test they had second period, forgot their lunch and didn’t have money to buy any, and Katsuki was nowhere to be found for them to ask for help. Their only meal was a granola bar Momo had given them during class after lunch when she noticed how exhausted they looked.

After about two and a half hours of moping around in their room, Y/n left their room to go downstairs since dinner would be done any time now.

Arriving in the common room, they saw Kirishima and Kaminari sitting in front of the tv playing a game while Sero sat on the couch next to… Katsuki. Katsuki, the one who said he was too busy to spend time with them when they clearly needed him. He was on his phone, scrolling through social media.

Y/n approached him. They didn’t know if they were going to cry from anger or sadness but either way, they could feel the tears building up with every step they took.

“I thought you said you were busy training.” They said, interrupting what Sero was saying about plans for the weekend. Katsuki turned to look at them, annoyed, “Huh?” He said.

“I asked you if you were available and you said you were busy training and asked if it could wait. Well I waited. And waited. And waited. But you never showed up. Never checked in. Only for me to come down here, and find you on the couch with your friends! You didn’t even tell me you were back!” Y/n shouted.

Katsuki groaned, “Listen, I’m sorry okay? It slipped my mind.” He said, standing from his spot on the couch to face you. “Katsuki I clearly needed you! I told you I needed to see you! I had a terrible day today and all I wanted was to see you and just cuddle and maybe watch a movie, but you blew me off again!” They shouted. They could feel the tears building, but refused to let them show.

Kirishima paused the game and stood from his spot on the floor, “Bro if Y/n wanted to see you, you could have just told us man, we would have understood.” He said, but Bakugou ignored him, focusing on Y/n.

“I shouldn’t have to put everything on hold for you! It’s not my job to baby you whenever you have a shitty day! Grow the fuck up Y/n! We’re training to be heroes, if one bad day is what gets to you then how the hell are you gonna be a real hero?!” He shouted back.

The room went silent. So silent you could hear a pin drop. Katsuki looked furious. Hands clenched into fists at his sides with sparks popping off every few seconds, eyebrows furrowed, and a look in his eyes so intense Y/n was surprised they hadn’t burst into flames already.

That was when the tears came out full force. The second the first two fell, Katsuki’s face softened, but by the time he had even realized what he had done, Y/n had already ran out of the room, long gone.

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Making their way up to the roof, Y/n just wanted to get away for a bit. They usually only came up to the roof in the early mornings when they couldn’t sleep, so whether someone else was there at the moment they didn’t know.

Opening the door, they didn’t see anybody at first. After making sure the coast was clear, they made their way to their usual spot. Sitting down, they wiped the tears away and watched the sunset.

It had been only a few moments since they got there. A few moments of peace and quiet. Away from their friends, away from Katsuki. Away from the noise.

“Heard you and Bakugou had a fight.” A voice said, causing Y/n to jump slightly. They turned to see Todoroki approaching. “Sorry, did I scare you?” He asked. His face remained stoic, but his eyes looked apologetic for a moment.

“A bit yeah.” Y/n mumbled, turning back to face the sunset as he sat next to them. It had been a few weeks since the first brief conversation they had, and since then they seemed to be talking a bit more. Not like they were best friends or anything, but enough that he felt comfortable sitting next to them.

“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention.” He told them, and they hummed, “it’s okay.” They said, reassuring him.

They sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up again, “I only had a brief explanation from Midoriya of what happened. Do… do you want to talk about it?” He asked, and Y/n shook their head, “Not really. Not right now at least, maybe later.” They replied and he nodded. They didn’t say much as the orange and red sky turned to black as the sun went down. They didn’t really need to. A lot of the time they spent near each other was a comfortable silence. It was a nice change from Katsuki’s constant ranting about whatever it was that Izuku had done that week. After a little bit they made small talk about classwork, and whatever training had happened in the past week. Eventually Y/n told him about the day they had.

“If I knew you didn’t have a lunch I could have got you one.” He said, and Y/n shook their head, “No, it’s okay. I couldn’t ask you to do that.” They said and he looked at them, “Next time you forget one, you can ask me.” He told them and they gave him small smile, “Thanks.” They said.

Eventually Y/n’s phone buzzed with a text from Mina saying dinner was done. The two of them got up, and made their way to the common room, continuing the conversation until they reached the first floor, Y/n having said they’ll continue it later knowing he wasn’t comfortable being as open in front of the others.

Arriving in the common room, they both grabbed a plate from the kitchen and got their food before sitting together at a table, Y/n being unaware of the red eyes that followed their every move. Todoroki, however, was well aware of Bakugou’s gaze, but chose not to tell Y/n, not wanting to potentially upset them. He didn’t want Bakugou hurting them further.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #413

“i figured it out: the bigger the river, the bigger the drought”

When was the last time you felt like “getting into someone’s pants”? Years ago. What is your favorite energy drink, if you have a favorite at all? I don't enjoy energy drinks. Would you have kids with the last person you kissed? Neither of us want kids, so obviously no. Do you know someone who threatens to kill themselves? No. Would you ever completely dye your hair the color green? Noooo, that would look so awful on me. Have you ever been in a long-distance relationship before? Yep. What is your favorite food to eat around Christmas? Chocolate-covered peanuts. I have warm memories tied to snacking on those at a lights show one year. Do the people in your town speak like rednecks? Oh yeah. When was the last time you cried happy tears? I couldn't possibly tell you. How liberal are you? Considerably, but I'm not incredibly far into the spectrum, but I become more liberal as time goes on, I've found. Would you mind living near large predatory animals? Not really. So long as they're not coming into my house or anything. Have you ever experienced altitude sickness? No. Just ears popping. What’s your biggest priority right now? Reach a mental state where I can handle a job. If you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself? A loooot of reading... Are your hands unsteady? Very. I have bad tremors in my hands. Do you listen to a lot of mainstream music? Not at all. Do you think you’re pretty? No. Have you ever added someone you don’t know on Facebook? It's funny, the one instance where that's happened was with Jason, because I mistook him for a Jason I actually knew of and wanted to be friends with. I have friends on there I haven't met in person, I say I "know" them. Do you have dirty pictures in your phone? No. Have you ever looked up porn on the internet? No; I just don't get the appeal. Would you ever shoot someone right in the face? In a case of self-defense where I was clearly trying to be killed, that's right where I would aim. But otherwise, of course I wouldn't. Have you ever sold drugs? No. I'd prefer to stay outta jail. Did you ever try cutting yourself? Yes, and it does nothing but make the situation worse. Who’s the last guy you texted? My dad. Who do you know that wears the most make up? Probably my friend Summer, but I mean, she is a cosmetologist. Do any of your friends have kids? Lots do. Have you ever been tied up? No. How many times have you been cussed out? One. Are you anyone’s first love? I think. Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No. Do you have more than one personality? No. Do you prefer gory horror films or the psychological ones? Psychological. Do you have a favorite YouTuber or do you not watch much YouTube? I survive off of YouTube, and Markiplier is *obviously* my favorite. Are you a good dancer? Even when I WAS a dancer, I don't think I was great, except in clogging. If you could find one long-lost friend of the past, who would it be? Megan. Was your sixth grade teacher a man or a woman? I had multiple instructors for different subjects. Have you ever had any teeth pulled? No. Do you wash your hair or your body first when taking a shower? Hair. Have you ever been to a nursing home? Yes. Have you ever lived in a house that has been broken into? No, but the Bloods gang tried to while my sister and her best friend were home alone in my childhood home. Thank the fucking Lord they couldn't manage. They just left a flag at our doorstep. If I remember the timeline correctly, that was the final straw for us moving. Is there someone in your life you don’t want in it? No. How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? Just one, in the romantic sense. I've cried over my dad when he left us too, though. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Sara. Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you? Yes. Pretending to “never get the text” from someone who annoys you. Is that you? I've done it before, but I really don't get texts from anyone who annoys me. If your ex came up to you and asked you to take them back, what would you say? I know I say I shouldn't be in a relationship right now, but I know I still would with one, and if it was Jason, he'd have a LOT of proving himself to do before I take him back. Do you prefer boys to shave down there? I prefer men to do whatever the hell they want with their own bodies to feel comfortable and at home in it. How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Not a lot, because I find the subject extremely uncomfortable to talk about. She knows my "idk if I'm *actually* a virgin" crisis I had, because I was so upset with not knowing and wanted her opinion, but that's just about it. Do you enjoy watching cooking shows? I mean I don't hate them, but I don't really watch TV. Do you worry about gaining weight? I'm terrified of the idea I might keep gaining weight. Have you ever seen the movie A Walk to Remember? Cliche or worth watching? Yes, and I think it's a wonderful movie. The book was excellent, too. What’s one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in? I don't participate in any event my town has organized. Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses' names? There's Josh, Franky, and Nick. Do you like being home alone or does it freak you out? I like it for a while. I eventually get lonely, though. Did you lose friends when you started dating someone? No. Did you leave milk and cookies for Santa when you were little? Yeah. To who did you last give the finger to? Some driver being fucking stupid. Do you talk in your sleep? A lot. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes. Have you ever been a featured member on any website? Yeah, a SH fansite. Do you feel that your previous relationships were a waste of time? Only one was. Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows? Without. Which do you like better: Regular cakes or cookie cakes? Regular, for sure. I mean I like cookie cakes, they're just... kinda boring as "cakes." Have you ever been hit by the opposite sex? No. If your significant other cheated on you, would you take them back? Nnnnnope. What was the last song you listened to? A slowed version of "Daddy" by PSY. Shut up. What do you look for most in a friendship? I guess the #1 trait would be... uhhh... supportive, maybe. There's obviously much more to a good friendship than just that, though. If the Internet never existed, what do you think you'd be doing now? Reading. I think I'd be a much more avid reader without the Internet. Have you tried something new at a restaurant lately? No. If your skin could be any color of your choice, which would it be? Ugh, I'd love to have like, porcelain skin that has like no flaws to it. Do you know any German words? A decent amount, seeing as I took four semesters of the language. Vegetables: Better raw or cooked? Uhhh idk. I don't like enough vegetables. What is the cutest animal? Maybe I'm biased, but meerkats. Would you mind dating someone significantly shorter than you? No, and the idea that some people have actual cut-offs for how short their partner can be disgusts me. Who the fuck cares how tall someone is. It's not like they have any say WHATSOEVER in it. Have you ever swam in the Atlantic Ocean? Yes. The Pacific? No. Can you make yourself cry? No. Have you ever held a starfish? I know I haven't held a live one. Have you ever been ghosted before? No. Did you ever play Imvu? No. Did you ever get caught watching porn? No, considering I've never watched it. What's the worst feeling in the world? Heartbreak. Not being good enough to someone whose opinion you deeply cherish. What's the BEST feeling? Love bringing people together, hence why I love things like Pride parades and such. As well as when you accomplish something you've really worked hard for. Do you think weed culture is annoying? Some people can definitely take it too far to where it's like the only thing that matters to them. People who say weed isn't addicting have NOT met the people I know. I'm not against use of marijuana, but goddamn, a drug should not be your entire world. Have you ever stayed in a relationship even though you didn't love that person? No. If I'm not into you, I'm out. Do you ever listen to "lo-fi hip hop" on YouTube? No. What's the worst prank someone has ever done to you? I've never had a real prank pulled on me. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown. What type of shoes do you find the most comfortable? Nice sneakers. I really only wear flip flops, though. Do you know a lot of people who have the same middle name as you? Yes, considering it's ridiculously common. Do you like your middle name? I mean it's pretty, but waaaaay too unoriginal. Would you ever audition for American Idol? Nope. Have you ever visited your state's capitol building? No. Have you ever visited your nation's capitol building? No. Have you ever felt an earthquake? No. Have you made any huge mistakes? Yeah. Do you believe anyone is asexual? Um, yes???? Do you do all the chores yourself? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''my name is human'' by highly suspect

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saladejin · 4 years

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Call An Uber? | 06

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right? What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k

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A/N: This is a short chapter entirely focused on BTS’ point of view, and it basically addresses their thoughts and opinions that have developed since Chapter 1. (I’ve been re-editing some things from the original version)

Enjoy :)

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BTS POV

“Hyung, I’m not burning this am I?”

Seokjin clicked his tongue and wandered over to where Taehyung was hovering over a sizzling pan. The contents within steamed thickly, and the hissing sounds were noisy enough to drown out a horde of hungry trainees.

“No, it’s meant to be like that. Let me know when the onions turn golden.”

“Okay.”

Taehyung exhaled sharply and stirred whatever was in the pan once more, trying his best to avoid splatters of searing oil. The younger vocalist was known for his smooth and seemingly perfect tanned skin, so having little burn marks littering its surface would be super annoying.

Suddenly, the front door jolted open, and both men working in the busied kitchen whipped their heads upwards at the sound of loud voices filtering through.

“Confidence is seriously so important,” Jimin’s voice was raised, as if he was agitated. Hoseok responded with his own murmur of agreement, but both dancers drew to a halt when they finally inhaled the scents emitting from the kitchen.

“Wow! Hyung that smells amazing,” Jimin praised. The young dancer took a seat at the countertop while making sure to rest his sports bag underneath the chair.

Taehyung pouted and stirred again, playfully whining to gather everyone’s attention. “Hey, I helped!”

Seokjin chuckled and reached over to turn the heat of the stove to a lower temperature, finally allowing Tae to stand upright with no danger of getting burned.

More compliments towards the delicious smells emerged when a couple of the remaining members, Namjoon and Yoongi, trudged into the living area. The two rappers soon returned to their conversation regarding their recent tracks, barely seeming to take in the world around them as they lost themselves in musical discussion once more.

“Can someone get Jungkookie? It’s almost ready,” Jin then spoke, and shifted to taste the food with a small spoon, smacking his lips and groaning at the heavenly mix of flavours.

Hoseok snorted at the sight. “I thought you always said to never taste the cooking,” he quipped, then shrugged at Taehyung’s blankly confused expression. Nobody had gotten up to rouse their napping maknae, but they all knew he’d be drawn to the smell of food sooner rather than later.

“Were you guys just out for practice?” Namjoon questioned in a slightly louder voice once he spotted the dancer’s sports bags under the bar stools. He, Yoongi and Hoseok had plopped onto the plush couch in front of the TV to relax, waiting for dinner to be dished up.

Jimin swirled around in his stool, almost toppling over a glass of water in the process. He ignored Seokjin’s warning mumble and focused intently on their leader. “Oh, best practice ever!”

“True, wait what happened after I left?” Taehyung gasped and rested his wooden spoon inside the steaming bowl of vegetables, much to Seokjin’s disappointment.

“Well, we didn’t get to stay for too much longer, but we taught her the chorus part.”

Hoseok broke off into loud sniggers as he recalled the memories, while Jimin slid off the stool to contribute better to the conversation.

“Wait, you were teaching a girl how to dance?” Namjoon lifted an eyebrow while Seokjin reluctantly turned the stove off to let the food simmer gently. He was too curious to miss out on this news.

“Yeah, it was just (Y/n),” Jimin provided, and Namjoon eventually nodded slowly, still seeming utterly confused. Taehyung, after receiving the eldest member’s permission, bounded over to where everyone was gathered either on top of or in front of the couch.

“She dances really well but doesn’t give herself enough credit for it.” Hoseok’s eyes were blown wide, and his voice had an almost offended tinge to it. Jimin nodded, smiling and shaking his head at the thought.

“It was so funny, I never expected her to just start dancing like that.”

“Neither did I!” Taehyung exclaimed with a voice full of shock, “I was laughing way too hard, I feel kind of bad now.”

“Nah she was fine, she’s actually super laidback. It’s really strange to see, but it just makes her fun to be around.” Hoseok grinned when Jimin and Taehyung nodded eagerly in agreement. Before anyone else could input, the sound of shuffling footsteps brought everyone’s attention to the hallway.

“Why are we talking about (Y/n)-noona?” Jungkook rubbed his eyes, which were bleary with sleep, and hastily joined Taehyung on the floor in front of everyone else. Most of the boys chuckled at their youngest member and how it looked like he’d abruptly roused himself from his comfy bedsheets just for this conversation.

“Wait, if we’re talking about her, why hasn’t Yoongi-hyung told us off?” The dark-haired maknae’s question triggered various sounds of realisation, and everyone’s eyes swivelled to the mostly silent member in question.

“Well, I’ve met her now, so I can’t get that angry over it anymore,” he revealed, and Hoseok blinked rapidly.

“What? You didn’t tell us?”

“When?” Jungkook and Jimin chorused, the latter giggling quietly afterwards.

“It was only last week sometime, so I would’ve brought it up eventually.” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows suddenly. “And I told Namjoon, so it wasn’t as if it was a secret.”

Namjoon nodded, his smile stretching wider and his dimples making an appearance.

“Yeah I knew, I just didn’t think it was a huge deal…obviously I was wrong.”

“You’re all missing something really important!” Seokjin suddenly cried out, his voice rose as he playfully slapped the armrest of the couch next to him.

“Why am I the only one who hasn’t met her?”

Everyone laughed loudly at their eldest member and his angry outburst. Hoseok grasped both of Seokjin’s shoulders and coddled him, fussing in a high-pitched voice.

“It’s okay hyung, your time will come.”

“Why are we overreacting about this? It’s just like meeting anyone else, for crying out loud,” Yoongi’s insulted tone battled his small smile as he protested loudly.

“Well, s-she’s different than the average person!” Jungkook stammered, and Jimin made a loud noise of agreement, pointing to Jungkook and nodding. “She’s a foreigner, and I’ve never seen her be shy about anything, it’s actually really interesting.”

“Well, she’s been embarrassed, that’s for sure.” Hoseok covered his mouth to stifle his laughing, and Jimin turned his pointed finger to the rapper, sharply exhaling in amusement.

“Damn right. Jungkookie even promised he would make her blush one day, but Hoseokie-hyung and I bet him to it,” the blonde gloated.

“Hey, not even fair,” Jungkook clicked his tongue. He was suddenly reminded that he had, in fact, told her he would accept the challenge of bringing colour to her cheeks again.

Seokjin shook his head, still bewildered over the conversation that had transpired. This girl had suddenly appeared in their lives and now she had somehow left her mark. He could only grow annoyed because he would never admit it, but he was fairly jealous. Why did he have to miss out on every single time she was there? He shook it off, trying to regain somewhat reasonable thoughts, and got to his feet to dish up dinner for the night.

“No more talk about (Y/n), we have delicious food to eat.”

“I don’t care what anyone says, I think she’s really pretty. Jiminie, please tell me you felt how soft her skin was.” Hoseok held out his open palms towards Jimin, and the younger widened his eyes.

“I thought I was the only one who noticed that!”

“Hey, that’s weird, I hope you guys didn’t do anything creepy,” Namjoon huffed in disbelief and a look of concern crossed his features. He was completely stunned, but he was still smiling.

“No hyung! It was just her arms!” Jimin buried his head into his hands, face erupting just like it had back in the dance practice room. Hoseok only laughed and slapped Namjoon’s back in retaliation.

“Yeah Joon-ah, not everything has to be perverted.”

Jimin didn’t hesitate to jump to his own defence along with Hoseok, but his head just wouldn’t rid itself of memories of the woman in question. The way she’d felt underneath his careful touch. How she’d seemed so small standing beside him, attentive and eagerly watching to obey his every instruction.

In the car during their first meeting, she’d had such an outgoing and charismatic presence that made Jimin want nothing more to befriend her and gain a sense of mutual respect, but in the studio, her sudden shyness and undertones of vulnerability made him want to hold her closer instead. He wanted her in ways he never thought he’d want someone he realistically should’ve still known as ‘stranger’.

On the other couch, Yoongi eyed Jungkook who was just sitting there looking dazed and confused about the entire situation. The elder of the two couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter before diverting his attention to the darkened window, the mere view of their struggling maknae too comical to stand. Taehyung was giggling, and he reached forward to slap Jimin’s knee.

“So that’s what happened after I left! You guys are terrible.”

Jimin groaned and batted away anyone who tried to tease him further. He wondered why nobody was beating up Hoseok, seeing as though he was the one to bring up the topic of touching girls in the first place.

“Yah! I’m serious, if you all want dinner, no more talk about (Y/n), if I hear (Y/n) one more time…” Seokjin shook his head, also concerned about the shift the conversation had taken.

When not one of them responded, the black-haired man craned his neck around to see what had caused the silence to befall them.

Jungkook was observing the floor with a tiny shy smile plastered on his face, his eyes darting side to side and his lips pressed together apprehensively.

Jimin’s smile was wider as he brought his hands up to his face, the blush still dancing across his cheeks as he tried to gently massage it away. He ruffled his blonde hair, as he usually did when he was feeling bashful, and for some reason swallowed nervously.

Taehyung had regained a fairly blank expression, but Seokjin knew he was thinking hard because the boy’s teeth gnawed occasionally on his bottom lip before running his tongue over the pressured skin.

Yoongi was still gazing out of the window absent-mindedly, his brows knitting together from time to time, and that was the only indication that he was thinking about anything at all. The rapper bounced his left leg whenever he lost focus like this, so it wasn’t hard to see that he was currently lost in another world.

Hoseok was busying himself by organising the contents of his bag, but his lips would suspiciously quirk every two seconds, and he even chuckled randomly once before getting up to make his way over to the dining table.

Namjoon had gotten to his feet as soon as Seokjin had warned him, but his gaze was glazed over with deep and conflicted thoughts. His fingers fiddled with the bottom of his long, black shirt in heavy distraction, and Seokjin observed with astonishment how his leader’s full lips eventually tugged up into a meaningful smirk.

“What, are you all fucking whipped!?”

tagged:@l4life, @joyful-jimin

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fruit-teeth · 4 years

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Summer School

(Alternate title: how Miss Pauling learned about Mann Co.)

“I don’t wanna do this, mom…” Felicia mumbled, slumped over the table, her fingers picking at the edge of the place-mat.

Maria, her mother, was already tired of this back and forth and she just sighed while she mixed some porridge with a spoon. “Now, look, Felicia: if we don’t do this, it’s gonna be harder for you to go to a good college. I told you this before,”

“But it’s stupid!” Felicia insisted, sitting up to glare at her mother again. “It’s just stupid algebra! I did the rest of the work for the other classes, my grades are good!”

“Well, the algebra grade isn’t,” her mother lifted the spoonful of porridge into the waiting mouth of Frankie, Felicia’s baby brother. He had just turned two a few days ago, but he still got food in the highchair. Felicia almost felt bad for complaining to her mom so much, the poor woman already had her hands full with a two-year-old…

“Besides, summer school might be fun!” her mom tried to reassure. “Your dad took a summer class, he liked it!”

“He was in college…” Felicia mumbled, staring down at her cereal. “Maybe I don’t wanna go to college,”

Frankie smacked his hands on the highchair, babbling and reaching for the porridge. Maria got another spoon ready, looking at the clock. “The bus is gonna be here soon, better eat up,”

Felicia reluctantly finished her cereal, and she stood up to grab her bookbag. “All right, I’m gonna go wait for the bus,”

Maria set the spoon down and pulled Felicia close, kissing her right on the cheek. “Have a good day, baby! I know you’re gonna do great,”

“Mom!” Felicia wiggled away, although secretly she liked the attention. Her mother was always so busy with Frankie that any type of attention from her was nice. She reached over and patted Frankie’s head. “Okay, bye-bye!”

As Felicia walked out the door, she heard Frankie calling after her in his tiny voice, “Bye! Bye!” and she couldn’t help but smile.

Felicia boarded the bus when it arrived. It was mostly empty, and deep down, she hoped she would be the only person to attend summer school this year. She didn’t want to have to deal with the other kids; she had friends, make no mistake, but its just that none of them were going to summer school.

Soon enough, though, other kids began to board. Mostly boys, though there was one girl who boarded shortly afterwards. She sat behind Felicia, before reaching up and pulling on her hair. “Hey!”

Felicia flinched at the tug, turning around and giving the girl a glare. “What!?”

The girl grinned a toothy grin. “Are you Felicia Pauling?”

Felicia blinked slowly. “Why…?”

“Your dad’s the band teacher, right?”

Felicia nodded. “Yeah, he’s at the high school,”

The girl’s grin got wider, and she giggled. Felicia started to feel uneasy. “What’s so funny?”

“My big sister had him for band, and she says he’s really weird!” the girl laughed. “She and her friends think he’s probably killed someone!”

Felicia just sighed loudly, crossing her arms and turning around as the girl laughed some more. “Jeez…”

They eventually arrived at the school. The bus stopped, and the driver let everyone off. All the kids were ushered to a big classroom which Felicia recognized as the detention room (she’d only gotten detention once, for being in the hallway without a hall pass), where the teacher was already waiting.

She was very tall woman, with curled hair and bright red lipstick, though she looked exhausted already. “Hello, everyone,” she greeted once the children were all seated. “Welcome to summer school…we’re gonna be here for four weeks, hope it’s fun for you guys. Anyway, I’m Mrs. Oxman, I’m gonna be looking after you,” she cleared her throat, picking up a clipboard. “Let’s do attendance,”

Mrs. Oxman went down the attendance sheet, marking who said they were present. When she got to Felicia’s name, she paused and looked up. “Pauling? Your last name is Pauling?”

Felicia nodded, feeling a bit intimidated by the woman. “Y-yeah?”

Mrs. Oxman looked Felicia up and down. “Are you Rob’s daughter? Robert Pauling, at the high school?”

Felicia nodded again. “Yeah,” she tried not to pay attention to the giggling she heard once more.

“Huh,” Mrs. Oxman pursed her lips for a moment. “Wow. I’ve met Rob, you know. He’s a great man, real smart…”

“Yeah,” Felicia agreed, smiling a little. Her dad was smart, despite being considered ‘weird’ by a lot of people.

“How’d one of his kids end up in summer school?” Mrs. Oxman’s tone shifted to one more condescending, and Felicia’s face fell the moment she heard it. Maybe Mrs. Oxman was trying to be funny, but Felicia didn’t laugh.

A boy behind her did, though. “’Cause she sucks at math, that’s why!”

Felicia could hear more giggling, and she just wanted to disappear right then and there. Mrs. Oxman’s voice cut through the children’s laughter, “All right, all right, that’s enough! Let’s finish attendance so we can get this over with…”

Once the attendance was finished, Mrs. Oxman passed out worksheets for the students to complete. Felicia could hardly focus on hers, though – she already didn’t want to be here, and now the other students had laughed at her…she was smart, she knew she was. It was just this stupid math that was the reason she was even here. As she stared at the equations and numbers on the desk in front of her, she could feel the tears burning at her eyes, and the lump in her throat grew worse and worse.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she raised her hand. “C-can I use the bathroom?”

Mrs. Oxman didn’t look up from the magazine she was reading, the cigarette still hanging out of her red lips. “I dunno, can you?” she laughed, gesturing to the door. “Sure, go ahead,”

Felicia murmured a ‘thank you’ and headed out the classroom door, stumbling to the girl’s bathroom. Once inside, she hid away in one of the stalls and cried, bunching up her jacket and using it as a pillow to lay on the floor. She wept openly, hoping that no one would walk in and hear her, and she desperately wished she could go back home to be with her parents and Frankie.

With these thoughts in her mind, her crying eventually wore her out, and she soon fell asleep right there on the bathroom floor. She hardly realized she had fallen asleep until she opened her eyes again, wiping the dried tears out of them.

Felicia stood up on shaky legs, grabbing her jacket and pausing in front of the mirror to wipe her eyes again. She headed out of the bathroom, hoping no one would question or make assumptions about why she’d been in the bathroom so long.

However, when she stepped out into the hallway, everything was silent. It was an eerie, ominous kind of silence, one that made her gut clench in worry. She tried to shake it off, opening the classroom door, but that was when her heart dropped.

The classroom was empty. For a split second, Felicia concluded that the class ended already, and everyone had gone home, but she looked at the clock and realized this couldn’t be the case. The class was supposed to be two hours each day, and only an hour had passed.

There was no reason why they should have left by now, not to mention all of the books, pencils, bags, and worksheets had all been left behind. It looked as though everyone had left in a hurry.

Felicia wandered around the room, her heart pounding. She felt sick with worry, her mind reeling with all kinds of things that possibly could have happened: what if they got abducted by aliens? What if the rapture happened while she was gone? Her religious grandmother had told her about the rapture, it had scared Felicia out of her mind when she had first heard it.

Yet it would be neither of those things, for it was at this moment that Felicia heard a banging from down the hallway. She turned slowly, going to the door and peeking through the crack.

From the down the hall, she could see a figure approaching the classroom. They appeared to be moving erratically, and from a distance, Felicia could hear them muttering something while occasionally sobbing loudly.

Felicia knew she had to act quickly: her eyes scanned the room for the first thing she could use to defend herself, and they landed on the letter-opener sitting out on the teacher’s desk. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Felicia grabbed the letter-opener and clutched it tightly in her fist, staring at the door with wide eyes.

The loud sobbing and muttering got closer, before the door swung open. Standing there was a distraught-looking woman, with tears rolling down her face, a knife in her hand.

“That damn Mann Co. ruined my life!” the woman wailed. “They sent my husband to his death—they didn’t care about him! All they cared about were their stupid contracts! He’s dead because of them! Now this god-forsaken school wants to keep my son behind a grade—I hate this! I hate it!” she let out another mournful wail, stabbing her knife into the bulletin board on the wall.

Felicia just stood there, the letter-opener in her fist, and she suddenly recognized this woman. She was a lunch lady at the cafeteria, she had a son who was a grade or two behind Felicia, and although Felicia had never spoken to her outside of getting food from the lunch line every day, she never would have seen her as the type to do…whatever this was.

Felicia took a step forward, though she was very frightened of the woman who was weeping and feverishly tearing apart the bulletin board. She tried to think of her name. “M…Mrs. Bidwell? Are you okay?”

The woman paused, turning to look at Felicia, and it seemed her eyes were burning into her soul. She straightened up, looking Felicia in the eyes, and it looked like she was about to say something when the door flew open.

Robert Pauling rushed into the room, frantically looking around. When he spotted Felicia, he gasped and snatched her up. “Felicia! What are you doing here!?”

“S-summer school!” Felicia tried to clarify, and when her father hugged her, she didn’t feel the need to explain herself anymore and instead curled into his chest, breaking down into tears.

Robert rubbed her back for a moment, before he set her down again, stepping in front of her to act as a barrier between Mrs. Bidwell and Felicia. “Eliza, stop this. This is wrong and you know it,”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Eliza shrieked, pointing the knife at him. “My life is so lost— I can’t…I can’t…” she broke down again, and Robert gently pried the knife from her fingers and set it down on a nearby desk. He then pulled Eliza into a hug, where she started wailing louder again.

“They killed him, Rob!” she sobbed. “His boss sent him out, he didn’t come back…”

“I know…” Robert hushed her. “I’m sorry…but think about Jonathan, okay? Jonathan needs you, he needs his mom. Don’t worry about the Mann brothers, they’re gonna get what’s coming for them…I’m sure of it…” he didn’t sound terribly sure, though.

Felicia watched in confusion. Who were the Mann brothers? Did her father know Mrs. Bidwell? What was going on?

The paramedics arrived shortly after this. It was confirmed that Eliza did not actually hurt anyone, but in any case, she was swiftly removed from the school grounds in an ambulance. One of the paramedics had wanted to call the police, but Robert had strongly argued against that, insisting that she instead should be taken to the hospital.

Robert got Felicia into the car once things had simmered down, and he gave her a drink of water from his water bottle.

“Are you okay, honey?” he asked gently, watching her face.

Felicia downed a good half of the water, setting it down in the cupholder. Her hands were still shaky from the adrenaline, but she felt much safer in her father’s car.

“W-why was Mrs. Bidwell acting that way?” she wanted to know.

Robert sighed, focusing on the road ahead as they headed down the street. “Felicia…Mrs. Bidwell is…going through a lot. Her husband died at his job,”

Felicia thought back to what Mrs. Bidwell had said. “Someone killed him, right?”

“I—” he swallowed, visibly reluctant to tell Felicia all the details. “…yes, that’s what it looks like. See, he works out of town, farther away from here, for Mann Co. You ever heard of them? They have ads in the paper sometimes,”

“Oh,” now that he mentioned it, Felicia had seen the logo before. “I think so. But why would that happen to him?”

“The owners of the company…” Robert’s fingers tapped the steering wheel as he waited at a red light. “They get involved with bad people sometimes, and they need other people to stop those bad people from hurting their company. Eliza’s husband was someone Mann Co. hired to help them,”

Felicia just nodded, still confused but taking it in. She thought about Jonathan: he was younger than her, and he didn’t even have a dad anymore. Now his mother was at the hospital…

“What’s gonna happen to Jonathan?” Felicia wanted to know. “Is he gonna be okay?”

“I…don’t know,” Robert confessed. “He’s gonna need support, though. Maybe we can go visit him, later. Do you know him?”

“Not really,”

“Well, we can get to know him. I haven’t seen him since he was a baby,” Robert turned the corner, heading towards their house. “But for now, let’s go inside. Your mom’s anxious to see you,”

Felicia turned to stare out the window, watching the houses pass by. What did it mean to deal with ‘bad people’ for this company? And how did Jonathan’s dad die from that? How did her father even know this? It was scary, she told herself it was scary and evil…but she was curious. Perhaps a little too curious.

What she never would have anticipated, though, was being hired for that exact position many years later, instead of going to college.

#writing #my writing #tf2 #tf2 fanfic #YIPPEEE finally got this done #hope its good #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 bidwell #yea so this is partially her backstory but also his?#hes not really in it tho #but still #ask to tag #i feel like this needs trigger warnings but i literally can't think of any atm #so lemme know #long post

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n0irrrr · 4 years

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shingeki no kyojin

reiner x male reader insert [soulmate/moder au, angst]

[one shot / 3860 words]

based on this prompt

summary: When your soulmate cries, your eyes began to water. Unexpectedly so; you have seen cases where one of your friends randomly cries when both of you are talking. It worries you at first, but rapidly they explain is 'their soulmate crying'.

notes: would u believe i had this since september in my messy folders damn, i really wanted to finish it tho also, reiner x male readers ARE NONEXISTENT. WHAT THE HELL. thats very bad and should be changed!

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When your soulmate cries, your eyes began to water. Unexpectedly so; you have seen cases where one of your friends randomly cries when both of you are talking. It worries you at first, but rapidly they explain is 'their soulmate crying'.

You have never felt your soulmate cry. Your eyes have never watered, no tears— not that you remember, at least. This made you thought that your soulmate is someone strong, someone that doesn't get played by their emotions that easily.

You admire them, even if you don't even know them.

You, on the other hand, have cried for every kind of thing— a sad movie, a fight between friends, stress... It makes you embarrassed, actually. You only hoped your soulmate wasn't irritated by your crying...

"Something on your mind?" You heard a deep voice approaching you, quickly recognizing the voice. You turn, seeing a tall blond— Reiner. He leaves two cups on the table, instantly recognizing the smell of chocolate. He sits across you.

You slightly smile, "just thinking about my soulmate, that's all."

He quirks an eyebrow, interested by the topic. "You said you have never cried because of them, right?"

"Nope. Not that I can remember..."

"Must be an 'Annie' case. You know, she only knew Bertolt was her soulmate when the big idiot saw her with Eren. Remember?"

You laugh by the memory— it certainly was funny now, but not back then. Poor Bertolt had feelings for Annie, and when he tried to finally confess to her thanks to Reiner and you, the three of you saw the blond girl walking with Eren, looking pretty happy. The view made Bertolt instantly cry in distress, and both of you could saw how tears came from Annie's eyes at the same moment.

Fortunately, Eren was only a friend to Annie. The whole thing had a happy ending, and every on and then the four of you —maybe just three— of you laugh by the memory. Bertolt only gets embarrassed, but if it wasn't for him, maybe he would never know who his soulmate was at that time.

"We were lucky. Bertolt saved his own ass by crying in that moment..." You take a sip from your cup, pleasantly tasting the hot chocolate. "Also, thank god Annie wasn't against the soulmate thing..."

"Who could say a big guy like him is a cry baby. I'm glad they got together, though. If not, Annie would have been suffering everyday with the tears."

You agree.

"Oh— what about your soulmate? Do they cry a lot?" You asked, tilting your head. You and Reiner really don't talk about your soulmates that much; the blond is secretive with those things, not that you mind.

"They do. But lately, they haven't..." He blinks, wondering, "I guess they are... sensitive? emotional? I've lost count on how many times I've been crying with them. I don't mind, though."

You nod. Neither Reiner nor you have met your soulmate... Makes you wonder until when you two could— if you ever do.

A small but pleasant chatter begins between the two of you. Reiner has been a good friend of yours since high school— he has always seen as the 'big bro': reliable and protective over his friends.

He, on the other hand —and by your ignorance—, sees you more than a close friend. Even if he hasn't been with you in your hard times, he always has cared for you. Bertolt and Annie always tell him to confess already; follow his feelings and tell you how he feels. However, seeing how thoughtful you are with your soulmate, how many times you doze out wondering about them, makes him back off from every time he wants to tell you.

Just like now, actually. The buff blond thought this would have been a good opportunity— just you two sitting on a table on the middle of a coffee shop, surrounded of voices quietly talking, minding their business.

He thought how cute you looked with that red scarf on— how adorable you seemed wrapping your hands on the cup, trying to warm your hands on the middle of this winter. Reiner desired to wrap his hands on yours, kiss your nose and make you warm.

But that couldn't be, because he surely wasn't your soulmate. But he didn't mind— he can be strong for you.

Or so he thought.

His thoughts got interrupted when he heard a cough coming from you. Reacting quickly, he gently patted your back, seeing as you didn't stop. The coughing eventually ceased after some couple of seconds, but that was enough to make him worried— he didn't see you choking on your chocolate or any type of problem.

"Wow there, that lasted long. Did you got sick?" Reiner asked, preoccupied.

You shifted uncomfortably on your seat. "I've been... feeling a little funny lately... But I think it's just a cold. Nothing to worry about." You answered, hiding your true health problems. Yes, you have been feeling weird lately— sometimes weak, and other times your coughing have lasted longer than this time, but you didn't think much of it.

The blond looked unsure, "I don't know... Have you went to a check up?"

"It's just a cold, Reiner. I'm sure I'm going to be fine soon— it's winter, after all. Colds aren't that weird to get during this season."

You tried to reason, but you could tell he wasn't buying it.

"Nope. You will get to a checkup, and I will accompany you."

"But Rei—"

"No buts, cutie. Let's go!"

You roll your eyes, a smile plastered on your face. Reiner takes your hand and guides you trough the coffee shop until you are outside, and you thank him internally. You felt a little weak— your legs didn't want to obey and if it wasn't for the strong but gentle grip on your arm, maybe you would have fallen.

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"[Name] [Last Name]?" A nurse calls your name. You stand up with the help of Reiner, as he sees you trip over by your dizziness.

"Wow there, feeling dizzy?" The blond asks as he helps you walk to the nurse. He doesn't say it— but he's becoming more preoccupied for you by the second.

"A little..." You nervously chuckle, feeling a little worried. Trying to look well, you stand correctly with the help of Reiner, who's arms are protectively holding you still.

The nurse, seeing as the blond takes good care of you, guides both of you to a room. She knocks before opening, receiving an answer to come in. "Doctor Jaeger, [Name] [Last Name] is here for the check up." She turns at you and gestures to come in, opening the door for you.

Entering the room, you two are met with a blond doctor wearing glasses. He is taking notes in his notebook, but stops when he sees you. "[Name] and Reiner. Surprising to see you here. What's the problem?"

"Uhm, well, I just cough a little and I felt weak sometimes, but I'm sure it's just a cold and—"

"Don't believe him, doc. [Name] coughs like crazy and he trips over with his own legs." Reiner immediately interrupted you, irritating you. The blonde doctor humns in understanding.

"Sit here, [Name]. Will do the check up on you." He helps you stand and sit on another higher place. You felt like a child, honestly. He tells you what to do; cough, move your arms, open your mouth... Him and Reiner talk a little while your session.

When he finishes, Reiner instantly asks, "And? How is he?"

Zeke chuckles. "If I didn't know you I would say you are the clingy boyfriend." The blond jokes, winking. Reiner grunts, blushing just a little. You laugh, but cough instantly after.

"Anyways, I will do more studies on you, [Name]. I don't see an exact anomaly on you, but you weakening doesn't say anything good." He stands up, "come with me, this shouldn't take long."

Zeke gestures Reiner to accompany him too. He guides you to a room with more instruments and medical objects, and he tells you to take off your clothes and wear the usual hospital gown while he gets everything ready.

"Don't you need help, babe? Come on— of course you do. Let me help." Reiner jokes, approaching you and placing both of his hands on your hips, trying to get your coat off.

Blushing by his flirty acts, you smack his hands and stick out your tongue, "I'm not a baby! So if you excuse me..." You wait for him to release you, but his arms wraps around you tightly, and he hides his face on the crook of your neck.

He's unnerving quiet, and that doesn't fail to worry you. It was weird sensing him so... nervous? weird? "Reiner...? Are you alright?" You try to make him talk, caressing his hands.

He grunts, still hiding his face. He doesn't say it out loud— but smelling your scent calms his nerves. "I'm worried."

You laugh, relieved, "you don't have to be! It would not be anything bad. It's just a check up!"

He doesn't answer, and stays in the same spot. Reiner wants to confess how nice is being like this— it felts perfect. His strong arms around you, like some type of protector. He wants to stay like this forever.

But unfortunately, that can't be.

"Yeah, well, sorry for interrupting your loving scene but I'm a busy man and this will be quick." The doctor jokingly interrupts the intimate moment, trying to keep a serious face.

"We—We are not together!" You hastily say in embarrassment, trying to pry off Reiner's hands off you.

"Yeah, aha. Strip already, boy." Zeke closes the curtain and takes Reiner by the collar and takes him out, while the buff blond grunts and whines like a child.

While you change, you can't stop thinking about Reiner being so close to you. Just remembering his breath against your neck made you shiver and blush. Feeling his strong arms around you made you feel safe.

"You done?"

Blinking, you quickly change into the hospital gown and open the curtain. You can see Reiner sitting down on a chair with a grumpy face— it looks like he's pouting! You chuckle by the scene, and his face quickly lightened by your –beautiful– laughter.

He really likes you a lot.

"Alright, just stand here and I'll do the job."

Dr. Jaeger begins with the studies while Reiner sits there with a frown. He feels worried— a cold could be noticed right away, but Zeke didn't see anything of the sort. What could it be, then?

Looks like the 'check-up' turned more aggravating.

Zeke sighs and turns to both of you, and speaks:

"Well, I need you to come next week while I check these things." He approaches you and gives you a paper, "here is the prescription— the medicine is specially for when you feel weak, but I will not give more until I make sure what this is."

"Thank you, doc." Reiner speaks while you change, and he takes the opportunity to ask lowly, "is it serious? will he get better soon?"

"I don't know that, Reiner. Until I analyze the studies I could have an answer." He squishes Reiner's shoulder, "try to not worry to much. Also, confess already."

Reiner chokes, "W—What are you talking about?"

Zeke rolled his eyes, "I don't even know how he hasn't noticed. Both of you are airheads."

But before Reiner can speak, they hear your voice. "Done! Thank you for looking for me, Zeke!" You speak as you open the curtain, already changed in your usual clothes.

"No worries." He slightly smiles, flipping some pages of his clipboard.

You smile at him, and return your attention to Reiner. Blinking at him, you notice his face is reddish. “Uh? Are you alright? Your face is red."

"Y–Yeah," he clears his throat, "let's go, I will drop you at your apartment."

Both of you say goodbye to Zeke and leave the place, not before getting the medicine Zeke prescripted you. The ride back your apartment was normal with Reiner doing most of the talking. You throw jokes here and there, laughing with Reiner by your silliness. He loves hearing your laugh— loves seeing your smile, the way your face blushes...

God, he is really losing his mind.

The ride ends by his disappointment. You get out of the car and before you leave, he speaks in a fake natural tone you can see trough.

“If anything happens, call me, alright?”

“But if someone breaks in shouldn’t I call the police?”

He snorts, “I can’t be serious with you at all, can I?” The answer he got was you sticking your tongue out, making him chuckle. You were so adorable. “Well then, see you tomorrow, dollface.”

The ride back home was him gripping the wheel tightly, his narrowed eyes focused on the road as he thought about his feelings and your health.

“Why dos he has to be so beautiful?! UGH!” He blushes in embarrassment at the thought of your beautiful and goofy smile.

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A week passed shortly after that. Unfortunately, you could feel coughing more and more, along with your weakening form. The medication had somehow calmed the coughing at first, but soon it grew worse. You were worried now, but you tried your best not to let Reiner know about your current health. He was already worried about you— you decided to bear it until the week was over to go to Zeke again.

And that’s how you are here, feeling the incredibly tense and heavy atmosphere in the room along with Zeke and Reiner. There was a silence in the beginning, until Zeke broke it with an unusual look on his eyes. You somehow knew something wasn’t right.

"We don't know what this is, [Name]. This... is different." He speaks with a frown on his face. It’s evident he’s tensed.

"But it isn't that dangerous, right?" You didn't like his tone at all— he looked tensed and uncomfortable. The air was heavier, you can see Reiner getting tensed too.

He stays in silence, like as if he's thinking about what to say— Reiner gets impatient, his foot is constantly tapping the floor, and his fingers move every two seconds. Why he’s taking so long to talk clearly? Reiner grew worried by the second as he thought of the possible answer that Zeke tried to say.

You, on the other hand, wait patiently. Maybe, just maybe, this is just something not that harmful? Perhaps your illness was advanced but curable, right? There was nothing to worry, right?

"What you have... is— is a terminal illness."

Cold; shivers trough your spine; that's what you feel. As if someone cold hugs your form from behind— your hands freeze, and your eyes widened. You don't know what to feel, so you don't show emotion at all. The truth drops like a bomb— you felt something stung your heart and your stomach churn.

Reiner is the one breaking down.

He instantly stands on his feet, his hands slamming on Zeke’s desk as he shouts with an horrified expression. "What?! No— this has to be a fucking mistake, Zeke. No, no, no!"

Zeke closes his eyes and sighs, "it isn't. We checked everything – something is happening to [Name], but we don't know what it is."

Reiner doesn’t want to believe that— he refuses. "There has to be something to beat that! There's— There's no way!"

You could see Reiner was frenetic— as he yelled at Zeke and denied the whole statement like a child, but you placed your hand in his arm and tried to calm him. He looks at you, and you notice how heartbroken he looks— but you guide him to sit again, and he obeys nonchalantly.

Looking at Zeke, —who is surprised by your calm demeanor— you quietly ask with dull eyes, "Is there a treatment?"

"We are looking into it."

"I see." You blink, "but what do I exactly have?"

"Your bones are getting weaker— as well as your respiratory system, explaining as to why you cough harshly and you feel your body weak everyday. As I said before, we don’t know what is causing it, but we will do everything we can to help you.”

You doze off after that. Zeke explains things you don’t want to hear— you just stare at him and nod unconsciously. You don’t hear Reiner talking with him, you just... exist. A heavy pain is felt on your chest and shoulders as you think of your future, if you had any. Were you really going to die?

“-understand, [Name]?” That’s Zeke’s voice speaking to you. Blinking, you notice Reiner and Zeke looking at you with their frowns, and you guess anything they were saying wasn’t good. Clenching your fist, you answer with a short and low yes.

After some checkups and medication, Zeke advises you to go home and rest. You had to come tomorrow, as maybe they will arrange everything for your stay at the hospital. You just stare blankly at him, nodding automatically.

The ride back home is tensed and horribly uncomfortable. Reiner doesn’t exactly know what to say or do as he sees how... blank you look. It has been the first time he has seen you this unresponsive— but knowing the current situation, it’s understandable. He feels something heavy and painful on his chest— he stops his urges to cry and keep it together. He doesn't need to break like that in front of you— he had to be strong, even if he feels something so painful.

He takes your hand and squeezes it, as his other hand is occupied with the wheel. Reiner doesn’t look at you, his eyes fixed on the road.

He can feel your hand squeezing back.

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You tell Reiner to come in— it's evident you don't want to be alone with these... bad news. You want to be with someone, you need someone. How much time do you have left? And not even knowing your soulmate...

Life really is unfair.

As these thoughts cloud your mind, you find yourself chuckling at first, but it grows as an uncontrollable laughter. You take your head with your hands, laughing as Reiner can only watch in pain. He had never seen you like this in his life— not even Annie nor Bertholt. For once, he didn't know what to do to calm you. Placing his hands on your shoulders, the blond tried his best to bring you comfort, to let you know he's there with you.

You break down finally— the laughter stops abruptly as you breath heavily. Your throat hurts, your hands shake, your throat feels itchy. Your whole body feels itchy, and without thinking about it you harshly scratch your throat and arms. If Reiner wasn't there with you to stop your breakdown, maybe you could have hurt yourself really badly. He gets in front of you and takes your hands with his', looking at you with painful eyes. Gritting your teeth, you try not to cry, but the inevitable comes. Hot tears fell from your eyes, and hiccups get out. Sobbing, you can't help but cry harder as you grip tightly Reiner's hands, falling on your knees.

Reiner's eyes began to water unconsciously, and many tears came out from his eyes— as if something is making him cry.

And that someone is you.

He doesn't know how to feel or what to think in this moment— he loves you, and knowing you are soulmates is even better. But how is this found out isn't joyful or happy— it hurts, but that doesn't let him stop loving you.

"[Name]," he speaks, looking at you with narrowed eyes. You can see he's crying too, "we are soulmates."

Immediately stopping crying, your eyes widen and you look at him in disbelief. Just as the tears stop from coming, his tears stop too. It's as if time has stopped in this very moment with that revelation— your breath is caught in your throat and your whole body flinches. You felt sadder, and you cry again with more force than before.

"I—I'm so sorry, Reiner!" You can only say between your sobbing, feeling much more horrible. You were happy that it was him, but you knew there was no happy ending with you. Was this your fault? Why do you exist in the first place?

He shakes his head, smiling sadly at you. Both of you cry, sharing your tears. "Sorry? Babe, you are the person I always wanted."

"I'm gonna die... I'm sorry your soulmate is me!" You can't bear this painful feeling on your chest— you hug him and hide your face on his chest, your body shaking. He welcomes you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His hand caresses your back in comfort, making you feel tired. Less and less tears come from your eyes, and only some sobs are heard.

"Don't be sorry— we are together in this, alright? You are not alone. I'm with you until the end."

No one moves. The only sounds from that room are Reiner's voice comforting you and your sobs.

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A month passed, and you were currently hospitalized under Zeke's care. You knew he was doing whatever he could to help you, but deep down everyone knew there was no hope for your future. He couldn't tell you when was your death sentence, but he guessed it wouldn't take much longer than three months.

You were really gone. There was no doubt as you couldn't even stand without someone's help— you couldn't walk anymore.

Annie and Bertholt came every weekend to check on you. They were devastated by the horrible news Reiner had to bring them— just as the two of you, they had to believe it with their own eyes. Seeing you in the hospital bed with all of these machines connected in your body wasn't a nice image— it was something they will remember forever, an image that will burn on the back of their minds.

Reiner was always there. He came everyday to take care of you— you felt nothing but a burden to him. He knew how you really felt when your eyes met; it was clear. But every time you felt this burden and guilt, his ridiculous and cheesy behavior appeared: he kissed everywhere; your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your neck, your hands... it never ceased to amuse you and making you laugh. It was something so childish, but in reality, you didn't mind. Even if you weren't the person you were before, that didn't mean anything to him— you were always going to be the person he will always love.

"I love you." He says, taking your hand and pressing it against his cheek. You chuckle by his behavior, making him blush in embarrassment, but smiles too. "What? Are you laughing at my love confession?"

"You look like a child. Always looking for my affection, hmn? You big baby." The two of you laugh. Caressing his face, your gentle voice say, "I love you."

Reiner was the happiest man alive when he was with you— it was really obvious by the eyes of his two friends. He always talked about you every day as if you were a treasure that nobody could find. It was... bittersweet.

He always was there to wake you up and help you walk trough the hospital's garden. You loved their flowers, and enjoyed it even more when Reiner was with you.

But there was a day when you didn't wake up and see the flowers anymore.

He cried, but there wasn't no one with him to share his tears with.

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orangecrane · 4 years

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Could I request 57 & 28 from the fluff-hurt/comfort list with some platonic Ralbert perhaps?

i see stars (and i think of you)

Albert's not having a great time. But one late night phone call to arguably (definitely) the best friend ever might make it better, even if said friend insists on driving over in the middle of the night. Racetrack just hopes that Albert knows that he wouldn't do this for anyone else.

A/n: Thanks for the prompt and sorry it took a bit to get around to, I hope you enjoy it! As always this is cross-posted on ao3

CW: Some swearing

Race’s phone is ringing. It’s one in the morning and he’s almost asleep when it goes off. He’s tempted to decline the call and block whoever dared to call him, he’s also tempted to throw his phone across the room. He does neither of these things. Instead he half-assedly reaches for his glasses and practically jams them onto his face, and finally checks the caller ID. Oh, it’s Albert. What the fuck does he want now?

It’s only by virtue of about a decade of friendship that Race picks up. “Albert I swear to all that is holy if you’re calling me to talk about some fuckin’ alien conspiracy theories I am hanging up and ending our friendship immediately,” Race says, not even giving Albert a chance to speak.

“Race you can’t seriously tell me you don’t believe in aliens, can you? They’re out there!” Albert replies indignantly. Race is all of two seconds away from hanging up when Albert continues, “No, but seriously Racer, I- I really need someone to talk to right now.”

“Oh shit Albo, what’s up?”

“I’ve just been having a bad day. Well, week,” Albert takes a shuddering breath.

And Race is suddenly more awake. He knows that Al wouldn’t have called him this late for something like this if it wasn’t serious. “Talk to me, Al,” Race says softly.

“I just… why are you my friend? Why are any of you guys my friends?”

“What?”

“You heard me Race, I- I’m not especially skilled or smart,” Albert’s voice breaks and he starts talking faster, “an-and I just need to know why you like me.” Race’s heart breaks, pain radiates from his chest and he feels sick to his stomach. His friend sounds like he’s about to cry. Albert almost never cries.

“Oh Albert… you’re my best friend in the world,” Race breathes out, “you may not be the most booksmart but that doesn’t mean you aren’t smart, you’re fantastic at skateboarding and researching things and taking care of your plants and you always find the best rocks and you’re the only one who can match me when we talk about astronomy. Those are all skills aren’t they? You’re also funny and you put up with so much of my shit, you’re like, the most loyal person I know and you’re always there for your friends when we need you. What’s there not to like?”

“... A lot,” Albert mumbles.

Race is insistent, “Well I can’t think of a single thing, besides, you know me too well to think that I’d lie to you about something like this. You know what? I’m coming over. I’ll see you in like twenty minutes Albie.”

“Wait, Race, you don’t need to-” Race hangs up. Too bad for Al, Race has already made up his mind. It’ll be easier to talk to him in person and maybe he’ll be able to slap some sense into Albert if he continues to think poorly about himself. No one is allowed to talk down to Race’s best friend besides Race himself, not even said best friend.

He drags himself out of bed and briefly considers just driving to Al’s as is, but quickly reasons that if he wants to stop by a store on the way over he’d need to put on pants. He fumbles around for a pair of sweatpants using his phone as a light. Finds a pair that doesn’t seem too dirty and throws them on, then makes his way downstairs quietly, grabbing his keys and wallet on the way out the door.

He’s about three steps outside when he shivers in the cold air, maybe not grabbing a jacket as well was a bad idea. Welp, too late for that. Grumbles to himself about how cold it is and how late it is on his way to the car and nearly all the way to the nearest twenty-four hour convenience store. Albert is so lucky he’s Race's best friend, he wouldn’t do this for anyone else. Like, seriously, he’s out here in a stupid store at stupid o’clock getting weird looks from the cashier while he looks for some stupid star stickers (they’re not stupid but Race is tired and grumpy and cold and he wants to complain) for his stupid friend (also not stupid: see earlier note). Not only that but Race is spending his hard earned money on these little glow in the dark star stickers just to make him feel better, well Albert better appreciate all that Race does for him.

He moves through the checkout station as quickly and with as little speaking as possible. He knows that glow stars are a bit of a weird thing to be buying at this hour, but he’s got a plan and they are a vital piece. Race takes his receipt and the stars and throws them in the passenger seat of his car and continues his drive to Albert’s house.

When Race arrives he grabs the stickers and hops the fence to walk down the side of Albert’s house. He walks down the narrow alleyway and crouches down about three-quarters to the end, slides through the open window in Albert’s room in the basement. Smiles to himself, he always enjoyed entering his house this way, there’s just a certain thrill that makes him feel like he’s in a heist or something. Though the way the window sill scrapes at his back is certainly less fun.

“You didn’t have to come over, Racer,” Albert says the moment Racetrack’s feet hit the floor.

“Yeah well I did, and I come bearing gifts,” Race proclaims. He quickly surveys the room, the only light on is the lamp on the bedside table and Albert is sitting on his bed, phone in hand and looking the slightest bit like he was trying to hide the fact that he’d been crying. That was mildly concerning, Race was glad Albert had called him.

“What?”

“Well since it seems you have little object permanence-”

“-What’s that supposed to mean!” Okay maybe Race shouldn't be teasing him right now, but maybe it'd be even weirder not to.

Race shakes the packet of stickers at Albert. “I have acquired some objects to be here permanently when I am not so you cannot possibly forget that I am the best friend ever.”

“Are those glow in the dark stars? Like for a ceiling?” Albert looks more confused than anything. That is… disappointing but expected.

“Yes, my dear friend, they are,” Race says with all the drama one would expect of the one and only Racetrack Higgins.

“Okay, but why?” Race falters. He’s not exactly prone to thinking things through but he was certain this made sense. However, Albert still doesn’t seem to get it.

“Well…” Race continues much quieter and considerably more nervous, maybe this is a stupid idea, “we always talk about the stars ‘n stuff and whenever I look at them now I think of you.”

Fuck, that was sappy, and not exactly to the point but important nonetheless. And Albert still looks like he doesn’t get what he's trying to say. So Race continues, now almost rambling, “And I kinda thought that maybe you did the same thing so if we put these on your ceiling then whenever you feel down on yourself or like I don't like you for some reason you’d see the stars and think of me and know that I’ll always be here for you, ya know? Best friends for life ‘n all that. Do you really think I would have done this for someone I didn't like or who wasn't a good friend?”

There's a moment where neither of them speak before Race starts cracking his knuckles nervously. “It kinda sounds stupid now that I say it out loud.”

“No,” Albert chokes out, and Race swears he looks like he’s about to cry, though maybe that was just from before Race and he hadn’t been paying enough attention, “it’s not stupid.”

Race shoots him a look that screams ‘Are you kidding me?’, now that he’d said it out loud he was almost certain it was a stupid idea. Seriously, who gets a call from their friend who is clearly having kind of a hard time and then proceeds to hang up on them, buy some cheap little decorations, and show up at their house like that would fix anything? God, what was Race thinking? “Okay, it’s a little ridiculous,” Albert amends, “but that is such a Racetrack plan I shouldn’t have expected anything else.”

“I… don't know what you mean by that Albie…”

“It means I like it and think it's a good idea,” and Albert gives him this grin, like he’s something precious, and it makes Race feel all warm inside. He loves being able to make the red-head smile like that. “In fact, we’re putting these up right now.”

“Oh, so now you’re making me do work? After I came all this way? You’re lucky you’re my best friend Dasilva,” Race teases, but he’s already opening the package to get going. He won’t admit it but he thinks that them putting up the stars together makes it a little more special. Reinforces the idea that they’re a physical reminder of Race and that he loves Albert enough to go through all this trouble for him.

Both boys get to work quickly, dragging furniture around to stand on and filling Albert’s ceiling. They laugh and joke as they work, occasionally trying to create actual constellations only to have the other mess it up. Race is almost successful at creating a dick out of stars before Albert notices and derails his art piece, leaving Race pouting and Albert caught between laughing and telling him off. By the time they finish they are both in considerably better moods and utterly exhausted.

“You gonna sleep here, Racer?” Albert questions, already half-asleep. Race takes off his glasses and sets them on Albert’s nightstand.

“If you think you can get away with waking me up in the middle of the night, making me drive all the way over here, forcing me to work for you, and then not giving me any cuddles in return then you have got another thing coming mister. Now scoot over bitch,” Race demands, not waiting for Albert to move before flopping down onto the bed half-way on top of the other boy.

“Stupider isn’t a word,” Albert says. He adjusts himself anyways, moving over to give Race some more room. Once they are both situated Albert wraps his arm around Race, allowing him to curl into his side. Albert sighs contentedly, holding his friend close and looking at his new ceiling decorations. There really was no way he’d ever be able to look at them and not think of the boy next to him and how much he cares for him. “Hey Racer,” Albert hesitates, “thanks for… everything.”

“‘S no problem Albie,” Race burrows his head into the crook of Albert’s neck and mumbles, “I’d do just about anything for you.”

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brainsdivided · 4 years

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Uncommon Questions for OC’s and Their Creators (1/2)

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I saw @bloody-fists-beating-hearts and @socksual-innuendos doing it so I’m answering all of them cause I can and I love my boys. Original by @cassandrapentayaaaaas

So I don’t take up someone’s entire dash, peep under cut for it :)

ps. some warning: read tags for any mentions of triggers or things you find uncomfortable, Isaac and Ezekiel have had tough lives and since a lot of that occurs during childhood it may cause some distress for readers.

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs:

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Ezekiel? Never. If it looks like he’s doing nothing, he’s actually daydreaming or bouncing his leg or fiddling with pieces of his clothes. Isaac also cannot sit still. This starts to change as he gets older, but when he moves to Zion he needs to be keeping his mind active on a physical thing, like studying.How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Ezekiel will laugh at just about anything. He’s a child at heart and will crack a giggle and the smallest of things. Even when he’s in combat, you might hear a devilish chuckle. Isaac is different, because of his teenage years, he doesn’t feel as much happiness as he once did. Genuine laughs are rare and at most, he’ll give a weak light-hearted laugh, especially when recalling a good story. For kids, he’ll feign a belly laugh.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Ezekiel never puts himself to bed. It will always be Joshua or Isaac that reads or talks him to sleep just as Courier Six once did. If Ezekiel is alone, he will think himself to sleep. If Joshua is available and not willing to put Ezekiel to bed and depriving him of comfort items, he will scream and cry himself to exhaustion. Isaac has cried and screamed himself to exhaustion on more than one occasion but will never admit it. he does his best to fall asleep to music on the radio or on a holotape.

How easy is it to earn their trust?

It’s not very easy to gain either brothers’ trust. Ezekiel follows the ‘If you’re a friend of theirs, you’re a friend of mine’ phrase. Isaac doesn’t trust anyone completely until he spends enough time around them. He believes everyone has good in them and will give them the benefit of the doubt, BUT he won’t be caught off guard if someone happens to turn on him.

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

For either brother, the second you turn on one of them or their family and friends, it’s game over. Ezekiel won’t take verbal or physical acts lightly, but if it’s verbal, Isaac will offer a second chance. He won’t give out a third.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Ezekiel will follow laws that he feels he doesn’t need to break at the time. If he can justify it, including ‘Cause I can, there’s no one to stop me’ he will break it. Isaac follows all laws, even the ones he doesn’t want to. For the ones he doesn’t want to, he’ll find ways to bend them, especially if they’re immoral/unreasonable in his eyes. Best example I can give is in the Legion, not sure if it’s actually a law, but, women are treated as breeding stock and that’s it. Isaac had slaves but would only treat them as such around the other legionaries. Behind closed doors, he cooks for them and looks after them personally. Never once did he use them as breeding stock.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Ezekiel is in almost a complete state of nostalgia constantly as he unconsciously tries to live his old life in Goodsprings in Zion. Good food, sleeping in a quiet camp, hunting, learning from Joshua/father-figure, etc. helps keep him grounded in his world. Isaac often receives nostalgia from intrusive memories, but as a physical thing, probably his appearance. In a fit of fear and rage, he destroyed his mirror and where the river runs next to his home he added extra rocks to help disfigure his reflection when he’s near the water. It brings him great pain to see his own face and body due to the scars he received from the Legion.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Pre-story... Ezekiel was probably told to stop beating up kids for minor offenses and Isaac was probably told to not worry so much about Ezekiel doing dangerous things.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Both swear and neither remember when they first did.

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Isaac’s most common lie is the typical “I’m fine.” a lie that isn’t spoken about except when before the story takes place, is that the Courier was very sick, but Isaac, Courier, and Cass made Ezekiel believe otherwise so that Ezekiel could continue to dream of the amazing man his dad once was. Which that in itself would be haunting, because he’s holding up a dam of terrible things. While Ezekiel would constantly say “No.” to the question, “Did you eat anything you weren’t supposed to?” 9/10, he ate something he wasn’t supposed to. That doesn’t haunt him, but he’ll regret lying when he ends up with intestinal obstruction or food poisoning.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

As soon as the confusion hits, depending on the scenario and how he’s feeling he might interrupt the conversation to ask for clarification or he’ll tune out what’s being said so that he can think on his thoughts. Isaac will pretend he understands if the conversation isn’t relating to something dire.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Isaac will ask his brother or a friend for help but if he’s alone, he’ll use a stick or his wall. Ezekiel will go up to anyone and ask, but if not, he’ll turn into a yao gui and rub his back on anything. GOTTA GET THAT ITCH.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Ezekiel likes orange and Isaac likes white. I think they could both pull off black. Anyone can, black is a flattering color but who would want to wear that in the desert sun?

What animal do they fear most?

Ezekiel doesn’t have a lot of fear towards any creature, but I’d say feral ghouls or Deathclaws and Isaac fears spore carriers.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Ezekiel will always say what comes to mind. Isaac will think before he speaks.

What makes their stomach turn?

I’ve got nothing for Ezekiel, but Isaac would barf if he smelled or saw a rotting corpse.

Are they easily embarrassed?

Ezekiel is fine being quirky but there are some situations that makes him a radstag in flashlight. Isaac feels more shame than embarrassment.

What embarrasses them?

Ezekiel has been known to wet the bed even into early adulthood. Also, while he is fine playing with kid-oriented items, depending on his current emotion and he’s made fun of, he’ll either respond with embarrassment or anger. Isaac gets second-hand embarrassment from Ezekiel’s behaviors sometimes. He once wet the bed and was caught by Daniel when doing laundry but it was agreed to never be brought up or mentioned again. He mostly feels embarrassment/shame when doing or caught using chems.

What is their favorite number?

Ezekiel’s is the number 6 because Courier Six was his dad. Isaac does not have a favorite number.

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Oh boy. Ezekiel might not be able to tell the difference. He might just say that romantic love makes ‘funny things happen’ so to speak even as an adult. All three might overlap for him. Though I guess it would depend on the person reading since my RP partner did not like when I had Ezekiel be affectionate towards Joshua (Hugging and asking to share a bed) as ‘boys don’t always ask their dads for hugs or to sleep with them, it’s inappropriate’ but if daughters can do that with their mothers, who cares?

Isaac would go on a long shpeel about the psychology of romantic, platonic, and familial love, I’m too tired to write how he’d explain it.

Why do they get up in the morning?

Ezekiel gets up because it’s a new day and the second he opens his eyes, he’s a ball of energy! Breakfast. Also breakfast. Isaac gets up for the people he loves and for the people who need him.

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Ezekiel gets vocal. He’ll make sure you know that you’re spending too much of his time around his brother or Joshua. Isaac will get quiet.

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

Ezekiel will take what he wants/intervene. Isaac might get bitter about it, but he’ll remind himself that there are others that are more important or who need it more.

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

Their thoughts on this is pretty similar regardless of age, but speaking from age ranges 18-23, Ezekiel doesn’t really understand it, so he’ll talk to anyone about it. When he does, he’s blunt about it, too which makes for some comedic relief when Joshua is involved in the conversation. Isaac won’t really talk about it if he’s involved. If he does, it’s with Daniel or with whoever he ends up sleeping with. If it’s in a medical context, it doesn’t matter the person.

What are their thoughts on marriage?

Ezekiel doesn’t have an opinion on marriage, but his brother and godfather would feel as though he isn’t ready for a relationship, yet. Isaac likes when others get married, but he himself does not feel worthy of a steady relationship.

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

Walking.

What causes them to feel dread?

When Ezekiel gets caught doing something he shouldn’t by Joshua. Isaac - when it’s night, his generator dies, and when his radio stops working simultaneously or when Daniel forbade him that one time from studying and working because he nearly worked himself to death.

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

Both would want the truth, but Ezekiel believes in a lie that his brother and mother once told.

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

Ezekiel believes he’s the best at almost everything and Isaac knows he could do better, but it’s too late.

Who do they most regret meeting?

N/A

Who are they the most glad to have met?

locating Joshua was Ezekiel’s primary goal when running from Goodsprings so I’d imagine that he’d be glad to have found him. Isaac’s could be either Daniel or an unnamed Legion girl.

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

Ezekiel would try to talk casually about his parents’ death and of the crimes he’s committed. Isaac doesn’t have a go-to.

Could they be considered lazy?

Yes and no. To others, they’d be lazy, but Isaac has depression and insomnia, and Ezekiel’s behavior is similar to a child so he may just be stubborn.

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

If the guilt was brought on by Joshua, Ezekiel would need some reassurance directly from him to fix it. Isaac is constantly ridden with guilt.

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Both are supportive!

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

Neither seeks romance. Isaac might look for partners for one night stands, but that’s it.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

Both are very good at matching names to faces, but Ezekiel uses his fingers to count and sometimes uses melodies. Isaac likes to file things.

What memory do they revisit the most often?

So far that’s been thought of, Ezekiel revisits the death of his parents most often and Isaac revisits the possible events that led up to him becoming a decanus.

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Ezekiel is willing to forget them if they didn’t directly wrong him. Isaac never forgets, he just chooses to overlook them but still keeping them in mind.

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Ezekiel never really recognizes his flaws until they’re pointed out. As he gets older though he does start to acknowledge them more. A scene I’ve thought of is when he’s 22 and still playing with children’s toy soldiers. He plays with them with little enthusiasm, abandoning his amusements not by choice. Isaac is aware of his flaws but doesn’t try to better them, but instead tries to better others.

How do they feel about children?

Ezekiel at times believes he is a child, and will try to engage with other children. Some find it creepy but those that know him are fine with it because they know he has good intentions. Isaac is passionate about children and will protect them with his life. While escaping the legion, he had recruits younger than him that he helped escape, some ending up being adopted out to Dead Horse, Sorrows, and New Canaanite families. Even in the Legion, Isaac showed all children he came across respect and kindness.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

Neither truly has an end goal. Isaac wants to see the Legion end in a way where it’s people can recover as quickly as possible, so by working with the Followers of the Apocalypse, he can help out stragglers. Ezekiel just wants to become someone Joshua can be proud of. Be the son he never had and never expected to have.

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

Isaac would say that he used to be attracted to women, but because he spent so much time around women who loved and cherished him for his kindness, he’d find it wrong to date someone who only loved that he was kind to them. He still finds women attractive, just not enough to act on it. As for men, he could tell you who is handsome, but in a platonic way.

Ezekiel couldn’t tell for the longest time what he was attracted to, but in an alternative story line, when he thought it was women, he ended up finding himself feeling more for a man.

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