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gracexthoughts · 4 days

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of violent delights chap 20

dissent and assent

10 october 1996

Eupehmia’s POV

The Great Hall was decorated overnight. Silk banners, one for each of the Hogwarts Houses, hang from the walls as well as one with the full Hogwarts crest hung behind the teachers’ table. I walk in for breakfast with Ron, Harry and Hermione and I lead us to sit with the Twins, who are sitting apart from others and whispering intensely. Soon, at the end of the month, the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive and the Triwizard Tournament will be kicked off.

“Yeah, it sucks but if he won’t talk to us in person, we’ll send him an owl. He can’t avoid us forever,” George says as I sit down next to him.

“Who's avoiding you?” Ron asks, sitting next to Fred.

“Wish you would,” Fred grumbles to his little brother.

“Have you guys thought anymore about the Triwizard Tournament yet? Still wanting to enter?” Harry asks, thankfully avoiding a Weasley brother argument at 8 in the morning.

“Asked Minny how the champions are chosen but she wouldn’t say,” George answers, irritation still lacing his tone. “Just told me to shut up and transfigure my racoon.”

“No, that was Mia,” Fred remarks sarcastically.

“Oi!” My head snaps up from my breakfast at the accusation. “It was not!” I’m not sure if I imagine the bite in his tone or not but the closer Mattheo and I get, the more distant Fred gets from me and I hate it.

“What do you think the tasks will be?” Ron asks to which the rest of us shrug. “I bet the three of us could do it! We’ve done loads of dangerous stuff,” Ron exclaims looking at Harry and Hermione.

“You will not! Honestly, I don’t know why anyone would volunteer to put themselves in danger. I mean the fact that it was stopped originally due to too many deaths, I’m surprised they’re allowing it again,” I say, sounding very much like a mother to my own displeasure. I’ve found it happening more and more since Harry was placed under my care last spring. Harry has started just staring at me and waiting until I ‘mother myself out’ (his words, not mine).

“Yeah well, not all of us can turn our noses up at a thousand Galleon prize, Mia,” Fred snaps, surprising me, and stands up leaving his breakfast mostly uneaten.

“Freddie!” I try to stand and follow him, to apologize, but George grabs my arm and pulls me back down.

“Don’t worry about it, Mia. You didn’t do anything wrong,” George says gently, finishing his toast. “He’ll come ‘round,” he adds, patting my shoulder, as he stands and follows his twin. I sigh and take a long sip of my coffee, the fourth years next to me talking amongst themselves as I wonder how my life got so complicated.

“Hey, Princess,” Mattheo says, sitting down where George was and smiling at me. Harry, Ron and Hermione stop talking for a moment and Harry and Mattheo share a tense nod of acknowledgement- better than Fred’s attempts at least.

“Hey, Matt,” I say with a soft smile. He reaches forward and pulls my coffee cup from me and takes a sip. “Oi!” I whine playfully.

“Hey, you’re not the only one around here with a caffeine addiction,” Matt chuckles, leaning away from me as he takes another sip before handing the cup back to me.

“Little tip, don’t get between my sister and her caffeine. She’ll kill you,” Harry chimes in and I can’t help but smile. Over the last month or so, Mattheo has been trying really hard to get my friends to trust him. Harry and Ang and Alicia have been the easy ones. Harry is a little wary but he’s stayed true to what he said at the end of last term, that as long as I’m happy he doesn’t care.

“Oh, I have no doubt,” Matt chuckles and places a hand on my knee under the table. “You okay?” he asks, leaning a little closer.

“Yeah, just tired and Fred and I had a tiff,” I sigh, setting my now empty coffee down on the table as Hermione turns to the boys and begins talking about S.P.E.W., her club working for the freedom of house elves.

“Bout?”

“Nothing,” I say with a shrug and smile at Mattheo.

“Hm,” he grunts, pouring himself a cup of coffee, refilling my own, and grabbing some scrambled eggs. “Speaking of friends, my friends and I have plans tonight. Would you come?”

“If you want me to, of course,” I nod and take a bite of my toast. “By friends you mean…?”

“Theo, Enzo, Astoria, Evan… and Ella,” Mattheo says, grimacing slightly at Elladora’s name.

“Does she know you’re inviting me?” I ask, turning to straddle the bench to look at Mattheo. Elladora Lestrange’s attitude towards mine and Mattheo’s closeness makes Fred’s opinion of it look like total acceptance. Matt and I haven’t been hiding by any means, but we aren’t officially together nor are we snogging in the halls announcing anything to the entire student body. We haven’t even really been on an actual date. Even so, people have started noticing the “Gryffindor Princess” and “Slytherin Casanova” are together more and more. Out of Matt’s friends, Theo, Enzo and Astoria have been the most welcoming. I was already friends with Tori which helps, but Elladora has been another matter altogether.

“She will.”

“Before I show up?” Mattheo hesitates for a moment, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. “Matt, you’re going to just blindside her?”

“I don’t think she’ll come if she knows,” he says with a grimace. “Will you still come? I promise I won’t let her attack you.”

“I’ll come, I don’t think it will go well though,” I say sympathetically.

“You’re the best, princess,” Mattheo says with a smile and squeezes my hand.

“Yeah, just make sure to remember that,” I tease, and stand, grabbing my bag. “C’mon, we should get to class.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to Alchemy, Higgbotem has it out for me,” the boy whines.

“Because you never show up to his class,” I say, smiling down at Matt, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. “C’mon, pretty boy,” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. He stands but just looks down at me with a goofy smile. “What?”

“Call me that again,” he says lowly.

“What? Pretty boy?” He nods. “You’re ridiculous,” I laugh, “If I say it again will you come to class?”

“I’ll do anything you want,” he promises.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” I tease.

“You guys are gross,” Harry moans, standing and quickly walking away with his friends to avoid our display.

“Think we’ve scarred your brother,” Matt chuckles, grabbing his bag and some bacon for the road.

“Come on, pretty boy. Higgbotem awaits!”

✦

Astoria and I sit with our backs against a tree as the boys, Theo, Enzo and Matt, are piling up sticks for a fire. We are out on the bank of the Black Lake where the water cuts into the Forbidden Forest, and therefore we are hidden from view of the castle. Tori and I are bundled up with a blanket and my frame is swallowed by Mattheo’s hoodie, enveloping me in his scent. He practically forced it over my head as we made our way down here.

“Soo, you and Matt, huh?” Tori asks me with a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows at me and pinching at the fabric around my arm.

“What about it?” I chuckle as Theo chucks a stick at the back of Matt’s head playfully.

“Girl, fucking spill. I spend way too much of my time around boys and I need some gossip,” she exclaims and I bust out laughing.

“I don’t know, it’s fun, new,” I shrug and pull the long sleeves on the hoodie over my hands, still not sure how to explain the way I feel around Mattheo Riddle.

“He really likes you, you know,” she smiles, watching the boys playfully bickering. “I’ve known Mattheo since we were little and I have never once seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. He’s different with you, happier. I think I’ve seen him smile more in the last month than I did all last year.” I listen closely to Astoria while watching Matt, Theo and Enzo start the small fire and smile.

“I don’t know, I feel like I’m messing things up for him sometimes,” I confess, “Elladora is going to be pissed and I haven’t even thought about what him mum might think, let alone anyone el-”

“Mia, I wouldn’t worry too much about that,” Tori interrupts, “Mattheo Riddle has never been one to care what anyone else thinks about him, and Medusa Riddle is a kinder woman than life has allowed her to be. At least that’s what it seems like to me,” she shrugs, pushing her dark hair away from her face. Suddenly, the boys start cheering as the fire roars to life.

“Haha! We make fire!” Matt cheers in a goofy, caveman-like voice, his fists raised in the air.

“Very impressive mastery of a first year spell, boys!” I laugh as Mattheo turns to smile at me and moves to sit next to me, the fire light dancing on his face and highlighting the sharpness of his features.

“You look good in my hoodie, Princess,” Mattheo says quietly to me, and I smile, heat rushing into my cheeks. “Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime-”

“Ah! Bout fucking time!” Theo says, looking over our shoulders as Evan and Elladora emerge through the trees.

“The fuck?” Elladora says as her eyes land on me and she stops dead in her tracks. Evan keeps walking into the circle, his eyes wide like he’s thinking ‘here we go,’ moving to the cooler the boys brought and pulling out a beer.“No, what the hell is she doing here?”

“Ella, c’mon can we just have a fun night?” Mattheo asks from my side.

“No, not if she’s here. I can’t believe you would bring her here without even telling anyone!” Elladora exclaims, but as she looks around at everyone else it's clear from their faces they did know. “Seriously?!”

“We didn’t think you’d come if I told you,” Mattheo says, his fists clenched at his side and I can tell he’s trying hard to keep his cool.

“Salazar, Mattheo! It’s bad enough you’re spending time with the princess but now you expect us to as well?” Elladdora’s pale face is flushed with anger as she stands with her arms crossed just outside of the treeline, glaring at me and Mattheo with more hatred than I’ve seen from her.

“Can you not talk about me like I’m not here? I’m the one you have a problem with,” I snap at her, feeling defensive of Mattheo and myself.

“If you don’t like it then leave, bitch,” she snaps viciously.

“Huh, I could say the same to you!” I retort, standing up.

“I told you to stay the hell away from him and us and that you would regret what happens if you didn’t,” she says darkly, taking a few threatening steps towards me. I see Theo and Enzo whispering and exchanging Sickles out of the corner of my eyes, whispering about betting on us.

“You don’t get a say in my life, Lestrange,” I snap, standing my ground.

“Told you, mate,” Evan says quietly to Mattheo.

“Told him what? That I would be pissed about the Gryffindor Bitch inviting herself into our lives? How introspective of you, Evan.”

“Ella, just calm down-” Astoria says, placatingly but Elladore cuts her off with a glare.

“No! I’m so tired of this shit! Perfect, innocent, little Euphemia Potter always gets her way and the rest of us just get pushed to the side. Can’t have anyone outshining you, can you, princess?” Elladora mocks, the nickname that I’ve grown to love from Mattheo’s lips sounds harsh and cruel on hers. She continues forward until she and I are face to face, her dark eyes boring into me angrily. “You just run around and do whatever you want, break whatever rules or friendships or hearts you want all because you think a little scar gives you the right. And they all buy into it, worship at your feet for a bloody accident. The Children Who Lived lost their dear parents and the world raises them up as saviors while the rest of us struggle along by ourselves.”

“Enough!” Mattheo’s voice cuts through the night air. My eyes don’t leave Elladora’s but I hear Mattheo’s footsteps on the rocky shore step up to me and his hand wraps around mine. “Mia is my girlfriend and if you can’t accept that, well that is on you, Ella. You don’t get a say in my life and unless you can be the supportive friend I had hoped would show up tonight, then feel free to leave.” My head snaps to Mattheo at the word girlfriend, a word we have been skirting around for weeks, one I figured would send him running.

“Girlfriend?” Elladora sneers, her eyes now trained on Mattheo. She takes a step towards him, glaring up at him. “What would your father say if he were here?”

“I don’t give a shit what a dead man thinks,” Mattheo snaps, his eyes darkening and voice dangerous. Elladora watches him for a long moment before flicking her eyes my way for a second.

“I guess we’ll see,” she says darkly before shaking her head and turning on her heel and stalking away from us.

“What did she mean by that: we’ll see?” I ask, looking at Mattheo. He shakes his head wearily and lets out a long breath.

“Nothing, just an empty threat because she had nothing else to say,” he responds, sounding weary. Astoria stands up and takes a step towards the direction Elladora stopped off in.

“Tori, just let her cool off for a while. I’ll talk to her later,” Evan says and takes a swig from his beer.

“I’m sorry, Matt. I don’t want to come between you and your friends,” I say quietly to the boy in front of me who is still clinging to my hand.

“You’re not, Mia. Ella’s problem is not your fault,” he grumbles, his thumb running along the back of my hand. “And don’t you dare offer to leave so she’ll come back,” he adds, knowing me too well and pulling on my hand so I step closer to him.

“You called me your girlfriend,” I say quietly.

“Yeah, sorry I know we haven’t talked-'' I kiss him to stop him talking and his arms wrap around my waist as we get lost in each other, forgetting there are others around us until Enzo speaks up.

“If you guys are going to be like that, then go somewhere we can’t see or hear it!”

“Sorry, Enzo. I know you're too innocent for all that,” I tease as Mattheo steps away from me slightly with a cocky smirk on his lips and pulls me back down to sit against the tree as Theo throws some more wood on the fire.

“I can’t believe Mattheo Riddle has a girlfriend. Never thought I’d live to see the day! Let alone a Potter,” Evan laughs, shaking his head.

“You’re just jealous!” Mattheo retorts back with a playful smirk before looking to me, “He’s always had the hots for you.”

“Aw, Evan, I’m sorry,” I say playfully, as Mattheo pulls out a cigarette and lights it by snapping his fingers and producing a flame, like I taught him last year.

“Hey, no worries, Potter. When you’re tired of this fucker, I’ll be waiting,” Evan winks at me and Mattheo throws a pinecone at his head, making all of us bust out laughing. I take the cigarette from Mattheo and take a drag myself.

“Oi! Thief,” he says playfully.

“Consider it payment for my coffee this morning!” I say, pushing his arm back so he can’t grab it back.

“Okay, as much as I’m enjoying the love bird show I’m changing the topic. Triwizard Tournament. Whose entering?” Theo says from the other side of the fire, now with his own cigarette and beer.

“I’m good. Not big on school wide events,” Mattheo grumbles, pushing himself off the ground. He strides towards the cooler and brings two bottles back, handing one to me and he steals his cigarette back with a wink.

“You play Quidditch,” Enzo points out, leaning back on the ground.

“That’s different!”

“I don’t think I would have the time even if I wanted, my course load is so full this year,” Astoria sighs, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders.

“It's a thousand Galleon prize if you win though!” Evan says, “I’m going for it.”

“I thought Dumbledore said you had to be nineteen to enter,” I point out, and take a sip of my beer as Mattheo wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

“Maybe we can sneak our names in somehow,” Theo muses, causing Enzo and Evan and Astoria to all chime in at once with varying degrees of thinking it's possible. I look to Mattheo at my side who is already staring at me with a soft smile.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he says quietly, “You look fucking fit in my hoodie,” he whispers before kissing me on my forehead and pulling me closer, causing my heart to flutter and my stomach to do somersaults.

a/n; i wrote this before TTPD came out (didn't pay much attention to the track list bc i wanted to be surprised) and when i heard alchemy all i could think about is matt and mia and then i come to edit this chapter today and i totally forgot i wrote they are both taking alchemy lmao

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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You’re Worth The Wait- Sebastian Stan xreader fan fic

Summary: Reader is Sebastian’s best friend & one day shows up at Sebastian’s door crying and Sebastian comforts reader but wants to admit that he loves her but wants to focus on her first

Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Seb, angsty feelings, mentions of feeling nervous and shy, happy ending, let me know if I miss anything

(Sebastian’s POV)

“Ok eight ‘o’clock in the evening, nothing like sitting down and watching a movie after a long day.” It really feels good to sit down after standing up for photos all day.

*ding-dong*

Hmm I wonder who’s coming to my door this late, oh hey Y/N hey hey are you ok doll?? Come in sweetheart. You’re shaking poor thing here sit down, let me help you take your coat off. Y/N shakes her head and says “n-no I wanna keep it on.” I nod at her with a smile and said “alright hey no problem I’m sorry, do you want a hug?” She nods and I wrapped my arms around her gently and I hear her crying as I’m comforting her and I hate seeing her cry it breaks my heart. I rub her back and say “let it out hun it’s ok I got you, I’m here Y/N.” I feel her hug closer and she said “don’t let me go yet.. please.” I hugged her more and said “hey shhh I’m here doll I’m right here I’m not going anywhere ok? And if you want to, you don’t have to but maybe wanna tell me what happened.” I heard her say “No.. I don’t wanna talk about it.” I hugged her and said “hey it’s ok Y/N you’re ok shhhh.”

I’m so glad she came to me I haven’t seen her in a few days I was worried about her and wanted to text her but didn’t wanna intrude or anything but she’s my best friend and I care about her, I’m just glad she’s safe. I heard Y/N take a deep breath and say “I’m so sorry Seb.. I shouldn’t come to you crying honestly..” she tried to get out of my grasp and I said “hey hey Y/N, look at me please?” She looked at me and I smiled at her moving some of her hair away from her eyes carefully and she flinched a bit at first and I said “I’m sorry doll I’m sorry.” Then she smiled and moved closer again and I looked to her for permission & she nodded with a small smile. I moved some more of her hair away so I could see her eyes better and I said “there we go doll, I can see your eyes better.” God she is so beautiful, why does this feel so right her being close to me with me comforting her? “Ok dude don’t get ahead of yourself ok?” I said to myself, I realized I was staring at her smiling at her and she poked me and said “Sebastian..? Hey are you ok there??” I shook my head and said “huh?? oh I’m sorry Y/N yea I’m fine I apologize I was just uhh.. never mind, are you doing ok doll? Feeling any better?”

(Y/N’s POV)

I could tell something was on Sebastian’s mind and I wondered why he changed the subject quickly, I admit him staring at me with that adorable smile of his got me out of my thoughts and I blushed a bit. Sebastian is always so gentle and protective of me and I love how he is always there to comfort me. I leaned over to his shoulder to rest my head feeling tired and Sebastian smiled at me putting his arm around me rubbing my back and said “you feeling tired doll?” I nodded and softly said “yea, I should probably go..” Seb shook his head and said “no it’s ok Y/N you don’t have to go, why not stay here tonight hmm? I’ll stay by you so you’re not alone, we can rest here on the couch tonight if that would be more comfortable for you?” I smiled and said “yea that would be good thank you Seb, I don’t wanna be alone right now.” He got the couch set up and he laid down first and patted the spot next to him and said “here come here you, it’s ok doll come here.” I went to lay down next to him and he smiled at me and put his hand on my arm and started to rub it lightly and I could tell he wanted to say something and I said “hey Seb I can tell something has been on your mind for a bit now, talk to me what is it?” Seb shrugged and shook his head and said “nothing that can’t wait Y/N there’s just something I wanna talk to you about but I wanna focus on you first and make sure you’re doing ok.” I looked at him feeling curious and said “are you sure Seb?.. you can tell me anything, plus I need a distraction from what I went through tonight.” The weird thing is that my mind was telling me that I wanted Sebastian to pull me close to him to cuddle but I was too scared to ask for it.

Sebastian put his hand on my cheek and his thumb caressed my skin and he smiled at me and said “darling I’m more worried about you right now and I really don’t wanna overwhelm you after whatever it is you went through tonight but.. I have these feelings for you like I really like you more than a friend, for a while now and I tried to push them down but comforting you I just wanted to say it now because I care about you so much but how you feel tonight is my first priority Y/N so there’s no pressure to say anything tonight.” It was a lot to take in but I have been having the same feelings for Sebastian for a while but tried to forget about it. I smiled at Seb and said “Seb I’m so glad you told me and you aren’t overwhelming me it’s ok I’m doing much better since I came to you and truth is I had been feeling the same about you, I’m really tired but is it ok if we talk about this more in the morning Seb?” He smiled at me and said “oh baby doll I’m so glad and yes of course let’s get some sleep, but before we do.. is it.. is it ok if I kiss you?” I smiled at him feeling shy and nodded my head and said “yea, I’d be ok with that.” Seb smiled and put his hand back on my cheek and moved closer in to kiss me sweetly and leaned his forehead against mine pulling me closer and said “goodnight baby, let’s get some sleep, we can talk about us in the morning you went through a lot tonight. Try and get some rest now, you’re worth the wait baby, goodnight.”

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taeyongtime · 2 years

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talk shit, get hit (2)

genre: high school delinquent!au

featuring: delinquent!jaehyun + female!reader

word count: 3,401

a/n: pt.1 can be found here. also please check out @chipsandwaffles for the corresponding parts to the jjh arc.

There is nothing more you hate than making eye contact that brings unnecessary attention, and right now you want to bury yourself underground when you spot the arrogant student council secretary glaring at you from across the hallway. You try to hurriedly grab your things from your locker, but fail to avoid him and wince when you hear his low voice by your ear.

“Scared of me, new transfer? Been avoiding me for almost a week now.”

Closing your locker, you take a deep breath and plaster the politest smile you can muster on your face while pressing down the urge to punch his doll-like features to a pulp.

“Never thought I’d see the day when an arrogant ass like you would show concern over a transfer like myself,” you deadpan. “Amazing.”

“I’m warning you,” Taeyong begins slowly, crossing his arms as he leans against your locker. “Stay away from Jaehyun.”

“Why should I listen or even believe you, Mister Secretary, when you were the one looking to pick a fight with him that other time?”

“Just looking out for a newbie. You’re only going to get hurt and I don’t want to see you getting hurt because of him.”

You scoff at his logic. “Who are you, my mom?”

“Consider me your guardian angel.”

“Gross.”

“Don’t forget what I said, Y/N!” he adds after you turn away and start to walk to your next class. “Stay away from Jaehyun!”

“I wish I could stay away from him,” you mutter, “I’m not even the one to initiate conver—”

“Alligator!”

The outburst is inevitable, and you fix a glare at the bumbling delinquent.

“Stop calling me that, you dumb Jeffrey!”

Jaehyun grins and swings an arm around your shoulder when he approaches, prompting a look of disgust from you immediately.

“Hands off before I chop them off.”

“No weapons allowed on school property,” he says haughtily, having the audacity to squeeze your shoulder playfully. “Although I suppose you dish out enough damage on your own with those snapping alligator jaws of yours.”

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you hit him with the book in your hands. A burst of laughter erupts from your throat when he hits his head against the row of lockers behind you.

“That,” Jaehyun winces, rubbing the back of his head. “That really hurt.”

“Did it? I hope it did.”

“It kinda feels sticky back here.”

Eyes widening, you let go of the book and it drops to the floor. The clatter echoes across the hallway and students cast their curious gazes when you order him to bend down, patting his head gently and parting his blond locks to find the wound.

“Just kidding,” he smirks, glancing up at you with a mischievous smile. “Just wondering whether you’d laugh or actually take me seriously when I say I’m in pain.”

“Not funny!” you yell, tears welling up in your eyes at his prank. “I really thought I hurt you!”

Noting your change in demeanor, he stands back upright with your book in hand.

“Hey, I… I’m sorry for messing with you.”

You swipe at your face, refusing to look at him. “Go away.”

“I’m sorry, I… Can you accept my apology?”

“No.”

“Please don’t be mad,” Jaehyun whispers, catching you by surprise at the softness of his tone. “I was an idiot and went too far, I’m sorry.”

Goodness, he means it.

“Fine,” you reply, sniffling while taking your book back from him. “But if you pull this dirty shit again, I’m… I’m going to dye your hair black.”

“What the fuck, you have no right to do that without my consent.”

“I’m pretty sure your blond hair is against school regulations either way.”

Jaehyun snorts at the truth in your reasoning. “Tell that to Doyoung when his head is basically an orange set on fire.”

The name Doyoung striking a bell, you reach into your pocket and take out the business card he had given you.

“Blazing orange gave me this when I saw him in the library.”

“Oh?” He takes the card and rolls his eyes at seeing the words “No Double J Allowed” in between Doyoung’s title and email printed in italics and bold lettering.

“Isn’t he a friendly guy?”

“The friendliest,” you chime in, frowning at how condescending he had been in assuming you had known who he was when you had arrived at this school not long ago. “Makes you feel welcome at the first meeting.”

“Right?”

“Right.”

Exchanging a glance, loud bursts of shared laughter echo across the halls and you try to not stare at the dimple flashing on his cheek when he smiled.

If he weren’t a delinquent I’d totally ask to kiss him and his cute dimple.

“You’re funny, Alligator,” Jaehyun continues, still laughing while walking with you up to the third floor. “If you were less snappy I might actually consider us friends.”

“Ew, gross. I’m not going to be friends with a delinquent who likes to pick fights.”

“That was one time, and it only happened because he called me out when I hadn’t done anything.”

“Liar,” you hiss, “You’ve probably picked fights with people in the library, too. Otherwise it wouldn’t be the pitiful case that it is now—empty and void of people altogether.”

“You... You’re one of those library nerds who practically live there, aren’t you?”

“S-So what,” you stammer, ready to hit him with your book again. “You got a… You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” he says slowly, holding his hands up in defense. “I personally love reading.

“And that’s your stop, so I will catch you later, Alligator.”

“Aren’t you coming?” you frown, “There’s going to be a test this upcoming Friday.”

“To Chemistry? No thanks.”

You cross your arms in displeasure. “Ditching? Again?”

He simply smiles and all nagging fades the moment your eyes rest on his dimpled cheek.

God, I need to stop staring at that sinful dimple.

—

Weekend. To stay in or go out is always the question you ask yourself, the deciding factor that dictates how to spend the Saturday. Staying in today meant Sunday would be homework day, going out vice versa. Probably should’ve done all your homework on Friday so you had your weekend completely free to do whatever the hell you wanted, but who did all their homework on Fridays?

No one.

“Y/N?”

You pull your earbuds out from your ears and gulp at seeing the other half of Double J staring back at you. Having only spoken to Johnny once, it’d be a lie to say you weren’t scared of him in comparison to his yappy counterpart.

Quickening your pace, you don’t get very far when you feel the hand on your shoulder.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” Johnny asks, tilting his head in confusion when you turn around to face him.

“Uh… Um…sure?”

“I’m not that scary, am I?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “You’re a delinquent like Jaehyun.”

“We’re not bad people,” Johnny laughs. “We just have our own ways of showing our individuality.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where are you going?” he continues. “It’s quite a nice day out.”

“Just… walking around,” you shrug, tightening your hold on the pink tote bag hanging off your left shoulder. “Maybe going to read in the park.”

The look of subtle disgust from him at your plans curdles your stomach and you want to punch him in the face.

“Bye, Johnny.”

“You know,” he starts slowly. “I think Jaehyun likes someone. He talks about a snappy alligator all the time.”

An eyebrow quirks up and you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“Cut the crap, delinquent number one. No way he likes me when he’s always calling me a snappy thing.”

“Oh, so it’s you? He never gives me a name whenever I ask him to tell me more.”

Lips forming to a pout, your fingers ball into fists.

“Did you... Did you just trick me?”

Now it is Johnny’s turn to shrug. “I didn’t trick you. I just mentioned that Jaehyun likes someone and you then implicitly told me it was you.”

“You totally just tricked me.”

“I need to go get something from the store before meeting up with Jaehyun, want to come with?”

“No. Bye Johnny.”

Ignoring his calls of your name, you whirl around and pace down the street in anger, not realizing it when you bump into the figure walking out of the bakery on the left. An exasperated sigh follows the two chocolate croissants that drop out of their paper bag and onto the ground.

“I’m sorry,” you blubber, “I didn’t see—”

The complaining voice sounding extremely familiar, you look up and couldn’t believe your luck when you make eye contact with none other than Jung Jaehyun.

“You…”

“What?” Jaehyun grumbles, already knowing what you wanted to ask. “Just say it.”

“Did you…” You squint, confirming it’s him in the blue denim jacket despite his newly darkened hair. “What happened to your hair?”

“Dyed it back to its original color,” he answers, eyebrows arched at your observation. “You got a problem with me having black hair?”

“No. You look… less annoying with black hair.”

“Great. Then you’ll have no problem buying me new croissants to replace the ones I dropped.”

You try shaking him off at the mention of buying him croissants, but it is to no avail when he grabs your arm and drags you back into the bakery. And just your luck that they had every other pastry but croissants, evident by Jaehyun openly pouting at the empty rack where the croissants are supposed to be.

“You owe me,” he complains with his arms crossed. “It’s your fault I dropped my croissants!”

“Not my fault you didn’t hold onto them,” you retort stubbornly, perfectly aware that it was indeed your fault since you had bumped into him first. “You’re saying you can’t even hold onto two chocolate croissants without dropping them?”

The glares prickling, you eventually huff and take out your wallet, telling him you’d buy him something in return to make up for his loss. He nods haughtily and you internally cry at the four slices of chocolate cheesecake he had chosen in place of the lost croissants.

“I hate you,” you mutter when you finally leave after also paying for a loaf of banana bread for yourself. “You purposely chose something more expensive.”

“Love you too, babe,” Jaehyun grins as he digs in, eyes closing while savoring the rich cheesecake. “I’ve never tried cheesecake from here and can confirm it’s as good as they recommend it to be.”

“You’re a pig, Jeffrey. The biggest pig.”

“A cute pig,” he reiterates, voice muffled while going for another slice, peeling off the plastic wrapped around it and sighing in content after the initial bite. “I can probably make a cheesecake that’s equally as good, if not better.”

“You bake?”

“I’m good at cooking.”

He holds out the bag of pastries your way. “Want one?”

You shake your head. “Baking and cooking are not the same thing.”

“Close enough. Where’re you going?”

“I’m going to the park. To read.”

You brace yourself for the shade but it never came.

“Oh, that’s nice,” he nods, throwing away the plastic into the trashcan on his right. “What book are you reading?”

“One of Agatha Christie’s mystery novels. Also, I would’ve yelled at you if you had thrown your trash on the ground, you dumb Jeffrey.”

“Littering is bad. And I’m not a dumb Jeffrey.”

“You and Johnny,” you mutter as the park entrance comes to view. “Two of the same.”

“Hey, quick question before I meet Johnny?”

"Shoot.”

“Can I have a date with you?”

His words catch you by surprise and you freeze.

“What?”

“A date,” Jaehyun repeats, unfazed. “I want to go on a date with you.”

“I don’t even like—”

“For lunch, you snappy thing. We can eat up at the rooftop; it’s quite a view.”

You pause, feeling strangely dissatisfied.

“Oh.”

“Monday,” he continues. “I’ll meet you in front of the library before your History class.”

“Why the library of all places?”

“You’re probably in there reading during your free periods, aren’t you?”

Eyes narrowing, you tell him to not be late before turning around and dismissing him to go meet his fellow delinquent, resisting the urge to smile at the thought of a lunch date the following Monday.

—

“We meet again.”

You pull away and close your book. “Go away, I saw you once on the weekend already.”

Johnny sits down next to you and you scoot further away, prompting an amused grin.

“You’re just like her.”

“Who’s this ‘her’?”

“A transfer like you,” he answers. “Doesn’t seem to like me that much but I think she’s warming up to me.”

“That’s…” What was the right word? “Interesting.”

“I should introduce you to her sometime.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m sure her hands are full having to deal with you on the daily.”

“And yours are probably always on the move trying to hit Jaehyun when he says something that you don’t agree with.”

Before you can shoot a barbed retort in response, buzzing emits from Johnny’s jacket and he takes out his phone, bidding you a quick goodbye when he turns to leave the library to go pick someone up after trying to talk to you in the school library.

“Thank god, he’s gone,” you sigh, resuming your reading. “Should’ve just waited outside and left to pick up whoever it is instead of coming here to talk to me.”

After two more chapters, you didn’t realize you had already reached the end and look at the clock. Somehow an hour had passed, marking the end of your lunch period. It’d be a lie to say you weren’t disappointed at Jaehyun’s no show.

“Why did I get my hopes up and think he’d actually show up?”

“Should I wait outside instead of coming in to pick you up, Alligator?”

“You’re late,” you snap, covering your face with the book you were reading when you hear Jaehyun’s voice. “Where were you?”

“Sorry, I…” Jaehyun wheezes. “I was showing a friend a place to sleep.”

“Did you run down here?” you ask, noticing beads of sweat trickling down his brow.

“Yeah. Didn’t think… it’d take that long but it did.”

You get up and return the book back to its rightful place on the shelf. That lunch date wasn’t happening after all.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs at your silence. “How… How about we meet up after your class?”

“It’s an hour long,” you say bluntly. “Do you actually have the patience to wait an hour for me?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

The conviction in his voice undeniable, you nod and allow him to take your books for you as he walks you to your next class.

—

You thought your day couldn’t get any worse until you’re assigned to be Taeyong’s partner for the upcoming group PowerPoint presentation in your History class.

The glares are obvious. You didn’t see it, but you can feel the prickling feeling of bitterness directed your way when the announcement is made. To call it unease is an understatement when people started shuffling to sit with their partners and Taeyong comes over to sit next to you at your table.

Fear. The cold sweat never seemed to stop when at least half of the class was female and they’re looking at you like you had kicked their puppies or something.

“You’re not listening.”

“What?” you blurt out, meeting Taeyong’s amused glance.

“I asked if you’d like to focus our PowerPoint on punishments. We can compare and contrast past and current forms of it and go from there.”

“Sure,” you nod. “That sounds fine.”

“Then come with me to the student council room?” he asks when the class is dismissed after five minutes of discussion.

“What?”

“The student council room,” Taeyong repeats. “There are computers in there we can use to start our presentation.”

“I… Sorry, I’m meeting up with Jaehyun after class.”

The look in his eyes is unreadable. “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“I think I can be the judge of whether I should stay away from him or not,” you tell him pointedly. “I’m the one who’s friends with him, not you.”

“He’s not worth it,” Taeyong mutters while packing up his things. “Text me when you want to meet up to start the PowerPoint then.”

“Text, I don’t—”

At seeing the series of numbers scrawled in pen on your handout, you sigh and only sink further into your seat before pulling yourself together to start packing your things. Half the class already out, you scramble to avoid the bitter aura around the classroom but the foot by the door says otherwise.

“I’m not interested in Taeyong,” you assert automatically. “He’s just a classmate.”

The girl standing by the doorway snorts in disbelief. “Everyone says that at first and then they make a move on him when they think no one’s onto them.”

“He’s just a classmate, I don’t—”

“Only a classmate??” one of her groupies shrieks. “Taeyong is the most handsome guy in our school! And he’s interested in you! A transfer!”

The leader shoots her a glare and turns back to you. “Look, if you make a move on Taeyong, we’re going to know and make your life a living hell.”

“Okay, so can I leave now?”

“You better not do anything weird!” she yells one last time before she let you pass. “Trust me, we’ll know if you do!”

You turn down the hall, rolling your eyes at such immaturity. What were they, children fighting over a toy? You feel bad for Taeyong; as arrogant as he was when you had first met him, he was a regular human, certainly not some sort of commodity to be fought over. It must be terrible to feel like you’re only an object for others to admire rather than your own person.

Only when you’re halfway down the hallway of the second floor did you realize you hadn’t seen Jaehyun since your class ended, especially when he was the one who had offered to meet up with you after you were done.

“Stupid Jeffrey,” you mutter. “Left me hanging again—”

“Will you two stop arguing like a bunch of children?”

The outburst startling you out of your thoughts, you inch curiously towards the crowd forming by the elevator, in awe at the girl standing in between Johnny and Doyoung. Recognizing her as the girl who had received Doyoung’s business card in the library, you remember Johnny had mentioned a transfer who was starting to warm up to him.

But what has you more surprised—and even angry—is the delinquent standing in the corner watching everything unfold with the biggest smirk on his face while fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

What the fuck?

“You guys are the dumbest and your feud is so stupid!” the girl yells before pushing her way out of the crowd, bumping into you along the way. You think about to telling her off for bumping into you but disregard it. She clearly looked pissed off at the whole ordeal and seemed like she needed some time to cool down.

“This is all your fault,” Doyoung hisses at Johnny. “She’s mad at me now because of you.”

“I should be saying that,” Johnny retorts. “We just became friends and now she’s going to unfriend me because you were such a petty prickly pincushion.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Wow, alliteration. As if I’ve never heard that before.”

“It does sound stupid,” you mutter under your breath as they continue their bickering, one eye fixed on Jaehyun the spectator.

Don’t get involved, stupid Jeffrey. This isn’t your fight and I know you’re better than that.

Johnny crosses his arms, glaring at Doyoung. The latter does the same and you bury your face in your hands when Jaehyun suddenly steps into the fray, one ringed finger jabbing into Doyoung’s chest as his voice drips with defiance against the whims of the student council president.

You were utterly disappointed at ever thinking there was more to Jung Jaehyun, even more so disappointed that Taeyong was right in saying Jaehyun wasn’t as good of a person as you had thought.

#jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct #jaehyun

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Hi girly!! I had my practical test for surgery today and It went so good that I'm finally in the mood to request something

Can I please please please have a very fluffy Eddie like something about reader birthday, bc tomorrow is mine and I hate it so I'm just want some comfort, if not is totally okay no worries. 💕

Heyyyy yay on the practical test!! Go you! Happy belated birthday, I hope it was lovely and that this hits home!

"Hey sweetheart," a voice in my doorway startles me and my eyes fly up to meet Eddie's gaze, a soft smile on his lips as he steps into my bedroom, "how's celebration?" He asks, referring to the balloons that are scattered around my room from a previous visit from Dustin and the rest of the gang.

"Good, better now that you're here." I smile, patting the bed in front of me as he quickly takes his spot, setting down a small box and a bag down beside us. Leaning towards me, he captures my lips in a sweet kiss, lingering a bit before whispering.

"You look beautiful, even in your old age-"

"Shut up! I told you no birthday jokes- I hate getting older." I huff, reaching out to shove him playfully as his eyes roll, his hands lifting in playful surrender.

"Fine, fine. Then here's this completely unrelated gift that has nothing to do with you surviving another year in this dreary existence." He sighs, holding the box out to me gently as my fingers lift the lid, a bright smile taking over my lips at the sight of the small cupcake, an unlit blunt sticking out of the top of it as if it were a candle. He's quick to snatch the joint, sending me a wink. "That's for me." He giggles, setting the drug behind his ear before handing me the treat. I smile thankfully, dipping my finger down into the frosting before lifting it to my lips, humming at the sweet sensation that consumes me.

"Thank you honey-"

"That's not all!" He rushes out, forcing the bag into my lap with a chuckle, watching me with wide, eager eyes as I stare hesitantly down at the gift bag, not expecting a gift from him. "I know you told me not to get you anything, but chivalry is not dead, my love." He smiles, reaching up to cradle my cheek gently, eyes lingering on mine for a few stray moments. "Open it."

I do as he says, pulling the tissue out of the bag and tossing it to the ground until I finally come across a small box at the bottom of the bag. It's wrapped poorly but it's almost cute, especially with the boyish, embarrassed look Eddie is giving me, his cheeks a bright red as I hold the box in my hands.

"Eddie-"

"Open it." He urges quietly, lip tucking between his teeth and my fingers open the lid of the box, shocked at what I find inside. There's a small guitar pick, similar to the one that's wrapped around his neck, but instead, it's engraved with both of our initials. It's cheesy, sure, but it took thought and dedication that not a lot of people give, especially when it comes to me. "Do you like it?" He asks, fiddling with his necklace as I pull my own out of it's confines, immediately handing it to him so he can help me place it around my neck.

"It's the sweetest, most thoughtful gift anyone's ever gotten me." I whisper, reaching up to touch the pick as his fingers linger on the back of my neck. My neck cranes so I can look back at him, capturing his lips in a brief kiss before throwing myself into his arms.

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#eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic

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homeofthelonelywriter · 2 years

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FF: 30 Days, I’m yours! Day 5 Pt.2

(A/N) Spicy spice spice! I hope you like it!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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“Loki!” I had been standing beside Odin and Frigga, waiting for Loki and Thor to return from battle. Thor was leading the soldiers and when I couldn’t see Loki I started to get worried. I hadn’t received word that he had been injured. And I’m sure Frigga wouldn’t be so calm if he was.

Finally, I saw a speck of green through all the shining armor and I know he had returned.

Not being able to control me glee, I started descending the steps towards him, at first slowly, but the closer I got, the quicker my feet moved until I was basically running down to meet him.

His head lifted and a grin took over his handsome face. Stopping in his track, he opened his arms and easily caught me when I jumped into them.

“I missed you so much.” I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me endlessly closer.

I slowly pulled away enough to see his face. He had some scratches on his face, but nothing life threatening. Taking his helmet off and letting it fall to the floor, I cupped his cheek and pulled him into a longing kiss. My fingers tangled in his black locks while his hold on me tightened even more, his fingers digging into my flesh, sure to leave bruises.

Our lips moved against each other and when I felt him smiling into the kiss, I couldn’t help but smile myself. Gods, how I’d missed him.

We only pulled apart when someone behind me cleared their throat. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Frigga, smiling at the two of us.

“I hate to interrupt, but I’d love to hug my son.” With a chuckle, Loki gently set me down on the ground and hugged his mother, still keeping one arm around me.

As soon as Frigga pulled away from the hug, Loki pulled me into his side, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. His mother was still smiling and motioned up the stairs, to where Thor and Odin were waiting. Loki nodded and the two of us followed the goddess.

Sure enough, his smile faded the closer we got to his father. I frowned slightly, raising one hand and combing it through his hair. The motion returned the smile to his face, making me smile in turn.

Odin was talking to Thor praising him, not acknowledging his other son.

“But father, Loki was great on the battlefield. Without him, we surely would not have won.” Thor motioned to Loki, who slightly raised his chin, showing how proud those words made him. But Odin just had to ruin it.

“You are more than capable, son. Tell me all about the battle!” Without even glancing at the dark haired prince, Odin patted Thor on the back and started walking inside the palace. Thor looked back at his brother, silently apologizing, but Loki waved him off.

“Love…” Loki looked at me, a sad smile present on his face.

“It’s okay.” I shook my head, stepping in front of him and cupping his face, gently stroking his cheeks.

“One day he will see his errors. And on that day, he will regret ever treating you this way.” Loki leaned into my touch and nodded.

“How about you two retire to your chambers for now? I will come to get you when dinner is ready.” Loki and I nodded at Frigga and offered me his hand.

“Let’s go, love.” I intertwined my fingers with his and together me made our way to our shared chambers.

I helped Loki remove his armor. A long process, shortened by a lot of kisses and fleeting touches. Once he was only wearing his pants, I ran my hands over his chest, carefully tracing all his scars. His hands, which were placed on my waist, played with the fabric of the dress I was wearing, slightly tickling me, making me giggle.

Loki smiled at my reaction, leaning down, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. At least that was what I thought it was. But Loki had other plans, pulling me flush against his chest while toying with the buttons on my back, holding my dress together.

One after the other popped open, until I felt his cold fingers brush against my bare back, forcing a moan from my lips. He pulled away, a wicked grin on his lips.

“You make such beautiful noises. I think I need to hear more.” He dove straight to my neck, licking and nibbling at the sensible flesh while slowly pushing the dress off my shoulders. My fingers pulled at his hair as I writhed in his arms.

The dress finally pooled at my feet and Loki didn’t waste a single second before hoisting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. That way, I was slightly taller than him, and I had to admit that I enjoyed him looking up at me.

His lips left my neck, no longer able to reach it comfortably and instead focused on my bare chest. Without hesitation, they wrapped around my left nipple and started to suck and bite. I threw my head back a loud moan escaping my lips. He chuckled, biting down harder.

By then my breath was coming in uneven pants and I could feel the wetness between my thighs growing.

“Loki…please…” He growled, the vibration around my nipple, sending a pleasant shiver through me.

“Shower.” That was all he said before starting to walk towards the bathroom, while still nibbling at my chest, leaving love bites. He only stopped when he kicked the door open and suddenly, I could hear the water rushing. He must’ve used his magic to turn it on.

He continued until I felt the water spray against my back, a sigh escaping me as I felt its pleasant warmth. Loki took that as a sign that I liked the temperature and steppes fully beneath the stream. Both of us were immediately drenched, but neither of us cared as I leaned down and crashed my lips to his.

Within a millisecond Loki had me pressed against the cold bathroom wall, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Careful not to let me fall, Loki let me slip down a bit until I felt his hard on press against my entrance. Where did his pants go? The feeling of it twitching against me in anticipation made me moan and I started to rock my hips against him.

Loki pulled back and looked me in my eyes, making sure that I was okay with what was to come. Even after dating for so long and I don’t know how many hours spend having sex, he still made sure that it was what I wanted. A smile spread across my face and I pressed my lips against the tip of his nose.

His chest rumbled as he chuckled, making me forget about our current situation. At least until he thrusted his whole length into me.

My eyes ripped open and I quickly sat up. Where was I?

Looking around quickly gave me an answer. I was in my room. Loki must’ve carried me back after I fell asleep. Loki…Loki!

My eyes scanned the room for him but I couldn’t find him. I felt disappointed that he wasn’t here after we’d spend the whole time together, but I was also somewhat glad. I didn’t want him to be present when I was having a wet dream…but…was it really a dream? Or was it a memory?

A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Yes?” The door opened and Loki stepped inside. His hair was disheveled and he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants.

“Sorry, I just heard some strange noises from your room and wanted to make sure you’re alright.” He gently closed the door behind himself and walked over to me, pressing his hand against my forehead, checking if I was still having a fever. A frown took over his face.

“I think you’re heating up again.” He pulled his hand back and instead pressed his own forehead against mine, causing my breath to hitch.

Loki looked truly concerned as he pulled back.

“And you’re covered in sweat. I think your fever really is coming back. You should take a shower and change.” If he only knew why I was covered in sweat.

He pulled the blanket back but suddenly stopped moving before a deep growl escaped his lips. My eyes landed on his closed ones, watching as he took a few deep breaths, apparently trying to calm down.

“I…Your fever isn’t back, but you should still take a shower.” How did he know? He answered my silent question.

“Your arousal…I can smell it.” My eyes widened in shock. How could he smell that? I jumped to my feet, but immediately started feeling dizzy and stumbled into Loki’s arms. He easily caught me, one hand on my arm, the other one my waist. I looked up into his eyes, which were already on me. His jaw was clenched and I could see a vein on his forehead, revealing how hard he was trying to hold himself together.

His lips…they were pressed into a thin line. I couldn’t stop staring at them. In my dream…I could feel them all over me and…

“Y/N…if you don’t stop staring, I can’t promise you that I’ll leave this room tonight.” His voice was strained, but…would that be that bad? As that thought shot through my head his eyes opened wide.

“Are you sure?” I slowly nodded and Loki slowly leaned down, softly brushing his lips against mine. I held my breath, waiting for more. But…he gently pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips before he pulled away. He let go of me, making sure that I was standing steadily before he took a few steps back

“Loki…” He had turned away from me but looked back over his shoulder as I called his name.

“It’s alright, Y/N. Go take a shower. And maybe take your meds again. If you need me, just call.” He quickly walked out of my room, leaving me feeling insecure and slightly ashamed. Maybe he no longer wanted me… I shook my head to get rid of that thought and walked to my bathroom, where I quickly turned the shower on and stripped before I jumped underneath. With a sponge and some shower gel, I cleaned myself as thoroughly as possible but as I brushed over the inside of my thighs, I felt myself twitch, longing for a certain someone’s touch.

I banished the thought and continued washing myself, before stepping out of the shower and drying myself. I forgot to take a new pajama with me, so I instead just wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom.

What I wasn’t expecting was to find Loki back in my room. My sheets were balled up under his arm and my bed was covered in fresh ones. His eyes flicked to me as I opened the door, but he quickly looked away again, another growl escaping his lips.

“I really hope you’re not doing this on purpose…” My eyes flickered to the towel around me and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

“I…I didn’t know you’d be here…” Loki nodded before turning around.

“Put some clothes on. I won’t look.” I did as he told me and tapped him on the shoulder once I was clothed. He turned back and nodded towards the bed, silently telling me to get in. Once again, I did as I was told. Never knew I was this obedient. While I pulled the blanket up, Loki threw the dirty bedsheets into a corner of my room, before he handed me my medicine.

“Take them. And like I said, if you need something, just yell.” I nodded and he left my room. I ran my hand over the bedsheets. They weren’t mine. Pulling the blanket up to my nose and inhaling I recognized Loki’s smell. I smiled, a pleasant shiver run through my body.

Exhausted, I fell back onto my mattress and closed my eyes, pictures of what happened between Loki, in real life as well as in my…dream, flashed before my eyes. I had to ask him if it was really a dream or if something like that happened in real life. But that would have to wait for now.

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seokmatthewz · 3 years

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wooyoung ✭ the star

#ateez #wooyoung #atzinc #ateezedit #foratiny #kpopgfxnetwork #ultkpop #idolsincedits #iri.gifs #flashing tw #AAA SHE TURNED OUT KINDA SEXY??????#i hate my gifs but this set . i will pat myself gently on the back FJKLDKL black and white just makes sets look so cool....#woo himself in this shoot is so iconic....#obsessed with these looks hes so wicked handsome its crazy #arms nd collarbones out king how does it feel.......i am proposinb #im gonna kiss . thank u this set was extremely self indulgentkjdlfkjfld #gonna maybe make sets for jonggi too hehe #or perhaps for all of them [blushy emoji] fdslkjdfjkl #gifs.b&w

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Hotch x reader - Broke souls

Part one:

Sitting at the round table, you were bouncing your leg under the table.

"We really think it's safer if you stay here (N/N)." Tony sighed.

You gave him a small smile and nodded you head a little.

"I understand that Tony, it's just... I'm tired..."

Steve sat next to you, Bucky on the other side as the rest of the avengers came crowding around. It wasn't just them in the room, Fury was there was well.

"What are you tired of?" Steve asked gently.

"Running. I understand it's to keep me safe, but I will always be on their radar. Just as Bucky will. I can't keep hiding because of this..."

You looked at your metal hand, flexing it slightly.

Tony made it for you, using your favourite colour for the metal, and he installed a fail safe for if your words were used on you it would alert him.

You loved it, but you hated it all at the same time.

"Me running is still being part of their game."

"If you leave they will find you again." Fury said.

"I know, that's why I want your help."

You looked around at them all, pleading eyes begging them to agree.

"Help me restart somewhere else. New job, everything."

"It might not work." Clint sighed, "hydra have people who can find you."

"Even if it's temporary, even if fury has to send agents to wherever I go. Please." You begged.

The team shared a look with each other.

Bucky reached out, taking your hand in his as he gave you a small smile.

"I want to escape... try forget... and I know you guys are trying to help me but I want to forget about the things I did..."

"They weren't you." Thor whispered.

"But I watched myself do them..."

Fury sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Barnes if you do this you have to give regular updates. You still have to attend regular meetings, understood?"

You nodded your head.

Fury knew there was no stopping you.

You'd done it before, just vanished without a trace.

He knew if you wanted to disappear you would, at least if he agreed to it he could still watch you and make sure that you're not going back to hydra.

"Fine, stark will create you a new life.

"Thank you so much."

He gave a small nod then left.

You worked for days with Tony to create the perfect identity and get a place set up elsewhere for you. He even managed to land you a job interview for a few weeks away.

Standing at the entrance to the tower, you smiled at everyone.

“Thanks for everything, I’ll keep in touch.”

“Everything’s already set up for you. Here.”

Natasha gave you your new keys and a hug before she pulled away.

“All the documents you need are in these files and don’t worry, we’ve locked your real information under the best security.” Tony said.

“Thanks T…”

He nodded, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“You’ll visit right?” Clint asked.

“Of course.”

Steve walked over, pulling you in for a hug.

“You know he’s gonna miss you.” He whispered.

“He’s my brother, we’ve never been alone. Even hydra kept us together.” You whispered back.

Steve nodded, he left go and you turned to your brother, giving him a small wave over.

Bucky stood in front of you, holding something in his hands.

“You should really stay…”

“I’m sorry Buck…”

He just nodded, reaching around your head he let the dog tags fall into place.

“Thanks.” You smiled.

“Better not loose them.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around your brother as you sighed.

You didn’t want to leave him, but you had to. It was for the best and you both knew it.

“I promise I won’t. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll visit you soon.” He said.

You nodded and pulled away, offering them all one last wave before you started heading towards you car.

“Oh! Tell the others I said goodbye and I’m sorry I couldn’t wait!” You called.

With that, you got in and drove to where Tony had set your GPS for.

You know nothing about this place, and that was the whole point. A fresh start.

As you pulled up to your new apartment complex, you made you way to the door number labelled on your keys and stood outside, taking a small breath as you tried to find the courage to unlock it.

Once you did, you heard another door unlock and your mind kicked into protection mode.

You stood there, pulling your door closed again as a well dressed man stepped out of his door, the pair of you looked at each other.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. Aaron.” He said, holding out his hand.

You looked at it for a moment before offering him your left hand, making him swap hands in order to shake yours.

“(Y/N).”

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotcher imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotcher #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #broken souls

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lemonluvgirl · 2 years

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everlark!prompt; very assertive!peeta.

katniss has a massive set back (during the gbt phase) & stops taking care of herself. peeta cannot take it and decides if she won’t care for herself he’ll do it for her. very intimate and whompy

ok ok...I've got something for this :)

"Katniss. It's been weeks.You haven't come out of your house. You haven't moved from your bed. This has to stop. I've tried doing this the nice way. Haymitch says you don't need nice though. He says you need a kick in the ass. After seeing you like this for so long I'm inclined to agree with him. If you don't get up I'm going to walk over there and pick you up and-"

I jump down from the bed and run out of the room. I feel my throat close up, and I barely make it to the study before I can crawl under the desk and collapse in a fit of angry tears.

I cry and cry and kick at the chair until it falls over and I bite my lip in an attempt to keep from screaming, long and hard against the disgustingly bright morning. My head feels like it's pulling in two different directions and I feel disoriented and sick.

I hate these moments. I hate Peeta for forcing me to face them. There's nothing but fury and panic in my blood and its like a race inside me to see which of the stronger emotions will win out.

These are the times when my mind shifts back into that place where the Games are alive all around me and more real than the floor beneath me, or the sounds of people's voices as they try to reach me.

Sometimes all it takes is a moment, just one where I was surprised, and frightened and vulnerable. It all started with a change to my routine.

Just one difference in how Sae woke me up once morning, she was humming under her breath when she came in and found me asleep on the couch. She patted my hair gently and when I woke up I expected to find Prim or my mother's face above me. What I got instead was a healthy dose of reality. So instead of facing the fact that neither of the two people I desperately wanted to see in that moment would ever come back to 12, to me, I ran. Up stairs and into my bed and shut myself away from everything and everyone.

I reverted back to a violent, distrusting, dangerous creature. A creation of their Games. Someone not quite sane, or maybe even fully human.

The thought makes me shake in my thin robe. I recall the questions they used to ask me. About my name, where I was from, and what date it was.

Lots of boring tedious things designed to persuade me that the Games are over, that I am safe. But even though my mind can recognize if it's been more than two years, I can never feel really safe.

Because the Hunger Games will never be over. Not for me, and not for anyone I care about that is still left living. And there are very few of those.

My mind cannot wrap itself around the idea that there is something after this, that I will inevitably have to go on. This moment feels like a cavernous mouth opening wide to swallow me whole, and I can't move, I can't speak. I can only try not to scream as it devours me.

Darkness and tears, for I don't know how long, are the only things I can feel.

But then, there are strong arms around me. Familiar arms. Solid and true. And I am in the cave again, seeking refuge from the storm that blows hard and hateful around me, and inside my mind. I clutch him, in the cave, under the desk, in both places and both times at once. Needing the gentleness that lives deep within him to anchor me to this reality.

And he holds me together with his kind hands, until I stop shaking. The boy who the Capitol tried to brainwash and torture until he was ready to kill me on sight, until he was nothing but a twisted mutt instead of the boy with the bread I had come to need so much. They had tried to cut the kindness out of his very skin, until there was nothing left but rage and hatred. But they failed. Because Peeta's goodness lives in his soul, and that was one thing they couldn't touch no matter how hard they tried.

He is oddly enough the only one who makes me feel safe. We stay locked in a gentle embrace, until I am placid in his arms.

I look up at him with tears in my eyes, so ashamed of myself for causing all this trouble. But he looks down at me tenderly, without any trace of resentment. It breaks me, that look. Because it makes me need him even more.

"Hey, there." He says in that forgiving and merciful tone that always seems to cut to the core of my soul.

"Hi." I tell him shakily.

"Ready to come out? Or do you need a few more minutes?" He asks, and I breathe out heavily. No sense in dragging it out anymore than I've already done.

"I'm ready." I tell him and he smiles. It takes a minute, because we're in an awkward position under the desk, and his leg doesn't make it easy for him to maneuver. But we make it to a standing position, and he wraps me in a warm hug and I hold him tight again.

"Sorry for messing up your morning." I told him as I rested my head against his heartbeat.

"Any morning I get to spend with you is a great one." He tells me kindly. And because this moment is so solemn and I know right now we are both totally bared and honest with each other in the face of our shared tragedies, I know he means it, one hundred percent.

It makes me sigh. And I close my eyes just wanting to feel it, this moment. Where the one before this one almost drove me over the edge with terror and dread, and I couldn't rack my brain hard enough to figure out how to force myself to let it pass, this moment in his arms I want the opposite.

I want to stretch it, and spin it around us like a cocoon where we can hide away from everything and everyone that waits for us when we step out of here.

When I open my eyes to look up at him I see his eyes are closed, and he's smiling that almost smile that captures me so easily.

And I think,

I want...

I want to be done running from it.

Is that the same as a fish wanting to fly? The same as a mountain wanting to blow away in the breeze?

Could I ever really do it?

Emotions, especially when they ran high in me, were often unreliable…

I took a deep breath and resolved to let the feelings settle before I did anything hasty again.

But I did stretch onto my tiptoes and plant a soft, light kiss on his almost smiling lips.

"What was that for?" He asked with an amused grin. His blue eyes sparking in the light of the morning streaming in from the window.

"That was because this time, I needed a kiss, but you're just too gentlemanly to press your advantage." I tell him quietly, and match his smile.

"Oh, well in that case," He says as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me a little longer, but still gently and mostly chastely.

"See? What'd I tell you? Great morning." He says when he breaks away from me and I smile against his lips, so very lighthearted for a second.

so that's what I have for that prompt. Not my usual PWP stuff, but I also enjoy writing sweet Everlark moments as well!

#everlark #GBT #PostMockingjay #Hurt/Comfort #angstyfluff #katniss&peeta #fanfiction

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helloalycia · 3 years

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my patient’s neighbour [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: as you spend more time with your patient's neighbour, you come to realise that your crush may be getting too much

warning/s: none, just fluff tbh

author's note: i’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part! here’s the next bit :)

When Sunday rolled around, I did everything in my power to make it the perfect day for Anna. We went out for breakfast at a café around the corner, a stroll around the park, then I made her lunch before she conked out afterwards, napping in her bedroom. I took that as my chance to decorate the living-area with birthday decorations. Nothing too much as I knew she'd kill me if I went overboard, but little things like a banner, some balloons and streamers.

I told Wanda to come at this time, too, and she showed up with a bag of groceries and a pretty smile on her face.

"Here, let me help," I said, already moving to take the bag off her. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said, closing the door behind her and following me into the kitchen. Her smile widened when she saw the decorations. "Y/N, this is lovely! Anna is going to love it!"

"You think?" I asked, spinning around and doing a once over of the living-area. "It's not too much? I know she'll hate if I do too much."

"It's just the right amount," Wanda reassured, glancing at me. "How has she been today?"

We both began to unpack the groceries as we talked.

"Really good actually," I said with a nod. "I treated her to breakfast at that café she likes. We went to the park, fed the ducks, had a nice stroll. Then I made her some lunch and she's napping which leaves us the perfect time to crack on with dinner."

Wanda chuckled. "Great." She paused, making me look to her to see her smile fading. Nervously, she asked, "Did her granddaughter call?"

I sighed quietly and Wanda seemed to know what that meant without me saying anything further.

"It's okay, we'll just have to make this the best meal ever," she said, not letting it get to her.

"We will," I agreed, before looking to the food on the table. "So, chef. Where do we start?"

Wanda and I spent the next hour prepping dinner, a beef stew called Solyanka, as it would require two hours to cook on the stove so we were starting early to make sure it would be ready in time.

I was chopping some onions as she prepared the beef, but I couldn't help myself from glancing at her every two seconds, still filled with concern because of her cast and minor injuries.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," she said teasingly, making me look up to see her watching me with a stifled smile.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking back to my chopping board.

"What's wrong?" she asked gently.

I chewed on my lip as I glanced at her wrist again, before meeting her gaze. "How did it happen?"

"I already told you," she reminded me playfully, trying to lighten the mood, but I was still fretful. "It happened on a mission."

"Yeah, but how?" I asked again, hoping she understood what I meant.

She seemed reluctant to share, face scrunching up with thought, before looking down to her own chopping board. I thought she wouldn't tell me, but then she spoke.

"I can't tell you too much," she started, shrugging, "since it was a confidential mission. But basically, I was undercover when my target recognised me and we got into a fight."

Watching her with the utmost attention, I nodded, imagining it in my head.

"It wasn't difficult or anything, but it surprised me, y'know?" She looked to me with a smile, as if trying to make it sound less scarier than it was. "The guy, the target, he managed to get in few good hits. And he sprained my wrist. But it's alright."

I wasn't as amused as she was, wincing at the thought of her being in a fight. "Are you sure you're alright?"

She tilted her head knowingly. "I'm sure, Y/N. It's my job."

Shaking my head, I looked back down to my chopping board and continued chopping the onion. "I don't know how you can do that as a job..."

"Well, it's rewarding," she said like it was obvious. "Why do you spend most of your week caring for the elderly?"

"It's rewarding," I said without hesitation, before realising what she'd done and looking her way.

She was smiling cockily, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

"Okay, I see your point," I gave in. "But still. It's a dangerous job what you do. Just be careful, yeah?"

"Always am," she promised. And I wanted to believe her, but the cast on her wrist said otherwise.

—

"It smells like home, devochki, spasibo (girls, thank you)," Anna said from her place at the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"We're sure, Anna," Wanda called back to her. "I'm just putting the food into a serving bowl and Y/N is grabbing some glasses. You sit and wait like the patient woman I know you are."

Anna mumbled something in Russian which I didn't understand, but it seemed to make Wanda chuckle as she rolled her eyes.

It was finally time for dinner and the stew had turned out beautifully, not that I had doubts since Wanda didn't seem like one to kid around with cooking.

As she was readying it for the table, I was setting everything up and all that was left were the glasses. But, of course (and oddly enough, since Anna was shorter than I), they were stored on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and just out of my reach.

In hindsight, I probably could have grabbed a stool and stood on it, but I was too lazy, so I went on my tip-toes and stretched with all my might. The tips of my fingers brushed against a glass and I attempted to move it towards me, unable to see if I was actually doing anything since it was too high. After a couple of tries, I managed to bring it forward, but my stupid self flicked it too hard and it came tumbling off the shelf and towards the counter.

I braced myself for the sound of glass smashing, but instead, a wondrous red energy wrapped itself around the glass and kept it suspended mid-fall.

"Very clever," Wanda said sarcastically, appearing directly beside me. Her accent was daringly teasing.

I looked up and saw her smirking at me with amusement, right hand raised and aimed at the glass. Red tendrils of energy glowed around her hand and the glass; I widened my eyes a little, amazed at how easy she made it look. Though I knew she had powers, I'd never actually seen her use them up close and personal. It was stunning.

"I totally knew you were going to do that," I played it cool, cheeks flushing as she set the glass on the counter.

"Mhm, sure you did," she played along with a melodious laugh, before pressing her front to my back without warning and reaching to grab two more glasses. "Here, I got it."

My body tensed at the feeling of her unexpectedly so close to me. My mouth went dry, her warmth emanating from her and washing over me with the scent of her perfume. Did she always smell so good?

When she grabbed all three glasses, she didn't seem to notice the effect she had on me (unless she did and kept quiet for her own amusement).

"Think you can grab the food without dropping it?" she asked, quirking an entertained brow.

Still distracted by her perfume, I nodded and cleared my throat. "Food. Right. Yeah."

As I stirred the stew to mix everything thoroughly, I felt my heart rate return to its normal pace and told myself to chill out. Wanda just happened to be an extremely pretty individual who was kind and thoughtful and funny. It wasn't a big deal.

When I was sure I wouldn't make a fool of myself, I returned to the dining table with a pot of stew and set it down on the placemat.

"Priyatnogo appetita (enjoy your meal)," I said, trying not to stumble over my pronunciation.

Both Anna and Wanda raised their brows with matching surprised smiles on their faces.

"You said that perfectly, Y/N!" Wanda said encouragingly, as I took a seat to the right of Anna at the head of the table.

"I see you've been practicing," Anna added, looking to me with an endearing gaze. "A present in itself. Thank you, milaya (sweetie)."

I smiled bashfully. "I have to keep up with you both somehow, right?"

Anna chuckled as Wanda gave me a brilliant smile. Something in my chest stirred as she did, and I was forced to look away, though my own smile didn't fade.

"So, Y/N and I put this together for you and I'm sure you'll know what it is," Wanda said, before serving up a bowl for Anna.

"Solyanka," Anna exclaimed with delight. "Devushki (girls), this looks and smells amazing." She paused, glancing between us both with a grateful smile. "Since you've both been here, this place... it's beginning to feel alive again."

To my surprise, she teared up and began to laugh, using her napkin to pat the corner of her eyes. I rested my hand on hers, squeezing it gently and giving her a small smile.

"I appreciate this very much," she continued, before squeezing my hand and letting go to grab her spoon. "I can't wait to try it."

The three of us dug into our stew and Anna loved it, talking about the first time she ever had it as a kid and how it was one of her favourite dishes. The rest of the meal went by wonderfully, with Anna looking as happy as ever and Wanda listening to her intently. I was listening, too, but my gaze did end up wandering to Wanda as she sat there animatedly, nodding along and smiling to Anna.

For some reason, she was ethereal tonight, though she looked like she always did. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a loose tee shirt over some jeans. Nothing fancy, but she pulled it off so well. Rings adorned her fingers as she played with them thoughtlessly, and it caught my eye before I got distracted by her cast on her left wrist.

She'd said she was okay, but it still worried me. It wasn't my right to worry, but she was my friend. I was concerned. She could take care of herself, but that wouldn't put the ache in my heart at ease.

As if she could hear my concerns, her eyes flickered to mine, a kaleidoscope of blue, green and gold. She sent me a reassuring glance before looking back to Anna with focus. I chewed on my lower lip, trying not to let my worry get the best of me, before looking back to Anna.

Towards the end of the meal, after we'd eaten and were merely conversing, Anna's landline rang in the apartment.

"I'll get it," Wanda said, already standing up to grab the phone from its cradle.

Anna and I watched as she answered the phone with a friendly 'hello', before a surprised expression appeared on her face.

"Sure, I'll pass it on now," Wanda was saying before approaching the table and stopping by Anna. Her expression softened as she said to Anna, "It's Sasha."

Anna's expression fell at the mention of her granddaughter. She nodded slightly, before standing up and grabbing her cane to balance. Accepting the phone, she began to walk away into her bedroom. Wanda and I heard her say a faint 'hello' before she closed the door behind her.

"Her granddaughter rang?" I asked with mild disbelief.

"It is her birthday," Wanda pointed out, returning to her seat.

"Bit late into the day though, isn't it?" I retorted, pulling a face. "Almost like the day is over, in fact."

"Sounding a little judgemental there, Y/N," Wanda teased, leaning forward into the palm of her hands and watching me.

"I'm not," I said with an eye roll. "I just think she should show her grandmother some respect. Who does she think she is?"

I paused as Wanda gave me a knowing look, then winced.

"Okay, I heard it that time," I admitted, making her laugh.

"I get it," she said, nodding slightly. "Maybe she's finally starting to realise though."

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "I guess... For Anna's sake, I hope so."

Wanda and I talked amongst ourselves until Anna returned silently, hushing our conversation. She returned the phone to its cradle before taking a seat at the head of the table. Wanda and I exchanged looks before I decided to speak, noticing Anna wouldn't.

"Is Sasha doing okay?" I asked gently.

Anna was staring ahead, barely listening, before she glanced at me then looked down to her empty bowl. Sentences left her lips in Russian, mumbled and incoherent, at least to me. Wanda leaned forward, holding her hand and frowning with sympathy as she listened to her words. I felt horrible, sensing something was wrong, but unable to do anything to help.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, shaking my head.

Wanda met my gaze. "It's not your fault... Anna just misses Sasha."

I frowned. "Oh."

"But I'm glad I have you both," Anna finally spoke, accent thick with emotion, as she looked between us before settling her eyes to me. "Even if you're paid to be here."

She cracked a smile, making my shoulders relax. I returned her expression, glad she still had a sense of humour.

Anna didn't mention Sasha's name for the rest of the evening. We cleaned up, had some tea, played a quick board game before I made sure she was okay for the night.

"She alright?" Wanda asked when I closed Anna's bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

"Yeah, she's tired from all of today's excitement," I said with a smile.

"So are you by the sounds of it," she joked, but stepped forward to rest a hand on my arm. "I think we should call it a night."

"I think we should," I said in agreement.

After grabbing my stuff, Wanda and I left the flat before walking to her apartment and stopping outside.

"Thanks for helping me out today," I told her with a tired smile. "I really appreciated it."

"Well, you asked so nicely... how could I resist?" she said, staring up at me through her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes playfully, making her smile. "I had fun. Thanks for inviting me."

I was going to respond, but a yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to cover my mouth as I did.

"Sorry," I said, trying to blink the fatigue away momentarily.

She chuckled, tilting her head and watching me carefully. "You're cute."

I breathed out through my nose, unsure what to say to her words, but I definitely felt my heart rate speed up a little.

"I'll let you go," she said, clearly entertained by my silence. "Get home safe, yeah?"

"And you look after yourself when saving the world, yeah?" I replied with a quirked brow, eyes glancing at her wrist.

"I promise." She grinned before moving forward to hug me.

I returned the hug, the smell of her perfume permanent in my nose by now, before pulling away with a final smile. Of course, I probably shouldn't have stared at her lips so intensely, wanting nothing more than to kiss them.

"See you tomorrow," I said, snapping back into reality and taking a step back. "Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight," she said sweetly.

I turned to leave and was suddenly wide awake. Did I just think about kissing Wanda?

—

It was a few visits later when I was caring for Anna and she decided to have a dance around the living room. One minute we were flicking through different radio stations, and the next she was putting on some old records on her record player. She settled on an upbeat, 50s dance song, the music filling the apartment with joy.

"Egor and I danced to this very song when we first met," she told me, talking about her late husband with a twinkling passion in her eyes. "It was a party and he had been staring at me all night, and I him. Then finally, when this song came on, he approached me and said, 'dorogaya, okazyvayesh' mne chest' tantsevat' so mnoy?'"

I suppressed a smile as I watched her reminisce. "And that means...?"

"'Darling, would you do me the honour of dancing with me'?" she repeated in English for my benefit.

My heart melted. "Anna, that's adorable. He sounds like such a gentlemen."

"He was," she said with a sigh of agreement, smiling to herself.

Whenever she talked about her husband, I'd never seen her look more content. The mere mention of his name was enough to put a smile on her face. I could only hope to have a love like theirs some day.

I stepped forward, putting out my hand. "I'm no Egor, but I'd love to dance with you if you'd let me."

"Oh, I can't do that," she said, waving my hand away. "I can barely walk, milaya (sweetie)."

"Hey, as your carer, I am insisting that you dance with me," I said, feigning sternness.

She hesitated, before resting her hand in mine and smiling with gratitude. The two of us danced together, myself being careful to keep her upright and make sure she didn't overexert herself. She was smiling and laughing as I spun her around, dancing her all around the living room, and it warmed my heart to see her so cheery.

A knock on the door caused me to excuse myself from Anna, only to find Wanda on the other end.

"Someone's in a good mood," she said instantly, taking note of my smile.

I stepped to the side to let her in. "Yeah, well, Anna is doing good today. It's contagious, what can I say?"

Before Wanda could respond, Anna called from the living-area with excitement.

"Wanda, idi syuda i potantsuy so mnoy!" she exclaimed, already grabbing Wanda's hand and pulling her in.

It didn't take a genius to know that Anna had basically asked Wanda to dance with her. I chuckled as I followed after them, enjoying the sight of Anna and Wanda dancing together.

"What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, glancing over the short woman and to me with a helpless smile.

"No occasion," I quipped, crossing my arms and trying to hold in my laughter at Anna's speed and perseverance with a reluctant Wanda. "Just having a good time."

Wanda looked like she wanted to retort with a comment, but Anna spun her around before she could, making me laugh aloud.

"Prikhodi odin, milaya (come on, sweetie)!" Anna said, holding out a hand. "Dance!"

Unable to resist, I joined in with the two Sokovian women, appreciating how happy Anna looked and how awkward Wanda felt in the situation. She wasn't much of a dancer, but she was trying and God was that adorable.

We danced for a little while longer until Anna's back began to hurt and she took a seat. Though, she insisted that Wanda and I resume with our dancing.

Just on time, like a sign from the universe or a higher being or whatever you wanted to believe in, a slow song came on next, filling the apartment soothingly.

To my surprise, the awkward dancer that was Wanda was oddly confident as she held out her hand to me.

"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?" she asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

At the familiarity of her words, I glanced to Anna, who seemed to pick up on it, too. She said nothing as she watched us with a smile of her own.

"I'd love to," I said, looking back to Wanda's eyes.

They looked blue in the light, a beautiful sky blue that put me at ease as soon as I stared into them. I slipped my hand into hers, letting her pull us closer together as she rested her other hand on my waist, the touch sending shivers up my spine. I put mine on her shoulder, allowing her to take the lead.

It was the most intimate we'd been, and as she maintained eye contact, I wondered if she could feel my hands trembling slightly, or my heart hammering loudly, or my palms turning a little sweaty. She made me nervous in the best way possible, her smile dazzling without realising and her eyes piercing without meaning to be.

She must have felt it, too, that tug in the pit of her stomach that I was feeling now. Otherwise there was something seriously wrong and I was already too deep into a crush on my patient's neighbour.

When the song ended, it feeling like mere seconds in total, she let go of me and I missed the contact and the smell of her perfume and the way she was looking at me.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," Anna spoke, forcing me to tear my gaze from Wanda's lips. She smiled at me knowingly. "You ladies definitely know how to dance."

I felt a heat creeping up my neck as I smiled to myself, distracting myself with the laces on my shoes. When I finally brought myself to look up, I saw Wanda already looking my way, a calm expression on her face.

As she did most times she visited, Wanda stayed with me and Anna until I tucked Anna into bed and bid her a goodnight. We left the apartment and Wanda decided to walk me to the lift that evening, a distracted look on her face.

It was silent between us, a comfortable one, until the doors slid open and I looked to her with kind eyes.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I told her, making her look to me. "Have a nice evening, Wanda."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I watched with amusement, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. The lift doors began to shut, so I put my foot between them to keep them open.

"I should go," I said with an awkward laugh, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently since she wouldn't speak. "Goodnight."

When I turned to leave, I got, maybe, a step into the lift before I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist and tug me backwards, spinning me around. I didn't get chance to ask what was up as she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine in an instant.

Startled, I froze at the contact, but then her hand rested on the back of my neck as her thumb caressed my jaw, and I found myself melting into her, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling.

Her other hand fell to my waist as she deepened the kiss, sending me into the lift and the wall hitting my back. I moved my lips in time with hers, revelling at how soft and delicate and gentle she was being. Kissing Wanda Maximoff wasn't something I had realised would be this good, but now that I was, I never wanted to stop.

Unfortunately, the sound of the lift doors shutting pulled us apart. I was breathless, my heart racing and my lips swollen from her spectacular kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time," she revealed, stepping back a little. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed as she watched me with mild concern. "I completely should have asked though. I'm sorry that I overstepped."

She pursed her lips, forefinger and thumb pinching her bottom lip regretfully and gaze falling to the floor.

"You didn't overstep," I said, already missing the sensation of her lips against mine. "You stepped just the right amount."

She looked back up, eyes softening as her lips curved into a radiant smile.

"You wanna, maybe, do that again?" I asked without thinking, my mind a haze as Wanda still remained so close to me.

She laughed melodiously before raising her hand and cupping my cheek. Her eyes looked between mine before falling to my lips affectionately.

"I'd love to, dorogoy (darling)."

I smiled toothlessly before closing the gap between us, secretly wishing this lift ride would go on forever if it meant I could kiss Wanda like this.

—

After making out with Wanda in the lift, she asked me out on a date and it was the best date I'd ever been on. Nothing over the top but very thoughtful as she took me for a picnic in the park before getting ice cream for dessert.

We went on a few more dates after that, taking turns to take the lead with them, and she ended up asking me to be her girlfriend which of course I said yes to.

All whilst this was going on, I still cared for Anna and Wanda paid her visits when she could, though we tried to remain as normal as possible. We didn't think it was best to tell Anna that we were together since we didn't want to startle her or make her feel uncomfortable in our presence. Of course, keeping a secret from Anna is as good as nothing when she had eyes like a hawk.

Wanda and I were putting a plate of tea and biscuits together for Anna one day, myself lining up the biscuits neatly as Wanda lingered beside me. She was about to grab a biscuit from the plate when I smacked her hand away.

"Just one," she pleaded, but I shook my head before nodding to the packet on the side.

"Help yourself to those," I told her condescendingly. "These are for Anna."

"Just get her another," she said simply, before reaching over again.

I smacked her hand away again, giving her a knowing look.

"Y/N!"

"Wanda!" I mirrored her childish smile.

She narrowed her eyes petulantly. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"

"Are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She pouted and I so badly wanted to lean forward and kiss it away, but Anna was sat on her recliner behind us. Wanda seemed to know this as a mischievous smile fell on her lips, eyes watching me carefully.

"You're not cute," I mumbled, before grabbing the tray and turning to leave. As I was walking to Anna, a biscuit began to float off the plate, red wisps of energy wrapped around it and bringing it to– "Wanda!"

She laughed, eyes glowing red with magic, before grabbing the biscuit from mid-air and taking a bite.

"Such a child," I said under my breath before setting the tray on the coffee table before Anna. Smiling at her, I said, "Here you go, Anna. Do you want anything else?"

As I straightened up, flipping Wanda off behind my back and encouraging her laughter further, I noticed the way Anna looked between us both curiously.

"Everything okay?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together as she continued to study us both.

"Something happened," she decided. "Between you both."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Nothing happened."

"Something definitely did," she said knowingly. "I may be old, milaya (sweetie), but I have very good eyes."

"Anna, what are you talking about?" Wanda played dumb, taking a seat beside me, biscuit in hand.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you two steal glances when you think I'm not looking," she said, pointing between us. "Or the way you," her finger settled on Wanda, "have been helping Y/N out more often than usual."

Wanda and I flushed, embarrassed that we'd been caught out. I was so certain that we'd successfully hid it from her, but clearly we were mistaken.

"We wanted to tell you," Wanda began, cheeks still pink as she leaned forward.

Anna silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Save it. I knew I was right. You two are together."

Pursing my lips, I waited for her to say something because I wasn't really sure what to say myself. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm very happy for you both," she said to us. "Wanda here always needed somebody in her life who wasn't me. And you, Y/N, are the perfect match for her."

I chuckled, looking to the girl in question, whose face was as red as her powers that she used to torment me with. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently, and nudged her in the shoulder.

"You hear that? Perfect match," I teased, making her roll her eyes to distract from her flustered self.

Anna said something to her in Russian, way too fast and incomprehensible for me to understand, even with the extra effort I was making to learn it. Whatever it was, it made Wanda get even more embarrassed, her green eyes darting around the room in an effort to overcome it.

"What did you say?" I asked Anna with amusement.

"Oh, nothing Wanda hasn't heard before," she said dismissively. "It's all okay. Isn't it, Wanda?"

"Yeah," Wanda mumbled.

"I don't know what's happening here, but I'm all for someone putting Wanda in her place," I said, looking between them both with an entertained smile.

Anna chuckled as Wanda shoved me in the arm gently before pulling me close again. I smiled at how cute she looked, pink blush creeping up her neck and teeth chewing on her lower lip to contain her smile.

I'd never get sick of the sight.

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wowitsel · 3 years

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a little bit of me on you

tattoo shop! calum hood x gn! reader

summary: tattoo artist calum hood lets the reader give him a tattoo

word count: 1.3k

Leaning back in your chair, you admired your boyfriend as he sat at his desk sketching a tattoo idea. A late night at the tattoo shop had led you to go hang out with your boyfriend, Calum, at his work. It was often routine for you to hang around the shop while Calum finished up. It gave you time to hang out, even with both of your hectic schedules. It was always nice to hang out there after hours, it was oddly calm.

Sneaking up behind Calum, you got a better look at what he was drawing. Peeking at his work, you enquired, “So… whatcha working on?”

Stopping his sketching to talk to you, he responds, “Ahh just a floral piece for a client. You like it so far?” As he sees you nod, he continues, “You really should let me tattoo you again.”

Calum had given you several tattoos. With the two of you dating, it felt silly for you to get one from anyone else. He always gave you them free of charge (despite the argument from you), and it didn’t hurt that he was an insanely talented tattoo artist.

It was no secret that Calum didn’t contemplate much with his tattoos. With the sheer amount of them, he really couldn’t have. Add in him being a tattoo artist, and you have a man who gets tattoos in a very rash manner.

With this knowledge, staring at the man in front of you, a lightbulb lit up in your brain as you came up with an idea. You walk up behind the man, and hug him from behind, staring up at him. “Hey Cal, I have an idea…” Intrigued, Calum nodded to encourage you to keep speaking, “What if I give you a tattoo… I mean it could just be a small lil thing, and I know I’m not the best artist but I thought it could be fun.”

Calum surprised you, and he promptly responded, “I’m down” with a smile on his face.

“For real?”

“For real.”

Now, smiling like a maniac, you quickly ran your hand through Calum’s hair, while asking him; “So, what do you want for a tattoo? Try and go a little easy on me. You are the professional here.”

Calum sighed dramatically, “Well, you could do a smiley face or a heart, it’s really up to you, I’m down for anything, my love.”

“I have a scary amount of power in my hands don’t you think?”, you said in a disney villain-esque voice.

Calum gives you a look, while teasingly saying, “well, maybe not anything”

“Can’t take it back now, darling” you reply.

You then grabbed his hand to pull him away from his desk; “Now, c’mon let’s go!”

Pulling him toward his tattooing station, and gently shoved him down onto the chair.

“So you’re just gonna free-hand this?” you hear Calum say to you.

“Umm yes?” you answered unsure of how he would respond.

Calum just shrugged it off and nonchalantly replied, “Ok”.

Now, you had watched and received enough tattoos to generally know what you were doing, so you weren’t too nervous. That being said, you were going to be putting something on his body permanently, so it was a bit of a big deal. Walking over to the table with all the equipment, you stood there standing in front of it, just wondering where to even start.

Calum seemed to have read your mind at the moment. Getting up from the chair, and asking you, “You want me to set it all up for you?”

“Yes please,” you said, giving him a small smile and taking his place sitting on the chair.

Fidgeting with the loose thread hanging off the chair, you tell Calum, I think I’m gonna do a smiley face like you said. I don’t really trust myself enough to do much else”

Calum smiled at your little quip at your tattooing skills and replied, “Sounds good baby.”

Finishing up everything he needed to do to set up, Calum brought the tattoo gun, and everything else needed over to you and took a seat again once you stood up.

“So how much will you hate me if I mess up?” you said in a jokingly curious tone.

“You’re not giving me much confidence in your tattoo skills, my love” you hear him say as you situate yourself above his arm where he wanted the tattoo.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine” you sigh as you pat him on the arm. “You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be”

As you press the tattoo gun down onto Calum’s skin, he barely shows any signs of discomfort. “Is this really not hurting? Cause you seem to just be chillaxin’ or something, babe, I don't really get it. Every time I get a tattoo I wince and whine like a little baby. Am I a wimp for pain or something?”

Calum just replies to you by saying, “Baby, I've gotten a lot of tattoos, calm down, and pay more attention to the tattoo, it's gonna be on my body forever!”

You decided to listen to Calum’s advice and focus on the task at hand. Granted, it wasn’t a very big tattoo, so theoretically it shouldn’t have taken long, but you were being extra careful and slow, because of the whole “permanent” thing.

Getting into a grove, there was a nice silence and calm feeling in the air. Getting comfortable in the chair, and used to the feeling of the tattoo, Calum started to half-sing, half-hum some random tune he had thought of.

Smiling, and listening to him, you told him, “You sound good, you should become a singer or something”

“Ha! Imagine that; Calum Hood, rockstar. I could never.” Calum says to you, and you both chuckle at the thought. Calum leans his head over to check on the progress of the tattoo as you finish the last line in his tattoo.

“I’m done!” you say to him with a big smile on your face.

Calum gives you a look of admiration while telling you, “You did amazing, I’m so proud of you baby”

“I’m glad you think so. Now, I’m gonna go get the bandages and all that other shit so it doesn’t get infected or something,” you say getting up.

“Look at you being all professional, huh?” Calum says with a teasing smile.

“Yup!” you start to walk away when you realize that you have no idea where any of that stuff is; “So… ummm, the thing is…”

“You need me to get it for you?” Calum slyly says.

“Yes,” you squeak out meekly.

“I got you, baby,” Calum says while walking toward the supplies drawer.

After making his way back, Calum starts to put on the petroleum jelly on the fresh tattoo, and tries to put the bandage on himself, but struggles because of the position of the tattoo on his arm.

“Here, let me help you,” you said, grabbing the bandage out of his hand.

Wrapping it around his arm, you kiss the fully wrapped tattoo, and then kiss Calum on the lips. “Thank you for letting me do this Cal” you whisper against his lips.

“Thank you for not messing up,” he says, making you laugh.

“Now come on, let’s go cuddle on the couch”

After making your way to the waiting area of the tattoo shop, Calum plops down onto the couch, so he’s laying down on it, and pats the space next to him signaling for you to lay next to him, which you do.

As you lay down on the couch, Calum wraps his arm around you and kisses you on the forehead.

“This was fun,” you whisper to him.

“Yeah, it was.” you hear Calum whisper back as you see him start to yawn.

“You tired baby?” you say as you snuggle into him more.

“Yeah” Calum says weakly as you see him slowly fall asleep.

You smile at him as you begin to fall asleep yourself, so happy.

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nopelleen · 3 years

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Perish, Pretty Please (5/5)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rick Flag was known to be a pretty good leader, it was the reason why he had been chosen to lead a squad of infamously reckless and idiotic criminals, however it was a lot harder to maintain his authority when one member of the team despised his guts for seemingly no reason.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Rick Flag x Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.7k

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: it took me so long, but it’s finally there -- the last part! I started this fanfiction knowing I had a tendency not to finish them and I’m honestly so proud right now, I hope you’ll enjoy this last part as much as I enjoyed writing all of this! (also please let’s all have a moment of silence to remember the moment my hopeful, foolish ass actually posted the first part with “1/2″ in the title)

“Nope, there’s something we gotta take care of first."

You watched with blatant bafflement as the three men nonchalantly walked away from the blazing truck that had been transporting them merely minutes ago. There was almost a bit of disappointment in your heart as you watched the plan you and Cleo had so meticulously orchestrated on your way here vanish into thin air. It was a shame – your rescue plan involved a lot more wow factor. Had you known the outcome of this small drawback, you wouldn’t have put so much effort into it; but how could you have guessed the three of them would find a way out of a van guarded by multiples soldiers all the while handcuffed and therefore supposedly incapacitated? That was absurd.

“Don’t look so surprised, it’s insulting.”

You shot Flag a tight lipped, mocking smile as a response to his friendly jab, clearly recognizing the words you had used against him in the afternoon. Your sardonic grimace poorly mirrored the playful smirk the colonel adorned as he walked towards the van, and you were surprised to feel your heart swell a bit when you noticed his smile spread into a genuine one as he walked past you, slightly shaking his head in amusement.

Without even questioning how they had gotten themselves out of that prickly situation, you whirled around and followed suit as Rick climbed back into the van, telling Milton the small change of plan. That one enthusiastically nodded before happily informing the squad that you’d reach the city by dawn, making you realize you had spent a good chunk of the night at that bar and yet did not feel that tired yet – which might just have been from the adrenaline released into your system at the sight of your three teammates walking out of a blazing vehicle.

“You sleep, I watch Thinker,” Nanaue suggested as he heavily lumbered towards the back of the van, where the hostage was surprisingly staying very still, wise enough not to attempt anything while sharing the same space as King Shark.

Your steps faltered as you entered the van, your gaze hesitatingly flickering towards the seats in the back which appeared way too crowded for your liking. You usually would’ve simply gone back to your seat at the front, but Rick was now occupying the one near the window, probably as a way to stay close to the driver.

With a reluctant sigh, you were about to follow King Shark towards the back when Rick casted a pointed look towards you before patting the seat beside him in case you did not understand.

Relief washed over you and you didn’t even need to give it a second thought before flopping onto the space beside him, glad not to have to settle for a spot anywhere near Peacemaker. Your muscles were stiff as you quite literally bounced onto the cushion, and as soon as your back did as much as graze the backrest, the entire day of walk, hours of dancing and minutes of worrying about Flag’s well-being caught up with you with a dizzying speed.

If earlier that day you had been able to fight off sleep vigorously, you now found yourself melting into the cushion of your seat as soon as you flopped onto it. At first, you remained steadfast, refusing to yield to your basic human needs as you forced yourself to sit up straight, but then there was a strong gravitational pull making you sway a bit on your seat as your head started lolling forward, and then another pull – Rick’s hand, this time – gently steering you back into your seat. Incapable of fending off the drowsiness any longer, you surrendered and finally allowed yourself to loosen up, feeling your head snugly land upon Rick’s shoulder as you drifted off into a soundless sleep.

-----

“Outburst, hey!”

“She’s sleeping.”

From his seat at the very back of the van, Peacemaker frowned as he craned his neck in an attempt to peer at your figure still slumped over Rick’s shoulder. “Well, wake her up,” he groused, tinges of annoyance seeping from his usually polished tone. “She’s… spewing her emotions all over the place. It’s reeking of sadness in there.”

◦◦◦

“It’s reeking in there; crack a window open, will you?”

Your finger harshly jabbed the switch, your gaze remained firmly fixed on the buildings passing by in a blur as the window lowered just a bit in an abrupt, choppy motion. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of your mother shooting you a brief, curious look. You hadn’t uttered a word ever since you two had left the family reunion. You knew it hadn’t been a good idea to agree to come.

The car then lapsed into another uncomfortable silence. You were both acutely aware of the thick, sweltering acrimony flooding off of you and yet still refused to address it, instead letting you bask in it with your mouth clamped shut, letting it gnaw your insides until your lungs felt charred, incapable of drawing oxygen any longer.

Why had you agreed to this? You were an adult; you didn’t need to expose yourself to this anymore.

You bit the inside of your cheek and tried to breathe in deeply, only for your chest to constrict, becoming painfully hollow. Tears started brimming at the edges of your vision and you finally allowed your lips to part, letting a bated breath stumble out of them with urgency.

“I heard you earlier.”

◦◦◦

“I’m not waking her up,” Rick scowled in one curt sentence, already feeling a bit on edge and therefore not wanting to dwell on the matter.

Peacemaker’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper at Rick’s unwavering tone. He usually dealt easily with negotiation and compromises, he worked well under authority and was a suitable soldier because of it, but at the moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to be patient – maybe because of how thick with tension the atmosphere had become because of you.

“We can feel her,” he insisted again, spitting the words out in an irritated hiss.

◦◦◦

“Honey, I can feel you, tone it down,” your mother complained as she kept her eyes on the road. Either your words went completely over her head, or she refused to acknowledge them, knowing that with the amount of resentment she could feel rolling off of you in waves, there was no way a discussion could lead to a good outcome at the moment. She was already having a hard time not letting the irritation get to her in spite of the smoldering atmosphere.

“I heard you talking to aunt Matty,” you reiterated. “You said it was my fault.”

“What was?”

“Dad leaving.”

The uttered words dropped like thunder in the car, leaving the air charged with electricity.

“I didn’t say that,” she rebutted with a bit of an acerbic tone. The tension was starting to get to her, slowly but steadily eating away at her mind in spite of her resolve. She could feel the resentment seeping into her like a foreign body infiltrating her immune system, but paradoxically, the angrier she got, the less willing she was to fight it off. “Don’t twist my words, you know I hate when you do that.”

◦◦◦

“I didn’t say she wasn’t allowed to sleep,” Peacemaker clarified, starting to sound a bit agitated as the tensed atmosphere got more and more on his nerves. “I’m simply saying she shouldn’t until we are.”

“She’s not hurting anyone.”

◦◦◦

“You said I was hurting him.”

“I said he was often on the wrong end of your temper. Listen, it’s—”

“Back off!”

◦◦◦

“Back off,” Rick sternly admonished him as soon as Peacemaker made a step towards the front of the bus, protectively wrapping an arm around your sleeping form. “She needs to rest. She got shot acting as a distraction so your team could make a smooth entrance, remember?” he reminded the man scornfully.

Peacemaker’s face remained calm in spite of the irritation coloring his eyes. His gaze briefly flickered from you to Flag, hesitating.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

◦◦◦

“You know how you made him feel,” your mother uttered, efficiently putting an end to the exchange.

You remembered the times during which you were moody, when you came back home after having spent the entire day feeling everyone’s emotions around you, when your father did as much as try to talk to you about it, thus instantly setting you off. He was always the spark that ignited you. Whether he was inquiring about your day, or commenting on your behavior, or even just standing a bit too close to you… He’d end up angry, hurt, aggressive – whatever you were feeling at the moment, he’d always end up feeling it too.

Your mother was just wise enough to stay away.

But you also remembered the shouts in the kitchen, the jabs, the constant bickering between them. You remembered listening to it from the stairs and then being blamed for their bad tempers. You’d be blamed for the anger, the aggressiveness, the slaps that so often echoed through the house.

She was wise enough to stay away, and yet be close enough when she’d need an excuse.

“It wasn’t just me,” you whispered through gritted teeth.

“I never said it was.”

“It was you,” you spat out as you whipped your head towards her. “You made him miserable.”

Your eyes were completely focused on her face, her pursed lips and closed-off features, and never once did you notice the way her foot slowly started pressing further onto the accelerator.

◦◦◦

You woke up with a start and instantly casted a frantic gaze around you, expecting the usual blaring horns and shouts that followed this exchange. You were surprised to find yourself in a safe environment, all wrapped up in an unexpected warm, comforting atmosphere. Usually, the second you woke up, your instincts picked up on the foul aura of anguish you had unconsciously secreted into the air, and yet, here, you could feel nothing but utter peacefulness.

One of your eyebrows formed an elegant arch as you lowered your gaze to glimpse at the warm weight wrapped around you, only for your eyes to land on a familiar calloused hand hanging from your shoulder and almost grazing your cheek. You felt a faint smile tenderly pulling at the corners of your lips before even turning your head to confirm the identity of the owner of the arm wrapped around your shoulders, and when you turned your head to direct your gaze towards Flag’s sleeping face, you simply found yourself incapable to fight it off anymore.

Then, with a fond smile pulling at the corners of your lips, you snugly nestled you head back into his side and shut your eyes, this time knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t risk infuse the atmosphere with anything else than a blissful quietude.

◦◦◦

It was chaos. Utter chaos.

Your car was long abandoned a few feet away from you, fuming after having hit another vehicle in the middle of an intersection. The driver who had started fighting with you was now in a fully blown-out fist fight with another man who had merely tried to step in for you, and the more people got out of their cars to understand what was going on, the more people got trapped under your influence and started fighting, some going as far as purposefully ramming their vehicle into another’s.

Your voice was hoarse from shouting at the driver who had first attacked you and you were now trembling with anger as you watched an entire riot unfold before your very eyes, unconsciously fueling it with intense waves of rage that'd hit any innocent that'd happen to walk a bit to close to the scene.

Someone gripped your shoulder and you tried to jerk away from the touch, whirling your head towards the person with your teeth bared, ready to attack whoever was trying to get your attention.

“Honey, focus on me, alright? Focus on me.”

The voice was rough, the tone frenzied, and yet when the hands grasped your shoulders, it was with an unexpected gentleness. The fingers were quivering with restraint, barely managing not to dig into your skin in an attempt to snap you out of it.

This staggering tenderness startled you so much that it managed to take you out of your trance for a fleeting moment, allowing reason to take over as you fought back the instinctive urge to shove the hands away. With frantic, brimming eyes, you diverted your gaze towards your mother, desperate for a comforting point of focus to latch onto like a lifeline.

A sob threatened to crawl up your throat as soon as you met her eyes. There, in the midst of all the hardly concealed anger – a glint of affection, a vacillating spike of tenderness battling to emerge from under all that vibrating rage your mind was forcefully pushing into her. With a choked-up breath of relief, you instinctively stepped forward, latching onto that abiding twinkle of kindness in spite of all that surrounding violence like a lifeline.

Then, when there was an anticipated screeching of tires coming from your side, a glimpse of grey metal flashing out of the corner of your eye, and an oh-so-familiar harrowing feeling of dread seizing your insides, you kept your eyes unwaveringly locked into your mother’s, resolutely shutting out everything else around you. You bored your gaze into hers and let your mind soak in her warmth.

The car never came, the shouts quietened down, your surroundings slowed down until coming to a complete halt, time stalled and your dream mercifully stepped away from your memories to spare you.

You stood there for ages lost into your mother’s loving gaze, until – having strayed too far from reality – your subconscious lost all senses of what was and wasn’t at the time and let the scene morph into whatever your mind desired. Then, when the voice spoke up again, it wasn’t your mother standing before you anymore, but a person you now trusted more than you ever thought you would.

“Don’t be scared of me.”

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“We need to help these people.”

The words went completely over your head as you despairingly gaped at the glass in front of you, feeling cold to your bones.

You had gotten a bad feeling as soon as the elevator doors had cracked open.

There hadn’t even been time to make a step forward before you had gotten hit by the foul, repugnant thickness sullying the air with a strength that almost had you rearing your head back a bit. For a dizzying second, the vile and nauseating reek had left you standing there, blearily blinking as your senses had desperately struggled to accommodate to the repellent atmosphere. Yet, in spite of the tears brimming at the corners of your eyes just from the sheer despondency emanating from the place, you had been far from imagining the atrocity, the barbarism of the experiments that were taking place down here.

Despite your reluctance, you had been forced to follow the others as they had stalked out of the elevator, engaging into the dark and humid place with feeble, hesitant steps. As you had all crossed the small entrance leading to the laboratory, you had needed to fight your instincts that they had urgently pleaded you to simply whirl around and run back into the elevator.

Every breath you had taken weighed heavily on your tongue, the pungency sticking to the walls of your throat and poisoning your lungs. Every other second you had spent down there had simply felt like another year taken off your life, the wretched atmosphere slowly eating away at your brain like acid.

In spite of all of that, it had taken some time for the horror to truly dawn on you.

The despair had crept into your heart with every step you had made into the cellar, and then, when you had gotten to the center of it, you had felt for the very first time of your life an intense claustrophobia swarming your heart. Surrounded by a sea of decaying bodies all bound together by the same searing, devastating agony, the hostile basement had quickly gone from a gruesome laboratory to a deadly trap slowly closing in on you.

With nothing but wandering bodies all around you, you felt at the bottom of a pit of wretchedness, your head swelling with an intense, overwhelming pain. It was as though you were entrapped in the center of a microwave which was channeling thousands of screams directly towards your brain instead of radiations, however one of them was significantly stronger than the others and seemed to come from the wide glass wall right in front of you.

“Impossible, dear. They’re corpses below those stars.”

In spite of the searing agony flaring through your chest, your heartbeat seemed to slow down and settle onto a numbing, soporific pace as you unconsciously started stepping towards the wide glass, as though bewitched by the heart-wrenching wail you felt coming from whatever was hiding in that liquid.

With trembling, tentative fingers, you lifted your hand and slowly pressed your palm against the freezing glass, yearning to soothe the poor sufferer from their wrenching agony. The pain only seemed to intensify at the touch, the feeling of desolation gripping your insides as your ears started ringing, completely isolating you from the others. There was nothing else in that room but you and a desolated martyr screaming with thousand of voices right into your mind.

You watched with mournful, brimming eyes as the dark figure behind the glass started stirring until a single, colossal eye revealed itself in front of you, appearing emotionless to any common spectator and yet emitting an amount of woe that would’ve had you on your knees had you not gotten so used to sensing people’s emotions.

“Outburst?”

Rick’s voice rose up right behind you but still didn’t startle you, your eyes riveted onto the creature before you with rapt focus.

“It’s in pain,” you croaked out, the faint words scraping your dry throat like some sandpaper grating your vocal cords. “It’s in so much pain.” You shifted your fingers a bit, as if trying to press your hand closer to the glass, get closer to that strange creature, completely blind to the danger it represented. The tentacles, bumps and single eye did not matter – all you could see was the utter suffering it was in.

“Well,” the Thinker unabashedly butted in, “if I’m not mistaken regarding the purpose of your self-righteous egomaniacal mission – not for much longer.”

His words dawned on you with a dry clarity and had you shifting away from the glass in one brisk motion to whirl your head towards Rick. “We can’t kill it,” you asserted with an adamant, steadfast tone that did not match the slight waver in your voice.

“We have orders.”

Rick’s steadfast voice was way more convincing than yours, and what would’ve usually been a mere reminder of his status as colonel felt like a frustrating hindrance that only heightened the desperation swarming your heart and made you let go of the glass to tighten your fists as you turned around to fully face him.

“No, we can’t, we have to help it, it’s—”

“It’s dangerous,” Rick cut you off, his distrust-colored eyes briefly flickering towards the glass wall.

“It’s suffering!”

Your distressed screech echoed through the cellar, your plea painfully reverberating on the walls and splattering the frantic desperation dripping from your tone all around the basement.

For a fleeting moment, Flag remained speechless, as if hit with full force by the intensity of your despair. During that fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse of the hesitation flashing in his eyes, the way he seemed to ponder over the situation for even just a second, wondering what to do and which way to choose. Then, his gaze flickered to the side, briefly meeting Peacemaker’s, and you were able to pinpoint the exact moment he put his guards up again, welding back on his old mask of professionalism to tightly shut out any emotion you could try to induce in him.

There was a subtle shift in his expression, so subtle you might not even have noticed had you not been so desperately seeking any trace of support on his features. Instead of showing the understanding you were so badly hoping for, the traits of his face hardened, the glint in his eyes dimmed, and then you weren’t standing before Rick anymore, you were facing the colonel, towering over you with his back straight and his orders engraved in his mind.

You were acutely aware of the fact that the mission outweighed you; you had just hoped Rick would hold enough respect towards you to give your words the slightest bit of consideration. Apparently, this respect only allowed you one minute of his time before he completely shut you out.

With a sharp, regretful sigh, he took a step towards you and grabbed your arm with a gentle reluctance that contrasted with the harshness of his tone as he said that you needed to go with the other team.

You tried to protest but his strides were long and hasty, and before you even knew it, he was punching the first-floor button of the elevator as you stood inside of it, stunned.

Just as the doors started closing before you, you feebly parted your lips to utter one last plead; your pained, wavering voice coming out laced with betrayal. “You said I could trust you.”

When he had seemed ready to turn away as soon as the doors started closing between you, Rick’s attention seemed to be piqued by your words as he shifted his gaze back onto you, lingering in front of the elevator for just a second more.

The distress coloring your eyes melted into a sullen resignation as soon as your gaze bored into his, your chest constricting with dejection. There, under the thick coat of seriousness, in the midst of all the restrained belligerence this place inspired him, no glint of affection was to be found, no spike of tenderness desperately trying to emerge from the vibrating anger – nothing but cold, glaring callousness.

Not Rick.

Colonel.

-----

“Where’s Flag?”

Bloodsport turned his gaze towards you, and you instantly recognized the apologetic look in his eyes.

As he grimly shook his head, you finally experienced it firsthand – the agony of a thousand people.

-----

“Apparently Waller sent something to his hospital room. People are joking and saying she sent flowers, but if you want my opinion the old hag probably sent him a reminder that his contract doesn’t cover paid sick leaves.”

The voice, just like the steps accompanying it, echoed through the corridor and kept getting closer to your cell, undoubtedly coming from yet another guard who’d attempt to get a word or a reaction out of you – anything that’d stop them from having to book in an appointment with the jail therapist.

You had seen many of them pass by while you had spent days in a temporary cell during your recovery but hadn’t thought they’d keep on sending them after having transferred back in your old cell this morning.

The landscape change didn’t make any difference for you, as you simply kept on staring at the wall for hours on end with the most irksome gloomy look clouding your features.

You couldn’t think about anything else than Rick.

You didn’t think you had even truly processed it yet. It had happened too fast.

Within the span of a few days, the colonel had somehow gained your trust, slowly leading you to warm up to him by showing you an affection you hadn’t experienced in years. It felt like he had turned your world upside down, made everything brighter with the prospect of saving lives alongside a superior who truly valued you, and then you had made the mistake of letting him out of your sight, forced to walk away from that dreadful laboratory for just a few minutes, and he had died there, the one person on this earth who you could genuinely trust now buried under the rumbles in that bottomless pit of agony.

You had mulled over it what felt like a thousand times already and you just could not figure out how to simply go on with your life. Not when your one chance at a brighter future had been squandered so violently as soon as you had turned your back to it.

Somehow, it felt like your fault.

You had been careless, unfocused. You had forcefully dragged Rick’s attention away from the mission at hand only because you were too weak to handle the downsides of your ability, your eyes pathetically overflowing with tears of empathy as the rest of your team simply tried to achieve the mission. You had distracted Rick as that one had been forced to take you to the elevator like a child, had unconsciously helped Peacemaker steal a secret file and forced Cleo to try and stop him on her own before Flag could come to her aid.

The file had been retrieved, but only after Bloodsport had stopped Peacemaker from coldly eliminating Cleo. Only after Rick’s body had already been left laying soundly in the laboratory.

They had fought with all their might for that file, for those values you had accused Flag of lacking merely days ago, and you hadn’t even been there.

It had been crushing to find out that the trust you held towards him had been misplaced, but it was nothing in comparison to discovering he shouldn’t have trusted you either.

You forcefully swallowed back the lump in your throat when you heard the steps finally come to a halt right by your cell and had a hard time concealing the startled look on your face when a very familiar voice rose up.

“Well well well, from what I’ve heard little princess doesn’t want to eat anymore?”

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end at the falsely dulcet tone dripping with a syrupy looking but dangerously abrasive poison. You had to keep yourself from gritting your teeth as your gaze caught up on Griggs’ silhouette standing before your cell from the corner of your eye.

“You’re not even gonna make an effort for me?” he teased you as his lips spread into a sneering smile that made him look more moronic than sadistic due to the absolute lack of sagacity behind his eyes.

You kept your mouth tightly shut and your eyes riveted to the wall across from you, trying to muster the blankest expression you could not to let him affect you but feeling a peeved expression weighing down on your features nonetheless.

“Aww, guys it looks like we’re gonna have to use the feeding tubes,” Griggs ironically groaned, turning towards his colleagues with a facetious glint in his eyes. One of them instantly stepped up to open the door to your cell, not even needing to think twice about the threat just emitted. “You know how much I hate doing that,” he then kept on jeering, much to the amusement of the other guards.

You waited with anticipation as he stepped into the cell, feeling your entire body buzzing with an overpowering apprehension, not having a clue of what you could do but knowing for a fact that with all the adrenaline slowly being spread into your system, there was no way you’d let Griggs go back to his old mistreatment.

His filthy fingers barely grazed your skin, and, as though electrified, you jumped to your feet, putting some distance between you and him. You kept your eyes determinedly fixated in front of you but could see from the corner of your eye how stunned he was by your abrupt reaction. He had gotten to the unresponsive side of you that had emerged after only a few months here, the poor figure staying down on the ground and no longer batting an eyelash at his constant abuse. His face remained dazed for a fleeting moment before the ghost of a smirk reappeared on his features.

After all, he had broken you once, it’d be no bother to do it a second time.

“What, you go on one mission with Task Force X and then you don’t like me anymore?”

He reached out a hand again, much more aggressively this time, and you jolted away, instinctively bringing a hand up without even knowing if you were willing to take the risk of hitting him.

“Step away from her, Griggs.”

The stone cold words loudly rang through the cell and heavily fell between you both, instantly followed by a deafening silence as Griggs’ hand hovered in the air for a fleeting moment, just inches away from the skin of your arm.

Then, for a dizzying, fleeting moment, it felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the cell.

Chill shivers of relief racked your spine before your brain even had time to process the voice, and then, when the familiarity of it finally sank in, you felt as though some freezing water had been dumped over you, leaving you soaked and shivering in the middle of your cell – only this time Griggs wasn't the cause of it.

You whirled your head towards the entrance of your cell with a vertiginous speed and had to bite back a choked-up noise from stumbling out of your lips when your gaze landed upon the owner of the voice glowering at Griggs with a murderous look in his eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be back yet,” Griggs pointed out sheepishly, letting his arm limply drop to his side now that his focus had been completely taken off of you.

“I was feeling better,” Rick informed him with a tight-lipped smile which then briskly dropped from his features. “Now stand down,” he repeated himself, his voice steadfast and as neutral as he could muster it. “I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you. I’ve seen what you did to her, and I’d love to show you what it feels like to be on the wrong side of the blade.”

The threat made the cell go utterly silent and for just a second, the sweetest second ever, all traces of amusement vanished from Griggs’ suddenly pale face. He looked started, nervous, oh so pathetic, and then when he finally regained his composure enough to quickly muster up the most serious look he could to paint on his pallid features, he had already lost all respect from every occupant of the room.

“You’d risk your job for a bitch who told you to eat shit five minutes into your mission?”

There was an imperceptible twitch on Rick’s features at the reminder. He had to briskly fight off a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, but you could still discern the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes and had to swallow back a choked-up laugh – your heart swarming with a bunch of overwhelming emotions you couldn’t even identify at the moment.

His eyes briefly flickered to you. “Apparently,” he conceded with the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, before he cast his gaze back on Griggs and recovered a cold, severe expression. “And, trust me, given how liked you are around here, I don’t think I’d risk more than a paid leave even if I attempted to murder you.”

Yet another sullen silence fell over the cell like a heavy fog, and this time, Griggs made the wise decision of not shattering it, containing his anger within a single huff before stalking out of the cell with heavy steps that made him akin to a stomping child. His colleagues briefly glanced at Rick, not quite knowing what to do, before meeting his eyes and promptly deciding to follow Griggs’ decision.

“You’re alive,” you breathlessly uttered as soon as you were both left alone.

“A bit roughed up, but yes, alive,” he winced back, turning his gaze towards you.

You knew he couldn’t feel the blissful exultation swarming your heart now that your ability was smothered by the collar secured around your neck, but you hoped he could see it in your eyes and in the way you just couldn’t seem to blink those relieved tears away.

Rick took a few steps towards you and let out a bated breath, as if he was finally allowed to exhale, as if he hadn’t been able to feel comfortable until standing near you again – and you then knew for a fact that if he couldn’t see the exultation in your heart, he at least felt it as well.

Without another word, he then tentatively brought a hand up before letting it hover uncertainly in the air. He seemed hesitant as if he wasn’t sure how to act anymore now that his mask of professionalism was gone, and you couldn’t help but let out a short chuckle. This was enough for a single droplet to finally fall from your brimming eyes, and the way Rick’s gaze seemed to soften even more at the sight of it almost led you to shedding a few more.

With utter cautiousness, he brought his hand to your face to brush the stray tear away and then left it there, his warm palm cradling your cheek.

“Looks like I’ve won again,” he said in a breath, the words merely stumbling out of his lips as if he were afraid to break that frail, tender moment of vulnerability between the two of you. His thumb gently stroked your cheek again and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your gaze never once leaving his. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

You had once said that the only way for Rick to ever get close to you was for you to give out your last breath, and yet, ever since that very vow you had felt yourself ever-so-slowly opening up to him, as though there was something in the air and it was killing you softly.

Now that the sweet, sweet poison had filled up your lungs – all wrapped up in his arms and boring your gaze into his with a wide-eyed fascination – you chose to completely let go of that vow, braving the risk to perish and merely uttering back two candid, gentle words.

“Pretty please.”

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SEVENTEEN- REACTION: THEIR S/O GETS INJURED (PT. 1)

written for the lovely @honeyylin

again, thank u for being my first request, I will love u eternally (:

I might do the other version still, idk yet!!! but I hope this is satisfactory!!!

(also shout out to my phone for autocorrecting “finally” to “fistula” I hate it here lol)

tw: food, injury

SEUNGCHEOL

• Homeboy would do his damn best to stay focused on whatever task at hand!!!

• he knows you’re a responsible person and you reassured him on the phone that you’re completely fine, but he’s still got the jitters

• but after he zones out for the third time in a row, Jihoon kicks him out of the studio and tells him to go home

• “you’ll do better there, hyung.”

• “But… the songs-“

• “you’re not exactly contributing right now. go home.”

• and so he does, fidgeting the whole way back

• his anxiety is truly at a peak as he reaches the apartment door, practically chewing through his lip as he fumbles with the keys

• he calls your name the second the door swings open

• “y/n?”

• your head pops up from the couch, tired but grinning wildly. “Cheol!”

• the next thing you know he’s wrapping you in a hug, tension finally leaving him

• “I thought you were at the studio.” You frown when he finally moves away.

• “Jihoon made me leave.” He pouts, sitting down on the floor, eyes even with your leg, which is propped up on a chair. “I was too… out of it?”

• “Aw. I’m really okay, Cheol.” You assure again, reaching down to grab his hand, giving it a squeeze.

• “I know, I know. Just… worried.”

• It’s very clear he’s trying not to make a fuss and ask a million questions about the state of your existence, so you pat the couch next to you.

• “C’mon, we’ve got the day off now. Do you wanna finish the show?”

• His face reluctantly breaks into a grin, hopping up to join you on the couch

• and both of you forget about the pains for a little while as you lose yourself in the screen

• it’s peaceful and warm, and finally, you both get a chance to slow down

• maybe you should get injured more often (/j)

JEONGHAN

• he trusts that you’re completely fine, but he does not trust that you won’t somehow hurt yourself again

• he will babyproof the house for the next few days

• “nope, you’re not allowed to chop vegetables. give me the celery.”

• “hey! let me get that, idiot, you’re hurt.”

• “I don’t care. If you want the cat then text me and I’ll get her for you.”

• just generally being a nuisance, you know how it is

• but still, in his babyproofing he does make sure you take your pain meds on time, setting a little alarm on his phone so he can wake you up with a glass of water and your pills

• he also doordashes you your favorite food without announcing like he just says “Steve is on his way with food” and you have to just ponder who Steve is until some guy knocks on your door

• “he paid me extra to say that you’re the love of his life, so…”

• “let’s not and say we did.”

• he always makes sure to order something sweet too (:

• but yeah he’s doing work around the house and forcing you to stay in bed

• tbh it’s like having a very bossy butler lol

• but hey, at least he’s actually doing his own laundry for once!

JOSHUA

• oh my god he drops everything when he gets your text

• it’s literally just “hey josh can I get some help? I hurt myself moving some furniture” and this man goes feral

• you know how someone is so anxious that their brain shuts off and they’re scarily calm??? Joshua.

• he’s at your house in like, five minutes

• and tbh you just wanted him to finish moving the bookshelf so you didn’t have to

• but now he’s gently scolding you while wiping dirt and blood from your leg

• it’s not even that big of a cut but he’s treating it like open heart surgery

• like his hands are so gentle…

• of course he moves the bookshelf after a little more scolding before like,,, making soup like this man would definitely make soup

• like it’s just an annoying cut that’s gonna leave a bruise and this man is making some chicken noodle in the next room over like you’re dying of pneumonia

• it’s some good ass soup tho (:

JUN

• he would not know what to do tbh but he would be excellent company while you waited to heal

• he’d definitely be very panicky but would hide it as best he could!! cuz you’re the top priority!!!

• he’d lurk and when you get up he’d be like “do you need anything? aspirin? food?” and you’re just like “Jun I’m good I just need to go to the bathroom”

• he definitely knows exactly what you like, and does his best to do things like keep your favorite show on, or make you tea.

• (even when you assure him that you’re fine)

• his help is very random and antsy but still excellent lol

• and the fact that he’s constantly here to help really proves how much he cares about you and your health (:

HOSHI

• oh god, this man

• he’d be all over the place

• overreacting and then scolding and then just zoning out and then he falls asleep smh.

• this man would get out a chainsaw and ask which door you stubbed your toe on so he can destroy it lol

• but alas, no chainsaw is around (thank goodness)

• and so Soonyoung just gets to blame everything else while you’re replacing bandages or whatever

• like, he’s going on about how “just because they have safety stickers on ladders doesn’t mean they’re safe!!” and you’ll hold out your hand for gauze and he’d instinctively just grab it and put it in your hand even though he’s on a bit of a rampage

• he also most definitely is the kind to get a stuffed animal for when you’re hurt lol like every time you get sick or injured badly he gets you a bear that says “get well soon” on its stomach or on the heart it holds in its hands and eventually you just have a pile of creatures encouraging you to be healthy

WONWOO

• this man is just. excellent

• he’s caring without being demeaning, and is just so so so helpful

• he comes home and sees your arm bandaged up and just asks what happened

• and you tell him the story and he tries to hide his smile when he hears about your dumb mistake

• but still he’s patient and willing to help!!

• it’s like he could read your mind on what you needed and would just materialize behind you with a drink or an aspirin or something

• and he’d stay in the room with you whenever he could, reading or texting silently

• it was nice having such a caring presence next to you, even if he didn’t chat much

• I mean, the quiet helped you nap more easily too

• and somehow whenever you woke up, he was still there, keeping an eye on you

• if he had to leave for whatever reason he’d gently wake you up to let you know he was headed out and to call him if you need anything

• he makes the healing process peaceful (:

WOOZI

• when he hears the news he’s just. suddenly very very quiet

• like this man is out of it.

• he brushes off the others when they ask what happened, and makes it through the day fairly uneventfully

• when he gets home you almost don’t hear him, only noticing when he shuts the door

• “Jihoon?”

• He beelines straight to you before wrapping you in a huge hug. big tight hug.

• definitely swaying back and forth a little <3

• but you’re just like “woah ok bud what’s up with you”

• and one look at his face says everything

• it’s just been so much: the stress of a comeback, dealing with the managers and the other boys, and then his s/o gets hurt on top of that?

• maybe he needs a break too

• and so you both take one

• I hope you like sleeping lol

• basically you guys take the next few days to recover, just ordering food up and watching shows in silence before falling asleep together on the couch or even the floor once (hey the rug is soft!!!)

• and one day you wake up to find your injury no longer aching

• and the bed is empty next to you

• so you get up and peer down the hallway

• and Jihoon is in the kitchen, playing soft classical music while cutting vegetables

• he notices as you approach, silently offering you a carrot stick

• “I see you’re feeling better too?”

• he nods.

• you both spend the rest of the morning waking up again, cleaning the house and making food, Jihoon’s energy and personality slowly coming back too

• maybe your break wasn’t as much of him taking care of you, but you taking care of each other

• almost as if you’re tied together somehow, your ups and downs mutual

• either way, after that you’re both a lot more aware of the balance and way of recovery you two have

• and you can predict things in advance for next time!

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