#i was working on this while sitting on a boring training for work and accidentally rendered it more than i usually do lmaoooo

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can you draw dennis jerking off by himself? thank u i luv u

sorry i just...you know he would.

whole version

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I needed to hear you say it | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Unrequited love on both sides, James' side in part two– You're in love with James who, despite knowing about your feelings, ignores it as he doesn't want to lose you by rejecting you. After a rejection, you get over him and leave him strangely enough, conflicted.

Notes: I was not going to post anything until I got back from holidays, but it’s really short, so here it is anyway! Not proofread and typed on a phone ;)

Masterlist Part two

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“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at his words, assuring him that it wasn’t his fault. After all, you don’t choose who you fall in love with. It just happens. Just like how you don’t choose who you don’t fall in love with.

The words "I don't love you" rang through your head.

“It’s alright,” you tried to offer him a smile, but your eyes avoided his, your face tilted downwards. Despite your heart hurting, you felt slightly lighter, as if a massive weight had been taken off the back of your mind. “I think I knew. Despite your mixed signals which I must admit, gave me a little hope, I knew. So did you.”

James was slouched on the couch in front of the fireplace, taking up the entire space, leaving Peter and Remus to sit on the floor in front of him, both busy studying like dutiful students should. He looked up at you, vision up side down as a result of his head that had lolled off the edge of the couch, a conflicted expression adorned his face while he studied yours.

You watched his glasses that sat uneven on the bridge of his nose, eyes that seemed to bore right through you, though you sure hoped they couldn’t. How humiliating it would be, you thought to yourself, since more often than not, you imagined what it would be like to be loved by him, accidentally zoning out with your eyes trained on James. You shook the thoughts away in a flustered manner as if to hide them away.

Noticing that James was still peering up at you, you stretched out your leg towards him and nudged your foot against his head in a teasing manner, trying to get him to break his gaze. It worked, and James pushed it away with a face of mock disgust.

“Ew! Get your smelly feet away from my face.” He complained.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “No. I don’t think I will,” you taunted and wiggled your foot in front of him a little more. With lightning quick reflexes, James managed to grad your ankle and started to tickle your foot.

You squirmed away with a high pitched shriek, almost kicking James in the face. “James! Bloody hell?” You loudly exclaimed and retracted your leg. James only grinned in response, blowing you a kiss and a wink. It had your heart skip a beat.

“So what were you thinking about,” you decided to ask him, his frown not having gone unnoticed by you.

‘About how I know that you’re in love with me,’ he thought. He had been thinking about that a lot recently, but unfortunately not because he returned your feelings.

James was trying to pass his behaviour off as normal recently, despite having found out about it. He prayed that you would never confess your feelings directly to his face, because he knew that he’d have to reject you, inevitably losing you in the process. Something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

He needed you.

But he wanted Lily. She was it for him after all, no matter how close you and James were.

“Lots of things on my mind,” James cleared his throat. “Like do you guys think that McGonagall has ever... involved herself with another cat?” He asked the first thing that popped up in his mind and was successful in diverting the conversation. The immediate response was four groans and a chorus of “That’s bloody disgusting, Prongs, what the hell mate?”

James shoulders relaxed when he saw you laugh along. He didn’t want things to change.

James didn’t know what to say to you. He hadn’t wanted to lose you, so he avoided the confrontation, unintentionally stringing you along on the way, breaking your heart when the news that Lily decided to give James a chance had reached you before he could tell you himself.

But now he knew somewhere in his gut that this was the going to be the end of you two. At least for now, he realised.

“Thank you,” you managed and his head snapped up to yours, searching for your eyes but yours were firmly focused on the brick wall behind him.

You took a deep breath. “I needed to hear you say it,” you exhaled, your eyes glistering in the reflected light when you looked up again.

You reached your hand into the pocket of your sweater, grasping at the ring that James had given you. You had pocketed it after you found out that the only reason you received that wonderful gift, was because Lily had told James that she didn’t like wearing jewellery.

You held your hand out to him. James, somewhat confused, still held his hand out and you let the ring drop in the palm of his hand. “I’m not going to get strung along by you anymore,” you told him. Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, but was firm.

James heart clenched, the pit in his stomach enlarging. ‘This is it,’ he thought.

“No more hurting. No more feelings,” you said out loud, as if you were vowing them to him. “Let’s meet up after the summer vacation, yeah?” James’ eyes searched your face, hope at your words, lighting them up.

“I swear on the marauders, everything will be back to normal next year, and we’ll be okay.” Your words were confident, putting him at ease, knowing you’d keep your promise. You beamed up at him one last time before you stepped back, disappearing through the brick wall of Platform 9¾.

September 1st.

James dearly missed you. You hadn’t visited over the holidays as usual. Nor had you answered the letters that James couldn’t help but send you to keep you up to date on what you were missing out on. James was already on the platform, waiting in front of the Hogwarts express. He was early, but he knew that you were always one of the first to arrive of all the students, ready to secure a compartment for the marauders.

James had spent a few weeks with Lily during the holidays, and the both of them had realised that maybe they weren’t it for each other.

Whereas James slept in and enjoyed late night talks, Lily would wake up as an early bird. He wanted to go out and stroll through the streets, get lost in London or hang out at a bar and Lily would rather go to the park and calmly read a book that she’d treated to herself. James liked trying out new places to eat at, maybe laughing at how disgusting something was, while Lily thoroughly enjoyed making meals herself to match her tastes.

She didn’t feel too comfortable with James’ public affection or physical touch, so he would often find himself walking next to her, arms awkwardly hanging by his sides. He realised that even when walking around with his friends, he’d have his arm thrown across their shoulders.

James was also a little bit of a complainer. He would dramatically gasp for air and wave his hands at himself during the heat wave that hit London while whining about the temperature. He sourly eyed the ridiculously long queue of the movie theatre of a movie that he wasn’t particularly interested in due to different tastes and couldn’t help but complain about it. He cursed out loud when they missed the bus and grumbled about the 30-minute wait until the next.

Lily would roll her eyes at him, albeit amusedly. She would hush him and shake her head at his childishness, sometimes with a slightly embarrassed chuckle which was the final issue; she was often embarrassed at his loud rambunctiousness.

Finally coming to terms with reality, Lily and James amicably split up. He still thought she was a great person, but maybe not for him per se.

He was lost in thoughts until two hands obscured his sight, effectively pulling him back to the present. They were warm to the touch and smelled like you. James’ stomach swirled for just a split second, but he didn’t have time to process the feeling in his gut when you spoke up in a low voice, trying to pass off as someone else, as if James would be fooled by that.

“Guess who?”

A grin broke out on his face and he grabbed one of your wrists, spun around and then made your twirl around as well. “My favourite person?” He cheekily teased. He was taken aback when you threw yourself at him, that same fluttering feeling reappearing, despite the fact that you often hugged others like that, and the action being no different than your usual way of greeting him.

When you felt James’ body stiffen, you quickly released him, kind but apologetic smile on your face. You were looking good, James realised. Not in the sense that you suddenly looked incredibly stunning after the summer holiday or anything, although James had always thought you were quite pretty, but you looked relaxed. A delighted expression on your face. Positivity seemed to pour out of you and your smile was just captivating.

“Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?” You asked, concern lacing your voice. Before he could answer you, you continued. “I’m so sorry if I did, but I promise you, I have absolutely no feelings for you anymore, Prongs. Everything’s back to normal,” you sincerely assured him.

James smiled back at you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you flush to his side while he guided you towards the train. “Everything's back to normal,” he cheerily affirmed, forcing himself to ignore the way his heart had dropped, and the forming pit in his stomach at your words.

“How was your summer,” he asked, before his mind could wander off and imagine what it would be like to be loved by you, instead.

part two

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bar - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 645 - NSFW (detailed descriptions of sexual dancing but not actual sex) - sorry for flooding your inbox today, @jegulus-microfic, I really like this prompt!

"Make Regulus blush."

That had been James's dare from Dorcas.

But Regulus was a fortress. He didn't react to anything. James had been trying for months. He'd flirted, complimented, annoyed, and instigated.

The only reason he hadn't given up was because of Marlene. 'Cas says that Reg likes you back. You just have to break through his....er...walls.'

So he continued to try. But Regulus continued to reject him. He had a plan tonight, though.

Sirius had snuck off with Remus so he wasn't about to get reprimanded for resorting to desperate measures. Which he was going to do. Because these were definitely desperate times. Meaning, James was desperate for Regulus.

So he stood from his spot in their circle of friends and moved in front of Regulus. "Any rules?" he asked lightly, looking at Regulus.

"No," Dorcas answered, while Regulus wrinkled his nose and said, "No touching."

"Alright," James nodded, conjuring a chair and gesturing for Regulus to sit.

The other boy sat gingerly, looking up at him with a bored expression that said 'do your worst.'

Then, waving his wand, James made music begin.

Of course, he was not a trained professional. He'd never given a lap dance in his life, actually. But he had a feeling that didn't matter. Because as soon as the music began, a suggestive bass line filling the room, Regulus looked nervous.

"Sure this is okay?" James asked and he stepped closer.

"No touching," Regulus repeated, quieter, now.

"Sure."

Instead, James slowly circled the chair, before coming around to the front again. Grinning slightly, he straddled Regulus, never allowing their legs to touch, gripping the bar of the back of the chair behind Regulus's head for balance, before slowly guiding himself down and in.

It was difficult. James thanked Merlin for his Quidditch training, as his thighs burned from the position. But, leaning closer and allowing his face and chest to move just centimeters way from Regulus, thrusting his hips with the music, he realized it was worth it. Because it was working.

The air was becoming hot and Regulus's breath was hitching. James felt the tension rolling off of both of them in waves.

Wolf whistles sounded from around them as Regulus began to squirm, accidentally causing their legs to brush.

"I can stop, love," James murmured into his ear, knowing he couldn't do much else without actually touching Regulus.

But Regulus met his eyes and tilted his chin up slightly before spreading his own knees just a little, making their legs touch again. "Go on," he muttered. "I won't blush even if you touch me."

Grinning at the challenge, James sat fully in his lap, now, earning screams from the circle, but focusing on Regulus's face. He looked like he was concentrating, his lip between his teeth and his eyes staring across the room. "Distracted?" James asked quietly, slowly allowing his weight to pull their bodies together deliciously.

"No," Regulus grunted, still staring off.

James ran his hands up Regulus's chest and thrust just slightly, earning a shiver from the other boy. "And now, love?"

"No."

Someone in the circle whistled again and everyone was chattering and giggling.

He bit at the earlobe in front of him before mouthing down Regulus's neck. The smallest moan was detectible only through vibration, and James smiled into the pale skin in front of him. "Blushing now?"

"N-no."

But James knew he was lying. Because it was clear from the hardness poking into his inner thigh that Regulus was very distracted. So he whispered again, "Your cock seems to disagree."

Regulus let out a louder groan this time, throwing his head back a bit, and James looked triumphantly at his skin, a beautiful blush forming there. "We'll pick this up later, love," he murmured into Regulus's ear, kissing his neck lightly before standing up and facing Dorcas.

"I win."

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Soft To The Core

König x M!Reader

Last Edited: 03/01/23

TW: death mentioned

AO3 LINK -> HERE

anon: 4 with König and he/him male reader. That is all <- frothing at the mouth but being SO COOL about it (4. accidental touching!!!!)

Word Count: 767

Notes: hey again bestie… i see u. i have our dms about the man n u frothing btw. Also. ik absolutely nothing about guns n stuff so uh. oop ig… also. i made the reader like. kinda techy n speak some russian? i was listening 2 gore by graveyardguy as i wrote this just so u know. Didn’t influence much of the thing but the title is definitely from the song.

You hum as you clean your sniper rifle; the disassembled piece of metal all over your lap. Usually, you would be around a table or even in your own assigned room. However, today they had a mandatory room check. While you didn’t mind it, having all the tables and sitting areas taken out in the cafeteria as well as the shooting range didn’t help. This leads to you sitting underneath a small pine. It’s fairly young, being only large enough to cast enough of a shadow to give you cover from the sun.

While you don’t mind cleaning your gun, making sure your laptop was in better shape or needed to be put back together was more interesting. While you’ve done it a hundred times before, for you, it never got old. You enjoyed taking apart the electronic gadgets and putting them back together. Seeing how they work and even improving them intrigued you more than going out on the field and sending bullets people’s way to splatter their blood everywhere. The missions they assign you in KorTac have been nothing but boring or a pain. You’ve never actually trained for this part or even with the rifle at all. You are more of someone who hacks cameras, reads coding to try and find anything that could give enemies away, and even disarm some bombs via the tech you have on hand during said times.

Now, while it’s not something you prefer doing, you can’t help but enjoy at least one of your members. König, or King as many call him, is your favourite man. Despite his awkward social interactions, he’s never been particularly rude to you. Nor has the giant Austrian ever tried to get on your nerves. He keeps to himself mostly, leading to you having to seek him out if you want company. Sometimes he’s out and about, though he’s either alone or towering over the other soldiers.

Of course, that doesn't mean he’s not deadly. You’ve seen him out on the field. He’s truly a rampaging beast. He picks up enemy soldiers and cracks their backs over his knee. He’ll gun them down or snipe them, giving a laugh or giggle. He’ll yell out in a happy tone “I have some cash!” whenever he gets his hands on even a single coin. He’s wilder and more brutal. And you couldn’t help but notice. However, despite noticing it, you didn’t treat the man any differently.

A large pair of military-issued boots appear in front of your crisscrossed legs. Looking up, you see the man you’ve been thinking of as you cleaned the barrel of your gun. “Ah. König,” You say, giving him a small smile. “Привет! How has my favourite man been?” König’s hands are loosely holding each other, nearly touching his stomach with his chosen position.

“Ah… Ich meine, es lief gut…” He says, looking uncomfortable standing there. You gesture to the ground next to you, letting him know that he can sit beside you. With confirmation now obtained, König lets himself fall into a seated position right next to you. He ends up knocking his knee into your thigh; you wince at the sharp pain but laugh it off.

“I’m so sorry..! I did not mean to hit you. Bitte vergib mir!” The large man starts to apologize immediately, already beating himself up over the accidental touch. You wave him off, trying to make your smile softer to try and reassure the Austrian.

“ нет, нет! Все хорошо, ты в порядке!” Your words seem to calm him down a bit, despite him not exactly understanding your words. “Besides, König, I say you’re sharp as a knife but Soft To The Core.” You’re not sure why, but the words felt right to say.

“Ja? Well… They do say beauty is on the inside, Freund,” He tells you; a nearly inaudible chuckle escapes him. You feel another smile pull at your lips at his words.

“They sure do, мой возлюбленный. They sure do.” You mumble. With some silence between the two of you, it’s easy to hear the shout of one of your captains letting you all know that the mandatory room clearance has been finished. You playfully smack König’s shoulder, clasping it as you stand. “Let’s go back, да?” When he gives you a nod, you shove your gun parts into the duffle bag you brought just for it. “Let’s go then! Maybe we can grab some food once these bozos clear out.” With those last words, you take the lead, König following behind you quietly and with genuine happiness shining in his eyes.

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My babies

Was playing around a lil with how i draw them

Anyways, im bored so below is just me rambling about my tmnt fan iteration. I also might change the name. Maybe

If ur gonna read it, be warned, it’s long 💀 i tend to yap alot. I’ll make a clearer post once i figure everything out lmao

I guess i’ll start by explaining this post first. Baxter stockman found a crystal near an alien crash site and he found it super pretty, he wanted to give it to april’s mom, who he fancied. At the time, he didnt think much of it. He just thought it was a regular pretty crystal that was probably formed because of the crash impact or something.

As baxter gives the crystal necklace to april for her to give to her mom, april ends up giving it to Leo instead because april doesnt like her mom and refuses to give any gifts to her. Leo wears the crystal necklace in gratitude for April and on that night, leo had something happen to him. It’s like something from the necklace is taking over his body. That something is basically the crystal’s energy getting embedded to his body, this includes a hologram being (like an AI i guess) that is part of that crystal

This hologram being is what u call a Chronix (im bad at naming, i just pulled that outta my ass😭), that mainly takes a dragon-like form, but it doesnt really have a set form. Theyre holograms after all. Chronix doesnt immediately show itself to Leo, as just like any other virtual assistant, it only shows up when needed. When the crystal’s energy was embedded to Leo, he just thought that it was somehow Donnie’s mischievous doing. Maybe he was experimenting with things and Leo got caught in the way. Weird things happen pretty often and the first suspicion has always been on Donnie due to his mysterious and mischievious nature so leo quickly dismissed it and went on with his day after Donnie gives Leo a device that would help tame the energy surge.

One day, a bunch of utroms have been spotted roaming around the town. While April was still sleeping, an utrom managed to get into april’s place through an open window and climbed onto leo, causing him to freak out and accidentally spawn a holographic whip that would break April’s shelf of her beloved figurines. Leo begged Donnie to fix everything and he also tells Donnie that the device he gave isnt working. Donnie agreed to fix the issues and he tells Raph and Mikey to somehow keep April stay in her room so that she wont see the mess. While Donnie is fixing up his device, Leo is sitting alone in his room, wondering what actually is happening to him.

Prompted by Leo’s question about what’s happening, Chronix appears and tells him that the energy surges he’s getting are because he’s not used to it yet. His body is not trained enough to be a container for the energy nor to gain better control of what he spawns. Chronix explains further about what it is and where it came from: The utroms have a very advanced living condition and what keeps their conditions alive is a big sun crystal that powers everything in their planet. It is linked to everything there and it casts virtual assistants to serve the utroms. As they were fleeing their planet that’s about to be taken over by shredder (i imagine him to be like Wander over yonder’s lord hater lol), the utroms took the big crystal with them as its huge energy source is believed to be able to form a new world and Shredder will have his own loyal army. Cuz virtual assistants cant think or feel for themselves, they just do what theyre prompted to do, theres no way for them to betray him. Shredder took over that planet because he wants that power in order to conquer the galaxy. When the utroms fled with the crystal, they crashed to earth, causing the huge crystal to shatter to multiple pieces. those who came to check out the crash site notice these crystal fragments and take them, either its for collection, or for profit purposes, or for research, whatever. Ppl like shiny things ok. The utroms are trying to gather all the pieces to form the crystal whole again, while shredder, and other alien invaders, are also actively trying to seek out for this crystal.

As Leo is one of those who is in possession of the crystal, he is now a target, hence why an utrom climbed up onto him that morning. Now knowing that he’s not supposed to be in possession of the crystal, he tries to take off the necklace but he is now bonded with the crystal so he physically can’t take it off. The crystals dont have the same effects on other living things tho. But I think i’ll not say the reason for that yet. I have an idea, i just gotta think more about it

To avoid any more accidents, he asks for chronix’s guidance on how to make his body stronger to contain and control the energy. Chronix tells him that he just needs to train n stuff. For better guidance, he tells his brothers. And then april, who then mentions that there’s a dojo nearby and thats where they meet casey jones and his grandpa who owns a pet rat, Splinter, who shortly gets in contact with an utrom and gets mutated. Also the grandpa’s pretty old so he passes away not very long after. Casey is still too young to continue his legacy, but splinter is now an old wise rat who knows of the grandpa’s techniques. So splinter takes the sensei role to initially train only leo and casey, but the other turtles and april also wanted to join in just to have something to do

Yeah

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Anything hmm... how about this? Headcanons about Wukong and Macaque with a fem!S/O that got isekai'd from the Pokémon world! How would they react to a regular human mortal commanding powerful beasts who treats them like they were her family.

As for what Pokémon she has, I'll leave that up to you. Whatever sparks your imagination!

Bonus points if she acts like a mother-figure to MK while also making him picnic lunches for when he goes training.

Hope this will be fun for you to write! Thank you! 😊

Yup. This one's long so bear with me lol. I hope I did it right like you wanted

Wukong;

- Where. Were. You?

- All you remember was falling asleep with your Eevee next to you and then you're... Here?

- Luckily, your Eevee was still with you so you were not all that lonely.

- You wandered around this strange mountain, trying to figure out where you are and why your arms looked like a block and why THERE WERE NO WILD POKEMONS???

- And you ended up panicking when you realized you were trapped. How great.

- Luckily, you end up being found by Wukong who just happened to run into you

- He immediately got on defense mode because why would there be a stranger in his mountain unless they were looking for a fight?

- It did take a bit but he realized that you weren't a threat

- You explained your situation to him and the Monkey King listened closely, despite the far fetched story he seemed to believe your words.

- After the explanation he agreed to help you out and try to find your way back home

- He was honestly completely clueless as to what to do, so he just brought you somewhere else to chill and talk while you two think of a plan.

- When he first met you, he just wanted you off his mountain. But when talking with you and learning more about your world and you, he seemed to take a great appeal on you.

- Especially when you'd crack a joke, it made him laugh so hard

- You were also fascinated by how this world worked and that there are no Pokemons but instead demons.

- Talking with you never made Wukong this happy and it never made him laugh so hard, last time he laughed this good was when he was friends with Macaque and well... That was a long time ago.

- Before you knew it, it was already late and you two just wasted your time talking instead of figuring out a plan.

- Your Eevee was already asleep beside Wukong on his cloud and snuggled close to him, Wukong didn't seem to mind at all.

- Well, since you had nowhere to go now Wukong allowed you to stay at his place until you figured something out.

- Days and days passed, tho you enjoyed Wukong's company you eventually got bored sitting around and doing nothing, Wukong could tell by the way you seemed less and less cheerful each day

- You two still haven't figured out anything, because you didn't know how you got here in the first place. The best you could hope for was to go to sleep and wake up back in your realm.

- Wukong was a bit saddened that you were still worried about going home, he thought you liked it here and maybe would even consider staying with him ... But he should've guessed you probably have your own family and friends back home, you don't need him...

- To make it up to you, Wukong took you away to show you some places he knew of, he'd show you the Megapolis city too but you two never really went there because someone could recognize Wukong.

- Where you did stop though, was at a beautiful forest full of sunflowers.

- Seeing you so amazed by everything made Wukong happy, you looked so excited he couldn't help but be amused and tease you about it.

- Then, you don't know what happened, but as you two were talking you accidentally tripped and Wukong caught you

- Instead of letting you go and back away, he kept you in his arms

- The next thing you know, you two were reaching closer and closer to each other's face, looking at each other's eyes, then lips and eyes again...

- Just inches away from kissing, something made a crashing sound causing you two to get startled and snap out of the situation you were in

- You realized your Eevee was caught up in vines, and stuck, so you went to help him immediately, but also you were completely red by the whole situation.

- Wukong was red as well, he can't believe what he almost did. He just met you a few days ago, for god's sake!

- But his tail wagged happily when he looked back at that moment you two had just a second ago.

- Well, after that, as usual you hang out quite often.

- Wukong always cuddled you whenever he could, even if you met a few days ago he was quick to get affectionate with you and you didn't mind.

- But your Eevee was a bit jealous when Wukong wanted to cuddle with you instead of him.

- Your Eevee LOVED and adored Wukong, it's almost like Eevee loved him more than you 😭

- Then you met Mk.

- You two immediately bonded very well and Mk invited you to visit Megapolis with him so you don't get lost.

- Wukong allowed you to go but you could see he was a bit sad by it, so to make him feel better you kissed him on the cheek which did in fact, make him instantly happy, his tail wagging rapidly with a huge grin on his face.

- Going to the city with Mk was pretty nice, and you were very grateful for him for showing you around, you also met his friends! They're very nice and kind as well.

- Whenever Mk visited Flower Fruit Mountain, you'd always bake a peach cake or peach something (cause there were only peaches in this mountain) for both Wukong and Mk to feast on when they finished training.

- Wukong would eat way too much of those, he loved your cooking- especially if it included peaches in it

- When Wukong left you all alone on the Flower Fruit Mountain, he said he'd by away for a few days- and more importantly, away from Mk too, you weren't happy but respected his choice but didn't argue.

- After you found out about everything and where Wukong really was? Oh, boy, you were FURIOUS that he left Mk like that with such a stupid reason and you two had a serious talk.

- At least everything was alright after that.

- Then finally, after about two months figured out a way to go back to your home!

- Wukong was happy for you but he also felt deep loneliness and hurt in his heart, he didn't want you to leave.

- After thinking you left, he just went back to the Flower Fruit Mountain. The monkeys around noticed the sudden change in their King's mood and knew what happened.

- Wukong just sat on the tree in silence, he felt his heart empty as it usually was before he met you. He knew it would hurt yet he opened himself to you.

- After a few minutes, Wukong was surprised to hear you calling out his name and he immediately jumped down from the tree.

- "What happened? Did something go wrong?" Wukong was immediately confused and concerned as to why you were still here, Eevee was on your shoulder too.

- After you explained to him you wanted to stay with him, he was SO FREAKING HAPPY

- He hugged you so tightly and spun you around, which caused you to let out a laugh, you weren't expecting that

- And what you weren't expecting more was for Wukong to kiss you on your lips once he put you down on your feet, he still held you close to him.

- That night was beautiful and probably a moment that will forever stay in your memory and make you smile when you look back at it.

Macaque;

- Umbreon? I know, I'm very uncreative.

- When you found yourself in a different world, you immediately began to explore with your Umbreon close by you.

- You could only guess you somehow ended up in a different realm, but you weren't sure exactly how that happened.

- A lot of people around looked at you and your pokemon weirdly as you passed. You ignored their looks of course.

- Honestly you'd probably be wandering around for a few days until you met Macaque.

- It was by accident, you accidentally bumped into him once and when he saw you again a few days later, he did get a bit curious.

- Especially that weird looking creature with you, he could probably take it away from you and figure out how that thing works.

- So, first thing he did was meet you.

- You didn't trust him at first but after a few hours you explained that you weren't from this world.

- Macaque thought you were joking but when you explained everything to him he was a bit shocked and silent.

- He agreed to let you stay with him since he saw you had nowhere to go.

- Mostly he wasn't at the dojo, he'd be somewhere wandering around and hiding in the shadows.

- You didn't mind, you and Umbreon were still trying to figure out a plan of how to return home.

- When Macaque one night arrived injured, you were completely shocked and slightly concerned.

- Macaque thought you'd be sleeping right now so that's why he returned at night, but unfortunately he was wrong.

- He tried to tell he was okay and refused to let you bandage him up, but you weren't letting the topic go so he snapped at you.

- What he wasn't expecting was for you to snap back at him and pull him to the bathroom by his scarf.

- He couldn't do anything but let you bandage him up, he wasn't expecting for you to shout back at him and honestly he was a little impressed.

- But what he didn't understand more is why you were helping him with his injuries.

- When he asked you why, you replied "You let me stay here, and I want to return the favor. Even if it's something small like helping you with your injuries I'll do it. Plus, you shouldn't leave yourself to bleed like that, if you need me to help I will."

- And oh, god, the soft look you gave him caused him to have butterflies in his stomach and his mouth immediately closed before he could respond, his cheeks warm.

- That was the night he caught feelings for you, only he didn't realize it yet.

- Honestly, he was planning to bandage himself without you knowing or looking, but after that incident, every time he got in a fight and was injured he would let you bandage him.

- Of course, he knew how to treat his own wounds, that was just a excuse so he could be closer to you.

- And you definitely knew it but kept quiet about it.

- Macaque was originally going to steal your pet away from you but after spending some time with you and the way you'd do small gestures, whenever that be placing your hand on his shoulder he couldn't bring himself to do it.

- Your pet was weak anyway to be honest, and useless to him.

- So yes, he actually decided to help you and he'd stay with you up at night to figure out a plan with you.

- But due to that, he wasn't sleeping and you noticed by the way he seemed more sluggish than usual when you weren't looking and by the dark circles under his eyes.

- You'd usher him to bed despite his protests, and watch over him until he fell asleep.

- When he fell asleep, you started to read a book with Umbreon on your lap who was also taking a nap, but then you heard a whine.

- You looked down, it wasn't Umbreon, he was snoring quietly.

- But when you looked at Macaque, you realized his body was tense and his eyebrows were furrowed as he grunted, you could tell he was having a nightmare.

- You put Umbreon away and let him sleep on the chair while you hesitantly walked over to Macaque, you didn't want to wake him up since he just fell asleep after 30 minutes or so.

- Instead, you placed your hand on top of his in hopes it would soothe him.

- What you weren't expecting was for Macaque to grab your wrist and pull you harshy towards him until you were laying on top of him while he was hugging you.

- You were completely stunned, but he seemed to finally have calmed down and had a much more relaxing look on his face so it was worth it.

- After a few unsuccessful attempts of trying to escape his grip, you gave up and eventually fell asleep too.

- Oh boy, when macaque woke up he was blushing like crazy when he saw that he was holding you in his arms

- After that none of you address what happened and pretend like you never cuddled in the first place.

- You two spend a lot of nights together, Macaque would be close by your side and rest his head on your shoulder while you two looked through books to find something useful.

- Simple acts like that would end up being much more as days come and go, he'd be very hesitant but he'd wrap his tail around you too, and you'd rest your head on top of his. He did fall asleep like that once.

- He was so desperately touch starved but also didn't want to make the first move to hug you so you'd do it for him.

- After about a few months, you end up finding a way home and Macaque is really happy for you! Or so you thought, he's a good actor and he only pretended to be happy for your sake.

- You couldn't help but feel sad though, right as you were about to leave you hesitated and realized you wanted to stay here.

- Umbreon agreed to be with you too, he was taking a liking in Macaque as well.

- When you arrived back at the dojo, you immediately hugged Macaque leaving him stunned.

- You explained the situation and that you wanted to stay with him.

- Macaque was happy by it, though a sly grin was on his face, he truly was happy on the inside.

- What you weren't expecting was for Macaque to kiss you.

- You kissed him back of course, but the kiss grew heated and the next thing you know your back is pressed against the wall with your hands and legs wrapped around him while you two make out.

- Needless to say, you had a pretty... Memorable night you'd never forget.

S o b

I don't think I'm doing this right, it's like I'm writing a scenario, not a headcanon 😭

It's 2.4k words long 💀

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[explicitred]

It's been a long day...

Alhaitham x (Male Reader)

June 13, Post 9 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

(Set to after he’s moved to Acting Grand S., and Alhaitham plops himself onto our lap)

MY FIRST ALHAITHAM FIC WOOOOOO

I hope this isn't too bad lmao

As the Akademiya’s Acting Grand Sage, he naturally has a lot of work to do.

However, it’s quite known that Alhaitham doesn’t like or ever stick around once his shift is finished.

But why? What is the reason for his tendency to quickly disappear once work is over?

He always responds the same way, “I sometimes go to the tavern,” or ignores them, whether purposely by using his headphones as an excuse or accidentally, yet is never at the tavern.

If only they could see Alhaitham, his pace quickening, as he comes back to you like a puppy.

Reaching the house, his eyes drift around the room, searching for you.

Sitting comfortably in his chair, The Acting Grand Sage finally finds you doing boring paperwork in another room, your eyes trained on the paper while holding a quill.

Alhaitham immediately plops himself on your lap, making himself comfortable and wrapping his arms around your neck, holding you close to him. Silence envelops you both as seconds pass by, before getting broken once again.

“Not even a ‘Hello’?” You murmur, one arm wrapping around his waist.

It seemed like today was a lazy day for Alhaitham, as he constantly kept clinging onto you, never letting go once. For example, in the morning, before getting up to change for work, he had decided on trying to keep you from getting up; so that he could continue cuddling with you in bed.

Oh, but don’t tell him that he always and every day clings on to you anyway, he’ll find a way to refute even if it’s the truth.

Finally deciding on stopping paperwork for the day and to indulge him, you grab Alhaitham by the waist with both arms and carry him to the living room. Gently setting him down on the soft cushions of the couch, his legs and arms cage you, bringing your body on the couch next to him so that you were trapped between him and the sofa.

Alhaitham has had a long day, and he really needs you today.

Alhaitham’s eyes slowly close, as he becomes sleepy and realizes that he never wants to let go.

“Aww, how cute.” You whisper, caressing his relaxed face

A genius in the eyes of many, yet yours in the eyes of you.

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[hischierswhore]

older

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: none

A/N: inspired by “older” by 5 seconds of summer. i highly recommend listening to it as you read :)

You'd had an extremely stressful & long day at work. Everything seemed to be going wrong. First, your boss yelled at you for accidentally sending out a check that he initially wanted you to send, but later opted against it, though it was too late. Then you realized that you'd left your credit card at home, meaning you couldn't do groceries like you'd planned after work. And then your phone died, leaving you with no way of communicating to your long-time boyfriend Christian to ask what he wanted for dinner.

You drove to your house after leaving work, irritated with how your day had gone. You just wanted to get home and relax, but you wouldn't be doing any of that, seeing as you still had to do groceries.

As you pulled into your driveway, you noticed that Christian's car was parked in his spot, something that was rather unusual since he would come home late from training or a match. You were happy to know that he was home early for once. As you unlocked the door, you heard light music playing throughout the house, causing a small smile to form on your face.

You locked the door behind you and took your shoes off before making your way through the house and into the kitchen. Upon entry, you saw Christian standing at the stove, shirtless and simply wearing a pair of sweatpants. The muscles of his back stood out clearly, highlighting his incredible physique.

Christian was too busy singing along to some slow love song playing from his phone while he cooked, failing to notice your arrival. You coughed lightly as a means of getting his attention. Christian slightly jumped before turning around, a smile immediately spreading across his face as he realized it was you.

Your smile grew even wider, causing your eyes to drop down to where Christian was completely bare-chested and holding a bowl of spaghetti in one hand.

"Hi baby" You made your way over to him, watching as he set the bowl on the counter and turned the stove off.

"Hi, princess" He greeted you back warmly, kissing you on the cheek as he pulled you into his arms.

"How was your day?" He added, slowly rubbing your back as you nuzzled your head into his neck.

"It was good" You responded, not wanting to bore Christian with too much detail about the things you had been dealing with during your time at work, as well as everything else that'd gone wrong for you. Christian pulled back, though he was still holding you.

"It doesn't sound like it was a good day. What happened?" His eyes flickered across your face as he spoke.

"I don't want to bore you..." You were suddenly being picked up and placed on the kitchen island. Christian placed his hands on either side of you as he stood between your legs.

"You could never bore me. Now, are you going to tell me what happened today?" He stared up at you.

"First, my asshole boss yelled at me, as usual. Then I forgot my card here, and I couldn't do groceries for the rest of the week. And finally, my phone died, so I couldn't call you to ask what you wanted for dinner, but it seems like you got that covered" You started drawing little shapes on your thighs as you spoke. Christian took notice of this and he grabbed your hands into his, causing you to look at him.

"I'm sorry, princess. Maybe it's time for you to find a new job. I know you've been stressed out with that one lately. As for the whole grocery thing, I saw your card sitting on the counter next to the grocery list when I got home, so I went and did groceries for you. And dinner's already done" His thumb gently rubbed the top of your hand as he softly spoke to you. Your chest felt warm as you gazed into his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Thank you, Chris" You breathed, leaning down to give him another kiss on the lips. He leaned forward and continued to gently rub your hands. In the middle of your kiss, your stomach growled loudly, scaring the pair of you before you both erupted into fits of laughter.

Christian wrapped you up in his arms again, carrying you off of the counter and setting you back onto your feet.

"I think it's time for dinner" He smiled as he carried both plates of pasta to the dinner table.

--

After finishing dinner with Christian, he offered to clean everything up while you went to wash up. He'd set up the living room so you both could watch movies & cuddle on the couch, placing popcorn & snacks on the coffee table.

When you walked back into the living room, Christian was sitting on the couch, scrolling thru his phone as he waited for you to return. Just as you approached him, he tapped a button on his phone and stood up, grabbing your hands and guiding you to the center of the room.

The lights were suddenly dimmer, but it was certainly romantic, like something straight out of a Pinterest post. The soft melody of a song started playing, the song you'd heard when you first entered your shared home.

"Wanna dance?" Christian didn't even have to ask. He knew you'd never turn down an opportunity to dance with him; it was one of your favorite things to do.

He held you closer to him, pulling you into his bare chest. While one arm made its way to the small of your back, the other held your hand. You both began to sway softly to the rhythm of the song, nothing but the song filling the room could be heard. You rested your head on his shoulder as you both swayed to the melody.

Moments like this gave you the perfect opportunity to contemplate life. How lucky you were to have such a great guy who loved you unconditionally. Moments like these brought forth thoughts of your future with Christian.

Suddenly, without warning, you were pulled from your thoughts, focusing on the lyrics of the song playing. & you realized, it was for you.

Lost in the day to day

You kiss away the pain

Oh, every time you twist my lips

My dear devoted delicate

It's not worth it if I lose my one-way ticket for two

Just me, just you

I don't wanna get older

Without your head on my shoulder

On the day that you leave me

I'll forever be bleeding love

As forever comes closer

Hope the world will spin slower

I don't wanna get older

I don't wanna get older

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[travlersjoy444]

Just Another Night (Hunter/The Golden Guard x reader)

I'm trying my hand at plotless fluff for this one- I know, it isn't my usual, but I wanted to try something new :)

Trigger Warnings: Physical touch? Like nothing more than hugs though

Word Count: 3k

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  He returned with a broken ankle. Obviously, it had been a tough mission, but Hunter was careful and diligent most of the time- so I was a bit shocked when he knocked on my door with a limp and a grimace.

  “Jeez, you’ve really messed up this time, Blondie,” I snorted as I let him in, but softened as he winced.

  “I know, I know…Belos already lectured me. I’m on probation.” He heaved a sigh.

  Aw, that meant he couldn’t join me on scouting missions.

  “Did he say for how long?” I frowned, sitting next to him at my table.

  “No…” Hunter said, resting head on his hand. “He just said to stay off my feet and be more careful- replacing me is too much of a hassle right now.”

  Hunter was an invaluable member of the coven, so it truly would be tough to replace him. Although he was currently a basic scout, he was in training to eventually be the next in a long line of elite witches- The Golden Guards. I wasn’t honestly sure why he was qualified for the position, but I had faith in him. 

  “So after being told to stay off your feet, you chose to lug yourself to the other side of the castle to visit me. Wonderful planning skills.” I deadpanned.

  He shrugged. “My room was getting boring, and you’re interesting. My planning skills are great.”

  I held up my hands in mock defeat. “Fair point, although I’m not sure how interesting I’ll be tonight- my main plan is paperwork and caffeinated tea.”

  He pursed his lips. “Right, I forgot. Lilith gives you paperwork- is it fun?” He asked, genuinely curious.

  I scoffed. “If you like rules and strict guidelines, then yeah. It’s a blast.”

  His eyes lit up, and I remembered it was my best friend I was talking to- despite his rough-and-tough appearance, he loved rules and strictness. And while I wasn’t fond all the orders, I was always cheered up by his strange enthusiasm for work. It made it feel more bearable.

  “That is interesting! What’s it about?”

  I shrugged. “Mindscapes. I think Lilith calls it paperwork so that I don’t feel patronized, but it’s definitely more like schoolwork than paperwork.” 

  I guess it made sense. I left Hexside early to join the Emperor’s Coven, and I was being trained by all the coven heads due to my academic talent….well, I certainly wasn’t a great student, with average grades and too many missing assignments, but I was talented in magic and had more creativity than I knew what to do with. I suppose Belos didn’t want it to go to waste on basic combat…That’s the closest thing to an answer as to why that I had. And I had a funny feeling questions weren’t welcome.

  “Ooh, I know a lot about mindscapes!” Hunter grinned, flipping through the pages. “ They’re really cool, and-” His excitement faded. “I’m being boring. I’m sorry.” He sighed, slumping over again.

  “You aren’t boring, Hunter.” I said firmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. He grabbed it, squeezing lightly. “Your information is interesting, no matter what the adults say- and that’s coming from someone who gets bored easily.” I continued.

  “...Thanks, (Y/N).” He murmured, smiling lightly. 

  I gently let go of his hand and rose from my chair to make some tea.

  Hunter and I had been close friends for what felt like forever, but the physical intimacy was fairly new. Holding hands and sitting back-to-back… The most recent was my accidental habit of leaning my head on his shoulder on long sleepless nights spent on missions- it wasn’t intentional, but it had sorta stuck. I tried not to think about it too often- it felt like the sort of thing I would ruin with my overthinking. It felt delicate, like something that would shatter if either of us dared mention it.

  So I ignored my brain and focused on stirring the herbs into the water for our teas.

  Three shakes of brahmn leaves harvested on the waning crescent���hibyrne bark ground by the rays of the solar eclipse…common fool’s nightshade…

  I handed him the tea/elixir to help heal his ankle a bit, or at least speed up its recovery. 

  “Oh, you didn’t have to make an elixir!” He said, surprised.

  “I want your ankle to get better! And plus, it actually tastes good unlike the stuff you get from the infirmary. It’s more of a slow healing substance, so I don’t need to add as much snakeroot.”

  He blinked. “Huh?”

  “Snakeroot makes it taste bad.” I clarified.

  “Cool,” He took a sip of the elixir, leaning back into the chair. There was a moment of silence before he leaned forward again, a sudden bout of worry in his face. “Do you think Belos is mad at me?”

  I frowned at the change of subject. “Why would he be?”

  Hunter took another sip of the drink before answering, “Well…he said I was reckless. That he doesn’t want to replace me, but might end up having to if I contiue making stupid choices….I-I don’t know.”

  “Well…I doubt he is. If anything, he just sounds worried…or guilt trippy, but probably worried. I’m sure you can just sweet-talk your way out of it- you always do.” 

  He choked on the elixir. “I do not!”  He coughed incredulously.

  I snorted. “Really. What about ‘(Y/N), can you help me stack these books? You’re better at it than I am…” I said, pitching my voice up and pouting in an admittedly un-Hunter-like way.

  He huffed, trying to look offended, but his smile told me otherwise.

  “Ooh! Or ‘(Y/N), I have an important assessment today….would you mind coming to watch? I’ll do better with you there.’ And of course, ‘(Y/N)-”

  He shrugged, slightly flustered. “Okay, so I sweet-talk you. But you’re different!”

  “How am I different?” I laughed, enjoying his reaction.

  “Because-you let me, you like it! You love feeling like you’re helping me.” He accused, failing to mask his own laughter.

  I smiled, sipping my tea. “Hmm. I guess you might have a point there.” 

  “I do? -I mean- Pfft. Of course I do.”

  I chuckled as he stumbled over his words. “But seriously. I doubt Belos is mad at you. It was an accident, right?”

  “Yeah…but it was inconvenient. And now I’m on probation….” He rested his head on the table gloomily.

  “For how long- like, a few months? That’ll be over before you know it.” I said, falsely cheerful.

  “(Y/N)....” He said, fixing me with a ‘seriously’ expression.

  I slumped onto the cold table with him, meeting his eyes.

  “Yeah, you’re right. It sucks, I just want you to feel better.” I smiled ruefully.

  “I’ll absolutely lose my mind locked up alone for three months.” He mumbled.

  I took his hand beneath the table. “You’ll get through it. And besides, you won’t be alone….and you’ve already left your room.”

  He squeezed my hand, smiling lightly as if to say ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad if we’re together.’

  I squeezed back to say ‘I’ll stick with you, I promise.’

  He hauled himself up, not letting go of my hand as he collapsed onto my bed.

  “I guess there’s just…a lot in my head…it’s kinda selfish.”

  I sat next to him on the bed. “I’ll humor you, go on.” I chuckled. He laughed with me, before growing more serious.

  “Titan, I don’t want to bore you, but….I’m just sick of being in the way, you know?”

  I nodded sympathetically. As some of the youngest people in the coven, Hunter and I were often treated like nuisances and idiots. Having grown up with a more solid foundation, I didn’t internalize it the way Hunter did, but it even got to be a bit much for me. 

  He shrugged, leaning on my shoulder as he continued. “It feels like everyone just wants me to grow up already…to stop needing help, and to just…get things on the first try. I don’t want to be a problem, I just want to help…but maybe I’m annoying. 

  Maybe they just put up with me because I’m the next Golden Guard, or because I’m Belos’s nephew, and that’s the only reason why I matter….don’t get me wrong, I’m honored to serve the coven and everyone on the Isles, but sometimes I wonder….what if my future wasn’t set in stone? Would….would that mean I’m useless? Would I…matter to anyone?” He paused to breathe, and I took the opportunity to pull him a little closer. He complied, resting his head on my shoulder.

  “Sorry. I’m done whining now.” He chuckled, although there was an air of bitterness in his voice.

  I mindlessly messed with his hair as I thought of a response.

  “Hmm…well what you call ‘whining’ sounds more to me like a well thought out presentation of your completely understandable insecurities.” 

  He snorted, but didn’t answer.

  I gave a soft sigh, not wanting to say anything untrue, but also not wanting to hurt his feelings or make his insecurity worse…

  “Can I say something kinda selfish now?” I began, pulling away from his embrace to make eye contact.

  “Of course.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

  “I…I hope I’m not one of the people who make you feel like a nuisance, or a kid being managed.” I looked away. “I don’t care, to be entirely honest, about your role in the coven or your role in life. I just want you to be happy, and to understand that the people who matter are the people who care about you, not your job or your title….just something to think about.” I finished, looking back at him. 

  His eyes were glossy and wide as he stared back, at a loss for words. 

  Hunter tended to get this way after my compliments or validation- blushy, shy, and struck dumb. As cute as it was, it had grown to remind me of exactly how sad his life was, for affirmations to matter so much to him that he couldn’t even speak afterwards for fear of stuttering…

  He slowly put his head back on my shoulder. “Thank you.” He whispered, clasping his elixir tightly. 

  We sat in silence like that for a little, and I sayed as still as possible in fear of disturbing him. It was soon broken by a yawn. Hunter slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. 

  “It’s late, I should head out.” He said, his voice heavy with sleep. He limped towards the door, trying and failing to walk on his busted ankle.

  I shook my head. “You’re not getting anywhere on that.”

  “Oh no, I guess I’ll just have to stay!” He said robotically, humor glinting in his eyes. “Too bad about that, huh? I didn’t plan this at all.”

  I shrugged, knowing full well that I could simply teleport him to his room.

  “Hmm, bummer!” I said, imitating his robotic tone. “I mean, if you wanna stick around, I don’t mind having good company.”

  He nodded, smiling as he sat at the table again.

  “Thanks (Y/N).” 

  I smiled back. I didn’t want to be alone tonight either. Besides, Hunter had slept here before- many times, especially after hard days of training or particularly tough missions, and neither of us slept very well- On any nights, but particularly on nights when we were curled up in the bed, talking about life and plans and the starry night sky. 

  Until the stars faded and the sun rose, a daily reminder that we really should stop drinking so much caffeine so late at night- especially with Hunter’s insomnia and generally awful sleeping habits. A stronger friend would force him to sleep, but instead, I stayed up with him. It was more fun that way. But tonight, his ankle was broken. To heal, he needed rest, he needed to sleep. So if he thought it’d be one of our normal sleepovers, he was sorely mistaken.

  I checked the clock. “Right. I think it’s time for bed, Blondie.”

  He looked up, startled. “What?”

  “You’ve gotta sleep to heal your ankle this time.” 

  “Oh- fine.” He sighed. “I guess that’s true.”

  I handed him a linen shirt and the trousers he had forgotten here last time, and he went to the closet to change. When he emerged, he collapsed onto the bed dramatically. I sat next to him on the mattress, waving my hand to turn off the lights.

  Although we had done this before, this felt…significant somehow. Like there was something different about actually laying under the covers, close but not quite touching. I turned my back away from him, facing the room to hide from my thoughts.

  I didn’t like him like that, I was just protective of our future Golden Guard, I rationalized. He was my friend, and I cared about him, and that was it. 

  Hunter had been my best friend since I joined the coven practically. Heck, he was one of- if not my only- true friends. He was one of the few people who was willing to listen when I was venting, but also wiling to talk about his life. He was interesting and fun to be around…And on multiple occasions, he’d put himself on the line to save me- like all the times he’s taken the blame for a mission gone wrong.  And I was there for him not because I felt bad for him but because I wanted to be there for him. 

  I looked over to him as he slept.

  Oh. Oh no. Oh no, no no no no. 

  “Oh Titan,” I whispered, feeling dread wash over me. 

   This meant something. 

   Hunter means something to me. 

   A lot, actually.

   I tried to close my eyes and sleep, but the dread was making my stomach hurt. 

  Instead, I crawled out of the bed and reached for my staff.  It was time for a long night of flying and getting my mind off of things.

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#x reader #the owl house hunter x reader #the owl house x reader #the owl house #the golden guard #golden guard x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter toh #toh golden guard #toh golden guard x reader

[planetkiimchi]

people watching | b.c

no. 4 of my song collection

featuring: producer!chan x ceo!reader, and the rest of stray kids in varying positions in the music industry

word count: 12352

warnings: pg13, quite a bit of swearing, vomit, alcohol, rooftops (?), crying if you don't like that, angst

summary — you’re a hurricane, and chan knows this all too well. you’re the one who crashed into his life on a regular afternoon, bringing him into the middle of an industry he’s always been at the edges of. he would never like to fall in love with his boss, but you’re a lovable tornado, and for all your chaos, both of you still love to sit down and take a break. those who know, call it “people watching”.

playlist. people watching by conan gray ; 18 by one direction ; wolfgang by stray kids ; omg by newjeans ; coping by rosie darling ; dna by lany

a/n: there’s a little bit of … smau hints here. i guess. i’m not really sure what to call it. also, 12.5K words ? that’s so crazy. i wanna thank my beloved @blue-jisungs for beta reading this. i know you had a headache n everything but thank you so so much for your comments n feedback, it def feels so much more polished w your help <3 and as always i hope y'all enjoy!

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prologue.

Y/N’S MOTHER WAS A MUSICIAN. A few years back, she started up her own business producing records, but after a while the company still wasn't doing that great. As her child, Y/n took an interest in the company and began to start promoting it better.

You found several producers that you enjoyed listening to music from, and with some promotion (and help from your brother Jisung), everything went swimmingly.

By some miracle or other, the company, SFX labels, accidentally went viral on TikTok. You had Jisung to thank for that, because he was the one who had found Seungmin to manage the online presence of the company. People started taking an interest in your company, and you built up your brand on finding indie music makers and making them big.

Jisung also helped to find amateur musicians or producers with potential, and trained them, teaching them how to become better at their craft.

However, over time and as the company grew, you found your position growing more and more mundane. Your work was boring at best, soul-sucking at times, and you found yourself wondering how you went from passionately enjoying your work to the place you were at.

Your mother suggested you take a break, and you decided to wander around "Lonely St.". It was a little alleyway near your old residence, and was so fondly called because it was a narrow street where many beginner indie musicians frequented. Shops that sold music albums and instruments lined the street. Often shaded, the street was safe from crowds and human traffic was low.

When you were younger, you had often gone there with your mum on visits to see the producers and musicians there. While she tried to strike a deal with them, you would busy yourself with the gadgets and music paraphernalia. Some were expensive, but that was just how music was.

Everyone there was friendly and as you grew into your early twenties, you used to go there for inspiration, bringing home your ideas and channeling them into music. Sometimes your mother would help you develop it, leading to the songs stored on your laptop for nostalgia.

Seeking to rekindle your passion for music, you headed over to Lonely St. and went into the second shop, one with posters tacked up on the wall.

The store was silent, but not eerily so. Instead of cobwebs and dust covering the room, it was all colourful band posters and stickers, all the records neatly stacked up in piles. You barely had enough space to walk, but it only felt cozy, and not too crowded at all.

The decor reminded you of a gothy teenager's room, instruments hidden in the corners and the soft humming of a song playing through the speakers, lyrics indiscernible. Among the magazines and albums you found a man hidden deep inside his work, frowning in concentration.

You cleared your throat and he looked up; you recognised him vaguely but didn't dare to ask. It had been years since you had come to the store, surely he wouldn't remember you from his time working there.

He didn't recognise you, nor did he know that you were now the CEO of a music producing company.

He greeted you in a friendly manner, but looked clearly agitated as he wanted to get back to his work. You dismissed him with a wave, telling him to concentrate on his music while you browsed through old records of musicians you had grown up listening to.

Time passed differently in places like that. Secluded, detached from the outer world, it was so easy to get lost in the dusty archives of history. Songs told tales people didn't understand, like a language with familiar sounds, yet indiscernible the more one tried to listen to it.

In liberal spaces like that, with light filtering through the cluttered windows, you barely realised that two hours had passed. The labyrinth of songs had you hooked, and you would have stayed there all day if you could. You picked up an old CD of an album you vividly remembered playing at your eighteenth birthday party, and picked it up to ask if the man could put it on for a bit.

However, he looked engrossed in his work and you didn't want to disturb him. He worried his lip and tilted his head, groaning softly in frustration. Clearly what he was doing wasn't working for him. You didn't want to disturb him; you knew he would be annoyed, but you needed to go home soon.

You carefully placed the CD case in your hand back down; startled by the sound he glanced up suddenly, realising how silent the store was without the rustling sound of you browsing through the endless albums.

"How may I help you?"

You were tempted to ask him to play you his song, but that might be like intruding on a private part of his soul. You would know how it felt.

You fumbled in your purse for a business card. Would that be too odd? To go, "Hey, I run a company, I think your music would be great even if I haven't heard it yet"? Because you somehow had the gut feeling that he would be perfect, and you knew your instincts never failed you.

You shook your head and dismissed those thoughts. You didn’t want to make him feel awkward. Instead, you decided to buy the record, and the man proudly showed you that it had been signed by the singer.

“It’s a little more expensive, though, because of that. That’s why it hasn’t been bought yet,” he told you sheepishly.

“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t mind spending a bit more.”

He clearly expected you to change your mind when he showed you the price, although you knew from experience that signed records tended to sell for much more, so you were already prepared.

It was, after all, a small price to pay for the discovery of the man himself.

HE FREQUENTED YOUR THOUGHTS for the next week. Even buried in work, with papers piling up for you to sign, projects waiting to be approved, people looking to sign with your label, and managers looking to clear the policies on dating for the singers under them, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The mysterious song producer who made music on the side while he ran a music store along Lonely St. had caught your eye, and was not likely to leave your mind anytime soon.

You really wanted to get to know him better, but you had no time. Besides, people didn’t often go to stores with strangers to buy expensive items. Usually, they would go once they’d established a rapport with the people there. Lonely St. was there for the community, not just the things they sold and the treasure trove of advice and ideas the people harboured.

You tapped your fingers against the table impatiently as someone knocked on your door. You glanced at the clock and sighed. If you could, you would have liked to get off work early, but it was still two hours before your official working hours ended.

“Come in,” you called.

Your assistant, Seungmin, entered the room. Looking around at the mess of papers that lay on your table, he sighed loudly and obviously.

“What?” you asked defensively. 

“I sent the papers in neatly, organising them by manager and then group or singer in order of importance and urgency. I even had different stacks of folders for projects, people looking to sign with us, and policy issues. And you just leave them strewn around? You really don’t appreciate my effort, do you?”

You scrunched up your nose. “Sorry, Seungmin. Promise I'll get to filing them away later. I'm just not in the mood right now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is this because you have too much work? I heard you went to Lonely St. last week. Was the break too short?”

You nod unhappily. “I really want to go back, I think I stumbled across a real gem there. I saw someone making music and I'd love to hear it, he sounds like he’d be great for our label and I want to know what kind of concept he would fit.”

“But?”

“But he’s a stranger! I daren’t ask, you know how I get about these sorts of things.”

“Hm.” Seungmin looked through his phone, then smiled at you. “Well, I think you’re in luck. Jisung just texted me about going to Lonely St. to ‘run some errands’. He said he’d go with Minho-hyung, but he’s busy with work too. I could fit it in your schedule if you get all of this organised for me to return to everyone who’s waiting for it.”

You nod. “That sounds good. So, is tomorrow too soon?”

“No,” Seungmin said, taking it down. “Enjoy yourself, Y/n-ssi.”

“Thanks, Seungminie.”

SOMETIMES YOU WONDERED where Jisung got his upbeat personality from. Personally, you were a very chill person, and both you and Jisung were introverts, like your mother. Your father was more outgoing, but none of you were particularly high in energy besides Jisung.

It was quite intriguing, you mused to yourself, humming quietly as you waited for Jisung to arrive. You were early, but you couldn’t disguise your excitement. You’d finally get to meet the man again! Hopefully, he would be there and not somewhere else. Many of the shop owners took turns hiring different part-timers looking for a side job to make a bit of money while they sought an agent or company willing to take them.

Fortunately for you, Jisung was a lucky charm. You went with him to pick up a few magazines for him to decorate his room. Ever since he was a teenager, he’d been a collector of photos, and whenever a magazine cover featured his favourite artists, he couldn’t help but to buy it to add it to his collection.

His room was filled with posters and magazines, but somehow it hadn’t turned away any of his friends or lovers.

Once you’d picked up what Jisung wanted, you dragged him by his wrist to the store named ‘St(r)ay Away’. You loved the play on words, and that was what had drawn your mother in as well when you first went there.

Behind the counter was the man you’d been looking for. He was tapping away at his computer, mouth pursed in concentration. He glanced up when the ringing bell sound signalled your entrance, and smiled at both of you, eyes lighting up when he caught sight of Jisung.

“Ah, Jisung, hello! Good to see you again. I see you’ve got new magazine covers?”

Jisung grinned proudly. “Yep! Look, Twice-sunbaenim even did an interview inside! I can’t wait to read it when I get back.”

The man nodded. “And this is…?”

“My sibling, Y/n! they brought me here, actually. Y/n, are you looking for something?”

“You,” you blurted out, staring incredulously at the man. Seriously, what was it with Jisung and his charm? You could never have made friends with someone the way Jisung did.

“Chan?” Jisung asked you, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Ah, nothing. I was just surprised to see him again. I came here last week, and spoke with him when getting my album. I was particularly interested in what song he was arranging.”

“Oh, that. I was just working on a few songs for myself. I'm looking to release them, but I haven’t found anyone to help me with that yet,” Chan explained.

“You know you can always sign with us, hyung.”

“I don’t know if I'd fit your concept. And your label is so big! I might be overshadowed and I wouldn’t like that.”

“Jisung’s right,” you interject. “You’re welcome to sign with us, if you’d like. here’s my business card, in case you’d like to speak with me instead of—” you looked Jisung up and down— “this fool.”

Chan stifled a laugh, taking the card from your hands with a slight bow of his head. “I'll consider it.”

“And send me a song or two! I'd love to listen to what concept you have going on so I can match you with someone who understands your creative vision.”

Chan bowed his head again. “Nice meeting you, Y/n. And thanks for dropping by, Jisung. See y’all next time!”

SEUNGMIN RAPPED IMPATIENTLY on the door. He didn’t even wait for you to invite him in, which was odd because on normal days Seungmin did at least have the manners and the dignity to wait for your reply before barging in. He might have had a tongue that was quick to lash out and a well-hidden sailor’s mouth, but he wasn’t often rude in terms of entering.

“It’s Minho-hyung,” he managed breathlessly. “I had to run up because the lift wasn’t working, but that’s the message I got downstairs. Minho-hyung’s back in town.”

You swiveled around in your chair and raised an eyebrow skeptically, gesturing for Seungmin to sit and catch his breath, all the while humming as you thought about what this could mean.

Minho was your and Jisung’s childhood best friend. You grew up together, and your fathers played music together on the weekends, while you kids got together for a marshmallow-roasting by the fire. You knew everything about Minho that there was to know about him, and one thing about him was that he simply could not settle down.

He had spent five or six years as a dance teacher by now, having started out young. He was always restless, and it had been you who had suggested he go to a dance lesson with you. Ballet had left a terrible impression on him but a couple years later he did pick up contemporary in school.

He later expanded his repertoire to street jazz and hip hop, and more specific skills like popping and waacking. Two years back, Jisung had invited him to join SFX labels as a choreographer, and each one of his dances had outdone the previous one.

But the thing was… Minho never grew out of his restlessness. Even as a young adult, he itched to move about – not just in a physical manner like dancing but on a larger scale, like travelling around. It was lucky for him that he was tall enough and looked good, so you could sign a contract with him as a model under SFX labels. He then had the opportunities to fly around the world and sightsee, all the while earning money and enjoying himself.

It was a really good deal, if you could say so yourself. Perhaps not something that would suit your taste, but to each their own.

Since he had signed on as a model and you stayed in Korea to manage SFX labels, you hadn’t been able to meet up with Minho at all. So him coming back to Korea? That was quite the news.

Besides, Minho knew how to make an entrance. He wasn’t one for blitzy and glammed up spectacles, but he knew how to do just enough to make heads turn and subtly draw the attention of everyone in the room to himself. He brought his own spotlight wherever he went, and this instance was no exception.

It was interesting that Minho had chosen now to come back, because in two weeks’ time, your company was having a party to celebrate its 5-year anniversary. Your entire family would be there, of course, and even your father, who liked to keep a low profile, would probably have to clean up and make appearances. Just to keep up the reputation.

You hummed away, lost in your thoughts. Seungmin’s breathing eased and you turned to him. “Is he free?”

Seungmin shook his head regretfully. “I’ve already asked Minho when he arrived. He said he was busy, but he would definitely meet you at the company event. Specifically, Minho wanted to be your plus-one.”

You tilted your head to the side. Minho as your plus-one? That was funny. Usually that would imply that you had some sort of higher rank than him, and although you technically did, he was still older than you by a year and had held that over you throughout your entire life. Besides, Minho had his own invitation. In fact, he should be bringing someone you hadn’t met before as his plus-one.

You and Jisung usually went as each other’s plus-ones, that way you couldn’t get into any dating rumours but you also wouldn’t look like lonely old people with no friends. You were each other’s best friends… or at least that’s what you thought.

If Minho wanted to change things up, you weren’t going to object. It was time Jisung got an official date, anyway. Wasn’t he sick of only ever having lovers for a month? This would be a good change for everyone.

You nodded at Seungmin, right before a notification flashed on your screen. Seungmin excused himself while you clicked on the notification curiously.

You immediately clicked on the files, regretting it only a little. Sure, you had more work to do, but they wouldn’t be as interesting as what Chan had sent you.

As expected, Chan’s demo-style sample got you engaged and hooked right from the start. He was very intentional in his use of unconventional sounds (did you just hear someone growl? You hoped not), and it was something refreshingly new from the constant lull of K-pop producers chasing trends.

It was raw, and clearly written just for him. It wasn’t really polished the way one cleaned up their works when they wanted to send them to someone. It felt like a first draft, something that definitely had potential but was still in the works.

You couldn’t tell if the lyrics were meant to be changed later on but you didn’t want him to tweak it much. You enjoyed the use of both English and Korean (though you had to admit, your English wasn’t very good, so you had to search up some of the words he used) and the style of the rhyming. His vocals were good, but not polished-strong. It sounded a bit husky, but he could definitely carry a tune and hit the notes he wanted to.

And the rapping definitely caught your attention. Of course you had heard good rappers before, but Chan just stood out somehow. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or his flow, but something was just… different. And you liked that.

You didn’t know if you had anyone available who could match his style, though, and you told Chan that.

You immediately dialed Seungmin to let him know how things had turned out, and asked him to send your apologies to Minho, and ask him to go with Jisung instead. It was definitely going to be an eventful party.

YOU NEEDED SEUNGMIN. Or Jisung. Or even Minho. Just someone to keep you grounded. The party was too busy and too noisy and you were finally starting to understand why your father preferred to stay at home and chill, because it was absolutely suffocating.

Conversations were happening everywhere, and polite greetings streamed out of your mouth without a second thought. You had to bow to many people but you could barely remember their names, even though you had seen them plenty of times before.

You breathed heavily in and out and your eyes scanned the crowd for Jisung. Where was he? How was he? Would he be able to take over for you while you found somewhere to rest for a bit?

A hand tapped your shoulder and you whirled around, catching sight of a familiar face. Chan. A wave of relief washed over you, and you grabbed his extended hand for support and shook it.

“Glad you could make it.”

“Me too,” he replied. “Are you alright? You look flushed.”

You shook your head. “No, I need to get away from here. But first, I need to find Jisung.”

Good things must come in series, because you finally spotted Jisung in the crowd, chatting happily away. Your social energy was drained but considering Jisung’s wasn’t, you should be okay to leave the scene for a bit.

“Ji,” you told him softly in his ear. “I need some fresh air, I’ll pop out for a bit.” He nodded absently and you caught sight of his jacket on a chair. “And if you’re not using this, can I borrow it? I’ll return it to you later.” He nodded and waved you off, his conversation never pausing for even a second.

You slid your hands in the jacket, grateful that you and Jisung were of about the same size. It fit like a glove, and was warm enough for you to head outside with Chan, onto the balcony.

The balcony was empty save for one person, gazing out across the wide expanse of Seoul onto the streets, brightly lit by streetlights. A whoosh of cool air hit your face, a breeze whistling past your ears. You quickly shut the door behind Chan, and he hovered behind you, unsure what to do.

The person in question turned, and your eyes met Minho’s. He was as tall as you remembered, gaze as clear and sharp as it was in your memories. He held his arms out and you collapsed into his embrace, warm and inviting around you. “I missed you,” you murmured.

“Me too.” He got down from the ledge and pulled out a chair for you to sit, finally seeming to notice Chan’s presence.

“Oh. Minho, meet Chan. Chan, meet Minho.” You stretched your lips in a nervous smile as Minho gave Chan a once over. You had seen Minho do that before, and it was the most nerve-wracking thing ever. He would slowly trail his eyes down your figure, analysing every piece of clothing you owned, your jewellery, your makeup if you had any, your smile, your eyes, your hands, even the shoes you were wearing.

And, if he deemed you worthy, he would nod. You would sigh in relief, of course. That was only polite.

Chan, however, didn’t seem to get the memo. He cocked his head as Minho swept his gaze over him and smiled when Minho nodded, proffering his hand for Minho to shake. Minho took it, and you—of all people—sighed in relief.

You gestured for Chan to sit opposite you, and Minho drew himself a chair next to you, crossing one ankle over his knee and leaning back languidly. It almost looked like a challenge to you, but Chan didn’t take the bait.

“Soo…”

You quickly became engrossed in your discussion with Chan, who, to his credit, ignored Minho for the most part and stayed completely focussed on what you were saying. You managed to discuss a price he was willing to work for, and agreed that he would release a mini album by the end of four months, with the help of one of the agents whom you’d convinced to clear her schedule.

Chan was very agreeable, only offering a different opinion when it came to his work style. He said he preferred to work in “St(r)ay Away” rather than in the studios you had, claiming that the “people watching” was good for inspiration.

You always wanted to give your artists creative freedom and control over their work environment as far as possible, so you promised to make the necessary arrangements.

Tapping on the glass interrupted you, and you turned your head at the same time as Minho to see an eager Jisung waving excitedly at both of you. Minho got up, engulfing you in another hug.

“Don’t drink too much,” he murmured. “Try not to do stupid shit. Yes, you’re a consenting adult, and no, that doesn’t make you immune to the influence of alcohol.” You nodded obediently and patted him on the back before he hurried off, anxious to catch Jisung before he got lost among the crowd again.

You sat back down and watched Chan out of the corner of your eye. As you talked with Minho, he had watched you carefully as well, noting the soft, protective tone that Minho spoke with and the ease with which you agreed. He had pulled his phone out of his pocket and began furiously typing away, humming to himself as he did so.

Curious, you thought. That was what you did when you got inspiration as well.

The lights inside seemed to get brighter as the night sky darkened, the stark contrast drawing your attention to it. You noticed Changbin, your ex, who was dancing with Jeongin, Hyunjin and Felix on the dance floor. They were having the time of their lives, finally having some freedom under your label after transferring.

The freedom in question was demonstrated when the first thing Changbin had done was to ask you to be his significant other. You probably shouldn’t have agreed but you were young, stupid and in love.

He was handsome and a good rapper but most importantly, he was kind and respectful towards women. He was also funny when he wanted to be, and all in all it had really sealed the deal for you. Only after the rumours and scandals started to threaten both of your careers, had you given in to the pressure and broken up. There were no hard feelings, but residual attraction remained.

You bid goodbye to Chan, who was already engrossed in his own thing again. He followed you back into the warmth of the building, only to settle down in one of the comfortable chairs and busy himself with his own things.

Hesitantly, you made your way towards Changbin. Although it was a company event, it wasn’t very uptight and controlled, so there were drinks being served and music being played. It was almost midnight and the mood had clearly shifted towards a more energetic, crazy mood, and Changbin was very much at home.

When he finally saw you, the world fell silent. Your breath hitched in your throat as you waited nervously for his response. Everything else had fallen away, and for a moment it was just the two of you existing in the continuum of time.

“Y/n!” He called, hugging you tightly. “It’s so good to see you again.” You greeted each of the members politely, and Hyunjin stared at you, mouth agape.

“And here I was thinking the Biny/n crumbs twitter account was the only way I could see the two of you interact again.” You rolled your eyes at Hyunjin’s sassy remark, inwardly comforted by his (however backhanded) welcoming words.

“Let’s get some drinks and talk,” Changbin suggested, and you followed mindlessly as he ordered drinks for both of you—a margarita on the rocks for you—and you sat down, amazed that he still remembered what you liked after all that time.

It was so easy to fall back into step with Changbin, it almost felt like no time had passed at all. He was still the same cheerful, positive person who had so much going on in his life. You, on the other hand, were still the one who lent a listening ear, shaking your head exasperatedly when he told you of the shenanigans he had been up to.

Of course, the two of you drank, and drank, and drank. He told you a funny story, and you drank out of a need for your hands to be occupied. You told him of your troubles, and you drank to drown your negative thoughts, he drank out of solidarity. He told you of the injuries he had sustained, you told him to be more careful. He laughed. “Yolo!” Both of you drank.

Drunk minds speak sober thoughts. That’s what they said, wasn’t it? It must have been true because you would not have been able to catch up with Changbin for so long if you had been sober. The conversation would have dwindled when it came to a sensitive topic, and the atmosphere would have grown awkward.

But it was easier when you were drunk. Everything seemed to spill out of you like the liquid courage you were consuming, and no barriers remained to hold anything back. It flowed and it flowed, words that you would never had uttered if you still possessed any form of sobriety.

Changbin must not have noticed, because he did not comment. You were both too flushed and too drunk to form any kind of coherent thought, and the only thing you wanted when the world started spinning was to get away from everything. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and Changbin stumbled after you.

However, he was too drunk to walk straight, and was quickly taken away by Hyunjin with an apologetic smile towards you. You didn’t see it, consumed only by the bile in your throat and the swimming of your vision.

You went to the bathroom, only making it as far as the one meant for wheelchair-bound persons when you collapsed over the toilet bowl, unvoluntarily regurgitating your previous meal.

The taste of mushed up food remained in your mouth, the acid burning your throat. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you sighed, rinsing whatever was left out of your mouth and washing your face. You also removed any of the minimal makeup you had applied to make yourself look presentable.

Your eyes looked smaller, and you could now see the imperfections on your face, but at least you were authentic. Right?

You pushed the door open (it had closed by itself) and almost slammed it in Chan’s face.

There he stood, arms hanging awkwardly by his side, watching you with concern. You wobbled, and his arms subconsciously stretched out to catch you. You leaned onto him for support and he tried to help you walk away from the toilet.

“Where do you want to go?” Chan asked you worriedly. “You really don’t look good, Y/n-ssi. I think you should go home.”

“Mm… Can’t. Need to find… Jisung. He’ll know what to do,” was all you managed before you passed out, slumped in Chan’s arms.

Fuck. Chan stared at you, completely flabbergasted. What should he do? He had never had to deal with drunk bosses before. Sure, he had dealt with his fair share of drunk friends, but never someone who was superior to him in rank, much less a stranger whom he had just met a few weeks ago. 

He decided to bring you back to Jisung, when Minho spotted him.

Minho’s eyes hardened and his smile disappeared into a thin line when he spotted Chan holding your body, leading you away from the gender-neutral bathroom meant for wheelchair-bound people.

He had been talking to Jisung and catching up with Jeongin and Felix, finally loosening up as the evening progressed, and Chan just happened to be in his line of sight.

And, of course, you. Of course you had ignored what he had told you and gotten drunk and blacked out. Of course you ended up in the arms of a man he didn’t know, whom you had been talking to when the night was still young. And best of all, of course you had to be dragged out, unconscious, from a bathroom. Who knew what could have happened to you inside the bathroom?

“Ji,” he called once, loud enough for Jisung to hear, before he made his way over to you, all but snatching you from Chan’s arms.

He shifted you in his arms so he could comfortably carry you, bridal style, glaring at Chan. “I don’t really know who you are, but if I find out you’ve done anything to Y/n, you’re a dead man.”

Jisung rushed over to his side, his smile falling off his face when he saw what was happening. “Chan-hyung? Minho-hyung? Anyone would like to fill me in?”

“I saw him with Y/n, dragging their unconscious ass out of a toilet. Who knows what he’s done to them,” Minho replied viciously before Chan had a chance to answer.

“Chan-hyung… seriously? I thought you and them were just friends,” Jisung said disappointedly. Chan tried to defend himself, but both Minho and Jisung turned their backs on him, Minho pressing his forehead to yours as he carried you out to Jisung’s car.

THE NEXT MORNING, you woke up to natural light streaming in through the windows, and the delicious smell of pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. You hurriedly dressed and got out of the room, spotting Minho and Jisung whispering to each other urgently as they sat at the table, clearly waiting for you to make an appearance.

“Morning.”

“Morning. I tried to tell Minho-hyung you were old enough to deal with a hangover yourself, but he just wouldn’t listen.” You looked carefully at Minho: at his disheveled hair, his bloodshot eyes, and the messy creases in his suit from the night before. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink.

As if reading your mind, Jisung explained, “He sat by your bed all night, afraid you would wake up and have some horror story to tell about last night. He didn’t sleep at all.”

Poor Minho. He definitely needed his beauty sleep, but it was alright because he was pretty either way. You checked your phone; luckily Jisung had had the presence of mind to help you charge it and you had received several messages. A couple were from your parents, telling you to sleep well and let them know if anything had happened, and from Seungmin, Hyunjin and Changbin, in that order, asking if you were okay. Seungmin also asked if you were coming for work or calling in sick. The last one was from Chan. He asked if you were okay, if Minho was mad at him, and if you were going to reconsider the deal. He’d understand if things had changed, he said.

You told him it was still on and Seungmin would deal with the logistics. You replied to everyone, explaining that you were fine and thanking them for their worry. You told Seungmin you’d be late but not to any meetings. You’d be there in an hour, you said.

You told Jisung that you needed a lift. He told you to take your things and he’d meet you in the car once he took his keys.

Minho watched you blankly, too tired to function. You tilted his chin up to get a good look at him, sighed when you saw the bags under his eyes, pressed a kiss to his forehead and thanked him for bringing you home; for noticing you passed out even when there were so many other people there blocking you from his sight.

He returned your smile tiredly. “I’ll always be there for you. We agreed, remember?”

You did.

WORK WAS SO DRAINING, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. You would give anything to leave the room and the discussion, and the meeting being about the most mundane things ever was not helping. Obviously you understood the importance of market share and dealing with your competitors, but you were not in the mood to listen to the board’s insistence on rebranding or some other form of expanding your target audience.

Was this what corporate life was like? Because you definitely weren’t cut out for it. Your eyelids were drooping and you were dangerously close to collapsing on the table if it weren’t for the caffeine running through your veins.

Seungmin had greeted you with coffee that morning, “under Minho’s orders” to make sure you weren’t too hungover and also to keep you awake. It helped keep the headache at bay, and you thanked Minho.

He hadn’t replied yet, so you assumed that he had finally gone to get his beauty sleep, glad that you hadn’t asked him to drive you that morning.

One of the board directors was talking your ear off, and you had almost forgotten about Chan. At least, until he clocked in for work, claiming to have “reached his studio”. It was accompanied with a goofy selfie of him at St(r)ay Away.

You were confused by how comfortable he seemed to be with texting you and also his excitement to get to know you, which showed through his messages. But it was cute, and you were starting to warm up to him.

Chan was insane. He sent you a picture of the progress he had made and you were glad you could be there to keep him accountable. You ran a company and you couldn’t do that for everyone. But then again, you didn’t personally recruit everyone, and not everybody helped get you out of a creative slump. So you supposed you could make exceptions when it came to Chan.

He shot you a quick text, saying “going home now! you should too 🥱” and the corners of your lips lifted in the smallest of smiles. It was only something small, but the gentle reminder to take a break and not to overwork yourself made your day.

Still grinning like a fool, you dialed Seungmin’s desk and told him to go home as well, a skip in your step as you made your way to Minho’s car. Since the company event, he said he wanted to drop you off at work and pick you up to keep you safe. (How crazy that he cared for you more than Jisung did; Jisung didn’t give enough fucks to give you a lift to and from work.) In return, you offered for him to stay at your and Jisung’s place, and he took up residence in the guest room.

He opened the door for you, asking you about your day. You told him of all the boring administrative things, keeping to yourself the texts that Chan had sent you. They were just a one-time thing, you thought to yourself. Sooner or later, the novelty of texting you would be lost, and Chan would not check in with you anymore.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

Chan continued to text you about your day every day for the time period leading up to the release date for his album, for which a name was pending. He didn’t seem to send you any more songs after that, which you sorely missed.

He probably didn’t dare to overstep his boundaries, which you understood. But you didn’t want him walking on eggshells every time he interacted with you. So one day, you impulsively told Chan that you could be a beta listener for his songs if he wanted to send them to you. You didn’t do that for everyone, because you’d be a very busy person, but Chan’s music style appealed to you. Plus, you were constantly intrigued by what was going on in that head of his.

When Chan sent you four songs that he was planning to put in his album, you were pleasantly shocked by how he seemed to be outdoing himself. Having a purpose and a cohesive theme across several songs allowed him to express himself better, and when giving him feedback, you found that you were genuinely excited for his release.

You checked your email for any updates from his agent or his manager, and entered the release date on your calendar. You wanted to be free on that day so you could congratulate him in person.

You were thinking about this as you exited your car from the passenger side, Minho coming out from the driver’s side. For the month that he had been in town so far, he had consistently driven you to work every single day. You joked that not only was that the longest amount of time he’d ever spent in one place, it was also the commitment that he’d stuck to for the longest time.

Sleepily, you laid your head on Minho’s shoulder and sighed tiredly. You really wanted to go home. The real reason that you were hanging on through all those boring meetings was that you were looking forward to Chan’s release, and you had to keep the company going for that to happen.

It was funny. Ever since you had visited “St(r)ay Away”, you felt like something was missing. It had been a brief but much-needed reprieve and without that feeling of “wow, this is what music is supposed to sound like”, you felt a sense of emptiness.

The sense of emptiness continued throughout the entire day, only intensifying when you were in the presence of Jisung’s “partners” (whom you greatly disagreed with). Their creative vision of the company was going to absolutely destroy all your morals and everything you stood for as a CEO. You wanted to promote small groups, give artists freedom in their music and emphasise on uniqueness, not follow the same concepts that were “trending”.

You didn’t care if it wasn’t as financially beneficial as the marketing gimmicks the partners had thought up, you wanted to stay true to your family and your own ideas. Besides, in the long run, were they really going to priorities their monetary gains over the mental health and the passion of the artists?

Clearly, they had no qualms about squashing the creative ideas that their artists had. “They’re i-doll-s for a reason,” one of them even joked. Jisung looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t speak out.

Annoyed with your brother and everyone in the room, you looked down at your watch and found that it was time to go home. Telling Jisung to deal with it but not make any decisions yet, you took your leave.

The door swung open and somebody stumbled back. You quickly stepped out and shut the door, coming face to face with Minho and Chan.

“Oh. Hi,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face as you looked at Chan. You hadn’t gotten your daily selfie that day, and you’d texted Chan about it, but he hadn’t read your text for the whole day.

When you turned to Minho, you saw a muscle in his jaw twitch ever so slightly. His tell. “Minho? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, trying to casually brush it off. But you knew him better than that, and you weren’t just going to let it slide. Recalling the way he had been looking at Chan when you first turned to him, you deduced that it must have been related to Chan.

Speaking of which, why was Chan in the building? You and he had already agreed to let him work in his store, why had he specially come down to SFX Labels, and why today of all days?

As if reading your mind, Chan rushed to explain, “For some reason, my agent disagrees with your idea for me to release a solo album. He wanted me to produce music for I.O.U. because he and the manager are friends. I had to set up a meeting with the managers and producers, which wasn’t great. The members were friendly, but the producers were terrible. They couldn’t agree on whether they liked the music or not and constantly bickered the whole time I was there. The concept, style, and even the lyrics of their previous songs were completely different from mine, so I really wonder whose idea it was to invite me.”

You shrugged. “Stupid people are everywhere. Contrary to popular belief, I can’t be responsible for the actions of every individual under the label.”

The muscle in Minho’s jaw loosened, and he let out a snort. “You’re pretty stupid sometimes, too.”

“Not as stupid as Jisung, hopefully.”

Minho grinned. “Not as stupid as Jisung.”

CHAN KEPT HIS DISTANCE from you and Minho, close enough to keep you in his sight but far enough not to hear your conversations. Leaning tiredly on a wall, he looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

He hadn’t told you, but he thought Jisung had driven you to work in the morning when he spotted you getting out of the car. He was just about to go over and say hi to his favourite Han siblings, but got cold feet when he saw you resting your head on Minho’s shoulder. He was half thrown off by Minho’s constant affection towards you, half thrown off by how cold Minho was towards him.

Remembering Minho’s glare and his hug to you and how upset he had been finding Chan carrying your drunk self away from a public restroom, Chan had hesitated, finally deciding to just go in and not greet the two of you.

When he left the studio that evening, he was both exasperated and frustrated. He had wanted a creative, collaborative experience, not an argument he felt the need to mediate. That was why he preferred to work alone in a (mostly) quiet place and he regretted listening to his agent instead of consulting you.

He had been engrossed in his unhappiness, not watching where he was going. He hadn’t texted you that morning because of the Minho incident, and you had asked him about it. Chan had just been about to reply with two selfies (one to make up for it and one for the end of work) when he crashed into Minho. Minho and Chan both immediately apologised, Chan bowing in greeting to his senior, when Minho recognised him.

It was difficult to ignore the daggers Minho was sending his way, especially when Chan got the idea Minho didn’t have the best impression of him.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Yeah,” Chan grimaced. “It’s me.” Minho didn’t look too happy. He would probably have given Chan a piece of his mind. Chan was readying himself for a “stay away from Y/n, you don’t deserve her” kind of spiel when, luckily for Chan, you walked out of the door, almost crashing into him. Again.

He kept quiet while you laughed with Minho, pressing his lips together and trying not to think about how it would feel if you were to have that kind of banter with him. Would he even be able to say something funny like that to you or would he turn into a stammering, blushing mess?

It was hard to tell.

But one thing was for sure. You and Minho had a dynamic that was hard to replicate, and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Even if they weren’t set in stone or clearly spelt out, he didn’t want to ruin whatever you had going on with Minho. He decided to remain civil with you, continuing to text you but never making a move.

After all, he didn’t stand a chance against Minho.

IT HAD BEEN THREE MONTHS. Three months since Minho’s arrival in Seoul and he was still there. You couldn’t believe it.

Every morning, you awoke from your bed (trying not to wake Jisung up on his side of the room, he had moved in to make space for Minho), and you tiptoed over to Minho’s room, fully expecting it to be empty.

You would have been less surprised to see an empty, cleaned out room with no evidence that Minho had ever been there, with maybe a short note that said “Goodbye. Don’t miss me too much” than what was happening.

It was early in the morning and Minho was still fast asleep, but still very much there. Physically present. It was such a shock to you and it was probably the longest time that Minho had ever been in one place, besides when he was too young to travel.

He must have had a sixth sense, because after about a minute or so of you staring at him to confirm that he wasn’t going to disappear magically, he sleepily blinked his eyes open and caught sight of you.

“Morning,” he mumbled, the corners of his lips lifting up into a smile.

“Good morning. Do you want me to make ramyeon or are you content with just the bread from yesterday?”

“Ramyeon sounds good,” he replied.

As Minho changed his clothes, you headed to the kitchen to make ramyeon. You were still half asleep, barely going through the actions, and when you set the bowl of noodles onto the dining table, you were caught off guard by Minho’s excited smile.

“What is it?” You asked suspiciously. Knowing Minho, he only smiled like that before he was about to play a prank on you, or when he was up to something sneaky.

“I think we should go to an open class,” Minho said, face impassive. He fought to keep his composure as he watched the struggle of emotions flashing across your face.

“What, like learn a dance? Together with a bunch of strangers?”

“Basically, yeah. I found this place and I’ve already booked it a while back. It’s pretty crowded sometimes so I decided to ask you later and just cancel if you didn’t want to go. I’d pay and everything.”

You would probably have said no, but you felt bad after all that Minho had done. Anyway, it wouldn’t be a complete disaster, right? You could only make so much of a fool out of yourself. Surely it would be fine.

It was not fine. Minho was not lying when he said that it would be crowded and if the morning hadn’t made your day, you would never have gone for another open class in your life.

The two of you had left a note for Jisung, telling him that you’d be gone for the day, and headed to a coffee shop to get a cup of coffee. The weather was lovely, a breeze gusting past as you sat outside the shop, precariously balanced on the metal stools, blowing on your coffee to cool it down. As you sipped your drink gingerly, Minho told you all about his adventures.

He told you about Italy and their delicious pizza, how there everyone’s mother was a cook and he was always invited for a meal at a different person’s house after each dance session. He had even bought a piece of art from one of the painters there and proudly kept it in one of his luggages to bring on future trips.

He told you about Taiwan and their night markets, how he’d made new friends with the dancers there and gone to get bubble tea and scallion pancakes together. He told you about the competition he won there, even speaking a few words of their language to convince you.

He told you about America and Turkey and Spain, and how every country’s culture and way of life was different.

He was a time chaser, if you thought about it. He wanted to experience everything that the world could offer him in the shortest time possible. When you were younger, he had come so close to dropping out of school that his parents said they would stop paying for his dance classes and competition fees if he didn’t buckle down and study.

You couldn’t understand him at the time. Why would anyone want to sacrifice the security of an education paid for by your parents to go jump into the great unknown that was the world?

But now, looking back, you understood why he was that way. Hearing his tales of his travels made you wonder if you were living life as vicariously as you could, or if you were living through the other people you saw.

And if you weren’t living, when would you start?

9.54pm

YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN. Minho was spread out on the couch, facing you but not paying attention to you. You looked back down at your screen and the messages Chan had sent you and tapped Minho’s ankle with your knee.

“Yah, Lee Minho.”

“Yes, Han Y/n?”

“Chan asked me out.” This sentence caught Minho’s attention and he stiffened, head lifting up to look at you. His brows furrowed slightly and the muscle in his jaw twitched. He set his phone down, looked at you properly and gestured for you to go on.

“Do you want to go?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, he probably likes me, right? So I shouldn’t break his heart, right?”

Softer, until you almost didn’t catch it, Minho mumbled, “But the real question is, do you like him back?”

Then it was your turn to knit your eyebrows together in confusion. Did you? You had never been very good with feelings. When you were fifteen, Jisung had a crush on a girl and so did you. Naturally, Jisung acted like himself and you just hyped him up as best as he could to get him to ask her out. When she rejected him, you had been sad for Jisung but also slightly relieved. You had never told Jisung about the incident, because even when you were in your twenties, you couldn’t for the life of you think of what to say.

You couldn’t identify feelings very well and were too socially anxious to have the guts to confess. Luckily for you, Chan did. The confession had you thinking that you might have something with him. You probably liked him. And at the very least, you would have liked to start something with him.

You told Minho that, but all he had to say was, “Hmm.” What was that tone supposed to mean?

“Is there something you need to tell me, Lee Minho?”

Minho was quiet, which was not unusual. He wasn’t smiling, which was a bit unusual but not completely weird. His jaw was twitching, which was not unusual but definitely meant that there was something going on.

“I need to tell you something.”

Patiently, you waited in silence as you watched him struggle inwardly with his thoughts. His mouth opened and shut as he fought to find the right words to express himself.

“Han Y/n, I have loved you for all the time I've known you. I really, really like you and that realisation was probably what grounded me and led me to come back to this place I hate. I want to travel the world but only with you by my side and I've been searching for so long and I think I've found what i’m looking for. You.”

You must have been so stupid for not realising because of course you were the reason that Minho had stayed in Korea for so long. You remembered that morning when you had just been thinking of the very same thing. You were such a fool not to have noticed that the common factor in all of Minho’s happy stories was always you.

Didn’t you see the framed picture of you, Jisung and Minho as kids that Minho propped up at his bedside table when he first unpacked?

Didn’t you realise that Minho couldn’t—or shouldn’t—be able to drop you off because he had other commitments, but he did it anyway because his feelings for you ran deeper than just your friendship?

Didn’t you see the way his jaw twitched when he saw you speaking to Chan?

There were so many telltale signs but you were blind. He gave you signal after signal after signal but you chose to drown instead, swerving off the bridge into the deeper waters of denial.

“Then why’d you just sit there and tell me and Jisung to go for our crush when we were fifteen? You never told me you liked me your whole life. I couldn’t possibly have known.”

Minho smiled sadly. “I thought you knew when I told you I loved you that I meant it as more than friends. When I said I’d be there for you, always, I didn’t mean it lightly. You just never read into it and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But I had to get it off my chest before I left you, again. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back after this, Y/n.”

You tripped over yourself trying to hug Minho, but when you did, he held you so tightly that you could barely breathe. It felt as if he was trying to make up for lost time, tears streaming down his eyes.

“Oh, Minho.”

It was just like the first hug you had given him when he was in Korea again, when you saw him at the company event. His embrace was still just as warm, only that he was shaking, and you didn’t think it was from the cold.

You hugged him back just as tightly, squeezing as much comfort into your hug as you could, trying to hold him in your arms like he used to do to you.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whispered hoarsely. “I don’t think- I don’t think I could live without you.”

Minho only responded by hugging you tighter before he finally let you go, laughing as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. For both of us. I hope- I hope you enjoy your date. And I’ll stay a while longer. From there, we’ll see where the wind takes me, yeah? And maybe one day, you’ll come to visit me instead.”

Although Minho was playing it off and acting all nonchalant about it, you knew Minho liked to bottle up his feelings and never talk about it. In fact, he probably had a ton of bottled-up trauma he needed to talk about at some point in time.

However, for that moment, you were content not to speak about it. You would simply keep an eye out for your best friend, whom you still loved regardless.

The tension swells up Are you listening? Paddling and clambering onto your surfboards In anticipation of a wave You’re ready to ride

And all of a sudden there is quiet The peace before a storm

The raging sound of the winds And the moving ocean are lost Has no one told you to never try to tame the seas?

You must not have been a very good listener The rules try to cage a roaring beast The restrictions, limitations are pressing in.

The darkness is imminent All that is on the surface Is inconsequential The water hugs me tightly It drags me down

The silence in my ears is deafening My lungs scream for oxygen And everything goes dark

Has no one told you to never try to tame the seas? You must not have been a very good listener

I won’t be tamed Won’t be broken Won’t fall to your stupidity Try to cage me, hold me back You don’t know what I’m capable of

(Grr wolfgang)

Dark blue overshadows, You think you can stop me? You might be the king of the jungle But here, I am the leader of the pack

(SCREECH-)

YOU COULDN’T TELL IF the last screech was from the song or from the abrupt stop that Jisung had come to. Next time, you weren’t going to let him drive. You didn’t want to lose your life going on a date.

Chan’s album had just been released and though it was unconventional to release it early on in the morning, you had requested that it be so. You wanted to listen to it on the way to the pottery-making class that Chan had booked, but you also knew that it would attract more people to listen to it if they were actually awake when it was released.

The mall wasn’t far from your apartment, but Minho and Jisung had insisted on coming with you, obviously. They just couldn’t leave you alone. Minho had been hyping you up the entire ride over, telling you not to be anxious and that he and Jisung had your back if you decided to bail at any one point in time. Jisung was just there to chaperone, or so he claimed. You personally thought that he just wanted to poke his nose in your business because he didn’t have a love life of his own.

They flanked you like bodyguards, and Minho was dressed in black from head to toe, which really sealed the deal. Jisung pulled Minho away to the other side of the pottery studio, both of them sneaking glances at you every once in a while in between making fun of each other’s creations.

You, on the other hand, were feeling rather jittery. You rushed to congratulate Chan’s release and compliment him on his work. “It was stunning,” you told him. “I’m always impressed by your arrangements of beats.”

He smiled back shyly at you, blushing furiously. He had to look away for a second to compose himself before thanking you for the compliment.

With all the nerves and anxious energy in the air, it took a while for both of you to calm down. Then, you could finally start enjoying each other’s company without being overly conscious of your own breathing and your hair and everything else.

Chan turned out to have a natural affinity for pottery. Even the lady teaching the class asked if he had made anything out of clay before, because he seemed so experienced and talented at it.

You, however, couldn’t say the same. Your cup was looking a little wonky halfway through the process of making it and it was precariously lopsided. Chan reached out to help you straighten it, but not before snapping a photo of your stunned face with the mug.

“Hey!”

“I’m making that my contact picture for you,” he grinned mischievously. Oh, right. He was referring to that one time that you told him to use one of the corporate pictures on the internet for your contact picture. You’d almost forgotten it until he brought it up.

You could hardly believe how long it had been since that day. Your and Chan’s relationship had grown so much since then and you’d grown less uptight and stiff around him, additionally his sense of humour had started to show more.

You were so happy to have Chan in your life.

Especially when he handed you a mini flower bouquet after you had cleaned up and sent your pottery creations off for baking and glazing. You took it, slightly confused, until Chan excitedly asked you to untie the ribbon. The bouquet unfolded into a little coaster and it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. 

Chan even brought you window shopping at the IKEA opposite the mall, nodding with you as you criticised the room decor and agreed when you liked the aesthetic. If you didn’t know any better, it might have felt like shopping for an apartment.

Afterwards you went to get ice cream together, passing by a couple of plushies hanging on a rack. Unable to resist, you grabbed the wolf plushie keychain and waved it at Chan. “Grr, wolfgang.”

You couldn’t help yourself, collapsing into a heap of giggles. 

Chan sighed like an old man, looking between the keychain in your hands and your face. The glee on your face must have been enough to convince him, because he took it into his hand, and reaching out with his free hand, he took a quokka off.

“That’s you,” he grinned.

You cocked your head. “Really?” You’d always told Jisung he looked like a quokka, and obviously the two of you looked alike since you were siblings, but you had never had anyone attribute your looks to that of a quokka’s before.

But Chan was looking at you so tenderly and you didn’t want to ruin the moment, so you took it from your hands and smiled at him.

“Let’s go get these, then.”

YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN dreams never lasted before you woke up in cold sweat, clammy palms gripping your blanket. You had had an awful nightmare about Minho leaving, a manifestation of your fears since he had arrived. It wasn’t a recurring nightmare but it still hit you hard.

Still in shock, you got up to go to the bathroom to splash your face and calm yourself down. It was dark outside, but the room that Minho had been sleeping in seemed eerily empty to you.

When you walked past it again, you did a double take. Minho had been packing his bags for a while and you had been anticipating his departure during that time. However, he had never actually told you when he was leaving Korea, and if he really meant it when he said he might never come back.

Full of questions, you went over to Jisung’s bed to wake him up. You were concerned but mostly confused, and you wanted assurance that Minho was safe.

Little did you expect that Minho had already informed Jisung in advance that he was leaving. The two had even booked Minho’s tickets together, strategically arranging it at night so that you wouldn’t have time to cry and make a big fuss of it all.

“The real reason he had to wake up in the middle of the night to get to the airport for a flight at the most inconvenient hours of the day is so that you wouldn’t make a big fuss out of it,” Jisung hissed. “Yet, even after all that planning, it still seems to backfire. All because you’re so fucking emotionally attached to Minho-hyung.”

You sucked in your breath sharply, but Jisung was relentless. “Have you ever considered my feelings? In our little trio, it’s always felt like Miny/n and Jisung who third-wheeled everywhere you two went. You’re always so caring towards Minho-hyung but never to me. You prioritise him at every stage of life. You idolise him. Maybe you’ve never stopped to think that he doesn’t want you next to him all the fucking time and that’s why he left.”

“I don’t prioritise Minho over you, Ji. I pay so much attention to him whenever he’s here because I never know when he might up and leave. I don’t know when I’ll see him again. And maybe you know, so you’re not worried, but sometimes he ghosts me for days on end and I don’t know whether to be anxious or to attribute it to his busy schedule. You don’t know what that’s like, do you?” You scoffed bitterly, biting your lip to hold back your tears.

“No,” he sneered. “You’re right, I don’t. Because I don’t stick to him like glue and he’s okay with telling me things he knows you can’t handle. You’re acting so damn immature right now and that’s probably why he never talks to you about important things.”

You couldn’t help yourself. The tears rolled silently down your cheeks at Jisung’s words. You knew that he was just cranky and upset, and that he said these types of things completely unprovoked when he was tired or mad, but you still hadn’t expected him to say something like that.

It was true, although you were older than Jisung, Minho always treated Jisung like the older one. He was more protective of you, and always delegated work and details to Jisung when you were planning anything together. When you were still in highschool, you remembered Minho had had a project he desperately needed to finish. You had leaped at the opportunity to be useful to him, but he’d rejected you and gone straight to Jisung instead.

Thoughts were spinning in your head as you remembered all the conversations where Minho had dismissed your thoughts because you were not “ready to talk about those sorts of things” or so he claimed.

Even now, when you were already an adult, Minho and Jisung still treated you like a child.

Frustrated, you changed out of your clothes and grabbed a coat to keep you warm as you left the house. Sitting at the doorstep of your apartment, you gave Chan a call, fully aware that Jisung was extremely close to kicking you out of the house if you didn’t leave him alone.

To your surprise, Chan picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey. Can I, um, crash at your place? I kind of got into an argument with my brother.”

There was the slightest of pauses. “Sure. Send me your address, I’ll come pick you up. I don’t want you to catch a cold trying to get to my place.”

You rattled off the address, and you could almost feel Chan’s nod over the phone. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Chan held true to his word, reaching your apartment in exactly fifteen minutes, even coming up to your apartment door and gazing down at you as you sulked at the door, lips pouted and eyebrows scrunched together.

“Chan,” was all you managed out before he was hugging you, and you felt like melting right there and dissolving into a puddle of tears. “Jisung would have kicked me out if I didn’t shut up but I really needed someone to talk to because—hic—I miss him already,” you hiccuped, tears interspersing your words.

“It’s okay,” Chan whispered, stroking your back comfortingly. “It’s okay to let it out.”

You nodded and wiped your tears, hiccuping and leaning on Chan as he led you down to his car, driving you back to his house.

His house wasn’t much but when he brought you up to his roof, you were amazed by the view. You could almost ignore the city lights from up there, the only thing separating you from the stars being the vast expanse of the night sky between you and the constellations.

Chan brought out two bottles of champagne and glasses, while you snuggled under the blankets he had prepared. For a dirty rooftop in the middle of the city, it certainly was awfully comfortable.

It was also terribly romantic.

Chan wasn’t even settled in by the time you burst into tears, outright sobbing as you told him about how much you missed Minho. The softness of the air mattress under you didn’t make your heart ache any less, and the tears flowed from an endless reservoir, never seeming to run dry.

Chan wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, giving you just enough space to feel sad but not lonely.

He listened to you while you told him of Minho’s tendencies to up and leave, your struggles with your friendship and how vulnerability looked different on Minho with you and Jisung and you didn’t understand why humans were so complicated.

He listened as you told him Minho’s life story and your history with him, why you would miss him so much and how much of your heart he happily occupied, wrenching it away from you each time he left. As your heart slowly grew smaller and scarred, you were sure it was becoming more closed off to others.

You? Emotional? Of course not.

But even your impressive gaslighting skills couldn’t convince you that you weren’t emotional, especially after all you had told Chan.

“Y/n?” was the first thing out of Chan’s mouth after a good minute of silence on your part. The void of noise was punctuated only by your hiccups every once in a while as you fought back a fresh wave of tears.

“I think you need to let some of him go,” he said hesitantly. “It’s okay for him to live his life, and you yours. It’s okay that you’re set on two different paths that only cross once in a blue moon. I promise you, you won’t drift apart just because he likes to wander. You will still be okay and whole without one person and you can still be really good friends.”

Smiling, he pointed to the sky. “Do you see Orion’s belt? Similar to you mourning Minho’s departure, it’s a huge waist of time.”

You laughed involuntarily, eyes shimmering but no longer crying. “Thanks. I think… I needed that.” You gazed at the stars, in awe of their beauty and how vast the universe was. So many things were there for you to be grateful for, you couldn’t afford to squander the gift of time longing for the past. After all, you had the present to be grateful for.

Sensing that you didn’t want to talk anymore, Chan guided your hand out from under the blanket and pointed your finger at the stars. “Do you see that constellation right there? It’s one of my favourites. Sirius.”

“Three guesses why,” you said sarcastically.

“Okay, maybe I’m a little cliché and like the dog constellation because it’s the closest to a wolf. What’re you going to do about it, huh?”

You only responded by pressing a kiss to Chan’s cheek.

“While you’re in a good mood… I also wanted to tell you that it’s okay to be emotionally attached to people and need a while to get over things.”

“And to get into fights with our loved ones?”

“That. Human relations are complicated. You should know that, you people-watcher. I see how your eyes dart in public from one couple to another, scouring the world for any form of humanity to include in your music.”

You felt called out but Chan had a point. “You do it too. Is it my fault that living vicariously through others hurts less than doing it ourselves?”

Chan smiles fondly. “You know everything will work out, right? Hurting out of love is better than not feeling love at all.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you reply, tears blurring your vision. Your hand in Chan’s tightened its grip on him, your rib cage aching as if your heart was really and truly broken.

Chan tilted your chin so you were looking at him, eyes meeting yours as you nodded, just the slightest of motions before his lips were on yours, kissing the pain and the tears away, brushing his thumb over your cheeks to wipe away the traces of your hurt.

“Hey, Y/n. It’s really going to work itself out.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then crying is alright. It’s not a sign of weakness and you’ll let it all out. And from there, I’ll hold you through it all while you mend your broken heart.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

FIN.

if you liked it, REBLOG it.

#skz #chan #🎹 — people watching #k-labels #🪁 — my works #🎤 — spotify collections #han #bang chan #christopher bang #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmo #stray kids #stray kids fic #skz x reader #skz x y/n #ceo au #producer au #model au #lee minho #secretary au #Spotify #minho #lee know #kpop fics #han jisung

[themurderofcrowscollective]

The 141 and you!

(Second attempt at putting the reader in this sort of situation) So you're a new sergeant, being dropped into the 141 because you have something good to offer to the team. Instantly you're a bit intimidated by the death glare Ghost is giving you but you're met with Soap who's excited to see a new face and Gaz who is more welcoming. Price is Price, getting the formalities out of the way as fast as he can since they're... kinda boring as shit. As for Konig, you don't dare look at him in the eyes cause that's a fucking tree, not a man and Horangi is just watching you from the corner as you speak with Soap and Gaz. Alejandro and Rodolfo seem to already be happy to see you, having heard some good things about you. This is nice, although you're still a bit intimidated by the two towering giants of the squad.

Around the first few weeks of being part of the 141, you've mostly stuck with Soap and Gaz whenever you had the chance if not on missions or training recruits. They're always happy to see you and hear your stories, sitting at lunch together and chilling out on breaks so you at least aren't simply minding your own business and overthinking yourself to death about what everyone thinks of you. Aside from those two, you don't dare cross paths with Ghost, Konig and Horangi unless you're working with them. With Ghost, you and him are compatible on missions while you and Soap are an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. With Konig, you love working out with him and trying to take him on in a spar and with Horangi, the two of you seem to both like drawing so when you get the chance, you show him your drawings. With Price, he's indeed the squad's dad. It was 5 months being in the 141 when you finally (albeit accidentally) called him dad and Gaz owed Soap 100 dollars that day. All Price had to say was 'ah shit I've gained another child' while shaking his head and chuckling. Forget about it when it comes to Alejandro and Rodolfo, you three aren't allowed near any tequila if you're all in the same room. However you three do have a flair for cooking so you like to share recipes with them and teasing Ale when he's flirting with Rudy. (I don't care, Ale and Rudy are married)

And then... you and Ghost. Your bond with him started growing when you started having night terrors while Soap and Gaz were off on missions, unable to spend time with them if these happened. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to Ale, Rudy, Konig, Horangi or Price and while you sit there in quiet panic, you decide to sneak into the kitchen and find something to drink. Settling with some warm milk as it reminded you of your mom, you made sure to clean up before leaving once you were done with the drink. However once you started going back to your room, you turn the corner and bump into Ghost. Instead of reprimanding you or telling you to get to your room, he doesn't say anything and offers his hand to you. Puzzled you decide to accept it, having no idea what's going to happen as he leads you to his room instead and tells you to sit on his bed. You do and he sits next to you, reaching his arm over your shoulders and letting your head fall on his shoulder before asking if you want to talk about it. You felt the urge to ask him if he was sure about it but you decide to spill it anyway. As you talk about it and slowly come to tears, Ghost rubs your back as he reassures you and in his own way, comforts you by letting you sleep in his bed with him. Turns out he's a cuddler just like you so once you both got comfortable, you slowly put your head on his chest and wrap your arm around him as he holds you in his arms. The next morning though you didn't expect to find Konig and Horangi in the room, also sleeping on the bed. Ghost gives the best cuddles and he's made it clear to his friends that they're always welcome, so while you were asleep, Konig and Horangi joined in. It really isn't something you expected, waking up surrounded by hot men- YOU MEAN INTIMIDATING MEN. (Part 2 is out!)

#i don't know #just take this #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #konig mw2 #kim horangi hong jin #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alejandro x rodolfo #christ so many fucking tags-

[audie430]

Genshin Guys Taking Care of You When You're Sick~

ft. Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Venti, Kazuha, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, Thoma

Heard everyone is sick for the holidays, including yours truly so here's some sick comfort! Its been a while since I played, and I'm npt caught up in the archon quests so Im sorry if theres any inaccurate headcanons in here, otherwise I hope yall enjoy ^^

Aether

This sweet man would be good at taking care of you, just possibly not the best

He and Lumine got sick when they were little and had to help each other out, so he obviously knows what to do, but its been a while

For this headcanon, lets say you have the common cold, but Aether is so caught up in trying to figure out symptoms and medicines and he always wonders when the next time he or his friends will be attacked, so our boy is overthinking a whole LOT

He probably thinks you have the flu, he heard it was spreading in Mondstadt and you then conviently passed out when yall went fishing w Paimon

first thing he does is pick you up and lay you near a statue of the 7, before grabbing a cool rag

Everything probably would roll smoothly if it werent for paimon distracting him

He takes a deep breath and continues w paimon pestering him lmao

just imagine waking up on the comfy grass and hearing a hushed argument until Paimon just starts yelling and makes your head split in 2

Aether would put his hands on your ears when he tells paimon to leave

He sighs and gathers you into his arms to hold you, he truly was worried

He would try to make you chuckle a bit with some dad jokes to downplay his worry

I can see him trying to take all the burden on himself so you dont have to suffer any longer than you have to🥲 pls let him know that youre okay

he ends up cooking some fish for you, even if youre not hungry, he will try to make eating seem fun? in a way ig

he'll make the train noises or the airplane, maybe even tickle you a bit to get you to open your mouth

he'll also give you a bit of his clothing if youre cold, if youre the opposite, he will grab some more water from the pond you were fishing at

Aether was taking a long time at the pond so you gathered some flowers you found about the area, you were fine for the most part but you felt imbalanced

you saw aether in the distance and you walk to him before accidentally collapsing in his arms

if you get a low grade fever when you get the cold, he will freak out a bit, especially if you start coughing and he will take you to barbara

when he learns its just a cold from the church he will sigh in relief, glad youll be okay

he feels a tug on his sleeve and in his view he'll see some dandelions ticking his face as you push the flowers towards him

he pats your head and takes your gift, he'll continue to make you rest in the church and continue visiting til you get better! he n paimon will bring a few gifts too :D

Albedo

this mans is basically your own doctor and I feel like if he gets bored, he will abandon his work in a heartbeat (unless one of the mondstadt officials request his research djdjdj)

You're in dragonspine, a freezing place that you probably shouldnt be in due to your lack of clothes

when you start to sneeze a few times, albedo doesnt think too much at first, he's seen many people sneeze and be fine a few mins later

but when you keep sneezing, he keeps side eyeing you, silently observing you until you sneeze for the 5th time

he'll head over to you (you were looking at the view near his study in the mountains) before feeling your forehead and taking you away with the tug of his hand

lets say you get emotional when youre sick, so when you see albedo soft for you, you start to cry

he's obviously alarmed bc he doesnt know what emotions are-

just kidding, but he's mostly knowledged by the chemicals that go into how emotions are formed, having empathy is still a bit of a task for him

you'll start crying when he gave you some leftover soup from lunch and when he sits next to you, leaving a hand on your knee to quietly let you know that he's there

needing some emotional support, you place down the soup and give our cute piece of chalk a hug while feverishly murmuring nonsense about how much he means to you

he slightly chuckles, he's never seen you in this vulnerable state before

he'll place you in his lap, gently rocking you like he does w klee when she's sleepy

he'll even play w your hair to keep himself content

ik this man will get bored but he will do anything to make you feep better

sure he has his studies but he will continue to hold you until you sleep

when youre too sleepy to acknowledge anything he'll give you some meds before dreamland takes over

Bennett

has no idea what to do

also i only just realized how long these prompts are so i will try to shorten them a smidge

anyways he thinks he got you sick

he'll try to get you meds and then totally buys you the wrong ones

when he comes back to your bedside, he will be whimpering w sad eyes, but w one headpat from you and some encouragement he will try to get some soup

you will not be getting soup ;.;

you pretend to be asleep when he comes by w his homecooked meal lmao

I think he'll then ask his dads to help bc boi needs support

when you actually sleep, you'll wake up w him on the complete other side of the room so he doesnt wake you lol

he'll have a card for you that all your friends signed and his dads actually bought you some soup from Sara and got medicine from the church

you thank bennet when you see how hard he worked for this

boi cries just a lil bit👌🏻

Childe

he has a dozen billion siblings

he knows what to do but will pretend he doesnt

He'll try to give you meds w out a glass of water to wash it down until you bonk him in the head w your sword

but if you actually start getting delirious or smth will he stop the happy go lucky act

he'll try to keep you asleep all day; only waking you when he needs you to eat

some crackers n gingerale👍🏻 his go to

he'll also have some weird family remedy like those potatoes in your sock or a clove of garlic by your bedside

but in the end he will cuddle you if you need some emotional support of help sleeping

he'll tell you funny stories of his family or stupid convos he has had w the fatui to make you smile

once youre all better he will tease you for the next 2 wks that you needed prince charming to save you from your illness

dont be afraid to punch him -w your lips-

Diluc

king knows what you need

he's just always busy w his wine business and his stupid clients :/

mostly the maids will help you to health, yk with congestion and getting you to eat or at least relying on your cravings

I can see this man walking into your room late at night, he thinks youre asleep

he'll sit by your side and run his fingers through your hair and apologizing for not being there for you

he actually learned to make some soup himself just for you

and he bought some flowers on the way home

I can see him be more of a materialistic guy and you having to remind him that you have more than enough

if you 'wake up' when he's playing w your hair, he'll read you a story (like oml he has so many books) and hold you in a side hug

Gorou

one of my favs but sorry he will be a wreck

he will probs be coming back from work w kokomi, going over new strategies blah blah

when he sees you on his doorstep, burning up and in tears

first of all, you scared this man to death✋🏻 its late at night and he thought you were a hobo w one too many drinks

he'll sigh w relief and bring you inside once he realizes that you arent capablw of too much in your ill state

he'll ask some guards walking by to get some medicine for your fever

I'm sure he has some blended juice or a convient meal to heat up, he is in the army

itll have nutrition and be disgusting😍 but he's trying his best djnddjm

itll take a few mins to gather his composure but he'll play w your hair to ease his nerves and gather you in a nest of blankets

doggo boi must protect his tribe (you)

he'll definitely give you kisses to keep his scent on you so nobody messes w you when you're sleeping

in the morning, he will definitely be sick too🥲

Venti

ah yes, the drunk old guy who sits in the corner of all the family events

he would absolutely show up to a strangers wedding for the booze and pretend he's the groom's 4th cousin lmao

anyways

he would tease you at first if you have a minor cold

he'd wrap you in blankets and tuck you in super tight so you cant move

or he will aso spoonfeed you but he would say smth like 'here comes the anemo archon aka the super hottest guy yk giving you soup so open tf upppp swooshhh'

it works everytime istg

but when you do feel super icky, its forehead kisses for daysss

obviously plays you a lullaby he wrote for you🥺

lets you lean on his shoulder and comforts you w his words and gentle hands

if he was a parent he would be silly but he would do that gentle parenting thing and also use it on you when you're confused w your emotions like rn

he just says what he wished he could hear😭

"yn, you've been so strong, it's okay to relax for now. It mustve been so hard for you. Close your eyes and listen to my words. You are loved and I appreciate everything you do. Just listen to my heart and breathe with me. My warrior, you worked so hard shhh"

i need venti to hold me and shush me pls🙏🏻

once you dont feel as icky, he'll go back to being an ass

like fr, he will pull your hair and twist it into some ugly crappy style😔

but the soft moments make you stay

Kazuha

KAZUHA KAZUHA

a literal legend

he'll sing you some inazuman melodies and ask for your opinion on poems he has composed

he's probably one of the softest to help comfort you

he will try to comfort your vulnerable state and defintely is one to baby you so you dont have to worry about a thing

the cheek nuzzles, headpats, and back rubs ahh

this man knows what you need and when you need it

he'll stay up super late asking the crew to stop at the next town to get you medicine and asks beidou to keep you company

he regrets asking beidou bc she almost got you drunk when you said your head hurt

she wanted to help you numb the pain

overall 12/10, definitely recommend hitting him up

Xiao

bark bark grr

jkjk.. unless

NO

man hasnt got a clue what to do, he just got back from murdering some ghouls and your sick on the roof (yes i totally forgot what the hotel place where you first meet xiao is called, i havent played in like 3 months, dont be mad)

gets the counter lady's advice and gets some food from that resturaunt below

xiao uses some uh interesting techiniques to help you...

tries to hang you upside down

ties you to the best so you dont move when you sleep

..get your mind out of the gutter you sinner this boy doesnt even know where babies come from

in the end, xiao will be hard on himself so praise him and pls tell him what you need him to do

he can grab you some of your fav soup and will travel to liyue if you request it, he will also hold you if you ask

sure he will be flustered but he will literally never not do as you say

Xingqiu

i absolutely love this man, i wish there was more hurt/comfort fanfics w him so if you know good ones, pls @ me

ngl, his fam cant know about you, theyre strict

so he takes care of you in like a random shed in the middle of nowhere🥳💃🏻

i can see him and chongyun going there a lot together so nobody disturbs them and xingqiu wont get in trouble w his father or brother

the shed is decent, it has books and a good supply of food and water, it even has a good sized bed

1 bed trope w xingqiu and chongyun😳

anyways

xingqiu hates keeping you there but will ofc take care of you like youre in a five star hotel

i dont think he isnt good at cooking but can defintely make like canned soup or buy bread or smth

he ofc reads to you, i can see him pestering you with his stories

he is charming but xingqiu is still a lil shit

this man wont let you sleep, you cant fall asleep with him reading this long ass passage about.. a raven?

def big bro material, teasing you and ruffling your hair but you get the occasional head kiss if you can deal w him

Zhongli

he's a fricking god, he cant get sick

medicine has definitely changed over the centuries so he aint got a clue

like kazuha, he is better with emotional support like holding you and speaking soft words

but zhongli has many connections and will buy you anything to make you happy

flowers✔️ food✔️ stuffies✔️ jewlery✔️

anything.. i mean anything to the point where its scary

he's like a fricking cat where he will even give you a hilichurl mask if you request it

and he will tell you the whole stpry on how he encountered the hilichurl and the techniques he used to kill it

anyways, grandpa will try to use outdated and natural ways to heal you, which do work but if you prefer the more modern ways then he isnt opposed, he just wants you better

Thoma

the best man in this whole list to take care of you

he's a MAID

he's had to deal w the blueberry twins on their best ans definitely their worst days

this man is so capable that he can make you the best medicine AND make it taste good

he will reassure you that you arent dying every five minutes when you think that you are

his headpats along w a chuckle live in my head rent free

he will give you all the blankets and give you cool cloths to place on your pretty forehead

he will buy a joke book for you two to laugh

but once its been a week, our angel gets worried

is he doing enough? what can he do to take away your pain?

he will cry out of frustration while trying to make your soup

why is your soup salty?

you already know and give the golden retriever a pep talk

he cant give up now!!

he is determined to do all that he can to make you better, he will hold you and let you squeeze his hands if you need and injection

if your biggest fear is needles like me then dw he will definitely be the best to calm you down and distract you

"hey, hey look in my eyes. Youre doing so well, after this im gonna get you the biggest cake youve ever seen. Hm? yes, we can get your favorite. Uh? Sigh, yes you can buy a new teddy bear too. Youre gonna waste all my money my love, haha. Deep breaths.. oh! look at that! Its already done, Im so proud of you💕"

if i had this man, i would never need therapy

and there we go! my first headcanons :) I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to see more, you can request anything you'd like! Just look at my first post for some ideas. Once again no nsfw pls. Anyways happy holidays~!

#genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin albedo #genshin imagines #genshin comfort #genshin thoma #genshin gorou #genshin zhongli #genshin bennett #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin venti #genshin childe #genshin diluc #genshin aether #genshin kazuha #genshin beidou

[hellkitepriest]

ee @ exeter phoenix: not a review but a too-long tale

look, i really liked reading @blueberry-beanie’s write-up of her ee show so i thought i might throw myself at the task as well. here’s the probably-quite-boring-to-read tale of my trip to exeter with the inimitable @airbrushfather.

after getting there the night before (after i accidentally forgot to get off the coach and went to a random seaside town instead, which i then had to rectify by getting the train back up to exeter — never let it be said that i should be allowed outside) i woke up at 7am for no reason and decided to climb a hill in a park in the hopes it would tire me out again. it did not.

went back to the lovely little bnb we were at (when checking in the day before, i told the woman there i was there to see a band and she went “it’s not everything everything, is it” and It Struck Fear Into My Heart How Did She Know. she knew, of course, because danny had also mentioned them while checking in), got ready to go out. walking up the main road in exeter what did we see but the EE bus parked Right In The Middle Of The Road. the venue had a car park, lads. actually now i say that i’m not sure the bus could’ve gotten up the wiggly little hill to the car park.

anyway we were naturally frazzled by this so my next logical step was to go to the nearest bookshop and buy a rubik’s cube to soothe the soul. i am sure this action will not have any consequences whatsoever. went into build a bear so danny could buy a jumper for Jeremy The Frog. sat on a bench and fed a seagull bits of my cereal bar. these are the most normal actions we will undertake all day. i got the seagull to peck at the rubik’s cube.

i then drag danny to the park i was in earlier, which is lovely and separated from the venue by only a quaint stone wall. we are very near exeter castle, and i point out that this is a great place for a castle, actually, because the hill gives you a great vantage point for spotting your enemies. we sit in the park and i toss my rubik’s cube into the air and ponder whether or not rylan has a man bun. we do a very high pitched geordie accent for a bit. a man dressed for hunting and wielding a television aerial comes up the hill and we are briefly convinced he has a crossbow. a man who looks so much like jeremy comes up the hill and i am only convinced he isn’t jeremy because he has a tiny little dog with him.

i go to put some of my rubbish in a bin further up the hill. when i come back danny is looking at me like they have seen a ghost. they point, and surely enough, the real jeremy pritchard is having a casual little walk around the park we are sitting in. he is wearing sunglasses. as danny says and as i have not stopped thinking about: he walks like a girl sim. he looks happy to be in the park but we cannot work out what he is doing there. it is apparently impossible in my mind that a man can walk around a park with no goal but enjoying the beauty of nature. somehow i panic and start getting really into explaining to danny what a milkman is. i don’t know how they don’t know what a milkman is.

jeremy disappears. we feed more seagulls. i make a mashup of my number and tik tok by kesha. it is late afternoon by now, and i have learned that the cafe in the venue does cheese toasties, so we go there and learn they stopped serving toasties an hour ago. i eat some chips on the gay terrace. we can hear them soundchecking arch enemy. i say, apropos of nothing but the adrenaline in my veins, i feel like spiderman. i still am not sure what this means.

we find another hill to sit on, directly behind the venue this time, and we listen to them soundcheck. i roll down a hill in pure joy. what could be better and stranger than this? we stay here until it’s time to go in, and we both find four leaf clovers in the grass.

after waiting around in the venue briefly and danny spotting The Lads walking through a corridor we are in. we have claimed the spot i have planned for weeks: right in between jon and alex. a semi-accidental direct view of pete. it’s nice to see him, really. the openers, KLEN, look like they have all come dressed for different cults and something has gone terribly wrong. they are from cornwall. CORNWALLL!!!, danny and i yell. this is their name now. about halfway through pete comes out from backstage to watch them briefly. he has a man bun (like rylan doesn’t) and a naturally sad face. he is chewing gum.

he disappears. danny and i collapse on each other, laughing. at what? good question.

we watch pete set up his keyboards (i have read on facebook that he does it himself because he doesn’t want anyone else to fuck it up, and it’s not because nobody else will help him. this soothes me) and probably say some real Shit to each other. i cannot remember.

finally the bit you have all been waiting for:

everything everything take to the stage. they open with schoolin’ and my glasses fly off backwards into the crowd because i’m so into it. a kind woman rescues them for me. i sing very loud about the train and the wall and the druids.

you’ll all be pleased to know that jon was on Peak Smugboy Form — “we’ve put a load of Man Alive in the set, i hope that’s alright” yes of course it is shut up. he was having such a good time! what a man. jeremy was doing The Most, as we have come to expect from him. alex was being quietly strange and doing his guitar faces, as we have also come to expect from him. he only had one guitar, the burnt one (He Plays The Guitar That He Fixed That Got Burned In The Fire), and i was a little sad about the lack of modular synth or the Gibson ES 335 (the red one, you all know her). mike was drumming politely in the back and doing his drum concentration face. occasionally he would look over at pete, who was grooving very intensely on the keyboards in the fascinating way that he does.

they played tin!! you know how important this is. they played jennifer, too, but i was too distracted watching jon to be sad during it, for reasons. mid-gig, i set up a group chat with @shallowtboy and @karlschumann89.

i am sure you will all understand.

after the gig they are signing copies of their lyric book — danny buys one despite already owning one and we join the queue for signing. on the way to join the queue, we walk past them all. jon looks at me and points at me and goes 🤨🫵. i am sure this is equally strange for both of us. exeter is a long way from where we both live and i had bumped into him TWICE in the past month.

when we get to the front of the queue the security guard removes me from the queue on account of not having a book to sign, but danny drags me back over a few seconds later. jon looks at me again. “we keep running into each other,” he says, which is certainly one way to put it. “IT’S THEIR FAULT,” i blurt, pointing at danny, despite the fact i booked tickets for this before i knew they were going (and before jonathan higgs was able to fucking recognise me).

there is still a rubik’s cube in my trouser pocket.

possessed by some sort of spirit, i turn to alex and ask “can you still solve rubik’s cubes?”. he looks confused. as you would. “only i’ve sort of got one with me, and…”

i hand him the cube. everyone is very amused by this, particularly jeremy, who eggs him on throughout the whole process. “this might take a while…” “don’t worry, we’ve got time,” says jez, looking at his watch and laughing. the security guards would beg to differ. they are not pleased about this turn of events. “it’s well scrambled,” alex says at one point, and i think this is the highest compliment i have ever received. i am amazed by how quickly alex can still do this. he’s really going for it. the rest of the lads keep signing books but he’s lost in his cube reverie. eventually he solves it and hands it back, and we all laugh, and then danny and i have to get out of there QUICK before we can be told off for holding up the line any further.

i have video evidence, but i am not sure any of that actually happened.

#everything everything #best post #<- for i will want to find it again

[imtouchestarved]

Chapter ten

It's been two weeks since the Akaza battle. (Y/n) recovered quickly and now could stand and function on her own. She got a letter from the master, saying the period of no mission starts from today, and she couldn't help but frown at the letter. It's already been two weeks where she didn't do anything but rest!

'Ugh, so frustrating! How am I supposed to pass time?' She thought as she crossed her arms angrily. she sat on, you guessed right, her bed. 'Even Rengoku-san has only a few days left before he's leaving the mansion! Without him, it will be terribly boring!!'

She let out a long sigh. 'Well, the nurses say that in a day or two, I could at least do some training while I wait.' She tried to cheer herself up. A sudden idea popped into her mind, 'maybe looking for something to read will be a good way to pass the time.' She quickly got up and searched for someone to ask if there's a library in this huge mansion. As she wandered around the halls, she heard some noises from outside and looked out of the window.

"1678, 1679..!" Rengoku stood out there, swinging a wooden sword at a tree. The sun hit his bare upper body as his muscles moved under his skin. He then stopped for a second, placing his hands on his knees while breathing heavily.

(Y/n)'s eyes winded as her heartbeats began to race up. Suddenly, Rengoku looked behind him and saw her behind the window. He grinned and waved, then returned to his training. Her cheeks hit up as she ran away from the window, tapping her face aggressively with her palms. 'What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me???' She whimperd in embarrassment.

Without noticing, she accidentally bumped into someone. "H-hey, watch it!!" (Y/n) turned to apologize and saw Aoi picking up white sheets that probably fell from her grip on the floor, carefully folding them. "I'm so sorry, Let me help you..!" She bent down, but as soon as Aoi saw her face she asked: "Are you okay? Do you have a fever?" She then placed her hand on (Y/n)'s forehead and hummed. "Hmm.. seems fine to me.." she murmured and went back to folding. "What do you mean?" (Y/n) questioned, and Aoi turned to her once again, but this time with a little playful smirk on her face. "Well, your face is all red." She chuckled as (Y/n) quickly lowered her head, "Is that so.." she laughed nervously.

...

"What are you reading?" Rengoku asked (Y/n) as she sat under the nightsky. The full moon shined above them, giving them a gentle but comforting light. (Y/n) lifted up her chin, seeing the flame hashira standing behind her as he tried to read the book pages under the darkness. "Oh, just something I found. I thought I might read while I wait until I can go back to work." She returned her gaze to the novel but found it a little difficult focusing on the words now.

He hummed in response and sat beside her, smiling like usual. As she turned her head, she found him staring at her, but he didn't stop when she caught him. The confused girl returned to the book, then to him, then to the book, then to him. His gaze didn't stop, and only became more intense. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked nervously. "Like what?" He responded, still not stopping.

She pointed at his face, "Like that.." The wind started blowing and almost flipped (Y/n)'s book, so she tightened her grip while lowering her hand. "I'm bored, but I don't want to disturb you, so I'm just going to sit here!" He explained.

(Y/n) chuckled and closed the book, "Then why didn't you say anything, Rengoku-san? Here, let me help you with your boredom."

Rengoku beamed at her and said, "Call me kyojuro!" She sighed. Every time she said his name for the past couple of days, he always said that. To be honest, she really wanted to call him by his first name, but always felt uncomfortable.

"I'm trying.. but I got used to Rengoku. " she scratched the back of her head while looking away. "Then just do it little by little!" He gave an encouraging smile.

She sighed nervously as she nodded, "kyo.." she started to say, but the look of anticipation on his face made her flustered, and she barried her face in her hands. "I don't know why I'm struggling so much.." she whimperd into her palms.

He then gently grabbed her hands and moved them away from her face, "You can do this, I believe in you!!" He gave her a thumbs up. She nodded again as she smiled, now more determined. "Kyo..juro.." she whispered as she got lost into his gaze. It felt good, she beamed. "Kyojuro!!" She yelled full of joy as she laughed.

When she looked back to Rengoku, now kyojuro, his eyes radiated such a tender, recognizable vibe. That look.. it was the same one when they first met, she realized. It made her lose her breath. "I've never loved my name more than I do now!" He suddenly yelled into the night air as he placed his hands on the waist.

They both laughed as they called each other's name. "Well, you got what you've wanted the most now!" Her hair caressed her features as the wind celebrated their joy with them. Kyojuro shook his head softly, "Unfortunately, not yet!" He clenched his fist in front of her, "but worry not, I'll cross heaven and hell for it until it will be mind." He declared as his gaze was fixed on hers.

She stared at him for a few seconds and then clapped her hands softly, "Then I wish you much luck!" She opened her book again and got lost in another world.

A/n: I struggled SO MUCH with writing this chapter, and honestly, I don't like it at all because it doesn't make sense to me, but I tried my best so :,))).

#anime #anime fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer rengoku #fanfics #fluff #love #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #romance #rengoku fluff #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro fluff #shingeki no kyojin #kyojuro x reader

[giggly-squiggily]

my other love which has significantly increased is that for tanosuke so, last but not least, i would like to request 💜 angel for tanjiro and inosuke

i failed to restrict myself to three asks, demon slayer what are you doing to me 💀 sorryyyy <3

EKrjkajkeajrjakjreajkr MOOD! Demon Slayer just has that effect on us! And ahhh, Tanosuke! I've yet to write for these two ala ship- so this was really fun! :D I've gotcha covered friend! (And don't apologize! These prompts are so fun!)

Angel: "What happens if I do this?"

“Gagapoku!” Inosuke called, running at Tanjiro at near blinding speed. Had he held his swords in hand, Tanjiro would have dodged it- if only to avoid accidentally getting sliced.

Instead, he let the other boy tackle him dead on, sending them both flying into the dirt.

“Tangerine! Mehehehe! I’ve finally found you!” He cackled, grinning behind his bore mask. “Now- tell me!”

“Tell you what? And my name’s Tanjiro!” The brunette huffed, getting comfortable. They were gonna be here for a while. “I’m not hiding anything.”

“Are you now? Mehehehehehe~” Inosuke readjusted himself so he was sitting on Tanjiro’s hips, raising his hands. “I learned of a new training method today from the flashy one- he said it was effective on all! So, tell me!” He wiggled his fingers, snickering more when Tanjiro’s eyes widened. “Are you weak to the tickly, Manjojo?”

“It’s Tanji-rohoohohoohohoho!” A squeak of giggles escaped Tanjiro’s lips before he clamped his mouth shut, squirming beneath Inosuke’s fingers. “Gehehehe! N-Noohoho, whahahit!”

“Oooohoohoho~ So you’re weak to the tickly too, Tictactoe! You and the screechy one! Mehehehhheehe!” Little puffs of giddiness floated around him as he worked his fingers along Tanjiro’s belly, just like how Tengen showed him. “Bow down to the strength of the king of mountains!”

“Yohoohohohohu knhohohohow my nahahhahhame! Ahehahahahhaha, Inohohohohosuke!” Tanjiro cracked some, giggling non stop when Inosuke’s fingers pinched along his lower ribs. “Shahahhahhy ihihihihit rihihiihihiihght!”

“I am! TiktToki!” Inosuke declared, grinning when Tanjiro arched. “Oh? What happens if I do this?” He pressed a little more into the back of Tanjiro’s ribs, making him squeal. “HAH! You sound like the muscle mice!”

“INOHOHOHOOHOHOSUKE!” Tanjiro howled in mirth, kicking his feet against the dirt ground as he tried to block out the hands. Realizing he wasn’t getting out of this anytime soon- he did the first thing that came to mind.

“Muahahhaha! Give up yet-HEY!” Inosuke yelped when his mask was torn off, revealing his surprised face. “What are you- MMPH?!” His complaints were cut off instantly when Tanjiro captured his lips with his own. Tanjiro half expected to be shoved away, understandably punched.

Instead, he felt Inosuke relax, his hands stopping in their tickly tracks as he kissed the other boy back. It was messy with too much pressure, but a kiss nonetheless. When they pulled away, both were flushed bright red, staring at each other.

“Whoa…I didn’t expect that, Tanjiro.” Inosuke sounded a tad breathless.

“You said my name…” Tanjiro smiled. Victory.

“Heh, guess that jogged my memory…hey, I’m forgetting again. Do that again.” Inosuke decided, making Tanjiro laugh.

This time, the kiss was much softer.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k23 #tickle #tickle dabble #demon slayer #inosuke hashiriba #tanjiro kamado #tanosuke #fluff #I don't think about this ship alot but honestly it's so freaking cute? #Like- ridiculously cute #I love it :D

[cakeboxie]

Persona 5 hcs!!

Lol I had to rewrite this TWICE bc I use ctrl-z a lot and tumblr deleted my ENTIRE FUCKIGN POST

Anyway

I’ve been reading fanfic all day and the p5 brainrot is strong lol I wanted to do all the PTs + Akechi and Maruki but I got bored of writing this

Notes:

Not all of these are positive (esp Futaba)

There will be nsfw, so mdni pls :D

Some are reader insert, some aren’t

Reader is gn unless I fucked up somewhere and didn’t notice lol

Characters: Akiren, Ryuji, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba Triggers: mentions of abuse of all varieties, panic attacks, dissociation, past homophobia, Kamoshida being himself, self image issues, eating disorders, obsessive behavior, needle phobia, blackmail, hallucinating.

╰┈➤ Akiren

→ The man is TOUCH STARVED. He’s so used to being the shoulder for people to cry on when you offer to cuddle with him without expecting him to comfort you he fucking reels.

→ To elaborate on the above; in public he’s pretty subtle, usually just holding your hand or letting you lean on him when the trains are packed and you can’t reach a handrail. But in private he’s the walking definition of clingy. He has on more than occasion begged you to sit in his lap while he does whatever task he needs to do just so he can feel you near him.

→ Whether his name is Ren or Akira is an ongoing joke that Sojiro knows the answer to because of having done all the probation paperwork, but he won’t spill no matter how much the PTs beg him to

→ Despite his maxed proficiency stat and the amount of time he spent playing video games prior to moving to Tokyo he is entirely mediocre at mario kart.

→ He can draw! He doesn’t do it often and is unwilling to admit that he’s actually pretty okay at it.

→ He bluffs his way through the first time you sleep with him because he is a virgin somehow even with almost every living human in Tokyo throwing themselves at his feet.

→ The fact that he’s a quick shot is a closely guarded secret that you unearthed because you noticed he makes a point of making you cum on his fingers at least once before fucking you and when confronted about it he went very quiet and tried to stay stone faced despite the comically bright blush that painted his cheeks.

→ Awful phobia of needles post 11/18 to the point where he avoids seeing Takemi because the cartoon needle on one of her posters is enough to trigger his panic attacks.

→ He has frequent nightmares, and won’t tell you why. But they worsen significantly post 11/18, with him calling you at least once on most nights to help him through his panic attacks.

╰┈➤ Ryuji

→ He has a reputation for being desperate, and he definitely is, but in reality he’s far less shallow than it seems.

→ When you ask for his help dying your hair he practically leaps at the idea, and you learn that he’s really fucking good at it from maintaining his own bleached hair.

→ Ren got him a super sonico figure as a gift once and it lives unopened under his bed. Not because he has shame or doesn’t like it (he very vocally loves it actually) but because he’s worried about his mom accidentally seeing it one day.

→ THE PUPPY DOG EYES OMFG

→ The smell of alcohol gives him panic attacks, and he makes a point of avoiding the trains at night because of this.

→ Despite his initial reaction to conflict being fighting, he crashes hard after and often isolates himself for hours after while he dissociates.

→ He smokes more than he’s willing to admit, and thoroughly hates himself for it bc he can feel it fucking up his lungs and making it harder to catch his breath when he’s running.

→ He is bi, but is very defensive and unwilling to talk about it because he’s still working through the homophobia instilled in him by his father.

→ He is also a quick shot, but isn’t really good enough with his hands to compensate. 

→ He does however really like watching you get off without him while he waits for you to finish so he can fuck you.

╰┈➤ Ann 

→ Women <3

→ She often asks you to model with her, and should you agree she beams like you’ve just given her the best gift she’d ever received.

→ Her love of sweets seems to be contagious, as the more time you spend with her the more you find yourself enjoying them.

→ Really hates being touched, it takes her several months of gentle encouragement to let her hold your hand because the only person who ever had was Kamoshida.

→ Extremely anxious around men, and often gets you to stand between her and any dudes on the trains/in public in general.

→ Horrific self image issues, she covers it well with faux confidence, but she is deeply insecure and tends to hide herself away when she’s doing poorly.

→ She cries a lot, just in general. It doesn’t even need to be sad, she’ll cry just as hard over a really cute dog as she will a heart wrenching scene in a movie.

→ The local Romance Expert despite never having been in a healthy relationship.

→ You can tell when she’s struggling because it’s the only time she could be caught dead in sweatpants.

→ The pink highlights from her P5D outfit are canon to me, argue with the wall.

╰┈➤ Yusuke

→ He asks to paint you often, but rarely actually does. Often breaking down into fits of insecurity about his “inability to capture your beauty” as he puts it.

→ So very autistic, he is easily overwhelmed and carries a little notepad that he uses for communication when he inevitably goes non verbal, and for little doodles to help him ground himself.

→ He really awkwardly asked you out after a long conversation with ann about the difference between romantic and platonic feelings

→ “Ah… So my urge to include them in every single one of my paintings in some way is not platonic?”

→ He borders on obsessive about you once you & him start dating officially, and often cancels plans with the PTs to spend time with you.

→ Shy of losing himself in his painting he will drop anything he’s doing regardless of its importance on the off chance he can see you.

→ He asked at one point to paint you nude but for the first time in his life got so flustered at the sight of you that he had to excuse himself, and never asked again after that.

→ Past the first time asking him to hold your hand, he’s very casual about physical affection. Often attaching himself to you in one way or another unconsciously.

→ The only PT besides Akechi who isn’t a virgin.

→ Everyone was fucking appalled when they learned this ^ because how did yusuke end up with bitches and akiren didn’t???

╰┈➤ Makoto idk much about her I’m so sorry makoto enjoyers

→ Really fucking weird music taste? Like her study playlist is 90% breakcore and the first time akiren heard it he got fucking whiplash.

→ Teetering on the edge of gifted kid burnout and only manages to survive because of the terrifying amount of black coffee she drinks

→ She’s got an eating disorder and has a really bad habit of talking about her disordered habits like they’re normal.

→ Then is shocked when everyone is like “girl what????”

→ Haru was her lesbian awakening and even though they’re not dating anymore she still loves Haru dearly

→ That can be said about most of her exes, she tends to fall in love quickly and never really fall out of it, thankfully the rational part of her has prevented her from being seriously hurt.

→ Absolute pillow princess, despite the ongoing bit about her pegging ryuji there is not enough money in the world to convince her to be any kind of dominant.

→ almost kissed ann once on a dare and was so nervous she literally started sobbing, which caused ann to also start sobbing, they never ended up kissing.

╰┈➤ Futaba

→ She has bugs on everyone’s phone, and listens in on them constantly even after they change her heart.

→ She’s really creepy in general, and has a massive stash of audio clips and videos taken from security cameras and the bugs that range from mildly entertaining to blackmail worthy levels of incriminating

→ Has a document dedicated to everyone’s taste in porn.

→ She is autistic in the opposite direction as yusuke, she’s perpetually underwhelmed and needs to have 5+ different stimuli going at any time for her to be able to do anything

→ Likes akechi a little too much literally just because he likes featherman as much as she does.

→ Didn’t stop hallucinating after her heart was changed, they just became mild enough to ignore.

→ Had a really weird crush on akiren before her heart was changed, in hindsight it was probably just because she has a voice kink and she spent a lot of time listening to him talk.

#pvbbywrites #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #akira kusuru #p5 spoilers #ren amamiya #ryuji sakamoto #persona 5 ryuji #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #p5 yusuke #futaba #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #pvbbysmut