#if i boop your nose we’re friends thems the rules

[mrtwizz]

Snow On The Beach W.A. [Part Two]

Alternative Title: Poe Cup and Pilgrims?

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader slow burn series

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, teen angst

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Wednesday seems to be filling up too much of Y/n's thoughts, and Wednesday does not enjoy the vampire infiltrating her thoughts.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Enid had suggested that Y/n come back to her dorm to hang out like they usually did. Claiming she feels abandoned because she hasn’t been getting the proper attention lately. 

Y/n scoffed at Enid’s dramatics and walked with her to dinner. 

The two gossiped and giggled as they ate, talking about who they thought was with who. Who was caught sneaking out of who’s dorm, the usual gossip. 

After dinner they went up to Enid’s room that she shared with a certain gothic girl. The two listened to music and talked, until Enid got a text that Yoko and Diviana were in the infirmary. Both of the girls having gotten separate illnesses. 

Enid started to hysterically sob, and dramatically threw herself on the edge of her bed. Y/n carefully placed herself on the ground next to Enid. 

“Hey, Enid it will be okay. I can help, and I bet with persuasion Wednesday will too.” Y/n tried to comfort her. 

“Where is Wednesday?” Enid cried. 

“I’m not sure…” Y/n trailed off, neither had seen the gothy teen since she left the beekeeping shed. Y/n hoped that Wednesday hadn’t run into the monster that had torn Rowan into shreds. 

After a few minutes of Enid’s uncontrollable sobs, Wednesday Addams climbs through their window. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Enid shrieks as she jumps up from her kneeling position next to her bed, “I’m literally having a heart attack right now! Yoko and Dividina are in the infirmary.” 

“What happened?” Wednesday asks, eyes glancing at the vampire on the ground. 

“Garlic bread incident at dinner.” Enid growled, “She had a major reaction, which means she’s out of the Poe Cup. And I don’t have enough members.” 

“It wasn’t an accident, Bianca is behind it.” Wednesday states.

“How do you know?” Y/n asks from the floor.

“Doesn’t matter.” Wednesday responds, “We are going to take her down tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re joining the Black Cats?” Enid’s voice softens, and she steps closer to Wednesday  “You’re willing to do that?” 

The girl in all black steps back as soon as Enid steps forwards. 

“I want to humiliate Bianca so badly, that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat.” Wednesday says with a hint of malicious intent in her voice.

“Yeah, but you’re mostly doing it because we’re friends. Right?” Enid asks, causing Wednesday to quickly turn around and face the window. 

“Tell me how she keeps winning.” Wednesday demands. 

“It’s a real brain cramp.” Enid responds, “The past two years no other boat had made it across and back without sinking.” 

“Sounds like sabotage.” Wednesday comments. 

“Oh it is, there’s no rules to the Poe Cup. And it’s in water, that’s like Bianca’s domain.” Y/n says. 

Wednesday looks to where Y/n sits, “Then we just need to beat her at her own game.”

The next day the three of them start setting up how to beat Bianca, Wednesday and Y/n walk past the siren on their way to Enid. Y/n gave Bianca a smile with a little wave, while Wednesday glared. 

“We’re all set.” Enid tells the two. 

“Good, Things in position.” Wednesday says. 

“Wanna tell me what you three were up to all night?” Enid asks. 

“And spoil the surprise?” Wednesday responds, in what should be a teasing tone. 

“Speaking of surprises, your costume is in the tent!” Enid giggles. 

Wednesday looks at Enid, horrified, “Costume?” 

Y/n and Enid both laugh, knowing Wednesday would have immediately shut everything down before it started if she knew she had to wear the cat suit. 

Enid and Y/n get one after another and then do each other's cat makeup. 

Y/n can feel the felt tip of Enid’s eyeliner against her cheeks as she draws on the finishing touches. 

“All done!” Enid says, booping Y/n’s nose as she does so, causing the two of them to giggle. 

“OMG you look purr-fect!” Enid says when Wednesday leaves the tent, “Only thing, where are your whiskers?” 

“Ask again and you’ll be down to eight lives.” Wednesday threatens. 

Y/n grabs her phone from her bag to take a picture of the three of them. Enid’s bright and happy face, Y/n’s plastered with a smile, and Wednesday with her signature deadpan face. Only if Y/n looked hard enough she could see the faintest smile on the goth girl's face. 

The three of them make their way down to the lake where the rest of their team is, they all get into their canoe. Y/n can see Enid look and wave at Ajax. 

Apparently Wednesday sees it too, “Focus.” 

Y/n can’t help but let out a small laugh at Wednesday’s bossy behavior. 

“What do we have here?” Bianca said from her canoe, causing the three to look over, “The runt of the litter.” 

“For the record, I don’t believe I’m better than everyone else. Just that I’m better than you.” Wednesday states. 

Weems' voice comes over the speakers, “I would like to welcome you all to the Edgar Allen Poe Cup. This is one of Nevermore’s proudest annual traditions, dating back to a hundred twenty-five years. Each team must row across to Raven Island, pull a flag from Crackstones Crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk.” 

“The first team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for the year.” Weems explains, “As well as some special privileges. Let the Pope Cup Begin!” She shoots a gun into the air. 

They quickly made their way across the river to the island, and everyone got out of the canoe to tie it up. 

“Stay here and make sure Bianca can’t sabotage the boat.” Wednesday instructs before her and Y/n take off to find their flag. 

The pair quickly make their way to Crackstones Crypt, they run past Xavier and his teammate, both of whom were dressed as jokers. 

“Later Wednesday!” Xavier shouted. 

If the time had called for it Y/n would have rolled her eyes at Xaviers intense pining. 

Crackstones Crypt was a large stone tomb with two statues on either side of it and read “Joseph Crackstone” above the entrance. When Wednesday approached the tomb to grab the flag she braced her body against the wall of the crypt. Her head snapped back and her body fell. 

Y/n quickly caught her falling body before she could hit the hard ground under them. 

“Wednesday?” Y/n was panicked, she didn’t know what was happening. 

Her first assumption was a seizure, only Wednesday’s cold body didn’t shake. So she just sat there for a few moments, keeping two of her fingers on the base of Wednesday’s throat to make sure she was still alive. 

Bianca passed the pair, grabbing her team's flag as Wednesday came back to, “Taking a catnap?” 

“What the hell happened?” Y/n asked, the two of them jumping to their feet. 

“Nothing.” Wednesday replied, holding the flag as they ran. 

They quickly made it back to the boat and got in, and began rowing back. 

“See ya jokesters!” Enid laughs as they row past their sinking boat, “I just asked myself WWWD, What Would Wednesday Do?” 

As they neared Bianca’s canoe Wednesday pushed a lever that opened panels on the side to reveal spikes. Their canoes got closer together before a force under the water began pushing the Black Cat canoe away from the Gold Bugs and towards a red pillar. 

The team tried to row against the force pushing them, but it was little to no use. Until Thing dove into the water, Y/n wanted to question the legistics about it but decided that the explanation of “Addams family” was a just enough one. 

Their team began to catch back up with the other boat, finally slicing into the bottom of it as they passed by. 

“Gotcha.” Y/n said with a smirk, as they passed the final boat and made it to the dock, winning the Poe Cup. 

The crowd dressed in mostly black and purple pinstripe cheered as they did so. Enid, Y/n, and Wednesday got out of the boat first with the flag and ran to the finish line. Both Enid and Y/n with wide grins on their faces and Wednesday with a small one. 

Y/n and Enid put an arm around each of Wednesday’s shoulders and began jumping up and down with excitement. Y/n moved and hugged Eugene who was also jumping with excitement for his friends/fellow hummers. 

“OMG Wednesday we did it,” Enid said, moving to grab and shake Wednesday by the shoulders, “This is the greatest moment of my entire life.” 

“Admit it, you kind of got into the school spirit thing.” Y/n said, now jumping around in circles with Eugene. 

“You guys didn’t say it’s a dark, vengeful spirit.” Wednesday spoke in a lighter tone than usual, her own excitement evident. The look in her eyes and the smirk she wore turned Y/n’s bones to jelly. 

Y/n knew her crush on the Addams girl was a bit over the top and the way her stomach twisted and erupted with butterflies was enough to make her face burn in embarrassment. But the laughter and cheers hide the way her body was lit on fire. 

They got changed into their normal uniform, save for Y/n who always altered and hemmed hers to make it shorter and make her feel better about having to wear in her opinion the ‘ugliest uniform known to man’. 

They stood in front of the entirety of Nevermore’s student body and staff in the quad, “The Poe Cup first took place in 1897, as a way to not only honor Nevermore’s most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share.” Weems announced. 

Enid and Y/n shared a smile as they stood next to each other, both still buzzing with excitement. 

“Community, perseverance, and determination. And we certainly saw those values on display today.” Weems continued as she handed the cup to Enid who squealed with delight. 

Enid held up the trophy and let out a triumphant, “Whoo!” as people cheered. 

“Congratulations Ophelia Hall!” Weems said. 

Y/n was cheering with the team when she caught a glimpse of Wednesday walking off. Y/n assumed that the attention was too much for her. Y/n paused for a minute before deciding to go after her. 

Wednesday sat on the ledge that held a statue of Edgar Allen, she was looking up when Y/n entered the secluded area. 

“What are you doing?” She asked. 

“Hiding.” Wednesday responded, getting to her feet, “People keep randomly smiling at me, it’s unsettling.” 

Y/n laughed, walking with Wednesday, “It’s called having your shining moment, you beat Bianca Barclay. Nobody’s ever done that, enjoy it.” Y/n pauses, looking at the table of giggling girls,“The other girls wanted to know if you wanted to hang out later?” 

Wednesday gave Y/n a look, “Oh come on, get out of your comfort zone. It won’t kill you.” 

“I’ll think about it.” The gothy teen replies, taking Y/n by surprise. 

Y/n smiled and made her way over to the table as she saw Weems approaching Wednesday. Enid gave the smiling girl a look. 

“Don’t even.” Y/n threatened the bubbly blonde, she sighed at her own emotions. 

Later that night Y/n lie awake in her dorm that she shared with a fuming Bianca, she must have assumed Y/n were asleep when she left with that purple robe. Y/n knew where she was going and didn’t care enough to join. She simply laid in her bed, facing the wall. Drowning in her own thoughts. 

Y/n realized at about 12:32 in the morning that when Wednesday had fallen at Crackstone’s Crypt, it was another vision. Y/n wasn’t sure what Wednesday had been seeing in her visions but she assumed that they weren’t good. Y/n laughed to herself, lately most of her thoughts were taken up by a certain girl who only sometimes wanted anything to do with her. 

She wondered when this crush phase would die down, or better yet be over? Deep in the back of her mind she knew it wasn’t a phase and that these feelings would consume her whole, but in the moment she wanted to pretend otherwise. Slowly Y/n drifted off to sleep. `

When Wednesday had entered the Nightshade’s secret library she looked at the pictures on the walls, scoffing at her mothers smirk. One peculiar painting stuck out to her, one of a girl who looked almost identical to Y/n. Wednesday made a mental note to ask Y/n about what she knew about the Nightshades at a later time. The gothy teen’s thoughts strayed to Y/n for a moment longer than she would have appreciated. 

Wednesday Addams did not understand the emotions and feelings that Y/n made her feel, and wanted to resent Y/n for it. Only something in her pulled Wednesday in closer and closer. As if threatening to strangle her. Wednesday lets her mind wander to Y/n for a moment too long when her world suddenly erupts into darkness, luckily she was not afraid of the dark. 

The next morning Y/n got dressed and left before Bianca had woken up, it was Outreach day meaning they had to do volunteer work. How can it be called volunteer work when it's required? It’s something Y/n had yet to understand, and probably never would. 

Y/n stood with Eugene as Weems explained what they would be doing that day, “As you know Outreach day culminates in a very special event, the dedication to a new memorial statue in the town square. Which will also include performances by Nevermore students. 

Eugene and others began buzzing with excitement, 

Ms Thornhill hands Eugene and Y/n their assignments. 

“Whatcha get?” Eugene asks. 

“Pilgrim World.” Y/n responds. 

“Me too!” The boy exclaimed excitedly. 

Eugene, Y/n, and Enid were making their way to Pilgrim World when Wednesday stopped Enid. Her and Y/n’s arms were linked, causing Y/n to stop as well. 

“Switch volunteer assignments with me.” Wednesday almost asked, but mostly demanded, sticking out the blue envelope to the blonde. 

“What? No.” Enid grimaced, “Uriah’s Heap is definitely not my bag.” 

“It’s an emergency, I need to check out Pilgrim World.” Wednesday said, looking past Enid and Y/n for a split second.  “But Wednesday, this is not a fair trade. Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?” Enid asks. 

Wednesday sticks out the colorful envelope once more as if this were strategically planned. Y/n wouldn't be surprised if Wednesday had formulated an entire plan to get Enid to switch assignments with her. 

“Because Ajax is going to be volunteering there.” Wednesday responds, and Enid’s body language changes, “Thing sneaked a peak at his assignment. But if you’re not interested-” Wednesday turns slightly from the two as she says it.

“No!” Enid grabs the slip from Wednesday’s hand, “Oh my God, thank you. You’re the best.” Enid gently shakes Wednesday's arms, before running off with a giggle. 

“What do you need from Pilgrim World?” Y/n inquires once it’s just the two of them. 

“According to Xavier,” Y/n rolls her eyes at the mention of the artistic boy, “Crackstone’s journal is in there.” 

The two walk in silence the rest of the way to the little ‘village’ that is Pilgrim World.

There was an old man, an actor, yelling to people, “Witch trials everyday!” 

“Damn wish someone would hang me.” Y/n murmured to herself, not intending on anyone else hearing, and even if anyone else (Wednesday) did they didn’t say anything. 

Y/n immediately spots Eugene as they walk in, “Y/n where did you go? Where’s Enid?”  “Enid and Wednesday switched assignments.” Y/n responded. 

“Oh, wanna take a Hummers group photo?” Eugene’s happy tone was impossible for anyone to say no to. 

Well almost anyone, only she didn’t have time to say anything before Y/n was agreeing. Eugene took a selfie of the three of them, him smiling happily, Y/n smiling for the picture, and Wednesday looking stoic as always. Y/n was suddenly happy for her choice of eyewear, the oversized sunglasses veiled the way her smile hadn’t truly reached her eyes. 

“Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Misteress Arlene. A real OC.” Another actor, presumably in charge of the Nevermore ‘volunteers’, introduced herself. 

Eugene smiled at the attempt at a joke Arlene made, and Y/n realized she would do just about anything for the kid standing next to her. She adored him as if he were her brother, something that she had lost long ago. Way back when she was still human, but there was no time to dwell on emotions from the past. She had required volunteer work to do. 

“Now privy, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste. For you are about to travel back in time to the year of our lord 1625.” The pilgrim lady instructs as she begins her tale and turns around. 

“I was still alive back then.” Y/n whispers to Eugene, who looks at her bewildered. 

“Really?” Eugene asks, believing every word she says. 

“No.” Y/n responds with a smile, before walking with the group. 

Arlene the pilgrim lady shows off the ‘settlement’ and explains bits of it as she does so. Y/n checks out, not caring what she had to say, or anything around her. She hadn’t even noticed Wednesday move up to right behind her shoulder, something on a normal day she would have noticed without question. Maybe she could blame the gloomy weather for the way she had been feeling, or maybe it had been her own mind. Either way, she was feeling down and couldn't help but give into the feelings. 

Suddenly she checks back into reality when Wednesday moves from her shoulder to in front of her. 

“I haveth a query.” Wednesday spoke, going along with the 1600’s act the park had going for it. 

“Pray be quick child.” The ginger woman responded. 

In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone’s artifacts are on display?” Wednesday asked, and Y/n wondered where her sudden curiosity of Crackstone had stemmed from. 

She assumed it had something to do with the vision she had at Crackstone’s Crypt, or maybe it had to do with Rowan’s death and sudden ‘revival'? 

“It truly is a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone chamber pot.” Arlene explained. 

“Sounds faciating, I volunteer to work in there.” Wednesday said. 

“Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated.” The pilgrim lady took her role as a pilgrim a little too seriously, and Y/n wondered if she ever caught herself speaking like this in front of normal people. “Today thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World.” 

“Ye olde fudgery?” Eugene sounded excited. 

Next to him Wednesday had a homicidal look on her face, “More like ye olde diabetes in a box.” 

“Volunteers, prick up thine ears.” The lady rhymed, “Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud.” 

Wednesday picked up a part of the uniform, “Is this for muzzling tourists?” 

Y/n glanced over to where Eugene ate yet another piece of the fudge, cringing at the idea of consuming that much chocolate. Y/n turned for a moment before looking back to see a boy grab Eugene, but before she could do anything she watched as he threw up on the boys. She had to turn around at the sight of the vomit. Y/n however did make her way to the boys, in an inhumanly fast manner, once they tried to put Eugene in the stocks. 

Y/n put her hand on the top part of the stocks, to prevent it from closing on Eugene, “Let him go.” 

“You wanna end up in the stocks too?” One of the boys taunted. 

“Do you really want to get your ass handed to you,” Y/n feigned a sweet voice, “by a girl?” 

The boy grabbed Eugene and shoved him from the stocks and tried to grab Y/n, who was easily able to dodge his hand, instead moving to trip him. He growled as he got up and tried to hit her once more, but she grabbed his hand, twisting it to a painful angle and shoved him into the wooden frame. 

“What are you two standing here for?” Y/n asked, turning to the other boys. 

“I can’t get into more trouble with my dad.” The taller of the two spoke, before they both walked off. 

“Wait, Lucas!” The imprisoned boy called out. 

Y/n gave Eugene an almost pitiful look, only he couldn’t see it through her glasses, “Let's get you cleaned up.” 

Y/n was reminded of when she was alive and she took care of her younger brother. Back when both of them were alive, but now neither would know the way their skin would wrinkle. Neither knew the feeling of growing up and getting old, only Y/n got to continue her life in this realm while her brother did not. 

Eugene sat on a hay bail while Y/n kneeled in front of him to wipe his face, gently holding it as she did so. Letting her mind wander back all those years ago when she had done this to her dear younger brother William. The way he would squirm away from her grasp, and the two would laugh. 

“You okay there, Y/n?” Eugene asked, concern for the girl lacing his voice. 

“Yeah, uh my eyes just got really dry.” Y/n replied, using the back of her hand to wipe her face, consequently smearing the makeup she had put on earlier that morning. 

Wednesday appeared out of seemingly thin air behind Y/n, “What happened?” 

Y/n jumped and clutched at her chest, as if her heart could stop once more from the fright, “Jesus! How the hell do you manage to sneak up on me?” 

Eugene explained the way Y/n ‘saved his ass’, “I don’t really have anyone other than Y/n, if you can believe it.” 

“You said it yourself, Hummers stick together.” Wednesday says, a warm tone of what Y/n could only describe as fondness. 

“You're Like my brother Eugene.” Y/n never opened up about her time alive, so her saying this surprised both parties, “Back before…everything he was the kindest little boy. I think that if he would’ve made it into adolescence he would have been a lot like you Eugene, and I have a feeling I would have had to pick some fights for him.”

Wednesday didn’t know just how alike her and the girl were. 

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[sticksthestrangeone]

My love language is *boops your nose* *sits so that our legs are touching* *pokes your foot with my foot* *ruffles your hair* *pokes you* *walks close so we occasionally brush limbs* *leans against you when I’m tired*

#casual physical affection is just <3<3<3 #this applies for friends too ofc #if i boop your nose we’re friends thems the rules #love language #physical affection #golden retriever boy

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Act (Sidney Prescott X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Sidney Prescott X Fem!Reader

Universe: Scream

Warnings: Mild spoilers (following the plot of the 1st movie) Fake feelings

Request: omg i was just reading your rules/what you write for and i was wondering if you’d ever be willing to write a little sapphic sidney prescott x fem reader following the events of the first scream movie 🥺 maybe the reader was billy’s sister or smth too idk up to you on that one! skfjsjfjdj so few people write for horror/slashers and i love your work so much aaaahh  

The feeling of arms wrapping around Sidney’s neck suddenly made her nearly jump out of her seat, letting out a startled gasp as she turned a bit to see who it was who gave her such a scare. She heard your mischievous giggle first before she caught your grinning face before you buried your head in her neck, giving her a playful squeeze. Her heart immediately calmed, a pleasant smile on her face. “You need to announce yourself, you don’t make noise and you scare me half to death every time.” She complained, though as she said this, she found her own hands locking your arms in place as you swayed her side to side. 

“Yeah Y/N, if you don’t stop stalking around then the cops might pull you in for questioning.” Your brother Billy commented as he also joined the conversation, followed by Stu and Tatum. You unwrapped an arm from around Sidney to slap your brother’s arm before wrapping it back around her. Sid knew he was trying to brighten the mood, but it honestly didn’t do much for her. She honestly didn’t know how people were just going on about life like the recent murders weren’t worrying. 

“You down for a movie night?” You asked her, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

“I’m not sure…” Sidney responded, looking over her shoulder at you. She wanted to go- almost every fibre of her being wanted to spend time with you, but with the current situation, she wasn’t sure on the idea of being out of the safety of her own home with her dad.

“We’ll all be here. It was actually Billy’s idea- if we’re all together then if something does happen we can work together and we stand a better chance.” Stu mentioned, and you nodded along. Billy shrugged it off, trying to appear humble at the praise. That made her feel better, and after glancing back at you, seeing your hopeful smile, she caved in. 

“Alright, sounds good.” She agreed, before the bell rang. Everyone stood, starting to stroll to the school building with so many others. Stu started talking the ear off of Billy while Billy dragged you into it to poke a little bit of fun at his sister, from which you responded with your own snarky comment, playfully wrestling with him until he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up as you tried to kick Stu. Tatum left the side of her boyfriend to walk with Sid who stepped back to avoid any crossfire between you three. 

“If you want, I’ll get the boys to order takeout and I’ll force them downstairs so you two can get some alone time.” She offered in a whisper, Sidney’s head snapping to her best friend who gave her a playful grin. “Think you can get the kisses and cuddles out your system in 15 minutes?”

“Make it 20” She responded, offering a hand shake, making Tatum laugh but accept the handshake, before she went to go split you, Stu and Billy up as Stu now had your legs and the pair were swinging you back and forth and the steps to the school weren’t too far away. Billy put you down finally, and you turned to Sidney. 

“You got English right?” You asked, and she nodded, smiling as you came over to her, brushing the hair from her face. “Well, I’ll see you at break, in the meantime, take note of any movies you want to watch and any snacks- I’ll buy them for you, my treat.” You offered, before kissing your finger and booping it on the edge of her nose, making her scrunch it up, before Tatum and Stu called for her as they shared the lesson, and you waved at her as she walked in. Billy came and stood beside you as you crossed your arms. 

“You still down for the plan?” Billy asked. You looked at your brother for a moment, before smirking. 

“Of course I am. Why? Worried that I’m falling for my own act?” You asked as you both started walking into the school. Billy chuckled, wrapping his arm around his sister’s shoulder. 

“It’s not my fault you’re so good at the role of the sweet caring girlfriend- you’re so convincing. It’s foolproof.” 

“That’s the point though, right?” You responded as you continued to walk ahead. “She’s not gonna see it coming.”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[thefanficmonster]

An Impostor In Love

Sequel to ‘Love For The Faceless’ (’Body Reveal’)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Rae can’t stay mad at her best friends forever. Them being absolutely adorable doesn’t help her ‘pissed off’ act either. Y/N’s outing Corpse like she’s a human lie detector. Corpse is gushing about her every second word that comes out of his mouth. And the rest of the lobby are getting one hell of a kick out of the Among Us romantic comedy - An Impostor In Love

Requested but, once again, not in a typical way. I honestly wasn’t expecting all the positive feedback I got for Love For The Faceless (Body Reveal). I was star-struck! You guys are so amazing I have no words to describe just how much I love you all! Thank you for everything! This story is for all of you 🥰🥰🥰

“Mr. and Mrs. ‘Totally not dating’ have entered the call!“ Sean announces when I hop into the Discord call to play Among Us with the usual gang. I hear Corpse’s laugh from down the hall, bringing a smile to my face.

We’ve gotten used to playing in this arrangement, a few rooms away from each other, ever since we moved in together - Corpse is in his recording room and I am in our shared bedroom. When one dies, they go in the other’s room to troll them. I’m usually the one dead, but that’s besides the point.

“Hi everyone!“ I say in my typical cheery tone before kicking it done a few notches, making it an octave deeper just to say: “Hi Rae.”

The whole lobby laughs, they all know what I’m trying to do here. Everyone’s aware this is the first time Rae is in the same call and lobby as Corpse and I after you-know-which incident. Sure, I’ve been poking sticks at her, waving a white flag and admitting I was wrong several times by now. Who knew my sweetheart best friend could act so cold? I know it’s a front. I know she’s fighting to stay mad. There’s a ton of pressure on her to finally forgive us, but she’s been holding up better than I would be if I were in her situation.

I honestly felt, and still feel, slightly guilty. I know best friends are supposed to tell each other everything. They are supposed to be the first ones to know whatever’s going on in each other’s lives. And I know I broke one of the main rules of friendships, but the decision wasn’t only mine to make. I’m sure she understands where I’m coming from, she’s just giving me and Corpse a hard time.

“Hello, Y/N.” She replies, her tone strictly formal.

“Progress, people! Progress!“ I say joyously, the smile turning into a grin 

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get her eventually.“ Corpse reassures me as he’s done for the past week or two. He knew I wasn’t as unbothered by Rae’s anger towards me as I tried to appear - a pro and simultaneously a con of living with someone: they pick up on everything about you. You become as familiar to them as the back of their hand.

“I know, I know.“ I giggle, “She’ll cave.“

“Yeah, good luck with that.“ Rae has dropped the formal tone, now sounding like a stubborn child which is something I’m way more familiar with. I’ve dealt with her tantrums and childish outbursts - I don’t know which number it is, but it’s somewhere in the rule book of friendships - and I at least the approximate meaning behind it. 

Ken puts an end to our friendly, stick-poking, sorta one-sided banter, ushering us to start the game. We all oblige, muting our mics and getting our heads in the game as though we’re about to enter an actual warzone with upmost stealth.

To my dismay, the screen flashes ‘Crewmate’. I head out of cafeteria to do my task in Weapons, staying weary of anyone within my proximity. Once I’m done, I head on down to Shields and complete my task there as well. I cringe when I’m done, knowing my last three tasks are in Electrical. Like, the fuck kind of luck do I have?

I make my way through the halls, running into Sykkuno and we circle around each other a few times to show we’re safe before we each continue our own way. I enter Electrical and.....oh Felix is dead. And oh lookie who’s right there...

I report the body before the impostor can and we all unmute our mics.

“Found him in Electrical.“ I say nonchalantly, “Didn’t see anyone in there though.“ 

“Anyone sus?“ Sean asks

We say our ‘no’s and ‘I don’t know’s and skip the vote. I’m smirking to myself as I head back down to Electrical. Walking in, I see the same person as before - Rae. I stop dead in my tracks and we just stare at each other for a few seconds before she comes towards me, circling me twice, bumping visors with me and venting out of the room.

“You’re welcome.“ I mumble, smiling widely.

I finish my tasks and leave Electrical just as Corpse enters our bedroom, giving me this tired-parent look like he’s half disappointed and half amused. “You just threw the game, didn’t you? Don’t lie.” He raises his eyebrows, fully adopting his parent role.

I giggle, shaking my head, sending him the briefest of glances before my eyes fixate on the screen in utter shock - Sean just killed me. Oh, for fuck’s sake...

“I was gonna come clean eventually, but I guess they won’t hear it from me now.“ I shrug, lifting my laptop and setting it aside so Corpse can join me on the bed. I snuggle up to him immediately, drawn to him as though he’s a human magnet.

“Who was it?“ He asks me, running his hands through my hair in a soothing manner.

I frown, pulling away from his chest to look him in the eyes, “Wait, how did you know I threw the game if you don’t know who I threw it for?”

He smirks, shrugging, “I didn’t know. You were smiling downright evilly when I came in so I just assumed.” He boops my nose. “And you ratted yourself out.”

I narrow my eyes at him, blowing some air out my nose - a gesture that has become my only way of showing anger towards him. I literally can’t even voice when I’m upset with him cause the grudge lasts like .5 seconds. I let him get away with more than he should.

Seeing as how I can’t argue to his statement, I lean back into his chest and pull out my phone to pass the time while I pretend to give him the silent treatment. Among my notifications is one for Rae’s stream. I smile and tap it, being taken to her YouTube channel and her live stream.

Just when the stream loads, Rae finds my dead body in Storage.

“Oh, nooooooo! Y/N!“ She wines as she goes over to it, “Sean must’ve killed her.” She reports the body and unmutes herself in game, “The body’s in Storage. I was on my way to call an emergency meeting cause I saw Sean vent in Security.”

“WHAT?!“ Sean exclaims in shock, “I didn’t! Rae’s lying. I swear I didn’t! I wasn’t even in Security!“

“Sean has been following me around this whole time. Just saying.“ Ken joins the discussion, throwing even more suspicion on Sean.

“We gotta vote someone.“ Charlie says, “Might as well be the most sus person at the moment.“

The voting results show all the little astronaut icons on Sean except his which is on Rae. Sean gets launched into space and the game continues. Having muted her mic in-game, Rae speaks up: “Y/N has been avenged. No one kills my best friend.”

I’m staring at my phone screen, eyes wide, eyebrows raised, a huge smile on my face. I take a glance at Corpse out of the corner of my eye and see he’s just as pleasantly surprised as I am.

“For those of you asking if I’m still mad at her and Corpse, the answer’s no. Actually, I think I was never mad. I was just in shock and a little hurt that I wasn’t made aware sooner.“ Rae says as she keeps wandering around the map, “Then I realized not talking to my best friend hurt more than the betrayal, you know. The only reason I still pretend is because it’s really funny to see her trying to soften me up.“ She laughs, “But yeah. I don’t know what I’d do without her or Corpse in my life. I love them both and love them even more together. My best friends are dating, I still can’t wrap my brain around that! They are sooo cute, you guys! I wish they posted more content of them together. I’m literally simping over their relationship! But shh, don’t tell em I said that.”

I laugh, overjoyed by what I just heard. I knew she couldn’t still be mad at us. I know she has every right to be, but she’s too sweet to actually hold a grudge against anyone ever.

I suddenly want nothing more than to give her an enormous hug and hold onto her for as long as she’d let me. I just now realize how lonely it feels to have never hugged your best friend because you haven’t hung out together in person. The only reason Rae now knows what I look like is because I sent her a full body picture of myself as one of my sad attempts to get her to start talking to us again. We have never met in person, and that thought kills me. It makes me impatient for this pandemic to end even more than before. 

“Told you there was nothing to worry about.“ Corpse’s arms tighten their hold on my body, pulling me even closer which I didn’t know was possible. The most fulfilling and endearing feeling - being in the arms of a loved one. Being held so close and so tightly that you feel like you’re untouchable. Like you two can’t be hurt by anything in the world as long as you have each other.

“Yeah, you were right.“ I sigh in content, putting my phone down and covering his hands with mine, our rings clinking quietly when they touch.

“As usual...“ he whispers theatrically with his lips against my hair.

I playfully roll my eyes, catching glimpse of the screen showing Rae’s demise. 

“Oh no, they caught her.“ I say, a bit disappointed she didn’t win and more than a bit responsible for her defeat.

I somehow manage to convince myself to get untangled from Corpse’s embrace and join the new round. I hear him groan as I settle my computer in my lap, unmuting my mic.

“See ya, kitten.“ Corpse kisses my temple, standing up.

“Oh my God, you two are too cute.“ Poki says sweetly, having heard what Corpse said to me.

“SIMP!“ Sean and Felix shout in unison causing the whole lobby to laugh. Corpse is as red as Rae’s avatar as he exists our room, running down the hallway.

“Ok, ok, ok. Hold on. I have to address this. I really hadn’t stepped foot in Security, let alone vented in there. Rae why were you lying?“ Sean’s voice cuts through the teasing directed towards Corpse and I.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Felix speaks up as well, making me break out in a nervous sweat, “Y/N, you literally saw Rae kill me, but you said you didn’t see anyone.“ He laughs, “Not gonna lie, I was a bit pissed.“

The call falls silent for about five seconds until Rae and I speak simultaneously.

“I was avenging Y/N.“

“I was helping Rae.“

Silence follows our statements, not for long though, as our friends break out in amused laughter.

“Fuck’s sake, you two make a good team.“ Sean says through genuine laughter which Rae and I soon join him in.

Felix and Sean and the rest of the lobby forgive us for throwing the game from both the crewmate and impostor’s side and we move onto another round. This time I have only one task in Electrical which I leave for last as always. I don’t feel like dying right from the get-go. I start by doing the card swipe in Admin and then the fuel task in Storage. As I make my way to Upper Engine, Corpse leaves Electrical, falling in step with me. I immediately get nervous, but still make my way to where I’m supposed to go, hoping he’d go his own way eventually. 

I stay wary of my boyfriend as I do my task, praying he won’t take my head off. When the task is finished, I find I’m trapped in the room with the doors shut. And Corpse right there. With every right and opportunity to kill me and vent. No one would know. No one saw us. 

That nervous sweat is back. 

I’m counting my last seconds of being alive.

And it happens...

A body is reported

“Oh than you so so so much! Corpse was gonna kill me in Upper Engine!“ I don’t let the person who reported the body speak, thanking them for my survival. “I was sure I was a goner.“

“Babe, come on now. You know I wouldn’t kill you even if I was an impostor. I love you too much.“ Corpse hurries to defend himself, “I’m following you around to keep you safe.“

I can tell he’s capping, but I have no concrete proof. He knows I’m onto him. His best bet is having me killed by the other impostor. He might have been capping the majority of his defense, but I know he won’t kill me.

“I’ll vote for myself because of that one.“ I mumble

The vote is skipped except the one vote I placed on myself and the round continues. I follow Corpse around the whole time, making sure he’s completing tasks - not that I can be 100% certain he’s actually completing them.

All is well until we walk into Admin and find Felix there, uploading data. Corpse, dead-ass, goes up to him and kills him, reporting the body right afterwards.

“IT’S CORPSE!“ I don’t give him a chance to start his brainwashing of the rest of the players. “Felix, this is my redemption for leaving your death unavenged last round.“

“Yeah, it’s me.“ Corpse laughs, that adorable laugh of his melting me despite the need to stay strong and carry out my argument, “Just vote me out so I can go troll Y/N.“

“Sounds like a plan to me.“ Ken says, the remainder of the crewmates, and the impostor probably, agreeing with him.

The votes are put in, all on Corpse obviously, and he is sent off into space. Not even five seconds later I hear his footsteps approaching. 

I look up when he pops his head in the room and says, “I have come to annoy you to death with my love for you.”

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. The things this man does to me are insane. It’s insane that I let him. 

It’s amazing, really. We’re amazing.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I pat the spot on the bed next to me, “I’ll allow it. But only cause I love you too.”

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[obeymeluv]

QUICK! KISS ME! [Bros x Reader]

A lead-up blurb before I go to bed.

School is killing me. This has been in the drafts far longer than I wanted.

No offense if your name is Bethany. It’s a name I picked at random.

The follow-up piece will have the kiss scenarios.

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Some of Asmo’s friends may have used you to get into a special makeup event, but it’s okay! They bought you a lip gloss as a thank you! The shade ‘Sealed with a Kiss’ was not what you thought it’d be

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Being one of the first humans in the Devildom could be uncomfortable and sometimes down-right dangerous! It also had its perks. To you, that meant being close with the Seven Lords of Hell (and Diavolo). To other lesser demons and classmates, you were kind of a ‘get out of jail’ free card.

Were they late to class? Oh, just helping the human out!

Caught sneaking in food or drink when they weren’t supposed to? It’s to split with the human, of course! They thought you’d love to try it!

Everyone was keen not to overuse it and you’d actually made good friends this way. It was starting to feel less like an excuse and more of a way to be included. You were the friendly, reliable human that had won hearts and saved some asses. As a thank you, one of your closer friends (a repeat offender for lateness), invited you out to an exclusive makeup release. She was a VIP member and had early access an hour before the store opened to the Devildom public. 

The fact that she chose you, a human, over some LITERAL century-old friends caused a bit of tension but she could care less. “I’ve seen them every day for over a hundred years. You get one year, and we’re going to make it awesome!” Bethany breezed through the store at a dizzying pace, picking through concealers and opening a box of mascara to look at the packaging. She moved at a pace only demons could manage; you thought you saw her by the nail polish display but when you looked again she was throwing sheet masks in her basket. Hooking her arm with yours, she picked up some foundation on the way back to the coveted display of lip glosses and lipsticks.

You weren’t totally versed in the differences between Devildom makeup and human world makeup. In all honesty, there didn’t seem to be a difference. Bethany swatched powdery cream lipsticks on her wrist and followed with ribbons of liquid lipstick. Every now and then she dotted them on your arm; she was adamant about finding a shade the both of you could wear as your thing.  

“This one,” she decided, waving the tube at you and booping your nose with it carefully. “This is our color!” she took you by the hand and joined the checkout line. She had two in her hand but refused to let you so much as hold one, wanting to pay for it first. It wasn’t technically breaking the purchase limit rule; if they tried to nag her she’d just say she was holding onto it so another demon didn’t bully you out of it. You didn’t know if it was her VIP status or the fact that her defense made sense, but you were able to check out without a problem.

A few sour faces and mean glares met you outside but Bethany ignored it all, eager to have a Devilgram-worthy celebratory snack break (snack victory? You know, since you got the makeup?) The plan was to eat, hold down a table at the nearby cafe while her other friends shopped, and have group makeovers (or try-ons) before calling it a day. That plan was interrupted three bites into a croissant sandwich when Lucifer summoned you back to the House of Lamentation. He’d gotten wind of all the girls you’d be with and didn’t feel totally comfortable letting you hang out with them,

Had Barbatos seen something? Did Lucifer feel spurned that you weren’t hanging out with the Seven Lords of the Devildom? He gave no answer, simply asking you to stay put while someone came to escort you back to the house. Bethany was put off by the turn of events but few people dared to complain about the Seven Lords due to their connections with Diavolo (she was no exception). “If we can’t get the full makeover, we’re getting the selfie!” she declared, deftly breaking the seal to her Sealed with a Kiss gloss and swiping it on with help from the front-facing camera on her D.D.D

You busied yourself with opening your tube. Before you could ask for her phone (since the camera was already open), she took the tube from you and tilted your chin up. She dabbed the center of your lips playfully before carefully tracing your lips with the color. The heat rose in your cheeks and she smirked. Being part succubus, she could draw energy from emotions like embarrassment and the feeling of being flattered. Her fingertips pulsed under your chin as she drew on that energy. 

Getting energy sucked could feel like a lot of things -- being light-headed, getting a rush of excitement, all prickly and tingly like your whole body was pins and needles. Whatever it was, it usually faded into drowsiness and kittenish contentment. She probably only touched your chin for seconds but the wash of coziness had you melting against your chair, your cheek cradled in her palm. 

Did she take the pic? What was happening? It felt like Asmodeus had materialized out of thin air, helping you stand and making small-talk with Bethany before pulling you away, out of her aura that was trying to suckle the vestiges of happy energy you offered.

“And what shade did you get on those pretty lips, hm?” the cotton fell out of your head and ears, allowing you to really hear Asmo now that the aura effects had worn off.

“Uh,” you fished around in your bag and looked at the packaging. “Sealed with a Kiss.”

Asmodeus stopped so abruptly it’d almost yanked you back to him. The two of you were barely tangled at the pinkies and now he’d completely laced your hands together. He held your hands captive, drawing them up in surprise and basically dragging you into his torso. You were forced to look up into glittering pink eyes and if you didn’t know any better, they looked a little panicked.

“How long ago did you apply it?”

“I don’t know.” you blinked helplessly at him. That energy suck thing had a way of making your brain tune out and turn to pudding. That aside, who knows how long Asmo stood there and talked to Bethany while you were being siphoned?! “Bethany applied it, not me.”

Asmo clicked his tongue, huffed, resigned himself to only holding one hand. and started scrolling on his D.D.D to find that selfie Bethany posted. You were being dragged along like a child as Asmo’s shoes clicked towards the House of Lamentation. It amazed you how well he could navigate his D.D.D with his long, painted nails. 

Whatever he was looking for, he found it.

Asmodeus tucked his D.D.D into his pants pocket, scooped you up in a way that terrified and amazed you (two people being supported by one set of heels?), and flew to the House of Lamentation. He didn’t always use his wings, as he preferred to decorate them and maintain them with oils, but the fact that he was flying made you nervous.

What had he found? What was the deal?

“Asmo--” you started nervously, the flapping of his wings nearly drowning you out as he pushed himself. Flying against the wind didn’t help. Your hair was a mess and the wind was in your face; the Devildom was always a little chilly but now it was enough to make your face tingly.

“She gave you enchanted makeup. There is a reason humans don’t use enchanted makeup.” Asmo’s pretty brows furrowed as he cut a hard angle and glided over a portion of the square. The tell-tale thicket of trees that lined the winding path back to the House of Lamentation were on the edge of the horizon.

“What’s going to happen?” should you ask that? Did you really want to know?

“You’ll feel something in your lips--some people felt tingling, some people felt pulsing, it can be anything, I think--and then they’ll seal shut.”

“SHUT?!” you yelped. It was enough to make Asmo wince. The startle carried over to his wings; they shuddered and locked; the two of you dropped for a heartbeat or two before he corrected himself.

“If I can’t get some makeup remover on it first.” Asmo panted, tucking his wings in and preparing for a quick descent. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought to teleport first--the panic? Trying to one-up Bethany by walking home and being extra cute with hand-holding?--but a quick touch down could roll into a simple skip teleportation and everything should work out!

“But my lips are already tingly!”

“Ugh, Bethany! I can’t believe you! I mean, I can because it’s you, but really, Bethany?”

“Asmo, focus!” you’d already skipped several feet ahead, clearing the front yard in two teleports. The third put you in the foyer. “I don’t want my lips to seal shut!”

The House of Lamentation was huge but when the occupants had supernatural hearing, that exclamation turned heads. 

“What’s this about your lips sealing shut?” Lucifer appeared at the top of his stairs, his head already shaking.

“DID YOU MAKE A PACT WITH A WITCH?!” Mammon screamed down the hall, clearly not far behind.

Asmo scoffed, lowering his D.D.D with a pout. He was halfway up the main stairs, fingers working at lightning speed. “It’s the lip color!” he explained, stomping his foot. Noisy people were just so annoying! If everyone was talking he couldn’t explain! How rude! 

“All this over some makeup?” skeptical Satan peered over the banister, book and arm casually propped up on it.

“If two people apply the color and kiss, they’re locked in a makeout session until it dries down. When one person applies the lip color, they can use it like a cheat sheet to see who secretly wants to kiss them,” his words tapered out from authoritatively informed to quiet and shy. “It’s from their ‘Liquid Love’ collection.” he muttered into the stunned silence of the room.

You were trying to open your lips and ask why. The magic had already taken hold. Asmodeus could see you trying to move your lips and strain your chin. Luckily, demons could read minds. “It’s because Bethany is stupid.” Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “Ambitious, but stupid.”

“Please explain, Asmo.” even when using the dear nickname Lucifer couldn’t hide the demand. His demon aura was creeping up his body and slowly becoming jagged and suffocating.

“Bethany has had a HUGE crush on our little human here, and wanted to seal it with a kiss, so to speak.” Asmo’s cheeks got pinker and pinker as he explained. Mostly because he was mad he didn’t think about it. His heart did something funny at the thought of you kissing someone else. Lucifer also looked like he wanted to murder someone about now, and Asmo had to remind himself that he was being looked through, not looked at.   

“Just grab a napkin and wipe it off.” Mammon shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Asmodeus shook his head angrily. “It’s too late now. We need to find someone for them to kiss! Someone’s lips will break the seal on theirs...that’s kind of the point of the enchantment.”

“So they just pick someone to kiss?” Levi’s face was turning tomato red. Would it be him?! It would at least be one of them, right? What if your person wasn’t in the House of Lamentation and you NEVER SPOKE AGAIN?!

“Sort of.” Asmo patted your shoulders with his gentle, smooth hands. He started to rub them like he was trying to warm you up. Partly in encouragement and partly to get your attention because he could feel your brain spiraling down into panic. “They basically follow their mouth.”

“So that lip color is like a crush detector?” Satan abandoned his book at the top of the stairs and was now perusing articles on his D.D.D as he sauntered down the steps. It sounded like he’d found the one that sent Asmo flying to the House of Lamentation.

“Basically.” Asmo sighed. It was the stupidest way to confess to someone, he thought. Demon to demon, it was fine. Demon to human?! NO! The whole thing gave him a headache. The fact that Bethany thought she could just steal your little lips and be greedy with them was the biggest annoyance of it all.

“So,” Satan’s green eyes cut sharply from his phone to you. The corner of his lips curled up in a smart little smirk. He knew it was wrong to find your predicament so funny, but this was a very human thing to get mixed up in. “Who do your lips want? Who do you feel yourself being drawn to?”

#Blurb #Lead-up #Obey me! x reader #Asmodeus x Reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Satan x Reader #Beelzebub x Reader #Beel x Reader #Belphegor x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Levi x Reader

[keisurin]

#if life was a movie then you’re the best part

#ft; oikawa, iwaizumi & suna x gn!reader

#teen romance movie scenarios<3 + hqboys as actors

#it might look like im bashing netflix but im not HHSHS

oikawa: “you’re the one i want.” he plays the popular boy at school and yn is just seen as someone average but oh no they’re so much more than that and this guy saw it. makes the effort to talk to yn but they assumed he was playing games and just pranking. until they noticed the way he was genuinely nice and gave him a chance. after getting close, yn is still insecure and scared especially with oikawa’s fans around and he’s a popular boy, he could leave you anytime soon for someone new, right? wrong, you’re the only one he wants and wouldn’t pick anyone else than you.

> netflix movie type beat. oikawa is really popular in the netflix original category but it’s the movies that are actuallly good!!

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iwaizumi: “let’s skip the the wedding.” in a teen rebellion movie, bad boy that snatched the goody two shoes, yn. yn comes from a prestigious family and always followed the rules until, he came. eventually they dated in secret. they both automatically knew they were never going to leave each other’s side. might end up with them running away because,, they’re rebels😎

>iwaizumi is a hearthrob in the filming industry and so popular with being the bad boy or just overall a dominating guy. especially with his body? catch him acting in not only romance but action movies<3 potentially hollywood famous.

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suna: party setting, “hey, isn’t that your ex?” your friend asked pointing at your one and only ex lover, suna rintarou. the way he looks at you. the lights flashed on his eyes and the green was almost emerald. the colour was nostalgic to you. you remember staring at them for hours, but that’s just a memory. perhaps a rekindle of love or is there something deeper to the story? you’re the protagonist with suna as your love interest.

>he’s a big shot in romance movies, especially ones with heavy drama and angst. he just has that face you know? he’s put girls through heartbreak. (irl he would never just an idea.) he’s 10/10 hollywood famous, is scared acting in a netflix movie might hurt his career or waste his talent.

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tsukishima: “you’re so stupidly in love with me!” you boop tsukishima’s nose teasing him. you both we’re on your first date and you just happened to catch him staring at you. hear me out, it’s a romcom. he’s just so brutally sarcastic yet so soft with you. definitetly lot of scenes where he’s asking his fellow first year buddies in karasuno how to ask you out. as he’s hurting his pride, the first years continuously just always have new plans. on your side you and tsukishima has always been best friends. the feeling was mutal between you two and it just so happens that you both confess the same time?

>tsukishima has definitely acted in deeper movies but he silently and secretly loves in being in comedy movies. it may be out of his comfort zone but he does like a good laugh. he’s popular everywhere honestly. sometimes he prefers being a side character.

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[firstofficerwiggles]

Chapter 5: How the Paintball Battle Was Won

Links to Chpt. 4 , Chpt. 6

Pairing: The Mandalorian x female reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Canonical violence, PTSD for the reader, angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: ~6400

Author’s note: So this chapter gets more angsty, but I promise it is sandwiched in there between some humor and some serious fluff along with some Domestic!Din thrown in there for good measure. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter! (Also, smut is coming in the next chapter for those of you who are thirsty for it.)

“Paintball?” You look up at Mando in surprise, “Isn’t this a game for teenagers?” He’s brought you to a dusty town on Baros with a few hole-in-the-wall cantinas and a sleepy looking marketplace in the middle of nowhere to play paintball?

“I wasn’t sure if it would still be here, but they’re open,” Mando sounds chipper. “I haven’t been here in years.”

“You used to come here and play paintball?” The idea seems ludicrous, that Mando, a seasoned warrior and top bounty hunter, would be playing a game that requires shooting brightly colored balls of paint at your opponents.

“When I was younger and first in the Fighting Corps, we trained here on Baros for a time. We used to sneak out when we had breaks between training sessions to come and play with the local kids.” Mando’s voice sounds nostalgic and happy as he remembers his youth. “I’m sure now that our commanders knew what we were up to, but it gave us additional fighting practice, so I don’t think they minded.”

You try to imagine Mando as a teen boy stealing away with his friends from a probably rigid training schedule to play fake war games with other kids. It’s a charming thought, but it’s hard to picture when you look at the man now. But he’s right, it would have been decent training too… oh, now you understand.

“This is so I can practice shooting live, moving targets.” You’re on to his plan.

“What?” Mando is all innocence, “I just thought since we’re here, we ought to have some fun.”

“I know you think I can’t tell, but I feel you smirking at me under there.” You tell him pointing towards the helmet.

Mando simply chuckles at you and gives your hand a tug towards the entrance.

“What about the baby?” You ask, hoping to stall a little, “He can’t play paintball.”

“He’ll be safe in his pram, and you’ll have a chance to practice protecting him too.” Mando replies. He’s clearly thought this out.

“That might be too advanced for me to focus on shooting targets and guarding the child,” you tell him.

“Yes, but I’ll be here to help you.” His voice sounds warm as he tells you, “You’re going to be great, c’mon.”

The owner of the paintball place seems delighted to see Mando and tells the rest of the patrons in the prep area that they are in for a real treat today. Most of the other people here are teenaged boys, but you’re surprised to see a couple of adults here too including a few other women. Perhaps you were too quick to judge. The teen boys are in sheer awe of Mando and after they openly gawk at him for a few minutes, they’re pestering the owner to find out if they can request that Mando be on their team.

“Teams will be by random draw as always, although people paying together will automatically be put on the same team unless they request otherwise.” The owner tells everyone waiting. “Now, please enter the locker area to suit up and stow away personal belongings.”

You’ve been given protective gear and a helmet to wear to ensure your safety during the game. While the paintballs aren’t lethal, they can still hurt quite a lot without protection. Mando watches as you gear up, and when you’re done you can’t help but goof around and strike a model pose.

“How do I look?” You can still manage to make flirty eyes at him, as although your helmet covers most of your face, the visor only has light tinting so your eyes are still quite visible.  

“You’re adorable,” he tells you. It’s been a little over a week since your trip to Canto Bight and your first Keldabe kiss with Mando, and he’s been growing more affectionate with you, particularly with compliments. He’s still rather shy about physical affection though, almost as if he thinks he’s limited to only a certain number of touches a day.

“Ok, everyone, let’s go over the rules.” The owner calls everyone to his attention and reviews the rules of the game, which are basically, if you get shot three times in a ‘critical target area’ as indicated on your protective gear, you are out of the game.

“Today’s game is your basic brawl. The last team with the most players remaining when the buzzer sounds will be the winners. However, we have a special guest and special rules that will add to the challenge!” The man gestures towards Mando, “If you want to take out the Mandalorian, you need three hits somewhere not on the armor, and good luck with that!” The man says it in such a way that he’s confident no one will be able to get Mando out of the game.

Before the game begins, you check on the child to make sure he’ll be ok. He has his favorite silver ball and a couple other toys with him in his pram, and you’ve tucked in few snacks that he likes in case he gets hungry.

“Ok, sweetie, you’re going to play with your toys and keep the pram closed until Mando or I open it,” you tell him. He coos at you in response and you give his nose a little boop before securing the pram.

“Here, put this on,” Mando hands you a metal wrist cuff with various buttons, “It’s linked to the pram like my vambraces, so that way the child will follow you wherever you go.” He quickly shows you how the buttons operate.

You and Mando get assigned to the red team and are issued paintball guns filled with the appropriate colored balls. There are three teen boys, a man, and another woman on your team. The teen boys are vibrating with excitement at being on Mando’s team; they keep calling him ‘sir’ and asking for ‘battle advice’. Mando is very kind to them, and answers all of their questions in a serious manner. It’s quite sweet really, how nice he is to them, but you’ve noticed that’s generally who he is, so long as that person cannot be perceived as a threat. With your team agreeing on Mando’s plans for the battle, followed by a loud war cry whoop from the boys, you head out to your designated starting positions.

Your adrenaline is pumping and when a loud bell rings out to indicate the start of the game, you’re almost as keyed up as the teenagers around you.  Mando’s plan calls for your team to be on the defensive and wait for the other teams to come to you, allowing you all to maintain better positions and hold on to better cover for as long as possible. It’s a good plan and fairly soon, some of the teen boys from the green team have charged over to your area recklessly, making them easier targets. You get off a couple shots, but your nerves get the best of you and you miss wildly. Fortunately, only Mando seems to notice as your other teammates are on target and dispatch the boys without anyone on your team getting hit.

“It’s alright, just breathe,” he tells you, “Remember you’re a good shot, I know you are.” He places a hand between your shoulders and rubs lightly to help calm you down. He points towards something moving in the bushes to your right and taps your shoulder. You can see another player advancing towards your position.

“Aim your weapon, take a deep breath,” Mando instructs you, “and shoot.” You pull the trigger and watch as your paintball splatters bright red on the other player’s chest plate. You remember quickly that you need two more shots to eliminate your target and so you shoot again. It ends up taking you five more shots but in the end, you’re victorious.

“I actually did it!” you squeal a little in delight and Mando gives your waist a small squeeze.

“Great job, cyar’ika!”

Hmm, there’s that foreign word again. It’s the second time he’s said it to you, and you think it must be Mando’a but you haven’t thought to ask him about it yet. You’re about to say something when a yellow paintball suddenly bursts on Mando’s left pauldron. You instantly whip your head around and fire off shots in the direction of the shooter. A sudden fierceness overtakes you in your determination to take out the player. You channel all your focus into your aim and once again, you are successful, only faster this time.

“That was even better,” Mando tells you, and your heart soars at his praise. He hasn’t even bothered to take a shot yet, he just seems content to watch you.

The game continues and it seems that the other players have caught on to your team’s plan, which leads to a break in the action. Everyone huddles together for a moment, and you realize the rest of your team are waiting for Mando’s instructions.

“So, Mando, what do we do next?” you ask him.

“What do you think our strategy should be?” he counters.

“Well, it seems like we’ve taken out quite a lot of the green team, so I say we head towards the yellow team’s area and try to lower their numbers more.” You figure this is the best way to ensure that your team will have the most active players in the end.

“Why don’t we finish off the green team first? You know, get them while they’re weak,” one of the other players suggests.

“No, her plan makes the best sense,” Mando says in support of your idea, “If we want to be the winners, we have to make sure the yellow team has more casualties.” There’s something about the way he says this that gives you a sense of pride. He’s not just going along with your suggestion because he likes you, it’s because he trusts your judgement and he agrees with it.

You set out in an attack formation as directed by Mando in search of the yellow team. He’s stationed you towards the rear of the group allowing the child’s floating pram to stay behind you, meanwhile he’s positioned himself at the front as an attractive target. You don’t love the idea of Mando making himself the bait, but you recognize that his strategy is logical as the challenge of taking out the Mandalorian will be too tempting for the others to pass up on and thus it should be easier for the rest of you to hit them.

The plan works perfectly and as a barrage of paintballs are launched in Mando’s direction, your team begins methodically targeting the yellow team. You try not to watch as more yellow paint splashes onto Mando’s beskar, because each time it does you feel a spike of irrational anger, how dare they shoot at your Mando. As for himself, Mando is finally shooting off paintballs of his own, but you get the impression that he’s doing so rather leisurely, like he’s not really putting in too much effort. Must be taking it easy on everyone.

Things seems quiet for a moment and you turn to check on the little guy’s pram. It’s still closed up and he’s safe and sound. You’re just turning back to look over your shoulder when a green paintball hits you in the side, right where there’s no padding. It’s surprisingly painful and you double-over, grasping at your side. Mando’s reaction is swift. He quickly dispatches the green shooter and then rushes over to you.

“Are you hurt? Do you need help?” His voice is full of concern.

“I’m fine,” you wheeze out, “just stings.”

“Take a moment and breathe,” he says as he tucks his left arm around you to hold you close to him while he proceeds to keep shooting with his right. It suddenly strikes you as incredibly attractive how he’s managing to comfort you and still fight at the same time.  

You can’t keep yourself from telling him, “Maker, you’re hot.”

“What?” He looks down at you for a second, a little surprised.

“Nothing, I’m just impressed by you.” You laugh a little and pull away so you can go back to the game.

The game continues for a while longer and you’re astounded by how much you’ve gotten into it. You no longer feel nervous about shooting at other people and you’re caught up in wanting to help your team win. You get hit a couple more times, but luckily they manage to miss the critical targets so when the buzzer sounds, you’ve managed to be one of the ‘survivors’. You run over to Mando to assess his ‘damage’ and while he has yellow and green paint splotches all over his beskar, he has only one green spot on his arm in the unarmored section near his elbow, which means that no one managed to successfully remove him from the game either. After a brief count, your team is announced as the victors by just one player. Your whole team cheers and exchanges high fives as you congratulate each other.

“See, I told you it would be fun,” Mando leans down close to you, “You were great, I was impressed too.” He brings his helmet down to touch the crown of yours.

You don’t have a chance to say anything back as the teen boys are at Mando’s side begging him to take a holophoto with them. Mando dutifully poses with the boys as you help out by acting as the photographer. You pull out your own holopad and snap a few holos too for your own enjoyment later.  

You return to the locker room to get cleaned up and back into your regular clothes. You’re securing your holster belt with its real blaster when you realize again how thankful you are that Mando’s gone out of his way to help you learn so much about fighting, even to the point where he found a way to make sure it would be enjoyable.

You head over to where he’s cleaning the paint off his armor with a bucket of water and some rags. It must be a bit hard to do though because there’s no mirror to help him see all the areas that need to be cleaned. You pick up one of the rags.

“Have a seat and I’ll help you get cleaned up,” you say as you motion to a bench.

“Thanks, it’s hard to do without being able to take it off,” he tells you.

He sits with his legs akimbo and you step between them to get better access to the beskar. Fortunately, the paint washes off without much effort, but there’s so much of it and you want to be sure to get it out of the small ridges and furrows of the armor.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you tell him as you clean, “It really was fun and I think you’re right, it was good training.”

“You’re welcome,” Mando says warmly, and he brings his hands up to your hips to pull you in a little closer. He leaves his hands there as you move to clean his helmet and begins tracing little patterns with his thumbs. His touch is simple, but it makes you feel so fluttery inside. You look down at his visor and give him a little smile as you wipe a streak of gloopy green paint from the crown of his helmet.

“It drives me crazy when you look at me like that,” he tells you with his hands tightening on your hips.

“How am I looking at you?” Your smile widens.

“Like you have a secret and you’re daring me to find out what it is,” he says, his voice sounding deeper.

You chuckle, and as you finish cleaning his helmet you drop your lips down and give it a kiss, “Is that so?” you ask in a coquettish tone and you give him a wink.

Mando groans at you and pulls you in closer, “I’ve had enough being in public, let’s get back to the Crest,” he says. His words and the timbre of his voice fill you with dark excitement, and you nod your head in response.

You bid goodbye to your teammates and hurry out into the street, heading in the direction of the ship. You’re only a short distance from the Razor Crest when you hear a laser bolt whiz past you. You draw your blaster and turn towards the source of the bolt where you see five armed men bearing down on you, Mando, and the child. “Hunters!” Mando shouts to you as he returns fire.

Another blast comes from behind you and you whip around to see three more shooters trying to box you in. Like Mando, you shoot back, your fight mode coming out in full force. You manage to shoot one of the hunters in the chest and you see him fall. You don’t dwell on it though as you scan the area for a possible escape route. You feel Mando tug on your sleeve as he gestures to the left where you can see a small side street. You rush towards the street as fast as you can while Mando provides cover. You’re still wearing the wrist cuff from before so the baby’s pram is following after you. You feel a sharp burning sensation in your side and it almost knocks you to the ground, but your determination to get away is stronger and you push your legs to keep you running.

The narrow street spills out into a broader avenue that is now bustling with activity. You bump into people as you try to get away and it makes you stumble. You look around wildly for help but everyone seems oblivious to your distress. The baby’s pram is still right with you and you’re relieved to see it’s still closed up tightly. But where is Mando? You thought he was right behind you but now you don’t see him anywhere. You turn back to the narrow side street when you see one of the hunters come barreling out of it. He fires several bolts in your direction, one of which ricochets off the pram. People scream and scatter. A primal protectiveness surges within you as all you can think about is how you won’t let this man hurt your child and so you raise your blaster and shoot him twice in the chest. He falls to the ground, but something in you won’t let you stop. You keep moving toward him until you’re standing over him and then you shoot him in the head to make sure he can’t hurt either of you. You should probably feel guilty about killing him, but you don’t. You look down the street, worried that you’ll see another hunter heading your direction, but it seems quiet. You pant as you try to catch your breath and now you realize just how badly your side is hurting, you think it must be from before where the paintball hit you but when you look down you see your shirt is soaked with blood. You sag against a building as you realize you’ve been shot. A woman sees you and hurries over to help,

“We have to get you to a doctor right away,” she’s saying.

“Wait, I need Man-, I need to find Man- Mando.” The pain is making it hard to speak.

“It’s alright, your child’s pram is right here.” She doesn’t understand.

You sway on your feet and she quickly places an arm around you to help you walk. “Don’t try to talk, dear,” she’s telling you as she drags you towards a medical clinic. Everything is getting blurry and you fight to stay upright. When you make it inside the clinic, someone immediately pushes you towards a gurney and you collapse on it just before you black out.

Din is desperate to find you and the child. When he sent you down that side street, he succeeded in taking down most of the hunters. But one particularly large man, a Clawdite, had managed to tackle Din. That allowed another hunter to slip by and head down the street in pursuit of you. After stabbing the Clawdite, Din quickly trails the other man. His head is filled with worse case scenarios but when he finds the body at the end of the street, a sense of relief comes over him. It’s short-lived, however, when he realizes neither you nor the child are anywhere to be seen. Din can feel true fear rising in him that perhaps there were others and maybe you were both captured, when he remembers the wrist cuff he gave you and the tracking device he installed within it. He breathes a sigh of relief again when he pings your signal and realizes you’re nearby.

Din tracks your signal to the medical center, the sight of which makes his blood run cold because if you’re here that means that one of you must be hurt. He rushes inside but before he can ask anyone about you or the baby, he hears a frightened scream and then your voice shouting,

“NO! NO! Get away from me! NO!”

Din is back in full combat mode as he hurries towards the sound of your terrified voice. He finds you in a room with a round floating medical droid trying to administer an injection. You are curled up on the floor in a corner of the room with your hands over your face as you cry out in fear. Din shoves the droid out of the room forcefully before carefully approaching your huddled form.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright, it’s me, it’s Mando,” he says as he tentatively reaches out to you. “The droid is gone, and I’m here.”

You sob something that sounds like ‘Mando’ and launch yourself into his arms. You’re still crying hard when you get out the word, ‘baby’. Din looks around the room and thankfully he sees the child’s pram. He manages to reach the open button on his vambrace and the pram’s dome opens up to reveal the little one safe inside. The baby looks concerned at your distress and he lets out a sad-sounding coo.

“He’s alright, cyar’ika, the baby is safe, you did so wonderful protecting him.” Din holds you and runs a hand over your back, and he continues to whisper soothing words trying to calm you. A noise at the door causes him to look up and see two nurses there who are trying to figure out what all the commotion is.

“Sir, who are you and why is this patient out of her bed?” one of the nurses asks indigently.

“She’s terrified of that droid, you can’t let it near her again,” Din says, scooping you up in his arms and helping you back to the bed.

“Alright,” the other nurse says in a kinder tone, “but you can’t be back here unless you’re family.”

“I’m her husband,” Din snaps, knowing they won’t argue with that, “Now can someone tell me what happened?” His voice is demanding and rough.

“I’m sorry, sir, your wife was shot in the side,” the kinder nurse explains, “She’s lucky because the bolt missed her vital organs but she will need some time to heal. The droid was only going to give her a bacta shot.”

“She’s scared of that droid,” Din repeats, “Can’t one of you give it to her?” His tone of voice makes it clear that it’s a demand not a request.

“Maybe she’s just scared of the shot,” the indigent nurse says, a slight scoff to her tone.

“The shot is fine, just please not the droid,” you manage to say in a weak voice. You look at Din as you explain, “The Empire used medical droids for torture.”

Din remembers how you told him you were punished by the Imps when they discovered your sabotage, but you’ve never gone into details about that punishment. He has some idea now what they must have done to you, and why seeing another droid like that would cause such a negative response.

“No more droids are to come into this room,” Din instructs the nurses.

“Of course, sir, I’ll give her the shot myself,” the kinder nurse tells him, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Din turns back to you and reaches up to smooth the tears from your cheeks. “It’s going to be okay, I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you.”

“Will you please stay with me?” you ask and you grip his hand tightly as if he might disappear.

“Nothing could make me leave you,” he says as he caresses your face.

A soft whine floats over to Din and you from the pram as the little one wants to know what’s happening. Din steps away from your side to quickly pick him up and bring him over to the bed with you. At first Din tries to just hold him close to you, but the child isn’t satisfied with that. Instead, he quickly climbs out of Din’s arms and onto the bed to nestle up against your chest, he then reaches up to touch your face with his little hand.

“Hi, buddy,” you say softly, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Din watches the two of you as a vast sense of gratitude washes over him; he’s so very thankful that you both are safe now and no lasting damage has been done. He holds your hand again and brings his helmet down to your head allowing him to watch over you and the child as close as possible.

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Several hours later, you are doing much better after the bacta shot has done its work and the medical center releases you to go home. Din swipes a hoverchair and quickly steers you back to the Razor Crest; he insisted that you shouldn’t walk all the way back to the ship. Once on board again, he gets you safely tucked into your bed still with the child cuddled up against your side. The little guy refuses to leave you alone and even demanded to ride in your lap on the way back to the ship instead of returning to his pram.

With the three of you safely in space, Din returns to the hull. He’s pleased to see you’re resting comfortably as you talk softly to the child and he sets about to prepare some dinner for the three of you. It’s been hours since any of you have eaten and he’s sure you must be hungry. Din’s not as good a cook as you are, but he tries to add the little touches that you do for him like cutting up the fruit and arranging it on a plate, and adding honey to your tea the way that you like. When he brings your dinner over to you, he notices that the child has managed to use his powers to bring several of his stuffed toys over to your bed and he seems to be arranging them around you for additional snuggling.

“You’re doing a great job as a caregiver, buddy,” Din tells him chuckling.

“I keep telling him he’s being so sweet sharing his plushies with me,” you respond with a soft chuckle of your own.

Din helps you sit up, before handing you the dinner tray.

“Do you need help eating?” He asks concerned.

“Nah, I’m fine, Mando,” you tell him, “Really I feel much better; I don’t think I need to be in bed anymore.”

“You’re staying in bed for the rest of the day, and probably tomorrow too,” Din replies pointing his finger at you the way he does when he disciplines the child sometimes.

“Yes, Nurse Mando,” you reply cheekily.

“That’s right. Now eat your dinner before I feed you myself,” he says with a nod of his head.

After you’ve eaten, you’re still sitting up in bed and now you’re playing a little with the child and his plush toys as you tell him a story. Din can hear in your voice though that you’re tired and even though he knows you are doing better, you need your rest.

“Ok, kiddo, I think that’s the end of story time.” He comes over and picks up the child despite his little whines of protest.

“It’s alright,” you say softly.

“No, you need to get more rest,” Din tells you, “Besides, it’s time to get this guy cleaned up before he goes to bed.”

You can hear the sounds of water running in the fresher and Mando saying “Don’t look at me like that, she needs to rest so she can get better,” and it makes you smile. Both of your guys are being so sweet as they take care of you. You stretch back out against your pillows and close your eyes, and before you know it, you’ve drifted off to sleep.

When you awaken a while later, you see Mando sitting on a crate near your bed reading something on his holopad. He’s taken off his armor and is now more relaxed in his undershirt, trousers, and helmet only.

“Mando, is everything alright, what are you doing?” You’re surprised he’s not in bed himself or up in the cockpit where he’d be more comfortable.

“I didn’t want to leave you alone in case you needed something,” he tells you.

“That’s very sweet, Mando, but you must be getting tired,” you say.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he replies. You know he can go for long stretches without sleeping, but it’s really not necessary now. Maybe there is a way you can get him to rest at least.

“You could come lie down with me,” you suggest and give him a small smile.

“There’s nothing I’d like better, but you’re hurt and you need to rest,” he says, but it’s clear from his tone that he’s tempted by your offer.

“I won’t do anything more than just cuddle with you, I promise,” you counter, and you give him the flirtatious look that you know he likes. It works like a charm and although he lets out one of his long-suffering sighs, he’s standing up and moving towards the bed.

“Alright, we’re just going to cuddle and you are going to rest and try not to move too much.” Mando may be trying to sound stern, but there’s an eagerness to his movements that gives away how much he wants to join you in the bed.

He lies down next to you on his back and puts his arm around you pulling you close to his side. You shift your position so that you can place your head on his chest and rest your hand on his stomach lightly. This way you can lie on your good side and take any pressure off the side that needs to heal. As you settle into him, Mando lets out a sound of contentment making his chest vibrate beneath you.

“Thank you, this is nice,” you tell him, “Plus, you’re so warm and cozy.”

He chuckles at that and rubs his large palm across your back, “It’s getting to where I can’t say no to you.”

“I see no problem with that,” you reply and you give his chest a kiss through his shirt.

“Mmm, I bet you don’t.” His chest rumbles again pleasantly against your cheek.

“Mando, I didn’t get a chance to really thank you earlier, but I want you to know you really helped me back at the med center.” You hope he understands how important he was for you in that moment.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, I could see how terrified you were and I knew you needed me.” Mando says softly and pulls you tighter to him. He pauses and then asks you, “When you said you were punished by the Imperials, did they… torture you with the droid?”

“Yes,” you tell him in a flat voice, “It would give various shots to induce different types of pain. It was horrible. Seeing that droid today felt like being back there, back in that terrible place. I- I don’t want to talk about it too much.”

“I understand,” Mando tells you, “I hate droids… well, there was one once who wasn’t so bad, but mostly I hate them.” His voice is gruff as he tells you this.

“Why do you hate them?” you ask.

“My home was destroyed by droids,” he says, “Everything was gone, my town, my friends, my parents, all killed.”

“Oh, Mando, how awful,” Your heart breaks for him, “That’s devastating. I’m so sorry for you.”

“I was only a child, and I would have been killed too if not for the Mandalorians who rescued me,” he explains.

“You were a foundling too,” you say softly.

“Yes,” he replies.

You’re quiet for a bit as you stroke his chest in a soothing manner. You know he’s supposed to be comforting you, but you want Mando to know that you’re here for him too. He brings his other hand up to cover yours. You realize that his glove is off and for the first time you are touching his bare skin. Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation and you revel in each tiny movement that he makes as he slowly explores your fingers with his. His hand is large and warm, and you marvel at how delicate and gentle he is as he touches you.

“You skin is so soft, cyar’ika,” he murmurs to you.

“Thank you,” you say softly, but then you can’t help but ask, “What does that word mean, cyar’ika?” He’s called you that a few times now and your burning curiosity can’t wait any longer.

Mando chuckles lightly, “Aren’t you the code-breaker? What do you think it means?”

“Oh, I see, a linguistic challenge, hmm?” You’re willing to play along and you take a moment to think.

“Well, you’ve used it in place of my name, so it could be a nickname, but based on context, I’d say it’s a term of endearment.” You lift your head up to look at him as you propose your theory.

“What do you mean?” He questions, intrigued.

“Well, if it were a nickname, I think you’d use it more frequently, and by my count you’ve only said it four times, which makes me think it must be more special than just a nickname. Plus I know you’ve said my name more often than that.”

“Oh?” He sounds amused.

“Yes, and when you said it was important too,” you explain, “Twice you said it when I was very distressed and you were sure to use a calming tone, but then, the other two times were when you gave me a compliment, and those times, you had a more romantic tone.”

He’s laughing openly now and shaking the whole bed as he does. Oh no, you’ve nerded him into hysterics, “Sorry, am I being too analytical?” you ask him sheepishly.

“No, no, I love how logical you’re being, cyar’ika,” he emphasizes the word again and his voice is caring as he tells you, “I’m impressed and entertained by how you think. I had no idea how much thought you’d put into it.”

“Well, am I correct though?” You’re still dying to know.

“Yes, you are,” he says between chuckles, and you smile up at him in response. He calms down a bit and then tells you, “It means sweetheart.” His voice is deeper as he says the word in Basic and you feel your stomach flutter in delight.

“I like that, Mando, I like it a lot; it’s such a beautiful word,” You wish you had a term of endearment for him that would sound even half as beautiful.

“Din,” he says to you.

“What?” you reply confused.

“My name is Din, Din Djarin,” he introduces himself to you, “I’d really like for you to call me by my real name.”

“It’s an honor to know you, Din Djarin,” you reply in as warm and loving a tone as you can, trying to show him how much it means to you that he’s sharing something so personal.

“The honor is all mine, cyar’ika,” he tells you and he squeezes your hand to punctuate his words, “You mean so much to me, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

“I feel the same about you, Din.” Lying in his arms, it’s easy to tell him how you feel, and you realize how much you want him to hear it. “I was so worried when we were separated today, but when you found me, and I knew you were there, it just felt right, like I knew everything would be all right.”

Din pulls you in closer, hugging you as tight as he can without hurting you. He feels your arm snake around his waist to hold him tighter too and he feels a sense of true serenity. It’s a new emotion for him or at least one he hasn’t felt since he was very young. The two of you stay like that for a long time and as he listens to your breathing, he thinks perhaps you’ve fallen asleep. He relaxes his hold on you and thinks that maybe he should try to slip out of the bed so that you’ll rest properly, when he feels you stir.

“Din, will you teach me more Mando’a?” you ask, your voice sounding dreamy.

“Yes, but not tonight, you need to sleep,” he says softly but firmly.

“Ok, good,” you reply with a small yawn.

You settle back in to the bed a little and pull up the blankets around you more. Din starts to pull away from you little by little, but you’re having none of it and you grip him tighter.

“Are you trying to leave?” you ask, sounding only a little pouty, “Don’t you want to stay and cuddle?”

He sighs, “You need your rest, and I’m distracting you from that.”

“I’ll rest better with you here,” you insist.

“I’ll stay if you promise to go to sleep now,” he replies.

“Ok, I’ll go to sleep.” You’re quiet for a few seconds, but then you whisper to him, “Din?”

“Yes?”

“Goodnight,” you whisper, “I hope you sleep well.”

“Cyar’ika?”

“Yes?”

“Stop talking.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Continue to Chpt. 6 Where no Mando Has Gone Before. If you’d like to be added to the tag list, just let me know!

By the way, do you all remember that droid from a New Hope that gave Leia the shot? That’s the one I was thinking of when I came up with how the reader was punished by the Empire. That thing gave me nightmares for weeks when I was a child.

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[yanderecandystore]

idea for another continuation of red/reader/black timeline!Cute but unwanted fluffy times as they lock reader away in there room killing off the rest of the crewmates and coming to check up on their beloved reader,when they visit it’s all cuddles and soft spoken comfort and eventually the two get into the topic of how red and black met and explain to reader glossing over the murder that definitely happened like it was no big deal and painting it as a perfect love story

The funny part about this is how I was considering making a joke the other day about how they could have met, so you can imagine how hard I laughed when I heard that someone was interested in a headcanon about it.

Thanks for requesting this!

TW/Tags: silly fun // not game accurate // monster fuckery // delusional thinking // mentions of death // pretty short // mentions of drinking/alcohol // Buddy is gone in this timeline and most of the crew has already died // I changed some of the aspects of your ask unconsciously, I'm sorry ;-;

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How I met your lover [Yandere! Among Us x Reader - Headcanon]:

It was past the sleeping curfew your crewmates had set to guarantee everyone's safety. You were about to go to bed when you heard the familiar knock on your metallic door.

You had let them inside despite the guilty feeling creeping in, you were sure that this small friendly act would be considered breaking the rules, and that would cause the rest of the crewmates to be alarmed by the sudden decision of breaking rules and not following the curfew.

Still, it's not like you really believed in that stupid rule, after all, what would stopped the killer from simply entering their room and killing them? And besides, it's not like Black and Red would ever hurt you, they're simply way deep into their own little world for any of them to be the killer.

It's not like you even had a choice actually, they simply came in after you opened the door. You suspected that they were possibly a little bit drunk, considering the lack of self awareness and personal privacy, not that you minded them hugging you and being touchy, but-

It was still kinda off, even a little out of character for them to be so giggly and happy, carrying a wine bottle they shouldn't even be able to have access to since it was considered a "only for celebrations" type of necessity.

Still, they claimed they wanted to spend time with you and that this was indeed a date to be celebrated (although it was more of a personal reason than anything). They seemed happy and you felt like you couldn't stop them from sharing it with you, after all, you did feel a little lonely that day. With your little partner in crime gone and most of your crew dead, you had started to feel really lonely and a little uncomfortable how everyone seemed to be drifting away due to the distrust that your crew was experiencing.

So you've let them come in and celebrate this special day inside your bedroom, as weird as that sounds. Why was today so important to them? Well, it's very simple-

"- It's our 6th wedding anniversary you silly little thing!" Red booped your nose as they continued to explain the details of their relationship. They were a cute couple, but it was also a little sad inducing how they would go on and on about how perfect their marriage was. It made you feel somewhat sad and jealous of how long they've been with each other and how happy they seemed whenever they were in each other's presence.

"- Tell [Y/N] how we've met, babe, please!" Red was shaking their lover as they continued to indulge in their own state of high due to the consumption of alcohol. Black was a little more alert than Red, so the moment their partner told them to tell you about that day, they panicked trying to find the right words to describe their first encounter.

"- Well- Uhh, you see, we-we've met-" Black wasn't quick enough to come up with an excuse, which caused Red to misinterpret it as Black not remembering how they met.

"- Blaaaaack, did you forget that we met in the lab-" Red whined feeling hurt since their partner had forgotten simply the most important day of their lives-

"- N-No babe, I-I remember- We met in the laboratory, at the space station, I-I was…. I was, uhn-" Black was stuttering trying to remember the exact thing they "were" before joining the crew for the extraterrestrial exploration.

Truth was that Black took the form of a poor unfortunate scientist that discovered and classified them as an extraterrestrial violent creature that needed to be studied further so humanity could have some sort of advantage in defending themselves against a shapeshifting space creature.

This whole expedition to space was created to be a learning expedition, so that the crew could have hopefully found another one of the shapeshifting aliens living out there. What that same scientist didn't know, was how far their intelligence went, and how much could they understand human behavior and mindset, and if it wasn't for a tiny mistake, that same scientist could have been here right now with all of the fellow crew members still alive.

Well, that tiny mistake was letting their assistant take care of the alien whenever the scientist wasn't around, which led to Red and "Black" meeting each other and falling in an odd obsessive love. You could say that they were work colleagues in a way, which was exactly what Black told you, that they were just two colleagues that had fallen in love at work, so sweet right?

It's not like Red ended up freeing a violent specimen and helping it escape and letting it blend into society by taking away the identity of the same scientist that had discovered them, by not only eating the original one but also assuming their role and name as "Black", right?

It's totally not that specific thing I've mentioned-

"- Oh so you two have known each other for so long? It must be nice getting to meet the love of your life at work." You said naively believing in their lies as they continued to sugar coat the specifics of their relationship.

"- Yes it is…" Black said, still sweating at the fact they're terrible at lying, especially towards their own "partner" (you, in this case).

"- You seem upset, [Y/N]. It's something wrong?" Black asked as they continued to observe your expression growing into a frown.

"- It's nothing really… I just think it's really cute how you two met, sounds like a fairy tail if you ask me-"You answered them, while still hiding the fact you feel jealous of their perfect, overly sweet, marriage. It's starting to make you sick how happy they're, even in a situation as terrible as this one.

Being trapped inside a spaceship while a maniac runs down killing everyone? Sounds like the perfect recipe to conflict, yet they haven't even yelled at each other once. And what about you? You're all alone, most of your close friends dead and your dog is missing-

"- Ooooooooo noooooooo, baby don't cry!!" Red had suddenly thrown themselves at you causing you to come back to your senses. You must have looked like a jackass getting so jealous of them, but for your luck they didn't notice you were getting jealous of their relationship.

No, they actually thought you were getting jealous of them, of them not including you in their lives sooner so you all could be celebrating this exact day together already!

"- R-Red I'm not crying, don't worry about it." You tried shaking your drunken crewmate away from your torso, they didn't even budge since they were holding you with all the strength they had.

"- I just think it's so unfair-" Red mumbled something that you didn't understand, so you asked them to start again.

"- I JUST THINK IT'S SO UNFAIR!-" They said a lot faster and louder now, they were clearly mad that they had to repeat their words, as if they didn't realize they weren't making any sense in the first place.

"- Don't worry too much about them, they're too drunk to-" Black was about to apologise for Red's current state, when they ended up being cut short by sniffing and crying.

"- [Sniff]"

"- R-Red? Are you alright??" You shook them trying to get them to look up in your eyes.

"- I love you two just so much, I can't even [Sniff]-" Red continued to cry and mumble things of the liking. It was clear to you that they didn't seem to be in the right state of mind and we're only saying nonsense.

You decided to tell them it was time for them to get some rest, which Black took as a sign to simply flop down in your bed, as Red was already deep in their unconscious while their faces were in your lap.

It was… Cute, how they simply fall asleep in your bed, but at the same time it feels like you wouldn't be able to get them to wake up and move into their rooms, as they didn't respond to either or your tries to get them off of your bed.

You had considered changing rooms with them just for the night, since they probably wouldn't want a stranger like you to sleep with them like that right? They would probably freak out whenever they wake up.

Yet the moment you managed to get out of bed and reach the door, you felt an eerie cold air hit your stomach, as if you would be doomed if you decided to open the door and go away from the bedroom.

You decided to place your ear on the metal door, just in case you could hear anything on the other side. You only heard the sound of an empty spaceship, as the internal functions seemed to be still on and working as usual, however, the loud sound of the machinery working on the other side of the halls didn't really help your busy mind feel any better, since the silence still dominated the entirety of the dorm area.

Was… Everyone already asleep? Why was everything so silent?

Why did you feel like something bad just happened? Why did you feel like you should be running away from this very bedroom?

But more importantly, why was your bedroom door locked? How was your bedroom door locked without your permission?

You felt like you did something wrong… Like the attentive eyes carefully watching you were judging every one of your moves. You probably shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

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[spicycreativity]

The Core Four (Logan, Roman, Virgil and Patton) are somewhere spooky, old house, in the woods, etc etc, and it's a place where poltergeist/demon/ghost/devil/spirit/whatever you want Remus resides and haunts and is scary and evil in. (Or they summon him) And he's like "Ooh time to mess with them muahahahaha!" but he sees Patton and gets like this "Cute boy!" And gets interested in Patton instead.

Boop

Words: 2k

Pairing: Pre-slash Intruality

Other notes: College AU, mild Vitaminwater slander, somewhat based on my own college experience of being straight edge and bored all the time and also owning multiple fist-sized chunks of quartz crystal purchased from the tent outside the gas station down by the on-ramp on the far side of town 🥴 Our abandoned dorm building was not haunted, tho

Content warnings: Mentions of underage drinking (not depicted), mentions of overdosing (non-graphic), Remus is sexually forward toward Patton, swearing, innuendo, etc. Still, I'd only rate this T

While it was rooming assignments that brought Roman, Patton, Logan, and Virgil together during the first weeks at university, it was their mutual unwillingness to break any sort of rule that kept them together. While their peers were drinking smuggled alcohol and racking up write-ups from the RAs, the foursome would sit on Logan and Virgil's side of the dorm suite drinking Vitaminwater and attempting to entertain themselves with board games and Netflix. This, predictably, got old quickly and weekends soon became a desperate battle to stave off boredom and existential ennui.

The fraying thread of Roman's patience finally snapped the night Patton suggested Pogs. The lack of adventure had chafed at him longer than it had the others and he secretly longed for some sort of thrill, even if it meant breaking the rules.

"Ugh," Roman threw himself backwards onto the pillow he'd stolen from Logan's bed, nearly knocking over Patton's mostly-full bottle of grape Vitaminwater. "We're seriously so lame that we can't think of anything better to do than Pogs?" 

"Hey," said Virgil from atop his bed, and shook a few drops of açai-blueberry-pomegranate sugar water onto Roman's forehead.

"Sorry, Patton," Roman added, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasant sensation. "No offense, but I'm just so bored! I was expecting more adventure when I finally left my dreary old hometown."

"I thought you told us you were from Los Angeles," Logan said, tossing a package of Wet Wipes down onto Roman's chest. "And Virgil, I understand why you would want to teach Roman a lesson, but please try not to stain my pillowcase."

"What do you wanna do, Roman?" Patton asked, adjusting himself where he was propped up against one of the legs of Logan's bed.

"I don't know! All I know is that I have the most boring Snap story out of everyone in my stupid 100-level History class. Remy went surfing the other day. And he's from Nebraska! How does he know how to surf?" 

"There it is," Virgil said.

Roman sat up again and opened up the Wet Wipes so he could clean off his face. "Lightning round! Suggestions. Go!" He pointed at Virgil.

"Um," said Virgil. "Uh-- Sca-- Uh, horror marathon. Horror movie marathon."

"Ugh, no." Roman pointed at Logan.

"Studying."

"Oh, come on. Patton?"

"We all go to bed early so we can wake up and get breakfast together before the dining hall runs out of waffle batter?"

"Guuuys." Roman pointed at Virgil again.

"Man, I dunno, Roman! Like I'm the expert in what looks good on a Snapchat story."

"You're the one who's bored," Logan added. "Why don't you suggest something?"

"That's not how it works!" Roman shot back. "I'm the-- the arbiter, the czar! You're the idea guys."

"Okay, fine!" Virgil leaned over the edge of the bed to better give Roman the evil eye. "How about we break into the shut-down dorms with a ouija board and try to contact the spirit of that kid who OD'ed in the bathroom?"

"That's the spirit," Roman said.

"Ha," Patton said weakly.

"Wait," said Virgil, already desperately trying to make eye contact with Logan. "I was kidding. You can't be serious."

"No, no, that's a great idea! Virgil, go get your ouija board and whatever other spooky shit you have tucked away.

"We're going now?" Patton squeaked.

Logan sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Roman, anything you post to your Snapchat story can potentially be turned in as evidence and used to incriminate you. I suggest you leave your phone behind."

"Wait!" Virgil ran his hands through his hair, agitated. "You can't possibly be on board with this."

"I'm not," said Logan. "I am offering Roman advice for the same reason high school nurses' offices offer condoms: not as an encouragement, but as a safety measure. Either we all agree to go now or we all agree to go tomorrow night after Roman spends the whole day pouting and whining--"

"Hey!"

"So I suggest we just get it over with," Logan concluded.

"Seriously?" Patton was already pale and shaking, holding a stray hoodie of Virgil's close to his chest.

"It's okay, Patton," Virgil said, offering him a reassuring smile. "I'll let you wear my horn of protection amulet."

It took just under an hour to get everyone changed into darker clothes and outfitted with protective symbols from Virgil's collection. In addition to silver amulets and charms, he had handed out fist-sized chunks of quartz crystal to all of them with careful instructions not to lose them, as he wanted everything back at the end of the night.

But soon (all too soon for Patton) they faced the looming silhouette of the abandoned Monroe Hall. It was in surprisingly good repair despite the lack of security cameras and floodlights to deter intruders. In fact, the only light came from the blue emergency callbox situated a few yards down the path.

"We, genius," Virgil said, turning to Roman. "How do we get in?"

"I don't know!" Roman tossed up his hands. "I'd Google how to pick a lock but somebody" --he glared at Logan-- "made us leave our phones in the microwave."

"I already told you, it's a functional Faraday cage and--"

"Yeah, yeah, how about we save the science lectures for 8:00 am on Tuesdays and Thursday," Roman said.

"That was oddly specific," Virgil muttered, trying and failing to exchange a glance with Patton, who was staring at the ground and turning over the quartz crystal in his hands. "Wait, I've got an idea." He took his own chunk of quartz out of his pocket and slammed it through the glass door, sending a shower of tempered glass clattering onto the tiled floor inside. Then he stepped through the hole and beckoned the others in after him. "Let's go."

Patton made a muffled sound of fear and grabbed onto Logan's arm.  "You don't really think there's a ghost, do you?"

"Of course not," Logan said, leading Patton inside and following Virgil to the stairs.

"Wait!" Roman jogged ahead to lead the charge. "Are we not gonna talk about Virgil just--"

"Found a broken door and stepped through it?" Virgil interrupted, bumping Roman with his hip. "No, we are not."

Roman led them up a flight of stairs and down a corridor similar to the one in their own dorm building. All the doors they tried were locked, so they set up the ouija board in the hallway outside the bathrooms.

"Okay, gang," Virgil said once they were all sequestered around the board. "Pointer fingers on the planchette."

"Not our whole hands?" Roman asked.

Virgil shot him a sideways glare. "I'm sorry, are you the expert on the occult?"

"Are you?" Roman asked.

"Relative expert," Virgil said, sticking out his tongue. "Now. Pointer fingers on the planchette."

"I really don't know if this is a good idea," Patton said, extending a shaking hand.

"You should be more afraid of campus security," Logan said. "Although from the state of the building, it appears that we are the first to successfully enter."

"Nothing's happening," Roman complained, his eyes on the planchette.

"We haven't asked a question yet, genius," Virgil sneered.

"It seems rude to barge into someone's house and just start asking questions," Patton said. He looked up, addressing the ghost. "Hi!"

The planchette jerked and began to shake. Anticipating Virgil's accusation, Roman held up his other hand. "It's not me!"

"Shut up!" Virgil snapped. "It's moving."

They read the letters out loud together as the planchette began to move around the board: "N-I-C-E." Pause. "C-O-C-K."

"Oh, come on." Virgil grabbed the planchette and threw it at Roman's face. "Not funny."

"I swear that wasn't me!" Roman said, smacking the planchette down. It clattered across the board and came to a stop by the number '2.'

"Roman," Patton chided, "it's really not nice to mess with us like that."

"You too?' Roman said. He turned to Logan. "Come on, Specs, you know it wasn't me."

"I know it wasn't a ghost. I know it wasn't me. I know Patton and Virgil aren't likely to make that sort of joke. Therefore, I can safely posit that it must have been you. Although I wouldn't make an accusation without more evidence."

"Oh, come on!" Roman put his hand on the planchette despite Virgil's noise of protest. "Hey, spirit. Can you do something else spooky so my friends stop accusing me of--"

What happened next was equal parts anticlimactic and chilling: Roman's eyes turned green and began to emit a gentle glow. He was silent for only a moment before turning to Patton with a chipper smile. "Hey, hot stuff! Nice cock."

"Whoa" said Virgil, scrambling backwards toward the wall. "What the fuck."

"He invited me in!" said Roman, or more accurately, the ghost possessing Roman's body.

"Oh my God," Patton said. "That's not Roman."

"Yeah, no shit!"

"I'll give him back in a minute," said the spirit. "I just had to shoot my shot with hottie over here. What's your name, sugar?"

"Uh," said Patton, glancing wildly at Virgil (who was fumbling in his pocket for his holy water or his salt, whatever he found first) and Logan (who was actively blue-screening). "Patton?"

"Nice to meet you, Patton." The ghost stuck Roman's hand out for a shake. "Name's Remus. Has anyone ever told you you're kinda DILF-y for a college student?"

"N-no?"

"Well, you are."

"Thanks, I guess." Patton sat back and pulled his legs up to his chest in an unmistakably defensive pose. "Um, is there something that you wanted, Remus?"

"I already told you!" Roman's face beamed in a way it never had before, his eyes twitching strangely in their sockets. "I just popped in to shoot my shot. So?"

"He's propositioning you," Logan hissed. 

"I…" said Patton, panic whiting out his mind. Unable to find words, he held up his left hand to show off the silver band on his ring finger.

"You're married?" Roman's body leaned forward to read the engraved writing. "True love waits."

"It's a purity ring," Virgil explained, finally extricating a small vial from the tangle of cords and chains in his pocket. "And this is holy water."

"Wait," said Remus, "are you guys exorcising me? Cause I swear I'm gonna give you your friend back. I'm dead, not evil. Also," he turned to Patton, "is that a no?"

"Yes!"

"Wait, so you do wanna bang?"

"No!"

"Alright, alright, damn." Remus leaned Roman's body back, putting up his hands in a defensive gesture. "You know, I was gonna go full poltergeist and try to see if I could make you all cry, but I changed my mind when I saw Hot Pat-tato. Soooo, you're welcome."

"Yeah," said Virgil, "I'm not sure we should be thanking you for taking over our friend's body. Give him back, by the way."

"Wait!" said Patton. "Remus, why aren't you at rest? Is there something we can do to help you move on?"

"Nah," said Remus. "To be honest, I just wanted to haunt the crap out of some dumb college kids."

"Need I point out," Logan said, "that you are also a dumb college kid?"

Virgil looked around at the empty halls, walls of closed doors, the dusty spiderwebs hanging like streamers in the corners. "Wait. There's nobody to haunt."

"Yeah," said Remus. Roman's shoulders shrugged. "It's been kinda lonely and boring. 

"Sucks to suck," Virgil said, brandishing the sealed vial of holy water. "Okay, time to go."

Remus sighed and crossed Roman's arms over his chest. "Fine. I didn't really want to haunt you guys anyway."

"I might…" Patton twisted up his mouth thoughtfully, rubbing his fingers along the quartz crystal in his pocket. "Maybe I'll come back and say hello sometime."

The grin that unfurled across Roman's face was so familiar that Patton nearly hugged him. But his eyes were still that slightly luminescent green, still twitching and rolling like he was trying to take in every detail of the world all at once. "Really?"

Patton nodded and held out his hand palm-up. Roman's hand was icy, but Patton forced himself not to flinch as he brought his head down and kissed Remus' knuckles. "Really."

For a moment, there was silence. Then came a gentle warmth, and confused brown eyes staring down at Patton, who only had time to gasp before Roman tilted his head in confusion. "Um, Patton? Why are you holding my hand?"

#you are contractually obligated to point out any formatting errors or typos #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #intruality #college au #spicywrites #patton sanders #remus sanders #anyway i am forever entertained by the idea of ONLY projecting my idiosyncrasies onto the characters and none of my psychological trauma #hence the overshare about college #you can know every exact details of what i did from ages 18-21 but i will never ever tell you how my parents fucked me up #no bummers! funny shit only!

[theoriginal-maijean]

Chaos Crew

leaving the hospital

G is taking down the bunting and putting away the glitter jar. M’s anxiety has been through the roof.

M: uhn

G: what is it Sparkles?

M: do you think... (goes silent)

G: yes, I think, it's an unfortunate condition of mine. I can't stop thinking, in fact there was once a time where I was thinking so hard my brain

M: (laughing) honestly, Punk. I'm glad we’re e friends.

G: ready to tell me what's on your mind. Cause you know I'm here right?

M: do you also think I'm pathetic?

G: what? Why would you ask that? No.

M: I stayed... I stayed and made up excuses. Me who knows how bad it hurts when people are like that. Me. “Confident, outspoken, strong” me.

G: you are still those things you know. Just cause someone managed to get under your skin, and could hurt you real bad, doesn’t make you less you. (Boops her on the nose) you are still my hero.

M: but I’m tired.

G: then rest. You know that we can protect you. Like you protected us. It’s our turn. You can be weak, quiet and need reassurance. He didn’t understand what a gift you are. We do. So rest. We’ve seen your ugly mug without make up on and your blue hair looking like a rats nest next to a rave.

M:…(throat all choked with emotion) thanks.

G: just so you know… K rented out like a whole floor.

M: what?

G: the. Whole. Floor. Apparently it’s so you don’t run into anything annoying.

M: a whole floor? She already lives in the penthouse.

G: well she rented out the next floor too. Oh and I’ll be living there too for a bit.

M: uhm sorry bout that.

G: bout what?

M: the night terrors.

G: my offer to commandeer a therapist still stands. Every villain needs one you know. Who else can we boast to about our devilish plans and not have them save the world while we’re gloating.

M: (in mock seriousness) Ah the bane of our existence the last minute gloating that leads to our dastardly downfall.

G: I’ve packed up most stuff to take to your new place. Also don’t call an Uber and DON’T CALL YOUR DAD FOR FUCKS SAKE. The Physio turned BLUE when she stepped into your room. Really messes with the feng shui. Sparrow said she’ll be along to fetch you soon.

M: I just wanted to check if anything was left at the old place.

G: Sparkles. We stole EVERYTHING, all of it, including his underwear. Whatever isn’t yours, you can burn, we can make an evening of it and dance around the bonfire drinking kombucha and listening to the villain playlist. While cursing his existence of course.

M: (shoulders relax and the crease between her brows disappears) okay. So I’m coming home?

G: Yeah. You’re coming home. K is coming so we will bring you home. There are codes to get out of the elevator, locks on every door including the bathroom, a knife under your pillow, a glock under the pillow next to it and a crossbow mounted on the wall. Also I put Ducky on your bed so…

M: you remembered to grab Ducky?! Okay this is good. Where are the windows?

G: Well we thought that maybe you’d like a room on the inside for a bit with no windows but we set up a projector to simulate the sun rising and everything according to our time zone.

M: okay that’s good too.

G: oh and we got you one of those sensory hammocks and K has signed you up for yoga with her.

M: damn I’m still working on getting my arm straightened and up past my head when I lift my hand. Who knew a collarbone could be that fragile.

G: I’m still not ready to joke. But I’ll give you this. Next time I’ll smack your skull cause that is obviously made out of solid rock.

Phone rings (ring tone is everybody wants to rule the world)

G picks up.

G: hey, yeah everything is packed just her overnight bag left here. You coming? Okay I’ll wait for you.

M: how is Puff doing?

G: the walking talking caffeinated amoeba? She’s good. Got Dickhead’s PR team running in circles. It’s been fun to watch honestly. She said she’ll turn it into a video of the greatest hits with commentary so you can enjoy it too, I think she used the word cathartic in her description.

M: you do know that calling her a single cell organism means you get your bank accounts frozen. No more bagels from that French patisserie on the corner.

G: bah. They’re not even really French.

M: I think you’re missing the point.

G: no I’m not. You’ll buy my bear claws for me cause you can’t stand to see me suffer.

M: nope she’ll freeze mine too.

The door opens and K walks in. She’s got thick army boots on and her jeans are scuffed. Her baggy t-shirt with the Rolling Stones logo on it looks like it’s seen better days. Her noir eyeliner makes her blue eyes look even more piercing. She grabs one of the duffel bags and looks at G&M.

K: You guys ready?

G: (grabs the remaining duffel bag) always.

M: (puts her crutch under her armpit) right as rain lets go.

As the door closes behind them and the lights go out, a pair of acid green fireflies are seen in the darkest part of a shadow and then winks out.

#drabble #drabbles #my story #chaos crew #villain

[btxtreads]

planetarium || choi soobin

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 6.5k

↳ genre: fluff, angst, smut, royal!au, medieval!au

↳ trigger warnings: murder, arranged marriage, declarations of war, unprotected sex (there aren’t any condoms yet in this story, but we’re not in the medieval times anymore so pls wrap it) did i miss anything

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“The prince is to be married to the princess of the Northern Isle,” a drunk patron said as he gulped another pint of ale. “A royal wedding means more tourists, more business for me!”

The girl standing by the counters dropped the rag she was holding, gasping as she turned to the man.

“What was that about the prince, sir?”

“The Prince is about to marry, have you not heard? They announced it in the plaza earlier,” Another customer replied, as the drunk patron nodded gruffly.

“Now, what are you gawking about at, girl? Not everyone can be princes and princesses, hurry up and get me some more ale!”

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” She sighed, taking the mug and moving towards the back room to refill it with more alcohol.

And that’s how it went for the rest of the day for Y/N, thinking about a wilting dream.

Yes. Not every girl can be a princess, but every girl can dream.

Especially when prince Soobin was up for the taking.

Prince Choi Soobin—the bachelor of the princes.

He was the second oldest in the family of three children—but he was the crown prince after the eldest, Yeonjun, declared that he would rather lead troops than become the king.

Choi Soobin was young, soulful and brave. He had rich brown eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever he smiles. The way he moved and acted is often compared to a bunny—innocent and naive.

Prince Soobin had jet black hair that fell over his eyes, and the softest voice that soothed whoever he talked to.

The country went wild for the prince—swearing that whichever princess he marries would be so lucky.

But a secret the world doesn’t know was that the boy was hard-headed, stubborn than most.

That was why one day, the crown prince left his castle and ventured into the world unknown, and ended up in a petite bakery just by the edge of the town—occupied by none but one.

Y/N worked in a bakery on the odd days—the pub on the evens.

It just so happened that a tall, dark figure entered the bakery on an off day to ask for bread.

“What kind?” Y/N hummed, furrowing her eyebrows at the figure.

The figure was silent, tilting his head to the side.

“We have croissants, loafs, baguettes,” The girl trailed off, blinking in confusion. “You can take your cloak off, you know,”

The figure only stayed on his spot, taking a shuddering breath.

“Um, what do you suggest?” The figure replied softly—it was a boy.

Y/N gave the figure a small grin.

“Croissants,” She gestured over. “If you have a sweet tooth, we have one with chocolate in them. If you want it more meaty or cheesy, we have ham and cheese. We also have plain.”

“Ah,” The boy nodded slowly. “Um, Chocolate, then?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, causing the figure to cough awkwardly. “Yeah—Yes. Yep. Chocolate,”

“You sure?”

“Definitely.”

Y/N laughed, turning her back to the customer.

“Are you going to eat it here?”

“Can I?” The boy replied timidly.

“Have you never eaten inside a shop before?” Y/N laughed, silencing when the figure nodded his head yes.

“Oh, poor thing,” Y/N cooed, grabbing a plate and choosing the biggest chocolate croissant to serve. “Here, follow me. Best table in the house,”

The figure slowly followed her as she sauntered over to the table where the sun hits just right, a delicate smile on her lips as she set the plate of pastries down and plopped on the chair.

“Here you are,” She gestured.

The figure slowly took his seat and gingerly picked up the cutlery set on the table.

“You can take off your coat,” Y/N repeated, leaning her head on her hands as she watched the boy eat.

The figure froze, setting down his cutlery and giving out a small sigh.

“Please don’t scream,”

“Why would I?” Y/N snorted. “Is it because you look hideous—maybe like face half-burnt or like your face is green or—“

As she rambled, the figure slowly lowered his hood to reveal the face plastered all around the country.

“Oh,” Y/N said, eyes wide at the boy in front of her, who smiled sheepishly and continued his meal. “That makes sense, you’re the prince.”

“I’m not supposed to be here,” Soobin sighed, saddened at the fact that the first even genuine human interaction he’s had outside the castle had to end abruptly—just because he’s the prince.

Soobin expected the girl to scream, ask for a bribe for hiding him, demand for something—but he wasn’t ready for the girl to smile gently at him with crossed arms.

“So, tell me. What’s the crown prince doing out here when you’re supposed to be doing princely things at the giant castle uptown?”

Soobin blinked.

“You’re—“ Soobin gaped. “You’re not calling the knights on me? Or asking for money? or—“

Y/N didn’t find it in her heart to take offense, rather amused at the prince’s naivete.

“No,” Y/N chuckled. “No, I’m not like that,”

Soobin gulped down his food, nodding slowly.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Soobin admitted. “I feel like a prisoner in my own life sometimes. I have to stand, look pretty, smile and rule. I have to live the rest of my life as Prince Soobin, when I just want a chance to find out who Soobin really is. I just…”

The prince trailed off, looking up at the amused girl.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” the girl teased, making Soobin scoff.

“Yeah,” Soobin trailed off.

“Your majesty,” Y/N started, straightening. “Why did you come here?”

“I want to fall in love,” came Soobin’s bold declaration. “I want to have friends. I want to live before I get locked up there with a crown on my head and a woman I don’t even know sleeping in my bed,”

Y/N smiled.

“Can you help me?” Soobin asked.

“I’m a peasant girl, your majesty.” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know what I can offer you,”

“I don’t want you to offer anything,” Soobin said. “I just want you to show me how to live,”

Y/N chuckled.

“Fine, then,” Y/N laughed, making Soobin grin in relief.

“What’s your name?” Soobin asked, as the girl stood up to take her apron off.

“Y/N.” The girl replied, turning to him. “What’s yours?”

“But you—“

“I said, what’s your name?” Y/N asked, eyes glinting in mischief as Soobin smiled.

“I’m Soobin. Nice to meet you.”

Y/N laughed out loud as Soobin coughed his lungs out in front of her.

“God, what is this shit?” Soobin hissed, slamming the cup down on the table.

“Alcohol,” Y/N cackled. “It’s what real men drink,”

Soobin scrunched up his nose, causing Y/N to land a small boop onto it.

It has been one year since Y/N and Soobin had met in the small bakery just by the edge of the town, and now here they were, a few hours past the pub’s closing time.

As Y/N wiped down the tables, Soobin sat by the counter watching—which made the girl give him the strongest alcohol in the house.

“We drink alcohol in the castle too, you know,” Soobin coughed, gagging at the burn.

“That’s for sad posh people who can’t handle their alcohol, this is for real men,” Y/N teased, hand slowly inching to take the glass away. “But, I mean, if you can’t take it—“

Soobin’s eyes narrowed, the atmosphere suddenly turning tense and competitive.

“Fuck you, Y/N,” He hissed, downing the whole cup in one go.

Again, he was thrown into a fit of coughs as Y/N laughed.

“You didn’t have to down it!” Y/N giggled, stifling her laughter as she took the cup away from the grumbling prince.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you,”

Y/N clicked her tongue, a grin on her face.

“What—that’s not what a gentleman should say to a lady,” Y/N pouted teasingly. “Definitely not what a prince should say to his subjects.”

“You are not my subject,”

“Yeah?” Y/N laughed, leaning in closer to the frowning boy. “I am a citizen in your country, where you’re royalty. So, technically—“

“You’re not my subject,” Soobin repeated, voice deeper as he leaned in as well—face so close to Y/N that one small move would attach their lips to one another.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Soobin’s eyes fell to her lips, his face inching closer and closer.

“Soobin?” Y/N asked, making the boy breathe as he close his eyes.

“Just,” Soobin sighed. “shut up for a second.”

Just as his lips brushed hers, Y/N made a move to press her lips deeper onto his when the door to the pub slammed wide open—a shrill voice screaming.

“Noona, not in my pub!”

Soobin yelped, falling back on the chair and onto the floor as Y/N flinched, her body falling forward and face smacking on the counter.

By the door, a boy as tall as Soobin gaped at the figures on the floor as a smaller boy swiftly locked the doors and closed the windows.

Y/N straightened up, wincing as she saw Soobin lying flat on his back on the floor, his eyes connected to the startled boys at the door.

“Soobin, get up,” Y/N sighed, walking forward to help the boy sit up.

“I’m up, I’m up,” the prince muttered, standing and shifting on his feet sheepishly.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as the boys stayed silent.

“Y/N, who are they?” he whispered, hand grasping on her arm as he stood protectively behind her.

“Stand down,” Y/N sighed, glaring at the two boys. “That’s Kai and Taehyun—remember when I told you about them? The, uh, orphans that got adopted? Yeah, um, their parents own the pub,”

Kai squeaked in his place as Taehyun’s eyes shifted between the prince and Y/N, blinking in confusion.

“Oh,” Soobin relaxed, stepping out to stand beside Y/N. “Nice to finally meet you, Kai, Taehyun!”

“Thanks for screaming, by the way,” Y/N snorted, her hand shooting two thumbs-ups to Kai.

“So,” Soobin awkwardly started as the two boys made their way to behind the counter, sticking close to Y/N. “You two are brothers?”

“Yes.” “Adopted.”

Kai and Taehyun exchange nervous looks as Soobin took a seat on the counter.

“Guys, calm down,” Y/N sighed, placing cups in front of the boys and Soobin—saving one for herself.

“Does this have alcohol?” Taehyun asked.

“Nice try,” Y/N smirked. “No, not until you’re both of age,”

Soobin cracked a small smile as Y/N took a seat next to him, watching the two boys whine.

“Come on, Y/N!” Kai protested. “Just one little sip!”

“No,” Y/N snorted, taking a sip of her own drink.

Soobin followed suit, coughing again as he sputtered.

“Y/N, what the hell is this?”

“I don’t know I mixed our strongest alcohol,” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows. “Taste nice?”

“Fuck you, Y/N,”

“Hey, Y/N, if the prince can say fuck you then why can’t I?”

“Kai!”

Y/N sighed, closing the door to the bakery behind her.

It was three months after the whole incident in the pub with Taehyun and Kai—who now feels comfortable enough with the prince to be calling him “hyungie” instead of “Your Majesty” and to be concoting millions of pranks against her with the crown prince himself.

It was a tough three months, and Y/N thought it was about to get even tougher as she glanced back at her company.

It was a great surprise to Y/N, when the final customer left and she started cleaning, a familiar tall figure in a jet black coat was racing towards her shop.

The figure slammed the door shut, leaning on it as he breathed heavily—his hood completely covering her face.

“If I didn’t know any better, Bin, I’d say you’re being chased,” Y/N teased making the boy lower his hood and glare at the girl.

“I am, Y/N,”

Before Y/N could ask what he meant, a strong force banged on the door.

Soobin’s body lurched as he pressed himself to it.

“Open the door, or I won’t hesitate to break it down!” came a voice.

Soobin bit his lip as he sighed, Y/N growing concerned.

“Who is that?”

Soobin only shook his head.

“We shouldn’t let them—“

He screeched as the door flew open, his body landing on the floor.

Y/N shot over to help the whining prince, helping him sit up before looking back at the doorway to find the intruders.

Instead of ruffians, assassins, or whatever she thought she should have expected, she certainly didn’t expect the eldest and youngest prince smiling down on her and their brother.

Yeonjun, the eldest prince, had his shoulder on the fore-front—perhaps having used it to shove the door open.

He shot a gigantic smile, his eyes practically disappearing as he giggled.

“Hi,” he greeted.

Behind him was the youngest prince, Beomgyu, who seemed to be rocking back and forth on his heels happily.

He laughed, pointing over at Soobin on the floor.

“Ha, stupid!” He teased.

“Fuck off,” Soobin groaned, standing back up.

Yeonjun gasped dramatically, his hand on his heart as he pouted.

“You wound me. Is that anything to say to your dearest older brother?” Yeonjun fake-sobbed on Beomgyu’s shoulder, who only laughed.

Yeonjun turned back to Y/N with a wide smile.

“So, you’re Y/N,”

Y/N only replied with a nervous smile as Soobin glowered at his brothers.

“Why won’t you both come in for some coffee?”

So, now, here they are.

Standing blankly in the middle of the bakery were the two princes of the country—Yeonjun and Beomgyu—as they gazed around the small shop.

Soobin, on the other hand, sulked in his usual table as Y/N stood, leaning on his chair with a hand on his shoulder.

“So, um, what is happening?” Y/N laughed nervously. “Why are there three princes on my shop?”

Yeonjun smiled at her again.

Y/N gulped nervously, making Soobin glare at his brother.

“We, uh, usually just accommodate, um,” Y/N blinked, perturbed at Yeonjun’s smile. “Uh, just… uh, one prince at a time,”

Beomgyu smiled at her too, making the girl agitated.

“Are we, uh, just going to smile at each other?” Y/N scratched the back on her neck, sighing as she shot Soobin a pointed look. “Soobin, talk.”

Soobin groaned, throwing his head back.

“It’s not my fault! They said they were going to tell dad that I sneak out if I don’t introduce you!” Soobin whined.

“Bin, a simple heads-up would have sufficed.”

“Yeah?” Soobin snorted, pointing over at his brothers. “Tell it to them. They insisted today!”

“Hyung, you told us you were going to introduce her weeks ago.” Beomgyu pointed out, making Yeonjun nod.

Y/N raised her eyebrow, looking back at Soobin.

“What, are you ashamed that I’m a peasant?” Y/N snorted, making Soobin gasp in offense.

“No, I’m not ashamed of you!” Soobin sputtered, pointing again at his brothers. “I’m ashamed of them!”

“Why exactly?”

“Look at them, Y/N-ie,” Soobin complained. “They’re bullying me!”

Y/N sighed in exasperation as Soobin continued to whine, hand tugging on hers.

She gave the two princes a nod of acknowledgement.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, your majesties.”

“Y/N, pay attention to me!” Soobin whined, still tugging on Y/N’s hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet the girl my baby brother’s in love with!” Yeonjun cheered.

“No, I’m not!” Soobin protested, tugging on Y/N’s hand. “Y/N, don’t listen to them!”

“Tell me,” Beomgyu said, his eyes sparkling. “What’s it like to be dating my brother?”

“Dating?” Y/N asked, turning to Soobin with raised eyes.

“Y/N, they’re shitting!” Soobin whined, finally standing up. “Just go home!”

“Why won’t you introduce me to your girlfriend?” Yeonjun whined loudly.

“Because you’re scaring her!” Soobin replied, making Y/N shake her head.

“Not really,” she muttered as Soobin interlaced their hands.

“Seriously, you guys are being creepy!” Soobin groaned.

“We’re going to meet her one way or another—you can’t stop us!” Beomgyu declared.

“We’ve already met,” Y/N sighed, smiling as the three brothers fought in front of her like regular siblings do.

It’s been a year since then.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu occasionally tag along with Soobin on his visits, having even met Kai and Taehyun on some occasions.

Beomgyu, when left alone with Kai and Taehyun, is a living nightmare as the two enabled the prince to do all the pranks he wished.

Y/N and Soobin often being the unfortunate targets.

It’s been three hours now since Y/N found out about Soobin’s engagement—sighing as she closed the pub door.

Not every girl can be a princess, but every girl can dream.

As Y/N turned to walk back home, she was shocked to see a gigantic figure in a black cloak stalk towards her.

Any girl would feel fear and anxiety when they see a six-foot tall hooded figure stalking towards them in full speed—but not Y/N. Not when she knew that it was him.

Y/N huffed in surprise as the figure collided towards her, hands encircling her waist tightly and head burying on her shoulder.

“Y/N,” Soobin whispered on her neck.

“I’ve heard,” Y/N smiled weakly, pushing the boy away. “congratulations on your engagement, by the way.”

“I don’t want the engagement!” Soobin said, huffing in irritation. “People keep congratulating me—I don’t want it!”

“Soobin, this is the first step to ascending to the throne!” Y/N explained calmly as Soobin took heavy breaths angrily. “And you’re marrying—“

“I don’t want to get married.”

“—the princess of the Northern Isle—“

“I don’t want her.”

“and she’s going to be your queen!”

“I don’t want her to be my queen!” Soobin raged.

“Soobin, you actually lucked out, she’s a beautiful princess—“

“I don’t want a beautiful princess!” Soobin replied.

“It’s the law, Soobin. You’re a prince, you’re marrying to be a king. Princes marry princesses.”

“I don’t want to marry a princess!” Soobin exclaimed angrily, waving his hands. “You don’t understand—I don’t want a princess, I don’t want her!”

“Then, what the hell do you want, Soobin?” Y/N angrily replied, glaring over at the boy. “And while we’re on the topic—why are you even here?”

Soobin glared angrily, taking heavy breaths as he stood.

“Look at your fancy clothes—you should be in your engagement ball, right?” Y/N spat. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not even supposed to talk to me—“

“Shut up.”

“You’re not even supposed to know me!” Y/N exclaimed. “Think about it—I’m nobody! I’m not smart, I’m not beautiful. I’m not the daughter of some lord or a princess from some far away country—I’m a peasant slaving away at a pub and a bakery everyday trying to survive. You—“

Soobin surged forward, hand grasping her jaw roughly as he crashed his lips on hers.

He pulled away, scoffing.

“Got something else to say?”

“Soobin—“

His hands shifted to her waist, roughly pulling her closer and kissing her once more.

This time, Y/N melted to the kiss as her arms reached up to encircle his neck—toying with the hair behind his head.

Y/N tilted her head as Soobin deepened the kiss, kissing her harder, faster, more passionately.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead on hers as he sighed.

“Soobin,” Y/N started. “You’re making a big mistake,”

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “You will never be a mistake.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, hands running through his hair.

“You can’t run from your future,”

“Of course not,” Soobin shook his head. “My future is you,”

“Soobin, I’m not your future.” Y/N said sadly, cupping his face in her palms. “Please.”

“Y/N, look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything between you and me,” Soobin pleaded, his hands above hers.

Y/N shook her head.

“I can’t because I do,” Y/N whimpered, closing her eyes. “but you’re going to be a king,”

“And you’re going to be my queen,”

“I’m not a princess, Soobin,” Y/N whispered.

Soobin shook his head and leaned back down, connecting his lips to hers again.

With tears leaking out of her eyes, she kissed back.

“I’m going to marry you,”

“Soobin, they won’t let you,” Y/N explained, her hands grasping his head to gently lead his gaze back on hers. “If you try, they’ll stop you—“

“Try and stop me then.”

It’s been three months since his engagement was announced, and nullified the next day.

Y/N could still remember the gossip when the prince released a statement himself, instead of the usual written memorandums and announcements by the royal court.

“I, Prince Soobin, wish not to marry the princess of the Northern Isle. I have promised my own betrothal to a woman of my own choosing, not the country’s—not my father’s.”

A morning three months later Y/N experienced what was, honestly, the most impulsive day she’s ever had—and she had no regrets.

The day started like any ordinary day, until Soobin bursted into the pub with the giddiest smile on his face.

“Let’s get married.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows as Kai almost fell off his chair.

Used to the commotion, Taehyun continued to read his book at a stool by the bar.

Yeonjun rushed past the crown prince, shaking the girl by her shoulders.

“He’s gone mad. He’s finally gone mad,” Yeonjun whispered.

“No, I’m not,” Soobin said, looking at the girl with a lovestruck look. “I just love her,”

“Okay, okay,” Y/N released her rag, walking over to the prince and running her hand through his hair as Yeonjun proceeded to whine to a startled Hueningkai. “What’s wrong, love?”

Beomgyu arrived, immediately skipping over to bother Taehyun and Hueningkai with his brother—paying the young couple by the doorway no mind.

“I want to marry you,”

“I know,” Y/N said, nodding. “now?”

“Yes,”

“Why?”

“Honestly, other than I want you all to myself as soon as possible,” Soobin squeezed her hand, making Y/N smile. “The North Isle has been increasing pressure on me to marry the princess soon, something about dad close to dying and me being a weak king if I don’t have a queen with strong ties—“

“Do you believe them?”

“Of course not,” Soobin rolled his eyes. “but I just thought this is the perfect time—the perfect reason to get married, you know?”

Y/N smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Never been surer of anything in my life.”

“Okay,”

And so they did.

They found a decrepit church—marrying with only Taehyun, Kai, Yeonjun and Beomgyu as their witnesses.

“We’ll figure out how to break it to the country later,” Soobin said, laying a swift kiss on his new wife’s lips. “For now, let’s go home,”

And now here she was—spread bare on the crown prince’s bed, whining.

She threw her head back as Soobin tightened his grip on her leg.

“Soobin,” she whimpered, her hand reaching down to grasp on his hair as he pounded his fingers harder and harder into her. “Please, please, please, please,”

“Hm?” He asked nonchalantly as he stopped his minstrations, “What was that?”

“Please, Soobin,” Y/N practically sobbed. “Let me come, please,”

Soobin snickered, head swooping down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Bin,” she gasped, sobbing as the boy pulled his fingers out of her heat.

“I’m going to fuck you today,” Soobin whispered. “I’m going to fuck a prince my wife’s belly, how amazing,”

Y/N smiled as Soobin rushed to remove his trousers as fast as he can, inching back up to level himself with her face.

“Hi,”

“Hi,” Y/N smiled, giggling as Soobin buried his head on her neck to press quick butterfly kisses.

“Are you ready?”

“As long as it’s with you,”

Soobin smiled against her neck, looking down briefly to line himself up with her entrance.

“Just,” Y/N sighed. “Be gentle.”

Soobin laid a quick kiss on her lips, easing himself in slowly.

Y/N winced, squeezing Soobin’s hands as he muttered quick apologies.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he bottomed out.

“It’s okay, just,” Y/N sighed, breathing in sharply. “give me a minute.”

Soobin nodded understandably, laying small fleeting kisses on her face, neck and jaw while she laid down.

After a few seconds, Y/N shifted her hips—making the prince above her groan.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Soobin whimpered. “It feels really good, you’re so tight,”

Y/N cracked a smile.

“You can move now,”

Soobin let out a sigh of relief, laying a gentle kiss on her lips as he gave an experimental thrust.

Y/N took a sharp breath.

“Does it still hurt?” Soobin asked worriedly.

“No,” Y/N bit her lip. “Do it again.”

Soobin grinned, beginning a slow pace of thrusts.

Y/N bit her lip, suppressing her moans.

“Louder,” Soobin begged. “Let me hear you,”

“Soobin,” Y/N whimpered. “Faster.”

Soobin let out a husky laugh as he picked up her leg, adjusting his pace.

“Oh god,” Y/N breathed, laying her head back and the prince started a relentless pace. “Please, please,”

“Please?”

“Please, don’t stop,” Y/N moaned as she reached up to claw on his back. “Shit. Please keep going,”

Soobin didn’t reply, continuing his fast pace.

His hand slowly inched over to her clit, pressing down and making slow figure eights with his thumbs.

“Say my name,”

Y/n didn’t reply, only responding with a loud moan.

Soobin cursed, hand reaching down to pull on her hair. 

“Fuck, say my name, baby,” Soobin whined. “God, who gets to touch you and see you like this? Only me, right?”

“Yes,” She replied, whimpering. “Only you. Please, please.”

“Say my name, baby.”

“Soobin,” Y/N thrashed, groans and moans of his name spilling out of her lips. “God, you feel so good, please Soobin. Don’t stop.”

“Mine,” Soobin huffed roughly, his hands creating marks on her hips as he drove in and out of her as fast and as hard as he could. “Only mine to spoil, only mine to fuck. My wife. Mine.”

Y/N bit her lip, throwing her head back as she felt a powerful force pulling on her abdomen.

“Soobin, I’m-I’m—“

Soobin panted, his thrusts losing rhythm and getting sloppier by the minute as he muttered over at his wife.

“I love you, I love you,” Soobin muttered kissing her lips through her whines. “Come with me,”

At his cue, Y/N threw her head back, vision flashing a bright white as she came.

Soobin groaned as he gave his last thrusts, head falling down to take a huge bite at Y/N’s neck before he released, painting her walls white.

Soobin fucked them both through their highs, his fingers dancing over the bite mark on her neck.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Y/N smiled. “Nothing hurts when you’re with me.”

Soobin smiled, hands intertwining with his wife’s as he stopped his thrusting—laying a quick kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Soobin.”

She laid a delicate kiss on his lips, sighing fondly as she wiped the sweat off of his brow.

“I love you, too.” Soobin smiled, fingers toying with the golden band on her ring finger.

The next day, Soobin took his new wife to present to his father—delighted at the positive response.

“This is what a queen should be—not only a queen of the palace, but a queen of the people,” his father declared.

Two days later, the royal couple started arranging a royal wedding.

Two weeks later, they’ve announced their marriage to the public, marrying in the public eye fast-forward another week—along with the king passing his throne over to the new king and queen.

The nation was joyed—the golden prince married a queen of common-folk—all was well.

Until four months later, when the Northern Isle sent a letter of grief.

“The princess is saddened to hear about the news of Prince Soobin’s marriage—we find this a personal offense to our country. Our princess is to not be seen as lower than a barmaid at a pub and a saleswoman in a bakery shoppe.”

Soobin sent back an apology.

One week later, they gave back a declaration of war.

“We accuse the King, Soobin, of treason for breaking negotiations and our princess’ heart. We are in grief.”

“I, Soobin, have never given my consent to the engagement—rather, it was decided by the court and your princess. This was not my intention.”

“The war starts today.”

One year later and Soobin never thought he’d see the day when he’s too late—running into the throne room and staring at his queen taking heaving breaths as she clutched the arrow protruding from her stomach.

“Y/N, Y/N, no!” He screamed, dropping his sword with a loud clatter as he ran over to the queen.

As he ran, another arrow shot forward, hitting the junction between her chest.

“No,” Soobin whimpered as he reached the girl, who lay crumpled on a heap on the floor.

“My—“

“Shh, it’s okay,” Soobin muttered, encasing the girl in his arms as he rocked them back and forth, not even bothering to acknowledge the assassin taking aim at him.

A loud thud was heard as Yeonjun ran in, picking up a fallen crossbow from the floor and shooting the assassin point blank.

“Soobin!” Yeonjun cursed, stumbling towards the two. “Y/N, oh god—“

“Yeonjun. Hyung, please,” Soobin sobbed. “Get help,”

Yeonjun cursed as he nodded, laying a quick kiss on the girl’s forehead and stumbling out of the throne room frantically to look for a doctor.

“Y/N, stay with me,” Soobin sobbed, his forehead leaning on hers. “please,”

“I’m sorry, Bin,” Y/N panted, coughing out blood.

Despite this, she mustered up the strength to give him a small smile.

“Hey, don’t cry, you big baby.”

“Shut up,” Soobin sobbed, cradling her face. “Now is not the time,”

“Ah, I’m sorry, love,” Y/N winced. “I told you I wasn’t your future,”

“No, no,” Soobin shook his head frantically. “Stop talking like you’re dying today. You’re not dying today.”

“Soobin—“

“Yeonjun! Beomgyu!” Soobin screamed. “Somebody!”

Y/N coughed again, wincing as she mustered up her energy to lift her arms and pull his head down.

Soobin sobbed harder as his mouth connected to hers.

Y/N pulled away, smiling.

“Soobin, I’d take these few short years with you over one whole lifetime,” Y/N laughed, tears flowing out of her eyes.

Soobin closed his eyes, laying a kiss on her forehead.

“Does it hurt?” He muttered to her forehead.

“No,”

“Why?”

“Because you’re here,” Y/N said. “Nothing hurts when you’re here,”

Soobin’s body shook as tears continuously poured out of his eyes.

He can hear the shouting, the screaming from outside—but none of it matters anymore.

Not when his reason for fighting is dying in his arms.

Sensing his thoughts, Y/N looked back up at him.

“Soobin, you are the best king this country has ever had,” Y/N whispered. “Keep being that king. Okay?”

Soobin sniffled, silent as he gazed at her eyes for as long as he can—even just for one last time.

Y/N took his hand gripping it tightly as she sighed.

“Soobin, I need you to promise me you’ll move on and continue—marry, have kids. Be the king the land deserves.”

“I’ll try,”

“Good,” Y/N closed her eyes, chuckling. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you the family you wanted.”

Soobin’s smiled gently, shaking his head.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re all I ever wanted.” Soobin said, laying another kiss on her forehead. “Y/N, I love you.”

There was no response—the tight grip on his hand loosening.

He heard Y/N’s crown falling off of her head.

Heavy was the head that wears the crown. Soobin often thought, eyes locking onto the crown. He has to watch the people he loves one-by-one.

Soobin clutched the dead queen in his arms, not making any sound as he let the tears flow down on his face.

Yeonjun burst into the throne room, an infirmary doctor behind him.

“Soobin, here’s—“

Yeonjun stopped, glancing down at his crying brother holding the girl in his arms.

Beomgyu appeared next to his brother, gasping at the sight on the floor.

“Is she—“

“Yeah, Gyu.”

The young prince only stayed silent, as he watched Soobin mourn on the floor next to his lost love.

Yeonjun only stared at the queen’s corpse on the floor—frozen and unsure.

Taking charge, Beomgyu gulped down his tears and cleared his throat.

“Clear out the fields, prepare a pyre and prepare two royal funeral shrouds,” Beomgyu declared to a nearby soldier, who nodded and left.

“Two?” Yeonjun asked, turning over to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu gave his brother a look of sadness as Soobin looked up at him, clutching onto his dead wife.

“Yes. One for the queen, and one for her unborn child.”

At this, the king released his first pained scream.

Soobin didn’t feel any pain, really.

He remembered he lied on his bed, in the bedroom.

His wedding portrait with Y/N directly placed on the mantle in front of the fireplace, as the loud crackle of the burning embers almost comforted him.

He remembered his first great-grand daughter, and third great-grandchild, being presented to him by the king—Beomgyu’s son, and the new queen—Taehyun’s daughter.

Princess Y/N, Second of her Name—it was the official title of the new princess, who will get to live the nice and happy life the first Y/N never got to live.

His fingers fiddled with the two wedding rings, his and Y/N’s, on his frail fingers as he fell asleep.

And then he woke up.

It was a field under the stars.

Soobin was appalled—how did he get from falling asleep in his bed to the middle of a flower field?

He reached up to fiddle with the wedding rings on his fingers before realizing there was only one.

Y/N’s was missing.

“No, no, no, no,” He muttered to himself, eyes brimming with tears as he turned in circles and swept the flowers to the side—looking for the ring. “Where—“

It was only then that Soobin realized that he was wearing white shoes and white pants.

He realized he was wearing a bright red coat with a golden sash—the crown of the king heavy on his head once again for the first time since he gave it off to Beomgyu’s son during the coronation.

His hands weren’t pale and wrinkly, only smooth and strong. Nothing hurt anymore.

He even saw strands of black hair falling over his eyes like it used to before, when he was young.

“How—“ he muttered, walking over to a nearby pond to gaze at his reflection.

It was him—well, the young him. Looking exactly the same as he did on the day he was crowned king and the day he got married to—

“Don’t you look dashing?”

He turned around, gasping as he saw her for the first time in more than five decades.

She sat on the flower bed, at the edge of the pond with her diamond-encrusted shoes thrown haphazardly next to her.

Her hair cascaded down her back as she sent him a small smile, legs tucked in as she let her wedding gown flow around her.

“Y/N,” he stumbled over to the girl, making her giggle.

“Hi,” she smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his face as tears slowly started to roll down.

“Don’t cry,”

“Is this a dream?” He asked, voice shaking. “I don’t want to wake up,”

“It’s not, it’s not,” Y/N reassured, leaning her forehead on his. “I promise.”

Soobin leaned forward to plant a delicate kiss on her lips, holding on in fear of her disappearing on him again.

“Don’t leave me,”

“Not anymore, Bin. I promise.” Y/N reassured, running her hands through his hair like she always used to. “We’ve been waiting,”

“We?” Soobin asked, his eyes still closed.

“Yes, we,” Y/N snorted. “Beomgyu would like you to know that you took an awfully long time dying. I think he missed you,”

“Beomgyu?”

“And Yeonjun,” Y/N smiled. “said something about how he never expected you’d outlive Beomgyu. Something about bad weeds should have died last. There was a big argument.”

Yeonjun and Beomgyu—the two princes.

Yeonjun died not long after Y/N, much to the grief of the people.

In the war to stop the attack of the Northern Isles, the prince led the fray and gave his life to ensure all troops returned home—letting himself blow in a ship of explosives to cause a distraction.

Years later, Beomgyu married and had a son.

It wasn’t long until he followed his brother to the grave, dying of sickness at an early age.

“Speaking of Beomgyu,” Y/N hummed leaning her head on Soobin’s chest. “Why did you give the crown to his son?”

“Because I didn’t have an heir,” Soobin chuckled.

“Why didn’t you get a wife, have a son?”

Soobin only smiled, raising up her hand and marvelling at the way the golden band rested comfortably on her finger—shining as it always did.

Y/N smiled.

“Taehyun and Kai misses you too, by the way. Kai said he missed his sparring buddy, Taehyun and Yeonjun go too hard sometimes,” Y/N explained.

Like typical best-friends-turned-brothers, Taehyun and Kai grew up together—mourned the queen, their best friend, together—and died together.

It was so fitting, how Taehyun died a few days after his daughter was crowned queen due to the plague—and Kai following him a few days later with the same reason.

The brothers who did everything together, leaving together.

“It must have been hard,” Y/N said, sighing as she ran a hand through his hair.

Soobin nodded, taking a deep breath as he placed another kiss on her lips.

Y/N tilted her head, her gaze soft and affectionate.

“You were a good king—the best king,” Y/N smiled, causing Soobin to shake his head.

“I did it all for you,” Soobin replied. “you told me to.”

“I knew you could do it,” Y/N sighed, standing up and dusting her gown. “Soobin, you didn’t answer me. Why didn’t you marry?”

Soobin breathed, his hand grabbing hers to place a delicate kiss over her knuckles.

“I can’t see myself next to anyone but you,” Soobin said, hands falling to her waist as he leaned in. “The only one I want to marry, the only one I want to have kids with—you are my future.”

Y/N closed her eyes, tears falling from her face as she chuckled.

“Soobin, I didn’t say it back.” Y/N said.

“Hm?”

“When I died,” Y/N said. “I didn’t get to say it back,”

Soobin smiled, pressing his lips onto hers.

Y/N gasped, tears falling down as she melted into the kiss—her hands wrapping around his neck just like the first time they kissed.

“I love you, Soobin.”

“I love you, too,” Soobin smiled, kissing her once more. “Now, come on. Show me where Beomgyu is—Life after death and he’s still talking smack,”

Y/N smiled as she pulled him along to the castle behind the light, to the place of kings, to the city of stars.

Right where they belong.

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Rose Petal: Chapter 1

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pairing: Wolffe x fem!Reader

warnings: cursing, horrible views towards clone(I’m sorry)

word count: 1,951

Fluff/Angst

notes: I would like to give a special thanks to my best friend (@jelisnail) for coming up with the baby’s name. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to post this. I hope you like it.

Tags: @jelisnail​, @catsnkooks​, @queenchaos-5​

Wolffe sat in the back of the cab, holding a small bundle of blankets close to his chest. Tears that had once poured down his face had long since dried, leaving stained streaks on his cheeks. Wolffe’s eyes were still puffy and the tip of his nose was pink. Wolffe was in a daze, lost in his own thoughts as he stared out the window next to him, hardly able to focus on the speeders rushing past him. The lights of the other speeders blurred at the speed.

 ‘Why couldn't you have stayed?’ Wolffe thought. ‘How can you expect me to do this? I don’t know what I’m doing.’

Wolffe wanted to cry again, but he had no tears left. He was at a complete and utter loss. He hadn’t felt this broken since the Separatists killed the majority of his original battalion. His vod. Leaving only himself, Boost, and Sinker. 

He was pulled away from his thoughts by soft cooing coming from the bundle in his arms. Wolffe looked down at the bundle, seeing the face of the small baby it held. He smiled softly at the baby, who was looking up at him with big golden-brown eyes. His baby. His daughter. Wolffe slowly lifts his hand and lightly boops her nose, drawing out a little giggle from the baby. Wolffe leans down and presses a small kiss to her forehead. As he pulled back, Wolffe saw a big smile on his daughter’s face. 

“Alright, buddy, we’re here.” the driver said, as the cab slowed to a stop.

Wolffe passed him credits and carefully exited the cab. He watched as it sped away. He sighed and started walking back towards the barracks, trying to figure out what to do with his daughter. He wasn’t just going to abandon her.

‘This wasn’t part of the plan. Sera wasn’t supposed to-’ Wolffe thought.

He sighed again. He needed a new plan. Who could he go to for help? Wolffe’s eyes widened in realization. 

“(Y/N),” Wolffe said out loud, looking at his baby, who only blink at him in response. “She’ll help us, ad’ika. I know she will.”

You were Wolffe’s best friend, but it wasn’t always that way. You two met when you arrived to the 104th as a civilian medic. You two instantly disagreed on everything. Wolffe refused to believe you actually cared for the clones. That is until he got hurt. Ventress attacked him with her lightsabers, resulting in Wolffe losing his right eye. You were the one who treated him, took care of him. After that, Wolffe saw you differently. He actually talked to you. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. And one thing led to another. 

You were the only one who knew about the baby. Though you both suspected Plo Koon knew and he just didn’t mention it. Though neither of you knew for sure. That’s why Wolffe instantly thought of you. Not that he didn’t trust his vod. It’s the fact that they wouldn’t know what to do any more than he did. Since you were a civvie doctor, however, he figured you were his best bet. 

He quickly made his way to your barracks. He’d apologize later for how late it was. He checked the chrono on the wall: 0300 hours. He sighed and pounded on your door. He heard grumbling on the other side. The door opened and revealed an extremely grumpy you. 

“Do you have any idea what time it-,” You paused, realizing who was at your door. “Wolffe. What’s wro-.”

You stopped when you saw the bundle of blankets in his arms. Your eyes doubled in size. You instantly looked up at Wolffe’s face, seeing nothing but anxiety, fear, and sadness.

“Come in.” You said, moving out of the doorway for Wolffe to make his way into the room.

You closed the door behind him. As you turn back around, you see Wolffe standing awkwardly in the middle of your barracks. You could tell he was trying to think of what to say. You’d never seen Wolffe at such an utter loss for words. It hurt you to see him this way.

“Wolffe?” you asked, drawing his attention. “What happened?”

He sighed, still clutching the baby.

“She left. Sera left. She kriffing ran away!” He yelled. 

The baby began wailing. Wolffe winced and tried rocking her, but she wouldn’t stop crying. You stepped forward and looked at Wolffe. Wolffe nodded and reluctantly handed you the baby he hadn’t let go of since he left the hospital. As soon as the girl was in your arms, she instantly calmed down with the help of your gentle rocking and soothing shushes. Wolffe let out a sigh of relief. 

“I’m not even gonna ask how you did that.”

“What do you mean she ran away, Wolffe?”

“I just… I just went to go get caf.”

“She’s beautiful, Sera,” Wolffe said in awe as he stared at his sleeping daughter.

“Yeah.”

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Wolffe asked. 

“No.”

“Um, al-alright. Hey, I’m-I’m gonna go get some caf real quick. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Sera didn’t respond and Wolffe decided just to take it as a yes. As he made his way to the mess, all he could think about was the precious baby girl in her mother’s arms. From the moment he saw that little girl, he knew he’d protect her with his life. He’d do anything for her. She was his world. And if doing anything for her meant he’d have to live the rest of his short life with Sera, then he would. He’d do it in a heartbeat. As much as he’d hate to do so. 

Wolffe got his caf and made his way back to the hospital room. Once he got there his brows furrowed in confusion. The baby was there, but Sera wasn’t. In her place on the bed was a note.

‘Wolffe,

I’m not going to do this, and trust me I’m not sorry about it. I can’t raise a baby with something like you. A clone, not even a real person. Just an object owned by the Republic. Something for me to use for my own pleasure. Something to die alone and forgotten on some battlefield. And then I got pregnant with your spawn. A punishment I didn’t deserve. I’m not going to sit around and raise your baby, if you can even call that thing a baby at all, while you go running around the galaxy, leaving me to do everything. But I’m not going to do that. We both know we don’t love each other, and I certainly don’t love that thing you put inside me. And I know you were going to leave me. That is until you found out I was pregnant with your whatever it is. Don’t even bother trying to find me. I’ll be long gone, starting a life with a person, a human, a real man. Not some freak laboratory experiment like you. Oh, and name the little monster whatever you want, I don’t care.

Sera’

Wolffe crumpled the note in pure anger. But then tears started to fall, but not for Sera. She was right he didn’t love her, and he was going to leave her until he found out she was pregnant. No. He cried because of his daughter and how Sera called her a ‘thing’. And be really couldn’t care less about what Sera thought of him, because he already knew it was true. He was just a clone. Expendable. Property of the Republic. A weapon, created to destroy and die. But that beautiful baby girl was NOT a thing. NOT a monster. She was a person. One who deserved the world. 

‘It’s my fault,’ Wolffe thought. ‘If she hadn’t been my baby, she would still have a mother. She could have the life she deserved. Maybe I should give her her best shot and give her to a couple who can take care of her and give her a normal life.’

He dropped the note, letting it fall to the ground, and made his way other to the small bassinet that held his world. His heart. Tears still pour down his cheeks. He looked at the small girl. He gently picked her up, and gently held her in his arms, making sure to support her head just like the nurse had instructed him to do. His heart melted as she slowly opened her eyes to look up at him. They were golden-brown, the same as his. He knew then and there, that he’d never give up his daughter. He would fight until his last breath to keep her. 

“Wolffe, I am so sorry.” You paused looking down at the now sleeping baby. “I can’t believe Sera said all those horrible things about you and the baby.”

“Yeah, Sera shouldn’t have kriffing said banthashit about my daughter.”

“She shouldn’t have said that banthashit about you either, Wolffe.”

“It’s the truth, (Y/N).”

“Gods, Wolffe, no it’s not. You’re a man, not an object. You’re a person. You’re not something she can use. You’re a human being with feelings and emotions. I wished you’d understand that.”

Wolffe didn’t meet your gaze as you both stayed quiet for a few moments. Wolffe broke the silence first. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, (Y/N). I want to keep her. I have to keep her, but I don’t know how I’m going to do it.”

You hummed at that. Thinking of how you could help Wolffe. You rolled your eyes.

‘Damn Republic and your stupid prejudice and you unfair rules towards the clones.’ You thought. 

If clones were allowed to have children this would be a lot easier to deal with. Wolffe could get decommissioned if this got out. You knew his vod would protect both Wolffe and their new niece. And General Plo certainly wouldn’t let anything happen to them either.

“I’ll help you, Wolffe.”

He smiled at me. 

“I figured you would, but I just don’t know how to do this. How do I even be a father? How am I gonna watch my daughter while I’m planetside, trying to keep myself, the General, and my vod alive?”

You think for a moment, then smile. You still hold the baby in your arms.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you other than you’ll figure out how to be a father. That’s what everyone has to do. As far as watching the baby… I can watch her.”

Wolffe’s brows shoot up and his jaw drops. 

“No, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I offered and I’d be glad to do it. Look, I’m not a field medic, meaning I’m almost never planetside. Meaning your daughter will be safe with me away from all the shooting and explosions.”

Wolffe sighed, seeing no other option that didn’t involve giving up his daughter. He nodded reluctantly in agreement. 

“What do we do now?” Wolffe asked. 

“Well, for right now, you need to sleep.”

Wolffe went to protest. 

“No, Wolffe I’m guessing you haven’t slept in hours because of the baby being born. I’ll stay up and watch her. We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow. I already have some ideas I need to think more about.”

Wolffe nodded and you gestured to your cot. Wolffe plopped down on it and closed his eyes. 

“Wolffe?” 

He hummed in response. 

“What’s her name?”

Wolffe opened his eyes and looked at the bundle in your arms. He thought for a second before smiling at the baby. 

“Rose.” He whispered so softly you almost couldn’t hear him. “My little rose petal.”

#commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #commander wolffe x you #wolffe #commander wolffe #rose petal fic #the clone wars fic #the clone wars #(Y/N)

[caramelgeddon]

Danganronpa with a yottadere so (I added more)

Hey I know I said the final for dere creature feature would be utahdere but those don’t exist I got the name wrong like a dumb. Anyways yottaderes are often drinking and drunk so how would danganronpa characters react to that. -mod himiko

(Also from now on the headcannons with so that are platonic will be labeled as such rather then mix them together)

Ibuki

Oh she has a great solution

Drink more than them

After all both so and her love to party

There two half’s of the same adorable idiot

She loves throwing parties with them there both best friends and lovers

Her so does have a soft side after partying she becomes sleepy and cuddles up all close to ibuki

They’re so ducking cute (haha I like ducks)

“Oh so I love it when your like this.. well I love you in general”

“Oh ibubu I love you sssssooo much too”

(Hah drunk emotional go brr)

Kiibo

Why would a human deliberately poison themselves?

He doesn’t know but he finds s/o cute drunk

S/o: “Heyhey robo-Robo hey hey… I love you man… you’re like a teddy bear but a cute robotic bear”

Kiibo: “Wha- I am not a bear.”

S/o: “hah I’m gonna boop you’re bear nose *boop*

Kiibo: *cue overheating blushing*

Kiibo doesn’t understand why he feels like this so who does he go too

Tits Mcgee. Miu iruma!

Miu: “Hahaha she called you a bear! What a great pick up line… anyways robodick ask her out and get a room!”

Kiibo: “the more I talk to you the more you scare me miu”

*as he goes towards his so he feels every step and gets more nervous with every step*

Kiibo: uh s/o

S/o: what’s up cute-bo?

Kiibo: uh I like you do you like me too?

S/o: well duh! I was bashing you over the head with hey I like you!

Kiibo: I had no clue

S/o: hah your like a anime protagonist your dumb and cute!

Hagakure

He doesn’t have much money

But he’ll spend anything to make them happy

But…

He doesn’t need to there drunk s/o loves em no matter what

But he gets kokichi to help him manage his money

Hagakure: kokichi s/o needs a new pair of shoes

Kokichi: hiro as your financial advisor I-

Hagakure: they need it hurry! Hurry I can’t lose her!

Kokichi: I got it you happy?

Hagakure: how can I be happy when you spending all my money!

Kokichi: you did it again! You say I can’t lose them and I say but the budget! And then you say we’re not talking about this or this but this!

S/o refunds everything and tells them he doesn’t need them to spend all this money

(Yes this whole segment was a reference to spongebobs episode Krusty love)

Angie

Aw this sweet person must be a blessing from Auta

She loves them the way they are so emotional and lovey dovey when drunk

S/o *burp* hey Angie you remind me of wiener dogs because you’re both cute

Angie: yahaha you’re so weird s/o

They go together like gasoline and fire

One day some sleezbag comes up to you and says

“Hey baby why don’t we get out of here and I’ll give you a tour of my bedroom”

S/o “b-but I’ve seen a bed before there quite bland”

Angie: can I use you as a sacrifice atua would love you to be cast into a pit of torture!

Scary and protective.

And lovable

She defends them no matter what

No one will pick on her s/o

NO ONE

She loves teasing them

Angie: yahaha s/o you’re drunk… I know because you’re clingy and hug my leg when you’re drunk… *headpats*

Angie: you’re so cute s/o my cute little drunk

Taka

At first he doesn’t like you

I mean drinking, breaking rules it’s like the anti him

But one day

Kokichi: alright all you disgusting cum dumpsters (no it’s not a room full of mius… that would make a good shitpost)

Kokichi: it’s time for Russian roulette! Huh what *someone whispers to him*

Kokichi: Oh I’m sorry I misheard we’re actually playing spin the bottle!

Kokichi: it’s like Russian roulette but with making out its great!

Kokichi: everyone has to play, or else my secret organization will come after you

*as the bottle spins everyone’s heart is pumping through there ears. Everyone is so anxious and excited to see who it lands on*

Kokichi: ooh it lands on s/o. Hmm s/o invite someone to do seven minutes in heaven with you

S/o: I want taka-tata

Taka: w-wait what

Kokichi: *pushes them in* you heard the drunk! Enjoy you lovebirds!

Taka: i don’t understand… why me

S/o: hey Ive been meaning to give you exactly what’s been coming to you for a long time *there voice is angry and menacing booming like giant*

*hug*

Taka: u-uh

S/o: I respect you so much being so prim and propper. I could never be like that.. it gets me into trouble.. falling behind

Taka: oh I could help you s/o with your assignments

S/o: r-really thanks tata! Hey tata… I respect you so much I got a one of those crush things for you…

Taka: *nervous boi energy activate*

Taka: uh… I’ll just help you study… it’s definitely not a excuse for a study date haha

S/o: ok tata

Bonus tsuyu (mha)

Oh she loves s/o the moment she lays her eyes on them

There so cute

She takes them out to a forest-ey area

She thinks it’s a bad idea for a first date…

But turns out s/o has a soft spot for nature (and hard spots too… I’m so sorry teruteru became real and made me write that)

Tsuyu: hey s/o you’re my little lily pad you know that

That was the final I wish I could have added more (I’m adding more) but I didn’t know what else to write as for the question will I do this again? Maybe

#yottadere #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #headcannons #ibuki mioda #sdr2 ibuki #ibuki danganronpa #dr kiibo #drv3 kiibo #danganronpa kiibo #yasuhiro #hagakure headcanons #angie yonaga #kiyotaka ishimaru #dr1 kiyotaka

[wrathandgreed]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day.

For your ask game may I ask 🎨& ⚡?

Okay, so Tumblr ate my first response when I was alt-tabbing between this and Docs. Thanks, Tumblr! But thank you for the prompt, @evierena !

🎨 - Show us a WIP

From “Horn Maintenance” (short fic, fluff, Asmo x reader)

“Hey!” You boop him on the nose with the flat end of the file. “Let me work here.”

A great sigh. “But darling, you’re right here in front of me, and you’re cute enough to nibble on!”

You almost give in. But you want to see if you can bring Other Asmo back. So you settle yourself down in his lap and give him a kiss - not one of passion, but one of gentleness. Then you kiss the tip of his nose and smile right into his eyes. “Azzy, just let me just be affectionate for awhile. Let me take care of you a little.”

“Affec -“ For the briefest of moments, Asmo looks confused and it makes you really sad. You wonder if anyone’s ever asked to ‘take care of him’ without it being a sexual reference. You give him another kiss simply because you can’t stand seeing that look on his face. And then, without looking at him again, you turn back to his horn splinter and get to work.

From “The Seven Brothers Detective Agency” ( I did some googling into the “hard boiled detective” genre, and it’s fascinating. Apparently, in the early 1900s, it’s not that there was a lot of police corruption, it’s that the basic job of the police was enforcing things FOR the mob and/or politicians (basically the same thing back then). In the 1920’s, thanks to Prohibition, the mob began having so much money and power on their own that they didn’t need the cops anymore, and the alliance began to fracture. Enter, now, stories about this schism - people wanted justice, and they wanted stories about people to defend them from organized crime - AND from the cops (again, basically the same thing). So we wind up with the noir detective, usually a cop who disagreed with corruption, and is now jaded and cynical about their fall from the organization. Usually also dealing with shell-shock from WWI. )

(These are currently more like notes than full-on HCs)

Lucifer (The Boss)

Son of Old Money

Served in the Great War, very much against his father’s wishes. Men of their status do not sit in trenches and eat canned muck and get shot by German snipers.

Almost died more than once, saw some Major Shit.

Had a lot of trouble adjusting when he came home. Beds were too soft, everything glittered and sparkled and was too wide-open.

Also too boring. He spent two years facing life and death, and sitting back at his father’s desk with a cigar felt too simple.

So he decided to become a policeman. One of the **good** ones. He truly wanted to make a difference.

The day he enrolled, his father disowned him. Lucifer still had money left to him by his mother, but everything from his old man, including controlling interest in the company, was given to….someone else.

And for the first time, Lucifer felt free.

Rose in the ranks, thanks to charisma and intelligence.

Knew about the corruption, refused to participate, but felt he was too junior still to do anything about it.

By the time he was a senior detective, he’d gotten used to it. He wasn’t tempted by bribes himself, since he had more money than he would ever need. 

If he was actually going to help people, he needed to stay on the force. To stay on the force, he had to turn a blind eye.

At least until the murder.

A young Black singer, the daughter of one of his father’s servants. 

He’d grown up with her, their servant’s kids were as much his siblings as his actual sister. 

This girl was younger than him by a few years, but her voice had been heavenly. 

She sang in speakeasies, throaty voice singing the blues.

And now she was dead - brutalized and strangled for telling a rich white kid “no”.

The bastard was caught with blood quite literally on his hands. He fucking confessed.

But the boy’s father was a major contributor of the Chief’s - so her death was ruled an unsolved homicide.

Enraged, Lucifer did what he swore he would never do - he fought the system.

And lost.

And those who supported him - whatever their reasons - were kicked out of the force right alongside him.

So, with too much money on his hands, too much grief in his heart, and too many junior officers looking to him for leadership, Lucifer starts the Seven Brothers Detective Agency.

He saw his juniors - his friends, his **brothers** - and realized that, for most of them, they hadn’t just lost a job, they’d lost a reason to get up in the morning. So he gave them one.

He’ll never admit that he needed a reason to get up even more than they did.

At this point, he’s low key a functioning alcoholic.

He uses big-money cases in order to fund helping the disenfranchised.

Will always help people in real trouble, even if they can’t pay at all.

He spends most of his time on paperwork in the office, and occasionally bailing his juniors out of jail. 

Or paying off their mob debts.

Kind of the same thing, anyway.

When he does go out into the field, though, he’s formidable. 

He seems to have this otherworldly charm, and people find themselves talking to him, telling him things they maybe shouldn’t.

He’s an expert at questioning someone around in circles until they don’t even know what they’re saying.

He’s also an expert at asking such direct questions that people become uncomfortable. You can learn a lot from someone’s discomfort.

⚡️ - Biggest fear

What really scares me is uncertainty and insecurity. I grew up pretty poor. Not like super poverty, but the type of poor where you start working off the books at 11 and you eat dinner at your grandparents house for a few weeks because your own parents can’t afford groceries because something happened that sucked up available funds. Also, my mom was sick most of my childhood, so I wound up being her caretaker and between that and the whole getting-a-job-at-11 thing, I didn’t really have a childhood or teenage-hood. I’m a lot older now, and I’m in a pretty secure financial place, but I’m still desperately afraid of that one accident or emergency that will send me back into eating at other people’s houses or having to borrow money from my parents to afford to fix my car.

I’ve also got some of my mom’s conditions - plus a few mental illnesses - so part of my fear of uncertainty is what’s going to happen to me in the future. By the time she was my age, my mom was going blind and suffering mini-strokes. I’ve managed to avoid all of that, but for how long? We survive on my salary, so if I become unable to work, we’re screwed. Not to mention I can only be as healthy as I am because my job provides top-tier health insurance. What happens if I lose it? I’m not having children, so how will I be looked after if I actually live to be old?

So, short answer, I guess, is just “the future” - I’m always afraid of things taking a sharp downturn, because my childhood was nothing BUT thinking things were fine and then everything exploding in your face.

#ask game #obey me WIP #w&g stuff #thanks!

[sambergscott]

a little drabble inspired by this message from @fourdrinkamy​ ant how big and alert mac’s eyes are!! i'm gonna go cry again

it’s crazy that waking up at 6.30am is considered a lie in for him now. with a newborn, who is half-santiago, long gone are the days he’d sleep in til noon. most days he’s up before it’s even light outside. his coffee intake has more than quadrupled, but it’s totally worth it to hang out with the baby they wanted for so long.

his bed is empty, which is a little unusual. amy likes to stay in bed with mac in the mornings and snuggle under the covers and finish last night’s crossword together (she gives him the clues and pretends he knows the answer, booping him on his lil nose before filling in the appropriate boxes) (it’s the cutest thing in the entire world).

he fumbles for the baby monitor on his nightstand, blindly turning it on. it crackles, then he hears amy’s laughter.

he’s always loved her laugh. the way her eyes crinkle in the corners, the way she tilts her head, the way she keeps a not-so-secret note in her phone of the funniest things he’s said (she started it when he was in florida) (it was rosa’s idea to help ease the pain of missing him) (whenever he catches her adding to it he falls in love even more and gets brainstorming on the next joke).

he still thinks about their undercover date as johnny and dora when she said him making her laugh was how she knew he was the one. he’s always been the class clown (or now, precinct clown) (terry literally hired him to be a clown at cagney and lacey’s 3rd birthday party) but ever since he met her outside that elevator, he’s really only cared about making one person laugh.

her.

thrilled that their son has inherited his comedic talents, and already missing his 2 favourite people, he hops out of bed and heads for the nursery, leaning against the door frame to take in the tableau.

amy is in the rocking chair her mom and dad gave them (it was the one they used for all their babies and as amy was their only daughter, they thought it was the perfect baby gift), mac swaddled in her arms. she has her phone out, showing him something, and mac’s big, alert eyes are staring right at it, a tiny baby smile tracing his lips.

“thought we had a no screen time before 9am rule?”

she glances up at him, her own smile widening. “i guess motherhood has turned me into a rebel”

“oh yeah, you’re a total rebel” he teases, thinking back to yesterday when they went to ikea for some finishing touches to the nursery and she made him walk all the way round to go back and get something they forgot, just so they weren’t walking against the direction of the arrows. “what’s so important that it’s got you breaking rules, santiago?”

“oh, nothing” she shrugs, acting cool. “just showing him some pictures”

he narrows his eyes suspiciously. call it detective intuition. “what pictures?”

“just some ones of you, doesn’t matter”

he pieces together the final piece of the puzzle (metaphorically, of course, because he always loses at least one piece and it drives amy crazy that they can never finish a 2,000 piece puzzle that they’ve spent days working on). “YOU’RE SHOWING HIM THE NOSE RING PHOTO!”

“what? no” she says way too quick and he can see through her lies like the perp he arrested last week that denied stabbing a guy, despite holding a knife and being covered in blood

“you swore you would never tell anyone!”

“and i’ve kept that promise all these years! i just got my phone out to take a picture of him making a cute face and then my phone said my storage was full, you know, because i’ve been taking so many pictures of him, and then i was going back and deleting stuff from my camera roll when i found it”

“i have never felt more betrayed. and by my own wife” he makes a noise of disgust

“i’m sorry, babe, but it’s just so funny. he loves it, look”

he walks over to them and watches as amy swipes right to a random picture of some binders and then left, back to the nose ring photo, mac’s face lighting up at the offending image

“you think laughing at daddy is cool, pal?” he points an accusing finger at mac who makes a gurgling happy sound (that’s not quite a laugh yet, but is the closest baby version to it and is his new favourite sound in the world) (even better than taylor’s bridge in last kiss and the way amy says his name whenever he’s done something sweet)

“only when he has long hair and a nose ring” amy responds on mac’s behalf

“hilarious” he deadpans, rolling his eyes. he cut his hair years ago and yet his wife will not let him live it down

“you tell him embarrassing stories about me!” she cries

“amy, all your embarrassing stories are that you got an a- on a test once or you solved a case in two weeks instead of one or your ponytail wasn’t quite as shiny as it usually is. it’s not nose ring level embarrassing”

“fine,” she concedes “i apologise, i won’t bring it up again. unless he wants a nose ring, in which case it is my duty as his mom to show him how dumb he’d look”

“fine,” he agrees, ignoring the hurtful comment. he actually looked super cool and he scored one whole date because of the nose ring until it got infected and he had to take it out and the girl was no longer interested. whatever. her loss. he ended up with his dream girl anyway

“want to hold him and make friends again while i go change into something not covered in baby spit-up?”

“always.” he carefully accepts the precious cargo, bouncing him gently in his arms. he kisses amy before she leaves the room, squashing mac in between them, and spends the next 20 minutes showing mac all his amy photos, the 9am rule be damned

(yeah, he’s a rebel too. he once had a freakin’ nose ring)

when amy returns in clean clothes and her natural curls that she hasn’t bothered taming since mac was born, she raises her eyebrows. “showing him embarrassing photos of me? low blow, peralta”

“i’m actually not, santiago,” he says snarkily, then murmurs “i couldn’t find any” under his breath

“then why have you still got a screen in front of him?” she rests one hand on her hip

“i’m showing him normal pictures of you. he needs to see how pretty his mom is, babe! it’s a rite of passage! like a bar mitzvah”

she gets this soft look on his face despite herself and he would pat himself on the back if he weren’t holding his son

“for the record,” he adds, “he thinks his mom is suuuuper pretty. the prettiest mom in the entire world”

“he told you that did he?” she laughs

“mm-hmm. we’re bros so he confided in me, he probably wouldn’t say it again while you’re around but he’s definitely thinking it”

“well thank you my little macaroni,” she coos and honest to god, the nickname (of his nickname) was only supposed to be a joke at first, but now it’s kind of stuck and their entire family are calling him macaroni

(charles loves it)

(the first time hitchcock and scully heard it, on the other hand, they thought someone had brought in a delicious bowl of macaroni and cheese and were highly disappointed that they were just talking about the baby again, storming back to their desks in a huff)

“i think you’re very handsome too, mr mac”

“i told you, ames. he’s liquid fire. liquid. fire.”

she laughs again and mac gurgles and he thinks that if he can spend his entire life doing that, making his 2 favourite people laugh, then they’re going to be ok

#my writing #jake x amy #b99 fics

[skzsauce01]

42nd Moon Pt 3

Description: By some stroke of luck, you get off the waitlist of your biology class. You’d never have guessed you’d find your soulmate there, let alone that he already has a girlfriend... Or that he comes from a fraternity of werewolves.

Warning: none

Word count: 3k

Pairing: werewolf!Jisung x fem!reader,  werewolf!Hyunjin x fem!reader

A/N: Extra long chapter with lots of fluff! Stay inside while reading please!

Chapter List

Despite your every effort to give up on Hyunjin, it still hurts to see him and Jiyoung on the couch, noses touching and legs entangled.

You clutch the strap of your bag even tighter and will your feet to walk past the fraternity’s common room. You are here with a mission, and Hyunjin is not part of any of it.

At last, you make your way around the maze that is the Mu Alpha Theta house and find the door leading to your destination. You raise your fist and knock twice.

A whimper comes from the other side, so you ease the door open. Inside, you find a silver wolf lying limply on the rug.

“Goodness, Jisung!” you exclaim, running to his side. “Have you even eaten?”

He lets out another sad noise and moves only to rest his overheating muzzle on your lap.

You give him a few pats before pulling out a thermos from your bag. You open it and scoop out some of its contents with a spoon. 

“Open,” you tell him.

He does so wearily and you turn the spoon over on his tongue. Jisung mulls over the food for a few seconds before his eyes light up at the taste. He sits up, wraps his teeth over the container, and tilts it back in successions to consume its contents. When he finishes, he hands you back your container and boops your arm with his nose as thanks before collapsing back onto the ground.

You laugh at his pup-ish antics and lean over to scratch his ears. That is when you hear it.

“Hyunjin-ah,” a feminine voice from outside giggles.

“Shh,” comes an equally cheery male voice. “You’re gonna wake up Jisung.”

“Whatever,” she titters. “I love you~” 

“I love you too, Sweetcakes.”

Jisung feels your hand grow tense, and he lets out a whimper of concern.

His noise pulls your thoughts back to the current situation. “Ah sorry. It seems like getting over your soulmate’s a little harder than anticipated, but I’ll be fine,” you reassure him.

Jisung grunts, unconvinced.

“Hyunjin, stop it~”

You freeze up again. You can hear your increasing heart rate pounding in your head

“You really want me to?”

Giggles.

Jisung growls and gets on all fours, prepared to head towards the door to confront his fraternity brother.

“No wait, Jisung stop,” you beg, standing between him and the door. “It’s not our business to interfere. I’ve already made my decision, so there isn’t any reason why you need to go out there.”

He narrows his eyes at you and circles you a few times, ultimately forcing you back to the center of his room. 

“Ji-”

You yelp in surprise as he gives your ankle a small nip, causing you to trip backwards. Instead of meeting the hard ground, you land in a pile of silver fur as Jisung nuzzles up next to you, trying to comfort your aching heart.

When you finally realize what he is attempting, you smile to yourself and bring a hand up to continue petting him. Jisung lets out a low noise of content. You let his deep breathing drown out the commotion outside, and before long, it has lulled you to sleep. 

“Hi Y/N, Hyunjin,” Jisung greets as he forcibly wedges himself between the two of you and the conversation you were having. “Did you wait long?”

“No,” you answer, letting him take your bag from you. “We’re also waiting for Jiyoung anyway.”

“Her club meeting ended at 10:30. She’ll be here soon,” Hyunjin informs you two. 

“Just don’t forget the rule,” Jisung says mockingly to his friend.

Hyunjin grunts and gives the shorter male a shove.

You turn to look at the entrance of Jolly Land expectantly. The two boys each won a pair of tickets to the amusement park in a school event and decided to invite you and Jiyoung. Just then, the other girl comes running and waving at the three of you.

“Hi!” she greets cheerily. “Sorry for the wait!”

Jisung steps in front of your view as she kisses Hyunjin on the cheek. "So to the park then?"

"Yeah!" Jiyoung chirps, taking Hyunjin by the arm and leading him to the front gates. 

"Ew," Jisung comments jokingly. 

You shrug. "It's kind of cute though."

Jisung turns his head to the side to look at you.  You yourself have your eyes trained on the couple. 

"Do you, um." Jisung cuts himself off. "N-nevermind."

You blink at him, curious. "What?"

“Nevermind!” he insists with scarlett cheeks.

You don’t think much of his words and go after your other friends. Once inside, a mascot greets the two of you.

“Hello there! I’m Jolly Quokka. Welcome to Jolly Land!”

“Aha thanks,” Jisung says awkwardly. 

You, on the other hand, is staring starry-eyed at the giant quokka in front of you.

“Let’s take a picture together to commemorate your date!” it suggests.

“Oh, we’re not--”

“You two are so cute! You know, couples get free matching Quokka headbands! So, how long have you two been together?”

“It’s our first date!” you announce, grabbing Jisung’s hand.

The male looks at you with incredulous eyes. He can feel heat spreading across his face and to his ears.

“Adorable!” coos Jolly Quokka. “Then we most definitely have to take a picture!”

After taking the photo and Jisung being scammed into buying one, the two of you are freed to enjoy your day.

“Sorry for doing that,” you apologize once you are away from Jolly. You let go of Jisung’s hand, leaving him feeling dreadfully cold.

“I-it’s fine.” He clears his throat. “You really like Jolly Quokka don’t you?”

You bring a hand up to touch your new head band. “Yeah… it’s really cute, don’t you think?”

You’re cuter. He clears his throat again. “Well um… I guess these mark us as a couple for the rest of the day, then.”

You frown. “Does it bother you? I just wanted the headband. We can take them off for the day if you want.”

“I-it’s fine. We can keep them on. W-why don’t we, um…” He huffs a sigh, still unable to finish what he was suggesting earlier

“Pretend to be a couple for the day?” you finish for him.

“Y-yeah! I mean, there’s so many couples everywhere; I feel left out!” he blabbers before letting out a sigh and hanging his head. “Nevermind,” he says again. “It’s a stupid idea.”

"No, it's not it's not stupid. Jolly Quokka said there’s a lot of couple events today, so this could be a good opportunity to check them out. That is, only if you don’t mind either." 

Oh, Jisung would be delighted. "I d-don't mind." He clears his throat and looks down at your hand. He swallows a lump in and reclaims it.

You intertwine your digit with his, and Jisung almost pees his pants.

Three rides and a bag of cotton candy later, Jisung is still swinging your hands between you two. His steps are light, clearly enjoying himself.

“What next?” he asks. 

A voice over the speakers booms before you can answer. “Step on up, couples of Jolly Land!” 

You turn towards the noise and see an event happening on a nearby stage. “Best Couple of Jolly Land Competition” the banner reads. 

“How about that?” you point. “They say first prize gets an XL Jolly Quokka stuffed animal!”

Jisung’s stomach does a gymnastics routine upon reading some of the events on the banner, but seeing the excitement in your eyes, he is not about to say no to you. “S-sure.”

You frown at his hesitance. “Do you not want to? I understand since I’m not your real--”

“It’s fine!” Jisung cuts you off loudly. “I want to do it. I really, really want to!” He drags you onto stage, snarling every time you suggest that your participations are not in his best interest.

The two of you compete against other couples in various games like trust fall and three-legged race. You are doing pretty well and only one more game awaits.

“And the last game is a game I’m sure you all are familiar with,” announces the MC before whipping out a snack from his coat. “The pepero game!”

The rules are simple: the pair with the shortest cookie left wins but they are not allowed to touch lips. To ensure the last part, one partner is given blue lipstick and the other is given red. Any of your color on your partner’s face results in disqualification. 

Jisung feels his hands growing clammy as he watches you rip open the package. Your faces are going to be just millimeters apart! Jisung wants to faint, but at the same time, he would give up his tail just to have this opportunity. Goodness, he really wants to kiss you. How can he not when you’re so innocently lifting up the chocolate stick to his mouth with your own? 

“Ready?” calls the MC. “Go, Peppero!”

The fifteen seconds allotted for this game is not enough for Jisung to overcome his internal conflict. All he can think about is making purple with you, but he knows how much you want to win this game, and he isn’t sure you would appreciate the action. Somehow, for reasons beknownst to Jisung, a sly hand manages to slide on its own onto the small of your back, flushing you against him as he tilts his head 30° to the right, leaning closer, and closer, and--

“--and time!” calls the MC.

You bite off your end of the stick and step back from Jisung, smiling in content at your progress.

The MC reads off the lengths of some other couples’ peperos until he gets to yours. “1.8 cm!” he exclaims. “That puts you two in first place for this round, and with your scores from the other games, you two are the best couple of Jolly Land!”

“We did it!” you burst with glee. 

The MC guides you two to the center of the stage to celebrate your win. Jisung spots some guys with their girlfriends’ color on their faces and pouts. Who’s the real winner here? Not him, apparently.

“So congratulations!” the MC says again. “How are you feeling?”

“Great,” you respond, hugging your new plushy against your chest. “I really like Jolly Quokka; it’s so cute.”

“You know, Jolly Quokka’s cheeks make it look kind of like your boyfriend, don’t they?” he jokes.

“Yeah,” you agree, pinching Jolly’s cotton face. “He’s cute too.”

Jisung immediately snaps out of his sulking and looks at you with round eyes in disbelief of what he had just heard. How many times are you going to make his heart jolt like this today?

The MC laughs and comments about how adorable the two of you are. “And what do you think about your girlfriend?” he asks Jisung.

“She’s cute of course,” he answers easily. “And pretty and funny and smart.” He bore his eyes into yours as he speaks, hoping you’d feel his sincerity.

After another handful of rides, night falls and the two of you are standing behind some metal railings, waiting for the parade. 

“Look! There it is!” you exclaim, squishing Jolly as you lean against the railing for a better look.

Jisung follows your finger to see a couple of people in quokka costumes twirling batons.

“The MC earlier was right,” you chuckle. “Maybe you should join the parade; you look just like a quokka.”

He swings one of his arms behind you, grabbing the railing from the other side and leans towards your ear. “But that makes me ‘cute,’ right?” he teases.

You blush, realizing how your words sound. “Please forget I said that.”

“Why? I like it; it’s flattering.”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“It’s cute. Like me.”

“Oh, shut up.”

He laughs and you turn your attention back to the parade. Despite the amount of people, the night time wind is slowly slipping under your skin. You clutch Jolly a little closer to yourself to block some of it, but still, you can’t help but shiver. 

Almost as soon as you start shaking, you feel a weight on your shoulder as Jisung places his jacket around you.

“You’ll get cold!” you protest, trying to give his sweater back.

He blatantly refuses it. “All the boyfriends give their girlfriends their jackets; it’s in the movies.”

“But they don’t show the boyfriend catching a cold afterwards, which is what you’re going to get.”

“It’s okay cause you’d take care of me, right?” he rebuttals cheekily. “And you’ll make that stew like you did last time?”

“I can make you stew without you getting sick.”

“Really?” he laughs, rearranging the garment on your shoulders, “I’m holding you to it then.”

“You better not get sick,” you pout.

Ah, your pout is so adorable, Jisung can’t help but stare at it. He keeps staring even as another part of the parade passes by, making your lips part in animation at the colorful lights. Jisung is not interested in the decorated carts or drum-playing children. To be honest, he has only been able to concentrate on one thing ever since that pepero game. 

The urge is so strong, and your lips are so plump, so red, so inviting.

“Y/N…” he begins, his voice barely a raspy whisper. “C-can I… can I--”

He realizes then that you aren’t hearing his words. He looks to your eyes and finds that they aren’t even on the parade anymore. He looks up and immediately finds what has stolen your attention.

On the other side of the parade is Hyunjin and Jiyoung, doing the very thing Jisung has spent all afternoon trying to accomplish. 

Jisung frowns upon seeing you frowning. A little lower, and he sees your soul mark tattoo every time you lift your hand to pet Jolly anxiously. Why do you have to be Hyunjin’s soulmate? Why can’t you just be any other girl in his bio class? Why can’t you-- he looks at his own barren wrist-- be his soulmate?

“Come on,” he snaps, pulling at your hand.

You jolt out of your staring. “Where are we going?”

“Home,” he announces. “I’m tired. Let’s go.”

You follow him through the crowd wordlessly until you’re both out of the mob. “I’m sorry,” you say in a small whisper.

Jisung turns to you. “Why are you sorry?”

“I was staring at Hyunjin on what is supposed to be our date. Isn’t that why you’re mad?”

“No, I’m not mad, I’m just--” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Okay, I am mad, but not at you. I’m just irritated at the whole stupid soulmate thing! Like if it’s going to make you love someone, then shouldn’t it also let you be with them? Then if you were happily together, maybe I wouldn’t have-- Uhg, no, I’m just being selfish right now. This is all just, just so messed up. Emotionally binding you to someone you can’t be with, it’s just so messed up.”

“Jisung…” you begin, although you are unsure where to do so. “It’s okay; I’m okay, unless… there’s something more?” You look at his wrists. You have noticed that everyone in the frat but him has a soulmark. You aren’t sure it’s something he’s comfortable talking about, but you’ve also noticed him staring at yours a lot, and that it’s bothering him.

He freezes at your suggestion. You take in a long breath to gather your courage before grabbing his wrists and stroking them gently. You cock your head to the side, questioningly. Jisung bites his lips and looks to the ground.

“You’re right. There’s something more,” he confesses.

You lower his hands. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” he says, still not looking at you. “She, um, she’s dead. It happened when I was fifteen. It was the worst day of my life; it felt like the sun stopped shining and I was nothing but a hollow husk. My wrist burned for days and days as the mark peeled off until it was all gone.”

“I’m sorry,” you say pathetically.

“It’s okay. I got used to the feeling. And recently--” he manages a small smile-- “I’ve found something that’s been filling that void.”

“Really? What?”

“That I want to keep secret, my dear Y/N.” With a sigh, he turns around and continues walking. “Sorry to dump that sob story on you.”

“It’s alright. I’m glad you were able to talk about it.”

He smiles weakly again. Only with you, he thinks to himself. “It does feel nice to get it off my chest sometimes. Come on, let’s go” 

He makes a right, the opposite direction to the subway. “Ready to go home?”

“The train is that way,” you tell him.

He smirks and lets out a howl into the night air. Before you know it, you’re dashing through town on top of your personal wolf. Jisung lets the cold air on his face clear his head and the sound of your adrenaline-filled squeals bring music to his ears. 

“Did you have fun today?” he asks once you’ve arrived at your apartment.

“Yes, thank you. And thanks for being my boyfriend for the day; it made me feel less bad to see all those other couples at the park,” you joke.

He laughs lightly with you.

“And Jisung?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t worry about soulmates. There’s another soul out there waiting for you.”

Jisung smiles bittersweetly at you. He takes a couple steps closer and kisses your forehead. “Good night, Y/N.”

You watch his retreating form disappear into the night with your hand clasped over the spot he kissed. If today was any indication, whoever that soul is that’s waiting for him, you think to yourself, is very lucky.

~ ad.gold

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