#like. I knew that's what it was already but my parents were like. 'nah you'll miraculously b better before it's been that long'

[mosspapi]

Anyways. It's been more than 3 months so this bullshit can officially b classified as long covid :))))))))

#I'm gonna kay em ess dude is2g #like. I knew that's what it was already but my parents were like. 'nah you'll miraculously b better before it's been that long' #so part of me was being stupid and hoping they were right even tho they are literally never right abt health bcuz they deny everything #armchair speaks #but it's just like. I already have a fucked up immune system I don't need long covid on top of that plus all my other bullshit #like. it's to the point where i feel like I might have to drop out of school bcuz I just can't physically do it all anymore #and I'd genuinely rather kill myself than do that. esp bcuz it means moving back in with my parents. #so idk what the fuck I'm gonna do here #idk. I'm not explaining any of this properly I'm tired and upset and having a shitty time on top of all this #eugh. still considering trying to find a cheap wheelchair. at least now the snow is mostly gone so I could use it outside

[french-unknown]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, robin 𝐂/𝐖: toxic relationships (kidnapping, mentions of death, suicide blackmail) and there is no love in them 𝐖/𝐂: 3.5k +

| m a s t e r l i s t | - | p t . 2 |

You had just arrived on an island that you recognized immediately since one of your closest family friends lived there. Happy, you wanted to go see her immediately but you were stopped by Luffy who asked to accompany you. You laughed and, despite his pouting that he tried to convince you with, you refused. However, you placed a kiss on his lips before leaving.

Your parents' friend recognized you at first glance and you fell into each other's arms within seconds. You were happy to see her again after all this time, so you started talking for a few moments until she finally sighed.

"I’m sorry about your mom." she declared sadly. Not understanding what she meant, you raised your eyebrows. She continued. "For her illness? I know it must be hard for you. I'm surprised that you're not with them; have you already said goodbye to her?" A drop of sweat ran down the back of your neck and, confused, you explained to her that you didn't know what she was talking about. "Your mother is terminally ill." she elaborated. "They told me they sent you several letters about it, so I thought you knew." You shook your head in shock.

At the same moment, a commotion was heard on the other side of the store window. You saw a group of Marines running past while shouting that they had spotted the Straw Hat Captain on this street. Panicked, you picked up your things and greeted your parents' friend before running away since, if Luffy had been targeted, you weren't going to stay on the island.

When you arrived at the boat, without being noticed by anyone, you went directly to see the captain to explain your situation and that you would like to leave the ship for a few months to go and see your family. But, to your great astonishment, Luffy refused. You insisted and yet he remained intransigent: You will not leave the ship. You then insisted even more so that he understood your need to be with your loved ones but, as you turned your back and announced that you would leave anyway, the world went black.

You woke up in a cramped room while the rocking under your feet as well as the smell of wood and salt water confirmed to you that you were still on the Sunny. Suddenly, a ray of light passed into the room and you saw your captain smiling through a trapdoor in the only door. Behind him, you noticed the Soldier Docker System  with the doors to Franky and Usopp's workshops in the distance.

"Let me out, Luffy!" You ordered, confused but mostly annoyed. "Nah!" he responds with his characteristic smile. "You are not allowed to leave. Your captain forbids you!" You frowned in concern before speaking. "You can't do that, Luffy. I can leave whenever I want and you have no right to stop me." He laughed as if you had just told a joke. "Well I'm doing it anyway! You'll stay there until you promise me that you'll always stay by my side. And don't bother shouting for the others to come get you, I told them that you stayed on the ground with your friend. See you!"

And he closed the hatch, leaving you alone and in the dark again in the Sunny's hold. You didn't quite understand what had just happened to you but you felt in your gut that you weren't going to like it.

Since the Straw Hat Grand Fleet was formed, you have become very close to the other crews and, in particular, to a group from the Beautiful Pirates that you found very interesting. They had refined manners, their styles were fun with their wigs and mustaches and, above all, they had a lot of conversation. So you gradually started to spend more time with them to find out where they came from and what they had been through. As a result, it took up your time with your other friends from the Straw Hat Pirates even though the majority of them didn't pay much attention to it.

After a while, when the fleet began to run out of supplies, it was decided among the captains that you would stop at the next island to get them. About thirty members were designated among all the crews to go and recover the goods. Among them were, among other things, all your friends from the Beautiful Pirates as well as Zoro. You were not worried at all, so you wished them good luck before returning peacefully to your activities.

Unfortunately, not all of them returned.

Zoro returned to the boat first, some blood on him, announcing that they had been attacked in the mist by a brigand who had taken advantage of the lack of visibility. Seeing nothing, he therefore wanted to inform other pirate but he got lost. A wave of worry ran through the fleet as a feeling of revenge grew within the ranks. Finally, slowly, a few other members of the other crews came back and everyone explained the same version: they had been attacked by a brigand. Everyone looked terrified except Zoro. Only your friends did not return and you lost all hope when you saw Farul returning to the boat. The horse, panicked, began to neigh and rear as soon as he noticed the swordsman in your ranks. Crazy, it took a lot of effort for Cavendish to master it.

When the fog lifted, no bodies were found on the island and rumors began to grow among the pirates that they had been killed by a demon.

That evening, after your feelings had been numbed all day, you felt your walls crack before completely collapsing. You began to mourn the loss of your friends and their mysterious disappearance. Unable to believe this demon story, you began to imagine what had happened to their bodies or what they had been thinking during their last moments.

The crow's nest hatch opened and you saw a green head slipping through it. Zoro approached you as soon as he saw you and, when he was close enough, out of a cruel need for comfort, you took him in your arms. He nevertheless closed his arms around you despite the surprise and then rested his chin on top of your head. You were immediately reassured by his presence and surprised that he accepted your hug so well. However, you didn't complain and stayed in his arms, talking about your loss, while he continued to hold you against him and stroke your back.

From there, a routine settled down.

He came to join you every evening to take you in his arms before letting you evacuate your sadness. He was so supportive that after a few months, when he confessed, you thought it was the kind of support you needed in your life so you accepted.

You were upset. For several weeks, without knowing why, certain very specific memories of your adolescence had come back to your mind, like an afternoon of fishing with your father and his crew mates. Or a boarding with rival ships. You were experiencing these flashes in an abnormally precise way with the details, the smells, the exact conversations and the emotions associated with them.

All the members of the Straw Hats knew what was happening to you and supported you in their own way. Nami, above all, was a huge pillar for you. You had already gotten along very well with her when she joined the crew after you and Zoro, but now she was even more attentive. She listened to you talk about how much it unsettled you to have these outbursts of impromptu memories that you hadn't thought about in a long time. She helped you a lot to unload this emotional burden that was overwhelming you.

Once again, you were alone in the shade of the navigator's mandarin trees. You closed your eyes, exhausted, and the sound of the sea began to lull you. The waves passed and rolled under the hull of the ship or crashed against the wooden planks. Then others took over and it started again and again.

Suddenly, a cage of fear closed around your heart before crushing it and you were plunged into another memory. You were on your father's boat, lying in bed, but something was wrong. It took you a few seconds to untangle your thoughts and realize that you were tied hand and foot. Your wrists and ankles were burning from the uncomfortable friction of the bonds against your skin. A cloth gag also covered your mouth to stop you from screaming. Suddenly, a noise in front of you made you raise your head and you came face to face with a person you had never seen before. Unlike everything around you, this person's head was fuzzy. The only thing you noticed was that it was a girl around your age with orange hair. She abruptly sat down on your lap, making a faint citrus scent waft through your nostrils, before you felt something cold against your cheek. A ray of moonlight passed through your shutters and reflected against the blade placed under your eye.

"I finally catch you." the presence whispered with its face inches from yours. "You were so attractive on the last island that I couldn't help but get on your ship. You are so... these last few days I saw you laughing on the deck and talking to those dirty pirates, but you... you..." And you saw her face move closer to yours until you felt pressure against your lips through the gag.

At the same time, screams were heard from the other side of the door and footsteps echoed on the deck. The girl on your lap groaned before slowly getting up without taking her eyes off you. You saw her grab a large bag from near the door before you closed your eyes. The next day, when you opened them again, you rose unhindered—and without memories—from your bed to discover that your loot had been stolen during the night.

You came out of the memory with a start, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour. You were sweating as your breathing ran out quickly. Above you, the branches of the mandarin trees quivered.

"Slept well?" Nami asked happily.

The battle raged and you attacked as best you could despite the circumstances. Indeed, shortly after arriving on the island, you were found by the Marine who had launched the assault but you were not at your best because of relationship problems which prevented you from concentrating completely.

For several months now, you found that Usopp was becoming more and more restrictive: he no longer wanted you to go on dry land when you docked somewhere, he wanted you to spend less time training to spend more time with him, he preferred that you talk less to the other male members of the crew and the list went on a lot longer. And the worst thing is that he always had justifications! Either he reminded you that it was him who created your weapon and that he regretted it because it had replaced him or he confided in you in private how the other male members of the crew made him doubt his abilities and that the fact that you preferred to talk to them rather than to him meant that you made him insecure.

As the battle finally ended in your victory, a cry from Zoro alerted you. Running up to the swordsman, you saw Usopp's body at his feet. His rolled-back eyes shocked you, as did the pool of blood that was gradually forming around his body. A memory from the day before came back to you: "I want to take a break." You told him, and he replied, "I would rather die than live without you." You froze, your eyes locked on his broken body as Chopper came running in to examine him. Above him, Zoro was explaining that he had seen the sniper suddenly completely stop fighting in the middle of the fight. He had managed to reach him to protect him but Usopp had taken serious blows in the meantime.

The whole crew was tense. You heard the slight sniffles from Franky as Nami collapsed next to her friend, her shoulders shaking in fear. A worried frown also narrowed Zoro and Robin's gaze. Sanji, for his part, was nervously smoking his cigarette while Luffy, the most terrifying of all, was dead silent. After a while, Chopper ended up reassuring you that he was still alive but that he had to be transported back to Sunny immediately.

As soon as he was placed in the infirmary bed, the morbid wait began. For days, you took turns next to him so that you would be immediately informed if he woke up and, for days, you saw the faces of the crew deteriorate more and more. For your part, more than worry, it was guilt that burned your stomach like acid. Was it your fault he stopped fighting? Was he going to die because of you? How would the crew react if he died?

Finally, Usopp woke up much to everyone's relief. He reassured them by blaming it on fatigue and they ended up leaving both of you alone in the infirmary. Their relief made you feel even worse since you weren't relieved that he was alive; you were relieved that he didn’t die because of you. The sniper then asked you to join him in bed and wrapped his arms around you. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I was so scared when you told me you wanted to leave me." he started to whisper. "I wouldn't survive if you left me."

And, too terrified of what might happen if you broke up, you stayed.

While you were going to the bathhouse as Sanji had asked you, for a surprise, you met Nami. The navigator laughed slightly and admitted that she already knew what was waiting for you because Sanji had talked to her about it all day and asked for her help to prepare it.

"You're lucky to have him." the redhead kindly said. "It’s obvious that he loves you."

You blushed at the remark and you continued on your way. As soon as you knocked on the door, Sanji immediately opened it with a big smile before kissing you excitedly and pulling you into the room.

The bathroom had been completely redecorated. The main light was off and had been replaced by a myriad of candles that smeared the room and illuminated it with a soft, flickering and welcoming hue whose intimate atmosphere was accompanied by the rose petals deposited everywhere. On the furniture, the floor, where it formed a graceful path towards the bathtub, and finally in the latter where the flowers overhung the hot water covered with a white foam that looked like pieces of cloud in the half-light. A sweet smell of cotton and flowers evaporated from the hot water and perfumed the room. On the side of the bathtub, he had specially folded the towels so that they fit into a pyramid among the petals. Dazzled by the atmosphere and the efforts he had put into it, you didn't know what to say. Suddenly, you felt him press against your back before wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on your neck. His skillful hands, which he took so much care of, then began to undress you while he spoke in your ear.

However, as you took over and the excitement also rose on your side, you finally found yourself in your underwear in front of him and his charming face froze. You felt in your stomach that something had changed in the mood.

"You're not wearing the lingerie I gave you?" he asked, and though his voice was kind, you sensed something was wrong.

You looked down and looked at your lingerie set, which was very pretty but was indeed not one of those that Sanji had offered you.

"This one looked great on the mannequin." he continued in the same oddly amiable tone. "But I told you that I was preparing a surprise for you. You couldn't at least wear the ones I brought you?"

A feeling of shame intensified in your mind in the form of a huge lump that settled in your throat. Under his judgmental gaze, you felt the urge to cover yourself, ashamed of your body and the clothes you had chosen to cover it.

"I spent the afternoon preparing a surprise for you and you can't even do that for me. I've been collecting these damn candles and flowers for weeks on different layovers so you don't realize it. And you come like that?"

"I can go change if you want?" you asked, ashamed.

He then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with annoyance, then exhaled dryly the smoke which polluted the sweet smell in the room. He put the lighter back in his pocket and turned on his heel.

"It’s no use, you’ve already ruined everything." he huffed, irritated. "All those efforts were stupidly ruined, you're lucky I love you. I'm the only one dumb enough to do that."

And he left, leaving you alone in your underwear in the bathroom, which now smelled of cigarettes, next to this bathtub with the foam half gone, and surrounded by those thousand petals and candles that had lost their sparkle.

You were running but you didn't know where you were in the boat, you were totally confused and lost.

A long time ago, you didn't know exactly how much, you wanted to leave the ship to have a drink with a local with whom you had gotten along well. You had prepared yourself, ready to leave, but before you walked through the door, you had passed out. When you woke up, you were tied up somewhere in the dark. After a while Robin ended up finding you but, when you started begging her to free you, she told you that it was she who had locked you up.

From that moment on, the shock had finally dissipated and given way to fear. You had known her for years of sailing together and if there was one thing you knew about Robin, it was that she was the type of person to follow through on the things she cared about. She came almost every day into the room to talk to you or simply to look at you. Only that. But today, you don't know how, your ties have loosened enough for you to escape. You then waited for her to make her daily visit while praying that she would not notice the state of your restraints.

You then counted to one hundred as soon as she left before escaping.

So you found yourself running through the corridors that you guessed were the Thousand Sunny but, in your blind panic, you were unable to find your way. After a while, at the corner of a corridor, you saw a lighter spot on the wall a few meters away. You recognized the shape of an ear sticking out of the wall as you approached. You immediately stopped as quietly as possible near the wall and didn't move. You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your wheezing. The ear moved a little but remained still. After a minute without any new movement, you felt your heart begin to slow down with relief. Suddenly, a small "boing" sounded in one of your ears and something soft touched your cheek. You turned your head to the wall beside you, where the noise was coming from, and fell face-to-face with a dull blue eye watching you. Horrified, you could only watch as the azure iris bore into your eyes.

You immediately started running again but it was too late.

You could only make a few steps before a hold on your ankle knocked you down. In the process, you felt a hundred arms and hands come to cover you and pin you to the ground. You felt them rest and press on your calves, your thighs, your back and even your neck and your head. Some encircled their palms around your ankles and wrists while others held you down with pressure. As you wanted to scream - lost for lost - you felt a hand grow on your shoulder and come crashing down on your mouth to drown out any noise you might make. Paralyzed, you could only let it happen when an arm blossomed between your shoulder blades so that a hand slipped into your hair to hold your head back. Now looking up, you saw Robin appear at the end of the corridor before quietly approaching you on her long legs. She walked over to you before kneeling down next to your head, keeping eye contact.

"Did you really think I wasn’t watching you?" she asked in her lifeless tone.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @idsmash717 @lys-ada @xomingyu @parkyrr @yasmiinberkaa @dozcan123 @anotherproblemsos

#one piece #imagine #one piece x reader #luffy #luffy x reader #zoro #zoro x reader #nami #nami x reader #usopp #usopp x reader #sanji #sanji x reader #nico robin #nico robin x reader

[in1-nutshell]

What would be the lost light crew’ reaction to being told how humans create life by pregnant reader?

Someone's going to come out of this discussion scared or with new respect. Since you didn't ask for any specific characters, I will be choosing them at random.

Hope you enjoy!

Pregnant Human Buddy trying to explain Human life to Rung, Nautica, Ambulon, Cyclonus, and Skids

SFW, Platonic, mentions things in pregnancy, slight angst at beginning, Human reader

MTMTE

Buddy was pregnant. One minute they were filing some reports for Magnus, the next they were in the medbay far from Earth looking at the paperwork that read that their pregnancy test was positive. Buddy immediately went to phone their significant other to tell them the news, only to find out they had left the country on unrelated things.

Now Buddy was left with the Lost Light, in space, with their future baby.

What can go wrong?

Apparently a lot. Who knew that announcing their pregnancy to the crew would lead to a Q and A. Each Bot had a number to wait for so Buddy could individually answer their questions.

Here are just some of the few...

Rung

Rung had already a grasp on the basics when it came down to human anatomy.

Blame him for being bored and curious on how his human friend's brain worked. He wanted to see how similar they were to a Cybertronian processor.

Rung does ask to touch Buddy's stomach to feel the baby. He is one of the few Bot's that feels the baby kicking.

"Oh my! What was that?"--Rung

"That's the baby kicking Rung. They wanted to say hello."--Buddy

"Does it hurt? They are kicking you after all."--Rung

"Nah, it doesn't hurt really. But it does make me want to pee."--Buddy

He becomes much more careful with Buddy as they get further into their pregnancy. Rung makes sure Buddy has a good net of friends they can call on in case they need it.

Nautica

Like Rung, has some of the basics down on human anatomy thanks to Velocity's studies.

When you have a friend studying this for years, you're Bound to get some of it stuck in your head.

Nautica is asking questions left and right.

"Do you know how many babies you'll have?"--Nautica

"Not yet Nautica, it's still too early for the ultrasound to be clear."--Buddy

"How many can you get?"--Nautica

"Well, that depends. I've heard some parents have six at once."--Buddy

"Wait... How do they get out?"--Nautica

"...It's a good thing you're sitting down."--Buddy

Buddy has to calm Nautica down after telling her about the joys of child birth.

Nautica is protective of Buddy and their little bun in the oven after that talk. She reads up on as many midwife books she can get her servos on. Just in case.

She loves placing her digits on the swollen belly. Of course she asks Buddy permission before touching the belly.

Ambulon

Ambulon is one of first in line for the questions given he is one of the only other doctors on board.

He already has a list of things to ask.

"You have cravings? Are they anything like what you usually crave?"--Ambulon

"Well now that you said that, I'm really craving some pasta with chocolate syrup and pop tarts."--Buddy

"... That doesn't sound remotely healthy at all."--Ambulon

"That's what the baby wants Ambulon."--Buddy

Ambulon is one of the first to see the ultrasound when it's time. The picture looked cute in a creepy way. He didn't know humans started out like that!

Silently crying on the inside when he feels the baby kicking. It's such a gentle little nudge!

He scans the photos of the baby for Buddy to have .

Cyclonus

Cyclonus said he was here because Tailgate wanted to be here.

That's a lie.

He was actually a bit scared of how swollen Buddy's stomach was getting. This Q and A could lead him to the answers he needs.

"There is a youngling... Growing inside you?"--Cyclonus

"Yeah, the little guys are growing in me."--Buddy

"Surely when they come out they will be a mighty warrior like their caregiver."--Cyclonus

"Aaww! Thanks Cyclonus! But it'll take some years for them to hold a blaster."--Buddy

"Yes years of training and the young one will hold it."--Cyclonus

"... Cyclonus... The baby won't be able to do much for the first few years? What do you think a toddlers just going to come out of me with basic knowledge of the universe?"--Buddy

"Are you saying that doesn't happen?"--Cyclonus

Cyclonus's Q and A were a bit longer than expected. But not the longest Buddy had to answer.

Cyclonus becomes one of Buddy's unofficial official bodyguards as the time for childbirth approaches.

Skids

He is one of the last to know about the Q and A.

Skids takes one look at Buddy's stomach and thinks they are going to explode. Thankfully Buddy managed to explain the Q and A before Skids took them to get their stomachs pumped.

"So there's a kid growing inside you?"--Skids

"Yep."--Buddy

"But did you just willed them to be there? Or do you have a Hotspot inside you?"--Skids

"What's a Hotspot?"--Buddy

There is a lot of cultural misunderstandings and learning involved in this Q and A.

Skids learn the dangers of childbirth through Rung and Ratchet. He is scared for Buddy.

He is a part of the unofficial official bodyguard group formed for Buddy.

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte rung #mtmte nautica #mtmte ambulon #mtmte cyclonus #mtmte skids #human buddy

[dotster001]

Q.P.R. Headcanons; First years

I never knew that I needed aro head cannons in my life but now I need like 42 more so I DEMAND *asking nicely* for more please - @bakdbfi

Summary: aro-ace first years x aro-ace gn! Reader. Things you guys get up to in a queerplatonic relationship.

A/N: hee hee I am once again on time for aro awareness week 😁

Dorm Leaders

Tbh, I've always wanted to go up to him and say, “Hey Ace, I'm ace!” But if you did this while you're in a QPR, he'd always come up with a snarky comment. Maybe say something like, "Nah, I'm Ace. Fuck off." Smh. He's so silly. I wanna throw rocks at him

He's the aro-ace that always forgets he's aro-ace. He'll come up to you like, “Guess who has a date!” Then he'll come see you afterwards, his eyes dead, and he'll be like, “So, I got distracted by how pretty they are. Oops.” He sees people as attractive, but when he tries to bridge the gap, he's always like, oh, yeah, nevermind. And then he complains to you about it, as though you were the one to set up the date!

He's always in your space. Being in a QPR with him is like gaining an extra cat. He's so affectionate, as long as you don't say anything. He'll scoot his chair so close to yours that your legs touch. If you're laying on the couch, he will climb over you and shove himself into your arms, in the most awkward, clumsy way possible. BUT IF YOU SAY ANYTHING…. he's gonna gaslight the hell out of you. He didn't want to touch you, get out of his space. Or, pay him if you wanna be in his space so badly.

Not only is he in your space, but he's stealing your food. What's yours is his, and what's his is his. He'll reach his fork over to your plate, and pick up your food. You'll wake up to a noise at three in the morning, and you'll see him raiding your fridge. If you ever become roommates, you'll catch him eating your labeled leftovers, zero shame on his face. What? True love is sharing food with your bestie!

Calls you his wife/husband/spouse when he introduces you. Then he can't fight off the shit eating grin on his face.

You know…honestly… if your mc isn't romantic with Ace, I'd say that in game they already kind of have a QPR. Calling it canon right now. He's just always slightly more close than a friend, but also not quite to romantic. 

If you read the first rendition of these HC's, he's a lot like Kalim. He just…doesn't get it. Ace tries to explain that the love he feels for his best friend (you) is different to romantic love and he just never gets it. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, Deuce wants to marry his best friend. He says he wants to marry you all the time. Let's get married and have kids but like in a friend way. His mom and you just smile and shake your heads.

Btw? Mama Spade? That's your mom now. The Spade household has a room set aside for you anytime you want to come over, but it always ends up in Deuce joining you for a cuddle sesh. Sometimes, he won't change rooms until you are half asleep, and he'll slowly open the door, and stand in the doorway. He just looks so sad, standing there in his jammies, holding his extra pillow, so you'd be a monster not to let him in.

Would you co parent some chickens with him? Please please please! He promises he'll do most of the work, he just needs an extra helper!

If you are separated, he will die. He doesn't make the rules. He wants you to be his partner on projects. He wants you to move in with him. And of course you gotta go into the same career after graduation. When people meet him, they just think he is the mopiest little guy. Then, when they see the two of you together, it's like he's a completely different person! Deuce has been asked twice now if he has a secret twin. (Deuce doesn't understand the question)

Greets you with cheek kisses. If you don't do it back, or don't pay enough attention the first time, he makes a very obnoxious kissing sound. He learned this technique from Meemaw. She taught him that the more embarrassing it is, the more likely you are to reciprocate the love he gives.

The boy grew up in a country area with a sweet old grandma. He's always going to be feeding you. It's very rare, when you two are alone, that he's not trying to put some food in your mouth, because “you're not eatin’ enough!” And he's aggressive about it! If you try to dodge the fork he brings to your mouth, he's gonna chase you, pin you down, kick your shins, whatever it takes to get you to eat. Plus, he put all of his love into that food! Why don't you want it?!

Meemaw wants you both to get married. And whenever she says something, Epel makes a loud gagging sound. Which of course prompts you to begin bickering with him about why he wouldn't want to marry you, which usually results in him saying something mean or bratty about how you are unmarriageable. Meemaw sighs happily, thinking she's got you on the right track, but nah. You two are having a fight about something neither of you even wanted.

Likes to tuck you into bed. It's a weird thing of his. For all of how aggressive most of his love is, right before bed, he is at his sweetest. He tells you it's bed time, and pulls back the covers. He gently tucks you in, and gives you a kiss on the forehead. Then he flops onto the bed next to you, completely wrecking the moment. But he sleeps hot, so he's not gonna join you under the covers.

This one is like having a big brother. He has scary dog privileges. Any haters/bullies/naySayers are going to have to be able to spread their hate with him standing behind you and glaring at them. And if they somehow are brave enough to do it, then they have to be brave enough to ignore his vicious growl.

In his birthday note to me, this year, he was like, “my gift for you is to make you buff.” This is your everyday life now. You will be buff. How else are you supposed to be safe when he's not there? (This logic is flawed. He is always there.)

Wants to have a family. But since neither of you are super into the traditional way of having a family, he would like it if you'd adopt and co raise a couple of kids with him. He knows the two of you together would make great parents. 

If you learned how to make pear compote, and then make it for him when he's having a bad day, he might almost figure out what romantic love feels like. Almost. His heart would just be so full, and so light, that he could almost mistake it for being in love with you. Almost.

He likes for you both to help each other out with cleanliness. You help him clean his ears and tail, and he helps brush your hair and teeth. It makes him feel loved when you help him groom. So he loves to return the favor. It really instills the familial feel he has around you.

Sebek’s a romance repulsed aro-ace. Anytime he thinks of anyone having ooey gooey feelings for another person, he dry heaves a little. In his words, “IF THEY HAD PURE DEVOTION FOR SOMEONE, THE WAY I AM DEVOTED TO MY LORD, THEY WOULD HAVE NO NEED FOR SUCH FOOLISHNESS.”

Never puts a label on what you two are. He invites you to move in with him after graduation to “remind him what happens if you forget to train and refuse to eat Lilia's healthy meals”. If you were a stranger, you'd be hurt. But you know it's an excuse. He really just likes having you around. It fills a hole in his heart.

His love language is “caring for your fragile human body”. If you slightly shiver, even if it's just a random reaction, he is scooping you up, wrapping you in a blanket burrito, and spoon feeding you soup. If you try to escape your blanket, he gently shushes you, caressing your cheek and whispering about how you need to hang on a little longer. He'll save you, don't go yet! (Similar things happen when you cut yourself, stub your toe, accidentally skip a meal…his dad and Silver may be human, but, no offense, he didn't care that much until it was about you.)

You're the equivalent of a comfort blanket. When Lilia sees Sebek having a bad day, he'll snatch you away from whatever you are doing, then place you in front of him. Sebek immediately gets distracted and starts cooing at you about how wonderful you are, and how other people should try to be like you. Every. Single. Time.

Trains you to sword fight. After you become special to him, he realizes that people may target you, in order to weaken him, and thus get a direct route to Lord Malleus. Delusional So he wants you to be able to protect yourself if he is out of reach.

He's big on setting his hand on top of your head, then messing up your hair aggressively. Then he lets out a booming laugh about how cute human reactions are.

Sometimes, he gets so happy when he sees you that he just…bites you. He'll come in for a hug, and the next thing you know, he's chomped down on your shoulder with a relaxed smile. Sometimes you'll be watching a movie together, and he'll unconsciously take your hand, and bring your forearm to his mouth so he can gently bite it. You're a fidget toy now. You'll have to get used to it.

#twisted wonderland #ace trapolla #ace trappola #aromantic reader #aromantic #asexual reader #asexual #deuce spade #epel felmier #jack howl #sebek zigvolt

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not playing piano in front of my family?

Well it's a silly one but every time it happens I feel more and more like the asshole.

My mom is a musician teacher and she played the piano professionally since she was a child. She grew up in a strict country with strict parents so I guess this is the only way she knew how to act.

Idk if she wanted me to be a famous pianist or something but she forced me and my bro to learn it since we were 3 or 4 or something.

I hated it. I hated it so much. It was always difficult and classical musics. She would always make us cry because she got really angry when we made mistakes (not like hitting angry just shouting angry).

As years passed by, she realized the justification of "you'll thank me in the future" was not worth it for us or for her (the classes gave her a lot of stress also at the time).

Honestly, I do thank her. I realized that I love to sing and have a really good voice if I may say, and I can use the piano to accompany me or I am good enough to learn musics I want to play by myself with all that I learned from her.

Now I'm an adult and I'm currently doing a major in something else but I think I'll never stop singing. My family loves it and loves music and I love to be on stage or sing to others so it's been a win win situation for little less than a decade.

Sry for the long post that was the context.

Ok I have a piano in my living room of the apartment I have with my parents and bro

I really like to play it while singing in a discord music server. But I can only do it when I'm alone at home.

Idk why but everytime I play the piano and my mom is near me watching I start getting anxious and just refuse to play in front of her.

This kinda extended to the rest of the family at home recently.

Like singing I can do whenever but the playing piano part is a no no. And honestly I feel like such an asshole.

My mom doesn't say anything nor the rest of my family. But they try to give me space when I'm playing by entering the apartment quickly and going to their rooms to leave me by myself for how long I'd like. But for me everything is already ruined(?) and I just go to my room after a few minutes.

They try to encourage me saying that they will go to their rooms and that I can relax and I feel bad that I'm kinda guilting them into messing up the music or stoping me from having fun just because they are around

It happened again today and I'm so mad at myself. It only happens specifically when I'm playing piano on a discord call. For the rest I'm fine with it. I can play if my mom or my bro asks, or by myself. But I love doing singing calls so all the time I use the piano in the living room is for this.

Like, I can see that the classes affected me a bit. But cmon, it's been years now, I'm a freaking adult. It's been so long that I feel that Im just being an asshole at this point

Am I being the asshole for not playing the piano when my family is at home?

Also, writing this ask made me a bit mad at myself again so I'm thinking of doing a discord call test while my mom is at the living room and try to get used to it. If this gets posted I'll tell how it went.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[twdsfiction]

[Daryl x Girl Reader] (Ms Rulebreaker pt. 1)

Tw - fluff, mentions of death, thoughts. Mentions of weapons and takes place in season 6

I arrived in Alexandria a few months ago; I didn't really know much of the place, but the leader, Rick, was nice to me and my brother. Although I was new, I fit in great, and Tara was nice to me. Rosita was like a big sister, and Glenn and Maggie were basically parents. But there's one person I could never get a hold of: Daryl Dixon. He was always so intriguing to me because we were basically opposites. He was quiet, dark, mysterious, and always serious, and the only way you'll know he's near is if he allows you to. Kinda hot, if I were being honest. The only person he seemed to be open with was Carol. I am only 19 years old. She is very troublemaking, loves to joke and get under everyone's skin, never shuts up, and is never serious. Always stubborn, unless it was about my brother, so definitely a rulebreaker

I was in the shower, and after a long day of scavenging, I finally got out of the shower to hear my brother sobbing, "No! I want Mr. Snuggles!" I immediately put on my sleeping clothes, not caring that I'm only I was wearing a T-shirt with no bra and my purple panties as I walked out of her bathroom into my living room. One of the first things I saw was Carol closely stating, "If you go over that wall, kid, you're going to be one of the monsters! Mr. snuggles isn't real." I felt so much anger in her at that moment that I shouted at carol, "Hey, leave him alone!" I grabbed my little brother's arm and pulled him closer to me, and the calm asserted. "What happened?" Carol stated a slight annoyance, and she was still caring on her fake smile as if I were the rest of Alexandria's idiots who believed she was nice. "Well, your little brother was playing with one of the other kids, and his rhino went over the wall. And he wanted to get it. But Rick said no one outside the walls, due to the horde."

She looked down, but I knew how much that rhino meant to my brother, and Carol was right. I kneeled by him, trying to comfort him with my words as I whispered, "I'd get it back for you, okay? But if I don't know... I tried. Sometimes things get lost, ok?" he started to cry before running off to his room. As a big sister y/n felt bad, she had to tell him that. Daryl walked inside the house first. His eyes went to Carol, and as he stated her name, "Carol," the way he looked, I could tell something was wrong. 

Then his warm blue eyes looked at me. His eyes were on me longer than usual, and he nodded. And I smiled. "Daryl Dixon, come by to tell me you're a ninja who only comes out at night. "Because I already knew  that."He replied, "Nah, I came by to speak to Carol."And nice purple underwear." before a huge wave of embarrassment washes over me. I completely forgot I wasn't wearing hardly any clothing. He definitely checked me out more than once. Carol asserted. "I knew this was going to happen sooner or later; do not leave this house, she says as she rushes out. I yelled, "Wait!"What!" But the two left in a hurry. I was tired of Alexandria treating me differently because I was 19. I should've been out there with the adults. Y/n thought to herself. 

I turned to check on my brother in his room, but he was sobbing in bed. I felt so bad that there was nothing she could do. I sat on the twin bed beside him, rubbing his hair. "Hey, bud, are you okay?" was only 7, so he turns to me and replies, "No, now we have nothing left of mom," as his huge doe eyes sparkled with tears. I kissed his forehead and said, "Yes, we do; I'm going to go get it! You stay here, and if anyone asks, I'm asleep," he nodded. And then he stated, "Be safe." Before I left, I went to my room, put on a pair of black jeans with one of the white crop tops that I borrowed from Rosita, and the hair clips I always wear, which were black, with brown boots and an oversized jacket borrowed from Glenn.

As I snuck out the backdoor, I searched and looked to see the town basically empty. So I immediately ran to the gate, preparing to climb it. But then Daryl yells, "y/n, what the hell you doing?" I immediately tried to climb faster to get over the gate, but I heard four footsteps before I felt a hand on my waist. It was a warm feeling. He started pulling me from the gate onto my feet, and when it turned around, it was Daryl. Who angrily He scoffed, "You fucking crazy, it's a horde?" I couldn't help but stare at his eyes, and his cheekbones were amazing. I blinked, then I shouted, "Who cares, my brother Rhino is out there; he needs it, so how about you lighten up cupcake? i'd be back." Daryl stated, "All that over a bull." I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I asserted, "It's a rhino." As I picked up my bag off the ground, Daryl muffled, "Who cares? You're not going outside that gate!" I kicked Daryl's leg, causing him to fall into his buttocks as I started climbing fast on top of the gate. ", damnit, you're going to get yourself killed," Daryl yells. y/n! Get down!" and I looked down at the horde of walkers. Back to Daryl, there were three dozen of them, but I needed to get his rhino.

I jumped from the gate onto the ground and immediately started running to get his rhino. When a walker came from the side and jumped onto me, trying to claw into my neck with their dirty brown teeth, I struggled, but I got it off me by taking my pocket knife and jamming it into the side of its head. I hurried up and ran to his rhino by a tree, and then ran as far away from the horde as I could, reaching a spot in the middle of the woods. Thinking I was safe, I mean, it's clear. Before I knew it, another two were by me, and the whole horde was coming near me. I ran faster, but a rock caught my feet and ended up twisting my ankle. I screamed. But then, as one of the walkers reached my back, an arrow went flying through both of their heads. Daryl picks me up immediately and starts to run with me in his arms. I smiled sarcastically and said, "So you are a ninja?" He replied, "There's a shed near by, got supplies, and food, we'd hold up there before going back to Alexandria. And now, Ms. Rulebreaker. What have we learned??"I stuttered at how close we were. I mean, he was carrying me. "C-carry an arrow." He sits me back down on the ground as he states, "Only good girls get carried."

I shouted, "Fine, listen to you! I learned to listen to you." It took me all the courage to say that; i was pretty stubborn. I Was honest. He then picks her back up and adds, "Good girl."

#twd #the walking dead #fanfic #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixion smut #daryl dixion imagine #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #imagine #fluff #smut #romance #stories #x reader

[originemesis]

@sonxfadam

Hey look a compliment, that's nice. "Nah. That was more Seth's or my sisters thing. No time to study when there was work to be done and better shit to do. I was referring to the mark, if your girlfriend tries something because she can't handle the truth then you'll be the one trying to piece her back together. And I don't think anyone wants that."

Is he intentionally ignoring Lute? Yeah.

A vexed trench cements itself between ashen brows, not particularly fond of the first man's surly offshoot's implications; that she is both ignorant and ungovernable, but the brazen-faced effrontery directed at Adam's character is what's really got her hackles rising.

"Whatever crimes you believe your father to be guilty of have not stopped him from rising to a station of exceptional prestige within the holy kingdom. As far as I'm concerned, that is testament enough to the impeccable integrity of his soul. Integrity which I have personally become intimately familiar with over the course of the many, many years I've been in his service."

A beat of monochrome wings to shake loose a spot of tension.

"You should be proud of him, actually."

Oh, he's good... at looking not interested in what women had to say, that is. But he was by no means better at it than the First Man, so it very much just looks like some kid trying their hand at mimicking one of their parent's posture if anything. And to add insult to injury, Adam wasn't looking at him while he was in his disinterested state. Nah, the alpha energy in the room was more enjoyable to consider and that was coming from his lieutenant, not his son and his prattling.

"Aw, thanks, babe. I am fucking rad. You can call me Radam." His feathers pick up on the oh so subtle raising of hackles by his side, and he muses to her in turn after she's locked in to laying in to him as if every piece she could tear off would gladly be used to lift heaven's general higher than he already was up his own ass.

Still... the mention of a mark perks his ears, and gets the ice in his cup crunching as he gives it a little jarring shake to the vibrations that Lute's wings provide before he steps ahead of her, stalking forward the short distance from Cain. "Oh- look how cute you are, threatening heaven-grade authority." There was a slight slant to the usual melodic tune of his teasing. It sounded testy- a degree of danger that only those of his flock might pick up on since they spent far too much time learning his back and calls.

With a wide, gnashing grin, he came to a stop directly across from his son, one talon fondling his own cheek in a mocking gush while the other continued to rattle the ice around his cup. "Heyyy, bud?" He chirped, leaning in. "...know what most of us want??"

Tuning out whatever hackling Lute may have been up to behind him now, he quickly squashed the drink cup hard to pop the top off it. "For you to keep..." Keeper. With a flick of the wrist, he slung the rest of the cherry Pepsi and ice in the kid's face, and then the cup too for good measure. "-your hands to your FUCKING self!" His wings were already flared with a crack - aiming to both keep Lute beck and to issue a warning to Cain to back off if he knew what was good for him. Two against one wasn't exactly fair after all. But hey, neither was one with a rock against one.

#//srry he always has to disturb the peace #//and yes i know hes probably going to get it- 8) #//no one disrespects his wims those are his to disrespect- #kugel-bitch #sonxfadam #long post #suggestive cw

[faofinn]

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

The autumn meant the start of the rugby season, as well as a new term at uni. Fao was looking forwards to it, having taken the summer to build his fitness and prep for the upcoming season. The weather had changed quickly, from the Indian summer they often had in September giving way to cold rain. 

Fao’s first match of the season was at home, which was nice, and meant Sheila and the family could come and watch. He loved having them there, even if they did fuss over every tackle.  

It had been a long, tough game in the mud and the rain, Fao playing the full 80 minutes. When he finally came off, the team victorious, he was soaked to the skin and freezing cold, though shaking more with the adrenaline. They’d finished celebrating, though there would be drinks that night for sure, and Fao paused to see his parents, grinning.

The three were bundled up in coats and scarves and hats, faces flushed and beaming. Fred called out to Fao in celebration, Finn joining in from beside him. Sheila waved him over, unable to stop being a mother hen.

He headed over, water dripping from his hair. “Hey.”

"Here, put this on, you'll get cold." She passed his coat over. "You'll feel it now you've stopped."

"You were super cool!" Finn interrupted. 

Fao waved it away. “It’s fine, I’m gonna go shower.” He murmured, turning to his brother. “Yeah? You think so? Did you enjoy it?”

"Yeah! You were so fast and then you dodged the other guy and got past him and he didn't even know what was happening!" Finn beamed. 

“And then I scored.” He said with a grin. 

"Loads!"

“Was good, eh?” Fao said. “I like it when you come to watch, makes me play harder.”

"It does?"

“Yeah, of course. I’ve gotta win for you guys.”

"And you did!"

“I did! Of course I did.”

"Can I come say hi?"

“Of course you can, c’mon.” Fao offered him his hands. 

"Don't be too long, though." Fred reminded. 

"And wear your coat, Fao, you'll catch a cold." Sheila tried again, holding it over the barrier. 

“Yeah, yeah, later.” Fao said, taking it and draping it over his arm. He helped Finn over the fence, and headed over to the team. They all adored Finn, they’d be glad to see him. They’d been thrilled when Fao told them he was watching. 

"Now, Fao! Put it on!" She called, shaking her head. She knew she was fighting a losing battle. 

“I’m gonna shower!” He shot back over his shoulder, heading across the pitch, Finn next to him. The team were happy to see Finn, laughing and grinning, and they all headed to the locker room to change and shower. 

Finn loved being included with the team, the older boys accepting him like an honorary younger brother. They all knew what he'd been through, what both of them had been through, and most of them were fiercely protective of the both of them. 

Fao had no issues leaving his brother with the rest of the team as he stripped off and showered, and whilst the locker room wasn’t the best environment for a 12 year old, the whole team weren’t about to ruin things by talking shit. As Fao got dressed, conversation turned to the night’s celebrations, where they were going to go. 

“Fao, you’re coming, right?”

“Ah, I’d love to, but with Finn and my parents here should probably head back home.”

“Nah, shut up. Finn can come with us, he can celebrate too!” 

"Can I, Fao? Please?" Finn’s face lit up. 

“I’ll have to ask mum, yeah?”

"I'll behave super well." He promised, grinning. 

Once they’d all changed and got sorted, they headed back home for a couple of hours before they planned on going out, which gave Fao and Finn time to convince Sheila to let them go. Fao wouldn’t stay for long, just the first pub, get a drink with the boys and then take Finn home. But the whole team had been egging him on to do it, promising they’d look after Finn, that there’d be no stupidity, and after a lot of begging she agreed. 

So they headed out, Sheila insisting that Fao wear his coat yet again, something about him already being cold making it worse. Fao shrugged her off, and as they walked from his flat to the pub in the rain, he draped his coat around his little brother to stop him getting cold. Finn was more important, at any rate, and it was cute to see him in the personalised jacket that had Blackwood, Captain on the back, as well as the uni logo. It was like he belonged. 

Finn loved every minute, feeling like one of the boys. Wearing Fao's jacket felt like a privilege, and he held his head high as he swaggered around. The coke he'd been bought was full sugar, too, which only added to his good mood. The boys were rowdy, and Finn quite happily joined in, celebrating along with them.

The pub was a firm favourite of theirs, they were well known and got plenty of good drinks. Fao was already on his second pint whilst Finn clutched his own pint of coke, the boys immediately treating him like one of their own, laughing and joking. Fao nudged his little brother, looking over at him. 

“Hey, Finn.”

He grinned at him. "Yeah?"

“Want a sip?” He offered.

"I'm not allowed." He shook his head, eyes wide.

“A sip is okay, if you want it. You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

"You won't tell mum?"

“I won’t. One sip is okay.”

"Go on, Finn. Give it a try!"

"Okay. Just a little one." Finn agreed. 

Fao pushed the glass towards him. “Careful, it’s heavy.”

He took it with both hands, doing his best to be careful. He took a cautious sip, quickly pulling away with a grimace. "Ew!"

Fao couldn’t help but laugh, as did the rest of the table, taking back the drink. “Not for you, eh?”

He shook his head dramatically, still pulling a face. "It's so gross!"

“It’s not that bad.”

Finn gratefully took his coke one of the lads next to him passed him, taking a big gulp. "It really is."

“Maybe you’ll like it when you’re older.” Fao told him, ruffling his hair. 

"I'm not gonna be allowedp to."

“Eh, you don’t know that.”

"I'm not allowed to with my medications."

“They might change in time, it’s okay.” Fao told him. “But you don’t have to drink to enjoy yourself.” 

"I know. I'm not right now."

“Exactly.” Fao sipped his drink now Finn wasn’t interested in it. 

Fao's teammate reached to ruffle Finn’s hair as well. "When you're old enough, you'll have to come out properly with us."

“When he’s old enough we’ll be bloody ancient.” Fao joked, clearing his throat. He definitely had a sore throat brewing, but he wasn’t about to admit it. That would just add fuel to Sheila’s fire that he should’ve worn his coat. 

"You're already ancient." Finn teased. 

“Hey!”

Mischief was clear in his grin. "It's true."

“Cheeky little git.”

Soon enough they finished their drinks, and as the rest of the team decided to head out to their next bar. Fao nudged his brother, and they said their goodbyes before they went home. Fao certainly didn’t need any more to drink, and the boys deserved a chance go be drunk and messy and rowdy. 

They headed back home in the cold, the rain having started again, and Fao made sure Finn kept his coat on. Finn needed it more than him, even though the scratch in his throat made him sure he was getting a cold. Better him to have it than Finn, a bit of rain wasn’t going to hurt him. He’d be fine. 

When they got in, Fao shook the rain from his hair, shutting the door behind him. “Mum, dad? We’re back.”

Sheila rounded the corner with a smile, though the look she gave Fao as she shook her head was less than impressed. "You didn't wear your coat, did you?"

“Didn’t want Finn to get cold.” He said, ruffling his brother’s hair. 

She folded her arms. "Go on, then. Go get warm, the pair of you."

Finn passed Fao's coat back to him, dropping his own on the floor. "Mum, guess what?"

"Mm?" She gave him a smile. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, loads!"

“Yeah, it was nice, wasn’t it?” Fao said, reaching to pick Finn’s coat up off of the floor and hanging both coats up on the rack. 

"Yeah! And you don't have to worry about me going out when I'm older, mum. I'm just gonna drink coke because I don't like the beer." Finn said lightly, heading through to the living room.

Fao rolled his eyes. “Oh my god.”  

Sheila turned to Fao. "Do you want to explain?"

“I offered him a sip - if he wanted - of my Guinness so he didn’t feel too left out. He didn’t really drink anything.”

"You know what? It's better I don't know." She laughed. "Go on, go get yourself warmed up."

“Honestly Mum, it was barely a sip.” Fao defended. 

"You boys are gonna be boys. I should know better by now." She shook her head, though was far from actually mad. "Go on."

“Figured he’d want to try, we were all drinking, making him feel like one of the guys. Obviously I wasn’t going to let him actually drink. And he hated it.” He said with a smile. “We did buy him proper coke though, I am responsible for that.”

She covered her face with her hands. "You should just have just bought him the beer."

“Probably.” He said, but moved to hug her. “Thanks for trusting me to take him out.”

"You know, I trust you to take more care of him than I do yourself." She said, hugging him back.

#sicktember 2023 #18. “Wear Your Coat You’ll Catch a Cold” #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #finn daniels #sheila daniels #oc #fic #okay the whump here is tenuous but its setup okay #finn is so cute in fao's coat #fao's an idiot #but would literally die to protect finn #and so would his whole team #rugby #out in the cold #rain #stubborn #brothers in more than arms

[lulamadison]

If you haven't used it already, Prompt 33.

Thank you 😀

Prompt 33: “You are such a nerd.”

“Are you crying?” Daniel asked, as he watched Johnny surreptitiously wipe his eyes when the credits started to roll.

“No,” Johnny said, turning away.

“It's OK if you are,” Daniel said, putting a hand on his back.

When Johnny moved in, their first night together, Daniel had suggested watching movie and pulled his DVD of Iron Man off the shelf.

“You ever seen this?” Daniel asked.

“Nah, is it good?”

“It's awesome, yeah,” Daniel said, as he opened the cover.

“As good as Iron Eagle?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You'll have to judge that for yourself,” Daniel replied as he put the disc into the player.

Johnny enjoyed the film, and was shocked when he heard that there was an entire series of 22 films, so it became their thing. Every Friday and Saturday night they'd have a six pack and watch a Marvel film, curled around each other on the couch.

“Johnny, are you OK?” Daniel asked.

Johnny turned around, his eyes wet, and he waved his arm angrily at the TV. “Why did Tony Stark have to die, man? He had a kid and he was happy! After 21 movies of him being drunk and miserable he was finally happy, and then he DIES?! What kind of bullshit is that?”

“Wow, you really liked him, huh?” Daniel said.

“He was my favourite, yeah,” Johnny said, sniffing. “He was better than that prick, Rogers. I thought he was the one who was gonna die.”

“Hey, now,” Daniel said, smiling as he held up a hand. “Captain America is my favourite, so don't go dissing him.”

“He would be your favourite, yeah,” Johnny said, rolling his eyes. “That asshole lied to Tony about how his parents were killed, he split up the Avengers, so it was his fault they lost, and everyone got snapped by Thanos. And he kissed Sharon Carter then went off to live with her Aunt Peggy in the past even though he knew she had a husband, and he didn't even tell Sam he was going to do it. The guy's a dick!”

“Wow,” Daniel laughed. “I had no idea you were such a nerd.”

Johnny visibly tensed at Daniel's side, blinking at him for a second then he looked away. He'd told Daniel so many times that he hated Kreese, that he wanted to wipe out every single thing he'd ever done, every mark he'd made on his life, yet he still kept coming back to his most basic of lessons.

“Johnny,” Daniel said softly. “It's OK to be a nerd. It's not a bad thing.”

Johnny let out a non-committal sound next to him, his back still stiff as a rod.

“I'm a nerd too, and you think I'm badass, right?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah, you're OK,” Johnny sighed. “You're definitely a bigger nerd than me though.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You had 22 Marvel films on DVD for a start,” Johnny said with a chuckle. “That's like king of the nerds, right there.”

As Johnny started to relax, Daniel pulled out his phone, and brought up a website. “Pick one.”

“What?” Johnny asked.

“Pick an Iron Man T Shirt,” Daniel said. “I want to buy one for you.”

Johnny looked down the page, and said, “I like that one.”

“Yeah, it's cool. Looks like a band T shirt,” Daniel said, as he jabbed at his phone screen. “And now it's yours.”

“Hey, look at that,” Johnny said, pointing at the phone. “They do Iron Man helmets on here that you can actually wear.”

“You want one?” Daniel asked.

“Don't you think it's a bit much?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nah,” Daniel replied, as he added it the basket. “You'll look awesome wearing it stood next to me when I'm holding the Captain America Shield I'm about to buy myself.”

*

Here is the prompt list (Completed: 16, 20, 33, 65, 110, 118, and working on 132) drop me an ask with a number and I'll do my best :-D

(I actually love Captain America btw lol)

#fanfic #lawrusso #cobra kai #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #150 prompts #fanfiction #cobra kai fanfiction

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Inspiring Romance Pt. 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: well- there's some bonding over trauma, mentions of dead parents- that's mostly it

Genre: this is actually really fluffy with a couple doses of angst

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

***

A knock on your bedroom door frame pulls your attention away from a book you've borrowed from Mr. Min's library. Yoongi leans against your door frame with his arms crossed.

"Need something?" You tilt your head at him.

"I have a kind of intrusive question for you." Yoongi says.

"Like- who would win in a fight versus a bear intrusive or delving into some sort of trauma intrusive?" You ask.

"Possibly the second one? I don't know for certain if it'll be traumatizing but- it's definitely not who would win in a fight with a bear but- who's fighting a bear?"

"I guess no one since that's not what you're asking about."

"I mean yeah but like- where did fighting a bear come from?"

"I mean sometimes you get like really random questions that pop into your head- I've had people ask me about fighting wild animals before- this is not what you came in here for though. Right?"

"Right."

"Okay so, ask your question." You place the book on your bedside table to give Yoongi your attention.

"You told me you were raised by humans that knew your actual parents so- have you like tried finding your birth parents?" Yoongi asks sitting on the edge of your bed.

"I've looked for them yeah. My bio parents are dead." You say.

"Oh- I'm so sorry." Yoongi frowns.

"I mean I never knew them. Sure it sucks that I like- can't learn about being a wolf from them or ever get to talk to them but my parents were okay at the parent thing and luckily I learned lots of the important stuff from your granddad." You shrug.

"Do you know what happened to them? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't actually. I'm sure I could find out but- their cause of death really wouldn't make me feel any better about them being dead so I didn't dig too far." You shrug.

"That's- yeah that's fair."

"I'm not really a fan of what the internet calls trauma bonding but- your parents died when you were young too, yeah?" You muse. Yoongi chuckles a bit before answering,

"Yeah- I was like 8 when it happened." He says.

"I'm assuming you know what happened to them?"

"Nothing dramatic. It was a car accident."

"Was it hard? Like- I mean- I know I was sad when I learned of my parents' death but I didn't know them so I was mostly sad about the fact that I would never get that chance. I can't imagine how it would feel if I already knew them. Plus moving in with your granddad I mean- couldn't have been easy." You pull your legs towards you and rest your chin on your knees.

"Honestly moving in with my gramps was the easiest part. He was always part of my childhood even before my parents died so, moving in with him felt natural. The hard bit was just realizing that he was all I had left. Don't get me wrong he did the best he could raising me but- he wasn't my mom." Yoongi shrugs.

"And your aunt wasn't around you said once yeah?"

"Nah not really. Since our family doesn't belong to a larger pack I really only saw her and my cousins on mandatory family gathering holidays but- she couldn't be around me for years because I looked so much like her dead sister she said."

"Well- you do look a lot like your mom, even more so when you were a kid." You muse.

"How do you know that?" His brow furrows at your observation.

"Mr. Min has photos of you and your parents and your aunt and Lisa all over the place. His study, his room, the library. There's a few in the main hallway too, though those are mostly just of him and you and then him and your mom and aunt- have you never noticed?"

"I guess not, no. I don't often go into his study or room really." Yoongi mutters.

"Oh, he also liked to tell stories about the photo albums he kept. He had an impressive recall for the things he's got photographs of I mean- he's got holiday photos taken decades apart that he could recount as if both afternoons happened yesterday. It was remarkable honestly." You muse.

"Really? He told you stories about me?"

"You, Lisa, your mom and dad, your aunt. Especially in the last year he had so much he wanted to share. His favorite story was from a photo of you at your first soccer game."

"Oh God." Yoongi groans and you laugh as you continue the story.

"You sucked apparently, scored a goal in the opposing team's net but your grandfather used to tell that story and say he was the proudest parent on the field all afternoon because it was the first time you were genuinely interested in something after your parents died. He told that story in particular at least half a dozen times I think." You tell him.

"Wow- I had no idea he talked about me so much." He mutters.

"Not at first. You were kinda like a ghost." You chuckle.

"A ghost huh?" Yoongi laughs along with you.

"Just a tad." You put your fingers close together in front of your face, looking at him through the small gap with one eye. Yoongi throws his head back and lets out a loud laugh that brings a smile to your face. "This has been an- unusually heavy conversation for, three o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon." You muse.

"Yeah sorry about that- I was talking to a buddy of mine and he asked about you and I remembered I wanted to ask about your parents when you brought it up but the conversation went a different direction."

"A buddy of yours? Wow I didn't know you had friends. And why are they asking about me?" You frown. Yoongi rolls his eyes,

"First of all fuck you. I knew him as a kid and we lost touch for a while but we reconnected by chance on one of my travels. And he wasn't asking in a weird way just- we were catching up, he asked how I've been and I told him I was staying with my pop's caretaker so- he wanted to know what that was about."

"Oh you told him about the arrangement?"

"Not in detail, just that I was in town handling some things because my granddad died and you were staying at the house so we're just sharing the space is all."

"Handling some things- how diplomatic." You muse.

"Yeah well- we're friends but we aren't so close that I want him to know all the details of what goes on with my family." Yoongi says with a shrug.

"I guess that makes sense. Not every friend is close enough to know all your business. Sometimes you just chat and in your case travel." You nod.

"Do you travel at all?" Yoongi asks.

"Nowhere I haven't been able to just drive to." You shake your head.

"Where do you wanna go? If you could pick anywhere in the world. Where are you headed?"

"Greece. My first stop has to be Greece." You answer almost immediately.

"Athens is beautiful. I think you'd love it there."

"Maybe I'll go one day and I can let you know what I think." You shrug.

"You should go. I mean I'm sure you can afford it now- what with the money my gramps left you. Take a few days off and go."

"Oh- yeah you're right. I hadn't thought about it. I guess it's still settling that you know I have all this stuff because of him. I still don't understand where all this comes from. Your grandfather never really talked about his wealth."

"He owned a business. I know that's vague but since it's not something I ever had to worry about I don't remember really what he told me as far as what he did." Yoongi shrugs.

"Oh- you didn't take it over?" You frown.

"Nah the business went to my aunt before I was even born." Yoongi shakes his head.

"Any reason in particular why?"

"My mom wasn't nearly interested enough to run the business. And good thing too. Like- imagine pops hands off the business to my mom and both my parents die before I'm old enough to do anything with an entire company. Granddad's now stuck running the business he's already retired from."

"Guess that worked out well."

"Yep. Hey- look at us, finally becoming friends." Yoongi says laying back.

"And with just three weeks until we go our separate ways and maybe never speak again." You smirk. You're partially kidding, but you know it's very possible you and Yoongi won't stay in touch after this.

"Hey- you think I'm gonna take the money and you'll never see me again?" Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Well- you weren't exactly dying to be around here when you had family in this house- certainly your granddad's old caretaker isn't enough to tie you to this place." You muse with a teasing smile.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say tie me to the place. I mean with all my traveling I barely see lots of my friends- but it's easy to keep in touch if I want to."

"Sounds like you actually like me." You poke his side.

"It seems like my pops wasn't so crazy to think we'd get on well. Turns out you're pretty cool." Yoongi shrugs.

"Oh please as if I was the one who had to prove I was cool." You scoff.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He laughs.

"If I remember correctly one of us had a really nasty attitude when we first met and it wasn't me."

"Yeah alright that's uh, that's pretty fair. But hey I'm not all angsty attitudes and angry dispositions."

"I've noticed. There's more than asshole to you. Who woulda thought."

"Hey! Do I give off one dimensional energy?"

"Well when for a month straight all you do is pick fights-" you trail off with laughter when Yoongi narrows his eyes at you and his mouth sets into a pout.

"Fuck off!" He grumbles though there's no real anger behind it.

"I've seen you actually angry you know, you can't fool me." You poke his cheek.

"Maybe declaring this as a friendship was a mistake." He says.

"Aw- now I know we're friends." You laugh boisterously.

"No- I change my mind. You're annoying."

"I could go back to not talking to you?" You suggest.

"Well you can't do that- It'll be maddening in silence."

"So quit complaining, loser."

"You this bossy with all your friends?"

"Only when I have to be which when it comes to you seems to be a lot of the time."

"Sounds like you just called me incompetent."

"Hear whatever you want darling." You shrug with a smile. Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you but doesn't say anything. After a moment of pointedly staring at you, he makes himself comfortable on your bed by laying back and closing his eyes.

"Do you just plan to spend the rest of your afternoon laying in my bed?" You ask, tilting your head at him.

"If it's all the same to you, I think I will."

"You don't have anything better to do?" You ask curiously. You grab your book off of the night table and flip to the page you bookmarked upon Yoongi's entry.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you don't want me here. Got something to hide from me lemon drop?"

"Lemon drop?" You blink at him over the top of your book. He opens one eye to look at you with a smug smile.

"Yes- lemon drop. You're not wearing earplugs now are you?"

"Of course not idiot I just- that's kinda random."

"Lemons are sour."

"Gee I had no idea."

"Let me finish you brat. You're sour too but like- the kind of sour that's not unbearable and it gets better over time. Like a sour patch kid. But lemon drop is a cuter nickname."

"Didn't realize we're at nickname status."

"I think we are. Do you disagree?"

"Give me a few days to come up with one for you and I'll get back to you on that." You tell him.

"Take your time." He tells you.

"This friendship is developing quite interestingly."

"You changed the subject on me lemon drop." Yoongi sits up to look at you.

"What are you talking about?" You frown putting your book down on your lap.

"I asked if you had something to hide from me."

"Nothing I don't hide from most people." You shrug.

"Hey we live together-"

"Oh come on we get along now but it's not like we're in this situation because we were best friends and thought it'd be fun. Why should I tell you all my secrets? Have you told me all of yours?" You muse.

"Fine. Have your secrets if you must."

"Not that I needed your permission but I will thank you very much." You say lifting your book back up to actually get back to reading now. Mr. Min had several books about werewolves from history, to medicine, to folklore, to biology and whatnot. Without him, you've been making greater use of the books to learn all you can, though you're surprised books like this exist.

"Do you really think we're not gonna speak again after I leave?" Yoongi asks after a long breath of silence.

"Do you really think we are?" You ask back.

"I mean- I think we can if we want to. Staying in touch isn't hard." Yoongi's noncommital answer makes you quirk an eyebrow at him.

"I think the question you really wanna ask me is if I want to speak after you leave then, yes?"

"It doesn't matter that much to me I'm just- curious, you know about how you think the friendship will go." He shrugs.

"I think the friendship will suffer greatly if you don't drop the cool guy act and get real." You scoff with a smile. "In all seriousness when you first got here I wanted you to drop dead at the doorstep but- I guess you've grown on me. I'm not too shy to admit that the quiet will certainly be weird to get used to. Although this house is so big sometimes I have no idea where you are anyhow."

"Yeah- I've gotten pretty used to having you around too." He says.

"Well in that case- maybe we will continue to speak after you've gone." You tell him.

"I'd like that."

"Hm, I think I would too." You decide with a nod. Yoongi allows that answer to end your conversation for now but he does spend the rest of the afternoon in your room, doing his own thing and enjoying being in your space. It's an interesting development really, you've never just spent time together silently but you realize maybe it wouldn't be so weird if this were normal.

***

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Spring writing prompt: 42. Joel/Tommi kiitos 🥰

As the previous request I fulfilled was for this exact prompt, I was given a new one with the same pairing! I hope you'll enjoy it 😘

28. You’re a kind nurse and I’m the idiot who fell out of a tree (3203 words)

~

It was all Porko’s fault, but what else was new.

Sure, the kids had played their own part in Joel’s tragedy as well, but Joel wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt; they were kids, after all.

But it had been Porko who had pointed out Joel might have to move under the bridge by September if he didn’t get himself a summer job (not that it wasn’t true, but Joonas would not have needed to mention it at the family barbeque with Joel’s parents present). It had been Porko who had, without telling Joel, sent the job application for a children’s spring camp counsellor for him. And it had been Porko who had convinced Joel to take the job, even if it had been after a few glasses of wine, a good old cry about the uncertainty of future and the soul-eating anxiety it awakened deep inside Joel’s chest. 

Had it not been because of Porko, his big mouth, and his stupid ideas that in mild drunkenness started to seem like good ideas, Joel would not be in A&E with a possibly broken wrist not even quarter of an hour after lunch.

~✨flashback time✨~

“Come on, Joel, this is fun!” Elias, aged seven, called out at Joel from above his head,

Joel knew better than to trust the judgement of someone younger than Joel’s favourite pair of Converse.

“Yeah, you’re so tall, I bet you could climb SUPER high!” little Sara added. 

Sara currently had no upper front teeth, whereas Joel had every intention to keep his, thank you very much.

“Nah, don’t bother, kids, Joel is afraid of heights,” Porko smirked, and if Joel hadn’t taken him for the idiot he was, he would have guessed Porko had known exactly what he had been doing.

“Am not,” Joel grumbled.

“That’s sad! It’s so cool up here!” Leo, aged ‘almost eight’, shouted in turn.

“It’s good I’m not afraid of heights,” Joel heard someone frown, followed by a choir of approving sounds from a dozen small mouths.

“For the last time, I am not afraid of heights! Joonas made that up!”

“Yeah?” Porko’s smile looked devilish even from Joel’s point of view down below. “Then why don’t you climb up here, hm? I’ve saved you a seat.” Porko patted the branch he was sitting on. Although it was about as thick as Joonas’ thigh, Joel didn’t like the way it wavered from the impact of Porko’s touch.

“I… don’t want to dirty my clothes,” Joel said hesitantly, and it was part of the reason, actually; he was wearing his new Nine Inch Nail shirt and not keen on having resin or lichen on it.

“Pleeeeeeaaaaaaase Joel!”

“Joonas will give you a sticker too!”

“Oh, a sticker, well that changes everything!” Joel chuckled; after each camp day, in an amusingly formal ceremony, Joonas awarded every little camper who had done something exceptionally brave that day a motivational sticker with animal characters and a text such as “Keep it up!” or “Proud of you!” or “WOW! You did it!” The kids had gone absolutely nuts about them on the first day already, and now everything they did during the camp was extremely sticker-driven. What had started as “Made it through the day although they really missed their mommy” and “Was not frightened of the frog that jumped on them without a warning” quickly became demands of being recognized for one’s fearlessness in eating their greens (“You’re supposed to do that,” Porko had argued) or going out in the rain without a raincoat (“That’s not bravery, that’s stupidity!”), to the extent it had become an inside joke of some sort. The mention of the stickers evoked a wave of cheers from the kids scattered around the trees in the small forest they had ventured to for their tree-climbing shenanigans. 

“Oh, yes, I’ll give you so many stickers,” Porko smiled and made exaggerated kissy-noises at Joel. Loud giggling sounded from the trees, like a troop of monkeys in a jungle was screeching at him, which then evolved into a rhythmic chanting to encourage Joel to “just do it!”

That’s when Porko jumped down from his branch and walked up to Joel, bringing his mouth close to Joel’s ear. 

“You know they won’t stop until you actually do it?” he whispered, and Joel appreciated the hint of regret and/or apology in his tone. 

Joel closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as the howling became louder.

“Fuck this,” he muttered silently. “Fine, fine! I’ll do it!”

~

“You need to fill this form,” the black-haired receptionist of the local health centre said as he handed Joel a sheet of paper.

“I can do that for ya,” Niko, who had been so kind as to come and fetch Joel after his incident and drive him to A&E, said and took the paper in Joel’s stead. Joel was grateful for the gesture, considering his own writing hand was currently being kept in ice by his left one, but he felt like a right invalid, having Niko asking for his personal information and other details needed for the handout.

“Description of events?” Niko asked him. 

“Well, it all started when Porko–”

“Really, Joel? You’ve been friends with him for, what, almost ten years? You, if anyone , should know by now that nothing good will come out of any of Porko’s plans.”

The thing was, Joel did know that; yet he fell for Porko’s trap every single time. 

(And that was because, at the end of the day, Porko was actually the one person Joel would trust with his life and with whom he had experienced the greatest adventures and had the best laughs, and would continue to do so, no matter how many bones he would break along the way.)

“You’re one to talk,” Joel remarked, “or have you forgotten what a hassle it was to get an annulment when you two got hitched in Vegas?”

“At least I got a story to tell the grandkids one day,” Niko grinned and winked at the receptionist, who Joel hoped would be rolling his eyes or, the very least, ignoring such poor attempts at flirting, but instead laughed silently as he kept typing on his computer. 

The pain and swelling in Joel’s wrist had not eased one bit since he had been given an ice pack from Olli the camp chef, so he couldn’t help but let out a strained groan of discomfort as Niko took his sweet time filling in the pre-form for him. He furrowed his brows when Niko crouched over the paper, his nose almost touching the sheet.

“The hell are you doodling there? This is serious, Niko, I’m in actual pain here!”

“Oh, I just drew a picture of you falling from the tree,” Niko explained and showed his artwork, a stick figure with a grumpy expression, on his way down from a wonky-looking spruce.

“Are you quite done with the form?” the receptionist asked and took the paper from Niko’s hands, clearly holding back his laughter, just in time before Joel would explode and make a scene in the middle of the waiting room of the health centre.

“The question is, when are you done with your work shift?” Niko asked and leaned his elbows against the reception counter, smiling sweetly at the black-haired young man. 

“Oh my god…” Joel muttered under his breath. Hanging out with any of his friends really was the very embodiment of ‘out of the frying pan, into the fire’.

“Umm, well,” the receptionist said and chuckled, batting his eyes like a Disney princess, “actually I’m working overtime right now, filling in for my co-worker who couldn’t find a babysitter. She should be here in an hour or so though. After that…”

“...After that I’m sure you’ll be in need of some refreshments, no? You deserve it, don’t you, for working so hard–”

“HELLO?!” Joel squealed, making the two men finally break their enamoured eye-contact. “I'm having a kind of a situation here, if you don’t mind…?”

“Oh, yes, sorry,” the receptionist smiled sheepishly, “we have a bit of a queue right now, but one of our doctors will be able to have you within the next few hours.”

“Hours?!”

“I’m really sorry, sir,” the receptionist shrugged with an apologetic expression. “There’s fresh water in that jug over there on the table and a coffee machine just around the corner.”

Defeated, Joel left Niko to court the receptionist and slouched to the seats bordering the waiting room. The next few moments Joel spent with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on anything else but the ache in his wrist and the fact he was surrounded by a dozen of random strangers with various forms of injuries (such as a grey-haired man with his thumb wrapped in blood-soaked tissues, a shabby-looking fella snoring and drooling on his own chest two seats away from Joel, and a kid with a Lego up his nose apparently), until he felt a nudge on his foot. 

Niko was standing in front of him, handing him a cup of steaming Americano.

“Aleksi just told me there’s been a last-minute cancellation,” he told Joel, who glanced at the alleged 'Aleksi', currently doing a poor job hiding his dopey smile as he stared at his computer screen. “A doctor should call for you soon.”

“Thanks,” Joel said quietly and took the coffee Niko was offering him, showing his gratitude both for the caffeine shot as well as for his friend using his charm for the benefit of others for once. Joel proceeded to nod at Aleksi, too; Joel supposed he could have given the free appointment to anyone in the room, so Niko must have promised him one hell of an evening in exchange for such a favour. 

Not more than five minutes later, a man’s low voice called for 'Mr. Hokka' from somewhere down the hallway, and Joel started navigating towards it. 

~

The doctor’s hands were pleasantly warm as they fondled Joel’s writs.

“Does this hurt?” he asked. In the echoey hallway, his voice had sounded sharp, but hearing it up close, it was just as soft and gentle as his touch.

That, combined with the broad shoulders and the neatly-barbered facial hair the doctor was sporting, Joel’s blood was rushing to all the places it wasn’t supposed to. 

(Porko would be proud, he thought.)

“N-no,” Joel stammered. He had to grab the edge of his chair to keep himself from falling on the floor when the doctor’s thumb lingered on the vein on his wrist, as if to feel his pulse. Conveniently, Joel’s heartbeat quickened against his will, making the doctor lift his gaze from Joel’s hand to his eyes.

“It’s hot,” the doctor said to break the brief silence.

The look he gave Joel was kind, almost like a wordless ‘it’s alright, you’re safe’, although it terrified Joel to think the man would know the cause of his current distress.

“Uhm…huh?” Joel was not sure he had heard the man correctly, from all the rushing of blood in his ears.

“Your wrist. It feels hot. For how long did you apply ice to it?”

The doctor was still holding Joel’s hand, his thumb now brushing the inside of Joel’s wrist back and forth  in a calming movement.

“I…ermmm…”

“How did you fall, if you remember? Your friend’s, ehm, drawing isn’t quite that detailed, I’m afraid.” 

Joel’s hand felt instantly cold when the doctor finally let go of it and turned to look at the form Niko had filled in. It was obvious he was trying his best not to laugh at Niko’s silly doodle.

“It happened so fast,” Joel replied. His hand felt lonely, somehow, resting on the tabletop, without the doctor’s careful attention.

“Did you hurt your head?”

Oh great, Joel thought, the handsome doctor thinks I have a loose screw or two. 

“No, I don’t think I did,” he answered, unsure whether his trembling voice did anything to convince the doctor.

“Hmm,” the doctor hummed, “You were lucky, then. The wrist doesn’t seem too bad either, possibly just a strain, but let’s wait for the x-ray results anyway. They should arrive in a bit.”

Joel nodded and moved his eyes from the doctor to his poor wrist, still red and swollen, but perhaps throbbing with pain a little less than when he first had arrived at the health centre in Niko's car. He knew it was foolish, but he couldn’t help but think that the doctor’s attentive touch alone had worked miracles on it.

“There’s one thing I don’t understand though,” the doctor said. “If you don’t mind enlightening me, how come you ended up in the tree in the first place?”

Joel looked up at the doctor. His lips were a thin line, but there was a twinkle in his eye that made Joel’s own lips quiver with amusement.

“If you have friends like mine, you wouldn’t be so surprised.”

“Ah, a daredevil, are you?” The doctor raised his eyebrow, his mouth blooming into a full smile.

Joel beamed back at the man; ‘daredevil’ sure sounded a lot more presentable than ‘provoked by 7-year-olds’.

“Well, as your doctor, I’m afraid I have to order you to restrain yourself from such exploits for a while, if you can.” The attractive curve remained on the doctor’s lips as he typed something on his computer. “Or at least avoid putting too much strain on the wrist. No lifting heavy things, no erratic movements…”

After the meaningful glance the doctor shot at Joel, accompanied by a subtle wink, it wasn’t difficult for Joel to imagine what kind of 'erratic movements' the doctor referred to, and suddenly Joel was squirming in his seat again, failing at his effort in trying to think about anything else except the doctor’s large hand offering Joel the help he would indeed be needing sooner or later, if the man kept on giving him such suggestive looks.

Soon the x-ray results came and, as the doctor had expected, there were no bone fractures in Joel’s wrist. The information was relieving, of course, but there was a part in Joel that dreaded the moment he’d face Porko again and undoubtedly receive a truckload of ribbing for how Joel had screamed as if he was to breathe his terminal breath any second, lying in pain on the soft turf.

“So! Is there anything else I can do for you?” The doctor stood up after he had prescribed Joel some strong painkillers. Joel’s chest sank; only then he realised their private time was about to come to an end, far too soon than he would have liked.

His wrist was now aching again, but not because of the injury; he craved for the other man’s touch on his skin once more, and his mind was now frantically working to find a solution to how he could feel it again.

He thought about his closest friends, imagining them in the same situation, although he knew it was no use; Porko would, undoubtedly, already be snogging with the man in the nearest cleaning closet, and Niko, too,  would most likely be well on his way to running his hand over the chest hair that peeked from the collar of the doctor’s shirt. Even Olli the camp chef would probably have charmed the man already by now, if not with his beguilement that was clumsy at best, then at least with the intimate bedroom eyes he mastered when he was feeling bold enough after a couple of beers, an intense stare to which even Joel wasn’t immune.

Joel himself, on the other hand? He was no flirt, despite his best attempts at the bar sometimes, encouraged by Porko and Niko who were in the firm belief that all of Joel’s problems were, essentially, due to the fact he was “so desperately single that their local corner pharmacy received half of its profit from Joel’s regular Bepanthen purchases to ease the blisters he got on his palms from having to jack himself off every other day.”

Alas, he had no go-to pick-up lines, no signature moves that would secure him at least a kiss at the door. He could only rely on the only decent human action he could think of in that moment that would, hopefully, not make him look as weird as he probably already seemed.

He extended his healthy hand for the doctor to shake.

“I, umm… thank you,” Joel sighed when he felt the soft skin against his again. He probably imagined it, but he felt the doctor’s thumb smooth the back of his palm, and for the two, maybe three seconds it lasted, Joel felt like the world around them disappeared. 

The doctor blinked at him slowly, and his red lips parted. Maybe he was about to say something, but a high ping sounding from Joel’s phone woke them both up from the trance they had momentarily fallen into, and soon Joel was already sitting in Niko’s car again, staring at Porko’s text message that had ended his moment with the doctor prematurely. 

He had been so lost in the man’s touch, his eyes, and his blinding smile, that he had completely missed the name tag the doctor had obviously been wearing.

They were almost at Joel’s apartment when he had an idea.

Dismissing Porko’s text asking if everything was okay, he opened the electric prescription the doctor had written him. His eyes didn’t have to wander on the phone screen for long before he found what he had been looking for. 

“What are you smiling about like that?” Niko looked at him side-eyed.

“Oh, nothing, just happy it ended up being nothing but a strain, after all,” Joel smiled.

He might not ever see the doctor again, but at least he had a name to moan when he would slide his hand down the front of his pants later that night.

~

Joel tried to wiggle himself out of Niko’s grip as his friend kept pulling him along the street. 

“I told you, Niko, I’ve just had a mild injury, I am not in the mood for a night out!”

Quite the contrary, tagging along to Niko who would, without a doubt, be sticking his tongue down his new date’s throat was the opposite of how Joel wanted to spend the evening after the day he had just had.

“Joel, I promise you, you’ll want to come.”

Joel grumbled all the way to the bar as Niko dragged him forward like an exceptionally unenthusiastic dog on a leash, but once they arrived, Joel understood what the hassle had been all about.

Niko walked them to the bar counter, where the receptionist named Aleksi greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

Next to him, Joel’s doctor, Tommi, as Joel had read from the prescription, was sitting with a beer in hand.

“Oh. Hi,” Joel said to Tommi who nodded at him. His smile was even brighter than Joel remembered, even though only a few hours had passed since he had last seen it.

“Hey there, Joel,” Tommi replied and handed Joel a beer. “Fancy seeing you here.”

#blind channel #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #in which niko has taken porko's place as The Flirty One 😏 #because...kindergarten teacher!joonas is back! :D #(kind of at least 😅) #even if i call him porko throughout the whole text #(you can safely assume he's hitting on olli whenever he's not with the kids) #yeah idk how it ended up being so long again 🙈 #and sorrysorrysorry for taking so long with these 😩 #imagine if i could just...write the scene with the prompt 😩😩 how much easier would i make it for myself lol #spring fluff by theflyingfeeling

[austenpoppy]

Ron wanting to punch/hex/kill Draco Malfoy - a compilation

"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you." Both Harry and Ron stood up. "Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair. "Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, J.K.Rowling

"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches. "Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron." "Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoys cold drawl from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to." Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs. "WEASLEY!" Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, J.K.Rowling

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something." Ron's nerves were already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about Harry. "I'm warning you, Malfoy - one more word..." "Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Harry -" "What? Where?" Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet. "You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" said Malfoy. Ron snapped. Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then clambered over the back of his seat to help. "Come on, Harry!" Hermione screamed, leaping onto her seat to watch as Harry sped straight at Snape -- she didn't even notice Malfoy and Ron rolling around under her seat, or the scuffles and yelps coming from the whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, J.K.Rowling

"Oh, it's you," said Ron, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?" "Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Malfoy. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those." Ron went as red as Ginny. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K.Rowling

“Jealous?" said Malfoy, who didn't need to shout anymore: half the courtyard was listening in. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself." Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering stupidly. "Eat slugs, Malfoy," said Ron angrily. Crabbe stopped laughing and started rubbing his knuckles in a menacing way. "Be careful, Weasley," sneered Malfoy. "You don't want to start any trouble or your Mommy'll have to come and take you away from school." He put on a shrill, piercing voice. "If you put another toe out of line' - " A knot of Slytherin fifth-years nearby laughed loudly at this. "Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter," smirked Malfoy. "It'd be worth more than his family's whole house -" Ron whipped out his Spellotaped wand, but Hermione shut Voyages with Vampires with a snap and whispered, "Look out!"

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K.Rowling

"No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy little Mudblood," he spat. Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!" ; and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Malfoys face.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K.Rowling

"You know I haven't, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?" snapped Malfoy. "And Father won't tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was opened either. Of course, it was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he knows all about it, and he says that it was all kept quiet and it'll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing - last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's a matter of time before one of them's killed this time …. I hope it's Granger," he said with relish. Ron was clenching Crabbe's gigantic fists. Feeling that it would be a bit of a giveaway if Ron punched Malfoy, Harry shot him a warning look and said, "D'you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?"

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K.Rowling

But Harry didn't care, he was one-up on Malfoy, and that was worth five points from Gryffindor any day. Malfoy was looking furious, and as Ginny passed him to enter her classroom, he yelled spitefully after her, "I don't think Potter liked your valentine much!" Ginny covered her face with her hands and ran into class. Snarling, Ron pulled out his wand, too, but Harry pulled him away. Ron didn't need to spend the whole of Charms belching slugs.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K.Rowling

"I'm quite surprised the Mudbloods haven't all packed their bags by now," Malfoy went on. "Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't Granger -" The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy's last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy went unnoticed. "Let me at him," Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. "I don't care, I don't need my wand, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands -" "Hurry up, I've got to take you all to Herbology," barked Snape over the class's heads, and off they marched, with Harry, Ron, and Dean bringing up the rear, Ron still trying to get loose. It was only safe to let go of him when Snape had seen them out of the castle and they were making their way across the vegetable patch toward the greenhouses.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K.Rowling

"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," said Malfoy. "Did your mother die of shock?" Ron stood up so quickly he knocked Crookshanks's basket to the floor. Professor Lupin gave a snort. "Who's that?" said Malfoy, taking an automatic step backward as he spotted Lupin. "New teacher," said Harry, who got to his feet, too, in case he needed to hold Ron back. "What were you saying, Malfoy?" Malfoy's pale eyes narrowed; he wasn't fool enough to pick a fight right under a teacher's nose. "C'mon," he muttered resentfully to Crabbe and Goyle, and they disappeared. Harry and Ron sat down again, Ron massaging his knuckles. "I'm not going to take any crap from Malfoy this year," he said angrily. "I mean it. If he makes one more crack about my family, I'm going to get hold of his head and --" Ron made a violent gesture in mid-air.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K.Rowling

It was a relief to return to the noise and bustle of the main school on Monday, where he was forced to think about other things, even if he had to endure Draco Malfoys taunting. Malfoy was almost beside himself with glee at Gryffindor's defeat. He had finally taken off his bandages, and celebrated having the full use of both arms again by doing spirited imitations of Harry falling off his broom. Malfoy spent much of their next Potions class doing dementor imitations across the dungeon; Ron finally cracked and flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, which hit him in the face and caused Snape to take fifty points from Gryffindor.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K.Rowling

"What are you doing, Weasley?" Malfoy looked up at the crumbling house behind Ron. "Suppose you'd love to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room – is that true?" Harry seized the back of Ron's robes to stop him from leaping on Malfoy.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K.Rowling

"Look at him blubber!" Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening. "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Malfoy. "And he's supposed to be our teacher!" Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first -- SMACK!

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K.Rowling

"Have it your own way, Potter," said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are." "You watch your mouth!" shouted Ron. Everybody present knew that "Mudblood" was a very offensive term for a witch or wizard of Muggle parentage. "Never mind, Ron," said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron's arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy."

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K.Rowling

"And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house - if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?" Ron was shaking with fury. Everyone was staring at him. "Get stuffed, Malfoy," said Harry. "C'mon, Ron. . ." "Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Malfoy. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?" "You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry - both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him from launching himself at Malfoy - "that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?"

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K.Rowling

"You're joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind them. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?" Harry and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoys shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K.Rowling

"You've picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you you ought to choose your company more carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first day at Hogwarts? I told you not to hang around with riffraff like this!" He jerked his head at Ron and Hermione. "Too late now. Potter! They'll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well - second - Diggory was the f-" It was as though someone had exploded a box of fireworks within the compartment. Blinded by the blaze of the spells that had blasted from every direction, deafened by a series of bangs, Harry blinked and looked down at the floor. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway. He, Ron, and Hermione were on their feet, all three of them having used a different hex. Nor were they the only ones to have done so.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K.Rowling

'Yeah, Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straightaway, I went to ask her first thing this morning. Well, it was pretty much automatic, I mean, she knows my father really well, he's always popping in and out of the Ministry . . . it'll be interesting to see whether Gryffindor are allowed to keep playing, won't it?' 'Don't rise,' Hermione whispered imploringly to Harry and Ron, who were both watching Malfoy, faces set and fists clenched. 'It's what he wants.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K.Rowling

I know prefects can't dock points, Weasel King,' sneered Maltby. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. 'But members of the Inquisitorial Squad — ' 'The what?' said Hermione sharply. 'The Inquisitorial Squad, Granger,' said Malfoy, pointing towards a tiny silver 'I' on his robes just beneath his prefect's badge. 'A select group of students who are supportive of the Ministry of Magic, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. Anyway, members of the Inquisitorial Squad do have the power to dock points . . . so, Granger, I'll have five from you for being rude about our new Headmistress. Macmillan, five for contradicting me. Five because I don't like you, Potter. Weasley, your shirt's untucked, so I'll have another five for that. Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a Mudblood, Granger, so ten off for that.' Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, 'Don't!'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K.Rowling

"If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a Mudblood just walked in," said Draco Malfoy. "I don't think there's any need for language like that!" said Madam Malkin, scurrying out from behind the clothes rack holding a tape measure and a wand. "And I don't want wands drawn in my shop either!" she added hastily, for a glance toward the door had shown her Harry and Ron both standing there with their wands out and pointing at Malfoy. Hermione, who was standing slightly behind them, whispered, "No, don't, honestly, it's not worth it. "

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, J.K.Rowling

“I’m Draco Malfoy, I’m Draco, I’m on your side!” Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Death Eater. Harry Stunned the Death Eater as they passed. Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his saviour, and Ron punched him from under the Cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused. “And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!” Ron yelled.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K.Rowling

Yes, there are indeed about 20 instances of Ron being ready to crack Malfoy's skull in the books.

#hp #ron weasley #draco malfoy #one of my favourite sentences is Harry being like #I better get up in case Ron wants to kill Malfoy and I have to restrain him #with Harry and Hermione grabbing Ron's robes so many times it feels like they're trying to keep their faithful dog on a leash #and I'm living for it

[aki-mochi]

Levi x Reader: New Life

WARNING: contains language and mentions of prostitution.

This takes place in the Underground.

Being a teenager wasn't easy, especially if they lived in the Underground City where you had to fight to survive. Literally. Levi huffed as he wiped the blood off his cheek from beating another man to tried to talk shit about his late mom. As he turned down into an alleyway, a few men were seen hovering around something as they talked as he got closer, he could hear their conversation and decided to hide behind a barrel to eavesdrop.

"Think we should sell this little girl in the black market to pay for our next meal?"

"Nah, we should teach her a lesson for stealing from us" he partner said as his knuckles were cracked in the process, ready to beat the shit out of the girl they had cornered.

"You pigs didn't need all that food since you're already fat enough!" the girl yelled as she tried to stay brave.

"You little bitch!" the man yelled as he raised his fist as it made contact to her cheek.

The girl fell to the ground due to the force as she held her cheek in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes but refused to let them fall. She shakily got back up to her feet and glared at the men in front of her. "Y-You punch like an old lady! That didn't hurt at all! You're weak!"

"This kid just doesn't know when to stay down. Very well, you'll get what you asked for" the man growled as he went to punch the girl again.

She just stood there, waiting for the impact but it never came as a knife had been thrown into the man's head, killing him on the spot. His body collapsed onto the ground while his partner's throat was slit open by another blade. She watched in horror as blood splattered all over her clothes and face. Backing up to the worn down wall, her legs gave out as she slid to the ground, terrified of the bloodbath she had just witnessed. The person's shadow came closer to her shaking form before it appeared under the streetlight.

"You ok, kid?" Levi asked.

All she could respond with was a nod.

"So, you stole their food?"

"Th-they had a mountain of food on their plates....and I haven't eaten in days...." she whimpered as she held her hollow stomach.

At that, Levi finally got a good look at her form. She looked no older than ten. Her frame was all boney and sick looking, her ribs were probably showing under that oversized tattered shirt, hair all matted, dirty and probably overgrown. He looked just like he did before Kenny had found him after his mother died. He couldn't let her suffer the way he almost did, and based on her appearance, she doesn't have any parents either. With a small sigh, Levi knelt to her level on the ground and offered a hand.

"Come with me. I'll help you get your strength back but you gotta help clean and help me hunt when you do, ok?"

She stared at his hand before shakily reaching her own boney hand out to take it. Once she did, Levi helped her onto his back and started to carry her back to his place.

"You have a name?" he asked.

"(Y-Y/n)....it's just (Y/n)..." she whispered tiredly.

"(Y/n), huh? I'm Levi. Go ahead and sleep, it'll take a bit to get home."

'A home...? Sounds nice....' (Y/n) thought before she drifted to sleep.

Levi glanced back at her sleeping form before sneaking into alleys and back roads to keep out of sight, wondering what his life will be like now that he has a partner to survive with,

~Several Years Later~

Years have passed and Levi and (Y/n) have done well surviving the hell hole they live in. The constant struggles of earning money, stealing food when they couldn't afford any, kicking other thug's asses. It's hard, yes, but they have each other's backs and company when all felt wrong. Levi comes in the house and finds (Y/n) asleep on the loveseat with her legs hanging over the armrest. Lately, he's noticed how tired and sore she'll be during the day and how she would go earn money at night. One day, she went to bend over to pick up a cup that she accidently dropped but had hissed in pain while placing a hand at her lower back. Going to help and ask what was wrong, she waved at him saying she had lifted too many crates for an old man. Levi knew she saw lying since her lips always moved when she does but didn't say anything else.

Walking over to her, he shook her shoulder. "Oi. (Y/n). Wake up, lazy brat."

(E/c) eyes fluttered open as a yawn escaped her mouth. She stretched her stiff limbs before sitting up and rubbing her neck "Do you have to call me lazy everytime I take a nap?" she mumbled.

"Yes, I do. Now get up. I brought food and it's your night to cook."

"Damn it....alright alright. Just give me the bag already." she sighed as she took the bag from his hands and went to the kitchen to see what all he had brought. As She was sorting through the ingredients, Levi stood and watched in the doorway with his arms crossed before hearing her speak up while her back was turned to him.

"So....Kal s-said there's an open spot at-" she was cut off by a fist punching the wall.

"I don't want to hear it, (Y/n)! You promised that you wouldn't sell your body to disgusting men and be a prostitute!"

she turned to him "But Levi-"

"No buts! You're not doing it! I forbid you!" he seethed with a dark glare.

An audible gulp was heard and nothing else was said as she continued to figure out what she could make in silence. Sudden footsteps made their way over to the young woman before stopping right behind her as arms made their way around her waist.

"L-Levi...?"

"I know you want to help but I can't let you do it. You know about my mom and how she died. I don't want it to happen to you too." He said softly with his chin on her shoulder.

(Y/n) sighed but rested her hands on his arms, rubbing her thumb on his skin. "Alright....I won't do it."

"Good. Now, finish dinner while I get cleaned up." With that, his gave her cheek a soft kiss before letting go of her waist and leaving to clean up the non-existent dirt off of him. (Y/n)'s cheeks went ablaze as she held a hand to the cheek he had kissed. She felt happy but she knew that he will find out about her secret job soon and it would tear him apart.

~A few weeks later~

(Y/n) knew that once Levi had cleaned and put away his knife he goes straight to bed. As she watched and made sure he wasn't going to come out anytime soon, she grabbed her bag and quietly sneaked out of their house, making sure to lock it so he wouldn't get on her ass about 'forgetting to lock the door before bed'. Looking around for any stalkers, she quietly made her way down a street, unknowing of a person hiding in the shadows watching her every move.

After turning a few corners here and there, she finally arrived at her destination. She looked up at the sign and cringed in utter disgust, loathe, and regret.

Kal's Prostitute Service.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) reached for the doorknob only for it to be roughly snatched away by a hand. With a gasp, she was forcefully turned around and now staring into the fuming eyes of a very pissed Levi.

"L-Levi, I can explain-"

"You're damn fucking right you'll explain. You're coming home. Right. Now."

At that, he forcefully dragged her by the arm, ignoring her whimpers and protests of how he was hurting her wrist. He was fuming. Raging with anger. He didn't know where to start. She promised him she wouldn't do it. Why the hell would she break her promise?

When he got there, he slammed open the front door and tossed her inside. She landed on the hard floor with a gasp before turning to look up at him. She's seen him angry before, but fucking hell, he was terrifying right now. With a gulp, she sat up a bit with a small tremble of fear.

"L-Levi please let me explain..."

"Explain what?! You went behind my back and did things you promised you wouldn't do! What fucking reason do you have for going back on your word?!"

"I had to! I couldn't stay at home while you did all the work anymore! I wanted to help!"

"You knew how I felt about you doing this shit! Why did you do it?!"

"B-Because..."

"Because what?!"

"Because I did it so we could get our citizenships to live up on the surface instead of this shithole!"

Levi stopped in his tracks and just stared at her. That was her reason? To help get the both of you to the city above them? Tears watered her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she continued.

"I-I had to....I hate seeing you struggle and come home tired and dirty....I couldn't stand it anymore....s-so I took the job of being a-a prostitute.....only until we got the money to get out of this place and have a little extra to get the things we'll need....I couldn't stand being useless anymore, Levi. I-I'm so sorry...!"

She curled up on her spot on the floor and sobbed into her knees with her hands in her hair as Levi watched her, hearing her apologize over and over again through her hiccups. His anger burned out like a fire without air and carefully went over to her shaking form. When he kneeled down to her height, his arms encircled her form, making her tense as her sobs suddenly paused.

"How much...?" he asked softly.

"H-huh...?"

"How much do you have saved up?"

"M-More than enough to get us past the gate a-and to get our citizenship....I've asked around...and someone told me the prices......I saved twice as much than what we needed..." she explained.

He held her closer. "I'm sorry for getting so mad. I was just worried that I would lose you just like mom. I'm still not happy that you went behind my back....but I'm happy that you and I will get to live a better life up there."

(Y/n) blinked before she smiled through her tears and hugged him back. They both stayed like that for a small while before Levi pulled back with his signature glare. "Now, I'm all dirty."

That made (Y/n) laugh.

~Timeskip~

A few weeks had passed and Levi and (Y/n) had finally settled in their new home on the surface after buying some new furniture for it. And, of course, brooms. Levi couldn't forget the brooms. While Levi spent the days cleaning and organizing their new place, (Y/n) ran a small stand in the market. She had a big surprise for Levi. As the sun was starting to set, all the other stands were closing down, meaning (Y/n) could go home and have the day off tomorrow since her boss knew of her surprise. As she quickly packed up her stuff, she ran down the familiar street she takes everyday and soon made it home. With a smile, she went inside and placed her bag in its normal spot that Levi made just for her.

"I'm home~!"

Levi peeked his head from the kitchen and hummed before walking over to her. "You seem happy. What's the occasion?"

"You'll see tomorrow. Boss gave me the day off because of it."

"Oh? Then it must be a big surprise if you get an entire day off for it."

"Mhm! You'll love it~" she smiled.

"I enjoy everything that you give me, (Y/n)" he said as he ruffled her hair, making her whine in protest. Levi only chuckled and went back to the kitchen to finish the food he was preparing.

The next day, everything went smoothly until she had suddenly finished all her cleaning early before noon and had told Levi to get ready for his surprise. With a grunt, he got up from his spot on the couch and slipped on his boots as he waited for the woman to grab whatever she needed. Once she was back, the two headed out and began to walk. When they turned down a specific street, (Y/n) went behind him and covered his eyes, making him mumble a few curse words.

"Calm down, I'll make sure you won't fall. Just trust me." she smiled.

"Alright, fine. Hurry up, though. I don't like not seeing where I'm going." he huffed.

(Y/n) only giggled and carefully led him to a specific building before uncovering his eyes. In front of him was a small tea shop. And it wasn't no ordinary tea shop either. Inside was clearly cleaned to where it shined and several different types of tea was displayed neatly behind the counter with a good few table sets were evenly spread out enough where people can walk. He noticed that no one was here so he turned to her.

"You brought me to a tea shop with no one here?"

"Nooooooo. I brought you to your tea shop! You said you've always wanted to open one so, Ta-da~!" she grinned.

Levi was flabbergasted. The tea shop is his? He looked at her before suddenly pulling her in for a sweet kiss. (Y/n) tensed and turned a dark shade of red before slowly returning the gesture as her arms found themselves around his neck with his around her waist. The kiss lasted for a minute before Levi pulled back.

"I love it. And I love you. Thank you for everything." he smiled.

"You're welcome. And I love you too, Levi."

"I'm glad. Now, let's go see what kind of tea we have."

(Y/n) laughed at this but followed him inside as their new lives have only just begun.

#levi aot #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi ackerman imagine #shingeki no kyoujin levi #snk levi #levi x you #captain levi #levi ackerman #attack on titan #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk fluff #snk x y/n #snk fanfiction #snk imagines #aot x you #aot anime #aot imagines #anime #attack on titan x you #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan fanfic #levi heichou

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Feelings without a name

I think I couldn't provide too much Angst or any if that but I'd compensate it in prompt 20, hope you still like it anyways.

I'm gonna do both of them btw-

Dialogue Prompt - 22. Look he/she wants you, just make him/her happy | MILD ANGST | FLUFF | DOMESTIC|

" could you scooch a little ?" Draco asked harry with two wine glasses in his hands.

Harry took his legs off the couch, shifting over and making some space for draco.

" thanks " draco murmured as he collapsed down next to harry and handed one wine glass to harry.

" white ?" Harry asked and draco nodded.

" what did I miss ?" Draco asked he he shifted to bring his back supported against the arm rest and his feets tucked beneath Harry's thighs.

" they're trying to set me up on a date with someone and apparently making a deal of how long I would be single for " harry rolled his eyes with a little playful grin over his face.

" oh, count me in on the bet " draco announced to the room full of their friends raising his wine glass.

" you're supposed to support me " harry playfully hit draco before he raised his right arm and adjusted himself to lay his head over draco's chest. Draco very casually circled his arms around Harry's available torso and gave him more space so harry was cuddled into him.

" I mean it only makes sense, you've been single for more longer than my parents are married for " draco joked. Harry nudged draco by his elbows before laughing it off.

" how about the guy from the flower shop ?" Blaise asked cuddling Ron into him.

" eh, he gives straight vibes " harry mumbled

" okay how about the guy you met in IKEA, he gave you his number didn't he ?" Ginny asked eating from her bowl of popcorn

" nah, he's too lanky " harry shook his head pouting.

" what about " Hermione paused thinking of someone " oh right, the guy from your quidditch practices "

"mione I saw him making out with Megan" harry raised an eyebrow at her to validate his point

" date a rabbit, you won't find flaws in it " Seamus suggested

" as good as it sounds, I wouldn't make a nice humping toy " harry joked.

" harrrry, eww" everyone cringed throwing some popcorn at him before the room dissolved into laughter giving up the idea of setting harry up with someone.

Almost 2 hours later, harry was wandering about the house trying to find draco and ultimately realising he wasn't on the floor and decided to check upon their sneak up spot, the terrace.

Harry almost smiled when he caught glimpse of draco standing against the railings before harry stepped on another stair and caught full glance of draco and theo kissing.

Until that moment harry had never realised how much draco kissing someone might've effected him until he saw the very look of it and couldn't bring himself to look away and only broke his trance when he heard his name being yelled and in all abruptness harry went downstairs a strange feeling constraining his heart.

" where were you ?" Hermione asked but harry only shook his head not trusting his voice. Hermione frowned at him before she tried asking if everything was fine and harry responded with a nod.

But everything was far from fine.

Harry always knew he somewhat felt differently about draco but until now he never knew how differently or what kind of different and now when he saw him kissing theo, he knew it was a strange combination of sadness and jealousy forming a strange chemical reaction inside of him.

But he tried not be effected by it everytime after that he saw draco. The more he saw him, the more he was faced with harsh reality that draco liked theo because if he didn't, he'd had never kissed him. And in all sanity harry maintained his distance until he figured what he felt for draco. Of course it wasn't love, but it wasn't nothing either, it was something, it just didn't had a name.

Although it was very vividly clear to everyone that harry was partially ignoring draco. It was clear in the ways that harry sat now on the floor rather than on the couch with draco even when it has space, or even when draco offered but nobody dared to ask because everyone knew better that if harry wanted to talk about something, he'd be clear about it and if he didn't, he's just waiting for the right moment but draco played the only exception in his life. He didn't take Harry's shit and more often called him right out which created a lot fights between them in past and present and perhaps this was also the reason why harry always felt draco was one of a kind.

" you're ignoring me " draco said one day when he dropped by Harry's office before they went home.

Harry was stuffing back his bag when he heard draco but didn't stop and continued keeping his things in the bag " I'm not "

" yes you are " Draco snapped as he slammed the door shut and dropping his bags on the floor.

" I'm not " harry replied zipping his bag and wearing his coat.

" don't lie to me. You've been keeping distance. I want to know if there's something I did wrong ?" Draco asked following after harry as he walked in the room, locking things away.

" you didn't do anything draco and I am not ignoring you " harry replied more sternly as he casted the curtains shut.

" don't fucking lie to me " draco snapped as he whirled harry around to face him

" you think I don't know you're ignoring me, I can see it. You won't even look at me as if I've done something wrong " draco scrunched his face as if he was disgusted.

" yes,fine, you have. I thought we're best friends and supposed to tell each other everything but somehow I think it may have slipped your mind to mention that you're snogging theo now " harry Snapped jerking away from draco's hold and collected his bags of the table.

" oh " draco only replied as he too slowly turned around " I " he breathed " I didn't know you knew that "

" I saw you two kissing " harry sternly replied facing draco properly now.

" it was nothing act-"

" then why didn't you tell me ?" Harry crossed his arms over his front.

" because it meant nothing- or- I don't know- it doesn't matter. You don't like theo and I would never date someone I know you hate " draco hastily replied decreasing the distance between them.

" do you like him though ?" Harry sucked in his cheeks waiting for an answer.

" do you ?" He asked again when met with silence.

" I- I don't know " draco replied shrugging. Harry exhaled heavily before he picked up his bag and almost left the room when Draco stopped him.

" wait- I- I really mean it, I don't know. If it were something I'd had told you before "

" do me a favour draco then, if you know then tell me " harry replied and Marched out of his office.

The next time they saw each other was 2 weeks later at Luna's birthday and harry was sitting at the bar talking with the bartender, when his eyes fell upon the door of the bar and people outside who seemed to be fighting. Harry frowned trying to get a clearer image when he finally saw the other man walking away, theo and in an instant harry realised it was draco standing abandoned. It ached harry to even find the sight of a draco looking hurt. And Before he could even process anything, he was making his way Outside to draco.

" hi " harry titled his head for emphasis.

" hey " draco sighed as he turned around to face harry.

" saw you two fighting " harry reduced some distance between them.

"yeah- we- well we haven't started dating yet and everything and he already have issues " draco sighed leaning against the wall before sitting down over the ground, his knees pressed against his chest.

All of Harry's anger, jealousy evaporated when he saw draco. Didn't he Always swore to be the best friend he could ever be?!

Without much thinking harry went and sat down next to him.

" I mean I am no one to say but if he's already fighting do you think he's the one for you ?" Harry asked as he side glanced draco.

Draco inhaled sharply leaning his head over Harry's shoulder before speaking up " I don't know. I like him harry but I - I can't date knowing I'm dating Someone you absolutely loathe and it's not because of how he's an asshole or anything but because he treats you like shit-"

" draco- wait- stop, you can't not date him because of me. If you like him date him " harry egged him on

" but-"

" no. If you like him don't let me be a reason to stop you from dating him. I'll deal with it. So what If I'll only meet you guys twice a month or call his name wrong every single time, I'll deal with it " harry Chuckled. Draco gave a small laugh before he raised his head from Harry's shoulder and looked at him.

" you'll be fine with it ?" Draco asked

Harry wanted to say no, how could he be fine with everything, how could he be fine knowing that he doesn't have draco to call his own even if he didn't know what he felt for him. No, he wasn't fine with seeing him being someone else's boyfriend. He wanted draco to be his boyfriend but he wasn't selfish enough to stop him, he'd never be.

" does he like you ?" Harry only asked

" yeah, I think so " draco raised his eyebrows for emphasis.

" does he want you ?" Harry asked again

" yeah " draco nodded.

" then be with him " harry replied

" harry -"

" look he wants you, just make him happy alright " harry cut him off.

" and what about you ? Does that make you happy?" Draco asked looking into harry's eyes.

Harry heart skipped a beat, his eyes travelling from his eyes to his lips and then again to his eyes and he whispered " yes. I'll be happy if he makes you happy "

Draco brushed a strand behind Harry's ear before he rested his head against his shoulder again, draco arm encircling around Harry's muscles in comfort.

" what kind of a boyfriend do you think he is ?" Draco asked after a while.

" a shit one compared to me" harry gave a small laugh

" really? And you'd be a good boyfriend ?" Draco asked amused.

" oh yeah for sure " harry nodded before he laughed it out with draco.

It took them moments to calm down and draco snuggled closer to harry and looked at him through his shoulder.

" if you were my boyfriend, how would you be ?" Draco whispered.

Harry swallowed not Daring to look at draco, his thoughts running wild with everything he had thought of until now, how he'd treat him, how he'd like to be treated, how he'd want to wake him up with breakfast in bed and several other things that he had in Denial thought of, but really did.

" I'd be like a friend, only better.. I'd take you on a fancy date every Friday, spend the Saturday at the animal shop because you love animals and have a lazy Sunday because we work too hard all week, and feed you cooked dinner on Sunday nights. We'd do the staying at each other's place for a while, one weekend at yours, one weekend at mine until we move in together and I'll snap at you for leaving your towels over the floor "

They laughed.

" then what ?" Draco bit his lip still watching harry from his neck..

" then " harry breathed roughly as his heart raced Faster and he fumbled with his fingers " then I'll cage you away in a den and make you my prisoner" harry joked away to hide away his feelings but draco didn't laugh and only Stared at him until harry gazed back at draco. It might've been the moment harry had been waiting for, the one where they stared at each other Long and the dissolved in a small kiss but harry remained in his senses even if draco wasn't and cleared his throat looking away.

Draco gulped, shifting away from harry and soon standing up, clearing his throat too " I- I'm go-"

" yeah, you go ahead. They must be looking for you " harry hastily replied as he stood up shrugging his back of his clothes to dust it off.

" yeah. You're joining right ?" Draco awkwardly asked.

" oh yeah- ofcourse I am. I'll be inside in a second " harry nodded his head vigorously .

"great-i- I'll see you then " and with stumbling over his feets draco walked back inside.

Harry released the breath he had been holding on for far too long and finally walked back inside too, wishing the night didn't happen.

Things remained strangely awkward between harry and Draco for a while which included awkward head bobs, nodding at each other randomly, weird hand shakes, and stolen glances which left everybody else confused. Meanwhile draco had began dating theo and harry had tuned into little isolation for his feelings to go away.

And perhaps everything was working fine until the common Saturday night when Harry had friend's over and was getting out of the washroom when he met with draco standing just at the door.

" hi"

" hey" harry replied.

Draco bit his lip while Harry clicked his tongue, waiting for Someone to say at least something first.

" you want to use the washroom ?" Harry finally asked pointing inside.

Draco nodded Before he shook his head " no I'm good " and practically ran away..

Harry shut his eyes for a moment, sighing to himself knowing the Time had come to talk to draco and dreading it all the way too.

Nearly an hour later harry finally decided to talk to draco and made his way to the terrace because he knew he'd be there and so he was, alone this time.

" draco " harry called him before he went and stood next to him..

" am I needed downstairs or-"

" no, I Just" harry breathed turning to draco " I came here to talk to you actually "

" oh " draco awkwardly breathed in before he urged harry to go on.

" nothing happened that night between us right. And it's just- it's getting weird and I was wondering if we could just work on it "

" of course, yeah, I was gonna do the same thing" draco rambled.

" right so " and they both stopped talking waiting for the other one to speak up until they both did simultaneously

" whatever happened-"

" nothing happened-"

" let me, maybe it'd better ?" Harry asked after the dead silence and draco nodded.

" nothing really happened that night.. we were just caught up in the moment and there's obviously no feelings involved so it shouldn't be this awkward right. Besides you're with theo now so " harry pressed his lips in thin losing his vocabulary to further go on.

Sensing harry had come to a stop draco nodded vigorously " of couse, yeah, totally agreed "

" then we're sorted, that's cool " harry raised his shoulders

" definitely " draco nodded.

" good. I'll be going then. I- well I have nothing to do but I should wind up downstairs " harry pressed his lips in thin line, earning no response and finally turning to walk away.

" harry- wait "

" what ?" Harry asked as he turned around to see a restless draco.

" there's" he breathed " there's at least something involved. I don't know what or how or when but it's just there. It's something which only comes sometimes or maybe it was always there but I never really realised but Its there, like I can feel, not with theo of course if you're worried about that, it's you, like that night when nothing happened, on technicality of course nothing happened but something did and i don't know what-"

" I like you too " harry chuckled, interjecting draco's ramble holding his arm.

Draco released a heavy breath before he rested his head against harry's shoulder and waited for his breathing to get back to normal.

" merlin thank you do or I would've flipped out "

" you were already flipping out draco " harry chuckled holding draco by his waist now..

" well, I mean-"

" shush " harry whispered cupping draco's face and pressing their foreheads together.

" all the questions and answer can wait till after this "

"may I ? harry whispered and draco nodded and Harry cupped draco's face and kissed him softly, letting his consciousness subdue in the pleasure and pulling draco closer to him.

It doesn't matter for how Long they kissed or for how less they kissed, they focused on the breathlessness and the need to keep kissing but they did break it away only to kiss again as of their life depended on it, maybe it did, they didn't know but the answers Could've waited for after this and the questions Could've waited for after the answers. It was their moment and the holocaust could've happened, they still wouldn't had broken away from their blissful moment.

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[haechanokeh]

Sincerity is Scary

[Sad ending] [Continuation & Happy]

synopsis: haechan and you are best friends who couldn't admit their feelings which frustrates them both and the people around the two of you

content: college au! haechan x reader

word count: 1.9K

warning: none

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You spit your coke - that didn't taste like one and coughed. you glared at haechan.

"what did you put in my coke?" you huffed. haechan gave you his innocent look.

"i don't know what you're talking about." he pouted.

"you put soy sauce in it right? i knew i should not leave my food and drinks when you're around." you said throwing tantrums.

haechan laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder and shoved a cold wet can of coke into your cheeks.

"here, drink this." he said, cooly. you rolled your eyes.

"you wasted money just to annoy me, seriously." you grunted.

"it's worth it though." he chuckled.

someone coughed and both of you just realized that you're with haechan's friends which your friends now.

"i thought you two forgotten we're with you." renjun used his sarcastic voice.

"both of you literally have your own worlds." jaemin added.

"i really don't understand why you're not dating here dude." jeno teased.

"what? hell no!" you said in unison.

you looked at each other, silently hurt. both of you felt awkward and haechan removed his arm from your shoulder. you opened the can of coke haechan gave.

haechan friends- renjun, jaemin, and jeno noticed the awkwardness between you. at first it was cute but it has been 3 years, they've been watching both of you and it was clear to them that you like each other. but what's stopping you and haechan from admitting it?

fear of the possibility of being wrong that you have mutual feelings for each other or that what happens if love vanishes because you'll never know. haechan is your childhood friend and your parents are really close there was a time you used to take a bath together when you're still toddlers. basically, you're so close with him and it'll be wasted.

you were lying on your stomach on haechan's bed while scrolling through your phone as you try to distract yourself from menstrual cramps. haechan is playing with his friends through his computer.

you shoved your face and groaned in pain because your menstrual cramp is an asshole! it was sever when it comes, it can make your head throb and your body is very weak. haechan heard you, the other side of his headphone wasn't covering his other ear. he looked back to check on you. he caught you massaging your abdomen.

"y/n?" brows furrowed in concern.

"hmm?" you just hummed.

"are you okay?" he worriedly asked, his hands were on the keyboard but he's not doing anything reason for jeno calling him out.

"haechan, what the hell dude?!"

"not really." you admitted. your in pain it was evident in your voice, face, and body.

haechan quickly removed his headphone and leave his gaming chair to go to you. you turned, your back is lying down now. haechan was staring at your hands on top of your lower abdomen.

"cramps again?" haechan knew how badly it gets when you're in menstruation. you nodded, you're almost tearing up.

he pitied you, he put his hands larger than yours and slightly rougher on top of the back of your palm. he's giving you a massage without directly touching your abdomen.

"you should've told me. wait here, i'll prepare the hot compress bag." he said and stood up.

"you have hot compress?"

"well, ahm.. mom bought it. wait here." he was lying, he bought it himself because he was traumatized 4 months ago where your cramp strike when you were in his house. that was the worst cramp that you ever experienced and it was in haechan's condo. since then, haechan stored napkins and bought hot compress.

haechan took care of you and he gave you his whole attention. he forgotten his game, left his computer open and friends hanging. but his friend already knew that you're always haechan's priority. haechan waited for you to sleep. it became a habit to you to sleep on haechan's arm and he's not bothered even though sometimes he couldn't feel his arm anymore because of numbness. he was jist staring at you as if you're the most precious thing he owns...

haechan saw his computer.

"sht." he cursed, he forgot he's playing. since you're already sleeping, he carefully removed his arm under your head. he went back to his seat and wore his headphone.

"sorry dude, y/n is not feeling well."

"your girlfriend?" jaemin teased. haechan just chuckle... bitterly.

"why don't you date her already?" jeno said.

"haechan, seriously you two look like dating already. why don't you just make it straight already?" renjun said.

haechan went silent. he couldn't count anymore how many times they tell this to him, but for him it was very hard. it wasn't easy, simply because it was scary. he thinks the same way with you, it's just scary of what's the difference of your relationship as friend vs lovers, that if it didn't work out because it's better to be just friends, then what will happen next? will you still become as comfortable with him? will he become as close to you as he used to? it's scary because both of you don't know what will happen so you both chose to hide it and keep it that way.

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it's your university's foundation, there will be a night party. you went inside with haechan but women quickly eyeing at him. who wouldn't? he's wearing a black leathered jacket, ripped jeans, and his hair that is quite long made him more four times sexier.

"haechan, i'll just get a fruit punch. do you want some?" you asked slightly louder than your normal voice because of the noise.

haechan who's enjoying the band's performance, gaze down at you and shook his head.

"no thanks. want me to come with you?" he asked. you just shook your head saying that he doesn't have to. he just nodded and went back enjoying the performance.

you left him and go to the catering buffet just to grab fruit punch and quickly went back to where you left him but you stopped from walking when you saw him with another girl, standing beside him where you left. they were talking intimately, and it was painful. imagine jeno punching your stomach, yes! with those arms and strength, that's the scale of pain.

unware, the three boys- renjun, jeno, and jaemin watching the drama while munching the shared bag of chips.

"she will cry." jeno bet.

"nah, she will push the girl." jaemin contradict.

"tsk, no." renjun grabbed a handful chips from the bag earning a glare from the two. "she will confess." jeno and jaemin eyes bulge out for renjun being ridiculous, at least for them.

"her? that's not gonna happen." jaemin said. renjun rolled his eyes.

"as if she will push the girl jaemin, y/n isn't like that."

well they all agreed and returned watching the drama while eating chips. yeah, they are eating chips in the room with a catering service.

you walk, heart-pounding loudly and hands shaking while holding the cup. you silently stood beside haechan hoping that he will notice you, unfortunately, he didn't. you disappointedly sipped on the paper cup.

you were silently and listening to their conversation- well you are trying your best because the loud music made it harder for you. they were like getting to know each other kind of questions.

you're getting annoyed so you sneakily held haechan's hand. he quickly whipped his head down to you. he gazed at your hands then to you who looking straight to the band. when haechan realize it was you, warm electricity traveled in his whole system. the random girl saw everything, so she concluded that you and haechan are dating.

"well, I have to go to my friends... ahm bye." the girl nervously and quickly walked away. haechan didn't mind her, he was just staring at you.

"is she gone?" you looked up to face haechan who was seriously looking at you.

for some odd reason, his expression made your heartbeat fast not in a fluttering way but it made you nervous.

"let's talk outside." he told you sounding a little disappointed. both of you walk while holding hands.

and the 3 guys? saw that and was jumping on their feet and slapping each other in excitement.

"dude, dude! they will finally date!" jaemin said

"finally my frustration will end now." renjun said, he sighed in relief hands on top of his chest. "but why do i feel something ominous." he said feeling unease.

"don't jinx it." jeno groaned.

you and haechan were outside the hall, away from the crowd and noise. haechan let go of your hand and face you.

you were looking nervous and he.. he's sad and disappointed.

"i will never date a friend." haechan directly told you that you didn't expect to hear.

the atmosphere was tense and it's like the heaven and hell compressing you made you feel so small. you were deeply hurt but you didn't allow haechan to see that. you masked it with a laugh.

"why are you telling me that? wah... you think i will date you? yikes." you were laughing and it looked so real. you badly want to cry but don't want to. you were disappointed that you were right. you're just too close, his actions to you are equally no different to a friend.

haechan? like he was hurt. he was asking himself why did he say that? it wasn't real but he was also asking himself, why did you say that? it was written all over your face no matter how many emotions and expressions you put in your face, you were deeply hurt.

"well, i thought you were falling for me already." he grinned. you rolled your eyes.

"in your dreams." yeah, only in dreams.

"let's go back?" haechan asks holding in the pain in his chest. you gave him a smile.

"you go back first, i'll just go to the toilet." holding back your tears. the toilet is in the opposite direction from the room.

haechan just nodded and left you, parting ways. you turned your back and released every single emotion as you walked quickly towards the toilet room.

haechan with a heavy heart went back to the room. his friends approached haechan, hugging him and playfully pushing him.

"congrats dude!" renjun said cheerfully. haechan's forehead creased.

"what?"

"dude, you're finally dating y/n!" renjun said. but they saw haechan's face, it doesn't look like you were dating already. their smiles fell and turned into disbelief.

"what?! how?!" jeno exclaimed.

"just, i don't know." he shrugged.

"it's your fault, you jinxed it" jaemin amused that it was really jinxed by renjun. renjun gripped his own hair in frustration.

so why did haechan lie?

he realized that his world is small because the only person in it is you and that's not good. but he never wanted to lose you. at the same time haechan with the same reason that he always says in his mind. if things don't work out, someone will definitely leave. he couldn't bear that.

does it make sense? no. he's just convincing his self that this is why you don't like to date y/n.

sincerity is hard to give especially if you overthink things. as the song said, questioning why can't we just be sincere? it so easy but why is it hard for us? well, there are times that when we choose sincerity we ended up being vulnerable. the idea of being hurt is scary but you know what either way it's painful but it was extra painful when you became sincere because you know you became true to yourself but weren't accepted.

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[silverrstarrr]

Hello, today I am starting a Eren x black reader fanfic. And don't worry, yo girl over here is Nigerian😋😋 I do plan to put smut into it but I've never written smut before so please be easy on about that part! (The reader and Eren are both 18, their first year in University.)

Y/n L/n. Daniyah

Dylan. Jason

Yume

Normal Girl<3

Chapter one:

You love the way I pop my top. Or love how I lose my cool

Music was playing in the background on a loud Bluetooth speaker as you were preparing yourself for the day. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you take off your bonnet, your long black box braids flowing down to your hips. Which cost a bitch. You were cleaning up your face and doing a causal face routine. You grabbed your makeup bag from under the bottom cabinet and began applying. Doing your eyebrows, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipgloss. Placing the brown foundation on your skin to cover up the bumps that were on your face, contour and more. You placed your false eyelashes on, ruffling up your hair a bit more. After a good 15 minutes, you were ready for the day.

Or love how I look at you. Say why?

The song Normal girl by SZA continued to play as you hummed to the rhythm of the song. Finishing up laying down your edges, you gave yourself a small smile in the mirror,  feeling hella confident in your looks. Even though you were self conscious, you had this thing when you believed you that you're the most ugliest bitch in the world, next thing you're in love with yourself. It was currently 8 am in the morning, class was starting by 8:45.

You wanted to freshen up before you left for school. Your roommate you shared a dorm with was currently out grabbing you guys breakfast.  You guys both settled for Dunkin' since their drink prices were reasonable and good unlike starbucks. You left the bathroom and grabbing your bonnet on the way out, switching the light off. You tossed the hair net on your bed as you went over to your dresser.

For your affection, tryna be down. No fighting and no stopping, Stick around

Oh shit, this was your part. You started to sing to yourself, not ACTUALLY singing it but you know, saying the lyrics.

"Wish I was the type of girl you take over to mama! The type of girl, I know my daddy, he'd be proud of. Yeah, be proud of."

You were singing your heart out at this point, who doesn't enjoy SZA?!

Not to mention, you relate so much to the song. Since you weren't America's "normal girl". You didn't have Blue eyes, blonde hair, or white pale skin. You were a beautiful brown skin woman, with black curly hair  and brown eyes. Not to mention you had 4c hair. But it wasn't a bad thing in your opinion, you loved your hair because at the end of the day, you knew it was long ass hell.

A bzzt sound came from your dresser, instantly your grabbed your phone and unlocked it. It was your roommate, Yume. Yume was a pale skin girl, with brown eyes and long black hair. She was mixed. Her mother was Japanese and her dad was white. Yume was pretty outgoing and bold, a lot of people on campus knew who she was. She was a party person. She still managed to get decent grades by that, you meant that she crammed at the last second and got a C+ or above. Opening up messages, you read the ones from Yume.

colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

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Look what I gooottt😩❗❗

y/n is funky🧑🏾‍🦱🦷❗        

y/n liked a photo

Girl, hurry up and bring the food😭

over here posing with the dunkin' bag, goofy😭😭

colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

I KNOW, IM ON MY WAY

I'm getting in the car now, see you later hot melatonin queen, wakanda queen 👸🏾 remember BLM✊🏻❤

y/n is funky🧑🏾‍🦱🦷❗  

LMAAAOOO, I HATE YOUUU

GET TF ON DAMN COLONIZER 😕

You began laughing, using your hand to cover your mouth. You left messages and began scrolling through your other social media. First you check snapchat, it was a bunch of your friends and people who added you, leaving hearts under your post story. Since you posted a little selfie.  You had on a cute graphic t shirt that hugged your upper body and showed your stomach. You didn't have a flat stomach but a little tummy. You had on faded blue jeans that rested at your hips. Even though you didn't have a flat stomach, your curvy body and a dump trunk made up for it. You had a few necklaces resting on your chest as well with a few rings on your finger.

I wish I was a normal girl, oh my. How do I be? How do I be a lady?

You clicked on instagram. You had a decent 10k followers. You were considered one of those pretty aesthetic pinterest girl, especially because of your outfit ideas.  You look through your feed for a bit, then you came across yume's page. You scroll through her post and liked her recent. You checked the comments and all the guys fawning over her, it wasn't anything new but you didn't expect this one person. They left a black heart under their post and yume replied to it. You clicked on the profile just to check if she had a secret lover and she wasn't telling you. The username was "eyeager45". Surprisingly, he had 18k followers.

Normal girl, oh

I wish I was a normal girl.

I'll never be, no, never be uh

This shocked you, not his follower count but the fact your roomie got him commenting hearts?! Nah, you need to find out. You scrolled through his feed, looking at his photos, he didn't have a lot of post. But damn he was fine. He had long brown hair that rested on his shoulders, his eyes were a teal color but you were still stuck deciding if it was blue or green. Most of his photos, he had it tied into a sloppy bun, a few strands stood out flopping over his forehead. Without thinking, your dumbass liked his photo.

"I-" you said. Before you can unlike the photo, yume barges in with breakfast. It was already 8:20, classes were starting.

"There was traffic on the way and since it's rush hour, everyone and their crew was getting coffee."

Yume placed you guys drinks and food on a nearby round table. She quickly ran to the bathroom to pee, closing the door behind her. You placed your phone back on your dresser and went over to grab your drink. You took a sip, It seem like this time yume got your (f/d) correct and not just getting a random flavor she sees on the menu. Opening up the bag, you grab your (f/f) along with the other food that was apart of your meal. You went back over to the dresser to grab your phone, then back to the small table. You sat down on the small couch that was close to the table and started eating.

"Hey! Make sure you got your own shit and not eating mine by mistake" yume was washing her hands in the bathroom.

You nodded your head with a "mmm". You were digging in, eating fast because class was starting soon. Coming out of the bathroom, yume whistled looking at your outfit. She always gassed you up & was your number one fan.

"Look at you~ all cute and shit" she ruffled through the bag, grabbing her donut already taking a bite out of it then her breakfast sandwich as she sat down next to you. Both of you guys were munching as if the food was running away, like slow tf down. You took out your phone to take a quick insta video of your food and yume. She was taking a sip of her drink when you pointed your camera on her, she did a quick deuces, which made both of you laugh a bit. You quickly added it to your story and tagged her. You went back and forth with your drink and food, until it was finish. You still had a some coffee left but the food? Gone. 

You and yume shared an apartment together. It was close to the campus and it was cheaper. Dorms costed a load for no reason. Most of the time they had no kitchen and barley any room other than for the beds. You met yume during high-school but you guys weren't that close but still kept in touch. Summer break came around and you guys so happened to have the same job. It was the best summer of your life, you were really greatful for meeting yume. She was also the first to offer you to share an apartment together since you both were attending the same university.

Both of guys were majoring in different things but that was fine. Yume was planning on becoming a nurse while you were in the cosmetic industry. It's been a dream ever since you were young. Grabbing your mother's makeup bag and just smearing it all over your face by the age of twelve. You remember the first time you did your makeup and showed your mom.

She laughed so hard and took you into the bathroom to fix it up. Slowly you started getting better and better at makeup. You had your own YouTube channel by the time but it wasn't a lot of subscribers, about 3k. Now you were 19 and had a 500k subscribers who supported you all the way. Being in the beauty industry on YouTube was a hassel because there was always drama here and there but you were never included. More like a "I just sit back and observe" type shit. 

The apartment you guys shared was pretty big. You had your own room and bathroom, the same with yume. Yume parents were wealthy since her mom was a dentist and her dad was a doctor. Yume never made any real friends. They always ended up leeching off of her and her money, one of the main reason she kept distance from you and others during high school but the summer brought you guys together. 

It was the beginning of the first semester, you had your first class today. You were excited but that didn't stop the anxiety creeping up your spine. What if you didn't make a good expression, or did some stupid shit and fell.

"Hellllooooo, y/n. You good?"

yume was waving her hand in your face. She was laughing at bit because of your face expression while you were in la-la-land.

You nudged her lightly and giggled back.

"Stoop, leave me alone. I'm just nervous about my first day"

Yume grabbed the empty bags and wrappers that were on the table, walking to the kitchen to threw them away. She had on a cute oversized black sweatshirt with a white collar. It went well with her white tennis skirt and beige color platforms. Yume was 5'6 but looked 5'7. She was really pretty in your opinion. It was surprising she didn't have a boyfriend.

"Girl pleaseee, you'll be fine. You're pretty and you have a cute laugh—who wouldn't fall for you?" Yume continued cheesying. She went over to the doorsteps and grabbed a pair of pair of  black air Jordan 1 retros(the high ones). She walked back over and tossed them on the ground next to you.

"You aren't wrong about that...but you know I literally don't know what to say after 'hi'. I don't know how people do it, it gets so awkward after that point."

"Shit...you're right...well since we're in college now, we can ask others about their majors and stuff but I rather not hear about a guy talking about how much he likes the human body system."

Loosing up the laces, you slip your foot in  and began tying the strings—you repeated the same process with the other foot. You grabbed your coffee and did a quick stretch before heading over to your dresser. You picked up your phone and keys, your bag was next to the door, you'll grab on your way out.

Yume grabbed her jacket and you did the same.

"How many people do you think we'll be in my class?" She asked

Since she was majoring in nursing. You titled your head up and started to think.

"Maybe around 335 people."

You zipped up your jacket and placed your phone in the pocket. Opening up your airpods, you placed one in your ear.

"Pssshh, that's an underestimate. I think around 400 or more"

Yume opens the door, tossing her bag over her shoulder— you grabbed yours also. Stepping out the apartment, she stood by the side as you locked the door. You pulled your phone out and played your playlist. It was time to start the day.

pt 2

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