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imaginedisish · 2 years

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Graceland Too (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!!! Wowowow am I active this week LOL (fyi this is a re-upload. Decided to proofread one more time bc I uploaded at like 2AM last night). Here is a little sick fic I wrote for my friend who isn’t feeling too great (hope you’re feeling okay <3). The fic is heavily based around “Graceland Too” by Phoebe Bridgers but it is also inspired by “oh baby” by LCD Soundsystem. Highly suggest giving those a listen. Anyway, requests are open. Enjoy!

Summary: You’re terribly sick, but one night and one fever dream might just change everything for you and Din.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Praise kink (imo at least), oral (f!receiving), fingering, reader is sick, Jedi!Reader (it’s like I only know how to write Din x Jedi!readers I stg), idiots/friends to lovers, pining, mentions of death/major violence (canon typical I'd say), cursing, probably some grammar stuff....that’s it I think.

Word Count: 3,018

The wind is cold as it slices you in half, but you feel overwhelmingly hot, clammy even. Sweat dribbles down your forehead as you tread across the rocks beneath your feet. Blaster shots ring out in the distance.

You struggle to pick up your pace, your boots sticking to the ground as you try to put one foot in front of the other.

“Mando!” You call out, remembering not to use his real name. Fog covers the ground, filling the air at an excruciatingly quick rate. You’d never be able to find him in this. You call out to him again, but there’s no answer. You’d take a grunt or even a groan at this point.

Then there’s a disembodied, brittle voice coming from behind you.

“Looking for him?” It’s grating, nasally. You’d recognize it anywhere.

You turn around frantically, practically giving yourself whiplash.

“Bo Katan.” Your voice is low, hushed. Din’s body is limp on the ground, being held up on his knees by the woman in front of you. There’s a smirk on her face. She has the darksaber in her hand…

And it’s at Din’s throat.

“Let him go,” You plead. You go to grab your lightsaber, a blaster, something, anything at your utility belt, but there’s nothing there. You have no defense, just your words. “You got what you came for, you have the darksaber.”

She scoffs, shaking her head, her smirk widening. “I haven’t finished the job yet. I still have to kill you and your Mandalorian.”

Your eyes widen with fear, blurring with tears. “No please, please don’t hurt him.” Your voice croaks as you choke back sobs.

“Too late.” She moves the darksaber from his throat, plunging it into his chest with one fatal swoop.

“DIN!” You scream, crashing down to your knees next to him.

“I’m here mesh’la…” He whispers, but it doesn’t sound like he’s next to you, he’s somewhere off in the distance. His husky voice calls out your name.

“I’m right here.” He repeats himself. Your eyes force themselves open as you shove your palms into the bed to push yourself up. You almost hit your head on the top of the bunk in the process, but Din stops you before you can, his cold, gloved hands coming up to your shoulders. “It was just a nightmare.” His voice is honeyed, gentle.

You look to your left to see him standing at your side, armor off, helmet on.

“M’sorry,” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. You feel like absolute shit, worse than yesterday. Your skin is so hot that it threatens to burn a hole in Din’s gloves. You choke down a cough, the sensation vibrating painfully against your already pounding head. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You had been sick for a few days now, and Din was doing everything by himself: the ship’s maintenance, the flying, the hunting, taking care of Grogu, and taking care of you. Now, to make matters worse, you had woken him up. You know he doesn’t get enough rest to begin with. You feel like a burden – and not just in this moment, always. You were a danger to yourself, to Din, to Grogu; a force wielding ex-Jedi, ex-Empire captive wanted by anyone and everyone. And yet, he had let you into his little clan of two with open arms. Now he was here, caring for you. You could’ve gone home, made a place for yourself in the New Republic, continued your Jedi training, but you didn’t.

You met Din. And you felt so, so guilty for the repercussions of your meeting.

You part your lips, ready to usher him back to bed, to apologize again. But Din doesn’t leave room for you to protest. “Don’t apologize, please.” He shushes you, taking off a glove and pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. You hum lightly under his touch. He feels like ice against your blazingly hot skin.

“Your hand…” You trail off, struggling to speak, “feels good.”

Your hoarse voice sounds like nothing more than a set of incoherent mumblings, but Din seems to understand every syllable. He chuckles shortly and softly, as if the laugh was only meant to be heard by you. “That’s ‘cause you’re warmer now than you were yesterday.” He flips his hand over so that his palm rests against your skin. His forefingers and thumb rub gently at your temples, working tirelessly at your raging headache.

With his free hand, he reaches down for something you can’t quite see. Seconds later he’s holding two pills in front of your face. You immediately take them from him, no questions asked. Whatever it was, you’d take it. This was absolutely unbearable, and the constant fever dreams certainly didn’t help. You swallow the pills with no hesitation, and Din brings a metal cup to your lips.

“Drink,” is all he says, and you do. You take the cup from his hands, the cold water rushing down your throat, temporarily easing the pain you feel there. Din apprehensively settles his arm on your waist. “This okay?” He asks, a slight shake in his voice. You nod in response, smiling appreciatively.

“Thank you,” You whisper, tilting your head to the side with affection. You swallow harshly, clearing your throat. “You can go back to sleep now if you want. I’ll be okay.”

But Din doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t move at all. He ignores your permission to leave completely. “What dream did you have this time?”

You shudder, remembering what you had seen just moments ago. Din instantly takes account of the look on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, stabilizing you, keeping you tethered to reality – to him.

You draw in a deep breath, practically coughing up your lungs in the process. “Bo Katan, s-she,” You stutter, your eyes shutting tightly in between words. You could still see it. It was ingrained in your brain, burnt into the grooves, sowed in between every empty space. You can still feel her. It was so real. “She had the darksaber and she…” But you can’t finish. Your vision is blurry, your surroundings morphing into an amalgamation of streaks of light and grey metallic colors. You blink and a few cool tears drip down your searing cheeks.

“Hey,” Din coos, his helmet inching closer towards your face, his hands still glued around your waist and atop your forehead. “I’ve got you now. It was just a nightmare. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, mesh’la, nothing.”

You cough out a laugh. “Nothing except a red-haired Mandalorian and whatever this fever is.”

But Din shakes his head. “Not if I can help it.” It isn’t until those words fall from his lips that you realize how close he is to you, how intimate this moment is. His armor is long gone, and you can see the outline of his muscles in his shoulders and arms, his deltoids, his triceps, underneath his flight suit.

“I would…” He trails off, a tremble obviously present in his voice. His confidence has completely disappeared. The vulnerability of the moment makes your head spin faster than it already is. You watch his chest rise and fall, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his vocoder. “I would do anything for you.”

Anything. He would do anything? For you?

Your heart beats rapidly, threatening to combust against your ribs as Din’s hand on your forehead slides down to your cheek. You’ve forgotten your fever at this point, forgotten your headache, your sore throat. All you feel now is Din, his thumb grazing against your cheek, his fingers ghosting along the exposed slit of skin between the hemline of your shirt and the waistline of your shorts.

You want to keep him here, to ask him to hang on to you all night long, but you don’t know if you have the courage to ask. You close your eyes, inhaling through your nose, gathering your words before they spill from your lips. “Would you…” Your voice fades out, evaporating into silence, unable to finish your sentence.

“Anything,” Din’s modulated voice echoes against the walls of the bunk. “Say the word and it’s yours. Whatever you want, cyare.”

Fuck. He really means anything. Whatever you want.

“Would you stay…with me?” It’s a garbled, incomprehensible mess of a question, but as always, Din knows what’s on your mind better than you do.

Din nods immediately. “Of course.” It’s short, but certainly not curt. Those two words say far more than what they mean. “I have to let go of you for just a second, but I’ll be right back, I promise.” Ever the caretaker, Din Djarin. Eternally putting others before himself. It makes your heart pang in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.

He hesitates a moment before finally letting go of you, his hands brushing over your skin for a few extra seconds, stealing time that had already been borrowed. He slips deeper into the hull. You hear him press a few buttons in the distance, and then with a sudden flick, the lights of the hull go out. Darkness fills the room, and you can hear Din shuffling back towards the bunk.

There’s a click and a hiss, and then the sound of metal falling onto metal. Din had taken his helmet off. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. You occasionally found yourself in his bunk, clinging to him for warmth when you were on a particularly cold planet or when the Crest’s heating system had broken down, but it was rare.

“Should you keep it on?” You ask as Din pushes the covers of the bed down. You feel the mattress dip as he slides into the bunk. “I’m still sick, you know.” The last thing you wanted was to make Din feel the way you feel right now. You didn’t want him to get hurt. You had to protect him, too.

You don’t realize how close he is to you until you feel his breath fan across your lips. “No.” It’s a whisper, barely audible. “Wanna make you feel safe.”

“But-,”

He cuts you off. “It’s worth the risk.”

You were worth the risk.

The darkness isn’t so scary when he’s next to you. You close your eyes, listening closely to his unmodulated breaths. His arm snakes up your body, coming to rest around your waist, in the exact spot he was in before.

“Din?” You call out in the darkness. You inch forward a bit, unexpectedly bumping your nose into his. The sudden touch, the proximity, it’s all becoming too much for you to bear.

“Yes, cyare?” His voice is husky, low, rough.

You can’t even remember what it was you were going to ask him. All you can think about is how close he is, how his fingers graze over your stomach, how his breath ghosts over your cheeks, how much you want him to kiss you.

Maker, you want him to kiss you. Would he if you asked him to? Was that under the category of, anything?

“Cyare?” He’s concerned. You can hear it in the way the pet name plays on his lips, hanging around in the air longer than normal.

“I-I,” You stutter. Was now really the time to do this, to confess your feelings to Din? “I don’t know what to say.” It was true, maybe a little too true. “I just, I like you Din.”

He chuckles. Maker, it sounds so much better without his helmet. “I like you too, cyar’ika.” He’s unserious, carefree.

“No,” You mumble. You feel like a child, a padawan once again, not knowing how to communicate or to feel. “Not like that. M-more than that.” You wish you could see the look on his face, to gauge what he was feeling.

Silence takes hold of the bunk. Shit. Too much. Too much too soon. I shouldn’t have-

And then, like always, Din reads your mind. His lips come crashing down onto yours. The kiss is reckless, frenzied, deep. He molds against you, as if he was always meant to fit here. You almost regret not doing something sooner. You think, maybe you’ve wasted valuable time that you could’ve already spent with this side of him. But you know you’ve lived through everything you’ve been through, just to get to this very moment, to feel his lips taking yours, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, seeking permission to explore more of you. You part your mouth, gladly accepting his invitation.

His hand at your waist travels lower, resting along the inside of your thigh. You moan against his lips at the touch. You can feel your wetness growing between your legs, the pulsing of your core. You instinctively try to press your thighs together, searching for some sort of friction, but Din stops you, using his hand to keep your legs spread wide for him.

His fingers tread achingly slow up your inner thigh, teasing you, his nails softly scratching against your exposed skin. Din’s hand finally lands on top of your clothed cunt, his thumb tracing circles into the overly sensitive spot. You’re trembling under his touch as he presses harder into where you need him most.

“S-shit,” You mutter. “Feels s-so good.”

Din swallows harshly. “Wanna taste you, mesh’la. Bet you taste so good.” Desire coats his voice. His hand slips away from your heat and you groan at the loss of contact. He finds the waistline of your shorts, tugging a bit, searching for permission.

“Please, wanna feel you,” You whimper. And that’s all he needs. Din drags your shorts and panties down your legs. You’re not sure where they end up, but you can’t be bothered to care.

Din presses light kisses against your inner thigh, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin, until he finally reaches your core. His tongue begins to explore your folds, pushing through before finally settling on your clit.

“D-Din!” You cry out as he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking roughly. “Fuck, feels s’good.” Your words slur and your eyes blur as he laps at you.

“Tastes so good, so fucking sweet.” The vibrations of Din’s voice against your clit pushes you closer to the edge. You were already practically there.

He brings a finger to your folds, spreading your slick before sinking deep inside of you. The sensation coaxes a moan from your lips, and Din takes this as a sign to add another finger. He gives you a moment to adjust to him before pulling out and crashing back into you. He’s pushing further inside you as he takes you on his tongue. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever be the same.

“Doing so good for me, sweet girl,” He soothes, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your entrance. “You sound so pretty when you say my name.”

“Din.” It’s a whisper, a plea. More, please, more. “Don’t stop. Fuck.” His free hand glides under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, rolling the nub around before switching to the other. He squeezes softly, luring you closer to your breaking point.

“Taking me so good, being such a good girl,” Din groans. You throw your head back against the pillow. His words alone were enough to drive you mad. “Gonna make you come, gonna give you whatever you want, mesh’la.”

His name rolls off your tongue. You’re unsure of where it starts and where it ends, whispering it over and over again like you’re trying to commit this moment to some eternal memory.

His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers pumping faster, deeper inside of you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You were right there, your walls tightening around Din’s fingers.

“Din I’m gonna-,” But it’s impossible to get the words out. You’re a bleating mess underneath him.

“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl. Wanted this for so long,” His praises, his confessions, send you over the edge, searing heat spreading across every inch of your body. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect for me.” You can feel yourself shattering under his touch, your walls fluttering around him.

“F-fuck Din,” You whimper, riding out your high. Din slowly laps at your swollen clit, his fingers gently pumping in and out of you a few more times before pulling out. You feel empty without them. “N-need more. Need to feel you.” You can’t help but beg. It wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him, needed all of him.

“Not tonight, cyar’ika,” Din breathes as he finds his way back next to you. “Don’t wanna push you too far. You’re sick, don’t forget. I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, remember?” There’s a faint laugh in his voice, a certain genuine happiness that you can’t wait to hear more of.

“Tomorrow?” You ask, shifting so that your head rests against his chest.

“As long as you’re feeling better…” He trails off for a second, mulling his words over in his head before continuing, “I’ll do anything you want me to.” You know there’s a smile tugging at his lips, you can hear it. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Get some rest, okay?”

You nod your head, nestling even further into him. You wrap a leg around his waist, and he follows suit by wrapping his arms around you.

“Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, mesh’la.”

No longer a danger to herself or others

She made up her mind and laced up her shoes…

Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment

Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then

I would do anything you want me to

I would do anything for you

I would do anything, I would do anything

Whatever you want me to do, I will do

I will do anything (whatever you want)

Whatever she wants (whatever you want)

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megistusdiary · 2 years

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Heyyyyyy this is my first time sending anyone an ask I'm so excited lmao. Can you write brat tamer scaramouche plsplspls I need him. Preferably with gender neutral stuff but if you don't want to that's ok. Thank you ily <3333

wowowow i like this concept ♡♡. brat taming has been on my mind lately. also sorry i am answering asks out of order ;w; and welcome to my page!! if you ever wanna request more stuff, feel free ^^

warnings: mean-dom!scaramouche and sub!gender neutral anatomy/pronouns reader

brat taming, blowjob (scara receiving), penetration (sub!receiving), no foreplay (rip your hole), spanking, mentions of bondage, begging, degradation, dacryphilia, lots of cussing, scaramouche calls reader 'doll,' reader calls him 'sir'. condom usage 🤌

"oh, now you're fucking crying? how pathetic."

you sat on your knees in front of him, tears pooling in your eyes with your nose pressed to his abdomen. your hands rested atop his thighs, resisting the urge to dig your nails into the milky skin.

"move your hands. i don't remember telling you to touch me. if you can't keep them to yourself, i will chain them to the bedposts." scaramouche slapped one of your hands away before moving his own to the back of your head. he controlled your pace, moving you back and forth on his dick as he pleased. your fingers balled into fists at your sides, and you could hear groans from under his breath while he chased his high.

but, just before he came, he pulled himself away, yanking you backwards by your hair. you spluttered, wiping the spit and pre-cum away from your lips as you struggled to catch your breath.

"i'm considering just coming on your face and leaving your sorry ass here. you better start begging for me to fuck you." scaramouche stood up, towering over you from your position on the floor.

"please, sir. please, i'm sorry- it won't happen again. please, please, fuck me, sir." you cried out, falling forward on the carpet. he scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"i don't know why i bother with humans. mortals are all so pathetic." he couldn't help the absolute rush he felt with only you. he could definitely deny it though. "get up."

you tried to stand on shaky legs, scaramouche aiding you by practically throwing you onto the bed. you opened your mouth to speak but were silenced by scaramouche leaning over you.

"you know what i want, doll. don't tell me you're this forgetful." he snapped, ego stroked as you moved to rest on all fours. you presented yourself to him so nicely, he almost considered rewarding you.

almost.

he landed a harsh spank on your ass, watching you grip the bedsheets tightly. scaramouche grinned as he felt heat begin to radiate from the skin. "how cute." he chuckled, slapping you again as you lurched forwards. gasps spilled from your lips along with pleas and cries of 'sir.'

"what do you want now?" scaramouche rolled his eyes as you pressed your face into the blankets. "are you sorry?"

you nodded rapidly, ass feeling hot and sore. he stroked the skin softly once before rearing back to deliver one last harsh smack. "well, that's too damn bad. you know what happens to stupid little humans who don't listen. you made me look like a fool in front of the other harbingers. you can give me your pitiful 'sorry's all you want. cry about it." he snapped, moving back to undress himself fully.

you heard the sound of ripping and bottles, feeling the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, spreading slick over the skin. even after all of the harsh treatment, you couldn't help but continue to be a brat. you wiggled your hips against him, feeling the tip slide over your hole before he smacked your ass again.

"looks like i was right." he gripped you by the hair, yanking your head up. he shoved his dick into you, forcing your back into an arch as he stretched you wide. scaramouche leaned over, resting his lips on the shell of your ear. "you better pray to your archons that you're able to walk tomorrow."

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ravixen · 3 years

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Hi! I loved the vocal unit reaction with the s/o that can’t take compliments! Can you do that with performance team pls?

svt + s/o who's awkward with compliments (pt. 2)

➔ reaction || requested || performance unit

➔ 661 words ➔ notes: fluff, slice of life ; i'm glad you liked the last one! hope you like this one, too. i think i've deviated from "s/o can't take compliments" to straight up how they compliment you LOL as always, pls reblog!

JUNHUI: he's so childish about it — i can't emphasize this enough. he'll get in your face and use his baby voice to say things like "y/nnie, you're so good at this. my y/n is amazing, wowowow! look at you, ahh!" and it's mo rt if y ing. he has no shame in pinching your cheeks and doing this in public because you'll either bury your warm face in his shirt or smile awkwardly. both reactions are amusing to him, so even if you hit his shoulder and scold him, he'll do it every chance he gets. "do you even mean it?" you scoff once, lips twitching between a flustered grin and a frown. that stops his giggles. "what? of course i do," he says, uncharacteristically serious. "i mean all my compliments to you." the fingers pinching your cheek smooths it over instead. "why would you ask that?" and he's so genuine that you almost apologize, but then he's back to being silly.

SOONYOUNG: you know compliments are coming when he starts chuckling to himself. it starts small and under his breath, and then he stops. and he starts again, getting louder each time until he's laughing and clapping his hands. "what's so funny?" you ask hesitantly, even though you know the answer. "hm? oh, nothing. except you, i guess. i just think you're really funny." he grins at you. you don't know if it's your recent set or an older joke you told, though. "i don't know why you're so scared to write a sketch. variety shows would fight over having you! like pow! kachow!" you cover your face as he pretends to fight the air. he likes to over-exaggerate scenarios like this, but you suppose that's his way of emphasizing his pride in your abilities. if you look uncomfortable, though, he'll phase out the praises and just pat your head instead. "i'm serious. you put in a lot of hard work, but you're also made for it."

MINGHAO: he likes praising you, and while it's incredibly sweet, you can't help feeling like you don't deserve the compliments, especially when they come out of him so easily? you can just exit the bathroom, patting your damp hands on your thighs, and he looks up with a soft smile and a "good work." what's good? what work?? you'd think that constant exposure would get you used to it, but if anything, it makes you warier. what mundane task is he going to compliment you for this time? when you tell him about your...discomfort — though discomfort isn't the right word for it — he blinks in surprise. "i didn't know it was confusing," he says. "i'll stop if that's what you prefer." and that's what he does. troubleshoots with you; what can and can't he compliment you for? he's all for striking a balance, but he wants you to know that he's grateful for your existence and everything you do, no matter how small.

CHAN: when he found out you wanted to learn the flower choreo, he insisted on being the one to teach you, an idea that absolutely mortified you because you're going to look like a fool in front of him? why? he breaks down the steps for you, similar to what he did for his members, and regardless of whether it's easy or difficult, he compliments every effort, which gets you super flustered, which leads to more fumbling. "can you not?" you huff, focusing on your own face in the practice mirror. he freezes. he's never had a student refuse his encouragement. "i don't mean completely, but maybe hold off until i learn more? you don't have to act like this with every simple move..." "oh, i get it. because it feels condescending?" you nod. "and really embarrassing when i mess up. there's a pressure to do well." of course, of course. he saves his verbal compliments, but his constant proud smile is enough to keep you going.

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gureishi · 3 years

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Ohhh! I love your writing!!! Can I please request a fluffy story with Saeyoung for promt 11? Thank you so much, have a nice day!<3

Wowowow, thank you! It makes me so happy to hear that! And I LOVED doing this prompt for you.

eleven: i could only be myself with you around

SaeyoungXReader, T (kissing!), words: 1561

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The air is balmy on the beach at night. In the afternoon, the sand was scalding and the sun scorched your eyes. Now, there’s a light breeze rustling the trees, and everything smells fresh-salty-sweet.

You walk hand-in-hand to the water’s edge. Your figures cast a huge moon shadow over the sand—the day’s footsteps have been washed away, and everything is smooth and dark and pristine.

“I told you it would be better at night,” you say, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Saeyoung nods slowly. The moon is reflected in his golden eyes, making them look even bigger and brighter than usual.

“Is this a normal people thing or a you thing?” he asks. It’s nearly midnight; there’s no one else out but the two of you.

You laugh quietly. “I don’t think it’s just a me thing. I know other people who like the beach at night.”

He raises his eyebrows.

"Who else are you bringing to the beach at night?” he asks. It’s not an accusation—his tone is playful.

You roll up your pant legs and wiggle your feet into the sand, letting the surf drift over your toes. It’s cold, but not too cold. Saeyoung copies you, yelping as the water hits his ankles.

“Oh, I bring everyone here!” you chirp, splashing a little farther into the water. “Your brother. The whole RFA. Vanderwood. You know.”

Suddenly, a mini wave rushes over your ankles and you spin around. Saeyoung is grinning; he kicks at the sand again and the water splashes around your feet.

“I don’t even wanna think about that!” he says. He moves toward you, leaving a trail of ripples behind him in the water. He’s still only in ankle-deep. “Don’t take other people to the beach at night!”

You laugh, spinning in a circle, loving way the water tugs gently at your ankles. The bottom of your cuffed pants is getting wet now, but you don’t really care.

“I solemnly swear to only have night beach time with Choi Saeyoung from now on,” you say, imitating his tone of voice. You offer him a pinky. He takes it—then lunges forward, pulling you into his arms and squeezing you so tightly that your feet leave the ground.

“You are so cute that I can’t stand it,” he squeals. He wiggles back and forth and the tips of your toes graze the cool water.

“Saeyoung! Put me down!” Your voice comes out breathless. He hoists you up higher in his arms.

“Noooo.”

“Saeyoung!”

He rocks you back and forth, cackling, planting little kisses along your hairline. You see the wave coming before he does—he’s not paying attention, of course, new to the ocean, wrapped up in teasing you. You open your mouth to warn him and he kisses you instead, lips slightly parted. Oh, screw it, you think, and wrap your arms around his neck.

The wave hits you—just as you knew it would—and Saeyoung loses his footing—just as you knew he would. You yelp as you fall; his agent reflexes kick in and he twists, catching himself with an arm so he falls slightly more gracefully. He keeps his other arm around your waist, cushioning you, pulling you on top of him into the frothy shallows.

“We fell!” He sounds almost gleeful. He doesn’t get up, letting the tide wash over him. He’s soaked—the water almost reaches his ears as he lies all the way down.

“I told you,” you gasp into his neck. He cradles you against him and you give in, accepting the water seeping into your clothes. It’s bracing, but not terrible. His chest and arms are warm.

He giggles. “Is this what you do with all those other people on the beach at night?”

You waggle your eyebrows at him, snuggling into his chest (because why not?), feeling the tide lapping at your legs. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Ever-so-gently, he combs a hand through your damp hair and pulls your face down to his. He ghosts his lips over yours, and you kiss him back enthusiastically, darting your tongue out to graze his bottom lip. His lips are salty and a little sandy and you take his bottom lip between your teeth, pushing him deeper into the bubbly water and the cool, wet sand.

This time neither one of you sees the wave coming. It hits suddenly, breaking over your entwined bodies and splashing you in the face.

“Gah!” Saeyoung splutters, trying to shield your face from the spray and sit up at the same time.

“This is your fault!” you cry, gasping for air, torn between annoyance and laughter.

Saeyoung scoops you up in his arms like a baby and leaps up, sending water cascading in all directions. Laughter wins out, of course.

“Ahhhhhh!” He yells a battle cry as he charges for the dry sand, clutching you to his chest. You can only cling to him and laugh, the seawater dripping from your hair onto your face and off your nose.

He collapses on the beach, panting and laughing, and you try to disentangle your limbs from his.

“Never done that before, have you?” you ask, tossing your soaked hair out of your eyes. He jumps to his feet—there’s seaweed sticking to his forehead.

“You know what else I haven’t done before?!” he sings, abruptly taking off down the beach.

“What?” you call to him. You try and ring out your shirt, but it’s a lost cause. The air is warm, so you decide you don’t mind.

Saeyoung doesn’t answer, but sprints back toward you, a long piece of driftwood in his hand. He takes big, purposeful steps as he starts to draw in the sand—huge, as if he’s trying to be make something that can be seen from space.

And he is, you think. He always is.

He draws the hangul quickly but neatly and you scramble to your feet to take in his work. His writing is clear, cut deeply into the sand. A grin spreads across your face when you realize what he’s doing.

He’s written “Saeyoung and” already and he’s started on your name. You watch him in silence, your hair and clothes dripping onto the sand. He finishes your name and walks a huge circle around the writing, carving a big, slightly lopsided heart. He looks really focused—adorable, you think.

He pulls back at last, dropping the stick on the ground. He turns to you, eyes shining.

“Do you like it?”

You beam at him, taking it all in: the childlike gesture, the eager expression on his face.

“It’s beautiful, babe,” you tell him. He skips to your side and you take his arm with both hands and wrap it around your shoulders. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Mmm?” he hums into your hair. There’s still seaweed on his face and you’re sure your hair smells like salt and dirt.

“When did you stop going by your name?”

He pulls back a little, looking you in the eye. You watch the expressions dance over his face: he’s puzzled at first, then his eyes harden a little. You feel sort of bad for asking.

“When I was told everyone would be safer if I wasn’t me anymore.”

You know who he means by “everyone," of course. His eyes are dark and you hate yourself for making him remember this time.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, brushing his lips sandy lips with your fingertip. “I should’ve have said it.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s okay.” And, fixing you with a pointed stare: “Really. I don’t mind.” He brushes your hair back, wipes the salt from your forehead. “I was Luciel because it was best if the people I loved didn’t know Saeyoung. And I was 707 because I was told to become him.”

“I love them all, you know,” you say. The corners of his lips twitch up; the starlight is back in his eyes.

“Ask me when I first thought I wanted to be Saeyoung again,” he says.

“When?” you ask. You turn your body so you’re fully facing him and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“The day I met you,” he says. You raise your eyebrows.

“The day you came to the apartment?” “No. The day you came into the messenger.”

You pull back a little, eyeing him for any indication that he’s teasing you. His face says dead serious.

“You barely knew me! You thought I was an enemy hacker!”

Saeyoung shrugs, his hands traveling over your waist, up your sides. It tickles, but in a good way. “Can’t tell you how I knew,” he says. “I honestly hadn’t thought about my real name in ages. It just…popped into my mind that day. That I might want somebody to know me by my name.”

You launch yourself at him, kissing him fiercely, taking him by surprise.

“Mmph!” he says against your mouth. You laugh and it’s like a gear switches in his brain and he kisses you back just as enthusiastically, his hands roaming up and down your sides.

You pull back a tiny bit, sandy lips just brushing his.

“Maybe it’s obvious, but I’m glad you’re Saeyoung,” you whisper. He giggles as your breath tickles his lips.

“I am too,” he says.

#mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mysme #mm #request #gureishi writes requests #ultrasupernini #saeyoung choi #707 #saeyoungxreader #707xreader

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therealvalkyrie · 3 years

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I WANT IN ON DRABBLES!!

Ok ok haikyuu, with our fav Suga....as a teaching assistant in uni sharing an office with reader?? And in between marking papers oops someone catches feelings

Is that too specific? Or not enough? If so pls come yell at me! 💕

SUZ!!! This is brilliant, your brain is so wrinkly wowowow and the perfect amount of specificity:) I hope you enjoy, because this was really so much fun to spend my morning writing!!

Pairing/setting: Sugawara Koshi x Reader, college!AU

Warnings: fluff, kissing

Word Count: 738

come send me a request for my drabble sprint event!

Sugawara Koshi is not someone who suffers fools lightly, you’d come to notice. Don’t get it twisted, he’s polite and professional whenever someone comes to office hours and asks a shockingly dumb question. He’s infinitely patient as he sits them down to walk through the answer, ignoring your snicker-turned-unsubtle-cough from across the shared office space. But a few minutes later, when the student leaves the TA’s office and the door clicks shut behind them, le leans back in his rolling chair and groans dramatically.

“God, do any of them know how to use Google?” he complains, spinning to look at you imploringly.

“Apparently not,” you laugh, twirling your red grading pen in dexterous fingers. You miss the way his eyes flick from your face to your hand and back.

He sighs, pushing on his thighs to stand up. “I deserve a coffee. You want anything?”

“No, thanks, Suga,” you reply, spinning around to face your desk. “I’ve only got a few more tests to grade, anyway.”

“Alright, suit yourself.”

Suga doesn’t let you pay for food in his presence, you’ve noticed. When you go together to get lunch from the cafe near the student center, he’s handing his card to the cashier and adding his order to yours before you can say anything.

“Suga, you don’t have to--”

“Of course I do. You keep me sane, it’s the least I can do.” He grins down at you, huge and charming, and you can’t find it in you to protest further.

The cashier barely hides a smile as she says, pointing to the pick-up counter, “Your order will be ready just over there in a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” you both say.

If you notice his hand hovering over the small of your back as you find a table to wait at, you don’t say anything.

Suga always walks you back to your apartment if it’s after dark when you finish work. He insists it’s not a bother, even though it’s at least a fifteen minute detour from his normal route home.

“I’d feel awful if something happened and I could’ve stopped it,” he says seriously, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“What about you?” you ask, locking the TA office door behind you.

“I’m a fast runner,” he quips, grinning as he fixes the collar of his jacket.

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Volleyball, whatever you say. Don’t come crying to me when they find you dead in a gutter.”

Nonetheless, you let him walk you to your apartment building and call him as he walks home to return the favor.

Suga makes your heart stutter, you notice, when he drapes an arm over the back of the couch behind your shoulders. He tips his head back, laughing at Tsukki’s dry joke you hadn’t quite caught. You take as ip of your drink and glance around the group spread around Daichi’s living room, a content smile playing on your lips.

It’s nice to get to know Suga’s friends past their occasional visits to the office. He’s so comfortable with them, and it makes you want to slot yourself into their dynamic, carve yourself a place in his life and settle in for the long haul. You can’t pinpoint when that desire had entered your mind -- somewhere between long hours in amiable silence in your shared office and finding excuses to spend time together outside of work, you suppose.

Asahi catches you alone in the kitchen fetching a glass of water and greets you softly, opening a cupboard to get snacks.

“He really likes you, you know,” he comments casually while pouring pretzels into a plastic bowl.

You look up from the sink to catch him giving you a warm look.

“He does?” It’s embarrassingly hopeful, and your cheeks go warm as he chuckles.

“Yep. He likes you a lot.”

Suga’s lips taste like peppermint chapstick, you notice, when you pull him in to kiss you under the awning to your apartment building. He gasps against your lips, his hand coming up to grasp the hem of your shirt.

He sighs your name against your cheek, his nose nudging yours, his eyes searching.

“Are you sure…”

“Yes,” you breathe, winding hands around his neck to keep him close. “Kiss me again.”

You feel, rather than see, him smile before dipping his lips to yours again.

Suga’s hair is softer between your fingertips than you’d ever imagined, you notice.

#sugawara koshi x reader #suga x reader #haikyuu!! fanfic #hq fanfic #fluff #drabble sprint event #valkyrie writes #suz #short fic

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toutallyahoe · 4 years

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Flirt ~ Shinsō Hitoshi (BNHA)

Requested By: --

A/N: this'll be a series but my dear gremlins... pray to a god that ill actually follow through the fucking outline i have written and have the motivation to write because lmao

also, wowowow bnha yall? and here i thought i outgrew my weeb phase but guess not! now, dont spoil me shit please because i still have no clue what the fuck is happening in the fandom since i havent touched any anime for fucking months (well, except me watching four episodes of free! two weeks ago but shhhhhh) so dont fucking be cunt to spoil, yeah? lmao thanks and enjoy this shit ajsvdjskdbjsb

fun fact, this was supposed to be only 500-800 words but GUESS WHO GOT TOO INTO THIS SHIT AND WRITTEN 3600 PLUS WORDS YALL?!?!?!?!?

Flirt | Flirt 2 | Flirt 3

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Hitoshi let out a tired sigh leaving his lips as he shoves his hands on the pockets of his hoodie. A frown on his lips as he tried to hide his face inside the purple scarf wrapped around his neck, hiding away from the cold breeze passing by.

It was a cold day, that can be said and Hitoshi wished to just stay in his warm bed while being cocooned with his comforters and blankets to keep him from suffering the cold air of January while sleeping probably until noon, if he was lucky that is and not have his mom wake him up. Sadly, Hitoshi was asked by his one (and only) friend to meet up and hang out and the indigo haired knew that no matter how many times he flat out disagrees, the [Hair color] haired male always was a stubborn one. And once he makes up his mind, he'll drag Hitoshi along with him.

"This better be worth it," Hitoshi grumbled as he was still angry to leave the comforts of his bed and warm room to be outside with the January air being cold and having no clue where he was. With a sigh, Hitoshi remembered how [Name], his friend, basically begged him to accompany him to the new cafe that opened. Hitoshi would have flat out reject the [Hair color] haired male if it wasn't for [Name]'s four words he uttered yesterday.

It was a cloudy, Friday morning. The first period was over and each class has a ten minute break before the next teacher comes in to discuss whatever subject they had planned for the young minds of each of their classes. Hitoshi distinctly remembered that the next period teacher was absent for today and with that knowledge, the indigo haired male decided to spend the ten minute break and aswell as the next period doing something important. Sleeping.

The indigo haired male suffered from the lack of sleep. With his hectic sleep schedule and insomia just kicking in, Hitoshi has limited amount of sleep and it can be known with the large bags underneathe his eyes. It doesn't help that he had to finish some homework his teachers had pilled up to them. So, Hitoshi decided he'll sleep than study or chatter with his classmates like the others are currently doing. The indigo haired male let out a sigh and he positioned himself to be comfortable on his seat and plopped his arms on his desk and was about to slam his head onto his arms when a loud bang echoed inside the room.

Due to the loud noise, it made a lot of students shriek in fear and stopped whatever they were doing and snapped their heads on where the loud noise was heard. The loud bang they heard was from door of the classroom slammed open with so much forced that some pondered how the hinges of the door was still intact. But what everyone focused was the figure stood there, clad in the familiar clothing of the male's uniform of the school although the uniform was now wrinkled here and there and the student's hair was messy and all over. His hand was gripping the doorknob tightly as the student was panting harshly and gasping for air, indicating that he had did something to actd that way, and everyone knew it was running.

"HITOSHI!!!" The figure screamed when be had gathered his bearings and immediately, everyone recognized that it was none other than the school's resident ray of sunshine, [Name] [Last name].

[Name] stood tall and proud when he finished gasping for air. Wiping the sweat off his forehead as he sent a beaming smile to everyone as he frantically looked around the room but then his gaze directed to the said male he screamed their name out.

"Hito-chan!" [Name] had happily called out to the indigo haired male as skipped inside the indigo haired male's classroom. Not minding the lively chatter that comtinued before he interrupted from the other students that were still inside the room nor the way their eyes following him approaching the indigo haired male that everyone enjoyed to avoid like the plague. As [Name] was close, he immediately threw himself to Hitoshi and hugged the male who gave him an unimpressive stare with his actions.

"Let's go out together this saturday!" [Name] suggested as he smiled at his friend who he felt slumped on his arms, clearly lazy and tired. "I found this new cafe and I think you'll like this one!" He had happily said as Hitoshi grunted on his arms.

"No," Hitoshi bluntly disagreed and shoved [Name] away from him. Hitoshi's surprising actions made [Name] let out a yelp and almost stumbled back. It doesn't help that the realization hit him on the indigo haired male's answer, he frowned for a second but then jumped back to his childish attitude. Hitoshi did not mind his friend's sputtering on his answer as he prompted his arms on his desk and placed his head on them. "And stop calling me that!" Hitoshi grunted as he closed his eyes as the indigo haired male wanted to sleep for a bit before the break was over.

"Huh?!? But why?!?" [Name] pouted and whined as he looked at Hitoshi. The indigo haired male let out a groan when he felt the [Hair color] haired male shake him by the shoulders.

"Hito-chan! Don't just sleep on me!" [Name] whined to his indigo haired friend in annoyance. "Tell me why!"

Hitoshi grumbled incoherent words to himself as he raised his head and opened his eyes to glare at his friend who still was shaking his shoulders. "Stop being immature, idiot," Hitoshi grumbled ad he rolled his eyes at his friend's childish and immature actions on puffing his cheek and crossing his arms over his chest, acting like a toddler being mad.

"Am not!" [Name] grumbled as he then pouted. "Why are you such a meanie, Hito-chan... and answer my question!" He whined as Hitoshi rolled his eyes again. Christ, why was he friends with [Name] again? Who even says meanie as an insult anymore other than four and five years old?

"Because I said so," came Hitoshi's blunt answer which made the [Hair color] haired male whine louder. [Name] frowned as he looked at Hitoshi who did not paid mind to him and was about to lay his head on his arms again to try and sleep.

"Come on Hito-chan!" [Name] had begged as he drop down on his knees and kneeled down beside sitting form of his best friend. His hand cupped together in front him as he gave his best puppy dog eyes to his indigo haired best friend who didn't even looked at him. "Please, Hitoshi?" He begged, using Hitoshi's proper name and not the one he calls to the indigo haired male. "I promise you'll enjoy this one!" [Name] pleaded.

Hitoshi narrowed his purple eyes and took a glance at his [Hair color] haired friend who was still in the floor, kneeling and trying to coerce him with his puppy dog eyes that was definitely NOT working. Hitoshi sighs as his ears picked up the sound of chattering surrounding him. 'Right, we're still in class... this is so embarrassing...' Hitoshi grumbled on his thoughts as he closed his eyes.

"Please Hitoshi!" [Name] shouted when the indigo haired male was too silent for his liking. As the [Hair color] haired male stayed there on the ground, not moving from his kneeling position. Hitoshi thought over his words on hanging out together on Saturday. After a few more seconds, Hitoshi finally made his final decision.

"No," came Hitoshi's final and blunt reply. Still unchanging despite the [Hair color] male's efforts on pleading and begging for him to consider.

"Hitoshi!" [Name] cried out as he whined at the indigo haired male who went back to placing his head on his arms to get some sleep.

"I'll pay for everything!" [Name] had said. It seemed like those were the magic words as he saw the indigo haired male crack one eye open to look at him. There was a hum from the tired male as [Name] begged to whatever deities listening to him currently that they would give him some good karma and bless him to have his friend accompany him.

As [Name] begged some higher beings to make the indigo haired male reconsider his answer, Hitoshi thought about it again. Was it worth waking up early to meet up with the [Hair color] haired male? Was it worth not getting some much needed sleep just to hang out with this male who Hitoshi swore doesn't know what quietness or silence is?

"... fine..." Hitoshi grumbled out his agreement as what is more better than food? Free food and Hitoshi will make sure the [Hair color] haired male will have an empty wallet after tomorrow. Hitoshi saying his agreement had closed his eyes again and tried to get some sleep. Not minding [Name] immediately stood up from his kneeling position and fist pumped the air while screaming "yeah!" in excitement.

Hitoshi sighs as he stopped walking and looked around the area he was in. The indigo haired frowned and looked at the sky in annoyance, he then looked back around again and tried to remember if he was in the right place on where his [Hair color] haired friend was supposed to join him to take him to the cafe he was obsessing on taking Hitoshi there. Tapping his shoe in annoyance at the pavement, Hitoshi let out a tired sigh as he then took his phone out from his hoodie's pocket and unlocked it. Pressing on the massaging icon, the indigo haired male immediately pressed the very top of the messages with the familair name displayed and he began typing, rather annoyedly as he did.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

where are you?

[08:22 AM]

Hitoshi typed and sent it when done as he stood and looked arpund again. He was standing in the sidewalk from a busy street where people, young and old walk around and minding their own business. On some occasions, Hitoshi would see some people with unique quirks. The indigo haired male had to hold his sjort when he saw a businessman with a head shaped like a cactus. As Hitoshi looked around and waited for his [Hair color] haired friend, his phone vibrated on his hand. His screen lit up, indicating it recieved something to have its user be notified. And the indigo haired male saw the sender's name which made Hitoshi let out a tired sigh.

Idiot (◕ω◕✿) sent (3) messages

Hitoshi opened his inbox and tapped the most recent messages that he received and the indigo haired male saw what his friend had replied. If he can, Hitoshi would have liked to slap [Name] when he saw the messages.

TO: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

FROM: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

IM SORRY FOR BEING LATE HITOSHI!!! .·´¯'(>□<)´¯'·

[08:27 AM]

I OVERSLEPT AND I HAD TO FEED TOSHI \(๑>д<๑)/

[08:27 AM]

DONT WORRY IM ON THE TRAIN GOING THERE ASDFGHJKLL ヽ(≧Д≦)ノ

[08:28 AM]

The indigo haired male stared at his screen for a moment as he then raised one of his hand and slapped it on his forehead. "My God... [Name]..." Hitoshi grumbled underneath his breathe as he began to type his reply.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

hurry up idiot

[08:32 AM]

or else im leaving

[08:33 AM]

After sending those two text, Hitoshi immediately gotten a reply and he didn't have to look at the screen of his phone which displayed the messages to know that his [Hair color] haired friend was whining at him on being a 'meanie' and begging him not to ditch [Name].

Not a few seconds later, Hitoshi's phone vibrated. The indigo haired let out an annoyed grunt as he tap the green icon to receive the call from [Name] as he then placed the phone on his ear. Hitoshi winced and had to hurriedly pull his phone away from his ear with how loud [Name] was on the other line.

"HITO-CHAN!!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!!!" [Name] cried out on the indigo haired male's phone. Hitoshi had to gather his bearings from the [Hair color] haired male's voice. Hitoshi swore that [Name] sometimes had that loud pro-hero's voice, Present Mic. Both being incredibly loud and their voices goes annoying real fast.

"HITO-CHAN PLEASE WAIT FOR ME!!! IM ALMOST THERE!!!" Hitoshi let out series of grumbles as he listened to [Name] beg for him to wait. Hitoshi wonders why he even bother with his friend. Looking around, Hitoshi noticed he was getting some looks, from judgmental, curious to annoyed ones. It made the indigo haired embarrassed.

"Keep quiet," Hitoshi hissed as he felt heat creeping in on his cheeks from the looks of passersby he was getting from the loud [Hair color] haired male on his phone. "I'll wait but just... shut up, idiot," Hitoshi grumbled as he heard [Name] thanked him profusely on the other line. The indigo haired male rolled his eyes at his friend's attitude and had to stop himself from snorting when he heard [Name] getting scolded on the other line from how loud he was. 'Idiot...'

"A-ah! I'm so sorry for the disturbance!" Hitoshi heard his [Hair color] haired friend apologize. There was another voice piping on the other line aswell as shuffling. The indigo haired wondered where his friend was. 'He said he was close?' Hitoshi thought. 'But he also said that he was still in the train...'

Hitoshi was about to end the call when [Name] continued talking, more quietly than before. "Hey, Hito-chan?" [Name] had called out. The said male hummed to show he was listening as Hitoshi looked around the area again to see people walking pass by him.

"Yeah?"

"I... well..." Hitoshi raised his brow at his friends uncharacteristic hesitation but the indigo haired nale did not mind. The indigo haired male knew that [Name] always goes head first in situations and did not think about it. Hitoshi found that attitude of his to be stupid really but [Name] was [Name], and his friend always gets it in the end. "Thank you for being my friend..."

Hitoshi paused. Gripping his phone tightly, there was a smile on his lips as he rolled his eyes at the [Hair color] haired male's words.

"Yeah... sure... whatever, idiot..."

Hitoshi looked at the time on his phone and let out an annoyed sigh when he saw it was twenty-two minutes after [Name] had called him and ended the call with the [Hair color] haired male promising he was close by already.

'Yeah right... close my ass...' Hitoshi thought as he bit his bottom. The male was still not here and it made Hitoshi regretted leaving his bed more than ever. 'At least he should've have the decency to come in time...'

Hitoshi swears that when he sees his friend, he'll slap the [Hair color] haired male for being late. The indigo haired male knew that he will make his friend buy the most expensive stuff in this cafe they were going so [Name] will regret inviting him and being late. But either way, Hitoshi liked watching the cars and people passed by, the indigo haired male just wished it wasn't so goddamn cold and that he was actually sitting than standing like a dumbass in the middle of the sidewalk as he waited for his friend.

Looking at his phone again, Hitoshi decided to pass the time by playing games on his phones. It was already twenty-six minutes since the call and despite [Name] assuring him that he'll be there, he still wasn't and Hitoshi did not want to think what made his friend so late. He knew [Name] always had a terrible skills in time management. The [Hair color] haired male can either be ten minutes early or twenty minutes late, there is no inbetween and the indigo haired male wished [Name] was the former for atleast this outing but it seemed like lady luck was not on his side. Well, when was she always on his side? She never was as he grew up anyways. Having born with a villaino--

"HITO-CHAN!!!"

"GAH!!!" Hitoshi almost dropped his phone and would have been thrown to the ground if he had not steadied himself on time. That still not prevented the indigo haired male to be scared out of his wits and a frightened scream leaving his lips when he felt a body colliding behind him aswell as weight distributed on his back and arms wrapped around his neck, tighly.

"Hito-chan!" The said male let out quiet curses as he turned to look behind him to see the male he was waiting shining him a beaming smile. "Hito-chan! Im so glad you didn't ditch me," [Name] had said as he nuzzled his face on the other male's cheek.

Hitoshi felt his face burned in embarrassment from his best friend's affectionate gesture. And not to mention [Name] was being so close to him in public. Hitoshi's cheeks were painted a light shade of pink flush as he turned his head the other way from his friend.

"I almost did..." Hitoshi muttered as [Name] guffawed at his answer with his [Eye color] eyes widen from Hitoshi's words. "Now... g-get off me idiot!" Hitoshi had exclaimed as he tried to push his friend away but [Name] whined at him.

"Hito-chan!" The [Hair color] haired whined in a childish way. "Don't be mean!"

"Idiot! Just-- get off me! It's embarrassing," Hitoshi retorted as the [Hair color] haired male pouted but complied with his words. Not without one last whine about the indigo haired male being so cold towards him which amde Hitoshi roll his eyes at his words.

"Whatever..." Hitoshi had said as he adjusted the scarf of his neck and avoided his [Hair color] haired friend's eyes as [Name] turned to look at him with a bright smile.

"Here you go Hito-chan!" The [Hair color] haired male had pushed a white plastic bag towards the indigo haired male's chest. His actions made Hitoshi turned to look at him with surprise on his face as he took the bag. [Name] still had that smile on his lips as he looked at Hitoshi.

"What... what's this?" Hitoshi asked, confused as he looked down on the white blastic bag on his hand. Hitoshi heard [Name] awkwardly laughed as the [Hair color] haired male rubbed the nape of his neck. If Hitoshi would have looked, he would have saw the soft pink flush on [Name]'s [Skin color] cheeks.

"Ah, well..." [Name] had started as he awkwardly coughed onto his fist. "I knew I would be really late so I... kinda decided to stop at this small shop near here to buy you an apology gift..." He had explained as Hitoshi looked up towards him again then back at the bag. [Name] flashed Hitoshi a grin, silently urging his indigo haired friend to see what's inside the plastic. "Hope you'll like it Hito-chan."

Hitoshi opened the plastic and had one of his hand to reached inside. There was something small and round. That's what Hitoshi had felt and with curiosity swallowing him whole, the indigo haired male pulled it out. Hitoshi couldn't help but softly smile. On his hand, it was a small keychain. The keychain was shaped like a cat with its paint being purple and had a droppy eyes. There was a small mischievous grin on the cat's face as it stood in two legs while one of its paw was raised to signify it was waving. Oddly enough, Hitoshi thought the small cat was to signify it was him.

"When I saw that... it kinda reminded me of you..." [Name] confessed.

[Name]'s comment made Hitoshi feel something inside. It was sweet, Hitoshi could not lie as he looked at the purple cat keychain on his hand. His [Hair color] haired friend thought of him when he bought this. Maybe he'll not rob [Name] off of his money for being late when they get to this cafe. It made Hitoshi feel happy--

"I mean... it had Hito-chan's tired, grinning face!" Scratch that. [Name] was still the dumbass that he was and the indigo haired male is going to order every expensive stuff to leave him broke.

Hitoshi turned to look at [Name] and would start to nag the [Hair color] haired male's ear off when the male had reached down and took his unoccupied hand and began to walk away, dragging Hitoshi with a smile on his face.

"Now, come on Hito-chan!" [Name] had said. His tone excited and happy as he looked forward and not looking at Hitoshi who walked behind him, a bit dumbfounded from his actions on just dragging him along. "The cafe is a few blocks away from here!"

"You could've had sent me the damn address so I could've waited inside..." Hitoshi bit his bottom lip and rolled his eyes. He tightly held the keychain on his hand as he caught up to his friend's pace.

Now, the indigo haired male walked side by side with the [Hair color] haired male who if Hitoshi would've looked, the indigo haired male would have saw the soft smile on his lips and a pink hue on his cheeks as they walked together towards the direction of the cafe in [Name]'s lead, hand in hand. And if [Name] would've looked at Hitoshi, the [Hair color] haired male would have saw Hitoshi held a small soft smile on his lips.

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dear-yandere · 3 years

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—ask collection!

a collection of mostly very old chats and sweet asks that i never got around to answering! thanks for the patience and love!!

beware, fairly long post... woops....

chat asks.

darling: Eu-jin is best boy. Change my mind.

vanya: i am physically incapable of fulfilling that request, how dare you do that to me... i’m biased since he’s my own oc, but i would die for my (very best) boy eu-jin... who can resist such a gentle yandere that loves you so whole-heartedly?

that reminds me! he’s actually based off of kuroyuki and gekkamaru from the otome nightshade, so if you want similar characters by any chance, do check them and the game out ♡

darling: I was watching the dub for Part 5 of JoJo's Bizarre adventure yesterday...Mista called himself Daddy and I like- sdfghjfgsdhnhnmj!! My heart can't take this--

vanya: WAIT HE DID???? i’m not even big on daddy kink and reading that made me go 😳 this is vital information to know... what episode was this??? for research purposes, of course. gotta perfect my yan! mista, after all~...

darling: for yandere songs, have you heard of the major to minor covers by chase holfelder :O? the way he delivers the lyrics in some songs (betty, all i want for christmas), added with the key changes to minor, is really fantastic, and gives a stalker-ish vibe imo! and he's a really good singer in general

vanya: i have!! a good chunk of them are actually on my personal yandere playlist, so i end up hearing them frequently when i’m writing!! i haven’t been keeping up with his uploads recently, so ‘betty’ is completely new to me and just, wow???????????? this man is an absolute god send for us “romantic” horror fans... ♡

this ask gave me such a lovely idea, though, darling: assigning yandere types/mbti based off each of chase’s minor key covers. i think i’ll do that just for you. ♡

darling @blossomiich: I reread some of your old character interaction asks and saw the one with Jotaro hugging his Darling after a panic attack and the elephant seal plush reminded me of the iconic C H O N K Y ringed seal plushie that was kinda trending and I can totally imagine Jotaro having one of those >w< that's so adorable!

vanya: i honestly don’t remember that interaction, but then again i don’t remember most things hmghng so i looked it up and

j...just imagine star plat hogging it and not letting joot cuddle with it 🥺 the duality of man...thank you for this cute image...

darling: Umm, sorry for asking this. I'm just curious because of your bio language in your header. Are you Chinese too, perhaps?

vanya: no worries!! i’m mixed guyanese (indian, chinese, & possibly black and/or portuguese), but my family only celebrates (or rather, acknowledges?) our indian descent, since the majority of our family is predominantly east indian.

my header is actually a quote from a danmei novel (and one of my all-time favorite fandoms), tiān guān cì fú (heaven’s official blessing)!

darling genki stan anon: Omg you're writing for free now, i didn't expect that one lol. It's a cute show innit? Not a nagi stan but I feel like nagisa has that kinda unsnapped personality that would make him peak delusional yandere material lolol like oikawa but less threatening and without his head being up his own ass 😂. Hope you're doing well!! -gsa

Gdjsjs im such a fool, i think my last ask said something about not thinking you'd write for free when i literally just pointed out kisumi on your sideblog LMAO my bad 😅 😂 also ill hold back on the gen chan requests because ive already asked so many in the past! Thank you though 🥺. Also feel free not to post this, it can just dip into my onesided chats with my lil flower 💐 so long as you receive them im fine 😌 -genki stan anon

vanya: nagisa isn’t my favorite (kisumi is), but gods if he wouldn’t make a great yandere. honestly, out of the iwatobi boys, nagi is probably the most unhinged. i wouldn’t peg him as delusional, at least not at first; i think he’s very lucid and knows exactly what he wants and how to manipulate people in order to get it!!! kisumi is fairly similar now that i think about it... i might... have a type...

please feel free to send in gen-chan requests whenever you want!!!! i’m kinda super asocial, so it’ll take me a while to answer, but i love getting asks from you since you’re so sweet and excitable!!! your little flower reads and cherishes them all!! 🥺

also darling genki stan anon: Sorry for spamming you with asks hdjkdks, u dont even need to reply im just kinda brain empty venting here whether you recieve them or not 😂 i just needed to confess that while yes i am #1 gen simp, and he is undoubtedly my fave oc of yours but that Ilya tentacle smut had me very much so highkey kinda 👀, had to re read the genki oral style drabble to bring my head back. He dont even need to worry about luca bc that man a thot. I think therin is a thot too but like lowkey, a classy thót -gsa

vanya: omg i’ve kept this one for forever mnmghngh i might’ve even answered at some other point, now that i think about it... but i just 🥺 gosh i hope i find my muse soon, because i really wanna write you a genki fic 🥺 hhhh

the ilya tentacle smut was so in character for that boy... i have no clue how to write monsters, much less tentacles, but i’d honestly do anything for him 🙏 kinky russian boy...

therin is definitely a classy thot, the kind that only bangs the finest concubines then turns around and slut shames you for banging the very same prostitutes gbfmngnfg rules don’t apply to him, in his kingdom...wish that were me tbh ✊😔

sweet asks.

darling one: i've read almost all of your dazai and chuuya fics and i love them so much!! your formatting is also super aesthetic just a question, i saw on your kofi that you also draw so i was wondering if you drew all the header arts?? bc they're all super pretty :) have a great day!

darling two: Just wanted to say love the writing and the way your format your posts is so aesthetically pleasing. One day I hope my posts looks half as good as yours because I legit can't get over how pretty and organized it looks.

vanya: omg thank you so much!!!! one of my bffs, yue, is to thank for the formatting and aesthetic choices, really! if you wanna see more of her aesthetic formats and posts, she actually runs a few blogs! you may know her as @milkscafe, formally @milkaaton! i adore her and her aes choices so much 🥺

as for the headers, i don’t draw 99.98% of them! i have drawn a couple, but they’re so few and far in between since i almost never finish my art wips haha... my older posts are lacking proper credits because i’m an absolute idiot, but i’m slowly working my way backwards to credit them all where possible! they’re all indeed super pretty!!!

have a great day yourself, my love!!

darling: THEY’RE NOT BAD CONTENT, I LOVE THEM ALL

vanya: this was in response to a now-deleted lil blurb but i kept it in my inbox because i wanted to say i love u very much and seeing this ask each time i open my inbox makes my heart skip a beat ♡

darling: Listen I love your writing, you inspired me to start it myself! I've always loved to write, and read of course but your style and concepts just stick with me. If you where to write something besides Yandere content/fandom content and started your own series? I would read the shit, out of it. I'm always nervous to interact with my favorite writers because you know, I'm afraid of the impression I'd leave but I just wanted to say this anyway! 💞💞💞🔫😳

vanya: wowowow fgfnmgnfmngfg that’s such a high compliment my brain just gmfnbgmnf go boom fogjfngnfg and thank you for the interaction, us writers truly appreciate it no matter how awkward or nervous you think you may be / come off!!!

darling one: As a writer, your post struck a nerve with me. I don’t send feedback to writers I like nearly as much as I should (and certainly not as much as I’d like in return as a writer). So, as such, I’m going to start doing that when I can, starting with you.

You are an incredible writer. You were one of the first yandere writing blogs I found and you’re still one I check in on regularly to see what you have been working on. You can portray a sense of suspense and intrigue in a natural way that many other writers - published ones included - struggle with. You delve into the darkness without it feeling forced, and you have an amazing grasp on the psyches of the characters you write for (which is a quality I adore in writing and strive toward myself).

I’m not great at ending these things so I guess.. you keep doing you? Because the you is great and I appreciate it.

darling two: hey. i'm here to tell you that from the bottom of my heart i love you and your writings. i really admire your writing skills. you inspire me. one of your posts once saved me from a nervous breakdown. thank you for everything you do. you're a wonderful person. good luck!

darling three: I wanted to tell you that thank you for writing such wonderful beautiful writings and that you take time to edit and write I hope you are taking care of yourself 💖❤

darling four: Thanks. I was having a hard time and deleted all my apps, but as soon as i opened my phone my first instinct was to look at your blog and i got my motivation back. Thanks (:

darling five: Hi ! I just wanted to say I really enjoy the stories you write and how they are detailed so well ! Stay safe and I hope you have a good day/night ! ლ(╹◡╹ლ)

vanya: ahhhh, these are very old asks mostly dating back to my “tumblr writing community is dying” post, and i’ve kept them this entire time because i’m just so starstruck. i have no clue how to reply to compliments, so i’m not sure what else to say besides that these asks made me very happy and got me through a few insecure moments!!! i’ve actually been feeling a little down about my writing recently, mostly because of lack of motivation / inspiration, so revisiting these really warmed my heart, so thank you truly ♡ i’m certainly keeping the originals in my inbox until the end of time!!

darling @monstrously-obsessed: psst, this local cryptic mom thing send all of their love for you 💕

vanya: your local herbo says she loves you very much momster 🥺 mwah

also, to the anon worried about my safety:

thank you so much for pointing that out!!! it hadn’t even crossed my mind when i made those ocs, so i appreciate your concern! i was contemplating revamping those two as is, so this is a great place to start! thank you again!!

#asks collection #not a fic #vanya rambles #[ vanya LITERALLY rambles ]#[ life's hard when you're this asocial i swear fgmnfgnmfg ]#[ now to answer concept asks ]

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sergeanttpoliteness · 5 years

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➹embroidered hearts➹(ps4 peter parker x reader)

Requested by anon➝ hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are, do you think you could write something for ps4 peter parker? maybe like a friends to lovers thing. thanks!

You just... really liked to disappear, huh? To vanish, slip from his fingers. Except that this time Peter found you, caught you before you left once again, which may have just been exactly what you needed.

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a/n: holy wowowow, this isn’t a false alarm, y’all-- i actually posted! i’m sososo happy i finally did, and i’m really sorry about how long it took me to do so. school drained all my motivation but exams just finished this friday so i decided to get this done once and for all. i’m shocked that i finally liked something i wrote this month, it’s progress (’: anyway, here’s something for 1 pretty boy whom i love very much, i hope the nonnie who requested it likes it! (: also i had a terrible allergy while editing this so if there are any mistakes pls know that it’s hard to write while sneezing every five seconds. hope this week is great for you bc u deserve it, ok, ily that’s it adios (last thing lol, expect some noir stuff next and that beter sequel eye emoji)

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since you told him you were going to the bathroom with a wavering smile, and you were nowhere to be seen. Peter set his empty glass of water on the table for the third time— God, he experienced a déjà vu that left him stumped and everything, and as he watched the crystal liquid stream from the pitcher, he could also sense his bladder protesting against all the suffering he kept putting it through. Nonetheless, he simply thanked the waiter for the refill, or else he was sure that if he didn’t continue drowning himself, the disquiet abounding in his system as a result of your unknown whereabouts would strangle him with its unnerving claws. Perhaps the entrance dish bombarded your stomach (if so, then he hoped you were alright), or the toilet devoured you and swallowed you down the drain. Two-year-old him never trusted the porcelain seat, after all (it... was an actual fear of his, actually). However, past all those justifications and silly fears, he knew something wasn’t right, for there existed no chance you’d simply vanish just like that after the anxiety for tonight nearly eroding you alive, and you wouldn’t surrender an opportunity for a promotion... right?

He scanned the party room, through the many dresses and tuxedos either standing by still or swaying together, awkwardness raining over and staining his skin when he recalled he was the last remaining person in the table after everyone else retired to chat with other fancy people. He surely didn’t fit in that category, neither was he acquainted with anyone — he wasn’t even invited, for crying out loud, rather you were the reason for his attendance; still, you weren’t there. He considered possibly checking the bathroom to make sure you seriously hadn’t died, because you weren’t answering any of his calls and... oh, no.

Your boss walked on stage and tapped the microphone, a muffled thud reverberating through the speakers. “Good evening, everyone! I’m glad the night’s been such a lovely one, I hope you’re all having a great time.” The man — Peter couldn’t remember his name, honestly — spoke, a charismatic grin that paraded his astonishing dental care on his face. Though no alluring smile impeded Peter from panicking further or his limbs from driving him out of his chair and into the tight space in between a cluster of intimidating guests, looking identical to a little kid who couldn’t find his parents at the supermarket.

“Where are you, Y/N?” He muttered to himself, a question he’d reiterated in his head far too often for the past seven months. A haze of amazement and disbelief encompassed his brain when you called him to ask to come as his date— all he could do was blink, his throat clogged up and his heart so unbelieving as if you died and had risen from your tomb, but you might as well have and he wouldn’t have even known, because it’s what it seemed following such a tediously long time of dead silence, of not seeing that lopsided grin of yours, of nothing. It should’ve pushed him away, if anything, although how could it? How could his stunned little heart let you go after you’d embroidered yourself into it, sewn the threads, a perennial string that led back to you, the first day you met? And yet you still gripped it closely, unwilling to detach as he desperately dialed your number again, his stomach diving faster down to the Earth’s core whilst your boss’ speech went on and a high-pitched beep rang in his ear. ‘The person you have called is unavailable right now...’ Not a good sign. No, most definitely not.

“However, I’d like to invite on stage a person who we appreciate greatly in the company,” ‘The person you have called is un—’ Peter hung up, over that goddamn message that always appears to torment him, and grimaced as your boss studied the crowd with proud eyes. “Please, a big round of applause for Y/N Y/L/N!”

The room exploded with sophisticated cheering, but it declined gracelessly, the clapping stuttering, fully ceasing when the moments dragged on and no one entered the spotlight. The leader squinted, visibly distressed, brows perplexed as he leaned closer to the lady beside him. “Y/N... did make it tonight, correct?” He whispered too loudly, gossip escalating in the audience. Peter bit his lip, stepping back closer to the exit door until a rough hand clutched his sleeve.

“Hey, you’re Y/L/N’s boyfriend, right?” An older man with fuming blue eyes and a bald spot questioned, spit flying but thankfully not anywhere near Peter who sputtered, chest warming up when his tongue failed him, became tangled in his mouth.

“Wha... n-no, we’re just friends—”

“I don’t care. Listen, if that idiot is not here right now then I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

Peter’s brows furrowed with anger, “Hey, shut up, man— Y/N’s not an idiot.” He snapped, but the guy barely flinched and rolled his eyes as he let go of the taller young man.

“Just do something!” He hissed, equally as bitter and prodding his chest before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter opened the double doors and sped down the hallway straight to the bathrooms with a sour mood; however, before he knocked, a figure outside the window captivated him and calmed his hammering heartbeat. It... couldn’t be you. Why would you be out there? He surveyed the area, and when he saw no sign of another person or any security cameras, he unfastened the window’s lock and slid it open.

Could he have gone outside like a normal human being? Yeah, sure, except that— first — where’s the fun in that, and second, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the other side of the building— it was an emergency, or at least that’s the excuse he’d use if anyone caught him as he landed softly on the grass. It was indeed you, he realized, sat on a bench, observing nothing in particular unless the building under construction across the street held any trace of beauty in your eyes. He stopped a few feet away from you, mouth twitching. “Is this seat taken?”

You almost jumped into space and out of orbit, your neck whipping around, large frightened eyes gradually lightening when they took him in. There it was. That lopsided grin, unchanging from when you were a sophomore in college apart from the darker under eye circles. And there was his own shy smile, too, accompanied by the blush that stained his face, like red wine spilled over a tablecloth. “Yes, actually, by my imaginary friend Pedro.” You patted the area beside you, on the supposed Pedro’s knee, and he sneaked his hands inside his blazer’s pockets, feigning disapproval.

“You exchanged me for a Pedro?”

“He’s a nice guy.” You giggled as he sat down next to you, your stare fixed on your lap. “Let me guess: I messed up the night and that’s why you’re looking for me.” You said, playfulness faltering and insecurity peeking its head in, and he noticed how it sculpted your expression and body language with its discouragement.

“Not exactly, no. I was still going to look for you, but a jerk who called you an idiot really needed me to do so.” He grumbled, irritation returning as a combo along with remembrance of the incident. You didn’t reach, though; you solely raised your eyebrows, unruffled, your friend more afflicted albeit he wasn’t the one who was called an idiot.

“A short guy that kinda looks like an odd mix between John Stamos and Danny Devito?” You queried. Peter rebuilt the man’s appearance in his head, and you had to laugh at his raw shock when he recognized the accuracy of your comparison. He... really did look like that, seriously, it’s the most bizarre combination you could think of. “Yeah, that’s Jonathan. We’re not exactly best pals.”

“I kinda figured that out, Stavito didn’t look so happy.” A smile flourished on his countenance as quickly as a match is set alight after you cackled, your hand flying up to your mouth to mute your laughter.

“Stavito? Man, now he’s gonna hate me even more because I’m never gonna stop using that one.” You shook your head, rubbing your crinkled eyes. He hummed, loosening his tie, wearing a crooked grin that you fathomed meant incoming pain for you—

“He’s gonna stab-ito you!”

Jesus Christ. You let out a drawn-out breath and picked up your legs, expression similar to a parent seeing their kid’s report card. “I hate you. This friendship’s on hold until further notice.”

“It was a great pun!”

“Was not.” You objected, although both of your bodies shook with hilarity. He looked at you, the moon painting silver strokes on your tranquil frame, the delight in him for just being by your side too much that his stare lingered; though not for long, for your attention strayed up to him and his eyes immediately shifted down to his hands, his leg restless, bustling.

“Why are you out here? We could’ve left if that’s what you wanted.” He said, brows knitted. You changed to a cross-legged position, rolling your lips.

“I originally was just going to take a five-minute stroll, but once I sat down here, I just couldn’t go back inside.” You confessed, shrugging. Gloom reemerged, drooping the corners of your lips, striking a spike of ice in your gut— the frost trickled up and down your body, goosebumps of sorrow growing over your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible friend. Jonathan’s right: I am an idiot.” You whispered.

He held in his breath, blank on what to say. “Why would you think that?”

You snorted, expression unamused. “They’re facts, Pete. Good friends don’t just… fall off the face of Earth without a warning.”

“I’m… sure you had your reasons.”

“They weren’t good reasons, though. I should’ve at least told you something. But I bet it was nice to get a break from me, huh?” You joked, hurt and self-doubt seeping through your voice.

He frowned, immediately denying with his head. “Why would I want to get a break from you? Y/N, we don’t even get to see each other that much. If anything, I…” He halted, gulping. “I-I want to see you more.” He admitted quietly.

Your bewilderment was dim but still present as you ran your hand up and down your arm. “You’re dumb. You could spend your time with people who are actually great but you want to spend it with me.”

“Yeah, well, if I am dumb so what? I still wouldn’t change my mind.” He argued, a line in between his brows. You sighed, sliding down the metal seat, your eyes shut as you tilted your head back.

“Peter, stop, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, though. I mean, yeah, it… it hurt a bit,” Peter raised one shoulder, aware that it hurt more than just ‘a bit’. “I thought you decided to break contact, but it’s okay, really.”

“Give yourself some love, it’s not okay that I hurt you like that.” You momentarily put your hand on his, repentance etched on your features. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“We’re talking again, though, that’s all that matters.” He brushed you off, raising up to his feet. The guilt still held you, played with you like a doll, but the reassuring quirk of the corner of his mouth somewhat relieved it. “We should go back inside, don’t want you catching a cold or Stavito getting fired.”

“He’s not gonna get fired, he’s just way too over dramatic.” You grunted, showing your clear distaste for the John Stamos and Danny Devito love child. Peter lent out his hand but you blinked at it, chuckling uncomfortably. “Don’t you rather stay out a bit more? The sky looks great tonight— I can see a few more stars than usual.” You pointed at the dark blanket of nebulae and astral bodies. He glanced up, close to dropping to the ground to inspect the night sky until he heard the stifled music from the party.

“We can stargaze once the event’s over.” He promised, gesturing with his head to the building. It was then when he distinguished the dread in your eyes.

“...Are you sure you don’t want to do it now? What if it gets too cloudy?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright? Why don’t you want to go back in there?”

You tried to utter another excuse, but you couldn’t. The ire at yourself made your hands tremble, set your mouth in a hard line as you were incapable of looking right at him, the humiliation far too much.

“I hate my job.”

Peter sat back down, staring at you, his expression sad. “You know, I spent the entirety of high school and started college with this idea of what I wanted my future to be like. But now that I did it, now that I’m actually there, I’m so… bored with everything. I don’t know what to do. Like, what am I supposed to do now? Go to work and what else? Because if that’s all there is to my life, I don’t know why I should even bother with it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Peter what am I doing?” You scoffed, scowling. “Look at me: what the hell am I bringing to the world? You’ve got FEAST, and just got that job with Otto Octavius— you’re… so amazing and will do so many great things. The world needs you. I need you. We all do.” You mumbled, voice breaking.

His sight gravitated down to your lonely hand that rested so near to his, that had the string running from his heart encircled around its ring finger, beckoning him closer. His fingers reached out slowly, hesitantly, with great fear. But he wound up grazing your hand, and then he fully wrapped his own around it— around the artist that sewed a handiwork of untouchable adoration into him. “But what if I...” He began, struggling to come clean. “What if I...” He saw your anticipating gaze.

“I need you, too.” He whispered.

Your view averted down to your linked hands and then up at the boy unknowing that he, just like you had to him, had tailored a piece of himself in you long ago. You hugged him. Crumbled, snuggled deep into him, allowing yourself to accept that hand reaching out to you, to surrender to comfort. He hugged you back with as much gentleness and warmth, his chin on top of your head. “You should give yourself some love, too.” He murmured and you let out air through your nose, agreeing with him. “You’ll find your way because you’re incredible, alright? I just wish you could see that.”

Seven months weren’t eons, Peter acknowledged, but perhaps they could be; perhaps they were enough to view everything differently, past that veil that cloaked his eyes, past the doubt and uncertainty, because there was something distinctive in your familiar smile when you pulled away. Something unusual as you sat straight, your eyes drifting sideways to him. “I guess we can help each other with that self-love thing.” You suggested.

He got the hint in your voice, and all of a sudden, he figured out what that something was; but he didn’t want to accept the truth that crashed against him when he realized that it wasn’t new. No, it’d been there all along.

He could try to believe.

“Maybe we could, uh, we could go out for dinner some… some time. Get started with some good food, y’know…” His tone was quiet and he couldn’t have resembled better a nervous teenage boy asking his crush to dance on prom night as he wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

You faked a cynical expression, despite already knowing the answer in your soul. “Some time?”

“Or never, if that’s what you prefer.” He laughed tensely, his eyes growing wide when he turned his head and cursed at himself internally. You smiled to yourself, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“How about tonight?”

“Tonight? Like…” He checked his wristband, only to remember it wasn’t a watch. “...tonight? What about the event—”

“Forget the event,” You stood up, and now you were the one stretching out your hand to him. “C’mon, let’s look for some restaurants because why not, am I right?”

Peter clutched your hand, the contentment a welcomed compensation for all those months of not seeing you.

“Yeah, why not?”

#ps4 peter parker x reader #spider man ps4 x reader #spider man ps4 #insomniac spider-man #peter parker x reader #ps4 peter parker one shot #ps4 peter parker imagine #fem!reader #male!reader #gender neutral

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fymoanstax · 6 years

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Deokspatch X: Haunted House

Request: Hello! Could you do Monsta X going into a haunted house (deokspatch x style?) With a staff member (Y/N) and Y/N tries to go in all tough but at the end shes hiding in the boys back and won't let go of them, and the boys are like "I want this cute smol squish to be mine" and tries to woo her. I hope this makes sense! ~Hiding

Here you go! We hope you like it!

~Admin Wonhoe and Admin Hyungwon

Shownu/Hyunwoo (Written By: Admin Wonhoe)

Zombies. Oh man why did it have to be zombies.

When the guys picked their haunted house/escape room thing randomly you had thanked every god watching over you that the other guys didn’t choose you.

There were some really scary themes. Chainsaw murderer. Abandoned prison. Dark Night in the woods.

But Shownu chose you and he pulled Zombie Maze.

And you are,,,,,,,,,,scared of zombies

Like terrified actually

You might have watched too many ‘documentaries’ about how the undead could reanimate one day

And you watched zombie movies with your friends despite being scared

But Shownu chose you to assist and you were going because mama didn’t raise a little bitch

Halfway through you change your mind IMMEDIATELY

Because mama DID NOT raise a little bitch

She raised a BIG BITCH

You were literally cowering in fear right behind Shownu

Because his current mission was to get the key

The key was in an open room

With a zombie(actor obviously) standing inside of it

And Shownu wanted,,,,to,,,,,,,go,,,,in,,there

As a staff member you knew that they wouldn't touch you, you were there when all the paperwork and stuff was signed

But as Y/N you were freaking out

Shownu noticed and pulled you off to the side

But the cameras were still rolling because any content is good content

“Are you alright?”

You nodded your head but the look on you face didn’t quite convince him

“You don’t have to go in with me. I can do it myself. “

“Yeah okay….I mean I totally would go in but this is your mission and all you know. I know where everything is I’m not scared or anything. Good luck.”

So Shownu does try to get into the room and you just chill against this gate thing

And you watch him struggle for a few minutes then he disappears into the room

You kinda chill and try to ignore all the other staff members that are standing behind cameras or just watching this go down

And out of literally nowhere

A HAND POPS OUT OF THE CHAIN FENCE THING

AND WHEN YOU TURN YOUR HEAD

ZOMBIE

You scream so loud and run away from the chain fence thing so fast

You run straight into Shownu’s chest. His very hard very defined chest. Wow he must work out a lot how did you not notice this befo---waIT

If these zombies were popping out. And Shownu had the key...that meant

Your eyes widen in realization and you kind of pat your hand against his chest urgently, “Shownu Shownu Shownu we have to go we have to run!!”

He’s kind of confused???? Why are you literally SHAking right now

“Shownu! Run! The rest of the mission is to escape the zombies. There’s a gate that’s locked by a padlock and you have the key!”

Suddenly out of nowhere at least a dozen zombies (actors obv) start running at you from the door you entered and you’re like frozen in fear

Shownu notices AND suddeNLY you’re in HIS ARMS.

He has physically picked you up bridal style

And is SPRINTING through the maze.

Zombies are jumping out left and right but they’re not affecting him at all

He like has no fear

And you’re just clinging onto him and wow his muscles are RLLY out here you know

Okay nevermind back to you being scared out of your wits because he has put you down near the gate

But your back is kinda towards the gate and shownu is kind of using his own body to shield yours while he frantically tries to put the key in the padlock

And he’s breathing kinda heavy bc he just ran while carrying you and wow he looks like a WHOLE man

But anyway he’s successful and he get the two of you out of that whole haunted house thing and you don’t know why but your legs kind of give out under you even if you didn’t run but you attribute it to fear so you just lay on the ground

And Shownu is next to you in .0001 seconds and the two of you laugh

Shownu turns his head to you with a smile and he just

“You know I was only scared one time during that whole thing?”

“I couldn’t even tell you were scared.”

“I got scared when you screamed because I thought you were hurt or something.”

Oh my gosh are you blushiNG??? The answer is yes.

Anyway literally this whole thing was filmed and you’re so embarrassed when you’re watching it later but everyone else thinks its so cute. The other members. The other staff. EVEN FANS.

Wow. Incredible.

Wonho/Hoseok (Written By: Admin Wonhoe)

Just two friends. Sitting in a cell in an abandoned prison. Waiting for the cue to start so you can escape!

Okay so you’re sitting with wonho on this creaky, uncomfortable prison bed

And suddenly there’s a loud alarm kinda like what would happen if there was an escaped convict or something you know

(We are Pristin!) Wee woo wee woo wee

Lockdown

Lol fun times right

W R O N G

Bc deokspatch x is apparently rlly rich and the budget is sky high so they had enough money to pay actual ppl to pretend to be PRISONERS

And and and maybe they ALL ESCAPED THEIR CELLS

THEY ALL LOOK SO CONVINCING

And why did they all have weapons

This vaguely reminded you of the time wonho was in sistar’s music video and he had a pink police outfit with a police baton wowowow

Wait no don’t think about that now.

You need to assist wonho in escaping

But wonho is literally having no trouble

Like he’s weaving in and out of people and you’re struggling to catch up up bc

“Wonho, I have shorter legs than you slow down before I get-”

And suddenly you’re GONE

Like you can’t see anything and you were pulled away

You tried resisting but this person was v strong

And you coulDNT SCREAM

WHAT IS THIS THIS IS A FAMILY FRIENDLY SERIES WHY WERE YOU BEING ADULTNAPPED

When you’re finally let free and you can see again you’re in this like room place that looks like a DUNGEON (but its not) and its rlly small you can tell

You don’t even see who adultnapped you

Maybe you’re freaking out a little

A lot actually

Its also dark

And you begin feeling around the small room and you finally grab something familiar

Its a walkie talkie

You use these things all the time with other staff members

So you turn it on and talk into it

“...Hello?”

And small tv in the wall turns on and there’s static and then it clears up and the thing on screen makes you ?!?!?!?!?1?!?1/1/1

“Lets play a game.”

OH HECK NO

YOU DID NOT SIGN UP TO PLAY WITH JIGSAW

“HEllo whoever is on the other end of this WALKIE TALKIE BETTER RESPOND BEFORE I QUITE LITERALLY DIE”

“Y/N. IS THAT YOU?”

“WONHO! It’s me”

“What happened to you? Where did you go?”

“You were walking too fast for me to keep up. I was adultnapped and now jigsaw is out to MURDER ME.”

“Does this have anything to do with my mission?”

“Above you there is a bucket full of an unknown substance.”

You look up and sure enough THERE IS A BUCKET HOLY SHIT

“Your partner must make it through the prison in the dark, retrieve the key card from a prisoner in solitary confinement, and find the room you’re in in under 30 minutes or else the contents of the bucket will be dumped over you. Good luck.”

WHAT THE FUkc

“Wonho did you hear the same message as I did?”

Before Wonho responds there’s a rlly loud bang and every single light goes out and you didn’t think it could get any darker but IT IS PITCH BLACK NOW

You’re,,,,,,,,,,,,extremely scared of the dark.

But you’re not going to let wonho know that

Wait why were you even in this situation

YOU WERE JUST A STAFF MEMBER

When they told you you were going to have a very important role today you didn’t think they meant this

“Wonho no pressure or anything but 30 minutes isn’t a lot of time and I don’t want to be drenched in whatever is in that bucket. Could be ketchup. Syrup. Water. Paint. Please you know do this fast.”

Ummm a couple of many minutes pass and you’re sitting in the dark curled up in a little ball with your eyes shut.

Why hasn’t wonho responded?????

OH YEAH MAYBE BECAUSE HE’S GOING THROUGH A SEA OF PRISONERS IN THE DARK

You feel like this mission was destined for failure from the start

Every once in a while you hear Wonho breathing into the walkie talkie probably trying to get in some words before something crazy happens.

Deokspatch x is wiLD

The next time the walkie talkie makes a noise wonho gets the chance to talk but he’s breathing heavily

“I just,,,,ran up,,,,,,,,,4 flights of stairs for,,,,,,,,,,,,,you”

“I’m supposed to be helping you but they’re using me like A PROP. GET ME OUT OF HERE.”

“I’m working on it. Are you okay?”

“Besides the fact that it’s incredibly dark and I’m not fond of the dark I’m fine.”

“I’ll get you out. I promise.”

“You’re making this sound like some kind of drama just come get me before I have a break down.”

You were going to look at your watch to see how much time he had left but oh yeah YOU CANT SEE

You get up and go to the door because you’re sure someone is out there

“HOW MUCH TIME DOES HE HAVE LEFT YOU TRAITORS.”

“2 minutes.” Oh wow so casual about it not even- waiT

2 MINUTES?!?!?!?1

You kind of begin to count down in your head from the point where they tell you he has 2 minutes left

It’s a little nerve wracking

1 minute 30 seconds

…

1 minute

…

30 seconds

…

20 seconds

…

And that’s when you hear someone shuffling about outside

“Wonho is that you?”

“Um,,,,,yes but there are also many many doors and it’s still dark so keep talking to me so I can find you.”

“There are literally only 20 seconds left Wonho. Just swipe the card through every one!”

“I can’t even see the thing!”

“WONHO GET ME OUT OF HERE.”

You were restless at this point. It had been a whole 30 minutes almost that you were locked in this room in the dark and you weren’t having any of it.

But you heard some whirring and you realize the the bucket was beginning to tip over and it wasn’t a small bucket it was kinda big so it would hit you no matter where you stood.

So you start banging on the door so wonho can find the right one

And you hear the card swipe through the keypad

And it dings

And it turns green

And you celebrate because he got the door open

Except wonho notices the bucket is still tilting

But you don’t

“Y/N!”

He quite literally pushes you down under him and kinda covers you with his own body

And then there’s a splash and you do get wet but it’s not like you’re soaked or anything

But you feeldripping and that’s when you realize that Wonho has saved you from what smells and looks like milk because its white and really freaking cold

You turn your head to the rest of the staff

“YOU GUYS ARE JERKS FOR USING ME LIKE THIS”

You notice Wonho shivering so you ask him to take his wet jacket off but boy was that a mistake

It was like you were at a wet tshirt contest and he was the only contestant

Ding ding we have a winner

Anyway even though you know it won’t fit him you hand over your own jacket and he thanks you

But he still cold

So you hug him

And you’re obv much warmer than he is so he kinda embraces you back but tighter

And it’s rlly cute

And everyone awwww’s

But you’re just glaring at them

“Are you okay? I know you’re afraid of the dark so I tried to get to you as fast as possible. Sorry I took so long though.”

You MELT

HES SUCH A SWEETEHEART

“I’ll live. Thanks, Wonho”

Can you believe wonho just wants to protecc and love you forever

God what a sweetie pie muffin baby love cake precious man.

Minhyuk (Written By: Admin Hyungwon)

Minhyuk was kind of scared of doing this little haunted house thing by himself, but he calmed down a little when realizing that you would be there.

Like he was so relieved that he did not have to be alone during this.

Like yeah he had to work through the room himself, but at least he wouldn’t be scared out of his mind.

You on the other hand were terrified.

You had no idea really when actors would jump out and stuff like that. You just knew the answers to all the problems.

Plus there was spiders.

They were fake but it still freaked you out.

But were you about to show your fear in front of Monsta X’s very own Minhyuk?

No, you sure as hell weren’t.

So you tried to keep your cool, leaning against anything that could be leaned against.

Staying away from Minhyuk bc you were actually gripping your own arm really tightly and it was obvious.

You guys were at a particularly spidery place and it was freaking you out, but like he had a clue in here and you just had to power through.

He was powering through and like it kinda impressed you because how can someone be so calm during this.

Well, he was cracking jokes the entire time so that might’ve helped.

In this part though, he couldn’t find the clue.

Like of all the places that he had trouble finding a clue it had to be in the one that you’re pretty sure you had nightmares about when you were a kid.

But you were there to help him so you couldn’t really like just leave when he now needed help.

“Hey Y/N I can’t find this one thing do you think you can help—”

Before he could finish his question a (fake) spider fell from the ceiling and in front of you and you let out a huge squeak and crouched down to try and avoid it.

But like, you just...crouched...so it was just hovering above you….

Luckily for Minhyuk that’s where the clue was lol

You knew it was on a spider but like...not that it had to fall from the ceiling.

You were pretty shook and Minhyuk really saw that.

When you opened your eyes you saw Minhyuk crouching in front of you, looking worried.

“Are you...afraid of spiders?”

You just stared at him bc like no shit sherlock, but you still gotta put up your front, so you just stand up and dust off your shirt.

“I’m fine I just got sc—”

You heard the sound effects of spiders and yelped, grabbing onto Minhyuk’s arm on instinct.

He looked at you, clutching onto his arm and (he lowkey found it adorable) just kind of gave you a look.

“Yes I’m afraid of spiders!”

He laughed, but you didn’t let go of his arm.

“It’s fine I’ll protect you.”

You glared at him but let it go

“Okay let’s go. You got the clue now let’s just do the thing and leave.”

He laughed at your urgency and just kept walking.

At this point you didn’t even hide that you were scared.

You just followed Minhyuk around, clutching at the back of his shirt so that he wouldn’t leave you behind.

He’d slow down and let you catch up.

Tbh he was really acting all tough bc he had promised to protect you and god damn it he was gonna do that bc you are a smol bean.

At some point, after you had accidentally tugged his shirt too hard and he almost fell backwards, he used that as an excuse to do some hand holding.

So yes, this is Minhyuk, holding your hand, because you are scared of spiders. Can you believe it?

He holds your hand throughout the entirety of his mission and by the end of it you’re kinda embarrassed?

You go to take your hand back but then he just smiles at you and squeezes your hand.

“Hey, if you ever need anyone to hold your hand for whatever reason, I’m your guy.”

You scream. (internally)

Kihyun (Written By: Admin Hyungwon)

Honestly, you didn’t want to be chosen for this because you sure as hell knew that you would be crying.

You didn’t hide fear very well.

But of course that meant you had to go.

You just hoped it'd be for something simple like the woods.

Nope.

Killer clowns.

Kihyun had picked killer clowns.

And then had picked you to help him.

You almost died right there.

When it came to it though, you told yourself that you'd act all tough and prove to yourself you wouldn't get scared.

3 seconds in, you heard a clown laugh and you clutched onto Kihyun so quick that you scared him more than the actual clowns.

“Uhh…..Y/N are you okay?”

“I'm fine! Just keep going!”

You were not fine.

You kept trying to let go of his arm but you also kept immediately latching onto him again.

Kihyun noticed that and from his point of view you looked like a scared kitten

It was comforting bc he was also scared.

But he was trying his hardest to hide it.

“How are you not scared? There are clowns everywhere.”

Kihyun was very confused?

Were you that scared that you didn’t notice him nearly about to just start running?

“Are you kidding me, I’m terrified. I haven’t even gotten the mission yet!”

Your heart dropped when you remembered where the mission card was supposed to be given to him by one of the clowns.

He noticed your expression and got very worried.

“It’s uh…..with a clown…..”

He looked at you like that was the worst possible thing but like

If you were afraid of the clowns

And he was afraid of the clowns

Who was going to talk to the clowns????

In the 30 seconds you two just stood there staring at each other, he realized that wow.

He really didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.

So if he had to talk to a clown with a chainsaw, pretend to not be terrified (despite already admitting he was), and then do the mission, then so be it.

“Okay. Let's get my mission from a clown.”

You went to cheer for him but instead a clown jumped out right behind you.

So naturally you screamed and found yourself hugging Kihyun tightly.

He honestly did not know what to do with himself.

A cute girl is hugging him and all he can do is like not freak out bc

1) A CUTE GIRL IS HUGGING HIM And

2) the clown jumping out scared him too

He decided to hug you back bc you were actually shaking.

“Oh hey there's the mission.”

He took the paper from the clown, while still hugging you with his other arm.

It was cold outside but like...he was v warm????

Also, he just stayed hugging you so it made you warm and you guess part of your shaking was because you were cold bc that slightly got better.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You know what my mission is right?”

“.....yeah.”

“How exactly do I bring back a clown mask that isn’t being used?”

“Very carefully?”

He sighed and started walking again, but his grip on you tightened.

Granted, you didn’t exactly let go of him either, but you expected that he’d like...stop hugging you.

“I can let go if it’ll speed things up”

“Nah. You seem less scared like this.”

But also he was less scared like that?

(Also again, he got to hug a cute girl lol)

You guys walked like that until he did eventually find the mask.

“Here, hold this.”

He picked up the mask and went to place it on your face but before he could a clown jumped out from behind a tree and screamed at you two.

You both gunned it.

Kihyun had let go of you and you had let go of Kihyun but hey, he got the mask.

You saw him look around as he ran and realized he slowed down a little which confused you a little

Until he actually grabbed your hand and ran faster, making sure you weren’t slipping away.

Like boy really slowed down to save you to make sure you weren’t killed by a killer clown.

Okay you were both overreacting bc the clown stopped following you guys like right as you started running.

But when you got back to the starting point you were both out of breath, and like the crew and the rest of the boys were just staring at you two.

Suddenly, you felt something be placed on your head?

It was Kihyun’s hand.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, and then a heavier thing is placed on your head.

“There. I was right. You are still pretty cute with a clown mask on.”

At least that mask hid how red your face was

And your embarrassment of being terrified of clowns of all things and then immediately clinging onto Kihyun.

Whatever, he called you cute.

Jooheon (Written By: Admin Hyungwon)

When Jooheon chose you to accompany him, you were kind of relieved because like he seemed so sure that he was going to not be scared.

Like even when he pulled the ‘ghosts’ card, he didn’t seem phased.

In fact, he was p cocky about the whole ordeal.

But it reassured you at least that this would be an easy thing.

“Hey Y/N, you scared?”

He grinned at you, walking with you to the steps of the house.

“Nah.”

Ghosts didn’t really scare you?

So you thought maybe you’d be fine.

But really, you were actually scared of ghosts.

You just downplayed it in your memories, but watching ghost movies made you not sleep for days.

So there you two were, about to head into a house that was filled with ghosts meant to terrify you.

You knew where the mission card was, of course.

But you could only help when he was really stuck.

You didn’t expect the scaring to happen so early though.

Like you two just walked into the house and when you passed the second room, an actress walked out from the end of the hallway, towards you.

It was then you remembered that you were actually terrified of ghosts.

But apparently Mr. I-Won’t-Be-Scared over there was also terrified.

Because boy took off running the other direction.

Screaming.

Louder than you were screaming.

You ran to follow him though bc you were not bouta be left alone there.

But as you were running there came another ghost????

Like heading right towards you????

You were literally about to run into him when you felt yourself get pulled away.

You turned to look and there stood Jooheon himself, looking slightly red.

“You said you wouldn’t be scared!”

You immediately tell him.

“So did you!”

“They’re terrifying! I didn’t think they’d be!”

“That makes two of us!”

You guys just go back and forth about how you rlly didn’t think it’d be this scary until the director physically has to call you and tell you two to keep going.

“Okay at least we don’t have to pretend that we’re not scared.”

You reassure him, but really it was an excuse for you to like, not suffer silently.

“Here, hold my hand.”

Jooheon offered his hand and you looked at him weird.

“Why?”

“So if we have to run again we won’t get separated!”

“Okay yeah good idea.”

This obviously wasn’t a ploy for him to hold your hand ;)

Actually, it really wasn’t.

Boy was just trying to get you and him out there alive.

Finally, you both made it to the room where his mission card was.

But when you walked in, a ghost popped out from inside the closet and you swear you were about to just like die.

But get this.

Jooheon pushed you behind him.

Like the ghost popped out, and his immediate instinct was to make sure you were behind him.

The ghost wasn’t like...moving...it was just watching you two.

So Jooheon kept eye contact with the ghost, moving slowly, but still making sure you were right behind him.

He actually ushered you to grab onto his arm.

So you did.

It was v muscular and if you didn’t just almost die 2 seconds ago you would have admired it more.

Anyway, he walked slowly, making sure the ghost didn’t like suddenly scream, took the mission card, and then slowly walked out the room.

You felt him relax as soon as you two were out.

“Okay. Now we can get this over w— I have to hug the ghost inside that room.”

“I...forgot that was the mission.”

“Y/N. If I die from fright, just know that—”

“Oh my God, Jooheon, please just hug the ghost so we can L E A V E.”

He just laughed and made his way back into the room, with you following behind him.

Jooheon was rlly just delaying it bc like what if the ghost screamed.

He’d scream too.

And then he knew that you’d scream too and he rlly felt bad that he left you behind that one time, making you more scared than necessary.

Eventually, he gave the actor a hug.

And he didn’t scream, so that was good.

But immediately after, Jooheon grabbed your hand and just made his way out.

Ghosts kept trying to pop out but Jooheon was not having it.

He just held your hand tighter and like just didn't look at the people bc he would have screamed and he was not bout to do that while holding your hand.

He looked back at you, grinning, and it made you laugh for some reason.

When you two made it outside, both of you were laughing.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Before you could answer he just….pulled you into a huge bear hug.

“Jooheon???”

Your voice was muffled bc your face was in his shirt.

“I felt like you needed that hug more than the ghost.”

“Well in that case so do you!”

So you two just stand there.

Hugging each other.

He was a good hugger.

Hyungwon (Written By: Admin Hyungwon)

You really thought Hyungwon would be the one that’s super scared.

Like, you expected him to be running and screaming and everything.

Especially when he pulled out the chainsaw/axe murderer card.

And you knew the mission to that was to physically find the chainsaw and the axe and bring it back.

Sounds easy enough.

Except there’s actors that are chasing you.

And you hate those kinds of movies bc you know you’d die.

But, you just have to be brave now and not pee your pants.

Especially since Hyungwon is,,,,,,not scared,,,,,at all,,,,,

He’s making conversation with you, and you’re scared it’ll tip off the murderers where you’re at.

Okay, you know it’s fake but like it definitely feels like a life or death situation.

He's just, talking, trying to find the mission card.

Suddenly, you hear the rev of a chainsaw and that's when his composure shatters.

“What was that?”

“A chainsaw"

“Like….a real one?????”

“It's okay I'm p sure it's one of those safe chainsaws.”

You mean….they wouldn't use…..real chainsaws right?

When that passed, Hyungwon was,,,,,not scared again.

But you were on your toes, ready to sprint when needed.

“Hey are you okay?”

Hyungwon asks when he sees that you are very much cowering.

You say nothing bc you don't even know if you have the ability to speak.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Before he actually finished that sentence the chainsaw rev started up again, but this time it was right next to you two and there was a guy w a chainsaw.

In a glimpse, you saw hyungwon put his fists up, looking ready to fight. But you didn't stick around long enough to see if he did.

You fucking ran.

Like there was nothing that could stop you.

Except maybe like, Hyungwon grabbing your arm to slow you down.

“Hey hey he just had the mission. I got it.”

You catch your breath and look at him, seeing he had a piece of paper in his hands.

“Also how about this. You can just hold onto me. So it'll relieve your fear. And if anything scares you I'll just fight them.”

You laughed bc like he was p scrawny and the chainsaw man was maybe twice his weight.

You did take up on his offer though, and you grabbed onto his sleeve.

You honestly looked like a little kid.

Holding onto an adults sleeve so you wouldn't get lost.

But listen. You didn't know this but hyungwon was just really trying so hard to not freak out

Like you're freaking out enough for the both of you.

He just wants to make sure you're okay.

You looked worried from the second he picked you to assist him.

So he tried to tell jokes, make conversation, and try not to fight the chainsaw guy.

But you were still very scared.

He was relieved when you took his sleeve bc you looked less scared then.

Getting to the axe and chainsaw was more you being jumpy every time you heard a sound,rather than anything else.

But you guys did make it to the stuff.

“Okay I'll just grab these then we'll just leave.”

You nod and let go of his sleeve as he went to get the things.

But it seemed like that's what the actors were planning.

The moment you were alone, the two actors surrounded you, revving the chainsaw and swinging that axe.

You like plopped down on the floor.

That was your defense mechanism.

That's how you knew you'd die in a real situation like this.

But also since you were on the ground the view was scarier bc all you saw was chainsaw.

So you closed your eyes.

And then you heard screaming…..

The screaming got closer, and then you felt yourself get lifted up, and you were moving.

The screaming continued though.

You opened your eyes to see that hyungwon had lifted you up and started running away, while screaming in terror.

And he just kept running.

Eventually he stopped screaming though.

When he got back to the entrance, he put you down on your feet.

“Did you just bridal carry me out of a forest while screaming bloody murder?”

“Yeah I think I did. You're not scared now at least.”

“No, I'm not.”

Did he really do all that so you wouldn't be scared????

Yeah he did. Wow.

“Hey Hyungwon.”

Changkyun was laughing, very much enjoying what had just happened.

“You didn't do your mission.”

He looked at changkyun, and then at a nearby camera.

“Fuck.”

I.M/Changkyun (Written By: Admin Wonhoe)

Okay so you were currently standing in the middle of some woods

You knew it was a fenced off area, it was actually a dome, because you came in through a gate and you saw the edge of the dome with your own two eyes

But it must be a huge area

Because you were driven to the center in a golf cart

You were also,,,,,,,,,handcuffed to changkyun???

And it was night but you only had a measly head lamp

Changkyun was given a card and when he read it he seemed confident

“It says that we’re being hunted and that we have to find a bow and 6 arrows before we can escape”

“What’s hunting you?”

“Us. What’s hunting us.”

“I’m not part of this!”

“You’re handcuffed to me.”

“...Valid point.”

“Anyway all it says that we’re being hunted by a flesh hungry animal.”

Out of nowhere you hear a growl and Changkyun screams so loud but his voice is rlly deep so it sounds like another growl to you and you try to run but you’re HANDCUFFED TO CHANGKYUN

So instead you cling to him.

“Okay okay, I have an idea. We can find the edge of the dome and then we can climb up the dome and just dangle there for 24 hours and they’ll get the hint eventually..”

You facepalm with your free hand

“We are NOT climbing or hanging from anywhere. We have to find the bow and arrows.”

“But the flesh hungry animal is gonna get us!!!!”

“But nothing Changkyun, we are going to finish this mission and get out of here”

By now you’ve noticed that you’re clinging onto him so you let go and put some distance between the two of you

“This is MY mission.”

“Yeah well like you said we’re (all) in this together.”

Reluctantly Changkyun follows as you begin walking around from tree to tree and bush to bush to find the things you needed to collect

“WAIT. There’s a key for the handcuffs and I know where it is!”

“Where is it?”

“It….should be,,,,,,,,,,,,hanging from a tree.”

“THERE ARE SO MANY TREES Y/N.”

“We could go with the alternative option”

“What is that.”

“I can chop your hand off.”

“Y/N!”

The two of you are startled by a growling noise once again which you catch on is a sign to get the show on the road.

“I could let you in on a little secret.”

“What is that?”

“These aren’t real.” You hear the staff groan as you pull your hand out of the handcuff and begin running away.

Changkyun is quick though so he doesn’t lose sight of you

But what you didn’t expect to happen while you were running

Was for your headlamp to shut off.

WHILE YOU WERE RUNNING

You stop immediately and Changkyun crashes right into you causing his headlamp to fall off and break

It is now completely dark

“Good going changkyun! WAIT SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED ME”

Changkyun is now wildly punching and kicking around himself

“I hit something!”

You

He hit you

“THAT WAS ME.”

Another roar has the two of you magically running into each other's arms despite not being able to see each other.

“THAT WAS NOT ME.”

“Let’s go!”

Changkyun grabs your hand and begins running in any random direction. Was this mission even possible this area was so big

You’re literally walking around for at least twenty minutes with no luck.

There are a few scares

One time Changkyun ends up jumping in your arms and the two of you fall to the ground because you weren’t expecting it

Another time the two of you are trying so desperately to escape whatever it is chasing you that you literally sabotage and sacrifice each other

Changkyun trips you

You tell him to look somewhere while you run away

He manages to climb a tree but is too scared to jump down so you tell him you’ll catch him but he just ends up falling on top of you

“SOMETHING JUST BIT ME”

“Sorry that was me...Shownu lets me do it when I’m nervous.”

You guys were a mess

But anyway you were also having no luck

Like 40 minutes into filming the staff all laughs at something and you and changkyun are confused while trying to get twigs and leaves out of his hair after he fell while trying to lean against a tree

“What’s going on?”

“We forgot to set up the most important part of the mission. Someone found the bow and arrows back in one of the prop cars…”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME.”

You and Changkyun are like so done with this whole thing

They let you out and you’re both pouty and mad about it

Like a week later you’re watching the edited versions of all of the haunted houses and stuff like that and Changkyun’s comes up and its basically just a whole 10 minutes of you and him getting into a whole lot of shenanigans (+screaming)

You know those little sound effects and filters and effects they do on stuff like that well there are plenty of those

And you and Changkyun laugh at each other while watching it and you’re sitting rlly close to one another

And at scary parts you kinda grab his hand or scoot closer and its super cute

And Changkyun just lets you because he needs to protect you and make sure you’re safe

And yeah

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Suomalainen

Anon requests: Hii! :3 i reeally love your writing and i'd like to request a jughead x reader where the reader is european(finnish please☺️) but they speak english almost perfectly (without much of an accent) amd then maybe they hurt themselves or something and curse in their language(finnish☺️) and jughead's like what did you say? And then the reader explains. Sorry if it's too long or hard to understand and thank you! I hope you have a nice day!☺️

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead isn’t the most observant of boyfriends

Warnings: none

Word count: 557

A/N: wowowow look who’s back from the dead! Anywho this was the first imagine written by my lovely assistant writer @itsfangirlmendes , enjoy!

(Y/N) had lived in Riverdale for two years now after moving from Finland, and she loved it. Sure, the town was unhinged at the moment, but she loved the town. She loved her friends, and most of all, she loved her boyfriend, Jughead. She met Jughead soon after moving, and he never really questioned where she was from or why she moved. Plus, her accent had never been very obvious.

They had been dating for almost a year now, and frankly, (Y/N) was surprised that Jughead still had no idea she was Finnish. Jughead just never seemed to care about trivial things like that. He loved her, but formalities weren’t really his thing. It didn’t really bother her, though. She loved Jughead and knew that he really cared about her. His love was not decided by if he knew everything about her.

(Y/N) and Jughead didn’t get to see each other as often as they used to with everything going on with the Black Hood and his dad, so when they did get to see each other, it was special to them. They had decided that they just wanted a night in, so they were going to watch a movie and eat Pop’s at Jughead’s trailer. After getting Pop’s, (Y/N) headed to Jughead’s and knocked on the door.

“(Y/N)!” Jughead answered, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Jug!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she entered the trailer.

Jughead grabbed the food from her arms and placed it on the counter before pulling her into a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you,” he sighed, his voice muffled in her hair. He pulled away slightly and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

“I’ve missed you too, Juggie,” (Y/N) cooed with a grin.

He pulled her into another hug before grabbing the food and leading her towards to the couch. Jughead put on a movie, and they started to dig into their food.

“Hey, Jug, I want a drink of water. Where do you keep your cups?”

“They’re just over the sink,” Jughead responded, not tearing his gaze away from the screen.

(Y/N) stood up and kissed the top of his beanie-less head before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. (Y/N) got distracted by the movie as she walked and didn’t notice her shoes in the middle of her path. She tripped, causing her to spill the water all over herself.

“Kirottu!” (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she tried to compose herself.

Jughead had rushed over when she fell and couldn’t help but notice what she had just said.

“What did you just say? Because it really didn’t sound like English,” Jughead questioned as he helped her dry off.

“I said kirottu. It’s Finnish for damn.”

Jughead looked at her in surprise.

“You know Finnish?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied, putting her cup by the sink. “I lived in Finland for most of my life.”

“How did I not know that?”

“I don’t know Jug. You just never asked.”

Jughead shrugged. “Weird. Hey. (Y/N).”

“Yes?”

“How do you say I love you?”

(Y/N) turned around and looked at Jughead, smiling at the cute grin on his face. She walked towards him and pulled him into an embrace before answering his question.

“Minä rakastan sinua.”

Jughead kissed her softly before resting his forehead on hers.

“Well then, minä rakastan sinua.”

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1800-seungshine · 7 years

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in locked with you.

member: park woojin genre(s): high school!au, fluff, crush!woojin summary: with it being halloween, you suddenly regret being the last person to remain at school and what more luck is that you’re locked in the classroom. fear not, you’re not alone; your crush is there too. (requested - bullet point format) word count: 1.7k

note: wow am i whipped for woojin or is it all of you? i think it’s both lmao but this is another requested scenario by an anon! this is to commemorate an event that i don't actually partake in but i might as well lowkey celebrate it by writing about it..??? heheheh. it's actually halloween now here in australia so imma write this as quick as possible lmao - to those trick or treating, have fun and stay safe!!

p.s thank you to the anon that requested this! it means a lot < 33

halloween - the greatest time of the year for pranksters and outright mischievous

your school loveessss halloween

even to the extent where the principal allows the student committee to put decorations on and let the students come as anything they want

ofc you didn’t wanna miss out on the fun

so you dressed up as that one thicc sausage bun which will be forever missed (halloweiner anyone?? ok that was lame)

rip snapchat hotdog :’((((

the entire day was fun and filled with so much laughter that you were sure your day was gonna be 100% l i t

you had dance club meetings that you had to attend but it was mainly dance captain!ong talking about preparations for upcoming events so it was all chill

and eventually by the time you were fully aware, it became evening

so you went to the toilets to change into casual clothes

bc would you really wear a hotdog suit during the evening, or in general public (i mean i would cough)

usually you would have your best friend with you whenever club meetings ended late

but she was absent and all your fellow club mates have gone to dog you so you were basically the only person in the school

you thought of all the horror movies you watched alone and the possibility of them coming true to life

wrong move, you freaked yourself out

what’s even better is that you left the rest of your things in the classroom where the meeting was held

so you walked to that classroom as quickly as possible, already planning to grab your things and jet straight away

bc not today demons. not today. (totes not a bts reference)

but when you entered the classroom, there’s this guy crouching down looking for something

"oH MY GOD! WHAT THE-”

so you let out a yelp and he jumps in shock

the said guy then looks up

and you instantly shut your gaping mouth

cos it’s park woojin

your crush and fellow dance club member

but step aside feelings, he scared the heck outta you and he needs to hear a piece of your mind

“s-sorry! did i scare you??”

you see that worried and overall shook look on his face

aannnnnddd nevermind he’s forgiven

bc it’s okay if he nearly gave you a heart attack, the world is a better place and your entire existence is blessed by park woojin

“no no!” you wave your hand furiously, “it’s okay - i just wasn’t expecting someone in here since i was the last person left. what are you doing here by the way?”

“ah...well, seongwoo hyung told me that he forgot something here and ordered me to get it. so here i am but i can’t seem to find it though.”

with woojin’s presence in the same vicinity as you, you suddenly forget your plan of bolting, “do you need help..?”

“no, it’s getting late and you should go home - i think i can handle; it was just these documents that he placed somewhere.”

you shake your head in return bc you’re a nice human being, “i’ll help you besides it’ll be faster if we look for it together.”

hence the beginning of your search party

and whilst you were both too focus looking here and there

the “wind” slams the door shut

(in actuality someone specifically a guy named ong seongwoo closed the door shut and locked it from the outside)

you run to the door and fumble with the door handle, trying to push it open

“ohmygod ohmygod you can’t be serious- why isn’t the door opening-” you start to panic and woojin instantly comes over gently pushing you aside

he also begins with the same motions as you

and after numerous pushes and kicks, woojin lets out a sigh

“we’re locked in...”

now you start to panic even more and you’re just there trying to calm yourself by taking deep breathes

“i mean, it could be worse right...?” you laugh nervously at him

but jokes on you

bc the moment you said that, all the lights immediately shut

(totally not the work of ong seongwoo)

“n OPE.” you finally say before trying to find your way to the door by touching the handle.

so now you’re just endlessly banging on the door, screaming and yelling; “HELP!! ANYONE??? IS ANYONE THERE?? HELP!!”

the fact that it was dark and you couldn’t see crap made things worse

bc you were petrified and it feels like you’re all alone by yourself - woojin doesn’t seem to be answering and you can’t even figure out where the heck he is

(he has no clue how to deal with you when he’s freaking out himself)

“woojin woojin woojin, we’re gonna die and the ghosts are going to take our souls and and we’ll end up in another universe or something and we’ll be trapped forever.”

there’s no reply

“woojin? oh my god, am i all alone now? park woojin you dog, i swear on my own failing grades-”

then out of nowhere you can faintly see the entire room again and you relax as you see woojin appear in your vision, holding his phone as he keeps the flashlight on

“did you just call me a dog...?”

he’s looking at your face, amused at how you were shedding a few tears and sniffling

you were pretty cute in his eyes

“i didn’t mean to, i panicked and i really don’t know what to do and and i should have gone home like what you said earlier but nooo! my stupid humanitarian ass and my feelings got in the way so i ended up helping you.

i knew i shouldn’t have binged watched all those horror movies last night and oh my god, i don’t even know if i’m breathing; should i breathe? can i breathe?”

you turn your back to him as you try to calm yourself down and there’s complete silence apart from your shaky breaths

and it starts to get him worried bc you look like you’re close to breaking down

so woojin pushes aside all the awkwardness and hesitance that he’s feeling, grabbing your shoulders so you face him

you’re just there sniffling quietly, looking down bc good lord you’re ugly crying rn - this boi shouldn’t be seeing you like this

but he places his hand under your chin and lifts your head lightly

“y/n, look at me.”

you instantly look down and shake your head. “no, shut up i’m crying and it’s ugly; don’t do this to me.”

look at you finding a reason to not give away that you’re a lot more terrified than you look

“please...?”

his plead softens you in less than a second and you slowly oblige to his request, your eyes meeting his.

“you’ll be okay, we’ll be okay, alright? i’m right here, you can trust me.” woojin softly says to you, “take deep breaths and just look at me, forget about everything else.”

surprisingly, you were starting to calm down and seeing that it was working, he flashes you a grin

“see? nothing will go wrong from now and even so, you have me.”

TIME SKIP OF ABOUT THREE HOURS SINCE GETTING LOCKED IN

now you’re just both sitting on the ground, talking comfortably

which is a first time bc you and woojin haven’t really properly talked before this situation

in that short amount of time though, you immediately clicked with him and it’s going great

you’ve gotten a lot more calmer than at the beginning

but only because you’ve been holding his hand

which he initiated, thinking that it could help you

even if it isn’t really a scientifically proven idea

it’s effective though (somewhat)

bc while it calms you down, your heart is also pounding loudly

and you’re just praying really hard that he can’t hear it bc you sure damn well can

it’s now officially midnight

you’re both beginning to yawn

next thing you know, you lean on the wall and you’re knocked out cold

he doesn’t really realise that you’ve fallen asleep until you stop replying to him causing him to turn his head

woojin chuckles gently, “your crying must have tired you out...” he says to your sleeping figure, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face, “i didn’t know you could be unknowingly cute...it’s charming.”

he scoots closer to you, intimate enough that your shoulders were touching

and gently, he places your head on his shoulder so you can sleep a lot more comfortably

asdfghjkl im screeching bye

soon, woojin also drifts off to sleep with your hands still in his and your fingers intertwined.

THE NEXT MORNING

your eyes lift up as the sunlight shines through

wow this certainly ain’t your bed

oh wait-

you instantly become reminded that you were locked in all night

so it wasn’t a dream

and so you whip your head to the left and you see a peaceful woojin sleeping right beside you

surprisingly you’re both still (loosely) holding hands

and the thought that it stayed that way all night makes you blush

woojin flinches a little and eventually is awakened, turning his head to face you

“good morning...” he sleepily says to you, his eyes still closed

“woojin, we slept overnight here.”

“i know...but give me five more minutes.” woojin replies, leaning his head on your shoulder

wowowow who knew an overnight stay in a school would make you two closer than ever

yet as soon as his head lays on your shoulder

the door slams wide open

and enters dance club president, ong seongwoo

“wAKE UP HOES THIS AIN’T A HOTEL.”

he stands in front of you two with a cheeky grin, “but i’m glad you’ve both gotten along really well.”

woojin simply groans, “shut up seongwoo hyung - you trick me by saying you left some dumb document and then lock us in here for your fun and games.”

wait.

“YOU WHAT?” you scream, causing the two boys to jump

seongwoo laughs nervously, “now now, don’t get mad - i was just doing it for the lols and besides, you guys are best friends now, right?”

“oh my god- i had mental breakdowns and i ugly cried in front of my crush just for your lols?! oNG SEONGWOO I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.”

“NOT UNLESS YOU CATCH ME FIRST.”

let’s just say that seongwoo ran faster than he’s ever been

and once he bolted out that door, you instantly followed to hunt his ass down

meanwhile woojin remains in the classroom until he repeats your words and instantly recalls what you also said that last night

“did she just say she likes me??”

#park woojin #woojin #woojin scenarios #woojin imagines #wanna one #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #pd101 #produce 101 #pd101 season 2 #i had to rush this bc i was getting late for halloween #gonna post my wips soon lmao #i hope y'all enjoy this #happy trick or treat i guess lol #totally not whipped for woojin #im being unloyal #much wheezing #v kennot

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aggressivetapdancing · 7 years

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Race having a crush on you HC’s

requested by: Anon

Hope you enjoy!

•••

- Alrighty let’s get this started

- So you’d be a newsie obvi

- And on your first day on the job, Jack makes Race your selling partner

- All the boys would be like: “Ooooo he’s gonna get it.” And they’d all tease him and tell him to woo you and shit

- And Race would just approach you and all the guys would think he’d make some flirty comment

- Bc Race is kinda known for being a HUGE FLIRT at times

- But he doesn’t flirt with you to your surprise

- he’s just super flustered

- SMITTEN ASF

- And you’d be equally as flustered bc

- DAMN

- You’d think to yourself: he has such pretty eyes and his hair looks so soft and- AH Y/N NO ITS YOUR FIRST DAY HERE JUST SELL PAPES

- Anywaaays - You and Race would go and sell papes - And you’d kinda be bad at it lol - So Race would be all like: “Oh, here I’ll help you out.” - And he’d just be rlly helpful and shit - And you’re totally oblivious and you’d just think He’s tryna be nice - And after a week of selling, he’s officially your permanent selling partner - You both loved that since you both had developed a teensy crush on each other - Neither of you knew tho - CUZ YOURE BOTH OBLIVIOUS ASF - The guys would all tease him bc they all just kinda knew - Race would try to hide his feelings from you but - THE GUYS KNEW IT WAS SO OBVIOUS - For example: - Romeo would be all like: “Hey Race, what do you think of Y/N?” - Races face would go extremely red - “I-uh- I think she’s great! - “Just Great?” - “Uh- Yup. Very great. The greatest.” - “You- You don’t like her or anything right?” - Races face would go even redder - “No! Course not! We’s just friends! Why would you think that!” - The rest of the guys would be eavesdropping on the conversation - Romeo would just nod - “Alright, well if you’re not gonna ask her/him out, then I will.” - Race would then bounce up from where he was sitting and start yelling at poor Romeo - “NO! DONT! DONT ASK HER OUT!” - “W-what why?!” - “B-because- uh- I- um. She- she ain’t interested in you.” - “And how do you know that?” - “She-uh-told me- Yeah. She told me.”

- Romeo would just roll his eyes - “Alright then.” - MEANWHILE - It was a Saturday and you got a day off from selling papers - You were at a café with your new friend Katherine, who Jack recently introduced you to - And you were talking to each other about a bunch of random things until Race was suddenly the topic - “I’ve seen you with Race before. Don’t you sell papers with him?” - “Oh- yeah. He’s my selling partner.” - “Are you two a thing?????” - “What! No!” - Katherine just smirks - And then somehow she manages to get you to spill all your feelings for Race - She convinces you to wear one of her dresses the next day and you reluctantly say yes - TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT DAY - The morning bell just rung and all the guys were getting their papes from Weasel - And then you show up - And WOWOWOW - EVERYONES JAW DROPS - especially Race’s - All the guys would just look at you and then look at race and they’d all smirk - From that moment race knew he was whipped like damnnn - SELLING PAPES WAS SO HARD FOR HIM SINCE HE’D JUST BE STARING AT YOU THE WHOLE TIME

- For example: - “Race? You’ve sold like 2 of your papers... is everything okay?” - “Oh- um- yeah. Uh huh.” - “Oh- okay.” - You knew he was staring but you didn’t know he was staring at you - So you thought it was some other girl on the street - Later that day, you go over to Katherine’s place and then tell her how the dress didn’t get Race’s attention - So Katherine gives you a different idea: - Make him jealous - SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN FOLKS - The next day you decided to do exactly what Kath told you to do - It’s just an ordinary day and you’re selling papes - And this man, around your age just walks past and Race calls out a headline - The man comes towards you guys and Race tries to sell him the paper - But the man is kinda stubborn Sooo - You start to like play with the man’s tie and shit and be all flirty and seductive - And out of the corner of your eye you can see race’s jaw clench and he tightens his first - The man eventually buys the paper to your success - And you continue to flirt with other guys the whole day - Race is super super jealous but then he’s low key kinda sad bc - You were literally everything to him - And now he feels like he’s not good enough - And that made him angry and sad and confused - So at the end of the day, while you two were walking back he stops in his tracks and you do the same

- “Y/N?” - “Everything alright Race?” - And then he’d just shake his head no and start straight off rambling about how much you meant to him and how he really really really liked you and you’re heart just kinda exploded at this point bc - HE LIKES YOU - and he’s halfway into his rambling rant and you just kiss him - Which stops him immediately - “W-what? Why- I- but-“ - He’s all breathless and his face is pink and he’s giving you this cute small shy kinda smile - And you’d just laugh - “I like you. Just you. No one else.” - “I kinda figured that out already.” - You’d just roll your eyes and smile to yourself and he’d wrap his arms around your waist - Your arms are around his neck and you’re just in this comfortable silence - “Y/N?” - “Mmhm?” - “Kiss me agin, will ya?” - You just give him this giddy grin and kiss him again, this time, no rambling - You felt him smile into the kiss and your life is just damn complete at that moment

BONUS

- When you both walk back to the Lodging house hand in hand all the boys run up to you and start asking a bunch of questions - “Who kissed who first!” - “Did Y/N or Race confess first?!” - “Are you two a thing now?!” - And you both would just laugh and quickly answer the questions - Let’s just say, some newsies got some extra money tonight - You and Race just laugh and he kisses you on the cheek - “SHES MINE BOYS!” He’d announce and pump his fists in the air - She’s finally mine.

•••

MY MY ANOTHER LONG HC LIST

I’m gonna start writing imagines soon :))))

Anyways hope you liked this!!

- 🐸 (I realized they don’t have a green bean emoji so here’s a froggo instead)

#newsies x reader #racetrack #race #racetrack higgens #racetrack higgens x reader #race x reader #racetrack x reader #newsies

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gryffvndors · 7 years

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uncommon alliances [draco malfoy]

request: “ wowowow ive only read one of things youve written (idk if youve written more but still) and i already love your writing, since you taking requests, can you do something with the reader being rons twin sister and draco is interested™ in her and pansy is like wingwoman as fuck, but not to draco, to the reader, like theyre lowkey friends, you can take it where ever after those things tho.. thank you ❤️” - @reading-vs-reality

word count: ~1800

a/n: awww, thanks!! sorry this was sitting in my inbox for so long! i got a lil carried away with the “reader is ron’s twin” part and wrote tons (like 5000 words worth) of domestic relationship building between reader, ron, hermione, harry and ginny / the background between pansy and reader’s friendship. it might be posted later if i feel like it, but for now, this is what you got! thanks for reading and sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!

summary: sitting around a table in hogsmeade is the best place to find out secrets. also, reverse psychology ALWAYS works on a slytherin.

part zero

“So, Weasley,” Pansy smirks, leaning forward to tap your knee. “Who do you fancy?”

You look up from your mug of butterbeer, eyes narrowed. You’re sitting with a group of Slytherin girls - Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass. The four of you are circled around a table in the Three Broomsticks, hands wrapped around mugs of butterbeer. You yearn for these Hogsmeade moments - you can be someone else, someone other than the stereotypical “Gryffindor Weasley” you’re expected to be.

You don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea; you love your group. Harry is your best friend, Hermione is a goddess, and your brother - well, he’s your twin brother. Sometimes, though, you feel suffocated by the pressure. Harry Potter’s inner group, a Weasley, looked down upon for the hand-me-down robes and red hair and a Gryffindor in Harry’s year, friendly with the Chosen One himself. Hogsmeade allows you to hook up with your other friends, the ones your main friend group would have a fit over if they found you fraternizing with. Especially Pansy Parkinson - she hasn’t exactly been nice to them. She’s actually quite an interesting friend. Hanging out with her and the others proves to be a vast learning experience. For one, Pansy, while rude, is quite funny when prompted. Daphne Greengrass is sweet and Millicent is so daft, it’s laughable.

“Who do I fancy?” You repeat over a sip of your butterbeer. “I don’t fancy anybody.”

Daphne smiles, nudging your side. “You have to have your eye on somebody. Come on, not even a guilty pleasure?”

“Like who? Daph, who’s your guilty pleasure?” You lean forward on your elbows, smirking into her green eyes. Daphne turns a deep red and hides her face behind perfectly manicured nails.

“I… okay, if I tell you, you cannot tell him! Any of you - you can’t say a word! I haven’t told anybody but Astoria,” she presses her lips together in a thin line, looking between the rest of you. “And you have to tell me yours!”

You roll your eyes. Honestly, you hate boy talk. Sitting around with other girls and discussing the physical appearance of the male species has never been up your alley. You’d rather be out doing something. You don’t know if it’s the Gryffindor in you, or maybe the Weasley - possibly both - but you hate sitting around talking. That’s one reason why you love hanging around with Harry, Ron and Hermione: there’s never a dull moment.

Slytherins, though, never seem to tire of sitting around and talking. Mainly shit, but they do get around to other topics. You’d expected the cattiness from them.

“Okay, Daphne, sure,” you sigh, sitting back and crossing your arms across your chest. The blonde seems awfully nervous; you assume it’s somebody in Gryffindor. If he was anything other than Gryffindor, the girl wouldn’t be as reluctant to spill the secret.

You’re right - Daphne stutters out a, “Ha-Harry Potter,” and waits for the incoming onslaught. All you do is snort, rolling your eyes.

“Harry is attractive,” you muse, pursing your lips. Everyone looks at you, eyes wide. “What? He is. You lot may hate him, but you have to agree he’s attractive.”

“...Fine,” Pansy mutters. “He’s a little attractive. But I would never do anything with him.”

You shrug. “Me neither. He’s like my brother.”

Millicent pipes up, “Your brother is cute, too.”

Now you shiver in disgust. Turning to the Slytherin, you sigh, shaking your head. “Millie, Millie, Millie… never say that in my presence ever again. It’s bad enough hearing that from Lavender Brown with Hermione sulking in the background. The sexual tension between them is insane, but you didn’t hear it from me,” you pause. “Oh, right, right. Well, Draco Malfoy is very pleasing to look at.”

“Draco?” The Slytherins shout. Pansy laughs, running a hand through her hair. “Funny you should mention that.”

“Why?”

The door behind you swings open. Entering the establishment is a trio of boys; all three tall and skinny, one pale, one tan, and one dark.

“Hello, Draco, Theo, and Blaise,” Pansy makes eye contact with you before smirking and twisting in her seat to face the boys. “Cold?”

“A bit,” answers Malfoy, surveying the table. When his eyes fall on you, the corners of his mouth turn down. “What’s she doing, hanging out with you?”

You stare into the silver irises that glare down at you, bringing your cup up to take another sip. Before you can reply with something snarky, Daphne is scoffing. “Don’t be so rude, Draco. She’s our friend.”

“Yeah,” Millie chimes in.

Pansy looks between the two of you and clears her throat. “Draco,” she says sweetly, resting her head in her hand, “are you busy right now?”

Malfoy, not breaking eye contact, grunts, “Does is look like I’m busy?”

“I wouldn’t know, you’re just standing there having eye sex with Weasley.”

You choke on your butterbeer, mid-sip. As you’re coughing, Millie leans over and whispers into your ear, “There’s something I never thought I’d hear.” You only choke even harder.

Malfoy’s gaze snaps to Pansy. He turns bright red, mumbling, “Don’t be daft. I… was not having eye sex with Weasley.”

“Good. So you can walk her back to Hogwarts?”

“What?” The two of you chorus.

Pansy nods. “She’s feeling a bit ill. Doesn’t want to walk alone. The girls and I have shopping to do. Will you walk her back?”

“What? No! She’s a Weasley!”

“She’s my friend, Draco. And you owe me. Walk her back to the castle.”

Malfoy groans, but steps back to mutter something to Nott and Zabini; they slap his shoulder, grinning. “I’ll be outside,” he mumbles, pushing the door open and leaving. You get up and follow. Pansy pulls you back, your ear close to her mouth.

“He thinks you’re very good-looking as well. Have fun!” Smirking, she shoves you away, wiggling her fingers. You glare as you bid good-bye to the rest of your friends.

Outside, Malfoy leans against the brick wall, arms folded. At your exit, he pushes off and waits for you to catch up before continuing onward. You shove your hands in your pockets (you were an idiot and forgot to wear mittens and your scarf, for Merlin’s sake) and jog to keep pace.

“So is this a ruse to bother me, or do you genuinely feel ill?” Asks Draco. You glance up at him, a smile finding its way onto your lips. Your stomach does a little jump when you catch him glancing down for a split second, so fast you think you might’ve imagined it.

“Oh, it’s definitely a ruse,” you reply, nodding. “Pansy went along with it. She thought, ‘I’m going to irritate Malfoy today,’ and bam, here we are.”

He scowls, looking away. “Why were you, of all people, with them?”

“Sometimes it’s nice to get away from Harry’s drama.”

“Who would’ve thought Potter attracts goddamn drama,” Draco snaps.

You shrug, “They’re a fun lot to be with sometimes, when they’re not fawning over boys. That gets a bit annoying,” you side-glance him, and blurt out before you can change your mind, “That’s why we’re in this situation, anyway. Bloody boy talk.”

Draco stops moving. You turn, raising your brows. He retorts, “This situation? What do you mean, Weasley?”

You roll your eyes and huff out, “Daphne admitted her crush for Harry Potter in return for my ‘secret crush,’” you make air quotes, “so I told the table I think you’re attractive. Pansy is obviously playing wing-man. Pulled me aside and told me how you also find me pretty,” smirking, you roll back and forth on your feet, listening to the crunching snow, “is that true?”

Draco’s cheeks turn pink again. It’s a good look for him; gives him a bit of color, evens out the pale skin. “Why would I find a blood traitor like you pretty?”

“Wo-hoa!” You hold up your hands in surrender, taking a step back. “No need to get so malicious! I happen to find a bigot like you attractive. Even though you’re rude and like to insult me and my family,” you frown. “If you don’t want to walk me all the way to the castle, then don’t. Leave. Go back to the Three Broomsticks. I am heading back to the castle, for I have an essay due tomorrow for Ancient Runes that I haven’t finished.”

You turn around and start stomping away. You walk alone for a good few minutes, refusing to look back. Finally, you hear crunching behind you. Malfoy catches up and falls into step with you, pouting. “There’s no need to bring out your Weasley anger.”

“There’s a hell of a lot more anger where that came from, Malfoy.”

He huffs. “Fine. I find you… pretty. But nothing between us would ever work out.”

“True,” you agree. “I’m a Weasley, and you’re a Malfoy. Our parents hate each other.”

“You’re a Gryffindor, and I’m a Slytherin.”

“Your father nearly killed my little sister a few years ago.”

“Your best friend is my worst nemesis and I call your brother ‘Weasel’ on a daily basis.”

“Our children would either be dreadfully pale with bright orange hair, or be freckled and tan with white-blonde hair.”

Draco snorts. “That is a fashion statement.”

You nod, giggling. “You’re probably not even a good kisser, anyway. I broke up with Seamus Finnigan because he isn’t a good kisser. I need good snogging in my life.”

Draco stops again. “I am a good kisser!”

You shrug. “I dunno, doesn’t look like you’d be one.”

“...Is this reverse psychology? Because if it is, it’s definitely working.”

You grin, turning around. He’s a lot closer than you imagined; your chests are nearly touching. “It’s working? Blimey, I don’t think it is. I’m still ta-”

Draco grabs your chin and tilts your head so he has a better angle. He leans down and kisses you, cold lips moving against your own. You grab his jacket and tug. His body collides with yours, but it only makes for better leeway to continue snogging.

You pull away a minute later, cheeks flush. “Okay, okay-” you laugh, “I think you’ve proven me wrong. You’re a good kisser.”

He says, smug, “I know.”

You grab his sleeve and pull on it as you continue walking to make him follow you. “Don’t get too over your head, Malfoy. You’re still a git who thinks you’re better than everyone else.”

“I am better than everyone else, Weasley. At least I actually am better than everyone else, unlike you, who thinks you’re better than everyone else and actually isn’t.”

“We’re a great pair,” you sigh wistfully.

Draco grunts in what you reckon is agreement. You keep on for the castle, his gloved hand in your own bare one. Your other hand is kept in your pocket for warmth. A few minutes into the silence, Draco notices your shivering and takes off his scarf. He drops it around your shoulders until it’s covering your mouth. When you pipe up to thank him, he only mutters, “Don’t.”

You make a mental note to thank Pansy later.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy one shot #harry potter fanfic #draco malfoy imagine #my writing #uncommon alliances #liquidmusing #writing #i'll prolly post the domestic stuff a lil later bc honestly i love it #so much SNARK #anyway enjoy this mess!!!!!#luff yall #edited #mine

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Todoroki AU: A Hero’s Warmth

Todoroki’s meeting with his mom hasn’t been talked about that much in the series, so I thought I’d make my own interpretertion of what I think happend. I hope you enjoy.

Todoroki took a deep breath and laid the handle between his fingers, and pulled the door to the side. There she was, looking out through her window, sitting on her bedside, with the wind gently carrying her hair. He walked inside and shut the door after him. “Hi mom.” she turned her head around, looking at Todoroki with her calm white eyes. “Shoto..”

A Hero’s Warmth A Todoroki AU written by FireFairyFates

“I’d like to request taking her outside.” “O-oh.. But sir Todoroki, she isn’t” “I don’t care. I need to take her somewhere.”

“Here mom, we’re going outside today.” Todoroki said with an empty smile as he pushed her wheelchair forward through the corridor. She was wearing a white coat over the hospital scrubs, and Todoroki had moved her hair back so she’d be able to see better. Two of the hospital personnel pushed the door open as they passed through. One of them bent over towards Todoroki and said: “Try to keep her away from anything like fire. She’s very sensitive around that.” “Yes.” he nodded and looked back at his mom. *I said I’d get you out of here, and this is my first step to do so.*

Outside the sun was in beaming heat, birds were chirping and the sounds of playing children, splashing water and barking dogs filled the park. In the whirl of happy family picnics, and reuniting friends we find Todoroki calmly walking through on gravel path with his mom in a wheelchair gently looking around her with an expressionless face. “We used to go here all the time when I was a kid, remember?” Todoroki said as he looked around. “Me and Fuyumi used to throw a ball just over the lake there.” he nodded towards it, where a gang of kids now where running through with a kyte. “Then we’d run over to the blanket you’d laid out for us, and we’d eat ice cream together.” he smiled. “I saw that in some of the fotoalbums you made.” there was no reaction from her, but he hadn’t been anticipating one either.

Todoroki eyes was caught on something. “Do you want ice cream? We could take one if you’d want.” he said and looked down on her. There wasn’t a response. “I think you’d like it.” he turned the wheelchair and walked across towards the bar where the menu was taped to the outside of the kiosk. “That one, that’s the one you used to have.” Todoroki pointed over the chair, and she looked up at it. “We’ll take two of those.” he said to the man behind the counter gave them a nod. “Thanks for purchasing.” Todoroki grabbed them over the counter and looked back at his mom at the side of the building, looking at some kids running past them. “Here.” he reached it over to her, and she gently moved her hand off the armrest and grabbed it. “Let’s get going. There’s a place I want to show you.” he pushed her wheelchair forward again. “Shoto..” she said quietly. “It’s fine mom. I promise.”

Todoroki stopped in front of a now decimated playground at the end of the park. With a rusty wore down slide, and a pair of swings where one chain had broken down under the years. The entire place was overgrown, and even grass had started to grow throughout the sand. “Remember this place mom?” she was looking at it, and Todoroki wasn’t sure if she was getting anything from it. “All of us were here that day. You, me, sis, and both of my brothers. I remember that we ran down the slide together back then.” Todoroki eyes was stuck to the slide. “And I remember you froze the slide, so we’d go faster.”

A scene where the surroundings was ice, and there was light at the end of the tunnel flashed for her eyes.

“That’s really all I remember from that day. But It’s some memories I’d never want to forget.” he had a sad smirk on his face. “Shoto..” she whispered again. “You loved the swings, right?” her voice was so meager, but he recognized it so well. “It was my favorite part. Though I wasn’t very good at it.” he smiled making her laugh for a short while. “D-do you remember when you fell, and cried for so long I had stay in your room the entire evening?” she had a calm expression with a smile as she asked. “I guess I was a real crybaby.” she laughed again. “Do you remember when-” she stopped, as a scream flew by in her head. “I-I’m so sorry!” she yelled out and laid her hands over her face. “I didn’t want too! I didn’t want to hurt you!” she yelled. Todoroki took a deep breath and laid a hand on her shoulder from behind. “It’s fine mom. I bear no ill will against you, remember? I forgave you a long time ago.” she was crying with her face buried in her hands. “You didn’t want to harm me I know.” “I’m sorry.. I’m so, so sorry..” “Maybe we should head back, before someone gets worried where we went.” said Todoroki and pushed up the wheelchair again. “We’ll go out again some other day. I think this was enough.” he looked down at her and moved back his hand from her shoulder. Meanwhile in her hand, the untouched ice cream had started to melt.

~~~

His scream was cold, as it howled through the entire house, he threw his hands up against his face and screamed as he fell to the floor in deep agony. “N-no.. No no no no no..” the kettle crashed into the ground and she walked back, with her hands up against her face. Her eyes were widened and screamed in fear. “SHOTO!” she yelled and threw herself forward trying to reach her hands towards him, but he was beyond response, rolling towards the ground, as tears poured down his face, holding his hands over his left eye. “No no no no..” she stood on her knees unknowing of what to do as tears started to run down her cheeks. “What have I done..? What have I done!” she cried in true desperation. “The hell’s going on here!!” “E-Enji? I.. I..” she began. “What did you do, you damned woman!” he threw her out of his way into the cabinets to the right, where she yelled out in pain and took herself for her shoulder. “What have you done to my masterpiece!?” he yelled and looked on as Shoto cried in pain. “H-help him! Please! You can’t just-” she began. “You’ll pay for this you wench!” he struck her straight across her face, throwing her down into the ground, where she gasped for air, and coughed. “P-please don’t..” she began. “I’m going to hit you into you tell me what you did to my masterpiece!” he raised his hand against her. “N-no! Stop!” Todoroki’s voice cramped up beneath his tears as he looked up. “Don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt mama!”

~~~

“I’ve gotta get going now mom.” Todoroki stood up from the chair in the calm room, where the breeze gently lifted their hair. “There’s some homework due for tomorrow and-” her cold hand wrapped around his left cheek. “You’re so warm.” Todoroki was surprised, and in a sense captured by those words, he wasn’t able to take her eyes off her even though she wasn’t looking back at him at all, her stare was blank and emotionless. “You’re not like your father, right, Shoto?” her voice was so low, almost at the brink of unhearable. “No..” he had to swallow down his tears. She smiled and her thumb moved across his scar. “You’re so kind.. And helpful.. You’ve always been.” she whispered and left Todoroki without a will to answer. He just wanted to hear her speak, and see her smile, to feel her touch gently against him. “I’m so happy I had you Shoto..” she looked up at him. “You’re so much warmer than your father ever was.” tears rolled down her eyes, as she held up a shaky smile. “Mom..” tears ran down Todoroki’s eyes. She laid her arms around him and tucked him close to her. “I want you to be happy too Shoto. You’ve always wanted to help people, so that’s what you should do.” She didn’t say anything else, and nor did Todoroki. Their tears spoke for them.

~~~

“Hey Todoroki! Is that you over there!?” Todoroki looked over to his right, seeing three familiar faces come towards him. “What you doing out here?” Kirishima asked as he stopped to gain some breath just next to him. Behind him Bakugo and Sero approached. “I was just meeting somebody.” “The hell kinda meekly answer is that!?” yelled Bakugo and had his fingers twist. “Bet it was some girl, eh?” grinned Sero. “Ah no way! Todoroki is way too cool to be meeting some chick in secret!” yelled Kirishima. “I’ll be going now.” Todoroki started to walk away. “Hey wait a second, icy hot.” Bakugo took a step forward, and Todoroki stopped. “You’re a damn pushover, you know that right? So next time we fight, you’d better bring all you’ve got to that fight, cause I’ll crush you if you don’t!” he pointed at him and then formed his hand into a hard shaped fist. “You got that, flame brain!?” Todoroki smiled in a scoff. “Wowowow! Todoroki is smiling!? Did you get hit in the head or something man?” Kirishima looked almost nervous. “You know what Bakugo...” Todoroki turned around and looked at him. With his eyes beaming in life and emotion. “Next time we fight, I’ll win.” all three of them jerked back. Todoroki then turned around and continued to walk. “Just me.. Or was something totally different about that dude just now..?” Sero watched as Todoroki went away over the street. “Yeah.. He was like so totally more-” “Hot..” hissed Bakugo. “Oh I didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff Bakugo.” grinned Sero with Kirishima giggling behind him. “Ah shut it looser! You know that’s not what I meant! Idiots!”

Todoroki walked with calm steps away from them, when he glanced back at the hospital behind him. “I love you too mom.” he said out loud. And I promise that I’ll always hold true to you. From now on I’ll use my flames and ice. But now, I can fight on knowing I got both sides from you. My warmth isn’t like my fathers. It’s yours.

That’s that. And I hope you enjoyed it! Todoroki is one of the characters who I can mostly relate with, so he’s my favorite to write about. Thank you so much for reading, it means the world.

#my hero acdemia #boku no hero academia #bnha #todoroki shouto #bnha fanfiction #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #sero hanta #todoroki enji #backstory #next up is... a story about kirishima probably #and his first villain encounter

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protectjugheadjonesiii · 7 years

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The Fourth Musketeer (Part 5)

Part one here Part two here Part three here Part four here

Requests: Part 5 of The Fourth Musketeers por favor, I'm in love with this series❤️

There's gonna be a part 5 for the four musketeers??? YEYYYY

Please please please please please please please please please please please please more Fourth Musketeers Please please please please please please please please please please please please Please please please please please please please please please please please please !!!😊😊😊😊😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hey! can you please do a part five of the four musketeers?! I'm so hooked! I need more! have a great day 💕

your writing is AMAZING!!💘oh and no rush but part 5 of Fourth Musketeer pls!! lots of love heheh😽

Hi! is part five of the four musketeers coming out soon? it's really amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A few days of an agonizing wait and the court case’s outcome.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,309

A/N: wowowow that was a long wait, sorry guys! here’s the final part, enjoy!

On a quaint Thursday night, the Andrews sat in their dining room, enjoying the pepperoni pizza they ordered. Their quiet dinner was disturbed by a soft knock on the door. Fred Andrews was the first to stand, so he opened the door to reveal a disheveled eight year old.

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, opening the door wider. She looked up at him with sad, wide eyes.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Andrews,” she apologized, “but my parents are yelling a lot again, and you said that if it ever got a bit too much-”

“That you are welcome here,” Fred finished, a comforting smile on his face. “Of course you can come in, (Y/N). Hell, stay the night if you need to.”

“Thank you, Mr. Andrews,” (Y/N) whispered her gratitude as she stepped inside. She wasn’t acting shy because she was uncomfortable around Archie’s parents; it was because she thought she was intruding.

“Archie, look who’s joining us for dinner!” Fred called out. Immediately, a loud thump echoed through the Andrews household as Archie leapt off his chair. He sprinted towards the doorway, where he knew (Y/N) was standing.

“(Y/N)!” Archie exclaimed, excitedly jumping. All of (Y/N)’s tentativeness suddenly vanished as she laid eyes on her best friend. “You’re just in time! The pizza is still warm!”

“Pepperoni?”

“Of course!” The two children feverishly ran into the kitchen. Mrs. Andrews warmly welcomed (Y/N) and assisted her in grabbing two slices of pizza. When both Archie and (Y/N) were occupied in conversation, Mary stepped out into the hallway with Fred.

“Not that I don’t love that girl,” she whispered to her husband, “but she’s here a lot. Too much, considering the circumstances.”

“I know, I know,” Fred sighed, pressing his fingers against his temple. “But we can’t do anything. You know we can’t talk to her parents, that’ll make it worse.”

“But maybe if they just got some counseling-”

“Have you met her parents?” he interrupted her. “They’re both too headstrong to ever listen to each other, even with a licensed therapist present. The only thing we can do is help (Y/N) wait out the storm. Hopefully it’ll be over soon.”

“It feels like this has been going on for my whole life,” (Y/N) explained to Kevin as she stabbed at her salad. “I mean, my parents have been fighting for as long as I can remember. Honestly, I’m surprised it took them this long to file for a divorce.” Kevin shifted in his chair.

“This is so dramatic,” he commented, slightly leaning forward in interest. “I know Jughead has already written a novel about yours and Archie’s tragic romance, but he seriously needs to write a sequel.” (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.

“Well everything’s at a standstill right now,” she shrugged. “All we can do is wait.”

“For the court case to be over?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded. “I gave my statement, so now my mom and dad battle it out in court to decide who gets custody.”

“Basically, they’re deciding where you’re gonna live and how your life is gonna pan out,” Kevin paraphrased. (Y/N) nodded glumly.

“Exactly.”

“And you can’t do anything else?” Kevin asked. (Y/N) shook her head.

“No,” she answered. “Like I said before, we just have to ride out the storm and hope for the best.”

“And what happens if your dad wins?”

“I go back to New York. I live there until I’m eighteen and then I’ll go to whatever college I get into,” she sighed.

“What about Archie?” he questioned. She pursed her lips.

“There’s nothing I can do about him.”

“But will you guys still be a thing?” Kevin inquired. “Will you keep in touch this time? Oh god please don’t let this die out again, you have no idea how much I need you two to be endgame.”

“We’ll see, Kevin,” (Y/N) giggled. “I want to keep in touch. Hell, I tried last time. If I move back to New York, it’s up to Archie to keep in touch with me.”

“So how’s it going with (Y/N)?” Jughead asked Archie one night at dinner. Archie glanced up from his plate, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“The court case,” Jughead elaborated. “Do you know what’s going on?”

“I only know what (Y/N) knows,” Archie answered. “She gave her statement a few days ago, so now her parents have to go into the courthouse in two days-”

“And that’s when (Y/N)’s fate will be decided,” Jughead dramatically finished. Archie nodded and returned to his food.

“Yup, that pretty much sums it up.”

“But even if (Y/N) does have to move back to New York, you’re still gonna keep in touch with her, right?” Jughead questioned. When Archie didn’t respond, Jughead dropped his fork as he stared disbelievingly at his friend. “You’re gonna cut her off again?”

“I’m not going to cut her off, Jug,” Archie fired back. “I know I screwed up last time, and I’m not planning on doing that again. I just… I don’t want to think about that right now. I’d rather just ignorantly believe that (Y/N) will stay in Riverdale.”

“Archie,” Jughead placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, “you can’t put yourself through denial again. It’s not good for you.”

“But it’s so much easier, Jug,” Archie sighed.

“It may be easier now,” he warned, “but the consequences are more severe, Arch. Think about when you acted like (Y/N) didn’t exist after she left. It may have been easier for you while she was gone, but when she came back, she was furious. Imagine the kind of relationship the two of you could’ve had by now if you hadn’t been in denial for so long.” Archie sighed at this, knowing that Jughead was right. “You can postpone the pain, Archie, but you can’t prevent it.”

Two nights later, (Y/N) was staying over at the Andrews’s house. Her parents were still at the courthouse. She and Archie hovered over her phone all evening, awaiting the phone call that would announce who she had to live with. The phone call that determined her fate.

At around midnight, they gave up on waiting. Archie and (Y/N) retired to Archie’s bedroom, where they curled up in the bed together. (Y/N) set her phone down on the nightstand, but she refused to take her eyes off of it.

“Go to sleep,” Archie mumbled, wrapping an arm around her waist. (Y/N) shifted so that her back was pressed against his.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “What if they call and I’m asleep?”

“You turned your ringer volume all the way up, (Y/N),” he reminded her. “If you’re asleep when they call, it’ll wake you up.” (Y/N) sighed but didn’t respond. Archie noticed her breathing began to slow down, so he figured she was falling asleep. He, too, was beginning to drift off until a shrill ringing disturbed their sleepy silence.

“The phone!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up. She, tangled in the bedsheets, rolled over towards the nightstand and quickly snatched her phone. She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear. Archie tried to listen to the other line, but he couldn’t hear it.

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, nodding. There was another break of silence as the person on the other line talked. “And that’s the outcome? It can’t be reversed?” Another pause. “Alright, thank you.” She hung up the phone and slowly set it down. Archie turned on the lamp as he stared at (Y/N).

“So?” he inquired. “What happened?”

“I’m staying,” (Y/N) muttered quietly, still in shock over the outcome.

“You’re staying?” Archie excitedly repeated. “For good?”

“Yeah,” she grinned. He tugged her into a tight hug. “I’m staying in Riverdale, Arch! I won’t leave you ever again.” He slowly pulled out of the embrace and smiled at her.

“Good,” he replied, and he crashed his lips against hers.

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