#pentagon one shot

[blu-joons]

He Confesses To You ~ Jung Wooseok

Your smile was soft as your best friend left the café after meeting you during their lunch break, glancing back to your left where Wooseok was still sat. His eyes were staring down at his coffee cup in front of him, refusing to acknowledge your best friend as they walked away.

Your smile slowly disappeared as your brows knitted together in his direction. Wooseok took an anxious sip as he felt you watching him, not quite knowing what to do as you studied him.

“Y/F/N is so funny,” you grinned, taking a sip of your drink yourself too. “Don’t you think?” You asked Wooseok in an attempt to bring him back into the conversation.

“Yeah, he’s alright,” Wooseok coldly replied, glancing back across at you, “it seems like the two of you have gotten pretty close recently.”

Your eyes continued to stare at Wooseok, “we’ve always been pretty close.”

Everything seemed off to you with him, something wasn’t quite right with Wooseok, you could tell by how agitated he was with you and how bitter his voice sounded too, unlike what you usually heard from Wooseok at all.

He could only smile at how oblivious you were to just how close you were with Y/F/N. It was something that just didn’t sit right with him, he hated feeling like a third wheel whilst the three of you had your lunch together.

“I think he fancies you,” Wooseok suddenly told you, taking you by surprise. “When I was watching him, he seemed pretty close to you. Dare I say that you seemed to be quite enjoying his attention too Y/N.”

“What?” You scoffed, hitting gently against Wooseok’s arm. “We were only close to each other because you weren’t contributing anything. You might as well have not been here with how little of a presence you were, I thought it would be nice for you to spend time with Y/F/N.”

“Why?” Wooseok boldly asked you, pushing his coffee cup away from him. “Why would I want to have lunch with a guy who basically acts as if he’s your boyfriend? I’d have rather been anywhere but here.”

“Lovely,” you muttered underneath your breath, shaking your head back across at Wooseok. “I don’t know how many times I have to drill it into you Wooseok that Y/F/N is one of my closest friends before you’ll listen.”

“That’s because I don’t think he wants to be,” Wooseok admitted as soon as you finished speaking, “and sometimes I think you don’t want it to be too. I’m right here, but you never seem to look in my direction Y/N, only ever his.”

You watched his eyes widen as soon as he stopped talking, realising what had come out of his mouth. It wasn’t something that you could just dismiss either like you had done with most of what Wooseok had said to you ever since Y/F/N arrived.

“I mean, what do they have for you that I don’t?” Wooseok enquired, a shrug of his shoulders following as he knew that he had nothing to lose anymore in front of you.

Your eyes narrowed as you struggled to make sense of what Wooseok was trying to say. “You’re both good friends to me, there’s no such thing as one being better than the other or one having more than the other person has in my eyes.”

Wooseok’s head shook as you failed to pick up on exactly what he was trying to say to you. He appreciated that it was probably a lot for you to take in and make sense of what Wooseok’s riddles were telling you.

“This isn’t a friendship Y/N,” he began, “at least not for me.”

“What isn’t a friendship? You mean you and I?”

“It hasn’t been for some time, even if those feelings are only one sided.”

You didn’t quite know what to say to Wooseok as his shy eyes looked away from you. His hands nervously gripped at the end of the table, feeling his heart race as he tried to figure out exactly what you would say or do at the opposite side of the table.

“I can just go,” he offered when the silence carried on, fearing the worst from you.

Your head shook though as soon as Wooseok went to move, “I didn’t tell you to go anywhere,” you reminded him.

With a nod of his head, Wooseok sat himself back down in his seat again. He still couldn’t bring himself to look at you, but the calming sound of your voice brought him at least a little bit of reassurance that things would be alright.

“How long?” You enquired after a couple of minutes, “for how long have you felt as if you don’t just want to be friends with me?”

“A long time,” Wooseok hummed, letting go of a gentle chuckle as his voice trailed off. “I guess I’ve never thought about how long it has been because I can’t remember when how I felt about you stopped being just friends and something more, that time all just feels like a bit of a blur.”

Your head nodded as you listened closely to Wooseok, feeling yourself begin to get a little anxious beside him too. “I had no idea,” you told him in reply, “if I’d have picked up on even the slightest clue, I wouldn’t have let you think for a second that I like Y/F/N.”

His head flickered up to look across at you, “but you do like Y/F/N,” Wooseok tried to tell you, convinced that there were some feelings there, no matter how much they hurt him.

“Don’t be stupid,” you chuckled back to him, “I never liked Y/F/N, not even for just a second. There was only one person that I liked, and I’m looking right at him Wooseok.”

It took a moment for what you said to hit Wooseok, his expression remained blank for a few moments until the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. His eyes looked to you almost in disbelief, having to scratch over the top of his head to make sure that he really was listening.

“Y-you like me?” He stuttered, asking you just to be absolutely sure that he was listening to you properly. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, you don’t have to be the considerate friend anymore Y/N.”

“I’m saying it because I mean it Wooseok, I never just say things just because.”

A laugh escaped him, filled with relief as Wooseok slowly allowed himself to relax again. “All this time I thought you hated me, I thought you wanted to rub it in that you liked Y/F/N by making me sit through all of these stupid lunches.”

“You’re an idiot,” you established, sniggering as Wooseok nodded in agreement with you. “I only invited Y/F/N just to be nice, he’s been having a hard time lately. I’m just friendly with him, but I like to think that maybe I’m a little more with you.”

There was nothing from Wooseok as he struggled to keep his composure, simply smiling across at you. Your head shook as the faintest of laughs left him, almost feeling as if he needed to pinch himself to be sure.

“Where do we go from here?” Wooseok asked you with a wide grin.

“I think you know exactly where we go from here.”

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Masterlist

#pentagon #pentagon imagine #wooseok #wooseok imagine #jung wooseok #jung wooseok imagine #pentagon reaction #pentagon scenario #pentagon wooseok #pentagon drabble #pentagon one shot #pentagon fluff #wooseok scenario #wooseok reaction #wooseok drabble #wooseok one shot #wooseok fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

[snoobins]

♡ parts in kpop mvs that warm my heart ♡

#txt #tomorrow x together #n.flying #xdinary heroes #xh #onewe #pentagon #ptg #kpop #k pop #i’ve had this idea forever so it’s nice to finally make it!! #also i know junhan isn’t in the xh one but it’s such a cute shot i had too #mygifs

[changguworld]

170619 | yeo one en route to hongkira kiss the radio DO NOT EDIT OR CROP

#changgu #yeo one #pentagon #e: ceremony #e: critical beauty #p: preview #smile #fansite: one shot #schedule: radio #admin's throwbacks

[bomnun]

pentagon - like this (2017) translation // one shot (2022) translation // basquiat (2020) translation // the game (2022) translation

#one shot basquiat and the game are all sisters #exasperated sigh #pentagon #just mixing things together btw these songs live next to each other in my head lyrically #like this is a bit further down but I feel it connects

[miastideclock]

please take the boygroup sorter on biasorter.tumblr.com and post ur results, i'm so curious

bah, your wish is my command: lets get to it i would also like to add that these results are PURELY based off of how much of their music i listen to, i can't name a single person in half the groups here lmao

stray kids is anyone really surprised?? im not

bts same with this one, very much expected

seventeen also very predicted

the rose this surprised me a little bit ngl, but when i look over my playlists it checks out

shinwha i did NOT see this coming wth

shinee my guess was that shinee came over shinwha but here we are

block b i used to be a HARDCORE BBC but fell out of it almost as fast as i got into it and i have no idea why

winner they have some good party bops, but i don't listen to a lot of their slower songs

got7 same as block b, i was a massive fan few years ago, but now i barely listen to them?? i listen to jackson's songs a bit and im super excited for their comeback coming up!!

super junior y'all, their early music is my SHIT- nothing gets me going quite like some early 2000's bops

astro i haven't really kept up with them, but every now and then a song of theirs is reccomended either on tiktok or on spotify and i add it to my playlists

ateez i'm not gonna lie, they have some great tracks, but im deadass scared to get into them. they are intimidating as fUCK

nu'est i was a fairly big fan of them a while back, and it was mainly because of minhyun i watched produce 101 season 2 :)

pentagon their songs give me such summer-vibes, so whenever i need me a good pick me up, i blast their music and pretend its mid-july lmao

24k i listen to only a handful of their songs, but the few songs i listen to, i listen to like all the time hehehe

wanna one i was SUCH a big fan when they were promoting, and it absolutely shattered my heart when they 'disbanded', but its like they say, all good things come to an end :(

day6 they give me a sense of home when i listen to them, but i haven't been supporting them a lot as of recent

infinite there was a solid two month period in like 2016 where i would pretty much give my life for these men, but one day i just forgot they existed, so if i put my music on shuffle and their songs come on, i look like thats so raven, just zooming to a different point in time- its weird

ikon i never really informed myself on what happened with them and b.i. which is 100% my own fault, but ever since the incident i haven't listened to them. idk, it wasn't really on purpouse.

b.a.p i only listen to them during VERY special occasions. when me and my hometown friend are out driving at night during the summer, we always blast their music, it's become tradition by now

the link for the sorter here! let me know if our results are similar!!

-bennie♡

#kpop reactions #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop requests #kpop one shot #kpop drabble #stray kids #bts #the rose #seventeen #shinhwa #shinee #block b #winner #got7 #super junior #astro #ateez #nu'est #pentagon #24k #wanna one #day 6 #infinite #ikon #b.a.p #:) #bias sorter

[takorossi]

rules (& regulations)

headcanons/imagines/scenarios/time stamps/drabbles/one-shots/etc. ✓

reader-insert ✓ my default is gn!reader but if you'd like me to do f!/m!reader please specify

member-member ✓ i might be pickier with m-m requests because if i don't see the ship it's gonna be difficult, but i'll mostly be okay as long as you don't expect a whole fic

sfw fanfic tropes (e.g. fluff, angst, crack, hurt/comfort, AU, major character death) ✓

suggestive ✓ full nsfw ✗ because i've never written that before, but basically think: those blackout scenes in rom movies but in written form — those are okay

hateful/offensive behaviour towards anybody especially with regards to race, ethnicity, religion ✗

stuff like non-con that actively promotes/encourages unethical behaviour ✗

if you want something specific, please be specific. if not, the caveat is your request is going to be up to my interpretation.

other than the hard-"no"s, i would generally be open to trying anything once so just shoot and i'll vet the requests from there. please hit me up if you would like to discuss any of my writing or just to chill. i'll come back to this post from time to time to update the rules as i see fit so yeah, you can check it whenever you want to send in a request.

tako x

28.3.23

#admin #rules #requests #faq #pentagon #pentagon headcanons #pentagon imagines #pentagon scenarios #pentagon time stamps #pentagon drabbles #pentagon one-shots #pentagon fics

[amalia-uwu-writes]

Bad idea/ Leave

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by their own companies. I only write for the characters. I do not write for the real actors/people/athletes. The rights go to the respective owners!

For reasons of privacy I'll give penta's mother and father fictional names. The names are Magdalene /Magda and Julio.

Warnings ⚠️ : light angst, angst

Tags: @windhamsrotunda @earl-01 @dominikmysterio619 @wrestlingwerido36 @wrestling-fangirl93

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One more day... One more day where Fénix bothered Penta and Penta lost his patience. One more day where Fénix blamed Penta. One more day where they argued and upon the argument Fenix took Penta's toy car and threw it at him. Penta obviously ducked his head and the toy broke a vase...

Guess who got in trouble...?

Yes, yes that's right. Penta did. Penta did.

They gasped as both of them saw the vase of flowers falling down and breaking into small pieces.

Their mother entered in "What's going on in here?!" just from the tone of her voice.. They understood... that she wasn't happy. Fénix run and hugged her dress "He broke the vase mommy!"

Magdalene spoke and pointed her index finger at Penta "What did you do again? You are the oldest! You should know, how to behave! What if you get hurt! What if he gets hurt? How can you be so irresponsible!!" she kept speaking and lecturing him. Fenix was holding his mother's dress burying his face in the fabric.

Penta had his arms crossed over his chest. His face upset, annoyed. He looked down and then at her. He had enough..

"How come you always yell at me?! He always gets away with everything. You always blame me! You don't even hear my point of view! Do you love him.. More than you love me? Ever since he came you mostly pay attention to him! He is your favorite! You love him more than you love me!" he yelled fed up with the whole situation and ascended the stairs going to his room.

Fénix felt slightly bad.. He didn't pay much attention though.. «He would get over it.. He always does..» he thought. He let go of his mother's dress. Magdalene looked up and sighed.

His father Julio came some seconds later "what happened? What's all this noise? I can hear you from outside!"

Magdalene had just finished gathering the broken pieces and collecting the red roses that had scattered all over the floor.

She got up "Penta broke the vase, I talked to him and he left". Fénix was sitting quietly and drawing on the table, all the while seeing upstairs. He felt slightly bad about what had happened..

"Did you see him breaking it? Did you really had to behave like this for a vase? He has every right to be upset you know I love our kids but I am fair. If fenix is at fault, I will punish him. Im not gonna blame Penta for it and vice versa. You can't blame him for everything Magdalene..

So what? What if he is the oldest?! He is still a child. Magdalene... I don't understand what's wrong with you now lately. You know that I am here to talk about anything that bothers you .. You can't unleash your stress on our children.. ".

She lowered her head "You're right.. It's been a rough week I guess.." she looked at him guilt in her eyes.

"Everything will be okay! I'm here.." Julio put his hand on her shoulder.

She smiled softly yet sadly "I was too harsh to him.. I'll.. I'll go talk to him". She attempted to go upstairs. "Wait! Don't go! Not yet!" his voice slightly stern. She listened and nodded her head. She went to the kitchen to continue her cooking.

Back to Penta

Penta slammed the door of his room. He jumped on bed burying his face on the pillow. A few tears rolled down his soft cheeks. He turned around and saw his teddy bear 🧸, he hugged it and those tears turned into a quiet sobbing. He looked at his teddy.

«I don't understand why I am to blame for everything! These last few days Mom has been blaming me all the time... Maybe.... Im not good enough... Mom doesn't love me..» he thought.

"What do you say teddy? You understand me... Right? Oh.. What's that?" he brought the teddy bear close to his ear.

He looked at his window.. An idea showing up in his mind... A bad idea.. "We need to leave... I mean... Let's just get out of here... " he said quietly.

It pained him to think such thing.. He looked at the window and then at the door. «What's even the point of staying here...? Maybe mom won't be so angry if I leave.. » he thought.

He took a small backpack, a blue one with dragons on it. He took his teddy bear with him. In order to «fool» his mother he put some toys and pillows under the covers so it will look like his sleeping..

He took some bedsheets and curtains, tied them on bed and climbed out of the window. He quietly run off the streets. He stopped for a while and looked back at his home.

He didn't know where he was going... He just left. A few tears rolled down his cheeks.. He looked ahead and just run off.. Leaving his home and family behind.

Back to Magda, Julio and Fenix.

They had just finished eating. It was oddly quiet. She expected her son to come and eat. His food was getting cold. She looked at her husband and he looked at the clock, then at her and he nodded.

She ascended the stairs. It was quiet. A feeling of dread weighting her heart. She knocked on the door "Penta? I'm sorry... Could we please talk?".. Silence.. "You have every right to be upset. Can we just talk? Mi hijo.. Perdóname..." she said. Still silence... "Im coming in" she entered and walked towards the bed. "Oh you are sleeping?" she said.

She walked towards him "Penta darling come to eat..." still no answer "Come on!" she was getting slightly annoyed.

She removed the covers only to find out clothes, pillows and toys ... She looked around the room. "Penta?" she asked... Now she felt fear..

Silence. For parents silence was never good. "Mi hijo?!" she shouted, looking around the place, voice trembling. Penta was nowhere. She noticed the window opened, the curtains waving on the wind. She looked out of the window only then she realized what had happened.

She panicked "oh.. no.. JULIO!! OUR SON IS NOT HERE! OUR BOY IS NOT HERE!" she screamed. Julio run upstairs. He looked at the room and he swore under his breath. She took her husband, her son and went to find him. "Let's go find him! He can't go far!" she said. The three of them entered in the car and started looking for him, praying that he will be safe.

Back to Penta

Penta was walking around the streets. At some point he reached a playground. They weren't many people around. He decided to go play a little. He sat in the swing "Come on bro! Pu- (push me)" he looked behind him. Fenix was nowhere. His smile slowly disappeared "Oh...right.. They are not here..." he lowered his eyes.

He played alone for a while lost in thoughts.. No, no it wasn't the same without them. He looked at his teddy "Come on.. let's go... It's not fun.."

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He walked down the beach, "Teddy look the beach". He walked by the coast and a little below he saw a family playing and having fun. He stopped and sighed. A wave of sadness covered his body. He turned around and left.

He was walking around the streets the sun setting behind the mountains. At some point his stomach rumbled.

"Oh right... I didn't eat... I don't have enough money... I guess... Oh... It's getting late... Maybe I should go home... Maybe I should have listened to mom, talk to her...it was a bad idea to come here alone...Yet with what face Am I gonna appear? What do you say teddy?

🐻.....

What..?

🐻....

Hey don't give me this look teddy...

🐻.........!!

Ugh fine.. I'll go back... She will ground me for sure... At least I'm gonna be in my bed and eat my mom's food. Well first I'm gonna eat the chancla and then her food. Okay... I will go back.. and.. apologize...".

He decided to return home. The thing is.. He didn't know which way to go. He facepalmed "Ugh..which way did I come?.. Was it that way..? Or... Uhm.. Teddy..? Which way was it?

🐻......

You don't know?! Really?! Why am I having you here?!

🐻.....

ugh fine I'll try find it". He kept walking..

Back to Magda, Julio and Fenix

They drove around the city for some hours and still not a trace of him. Magda decided to walked around the place for some time. She kept asking "Have you seen this boy?" most of them shook their heads no. She panicked. Fear, disappointment, dread shown on her brown eyes..

After many tries one woman walked towards her and said "Excuse me ma'am I saw this little boy by the public market, close to the park and the beach". The woman gave her directions. Magda thanked her"thank you so much!!" hope sparkled in her eyes.

Julio and Fenix looked around as well with no luck. Magda called him and said where to go. They went there. They looked around the place and saw nothing. It was late.

She found a man (Carlos) and woman (Angelica) who were cooking "Have you seen this boy?" they shook their heads no. Magda close her eyes for mere seconds, the hope she had, had just faded.

She gave them some money "If you see him, he hasn't eaten anything, please cook something for him. Here is my phone as well" they nodded their heads.

Magda's eyes teared up. Julio and Fenix hugged her "We will find him". Fenix admitted that he broke the vase and he blamed penta for it, that he began annoying him and he started it. Magda gave him a stern look but she decided that they should solve this later..

They kept searching around the place.

Back to Penta

Penta was getting tired by walking around. The temperature on the atmosphere was low. He regretted leaving home. He hugged himself. He was thirsty and hungry. He sat down on a bench. He covered his face with his hands...

He looked around, there were trees and lattices. "Wait... This place looks familiar.. Oh! Im at the public market well close enough and - what's this smell... So beautiful..." He found a woman and a man there, cooking. Whatever they were cooking smelled nice for sure!

He was at a distance and ran towards them as fast as he could. He tripped and fell down, scratching his knees and elbow. He took a deep breath and got up. He walked slowly close to them. He looked at the coins..

He didn't have enough money how is he going to pay?

He looked at them and then at the ground.. He was about to leave.. However Carlos called him

"Hey you? Come here! I'll make you something." Penta looked at Carlos "I don't have any money sir". Angélica said "It doesn't matter kid, sit there". He sat down and waited patiently.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you so nice?" Penta asked.

"We are not" Angelica spoke while cooking.

"Your parents and a younger boy were looking for you" Carlos said.

"They love you!" Angelica spoke softly.

When she finished cooking, she offered him his meal. Shrimps with rice.

"Eat so they can come pick you up and don't do something like this again!! You were lucky you weren't killed!"

"Gracias!" he began eating. Damn it tasted so good. He teared up a little bit.

Carlos called the family "We have the boy here, we cooked him something as we promised. You may come!"

Magda finished talking "Okay, yeah I know how to come there we aren't far away! Yes, thank you so much!"

Magda, Julio and Fenix hugged each other "Gracias Dios!!! Let's go take our boy back" Julio said and began driving.

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After a whole adventure the family reunited.

Penta was sitting on the table. He heard his mother's voice and looked up.

"My son!" she said. He saw his family and run at his mother's arms "mom... MOM! DAD! HERMANITO!"

They hugged him "Im sorry..." he said "I'm sorry too!".

She hugged him. They thanked them and went home, the way back was silent, Fenix hugged Penta and apologized.

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When he reached home he took a shower and put on fresh washed clothes. He was sure he is escaping punishment. He walked into the kitchen. Fenix was there. Soon Magda and Julio came.

"Fénix please leave the room.." her voice sternly. Fenix looked at Penta who was looking on the floor.

Fénix exited the room and Julio close the door.

Julio calmly walked closer and hugged him tightly "WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?! WE LOVE YOU! WHAT WOULD WE DO IF SOMETHING BAD WAS HAPPENING TO YOU?! DAMMIT?! HUH?! DON'T YOU FREAKING DARE!! TO SCARE US AGAIN LIKE THIS! YOU UNDERSTAND?!" his voice strictly. Penta nodded he attempted to speak but Julio raised his hand "Silence! Let you mother speak!", Penta obeyed.

Magda spoke

"I am sorry.. You are still a child and you are still learning that's true. Im trying my best. I love you the same! My love for both of you is equal! Both of you are a part of me and your father. I'm sorry If I was harsh on you. I shouldn't unleash my stress on you. I love you and I.. We want the best for you and your brother! You are my babies.. Our babies! Promise me you won't do this again. That you will tell me everything!" when she was done she gave him permission to speak.

"I'm sorry mom! I'm trying to be a good son for you..... You blamed me for things that wasn't my fault. I accept your apology. I promise I won't do it again. We will talk and I'm sorry... It was a mistake I won't make again".

"You are still grounded" they said in unison. He shrugged "At least I'm here with you, dad and my brother".

He spent a few days grounded. At least he was home with his loved ones.

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The End! 😘

#one shot #long reads #fanfiction #fanfic #my fic #penta el zero miedo #pentagon jr #penta oscuro #pentagon jr fanfiction #penta el 0m #penta el zero m #light angst #angst #amalia writes #amelia writes #my post #rey fenix #the lucha brothers #lucha brothers

[the-strange-world]

Kpop song rec.

#one shot #pentagon #kpop recs #kpop #song recs #kpop recommendations #Youtube

[cosmojjong]

i need another comeback like do or not from pentagon before i lose my sanity. but i know they never have comebacks that are in any way similar to their previous. but STILL.

#i won't ask i will just beg 26 times #yes we have rock bsides yes i want something like daisy and donut again #pentagon #or idk give us something like one shot i will wreck everything from happiness

[liliana-von-k]

#hui #pentagon #*le monumental sigh* #PAMTB #just a slightly different version of the shot posted previously #in this one his smile is different and you can see his skinny lil arm 😛 #you’re a groovy boy. i’d like to strap you on sometime

[yixinghoneybee]

Top 200 Songs of 2022: 81. One Shot - PENTAGON 🌠

#top 200 songs of 2022 #pentagon #jinho #hongseok #shinwon #yeo one #yan an #yuto #kino #wooseok #one shot #Youtube

[blu-joons]

He Asks You To Go On Tour With Him ~ Yuto Adachi

Your smile was weak as you looked up from your phone once again to see Yuto still packing for tour. You hoped that it would just be a bad dream as item after item was thrown into his case as he prepared himself for just over a month on the world, the other side of it to be precise.

He could feel your eyes on him as he walked around the bedroom, knowing just how hard it was for you to watch him. The thought of leaving you terrified him, knowing that you would be left alone for so much time.

As his case got fuller, the reality began to sink in more and more for you, leaving you a stuttering mess once Yuto had finished packing up the first of his three cases.

With the zipper shut, he finally looked across to you, catching you sniffing as you held back the tears. “Are you alright?” He asked as he moved around the room to sit down on the bed beside you.

“I’m good.” Your head nodded as you tried to brighten the smile that was on your face.

Yuto’s arm wrapped around you, being able to see through your lie straight away, shaking his head at how stubborn you were. “The sooner I get packed, the sooner we can do something to try and take your mind off of what’s going on,” he suggested.

You nodded once again in agreement with him, glancing across to the two open, and empty, cases that were waiting to be filled up with Yuto’s belongings.

“Do you want some help?” You asked him, wanting to get the job of packing over and done with just as much as Yuto did, “I don’t mind doing some of it.”

Yuto nodded in reply to you as he stood up and pulled the two cases over, placing them on the bed beside you, looking between them both as he tried to figure out what to put in each one.

“Do you want to pass me stuff, and I’ll back it?” You suggested.

“That won’t work,” he immediately shut you down, helping you off of the bed as you began to walk across to his wardrobe to get stuff out.

You didn’t get very far though as Yuto pulled you back, standing you in front of one of the cases, and leaving himself in front of the other. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he paused for a moment, making sure that what he had done was right.

“Maybe you could pack that one and I can pack this one,” he proposed, tapping on the top of the case that he had saved for himself, “I think that’s a goo idea for us to do.”

Your head shook as you looked at the empty case that Yuto had given you, without a clue as to what to put in it in order to make sure that he had everything that he needed.

“You just get what you want to put in that case,” Yuto encouraged, trying to get you to move, but you stayed right where you were.

“How am I supposed to know what you want in here?”

His head shook back at you, watching as you folded your arms across your chest. “It’s not what I want that’s going in there, it’s what you want to put in there.”

“I can’t pack a case for you, I don’t know a thing about tour.”

“But you’re not packing it for me.”

Each time that Yuto opened his mouth, he seemed to puzzle you more and more. He never wanted to spell it out for you, but he hoped you’d pick up on things a little bit.

He picked up his case yet again, leaving your one with you. “This one needs to be filled with your things, that’s why I’ve left it with you. You can’t come on tour with nothing Y/N.”

“But I don’t know what you want…wait, I can’t come on tour with nothing? What are you talking about? I’m staying here.”

Yuto’s head shook as the bemusement in your expression reached a maximum, unable to make sense of anything that was going on around you anymore.

“I spoke to the team, they said that you can come with me,” Yuto simply smiled.

Your head shook in disbelief back at him, after being told for months that tour and you weren’t going to go together, you couldn’t figure why they’d had a change of heart.

“I sat down and spoke to management, and the boys came too, assuring them that it would be good for all of us,” Yuto told you, walking towards you and taking a hold of your hand, “they couldn’t ignore all nine of us Y/N.”

“This is real, right?” You quizzed, still a little apprehensive, “you’re not winding me up to make me feel better?”

“I couldn’t be more serious.”

At last, it finally sunk in for you as you jumped up into Yuto’s hold and wrapped your legs around his frame, burying down to rest into the crook of his neck.

“Do I really get to travel the world with you?” You asked Yuto, pulling away from him momentarily to be able to ask him if he was really sure.

His head nodded straight away back to you, heart racing himself. Bringing you on tour was all that he had ever wanted, he was just relieved more than anything that the people at work had finally decided to listen to what he wanted.

“Are you still as annoyed about helping me pack now?” He joked with you.

Your eyes went wide at his question, shaking your head. “I can’t wait to pack now, there’s so many things to take to the other side of the world.”

“I thought you might say that which is why this case is for us to share, it’s not just for me, I just needed to say that to tease you.”

Your eyes rolled as Yuto placed you back down, walking you around to drop you in front of your wardrobe so that you could start packing. You had so many things that you wanted to pack, but nowhere near enough time to do it.

Your heart was beating faster than it ever had done before as you tried to figure how quickly things had changed for you. A few minutes ago, you were terrified of seeing Yuto say goodbye to your home, but now you were saying goodbye to it together.

No matter how hard you tried to get it to sink in, you just couldn’t, it would take a long time for you to really realise where your next adventure was taking you.

“What do you pack for a tour?” You asked Yuto.

His smile was wide as you looked to him for a little bit of help. “You can pack whatever you want, they’ll be plenty of places around the cities that we’re stopping off at for you to get something if you leave something at home.”

“Will you get some time off?”

“Of course,” he smiled, “it’s not always loads of time, but I’ll make sure that at as many stops as possible, we can go and do some exploring together in between our rehearsals.”

Your head nodded as you pulled your first shirt out of your wardrobe, “there’s so many things that I’m thinking about right now, my mind is going into overdrive.”

You couldn’t wait to see what lied ahead for you both as you joined the boys on tour, but even now you couldn’t decide what it was that you wanted to pack, having never packed a suitcase for such a long time before.

“You might have to help me do this,” you called out to Yuto, “I’m a newbie at tour packing.”

“Give me a moment, I’ll come help you out.”

---

Masterlist

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Lovefool [dark!Konig x fem!Reader]

Konig gets to secure a little trophy from the battlefield. Hope you're in for a ride.

!TW! Kidnapping, Yandere themes, Dub-con, dark!Konig

Tags: Yandere, Dark Romance, colonel!Konig, dark!Konig, Size kink, Age gap(Konig in his thirties and Reader is in her twenties), Stockholm syndrome speedrun, Konig is a huge pervert, submissive Reader

You never knew who he was before he attacked.

Your teammates did – whisperers about KorTac getting on their tails, stories about their crazy psycho commander who could barely pass a word to his subordinates while smacking heads off trained men in full armor. Spooky tails for the recruits who refuse to train in their free time – something about “If you aren’t getting in shape by the end of the month, König is going to get you”.

You never knew who he was – you barely knew the organization you worked in.

Cyber security, lowly private military. They are hiring based on CV alone and didn’t ask for a fancy college and a few degrees in hacking that you could never get. They wanted experience, and you had at least a bit of it – you passed through basic training, never serving in the military before, but fine with promises of never actually going out in the field since you would be giving them intel and cyber support from the sidelines.

Well, they never told you that “the sidelines” would be 100 meters away from the actual battlefield.

You don’t even remember what the mission was about – something important, you guess, because they asked you to be here, on sight, computer in hand, and your comrades, with whom you barely talked outside of work, alongside you. Something about weapon smuggling, though you never actually understood if you were stopping it or doing it. Working in the middle of the European Union pays a lot, and it sort of counts as free travel – you’re somewhere in Germany, maybe on the border with Poland or Austria or Czech Republic. Nothing but fields of grass and occasional mountains. They gave you a riffle, a sidearm, and instructions to try not to get too wounded since they wouldn’t be dragging your body out of the field. S[read sheet with intel opened on your computer – you’re not their secretary, but at least they don’t want you to hack the Pentagon.

You heard screams from your tent: “KorTac”, “Compromised”

“König”

What was the weirdest thing – he was alone. A single man shouldn’t be able to take on a team of trained mercs, even as lowly as your company was. You all had weapons, armor, and means of at least taking him down as a group – and you were like a bunch of babies with toy guns on the playground when a pitbull came in.

Your leader fell first – you saw his head explode with a perfect shot right between his eyes. no one screamed sniper, but you still ducked under the field table, hoping that it would save you a few minutes of peace before you’d manage to delete all of the important files from your laptop. This was the protocol – if you are in the middle of dying, you need to first make sure that the enemy won’t get a hold of precious company correspondence and deeply personal photos of your cat.

You leaned forward to see what was happening on the field – you heard screams, you heard gunshots, you heard…

Laugh.

Deep, loud, the laugh that sounded both malicious and cheerful at the same time. It sounded like the man had a field day of breaking necks and stabbing his teammates. You've never seen so much blood on someone. You wish you never had.

Your teammates are falling like porcelain dolls when the elephant hits the kitchen, and you are trying your best to be a good little hacker and not let your company down before your inevitable demise. Turning on your laptop, waiting for whatever ancient version of Windows you had since the budget was mostly going into flashy guns and cool night vision headsets, you are getting ready to format all the disks when….

“The Windows update is in the process. Please, wait approximately 9 hours to complete”

Oh, hell no. You are not going to wait another 9 hours, you could barely survive for the next 9 minutes! Of course, naturally, obviously, you can just turn off the computer and get it off work because the files will get fried up and it won’t turn on again, ever. Which would still complete your goals, so…

— Come on, please…f-fuck, please, just let me…

“As a method of complete data loss prevention, Windows has disabled the ability to manually turn off your computer. Please, wait approximately 9 hours to complete”

— Found you, Maus.

Something – a hand, big, covered in the type of protection you never saw on your fellow soldiers – yanked your ankle, dragging you from under the table you were hiding under. The air stinks of blood and you involuntarily whimper, hands are going to grab the laptop. You need to smash it, destroy it, maybe just drop it hard enough on the floor, push it against the wall, and try your best to kick it enough to damage the disk and prevent KorTac from accessing the files.

The guy steps on your hand, taking the laptop away. You swear to god you hear a crack – you prayed that he would accidentally smash the laptop, but it was your hand under his boot.

— Hurts? Good.

You whimper as he carefully puts the laptop away, checking if it’s still working. He then returns to you – laying on the floor, fingers still shaking in pain, and attempts to grasp for the computer that was snatched away. There is nothing you can do – you have a gun, yes, and he has at least three guns and deadly man-bear hands, so even if you were fast enough to draw a gun before he would, he can just kick you like a puppy.

König – it’s him, it must be him, your teammates were screaming his callsign and talking about a devil who wears a sniper hood and has the height of a not very small tree – kicks you in the ribs, turning you from the side to your back, facing him. If you were stronger, you would do something cool – bite his ankles, for example. Or spit in his face as the last remaining tip of your dignity, before he would kill you or torture you or feast on your flesh.

— Verdammte Feiglinge, can’t even face your death like a man. Look at me, ja?

Crying isn’t a shameful thing to do. So, you cry. Soft little whimpers, sniffles, you are probably looking wet and disgusting, but you hurt, scared, and fucking tired and you want out of here, and you never actually wanted to be a soldier, and they all lied to you while promising to keep you out of the field, and this uniform is horrible, and you feel your tears soaking the half of bandana you were using as a face mask and…

He snatches the mask from your face. Look you in the eyes for long enough to make your whimpers even more audible. You can swear to god that his pupils were dilated. That his hands were shaking. You could see his eyes getting scrunched in that particular way that their owner is smiling – sincerely, openly, from the bottom of his heart.

— Please…p-please, be fast, I don’t know anything, I will…I won’t, I…

Rough, calloused hand goes to cup your face. The material of his glove is tough and soaked in blood as he smears it on your cheek, your fingers are going to wipe away the tears – you don’t understand what’s happening and you are even more scared, and your mouth is twitching in a terrified grimace. He pushes the tip of his finger into your mouth, making you suck on the blood and dirt of the fabric. You think you are going to throw up.

— Quiet.

You don’t understand why he didn’t kill you yet. He is touching your face, slowly, his one hand is enough to cover your entire head and you’re sure that if he’d want to just squish your brain like a rotten cabbage, he could just fine. He pushes his finger even deeper in your mouth and you lick it involuntarily because this is an intrusion and you have the brain of a two-year-old who sees the world through their ability to devour things, and his pupils dilate even more. He looks at your frown, your tears, and your lips wrapped around his finger.

He yanks you on your feet embarrassingly easy.

— You’re a hacker?

You blink a few times. Now, the protocol is that no, you can’t state who you are, If he knows that you are a hacker, he can take you away for interrogation, maybe torture you for passwords and the intel on your company, and being tortured isn’t something on your monthly calendar. Now, the protocol also states that you have to be able to die for your company, and…

He grabs your neck, lifting you – surprisingly gently, softly even, a hand supports your waist so you won’t be able to either kick him or get choked to death because of his grip.

— Answer me, Maus. I might have a reason to let you live.

You do want to live. Maybe not long, definitely not until you’re 100 years old with dozens of grandchildren, but being able to live past the next few hours and then days and then weeks does sound incredible.

— Y…yes. I’m a cyber security specialist.

He squeezes your neck more. Pushes you up, making you cough in your grip. You never experienced anything like this before – never had a guy strong enough to handle you like this. It would look cool from the side, probably – like something from a videogame. It would look hot in the porn, probably, if it was consensual and happening between two passionate lovers.

But you are his enemy, and he is yours – cold blue eyes peering right into yours. He is looking at you like a piece of meat, and not even in the lustful, hungry way. He looks like a butcher in front of a very good beef cut, thinking about where should he sink his knife to get the best steaks. A hunter standing over the wounded deer, thinking if he wants your head above his fireplace or taxidermy your whole body as a wicked trophy.

— Didn’t know they’d allowed someone so fucking small in the field.

You can swear to god that you saw him smile, under this hood. You can’t see his face, obviously, only the blood-soaked fabric and his eyes, but something still tells you that he is smiling. Enjoying your attempts to escape, maybe – you tried to kick him a few times, producing a deep, amused chuckle from his lips. He holds you so easily like you are nothing but a sweet little kitten. You might not be as big as him, but he still shouldn’t be able to lift a grown woman in full gear with just one hand. Right?

— I’m not…not s-small.

You don’t have much fight left in you. You are on the verge of just asking him to kill you, to be honest, your neck hurts and the pain spreading from your fingers pulsates and transforms. You hope they are not broken – even though you understand that your chances to live past these few minutes are very slim. Even your usual snark is lost, forbidden in the hands of a giant who likes to play with his food.

You do feel like a mouse – in a way that you would die under his boot very soon.

He – König, monster, colonel, fucking deadly mercenary – chuckles again. You can get used to this sound. Melodic almost, in a way that most alarms are melodic while telling you about inevitable catastrophe.

— Kleine verfickte Maus. Ich wette, dass du auch ganz eng bist.

He is laughing, again. Laughing and chuckling and you can’t take it anymore because he is so obviously stronger than you, it’s not fair. You want to put your foot on the ground and tap it like a spoiled brat, like a baby on the playground whining for their mom to take them home because other kids don’t want to play by their rules. The difference in skill is so obvious, that you aren’t even able to put on some sort of fight.

— Wh…I don’t speak German.

Your other hand – the one that didn’t get squished under his boot – goes to scratch his arm. Maybe put up enough struggle that he would accidentally let you fall right from his grasp. He doesn’t react and you feel hopeless. Weak, useless, you remember all the times you decided to miss training so you could just chill in the lounge with other rookies or do something on your computer.

— You will, Maus.

Then, there is only darkness.

***

You woke up…somewhere.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t the first time you woke up. You remember opening your eyes, feeling the vibrations under your cheek, hearing the noises of a car or other vehicle moving fast. Too fast for your already spinning head and stomach – you don’t remember if you were coughing or vomiting, but the movement wasn’t stopping to ever let you breathe. You were being transported somewhere, without a chance of knowing where you were heading. At least now, when you get to the final, as you think at least, destination, you’re clean.

As much as someone tied up to a chair somewhere that reminds you of a basement can be.

You’re stripped of your weapons obviously – not like you had a chance to use them anyway. Your hands are tied behind your back, your legs are bound to a chair, and your tragic lack of clothes is…more evident than you wanted it to be. At least you still have your underwear on – it still didn’t make the situation better. He saw you naked, completely, and he might do god knows what with you now.

Although you have some feelings about what he can do with a weak enemy hacker, half-naked and tied up in a secure place.

You would panic, but it requires energy. A resource that you don’t have right now.

— You woke up. Gut. Started to think I went too much again.

His accent is weird, you think. The thought only occurs to you now, when you can hear him more clearly while not being that afraid of getting out of this alive. His voice is weirdly calm for someone of his size – you want to think of gentle giants but this man is far from gentle and is almost too big to even be called a giant. A colossus, you want to say.

— Again?

Your voice is raspy, both from your sleep and from lack of water. When was the last time you drank anything? Probably more than a few hours – your throat is dry as sandpaper, and your head is dizzy from both your trauma – he either strangled you to unconsciousness or beat you hard enough – and the dehydration. You don’t want to spend another minute in this basement – you think this is a basement, at least, the high humidity on the walls and some garbage tossed to the corner is fairly evident. It’s large, too – you never saw anything like this. It might be a KorTac prison, but the remains of a bike and a few shelves of canned foods tossed to the other side of the room tell otherwise.

— We’re allowed to take trophies home. Sometimes I get…impatient.

You’re in his house? Does a monster like him even need a house?

“A trophy”

Funny how you don’t even feel that dehumanized. He didn’t kill you, you don’t feel the evidence of violation on your body – you are clean, neat even, your stomach and private parts aren’t hurting, and, as much as you hate to say this while tied up to a chair, you are as comfortable as a person in your position can be.

— What are you going to do with me?

You shake like a leaf. He finally steps closer to you, coming from the ladder – you can hear the lock and a heavy door being closed, setting your hopes of escape. Not like you could, in your position – the bruises already forming on your legs and hands, a numbed pain in your head and fingers. You feel shitty and comfortable at the same time, trying to tune off the discomfort and just concentrate on talking to him.

He didn’t kill you – this is good, you can work with this.

He left you alive – this is bad, he is going to torture you, he is going to do a million terrible things with you and you are not a part of a regular army, You didn’t get the torture resistance training. Maybe, if it was some of your friends, other girls in the group who got through military school and never missed gym to sit on their computers, they would have survived. You never felt so weak before – not even on the battlefield.

God, you’re scared.

— Your computer. My employer needs the info you had on it.

Oh.

It’s not personal, at least. He is here for the information, not to take advantage of your weak, fragile body. It made you almost feel at peace, almost made you forget about your lack of clothing and the damp basement you’re being put in.

— What sort of info do you need?

You slowly start to wiggle your hands in your binds – he used plastic locks, those stupid unremovable things that are slowly cutting the soft flesh of your wrists. You can’t untie them, but you can try at least tear them on the metal of your chair. You can try to, just to say that you did, and not feel bad about not resisting him at all.

— Your last mission. You were trying to smuggle weapons into the EU border.

— We were trying to stop the smuggling of weapons.

At least, you think you were – your head hurts, your memories are dizzy, and they never actually told you what kind of job you had. Come to think of it, actually, you never asked whether you were the good guys or the bad guys – it was always about money, paychecks, getting your job done and not dying from lack of nutrition because most tech-jokey jobs are already filled with uninspired chatbots and graduates from fancy colleges with a dick between their legs. Not reserved for tired women like you – so you turn to, ironically, paramilitary organizations. How the tables have turned.

— That’s not what our intel says, Maus. Do you want to lie to me?

You don’t. You just don’t know if you are telling the truth or lying because you are too fucking tired to even think straight.

He comes closer, and you whimper involuntarily. His breath hitches.

— Scheisse…they knew who to hire.

He grabs you by the neck again, and you can finally see him fully – towering over you, cold blue eyes staring right into you. You sob, not able to handle your emotions because, oh god, he is going to rape you, torture you, and then put a giant burning stick right in your ass because everyone knows that this is the best way to hack a computer – you just need to find the person who put the password in the first place.

— Can’t you just hack the computer yourself?

He chuckles – you’re getting tired of that sound. You hate that you found his voice attractive, you hate the fact he is keeping you down here. You want to destroy that part of your body that likes the attention – how his eyes are only kept on you. Never had a guy kidnapping you before, and you fight the feeling of disappointment that strikes you when you remember that he is here because he needs the intel. Not because he wants you.

— It wasn’t a…conventional operation. Can’t waste manpower on breaking the walls you installed.

His hand goes to cup your face again – you frown, breathing stops because he is so close and he takes off his gloves, allowing his rough, calloused fingers to linger on your cheeks. He squeezes your face in an almost adorable manner and steps back again. You lick your dry lips again, trying hard to keep at least one part of your body moisturized, and his breath hitches again.

He goes behind you, ruffles through shelves – you can hear something falling, his awkward grunt as he had to pick it up. He is more clumsy than you though – more nervous also, hands are jittering and fingers twitching every time you look at him. Adorable, really, how this huge mess of a man can look so innocent and almost nervous in front of you.

König returns after a minute or two, holding…a water bottle. Closed, lid still on, little plastic wrapping in place. You have half a mind about just drinking it, even though he doesn’t offer it to you. Not like you could open it yourself, with how your hands are still tied up behind your back.

— You don’t speak German.

It’s not a question – it’s a statement. you watch him opening the bottle with ease, large hands are working on something so fragile and delicate. You can’t remember the last time you had sex, not with how fast your head is spinning and memories still foggy, but you think it was a long time ago – because you feel your cheeks heated from the simple actions of his large fingers ripping through soft plastic.

God, you don’t really remember what was happening before you got here, not in detail, but you know that you needed to get laid like, a year ago.

— No.

— You will.

— Wh…what do you mean?

Is he going to make you install Duolingo? Is this what it all was about? Some elaborate prank, a marketing campaign, a tough lesson for silly girls who think that knowing just your native language is enough to live your life and…

— When you want something, Maus, you have to say “bitte”.

If you were a strong and cool soldier, you would use this moment to jump from your chair, using the weight of your body to fall on him and make him lose balance, and then spit in his face as your last remaining blast of human dignity.

But you aren’t a cool and strong soldier, and you really need to drink.

— B…bitte. What does this mean?

— Please.

He is almost whispering, the water bottle tanging in his hands in front of you. You take your time, considering the possibilities – you can play like a good little prisoner and allow him to take your pride and just toss it aside. You can play like an obedient hostage and ask him nicely, hoping that it would be enough.

You don’t know what to do – appearing too shy and soft can give him…ideas. And you don’t want this crazed giant who is keeping you bound in his basement to get ideas. You can…you probably can spend more time without water. Or food. Or shower and change of position.

You take your time answering, and his demeanor seems almost…anxious. His eyes are darting between the water bottle and your face, between his hands and your body – like he can barely keep a calm facade and not force you into doing something nasty. Like he is almost afraid that you are not going to cooperate and he would really have to hurt you in a meaningful way.

— Can I have water, bitte?

— Gutes Kätzchen. Drink, you’ll need it.

In the end, you broke down first. Not because you are this weak, but because being a brat won’t save you in a situation like this. You don’t want to die over something as trivial as your pride.

König seems…at ease. He takes off the bottle cap and brings water to your lips, allowing you to drink as much as you want. You lick the remaining drops from your lips and he puts a half-empty bottle aside.

— I won’t tell you the password.

You mumble under your breath, barely audible. He chuckles.

— I count on it, liebe.

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod x you #konig mw2 #cod #konig x reader #reader insert #yandere cod #yandere konig #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere #yandere imagines

[changguworld]

170619 | yeo one en route to hongkira kiss the radio DO NOT EDIT OR CROP

#changgu #yeo one #pentagon #smile #e: ceremony #e: critical beauty #fansite: one shot #p: preview #schedule: radio #admin's throwbacks

[bomnun]

this week’s guest for the friends corner are chocos (the penbamra listeners) and the weekly kpop corner will be focused on pentagon!

#bittersweet :( #pentagon #penbamra #they better play one shot or else

[melrodrigo]

Lovesick - W.A.

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Wednesday are polar opposites. Do they really attract?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Request from ages ago, I didn’t proofread this. Please excuse any mistakes. Happy reading! <3

Wednesday had a problem.

When Wednesday had first transferred to Nevermore, and gotten the infamous Enid welcome and introduction, she couldn't have cared less about you.

"That is Bianca Barklay, the closest thing to Nevermore royalty they'll ever be."

Then Enid pointed to a girl sitting next to Bianca, staring at the bubbles in the water fountain with intrigue.

"And that, is YN. She's the school heartthrob. It's just impossible to not love her, you'll see."

"She looks like a mushroom." Wednesday replied dryly, swiftly turning on her heel and heading back to her dorm.

"She's a sweetheart. Everyone likes her. You'll find out what I mean. I'm always right!" Enid shouted out, before quickly catching up and walking side by side with the goth.

Enid had warned that this would happen. God, how was Enid right?

Wednesday's frown only grew deeper as she thought back to the moments you've shared over the past year.

-

"Hey, you must be Wednesday right? New girl?"

All you got in return was a curt nod.

"Allllright, I get it, you don't wanna talk. Trust me I get it, I was so silent the first week here, some people thought I was mute!"

Silence.

You frown a bit but redirect your focus to the teacher emerging from the door.

-

"Enid I do not understand why I have to suffer not only with you, but her. I was content just sitting down in the dorm and practicing my cello."

The werewolf had recently gotten three free passes to Jericho, and decided to drag both you and Wednesday out for a cup of coffee.

"I hate to agree with her Enid, but I really have a lot of biology homework to do." You mused from behind, still sore from fencing class you had that day.

"Oh come on! It's good for you two to bond. My two besties, we're gonna be so cool together!" Enid makes an excited sound, "We should come up with a group name!"

When Wednesday quips back that she'd rather die in a long long torturous death (which she'd probably enjoy) instead of have a group name, you can't help but snort in agreement.

You shoot Wednesday a look, small smile playing on your lips.

-

Ever since that first day at Jericho, Enid had you guys connected by the hip. Unwillingly.

But as the days went on, Wednesday found out you weren't so bad.

She was particularly late to lunch today, catching up with updates on the hyde case.

In fact, she was debating skipping lunch all together. But as she glanced over to the pentagon, a hand shot up along with a shout.

"Wednesday! Over here!" You were waving your hand wildly, gesturing for her to walk over.

Wednesday bit back a sigh as she moved towards you, and to her surprise, there was one empty seat opposite of you, plate full, apple on the side.

"I got some lunch for you. Oh and a plain granola bar, I see you always like eating them." You tell her absentmindedly, munching on a sloppy joe.

Wednesday hesitates, before saying a quiet thank you.

"It's my pleasure Wends. So, how's the hyde case going?"

You both don't mention the fact you used a nickname to address her. She sighs, she supposed it was nice of you to get her lunch, so she tells you about the case.

"It's going well YN, I've just had a breakthrough......"

-

"Come on Wends, pleaseee? I really really really wanna go to The Weathervane."

You stare at Wednesday with your famous puppy eyes, and see Wednesday's glare soften just the slightest bit.

"I....suppose we can go in a few hours. After I've finished my writing hour, I have hyde business to do there anyway." She says, even though she'd already taken care of the issue already.

"Could you help me study for midterms? I do not understand anything for the life of me." You whine and throw the book back on her bed. Flopping onto the soft fabric dramatically.

"Bring it with you to the Weathervane." Wednesday says sharply, and returns back to her typewriter.

-

"Sucky Birthday to you Wednesday! Come, follow me." You squeal excitedly, reaching for the goth and pulling her by the wrist.

Physical touch has come sort of, natural to you with Wednesday. You were a naturally touchy person anyway, but when you were around Wednesday everything felt very...heightened.

Hm, I wonder what that is.

Wednesday was constantly complaining about your intense need to be touching her at all times, but she never actually pulled away when you did; and you're well aware she could if she wanted to.

"Where are we going?" She asks, tone somewhat annoyed.

You turn to her and smile; so bright Wednesday swears light shone through your teeth.

"Grave digging!"

Wednesday's eyebrows twitches in amusement, a small but noticeable movement. You've become sort of professional in her mannerisms over the past few months.

"I knew you'd like it. Come on." You say, practically sprinting to your destination. It's not a smart move, and you stumble over your own feet; arms still connected with Wednesday's.

You fall flat on your back into the soft grass, Wednesday on top of you.

She looks so good, the moonlight shining on her face. You steal a glance at her lips.

She's staring at you with wide eyes, arms on both sides of your face. Her braids frame your head a little.

She coughs awkwardly, then gets up and looks the other way.

You follow suit, trying to calm down your racing heart.

"Ooookay. Let's- let's get grave digging now." You say finally, watch as Wednesday walks toward you but avoids your eye.

She's grateful it's dark out, or else you would've seen the red coating her ears. And when you reach for her wrist she pulls back, afraid you'll be able to feel her racing heart.

-

It's parent's day. The long awaited dreadful day where Wednesday has to talk to her parents.

They'll be able to tell right away, she has no doubt. She's lovesick.

They’d see right through her. They're like magic love wizards in that way.

"You ready Wends?" You muse from behind her, take her hand in yours. You were currently situated in her dorm room, the two of you alone; waiting for your parents to come.

"No." She replies, but not in a sarcastic or dry way. She sounds kind of...scared.

You poke her cheek and watch as she tries and swat your hand away.

"You look a little on edge." You observe, staring at the hairs on the back of her neck.

She's a little afraid if she tells you why she's nervous for this specific meeting she'll let it slip that she might've accidentally caught feelings for you.

Ugh. Feelings.

It's come to the point where she can actually say she has feelings for you. It’s pathetic, and quite frankly sickening.

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." She grumbles, and bursts through the door; leaving you standing dumbly in her room.

"Wednesday, darling how have you been?" Her mother drawls, smile on her lips as she speaks.

"I've been good mother. Apart from the gigantic monster that's trying to kill me. Actually, I think I'm having lots of fun." Wednesday says, looking over her moms shoulder to spy on you.

Just a little bit.

You look lively, and happy. It makes her feel weird in her tummy.

"My little storm cloud, what are you looking at?" Her father asks, watching Wednesday with keen eyes. It wouldn't be obvious to anyone else, but Addams were very observatrice people, and he could tell straight away when Wednesday has lost focus.

He follows his daughters gaze to a certain werewolf. He has to blink one more time to make sure he's not seeing things.

“Oh," He smiles, soft. "I see what's going on."

Wednesday turns sharply, face impassive.

"You don't see anything." She says hotly. Too fast for her normal speech.

Her mom smirks, catching on quick.

"Oh sweetie, we think it's cute. Our little storm cloud is in love." They coo, leaning forward to whisper with Wednesday.

The black hair girl scoffs, and folds her arms in front of her chest.

"I am not in love. I do not know what you are talking about." She replies.

"Sure you don't." Pugley adds, peeping in between his parents.

Wednesday suddenly feels hot underneath their gaze. She gets up abruptly, tilts her face up in hopes for some high ground.

"You all annoy me. This is why I don't write to you." She says before turning on her heel and heading over to you.

You stare at her with curious eyes as she walks toward you. Stops in front of you, hands stiff like a soldier.

"Hey? Whatcha doing?" You ask, pat the seat next to you. She ignores the feeling of something fluttering in her stomach when you accidentally touch fingertips.

"I would like to stay here with you. If you do not mind. My parents are being...unreasonable." She says, picking her words carefully.

You chuckle, smile softly.

"Of course you can stay here Wednesday. Come, come meet my family."

Wednesday’s heart almost jumps out her chest. She's really not one to be scared easily, but this was easily one of the most intense moments of her life.

She usually didn't care if anyone didn't like her, but there was an underlying nagging feeling that told her this was important. Your family was an essential part of you, and if she wanted to win you over; she had to win over your family too.

"I can't wait."

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