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First Mother's Day

Note: I decided to do a special post in what is now my OP Men as Dads series, and do a Mother's Day headcanon/blurb post. I understand this day can be rough for some, but I hope that whether you celebrate or not, whether your mom is in your life or not, that you have a lovely day otherwise and if this isn't your cup of tea, I hope there's something else that can entertain you today. <3

If you'd like my thoughts on other OP men as dads (Shanks, Kid, Usopp, etc.), please just ask and I'll give an answer! I'll include Luffy in this despite my viewing him as a son or brother, but it probably won't be x Reader based. Requests are being worked on as well.

I am using baby Ace image to break up this and the actual content from now on lol. He's just so cute. 🥺

Ace is going to go all out for your first Mother’s Day. He’s buying flowers, candies, and cards, all from him and your daughter. Even if you tell him you don’t want anything except a quiet day at home with the two of them, he’s buying you gifts.

He’ll likely buy you a bracelet with your daughter’s name on it, or maybe a charm bracelet with her birthstone, so you can add any more in the future if/when you have more children. Ace will try to make you breakfast in bed, but he ends up burning the bacon to the point your smoke alarm goes off, and you have to open all the windows to air out the house the rest of the day (at least it’s a nice day out). He orders out breakfast from a nearby diner to make sure you have something that morning, he’ll even try to take your daughter out for a walk or to Luffy and Sabo’s place for the day to give you a break, but you insist on going along.

“You should have the day off though!”

“Ace, I don’t want a day off. Rogue is only three month’s old, and I’d much rather spend the day with you and her than alone. That’s not a fun Mother’s Day to me.”

The three of you end up at Luffy and Sabo’s place, the two uncles absolutely adoring their niece as she coos and lets them hold her without any crying or fussing. When you get home later that night, Ace watches you get Rogue ready for bed. He knew from the start that you would be a great mother, and sometimes, he just wishes his own mother was around to see it, and to meet her granddaughter.

Law has a plan that gets thrown off when your son decides to be born a week earlier than expected, on Mother’s Day itself. He still tries to do something for you, even though the original plan of taking you out for brunch and giving you a quiet day at home while you waited for your baby to be born was now out the window. He should’ve known, ever since he met Luffy all his plans go haywire at some point. At least it led to you two meeting eventually.

Once you’ve gone to sleep and your son Rosi is in the nursery at the hospital, Law slips out to quickly put something together. He has a gift for you, a mother’s ring that will fit into your wedding band, he just needs flowers, or chocolate, or something to add to it. He doesn’t really like to be cliché, but he ends up with flowers, at least they’re something pretty you can have in your hospital room and when you’re released to take your baby boy home.

The girl in the hospital gift shops tells him he looks happy, even if Law doesn’t really show it. She swears it’s just something in the way he speaks while he asks her to pull together a small bouquet for you. He is happy, beyond that actually, knowing you two have a son, you both are healthy and safe. He has a family again, his very own. The flowers and ring aren’t enough to convey his gratitude to you for giving him a family to call his own, but it’s a start. There will be plenty more times for him to do so in the future.

When Law gets back to your room, you’re awake again and in the middle of nursing your son, a nurse helping you when you need it. She notices the flowers he’s brought and leaves you both with a smile, saying she’ll come back in a few minutes.

“Where’d you get off to?”

“Had to get something,” Law comes over and presses a kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

Penguin has thought of what to do every day since your daughter Wren was born. He’s come up with multiple ways to celebrate your first Mother’s Day, but nothing seems just right to him. He’s thought of brunch, breakfast in bed, giving you a day out with your friends while he watches your daughter, or even a weekend trip away, leaving your baby with her grandparents, but nothing works out. Restaurants and diners he calls are all booked up already, you hate eating in bed because of crumbs, your friends all had plans either with their own mothers or their spouses and kids, and your own parents were out of town for the next two weeks.

He ends up with no real plans for the day and feels terrible about it as it approaches. Its going to be another normal Sunday for the three of you, he hates the idea of that because it’s your first Mother’s Day, it should be special, shouldn’t it?

When the day finally comes around, Penguin is up first, hearing Wren’s little babbles through the baby monitor, and going to pick her up. At nine-months-old she’s figured out how to stand up on her own, still no steps being taken by herself, but when she sees Penguin enter the nursery, she grins and starts bouncing up and down, holding the rail of her crib and shouting “da” over and over. It makes Penguin smile as he picks her up, kissing her chubby cheek which makes her squeal.

“Good morning, Wren! Let’s keep quiet, mommy’s still asleep, okay?”

“Da!”

He laughs a bit, lifting her up over his head to make her giggle again, as she reaches her little hands towards his face.

“You know…a great gift would be for you to say ‘mama’ for the first time, yeah?”

“Ma?”

“Yeah, you’re close! Now, just say ‘mama’.”

Wren sticks her tongue out while she tries to speak, Penguin helping her along for several minutes until she finally says something close to ‘mama’.

“Mm…ma.”

Penguin sighs a bit, but nods as he brings Wren down and kisses her cheek again, making her giggle as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“You two sure have been having fun.”

Both look to you in the doorway, no shortage of smiles among the three of you, as Wren lights up and starts to reach for you, trying to say she wants you to hold her. You both take just a moment too long to get her to you, and it makes her fuss and kick her legs a bit.

“Ma…ma!”

You didn’t even get her in your arms, you and Penguin both freezing in place for a moment while Wren continues to fuss and whine, almost in tears since you haven’t held her yet.

“Mama!”

“I—”

“Her first word!!” You quickly take Wren from Penguin and hug her close, kissing her cheeks and forehead telling her how proud you are of your little girl. “This is the best Mother’s Day gift!”

At least that worked out, even if he didn’t have a plan in mind.

Sanji wouldn’t have waited nearly a year to celebrate you as a mother if you hadn’t forced him to. With fraternal twins to now take care of and raise, you’ve both been through bouts of exhaustion and elation over the two babies you brought into the world. Sora and Angel, your precious blessings, were nearly a year old, and you’d already started planning a birthday party for them, completely ignoring the fact Mother’s Day was a few weeks prior to their turning one-year-old.

Sanji didn’t forget, he had a plan, one that included your twins scribbling away to make cards for you, though he didn’t expect the two to be so fussy about it and mark each other up more than the papers. He learned very quickly to not give babies or toddlers markers, unless they were washable. You still don’t fully realize how Sora ended up with a bright green mark over his right eye and Angel had a hot pink line down her left arm.

The rest was simple, breakfast in bed, made by your professional chef husband of course, and whatever else you wanted for the rest of the day. If you want to lay in bed and watch TV without interruption, he’d put your twins in the stroller and take them to the park. If you wanted to turn your phone off and sleep the day away, he’d take over and leave you alone until you needed anything. Whatever you want, it’s a day to celebrate you as the mother of his children, he wasn’t going to deny you anything.

But when you do tell him what you want, after finishing off breakfast, Sanji’s a bit surprised.

“Are you…sure?”

“Mm-hm,” you nod and try to keep Sora from grabbing the butter knife on the tray, making him whine while Angel slept in Sanji’s arms, “I want to spend the day with the three of you.”

“You…do that every day though, my love.”

“So?” smiling, you kiss the top of Sora’s head and watch Angel as she starts to stir awake, rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands, “You guys are my family. I hate the idea of not being with the three of you today, so I’d rather just spend it like we always do.”

Sanji nods a bit, seeming to understand, greeting Angel when she wakes up fully with a kiss to the forehead. It makes you happy to watch him with both your children, but especially your daughter. How could he ever think you’d want to spend the day alone? Not when you had these two blessings as your children and Sanji as your husband.

“We could still take these two to the park later, maybe burn off some energy so they nap at a decent time.”

“Of course! Whatever you want, my love.”

Zoro doesn’t even fully realize that its Mother’s Day until Nami says something to him. The past few weeks with your son have been exhausting for both of you, but he can’t believe he forgot that this was a thing. He has nothing planned and isn’t sure what to do. He’s running out of time, it’s literally just a few hours away before Nami offers to take you out for the day wherever the Sunny docks in the morning. Zoro will stay with your son on the ship, and you’ll get a day off from being a mom and wife, the two think it’s the best thing to give you on such short notice, though Nami does up the interest on his debt again for this.

You don’t even get to say good morning to your husband or son before Nami has dragged you off to whatever she has planned, its really just a normal girl’s day out with shopping and lunch. Most of what you buy isn’t even for you, it’s baby items that you need or clothes you think are adorable. It just ended up making you miss your son more as the day went on.

When you do get back to the ship, your son is wailing and no one has been able to calm him down, not even Zoro while he tries his hardest and lightly bounces your baby as he shushes him gently. As soon as you drop your bags you’re taking him from your husband and holding him close to calm him down.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, mommy’s here, Keitaro. I’m back.”

He slowly calms down once he realizes its you, burying his little face in your shoulder and keeping a tight grip on your shirt. When you ask Zoro what the deal was with Nami dragging you off the ship so early, before you even had the chance to hold Keitaro that day, he explains the situation and it just makes you tilt your head.

“…it’s Mother’s Day?”

You hadn’t even realized it. That just makes Zoro feel bad that it caused your son such distress, and he and Nami both apologize for not talking to you about it beforehand. They both assumed the other had discussed it with you. You didn’t really care to celebrate, all that mattered was being with your husband and son, the rest of your day spent with just the two of them.

Note 2: Out here dropping names like I didn't say I'd make a post about that at some point lol. So, the firstborns in order of character are Portgas D. Rogue, Trafalgar D. Rosinante (called Rosi cause it's too damn cute), Wren, Sora and Angel, and Roronoa Keitaro.

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kkami-writes · 8 months

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waiting for us — chapter twenty nine. girl dinner wc. 673 + 2 SS

The restaurant is quite nice, not too big and crowded but instead feeling a little more personal with smaller tables. There is plenty of people here but everything is spread out so nicely that you barely even notice. You have no aversions to food so you let Changbin order for the two of you. If he orders much more than normal for two people, you don’t call him out on it.

He’s the perfect gentlemen though, grilling all the meat and putting lots of vegetables and side dishes on your plate. It’s rather cute and you let the boy indulge a little.

“So you’re undecided right now, yeah?” Changbin breaks the silence with a question. It has you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion for a second before realizing what he was asking.

“Yeah. Honestly nothing really appeals to me right now,” You shrug, chopsticks poking at your kimchi before taking a bite.

“That’s perfectly valid. You should have seen innie during his senior year, practically pulling his hair trying to think of a major. Of course we told him he didn’t have to pick but he was pretty adamant on it for some reason,” Changbin laughs as he remembers just how panicked their maknae was before starting college.

“Well to be fair not everyone can be so talented like you. You guys were meant for the stage, that’s very clear to see,” At this he blushes and you find it so endearing how shy he is for a guy who you’d probably pay to put you in a choke hold.

The conversation lulls but it’s not uncomfortable in the slightest with Changbin happily eating and grilling, never forgetting to place food on your plate either.

The two of you talk a bit more, mostly you asking questions about 3RACHA’s producing process to which Changbin happily talks your ear off about. He invites you to come check out their own little recording studio, something you excitedly agree on.

In the end Changbin insists on paying for dinner to which you only agree if you get to pay for ice cream. He reluctantly gives in, only if that meant he got to spend more time with you. Luckily there was a little shop nearby that you two decide to walk to, enjoying the cool air of fall while he eagerly swings your conjoined hands together.

Both of you end up sharing a small cup of something chocolately. To be honest you hadn’t been paying much attention, more focused on how large Changbin’s hands felt compared to yours and hoped he couldn’t feel how clammy your palms were.

He doesn’t let go of your hand a single time, even when he’s driving you home and you don’t even have the time nor brain capacity to unpack the fact that you found it incredibly hot to watch him drive with one hand.

You have Changbin drop you off at the same corner of the street he had picked you up from, having explained that your parents didn’t really allow you to date. (Not entirely true but it was the best excuse you could come up with when the boy had asked why he couldn’t just pick you up at home).

“Bye Bin, thanks for the amazing date,” You give him a shy smile, the boy still clinging to your hand because honestly, he really didn’t want to let you go. But alas, he must. Before you slide your fingers out from his grasp he pulls it to his lips, pressing the softest kiss against your skin before letting you finally slip out of the car.

For your sake, he ignores the way your face flushes a lovely pink.

“Bye pookie!! I’ll text you later,” The nickname falls so easily from his lips and it causes you to double over in laughter. Why was it so endearing for this buff man to call you pookie?

God, you were so screwed. You think to yourself as you make your way towards your house, a dumb smile on your face.

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shoverse · 9 months

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#HWANGHYUNJIN — SUNRISE | 05:35

hwang hyunjin loves the sunrise.

he thinks it could possibly be his favourite thing ever. he loves the pale yellow of the clouds that blend so perfectly into the golden sky. he loves the morning sun that peeks lazily over the daybreak. he loves the chance, one cloudy morning and another completely clear. he loves how quiet it gets, sleepy people still tucked in bed except for him, who basks in the silence of it all. maybe he just loves being alone.

hyunjin whispers his everything into the cockcrow sun, joy and sorrow and secrets tenfold.

and when all is over, he drags his languid body to the tiny coffee shop nearby. rays of light bounce off the pretty white walls and a small bell jingles as he steps in. the barista smiles at him, and he goes to place his order, when he spots just about the prettiest person he's ever seen walk into the coffee shop. 'hi, one for y/n?'

y/n.

the name leaves a sweet taste in his mouth, sweeter than his long abandoned iced americano.

and hwang hyunjin learns to love you from afar.

he leans his head against his hand and sketches out rough guidelines for a face, the same face he's been sketching for the past few days. of course, he's never had the guts to show you. and he looks up once more, to continue drawing.

and he locks eyes with you.

and you duck back down in a split-second, and hyunjin can almost convince himself he was hallucinating.

but he finds you looking again.

and there it is, unspoken appreciation for one another.

he's hit with a burst of confidence one day, and he stands up from the couch in the back left corner of the shop, and smiles shyly.

'hi, um, i...drew you?' his voice pitches up at the end into a little squeal, and he'll probably beat himself up for it minutes from now. but you look back up at him, and his worries cease for the moment. 'aw, it's really pretty!'

hyunjin's wordless mornings are soon replaced with laughter-filled conversations. his sketchbook is still filled with his quick watercolours of the sunrise.

and then he finds his fingers interlocking with yours, pulling him up the hill and plopping yourself down next to him.

and when hyunjin watches the sunrise like he always does, for the first time he's focused on something apart from the gold in the sky. he inches his hand towards yours, and you grab it happily. when you rest your head on his shoulder, he thinks he finally realizes.

hwang hyunjin likes the sunrise better with you.

#REALLY TINY BAD THING IDK #I JUST WANTED TO WRITE FOR HJ CAUSE HES SOOOO BF #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin headcanons #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz headcanons #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons

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mochatsin · 9 months

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THE BROTHERS WITH JEALOUSY

A demon decides that it’ll be fun to flirt with the human exchange student, but the brothers won’t be so happy about this when they find out. Or a demon flirts with MC and they deal with the demon personally.

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Lucifer

Trouble seems to find you when he takes his eyes off you for a second. He asks you to wait by the halls of RAD while he clarifies something with Diavlo, only to come back to a demon flirting with you.

His pride won't allow him to admit that he’s feeling such emotions towards a lowly creature.

That doesn’t mean he would let this slide though.

He would quietly walk up behind you, and you’re only made aware of his presence when you notice the demon go pale, followed by the sudden heavy pressure in the air.

“Such conduct is unfitting and against RAD rules. Go straight to the student council’s room, I would like to have a word with you. In private.” Oh no.

You notice his sour mood and if you ask, he may be a bit passive aggressive about it at first but softens in the end. He knows that in the end, your affections lie with him.

He would kiss your hand “You can go home. I’ll be running a bit late, love. I need to remind a certain demon not to meddle with what’s mine.”

You’ll never see that demon in the halls again. Even his name in the class list disappears too.

When he finds you home in your room, he will hold you close for the rest of the night to make up for the time he spent “dealing” with that meddlesome demon.

Mammon

It’s lunch break and he tries to find you after class, only to spot a demon chatting with you. The distance between you two is way too small than he’s comfortable with.

“OI OI OI! DON'T YA THINK YOU’RE GETTIN’ TOO CLOSE?! PAWS OFF!”

Much to that demon’s annoyance, the last thing he’d want is to get on the bad side of the demon next in the line of power from Lucifer.

“YEAH YOU’D BETTER LEAVE!” He’d yell as he watched the demon walk out the classroom.

You turn to him “Mammon… he just wanted help on our upcoming essay.”

“I-I KNEW THAT! BUT THAT AIN'T AN EXCUSE FOR YOU TWO TO BE SITTIN’ R-RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!! HE SHOULD GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE!!!”

He doesn’t admit he’s jealous, but it’s way too obvious. It’s so silly that you find it kind of cute.

Though if you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation with an incubus trying to woo you, you know you can count on Mammon to protect you.

If that happens, he would guard you and make sure no demon lays a hand on you. You’re his first after all, his treasure. He won’t let anyone take you away from him that easily.

Levi

Being the Avatar of Envy? Jealousy won’t sit well with him if he spots you with another demon trying to impress you while he was out checking the new merch line up at a shop he frequents to. Coming back to this was… awful.

He’s not confrontational and even if he was, he lacks the social skills to be one.

He would think that you’re probably better off with that demon than a yucky shut-in otaku like him who only plays games.

He would sulk in his room. He won’t admit these feelings until you ask him about it. Please give him lots of hugs and reassurance afterwards.

If he finds that you’re uncomfortable with this demon's advances, he’ll get all the courage he needs to take you away from the situation. His aura gives you the impression that he won’t take no as an answer.

“H-hey! That's enough! If you don't leave them alone, I’ll make sure you get a nice good swim in the depths with Lotan!”

Would get red all over once the tension is gone, embarrassed about his behavior. What was he thinking grabbing your hand like that and saying all those words against that demon?! He can’t even face you right now.

“I think you were pretty cool back there. You’re like those protagonists in that anime we watched last night!” now cue the iconic levi scream.

Satan

You promised to meet up with Satan so you both could check out the drinks offered at the Cat’s Eye Cafe. You waited a few blocks nearby for him when a demon walked up and tried his hand at pick-up lines with you.

Some of their words were just cringy and disturbing, you felt very uncomfortable and prayed something can get you out of this.

“If you don’t leave right this instance, I’ll make you regret having the ability to speak or I'll rip your jaw from the rest of you, you half-wit filthy scum.”

You can feel the electricity from the air, seeing as Satan shooting daggers into that demon’s soul who dared get in the way of his date.

It takes your gentle touch and words to calm him down enough that he wouldn’t slaughter the poor demon on the spot (not yet at least).

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. I overheard you both and… I can’t believe the despicable words he’d dare utter to you. You’re worth more than that.”

He would give you lots of words of affection afterwards, ones that you deserve to hear. He’s glad it made you smile.

You both calmed down from the events and enjoyed the company of cats. At night though, he slips out into the streets and searches for that demon earlier.

He was glad that you stopped him from killing him earlier, because now he can bask in the joys of torturing this poor soul without any worries.

It’s safe to say you’ll never see that demon again.

Asmo

He’s not one to encounter emotions like jealousy. He’s been with demons that would have other lovers than himself after all. So why did it bother him so much when a Succubi was getting a bit too close with you today?

It happened when he grabbed drinks for the two of you at a party that you agreed to accompany him in. By the time he came back, this wench— I mean, this lady, had taken the seat next to you.

He knows that you only love him, he’d never doubt your feelings for a second. It’s just irritating to see someone else try to get their hands on you.

He’s more open about voicing out his thoughts and complaints “MC~ You promised it’s supposed to be our night! … So what is she doing in my seat?” The drop of his cheerful tone at the end is a sign of trouble.

Being famous in every magazine, club, and billboard, the succubi leaves you both to avoid trouble. Asmo turns to you being all glassy eyed and pouty.

“MC, you promise you only love me right?” he whines “I know we both look so stunning, but I don’t want any other demon to steal you away!”

He won’t stop until you give him the affection and reassurance he needs.

“I knew it! Of course, no succubi can measure up to a demon like me after all! <3”

Would post Devilgram pictures of you both (with your consent ofc) so people would know that you are off-limits.

Beel

When it comes to you, Beel can be such a soft and gentle giant or monstrous beast with an appetite for blood.

He came along with you when you went out on a food errand. You were in charge of picking up the food for tonight’s dinner, and with the portions needed to fill Beel’s stomach, you decided that you need an extra pair of hands to carry it all home.

You went back inside to fetch the last order and from the window, he can spot you getting hit on by the waiter.

An uncomfortable coil settles in the pit of his stomach when he thinks about you with another demon.

Regardless of what he wants, your happiness is always his priority even at the expense of his own. At least that’s what he thought as he saw the demon flirt with you endlessly.

The moment he sees even the smallest sign of unease from you though, he’d drop everything to get to you.

The doors would slam against the wall as you watch the giant get in between you and that waiter.

“We came here for our food. If you take too long to get it… I'm gonna have to look for something else to eat.”

Beel’s appetite has a reputation of eating anything… and anyone. The waiter immediately knew what he meant and scurried off back to the kitchen for your order (and his life).

You thank Beel and to make him feel better, you promised to give him your dessert for tonight. That immediately makes him smile.

Lucifer would demand why it took you both so long to get dinner. After Beel informs him of what happened, the waiter is either fired or the shop is shut down.

Belphie

One of his favorite napping spots is in this hidden area at the school’s garden. It’s perfect because the brothers never find him here and he can sleep undisturbed.

So he was very surprised to hear your voice here, and he assumed that you somehow managed to find him. But then he heard you talking to another demon.

Belphie at first thought it might be your classmate and maybe you’re here to study the plants blooming in the garden. Until he heard some flirtatious remarks that made both his eyes shot open. Was this guy flirting with you?

Of all the brothers, he’s the most spoiled and there’s no way that he was gonna let anyone have you. He refuses to share with anyone except Beel.

But after hearing how the conversation was going, he immediately understood why you were here. You’ve been trying to escape this demon’s advances. His mood quickly turned sour when he heard all the words coming out of that demon’s mouth. What kind of lowly demon thinks he can talk to you like that?!

You’re both surprised to see him rise from the bushes of the garden, and you could feel the deadly aura emanating from him.

“First you ruined my sleep… then you tried getting your disgusting hands on my MC… If you don’t run in five seconds, I'll make you regret it.”

With his reputation, sometimes it’s hard to believe how intimidating Belphie could be but only a fool would want to cross him. The demon leaves in a hurry, and he invites you to rest in the gardens together.

He would demand to be spoiled and want all your attention. He’ll be pouty until you let him rest on you like a pillow.

“Heh, is this my reward for saving you earlier? I’m glad I was here then. But don’t tell my brothers about this hiding spot okay? It’s our little secret”

He’ll eventually tell Barbatos about it, to report about that demon’s “indecent behavior” towards the exchange student. The demon never dared to lay a finger on you again.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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adobe-outdesign · 1 month

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Kung Fu Panda 4 Rewrite Thing

Been chewing on this movie for a while now and wanted to take a shot at improving it. Some parts are a bit rough but I think this gets the general idea across.

As a rule, I'm trying to keep most of the characters and elements/plot beats in place rather than spinning things off in a completely unrelated direction. I also am aware of the restrictions placed on this movie, such as an unwillingness to rehire high-profile VAs and runtime limitations. This is just meant to be a "what if" kind of thing. That said:

We open with a stylized sequence of Po telling the story of his and the Five's latest battle. As it ends it's revealed he's at the grand opening of Mr. Ping's brand new bigger, better noodle shop location, talking to the customers.

As one of them asks where the Five are now, Po explains that they got summoned to their own individual missions, but they'll be back soon.

(Yes I am still having them be MIA, as Po needs to be alone with Zhen for part of the movie. However, they'll only gone for the first part of this rewrite and for a very specific plot-related reason.)

(The thing with Po needing to give up his title of Dragon Warrior makes no sense for multiple reasons, so let's just drop that plot point entirely. I get that it's meant to tie into the "change" moral, but I'd rather have Po imparting this lesson onto Zhen instead of learning it himself, as otherwise it undermines the character growth he had in 3.

Also, Po isn't carrying the staff around with him constantly in this rewrite, as it looks a bit silly and isn't plot relevant here.)

A messenger shows up to report that the Jade Palace is under attack. Po decides to rush over just in case Shifu needs backup... which he does, because he's being kidnapped in a small one of those magic-proofed cages from the actual film.

(Shifu being kidnapped was tossed around in the writing room originally and I want to keep it in this rewrite because it A) gives Shifu something to do, and B) I want to allow Zhen to openly be working with the Chameleon in order to help flesh out her character and avoid the lackluster plot twist, meaning she'll need new leverage against Po later on.)

The figure behind the kidnapping appears to be Master Elephant, which confuses Po as he's been missing for several months. Right as he's about to land a finishing blow, the figure shape shifts into Master Chicken, throwing Po's attack and resulting in him getting a bad head injury. He does his best to pursue the attackers, but can't keep up. Dismayed, he returns to the Jade Palace...

...And finds Zhen trying to steal something, using the commotion outside as a distraction. Po fights, but he's still badly injured and can't give it his all, resulting in Zhen being able to slip away with her prize—a dust bunny from under the furniture. Po is baffled.

(Side note: I would probably redesign Zhen so she actually looks like she matches the other characters' style, but I digress.)

Feeling dismayed, he returns to the noodle shop, where both his dads work on treating his wounds and comforting him. As Po explains what happened, Mr. Ping mentions that customers have been circulating rumors about a shapeshifting sorceress in Juniper City. Po decides that that's where he needs to go, promises his dads he'll be safe, and leaves.

(I'm cutting Mr. Ping and Li's subplot, because as much as I love them they don't really add much to the plot. It also feels like it goes against Mr. Ping's characterization in KFP 1 and 2 in particular.)

This is where we can have the scene of the Chameleon vs. the crime bosses. This can mostly stay the same except one of the bosses attempts to attack her when she shape shifts, causing her to retaliate with a magic-based attack. She also needs to straight-up kill the guy to establish her and her sorcery as a legit threat.

Po arrives at the Happy Bunny tavern to look for a ride to Juniper City. As he talks to Fish and Chip, he notices Zhen nearby doing some black market trading with Granny Boar to obtain a white feather. Po confronts her and she tries to run out with the feather, causing the boar family to pursue in a big fight scene.

Po and Zhen manage to escape, Zhen stashing the feather. Po threatens to have her sent to jail, but Zhen confirms she's working for the Chameleon and can lead Po to her so he can rescue Shifu. Po dislikes this situation, but has no choice but to agree.

(Unlike in the actual film, I would make it so her lair is hidden in some fashion; magic that keeps it camouflaged would be appropriate for a chameleon, or it could be underground or hidden behind something. Regardless, it should be impossible to locate without Zhen's assistance.)

On the boat ride over to Juniper city, Zhen says that she has to "obtain" one more item from the local history museum or she'll be in big trouble with the Chameleon. Po doesn't like this detour, but once again has no choice in the matter.

Po asks why Zhen would want to work for someone so obviously evil, and this is the point where Zhen admits she was adopted by the Chameleon and we get her backstory.

(I would establish that the Chameleon has an actual name, but only Zhen uses it. It shows that Zhen is closer to her than most, not quite seeing her as a mother but not fearing her enough to use her preferred title. Also, the Chameleon's the only KFP villain without a proper name and that bothers me.)

The backstory can be the same, but the part about her living on the streets and meeting the Chameleon for the first time should be merged into a single flashback.

Zhen says that Po couldn't understand, but Po reveals that he's also adopted, and that he probably would commit some noodle-related crime if his dad asked him to. Still, Zhen insists that people don't change, and that includes her.

They arrive at Juniper city (Po is impressed at its size but he very much is not acting like he's never seen a city before). Zhen covers up her muzzle and tucks her tail under her clothes so she won't be recognized.

Zhen is ready to break into the museum, but Po says that he's got this and goes up to the guards to tell them that he has some official Dragon Warrior business to take care of and will need to borrow some ancient artifacts.

Unlike in the actual film, everyone ready acknowledges him as the Dragon Warrior. The guards are more than happy to loan him whatever he needs... until Zhen's tail pops out and the guards recognize her, prompting them to attack.

During the scuffle, Zhen uses a chi blast to knock back one of the guards, but almost gets taken out by the other guard coming up behind her. Po defends her but gets mildly injured as a result.

After the fight, Po asks about the chi move and Zhen states that the Chameleon taught her the basics.

Zhen confirms that the Chameleon is a master of chi, and that the sorcery she uses is a specific type of chi manipulation.

(The reason I'm connecting chi to her powers is that it makes them feel a bit less out of left field, and helps 4 feel like a logical progression from 3.)

Zhen admits that she's not very good at using chi, but Po points out that it took him years to use chi in battle. He also compliments her on her kung fu, and she confirms she's self-taught.

(In this rewrite, Zhen is good at fighting but not quite at the level she is in the actual movie. This is to address the issue of who taught her if the Chameleon doesn't know kung fu.)

He takes a moment to give her a few pointers, which causes her to ask why he took that blow for her earlier, figuring there's a catch. Po just says it's the right thing to do, but Zhen is skeptical, figuring he only did it because he still needs her to lead him to Shifu.

The reminder of Shifu prompts Po to move on, and they grab the item Zhen was after, a 500 year old set of blades, then run for it.

Po and Zhen arrive at the Chameleon's lair, and Zhen shows Po how to get inside and tells him where Shifu is being held. She says that she'll take the items to the Chameleon, which will distract her while Po breaks him out. Po thanks her, and the two separate. Zhen warns him of booby traps on the way out.

There are indeed booby traps, such as those saw contraptions from the actual movie and a bunch of guards. It takes Po a few minutes, but he eventually gets through them.

Po finds Shifu being held in a dark room. Shifu is glad to see him, but warns him to be careful as the Chameleon's likely not far away. Po explains Zhen's distraction and moves to free him... only for a cage to fall down and trap him as well.

"Shifu" is then revealed to be the Chameleon in disguise, who slips through the bars via shape shifting into a mantis and thanks Zhen for her help. Zhen apologizes to Po, who's naturally upset ("I mean, I know you were evil, but I didn't think you were THAT evil").

Zhen hands over the three items she collected, and it's confirmed what they are: a dust bunny that contains a clump of Tai Lung's fur, a feather from Lord Shen, and a pair of blades once wielded by Kai.

Po mistakenly interprets this as the Chameleon being a collector of kung fu memorabilia and tries to chat about the Jade Palace's collection, much to her bafflement.

The Chameleon explains that a trace of a person's chi remains long after their death, and demonstrates by doing The Tongue Thing on Kai's blade, stripping its chi, and immediately taking his form.

(As you may have picked up on, this rewrite removes the spirit world elements entirely. While they are really interesting, I think cutting them is the best option because:

1. There is so much plot involved with bringing Po's old enemies back that you could make that an entire movie in and of itself. It's hard to do it justice when you're cramming it in around the edges of this movie.

2. It makes the Chameleon too similar to Kai in terms of abilities.

3. Having her rely on stealing other's kung fu makes her come across as weak despite being a powerful sorceress.)

Po asks her if her goal is to take over China, but she says no; she just wants to end the practice of kung fu for good, and prove that sorcery is the superior option. To prove it, she has Shifu brought in.

While having your chi stripped does not remove one's kung fu abilities in this rewrite, it is still removing part of one's life energy and thus weakening them severely for a period of time—ergo, Shifu is still unable to fight at his best. Still, he manages to hold his own.

Instead of using kung fu, the Chameleon relies on the brute animalistic strength and inherent abilities of the forms she takes, switching whenever she's loosing to keep her opponents on her toes and even transforming into Shifu himself for a period. She also uses a few chi-based attacks.

Just when it looks like Shifu is about to win the fight, she uses her tongue to strip the chi from the fur clump, taking the form of Tai Lung. Shifu is so shocked and distraught that he fails to attack, allowing the Chameleon to land a serious blow.

She returns to her original form and states that when the blood moon has risen, she will battle and take down every master in the middle of Juniper city, where everyone can learn just how useless kung fu and the people who teach it are. She leaves Po in his cage panicking over Shifu, who's unresponsive.

Zhen follows the Chameleon outside, where we get the "does the blood moon always rise so slowly" gag. Noticing that Zhen looks troubled, she asks what's wrong, and Zhen talks about how Po encouraged her to do the right thing. Even though she's been told that kung fu masters are elitist, selfish people, she couldn't see any of that in Po.

(Side note: I want to establish in this rewrite that while the Chameleon will claim up and down that Zhen is only a pawn for her to use, she does care about her to some extent, even though probably loathes the fact she does. For example, when talking to Zhen here, she might pick some rubble out of her fur or something to show there's a teeny tiny bit of actual affection hidden there.

The reason for this is that all other KFP villains have had an emotional anchor—Shifu for Tai Lung, Shen's parents for Shen, and Oogway for Kai. The Chameleon being abusive but having some real love for Zhen and Zhen struggling with her gaslighting adds a lot more depth to both of them.)

The Chameleon finally reveals her backstory, which should be told in a hyper-stylized way à la the flashbacks in KFP 2 and 3. Just like Zhen, she grew up on the streets as an orphan, broke and starving. She admired kung fu greatly and wanted to learn it, but everyone turned her away for having no money to pay for lessons.

One day, she found a shiny jade amulet on the streets that someone lost, finally giving her a much-needed break. She is able to use that money to enroll in classes.

The problem was that while the money changed her financial status, it didn't change the way people saw her. Her master still considered her a lowly gutter rat and treated her as such, verbally insulting her and beating her down during training sessions. It's very much like how Shifu treated Po in KFP 1, except worse, especially because the Chameleon is a small and fragile animal.

Finally, during one training session she became too injured to move. Her master told her to quit and started to walk away, only for her to grab his leg with her tongue to trip him up. However, at the peak of her self-loathing, she instead discovered her chi stealing abilities and transformed into him. It's not shown, but it is implied she killed him.

As the flashback ends, the Chameleon shifts into Zhen and tells her that no matter how much you change, you can't change the way other people see you. Siding with Po, she says, will only get her hurt. Zhen nods and unexpectedly hugs the Chameleon, telling her she knows, and runs off.

Cutting back to Po, we see him frantically trying to break the bars of his cage. Zhen comes forward and drops down on her hands and knees, apologizing for everything. Po says that she came back, and that's what matters.

She reveals that the "hug" was actually just a way for her to get the key off of the Chameleon, and she uses it to unlock Po's cage. Po runs over to Shifu and he and Zhen heal him with chi, and we get a callback to the "I'M NOT DYING YOU IDIOT" scene from KFP 1.

However, while Shifu's not dying, he is very badly injured and can barely walk on his own. Po asks how they can take on the Chameleon and her army with just three of them, but Zhen holds up the key and suggests they get an army of their own.

Running downstairs, Zhen reveals where the other masters are being held. To Po's shock, the Furious Five are among those captured. Tigress confirms that the summons they received were traps laid by the Chameleon, and she already has their forms.

Also down there are the other crime bosses, as it feels like they just disappear in the actual film after their scenes.

Zhen only manages to unlock the Five's cages before before the Chameleon snatches the key back with her tongue, revealing that she knew Zhen was lying to her. Behind her, her army assembles.

Tigress confirms that that the Five will take on the army, and Po faces off with the Chameleon one-on-one. She strips the feather and uses Shen's form to fly up and take the upper ground, trying to kick a cage onto him. Zhen helps deflect it, and the Chameleon tells her to stay out of the way. Po and her continue to battle.

Despite Po's best attempts at blocking it, she does finally stick him with her tongue. He grabs it and throws her a distance in her fragile base form, injuring her but still giving her some of his chi in the process.

The Chameleon takes on Po's form next, and we get a fight similar to the one in the movie, though once again with her using less kung fu and more magic and physical attacks.

She mentions how she was rejected and tries to tell him that he should be on her side, because a bit fat panda like him must have been treated just as badly as she was. Po denies this, but Shifu admits it's pretty accurate. Po says he's not helping.

Po admits that she has a point, except she forgot one thing, and we get a callback to the "I'm THE big fat panda" moment from KFP 1.

The two attack at the same time. As the dust clears, it's revealed that neither are doing great—Po has gotten a lot of little injuries and the chi stealing has weakened him. The Chameleon is struggling to shapeshift at all, with the attempt causing her pain, and instead settles for trying to blast him. Zhen steps in and manages to redirect the attack back at her.

The Chameleon takes the blow and ends up back on the floor as a parallel to her flashback. Zhen reaffirms that she disagrees with her worldview—people can change, and she's going to prove it. If the Chameleon wants get to Po, she'll need to get through her first.

The Chameleon kind of laughs this off at first before realizing she's dead serious. She states that Zhen isn't even good at fighting, but Po disagrees, giving Zhen a confidence boost. The Chameleon struggles to her feet as if readying an attack, everyone braces themselves... and she surrenders, too injured to fight and unable to bring herself to hurt Zhen.

(There are a few reasons why I think her surrendering makes for an interesting defeat here:

1. There's no spirit realm portal to yeet her into in this version;

2. There's only so many times Po's enemies can be yeeted directly into the spirit realm before it gets old;

3. It adds character depth, and;

4. It ties back nicely in to the theme of change and that it's never too late to do the right thing.)

Zhen helps the Chameleon up, Tigress does the same for Po, and Monkey does the same for Shifu. The five reveal that despite being exhausted, they still managed to wipe the floor with the Chameleon's army, which Zhen thinks is incredible. Po introduces Zhen to them formally, and Shifu asks if they can save the introductions for after they get medical treatment.

Later on, Po (carrying the staff Oogway gave him) approaches Zhen, who's sitting under the peach tree by the Jade Palace. He asks her if she's doing okay after everything that's happened. She says she's alright, but is pretty scared of what's going to happen next, given that the Chameleon's in jail and she has nowhere to go.

Po reveals that him and Shifu have been talking, and he plans to open a new school as part of the Jade Palace that will offer free kung fu lessons to anyone who's interested in learning. Zhen asks if there are any spots open, and we end similar to the actual movie, with her training alongside the five.

the credits still end with the Jack Black cover of Baby One More Time because it slaps

#kung fu panda #kfp #kung fu panda 4 #kfp 4 #po #shifu #zhen #the chameleon #outdesign posts things #outdesign attempts to write #been chewing on zhen and the chameleon's characters like a dog with a new toy #apparently tumblr removed the ability to add sub bullets so sorry if this is a wall of text. hopefully the images help a bit

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 6 months

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Are there any "small town Christmas" Sterek stories? You know, since we are coming up on that time on lifetime?

Hi @naturalsneak! You sent this in a looooong time ago. So sorry about that. But it's come back around to that Lifetime/Hallmark movie time again so here it is. Better late then never?

How the Sourwolf Stole Christmas by Miserable_Swine

(1/1 I 2,139 I General)

Stiles tells the Pack a story about the Sourwolf, a cranky, solitary creature who attempts to thwart the public's Christmas plans by stealing Christmas gifts and decorations from the homes of the nearby town of Beacon Hills on Christmas Eve.

Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 5,470 I Teen)

Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it's Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

(Not) Dreaming of a White Christmas by DuckInterpreter

(1/1 I 8,452 I General)

Stiles is stuck in a blizzard, broken down, and lost. But maybe he's going to end up exactly where he was meant to be.

Coming Home for Christmas by Kampffussel

(1/1 I 16,432 I Explicit)

Stiles is forced to take days off of work over christmas and he decides to spent the holidays back in Beacon Hills. He expects everything but not a flirty Deputy that is way out of his league. And his last case is definitely not going to bite him in the ass on Christmas eve, or is it? Stiles life is a joke to the universe, he is sure.

(or: the one where Stiles goes home for Christmas and finds himself a boyfriend)

Mistletoe Never Lies by CarolineLahey

(8/8 I 19,220 I Explicit)

Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren't so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his "boyfriend", he figures that buys him a little peace. He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.

Cupboard Love by mklutz

(2/2 I 32,682 I General)

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

Playing Cupid by 13luckystars

(9/? I 38,439 I Teen)

Years after graduating from Beacon Hills High School and moving away from the small town, Stiles is going back for his Christmas assignment from work. The most unsettling part is that he is going to be spending a lot of time with Derek Hale, who he hasn't seen since he graduated, and his twin daughters.

Please Come Home for Christmas by midnitekween

(15/15 I 80,915 I Explicit)

Derek spends the Christmas season with Stiles, but the last time he checked they weren't married with kids...

This is Gonna Take Me Down by CharWright5

(14/14 I 123,386 I Explicit)

Deputy Derek Hale had gone into December believing his biggest issue would be ignoring that giant holiday at the end of it. But with only days left before Christmas, he's now dealing with a meddling sister, a vigilante group killing Supernatural creatures, finding out his partner isn't quite human, and his ex showing up outta nowhere after disappearing three years ago without an explanation. Happy freaking holidays indeed.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #parallel universe #christmas fic #college au #firefighter!derek

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ellieromanov · 6 months

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Wasted flowers. N.R x Y/n

First fic on tumblr, let me know your thoughts and requests are always open.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: angst

Summery:

Y/n and Natasha are soulmates, they are perfect for each other, but life always has different plans.

Natasha’s point of view

Y/n and I met by chance and dumb luck. We were young and naïve, so clueless of the world and the cruelties it held, yet we thought we knew so much. It was spring in New York, I couldn't tell you the year but if you lived here during this particular spring, you would remember. It was the one when all the trees of Central Park blossomed with small flowers, the birds sang their song from dawn into the late hours of evening, and the breeze held a freshness that the city hadn't seen in centuries.

On this particular day I had wanted to clean up my apartment and make it feel more homely. After hours of picking the place up, rearranging furniture, and hanging up decorations it started to feel more like a home rather than a simple place to sleep. The last thing it was missing was a touch of greenery so I made my way to "Michael's Floral Design" to pick out a bouquet to set in the kitchen and maybe a few house plants.

I had pasted this flower shop on 85th St. nearly every single day on the commute to the tower but never really thought twice about it. I can still remember walking to the shop that day and getting red just at the thought of the 'big scary black widow' walking out of a flower shop with a bouquet of colorful flowers in hand. I can't remember why it embarrassed me so much. But I remember by the time I had arrived to the shop I didn't seem to care anymore, I was to mesmerized by all the colors to care.

I remember reading the name of every flower I saw and paying attention to every detail of every bouquet that was on display. And while I was browsing, the shopkeepers bell rang as someone entered the store, that someone being Y/n. Her hair was shorter back then and she looked much younger of course. I still remember the sweater she had on too. It was a knitted sweater that had so many layers of colors it was almost distracting, which was obviously a stark contrast to myself who was wearing all black. Little did I know that that sweater would eventually become my favorite years later.

I can't remember how we started talking but I'd like to think she was just charmed by me, but knowing Y/n she probably saw how confused I looked from across the store and decided to take pity on me. She helped me pick the flowers and I ended up leaving the store with more than I had planned on.

That night, for the very first time my apartment felt more inviting and and warm than it ever had in the past. What a simple difference flowers could make.

The next time we met it was a few months later in the fall at French bakery. I was sitting at a nearby table waiting for the worker to call my name for my coffee and breakfast when, again, the shopkeepers bell rang and in walked the same girl from the flower shop, only now her hair was slightly longer and died a darker color. But her face looked the same. This time She wore a black beret, a grey sweater and a white and black polkadot skirt. Not as colorful as she dressed earlier in the spring and I can remember wondering if maybe something had happened in between those times to have made her stop wearing so much color, or maybe she was just following along with the seasons. Either way I wasn't going to ask.

She walked up to the counter to place her order and as she was going to grab a seat to wait for her order to be called, I gave her a small wave. The smile she gave me as she walked to my table is one I'll never forget. This time I think I actually did charm her because we ended up staying at this bakery for hours just talking away. I didn't want to leave. I got her phone number that day.

After that we started talking on a regular basis, we'd text each other nearly every day and we'd plan to meet up when we could. It was later that November when she asked me on an official date. How was I meant to turn her down?

We went on a walk through her neighborhood, I remember it was cold and all the leaves had already fallen off the trees and the sun was starting to set much earlier, but I couldn't have cared less, because Y/n was the most wonderful girl I had ever met. She was smart, and witty and she was insanely funny, she made me laugh harder than I had ever laughed in my whole life. And she was gorgeous and kind and soft and she was so humble. It was a nice contrast from everything I was. We balanced each other out nicely.

During this walk through her neighborhood she stopped and greeted every shop owner, every child, and every neighbor with a smile as if she had known them her whole life, and maybe she did, I forgot to ask.

Later that night I walked her to her front door and she invited me in. Her appointment was colorful and crowded with little trinkets she had collected through out the years, art hanging on the walls, plants in every corner, and a bouquet of flowers on her kitchen counter. I ended up staying there that night.

The fall had come and gone and missions were slow, I think everything felt slow when I wasn't with Y/n, my days felt endless and my nights were torturous without her, but looking back now, I kind of wish things felt slow even when I was with her, that would mean I would've gotten more time to appreciate her and love her.

That December she invited me to spend the holidays with her and her family, I of course said yes. That was my first "real" Christmas, we had the food, the films, the decorations and the presents. Y/n's family was incredible, although nothing alike. They were loud and chaotic, unlike Y/n who was soft spoken and patient but it made sense. It was clear how much they all loved each other. The way Y/n and her siblings would interact and bicker always made me laugh and the love her parents had for each other made my heart full. Even though Y/n and I hadn't been dating long, her family took me in like I was their own.

The new year had flown by quickly, winter had pasted and so did the spring. I learned so much about her. I learned how much she loved to paint, and she loved to cook, and she loved playing her piano, of course she did, she was a composer. And I quickly learned how much I love, her. It was that summer that we had said it for the first time. We were drinking white wine on her balcony watching the sun slowly set when she said it. I didn't even think twice before saying it back.

When the next spring had approached we had moved in together, a small apartment in downtown Brooklyn, it was perfect, it was us.

A few months later Y/n got a dog, a Great Dane named Frodo. Of course out of any dog she could have picked she chose the horse. Frodo was the dumbest dog I've ever met but god was he lovable.

Y/n and I had our daily routines, we'd wake up, I'd start getting ready while Y/n started breakfast. Some days she'd make it herself, others she'd take Frodo on a walk to the bakery, and when she'd go to the bakery she'd also stop by the flower shop to pick up flowers as well. She'd get home, we'd eat, then she'd start getting ready while I cleaned up. And We always had to give at least five minutes of love and affection to Frodo before we left for work for the day.

When we'd get home, we'd take Frodo an another walk through the park then stop by the market to pick up anything we may have ran out of through out the week. We'd get home and start dinner. Y/n was always the better cook but I did what I could to help without screwing it up. We'd finish dinner then have a glass of wine together on the balcony and talk about our days. Once the sun would set we'd go back inside and normally watch a film together, but sometimes she'd work on her latest Composition at the piano or she would keep working on her painting while I read to her. This was our day-to-day lives, and just how perfect it was.

It was June of the next year when Y/n had brought up the idea of marriage. I agreed with her without a doubt, how could I not? Y/n was my other half. We'd been together for nearly 5 years. We never had an official proposal, I never got down on one knee with a ring, and neither did she, we just started planning. We didn't need anything extravagant for it to be special, we just needed each other.

Time seemed to be moving so fast and before I knew it, it was already late fall again. This fall had been different from the others, Y/n didn't seem as present as she normally was, she seemed so lost in her own thoughts. At first it didn't worry me, she had a lot going on with work, she had just gotten a promotion at the symphony she worked for so there was a lot of new changes and responsibilities.

But Y/n had started to forget more frequently too. She'd often forget what she had been doing only moments before and she'd forget what she wanted to say in the middle of our conversations. And for awhile I just thought it was all just work related stress.

But only a month later, Y/n was sent home on paid leave after having "an episode." She accused a coworker of stealing one of her books on composition arts that was important for a project she was working on. She forgot that she had happily loaned him the book just two days prior.

Y/n cried so hard that night, she didn't know why she didn't remember loaning the book. She was so frustrated. I suggested that we go to the doctors and that's what we did.

Stage three brain cancer.

The tumor was against the part of the brain that affects memory.

We walked out of that doctors office that day hand in hand. We were meant to go in and figure out what was going on then go home to get ready for one of Stark's Christmas parties but we didn't think that the diagnosis would be anything serious. We thought they'd tell us that she was just stressed and needed more rest, not that she had cancer that's causing early onset dementia. We both decided to keep it a secret.

That winter we spent half of the holidays with her family and the other half with the team at Clint a Laura's. Y/n had admitted to me that being around the team was less stressful than her family simply because she didn't want her family to notice something was wrong.

The holidays went by smoothly and Y/n started treatments. She was able to start working again later that march. When we got the diagnostic I asked Furry to cut down on my hours so I could be with her more often. He agreed to assign me to fewer missions.

That year passed by before we knew it. In all craziness we both dropped the idea of marriage until things had settled.

Frodo was getting older, he had silver down his back and around his eyes, he was getting slower at night too. We still walked him twice a day and would even bring him with us when we would meet with friends. He was always the bestest boy.

Y/n and I still had our daily routines, wake up, get ready and eat breakfast. Except for one time in particular, Y/n had wanted to go to the bakery with Frodo since it had been awhile since we had last went. 30 minutes went by and they weren't back, I called her but she didn't answer the phone. When I went to check her location she was almost in Jackson heights in Queens which was a 40 minute subway ride away. The bakery was only a 10 minute walk away.

I had gotten in the car to go pick her up. I was furious. When I had finally gotten to her she just cried in my arms.

And after that point Y/n's affliction only worsened. She stopped remembering things during her rehearsals with the orchestra and her compositions were in shambles, none of her music or writing made sense. She'd get awful headaches too. Every other night she'd cry herself to sleep because of the pain.

The second time there was an incident she was sent home on permanent medical leave. She was devastated. So was I. Some days I'd get the Y/n who would sing in the kitchen while she cooked us dinner, the Y/n who would sit on the balcony and paint, the Y/n who would joke about our unborn children, and the Y/n who could turn every negative into a positive... other days I'd get a stranger.

Her family was devastated when we finally told them, they started visiting from Seattle as often as the could after that.

Three years passed far to quickly and Y/n only got worse. Her memory was fading fast and the pain in her head only got worse. The worst was when I'd get mad at her like when she'd try to go on walks by herself or when she'd try to cook for herself. I couldn't do anything without her and she couldn't do anything without me. We eventually needed to give Frodo to the Barton's so they could take care of him and I asked furry to take me off the mission list all together so I could just do SHIELD work from home.

This brings us to two years ago. Y/n's memory didn't worsen to much since the worst of it, she still remembered exactly who I was and most of the time she understood what was going but she was so weak, most months consisted of multiple trips to the hospital where she'd be kept for a few nights. But towards the end of it, even her strongest medications couldn't help with the pain.

I remember we started using the spoon theory and color system not long after this. To get through our days we'd make a list of things we wanted to do. First Y/n had to give her color. Green Days were good days, she could get out of bed, take a walk, make dinner, paint, play her piano, etc. Yellow days she'd stay in our room or maybe the living room and sleep, maybe watch something on tv or read a book. And red days were the worst of them. She couldn't get out of bed, she couldn't eat, sleep, or talk. she couldn't do anything but lay there. Those were the worst.

But on green or yellow days we'd make a list of what we wanted to do. Each activity on the list took up a certain amount of energy, and Y/n only had so many spoon fulls of energy to give, that's why the call it the spoon theory. It just helped us do things without Y/n getting burned out.

The last hospital trip we went on she was kept for over a month, machines and wires where hooked up to her to make sure her heart didn't stop. It was so unexpected. The doctors didn't really understand how her health decreased in such a short amount of time. But they understood that my girl was in pain and they tried everything they could to stop that pain.

I believe deep down Y/n knew something the rest of us didn't, I think she knew it was her time, she was so tired and she was hurting and she was ready.

"Natasha."

"I'm sorry we didn't get married."

"I'm sorry we didn't have kids."

"I'm sorry that I can't remember all the time."

"I'm sorry we didn't get the life we wanted."

"I tried. I tried to get better but it hurts so much."

The Barton's would visit weekly, so would stark and other members of the team as well as Y/n's parents.

But I was the one who didn't leave her side. I was there through it all. I was there when she would sob in pain, I was there when she'd forget who our family's were. I was there when she wouldn't sleep for days on end. I was always there.

People often ask me if I regret it, being with her, falling in love with her, meeting her. I always tell them the same thing. Never.

I'd do it a thousand times over again if it meant I got to fall in love with her all over again. Fall in love with her smile and her laugh and her love of flowers, pastries, dogs, music and art. I'd do it all again if it meant that was a promise, that I'd be able to have my girl.

12/30/1992 - 11/11/2018

Y/n Y/l/n

Friend • daughter • sister • lover

Life goes on. two years have slipped away since Y/n has been gone. I’m not able to look at flowers the same anymore. They used to represent her spirit, colorful and lively. But now they mirror her paintings, cracked paint on a Canvas, the echo of her piano that’s lost it’s tune, or that one spring in the city all those years ago. flowers are just fleeting moments of a beauty that slip through our fingers like everything else. my world is quieter without her, and flowers, now seem like an attempt to hold onto moments that inevitably slip away.

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 3 months

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Will you be my girlfriend?

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 14 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

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It was the day after you arrived that the boys helped you move into what would now be your new apartment. Chan had set up the entire thing before you even got on the plane, insisting on dealing with the first month of the rent considering it was a kind of high-end apartment.

It was one you never would have chosen for yourself, even though the proximity to nearby bus stops and shopping areas was nice, and the high security made it safe for the boys to not worry about crazy fans. But you had half a mind to ask for Chan to help you find an apartment nearby but somewhat more affordable for you.

Chan hadn’t even let you voice your worries before he was already reassuring you.

“It’s all on company budget. You’re our soulmate, it’s unavoidable that you’d be spending a lot of time around us, and it’s less of a hassle if you’re not entering or leaving the building all the time.”

You had a feeling the only reason the company cared was probably because they wanted to avoid the media finding out about you. But you were also grateful for not having to be in the public eye. After all, it wasn’t just Stray Kids that currently resided in the building, and you wanted to avoid your face or name being speculated as someone important to any of the multiple idols or actors that may or may not live in the area. Hell, you wanted to avoid being in the public eye at all.

It was that idea, along with the fact that your own apartment wasn’t nearly as expensive as the boys’, that made it easy for you to accept the living arrangements with no fuss.

Your apartment was 3 floors below the boys, with a singular bedroom, one bathroom, and a small area that counted as both a kitchen and a laundry room. It was small, but it was cozy, and you weren’t quite planning on spending much time in it if you were honest. Not when, as Jeongin carried in your suitcase and Felix tried explaining the laundry machine settings to you, Chan slipped two sets of keys into your hands.

“The first one is your apartment keys. I made a copy in case you lose it, it’s in our kitchen drawer if you ever need it. The other two are the keys to our dorms.”

And it was left at that.

Felix rested his chin on your shoulder, hand reaching around you to swipe the keys out of your hands and dangle one of them in front of your eyes. “This one is ours. Remember it, you’ll probably be using it a lot more than the other two.”

“Hey!”

Jisung tried to pull you away from his sunshine twin, but Felix wrapped an arm around your waist, letting out a laugh as the sudden resistance caused Jisung to rebound back towards you. The rapper had to grab onto the kitchen counter to avoid barreling into you. He let out a huff.

“Maybe they’ll want to spend more time in our dorm. We’re the cool ones, after all.”

“You guys don’t even spend time in your own dorm most of the time. You’re always at the studio, or the gym,” Jeongin countered.

“And even when you’re here, you guys spend more time in our dorm with us,” Felix added, his deep voice resonated in your ear, making your arms break out in goosebumps.

Jisung spluttered. “Lies! Slander! I’m being tag teamed by these two. Hyung, can you believe this?”

Chan laughed but made no move to intervene.

“Hyung!”

-0-0-

It took less than an hour for you to unpack all your belongings. The boys had decided to give you some space, and you used the opportunity to finally take a moment to yourself, settling yourself against your new bed. Rain splattered against the window, and you stared at the drops for a moment. Your body hummed, something you hadn’t noticed the first time you had been around the boys but was now hard to ignore. You felt light. You felt happy.

God, you hated that your mom was right.

The thought of your mom and dad had you longing to talk to them, but it was the middle of the night for them. You sent them a message, telling them you missed them and asking to talk later that night, and then you sent a quick message to the group chat.

Soulmates

Y/N I’m done packing. Anyone want to hang out?

You took a quick shower and changed into something comfortable, since you weren’t planning on leaving the building just yet. You were still a bit jet lagged, and didn’t have the energy to go out, but hanging out with one of the boys and getting to know them better seemed like the perfect way to spend your day. You checked your phone to see 3 unread messages.

Soulmates

Felix Me! Seungmin I’m free Felix want to watch a movie? Y/N Didn’t we already have movie night yesterday?

You got a reply instantly.

Soulmates

Felix we never got to finish it everyone fell asleep :( Y/N Woops. My bad Felix what do you say, Seungmin? want to finish watching the movie with us? Hyunjin Hey, what about me? We’re supposed to finish watching that movie together! Felix fine, we can watch another movie or maybe a series? hey babe, do you like anime? Y/N Babe? Felix oh, do you not like that? do you prefer sweetheart? Honey? Y/N (,,>__<,,) Is it hot in here or is it just me? Jisung Wow, Yonbok is the rizz master Jeongin First this morning, now this? Hyunjin Wait, what happened this morning? Jisung Just Yonbok stealing away our girlfriend Jeongin Girlfriend? Jisung … I mean … aren’t they? Y/N Technically none of you have actually asked me to be your girlfriend, so I guess im still single?

The group chat went suspiciously quite for the next few minutes as you gathered your apartment keys and sent a quick text directly to Felix to let him know you were on your way up.

He sends you nothing more than a simple ‘ok’ and you found yourself concluding that the boys were probably freaking out in their own personal group chat. The next message came through just as you got of the elevator on Felix’s floor.

Seungmin Do you mind if I join you and Felix for your movie night? Y/N Of course not!

You walked up to the boys’ dorm, taking a moment to double check the apartment number that Chan had sent you earlier so you wouldn’t forget, and then you had a moment where you stared down at the keys and felt yourself hesitate. You switched back over to Seugmin’s chat.

Y/N Hey, I’m outside Do you mind letting me in? Seungmin I’ll be there in a sec Don’t you have a key? Y/N I do Seungmin So why don’t you use it? Y/N Maybe I just want to see your pretty face

The door opened, and a shy looking Seungmin waved you in. You waited until he closed the door behind you before you wrapped you arms around him, and he didn’t hesitate to slip his own arms around your shoulders and pull you in closer. You let out a soft hum. Even though it had only been that morning that you had last seen him, you felt like you had never really gotten a moment to just be close to the singer.

In fact, you were pretty sure this was the first time you had ever been completely alone with Seungmin at all. You pointed this fact out to him, and he tightened his grip slightly.

“We never really had a chance to spend any time together alone,” He said, and you could feel his hesitation to mention exactly why that was.

You pulled back enough so you could look him in the eye. “Maybe we should change that.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to go on a date?” You asked him, sliding your arms up so that they were now around his shoulders. “Just you and me, nobody else?”

Seungmin shivered as one of your fingers spread out, one hand carding through the hair at his nape and the other lightly scratching at his neck. “Depends.”

You stopped your ministrations. “Depends on what?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, and it escaped in a wheeze that shortly turned into a laugh. You pulled Seungmin back in close so you could hide your face and the smile that was forcing itself onto your face, suddenly shy.

“Wow, you really didn’t wait at all, did you,” You giggled. “I thought for sure someone would have asked me through the chat first.”

Seungmin snorted. “Jisung wanted to, but we convinced him that it was more romantic to ask you in person.”

“Well,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Consider me very much romanced.”

You pulled away, but Seungmin kept a light hold on your wrist, pulling you back in when you started to turn out of the entrance. You spun back into his arms, catching yourself with a hand to his chest.

“You didn’t answer my question,” He reminded you, nose brushing up against your own.

“Yes, Seungmin. I’ll be your girlfriend,” You said with a smile.

And his lips pressed against yours for a moment, and then he was pulling back with a smile of his own. “Good.”

-0-0-

You half expected Felix to ask you to be his girlfriend, or maybe some other romantic gesture, but he never even brought it up. Instead, the three of you decided to watch a series that none of you had watched before, sitting side by side on Felix’s bed with his desk pulled close so his computer functioned as a makeshift tv. He claimed it was comfier in his room than in the living room, and you thought it was just an excuse to have you pressed up against him.

Except he didn’t make any moves to pull you closer, and the three of you managed to make it through half a season with nothing more than commentary on the show and a quick pause to get some snacks.

For being one of the touchiest soulmates, he sure was doing a great job at keeping his distance from you. You found yourself pouting, wondering if your earlier texts had upset him in some way, or if there was something else going on.

You wanted to ask, but you also didn’t want to ruin the calm mood. Felix didn’t seem to notice your pout when he came back with your favorite candy, the very one you had mentioned to Chan before.

“Chris told me you liked these,” was all he said, and you pouted harder.

He definitely wasn’t mad at you; you knew that much. It genuinely seemed like he was just relaxing in your presence, but every other time you had been this close you had only gotten a millisecond to yourself before he had pulled you into his arms. Seungmin didn’t seem to notice anything off though, and you wondered if maybe you were just overthinking everything.

Again.

You decided to ignore your own worries, focusing on the show. But you drifted closer to Felix, resting your head against his shoulder and squeezing your arm between his back and the pillow he was resting against so you could cuddle up against him. He let out a soft hum, arm reaching out to pat your head, but made no moves to return the cuddle. You narrowed your eyes at him.

You waited a few minutes, letting the episode get closer to its end before you made your next move. You allowed yourself to slip lower on the bed, you head now perfectly level with Felix’s chest, and it allowed you to wrap your arms around his middle and rest yourself completely against him. The sudden shift in position also forced him to hold onto you or fall to the side from you combined weight, and he realized this immediately.

His arm slipped around you, but instead of simply resting against you, he pushed back against you until you were once again sitting up, and then he pulled away to sit back next to you, shoulder against yours. You froze, blinking in surprise at the most subtle and quiet rejection you had ever received before you reacted.

“Seriously?”

“Hmm?”

You reached for the remote to pause the show before it could skip to the next episode, and Seungmin glanced at you from the corner of your eye, but you were much more focused on Felix.

Poor soft Felix who had the perfect innocent puppy dog eyes looking at you in confusion, but you would not allow yourself to be swayed by his beautiful looks.

“If you didn’t want to cuddle me, you could have just said something,” You told him. “But if I’m bothering you, you really should say something instead of pushing me away.”

Felix gaped. “I-what!? That’s not-“

“Seriously Felix. This is how you treat my girlfriend?” Seungmin drawled, resting his chin against your shoulder to stare down Felix. “Not cool.”

“Girlfriend?! I thought we agreed to wait!”

“Yeah, until we were face to face. Hate to break it to you buddy, but this is face to face,” Seungmin said, gesturing between the two of you and Felix with an amused look. “What exactly were you planning on waiting for?”

“I-“ Felix blinked, hands coming up to swipe down his face. “I don’t know! Shit, wait, now I have to think of something to say.”

“Maybe we can start with why you’ve been refusing to cuddle with me and we can work our way around,” You reminded him.

“I wasn’t refusing, I just …” Felix glanced at Seungmin. “I didn’t want to make things weird.”

Seungmin pulled away from you, moving forward so he was sitting next to you and not behind. “Why would things be weird? You’re allowed to cuddle with your soulmate.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to make you feel left out or anything-“

“It’s fine, it’s not like I haven’t seen you cuddling the others-“

“And I didn’t want to move so quickly, because I thought we were waiting-“

You rolled your eyes. “Oh my god, Felix. I’ve literally made out with half your group. I think cuddling is definitely within the boundaries of slow.”

“Wait, you what?” Seungmin said. “I thought I was the first.”

“Nah, Minho beat you to it. Planted one on her the night after the first concert, it was the cutest thing ever,” Felix said, quick to move the conversation away from him.

“Actually, Jisung was the first one to kiss me,” You corrected them, and then you waved your hand at both of their surprised faces. “Wait, that’s not the point. We’re getting off topic.”

You pointed at Felix. “You, didn’t want to cuddle me because you were worried about moving too fast, and making Seungmin uncomfortable?”

Felix nodded, and you let out a groan.

“And he also thought he had to wait to ask you out,” Seungmin added with a snicker.

Felix let out his own groan, face turning red. “Seungmin, shut up.”

“Make me.”

There was a knock on the door, and Jeongin poked his head into the room with his eyes closed. “Are you guys decent?”

You spluttered. “Why wouldn’t we be!??!”

“None of you were answering your phones!”

Seungmin let out a laugh. “I don’t think youd have to worry about anything happening with Felix around. He wants to take things slow.”

Felix threw his pillow a the Seungmin, but he missed and ended up hitting you in the face. Jeongin let out a gasp, and Seungmin’s laughter stopped so suddenly that the room was filled with a harsh silence for exactly two seconds before you let out a sigh.

“All right, I’m out.”

Jeongin snorted. “Dinner’s ready anyways. Come one, let’s get you away from them” He hissed something at the other two, and even though it was a word you had yet to familiarize yourself with, you understood enough from the context to find yourself nodding along with him.

“Wait, no! I’m sorry!”

“Great, now you got me involved too.”

The boys trailed behind you like lost puppies as you made your way into the kitchen, immediately smiling at the sight of Minho placing food on the table, Hyunjin already serving himself up only for Minho to immediately slap his hand with the food spoon he was holding.

“Wait for the others,” Minho said, glancing up to spot you and Jeongin walking over. “Oh, never mind.”

You skipped over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Wow, this looks amazing. Thank you, Oppa.”

You threw the honorific out as a low blow, watching in amusement as Minho ducked his head to hide his growing smile. The last two boys joined you, and the table was suddenly loud and busy, like everyone had collectively forgotten the past few minutes the moment food was placed in front of them. You took a seat next to Hyunjin, inquiring about the missing boys.

“3racha are staying late at the studio today. So it’s just us.”

“Ah, ok.” You reached out with a napkin to wipe away some food from Hyunjin’s cheek, and he winked at you in thanks. “I guess I’ll see them tomorrow then.”

“Probably not,” Minho corrected. “We have an early schedule tomorrow.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “You guys literally just got back from tour!”

“Hmm, it’s just a photoshoot for a magazine. We have the rest of the week off, so don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to spend with us,” Felix assured you, patting your thigh under the table.

Hyunjin waved his hands as his eyes widened in a sudden realization, but with his mouth still full of food he was left flapping them around until he finished chewing and could finally talk. “That reminds me! Me and Felix have tickets to a museum this Friday. Do you want to come along? The others have already been, but Felix wanted to check it out again since he can see colors now.”

“Oh, I remember!” It seemed like ages ago that you had been worried about whether or not you would be around for that. You nodded your head in confirmation. “Yeah, I would love to come along.”

“Great. It’s a date.”

Felix’s squeezed your thigh as he said that. The others continued to talk about the upcoming photoshoot, but you found yourself unable to think about anything other than the constant warmth his hand was giving you, and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to pull away or keep touching you as dinner came to an end.

He finally let go when you went to help Seungmin with the dishes, and it was concluded afterwards that it was late and you could finish the series another day.

You wished the other boys goodnight, and while you were tempted to stay the night with one of them (Jeongin even offered up his bed), Minho reminded everyone that they would be leaving early, and they didn’t want to wake you up.

“We’ll see tomorrow night,” Minho told you as he walked you to the door.

Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Felix. “Hey, can I crash with you tonight? I’m too lazy to go back to my dorm.”

“No! Last time I couldn’t get rid of you!”

“Yah! It was one time!”

“I said no, go bother Jeongin or something.”

“Hey! Don’t bring me into this!”

You laughed as the boys continued to yell at each other, giving Minho a pat on the shoulder. “Good luck with the kids.”

He sighed. “God, I don’t know how Channie-hyung does this every day.”

“Maybe you should treat him better.”

“Hmm. Nah.”

You let out another laugh, and finally forced yourself past the door, giving him a smile as you walked away, your heart begging to stay. “Good night, Oppa.”

“Good night, kitten.”

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azsazz · 1 year

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Dead by Dawn

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, eventual poly!relationship, undead.

Word Count: 3,811

Notes: Mother knows I don’t need another AU but frankly idc 💅🏻

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Day 189

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Fuck me, you think, digging your tattered sneakers deeper into the ground. You’re hoping to gain better traction on the dirty road as you run–sprint away from the creature at your back. Gravel gives way, making the asphalt slippery as you try to maneuver through the barren streets or the abandoned town and away from the monster trailing behind you.

You don’t need to be bolting at full speed, but any form of running is tough due to your injured knee. You’d twinged it the other day as you ran through the forest with a horde of undead lazing after you, locked in on the stench of your blood.

You’d tripped over an upturned root and fell harshly, landing directly onto a stone. The crack of your knee smashing into the rock cracked through the forest and the zoms had grunted loudly in response, almost gleefully, like they knew you’d been downed.

It truly is just your luck.

Something always seemed to go wrong in your presence. If it wasn’t dropping your last can of food into the river while you were crossing it was attracting a group of undead while you were grumbling loudly about just how shit your luck really was. It was the man you’d trusted who’d ended up robbing and abandoning you while you slept, leaving you only with the short knife tucked into your boot at the time.

Hell, you were probably somehow connected to the apocalypse happening.

You chance a look over your shoulder, and for a split second your heart calms and you slow your pace, the road clear behind you.

Hunched over with your hands on your knees you gulp down the arid summer air. The stifling heat chokes you and you cough loudly to clear your airway, sucking in a large breath just as a bead of sweat rolls down your mouth. You wheeze, coughing harder as the tiny offender slips its way down the wrong pipe.

Like you said, bad luck.

Pounding on your chest, you wince. Your hacking will attract more. You need to stop.

Scanning your surroundings, you try to gather your bearings of where you are in this small, rundown town. You were just supposed to be passing through for the usual runs of searching shops for food and unused supplies. Your backpack is a little too light for your comfort.

You’d convinced your comrade to split up, and now you're regretting it more than ever. The town is small enough, quiet enough with the rustling leaves and sounds of birds chirping nearby. There are no human sounds, no scuffing of shredded shoes dragging across the pavement, no snick of safety switches clicking off.

It’s silent.

You cut off your coughing abruptly and straighten, swallowing uncomfortably. Your tongue is thick in your mouth and your throat is dry from lack of water. You’re down to your last bottle, and choking on your own sweat has only made you thirstier. Your heart pounds in your chest, too loud for you to make out the sound around you but it’s then that you realize–

It’s silent.

The wildlife has gone completely still, birds sensing the threats lingering nearby, falling quiet in their nests. Not only do zoms lure for tasty human flesh, but they’re known to trap any living creatures they can.

A low inhuman growl drags your attention away from the trees. It grates against your skull like it always does, a cry for help, a cry for flesh. Your head snaps around back the way you came.

You curse.

Really, really unlucky.

Not one, but three undead come stumbling out from behind the building you’d passed. It’s an old laundromat, and one of the zoms is clad in a half-torn dirty t-shirt that you think could use a good washing. Or burning. They’re tripping over their own stupidly clumsy feet, and when they catch sight of you, pick up your sweaty, delicious scent over the soft breeze, their milky white eyes zero in on you.

Grunting softly, you begin jogging away from them. Running has never been your favorite hobby, but it’s imperative to your survival now. Doesn’t matter that your lungs feel like they’re on fire with every step, your knee sending sharp shockwaves of pain up your leg with each step.

At least it isn’t broken.

Ignoring the throb in your leg, you reach for the holster wrapped tightly around your waist. You’d had to punch another hole into the leather to keep it tight enough not to slip down your rapidly slimming hips. You know you won’t find anything there, that dick had stolen your gun long ago. These days, the worn leather belt housed a knife, but you’d dropped it in the initial scuffle with the leader of the small zom pack chasing after you.

You’d laughed, thought it was your comrade and had shoved the creature off of you. But when your fingers had torn through the delicate flesh on the zombies arm, rotting veins and thin skin spilled out over your hand you were quick to your senses. Reaching for the knife, hand slicked with thick, chunky blood. Your grip slipped once, twice, and the zombie was up in an instant, pushing against the hand you’d planted across its chest.

Finally tugging the knife loose from where it was nestled in your holster was a relief that turned sour as the zombie swiped out. Dumb luck had the flailing limb striking true, knocking the weapon from your unsteady hold. It landed with a soft thump, a small cloud of dust puffing up and clinging to the black blood coated hilt.

Time froze as you stared at the zombie, letting out an unamused puff of air as your heart kicked into gear. It’s head jerked forward on fractured bones, the clacking of it reverberated up your spine like a hot knife, and you winced. The zoms mouth parted and its rotting gray tongue rolled out, lapped at the air, tasting your scent.

It shoved harder against your hold.

You’d managed to wrestle the undead away, pushing it to the ground, but you hadn’t had the time to grab your trusty knife that you’d carried with you since the beginning of the end. You climbed to your feet and side stepped the cracked hand reaching for you, the bony tips of fingers free from dead skin, sprinting away.

Unsure of which way to go, you raced up the road away from where you had last seen your friend. You wouldn’t let her get caught because of your stupidity.

You try to outrun them, weaving in and out of the few buildings in town, but they’re locked on your scent, although you’re pretty sure you smell like one of them by now, you can’t even remember the last time you’d showered.

Rounding the corner of an old bar, you debate stopping for a drink. You pray that there’s an unopened bottle of vodka, or tequila inside. Hell, you’d take just about anything right now.

Making a mental note to come back around and search the bar, you trip. You use your hands to catch you, cursing as your palms scrape against the pebbles and dirt. You hope that there’s no blood, muttering beneath your breath as you survey the alley. There’s a tall chain link fence blocking your path.

Well fuck.

There’s no way you’ll make it up in time, and the drop from the other side is a long way. Plus, you don’t know if your aching knee will be able to support your weight against the flimsy metal, having just fallen on it again.

Your day really can’t get any worse.

Your limbs slide against the dusty ground as you flip over. Your fingertips dig down for purchase. The three zoms are approaching quickly, limping closer to you, keen on getting a taste of your flesh. One of them even looks like it’s smiling, peeling lips torn and curled around blackened rotting teeth, grinning at you sadistically.

Your heart stutters in your chest.

This is it.

You search the alley frantically, hoping that there’s at least a broken bottle from the tavern you can use in defense against the looming creatures. There’s nothing but pebbles and litter, not a single potential weapon in sight. You swallow hard, gaze flitting back to the zombies who moan softly, making grabby hands at you like babies do their mothers.

Your back hits the fence and you squeeze your eyes shut tight, the sun blaring hot across your skin.

You’ve had a pretty good run, you think, for someone who’s luck is as shit as yours. 189 days.

You send a silent prayer up above – although you’re pretty sure whoever is supposed to be watching over Earth has taken a break long ago – and hope that your comrade will be okay.

The zoms are almost on you and you curl tighter around yourself, refusing to open your eyes. If you’re going to go, the last thing you want to see is yourself being eaten. No thanks.

There’s a loud war cry just as the long, overgrown, brittle nails scrape against your cheek. You shudder and a shadow crosses your vision for a millisecond, and your eyes snap open. Squinting against the harsh sun you watch as the zombies arms are lobbed off, falling right onto your lap.

Black blood drips thickly and your empty stomach curdles. With a grimace you shove the limp limbs off of your legs and pull yourself to your feet, the zombies attention turning to the new person in the alley with you.

You loose a sigh of relief at the shaky laugh and taunts thrown at the undead, “Come here, you fuckers!”

It’s your comrade. She’s armed with a landscape scythe in one hand and your knife in the other. The sunlight casts over her sharp cheekbones and her gray eyes are almost as pale as the zoms. It’s unnerving sometimes but right now your chest swells with relief. Her menacing (and slightly crazed) smile has her looking like an angel of death.

“Feyre,” you exhale, head falling back against the chain link fence in solace.

The armless zombie struggles, trying to stagger to its feet, but it ends up inchworming its way towards you and your savior. With one quick jab of your knife to its head, the creature goes still.

Feyre jerks the blade from the body and dances around the other two zoms, swiftly moving behind them. You catch one of their attention, beating your hand against the fence, rattling the metal with your hands. Before one can turn around to face Feyre, she uses her scythe, the curved blade protruding from the stomach of the zombie. She grabs the handle with both hands and lifts with a grunt. The body's decomposed muscle and bone give way as she slices from stomach to head, splitting the damn thing in two. When it falls away it reveals a grinning Feyre.

You grimace at the sight. She’d found that gardening scythe a few weeks ago and now it’s her new favorite weapon.

“Gimme,” you gesture to your knife with a nod of your head, the last zombie still slowly making its way towards you.

“You sure?” Feyre cocks an eyebrow. She’s still on a high from her last kill, “I don’t mind.”

You shrug your shoulders in response, “Be my guest.”

You let Feyre take the last one, sliding the knife easily into the base of its neck. It’s a more humane kill than the last one, and you’re just glad it’s over quickly.

“Don’t drop this again,” Feyre says seriously, striding over the dead bodies and firmly placing the knife back in your hand. Her fingers wrap around yours tightly, making sure you understand the importance of the weapon.

“Not like I was trying to,” you mumble, looking away from her in shame. Your gaze settles on your hands and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You hadn’t even known the girl long but here she is, saving your life and sticking by your side even though she doesn’t have to.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she admits softly, looking at you with sad eyes. If she’s saying this because she doesn’t want to be out all alone in the shit world or because she feels a kinship with you from what you’ve both been through, you can’t say.

You sigh, frustrated. “I’m no good for you, Fey. You’d be better off without me.” You wipe the blood from your blade onto your already dirty pants and nestle it back in its rightful spot on your belt.

“Stop with that, (Y/N).” Feyre places her hands firmly on your shoulders and stares into your eyes. Her gray iris’ are piercing, similar and yet different than the undead, like she can see all of your deepest secrets and fears, all of the things you’ve had to do to get here, to stay alive.

You’re vaguely aware of the zombie blood dripping from her blade onto your shoulder and you try not to cringe. “Like hell you’re leaving me in this shit hole alone.”

You chuckle softly, ignoring the pang of guilt you feel. Once she finds what she’s looking for, she will absolutely abandon you, your mind supplies.

“Sorry,” you offer quietly.

“Just don’t scare me like that again,” she responds, waving off your apology. There are no ‘sorry’s’ in the apocalypse, no need to ask forgiveness for the evils you’ve committed. You trail Feyre out of the alley, “Use your words next time.”

“Didn’t want to attract more,” you admit, knowing that if you had screamed for help it would only put the both of you in more danger, “Ended up doing that just fine anyway.”

Feyre doesn’t respond to that. She can see that you’re already kicking yourself for what’s happened, even though the both of you are okay. You have a habit of that, blaming yourself for most things that go wrong. You always have.

“You’re limping,” she points out instead, “You hurt?”

“Nah, just fell on it weird,” you try to smile but it looks more like a grimace. “It’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“We should find somewhere to stop. You can rest and I’ll check out the other stores. Maybe we can find you some painkillers.”

The odds are highly unlikely, but you don’t mention it. Not all of the stores in this tiny town have smashed windows and ransacked shelves.

“We’re not splitting up again,” you demand, following Feyre through the broken window of a nearby store. You wince when you lift your leg and pain shoots up it.

You look around the dinghy shop and make a face. It’s a mattress store, and you have no idea how long it’s been since it’s been broken into, but by the looks of the stained and matted mattresses, you can tell it’s been awhile.

Feyre hums in agreement, scythe poised and ready for anything that might pop up and surprise the both of you. You keep your knife tucked tightly in your hand, ready to back her up without a second thought.

“There’s a clothing shop a few stores down. Untouched. Thought we could drag a mattress down there for a night. Sleep on a real bed for once,” Feyre suggests and throws a grin over her shoulder towards you, “Maybe go on a little shopping spree.”

And that’s another thing that differentiates you from Feyre. While she was scoping out for supplies that might actually help you survive in this undead world, you were thinking about booze.

“It would be nice to get some new clothes,” you comment, pulling at the dirty shirt clinging to your sweaty skin. You frown, looking around at all of the mattresses, “And sleep on something comfortable, if we can find one that’s decent, that is.”

Feyre rolls her eyes, “Oh, come on (Y/N). Everyone knows they keep the nice ones in the back. All wrapped up and ready to go.” She raises her eyebrows at you in a silent question, and you nod, silently telling her that you’ve got her back.

Feyre shoves open the door to the storage room and you’re surrounded by stacked mattresses lining the walls.

“Jackpot!”

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The both of you had managed to drag a twin sized bed two stores over into the clothing shop with little trouble. You’d ignored the twinge of pain in your leg at the weight. It grows worse the longer you stand on it, but you really do want to sleep in a real bed.

You shove it as far away as you can from the window at the front of the store and tear the plastic wrap off of it. Your heart stumbles as you think that this is what it must feel like for the zombies to tear through flesh. You shudder.

Instead of falling onto the fresh mattress like you want to, you’d gone back out to search for more supplies before the sun sets. You need water, but it’s scarce to come by these days. You each have one bottle left in your bags from when you’d found a pack of unopened water bottles sitting out in the sun in front of a gas station. It probably wasn’t the best thing to be drinking from a plastic bottle that had been sitting in the sun for who knows how long, but you didn’t have the luxury of being picky these days.

You’d seen one more zombie in the drugstore you were hoping to find some painkillers in, but if the spilled pills surrounding the trapped zombie were anything to go by, it looked like they had gotten to them first.

You whistle to yourself as you walk through the aisles, a slight limp in your step. You kick an open bag of chips out of your way, searching for anything that is still usable to eat for the night.

You’d gotten used to the constant hunger pains, the feeling of your stomach trying to eat itself, contorting in pain when you thought about shoveling a thick and juicy cheeseburger into your mouth. As long as your stomach still jumps at the thought of food instead of flesh, you can manage.

Feyre was built for the apocalypse. She’s figured out how to ration, and she’s always planning, not knowing when you’d find your next meal.

Another reason you were so lucky to have her.

You’re frustrated, having walked down the food aisle three times but still coming up with nothing. The only food left was opened or had rotted out a long time ago, and you don’t need to be getting sick over spoiled food.

“Find anything?” Feyre asks, returning from checking the back room and moving over to where you stand.

“A few bandages, but no food,” you sigh, holstering your weapon. “You?”

She shakes her head, “No food either, but I found these,” she tosses you a bottle of painkillers and you smile gratefully. “Fucker didn’t get to those ones.”

“Thanks, Fey.” You immediately tug off the cap and down two. They catch against your dry throat but eventually work their way down.

You tug your backpack off of your shoulder, stuffing the canister inside. It rattles and you remind yourself to stuff a clean sock into it so they don’t move around as much.

The both of you search up and down the rest of the aisles of the small store just in case. Feyre becomes fascinated over a rubix cube you’d found, still in its package. You smile softly at her as she tears open the plastic and mixes the colors. You both need something that reminds you of the simple life before.

You find some chains and padlocks still handing in their spots in the hardware store and you’re both incredibly thankful. Even though you haven’t found more food, you still have a can of beans you can share, and you have clean clothes and a comfortable place to sleep for the night, so today isn’t as much of a bust as you thought.

“Fuck,” Feyre sighs are she settles down onto the mattress next to you. “Been a rough day, hasn’t it?”

You hum in agreement, passing her the can of beans. You’ve both changed, opting for plain t-shirts and new jeans. You’d almost cried when you found a package of unopened socks, shouting for Feyre like you’d found a cure.

“S’just socks, (Y/N). Calm down,” she’d replied, but the relief shone in her eyes as well.

You share the beans, passing it back and forth in silence, the both of you lost in your thoughts. You’d packed up what you could into your bags. They sit at the foot of the mattress, ready and close just in case something happens. Your new running shoes sit neatly next to them on your respective side of the bed.

“Go to sleep, I’ll take the first watch,” you offer, and who is Feyre to argue?

She settles into the soft bed and is out as soon as she’s comfortable, exhausted from today’s events. You’re constantly worn out. There’s just something about the end of the world that is so very tiring.

You hum to yourself, checking the exits for the third time in two hours. You need something to do or you’ll fall asleep. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. Feyre knows it’s because of your slight paranoia that something terrible could happen if you don’t continually check your surroundings. But you’re not wrong.

Checking the lock and chain on the front door, your attention is caught by something moving outside.

You immediately crouch out of sight, peeking out the grimy window into the darkness to see what it is.

Three figures, too fast to be zombies.

Your heart pounds. You can hardly make them out in the dark, but it looks like two people dragging another along between them. They’re tall, you can tell. Must be men. They hurry down the street as you watch on. Your gaze flickers up the street, searching for zombies, your knife gripped in a firm hand, but you don’t see anything.

You wonder if the person they’re dragging with them is injured. They must be, otherwise they’d be running alongside the other two. You wonder how much blood they’re leaving behind as the three of them find an open shop across the street and down a few from where you and Feyre are hiding out for the night. An old cafe of sorts. You’d checked it over earlier, but you suppose it’s as good of a place as any to take shelter in for the night, the window and door still intact.

They’ll be away from monsters, at least.

Everything in the new world is a lot scarier in the dark.

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(Part 2)

#azriel x cassian x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #zombie au #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotarxreader #azsazz

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band--psycho · 10 months

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Harvey Specter x Reader- Revelations

I just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the Harvey specter love on my tumblr, it really means a lot! 💛

Thank you to @justah0pelessr0mantic for requesting this story!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

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“He’s late,” Y/n mumbled, not with annoyance or frustration in her voice but with an anxiety Harvey knew she was feeling; not only from her voice but by the way her legs were bouncing slightly under the table.

“Sweetheart, relax,” Harvey hummed, turning towards her, placing one of his hands on her back and the other on her thigh that was closest to him, in an attempt to stop the anxious tapping.

“He’s usually late to most things,” he joked, in another attempt to ease her anxiety, as his thumb rubbed small circles onto her back.

He knew why she was so anxious, tonight was a big night…and although he was trying his best not to let it show, he was nervous too.

“Maybe we should leave before he gets here?” Y/n suggested turning slightly so that her eyes met Harvey’s.

“We can’t, baby,” he answered softly; with a sympathetic smile.

“I know, I know,” she sighed, knowing that Harvey was right.

She knew they had to tell Mike; she wanted to, she really did.

She was just worried about his reaction; Mike had always been protective over her, ever since they were kids, Harvey knew that.

Neither of them had meant to keep their relationship a secret for this long, at first it made sense, neither of them wanted to make things difficult or complicated for Mike if their relationship didn’t work out.

There had been times before they had planned to tell Mike…but something always came up, an urgent court case or business at the firm.

Y/n was brought back to her senses when she could no longer feel Harvey’s comforting touch on her back or thigh.

“I love you,” he whispered under his breath as Y/n's eyes fixed on her brother who was walking towards their table, a confused look evident on his face.

“Y/n?” He asked, his eyebrows narrowing as he sat down opposite the two of them, “what are you doing here?”

At the moment it was as though every word Y/n had ever learned just vanished from her brain; she couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Mike.

“We…” Harvey began, taking a breath before he intertwined Y/n's fingers with his on the table, “we wanted to talk to you.”

Mike's eyes darted between Harvet and Y/n for a few seconds, before he glanced down at their hands and back up at the two of them.

“How long?” Mike asked; his tone surprisingly calmer than Y/n had expected.

“Nearly…nearly two years,” she stuttered out; bracing herself for the moment she’d feared the most.

But Mike said nothing; he just looked at the two of them and smiled, “I’m glad you finally told me.”

“You knew?” Y/n said a little louder than she’d intended to, the shock overwhelming her, however it did end up making some of the nearby diners glance in their direction for a few moments; not that she cared all that much.

“You know I’ve been able to tell when you’re lying to me since you were five,” Mike pointed out; he’d known for a while that Y/n and Harvey had been seeing each other, granted they’d hid it well, for half a year he was completely unaware they were together; he knew she was keeping something from him.

He just didn’t know what.

And then he saw them together at a coffee shop; they were just talking and laughing and it was then that something clicked.

The way they looked at each other in that coffee shop was enough for him to know that something was going on between them.

From that moment on little things that he probably never would’ve noticed became so much clearer.

He was angry for a while; not because they were together, but because they'd kept this a secret from him; but then he saw how happy his little sister was and he didn’t want to interfere with that.

“And you’re okay with it?” Y/n continued to question; the tone of her voice expressing the fear of what his answer would be.

“I would’ve said something by now if i wasn’t,” Mike answered simply; giving Y/n a reassuring smile as she let out a sigh of relief, instantly relaxing into her chair; as Mike turned his attention to Harvey.

“But if you hurt her, I will have to kill you.”

“I would expect nothing less,” Harvey agreed, another chuckle lacing his voice as he too felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

But still one thing lingered…one thing that they hadn’t shared with Mike.

One thing that made Harveys small smile falter.

“We…have something else to tell you,” Harvey began, glancing at Y/n before looking back at Mike.

“I asked Y/n to marry me…”

Harvey was always quite spontaneous and he hadn’t planned to ask Y/n without telling Mike about their relationship first; but he just felt like the time was right and he didn’t want to waste another second without her knowing that, that’s why he asked.

The words lingered in the air for a few moments as Mike processed what he’d just heard.

“Well at least you didn’t wait a year and a half to tell me that,” he stated; his eyes going back to Y/n; “I take it you said yes?”

She hadn’t.

Not yet.

She couldn’t.

She couldn’t have said yes to Harveys proposal until Mike knew…that’s why she was so nervous about his reaction; because she wanted to marry Harvey.

“I haven’t given him an answer yet,” Y/n corrected; giving Harveys hand a small squeeze, “I wanted you to know about us before I said yes.”

“Well…I guess I should congratulate you on your engagement.”

Y/n practically jumped out of her seat to hug her brother; the excitement completely taking control of her body as a beaming smile grew on her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear as he reciprocated her hug.

“I think you should turn around,” he whispered back, his eyes looking at Harvey, who was now down on one knee, holding open a black box in his hands.

A small gasp left Y/ns lips as she saw the sight in front of her.

Harvey. On one knee. With the most gorgeous ring she’d ever seen in her life.

“Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?”

The word yes came out of her mouth faster than she could even process it; it was such a surreal experience.

One minute she saw Harvey down on one knee as now she was wrapped in his arms, she was so lost in his embrace that she could barely even register the applause the other diners in the restaurant were giving.

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hyunfilms · 11 months

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | six.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 4.2k

—chapter warning: this is probably more of a filler chapter? things that happened here aren’t too important, but it does add to the details for upcoming chapters, cussing, worried minho, oc feeling very unwell [related to accident], mentions of vomiting/nausea, jisung being the middle man and being pulled in all directions 🥺, flashback towards the end of chapter with more oc x minho dynamic + slight glimpse into how minho's relationship was with his father

It's incredibly hot today.

You probably should've taken that as a sign to take it easy and stay indoors where you'd be comfortable, safe.

But, you were excited to get back outside again. You wanted to head into town when the pottery classroom would be open for its members, trying to make time to slip in another project that you would gift to Yuna at the wedding.

And you do get there without any issues; though, the classroom has a fan on full blast as the weather gets hotter.

Maybe it's the fact that you didn't have much besides a piece of buttered toast and some tea.

Maybe the adrenaline was too much, maybe the weather was just the reasoning— whatever it was, you should have taken it as a sign.

You use the back of your arm to wipe away at the sweat building up on your forehead, doing your best to listen to the instructor guide you as you plan this uniquely shaped vase for one of your wedding presents to Yuna. She tells you she's loading the kiln today and you give her a small smile to show your appreciation for her help, but nothing else seems to come out. Nothing else seems to register, and you're not sure why. You're not entirely sure what you're feeling, but you slowly feel yourself disconnecting from reality.

It's too bad that the beautiful weather is making you feel unwell. You really wanted to visit the floral shop and see how the sweet lady was doing.

You find yourself walking towards Sunday Morning right after you wrap up in the classroom and rush out. You're not really sure why when this was never in your original plan, but your feet take you there before you can even wrap your head around it. Today it's the usual crew, and the café isn't entirely too busy for the afternoon. It's cool inside the café to your relief, but it still doesn't do much to help alleviate what you're feeling.

"Hey, Y/N is here." Soobin turns to Minho and JJ in the back kitchen. Minho raises a brow before he wipes his hand on the hand towel hanging by his waist. He walks out of the kitchen without saying anything else, greeted by you standing near the counter. Something seems off— in a way where Minho can tell something is wrong because you're awfully quiet, and your blank expression doesn’t make it any less convincing.

"Hey." Is all he says, trying his best to read what you need right now.

"Hi." You look at him. "Can I just get some cold water please?" Minho leans forward to hear you better.

"Water? That's all?" You nod before trying to reach into your bag, but Minho cuts you off. "Water's free." You simply look at him before turning onto your heel and finding an empty seat to relax in. The seat feels comfortable and you feel like you can finally take a breather— but Minho knows it's more than just sitting and resting.

"Is she okay?" Soobin quietly asks Minho while occasionally glancing at you over the coffee machine.

"I'm gonna find out." Is all Minho replies with before taking you your water. Instead of just handing it to you though, he sits in the empty seat in front of you while placing the water nearby.

"Thanks." You say as you take a sip, closing your eyes as the cold water runs down your throat. Minho continues to watch you, arms resting on the table while he watches you run your hand through your hair.

"Hey, are you okay?" You slowly turn to look at him, placing the water cup back onto the table before digging your head into your hands.

"It's just.. too hot."

"Too hot? What else are you feeling?" Minho suddenly feels himself getting incredibly worried, and it's making him anxious. He continues to watch you like a hawk, watch as you squint your eyes as if something is hurting you— and it breaks his heart. "Y/N, talk to me. What's hurting you?"

"My head. I feel kinda dizzy."

"Dizzy? Do you feel like you could be sick?" You shake your head.

"Kinda? I have a bad headache. But, I-I think it'll—"

"Let me take you to the clinic." You shake your head.

"No, no. Minho, it's fine, I—"

"Wait here, let me just grab my things and we can go." He says without looking at you. He sets the towel aside and heads to the back area to grab his things, JJ furrowing his brows at the sudden commotion coming from his cousin.

"Uh, are you okay?"

"I'll be right back." Minho grabs his wallet and keys, glancing over at JJ. "Y/N isn't feeling well."

"Is she okay? Do you need me to do anything?" Minho shakes his head.

"Just hold it down here, please. I'll be back." And with that, he's back to your table, offering his hand for you to take. "Do you think you can walk to my car in the back?" You nod, gently squeezing his hand as he leads you to his car. Soobin gives him a worried nod of acknowledgment, hoping you'll be okay.

Sooner or later, Minho is opening his passenger door and helping you get settled. His lips are moving but you have no energy to decipher what he's saying— all you can do is lay your head back against the headrest and close your eyes, hoping it'll give you some more relief. Minho's worry grows when you don't respond, quickly shuffling to the driver's seat before heading out to the nearest urgent care clinic.

It's only about a 10 minute drive away, maybe a bit quicker since there wasn't any heavy traffic. When Minho finally pulls into the lot, he comes to your side and helps you out of the car. He lets you lean onto him for support, sitting you down before checking in at the front desk. Thankfully, it's not as busy at this time, and he doesn't think you'll have to wait long.

"Hi, can I check in for her? She's dizzy and has a migraine."

"I'll need her ID and she needs to fill out paperwork—" Minho takes the clipboard from the receptionist and starts to fill out the paperwork to the best of his ability. After all, he still knows you, and he still knows you well. It only takes him a couple of more minutes before he's sliding back the clipboard to the receptionist.

"Let me grab her ID." He says before walking over to you and crouching down in front of you. "Can I grab your ID, Y/N?" You let out a small whimper as you reach into your bag and pull out your wallet. Minho rushes back to the receptionist and slides your ID, his eyes briefly pausing at the small photo hiding behind one of your cards.

You, him, Chan, Seungmin and Jisung at the bowling alley sometime in college.

Times he cherished, too. Before he fucked it all up.

"Thanks for providing all of this. Are you her partner?" He snaps out of his own thoughts when he looks back up at her and shakes his head.

"Um, no. She's just a friend." The receptionist returns her attention to the computer.

"There's a visit fee for today." Minho slides his card and shrugs.

"Yeah, it's fine. Do you know how long we'll have to wait?"

"Nurse will probably take you guys to the back in the next 5 minutes or so."

"Thanks." He tucks everything back into his wallet and your wallet before sitting back down. He looks at you and hands you your wallet, watching as you carelessly slip it back into your bag and zip the zipper halfway. "They're gonna see you soon. Hang in there."

"Minho." You pout. "I feel sick."

"I know." Minho's heart shatters even more because he hates seeing you this way. Plus, he hates feeling so helpless. How else can he help you? "I'm sorry. It'll be soon. Do you want some more water?"

"No. My head is killing me."

"I know." He repeats, unsure of how else to console you. Suddenly, he feels your head on his shoulder and he freezes. He should be your bestfriend right now, right? You're allowed to do this, right?

There is nothing wrong with this.. right?

"Miss Y/N?" Minho gently grabs you by the arm and helps support you to the room. He awkwardly waits while the nurse takes your vitals, having you lay down on the bed while she continues to ask questions. Then, he sees you shoot up and ask for a bag, the nurse immediately handing you a bag to vomit in. Minho runs to your side and rubs at your back, his gaze shifting over to the nurse to finish answering her questions about your history.

"She was in a really bad car accident a couple of months ago."

"So, traumatic head injury? Possibly brain?" Minho nods.

"She was in a coma for three months." At this point, you've finished vomiting into the trash bag. The nurse takes it from you and asks you to lay back onto the bed while she presses a clean, cold towel against your face. She reassures you both that the doctor will be in momentarily and Minho can't tear himself away from your bed side as he anxiously waits for the doctor to come. He looks down at you and is tempted to brush the hair away from your face, tempted to hold your hand and do possibly anything to relieve you from whatever you're feeling.

"We're almost done." Minho says softly. "I'll take you home afterwards so you can rest, okay?"

"Did you call Jisung?" You start to cry a bit and it breaks Minho's heart even more. "Can you call Jisung?" Maybe it was wrong. Maybe this was all wrong. You must feel so scared, uncomfortable, around Minho right now. Because he knows everything about you, he knows you so well.

However, you don't. He is like a stranger to you right now, despite what people have told you about him.

He doesn't blame you if you feel scared and uncomfortable.

"I'll call him." He lets out a sigh as he pulls out his phone and presses Jisung's number. It doesn't take long before Jisung is letting out a weird noise as he picks up the call.

"Yo!"

"I'm at the clinic with Y/N."

"What? What the hell do you mean you're at the clinic with Y/N?"

"She came to the café and wasn't feeling well."

"Why didn't you call me to come?"

"What kind of sense does that make, Jisung? I'm not gonna make her wait."

"Is she alright right now?"

"We're waiting for the doctor." At that moment, soft knocks come against the door, slightly startling Minho. "They're here. I'll text you when we leave."

"Yeah, you better. I'm meeting you at her place. And please, for the love of God, just take care of her." Minho subtly rolls his eyes as he ends the call and shifts his attention to the doctor.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Yang." He looks at Minho with a pursed smile before stepping deeper into the room and scrolling through his ipad.

"Minho." He briefly shakes his hand before stepping aside and sitting down on the seat against the wall. Dr. Yang is asking you how you feel and if you can sit up for a brief moment so he can assess you better. He says something about this being vertigo, which is common to experience especially with traumatic head or brain injury. He suggests that you and your guardian visit your primary care physician at the hospital to double check that there isn't anything else.

In the meantime, he'll prescribe some antihistamines in tablet form. He'll need you to take it once with food.

Minho is taking mental note of everything. Besides knowing he'll have to relay the message, he just takes note for himself. It gives him a little peace of mind.

The visit ends quickly, with Dr. Yang handing Minho a printed copy of the visit notes, plus the medication with written prescription for refills. He suggests that primary care visit again, giving Minho one final nod before helping you up to your feet slowly. He did give you a temporary over-the-counter chewable tablet to help relieve the nausea until you get home and get settled. It does help, but it still doesn't give you much energy to engage in conversation with Minho nor talk about everything that's been going on.

You are grateful, though. Very. Even if you sleep on the way home. You are grateful and he knows.

"Y/N. I'm really sorry to have to wake you." Minho lets out a sigh as he gently shakes you. "You're home. Let's get you comfortable. I'll wait with you until Jisung or Uncle Adrian comes."

"Jisung is coming?" You lazily unbuckle your seatbelt and drag yourself to your little cottage with Minho following closely behind. It's a relief the meds you were given actually helped in the meantime.

"Yeah, he is."

minho: we're at her place

jisung: good. pls make sure she gets some rest. and don't do anything dumb

minho: i'm not even gonna start with you

minho: i'm just here to make sure she's good, that's it

"Minho, thank you." You look at him as you grab your pajamas and walk off to the bathroom. "I really don't know what I would have done if I didn't stumble upon the café at the time I did."

"It's nothing, Y/N. Get some rest. I'll hang out here." Minho gives you a small toothless smile, watching as you pad into the bathroom and shut the door. He lets out a breath of relief before turning around in your kitchen, poking his head into the fridge to see if he can whip something up for you to eat later on. He finds the ingredients he needs to make the perfect seaweed soup.

When you step out of the bathroom, you don't really pay Minho any mind as you're exhausted and you still feel a tad bit loopy from everything that's been going on. Minho is starting to gather his ingredients while starting up the heat on your stove, and you do recognize that he looks incredibly natural standing in your kitchen. You still don't question or ponder much on it. All you wanna do is cuddle up in your covers and sleep for a bit.

Which you do— you drift off into a deep sleep even as Minho accidentally bangs a few things in the kitchen. It doesn't necessarily bother you, though Minho is cursing to himself for being so careless.

"Aye." Jisung shuffles into the door and Minho quickly shushes him just as he puts the lid on the pot.

"Shut up. She's asleep." He nods towards your room.

"Good. What the hell happened?"

"I told you what happened. She walked into the café and she wasn't feeling well. She asked for water and then it just went downhill from there. Said she felt dizzy and had a bad migraine."

"What did the doctor say?"

"Vertigo." Jisung lets out a sigh and leans against the counter. "She's fine. He gave her some meds. But, he still thinks she should visit her primary care doctor to make sure nothing else is wrong."

"You should've called me." Jisung looks at him worriedly.

"And then what, Jisung? Make her wait? Make things worst just because you don't want me involved?"

"It's not that—"

"Then what is it? It's been the same shit anyway, why hide from it now?" Jisung lets out another sigh.

"Can you chill?" Jisung says under his breath, afraid to wake you from your sleep. "I'm sorry, that's really not what I was trying to say. I just wanted to be there for her, too." Minho is quiet. Really quiet. He turns to give the soup one good mix before he mutters a quick:

"She looked for you."

"I knew she would." Minho turns to him, shaking his head a bit.

"But, I was there too." Jisung feels bad. He tries hard to be the middle man, to play an even field. But sometimes, he knows he's there for you more than he is for Minho even though he knows this hurts for him, too. After all, this was Jisung's idea— and he's practically the reason why you look at Minho like a stranger.

It's not his intention to hurt anyone; if anything, he just wants to save everyone even if that fucks him up in the end.

Was he wrong? Was this wrong?

"She knows you were. And I know she's grateful for you." Minho lets out a pathetic chuckle before shutting off the heat.

"Have her eat this for me when she wakes up." He grabs his things off of the counter and looks at Jisung once more. "She needs to take this starting tomorrow. With food. Once a day." Minho shows him the bottle and hands him the visit notes. "Uncle Adrian might need this, too."

"You're not gonna stay?" He shakes his head.

"Think I'm done here. She's gonna look for you when she's up, not me." Minho gives him a pursed smile before look at your room once more. He bids Jisung one last goodbye before he's out the door and heading to his car.

He lets out a sigh as he plops back into the driver's seat, fiddling with his keys as he figures out where he's going. He's got unread texts from Kat, and to be frank, he's really not trying to see her. He hasn't been in the mood to see her since he last did; when she dropped the whole thing about you right before he walked out of the door.

He'd been thinking about you more and more, even though he knows he shouldn't be. He couldn't. He wasn't supposed to.

Minho inserts the key into the ignition, driving off to the one other place he knew he could go to when he needed some time alone. Ironically, it was also your favorite place, Jisung's favorite place— you both always knew where to find him even if he needed to be in his own peace. He heads up the hill, parking alongside the curb in the neighborhood that'll lead him to the path up to the tree. The sun is getting ready to set below the horizon soon, and the soft breeze is finally kicking in for the evening. Minho kicks at the rocks as he continues to head up, bringing the tree with the wooden swing into view. He sits and admires the view of the city for a minute, pondering on his thoughts about today, you— everything.

If today taught him anything, it's the fact that he's still incredibly scared to lose you. It's the fact that he cares a lot more than people think. It's the fact that he just wants to take care of you and do better than the last time.

He was sure he'd break soon.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | SUMMER BEFORE FRESHMAN YR IN COLLEGE

"I knew I'd find you here." You pout as you pause in your tracks and watch Minho lazily swing himself on the wooden swing. His head drops a bit before he shakes his head and continues to look out at the view.

"Y/N, please." You make your way over and step beside the swing.

"I know you're angry with your dad."

"Yeah, I am."

"Babe." You pout and he lets out a sigh before his eyes shift to you. He's not amused, and you know Minho can have a temper on him when he's really upset.

"Don't pull that on me, princess. Not now." He simply says, eyes turning back to the view.

"I know he's being unfair, but I also know he just cares about you."

"Does he? Surely doesn't sound like it when all he does is talk about how much of a failure I'll be in the future."

"He doesn't mean that." You say softly. You know Minho and his father can bump heads quite often, but that's because they're both hard-headed and strong-willed. As his father though, you know he only wants the best for Minho and he's afraid of him making the same mistakes he did in the past. He doesn't want anything to hurt Minho, and he doesn't want Minho to feel disappointed in himself if things don't turn out the way he expects it to.

However, you think his father could ease up a bit. He knows. He's aware of Minho's goals— how they differ from most of his cousins and other family members, how it's a big, big leap for him to take. He knows the goal of owning a business in the future could be a lot to shoulder, but you have never seen the determination and passion Minho has in other people.

Minho is a man of his word, and if he wants something, he knows how to work hard for it in order to reap the rewards in the end.

"Babe." You call for him again, but he doesn't respond. "He's being your dad. This is new for him too, you know? We're finally going off to college and I'm sure he's scared, too. I agree that he could show it in better ways, but he cares about you and he just needs that reassurance that everything will be okay. This is what you want." It's quiet for a moment before Minho lets out another hefty sigh and stands.

"Sit." You look at him before swinging on the swing.

"Are you still mad?"

"A bit, but I'll move past it."

"You and your dad just need to have a serious heart-to-heart. Can you do that for me?" Minho looks at you, really looks at you, before giving you a tiny, pursed smile. He thinks you look so beautiful with the way the sun is hitting your skin right now, the way your eyes shine brightly like diamonds, the way the wind softly brushes your hair— he can never stay mad, not when he's around you. You always bring out the best in him, you always bring him comfort and warmth.

"Guess I really can't use this place to hideout from you or Jisung, can I?"

"No, are you kidding? This was my spot first." Minho laughs. "Besides, why would you hide from me?"

"I'm kidding." He playfully caresses your chin.

"I'll always come look for you, you know that right? I would never want anything to hurt you or make you feel like you were alone."

"I know." Minho smiles down at you because he knows in every lifetime, every universe— you'd come looking for him until you find him.

You would never let him be alone.

You are love.

You are what Minho loves the most.

"Okay." You chuckle softly before slipping your hand into his and standing. "Now, come. Let's go to my spot so you can cook some good food." Minho laughs as his thumb caresses the surface of your hand.

"Funny."

"I'll tell Jisung we're on our way back."

"I'm staying here." You laugh and tug him towards you.

☁︎ END

Later that evening, Jisung comfortably changes into some of his sweats and a hoodie, and lies on your couch to watch TV. He figures he might just spend the night to make sure you're okay. He was able to talk to Uncle Adrian about everything earlier, and Uncle Adrian seems to be relieved that things weren't worse. Jisung, though? Absolutely doesn't feel comfortable leaving you.

He hears you shuffle a bit in your covers before you let out a small yawn. He sits up and stands at your doorway, hands dug into the pockets of his sweats.

"Hey. You okay, cielo?"

"Could be better." The world isn't spinning too much, nor do you feel as lightheaded— but you also don't feel the greatest. Body still feels heavy from recovering. "Where's Minho?" Jisung looks at you and shrugs.

"He left. He wanted you to get your rest." You nod slowly. "He made some soup for you."

"Oh. I thought he'd stay."

"Do you want me to call him?"

"It's alright. I'll probably eat and get back to sleep." Jisung nods. When you find the energy to get up and walk over to the kitchen, your heart melts at the sight of a large pot of freshly cooked seaweed soup. You take in the smell once you lift the lid, suddenly feeling empty knowing that Minho cooked you some comfort food and didn't stay to eat it with you.

"What's wrong?" Jisung watches you stare into the pot before turning to him with a subtle pout.

"I feel bad that he did so much for me today and didn't stay."

"Cielo, I told you. I can call him. He just didn't want to bother you." Jisung doesn't really know what to say, but his heart breaks knowing Minho was convinced you wouldn't look for him.

Yet, here you were.

"It's okay. I'll just text him." You start to pour some soup into two separate bowls. "I should have his number right?" Jisung takes his bowl from you and nods.

"Yeah." So, that's exactly what you do after grabbing your phone and situating yourself next to Jisung. He's nestled under your contacts simply as "minho," but what's most important is the fact that you can text him to thank him for today.

you: hi, i was looking for you earlier.. i thought you would stay with jisung. but, i just wanna say thank you for taking care of me today and for cooking soup. it's great. :)

Minho pulls out his phone while he continues to sit on the swing, surprised at the text from you. Usually, he'd expect Jisung to be the middle person and communicate things. But, right now— he's not worried much about anything else. The text puts a smile on his face.

It's nice.

minho: it's nothing, y/n. rest well.

It's nice to know you do look for him.

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galedekarios · 7 months

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According to the forgottenrealms wiki, the city that the mindflayers are attacking in the trailer is Yartar, not Baldur's Gate like many assumed. Yartar is northeast from Waterdeep and it isn't very far from it, so it could be possible that Gale was looking for artifacts in that city or nearby and that's were he got abducted.

[continuing on from my post about when and where gale might have been abducted by the nautiloid]

this is actually a really interesting idea, anon! thank you for sharing it with me!

i took the time to look up how long it would take to travel from waterdeep to yartar and i think it would be feasible:

[source for the travel time. it's an interactive map of faerûn.]

also:

Yartar was an important way stop for caravans and traders traveling between its allied city of Silverymoon, and the great metropolis of Waterdeep. As such, many of its business catered to caravaneers, merchants and other Faerûnians that regularly traveled the roads of the North. [source]

the only thing that i'm not sure about is if he would have been able to travel alone such a great distance. for two reasons, mainly:

a) we do know that his condition affects things that are very important for him to defend himself as a wizard (general biological deterioration, muscle spasms, ringing in the ears, disorientation, concentration issues and varying levels of physical discomfort / pain). and it's something that gale admits as well:

player: i fail to see why you need me to help you this. you’ve done fine without me so far. gale: A fair point - however, until recently I was able to rely on a supply of artefacts stored in my tower in Waterdeep. A supply that has now run dry. The reality of the matter is that a lone wizard with a chronic impairment such as my own is not in the most ideal of situations with regards to self-defence. The manner of artefacts I need are not often found waiting patiently on a shop-keep’s shelf. One usually has to lift them delicately from trap-filled tombs or prise them from the hands of violent ne'erdowells.

so he would have been--if we assume he was suffering the effects of the orb after leaving his tower which housed no more artefacts to consume--essentially defenseless as a wizard and having no combat training, which is something that even during the game's events, he doesn't seem interested in (see his banters with lae'zel).

and b) the route would have taken him along a road that is probably a prime target for thieves and bandits, with it being a trading route and all.

as a small aside, we do have this line though:

gale: I've been threatened with the sharp end of a dagger before, but never with such a monster as Orin holding the blade.

sooo... maybe?

desperation might have driven him to the point of making such a dangerous decision.

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hyprfixate · 10 months

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soul vine ↝ [L.M.] :: part one

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: when you decide to get an ear piercing as part of your transition to adulthood, you expect a lot of things, like the pain and the high price tag. what you don’t expect, however, is finding out you’re soul-bound to the angry blonde from the parlor. or that you’re technically not human.

but hey. adulthood, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pairing: lee minho x she/her reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chapter word count: 4.3k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chapter warnings: mentions of needles, only for piercing purposes

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tags: magic au, grumpy minho, fantasy, medium burn, strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, soulmate au (will add more as i think about it)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ author’s note: hope you guys enjoy this chapter! i wanted to preface and say, if you feel like you’ve read something similar to this before: do not panic, i am not stealing lmao. this is an old BTS fic of mine that i’ve reworked to become a SKZ fic. fret not lovelies.

also please ignore formatting mistakes <3

part one - part two - part three - part four

Just at the end of the block was the last thing standing before you and adulthood. Tatt and Body Works Piercing Parlor had been in your sights for weeks now, and today was finally the day that you would start your journey into real adulthood. Not only because it was your birthday, but because you were about to do something your mother would never let you do.

Pausing outside a dark storefront, you peered at your reflection and wondered if you really looked your age.

You knew you probably didn’t, that the high ponytail and bright pink headband probably set you back a couple years, but you hoped it wasn’t enough to get turned away at the door. What was the point in walking all the way here for them to just send you home?

After a few more steps, you reached the large black awning, standing idly outside the door for a second. You chewed on your bottom lip with more vigor than intended, as you shifted from foot to foot in front of the piercing parlor. It looked empty, with vibrant LED lights reflecting off the sparkling floor. There was no one at the front desk, no one standing anywhere nearby to greet you. The cold emptiness of it all made you want to turn around and go home. You glanced back in the direction you came from and noticed the slight uphill trek you’d be subjected to.

Alright. Whatever.

With a sigh you pushed open the door, the overhead bell jingling to alert those inside to your arrival, wherever they may be. The front desk was still empty, save for a hefty amount of papers scattered around haphazardly. There was no little bell to ding for service, and you couldn't see any rooms anywhere to call for someone to assist you. Just a dark wall lined with pictures, posters, and various quotes.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you decided to go to a body works shop, but something about the atmosphere of the store felt off. Not in a scary way, but almost the complete opposite. It felt comforting and homely, despite its emptiness.

You took it upon yourself to find a seat to wait for assistance. There were three chairs off to the far left of the room, one of which was positioned under a large bulletin board with photos stuck to it. Looking around once more to make sure you didn’t overlook a person in the dim light, you walked over to sit.

As you sat at the edge of the couch, you peered up at the bulletin board to pass the time. There were various pictures of models showcasing tattoos that the parlor had done. They were all extremely intricate, it was obvious they were made with precision and all the attention one could sacrifice. You enjoyed looking at the art, and though you weren’t ready for a tattoo just yet, you could still admire the craftsmanship.

Off to the corner of the board, a rather small picture of an earring caught your eye. It was industrial style, spanning from the inner corner of the model's ear to the outer, curving and wrapping around like it was made for their ear. Upon tilting your head, you noticed it was shaped like a key. The head crested above the ear in the shape of a heart (sort of), and the blade weaved in and over the shell of the ear shell perfectly.

It was a beautiful piercing, to say the least.

Something about the earring looked familiar, like images of a dream from childhood that began to blur around the edges. You searched deep within yourself to find a piece of memory to hold on to, to see if you could figure out what it meant, but you came up short. You were so focused on the photo that you didn’t hear footsteps making their way into the lobby and taking their place at the desk behind you.

"Hey! I’m so sorry for the wait, how can I help you?"

You whipped around to see a heavily tatted, and equally heavily pierced man now perched on the edge of the front desk. His uneven brown hair was parted on the side, framing his face perfectly like drips of brown candle wax down his face. He smiled at you, a warm and inviting smile enveloped by thick, plump lips. Silver balls adorned his dimples as he waited for you to speak.

"Uh, hi," you stuttered out. You tried to shake the dreamy feeling away from your head. "I, um. I came for a piercing."

The man in front of you raised a single eyebrow, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. At this expression, you felt panic rise in your chest.

“You guys… you do piercings right?”

He blinked before nodding quickly. “Yes! Sorry, yes we do. We usually get more requests for tattoos so I was a bit surprised.”

He shuffled around some papers on his desk as he continued to speak. “The guy who does lobe piercings isn’t in today. I know it seems like something anyone can do, but I swear Felix must possess a talent none of us can achieve. I can schedule you for tomorrow maybe, if that works?”

“I actually wanted an industrial piercing.”

"Industrial, huh..." The man muttered. “But you don’t even have lobe piercings…”

He stared at you as you stood in front of him, a bit perturbed to say the least. With a final shrug, he nodded. "Okay, that works. We have a guy who can do that. If you step over here we can pick out the bar that’ll get put in afterwards.” He rummaged around on the desk, his eyebrows knitting together. “If I can even find the stupid book.”

Your mouth moved faster than your brain, and before you knew it you heard your voice in the empty space around you. "Can I have the key?"

The brunette paused his actions, confusion shrouding his features. "The...key?" He asked. At least you assumed it was a question, it sounded more like a statement of disbelief.

At his confusion, you pointed behind yourself at the small picture in the corner of the board. The man at the front desk squinted to see the picture you were referring to. Once his eyes settled, he pursed his lips, and an untraceable emotion flitted past his dark brown eyes. He blinked harder than normal before speaking.

"That's, um, that’s not—"

His eyes flickered back to yours, and you could tell he was thinking about how to turn you down gently. However, at your disappointed face, he quickly cleared his throat, whatever he was planning on saying dying in his throat.

"I mean, that’s not a problem at all. Yup, we can do that for you. Definitely.”

He cracked the fingers on his hands as he continued to stare at the photo. After realizing the silence turned awkward, he quickly shook his head and tried to gather his thoughts. Once he recovered, he ran his fingers through his hair and smiled. “I'm Chan, by the way. I probably should've introduced myself first."

"Nice to meet you," you said back. His eyes sparkled as he held your gaze for a moment, before dropping it to sift through papers on the counter in front of him once again.

"This is gonna seem like a dumb question but, you’re at least 18 right?"

You nodded, the image of your outfit skittering across your memory like a rat. You internally cringed, sneaking a hand up to yank the headband off of your head. You stuffed it into your pocket with a mental note to throw it away later.

Chan grinned happily as he found the form he was looking for. His lip ring gleamed in the bright lights of the parlor waiting room, and he clapped his hands together. "Perfect. I'll take you to the back room, I think Minho would love to work on this for you."

He motioned for you to follow him through thick black curtains that led into another, larger room. You blinked in surprise as you stepped through the threshold. How did you not notice the black space in the wall was a curtain? It seemed like someone had started a paint job and abandoned it, not a three dimensional object. You looked back at it quizzically, watching the curtain flap back into place and remain motionless.

The two of you passed a few rooms with open doors where a couple people were scattered about. One room in particular held a red haired man working gingerly on the abs of another, the whir of a tattoo gun covering any and all conversation they could be having. The red head looked up and caught your eye for a brief second before going back to his work.

"We're here."

Here was the biggest door in the area, and notably the only closed one. Chan raised a gloved finger to his lips before knocking gingerly on the metal of the door.

Surprising to both of you, the door remained shut with no sign of life on the other side. Something in the air electrified, and you felt all the hair on your body stand at attention. The air felt thick, almost like the air before a thunderstorm. Anxiety boiled in your gut as you stared wearily at Chan. The cheerful smile on his face faltered as he stared at the unmoving door, but he cleared his throat and tried again.

"Lino," he called, the nickname a small attempt of lessening the intensity of the air. "I have someone here who needs a piercing done."

After another anxiety filled beat of silence, the door creaked open to reveal thin, catlike eyes. The eyes shifted from Chan to you and back again, and for a second you thought you wouldn't be getting your piercing done. But, thankfully, the owner of the eyes opened the door and allowed you both to step through.

Once you were both in the room, you found yourself standing between Chan and who you assumed was Minho. The latter had a scowl that could pierce glass, though it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular. The tension that enveloped you outside the door was no weaker here. You felt like you were choking on the air around you, and it nearly caused tears to pool in your eyes.

You noticed Chan’s gaze lingering on you for a moment, before he nudged Minho with his foot. The taller of the two glanced up, and they had a wordless conversation before you felt the air around you relax.

Odd.

"This is Minho," Chan spoke up after a moment. His happy tone seemed extremely inappropriate for both the general ambiance of the shop and the thick tension that once coated the room. You felt extremely out of place here, not only because of your clean and un-pierced skin, but there was a hint of something in the air that you couldn’t place, almost like Minho did not want you there.

The man in question had platinum blond hair that was a stark contrast to his dark, shifting eyes. His small lips were etched in a permanent pout that seemed to curve deeper with every passing second. He licked his lips, and you could see the black ball of a snake eye dart in and out his mouth.

“That’s my name,” he said lowly in response to Chan. “What do you want?”

"Oh I don’t want anything,” He chuckled. He turned his attention towards you and continued talking. “Minho here is the maker of the earring you were interested in. He’ll be doing your piercing."

At this, Minho quirked an eyebrow up. His slow drawl sharpened to a sarcastic blade. "Come again?"

Chan shrugged simply. "She picked your key, Lino."

You noticed Minho had piercings of his own: an industrial, a double lip ring, a septum, the tongue piercing, and of course, simple lobe piercings. But, his industrial piercing was a simple bar. If Minho made the key, wouldn't he want to wear it?

The taller man scoffed, his pout turning into a full blown scowl. He threw the cloth in his hands down on the chair in front of him and shook his head. "The nose ring? Nope, that’s Jeongin’s department. He should be finishing up with his client soon.”

Chan said nothing, just stared.

A dozen emotions flickered through Minho’s eyes before he settled on disgust and anger. “Wait. Chan, you can’t possibly be talking about—” He cut himself off, raising his eyebrows as a completion of his sentence.

Chan nodded.

Minho scoffed. “I’m not making that earring, Chan. No way.”

Your heart plummeted from its cavity as you looked to Chan for answers. The brunette met your eyes, and he rolled his own playfully, signaling for you to pay no mind to the other man's attitude. Minho caught this, of course, and his frown deepened.

“Chan I told you a million times, I was never making that earring again. I didn’t even know the stupid picture was up on that board.”

“Oh, come on Minho.”

“That piercing is nothing but trouble and so are the people who want it.”

You blinked, confused and a little offended.

“I don’t think she’s one of those people.”

Minho whipped around, his dark eyes boring into yours. You widened your own eyes, face flushing as you quickly averted your gaze.

"Come on, Lino. You’re the only one who can make that piercing happen, and she really wants it.”

“Well, I don’t really hav—”

Your words died in your throat as Chan put a single finger to his lips to silence you. The dynamic of the room shifted, and all of the power and command attached itself to Chan. Minho seemed to notice the shift as well and he shrunk into himself.

He sighed, his pout twisting until his lips were pursed in thought. "But Chan…."

"Um.” You found your voice again. “Should I have picked another design? It's okay, really."

"No," Chan said, his voice more firm than before. "Minho will do it for you."

Minho opened his mouth to argue, but closed it forcefully under the other man’s red hot glare. He looked like he wanted to say something, or a lot of things, to his counterpart. But something about his glare kept Minho quiet.

Chan’s final input seemed to knock the final brick of Minho's tower over, and the blond haired man let a sigh rip through his chest. "Fine. I’ll do it."

The cheerful attitude returned to Chan as he clapped, the abrupt change in the atmosphere almost giving you whiplash. You felt mildly dizzy as the brunette stepped quickly towards the door, the face splitting smile back where it belonged.

"Thanks, Min! I'll go fill out the paperwork, you can get started.”

He turned to you with a soft smile, lowering his voice so only you could hear. "Don't let this grump get you down. He's really sweet under his mean ol' face."

You weren’t sure how much of that you believed, but you nodded anyway. Chan shot you a wink, and with one final glance at Minho, he stepped out of the room.

You were too anxious to turn around, but you could feel the blonde’s eyes digging holes into the back of your skull. You swallowed thickly and prayed to every higher power that the appointment would go quickly.

Minho let out an exhausted sounding sigh and started moving around the room. When you gained the courage to turn around, he motioned vaguely for you to take a seat in the large chair in the middle of the room and turned his back to you, pulling out a thick strip of metal and a pair of pliers from a drawer and beginning to work on the design.

He paused for a second, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I have to make the earring from scratch, since the one in the picture is the only one that currently exists. Just sit, I’ll be done soon.”

After that, nothing.

The silence was deafening. Every breath in the room echoed and radiated off the walls and bounced right back on your ears. The man was no help, working silently with his back hunched over his work protectively. There was no room to peek, no room to ask questions. After opening and closing every app on your phone for 10 minutes, you fiddled with the flaps of your jacket as a means to occupy yourself. You willed yourself to stay quiet, but your curiosity was sparking with each passing second.

His words from earlier worked their way back into your brain.

“That earring is nothing but trouble and so are the people who want it.”

What did that mean?

Part of you worried that you were in over your head. You hadn’t done a very good job of researching when you were looking for a place to pierce your ear, besides a customary search on google maps to make sure the shop actually existed. You started to worry that maybe the shop was a front for some kind of deadly mafia, or illegal trafficking ring.

You shook that thought out of your head. You were being ridiculous. That type of stuff was reserved for TV dramas and the fanfiction you read at night.

An agonizing 5 minutes later, Minho put his pliers down for good. He wiped his hands with hand sanitizer before spinning around in his chair to look at you. The scowl was no longer present on his face— in fact, his features as a whole softened. He looked at you and tilted his head quizzically, like he was studying a painting.

“You ever got a piercing before?”

At your head shake, he let out a dry laugh. “Why am I not surprised.”

The drawer next to his workspace opened to reveal an array of needles and various other piercing equipment. A cold chill ran down your spine at the looks of the needle sizes. Minho, noticing your apprehension, rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’m not a jackass, so I’m going to pierce your ear with a needle, not the gun, and then feed the earring through. Okay?”

You didn’t really know if she could say no to that. He was a professional after all. You nodded anyway, watching as he prepped his station.

He rolled his chair over to where you sat, dragging along a small metal tray table with him. The earring sat in all its glory on a cotton swab doused with rubbing alcohol. On the tray, it didn’t look much like a key— it didn’t look much like anything really. Sort of like an abstract painting. you wondered if maybe it was an optical illusion.

Minho followed your confused gaze to the earring and kissed his teeth. “It's not going to look like… a key yet,” he muttered. “It has to be in your ear first.”

His features may have relaxed, but his tone was harsh. A part of you wanted to shut up and let him do what he needed, but Chan’s voice rang in the back of your mind.

‘Don’t let him intimidate you.’

You’re an adult, for goodness sake, and Minho couldn’t be that much older than you. You counted to 10 in your head to give yourself the courage to say something.

“Does no one else think it looks like a key?” you piped curiously. “Chan didn’t know what I was talking about until he saw the picture, and you seem like that wasn’t what you wanted it to be.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “It's whatever you want it to be. Some people think it's a heartbeat, some people think it’s just a squiggle. You think it's a key, and that’s fine.”

He wiped a needle down with an alcohol pad. “Well. I hope you have a high pain tolerance. Industrials hurt.”

“Um…”

Minho rolled his eyes. “Never mind.”

He scooted his chair closer and discarded the soaked cotton ball. He pulled a marker from behind his ear and marked two dots where the earring would go through.

“Alright, take a deep breath in for me,” He muttered, his face dangerously close to yours. You followed his directions, and on his command you let the breath out. Immediately you felt the sharp sting from the needle, and you gripped the arm of the chair with force.

“Fuck,” You hissed, arching off the chair in pain.

“That wasn’t so bad,” He muttered. “Besides, that was only the outter corner. I still have to pierce the inside.”

“Of course you do,” you muttered.

The traces of a smile pulled up on the corners of Minho’s mouth, but just as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. He wiped down the next needle and adjusted his chair so he could reach his target.

“Alright, same process. Deep breath in.”

You sucked in a breath.

“And--”

The door to Minho’s workspace slammed open, and an unfamiliar face stood in the doorway. The sound caught both of you by surprise, and the needle went through your ear before you could prepare. You hissed out in pain and slapped Minho’s hand away. Minho himself seemed terrified, but soon his eyes settled and he recognized the face at the door.

“Fucking-- what Hyunjin?”

The man at the door, Hyunjin apparently, had the same crown of red hair you saw on your way to Minho’s studio. Just like the two men you met previously, he was adorned from head to toe in tattoos. Under the bang of his hair was a shiny silver eyebrow piercing. His plump and full lips were slightly agape, staring at you two with quick, shifty eyes.

“Sorry, Min,” he said sheepishly. “I didn’t know you had a client. Chan told me someone was getting the… what is it?”

“A key,” The blond muttered.

“Right. A key…”

Your eyes shifted between the two men, who seemed to be communicating wordlessly like Chan and Minho did before.

What is with these guys?

“Am I missing something here?”

Hyunjin broke from his staring match with Minho and smiled at you in the chair. “Oh! Sorry, I’m Hyunjin,” he grinned. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before. Or in any of the local shops. Are you new in town?”

“Oh no, this is just my first piercing.”

Hyunjin’s eyes were soft and kind, and you felt yourself drawn to them inexplicably. He radiated comforting energy, and for the first time since you stepped into the shop, you could feel your body relax.

“First piercing, huh?” His smile turned teasing. “And you didn’t go for a lobe piercing?”

Behind you, Minho broke away from the distraction of the conversation and remembered his task at hand. He let out an annoyed hum and went back to work, grabbing the earring from the tray and preparing to feed it through the holes he just made.

“I wanted something a little more rebellious than a lobe piercing.”

Hyunjin’s smile turned into a full smirk “Of course,” he teased. “An industrial piercing, the most rebellious of all. Next on your bucket list must be jaywalking, huh?”

You returned his teasing smile. “Oh, for sure. And after that I’m going straight to littering.”

Laughing gently, the redhead found an empty portion of the counter and lifted himself up, scooting closer to your spot in the leather chair. “So, what made you pick Minho’s earring?”

You thought back to the dreamy feeling you got in your head upon seeing the picture. It seemed to call out to you silently, but you didn’t know how to say that without sounding like a lunatic. Instead, you shrugged lightly, jostling Minho’s hands as he worked on your ear.

“Keep still,” he hissed.

Hyunjin chuckled. “I wish I knew how to do ear piercings. You wouldn’t have to suffer with the grump here.”

“Can everyone stop calling me grumpy?” Minho slammed a hand down on his tray. “I am not grumpy because I’m 24 years old and not a toddler. Excuse me if I’m in a bad mood once in a while.”

Hyunjin’s sparkling eyes held an air of amusement. “S’okay Min,” he smiled. “You’re grumpy. It’s okay to be grumpy.”

Flipping Hyunjin off, Minho huffed and pushed away from you, reaching for the cloth on the metal tray. “Done,” he grumbled.

The redhead hopped off the counter and made his way over to your side, peering curiously at your ear. His brown eyes widened in surprise, a smile curling on the corners of his lips.

“Well done, Minho,” he grinned. “It looks even better than the picture.”

The man in question was too busy putting together a care kit to acknowledge the compliment. Absentmindedly, he thrust a hand mirror in the direction of the pair of you, mumbling something about checking it out. Hyunjin grabbed the mirror and handed it to you, smiling cutely as he cupped his chin in his hands. “Take a look.”

You lifted the mirror to your ear, turning your head to examine the new addition to your appearance. It really did look like a key now that it was in your ear. As you moved your head around to examine it, you noticed that its shadow held a peculiar shape to it as well.

You lifted the mirror higher to let the light hit the perfect spot. The shadow of the earring sort of looked like letters. You squinted carefully and shifted the light around to put the letters together to form a word.

M. I. N. H. O.

Minho.

As quickly as the name processed in your brain, the metal of the earring started to burn red-hot, and the mirror fell from your hands and shattered on the ground.

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Mayoi Ayase x F!reader

‼️Minors don't interact

Genre: smut

Tags: switch!Mayoi, breeding, established relationship, fluff at the start

Plot: After passing by a couple of young parents at the mall and helping a lost child, you and your boyfriend Mayoi have a baby fever. Maybe he could try putting one in you?

Words: 2,029

Day 19 OF Enstars x Reader NSFW month - Mayoi Ayase

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11 am. On a busy Saturday.

You are at the mall with Mayoi to try some sweets in a new cake shop. Apparently, Niki and Hiiro already went there and recommended it to him. It's only natural that you two go there together, be it because of Mayoi's social battery being low or just because he wanted you to tag along. In other words, this is a date.

Once you have arrived in front of the store, you get a table for two and sit on one of the chairs. You take a look at the menu. Everything looks so appetizing.

"Mhh, I don't know what to order..." you say out loud. "Have you already chosen, Mayoi?"

...

No reply. You lay your eyes off of the menu to look at your boyfriend. He looks lost in thoughts, staring at something. You turn around to face what is at the end of his gaze: a couple of young parents with their two children. By now, you know that Mayoi likes kids. He loves being a brotherly figure to them. Even though Mayoi barely mentions his family to you, you don't recall him having a little brother or sister.

"Are you envious of this family?~" you ask him kindly, thinking he's wishing he had a sibling.

"Huh? Ah, not really..." he replies in a tone that makes you thing he wants something else.

"Hmm... Anyways, have you chosen what to order?" you ask.

"Ah, sorry Y/N, I was deep in thoughts. Let me see..." he replies. "I think I'll go with the parfait."

"And I'll take a cheesecake!", you reply joyfully.

After ordering, your desserts are brought on your table. Mayoi looks all shy after interacting with the waitress. You can't help but want to tease him a bit.

You wait for him to dip his spoon again in his dessert.

"Could I try your dessert?" you ask your boyfriend.

"S-sure!"

"Aaaa" you let out as you open your mouth, waiting for him to feed you.

Without him saying a word, you can tell he's probably thinking 'Is this real? 'I'm so sinful for having weird thoughts!' 'She must be hum...I don't know?!' Or something like this. So you don't mind re-doing it for him to get it.

"Aaaa"

Reluctantly but excitedly, Mayoi puts the spoon in your mouth. His dessert tastes so good. You can't help but let out a small happy noise. You back up from the cutlery and smile at him. Even though he's hiding his face, you can tell he's blushing.

After leaving the store, you hear a small voice calling out for you.

"Mommy?!", a small child cries while holding onto your skirt. "Mommy??"

You and Mayoi turn around. Looks like this kid is lost and mistook you for his mom. You look at your man in surprise.

"Maybe we should help this little one..." he advices. "Hello there... What's your name?" he asks the boy gently.

Mayoi proceeds to calm the child down. As expected, he's good with kids. You look at him acting all kind and gentle. It triggers something within you, but you can't put a word on it. Nonetheless, you want to help as well.

"We'll help you find your mommy, don't worry!" you tell the child as you take his hand in yours.

You first try to wait for the mother where you are. After all, when a child is lost, their parents always tell them to stay where they are so that they can come find them. As you three are waiting nearby the shop you just ate at, you notice Mayoi is blushing even harder than usual.

"W-we kinda look like a family right now..." he softly whispers in your ear.

Oh. True. So you would be the mom, and Mayoi the dad. Parents, huh... You blush at his reply.

No mother in sight.

The three of you then try to get to the mall's security office, but the passageway is too crowded to move safely with a small child with you. Mayoi suddenly takes the little one on his shoulders and finds a short-cut. You follow him. The view you have before your eyes is so sweet. He's definitely looking more manly under this angle. You find a liking to this side of him.

"Honey?! Where were you? I was so scared..." a woman says in the distance.

The mother then thanked you both and left the mall with a smiling child.

On your way home, Mayoi holds your hand tight. The warmth of his hand makes you feel safe. The two of you have the same thoughts: you'd love to see each other as parents.

"D-Do you want kids, Y/N?" your boyfriend asks, expecting a negative answer.

"I'm not against the idea if it's with you..." you mutter.

Mayoi stops walking for a second, surprised by your answer.

"H-huh? I probably misheard... You deserve better than me as the father of your children... After all, I'm worth---"

"Because you know someone who would treat me better than you?" you cut him off. "Who else would clear their busy schedules to see me everyday? Who else would gift me cute stuff? Who else would love me more than you?"

He wants to reply, but he doesn't manage to.

"Besides, YOU are the one I love Mayoi, not anyone else, you," you reply in a semi-angry tone, a bit frustrated that your boyfriend thinks he doesn't deserve you. "So back to your question, yes I'd like to have kids with you!".

"You would bare my kids...?"

It's only after he finishes his sentence that you realize you've just shouted out loud that you want his kids. Plus, the way he worded it sounds like this isn't the first time he's been thinking about this. The both of you are now a blushing mess. His hand feels even hotter.

By chance, you finally reach your home. The two of you stop at your front door.

"Then, I'll see you soon, Y/N?" he says as he fidgets with his fingers, obviously wanting to stay by your side. He looks like he's desperate to continue the conversation or something else inside...

"Come on, stay for a while..." you reply.

"A-am I allowed to??" he asks, even though he's been there a hundred times already. Plus, it's not the moment right now.

You kiss him as an answer.

"You want to put your kids with me but won't get inside the house?" you ask, all flirtatious.

Suddenly, the tension rises even more. After an intense eye contact, the two of you walk toward your bedroom while kissing and removing each other's clothes on the way there like animals in heat. Once you reach the room, you are already fully undressed.

Mayoi sits on your bed. You sit on his lap, facing him. The two of you start making out on the spot. Your tongues intertwine, not leaving room for anything else, even for oxygen. All you can feel right now is the sweet taste in your mouth as well as Mayoi's dick hardening against your abdomen. The passion of the kiss makes you fall even harder for each other. You two can only think about each other's bodies. The kiss is so exquisite that tears are forming down Mayoi's eyes. Too bad you have to back up to get some air.

As both of you are practically panting, you slightly push down your lover's shoulders so that he lays down on your mattress. You take the time to admire his body. It's not the first time you've seen him naked, but now that you know that this body of his can and will impregnate you, you look at him in a different light. Mayoi's scanning is quite persistent, too. You caress his abs and thighs before digging in and putting his cock in your mouth. As your mouth licks all around his tip and length, you can hear his moans resonating in the room. His dick feels thicker now. He's definitely hard enough to get to the main part.

"Hm~... Y/N..."

You suddenly stop the blow job. Surely you don't want any drop to go to waste.

You get back on your knees and align yourself on top his cock. Mayoi's cock twitches at the contact of your two genitals. You slowly insert his dick inside of you. Your walls spread open to take him in. The thickness of his length hurts a bit. You stop for a second.

"Are you okay? I-it doesn't hurt, does it?" Mayoi asks, concerned.

"N-no, it's okay," you reply as your body adapts to your lover's.

Soon enough, you continue going down, fitting more of him inside of you, until you finally reach his thighs. Mayoi's hand is resting on your thigh while yours is resting on his torso. You begin moving a bit, going up and down repeatedly. What was slow at first gradually became faster. Mayoi joins in, too, and starts pushing his hips forward to thrust a bit more into you. It all feels so romantic.

"Aah Y/N...," Mayoi moans.

"Mayoi~..."

You fasten your pace and begin focusing on where you two are linked. Suddenly, Mayoi uses his free hand to grab one of your boobs and squeezes it.

"Ah~!" you let out.

You feel your climax is approaching, so his must be even closer because of your blow job.

"...Y/N... Do you really want to be pregnant from me?" he asks while panting.

"Yes~"

"T- then together..."

After a few more thrusts, you slam your thighs against his one last time before locking his dick deep inside of you.

"Ah... Carry my kids..!" Mayoi moans while closing his eyes from the pleasure.

"I-I'll bare your kids," you moan while having an orgasm alongside him.

You feel his semen filling you, going up your womb, trying to reach your deepest parts. Mayoi is pressing hard on both of your thighs, trying to make sure that he's pressing himself against your cervix while shooting more inside of you. He definitely wants to impregnate you.

The first drops of his cum leave your body because of the position. Mayoi instantly notices and frowns.

"L-let's try again," he says.

Suddenly, Mayoi lifts you up as if you weighted the same as a feather. In the process, his dick leaves your cunt. But only a few seconds later, you find yourself lying down, head on the pillow, spooned by Mayoi. This position is definitely one of those that help to conceive. He doesn't waste any time and penetrates you from behind. Both of his hands are busy with your chest, and his thighs are pressing against yours. Mayoi really switched the roles. And there is no way you wouldn't get pregnant from this position. Nonetheless, Mayoi thrusts harder, yet still romantically. Because the positon, ou pretty much can't do anything other than taking what he gives. And he's pretty good at it. All of his thrusts are deep enough to reach your end every tim he moves. Adding that to the naughty sound that is made when he slams his thighs into yours, it's only natural that you reach your climax again.

You turn your face around with your tongue out, begging for a kiss. Your lover joins in, mixing your two salivas again. His expression is so... manly and different than usual, minus the fact that you got him blushing again. You love this side of him. You only want him to show that face to you. But you love all of Mayoi's aspects. His laugh, his smiles, his everything. You're very much in love. Wet sounds, moanings, Mayoi's facial expression. You can't hold it anymore. Your boyfriend secures you as close as possible before cumming inside of you again.

"Mayoi~"

"Y/N~..."

Your stomach definitely gets bigger from all the cum he's pumping inside of you. You stay in the position for a moment.

Ah? You suddenly get turned around again in another position that helps to get pregnant. Mayoi definitely saw into those. It looks like he won't be done with you until he shoots blanks.

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feelbokkie · 7 months

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Autumn Dates with SKZ

Feeltober Day 6

genre: fluff, a smidge of crack

pov: 2nd person

description: Autumn dates each Stray Kids member would take you on.

pairing: ot8 x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of food

word count: 1,401

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👻13 Days of Feeltober👻

방 찬 (Bang Chan) (157 words)

Pumpkin Patch

Chan in a pumpkin patch is like a child in a candy shop

You will have to rent one of those wagons to drag all your pumpkins around

Because you are not getting just two pumpkins

Will probably convince you to bring a pumpkin for each of the members

Wouldn't have to do much convincing

The two of you would have the biggest pumpkins at least, he'd make sure of it

In fact, he'd make it his personal mission to find two identical giant pumpkins

Would even get some pie pumpkins so Felix could bake something with them or Minho could make soup

When you get tired from walking around the pumpkin patch, and you will get tired, he'll insist that you sit in the wagon with the pumpkins while he drags you around

Later the two of you would head home and carve the pumpkins together with the rest of skz, making it a family affair

이 민 호 (Lee Know) (233 words)

Picnic

Which sounds basic, I know, but it's all about the vibes

Since he likes cooking he would have fun planning a fall-themed menu

The two of you would take a scenic drive somewhere

Windows down, chill autumn air filling the car, music blasting, a blur of oranges and browns whizzing past you as you drive by all the trees

It wouldn't take much of a hike to get to the picnic spot, but you'd be surrounded by trees and drying leaves

And because it's cool out, he's brought things like warm soup and hot apple cider

If the picnic is at a public place like a park, then the two of you would people-watch and make up little scenarios about what's going on with the people around you.

If the picnic is in a place more secluded then the two of you would just enjoy your privacy

Bonus points if he rented a van, you two would just eat in the trunk of the car while staring out at a lake

Speaking of lakes. If there is a lake nearby, you would try to convince him to go on a boat ride

And by convince I mean you are begging to go and he is teasing you by pretending he doesn't want to

but he does

You end the date by watching the sunset for a little bit before heading out to dinner

서 창 빈 (Changbin) (152 words)

Haunted House

Sure, he gets scared in haunted houses, but the idea of going through them is kinda fun

Would 100% act all tough beforehand

"I watch horror movies for fun, this is nothing!"

A blatant lie, he is shitting bricks the whole time

But listen, as scared as he is, he is blocking you from all and any danger

Your hand is glued to his

He's reassuring you while screaming

Or rather, he's reassuring you after he starts screaming

"Ah! It's fine, it's just a ghost in the corner holding a knife!!"

Will be patient with you if you're exceptionally scared

Will also try to crack jokes to calm you and himself down a bit

"Hey, I didn't know Chan hyung got a part-time job here!"

Would tease you about how scared you were and act like he wasn't

"You were screaming so loud!" "Pretty sure you were just hearing yourself, Bin." "Hey--"

황 현 진 (Hyunjin) (180 words)

Train Ride

It would simply be a train ride to nowhere in particular

He just wanted to take you on the train ride to watch the passing trees

Will make sure you have the best seats on the whole train

Would also pack snacks for the two of you

He would make sure he had his gummies

And have a small sketchbook with him, maybe even a mini water coloring set

And you would have a book or something else with you to keep you occupied

Because you can only spend so long just looking out the window of a train before it's not fun anymore

You two would share earbuds as you sit across from each other quietly

You might hold hands for a little bit if your activity doesn't require both of your hands

After the initial train ride, you two would go out to eat since you already made the trip

Probably go shopping too before heading home

On the train ride back you would sit side by side, lying on each other while quietly listening to music again

한 지 성 (Han) (159 words)

Movie Night

Another basic one I know, but listen he would make it cute

Halloween-themed movies, but cute ones like Halloween Town and the Haunted Mansion

And even though it's not a Halloween movie, Kiki's Delivery Service

"Jisung, this doesn't count." "It has a witch, it definitely counts!"

His room would be decked out in Halloween decorations

Would just make his whole room into a giant blanket fort

Would even get you two matching pajamas and fuzzy socks

Has a whole bunch of snacks and food that he ordered

We know this man is not cooking shit

You two will find yourselves eventually tangled up together cuddling

And at some point, probably halfway through, fall asleep

Or, if you're not asleep, Jisung will be too comfortable to try to find the remote and put on another movie

Will start whining if you try to move either to find the remote yourself or go to the bathroom

Face it, you're conjoined now

이 용 복 (Felix) (220 words)

Apple Picking

This is such a cute date because you know it's going to lead to a baking date

You would even go to the apple farm wearing matching outfits

And you would have your own baskets

You are ready!

Felix would try to help you get higher apples by either giving you a leg up or putting you on his shoulders

Which would be fun until a couple of apples knock him on his head

No doubt you two would buy some apple-flavored snacks before leaving

And Felix was so ready that he bought all of the other ingredients beforehand

And the baking part is a whole date in itself

Matching aprons and everything

You're both working in the kitchen, music on as you take on different tasks

Because you're not just making one thing, you're making a whole apple bakery

Except, there is one problem: too many apples

Honorary member of paborach frfr

And you two only realize after you've washed and peeled all of the apples so now you're trying to find more recipes to use up all of the apples before they go bad

Eventually, even with all of the recipes you had, the two of you cut up the rest and just served it to the other cutie dorm members like a mom bringing her child fruit

김 승 민 (Seungmin) (129 words)

Autumn Photoshoot

He loves taking pictures and you are his favorite model

Would take you somewhere with a lot of trees so the picture would pop

Would even bring props just in case

You stole his camera a couple of times to take some pictures of him

Because why wouldn't you want to take pictures of that smile?

Eventually, you two will start playing in the fallen leaves

I'm talking about leaf angels and making giant leaf piles and jumping in

Of course, Seungmin got some lovely candids of all that

At the end of the date, he will suggest going out to eat and the two of you will go to a nearby restaurant not caring about the leaves in your hair

Which, of course, Seungmin got some pictures of

양 정 인 (I.N) (171 words)

Autumn Festival

Listen, a lot can happen at an Autumn festival

You can get caramel apples

Drink apple cider

Go on a haybale ride

But the main attraction: the corn maze

Which is all fun and games

For the first 20 minutes

Unfortunately, Jeongin was in front and the two of you got so lost

Not that you would be any less lost if you were in the lead

It's funny at first, getting lost, because that's one of the main points of the whole thing

But eventually, you start bickering

"I told you to go left," "If you want to go left so much, go left. Nobody is stopping you." He says while clutching your hand

By the time you're both mad at each other

Until your stomach growls

And then you two go find somewhere to eat and talk about the maze

Which will lead you two to start laughing and joking about the whole thing

As if you two were willing to sacrifice the other to get out moments earlier

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