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evielmostdefinitely · 4 months

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pls i NEED a fic of corio and readers first time together im on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

first fall of snow |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: capitol!reader and coriolanus' first time.

contains: smut, nothing graphic bc i wanted it to be fluffy. dark-ish coriolanus. consensual. 18+.

“And as for the Academy,” You fell into step with Coriolanus, his arm out for you to politely clutch, the fallen snow crunching beneath your heels. “What do you wish to do after?”

Coriolanus tilted his head back, brows creasing in thought. “I’d like to continue my work with Dr. Gaul.” He hummed, a firm grip on your arm that had you swooning. “Longterm, I’d like to be President.”

“Ooh,” You grinned, eyes sparkling under the lights of the city. Coriolanus swallowed down the heat he felt rising in his throat. “President Snow, that certainly has a nice ring to it.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Coryo smiled softly.

“I think that’s wonderful, Coriolanus.” You matched his smile, a dreamy look in your eye that Coryo was growing very fond of each time he saw it. “Very ambitious. I like that in a man.”

“Do you?” Coriolanus laughed, head tilting down towards you. The proper dating had gone to flirtatious banter quickly. It felt perfect, far too perfect, beyond what his own planning and careful meddling could even design.

“I love it.” You grinned, pausing for a beat as he opened the door to your building, holding the door for you to slip in before his hand found the small of your back. It was polite, really, so innocent and respectable, the placement of his hand. Still, it made your heart flutter, burst with excitement.

Your own finger reached for the button of the elevator, turning to meet Coriolanus’ dazzling eyes. “I love a man who knows what he wants.”

His throat bobbed, you grinned at the flustered blush creeping out from under his collar. He was the vision of perfection, prim and proper, so put together- you wanted to ravish him. Mess that perfect hair up, tug at it and feel it between your fingers.

The ding of your elevator trilled, pulling Coriolanus’ attention away from you. “Well, then,” Your heart skipped at his words. “I’m glad I can impress you, Miss Duke.” His hand reached for your cheek, pulling you in for a rather sloppy smooch. Still respectful, cautious of the potential onlookers.

You were swooning when he pulled away, head spinning with excitement, his hand still pressed to your warm cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Your heart sunk at his words, spiraling down further and further. You blinked at him, face falling.

“Yes?” Coriolanus’ brows creased, head tilting softly to the side. “Tomorrow? Or do you have plans, darling?”

You swallowed, shaking your head. “N-No, I will see you tomorrow.” You forced a smile, stepping towards the elevator. Of course he would act this way, it was the proper thing to do. You were a fool for thinking otherwise.

“Coriolanus,” You called, heel stopping the elevator tracks from closing. Those icy blues met your gaze, melting you from the inside out. Your body covered in a blush, maybe from adrenaline, maybe from him.

“Would-Would you,” You swallowed your racing heart, hands fidgeting with your small bag. “Won’t you come up.” You motioned to the elevator. “Have a cup of tea. Stay for a while.”

Coriolanus grinned, a toothy smile that made your heart leap. “If you insist.” He muttered, stepping in behind you, his hand finding its place back on your spine when you pressed the button, trying to dull your fidgety excitement that raced through your veins.

The penthouse was everything Coriolanus thought it would be, and more. Extravagant, efficient, top of the line in every way. So modern yet so… comforting. Something so familiar, and it smelled of you.

The roses still in a vase from last night's date. Coriolanus always brought you a bouquet on your Thursday evening dinners, a part of him to take with you and remember him throughout the week.

He settled into a cushioned arm chair while you fixed the tea, chatting lightly, pretending not to watch him take in your small space. “How long have you lived here?” Coriolanus asked.

“Not long.” You shrugged, looking at him over your shoulder. “Less than a year. My father gave it to me when I started my job after the Academy, so I could have a place of my very own. Some independence.”

“Independence.” Coriolanus nodded. “That must be nice. To have… To have this place of your own, I mean.” His fists clenched, clammy and hesitant. “I still live with my family.”

“That must be nice.” You repeated, pulling the small tea cups out of the cupboard. “I miss my family. Miss my mother. It gets lonely up here all alone.” You turned, leaning against the counter, lashes batting towards him.

Coriolanus was sure his heart had stopped beating, the sultry pout you gave him, like you were trying to fluster him. He wasn’t entirely convinced that you weren’t.

“Does it?” Coriolanus swallowed around the growing lump in his throat, hands moving as nonchalantly as he could to lay them in his lap.

You nodded, slow steps, smooth and calculated across the marble, over the fur rug. “Very lonely. Especially at night.” You sighed, lolling your head to the side. “No one here to keep me company.”

Coriolanus tried to keep his composure, remain calm and cool, though his heart hammered in his ears with a thrill. “Well, I’m here now.” He said confidently, chin tilting to look up at you. “I’ll keep you company tonight. If you’ll have me.”

Your lips curled, a triumphant grin spreading across your features, eyes lighting with delight. Coriolanus was relieved, he’d answered correctly. You moved towards him, his hands finding your waist easily, nearly instinctively as you sunk into his lap straddling his wide thighs. Your fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Coryo’s hands found your hips, your ass, squeezing and rubbing over the flesh he’d been longing to touch for so long. Oh, how you’d tormented him. Your body consuming his thoughts at all hours of the night, his hand snaking under his pajama pants as he thought of you, fantasized about what you might look like under those pretty dresses- what you might taste like. He was about to find out.

When you dropped to your knees, a sly smile far too salacious than he was expecting, pumping his shaft in your soft hands. Coriolanus’ head tipped back, sweat beading at his hairline when you took him in your mouth, a little unsure, gagging at the intrusion of him- he was sure he’d be succumbing to you far too easily.

“Coriolanus, oh!” You mewled, back arching off the edge of the bed. You’d gotten your wish, hands tangled through his blonde curls, tugging them out of place and pulling him closer and closer to you.

Coryo’s tongue lapping at your cunt, swirling over your clit. You’d tasted even better than he could have imagined. He was surprised at how easily your mind numbed when he’d lick you between your legs. How pliant and sweet, totally dependent and reliant on him, eyes rounding at him for guidance and instruction- he’d remember that for the future.

He finally pushed into you, slowly, his hands under your knees, kissing your shin when you whined at the stretch, the pain of fitting him inside of you. He was gentle, the most gentle and delicate he’d ever be with you again. Cautious like you were a flower, one that could snap and break if he handled you the wrong way.

Soft grunts muffled into your skin, your hands cradling him closer to you, chest to chest, nose to nose, bodies moving in stuttered rhythm together for the first time.

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fairyyeo · 1 year

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wrapped in red ❅ han jisung

pairing — bestfriend!jisung x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 1.2k

a/n — i loveeee this fic. this is my fav xmas song + my bias so !! love this !! proud of it !! is it a little mish mash all over the place ? yeah. is it a little cringe ? yeah. do i care? fuck no. merry christmas eve loves <33

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december 24th. christmas eve.

you first realised you were in love with your best friend on christmas eve four years ago. it was at a christmas party that your friends had every year to spend time together and exchange gifts.

you can remember the evening clearly. there was a buzz in the air. they were all laughing and smiling, their cheeks a warm rosy pink from all the alcohol. they each got exactly what they'd hoped they would for christmas—including you.

yet, even as you happily held the gift from jeongin that you'd so badly wanted, something didn't feel right. you still felt like something was missing. your eyes danced around the room, really taking in the sight of your friends enjoying each other's company, and thats when you saw it.

jisung beaming as he opened his gift from felix.

his smile. his beautiful heart-shaped grin. sure, you'd seen that smile thousands of times before, but there was no denying the way your own smile grew as you saw his. and you certainly couldn't deny the way your heart swelled to the point where you thought it would burst through your ribcage.

it was never the same after that. each time you saw him smile thereafter your heart ached. you loved him.

you never let it show. not once. you didn't have the courage to tell him how you felt.

every year december came around once more and your friends' hosted their annual christmas eve party.

every year you suffered in silence while your best friend smiled as he opened his gift.

you wouldn't love him from afar anymore. you wouldn't sit and watch and do nothing about your longing heart. you would reach out this year.

this christmas you would risk it all.

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it was christmas eve, again.

you weren't even sure how you'd willed yourself to get into the car. it was merely hours before you were meant to be at changbin's house for the christmas party. but you couldn't tell jisung at the party. it had to be now or you'd put it off yet another year.

nervous was an understatement. eight years of friendship was on the line here. so when you pulled up outside jisung's house, your legs wobbled like you were tipsy on eggnog as you stepped out the car.

the snow fall was heavy but it didn't stop you from dashing for the front door. standing on the porch it suddenly felt real, you'd come this far, there was no turning back now. you paced a few steps, mustering the courage to knock on the door.

just as you lifted your hand to knock, the door swung open, startling you.

"jisung!"

"y/n?"

the two of you exclaimed.

"are you heading out?" you asked him, noticing the car keys in his hand.

"yeah, i was actually." jisung was confused why you were standing on his front porch. he narrowed his eyes at you, "what are you doing here?"

this was it. now or next year.

"i... um..." you wrung your hands, in an attempt to both calm your nerves and warm your hands. "there's something i wanted to tell you."

"what is it?" jisung cocked his head looking truly confused, you honestly felt bad.

"well, you see..." you tried to say it, you really did. but you were struggling to say those unspoken words out loud.

jisung noticed you hesitating, "whatever it is, you can tell me. i'm your best friend, remember?" he rubbed your arm comfortingly.

jisung was right. he was your best friend. if this didn't go as planned you wouldn't lose him because of it. you could go back to loving him from afar, back to the ache in your heart, back to being best friends.

suddenly, you weren't afraid to fall.

you let out a steady breath, "i love you, jisung."

he didn't say anything at first. instead, the snow continued to fall, a few snowflakes landing on your face and head. the cold was beginning to seep into your skin. you hadn't even realised how freezing it was outside until now because you'd been in such a hurry on the way over.

you were about to tell jisung to forget about it just as he let out a nervous chuckle.

"boy, i am so glad you said that." he emphasised the word 'so' before breaking into that goddamn heart-shaped grin.

it was poetic.

how could someone be so beautiful? in fact, beautiful was an enormous understatement. you truly couldn't find the words to describe how beautifully you thought of him.

"i got you for secret santa this year," jisung began as he brushed some snow off your shoulder, "you know, for the christmas party." he dusted the snow from your hair now, but he couldn't look you in the eye. "i wasn't quite sure what to get you because... because nothing really showed how much i feel for you." now he brushed off the snow from your nose and cheeks, his warm hand finally resting on your cheek. "i guess what i'm trying to say is, i love you too."

jisung's cheeks now wore that same warm pink from christmas eve four years ago, except for a far different reason. he was shy to confess.

understandable, you had struggled too. you were honestly proud of yourself for coming all the way here and actually getting yourself to say the words 'i love you'—wait, what was that?

did jisung say he loved you too? maybe you got some snow in your ear. truthfully, your senses faltered after you confessed, you were too enthralled by jisung's smile once again. and the way he was brushing the snow off of you. and the way his hand remained on your cheek.

it was also then you became aware that jisung was now holding your face with both of his warm hands.

you quickly grasped his arms. "wait. did you say you love me too?"

"was i not supposed to say that?" jisung now wore a confused look.

"sorry, i blanked out looking at your smile and—oh my god did that sound creepy? i'm sorry, i just think you have the most beautiful smile in the world. i think it's the reason i fell in love with—"

your nervous ramble was cut short as jisung darted forward and placed his soft lips on yours. he gently pulled you by your jacket through the front door and into the warm hallway, never breaking the kiss. and though the tug on your jacket was gentle, the kiss certainly was not. it was deep and passionate and as soon as he'd pulled you across that threshold your back was against the wall and his hands were tangled in your hair.

this is not what you'd thought would happen, however, you could certainly not complain. kissing jisung felt like reading the most beautiful poetry. the kind of sonnet that makes you tear up. the one you actually feel pull on your heartstrings. you never wanted to stop kissing him, the feeling too insatiable.

"merry christmas." jisung breathed as he reluctantly pulled away, already accustomed to the taste of your lips.

you grinned, an immense feeling of adoration blanketing your heart, "merry christmas, jisung."

"so," he shut the door and led you further inside, "does this mean i don't have to get you anything for secret santa now?"

you laughed, "your smile is as good of a gift as any."

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fancyfeathers · 4 months

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No One Else (Yandere Childe, songfic) (Normalized Yandere AU)

Part two to the Abduction (please read it first)

Like the first part this is inspired by a song in Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, No One Else

Listen here- No One Else

The moon -

First time I heard your voice

Moonlight burst into the room

You sat on one of the lounge couches, book in hand. Your once fiancé, now husband, Pierre, sat at the piano, playing a song that he was currently working on. You two had moved all the way here to his home in Fontaine, far away from your childhood home in Snezhnaya.

And I saw your eyes

And I saw your smile

And the world opened wide

And the world was inside of me

Now you two have been married for a calm and peaceful few weeks, not even a word from Sheznaya, which you wish you could be thankful for but it was so unsettling. Pierre told you not to think about it so much, it would only make you more paranoid. At least now you had a home and someone to confide in, safe from the harbinger who has longed for you two so. Pierre was someone you could truly confide in, someone who held your hand and understood. Then breaking your peaceful silence is an abrupt knock at your front door.

And I catch my breath

And I laugh and blush

And I hear guitars

You are so good for me

It is late, your husband had been home from work for hours now, the sun has set. No one would come knocking at this hour. You sat up as you watched Pierre walk to the door and open it and your heart sank, it was a Fatui agent. You couldn’t see his face with his mask but it was far too recognizable.

“Monsieur Pierre, Mademoiselle (Na-“

“It’s Madame (Name), she is married.” Pierre corrected and the Fatui agents laughed, the audacity of him. You saw Pierre’s fists clench and you felt ticked off at this.

“I apologize for my laughter but in Sheznaya you’re married is not recognized.” He answered and you stepped forward, setting a hand on Pierre’s shoulder.

“Well we’re not in Sheznaya, so that doesn’t matter.” You snapped back, putting on a brave facade. “What do you want?”

“Just here to deliver a letter from The Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.” He reaches into his coat and pulled out an envelope, reaching out to hand it to either you or Pierre, and it was snatched up by your husband. You watched as Pierre stepped back to the piano to sit down and read it. The Fatui watched him before sighing, his sadistic expression falling and a look of concern coming across his face instead . “If I may, it would be unwise to refuse Childe like this. I knew your father when we were young.”

“My father told me not to look bac-“

“Your father is in danger, Childe may not harm your mother or sisters but your father isn’t off the table. Pleas-“

“Please leave now. You did your job, now leave.” You cut him off, starting to close the door. “My father is strong, he’ll make it out of this alive.”

You shut the door in his face before turning back and walking over to Pierre. You saw him reading the letter, clearly in shock. You rushed to his side and took the letter from his hand, setting it aside.

“Pierre, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, (Name)…” He turned to look at you, his face in pure and utter horror. “I fear we have made a grave mistake.”

“Pierre… please, tell me…”

You felt Pierre’s arms wrap around you and tears hitting your shoulder, Pierre was crying. You heard his words and your expression immediately matched his, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Your father is to be put to death.”

Oh the moon

Oh the snow in the moonlight

And your childlike eyes

And your distant smile

You couldn’t process anything, you tried to reach over and grab the opened the letter. Your hands grabbed the tear stained paper and brought it to your eyes to ready, but everything was so foggy with your tears. You could make out a few words, missing you two, sisters, happy, dolls, mother, tea, wedding, and lastly your father, being put to death…

You couldn’t breathe…

I'll never be this happy again

You and I

And no one else

You couldn’t process the next few days, barely leaving the house. There was no more music, it felt so dead. You could count down the days… no not days until your father’s execution, that had been at least postponed and maybe even stopped fully, but for what price?

We've done this all before

We were angels once

Don't you remember?

Giving up your freedom, the both of you. Pierre had already written to him, formally, nothing personal or loving about it. A response quickly came from the harbinger, telling you two that he would be leaving immediately to retrieve you two personally. He told you to only pack the necessities, saying that he would provide everything for the two of you.

Joy and life

Inside our souls

And nobody knows

Just you and me

It's our secret

So now here you are, walking down the halls of your home, a home you hoped to build your future. You could only imagine that now, raising a family together, celebrating holidays, and imagining nights where the two of you would be restless and sit out in the lounge and read to one another, just like old couples do. Just you two and no one else.

This winter sky

How can anyone sleep?

There was never such a night before!

I feel like putting my arms round my knees

And squeezing tight as possible

And flying away

Like this...

Now you stood in the lounge, Pierre had set your bags at the door which was slightly ajar. Your hands trailed over the keys of the piano, your eyes darting over the living room, the unfinished books resting on the coffee table in between your chairs, scripts from Pierre’s roles that he would never get to preform again, the chair in the corner which sat a sad lump of fabric, a coat Pierre was sewing for you as a wedding gift that would never be finished.

You felt Pierre’s hand intertwine with yours as he came to stand beside you. His eyes drifted to the same things and more, his heart just as heavy.

“I had always hoped to make a home here.” His eyes eventually rested on you. “Oh ma chérie, je suis vraiment désolé de ne pas pouvoir te donner la vie que tu mérites.”

The words flowed off his tongue in his first language. You turned to him and wrapped you arms around him in an embrace. You knew what he had said and knew it wasn’t his fault that Ajax was willing to play dirty.

Oh the moon

Oh the snow in the moonlight

And your childlike eyes

And your distant smile

I'll never be this happy again

“Ne t'excuse pas, ce n'est pas de ta faute. On ne pouvait pas s'attendre à ses tours.” You spoke back in what of the language you knew, you speaking was choppy as you were new to it not like Pierre’s where it was first nature to him. You felt Pierre lean down to kiss your forehead before he walks over to the old record player and taking one from his small collection and setting it to play. As music fills the room he comes back to you and his hands come to intertwine with yours once more and the other to rest on your waist like you were dancing.

“We never did get to have our first dance.” He said, beginning to lead your steps with his. “So let us have your last, only us, and no one else.”

The music played and you two became lost in each other, like the night you first met. The lights, music, the chatter, the people, but somehow at that moment he was the lost important person in all of Teyvat. It was something out of a fairytale.

You and I

True love…

You and I

The prince and the princess…

You and I

But you forgot…

Every story has its villain…

The sound of clapping reminds you of that…

You both turn to see the app to familiar face of the harbinger who has been watching the two of you, almost this entire time, but you both were so swept up in the other that you didn’t notice. The one who has threatened your family, the one who has destroyed both of your lives to fulfill his desires and dreams, living in a delusion and throwing your hopes to the wind.

“Monsieur Childe.” Pierre speaks, not a trace of kindness in his words, it seems Pierre was adamant on his coldness towards the harbinger.

“Ajax.” The red haired man corrects, taking a step forward to the both of you. In his arms you notice him carrying Pierre’s wool coat and your fur cloak, the same one your sisters had given you, Childe must have found it on the coat rack in the front entry. He sauntered over to you two, placing the coat around Pierre’s shoulders, the high difference between the two of them would have been funny under different circumstances, but now it just made Pierre feel even more weak than he already was. “Pierre, please go wait outside.”

Before Pierre could object one of the Fatui agents who accompanied Childe took your husband by the forearm and dragged him outside, leaving you and Childe alone in here. You want to take the letter opener from the lounge desk and stab the harbinger before you in the neck, eye, anywhere. You wanted him to suffer like you had.

Without speaking a word you watched him step towards you, like Pierre his hands intertwine with yours, but you slapped his hand away and a strong scowl formed on your face. “Do not touch me after what you did to my family. You’re a monster, I will never love you nor will he.”

“любовь…” he spoke in reply, reaching over your shoulders to set the fur cloak on your shoulders. His smile never fading “Fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see, to find the man behind this monster you think exists.”

“Don’t speak to me like that.” You snapped back. “I will see what is truly there and I see no man.”

There was the harsh sound of skin on skin. Your head rang for a moment, and your hand trailed up to touch the read mark he had left on your cheek. A tear fell down your cheek, not sorrow but from the pain, the physical pain of it, you knew it would leave a black and blue bruise. Childe’s own hand came up to graze against to red hand print he had left before leaning down to kiss it. Bruises and kisses, fitting for your situation.

As Ajax picked you up hand carried you out the door, wrapped in the fur cloak, just like Pierre had done to you on the night you ran from Sheznaya, only now the two of you were being dragged back. As you sat in the carriage, your eyes locking with Pierre’s and him seeing the red print on your face, the two of realized. No one else you would love you like the other did. You two were meant to be together, just the two of you…

And no one else

Translations Oh ma chérie, je suis vraiment désolé de ne pas pouvoir te donner la vie que tu mérites- Oh my darling, I'm so sorry I can't give you the life you deserve Ne t'excuse pas, ce n'est pas de ta faute. On ne pouvait pas s'attendre à ses tours- Don't apologize, it's not your fault. We couldn't expect his tricks любовь- love

#yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere childe x reader #yandere Childe #childe x reader #yandere tartaglia

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mrsquill · 7 months

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Ghost

Summary: Joel suffers a panic attack in Jackson after catching sight of a woman who looks like Sarah; something that both unsettles and comforts him in equal measure, and forces him to think about his choices. Based off the scene from the TLOU HBO show, episode 6.

Notes: Happy Birthday, Joel! My gift to him is putting him through pain, like always 🫶🏻 I have always wondered how that interaction in the show would affect him, so here it is. Special thanks to @tlouobsessed for sparking this idea and @macfrog for moral support 🤍

Warnings: Joel is sad. Mentions of death, blood and violence. Sorry if I forgot any! LMK 💘

Joel knew she wasn’t her. Of course he did. He felt it in his bones, the moment his vision focused as she turned around.

She wasn’t his baby girl, the one he held in the hospital on that blissful summer evening, thirty-four years ago. Seven pounds, eleven ounces. She wasn’t his daughter; soccer-mad and carefree, breeze blowing through her hair as she skipped off the porch, telling Joel she loved him in that teenage way she had.

She wasn’t Sarah, her body limp and still in his arms as he refused to let go, Tommy’s hand on his shoulder, telling him gently she’s gone, Joel. There’s nothin’ we can do.

The wave of panic passed; the clutches of dread around his heart subsiding. Joel was frightened. He couldn’t count how many times he’d lost control like that of late, fear bubbling over like a pot left to boil as he drew his jacket tighter around himself.

He wondered if it was his age; his life so ravaged by Cordyceps he would’ve forgotten his own goddamn birthday, if it hadn’t been so close to the day he lost Sarah, too. Twenty years, baby girl. It’s gone so fast.

Joel barely ever let himself dream, but he did then; Sarah, graduated, a lawyer or something. Big house, still in Austin, he’d hope. Kids of her own, if she wanted. Grandpa Joel. It wounded him so deeply, so viscerally, he was surprised nobody else in Jackson could see his blood dripping on the snow.

He knew she wasn’t her. He’d had one sliver of hope; a delusion, a thread so thin it snapped within seconds. Joel so desperately wanted to believe it was his daughter, to look into her eyes, hear her laughter. His Sarah, alive and standing there before him, singing Christmas songs like she always had done. He forgot sometimes that she’d been long dead; longer than she’d ever been alive.

He wondered if Tommy knew the woman he saw, if he’d ever thought the same, the striking resemblance catching him off guard. Joel chewed over the thought of his younger brother. Tommy, having a kid of his own.

He allowed himself to sink helplessly into self-pity as he walked away from the festive cheer, slush leaking through the holes in his boots.

The universe was laughing at him, surely, with the cruelty of it all. His brother tells him he’s gonna be a father, and Joel is confronted with his jealousy in physical form; the ghost of the girl who gave that role to him first.

Tommy’s words rattled around his head as ice wind whipped through him, footsteps trudging up the street. Just ‘cuz life stopped for you, doesn’t mean it has to stop for me. Joel found himself wanting to weep for the first time in years, the injustice of it all pricking his eyes incessantly.

He saw Sarah everywhere. In the vibrant deep orange of every sunset, in the innocence of the morning dew. Every butterfly that would hang around him on his trips through the forests with Tess, he knew it was her. Keeping him safe, letting him know she was with him, one step behind.

And then.. Ellie. Ellie, so far removed from Sarah but nudging into his heart all the same. Ellie. She’d killed for him, and he’d killed for her. Joel was scared of it; the scars that had taken two decades to try and heal over were bursting open again, emotions he didn’t recognise flowing freely from the wound. He knew in the depths of his heart he had the capacity to love her. But he couldn’t keep her safe; his strength had deserted him.

Joel had been so fucking sure her immunity wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Ellie was just some kid, riding out her humanity for a little longer than most. That first night, he was so sure she’d twitch, start to convulse. A gunshot and it’d all have been over.

But Tess convinced him, and for Tess he’d stayed. How had that worked out for him? He’d lost his partner; the only person who’d remained constant at his side since the world fell to pieces. Joel had failed Tess, in spectacular style.

Tommy was only alive because he’d had the sense to ditch Joel. He wasn’t as razor sharp, as ruthless as he had been. He’d neglected the pain in his back since he’d hit forty, and the hearing in his right ear was never coming back. He was so fucking slow, his hunting abilities ruined beyond repair.

Ellie was next to die, he knew it. It had to be Tommy; Joel would have to ask him. Take her. The thought made him choke; reprimanding himself for growing so damn attached. It had to be done. No more blood on his hands, small bodies in his embrace.

Joel reached the street they’d be staying on. Untouched since ‘03, his brother said. He thought about who had lived here, how they’d died. He wondered if whatever ran through Ellie’s veins could be the solution, and how he couldn’t be the one to take her there. Her purpose was far more greater than his; this is where they parted ways.

Joel’s mind strayed to Sarah again, what she’d think of him, of Ellie, of the journey they’d gone on together. In his mind’s eye he could see them together, Sarah forever fourteen to him. Ellie would make her laugh, of course she would.

He cast his eyes skyward, dusk stretching over the mountain tops. I miss you, baby girl. God, I miss you so much. You’d love it here. Ellie had filled the dark void in Joel’s life like she’d been born to do it; her never-ending questions, jokes at his expense, seeing the world for the first time with wide, curious eyes. He wasn’t ready to give that up again. But he’d have to, for the hope of a better world. For Ellie. For Sarah.

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doniveatry · 5 months

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No one ever believes or imagines that they will no longer be able to see the love of their life. Because, even if you say you are ready for it if one day it happens. We are never ready.

I never was.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the white ceiling of the hospital, the curtains were closed but the light of the cloudy day still came in. I knew that after this all there would be was chaos. But... I foolishly thought he would be there. Holding my hand when I woke up.

I never imagined a life without him, because that didn't exist.

Denji sobbed on the side of my bed, a muffled, dry, emotionless sob.

I looked at him with fear even though my body felt numb. I looked in the room for his black hair between those two blonde hairs, but it wasn't there. "Where is he here?" I asked, now aware that I had an IV in my hand.

Denji looked up. Biting his lower lip without saying a single word. And I asked again. “Where is he?” Power looked down at me, curled up against the bed near my feet.

She spoke. “Don't be angry..” I was about to get out of bed when I heard the door to the hospital room open and I could see the red-haired woman enter.

I walk at a slow pace, killing myself with every step, the heel of his shoe echoes in the uncertainty of my silence. Power and Denji acted silently and simply walked away, leaving us alone. There, with her there.

—Hayakawa. —She began once sitting on the stool next to the bed, casually observing the polish on her nails. —Hayakawa died.—

Makima had looked up for a moment, over her bangs and her thick eyelashes that fluttered so often to make him fall for her charms. I never knew if it was love or admiration that he felt for her, but there it was.

My heart clenched as my breathing became labored. —Oh and don't worry, although it has left us a lot of work, we already solved it.—

I turned my face to the opposite side where she was, I didn't want her to see me feel miserable. He was not there.

A lump tightened my throat while my lip trembled, I still did not have complete sensitivity in my body and I could not move. The hiccups and choking didn't take long to come as I felt trapped in that hospital room with the curtains closed.

A cold ran through my body as I was bursting into tears. I could never tell him that I loved him. I thought I would see him that same afternoon as we had agreed. That he would resign and we would escape there.

But it was no longer there.

Makima smiled as she got up from her seat, she didn't seem to care about trying to comfort me or something, she reached the window and opened the curtains, letting in the little light that came in due to the thick clouds that covered the sky.—Oh! Look, it's snowing!

Was this what it felt like to lose someone?...

[...]

The following days my recovery was progressive. Even though they forced me to take the pills I had to take, because I refused to take them, I kept going.

We couldn't offer him a proper funeral. They told us they needed his body as proof, proof of what? The government probably wanted to keep it because it was already in possession.

Was he still human when he died?

Or have you suffered? According to Denji, who witnessed his death, he claimed that he was very emotional and said nonsense that he was happy to play with him.

But still every night I torment myself, is this how we end? buried? I don't want them to lock him underground. He wouldn't have liked it. Much less being under observation with scientists. Or worse, burned somewhere.

Even though his last moments alive were hell, he still didn't deserve it. He was just a kid who took care of other kids.

Every night, after tormenting myself and after losing sleep, I remember it.

Him smoking on the balcony, always turning his back on me, not letting me go out with him because he wanted me to live longer, or not letting me help him bandage himself when some contract with his demons required pieces of meat.

But what was always there was the feeling that at any moment he would return and open the door of the house, announcing himself and being happily received.

He was always there, because I refused to accept that he was no longer there.

#aki hayakawa #Englishisnotmyfirstlanguage!#hayakawa aki #aki x reader #csm aki #chainsaw man denji #aki hayakawa x reader #chaisawman #csm x reader #csm manga #aki chainsaw man

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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I don't see much fanfic about hermes. He's also one of my favorites, so it's just sad. So Im here and can I request hermes x goddess reader. They are both messenger gods but the reader is part of another pantheon. Hermes fell in love with her after he saw her and soon they became lovers. And also can you make NSFW of them. Thank you love you🥰🥰

NSFW- Minors DNI

-Hermes remembers the day he first saw you with fond memories, you were so beautiful, delivering letters from your own pantheon to his.

-Your snow-white fluffy wings still looked so beautiful, even after all this time, as well as your bright E/C eyes and flowing H/C hair, you only seemed to grow more radiant by the day, and with each one that passed, Hermes fell more and more in love with you.

-He approached you the moment after you dropped off the letters to Aphrodite and asked you out. The goddess of love enjoyed the boldness of the normally mild-mannered Hermes, but you shy reaction was definitely her favorite, you were so cute!

-You agreed and you had to admit, compared to other partners you had in the past, none made you ever feel like how Hermes did, he treated you so gently, like you were a glass rose, but also knew that you weren’t to be underestimated, easily handling your own big brother, a god of war, after he tried to tease you for having a boyfriend.

-It wasn’t even a year since you became lovers when you moved in with Hermes, traveling back and forth between your own pantheon each day, but your leader god, your mother, approved and you always had a home to return to.

-After years of being together, you and Hermes discussed spicing things up in the bedroom, to make things more exciting, and you’ve made it your personal mission to push him as far as you can!!

-Despite being so gentlemanly and delicate with you, if you got him riled up, the sex was mind blowing, literally. However, that’s what made it fun for you, trying to find new ways to get him riled up, turning it into a game and Hermes is more than happy to play along with your game, as the rewards are worth it.

-You saw Hermes from above, as you had just left Hera’s office, delivering letters to her and you called out to him. He looked up and around for you, smiling as he saw you before his eyes went wide and mouth dropped open.

-You were holding the skirt of your dress up just a bit, showing him that you weren’t wearing anything underneath, and you were flying high above everyone and as it was the afternoon, you had been like that all day!!

-You took off like a dart before he could say anything, a playful grin on your face, your heart racing, you felt so naughty but so liberated at the same time!

-You flew into the open bedroom window of your shared home, closing it behind you and only had to wait moments before the front door slammed open, “Y/N!!!!” his roar made you arch your back lightly as you leapt onto the bed, hearing his footsteps stomping down the hallway.

-He was red faced as he burst into the bedroom, looking aroused and furious at the same time, seeing you already on the bed, skirts bunched at your hips as you were digging your fingers into your sopping hole already, a whine leaving you.

-Moments later your hands were bound above your head, tied to the headboard and his tie was around your eyes, soft mewls of pleasure leaving you as his clothed cock grinded against your core, his lips sucking mark after mark into your chest and neck, teeth pulling at your nipples lightly.

-You threw your head back, another cry leaving you as his hand slapped against your thigh again, “What a filthy slut I have, not wearing any underwear and flying round where anyone could see! Maybe I should make you do your deliveries in the nude, since you want to be such a whore!”

-His degrading comments did nothing but make you more excited, hands gripping at the headboard, moaning out his name, wanting more.

-His hips pulled away from your own and you bit your lip, trying to muffle the whine in your throat, but he was still there, holding your legs apart and your whole body jolted at the first spank he landed to your bare pussy, followed by another.

-Your tongue was hanging out your mouth as you felt your eyes crossing, the pleasure and pain mixing so perfectly as you tried to beg him for more, but were unable to string words together, making him laugh softly.

-His lips pressed softly against your cheek, his breath warming your face, “Oh you like that~ don’t you my pretty little girl- my pretty little angel. But you’re not an angel are you- you’re nothing but a whore, my pretty little whore!”

-You moaned out before crying out sharply as he delivered another three spanks to your pussy, one right after another, your arousal splattering against his hand.

-He quickly pulled back and finished disrobing before rejoining you, rubbing the tip of his cock against you, getting it nice and wet, tapping it against your clit making you throw your head back, a plea on your lips, “Please-please I want- I want- please!”

-His hand wrapped around your neck, putting just a bit of pressure, making you gasp as he slowly entered you, you felt so lightheaded, you never felt so delicious before!

-He pulled back to torture you slowly, wanting to drag out your punishment but as soon as he slammed back in you let out a sharp squeal, immediately cumming around him.

-He froze, before closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your walls clenching around him, before he inhaled and grabbed your legs, putting his hands on the back of your knees and put you into a mating press and began to ravage you, ignoring your sharp squeals and begs to stop, as you were still cumming.

-Hermes licked his lip, reaching down to pull the blindfold up to see you tear filled but blissed out eyes as he went harder and harder, wanting to make you cum again as quickly as possible.

-Hermes slapped the back of your thighs as he reached his own peak and you keened, back arching as you came again, your vision going blurry for a moment as he came deep within you, twitching, relishing your soft whimpers.

-After untying you and helping you clean up, Hermes hugged you close, your head on his chest and you smiled up at him, mischief in your eyes, “What should I try next?” he chuckled, feeling too tired to scold you, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Behave, Y/N.” you grinned up at him before cuddling closer, feeling content.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hermes

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simpingforblackfire · 4 months

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I'll Crawl Home to her: Part 1

Lucy Gray Baird x fem reader (x platonic Coriolanus Snow)

A/N: This is also posted on my ao3 which is Homoeroticmicrowave

"Grandma"

The bleary eyed, elderly woman stared down at her grandchild. The little girl usually bustling with life and energy, incapable of being still was for once stood unmoving. "What is it hon?"

"Whose Lucy Gray?"

The woman's eyes widened "now where on earth did you hear that name?"

"I heard mama mention her when the district 12 girl sang that song for that dead girl. She caught me listening in though and she sent me off"

The woman sighed "I suppose you want me to tell you about her?"

The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

"Settle down then. This is a long one."

The woman paused to collect her thoughts before speaking.

Those names had been wiped from every media outlet the capital put out. The capital had trampled those names, as best it could. But as hard as the capital tries they never were able to snuff out those names entirely. They would always be spoken in hushed tones.

Perhaps not everyone would know them but she would pass the names down so that they might always be known in whispers between generations.

Sixty-five years ago.

You met her first when you were kids.

"Lucy Gray" she grinned, bright eyes bursting with an excitement for life. You felt so bleak standing before her. You met her hand, which she stuck out so ecstatic to explore the unknown.

"Does it matter what my name means?"

She laughed, loud, unapologetic. It devoured the silence with glee. "Course it matters, silly. Without a name you'd erase a whole part of yourself. Everyone's gotta have a name one way or another"

"I don't like my name much" you admitted. "Too much history I'd gladly erase"

Lucy Gray stood in silence for perhaps the first time in her life. She was always bustling with noise. After a moment of quiet she spoke again, her grin bouncing back as she did "well I gotta call you something, so how about we come up for a new name for you. One I can call you. Something that can make you happy rather than sad"

"You think you'll make me happy?"

Her grin seemed to widen "I'll make it my mission to!"

You couldn't help but smile back at the girl "okay"

She let out a squeal as her excitement burst out of her. You didn't like when it was noisy. You found you didn't mind when Lucy Gray was noisy though. Silence suddenly seemed overrated.

"I got it!" Lucy Gray suddenly said "Azalea!"

"what?"

"that'll be your name Azalea!"

You wrinkled your nose a bit "like the plant?"

She grinned "just like the plant!"

"why?"

"My mama likes to tell me stories about our family back when we used to be able to travel anywhere we wanted long before we all got hauled up in twelve. This one time she told a story about a hero called azalea and I asked her the same question you just asked me cause my mama always told me names are important. She said Azalea symbolises taking care of yourself and others."

"it does?"

"It does- and that's what you do! You always take care of me and everyone! You always have!" her grin became almost sly as she moved into teasing you slightly as your face grew hot with embarrassment "you're a real softie at the heart and it comes out in how much you care. Cause you care about others the most out of everyone you've ever met"

You turn your head away "nu uh"

"Yeah-huh!" she said throwing herself over your legs and rolling over to look up at your face "but it also serves as a reminder to take care of yourself. Cause that's what you need to do more than anything. You always care for others but the one person you claim to think of the most is the one you really do the least- that would be you"

"I think of myself plenty!"

"Sure you do" Lucy Gray said, sass dripping off her words in plenty, as she rolled her eyes. "What do you think of the name anyway?"

"Azalea" you said trying the name out on your tongue "I think I like Azalea"

"Well then!" Lucy Gray grinned as she always did when she saw you "It's nice to meet you Azalea".

Your hands mets hers and it was warm.

"It's nice to meet you too, Lucy Gray."

#lucy gray baird #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #platonic coriolanus snow #platonic coriolanus snow x reader #lucy gray baird x fem reader #fanfic #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #angst #lesbian fanfic #hurt/comfort #romance

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boywifesammy · 10 months

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s5e11 sam, interrupted is THE EPISODE. it’s a fucking cinematic pipe bomb. watching it is like chewing on glass and swallowing propane. it is wonderful, it is amazing, it is EXCRUCIATING and i love it. allow me to explain.

(under the cut because i ended up rambling lol)

like, yes… it is extremely ableist. it is extremely offensive. it is an overdone harmful caricature of psych wards and horrific to watch but that is EXACTLY what makes it so good. i’ve never seen spn as a horror show but man this episode?? the psychological distress of it, the unease, the dereality??? it has me frothing at the mouth.

as someone who has tics and PTSD i have first hand experience being labelled as Crazy so that’s the lens i’m coming at this from. this episode is most definitely not a reliable source for mental health info but the way they portrayed martin’s character kinda got me. him stuttering over certain words, his general paranoia, how they clearly address that he went through a deeply traumatic event but that he’s still useful as a hunter even though he can’t do the things he used to before. i don’t think the writers intended for this episode to be viewed the way i did but man i am shaking it around in my cranium like a snow globe.

just the first few minutes of it is insane. dean acknowledging that sam was high on demon blood and that the apocalypse wasn’t his fault. seeing the absolute absurdity of the show in perspective with real life. dean admitting to his psych doctor that he's an insomniac, alcoholic, and incapable of holding long-terms relationships with his usual blase nonchalance, then immediately clamming up when she hits him with the "let's talk about your father." ??!!! i know dean is The daddy issues character but i love when they call him out like that.

and how can i Not point out the blatant assault and objectification… wendy forcefully making out with both sam AND dean. them both getting probed by the fucking monster of the week not even 10 minutes into the episode. SAM BEING TIED DOWN. i cannot explain to you how much i love seeing him restrained. the moment i saw sam tied down and angry i literally vibrated out of my skin that boy must be helpless and restrained more often it is beautiful.

on a sort of related note: high sam. yes. just yes. the little nose boop. him telling dean I Love You. getting all emotional about how much he cares about his brother. the themes of his autonomy being stripped. him being drugged up against his will when he’s a recovering drug addict????? INSANE.

also one thing that really stood out to me was dean being diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious delusions. which, yes, is inaccurate, but seems more like a misinterpretation of his PTSD symptoms. dean isn’t schizophrenic but he IS paranoid and he’s trained himself so thoroughly to weaponize his feelings that even to HIMSELF he seems narcissistic, when he’s really just scared and desperate. he externalizes his self-hatred as this overfed bravado but it’s because if he was honest about how he felt about himself the guy would simply fall apart.

expanding on that note… sam&dean meta on how they react to trauma & grief. dean immediately clams up and becomes anxious and terrified. he shrouds himself in so much false confidence but he genuinely hates himself so fucking much. so much that he just sits with his pain because he thinks he deserves it, while sam wants to externalize. he’s angry and that scares him because of what’s in his blood but the truth is that he has every right to be angry. he wants to be gentle but he has so much repressed rage that it bursts out of him and leaves him terrified in the aftermath. dean on the other hand wants to be angry but he’s so scared and critical of himself that he shuts down.

and the ending. my god the ending. dean telling sam to wrap it up and stuff it down. it’s excruciating to watch because dean’s advice is fucking shit but it’s also heart-breaking because it puts into perspective just how much these boys have on their conscience.

they PHYSICALLY cannot deal with their trauma. it is so awful and overwhelming that they could not function if they remembered it, so they forget about it. they push it down. they hide it away, and it’s so fucking refreshing to have an episode that acknowledges that they do that because THAT IS A TRAUMA RESPONSE. it is quite literally a SURVIVAL tactic. people who are severely traumatized will wipe their memory of traumatic events because they cannot function with it in the peripheral. this is a clear manifestation of sam and dean’s PTSD and how when they’re faced with these problems, their emotions take over and they completely lose themselves, whether that’s due to fear or rage.

the horror of this episode isn’t the wraith. it isn’t the silly little monster sucking out people’s brains. it’s the thing inside you. it is the imagery of these people hanging or with slit wrists being passed off as suicidal because they’re mentally ill. it is the ugly truth of trauma and the ways it twists your memory and self-worth. it is the inherent belief that someone is worthless if they are psychotic or paranoid. it’s the way the episode puts that perspective on sam and dean, shows them what it’s like to hallucinate and drags up their own repressed memories and puts them on full display. it is TRULY horrifying and it is GRIM and NASTY because it is about the human psyche and the horrible ways it can be twisted. it’s a fucking phenomenal episode if you can read the subtext and get past the whole “scary psych ward bad” wrapping.

#oc #supernatural #spn meta #episode analysis #spn 5x11 sam interrupted #sam and autonomy #dean winchester #sam winchester #tw ptsd #tw sui talk #tw sa #tw drugs #hello :)#tagging triggers because this one is a bit of a doozy #i went a little bit crazy watching this episode could you tell #i am very sorry to dump my ramblings on your dash but HEAR ME OUT HERE—#anyways. ANYWAYS.

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sunshineluverr · 1 year

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TXT imagine : How they would confess to you on Valentines Day

Pairing : TXT members x gn!reader

Genre : Fluff

Word count : 1.5k

Yeonjun :

He would definitely make a big deal about it

So he's planned everything out, he is going to give you a big surprise!

He would film himself a tiktok/vlog or video how he spent the whole day buying decorations, snacks, cake, and gifts for you!

He would ask one of the members to stall you outside while he goes and decorates your whole place in pretty balloons, pictures, glitter, confetti, etc.

When you finally come back home, and you're welcomed with the beautiful surprise, house lit up with heart-shaped red and pink lights and decorations. You look at the pictures that were hung up on the wall, with small sticky notes next to them, talking about those memories.

You read the balloon letterings as they spelled out "Will you be my valentine?"

"Hey" your gushing is interrupted by Yeonjun as you finally turn to look at him, he was holding a bouquet of roses in his hands, smiling widely in anticipation, waiting for your response.

"So, what do you say?"

"Yes! of course yes!" You immediately go to throw your arms around him, embracing him in a tight hug.

You were so overwhelmed by all the love and joy and emotion that you didn't even notice Soobin was standing there filming all your raw reactions!

Then the two of you spend the rest of evening, eating the sweets and snacks he bought while watching the video he had made all day, in which he cannot stop rambling about how much he loves you <3

Soobin :

Soobin gets his romantic inspiration from one important source :

Anime.

So what he really desires is a typical beautiful anime confession under the cherry blossom tree at sunset.

Your heart beats with anticipation when Soobin texts you to meet with him at the nearby cherry blossoms tree park.

When you reach there, you were slightly dissapointed to see that none of the flowers are in bloom yet, it was still a little bit beautiful with the trees covered in snow though.

You search for the exact location of where Soobin asked to meet you, rushing to him when you finally spot him, waving his hand in the air.

"I did not remember the fact that it's still winter when I meant to invite you out here but..."

He hands you a pretty pink envelope with a heart stuck on it.

You open it, it's filled with words. The sweetest words anyone has ever said to you. Soobin was shy so he wrote his heart out for you in that letter. He wrote about every little detail he loved about you, and how much he wants to love you forever.

Small sobs leave your throat as you try to hold in the wave of tears that threatens to leave your eyes because of the deep emotions you felt from reading his beautiful letter.

You suddenly saw, light pink paper conffeti floating around at you, making you finally lift your head from the letter to look at Soobin who was currently throwing fake cherry blossom petals at you, while making an expression aslo looking like he was going to burst into tears.

You laugh at his cute and funny stunt of throwing the petal confetti. "Gosh this is all so amazing and incredible and...I love you so much Soobin!"

He hugs you tight as soon as the words left your lips, both of you beginning to cry your heart out, but they're all tears of pure love and joy! ♡

Beomgyu :

He actually, doesn't make a huge fuss about it. But he definitely plans it for a really long time.

He asked you weeks before valentines that if both him or you are not able to land any dates and end up free on the 14th you'll both go on a date together.

So he spent the whole week before the big day, scaring off any guys that were going to approach you or ask you out, with you having no clue whatsoever about the whole situation.

14th February is finally here, and as promised, you go on a date with Beomgyu since you both ended up free (all according to his plan of course)

First he takes you to an arcade, the two of you getting worked up in your competitive spirits and making a bet about the person that wins the most games, will grant the other's wishes.

Beomgyu, being the expert that he is, beat you by a 12-15 ratio, kind of spoiling your mood when he teases you so much for it.

"Alright alright stop bullying me already, what's your wish?" You ask, kind of nervous on what he has in store for you.

"I'll wish later my genie, let's get something to eat first!"

The two of you go to a nice barbeque place, when Beomgyu gets up to go grab some items from the buffet, your thoughts wander on how you genuinely enjoy this date, and you wouldn't want it to end.

You finish your meals and Beomgyu asks you to wait outside the restaurant for him, with your eyes closed. You're confused but you follow through, anxiety heating your cheeks as you can't see anything, but you wait for him patiently.

You feel a soft thing touching your body, your eyes snap open in reaction, coming in veiw with a ridiculously giant stuffed teddy bear. Beomgyu's head pokes out from under the bear's arm, and he has a dumb smile plastered over his face.

You can't help but burst out in a fit of laughter at his cuteness.

"Happy Valentine's day!" He exclaimed, handing you the bear.

"Really? You're giving this to me?" You ask, a bit shocked but still really happy about the gift.

"Yes I am! You have to keep it okay?" He insisted, pouting

"I will, I will! Thank you so much this is so sweet!" You say, hugging the bear. "But wait Gyu, what was your wish all about? Do you still want that?"

"yes and my wish is...this"

He said in a low voice, hands pushing down the bear, and slowly moving to cup your face, leaning down to place a peck on your lips.

You're left in shock, face flushed from the sudden kiss but you finally giggle, bringing your hand to his neck, pulling him down for another one.～⁠♡

Taehyun :

(I just know that Taehyun is the biggest romantic even if he doesn't seem like it)

You were so busy all the time with work and assignments that you completely forgot that something like Valentine's day exists.

So when you get a text from Taehyun to come over to help him with something, you didn't think much of it at all.

When you get to his place, you notice the vibe there was definitely very weird, the lights were off with only a few lamps and a few candles lit up. Scented ones you realise when you can smell sweets like cupcakes or something, in the air.

Taehyun asks you to take a seat, not showing even a pinch of his nervousness in his demeanor about what he's about to say to you.

"So what did you need my help with Taehyun?"

"Yes, the thing is, I've been writing a song these days and I'm going to sing it right now, and I want your honest opinion on it"

"Okay sure! Go ahead!" You say in excitement as he plays a melody on his phone and unfolds a peice of paper with some lyrics printed on them.

He begins to sing in his beautiful and crystal clear voice, sending chills all over your body. You loved listening to him sing so much, his voice was really your favourite. You close your eyes and you let yourself relax into the music of him singing so well for you.

The lyrics were rather... romantic, oddly for Taehyun, because he usually doesn't write such cute and lovely words, but it was still so sweet and you felt your heart ache, almost as if you were hoping he would dedicate these words to you.

He finishes the song and you immediately start to clap your hands in the undying appreciation you had for him for putting on the brilliant performance.

"That was incredible Tyun! What's the song called?"

He hesitates for a bit in giving you a response before he finally tells you.

Your shock was evident on your face as your lips fell apart, dark red painting your cheeks, when he said that the title of the song was your name.

"Wait w-what do you mean?" You say, kind of scared, not letting your hopes up.

"It means I love you. And that I meant every word I sang in the song, for you" Taehyun confesses and your heart skips a beat. You gasp, from the surprise and happiness, and you pull yourself closer to him, placing a kiss on his cheek, making his eyes lit up.

"Taehyun...I feel the same way, I love you too, so much...thank you, for all this"

He holds you tight, letting out a heavy sigh in your neck almost as if he was holding his breath in from how nervous he was. He placed a kiss on your forehead before smiling to look at you.

"Come on, I cooked something for you, your favourite" he said grabbing your hand and you squeal in excitement.

Huening Kai :

He would plan everything perfectly only to...chicken out at the last minute.

He had bought you so many cute plushies to express you how much he loves you, and take you to an aquarium to see cute fishes and penguins and present all the gifts there. He even bought the tickets beforehand!

But when it came to inviting you out he was so awkward and scared he completely messed it up :(

"Hey? You doing anything tomorrow?" He asked you the day before after mustering up all his courage.

"Yeah, I actually do have plans but they're not valentiney. I have to help my dad with cleaning out his garage space, he's been asking me non-stop!"

"Oh..." Huening Kai replied in a very low tone, defeated and unable to bring himself to ask you for the date.

So he did what any single man does for valentines day, sit in his bed all day, surrounded by hundreds of his plushies and munch the sorrows away by eating ice cream.

Well that was until he checked his phone, heart jumping at the fact that you texted him.

My love ^3^♡ : Hyuka! Hey i was bored so I texted you lol

My love ^3^♡ : I'm actually finished up with my dad quite early yay

My love ^3^♡ : So...wyd??

It's like you had read his mind! Or heart! He immediately began to text back the first thing that came on his mind.

Hueningkai : I love you!!!!! >3< ♡♡♡♡

He realised that might me a bit too straightforward so he was about to delete that message but his life flashed before his eyes when the message suddenly showed 'seen'

My love ^3^♡ : Really?? Is this a prank?

Now he cannot say he's pranking you because then that would be lying and risking hurting your feelings. Gosh this was not how he planned it at all.

Hueningkai: wait no its not! I actually do love you! No joke! I want you as my girlfriend...

My love ^3^♡ : Omg? I can't believe it...me too Kai! I love you too.. >\\\<

Hueningkai throws his phone after reading that last message.

And you're wondering, feeling slightly dissapointed that he didn't reply to it, you put down your phone finally because you've been emptily staring at the 'seen' message for about 10 minutes now. You're nervous that you could've scared him off.

But it was infact, quite literally the opposite.

Your moping was interrupted by someone on the door, ringing the doorbell a lot more times than necessary.

"Coming coming!" You yell to the impatient person as you rush to open the door. You were surprised to see, Huening Kai, panting heavily, and face glistening with sweat. He was also carrying a huge bag

"Kai! Oh my god! Did you just...run all the way over here...??"

"No! Yes! I mean yes! I did! And I'm so happy but we have to go!!"

"Go? Go where?" You were still trying to wrap your head around the situation.

"The aquarium! Before it closes! Hurry! Get your bags or anything!"

"Uh um? Oh? Okay!"

You quickly rush to grab your purse and keys and you glanced yourself in the mirror for a second before getting out and letting Kai drag you wherever.

The aquarium was so fun and amazing. you and Hueningkai took a lot of pictures together with the fishes and the penguins, and with every stop he would give you a plushie and tell you one thing he loved about you which made your heart brighten so much. He was so happy that things fell into place after all.

The two of you had a beautiful first date to start off your beautiful relationship together <3

A/n : Hope you enjoyed reading this! Comments and feedback are highly appreciated <33

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french-unknown · 6 months

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𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖆𝖜

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: law 𝖈/𝖜: war, angst, little sibling!reader 𝖜/𝖈: 4.2k + 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You were entertaining your sister at Flevance Hospital during the festival when Law, your older brother, burst into the room. From there, everything turned into nightmares.

| m a s t e r l i s t | - | e v e n t . s u m m a r y |

𝖑𝖆𝖜

You were snuggled against the shoulder of your 8-year-old big sister's on her hospital bed. Your black stuffed cat, Virus, was tightly held against your chest.

Since she had been affected by the Amber Lead Syndrome—as your father called it—a few days ago, you saw your sister's state of health gradually deteriorate. While she was with you at the festival a week ago, she was now too weak to even leave her room. All you could do to help her was dab her sweaty forehead with a cloth like your mother had shown you. So, wanting to prove that you were reliable for a 5-year-old child, you stayed by her side every evening by coming directly to the hospital after school to take care of her and keep her as occupied as you could.

“I’m scared.” she told you two days ago, in the middle of the night, while your parents were in their laboratory looking for a cure for her illness. Her skin, where snow-white patches appeared as if by magic, was almost cold as she held you in her trembling arms. You didn't dare tell her but her dark circles had become so purple that they scared you a little.

“Mom and Dad will find out what you have.” However, you replied confidently before placing Virus between you so that she could also benefit from its comfort.

Today, you were telling her about your day while hoping to distract her from the pain, when your big brother came rushing into the room.

He first took a quick glance at the closed shutters and then leaned against the door for a few seconds to catch his breath. As soon as he approached and was close enough, you jumped on him. However, the moment your hands touched his neck, you felt an instinctive recoil as you touched his sweaty skin under your palms. You also noticed that he smelled pretty bad from the sweat and his breathing was extremely ragged as his heart raced at the speed of light against your ribcage.

“Yuck!” You cried, starting to struggle in his arms. “You stink!”

You heard him growl at your childishness but he still held you briefly before putting you back on the bed next to your sister. The cough that suddenly escaped her lips cut short any beginnings of an argument.

"Big brother, I'm in pain" she moaned weakly between coughs. “My skin turns completely white.”

You crawled over to her to come back and snuggle against her shoulder while retrieving your precious stuffed animal along the way.

"Hold out." he encouraged her confidently while taking one of her hands in his. "Our father is the best doctor in the country. He will cure you."

Yet he was cut off by fireworks coming from outside. The sounds of the festivities were accompanied by the parade with its footsteps and people shouting with joy. In addition, you also heard the big drums of the marching band that accompanied them.

“What’s all the noise outside?” Lammy asked.

“There's the festival.” Law replied as if it were obvious. "Flevance is still prosperous. Get well soon, and we'll go see it."

Under your happy gaze, your sister began to smile despite the white spots that appeared on her face. A powerful wave of happiness tickled your stomach as you were reassured: if Law said so, then there was no doubt that Lammy would soon be back on her feet and you could finally all go to the Flevance's festival together.

You then went to snuggle your head back into your stuffed animal but you suddenly heard a loud drumming sound before people started running in the corridors. The steps were so coordinated with each other that they formed a very rhythmic two-step melody, like the parade.

tap - tap

A cloud of fireworks echoed in the corridors and a laugh rose up your throat, caused by the rise of the happy memories you had from the festival of previous years, but everything suddenly went black in your field of vision.

Panicked, you immediately jumped up on the mattress to look everywhere around you.

You thought for a few seconds of calling your big brother, still a little reassured to feel Lammy's body under your fingers, but a slight beam of light appeared before you could make the slightest sound. A long vertical opening opened in the bedroom shutter and a flickering orange glow seeped into the room to shower the floor with a thin rectangle of light.

The color quickly caught your attention because the street lamps normally cast a soft white light.

However, you didn't pay any more attention as soon as you noticed the round shadow of Law's hat blocking part of the lighting before approaching you. Arriving at the bed, you saw that he had his finger placed against his sealed lips.

A new burst of fireworks exploded in the corridor.

Except this time, you felt the wall shake slightly against your back.

Now that there was no more noise behind the wall and your older brother didn't seem to want you to talk, you listened. It was the first time since your very first visit to the hospital that you heard such silence in the corridors. And, considering you came almost every day to see your parents at work, that was pretty impressive.

Then, after a while without the slightest sound, you heard the parade moving away again.

tap - tap

Law’s breath brushed your cheek as he released his breath. You noticed at the same time that, without knowing why, you had also retained yours.

Your big brother got up from the mattress and took your hands to pull you from the bed towards the large wardrobe. He gently pulled the door open, in order to avoid squeaking the hinges that all three of you knew were noisy, then lent his hand to Lammy so that she could obediently climb inside.

You shook your head in refusal when he came closer to you, still locked in his silence, but he still picked you up by the waist before putting you directly in the closet.

You too, when you will be 10, will be strong enough to carry him like that!

“Hide here for a while!” He ordered in his I-am-the-eldest tone before closing the door.

And, even though you didn't see why you had to stay in the closet, you agreed to stay there without a sound. It didn't seem like hide-and-seek so it shouldn't have been a game. You stayed listening to the big drums that resonated outside with the fireworks.

They didn't make the same sounds as in previous years so you couldn't wait to see what they looked like. Were they a different color? You prayed in your heart that it would be black fireworks because, like your big brother, you loved this color.

Unfortunately, at this thought, a shiver of fear went up your spine.

You began to desperately feel around in the complete darkness of the closet. On your knees, you repeatedly placed your hands all over the floor but you couldn't find your stuffed animal. Tears welled up in your eyes. Immediately, you crawled as best you could to the door which you pushed very slowly.

If Law knew you disobeyed him, he would be angry at you.

But the little flickering orange light from outside also brought a small ray of light to your cubby, so, already seeing more, you turned over on your stomach before wriggling to get one leg out of the furniture. You let your lower limb hang in the void outside the cupboards, the floor of which was too high for your little legs.

"What are you doing?" asked Lammy, of whom you could only see part of her face as she grabbed your wrist.

“Virus is on the bed.” you explained to her.

The flu on your wrist eased and you let yourself slide to the floor thanks to the weight of your leg stretched outside the closet. Your heart beat a little faster as you fell, only to calm down again when you had both feet on the ground again. You took a quick look around—only to realize that Law was no longer in the room—before rushing to the bed. However, your problem did not end there because, very quickly, you realized that your cat was no longer in the blankets.

So you returned to the wardrobe, where you leaned your head inside.

“Virus isn’t here,” you declared in the darkness of the closet. “I’ll pick it up and come back!”

Then, without waiting for her response, you closed the door before heading towards the hallway. Your cat was on the bed before the lights went out. You only saw one reason for its disappearance: Law had taken it from you.

Slowly, you opened the bedroom door and entered the silent corridor.

You quickly realized that it was as dark as the room you had just left and, moreover, what little you saw seemed quite murky. It was a bit like looking through a veil. A smell of grilling tickled your nostrils but you didn't pay attention to it. You also noticed that it was oddly warm all of a sudden.

You found yourself alone in the dark in the hospital which was not as usual. In a word, you were terrified.

Not wanting to stay there for too long, you were relieved when you heard footsteps echoing down the hall. You were so relieved that you started running towards them without thinking while trying not to look around. You were too scared and you just wanted to find your brother and your cat.

You then ignored as best you could the unhinged doors which, instead of being well installed as usual, were now lying half torn off against the walls like overturned shelves. You also avoided turning your eyes towards all the little black holes on the partitions that you saw showing through in the darkness.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, you noticed your older brother crying.

The ball of terror that had already been eating at your stomach until now began to nibble at your belly even more. Your legs picked up the pace, not wanting to be alone anymore.

You then arrived in front of another door, which was not like usual, and you saw your big brother lying there. Light shone through the broken window in front of you while the torn purple curtains did nothing to stop it. You also noticed almost immediately the other black holes that were everywhere on the walls here. A repetitive puck-puck echoed in the room from the bag of liquid punctured a few meters from you. You saw Virus' head sticking out of Law's back pocket before really taking in the scene that was unfolding before your eyes.

And what struck you the most was your trembling big brother's body in front of you while enormous moans of agony were heard in the room.

You moved closer, terrified and not understanding what was happening, until you found yourself a few steps away from him and saw what he was lying on. You first perceived your mother's brown hair and her eyes closed against your father's shoulder, while he was on his back with his empty eyes rolled back.

Your stomach knotted painfully, making you double over in pain, and tears welled up in your eyes.

This was sadly a bad idea because, as you looked down, you noticed a pool of dark red blood extending from beneath your parents until it quickly approached your own shoes. Panicked, you took a step back so as not to get any on your soles.

"Mom! Dad!" your big brother yelled next to you, lost in his world.

“Law?” you uncertainly called him with the ridiculous hope that he would reassure you. All of this was just a bad dream and you were going to wake up in your bed to the smell of waffles or pancakes made by your mother.

But you only saw your big brother jump before turning towards you with a horrified face. His wide eyes and his pale complexion were enough to tell you that he was in no better condition than you. His distorted mouth also didn't have time to yell at you for escaping from your hiding place when the footsteps of the parade quickly returned.

tap - tap

“There’s one left!” yelled a muffled voice, no doubt alerted by Law's previous cries.

He then moved so quickly that it was as if he had been electrocuted. He immediately jumped off the motionless, embracing bodies of your parents before lunging towards you. He pulled you violently towards the window then, without waiting, he climbed onto a chair and held you by the waist before pushing you through the broken window. However, he didn't throw you hard enough because you hit your knees quite deeply against the broken glass.

You nevertheless manage to land on the other side.

And it was at this moment that the fireworks started again, whistling painfully in your ears while your knees began to burn as well. But Law landed next to you and quickly took your hand before starting to run at full speed.

His pace was so fast that you sometimes felt your legs give way under you but the grip on your arm was such that, even if you were no longer touching the ground, your brother was carrying you with him. Your chest began to ache from the effort and it was like your lungs were turning into dried raisins, unable to fill themselves with air. Your breathing sounded like a whistle, but you were still unable to stop.

Too caught up in fear, you heard footsteps crossing behind you as well as fireworks being fired in your direction.

"Don't let them get away! Eliminate them!" shouted an almost imperceptible voice in the hubbub of the explosions.

One brushed against your leg and, despite the pain, you continued running.

Law eventually took you back to the town bridge and, as you went to cross it, he instead guided you towards the river it overlooked. He suddenly pulled you towards his foundations then pressed himself against the white stone wall while pressing you against him. With your back against his stomach, you felt his hand slip in your neck before pushing against your mouth. He covered it for you like this until your wheezing was completely muffled against his palm. Despite the fear that twisted your stomach, you were even more petrified the moment you felt his hand tremble against your face just as his chest trembled like a leaf against your back.

The footsteps reappeared again, but before you could react, you heard them pass across the bridge above you and quickly move away.

When your brother released you, the pain from your cuts was excruciating. Where they burned you before, they now scratched you as if a whole tribute of ants had taken up residence there to swarm everywhere under your skin. The blood that ran down your legs before drying into crusts also made you feel tight after having tickled you.

But Law ignored this and began to leave toward downtown Flevance.

A lump of anxiety settled in your throat as you didn't want to be alone in these conditions that you didn't understand. So you started to trot, ignoring your pain, in order to reach your big brother who was walking straight in front of him. He seemed anesthetized. You joined him after several steps which tired you much more than expected.

You then crossed all the streets with their buildings that you knew like the school, the house of your friends or even the ones of other members of your family further away.

You were shocked to see the immense flames that rose from the houses to devour the walls until they collapsed with immense crashes. The black smoke escaping from it was also so dark that it blended into the fire-illuminated night sky.

Everything around you was red: the ground, the walls, the reflections in the water and the sky.

Distracted by the infernal picture that surrounded you, you stumbled against an irregularity in the ground. You then suddenly came across the obstacle and, when you looked down, you found yourself face to face with some little blonde pigtails that you had already seen before. You reached out a trembling hand and used it to brush the hair out of the girl's face. Unfortunately, her position must have been unstable because her body, until then curled up pitifully on its side, rolled limply onto its back.

You were then able to recognize this expressionless face and these eyes where no light was shining through.

Extinct, you saw her again as she accompanied you home every Tuesday and Thursday evening, as usual, to help you with your homework afterwards. You recognized her with her characteristic pigtails with which you always saw her, whether it was sunny or rainy.

And now she stood there, as gloomy as an empty shell, staring at the stars without seeing them in her uniform wich was torn and stained with blood and dust. Dark patches of blood had also spread into her hair where it dyed them a darker color while holding them like straw. Additionally, her skin was a strange bluish color with purple spots on her hand and her shoulders had been pinned against the ground.

Nearby, you heard Law start to cry and scream again in front of all the corpses around you. It didn't take long for you to recognize them all as his classmates. After all, Flevance was a small town where everyone knew each other from birth.

Suddenly, a huge commotion sounded behind you. The sound was so loud that you had to cover your ears.

You then turned towards the origin of the noise and, in the distance, you saw that the flames were starting to spread across the landscape from where you had come. Immediately, you noticed Law's back running in that direction.

You tried to follow him but your weakening knees refused to get up.

"Big brother!" you called out to him as loud as you could, panicking.

But your scream was lost in the crackling flames and the silhouette of your brother moved away until it completely disappeared in the chaos. Tears then flowed freely down your soot-covered cheeks.

You were alone in the middle of the flames.

You didn't know what was happening to you

Your father and mother were dead.

Everything you had ever known was burning.

Sobs choked your throat so, in search of comfort, you grabbed in despair the first hold that came to hand: that of the girl who used to help you with your homework.

Her fingers were stiff and her skin cold as snow but, despite how disgusted it made you, you desperately needed a reassuring touch. You squeezed her hand into yours and it was almost like squeezing a stone.

Cold.

Hard.

Impersonal.

The heat of the furnace slowly began to become more and more unbearable. The skin on your face was so tight that you felt like it was going to break on your cheeks any minute. Your tears in your eyes also made it difficult for you to see anything besides the blur.

Finally, after a while, you saw a black silhouette appear in your field of vision.

However, you no longer had the strength to do anything for yourself so you remained frozen in place. The body got closer little by little and gradually darkened everything you saw through the blur. A hand suddenly touched your shoulder and, terrified, you jumped before raising your head.

"Please!" You didn’t even know what you were begging for. "Please!"

And, instead of responding, the figure fell to their knees in front of you before taking you in their arms. With your nose in the stranger's neck, you immediately recognized the smell of your big brother mixed with the ones of sweat and fire.

You immediately closed your arms around him.

It was then that you felt wetness on your neck with drops of water tracing their path to your collarbones. The grip around you tightened until it was painful but you didn't care.

Your knees hurt from the injuries, your legs refused to move from running, your head and eyes throbbed from crying, and last but not least, your heart was in pieces. So your brother's embrace, even though painful, was completely welcome.

“Lammy is-” he started in a shaky voice before he cut himself off and a fresh burst of tears fell down your neck. "She's-"

Pain exploded in your chest as you understood roughly what Law probably meant.

“The hospital burned down.” he declared painfully.

Understanding then fell like a sledgehammer to your head.

Devastated, you remained crying among the corpses until early morning. You were then interrupted by new footsteps, which returned much more calmly than the day before. Law was the first to hear them and, without waiting, he lifted you onto his back before starting to run.

Thus tossed around, you did not immediately notice when you later saw a horse harnessed to a cart a few meters from you.

No one else was in sight.

Law thus went around the means of transport but froze when he arrived at the back. In front of you stood a pile of corpses thrown pell-mell into the cart. Arms, legs and heads could be seen here and there in the melee. Everything was covered in ashes, soot and blood. The smell was also unbearable, making you nauseous, while a large number of large black flies were circling around them.

You recognized a hand with nails painted a familiar color but you couldn't remember its origin.

You leaned back, anticipating Law's turn around but, to your surprise, he continued his way towards the cart. You widened your eyes before tapping his shoulder several times out of nervousness.

"What are you doing?" you asked hurriedly.

"It's the only way." he announced to you before placing you next to the cart.

He turned towards the pile of bodies then lifted one of them on top as best he could before looking towards you expectantly.

"Come on!" he hurried to you with fear clouding his gaze. He looked around you several times. “They could come at any time!”

But, since you still didn't move, he kept the corpse raised with one hand in order to grab you by the arm with the other. He pulled you violently towards the pile of bodies and made you climb it brutally before almost throwing you under the dead body which he released on you. A shiver of disgust went up your spine at the feeling of the cold and rigid weight crushing against your back.

Beneath you, an elbow dug into your ribs.

You suddenly felt Law shove something soft into your outstretched hand and, looking in, you saw Virus resting quietly there. You immediately brought your hand—and your stuffed animal—back to your face and buried your nose in his warm, cozy stomach which still smelled like home.

Disconnected, you barely noticed when Law lifted another corpse a few bodies away from you to stand under it and not move.

After an interminable wait, someone finally arrived and you heard a snap before the cart started moving. Little by little, you noticed that you were leaving the city center, then the barbed wire walls that had been installed around the city a few months ago.

You then passed near a forest.

Something warm and soft came into contact with your hand and gave it a light pressure. You then felt the contact break before noticing your brother slipping out of the pile of dead bodies to the ground even though the horse was still moving.

In your turn, you let yourself slide.

As soon as you had both feet on the ground, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the trees.

Miraculously, no one noticed you.

You were saved.

/!\ 𝖔𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 /!\

A few weeks later, Law returned to your hideout with his arms full of provisions of all kinds such as berries, mushrooms and a rabbit. He carefully placed them on the ground near the entrance before approaching the back of your hiding place with haste.

He had left you there while he had left looking for something to eat, lying on the ground and agonizing.

Your little five-year-old body had been pale and sweaty for several days while your temperature had skyrocketed. Law knew that every time he lifted the thin blanket covering you, he would find two gaping, infected wounds on your knees.

He recognized all the signs, having learned them from his father, but he didn't have the equipment to treat you.

He had the theoretical knowledge but he was doomed to watch the skin around the wounds become more and more red and swollen until, a few days ago, it began to ooze.

Unfortunately, when he came back to you that day, it was to find your pale and cold body waiting for him with your stuffed animal resting on your chest as your only comfort.

Your chest which no longer showed any movement.

He knew in that moment that you would never open your eyes again.

He collapsed.

°˖✧ Salut ✧˖°

I just wanted to warn that this is the first times that I have written texts with a somewhat horrific style, so I am sorry if you got excited about the title for nothing and were disappointed. I'm also not a consumer of horror material because I'm a big—huge, you can't even imagine how much—sissy, then the stories risk not being very original.

So, if you see points that can be improved, don't hesitate to let me know so that I can get better. Thanks! ~

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓-𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐. 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔!

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊!

𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

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#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law x reader #halloween #halloween 2023

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linkemon · 8 months

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Kyan Reki x Reader (selfship)

Selfship made for Miya_Kamiya-Sawyer on Wattpad.

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

⇝ Your story began thanks to your mothers. You are a classic example: "Friends to Lovers".

Your parents met during their school years and since then they have been friends for many years. Even when they were pregnant, they imagined that their children absolutely needed to get to know each other and spend time together. That's why, as soon as you got a little older, they took you everywhere together. You even have a picture of you lying in the stroller, kicking each other. Holiday trips were also an absolute minimum, which is why a lot of space in the album is also taken up by such photos. You usually make silly faces at them or do something weird. Reki to this day reminds you how you wanted to stuff his cheeks with sand cake (but made of real sand...) and he cried.

⇝ You went to the same schools until high school. After that, your educational paths diverged. Despite this, you still meet, just a little less frequently. In elementary school, the girls always marveled at the fact that you called Reki by his first name. He added -chan to your name and friends used to joke that you two were in love.

⇝ The boy admires your love for dancing. Many times he tried to translate this sport into skateboarding. Unfortunately, he didn't quite succeed. He doesn't mind if you teach him some hip-hop moves, he finds them extremely cool. And you can count on him to come to every show you have. One time your family didn't arrive in time because of traffic jams. He was in a car with them but seeing what was happening, he pulled a board from his backpack and avoided the other cars. Out of breath, he burst in, just in time for your turn. He whistled loudly in front of all the spectators to let you know he was there.

⇝ Your support for him on S is a bit more complicated. After all, this is not a completely safe place. If you come to his contest, you always try to be with someone. Shadow softens and usually lets you go with him. At the races, you usually stick to the quiet Cherry or Snow.

⇝ Reki is your rock when school overwhelms you. He's not a great student himself but he knows your high school cares a bit more about grades, so when you're down, he's ready to cheer you up right away. He'll take your books from under your nose if he thinks you're studying too much. He regularly reminds you that results are not everything and sees your hard work.

⇝ You are perfectly capable of recognizing when Kyan loses his good mood. He tends to pretend that everything is fine. You have to force him to tell you what's on his mind. You always buy him a box of ice cream and eat it together on one of the surrounding walls. It's enough for him to tell you what's bothering him.

⇝ You often compliment him because you know he has low self-esteem issues. He turns red immediately.

⇝ You and Reki have never seen each other in terms of brother/sister. Despite being so close since childhood, love has developed between you since elementary school. Your problem was that you were too blind to the other's feelings and feared the friendzone.

For the boy, the moment of awakening was the wiles of his sisters. One time he was supposed to take care of them and suddenly they disappeared until he found them next door to you. They also used to get hold of his phone and send you hearts or love poems. It embarrassed him terribly and he always apologized afterwards. Until a few days ago, he'd come to the conclusion that they were right, because that's how he felt.

⇝ That's why he figured out with Langa's help that he'd invite you to your favourite amusement park. He was terribly stressed. So much so that he couldn't do much. He was going to win you a stuffed animal at the shooting range but you did it for him. At the end of the day, he almost wanted to give up the confession. Especially when he saw some other boy talking to you. However, you walked away from the stranger and found that compared to Kyan, he was hopeless. This gave him the courage he needed to take off his hoodie and cover you with it, then tell you how he felt. Now with a beating heart he is awaiting for your answer.

#sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader #kyan reki x reader #kyan reki #reki x reader #kyan x reader #selship #friends to lovers

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dracoqueen22 · 1 year

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Flight

I was born on the side of a great mountain. I was hewn from my freshly fallen mother, and I had over six dozen siblings. We were separated while our tips were still green, and only eleven came with me.

We were taken to a man who scraped us raw and whittled us down and made us clean. His rough, sap-sticky hands smelled like home, though we stared in horror at our distant relatives, ablaze in the dancing orange and yellow sun.

He cut notches into our ends and stuck bird-feathers in the slots to make us pretty. He tied heavy metal points to our tips and all my siblings complained about the weight.

“We aren’t balanced,” they cried. “Surely we’ll fall!”

I felt differently. I was sure we were in good hands. Even when the carver put us in a sack that smelled of the antlered ones and we bounced around, knocking against each other.

My brother complained when his feather plume bent.

“I won’t fly,” he whined.

I ignored him.

We were given as a gift to a hunter who smiled at us and stroked her soft fingers over our feather tips.

Then came a cold winter’s morning, when the snow fell so quietly and the sun was hidden behind the clouds. There was a hunger in the air. There was urgency in the movements of the hunter.

She took us into the woods. We crept around for hours. My sister thought something exciting would happen soon. I agreed.

It was cold and bitter. I jostled around in the sack with my siblings, hoping that I would be next. One of us had already been chosen. He was cradled in the hunter’s hands and notched between one of our curved cousins and a piece of taut twine.

Our brother kept singing to us. “I will be the first to fly!”

The rest of us tried not to be jealous.

Something rustled in the forest. There was a snapping, crackling noise. It echoed through the snow.

Our hunter paused to listen, her breath a wisp of gray.

For a moment, all was still.

Our hunter burst into motion. She drew back on the string. We held our collective hope, watching as our brother was aimed into the snowy evening.

A pause. A moment. A beat of our hunter’s heart.

Our brother flew. He was beautiful as he cut through the air, his path a tight spiral, his feathers spinning and spinning.

We hoped. We waited. We cringed all together when he missed by a hair’s breadth and disappeared into the brush, sailing over our hunter’s target.

It was a massive buck, his antlers casting jagged shadows over the ground. He was alert now. He took off into the forest and our hunter gave chase.

She pounded over the snow, jostling us in our sack. She reached over her shoulder, groping for one of us, and I tilted myself just so. My haft slid into her fingers and they tickled over my feathers.

I crowed with delight. “Farewell,” I said to the siblings I left behind.

“Good luck!” they chirped at me. “Fly straight and true.”

I would. I was sure of it.

Our hunter skidded to a halt. I whipped into place, notched against the curved grip. I felt the tension of the string as it was drawn.

I saw my target. I focused on the target.

Our hunter breathed out, a puff of gray, and my world blurred around me. Joy lit vibrated all the way down to my feather.

I was flying at last!

I whipped through the air. It was so cold and wonderful all at once. I spun and spun, the wind caressing my feathers. I heard it whistling by, and there was my target.

I aimed with all my being. My wish had come true! I had flown. I was free.

All that remained was to land. To strike my target fair and true.

I arced down. I saw the majestic buck.

I yearned with everything I had.

Fly straight and true, I wished. Fly straight and true.

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leelei1980 · 5 months

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Merry and Bright

An Eddie Munson one shot

Just a bunch of Christmas fluff!

Reader-

" Baby? What's your favorite Christmas song of all time?" You ask your boyfriend Eddie, as you place a shiny red ball on your cute, full tree. It was your first Christmas together and you had both decided that to celebrate you would go and get a real Christmas tree. You tromped through the snow, your gloved hand in his bare one, because Eddie Munson would rather have his fingers fall off than wear gloves, walking up and down the rows looking for the perfect tree.

You needed one that wasn't too tall, it needed to fit in your apartment after all, but not too short. You had both decided you wanted it more on the fuller side, not a skinny tree. You could have sworn that you looked at every single tree at the tree farm before finally finding one that met Eddies perfect tree criteria.

" Look Sweetheart, I know you think I'm just being super picky but it's important to me that it's fucking perfect. It's my first REAL tree, and it's for our first Christmas. I want nothing but the best for my Princess." He wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you near." What do you think?"

If Eddie was happy, you were happy." I love it."

A big smile spread across his face. "Great, let's chop this fucker down then!"

You watched as your boyfriend laid down in the snow, clad only in his leather jacket t-shirt and jeans, and reached for the saw.

You leaned down and handed it to him and he winked at you." Thanks Doll."

You felt your cheeks get warm despite the cold. All it took was a wink and a smile from this man and you heart melted.

The tree was down a few moments later, than the two of you brought it up to the little outside booth, paid for it and grabbed a couple cups of hot chocolate for the road.Luckily the tree fit in the back of the van with some fancy finagling.

You looked up at Eddie and smiled wrapping your arms around his neck. "Here's to new traditions baby." You stood on your top toes to kiss him and he lowered his cool lips to yours- than proceed to slip his icicle fingers under the multiple layers you wore and onto your warm skin. You gasped and you felt him smile against your lips.

" Your nothing but trouble Munson."

" And yet you still love me despite my faults."

" Your only fault is that you refuse to wear the appropriate outerwear in the wintertime, than you use my body as your own personal space heater."

" That's because your hot stuff Sweetheart."

" And your a Sweet talker. Start up the van Mister, it's fucking freezing out here."

" Whatever you say Ma'am."

When you got home the two of you struggled to get the tree into the apartment but you were successful, you put it into the stand, made sure it was secure than went to get some decorations while the tree warmed up.

You went simple but colorful, stands upon strands of colorful lights, some silver garland, and multicolored glass bulbs of all shapes and sizes.

Eddie wound in the lights and put a star on the top of the tree and you carefully placed the garland on, making sure each layer was perfectly symmetrical.

And now it was time for your favorite part- the Ornaments.

You hummed along to the Christmas carols playing on your radio.

"So, what is it baby? What's your favorite Christmas song?"

Eddie smirked and carefully handed you a shiny gold ball." That's tough Princess, I'm kind of partial to the Chipmunks....but, I also like the Rockin around the Christmas tree song too. Ya know the one where she sings," Rockin' around the Christmas tree , let the Christmas spirit ring, later we'll have some fuckin pie -"

A laugh burst from your lips. "PUMPKIN pie Baby, not fuckin pie!"

He looked at you with an innocent look on his face." No way , it's fuckin pie. Wayne has been singing it that way for years."

" Alright so in your world it's Fuckin pie, Jesus Christ Eddie- I'll never be able to unhear it now!"

He smirked." Your welcome Angel." He bowed dramatically, than placed hooks in two shiny blue spheres. " Think you could help me out with my blue balls?"

You smiled and rolled your eyes." Your really on a roll tonight Eds."

" I like to think that my quick wit makes me charming and charismatic." He batted his eyelashes at you flashing you his boyish grin.

" Your fucking adorable and you know it." You leaned forward and kissed him." Now Baby, the sooner we get this tree decorated the sooner I can give you a very special present."

" Oooh, I like the sound of that Sweetheart. " He placed the balls on tree than wrapped you up in his arms. " Is it naughty or nice?"

" It's very naughty but it will feel very nice."

Eddie scooped you up in his arms. " Tree looks great to me, perfect in fact. And now It's time for me open my present."

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shawtygonemad · 1 year

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Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 - Day 05/24: Merry Birthmas!

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Fluff

Prompt: Jesus wasn't the only one born on Christmas, Reader goes into labor - "I refuse to have a baby on Christmas."

Glistening white flakes swirled around outside. They gently piled on top of the previous snow present on the ground. It must have been freezing outside according to how cold the window glass was against my fingertips. I watched on, completely mesmerized by the beauty of it all. Everything seemed to be peaceful for once. The only thing missing were the arms of Daryl around me. That was my favorite way to keep warm.

A smile traced my lips at the thought of him. It was snowing just like this when we shared our first kiss. Though that felt like millennia’s ago.

I was one of the few community members from Woodbury who joined the prison community. Even though we joined in the summer, I never had the courage to talk to Daryl until that autumn. He wasn’t very talkative at first. It probably wasn’t until he realized how much of an outcast I was that he started to have actual conversations with me. I kept to myself at Woodbury but felt even more out of place at the prison.

The man warmed up even more when I confessed to him that I wanted to be more help to the community. I wanted to learn to defend myself and others. I wanted, and needed, to make a difference there. The thought of being a burden to this kind people made me sick. I didn’t want to be like the others who came over from Woodbury. Daryl took it upon himself to teach me how to survive. He taught me how to shoot, fight, and even do a little bit of hunting. With so many lessons, it was inevitable that we would spend so much time together.

During that autumn, we slowly got to know each other. We even began to lean on one another as a trustworthy source to talk or vent to. Though it was usually just me complaining to him about how none of the other Woodbury residences pulled their weight around like everyone else. I didn’t really know how much he trusted me until he invited me to be his partner on a supply run. That was the first one I had ever gone on, and it went surprisingly well.

Things just felt so natural between Daryl and I. By the time winter had come around, we were completely comfortable with each other. It was no surprise that I had started to fall for him. How could you not? Under his rough and tough exterior was a really sweet, genuine person. I wanted nothing more than to tell him how I felt, but I couldn’t risk losing what we had. He must have been feeling the same way since he was the one who sought me out that winter night.

As soon as I saw the first snowflakes falling outside the window, my feet instantly dove into the winter boots I used. Before I knew it, I was running out the door. A wide grin spread on my face when I made it to the courtyard. The first snowfall of the year was always my favorite. Even though the temperature was freezing, I still stayed out to enjoy it. Little did I know, I had a set of eyes watching me from a few feet away. Daryl had been outside taking his final smoke before he was going to head off to bed. I didn’t even notice him as I spun around, enjoying the falling flakes. My tongue was out in an attempt to catch a few.

As another burst of wind hit, the smell of tobacco wrapped around me. It reminded me of Daryl. Only for me to realize that it probably was Daryl. He was the only person here that regularly smoked. I twisted around to see him leaning against the wall, watching me. I slipped a little on the slick ground but quickly caught myself.

“Hi,” I breathed out as my heart rate sped up.

“What’re ya doin’ out here?” He asked.

“I saw it snowing. Before all of this, I used to love going out and enjoying it. Now it’s seen as a warning to danger. The cold is here and if we’re not prepared then it can take us all out. It’s still beautiful to watch though,” I explained as I looked up and continued to admire it all.

I looked back over at Daryl with a smile. I held my hand out to him and wiggled my fingers. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Playfully I rolled my eyes and reached for his hand. He tossed his cigarette butt as I pulled him towards me.

“C’mon, enjoy this moment!” I laughed as I forced him to give me a spin.

“Yer nuts,” he chuckled.

“Life’s better that way,” I grinned at him.

“How can ya have so much energy this late at night?”

He shook his head as he watched me jump and spin around. A smile crept on his face as he continued to stare at me. I hopped around to face him and say something, but my foot landed on a patch of ice. As I slipped and started to go down, my hand reached out for Daryl. This took him by surprise, and I ended up taking him down with me. We both laughed as we laid on the snowy ground together.

Neither of us moved for a while as we stared up at the dark sky. Our breaths could be seen mixing together with the snowflakes. Daryl was the first to get up. When he stood over me and offered his hand, I happily took it. Not a word was spoken between us as we just stood there and leaned against one another.

A blast of cold air sent a chill down my spine. I shivered, which caused Daryl to wrap his arms around me. Instantly, I started to warm up. My head tilted back to send him a grateful smile. A small pang of shock hit me when I saw him staring down at me. Electricity could practically be felt between us as we gazed at each other. I decided to take the chance and raised up onto my toes to get closer to the man. Daryl must have noticed this, because he leaned down to meet me half way. Our lips found each other instinctually. It was sweet, warm, and blissful.

Movement in my stomach brought me out of my reminiscing. I smiled and placed a hand on my protruding tummy. Our son adored his father and always became extra active when Daryl was around. It was almost like he knew his father was supposed to be coming back one of these days. I was due any day now. My hope is that Daryl will be here in time. The man would never forgive himself if he missed the birth of his son.

My attention was brought back out the window once more. It looked like people were making their way over to the church. Today’s Christmas Eve. Or at least, we assumed it was. Time seems to have gotten lost during the apocalypse. At the sight of Rick and his family heading out, I decided to follow their lead.

As I was putting my coat and boots on a large cramping pain washed over me. I paused and took a deep breath. It didn’t worry me too much. Once it passed I continued on with my task. I’ve been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a few days now. My body was just preparing me for labor.

When I was as bundled as I could get, I stepped out into the cold air. Carefully, I made my way down the snowy stairs. Michonne, who was holding Judith, noticed me and stopped Rick. They patiently waited for me as I slowly waddled my way towards them. The pair chuckled when I finally made it to them.

“You poor thing. You look like you’re about ready to drop,” Michonne smiled as she gave my back a quick rub.

“Who knows? Maybe Jesus won’t be the only one born on Christmas,” Rick joked as we began walking again.

I gave him a sharp look. “I refuse to have a baby on Christmas. Especially without Daryl here.”

That made Rick laugh. “Well don’t worry! I spoke with him this morning. He should be here this evening.”

“I hope so,” I frowned, when we entered the church. “The storm looks like it isn’t going to let up anytime soon. If he gets stuck out there then it’ll put me into early labor.”

“You mean late labor?” Michonne joked. “I’m pretty sure you’re way past due.”

As we were about to slid into a pew, another contraction hit me. My eyes squeezed shut as I gripped the edge of the wood tightly. I breathed through the pain, but this one seemed to be longer. Rick and Michonne asked if I was alright. I couldn’t form any words during the torturous feeling, so I just gave them a nod.

When the discomfort started to let up, I felt hot liquid pour down my legs. Embarrassment filled me as my first thought was that I peed myself. Right here in the middle of church. Michonne’s reaction made me think it was something else. It had to have been my water that just broke. My eyes slightly widened at the puddle at our feet. Oh God, this was happening! It can’t happen now! Daryl hasn’t arrived yet!

“Take her to the infirmary. I’ll get this cleaned up and try to get a hold of Daryl,” Rick quietly informed Michonne as he scanned the crowd. “Siddiq!”

The doctor turned his head at the sound of his name. When he spotted us the situation became clear to him. He quickly got to his feet and made his way over to us. Fear and panic started to set in as they guided me out of the church. The outside air felt freezing against my wet pants.

“Daryl’s not here,” I whimpered as tears filled my eyes.

“He’ll be here soon. Just keep breathing,” Michonne comforted me as we entered the infirmary.

Siddiq rushed around to get a bed ready for me before gathering his supplies. Michonne tried to lead me to the bed, but I refused. I was too anxious to lay down. My breath started to come out short and quick. Michonne rubbed my biceps as she looked at me.

“It’ll be okay. Focus on your breathing. You’re gonna do great. Just think of how soon you’re gonna meet the little guy,” she tried to calm me.

“I can’t do this without Daryl!” I cried before inhaling sharply at another wave of pain.

Michonne stayed by my side and rubbed my back through it. She was truly the best. When it faded, Siddiq approached us.

“Y/N? Can we get you into something more comfortable? I need to check and see how dilated you are,” The doctor gently explained.

I nodded before changing out of my pants and underwear. Michonne helped me slip into the birthing dress I planned on wearing. It was soft, gave easy access for skin to skin, and made breastfeeding accessible. Tears kept leaking down my cheeks the entire time. I didn’t want to do this. I couldn’t without Daryl. Never have I been so scared in my life, and I really needed him by my side. Though, I am grateful that Michonne stuck around to help be my support.

After an hour in, and three checks from Siddiq, I was dilated enough to push. Michonne propped pillows up behind me so I’d be more comfortable. Just then, Daryl bursts into the room. His cheeks were rosy from the cold, and he was out of breath. Did he run all the way here? It didn’t matter to me as I sobbed at the mere sight of him. My hand reached out to him, and he was instantly by my side holding it. It was ice cold, but felt so good in my overheated and sweaty palm. He placed a kiss on my head before apologizing profusely for being late.

None of that mattered to me. He was here now, and it helped wash away all of the anxiety I was feeling. His support is what got me through the pain and kept me going. Michonne was a great help as well. I kept telling her I was going to kick Rick’s ass for jinxing me like this.

Within twenty minutes we had our little bundle in our arms. Seeing Daryl beam as he held his son was something I’ll never forget. My heart squeezed looking at my little family. Daryl leaned down and gave me a kiss.

“I’m so proud of ya,” He told me.

“I’m glad you made it,” I smiled at him.

We both looked down at our boy. He was healthy and perfect. That’s the greatest Christmas gift we could have ever asked for.

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moochi-daisies · 7 months

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2012. 02.

- 18+, Minors DNI

Content contains: smoking, swearing, drinking, tension and moments

- In Summation: Two people fall in love, which would make for a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.

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The bus ride felt like thirteen hours. Time did not magically speed by as much as I expected it to. I clambered on with my backpack and plopped into my seat, watching the others file on to find their own place. I was the only person under 40 by the looks of it. Lots of grizzled old men shooting me concerned or quizzical looks. Some polite smiles but beyond that, none of us said a word to each other.

In the beginning of the trip I was elated, my heart beating so hard I could feel it down my arms. Nearly bursting out of my fingertips. I jostled my leg impatiently and put my headphones in, humming quietly to myself. I was off on an adventure, to a new place, off to meet new people.

An experience.

I savored the moment as much as I could. That is, until the anxiety starting creeping in. Yoongi hadn't replied after I told him I was on the way. Bile churned in my stomach looking at the long hours stretching ahead of me, giving me all the space I needed to think more critically about what I was doing.

The "what-if" game started playing in my head.

For those who are unfamiliar with the "what-if" game, it's when your brain starts to conjure up every single "what if" that could happen regarding a situation. I suddenly felt very small on the bus. Instead of feeling like a grown woman, daringly headed wherever life was taking her- the sinking feeling that I was just a dumb kid crept through my chest.

The carefree attitude I'd had when I got on the bus was fleeting and I clutched my bag, pressing it against my body like a safety blanket.

What the hell am I doing? I scolded myself internally, What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?

A ding on my phone jerked me out of my anxiety spiral. A new message from Yoongi glowed on the screen.

All right. Let me know when you're close by. Watch out for creeps ok?

The air rushed out of my lungs like a deflating balloon. I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath until that moment. Just a single message and my anxiety melted away like it had never been there in the first place. We hadn't talked much, but Yoongi had this ability to calm me down with the few words he did say.

I was excitable in the way I spoke, a sing-song voice that didn't hide the emotions I was feeling. Yoongi was less flowery than I was, the words he said were deliberate. They had a weight to them that made me slow down and listen.

I loved that about him.

He made sense to me in a world full of people that I never understood or felt understood by.

With renewed peace, I drifted off to sleep. Waking up to take smoke breaks and stretch my legs whenever we stopped. After many, many hours I passed the sign for his city and sent him a message:

Ok, just passed the city sign. Should be a couple minutes now :) I have on a bunny jacket.

The bus turned off the freeway and onto the quiet city streets. Snow had fallen already and big white patches dampened any sound, it was so much quieter than where I had come from. It was also, so much colder than where I had come from. My bunny jacket was fuzzy and soft, with long floppy ears attached to the hood. I zipped it all the way up and pulled my hands inside the sleeves.

The bus turned into the station where I saw a car in the parking lot with about 5 people standing around it, smoking and looking towards the bus. My heart pummeled its way into my stomach when I recognized Yoongi as one of them.

Why were there so many of them?

Come to think of it, I never asked about his roommates.

What if they all hate me?

What if they all think I'm some insane weirdo who came all the way out here and Yoongi just said yes because he felt sorry for me?

Wait-

I am kind of an insane weirdo who did come all the way out here without even stopping to question why Yoongi said yes in the first place.

I looked down at my nails that I had quit biting and painted red. Cursing myself for stopping the habit I tried to find some skin to pick to calm me down.

Well, it was a little late to be backing out now right?

The bus came to stop, air pushing out as the doors opened. The chill sweeping through in full force. My legs felt like a newborn deer and I tried my best to remember how to walk as I shakily clambered down the steps. Yoongi and his friends didn't walk up to greet me warmly like I had hoped. Instead they all stood together, watching me walk up to them.

As I got closer I realized they were a group of guys. A group of cute guys. A group of cute, cool guys that were looking at me like I was an alien.

I tried to accumulate moisture in my mouth to make my voice sound as confident as possible before speaking.

"Um hey, uh-" I cleared my throat, "Yoongi right?"

The guys all laughed, one of them playfully hitting him on the shoulder. Yoongi was even cuter in person, just slightly taller than I was, his black hair tucked behind one ear and wearing a heavy looking black denim jacket over a zip up hoodie. He hadn't looked at me yet but briefly glanced at me before speaking up.

"Yeah, ya found me" his voice was deep and low.

One of the boys, a taller one with a boyish charm piped up.

"Give her a hug man, don't make it weird." The boys eyes caught mine and he gave me a wink. His lip piercing glimmered under the light of a nearby streetlamp. I smiled back sheepishly, my cheeks burning from more than the cold.

Yoongi also seemed embarrassed but he moved towards me, reaching one arm out to give me an awkward hug. Our faces nearly brushed together before he jumped back and turned away from me.

"Uh, so these are my roommates. Jungkook-" he gestured towards the boy who had winked at me. "Jin-" another tall one with fluffy hair waved, "Namjoon-" the last of the tall ones and the sturdiest looking one, nodded his head. "Hobi-" a sweet looking one flashed a friendly smile, relief flooded through me as I returned it.

"Tae and Jimin are back at the house, we couldn't fit them in the car" Hobi offered after Yoongi had shut up abruptly.

"There's more?" I squeaked out, feeling sweat bead up under my jacket.

The boys all laughed again, well, all except for Yoongi. He had turned towards the car and remained silent, refusing to look at me again.

The pressure to say something was heavy in the air and I tried to stay positive that this wasn't going to be the most uncomfortable trip I'd ever been on.

"Well, thanks for having me. I know this must be weird but I'm excited for the show" I half laughed out. The boys, minus Yoongi, smiled warmly at me, a medley of "happy you're here", "let's get going it's fucking freezing" and "glad you made it" came as response. And in unison, they all began moving to get into the car.

Yoongi still hadn't said anything but opened the car door closest to me, gesturing for me to get inside. I thanked him quietly, trying not to notice how the smell of tobacco and spices coming off of him made me feel. He closed the door behind me and walked around to get into the passenger side seat.

Jungkook slid into the back seat with me, Hobi and Namjoon squeezing in on the other side of him. Jungkook laughed, apologizing for his shoulder pressing against mine. I waved him off, telling him how anything felt better than being on that bus.

"This girl's just been on a bus for 13 hours! Let's go get some beer!" Jungkook piped up to the rest. Five faces turned to look at me, waiting for my response and I nodded. Whoops filled the car, Yoongi even chuckled to himself before turning to look out the window.

Jin was sitting in the driver's seat, asking me my preferences before the other's started in with their questions.

How had I heard about the show?

Why did I want to come?

Did I also make music?

What did I like doing?

What did I do?

Yoongi stayed looking out the window, one hand up against his chin, seemingly uninterested in any of the conversation taking place around him. We pulled up to a gas station, Jin hopping out to get gas and the others getting out to get the beers.

"C'mon out and stretch your legs a bit. You must be sick of sitting" Hobi beckoned at me before turning to follow the others.

I was very much fine sitting and trying not to hyperventilate but Yoongi got out of the car, walking around to once again open the door for me. I pushed myself out of the car, shivering now that the shock of meeting everyone was starting to wear off.

"It's cold here huh?" the words came out feebly as I looked at Yoongi.

God he was so cute.

He looked me up and down before frowning a bit, and grumbling out a response.

"Uh yeah, we wear layers here.".

Oh.

He must have realized I was making an effort though because he sighed and took off his denim jacket, handing it out to me stiffly.

"If you didn't bring a jacket you can wear this while you're here" he said, looking at me directly.

"You have pretty eyes" I blurted out while reaching for the jacket, "Ah, I mean thank you.". He really did though, my eyes were a dark brown but nowhere near the deep dark brown that his were. They were nearly black, like little onyx pools. Lights seemed to sparkle and reflect back out of them.

Yoongi's lips pulled back on one side into a small smile and Jin behind him chuckled to himself.

"Shut up" Yoongi rolled his eyes at Jin, who held his hands up feigning innocence.

I started to relax a bit, the tension in my shoulders easing. The warmth and smell from Yoongi's jacket bringing a comfort that washed away some of the fear. These guys seemed all right and were incredibly welcoming to a random stranger who they just picked up from the bus stop.

Yoongi pulled out a cigarette, raising his eyebrows at me as he offered the pack in my direction. I focused all of my energy on stopping my hand from shaking as I reached for one and put it between my lips. He pulled out his lighter, cupping his hand around the end and lit it for me before I could register what he was doing.

Glancing at my shocked expression he laughed before lighting his own.

"Pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes" he blew out smoke, following it as it trailed into the sky.

I looked down smiling to myself and took a drag of my own.

"I didn't know that" I said softly. And a comfortable silence fell between us.

Jin came over for a drag before starting a conversation with Yoongi about something that warbled through my ears like a foreign language. The tiredness from the trip hit me like wrecking ball now that adrenaline and fear weren't keeping me going. I walked to a patch of nearby snow, listening to the crunch of ice beneath my feet, taking careful steps and watching green blades of grass peek through the broken up pieces of white.

The loud voices of the other boys broke me out of my trance and Yoongi waved me back over to the car. I put out my cigarette in a puddle of melting slush before tossing it in the garbage can by the gas pump. When Yoongi opened my door for me this time, I shot him a shy smile as thanks.

After he closed the door, I saw him smile to himself as he walked back to the passenger seat.

"So you came here without knowing anything about us huh?" Jungkook asked, holding a paper bag of beers in between his knees.

"Yeah ha, pretty wild decision now that I think about it" I mumbled.

"You're gonna have fun, don't worry. We're lots of fun, aren't we Yoongi?" Jungkook nudged Yoongi, wrinkling his nose as he smiled.

"Shut up" Yoongi said, not looking back. And the boys all laughed.

"Yoongi's like that but he must like you if he said you could come" Namjoon's face peered around Jungkooks wide shoulders. The dimpled smile on his face was reassuring and I smiled back at him before remembering Yoongi's first response to me.

"Wait- you guys were all okay with me coming right?" I asked the car, suddenly aware of how little Yoongi and I had discussed my coming here.

There was a moment of silence as Yoongi's head swiveled around to look at the others.

Hobi, who was squished between Jungkook and Namjoon broke through the silence with a cheery voice, "Yeah of course! We're really glad you want to support the show. Yoongi's been working so hard on it!" And the brief moment of tension fizzled, everyone's shoulders relaxing as the others broke out into jumbled praise for Yoongi's work on his music.

I wasn't trying not to listen but I couldn't stop staring at Yoongi. Pulling his jacket up to cover more of my face, I sank down into my seat for the rest of the ride. Breathing in the warmth and letting a "what if" game of reasons for Yoongi saying I could come drift through my mind.

After some time had passed, the car slowed down and pulled up to the house and I jolted out of my tiredness while everyone filed out onto the sidewalk. It was a two story house that looked like it had some history, paint peeling off the wood. It wasn't run down but it wasn't new either. Like it had spent it's time really being lived in. A worn down couch sat on the front porch and the light inside glowed yellow through the glass mosaic on the front door.

"Welcome, welcome!" Hobi threw his arms up with an infectious energy. I giggled and curtsied before him as I made my way up the front steps behind Yoongi. Once the front door was opened we all piled in and a soft "oh" escaped me as I looked around.

Inside the home was like a comfort paradise. A giant couch took up most of the living room, covered in pillows and blankets. A TV was propped up on a heavy wood dresser, game consoles and wires spilling onto the floor beside it. A variety of art pieces splattered across the walls and art supplies were tucked around in different cabinets and boxes. Books piled up in various corners and shelves, some peeking out from under the couch.

To my right was a hallway, that led to Yoongi's room and the bathroom Jin explained to me. Two wooden staircases, one going up and one going down, were also in that hallway and they led to the other boys rooms. An open doorway on the right side of the living room led to the kitchen. I couldn't see it, but the yellow walls softly glowed, spilling out into the living room.

The exhaustion shot back through my body at the sight of it all. Maybe it was the realization that this was a safe place. That I had travelled all this way and was going to be staying in a place that felt more like home than my own ever did. I slid down to the floor with a thump, gaping at everything around me.

The boys looked back at me and gently laughed, "You can sit on the couch you know..." Jin joked before he slipped into the hallway. "TAE, JIMIN! SHE'S HERE!" he yelled and my mush of a brain tried its hardest to comprehend that there were two more people to meet.

Jungkook had plopped onto the couch, pulling the beers out of the bag and calling me over. Namjoon had disappeared off to his room and Hobi had walked into the kitchen, rattling sounds echoing out into the living room. Yoongi had walked immediately to his laptop and started messing with some music programs.

Pulling myself off the floor, I staggered as gracefully as I could to the couch before sinking down into the cushions. It was softer than I expected and knocked me off balance, my torso flopping down so I was laying on my side. The top of my head pressed against Jungkook's thigh but the energy to move or feel embarrassed had been drained out of me.

"Oh my god" I laughed, feeling delirious, "I could just fall asleep right here.". I felt Jungkook's hand patting the top of my head and ruffling my hair as he laughed with me, "Aw, little sleepyhead" he said sympathetically.

Yoongi's voice cut across the room, annoyance clear in his tone. "You could just go to sleep in my room, you don't have to stay out here.". And I jerked myself upright, feeling my throat close up. He was letting me stay at his place and barge into his life, the last thing I wanted to do was make him mad. I looked to Jungkook, unsure what to do. But all I got in response were big doe eyes, puffed out cheeks and a beer.

"No, I'm okay. It's really comfy in here, you guys have a nice place." I cracked open the beer and didn't have the nerve to look at Yoongi. Was I sleeping in his room? With him? Yet another thing we hadn't discussed. This was beginning to feel like a fever dream.

A thunder of footsteps interrupted my thinking as two new boys ran into the living room. One was a cherub of a man and the other looked like he belonged in an art studio. The cherub stepped across the room to lean down and hug me, "I'm Jimin! You must be our very special guest, welcome to our humble abode!".

The artist bowed before theatrically posing like a hand model, "And I'm Tae. Charmed I'm sure." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and we both laughed. I responded with my "nice to meet you's" and "thank you for having me" before looking more closely at Tae.

"Hey! We have the same beauty spot!" I exclaimed, pointing at my cheek with one finger and his with the other. He briskly strode over and sat next to me on the couch, grabbing my hands and pulling them to his chest. Looking into my eyes he breathed out, "I knew it. You must be my soulmate..." and I couldn't help but play along.

"Oh my darling, I never dreamed this day would come and here you are, right before me!" Fluttering my eyelashes until my eye twitched.

Jimin and Jungkook chuckled while Tae smiled widely at me, giving me a nod of approval before reaching to grab a beer.

"I like her Yoongi. She's fun." Jimin threw out while grabbing his drink, Yoongi grunted in response without looking away from his computer. My eyes drifted over to the workout bar hung in the doorframe between the living room and kitchen.

"Hey, what's that for?" I asked, taking some sips of beer. Jungkook's eyes lit up and he bounced off the couch, Jimin gracefully flopping down to take his place. "It's for cool shit like this!" Jungkook began pulling himself up on the bar, demonstrating what I imagined to be every single possible variation of a pull up. I don't know what got into me, I couldn't even do a pull up. But I set my beer down and stood up before saying, "That's really cool, can I try something real quick?" And Jungkook dropped down, smiling excitedly while he moved back to the couch.

I reached up and grabbed the bar, before flipping back and lifting my feet up to hook my knees over it. Once I was secure, I let go of the bar with my hands and wiggled my fingers, "Ta-da!" I beamed. And the three boys on the couch erupted with supportive applause.

Hobi came running out of the kitchen only to shriek with surprise as he nearly collided with my dangling upper body.

"Wow! Okay, are you hungry? I'm making ramen. Anyone?" he pushed my torso to the side like a curtain to peer out at the rest of the group.

Yoongi raised a thumb and the others affirmed before Hobi nodded to himself.

"Ok, someone go check if Jin and Namjoon want some. How about you?" He squatted down to look up at my face and I nodded. The realization of not eating anything all day sent a wave a weakness through my body and after Hobi moved back to the kitchen, I unflipped myself. Waiting for the blood to leave my head, blinking out the sparks behind my eyes.

While Tae had gone to check on the other boys, Jungkook and Jimin had started a conversation that I didn't want to interrupt. I grabbed my beer and one for Yoongi before walking over and nervously settling next to him. He had been sitting on the floor the whole time, shoulders hunched over and pursing his lips in a concentrated expression.

I sat in a version of child's pose, propping myself up on an elbow before handing the beer to him and taking a glance at his computer screen.

"Here you go. Thank you again for all of this, I, um. Is this what you're working on for the show?" He grabbed the beer from me without taking his eyes from the screen, opening it with one hand to take a sip before setting it down.

Unnecessarily hot of him.

He nodded and continued with his work. Maybe if I had been less tired I would have been worried about him not wanting me there. Or that I was invading his space or distracting him from his work. Maybe it was my delirium but a comfortable silence fell between us again. I had no idea what he was doing but I liked how he looked while he worked. Unlike with Jungkook, the sudden awareness of our proximity to each other rippled through my body like an electrical current.

The heat coming off of him radiated through both jacket layers and settled deep inside my chest. I pretended not to notice his knee in my peripheral vision or how his hands looked moving across the keyboard. I sat up to drink more beer, unintentionally brushing his shoulder with mine. A jolt shot through denim and fuzz, sending shivers down my arm and into the pit of my stomach. We both stared straight ahead until Jin and Namjoon came shuffling out of the hallway.

They both looked down at us, Jin smirking and Namjoon smiling gently. Like they knew something we both didn't. I bit the metal rim of the beer can, feeling my cheeks flush.

"Look at you lovebirds." Jin cooed, laughing when I covered my face with my hands. Too scared to look at Yoongi I stood up and swallowed down the rest of the beer. Sticking my tongue out at Jin I shook the can, "Where should I put this?" and he reached out to take it from me.

"I got it. How about you get another one and chill out, you're the guest after all." He raised an eyebrow at me before walking into the kitchen. I looked to Namjoon confused, he shook his head before walking me back to the couch. He nudged Yoongi with his foot but Yoongi didn't budge, his grip denting the beer can as he glared straight ahead.

Hobi and Jin came out with the ramen for everyone. After dispersing bowls and new beers we all quieted down to eat, little jabs made here and there. Hums of appreciation for the food and burping competitions carried on while Yoongi stayed where he was. It didn't bother me that he was doing his own thing, I admired it.

It bothered me though, that nobody had given him a new beer. Checking in on him felt so instinctual and impulsive, I couldn't help myself. I didn't stop to question it. As quietly as I could, I walked over and placed a beer by his side, taking his empty and now mangled can back with me. I trekked into the kitchen and found the recycling, taking in the odd antiques hung around the walls, the different pictures and polaroids stuck to the fridge.

After settling back down, I found myself glancing at him again. He was shifting back and forth on his knees trying to find a comfortable position.

Turning behind me, I grabbed a pillow and walked back over to him.

"Here." I held the pillow out and he turned to look at it. Pausing for moment, before nodding and taking it, placing it under himself and adjusting his position.

When I walked back to the couch, 6 smirking faces greeted me. I didn't even think about them noticing. Goddammit.

"Cute" Jimin said, "I can see why he wanted you here.".

I threw my hair over my shoulder and huffed indignantly, "I don't know what you mean in the slightest.". Sitting back down on the couch between Jungkook and Tae, I started to fight to keep my eyes open. The sound of conversation and the coziness of the house lulling me to sleep, the muscles in my neck gave out and I dropped my head onto Jungkook's shoulder. My head felt too heavy to lift so I stayed there, Jungkook didn't move away but adjusted his shoulder to alleviate any strain on my neck.

This is nice, the thoughts floated through, I'm glad I'm here. I'm glad I came.

"Ahem." My eyes flickered open at Yoongi's fake coughing sound. He was standing up, grimacing at me with his hands pressed into his hoodie pockets.

"We should really get to bed now guys." He said, staring at Jungkook's shoulder. "C'mon."

And with that he turned and walked away down the hallway.

I glanced around at the boys on the couch who were looking at me with raised eyebrows and poorly concealed smiles.

Okay, I guess he means he and I are going to bed now. Nervousness fluttered in my chest, dampened by sleepiness and the beers.

"Do you want me to help clean up or anything?" I fumbled while standing up, rattling the cans on the table and steadying myself on Jungkooks shoulder. One of his hands reached out to grab my waist while I found my balance, earning a "what the hell dude" look and head jerk from Jin. He quickly dropped it and I made my way around the table.

"You're the guest lady, don't worry about it" Jin shot a wink and finger gun at me. I winked and finger gunned back, thanking them all again and saying good night before turning to the dark hallway.

Exhaling as deeply as I could I walked towards the open door to Yoongi's room. Straining my eyes in the dark, I took in the sight before me. More art covered the walls, a guitar and keyboard were in the corner with an amp and loop pedal, chords swirling around each other on the ground. A mattress lay on the floor next to a big window, moonlight shining through it and spilling onto the blanket, turning it a moody shade of blue.

Yoongi stood by the mattress, looking at the floor even in the darkness.

"Which side of the bed do you want?" he asked and the annoyed tone would've gotten to me if it had done a better job masquerading his consideration for my comfort.

"Um, by the wall please." I threaded my fingers together, the thought of sleeping next to him forming knots beneath my ribs.

He nodded, barely visible and quickly muttered, "Ok, go get washed up then get in bed. I'll go after you."

He held out my backpack for me and I quickly grabbed it, turning towards the bathroom in a rush. I was grateful for the opportunity to go on autopilot. As I stood there brushing my teeth, the person in the mirror didn't look like me. There was a pink flush on the cheeks, the hair was messy, strands tucked haphazardly and parting in an unfamiliar direction. Maybe it always parted that way and I just never noticed before.

Splashing cold water on my face I looked at my reflection one last time.

She's whoever she wants to be, I thought before nodding to myself like it was some sort of affirmation.

The voices of the other boys zoomed in and then faded as I walked out of the bathroom back to Yoongi's room. He didn't say a word to me when I came in, just marched directly to the bathroom, leaving me standing alone in what felt like a sanctuary. This house alone felt like some special corner of the universe, a place where being yourself wasn't chastised or persecuted but celebrated and supported.

Yoongi's room to me, was equivalent to a secret garden within that special corner of the universe. A place where things were grown, cared for, nurtured. A space where things were created and loved. I must have been standing there longer than I realized because Yoongi came back in only to huff at me.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked like I was an idiot.

I shook my head to clear it, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking..." I trailed off without finishing the thought and made my way into the bed. Facing the wall, I felt the weight of him laying down next to me and my heart skipped a beat. He tossed a heavy blanket over me, saying a coarse goodnight before falling still.

I rolled over, realizing too late that he was closer than expected, my body hugging against his back. We both jumped and he scooted away from me. His back staying turned to me, I froze, staring at his back in the darkness. I was in awe I guess, that this beautiful person had let me into his special place in the world. That his friends had accepted me so genuinely. That all I had to do was ask and here I was.

His voice broke through the silence and I held my breath, clinging to every word.

"I'm happy you're here."

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