#so im hoping the want dies down enough that by the time i have time for a new show teen wolf and the 100 arent at the top of my mind đ
just saying - me reblogging t100 content shouldn't advertise you to watch it djdjdj. this show is a shitshow i was glad i watched it when i was 15-16 but i stopped after s3 finaleđđđđ
oh don't worry I've heard it's messy (although i didnt realise until like literally a few weeks ago that clarke and lexa were canon i thought it was a the fans have deluded themselves/been baited situation đ i saw a gif of them kissing and was like wait WHAT), I just am in a mild alycia debnam-carey era rn bc of ftwd so the want to watch it purely for her is kinda strong đđ I watched s1 a few years ago but just never continued for some reason, maybe it was a sign to leave it be lmao
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pairing:Â luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader
summary:Â percy learns about the first girl luke castellan ever loved.
a/n:Â this is a lil sad. sorry about that. but i really like it and it came out of nowhere in like 2 days so i hope you enjoy despite the sadness. title from the mitski song
wc:Â 6.5k
warning(s): major character death; not shown but hangs over the whole fic. angst made angstier by fluffy flashbacks. mostly told through percyâs pov but includes luke, annabeth, and reader povs
also if you saw this before on another account DONT WORRY... that account was also me. im just doing some stuff behind the scenes right now as i figure stuff out lol i promise no plagiarism is going on
Percy thought that his head might explode.Â
He didnât know how he was still walking, honestly. His mom died, he killed aâ no, theâ Minotaur, all the Greek myths were real and his dad was one of them, and now he had to deal with that freak accident with Clarisse and the toilets.Â
At least he would be ready next time she tried to beat him up. Percy had been the new kid enough to know there would be a next time.
All he could do was stare at the Minotaur horn in his hands, the only sign that what happened outside the border was real. The horn in his hands and the hole in his heart.Â
Percy swallowed the lump in his throat. Heâd been thrown into the deep end, and the only thing on his mind was when he would start to drown.Â
âHey.â Percy looked up to see the counselor heâd met earlier with AnnabethâLuke. He tossed a ziploc bag at him and he caught it, taking a moment to look at what was in it.Â
âI stole you some toiletries from the camp store,â he explained. âThought it might make you feel more at home.âÂ
ââŠThanks.â He didnât know if Luke was joking, but the damage had already been done. And it was the nicest thing someone had done for him so far. He set it down next to his Minotaur shoebox. âIs this the best that it gets?âÂ
Lukeâs lips quirked up in a slight smile. âFor now. Weâre a little crowded, if you couldnât tell.âÂ
âJust a little bit.â Percy stood up from his sleeping bag and worked out the knot in his shoulder. âWhereâs your bed? Assuming you have one.âÂ
âI couldnât wrangle all these cats without some back support,â he said, and he pointed to a bed in the corner. It was the only one on its own without a bunk, and he had a fair amount of decorations. Counselor privileges, he figured. Percy walked over, Luke trailing behind him.Â
âNice place,â he said. Percy picked up the Yankeeâs cap on his bedside table and nodded as he looked back at him. âNice taste.âÂ
âItâs for Annabeth,â Luke said. âShe wanted us to match.âÂ
Percy nodded again in approval. âGood taste for both of you.â
Luke had various other things around â an alarm clock knocked over next to the baseball cap, a huskie sticker on the wall half-scraped off, a poster for an album he didnât recognize.Â
But the thing that caught his eye was a polaroid hanging on the wall, surrounded by a smattering of others varying in size.Â
The first one had to be an old pictureâLuke didnât have his scar, and the biggest smile stretched across his face. He had a girl close with an arm slung around her waist, and she mightâve been smiling even more than Luke. A bright energy emanated around her, something that must have transferred through the picture, because Percy found himself feeling a little better just looking at her. He wondered if she was a camper.Â
His eyes flicked to the next picture, which was another one of Luke and that girl. They were both laughing as she tried to put a blue hat on Lukeâs head, and he protested with a hand on her wrist. They were in the forefront of a baseball game, Percy noticed.
There were other pictures, tooâLuke, a girl dressed all punk, and what looked like a young version of Annabeth, most notablyâbut a majority of them were either Luke and that girl, or the girl all on her own. In every single one, she beamed brighter than the sun.Â
Percy pointed at the picture of Luke and the girl at the baseball game, his curiosity getting the better of him. âWhoâs that?â
That seemed to catch Luke off-guard, his lips parting for a moment as if he wanted to say something. It barely took him any time to get back on track, but Percy found himself frowning.Â
âThatâsâŠâ Luke cleared his throat, wet his lips, shook his head. âA friend. A very good friend.â
âDoes she go here?â Percy asked.Â
âShe did.âÂ
He frowned. âWhere is she, then?âÂ
âPercyââ Lukeâs voice was strained, but he didnât really notice as he went on.Â
âI didnât see her around,â he continued, âand you look pretty close.âÂ
Luke blinked a couple times, and Percy swore he could see the telltale glimmer of tears starting in his eyes. A muscle worked in his jaw, and suddenly Percy was worried that heâd said something horribly wrong. He had a talent for that, it seemed.Â
Fortunately, he was saved by the bellâconch shell?âand something like relief flooded through Lukeâs expression. Tension still coiled in his body.Â
âCome on,â he said, that camp counselor smile coming back as he put his hand on Percyâs shoulder and guided him away from the enclave. âThat means dinnerâs about to start.â
Percyâs frown deepened as curiosity won out again. âWas she yourââ
âYou donât wanna be late,â Luke continued, ignoring his attempt. âI assume youâre pretty hungry after two days spent out?â
Well, that only made him want to push harder. But Percy figured he wouldnât get anything out of himâespecially not now.Â
ââŠYeah,â Percy said. âStarving.â
An odd look flickered across his face, but again, it only lasted for a second before he was back to normal. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, âEleven! Fall in!âÂ
Percy was at the back of the line by virtue of him being the new kid, and he found himself looking back at that picture of Luke and the girl. He didnât know why, but something drew him to her. Before Percy could think about it more, the line was moving and his growling stomach drew his attention away.Â
He would have plenty of time to ask Luke about it later.Â
Or rather, ask him and piss off the only person whoâd tried to be his friend so far.Â
âŠGods.Â
Maybe he was going to drown sooner than he thought.Â
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âLukeââÂ
âNo!âÂ
âLuke, please!âÂ
âAnnabeth will kill me if she knowsââÂ
âShe wonât know!âÂ
âAlright, alrightâ stay still, you two!âÂ
Your mother laughed from behind the camera as you and Luke fought with each other, you trying your damnedest to get your Red Sox cap on his head as he tried his damnedest to stop you. The frantic laughter on both sides made it a little difficult for either of you to succeed in your quest, but eventually, you got the rock up the hill and the hat on his head.Â
âTake the picture, Mom!â you exclaimed, pulling Luke even closer by his arms so he couldnât get it off. âI need the proof!âÂ
âI knew this was a bad idea,â Luke groaned, staring at the camera as you wrapped your arm around his side and leaned into him. He could already imagine your victorious smile, brighter than the sun beating down on them in the stadium, and just the thought of it made one of his own flit across his lips.Â
âOh, shut up, Castellan,â you said. âYou chose to come to this game. Everyoneâs gonna know youâre a Red Sox fan now.â
âYou said you wouldnât tell her!â Luke defended, wrenching his arms free of your control to take the hat off his head. âI donât even care about baseball!âÂ
âYou care so much about it,â you said cloyingly, âand youâre ride or die for the Boston Red Sox.âÂ
âIf you say a single wordââÂ
âOkay, kids!â Your mother pointed at the seats next to her. âThe gameâs about to startâyou can keep arguing, but only if you sit down so I can see.âÂ
âSorry, Mom.â You grinned at her as you pulled Luke over to your seatsâthey were a step up from nosebleeds, but they were the ones closest to the balcony so you could at least peer over the railing down to the diamond.
âItâs alright, sweetheart.â She glanced at Luke with a smile, and he could really see where you got it from. âWeâve gotta make him a fan somehow.âÂ
âI guess I can live with the brand.â Luke set the cap back on your head once you were seated, purposefully pulling the brim a little over your eyes, and he smiled at you. âEven though it looks better on you, anyways.âÂ
âYou just donât have what it takes to be a Red Sox fan in the heart of Yank territory,â you mused, pushing the hat back up so you could see. âItâs fine.âÂ
Luke rolled his eyes, but he could hardly bite back his smile.Â
âI am glad you came, though,â you said, glancing back at him. âIâm glad you came with me in the first place. This is gonna be the best semester.â
âThanks for having me,â Luke said. âItâs⊠itâs been a while since Iâve left camp.âÂ
âFingers crossed for no monster attacks, eh?â You held up your hand. âAt least, not during the game. I could live with it happening any other time.âÂ
âDonât speak it into existence,â your mom said. âWeâre going to have a monster-free school year.âÂ
To humor her, you made a claw over your heart and pushed out. She hummed in satisfaction, and you looked over at Luke. âItâs gonna be fine.âÂ
âYeah,â he said. âBecause two kids like us arenât gonna draw any attention.âÂ
âOh, I know we will,â you said. âBut I know itâll be fine.âÂ
Luke frowned. âHow can you be so sure?âÂ
You shrugged with a smile. âIâve got you.â
And in that moment, he was thankful for the freakish heat that honestly made no sense in the springâat least it covered up any sign of what your words did to him.Â
Luke thought you were joking when you asked him if he wanted to come back home with you for the school year. He didnât know why you wanted to go back in the first place, being a Big Three kid that apparently had a death wish, but the thought of him leaving camp was almost inconceivable.Â
Even after you assured him you werenât joking, he still wasnât sure. He was on the run with you for three years, thenâŠÂ
Well, he couldnât think about it for too long. But Luke had been on the outskirts of regular society for so long, doing nothing but fighting for his life, that he didnât know if he could actually function at a normal school.
But it felt right for you two to get some normal time together after you were separated for so long. It took him a semester to decide, but one day during your usual Iris message conversations, he told you heâd love to spend the rest of the year in Boston with you. Luke still remembered the grin you wore, your disbelieving but victorious cheers, the apology you yelled back at your mother for your noise.Â
Luke watched you as you talked with your mom, discussing Bostonâs chances and player statistics and baseball jargon he didnât think heâd ever understand, and he knew he would sit through a thousand Red Sox games if it meant he would get to keep seeing your smile.
You must have felt his eyes on you, because you glanced over at him. âAre you okay?âÂ
Luke smiled. Gods, he was so glad you were here.Â
âNever better.âÂ
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âThat one nearly got me,â Luke said.Â
Percy huffed as he picked up his sword from the groundâhe was pretty sure he would officially lose his mind if Luke disarmed him with that stupid move one more time. One benefit to the Hermes cabin being too scared to associate with him after getting claimed was that he wasnât making a fool out of himself in front of other people.Â
âMaybe I can only beat you when I pour water on myself,â he said.Â
Luke chuckled as he took a bottle from the cooler on the side and held it up. âWanna try?âÂ
He shook his head. âI think my arms will fall off if I keep going with you.âÂ
He tipped his shoulder. âFair.âÂ
Percy stared at the ground as Luke gathered himself, trying to put the free range thoughts roaming around his head in order. It didnât help that heâd gained a million questions after Poseidon claimed him, and it didnât help that thereâs been a newest addition to his dream last night.Â
He still felt strange asking Luke about it, but he had to know more about her. Percy didnât know why it felt like his mission to find out who this mysterious girl was, or why he felt that strange connection to her. Maybe it was the way Luke acted whenever he brought her up, maybe it was that sheâd popped up in his dream next to him at the very end, maybe it was just plain old curiosity.Â
âIâm not supposed to be alive,â Percy said, breaking the silence. âI could die at any time in a bunch of different horrible ways. So will you tell me more about that girl on your wall?â Â
Again, Luke seemed to be caught off guard by it. Percy heard the crunch of plastic as his hand clenched ever so slightly around the bottle, and he tried to cover it up with an arched eyebrow. âWhy do you want to know so badly?âÂ
He shrugged. What was he supposed to say?Â
âIâm curious,â he decided.Â
Luke huffed a dry laugh before he took a sip of water, and he stared off into the distance for a while. He did a lot of staring whenever this girl was brought up. They looked like they were best friends in those pictures, but maybe whatever they had ended badly. And if she was a demigod tooâŠ
Well, it would make sense why he didnât want to talk about her.Â
âYou know that phrase about curiosity?â Luke asked.Â
âAnd how it killed the cat?âÂ
He nodded, drinking some more. âIt goes double for demigods.âÂ
âEverything else wants to kill me,â Percy said. âSo curiosityâs gonna have to get in line.âÂ
Lukeâs laugh was a little more genuine this time, and he shook his head. âI guess I can tell you a little about her. You actually probably have a right to know.âÂ
âIs she a half-blood?â Percy asked immediately.Â
He nodded. âYeah.âÂ
âWhoâs her parent?âÂ
Luke capped his water bottle and looked at Percy for a good, long moment. His face glowed in the warm afternoon sun, his scar cast in a softer light than usual. The scar used to unnerve him, but heâd gotten used to it after weeks staring at it during sword fighting.Â
âShe was a child of Poseidon, Percy,â he said. âJust like you.âÂ
Percy felt short of breath, like Luke had just knocked his sword out of his hand and shoved him to the ground. But he stood on his own two legs that somehow still worked, and Luke hadnât moved.Â
He had a sister?Â
âI have a sister?âÂ
ââŠHad,â Luke corrected. âShe⊠she died a few years back.âÂ
A vice latched onto Percyâs heart. He was still having a hard time breathing. No wonder Luke always used past tense when he was talking about her.Â
He had a sister, he wasnât alone, but he was because she was dead. And if Luke was one of her friends, that meant she died young.Â
Gods.Â
âWhat about their oath?â Percy asked, trying to ignore the aching in his chest. âIâm already on thin ice for my whole existing thing. How did Poseidon get away with two kids so close to each other?âÂ
Luke shrugged. âIâve never known why gods do things. Her mother was a great woman, thoughâI could see what drew Poseidon to her against the oath.âÂ
One half of Percy wanted to ask every question that kept popping into his head. The other side of him wanted to break down and cry.Â
âHow did you meet her?âÂ
âWe ran into each other when we were both young,â he said. âBoth child runaways, both demigods, both New Englandersâwe decided to rough it out on the road together. Couldnât be any worse than doing it on our own.â
Percy tried to imagine it. A young Luke and a younger version of that girlâmaybe Percyâs ageâliving together in the wilderness and fighting monsters. Surviving off of nothing but their wit and skill, facing death each day before theyâd even reached middle school.Â
âIt⊠it didnât happen then, did it?â he asked hesitantly.Â
Luke shook his head. âCouple years later. All we did was watch each otherâs backs out there.âÂ
Percy couldnât help himself. âWhat happened to her?â Â
âThe same thing that happens to everyone,â Luke said flatly. âThereâs a reason Iâm the oldest one here.âÂ
âThat doesnât make it better,â Percy insisted. âItâ it makes it worse, Luke. You see that, right?â Â
Luke stared at his empty water bottle then tossed it back into the cooler. When his gaze met Percyâs, he was shocked by how⊠tired he looked. Beyond exhaustedâbone-weary. Percy wanted to say more, but he didnât get the chance.Â
âThis isnât good conversation,â Luke said, âand itâs getting late. You should hit the showers before dinner.âÂ
The sun still beat down on them, bright and angry in the sky, but Percy provided no argument. He had a lot to think about.Â
Before they went their separate ways, Percy stopped and looked back at him. âIâm sorry sheâs gone, Luke.âÂ
Lukeâs gaze went unfocused for a moment, his eyes growing glossy. âSo am I.âÂ
-
Percy sat on the floor of the Hermes cabin in the corner that used to be his, staring at his meager belongings. He had to decide what to take on his quest, which was made easier by the fact that he hardly had anything to his name. Things could always be worse, though. At least he would have a change of clothes.Â
He shouldâve been doing this in his own cabin, but it felt too empty, too suffocating in its silence. Eleven was still more familiar. He heard the door open and saw Luke walk in, and his eyes lit up when he saw Percy.Â
âHey,â he said. âI wanted to see you before you left. Howâre you feeling pre-quest?âÂ
âLike the worldâs about to end,â he said.Â
Lukeâs lips twitched into a smile as he sat on the bed across from Percy. âUnderstandable. It kinda is.âÂ
âItâs just overwhelming.â Percy shoved the unfolded clothes into his backpack. âI have to clear mine and my dadâs names and get Zeusâs bolt back, or else war will start. No pressure at all.âÂ
âYou were chosen for a reason,â Luke said. âYou may not see it, Percy, but youâve improved a lot since you got here. If anyone can do this, I think itâs you.âÂ
Percy looked up at him, and he was reminded of the way their last conversation went. He was asking before he could really stop himself.Â
âI could die on this quest and never see you again,â Percy said. âSo could you tell me more about my sister before I go?â Â
Luke smiled wistfully and sighed. âYou really wonât let this go, will you?âÂ
âItâs not really something you just let go,â he said. âBesides, I⊠I saw her in my dream last night.âÂ
Lukeâs smile faded. âYou did?â Â
Percy nodded. âFor a split second, but I know it was her. I felt the same way I did whenever I looked at her pictures. And⊠itâs the second time sheâs shown up.âÂ
He let out a long sigh and shook his head, his gaze trailing off to the wall. He always looked so much older when he talked about this girl, like he was a war veteran reminiscing on his lost love. And from what heâd gathered, it might not have been too far off.Â
âI told you we ran together when we were young,â he said, and Percy nodded. âWe were both nine, and it shouldâve been terrible, but she had a way of making everything better. Always found the bright side of things, was always able to make me laugh.âÂ
âShe was from Massachusettsâright in the middle of Boston.â Luke chuckled as he looked at Percy. âHuge Red Sox fan.âÂ
Percy grimaced. âWe all make mistakes.âÂ
Luke smiled, though it faded a bit. âWe got separated for a while, but we found each other again when I got to camp. Things were more peaceful than they are now, so sheâd been claimed at camp pretty quickly. I figure Poseidon wanted her to have the protection of him openly standing behind her after what happened.âÂ
He frowned. âWhat do you mean, âwhat happenedâ?âÂ
Luke shook his head. âThat would be an awful story to send you off on.âÂ
Percy wanted to protest, but he didnât. Luke was probably rightâPercy didnât want to make him relive it and then have to go on a death quest right after.
âA happier part, then,â he suggested.
âShe ran away from home as a kid to protect her mom, but now that she had an idea of what she was doing, she started going back to school. She invited me to stay with her during the school year one year, and I accepted. Thatââ Lukeâs throat bobbed, and the other hand clenched into a fistâ âthat was when she died.âÂ
In his stunned silence, Luke got up and went over to his alcove. He pulled the drawer open on his bedside table and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. It mustâve been folded and crumpled a million other times in messier ways by all the creases he could see, but when Luke opened it, he could see handwriting all over the front.Â
A letter.Â
âWe Iris messaged each other constantly while she was at school,â he said, âand we wrote back and forth when we couldnât. This was the last letter she sent me.âÂ
Percyâs first instinct was to say he wouldnât be able to read it, but he realized that he didnât really care. These were words that his sister wroteâhe would sit here the rest of the day forcing sentences to make sense if that was what it took.Â
So he took the letter when Luke offered it.Â
To the one and only Luke Castellan,Â
My mom said yes! After a very long interrogation (she now knows basically everything about you) and a million promises that you would be as careful as possible and that you were good enough at sword fighting to take down anything that could come after us, she said you can spend the year here. We spent a couple hours every day making my momâs study into a guest room, so you have a place to stay.
Iâm an idiot that didnât bring enough drachmas so thatâs why I have to send this letterâhopefully it gets to you soon enough, because weâre gonna come get you a week before my winter break is over. Mom is letting me drive down because she says I have to get my permit soon. It makes sense that my first big test is getting to you. If we donât make it, itâs because we died in a fiery crash.Â
Just kidding. Iâm a great driver. But tell me some of your favorite songs when you reply and Iâll burn a CD for the rideâI figured out how to use LimeWire. Oh, and throw in a couple drachmas with the envelope so I can Iris message you next time. I miss your face and your voice, and my hand is cramping up writing all of this.Â
But this is so exciting! I canât wait to introduce you to all my friends at school, and show you my favorite places in the city, and make you into a Red Sox fan. And you can come to my soccer gamesâ Iâm the greatest forward there is.Â
Jokes aside, Iâm going to make sure you have the best time. Weâll spend every second together, Luke. Weâre gonna make up for the time we lost.Â
I canât wait to see you again.
Your hurricane. Â
It took Percy a long time to get through it with the words swimming all over, and it didnât help that his vision had grown blurry.Â
Tears, he realized as he blinked, and he did it again to make sure they wouldnât fall. He couldnât cry in front of Luke, not over a girl he didnât even knowâeven if she was his sister. But maybe he was grieving thatâthe fact that he would never get to know her.Â
âGod, man. Iâ Iâm sorry.â Percy couldnât think of anything else to say. âShe sounds like she was great.âÂ
Luke couldnât even manage a smile this time as he stared at the wall. Percy was surprised he could even talk to him about it.Â
âShe was,â he murmured. âYou wouldâve liked her. And gods,â this time, a bit of a smile broke through despite it all, âshe would have loved a little brother.âÂ
âIâm gonna make her proud on this quest,â Percy vowed. âIâm gonna clear our dadâs name for her.â
Something in Lukeâs gaze had changedâsadness, almost regret. âYouâre a good kid, Percy. I hope your quest doesnât change that.âÂ
I hope I come back alive, he wanted to say. But given the topic matter, he didnât. Percy carefully folded the letter back up and handed it to Luke.Â
âThank you for telling me about her, man,â Percy said. âI⊠I know it canât be easy.â
Luke let out a shuddering breath as he stared at the closed letterâPercy wondered how many times he must have sat in this same position, reading her words. âNo better way to honor her memory than helping her brother.â He glanced at Percy. âI see a lot of her in you.âÂ
Heâd been wondering if he had anything in common with her. Percy felt a sudden flare of anger shoot through himâit wasnât fair that she was dead. Poseidon was a god, and she was a teenager. He should have saved her.Â
Percyâs mouth was drier than a desert. A part of him wanted to curl up in a ball and sob over the sister he never got the chance to know, but the other part of him knewâfrom what little Luke had told him about herâthat she wouldnât want him to.Â
âI should get going,â Percy said, standing up from the floor. âWe have to leave for the quest soon, and Annabeth and Grover are probably wondering where I am, andâŠâÂ
Percy trailed off, and Luke nodded in understanding. He turned around and took one of the photos off the wallâone of you alone in the middle of a park, wearing a bucket hat and absolutely beaming.Â
âYou deserve to have a part of her with you,â he said. âFor good luck.âÂ
He felt himself choking up, and he pushed it down as he accepted the photo. âThanks, man. It means a lot.â
âGood luck, Percy,â Luke said. âYouâve got a lot of people rooting for you.â
Percy found himself studying the picture of you once he made it outside, trying to memorize your face. With your wide, infectious smile that emanated pure sunlight, he could have mistaken you for an Apollo kid. But when he looked at you, he got that same warmth that he felt every time he imagined his father.Â
âI wonât let you down,â he murmured. âI promise.âÂ
-
After sleeping in his train seat for half the day, Percy vowed to never complain about his bed in Cabin Three again. He was gonna be going down to the Underworld with permanent cricks in his neck.Â
Grover was still sound asleepâPercy envied him for how easily it came to him in the worst conditionsâbut thankfully, Annabeth wasnât. Her gaze was focused on the view as their train chugged along.Â
Percy cleared his throat in a flawless attempt at getting her attention, and it worked.Â
âYouâre awake,â she said.Â
âUnfortunately.â Percy sighed. âHow much longer do you think itâll be?âÂ
âAnother day, at least,â she said. âAnd weâve got a layover in St. Louis.âÂ
âSt. Louis,â he hummed. âNice.âÂ
They sat in silence for a whileâthere wasnât much to talk about when they were coming off of twoâ or was it three, now?ânear-death experiences. But eventually, Annabeth cleared her throat, taking a page from his book, and it worked again.Â
âThereâ thereâs probably something you should know,â Annabeth said, and that worked even better than clearing her throat. âYouâre not the only Big Three kid to come through Camp Half-blood lately.âÂ
âI know,â he said. âGrover and Luke explained it.âÂ
Her eyes widened slightly and she leaned forward in her seat. âLuke did?âÂ
ââŠYeah. You all already told me about Thalia.â Percy glanced away, suddenly feeling a chill in the train car. âLuke told me about my sister.âÂ
Annabeth went silent.Â
âItâs okay,â he said. âI kind of annoyed Luke until he told me. Doesnât really seem like a subject people at camp like to talk about.âÂ
âIâm just surprised he did,â she murmured. âThey were⊠they were close, Percy. Her death destroyed himâThalia and your sister. All of itâs complicated.â Â
âYeah,â he sighed, âI got some of that.âÂ
âI only knew her for a year at camp, but everyone loved her,â she said. âShe was nice. Popular. Always helped when she could, always had the biggest, most infectious smile on her face.â Annabeth looked down at her hands. âShe didnât deserve the fate she got.âÂ
Percy didnât think heâd ever grieved so much for someone he never knew. âBut her and Lukeâwere theyâŠ?âÂ
âYeah,â Annabeth said, âthey were a thing, later on.âÂ
That seemed to be all she wanted to say on the matter. Percy decided not to push.Â
âHow did you meet her?â he asked.Â
Annabethâs lips pressed into a thin line. âI met her on the day I thought I would die.â
-
For the first time in her life, Annabeth Chase couldnât think.Â
It had all happened so fast. One second she was running with Luke and Thalia and Grover, praying to her mother and any other gods that would listen to make the horde of monsters let up even a centimeter.
The next, sheâd collapsed on the ground, never so grateful to have grass and dirt and dust in her face. But she could hear Luke yelling, barely able to make it out in her delirious stateâshe didnât know when sheâd last had a sip of water, and theyâd been running for at least three milesâbut he sounded hysterical.Â
She remembered her last clear thought: they werenât going to make it.Â
But they had. They had, so why was Luke losing his mind?Â
Annabeth pulled herself up from the groundâhow long had she been bleeding out of those slashes on her arm?âand looked for the rest of her friends. Luke wasnât yelling anymore, instead arguing with someone she didnât recognize in a bright orange shirt. Groverâs furry legs trembled as he stared down the hill theyâd just gotten up, completely silent, and ThaliaâÂ
Where was Thalia?Â
Annabeth tried to get up but her legs gave out almost immediately, and steady arms caught her before she could fall to the ground again. Kind eyes served to ease some of her panicâshe was older than Annabeth, maybe around Luke or Thaliaâs age.Â
ThaliaâÂ
âHey, youâre okay,â the voice said, and Annabethâs attention was drawn back to you. âIâve got you.âÂ
âWhereâs Thalia?â she blurted out, because now she couldnât think of anything else.Â
Your brows creased and you glanced back down the hillâAnnabeth did too, and she saw Grover and Luke arguing with each other. Or rather, Luke was yelling at him as Grover anxiously hooked his hands through his hair.Â
âI donât know,â you said, âbut right now, I need to make sure youâre okay. Are you hurt?âÂ
Annabeth absentmindedly held up her arm, but she was only focused on her friends. Why wasnât Thalia with them? Why was Luke so upset?
You cursed under your breath in Ancient Greek as you cradled her arm, and you looked back down the hill. Annabeth could see at least half a dozen other kids.Â
âWeâve got two half-bloods and a satyr, one injured!â you yelled back. âGet Molly and Brayden!âÂ
âThree,â Annabeth found herself saying. âThereâs three half-bloodsââÂ
âAnnabeth!âÂ
Her head shot up at the sound of Luke calling her name as he bounded over, and her eyes widened at the blood steadily spidering across the fabric of his shirt.Â
âLuke, youâre hurtââÂ
âIâm fine,â he insisted. âItâs fine.âÂ
âWe have Apollo kids coming,â you said, looking up at him, still cradling Annabethâs arm. âWeâll get yââÂ
Your sentence stuck in your throat, and Annabeth could see tears welling in your eyes as your brows furrowed. She thought Lukeâs eyes might burst out of his skull as he stared at you, his lips parted but nothing coming out. Neither of you were able to form words.Â
When he finally did get something out, it was a single name. One Annabeth knew by heart, one that heâd mourned for years.Â
âLuke?â you whispered.Â
Before he had the chance to do anything, two teenagers got over the hill and called out your name, the same one Luke used. He always said you were dead, but you clearly werenât dead, because you were here and you had her arm in your grasp and while your hands were cold, they werenât cold enough to be deadâÂ
âMollyâs gonna take care of you,â you said, looking back at Annabeth and cutting off her inner dialogue. âSheâll get you to the infirmary and heal you up, okay?âÂ
âMy friendsââÂ
âTheyâre gonna be okay too,â you said. âI promise.âÂ
Annabeth looked up at Luke, and he nodded. âWeâll be with you soon, Annabeth. Weâ we have to talk about some things.âÂ
So she went with Molly down the hill, and Annabeth put pressure on her bleeding wound when she told her toâit had started to sting like hell now that her adrenaline was fading.Â
She looked back just in time to see you and Luke share the tightest hug ever.Â
The hug of two people who realized they werenât seeing ghosts, Annabeth thought.Â
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You bolted up in bed, eyes wide and your chest heaving as you rapidly sucked in air. Your fingers found purchase in your bedsheets, desperate for something familiarâit took a second for you to recognize your surroundings, that you werenât in an endless void, but your childhood bedroom offered little comfort. Â
You ran a hand over your forehead, damp with sweat, as you tried to calm down. Your breathing slowed, but you couldnât shake that awful feeling that hung over you in your sleep.Â
Your nightmares were getting worse, you knew that much. That raspy, demented voice used to be a rarity, and now it appeared every night. You could usually deal with your nightmares, but the sense of absolute dread that voice and the pit fostered in you was too much. You hadnât managed to sleep through the night once since you came home for the school year.
You could deal with the monstersâto you, this was the worst part of your godly blood.
A knock rattled on the door out of nowhere, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. The only thing that calmed you down was the thought that monsters didnât knock.Â
âCome in,â you croaked, your throat drier than a desert.Â
Thankfully, a monster hadnât come to make your night even more miserable. Luke stood in the doorway, his eyebrows creased in concern, messy curls hanging just above his eyes. He wore the Red Sox t-shirt youâd bought for him at the game you dragged him to, and in your addled state, you didnât even think to tease him about it.Â
âAre you okay?â He shouldâve been as disoriented as you, but his alerted eyes told a different story.Â
You could only think of one thing. âHow did you know?âÂ
Lukeâs lips parted for a moment, as if he hadnât even considered it. âI could just feel it.â
You managed a smile despite every atom in your body screaming at you. âI think that means you can come in.âÂ
He closed the door behind him, and you shifted over in your bed to make room for him. There wasnât much in a twin, but you made it work. Lukeâs weight pressed into the mattress, making you adjust your position, and it was more comforting than any amount of blankets.Â
âYouâre so cold,â he murmured, laying the back of his hand against your arm. âHow do you live like that?âÂ
âBlame my dad,â you said. âIâve got water in my blood.âÂ
âI think thatâs probably a bad thing,â Luke said, and you knocked your shoulder into his with a huff.Â
âYou know what I mean.âÂ
Luke let his hand fall back in his lap, and as you brought your knees up to your chest, you pulled the covers with them.Â
âSo,â Luke said, glancing at you, âwhatâs got you awake at the witching hour?âÂ
âThe usual,â you mumbled.Â
âNightmares that might be prophetic?â he asked.Â
You made a lazy gesture with your hand. âBingo.âÂ
âThe worst sense of dread imaginable?âÂ
âBullseye.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â he said.Â
You shrugged. âItâs nothing I canât deal with.âÂ
âYou donât always have to put on a front, yâknow,â Luke said. You felt his eyes on you. âYou donât always have to be strong.âÂ
âIâm naturally strong,â you said with mock austerity. âComes with the god for a dad.âÂ
Luke chuckled and shook his head. âYou know what I mean.âÂ
âYeah,â you murmured.Â
You leaned into his side, fitting your head into the crook of his neck. Luke wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, and you let out a contented sigh.Â
That voice in your nightmares seemed so small when you had Luke.Â
âCan you stay?â you asked softly.Â
He didnât hesitate. âOf course.âÂ
âJust like old times,â you whispered.Â
âJust like old times,â he agreed.Â
Luke ran hot, and youâd never been more thankful for it as you fully settled into his side. Icy blood ran through your veins, and you let out a shaky sigh. You could hear his steady breathing, feel his heartbeat through his chest, and the anxiety from earlier began to steadily fade. You never felt safer than when you were with Luke.Â
There was something between youâyou werenât that stupidâbut you hadnât talked about it. With you and Luke, it was just⊠you and Luke. You didnât have to put a label to it.Â
How could you put a label to your relationship, when youâd spent your first few years together fighting for each day, and then the next few thinking the other was dead?Â
Maybe someday, you would talk about it. But for now, this was more than enough.Â
âDonât worry,â Luke murmured in your ear as your eyes began to droop. âIâm not gonna let anything happen to you.âÂ
And by the gods, you believed him.Â
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Bad girl
Parings: Wandanat x Female Avenger
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Fingering, Edging, Bonadge, Orgasm denial, Oral, Nipple play, Mean Wanda, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: Wanda and Natasha need to give their neglected baby some attention
This fic came from this request!
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You could feel the two sets of emerald eyes throwing daggers at you as you talked to their younger siblings. Your plan was working a little better than you had intended and you were just hoping theyâd break soon. The plan was simple, flirt with pietro and yelena, get Wanda and Nat to give you attention like youâve been wanting all week.
Your girlfriends had promptly been ignoring you for over a week now and it was killing you. Honestly you had no idea why they were being so cold towards you. So you did what you did bestâŠscheme. And by the looks that both redheads were giving you it was definitely working.
The three of you were downing shots at the bar in between sharing your most embarrassing mission stories.
âNo i swear i almost died that missionâ You laugh at your own stupidity from your last mission as you down another shot. Pietro went on about how Clint âaccidentallyâ shot him with an arrow during training and you lost it. You slyly put your hand on the blondes shoulder making his twin fume.
âI think youâve had enough malyshâ A thick sokovian accent flooded your ears as her hands came around your waist. Her hands squeezed your hips making you squeak a little as you turned to look at her.
âBut im having funâ You try to protest earning a disappointed sigh from the redhead.
âI said youâve had enoughâ She repeated herself lowly in your ear causing you to shiver. âNatty is already in the room waiting for usâ Wanda took your hand and pulled you away from Yelena and Pietro despite your protests. Her cool rings her digging into the flesh of your arm causing you to struggle in her grasp.
âHeyyyyy!â You pout as she takes you away from your friends.
âBad girls dont get to have funâ She pushed you into the room where Natasha was waiting on the bed. You opened your mouth to say something but she pushed you onto the bed before you could.
âAnything to say for yourself?â The russian asked kneeling behind you. Your senses were all kinds of fucked as you were surrounded by the two women.
The air in the room was thick with tension as you felt Natashas hands come underneath your shirt rubbing small circles on your stomach. Both of the women raised an eyebrow waiting for your response but you couldnât find one that wouldnât make them mad.
âI-I just wanted your attentionâ The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. âYou two have been so distant and cold towards me latelyâ Both women look at each other as you speak and they truly felt bad for abandoning their princess.
âSo instead of coming to us about it you decided to flirt with our siblings?â Wanda seethed feeling her guilt melt away and her anger take over.
You simply nod your head at her question feeling all kinds of stupid at your antics. You knew your girlfriends loved you and were probably just having a difficult time lately but you still missed them.
âYou couldâve just asked detkaâ The russian husked in your ear kissing it softly. âBut since you wanted to be a slut we now have to treat you like oneâ Her hands found their way to the hem on your panties making you shiver.
âI-Iâm sorry daddyâ You groan feeling her hand pull away from your core. âIâll be a good girlâ Natasha chuckled in your ear moving from behind you to lay you flat on the bed.
âOh we know you will detkaâ She said softly giving you a sweet kiss before they ruin you. Wanda flicks her wrist and youre left naked on the bed. Both women kneel on either side of you slowly rubbing your soft skin making you burn with desire.
âHereâs how this is gonna goâ Wandas voice broke you out of your thoughts. âWe are going to play with you and you only get to cum when we say so and if you cum before we allow you to then you will be punished more than you already are okay?â She says gripping your chin.
âYes mommy i understandâ Wanda smiles at your submission and then uses her magic to tie your hands to the bed frame. The red tendrils buzzed against your skin and made you smile.
Wanda made her way down to your wet pussy and stopped right before she got to your clit. Your hips bucked against her hand when you felt her cool hands come into contact with your heated skin. She slowly licked a stripe against your pussy making you moan but ultimately she left you wanting more. She flicked her wrist again and started drawing circles against your clit.
âOh fuck mommyâ You mewl feeling the buzzing on your most sensitive area. Wanda smiled softly and you and gave Natasha a look that sealed your fate for the night. You felt the older woman move behind you and rest your body against her chest. Her slim fingers made their way down to your nipples and started tugging on them.
âYes yes yesâ You chanted relishing in the touch of your lovers. You felt the coil in your stomach about to burst at their touch. But it was soon cut off when Natasha stopped touching you and Wandas magic ceased on your clit.
âDid you really think weâd let you cum that easily? Bad girls dont get to have funâ Wanda repeated her words from earlier coming back up so your faces are inches apart.
âB-But mommyâ You whine trying to pull her closer and she responded by smacking your mouth.
âDo not talk backâ She reprimanded with a harsh tone making you sink back into Natashas hold.
âOh come on dont be so mean to her Wands. Our little baby just wanted our attentionâ Natasha cooed rubbing your cheek softly to soothe the sting.
âStop being so soft of the little slut Nataliaâ Wanda sneered giving the russian her signature death glare.
âNo, sheâs just our dumb little baby who didnât know any betterâ The russian played with your hair making Wanda roll her yes.
âSheâs still getting punished for being a slutâ The younger of the two women flicked her wrist again and the your clit started buzzing again.
âOh fuckâ You throw your head back onto Natasha in pleasure. One of Natashas hand found home around your throat applying just the right amount of pleasure.
The coil in your stomach was about to snap again feeling Wandas magic on your clit. Wanda stopped the magic once more making you whine in protest.
âPlease mommy please let me cumâ You begged the witch making her shake her head.
âNow whatâs the fun in that when you get so worked up by me not?â She asked and Natasha just shook her head at the younger woman. You felt a shifting behind you and then Natasha was the one between your legs.
Wanda shot the spy a look that read âwhat are you doing?â. Natasha simply shook her head and parted your thighs.
âWell if you arenât going to fuck her then i willâ She simply said shrugging her shoulders and started eating your pussy. Wanda groaned at her girlfriend and slightly outed that her fun was over. She always knew the spy had a soft spot for you and Wanda did too expect for when you fuck up.
âAlways so soft on herâ Her words sent a chill down your spine making you look up on her.
âThat doesnât mean you have to beâ Your words made her tilt her head and raise an eyebrow at you. âI-I like it when youre rough with me mommyâ You say trying to pull on the magical restraints but failing.
Wanda just smiled and wrapped her hand around your throat and her mouth came into contact with your nipple. âYes mommy-fuck-â You moan when you feel Wanda biting and tugging on your nipple.
âSo sweet detkaâ Natasha praised sticking two fingers in you hitting your g-spot. You threw your head back feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure youâre enduring.
âHurry up and make her cumâ Wanda hurried Natasha as she stared at the spy making her speed up her actions.
âR-Right there-oh fuck- yes daddy yes!â The moan ripped itself from your throat and the coil in your stomach snapped as Natasha hit your g-spot just right.
âGood girlâ She praised bringing you into a heated kiss. The two of you moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips. Wanda was quick to pull you two apart and settled herself in between your thighs again.
The witch wasted no time in shoving three fingers in you making you scream at the burn. She kept her eyes on you the whole time as Natasha started leaving marks on your chest and neck.
âOh fuck mommy please can i cum?â You asked feeling your second orgasm build up. Wanda smirks and then rips her fingers out of you causing you so cry out.
âP-Please mommyâ You beg pulling on your restraints. Wanda clutches your face in her hand again forcing you to look at her.
âWho do you belong to?â She asked giving you another smack on the cheek.
âYou and Daddy i-i belong to you and Daddyâ You responded to her question quickly which made her smile.
âYou better start acting like itâ She said and you nodded obediently as she made her way back down to your pussy. Natasha was still leaving marks on your neck when Wanda shoved her fingers back into you.
âCum you little slutâ Wanda urged fucking into you at a hard and rough pace. The coil in your stomach was building up at every stroke of your g-spot.
âR-Right there mommy fuck!â You screamed feeling your orgasm rip through you. Wanda continued to finger you not caring that you were pleading her to stop. Her fingers worked relentlessly against your core. It all became too much Natashas mouth of your nipple while Wanda fucked you hard had you reeling.
âToo much Mommy s-stop please!â Your attempt at pushing Wanda out with just your thighs failed you when she used her magic again to tie your thighs together.
âFight me again and you wont get to cum for weeksâ She muttered against your clit while her fingers were still in you.
At a certain point you lost how many orgasms your girlfriends had pulled out of you alternating between who fucked you. But after what felt like hours they finally stopped.
âIâm sorry for being a bad girlâ You said in the midst of a fucked out haze. Both women laid next to you and Wanda tilted your chin to look at her.
âWeâre sorry for ignoring you malysh. Weâll do better.. Just dont pull that again little oneâ She gave you a sweet kiss and then rubbed your cheek softly.
âWe love you detkaâ Natasha whispered in your ear as her arms snaked around your waist.
âI love you guys tooâ You said with a dopey smile on your face. The three of you fell into a comfortable silence just enjoying the soft kisses and touches they gave you. That night they promised you no matter what that theyâd never neglect their baby ever again.
~The end~
A/n: Sorry i kinda rushed this one i wanted to make sure i posted this one tonight since i have a few more kinktober fics coming out and i dont wanna keep not posting for days at a time!
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ME ME FIRST IM FIRST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X FEM READER WHO LIKE A HOUSEWIFE IN THE HOTEL AND TAKES CARE OF NIFTTY AND CHARLE AS IF THEY WERE HER AND ALASTOR CHILDREN
A/N: You my friend, caught my attention first because of such an adorable response. So ask and ye shall receive! Here's hoping I do Alastor justice.
(This is an adorable request btw)
Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader
Tw: None! Just pure fluff!
Word count: 745
The Hazbin Bunch
Ever since you came to the Habin Hotel, it felt like everyone was a little family. You were an older demon, having died back in the forties. So you have been in hell for quite some time.Â
When you first saw the TV commercial you wanted to see what it was all about. Especially since you heard that your old friend Alastor was involved. You havenât seen him in years. Seven to be exact. And to know that he was back sent butterflies in your stomach. You never told him, but you always harbored feelings for the eccentric radio host. You never had the guts to tell him though since you feared messing up your friendship.
Little did you know, he had feelings for you as well. Alastor was already intrigued with you when you first met. Just the way you carried yourself and treated others. It was also a plus that you hated that infernal TV just as he did. Plus, you were a great conversationalist and probably the only one who could keep up with him when you had the time to dance.
Soon enough, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, and even Sir Pentious became family to you. Almost as if they were your children.Â
âNifty my dear, if you truly want to kill those little bugs I suggest you swing your knife in a diagonal direction instead of a perpendicular. That way, they have less of a chance to escape.â You told the little red-headed cyclops girl as she chased around a few stray roaches.
Nifty paused briefly and looked up at you from your seat at the bar. âOoh! Thatâs a great idea! Less chance for them to escape hehe.â She giggled creepily and then started back on her roach hunt.Â
You shook your head and smiled fondly at the girl. Then turning back to Husk you regarded him with a warm smile. âWell, since Iâm here I mine as well indulge in a small drink. What do you have in mind for me today Husk? I do so love the different drinks you concoct. If you worked at a bar back in my days on Earth, youâd be regarded as an artist.â
Husk chuckled as he started up your drink. âWerenât you alive durinâ prohibition times though?â
You just waved your hand nonchalantly. âAh, semantics. Besides, you know what they say. Nothing fun ever comes from following the rules.â
âHow right you are Cher! Why if people followed the rules, things would be so terribly boring.â Alastor said as he popped out from seemingly nowhere.
Husk handed you your drink and you smiled as you took a sip. âOh, hello Al. How was the radio show today?â
Alastorâs eyes lit up and his smile shone brightly. Most people would find it off-putting but you personally loved it. âIt went splendidly, my dear! Thank you for asking.â
You were about to say something more, but then Charlie came down the main stairs drawing your attention. âCharlie, my dear! How are you, sweetie? Do you feel any better since the latest meeting with that infernal angel? Ad-whatâs his name? The first man, I guess?â
Charlie met your gaze and smiled. âIâm doing a little bit better (y/n), thanks. But you donât have to worry so much. That meeting was a month ago!â
You just chuckle. âThat may be so, but I can tell how stressed youâve been hun.â
Angel Dust clicks his tongue as he takes a seat beside you. âYou know toots, sometimes it seems like you're the mom of this place with how ya act.â He then glanced at Alastor who unbeknownst to you was gazing fondly at you. âAn if you're the mother of this joint, thatâd make ol smiles here the dad.â
âHaha! You know, that doesnât sound too bad Ma Cherie. Iâd consider myself lucky to be assumed to be your husband.â Alastor said as he put a hand on your shoulder.
Instead of commenting, you could only blush furiously. Feeling the heat crawl all the way up to your ears, you tried your best to compose yourself and hide your growing smile behind your glass. Almost hoping that Alastor didnât catch how much his comment made your long-dead heart soar. But he was no fool, he could see that beautiful smile of yours even as you tried to hide it behind the crystalline glass.Â
Perhaps you truly were like a little family after all.Â
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YOU MAKE ME
PAIRING â© heeseung x reader
SUMMARY â© struck with insomnia your entire life, youâve taken to exploring the city restless all night. things change when you meet a tall boy with tired eyes and bruised knuckles
WARNINGS â© heeseung is lowkey crazy and obsessed with reader, parental death and abuse and implied violence, sexual scenes and commentary, mental health talk (especially insomnia)
WC â© 17k
AUTHORS NOTE â© (i lied lol part 2 soon) NOOO PART 2 plz donât request im so serious i rlly love this story and itâs completed it has nothing else to add! im glad you guys enjoy my work enough to want more but when there is no feedback in ur comment and just âneed part 2â when i spent so much time writing 13k+ words it makes me feel terrible lol. i rlly hope you love this as much as me (NOT PROOFREAD)
Your mother used to tell you that she thought you were born from a piece of the moon.
When you were old enough to understand her and her strange sayings, sheâd tell you stories about how when you were a baby youâd never sleep through a night. She looked mystified as she explained to you the ways in which youâd gain energy every time the sun set, becoming whiny and ornery whenever sheâd take you with her to run errands during the day.
She told you how you struggled in school for most of your early years, always being found curled up in your backpack cubby or under the slides at the playground because you hadnât gotten enough sleep the night before.
You always were much more cynical than your mother, less of a dreamer and typically prone to aggravation or grumpy tired mumbles. Sheâd tell you your connection with the moon was a blessing, a lifelong friend for you and youâd retort back that it was a nuisance.
When your mom died you finally realized what she had meant for the first time. You spent nights awake, like usual, but now they were accompanied by nothing but the sounds of your low sobs and your father drinking himself stupid just below your bedroom. It wasnât until you cracked open your bedroom window for some fresh winter air did you catch sight of the moon and finally feel it, finally feel the connection youâd always been told you had.
Years had passed now and while you didnât cry every night anymore, you still rarely found yourself able to sleep through the night.
Youâd also turned your back on the moon again now that you were older and still just as restless, sleeping throughout your classes and lacking any social life considering the way you wandered through the halls like a ghost with sunken eyes and dark circles.
It was frustrating to you that nothing seemed to be working, no amount of teas or yoga exercises. Youâd gone as far as to take prescribed sleep medication, only working enough to make you more exhausted than you already were yet not putting you to rest like you were longing for.
Years of trying and youâve mostly given up, accepted your condition and never once considered it the blessing your mother had tried to convince you it was.
Blessings wouldnât leave your bones aching, they wouldnât leave you slow blinking trying to understand what your teachers were saying or stumbling holding your lunch tray. Blessings surely wouldnât have you stood in the middle of a dirty 7/11, clutching three bags of chips and a large slushee while you impatiently waited for the two people in front of you to move along.
Youâd realized a few things by being a night owl, only ever interacting with people having the same issue as you or people who worked early enough that youâd pass by them on your way back to your house.
Youâd taken to spending your nights awake out in the city, sick of staring at your ceiling or scrolling down the same boring timelines that carried nothing but the same content posted thousands of times with different wordings. So you started to explore at some point during high school, each night pushing yourself to wander further and find something interesting before heading back.
Sometimes you ended up at the river, sitting and watching drunk older men laugh with their friends like they were teenagers, catching the ends of failed dates as they walked home with their heels in their hands.
Other times you sat and drank coffee in the few 24 hour shops scattered around the city, sipping it slowly until it was cold and the added sugar was hardening at the bottom of your paper cup.
Most times however you simply found yourself stood in this exact position, holding your snacks of choice and tapping your foot impatiently while you waited for the drunk college students in front of you to stop joking around with the exhausted cashier and pay for their beers. It wasnât that late yet, not quite the time of night that got you weird stares for wandering around in your pajamas.
You could hear the cashiers tired voice repeating their total to them, asking if they wanted to pay with cash or card and you sighed softly. You tilted to the side with an exaggerated sway so you could see over their laughing bodies, vaguely meeting eyes with the boy behind the counter before flopping back to your original position.
A heavy sigh was slipping out of your mouth before you even realized it and one of the drunk men turned back to look at you, an eyebrow cocked in offense as he let out a nasty laugh after taking you in.
You were pretty used to that reaction, standing in your plaid pajamas with your favorite bunny slippers and knitted hat. Your eyes were low and heavy with sleep deprivation, an annoyed glint to your expression that seemed to aggravate him further once the glare was set towards him.
âAre we bugging you Ms?â He was asking it in a mockingly sweet tone, clearly antagonizing you due to your impatience. You sighed again and your eyes drifted to the side for a moment in indifference, too exhausted to hold a conversation let alone argue with a grown man who didnât know how to behave in a public setting.
âYeah.. a little bit.â You were casually mumbling after a few beats of him and his friend staring at you, realizing now they werenât going to just let you go without a response.
He was scoffing like it was the craziest thing heâd ever heard and you felt a little jolt of your inner alert system when he was taking a step towards you, his much larger frame slightly intimidating on top of the fact he was drunk and not thinking clearly.
He stopped early in his advances however and you were confused for a second before you registered the sound of the cashier clearing his throat, the two men turning back to look at him with an incredulous look. When youâd first gotten a glimpse of him heâd been bent over the counter, his elbows resting against it with a bored expression but now that he was standing up to his full height you faltered a bit at how tall he was.
The two men seemed to be thinking the same thing as you, suddenly hesitant in their childish behavior and awkwardly handing him a wadded up bill before taking their case of beer and staggering out of the convenience store.
âThanks.â You were muttering and dumping your snacks out onto the counter, awkwardly catching one of the candy bars that bounced off a bag of chips and almost fell back onto the ground.
âNo problem.â He was responding back with a small shrug and you glanced at him curiously, scanning his tired eyes down to the work uniform that didnât fit him properly.
âYouâre not Jake.â You were announcing and he faltered in his scanning, eyes widening a touch as he looked down at you. He was wearing a name tag but you came by often enough to know that it wasnât his own, never having seen him before and growing used to the friendly smile the usual third shifter would give you every time you dragged yourself in.
âUh.. no. Iâm not, yeah youâre right.â He was awkwardly muttering back and you almost felt bad for calling him out so directly so you laughed a bit to ease the tension, just as awkward considering you werenât used to extended social interaction this late at night. âHe had a concert he couldnât miss.. asked me to take over.â
You were nodding softly, mouth parting in understanding and awkwardly shuffling while the conversation quickly died into a weird silence. The sounds of your slippers against the tiled floor was scratchy and too loud for your taste, making you wince slightly at how embarrassing this whole interaction was.
âAre you getting paid?â You donât know why you asked him another question, why you were carrying on a conversation when itâd been years since youâd had one randomly like this but you liked the way his big eyes flickered back up to you.
âYeah of course.â He was breaking out into a wide grin at the mention of it, finishing scanning your snacks and looking at the register for a second like heâd forgotten what to do next. âIâm normally up all night anyways so I donât mind much.â
This piqued your interest but you kept your face neutral, nodding softly and picking at the peeling leather of your wallet while you waited for him to give you your total. He was looking up at you again before he spoke and his eyes landed on your hat for a second, still smiling softly as he looked at the knitted bunny ears.
You cleared your throat and he stopped staring, stammering out how much it had cost you and you slid a few bills over to him while watching the way he fumbled around trying to get the register to open.
âWell⊠have a good night then.â You were mumbling to him while grabbing the plastic bags he was handing you over the clear divider, your fingers brushing against his warm knuckles for a second. âNot Jake.â
âGoodnight.â He was casually saying back and you wanted to correct him on his wording and tell him you didnât sleep much either, tell him you understood filling your nights with mindless task and the dark circles under his big eyes. Instead you just bit the inside of your cheek and turned to leave. âHave fun wandering.â
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Youâd left early the next night, starting your walk around midnight instead of the usual 3am and you hurried down to the bus stop that would take you deep into the city. You pulled your headphones on tight and chewed on your lip as you waited for the stop you were planning to get off at.
When you got there, you were tugging on the stop signal line and standing up before the driver pulled the brakes. You swayed slightly when he came to a complete stop and you thanked him as you hopped off the high step, speed walking towards your destination and adjusting your bunny hat on your head before you passed through the doors.
The loud chime of the stores entrance bell rang uncomfortably loud through your ears and you winced at the volume, ducking behind one of the tall shelves and grabbing a few snacks at random before making your way over to the register.
Jake was there again now, giving you that familiar greeting smile and you couldnât help but feel a small wave of disappointment. You werenât sure why you thought the boy from last night would be back again considering heâd clearly told you he was just filling in for his friend but you frowned slightly and mumbled a greeting to the boy in front of you instead.
âYouâre here early.â Jake was starting and you almost sighed. He was friendly and you admired how much energy he had but he often tried to engage in conversation with you whenever you came by, despite the annoyed glances you occasionally threw his way. âYou almost missed me.â
You picked your head up at this, suddenly more alert and raising an eyebrow towards him in interest. As far as you knew, Jake was the only third shift worker and he mustâve barely started considering how early in the night it still was so he mustâve meant he was leaving before his usual time.
âWhoâs going to watch the store then?â You were asking him and you tried to ignore how knowing the smile he was giving you was, laughing slightly at the fact you were suddenly interested in what he had to say for the first time ever.
âMy best friend, Heeseung.â He was responding slowly and you faltered slightly, not knowing the boy from yesterdayâs name so you didnât want to get too excited over nothing. âHe helped me out last night and said it was more interesting than he expected so he offered again.â
âHe offered?â You were speaking before he even finished his last syllable and you flushed with embarrassment at the look he gave you, shuffling awkwardly on your feet and waiting for him to respond now that you confirmed it was the same person.
He didnât say anything but he gave a soft hum of agreement and continued to swiftly bag your snacks, much more natural and efficient than his friend but you liked the way Heeseung stared at the register like it was an alien object. You were interested in him just from the small conversation you had, although feeling uncomfortable at the emotion considering it wasnât something you usually felt.
You chalked it down to the fact he reminded you of yourself, not so much in his lazy smiles and casual demeanor but something about the way his tired eyes looked around.
Jake was opening his mouth again to speak and you looked up at him curiously but you both froze at the sound of the entrance bell ringing again, looking over to see the boy in question entering.
He froze when he saw the two of you staring at him, eyes falling to your hat and then down to your face which caused his to flicker with recognition. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck, looking even taller now that he wasnât standing behind the counter.
Heeseung was wearing a large hoodie pulled over his head and you could see the wires of his headphones going down into his shirt, tangled around his wrist that was clutching onto the strap of the backpack he was wearing. It was light looking and you werenât sure if he had anything inside it or if he was just carrying it to give himself something to hold onto.
âHey.â Jake was smiling at him and simultaneously handing you your plastic bag full of random snacks, hitting you with the reminder you had no real reason to stay in the store now despite the fact Heeseung had just arrived.
âUm.. thanks.â You were awkwardly muttering and taking it from him, shifting a few steps towards the door but stopping when you realized the tall boy was still standing in front of it and you had no way around him.
He was watching you still with a curious expression and you felt embarrassed suddenly, knowing Jake must have pieced together your reason for coming here so early and now he was watching you clam up and leave before youâd even gotten the chance to speak a word to the boy.
You were just standing there in silence, waiting for him to move and silently praying he would do you didnât have to awkwardly shuffle around his large frame, when he suddenly was adjusting the backpack on his shoulders and clearing his throat while looking past you towards his friend.
âChange of plans. Iâm busy tonight.â He was saying in a low determined voice and you could hear Jake sigh from behind you, your eyes widening slightly in confusion until the other boy was looking back at you with a small smile on his face. âWant to hang out with me?â
It took a few seconds for you to register he was actually asking you, staring up at him with an open mouth and stuttering for a moment before giving up on a verbal answer and nodding your head swiftly. He smiled even more at that and then he was waving goodbye to his friend, turning back around and holding the door open for you so you could quickly scurry out of it.
You werenât too sure what to do, still feeling too nervous to speak clearly so you paused and waited to see if he would say something first. He didnât but he lifted an eyebrow and gave you an expectant look, silently telling you that you were in charge of your destination for the night.
The pressure of a decision made you sigh softly and you gave him a weird look that made him chuckle, thinking for a moment before turning on your heel and walking away. He jogged slightly to catch up with you and you walked in comfortable silence for a few moments.
âCan I ask where we are going?â He was eventually mumbling, leaning down and towards you slightly so you could hear him at his low volume. Your lip curled up at the fact he was whispering for no reason.
âYou donât trust me?â You were asking him back and your teasing attitude seemed to catch him off guard for a second, raising his hands in mock defense and cocking an eyebrow in challenge.
âI do trust you actually, weirdly.â He paused and you could feel him looking sideways at you. You ignored his gaze and kept facing forward, following the sidewalk that was cutting through the park near the river. âConsidering you donât even know my name.â
You almost replied telling him that you did know his, that youâd been repeating it in your mind since Jake had informed you of it in the store but you figured that would be too forward and instead you just hummed softly. He didnât ask you for your name, or even offer his and for some reason you had a feeling he already knew it.
Possibly asking Jake about you, an easy answer considering your unusual attire and late night arrival, and that being the reason behind the cashiers knowing smirk when you pushed through the glass door.
âIs this what you normally do?â He was talking again after a few more minutes of silent walking and this time, it was your turn to look at him from the side of your eye. âWalk around?â
âI donât know.â You shrugged and you felt one of the bunny ears from your hat fall off your shoulder at the movement. You werenât sure why you didnât give him a straight forward answer, knowing perfectly well your usual routine.
It felt strange to be accompanied by somebody even though he wasnât talking much, you could tell he was thinking and wanting to ask you things and as much as you were intrigued by him it was slightly unsettling you to be around somebody for this long.
You spent most your days isolated, not having anybody to talk to at home considering any attempt of conversation with your father usually ended poorly anyways, eventually giving up altogether unless he was grunting something to you every morning when you wandered back into the house.
At school it was relatively the same, or most times worse. You donât think the other students necessarily meant to complete ice you out but nobody seemed to know how to talk to you after your mom died, at first being overly compassionate and eager to empathize with you vocally and then eventually fading off into small pitiful smiles when they met your tired eyes in the hallway or eyeing you when you came into class late with messy hair.
Heeseung didnât seem to be giving you any of these looks, he looked confused by your behavior at times but it was accompanied by small smirks or friendly chuckles.
You once again wondered why he was awake right now, why he seemed like he was used to this setting as much as you and not like he was forcing himself to stay up for the sake of making a new friend. You were curious what he was thinking about and what lead him to ask you to hang out in the first place.
âHave you been to the coffee shop on 44th?â He was suddenly asking and breaking you from your train of thought, his voice still in a low whisper.
âWhy are you being quiet?â You ignored his question and raised an eyebrow in his direction, tugging on your sleeve and watching the way he faltered slightly.
âGuess Iâm not used to talking to somebody this late.â He was shrugging now and he almost looked embarrassed at your question, making you feel slightly guilty for making him uncomfortable.
It wasnât that late yet, people were still wandering around from bars and late night dinners and you could hear the squeal of the bus brakes still running. The city was rarely ever dark, even in the parks near the bridge but the mood changed sometime around 4am and you felt like the trees were sleeping. Everything was still awake now however and Heeseung whispering was driving you a bit crazy.
âWhat about Jake?â You were asking him more now, trying to make conversation so he knew you didnât mean any harm from your comment.
âJakeâs a freak of nature.â He was relaxing again at the mention of his friend, a smile naturally slipping back onto his face at the familiar topic. âYou know he works this shift and still goes to school? He even plays football at Hope.â
The mention of your schools college made you freeze for a second, faltering in your step and causing him to look back at you with concern, turning his body so he could face you now that you were lagging behind him. He raised an eyebrow at you and you gave him a confused look.
âYou guys go to Hope?â You were saying it slowly so he heard you clearly and his head cocked like a confused dog.
âI donât, Jake is older than us.â His use of the word threw you off completely and he mustâve noticed because he let out an awkward laugh at your reaction, scratching his neck in embarrassment. âWeâre in the same grade.â
âWe like⊠as in me and you?â You rushed out and he nodded his head, hands coming up in panic when you let out a low groan of guilt.
âItâs okay, donât worry! I didnât recognize you at first either, itâs a big class.â He was rambling to try and make you feel better about the fact you didnât even realize he was your classmate, his comfortable behavior suddenly making more sense. Youâd definitely never spoken to him but the fact heâd seen you around such a familiar place would make more sense towards why he was so willingly to walk around with you in the middle of the night.
âIâve been there since Kindergarten.â You blurted out with wide eyes, exclaiming loudly in pure shock that youâd been so oblivious.
âMe too..â He was awkwardly offering with a wince like he knew it would just make the situation worse thatâd youâd been classmates for over a decade.
You raised your sweater covered hands up to your face and groaned loudly, pulling your bunny ears in front of your eyes so you didnât have to look at his sheepish expression anymore. You could hear him laughing softly at how dramatic you were being and you moved one ear to the side to send him a half glare.
âItâs really okay.â He was laughing out and you could see his soft smile from your one uncovered eye, watching him with a flushed face and growing embarrassment the more amused he became. âItâs not like youâre there much anyways.â
He was saying it casually, like he hadnât even thought about it before it came out of his mouth but you both froze up at the same time at his accidental admission. You slowly moved your ears to the side and raised an eyebrow at him, leaning your upper half forward slightly and trying not to smile at the fact he was now the one flushing in embarrassment.
âSo you notice me?â You were dragging out the words and your lip curled up in amusement, racking through your mind for times youâd seen the tall boy and coming up blank. In your defense, your entire school catalogue section of your brain was completely empty and that included cute boys with giant backpacks.
âI mean⊠well itâs just like⊠itâs not like I was stalking you or anything.â He was rambling on and moving his hands around a lot like he was really trying to prove his point, going back to awkwardly scratching at his neck when you gave him a disbelieving look.
âHeeseung.â You cut him off and he paused for a second in surprise, making you realize youâd just said his name without ever asking him for it.
He seemed to relax at that, knowing you also knew more about him than you were previously letting on and his shoulders lowered now that he was less tensed. He looked like he wanted to speak again but you felt embarrassed suddenly and took a few steps forward slowly, waiting for him to get the memo that you wanted to continue on your walk.
The two of you fell back into another spout of silence, awkward at first and then more comfortable as you got deeper into the city. It was more relaxed accompanied by the sounds of people laughing and cars honking their horns, kitchen staff wishing each other goodnight as they left different restaurants and swapped signs over to closed.
You were glancing over at Heeseung after a while and you studied him for a moment while he wasnât paying attention, his big eyes looking around the city with the same expression you assumed you often had. No matter how many times you came down here, you always felt the exact same.
You always had this longing to capture the moment in some sort of way, giving up on photographs and videos quickly into your new habit considering they simply never were able to fully express how it felt. You tried writing about it, talking about the city always felt awake and how it unsettled you in a way that felt like a friendly challenge and not like your world flipping upside down.
âWhere do you go?â You were asking him before you even realized it, watching his side profile as his big eyes opened wide for a second at the sudden sound of your voice and then darted right to look at you.
He seemed to think for a second and then he answered slowly. âI donât know actually. Just here I guess, I just like to be here I think.â
The two of you watched each other for a few beats, holding the others gaze and you liked the way the neon signs behind you were reflecting off his round dark eyes. It was like a little piece of the city was frozen inside them and you almost said that to him before swallowing it, realizing how creepy it would sound out loud.
You didnât say much else for the rest of the night, wandering around a bit more before eventually settling at one of the small parks near the center of the main area of downtown. You sat in silence like that, you pulling out your notebook that had few words and many sketches and Heeseung playing with the strings of his headphones as he listened to music.
You could faintly hear it coming from them, loud enough to reach you a few feet away and you considered telling him he was able to play it out loud if he wanted to but for some reason you felt like it was private, leaving him to listen by himself.
When the night was slowly changing into that familiar blue color, the stage right in the center of night and day when everything is coated in the indigo filter, you were standing up off the ground and dusting off your pants. Heeseung was looking up at you due to your sudden movement and you stood over him, offering him a hand so you could pull him up.
It was mainly his own strength put into moving his weight forward considering he was a lot taller than you and you were quite weak due to your lack of sleep, but he seemed to appreciate the friendly gesture and gave you a small smile after he was back on his feet.
âWhat bus do you take?â He was asking you on your way back to the 7/11 and you felt him looking at the side of your face.
â15.â You answered slowly, your voice softer now as the exhaustion started to seep in. You were suddenly grateful it was a weekend, the social interaction leaving you more tired than normal and hopefully giving you the opportunity to sleep an hour or two. âYou?â
âSame, but Jake is bringing me home with him today.â He was mumbling and nodded your head, picking at the skin around your nails and feeling more guilt at the fact youâd never seen him on the bus before either. âDid you want a ride home?â
His question was surprising you and your eyes widened, looking at him and seeing the concern pass over his face at your sudden change of demeanor. You were shaking your head quickly, ears swooshing around your head and you raised a hand to shake it, really emphasizing your denial.
You couldnât imagine your fathers reaction to you being brought home by a car, especially one that contained two teenage boys in the front seat. It already took him long enough to stop punishing you for leaving at night, eventually giving up on denying you your freedom once you started to pace around the house all night instead.
âAlright, no problem.â He said quickly and you were glad he didnât push the topic although you could tell he wanted to, a curious look on his features. Heeseung seemed to have a habit of clearly showcasing his emotions and you were grateful considering it made him easier to understand but frustrated when it was a look of pity or sympathy on his face.
You didnât say anything when he continued to walk with you past the convenience store, walking side by side on the sidewalks even as they thinned out as you slightly left the city area.
He still didnât speak again even when you both stood together and waited for the bus to arrive, him leaning against the plastic material covering the stops bench and you standing outside of it so the driver didnât just blow right past you, not expecting somebody out this late.
It was you that finally turned towards him once you caught sight of the bus approaching, tugging on one of your ears awkwardly and shuffling your feet while you waited for it to get closer. You could hear it squealing to a stop, the doors creaking open while he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
âIâmâŠâ His stare was throwing you off and you started to falter in your words while nervously looking behind you towards the driver who was waiting. âIâll be here tomorrow around the same time so⊠if you wanted to.. or if like..â
You trailed off with a sigh but he seemed to get the general idea, a small smile on his face as he dipped his head down slightly in a conforming nod, relief washing over you at the fact he hadnât found your indirect invitation weird or out of place. You raised your hand in a wave goodbye and he returned, watching you as you pulled your headphones over your hat and ears and boarded the bus swiftly, softly thanking the driver for waiting and finding a seat towards the back.
You could see him outside the window as you pulled off, still leaning against the booth and watching the bus as it left until it rounded the corner. You flushed at the fact he had walked you to your stop despite needing to return back to the city area to get a ride from Jake, not even hesitating when you passed by the store earlier.
It was exciting to be interested in somebody or even something at all, rarely feeling too extreme of emotions considering how dull and hazy everything became with your repeated exhausted routine. Not even your father, sprawled on the couch and surrounded by empty beer cans, could damper your mood as you entered your small house.
It took you a long time, hours staring at your ceiling with a half wandering mind but you eventually managed to get a little bit of sleep, thoughts of Heeseung and his wired headphones accompanying you.
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The routine continued like this for awhile and you slowly got accustomed to it, now expecting to see him every time you boarded the bus and he was already there waiting for you with his large backpack saving you the seat beside him.
Sometimes you didnât talk, walking in silence for hours or finding a nice place to sit and do your own individual activities side by side. Other nights you struck up small conversation, talking about the city and your favorite places to go and every once in a while delving into deeper categories that slowly chipped away at the uncomfortable feeling that always came along with attempting to trust somebody.
Heeseung was nice to you and you liked that about him as selfish as it sounded. He never expected you to answer his questions and he rarely pried, around the second day he had even started to pull out snacks from his backpack and hand them over to you after he opened them.
It was a bit into meeting now and he was walking you back to the bus stop, large hands tightly holding onto the straps of his backpack like they always were. He had lots of little habits like that and you carefully filed them all away in your memory. Sometimes he boarded the bus with you but others he just walked with you down there before leaning against the booth and waiting for you to round the corner.
Sometimes you wanted to ask him where he lived, he had to be further away from the city than you considering he was always on the bus before you at the start of the night but that would put him at even more of a distance from your school than you were already at.
Speaking of school, youâd yet to see him around the building and you surprised yourself by actually keeping an eye out throughout the day. You were scanning your tired eyes around the cafeteria and turning your dizzy head in classrooms to see if he was present but youâd not caught sight of him yet and you felt weird about asking where he was.
Maybe he didnât want to be friends outside of the few hours of the night you spent together, time almost nonexistent here. You felt like the world was frozen most nights you spent with him around the city and you figured he must prefer that aspect versus actually interacting with you in the daytime where other people could see.
You were too distracted in your thoughts that you didnât even realize your brain was auto-piloting and boarding onto the bus before you even checked if he was coming along, going to turn around to see and completely missing the first large step off the ground. You fell forward and you imagined your side wouldâve painfully landed directed on the jagged edges of the steps but you didnât get a chance to find out, suspending in mid air considering Heeseung had jolted forward to grab onto you.
You could feel his hand wrapped around your side, the other placed in the middle of your shoulder blades so he could support your weight without falling forward himself. Your eyes were wide from almost hurting yourself and you flushed bright red at the concerned look on his face, helping you back to a standing position but keeping his hand on your waist even after you were fully stable.
The bus driver was clearing his throat and Heeseung glanced behind him awkwardly like he was originally not meant to get on the bus, but he turned back towards you and took a step onto the same one you were standing on.
It didnât pass by you that this was the closest youâd ever been to him, normally keeping a few feet between you when you found a place to sit for the night and rarely ever being close enough to bump shoulders while walking side by side. Now, since he was stood on the same small step as you, you were practically pushed up against him while his hand was still gently against your side despite not having a reason to hold onto you anymore.
He was leaning forward, his chest pressing against you more and you awkwardly looked down at his feet instead of focusing on how tall he was at this distance, and you vaguely registered the fact he was paying for both of your bus tickets.
He seemed to catch on to the fact you were out of it a bit and losing focus, his hand pushing into your side slightly to let you know it was time to fully enter the bus and find your seats. You expected him to let you go once you entered the thin aisle but he didnât and even when he was stood behind you walking towards the back, he kept his hand around your waist like he was guiding you.
It was removed once you took your seats and you found yourself still able to feel it for some reason, the feeling burned into your mind as he awkwardly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck again.
You glanced over at him and his nervous demeanor, his hands fidgeting with his ripped pants now like he was also still reeling from the feeling of touching you so randomly. His hair was messy like normal but it was getting longer now, falling forward into his eyes so you couldnïżœïżœïżœt quite see what his expression was. You watched him as he put his headphones in but you leaned forward slightly to confirm that he wasnât actually playing any music.
âDid you have somewhere to be?â You were asking him softly and then repeating it louder when you realized his headphones might block out some of your volume.
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and took the one closest to you out of his ear, wrapping it around the outside instead and thinking for a second before he gave you an answer.
âNot necessarily.â He was mumbling back but sighing softly when you gave him a disbelieving look. âOkay well kind of but I want to get you home first.â
âI barely tripped.â You were rolling your eyes at him being overly concerned but the flush in your face gave you away and he laughed softly.
âMaybe I just wanted to hang out with you a little bit longer.â He was shrugging and turning his head to look at you better, smiling more at the way you squeezed your shoulders together and awkwardly glared forward at the floor.
âWe could always hang out in school.â You were offering after a few beats of silence and you immediately regretted it, not sure how it even managed to escape your lips considering youâd already told yourself you werenât going to question him.
His initial reaction didnât give anything away to you, face remaining blank like he hadnât put much thought into it but you noticed his hands starting to pick at the tape wrapped around his headphone wire and you felt guilty for bringing it up. You were about to back track and tell him to forget about it or change the subject but he was humming softly.
âI think thatâd be nice.â He was saying it casually but there was a nervous edge to his voice and your mouth was downturned slightly. âWhere do you eat lunch at?â
âNear the side doors.â You were answering smoothly although you left out the fact you more so used the free half an hour for a quick nap instead of actually eating. âYou?â
âThe library.â He was saying it hesitantly like he wasnât sure if he should lie or not, knowing full well there was a no eating policy in that section of the school and youâd realize he wasnât actually eating at lunch either. You both paused for a second in heavy silence before you were snorting a laugh.
âSo youâre a loser basically?â Your comment was teasing and he visibly relaxed at your reaction, chuckling softly and nudging you with his thin shoulder.
âSorry to disappoint Ms. Popular.â He was retorting back and you were glad to see the small smile return to his face and stay there now that youâve both established this change in routine.
You wondered if heâd been thinking about it too, keeping an eye out for you or if he was actively avoiding you throughout the hallways like youâd previously thought. Maybe he figured the same as you, that you wouldnât want to be suddenly seen with him or you wouldnât acknowledge him and it would ruin the friendship you were slowly building.
When you got off the bus it was nice to see him still there, trying not to wince at how close the stop was to your house and how if it didnât pull off immediately heâd see you walk up to the overgrown grass with windows titled off their hinges.
You tried not to think about it and after you gave him a small wave through the window you turned on your heel and kept your face forward, steely in your resolve to not spare him another nervous glance. This time you father didnât seem to be home and you were grateful for that considering you had a feeling you were absolutely radiating with how much you were thinking about the boy.
It was hard to go to sleep, even more so than normal, with the ghost of his hand pressed again you and the knowledge that tomorrow you now knew where to find him. It was up to the two of you to decide if you used this information or ignored it and you werenât sure which route he was hoping youâd take.
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âI thought youâd forgotten about me for a second there.â Heeseungâs low voice was hitting your ears the second you crossed into the library and you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing him.
You were worried for the first half of the day that it would be awkward, that you wouldnât know what to say to each other and it would ruin everything youâd be enjoying so much, but you knew from the second he spoke that youâd made the right choice in coming to find him.
âI was about to give up.â You scowled at him and placed your bag down on the back of the chair, climbing up and sitting across from him at the high top round table in the back of the library. âYouâre hard to track down.. plus the librarian kept glaring at me every time I passed her desk like I was trying to steal her books.â
âSheâs probably just used to only seeing me.â He was explaining with a small smirk at your complaining and you frowned at him softly while taking a second to take him in.
You werenât sure why you expected him to look different during the day time, feeling a bit stupid now that you looked at him and he looked exactly the same. Almost exactly, outside of how much more exhausted he looked now that he was running on even less sleep, his hair was messier than it was around 2am and he was nervously looking around.
Heeseung was always handsome to you, despite the fact you tried to pretend you didnât think so the first few times you hung out, but you noticed things about him under the school lights that you had missed outside in the near dark.
For one, he had his eyebrow pierced. Youâre not exactly sure how you managed to not notice that considering you were currently frozen to your seat as you saw it gleaming against the light when he turned his head to look at you in confusion.
He looked embarrassed at the fact you were staring at him so intensely and he brought a hand up to mess with his bangs, the face jewelry disappearing back behind his hair and showcasing why you failed to see it before. His hand had bandaids on a few of his fingers and you almost asked him about them until he tucked them back into his hoodie sleeves.
âYou donât eat?â He was clearing his throat and asking you in a low tone, leaning forward slightly to ensure that you could hear him.
You were shaking your head softly and then shrugging, almost becoming awkward enough to regret coming. âFoods no good here anyway.â
He watched you for a few seconds and you were curious what he was thinking, if he was making similar observations as you. You were suddenly reminded you couldnât wear your bunny hat to school and it might be the first time heâs seen you without it, seen how dark your under eyes are and how dry and chapped your lips become this time of year.
You didnât like that you thought about this, didnât like that you cared about what he was thinking about your appearance.
âWe could go get some food after school.â He was suggesting it with a shrug but his eyes were watching you intensely with a hint of hesitance, almost like he was expecting you to say no.
You felt like your breath caught for a few seconds, holding tightly in your chest and you hoped your eyes didnât widen too much at his suggestion. He was still watching you but his eyes softened slightly at your surprised expression, amused that you seemed just as nervous as he was about this change of pacing.
âAre you paying?â You were eventually wheezing out after a few seconds, letting the words tumble out at the same time your big gulp of air did.
His smile was familiar, the same one he gave you when he caught you staring at him in the park for a sketch reference, the same one he would offer everytime youâd skip onto the bus and grin once you caught sight of him saving your seat. You thought it looked even better in the sunlight.
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You tried not to think about how weird it was that you and Heeseung left school together, side by side and bumping into each other while navigating the hoard of students all trying to squeeze out of the doors to escape the building.
You wondered if anybody else thought it was weird, if anyone paid enough attention to you in recent years to wonder who the tall boy next to you was. The boy who was currently snaking a hand down to your side like he had at the bus, gently guiding you through a gap in the crowd so you could get outside faster than it would be to stand and wait.
Your face was flushing bright red but he luckily seemed to focused on getting out of the mass of people to realize, eyebrows furrowed in a stressed out expression.
He didnât remove his hand even after youâd gotten out of the tight pile of bodies, keeping it there comfortably but you knew by the heavy silence that you both were aware it wasnât anything normal for him to do. You almost couldnât tell, almost convinced yourself this was his typical behavior and youâd somehow just not realized it, but when you caught his eye and he quickly looked away with a small pink to his cheeks you knew it wasnât.
Little things were different during daytime hours but not enough to make your head completely spin, giving you that familiar overwhelmed feeling that left you taking deep breaths in the bathroom stall.
The bus was actually full of people for once, only one seat left in the middle of the aisle and Heeseung hurriedly sat you down on it before it was taken. He was standing above you holding onto the pole near the top of the ceiling and you wouldâve felt bad he had to do that so you could sit if it wasnât for the small glances and grins he was sending down your way every time he caught you staring.
When you reached further into the city, somewhere you didnât fully recognize but he mustâve considering the was leaning forward towards you and tugging on the stop rope, you both thanked the driver and left the bus.
You tried not to be disappointed when he didnât hold onto you again, silently cursing yourself for feeling that way anyways and pushing it down. You took your backpack off your shoulders as you walked and held it in front of you, fishing for something inside with an annoyed sigh after a few seconds passed without feeling it.
Eventually the familiar fabric was grazing your fingers and you smiled softly as you pulled out your hat and situated it over your head again, pulling a few pieces of hair out in the front and glancing over at Heeseung who had been watching you.
âWoah Y/N, whenâd you get here?â He was mock gasping, a hand coming up to cover his mouth and stumble back on the sidewalk like you had surprised him.
You grumbled at his antics and elbowed him in the side, trying to pretend your heart didnât pick up in pace when he laughed loudly at your reaction and grabbed onto your jacket so he didnât go tumbling into the street from your small shove. He didnât let go for a few seconds even after he was steadied, rubbing the materiel between his fingers before dropping it.
You wondered if he was always this touchy with people or if he had just grown comfortable with you fast considering the strange and slightly intimidate circumstances youâd been hanging out under.
He was walking side by side with you but you were following his lead, still not exactly sure where he was bringing you to. You fell back into a comfortable silence like you always did as you traversed the city and you felt a little bit dizzy due to exhaustion and the bright glare of the sun.
It only worsened when you were rounding a corner, passing by a large building that was originally blocking your view of the next street over, and you caught sight of a familiar back that caused you to freeze in your tracks.
Heeseung took a few steps forward before realizing you werenât continuing and he turned back to look at you with a concerned expression, approaching you again and standing in front of you. His large frame was blocking your view now but you slowly leaned over to look past him and immediately shot back to hide behind his chest and wince.
âWhatâs wrong?â He was rushing out and his eyebrows were furrowed with worry, a hand coming up but stopping just short of your arm like he wasnât sure he was supposed to touch you.
âI-I have to go.â You were rushing out and you felt embarrassed underneath your panic, hands shaking slightly and you swallowed harshly.
He was frowning and turning his body to look behind him and try to see whatever had spooked you, immediately whipping back around due to the fact him moving had allowed you to see the man again, this time facing your direction with a suspicious look on his face. You imagined it was due to the fact Heeseung was just standing in the middle of the sidewalk but your heart started to race so hard it was painful at the chance he had seen you.
âWho is that?â Heeseung was, thankfully, getting the idea slowly and lowering his face as he spoke to you. You didnât answer immediately and he was bending down so he was closer to your face, his hand finally connecting to your arm and cupping the back of your elbow. âY/N, who is that?â
âItâs my dad.â You whispered back in a harsh tone and youâre not sure why you said it, never talking about family or each others parents before and never planning to.
Heeseung paused for a second and then his eyes were darkening like he had figured something else out, you felt humiliated knowing he must be piecing together every strange reaction youâve ever had to the suggestion of being brought home by Jake or for him to walk you to your door.
He was glancing behind him again and a small noise of protest slipped out of your mouth, your hands coming up to land on his chest and scrunch his hoodies fabric up in your hands. He was looking back at you quickly and his eyes softened at the scared expression on your face but could still see anger swimming in his.
You werenât sure if Heeseung was a violent person, thinking there was no way it was possible for the boy who was as sweet to you as he was unprompted, to ever willingly harm somebody but youâd also never given him any reason to be mean or treat you poorly. You thought about his bandaged hands for a second and then immediately felt guilty for doing so.
âLet me take you home.â He was saying after a few seconds and you shook your head, too overwhelmed to think clearly for a second. âBaby, let me take you home.â
The pet name snapped you out of it and you looked up at him, feeling more and more humiliated by the second at the fact your eyes were watering and you were still anxiously bunching his hoodie in your hands.
âT-the bus is too slow, heâs just now leaving the liquor store but he has a car and by the time we walk back and get on and it makes all the stops itâll be too late and-â You were speaking a mile a minute and you felt his hand squeeze your arm before he cut you off.
âIâm parked around the corner.â He rushed out in an attempt to stop you so you could take a breath, freezing and furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when you registered what he was saying. He winced slightly at your reaction and a weird feeling passed through your chest. You were raising your hands off of his chest before slamming them back down against him in annoyance, ignoring the small pained sound he made.
âYou idiot.â You spat out at him in a harsh whisper, shaking your head and glaring up at his guilty face. âYouâve had a car this entire time?â
He looked sheepish and you suddenly felt very stupid for somehow missing this, and then slightly flattered and embarrassed that he had been riding the bus with you every single day despite being parked in the opposite direction. It made sense now to you why he was sometimes hesitant to board, unlocking the knowledge that he had been riding it all the way back alone after youâd gotten off.
âNot the entire time.â He was trying to explain himself but you could tell he was lying slightly. âIt was in the shop the first time we met, thatâs why Jake drove me home.â
You sighed and glared at him again but you werenât actually mad, just slightly upset that he had been inconveniencing himself this much for some reason you didnât quite understand.
âI just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you.â He was offering an explanation before you even had a chance to ask him and your expression softened at the reasoning, hands flatting out against him in a silent apology for hitting him.
âYouâre still an idiot.â You were mumbling but your voice held no malice and he smiled at the fact he was clearly forgiven. Things felt tensioned again now that the conversation died down and you were both suddenly reminded of the fact you were touching each other and standing nearly toe to toe. âI really do have to go.â
âAnd I really will take you.â He was whispering back with a stressed sincerity and you frowned from the guilt of both making him drive you and not eating together like you had planned.
Heeseung was guiding you back around the buildings corner slowly, backing you up and shuffling forward with you so you didnât need to step out from behind his chest and risk being seen. You were pouting as you awkwardly walked backwards and it remained on your face even when you were able to face forward like normal and follow him to where he had parked his car.
His car looked pretty much exactly how you figured it would, low to the ground and chipping paint in different sections of it but it was very him and you laughed softly when you remembered how ridiculous it was that heâd had one this entire time.
He seemed embarrassed when you got into the passenger seat, looking into the backseat to check if it was messy and rearranging the different CDâs that were sitting on top of his center console. You moved them over to your lap and started to mess with them while he pulled off the curb.
âBasement, Title Fight,â You were humming softly while flipping through them and reading out the artist titles, ignoring the way he was sending you nervous side glances between looking at the road. âElliot Smith.. is this what youâre always playing in your headphones?â
âToo cliche?â He was retorting back and you scrunched your nose when you looked up at his side profile, a small smirk playing on his lips at your amusement.
âThe fact you even keep CDâs still is kind of cliche.â You were throwing back to him and he glanced at you to smile fully and shake his head, watching the way you were leaned against his car door and casually looking through his stuff for a second before going back to focusing on the road.
âYou still like me even though I listen to scratched CDâs and drive a 2002 shit bucket?â He was responding and you both paused.
His wording didnât miss you but you werenât sure if it was intentional or not, also unable to tell if he was speaking in a platonic way or if he was genuinely asking you if you liked him romantically. His mouth was parting like he was trying to think of a way to backtrack and you cleared your throat before he could, leaning forward to push a CD into the radios slot.
He didnât say anything for a few seconds and you let the song play for a beat or two before you were leaning back into his torn leather seats and glancing at him again.
âYeah.. I still like you.â Your voice was lower than it was before, barely filtering over the sound of the music building up but you knew he managed to catch it considering the way he was biting the inside of his cheek and avoiding looking in your direction for the rest of the ride.
He didnât need to ask you for the way to your neighborhood considering heâs been riding past it 4 times a day but he glanced at you for help when you entered the street and you leaned forward to point towards your house. Your dads car wasnât in the driveway and you breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled up near the curb.
You didnât think too much about the state of disarray your home was in this time, for some reason not minding if he saw how messed up things were for you. The feeling had settled into your stomach that he wouldnât care, that he wasnât going to give you a sorry look or treat you differently.
He was surprising you by opening his door before youâd gotten out and you watched him round the hood with confusion, flushing when he came over to your side to open yours for you and hold it while you scrambled out. You leaned against the door once he had closed it behind you and he stood in front of you like he had on the sidewalk, his dirty sneakers pressing against the toe of yours.
âSoâŠâ You were dragging out the word and trailing off nervously, looking up at him through your eyelashes and thinking about how cute he looked peering down at you.
âSo.â His lips were curling up in a smirk at your lack of words and you frowned at the expression, reaching up to pinch at his arm and keep it there when he let out a low chuckle. His hand was coming up to touch your bunny hat and you laughed softly at the way he pushed it behind your shoulder, almost like it was a piece of your hair.
âWe shouldnât be talking here.â You told him in a low voice, not wanting to speak any louder considering how close his face was getting to yours. âMy dad would kill me if he saw you.â
âRight.â He was nodding but he wasnât taking a step back or making any move that indicated he was going to leave, just watching you and you could feel his arm tense underneath your touch. âDo you want me to go?â
You were shaking your head swiftly although you knew he needed to, you liked his company and you found yourself missing him every time you were away for too long. You somehow managed to have fun today despite the fact youâd almost had a panic attack upon seeing your dad and how awkward it had felt to search for him in the school.
âI should go.â He was sighing even though you had said you didnât want him to, thinking logically despite obviously also not wanting to leave. He was leaning forward again and for a second you could feel his chest pushed up against yours before he swayed back like he hadnât done it.
Your heart felt heavy at the fact he was going to leave you there, in such a rotten place that left you restless and miserable, but you were slightly humiliated by the large frown on your face. Before you could think about it, in an attempt to hide your expression, you were pulling him forward by his hoodie sleeve and wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.
He hesitated for a few seconds, just from the surprise of the contact, and then he was slowly wrapping his long arms completely around you and keeping you pulled tightly to his chest. You could feel him take a deep breath, surrounded by his warmth and burying your face into the soft fabric of his oversized hoodie, listening to his heart beat increase slightly when you squeezed him for a second.
You were pulling back after a few seconds, leaning into the car again and you knew your face mustâve been flushed red with a dazed look in your eyes considering the way he faltered and smiled sheepishly at you.
âWell.. I have to go.â You were rushing out to him and he nodded, taking a step back so you were able to walk away without having to push past his large frame.
âIâll see you tomorrow.â His voice was lower than normal and carrying a slight rasp that made something flip around in your gut, trying not to look at him as you quickly waved and scurried away up your front path and into the doorway.
You stood there, back pressed against your front door now that it was closed, and took deep breaths to try and calm yourself down as you listened to his car pull off. A smile was building itself up on your face despite being slightly embarrassed over your bold move and you felt like a cloud of giddiness was following you around.
âSo thatâs what you sneak off to do every night?â Your entire body froze up in shock and you immediately stopped in place, bones going rigid and blood running cold at the sound of your fathers slurred voice coming from the living room.
Any sense or happiness or calm Heeseung had brought you was immediately disappearing and replaced with terror at the realization he was home, and had clearly seen you through the window before you came inside. You were stuck in silence and you could feel the dark tension radiating off of him although you couldnât even see him yet.
âYouâre out there embarrassing me, making a mess of our name.â He was hissing and you watched him rise from his arm chair and come out of the shadows like a fairytale monster, cowering in on yourself like you were a little girl again. âWhoring around with that delinquent.â
âN-no dad, I promise it isnât like that I just-â He was cutting you and your stutters off, slamming his hand down against the wall near your head and you closed your eyes in a wince, listening to the way the framed photos rattled on the wall.
A few seconds passed and you were holding your breath, waiting for him to continue to insult you and tell you what you had done wrong but when the tension continued to grow you realized he was more angry than you thought. You felt your hands hit the floor before you felt the pain in your cheek, not even realizing he had hit you for a few seconds because of the shock.
Heâd hit you before but it was rare in recent years, not wanting to risk you showing up to school with a black eye or bruised cheek.
Your hand was coming up to cup the side of your face, shaking against your skin and feeling how hot and swollen it already was from his large calloused palm. You didnât want to look at him and see his sneering face, instead staring forward at the way your bunny hat had flown off on impact and landed a few feet away on the floor.
âNo more going out at night.â He was spitting the words down at you, curled into a ball against the wall on the floor and willingly away the pain under your palm. âIâll put a padlock on your door if I have to.â
With that, he was staggering back into the darkness of the living room and you could hear the groan of the armchair under his weight. You sat there for a few more seconds, frozen and making sure it was clear for you to move before you were scurrying up the stairs and grabbing your hat as you passed by.
When you got to your room you threw it into the corner and collapsed onto your bed in a fit of sobs, burying your face deep into your pillow and crying so hard you thought you might just explode.
You felt even worse for the reason you were crying, not because youâd gotten caught or punished and not because your father was upset with you. You cried over the fear of not being able to see Heeseung anymore, the idea of never being able to safely return to the city at night causing you such distress you continued to sob until your throat was sore and your chest ached.
The sun was setting eventually and your room was darkening, never having the light switch turned on and just letting the night take over every single day, but you failed to notice considering how burrowed under the covers in your own misery you were.
You didnât mean to care about somebody this deeply, having sworn against it after your mother passed and you were left with a shell of a man, your father becoming half the person he was with grief and never bothering to heal himself for your sake. Youâd spent recent years tiptoeing around the house and trying to show as little evidence as possible that you existed, part of the reason he didnât fully mind you disappearing at night or sleeping all day.
You felt stupid but getting caught with Heeseung after so narrowly escaping your father in the city, completely letting your guard down and being foolish because of your feelings.
But the other part of you didnât care, you deserved to be giddy and act stupid because you liked somebody and his reaction wasnât your fault.
Thinking of Heeseung made you remember heâd probably be waiting for you tonight and you started to cry harder again. You were worried heâd over think about your intimacy and small confession today and mistake you not showing up to the bus stop as you rejecting him, retreating back into yourself and leaving him alone like he had been before your night time meetings.
You mustâve dozed off from crying and the stress of the day, only waking up with dry skin and swollen eyes when you started to register a faint repeated noise.
You were sitting up with a puffy pout and looking around in a dazed confusion, at first because you couldnât identify it and then even more so because you realized it was coming from your window. You staggered out of bed to open it and stop the noise and you let out a gasp, ducking and just barely missing being hit by a small stone that flew into your room.
âFuck.â A voice down below was whispering and you glanced down to see Heeseung stood at the side of your house with his hoodie pulled up over his head. âDid I hit you? Iâm sorry.â
You felt panic grow in your chest at the sight of him although you were happy to see that you had a chance to explain what had happened, glancing behind you in fear before turning again to glare at him from the second floor.
âYou canât be here.â You hissed out and he gave you a guilty look, like he knew you were going to say that but couldnât help himself anyways. You let out a small sigh and you eyes softened at his expression. âI told you he was going to kill me.â
You didnât need to say it for him to understand that your dad mustâve been home and you saw his face darken again like it had earlier, feeling thankful that you were too high up and it was too dark for him to see the bruise that must have been forming on your face now.
âIs he awake?â He was whispering back after a few seconds and you paused at his unexpected question.
He didnât say anything when you held up a finger to indicate youâd be back, tiptoeing back to the other side of your room and cracking open the door. You held your breath so you could hear every noise clearly and you waited until the sound of his snores filtered up the stairs to you, confirming he had drank himself unconscious again and was out for the night. You still didnât want to risk sneaking out and having him wake up and you walked back to your window with a heavy heart.
âHeâs out but-â You were starting to explain you couldnât come along when Heeseung was nodding and walking towards the front of your house, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you called his name softly. He turned back to look at you and you raised your hands in bewilderment. âWhat are you doing?â
âLet me in.â He whisper yelled back and gave you a look like it was an obvious thing for you to do, smiling slightly when your astonished face only deepened.
You were groaning when he disappeared around the side of the house and you left your room before you had a chance to think about it more, sneaking down the stairs as silently as possibly and trying not to let out a breath when you passed by the entrance to the living room.
It was strange to see Heeseung on your porch when you cracked open the front door, even stranger when he took a step inside your hallway and you took him in against the familiar setting. You hadnât had somebody inside your house in years and you were thankful that he kept his gaze tightly on you and didnât look around at the mess.
You brought a finger to your lips and indicated towards the living room where your dad was, a loud snore coming from him at that exact moment and causing you to jump where you stood. Heeseung was bringing a hand up to your arm in an attempt to calm you and he nodded in understanding that he needed to keep quiet.
When you took a step on the first stair you winced and glanced back at him, knowing his weight and tall frame would make it groan louder than normal.
Still, you took his hand in yours and let it hang behind you as you gently led him up the old wood and into the hallway that would lead to your bedroom. He still didnât speak once you entered it and for a second you were worried he would ask you to turn the lights on, thankful when he finally took a deep breath and glanced around at your belongings.
âSo this is where she returns to.â He was muttering under his breath and you felt a little embarrassed as he took in your room.
Not as embarrassed as you felt when he was looking back at you intensely, you figured he could see you better now that you were closer and illuminated by the moonlight shining in from your window but you knew you were correct when his eyes were hardening again suddenly. You winced slightly when his hands were coming up to cup your face, the right one just hovering and not connecting with the bruised and swollen skin.
âThis was him?â He was whispering, his eyes filtering up to stare into yours and your stomach turned at how serious he sounded. You hadnât seen him have this look in his eye before and it put you slightly on edge.
You were hesitantly nodding your head and you knew your eyes must have started watering judging by the fact his face softened and he gently caressed your uninjured cheek, shaking his head and bringing you over to sit down on your bed.
âIâm sorry.â He was whispering to you and leaning forward to connect your foreheads, watching you with a hurt look. It was reminiscent of the pitiful glance so many people have given you throughout your life but you knew it was different, he was different.
âItâs not your fault.â You were telling him and you truly meant it, your hand coming up to rest on his wrist and squeeze it softly.
âIt is though. I shouldâve dropped you off up the street where the bus stops, it was stupid.â He was muttering and you wanted to remind him that youâd pointed out your house and youâd been the one to tell him to stay, but you werenât sure it was going to make much of a difference.
You thought about the fact he was inside of your house right now, only a few hours after youâd gotten punished for even being seen with him and you snorted a teary laugh at the irony of calling such a small act, such as earlier stupid.
âYou make me stupid.â You were telling him and he smiled softly at your joking tone, knowing that you were completely serious.
âYou scared me when you didnât show up.â He was saying back and his tone was serious again, brushing back your hair that was normally hidden under your knitted hat. âI was about to tear the city apart looking for you before I thought about coming here first.â
You laughed slightly at the idea of somebody as kind as Heeseung raging through the city in search of you, pressing your head harder against his before leaning back a bit so you could take a deep breath and shake your head at him.
âYouâre lucky I woke up before him.â Your tone was light and teasing but you both understood the heavy truth in the statement, his face dropping again.
He had failed to take you literally when you exclaimed about your father killing you but you didnât blame him, not liking the guilt that coated his face again as he mirrored your deep breath.
âYou couldnât have known.â You were telling him in a gentle voice but he was still not looking at you, only picking up his head when your hand was brushing through his bangs. âHeeseung, itâs not your fault.â
He was nodding softly and chewing on his lip but you had a feeling he was only agreeing to make you feel better, still having that dark guilty look on his face. You sighed softly and glanced behind you at your small bed, scooting back a few inches before looking at him again.
He was giving you a soft and tired smile, clearly understanding what you were insinuating and you tried to not throw up from nerves when you were both moving around so you could lay down on your bed together. Youâd been experiencing the most intimacy youâd had since you were a kid with him and your stomach was tight with anxiety.
Heeseung didnât seem to think much of it, flopping back against your pillows and sucking in a deep relieved sigh. His one knee was bent upwards towards your ceiling and his left arm was sprawled across the rest of the bed, leaving you no choice but to lay on top of it. He was pulling you forward slightly by your shoulders so you could rest your head on his chest and you were slightly relieved to hear how fast it was beating, despite his calm demeanor.
âHowâd we get here.â You were whispering after a bit of silence and you could feel his laughter before you heard it, his warm chest rumbling slightly with the sound
âI thought you looked cute standing up to two drunk assholes.â He mumbled back and you pinched his side slightly, draping your arm across his stomach. âYou shouldâve seen Jakeâs face when I asked about you the next morning.â
âProbably the same expression he had when I ran into the store four hours early.â You felt embarrassed to be admitting it but you liked the way it made him laugh again, gently rubbing your shoulder over the shared fact you both had been interested in each other from the start.
You fell into silence again and after a moment you picked your head up again to look at him closer, still pressed against his side but rolling onto your stomach slightly so you could study his face. He was watching you with a curious expression and your hand come up to brush his bangs back, revealing his eyebrow piercing to you again.
He didnât say anything when you pressed against it, rolling one of the balls between your fingers for a few seconds before rubbing along his eyebrow bone until you hit the bump of metal, but his eyes darkened slightly at your fascination and you faintly felt his hand slip down to your side and squeeze it.
âHe called you a delinquent.â You were whispering to him with a small smirk, raising an eyebrow as you recounted what your father had said about him. âHeâd probably lose his mind if he came in here right now.â
Heeseung didnât seem to share your amusement about the subject considering how hard his face was as you talked about it, only his eyes staying soft as he looked over your features from such a close distance.
âIâd kill him.â He was mumbling back and you snickered for a second before realizing he wasnât laughing, his face serious as he watched you for your reaction to what he was saying. You frowned slightly and laid your hands down on his chest, rubbing it for a second before shaking your head.
âDonât say that.â You were muttering under your breath, following it with an awkward laugh at the sudden tension in the air.
âIâm serious.â He was saying back immediately and you looked back up at his eyes, frowning deeper since you knew he was telling the truth. A part of you felt strangely prideful about it, your stomach lighting up at the fact he was so protective over you and willingly to interfere if your father busted through the door.
The other part of you was slightly concerned with his sudden demeanor, only catching glimpses of it before and brushing it off considering how gentle and lighthearted he always was with you. You wondered if it was a good time to ask him about the bandages around his hands but you decided against it.
âThen what?â You surprised yourself by humoring his hypothetical situation for a second, watching the way his eyebrows jumped in surprise. âWhat happens after?â
âYou can come with me.â He was saying it swiftly like it was something heâd considered before, eyes remaining serious despite the fact he was noticeably being more careful with his words.
You hummed softly at him, your hand moving from his chest to trail up his neck for a second before coming back to rest again. You didnât think anything of the movement, just absentmindedly touching him and being fascinated by the feeling of somebody elseâs skin other than yours, but you could tell by the way his eyes darkened that you had caught his attention.
âWould you come with me?â He was asking in a low voice, eyes tired and lazy as he peered down at you but very much focused in on your expression as he waited for your response.
You were watching him in return and you were sure he could feel your heart beating against his arm, rolling back around so you were laying on your side again and cuddled up against his side instead of laying on your stomach and directly facing him. You knew your face mustâve been flushed by now and it continued to redden as you thought of a response.
âOf course I would.â You mumbled back and it slightly scared you how much you found yourself meaning the words.
Now it was his turn to him, low and rumbling in his chest against the side of your face. You scooted closer to him instinctively and you felt his hand gently squeeze against your side when he realized you were moving again, your shirt riding up slightly as you shifted so now his skin was pressed against yours.
You were glancing up at him at the feeling of him touching you and you awkwardly looked away when you realized he was already staring, a hazy look in his dark eyes. Heeseungâs demeanor felt different tonight, or maybe it was just the intimate setting.
âCâmere.â He was rasping out the word and the syllables were slurring together, your heartbeat so heavy and loud that you almost didnât hear him for a few seconds. You scooted up further on his chest so you could look at him, your upper half lifted slightly so your face was hovering over his and he could bring a hand up to cup your uninjured cheek again.
âWe can run away together.â He was muttering now that you were close to each others faces again, his big hand nearly covering the entire side of yours and you smiled softly at his statement. He looked slightly serious still but you saw the corner of his lip quirk up and you ducked your head in embarrassment. âIâd take care of you.â
âOh, would you now?â Your voice was teasing and you raised your eyebrows at him, biting your lip to try and stop the big smile on your face from spreading. You let your arms shift forward again to rest on his chest and you could feel his collarbones under your palm.
He was nodding but not speaking again, watching you intensely and you felt your smile drop slightly at the look on his face. Youâd been with a boy before, not all the way and nothing serious but you wouldnât consider yourself necessarily unexperienced. Still, youâd never felt so tensioned and attracted to somebody before like you did with Heeseung and he hadnât even tried to kiss you before.
His demeanor, confident but not ever cocky and sometimes sheepish like he acted on impulse, was the most attractive part of him to you and being in such close proximity didnât help.
âCould you take care of me now?â You werenât sure what pushed you to whisper the words out to him, hesitant and slow but being said nonetheless and you watch his eyes flash with something unfamiliar for a moment.
Then Heeseung was leaning forward off your pillows, his hand that was cupping your face being used to bring you forward so you could meet him halfway into a slow kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his heart beating underneath your chest as you scooted forward more to completely lay on top of him and kiss him deeper.
You were overwhelmed by how perfect it felt to be kissing him, how warm and familiar the feeling of him underneath you was and you sucked in a small breath when he pulled back for a second before surging forward again to kiss him more.
If he was surprised by this he didnât show it, his hand pushing up more so your shirt would ride up on your stomach and he could feel more of your side under his hand. You knew he felt the shiver wrack through you, the goosebumps on your skin at the feeling of the callousness of his and he chuckled softly into the kiss that was getting heavier with every passing second.
You could feel Heeseung biting down on your lip, almost painfully, and you were reminded of that dark expression he sometimes got. He was immediately licking over the skin he had bitten, soothing it out with his tongue and you made an embarrassing noise when he was suddenly slipping it into your mouth.
âCalm down.â He was pulling back a few centimeters to whisper to you, his voice breathy and carrying a small chuckle as he teased you for your reaction.
âI canât.â You responded honestly, shaking your head softly and leaning in again to peck his lips quickly. Kissing him was addicting and you felt like your head was spinning from the way he was gently rubbing up and down your side so slowly.
He was laughing loudly at your response and your heart clenched affectionately at the sound, immediately followed by the reminder he wasnât supposed to be here. You glanced over at your door nervously and when you looked back at him again he was frowning and following your line of vision, seemingly also snapping back to reality.
âI should probably go.â He was muttering and your stomach dropped painfully although you knew he was right, it wasnât smart to get in trouble more.
âI wonât be able to come out at night for awhile.â You were telling him and your voice sounded saddened and panicked, bunching up his hoodie in your fist again like you had earlier when your anxiety picked up.
âDoesnât matter.â He was shaking his head and petting your hair softly, raising his eyebrows to really exaggerate the fact that he meant what he was saying. âFind me at school tomorrow and we can figure something out okay? He canât stop me from seeing you.â
You watched him in silence for a few seconds before you were leaning in to kiss him harshly again, completely drinking him in and savoring the feeling of him pressed against you in case it was the last time you got to have him like this. His hands were sliding back into your hair, keeping you tight into the kiss and moving against you just as desperately.
You felt overwhelmed at his sincere words, never having somebody so adamant on being around you, being so protective over you that he was willingly to risk his own safety just to have a conversation with you.
âYouâre crazy.â You were gasping out when you pulled back for air, laughing at the way he was pressing more swift kisses against your lips as you tried to talk.
âYou make me crazy.â He was slightly altering and repeating the phrase you had said to him earlier, a smile coming back onto his face now that you clearly felt better about the situation.
It took you a while to get off of him, even longer for you to actually leave your room considering the way he kept shaking his hands around your waist to pull you back in to kiss again. At one point he had you pressed against your bedroom door and you tried not to think how tensioned it felt to kiss standing up like this, letting him lean you against the old wood and explore your mouth with a heavy sense of longing and desire.
You were eventually take control of the never ending situation and pushing him out of your door with a final kiss, watching him smile at you and walk slowly down your stairs. He had suggested you stay up in your room in case the door closing woke up your father and he came looking for you, better to find you upstairs versus suspiciously in the front hallway.
You followed Heeseungâs frame, craning your neck outside the window to be able to see parts of your front lawn, and watching as he tugged his hoodie back over his head and walked a few houses down to where he had parked his car.
He was looking back at your window before he got in and the two of you watched each other for a few beats before you were raising your hand in a shy wave, smiling at the way he returned it before getting inside his car and pulling off slowly.
ââ
You were getting stares as you rushed through the school halls, your peers not used to seeing you so alert at all throughout the day but especially so early in the morning. Youâd only slept for an hour or two but you felt energized at the idea of seeing Heeseung again as you searched for him.
The search stopped short when you were suddenly smacking into somebody rounding the corner, clearly not expecting to encounter somebody moving at the speed you were.
You both flew back from the impact and you landed on your butt a bit away from the boy, glancing up swiftly to see it was somebody you recognized, a friend from middle school who had slowly stopped talking to you after your mother died.
âShit, Iâm sorry Sunoo.â You were stuttering slightly and you suddenly remembered that conversation didnât come easily to you, forgetting this fact considering you only ever spoke to Heeseung. âI was just-â
âLooking for Lee Heeseung?â He was cutting you off and you paused in your explanation to stare at him, his tone more judging than you remember ever hearing it. âWhat are you doing hanging around with him Y/N?â
He was standing back to his full height and offering you a hand but after faltering for a few seconds you paused, scoffing under your breath and standing without taking it. Once you were off the ground you were glaring at him, not liking the heavy glance he was sending your way.
âWhat does it matter to you?â You normally wouldnât be so confrontational but it upset you how concerned he seemed to be despite completely ditching you alongside the rest of your friend group while you were grieving.
He had no place to judge you or who you decided to hang out with, although it confused you how worried he seemed to be about Heeseung. You werenât sure how he even knew about the boy considering you didnât recall ever seeing him around school or your old friends before your run in at the convenience store.
âHeâs dangerous Y/N.â He was spitting the words at you but you could tell you werenât the reason for his anger, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looked at you like he was confused if you truly didnât understand the reason for his worry.
âWhat are you talking about?â You were looking at him in bewilderment and you felt your heart start to beat slightly at the fact he was clearly implying something had happened with the boy youâd spent so much time with recently. You were suddenly reminded that you didnât know much about him, never talking about family life or what he did outside of being with you.
âWhy donât you ask him?â Sunoo was sighing and you were confused at his sudden dismissal until you realized his eyes were going past your shoulder now, turning your head and seeing the boy in question standing a few feet away and watching the two of you interact.
Heeseung didnât look dangerous to you, especially in the way he was clutching the straps of his backpack and carrying a nervous expression. His eyes softened slightly when he saw you but he mustâve registered the worried look on your face because he was suddenly turning in place and going back down the hallway the way he came.
You sighed when he pushed out the side doors, turning back to glare at Sunoo quickly before hurriedly following after the tall boy and rushing back down past the lockers.
âHeeseung.â You were calling his name once you pushed through the double doors, the cold morning air hitting your face swiftly and you winced a bit. âHee, stop.â
He paused at the sound of your voice and you saw him suck in a reluctant breath before he was turning around to face you. You caught up to him quickly and stopped a few inches in front of him, reaching up to grab his hoodie sleeve and trying not to be offended when he flinched away from your touch.
âWhat happened?â You were questioning him with slightly widened eyes, looking up at him and trying to read what his face was expressing. âWhy are you running away from me?â
âWhat did he say to you?â His voice was hardened and he was staring daggers down at you, your face crumbling at the harsh expression that youâd never seen directed your way before.
âNothing, he said nothing.â You were shaking your head quickly and he let out a disbelieving scoff, looking away from you and clenching his jaw in agitation. âHee, Iâm serious. He didnât say anything, a bunch of none sense I didnât even understand.â
He was glancing down at you again like he was trying to see if you were telling the truth or not, being met with your big wide eyes and sighing softly in guilt for being so quick to anger. His hand was coming up to touch your face and you leaned into it even though you were still feeling confused over what was happening.
You didnât say anything when he was reaching down to grab your hand gently, leading you with him out towards the parking lot where you spotted his car parked near the back. You frowned softly behind his back but got into the passenger seat anyways and watched as he started it up but didnât pull off.
The heat blaring created a small rattling noise and you could hear the song youâd put on before still playing faintly, flushing a bit at the realization he hadnât changed the CD and was just letting it play on repeat.
âAre you scared of me?â He was suddenly asking and you glanced over at him from the passenger seat, seeing the way he was staring down at his hands as he picked at the skin around his fingers. His legs were spread so his knee was pressing against the middle console and you reached over to place your hand on it gently.
âOf course Iâm not.â You were whispering back to him and shifting your body so you could completely face him, your eyes following along his side profile and frowning at how defeated he looked.
âEven if I told you I did something bad?â He was finally glancing at you and you felt sick at how vulnerable his eyes looked, shifting nervously over your face and you hoped your expression didnât convey how nervous you suddenly felt. âThat I hurt somebody really bad?â
You were watching him in silence and it felt like the air from the car got sucked out with his words, hinting towards something darker than youâd expected him to admit. You thought back to the expression he sometimes carried, the way he spoke about your father so casually and the worry on Sunooâs face. You watched him while thinking of this and you thought about all the other things to.
How he was always so gentle and kind with you, warm and comforting and never doing anything to make you feel worried despite most your time with him being spent alone and late at night. You didnât know every detail about his life but that didnât make him seem dangerous to you, he felt familiar and safe and you instinctively squeezed his knee.
âDid they deserve it?â You were finally croaking out, settling on a response that you felt properly conveyed your stance on what he was saying.
Youâd thought from the moment you met him that Heeseung was similar to you and you knew the reasons you couldnât sleep, the demons that kept you up all night restless. You tried to imagine what his looked like and you figured if you were bigger and braver, maybe youâd tried to hurt yours back too.
He wasnât saying anything for a few seconds, just looking at you like he hadnât expected that response and you knew immediately it had been the right thing to say. His face was crumbling and he was biting his lip to stop it from trembling, ducking his head forward to nod as an answer to your question.
You were leaning forward over the middle console to pull him in for a hug, not caring about the way the plastic pressed into your stomach uncomfortably or the burn your arms felt from stretching so far to embrace him. Heâd help you more than once, brought you back from a dangerous place and a low state of mind and your heart tugged at the sight of him showing that same vulnerability now.
âItâs not your fault.â You were whispering into his hoodie and his arms were snaking around your middle, a small surprised noise slipping from your mouth when he was tugging you over the console and situating you in his lap. He was burying his head deep into your neck and your hand was coming up to rest on the back of his head, his hoodie fabric under your palm.
You didnât need to hear the full story, you didnât need for him to painfully recount the details or what had happened for him to do something so drastic and you didnât need to know who.
Him softly crying into your neck and clutching onto you like a scared child was all you needed to believe him, to understand that whatever rumor or perspective others such as Sunoo had, was wrong.
He was picking his head up to look at you and your heart broke at his red face, tears streaming down his cheeks and a frustration expression coating his features like he was mad at himself for showcasing how upset he was. He was suddenly pressed against you in a kiss and you hesitated for a second in surprise before kissing him back.
You were pushing his hoodie off his head so you could put your hands through his shaggy hair, pulling him tighter against you and feeling the way his wet face was pressing onto yours.
âYou canât leave me.â He was gasping into your mouth and his hands were shakily coming up to cup your face, tilting your head softly and humming into the kiss when you were licking into his mouth and leaning forward so his back was pressed against the car door.
Heeseung was moving a hand down towards your back and you could feel him continuously tugging you forward into him, your hip bone pressing against his stomach as you both found comfort in each others touch. You let him do this for a few seconds longer before you were pulling back a bit to address what he had said.
âIâm not going to leave.â You were gasping as you said it, still trying to catch your breath and he was shaking his head before tugging you forward again, a small noise slipping from your mouth at the feeling of him dragging you up further into his thigh.
âIâm serious.â He was still speaking into your mouth and you pulled back further to look at him, the dark expression back in his eyes now as he watched you. âIâd go crazy if you left.â
It slightly unsettled you how serious he sounded, how he really stressed the words like they were the most important in the world. His hands were still holding onto you tightly like he was terrified youâd slip away if he let up even a little bit and your eyes bounced around his face for a few seconds before you were nodding.
âWe can be crazy together.â
âYou canât leave me.â He was gasping into your mouth and his hands were shakily coming up to cup your face, tilting your head softly and humming into the kiss when you were licking into his mouth and leaning forward so his back was pressed against the car door.
Heeseung was moving a hand down towards your back and you could feel him continuously tugging you forward into him, your hip bone pressing against his stomach as you both found comfort in each others touch. You let him do this for a few seconds longer before you were pulling back a bit to address what he had said.
âIâm not going to leave.â You were gasping as you said it, still trying to catch your breath and he was shaking his head before tugging you forward again, a small noise slipping from your mouth at the feeling of him dragging you up further into his thigh.
âIâm serious.â He was still speaking into your mouth and you pulled back further to look at him, the dark expression back in his eyes now as he watched you. âIâd go crazy if you left.â
It slightly unsettled you how serious he sounded, how he really stressed the words like they were the most important in the world. His hands were still holding onto you tightly like he was terrified youâd slip away if he let up even a little bit and your eyes bounced around his face for a few seconds before you were nodding.
âWe can be crazy together.â
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Feel free to ignore this, but I saw you want Miguel requests soooo.
Platonic Miguel x teen spider reader. Preferably gn. And like, he sees his daughter in the reader or smth, idk how to explain it, but I think it would be cute to see it
ONGOSH THANK YOU I absolutely love this<33 I wrote this on my phone but Im honestly so hyped up I love father figure!miguel. I hope you donât mind but Iâm doing this in the form of headcanons.
Miguel OâHara x teen!spider!Reader
-okay so your obviously one of the only people Miguel loves tolerates.
-your universe isnât âhomeâ to you, Miguel is. Heâs like the father you never had and at first, the both of you absolutely detested one and other. In fact, Jessica was the one who convinced him to recruit you, way before Gwen or even Peter came into the picture.
-at first, he was stand-offish and a total dickhead to you, but slowly warmed up and began to humour you. Heâd smirk at your horrible jokes and pretend to roll his eyes when you teased him.
-in fact, when you first laughed your ass off at one of his remarks, something in him knew that heâd do anything to protect you.
-he already lost one daughter, he wasnât losing you.
-In all honesty, your relationship is very similar to Joel and Ellie from the Last of Us.
-you have inside jokes that even Lyla doesnât understand, and sheâs an AI.
-It takes all his strength to not snort when you make faces behind someoneâs back, he knows you do it to make him laugh.
-he gives you tips on how to take care of yourself.
-a whole bottle of baby powder suddenly appears in your room in spider society. He says he knows nothing.
-lyla shows you the camera footage of him placing it on your bedside table.
-heâs close to tears when you specially make him empanadas. Heâd been in a bad mood and when he went to his desk, there was a plate of empanadas with a post it note from you.
- âdont waste them I spent like two hoursmaking them for youâ
-he scarfs them down of course.
-like all fathers, he can be strict sometimes, especially because youâre a kid. He doesnât want you getting hurt. If youâre hurt he helps patch you up himself.
-âyou fucking crazy? What were you thinking, trying to catch a car instead of dodging it?â
-your arguments are shushed by him shoving a spoon of soup into your mouth.
-âdonât waste it.â He says, âI spent some time making it while you were asleep.â
-he canât pinpoint an exact moment from when he started seeing you as his daughter, but itâs probably from the time he got super protective around hobie.
-ainât no kid coming near his daughter.
-almost snarls when hobie jokingly flirts with you.
-he subtly pushes hobie away when the guy walks behind you.
-youâre the only person other than lyla who can snark him and get away with it without an insult being jabbed at you.
-heâs hugged you a total of two times.
-the first was when you almost died, the second was when he almost died and you freaked out.
-youâd already lost your family, you could not lose him too.
âMiguel, get up.â You tearfully say to his sleeping form, âI canât do this without you.â
-when heâd stirred, the first thing he saw was your shocked face and then you tackled him.
-he loves you. Like, a whole lot.
-he smiles at you when you walk around in his office, rambling about random stuff. Heâs glad that youâre comfortable enough around him to stop masking your personality.
-his jokes are LAME. Like dad jokes are his jam and theyâre just so bad.
-âwhy do sharks live in salt water? because pepper water makes them sneeze.â âMiguel PLEASE-â
-did I mention heâd probably die for you? Like fuck the universe(s) heâs not losing his baby daughter again.
-OOO IMAGINE THE BOTH OF YOU AS DRACULA AND MAVIS
-itâs weird but itâs funny.
-Gwen loses her shit when she sees you sitting next to him with your head on his shoulder.
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The way im still thinking about plug!fontaine đ”âđ«đ”âđ«. Now i cant help but think about Hobie and the reader getting high together for the first time (it would be her first mostly). The way u described that shotgun part in that fic was so good. And itâd hit even more different if Hobie is usually the one getting you all flustered and now youâre high off ur ass and sum purring so now u just start teasing him and saying things he likes AHH I LOVE HOBIE đ€đ€đ€
Me toooooooo ( ^-^)ăâ â»ă.:*:ă»'°â I hope I didn't stray tooooo far from the request lol
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high! hobie brown x high! reader | ( obvi nsfw 18+)
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âȘïžâą you couldn't really give an explanation for why you haven't smoked weed, eaten an edible, done mushrooms or at least gotten high off your shit at least once. you weren't against them, in fact, you knew a lot about them and their medical purposes and benefits. but you still haven't try em.
âȘïžâą which is surprising cause most of the people you hang around consumed weed. some on a regular basis. and that includes your boyfriend. hell, you met hobie while he was smoking a joint on the balcony of some random house party.
âȘïžâą you remembered how when he asked if you wanted a hit, you broke into a stutter trying to explain why you declined. he just gave an understanding nod, then pulled his spliff back to rest in between his lips.
âȘïžâą you felt sorta insecure about it. even though it wasn't that big of a deal to anyone around you. it was to you. you felt like you were missing out on something. this feeling hit you most whenever you watched hobie smoke.
âȘïžâą you sat on the opposite end of the couch watching as hobie made a joint. his nimble fingers wrapped the paper so easily. like it was second nature. with a quick lick to seal, he had the blunt ready. it rested perfectly between his pretty lips as he searched his vest for a lighter. you wanted it.
"can I get a hit hobie?" he paused his search to turn his attention to you. he looked at you for a bit before he gave you a slight smirk.
âȘïžâą once he found where that lighter was, he motioned for you to sit closer. you did. you watched intensely as the orange glow of the fire made this all too real. you actually gonna taste your first blunt. and with your boyfriend no less.
âȘïžâą you felt the familiar feeling of his warm, coarse hands cupping your chin. and the other around your waist, tugging you closer to him. hobie pulled till you were seated on his lap.
âȘïžâą you were practically pressed to him. you felt the warmth of the blunt, sat between his lips, on the side of your face. you could tell how the blunt would taste from the second hand smoke alone.
"nothin' to be scared of doll. this shi' gonna make you feel real good, trust." he returned your quick nod, then you watched as he inhaled and pulled the blunt from his lips.
âȘïžâą hobie blew a cloud of smoke in your face, you quickly gathered your senses and inhaled what he gave you. you felt your breath stifle, then the coughs came. you wanted to move back, but his hold on you chin kept you in place.
âȘïžâą he wanted you to hold still. no running. just taking what he gives no complaints. he knows it's overwhelming, but let him do this. in no time he's gonna have you taking shotguns while he's giving you backshots.
âȘïžâą he did this multiple times, each time giving you a kiss each time you did better. once he was satisfied, he moved the spliff to your lips. you eagerly took a sharp inhale of smoke. you burst into a fit of coughs. it was embarrassing. you were doing so good. probably you inhaled too hard.
hobie was patting and soothing your back. once the coughs died down, he coached your breaths till they were steady again. "got a little excited huh luv?"
âȘïžâą he made you get a second inhale this time, he pulled it back once you had enough. you took a couple more with barely a reaction, except for the little stings in your eyes.
âȘïžâą he was right you do feel so much more relaxed. you rested your head in the crook of his shoulder, tracing little shapes in his jaw. he hummed whenever you would suck a little too hard at his neck, or moved your hips about too much on his lap. even a couple whispered ' you're pretty baby' and 'my gorgeous 'obie'. you giggled at how bashful he looked. he never got shy.
âȘïžâą you don't know where your sudden urge for sex, or confidence came from. but you loved it. and so did hobie, especially since he was pushing your hips to rutt against his bulge even more.
" 's the weed makin' you act up huh darlin'. I kno'. it's 'ight, I feel it too. mhmm fuck- should do this more often huh? yea?"
âȘïžâą despite you teasing earlier, you could barely answer him verbally. you were too preoccupied trying to soothe your ache. you knew he could feel your cunt even through the layers of fabric. and you surely felt him too. if it wasn't for the clothes his tip would be pressed into you by now.
âȘïžâą soon you two became too impatient for the frivolous grinding. and that's how you found yourself with your back against his chest, legs splayed, your panties pulled to the side and hobie's cock slapping against your slit.
âȘïžâą you two were absolutely spent, just from the sensations alone. 'why wasn't he in you yet fuck. this shit hurts, it's just working you more.' sure the slapping was hot, but it wasn't gonna cut it.
"b-baby?"
"yea darlin'? what's wrong? too much?" you gave a let out a frustrated whine, he soon realized what his baby wanted. and he was more than happy to oblige.
âȘïžâą you watched as he dangled the blunt in front of you. once you took it between you lips. he gave you once last kiss on the cheek, and told you that he'll stop when the blunt goes out.
âȘïžâą you felt your entire body seize up as his full was slammed into you. you've taken him unprepped before, but not from his angle. the stretch was different it was like his length was pushing down in you. it felt so good.
âȘïžâą he kept his promise and didn't stop till the blunt finished. no matter how the ash was knocked onto your tits, he pulled out your bra just so he could grope them. no matter how you whined at how sore you were, or that his couch was messy from how much slick he forced out of you. no matter how much you babbled to him in words not even you could understand. he'd just nod along like he understood you.
âȘïžâą once the blunt flickered once last time, you let out a groan once you felt his length ease out. sure you were just crying that you couldn't take anymore but you also couldn't help but squeeze one last time.
âȘïžâą you knew you were both still high as a kite. you lazily lounged on his couch, till the high sensation ceased. once it did you made him swear to smoke with you again tomorrow, you're lucky that's the day his plug was gonna hit him up.
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More ATLA/LOK Incorrect quotes
GN reader, unless stated otherwise
Bolin, propping his feet on the table: So, I heard you like bad boys?
Y/n: What? No.
Bolin, taking his feet off the table: Oh thank God, that felt terrible.
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Lin: Whats this?
Y/n, hugging her: Affection.
Lin: Disgusting.
Lin:âŠ
Lin: Do it again.
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Bolin: Wow, your legs look amazing in those pants!
Y/n: You should see me without them.
Bolin: Without.. legs?
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Sokka: What did you make for Y/n?
Zuko, staring at the burnt food: Regret.
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Korra, holding kettle: Coffee or tea?
Y/n: Tea.
Korra: Wrong! Its coffee.
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Bolin, talking about y/n: My crush isnât picking up on any of my hints.
Mako: What hints have you given them?
Bolin: I think about them.. a lot.
Bolin: And sometimes I think about talking to them.
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Y/n: Mako?
Mako: What?
Y/n: Are you asleep?
Mako: Who the fuck did you think said âwhatâ?
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Y/n, waking up: Am I dead?
[Sees Asami next to them]
Y/n: Is this heaven?
Korra, bangs on door: Open up, fuckers its me Korra
Y/n, tearing up: I always knew Iâd end up in hell.
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Lin: Having trouble figuring out who knows Korra the best?
Asami: Its me!
Bolin: Its me!
Mako: Its me!
Y/n:..
Y/n: Itâs probably not me.
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Y/n: Time for plan G.
Mako: Wait- donât you mean plan B?
Y/n: No we did plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over C because of some technical difficulties.
Asami: What about plan D?
Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Bolin: And plan E?
Y/n: Im hoping not to use it, I die in plan E.
Korra: I like plan E.
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Y/n: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them?
Mako: Well, what do you do?
Y/n: I die? Pfft- What kinda question..
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Y/n: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and it died.
Y/n: Then I started thinking. It was just trying to get food.
Y/n: Like, what if I went to the fridge to get something to eat and it slammed the door on me and broke my neck?
Y/n: Howw would I feel?
Mako: Are you ok?
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Bolin: What does âtake outâ mean?
Mako: Food.
Asami: Dating.
Korra: Murder.
Y/n: IT COULD MEAN ALL THREE IF YOURE NOT A FUCKING COWARD!
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Korra: Youâre a little obsessed with yourself arenât you?
Y/n: Well if im not who else is gonna be?
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[Y/n, throws bread at turtleducks]
Y/n: Do not forget this act of altruism. If I am ever in trouble, I expect you and your brethren to come to my aid. Do not forget.
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Y/n: Youâre the love of my life, Iâd do anything for you.
Asami: I want you to take care of yourself and get enough sleep.
Y/n: Absolutely not.
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Asami: My boyfriend is too tall to kiss, what should I do?
Korra: Punch him in the gut, then when he leans down kiss him.
Bolin: Tackle him
Y/n: Dump him, be with me.
Lin, passing by: Kick him in the shin.
Mako: Please donât do any of those.
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[Korra, sneaks into house at 2 am]
Mako, turns in swivel chair: Care to explain where you were?
Korra: Uhh.. I was out with Y/n.
Y/n, also turns around in another swivel chair: Care to- [chair wont stop turning] Mako- I cant stop the chair-
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Bolin, after making Y/n mad: You wont hit me, I have witnesses.
Y/n: Mako. Asami. Turn around.
[Both Mako and Asmai turn around]
Bolin, scared: M-Mako? Asami?
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Y/n: So whats Zukos type?
Sokka: Y/c eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humour, turtleduck lover.
Y/n: Damn, sounds kind of like me. Too bad weâre just friends though.
Sokka: Did I mention oblivious?
Y/n: Yeah why?
Sokka: Just making sure.
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completely serious
jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader
ik the third pic is him wearing a ducks jersey but thereâs nothing really of him in flyers gear that fit what i was looking for, so letâs just pretend <3
y/n.hughes just posted!
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y/n.hughes: to a new era baby! hope philly treats you well đ§Ąđ§Ą (please take care of him flyers or i will violently cry)
tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers
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trevorzegras: i too will violently cry
lhughes_06: so this is where you took your impromptu trip to
y/n.hughes: & what about it
userone: still canât believe it tbh đ
yourbestie: she very much will! philadelphiaflyers
yourroommate: she cried upon hearing the news
philadelphiaflyers: we will take great care of jamie! do not worry đ§Ą
philadelphiaflyers: we will make sure to water him daily & make sure he gets enough sunlight đ«Ą
usertwo: stopp!! the way they are describing him as a house plant đ i cant
mfrost16: weâll take him out on walks too!
userthree: now heâs a dog đđ
userfour: i mean he did bark his first game with the flyers userthree
jackhughes: i will not be picking up the pieces if she starts to violently sob
lhughes_06: you never do
_quinnhughes: i do that
_quinnhughes: when have you ever done that bro
jackhughes: i feel attacked rn
userfive: the way the flyers flew BOTH y/n & jamieâs parents out for his first game đđ warms my heart
usersix: they did?
userfive: yep! during his post game interview, someone asked if the flyers flew anyone else out for jamie & he said that he wouldnât play if they didnât fly y/n out as well! (jokingly of course)
usersix: thatâs so freaking cute đ
jamie.drysdale: i was completely serious userfive
philadelphiaflyers: he, in fact, was completely serious userfive
userseven: UGH GOALS đđ
usereight: theyâll treat him well y/n!
jamie.drysdale: iâll miss you so much love đ€ iâll have the flyers fly you out whenever (& if not, then i will)
y/n.hughes: iâll miss you more!! im so so proud of you & canât wait to see the amazing things youâll accomplish in philly â€ïžâ€ïž
philadelphiaflyers: y/nâs apart of the team already! weâll fly her out whenever you want jim! just say the word âïžâïž
y/n.hughes just posted!
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y/n.hughes: jamie photo dump during these trying & sad times
tagged: jamie.drysdale
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trevorzegras: the fifth picture is evil y/n. why you got to do my boy like that? (please send it to me asap)
y/n.hughes: check your messages babes đ
trevorzegras: bless girl hughes đđ
userone: another shoe tying pic!!!
lhughes_06: uhhh, why am i not tagged in the sixth pic?? i so graciously taught your bf how to wake board & this is the thanks i get??
y/n.hughes: thank you so much luke for teaching my boyfriend how to wake board & almost kill him in the process đ
lhughes_06: i am an amazing teacher! he did not almost die
jackhughes: dude, you almost broke his nose when you both went down after YOU jumped on him
lhughes_06: i do not recall such a thing
jamie.drysdale: i will let the fifth picture slide just this once bc i miss & love you so much đ„° (also, almost died in the last pic đ)
jackhughes: SEE!! lhughes_06
lhughes_06: đ¶ i cant see iâm blinnnddddđ¶đšâđŠŻ
y/n.hughes: love & miss you more đ€đ«¶đŒ
_quinnhughes: the lake house that summer will forever be burned into my brain
usertwo: in a good way? đ
userthree: THE FUCKING âI â€ïž MY GIRLFRIENDâ TSHIRT đ«đ«đ«đ«đ«
yourroommate: i specifically remember the first pic like it was yesterday
userfour: babes spill! what happened!!
yourroommate: y/n was not having a good week so jamie flew out for the weekend & showed up with flowers & wearing that exact shirt userfour
yourbestie: he said, and i quote, âi saw this shirt on tiktok & though youâd like itâ & y/n proceeded to cry :) userfour yourroommate
y/n.hughes: why am i and my bf being exposed in this comment thread?? đ
userfive: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE GOLF PIC đ«đ«
y/n.hughes just posted to their story!
caption: from #6 to #9, hereâs to new beginnings! jamie.drysdale
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a motherâs care
-> warnings: yandere themes, afab! reader, death mentions, lightly spoiler from the manga, readerâs a mother and a little tired from the sorcerer worlds, reader can be seeing either as the biological mother or adoptive.
-> request by @rouecentric lyo!! lyo!! i saw that your requests were open and that you write for jjk!! so i wanted to ask if you could write how the first years (and maybe gojo??) would react to a reader that is not only yuji's mom, but also one of the best sorcerers of all time that could be toe to toe in a fight with gojo, but retired to take care of and raise yuji, but returned to being one because of her son's predicament? feel free to remove any characters you don't want to write and have a nice morning/day/night!!!!!
-> a/n: a request from roue themselves? let me do it instead of my tasks. so this was really nice to write it and im happy for it turned out, so Iâm hope you will enjoy it, roue. and donât forget to take care of yourself too :)
â„ everyone in the sorcerer community knew about you, not only one of the most powerful sorcerer of the modern times, but also a beloved person known. a lovely woman that put herself in danger to protect others, the many time when you got hurt by doing it brought you a few scars in your skin, yet it was not enough to stop the many marriage offers from the many sorcerers family, in fact, it only made more and more offers come at you and yet, all of them ended rejected by you.
â„ there is no denying that you are an important figure and once you completely vanished from it once you graduate from jujutsu high, many wonder where did you go. could it be that you were killed? kidnapped? those were plausible theories of course, but actually you just want to become a better mother.
â„ you got into a relationship with a great man, who not only loved you a lot, but treated you like a goddess. and with the relationship between the two of you becoming stronger, a baby entered the family. living the three of you was a calm and sweet life, nothing wrong was going on and yuji was growing like any children, yet you could feel something off about it.
â„ maybe it was the fact he was stronger than most children, i mean, yuji kicked the ball and almost took down a tree once he was ten. another occasion was that time he lift the coach by himself one day prior his fourteen birthday. however, you to ignore it, though that he was just a stronger boy for his age. his father, (before you become a single mother) did said that yuji is just a special boy, do thatâs must it, right?
â„ his father was right, yuji is a special boy. once you received a call from a familiar friend who immediately request your presence at jujutsu high in behalf of your sonâs recently events. arriving at that place brought many memories and seeing your beloved son inside that room, hearing of his future execution once he swallow sukunaâs fingers from the higher up and make things worse, his grandfather died just a few days ago.
â„ things arenât easier, thatâs why you return to being a sorcerer. yuji, well, was really shocked and surprised by your reveal, include of the others experience sorcerers talked about your past actions during your high school years. âyou are so powerful!â his words and sparkling eyes are more than enough to make things better. too be closer with him, you decided to move to a residence nearby the school, not wanting to lose a moment in his life.
â„ someone who was way happier with your return was gojo. he literally hugged you once you confirmed that you would be staying around to take care of yuji, gaining even more hugs from him. even after years and incidents, he still almost the same boy you helped train years ago. the only difference being he is tall as a door now. making you feel so small and young even though you are older than him.
â„ the others were also quite happy to see you around once again, nanami looked at you like a ghost from the past and took a while before he gained courage to talk with you. a smile in your face was so sweet as you two interact and when yuji enters the conversation, the three of you look so cute together.
â„ now the students are shocked with your presence. none of them knew expected to yuji has a mother or the fact you are special grade sorcerer like their teacher. nobara was the loudest one to introduce herself while the others glare at her for not giving any personal space. maki was intrigued by the rumors of how excellent are you with swords and daggers, asking if you are willingly to train her for a few times.
â„ itâs clear the students have a soft for you despite being way more powerful than them, even yuji, the same boy you raised since he was little has become quite protective of you. ignoring how soft they are with you, itâs nice to taught them during school hours. making them learning new way to protect themselves is a nice way to bond, slightly making you an unofficial teacher at tokyo high.
â„ as times goes on, itâs clear how things are becoming more dangerous than ever before. yuji sometimes loses control over sukuna and hurts people over it, making you even more concerned about his state. sometimes, you wonder if you just could grab him and run away from all this mess. yet, you fear the many consequences over it and can only dream about it on your own thoughts.
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IM SORRY, I KNOW U GOT A REQUEST ON THIS SO MUCH ALREADY BUTâŠ
Your motherly!reader fics are so good đ! can you pleasee do another? platonic with the gang!! no romance đ„° thank youu â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž your work is amazing btw!
the gang x motherly!reader
!warnings!
1.i did headcanons i hope thats okayđ
2.fem!reader
3.swearing and a small mention of violence.
Johnny Cade ;
like iâve said before in other fics, he loves you so much.
honestly, you might be one of his favourite people!
when he walks down the street and he just so happens to see a cute flower, he picks it and gives it to you!
when he first met you, he refused to see you when he was injured in anyway. he thought youâd think he was weak and never see him again.
but as time went on, and you showed that you genuinely cared for him, he showed more of his vulnerable side.
johnny likes it when you patch him up now!
he thinks itâs calming, relaxing, and a, ânice change of things rather than lettinâ mother nature cure it.â
when he unknowingly/accidentally vents to you about his home life, he does get embarrassed.
he didnât want you knowing, but when you hugged him real tight and told him sweet nothings?? he teared up ngl.
johnny wishes you couldâve been his mom.
when or if you have kids, johnny wishes they donât take the, âhow was your day?â and the, âhowâs school going?â for granted.
because to johnny cade, that would be his perfect fairytale.
having someone as sweet as you to turn his life around, makes him excited to see tomorrow.
Dallas Winston ;
another bitch with mommy issues who is glad to have you.
mrs.curtis was definitely the mother he never had but always wanted and when she died, he was devastated.
but when you came along and started being that mother he missed??? he was both annoyed and over the moon.
he didnât like that every time you bailed him out of jail, he got an ear full. however, he did like to know verbally that someone cared about him
he doesnât show you any sort of affection, but he will tell you how he feels when drunk.
âthank you, so much y/n. i-i donât know where iâd be without you.â
for mothers day, he doesnât do anything special.
BUTâyou didnât hear this from me, before the clock hits 12, expect to hear like a cute little knock at your door, and open it to see a single flower on the ground with a pack of cigarettes.
dally ran off before you or anyone else could see him.
even though he didnât sign his name, you knew it was from him. so, next time you see him, say thank you.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
heâs like a toddler around you???
ponyboy definitely pretends to be like, your own bodyguard.
but really, whoâs scared of ponyboy?
he tries though!
when he watches a movie and some character reminds him of you, expect that to be the first thing he tells you.
âya know, when i went to the drive in, you really reminded of this one character.â
âoh? whyâs that?â
âwell because-â
and now you have to sit there and listen to him.
heâll draw for you so much :(.
if you tell him your favourite flower, he WILL give you a drawing of it the next day. heâll stay up all night if he has too!
Sodapop Curtis ;
heâs literally your #2 fan. first place goes to johnny.
heâs your biggest hypeman??? omg???
âgee, y/n! youâre lookinâ real fancy!! gonna get all the guys, eh?â
when ponyboy and darry argue and he just canât take it anymore, he calls you and asks to come over.
and of course, you say yes everytime.
so please, PLEASE, just let him cry into your arms!!!!
when heâs done, heâll try to go home but iâm begging you to tell him heâs welcomed to stay the night.
and if he does stay? ponyboy will be at your doorstep too.
heâll share his famous chocolate cake with you!! heâll make sure steve doesnât touch it.
âSTEVE THAT WAS FOR Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!â
âOH SHIT SHIT SHIT! WE MAKE MAKE ONE TOGETHER! THE MORE PEOPLE THE FASTER THE CAKE WILL BAKE RIGHT?!â
âDO I LOOK LIKE A SCIENTIST??â
Darry Curtis ;
he is so thankful for you i legit canât stress that enough.
you keep the gang in check, you keep ponyboy happy, and you help him around the house. what more could he ask for?
you legit force darry to relax while you look after the gang to make sure nothing bad happens.
âweâll be fine, darry. go to bed, your dark circles are gettinâ darker by the minute.â
âyeah super-man! weâll be fine with y/n!â
âyeah!!â
âfine, but if she wakes me up to tell me about any of you, so god help me.â
if you welcome him home with a newspaper and his favourite cup of coffee after a long day at work, he might ask you to move in.
Steve Randle ;
steve pretends that he doesnât like you that much.
but he really does. like, the second he hears some soc threaten or insult you? heâs after them.
shit, he might be chasinâ after them in two-bits car while two-bit yells at the person.
he will legit go to war for you if you asked him nicely.
he will rant to you about cars if you let himđ.
heâll rant to you about anything, honestly.
âand then the old bastard asked for a refund! the âno refundsâ sign was right on the door! how could that old bat not see it?!â
âsteve! donât call people that, but yes, it was very rude of that man to do that too you.â
âRIGHT?!â
Two-bit Matthews ;
he forces you to relax and watch mickey mouse with him.
he says itâs for your own good but when really, he just wants to spend time with you without the gang interrupting.
âguys! youâre stressing her out with all your STUPID questions! câmon, y/n, mickey mouse is calling our names. canât you hear it?â
âor maybe its the booze you had at 10AM.â
âi will sock you in your fucking throat steve.â
he plays with your hairâŠhe finds it fun!
please tell him how to do some styles so he can go home and impress his little sister :(.
he offers you beer every once and awhile just so he can say he got you to loosen up.
âso y/nâŠyou want some?â
âoh! no thank you, two. you know i donât drink.â
he calls you mom in a joking way, ya dig?
âmomm! steve called me a dumbass!â
âsteve, be nice! apologize.â
âwhat the fuck?!â
author notes ;
1. i like totally rushed near the end LMFAO.
2. i never thought you bitches would eat motherly!reader up like this??
3.are you guys okay??
4.THANK U SWEETHEART OMFG??
5.i think theres no romance??
may 15th, 2023. 6:39PM
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AVENTURINE RAMBLE ALERT!!!
tw: suicidal tendencies/ideation?
let me know if i should add anything because im not used to needing to add this stuff-
im usually goofy abt him but ive been thinking about this for a while now
aventurine puts quite the emphasis when he tells us that he doesn't make deals he can lose
yet he doesn't seem to hesitate to risk his life, doing it willingly even, like in the final victor light cone where it was down right unnecessary
sorry pal but no sane man would do that, it's almost like he craves to 'lose' one of these gambles, like dying would be a kind of victory in and of itself.
and in a way, taking his backstory into consideration, it does kind of make sense...? he doesn't have anything to live for other than being the sole survivor of the massacre. he was bought as a slave because he was lucky enough to survive. he climbed the ranks because he was lucky enough to win the bets he made, the bets he made in hopes of regaining his freedom. but at some point it wasn't about regaining his freedom anymore. even as one of the stonehearts, all he is is a chip for the ipc. and he's accepted it.
he cant get out of the system (unless he dies) and he's accepted that he's just a tool. it's even mentioned in his first meeting voiceline.
"Your humble servant Aventurine at your disposal, just a cog in the machine called the IPC's Strategic Investment Department. Nevertheless, I can also play the role of friend if needed"
(wow promoted from slave to servant)
before the thrill of the gambles was 'If i win this, i'll finally have a little more freedom' but now it's are 'if i lose this, i'll lose it all' (a part of me considers that this is where kakavasha became aventurine)
he's a coward in his own way to me. i think the majority can agree that this man is suicidal (HE FUCKING ATTEMPTED MULTIPLE TIMES JUST TO 'CHECK' IF YOU COULD ACTUALLY DIE IN THE DREAMSCAPE WTF??) but he's suicidal in the way that although he does want to end his life, he's too scared to do it directly by his own hands.
but also perhaps it's not just fear. as the only avgin left he also feels the burden of making sure his people don't just 'go extinct' (for lack of a better word). his family put so much faith in him before they left. would it really be ok for him to give up like that?
(side note: he mentioned before he didnt really appreciate the rain. perhaps the two are related?)
so instead, comparable to a person who stops checking for cars before crossing the road, he gambles, willingly risking his life, in hopes that his luck will eventually run out by itself...
i love him guys. i promise.
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i think iâve seen this film before
hobie brown x fem!reader
request?: yes
request:Â âCan I request a hobie brown x fem! reader who saves his life but almost dies. Like, sheâs super protective over him and one day theyâre fighting an anomaly.â
requested by: anonâ
word count: 2.8k
genre: angst with some fluff
Warnings: language, strangling, mentions of injuries, knives, mentions of stabbing, near-death experiences, murder, death, mentions of stitches, canon event happenings, kraven the hunter (he himself deserves a warning lmao), bruising, cuts, blood
A/N: angst be my favorite lol i hope you enjoy this anon! sorry for the torture hobie and (y/n) go through in this oops ALSO t-swift title bc i enjoy pain
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The minute you came to Spider Society, Hobie became your best friend. Literally, yâall hit it off immediately. The two of you were seemingly inseparable and made the best team out of all of the spiders. He was overly protective of you, and you were overly protective of him. Because of that, it wasnât surprising to anyone in the slightest when the two of you shared a kiss after a mission. Of course, for the two of you, it was an in the moment thing. Both of you were hurt and needed the other person to be okay and while the two of you were frantically making sure the other was alive and okay Hobie somehow ended up with his lips on yours out of relief you were still here. And then from that moment on you were together all the time romantically on top of being best friends.
Miguel noted this and started to try and send you two on missions without each other, but every time Hobie wouldnât listen and end up with you anyways. So, he had no choice but to send the two of you together. But he was always worried that one of you wouldnât be fast enough to save the other. And if that happened⊠well heâs seen enough Peterâs lose a Gwen to have a guess.
And today his fear nearly came true.
The two of you were on a mission going against a particularly difficult anomaly in his world. Of course, you and Hobie had taken on just as bad before and been fine, so going into it there wasnât really any concern. But during the fight, things were getting a little hairy. The two of you land on a building to regroup and rethink your methods of attack. âKravens fucking suck,â you growl, and Hobie nods. âCan always count on the bloody Russian wanker to make shit âarder âan it should be,â he frowns. âHow do all the damn Kravens know how to develop the damn spray to cancel out our senses?â you ask, rolling your shoulder back since he had hit you there earlier after numbing your spider sense. Hobie rubs it without a second thought. ââow bad âe getcha, love?â
âIâll be okay. Just pisses me off,â you mumble, and Hobie nods. âDonât push yâself, (Y/n), itâs not worth it. If Miguel wants to catch âis guy so bad âe can do it âimself,â Hobie says, and you shake your head. âWe can do this, just gotta come up with a new strategy.â
âRight, then. Weâll give âim hell like we did âat one time with Lizard in Milesâ dimension,â he suggests, and you nod. âSounds like a plan. We can even knock him off the top of the roof of this building. He may be strong but heâs not us.â Hobie nods.
âStay safe, (Y/n).â
âYou too, Hobie.â
With that, the two of you leap off the building, Hobie going directly in front of Kraven and taunting him while you went behind him, getting ready to strike. Unsurprisingly, it worked. The two of you got in quite a few punches, kicks, and hits, but this Kraven just⊠wasnât going down. The two of you didnât know this, but he was actually drugged up on some enhancer from his world, so his durability was even stronger than usual. And getting a few good hits in just pissed him off. The two of you were going in for a similar attack, Hobie going behind him this time to catch him off guard, except that didnât necessarily happen. Kraven caught him off guard. He turned around, grabbing Hobie by the throat. He gripped Kravenâs hands, trying to get them off, but his strength was too enhanced. Hobie actually felt panicked. Heâs been through things like this a lot, but now he had you. And not only that, you were here, with him.
And heâs supposed to be protecting you.
His eyes widen as he feels Kraven tighten his grip, cutting off his airflow completely. Now, he was really panicking. He was desperately trying to pry Kravenâs hands off his throat, but nothing seemed to be working. He subconsciously started glancing around, trying to find you. If he was going to die, he wanted you to be the last thing he saw. Not this overly muscled asshole currently murdering him. He heard him muttering some shit in Russian, but he was too preoccupied with his vision starting to get fuzzy and going black. By this point, bitter tears were falling down his face, and all he could think about was you. Heâd stopped fighting as hard at this point, mainly because he literally couldnât fight any harder than he was, weakly trying to get Kraveen off in any way he could think. But it just wasnât working. Nothing was working.
That is until Kraven got railed with a semi.
He let go of Hobie, and Hobie gasped for air. He fell to the ground, everything was hazy and he was too dizzy to stand up. He coughed, looking up at where the semi came from, and saw you. Kraven was angrily standing up again, and you were laser-focused on him. You charge at him, getting another good hit to his face. Hobie smirks, trying to stand, but realizes after he stumbles back down to that ground that he is nowhere near that point just yet. So he tries his best to take deep breaths and recover from what he just went through. But that leaves you alone fighting this piece of shit. He doesnât necessarily like that idea very much. His eyes donât leave you once. He knows how strong you are, but knowing how strong this anomaly is, worries him. So he calls for backup. Jessica answers, and he speaks. His voice is raspy, almost unrecognizable. âNeed âelp,â he starts, still staring at you, Â then he sees something that makes his entire body go numb.
Kraven punches you in the leg, and you suddenly stumble. You fall to the ground, and Kraven makes it a point to punch your other leg. And then both of your arms. Until you canât move. Hobieâs heart drops as he realizes heâs using his nerve punch against you. He kicks you, hard, punching you in the face this time. Then, he pulls out his bolo knife. Hobie is running before he can even process it, and he learns later on that in his moment Jess heard him scream in a way sheâs never heard before. He gets to Kraven and feels a searing pain spread across his chest, but he couldnât care less about himself in the moment. He reaches out for you, ready to shield you with his body so Kraven canât cut you again, but before he can grab you, Kraven picks you up by your throat, dangling you off the top of the building. You canât even fight back, all of your limbs are limp and you just have to endure the choking Hobie went through earlier. Kraven laughs. âDo anything to me, and I drop her.â
âLet âer go. Now.â
âWell, if you insist.â
He drops you. He drops you right off of the high rooftop the three of you are on. Hobie screams, but Kraven quickly grabs him, preventing him from saving you. Big mistake on his part. Hobie growls, punching Kraven directly in the face. He doesnât hold back. Kraven crumples to the ground, and Hobie jumps over the side of the building, trying to get to you as fast as he can. He doesnât give a fuck about capturing Kraven anymore. You canât move. You canât web away from this.
Youâre just falling.
Youâre happy you have your mask on because you worry that the fear in your eyes would break Hobie. Hobie feels the same about himself as he reaches out for you, but youâre too far away from him. He shoots a web out, connecting to your abdomen as you near the ground, webbing himself against the building so you wonât keep falling. So youâll be safe. He has to keep you safe.
To Miguel, heâs seen this scene a thousand times. The exact positioning, the panic, the way Spider-Man isnât rationally thinking in the moment and makes a web mistake that destroys him. Typically, Miguel would stand aside. This is technically a canon event multiple spiders go through. But something in him isnât accepting the two of you going through the event of losing the other.
 Canon event or not, Miguel wasnât about to let another spider die today.Â
Jess zooms over on her motorcycle, shooting webs out of her gloves to form a web of cushioning underneath of where you are about to hit the ground while Miguel leaps, shooting a web out to connect to your head to lessen the blow since he canât get to you in time. Luckily, the web below you mixed with Miguelâs precaution quite literally saved your life. Your head did bounce back a bit, yes, enough to give you whiplash, but you were alive. Albeit very injured, but alive. Hobie leaps down immediately, landing on the web and cradling you in his arms. He rips yours and his mask off, bringing his ear down to your lips to hear you breathing. Then he puts his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. Itâs only then that he can calm down slightly. But then he sees the knife wounds all over your body. He looks into your eyes, seeing tears as he wipes them away. Sometimes he wipes away his own tears that dripped down onto your face. âLove? (Y/n)? Can ya âear me?â he asks, but you just slowly blink at him.
Youâre too tired to listen. You canât really hear anything, but it breaks your heart to see Hobieâs face. The way heâs frantically trying to talk to you. You just donât have the energy to say anything. Heâs moving so much faster than you could even imagine moving right now. You can see Hobie mouthing to stay awake to you, but you canât hear his voice. You wish you could hear his voice. You love his voice. He gently slaps your cheek, pulling your attention back to him. He looks so sad. He starts getting fuzzy, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. You know heâs telling you to stay awake and you know you probably should, but youâre just so tired. And cold. But Hobie will hold you and make you feel warmer. So, a little nap should be fine.
Your losing consciousness scares the shit out of him. He holds you close to him, crying and mumbling that heâs sorry over and over again. He only stops when Miguel approaches him, telling him they have to get you back to Spider Society so they can take you to medical. âBut you have to let go of herâŠâ Hobie shakes his head. âNo. No, Iâll carry âer,â he says, and his voice sounds more like pleading than anything else. Miguel nods. âYou can do that. Letâs go.â Hobie stands as Miguel opens a portal, walking through it and holding you as close to him as he can. He frequently checks your pulse, panicking when he realizes itâs fainter than before. As soon as he steps foot back into Spider Society, youâre taken from him. He just has to watch as they take you away. Jessica is holding him back. âYou need medical attention too, Hobie. Come on,â she says, staring at the gnarly gash across his chest. He gets stitches, but the entire time he only asks about you. Heâs only thinking about you.
âWhat happened?â Miguel asks him after heâs all fixed up. Hobie shakes his head. âI wasnât fast enough,â he whispers. His voice is still raspier than usual and Miguel can clearly see bruising around his neck. âShe saved you, didnât she?â
ââŠI donât wanna talk abouâ it.â
âHobieââ
âYes. Okay? She did. Iâm alive cause she âelped me and when I needed to âelp her, I couldnât. I ainât fast enough,â Hobie snaps, and Miguel frowns. âHobie. This is the job. Sheâs okay now, butââ
âI donât give a fuck if itâs the fuckinâ job, Miguel! She got hurt on my watch!⊠This is my faultâŠâ
âNo. It isnât, itâs that Kravenâs⊠though I donât think weâll need to worry about him anytime soon,â Miguel says, and Hobie glances at him. âWhy?â
âYou forgot to pack your punches in your panic,â Miguel sighs, and Hobie nods. âFuckinâ good. Bloody bellend deserved it.â
Miguel shakes his head. âYou should be able to go see her now. We needed to stitch her up and give her some blood transfusions so sheâll probably be a little⊠drowsy if sheâs even awake. But you can see her.â Hobie immediately stands. âWhere is she?â
Miguel walks him to your room, motioning to Hobie that he can go inside. Hobie walks inside the hospital room and rushes to your bedside. He grabs your hand, rubbing it with his thumb. Youâre asleep, and he doesnât even want to try and wake you up. But he canât help but notice all the bruises and stitches all over your body. He canât stop staring at your injuries, but the one that really sticks out is the bruising around your neck. He had the same, but he would have gone through it twenty times if it meant you didnât have to. Heâs crying again, but he doesnât even make an effort to wipe the tears away. He just keeps staring at the injuries he couldnât prevent. âTake a picture, itâll last longer.â
His head snaps to your face. Your voice is as hoarse as his, yet youâre still looking at him with a tiny smile. ââow dâya feel?â he asks, quietly. You sigh. âBad. Head hurts really bad. Bodyâs sore. But itâs nothing I canât handle,â you say, and he nods, looking away from you slightly as a new wave of tears comes over him. You bring your other hand up to his face, wiping some of his tears away. âDonât cry, Hobie, Iâm okay,â you say, and he shakes his head no. âYouâre not okay. Youâre âurt. I couldnât âelp youâŠâ he whispers, and you frown. âNo. I should have helped you sooner.â
âDonât you say âat.â
âThen donât you say bad things about yourself,â you say, and he just looks down. âHobie⊠look at me.â He raises his head, looking at your face. âIâm alive, okay?â
âBut you almostââ
âWho cares what âalmost happened.â It didnât happen, yeah? Iâm here, breathing, talking to you,â you urge, and he shakes his head. âI care. Always gonna care, love,â he whispers, placing his hand on yours on his face, holding it there. You rub his cheek with your thumb, and he lets out a shaky breath. âI killed âim, yâknow?â
âIâm so surprised,â you say sarcastically, and a ghost of a smile graces his face. But it disappears as fast as it came. âReally, though. âm sorry, (Y/n). This shouldnâta âappened to ya,â he mumbles. You shake your head. âItâs okay, Hobie. You did your best,â you say, and he sighs. âYa sound tired.â
âI am⊠apparently getting stabbed and cut multiple times makes you lose a lot of blood. Who would have thought, right?â you joke, and Hobie shakes his head. âGo to sleep, love.â
âOnly if you join me.â
âYa stable enough for âat?â he asks, hesitating just because of your recovery process. âIâll be a lot less stable if I donât get to hold you, Hobart,â you say, and he shakes his head. âIâm rubbinâ off on ya too much.â
âImpossible.â You scoot over, and he lays down. You wrap your arms around him as he places his head on your chest. Hearing your heartbeat is soothing to him right now. He gently wraps his arm around your waist, careful not to agitate your wounds. You rub his arm for a few moments before falling asleep. Now that he knows youâre okay(ish) and that youâre alive, he suddenly feels very tired. Maybe itâs just the lull of your heartbeat, but he falls asleep shortly after you.
Jess and Miguel look inside the room. âYou interfered with a canon event,â Jess says, and Miguel shrugs. âI donât like when spiders die.â
âSure. Thatâs the only reason,â Jess mutters, softly smiling at the two of you. It was cute how in love the two of you were, even after a near-death experience on both ends. Peter B. Parker appears behind them, looking into the room and covering Maydayâs eyes. âOh, shitâ I mean shoot. Donât tell your mom. What did I miss, you guys?â
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i love you more than i can ever scream
finnick odair x reader
synopsis: you wonder if finnickâs sacrifice was truly worth it
ââââââââââââââââââ
you sighed deeply, hoping to contain your feelings for when you were alone. but as katniss neared to sit down next to you, you flinched, âstop. please.â your voice quivered and you looked down, knowing that if you looked up, your face would be covered with tears.
finnick was gone. he had died, a horrible, painful death.
katniss stopped in her tracks and she sniffled, âiâm sorry. im so sorry.â her voice was hoarse. you looked up and met her eyes. âfinnick and i both knew what the consequences could be, if this were to happen. i- i just didnât think it actually would.â you whispered, quietly and moved to slump back down on the ground.
your face felt hot as you saw the group just overhead. you had lumped in with johanna, you had parted from her the moment you saw his familiar head of hair. but there was fog all around them, and you screamed as you recognized what it was.
âfinnick! run!â you screamed, but it was useless, for they were too far, and the fog was too close to them.
johanna dragged you away, âwe have to go!â and you screamed as the fog took him with katniss and peeta.
âfinnick wouldâve voted-â annieâs voice echoed out into the room and you slammed your hands down on the table, all the attention turning to you. you realized with a deep pang that this was the only time they all had voluntarily looked at you, without any pity lining their eyes.
usually everyone gave you bowed heads, whispers and awkward smiles. but now, there was the flash of acknowledgment that you were still a person.
the sinking feeling that he was in danger didnât leave you alone, and you walked through the jungle, hoping that you would find them. and you did, you found katniss and peeta holding finnick in the water. you screamed, running towards them, your hands shaky and your palms sweaty, you kneeled down next to finnick and watched as his eyes opened to see you. as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, he heaved deeply, ây/n..â he whispered.
âyou donât get to say what finnick would or wouldnât say. you donât get to say that.â your voice came out as evenly as you had hoped and she faltered, âi-â you shook your head and annie quieted, âthis is all bullshit.â you stood up, the chair kicking back with force that it hit the wall with a cracking sound.
you shouted his name as he ran after katniss, hoping to stop her as she frantically ran back into the jungle. but you saw her screaming, and finnick began to whip his head around as he too, began to scream.
silence met your ears and you felt disoriented. finnickâs face was nothing but anguish as he cupped his ears, and birds, jabberjays, flew all around him and katniss.
peeta too had ran after them, and he launched himself against the force field that kept them apart. you neared the force field and stood speechless, watching finnick scream in pain.
the pain of his death still felt fresh. it all did. you felt like a ghost most of the time, you hardly felt apart of the revolution at this point, feeling like they only kept you around because your husband had paid a price they couldnât pay back.
âyou need to get a grip.â johanna had tried her best to be there for you, even if she was still recovering from the things the capitol had done to her, she had made a promise.
you shook your head, âstop. just stop, okay? im not strong enough for this, itâs eating me alive.â you sighed, âeveryday i wake up and he isnât next to me, i feel like a shell of who i am.â
johanna grabbed your hands and held them tightly, âhe wouldnât have wanted this for you. he probably wouldâve given you some harsh pep talk, made you spar with him and call it a day.â you laughed weakly, knowing she was right.
you nodded, âthank you.â johanna nodded, âanything for you, just like finnick did, i do too.â
you looked down at your hands with hers and realized that maybe telling johanna would be a good thing.
âiâm pregnant.â your voice didnât feel like your own as you finally said the thing that had been in the back of your mind for weeks now.
âis it-â she spoke slowly and you whispered, knowing what she meant âyes.â
the silence was deafening as your bodies collided. you grabbed the fabric of his shirt tight in your hands and cried hard, âoh finnick.â you hadnât known when you would see him again, but here he was, his calloused hands running up and down your back, he kissed your forehead, ây/n..â his voice sounded shaky and you looked up at him and he smiled, his eyes twinkling brightly.
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MESSY -
[ot7 x reader]
LAYOVER OUT NOW!!
8 participants - 8 online
âââââââââââ
jin: guys i kinda feel like the tae hate train is so forced spent 24 hours with him and heâs not even that bad
y/n: pretty sure this is what people call stockholm syndrome. wishing you a speedy recovery đđœ
tae: i could cry jin wow thank u for this đ
jimin: savejin2023
namjoon: wow
hobi: i think iâm about to get jumped
yoongi: be safe
hobi: that does not help me at all
yoongi: never being nice again hope it hurts real bad and ur in hospital for 7 weeks
namjoon: why would people want to jump you?
hobi: idk namjoon let me turn around and ask them
fucking BITCH
i hate you
namjoon: ok then
y/n: where is ur security at??
hobi: toilet
y/n: yikes
gl !!!!!
tae: do you need me to come help?
you know i can get down and dirty
real dirty
jimin: tae stfu
someone record it
tae: say the word hoseok and iâll be there
hobi: saying no words
tae: be like that then
jin you would let me save you right đ„ș
jin: no
tae: wtf????
why not
jin: stop speaking to me
tae: I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?
jin: i said you werenât that bad not that we were friends
chill out
tae: I WILL NOT âCHILL OUTâ
you fucking BITCH
jin: excuse me????
you better watch ur mouth
y/n: ladies thatâs enough break it up!!
jin: he fucking started it ugly slut
tae: DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT HE CALLED ME AN UGLY SLUT
AN
UGLY SLUT
HES CROSSED THE LINE
LET ME AT HIM
jin: COME AT ME THEN
jimin: heâs asking you to cum thatâs crazy
yoongi: gross as hell
hobi: i was not jumped
yoongi: shame
hobi: shame?
yoongi: shame.
tae: i do not fuck with you like that jin what the hell
namjoon: where is jungkook?
jk: iâm busy
i just ate glass by accident
namjoon: you what
jk: pls leave me alone
i ate glass
y/n: heâs bleeding
jk: i ate glass
tae: something is telling me jungkook ate glass but idk
jk: i did just eat glass
tae: no way lol
jk: yes way
leave me me now
hobi: he ate glass?
jin: lol
jk: yes
bye now
jimin: is he like ok??
y/n: heâs bleeding i said this already
yoongi: how do you accidentally eat glass?
y/n: beats me
tae: JUNGKOOK BEATS YOU???
WITH GLASS?
y/n: what
jimin: anyways
can we find out what the fuck namjoon is training for
why is he always working out?
should i be prepared to the end of the world or something
what does he know that we donât
y/n: think heâs just a slut tbh
namjoon: ?
jin: be honest namjoon
are you working for the government?
namjoon: technically we all work for the government
jimin: ur so annoying
yoongi: âtechnically we all work for the governmentâ đ€âđŒ
hobi: who is we????????
i know i donât work for the government
i work for the people
y/n: right like tf is he on about?
tae: why has no one congratulated me
jin: are you pregnant?
jimin: congrats!! boy or girl??
tae: nvm
namjoon: btw iâm not having a party for my birthday this year
yoongi: thought ur birthday passed already?
namjoon: no?
hobi: what year were you born joon?
namjoon: 1994
tae: CRAZY
namjoon: we are 1 year apart?
tae: 1 year itâs a long time
y/n: youâre so old omg :( hope you donât die soon
namjoon: iâm not old
jimin: see how jin and yoongi arenât speaking rn
says a lot doesnât it?
yoongi: maybe i donât like you?
jimin: maybe ur old as hell?
jin: age shaming is real guys
iâm done fighting this battle
tae: age defeated you?
jin: donât start with me again
y/n: heâll ask you to cum again
jin: right
wait no wtf
I WILL NOt
hobi: ewww jin is so gross
jin: IM NOT
hobi: EWWWWWWWW
jin: STOP IM NOT PLS I SWEAR
jimin: iâm asking this not because i care but cuz it would be real funny if the answer was yes
did jungkook die??
yoongi: letâs pray
namjoon: are you friends with him now?
yoongi: LOL
iâm praying that heâs dead
y/n: be nice yoongi
yoongi: never :p
jk: raise ur hand if you also think the jungkook hate train is forced
jimin: *cuts off both hands*
tae: donât think he died
yoongi: no shit
tae: iâll raise my hand for you kook
jin: i take back my my opening statement
gf was right it was stockholm syndrome
jk: GF??????
yoongi: donât call her that
y/n: told you
jin: thank god iâm cured now đđ»
tae: all men do is lieâŠ
y/n: real
tae: PICK A SIDE
y/n: FUCK YOU
tae: you about that freaky life lol??
we can if you want lol
đđđ
jk: you will be the next glass victim
tae: woah????
namjoon: jungkook how did you end up eating glass?
hobi: or did the glass end up eating you?
jk: lightbulb in my mouth
jimin: ??
jk: i put a lightbulb in my mouth
namjoon: whyâŠ
jk: leave me alone pls
yoongi: stupid
jk: ur stupid
jimin: iâm gonna kill myself in front of tae and jungkook to forever change their bond and the trajectory of their lives
tae: wtf
hobi: NO CUZ IF I WAS A CAT AND HAD 9 LIVES I WOULD USE ONE TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE HEAD IN FRONT OF THEM
namjoon: okay!
jk: i donât like that
jimin: thatâs the point
tae: be honest iâve been getting better like iâm better honestly like before i was a little bit gone but iâve changed fr
jin: me trying to convince the nurse to let me out the psych ward
y/n: tae literally explained the whole omegaverse in detail to me yesterday
what about that screams better?
tae: ok so i wanted to share some knowledge with you i donât see the issue..
namjoon: omegaverse?
y/n: DONT ASK QUESTIONS JOON IM BEGGING YOU DO NOT OH MY GOD
tae: iâll tell you namjoon
iâll share my knowledge
step into my office
namjoon: um
jimin: you do not have an office
hobi: lowkey olive oil and carrots taste good af
y/n: ew??
jin: gross
jk: not true it tastes like a tesla model x tyre
namjoon: that very specific
like VERY specific
jimin: jungkook why do you know what that tastes like?????
jk: i be in situations
yoongi: have you ever experienced serious head truma?
jk: i had a dream namjoon spiked me and ran my head over with a motorcycle once
namjoon: oh
y/n: my little vivid dreamer >3<
jk: hehehe yeah >3<
jimin: ur a 26 year old man
never fucking hehehe in this chat again
y/n: why canât 26 year old men hehehe what is this discrimination???
hobi: born to hehehe forced to lol đ
jk: iâm so upset now
jimin: good
tae: call me ben cuz all my bitches 10
y/n: what?
jin: 10?????
namjoon: ???
jk: ben
hobi: yikes
jimin: get the police on the phone
tae: WAIT
THAT DID NOT GO THE WAY I WANTED IT TO
yoongi: flop
tae: what if we all just started a yoongi hate train
what could be do to stop us
absolutely nothing
yoongi: what if i took a ss and sent that ben line to the police
jimin: he got you
y/n: crazy
tae: nvm lol
namjoon: jungkook donât go on twitter
jk: DISPATCH SAYING Y/N AND SCOUPS ARE DATING
namjoon: too late
jk: THERE ARE PHOTOS OHMYGODIDJ
OHMYGO72&&3:&:&:&
OHMUSHEEINGODODSKSKDJDJJ
ÂŁÂŁ&&&&@@@âmmmm
HKEODH
WHY IS SHE KISSING HIM
OHBMY GIF
WHY IS SHE KISSING HIM
yoongi: wait what?
jin: no way they caught her like that
jk: IM GINNA PASS OUY OH MY GOF
jimin: didnât that man just have surgery?
y/n leave that poor man alone!
tae: THIS IS FEMINISM
no i lied
nvm i donât like this at all
i tried to be happy for you but i just canât
what can he do that i canât
hobi: rap idk
tae: hobi can you shut up pls
hobi: zipped it locked it and iâve put it in my pocket
jk: TELL ME ITS FAKE TELL ME ITS FAKE OHMYGOD
yoongi: wow she really is kissing him in the picture
thatâs insane
wow lmao
thatâs crazy
y/n: itâs a kiss on the cheek?
jin: why the hell is he in a wheelchair
hobi: maybe her kiss made him weak in the knees
heâs so real for that
tae: YOU DID NOT ZIP IT YOU LIAR
hobi: đ€
y/n: it was just after seungcheol left the hospital
after his surgery
jin: wow not the first name
thatâs crazy
jk: OHMY HOD YOUVE KILLED ME
IM DEAD
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KILL ME
IM GONE
y/n: ur still talking to us
you are in fact alive
jk: hello are you a friend of jungkook
this is his mother heâs dead
my baby is dead
jimin: how long have you guys been fucking??
y/n: i have not been fucking that man
yoongi: but youâve been kissing him
y/n: ON THE CHEEK
this is NOT a big deal
like at all
namjoon: i agree
tae: iâll slit your throat
namjoon: what
tae: i will cut your throat open
never agree with her again
jin: he lowkey a slut cuz how he let you kiss on him in open like that
sounds like a set up to me
he wanted the people to know
y/n: there is nothing to know
seungcheol is the bff
nothing more
jk: IM THE BFF
I AM THE BFF THATS SICK WHAT IS UR ISSUE
WE LIVE TOGETHER WHY IS HE THE BFF YOU SEE ME EVERY DAY NOT HIM
y/n: thought you were dead?
jk: hello this is mother jungkook was my son not ur bff??
jimin: mother jungkook?
tae: as ur bf i donât agree with this kiss it was really crossing boundaries pls apologise and give me his address so we can talk man 2 man
y/n: shut up
tae: ok lol you want me so bad
namjoon: she literally did not say that at all
tae: if you want to keep ur throat together shut the HELL UP
yoongi: are you dating him?
y/n: no
hobi added seungcheol to the LAYOVER OUT NOW!!
jimin: NO WAY
hobi: whoops!!!!!!!
jin: THIS IS INSANEEE
namjoon: letâs not fight pls đ
tae: YOU
seungcheol: Hello?
jk: omg he has auto caps on iâm gonna throw up
yoongi: back off
y/n: pls ignore them cheol and feel free to leave!!!!
jk: OH MY GOFD THE NICKNAME IM GONNA STABMYSELF OHMYGODIDJDKDNJFJFKFNFMFMCKFJFJFK
seungcheol: Should i be worried rn lol?
Also hi everyone âșïž
hobi: hiiiiiiiiiii
jimin: so ur y/nâs bff right?
seungcheol: Yup
tae: KILL YOURSELF
namjoon: he didnât mean that
tae: I DID
namjoon: he didnât honestly
yoongi: whatâs ur address?
y/n: do not answer that
jin: did you see the dispatch photos?
seungcheol: I did i was about to call y/n
canât believe they caught us like that đ
jimin: wow today is a great day
yoongi: wdym caught?? you two arenât even dating so they caught you guys doing nothing
like that was nothing
jk: 2&&2838;8;:7:&:&;&:&38293@:@.@:@@;9.&:&:&:&:&:&:&&.&:@/&2&3&3&:&:&,&:&:&:&&.&:&:&:&&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&&:&:,&;&&:&:&:.&&.&.&:&:&:&.&.&.&.&.&:&:&:&:&&..&ÂŁ,âxjxxjjdjjxjsmnzjjdjdjzjsidiididiidicidididididsidjdjdjdjdjdjjdjdjdjdididididididjjxixididididididiidjdjdjdjxjdjdkmdkdkxkxkxkdkjjdxjjdjxjxjcjxjxjxjxjxjxjxjdjdjdjdjdjdjjxxjxjxjjxxjxkjxxjjdjjdjdjxjdjdjdjxjxjxjxjxjjxjxjsjdjxjxjjddjjdjdjxj
seungcheol: Is he ok?
namjoon: yes
jimin: no
tae: SCOUPS IS A SHIT STAGE NAME BTW
hobi: urs is literally the letter v
jin: is she a good kisser?
seungcheol: The best âșïž
y/n removed seungcheol from LAYOVER OUT NOW!!
y/n: THAT IS ENOUGH
tae: WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT
yoongi: add him back
jimin: MESSYY
jk: where to purchase gun
sorry this isnât google
hobi: wow that was intense guys
y/n: never speak to me again hoseok
hobi: đ„ș
ily
namjoon: iâm sure this will die down in a few days
tae: ur throat is not safe
namjoon: ???
are you trying to fuck me rn
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