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crheativity · 6 months

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Can we get a part three of This with riddle and Ruggie?? Thank you! 💜 it's fine if you can't do it btw!

SUMMARY: Someone's picked a fight with Prefect! But he isn't going to let anyone hurt you anymore. Not on his watch. Part 3! Part 1 w/ Cater and Azul can be found here, and part 2 w/ Vil and Silver can be found here.

WARNING: Riddle calls someone a coward. Also the words idiot and jerk are in his part. People get hurt in Ruggie’s part but it isn’t really gory or anything

COMMENTS: I’m so sorry this took so long, my hands have been in a lot of pain the past couple months and are only starting to get better 🥲 I hope you enjoy it! Ruggie and Riddle were super good ideas for this prompt, this was so much fun to write! Thank you for the request! Also, if anyone has any ideas for more characters they’d like for this series, feel free to send in a request!

It must be raining.

You were just out in a storm. That’s all.

That would explain the crack of thunder that collided with your face and gave you a throbbing headache. The warm liquid blurring your vision and dripping out of your mouth and nose was just the rain, not some unholy mix of blood and tears. The chills that froze you where you stood was just humidity and the cold, not adrenaline and raw fear.

And yet, even with your desperate brain trying to come up with some reasonable explanation, the only thunderstorm you could see in front of you was a student you couldn’t recognise. Not with your head pounding like this. Not with the thunder in your ears.

There was something about the boy that scared you. That wasn’t uncommon - this school was full of terrifyingly promising mages. But the scariest thing wasn’t how he wielded his magical pen with deadly accuracy, or how strong he so evidently was.

It was just how much he seemed to be enjoying the mix of horror and pain, of blood and tears, that must have been so evidently and delicately splashed across your face.

His smile twisted as he raised his pen again, something in those cruel eyes of his setting off alarm signals in your aching head.

“This’ll teach you not to meddle where you don’t belong.”

The pen glowed, pure magic surrounding it as he prepared to shoot. His sadistic eyes were alight with entertainment. He knew what he was about to do. He didn’t care.

You squeeze your eyes shut and braced for the lightning.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Your eyes snapped open just in time to see the lightning, arcing gracefully yet violently through the air.

Aiming straight for your assailant’s neck.

“What the- hey! Get this thing off of me!” The boy snapped, tugging at the heart shaped collar that had just appeared around his neck.

“I most certainly will not!”

Spinning around, you saw two boys making their way towards you. One was tall with short green hair, glasses, and a familiar symbol - a club - painted just below his left eye. He looked worried, his gaze flicking from you, to your assailant, to his companion and back again.

The second boy made your heart skip a beat.

His small frame shook with rage. His face, twisted with anger, had become as red as his hair. He marched straight past you, heading towards your assailant, his magical pen gripped tightly in his hand.

Uh oh.

The moment Riddle Rosehearts decides to get involved, heads roll.

“How dare you?!” He yelled. “Using magic in a fight is a clear violation of the rules! Did you think you could just shamelessly flaunt your rule-breaking and expect me not to see it?! And attacking the magic-less prefect of all people! If you really must break the rules, at least fight someone on an equal footing as you, coward!”

The courtyard was dead silent as Riddle verbally ripped into the student, chewing him out for several rule violations and other discourtesies.

“But the prefect started it-!” Your assailant protested.

“I don’t know what history you and the prefect may have, but in this instance you attacked without provocation and without warning!” Riddle huffed. “And don’t try to lie to me. I saw the whole thing.”

The boy visibly deflated. There was no getting out of this for him.

“I want to see your student ID. Now.” Riddle ordered.

The boy sighed, pulled his ID out of his bag and handed it to Riddle.

“Ah, Pomefiore, hm? Be thankful you’re not in Heartslabyul,” he snapped, handing the ID back to the student. “Although,” he added, “Vil Schoenheit is certainly not the most lenient of housewardens. He will deal with you appropriately.”

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder. Looking up, you realised Trey Clover had stopped next to you.

He gave you a small, strained smile. “Are you alright, Prefect?”

Riddle glanced back over at you, a little startled. It appeared he had forgotten you were here.

“I’m alright… I think.” You managed, sending both the dormleader and vice-dormleader a smile.

Riddle’s face somehow got even redder and he looked away. You would’ve thought it almost funny if the world hadn’t started spinning. You quickly grabbed Trey’s arm to steady yourself.

“Maybe not.” You added.

Trey reached over to support you. “Riddle, you know more first aid than I do. I’ll take him to Pomefiore and explain the situation to Vil, but maybe you should take care of the Prefect or something?”

“Very well.” Riddle made his way over to you, reaching out to support you. He gently led you over to a bench and pulled out a handkerchief.

“Please pardon me, I’m going to administer first aid to you now.” He spoke stiffly. You nodded dazedly, and then felt a pang of regret as your headache tripled in intensity. You focused on breathing steadily as he cleaned the blood from your face and examined your injuries.

“You’ll have a couple of bruises, but nothing serious, thankfully.” He sighed in relief and instructed you to apply pressure to your nose and angle your head downwards to stem the bleeding.

Slowly but surely, the bleeding stopped. Riddle sat with you quietly the entire time, silently supporting you. You got the impression that he didn’t quite know what to say or do, and just how close you both were wasn’t helping matters. That was alright, though. Just having him here was enough.

“Prefect…” Riddle spoke so quietly you weren’t even sure he’d spoken. He was looking away from you, his face a light pink colour. He seemed embarrassed.

“What’s up?”

Riddle took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. “I… apologise for losing my temper back there. And also for not arriving and stopping him sooner. I’m truly sorry.”

You stared at him for a moment, then cracked a smile. “It’s alright. Although it would’ve been nice not to get hurt in the first place, it’s not your fault at all. You aren’t the idiot who tried to hurt me anyway.”

Riddle flinched at your ‘swear’. “Prefect!”

You grinned mischievously. “Wha-at? There’s no rule against calling someone an idiot, is there? Besides, you called him a coward earlier. If I’m going to get in trouble for calling someone an idiot then you should get in trouble for calling someone a coward.”

Riddle smiled and shook his head, his cheeks slightly pink. “Well then, I suppose I’ll have to watch my tongue. As Heartslabyul dorm leader, I simply must set a good example for my dorm members. Which means I must refrain from calling people… jerks.”

You gasped and clapped your hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. “Riddle!”

His eyes lit up as you said his name. He looked at you so gently, so lovingly as you struggled not to laugh that you felt your face going warm.

Wouldn’t it be nice to stay like this forever….?

A yell of pain shot through the air, wrenching your eyes open in fear. Stumbling backwards, you drank in the scene in front of you before realising in horror what had happened.

Someone had jumped in front of you.

A beastman, to be more specific.

The boy stood protectively in front of you, breathing hard, hackles raised. He had dirty blond hair and an outfit much too big for him. His right hand was gripped tightly around his magical pen, his left was holding his right shoulder. Blood was beginning to fall at his feet.

Wait, blood?

Scanning him again quickly and you saw them: shards of ice crystals stuck out of his shoulder at every angle. Your stomach twisted and you felt the bile rise in the back of your throat.

“Prefect, go!”

“But-“

The boy turned at you and snarled. “Run!”

You stumbled backwards, stunned. A spell - another gift from your assailant - flew by your ear. Scrambling backwards, you cast your eyes around to find a place to hide.

There!

Sprinting over and sliding into the hiding spot, you peaked your head around and watched.

It was brutal.

The boy who saved you - the boy you now recognise as your crush, Ruggie Bucchi - fought viciously, yet his opponent was not the kind to give up easily. For every spell Ruggie had, this boy somehow managed to dodge or deflect almost every single one of them, and fire off a few of his own.

Come on, Ruggie. You thought. Please be okay.

Ripping your gaze from the fight, you pulled a packet of wipes from your bag and forced yourself to clean your wounds. Anything to distract from what was going on.

After all, there was no way you could help. You were magicless after all, so it was probably best to just leave things to those who could fight, right?

…Right?

A yell of pain forced your attention back on the fight. Both boys were now breathing hard, blood strewn across the courtyard. From the looks of things, neither boy could beat the other. Ruggie couldn’t break a hole in his defence and the other boy could barely hit Ruggie, who was sprinting and dodging like his life depended on it.

“Stay still, mutt!” The boy snapped, firing off spell after spell.

Ruggie didn’t even respond. His concentration remained on dodging and finding a weak point, but your assailant didn’t leave him time to cast a spell.

He just needed an opening.

Steeling yourself, you grabbed a rock and snuck around the two of them. You adjusted your grip on the rock.

Please, don’t let this hit anyone. You prayed, then stepped out into the open.

“HEY DIPSTICK, OVER HERE!” You yelled as loud as you could and then hurled the rock in his direction.

The boy whirled around and deflected the rock with magic in an instant. Seeing you, he seized his chance and prepared to fire off another spell. You squeezed your eyes tight and held your hands in front of your face.

“Laugh with me!”

No spell came. Opening your eyes, you saw the boy in front of you, clearly angry. He walked towards you rigidly, as if he was trying to do anything but that. He pulled his student ID out of his bag and handed it to you.

Then he turned around and walked away. Your eyes followed him as he walked a ways off, then stopped.

The boy whirled around, his magical pen aimed directly at you and began to cast-

And then was immediately knocked off his feet from a blast of wind magic.

Someone grabbed your arm. “C’mon Prefect, now’s when we run-“

Ruggie ran hard, tugging you along with him as you dodged through crowds of people, eventually slowing to a stop in front of some empty classrooms.

You gasped for breath and put your hands on your knees, trying to recover from your sprint. Glancing up, you saw Ruggie leaning against the wall, breathing hard.

He looked awful.

His shoulder looked worse, his uniform was singed and he smelled of smoke. He had countless scratches and scrapes. Yet despite all this, he caught your eye and smiled painfully.

“What… whatcha starin’ at, Prefect?” He panted, clearly exhausted.

“Your shoulder…” you managed. His smile fell and he shrugged - then grimaced.

“‘S fine. Don’t need to worry, shishish-“ he cursed and winced.

You walked over to him and looked him over. His face was ever so slightly pink as he looked away. He shook slightly as you tugged off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

Pulling out your packet of wipes, you looked up at him. “This okay?”

He glanced at you briefly, his face still pink, his ears flat against his head. He looked away again. “‘S whatever.” He mumbled.

You gently cleaned up his cuts and scrapes. Looking at his shoulder injury, you sighed. “I can’t do anything about that one. I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.”

“But-“ he protested, but fell silent when you cut him off.

“No buts. That’s serious, Ruggie. I’ll buy you doughnuts if you let me take you.” You added, hoping the bribe would work.

He hesitated, then smiled at you. “Fine. Shishishi, if I didn’t know better, I’d guess you’d care for me or somethin’.”

You simply stared at him.

He went red. “P-prefect-? Got somethin’ you wanna say? Haha…”

“Come on,” you said with a smile and a sigh. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

“Okay.”

What a dummy. You thought as you pulled him along. I think I love him.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

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calypsocolada · 9 months

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COOK | v. sanji

(click here for part two!!!)

synopsis: you're half dead when a cook finds and feeds you. authors note: i had to. i started one peice a little over a month ago and i fall in love easy. this is kind of a rewrite of the baratie arc :) cw: lots of ANGST, near death, dehydration/starvation, blood, gore, violence wc: 5.3k (phew)

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The ocean had never looked more daunting in the entirety of sailing it until now. The boat rocked beneath you, your body moving weakly with each wave that smashed against the side. You're not sure how long you’d been floating through the open sea, you’d lost count of the days. Your body no longer felt like it belonged to you, you didn’t have enough strength to lift your hand to shield the baring sun from your eyes. You stared at a point far off in the ocean. The same point you'd been staring at for days, or was, everything around you looked the same. Under the sun you felt yourself cooking but you let it happen, not like there was anywhere to shield yourself on this small paddle boat. You moved your fingers, feeling the scratches in the wood you had made, you’d tallied everyday you’d been lost out here. You stopped counting after seventeen. Slowly your eyes fell closed. A gentle wind picked up, your hair blowing against your face, you didn’t move it. A sharp wave hit the side of the boat, jerking you to the floor and you let yourself fall, cheek pressing into the wood of the bottom. Through the wood you could hear the calming waves. It was the only thing calming about this entire situation. You had been running away from someone, running straight to death.

You were gonna die out here, you’d been resigned to that for the past two days. No one would care that you were gone, the crew probably didn’t even notice you were gone. Your father, his spiteful words being the reason you set sail, would certainly not care if you died. He constantly reminded you that you’d probably be better use to him dead. Something welled in your eyes. Crying? Out here in the open sea where you ran out of fresh water a few days ago. No, that would be wasteful. Just as soon as the tears formed they were dried up and you wondered if you’d imagined it. You let your eyes wander closed one last time, you felt it, the claws of death, it was strange. Like a cold embrace to your heated skin. You let it envelope you, let your heart slow and your breathing dissipate. It wouldn't be so bad. Everything would stop hurting.

“Uhm, excuse me miss, are you alright?” A voice? No it was certainly in your mind.

“I don’t think she’s alright, Luffy, I think she’s dead.” Another voice chimed in, the claws of death had you, you couldn’t open your eyes. You felt your boat shift as though someone jumped onto it, it rocked violently for a second as someone laughed.

“Don’t tip it!” A girl hissed. You heard her but she sounded far away, or far above you you couldn’t tell.

“Miss?” The voice in your boat asked, so close they almost sounded real. You felt a soft hand push you slightly onto your back.

“Luffy,” A man’s voice admonished. “She’s dead.”

“She’s still breathing, I think she’s dehydrated.” You’re scooped up into skinny arms and heaved off the wooden floor. For a moment you feel like your floating.

Suddenly you’re tossed over the fills the air around you as your eyes shoot open. You struggle in vain against the rough tide pulling you under, a scream escaping your lips, only bubbles forming. The water had wrapped around you, like that cold embrace from before, it grabbed your body and pulled you deeper and deeper. You forced your eyes shut. You heard the distant plunge of someone diving in after you. You feel strong arms wrap around you, gently yanking you up to the surface and onto the wooden floor. Your coughing and sputtering, spitting up water as you crack your eyes back open, bright sun beaming down.

“Idiot!” A man to your left growled.

“I thought the water would help!” The boy who had thrown you (you guessed) ran over, his hand gently patting your back as you tried to recover. You heard a sharp smack and the boy yelped. Warmer hands rubbed small circles into your back, as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

“She’s not a fish, chore boy!” The man beside you hissed, keeping his voice low. You raised your hand weakly to shield the sun from your eyes.

There were three people standing around you, and one kneeling directly at your side. A man with green hair and three swords, a girl with red hair and bright clothes, and a boy with a wide smile and a straw hat. You looked at them puzzled, finally catching your breath. You turned slightly to look at the man who saved you. He was lanky, all long legs. He was in a nice suit and tie, which was drenched, strange for someone out at sea to wear. He had shaggy blond hair, the wet strands sticking to his forehead and a serious look on his face.

That was until he saw you looking at him. Suddenly a smile as bright as the sun fitted to his lips.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a voice just meant for you to hear. You must’ve been dead already, you tried to talk but your throat was dry and scratchy and as the adrenaline wore off you slumped.

“Oh my god, she died!” The boy in the straw hat gasped, you heard another sharp smack.

“Shut up, idiot, she just needs some food and water.” The girl said. You felt the man beside you scoop you up into his arms and you tried to protest, you weren’t some princess in need of saving, but you were still in need of saving and had no strength in your body to protest. So you let him carry you pff somewhere, you weren’t really sure where you even were in the first place and if you really were really alive.

If you were in your right mind you would’ve cut this mans hands off by now, not because he was being inappropriate (which he wasn’t) but because you didn’t like to be touched.

He sat you down, carefully helped you hold a cup of water to down and wiped your chin when you coughed some of it up. You opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings. You were in a kitchen, bright and airy, pans and stoves. A kitchen? Weren't you just in the middle of the sea? He’d propped you up against a wall and left another cup of water near you as he cooked. You could really see him now. He was tall, so tall he ducked under some pans that hung low. He looked like a businessman, definitely not some cook. You reached and pulled the cup of water to your lips and he turned at your movement.

“Feeling a bit better?” He asks caringly. You don’t talk to him, you just downed the cup then slump sideways. He’s there in mere seconds to catch you before you fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry, should’ve laid you down somewhere.” He gently helped you sit back up and leaned you back against the wall.

“Sanji!” A voice fumed from the door. It startled you both. The man, Sanji, in front of you straightened. “Do you know who that is?” You looked over to who was speaking. A large man, and when you say large you mean easily over six five, he was huge. He had aqua hair, a bandana wrapped around his head, and one of the strangest mustache/beard combos you’d ever seen. He had his large arms crossed over his even bigger chest. He looked at you with hatred in his eyes. He knew who you were, though it wasn’t like you were hiding it.

“A pretty girl on the verge of dying?” Sanji asked as the man growled like a dog. His eyes squinted as he pointed menacingly at your torn jacket.

“Idiot! I swear! She’s a Krieg pirate! Look at the patch on her jacket!” The man said as Sanji turned to you but you kept your eyes on the man. You were raised very differently from others, pushed to the edge, battered and beat and polished into something only a monster could love, but in the end the monster never loved you.

Sanji reached out, your eyes sliding to his hand. He had long tan fingers as he smoothed down the side of your jacket, revealing a skull and crossbones with two red hourglass looking things on either side. Sanji must’ve not known much about the Krieg pirates because he shrugs, walking to stir some of the food he was cooking. The large cook eyes you as he steps closer to Sanji, you slowly tilt your head at him. You weren’t afraid, you’d taken out bigger men than him.

“You’re not listening, kid-”

“Stop calling me kid,” Sanji bites, turning the heat on the stove down a bit. “I know who the Krieg pirates are but I don’t care. If I see someone dying and hungry I’m making them something to eat.” Sanji says. You look at him, really look at him. He knew where you’d come from and he didn’t care. He probably knew the moment he saved you, knew it when he took you inside this kitchen and helped you drink water. You swallowed something down, something rising in your chest. True kindness was something you knew nothing about, you’d never really been shown it before. But this, him plating something for you to eat, bringing it over to where you sat slumped, you thought that was kind. He helped you sit up, you took another drink of water before weakly grabbing the fork. It was some kind of soup, probably knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep real food down. He was kind and thoughtful.

“You’re a fool! She’s not just a Krieg pirate, there’s no other women on the whole ship.” The man exasperates, running a hand over his short hair in frustration.

“Patty, would you hush up.”

“She’s the only woman on that ship for a reason, Sanji. Tell me you at least know that.” The cook, Patty asks. You were still too weak to talk, too uncaring about anything but this delicious soup. Your hand shook as you brought the spoon to your mouth, savoring in the warmth sliding down your throat. You felt your stomach slowly stop hurting. Felt yourself regaining strength, regaining a sense of reality. You hadn’t died, realizing that now, had your eyes slowly gazing up at Sanji. He was sitting on the chair next to you, ong legs crossed at the ankles, listening to Patty as though he was talking about something highly amusing. He was handsome, blond hair and sharp lines. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a long puff. Patty huffed, slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter. You startled, spilling a bit of your soup. Sanji noticed and growled in anger at Patty.

“Stop banging on things!” Sanji snaps, cloth in hand as he cleans up the mess, smiling softly at you. You don’t return it, just get back to the soup, there wasn’t much left and you were still hungry. You knew you should take it slow as to not throw up but you felt ravenous.

“She’s Don Krieg’s daughter. The fierce killer, Don Krieg of the Krieg pirates. Killed probably thousands of innocents, stolen ships and money. And you're here playing house with his daughter, which by the way, most likely he’s going to come looking for.” Patty drones on, you slowly blink at him as Sanji stands to get you a bit more soup.

“No,” You say, voice scratchy from barely any use. Patty jumps as though you screamed it at him. Sanji also looks over. This was the first time you’d spoken to them.

“N-no?” Patty echoes, spooked, it almost makes you laugh.

“He’s not coming to look for me.” You murmured, reaching out to take another drink of water. Sanji sat the bowl back in front of you, sliding it into your hands.

“He’s… not?” Patty says and you forget to answer because the soup is too good. He sighs heavily as Sanji eyes you, he liked that you were enjoying his food, he didn’t care that you barely acknowledged him either. Patty dramatically flourished across the kitchen, grabbing Sanji forcefully and pulling him away from your earshot. Sanji protested the entire way but Patty was obviously much stronger. You didn’t care, you knew what Patty was going to say. You knew how it felt to be unwanted, so you drank the rest of the broth in the bowl and waited till you were alone. You could hear a little bit from the hall. Patty tried to drill into Sanji that you were dangerous, which was true. But no matter what Patty said, Sanji didn’t seem to care.

But you knew you overstayed your welcome.

So, weakly, you stood, feeling dizzy. You leaned against the table taking a staggering breath. Slowly you worked your way through the kitchen, slipping out the side door just as you heard Sanji and Patty’s voices raise. The heat barreled down on you and you felt sick to your stomach. You stumbled forwards to the railing, the sea stretching out in front of you. Your heart sped up, just looking out where you’d been stuck for so many days made you unexplainably nervous. You turned away, sliding down the railing, trying to catch a semblance of breath. The wind picked up around you as you let your head fall back against the wood, the ship rocked peacefully beneath you. The door you’d just came out of cracked open, you didn’t open your eyes at the sound.

“Hey,” Sanji’s soft voice cooed, he kneeled beside you. “There you are. Feeling okay?” He asked, his warm hands reaching out, feeling your forehead. You flinched away from his touch, opening your eyes.

“If you want to keep your hands, cook, I suggest keeping them to yourself.” You spoke sharply, sounding just like your father. Sanji pulled his hand away slowly, looking at you with a kind of reverence.

“You’re beautiful.” He swooned and you felt yourself violently flush all over. You turned away from him. You probably looked like death or at least close to it, this man must’ve been insane.

“You’re strange.” You say, into the wind, not facing him. You hear Sanji laugh and you find yourself turning to see what he looked like when he was laughing. His eyes were squinted, mouth slightly open, cheeks full. There wasn’t much laughing where you came from. It was nice to see. You stared at him, watched his adam's apple bob.

“That you may be right about.” He says and you look away when he looks back at you. “You should come back in, get out of the sun for a bit.” Sanji suggests. You shake your head.

“I should get going.” You say and feel Sanji shift beside you. For someone who just met you he cares more than all the other people in your life.

“You were on the verge of dying a little over an hour ago and you wanna set back out?”

“I’m not welcome here.”

“Yes you are.” Sanji proclaimed and you turn to him. He knew your father, knew who you were and still was asking you to stay. He was out of his mind.

"You think your cook friend Patty is the only one who knows the Krieg pirates? Once everyone else finds out-"

"They'll have to go through me. I don't care what they think."

"You don't even know me." You growl, finally turning to look him in the eyes. You leveled him with a dark glare.

"I don't, that's true but- I'll still take care of you." He says with strong conviction. You couldn't help but show your emotions on your face.

"Why?"

"Because you need me to."

"I don't need you, cook." You snap, huffing. You watch the corner of his lips quirk up slightly.

"I like that nickname but I would rather you call me Sanji." He bantered. "I just realized I never asked your name." He looks at you expectantly.

"Not important. Now, I should really get going-”

“Pirates! Krieg Pirates!" Someone yells from below the balcony. You snap your head at the voice, pushing clumsily to your feet. Blood rushed to your head, making you lose a bit of your balance. Sanji caught you, helped you stand straight as you both looked out to the sea.

Sure enough there was a ship, a familiar ship. Dark brown wood, golden yellow accents, torn sails. It looked like a ghost ship. A ship right out of your nightmares. Your too recent nightmares. You staggered backwards, right out of Sanji’s hands, slamming to the deck below you. Your heart hammered around in your ribcage. Sanji reached for you but you scooted from his hands.

“He’s here.” You breathe out, lips trembling.

“Come on, I’ll hide you.” Sanji implored but you just shook your head.

“It's too late.” You shuddered, trying and failing to get to your feet. Sanji grabs you gently, forcing you to face him, you're so frazzled that you don’t even have the time to be angry.

“It's not too late! Come with me-”

“I’m… I’m dead no matter what I do.” You say, eyes haunted. Sanji’s jaw ticks.

“I don’t care who your father is, he won’t lay a finger on you.” That sentence was enough to snap you out of your fear. You laughed, it was a bitter, surprised laugh.

“You don’t stand a chance against him, cook.” You snap. Sanji’s head cocks just slightly.

“Then hide, he’ll tire of looking for you here and leave.”

“MY LITTLE VIOLENCE!” A voice booms from the deck. Your heart falls right out of your chest. You swallow, pushing Sanji’s hands away from you. He looks at you, he was so desperate to save you, wanting nothing more than to hide you away, you could see it written on his features.

“Thank you for saving my life, Sanji.” You intoned softly, walking unsteadily towards the stairs, he catches you by the wrist.

“Don’t go, please, I can hide you.”

“COME OUT VIOLENCE, I KNOW YOU’RE HERE… I SAW THE RATTY LITTLE SHIP YOU STOLE FROM ME!” You gave Sanji a look, squeezed his hand gently then slipped down the stairs. He called out for you but you just set off.

Your father had docked his ship, bounded off the ladder and landed heavily on the deck of the Baratie where you’d been saved. It had been a little over two months since you left the Krieg pirates. That had come to an end now, they found you. Your father slammed his fist against the railing, splintering the wood. Cooks started running towards the noise, poised to defend the ship. You wouldn’t let anything happen to them, your father came here for one reason and one reason only… you.

“VI-O-LENCE!” He sounded out, laughing as a crowd formed. You descended the last step and pushed through the crowd until your eyes met your fathers. A manic gleam shone in his eyes, his lips cracking out in a large demented smile. “My girl, there she is.” He greeted, you stopped a few feet from him, the crowd hushed all around. “I’ve been scouring the sea for you.” He says, reaching for you. You froze at his touch as he brought you into his burly chest, you felt suffocated and scared. He’d never shown you a lick of affection the entirety of your life. He smoothed your hair down, holding you closer. “I don’t like losing things that belong to me.” He whispers to just you, violently tightening his hold as more of the Krieg pirates. You're so weak, still too unfit to even be standing to think about squirming out of his hold. He turns, bringing you with him. You watch as Sanji bobs and weaves through the crowd of people, eyes searching for you.

“Don,” You start, because you're not allowed to call him Dad.

“Hush, girl, hmm… this is a nice boat.” He slams his foot down on the wooden bottom. “She’s sturdy.” He comments, he turns again, dragging you with him, you lose your balance but he holds you like you weigh nothing, like you really aren't a person but one of his things. “Is this where you hid from me, daughter?” He asked, looking around the large ship as though he was taking in the sights. You bite your lip from answering because you're afraid your voice would show how much pain he’s putting you through. “I like it.” He declares, suddenly releasing you, you slam to the deck, head banging against the wood. Sanji rushed forwards to you but someone grabbed and held him back. That garners your fathers attention. He looks from you to Sanji as if he knows something happened between you two. Your stomach turns because the way Sanji is looking at you most definitely isn’t helping. Your father cocks his head, he bends down and yanks you to your feet, you yelp at how sudden it was. Sanji’s jaw ticks with anger. “I’ll take this ship. For you.” He says, hand on the hilt of his sword. Your lips part in surprise.

“M- me?” You stutter out, your father’s face is hard as he nods your head.

“It’s a nice ship, we’ll kill everyone on it and take it for ourselves!” He declares, the Krieg pirates start an uproar, excitedly whooping, shoving their swords in the air. You turn to him, pleading in your eyes.

“I-- I don’t need this ship.” You say, but your voice doesn’t carry past the excited pirates. “I don’t need this ship.” You say louder this time, the pirates settle, surprised you had spoken up. Don turns to you, eyes like fire. His hand rose fast, so fast you hadn’t known what happened until you hit the deck hard. Whoever had been holding Sanji must’ve either let go or was overpowered because Sanji came barrelling through the Krieg pirates only to be stopped by a few that grabbed his arms. Your heart seized in your throat as Don cackled. He looked between you both before stepping forwards and winding up, throwing a punch to Sanji’s abdomen. Blood spit from Sanji’s lips as he doubled over. You watched in horror as Don dealt him punch after punch. He winded back for one last hit, his knuckles colliding with pure metal. Don stumbled back, eyes wide as he narrowed them at you, holding one of his shields in hand. You’d protected Sanji, you're not even sure why you’d done it, you just found yourself feeling a fierce protectiveness. You turned to the pirates still holding Sanji, just one look from you had them cowering in fear. At least they knew better. Don might’ve overpowered you but no one else would. They let Sanji free and he fell forwards into your arms.

“Well… Isn’t this interesting.” Don growled. You swallowed hard, a lot of Sanji’s weight was on you, he was hurt badly. You lowered him to the ground so as to not drop him and looked back at your father.

“This man showed me kindness. I would’ve died if it weren’t for him.” You say as though it was going to persuade him. But Don just tosses his head back, cackling manically.

“So you’re indebted to him, hmm?” Don reaches and tosses a knife to you, the blade circling until you catch the hilt mere inches from Sanji’s throat. “No daughter of mine owes her life to anyone but me. Kill him.” Your lips dropped open in disbelief. Don was cruel, this shouldn’t have surprised you one bit. Sanji coughs in your arms, you look down at him. He’d shown you so much kindness, saved you twice, but in the end… you always did what your father wanted. You wanted his love, his respect. You swallowed heavily, placing the handle of the blade in Sanji’s hand. He looked at you, confused. You helped him to his feet and stepped away from him. This had to be a fair fight, you both were weak. Sanji staggered to the side slightly, loosely holding the knife. You summoned whatever strength you had and leveled Sanji with the stare you’d given many before him. Many men that challenged you that lost. You were your fathers daughter after all.

“So that,” Sanji coughed. “That’s how it’s gonna be?” He asked and fixed you with a smile, he tossed the knife aside.

“Pick it up.” You growled. Sanji shook his head. With one swift movement you swiped the knife from the floor and tossed it at Sanji’s shoulder, he caught it by the blade. Your brow raised. He had skill.

“I’m not fighting you.” Sanji insisted. “You’ll have to kill an unarmed man.” You cock your head.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You’re quick, it was easy to hide your pain, to misplace it for a fight, you’d hidden your pain time and time again.

“You're a fool if you think my daughter will go easy on you!” Don cackled. "I call her Violence for a reason..." Sanji on the other hand looked startled, clearly he didn’t think you could move so fast. He blocked a few of your blows, stumbling back. He dodged one and a blunt force kick to his abdomen sent him flying back, tumbling on the deck. You swiped the knife from the floor and tackled him to the deck, trapping him beneath your body. You pressed your knife forcefully to his throat and dared him to fight back. But he didn’t. The entire fight he only blocked he never fought back. This made you more angry than anything. Sanji looked you in the eyes and he raised his chin to give you better access to his throat. The anger building inside of you halted.

“What’re you doing? Fight back!” You insisted but Sanji only shook his head, the knife digging into the skin of his throat threatening to break it. You pulled back slightly, not wanting… You clenched your jaw. “You’ll just let me kill you?” You ask and Sanji just smiles up at you.

"Killed by a beautiful woman doesn't sound too bad.” He whispers just for you to hear. Your lips part, eyes going wide.

You're beautiful. He'd said that, he meant it. He was crazy.

“What's taking so long? Kill him!” Your father growled from behind. You flinched at his words, swallowing dryly, your grip on the knife tightened. Sanji didn’t even flinch, it was like he didn’t care he might die. Or maybe he knew he wouldn’t.

“Fight me.” You pleaded just between the two of you but he only smiled at you, a damned smile that would haunt your dreams if you listened to your father and slit his throat. You always listened to him... but where did that ever get you? You tossed the knife. It clattered against the deck, silence slicing the air. Sanji let out a breath he was holding as you turned to face your father.

“Violence-”

“I will not kill him.” You said, the strength in your voice had your father surprised. “I breathe because of him, I owe him my life. I won’t be the one to kill him.” Sanji’s eyes looked up to you, you who he’d saved, the beautiful girl. He remembered as a child the captain told him he loved too easily, it never changed.

Someone wrenched you by the back of the hair, dragged over to your father. Sanji fought like hell to get to you. Everything happened quite quickly. Pirates had seized Sanji, grabbing him and when you were able to find your footing you felt pain like no other. Your fathers sword ran you straight through, the tip dripping your own blood. You heard Sanji yell for you, heard the cooks start attacking the pirates. Don yanked his sword out of you, it had missed any vital organs but you had still bled the same. Don grabbed you roughly by the neck, turning you to face him.

“You’re no daughter of mine.” He growled, spittle hitting your cheeks. “Gas masks on, boys! We’re bombing the rest of the ship!” Don called out as he roughly threw you aside. Your father didn’t even spare you one last glance before boarding his own ship amidst the chaos. LIke he was too good for a fight right now.

Warm blood spilled down the front of you, soaking your shirt clean. You pushed to your feet, your abdomen screaming in pain. You heard the smoke bomb hit the deck. Most of the cooks were jumping into the ocean but you wouldn’t make it, and you couldn’t because across the deck, battered and bloody was Sanji, passed out cold. He wouldn’t survive the gas. You stole a mask, kicking the pirate that held it into the sea. You stumbled and fumbled your way forwards, holding your stomach as blood seeped through your fingers.

You reached Sanji just in time, he was slowly coming to. You fixed the mask over his face and he groggily stared at you, when he went to remove it you slid on top of him, holding the mask in place. He struggled weakly under you, for someone losing a lot of blood you had an impressive amount of strength left.

The poison sulked closer until you couldn’t see or feel anything. Sanji still struggled beneath you but you only push harder. He’d saved you twice, you wanted to repay him at least once.

"Let go!" His voice was muffled, he was regaining some stregth, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out. "Please... don't-" You held until you couldn’t anymore, until the smoke was clearing and you slumped forwards on top of Sanji. He struggled beneath you for a moment before carefully moving you over, the mask falling from his face. He hadn’t known what was happening when he first woke up but he knew now. You saved him at the cost of your own life. Tears flooded in his eyes as he held you.

“No… no no no.” He said, brushing your hair from your face, your eyes were closed, you had nothing left in you to keep them open. You felt his soft hands on your face and thought this would be a nice way to go out. You hadn’t known him for long but you felt some connection to him, you felt cared for for the first time in your life. You felt your body slacken.

“Put the mask on her face to help filter out some of the toxins and take her up to the top deck for some fresh air!” Someone directed. Sanji was quick to fix your face with the mask, to scoop you up and run you up to the top deck.

You opened your eyes to see your fathers ship sailing off in the distance, a hot tear slid down your cheek.

Sanji was careful with you, you had no idea why you were still conscious but you felt everything he did. He placed you on something soft, held pressure against your wound. You felt him stitch you back together and bandage you up. Maybe you were dead already? Maybe you were feeling phantom touches? Maybe you died on that ship all those hours ago, of starvation and dehydration. And just when all those scary thoughts formed, Sanji’s fingers intertwined with yours. He held your hand, he was shaking slightly. Slowly your eyes opened. He was sat just beside you, he looked terrible, with cuts, scrapes and bruises. Dried blood in his lips, his cheek wet with tears. He was crying over you...

“San-ji?” Your voice cracked, you don’t think you’d ever heard yourself sound so weak and tired. Sanji perked up at your voice, forcing a smile on his face.

“Hey, everythings okay.” He coos, squeezing your hand. For once in the entirety of your life you believed it was. You let go.

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haknom · 5 months

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Hi Kayla!

Can i please request a hurt comfort one shot where best friend!reader (idk if you do male reader probably not so is gn okay?) has a fight w their parents and they run away a crying mess and they go to hybe building and the receptionist calls sunghoon’s manager to tell them that yn is there although sunghoon is in dance practice when his manager tells him yn is crying and very much not okay he still sprints down to comfort yn and they realise they have feelings for each other…i hope this is okay<3

And i hope youre doing okay<33

LABYRINTH — PARK SUNGHOON

SYNOPSIS: disrupting sunghoon’s dance practice with tears streaming from your eyes was not what you expected to be your last moment as just ‘best friends’.

PAIRING: idol!sunghoon x gn!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, crack, crying, they kiss (i know…), mentions of a heart condition, lmk if i missed anything!

NOTE: hi anon!! ty for the request i actually managed to finish it this time 🙏🙏 pls enjoy and i hope it suits your expectations 🤍 || short playlist of tswift songs that made this oneshot happen: here!

WORDCOUNT: 1239 words

In all honesty, you had no clue where you were going. Your vision was blurry due to the stream of tears that piled along your lashline, and the dark sky was not helping one bit.

The only memory that played constantly in your mind was from a few moments ago: you rushing out of your house as tears threatened to fall from your eyes and your angered parents behind you.

Your shaky hands wiped away the nonstop flowing tears as sobs escaped your lips. You didn’t know what to do, where to go, or who to talk to, yet you still ended up in front of the steps of HYBE.

Many staff members knew about your relationship with one of their idols, Park Sunghoon. It was obvious how close you two were; he never stopped talking about you.

“Oh, (Name),” the receptionist said, brows furrowing at the sight. “Are you okay?” She asked, but you remained silent. Even if you tried responding, your voice would give out almost immediately.

Your lips trembled as she quickly tapped away on her phone. It began ringing as she waited for an answer.

“Your phone’s ringing!” Heeseung exclaimed while grabbing their manager’s phone in the dance room. “Oh, thank you.” He smiled and took it from Heeseung’s hold. He picked up the phone, placing it at his ear.

“Hello?” He said while Heeseung walked back towards his groupmates. “Sunghoon? Ah, okay…” He mumbled, worried. He walked over to the group of boys, calling for Sunghoon individually.

“Hoon, apparently (Name) is downstairs.” He said, a smile making its way onto Sunghoon’s face. "But they’re crying.” The smile on Sunghoon’s face vanished in haste as nervousness filled his system.

Immediately, he ran out of the practice room, rushing towards the elevators. Hearing the words ‘they’re crying’ was enough to make him worry.

What were you crying about? Hell, who made you cry?

He pressed the button, cursing under his breath as he waited for the elevator. They were on the 20th floor; there was no way they’d hurry anytime soon. Sunghoon made his way towards the stairs with no other thought but you in his head.

No way he was about to run down 20 flights of stairs. Even if he would be exhausted afterwards, he didn’t care.

What if something bad happened to you? He had to hurry.

Once he made it to the main floor, he was panting. His head spun at the many quick turns he took, and his forehead was damped with a light sheet of sweat.

He looked around the main floor; however, you were nowhere to be found. “They’re outside,” said the receptionist, catching Sunghoon’s attention immediately. He rushed over to the entrance, the cold air hitting him once he opened the doors.

You looked up at the sudden commotion, making eye contact with Sunghoon. Your lips trembled once again as he made his way to your side.

“(Name),” he called out, his voice softer than ever. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he cupped your cold face with his warm hands. Out of nowhere, tears trickled down your cheeks. Your eyes were a light shade of red, causing Sunghoon’s heart to ache. He hated seeing you at your lowest. It was a gut-wrenching sight.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He whispered while wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, but you shook your head, leaning into his chest instead. His eyes widened slightly, and his heart raced at the sudden action.

He was 100% sure that you could hear the sudden change in the tempo of his heartbeat. He waved it off, only focusing on calming your cries, and proceeded to lightly tap a rhythm on your back while rubbing your head reassuringly.

A few minutes passed, and your sobs finally calmed down. You both silently remained in the same position, with his hands continuing the same movements.

“Hey,” you began as he hummed in response. “Do you have a heart condition or something?” You asked, looking up at him. “What?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“Your heart has been racing the whole time I was laying on your chest.”

“No, it hasn’t.” He said in an attempt to refuse your accusation. “The light sheet of blush on your cheeks says otherwise.” You teased with a slight smile. “It’s cold. That’s the only reason why my cheeks are pink.” He lied, hoping you bought it.

You removed the hand that was patting your back and brought it to his chest. “Explain that then.” You said, causing him to hesitate.

“I… I had dance practice and then ran down 20 flights of stairs to get to you.” He exclaimed, removing his hand from his chest as you raised a brow at his words. “20 flights of stairs?” You said, placing your hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“You’re such a tryhard.” You teased him, laughing at his sudden confession. Your laugh made his heart flutter as he looked away, the pink on his cheeks darkening. “Hey! It happened again.” You exclaimed, your eyes widening at the sudden increase in his heartbeat.

“Are you sure you don’t have a heart condition? I don’t think this is a good thing. You said, concerned. “If I got it checked, what would I tell them?” He began, removing your hand from his chest to hold it instead.

“My heartbeat rises extremely high when I’m near my best friend, and I can’t even hold eye contact with them at some point?” He asked as you stared at him, confused. “You and I both know what they’ll diagnose me with,” he said.

“Love.” He continued. “They’ll say, 'Maybe you see them more than just a best friend.' Who am I kidding? They might not be wrong.” He explained as you remained silent. “What are you saying?” You asked, unsure if what you thought he was hinting at was correct.

“I like you. I might even love you, but I’m not sure if you feel the same way.” He said, staring into your eyes. Your eyes searched his for any lies, only to realise he was being sincere.

“So—”

Suddenly, your lips were placed on top of his, shutting him up immediately. You backed away, looking at his flustered expression that you mirrored, and stared into his wide eyes.

“I’m guessing your answer is the same as mine." He said, hoping he was right. “Please stop,” you said in embarrassment. He smiled, looking back at your lips to go in for another kiss, but you dodged him.

He frowned while looking at you. “So, it’s only okay if you do it?” He asked as you shook your head. “You never know who might be taking a picture of us. I’m not trying to be in an article with the headlines, ‘ENHYPEN’s Sunghoon seen with his significant other on a park bench.’” You said and he laughed.

“At least they’ll know I have a significant other.” He said, causing you to stare back in confusion. “Is this your way of asking me out?” You asked as he hesitated. “Kinda? I thought we already established something was going on after that headline thing…” He mumbled as you smiled.

“Of course, we can date. Let’s just try not to be in an article with that headline.” You said and he nodded. “Promised.” He said and smiled as you did the same.

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h0esbetrippin · 24 days

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Jegulus One-Shot

W/ background Wolfstar

Cw: head injury, blood, references to child abuse, heart monitor, fainting, infirmary, anxiety, (this gets super cute & fluffy w a happy ending dw!!!)

The steady beeping of the heart monitor, currently hooked up to an unconscious Regulus, was doing absolutely nothing for James’ anxiety.

He doesn’t know what exactly happened to him- well, he knows he kind of just… blacked out, based off of what a frantic Barty was yelling while absolutely tearing through the Gryffindor common room and up the boys dormitory’s for Sirius and James.

He doesn’t even remember what he was yelling, all he heard was “Regulus” “fainted” “hurt” “don’t know” and “help” and James and Sirius, always in perfect sync, ripped through that castle so goddamn fast James wouldn’t be surprised if they bent time itself. Because let’s be honest if anyone could do it, it’d be them.

Now, after nearly ripping the thick, wooden, infirmary doors right off their hinges (somehow), they sit in the two chairs next to the bed Regulus is laying in that Poppy had pre-prepared before their chaotic arrival.

Honestly James had nearly forgotten about Barty until he ran in a few minutes ago with Pandora, Dorcas, and Evan. James distantly thinks that once Barty got James and Sirius on the way first he doubled back to grab the rest. He refrains from tackling him with a hug once he realizes this- that he knew to get to them first just incase they knew something they didn’t. Barty knows he’s close with Regulus, but he knows Regulus opens more to James and that sometimes Sirius knows his little brother better than he knows own self. Barty’s a dumbass, but he’s a damn smart one.

Sirius has been quiet, a faraway -almost cloudy- look in his usually bright eyes. Regulus gets that look too, James knows. It’s when they get lost in their head, revisiting the sickening horrors House of Black gave them.

James doesn’t ask Sirius, he knows Sirius will say when he’s ready and that definitely won’t be around other people that isn’t only James himself or Moony.

Since Sirius isn’t actively losing his shit, that tells James Regulus will be fine, at least physically.

After an hour passes, Moony comes in with a quiet “hey,”. With just a glance at Sirius he steps right next to him, smoothing a hand down the back of his head and back. Sirius doesn’t answer, continuing to look at his brother with the same look in his eyes. Remus must’ve intuitively sensed this because he leans down a little to look at his eyes, and knowing the look too well, he looks up to James.

It clicks, then. With all the anxiety and swirl of thoughts so loud and fast he doesn’t even know what he was thinking he realizes, just from one look from moony, he does know what must’ve happened.

“Fainted-” “-don’t know-” Barty had said

Because he’s seen it before.

With Sirius.

It started to happen right before Sirius ran away-

He’d showed up on James front step at 3:28 am, James’ll never forget it.

He’d read in books of a characters “blood running cold” or “blood turning into ice” and he thought he understood what that meant, until he realized he didn’t, because then, right then, in that moment, he understood.

James thought he died in that second. Maybe a piece of him did. Because despite all of this happening in a split second, he knows a piece of Sirius did too.

Blood was coming out of places he didn’t even know blood could come out of yet, he was bleeding out of his fucking tear ducts. Not to mention his ears. And mouth. And nose. And the slashes all over his body. He fainted once he registered he was with James- just collapsed into him.

Effie had said his head had trauma from the extensive use of “crucio”, and would likely experience fainting spells for a while.

And he did for months, even now he does- every now and then.

So- Regulus. Fainting. Randomly. No visible wounds.

Oh, Regulus. His “baby”. He feels his heart crack right into a million pieces.

He had told James they don’t touch him, that he knows how to play their game better than themselves. Sirius said this too. And obviously, James has seen him without clothes on, he never had any injuries like Sirius use to get after breaks.

Not anymore, it seems. Something must’ve happened. Maybe someone ratted their relationship out? Millions of possibilities run through James’ mind but he cuts them off.

For now, he’s okay. Thats priority. Getting himself worked up won’t help Regulus.

And no matter what James isn’t allowing him to go back there. Ever. He knows nobody in this room is-

“Reggie?!” Sirius whisper yells, shooting up from his chair and holding his face gently in his hands.

Regulus slowly blinks awake, face soft- usually only a face James sees- instead of his usual scowl.

“Sir’us?” he slurs in a whisper tilting more into his big brothers palm to slowly blink up at him.

“Hi, yeah I’m here”

Regulus nods.

“ ‘s ‘ames?” He whispers, everyone is dead silent so they can hear him and also because everyone who isn’t Sirius or James has never seen him so vulnerable. It’s a little funny, James thinks. They’re drinking it in.

“I’m here, reg” James whispers back, also getting up, to run a hand through his black curls.

Regulus slowly turns his head- still in Sirius’ hands- to the other side to now blink at James. Probably trying to see him properly.

“Oh,” he breathes out, as the heart monitor which was previously beeping rhythmically, immediately speeds up.

Everyone collectively sucks in a breath to not burst out laughing- which Regulus is oblivious to as he tilts his head up and over to look at the heat monitor.

“ ‘s that?” He whispers to Sirius

“It’s your heart monitor, Reggie. It’s your heartbeat” he says tightly, trying to contain the giggles that slip out of his as he says it.

It takes a minute for Regulus to process what Sirius said and what it means, flicking his eyes to James who’s desperately fighting a smile, but once he does-

“ ‘s wrong.” He grumbles out, snatching his wand from the bedside table to blast it, surprisingly quickly for someone who just woke up from fainting.

“Reg!” Sirius laughs out which just makes everyone burst out laughing. Because of course Regulus would do that even in his current state.

While everyone laughs James pressed his forehead to Reggie’s temple, still giggling. “Hi, baby” he whispers into his ear just for him to hear, because James knows even if Regulus denies it, he loves it, if the pretty blush that spreads across his cheeks and nose and the way he gets all soft and shy is anything to go by every time James says it.

As James presses a quick soft kiss to his temple as he pulls away, and as regulus tries, but fails, to glare at him with the blush James loves so much and the smile tugging at his lips, while their friends all are laughing around them oblivious to the little moment they just had, he knows they’ll all be okay no matter what.

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the-broken-truth · 10 months

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A Father's Son [Part 4] - Miguel O'Hara w/ Teenage Spider Son Reader

Summary: It has been a year since I welcomed this world's version of Gabriella into my life, and everything has been running smoothly. However, one day I was on my way to pick her up from soccer practice when I noticed an unwelcome face talking to her.

Taglist: @christinesdemoness1958

[Earth-121 / The Soccer Field]

Placing my hand over my mouth, I yawned as I walked down the sidewalk with one hand in my pocket before I returned the other hand to the green and black jacket I was wearing - which happened to be Sleeper taking the form of a coat to protect us from the cold. Sleeper and I had just returned from dealing with our Afternoon Patrol - about 3 bank robbers were trapped in our webs and their bodies were devoured before we returned the money back to the bank; I had to pick brain pieces out of our teeth but it was necessary, Sleeper needed some power and I needed to make sure my partner and friend was well taken care of. We were on the way to pick up Gabriella from soccer practice.

It's been one year since I was allowed t come into this world and take the place of the Non-Existent Spider-Man & adopted Gabriella as her elder brother; as her legal guardian, I was able to put her into school while I got a job working at the newby construction site - it's a commission job until I found something more permanent but everything was going good with Gabriella and me. She was doing well in school and asked me if she was able to join the soccer team, I allowed it on the promise that she not speak to any strangers and even got her a pocket phone to call me just in case someone tried to speak with her. I turned the corner and the soccer field was in my sights, my eyes scanned the grounds when I finally caught sight of Gabriella and...

Wait...

Who is that talking to my sister?

There was a tall male, wearing a long grey shirt with a high collar, long pale pants, and brown shoes with...short brown hair and dark skin.

No.

He can't be here.

His notes said that there was nothing with this world's Gabriella that he was going to come here! I ran to the field and bolted into the gate before I called out to Gabriella, she looked around the man and locked eyes with me - she was crying - and she pushed past the man and ran into my arms as I pulled her behind me as the man turned to face me and I narrowed my brown eyes when hey locked with his red ones.

"What are you doing with my sister?" I growled at him, and he raised his eyebrow at me before opening his mouth to speak.

"What are you talking about? She's my daughter and I don't have a son." The nerve of this bastard.

"Are you certain about that, Miguel O'Hara? Or should I call you, Spider-Man 2099? Leader of the Spider-Society? How are Peter and Maday doing? Has Jessica Drew had her baby? Is Lyla still cracking jokes?" I asked with a raised eyebrow but with each question I asked, his eyes widened in shock and fear.

"The Computer said this world didn't have a Spider-Man, who do you know all of this information? Who are you?" Miguel asked and I just rolled my eyes.

"I'm Your SON, [Name] O'Hara! The one that you abandoned to raise another version of her but it caused a universe to collapse and she was taken away from you. I am the son whose mother you divorced because she couldn't give you any more children. I'm the son who left you and the Spider-Society to make a life of my own and you come here, trying to take my sister." I growled at him with a smirk, I wanted to eat his head; soon, the look of realization hit his face and he glared at me as well.

"You! You Foolish Boy! You come to another world that isn't your own and make a life here?! Do you realize that you can cause a universal collapse?!" Miguel barked as he pointed at me.

"I am not going to cause a Universal Collapse because there is no version of me here. I didn't alter anything and I found my sister here living alone after her father died and her mother left her alone. I've been here for a year and I have been able to protect this world as it's Spider-Man. Now, you will never get your hands on Gabriella so you can fuck right off." I waved him off before looking at Gabriella, "Let's go home, Gabby."

"Okay, big brother." She said as held onto my sleeve - Sleeper - with her little hands, I glared at Miguel before I grabbed Gabriella's Hand and started walking to the gate, we were halfway there when something connected to the back of Sleeper and yanked me back with a powerful force; pulling me away from my sister and sending me crashing to a tree. I heard Gabriella scream and opened my eyes to see O'Hara picking up my sister and swinging away. I quickly rose to y feet and webbed after them. There's no way in hell I'm going to let him get away with my sister and ruin my life again! This world is mine! Gabriella is my sister!! I am this world's protector! I shall protect it with everthing I have.

#spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spider!reader #son reader #male reader #sleeper symbiote #gabriella o’hara

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plistommy · 8 months

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Eddie loves taking long walks during chilly autumn nights.

One of his favorite places to walk is Lover’s Lake. The quietness of the forest and the fog coming from the lake are the rare few things that he enjoys. That makes him calm.

But Lover’s Lake is not a place to come during the spring or summer if you want to be alone. It’s full of drunk screaming teenagers with their little parties and get-togethers with their so-called ’best friends’ that they’re gonna leave once they go to college.

Eddie didn’t give a shit about any of that.

Sure, he went to parties, couple of times, but even when he still wasn’t called Eddie ’The Freak’ Munson, no one cared about him. They still thought he was weird, unfitting. Maybe it was the clothes he wore or the buzzcut, but Eddie always knew even if he looked like them, he would never be accepted.

After that, he just stopped caring at all. He kept to himself and went on these stupid little walks that actually ended up making him somehow feel better.

He’d usually take a couple beers with him so he could sit on his favorite spot, a rock right next to the lake where he sometimes dips his feet even if it’s freezing.

That was the plan for tonight as well.

Eddie was about to arrive at his usual spot, smoking his third cigarette when he spotted something unusual.

A car. And not just any car. Billy’s Hargrove’s blue fucking camaro that the guy drives around like a damn maniac.

Eddie let out a frustrated sigh.

No way Billy had brought some girl here to fuck with. Out of everywhere, to Eddie’s spot.

This was just his fucking luck. Of course Billy out of everyone would choose this place just to fuck with him.

Sure… the other man didn’t know this was his spot, but fuck did it still annoy Eddie. Now he had to leave and forget his relaxing night just because Billy Hargrove wanted to get his dick wet with some random girl.

Eddie dropped his finished cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, cracking his neck a little before turning around and starting to walk off.

But then he heard it. A little muffled, but still clear.

”Stop fucking around, Harrington. No one’s gonna find us.”

Eddie quickly turned back around and tried to think if what he had just heard was right.

”Harrington?” He whispered.

”Ah, but— but someone could be taking a w-walk or something. I can’t be too lou- FUCK!”

”Sorry, Pretty Boy.”

Eddie heard deep laughing after that. And he knew whose it was.

It was Billy Hargrove’s.

A knot was forming in his stomach. He didn’t want to think what he was thinking, but something in Eddie knew he had to go and look, just in case. He had to know what was going on, even if it was wrong.

So, he took a small step. Careful not to stupidly step on a branch and expose himself slowly walking to the clearing from the forest walls.

He walked closer to the camaro, slowly creeping next to it, the sounds becoming louder and louder of the other two as he finally made it.

Eddie heard deep moans and grunts. A noise of something hitting something repeatedly and a small but clear sound of the radio playing from the camaros open window.

Eddie cursed at himself a couple of times before building the courage to slowly peek from behind the camaro.

He felt his heart skip a beat when he finally saw the source of the ongoing noises and who were the people making them.

There they were.

Billy Hargrove on his back on top of a raggy looking blanket with… Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who was riding the other man, head thrown back and making loud little ah ah ah’s with every hard thrust Billy was meeting him with.

The blond man looked smitten by the other. Moving his hands up and down Steve’s waist, thighs, ass that Eddie only had the side view of. He sometimes even pinched the other’s nipples that had gotten hard from the cold weather.

Billy was saying something to Steve, something that made the brunette laugh before letting out a moan again when he moved his hips just right.

Eddie could swear he had somehow died, because this couldn’t be real.

The whole view was out of a dirty porn he had once watched that he stole from his dealer's house. Something to do with the bad boy fucking the town’s good girl or some cliché like that. But that shit never actually happens.

Eddie had to pinch himself to try and wake the hell up, but nothing happened. Here he still was, dumbfoundedly staring as Billy pushed Steve down and quickly put himself between the other’s thighs.

Eddie knew the moment he pushed his cock back inside Steve because that’s when the brunette whined loudly and started to beg for more.

And shit… did Hargrove go fucking fast.

When the moans got more obscene and when he finally saw the other two kiss, that’s when Eddie bolted.

He ran as fast as he could, his heart in his throat and once he reached his van, he jumped in and drove off, breaking a couple of laws while he was at it.

When he got back to his trailer and to his room after quietly walking past Wayne who had fallen asleep on the couch he quickly took his shoes off and went straight to bed with his clothes on.

He didn’t sleep that night, not really.

He didn’t sleep the whole weekend. He couldn’t, with all the things going through his head.

When Monday came along and it was school again, he got himself up and was at school earlier than usual.

He went about his day as usual. Did the things he always did.

Except maybe he focused more on other things now.

Like how Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington looked at each other during lunch when they thought no one was watching. Or when they were both leaving at the same time and saw each other at the school’s parking lot while Billy pretended to flirt with a girl.

When Steve drives off with his car, leaving Billy to look after him with a frown.

And maybe… maybe when Steve finally looked at Eddie during their shared class that week, Eddie looked at him differently.

Maybe now he didn’t give him his usual glare. Maybe he just stared at him, telling him that he knew.

Knew that that chaste kiss they shared during the 1980 summer camp wasn’t just ’stupid mistake’ and ’wrong’ like Steve had said the next morning.

That it had meant something to that small and big eyed boy that had been giggling at everything Eddie had joked about during those days.

That those small touches and when he held Eddie’s hand when they kissed wasn’t just because he thought it would be a mistake.

No.

He had meant it.

”What are you staring at, man?” Steve had said to him, giving him that small pout Eddie honestly wanted to kiss off of him.

”Nothing. Don’t worry your little head, Pretty Boy.” Eddie had said mockingly, making Gareth laugh next to him.

But Steve didn't laugh. Eddie loved watching his pout turn into a small shock and just as he was about to ask something, the bell rang.

He gave Steve a wink, making the other blush and that’s when had taken off, leaving confused and nervous Steve Harrington behind.

Sure, maybe he got some angry looks from Hargrove after that and maybe the stronger man sometimes pushed him a little harder on the cramped school halls, making him stumble, but they never mentioned it.

Never said anything.

Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be. Maybe it was better this way.

But Eddie still couldn’t get the image of Steve off his head.

And how he sometimes wishes to have been Billy then. Been the one to make Steve feel that way.

To make him scream.

#Eddie watching Billy fuck Steve SLAY #harringrove #steddie #KEHEHEH #harringroveson rot came to my head all of sudden #mostly it’s harringrove and steddie tho BUT ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN #Pining Eddie #Jealous Eddie #THE BEST #harringroveson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my writing #lemon

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channoticedmeuwu · 10 months

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IMAGINE . . . SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH BEOMGYU !!

p — CHOI BEOMGYU × FEM!READER | g — fluff, crack, boyfie!gyu, tom&jerry dynamics ++ texts | w — food, dick jokes, fart jokes, cringe but in a cute way?

a/n — kind of loving anything boyfriend!gyu these days, expect more. yippee.

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “LAST TRAIN AT 25 O'CLOCK” — LAMP

beomgyu, who loves to cuddle up to you on a particularly cold night, burying his face in your chest as he begs asks you to play with his hair. beomgyu, who watches the expression on your face as you watch your fav show on your laptop, often forgetting about him (absolutely freezing to death) as you reach over towards the bag of snacks towards your side. and he mumbles all grumpy, complaining he's “this close to frostbite,” pausing the show by himself so he could earn a reaction, already glaring at you when you look down to reason with him.

and beomgyu, who trots over to you in the kitchen with a mischievous smile as the snowy rain pitter patters against the windowpane, watching attentively while he laces his fingers around your tummy, allowing you to pull him around the kitchen as you cook. and sometimes, he'd sneak a handful of flour while you're too busy paying attention to the stove— blowing a cloud onto your face and clutching his stomach as he falls to the ground, laughing as a pair of unimpressed eyes on a white, blank face stare back. and he returns with a wet towel, wiping your face and cooing at how cute you look, always so easy to annoy.

and snowy nights where he refuses to leave the house, cuddling up into a human burrito in one of those blankets that look like flatbread— grounded on his spot on the couch as you pull and tug his legs, fully clothed in warm clothes. and sometimes, he sends a kick to your grip around his ankles, making you fall flat on your behind with the weight of your layers. and he giggles at you and your lost face, before realizing he's supposedly giving you the silent treatment, and goes back to focusing on the television. and you stand to your feet, unzipping your jacket(s) and lean over from behind the couch, wrapping your arms around him. and you start peppering him with kisses, mumbling in between how you wish you could spend chrismas eve with him outside, running your fingers through his hair and letting your nose brush against his as you lean in for another kiss. and you'd get the boy dizzy— lips curling into a hazy smile as he nods, standing to his feet to get a jacket and a beanie, hearts circling around his head like a birds do around a cartoon character.

and you'd wake up a snowy morning to beomgyu lazily pressing a peck to your forehead, eyebrows furrowed as he whispered something about running an errand. and you just shrugged, glancing over to the clock blinking 4AM as you turned over and fell back asleep. and then waking up hours later to texts from beomgyu — a picture of an obnoxious penis drawn on the neighbors car in the snow, and a grumpy text that ended with a period, stating breakfast would be late because of the traffic he's stuck in.

and beomgyu's loud voice echoing in the house as he played games on his computer, the fresh scent of cookie dough wafting around his room as he stuffed his face with the gingerbread cookies you were baking. and him wearing a small christmas hat, the white pom-pom drooping over the side of his head as he screamed “VICTORY!!!!!” and standing to his feet to wiggle a small dance— stopping mid dance to see you, standing by the doorframe with a camera and a cookie in your hand.

and you tricking beomgyu— knowing a game he wanted for the longest time and purposely packing socks into a box the perfect size of his gift, so it appeared as if you got him what he wanted. and you pulled out a video camera as he tore open the wrapping paper, the expression on his face dropping as he pulled out a pair of socks with ramen designs on them, asking him eagerly, “WHAT DO YOU THINK?” and you'd stifle your giggles as you'd record him trying to give you a happy face, masking his disappointment with fake enthusiasm, “its— it's the perfect size.....” and you'd tell him to look behind the couch, following him as he'd glance behind and see a console he was trying to save for months, holding his gift while his jaw went slack, “WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!?”

and beomgyu squeezing you through a huge crowd so you'd be able to see the countdown to new years— his hands gripping yours tightly as he shot you back smiles and whispered jokes only you could hear, his warm breath and stupid humor making you crack up and receive looks from people around, but it's not like the both of you cared about that besides each other.

and watching the fireworks with beomgyu— him whispering that's, “exactly what my farts look like,” and watching you with heart shaped pupils, laughing at his childish jokes, slapping his arm in attempts to shut him up and clutching your stomach. and maybe grabbing ice cream afterwards, him wiping his ice cream off his nose after every lick and offering you one— and pushing it to your face as you came closer for a taste, making your entire mouth wet from the ice cream. and he'd laugh and click photos of you while you stood with a poker face, glancing to the cashier pressing their lips together as they stifled a chuckle.

and beomgyu, who'd take pictures of the two of you in matching hello kitty pajamas and making you his profile picture on every platform. just beomgyu, who secretly loves to watch your features relax as you drift off to sleep while you hide your face in his neck. the snow was drizzling and blurry blobs of fairy lights blinked outside the window, as his fingers rubbed the skin on your hips— tuning out the boring christmas specials to focus on you, falling asleep in his arms.

☆ BONUS !

INCOMING TEXTS FROM BEOMGYU

txt — masterlist

main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny @kdyism @neotism @bluejaem @radiorenjun @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world @1921choi @bangchansbae

I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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beansmack2021 · 10 months

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Golden Era w/ Prompt 10

Y/N is a Gryffindor who'd managed to befriend the Slytherin boys (Mattheo, Enzo, Theodore, Draco, and Blaize). They're all in Defense Against The Dark Arts during Year 4 and Mad-Eye Moody pulls out the Boggart Closet.

"Please, don't leave me alone"

"Alright everyone," Professor Alastor Moody grunted while pushing a tall cabinet into the middle of the room, "gather around." The cabinet had a thick chain and heavy padlock holding the doors closed, but it seemed that they could barely hold back whatever was inside the cabinet.

"What do we know about Boggarts?" Hermione's hand shot up immediately. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"A Boggart is a household spirit. It's shape-shifting non-being that can take on the shape of the observers worst fear. The first known sighting of a Boggart-" Proffesor Moody cut her off very quickly. "Thank you, Miss Granger. We don't need a history lesson today." Hermione was bright red and there were a few chuckles.

"Sir, Professor Lupin introduced us to the Boggart last year."

"I'm aware, Mr. Potter. Though his method of teaching was a bit... Riddikulus," there were laughs and groans throughout the group with that one.

"Great, this Professor will be even more moronic than the last." Y/N elbowed Draco, which earned her a scowl. Of course, Professor Moody happened to hear his snide comment and called Draco up first. Y/N wasn't really surprised to see the Boggart morph into Lucius Malfoy. Draco quickly pulled out his wand and let out a panicked "Riddikulus".

"No way in hell am I gonna be doing this today", Mattheo murmured, and of course Y/N understood why. She knew just who would appear before Mattheo, and didn't know if anyone in the class would be ready for that.

When the Boggart-Lucius's clothes changed to a frilly dress and his cane to a big lollipop, everyone was cracking up. The laughter was short-lived, however, as Professor Moody quickly pushed the Boggart back into the cupboard, locked it, and turned around furiously.

"No! If you can't manage to face your fears without using magic, then you'll never survive in yhe Wizarding World! Someone else!"

Y/N raised her hand to ask how they were supposed to face the Boggart if they couldn't use their magic, but Moody took it a different way.

"Miss L/N, thank you for volunteering."

"No, sir, I just had a-", he ignored her, waving her up to the front of the room and turning to unlock the closet again. Y/N had no choice but to face her own Boggart. She walked slowly to the front of the room, feeling the eyes following her. She tried to plant herself as Moody quickly backed away from the closet. The doors remained shut for a moment, even after the lock came off. They suddenly slammed open, eliciting several shrieks and making Y/N jump.

Though the doors were now open, nothing came out. Y/N could hear murmuring behind her, people asking why nothing was coming out, why nothing had happened. Then, she felt it.

A cold gust of wind, unintelligible whispers in her ear. There was the faintest outline of a smokey figure beside her. She turned, trying to get a glimpse at it, but it vanished before she could see it. She felt the same cold behind her and turned. She could just barely make out the face of the person the Boggart had chosen to appear as.

"Mom", Y/N breathed. She tried to reach out, but the figure backed away and vanished. She turned quickly, trying to find her, but instead saw her father. "Dad?" He, too, vanished. She tried to look to her classmates, tried to see if anyone else could see the ghostly figures, but everyone was gone.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

Mattheo had had a feeling something would go wrong during the day since the moment he'd woken up. It was a dreadful feeling that rested in the pit of his stomach, and it only grew the closer they got to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Something bad was waiting for them on the other side of the door.

He could at least find some solace in the fact that the Slytherins shared that class with the fourth-years of Gryffindor. A certain someone happened to be from their rival house, but that didn't stop him and the others from befriending the kind, (Y/H/C) haired girl.

She and Mattheo met during an assignment they'd been paired for in Potions. They'd had to brew a Calming Draught, and gotten to know each other while perfecting their potion. Mattheo knew there was something special about her, and that he'd wanted to keep her around, so he introduced her to the others and she'd become a regular in his group of friends.

As soon as the bell rang, he hurried from the greenhouses and to the Defense Against the Daek Arts Room. After Professor Moody let Hermione explain what was in the locked closet, Mattheo understood exactly why he'd had a terrible feeling all day. The worst that could happen would be his father appearing before him in front of the entire class. Mattheo had to work hard to convince other students that he was more than just Voldemort's son. If he'd suddenly appeared and offered Mattheo a position beside him before the entire room, that'd all be lost.

Thankfully, Draco was called to the front of the room instead. His father appeared before him, and Mattheo turned to Y/N and mumbled out something about absolutely not going to the front. He felt his heart lift with her quiet chuckle. Class couldn't be so bad with her around.

"Riddikulus!" Lucius Malfoy was suddenly in a puffy dress, holding a comically large lollipop. The class roared with laughter, but it was cut-off by Mad-Eye's angry rambling. He called Y/N to the front of the room and told her she couldn't use her magic to ward off the Boggart. The sinking feeling returned to Mattheo's stomach, along with a searing rage. How was she supposed to defend herself?

At first, it seemed she didn't have to. The door to the closet didn't open for at least thirty seconds, and though it did with a bang, nothing came out. At least, they didn't think anything did. Not until Y/N turned rapidly in ever direction, seemingly seeing something that nobody else could. She turned to face the class, but called out as if she thought nobody else was in the room with her.

"Draco? Enzo? Mattheo?" Each time she said one of their names, she turned in another direction, like she was seeing them in another form. She was nearly unblinking, and couldn't seem to see or hear anyone who was really there. Mattheo shoved through their concerned but unhelpful classmates to the front of the room, just as Y/N sank to her knees.

He grabbed her hand, kneeling beside her, and pulled out his wand. "Riddikulus!" He still couldn't see the Boggart, but he watched Y/N's clouded eyes follow something to the closet before the doors closed themselves. Moody chained and locked the doors together.

Y/N turned to Mattheo, eyes finally clear and seeing, but full of tears. She collapsed into his arms with a sob. "Please, don't leave me alone," she whispered. Blaize, Enzo, Theo and Draco had made their way to the front of the group and Mattheo glanced at them before asking a question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.

"What did you see, Y/N?" She was silent for a moment. She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "Please, don't leave me alone."

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #enzo berkshire #theodore nott #draco malfoy #blaize zabini #slytherin #gryffindor #harry potter #golden era #x reader

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42spideys · 2 years

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stupid confession!

slight shibuya arc spoilers!!!

feat: gojo , yuji , megumi , nanami , geto, toji , todo

contains: a bit of angst but that’s abt it, basically all fluff…no specific pronouns but reader is said to be a man! also half of them will prolly be ooc.

“ GOJO! “

you were just really blunt about it

he was caught off terribly and fell off the couch you guys were sitting on

you stared at him with a soft smile on your face

“so, what does the strongest man in the world have to say about my confession?” even if you couldn’t see past his blindfold you could tell his eyes were wide, he quickly stood up and dusted himself off like nothing happened.

“w-well! the great - cough - gojo says uh…um…he likes…you…to.”

he turned his entire body around to stare at the wall, he hoped you didn’t hear his silly voice crack and confession. he liked you for the longest time and hearing you say so boldly you liked him was mind boggling, sure he’s the amazing, handsome, suave, and seductive gojo…but he was in actuality just a flustered mess.

gojo was too lost in thought to feel your hands hold his, your warmth soaked into his skin like a sponge. he held his breath, waiting. he wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, it’s like he was bracing himself for a hit from a cursed spirit.

oh it was just a kiss.

wait.

A KISS?

gojo tore off his blind fold to see you smiling fondly, his face burned a bright red.

“y-you idiot! i’m supposed to kiss you!”

“ GETO! “

you told him on the battlefield

both of you were on the floor with lost limbs and probably bleeding out tbh

he looked at you in absolute despair

“what did…what did you say?” he turned his face to yours, you were smiling with tears streaming down your face.

“i said, i love you. did i damage your ears or something?”

i love you.

you loved…him?

why?

the words echoed in his head like a catchy toon, you turned your head to see geto crying. for the first time in years, he shed tears. not from pain in the missing left arm and hole in his stomach, but from three simple words.

“i apologize, it’s quite pathetic to see me cry right? it’s your fault anyways, always making me feel these…these things. it was agonizing. i couldn’t understand what it was, but now i know.”

he pressed his cold chapped lips against yours, letting more tears fall.

“i love you to, i always have.”

“ TOJI. “

you spelled it out in money

he came home to find you in it with money on the floor

he looked at the floor and almost smothered you when he finally figured it out

“damn boy, you really must love me.” you shrugged and made your way towards him, you held his hands and stared blankly in his eyes. he stared back you and smiled widely, he peppered your face in wet kisses.

“eww, i love you but i don’t know if i love you that much..” you said in an exaggerated tone, he dipped you in his arms and let out a content hum.

“cmon, i know ya love me and my gross kisses.” you let out a giggle and stood yourself up, you grabbed his hand once more guiding him to the door. his jaw nearly dropped when he saw a limo outside of his run down home, you walked in front of him and opened his door.

toji wrapped you in a bear hug that could probably kill a normal human, he left soft kisses from your neck to your ear. letting out a soft giggle as he did so, he pulled back with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen on him.

“i love you kid, i love you so much aight?”

“ NANAMI! “

he was the one told you he loved you

it was after the shibuya incident

you just started crying like a baby and held him close

“y/n, i like you and i would like to treat you to a nice night out. would you accept me and my feelings?”

“of course, of course i accept your feelings! a date would be great to, just stay awake for a bit longer kay?”

you couldn’t hide the fear and pain in your voice, he was hurt bad. if you saw mahito you would kill him on sight, you felt his hand on your face and broke down. letting your head fall into his chest as broken sobs tore through your throat, he placed a hand on the back of your head and inhaled your scent.

“i’m not going to die, so you don’t need you cry. i have a date to catch tomorrow, i can’t die now.”

he said this with a painful smile on his face, you and him both knew he wouldn’t make it. not with these injury’s. you slipped a bracelet you made for nanami from your pocket and gently placed it around his wrist, he let out a sigh of content before looking at you once more.

“tomorrow, 6pm at the local cafe? it would be nice seeing you there.”

“ TODO! “

he was VERY blunt about his feelings for you and it threw you all the way off

you were just this shy boy he knew in his class yet you were exactly his type!

and good lord he let you know it

“hey, you! yeah you, come here best friend!” you almost jumped out your skin hearing his loud voice call for you, you quickly ran over to him almost falling on your face. when you got to him he placed both his hands on your shoulders and stared at you like you were a spider on the wall, worried if he stopped looking at you that you would disappear into thin air.

“i like you a lot best friend! and i’ve been thinking we should be more than best friends, we should be best lovers! the best lovers in this fuckin school haha!”

you looked up at him, you were sweaty all over and you looked away from him in embarrassment. what the hell did he mean he liked you? there’s no way you were his type, right?

“b-but i’m not even your ty-“ “you’re tall and have a fat ass, of course you’re my type! and you’re the cutest boy in the school yknow, you give that snow angel dude a run for his money!”

you blushed a bright red and hid your face in her chest let out a small squeal, he proceeded to pick you up and show you off to all his friends.

“he’s my best boyfriend! haha!”

“ MEGUMI! “

you confessed and he was very confused

kinda just looked at you with that same blank stare

he was very bold about his feelings though

“m-megumi! i like you, please go out with me.” you bowed your head in pure embarrassment, he stood there saying nothing for what seemed like hours. when you peeked your head up again he was staring at you with a small smile that made your heart swell.

“pfft, you like you’re about to explode. super cute, but i feel like i should be honest with you.”

you knew it, you should’ve never confessed to him, he’s going to reject you just like you predicted. you were to lost in thought to notice that he had you pinned against the wall behind you. when you finally noticed you wanted to turn into a puddle and run away, you turned your head away from him.

“s-sorry…i should’ve just kept it to myself…i just-“

“i like you to idiot.”

you whirled your head around to see megumi also turned away from you, tips of his ears red. you let out a small giggle and pulled him into a tight hug, he quickly wrapped his arms around you.

“yo let’s go! megumi scored!” yumi yelled from around the wall, “no way not fair! megumi got a boyfriend before me!?” nobara groaned in defeat, “my sweetest megumi…” gojo sobbed.

“will you guys shut up, god.”

“ YUJI! “

you heard him talking to some of his classmates about you

you heard the classmates make fun of your weight but not yuji

he expresses how he feels about you like he’s talking about a game he likes

“you seriously like him yuji? he’s fat!” one of the classmates said in a exasperated tone, yuji rolled his eyes at the other boy. you were outside the classroom listening in, you knew it made you look weird but you were just curious.

yuji was your long time crush for most of your school years, you just wanted to hear what he had to say is all. “i know he’s fat, what does that have to do with anything? i have a crush on him! he’s cute and smart!” “but isn’t your type tall and big asses-“ “shut up!” yuji said laughing in embarrassment.

he got serious for a moment and rubbed the back of his neck, “i don’t know man, he’s just super cool yknow? he always helps me with my studies, plays games with me, and all that stuff. my heart feels all weird when i’m with him, i know it’s love dude. i can feel it. i love him.”

hearing him speak so fondly of you made you cover your face in embarrassment, you slid down the wall next to the class doors to cool yourself off. yuji came busting out the door, his eyes fixated on you.

“so, do ya love me to? i knew you were listening silly!”

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iprefertheterminsane · 3 months

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Ok i'm a lil bit familiar w/ some of your WIPS here but the Sandman Fishbowl WIP is making me 👀👀 Can I ask about that, pls? 💗

ITS LITERALLY ONE OF THE FIRST SANDMAN FICS I EVER WROTE i DID share with you 😭😭😭 this was back whem Fishbowl Fics were still all the rage but i left it behind like 3 chapters in and forgot about it and now nobody is doing fishbowl fics anymore 😔😔😔😔. Basically Hob saves Dream from the Fishbowl and lives with Hob for a little after bc Hob manages to persuade they look for the tools human style. Its very similar to softest punk's Shelter except obviously softest punk actually published it and did it a whole lot better than I ever could. Anyway heres a snippet;

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Through the ringing of his ears, something speaks.

It resonates through the very bricks of the manor, and it trembles from it. It is from deep within the soul, of the mind, velvet seduction of a nightmare.

(It is a voice Hob knows well.)

"Roderick Burgess."

It echoes from everywhere, quiet and earth-shaking, from nowhere at all. Hob shakes his head, rapid, like a dog shaking rain off his coat.

"Do you know what you have done?"

I'm bleeding, Hob registers dimly, hands aching from torn open knuckles and peppered bits of glass, dusting his cheeks, his palms, the cold slick of the wall the blast had pushed him against. He uses it as leverage, hauling himself upwards.

"For your monstrous greed, and petty arrogance, lives have been lost, and innocents have suffered."

The worst of the shrapnel had exploded forwards, in the direction of the gate, well away from Hob's angle of safety. The heavy mist had spread, spread, spread, and the manor is dead silent.

Burgess Junior is slumped against the wall, motionless save-Hob notices with surprise-the shaky movements of his chest.

Hob finds them.

"No," cries Roderick Burgess, perched on his knees as Johanna Constantine had been in their pub, in 1789. His eyes are fogged white, unnatural, and he twitches violently from visions he cannot escape. "No, no, no, Randall, please-my son, my boy-,"

"You shall live as you had wished, Roderick Burgess."

The Stranger says, standing with an outstretched hand, stance straight and sure, and his face doused in shadows. Inhuman. The order is made in finality. His lips move, but only barely.

"And you shall beg for death."

With the sullen proclamation, the Stranger lowers his hand, and with it, it seems, the last of his strength.

Hob watches as he collapses within himself, like an imposing tower finally reduced to rubble to reveal its cracked foundations at last. He moves without thinking, and catches his Stranger before he hits the ground, gathering him into his lap. The air is no longer so deathly cold as it had been before, but his Stranger shivers still. His greatcoat had been taken from him, but Hob takes off his own shirt to cover him despite his protests, and urges him to stand.

"We need to get out of here," Hob tells him. "It's dawn soon, and the cops might be here any moment."

"My tools," the Stranger insists. "They were taken from me."

Hob is trying to figure out a gentle way to press that they are surrounded by dead bodies, a writhing old man and a quiet party, before he hears it again; familiar bird trills.

The Stranger perks, head whipping to turn towards the entrance.

"Jessamy."

Before Hob could feel bitter from the reverential tone used for an unfamiliar woman's name, the large white-breasted raven finds them, and Hob almost startles. In his lap, his Stranger places a hand to his chest, and Hob calms despite himself.

The raven flutters nervously, but decides, finally, to land on the floor by Hob's knee. She titters with worry, bumping against his Stranger's outstretched palm, and he practically slumps further from relief.

"Jessamy," Hob mutters. "She's yours?"

The Stranger doesn't answer, turning his head to bury his face in his chest instead, body shaking still, from exhaustion, anger, or the cold, perhaps even all three at once. He doesn't try to get him to stand again. His body aches, but he feels his miracle working already, how his skin begins to knit and spit glass from his flesh, leaving behind silvery scars or nothing at all. He counts to three, and with a single breath, lifts the entity in his arms, cradled in his arms in a bridal carry.

His Stranger had always been thin, but he is light, lighter than Hob knows he should be. He tries not to panic about it.

"I'm taking him home." He tells the bird. "Find the tools he's talking about, and follow us."

The bird flaps her wings twice, and caws.

"I'll keep him safe," Hob swears, with inadvisable conviction. "I promise."

This, finally, mollifies her, and Hob follows her up the stairs.

The party is silent, and bodies are slumped on floors, against tables and walls. It takes him a second glance to realize they weren't dead, as he had assumed. He hears snoring, even, and quickened breaths.

"They're sleeping?" Hob asks, walking quickly but treading carefully over their bodies.

The Stranger nods, eyes closed.

"For how long?"

Not dead, Hob surmised. But they might as well be.

"Forever."

#dreamling #sandman #fishbowl fic #damn #love you yan i missed you sm

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nhlclover · 1 year

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the last time | arber xhekaj

summary: after arber leaves you for the second time you let him know he’s on his last strike.

request: yes / no

warnings: angst (w/ slight happy ending)

a/n: based on ‘the last time’ by taylor swift. i will take any excuse to write a taylor swift song fic. also i miss him :(

word count: 1.36k

Again. It happened again. This was the second time I had watched Arber walk out of my life. The first was five months ago.

We had been together for six months. Six months I had dealt with his schedule and late nights out after games. Six months I loved him and admired his passion. And then he broke up with me, saying he needed space. It hurt. More than any breakup I had been a part of before. But I let him go. If he needed space then I would give it to him. Two months went by where I was miserable. I had missed my boyfriend and slept alone in a bed that had become accustomed to two. Then, he was back.

He was at my door, saying he wanted me back. He said it was a mistake and he was overwhelmed with his newfound fame from being in the NHL and a new relationship. I believed him. I took him back and was happy to do so. Three months passed by where we pretended like we had missed no time. No skipped anniversaries, no missed date nights. We were good for three months before we were sitting in my living room, Arber telling me this was a mistake.

“I thought I was ready but I wasn’t.” He said. He had a hurt look on his face, the same one he wore when he left me the first time. “It will only hurt us more if I stay. And I don’t want to hurt you anymore baby.”

Once again, I let him go. I was left miserable once again, seeing little remnants of his touch on my life everywhere I went. Anytime I saw the Montreal logo I thought of him and his passion for the game. Anytime I heard Morgan Wallen I remembered the time we danced on the balcony at 2 am to Somebody’s Problem.

On what should’ve been our one-year anniversary, I sat alone in my room, my tv playing an episode of Hell’s Kitchen that was barely holding my attention. My eyes burned from the tears that came in with every new memory that passed through my head. The memories of the boy I still loved — because my feelings hadn’t yet diminished — ran through my head like a movie. First kiss, first date, the first time he told me he loved me and how quickly I said it back. The first time he got in a fight on the ice and the mixture of the sense of pride and fear that coursed through me. Every career milestone and how happy I was for him.

But with all the good memories, I remember the bad ones. I remember how alone I felt when he left the first time, then how utterly stupid I felt when he left me for the second time. I couldn’t go out with my friends for the fear of seeing him made my anxiety spike. I remember lying awake at night, wracking my brain for answers because, even though Arber explained why he ended things, it felt like I was missing something.

A knocking sound coming from the front of the house pulls me from my thoughts, sending a wave of fear through me. It was the dead of winter and the middle of a snowstorm at nearly 10 pm, who would be coming to my door? I got out of my bed and slowly walked to the front door. The knocking persisted, getting louder every few seconds. I grabbed the tennis racket that sat on the floor of the coat closet and slowly cracked open the door.

The sight of the person on the other side sent a different kind of fear through me. Arber stood on my front stoop, a bouquet of pink and white tulips in hand. I opened the door fully, the cold air from outside causing goosebumps to form on my exposed legs.

Arber’s eyes are soft and delicate when he looks into mine which are bloodshot and lined with soaked eyelashes.

“Why are you here?” I ask even though I already know the answer.

“I fucked up…” He croaks out. “I can’t stop thinking about you…here alone. I hate that I caused this.”

He motions to my face on which tears have once again begun streaking down. I wipe them away using the sleeves of my sweater which just so happened to have belonged to Arber. “Can I come in?” He asks me.

I’m tempted to turn him away. To tell him no. He’s hurt me more than once and if I let him in, I can’t be sure he won’t again. But the moment I saw his face, all our good moments clouded over the bad ones, and it’s like everything was better. My love for him overshadows any hurt he made me feel. How could I possibly turn him away when I love him this much?

I opened the door fully, letting him in, and shutting the door behind him. As he removed his coat, he glanced down at the tennis racket in my hand. Arber looked at me his eyebrows furrowed.

“Arber, you came to my house in the middle of a snowstorm at 10 pm.” I tell him, putting the racket back in the closet. “I wasn’t just going to answer the door unarmed.”

Arber walks into my home, finding his way to the kitchen. He goes into the cabinet where I keep my vases and takes the scissors from their place in the drawer to cut the stems. He still remembered where I kept everything.

There are a few moments of silence as I watch him cut the stems, placing each flower into the vase. He fills the vase with water, putting it on the counter in front of me.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” I say softly.

“I know you like tulips.” He replied. I sigh, looking past the flowers at him. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry baby.”

I avert my eyes feeling them begin to brim with tears. He comes around the counter, sitting on the barstool beside mine. “I know you’ve already given me a chance before and I blew it but… Please, y/n.”

“Why?” I ask him, looking at him with tears steadily falling from my eyes. “Why should I give you another chance, Arber? All you’ve done is prove you don’t deserve another one. I’ve given you a second chance and you wasted it.”

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve changed since, y/n.” He says. “I’ve grown as a person. I’ve found a way to deal with what it's like playing in the NHL and I know I can cope now. On top of that, I have never been as miserable as I am without you.”

I look at him, reading his expression carefully. His eyes scream nothing but sadness, the bags under his eyes telling much of the story. “How do I know you won’t leave me again?” I croak out.

“Baby, I can promise you I will never leave you again.” Arber says, cupping my cheek with his hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “I understand if you need time to think about it.”

There are so many thoughts going through my head all at once. I weigh out the bad memories and the good ones. I find my mind overwhelmed with the good ones, the love I have for Arber completely swaying my decision.

“Okay.” I say.

“Okay?” Arber repeats. “You’ll take me back?”

Arber has a grin on his face, bigger than the one he had when I told him I loved him. I nod. He scoops me up from the chair, spinning me around. Arber sets me down but keeps me in his arms.

“Thank you, y/n.” He mumbles into my neck.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. The familiar scent of his cologne washed over me, comfort enveloping me. I lean back from Arber, looking up at him.

“This is the last time I’m letting you back in,” I tell him.

“This is the last time I’ll ask.” He says.

#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagine #arber xhekaj x reader #nhl imagine #nhl #montreal canadiens #hockey #angst #luvzegras

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 10 months

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Sandy Steps (Che'nya x GN!Reader)

You laughed as you watched Ace get hit square in the face with a beach ball. Though he stumbled, he somehow found his footing and didn’t fall. He glared daggers into Cater, who only shot back a smug grin in return.

“Better start paying attention!” he teased.

Ace let out something akin to a growl under his breath, teeth grit in frustration and he grabbed the beach ball from the ground. “Yeah, I’ll pay attention - pay attention to how I’m about to pummel you into the ground!”

“Oh nooooo!~” Cater cried sarcastically. “He’s going to attack me!” Cater put on a facade of fear as he stepped over to Trey’s side and hugged his arm, puppy eyes staring sappily up at him. “Protect me, Trey!”

Trey cracked a smile and raised an eyebrow at Cater in a way that said ‘really?’ Even so, Trey played along, a smirk beginning to replace his smile as he crooked his fingers at Ace. “Give your best shot, Ace.”

Ace took up that challenge as he threw the ball into the air, then struck it with a harsh slap of his hand. The impact was so loud it almost sounded like Crewel’s whip hitting the desk. The beach ball shot towards Cater and Trey at alarming speed, but Trey, who saw the trajectory from a mile away, caught it with ease. “Woo!” Cater cheered as he pat Trey on the arm. “Nice catch!”

Trey chuckled in response, “Thanks.” He shot Ace his own smug look as he directed his next words to him. “It wasn’t like it was a good throw anyway.”

“Oh, like you can do better!”

“Challenge accepted.” Trey rolled his shoulders in preparation. He slowly raised the ball in the air with one hand, prepared to send it flying as he eyed Ace. “Let’s see you catch thi-”

Everything changed when the ice water attacked.

A sudden, harsh gasp was forced from Trey and Cater as a large splash of ice water suddenly hit their backs. Though Trey was slightly shielded from the blast of cold by his opened shirt, Cater wasn’t so lucky. Both of their bodies stiffened; while Trey just stood there in shock, glasses askew, Cater let out a surprised shriek. One could have mistaken him for a little girl for how shrill it was. As Ace erupted into a fit of laughter, the two older boys turned on their heels to see just who’d play such a dirty trick. The only person in sight was Deuce - who just so happened to have a half-empty water bottle in hand.

“Traitor.” An evil smile spread across Cater’s face, narrowed eyes filled with a mix of frustration and the beginnings of evil schemes brewing. “You said you weren’t going to play.”

“So, you were working with Ace all along, huh?” Trey adjusted his glasses; his eyes were as conniving as Cater’s. “Smooth - but you aren’t just going to walk away from that.”

“Wha-?!” Deuce seemed just as surprised as they were a moment before. “W-What do you mean? I just got here!”

“Suuuuure.” Cater’s evil grin grew along with Trey’s as he got into a stance, looking ready to jump the first year. “Play innocent all you want, Deucey.”

“But I didn’t-!”

Deuce’s sentence was cut off by his own scream as both Trey and Cater charged at him. The poor boy began to run for his life - but didn’t make it far before Cater tackled him. You kept forgetting how fast the guy was; even though Deuce was on the track and field team, he couldn’t outrun the third year. Maybe it was just because of the sand. Either way, you kinda felt bad for the guy. To have both Cater and Trey gang up on you, with no help from Ace in sight (he was still laughing), was sure to be a bad time.

…still, you knew Deuce had gone to get himself some water right as the other three started tossing around the beach ball. When Deuce had said he didn’t want to participate this time around, since it would be an uneven match (Riddle and Ace had been on the same team, but the former ran off minutes earlier to scold some other Heartslabyul students for breaking some rule), you knew he’d meant it. Why would he suddenly turn to Ace’s side now? That, and you hadn’t seen any ice in Deuce’s water bottle. Sure, the water could’ve been really cold, but you could have sworn you saw solid ice hit Cater and Trey’s backs. Deuce wasn’t the type to lie…what could have-

You suddenly heard hushed giggling somewhere nearby. It came from the two wooden lounge chairs a little ways from you, around where the guys had been playing. For a moment, all you saw were Riddle and Trey’s things laid out among the chairs, along with their large umbrella towering above. Then your eyes landed on the sand below; while it was shaded by the aforementioned umbrella, you could make out two deep footprints. You thought they were just from Riddle or one of the others when they came over before…but then more began to appear. They formed as though someone was walking away from the scene. What the…?

A certain someone came to mind. You slowly stood from your own chair, tiptoeing behind the invisible footprints. When you finally reached where a person would be, you took a leap of faith and grabbed at the air below. It looked as though you’d grabbed air, but you could feel fur against your palm. That hair quickly stood on-end as you made contact with it, and along with it came a surprised noise. As the steps came to a sudden halt, a long tail slowly appeared before your eyes. You quickly recognized the purple color of the appendage - your suspicions were correct.

You smiled as you looked up. Your gaze beheld a head slowly forming in reality, its expression one of surprise. The cat had been caught. “Che’nya,” you chuckled, “it was you, wasn’t it?”

Though his voice was one of innocence, words filled with ignorance, the cat’s wide, mischievous grin gave away the answer. “Hmm?~ I don’t know what mew mean.”

“Oh, I think you do.” You eyed the empty plastic cup in his hand as the rest of his body finally materialized. “You know, if they find out, you’ll be the one getting attacked.”

Che’nya showed no fear whatsoever as he shrugged. “Nya, I’d like to see them try. Mew know I’m a fast runner.”

“You wouldn’t even run,” you said. “You’d just disappear and sit somewhere to watch them try and find you.”

“Mmm,” Che’nya’s grin grew more devious by the second, “not what I had in meowind, but I like mewr idea better.”

You nearly regretted opening your mouth. To try and spare your friends the trouble, you changed the subject. “What’re you doing here anyway? Don’t tell me you snuck in when we got here?”

“Nope.” Che’nya gestured behind him with his thumb. “I’m staying at the resort next to mew - my school’s on a trip, too. We mainly stick to the beach there,” that playful grin was back, “buuut I thought coming over here would be mewore fun~”

Oooh, that’s why Crowley decided on this sudden field trip. Figures. You suppressed an intense eye roll as you gave Che’nya a smile. “Well, I hope I get to see you more often.”

Che’nya’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Just mew? Not mewr friends - my friends?”

“Yeah, I meant them too-”

“M’awww~” Che’nya’s new target was you, apparently. “Mew want me all to mewrself? So cute!”

“I-I didn’t mean-!”

“Sure!” Che’nya’s tail flicked your leg. “I’ve been wanting to spend time with mew anyway.” He took your hand as he began to walk away. “C’mon, let’s get ice cream.”

You looked over your shoulder to see your friends still preoccupied with Deuce. Poor guy…as Che’nya continued to tug you along, you looked forward again and protested. “W-Wait, I need to-”

“Mmn?” Che’nya looked back at you, actually seeming confused. “I thought mew wanted to go on a date?”

“I need to save - wait, what?”

“Yeah.” Che’nya grinned again, eyebrows raised. “Mew aren’t going to back out, are mew, [Y/n]?~”

He…Che’nya, you, on a date. A date…your mind swam with questions, flustered ones. You could feel your face begin to heat up, which only caused the cat to chuckle. His smile was more gentle as he held your hand a little tighter.

“I promise I’ll have you back before they miss you too much.” He dropped the cat puns. That wasn’t like him. “Just c’mon - I promise it’ll be fun.”

You said nothing for a moment…then you squeezed his hand. “Okay.”

You could hear a small purr leave him as he began to lead you again. Your sandy steps grew as you walked away from the beach. Though you felt back, you promised yourself you’d explain everything to your friends later, including who the actual ice water assailant was. For now, though…you simply enjoyed the soft hold of Che’nya’s hand, the affectionate brushes of his tail, and the fond way he looked at you.

#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series #twisted wonderland #twst #my work #chenya x reader #twst chenya #twst ace #twst trey #twst cater #twst riddle #twst deuce #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #ace trappola #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #artemiy artemiyevich pinker

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delcakoo · 2 years

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like a fever ༊*·˚ y.jw

ᵎᵎ PAIRING ! jungwon x gn!reader

ᵎᵎ WC ! 1.5k

ᵎᵎ GENRE ! est relationship, fluff n crack

ᵎᵎ WARNINGS ! miraculous ladybug. (def didn’t use this fic as an excuse to rant about it)

ᵎᵎ SUMMARY ! when jungwon comes home from practise to find you and a mountain of tissues on the floor, he’s ready to make you soup and watch terrible cartoons all night.

a/n: im so smart w the title B) anyways you guys are too nice, thank you for all the love on my other posts :(

you blew your nose for what felt like the thousandth time today. the mountain of used tissues in the garbage can next to you only grew the longer you sat on the floor, suffering in your boyfriends shirt alone.

how did you get sick? great question. perhaps it was the student next to you in math who kept sneezing a suspicious amount of times, or it could’ve been your fellow employee at work who had disappeared into the bathroom for the rest of their shift, leaving you to deal with annoying customers alone. whatever it was, you’d definitely caught something.

you were a bit frustrated with your body's weak immune system, because usually when a certain someone got home from dance practise, you’d have dinner ready for him after all the hard work. but now, you felt like you’d fall right back down if you attempted to move at all.

speaking of jungwon, you recognise the sound of his keys jingling in the locks, humming a quiet tune. you continue to bask on the floor like a starfish, but quickly make sure to raise your head slightly so you can see his handsome face right away. when he opens the door, he practically throws his jacket and bucket hat on the rack, pulling off his shoes with his feet alone. “i told you that’s how you ruin your shoes.” you scold, grabbing another tissue and making an elephant like sound from across the room.

jungwon’s head whips to your voice’s direction, morphing into confusion and slight amusement at the sight of your current position. “baby? what are you doing on the floor? we have a perfectly functioning couch and bed the last time i checked.” he giggles cutely, but quickly stops when he notices the bin full of tissues. “jesus, are you sick jagi? do you want soup? or medicine? or wanna make me watch those stupid cartoons again?” he bombards you with questions worriedly.

you sniffle as the boy kneels down and helps you sit up, massaging your shoulders gently. “the floor feels nice and cold on my back.” you explain, “and yes please, i wanna watch miraculous again.”

he nods, gesturing for you to lift your arms so he can pick you up. “i am not letting you sit on the floor, you can have some ice cream to cool you down after you eat.” he holds you tightly in his arms before placing you on the couch, grabbing the remote and scrolling until he finds the show. once you pick an episode, he leaves for the kitchen quickly, ready to begin making you a snack.

you appreciate jungwon, you really do. but the caregiver in you can’t help but feel concerned even now. your boyfriends schedule had no time for dilly dallying, and you had to stress about feeling almost like a nuisance to be taking up his precious time for rest. “baby,” you called. in a split second he’s next to you again.

“yeah? do you need anything?”

you shake your head. “it’s just— are you sure you’re okay? maybe you should go to sleep, you’ve been working way too hard and i can ju-“ before you can finish, jungwon plants a kiss to your lips softly.

“don’t even finish that sentence. you’re always caring for me every single day, and i hate how i’m always too busy to repay you. now let me be the one babying you for a change.” you gulp shyly, nodding, and he smiles that adorable smile of his before running back into the kitchen.

only a few minutes (and tissues) later, jungwon returns with two bowls of chicken noodle soup and a box of crackers. “finally, my baby’s here.” you say, and jungwon feels happiness shoot through him at your words. that is, until he notices you eyeing the soup as if it were a pot of gold.

“yah, i’m supposed to be your baby.” he pouts, handing you the bowl reluctantly.

you giggle mischievously, taking another spoonful of noodles. “sorry jungwon.”

he gasps. “why are we on a first name basis now? who helped you off the floor when you were acting like a grandma? me or the soup!?”

at his complaints, you laugh harder. “okay okay, sorry baby.” his smile returns at that, pulling you closer as you both enjoy your soup. despite probably being considered too “old” for cartoons, you absolutely loved them. you always made jungwon watch them with you, and he didn’t care too much as long as he got to cuddle you the whole time.

however, he couldn’t deny that the show you were currently watching was absolutely terrible, to him at least. you began watching it last week — which meant that he inevitably would have to as well — and it was probably the most agonising week of his life. the characters were all stupid and had no development, the plot made no sense, and it was so repetitive.

“how do even children enjoy this garbage?”

you, who currently had their nose in a tissue as usual, shot up to meet your boyfriends eyes in disbelief. “what do you mean? it’s so good! i have to keep watching until marinette and adrien finally figure out each others secret identities!”

he scoffs. “you really think they’re going to let that happen? they have to milk at least six more seasons out of this nonsense first.” you look at him with brows furrowed, and he continues. “every episode is just the same thing, jagi. it can go on forever. everyday a new villain for ladybug to defeat then hawkmoth goes ‘i’ll get them next time’ but we all know he never will. and did you see all the new miraculous in the new trailer? they can just keep adding new heroes too, leading to more merch and dumb toys and all in all more money for them.” by the end of his tangent, your boyfriend releases a big breath.

you sit there, attention fully on the boy next to you with a mouthful of noodles. “wow, i think you’re more obsessed with this show than me.”

“just stating the obvious.”

you shrug in response. “whatever you say, i still think chat noir’s pretty cool.”

jungwon swears he hurt his neck with how fast he whipped back to gaze at you. “eh? are you telling me i have to compete with a famous, rich actor and model who is also a superhero of paris at night!?” he inquires desperately.

you bend over, starting to giggle uncontrollably at his genuinely distressed face. “well..” you begin.

he begins to tickle you. “what is it then, the blonde hair? i’ll contact my stylist right now if it’s what you want!” you cackle, watching as jungwon begins to laugh himself, his eyes turning into soft crescents. “yah, this isn’t funny!

after more tickling and jungwon complaining about every scene of every episode, it was time for you to have your medicine. which you were not excited for. you were the type of person to believe that all of the “medicine” you’d buy was just the same useless shit in different shitty forms.

maybe you were just weak, but the result of swallowing down the liquid that probably tasted like a rotting corpse was just you being even more drowsy and dead inside than before. “but it tastes so bad!” you whine, watching as your boyfriend walks back in the room, medicine and a glass of water in hand.

“this one doesn’t,” he replies encouragingly, “it’s bubblegum flavor.”

“you know that means nothing right? all the ‘flavors’ taste the same.” you deadpan, watching as jungwon sets both cups down next to you on the couch.

the boy sighs, pondering on how to get you to drink it, before a genius idea comes to his mind. “if you have every drop of it, i’ll watch one more episode of miraculous with you before bed.”

your face brightens at that, and jungwon has to stifle a laugh at your adorable childishness. “really?” he desperately wants to say no — as he doesn’t think he can get through watching another episode of that dumpster fire — but he nods anyway. it’s for your health, he decides.

at that, you gulp, staring down at the pink liquid in disgust. you can do this for jungwon (and miraculous), you think, before taking a deep breath and chugging it down, quickly drinking the water just as fast.

you gag immediately, the horrifying taste sticking to your tongue. immediately after, jungwon scoops you up into his arms and unceremoniously flops onto the couch. holding you in his lap, he rubs your back gently, planting a kiss to your forehead. “you did so well, see? i knew you could do it.”

still in jungwons lap, you smack your mouth, trying to recover from the sour taste. “miraculous please.”

“aish.. i was hoping you’d forget.”

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