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carlsdarling · 7 months

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carl with fingering. it can be anything. any scenario. it’s all i can think about right now because LOOK AT HIS HANDS.

please and thank you 🙏🏼 keep on doing gods work 💗

Piano Player's Hands

Y/N gets really obsessed with Carl's hands... Bit more of a plot, than sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

Piano player's hands, that's what popped into your head when you first became aware of Carl Grimes' hands during a boring meeting at the Alexandria Community Center.

You were sitting around a large round table, and the topic was how to make the Alexandria neighborhood safer because Saviours often prowled around the area

Carl didn't say much - he never did - he just listened, both hands wrapped around a coffee cup. Once you started, you couldn't stop looking at his hands. They were big for such a slender boy, but graceful - with long, slender fingers and clearly visible knuckles. Really the hands of a piano player; only the chipped and somewhat dirty fingernails and the calluses, the rough skin and the small wounds didn't fit the picture, you mused. But Carl's hands were mostly busy working, killing walkers or cleaning weapons. There wasn't much time for hand and nail care.

"Y/N?" asked Maggie impatiently, and you noticed startled - apparently she hadn't addressed you for the first time.

"Um, what?" you asked dumbly, and Maggie rolled her eyes.

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to be assigned to regular patrols outside the wall?"

"Uh, yeah," you stammered, taking your eyes off Carl's hands with difficulty.

***

In the following time you caught yourself again and again thinking about Carl in a juicy way. About him and his hands, especially his fingers. You imagined Carl pleasuring himself; how his long fingers closed around his hard shaft and moved up and down, squeezing lightly, how he rubbed his thumb over the wet tip, how he tossed his head back and forth on the pillow and moaned. Certainly Carl did it every day; at least that was true of most boys his age. You had never had much contact, but now your thoughts were constantly circling around Carl.

When you masturbated yourself, you now fantasized exclusively about Carl; you dreamed of him sliding those fingers into your pussy and stroking your clit. You feared that people would see what you were thinking, so you started avoiding Carl. Whenever you ran into him, you would turn bright red, turn around, and walk away in the other direction. One day you were supposed to stand guard on the wall with Carl, but that was completely impossible, you couldn't talk to him or look him in the eye - he would read your dirty mind, you were sure of it. So you sought out Rick and asked him to let you switch shifts with someone.

Rick frowned at the schedule where the guard duties were listed. It was clear he wasn't thrilled with your request. "Now I'm going to have to reschedule everything," he groused. "Why do you want to change shifts?"

"Um, I, I... well, I don't like getting up early," you lied.

"The shift starts at 10 AM," Rick wondered. "But well, I guess you can switch with Glenn; you'll be on at 6 PM," he stated, scribbling on the list. Neither Rick, nor you had noticed Carl standing next to the doorway to the living room.

After leaving Rick's house, you went to the stables, you wanted to look at a newborn foal. The foal was lying in the straw, sleeping, protected by its mother. "Cute, isn't it?" a voice sounded behind you.

The foal woke up and roused itself. You flinched. "Carl!" you exclaimed. "Are you stalking me?" you then accused him.

"To be honest, yes," he answered hesitantly. "I overheard that you didn't want to be on guard duty with me. Besides, you're avoiding me like I have the plague. Have I done something to you?" he asked, half hurt, half provocative.

You glanced past him to his left hand, with which he was petting the foal. "No," you murmured. The sight made you all tingly.

"Then what is it?" demanded Carl angrily.

"Well...I can't talk about it," you evaded, your face glowing. You tried to walk past Carl out of the stable, but he held you by the shoulder.

"Wait," he said, amused. "Are you...are you maybe crushing on me?" He grinned.

"I don't know," you squirmed, licking your lips. Carl was suddenly very close to you, his breath warmly brushing your neck, then all of a sudden his lips lay softly on yours. You let yourself go into the kiss, of course you did. When you stopped the kiss a moment later, you whispered, "I can't stop thinking about your fingers."

Carl raised an eyebrow - the one, visible one. "My fingers?"

"Yes, they...they're extraordinary, beautiful, and I'd like you to...um..."

Carl chuckled. "Now I understand," he said, throwing you a cocky smile before kissing you again, letting his right hand wander to the buttons of your jeans, undoing them and fumbling forward into your panties. You went to your knees whimpering as he stroked you between your legs, wetting his fingers. You sank to the floor together, and you impatiently pushed your pants and panties down to your knees to give Carl free access. "You're completely wet for me," he noted with fascination.

"Carl, finger me, please," you moaned breathlessly, raising your hips with a yelp as Carl obeyed, sliding his index and middle finger into your willing pussy and gently moving them back and forth with a smooth rhythm. "Oh, Carl, yes, please," you moaned, totally wanting and at his mercy. Your muscles clenched around his fingers, craving more and more of him. He bent down and kissed you passionately as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. You clung to Carl's shoulders as he pushed you over the edge and the world exploded around you in stars and rainbow colors. "Carl!!!" you panted, clawing at him. One of the horses shied away at your outcry.

Breathing heavily, you relaxed as Carl slowly pulled his fingers out of you. They were all slippery from your juices. Your heart raced. Carl pressed himself against you longingly. "You could do something for me now," he pleaded, and you could see the bulge in his jeans. He rubbed over it meaningfully.

"Jerk yourself off," you suggested. "I want to see that."

Carl grinned suggestively. "Someday, maybe, but right now I want you to jerk me off. It's only fair, don't you think?" he pouted.

He wasn't wrong, though. "All right," you agreed. You still had a little time before you had to show up for your work at the doctor's office. Eagerly, Carl opened his belt and his jeans and pulled out his fully erected dick, and you noted that it was really big and just as pretty as Carl's hands, and inhaled sharply. However, it turned out that Carl was so aroused from your previous activities that he cum all over your hand just as soon as you touched him.

"Oh," he commented lamely. "Sorry, baby."

You had to snicker. "I think we should do this more often."

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whumpback-wail · 5 months

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04 - Investigation Continues

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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“The production zone could use a hand in inventory, I think the work there may suit you more than manually making the Gardemeks, that one requires a lot more strength,” the guard looked up from his clipboard and gave her a smile, "don't hesitate to come to me if you have any problems."

That was three days ago.

(y/n) was honestly taken aback. She had expected people- prisoners to be more… Rude? Rough? But everyone here seemed to be nice with each other.

Shaking her head, (y/n) reminded herself that it's only a matter of time. She's innocent, a victim caught in the spider web of investigation and lies, and Navia is on the surface working to get her out. If there's anyone (y/n) can trust, it's Navia.

Anyway, (y/n) needed to speak with the Duke. He was away when she first got to the Fortress, and the production people had kept her busy since then. Perhaps after hours at night? Is he even back yet?

She sighed and resigned herself to stacking boxes of spare parts on shelves. (y/n) had categorized each area assigned to her so that it becomes easier for her when the time comes to get specific boxes ready.

(y/n) eyed the final box, it was filled with scrap metal, but it was completely full. The only empty spot that goes for that category would be the one further up. She looked around for more empty boxes, perhaps splitting up the contents would work-

Distracted by her thoughts, she did not see - nor hear, the sound of heavy boots walking towards her. Suddenly the man was already beside her and picking up the box.

"So does this go into that empty slot up there?"

(y/n) turned to look, and came face to face with a tall muscular man, her own height barely passing his shoulder. He donned a black shirt under a grey vest, with his jacket draped over his shoulders. His hair seemed to have a permanent bed head style which shows off the grey tufts in between the black ones. He looked like someone who would enjoy energy drinks while listening to heavy metal music, she thought, before she snapped out of it once she noticed his steel blue eyes looking into hers, awaiting an answer.

"Um… yeah there." (y/n) pointed at the empty spot.

He placed the box there seemingly without effort. He clapped the dust off his hands and loosened his red tie. "You're new here."

It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," (y/n) replied.

-and I'm not supposed to be here, I'm innocent. I was framed.

"Sorry I wasn't here when you came in. I'm the Duke."

(y/n) stared at him. So that's why he was dressed so differently from the other guards, despite the similar colour scheme.

"Y-your Grace." She nodded at him politely, "I'm (y/n), I was hoping to see you to discuss some things regarding me being here."

• • •

After further checks from the doctors, she was given the clear to see more visitors. Navia had rushed inside after that. She was the first familiar face she had seen after Wriothesley. (y/n) missed her friend dearly.

However, (y/n) could tell that Navia was being careful with both her words and touch. Navia did not ask anything about her time in captivity, instead choosing to speak more mundane everyday things, like what cake she likes lately. Wriothesley must have warned her, or maybe the nurses did. Eitherway, the visit was kept short, a nurse then came to get her when the time was up.

Once visits were over, Wriothesley was the one who kept her company while she had dinner, then he had to leave to meet up with Neuvillette to discuss matters in regards to… the recent events. He had made sure that she was asleep before he left, leaving her room at the capable hands of the two guards outside.

It felt almost like a routine now. Every few days Wriothesley, Navia, and Neuvilette would meet at the safety of Neuvilette's office, occasionally joined by Aether and Paimon, which was the case this time.

“Wriothesley,” Paimon greeted, ”how’s (y/n)?”

“Her recovery is progressing nicely. Now that visitors are allowed to see her, why don’t you stop by to say hi sometime.”

Aether nodded, “sure, we’ll stop by before we go take another commission tomorrow.”

“It was nice to see her again,” Navia smiled as Wriothesley took a seat next to her, “still, (y/n) felt different, sometimes her eyes glaze over as if she’s elsewhere, then it focuses on you again. I can suggest you some therapists if you’d like? I’m sure (y/n) would need one eventually.”

Wriothesley nodded at her, “I would really appreciate that, thank you for lending us your men too, Navia.”

Clearing his throat, Wriothesley went straight to business. "Anything new?"

The two shook their heads.

"The Spina di Rosula managed to track down a handful more men who worked under Arderne,” Neuvilette explained, “but none of them have any useful information. The only other person they seem to think has any information is a guy named Dougier. They say he worked directly under Arderne.”

Wriothesley paused, the name sounds familiar. Wasn’t he…

“He’s part of the Berrett society, wasn’t he?” Aether asked, “Is he still in Meropide?”

Wriothesley frowned. “No. His sentence was over a month ago, right before… Before my fiancée was taken.”

“Hmm… so he’s involved,” Neuvilette took a sip of water out of his fancy glass. Why is it that only Nuevilette can drink plain water that elegantly? “I’m not surprised. After all, the man did have a grudge against you for uncovering his schemes that time, Wriothesley.”

"That explains a lot." Wriothesley mumbled, he unclenched his fists, not realizing when he started feeling that tense.

"We'll need to track down Dougier next then?" Aether asked.

"Yes, I'll dispatch some of my men to ask around my network." Wriothesley answered.

"Spina di Rosula have been scouring the area for him but there were no traces, they reported that it was as if he disappeared." Navia pondered, crossing her legs as both gentlemen looked up at her, "but we all know people don't just disappear into thin air, it's possible we overlooked something. Let's go over the chronological order once again.

• • •

(y/n) jolted awake. Another bad dream, she’s safe now, there’s nothing to worry about.

She directed her gaze at the sofa, which was devoid of her husband. Is he still outside? She knew he was investigating her case, so perhaps he’s meeting up with Neuvilette and Navia.

Suddenly she felt nauseous.

Again?

These past few days she kept waking up with nausea, but this was the first time she felt the strong urge to vomit. (y/n) quickly pressed the call button and clumsily stumbled to the toilet using her crutches. She lifted the toilet bowl and emptied the contents of her stomach.

“(y/n)?” She could hear nurse Komaki in her room.

“I’m here.”

The door to the bathroom swung open, and nurse Komaki quickly rushed to her side. She held up (y/n)’s hair as she continued to retch and dry heave into the toilet bowl.

“Did you just wake up before this happened?”

“Yeah.” (y/n) felt tears pricking behind her eyes. She remembered clear as day the things that happened to her in the facility, but part of her refused to accept a specific event that kept recurring.

It can't be… right?

"Uh... Nurse Komaki?" (y/n)’s voice was shaky

"Yes dear?"

(y/n) hesitated. She didn't want to do this but she had to make sure.

“May I… Is it possible to get a pregnancy test?”

Nurse Komaki’s eyes widened, she leaned in closer to her, eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and worry. “Of course dear. No questions asked. I can also arrange to test for any STDs, with your consent of course.”

“T-thank you. I'd need that.” (y/n) sighed in relief, but then straightened up when she remembered her other point.

“And uh… I believe with the doctor and patient confidentiality you can at least do this much… uhh… Please don’t tell Wriothesley about this.”

• • •

"There, that's it!" Navia's exclamation turned all eyes on her, "you said you found her unconscious and she was not breathing, but she showed little to no signs of memory loss or brain damage, on top of her vision being taken too."

Wriothesley knew where she was going with this.

"Humans will suffer brain damage if the brain is not supplied with oxygen for over 4 minutes." Navia continued.

"Are you saying… her breathing stopped within four minutes of me arriving at her cell? I didn't see anyone come in or out."

Navia nodded, "that is very likely."

Neuvilette squinted at the maps spread out in front of them. "Then… there's a chance that a hidden passage or room is present in the location where she was found."

Paimon hummed, a bit confused, "What about how she retained her memories even without a vision?"

"For now we don't really have an answer to that," Wriothesley got up, "but I'm sure at least Dougier does."

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tachimichishrine · 4 months

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i’ve found someone who writes for tachi?? omg?? you’re writing is so amazing i love it! can i req an x reader where she’s like chuuya’s subordinate in the pm so she’s higher ranking than tachihara but takes an interest in him bc, hello?? who wouldn’t? so she starts to play specific moves that draw them closer together (ngl im thinking mastermind by taylor swift if yk the song) and when they’re finally dating he confesses that he knew what she was doing the whole time? aka intelligent slightly manipulative reader thinking she’s being slick abt it. thank youu!

"mastermind"

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tachihara michizou x fem! chuuya's subordinate! reader

warnings: mention of drugs/alcohol and drink spiking (dont try this at home kids) ; a little bit of gore/torture but it's one sentence ; for some reason there are some elements of kind of sort of yandere!reader that just manifested themselves grgrgr but barely i promiseee ; fluff + plot ; cursing n intended lowercase

it was the middle of the night, and your phone wouldn't stop ringing. you tried snoozing it, turning it on silent but it would keep vibrating on the night table aggressively. against your better judgement, you picked it up and took a look at the caller id.

"boss man 🤏🧍"

well, you couldn't ignore that.

"what the fuck do you want you short little shit, it's 2 in the fucking morning," you grumbled, then cleared your throat before actually pressing the green icon to pick up the line. "hello, boss. is there anything I can-"

"cut the bull, where the hell are you?"

"um, at home? sleeping?" you raised a brow that he couldn't see. "am I supposed to be somewhere?"

"you- forget about it. just get here, now."

now, he was really getting on your nerves. "get where? I can't read your mind, boss, what-"

he hung up.

you didn't have a problem with chuuya in general; he was a decent guy, sometimes. you got assigned to work under him in the fallout of his partner, the famed demon prodigy, disappearing. of course, he didn't want anything to do with you at first, and you would've felt the same if mori wasn't breathing down your neck to keep on it. so, you kept showing up on his missions a few minutes before he arrived, the information already extracted or people already beat to a pulp.

he still wouldn't budge, so you had enough of working so hard just to be his subordinate and exploded at him one day. he could barely get a word in as you yelled loudly and ranted about his inability to accept help. while he was speechless in the aftermath, you just sighed tiredly, handed him your phone number and said that you weren't going away anytime soon and you'd appreciate it if he would just let you work for him already. time passed and eventually you got his trust.

what you didn't get, however, was an explanation for why you were rushing to slide into clothing fit for the outside world and making your way to the port mafia headquarters. it was the only place he could mean, so you ran over there with guns strapped to your thighs and safety off. you had to plan for whatever the hell might've been going on, but all you saw was a nearly empty lobby.

you cursed under your breath, irritated that you busted your ass for no reason. from the corner of your eye, you found a familiar face and approached him.

"hirotsu," you walked over with a pissed expression, "do you know where chuuya is?"

"oh, chuuya isn't here. he told me he'd be sending someone to deal with it," he said following a polite nod of the head. "he needed the black lizard to perform a mission, but he's unavailable tonight. so, he said that he'd send you."

"he's unavailable?" your eyes nearly bulged straight out of your skull, but you caught the slight squint in his face. "oh. he's drunk out of his mind, isn't he?"

hirotsu nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so. mori only gave him this assignment tonight, and he was already intoxicated when he got the call. I was with him when it happened, so I suggested he call you."

"oh, he so owes me one after tonight," you chuckled, less angry now that you realized he was probably just collapsed on his couch at home and will have the worst hangover the next morning, which you could easily mock him for. well, at least that brightened your mood a little, aside from seeing the black lizard in action. you'd heard of them, ordered massacres through hirotsu but never been there to witness it. that would definitely be fun. "sooo, what exactly do I need to do? just be there or something? yell out 'fire!' like some kind of medieval war commander? 'cause I've always wanted to do that."

the old man was slightly amused by all of your excitement regarding the concept. he said that he just needed someone to be there in case, and you were technically of a higher ranking than he was. you told him that he was such a stickler for hierarchy; he retorted that you sounded like some guy he worked with named tachihara. who that was, you hadn't a clue, but you were assured he'd be there alongside another leader of the battalion.

the rest was a lot less interesting than you thought it would be. you strolled into an abandoned warehouse where the enemy was based with a small army behind you, and you stood there while they lined themselves at your side and waited for your word. you went against your inner child and ordered them to fire in a normal voice rather than a stupidly dramatic one, then you just watched the bodies fall. you glanced at the side to see hirotsu, who was intently scanning his surroundings to make sure there were no tricks. by his side, you saw a masked person and another man who was half-asleep, leaning against the wall.

you fell hard to the sound of gunshots.

maybe it was the way his entire body leaned onto the worn concrete, the way his foot was flattened against the wall and his hips slumped lopsidedly, the way his v-neck plunged down his chest from under his coat, the way his jaw sat tight and clenched despite his slender neck bending backwards to rest the weight of his head behind him. you pulled your gaze off of him since you were afraid of staring, but everyone was already dead and hirotsu was commanding the nameless suits back to hq. the man opened one eye - fuck, they were a glossy amber, some of the prettiest you'd ever seen - and scoffed while he followed them out. he walked like a textbook delinquent, hands in his pockets with awful posture, and you just watched him.

shit, what just happened? you exchanged some brief words with hirotsu as he thanked you for showing up, but all went over your head. you blurted out the question before you could think twice.

"which one of them was tachihara? out of the two who came with us. since, y'know, you were mentioning him earlier..." since, y'know, you couldn't get the picture of your mystery man out of your head and you needed to know his name.

following the affirmation that it was indeed the man with the bandage on his face, you at least had a name as you flopped back into bed at 5 in the morning. you didn't sleep, and you sure as hell couldn't get your heart to stop beating so fast.

something had unhinged inside of you, and all you knew was that you were going to have him.

"boss, what'd'ya want me to do to 'em?" you yawned, half-asleep as you sat next to the hungover mafioso who was holding some kind of mystery drink in his hand while the other shielded his eyes from the light of day. you came over to his apartment - something which you knew he hated but was in no position to protest right now - and were simultaneously nursing him back to health and being a pain in his ass. "if word gets out that we annihilated the organization but two of their executives are still alive, our rep would take a hit."

"can you shut the fuck up," he groaned, body slumping further onto his fancy kitchen counter while you continued to laugh internally at him and his slightly pathetic situation.

"look, boss, I'll tell you what," you leaned down to his crouched over height and placed a cautious hand on his shoulder, "I'll take care of it. the whole thing. I just need your permission to grab the black lizard if I need 'em for support, but I can make sure it all goes away. and you can just sit today out and spend all day in bed if that's what you want. how does that sound, boss?"

he grumbled and passed out again; you took that as a yes.

you smiled to yourself as you picked up the unconscious body bridal-style, walked over to his bedroom and set him down. he complained loudly in undefined slurring, but you just shushed him and tucked him in under the covers. he was still trying to argue with you when you removed his hat, placed it at his bedside and then gently kissed his forehead and wished him a good nap. it was a little ironic just how much your boss felt like an uncontrollable younger sibling, but you would never say it to his face as you enjoyed the use of your unfractured limbs.

you tiptoed your way out of the apartment and the building, despite being fairly certain that not even an earthquake could disturb his slumber, with parts and pieces of your plan coming together. what you said was true, you did need to take care of those surviving executives. but you didn't really need the black lizard.

you only needed him.

tachihara heard a gentle cocking of the gun as you glanced in his direction, waiting confirmation that he was indeed ready to storm the facility. you had managed to track down the runaways and corner them in their hideout, and decided you'd call for "backup"; you asked hirotsu for someone who was good with guns and mid-range fighting, since you knew that if you didn't specify, you might end up with the other commander of the black lizard. you didn't like leaving things to chance.

you tilted your head to the side, giving the signal for him to go ahead and sneak down the next hallway. he was eerily good on his feet, light steps as if he were made to be a spy. you did a lot of infiltration work on chuuya's behalf (his face - rather, his short frame - were too easily recognizable on the streets), and every second got you thinking of ways to subtly suggest to him that he provide backup once more on any one of your numerous infiltration missions.

for his part, tachihara didn't seem to be noticing all the coincidences lately. he didn't appear particularly deft or clueless, just indifferent as if he truly couldn't care less. instead of a faint pang in the backrooms of your heart, you felt a sense of challenge, like it was your mission to get him to fall for you because the good things in life are worth fighting for. besides, where's the fun in it if he wasn't playing hard to get?

the mission went by in a blur. you mimicked his mannerisms, ensuring that your movements were perfectly synced with his so that your gunshots felt more like a dance, synchronized bullet ballet. when all was done and the bodies were dropped, you shot him a faint smile.

he raised a brow, perplexed at your joy among the sea of blood, but you began clutching at your chest like he'd shot you with his glare and he chuckled a little bit. you could've sworn you fell in love with him all over again.

"say, I was wondering..." you thought out loud as you crouched down to the body of the target, pulling out a knife from your calf, "are you new? in the port mafia, I mean. I've been here ages and I don't think I would've forgotten someone who shoots like you do."

leaning on the wall while he watched you carve out their skin, peeling off a specific section that had their organization's signature tattoo, tachihara scoffed. "what's it to you?"

"just makin' small talk, don't get your panties in a twist sweetheart," you snickered, albeit screaming a little internally; you didn't expect him to be so resistant. you bagged the proof you needed to show your boss that you got the job done, then rose back to your feet. "alright, we're done here. thanks for the backup."

"wasn't like it was my choice," he rolled his eyes, although you didn't sense any true irritation in his voice. good, this is good, you can work with that.

"wasn't your choice, huh?" you repeated to yourself out loud. "how 'bout this, then: I'm gonna go grab a drink, so it'd be your choice if ya wanted to tag along, no?"

he murmured something about being busy and you tried not to let him see you frown as you walked out.

this was your fifth "coincidence".

coincidentally, tachihara ended up needing to hand-deliver a message to chuuya, but you coincidentally bumped into him and promised to pass it on. he looked at you a bit suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

coincidentally, you were out drinking with hirotsu on the same day he was going to join the old man. you wouldn't go so far as to say that you played a part in the veteran's sudden diarrhea that left you two alone, but then again it was quite odd that you slipped some sort of substance in his drink right before. not that anyone saw, of course.

coincidentally, weeks of coincidences paid off. every time you'd run into him, need the black lizard or the other way around, he was starting to loosen up. you had a number of inside jokes and he spoke a little more on missions.

this time, you had to go negotiate with a foreign organization from which you imported an important number of your firearms. chuuya was available to go, but you pleaded with him to let you do this on your own, making up some lie about how sending an underling instead of an executive would show them that they are not the ones in control. he seemed skeptical but let you go.

soon afterwards, you whipped out your phone to dial his number.

"it's so unfair!" you complained to tachihara, groaning loudly as you combed through your closet for the right outfit for the occasion. "like I get it, he's busy and all, but dumping a mission on me last minute? sheesh, that's a cheap move, especially from chuuya. I've got 2 hours to figure out what the fuck I'm going to say to these people."

you left the phone on speaker while you pressed dresses against your figure, glancing in the mirror to see if it was the right one. "and it's a big organization, too! I have no idea what I'm going to do if things go south except get my brains blown out."

lies. if things went south, you would easily be able to make your way out unscathed. you were the right hand woman to a port mafia executive, not a scared little girl, but he didn't need to know that right now.

"would'ya like me to tag along? if they see one person, it might look like you were sent as a sacrifice, but if we're two, they'll know we mean business," he offered, as planned. you pumped your fists in the air and contained a squeal.

"hm? oh, you don't need to do that, tachi," you said softly, sliding out of your clothes and into your form-fitting outfit, making sure to check out your ass and reaffirm that you looked stunning. "wait! I'm just kidding," you giggled playfully, "it would mean a lot if you did. thanks."

he chuckled the faintest amount, and you made plans for when and where to meet. you told him that it was a high-end restaurant, so he'd need to wear something fancy enough to blend in, but of course the high-end restaurant was your idea. you'd planned it all in advance, setting up a corner in the back of a place that the mafia had under their thumb and inviting the organization there.

a date, it was a date, and it didn't matter if he didn't know it.

"you look stunning, dear." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, looking up with soft eyes you'd never have expected. he pulled out a seat for you and called the waiter to get you a cold glass of water.

unfortunately, "he" was the executive from the other organization, not tachihara.

awkwardly, your plus one stood in the corner with the rest of the guards, shooting you occasional glares that basically screamed, "why did I volunteer to do this, again?" you just laughed internally and told yourself that you'd take him out again as a way to make up for it, which was your goal all along. you adored it when all the pieces fell into place.

the negotiations were flawless. the man across the table from you seemed to be very willing to cooperate, and you figured his slight cracks at flirting might've been a part of it. the other part was that he looked positively jet lagged and you might've put a little something in his wine to mellow him out. you were sure he would've reached the same conclusion if he was sober, this was just a harmless little nudge in the right direction.

"10% increase on the price for a 20% increase on the quantity of firearms imported, then," you reiterated, smiling sweetly at him while he agreed to double what someone in their right mind would ask for. "lovely doing business with you, sir. I'm glad this didn't have to escalate."

he smiled softly, offering you his hand to help you up then nodding his head towards the exit so his goons would follow him out. you looked at the piece of paper he'd slid into your palm, a phone number etched into it, then watched him looking back at you with a wink. for a moment, you could've sworn you'd almost forgotten about tachihara.

"that was boring as fuck," he strolled over to you, clicking his tongue as he complained about his feet hurting from standing there for so long, saying that he wouldn't have worn a goddamn suit and tagged along if he knew all he would be doing is watching you flirt with some guy."

"that," you stressed, pocketing the number but trying not to think about it, "was not flirting. if I was whoring myself out for the mafia, believe me I'd put myself down with my own hand."

"oh yeah? brave words for a woman with a dress that tight on her ass," he scoffed, crossing his arms before he realized what he'd just said.

"tachi, you lookin' at my ass?"

he seemed at a loss for words, huffing angrily as he walked out and you laughed to yourself. he was so cute when he got angry.

tachihara michizou was not an idiot.

he, however, did not know what to make of your behaviour towards him.

all these run-ins, all your conveniently-timed missions where you were down one person, every text you seemed to send at the perfect time. he knew your gaze lingered on him and he knew that you wore that dress for him, but he couldn't be sure about it.

confirmation came when he was casually chatting with chuuya over drinks.

"my damn subordinate has been so fucking weird lately," the executive slurred, gesturing for another glass while he toyed with the empty one. "reminds me of that fucking dazai... always plotting some kind of shit..."

"she sounded kind of pissed with you 'cause of that last gig with the firearms dealers," he retorted before downing his shot and slamming his fist on the counter out of adrenaline. "since you dumped it on her."

"huh?! the fuck you mean, dump it on her? she was practically beggin' me for that job, said she didn't want any backup either. I'm telling you, tachi, that chick's gone mad."

so it was a lie, when you called him, complaining. he wondered what else was a lie, but then he wondered why you would lie about that.

as if on cue, a message popped up on his phone with your name on it.

"are you free tonight?"

so he wasn't imagining things. for some reason, it got his heart beating, thinking about the fact that someone would do that for him. but, before he could respond, another ping:

"I got shot sorry lol I have no idea why I made it sound like I was asking you out. could you bring a first aid kit or something? thanks a ton!!"

he concluded on the fact that you were confusing, and that he wouldn't say anything about it, especially since you probably think you're incredibly slick about it. instead, tachihara excused himself from a very drunk chuuya and said he had to go.

"ow, ow, ow! fuck, why don't you just pour the whole damn bottle on there, while you're at i- fuck!"

the whining was hard. you had to do it manually, making sure you actually sounded like you were in pain when really, your "fever" was from all the heat of feeling tachihara's hands on you as he dabbed the wound.

ironically enough, this wasn't planned. you genuinely did fuck up, the man you never called seemed to want revenge because he sent a few people to kidnap you. you only got grazed while you took care of all the henchmen, but it still hurt like a little bitch.

he was the first place your mind went to, as always. you managed to get yourself home but you couldn't reach the spot on the bottom of your ribcage where it sliced open without feeling a lot of pain.

and so, you just turned it into an opportunity to get him in your house, sitting on your couch, his hands on your skin that was barely covered by your shirt. the alcohol he was pouring onto the wound hurt but you couldn't feel anything except pure ecstacy.

"say, you're not bad at this," you fake winced as he pinched the skin together and just put a bunch of superglue on it. "you got... gah, you got experience as a medic or somethin'?"

"how exactly did this happen?" he ignored your question and instead helped you up slightly so he could wrap the bandages around your torso.

"remember the guy from the other night? well, he gave me his number and I never called, so he got butthurt and sent some goons to fuckin' kidnap me. or kill me, I'm not sure. I didn't really pause to ask 'em."

he looked as if he almost didn't believe you, pulling down your shirt and gently tapping on the spot he bandaged. "there, you're all set."

"thanks again," you smiled at him, groaning a bit as you sat upright. "I know it's late and you were probably doing some other shit."

then a slight pause. "if you want to crash on my couch instead of walkin' home, I don't mind."

the walk wasn't long, and he didn't feel tired at all, but he didn't tell you that. he just helped you walk over to your bed then got himself comfortable on your sofa.

you'd never been happier to get shot. maybe the universe was finally on your side, in its own weird way.

the wound was fully healed and tachihara was yours.

it was the perfect excuse to him check on you, to have him come over and stay over as "protection in case someone tries to kill you again". both of you knew your excuse was bullshit, your plotting to get him by your side so painfully obvious now that he was getting closer and closer to you. by the time he was making visits on his own and smiling at you in the hallways at the port mafia, you didn't need to do anything anymore.

it was a wordless confession; both of you walking in the streets at night, going nowhere and not saying much. it was cold and you could see both of your breaths swirling in the air. you blinked and suddenly your faces were close, too close, and your body was leaning in on its own. his lips tasted like something your mind could've never guessed.

nevertheless, you were still addicted.

something about the kiss felt effortless, too. like you didn't need to do anything, say anything to get him to wrap his hands around your hips and pull you in close. this was the way it should be, easy and effortless. like you could wait patiently and he'd fall in love with you all on his own.

"have you seen my holster?" he called out weeks later as you laid down on your couch, reading a book as he looked around for the item.

"it's over here!" you called out, the holster expertly hidden in between the cushions because you wanted him to come over to you and find it. as he walked over to you, watching you wave it while dangling on your finger, a teasing look on your features.

"you're a conniving little shit, you know that?" he sighed with a soft smile, glancing at your hands as you set down the book by your side then sitting by your side. "if you wanna talk to me, you can ask like a regular person, y'know?"

his wide smirk as he looked at you pout, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you fake-sobbed into his chest. "you're so mean, thinking I'm lying!"

he grabbed your chin, gaze directly settling onto you with a look that said not to bullshit him. "you think I don't notice? when you kept bumping into me, us getting paired up on missions, even that time you said chuuya 'dumped' that job on you? yeah, you're cute but you're not a great liar."

you furrowed your brows. "if you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

"'cause I wanted you to tell me yourself."

"asshole," you pouted, laughing as you leaned towards him and kissed the tip of his nose. "I just didn't think... never mind, it worked, didn't it?"

he rolled over, laying you down on the couch and settling himself on top of you, making sure you were trapped. "being all cryptic now, aren't we?"

"maybe," you muttered between kisses, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him deeper. "... maybe... maybe you were just... I dunno, so pretty, and I thought 'fuck, he'd never go for me' and... I don't know, it's not important..."

"aw, look at you, gettin' all soft 'n mushy," he chuckled into your neck, smiling at your words while his teeth graze the tip of your earlobe. "keep talking 'bout how out of your league that I am."

"oh, shut up," you whispered, grabbing a handful of his hair and bringing his lips back onto yours so he would stop talking. "I'm tryin to open up here, you smug dipshit."

he grinned as his hand went down in between your thighs, parting them and opening up your legs. "I like the sound of that."

you squealed playfully and rolled him over, but the couch wasn't wide enough and you both fell onto the floor with a dull thud and a frenzy of laughter.

"seriously, though," he brushed your hair out of your face and pulled your hips so you were snug on him while you caught your breath and lowered yourself to kiss him again, "you're talkin' nonsense, baby."

"mmn, if you say so," rolled right onto his tongue. you believed his words, or maybe you didn't, but it barely mattered. he was here now, in your arms and telling you everything you wanted to hear. he said that he knew of your antics, yet the truth was that he couldn't do a damn thing about it if he wanted to.

all because you're a mastermind.

#this stayed in my drafts so long I was so flabbergasted by how sweetly you asked that I was (and still am) terrified of not doing it justice #I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM U DONT COMPREHEND #manipulating a man into giving u a chance bc u didn't think it would happen on its own and sometimes fate needs a push ???#urgh I love it (story of my love life fr 😩)#tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara michizou x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #tachi fics #im unwell for them

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whitedemon-ladydeath · 5 months

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yeah see seeing all these ✨️city people✨️ and people with a lot of privilege and classism routinely calling rural iowans (SPECIFICALLY iowans) 'hicks' makes me angry and it makes me sad

we're not fucking STUPID. and a lot of the "stupidity" is often intentionally CREATED by making sure our schools are underfunded without access to proper education to build critical thinking skills and proper RESEARCH skills and limited access to news outside of newspapers and fox news. it's intentional. it's by design.

Educated rural folks who have the luxury (yes LUXURY and PRIVILEGE) to go to college to get educated LEAVE the areas where they could be the most beneficial for change and making communities diverse and more progressive and it furthers right wing, republican agendas by keeping people without access to resources and desperate and angry with the wrong people

"well you have access to the internet" yeah and the internet is full of misinformation and a lot of people are not taught how to look for credible sources or websites or how to look at biased language in writing so they ARE more susceptible to propaganda via fox News and the internet. you know what the internet also has? targeted ads and algorithms making sure you keep seeing the same kind of content and people who don't know DON'T know

however a lot of practical skills? knowledge that isn't BOOK SMART? I know plenty and they're so, so, so smart. but all I see from liberals and leftists is the refusal to use layman and simplified terms and "um! actually you need to educate yourself ☝🏻" and use unnecessarily difficult phrases

you say "defund the police" and people hear "be lawless and have no safety networks to prevent crime" instead of trying to find less #edgy slogans for what you ACTUALLY mean

you don't know what you don't know and calling us fucking hicks and ignorant isn't helping anyone. Tumblr was my first experience outside of Facebook where I learned about asexuality? it Didn't have an algorithm so I'll was able to be immersed in different cultures and view points

I'm not trying to make excuses for anyone being in rural Iowa for being hateful or racist or queerphobic but after living in the city for the last few years, I still see the same shit. it's just less covert in rural Iowa and in your face and I see leftists and liberals using their proximity to cities, and the problems in rural america as a Shield for their own bigoted and hateful behavior

I remember being on Tumblr, slowly inching into the queer community spaces, bec I wasn't used to online spaces, i was too poor at the time to have access to computers [2013+] and I came across the terms "trans man" and "trans woman" and I thought that meant a someone assigned male at birth who was trans and identified as a woman was called a 'trans man' bec I didn't know the terminology or how it was supposed to be used. I didn't know "transsexual" was considered a slur and I got attacked online for accidently using the wrong terminology because I couldn't remember the term transgender

I was from rural Iowa, a notoriously white, cis het area, fairly religious area, without a lot of access to the internet so I just. didn't know. and then i was afraid of ever saying anything again or asking questions. pls for the love of God use discernment and don't immediately vilify and attack well meaning people for not knowing what they don't know. that is EXACTLY how you can prevent people from ever being willing to grow and become educated

I remember watching the movie "Boys Don't Cry" with my mom about Brandon Teena, a trans man, and we both didn't know enough or understand enough about trans people we were unintentionally misgendering him when we talked about it but we both were so empathetic and heart broken for him

rural people I know are Prideful! they're constantly working to make ends meet and they have pride in themselves and their communities, often to the point it's at their own detriment and republican law makers KEEP it that way and rely on the classism and anger and diversion to keep it that way

a yt rural American in Appalachia is going to have more in common with a black American living in the city in the Projects more than we ever will with upper class yt folks. the wealthy yt #liberals will mock us and call us fucking stupid and ignorant and get in their own way of wanting any kind of progression. it! is never! black and white!!! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD BE KIND

why do you think rural Republicans don't trust the government? couldn't possibly have anything to do with the government IGNORING us or preying on poor folks who live paycheck to paycheck. of COURSE it makes sense they'd be leery about government wide programs. the government DOESNT CARE ABOUT US. and most rural "Republicans" I know aren't even republican. they don't have the time to invest in politics when we have to Work and can't Miss Work to go vote or find ways around road blocks.

most people don't know enough and vote for people they know and most don't Know democrats or their policies or their progressive goals and you know WHY that often happens? BECAUSE DEMOCRATS IGNORE THEM IN FAVOR OF CITIESSSSS. they call them STUPID and IGNORANT and can you really blame people for "not voting in their best interest" when the people who "care about their best interest" are people calling them stupid and ignorant and HICKS

I've been around Republicans in the city and Republicans in rural Iowa and if you look and listen close enough the *reasoning* for their racism (especially) tends to differ. racism is a social construct (that does NOT mean it isn't real or not important) and it was used specifically as a tool to create tension and a divide between the poor yt folks and the poc *by* yt, wealthy capitalists. the Irish were finally allowed to be #white bec they were identifying with the struggles of the marginalized folks being targeted just like THEY were in Ireland by Europe

the cold hatred I have seen from rural Republicans vs city, wealthy Republicans has been vastly different. don't get me wrong there are plenty of rural Republicans that are just as disgusting (I'm related to some lmao). often a lot of racism i see from rural folks is tied to anger and desperation from the lack of jobs and its designed that way. a lot of the racism from yt wealthy folks is tied to greed and wealth and capitalism. Donald Trump is a blaring example of an unchecked, racist, vile, classist man

I'm sorry I've had a REALLY bad week and living in a city with people who are so self centered and selfish and refuse to help has only made me miss home and despite all of the raging issues of rural america, I know a lot of kind and well meaning people who are just doing their best and willing to help you because we fucking know the government doesn't care about us

just. be kind. you don't know what you don't know and I think a lot of well meaning people shouldn't be getting attacked for it. empathy and grace should be given (when able) and people should be allowed to grow from innocent ignorance and mistakes

intersectionality and empathy and grace are so important and honestly rural america can be really beautiful and it really sucks to see it given up on in such a cruel way

I follow a person on tiktok who really embraces the idea of radical love and I think more people should too

#rural iowa #rural america #classism #intersectionality

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 6 months

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May I please RQ a gender neutral reader in a poly relationship with Killian and Julius? The scenario will be you go to buy a dress from Julius, but has two appointments like in the creepypasta. While you're at the shop, Julius and Killian both begin to truly take a liking to you. after you leave both of them agree they cannot bring themselves to kill you on the next appointment because Julius and Killian agree that their relationship truly felt complete when you were the. On your next appointment, they both confess everything, that originally you would have been Julius' victim. Only for them both to fall in love with you by the time you left. You are at a loss of words but feel the same. The plot twist is you kiss Julius then Killian, rather than waiting to be kissed!

You are my fav HC blog, you write so good and so much creativity! 🩵

Oh my, how detailed!! I love getting to write detailed asks!

Also, it feels so nice to be someone's favorite blog, thank you!

Note: i accidentally made this post a little long so the story will instead be broken up into parts. Part two coming soon!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Poly!Killian and Julius x target!reader

The shop was a great way to lure in targets. I mean sure, it was also an actual buisness but the only reason it exists is to lure in assigned people. It was almost perfect. Julius would announce a big sale, along with a new line of fashion, and his shop would have a line around the block, filled with people just waiting to get in. Whilst julius works, his dear killian would do the dirty work.

All the other customers are busy browsing clothes and checking out, all the while killian lures the targets to the back rooms of the store with the promise of free clothing that wasn't going to be used. Obviously the people who followed him were never heard or seen from again, but that's for another time. And that's how their process would have stayed too.

However, today you just so happened to make your way into their store. Originally, all was going as planned, julius would check customers out, and killian assassinated their targets. You were quicker than they expected you to be though. You had only just heard of this shop from a friend of yours, and figured that you'd buy just a simple jacket to see if you like their brand. By the time killian had caught up to schedule, you were already at the front desk, being checked out by julius.

Killian heads over to julius and whispers into his ear that you are supposed to be the next victim. Julius looks at you for a moment before turning back to killian and nodding, giving him a sweet kiss and telling him he'll handle it. "What's wrong?" You ask, still waiting to be handed your card back. Julius snaps out of it and shakes his head "oh, nothing, sorry." He says, finally swiping your card and handing it back to you. As he bags up your jacket he looks to you. "Hey, tell you what. Since this is your very first time here, why don't i give you some coupons? Half off an order over 40 dollars, it can't be beat!" He exclaims in his best customer service voice.

You smile and nod. "Oh really? That's so sweet, thank you!" The way you smile at him almost makes julius's heart ache. Almost. He pushes through this feeling and gives you a flashy smile. "Not a problem! Just go tell that guy over there that i sent you, and he should take you back to get your coupons!" He says, pointing over to killian who is scanning the crowd of consumers. "I'll keep your bag here for you, that way it's sure to be safe." He adds. You give him a single nod, say thank you again, and head over to killian, who is now leaning against a nearby wall.

"Um, excuse me?" You ask timidly. "The guy over there said that you'd give me some coupons?" You motion over to julius. Killian looks at you, then to julius, and back to you again. He is quiet for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, i got some in the back. Follow me so i don't have to try and find you in this big crowd again" he says, taking the key on his lanyard and unlocking an "employees only" door. You nod and do as told, follwing him down the short hallway before coming to what seems to be a storage area of sorts. He rumages through a few boxes before cursing under his breath. "Uh, the coupons are in that small crack there. My hands are too big, but yours might just be small enough to reach in there and grab 'em. Do you mind?" He asks, letting out an embarrassed chuckle.

You smile and move towards the box he mentioned "not at all!", as you stick your hand between the crack of the box, he slowly walks behind you and pulls out his knife. He was gonna make this quick, clean and simple. Right before he made his move though, you accidentally brushed up against him, making him freeze immediately. He can't do this, you're too vulnerable....god, what's wrong with him??

You come up a few seconds later with the coupons in hand. "Alright, got them!" You bid him a quick goodbye before leaving the storage area and getting your bag from julius. Killian emerges a few moments later and walks over to julius. "What happened back there?" Julius asks. "It's not like you to fail" killian shrugs. "I don't know what came over me...i had them right there but i couldn't do it!"

Julius sighs. "Dammit. They got to you too?" Killian raises a brow. "What do you mean 'me too'?" He asks. Julius taps his fingers onto the counter and mumbles embarrassedly. "When they first came up to the counter, i almost couldn't do it. Send them your way i mean."

"Shit." Killian grumbles. "What are we gonna do now..."

(Part 2 coming soon!)

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #julius the dressmaker #julius the dressmaker x reader #killian lynch x reader #killian lynch #killian x julius

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hi livvie <333 i saw your post about trying requests and was wondering if you have any thoughts about being neighbours with c-c-chan? 🤧 totally no pressure and dw at all if you don’t end up writing it 💗 i hope you’re doing well!!

chihuahuas

pairing: dino x reader

word count: 980

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: ah sol, thanks for sending! i made this uni au because i'm looking at my accommodation pictures these days. also this wasn't meant to be so long, but i started writing and well.....you know how much i like writing chan haha. not proofread, i honestly don't know if i'll ever do it.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @husbandhoshi @zurikyo @leejungchans @junhui-recs.

you’re barely out the door when the object rolling towards your feet grabs your attention, followed by the call of your name in your neighbor’s exasperated voice. a closer look reveals the offending item to be a bottle of glue, and you bend down to pick it up so you can hand it to its owner.

the first time you met lee chan, he was carrying a basket of clothes down to the laundry room, wearing adorable dinosaur-printed pajamas and sleepy eyes. it was the week before the start of your master’s, and he had introduced himself as ‘the guy in 111’. “let me know if you need anything”, he had said, before getting flustered at the sight of underwear poking out of his basket. even flustered and sleepy, he was beautiful.

(he looked beautiful later that week too, when he ran into you on his way back from the gym, sweaty in a sleeveless shirt. you’re proud to say you managed to keep your cool in front of him, only letting out a scream into your pillow when your door was securely closed.)

“thanks”, he accepts the bottle, “slipped from my hands”.

you’re not surprised. it seems like he’s carrying a third-grade teacher’s craft supplies - large sheets of colored paper folded up in his arms, and a transparent folder that contains scissors and some cutouts of - wait, are those dog pictures?

“i can see why”, you smile, “um, what’s all this for?”

you know his major is education, but you doubt his assignments include making posters. maybe he’s supposed to work with kids as part of a project? the image of lee chan bending down to help a kid glue cute dog pictures on a poster comes to your mind before you can help it, and -

no. you can’t do this today. you don’t have the strength.

“uh, we’re supposed to decorate the common room for world animal day”, he adjusts the supplies in his arms, “didn’t you know?”

oh yeah, you do remember reading about that on the bulletin board below. while you’ve never been the one for decoration and related activities, you’re even less inclined this week, with the number of assignment deadlines you have. thankfully, there’s only one left now.

“i think i read about it”, you answer, “and you decided to, what, make an entire poster by yourself?”

“no, i - “, he sighs, “the guys and i collected material and only some cutting and pasting was left, so we played a game to decide. and well”, he shrugs resignedly, “guess who lost”.

“oh no”, you shake your head in mock sympathy, “it was rock-paper-scissor, wasn’t it?”

“hey, it’s a perfectly fine - “

“i know, i know”, you grin, “what’s the subject of the poster?”

maybe you can take some time out to help him if he’s making a poster on cute dogs.

“uh, chihuahuas”, he manages to push the folder up, urging you to pick it up, “and how, uh, expressive their expressions are?”

“what?”. is he serious?

“yeah”, he tries to convince you, “take a clipping out, you’ll see what i mean”.

you take the first picture out and, well, realize he’s not completely insane. it’s a chihuahua alright, making a face that can only be described by the string “aaaauuuuughhhhh”.

“oh god”, you take out one more, letting out a cackle at the indescribable yet vivid emotion on the dog’s face, “oh my god. this is brilliant”.

“i know”, he exclaims, laughing with you, “there are so many of them too. we really found more than we thought we would”.

you say nothing, just snap the folder close and put it back to its original place, trying not to focus on how ridiculously buff chan’s arms feel.

it’s quiet for a moment then, the two of you just looking at each other, neither commenting on how close you’re standing, and how your hand is still on his arm.

“well, i should - “

“would you mi - “

both of you pause, grinning.

“you first”, you offer.

“well”, he clears his throat, his ears an endearing pink, “i was wondering if you could help me? paste these, i mean? if that’s okay?”

“ah”, you smile slightly, fighting the urge to fix your hair, “i will, if you take me out to dinner later”.

fuck, where did that come from?

do you want to go out with lee chan? yes. he’s cute, hot, sweet, thoughtful, hardworking -

you get the point.

but did you plan on asking him out today? asking him out ever? no.

it must be those freaking arms.

“um”, his eyes widen while he considers his response, “like a date?”

“no? unless you want to”.

what?

chan looks at you, clearly trying to figure out what the hell you’re talking about.

oh, well. if you’re doing this, might as well do it properly. well, what’s the worse that could happen? it’s not like you live right next to the guy or anything, right? not like you have to avoid him in hallways if he rejects you.

“i mean”, you start, proud of how confident you sound, “if i help you, take me out to dinner. like a date”.

chan blinks once before a grin takes over his face, his eyes shining by the strength of it. you think your heart skips a beat. oh, you’re down bad.

“sure”, he answers excitedly, “it would be my pleasure”.

“great, then”, you close your door and make your way into his room, picking up the folder from his arm on the way, “let’s do it”.

a few seconds pass. chan hasn’t moved. one look over your shoulder shows him staring at you, an almost dreamy look in his eyes. stop, you want to say, we haven’t even been on a date, i can’t fall in love with you yet.

“c’mon”, you shoot him a teasing look, “the chihuahuas are waiting”.

#seventeen fluff #dino fluff #lee chan #dino #seventeen #seventeen x reader #dino x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt fluff #dino imagines #asks #sol

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smartycvnt · 6 months

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Hunger

Title: Hunger Pairing: Ashley Seaver x Reader Prompt: 8. "Moving to gasp for air, but the other still leans in eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more." NR WC: 924

The bar was like a rite of passage for all academy graduates, and Y/n was not above hanging around her peers. There were extra eyes on her because of her family ties, but Y/n had done her best to ignore them. She didn't even want into the BAU, so it wasn't like anybody could accuse her of using her mother to get in. Y/n wanted to go straight to human trafficking, but she had been pulled for a different unit instead. It was basic field work in the middle of nowhere, technically there wasn't even anything for her to really do except for help out with the occasional cop case if needed. Apparently there had been like one serial killer in the area years before, and the FBI had refused to leave it unmanned.

"Two beers please," Ashley said quickly as she slid in front of Y/n at the bar. Immediately, Y/n wrapped her arms around Ashley's waist to greet her with a hug. Ashley was grateful for her back being to Y/n so that the woman couldn't see the blush rising on her cheeks. Y/n would miss being this close to Ashley, but they had a plan worked out. They'd see each other every few months whenever Y/n came back for her quarterly assessment tests to see if there was a special unit for her to be placed in. Ashley would probably stay with the BAU since that was like her dream, but maybe the miracle Y/n had been holding out for would happen and they'd be placed together.

"I didn't think you'd make it." Y/n watched as the bartender slid their drinks over to them. Ashley held both of them in her hands as she made her way through the crowd. It was early for things to be getting truly rowdy, but Y/n doubted that the bar was generally as lively as it was that night. It was full of newly passed recruits and friends celebrating their last nights together before they were forced apart by work. Friends. That was what Y/n and Ashley were.

"Did you get your assignment yet?" Ashley asked as she led Y/n over to table. There were a few people talking already, agents from the BAU who worked with Ashley. Y/n had heard stories about each and every one of them. Her eyes narrowed as she began to place names to faces from the little details that Ashley had told her. Her gaze was harmless, right up until she placed Spencer among the group. Scary movie date, one night stand Spencer. Nerdy, overly rough thrusting Spencer.

"Yeah, there's an office near Redmond I'll be working out of. It's pretty boring out there apparently, but it's also pretty easy to move up the ranks. They'll also let me fly in to see if I test into any of the special units after six months," Y/n said. Ashley became visibly uncomfortable at the news of Y/n's placement, but she kept it to herself. Ashley had worked hard to keep her past from everybody else, including Y/n. She knew that Ashley had come from that area, but Ashley had never told Y/n about her father. "Are you gonna come visit me?"

"I, um, I can't." Ashley looked down with shame. She had pulled a lot of strings to get herself on the exact same unit that Y/n had been heading towards. Y/n looked hurt and confused by Ashley's answer, which only made Ashley feel even more guilt than she had before. "I'm starting an undercover operation with the human trafficking unit in New York. I'm supposed to leave on the eighth for my briefing."

"That's the day before I go to Redmond," Y/n said quietly. Ashley leaned forward and took Y/n's hands in hers. "When will you get out?"

"They don't know. It could be anywhere from a couple weeks to a year," Ashley told her. Y/n's face fell for a moment before she stood up. "Y/n, where are you going?"

"Come with me. Please," Y/n said. The two of them walked out of the bar, leaving their drinks behind. Y/n walked Ashley down the street a bit before pulling her into an alley. "A year is a long time, and I'd hate to miss my chance to do this. You and pretty boy in there didn't go anywhere, did you?"

"Not really, no," Ashley said awkwardly. Y/n nodded and cupped Ashley's cheeks. "Are you going to kiss me?"

"Yeah, I am," Y/n told her. Ashley's heart began to flutter in her chest as Y/n leaned in. The kiss consumed the both of them quickly. They could hear people pass by them on the street, but neither woman could be bothered to make sure they weren't being watched. Ashley stumbled backwards a little as her knees began to grow weaker. Y/n followed her and pinned Ashley back against the wall, all while refusing to break the kiss. Finally, Y/n pulled away as her lungs began to gasp for air. She slowly opened her eyes to find Ashley trying to follow her for more. Ashley's eyes were still shut and she was panting through now kiss swollen lips. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she opened her eyes to find Y/n staring at her with a ravenous hunger in her eyes.

"Let's get out of here."

#my writing #one shot #ashley seaver x reader #ashley seaver #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

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scarisd3ad · 1 year

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Found you | rewrite Steve harrington x f!hopper!reader

Decided to post this weeks posts on Saturday and Sunday so expect hp fanfic tomorrow!

Masterlist

"Pulse is gone!"

"Start compression! We're losing her!"

Freshman year 1982

"Hey you alright?" I blinked back awake from my daze. Why was I thinking about it again, why now? Well I knew why now. it was almost the 5 year anniversary of her death. She had been gone for 5 years.

It's weird losing a younger sibling she was most definitely supposed to live longer than me, a long healthy life. She was supposed to grow old with me.

"Y/n?" My best friend Michele asked waving her hand in front of my face. "What?" My brows furrowed together as I cocked my head to the side a bit. "Are you alright?" She asked again. I nodded "yeah of course I'm alright shell" I replied.

I had known Michelle since elementary school her and her family were like my second family. We went to most of elementary school together until my family and I moved to New York for my dads job. But I obviously eventually moved back to hawkins after…well my sister died.

"Mkay, you're going to need to get into groups of two for this assignment so go ahead and figure that out for yourselves." Mrs. Bixton said as she wrote down the details of the assignment up on the bored.

Both Michelle and I looked up at each other almost as if we were reading each others minds.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope!" Most of us looked up at mrs. Bixton brows furrowed as she made her way towards of the back of the room. I looked back to see her walking over to steve harringtons desk. Steve was a sophomore but failed English the year prior causing him to have to retake the entire class. He sat at the back with some of his popular freshman friends talking his little life away, having no care in the world. Even though he would most likely not even graduate if he failed the class again.

"You're not working with Amanda again, Steven" He rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, with his perfectly styled hair. God he looked so gorgeous but somehow totally stuck up at the same time. I had harboured a good long probably life long crush on Steve harrington since the end of middle school I would say. He just looked at me with his perfect chocolate brown eyes, and I was instantly hooked.

"Last time you guys had a group assignment you and Amanda talked through the entire class time. I AM NOT DOING THAT AGAIN!" She said raising her voice which just made him and his friends laugh. "You're gonna go work with y/n, who ever y/n's partner is will work with Amanda."

Michelle groaned as she looked over at me. I sent her an apologetic smile as she lazily got up grabbing her stuff and walking towards the back of the class. I guess this is what you get for being a good 'model' student. I wasn't necessarily a good kid I had my moments of course but I did definitely know how to sit, shut up, and listen while in class.

"Soo.." Steve said as he sat down in Michelle's seat. "Y/n, I'm y/n" Steve definitely had known me Michelle's girlfriend Liv was definitely a well known girl at hawkins high and even middle. They had been friends since they were in 7th grade and I even hung out with them from time to time. "Yeah y/n that's right, um do you think maybe I could come to yours? Tonight maybe?" I nodded as I leaned back in my seat. My dad wouldn't be home till late anyway so the 'No boys rule" would barely even be broken.

"Yeah so I guess we could do some planning I guess" he said with his signature 'pretty boy' smirk on his face as he pushed Michelle's desk towards mine. I nodded as I ripped a paper out of my notebook and began to write our names on it.

Y/n hopper, Steve harrington 9/10/82

"So do the project about how the main conflict between the two main characters impacted the story? That seems easy enough for you huh?" I asked not really trying to sound rude but it definitely did. "What'd you mean by that?" He asked with a chuckled. My cheeks flushed as I laugh "nothing, anyways is that fine with you"

"Yeah sweetheart it's fine" I rolled my eyes, "don't call me sweetheart" I said as I wrote down what we were going to be doing this assignment on. "Awe what's wrong with sweetheart? Huh? What about babe?" He was just teasing me something every teenage boy did if they definitely wanted to get laid or any type of female attention. I rolled my eyes and continued to write. "Oh you're ignoring me now huh?" He laughed, making me in turn giggle a bit.

Once the bell rang I quickly gathered my things "okay so I'll be at your house at, 5:30? Is that alright?" Steve asked as I began to walk towards the door were Michelle stood waiting for me. I nodded not answering verbally as I continued to walk towards Michelle.

"He's coming to your house?" Michelle whispered as we began to walk down the loud hallway. "Yeah how else would we finish our project?" I asked shrugging as we stopped at my locker. I took the lock in my hand and began to put in my code.

2065

"How's you're dad gonna handle it?" Michelle asked as I opened my locker and grabbed my jacket I had stuffed in there earlier. "He's not gonna know" I replied as I shut the locker and put the lock back on. "You're bold as hell y/n. You're dad is literally chief of police." I rolled my eyes, she was saying this as if I haven't spent my whole life with my fathers, I've definitely learned a few tricks to make getting away with things a bit easier.

"Hey shell" Liv said as she walking up to us and grabbing Michelle's hand. "Hey y/n" she said with a smile. Liv had light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was also a cheerleader which made her the literal definition of popularity in high school, and she definitely was popular. Michelle pressed a kiss to liv's cheek as she muttered "hey babe" against liv's skin. Living in a small town in the 80s wasn't the best place to be gay. Most people were Christian or just plain old homophobes so they weren't very liked in hawkins community of older folks and parents. Liv was bi so she liked girls and boys while Michelle was a lesbian. I didn't really know what I was, I had only really had crushes on guys well one guy, but I didn't know if that was really all I was attracted to.

"Y/N's gonna hang out with Steve tonight" Michelle said as we walked towards the front of the school. Guys hooted and hollered as Liv walked by she was the 'Steve harrington' to the guys. Popular, well liked, and well everyone wanted her. "Harrington?" Liv asked her face scrunching up in a confused look. "Yeah harrington isn't that crazy?" Michelle asked. I rolled my eyes "were not hanging out were finishing a project" i said as I pushed open the large metal school door.

I instantly spotted my dad who sat in his police car. My dad always picked me up even when he worked late, he'd leave work for 20 minutes to pick me up so I wouldn't have to walk.

"Bye guys love you!" I said as I began to run towards my dads car. Michelle and Liv both waved goodbye as I began to turn around so I wouldn't get hit by a car. "Hi dad" I said as I opened up the passenger side door and threw my bag onto the floorboard. "Hey kid how was your day?" He asked I shrugged as I got in the car and closed the door. He sighed as he shifted the gears and began to pull out of the parking spot he was parked in. "I'm not getting off till 10:30 tonight, so there's tv dinners in the fridge" dad sighed as he leaned his head back on the head rest. Dad hated working late.

"Don't wait up either" I nodded slightly even though I was definitely going to wait up. I always did even when he said not to. "Nobody over either" I nodded again.

We started down the street toward the cabin trees and houses flying by at how fast he was driving.

When we first moved back to hawkins we moved back into our old house, but quickly after mom, dad, and I moved back they divorced causing my mom to go back up to New York and dad and I to move into a trailer. I guess mom didn't care enough to at least try to take me with her. The trailer just didn't work out so we ended up moving into our cabin which we've been living in for about 3 to 4 years.

Just within a few minutes after he turned down the dirt road that led to our house, we arrived in front of the house. "There's dinner in the fridge,..and lock the doors right when you get inside" I nodded as I grabbed up my bag "I love you y/n I'll call as soon as I get to the station."

I pushed the car door open and slung my backpack over my shoulder as I stepped out. "I love you too dad" i said with a smile as I slammed the door shut. I ran up towards the house my shoes making a clomping noise as I ran up the first few steps up to the porch. I dug the house key out of my pocket and stuck it into the key hole. I twisted the key and pushed the door open before walking into the dark house, I pulled the key out of the door before closing it back and locking the door. I sighed as I heard dads blazer start up again and drive off. I pushed my shoes off of my feet before walking toward my room. I pushed the door open and turned on the light to reveal my twin bed the pink bedding draped over the bed. I dropped my bag onto the floor before falling back onto my bed.

I sighed again as I reluctantly got up from my rather comfortable bed and over towards my desk. I grabbed my backpack by the top loop of the bag and dragging it with me. I sat down and hiked the bag up into my waist, before unzipping the largest compartment, pulling out my math binder, and placing both down on the desk. I zipped my bag up, and placed it back on the ground before opening up my binder and pulling out my math homework.

Right as I closed my binder and pushed it to the side I heard the phone ringing from the kitchen so I quickly got up sprinting to the kitchen. I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey honey just callin' to make sure you're alright" dad said on the other line. I smiled and hummed an "mhm."

"Did you lock the door?" He asked "yep I did" he hummed "good, I've gotta go, I love you."

"I love you too dad" I replied as I hung up the phone.

Somehow ten minutes of me sitting at my desk trying to figure out math problems turned into 30, then into and hour, and then somehow it was 5:30 and Steve harrington was knocking at the front door.

I quickly looked back at the alarm clock that sat at my desk to verify the time. It was 5:25 he was five minutes early. I sighed as I stood up fixing my hair in the mirror that hung about my dresser before sprinting towards the door shouting, "IM COMING!"

I unlocked the 4 locks installed on the door (by my door overprotective father) before opening the door. There stood Steve harrington his hair styled to perfection as he held his backpack in his left hand. I spotted his car parked out next to the large sum of trees. "Hey" he said his lips tipping up into a smile as he leaned against the door frame. "Hi" I said a smile also appeared on my face as my cheeks flushed.

I pushed the door open a bit more with my body as I made room for Steve to walk in. He walked in moving his eyes from side to side examining the house. "Nice place, where are we gonna work?" He asked.

"I..um just my bedroom it's the one opened" I replied as I closed the door and locked it back. Once I turned around he wasn't there anyone. Already in my room. I quickly walked back into my room to see his sat on my bed, his shoes sitting next to my door. "So where should we start?" He asked biting on his lip subconsciously. I shrugged as I sat down in my bed. "Maybe the poster first?" I asked, Steve's lips tipped up into a smirk as his eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips. My cheeks flushed. Then he leaned in pressing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck playing with the hair at the back of his neck. He pulled away both of us panting a bit. "Do you wa-" I cut him off nodding before pressing my lips back against his.

Steve rolled off of me panting, "that was-" he cut himself off with another pant. I turned looking at the alarm clock that sat on my bed side table. It was 8:30 now. I turned back towards Steve who was now laying on his side, his bare body under the comforter. Then the realization hit, wasn't he dating Tammy hughes? Just last week I saw them making out at his locker, they had been dating since the end of last school year. "Wait" I whispered he hummed in response as he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling my bare body closer to him.

"Aren't you dating Tammy?" He chuckled before shaking his head. "M'not dating anyone" I furrowed my eyebrows "but I saw yo-"

"We broke up" he said with a laugh before leaning in for a kiss. He pulled away rather quickly before hiding away in the crook of my neck pressing kisses and sucking at my neck.

I let out small wimpers and moans as he sucked and bit at my neck. My fingers weaved themselves into his hair pulling slightly as he moved down slowly towards my breasts before moving right back up to my lips. He pressed a passion filled kiss to my lips.

Right when I pulled away to catch my breath I heard the phone ringing from the kitchen.

I sighed as I got up quickly grabbing my underwear off of the floor and pulling them on before walking out and picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, y/n I'm leaving a bit early so do you want me to bring you anything to eat?" Dad asked.

"Shit" I muttered under my breath. "What was that?"

I felt Steve come up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing kisses to my shoulder blade. "Nothing, nothing. Um I'll just eat what we've got here" i replied. My dad hummed in response "well alright I'll see you in a bit love you."

"Love you too!"

I quickly hung up the phone. "Who was that?" Steve asked as he let go letting me turn towards him. "My dad he's coming home soon you've gotta leave" Steve rolled his eyes a bit before replying with an 'ok."

We both returned to my room getting fully dressed before I walked him to the door. Steve wrapped his arms around my waist pressing a kiss to my lips. "You're so beautiful" he whispered as he peppered kisses on my lips. I giggled as I tried to push him off "you've gotta go my dads gonna be here any minute" I giggled. He sighed "mkay I'll see you tomorrow sweetheart" my cheeks flushed as I pressed one last kiss to Steve's lips. "Yeah tomorrow, now go!" I said pushing him out of the door before locking all the locks so my dad didn't have any reason to be suspicious.

About ten minutes later I heard my dads blazer pull in. I sighed as I stood up over looking my room one last time making sure Steve left nothing. Once I was sure nothing was left I walked out into the living room and fell back onto the old couch sat in front of the tv. I heard each lock unlock before the door opened. Dad sighed as he kicked up his boots and unbuckled his belt. He threw his keys onto the coffee table and draped his work jacket over the couch before sitting down next to me.

"Movie?" He asked and I nodded as a reply.

The next day at school I walked in with a jacket on to hide the light purple hickeys lining my shoulders and lower neck. I walked confidently up to where Steve stood with his friends Carol Perkins and Tommy hagan.

"Hey steve!" Steve furrowed his brows as he turned his head from Tommy to me. "Who are you?" I looked at him in confusion there was no way he'd forgotten so quickly. "Wha- y/n we..you came to my house ye-"

"Oh my god!" Carol laughed loudly. Her laugh alone tore out any of the self confidence I had mustered up just to walk up to him. "You hooked up with a freshman?!" Carol laughed. Steve rolled his eyes before scoffing "I don't even fucking know who she is."

That hurt. He tore my heart out and stomped on it right in front of me. Tears welled up in my eyes "who the hell are you I don't know you" Steve said. I quickly walked away blinking back the tears as I heard the roars of laughter emitting from them. "You made her cry oh my god!"

I quickly pushed opened the nearest bathroom door and ran to the first stall. Luckily no one was in there so it let me freely sniffle and cry as loud as I wanted. I wiped at my cheeks as I sat my bag down on the ground and sat down on the toilet seat. How could he do this to me? After all he said to me yesterday.

How did I even trust him?! He won, he had won. He got another naive girl to fall for his underhanded tricks. He got another girl to hand over their heart to him so he could destroy it. He humiliated me.

Once I heard the late bell ring I unlocked the stall door and walked out. I wiped my tears as I walked out of the bathroom and down towards the first entrance I saw. I pushed open the large metal doors and walked over to the payphones that sat outside of the school. The door slammed shut as I took one of my backpack straps off pushing the front of the bag towards the front of me. I unzipped the smaller pouch as took out a quarter. I took the phone off of its hook and pushed the quarter into the coin slot.

I punched in the number I’ve learned to memorize by heart from the ripe age of 12 years old. After a few rings the secretary at hawkins police, Flo answered. “Hawkins police this is flo how may I help you?”

“Hey flo” I sniffled as I wiped at my nose “can I speak to my dad?” She hummed “of course sweetheart I’ll send you over.” I could tell she had her signature comforting flo smile gracing her lips even though I couldn’t see it.

After a few seconds my dad picked up the phone. “Hello? Y/n why aren’t you in class?” Dad asked as soon as he picked up. “C-can you pick me up?” I stuttered out as I wiped my eyes. “Wha- y/n what’s..what’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Nothing alright just please come get me” I said tears threatening to spill over and down my cheeks. He sighed “oh..alright fine I’ll be there in 3 minutes” then he hung up. I sighed as I placed the phone back on the hook and sat down on the curb wiping my eyes. Why did I let Steve harrington of all men upset me. He was just a 16 year old boy who would probably have an std in the future if he kept to his reputation.

I wiped at the tears falling down my cheeks as I saw my dad pull up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he rolled down the window closest to me. I wiped the last remaining tear before saying “I’m fine, nothing happened” as I stood up getting into the car. “There’s obviously something wrong. Did someone say something?” He asked as he laid his hands ontop of my knee. I shrugged my usual response for questions like this which meant ‘yeah, someone did.’

“Who? I swear I’ll beat the ever loving shit out of them”

“Steve harrington” I whispered. It almost looks as steam was coming out of his ears he was so pissed. “Mother fuck me” he whispered under his breath as he pushed open his car door and stepped out. “Wait! No don’t say anything dad”

He shook his head as he said “I’ll take care of it don’t worry stay in the car.”

The next day steve harrington walked in sporting a brand new shiner on his left eye, and my dad was banned from the school for two months.

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#fanfics #joe keery #x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #el hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper!reader #fem!reader

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byler-4-life · 2 years

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Will, You're Amazing

Okay, here's a little fic about Kindergarten Mike and Will. This was actually supposed to be a 'through the years' fic, but I never even started the other chapters, so this is just gonna stand as a one shot. Without further ado, here is five-year-old Byler and how Mike might have contributed to why Will loves to draw so much.

Pairing: Mike Wheeler & Will Byers

Word count: 1290

Read below the break.

Five Years Old

Will Byers had never really loved drawing up to this point in his life. Sure, he liked it okay. It was fun sometimes, and if his mom was to be believed, he was really good at it. But then again, he was pretty sure moms were supposed to say those things to their kids. At any rate, his dad didn't seem too impressed with it, always giving it a cursory, 'yeah, that's nice' before quickly suggesting going out back to play catch.

So for Will, he never thought drawing would be his favorite thing. It was just a fun way to pass the time every now and then. But all that changed one day with three simple words from a certain dark-haired, brown-eyed boy who shared Will's class.

It was about a week or two into kindergarten. A week or two since Mike Wheeler had come up to Will on the swings. A week or two since Will had made his first friend.

"Okay class, today I want you to draw a picture of you and your family," their teacher instructed.

There was excited chattering from about 20 five-year-olds as they all got out their paper and crayons. "How many people do you have to draw, Will?" Mike asked with a big smile. Will loved Mike's smile.

"Um, five. Me, my mom, my dad, my brother Jonathan, and Chester - that's my puppy," Will replied brightly. "How about you?"

"Just four. My mom and dad, my sister Nancy, and me."

Will hummed a happy affirmative. He had met Mrs. Wheeler once when she was picking Mike up from school, she was nice. The boys got to work on their respective drawings, the conversation ceasing as they got wrapped up in their assignment. Will decided to draw his family all standing out in front of their house on a bright sunny day.

He drew his brother in his favorite green t-shirt, with Chester rolling in the grass near his feet. He drew his parents both with big smiles on their faces, his dad's arm wrapped tightly around his mother's shoulders. That wasn't how things normally were around the house these days...in fact, it seemed like his dad hardly ever smiled anymore. But still, he did sometimes - and those times were Will's favorite.

Lastly, Will added himself, right smack dab in the middle of the group. Not because he felt he was special, or wanted to be the center of attention, but because he wanted to be as close as possible to each member of his family. It was where he felt the safest and most loved. He was just putting the finishing touches on his work when he heard a sharp intake of breath to his left.

He looked over to see Mike staring at his drawing, mouth agape. Will frowned as he looked back down at his artwork. Did he mess something up somewhere? He didn't see any obvious mistakes or anything. Unable to determine what Mike was staring at, he looked at the other boy's work for reference and....oh. Mike's own drawing of his family was a collection of crudely drawn stick figures standing in front of what Will could only guess was a tree.

Will felt bad as he saw Mike's face crumple a little. Was Mike bad at drawing? It was okay if he was! In the short time that Will had known him, he had found out that Mike was good at lots of other things. He wasn't afraid to go climbing even to the top of the highest monkey bars. He always told the best stories with funny voices included. And he never, ever failed in making Will laugh when he tried. So what if drawing wasn't something he was good at?

Will looked back up to say something comforting, but Mike's eyes were not on him anymore. Instead, they were quickly roving the drawings of the other kids in the class. As Will followed his gaze, he saw that more and more, every other drawing was much closer to Mike's than it was to his own. And that's when the truth became apparent. Mike wasn't bad at drawing. It was just that...

"Will, you're amazing!" Mike let out breathlessly.

Okay, Will wouldn't have quite said it like that. But Mike had, and Will could feel his face heating up from the compliment. "What!? No I'm not," he squeaked in protest. But it was too late, Mike had made up his mind. That was another thing Mike was good at - making his mind up and sticking to it.

"Yes, you are! Look at your drawing, it's awesome! It's the best one in the whole class."

Mike's exclamations were starting to attract attention as a few of their classmates started craning their necks to look at Will's drawing. Will quickly flipped the paper and looked at Mike pleadingly. He didn't want everyone staring at him or his work. He could see a confused look on Mike’s face, as if he didn’t get why Will was shy about this. But he got the message and quieted down nonetheless, even going so far as to glare a few kids who had gotten up to see Will’s drawing.

Will shot him a grateful smile, and they both were able to turn in their work without further drama. The incident stuck with Will though. He couldn’t get Mike’s words out of his head. “Will, you’re amazing!”

And while he didn’t want everyone staring at his art…well, if Mike wanted to stare at it, that might be alright. So that night, Will spent his evening at home working on another drawing, this one showing Mike and Will swinging together on the playground at school.

He presented it to Mike at the end of school the next day, as they were waiting to be picked up by their moms. The shock and awe on Mike’s face when he saw it was topped only by the smile he gave when Will said it was for him.

“What? I can keep this? Are you sure, Will? It’s so good!”

“Y-yeah. I made it for you,” Will stuttered, basking in the positive feedback he was getting from Mike. “It even has your name on the back of it.”

Very solemnly, Mike took the drawing and delicately put it away in his backpack. Not crammed and stuffed in there like every other paper was. But actually placed neatly in one of his folders first, careful not to fold or crinkle it in any way.

Mike had just finished putting his backpack on again when he rushed forward and gave Will a big hug. Will was a little shocked at first. He was pretty sure this was the first time anyone outside his family had given him a hug. But he returned it eagerly anyways. Something about it just felt right.

“Thanks, Will, I’ll take good care of it and keep it forever,” Mike said into Will’s shoulder.

Before Will could respond, a gentle honk of the horn broke them apart as Mike’s mom waved at him from their car.

“Bye, Will, see you tomorrow!” Mike waved as he ran to his car.

“See ya!” Will waved back.

He took a deep breath as he watched them drive away. Will's insides had never felt so warm and fuzzy before in his entire life. He would never forget how good it felt to make his first friend so happy with something that he made for him. And he knew right then that he would never get tired of Mike's hugs. And if drawing was the thing that got him those reactions, well then...maybe art was something that Will actually loved after all.

#byler #byler fic

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Gosh your hospital AU is crazy sweet! Would you do another one? Just loved the idea and their dynamic!

Thena looks up from her charts, finding a protein bar wiggling its way into her view.

"Delivery for a Miss--no, Doctor Thena?"

Thena smiles, no matter how much she doesn't feel like it. Because Gil can always get her to smile, even after she's pulled an 18 hour shift to cover for absentee residents, handled some truly uncooperative patients and just wants to sleep face down on the floor.

"How you holdin' up?" he whispers, sitting himself next to her on the on-call bunk bed. He slips his hands back into his hoodie pockets as she accepts and unwraps the snack (white chocolate and cranberry: her favourite).

"Better now," she promises, sighing as she chews. She flaps around the paper copies of her charts that need signing off on, "I miss Ajak."

The nurse who did indeed keep things running smoothly had only gotten off shift an hour and a half ago.

"These are all done, though, right?" he guessed, peeking at them in her tight little fist. "You're just signing off on discharges?"

"Yeah," she sighed, sagging on the bed even heavier. "I'm just about done. Just this last little stretch always kills me."

"Yeah, last run is always the hardest," Gil sympathises, and she knows he knows exactly what they mean by it. He pulls the papers from her hand before she can abuse them further.

"How was your day?" Thena asks, although she pauses in her chewing just to yawn.

"Pretty quiet, actually," he smiles, although really he's making sure she finishes the whole protein bar. "Kingo spent most the run making tiktoks, so..."

Thena gulps down her bite and laughs. Gil feels at least a little bit better at hearing the magical sound.

"I know you're dying to get home, but maybe a little power nap wouldn't hurt before you get behind the wheel of any sort of vehicle."

"I know, I know," she groans, taking another bite of power bar as he takes her stethoscope from around her neck and even pulls out her ponytail for her. She moans even louder as he massages her head, relieving the tension that has become subconsciously ingrained into her at this point.

Gil pulls her to lean against him, wrapping his arm around her and trying to, as subtly as possible, get his other arm out of the sleeve so he can secure it entirely over her shoulders as a blanket. "They need to assign more interns to this place."

Thena shrugs, already leaning quite heavily on him as the warmth of him permeates her tired bones and the smell of him on his hoodie lulls her into relaxation. "They don't come down here to learn trauma care, they come here when they need extra cash."

Gil just rolls his eyes. Thena works herself to the bone, seeing everyone from people who have very normal reasons to come in and just can't make it to clinics because of their work schedules, to very real and urgent traumatic emergencies. And she and Ajak get so little thanks for it.

Thena is actively and visibly drifting off, turning her face into his bicep as she makes her self more comfortable against him. "What about you? When are you off?"

Gil is technically off duty now, also supposed to be heading home. But he's here because he asked Ajak if Thena was heading out too, only to learn that she was fulfilling the last of her 18 hours. And he would be damned if he trusted her to take proper care of herself when she was exhausted.

And he certainly wasn't going to let anyone else take care of her in his place, either.

"Gil?" Thena asks again, although she wraps both of her arms around his one, as if he's her own personal teddy bear.

"I'm off too," he whispers, leaning his head against hers as she dozes off against him, sitting up and wrapped in his work hoodie over her scrubs.

But she's sleeping, and it's all he wanted when he came in here.

The door opens and one of the interns - either very early or extremely late - pokes their head in. "Um, is Doctor Thena-"

"Get out," Gil glares at them, utterly remorseless for the harsh treatment. His eyes burn a hole in them, "quietly."

They do so, pulling the door closed for him as quietly as humanly possible.

The trauma surgeon from upstairs will be coming down any minute to take over for her anyway. And Gil is ready to sit up with Thena for as long as she stays asleep. He'll carry her to her car and drive her home if he has to.

Although part of him wants to stay here and let her hold onto his arm like this forever.

Thena mumbles in her sleep, and Gil smiles. She denies it every time he brings it up to her, but she's a sleep talker--mumbles out anything from patient charts to what she wants to eat when she wakes up. It's an oddly cute habit for the Goddess of War to have, which is why she denies it so vehemently.

Gil kisses her forehead, "go home?"

"Home," she sighs in agreement, still holding onto him. She's very deserving of her next 24 hours off, he thinks.

She won't like it--she'll be mortified if she thinks about the interns seeing it. But Gil knows what has to be done. He tries to pull his arm out of her grasp, only for her to whine at him faintly. He laughs under his breath. "I'm gonna take you home, honey."

Gil manages to extract his arm so he can pick her up bridal style, bundling her up in his arms so he can grab her backpack on the way. He does take a route that's not out the main entrance to the ER, for the sake of Thena's pride.

He carries her out the ambulance bay doors, heading for his car to drive her home. The paramedics getting ready for their first run of the day wave to him. He nods his head, and they seem to understand that he has cargo far too precious to risk waking.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #I love it #we love some soft moments #we love a work marriage built on trust and respect #Gil is getting done a 12 hour shift and exhausted #he says bye to Kingo #and then goes to four different vending machines on four different floors #and Sprite on the pediatric floor is like what are you doing up here?#and he's like obviously I'm looking for Thena's favourite flavour of protein bar #and Sprite is like y'know what? that is obvious #he also definitely just keep them on hand #buys that flavour just because Thena likes it #and he knows that she'll forget to eat #because doctors are THE WORST patients #Thena wakes up at home hours and hours and hours later #Gil leaves her a little note on her fridge white board #sleep tight honey :) see you in 24hrs #and she's like fuck #kNOWIng that Gil carried her while she was asleep

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Noelle had a bad feeling in her stomach, but she ignored it and continued to walk down the hall with Kris at her side. They were supposed to be going over their history project together after school today; they'd been assigned one last month but hadn't gotten around to it until now. It wasn't due yet, so it didn't really matter how far behind she was...but she still felt guilty. She was usually very good about getting her work done early, even when she did procrastinate sometimes (like right now), but this time she just kept putting off working on hers because of other obligations: helping Toriel cook dinner, taking care of Berdly's house plants while he went away for a few days, visiting Rudy in the hospital, etc., all of which took up most of her free time these past couple weeks. She knew she should have prioritized doing her homework before anything else instead of wasting more hours watching TV or playing video games or whatever. But no, Noelle couldn't bring herself to do that. Not only that, she also wanted to spend as much time with Kris as possible during his short visit here; there would never be another chance like this again. So she put aside everything and spent every waking moment with Kris whenever she could.

And so they continued walking down the hall. As they passed by some students who were heading into class, Kris whispered to Noelle, "So uhm...what do you wanna talk about?"

Noelle turned around to look at Kris and said, "I don't know." They had already discussed their project together several times over the phone last night; it was basically finished except for a little bit left to type out. The whole thing was supposed to take them less than an hour anyway...so why was she so nervous? It was just a stupid history project! What was wrong with her?! Noelle felt her heart beating faster and her hands getting sweaty; her mouth went dry. Why did she feel like this? This wasn't normal for her; it didn't usually happen when talking with someone unless something bad was going on. Maybe she just needed a drink of water or a bathroom break. She started looking around desperately but saw nothing in sight that might help her calm down enough to think clearly again. She sighed and looked back up at Kris again, who seemed confused as well. "You're not sure what we should talk about?" Kris asked, sounding slightly alarmed now. "Is this your first time having to do this kind of assignment?"

Noelle shook her head slowly as she took another deep breath, trying to relax herself again. "N-no," she said, "it's fine, I'm good."

Kris smiled reassuringly at her, then continued, "Then let me ask you: do you have any questions about the project?"

"Uhh...yeah...I mean...I guess..." Noelle said hesitatingly, still feeling uneasy. Then suddenly an idea popped into her mind and she blurted out excitedly, "Do you know anything about the Delta Rune?!" She immediately regretted saying it; it was such a random question! But it was too late; it had already come out. Now there was no way for either one of them to take it back without seeming rude or weird. And the look on Kris' face told Noelle that they probably weren't going to be able to backtrack and pretend that it never happened. So now here they were, standing in front of each other with awkward silence all around while Kris tried to think of a polite response to that stupid thing that just came out of her mouth.

And so Kris finally gave up on trying to act cool in this situation (which is actually really hard to do) and instead started stammering nervously like Noelle did before when talking to new people: "Uh...uhh...well...um...the...delta rune? I don't...I mean...I'm not sure what you mean by that..."

Noelle felt herself start getting even more flustered as she realized how dumb she must have sounded. She quickly turned away from Kris and looked down at the ground again, trying desperately to compose herself. "Oh...I'm sorry," Noelle said quietly. "I didn't mean to say anything weird..."

Kris took a step towards her then stopped himself, unsure if he should approach anymore. He thought about walking past her but decided against it; she might need some space right now. Instead, Kris just stood there awkwardly until Noelle slowly raised her head, still looking nervous. She had a look of concern on her face now and was clearly worried about making things worse for them both with her last comment; it made him feel bad about being so blunt earlier on. But there wasn't much else they could do now except try their best not to make each other uncomfortable any further than this point in time already has been. So Kris simply nodded at her reassuringly and smiled warmly before saying, "It's okay." Then he walked off in the direction of his next class while Noelle continued down the hall alone with no idea what to do or think. { TYPE: Short-form story * M2 }

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shslpunkartist · 2 years

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Could we see a random snipbit from your system au? Perhaps system Amelia trying to find her glasses while Keith & Pico tries to help her out? Or perhaps system Amelia meeting system Otis and accidentally kills him with her adorableness? :]

System Ami and Otis are actually friends before the story happens because of same classes (maybe further past that? Maybe high school friends who decided to go to the same college), so I'm gonna do the first suggestion.

(Put under the readmore incase some people don't want spoilers)

Meet at her dorm at 1 pm. It's 12:56 right now. Good. We've made perfect time.. right? Or should we go in at the EXACT right time? Or maybe a minute or so later? Who shows up to a friend meeting at the exact time anyway??

"Dude, chill out!" I felt a poke at my side, and turned to see Pico snickering at me. "I doubt Lily's gonna get on your butt for being a few minutes early. Let's just go in now. It's just a project meet-up, after all!"

"Easy for you to say.." I mumble. Which is true. It shouldn't be a big deal, but never - and I mean NEVER - have I went into someone else's dorm for an assignment. For any projects that I was forced to partner with someone, it would all be over text and media share, since neither of us would want to meet up in person. This is completely different and new.. feels like my stomach's gonna flip inside out.

"Look, if you don't go knock on that door, I'll force take over and have Lily all to myself. Make you look double weird~" Again, Pico was snickering at my misfortune. He knew damn well I was nervous, but of course, he makes light of it.. or that's his way of helping me ease up.

Either way, I flick his forehead and go to the door, ignoring his cry of pain. Wasting time out here actually got me even closer to the exact time, so that's a little less worry off my system.. I think. Regardless, I knock on the door, and wait patiently for the door to open.

Boof. "Ack! Crap, uh.. one second!" Whack! Dingle..

"Uh.. Ami?" Was stuff falling on the ground?

"One secoooond! Shit, where did.. arghh!"

"Lily's fighting someone."

"She's not fighting anyone, shut up."

"Dude, she's totally kicking someone's ass right now. Break in, I wanna see."

"There's no way I'm breaking inside! Stop saying stupid thi-!"

Suddenly, the door swung open, startling both me and Pico back from the doorway. Amelia stood at the other end, glaring right at us, completely disheveled and pissed off. Shit, I knew it, we caught her at a horrible time-!!

"Who are you?"

... huh???

"A-Ami?" I took a step forward and gave a slight wave, hoping the shakiness of my hand wasn't noticed. "I-It's me? Keith? We.. were supposed to work on a song together..?"

A moment of silence lasted longer than I had hoped for, but that's when her glare widened to shock, and I noticed her cheeks begin to flare a bright pink. "O-Oh my gosh, Keith! I didn't recognize your voice through the door, I'm sorry!" I was about to sigh in relief, until she suddenly moved closer to me and glared again, taking a closer look at.. my face.

... wait.. is she squinting??

"Ooh yeah, there's your blue hair!" She let out a nervous giggle. "I'm really sorry, Keith. I'm, well.. it's embarrassing, but I'm blind as a bat without my glasses. I've been trying to find them for the past hour, but.. well.. I'm blind without them! Ahaha.. heh.."

"I'm in love with her." Pico bluntly states.

Shut up, you!

"Oh, ok.. thought you were.." I paused, not wanting to say what Pico had claimed she was doing. "Um.. y'know what, forget it. I can help you find them, if you want."

"Yes! Please and thank you! I could've swore I left them on my nightstand, but I can't friggin-!!" Amelia quickly turned away to get back into her room, only to bump into the wall rather harshly, now whining at her newly injured nose. I took her by the shoulders and helped her inside, not wanting her to crash into anything else.

#system!au

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Hold Out Your Hand And I'll Reach For You Too

Chapter Two • Virgil

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Just One Of Many Visits

It was just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and it just made Virgil want to scream, cry, and then scream again.

Not only had G gotten onto him for not completing his chores fast enough, he'd also assigned even more stuff to make sure that Virgil was 'in good physical shape', which had only left Virgil weak and shaky.

And to top it all off everything having taken so much longer than normal meant that he was late to his visit with The Prince. What if he thought Virgil didn't want to see him and had already left? What if he was cross with Virgil for making him wait? What if he sneered at Virgil's appearance?

Unless G was showing Virgil off somewhere, he didn't look super great but today had been a bad day physically, even before he'd been forced to work out to the point of exhaustion.

Virgil's face wrinkled briefly as the heat from outside hit his already warm face but quickly schooled it just in case The Prince was still around somewhere. Virgil ran as fast as he could —even as pathetic as that was— across the field and wedged himself through the hedge to their meeting spot, all but collapsing in relief and exhaustion for having made it.

"You're alri—" The Prince cut himself off as his green eyes did a once, then a twice-over. "Are you alright?" He asked, a bit of alarm creeping in his tone.

"I—" Virgil tried to suppress his paints while still trying to actually breathe. "Yeah, I'm— good, just… forgot about some— some chores. Sorry I'm late."

"You don't need to apologize! It's not like we meet at an ultra specific time. I was just worried," Although the way The Prince said it though made it seemed like the worry wasn't entirely in the past, despite him using the past tense. "You seem pretty out of breath, are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Just, uh, guess I've been forgetting to keep up my handsome physique." Virgil laughed self-depreciatively.

The Prince frowned, "You are okay, though?"

"Yeah," Virgil finally admitted. "I'm okay."

The Prince seemed relieved, if not still a bit worried. "Good. You are handsome though."

Virgil felt his face flush despite not being sure how much The Prince really believed that. "Well, you're not so bad yourself. Though, what with you not being human and all, you've really put me at an unfair disadvantage."

"Hmm," The Prince hummed, sounding almost like a cat purring, leaning forward before he startled a bit and leaned back again. "Sorry! I— I uh, hope I haven't made you uncomfortable. I can be a bit… oh I don't know."

"No, you didn't! I'm— fine."

"You… don't sound fine?"

Virgil took a deep breath. Damn his anxious exterior, it probably made The Prince think he was lying or something. "I really am fine though. I just…"

"Get anxious?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Oh, no need to apologize! It's not your fault or something you do on purpose. I know that. I have a brother, I— uh, don't think I've ever mentioned him before." At Virgil head shake no, The Prince continued, "Well, he gets anxious too, so I guess you could say I'm not unfamiliar with it. Although, I will say it's— well, it's terrible you do have to have that feeling so often, that 'spiders in your gut', that feeling like something's wrong or going to happen…"

Virgil couldn't help raise one eyebrow in a bit of amusement. "Spiders in your gut?"

"Ah, my brother's words, not mine. I'm just quoting him. You see, well, I think it's a bit interesting how people can both think one way, and yet react and deal with it completely different. And of course not that either way is necessarily better or worse than the other, you're just two similar yet completely different people. But then again, I suppose that's what people say about me and my twin anyway."

"Oh, I see. Um, could— I mean…"

"Yes?"

"Do you think you say a bit more about how me and your brother, um, react to anxiety differently? I'm, I'm not really sure how else one even could react."

"Ah, well, I'm glad you asked! So— well, let's call my brother 'Duke'. So Duke tends to regulate his anxiety by being loud and brash. He curses and says whatever intrusive thoughts pop in his head, and, not in a mean way by any means, he thinks people's reactions to whatever gross thing he thought up is funny. So he just tends to distract himself, I suppose.

"I think, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to like to prepare. Where he doesn't want to think about it at all, you tend to think about practically nothing else, and overplan if you can."

Maybe Virgil had underestimated how perceptive The Prince actually was. "I— well, I don't know about over planning. I don't think that there's really such a thing as too much planning. I mean, I like being as prepared as I can be."

"Fair, fair, and there's nothing wrong with that," The Prince said, seeming to be trying to assure Virgil.

"That's really interesting, though. I don't think I ever would've thought that someone who acted like that was really just trying to avoid their anxiety."

"Right! That's why I think it's fascinating how people can be so alike and yet completely different."

"Hmm… well, speaking of similarities and differences… So, um…" Virgil almost started to shy away when The Prince looked at him like that, soft and intrigued, like he actually cares about what Virgil had to say.

"Yes?" The Prince asked when Virgil still hesitated.

"Well, in the spirit of getting to know each other better, do you like art?"

"I do! I love art!"

"Oh? Have a favourite piece or like, artist?"

"Monet, most definitely. I don't pretend to know what, or maybe I never did but well, I know he isn't a human. And I'll probably never meet him but oh, whatever has him seeing such beautiful colours! And how skilled he is to be able to share them as he does!" He gazed at the sky, eyes unfocused, yet full of wonder and delight. "They're just so vivid!"

"They sound like it! What types of colours does he use?"

The Prince's eyes quickly found their way back to Virgil, his brow creasing. "You've never seen one of his paintings?! Not even a rendition in a book?"

Virgil smiled nervously. "Um, no… sorry?"

"Oh, don't be sorry! I'm just sorry you haven't gotten to experience one yet. They are truly something else."

"No doubt. They must be spectacular to make you this passionate."

"Yes. Someday I'm going to take you to see one. Especially his water lily one. You've never seen water like that until you've seen it."

Virgil sighed, laughing disbelievingly despite himself, like that would ever happen. He was never getting out of here. That's the problem when you make a deal with no end date… at least Janus had been smarter about it.

"Yeah, okay, Princey."

"No really! I— I promise I'll take you to see one someday!"

Virgil felt his stomach drop, not quite sure if it was in excitement, appreciation, or perhaps dread at the permanent promise that had just been made. "You, I mean… I know what that means, but you don't… I'm sure you weren't thinking. Let me release yo—"

"No! Wait, please don't. I don't want to be released from my vow. Please. I want to make good on it. I want to take you! I'll fr…" The Prince mumbled something Virgil couldn't hear. "...If I have to."

"Um, sorry, what'd you say?"

"Oh! Haha, don't worry about it. I don't… I don't know if… but I'll— er, well, don't worry about it. I will take you to see it though."

"I… "

"Oh, I'm sorry! I completely forgot to ask you if you even wanted to! You don't have to be polite to spare my feelings. Did you want to go? You can say no!"

"I do! I, uh, I really do want to go… with you, and everything, but just… let me know if you change your mind or whatever and need or like want to be released from your vow, okay? Don't feel like you have to just because you wanted to and said you would now."

"Alright," The Prince gently acquiesced. "I highly doubt I'll ever change my mind though. But yes, I know could ask you for that if for some frankly bizarre reason I couldn't or didn't want to take you."

"Okay. Good."

The Prince smiled, and Virgil gave an easy, lopsided smile back. "Well, I for one I'm quite excited, and looking forward to taking you someday! I hope it's not too long."

"Yeah," Virgil said, though trying not to get his hopes up, things just didn't work out for him, but even just getting to pretend they'd get an outing like this was like a painful and yet soothing balm to his cracked soul. "Yeah, I'm excited too."

Well, despite the bad start to the day, despite the horrible morning, despite anything and everything, his visit with The Prince cheered him up.

He always managed to, no matter if Virgil was anxious, sad, or stressed, no matter if he was exhausted, no matter if Virgil just needed a little bit or a lot of cheering up, The Prince always managed. And Virgil couldn't help but want to be around The Prince.

Even if it led to Virgil's downfall.

#sanders sides fics #ts virgil #tss virgil #ts roman #tss roman

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sourstilinski · 2 years

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Are You With Me? (Draco Malfoy x y/n) Chapter 4

Summary: Y/N is a Slytherin muggle born. She's used to her house ostracizing her due to her blood status and her friendship with the Golden Trio, especially Draco Malfoy. But during their fifth year, they discover they might need each other more than they think.

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For the next few days, you're walking on eggshells around your friends. Harry knows you were lying about hanging out with Draco and you're sure he'll tell Hermione and Ron the first chance he gets. But to your surprise, he hasn't uttered a word.

The morning after he told you what he'd seen on the map, you braced yourself for what was coming during breakfast. You ate at your house table quickly and then made your way to the Gryffindor table. You almost visibly cringed as you sat down next to Hermione, positive you were about to get an earful. But nothing of the sort happened.

"Good morning y/n," Hermione greeted you kindly as she moved her copy of the Daily Prophet out of the way in order to make room for you.

Ron grinned at you. "That was probably the fastest you've ever eaten y/n. You've never gotten over here that quickly before."

You're sure this is some sort of joke. They have to know, right? You glance over at Harry but he just chuckles at Ron's comment and smiles at you warmly. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Um, yeah, I guess I just wasn't very hungry this morning," you chuckle nervously, looking between all of their faces. Not a single expression is a cause for concern.

You come to the conclusion that maybe Harry is just biding his time until he tells them. Maybe he wants to talk to you first again. But he never comes to you. Three days go by, four days, five. He hasn't mentioned a word to you about it and your friendships have been completely unscathed. Maybe he's not going to say anything at all.

As for you and Draco, things had gotten better between you two. The night after your little argument, you arrived at your guys spot at the usual time. The only problem was the blonde boy was nowhere to be found. You thought he might be running late so you sat down anyway and started working on your many assignments.

Once an hour passed and he still hadn't shown, you packed up your belongings and headed back to the dungeons. Was he really angry with you about last night? Was he upset because you said you weren't sure if you were friends or because you told him you were hanging out with Ron? You weren't even hanging out with Ron, at least not directly. It's not like you could tell Draco that you're apart of a secret student organization. But was he really that upset with you?

You shivered as you got closer to the dorms. You hated living down here. It was always so dark and cold. You couldn't deny the common room was pretty, decked out in silver and green, and you really enjoyed looking at all the fish in the water. However, you would've much liked to live somewhere else.

When you enter the common room, you see him. He's seated at a table in the corner, his back is to you. He's the only person in the room and the only sound that can be heard is the crackling of the fireplace. You stride over to his table, stopping once you're standing next to him. He looks up at you, jaw clenched.

He looks around before speaking. "What do you want?"

"You didn't show," you say quietly, forcing yourself not to look at him. God, you sound so pathetic.

He turns back to his homework. "I don't go where I'm not wanted."

"Who said I didn't want you there?"

"Well, usually when you're not friends with someone you don't want them around," he quips.

"Are you serious right now? You're angry with me because I wasn't sure if we were friends or not?" He is such a child, he's so frustrating.

"I'm not angry." He's still not looking at you and it makes you even angrier.

"Draco, how am I supposed to know if we're friends or not? We only ever speak when we're alone in the library and sometimes you're not even nice to me! I don't know what kind of friends you have but that's not how friends interact." You cross your arms over your chest, willing your heart to stop pounding.

He doesn't say anything. He still won't look at you but he's paused his work. You glare at him and you unfortunately become so aware of how handsome he actually is. He's grown up a lot over the years. You can't stand to stare at him in silence any longer. Especially not while noticing how attractive he is. You turn to leave, not wanting to be in his presence any longer.

"Wait."

You stop, turning back around to face him. He's turned around in his chair staring at you, eyebrows furrowed in a frown. "You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that."

You don't say anything. It seems like this boy is always apologizing. But you're the only one you ever hear him apologize to. When you still don't answer him, he tries again. "Do you want to sit down? If you're not finished with your work?"

You want to say no, you want to walk away and leave him here by himself. But you won't. More like you can't. You take the seat across from him and pull out your homework. You engage in easy conversation for the next two hours as you study and for the first time, you feel like Draco Malfoy is your friend.

***

"You should ask her out, you know," you throw the youngest Weasley boy a pointed look.

It's a beautiful afternoon as you're sitting down by the lake with Ron. The sun is shining on the dark water as a warm breeze flows through the trees. Hermione is in Arithmancy and Harry mentioned something about remedial potions, poor guy. So you decided to spend time with Ron. It wasn't incredibly often the two of you were alone so you cherished these moments with your best friend.

"Ask who out?" Ron sweeps his hair out of his eyes, brows furrowed.

"Hermione, obviously!" You huff. Was he blind?

"Are you mental? She'd probably punch me in the face!"

"Didn't she want you to ask her to the ball last year?"

His cheeks tinge pink. "She never actually said that."

"Whatever. The point is you like her, she likes you. Just ask her on a date."

He shakes his head. "She doesn't like me. And I don't even know if I like her." He picks at the grass, rolling his eyes. "Besides, she's too busy writing to Viktor."

"Ron, the only reason you hate Viktor Krum now is because he asked Hermione to the ball," you remind him.

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is!" you playfully banter.

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

He throws the patch of grass he ripped up at you playfully. You squeal and attempt to throw it back but a gust of wind sends it flying everywhere.

"I'm going to kill you Ronald!" You yell out, laughing. You push him and he pushes you back as you both fall into fits of laughter.

You can't see that Draco is watching the two of you from the courtyard. He was on his way to the quidditch pitch to practice alone when he saw you with the familiar red head. He stopped to watch you for a moment. God, you were so pretty. His stomach dropped when he saw the playful fight the two of you were having. For the first time in his life, he wants to be Ron Weasley. He wants to be the one throwing bits of grass at you and playfully pushing you. He wants to be able to hang out with you whenever he wanted. But he's too much of a coward. Besides, when has Draco Malfoy ever gotten what he really wants?

***

You can't focus anymore, the words on the parchment don't even look like words and you're the one who wrote them. You've been in the library for hours now and it's barely ten o'clock. You managed to hide while Madam Pomfrey was locking up at nine, there was no way you were getting sent to Umbridge. Draco would be along soon to keep you company anyway.

You hated yourself because you procrastinated to the night before to write your potions essay. Why didn't you listen to Hermione a week ago? Now you're drowning in more work and in full panic mode. You place your fingertips on your temples, closing your eyes. You just need a minute to think. The knowledge will come to you. But it’s been almost four hours and you’re starting to lose hope.

"Hey," Draco greets happily as he slips into the chair across from you, you can hear the smile in his tone. It would make you happy if you weren't in complete misery at the moment.

"Hi," you mumble. You open your eyes and look up to meet his concerned ones.

"What's wrong?" He leans closer to you from across the table.

"This stupid potions essay." You motion to the parchment in front of you.

"The one that's due tomorrow? You haven't finished it?"

You shake your head. "I suck at potions. I don't understand any of it. I've been here for hours but I just can't focus."

"How much do you have done?"

You slide the parchment across to him so he can see it. His eyes scan the page. "This is it?”

You nod miserably.

"Y/n, you've written four sentences."

"I told you I suck at potions!"

"Alright alright." He holds his hands up in surrender. "I'll help you."

Your head snaps up, eyes wide in hope. "Really?" He's one of Snape's best students, everyone knows this. You just can’t believe he wants to help you. Sure, you two are kind of friends now but you still couldn’t imagine him actually wanting to help you with homework. But this is Draco Malfoy, the boy who will do anything to flaunt his skills.

"Yes. But you need to take a break first."

You shake your head vigorously, reaching forward in an effort to grab your essay from him. "No, there's no time! It's going to take all night if we do that. We'll get caught in here eventually."

He holds the parchment above his head out of your grasp. "It's going to take all night anyway. You've barely written anything."

He stands up, still holding onto your essay. "Come on. We can go back to my dorm. No fear of getting caught."

He doesn't wait for an answer but instead just turns to leave. You have no choice but to follow him, especially if you want this essay completed. As you walk through the corridors, the only thing you can focus on is if Harry is watching you on the map right now. You still don't know why he hasn't even spoke of it to you.

As you follow Draco across the common room towards the boys dorm, you start to get nervous. You're about to be in Draco Malfoy's dorm. You never thought you would be speaking to him, let alone be invited to his private room.

He opens the door for you and strangely, it's exactly how you expected it to look. Dark wood four poster bed with green and black sheets, a large green velvet armchair in front of a stone fireplace, Slytherin flags and quidditch posters decorate the walls. His bookshelf is overflowing causing the desk to have a pile of book atop it as well. The faint scent of mint and apples waft through the room.

You didn't even realize you had been standing in the middle of the room just looking around. You must’ve been standing for several minutes because he’s already rid himself of his Slytherin robe and matching tie.

"Are you going to stand all night? You can sit down."

He motions towards the bed and you awkwardly sit down. You can't help but feel like you're invading his personal space. It's hard to imagine him in here alone, reading or doing homework or just being. He places your essay on the desk and takes a seat.

"Take a break," he says to you over his shoulder. "You need a nap."

"No way, I need to work." You stand up from the bed and walk up behind him. You try to grab the quill from his hand but he's too quick for you, catching your wrist in his free hand.

His sudden grip startles you. It sends a jolt through you that you can't explain. He must've felt you jump because he loosens his grip but doesn't let go. You can see his jaw clenching and unclenching. Neither of you makes a move. A part of you doesn’t want him to move.

"Y/n." He speaks firmly. "Take a nap. You need it, you're exhausted. I'll start it for you and I'll wake you in a bit to finish it. Okay?"

He lets go of your wrist and you slowly step back. He doesn't turn back around to look at you, he simply begins working on your essay. You figure it's no use arguing so you lay down on his bed and wonder how you ended up in this situation. Eventually, your eyes become heavy as you let sleep overtake you, drowning out the sounds of quill scratching against parchment.

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milkybonya · 3 years

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i'm not the same boy you knew back then

Warnings: food mentions and some angst, party mentions

Pairing: Yedam x (gn)reader

Summary: where Yedam broke your heart in high school because he didn't know how to act but now he's desperately in love with you and wishes you still felt the same :")

word count: 5.8k

inspired by Walls by All Time Low (it has explicit language! be careful~~i've put a link for it at the veryyy end of this fic)

[a/n]: I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY FOR THE FLASHBACK PART OF THIS OML I'M SORRY FOR THE CHAOS AND MESS BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Hey there it's good to see you again, It never felt right calling this "just friends". I'm happy, if you're happy, with yourself.

"Isn't that Yedam?" your friend, sat beside you, asks. They point to somewhere behind your head, and naturally, you turn around to follow their finger with your eyes.

As the doors to the lecture hall swing shut, a familiar boy begins to walk quickly down the steps. While grinning, he decides on a spot near the back, far away from your almost front-row seat. You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding and face the front.

"Since when did he go to our university?" your friend asks, also facing the front now.

"I have no clue," you admit.

You'd purposely accepted an offer at a faraway university to avoid having to see Yedam ever again after high school. High school had become one of the worst times of your life thanks to him.

Yedam's pov

As soon as I enter the hall, I find [y/n] with my eyes immediately. They look at me with a mix of shock, disgust and hatred, but seeing them fills me with so much joy that I can't help but smile.

Deciding not to bother them, I pick a spot near the back and sit down. I wonder to myself if switching to [y/n]'s school was the right choice...

[y/n]'s pov

It was obvious you were too much for me. Oblivious, I was young

Back in high school, you had the fattest crush on one of the school's most popular kids, and you hated yourself for it. It wasn't like you could control your feelings... but your heart was set on him. His smile made you feel so warm and you felt happy despite him not having the slightest clue who you were. You always watched him from afar, peering at him as he walked into the classroom while waving at all of his friends before taking a seat at the back.

By some chance, you got paired with him for an assignment. You thought he would be disappointed, since he had never spoken to you, but contrary to his somewhat intimidating aura as a result of him being a popular kid, he smiled warmly at you as you introduced yourself.

"I know you're [y/n]," he said quietly, looking down at the assignment instructions in front of him.

"How do you know?" you asked him.

He looked up and leaned in closer to you to whisper into your ear, only after being sure that no one was watching.

"It may not seem like it, but I do know my classmates."

When he moved back, he flashed you a grin before returning to the assignment instructions again. Your heartbeat was flooding your ears.

After meeting up several times to do the research and plan out the presentation together, you and Yedam somehow grew closer. You had always thought he was some sort of chic, cool guy, but he turned out to be super soft and sweet. The two of you laughed at each other's dumb jokes and procrastinated late into the night sometimes, only beginning your work when the café was about to close.

On one of those days, Yedam asked if you wanted to go to his place to finish the assignment.

"It's due in two weeks and we still have so much to do... plus we're so busy that we can only meet once a week," he explained, pouting slightly.

You agreed, feeling somewhat nervous and excited at the prospect of going to your crush's house for the first time.

His parents were home but asleep as it was late for them, so the two of you quietly went to his room.

In-between muffled giggles and late-night snacks, the two of you managed to get a lot of work done before you felt as though you'd hit your limit. After yawning and stretching, you told Yedam that it was time you went home.

"Do you live far from here?" he asked you.

You, in fact, did live quite far from his house, but you felt bad telling him this, so you lied and told him you lived close by.

He pouted and looked down.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to just sleep here... but I guess it makes sense for you to go home," he said, helping you pack up your things.

Yedam... wanted you to stay the night? How could you miss such an opportunity! Your crush! Wanted you to stay the night!!

Yedam noticed that you'd stopped moving, holding your pencil case in your hand as you thought about what to say.

"Is everything okay?" he asked you.

"Yeah... I actually... live kind of far," you mumbled, not wanting him to get mad at you for lying.

"You do? Then why did you say you live close by?" he asked, also taking his hands away from your backpack.

"I didn't want you to walk me home or anything," you explained. Yedam smiled at you, shaking his head.

"Don't worry about it now... do you have any clothes to change into?"

"Just my gym clothes... but they're dirty," you told him, shyly.

"Do you want to take something of mine to wear?" he asked you, already standing up to look through his closet without waiting for your answer.

You were going to say no, again, not wanting to bother him, but he had already pulled out some of his comfier clothes for you to wear.

After changing into them and walking back into his room, you avoided Yedam's eyes as he quietly lost his mind over how cute you looked.

"Um, so..." Yedam started, scratching the back of his neck.

"Would you be okay with sleeping in my bed? I'll go sleep in the livingroom-"

"No, no! I'll go sleep there-"

"No, I can't let a guest sleep on the couch!"

Both of you sighed, not being able to win against one another.

"Listen, it's either you sleep in my room and I go to the livingroom, or we both sleep in my bed," he said, pointing to his bed behind you.

You froze, trying to consider your options as your heartbeat grew louder.

"Well... I guess we're both sleeping here then," you said, in a tone that tried to sound confident but was a little shaky.

You plopped yourself face first into the bed to hide from your embarrassment, feeling the bed shift a few seconds later as Yedam joined you.

"Scooch over towards the wall. I'll sleep on this side so you won't fall off the bed at night," he said, pointing to the side of his bed that faced the rest of his room. You smiled at Yedam's kind gesture as you moved over.

He had turned off the light and it was dark now, and both of you lay side-by-side on your backs, staring up at the ceiling.

"Are you... asleep?" he asked you quietly a while later. You shook your head at first, but then realized he couldn't see you. So you said a quiet "no".

You felt Yedam shift as he turned to face you. You carefully turned your head towards him too, wondering what he was up to. It was hard to see in the dark, but he was just admiring your face. You looked away, feeling embarrassed, until you felt him shuffling closer to you.

It was a little nerve-wracking watching his figure tower over you in the dark. Blinking up at him, you parted your lips to ask him what he was doing, but he spoke first.

"Am I allowed to... kiss you?" he asked, quietly looking down at you.

Yedam... wants to ???? Your crush wanted-

You found yourself nodding before your thoughts could entirely be processed, and watched as Yedam lowered himself onto you with a small smile. His heart soared as he watched your reaction -- your eyes were squeezed shut so tightly out of nervousness.

Before his soft lips met yours, he found your hand under the blankets and held it in an attempt to ease you of your nervousness. He didn't know that it only made your stomach feel the effects even more intensely.

Your lips touched for only a moment, but it felt like a whole eternity. When he pulled away, he moved off of you quickly and shuffled over to his side of the bed again.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, looking away from you. You were confused.

"What's wrong?" you asked him.

"I... I was supposed to tell you I like you first but then now you're right beside me--wait not that I like you... wait I mean I do, but I didn't want to tell you like this--"

Hearing his unsure confession was all the confidence you needed to pull him closer, accidentally tightening his hoodie strings as you pulled him in to carefully press your lips against his again. He completely melted into your hands, then, wrapping an arm around your back and holding you close.

That was probably one of the last good memories you have of him.

After that, Yedam turned into a different person the next morning, avoiding your eyes and missing any trace of a smile on his face as he pushed a plate of breakfast towards you.

"Let's not walk to school together, okay? I'll be leaving first," he told you, leaving you alone in his own house.

You had no clue what was going on and no appetite to eat. After waiting a few minutes, you walked to school after him. You had no idea how to even get to school from his house, so after getting lost and arriving late, you finally managed to make it.

When you tried to approach him in class, he would turn his back on you and ignore you. It made you feel so small that you stopped even trying.

It was really hard for you to show up to school after that, because of how terrible you felt, but you still tried your best. Your friends knew something was wrong and they did their best to help you, but it didn't stop you from thinking about Yedam and why he was acting so strangely.

Until he texted you one day in the middle of class, asking you to meet him in an empty classroom.

You told yourself you shouldn't pay him any attention, especially after he ghosted you like that, but you still followed after him, curious to see what excuse he would give you.

In the classroom, you couldn't see anyone, so you thought Yedam hadn't arrived yet until you heard him call out your name from behind a file cabinet. By the windows.

"Come here, [y/n]," he said, motioning for you to approach him. He was smiling at you again, just like he did on those days when you'd study with him in the café. You told yourself to just turn around and leave, but your feet guided you to him.

You frowned up at him.

"What the heck have you been doing?" you asked him, tears already threatening to leave your eyes.

"[y/n], I-I'm sorry... you know how it is for me, with my popular reputation. Some kids saw us at the café and posted pictures of us, saying that I was going around dating a loser-"

He was holding onto your hands while wearing a pitiful expression, but you coldly pushed him away after hearing him out.

"So you've been acting weird because I'm tainting your reputation? Yedam, we never even dated! You gave me some... half-assed confession and... kissed me in the middle of the night and then ghosted me," you told him, sternly.

"I know, I'm sorry... It's so pathetic but I really do like you... I'm just really bad at this, I know, but I'm telling you now I like you-"

"In an empty classroom. Behind a file cabinet."

"Please, [y/n]. Date me for real... I promise I won't let you down."

You and your kind, innocent heart believed his promise. You believed him because his eyes were sparkling and he was holding onto you so tightly.

Yedam told you that you had to date him in secret, and that was just one of many red flags. He explained that if his friends found out, he would be teased and you would be hurt by their words, too. Nonetheless, you agreed. At school, you never spoke to him. All you got were stolen glances, Yedam winking at you every time you turned around in your seat. Somehow, that was enough to make your heart flutter.

You could only see each other in each other's homes, since even the risk of being caught out on a date was too much for Yedam to handle. The two of you would intertwine hands while watching a movie. You'd rest your head on Yedam's shoulder, or sometimes he would rest his head in your lap and you would gently stroke his hair, watching as his eyes squeezed shut tightly while he indulged in the feeling of your love.

Sometimes the two of you would listen to music together, quietly sharing earphones while staring out the window.

Sometimes you would just talk for hours into the night.

Yedam's smile would never leave his face when he was with you.

Except for when he was at school.

And you could handle it. At least you thought you could, until the final straw.

For Yedam's birthday, a few of his friends had gathered in his home, celebrating. You were also invited, of course, after you begged Yedam to let you come. He had told his friends that he invited you as a gesture of thanks for working on the assignment with him... it broke your heart to hear this lie, but you shrugged it off, again.

Everyone was feeling excited as they all started a game of spin-the-bottle. You felt incredibly out of place and already angry, even more so upon seeing a girl getting all handsy with Yedam, stroking his thigh with her hand and playing with his hair. She was constantly glued to him, but you shrugged it off, again.

After the bottle's mouth faced Yedam, the girl beside him dared him to kiss someone. How childish, you thought to yourself. You watched as Yedam locked eyes with you and started to stand up, making his way towards you with a small smile, but the girl beside him stopped him.

"Where are you going, damie? Isn't it me who you should kiss?"

Yedam looked back at her and then at you.

"I-"

"C'mon, it's your birthday!" she said, dragging him back down.

That literally is not an excuse and makes no sense, you scoffed to yourself, rolling your eyes.

The next few moments were a blur, but Yedam ended up kissing her and you felt like a piece of paper being torn in two. We can't even look at each other in public, you thought to yourself. You fought back tears and got up to leave. No one seemed to mind or care about where you were going, since none of these people were your friends anyway. Even Yedam was preoccupied, his lips on the mouth of this other girl.

You couldn't just shrug things off anymore. This was it. Now, it was your turn to ghost Yedam.

You hadn't told him, but your family were planning to move to another city soon. You told them to plan the move for earlier so you could leave that dreaded place and leave Yedam. Ignoring all his calls and texts, you transferred out the next week, and that was that.

I'm gonna break down these walls, I built around myself. I wanna fall so in love, with you, and no one else, Could ever mean half as much, to me as you do now. Together we'll move on, just don't turn around, Let the walls break down.

You can't focus in lecture as everything that happened with Yedam flashes before your eyes. Just as you're starting to live a normal life without him, he has to show up and allow of the trauma to resurface.

As soon as your class ends, you quickly pack your bags. Your friend does the same, understanding exactly what is going on. But it seems like Yedam and his feet move a little faster.

Just as you're about to leave your row, you look up to find Yedam standing at the end of it, a small smile on his face.

You sigh and turn around, telling your friend to do the same so you can leave through the other side. But Yedam just follows behind you quietly. He doesn't say a word and just follows you as you and your friend as you leave the lecture hall to go to your next class.

Suddenly, you stop. Your friend and Yedam stop, too.

You turn around, your fist clenched into a tight ball.

"Yedam, can you please stop following me? Do you not have classes of your own or things to do? Please leave me alone," you told him, turning your back on him again and walking forward.

Your friend didn't follow you, though, but looked back and forth between you and Yedam. So lost in your thoughts, you walk to class on your own, not noticing that your friend isn't following you.

Yedam's pov

After they say those words and leave, I feel my heart breaking in two. Of course I know how much I've hurt [y/n], but their words make me realize that I'll never be able to completely understand. I almost start crying right there and then...

"Yedam, right?" their friend asks me. I look at them and nod, confused.

"Listen, [y/n] hates your guts. They're not going to talk to you and hear you out, so I'll do it instead. I know [y/n] might regret it if they don't hear you out, even if they don't want to."

I smile at [y/n]'s friend. That sounds exactly like [y/n]...

"You've probably heard a lot of awful things about me, and it's all true. But... [y/n] probably didn't tell you about those nights we spent in each other's rooms... the times that we did get to spend with each other alone.... sorry, what I'm trying to say is that I've always loved [y/n]. Not even 'like', but I've always loved them. And I don't think I'll be able to stop... I know I was such a terrible boyfriend back then. I don't think I can say I even was much of a boyfriend... but I've changed. I can promise that I've changed. I know it must be so arrogant of me to ask if they'll give me another chance but..."

I trail off, my brain shutting down as I struggle to find anymore words to express myself. [y/n]'s friend nods after I trail off.

"I see... well, I've heard about your promises. I heard they couldn't be trusted but if you've changed, then maybe that has changed, too. [y/n] has a really kind heart, but I won't let them date a jerk ever again. So unless we both know for sure that you're different now, we are not letting you date them."

With that, [y/n]'s friend walks away and leaves me there.

[y/n]'s pov

In class, you feel completely empty, unsure of how to feel. You only notice that your friend had not been beside you this entire time when they take a seat in the spot beside you, apologizing that they're late.

"Where were you?" you ask them, looking up as they sit down.

"I was talking to Yedam," your friend tells you, never one to lie.

Your face fills with disgust at the mention of his name.

"Why would you do that?" you whisper loudly, causing some heads in the lecture hall to turn your way. You mumble an apology before returning to your friend.

"I wanted to hear him out," they say, casually opening up their notes.

"What did he say?"

"So you are interested, huh?" they ask you, teasing.

"No, I'm not!"

"I know, calm down! He just said something along the lines of how he's always loved you and does now, too, and that he's changed--"

"That is the most garbage thing I've ever heard," you say, interrupting your friend with a scoff. They smile, shaking their head at you.

When you return to your dorm after all your classes, you find a small gift bag hanging on the door knob to your room. Curious, you pick it up and notice it has your name written on the side.

You could recognize that handwriting from a mile away.

As if it's the side of a hot pan, you drop it, watching its contents spill to the ground. A pack of your favourite snack falls out, along with a neatly handwritten note, a CD player and earphones.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to look, you tell yourself.

Picking everything up and walking into your room, you sit on your bed and read the note over.

[y/n]!! ah, it doesn't make sense for me to be cute or excited in this note, does it? >.< please forgive me.... i'm a little nervous... here is that snack that you've always loved... do you still love it now, too? and here is something that i wrote for you~it's on the CD. just press play and i'll let the song do the talking... i wrote this after you disappeared.

- yedam

This song better be god tier if he's coming to leave it at my door, you think to yourself.

As the song fills your ears, it seems to fill your empty heart too. You can tell it's full of Yedam's sincere feelings and thoughts... or he's just doing a good job of acting while singing. You can't seem to tell, but you still tear up a little.

You hear the door to your room swing open, as your friend, who also happens to be your roommate, barges in.

"What are you up to?" they ask, placing some things on their desk. They turn around immediately when they hear you sniffling.

"ARE YOU CRYING?" they shout, sitting beside you and wrapping their arms around you.

"This... song... Yedam..." you croak, just handing them the earphones.

When they listen to it, they also go quiet.

"It sounds really sincere..." your friend tells you, quietly.

"I'm not the only one who feels that way?" you ask your friend, looking at them.

"You know him better than I do, so you're probably right," they tell you, standing up.

"Why did this boy have to show up and make a mess of my life again," you groan, hiding your face in your hands.

"Well, I have just the solution! I know you're probably going to think about him and not get any work done anyway, so should we just go to a party?!" your friend tells you, jumping up and down.

"A party?" you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

"It'll help you stop thinking about him! Please, we never went to any parties last year!! Let's go, just this once!" they beg.

After thinking it over, you agree. What's the worst that could happen?

Wearing one of your favourite fits and feeling good, you walk alongside your friend, who already has a groove in their step as the two of you make your way to the house where the party is set to be held. It isn't that hard to find, since you're just following the bright lights and loud music in the distance. It's a wonder the people in that house aren't being arrested for causing such a ruckus...

Finally there, you step inside and try not to bump into any weird people. The music is so loud its deafening, and you shrivel up at the sound of it. Your friend wraps their arm around you, pulling you in close and guiding you to the snack/drink area so you can take what you need and go to a quieter place.

Your friend did beg you to come today, so they won't force you to dance or do any things you don't want to do...

Now equipped with everything you need, you make your way to the basement, where it's a lot quieter despite being so busy.

"How's this for a change?" your friend asks you, grooving along to the distant sound of the music from upstairs.

"It seems like you want to dance," you tell your friend.

They shake their head.

"I'll stay with you toniiiiiight!" they cheer, hugging you tightly. You laugh.

"It's fine, just go up! The crowd doesn't seem too scary or weird down here," you tell them as you watch two people play mario kart in front of a TV.

After asking you 1000 times if it's really okay, they leave you there with a drink in your hand. You continue watching the two people playing mario kart, secretly rooting for the boy in orange because his fit looks really nice, even if you're only looking from the back.

He ends up losing and you let out a "noooo!" loud enough for the two to hear. When they turn around, you discover that the boy in orange had been Yedam all along!

I take back rooting for him... he deserved to lose!

Widening your eyes at the sight of him, you quickly turn away and try to navigate your way towards another room. To your surprise, as soon as you walk in, Yedam is in there, holding the door open at the other end and panting.

"[y/n]," he calls out softly, smiling slightly. You can tell he's testing the waters and wondering how to react.

You try to walk out of the room, but the door behind you has been shut by some drunken idiot! He's pressed up against the frame and no matter how much you push, the door just won't open.

"[y/n], if you want to leave, it's okay. I don't want to bother you," Yedam tells you, stepping aside from the other door and motioning for you to walk through.

You sigh.

"No, it's fine. I guess we're here for a reason now, or something," you mumble, sliding down the wall until you're in a comfortable sitting position.

Yedam smiles, closing the door behind him.

"Still caught up in all that destiny stuff?" he asks you, joining you in sitting on the ground but also keeping his distance.

You scoff in response. How does this kid remember everything about me?

"So... what are you doing in my house?' he asks you.

"Your.... house?"

"Yeah, this is my house. You didn't know?" he asks you, looking bewildered.

You think about your friend. They must have brought you here while knowing it was Yedam's house...

"Um... nevermind that. How... have you been?" Yedam asks you, wringing his hands.

"Me? I've been doing great until now. How about you?" you spit out your words sarcastically, but Yedam doesn't seem to mind.

"I've been... well... I'm not sure. It would be cheesy for me to say I've been feeling lost without you, but that's kind of how it is," he tells you, chuckling nervously.

"Yeah, super cheesy. It also doesn't make sense, Yedam," you tell him, avoiding his eyes.

"I know it doesn't, but to me it does. I know our relationship was a mess, but those times that we spent together were... something else. Probably some of the best times of my life, honestly," he tells you.

"And why... are you telling me this?" you ask him, curious to see how he'll respond.

"Because I know I'm in the wrong and there's no excuse for my past childishness, but... I've missed you. And I still do. I know I was really caught up in my reputation back then and I didn't open myself up to you properly, but I want to do that now."

He runs his fingers through his hair, and something inside you turns. You didn't realize just how much you loved it when Yedam did that until now... he looks so pretty--

No. What are you thinking?!

"I haven't missed you though, Yedam," you say.

He smiles sadly.

"I know. And there's no reason for you to. But I'm just... asking for a second chance in case you think there's anything left."

You gulp and look up at the ceiling. You hadn't even considered the possibility of dating Yedam again, but talking with him now is different. He's less cautious and seems to be a lot more comfortable with you.

Someone knocks on the door behind Yedam and Yedam tells them to come in.

"Oh, am I interrupting?" the boy asks, slowly backing away.

"It's fine, I'm just talking to [y/n]," Yedam says with a smile, gesturing towards you. You greet the boy and his eyes light up.

"[y/n]?! The one you always tell me about? Gosh... it's so nice to meet you!" the boy says, shaking your hand and sitting down in front of you.

"You put up with a lot of Yedam's antics, I've heard," he says, laughing. Yedam laughs along, but you're still in shock.

Yedam had never told anyone about you... but now this random boy knows everything?

"It was more than antics. I was... really bad to [y/n]. I'm surprised they haven't left yet," Yedam admits, leaning back.

"I transferred to your old high school after you transferred out, and this boy was always sad. He didn't talk to anyone but me, only because the teacher asked him to show me around. He told me everything about you and eventually told the rest of his friends, too. You were his biggest and only heartbreak... I swear everyone at our school knows about you," the boy explains.

"What did you tell them?" you ask Yedam.

"He told us how he had been dating you in secret because he was afraid to ruin his popularity, but that he regrets it a lot. A lot of his friends left him after finding out you dated Yedam," the boy explains. Yedam nods along.

You're in shock. The boy who was so secretive and insecure exposed himself as a heartbreaker?

"Anyways, I'm sorry to be interrupting. I'll leave now!" the boy says, standing up and closing the door behind him.

"You... told everyone?" you ask Yedam. He nods.

"I feel like it was the only thing I could do for you. You deserved to be known as the one who held my heart," he says, holding his chest and laughing at his own cheesy words.

You find yourself laughing along and loosening up.

A moment of silence stretches between the two of you, and Yedam breaks it by standing up.

"Do you wanna play mario kart with me? You seemed to be having fun watching," Yedam asks you quietly.

You nod, also standing up.

The two of you play for about an hour, screaming and yelling at the TV just like you used to in your bedroom when you'd play games together.

"I won!" you declare in glee, turning to Yedam to do your signature high five with him. His hands meet yours, and you only realize what you're doing only after its already happened. You awkwardly move your hands away, facing the screen again.

"I'm sorry..." you mumble.

"No, I'm sorry! It's really okay, [y/n]... if you feel uncomfortable around me, you don't have to--"

"Your song touched me a lot, Yedam. And now I feel like... I want to try again. Just like this game," you say, pointing to the screen that has try again written in the corner.

"Are you sure?" he asks you, slowly.

You nod, deciding you've made up your mind. You've seen a lot of green flags already -- enough to decide that it's okay to move forward.

Yedam smiles and looks down at his lap. Then his head lifts up quickly, his eyes lighting up.

"I can take you to that café you always wanted to go! They have one in this city... and there's a museum next to it too! Do you want to go there? I.."

As he continues talking, you realize that all of the things he's saying he wants to do were things that you never did with Yedam, even after one year of dating him. It was always stay-at-home dates and ignore-each-other-when-we're-at-school. Somehow, you feel excited, wondering what things will be like.

"[y/n]! I've been looking everywhere for--oh, Yedam? Hi!" your friend greets you both.

"Did you have fun dancing?" you ask them. They nod, pointing to Yedam with their eyes.

You get up and whisper into your friend's ear.

"We have a lot to talk about, but I think..."

Your friend doesn't even wait for you to finish before they say, "well, I have to leave early now. Yedam, can you walk [y/n] home? Great, thanks!"

With that, they disappear and you shake your head at your friend's strange behaviour.

Yedam is all smiley while still sitting on the ground.

"Do I get to walk you home now?" he asks you, standing up.

"I wonder what would've happened if you walked me home that day, too..." you mumble, thinking about the day you slept over at Yedam's in the same bed as him.

"What, do you want to sleep over today, too?" he asks you.

You shake your head.

"I don't want things to turn out like that again."

"You mean, you don't want me to kiss you like I did then?" Yedam teases you, sending you a wink.

"You--shut up!" you yell, chasing after him with a pillow.

This boy literally broke my heart, you think to yourself. He is testing his limits...

After you both calm down, Yedam walks you home. It's a little quiet at first, until Yedam speaks.

"Can... I hold your hand?" he asks you.

"This soon?" you say, still grabbing his hand anyway. He looks down at your hand in his and smiles.

"Yeah... you don't know how long I've been wanting to do this for," he admits, swinging your arm up and down as you walk.

You shake your head at him.

"Let's run!" Yedam declares, racing forward with your hand in his. You trail behind him, the sound of laughter escaping your lips and ringing in Yedam's ears. It leaves a bright blush on his face as he thinks to himself about how much he's missed your laughter.

The two of you slow down, panting.

"I'm so tired," Yedam wheezes, laughing at how weird he sounds.

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" you tease him. He raises his eyebrows at the comment. Maybe it's the adrenaline from all the running or the feeling of the night air, but a courage surges through you as you snake your hand around the back of his head and pull him towards you, pressing his warm lips to yours.

You pull away shortly after, feeling breathless again. A blush dusts Yedam's cheeks as he stares at you with wide eyes.

Your own stomach is full of butterflies, but you ignore it and walk forward.

"Are you not coming?" you yell to the boy behind you. He laughs and chases after you.

[a/n]: i just want to say that i do not condone getting back together with a toxic ex so soon... i was just really excited while writing and sped up the plot >.< but don't ever get back with someone who has hurt you unless you are 100% sure! please take care of yourself!!

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