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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 3 years ago

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Father frank castle request?? ALL PLATONIC 100000000000 PLATONIC

Father Frank castle x daughter reader, him teaching her how to defend herself???

Waffles vs Pancakes|

Frank Castle

Reader: Female (6th grader at first, then jumps to Freshman year of highschool) | daughter reader

type: One-shot

warnings: bullies, bloody nose, burns, bad boyfriend that tried to bully you into submission but you said nah (at the end you'll see)

Notes: this one turned out super good too! And im really glad you all like Dad Castle!

Masterlist: Marvel | The "Playlist"

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Frank walked into the office, well Pete Castiglione watched in the office.

"Hello how can I help you?" The woman at the front asked.

"I'm here to pick up Y/n. Y/n Castiglione."

"Oh..." The woman forced a grin, "Down the hall, nurses office."

He nodded, following the orders, and knocking at the door at the end of the hall.

"come in."

Frank opened the door, the man applying some ointment to Y/n's face.

"You must be Mr.Castiglione." He spoke.

Frank nodded, the man turning towards Y/n, "yeah it's him..."

"What happened," Frank asked, looking at Y/n.

The nurse smiled, "Y/n got in a pretty nasty fight."

"I wouldn't call it that." She scoffed.

"Tell him what happened."

"Why? So he can tell me I'm being dramatic too?" Y/n argued.

The man sighed, pulling a piece of gauze over her cut and then some tape, her nose starting to bleed again as she held a scrunched nose.

"ah, here we are, here."

She was handed tissues for her nose.

"Well if you're not going to tell him I will." He spoke, she only rolled her eyes and looked away, causing him to sigh once more, "Okay then, I'll talk to him."

The man walked Frank out and closed the door.

"Ah, she says one of the boys in her biology class touched her and she didn't like it." The man spoke, "she won't tell me where or in what way. The boy sits next to her in class. By the video people recorded of them fighting, she gave a real beating, but he beat her pretty bad too. She has a burn from the hot plate on her arm that I fixed up. She's scratched up a bit, bloody nose as you can tell."

Frank sighed, rubbing over his face, "What's the school doing about it?"

"Oh...uh..." The nurse spoke, "If I were me as principal I'd dig deeper into it, but they won't don't want the bad publicity."

"So that's it?" Frank asked his voice rising with every word, "Some crazy ass kid touches my daughter and you're not going to do anything about it?"

"Please Mr.Castiligone, I understand that you're upset, I'd gladly do something about it, but I'm risking a lot already talking to you just about what happened." The man spoke, "I can only recommend you to the principal."

Frank opened the door to the nurse's office, Y/n sitting there in silence, the bleeding had stopped again, "come on we're going."

Y/n got up, quickly following Frank after grabbing her bag. They walked threw the hall and out of the office.

"Sir you have to sign her out!"

"No need, I'm unenrolling her," Frank spoke, Y/n following his footsteps.

They walked out of the school, some kids calling to her yelling goodbye, Y/n waving goodbye as they vanished behind a building on their way to the parking lot.

"Get in."

Y/n did as told, sitting in her own seat in the front.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Frank spoke looking over at her.

Y/n was silent, "You tell me the truth and you're not in trouble."

"I told him to stop touching me." Y/n spoke, "He kept pushing me on the shoulder, then he pulled my hair. I swore at him and he pushed me in the chest."

"So you punched him in the face." Frank spoke.

Y/n shrugged her arms hugging her yellow backpack, "I pushed him into the lab table and the lab table hit him in the face."

Frank sighed as he pulled out his keys, "I like icecream. You like icecream?"

Y/n shook her head no, "dairy makes my stomach hurt...I like the guys who sell fruit on the corner of the street."

Frank looked at her, "Yeah that works too."

So that's what they did, they went and got fruit cups from one of those stands, the ones that sell fruit covered in seasoning, Y/n taking Frank's seasoning as he ate it bare, just fruit.

Y/n was silent as she ate the cup of fruit as Frank drove.

"Hey kid." Frank spoke up, Y/n turning her head, "There's gonna be alot of people like that boy that pushed you. There gonna push you harder, alot harder."

Y/n looked at him, "I...I know...I figured by the time Im older you'd clear them all out."

Frank looked at her shortly, then laughed softly, "Nah. I wish. There's always gonna be bad people out there. You gotta be able to protect yourself."

Y/n gulped nervously, "like...with a gun?" He was gonna show her how to kill someone?

"No, in general, ya know." Frank spoke, "other times...you've gotta do what you've gotta do, but don't you worry about that. I can take care of the bigger bullies."

Y/n nodded, "So...what? You're gonna teach me how to fight?"

"that's part of it."

Y/n hit the ground again, Frank standing over her with a hand on his hip, "Come on, you can do better than that."

Y/n got up, her and Frank in an emptied boxing Studio, someplace called Fogwell's. They stood in the open area boxing ring, Y/n rushing to her feet.

"Good, keep gettin' up, keep comin' at me." Frank ordered, Y/n standing there, hands up, "No. Stop."

Y/n stood up straight, Frank walking towards her, "Bring them up higher," Frank ordered Y/n getting into a ready position.

"Higher."

Y/n did as told, fist up covering her face, "Elbows out."

Y/n spread her arms wide, "Not that far."

"Couldn't I just punch them back?" Y/n asked standing back up straight.

"You could," Frank spoke, "but how far is that gonna get ya when someone hits harder than a 6th grader? they punch so hard they can break your nose in one punch?"

"not far," Y/n answered.

"That's right." Frank said, with a nod of his head, "Now. Keep hand up, elbow's spread, just enough, shoulder's length..."

Y/n did as told, "Feet apart One forward one back, not too much or you'll slip."

Y/n stepped a foot back, a knee bending in reflex.

"Stay loose, light on your toes," Frank instructed, "You always wanna be moving, so things are easier to avoid. Easier to doge if your bodies are already warm- Throw a punch."

Y/n threw a quick jab with her left hand, Frank grabbing her forearm at the end, "Don't hyperextend, you'll leave yourself open."

Y/n brought her arm back into position, throwing the jab again.

"atta girl!" he praised ruffling her hair, she smiles.

It would become Y/n's newest favorite thing, training with Frank: either it be just simple defense, or learning how to throw a punch better. Frank as a teacher was rough around the edges, but he ment well.

He kinda took it easy on her, most of the time, he'd just sent her to the firm floor of the boxing ring, making her get back up to her feet. They'd get dinner afterwards, either it be something quick from a gas station like Ramen you added water too, or breakfast for dinner, where he got pancakes, and her waffles.

It was often the two had a playful argument, Waffles were better than Pancakes and Pancakes were better than waffles.

"I bet a waffle could beat up a pancake." Y/n laughed with a smile.

"yeah is that so?"

Y/n nodded, "yeah, see all these squares, it's like armor."

Frank chuckled, drinking from the mug. This is what he wanted all along.

Family.

Y/n laughed as the plate slipped while she was trying to take a bite of the full waffle, she smiled at Frank.

All things come to an end at the end of the day.

"Come on Y/n! Y/n!"

"Get her Jericho! Don't get beat by a girl!"

Half way through Freshmen year, Jericho had come into Y/n's life, he a Sophmore, but the same age as Y/n. He was sweet, carring, everything she wanted out of a boyfriend.

Except she didn't like his need for "speed" nor his need for Lean and smoking. It was like it was on repeat, the fight from sixth grade.

He had pushed her, and she didn't like that and shoved him back in the hallway, he told her she was being dramatic and tried to kiss her again which resulted in a slap across the face from Y/n.

That's how it started, Y/n losing heavily, her mind too out of focus; it all happened too sudden, this was someone she was supposed to trust, someone she was truly in love with, now fighting her, pumbling her.

She managed to push him off, he falling back as she rushed to her feet.

"Hands up, elbows shoulder apart, atta girl just like that." Frank instructed, "Now when someone bigger gonna come at you, they're gonna come with a lot of weight, use it against them, inexperienced fighters tend to lock their elbows and hyperextend, it leaves them open. Hit them in the elbow with enough force you could break their elbow, dodge and they could send themselves to the ground.".

Y/n took in a deep breath, Jericho getting back up on his feet, "Little bitch is cryin,"

That's right she was, mostly a nerve reflex from the blood running down her nose, Y/n only chuckling as she wiped her nose.

Her go-at-it attitude annoyed Jericho, "Go fuck yourself!"

Y/n put on a smirk, Frank once said the enemy will always try and take your confidence down, but don't let them, "Afraid to tussle with me a bit? You're a coward, no wonder history will forget you."

There was a loud uproar in "OHHHHHS" and "OH SHIT SHE DID NOT AH" as Jericho came at her again, Y/n's stance was better than before, light on her feet, she managed to dodge most of his attacks, and as she watched him stumble with each missed one.

"GETTEM! GET HIM!"

It was one clean and quiet powerful uppercut by Y/n that ended the whole thing, it sending Jericho stumbling as she grabbed him by the back of his shirt and kneed him deep in the gut sending him to the ground in pain.

Y/n licked her lips, the blood tasting like copper as she spit onto the ground besides him, she squatting down besides his head, "Come at anyone, or any of your new little girlfriends like that, and I'll be back, and I won't be nice next time."

Y/n got up, grabbed that all well too known yellow backpack and slung it over her shoulder, and walked off.

She had Frank to thank for her confidence, and her skills, Frank was right about a lot of things.

But waffles were still better than pancakes.

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levisgirll · 3 years ago

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oki it me again uWu back with another request because I really enjoyed the first one!!!💗💗 couldn't find the exact words to phrase this but what about aomine (from Kuroko no basuke) as your boyfriend in university. I look forward to what you will write!!

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

text: hello again!! thank you so much for reading my posts and the fact that you like them makes me happy c: 💗💗 I'm glad you enjoyed the other request so, I hope you enjoy this! (also, aomine is my second fav in knb ^^ he's just so attractive oml-)

synopsis: aomine daki, the great basketballer player at your university is your boyfriend! how is it like to have aomine as your boyfriend though? and how does he act with you? (get ready for this-)

Once Aomine is your boyfriend, get ready cause this guy will show off and flex a lot when it comes to you. Whenever you stay and watch his practices, he flexes a lot with his back muscle and he would turn around if YOU saw that. You are just sitting there, all blushed while covering your face, "Oh god, this idiot..."

Sometimes, the basketball club would invite student for 'Learning the basics of Basketball' and the first person he wants to invite is, of course, his girlfriend. While he is waiting for her, he would just sit in the bench and lots of people go to him for help, but he would ignore everyone and say he is tired and to leave him alone. But once he sees you, y/n, entering he is all energetic and comes running to you. "Aomine, let me change wait" , "But darling, I was waiting for like 10 minutes...you have to make up for that."

Once everyone leaves and its just you two, he gets all hyped up cause he loves it when you are alone with him. He gets extra clingy towards you and keeps on hugging you and you can feel his tensed muscular body. "Sweetheart, you looked amazing today."

Okay but this guy, would fuck up and beat any guy that even showed any sort of disrespect. He is not standing there with a glare or bumping into them if someone laughs, or says something mean to you. He will go up to that person and hold them up while saying "Okay, you started this. Come here." You have to stop him before he gets physical towards them, "Aomine! Stop!! They just said to me to move". "Yea, 'Move you', what the fuck is that? Asshole, learn some manners! Do you know who you even spoke to!"

This guy is smart, so he knows all your university spots, so don't be surprised if you see him out of nowhere. "Hey its that guy! He is always following you!" Kagami would yell out, "Fuck, you have some stalker Y/N" Kagami would say while glaring at him, he was your university best friend. "That's my b-boyfriend."

Your man will also buy you a lot of snacks, and if you say you skipped breakfast. He is dragging you to the university café and will force you to eat after he buys you food.

Oh my god, your boyfriend loves to tease you A LOT. Like there wont be a day he wont tease you. If you somehow changed up your hairstyle, he will make a huge scene. "No WAY! Sweetheart, you look so good! Wow, that's my GIRL! You all heard that??!"

Aomine makes you laugh like crazy, and there also wont be a day he wont make you laugh. He just loves it whenever he hears your beautiful laugh and small giggles, he founds it so cute and you really warm his heart whenever he hears that.

He will never forgive himself if he ever made you upset or cry. Aomine will probably think about it the whole day and he will keep spamming you "I'm sorry" multiple times. If you don't reply back, he would come to your lecture hall and he is gonna make a scene. "Y/N I SAID IM SORRY!"

You definitely boost his ego, like crazy. Whenever he feels low before a match he would call you and he just wants to hear his girlfriends voice motivating him. "Aomine, don't worry you got this! Besides, didn't you tell me the only one who can beat you...is you?" "Fuck, you are right. Darling, I'm gonna win this and I'll come and hug u after this match. Wait for 20 minutes" And he actually does it.

This guy sticks with his words, so if you tell him meet up at 2 pm. He is there at 2pm waiting for you. If he says he will do literally anything for you, he fucking will.

Once he got, really upset and emotional and he said to you during a call at midnight. "Y/N, Dont leave me like how everyone does.". You then recalled about him telling you about this past and how his old teammates left him, so you would say "I wont, I'm your girlfriend aren't I?" And he is up on his bed all hyped hearing that, "Can I see you now!" "Aomine it's 2am and I have a quiz tomorrow bye, shutting my phone love you!" But this guy wont leave you and spam you in EVERY social media. "Nice try, but I know you have discord on your laptop. Wait, I see you online I'm calling you now."

One time, he came to your huge lecture hall and he sat right next to you, and he would just turn and look at you, focusing on what you are doing, and play around with your stuff and hair. "Aomine, I am trying to focus!" You say all blushed and can't even write anything on your notebook. "Of course, cause you are focusing on me right? Sweetheart, I know, I know I am great." Now you wanna smack him.

Whenever he sees you, he gives you that hot smirk of his and it gives you butterflies. "Ha! Wow literally everything I do, you love it don't you?" . Y/N then turns to him and gives a small chuckle, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Aomine." He then goes near you and lays his arm on your shoulder, bring you closer and he would whisper to your ear "Why not? your my girl so, I want to impress you."

You both love it whenever you guys hold hands around university, this guy is really tall so you always feel so relaxed and also great when your boyfriend squeezes your hand, and walks you to your lecture. "Okay now try to focus on your lecture and not your mind all about me alright?"

He actually loves it when you cheer for him and that really boost not only his ego but rather his self-confidence. "Y/N! I'm gonna win this match for you!" He would yell out during the match and everyone is looking at you.

He would go for academic help for you sometimes and you guys meet up in the library to study. You are the reason he passed some subjects, don't get me wrong, he is intelligent but super lazy.

His wallpaper is a selfie of you both and he looks at that before every match. He sometimes pecks his phone when he finds a picture of you.

Speaking about his phone, this guy has a folder with just you, all your pictures, screenshots of chats, even screen records of your voice notes and videos. He just loves you dearly, and he gets so fucking mad if someone touches or even goes near that gallery. He protects that with all his life, your pictures are important and he is not the type of guy to show his friends your pictures, in fact he hates that! "My folder, my girl, and no one gets to see that. Go away."

Whenever he is bored or isn't doing nothing, he would open his phone, and check every social media app to see your online status. "Oh OH, I see you online darling! Answer me, wanna go out and get ice cream? Please say yes."

He is actually such a great motivator and brings your mood up whenever you feel like giving up during university. He won't allow that, like never. "What so you will just give up? Stop? After all this time, you let this one test fuck you up? Don't you dare let that bring you down, you idiot." He actually even inspires you.

Before you go for the whole day cause you had to work on your report he would say "Smile for me one last time?"

When he sees you from afar, he would yell out and say "That's my girl! Don't move, I'm coming for you!" And this guy jumps at you with his embraces and sometimes picks you up. "L-Love put me down!!"

He actually loves teasing you like that in public, he wants everyone to know that are are HIS girl and his only.

He messages you during his practices and even would skip practice to see you.

Y/N: Oh you don't have practice today?

Aomine: Nope! And besides, I am the captain so doesn't matter. (He is not the captain- its akashi but lies)

He says that and then goes on how he knows everything about basketball and the team and he keeps doing that till you can compliment him ‘Please Y/N say anything’ he would think and you know that but tease him back not saying anything.

*meanwhile in his basketball groupchat*

Kise: aomine, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!

Akashi: Probably ran off to see his girl.

Atsushi: Whatever, my chance to leave and eat outside.

Kuroko: Can I join you?

Atsushi: No.

You would treat his injuries and he would just sit there, looking at you with a smirk.

Aomine: "Oh yea, here even hurts darling!"

Y/N: "Love....you are lying aren't you?"

Aomine: "What! No!...Maybe?"

You let out a sigh "Ah, you are an idiot...stop hurting yourself all the time." He would suddenly lift your chin up and say "You know...that I love you yea? You also better tell me everything and if you need help, just say it" He can be really soft and sweet sometimes, but he gets all cringy and shy about it and he gets up rubbing the back of his head. "I-I mean that's what a boyfriend does right?! Come on, get up I'm taking you out."

Okay, I hope you enjoy this and anyone who did! Aomine is such a dork but a sweetheart and I can see most of this happening :,)

If anyone enjoyed reading this, please then leave a like or a reblog! It means a lot and have a great day <3

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬3

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, violence and abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of death'; violence, attempted rape.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader’s husband brings home an unexpected houseguest.

Note: So this is for black Friday and then I’ll be working all today and tomorrow and schedule’s are super late so I dunno when Im working after that. Hope you guys enjoy and don’t hesitate to drop by my asks.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Arvin let you pick the record. You found it among the box of your daddy’s music. It was one of your favourites and you were glad he wasn’t bothered by Patsy Cline’s droll tones. He seemed to enjoy it as he sat and read a magazine and you searched for a button from your large tin to match that missing from Roy’s jacket.

“You ever listen to Elvis?” He looked up from behind the pages.

“I… I heard him on the radio but you know we haven’t got new records since Daddy died,” you said as you continued your hunt. “And Roy don’t like all that new music. He says it’s no good.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to like much, does he?” Arvin sniffed, “I always knew he was a grouch but I just thought it was the job.”

“He’s not… He’s just stressed. He works so much.” You looked down and settled on a button that was close enough.

“You do too,” Arvin hid behind the magazine again. “You should be the one goin’ out and doin’ what you like on a Saturday. Hell, if he ain’t gonna spend his time with you, you should do something of your own.”

“I like sewing,” you shrugged as you threaded the button, “You know, it’s not so bad. I get time to myself. A lot of people can’t say that.”

“Sounds pretty lonely to me,” he flicked the page.

You were silent. You didn’t know how to respond. He was skirting around what he really wanted to say, what you didn’t want him to talk about. The tension in the air thickened as you feared he would admit that he knew or you might confess that your husband wasn’t much of one. Hell, you’d yet to accept that yourself.

Your fears were assuaged by the sudden clatter on the porch and the hinges of the door as it was swung open. You sat up and set aside Roy’s jacket. You stood as he staggered inside. He always did like to drink when he fished, or did much of anything else. You frowned as he tracked mud in on his tall rubber boots.

“Roy, you’re making a mess,” you said as you went to the doorway and watched him stumble around the entryway.

“Keep ya busy,” he slapped a hand on the wall and wiggled his leg free of a boot. “There’s a whole pail of fish out front too.”

“Mmm,” you hummed as his cheeks glowed. You doubted he’d be awake that long. “Well, I’ll just fry those up while you sit down.”

“Agh,” he tripped over his other boot as he slipped it off and Arvin brushed by you to catch him.

“Hey, Roy,” he took his arm, “How was the fishing? Why don’t you sit down? We’ll have a beer.”

“I almost forgot about you, boy,” he shook free of Arvin and ambled closer to you, “Maybe you can hide away after dinner for a while?”

He dragged his hand up your thigh and slapped your ass as he passed you. Arvin turned as Roy clumsily traipsed into the living room and fell onto the couch. He looked at you but you couldn’t stand to meet his.

“Sure,” Arvin uttered, “I’ll just go get those fish first.”

He disappeared through the front door and you crossed your arms as you turned to watch your husband. His head lolled as he chuckled.

“You think he ever fucked a girl?” He asked, “Boy tiptoes around like a virgin.”

“That’s crass, Roy,” you reproached.

“Don’t act so innocent,” he snapped, “If you didn’t, maybe I’d… well.”

His words trailed off and he closed his eyes. He yawned and sighed loudly. You grimaced and listened to the door as it hit the frame again. Arvin continued onto the kitchen as Roy began to snore. It must have been a record how quickly he’d passed out this time.

You went through to the kitchen as Arvin drained the water from the pail of fish. You went to the drawer and got a knife. You rest it on its end as you gripped it and looked out the window.

“He’s already out for the night,” you said, “You hungry?”

“I said I’d make the fish, I meant it.”

“Nah, I’ll flay them and put ‘em in the fridge,” you swallowed, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you’re stuck here with us. Sorry he’s always drunk.” You looked down at the blade. You didn’t say what you really wanted to. Sorry you were stupid enough to choose Roy.

“That isn’t your fault and you know, I don’t mind it so much.” He neared, “We’re friends now, aren’t we? That’s worth it.”

You nodded but couldn’t smile. He always tried to make things seem nicer than they were. He was much better at it than you were.

“You comin’ to church tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he answered like it was obvious.

You turned away and laid out the fish across the cutting board. He stayed behind you, the record silenced and began to skip.

“I think I got somethin’ nice I can find.” He left you and the crackle of the Victrola died.

You slice the fish, careful not to cut your fingers as you deboned it and tossed away the heads and tails. You heard Arvin speak in a low voice and a grumble. Then heavy footsteps interspersed with lighter ones. The stairs groaned and you kept on, wrapping the filets in paper and tucking it away.

You cleaned up and washed the smell off your hands. The living room was empty so you climbed the stairs and found Roy face down on your bed. You turned to the open attic and Arvin descended the ladder.

“You got him to bed?” You tilted your head.

“Wasn’t so hard. Poked him a few times.” He grinned. “So what time do I needa be ready for church?”

“We leave about twenty minutes before service. It’s at eight.” You answered, “Oh, you know what--” You raised your index finger, “One sec.”

You spun and scurried into your father’s room. It was just as it had been before he died except now there were boxes stacked along one wall. You pushed open the closet and fluttered through the clothes hanging within. You pulled out the old grey suit and white shirt that had yet to yellow. You grabbed a tie from the drawer as you passed the dresser.

You smelled them as you went back to the door as Arvin peeked in.

“For church,” you held them out, “My daddy was a bit taller but he got skinny near the end. I can pin up the pants for you and you’ll look just fine.”

“Oh,” he face paled, “You-- I can’t--”

“Roy’ll never fit into these so please,” you pushed them against his chest. “And I don’t think he’ll be up in time for church so I need you to drive.”

He smiled and took the clothes. He hugged them as if they were precious. “Thank you. I’m gonna sound like you for a moment but you really didn’t have to.”

“You think I’m gonna forget that you promised to make the fish? It’ll be a nice Sunday night dinner.” You inhaled deeply, “I think that for tonight, I’m gonna lay down though.”

“Alright,” he let you past, “You have a good night.”

“You too,” you neared your bedroom door as Roy’s snores grew louder, “Might have to stuff my ears with cotton.”

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As you expected, Roy was too hungover to get up for church. You didn’t really go for the sermons but your daddy made it a habit when you were young to make sure you got to see the other kids in town. Sunday school had socialised you in the circles of the small town but they had proven less than welcoming. And since you’d grown out of your education, you went to trade recipes with some of the other wives.

Arvin was awake before you. As you pulled a cardigan over your blue dress you stopped at the bottom of the stairs and he appeared from the front room.

“Oh, Arvin,” you smiled, “That suit looks real nice on you. And the pants…”

“I sewed them myself last night,” he lifted his foot, “Remembered a few stitches.” He straightened the jacket, “You look real good too.”

“Well, aren’t we a pair?” You chimed. “Gonna have to be since Roy hasn’t moved since you dragged him to bed.”

“After you,” he waved to the door, “Think we should get goin’. My daddy woulda whipped me being late for the lord’s prayer.

You led him out the door and climbed into the truck opposite him. He turned the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. You felt calm as you smelled the early morning dew and you looked out the window as he shifted into gear. The lush green grass passed you by and trees swayed as he steered along the old country road.

As always, the church was crowded. You and Arvin squeezed in at the back. He was quiet and sombre as you entered. As you sat, you looked over at him. His jaw squared as the preacher came out and began his weekly scourge. A fire burned behind Arvin’s brown irises and he scowled for a moment before his face went placid.

You looked forward and folded your hands as you listened to Father Milton. You never cared much for his talk of hellfire and brimstone, to be fair, your daddy didn’t either, but in a small town, everyone knew when one was away from service. Roy never cared what anyone thought but you had to deal with Noreen and the other ladies at the grocer or around town about their own tasks.

When mass finished, you stood but Arvin hesitated. He stared up at the altar before he finally rose. He nodded to you and followed you and the other worshippers out into the sun.

You heard your name as you headed for the truck. You stopped and Arvin did too. You turned as Noreen, a woman older than yourself who fashioned herself to be the model for all society ladies, approached you. She wore a wide-brimmed hat over her blonde hair and took short steps in her heels.

“You promised me that carrot cake recipe. The one with the raisins.” She said. “Now I’ve been hounding you for three weeks.”

“Oh, uh,” you unclasped your pocketbook and fished out the card you’d made sure to stow after last Sunday. “Right here. I’m sorry, Noreen, but I gotta get back.”

“Where is Roy? Was he off drinkin’ again? You know, the lord did warn us all against excess.”

“Well, perhaps we can get him to come next week and you can warn him,” Arvin intoned and Noreen looked over in shock.

“Excuse me. And who is this… man you have as your escort?”

“Roy is letting the attic out to him. They work together. This is Arvin.”

“Arvin Russell,” he introduced firmly.

“That’s an unusual name,” Noreen remarked, “You’re not from here?”

“No, but from a place like this.” He countered, “I’m gonna go get the truck goin’.”

He turned without courtesy and marched away. You looked back to Noreen as she curled her lip.

“Oh, he is a rough one, isn’t he? You have that scoundrel livin’ with you?”

“He’s a good man. Helps around the house. It’s a big place and Missy Grable has a tenant of her own.”

“Missy Grable has a farmhand to tend the fields,” Noreen lifted her chin.

You weren’t certain what to say. Noreen always found issue with whatever you said and you hated to give her further reason to.

“Well, here’s the recipe. I really ought to go.” You said.

“I understand, honey,” She smirked, “Your husband needs his caretaker… oh sorry, wife.”

You flinched but said nothing else. Your shoulders dropped as you turned away and dragged your heels through the dirt. You opened the truck and climbed in without a word. You clutched your pocketbook and stared ahead as Arvin back out of the lot.

“Pardon my saying so and I don’t use this word often, but she was a bitch,” Arvin said. “Remind me why I ain’t go to church.”

You looked down and nervously unclasped and unclasped your purse. “You didn’t have to come.”

“No, it’s your house and I wanna be a good guest,” he said, “It’s nothing to do with you.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “My daddy hated goin’ too but he didn’t want me to be ostracised, you know? He told me, near the end, that he stopped believin’ durin’ the war. He said no god would let the things happen that he saw.” You leaned against the door and watched the buildings pass. “Seein’ how these Christians act, I can’t blame him.”

Arvin was quiet as you left the main street and the house began to thin out until the country sprawled out around you.

“My sister…” he said so low you barely heard him. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. “My cousin, she was tricked by a preacher man. She was young and too willing to love. And he was just a liar. He knocked her up then refused her.” His voice was brittle and you glanced over as his hand tightened on the steering wheel. “She hung herself but it was that snake-tongued charlatan who killed her.” He shook his head. “No god would take her like that. No god would let a man sworn to him trick the innocent.” He rubbed his forehead as his eyes bore into the distance, “I’m sorry. Just been a while since I sat in a pew.”

“No, I’m… sorry. Sorry about your cousin.” You said, “I didn’t-- You can stay home next week.”

He pondered it and a little smile curled his lips. “Don’t think I will. Think I’d like to see that Noreen again. Maybe say a prayer for her soul, wherever it may be.”

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Roy was still in bed when you got home. You tried to rouse him and he swatted you away. You brought him a sandwich and some water and left it beside him. You went back down to clean up as Arvin sat in the front room, As you wiped your hands, the record player buzzed and a tune rose on noontime air.

You went to the living room as Arvin stood straight and you listened to the smooth tones of Sinatra. He turned to you as you entered.

“I like this one,” you said.

“Me too,” He had shed the jacket and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, his tie disposed of. He turned his palm up as he stepped away from the player. “You dance?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, not much of a dancer. Roy wouldn’t even at the wedding.”

“Come on. It’s a good song.” He got closer and began to sing out of tune, “I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all…”

You shied away and he caught your hand. You let him draw you closer and smiled as your cheeks warmed up.

“Just follow my lead,” he urged as he moved his feet, “Don’t look down, just one, two, one, two…”

You moved your feet around his as he swayed you and turned you on the spot. His hand settled on your lower back and you grasped his shoulders. You were jittery as you moved with him in time to the music.

“Arvin…” You breathed.

“Every pretty girl should dance,” he said, “I’d say you’re a hell of a dancer for a beginner.”

“Thanks,” you trilled and settled into his embrace.

“I mean it. You deserve more.” He leaned closer and you felt his hot breath on you. “You deserve the world.”

You smiled as he gazed across at you. Your heart leapt as there was a sudden clamour by the stairs and you pushed away from Arvin as Roy stomped into the doorframe. His hand fell away from your back and you tiptoed over to your husband.

“Roy, you’re awake? How ya feelin’?”

“All this goddamn noise you makin’ down here,” he grumbled, “Shut off that dang thing. There’s a game on.”

You flitted away and turned off the Victrola. You looked at Arvin as he watched Roy. He looked irritated and repulsed by the man.

“I gotta do some chores,” you muttered. “You boys enjoy the game.”

“I think I’m just gonna go upstairs,” Arvin tucked his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be down to cook that fish in a bit.”

You watched the younger man leave and Roy turned the dial on the radio. Your husband flopped onto the couch as the commentator’s voice filled the room.

“How about a beer?” He demanded, not asked.

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The day turned to night. Dinner was quiet and tense. Roy didn’t drink as much as the day before but the alcohol made little difference. Arvin was pensive and seemed to lose himself in thought. You were nervous as you thought of the dance and your temperamental husband.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. It was just a dance. How come Roy could spend his days drunk and dozing and you couldn’t do anything you liked?

You cleaned up after supper. Arvin retreated to his room once more as Roy sat in the living room with another bottle and you tidied up. You cleared the last of the mess and looked out into the front room. Roy belched and sneered as he saw you.

“Wife,” he beckoned you forward with two fingers, “What did you do today?”

“Went to church. Cleaned.” You edged closer. “That’s all. I was real worried about you, Roy.”

“Were you?” He snorted and stood as he dropped his bottle on the table. “You didn’t seem too bothered when I came down.”

“What do you mean?” You stopped a foot away from him.

“You and that kid. You get on real well, don’t ya?” He snickered. “You down here dancing.”

“Just a dance, Roy,” you said meekly, “I didn’t wanna be rude.”

“You just wanna be a whore,” he snarled, “Huh? What you doin’ with that boy? I’m your husband.”

“I know, I know that, Roy. I never-- I didn’t do nothing.” You pleaded as he stepped closer. “I was just waitin’ for you to wake up.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he hissed as he grabbed the back of your head and thrust you close to him. “You been doin’ everything but what a wife is meant for.”

He tore open the front of your dress and you cried out. “I’m gonna fuck you and let that boy hear who you belong to.”

“Stop, please.”

“Stop!? This is what you promised me, dear wife.”

You struggled with him as the smell of alcohol on his breath made you cringe. He spun you and shoved you so hard you stumbled back against the couch. You got up as he ambled after you and were knocked back by his fist. You cradled your cheek as you fell onto the cushions.

He pushed you up against the back of the couch and tried to wrench your legs apart. You squeezed your knees together and slapped at him blindly as fear bubbled in your veins. He forced your legs open and knelt on the couch between them. He grabbed your throat as you tried to wriggle away and he struck you again. He never hit your face; he didn’t like people to see what he did to you.

“I’ll show you,” he muttered, “I’ll show you, you little whore.”

He reached for his fly but his face mirrored your shock as he suddenly stilled and for a moment, he froze in time before he fell back onto the floor. Arvin stepped aside to avoid the crash and turned to hit him across the face. Roy’s brow split and began to stream with blood.

Arvin struck him a third time and pointed the gun at his head as he laid prone on the floor. Roy touched the back of his skull as he stared up barrel. The whack from the butt of the gun would likely leave a worse lump than his punches.

“Get up and go.” Arvin growled. “Or I’m gonna smear this carpet with your brains.”

“Are you crazy? This is my house!” Roy barked and pushed himself up. The pistol clicked and Arvin pressed it to his head.

“It’s her daddy’s house.”

“She’s my wife, boy.”

“You don’t act like no husband,” Arvin said gruffly, “You think I’m scared? Think I haven’t shot a man before?”

“Sure you have, boy.”

“It’s different. You go out and you hunt your bucks and they don’t know what’s comin’, they don’t even know when they shot. But a man, oh he knows to the end. He begs, even if he can’t speak, he does. It’s in his eyes, in the way he gurgles as the life drains from his lips.” Arvin kicked Roy, “And once I pull this trigger, you’ll be begging too but it’ll be too late and there ain’t no words you can say to stop the blood. So you shut up and you go before you can’t.”

You were paralysed on the couch. Your head throbbed as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You trembled as Roy stood slowly and winced as Arvin followed his movement with the muzzle of the gun. Arvin followed your husband to the door and you heard the sharp whine of the other before it clattered shut.

Crickets chirped as dirt stirred beneath feet and you heard the old truck shudder to life. The door snapped shut and locked loudly. Arvin appeared and lowered the gun. You stared at it as he came close. He set it on the table and sat beside you as he touched your face and you winced.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled you against him, “I’m sorry he hurt you. I shoulda-- shoulda been faster.”

“Arv…” Your voice turned to a wisp and you let him hold you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I got you now.”

#arvin russell #arvin russell x reader #Dark Fic #dark!fic #reader x oc husband #fic #series #the devil all the time #of something beautiful but annihilating

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mcd-ms-rants · 4 years ago

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I can’t believe I started this blog asking for one note and you guys went way above and beyond that <3 <3

let’s do this shit *cracks knuckles*

also some of the points here might be in jumbled order cuz I just wrote them as soon as they came into my head

STUFF I DIDNT LIKE IN MYSTREET SEASON 2:

• ayyy home alone reference

• ok that’s not a bad thing

• WHERE IS LAURANCE. He had no reason to just disappear like that where did he go :(

(side note: I’m pretty sure that Jess was hospitalized during this time, so a lot of characters were cut out and the script was made shorter. so I think that’s why a few characters were scrapped.)

• isn’t llp supposed to be ‘sold out since forever’?? how do Aaron and Dante somehow win tickets FOR EVERYONE just by kissing?? ok sometimes shows or contests give free tickets...but only like one or two. Aphmau literally drags the whole street there

• in my opinion it is IMPOSSIBLE for a whole street’s worth of people to pack their stuff, grab essentials, drive to the airport, check in and get on the plane IN AN HOUR. especially considering that mystreet is the most chaotic street in existence

• why do all the boys swim shorts have the same damn pattern hello originality??

• DAMN TRAVIS GETS UP TO SOME FREAKY SHIT WHEN THE OTHERS ARENT HOME. he literally hires people to impersonate his friends and monologues as katelyn and I’m not even going to repeat those lines here they are CURSED😳😳 where did he even get Katelyn’s clothes from??

• how does the mys gang take Zane, who (im pretty sure) wasn’t even in the house where Garroth and Dante were when Dante broke down the door, but forget to take Travis, who literally lives IN THEIR BASEMENT IN THE SAME HOUSE. for the record HOW DO THEY FORGET LAURANCE. this makes no sense (I don’t really remember this part well so if zane is actually there then ignore me :) thanks)

• garroth saying ahoy matey kills me every time

• I feel like lucinda really got shoved to the side in this season. she barely has any relevant lines that aren’t just filler

• ok there’s a gay couple here it’s Guy and Nate. but isn’t this way of representing them heavily stereotyped?? a twink and a buff guy. Seems like a stereotype to me and I don’t like it because of that

• also arent ivy and teony supposed to be lesbian?? this would have been nice...IF WE ACTUALLY GOT TO SEE THEM ASIDE FROM LIKE TWO EPISODES. Stop making characters disappear :( I get that not every character can be major but they were like the only decently written lgbtq+ representation this show has plus teony is a dark-skinned beauty and you cannot convince me otherwise. she’s underrated

• I bring to you better lgbtq+ representation: Garrance

• admit it it would’ve been SO MUCH BETTER even tho Laurance wasn’t actually in s2 at least do it in s1

• we need more nb and lgbtq+ representation I’ll say this again and again

• when Aph sees Ivy there’s no mention of her being in a jury of any kind in pdh. Same with Katelyn and Jeffory actually, even Ivan in s3. If these people weren’t in the jury then who was??

• i love mcd Dante but WTF HAPPENED HERE. His character is a mess and not the good kind. he is dumb, flirty and a cheater since highschool and instead of learning from his mistake of cheating in pdh he decides to DO IT AGAIN. And I don’t see anyone else in the cast point this out or tell him not to?? Why??

• HOW TF DO ZANE’S PANTS EVEN FALL DOWN?? he legit goes down a baby water slide and boom theyre gone. Aphmau doesn’t lose her clothes while going down a roller caster water slide that GOES INTO THE SEA so HOW DOES HE?? If they were that loose they would’ve fallen off while he was walking. which they didn’t. Also doesn’t water make your clothes stick to your skin and not the other way around? Ya hello can someone please explain

The next four points are not actually bad things i found them funny in a stupid way but also how tf did they even happen:

• I’m not even going to BOTHER deciphering the physics behind Travis setting the house on fire, having said fire coming into contact with explosive feathers, and yeeting him thousands of miles away into llp

• no seriously how is he still alive

• and why is he allowed to stay?? isn’t this place sold out since forever??

• wow celeste has the power to swim thousands of miles away to llp as well seriously what does she eat??

ok let’s get back to it

• doesnt Katelyn throw Travis off a roof some time in this season, or was it s1? Either way that’s not cool

• the talk between Travis and katelyn was very much needed. I’m very glad it was written in but feel as though it could have been written a bit better. also Katelyn doesn’t even realize what shes doing isn’t ok till here in canon which I don’t like because it makes her seem ignorant or airheaded and I know she isn’t like that. she’s better than that. she should have been at least a bit aware of it since s1

• AND THIS WHOLE TALK WAS SHOVED ASIDE BCUZ AARON HAD TO ASK APH TO LIVE WITH HIM. am I the only one that feels this way? which is more important in your opinion?? there was nothing inherently wrong with this scene but the fact that THIS had more importance than the travlyn talk really upset me

• hello Gene :) the ONLY character with some decent development here. Give him a hand👏👏

let me make it known that I’m aware that this is supposed to be an anime style show so not everything will make logical sense but I’ve still put those points in cuz why not

and that’s all I can think of thanks for coming to my ted talk <3 <3

#zane ro'meave #garroth ro'meave #aphmau #mystreet #travis valkrum #katelyn the firefist #lucinda #aaron lycan #kawaii~chan #season 2 rant #here it is #basically #more lgbtq representation pls

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courtney-deserved-better · 3 years ago

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whats ur writing schedule/process like! not in a “write faster” way, but i think once you mentioned writing in script form? and i like the way you wrote ur most recent fic! just curious bc ur works are just really good :)

this is a great question!!

if its not slippery slopes, ill usually get an idea for something and periodically jot down notes when they come to me until I feel like i have enough information to start writing (or if im just motivated), that's what i did for my horror challenge rewrite. and for stuff that's like... rewrites of an episode that aren't as character-focused as slippery slopes, i usually read the episode transcripts and try to replicate that total drama style with my own writing

for shorter oneshots, i usually just get a vague idea and run with it until i find a good ending spot, then i go back and clean it up a bit so the structure works

slippery slopes is an... interesting cycle. chapters are getting long enough that i cant just write them in one sitting any more (i think ch5 was the last chapter i did that for) and instead ill agonize over the beginning (always the hardest part to write for me) but once i get going with that i usually finish the chapter within a few days. then i reread the previous chapter to make sure it flows ok (and there aren't any contradictions) and then ill give myself a break where i dont do anything total drama related before coming back to edit and post. though before I do all that I type up notes and rough dialogue bits

and then once i post it it's like... a weight off my chest? like ive been purged or something?? idk its a weird sensation but im just like i Physically Cannot Write Anything For This Right Now and i don't start on the next chapter until that goes away. and then i either start the beginning and do nothing for a week before going back and finishing the chapter or i go into a manic state and write nonstop for a few days. right now i haven't reached a point where im ready to begin writing chapter 10 but i have a lot of notes for it.

(also as soon as i finish posting a chapter i try not to go on my laptop for like 12 hours so i don't obsessively refresh my email for comments. i love reading comments so much holy shit. please comment guys it makes fic authors feel so happy we will love you for it)

as for scripts: i am working on being a writer professionally, but specifically a playwright. writing in a script format comes more naturally to me than writing prose. funnily enough, i started posting fanfic just to practice my prose (and fix stuff in cobra kai that i didnt like) but things sort of... ended up here? idk man but im enjoying it.

right, so because writing in a script format is easier when im really struggling with a section in a fic ill usually scrap whatever i had and write it like a script, then translate that into prose. i was very excited to write the family videos for chapter 9 of slippery slopes, but i was Having Issues, so i redid it as a script and then rewrote that as prose. ill put the script version under the cut if you're interested in that.

but thank you so much for the question!! i do think my writing process is a bit unconventional but hey i think things are turning out well! if you have any more questions feel free to send them in!!

ok here is the last scene of ch 9 of slippery slopes in script format:

[SIERRA]

MOM: Hi honey! Omigosh this is so exciting! I bet you’re having such a great time! Especially since Chris is there! Is Chris watching this? Hi Chris! You know, I loooved you on that ice skating show. Your hair was fantastic! Well, it always is, haha. Do you really make your own hair gel? I’ve been trying to perfect the recipe but you’re just so hard to track down! Oh, you’re such a funny guy! I laughed sooo hard when you made all those jokes about marrying Chef.

Chef: hey!

Chris: ok just for the record, I wasn’t joking, we are married, Sierra tell your mom we’re married

Sierra: …can we just turn it off please

[COURTNEY]

DAD: Courtney, sayang, I know you’ve been going through a lot right now—

MOM: So you’d BETTER make it count. You’ve made it this far before, I want to see you getting all the way to the finale this time. And winning it. Enough moping about those hideous, good-for-nothing slackers! That’s what you get for hanging around freaks like them. You’re doing this for the million, now get the million. Is that clear?

ZARINA: And kick ass!

DAD: Zarina!

Video cuts out.

Alejandro: courtney you good?

Courtney: no, she’s right. Mama didn’t raise no quitter

Alejandro: [knows she’s still upset about duncan and gwen]

[ALEJANDRO]

MOM: Hola, Alejandro. We hope you are doing well, especially in such unsavory conditions. I’m glad to see you’ve made it to the final four— we expected nothing less, of course.

DAD: You have been utilizing your skills quite well. Though I wish you hadn’t been so… blatant about it. You’ll have to work twice as hard once this is over to convince people you’re trustworthy. But surely you were aware of that going into this… odd endeavor. That’s just politics. Reputation is everything.

JOSE: [snorts] Oh, and what a reputation you have, Al. I could easily compile hours of footage of your failures, but I, unlike you, do not waste my time on the frivolities of reality television. Though you always have been lacking in taste. Especially with that bratty girlfriend of yours— oh, my mistake, aren’t you dating the whiny weakling? It’s so hard to keep track! [laughs]

Alejandro: callate!

MOM: I’m sure Alejandro is just working an angle on them.

DAD: Whatever the case is, do not disappoint us.

[NOAH]

MOM: Hi Noah, I’m sorry, I don’t have time to record a full video, but I’m proud of you! Here are your sisters!

ISWARI: A million dollars? A million [bleep] dollars? Win it, Noah! Win it!

RUTH: Dude!! This is crazy! I know you can do this— good luck! Ark misses you! [holds up Ark who barks]

MARA: Are you insane? Why aren’t you dating Alejandro already?

Noah: shut up, mara, just because you can’t keep a boyfriend—

ANYA: Don’t let ‘em trick you! No mercy! Crush their skulls if you have to— no, wait, you’re not strong enough for that. We’ll get there!

LIYA: I say this as your sister, someone who loves you but is constantly annoyed by you— for someone who is quite literally a genius, you sure can be an idiot sometimes.

BALLARI: Okay, I literally have no idea how you’ve made it this far without an athletic bone in your body— are we sure you aren’t adopted? I’m kidding

ABS: You’re stubborn as hell when it comes to me, so you better be stubborn as hell when it comes to winning! And when you do win, get me a frozen yogurt machine, will you? I promise I won’t make you rock climb again!

JAEL: If you lose this, I’ll kill you with this racket. And then use your guts to make myself a new racket. So don’t fuck it up. Again.

Noah: [frozen, ashamed]

Sierra: well that was a mess

Courtney: ok show of hands, who felt better after hearing that? [no one raises hands]

Chris: yeah I was expecting this to be a lot more heartwarming…

Chef: chris just look at them. If they had stable home lives they wouldn’t be doing reality tv

Alejandro: can we please stop talking about this. Also aren’t you supposed to be flying the plane

Chef: oh fuck

Chris: yeah sure. I think im gonna call my mom

Everyone: …

Noah: ok so that was really shitty. Why dont we all go to first class and try and ignore our problems

Everyone: yeah ok sounds good

***

Courtney: so that sucked

Alejandro: at least your dad seems ok

Courtney: true. What are your guys dads like

Noah and Sierra: bold of you to assume I know my dad. Jinx

***

Alejandro: that last girl… you mentioned a sister who does tennis and hates you

Noah: yep

Alejandro: why?

Noah: none of your business. but… it is pretty justified

#slippery slopes #ask #anon #total drama #writing #fic #my fic

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hitoshisbabygirl · 4 years ago

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Author's Notes ♡: Hello hello! Here’s my POCuties collab piece for Valentine’s Day. Even though today sometimes makes me feel unloved please know everyone is deserving of love and even if you don’t have someone this year, you can have me! I love you and so do your favs okay? (✿◠‿◠) ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : none! Just very sweet (a bit of the reader feeling like a burden to tamaki so a touch of sadness here and there)

Word count : 2.1k

Paring(s) : Tamaki Amajiki x F! Reader (fem pronouns)

Enjoy ♡

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Forever // T. Amajiki

Being with Tamaki for a few years taught his lover a lot. She saw more sides of him than most, and it made her heart swell to see the usually quiet boy happy and determined when he accomplished something he was trying for or when he was down she knew just how to cheer him up.

As the day drew on she realised just how much she loved him and how much she wished for him to be home, to give him a big kiss as he came through the door, knowing that his day was long, plagued with paperwork and patrols. Hearing the door open she saw her tall boyfriend enter, hood over his eyes as he let out a sigh, stretching as he felt his body being encased by his girlfriend “Hello butterfly how was your day” His low voice spoke out as she gave him a bright smile “It was nice heaving the day off but i missed you Tama” she pouted as he gave her a chuckle, kissing her forehead “I missed you too, the office was a bore without my adorable secretary” Moving into their shared apartment Tamaki saw food already laid out in front of him “I ran you some bath water too” [ ] called out as she rounded the wall separating the kitchen and living room “Y-you didn't have to do that love im-” A finger silenced his pleas “Let me take care of you okay? You need your rest and i didnt want you to worry about anything coming home except relaxing and cuddling with me okay?” [ ] said as she stood on her tippy toes, kissing the top of his cheek “Tamaki Amajiki we have been doing this for years, won't you please let me love you without trying to outdo me ; you deserve it, you're a wonderful hero, you're my hero and eventually...you'll be our family hero..once we have one..” She trailed off as he stared at her, watching a sadden face appear over her features. Shaking it off as soon as it had appeared she gave him another smile “Its alright. There's no rush, i'm here for the long haul , me and you okay?” she said as she let his face go , heading to the couch “Now go go, hurry up before the food gets cold.” She teased as he gave her a soft look, coming over to kiss her cheek “Okay i wont argue butterfly”

These little things stuck with him, her caring ways, cooking for him, cleaning his office while hed be gone, even doing some of his paperwork while he was on parole. He loved her so much and enjoyed all of the little things here and there she did for him. He ddi the same, and each time made her cry, not out of being upset but for how caring he was to her. Bringing her roses, making sure she didnt have to cook if he could help it, spa days and doing more crafts and bonding with her whenever they could. But he realized while she helped him with so much he felt like he struggled. She struggled with her own issues too, similar to his. Sometimes she felt like she wasnt enough, she had her own anxieties and could get in a sup when she felt inadequate, unlovable and unwanted. But to him, to tamaki he loved everything about her, and she was one of the strongest people he knew. He felt motivated and glad to have her as the one he wished to marry , to have kids with, to start a family. But that also broke his heart when the topic came up she did usually didnt talk much about it, happily making plans but going back on them by saying ‘if i was a good mother’ She didnt want to dissapoint their future kids, didnt want to be a lacking mother or wife. As usual Tamaki came home, but htis time he went past the wonderful smelling food in the kitchen and to their bedroom, his cute girlfriend wrapped up in a blanket “How are you feeling butterfly?” He asked as she gave him a smile, reaching over to hug him “Im oaky! Just a bit overwhelmed is all, im sorry i passed out during the meeting..” She said as she gave him a hurt look before continuing “I shouldve tried harder to stay and present with you i-” Before she could finish he gave her a kiss, stopping her words “You needed rest. Im still surprised you got up to cook, did you at least take a nap love?” He asked as she shook her head , causing him to smile “Good. i love you butterfly and i woudnt change that for the world” he said as she smiled, giving him a hug “I’d hope so” She giggled as he pouted “Never doubt my love for you [ ], no matter what im gonna be here, i promise okay?” he said as she nuzzled the boy, kissing his nose “ And i for you Tamaki”

February came in , the happy couple had started up to take more time off to do more things and enjoy eachothers presence in the month of love. As the days went by Tamaki noticed [ ] was having odd days. From sleeping long hours of the day to just crying randomly, he knee something was wrong. Coming from the store he heard sobbing from their bathroom. Terrified , he tried to enter only feeling the door being locked “[ ] baby whats wrong? Can i come in?” with no response he nervously knocked again. “[ ] please...whats wrong” He pleaded as the door unclicked, showing his still beautiful but tear stained cheeked girl. “T-tama..” She cried as she just jumped into his arms, scaring the indigo haired boy “Baby are you okay?” he asked as she took in a breath before smiling sadly “Y-yeah i am..” She said as he picked her up, taking them into the living room. “I love you..and whatever is making you feel like this..if i can help let me okay?” Tamaki said as [ ] shook her head, placing it into his shoulder as they fell asleep.

Every day from her breakdown Tamaki came to her office with a rose, ate lunch with her and made sure she was hydrated and well. Once the week of valentines day came up, he had his plan set in motion. He had their schedules fixed, the week off for themselves as they did different things. A spa day the first day, a picnic the next, shopping at an expensive store for clothes. Then an art day where they drew (or tried to ) eachother and made art fro and about the other. Once the day of Valentines came however, it was different. It started with them taking a shower together, Tamaki cooking breakfast in bead for [ ] as they talked through the morning. Tamaki told her the outfits they ha gotten the days prior was for tonight which gave [ ] the jitters. She was excited for what her pro hero boyfriend had instore for them. Once they got to the restaurant all eys were on them. [ ]’s long black dress falttereed tamakis white suit and black bow tie. The two of them sat and started to eat, coversating with some fans who so happend to be around thwm. One was a small girl with wide hopeful eyes. She came to the couple with her mom in toe “Im so sorry to interrupt you two, my daughter wouldnt let mt husband and me rest until she came over to you guys” the wmoan laughed, causing bothe members to smile “Hello there how are you?” Tamaki asked the girl as she stepped from behind her mother “ H-hi my name is Shiemi a-and i really like you suneater!” The small girl said , causing [ ] , Tamaki and her mom to smile “Why thank you Shiemi, i hope im a good hero for you” Tamaki responded as the little girl shook her head “The best! Youre so cool. A-and your wife is pretty like mama! I like you dress miss suneater” The girl said , causing [ ] to stutter as she sipped her water “O-oh why thank you Shiemi but Im-” before she could continue she saw her boyfriend give the woman and her daughter a wide smile “She is, inst she?” He said as he turned to [ ] , moving from his chair “Tama what are you-” [ ] asked again as he leaned to the little girls ear , then to the mothers as they both gave him a smile, the woman happily shaking her head as her daughter followed the hero. Confused, [ ] watched as he picked the little girl up, putting her atop of the bar table “Hey everyone! Suneater has an announcement!” she yelled as most people turned around or to the table in the middle of the room, watching and smiling at the energetic child and pro hero “In fact I do, [ ] would you mind standing?” Tamaki asked as she gave him a wide eyed look, standing as he gave her a smile, extending and hand to her as she joined his side

“H-hey guys , as you know um..this si my lovely girlfriend and partner [ ]” He started as she gave everyone in the room a wary smile, her face feeling hot as he continued “ Ive known her for years, and weve been dating for some of those, she's seen me through thick and thin, helped me out in a pinch and made me feel like the strongest man alive, well next to almight…” he whispered as some of the people laughed, more paying them attention “And through all of this….i could think of a more beautiful and right person to spend the rest of my life with” And with the the young child handed the now kneeling man a ring as some whooped and hollered, others recording as both [ ] and the girls mother had tears in their eyes “[ ] [ ], the love of my life, my butterfly, i couldnt think of a more beautiful person inside and out to be with, will you give me the honor and make me the happiest man on this earth to be my wife?” He asked as the ring was revealed, diamond glistening as his own tear filled eyes looked to hers. Thinking her voice would fail her she shook her head yes, causing the room to yell as she had her ring put on her finger , jumping to hug her standing fiance as they hugged and cried, video of the engagement spreading as he thought to himself ‘I can now have my family, my endless love with you my dear butterfly’

As their wedding came , all of their friends and family came, including the new found friends of the young Shiemi and her parents. The ceremony went though flawlessly, Shiemi being their flower girl as the newlyweds ran down the easel , heading for their limo as they herded for the reception. The family spoke on how happy they were from their marriage, friends giving their comments on how they knew the couple would get married as the couple laughed at some stories and comments about their relationship. The night ended with so much love and joy for the new couple, startint their life together\

Two years went by before valentines day came again, three years to the day he had proposed arrived. Happily and ready to celebrate Tamaki woke up to his wife missing, hearing her fumble in the bathroom. Heading to the room he was shocked to she her in a disarray , eyes foggy as she met his “Tama...i have a surprised” She said as her teras fell down her face. Confused and still a bit tired , he gave her a look as she handed him a blue and while stick. The word pregnant snapped him awake as more tears started to fall, handing him two and three more all with the same small but powerful word “Im..gonna be a dad?” He asked as she smiled, shaking her head as she hugged the trembling girl “T-tama i'm gonna be a mom..what if i'm not good enough…” She sobbed as he cooed her, kissing her lips as his tears fell with hers “You're gonna be great Butterfly, i promise, you're gonna be so so great” He said as his heart swelled feeling her lips against his ‘This...This is forever , a love i wished for...and i couldn't have asked for more of a way to live my life...i love you butterfly’

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #amajiki tamaki #tamaki amakiji x reader #pocuties 💕#pocuties collab

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TWICE Reaction: Wisdom Teeth

PAIRING: TWICE x Reader

REQUEST: can i request twice’s s/o getting their wisdom tooth out and being all cute and crazy not knowing what she is doing.

TAGS: Fluff

NOTES: This was really fun to write on! To whomever requested this one: thank you and sorry this took so long to get out!

WORD COUNT: 5,403

IM NAYEON

Nayeon sat in the waiting room, idly flipping through a couple of magazines. Every so often, she would check her watch, internally counting down the minutes before she could see you again. You should be finished at five o’clock. Of course, she’d come thirty minutes early just in case, since she was your ride home.

She stifled a laugh as soon as she saw that Dr. Choi had rolled you out of the surgery room. You looked like you were blackout drunk. “Y/N is still a little hazy from the laughing gas but they should be good to go in a couple of minutes. We suggest you keep them here until the laughing gas leaves their system completely.” She nodded quickly, affirming that you would indeed be staying here.

“I brought some energy drinks for her but I’d rather not have her spill it all over my car,” Nayeon joked lightly with the surgeon. He chuckled in agreement but quickly excused himself, claiming that he had another appointment to attend to. She politely waved him goodbye. As soon as she had heard the light click of the closed door, she turned around so she could take a proper look at you.

You had your eyes closed, and although it looked like you were sleeping, she wasn’t entirely sure that was the case. Logically, she knew that you were fine and that the doctors here at ‘Kim & Turne’ were Korea’s top-notch oral surgeons. However, that didn’t prevent the small pinch of panic from flowing through her system. She stomped down the impulse to call Dr. Choi back into the room, and instead opted for sitting down in the small metal fold-able chair beside you.

As soon as she had sat down, you suddenly sprung up like a maniac. Nayeon screamed out in surprise, her arms flailing beside her. “Y/N! What is wrong with you?!”

“Woogly boogly my booty,” you answered with a stern and serious expression. Nayeon sat in complete shock and disbelief. Suddenly, she exploded in laughter.

“What in the world are you talking about?” Instinctively, she reached for her camera. From the many years of living with Jeongyeon and Momo, she’s learned to just go with the flow and capture whatever you were saying so that she could use it as blackmail later down the road. Nayeon was a little sad that she wasn’t able to capture your first line, but at least now she’d be able to record the rest of it.

“You’re really pretty, are you dating anybody?” Your words were slurred together, almost as if you were a foreigner to the language. Swaying side to side, she noticed that you were starting to interest in your arms.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Are you dating my arms? My arms look pretty gnarly, I should’ve known it was a bad idea to make them my wingmen.”

She cackled at your response. Although she very much did enjoy your arms—as being wrapped around them was one of her favourite nighttime activities—she would not go as far as to say that she was dating your arms.

“Nope, not your arms. I found something much better.” She zoomed in to your gaping mouth. Your eyes were a little unfocused, but she found hints of disappointment and disbelief within them.

“How cold of you, you’re hurting their feelings! So cold, to break up with them right in front of me. So cold.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, mumbling nonsense in an attempt to comfort them.

“I think you’d be glad to know that you’re actually dating me,” she chuckled in amusement. You were being so ridiculous at the moment, but she also found your actions to be quite endearing.

“Oh great, I’m a homewrecker!” You broke free from your arms, extending them as far out in front of you as possible. Nayeon expertly dodged them. Again, years of training from avoiding Sana’s grabby hands. However, Nayeon didn’t have much experience when it came to you crying. Thus, she was absolutely bewildered when you looked up and you had tears streaming down your face.

“My arms have always been there for me. I can’t believe I just betrayed them like that! What kind of human am I?” Wailing in despair, you slumped back down onto the medical bed. Nayeon just stood there, not knowing what to do. Honestly, she found the entire conversation to be quite entertaining, but now that you were crying, she had no idea what to make of the situation.

“There, there,” she awkwardly patted your back, in the hopes that you would stop crying. At this point, she still had her camera pointed towards you, expecting you to surprise her with another one of your mood swings. But instead, you just lied there with your eyes closed.

Shaking her head in disbelief, but with a hint of fondness, she tilted the camera towards herself and said to the lenses, “You are never going on laughing gas again.”

YOO JEONGYEON

Jeongyeon was fully aware of the effects of nitrous oxide, aka laughing gas. That’s why she’s currently seated in the waiting room with a professional Canon EOS RP camera. She tried to convince Jihyo to be her “light person”, but unfortunately she declined, claiming that she was not going to get wrapped up in her shenanigans again.

Your relationship with Jeongyeon was quite a silly one. Neither of you were scared to make a fool of yourselves. Therefore, this lead to the creation of an album titled “HAHA”. It was filled to the brim with silly video clips of both of you. Admittedly, it wasn’t a very original name. However, in one of the earliest clips, Jeongyeon produced her signature ‘haha’ laugh. Except she then proceeded to choke on her rice cake.

She was cleaning her lens when the doctor informed her that you would be stationed at one of the private waiting rooms. They claimed you were being a little too energetic and proposed that she stayed there with you until the gas left your system entirely. She readily agreed and happily made her way to the room.

Jeongyeon had seen her fair share of laughing gas videos online, most of which consisted of hysterical laughing, inappropriate questions, and overall confusion. However, she was not expecting to see you flopping around on the medical bed in complete tears. She faintly debated filming you just because you looked like a fish on land, but ultimately decided that’d be a little mean.

Your eyes were bloodshot and you had small drops of snot leaking out of your nose. She immediately ran over to you, leaving her equipment by the door. “What’s wrong?”

“My legs are gone! They cut them off!” You were hiccuping and furiously wiping away at your traitorous tears.

“No, they’re not.” Jeongyeon deadpanned.

“Well then explain why I can’t walk!” You wailed as you sniffled angrily. Truthfully, Jeongyeon thought you looked like a small baby. In a way, it was kind of cute how upset you were. She sighed and tilted her head at you.

“Yes, you can. You just haven’t tried yet.” This seemed to provoke you even further.

“Yes, I have! Look.” You proceeded to throw yourself on the ground. She gasped in shock, scared that you might have hurt yourself. Before she could even process the situation, you began to flop around. Jeongyeon bent down and placed her hands on your arms in an attempt to try and calm you down.

“For the love of all that is holy, please stop moving.” She laughed as she tried to control your relentless squirming. Too busy enjoying the scene, she completely forgot about her camera. You were pouting, desperately trying to escape her hold.

Soon after, the sound of the door opening resonated throughout the room. Jeongyeon looked up to see a young lady enter the room. She was wearing scrubs and introduced herself. After hearing a lot of commotion from outside, she just wanted to come and check-in with you guys.

Before your girlfriend could reply, you looked up at the nurse, eyes crazed, and shouted, “Look! I’m as useless as Magikarp now. I’m a Magikarp! Mag-i-karp!”

There was a small pause. Suddenly, Jeongyeon and the nurse both burst out laughing. Both of them were so caught off guard by your sudden exclamation. Tears began to spring up in Jeongyeon’s eyes as she doubled over in laughter. Gosh, you were just too darn adorable. Right this moment, she decided that she was going to keep you forever.

The nurse propped her arms on a nearby counter in an attempt to stabilize herself before she collapsed in laughter. “Please tell me you got that on camera.”

“Oh shoot!”

HIRAI MOMO

Momo was already seated in the private patient waiting room. The doctors informed her that you would be wheeled into the room after the surgery and that she could either take you straight home or wait for the laughing gas to wear off. She decided that she would be taking you home straight away as you would likely be more comfortable there.

You got wheeled into the room looking absolutely dazed. Momo thought it was quite funny that you were sat in a wheelchair. She quickly thanked the assistant, grabbed the chair handles, and prepared to push you out of that center. However, before she could move, a plethora of incoherent mumbling flowed out of your mouth.

“Hm?” She bent down in an attempt to try and hear you better. Leaning over your shoulder, her eyes trained on your mouth as she tried to piece together what you were mumbling.

“I said I want kisses.” You turned your head up slightly, pouting as you tried to catch Momo’s lips in yours.

Momo’s face immediately flushed as she swiftly backed away. She stood up, back straight as a board, and pointedly avoided the assistant’s stare. A boisterous laugh echoed through the room.

“I’ll leave you guys alone.” The click of a closed-door helped to indicate to Momo that the assistant had left the room.

“I-I’m not too sure that’s a good idea. You just finished your surgery after all.”

A sharp whine escaped your throat and you begin to thrash around in your chair. Momo’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to stabilize the chair. But to her dismay, her hands fumbled and the wheelchair completely tipped over with you in it. Various pitched squeaks escaped her throat as she desperately ran over to check your body for injuries.

There you lied, completely motionless but still laughing like a maniac. Crouching down, she lightly scolded you for acting so carelessly. However, you just opened your arms up wide and tried to pull her into a hug. Momo was so caught off guard that before she knew it, she was lying on the ground with your arms wrapped around her torso. Her cheeks were stained red with embarrassment as you rocked her back and forth.

“I caught my prize,” you whispered into her ear, causing Momo to become flustered for a different reason.

“Oh yeah?” She patted your head, deciding to play along with you for now. However, she was only met with silence. Confused, she pulled away slightly so that she could look into your eyes. She doesn’t quite know what she was expecting but she definitely wasn’t expecting to see you looking back at her with the softest gaze ever. Speckles of love splashed across your irises, making Momo’s heart flutter uncharacteristically.

“Yeah.” You smiled dopily at her.

“And what’s the prize?” She whispered seductively into your ear, relaxing a little in your arms. If you were going to be so cute and cuddly, then she was going to enjoy it while it lasted. ‘Thank god we’re still in the post-surgery private room,’ Momo briefly thought.

“A big fried rice cake,” You replied, squeezing her even tighter in your grasp.

“Big?” Momo squeaked indignantly. That was not what she thought you were going to say.

“Indeedly so!”

“You’re sooo sleeping on the couch tonight!”

MINATOZAKI SANA

Sana drove over to the building at which you were currently undergoing surgery for your wisdom teeth. In theory, she would arrive right when you finished. She was your ride home since you wouldn’t be able to drive home yourself.

When she arrived at the clinic, they immediately directed her into a small white room after she checked in with the receptionist. After closing the heavy wooden door behind her, she quickly scanned the room for you whilst also taking note of the slick interior design.

There you were, situated on one of their hospital beds with a nurse gently holding your arm. She was mumbling something that Sana couldn’t quite make out, but it seemed to relax you. She huffed, a little annoyed because the nurse was a little too close for her liking. Clearing her throat with a sharp ‘ahem’, Sana stood by the front of the door, staring at the woman expectantly. The nurse quickly acknowledged Sana’s presence and politely stepped away from you.

After she explained that the gas would leave your system soon, she left the room in a hurry. Grateful for the privacy that the room allowed the two of you to have, she quickly stomped on over to you and started to inspect your face. There was slight bruising in your cheeks but nothing to be concerned about.

However, what was concerning was the fact that you had tears streaming down your cheeks. You looked up at her with a small pout and glistening eyes. She furrowed her brows in confusion and instantly situated herself in the remaining space on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“My dog is dead,” you mumbled dejectedly, voice filled to the brim with pain and sorrow. Sana, however, could only chuckle in amusement. She had no clue what you were going on about.

“Honey, you don’t have a dog.” She rubbed your back comfortingly, hoping to calm you down a little. Your only response was a cry of despair.

“Well, I don’t anymore! It’s dead!” You buried your face into her neck, weeping miserably. You clung onto her white shirt, soaking her shoulder with your heartfelt tears.

Sana thought you were being extremely adorable. She softened a little at how much you cared about your supposed ‘dead dog’. Honestly, it was a true reflection of how much of a loving and emotional person you were. She wrapped her arms around your torso and lightly rocked you back and forth. She never really knew how to comfort you with words when you were crying, but she was a master at physical contact.

Your sniffles resonated throughout the room, but you were finally starting to calm down a little. Sana’s hand cupped your cheek, bringing it away from her neck. You let out a small whine in protest but she just rolled her eyes. Giving you a quick peck on your forehead, she wiped away the remainders of your tears.

If Sana were, to be honest though, this whole situation was more than a little amusing to her. You didn’t even like dogs, you much preferred cats. She genuinely had no idea where you got your ‘dog’ from. She booped your nose lightly and giggled playfully when your eyes suddenly went hazy and unfocused.

Maybe she could have a little fun with this. Deciding to indulge your laughing gas antics, she softly asked, “What was your dog’s name?”

Once again, a couple of tears welled up in your eyes. When you jutted out your bottom lip, Sana, in turn, cooed at how adorably soft you looked. She reckoned she looked much of the same whenever she was around you though. Her love for you goes beyond plain-

“Her name was Sana.”

You got pushed off of the bed.

PARK JIHYO

She double-checked her bag before getting a manager to drive her over to the clinic. Jihyo didn’t trust herself to drive the car as she knew she would likely be spending the entire ride taking care of you. Thus, she got a manager to come with so that they could drive on the way home.

When she arrived, she immediately got led to the room that you were staying in. After your two-hour wisdom teeth surgery, they had placed you in a private post-surgery room with an assistant to watch over you until your girlfriend arrived. When she entered the room, the assistant left. On his way out, he reminded Jihyo to sign some papers at the front desk before leaving. Jihyo agreed readily to his request.

As soon as he was gone, she ran over to your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a hamburger on crack,” you replied groggily. Jihyo raised an eyebrow in confusion. Had the laughing gas not left your system yet?

“Do you think you can stand?” She placed a hand on your elbow, gently tugging it. This prompted you to slowly stand up.

“Do you think my legs ever get sad?” You whispered dejectedly as you directed a small pout towards Jihyo. She led you away from the bed, carefully thinking of a response in the meantime.

“No, I don’t think they do sweetie.”

“They carry me everywhere but I’ve never carried them!” You reasoned with Jihyo, panic flooding into your eyes at the thought. Bewildered, Jihyo looked back at you. She opened her mouth to tell you to stop being so ridiculous, but to her surprise, tears were falling from your eyes. Your bottom lip trembled as you anxiously played with your fingers.

“I’m a terrible human.”

“I don’t think it’s physically possible to...carry your legs.” Jihyo giggled, a little amused by your antics.

“I’ll never know until I try.” Your girlfriend let out a high pitched yelp as she watched you drop yourself onto the floor. In a desperate attempt to try and carry your legs, you hugged them close to your chest and started to shake your bum on the floor.

Jihyo laughed as a constipated look overtook your features. You were slowly scooching forward on the clinic’s dirty marble floor.

“Dear god this is embarrassing,” she grinned as Jihyo pulled out her iPhone. A true testimony to her impeccable idol skills, she somehow managed to capture some flattering angles—as flattering as one could look wiggling on the floor—of you. She quickly sent the 30-second clip to the TWICE group chat, thoroughly enjoying your small lapse of judgement due to the gas.

A couple of minutes later, although you were still a little woozy from the laughing gas, you did seem to be thinking a little clearer. The hazy look disappeared from your eyes as they did a small scan of the room.

“Why am I on the floor?” You asked Jihyo confused. All you got was a cheeky wink as laughter carried throughout the room.

MYOUI MINA

To be quite honest, Mina was a little terrified. She’s never taken care of someone post-surgery before and she was more than a little anxious that she wouldn’t do a good job. She had done plenty of research beforehand of all the foods you could and couldn’t have, as well as some special aftercare techniques to ensure you wouldn’t get an infection. By all means, she was completely prepared. However, she didn’t feel as though she was.

Mina had definitely seen her fair share of laugh gas videos online so she kind of knew what to expect. But when you got wheeled into the room, looking as hammered as can be, Mina began to freak out. The nurse quickly reassured her that yes, that was normal and that no, you would not look like that forever. She let out a sigh of relief. Truth be told, she much preferred your original face.

When the assistant left the room, Mina sat patiently, waiting for you to say something weird. She reasoned that she just had to let you do whatever you wanted to do and that there was no real way for her to stop you. She just prayed you wouldn’t reveal anything too...scandalous about your relationship. You also did not need to air out any dirty laundry either.

However, to her immense surprise, you just sat there staring at her with a look of wonder. “Y/N?” She whispered cautiously, careful not to set you off on a tangent although realistically she understood that that is not how laughing gas works.

“Can we cuddle? I miss you.” You responded in a tone that was just as gentle as the one Mina had used. She blinked twice, a little confused, but ultimately decided to grant your wishes. You rarely ever asked for physical affection, not to mention in such a careful and fragile voice.

She climbed onto the clinic bed, careful to not rock it too much. You didn’t seem to mind too much though as you hastily, and quite clumsily, made room for her to sit. As soon as she got herself situated on the bed, you wrapped your arms around her torso in a huge bear hug and pulled her down into a lying position.

A small puff of air escaped her lips due to her surprise but she quickly grew comfortable as the familiar scent of your laundry detergent filled her senses. From there on, you didn’t say much. You would periodically shift a little, burying your face into her neck, but aside from that, you didn’t say a thing.

A nice peaceful calm settled in the air. Mina let out a sigh of relief, secretly glad that she didn’t have to take care of a crazed version of you.

“I love you.” Your words were muffled against her sweater, but the meaning was not lost on Mina. She cooed slightly at how adorable you were being. You guys rarely said those three words, only saving them for special occasions. That way, it made them sound even more meaningful than usual.

She let out a small breathless chuckle, her cheeks red at the implication of your words. “I love you too.”

KIM DAHYUN

Did she look like a tourist with that huge camera bag swung across her chest? Yes. Did she look ridiculous? Also yes. As soon as Dahyun had arrived at the clinic, she requested to have a private post-surgery room. Of course, they complied with her wishes. After all, she was Kim Dahyun of Twice.

She had managed to drag one of the managers into the room with her. The manager was in charge of setting up the lights as she positioned the camera. Her experience of being an idol was coming into handy. Dahyun knew just how to get the perfect angle so that you would still look pretty, even if you were acting absolutely ridiculous.

A knock on the door shook Dahyun out of her concentrated stupor. “Please come in!”

When the employees helped you into the room, they were surprised to see such a professional set up. They were also surprised to see the manager sitting in the corner, panting from exhaustion. Dahyun shot them a disarming smile. Confused and slightly scared, they gently led you to the clinic bed before swiftly exiting the room.

Dahyun clapped her hands together in excitement. Now comes the fun part! However, much to her dismay, all you did was lie on the bed with your eyes closed. You weren’t acting like those people that she saw on YouTube. Dahyun pouted, a little disappointed that you were taking a big nap. At least you looked kind of cute with that big bandage wrapped around your head.

She smiled lovingly, albeit a bit defeated, and began to dismantle her camera and lights. Just as she turned off the camera, she heard you let out a small groan of pain. Her head snapped in your direction.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

You groaned again in response. Dahyun carefully set her camera on the ground before approaching you. When she arrived beside you, she noticed that you were holding your leg. Pain crossed your features as you mumbled a bunch of nonsensical phrases.

“What’s wrong?” Panic flowed through her veins as she desperately searched your body for wounds. Had the surgeons messed up? Before she could come to a conclusion, you suddenly shot up, completely dismissing your previous leg pain. Dahyun yelped as she jumped back in surprise. You stared at her, a serious expression crossing your features.

“I have the sexiest legs in this entire universe.”

Dahyun blinked twice.

“Huh?”

“My legs are sexier than Momos. My legs are so hot they could fry perfect sunny side eggs.” You then proceeded to place your index finger on your thigh as you made an unnaturally loud-sounding sizzle, all while looking very constipated.

Dahyun let out a boisterous laugh, completely caught off guard by your actions. She could even hear the manager laughing along with her.

“Yes, your legs are very hot,” She placated. However, instead of calming down like she thought you would, you began to pout even more. Crossing your arms around your chest, you turned yourself away from her.

“I bet you think Momo’s legs are hotter.”

My god, you were adorable. Dahyun stifled a laugh by cupping her hands around her mouth. “Sure sounds like someone’s jealous.”

“Of those dumbbell looking legs? Never.” You snorted, a little offended that she would ever insinuate otherwise. Dahyun let out a very amused laugh.

She was definitely going to tell Momo you said that.

SON CHAEYOUNG

Was she going to take advantage of your laughing gas situation? Yes. Was she going to paint your face and then take photos for blackmail? Also yes.

Chaeyoung happily collected her various brushes, as well as her colourful palette of paints, and gently placed them in an art bag. Soon, she would be departing from the dorms and on her way to the clinic. To her calculations, she should arrive as soon as you finished your wisdom teeth surgery.

“Maybe I could paint Y/N as Mona Lisa.” She adopted a thoughtful expression but quickly tossed that particular idea in the trash can. “Nah, I like the clown idea better.”

When she arrived, she noticed that she was receiving quite a few odd looks from the receptionists. Chaeyoung looked down at her bulging black bag. Now that she took a proper look at it, it did kind of look like a body bag. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Ah, just some outfits for my next photo-shoot,” She said. You know, like an absolute liar.

They nodded understandingly and seemed to quickly forget about her presence as they went back to work. Soon after, Chaeyoung was directed into a small white room with waxed wooden floors. They told her to wait here as they went to grab you. She bounced in her seat in excitement, mentally preparing herself to make you the prettiest clown in the entire universe.

You got wheeled in on a white bed, seemingly asleep. Chaeyoung grinned evilly as soon as the assistant had left the room. “Attack!” She screamed her battle cry before whipping out her brushes.

She made quick work of the paint, mixing various colours expertly to get just the right shade of red. Truth be told, she was a little skeptical as to why you were not waking up. However, she got so caught up in her work, she quickly forgot about it.

A couple of minutes in, she had already successfully, although a little messily, painted the white around your eyes and lips. She also managed to finish the red nose and cheeks. All in all, she was pretty proud of herself. In-between sessions, she would take photos of you from various angles. When she took a quick step back, she realized you looked absolutely comical.

Laughing in amusement, she decided to stop there and just let you wake up naturally. Washing her brushes in the nearby sink, she eyed you carefully, excited to see what you would do after you woke up.

When you eventually did wake up, you stared at her groggily, confusion contorting your facial features. Chaeyoung stifled a laugh. The clown makeup was truly spectacular. Dare she say it was her best work yet.

It was time for the reveal. Chaeyoung opened her phone camera and directed it to your face. At first, you were extremely surprised by the sight. However, you didn’t say anything. You just touched your face gently, pinching and stretching your skin. She chuckled at how adorably confused you looked.

“I guess the laughing gas still hasn’t left your system yet,” Chaeyoung deducted.

“Chae?” You mumbled, a little disoriented. She hummed playfully, happily awaiting for your response. She desperately wanted to hear your thoughts. You looked up at her in amazement, eyes full of wonder. “The plastic surgery was a complete success. I look gorgeous.”

Chaeyoung doubled over in laughter, hitting her head on the bed in the process.

Sure, she later ended up in the ER, diagnosed with a slight concussion. And on top of that, after the laughing gas left your system and you realized what Chaeyoung had done, you started to ignore her, despite her best efforts to cheer you up.

However, it was all worth it in the end because she really did get some amazing blackmail photos.

CHOU TZUYU

Tzuyu, despite her member’s constant reassurance, was still a little scared about having to take care of you. She’s never had any of her friends or family members have surgery. And the time that Jihyo had received her knee surgery, Tzuyu wasn’t even around her. Jihyo had stayed home with her parents, absent from all of their scheduled activities.

She nervously played with her fingers, patiently awaiting your arrival. When you finally did arrive in the post-surgery room, she was so stunned by the immediate bruising of your cheeks, she had barely paid any attention to what the assistant had told her.

When she realized that she had zoned out, she sheepishly asked the employee to repeat it. They smiled kindly before quickly giving her a small summary of what they said before leaving the room.

According to the assistant, you were to stay there until all of the laughing gas had left your system. You might say or do weird things, but that was all normal. Tzuyu pulled out her phone and quickly set her timer for ten minutes. That should be enough time for the effects to wear off. She sat ramrod straight, a little awkward and unsure of what to do next.

However, when you groaned in apparent pain, she immediately rushed to your side. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” She grabbed your hands, hoping some physical contact would help comfort you.

“My tummy.” That was not the answer she was expecting.

“Your stomach?” She asked bewildered. You just had a wisdom teeth surgery, there was absolutely no reason for your stomach to be hurting. She patted your stomach lightly whilst staring at your face, trying to pinpoint where exactly the pain was coming from.

Another small groan left your throat as she apparently touched a sore spot just above your belly button. Tzuyu was definitely panicking by now. Her eyes shot back and forth as she scanned the rest of your body. What had they done to you?

“You fill my tummy with butterflies.” You grinned cheekily at her, any supposed pain was quickly forgotten. She gaped at your words, unsure of what to say. Tzuyu’s cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree, the redness quickly reaching the tips of your ears. There was no reason to be so nervous, she reasoned with herself.

Dear god, you were being adorable. Even under the influence of laughing gas, you were still a smooth talker. She giggled as the sudden invasive feeling of being a high school student with a crush filled her system. She felt oddly flattered and more than little flustered. Her eyes softened as her entire body relaxed.

However, your expression quickly suddenly turned serious. “I’d appreciate it if you could stop though. I need that room for food.”

Tzuyu burst out in laughter, completely caught off guard by your sudden change in demeanour. Yup, there was no reason to be nervous after all.

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porschekittisawasds · 5 years ago

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so basically since she always feels like she has to take care of people, buck is just too much to care for.... okay. i’m real upset and i need someone to not feel like taking care of buck is a burden because that boy cares so much about everyone and feels entirely too alone as a result, i’m PISSED

yeah i don’t really like how that whole conversation went down. it was basically all explanation and no real apology.

i think the fundamental problem with their relationship was that for abby, buck was an escape. he was sweet and cute and fun and he made her forget about all the shit she was having to deal with. i don’t think her feelings for him were ever all that serious, even if they were genuine. it was the complete opposite for buck. that was his first real relationship. she was the first person for him that made settling down seem worth it. his feelings for her were very serious, which is why he held onto hope so long when pretty much everyone else knew she wasn’t coming back.

i also think that buck thinks he owes abby in a way. like she’s the reason why he matured, became a better person, etc etc. for the record i think that is COMPLETE bullshit. buck was always a good person. abby certainly helped nurture all those good qualities he already had, but so did the rest of the team. i don’t think meeting abby was the catalyst for buck maturing. i think it was losing that guy on the roller coaster. it was the first time he lost someone, the first time he realized that this job is more than doing cool shit and being a hero. there’s a big shift in buck’s behavior after that and while abby did play a part, she wasn’t what started him down that path of character development.

im glad that buck was visibly angry with her and didn’t just swallow his hurt and forgive her. regardless of whether she thought he knew the relationship was over or whether she thought it was even serious to begin with, buck held onto hope for a long time and was ultimately very hurt by her. that deserves an apology. i think her explanation made sense and i understand why she didn’t want to come back, but she used a LOT of “i” statements in what i thought was going to be an apology. unless she’s going to pop back up in future episodes and they’re going to talk more about what went down, i think it was a very shitty note to end their relationship on. i’ve always been a fan of abby overall but i honestly i like her a little less after this episode.

#ask #anonymous #im sooooo sick of people being shitty to buck #evan buckley #911 fox #911 spoilers

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balizardsnakething · 4 years ago

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TW DRAMA AND ME ACTING ON MY EMOTIONS CAUSE OF THIS POST

Granted I did post this after sending her an apology and I’m glad I now have official confirmation that she has seen said apology. The very fact that I have sent an apology means that I had got over the situation and just didn’t care about it anymore. I also tagged @toomanyfamdom because we thought it was ✨funny✨ and have gotten over the situation (unlike some).

It should also be noted that I haven’t had any contact with Maddy since everything that happened and at least had the decency to send an apology and move on. Also, for the record, I had nothing to do with that list of toxicity. That list was put together and shown to me by my friends. I then continued to FORWARD THE SAME MESSAGE to Maddy because I disagreed with the list.

Let’s see, shall we? Up first on the list of hell that I had nothing to do with (and disagree with) there is... “inconsiderate of time zones and peoples family life.” This eventually turned out to be accurate, not just for me but for many others. Madison would organise events like DnD games at UNGODLY hours in the morning (because she is in American time zones) and when us British people were unable to turn up she would kick them from the game and then proceed to shame their character for an hour. Granted her uncle did pass (im very sorry for your loss), but that had nothing to do with anything. Many of us (including myself) helped Maddy and were there for her, and I have plenty of messages to prove it.

ANOTHER thing to do with time is when I was added to one of the greatest Instagram group chats in the world! However, my sleep was abruptly ruined when Maddy group-called the chat at 4am because she wanted to play Minecraft with a friend. Please direct call next time... thanks.

Whilst on the subject of time family life, one of the most memorable things this girl did was shame me and attack me on one of the discord servers we were both on. What made this even worse was that I had an audition for a London West End theatre school which had the power to change my LIFE. And Maddy knew this and also knew that it was worrying me and that I was extremely stressed about it. You may say ‘oh, it's just a coincidence’. If you believe that please explain why said post tagged everyone and was posted 5 mins before my audition. Maddy knew this would stress me out, I spoke about the audition and my ability to read into things many times before and she knew this would get to me! A lot of the things Maddy did were petty shit, but then again, that’s who she is.

Next up is... “shows blatant favouritism.” Well, it’s no surprise Maddy has so many friends! But which ones does she actually care about? My friends and I witness this first hand on many occasions, one of which being another DnD game where she was the dungeon master. Maddy made the turn order by (and I quote’, “the order is in who I love the most.” This caused some of us to feel a little uncomfortable, but we continued until Maddy put each character on a path to different destinations and explained which each path was. By the time it got to me, my dyspraxia/dyslexia couldn't hold the information, and I asked Maddy to explain them all again. Maddy agreed and but then ended with, “You just used up you go, Charley.” I was so confused! Apparently, explanations waste a turn??? But this was fine by me until Maddy explained the destinations to another player, but this time, she let them choose where they wanted to go instead of keeping them on the bench, awaiting their turn. Maddy would also allow people to have longer goes/round claiming that there was more to their story. My turn would be around 2mins where someone else would be 5. Again, petty shit which still happens to make people upset.

Note: It was not just me who felt this way! Many others slid into my dms because they felt upset with how Maddy treated others but not themselves.

Up next is, “making your best friend feel like shit for making a joke”. Another reminder, this list wasn’t written by me, it was written by my friend who was watching from the outside. And this is very true. I would often make jokes with people about Donald Trump and America because their laws and president (not anymore) were stupid. This always seemed to annoy Maddy and hurt her feelings. I would often make a throwaway comment but end up feeling bad about it because Maddy would leave the call. I always felt like I was walking on thin ice with her because if I said something even remotely controversial, she would not speak to me and leave the call. This really hurt me because I cared about my friends a heck of a lot and never wanted to ruin any relationships with them. I would send countless messages to Maddy, apologising and crying to her, telling her not to be mad at me. THAT 👏🏻 IS 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 TOXIC 👏🏻 RELATIONSHIP 👏🏻 One joke shouldn’t be the be-all and end-all of a friendship,, but that is what It always felt like! Also, Maddy never specified it was a trigger until recently, and even after she did say it was a trigger, I held back so she could feel comfortable.

The final thing is: “made you feel bad for your emotions.” Madison needs to learn that EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT and that people deal with things in different ways. Not everyone is smart, sensitive or skinny like she is. Whenever anyone hurt my friends, I would lash out and act upon my emotions because I didn’t know what else to do. This is something Maddy heavily criticised me for and something that eventually resulted in me listening to high-frequency sounds so I could get rid of my emotions and feel numb. My logic was that I didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again by jumping the gun and acting upon emotion. But thanks to others, I was pulled out of that loop, and I’ve learnt to use logic and reason as well as emotion.

As for “breaking my heart”. Yes. Our friendship ending did hurt me, a lot. Just like everything with you, it is very one-sided. I was reaching out, listening and trying to help Maddy repair relationships with people whom she’d hurt. We both said equally bad things which made the ‘relationship’ toxic, and I would just like to point out that the name, ‘evil Maddy’ is cringe and I’m ashamed I was ever friends with you considering you used that in a callout post. /hj

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Sarcasm aside, ima be real here because I am not afraid to tell my side of the story. So, @ thenameisnoone / Maddy. Here is a long-ass response to the post you made about me. xx

Look, I’m not going to call you out or use Politics_notmything to cancel you because I’m not like that. I’m an actual good person who really tried with Maddy and dis my best to change myself to make her feel comfortable. I left a group chat with all my friends for a week and blamed it on ‘family issues’ because I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. I made an entire Birthday PowerPoint for her, which included some of my best and favourite bootlegs. I made a genuine effort, but Maddy didn't really do anything else but tell me to “calm down” or “not throw everything away and give in to anger or despair and calm down until you can think rationally and make a logical decision”.

And I’m glad I actually saw this because this is a classic Maddy move. She argues with people, builds up a situation then removes/blocks them, so they cant see everything she’s saying about them (i have proof of this from a server im in.) It has happened before, and she manipulated people into believing her side of the story.

“I am allowed to block people who lie to me about serious topics even though they have trust issues which makes them unable, to tell the truth, if it hurts them. I am allowed to talk to people who blow up on me before hearing my side of things where they would have realised what they thought is wrong even though I dont get back to people until 3am and decide to leave them on delivered/read for days at a time when I am happily talking in other servers. I am allowed to block people who accuse me of shit-talking them with my friends who I introduced them to (and I never do that) when I have only defended them and said friends genuinely were being nice to them even if they have proof. I am allowed to block people. Period.” - Maddy

And I’m not saying Maddy isn't allowed to block people. It’s a free world. Im just defending myself :)

Granted, Maddy did defend me and say that this situation shouldn’t change anyone opinions on me, and I can say the same. Just because I had a terrible experience with Maddy, doesn’t mean she is a bad person and I encourage anyone online who loves women’s’ history and WATT to befriend her.

But being honest, she did also call me a bitch on a Tumblr callout post, so I had to come and write this all down for safekeeping and reblogging purposes. Im not a bitch, and that is why I’m not using my following to cancel her. But anyway, we both had some shit experiences with each other so you can read this and make up your own mind even though I did back her up with the previous call-out post, sent her my support, apologised and didn’t block her when she was at a bad time in her life or when she needed help. If anyone has a problem with me posting this, please contact me via DM.

Sorry, not sorry ‘bout what I said. I’m just tired of your petty shit.

#it was supposed to be a joke #u took it too far #like u always do #please just move on #your causing so much unnecessary drama #no offence #but this is just stupid #also dont presume in not gonna find out #can we also talk about how #i destroyed my mental health for u #cos u wanted someone to spy for u #cos u were once again #BEING PETTY #also florida sucks #i just thought id mention #make sure ya'll vote biden next time

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just-my-fandom · 6 years ago

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Rewrite! SOTB (Peter Parker x Stark! Reader)

Original

Request; hi bub, remember that imagine you did with peter as your boyfriend and tony as your dad, when you almost die? (Stayed On The Bus) but like you survived and all, how about uhm a redo of that but like she actually dies, i'm sorry hahaha i love angst so much

Note; The beginning of this story is EXACTLY THE SAME as the original!! So please do not @ me that its the same because I KNOW

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“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?”

The tickle of your hair on your face drags you from your unconsciousness, face twisting in pain at the sharp daggers in your side,

“Hey,” A voice drags out softly, soothing you when you emit a whimper, “Hey, I’m right here, it’s Peter,”

A hand from the voice cups the back of your head, resting in against their chest so you could hear their thudding heart beat,

You let your eyelids pull open, taking in a deep breath and exhaling sharply at the burns,

“Peter?” You question, hand clutching at the suit holding onto you and eyes searching for the voice, “Peter,”

“I’m right here,” The superhero tugs off his mask, brown eyes meeting yours to reveal harsh tears, “Im right here Y/N I promise,”

“It hurts,” You release a soft sob, Peter brushing hair from your eye’s to cup the side of your face, holding it close to his,

“I know,” He breathes out a trembling breath, “M-Mr. Stark will be here soon, he’s going to help you,”

You shake your head, feeling the tear that slid down Peters cheek fall onto yours, “Dad can’t help me,”

“Don’t say that,” Peter swallows, rocking you slowly to ease you, “Its going to be okay, we’ll go back home and we’ll be with Ned and MJ again,”

“We should have stayed on the bus,” You crack a smile, Peter breaking a laugh and leaning down, allowing his lips to press roughly to yours in what he didnt know was your last kiss,

“Kid!” Tony lands on his feet yards away from the two teenagers, Rhodey following quick behind,

“Mr. Stark,” Peter looks up at the man in the armor, “She needs help,”

“Karen, check vitals,” Tony kneels down at your other side, hand at the wound,

“She is suffering from blood loss, a minor conscusion, a broken wrist, and needs to seek immediate hospitality,”

Tony glances to the side, cursing beneath his breath, “We can’t just walk into a hospital in our armor,”

“Mr. St-stark? She’s not waking up,” Peters panicked and red brimmed eye’s look up at Tony, tightening around you, “You have to help her, please, I can’t lose her too, Mr. Stark, I just can’t,”

“Kid,” Tony alerts firmly, eyes sharp, “I’m going to need you to remain calm, for my daughter. You understand? We’re going to take her back to my house and aid her there. But you have to go home and tell May you’re safe,”

“And leave her?” Peter stammers, a tear falling down his chin, “She risked her life for us, I-I’ll call May, tell her Im okay,”

“May needs to see you in person, Peter,” Tony growls, “I know you’re upset, but you need to trust me,”

“Okay,” Peter exhales deeply, slowly letting Tony pull you up bridal style,

“I’ll send you the address to my house,” Tony nods once, “She’ll be okay, kid,”

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"You lied to me!"

Steves hands come to the front of Peters chest, holding him back far away enough from Tony to give Tony space,

"You said she'd be okay, you promised!"

Tony looks up to meet Peters blood shot eye's, his own glistening as he curled his fists,

"Kid," He pleas, flinching slightly when Peter throws a hand in front of him, pointing his finger,

"Dont call me that," Peter orders lowly, chest heaving of an ungoing panic attack, "Dont ever call me that again. I trusted you. I went to see Aunt May because I thought Y/N was taken care of but instead she's gone,"

"She lost too much blood," Steve tries to explain, heart cracking at his goddaughters boyfriend, "We weren't able to get blood back into her in time,"

"You didnt try hard enough," Peter glares upwards at Steve, face falling instantly as tears continued to fall, "We should have stayed on the god damn bus,"

"She recorded something for you," Tony exhales, Peter looking over at his boss, "You'll need to see it,"

. . .

"Is this on?" The blue hologram of the female Stark leans forward, tapping the camera to Tonys helmet,

"Yes it's on now dont scratch it," Tonys voice replies gruffly behind the helmet, and you grin at him off camera, before looking back at the helmet,

"Okay, well," You sigh, and rest your arms on the back of the kitchen chair you sat in, "Hey, Peter. I know at the moment you're in some kind of dimension thing, but, we think we found a way to bring you back,"

Your gaze drifts off camera, eyes falling shut,

"Im recording this in case something happens," You shrug, and Peter realizes you're in pajamas and the clock behind you read almost two in the morning,

You and Tony never slept when you realized you could bring your family back,

"Thanos no longer has the stones. According to him they vanished after he snapped his fingers. But we can bring the stone backs and bring you back. Hopefully you'll see this video because we did it," A smile tugs at your lips,

"Im willing to die to bring everyone back. My fathers a hero, and its my turn to be one, too. Please dont be mad at me if something does happen to me, because I wanted it to happen. Maybe we should have stayed on the bus,"

You rest your chin on your hand, sniffling softly, "Okay. Im done," You push off the chair, walking up to the helmet and before you turn it off, you lean down to look into the camera, "I love you Peter," and the camers clicks,

Peter blinks his eyes slowly. Tears slipped down his cheeks, but his hands couldnt move to wipe them away

Peter inhales a shaken breath, leaning back in his seat and directing his eyes to stare at his mask resting on his knee,

"Dad, let me see the camera, please,"

Peter looks up, eyes wide. Its you, again,

The camera shifts from Tonys face to yours, your face pale and the beeping of the heart monitor made you squint to indicate your headache,

"Hey Peter," You smile warmly, coughing into your hand, "We did it,"

Tony and Steve glance at each other, Steve patting his shoulder and directing him into the hallway,

"I think this really is the end," Your voice is weak, lower than when he held you on the battlefield, "I dont think Im going to survive this one Pete,"

You inhale deeply, looking off the camera then back, "Please dont be mad at me," A sob breaks through and Tonys hand comes to view, but You stop him from taking the helmet with the camera, "I did this for everyone. We got everyone back. Uncle Clint has his wife and kids back, the raccoon has his galaxy family, I got you back,"

"Tell Ned and MJ im sorry," A tear slides down your jaw, "I'm loosing a lot of blood and only medicine is keeping me awake," You inhale deeply, "I'm glad you got to see your Aunt May again, but I wish you were here with me Peter,"

Another deep breath, "You got to move on after I'm gone Peter. Please. You moved on from Liz so you can move on from me too. I-I believe in you,"

You sniffle, and shake your head, "I love you so much Peter, please dont be mad at Dad either, he tried, so so hard,"

You set the helmet in your lap, hands coming to press to your face and the camera lifts up when Tony sinks into the bed beside you to pull you into his embrace,

"Im sorry dad," Peter seems to make out, and your arms slide to Tonys back, "Im so sorry,"

Tony wraps his arms strongly around you, and the video cuts off. Peter leans forward so his head rested in his hands, and he grips at his hair tightly,

He was beyond pissed with Tony, but you didnt want him to. He was still stuck on you, but you wanted him to move on. He was mad at you, mad at Thanos, mad at the people who let a God damn teenage girl risk her life, but you didnt want him to be,

So he forgave Tony. He moved on, in time. He forgave you, he was still mad at Thanos, but he forgave the people because they all knew you were doing what you loved,

Being a hero

#peter parker x stark reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x sister reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #tonyxpeter #avengers endgame #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers

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emybain · 6 years ago

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After Archenemies 2/?

A sister has decided to continue whatever this is. I have loose plans for this, and idk how good it is bc im not dedicating as much time to it as my own personal projects. im just doing this for fun, so I hope y’all enjoy! Here is the link to the first part! and here is a link to a one shot I wrote that is literally all fluff

“Nightmare tried to save you?” Oscar’s eyes bulged. “The chick took down Frostbite’s entire team and neutralized all of them except for Stingray. Not to mention that she’s an Anarchist, you know, the worst enemy of the Renegades.” He raised a finger. “Also, side note, how the hell did she come into possession of Agent N? That stuff hasn't even been revealed to the public yet.”

“I stole Genissa’s powers,” Max reminded them, glaring. “But Nightmare made her do it. She knocked her out when Genissa refused to give her powers to me to help me.”

“But why?” Adrian muttered. “Max, Ace told me in the catacombs that Nightmare is his niece." Adrian saw Ruby nod in agreement from beside him. “Clearly, she knows who you are and what you can do. That means she must know that it was you who took Ace Anarchy’s powers from him ten years ago. If anything, she would want revenge on you the most.” His voice had dropped so low that he wondered if the others could comprehend his words. It stung, how Nightmare could have such motives against an innocent kid, but it was the truth. The fact that, according to Max, she had tried to save him was unfathomable.

“I don’t know.” Max shrugged feebly, although there was a hesitation to his voice, as though he was hiding something. Adrian bit the inside of his cheek. “That’s just what I can remember.” His eyes became droopy suddenly, and he leaned back against the pillows.

“We should go,” Ruby piped up, offering a smile. She grabbed both Oscar and Adrian by their arms. Adrian notice Oscar jolt at the contact. “Max is still recovering, and he needs his rest.” When Max started to protest, she tsked. “Nope. We actually have to go...fill out some forms. And with Danna still in swarm mode, we have to help her. C’mon, guys.” It was a lame excuse, but she tugged at Adrian and Oscar, who followed her. They all chorused a goodbye to Max, who returned it with a grumpy voice.

“The more we learn about this chick, the more confused I get,” Oscar muttered once they were out of earshot of Max’s quarantine. “Not to mention that she seems to have a lot against your family, Adrian. I mean, first with your dad, then that thing about your mom, then your own little rivalry, and now Max.” Oscar shook his head.

“Very strange,” Ruby agreed. The three of them paused at the elevator. Oscar pressed the down button. “And what Oscar said earlier brings up a whole new mystery: How does she have Agent N?”

Adrian was quiet, even as they stepped into the elevator. Finally, he spoke, once the elevator started moving. “She’s immune to Max as well, like she knew about his powers.” A thought moved to the front of his brain. A terrible, horrible, but believable thought. One that sent a chill down his arms. One look at Ruby and Oscar told him that they must have been thinking the same thing.

“I think Nightmare is a Renegade.”

“Nightmare? A Renegade?” Simon shook his head in disbelief as he added seasoning to the pot in front of him, filled with chili. Hugh, who was assembling a salad, barked out a laugh.

“Out of all your theories, that’s my favorite one,” he said, mixing in a vinaigrette. Upon seeing Adrian’s unamused visage, however, the grin plastered on his face disappeared. He cleared his throat. “Adrian, the probability of that is slim. The system looks into every single record of every Renegade, and fingerprints are taken to ensure that they aren’t in our list of criminals before trials. None of the fingerprints or records match up with Nightmare.”

Adrian resisted the urge to groan. He tapped his fingers against the countertop restlessly. “She’s Ace Anarchy’s niece,” which got him a knowing nod. This information had been brought to them immediately following Ace Anarchy’s arrest. “Which means,” Adrian continued, frustrated, “that someone with blood relations to him could be in the system, right?”

His dads exchanged glances. Never a good sign. Simon was the one to speak. “We would have been notified long ago if that was the case, and she would be in our custody.”

“Also,” Hugh added, holding a finger up, ”Ace Anarchy has no known living family. From our records, his parents passed away years ago, he never married, and his only brother and his family is dead, killed during the Age of Anarchy. Nightmare may be working for him, but it is highly unlikely that she is his blood related niece. It’s more likely that he took her in and she called him uncle.”

“How do you know all of that?” Adrian’s eyebrows shot up, and he perked up in interest. This was new to him. Maybe something he could use for investigation.

“You have to know your enemy.” Hugh shrugged simply.

“Okay...then how do you explain how she was able to use gas bombs filled with Agent N to take out Frostbite’s team?” Adrian pressed, leaning on the counter. “The public doesn’t know about it yet, so how does she? And Max. She was immune to Max, right? How do you explain that if Max’s power is confidential?”

Hugh started taking out bowls and silverware and glasses for the three of them. He sighed. “We’ve been discussing that with the Council, actually. Adrian, listen, after everything she did that night, she’s at the top of our wanted list. We’re doing everything we can to catch her. We want her brought to justice just as much as you, but we have to do it the right way. This is our job to worry about, not yours.”

“Max said Nightmare tried to save his life,” Adrian said suddenly, sitting up straight. Simon paused his stirring; Hugh paused from arranging the table.

“What?” Simon raised an eyebrow, blinking.

“Nightmare tried to save Max,” Adrian slowly repeated.

“That’s...very hard to believe, Adrian.” Hugh stroked his chin in contemplation. “Even coming from Max. He’s been drugged up for two weeks now on medication. You can’t trust everything he says. Just last week he told me that the color yellow tastes like chicken.”

“He was pretty awake today.” Adrian shrugged, not sure what to do. They had a point. He just wanted to be right. “He also said that it was Frostbite who stabbed him. It was on accident, of course.”

“That’s a very serious accusation.” Simon turned off the stove. “Unfortunately, we have no surveillance footage of that night, or we would have evidence. Genissa Clark is in no mental state to be questioned right now, nor are the rest of her team. They are very upset and shaken from their fight with Nightmare. It would be disrespectful to harass them with questions.”

“I know,” Adrian grumbled. Genissa’s entire team was currently in bi weekly therapy sessions after the aftermath of the night of the gala. Their fates had yet to be decided by the council: whether or not they could still be Renegades despite all but one having been stripped of their powers. Adrian knew that it was horrible that they were neutralized, but secretly, he was glad they were no longer prodigies. None of them deserved the title of Renegade, especially after they killed Hawthorne and put it on the Sentinel, Adrian’s secret alias.

“Now, as for the Nightmare Being a Renegade conspiracy theory.” Hugh leaned back against the sink, arms crossed. Adrian could tell that his dad wanted to end the conversation. “It is highly impossible that Nightmare has gotten through the system and is a Renegade. We can’t answer all of your questions right now though, Adrian, because we are as stumped as you. We do know, however, that she is very dangerous and cannot be underestimated, especially with the knowledge that she is connected to Ace Anarchy on more than an ally level, that perhaps he was her mentor.”

“We made the mistake of not prioritizing her before, and we won’t make the same mistake twice,” Simon added, nodding as he poured hot chili into three bowls.

“You were so sure about the helmet, and look what happened.” Adrian waved a hand in front of him, growing annoyed with his dads, as much as he hated it. “Nightmare was able to break the box and take the helmet. Yet another mystery.”

Both of his dads sighed. Adrian could feel the frustration and tension on both sides. “Adrian, you need to be able to trust that we are handling the situation.” When Adrian opened his mouth to protest, Simon shushed him. “Neither of us want to hear anything more about Nightmare tonight, understand? You need to let it go.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Adrian grumbled out a “yes”. He kept his mouth shut through dinner, letting his dads talk about their day and about the latest TV show they were watching.

Adrian wasn’t going to talk about Nightmare anymore, but he had an investigation he needed to start.

#this is basically book 3 #archenemies spoilers #archenemies #renegades #anarchists #idk what im doing #or getting myself into #this is a mess #send help #im sorry

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kpopchangedme · 6 years ago

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Starboy IV: The Quack Doctor

It’s simply by happenstance that you meet the cutest Resident of Traditional Korean Medicine on campus; Park Jinyoung.

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Protagonists: Im Jaebum & you / Park Jinyoung

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: SFW – University!au – Baseball – Romance – *socially offensive language* – Mini-Series

Lysandre’s note: JINYOUNG IS FINALLY HERE. You’ve been warned. Links are broken to try to beat Tumblr at its own game, but fret not they’re still in my bio so the other parts are easy to find.

Three weeks.

The first one left you feeling like shit, which is weird because you don’t care about Jaebum – not at all. It’s probably just because you hate being yelled at; hate the idea of upsetting anyone. Although, you weren’t really the one who upset him. Thinking back to that night – overthinking – made you realize he was just drunk and mad. Not really at you, but rather at the situation and you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or he was just scared...

That’s why you’re so angry at him the second week. Who the fuck does he think he is to yell at you like that when you were just offering help? Over a fucking broken pint of beer?

You hope he bursts his pitching shoulder… Still, by the second Thursday, you surprise yourself by researching the Tommy John Surgery on internet, feeling guilty about the negative energy you’ve been sending Jaebum’s way.

Now, it’s the third week and you realized that you don’t care. You learned a lot through this experience. The next time you’ll need a quick fix, you’ll make sure to choose somebody without anger issues and most importantly... Somebody that nobody ever talks about...

“– amazing season! Their best in 15 years, all the rookies are amazing.”

You take a bite of your sandwich, silently listening to your colleague talk to his friend and feeling like blowing your own head off. Why did you have to get stuck with people obsessed with baseball? Why not hockey or water polo, actual entertaining sports.

“Important MLB teams already want him, but he insists on graduating from here because of his family and studies, isn’t that crazy?” You roll your eyes; yeah sure.

His friend chirps in. “What’s his nickname… It’s something cocky and–”

“Starboy”, you answer morosely, causing both men to stare at you. “Everyone calls him Starboy.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Your colleague Chansung claps, somehow proud that you know this much. “I didn’t know you followed baseball y/n!” You’re about to say you really, really don’t, but he goes on: “Do you know why? His fastballs are a-ma-zing and he’s just a rookie. He has been recorded at over 95 mph so far! Crazy, right? That’s why they say he’s shooting stars!” You choke on a piece of turkey from your sandwich, but your senior doesn’t stop, simply sliding your glass of water closer.

Hell.

Guess Jaebum’s shoulder is doing damn fine.

“Starboy… Shooting stars. Get it?”

Chansung chuckles, amused and you wonder if you should’ve taken the time to ask Jaebum this at any point. He did cockily proclaim he was the pitcher to know, but you never asked him what the nickname stood for. You just assumed it was because he was the star of the team or something. He was right that night, you really don’t know anything about him.

Wasn’t it the whole point of having sex that way though; no strings, no questions & no small talk? It’s not like you were ever on friendly terms, still...

“Do you guys know... What’s his name?” Chansung’s eyes almost pop out of his head at your random question. “That guy’s full name.”

“Im – Im Jaebum, why?”

“Just…” Im Jaebum, it feels like you should’ve known. “People always call him by that pompous moniker.”

He frowns at your underlying disdain for his favourite player before turning to his friend again. “Wanna hear something even crazier, Taek? He’s a leftie – well, for four-seams at least – I mean, the boy is ambidextrous. He mostly uses his left when he plays, but sometimes pitches with his right too.” You frown, trying to conjure up that night. What hand dropped the pint again? Was it his left hand or his r– A timid knock on the door of the clinic interrupts your train of thoughts, and you jump to your feet, aware it’s for you. Well, kind of. It’s not like Dr. Tran ever made it to the clinic for any of his appointments anymore.

“Hi y/n!” Yugyeom calls, peeking inside just on time. The young batter smiles when he meets your eyes. “Oh no, I’m interrupting your lunch!”

“Hi, don’t worry it’s fine, I was done!” You gladly leave Chansung and his friend Taekwoon alone, opening the way. “Have you been doing your exercises thoroughly?” You guide the patient through the short corridor of the clinic, only noticing another man following when you get inside your boss’ office.

“Yes, I promised I would!” The man-boy answers with an overly serious tone making you smile. “Are you also in charge of my last appointment? I thought I’d be finally dealing with the mythic doctor, but I’m glad it’s you.”

“Yes, he’s out of town again, unfortunately.” You purse your lips at the cover-up lie, getting Yugyeom’s rehabilitation papers, already on the desk.

Dr. Tran, the clinic supervisor, hasn’t been reliable ever since his divorce has been finalized, last year. He’s often drunk in the middle of the day and never picks up the phone. He’s probably still in bed even if it’s the afternoon, you and Chansung have been covering for him for months.

“If I sign your papers, you’ll be good to go, Yugyeom…” You smile, trying to hide your discomfort at his innocent questioning of your boss’ absence and flip his file open. “But you should also keep doing the exercises I gave you. It’ll help to reinforce your wrists and forearms to prevent future injuries.” Nodding, the young player takes his familiar chair across you, on the same side of the desk, and you lean closer to examine his wrist. You don’t spare a look the tall and silent stranger’s way when you address him. You hate being observed by a third-party when you work, especially when you’re covering for someone. “Are you here for a consultation? You should go and meet my senior colleague, Mr. Hwang, to schedule an appointment.”

Yugyeom stiffens as you start toying with his right wrist, but the other man only chuckles at the noticeable coldness in your voice.

“Oh, I don’t do sports!”, he informs although that’s not what you asked, “I’m Gyeom’s babysitter for the day.”

You still don’t look up, feeling the tendons and ligaments with your fingertips to see if the player across you twitches. “Mobility and sensibility look fine.”

“I told him that, but he was still anxious.” You ignore the stranger, concentrating on the patient instead.

“Show me how you did your stretching and strengthening exercises, and you’ll officially be good to go!”

Standing up suddenly, you almost collide with the man who was leaning above you, surveying your movements. You really hate being observed like that.

“You gave him exercises?” He simply chuckles again, backing away. “Are you a Sports Med student?”

At this, you bite the interior of your cheek wondering if he’s one of those; the ones who only believe in doctors. You go sit behind Dr. Tran’ desk this time, for authority, taking your time to answer. Yugyeom is working with a softball, not minding his friend’s odd behaviour. Once you’re sitting, you fully stare back at the intruder, crossing your arms in defiance. He’s about your age and surprisingly good looking, still, it doesn’t change the fact that his presence is annoying.

“No, I have a Bachelor of Science in Kinesiology and I specialize in rehabilitation treatment for my Master's. I’m qualified to recommend treatment for a minor injury.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way.” The man smiles as if especially pleased by your defensive answer. “Yugyeom was right, you’re perfect. I was just making sure he was in good hands.”

His eyes crinkle as he details your lab coat and dishevelled tied hair. It’s obvious he’s checking you out. You blush, straightening on the chair, embarrassed you didn’t put any care to your presentation this morning. Much like every other day spent at the clinic, you only put BB cream proforma, not even bothering to shower or brush your hair. You aren’t sure what that guy means, aren’t sure if you should feel insulted or complimented.

“I thought you were still a student!” Yugyeom looks up, surprised you already graduated. “You never corrected me!”

“Well, I’m always studying.” You dodge, he probably meant he thought you were way younger. You clear your throat, bringing your attention back to the curious stranger. “So, you are an assistant coach?”

“Oh no. God, no!” The man chuckles for the umpteenth time, although it finally makes you grin back. “I’m Dr. Park Jinyoung.” So that is why he asked about your qualifications. “I’m a Resident of Korean Traditional Medicine.” He adds coolly, straightening his coat and awaiting a reaction from you that never really comes. You’re too busy trying to remain serious – herbalism – and he wondered if you were studying Sports Medicine.

“Jinyoung’s the best at acup– Argh!” He kicks Yugyeom’s shin to shut him up and you hide your smile behind your hand.

“Korean Medicine… Needles and herbs, hum?”

It’s your turn to obviously check him out this time and he bears your scrutiny with disarming confidence. Perfect skin, full round lips, hair as black as coal, unusually round pale brown eyes... It’s obvious he never was an athlete here for a consultation to begin with. The white dress shirt and thick black glasses would’ve been a dead giveaway if you’d looked at him from the start.

“Please… I’m also amazing at moxibustion.” He grins, not shying away or embarrassed the least. “I just got back from Yangsan med campus to complete my Residence here.” Wow. Smooth way of bringing up his impressive background. Busan National University is considered one of the greatest medical faculties in Asia.

Smart and good looking – scratch that; gorgeous.

“You don’t look like the idea I had of a healer...”

Jinyoung winces, “It’s the hair, isn’t it?” You’re surprised he’s not more annoyed or embarrassed by your skepticism. He’s probably really used to it. It’s not like traditional treatment is particularly esteemed in the rehabilitation field. Or any medical field as a matter of fact. “Yugyeom, be honest – aren’t I way too stylish and handsome to be a doctor?”

You can’t help your stupid giggle and the batter looks between you two several times, rendered uncomfortable by the flirtatious atmosphere. Because his friend is trying to woo you, in an obvious and highly flattering manner. You can see it from the glimmer in his stares and hear it in his voice. Clearly, Yugyeom sensed it too.

“I think I’m done, y/n!” He tries, changing subject.

“I believe you are!” You agree, brought back down to earth. You tear your eyes away from the charming quack doctor to smile at Yugyeom. “Your sprain seems completely fine. Let me just sign your papers, I’ll have Dr. Tran review them this week… Do you have any mobility problems when handling the bat?”

“None at all!” Yugyeom grins brightly, glad you’re back to his business. “You know, I’m definitely going to play this Saturday, you should come! You never even saw JB pitch yet. He’ll blow your mind and he’d lo–”

Yugyeom stops in the middle of his sentence, realizing he opened Pandora’s box, totally obvious. Your hand freezes for half a second over his discharge papers in short-lived panic at the mention of the pitcher. Then you resume, remembering Yugyeom’s the one who introduced you two, and that it doesn’t mean your past mistakes aren’t known throughout the entire country.

“You’re lucky the damage to your ligaments was almost nonexistent, Yugyeom.” You smile coolly, acting like nothing happened. “I hope you’ll be a bit more mindful of your warm-ups from now on.” He nods, staring seriously at the paper you’re signing to avoid your gaze.

“Do you know JB?” Jinyoung asks in curiosity, and if he notices how uncomfortable his question makes everyone else in the room feel, he doesn’t let it show.

“The whole campus knows him: Starboy.” You say this even though you clearly had no idea a few months prior. The hot doctor cannot find out about that. “He’s our brightest star.” Your voice is cold, indifferent and at your avoidance, Yugyeom wiggles on his chair.

“Right!” Jinyoung snorts, entertained. “I bet he rather enjoys celebrity status!”

“You know him?” Finally rising your eyes above your desk, you look at the Resident, curious.

“Jinyoung, I don’t want to be late for practice.” The batter interrupts, probably just eager to stop third-wheeling. You wouldn’t blame him for it. “Thank you for everything y/n, I hope to see you around!” Yugyeom stands up, motioning his friend to leave, but he doesn’t budge.

“Would you wait outside?”, the doctor nods towards the door and your cheeks flare up at the intensity of his gaze, highly nervous. Oh shit, you’re no good at this. The young player still seems to hesitate, frozen between the door and your desk. “We need a moment, Gyeom,” Jinyoung insists, lips curling upwards dangerously.

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#beommienet #Park Jinyoung #Im Jaebum #GOT7 #JB GOT7 #Fanfiction GOT7 #got7 scenarios #Park Jinyoung Fanfic #Park Jinyoung Scenarios #Im Jaebum Fanfic #Fluff #dibidibidis i hate tagging fic #Starboy

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lofitojii · 7 years ago

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Toxic [VI]

Summary: “We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.” -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. His dark demeanor is nothing more than a mystery to you. His dark past explains the reasoning of his desired passion to completely destroy every inch of your innocence.

Warning: Angst [M]

Word Count: 4k

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The way his lips felt against your skin, sweet and sensitive yet igniting the fire you had yet to grow familiar with. It was a welcoming feeling, having his presence near you, with you, touching you. The way his lips would graze across your collarbone, knowing it was a ticklish spot for you, or when his hands would grip your upper thigh, causing a small squeal to escape your lips every time. He did things that he knew he would get a reaction out of, not because he was trying to bother you, but because he loved the reactions he got from it.

Chanyeol had lived up to his word, saying he wouldn’t see anyone else if you had promised not to either. In all reality, it wasn’t hard for you. You knew you had fallen for Chanyeol so it was easy to focus on him but you could tell Chanyeol had an issue. He had told you over and over that he liked you more than he wanted to. He had grown frustrated, not knowing how to handle his emotions, which you anticipated when he confessed to you the night of his party. As you thought of it, Chanyeol and you had been seeing each other for little over a month, after his birthday coming and going, not really doing much since it was over the small break you had.

Finals were around the corner, you could feel the tension grow throughout campus as study rooms were booked, classes being held at weird hours to catch up on work you didn’t understand. You weren’t too worried about your finals, knowing that you really had worked hard to get where you were. You found yourself slipping in one of your classes, but if it wasn’t for Chanyeol pointing it out, you don’t think you would have been able to get back up to an A.

That’s the thing about Chanyeol, he’s quiet, reserved, standoffish. He doesn’t like to confront things that are difficult for him nor does he like talking about his feelings or aspirations, but he does care about his friends. He looks out for them, making sure they’re doing their best. You didn’t need to ask Chanyeol about that, it was just obvious in his actions. The way he dragged you to the library rather than you dragging him, or when he told Jongin he would tutor him in economics if he needed the help. It was all about the little things with Chanyeol.

He would do the smallest of things to show you he was trying. The way he would slip his hand into yours, letting you knew he was there. It took some time to get him to hold your hand in public but you never pushed him to do it. Eventually, you would just have to wait for him to make the move. This was his game you were playing, you had to play by his rules or not at all.

You let your hair fall over your paper as you studied the small section of notes you had written for your science exam that following day, trying your best to cram in a few extra hours of studying before you took your finals. Chanyeol sat across from you, tapping away at his calculator for his math final he had the same day as your science final. He had been a great study partner, motivating you more than you wished, but really helping you along the way.

You looked up, seeing Chanyeol’s reading glasses slowly slip from the bridge of his nose only to be pushed back as Chanyeol noticed them falling. He let out a small sniff, bringing his sweater to his nose to rub it clean from being uncomfortable. “Are you going to study or just stare at me all night?” He smirked, looking up from his paper, catching your eyes. You just laughed, taking off your own reading glasses, setting them down to the side of you.

“I just like how you look is all,” you shrugged, causing his smile to grow as he leaned back in his seat. He motioned you over towards him, signaling for you to get up out of your seat. You stood up, letting Chanyeol guide you so you were now sitting in his lap, his head buried into your shoulder as he placed small kisses along your shoulder blade. It was a small gesture, but it was a moment you wanted to hold on to. The way his hands lazily draped around your waist, his head hiding away into your body. You loved his touch, craved it even. Every time his touch left your skin, a feeling you needed more of, more of not only his touch, but him.

“What are we doing for dinner?” he asked, finally bringing his head up and looking up at you as you sat there on his lap, legs hanging through the armrest on either side of him.

“Well, Sehun texted earlier and said he cooked dinner if we wanted some.” You could feel Chanyeol tense under your touch, his jaw clenching as he looked away. “What?”

“Why are still talking to him?” You looked down at him, raising an eyebrow only to have a smirk play across your lips.

“Is someone jealous?” He shook his head, shaking as he let it hang low before looking back up at you.

“Oh honey no. I know you’re mine, I just want to keep it that way.” The way the words escaped his lips, dancing around in your head, replaying the way his raspy voice let it slip. You felt your insides shiver as you heard it over and over again, replaying like a broken record.

Chanyeol let out a sigh, sliding your body off his lap so he could stand up and stretch out. “If you want to, you can run off and hang with your little boyfriend Sehun.”

“Chanyeol,” you frowned, leaning against the table, crossing your arms over your chest. He chuckled, mimicking your actions as he towered over you.

“What? How would you feel if I went and hung out with a girl I made out with and knew they liked me? I’m just saying, you’d be just as uncomfortable.” He had a point, you knew you’d be upset if he did that, there was no doubt. After what went down that night, you knew you had hurt Sehun. The following morning, you had left Chanyeol to sleep since you knew he was going to be hungover no matter what you did, so you let him be. Sehun was already awake when you entered the kitchen, seeing him scrolling on his phone as he had a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Morning,” you awkwardly tucked your hair behind your ear, approaching Sehun who gave you a weak smile.

“Morning,” he replied, placing his phone down on the counter. You didn’t know where to start. You didn’t know whether you should start apologizing or just cut straight to the point at how you liked him, but not in that way. You enjoyed having Sehun as a friend and there was no doubt you felt bad that part of you had used him to make Chanyeol jealous. “Sehun, I-”

“Hey,” he stopped you. “Before you say anything, it’s okay. I know.” You didn’t know if it was relief or fear that had taken over your body as he cut you off. “I know how it is. But no hard feelings. You’re still one of my best friends.” You had been glad that Sehun didn’t take it as harshly as you were playing it out to be in your head. You did care for Sehun, more than most of your friends you have had in your life, but it was the fact you had used him.

You placed your hands on the counter, twiddling your thumbs, trying to form some sort of sentence. “I’m still sorry.” Sehun just smiled, getting up from his spot and coming over towards you. He pressed his lips to your forehead, reaching behind you and grabbing a cup from the cupboard from above you. He placed it in your hands and backed up.

“He’s going to need water. He gets sick the morning after he drinks a lot. Just a heads up.” And with that, he went about his day, and you went about yours. Regardless of his words of kindness and understanding, you still felt bad. You didn’t want to and no matter how many times he told you not to feel bad, you couldn’t help it.

Chanyeol sat back down, gathering his things into his backpack as you sat there, lost in thought. It wasn’t until he finally zipped his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder. “We’re not dating so I really can’t tell you what to do. Call me later though.”

“Where are you going?” You finally asked, a worried expression obviously plastered across your face. Chanyeol just laughed, coming over and placing a small kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a hug.

“I’m just going to go home, finish up a paper for my English class. Plus, I still have some unpacking to do. Come by later or something.” He pulled you closer to his face by lifting your chin, pressing his soft lips into yours. “That was basically me asking you to come over later.”

“I will,” you tried to smile as his hand squished your cheeks, making it hard for you to really talk. He just laughed, pushing your lips out further as he squished your cheeks closer together. He kissed you once more before taking off, leaving you alone in the small study room. You exhaled before finally regaining your train of thought, packing your things up so you could go meet your friends for dinner.

When you arrived at Sehun’s, it seemed empty. Everyone was moving out, moving into new places as they were about to enter their last year of college the following semester. Jongin greeted you with a hug, letting you walk in past all the boxes stacking in the living room. The kitchen still smelled of the food Sehun had said he made a little earlier, making your stomach make an inhuman noise. “Someone’s hungry.” Jongin joked, moving past you into the kitchen.

“Where’s Chanyeol?” Sehun asked as you approached him, dishing you up a plate of food. You exhaled, sitting down on a bar stool, running your hands through your already messy hair as you stressed over the simplest question.

“Home. He had some unpacking to do. Plus, that math exam tomorrow,” you replied, stress laced in your response. Sehun frowned, placing the plate of stir fry in front of you. He didn’t reply, instead dishing up a plate for Jongin instead who was overly excited about the food.

You didn’t really like how Chanyeol had been neglecting to see his friends since he moved out. You didn’t know if it was because you had gone on a date with Sehun or just because of his weird mood wings he tends to get. It was not only frustrating for you, but for his friends as well. Sehun had mentioned he hadn’t seen Chanyeol since he moved out when they got back from their small break, heartbreak prominent in his words. You wanted to step up and say something to Chanyeol but didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

“How’s he doing?” Sehun collected you from your thoughts. “Chanyeol.”

“He’s good,” you shrugged, not really knowing how to answer that question. There wasn’t much you could say. Even now, Chanyeol was a bit secretive about his personal life. You had come to learn that you can’t just ask Chanyeol how he is, he has to come to you.

“He really does like you,” Sehun spoke, shoving food into his mouth as he nodded. You waited for him to let it pass, wanting him to continue with his statement. “I haven’t seen him like this in a while. Be careful though, he’s known to be a bit…”

“Rude? Asshole? Flakey?” Jongin joked, causing Sehun to glare in his direction. You couldn’t help but laugh at his small comment.

“He’s just not good at commitment. Be careful, okay?” Sehun was only looking out for you, you knew he had a good heart behind it. Despite the messy situation you had gotten yourself into, you were glad you could still have a friend like Sehun around. The only problem was that Chanyeol was overprotective, didn’t want you around him. You respected it, making sure you weren’t alone with Sehun, but in the end, it came down to trust. You wanted Chanyeol to trust you, not having a reason to say otherwise.

Did you trust Chanyeol?

It was a question that bounced around in your thoughts more often than usual. With the way Chanyeol liked to keep to himself, it was hard to say whether or not you could trust him. Every time you would sit down in a class next to a group of girls, you would hear things like how they hadn’t seen or heard from Chanyeol in over a month, the same time he had promised you. It was situations like that where you felt like you could trust him. Where you felt like he was serious about being someone you wanted to be with.

You said your goodbyes to Jongin and Sehun, leaving so you could go meet Chanyeol at his place. He had moved to the other side of town, closer to where he worked. It was a nice place, being a townhouse that was bigger than your average. You pulled into his driveway, right next to his car, like you had been doing for the past two weeks. You walked into the living room, placing your things down by the front door to see the place was rather empty. “Chanyeol?” You called out, hoping that he would pop out of the kitchen but there was no response. You walked up the steps, making your way down the rather long hallway, coming to his room. “Chanyeol?” You asked, tapping on the door. When you opened it, you saw Chanyeol sitting on the end of his bed, Lisa resting closer to the headboard. They both saw you come in, smiles wide as you entered. “Oh, I didn’t know you were here.”

“Was in the neighborhood, thought I’d stop by,” Lisa replied, lifting her body so she was looking at you. Seeing Lisa and Chanyeol together brought you back to the day Sehun had told you about their little fling they had back during their freshman year. Yes, Lisa was seeing Yuna and wasn’t exactly into boys anymore but it still made you feel sick. “I should get going though. Yuna should be here soon. It was good seeing you Yeol. And I’ll see you at home later, I hope?” She smiled, squeezing your arm before leaving the room.

“Surprise visit?” you asked as Chanyeol got up from his spot at the end of the bed and came over towards you. He pressed his lips to your forehead before moving past you, going out of his room and making his way towards the downstairs.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Wanted to come say hi. I wasn’t doing anything so we caught up.” You followed him downstairs, into the kitchen. You didn’t want to confront the situation but you were tired of this game of avoiding confrontation.

“Why didn’t you tell me about you and Lisa?” You blurted out, causing Chanyeol to raise an eyebrow.

“It was so long ago. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” you crossed your arms. “You dated. For a long time too.” You could tell Chanyeol was getting angry with you, but you didn’t care at this point. You hated that everything was on his terms, you had to defend yourself every once in a while.

“So I can’t hang out with one of my friends alone but you can go and hang out with someone I’ve told you I don’t like you hanging out with?” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the counter as he waited for your response.

“It’s different. I didn’t date Sehun. I went on a date with him.” Chanyeol laughed, shaking his head as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“What? Do you not trust me or something?” Your silence was enough for him to know that you weren’t quite sure where you stood with him. You wanted to trust him, more than anything you wanted that, but it was hard. “You don’t trust me.”

“Chanyeol,” you started. He quickly stopped you, raising a hand.

“I don’t need to hear it. I know I’m not an expert on these kinds of things but I thought being in a relationship meant you trusted one another.” You were taken back by his comment, not really knowing how to react. You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies form in your stomach. “What?”

“You said relationship,” you pointed out, feeling the smile creep across your face. Chanyeol just looked at you, knowing exactly what he had said. He let out a sigh, finally walking over towards you, reaching out, pulling at your sweater. He rested his body against yours, letting his head fall to your shoulder.

“You know what I mean,” he finally spoke, his voice soft. You did understand what he was saying, knowing that he was being sincere with his words. You didn’t want to push him any more than you had but you also couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay either. You lifted your hands, giving Chanyeol’s arms a small squeeze to reassure him that you had heard what he said. “I’m trying here.”

You were both pulled from the small moment you shared by your phone ringing. You let out a sigh, reaching into your back pocket and sliding to unlock the call. “Hello sweetie. How are you?” It was your mother calling to check up like she did every week. You pushed Chanyeol away from you, walking into the living room area and taking a seat on the couch.

“I’m good. How are you?” You asked, playing with the ring you had gotten from her not too long ago.

“Good. I’m calling about Christmas? You’re coming home right?” You could hear Chanyeol shuffle around in the back, trying his best not to listen in on your phone call but you knew he couldn’t help it.

“Umm yeah. I’ll be home.”

“Good. I miss you honey! Good luck on your final tomorrow! I’ll talk to you soon!” Your mother hung up, leaving a dead line to ring through your ear before you finally pulled your phone away. You sighed, resting your head against your hand as you propped your elbow up on the armrest.

“Who was that?” Chanyeol finally asked, coming over and sitting down next to you, beer in hand. He lifted it to his lips, wrapping an arm around you in the same swift movement.

“My mom asking about Christmas.” It wasn’t that far away. Maybe two weeks tops? It had come faster than you had thought it would. Chanyeol nodded, not giving you an answer. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Probably staying here.”

“You can’t do that. What about your family? They must miss you.” His face fell, enough for you to notice the mood change. “Yeol?”

“I just don’t want to go home.” The way his mood had changed from calm and collected to frustrated and upset really made you worry about what was going on in his mind. He got up from his spot, making his way back into the kitchen. You followed, trying to stop him from being so angry.

“Chanyeol please,” you finally stopped him. “What the hell is going on? Every time I mention your family, you freak out.” He didn’t reply. He wasn’t even looking at you. “You’re going to have to talk to me at some point. I’m not trying to be mean, I’m just-”

“I don’t have a family to go back to,” he finally spoke, his fist clenched as he stood there, almost lifeless if it wasn’t for his stiff jaw. You didn’t know what to say, once again speechless and taken back.

“What about when you leave town?”

“I go see my foster brother and his family,” he sighed, still not making eye contact. You felt your heart ache, not because of the news, but the way he sounded when he spoke. He was just as broken as his voice was. “I can’t keep showing up to his place like that though. He has his own family now.” He didn’t look at you, not once. Instead, you finally saw something you thought you would never see. Chanyeol broke down, leaning against the kitchen counter as he hid his face away into the palm of his hands.

Chanyeol wasn’t some kind of cold hearted man who didn’t care what people thought of him. He wasn’t the person he presumed to be. Instead, he was a man who was lost, scared, didn’t know where to turn when he needed help. He was someone who had been on his own for so long, not having anyone to look after him.

You walked over, gently placing your hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. He looked up at you from his hunched over position. His eyes were red, not like he’d been crying, more that he had been trying to hold it back. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He got up, keeping his eye contact with you as he regained his tall position.

“I don’t like talking about it. It’s something I just found to be more personal, something I’d rather keep to myself. I’ve worked so hard to get here, getting into college, having a stable job, being able to buy my own place like this. It’s not that I don’t want someone else in my life, someone I can trust and come to when I need it, it’s just that I’m scared. I’m fucking terrified, Y/n. I don’t know how to function like a normal human. I’m so fucked up.” This time, Chanyeol let himself break, letting the salt water tears fall down his red cheeks. It was the first time Chanyeol seemed to show any sort of emotion rather than pissed off.

Things made sense, just about everything. His attitude, his constant secrets, his need for reassurance from you. He was scared, just like you, only for a different reason. He wasn’t scared that you were going to leave him for someone else, it was more a fear that you were going to leave him for someone or something better. His abandonment issues were present every time you would leave to go home or if you left upset with him. You didn’t notice until he finally came forward, explaining his fears.

You wrapped your arms around Chanyeol’s waist, letting him rest his body against yours. His grip was shakier, the way you could hear his sobs muffled into your shoulder. It broke your heart, every little broken sound that came from his lips. You wanted to just sit there, hold him until he was better, try to glue his broken pieces back together.

You lifted your body so you could look at him in the eyes as you spoke to him. “Why don’t you come home with me this Christmas?”

“Y/n I-”

“Not as my boyfriend. But as my guest. Just come and spend it with my family.” Chanyeol lifted his sleeve, wiping away his fallen tears. He smiled, looking down at his feet before finally pulling you into his chest.

“What if I did come as your boyfriend?”

#chanyeol #chanyeol fan fic #park chanyeol #chanyeol fan fiction #exo #exo fan fiction #chanyeol angst #exo angst #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol au #exo au

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jaehwanornothing · 7 years ago

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Little brother! WinkDeep

Note: I got a request to write a little brother Baejin scenario (like 2 weeks ago, im so sorry ) but I had a Jihoon one halfway written out too and since I felt like they were both too short to post separately i'll post it like this.

Jinyoung

The sweetest lil brother

honestly so sweet, sometimes you question if you’re even related

only a few years younger than you so you played together a lot

when he was born, you always wanted to help take care of him

he was just so cute and when your mom used to pick you up from preschool with baby jinyoung in tow, you’d always try to show him off ‘this is my baby brother, he’s 3 years old and really nice and he’s my favorite person now’

a strong sibling bond

though he does tend to get you in trouble a lot

but not out of spite, he’s just a good boy, honest to a fault

he’ll get caught taking a cookie before dinner and he’ll say it because he saw you taking some earlier so he thought it was okay

which leads to you getting in trouble for 'setting a bad example’ and being sent to bed earlier

and sure you’re always mad when it happens

But jinyoung, that sweet boy, comes into your room and apologizes by giving you his favorite stuff animal and pleading to forgive him with tears in his eyes

and you can’t stay mad at him for long, you hate when he’s sad

now that’s he’s older, he’s learned to keep his mouth shut a bit more but he’ll slip from time to time

but again you always forgive him because he’s just so pitiful when he’s upset, he looks better when he’s happy

it’s one of your, unofficial duties, to make sure this boy is always happy

sometimes you’ll here rumors in school about him because of his looks

'he looks so angry and mysterious all the time’ ’ I heard he’s mean and in a gang, i’d stay away’ 'he’s not in a gang, he hangs out with that sunshine boy from LA and Park 'Jeojang’'Maybe he’s just doesn’t like being here?? Cause Honestly same’ 'Resting bitch face on point’

You never say anything to correct people because it’s really funny the things people will make up but if they’re being rude you’re always quick to shut that shit down

but he’s just a shy boy that takes some time being comfortable with people

and whenever you see him in the hallway you have to stop and tell him 'people think you’re angry and in a gang, Jinyoung. Please smile a lil more’

'If I was in a gang I wouldn’t be hanging out with him’ points over to Daehwi, who’s got colorful pins attached to his uniform 'Hey! I can be tough and angry looking too, you guys don’t know me!’

(having Daehwi as your honorary little brother because he’s around so often )

basically the ideal little brother

Jihoon

too-cool-for-you little brother

definitely got most of the charms in the family

everyone loves him

and you’re just like ????? Why? I don’t get it?

doesn’t want to be seen with you in public

not because he hates you he just wants to be his own person and not feel like he’s being babysat all the time by his older sibling

also, one time one of his friends called you cute and he never wants to here that ever again

but he really just wants to be his own person

hates being compared to you, or anyone else

one time, during middle school he got a teacher that used to have you as a student and she was kept going on about how nice you were and all your accomplishments And how she’s glad to have ‘y/n’s little brother in her class’

and Jihoon’s response was 'Yeah I’m well aware of everything y/n has done cause I live with them and I’d appreciate if you just call me Jihoon, not 'y/n’s little brother’ because that’s not my identity’

he got a call home for the sass and when he was getting lectured that night, you threw him a quick thumbs up behind your parents back cause it was pretty cool what he did

not really any sibling rivalry but you two tend to bicker a lot, about anything

both just too stubborn, that’s family for ya

'Jihoon! What did I tell you about using my body wash!’

'Well, I ran out of mine and you know that the bar soap makes my skin dry, y/n’

'I don’t care about your dry skin, you used the rest of it so you buy me more’ ,, 'I used the rest of it, not all of it. I’ll give you a dollar so leave me alone’

while he has this cool image to him, you live with him, you know the truth

he’s always dancing around the house

and not like good dancing, he just flails into the room, headphones on, limbs everywhere, probably throws finger guns at you then grabs a drink and dances out of the room

a little weirdo

always wants to fight, you’ll be minding your own business and suddenly a pillow hits your head and your like 'wtff??’ And he’s just smirking pillow in hand and ready to go

of course you retaliate, you can’t ever let him win

usually ends with one of you being sat on by the other basking in victory or a broken picture frame or vase

you usually end up in trouble for it though cause you’re 'the oldest’ and should be 'more responsible’ and Jihoon usually 'turns on’ the aegyo whenever he gets in trouble

(honestly who can stay mad at jeojang boy?)

it sucks but you know you can exploit him and his aegyo when you need to

'hey y/n can I get a bite of your sandwich?’

'Why of course you can my favorite little brother-’ 'I’m your only little brother’ 'if you do the thing’

'why do you always do this, I’m not doin-’ 'I’ll give you the rest of my sandwich’

cue Jihoon pulling out his best aeygo and you with your phone recording the whole thing 'Wow~ the things my brother does for food, What a beggar.. I’m posting this’

and then you run out of the room before he can catch you and post the video on Instagram

he promises to get you back one day and you won’t admit it but you’re a little nervous as to what he might do to you in return, (watch out for those geminis)

the type of siblings that say 'I wish I was an only child’ but don’t really mean it cause without each other life would be pretty dull

#I still feel like I 'don't know' Baejin so I dont think i did his part justice #but i tried #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #bae jinyoung #park jihoon #please feel free to give me some constructive criticism #cause i can write the best research paper you've ever read but creative writing is stilll new to me

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