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Soup tries to do a 30 day art challenge for the gazillionth time day one
#Ducktales#Ducktales 2017#Dt17#Ducktales fanart#Louyd#Ducktales louie#Louie duck#Louie ducktales#Ducktales boyd#Boyd gearloose#Boyd ducktales#I know February doesn't have 30 days but listen. Listen. Otp challenge. Valentines day.#Its for the vibes#I'm doing the like main top challenge btw.. Apparently it has a wiki page..? I'm going off that those are the prompts I remember#Ill probably alternate through different designs for them in this but I wanted to start with their canon designs#Consider this a bit of a redraw of that one old piece I posted. I referenced the pose and bg from it#Also before anyone asks. I know like 2 of the prompts are kinda weird I am going to work around that I prommy trust me
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Stay Away From Him
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Prompt: Miguel is jealous of your closeness with Hobie and tells you to stay from him.
A/N: Well I have had too much free time at work and all I've been doing is writing. Kinda love it. Also, how did y'all like Across the Spider-Verse? I saw it four times in theaters, it's like a drug in my veins. Anywho I figured I wanted to do a fanfic in a world that I haven't done yet so here it is!
Part 2
“Hey, Y/N.”
“Hey, Peter!”
“Hey, Y/N”
“Oh hey, Peters.”
“Oi! Y/N!” Recognizing the accent, you look up in the air and see Hobie swinging his way over to you.
“Hobie! What are you doing here?!”
This was your second week working inside the Spider-Verse headquarters. You were the only person there who wasn’t some version of Spiderman. One day, Miguel O’Hara was in your universe for a job, bing bang boom, next thing you knew, he offered you a job. Your job here at headquarters was to act as his assistant of sorts. Help him with errands, help him on missions, and fetch him lunch because the poor man will work until he starves. That was exactly what you are doing now. You had finished locating the latest anomaly and went down to the cafeteria to grab him some empanadas.
Working at headquarters was like a living dream. So far, everyone seems to like you and you’ve already made friends. Hobie and Gwen welcomed you with open arms and the three of you became inseparable. During your time working with Miguel, you may have developed a little crush on your boss. You never told anyone about how your heart starts beating faster or how your breath gets shaky when he stands a little too close. Though, you never had to say because everyone could see it. And everyone warned you away from the infamous Miguel O’Hara.
“He’s not for you. He’s obsessed with his work and barely knows what having fun or being nice is. I doubt he even knows there’s a life outside of this place.” Gwen said one day during lunch.
“Who’s not for me? What are you talking about? I’m just here to work.” You shovel food into your mouth in an attempt to hide your face.
“Mmhmm, sure. You can deny it all you want but if you keep staring at him all weird like that, even he’s going to start to notice. Just trust me, you should just try to stay away from him. Which I guess isn’t possible since he’s your boss but you know what I mean.”
“Though it does raise the question as to why he recruited her, don’t it?” Hobie chimes in.
Hobie jumps on your back and it pulls you back to the present.
“I’m here for it! Whatchu think? I would willingly come here? Nah.”
“Actually! We just finished a mission so we just came to check in with Miguel.” Gwen swings down and lands right next to you. The three of you continue walking side by side down the hall to Miguel. Hobie throws his arm casually around your shoulder, keeping you close to his side.
You walk into the main room and see that Miguel is standing on his platform up in the air. There are a few people milling around the room, minding their business. People tend to hover around Miguel in case any missions come up or if he needs help.
“Miguel! I got you some empanadas!” You yell up at him.
He turns and barely glances over his shoulder at the three of you. He grunts and rolls his eyes in annoyance but his platform starts its slow descent. Gwen runs over to Jessica and they start talking. Hobie walks with you over to your little desk that sits on the ground floor …. like a regular person.
“So we still on for tonight?” Hobie asks.
“What’s tonight?” You turn and ask Hobie. You lean your butt against the desk to look up at him. He gets in close, places his hands against the desk on both sides of you, and cages you in with his arms.
“Whatchu mean what’s tonight? Did you forget already? Thought you and Gwen were staying in my place tonight!” Hobie teases you.
“Oh, Hobie! I forgot about that, I can’t come over.” Gwen yells over before she turns back to her conversation.
“Guess it’s just us then.” He mumbles and gives you a wink.
Before you could respond, Miguel’s voice booms through the large chamber.
“Y/N isn’t going anywhere tonight.” Looking over, you see that Miguel has lowered his platform as far as it could go and he is staring directly at the two of you with a deadly look on his face. All the conversations in the room died down and you could tell that everyone's eyes were looking between you and Miguel. Everyone treads carefully around Miguel … everyone except Hobie.
“What? You keeping her hostage now?”
All of a sudden feeling nervous, unsure as to what put Miguel in a foul mood and not wanting to make it worse, you try to straighten up and stand in attention but Hobie isn’t moving.
“We’ve got work to do here, Hobie. Unlike you, some of us have things we have to do.” Miguel crosses his arms and stares down at Hobie.
“What work? We caught all the known anomalies already. Plus I was going to work on my bike, give it some more bells and whistles.” Jessica pipes up.
“There’s more work to do than just waiting around for things to happen.”
“Then what do I gotta do, hmm?” Jessica sasses back to him.
“Nothing. I, uh, just want to do some surveillance. Never know ”
“And what Y/N got to do with it, then?” Hobie asks, giving Miguel a weird look.
“Y/N is my assistant. Y/N must assist me. And get off of her Hobie.”
“Right, but it don’t sound like there is any real work to do. I don’t see why Y/N gotta sit here and suffer being around you. And, uh, I’m actually quite comfortable where I am.”
“No no, I don’t mind. It’s my job. I can stay” You rush to say as you start pushing at Hobie’s shoulders.
Hobie turned slowly to look at you without budging and you just stared up at him. “Move.” you mouth to Hobie with beseechment in your eyes. But all he does is smile at you and barely visibly shakes his head ‘No’. Eyes wide, you think to yourself, I’m not going to have a job after this. The room is still silent and no one speaks as the tension rises.
“Everyone out!” Miguel booms, “Looks like no one wants to work anyways. It’s not as if we’re trying to save the entire universe or anything.”
“Oh! Miguel, we wanted to check in about the-” Gwen is cut off when Miguel turns back around to his monitors and yells, “OUT!”
Everyone exchanges nervous looks around the room while they pick up their things. The whole time though, Hobie is looking down at you with a knowing smirk on his face. “What are you smiling about?” You hiss at him as you push him up so you can grab your bag and head out.
“Oh just something I think you should find out for yourself. And you might soon.”
“Ugh, I’m going to kill you.”
Hobie throws his arm around you and leads you out, “Yeah sure, but hey, looks like you can come over after all, aye?”
“Everyone except for Y/N!” You whirl around at the sudden sound but Miguel is still just looking at his monitors.
“Damn, looks like you’re going to find out real soon. See ya sweet cheeks.” Hobie gives you a wink and walks out with everyone else.
You stood in the doorway waiting for Miguel’s instructions but after a few beats, you realized that he wasn’t going to turn around and talk to you. Slowly walking back to your desk, you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in the room did not leave along with everyone else. It still lay thick and heavy in the air. Taking off your bag and placing it on your desk, you turn around to face Miguel. You open your mouth to say something to break the silence but he cuts you off.
“Come up here and help me look at this.”
Your eyes grew wide and you hurried over to the dais. Your heartbeat started quickening with excitement, you have never been invited onto the platform before. Miguel looks down his nose at you with a disgusted look on his face as you struggle to even get your leg on the platform.
“Sorry, don’t got webs like y’all. Give me a second.”
You finally heave yourself up and flop over on your back, gulping down deep breaths of air. “You know, I’m starting to think I’m out of shape.” Figuring that it was time to actually get to work, you jump up to your feet and face the monitors.
“Alrighty, so what am I looking at?” All of the monitors were showing different videos of different universes. Some other monitors had new articles and alerts of potential disturbances.
“Just, uh, keep an eye on some of the security cameras we have posted around. See if you catch any suspicious activity.”
“Were you expecting something to happen tonight? Did you get a tip?”
“No, just doing our due diligence to keep everything in line.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion and you gave Miguel a side-eye look. This is what he’s keeping me here to do? To watch some cameras?
The whole time he was talking to you and giving you instructions, he did not glance at you, just busily pressing buttons and typing something.
About 10 minutes went by in absolute silence with Miguel working and you … “working”. Getting bored and tired on your feet, you start leaning around the table and let out a sigh. Miguel looks at you over his shoulder but turns back to his work. Another 10 minutes go by before he asks, “So you and Hobie are friends?”
Surprised by the question and surprised he even spoke, you responded, “Yeah, I would like to think so. He’s nice, I like hanging out with him.”
“You two have gotten close?”
Getting confused by his line of questioning, you give him a weird look that he doesn’t see. “I mean, I don’t know about close. We hang out with Gwen too. It’s usually the three of us.”
A few silent beats fall between the two of you before he responds, “I didn’t know you were visiting different universes.”
“Hmm, I’m not really. Besides my own home universe, I’ve only just been to Hobie’s. I haven’t seen Gwen’s though not even she goes back there.”
Again he doesn’t reply immediately and the comfortable silence continues.
“I would advise you to stay away from Hobie. He could be a bad influence on you or something.” He mumbles so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it.
“I’m sorry?” You asked, turning your body full to look at him now.
“I said ‘you should stay’-”
“No, I know what you said. But I don’t understand why. What’s going on with you? Are you stressed about something? Do you not like Hobie? Because Hobie has been nothing but nice to me and he’s a friend. He keeps me safe even when I visit his universe.”
“And exactly how many times have you visited his universe, hmm? You two seem pretty comfortable flying across universes together.” It was his turn to turn and face you. Standing at his full height, the tops of your head barely came up to his collar bones.
“I-I- … I don’t know. A few times I guess? 4? Maybe 5 times? But-”
“5 times?! You met him not even two weeks ago and you’ve already been hanging around him that much?” You were trying to explain to ease whatever caused his temper to rise. However, with every response you give, it only seems to anger him more. With every response, he is taking a step closer to you and walking you backward.
“I guess? But he’s my friend! And I’ve always been safe if that’s the issue. He keeps me safe. I know I’m not a Spider-Man like you but-” Miguel ignores your argument and cuts you off again.
“Right right and he keeps you safe which I am sure he is more than happy to do seeing as how he’s always getting up in your space. And what exactly do you do in his universe? You run around town like some hooligans and go back to your home universe when it’s late enough to be considered morning?”
“Ah- No, we hang out at his place and have dinner and stuff, I don’t know! And when it gets late I just stay over at his place!”
“Stay over?! What? Like overnight? He’s got guest rooms now? He’s hosting house parties?” There’s sarcasm dripping in his words but your brain was running too fast to notice.
“N-No he doesn’t. He’s not. He just lets me use his bed when I’m too tired to go home and I’d just wake up the next morning to come here.”
All of a sudden, he takes one last step forward and you take one step back but your backside hits the table. He drops his hands on either side of you, exactly like how Hobie had you pinned against your desk earlier but this is different. This feels different. The tension is palpable. With Hobie, it was friendly and playful. With Miguel … it feels like you’re getting hunted and just got caught.
“He what?” Miguel’s voice isn’t loud and angry anymore. No. It’s low and deadly. His question comes out always like a whisper as he leads in so close that your noses are practically touching.
“I don’t understand what’s happening. Hobie is just my friend. Why does this feel like it’s a problem?” You whisper. Miguel doesn’t reply. He simply stares at you with such intensity in his eyes, you’re surprised you didn’t evaporate. Suddenly, he’s looking at your lips. Acting almost instinctively, your tongue shoots out to wet your lips and his eyes immediately shoot back up to yours. There’s the intensity in his eyes again, only this time, it’s different. Definitely not anger.
Suddenly, an alarm from Miguel’s monitor goes off and the sound is thunderous in the silent chamber.
After a few beats, Miguel drops his forehead on yours, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. The whole time, you never take your eyes off of him. Your heart is beating so fast and the blood is rushing in your ears. Very abruptly, he pushes off of the table and whirls around to the monitor. He turns off the alarm and starts typing away, completely ignoring you. Slowly pushing up from the table, you turn back to your own monitor and stare blankly at the empty alleyways and random buildings.
Where there was comfortable silence before, now, the silence is deafening.
“You should go home Y/N. I can finish this up on my own.”
Not sure of how to act or how to respond, you slowly climb down from the platform without saying a word and fetch your things.
“And I mean home, Y/N. To your home universe. To your own house. To your own bed.”
Looking back up the dais, Miguel is still facing his monitors, not even looking at you when he talks. Hitching your bag higher up on your shoulder, you respond, “Of course. Goodnight, Miguel. And … for what it’s worth … he always slept on the couch.”
And with that, you take off running down the hall and teleport back home.
#fanfiction#fanfic#spiderman imagine#spiderman fanfiction#spiderman fanfic#spiderman#spider man#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara imagine#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara one shot#hobie#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderman x reader#spider man 2099
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HII ur aesthetic is just so pretty and the way you write is so shekehsjjdkd fell in love when I read the first sentence, I'm not even joking😕
BUT ANYWAYY could I req diasomnia, heartslabyul, and/or octavinelle with a gn!reader who has a habit of squishing peoples cheeks whenever they hold eye contact 4 too long? /*flutters eyelashes cutely*/
THANKYOU PO IF YOY ACTUALLY DO THIS HOPE U DONT DROWN IN REQS OR SMTH HAVE A GREAT DAY MWAMWAA also i don't even know which characters are good with this kinda prompt so honestly im dependin on u 2 choose whoevee u want 🙇♀️ bye sissymars 🥺🥺🤭🤭🤗🤗
TWST x gn reader
『 malleus ,, sebek ,, riddle ,, cater ,, floyd ,, gender neutral reader 』
-> reader who squishes cheeks when ppl stare too much
— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack
— TYSM 😭♥️♥️ this made my day omg ,, so glad you like my writing ,, i kinda did a few from each dorm you asked for except for octavinelle bc character limit is 5 for me 😭💔 but youre more than welcome to request for others ! :D hope you enjoy this 🙏❤️
- malleus
| • he usually doesnt mean to stare for too long ,, always knowing it was rude and how it feels to be stared at by others
| • though he was focused on talking about the gargoyles at the gates and hadnt tore his gaze away for a moment
| • he shut up immediately the moment you reached out and squished his cheeks ,, eyes wide in astonishment
| • how fearless you are ,, child of man
| • he does ask about it ,, wondering what the reason was for ,, and when he learns why he apologizes and promises not to do it again
- sebek
| • bro was on another rant abt his master ,, how courageous and how kind he is for putting up with these stupid humans everyday
| • oh how he adored his master ,, how pure and wonderful he was
| • it got to the point he was shaking your shoulders and making direct ,, intense ,, eye contact
| • annoyed with how long he was staring ,, you reached up and squeezed his cheeks
| • he jumps back ,, so confused and offended
| • why would you do that !?? explain now human !!
| • he huffs and puffs about the reasoning ,, but listens and respects your boundaries
- riddle
| • he was probably ranting about another reckless first year making a mess of the kitchen or some students ignoring the queen’s rules
| • he didnt mean to stare for too long ,, most likely already knowing about how you get about it
| • when you squish his cheeks ,, he may or may not have let out an embarrassing squeak
| • he’ll puff his cheeks and apologize ,, telling you not to talk abt the squeak to anyone
| • his face is so red by the end ,, embarrassed he let himself stare too long and let out a squeak
- cater
| • knowing how observant he is ,, he’d know about it immediately when he sees you do it to ace and deuce
| • he’ll be quick to discard his eyes when he realizes hes been looking too long
| • though he sort of stared a little too long once ,, trying to take a selfie with you
| • when you squish his cheeks outta nowhere ,, he’ll jump back a little and almost drop his phone
| • he apologizes and says he was adoring you for the moment ,, before taking the selfie and moving on to focus on that
- floyd
| • he probably stares on purpose when he gets ahold of this information
| • its only so you can squish his cheeks ,, hes a bit weird abt it ,, craving your touch and if staring at you long enough grants him that then he will gladly do so
| • but if you get rlly bothered by it than he will stop
| • this time he just happened to do it accidentally ,, trying to memorize your smile as much as he could while it was there
| • he didnt realize what he was doing until you squeezed his cheeks with a huff
| • he blinked a few times before giggling and pulling you into his lap ,, wrapping his arms around you
| • “ ahhh sorry shrimpy ~ i didnt mean to stare too much ,,” he purred before pressing a kiss to your head
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#🌊.octavinelle#floyd leech#floyd x reader#🌊.floyd#♥️.heartslabyul#riddle x reader#riddle rosehearts#♥️.riddle#cater x reader#cater diamond#♥️.cater#⚜️.diasomnia#malleus x reader#malleus draconia#⚜️.malleus#sebek x reader#sebek zigvolt#⚜️.sebek#☁️.twst
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helloo this is my first time requesting so hopefully its not confusing🧌
can i request fluff prompt number 2 and comfort number 9? with draco malfoy
so like basically y/n is kind to everyone including malfoy and y/n has a crush on him and draco asks “why do you love me?” (prompt 2 )and y/n’s like “because i believe theres something good in you” then walks away and draco had this weird feeling and he cant get y/n off his mind and starts liking her then when draco became a death eater y/n found out but she still decided to love him just the way he is and shes always there for draco even tho hes kind of mean to her (prompt 9) and he kinda likes her but dont know how to express hes feelings
im sorry if this is cringe 😞
Of course my love! So sorry if this is late, but, I had such a fun time writing this, so thank you!!
Prompts: Fluff 2: "Why do you love me?" Comfort 9: "I love you okay? Nothing will ever change that."
I See You-Draco Malfoy (request)
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: Maybe bad writing cause I haven't written a fanfic in a while, I've been working on my own story.
A/N: Also, let me know if I should make a series regarding one of the Harry potter characters, I'm going between Ron and Draco right now!!
Y/n. They were known around the school for being the kindest person in Ravenclaw, most people liked them, all except a few. Draco Malfoy in particular wasn’t so fond of Y/n. He hated the way they smiled at everyone, how they never stood up for themselfyet stood up for everyone else. He hated how innocent they seemed and the way their eyes sparkled when they talked about traveling the world.
Ever since they were in their potions class together in 3rd year, Y/n knew they felt something for Draco. They heard his laugh from across the room and saw his charming smile and knew from then on that they were truly in love. Everything Draco did left them in a trance, even when Draco wasn’t so nice to them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*Fifth Year*
The sound of people yelling, laughing and talking didn’t seem to phase Y/n as they sat at the courtyard, drawing underneath a tree. They had been working on a particularly difficult picture that had taken them a couple of days to even get the base sketch down, and they were finally finishing it. They had drown out all the noise of people talking so much that they hadn’t even noticed the sound of Draco’s heavy footsteps approaching them.
“What could you possible be so focused on?” y/n tensed up at the sound of Draco’s voice, they weren’t expecting Draco out of nowhere, causing them to jump slightly and blush slightly at his mocking tone. They murmured some words, some words Draco could not understand.
“I can’t hear you when you don’t talk L/n.” He smirked. Draco was aware of Y/n’s feelings for him, he had known ever since he had heard them talking about it in Herbology last year. Since then, he had decided to make them lose their feelings for him, he had hated the idea of people liking him, or even liking someone back knowing how his path was set for him, he didn’t want to bring anyone into this mess he had to fulfill.
“I said I'm drawing! I have to focus, it's a gift for Hermione.” Y/n first spoke with confidence, but, slowly their words got lost in translation as they had felt bad for shouting at Draco.
“A gift? For the mudblood? How ridiculous! You would draw something for someone like that?” Draco mocked. Before Y/n had the chance, Draco grabbed the sketchbook from their hands and looked at the drawing.
“Malfoy Stop! Give that back!” Y/n tried their best to get their drawing back from him, but all he did was dodge them, moving from side to side.
“This is horrid! What is this supposed to be? A rat? Or maybe it’s a self Portrait?” Draco laughed to himself, but Y/n didn’t laugh. The words had hurt them, had cut them deep. They knew he was probably only doing it to make them mad, but nonetheless, the poison words coming from him choked them, slowly tearing away their confidence.
“That's not nice Malfoy.” Was all Y/n could say. The cockiness in Draco’s eyes got bigger as he laughed at them.
“That's all you have to say? How pathetic.” And with his words, he threw the sketchbook into a nearby puddle. Y/n just stared at the puddle, watching as the pages slowly soaked up the water, causing the ink to run across the pages. They couldn’t help but slowly feel their throat close and their eyes start to water as they watched the drawing slowly get ruined by the dirty water. They slowly looked over at Draco and mustered up a small smile. “That’s okay, I needed a new one anyways.” Was all they said before walking past Draco and picking up the sketchbook. “I’ll see you in Potions Malfoy.”
Draco watched as they walked away, in shock. He had just ruined their sketchbook, something that took lots of time and effort into creating and they didn’t even say anything.
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Draco couldn’t help but feel bad the next couple of weeks. He thought about the way he just threw the sketchbook, and how Y/n just didn’t react. When they saw each other in the halls, Y/n would flash Draco a quick smile, and a wave before going back to whatever they were doing. During their shared classes together, Y/n would also often help Draco if he needed something. All these kind gestures made Draco’s head spin in confusion, even though he had just been mean to them weeks prior, they had the courage to still treat him decent? Draco couldn’t stop the feeling of guilt striking him more and more everyday. So he decided to confront Y/n about it.
One day after class, Draco had dragged Y/n (more rough than he had wanted) into an empty hallway to finally ask their the question that had been on his mind since he had ruined their sketchbook.
“Why?” Was all he said. He felt like his throat had been closed, restricting him from saying anything else. But, when Y/n only looked at him with confusion, he continued. “Why are you so nice to me? After everything I did, and everything I said. I ruined your sketchbook, tripped you in the halls, I’ve even blamed you for things you never even did. Yet you still take the blame for it and treat me kindly every single time. Why?”
Y/n felt a wave of heat rush over them. They had never planned on confessing the true reason as to why they had been so kind to Draco, but now was a better time than never.
“Well, I do love you Draco, and-”
“Then why do you love me? Why do you continue to love me even though I’m such a horrible person.”
“Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” y/n responded. Draco looked at them, and he stared. Not because he was confused, but because he had not noticed how eloquently Y/n spoke. Words flew from their mouth like the drop of rain, and had the sweetness of honey when they reached his ear.
“What?”
“Draco, I see you. I see you as you are. I see good in you and I see someone that is hiding beneath all that tough exterior. You just have to let him out.”
Draco looked and watched as Y/n slowly walked away. He couldn’t fathom how someone who he had never shown an ounce of kindness too, could read and see inside him so well. He felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered the words Y/n had spoken to him, his heart raced and his palms started to sweat. He felt weird, silly even. He had never felt this way about someone ever before, Nor did he really want to.
But despite his efforts, the next few weeks got only harder for him. The stress of his father making him a death eater, killing dumbledore, and his feelings for Y/n had ridden him with such a burden that he could not even focus in his classes anymore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*sixth year*
Draco stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what he had become. He stared at the mark on his arm in disgust as he felt tears run down his face. He had seated himself in an empty classroom, away from all people. Except for one.
Y/n had entered the room five minutes before Draco arrived, they had wanted a quiet place to draw, but they knew that Draco needed this space more. They knew they probably should have just made a quick run for the door, but seeing Draco quietly cry to himself made Y/n’s heart break.
They quietly put their hand on Draco’s shoulder, and whispered his name. He knew immediately who it was and his heart stopped. He didn’t even question if he was right, he just stood up and engulfed Y/n in the tightest hug he could. Both Y/n and Draco’s hearts skipped a beat. Y/n hugged Draco tighter and let him cry into their chest, while slowly rubbing his head.
After a while Draco had calmed down he let go of y/n, still keeping them in his arms, just hugging them a little less tight. He looked them in the eyes and swallowed back his pride.
“You still love me? After all these years of being mean to you and your friends. After all I’ve done? After all I've become?” Y/n looked down at his arm, they gasped slightly at the mark but did not say anything. They rubbed his arm, bringing it up to their mouth and kissing the whole of the mark slowly. Before looking up at Draco with the softest gaze she could give him.
“I see you Draco, I see you as you are. Not what burdens you. I love you Okay? Nothing will ever change that.” Draco sighed lightly, letting Y/n continue. “Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” They smiled as they repeated the words back to him that they had spoken so long ago. Draco laughed to himself as he held Y/n’s face in his hands.
“Thank you. For seeing me. Thank you for loving me.”
#draco fanfiction#draco x reader#draco imagine#draco angst#harry potter angst#draco harry potter#x reader#draco malfoy#harry potter drabble#harry potter fluff#draco fluff
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I'm lowkey kinda curious what kinda screenshots you have in that "unhinged on hinge" album icl... 👀 /nf
~ nessa ♡
LMAOO I wish I could share some of my favourites, but I don't wanna post the pics because a lot of them have the person's face in them
SOOO here are ten responses to the prompts/events that made me crack up written out for you <3
1) on my profile I had originally answered the prompt "my cry in the car song is..." and basically said something along the line of having too many, so if anyone needed recs to lmk and this guy asked "You okay? Need a hug or anything?"
...I changed the prompt very soon after that.
2) "this could be us:" and the picture was a drawing of Curious George and The Yellow Hat Man making out.
3) Prompt: "My greatest strength" Answer: Rizz with elderly civillians
4) The amount of men I've come across who respond to "I'm weirdly attracted to:" with the answer "mentally ill women" is actually crazy
5) "I'll fall for you if" and his response was "you trip me". I liked his response because I thought it was funny but we ended up not matching.
6) Abraham Lincoln liking my profile and asking me what I was doing that night with emojis I wish not to disclose on my sfw blog.
7) "Together we could" and his response was "build the largest drug smuggling ring canada has ever seen" :)
8) One of my prompts: "Green Flags I look for" to which I listed things like being open minded, letting me ramble abt stuff, and this guy responded to it asking me what kind of coffee/tea I like and I was very confused cause I didn't mention coffee (this one def isn't weird, but it amuses me anyway)
9) "I'm looking for" and he said "A girl who would stab me for looking at other women" and honestly? me too dude.
10) An actual response word for word I received for the same prompt mentioned in 8: Ok hear me out, an onion shaped raccoon rolls up to you, stared for a moment before proceeding to let out some enchantment table esk god speech, then stops time to untie your shoe and rolls off
bonus round: two guys who's profiles mentioned "becoming literate" and "wanting to be gaslighted" respectively in every. single. prompt.
I have so many more but these were some stand out ones. Also disclaimer, I'm not making fun of anyone here or trying to come across that way!! I know a lot of these are jokes and everyone is doing their best, but even so, it's unhinged behavior on hinge.
(also @emmyrosee since we were talking abt hinge a little yesterday, I thought you'd enjoy this too, I hope it's ok that I tagged u!!)
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Also just a dump of all my puzzle June stuff
Theme- Ancient Egypt
Opening Prompt - Creation - story + art (finished,edited)
WEEK 1- Sunrise - art (FINISHED)
WEEK 2 - Mourning - art (FINISHED)
WEEK 4 - Eternity- writing + art(FINISHED)
Opening - Creation(finished, unedited)
When Yugi woke up, he woke up gradually. The world around him was a sea of darkness, and he was the only boat.
“Hello? Anyone there?” he called out into the deserted world.
Noone ever answered. He roamed the dark in isolation. Until one day he found a large glowing ball.
“What are you..?” he mused out loud. It felt right to be talking to it, even if it seemed strange.
The ball didn’t reply. Yugi wasn’t phased. Even though he was alone, he decided to do something to pass his time.
“OH, you must be remarkably lonely out in the dark,”
The ball didn’t answer.
“I think I’ll take you back with me.”
Yugi glances around the dark expanse, and hums worriedly to himself.
“If I can figure out where to go.” he hums again considering his options.
“ I suppose you’ll just have to come with me!”
Days passed and Yugi rolled the ball of light across the darkness. Even though it was almost the same as before, he somehow felt lighter. The day passed through a routine pattern until one day Yugi realized that his dark little world was brightening a little.
“ That's weird. I could have sworn….”
He looked around, and gazed down at his hands. Before where he wasn’t able to see his hands in front of him without the ball, now he could see the brownish-gray pallor of his skin.
“Huh. I didn’t expect that… looking down at his own feet, he saw something fluffy. Yugi kicked his feet around the soft material, and watched as it set into more fluffy shapes. The only word to describe the material was-
“Clouds”
Yugi shook himself out of his reverie and returned to the ball, continuing to roll it across the wide, now fluffy expanse. Until yet again something changed. Yugi had stopped rolling his light across the sky for the day(or night) and he had sat down amongst the soft clouds, then he saw a shape falling across the cloud next to him. And to his surprise, it looked just like him.
“Hello? Who are you?”
The dark figure waved and suddenly solidified into a figure.
Yugi jumped as the former shadow spoke in rough hewn tones.
“H-hello. My name is Yami, do you have a name?”
Yugi, now over his surprise, replied in a cheery voice, “My name is Yugi!! It’s lovely to meet you, Yami. How did you get here?”
“I… don’t know. I just appeared!”
“Huh, that's strange. But no matter! You can help me with the ball!”
“The ball?”
“Yeah! The ball behind us, I’ve been exploring and taking it with me. It’s pretty cool”
Yami’s face formed into a blinding smile, and Yugi's breath caught in his throat.
“Yeah! That sounds fun!”
And so they passed their days in joyous companionship.
One day, Yami asked Yugi an unexpected question.
“When we first met..”
“Yeah?”
“You asked me how I got here, but I never asked you. So how did you get here?”
“Ummmm….”
Yugi didn’t really have an answer. He knew he’d woken up here, but he never remembered being awake. But he did have a vague feeling of a presence holding him close and rocking him to sleep. He would never share those feelings, the feelings that were likely a product of deep and personal wish.
“I just kinda… woke up here I guess.”
Yugi paused, and huffed a sigh.
“ I don’t know… I’ve been here for so long, I guess I've forgotten.”
Yugi closed his eyes and his hands curled into fists.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” as Yugi talked, his shoulders began to shudder and salty tears leaked down his cheeks, “ but, I can't remember anything before this. I can’t remember anything about… anything!”
Yugi tries to hold in his sobs, and curls into a ball, and feels his breath come faster and faster. Flashes of a person he didn’t know flow through his vision ,feelings of pain and abandonment and-
“Hey, you okay?” Yami patted his shoulder,shocking him out of his reverie, “ You’re digging your fingernails into your palms.”
He curls his hands around Yugi’s palms and slowly pulls them apart, revealing crescent shaped divots with blood pooling in them. The blood drips onto the floor staining the white clouds a reddish pink.
They don’t say anything for a while. Yami holds Yugi’s palms as he cleans the blood away with spare bits of cloth made of clouds. Then he hesitates for a second, before enveloping Yugi in a hug. Yugi’s hands come to slowly wrap around Yami, as he buries his head into Yami’s shoulder.
“... are you feeling better?”
Yugi nods but pushes his head further into the hug. After a few minutes, he pulls away, wiping away any remaining tears.
“ sorry yami, i know you probably didn’t want a sob story-”
“NO,” he interrupts with such ferocity that Yugi flinches back , “ no, you don’t need to say sorry. The feelings you feel are valid-” As Yami talks, Yugi shifts closer and closer until it looks like he’s trying to merge with Yami.
After a while, they both end up cuddling and fall asleep on each other.
When Yami wakes up, he wakes up slowly. He looks around sleepily then realizes that there's a bit of weight on his lap. As he looks down, he softly smiles. Yugi is sleeping curled up in his lap, and Yami can’t help but chuckle. Until a small humming resonates from the area around them. There's already much more light than there was previously, and Yami can see the purple sheen of Yugi’s hair. Then from a large whorl of a cloud emerges a small puff ball. it ‘s brown with large purple eyes. It waddles its way close to them and Yami can’t help but stare. It looked so fluffy. As he reaches his hand out to touch it, Yugi whimpers, and Yami returns his hand to its previous place. The puff ball, seeming to sense that Yami wanted to touch it, moved closer then hopped near Yugi. Yami braced against the touch, but it felt just as fluffy as the clouds around them. Yugi stirred as the puff rubbed against him and started to purr.
“What's going on?” he said sleepily, and as soon as he realized where he was, he blushed a light pink and scrambled off of Yami’s lap, disturbing the content puff.
“KURIBOH” it cried, as it shook itself in anger. Yugi laughed as he petted it, soothing the puff ball.
“I suppose your name is Kuriboh then..”
Yami also laughed, but for an entirely different reason. Yugi, who had stopped moving when Kuriboh had shrieked, was still half on his lap.
“Hah, you’re so adorable.” Yugi laughed a little. “ Where did you come from, you little thing?”
“KURI!”
“Ah.. I suppose you can’t talk to us in the language we use huh.”
Yugi chuckled again and finally realized he was still partially on Yami's lap.
“oh, I'm so sorry!”
“No, no, you can stay there if you want, I don't mind. “
Yugi blushed harder than Yami had ever seen him blush before. But instead of following through with his initial feeling, he scooted further into Yami's lap.
Days passed and they created a new routine. Day after day, Yugi and Yami would fall asleep together with Kuriboh nestled in Yugi's lap. Then they’d roll the giant ball across the sky, day after day. Then it’d repeat.
But slowly the world changed. Music floated through the air almost every day, and more and more animals appeared. One day, Yami drew Yugi into a dance, as they were about to settle down for the night.
“What?!”
“Come on! Just dance with me!”
A laugh, as light as the sound of chimes that now floated through the air.
“Sure okay“
They danced, and the world became the world we know today.
Flowers sprouted with every two steps, tree’s grew as the music came faster and faster. The ball of light floated and became the sun that we know today. But with the good, came the bad.
With each stumble, perils formed with the world, and as they tripped and fell with all the joy they felt, a large serpent formed, one that sought to destroy the world they created. But they could fight that later.
Now all the pair could feel was an overwhelming happiness, as Yami dipped Yugi one last time. Kuriboh, who had been bouncing along to the musical tune, bounded around them as they laughed and laughed. Then as they looked around they realized that the world around them had changed. They could hear the yelling of children, the rustle of the wind, and the faint sound of a roaring river.
It was wondrous, and they had all the time in their eternal lives to explore it.
~FIN~
WEEK 1 - Sunrise
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WEEK 2 - Mourning
When Yami and Yugi had entered the world, it had been in a joyous rush of power. As Yami had watched his partner fade from the world, it had been in a quiet silence.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
The years before Yugi had disappeared had been the happiest of his life. They’d explored the new world, taking in the sound and scents that the two had miraculously created. It was a harsh difference to Yami’s current, anguished deminor, as he remained as still as a statue, in front of his beloved’s body.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Yugi had gone missing after the heavens had called Yami up for the first time. Yami had stormed back down to the mortal realm, angry and slighted by the Heavens' refusal to accept that Yugi had created the world with his, refusing to believe he even existed! Yami knew that he and Yugi deserved more power, and deserved to rule the arrogant gods that thought that they were the best. He’d wanted to convince them, with force or not, but Yugi had thrown a smile at him, shoved Kuriboh into his arms to pet, and convinced him not to do anything.
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Then the gods had begun to pursue him. He’d gotten an invitation to the summer solstice one night, then another for a gala held by a high ranking god, and that was just the beginning. No matter what he was doing, Yami was bombarded by messenger gods, and Yami was starting to get pissed off. The only thing keeping him together was Yugi’s almost constant presence by his side, and his almost melancholic smile, and the small god of monsters almost always squeaked, and nuzzled at him when he got mad.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
But even when he did accept invites, and brought Yugi along, he heard sneers and guffaws, as if Yugi wasn’t as powerful as him, if not more!
His anger boiled and festered until the final day he had with Yugi. He had been invited to the winter solstice, the day he was the most powerful, and the day Yugi was the most drained, and Yami had come on his wishes. Yugi had hoped that he would make peace with the other gods, join their folds and be more accepted. But Yami knew that he would never join the arrogant fools. They would never accept who he was, the darkness that lay sleeping in his chest. He’d gone anyway, leaving Kuriboh to protect Yugi.
Rage against the dying of the light.
When he’d come back, it was to the crumpled and broken form of Kuriboh on the ground, and Yugi nowhere to be seen. He’d hoped and prayed that Yugi was okay, believed with all his heart that his aibou was alive, as he nursed the little monster to health, and began to search. He’d begged for the first time in his life, to the beings that had created them, those that had bestowed upon them life, to not take it away from Yugi.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
It was too late however. Years and years of searching lead him to a small and decrepit building, Yugi's oldest temple. Inside he could see vines growing from a large hole in the top. Yami could smell the sickly sweet scent of ichor floating through the air. As he entered inside, he left Kuriboh out, determined to shelter him from the horrors that Yami could imagine within. He traveled the large foyer, until he reached the altar room, a room that had held a large statue of the two of them dancing as they’d created the world. But when Yami gazed upon the pedestal, he froze in shock at the sight he saw.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
There was Yugi, alive, but in desperate need of help. Yami sprung into action, reaching towards Yugi to pull him down, but just as their hands almost touched, he could hear Yugi say something quietly, as if he didn’t have the energy to say it louder.
“ I love you Yami..” a wet cough sounded from Yugi’s throat, as a vine began a slow ascent down towards the new source of food, “don’t mourn me beloved, I’ll be back with you -”
He stopped talking, hand growing limp, and breathing shallowly. The vine slid across his throat, and soon, Yami could only stare as a thorn pushed into his beloved's neck.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Yami wasn’t seen for years after, and he was never the same. They’d killed Yugi, they’d taken the only thing that mattered in the world from him, and he knew that they were going to pay.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Yami knew what he was doing was wrong, that he was being too brutal. Despite all of the things that happened to Yugi, he continued smiling. Yami took revenge for him, the one thing that Yugi never desired nor ever thought of.
Do not go gentle into that good night
But Yugi was gone. He would never see a smile as bright as the sun directed at him. They would never play with Kuriboh together again
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Day 2 - Eternity
(inspo - the game Sweet Dreams by C2PHOS)
Yugi’s eyes felt heavy. He’d been on this train for ages. He yawned, checking his phone. After making sure no one had texted him, he stared out into the slow scenery of the area around the sleepy town of Tarrin. It was Yugi’s home town, but he didn’t remember much about it, or about his life there. His eyes dipped further, until he fell asleep.
“ DING DING, A MESSAGE HAS APPEARED.” his ringtone startled him out of the light doze and he fumbled his phone into his hand. It was his father, a shrewd and savage businessman, who held no love, even for his only son.
“Yugi.” the hologram of his father looked bored and annoyed, “ have you reached Tarrin yet? “
“ no, not yet, I’ll be there in -” he checked the arrival times “ - two hours”
“ Good.”
“ uh,” Yugi stumbled over his words, “ what do I do when I get off?”
His father didn’t answer, looking just as, if not even angrier.
“ n-n-never mind”
Yugi’s father cut the call, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Yugi returned to looking outside the window as the train rushed past. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get anymore sleep, now that the seat behind him was filled with an enamored couple making noises. Yugi got up, and moved towards the bathroom, before listing and bumping into someone.
“ s- sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.”
“No, no-” The person chuckled “- it’s okay”
Yugi looked up, and saw the person above him. He had red eyes, and hair with a gradient from red to black. The person's conductor hat was perched jauntily on his hair and gloves covered his hands. He seemed oddly familiar, and Yugi couldn’t help but ask.
“ Sorry, have we met before?”
The person chuckled, “ No, i’m sure that i would have remembered a beauty like you”
Yugi blushed.
“ Either way, my name’s Yami-” he gave a little bow, “ what might your name be?”
“My name’s Yugi,” Yugi’s face looked as bright and red as a strawberry, and he couldn’t help but apologize again, “i’m really sorry for bumping into you-” A yawn burst out of his mouth as he was talking, and his face turned an even brighter red, “- i’m just really tired.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Yami’s eyes turned soft, “ do you want me to get you something? Maybe some tea or coffee to wake you up a bit?”
“ uhh, sure I guess,” Yugi didn’t know what to say, “ I guess I could have some-” He yawned an even bigger yawn this time, and didn’t get to finish his sentence.
“Alright!” Yami didn’t look angry at all and Yugi felt so much more relieved.
“Thank you so much!”
Yami blushed. Yugi didn’t know why but it made him smile a bit.
As Yami traveled down the hall, Yugi noticed the couple who had been making out, motioning Yami over.
“ Hello!” the girl chirped, “ Could me and my darling hubby get a few drinks as well? It’s our anniversary after all!”
She cuddles into her husband and Yugi notices that Yami’s smile that was bright and exuberant a few moments before, had now turned forced.
As if sensing that Yami wasn’t going to give them any drinks, she turned to Yugi.
“Help a girlie out?” She pouted and even though her nagging and the sounds of them making out was really annoying, Yugi couldn’t help but feel like he had to help them. The only problem is that he didn’t know what to do! He debated on asking Yami for them, but he would just be imposing. Then he thought of just paying him for all of the drinks. They would both get drinks and it meant that Yami would get fairly compensated for his work!
Just as Yugi was about to offer to pay for all of them, Yami seemed to change his mind and nodded “ what would you two love birds like today?”
The girl immediately perked up as her husband ordered, “I’ll take a draught beer-”, she chimed in with, “-and I'll take a drink that is made of love, and is the loveliest drink you have!”
She turns back to her husband as they move into a kiss. At this point, Yugi turns around and looks out the window again. He really doesn’t want to watch them make out. As time passes, his eyes droop again and he feels like he’s going to fall asleep. Luckily Yami came by with some pink tea.
“Here you go!” He placed it down with a fanfare, “ Some hot strawberry-peach black tea, for the hottest and sweetest person I know!”
Yugi couldn’t help but blush as he reached out and took the tea. He sniffed it and blew on it to cool it down before taking a sip. It was sweet and a little bit tart, and Yugi couldn’t help but take longer and longer sips. It was addictive.
“Can I sit here? I’m done with all my work right now, and I’d love to get to know you better!” Yami asked , and Yugi couldn’t think of a reason to say no.
“Sure, I guess.” Yugi took another sip, “ I'm not very good company though.”
It was true, Yugi had never been the most outgoing person, and had always preferred to be alone with his games. The only friend he had that he could remember, was Anzu and even then, they weren’t really friends.
“Sooo.. why are you going to Tarrin? It’s not everyday that we get new visitors.”
Yugi hummed a bit, “ it’s my hometown-” even though he was still drinking the tea, his eyes continued to droop and he yawned, “- and i haven't been there in years.”
“Hmm, since you haven’t been here in a while,” a hum from Yugi, “ Maybe I could show you around sometime.”
“Yeah… that would be nice but - ” Yugi felt dazed and a bit light headed, “ -I have to meet an old friend when we get down.”
Yami’s eyes turned sharp.
“Who is this friend?”
“It’s just Anzu-” Yugi yawns again and he looks down at the tea, “- I thought this tea was supposed to wake me up”
It's said in a murmur, and Yami seems to perk up a bit.
“ Here, this should wake you up-” Yami moves in close, and rests his forehead against Yugi’s, and takes off his gloves. He moves his hand to touch Yugi's face, and he can feel Yami’s hot breath against his skin. Normally he’d blush, but he just felt so tired.
“I.. were you trying to shock me awake?” Yugi asked, his voice slurring.
“Yeah-” Yami laughs “ - I guess”
He moves down the seat and stands up.
“ I’ve got to go take care of something in a separate car- ” he kneels down to the now almost unconscious Yugi, “- but I’ll be right back soon, okay”
Yugi lazily looks up at him and nods. Yami leaves, and in Yugi’s dazed state, he can only barely tell that he’s the only one in the car. “The couple that was here before must have left”, he thinks, and closes his eyes.
When Yugi reopens them, it’s to the sight of Yami sitting across from him again, holding yet another cup of tea.
“Hey, Yugi!”
“Hi..” Yugi pushes himself up in his seat, “ sorry for falling asleep”
“It’s no problem!”
“You sure?” Yugi yawns again, “ Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so tired today, “
“It's not a problem!” Yami winks, “ It’s always a pleasure to take care of you! Anyway, I brought you some more tea- “ he holds out the cup and Yugi reaches for it, “ - hopefully it’ll help you stay awake this time”
Yugi kinda hopes it will too. He checks his phone again, and he sees that it's been an hour.
“ so-” Yugi starts to talk again, “- how long have you been in charge of the train?”
“All my life-” Yami grabs Yugi’s hand, and slides into the seat next to him, “- I inherited the train from my parents. It's a family business”
“That's pretty cool!” Yugi took another sip of his tea, “ do you have any plans to retire?”
“Not at this time, no-” Yami’s eyes turned wistful, “- I’m currently waiting for my beloved to come home.”
“Wow!” Yugi was amazed “ how long have you been waiting for them?”
“6 years, they moved after..” Yami paused, seemingly overcome with emotion, “ after an…accident.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry… have you gotten in touch with them?”
“No, they were forbidden to contact anyone”
Yugi felt a surge of sadness, since he’d had the same thing happen to him. Once he and his father had moved, for 2 years he wasn’t allowed to contact anyone other than his father. It was excruciating, and Yugi couldn’t help but feel sorry for Yami's partner.
“Oh god, it must be so hard!”
“Yeah, it is pretty hard. I miss him a lot.”
Yami looked pained, as if it was hard to talk about it, and he quickly changed the topic.
“ so, why’d you move? From Tarrin, I mean.”
“Uhh -” Yugi didn’t know how to talk about this, but he supposed that he owed it to Yami, “ - i got into a bad accident.” he brushed his bangs aside, revealing a large scar.
“ What happened?” Yami had a slightly hungry look on his face, not that Yugi noticed.
“ I..don’t actually know,” Yugi brushed his hair back over the scar, “ everyone says that i was home alone when something hit me in the head,” Yugi shivered, “ but i don’t think that's true. I know that someone else was there. I wasn’t alone that day.”
Yami hummed, “damn, I’m sorry.” Yami pushed tea up closer to Yugi, “Here, drink some tea. It might help calm you down”
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Yami gets up again as Yugi begins to sip his tea again.
“ I need to grab something from the back rooms, I’ll be back ”
Yugi nods, continuing to sip his tea, beginning to feel the sleepiness on the edges of his vision, creep in again. He finishes his tea, and as his eyes begin to sink, he can feel Yami slip in behind him, and hold him as he falls asleep.
Yami cradles Yugi as he falls asleep for the second time.
“Oh, Yugi-” he says outloud, his bloodied hands running through his hair, “- your bangs have grown longer.”
As he stares at Yugi, he can’t help but brush aside the bangs covering the scar that Yami had created, so long ago.
“ I know you want to stay, but I know someone will pull you away from me again-” Yugi stirred a bit in his sleep and as Yami soothed him, he couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “- I know, I know aibou, I missed you too. “
He held Yugi in his arms as he headed to his private cabin, opening a door and stepping around a body and the spilled assortment of organs and pureed flesh on the floor as he moved to open the second door. He stepped inside, closed the door behind him. The room was dark, and only slightly lit up by a single dingy light. Yami flicked it on, and placed Yugi on the lavish bed in front of him.
“ I love you Yugi. Now I have to clean up the mess outside. Take care, I’ll get you more tea in a few moments. We, no.. I have all eternity to make you fall in love with me again.”
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Yugi looked down at his tea. He didn’t drink anymore of it, having a bad feeling about it and got up out of his seat. He walked over to the bathroom hoping to splash his face with some cold water and just as he began to open the door, he paused. Yugi could hear the sound of someone sobbing, and really, what else could he do but help them.
He quietly sneaks behind the door and cracks it open. There was the girl who was with her husband an hour before. Yugi had thought that they’d gotten off at a previous stop. He was about to go in to check on her, when a voice appeared from the darkness.
“ Oh.. my dear, did you fall down-” a shadow cast down upon her, a familiar spikey haired silhouette “- let me help you up.” a hand reached down and forcefully grasped her forearm and in a harsh contrast to its voice, pulled her to her feet. As the shadowed person came into Yugi's view, he froze.
It was Yami.
“Let me GO!” the woman wrenched her arm out of his grip and stumbled back, “ why are you doing this!”
A chuckle, “ because,” he stepped forward, his voice scarily calm, and grabbed her by the shoulder, “you tried to separate me,” he wrenched her shoulder out of her joint with an audible pop and covered her mouth as she let out a muffled scream, “ and my beloved!”.
Yami’s voice rose slightly and he pulled her back and let her go. As she fell to the floor, Yami moved back to grab a heavy pot and brought it forward with a heavy clang.
“ so,” he said, his voice returning to its regular cadence, “since you haven’t gotten what you interrupted us for,” he pours the contents of the pot into a glass with a thick plop, “ i’m going to give it to you whether you like it-” he corners her against the wall and shoves the drink to her mouth, “- or not”.
From the angle Yugi's at, he can see the drink clearly, and he holds in a scream. It’s a reddish brown mixture with chunks of an unidentifiable meat floating in it, or at least it would be unidentifiable if not for the singular human eye floating in the sludge. The girl screams and thrashes.
“ What did you do to Mark!!” she screams and attempts to wriggle her way out of his grip.
“ What do you mean? Your lover-” he says it with distaste as he taps the cup, “ -is right here.”
She screamed, an ear piercing scream, only muffled by Yami stuffing his already bloody gloves in her mouth.
He shushes her, then leans in close and says something that Yugi can’t hear. She nods and he takes out the glove, only to quickly replace it with the cup, forcing her to drink it.
She struggles, holding her mouth closed as the bloody mix of guts, blood, and flesh splashes against her mouth. Yami holds her nose closed and as the girl has to take a breath, he spills into her mouth. Involuntarily she drinks it, and once the cup is finished, he releases her.
“Why.. why are you doing this- she scrambles back, whispering as if she’s afraid that Yami will force her to continue drinking the remains of her partner, “ i don’t understand..” she whimpers, and after a moment, she springs forward in a fit of bravery.
“ you, f*cking PSYCHO-” the girl punches him, once, twice, before he grapples her back to the ground, “- all this because Mark saw you sprinkling powder into that boy's drink!”
Yugi’s been staring in silence, not wanting to believe his eyes. He steps back, until he can’t see the door any longer. Then he turns, and runs a little to his seat on the train car. He sits, then stares at the seemingly innocent cup of tea in disbelief. Yami had drugged him. That's why he was so sleepy once he finished drinking the tea. He fumbles for his phone, now desperate to call someone, to let them know what happened when a scream sounded from the room that Yugi was peaking into, then gurgling like someone was drowning. It caught Yugi by surprise when he heard footsteps behind him.
“ Did you, perhaps-” Yugi could feel Yami’s hand curling over his shoulder, “ see something you shouldn’t have? “
Yugi froze. “Uhhh, what do you mean?”
He tried to put his phone back into his pocket, so that maybe, just maybe he could survive, but it was too late. Yami reached his hand around to Yugi’s shoulder, reminiscent of the way they had sat a few moments earlier.
“ Don’t try to lie to me, Aibou-” his hand moved down towards the phone Yugi still clutched in his hand, “ - I can always tell.” he grabbed and crushed the phone as Yugi sat there in silence.
“I.. I didn't see anything-” Yugi managed to stammer out right before Yami grabbed his hand in a bruising grip.
“ I told you. Don’t. Lie. To. Me.”
“ Why.. Why did you do it?!”
“ Do what?” Yami’s grip loosened, and he moved closer to Yugi, cramming him against the train wall.
“Why did you hurt her? Why did you-” Yami interrupted with a maniacal laugh.
“ she deserved what she got, the b!tch”
“You’re insane!” Yugi tried to push Yami away, to try to get out, but just as he did, Yami grabbed his shoulder, “My darling…where are you going?”
Yami pulled him back, pressing his head to his own, “ She tried to separate us again! She and her pathetic husband didn’t deserve to live”
Yugi tried to pull away again, but Yami’s grip was too strong.
“What do you mean! Just let me go!”
“ I know you’ve been fooled and lied to, but just stay with me-”
“NO, LET ME GO! I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU!!”
Yami’s eyes turned angry.
“ I know you don’t remember me, or the lives we lived together, but you belong with me! You belong to ME, and no one can ever separate us.”
Yami looked maniacal, and Yugi was petrified.
He continued ranting, not noticing that Yugi was slipping out from under his grip until it was too late. Yugi made a dash for the bathroom, only just getting enough time to lock the door. Yami started to pound on the bathroom, and Yugi was just able to send a message to the latest contact on his phone. Then Yami broke down the door and Yugi couldn’t remember anything else.
Yami was angry. He was frustrated, and mad because no matter what he had to do, how many lives he lived, he could never get Yugi to come with him quietly. He busted in the door, knocked Yugi out quickly, and was finally able to hold the person he had been living for the entire time.
He’d cradled him again, and gazed at his face, then had checked the place he’d hit to knock him out to make sure he hadn't given him a concussion.
Yami's been doing this for forever, since he had met Yugi, thousands of years ago, or well, since he’d met a god that shared Yugi’s soul. They’d been partners until he’d found out, that while he lived as long as his
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May 30 - 2024 Thursday
10:36pm
5/10
Last night I recorded a good morning voice message for DS because I felt like it. Doing small little things like that is important for me because usually I'd refrain in case its too silly or something. My prompt yesterday was "let your voice be heard" and I did, literally. Its a very small thing but the intent behind it is large.
This morning I took the dogs out and showered. I made a frozen breakfast sandwich for lunch but I cut up my own onions for it and applied some hot sauce. Usually I'd eat something with it to help it agree with my tummy but I figured I could without because I wanted to eat small meals today since I've been up a couple pounds. My body handled it okay it seems. I had watched a sorta beginner art course video that explained using large areas and then using ovals to define planes easily which is exactly what i've been doing on my own.
To warm up today, I filled in all the little space left on my sketch sheet with rough gestures. Then I finished a YCH edit, did a YCH for 57, and readied a couple commissions for next month.
After work I spent time before lunch contacting people, doing some chores, and tending to my patreon. It was a very productive hour. For lunch I made soup and a grilled cheese. I gave myself ample time to chill and take a break since I actually felt like I earned it. Unfortunately I didn't know what I wanted to chill with so I watched an unsatisfying stream. The guy I like watching lately has starting playing CS:GO and similar games which actually melt my brain to watch. It's soooooo boring.
I finished this Celestia AI redraw I was working on this afternoon and worked on this Zelda drawing I had on the backburner. I asked TK if she wanted to call but she wasn't up for it today so I joined BR's server vc even though it was empty. I really needed to socialize because so few people have been around lately in general. BT joined but he's kinda weird and info dumps about stuff. Also nearly pulled me into the drama he's in surrounding other server members that I know nothing about. I also worked on my pony avatar for an hour.
After work I left the VC to play Cities Skylines. I got a couple new mods that might be crashing the game so I think I'll remove them. Admittedly I barely planned on using them. I asked DS if she wanted to chill and we did. I played Cities for a bit until it crashed, trying to relax and just have fun instead of making it feel like a chore or exercise. I realize I should be opening google earth and looking up locations for inspiration. It usually makes it very fun but feels like "cheating" as stupid as that sounds. Its the kind of mindset I want to let go of for any game I play. Its just a GAME I am PLAYing. Anyways she put on the 4 current episodes of season 2 of Smiling Friends which was a blast. Then we watched highlights of Oneyplays roasting the Nostalgia Critic and I suggested we watch a video of his so I have better context of who he actually is. I've always heard about him but never watched him. Then we did our puzzles before she headed off to bed since she has to wake up extra early tomorrow. I looked back on our evening feeling bad that I was so mellow and uninteresting. Its because I don't have anything on my mind to talk about lately with anyone really. Like I haven't taken in any new information to use. Its also possible I'm not treating myself with enough respect to speak my mind. Maybe I'm just thinking about things I don't think are worth sharing. Or maybe it's okay to have nothing on my mind really so I can just enjoy whatever is happening.
I tried playing some Roblox but my internet was cutting out like 1 out of every 3 minutes. I joined BR's server where they were watching the old ninja turtles movie which they still are as I write this.
My parents got home today so I don't have to tend to the dogs anymore. I did very good work today which I'm proud of, I have no regrets about my work ethic today. I just hope I can get out of this social rut, I don't feel like Im building relationships at all.
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Heyy tumblr!! So i just found some andi mack fanfiction that i wrote in like 7th grade and its kinda bad but i thought id share it with you anyway! Theres two complete ones in there and another that i never got around to finishing, nor do i remember what the plot was supposed to be. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions please feel free to share them with me.
Enjoy and like i said these might be rlly bad i literally wrote them like three years ago ahaha
Also I'm rlly sorry it took me so long to upload this, I've had lots of homework for the past few weeks and also I was being a lazy slug so I never got around to it. But it's here now, and I hope you enjoy!
Cool Dude (yeah i know the title sucks but bear with me pls) (also btw i think this is supposed to take place in like season 2? I rlly dont remember so whenever feels right to you)
"Heeeey, bruuuh...," Cyrus said, trying to sound cool. Buffy and Andi broke out laughing.
When Andi finally caught her breath, she said, "Sorry, Cyrus. I just--I couldn't keep a straight face!" She burst out again. Cyrus sighed.
"Guys, I'm really nervous. I need you to help me," he whined.
"We're trying, Cyrus," Andi reminded him.
"Oh, no! It's Jonah! He's here!" Cyrus, worried, peered over Andi's shoulder. Andi turned around and Buffy--who was sitting next to Cyrus in the booth--leaned over to see.
"He's coming over! He's coming over!"
"Cyrus, calm down," Buffy tried to soothe him.
"Hey, guys," Jonah greeted, sliding in next to Andi in the booth.
"Hi, Jonah," Cyrus replied hoarsely, trying to sound cool and kerp his nerves down. Jonah made a face.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Oh, nothin'. No BD. I'm cool," Cyrus answered in his weird, I'm-trying-to-be-cool-but-I-make-this-voice-so-I-don't-sound-like-it voice. He looked at Buffy like help me Buffy just shrugged.
"Youu're acting...weird." Jonah looked thoroughly confused and concerned. "Cyrus, are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm--I'm okay. I just--I need to go." Cyrus stood and fled the Spoon.
Jonah looked over at Andi. "Is he going to be okay?" Andi put her hand on Jonah's.
"...Yeah. Yeah, he'll be okay." She and Buffy stood up. "But we should...go, you know..."
"Yeah...Yeah, of course." As they left, Amber walked toward Jonah. She sat down across from him in the booth, her eyes grazing his soul.
"Don't do anything stupid, Jonah," she told him, "or you'll lose her. God knows you'll pay the price if you break her heart." And with that, she looked over at Andi, stood up, and left, leaving a bewildered Jonah to ponder and think about what she said.
Meanwhile, with the Good Hair Crew
"Sorry, guys. I was just really nervous. What if he doesn't like me anymore once I tell him? I want to, but he'll think of me differently," Cyrus confided.
Buffy put a hand on his shoulder. "Cyrus. We don't think of you as any different. And you're not any different. Besides, if he does think of you differently, then he's not good enough for you, anyway. And he's gonna end up with a black eye and a bruised ego if he does." Andi nodded in agreement.
Cyrus looked at them with love in his eyes and pulled his two best friends into a tight hug. "Oh, thanks, guys. I seriously don't know what I'd do without you."
"Just another service we provide," Andi and Buffy quoted in unison. The three best friends burst into laughter.
After a few minutes passed, Buffy stood up and patted Cyrus' back. "Come on, Cool Dude. Let's go."
The Perfect Gift
"Dude," Jonah said with a sigh. "I need help."
Bowie kind of chuckled, in a confused way. "With what?" They were at Rooster Records, Bowie's guitar/music shop.
"You know I'm bad at giving people gifts," Jonah reminded him.
"You're not... that bad," Bowie tried to amend in a high-pitched voice before he was silenced by Jonah's glare. Sighing in defeat, he prompted, "Umm, your point?"
"I need help getting a gift for Andi." Jonah released another tired breath. "I've tried, but she hates everything give her." When Bowie knitted his eyebrows im doubt, Jonah elaborated, "No, seriously. I once gave her a grain of rice with her name on it. Spelled incorrectly."
Bowie grimaced. "Okay, so maybe your gift-giving skills need a little work. Even so, you should still be the one to pick out a gift you're giving to someone."
"But--I don't know what to do!" Jonah protested.
"Dude, just trust your instincts. Do what you think is really right. Maybe get her something artsy. Or--You know what? You're pretty good with the guitar. Maybe you could write her something!" Bowie grinned.
"You--you really think so?"
"Yes! You're amazing, man! I know you can do it!"
Jonah smiled. "Thanks. I'm really glad I talked to you."
"Yeah. Me too. Hey, anytime, man. Anytime."
Lost
"Ugh!" Frustrated, I bang my fists on the desk, the pencil cup I made out of yarn and popsicle sticks yesterday tipping over and spilling its contents onto the table. I lean forward and concentrate on my computer screen, willing it to show me what I want to see. "Come on, come ON! You have to be out there somewhere!" I slam the laptop shut, tears welling in my eyes. I can't look at it any longer, a reminder of what I so badly don't want to acknowledge. I put my face in my hands instead.
Hearing a light knock on the door, I turn around to see one of my best friends, Buffy Driscoll, in the doorway. Behind her stands Cyrus Goodman, my other best friend.
I slowly rise to my feet. "Guys," I start, making my way towards them. They follow suit and step my way, concern and sympathy written on their faces. "I can't--I can't find her." That's all I need tk say before they step forward and sweep me into their arms, and I sob into their shoulders.
"Buffy rubs my back comfortingly. "It'll be okay," she soothes. "We'll find her."
"Yeah! We're the Good Hair Crew. We make it happen," Cyrus confirms.
#andi mack#old fics#cyrus is gay#but you already know that#slight ambi if you squint#tj isnt in this#but its okay#he'll be in them in the future#cyrus goodman#buffy driscoll#jonah beck#bowie quinn#amber kippen
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Finalized Update Schedule: October 8, 6:00 am (GMT+8)
Hello! I hope you’ve all been doing well this week! Like I mentioned above, the update’s finally coming :) And there’ll be no further delays, I promise. I will be sending the edited last scene for the update to my testers later, or tomorrow morning if my headache still persists tonight, but I’m truly excited to show you this!
As of now, there are three main things I wanted to discuss:
FUTURE UPDATES
For the sake of my health, mentally speaking and to help my eye issues recover somewhat, I will be taking a one-week break from writing after every update. I’ll still be answering asks, but I’ll be limiting myself to that.
Reblogs for the updates are very much appreciated every time. That’s really the only way for me to reach more readers, and it’s also quite motivating when I see folks reblog my silly posts and my silly game.
I’m no longer going to write as many prompts as I did last year; I kinda learned my lesson with that (that was a very bad idea of mine). When I do share prompt lists, it will probably be every 2 or 3 months, and you’ll have to wait a week or two before I actually get to writing your requests.
My target right now is to upload an update every 2 months, although this will only be possible if I get to focus on writing.
Please expect there to be more edits to preceding updates once I upload the next ones. It’s just how I write. For all the years I’ve written screenplays, I’ve never finished one without making a lot of edits to the opening parts. This will likely happen here, too. What I plan, though, is to do these edits once I’ve given my updates to the testers and before publicly releasing them, so there will be no time wasted on it.
Any kind of feedback and/or suggestion will be appreciated every time I push out an update; they help in motivating me, which then equates to a faster pace of writing, as weird as that may sound.
The first book for Hollowed Minds is quite long, so I will be looking forward to your continued support!
If anyone here has a better sense of time management than I do, please help me out and give me some tips lmao.
PATREON
I’m planning to launch my patreon a week or so after the update; I’m also aiming to set up my ko-fi in a way that you could choose to get the same benefits there instead if you wish to.
I hope y’all wouldn’t see this as greediness or anything alike, but I’d definitely prefer to focus on writing Hollowed Minds as much as I can, without a lot of distractions. Gradually raising funds through these platforms would help in doing that, while ensuring that more frequent updates will come in the future and that everything with regards to my health would be properly taken care of. Setting this up will also help me manage my time more efficiently through stricter deadlines, and you’ll be free to cancel your subscription at any time.
I want to ask for your inputs with regards to the content you wish to see in here. So far, I’ve been planning for: sneak peeks, lore content and q & a, more plot-oriented snippets for the ROs, bonus short stories for the characters, access to polls, and a 2-week early access to the succeeding updates once applicable. I honestly don’t want anyone to just waste their money, so knowing what you want to see would be great.
A weekly progress will be kept free to view here on tumblr, though I will also start posting them on patreon and on ko-fi. (I might not post them at certain times if I feel like I didn’t have sufficient progress to report about.)
FEEDBACK
I don’t like having to keep asking for them, but really, receiving any sort of opinion about the game and especially about its characters will help a tremendous amount. While I do have testers, it’s not as if they can catch every issue in it, so knowing how you feel about the overall flow will be appreciated.
I will be searching for more testers for the next update, so keep your eyes peeled!
Do note that you can choose to send your feedback here, on the discord, or on the forums, wherever you prefer.
I feel like I’m forgetting something, but uh, I’ll just reblog an edited version of this if I do remember. See you soon!
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I want to pre-emptively say that what I'm gonna ask is in good faith and I'm really curious, that said I wanted to ask since you are the one who I follow who enjoys Elysia a lot and I tend to find really interesting your readings of characters:
What is it that makes Ellie that enjoyable for you? I genuinely am perplexed because It feels to me like a character I would normally like, the whole motif of loving humanity, not by necessity or weird cult, but out of pure admiration of what humanity can be feels like something I would enjoy, but throughout the whole ER experience Elysia has always prompted an eye rolling experience to me, and I think it may be because of how much everyone seems to not be able to shut up about how great she is for a second, but I feel I'm probably biased by an annoyance I've head with her before hand from interacting with a vocal subset of fans of her wich usually ends up being "she hot, repeated sex and horn joke n.387" so I ended up kind of skimming through when dialogue involving her was present.
Sorry for the long ask but now that ER has ended I wanted to try and see If I'm missing something with her, and if you decide to respond to this long-ass ask thank you in advance, if you don't feel like I absolutely get it dw and thank you for your time
I think, first off, it's perfectly ok to not like her! She seemed to be a pretty hit or miss character, many people love her but a lot also don't like her at all. That's totally fine.
For me, first of all I liked the mystery about her. When you're really trying to think of what's up with a character, you think more about them, and if you think a lot about a character you'll usually get attached. If you're not interested, obviously that's not gonna happen. She made me curious! She had a lot of sneaky sneaky recollections, and to be honest some things she could do haven't been clearly explained even now.
Second thing, Elysia made me laugh a lot. She just says completely shameless and outrageous things, and she's not shy about what she thinks or wants— she's also a huge tease who knows exactly what to say to gently bully her friends. Laughing is a positive experience, I like doing it, so it made me like her even more!
Third thing that got kinda dropped in Elysium Everlasting (SHAME), but was more present in ER chapter 1 and 2, is how they were actively subverting the "she's perfect" narrative. Elysia will say outrageous things, but whoever she's talking to reacts more like *facepalm*. Mei, Mobius and to a lesser extent Su would do that. It creates a comedic dynamic, sometimes at her expense ("must be growing up" "you're just getting fat, Elysia"), sometimes not, and balances out what she says. Even in her enemy collection, you have Elysia bragging, Mei asking "Can anyone keep her under control?" and Kevin answering "No". It's very funny, and it disarms the annoyance I feel, because the other characters are literally siding with me. (But they like her anyway).
Fourth I guess comes her actual character, she's a nice girl who wants to make everyone around her happy, but she is also profoundly lonely and covers up her negative feelings with smiles and jokes. That kind of character is fun to write and read about! She's also very insightful so she delivers so good lines to other characters too, which is ALSO very good. I like seeing her be soft, but I like see her teasing too. Just a delight to write and read about.
Fifth she is very pretty and fun to play, I always enjoy my runs with her! Not a fan of the color pink myself but her model is very very well made, and her gameplay feels really good to me. Then again I love most characters' gameplay, as long as they don't hurt my hand hahaha.
Sixth she is very memeable and I love making jokes and memes so that made me like and think about her more, joins back with point two except I'm the one joking around.
Let's stop here... getting a bit long. But on top of my head that's what I like about her!
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I saw you wanted Hero x Villain writing prompts? (you posted like 2 weeks ago but I just found your blog so eh) I gift you some prompts that I most definitely might use in my own works some day too, and that anyone else is free to use!
Prompt: Hero and Villain play a board game to pass the time on a rooftop but one of them gets super competitive and super into it, like that Parks and recs scene:
Ben: It's a white flag, and you better start waving it now, Leslie!
Leslie: The only thing I'll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!
Ben: ...Good Lord.
(I like just saw this today, also its fine that it’s been like two weeks, I’ve been kinda inactive anyway. Um this piece is probably a lot different than you would have imagined it coming out. I got distracted and it went a weird direction)
It’s Just Only Games.
Why Hero agreed to play Monopoly of all games with Villain, they’d never be able to give you a good answer.
Hero and Villain had been waiting to infiltrate Supervillain’s headquarters but they still had hours before the right time.
And like they knew this moment would be the perfect time, they asked Hero if they wanted to play a board game, specifically Monopoly. Hero foolishly agreed.
Hero had no idea how competitive Villain was. So they had no choice but to be competitive back, or so they tried.
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“Ha! I have both Park Place annnnd Board Walk, with! A hotel on it. You will be in debt quicker than I can disarm you in a fight.” Villain said with a devilish smile as they paid for the hotel on Board Walk.
Hero had to admit that they would probably lose if they already had enough money for a Board Walk and Park Place hotel. They still had a fighting chance though.
“Well Villain. You may have a lot of money now, but it will soon be gone on my properties, as you can see that I have all the railroads, and utilities, plus I have hotels on the pink properties and houses on the yellows.” Hero retorted as they rolled the dice, “might as well give me your money now.”
“The only money being handed over will be to me, and it will be included with your inheritance after this little alliance expires.”
“Pleaseeee, you can’t be serious,” Hero taunted,” The only inheritances being exchanged will be yours after I crush you and your pesky villain friends.” It was Hero’s turn again, and they rolled a five, resulting in landing on Villain’s Board Walk. “…Shit.”
“Look who’s talking now Nit-wit. You don’t even have enough on you. Time to take those hotels and houses off your properties~” Villain mocked.
“Hmph- This game is pointless, I can tell I won’t win at this point. Why don’t I just give up now, you obviously will win,” Hero complained.
“No, don't do that! Let me have a satisfactory win! You just can’t handle me winning, can you?”
“No! It’s not that-“
Hero was abruptly interrupted as Villain suddenly used their teleportation abilities and was immediately right in front of Hero, “What is it then?”
Hero, who was incredibly startled and at loss for the sudden mood change from competitiveness of the game to whatever this was. As a result they backed up on the roof they were sitting on until they hit a brick wall behind them. Villain just teleported in front of them again waiting for a reply.
Hero blushed furiously from their closeness, “Wh-what is this Villain! It was just a game!”
“Yeah.. but I like games,” Villain pouted, “but if you want to quit.. we could play a different game,” Villain hooked their finger under Hero’s chin and moved their head up to meet their gaze. Villain held a playful smile, while Hero continued to blush uncontrollably.
“What- what do you mean a different game? Villain, please, this is getting stupid-“ Hero said nervously.
“Shh shh shh Hero, the game is a surprise. Would you like to play?” Villain winked.
“Fine.. I suppose it’s better than sitting through a losing Monopoly game-“ Hero sighed.
“Aw, brighten up Hero, I know you like me and my games more than you let on. Trust me, you will like this game.”
“Okay…” Hero said with uncertainty.
Villain grabbed Hero’s hips and pulled them close. Whispering they said, “and if you like it, you can always come back to play later.” Before Hero could respond with some nervous retort, Villain pressed their lips to Hero’s. Hero was stuck against the wall and all they could do was reach their arms over Villain’s shoulders and melt into it.
From a few buildings over, Supervillain stood on another rooftop. They have been watching for over a half hour watching their board game escalate. They just merely shook their head. Their base would not be invaded tonight.
(I’m sorry I didn’t mean for romance to happen oops)
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Chips and Orange Soda
Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shot
Pairing: Reader x Jake Peralta
Other Characters: Raymond Holt, Rosa Diaz
Warnings: theft
Summary: When a series of bodegas are robbed, Holt assigns Jake and Rosa on the case. You, a cashier, become a suspect, but Jake has a gut feeling that you’re not a suspect at all. In fact, he thinks you’re the key to solving the case.
Part Two: Chips and Orange Soda (part ii)
Word Count: 2,697
A/N: my submission for @locke-writes‘ writing challenge! i know everyone wanted me to post the whole fic at once but then it ended up being 5k+ words i made the executive decision that it was probably best for everyones sanity to split it up into 2 parts. think of it as a commercial break in the episode <3 i’m gonna disclaimer this by saying that i’m not a cop or in law enforcement. idk how this shit works. i tried my best but this isn’t legally accurate. anyway! based on the prompt: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
reblog/feedback/comments are very much appreciated!!!
“Not late! I’m not late!” Jake announces, rushing into the briefing room with his bag still slung over his shoulder. He ignores the eye rolls from Amy and Terry, and plops down in the seat Charles has saved for him. He leans back, dumping his bag on the floor as he tries to catch his breath, before noticing Holt’s disapproving stare. “I’m not! Look, I’m right on time!”
Jake points over at the clock hanging on the wall, and Holt glances over his shoulder before turning back to Jake. “You’re fifteen minutes late, Peralta. That clock broke down two days ago.”
Jake takes a proper look at the clock, which, sure enough, is frozen at three minutes past two o’clock.
“Okay, well…” Jake cringes. “I had a flat tire?”
“As I was saying,” Holt ignores Jake’s excuse, reorganizing the case files on the podium as the squad quickly focuses. Pulling up a few pictures on the television, Holt curtly explains, “Two bodegas were robbed last night, and we suspect it may be the same person, or group or people, who robbed the three bodegas last week. Thankfully, no one was injured, but we need to crack down on this case before it happens again.”
The squad nods in agreement, and Amy taps her pen against the desk as she takes notes. Gesturing towards Rosa, Holt asks, “Diaz, you were investigating last week’s robberies. Where are you in solving the case?”
“Nowhere, sir.” Rosa begrudgingly admits, folding her arms across her chest as she shakes her head. “Forensics dusted the place for prints but found nothing, and the security footage was crap. Couldn’t pull any good images because it was so old. All I know is that it looks like at least two individuals are involved.”
Holt slowly nods, pressing his lips together as he deliberates this. Pointing at Jake, he orders, “Conduct some interviews around the block, see if anyone saw anything. Perhaps you’ll have more luck this time. And take Peralta with you, you’ll be able to cover more ground. Everyone, you’re dismissed.”
Jake looks over his shoulder to exchange a nod with Rosa before everyone gets to their feet. Holt closes up his file, and quickly stops Jake before he can leave the room, “Oh, and Jake?”
Jake pauses in the doorway. “Yes, sir?”
“While you’re out, you can get some new batteries for the clock.” Holt points back at the defunct clock. Raising an eyebrow, Holt continues, “So next time, you can actually take a look at how late you are.”
Beside him, Amy can’t help but snort at Jake’s expense, and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.
—
Jake jogs over to the bodega, a cup of coffee in hand from the nearby food cart. He ducks under the police tape bordering the store, and he gingerly steps around the shattered glass scattered on the pavement. He can already see Rosa inside, taking off her sunglasses and hooking them on the collar of her shirt, and he can see that the forensics team have already marked up the scene. Rosa looks up as Jake approaches, and she informs him, “This one’s different from the others; they actually broke in instead of picking the lock. Otherwise, they took all the cash, and it doesn’t look like anything from the inventory was taken.”
“Which is kinda weird, considering this place has pretty cool chip flavors and orange soda.” Jake points to a nearby shelf, and Rosa shoots him a look. Shrugging, Jake looks at the rest of the shelves and the fridge as he mumbles to himself, “I’m just saying.”
“Security footage from this whole week is missing too.” Rosa continues. She groans, shaking her head as she takes another glance around the scene. “I don’t know how we’re going to get anywhere with this.”
The two of them make their way back outside, where a small crowd is now lingering outside the store, curiously trying to peek inside as the cops try to corral everyone. Pointing at them, Rosa suggests, “Maybe we can find a witness.”
Jake follows her gaze, quickly sweeping over the individuals before his gaze lands on you. Your eyes momentarily meet, but you quickly look away and turn your attention back to the smashed glass. You’re cute, Jake thinks to himself with a grin, all bundled up in a denim jacket that, and when you turn to look at something over your shoulder, he can’t help but notice has a cool design of some planets stitched on the back. Rolling back his shoulders, Jake holds out his cup of coffee, and he says, “Allow me to handle this, Rosa,”
Rosa rolls her eyes at the annoyingly confident tone Jake quickly adopts, and pointedly refuses to hold Jake’s coffee for him.
“Alright then,” Jake awkwardly takes his coffee back, and he gulps down the rest, fanning his tongue as it burns his mouth. Tossing it aside into a nearby trash can, Jake quickly composes himself, readjusting his jacket before approaching you. He offers you his hand, and you hesitate before shaking it, and Jake introduces, “Hey, I’m Detective Peralta. Cool jacket, by the way.”
“y/n.” you introduce yourself with a small smile, shaking his hand before you pull away to self consciously tug at the sleeves of your jacket. “And thanks. My friend made it for me as a birthday gift.”
“Nice,” Jake grins at you, before gesturing over his shoulder. “You come here often? It’s a pretty awesome bodega.”
“Uh, well, I work here.” you slowly respond, and you can see something in Jake’s expression falter as his cheeks get red. You bite back a smile as you continue, “So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“Cool, cool, cool, cool,” Jake nods, fumbling to come up with a response. His palms suddenly feel sweaty, and he scrambles to think of his next question.
“I’ll let our owner know, by the way.” you pipe up, and Jake blinks at you. Nervously chuckling, you add, “That you think the bodega is awesome. He’ll appreciate it.”
“Oh!” Jake laughs, and you can’t help but smile. Gesturing to the store, Jake continues, “I’ve gotta say, your snack selection is the best I’ve ever seen. I mean, you’ve got every flavor of everything in there! Also, any place that carries orange soda is automatically awesome in my book.”
“Well of course,” you respond with a smile. “It’s the best flavor!”
“Right?!” Jake perks up, and the both of you dissolve into laughter before Jake looks over his shoulder and notices Rosa glaring at him. Quickly clamming up, Jake attempts to focus himself, and his eyes widen as he remembers the fact that you work here. “Are you the cashier or something?”
“Yep.” you nod, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “I just worked yesterday, too. I can’t believe someone robbed it last night.”
“What time were you here until?” Jake asks.
“The shop closes around midnight, and I was the one who locked up.” you answer, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Jake can’t help but notice as you momentarily break his gaze, and you glance at the store before back at him. “Usually our owner, Gabriel, closes up, but he’s been sick this past week, so I’ve been helping out.”
“Got it,” Jake nods, mentally taking note of all this information. The both of you look up as Rosa joins in on the conversation, and Jake continues, “And I’m assuming you didn’t see any sign of suspicious activity before you left?”
You shake your head, uneasily glancing over at Rosa as she looks at you. “Sorry, Detective.”
“No, you’ve actually been super helpful.” Jake reassures you, and he offers you a friendly smile that puts you at ease. You relax, and Jake continues, “It helps us roughly estimate when the crime took place. Do you know anything about your security footage, by the way? This is my partner, Detective Diaz, and she noticed the footage was somehow erased.”
Something in your expression shifts, and Jake can’t quite read the look on your face. Rosa narrows her eyes at you, and after a pause, you respond, “I think our cameras have been down.”
Jake and Rosa exchange an uncertain glance, and you can feel your stomach twisting into knots as you know they don’t look convinced. The atmosphere becomes intense, especially as you feel yourself under Rosa’s stern gaze, and Jake quickly tries to lighten the mood as he tells you, “I think that’s it. Thanks for answering our questions, y/n.”
You nod, and Jake’s eyebrows furrow as your gaze lingers on him, your lips moving as if you want to tell him more. But you stop yourself, taking in a deep breath, before responding, “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”
You turn on your heel, and Jake watches as you head down the block. He looks over to see Rosa studying you, before she shakes her head. “I don’t like it, Jake. They seemed suspicious to me.”
“They were just nervous.” Jake finds himself defending you. “And probably a little frazzled, too. They were the last one in the shop, if they had stayed any longer, they could’ve been in danger.”
“Or they could have something to do with the crime.” Rosa counteracts, and Jake lets out a sigh. Leaning towards him, Rosa continues, “I know we don’t have solid evidence, but I just have a feeling something’s up, Jake. Plus, it doesn’t help that you were flirting.”
Jake gapes at her. “I was not flirting!”
“Look, we need to solve this before Holt gets on my case about it.” Rosa insists. Jake lets out a sigh, before glancing down the direction you walked, and he can just barely see your figure heading into the subway station.
“I’ll be right back.” Jake tells her, and before Rosa can stop him, he jogs after you. By the time he’s entered the station, he’s terribly out of breath, and he manages to catch you before you enter through the turnstile. “y/n!”
You look up upon hearing your name and you pause as Jake stops in front of you. He bends over, trying to catch his breath, and you patiently wait for him. Through heavy breaths, Jake manages to puff out, “Yeah, sorry, super unfit. The chips and the orange soda clearly don’t help.”
Jake tries his best not to cringe at what he feels like is the lamest joke he’s ever made, but to his surprise, you laugh. A genuine laugh, not a cruel, teasing one, but one with a wide smile that makes Jake feel like he’s on top of the world. Tilting your head, you manage to say in between chuckles, “You’re pretty funny, Detective.”
“Call me Jake.” Jake insists, finally regaining his breath, and you grin at him. “Hey, any chance I could get your number? For professional reasons of course, in case we need to contact you again. Or I could just give you my number if you feel better doing it that way.”
You seem hesitant, but you nod. He fumbles through his pocket, pulling out an old receipt and a pen that barely has enough ink in it, and you scribble out your number before handing it back to him, “I work every day but Tuesdays, too, so you’ll be able to catch me at work if you need me.”
“Got it.” Jake nods, tucking the receipt into his pocket. “Thanks for your help, y/n.”
The expression that Jake can’t decipher crosses your face again, a look of pensiveness, of hesitation. But you shake it off, quickly plastering on a smile, and you nod, “Have a good day, Jake. And… good luck.”
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Jake and Rosa sit in the break room, a laptop open between them as they flip through countless CCTV videos from the blocks nearby the bodega. Rosa becomes increasingly aggressive with the keyboard with each video she clicks through, and Jake impatiently shakes his head. He groans, rubbing his fingers up against his temple as he complains, “This is killing me. If I have to look at one more minute of another grainy video, I’m going to lose it.”
Rosa rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair as she folds her arms across her chest. She kicks Jake’s chair with her boot, and she points out, “This is all we have, Jake.”
Jake sighs, but nods. Rosa had interviewed some people in the neighboring apartments, some of which reported hearing smashed glass around three in the morning, but hadn’t called it in on the assumption it was a clumsy accident from a downstairs neighbor. It at least gave them a time of the crime, but as Rosa unfortunately pointed out, it didn’t give them much else. The CCTV didn’t seem to pick up on anything interesting, no speeding cars, and a brief moment of footage that might’ve captured the suspects only showed their retreating backs. The forensics team had also swept over all the evidence from the bodega, but had yet to find anything incriminating, not even a single fingerprint which could help lead the investigation somewhere.
“These guys clearly know what they were doing.” Rosa grumbles, jabbing her finger into the screen. “They know to avoid all the camera spots.”
“I hate smart criminals. Why can’t they all be dumb and just make it easier for us?” Jake whines, and Rosa rolls her eyes.
“Have you talked to y/n lately?” Rosa asks, and Jake shakes his head, hoping Rosa doesn’t notice the faint blush that lights up his cheeks at the mere mention of your name.
“No, Rosa, who do you think I am? That’s way too forward.” Jake scoffs, before his expression turns serious. It’s been a little over a week since your interaction, and he looks at Rosa before continuing, “Unless you don’t think it’s too forward. Should I text them?”
Rosa resists the urge to punch Jake’s arm, and she deadpans, “Talked to them about the case, Jake, not for a date.”
“Right.” Jake nods, clearly flustered, and Rosa rolls her eyes again. Wiping his slightly sweaty palms on his jeans, Jake corrects himself, “No, I haven’t talked to y/n.”
Rosa leans her elbows forward on the desk. “I think we should call them in again. You know, see if there’s anything we can get out of them. Kind it seems like they’re the only lead we have.”
“You don’t still suspect them, do you?” Jake asks, eyebrows furrowing, and he lets out a sigh as Rosa shrugs. Shaking his head, Jake insists, “I really don’t think it’s them, Rosa.”
“Jake…” Rosa starts, shooting him a look, and Jake quickly waves his hand, brushing her off as he already knows what’s coming next.
“Alright, I’ll reach out to them, see if there’s anything more they can tell us.” Jake reluctantly says, and Rosa nods. Pointing back at the computer, Jake asks, “Does this mean I can stop watching these boring videos?”
“Fine.” Rosa grumbles, angling the laptop towards herself as Jake grins. He grabs his jacket hanging off the back of his chair, and he sneaks one last glance at the grainy video before darting out the room. He pauses, his eyes narrowing, and he points at the screen.
“Wait, what’s that?” Jake points at the corner of the video, where a figure rushes down the street. Rosa squints, and she pauses the video for Jake to get a better look. His eyes widen, and his expression pales slightly, and he asks, “What time was this footage from?”
“Five in the morning.” Rosa replies, checking the timestamp. Looking up at Jake, she asks, “Why? What is it?”
“Nothing.” Jake hurriedly remarks, and Rosa frowns. Before she can demand an answer from Jake, he’s already rushed out of the break room, swiftly exiting the bullpen as he dodges Terry on his way out.
It’s not nothing, but Jake knows he can’t tell Rosa that. Not when the figure in the video was wearing a distinctive denim jacket with planets stitched on the back.
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secretly dating the haikyuu!! boys 🤫
summary: you’ve been dating your partner in secret up until now, when their team finds out
characters: hinata, oikawa & bokuto
thanks to anon for the request 💗
tw// fem! reader, sexual references, swearing
Shōyō Hinata
he kept the relationship a secret bc of noya IEFBEVAGLEB
ok ok lemme explain
you said jokingly once that you were into shorter guys in response to hinata asking something lovey-dovey along the lines of ‘what did i do to deserve you? 😍’
and hinata has been on edge ever since pfft
i mean, he just thins noya is such a cool guy and an awesome upperclassmen- why wouldn’t you want him?
but he couldn’t afford losing you to this teammate so he did everything in his power to make sure that you never crossed paths with nishinoya- which included not telling his team about you
it was so hard for him as well bc he wanted to show you off to his teammates so bad especially stinkyshima 🥺
but he couldn’t :((
you never really inquired about it though, even when he’d get all weird when you’d come pick him up from practise
then the faithful day arrived, when kageyama watched you stroll into the class, hand hinata something, place a kind kiss on his cheek before taking your leave
he didn’t question it though- he couldn’t be bothered lol
the only time he ever brought it up was 2 weeks later in the changing room when tsukishima was making fun of him for being unable to ask out a girl for an upcoming dance
so kageyama retorted with ‘it’s not like you get any girls either, shittyshima! even hinata gets more action than you!’
hinata’s blood ran cold and he froze
tsukishima hummed in response, prodding kageyama to elaborate, ‘i saw him kissing a girl in class the other day-- have you ever kissed someone before?’
although that last part was meant to be a dig, it sounded more like a genuine question
yamaguchi peered over his shoulder to join the conversation, ‘is that true, hinata?’
hinata stood frozen for a little while longer before releasing a heavy sigh, ‘yes. but please don’t tell anyone else.’
‘why not?’ tsukishima pried.
‘none of your business, stinkyshima!’
that nickname was what prompted tsukishima to stroll out of the changing the room and disguise ‘hinata has a girlfriend’ behind a cough in front of the whole team
‘you said you weren’t going to tell anyone!’ hinata yelled, slightly red from the fact everyone was now staring at him - including coach ukai, takeda, kiyoko & yachi
‘what? it was just a cough.’ tsukishima snickered but promptly received an elbow to the stomach from yamaguchi
daichi rubbed hinata’s back while reassuring him that he didn’t have to tell them anything he didn’t want to but meanwhile, hinata’s eyes were fixated on nishinoya
‘i- i do have a girlfriend.’ he stuttered, figuring that he wasn’t going to be able to hide it forever — plus, he felt foolish for not trusting you to begin with. ‘her name is (l/n).’
yachi choked on her water, ‘she sits next to me in class!’
ngl yachi probably had a lil’ crush on you at some point but these are just headcanons, not a full blown fic so i cba to write a love triangle
‘cool’ hinata murmured in response before continuing, ‘she said that she will come see me after practise today so i guess you’ll see her then.’
by now, most people were shooting hinata comforting smiles and muttering their congratulations but those were all drowned out by nishinoya and tanaka’s loud offers
‘wow, hinata. you really got a chick before your senpais. i’m not sure whether to be proud or jealous!’ tanaka said, wiping an invisible tear from his eye
‘proud, ryū! we clearly did a good job in teaching him how to make advances on the ladies.’ nishinoya cheered before turning to grab hinata’s shoulders and pull him close, ‘now, hinata, if you ever need advice remember that you can come to us! we’re kinda professionals when it comes to relationships and stuff!’
hinata nodded rapidly, his lips slowly curling into a smile as he wondered; what was i so worried about? of course (y/n) would never cheat on me and noya would never make moves on my girlfriend
when you arrived, you were rather confused when hinata greeted you with his usual vigour rather than his hasty, rushed greetings for when you met him after practise
also, you were perplexed as to why many peeping eyes were staring at the pair of you from the gym door as he peppered your face with kisses - and why was one of them Yachi?
‘uuh, shō, are those your teammates?’ you inquired, gesturing to the peepers behind y’all
hinata peered over his shoulder and chuckled at how ‘discreet’ they were being,’uh- yeah.’
suddenly, yachi and sugawara popped out from behind the walls, ‘hello, (l/n)!’ they both yelled in unison
you smiled, looking at them and realising this was probably the first time you’ve ever been acknowledged by his teammates
‘hi, yachi and--’
hinata hastily whispered in your ear, ‘sugawara.’
‘sugawara!’
hinata finally got to introduce you to all his teammates and he was so hyped
he had a foolishly wide grin on his face the whole time
he’s just so happy that the person he loves can finally meet the people who help him do what he loves
Tōru Oikawa
y’all kept the relationship secret bc you didn’t want to get nasty glares from oikawa’s fangirls and he didn’t want to get teased by iwa so it was a win/win
although you had to be cautious when showing PDA, it didn’t mean y’all didn’t do it at all
there was just something about knowing that what you were doing was risky, which made you want to do it even more
so sometimes y’all would do that thing where you arrange certain times to ask for the bathroom during class so you could see each other in the corridor
and since it was during class, there was virtually nobody else in the hallway
so y’all would literally just go for it
kissing as if you had never experienced human affection before
but since you both were so into it, you’d never notice kyōtani walk by, on his way back from the principal’s office
he’d even let out a low scoff every time
but you were both just so in the moment that you’d never even notice
word spreads fast in the seijoh boys’ volleyball club, though
but slightly slower when it starts with kyōtani
like what reason does he have to tell anybody about what he saw? he doesn’t want to relive those events
but during a bitching session with yahaba, he spilled about oikawa and you since the captain had been working them extra hard lately, as if he was the coach tsk
so ofc the gossip spread across multiple bitching session from yahaba, to kunimi, to kindaichi, to watari, to hanamaki then finally to matsukawa
(iwaizumi didn’t get to know bc firstly he didn’t join in with bitching sessions and secondly, everyone knew that iwa would just immediately tell oikawa and that would ruin all the fun)
it got to the point where almost everyone on the team knew about you and oikawa so whenever he would walk into practise, a chorus of low giggles and whispers would spread across the gym
this had been going on for about a month now and at first, oikawa was too self-indulged to notice
but after a bit longer, he kinda noticed and brought it up to iwaizumi
‘hey, why does everyone start acting weird whenever i walk into the room?’
iwaizumi rolled his eyes, shoving a ball against oikawa’s chest, ‘what? no, they don’t; stop being so paranoid. now, throw me some sets.’
that was enough reassurance for oikawa to ignore it for a while but then hanamaki accidentally made one of the jokes a bit too loud
oikawa fell face first into the gym floor after tripping over his lace and the whole gym seemed to erupt into laughter
‘hah!’ matsukawa wheezed, ‘stop kissin’ the ground, tōru!’
‘mwah, mwah!’ yahaba teased
hanamaki suddenly chimed in, ‘yeah, save that shit for (y/n)!--’
silence spread like a plague across the whole gym room
it was only broken when iwaizumi let out a clueless, ‘huh?’
oikawa quickly scurried onto his feet, ‘how do you know about (y/n)?’
hanamaki chuckled awkwardly as he looked left to right for help but was just met by blank stares, ‘uh- she’s- erm, in my homeroom class.’
obviously, oikawa didn’t buy it
‘who told you about me and (y/n)?’ he inquired in a sinister tone of voice, his glare seeming anything but kind
‘watari!’ he yelled accusingly, pointing his index finger at the poor libero
after all eyes shifted onto him, watari wasted no time in redirecting everyone’s attention onto kindaichi, ‘it was turnip-head who told me!’
‘well, it was kunimi that told me!’ kindaichi shouted with no hesitation
kumini crossed his arms over his chest, ‘yahaba told me.’
yahaba’s eyes widened at the sudden accusation before turning to oikawa and defending himself, ‘mad dog was the one that saw you and (y/n) kissing in the hallway!’
mad dog glared at the pinch server, then turned to oikawa and shrugged
oikawa was livid DIUVBEVILS
‘YOU ALL KNEW ABOUT ME AND (Y/N) BUT DIDN’T TELL ME?! HOW LONG HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN GOSSIPING ABOUT US FOR?!’
yahaba took it upon himself to reply, ‘mad dog only told me about a month ago-’
‘THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR A WHOLE MONTH?!’
faint hums of ‘yeah’ and ‘uhuh’ were heard across the gym hall
‘wait-’ iwaizumi cocked his head to the side, ‘are you dating (y/n)?’
this inquiry was only met by blank stares as oikawa pinched his temple, wondering what he should do now
‘why did you try to hide your relationship for so long?’ kindaichi asked before kunimi added, ‘yeah, can we finally meet her?’
matsukawa rolled his eyes, ‘she literally goes to our school; meet her in the hallway or something.’
oikawa shook his head, quickly shutting down matsukawa’s idea, ‘i’ll ask her to come over after practise today but be on your best behaviour.’ he sung, quickly grabbing a ball and going back to practising receives
everyone was rather shocked at how fast the captains’ demeanour changed
while you were at your own club, you got a message from oikawa asking if you wanted to meet his team
you had already met most of them outside of volleyball but you figured now was perhaps a good time to introduce yourself as oikawa’s gf to rub it in /j
before you arrived, oikawa made it explicitly clear that they weren’t to tell anybody about the relationship or else oikawa’s fangirls would come for you
they all agreed and patiently waited for you to arrive
honestly, iwaizumi was probably the only one with pure intentions when it came to finally meeting you — as he simply wanted to see the girl who has oikawa’s heart
the rest of them of the other hand 🙄
matsukawa and hanamaki planned to have a competition to see who could seduce you first
watari, kindaichi and kunimi wanted to just tease oikawa in front you
and yahaba was going to try get you to tell him all the gossip about oikawa 😈
(kyōtani left early)
so needless to say you were hardly charmed when you formally met the bunch of boys oikawa spends his time with
‘so are you free tonight orrr?’ hanamaki questioned, promptly getting a slap to the back of the head from both oikawa and matsukawa
‘makki, a lady like her shouldn’t be spoken to like that,’ matsukawa pushed his friend aside, ‘watch this: hey, sweetie. what is a gal--’
matsukawa got the same treatment as makki except this time it was kindaichi pushing him away, ‘so how much is oikawa paying you to play his girlfriend?’
you couldn’t help but giggle, especially as you could see oikawa from over his shoulder, shooting him the deadliest glare
kunimi poked his head around kindaichi arm to look at you, ‘i’m guessing ¥3000 an hour.’
‘(y/n) is worth way more than ¥3000 an hour!’ oikawa yelled from behind the crowd of boys surrounding you
yahaba hurried forward, slipped his arm around your waist and escorting you a few paces away from the others to whisper in your ear, ‘does oikawa have any embarrassing childhood pictures?’
you snickered, leaning in and whispering back, ‘yeah, i’ll send them to you on instagram.’
ok. although they weren’t the most charming- they were definitely a fun bunch lol
Kōtarō Bokuto
a secret relationship w/ bokuto has hardly a secret lol
plus, the ‘secret’ part is only gonna last MAX a month ✋
he tries to ‘act natural’ around his teammates but it’s a bit- too natural
he’ll come back from a make-out session with you, lipstick smeared across his face and just be like ‘hey y’all! ✌ good vibes today’
or when he’d take off his shirt to reveal the scratch marks on his back, that he wasn’t even aware of
or the hickeys that he wouldn’t even bother try to hide
so the whole team were aware that bokuto had a partner- they just weren’t sure who it was
but they didn’t really mention anything to bokuto bc they srsly didn’t care which left bokuto under the impression that he was sneaky as hell
akaashi was kinda upset that bokuto didn’t tell him about you tho but he kept that to himself
everyone was silently curious as to who bokuto was dating but none of them actually spoke up about it
until one day, konoha was chatting to komi, thinking they weren’t being listened to since bokuto seemed preoccupied with practising spikes, ‘psst, komi. i saw bokuto walk home with (y/n) the other day, i think she might be the one he’s da--’
but bokuto develops super-hearing when you’re involved
he was now looming over komi and konoha in what felt like a blink of an eye, ‘what did you say about (y/n)?’ he asked in a rather gruff voice
both boys were taken back by their captain’s sudden change in mood but komi managaed to stutter out, ‘oh- konoha just saw you walking home with her the other day; you both make a very cute couple.’
all sense of menace or threat was washed out of bokuto’s tone as his lips formed a bright smile, ‘awww, thanks! we do-- wait!’
bokuto cut himself off and the boys started snickering, ‘so it’s (y/n) that you’re dating.’ komi stated the obvious, this time loud enough for the whole gym to hear.
bokuto couldn’t help but face-palm, his sweaty hands making a loud, wet slapping noise against his skin. ‘ugh! i wasn’t supposed to tell you that.’ he grumbled, eyeing everyone in the gym that was sending him astonished looks
after a while of sulking in his emo-mode..with help from akaashi, bokuto finally tried to see the positives in the situation
‘well, maybe today she can finally meet you all.’ bokuto murmured, eyes full of hope which could hardly be seen passed the strands of his deflated hair that hung in front of his face
‘sure.’ akaashi shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with this idea
there was a lot of things wrong, though
firstly, you were at your own club which finished ten minutes after practise ended, which means bokuto had to use his puppy-eyes on everyone on the team to convince them into staying for ten minutes extra
secondly, bokuto was so hyped that you were finally meeting his teammates, an introduction for each person took like 5 minutes
bokuto inhaled sharply to catch his breath from the last introduction he just did, ‘ok next, this is washio, he’s one of our middle blockers bc he is so damn tall - say hi, washio. his eyebrows might make you think that he is a meanie or something — that’s what i thought at first — but he’s really not. he offered me some of his lunch after i forgot to bring money that day so he’s definitely a good egg. he’s also a really good blocker and he has similar hair to me so i think that’s why he’s so good. also, he’s really good at making tea.’
ok now imagine that but for every. single. member.
he also gives you an extra ass intro too lol
‘(y/n), this is onaga. onaga this is my beautiful, stunning, flawless girlfriend (y/n) — she’s the sweetest person ever and she give the sweetest kisses on the face of this earth.’
please don’t be embarrassed he just loves you so much
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(first official post!!! pls enjoy and support!!! sorry in advance for any typos! T^T)
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taehyung has never had the best eating habits, indulging in junk food to his heart's content. what happens when it finally catches up with him, and his roommate/crush happens to notice?
tw: weight gain, mild feederism, eructo, mentions of past abusive relationships, mentions of insecurity, language, slight nsfw (barely)
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it was no secret to anyone around him that taehyung, as sweet as he was, gave absolutely no fucks about his eating habits. that was one thing he would tell you straight off the bat, and he was completely shameless about them too. if it was yummy, it was yummy. and if it was yummy, he was going to eat it. life was short, and wasn't the point of life to enjoy yourself and be happy?
that's what taehyung believed, anyway.
taehyung wasn't shy by nature; a social butterfly, if you will. he loved making new friends, chatting, and bringing people out of their shell. he was naturally charismatic and funny, and with the added-luxury of movie star looks, a deep and sultry voice, and a great physique, he always had a group of buddies around him. that's just how he was. he loved making people smile and laugh, enjoying the warmth and love that radiated off of those close to him. so, as it seemed, taehyung's life was a blissful stream of joy. he didn't have a care in the world, especially about his food.
that was until he graduated highschool and went off to college. you see, taehyung was quite athletic in highschool. participating in track and field and being in dance with his best friend, jimin, gave him plenty of, if not excessive exercise to burn off all those calories he consumed throughout the day. perhaps he was able to get away with his atrocious eating habits back then. however, there was a teeny problem. now, taehyung wasn't pursuing athletics or dance in college-- he was majoring in fine arts. that meant he wasn't getting the amount of exercise his body was used to. turns out, he didn't have as fast of a metabolism like he'd falsely believed, he just did a lot of cardio. so, factoring together the absence of any exercise (minus walks to classes and to the fridge), no changes in his diet, and the constant late-night junk food binges, things quickly started to add up.
literally.
it started with his cheeks. taehyung had been thin, bordering underweight, most of his life, so of course the little bit of newfound plumpness to his face would be noticable. yet, despite his soulmate's comments over 2 am facetimes saying "jesus, taetae, you look so young! drop the skin care routine, bestie," taehyung didn't see the changes. his cheeks poofed out and softened like freshly baked bread, and they always seemed to be puffy, like he'd just woken up. well, he had been taking a lot of naps lately, maybe that's why? he didn't really care, anyways.
the next noticable change was his hips, thighs, and ass. not only was taehyung blessed with a face sculpted by the gods, he also had a body to die for. if there's any higher power, they CLEARLY pick favourites. with a slim, trim waist and a naturally curvy figure, the weight gain only accentuated his hourglass shape. his hips widened generously, thighs thickened like heavy cream, and ass plumped out lusciously, filling up any seat he sat on to the brim and earning him more whistles and lustful stares then he was already receiving. yet, despite the constant catcalling from other students on campus, and the snugness of his pants, taehyung remained oblivious to his altered form.
the final shift in taehyung's appearance settled itself softly on his midsection. although he'd never had chiseled, drool-worthy abs like his new friend jungkook, who practically lived at the campus fitness center, his stomach had always been completely flat. now, it had softened entirely; he had a bit of a tummy. it wasn't very noticeable, at first, due to his knack for wearing baggy clothes, but it began to show over time. it was chubby and pudgy, and spilled over the waistband of his pants when he sat down. his belly was fluffy like the stuffing of a teddy bear, the surface doughy, as if you could sink your hand into it and leave behind a handprint. it was even more noticeable after he'd eaten. taehyung always bloated terribly. whether he'd had a bellyache, gas, or had just eaten something rather filling, his tummy always swelled up and pushed over his pantline and into his shirt. as well, love handles began to form, curling around his middle and warmly hugging his sides.
he was by no means overweight, but he wasn't exactly skinny anymore. he was softer, warmer around the edges. it suited him.
strangely enough, taehyung hadn't really noticed. besides a passing comment from a loved one, or a short-lived "hmm, that's new," in front of the bathroom mirror before dashing off to an already-late-to lecture, taehyung was pretty ignorant.
but how long can you ignore such a growing issue?
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leaning back and gazing up at the tile ceiling, taehyung sighed. he was currently in his friend jungkook's tiny dorm, sitting on his bed and waiting for his roommate, hoseok, to return with pizza. he really hoped he'd hurry up already. his belly was growling like it was angry with him. it was getting kinda scary.
"i really don't know, jungkook-ah, he's just... ugh." he mopplingly prompted his chubby cheeks in his hands and huffed.
"what do you mean you don't know, hyung?" jungkook asked crossing his beefy arms and shooting his friend a skeptical look. "you're like... the hottest and most outgoing guy i know. how haven't you scored a date with him yet?"
the "him" in question was taehyung's new roommate, seokjin. well, he wasn't exactly new. he'd been his roommate for over 5 months now, since his last roommate dropped out. yet, honestly, taehyung didn't think he'd ever get used to seeing that worldwide-handsome face in the same vicinity as him everyday. that would always be a shocker, no matter how many times they saw one another.
having a crush was new for taehyung. to put it bluntly, he knew he was good-looking. he definitely wasn't conceited or snobbish about his natural attractiveness, he honestly didn't care about looks. however, he was used to having a secret admirer or two, and unfortunately had to let many people down with his unrequited feelings. he never had any romantic attraction for anyone, even if he knew he was bisexual. in fact, romance really didn't play a role in his life. taehyung liked to paint, watch cartoons, eat snacks and play videogames. he chose friends and food over chasing after boys and girls. he hadn't even watched porn before, that's how uninterested in sex and relationships he was. call him immature or weird, but romance just didn't do much for him. it seemed boring. why would people waste there time on a silly boyfriend or girlfriend when they could be having fun? it just didn't make sense to him.
that was until he met his roommate. now, that was all he could think about. well, besides school and food, that is.
"that's rich coming from you, mr. i have muscles and a six-pack and tattoos and a fucking eyebrow piercing but i'm still too shy to even talk to jisoo." taehyung shot back with a smirk.
at that, jungkook flushed completely. it was true, despite being a 5 course meal plus desert, jungkook was the shyest person taehyung had ever met. he didn't have many friends besides taehyung, his roommate, hoseok, and hoseok's boyfriend. and the latter was just a friend of circumstances. the younger man also couldn't even look a girl in the eyes without blushing profusely and damn near pissing himself from nervousness. jungkook had a slight lisp and an occasional stutter as well, but taehyung found it quite endearing and sweet.
"t-that's not the point, hyung, and you know it!" jungkook replied hastily, still blushing. "why don't you just tell him how you feel? you've been pining after this dude for months!"
taehyung sighed heavily, the sigh morphing into a deep groan.
"because i literally don't know how! jin-hyung isn't going to take my confession seriously if i just say it! he's already rejected half the campus! he needs a gesture! some bold statement," taehyung explained in an exasperated manner, not caring if he was kinda rambling. "he deserves more than some half-hearted bullshit. i have to find a way to catch his attention, something to show him i'm different than the others. that i'm not just another idiot underclassmen trying to win him over! i just don't know what-!"
taehyung took a deep breath, ending his rant. he was beginning to feel upset, having a tendency to work himself up easily. he took a moment to collect himself, or at least try, and looked at the younger expectantly.
"don't look at me like that, hyung." he said after a moment, watching warily as taehyung took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. "you know what you gotta do, so do it." he shrugged, still observing his friend. "leth' talk about something else, okay?" jungkook suggested, not wanting his hyung to get anymore upset.
before taehyung could protest, there was a knock at the door.
"that must be hobi-hyung." jungkook spoke, getting up to let his dormmate in. taehyung stayed seated.
as the elder entered the room, the heavenly aroma of pizza followed, wafting around the dorm and into taehyung's nose. his mouth watered. pizza was the perfect comfort food. it always made him feel sated and happy. he could never get tired of it.
"hey tae-ah, i didn't know you would be here!" hoseok beamed, as he brought the pizza boxes over and placed them on the table. "how are you?"
"stressed and hungry."
hobi laughed loudly, his sunshine-like smile lighting up the room. taehyung always liked him. he was sweet, funny, and very handsome. he had a slim build, was a hip-hop dancer, and taehyung had seen his abs before. he'd be jealous if he cared about looks.
"aren't we all?" he joked, before he turned around and looked back at the still open door. "aish, yoongi-hyung, get your ass in here already!"
a low, "i'm coming, fuck off," emitted from beyond the threshold, before hoseok's boyfriend entered the room with a goofy grin and cases of beer and soda in his arms.
looking up at him, taehyung was taken aback.
the last time he'd seen yoongi, at least long enough to get a decent look at him, he'd been skinny. not just skinny, but nearly malnourished looking. his face had been gaunt and he was tiny in comparison to a healthy body. a good wind could have knocked him over. that was months ago. the yoongi he saw now looked quite different. he was filled out, his cheeks plumped and colored as apposed to pale and lifeless like before. his midsection as well, was that a belly? small, yes, but it was there. he looked so much... different. he wondered why.
taehyung had heard about relationship weight many times, and had seen it first-hand as well. when someone gets into a safe and loving relationship, they naturally gain weight. hoseok had opened up to jungkook and taehyung a few times, admitting that yoongi had been in an abusive relationship in the past. however, he was in a healthy one with hoseok now. honestly, it warmed taehyung's heart to see the once frail and sad-looking boy happy and healthy-looking.
it made him wonder if he would ever find a relationship like that. would he put on weight as well? probably not. his metabolism was way too fast, anyways.
"i brought some beer, jungkook don't drink it all this time." yoongi grunted, setting the packs by the desk and plopping down next to his boyfriend on his bed. "oh, taehyung's here. good thing we bought too much pizza."
the others chuckled. taehyung cocked a brow and frowned slightly. what was that supposed to mean?
"i'm starving." jungkook stated to no one in particular, grabbing himself a slice of pizza and a can of beer. taehyung wouldn't be having any alcohol, though, because it always made his cholinergic urticaria act up, and he wasn't in the mood for an itchy rash. besides, he liked soda much more.
"i thought you were on a diet, kookie-ah!" hoseok fake scolded. jungkook scoffed playfully.
"it's called bulking, hyung." he joked. everyone knew he rarely let himself eat like this. he was extremely disciplined. taehyung might've been jealous. "and what about you? thought you were on a diet!"
"i am." the elder replied. "this is all i'm eating. i've still got that dance competition next week- yah! yoongi, don't get sauce on my sheets, you pig!"
he swatted weakly at the mint-haired boy, who nudged him in return and rolled his eyes. it made taehyung smile.
"you can have some too, taehyung-ah." hoseok spoke after a bit. it was then taehyung realized he hadn't gotten any yet. "i know how much you like pizza."
once again, another comment.
"i mean, i don't like it that much." he mumbled, grabbing a slice and and taking a bite. he knew he was bluffing. pizza was the best.
jungkook snorted.
"bullshit tae, you almost always eat an entire pizza whenever we hang out!"
it was true. on an empty stomach, he could scarf down a whole pizza. more if he was especially hungry.
he decided not to reply, finishing his first slide and heading for a second. sinking his teeth into the slice, he all but moaned. it was supreme pizza, his favorite.
"honestly, i have no idea where he puts it all." the redhead commented, finishing up his slice. that was all he'd probably eat, seeing as he's on a diet and all.
"i-i do!" jungkook teased, stuttering slightly from the excitement. "he puth' it all right here."
suddenly, taehyung felt a finger poke his belly. he froze. he looked down to see jungkook's tattooed pointer finger sunk into his plush middle.
"wow, taehyung-hyung." the younger softly exclaimed. "i didn't know your tummy was this squishy."
taehyung felt himself blushing. not out of embarrassment, but something else. jungkook was still touching his belly.
"no way, let me feel!" hoseok reached over, but all too late. taehyung swatted them away and curled into himself, arms wrapped firmly around his middle.
"don't! i'm ticklish!" he lied. yes, he was ticklish, but that's not why he didn't want them to feel his stomach.
it was a strange sensation, really...
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a pizza and a 2L of soda later, taehyung felt warm and fuzzy and full.
hoseok and yoongi had left for yoongi's dorm. taehyung was assuming they wanted some alone time, and he knew yoongi had his own private dorm. he didn't want to think about what they'd do, though. ew, just... ew.
taehyung leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling sated. he gently patted his taut tummy and let out a deep burp, sighing afterwards. that was another thing he was shameless about. if he had to burp, he always just let it out. leaving the trapped gas in his belly only made it hurt, so he didn't hold back. besides, it felt good and it was only natural. he usually didn't even say "excuse me." he didn't understand why he had to. everyone burped; why excuse yourself for something completely normal? unlike jungkook, who'd probably die from humiliation, taehyung wasn't shy about it. the only person he'd be even remotely embarrassed in front of was seokjin, but that's a different story.
"mmm, that was yummy, kookie. i'm stuffed."
jungkook was drinking another beer, beyond drunk by now. he mumbled something incoherent, followed by a hiccup and a groan.
"aw kookie, are you drunk?" taehyung teased, ruffling the maknae's soft, black hair. the younger grumbled again. "tired, little guy? let's get you to sleep, bun."
gently, taehyung guided the nearly-passed-out jungkook's head to the pillow of his bed.
"sleep well, bun." he whispered sweetly, leaving a feather-light kiss on the younger's forehead. he'd probably have to stop by tomorrow morning to take care of him when he woke up with a hangover. he was bound to have a killer one with all the beer he guzzled down, and taehyung knew hoseok didn't do well with vomit. he didn't mind, however. taehyung loved to take care of his friends, anyways.
before he left, taehyung cleaned up, ate the last couple pieces the boys left, and did some of the dishes for them. he also really needed to pee, so he made a quick trip to the bathroom.
once he'd gone and washed his hands, he took a moment to observe himself in the mirror.
i looked really good today, taehyung thought, peering into the mirror and adjusting his gold-framed glasses. despite being quite handsome, he still felt insecure sometimes, especially as of lately. with some of the comments his friends had been making, he wasn't sure what to think. it was almost as if there was some kind of big joke, and he was the only one who wasn't in on it. he really didn't know.
before taehyung could turn away and exit the small bathroom, his eyes caught something in the corner, by the shower.
a scale.
he had forgotten that jungkook did weight training. it was probably his to keep track of that. or maybe it was hoseok's, since he was on a diet and all. it didn't matter. it shouldn't matter.
however, for some reason, he wanted to try it. knowing your weight couldn't hurt, right? it's just a number, anyways. besides, he was curious.
taehyung pulled the digital scale out and stepped on it, waiting patiently for the box to calculate his weight. it couldn't be too much. he was thin, after all.
looking down, his eyes widened.
78.1kg.
he blinked.
huh. so that's how much he weighed.
the last time taehyung had been properly weighed was his physical exam before freshman year. that was nearly a year ago. he was so thin, weighing in at 60.3 kg. since then, he'd gained roughly 17.8 kg.
wait a minute, that couldn't be right, could it? but he had a fast metabolism! not to mention, he's fairly active. well... sometimes. but he does do a lot of walking! something had to be wrong.
taehyung stepped off the scale, allowing it to level back to a clear screen. he then stepped back on.
78.1kg.
this didn't seem possible. maybe it's because of his clothes. maybe he needed to strip down to his underwear like when he had a checkup at the doctor's. quickly, taehyung peeled off his corduroy pants and baggy sweater, leaving him in his undies and tata-themed socks.
what? they were cute!
standing back on the digital scale, taehyung peered down at the number expectantly.
it was the same, the clothes only weighing a little.
maybe it was all the food he just ate, or maybe he had to use the toilet? but that doesn't explain all those kilos...
he placed himself back on the ground, dumbfounded. how did he manage to put on that much? that was like the freshman 15 (lbs) tripled!
taehyung sighed lowly, before turning to face the mirror.
in just his undies, and for the first time since freshman year, taehyung noticed his body.
his thighs were thick, clinging together like chunky glue. gentle stretch marks adorned the insides, which weren't new, seeing as he's always been a bit thicker than his peers growing up. however, they were more prominent. spinning around, he viewed his ass, which giggled almost lewdly with the slight movement. the plump, golden globes looked even plumper than they had. he had always had an ass, but now? he could probably play a pixar mom in a live-action film.
last, but certainly not least, his eyes settled on the most obvious change: his stomach. his tummy hung over the waistband of his underwear, extremely bloated and round from his big dinner and all the soda he drank. yet, despite being stuffed with pizza, it had softness to it. taehyung ran his hands over his belly, pinching the excess pudge. it wasn't too big, but it was noticable. more than noticable.
taehyung wasn't skinny anymore. he had gotten a bit chubby.
and, strangely enough, he didn't care. infact, he liked it.
taehyung knew he ate a lot of unhealthy foods, that was just who he was. why would he deny himself all the yummy things he liked to eat, just to maintain an "attractive" body? so what he wasn't slim like hoseok or muscular and shredded like jungkook? his body was perfectly fine. it did it's job, and that was the important thing.
above all things, taehyung was shameless. having gained weight didn't mean a thing to him. he was an artist, after all, not a model. his figure really didn't matter in the long run. he was still the same handsome guy, just with a little extra chub. and, honestly, he wondered what he'd look like with just a little bit more. just another layer of cream on his body. he's sure he'd like it, especially with how he reacted to having his tummy poked earlier by jungkook.
so, with the new information tucked in the back of his mind, taehyung dressed and left the small bathroom, making his way out of his sleeping friend's dorm. after double checking on jungkook and leaving the wastebasket beside his bed, just in case he woke up sick, the fluffy-haired boy exited the dorm and began his walk down the hallway, back to his own dorm.
after eating, taehyung usually felt sleepy, so it was no surprise to him that he found himself growing sluggish and drowsy as he strode back to his room. it was a pleasant feeling, really. he'd probably take a nice nap when he got back. maybe make some hot chocolate and catch up on some dramas. yeah, that sounded nice.
as he opened the door to his dorm, he was met with a flush of warmth and soft light. faint music played in the background, and a scent immediately met his nose as he stepped in. it smelled delightful. that could only mean one thing.
taehyung hadn't expected seokjin to be home so early. he wished he'd known; he'd like to have put more time into his appearance. welp, baggy sweater and messy-haired taehyung would have to do.
"ah, tae! you're home!" he heard seokjin call from the stove as he shucked off his loafers. he suddenly felt uncharacteristically shy, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right as seokjin walked up to him, all broad-shouldered and stupidly handsome. "how was your day?"
taehyung smiled as seokjin went in for a gentle hug, sinking into his warm embrace and inhaling his calming scent. seokjin was a real hugger, which taehyung appreciated because he, himself, was an absolute cuddle monster and jumped for any physical affection. it didn't help the butterflies in his stomach, however. he'd hope to just digest them already and move on from this silly crush.
"my day was a happy one, thank you," taehyung replied, nearly pouting as seokjin pulled away from the embrace. "how was your's, hyung?"
"better now that you're here." the elder smiled warmly, and taehyung felt his face heat up. seokjin always knew the right things to say to get his heart racing like mad. "come sit in the kitchen and keep me company while i cook?"
the younger nodded timidly, feeling pleasantly small next to his hyung. he followed him like a puppy to the dorm kitchenette, taking a seat at the small bar table.
"so," seokjin began, as he stirred a pot of glass noodles, keeping an eye on the vegetables and pork strips in the frying pan. he was making japchae, one of taehyung's favorite dishes. "have you eaten dinner yet?"
"oh, i ate pizza at jungkook and hoseok-hyung's place," he answered, hand going instinctively to his still-bloated tum, giving it a fond pat. "truth be told, i probably overate." he let out an uneasy chuckle in an attempt to distract himself from the warmth growing in his lower belly. what was happening to him?
seokjin waved him off.
"there's no such thing as overeating if it tastes good," he countered, and before taehyung could understand what was going on, a steaming plate of japchae was placed in front of him. it was a heaping serving, the small plate only making it look bigger. "here, have some of this."
taehyung flushed, gingerly sliding the plate away.
"um, i-i shouldn't, hyung," he stammered, hand still on his middle, almost defensively, as if he were guarding it. "thank you, but i'm still pretty stuffed."
seokjin chuckled deeply, full lips curled into a smirk. he pushed the dish back in front of him. taehyung gulped.
"taehyung-ah, i've seen you demolish three times this and more in one sitting. i'm not exactly convinced that 'stuffed' is in your vocabulary."
there it was. another comment about his eating habits. however, this time, instead of irritation, he felt something... else.
"jin-hyung, i-"
"you wouldn't let all my hard work go to waste, would you?" seokjin questioned, pouting. taehyung felt his heart jump. "i made this all just for you."
"well... alright. i'll have a bite or... two." taehyung finally spoke, unable to look his hyung in the eye. picking up the pair of chopsticks, he hesitantly began to eat.
it was delicious. of course it would be.
in all his time, taehyung had never met as good a cook as seokjin. not even his own mother --who could whip up a mean bibimbap like nobody's business-- could compare to his skills. the younger male couldn't even count on two hands how many times he's had his belly nearly bursting out of his pants from seokjin's cooking. whatever it was he was making, taehyung was sure to gorge himself to new heights every time; now was only proof of that. seokjin didn't seem to mind. infact, he encouraged it.
"taste good?" the elder quizzed, taking a seat in front of the eating boy and gazing at him fondly, if not a bit intently.
taehyung took a moment to finish chewing his mouthful and swallow. he grinned.
"amazing," he answered, licking his lips. "your cooking always is the best, hyung. it's, like, ethereal."
seokjin let out his iconic windshield wiper laugh, which only made his dongsaeng giggle.
"well, if it's good enough to pull out the 50 cent words for," be mused, leaning a tad closer. "then it's good enough to finish, yeah?"
taehyung's smile faded, as he peered up at the taller man wordlessly.
"you know i don't like leftovers, taehyung-ah. scrape your plate. clean."
he didn't have to tell taehyung twice. something about the subtle command in his tone --the sprinkle of dominance within the seemingly innocent words-- sparked a flame that licked into taehyung's belly.
he continued to eat, and before he could really process anything, his chopsticks clinked against an empty plate. instantly, a crimson heat spread over his face. it was as if he were a different person for a moment.
"all done?" seokjin questioned, taking the plate from the boy as he nodded sheepishly. "good job, tae-ah! you did so well!"
taehyung felt his pants become tighter at his elder's words of encouragement.
"feeling full?"
taehyung's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"i-" a burp interrupted him. he stayed quiet for a moment, hand covering his mouth, before he spoke up again. "excuse me, sorry."
he was blushing like mad. shameless taehyung who?
seokjin snorted. "guess that answers my question."
the slight teasing only increased the tightness of his pants, though he remained oblivious.
to say taehyung was full was a gross understatement. he'd passed the limitations for being full. he felt like if he moved even an inch he'd explode, literally. he looked 7 months pregnant.
"jin-hyung," he began with a taut hiccup, a slight whine to his voice. "i think... i think i ate too much."
and there it was, the rarer side of shameless taehyung. the one who needed affection after overdoing it, and wasn't afraid to beg for it.
"aw, you poor thing," his hyung cooed, helping the younger stand. his belly felt heavy and stuffed to the brim. "let's get you to the couch yeah? how's some hot chocolate sound? sound nice?"
taehyung nodded and hummed, blissed out from the tight fullness. he'd never felt this way from just eating before.
he took a seat on the couch as seokjin scurried off to make hot chocolate, and he used the opportunity to unbutton his pants. although he wasn't exactly too keen on being so unkempt in front of his love interest, his pants were digging into his bloated stomach something fierce. slowly, he undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper, freeing and allowing his tummy to rest atop. he sighed in relief, though it was short-lived when he noticed the slight bulge in his pants. well, that's new?
wait a minute--
oh fuck.
he frantically attempted to pull his sweater down to cover his lower region, but it was too snug around his plush middle to budge much. thankfully, it wasn't entirely noticable.
"here you go, taebear," seokjin said as he walked back into the small living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in his hand. one of them had tata all over it: you can guess whose it is. "careful, it's hot. let it cool before you drink it."
taehyung nodded bashfully in reply as the older of the two turned the tv on, switching the channel to some random drama taehyung had seen bits of but couldn't remember the name of. when jin sat down next to him, he immediately snuggled up to his side, head on his broad shoulder.
this. this was heaven right here.
seokjin smiled sweetly, arm wrapping around the younger. his fingers carded through taehyung's fluffy brown hair, earning a quiet sigh and pleased noises from the latter. taehyung's eyes fluttered shut as his scalp was scratched lightly.
soon enough, after finishing his hot chocolate, he felt himself grow drowsy. his belly felt warm and heavy, rising with every deep breath he took.
just as he had nearly dosed off, he felt something warm slip under his sweater and dance against his stomach. it felt like a hand.
he sighed. he must have been dreaming.
slowly, the palm of the hand traced over his swollen tummy, fingers ghosting over his navel. he all but purred at the feeling.
it began to rub circular motions onto the bloated skin with a gentle pressure, releasing a few soft burps from taehyung, who mewled at the lovely sensation. he began to fall deeper into slumber, the warm feeling being the last thing he could remember before he completely fell sound asleep.
when taehyung awoke, he was in his own room, in his own bed. he was under the blankets, glasses neatly placed on the bedside table. yawning, he looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
had he been dreaming this whole time?
placing a hand on his middle, he was shocked to feel how bloated and round it was.
nope. it was all real.
and it felt completely, utterly, shamelessly good.
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"hey hobi-hyung, what's up?" taehyung spoke into the receiver of his phone after answering hoseok's call. he was currently working on an oil painting while munching on the oreos he'd bought at the campus snack venue on his way home.
"hey tae," he heard a strained voice answer. someone was in the background coughing. "could-" hoseok was cut off by what sounded like a particularly loud heave "ugh. could you do me a solid, tae. i'll pay you back, i promise."
and just like that, taehyung was on his way over to jungkook and hoseok's dorm. he'd debated bringing his painting with him, but eventually decided against the idea. he didn't want to make sick jungkook even sicker, nor did he want hoseok to complain about him stinking up the dorm with his paint.
the second he opened the door, hoseok rushed out.
"thanks a million, taehyung," he spoke frantically, clearly frazzled but trying to stay calm, though it was evident he was hanging on by a thread. "i hate to do this to you but you know how i am."
taehyung gave him a reassuring smile.
"hobi-hyung don't worry, it's alright! i don't mind!" he explained, placing a hand on his hyung's shoulder. "how's he doing?"
hoseok closed his eyes.
"ugh, he's just... ugh."
taehyung laughed and shook his head.
"aish, i told that dummy not to drink so much," he playfully face-palmed, giggling. "alright hyungie, head over to yoongi-hyung's. i'll take it from here."
hoseok sighed a breath of relief.
"you're a little saint, you know that, taetae?"
he pinched taehyung's full cheeks, kissing his forehead before rushing off. taehyung blushed and giggled to himself softly.
hoseok was really something else.
upon entering his friend's shared dorm and turning on the light, his eyes instantly landed on jungkook, who looked like he'd seen better days.
"taehyung?" he heard the younger croak from his bed, eyes squinted nearly shut. "shit, kill the lights will you, please?"
taehyung quickly flicked the switch off.
"oh, sorry kookie-ah," taehyung apologized, making his way in the dim room to the bed, where he sat.
"it's alright hyung, my head is just absolutely murdering me right now."
"feeling pretty bad, aren't we, bun?" taehyung murmured softly, rubbing the younger's back tenderly.
"god, 'm never fucking drinking again."
taehyung chuckled, shaking his head. he knew that was a lie; he'd probably be in the same position next weekend taking care of the hungover boy.
"okay, bun," he replied, fondly. "can i get you anything? painkillers, perhaps?"
jungkook shook his head, instantly wincing at the movement.
"no i already took some before you came." he answered. "could you just hold me for a bit, please?" his doe eyes found taehyung's gaze in the dark.
the elder boy swallowed back an 'awwww' as he laid down on the bed, taking the sick boy into his arms. he ran his fingers through the younger's silky, black hair. jungkook sighed.
"thanks, hyungie." jungkook mumbled into taehyung's warm chest. "you're the best."
a soft smile melted onto taehyung's lips. the two boys sat in a quiet trance for a while, the only sound being breathing and the hum of the ac. after some time had passed, jungkook broke the silence.
"um, hyungie?"
"what is it, bun?" taehyung replied, looking down at the boy.
"i-i um..." he began, stuttering from what taehyung assumed was nervousness. his stutter always worsened when he was nervous, the elder noticed. "i'm s-s-sorry about what i said yesterday."
taehyung haulted his movements, cocking a brow in confusion.
"what are you talking about, jungkook?"
"yes'therday," he paused to grimace at his lisp, before going on, "with hobi-hyung and yoongi-hyung." jungkook responded anxiously. "i-i shouldn't have c-commented on your body or how much you eat like that. if someone had made a comment about m-m-my stutter or lisp, i'd have been sad. it wasn't cool of me to point out an insecurity like that. i'm- i'm sorry." his voice broke a tad at the last part, though taehyung nearly didn't catch it.
taehyung blinked, taking a moment to process his dongsaeng's confession.
"okay, kookie, three things," taehyung replied after some thought, returning to stroking the boy's hair. "one: it's alright, don't worry about it. i'm definitely not upset with you, honey. two: your stutter and lisp are perfectly fine. they make you unique, make you you, so don't be embarrassed about how you talk, and don't take shit from absolutely anyone about it. got it?"
jungkook nodded, eyes still glassy.
taehyung smiled and continued.
"and three: what makes you think i'm insecure about my body?"
jungkook froze for a moment, clearly trying to conjure up an answer that wouldn't hurt his hyung's feelings.
"um..."
"is it because i'm chubby?"
jungkook didn't say anything, causing taehyung to sigh audibly.
"i have no reason to be insecure about my body, you know, jungkook?" taehyung calmly retorted, not in a mean or scolding manner, but in a blunt one. "i love my body. my tummy's job is to digest the food i eat and convert it to energy. that's it, and he's doing a pretty good job at it. so, therefore, i have no real reason to be insecure, and i'm not. a little tummy fat never hurt anyone."
jungkook looked up to gaze at his hyung.
"so, it didn't hurt your feelings when i t-touched your belly, then?" he asked, voice still slightly broken. taehyung wiped the stray tears from his dongsaeng's cheeks.
"of course not, kookie-ah," the older boy reassured, lips spreading into a grin. "in fact... i liked it."
jungkook went stiff.
"u-um... i-i'm flattered, hyung, i really am... b-but i like girls..."
taehyung let out a deep, rumbly laugh.
"don't be silly, bun!" he teased, still chuckling. "i wasn't talking about you! i wouldn't date your lame ass anyways, even if you did like guys!"
this earned him a playful slap.
"but you did... like it?" jungkook questioned after a comfortable silence.
taehyung nodded a bit stiffly.
"yeah, i... i guess i did." he admitted. "to be honest... i wouldn't mind if seokjin touched m- woah! sorry about the tmi! literally forget i said that, please. like, erase it from your memory."
taehyung flushed in embarrassment as jungkook burst out laughing.
"yah, don't make fun of me! i'll kick your ass you little shit!"
despite the teasing, taehyung definitely wouldn't mind if seokjin touched his belly. infact, he'd fucking love it.
and, well... this all was... new. he'd like to explore this more in the future.
however, little did taehyung know, he wasn't the only one with a bit of experimentation in mind.
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#bts feederism#feeder kink#eructo#bts emeto#fantasy feeder#feedist#bts sickfic#feeder series#feederisn
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dating george weasley and being a ravenclaw
warnings: stupidly [wickedly] hot men named george fabian weasley, kinda smut, cussing fs, angst because our angel is insecure, also i may have almost cried writing this and it’s sO LONG I AM SO SORRY
people that may like this (?): @whiz-bangs78 @vogueweasley @gcdric (whenever you’re back! :)) @theweasleyslut @thehufflepuffwife @lupinsclassroom @wand3ringr0s3 @kitwalker02 @monoscandal @pansydaisy
i’m obsessy espressy w this pic btw please take it for your enjoyment
this man boy
is so enamored with you
he doesn’t even really know a whole lot about you at first, stealing glances from across the great hall
listening intently when you answer questions in class
he starts to memorize the way you roll your eyes when you ask snape a question you can’t answer
and the way you wrinkle your nose when someone stereotypes you based on your house
you’re fiery, but you’re so poised for quick answers and sharp looks
he would pay big money to have you roast him during class like you do to cormac when he tries to hit on you a lot
which earns him many a revenge prank
and then he starts to try and talk to you, rather foolishly at first
but he finds it so intensely sexy the banter you two get involved in during these interactions
“If it isn’t my favorite little bird, Y/N ;)”
“Aren’t there other nests for you to bother, Weasley?”
“None that I find as mildly riveting, my dear, I do love a bird that chirps back”
“Do you like ones that bite, too?”
“I don’t know if your beak is sharp enough, love”
“Come up to me when I’m reading again, and I’ll give you some harder evidence of just how bad my bite is hmm?”
(Unbeknownst to you as you walk away, he’s already got some harder evidence growing in his jeans...)
he doesn’t stop searching you out, determined to prove to you he’s enough
you two after about a week and a half finally go out to hogsmeade on your first date
he takes you to the three broomsticks where you both drink butterbeer and make deep conversation for hours until close
there’s a point where he makes you laugh so hard you snort and spit out some of your butterbeer
which makes him snort and spit out his butterbeer
he realizes a couple things then:
1) he’s obsessed with the way you tell stories or talk passionately about the subjects you love. he adores watching how you light up everywhere in your body and talk so fast at points you can’t breathe
2) he wants to live in your head. he studies the way you think and watches you intently as you process punchlines and stories and memories and he realizes
i need to be something she thinks about
and without realizing it while you’re laughing super hard he puts his hand on the back of your neck and kisses you like it’s the last night on this planet
after about 12 seconds he pulls away and starts to turn red seeing your blank face unmoved
“i-i’m really sorry i promise i didnt mean to be that guy i just-“
and you’re pressing into him everywhere mouth and body and mind and he’s drinking you in like the butterbeer stained on his scarf and he is totally balls deep in love with you
you two are inseparable after that, making it official on the walk back to the castle
if you’re going on a stress tangent about how much work you have, for Beverly negative thought he’ll press a kiss to a pet of your face until you’re giggling and a mess and you’re kissing him back and then you’re on the table in the library...
“Georgie, you’re gonna kill my grades if we keep doing this!”
“You kill me everytime you blink for godric’s sake and yet here I am!”
he is a simp
he says he isn’t but anytime you bring out the “georgie, please” or “love, please” he turns to butter
fred thinks it’s the funniest shit and he capitalizes on it constantly
he calls you his little bird
most specifically his mockingbird because he claims you always set him at ease and make him feel like everything is centered
and he’s right, you do
you center the wild fire in him when he needs to breathe and look around
you see parts of him that aren’t balanced
there’s a night when you walk in on him just curled on his bed crying
your beautiful boy alone and sad and you instinctively start to cry too
You wrap your arms around him as he turns to you and buried his head in your lap. George, my love, what’s wrong?”
“I-I’m not like Fred I’m not like Charlie I’m sure as shit not like Bill I’m not like anyone that’s actually important” he chokes
“George-“
“No, you don’t understand, Y/N. I’m not good enough. For anyone. And I see it and hear about it everyday when my mum brags about how great her kids are and save us for last and when Fred can never shut up about how good he is at EXISTING and I-it swallows me whole, Y/N, I cant feel like this anymore” his body wracks out a harsh sob and you hold him like this
You hold him until he can start to fall asleep and you lay with him until you too, are asleep when he wakes up to tell you
“I love you. Forever, Y/N.”
And you push the hair off his lightly sweaty forehead and tell him “and I love YOU, George Weasley.” and you two fall back asleep happy crying in each other’s arms
he sees you struggle too
struggle with your workload
struggle with your own insecurities of not being good enough for him
telling him you’re just a girl that talks a lot about weird stuff and that you bring him down and he every time cups your face in his hands and pulls you down into him and says
“I love you here.” And kisses your forehead. “I love your mind.” And kisses below your earlobe “and I love you here. How you listen to people and always know what to say” and he kisses your nose “and I love you here, how you snort when you laugh really hard.” And he finally lands on your mouth, staying there for a moment, “and I love you most of all here. When you speak everything in your head and laugh and sing and talk and just breathe, my love. You’ve always been enough in all those places.” He presses one more kiss to your forehead and murmurs “I love you everywhere.”
anyway it’s time for spicy stuff
bow chicka wow wow as Fred would prolly say
George loves fucking you in the library it’s canon
he loves hoisting you on a table or against the stacks and murmuring against your skin how loud you are for him
“Is my little bird wanting to chirp a little louder?” He pries your thighs farther apart prompting a squeak and a small whine. “There it is, love, taking me so well...keep quiet, angel don’t want Pince to know how much of a cockslut you are for me writhing against the shelves do you?”
whew chile anyways
he also likes to touch you when you’re reading to him
but will stop and pull his face away from your neck and your hand from your core when you stop reading to him
“Angel, are you so much of a slut that you can’t focus on the words in front of you?”
“N-no, Georgie, oh my god right there”
“Thereeee, it is-“
mmmmm he’s hot fuck on GOD
when you guys slept together for the first time, he brought you to the *ding ding ding* restricted section after hours
he set up a whole ass blanket and relit the candles and brought pillows
it was very much making love to george and he whispered sweet nothings and praises in your ear the entire time
ugh what a MAN
anyway, TO THE BURROW WE GO!
molly fucking adores you
“My George brought home a beautiful Ravenclaw? Please know, Y/N he is an idiot most of the time and we wouldn’t be hurt if you found an out-“
“JESUS MUM LEAVE ME ALONE SKENSOWOWKWKKW”
again, Fred really does love you and enjoy your company
frequently comments about truly how unconditionally happy George has been, and how happy it makes him to see his younger twin so confident and full of joy
he also wouldn’t say this out loud but the more confident georgie gets, the better his prank plans become
i mean after all - he is the brains of the operations ;)
every chance he gets when you’re around his family or really anyone, he’ll sneak up behind you and plant a hearty kiss on your cheek and a quick “ILOVEYOU” in your ear before running off to do god knows what
oh, y’all bicker constantly
and by bicker i just mean argue about like
aliens
or is Wyoming a state
just like factually dumb but quirky shit
you’ve only had a fight like ONE time
and it was because George took a prank too far with Fred and you didn’t talk to him for an entire day
and because George has a lot of separation anxiety plus fear of abandonment he did not take it really well
You had gone back to your room after dinner in the Great Hall. For the whole day George didn’t eat. You knew because you hadn’t seen him anywhere in the Hall, and none of your classes. When you opened the door you saw him crouching knees pressed to his chest on your bed, he looked like a ghost. He met eyes with you and choked out a sob and ran to you, you opening your arms to hold him. “Please forgive me, Y/N I know you’re hurt but please don’t leave me I’ll be better next time I promise” he got faster and you knew he couldn’t breathe so you just whispered to him you weren’t going to leave you’ll be with him and you’ll stay and mistakes happen, you promise. “Georgie, I promise I’m never leaving. Okay?” He nodded into your shoulder, hunched into you. “I love you so much it hurts.” “I know, Georgie. I know.”
regardless for all his quirks and all his fears and hurts
there is nothing you wouldn’t do
to spend every waking moment with this boy
your love
and he, for the first time, knows he is enough
#George weasley#george weasley x ravenclaw!reader#George weasley smut#george weasley imagine#george weasley headcanon#harry potter imagine#harry potter headcanon#Harry Potter
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Enemies to Lovers Part 3
masterlist <<part 1 <part 2 part 3 part 4 (coming soon!) >
Summary: You leave the Gillespie house and head to the airport with Charlie after an eventful two weeks. While at the airport, your flight gets delayed and you learn of some interesting news...
Category: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff
Fandom: JATP
Paring: Charlie Gillespie x fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings/Includes: arguing/fighting, small panic attack, cringy songs i wrote
A/N: so... i can never post on time. and i know its been a while since i posted the last chapter. i really hope you guys like this chapter! please reblog and comment and let me know what you think! your support means everything, and keeps me going, so thank you.
Mandatory Thanking of the Betas: thank you to @wrhen for giving me help and feedback with this chapter!
AO3 link here (coming soon!)
Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 @cucumbersandolives. Thank you!
Ice & Fire, and Enemies to Lovers are both my own songs that I wrote. All song rights go to me.
“Charlie! Y/N! Your cab is here!” Ms.Gillespie called. You checked under the bed one last time before grabbing your suitcase and backpack.
“Thank you so much for your hospitality Ms.Gillespie,” You said, walking up to her. “If you hadn’t invited me I would have spent Christmas alone, and this was so much better.”
“Christmas alone? What a loser,” Charlie remarked as he put his bag into the trunk of the cab. You just rolled your eyes.
“Charlie, be a gentleman and grab her suitcase.” Ms.Gillespie said with a calm yet authoritative tone. He grabbed your suitcase and did as he was told. “I’m sorry about him, but I’m happy you had a good time. Maybe you can join us next year?”
“I would be honored,” You said, taking a last glance around the house you had stayed at for the past two weeks.
“Hey! Let’s go!” Charlie hollered from outside. “We’re gonna miss the flight!”
“Thank you, Ms.Gillespie,” You adjusted your backpack and stepped outside to the man who had become a whiny teenager.
“Finally,” He said as you sat down. “She’s my mother, not yours.”
“I’m sorry about him,” You said to the lady in the driver's seat. “We’re all ready to go now, sorry for the wait.”
She nodded and began to drive. The scenery was nice, but it only took a couple of minutes for you to start yelling at Charlie.
“Fuck this,” You pulled out his earbud. The niceties could stop now that his mother wasn’t here. “I have tried to be nice to you this whole time, but now I can say this: You want to act like a little boy throwing a hissy fit? Fine, be my guest. But at least do it in someone else’s company, I have been nothing but kind to you, you-” You almost cussed again, but you reined yourself in. He was worth your anger but not that much of it.
He just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Whatever you say, princess.” His words, taken in another context, could have easily been mistaken for something other than the daggers they were.
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“It’s delayed,” He said, and that simple fact destroyed the rest of the day. “The plane has some issue. They think it’ll be at least two hours, if not more.”
“God, every time I try to like airports, something bad happens,” You said, slumping back into the uncomfortable airport chairs. You knew it wasn’t the airline’s fault, (well it kinda was), but you needed to get back to work. You fiddled with the cord on your headphones before putting them back on.
“Ah- Not so fast,” Charlie said, blocking you from putting them on. He showed you who was calling him. “If I have to talk to the boss man,” He said, referring to Kenny, “Then you do too.”
“See but I don’t,” You said, as you received a different call. “I have a different boss to talk to.”
“I mean, I’m not your boss-” The girl on the other end of the phone said, but Charlie cut her off.
“Are you actually going to talk to Jadah?” He said, about to accept Kenny’s call.
“No, Charlie. Sav’s phone died, so you talk to your boss and I’ll talk to mine.” You walked around for a bit to find a quieter corner of the airport.
“You okay, Y/N?” Jadah asked, finally.
“No, but that's for another time. What’s up?”
“So… Kenny is telling Charlie about the song showcase, but there’s one thing that he’ll leave out.” She said, leaving you on a cliffhanger.
“That is?” You said, prompting her.
“I- I may have slipped him your demos?” Jadah said slowly, and at that moment, all sense of keeping up public appearances went out the window.
“Jadah! Those were not yours to share! In any capacity!” You took a deep breath and asked your first question. “Where did you get them? I thought that the sound guy and I were the only ones with copies?” “I may have bribed him for a copy,” She said sheepishly. Even though you couldn’t see her, you knew she was nervous.
“Jadah, I have one other question.” You paused, trying to figure out how to ask nicely. “Which songs did you give him? Cause if you gave him Enemies-”
“I gave him Ice & Fire, Enemies to Lovers, and I can’t remember the third one. Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not.” You were, a little bit. “Can you put Savannah on the phone though?” She gave a quick yes, and you could hear the phone being passed between hands.
“Y/N?” Savannah said.
“Did you know? A-about the demos,” You clarified.
“I knew you recorded them, and Jadah had me listen to them. You are amazing!”
“Thank you,” You said. “Uh, E.T.L. isn’t finished yet, but I had the time in the studio so I recorded it.” “Y/N, if you want to be a songwriter, you would be amazing!” She said, but you could tell what she meant.
“I won’t leave you in the middle of a show, Sav.” You were honest with your words. “I know.” She paused. You both knew what amazing opportunities would open up if you did. “Hold on one second, I’m going to go on mute really quick, okay?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
You could see Charlie coming towards you. His walk had a purpose, but one that was unknown to you.
“Hello, Mr.Ortega! How can I help?” You put your hand out to Charlie, signaling to him that if he talked he would be dead as Kenny spoke.
“I’m not sure if the girls have told you, but we’d love to have you perform your songs at the showcase.” He said, and you chose your words wisely, so that way Charlie wouldn’t know.
“I’d love to! What time, and which ones would you like to hear?” You asked, as you pulled out a pen and rolled up your sleeves.
“Ice & Fire, Enemies to Lovers or uh, E.T.L., I believe that was how Jadah referred to it?” He said, and you could tell he wasn’t sure what to call it.
“Yeah, I can do that, any others?” You said, scribbling down quick abbreviations of the titles.
“Oh there was one more, How to Be a Heartbreaker, I loved that one.” He said, pausing. “And I believe that Jadah mentioned that you had a few others? If you want to pick one or two, that would be great!”
“Alright! I know it’s weird to ask this, but no one has given me any details, so what time is the showcase, and where is it?” You asked, excited for the opportunity to perform.
“4:30 this afternoon, in dance studio A.” You wrote down the time quickly.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“I’ll be landing from my flight only an hour before that.”
“Y/N?”
“Yes?”
“You can do it.”
You scoffed a bit as the call ended. “Fuck.” You cussed under your breath.
“Wow, you talked to Kenny, and that's your response to a conversation with him? Anyways, I’m going to grab a coffee, want one?” He offered.
“Uh, I’ll just take a muffin, if they have one.” As you walked away, your brain was moving a mile a minute as you tried to figure out how everything would work.
“C’mon Y/L/N, if there’s one thing you can figure out, it’s making this work. You can do this.”
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“Owen!” You said, running over to him.
“Hi!” He said giving you a hug, and then he looked at you. “Sav told me, you look like a mess.”
“Yeah, I know. Look, can you fix my necklace?” You said pointing to the jumbled mess it had gotten into around your neck.
“Yeah, ‘course, turn around,'' He said, and you did so. He got surprisingly close as you moved your hair away from your neck, and as he fiddled with it, you could see Charlie out of the corner of your eye. He had a look that you couldn’t put your finger on, but it almost seemed like… jealousy?
“All done!” He said, patting you on the back.
“Thank you,” You said, adjusting your sweatshirt a bit.
“You got this,” He said, grabbing your hand. “Okay?”
“Okay-” You said, but Kenny’s voice rose above everyone else's.
“Hello everyone! If you could turn your attention to the mirror, that would be great!” Everyone’s eyes turned to him, standing on a chair with a mic in hand. “Here's how this is going to work. I’d like our lovely leads to come to the mirror. Anyone else who isn’t singing can stand off of the dance floor over there,” He pointed to an area.
“If you are singing, you can follow me,” Paul said, raising his hand.
“Okay, go!” Kenny said, and as you followed Paul, you could hear him as a question. “Where is Charlie? Jeremy, check that bathroom, and Owen, look in the break room.”
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“That was amazing Anna! Okay, who is next?” Kenny said, motioning to the person in front of you to come out. “Ah, Kevin, what do you have for us?”
Kevin began to talk, but it was hard to hear anything over your beating heart. You tried to take deep breaths, but it just got louder, and your worries began to overwhelm you. You took a step back in the line, making your way to the back. That would give you some time to overcome your worries before you went out there.
The line seemed to move a warp speed, because before you knew it, Kenny was calling your name.
“Y/N? Are you back there?” He asked, and you could hear everyone start to whisper when you didn’t respond.
“Yeah, gimme one second!” You said, fixing your shirt a bit. You got this. You can do it.
As you stepped out onto the stage Kenny’s face lit up. “There you are! How was the flight?” His eyes were kind, but as you looked into the audience, there were many shook faces.
“It was rough, but I’m happy to be here,” You said, sitting down in the chair in the middle of the stage. You kept taking deep breaths, trying, desperately to calm your nerves.
“I know you have a couple, so whenever you are ready, just say the song's name, and what characters you wrote it for,” Kenny explained. You looked around to see who was there. There was the choreo team, some Netflix executives, the lead cast, and a couple of other people who you didn’t recognize.
“This is lce & Fire, and I pictured Alex and Willie singing it.”
“Oh the desire
Like Ice & Fire
Shout it out loud
They won’t bring us down
Not a disgrace
We’ve made mistakes
Our love is strong
So sing along
I’ve been looking for you for so long
(I couldn’t find you)
Now that I’ve met you I’ve
Done something wrong
Oh, Ohhhh, Oh
Oh the desire
Like Ice & Fire
Shout it out loud
They can’t pull us down
Runnin’ from our past
Met in a crash
Through thick and thin
We can win
I’ve been looking for you for so long
(I couldn’t find you)
Now that I’ve met you I’ve
Done something wrong
Oh, Ohhhh, Oh
The forces pullin’ us together
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Oh hold on a little longer now
We’re Ice & Fire
(Fire)
Two parts of one
(One)
Can’t you see the passion in my eyes
Of Ice & Fire.”
As you finished, the final chord rang out from your guitar. The room was silent until Kenny spoke.
“That was wonderful! Booboo, Owen, what do you all think?” He said, turning to the actors for their opinion.
Booboo nodded to Owen. “Well, I think that your song embodies the characters really well. Uh, I definitely would love to sing it in the show, and I, uh personally can see our characters singing it. You wanna go?”
“Yeah, I agree with Owen on so many levels. I’d love to sing Ice & Fire, if that's okay with you Kenny,” Booboo turned to Kenny and the smile that was on his face was slowly mirrored on yours.
“Let’s do it! You wanna sing any others?” The room held its breath waiting for a response. And so did you.
Your first song had passed the test. Made it through. Your knee started bouncing again and you looked up to Savannah.
You got this. She mouthed.
You cleared your throat and moved the capo on your guitar. “Yeah, uh, this one is called Enemies to Lovers, and I didn’t write this one about any specific characters so it can be changed to fit any of them.”
You started singing and getting into the song. A door creaked open and you looked up, curious, and you continued to sing and play.
It was Charlie. He looked like a mess, like he had just gone to hell and back. Moving among the cast to find his seat, he didn’t notice you singing. Until you started the chorus.
It’s like we’re written in the stars,
Enemies to Lovers
Swinging past the bars,
Baby, we’ll discover-
You, me, we’re not so different,
You, me, we always win it,
You and me, we’re better than we seem,
Enemies
He watched you as you sang, and you, in turn, watched him. As you went into the chorus for a second time, you saw something change in his face. A realization or something, and you turned back to face Kenny as you finished the song.
We are written in the stars,
That's how we became
Well, what we are
Bicker hard and far,
Maybe we’ll discover-
You, me, we are different,
You, me, we can’t beat it,
You and me, we’re worse off than we seemed
You strummed your guitar, leaving the song and the story unfinished.
“That was amazing, unfortunately, I don’t think we have space for it in our show.” He smiled. “Someone will contact you about using Ice & Fire.”
The panel along with the rest of the room, packed up their things and started to leave until just you and the main cast remained. You started to walk out of the room when someone called out.
“Y/N! Wait!”
It was Charlie.
You looked at him, “Yes?”
“What the fuck was that song? Who’d you write it about?” He asked, like a love struck boy.
“I wrote it about you, duh!” You watched his face turn into one of- slight happiness? You laughed and started to walk away. Of course, he would think it’s about him, but why would it be? “Fuck you, Charlie. I didn’t think you were that self-centered!”
“I’m not!”He countered, and you stopped walking to look at him.
“Really? Cause only a self-centered person would ask me that… Or, do you have a crush on me? Aww, that’s so sweet!” You mocked. “See you around, lover boy.”
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