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My p3r preorder has arrived and yet I cannot play it bc all my younger siblings are home and are using the tv….💔 I’m seriously gonna have to wait until nighttime to play it for the next SEVERAL days 😞
#starts crying and sobbing#ughhhhrrfhhhjjsjsjshhahhhhhhhhh#sighs heavily and buries head in hands#and even if nobody was using the tv my siblings are so ridiculously loud I wouldn’t even be able to focus 😞#rip my sleep schedule like genuinely 😭#p3r#persona 3#I could probably play it w everyone awake if I really wanted to but I need to be LASER FOCUSED#I’m being very picky basically#bc I need complete silence so I can fully immerse myself#LMFAOOO I SOUND SO SILLYY#erm I need complete silence 🤓☝️#LMAOOO#Listen I cannot afford to miss a single cutscene nor a single beat of music#HAHAHAH#I laugh but I’m dead serious#catch me up at 2am playing p3r 🤷♂️#I love my aigis figure btw yayy#I feel so excited that I am actually a bit ill…I may throw up…#nah bc maybe my therapist had a point when she said I should meet twice a week instead of once good god#IM KIDDINGGGG
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Two idiots in love. (P12)
Joel Miller x anemic!reader
Summary: The reader wakes up and Joel is there to comfort her.
Warnings: ptsd, depression, brief mention of rape, panic attacks
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Part 1 and 13
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Joel was grateful that he didn't have to deal with snow anymore.
Y/N had been asleep for almost 48 hours now, and he was beginning to worry.
To give everyone a break, they hid in an abandoned RV.
Just until she could wake.
Joel stepped outside to talk to Ellie, who was sitting on a truck bed nearby.
"Ellie! I found this in there! Beefaroni. Chef Boyardee." And he held up the can like a kid on Christmas.
Ellie nodded, "Okay. Cool. Probably won't be as good when you cook it."
They both laughed, but those laughs turned serious as they both remembered Y/N.
…
Joel was startled by the loud gasp of air that came from the RV couch.
He quickly kneeled next to the couch that held Y/N. He took her head in the hands gently, "Y/N….? You awake?"
Her eyes opened just barely.
Joel let out a breath of relief, "Oh, sweet girl!"
She let out a whimper and squirmed in his hold, "D…stop… stop, please…"
Joel wanted to cry at the lack of strength she had left.
"Y/N. It's me…"
His words did nothing to soothe her.
Her hands came up to grab his, "I didn't do anything… please…"
Joel immediately let her go to give her space, letting his hand move away from her face and rest at her waist.
But this only made things worse.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She clawed at his hands in a desperate attempt to free herself from him.
Joel grabbed her face again, determined to let her recognize him. He pulled her face close to his and let his voice relax, "Y/N, you sweet, sweet woman. Please look at me. It's me. It's Joel."
She simply stared in fear.
He had seen her be scared many times, but never had she looked so terrified.
And it was from him.
"You know me." Joel tried to reason.
She cried out as she studied his face. A look of recognition crossed her features. "I… J…Joel? JOEL?!"
He smiled with a laugh, "Yeah! You're safe, honey…"
She jumped into his arms, crying into his shoulder.
He held her tightly, letting his arms wrap around her shaking frame.
He kissed the side of her head in relief, letting his eyes close to enjoy the moment while he had it.
"You okay, sweet girl?" He asked softly.
She pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes, "Is Ellie o…okay?"
Joel smiled and gently wiped at her tear-stained face, "Yes. You protected her. She's just fine. You need to tell me about you."
She shook her head, "'M fine."
Joel shook his head, "No. You need to be honest with me. I need to know what happened in there."
She sniffled, shaking her head as well.
Joel sighed in frustration.
He watched her eyes fill with tears again at his sigh. "Oh, honey. I didn't mean to-"
"-Plea…please don't hurt me, Joel…"
"W…what? Y/N, I'm not gonna hurt you."
She was insistent, "p..promise me?"
He nodded without thought. "I'd promise you anything you wanted. You know that."
She seemed to accept his words.
But Joel saw the way the shine in her eyes dulled away.
…
"They had a guitar in that RV," Joel stated as they walked, "It was all smashed up but got me thinkin'. Maybe I should find one. I haven't played in forever."
Ellie nodded, following along with his trail of thoughts.
"In fact," he continued, "I was thinking maybe I could teach you. I bet you'd be great at it. Do you wanna learn how to play guitar?"
But she had turned her attention to Y/N, who walked on the other side of Joel like a skeleton that hadn't seen daylight.
Y/N was slowly turning into a shell.
"…Ellie?" Joel questioned.
"Oh, yeah. That sounds really cool." She nodded.
The three continued to walk. The man and girl occasionally threw worried looks at the other for the woman.
But neither of them knew what to do.
…
"I get you up there, you can drop that ladder down, maybe we go through that way. C'mon, I'll give you a boost."
But Ellie was distracted again.
Joel approached her again, following her eye line to see her staring at Y/N again.
The woman was sat on a crate nearby.
Her eyes never left Joel's frame, despite the empty look in her eyes.
Only then did Joel notice the hollowness of her cheeks.
The dark bags under her eyes.
The constant shivering of her entire body despite being fully dressed in 80 degree weather.
She hadn't spoken since the initial moment with him in the RV.
And that was a few days ago.
Ellie turned, "Boost. Got it."
When Joel moved to boost Ellie up, he saw Y/N slowly stand. He stopped her, "Hey, honey. You stay there. Just a minute."
When she said nothing, he took that as an answer.
He boosted Ellie up with relative ease.
She picked up the ladder, but got distracted and dropped it, "Woah…"
It crashed on the floor loudly, making Y/N flinch terribly.
"Goddammit, Ellie!" Joel grumbled.
He turned back to his woman, "Sweet girl?"
She said nothing, her gaze already on him.
"Let's go up, yeah? Can we do that?"
She let out a soft sigh and stood.
…
It took the two a while to catch up to Ellie, but when they did, they were in awe.
Well, Joel was.
A giraffe at eye level.
He turned back to Y/N, "C'mon." And he offered his hand to her.
But she only stared at it.
He sighed and nodded, walking to Ellie alone.
Y/N watched from behind as they began to feed it.
She had been fighting with her mind.
She looked at the two in front of her. Her family. She knows them. She knows she does. She feels safe with them, but her mind only replays David's words and actions in her head.
And she was scared that he was right.
The giraffe began to walk away, and Ellie was determined to follow it. "C'mon, c'mon!"
Joel sighed and turned to follow her, walking to Y/N. He offered his hand once more.
She stared at it.
Then slowly took it.
Joel smiled as their fingers intertwined carefully.
…
The three stood on a balcony, taking in the fresh air.
Y/N sat on the opposite end, needing some time to herself.
"Look," Joel sighed at Ellie, "I don't know where this hospital is-"
"We'll find it."
"Sure," he nods, "It's just… Maybe there's nothing bad out there, but so far, there's always been something bad out there… We don't have to do this. I just want you to know that."
Ellie scoffed, "What do you mean? What else are we supposed to do?"
"Nothing. We go back to Tommy's. We forget about the whole damn thing."
Ellie stared at him in disbelief, "After everything we've been through. Everything I've done… What Y/N did… It can't be for nothing."
Joel felt his jaw clench in thought.
"I know you mean well," Ellie smiled, "I know you wanna protect me. You have. And when we're done, we'll go wherever you want. Tommy's, sheep ranch, the moon… I'll follow you anywhere you go."
Joel laughed under his breath.
"But," she continued, "There's no halfway with this. We finish what we start."
He finally nodded, "Alright."
"And," Ellie pointed at him, "When were you going to tell her about her son?"
Joel froze, "…w…what?"
"I read the note, Joel. I know."
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "I will. I was gonna. But… I can't tell her anytime soon. Not in her state."
Ellie nodded.
"Tell me, Ellie… what do you think happened to her exactly?"
The girl sighed, "Joel, you know what probably happened. You're not stupid."
He nodded. "Guess I was just hoping you'd have something positive to say."
She gave a sad smile, "Not about this."
Joel let his eyes wander over to Y/N's meek frame.
The things he would do for her.
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he’s the only one i could call
“fuck.” i groaned, leaning my head back against the headrest.
i lightly slammed my hands down on the steering wheel and lowered my music.
my car had broken down a few cities over from my own.
i picked up my phone to check the time.
3am… of course it is. nobody i know is gonna be up right now to save me.
“this is what i get for neglecting the check battery light” i think to myself. my car stalled a few more pathetic attempts to start as i realized i didn’t have the money for a tow service right now either.
i glanced around and picked up my phone to check maps. maybe there’s a 24 hour diner, or somewhere i can stay till it’s a reasonable hour.
nothing. i wanna throw my phone after i check how far i actually am from my apartment.
as i try one last attempt to move around the map and find a savior my heart drops to my stomach, and leaps back into my throat once i realize just exactly where i am.
two neighborhoods over is his house.
i giggle to myself as an idea flashes in my mind.
before i continue i’ll give context.
the whole reason i’m even cities over from my own was because i took a drive to clear my head. to try and forget him.
i had been trying everything i could but he was always gnawing at my brain. always. and i had been trying to control my obsessive tendencies after our fall out.
i had been doing good but, stuck in a neighborhood so close to his house made my body ache.
my fingertips tingled in anticipation as they hovered over my phone screen.
i wondered if he was even awake. he never really had a great sleep schedule. i checked the time again… 3:05.. i hope he’s not with her.
i nibbled at the inside of my cheek before i threw all reason out the window…
it rang a few times before a familiar, sleepy voice, answered
“[name]?”
my breath caught in my throat before i answered
“hey… hey i’m sorry i know it’s late- were you sleeping?”
“yeah but it’s fine.. are you okay? why are you calling?”
i smiled to myself. he still cares.
“i’m fine! i’m okay! swear. it’s just my car broke down really close to you. everyone i know is asleep…”
i trailed off. i probably sounded so desperate. it dripped off of me.
“[name].. i’m with my girlfriend.. cant- cant you call a tow service?”
i bit the inside of my cheek again. hard. i don’t care about his girlfriend. i’ll kill her.
i shook my head and nervously played with a loose thread at the end of my dress
“i.. uh.. dont have that kind of money right now.”
i sound genuinely pathetic
“i see… uh.. okay um i can come help you. just send me your location… and [name]?”
“hm?”
i practically whined at the idea of him coming to rescue me
“i’m just going to jump start your car and leave okay? please don’t make this a.. a thing”
that stung. i swallowed hard and nodded like he could see me
“yeah. it- it wont be.”
my phone beeped indicating he ended the call. i squirmed in my seat as i sent him a pin of my location.
make it a thing? what the fuck?
i wanted to rip out his throat.
shifting uncomfortably i waited outside in the cold. i leaned up against the drivers side window, shivering and pathetic.
when his cars headlights pulled onto the street i was on i felt my heartbeat quicken and my body tingle.
i was starving.
“hey..”
he said, walking up to my car with cables in his hand
“hi…i’m sorry again about this.”
i smiled softly at him. he always liked when i smiled at him that way… i hoped he felt something. anything.
he smiled back and i swear i could see his eyes linger over my body for a little too long
i felt like pouncing on him like a predator catching its prey.
“no worries. i told my girlfriend i’d be quick so, lets do this”
i felt rage flicker in my gut. stop fucking talking about her.
“right..”
i clearly sounded upset but i didn’t care.
my bones ached as i watched him attempt to jump start my car. he looked as gorgeous as ever.
it started pretty much instantly and i panicked. he couldn’t leave yet. no, no, no, not yet.
“w-wait!”
i practically yelled at him
he stopped abruptly, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst
“what?!”
he was visibly concerned. never mad. he never really could get mad at me.
i felt tears well up in my eyes
“don’t leave…please.. i’m-i’m sorry. it’s been so long since i've seen you. i had to see you. i can’t stop thinking about you. please please don’t go…”
i felt so many emotions bubble inside of me, i felt like i was going to burst
he stared at me for a long time… then.. he smiled.
“cute.”
i swallowed and looked down at my feet
“stop. i’m sorry. that was really stupid.”
i didn’t look up but i heard him take a step towards me
“[name]….”
i looked up. he was right in front of me, closer to me than he had been in months.
i clenched my jaw. i could smell his cologne and my knees nearly buckled.
“stop it!”
i stepped back. i wanted him so bad but i knew it was wrong. i wanted to kill his girlfriend and rip out his throat, but i was trying so hard to be better. i was really trying
he let out a soft laugh and reached for my hand
“i guess i’m the one making it a thing…”
he held my hand in his so gently i felt myself melt.
“no. we can’t…”
i sounded small, pathetic, desperate. i clearly didn’t mean a word.
“hmm”
he hummed gently, moving his hand up to brush some loose hair behind my shoulder and trace my neck
“why not?”
i didn’t answer, i just held his gaze. it was so intense i nearly looked away.
i knew i could eventually get him where i wanted him…but.. i didn’t think it'd be this easy.
i shivered at his touch and something flickered in his eyes
“you look as beautiful as ever. i like this dress on you..”
he sounded starving now.
“it’s new”
i squeaked.
“mm very pretty, doll”
i let a whimper escape my lips at the nickname and he grinned
“come here.. let me warm you. it’s so cold out here…”
i stepped closer to him without a second thought. anything he wanted i would do it. anything at all.
he wrapped his arms around me and i couldn’t contain myself anymore.
i tangled my fingers into his hair and pressed my body against his, whimpering in the process.
i needed him bad. primal. animalistic
his hands roamed my body, grabbing and groping every part of me.
my breathing quickened as i melted into his touch.
“please..please”
was all i could manage to moan out.
he was barely touching me but i felt my pussy throb and dampen at every grab and tug from his hands
“you’re so pathetic. it’s adorable”
he cooed into my ear before nibbling it a little
we were still outside leaning against my car, his hand travelling up my dress and teasing the waist band of my panties
“[name]… please..”
i couldn’t control myself around him. he was so warm. so sweet. so perfect.
all of a sudden he pulled away tugging my body towards his car. fast.
i barely had time to register what was going on before i was in the backseat and he was looming over me.
i could see glimpses of him in the moonlight. he looked so disgustingly perverted and hungry for me. i fucking loved it.
“you’re such a fucking tease in this little dress. begging me to come save you, to rescue your pathetic ass…”
he said in breathy whispers as he groped my tits and pinched my nipples through the fabric of my dress
i moaned loudly and squirmed underneath him, feeling his hard cock pressed against my thigh
“i can’t believe you [name]. i can’t believe what you do to me”
he quickly slipped the dress off of me and his mouth was on my naked body in an instant. digging his nails into my waist and leaving sloppy, uncoordinated kisses, over my chest and stomach
“mmm… fuck… [name]… please just use me however you want”
i whimpered pathetically each time he moved his mouth or hands
“oh i will.”
i could barely stay conscious between his hands wrapped around my throat and him rubbing his thick cock against the fabric of my panties
it all felt so good i nearly came just from that alone
he ripped my panties off and shoved his cock into my dripping pussy with one swift motion, i saw stars
i coughed and sputtered from the pressure on my neck as he rammed into my cunt
“oh my god.. fuck.. [name] you feel incredible”
he released his grip on my neck to move a hand down to my aching pussy
he gently rubbed my clit as he pumped in and out of me and i could’ve sworn i saw god.
i whined like a pathetic dog as he violated me in ways i had never experienced from him before.
i knew our past sex was good but holy shit
“[name].. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry”
he apologized profusely as he struck me across the face and rammed into me harder
“you’re just so pathetic, i can’t help myself…”
all i could get out was pathetic whines as i looked up at him with desperation.
i wanted more. i wanted everything he could give me. whatever he wanted to do i would take it and i would love it.
“fuck. fuck. fuck. [name] you’re so tight”
he groaned loudly as he rubbed my clit faster
i clenched around his cock as i felt him release a huge load of hot cum inside my womb
i came at the same time, my pussy spasming on his cock as we both let out animalistic groans and pants, clinging to each other like this would be the last time
it was never the last time.
“oh my god..”
was all he could manage into my ear as he collapsed on top of me
i could feel our heartbeats colliding into one, pounding against both of our chests
i laid there staring up at interior of his car, catching my breath
i had asked him to come rescue me in hopes that maybe he’d feel something for me when he saw me
i asked him to save me because i needed to see him
come to find out…. he felt the exact same way
i smiled to myself as he played with my hair, still laying on top of me and softly breathing into my neck
we hadn’t spoken a word to each other yet but, i knew.
i knew he felt the same way i did
all this time i thought he had moved on
but we were just as desperate and perverted for each other as we had been back then
i really need to kill his stupid girlfriend. then he’ll be mine forever.
so much for “getting better”
i never will as long as he’s breathing. i never wanted to in the first place.
“i love you [name]”
he sighed softly, placing a gentle kiss on my neck
“i love you too”
i will never let my darling go… ever. again.
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genres/tags: body swapping/your name au; mystery; angst; minwon are roommates; reader is a small town [gender neutral] living in a lonely world. warnings: coarse language; major character death (non graphic/not shown). wc: 1.8k
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[where and, more importantly, when] In the past week and a half, Wonwoo has slept better than he's ever slept in his life.
Actually, maybe "better" isn't the best descriptor for his sleep. Longer, certainly. Dreamless.
When he closes his eyes, he no longer dreams through yours. He no longer finds himself trapped in your tiny town, in your lonesome loft, in your dead-end job...in your body.
Wonwoo keeps telling himself he should be happy; relieved. What he was calling a curse a few weeks ago is finally over. He isn't waking up in an unfamiliar body every other day anymore. You're not messing with his life anymore, intentionally or not. Yes, he should be thankful that all that body-swapping nonsense is over.
Groggy, eyes drooping, Wonwoo watches coffee drip from the Keurig into his whale shark-shaped mug. You'd bought that mug with his money, at the aquarium you went to in his body, since your small town doesn't have places like that. (And you've never left.)
((In your own body, anyway.))
The TV across the apartment plays the general news channel, but Wonwoo stopped paying attention at some point.
His phone lies face up on the counter in front of the coffeemaker, the daily journal app you used to keep him up to date on your shenanigans in his body open. If it weren't for your notes — and the kitschy mug in front of him — he'd almost believe that all the times he woke up and spent the day in your body were dreams.
Wednesday 10:38PM Obviously I didn't take your car to the aquarium. You city people drive like fucking animals. Makes me glad I've never left.
Thursday 3:45PM You don't act like it. -W
Friday 11:01PM It's not like I've never wanted to leave. I mean, you've spent enough time there to understand. Everyone wants to leave, but it's only the lucky ones who actually do. I know we've been complaining about this whole thing a lot. But... I don't know. It's been nice to not be me. For a little while. You probably understand by now why I can't leave. I know you've been receiving the calls. My mom's condition has been like that for years... I don't want to leave her alone.
Saturday 11:48PM I didn't mean to be nosy, but they called you/me yesterday. They said your mom was awake and asking for you... but she was unconscious again by the time I got to the home. I can take care of her too, when I'm you. If you're okay with it. If not, that's okay too.-W
Sunday 9:06PM She'd know you're not me. I don't want to scare her.
Monday 11:59PM I could still take care of her. From the sidelines. If you want. -W
Wonwoo stares at the last note he put in the log. He didn't swap with you that night, or any night since, so you haven't read it. Now he's finding it hard to accept that he'd settled for this mode of communication. You'd tried to trade phone numbers at one point, but his messages weren't sending. The ones that you'd sent as a test went through, but there were no notifications for them. By the time he'd thought to scroll through his old messages, it was like yours were always there. He knew it wasn't because you blocked him — he could check when he took over your body, after all — so it didn't really make sense.
Not that any of this made sense, but still.
Something must have happened for the swapping to suddenly stop with no warning, but then again, it's not like either of you got any warning when it started.
Sighing, Wonwoo pulls up your number and hovers his thumb over the call button. He's never spoken to you, really — only ever heard your voice when he was using it.
He taps his thumb and brings his phone up to his ear.
It rings until the automated voicemail message plays, and he hangs up.
Then tries again.
"Hello?" an unfamiliar voice answers.
Wonwoo blinks. He's never talked to you face to face, but he knows this voice is one he's never heard before. "Who is this?"
"Who is—" The voice chuckles. "You called me, buddy."
"I'm looking for..." Saying your name out loud feels strange. He's never told anyone about you.
"Sorry man, they must've given you a fake number."
Wonwoo frowns. "That's not possible." You sent those messages to him before with the exact number he's calling now. "Just a couple weeks ago we—"
"I've had this number for like two years, so I don't know what to tell you."
"Two years?" Carelessly, Wonwoo's hand shoots out to support himself on the counter, and he knocks over your whale shark mug. "Shit." Hot coffee spills all over fake marble, and the handle of the mug cracks completely off. "Fuck."
Wonwoo hangs up on the stranger even as they ask if he's okay, and he tosses his phone on a dry section of the counter so he can hold the broken handle of your mug in one hand and the rest in the other.
He doesn't get it. He really doesn't.
But he feels like crying.
Why did it stop?
Where did you go?
Why did he have to break the one thing he has here that's yours?
The front door of the apartment opens, and through it steps Mingyu in his work attire. He toes off his shoes, puts his wireless earbuds in their case, and when Wonwoo can't hold in a sniffle, Mingyu looks up at him.
He meets Wonwoo's teary eyes, glances at your broken mug, and, shocked—
Whispers your name.
Wonwoo's mouth drops open. He can only stand frozen as Mingyu marches up to him and pulls him into a tight hug.
“Is that really you? It’s okay. It’s okay. We can go back and get you another one! Where were you? I’ve been— I thought—”
Careful not to touch him with the broken edges of your mug, Wonwoo pushes Mingyu off. “You knew?”
Mingyu’s eyes widen, and he backs off with a faux casual cough. “Haha… Knew what…?” he drawls, avoiding Wonwoo’s hard gaze and scratching the back of his neck.
“Don’t play stupid. You said their name.” Wonwoo puts the pieces of your mug on the counter. “How long?”
“I don’t know what you’re—”
“Mingyu.”
“The whole time?” Mingyu flinches back, wincing with one eye peeked open to watch for Wonwoo’s reaction. “Um…”
Wonwoo feels dizzy. “The whole time?!” he echoes. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“They told me not to!” Mingyu puts his hands up in defense. “They were embarrassed I caught them so quickly.”
“But… You… Wait, the aquarium… You went together…?”
Leaning into it now, Mingyu talks over Wonwoo’s confusion. “So where are they? Do you know what happened? Why did the swapping thing stop? Did you figure out how it works? Are they ever coming back?”
Wonwoo snaps back to into it at that last question. “I don’t— I don’t know.”
“Well do you know where they are?” Mingyu steps closer, his brows furrowed. “I tried calling them but some random guy answered. And I don’t know why — I swear they’ve told me a million times — but every time I try to remember the name of their town, I can’t. It’s like a blank spot in my brain.”
Wonwoo frowns. “It’s—”
Wait.
“It’s…”
The name is on the the tip of his tongue, but why should it be stuck there? He was living every other day in that damned town.
“Right?” Mingyu says. He snaps his fingers. “I know it sounds something like… cargo, or gunley, or scarsborough, or—”
“—reporting to you live from Garneau—”
Both of them whip their heads toward the TV, where a news reporter stands in front of a woodsy area. The sky behind them is gray, and the trees are lit by flashing blue and red lights
“It’s been just over two years since a missing persons report was filed after a barn party that was held on the outskirts of Garneau.”
“‘Barn party’?” Mingyu repeats. “Isn’t that—?”
You were the first person Wonwoo had ever heard use the term, since you were planning on going to one with your shitty coworkers. Wonwoo told you not to go — not just because of that one asshole who would always look at you in a way that made Wonwoo shiver, but because barn parties, whatever they were, couldn’t be fun. He had no thoughts on whether or not it would be dangerous.
“This morning, intense rainstorms in a marshy area not far from that party led to the discovery of a human body in the mud. Forensics are showing the person to have been in their mid-twenties, and that their body was submerged for at least one year.”
Wonwoo’s jaw clenches.
“Other details are currently unknown, but speculation leads to a connection between the missing persons case from two years prior. We urge anyone with any information on—”
Mingyu gasps when the reporter says your name.
“—to come forward. Until more information is discovered, however, this has been—”
“What the fuck.” Mingyu looks over at Wonwoo, whose face is blank. “What the fuck. What the fuck!”
Wonwoo says nothing. He can’t.
A week and a half ago, he started looking up treatments for your mother’s condition and better homes for patients like her. He missed a deadline for one of his projects while searching for other places you could visit as him that you couldn’t go to in your town, like the giant indoor amusement park, or that cheesy rainforest-themed restaurant. The last time he was in your body, he left a bowl of sliced strawberries in your fridge after you lamented missing the day some client sent an edible arrangement to your work.
Was that two years ago for you? Did you ever even see them?
Wonwoo goes to the entrance of their apartment, grabs his jacket, shrugs it on while slipping into his shoes, and puts his hand on the doorknob.
Mingyu puts his hand over Wonwoo’s. “Where are you going?”
Jerking his wrist, Wonwoo yanks open the door. “To find them.”
Mingyu follows him into the hall. “Didn’t you see the news? They’re—” He stumbles, eyes wide and breath starting to grow uneven. Then he swallows that moment of realization down and meets Wonwoo’s eyes with an uncertain tilt to his mouth. “You really think you can find them?”
Wonwoo can't answer that. “But I'm going anyway.”
Running his hand through his hair, Mingyu turns around for a few seconds with the other hand on his hip. He sighs before dipping back into the apartment.
When he comes back out, his steps are heavy with determination.
“I'll drive.”
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synopsis: in your school, yeonjun’s kind of a loser. but when u decide to talk to him and be his first real friend (#saviorreader), how could he not be in absolute love w u?
wc: 8,597
content: i used the word pretty too much but it's ok cuz it fits, both yj and reader r college students (i dont think i specifically mentioned college tho, i only used school), jun steals tiny things from u (little trinkets that were collecting dust), tbh the whole fic's a mess cuz im a mess for yeonjun, not proofread, mentions of alcohol consumption (yj and reader stay sober cuz they don't like alcohol), virgin!yeonjun, loser!yeonjun, tall!f!reader (basically same height as him), perv!yeonjun, honestly perv!reader too, yeonjun is rlly rlly down bad like so embarrassingly obsessed cuz i like my men like that, reader just wants to please junnie <3, hardcore mutual pining, ngl reader is kinda that girl, smut (mdni!), sub!yeonjun, oral (f receiving), jun LOVES ur boobs, possessive!jun (guy hits on u at one point, he becomes a whole new person cuz of u LOL), yeonjun is a sweetie i love him, yeonjun has that stroke game!!, jun jerks off while ur sleeping (ur not sleeping ur wide awake lmfao), hand n oral fixation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding kink, mommy kink, dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), nicknames (pretty boy, baby, junnie, kitty, whore, pervert), handjob, big dick!jun, dumbification, edging, marking, cum eating, spitting, hair pulling, praise kink, brief degradation, jun n reader r so obsessed n in love w each other it's crazy, so fluffy u want to knock urself out /pos, choking, aftercare, swearing, lmk if there's more!
it all started when you saw him sitting in the corner during lunch at school all by himself, doing something on his phone. you noticed him (well, everyone did. but you were the only one that really paid any attention to it), wondering why he was always on his own. on the fourth day of this, you decided to finally sit down next to him,
"hey, yeonjun, right? i hope you don't mind me sitting with you," and the moment you gave him the prettiest smile he'd ever seen, he was hooked. he'd given you the cutest little nod before diverting his attention back to his phone, trying not to make it obvious that his heartbeat had quickened dramatically, he swore anybody could see it pumping out of his chest. his messy long black hair and thin-framed round glasses fit so well with his face and were probably one of the prettiest things you've seen since..ever. this cycle continued for days, just you being there, no conversations shared, simply you two sitting there in silence as you both refueled for the day. eventually, he wanted more. he really wanted to talk to you, hear your pretty voice, see your pretty face, and really really wanted to sneak subtle glances at your chest. call him a weirdo, but you can't blame him, the only ones he's seen were ones in porn as he tried to get himself off to the thought of you. he hasn't even known you for 2 weeks and he's already cummed all over his hand and sheets whimpering your name as he shuddered at the pleasure. of course, he'd never admit that to you, no matter what..maybe. in the slightest chance you two do get together (a/n: u do.) he might just tell you. underneath his fantasies and perverted nature, he was just a shy boy who wanted to love you, and he made that his ultimate goal. once he finally gathered up the courage to say something to you, he wanted to make it meaningful,
"um..y/n..thank you for, you know, sitting with me everyday," yeonjun couldn't maintain eye contact with you if his life depended on it, you were just so hot, and you let out a small giggle at how adorable he was,
"no problem junnie," you put your hand on top of his for what he thought was the shortest time ever, and oh..the nickname. he felt his dick twitch when it fell out of your mouth, all he could do was flash you the sweetest grin and turn his attention back to his phone as always. you'd always wondered what he did on there, you had some ideas, but you never brought it upon yourself to peek, you felt that was too invading. and he's so glad you never did, that you maintained your perfect nature and never snooped, because if you did, he would've dug his own grave and gave himself a closed-casket burial. the things he wrote about you in his notes app..absolutely horrendous. the things he wanted you to do to him. yeonjun would always imagine those things when he jerked off in the shower, making him cum faster than ever, the steam making his head fuzzy as he whined. after he'd leave the shower, he'd put his shorts on and then fall asleep palming himself, desperately wishing one day his hand would be replaced with yours (a/n: it does). the day semesters ended and he got placed into not one, not two, but three classes with him, he could feel his spine tingle and his fingers quiver with excitement, more time to see you, he'd tell himself, internally leaping for joy. you simply thought it was a happy coincidence at the time, but nonetheless glad to see the boy who was slowly becoming your favorite. the boy who you always tried to sit next to in class, the boy who was in your mind when you wished the teacher to let you pick project partners. the day the teacher finally did, you never felt your eyes flick to him so fast, his gaze already on you. yeonjun smiled so brightly when you gave him your number, and you wished you'd given it to him earlier. when he came to your house to work on the project, he was enamored. you'd brought him to your room, simple, organized. yeonjun immediately noticed the cutest stuffed cat, the eyes in a ^^ shape and the faux fur fluffy and black by your pillow. he'd also noticed the tiny trinkets you left on your dresser, small polaroid photos and little things you'd bought. he took the smallest ones, the ones in the back that were slowly collecting dust, hoping that you wouldn't notice as he wanted more things from you. he focused as hard as he could on helping you with the project, wishing that you'd continue to invite him over even though you had no more work to do. the moment you took a quick break to leave for the bathroom, he scrambled to your bed, even though he'd sat on it before, he never got the chance to really sink into the soft mattress..oh. and that was it, the smell of your shampoo from your pillows filled his lungs, and it immediately became his favorite smell of all time. once he noticed you finished and were washing your hands, he immediately tidied up the sheets as best as he could, trying to make it seem like he didn't just shove his face into your pillows for the past 40 seconds,
"sorry..hope you don't mind me sitting on your bed," he'd mumbled a quick apology, hoping you wouldn't be too upset,
"hm? oh no not at all feel free, do you want something to eat? i can order takeout if you'd like, it's getting late," yeonjun felt his heartbeat pick up the pace once again when he saw your eyelashes flutter,
"uhh, sure. if it isn't too much trouble," he said softly, his voice slightly raspy making your stomach do tumbles before you let out a quick "it's really no problem at all" and ordered food. 20 minutes later, the doorbell was rung, and you raced downstairs to grab it, yeonjun following shortly behind you, trying not to stare at your ass and thighs as you ran down the stairs, you quickly thanked the person who delivered your food, before gesturing him over to the table as you laid all the stuff out. once he sat down, he felt his mouth water for two, very different reasons. yeonjun tried to distract himself by shoving his face full of food the moment you reminded him to help himself, eliciting a small laugh from you. halfway through you two eating, thunder boomed throughout the area, shaking your house ever so slightly (a/n: this has happened to me before), lightning flashing throughout the sky. usually, you loved rain, but you had company over, company that was yeonjun. not that you minded having him over, but you weren't sure if you could keep your relationship with him strictly in the friend zone if his pretty lips kept moving like that as he chewed. at that point, you were zoning out, staring at his perfect face until..uh oh. the power went out. (a/n: how coincidental...),
"are you sure you wanna head home in this type of weather? my phone says we have a tornado watch too," you asked, voice laced with concern, secretly wishing he'd stay. just the slightest bit. right?
"oh, is it really alright if i stay the night? i don't wanna trouble you more, you've already done so much," he mentally punched himself for not immediately agreeing to stay, but of course he didn't want to overstep his boundaries,
"junnie just look outside i don't want you walking home through that shit," you insisted on him staying for his safety, but on the inside wanted him to stay just so you could be with him longer, how selfish,
"i.." that nickname again, slipping off your tongue like second-nature, making his heart skip a beat, "fine," he gave in, wishing he'd given up earlier, but that would've made it too obvious,
"good. i shouldn't have even asked, i'll get you something to change into. i should have a spare toothbrush somewhere," you mumbled to yourself as you cleaned up everything, using your phone's flashlight to guide you through the darkness, before heading back upstairs to get the spare toothbrush and a change of clothes. after digging through your closet you found an oversized t-shirt and knee-length shorts, and finally found a toothbrush that you ended up getting from the dentist. after calling yeonjun up to make sure everything was okay, he caught himself before saying why can't i just use your toothbrush? once he finished changing, he found it so hot that your clothes fit him so well, loving how perfect you truly were. how you were just as tall as him, how you had the prettiest eyes, the most perfect lips, all of it was absolutely amazing to him. to stay polite, he opted for sleeping on the couch in your room, it was big enough, and he could sleep comfortably knowing you weren't even 5 feet away, although he wished there wasn't any space between the two of you. the rain continued to pour down, hitting your window like rocks, thunder cracking down like a whip. he found comfort in the sound, just like you always did. of course, when he tried to truly relax and fall asleep, he couldn't. the smell of you from your clothes enveloped him like a blanket, constricting him tight, giving him no room to breathe. he felt his mind grow hazy and his senses dull as he slowly runs his hand down to his pants, hips bucking up as he bites his lip to muffle his moans, hearing you shift quietly spurring him on, trying to finish as quickly as he could. eventually, he had to cover his mouth with his hand (a/n: his hands r so fucking pretty wth) to keep himself from being too loud, bucking his hips up even faster into his other hand, wishing you would wake up and finish the job. but he couldn't let you do that, especially with how you thought of him right now. what he didn't realize was that you were wide awake, hearing him moan and whimper into his hand..before hearing him whimper one last thing you couldn't catch. you couldn't catch him whimpering your name in front of you. you tried to play it off as hearing things, as the rain was still battering against your window like hell, but it was just..so clear. you could feel your panties slowly stick to you as your wetness slipped out of you. the noises that came out of him were so pretty just like he was. as you slipped back into sleep, you made a mental note that he really was your favorite pervy pretty boy.
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when you awoke, saturday sunshine gleamed through your window, the rain finally ending during the night. you tried to see if the power was back, and luckily it was. as you sat up, you remembered last nights events, feeling your slick still there. however, when you looked to your couch, yeonjun wasn't there. fuck, did he leave early? but, your thoughts were quickly shut down as you heard sizzling downstairs and a waft of bacon hit your nose. oh my god. how much better could he get? you slink out of bed, drawn to the smell like a zombie, trudging down the stairs before rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up,
"sorry junnie, but you didn't have to cook," i smiled softly, noticing how he jumped slightly at your sudden appearance. but, it was your morning voice that really got to him. he really didn't think you could get any hotter. but here you were, doing just that,
"oh, it's really no problem. think of it as me repaying you for, everything. i can't thank you enough for letting me stay over," he smiled at you, his hair even messier than usual, glasses hung low on his nose, the sight making you have to bite back a groan. you simply watched as he cooked, how he effortlessly flipped the bacon on the pan, plated it, then cracked two eggs, one in each hand. walking. fucking. green. flag. in your eyes, he couldn't get much hotter either, especially in your clothes. you found it so adorable how he was acting like nothing happened during the night, how he was totally oblivious to the fact that you were awake, while he was jerking off 5 feet away from you. how he simply gazed at you with the sweetest smile as he passed you your plate,
"thanks, junnie," you said as you ate your bacon and eggs. goddamn, he was a good cook, making the simplest breakfast taste gourmet. loving how he used the most basic seasonings could give something a whole new flavor. yeonjun had to chew even harder to keep himself from visibly giving a reaction to the nickname you used so frequently, relishing in the fact that even now it still had the same effect, "how'd you learn to cook so well?" you mumbled, mouth full of egg,
"i taught myself," he laughed, finding how you talked with your mouth full (with a hand covering your mouth of course, you're no barbarian) adorable, making your eyes widen,
"really? i swear if you open a restaurant i'll be your top customer," you promised, spilling out your true feelings about his cooking, making him blush and give a small "thank you" which made your heart melt. once you both finished eating you ushered him out of the kitchen rambling about how he'd done enough and to let you do the dishes, making him chuckle and lean on the counter nearby, watching you do the dishes with the cutest smile. of course, the moment you were done and turned back toward him he immediately averted his gaze, hoping that he wasn't obvious. thankfully, this time, you actually didn't notice, making him breathe a small sigh of relief,
"hey junnie? wanna finish up our project? we don't have much left to do and if we finish now we can relax for the next week until the due date," you asked, leaning against the counter, yeonjun taking in how good you look even at what you would call your worst, before giving the cutest little nod and a "sure!". so, you headed upstairs once again, yeonjun snickering when you almost trip, before letting out a yelp when you flick him on the forehead,
"you're so mean," he pouted, bottom lip jutting out, and boy, did you want to kiss him to make him shut up, but instead you made a face at him before running to your room. when yeonjun caught up you both agreed to start focusing on the project, while still sneaking glances at your chest, even though your breasts weren't as noticeable under your oversized t-shirt, he still marveled in the subtle outline of them. yeonjun was so glad you were focused on the project, telling him that you could finish this part and that he should just relax, your eyes darting back and forth between the textbook, your computer, and the paper as you scribbled down notes and wrote things down on the actual project. you had also started playing some music but not too loud or else you'd get distracted. yeonjun felt his ears perk up as he heard one of his favorite songs, then you turning towards him flashing another one of your pretty smiles, saying "you like this song too?" and he'd just looked into your eyes, nodding softly. you two simply sat there, making eye contact as the song played, after a while you smirked slightly before turning back to work on the project, sneaking one last glance in his direction. yeonjun just sat there in disbelief, eyes wide, tongue glazing over his lips as he wish he would've just leaned forward and show you how he felt. by the time you finished your part and he opted to do some more work for his section, you simply got up and sat on your bed, scrolling on your phone, wearing your blue light glasses. yeonjun tried to focus so hard, and eventually, he pushed through and got his work done. he spun around on your swivel chair, giving you the cutest grin,
"i finished!" and you high-fived each other, only one part left to do: finalize. that part was easy. all you had to do was organize all of your work and make it look nice. you decided to get a head start on that, and found some poster paper and an extra sheet of normal paper to sketch. you organized each part by topic, and the moment you finished formatting you got to work, writing things down, drawing, outlining, all the works. yeonjun just watched in awe, admiring your handwriting and fuck, your hands. how they almost covered the whole pen as you wrote, how your fingers traced over your writing to make sure everything was right. how you made sure everything was level with a ruler, he found your perfectionism so cute. everything about you was simply cute. yeonjun watched for so long, before mentally smacking himself, asking if you needed any help. you quickly turned him down saying "no, don't worry! i got this you just chill." and he couldn't help but smile at your response. after 50 minutes of non-stop work and songs put on repeat, you finally leaned back, and pumped your fists in the air, "woo..hoo," you said, but not nearly as energetic as it normally is. work was tiring. yeonjun laughed at that, before getting up and gently taking your hand, softly shaking your arm,
"good job y/n, you're gonna be the reason we get an a," he smiled down at you, you sighed softly and smiled at him, before letting out a quiet "thanks". he set your hand down and then asked, "wanna do something for the time being? or just do nothing for the next year?" making you laugh,
"i'd really prefer doing nothing, school is ass," your back is pressed against the chair still, and with yeonjun murmuring his agreement, you two just sat there, you on your chair, yeonjun on your bed, just enveloping yourselves in the quiet music, and before long, he'd actually leaned back, body sinking into the mattress, soon falling asleep. you heard him slightly snore, making you smile at the sight, then getting up to gently remove his glasses, setting them on your nightstand. then, you took a glance outside, noticed it was getting dark, and checked the time, holy shit! it's already 5? almost as if on cue, your stomach rumbled, hunger panging through your body. that was when you quietly walked downstairs again, digging through your fridge, deciding what to cook for dinner. after a bit, you settled on some stir-fried noodles with vegetables, trying to clean out some of the slightly older ingredients in your fridge. then, you got to cooking (literally). vegetables? washed. then? chopped. water? boiled. noodles? shoved in the boiling water. after a good 4 minutes of cooking the noodles, you heated up your wok, giving it plenty of oil, then tossing in your vegetables, stirring slightly before heading to drain the noodles, saving some of the water for later. you threw in some soy sauce, garlic powder, chicken bouillon powder (it's a sacred ingredient), and black pepper. soon, you put the noodles into the mix, tossing the noodles and the vegetables, then pouring in the pasta water, letting it mix with the soy sauce so it can bind with everything. lastly, you threw in some chopped green onion. another successful meal. cooking 101 with y/n. after turning the heat off, plating the noodles, and setting them on the table, you noticed that yeonjun still hadn't woken up. did he not sleep at all last night? honestly, it was possible. he didn't sleep very well, unlike his assumption, no thanks to the overwhelming smell of you. by now, it was 5:42. damn, that took longer than i thought it would. oh well. you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer, and finished your own serving, before grabbing a little bit more (a/n: eat your meals!!). now, it was 6:08. you walked back up the stairs, and yeonjun was still there. sleeping. like an angel. messy black hair over his eyes, fucking pretty boy. you tapped on his shoulder lightly, trying not to startle him. he peeked one eye open and hummed a little in acknowledgement of your presence,
"junnie, i made dinner, you want some?" you said softly,
"hm? oh yeah, sorry," he sat up, rubbing his eyes, before looking around for his glasses, then putting them on once he noticed where they were. he loved the fact that you took the time to take them off for him,
"no it's okay! i wanted to let you sleep longer but i don't want the food to get cold," you said, yeonjun nodding along as he followed you downstairs, mouth watering at the sight,
"y/n you really didn't have to you've already done so much," he said right before starting to eat, eyes widening at the flavor before hastily eating more,
"slow down! i don't want you to choke, and seriously don't worry about it, it helped me clean out my fridge so it's a win-win," you shrugged, before gently patting him on the back, receiving a small nod as he returned to a normal eating pace,
"its really good," he mumbled out, mouth muffled by food just as yours was that same morning, making you laugh softly,
"thanks junnie," you smiled at him too,
"maybe we should open a restaurant together, we'd make a shit ton of money," yeonjun chewed, looking at you with his pretty eyes, making you laugh softly again,
"sure. if all else fails, your the first person i'm calling. then, we get rich," yeonjun wished you would call him regardless, but that's a worry for another time. soon, he finished, and just as you did, he had a little bit more, finishing what was left in the wok. of course, he also insisted that he wash the dishes this time, trying his best to repay you for what you've done. you argued that you didn't need to be repaid, and that it was something you would've done either way. he blushed at that statement, how could you treat him so well? he finally gave up with a series of okay's and set all the dishes on the drying rack, drying the wok manually and opening the cabinet under your stove and putting it back with the rest of the pots and pans. and he knows where to put stuff? i am not the strongest soldier. to your dismay, he soon said,
"y/n i really should get going i don't need to have you do more stuff for me," he wished he didn't say that either, god did he want to live here with you forever, but he really needs to maintain his image, and seem like a normal guy who stayed over at his best friend's house who he's not absolutely in love with because of a fortunate unfortunate storm. but of course, you couldn't make him stay (you could), so you sighed, said okay, and went up to grab his stuff. you soon came down with his clothes and the toothbrush he used last night all in a bag. he thanked you again, before putting his shoes on and heading out the door,
"bye junnie! see you monday!" you smiled and waved at him, yeonjun shooting you a smile as well and returning your wave, and when you closed your door, you leaned your head against it. desperately wishing monday would come, missing him already. so, you decide to text him like any other normal person would.
y/n:
miss u already junnie <;/3 seen 6:53 pm
junnie!!
aw i miss u too y/n :( seen 6:54 pm
junnie!!
dw i'll see u super soon <;33 seen 6:54 pm
y/n:
i hope so, my house is so quiet without u :(( seen 6:55 pm
junnie!!
it's gonna be ok! monday will come before you know it! don't sleep too late ok? seen 6:55 pm
y/n:
thanks junnie, u too! see u monday :) seen 6:56 pm
you smile wide, kicking your feet as he hearted your message. you really couldn't wait until you saw your pretty boy again.
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yeonjun was right. monday really did come before you knew it. sunday slipped by so quickly, filled with excitement at seeing him again. you met at your usual spot, right between your lockers, with you holding your project, making sure both of your names were on the attached rubric and on the back of the project itself. you had to hold yourself back from giving him the biggest, tightest hug ever, to both of your disappointment. school that day went by quickly too, filled with you two laughing and having conversations with each other as much as you could, whether it was during your shared classes, lunch, or passing time. of course, you both also stressed together about upcoming finals, but ended with hyping each other up about how you're both absolute geniuses and you'll pass easily as long as you study together. easy. no problem right? and right after finals was homecoming, and yeonjun really wanted to be your date. neither of you really gave a shit about the parade nor the football game, since it didn't fit either of your interests, which was fine. more time to hang out. once the school day was over you met at the library, wanting to study together for finals for the extra 2 hours the school kept it open for students,
"hey junnie! got everything you need?" you smile at him, holding your books and all your other materials. he nodded, smiling at you, walking with you in step as you two headed to the library. you headed in, then found a spot surrounded by books where there weren't too many people, and sat down. you opened the first textbook and started to quiz each other. after making sure that both of you were proficient on that topic, you moved on to the next section. this cycle of events continued for the entirety of the two hours you were allowed to stay in the school after all classes had ended. as you two said goodbye to the librarian, you started laughing as yeonjun made a joke. the librarian smiled at the sight of you two, muttering “to be young and in love”. yeonjun heard this, and so did you, making you two laugh just a bit harder, with neither of you noticing why. today was a great day, filled with laughter, studying, and smiles as your favorite pretty boy made it all so much better.
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fuck. the day before..finals. you had no idea how the three weeks had passed by so quickly, but it was all the same. thankfully, you and yeonjun studied plenty every day. this time you went over to his place, textbooks, reviews, and notes scattered all over the floor as you prepared like hell. you also made flashcards for both of you, studying terminologies, formulas, and other basic questions on the exam. several of your teachers had also passed out reviews that were practice tests, which helped both of you a bunch. several hours had already gone by, and you were getting tired,
"junnie, it's like 7 i think we've studied enough for today. we started at like 2 didn't we?" you yawned, rubbing your eyes that had been reading for the past 5 hours,
"i guess so, yeah. sure we can stop. i think we're both ready anyway," he laughed softly, finding your yawn so cute. he starts to clean everything up, separating which stuff is his and what isn't. he still had those trinkets he'd stolen from you a week prior, they were hiding in his nightstand drawer, waiting for him to take them out like every night, to fiddle and examine them. there was no real reason he did this, by now he'd already memorized every little thing about them, but he did it every night like a ritual because they were yours. well. originally. he always made sure to give them a goodnight kiss before he went to sleep. he might give them back, but only if you asked. yeonjun had spaced out now, thinking about exactly that,
"hey. jun?" you waved a hand in his face, and he blinked his pretty eyes once, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose, making him scrunch his nose for a quick second which was fucking adorable,
"yeah? sorry i zoned out for a second," yeonjun blushed softly, wishing he'd taken your hand and kissed it like he's always wanted to,
"i know," you laughed briefly, "want me to make something? i'm getting kinda hungry,"
"me too but you don't have to cook," he quickly pushed you back down on the floor gently, insisting that he cook for you. you smiled at his eagerness and didn't budge. the moment he got to his kitchen though, he wished he'd taken you with him. you were still in the same house but he already missed you. your laugh, your hair, your face, your lips, everything. you missed him too, you always missed your favorite pretty boy. you decided to go back on your word, and go down the stairs. thankfully he wouldn't be mad about that, smiling when he saw your face, "what'd you come down for?"
"got bored, missed you," you returned his smile, being totally honest,
"really? i'm gone for not even 5 minutes and you already miss me?" he raised an eyebrow, slightly smirking as he focuses on cooking dinner,
"mhmmm," you hummed, making yeonjun smile even wider, grinning at how much he affected you. soon, he finished cooking and set both of your plates on the counter, not bothering to take them to the dining table. you two ate happily, chatting away and making jokes. if someone saw you, they'd probably assume you were a couple. which honestly, was true. you two were pretty much a couple, minus the pet names, the kissing, and hand holding. your hangouts and study sessions would fit as dates pretty well, you often shared deep conversations about the most random things, and you both spent basically all of your time together. yeonjun loved that about your friendship, he could wait a little bit longer than he already has to finally be able to call you his, hold your hand, and kiss you. of course, you took a half-step forward for the both of you when you thanked him for the meal, gathered your stuff, and gave him a kiss on the cheek when you walked out his door, asking him to text you when he's free. he blushed so hard the moment your pretty lips made contact with his face, stuttering out an "okay", you found him so fucking cute. when you got home, you two texted for hours. up until you had to unwillingly urge him to sleep because you two needed to sleep well to do well on the finals. he gave in, but only after you said no to his pleas multiple times to stay up a little while longer (he just missed you too much). that night, he kissed your his little trinkets an extra few times, hugging his pillow, desperately wishing for it to be you someday.
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when both of you woke up, you grumbled about finals and ended up texting to complain to each other the whole time as you two got ready. you surprised him by showing up at his door to walk to school together. he was so excited when he peeked through the curtains and saw you approaching through his bedroom window, rushing to finish getting ready to meet you. as he locked his door and you started walking together, falling in step, he was so close to grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles like he always wanted. if he did, you obviously wouldn't complain, the entire time, you wanted to pin him against a nearby wall and make out with him until sunset, and his messy hair slightly covering his eyes didn't help. and the glasses? oh my god you swore he did that just to torture you, his pretty lips glossed over by his tongue as he talked to you, absolutely no words making it through your ears to be processed by your brain since it was all filled with yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun. he had to wave a hand in your face to get you to zone back in because all you were doing was staring into his eyes as he rambled about physics, which he found an understandable topic to space out about. but what really got him was that you decided to space out..staring at him. out of all things, even if it was an accident (it wasn't), the chances were slim, but you still zoned out on him. god, he loved you, if only he'd say it out loud so you could say it too and the two of you would be happy for the rest of your lives together. when you arrived at school, both of you were disappointed that your conversation had to end, but you promised to sit together for lunch (you didn't need to promise, you always did regardless) and dread all the exams, the horrible teachers, and your shitty classmates. thankfully, time passed by quickly and you two were freed from the binds of hell school once again,
"junnie! how'd you do?" you ran up to him, gently touching his arm, making him stumble on his words,
"i did g-good, what about y-you?"
"me too! i think our studying really paid off," and you just had to squeeze his arm as you finished your sentence, making him have to stifle a whimper at the feeling of your perfect fingers around his bicep, the ones that he's worked on just for you. at this point, everything he did was for you. studying, doing his work, hell even breathing, eating, sleeping, drinking was all for you. he knew that you'd want him to, regardless if you explicitly said it or not,
"yeah, i t-think so too," he smiled so brightly at you, so happy to finally be done with finals, excited to take you to homecoming, "oh yeah, you wanna come to homecoming with me? unless you already have someone,"
"of course i don't, why would i need someone else when i have you?" you smile back at him, your words making his stomach do so many flips and his heart go completely arrhythmic from skipping so many beats, all he could do was just blush softly and continue to smile so prettily at you. as you walked out together, easily starting to make conversation again, you couldn't stop smiling due to the fact that yeonjun was one step closer to being yours forever.
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oh my god oh my god oh. my. god. homecoming was in 2 hours and you haven't started getting ready. you checked the time, and jumped out of bed, scrambling to pick out your outfit before running to take a shower, almost slipping in the process. you slid out of the bathroom after doing your skincare and drying your hair, and you noticed you still had an hour and a half. plenty of time, right? that's what you told yourself, as you collapsed on your bed for a bit, letting yourself sink into the comforter. that was, until you heard your phone buzz on your nightstand, and you smacked your hand around until you found it, staring at the screen until you noticed it was a text from yeonjun.
junnie!:
is it ok if i come over a little early? maybe at 7:15 or so? u still get 45-ish minutes to get ready :) seen 6:34 pm
y/n:
yeah sure! i'll let u know if u can come earlier seen 6:34 pm
junnie!:
okay! see u soon :) seen 6:34 pm
you smiled to yourself as you hearted his message, eager to have him come over as soon as possible. you focused on getting ready, putting your outfit on, making sure there wasn't anything wrong with the ensemble, quickly texting yeonjun to come over now. you finished getting ready by spritzing your favorite perfume on to top off everything, and right when you put the bottle down, yeonjun arrived. when you opened the door, he choked on his own breath,
"wow, you..you..wow," he was at a loss for words, making you laugh softly, beckoning him in. you felt your body melt when you fully took him in, holy shit. his hair was neat yet messy at the same time, and him in a suit? you were hooked, wanting to take him right then and there. you also notice him linger his gaze on you just the slightest bit longer than someone normally would, he really seemed to like how you looked,
"you don't look so bad yourself," you smiled, making his cheeks flush as he mumbled out a 'thank you', quickly rubbing his nose to prevent him from letting anything inappropriate slip out (not that you would care). soon, it was time to leave, and you both opted to walk as always, only wanting to have more time together just by yourselves. once you arrived at the party, it was horrendous. people were already wasted, there were drink spills, pieces of clothing on the floor, and people were making out..everywhere. if only those people were you and yeonjun right now, but first you two headed to a quieter area, both picking up some mocktails since neither of you enjoyed actual alcohol. you two were just sipping away at your drinks, joking with each other like you always did. of course, at one point yeonjun had to go to the bathroom, and one guy that had his eye on you the entire time walked over, taking advantage of the opportunity that had been plated so nicely in front of him,
"hey, now that he's gone, can i get your number missy?" he seemed drunk, but could still barely pass as sober, not that it mattered, you already didn't like him regardless,
"no thank you," you politely refused, hoping that he would just take the hint, but due to the alcohol, something didn't click. he kept insisting that he could be better, and that'd he'd never leave you alone like this. of course, yeonjun saw, he saw it all the moment he left the bathroom, and had just been peeking from the sidelines during the whole encounter, seething with so much anger you could almost see steam coming off him. his breaking point was when he tried to touch you, trying to steal you away, from him. he easily, and quite elegantly slipped through the crowd, catching the guy's wrist as he tried to grab you and lead you away,
"she told you no didn't she? if you can't take the hint from her, take it from me. fuck off," that was probably the hottest thing you've ever seen him do. you could already feel your panties getting sticky at the sight of him leaning down to match the guy's level, spitting insults about how he could never be enough for you, how he wasn't even close to your height, and that he couldn't provide for you like he could. like..he could. like he could. those three words confirmed everything you've been speculating about ever since you started talking to each other. now, with this newfound conclusion, you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. the moment the guy scurried away you got up, and as he turned to you, you gently took his face in your hands and kissed him. it was so much better than he imagined, him putting his pretty hands on your waist, pulling you closer. he immediately gave in when you nibbled on his lower lip, opening his mouth just for you. the way he gave you control without hesitation was one of the cutest things about him, and that only made your panties even more soaked,
"let's leave, yeah?" you said against his lips as you pressed small kisses on them, him nodding eagerly, so happy you feel the same way he does. you led him out of the party, and walked home together, holding hands and pressing kisses on each other's face,
"how long, junnie?" you asked, tone quiet, your eyes loving as you looked at him,
"honestly? the moment you sat next to me," he sheepishly said, looking down at the ground, blush tinting his pretty face,
"junnie don't be embarrassed, not gonna lie i started liking you around then too," which made him perk up, letting out the cutest 'really?' which you laughed at softly and pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, "really," making him give u the biggest, prettiest smile you've ever seen. he was so giddy for the rest of the way back, practically bouncing with happiness, he was just so relieved to finally know. once you reached your house, you both really, really let go. the moment the door was shut you two threw off your shoes, and made out all the way up to your room, you ending up straddling him on your bed, "you good to continue junnie?"
"mhm, i am," he nodded eagerly against your lips, never wanting to seperate from them, and you felt the same,
"good boy," you smiled against his lips, making his fingers squeeze your own slightly, clearly happy you thought so well of him,
"mph, mommy," yeonjun mumbled against your lips as you made out, grabbing your attention with the name, and making you pause,
"yes junnie?" you pressed soft kisses into his jaw,
"can i um," he trailed off, blushing out of embarrassment,
"don't get distracted pretty boy, tell me what you want," this time you took his hand and pressed kisses all over, making him groan,
"please, please let me eat you out, i've wanted to for so long," he whined out, now grabbing at your arm and pawing at your chest, making you smile, leaning down to kiss him again,
"of course, anything for you baby," you kissed his forehead as you said that, making yeonjun almost jump up in excitement, but remembering you were still on top of him, he let you shift off and he eagerly tugged his and your clothes off, forming a pile on the floor. the first thing he focused on was your boobs, latching his mouth onto one, kneading the other. the feeling of his tongue on your nipple made you groan out, running your fingers through his hair as he made eye contact with you, he was just so pretty. he moaned against you at the feeling of your nails lightly scratching at his scalp and brushing through his soft hair, making you jolt. it caught you by surprise when he reached down towards your cunt, mumbling a "this ok?" and only continuing once you gave him a verbal "yes", sliding two of his perfect fingers into you, your slick making it easy,
"sorry mommy, wanna eat you out after you cum," he peppered kisses all over your chest before latching back onto your nipple, you petting his hair briefly to let him know it was no big deal,
"'s okay kitty, no worries. you're making mommy feel so good, yeah? being a good boy for me?"
"mhm mhm," he nodded vigorously against your chest, you laughing breathily, muttering a "so cute", loving how quickly he slid into subspace for you. soon, he added a third, then a fourth. the stretch was delicious, he was so good, so good for you,
"junnie, you're so good at this," you laughed softly as he moved up to kiss you,
"really? i thought i would be doing horribly," he mumbled against your neck as he stilled his hand for a moment,
"why would you think that kitty?" you held his face as he looked up at you, melting into your touch,
"cuz this is my..first," he said the last word much quieter, and you almost didn't catch what he said,
"really? why didn't you tell me junnie," you brushed some stray hairs out of his pretty face as he nuzzled into your neck to hide his face, flushed red,
"i didn't know if you'd think i was weird for that, there was a couple times where i almost lost it, but i wanted to save myself for you. i only wanted to be yours, wanted to be good f'you" he pouted up at you when you moved his face out of your neck, yelping when you harshly pulled him up to you, kissing him hard, but easing down quickly so you wouldn't hurt him,
"i'd never think of you like that, junnie that's probably the sweetest thing i've ever heard. 'm sorry you had to wait so long," he smiled at your words, and smiled even wider when you kissed his nose, but then shuffled down, and pulled his fingers out,
"it's okay mommy, i would've waited as long as you needed me to," that statement made your heart swell, and then he kissed your thighs while apologizing for changing his mind again about what he wanted to do, but, of course, you told him it was okay. how could you be mad at him when he looked so pretty? with his lips covered in your juices already, going down on you like a madman, his long hair disheveled and messy, you almost came at the sight. when he spread your pussy lips wider with his thumbs and shook his head to get even deeper, it didn't take very long for you to figure out where he'd learned all this from (porn.) just so he could be prepared for the possibility of getting to be in the exact scenario he was in right now. he really was your good boy, wasn't he? learning all this just for you, just so he could be your favorite kitty. that made you so happy, hell, made you love him more, something you didn't think could happen. you felt yourself get closer and closer to cumming as he continued to lap at you and rub your clit with his nose. what sent you tumbling over the edge was when he moaned, loud. at first, you didn't know why, but then you felt yourself tugging at his hair, pulling him even deeper into you, the knot finally snapping, and a warm wave of pleasure washed over you. you let go of his hair, and rubbed the area softly as an apology. once your cum seeped out, he made sure not to waste any of it. once he finished,
"mommy, i really liked when you pulled on my hair, do it again please," he whispered, lips slightly parted and glistening in the moonlight, making you bite back a moan,
"of course baby," you caressed his cheek, him leaning into you as he pressed more kisses into your thighs. you pat your stomach softly, gesturing him to come over, "take your boxers off junnie," which he complied to without hesitation, now sitting completely bare in front of you, as you were to him. small beads of precum had already begun to slide down his pretty dick, dripping off his thighs onto your own. now that you'd sat yourself up more to be more comfortable, you pulled him into yet another kiss, this one soft, loving. although, halfway through, you wrapped your hand around his dick, slowly pumping, "still good junnie?"
"yes mommy," he nodded, "feels good,"
"yeah? you like this? tell me junnie, what were you thinking about that first night when you stayed the night?"
"w-what?" yeonjun blushed, hard. even though he'd thought to himself about possibly telling you if the time came, he had no idea that you were actually awake the whole time,
"you heard me baby, answer my question," you picked up the pace, pumping quicker and squeezing more, making his hips jerk,
"mommy, i-i'm sorry, your shirt just smelled so much like you, i couldn't s-stop myself," he whimpered when you pumped even faster, tears starting to flow down his face at the feeling, his tip red and angry, precum still dribbling down and pooling at your stomach,
"hmm, my junnie's a little pervert, isn't he? couldn't stop himself from beating his own dick like a whore cuz he wore my shirt?" now your pace was almost torturous, yeonjun whining almost every second, increasing in volume as well,
"y-yes mommy, i'm a pervert only for you. i'm y-your whore," yeonjun whimpered out, his hips bucking up into your hand as you kissed his tears away,
"mhm, you are, pretty boy," you leaned forward and bit down on his collarbone, lightly sinking your teeth into his pretty skin and leaving a red mark. you continued to leave behind countless hickeys and love bites on his neck, kissing them all afterward,
"s-so close mommy, kitty's so close," yeonjun mumbled out, hips still jerking,
"it's ok babyboy, let go i'm here," almost as if on command, he cummed all over your hand as he cried into your shoulder out of pleasure, legs shaking. you dramatically slowed down to help him ride out his orgasm still letting out small spurts of cum, "junnie you okay?" yeonjun let out small sniffles as he nodded into your shoulder, nose red as you held his face again, "i need a verbal yes, kitty,"
"yes, mommy, i'm okay. thank you," he kissed you, tear stains on his cheeks,
"good boy, wanna keep going or stop for tonight?" once you finished your question yeonjun let out a small yawn, making you smile and kiss his nose,
"can we sleep, please? we still have tomorrow, and all the other days," he looked up at you innocently, but what you saw was far from it. hair tousled, lips swollen, neck and chest littered with red marks, it was something you'd never get tired of seeing. you pressed several more kisses on his forehead, brushed his hair with your fingers, and led him to your bathroom to clean up. you turned on the shower, yeonjun leaning on you the entire time, yawning as you tested the temperature. once you concluded that the heat level was okay, and got in. he began to doze off on your shoulder as you washed his hair, waking up when you turned the water off and started to dry him gently. he giggled as you rubbed moisturizer into his skin, mumbling about how well you took care of him, and how much he loved you. you kissed his damp hair when you heard him say that, whispering "i love you too junnie" when you put another one of your shirts on him, put his boxers back on, slipped into pajamas yourself, and brought him to bed. with your favorite pretty boy fast asleep on your chest, you could happily sleep yourself.
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ur bestie hoppin in HIII
could u pls bless this space w some headcannons for carol finding out you like her 🫶🏻
BESTIE HAS SPOKEN!!
carol finding out you like her:
you definitely weren’t subtle about it, if anything it was obvious to everyone but her
she caught onto your flirting, and the way you looked at her. but she always chalked it up to playing around or something platonic
it would take daryl or someone else pointing it out to really make her realize
“are ya both ever gonna kiss?”
she would probably be in disbelief at first. you? like her? that couldn’t be right
but oh boy it was
the trick was, would either of you of you say anything? and the quick answer was no
but the long and lengthy answer is, she’ll make you say something
out of fear of being wrong, she didn’t want to make the first move. not wanting to make things ten times more awkward
and so, the teasing and flirting back had begun
carol would totally be more touchy with you, purposefully making you flustered and embarrassed
not only that, she’d purposely wear clothing that she knows you like. low-cut shirts, tank tops, she knows what you like
in which, you found yourself getting more and more attached to her
overall, the was attraction just growing. growing fast enough to where you mustered up the courage to say something
saying we’re in the prison era, you go to her cell late at night. hoping she was awake
and she was. welcoming you into her cell with a soft smile
she’d sit you down and talk for awhile, nervous about the whole ordeal
but soon finally finding the courage to muster out those words
“carol, i really really like you”
“i know. i just wanted to make you say it”
#carol peletier#carol peletier x reader#twd carol#carol peletier headcanons#the walking dead#the walking dead x reader#headcanons
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a skipp x male reader where, yk how he plays like his little ukulele (guitar?) Maybe just reader and skipp having a cute moment of him playing reader something sappy and cute and reader falling even more head over heals for him, PLZ FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS IS YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE OR ANYTHING❤
I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE THIS, also just for everyone's knowledge, Zeddyzi confirmed that Skipp plays a mandolin (I'm not sure if that's really changed) but I'm going to be sticking with that. I also made it a one shot, so just let me know if you want headcannons instead!
When Words Fail, Music Speaks
Skipp x m! Reader
Pronouns: Second person, male implied
Word count: 679
Tw: Too much cuteness, betting???
Late nights weren't exactly a you thing, but with all the stress if possibly not having enough money to feed everyone along with your own personal quarrels of having a huge crush on one of your closest friends, you don't particularly have a choice. However, that doesn't mean you necessarily mind. Looking at the stars and moon late at night when there's nothing else to bother you is very serene.
On the other hand, no matter how many times you try to think about literally anything else, your mind always wanders back to Skipp. With his kind eyes and caring heart, it's honestly hard to dislike him, but you got the short end of the stick. You don't just like him, you like him, which is almost a completely different problem.
"Hey (name)..." You hear from behind you, and you almost go flying like a feral cat. You turn around to see who just approached you and it's no one other than Skipp. "Oh! Hey Skipp!" You say, trying to mask your nervousness with excitement (it's obviously not working).
Before you really even know it, Skipp is sitting by you conversing with you like every time he speaks he doesn't make your heart race. "So, what's been going on with you?" He asks, looking at you with that almost sickeningly sweet face you've learned to love. "W-what do you mean?" You ask, almost completely about to panic and just run away towards the moon so you would never have to answer his question.
"I'm just a bit worried about you, you've honestly been acting a bit strange" He says almost defeatedly. Suddenly you feel a pang in your heart. Did I really make him worry about me that much? you think to yourself fear and anxiety plaguing your emotions. "But you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He adds on, which makes you realize how long you've essentially been sitting in silence for. "Oh no! It's just that I'm worried we haven't been making enough money...y'know?" You almost whisper shout, almost lying. It's not exactly that it isn't part of the truth, but it's not exactly it either.
"Thats okay! I worry about that too." He says, smiling at you so kindly. That smile that makes you feel like you could either vomit or die, or both. You look back at him, your face probably having a stupid lovesick look plastered on it. For once you are genuinely grateful that the moon has horrible illumination. "Is that why you're awake this late?" He asks, and before you even know it, you're nodding in agreement, silently hoping he'll offer to give you a hug or some other sweet form of affection to "help you sleep".
After you nod, he just looks at you, almost like he's studying your face like one would study an art piece. "Well...I can play you something on my mandolin if you'd like." He says, pulling him mandolin seemingly out of nowhere, but honestly, you could care less about the laws of physics currently, you just wish he would keep looking at you like that every single day.
"Yeah, I'd like that." You say smiling softly. He quickly lifts it up to himself and starts plucking the strings slowly. As he plays the mandolin the whole world feels as though it stops. The stars seem to shine brighter, the moon feels fuller, and you and him feel so much more awkwardly closer.
Before really anyone could stop it, your head is resting on his shoulder, and you're fast asleep. He glances down at you, a smile slowly making its way onto his face. He could worry tomorrow about making money or talking to you about your obvious feelings for eachother, but right now you're passed out on his shoulder.
Sure, tomorrow morning Vinnie and Stone will wake up first, and Vinnie will owe Stone extra food for having guessed that y'all would eventually fall asleep together, but that's for tomorrow. Tonight, you are a night person who happens to love listening to the mandolin.
This was so delightful to write, and I listened to so many songs played on the mandolin just to figure out how to write it 😭 Anyways for those who care, this is the song I honestly pictured Skipp playing
Have a lovely day y'all!
#skipp x reader ramshackle#ramshackle x reader#ramshackle skipp#ramshackle#THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE#OANCKSJCKDKKXKS#I LOVE THIS SM
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HI I LOVE YOU the Allies with a crush hcs you wrote are so cute I adore how you characterize everyone 😭 would you please do the SFW alphabet (from your pinned post) with America? Thank you so much :D
America SFW Alphabet
note: OMG THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!1!!! I LOVE YOU TOO SWEET ANON THANK YOUS O MUCH (i'm sorry this took me so long)
Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?
He's very openly affectionate with you, completely shameless when he kisses you in public. He compliments anything good he notices about you and always says he loves you, but he also likes hanging out with you at his favorite places.
Best friend: What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?
Tbh Alfred just saw you and decided to have a conversation with you, this could be anywhere while anything is happening. He's a very playful friend, he really likes playing sports or video games with you.
Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?
Most definitely he would. He likes if your head lays on his chest while he hold you with one arm, it makes him feel like he can protect you. Also he just seems like the type to rest on his back to me.
Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?
He can make scrambled eggs or toast, but thats the farthest his chef skills stretch. Cleaning isn't for him either since he always ends up breaking something on accident. He wants to wait until he can do those things to settle down, if he does. He's fine either way.
Ending: If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?
He'd wait for a good time then tell you he doesn't think this is working out, he probably didn't think of what exactly to say beforehand so it probably took him a good minute to finally explain his feeling.
Fiance(e): How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?
Not the wildest about marriage, he'd do it if you want though. You can also do it almost whenever, he doesn't care too much as long as he knows you love eachother. Probably wouldn't marry you like a year into the relationship though.
Gentle: How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?
He's nice and not too rough with you, but he's certainly not gentle either. Expect plently of excited hugs when you two see achother. He does care when you feel bad but he mostly just tries to distract you, unless he can fix it, then he'll gladly be your hero.
Hugs: Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?
Hugs you a lot, doesn't even think about it either. He's naturally an affectionate partner and love's hugs. He just kinda squeezes you for 7 to 30 seconds and probably gives you a few little kisses too if you're up for that.
I love you: How fast do they say the L-word?
Depends a bit on how your relationship started, longest it will take is a month into you guys being together.
Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?
He gets pretty jealous every once in a while. Dislikes when you spend too much time with other people, also doesn’t like it at all when other guys (or girls) talk to you like they’re into you. Definitely a hugger when jealous, if it’s bad enough he’ll mention that you two are together.
Kisses: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?
Loves to kiss you. He gives lots of excited kisses on the lips and cheek (mostly lips). His kisses aren’t all too rough though even if they’re fast, they’re always sweet.
Little one: How are they around children?
He's... alright. He's not the worst, but good is an overstatement. He likes to play with them until he's accidentally too rough and they start crying. He doesn't handle the moody ones well, but shy ones dont work either. Would not change diapers if its a baby, or do anything important in general. 3.5/10 with kids imo.
Morning: How are mornings spent with them?
Shakes you awake because he doesn't wanna be the only one awake. Thinks mornings are better when he drags you along with him to get IHOP once you two are ready, but at least he pays so thats a plus. Likes to go to the park afterwards so he can walk with you and start a race back to the car when done.
Night: How are nights spent with them?
He watches a movie before bed, won't force you to partake but will beg every time. After that he does the nightly rituals and struggles to choose a position to sleep in for about 20 minutes, then remembers something he wanted to look up and talks to you about it. Falls asleep midway through reading about it. You'd assume this would be annoying, but it grows on you.
Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?
A lot of people assume he's an open person but he does have things he keeps to himself. Doesn't do it all at once, just brings it up every once in awhile or if something reminds him of it. Doesn't linger on it too long, but you do start to learn his life story and whatnot the longer the relationship goes on.
Patience: How easily angered are they?
Not too easily angered. Some things can get to him though after awhile but after being frustrated for about five hours he forgives you. Can be pretty petty every once in awhile though.
Quizzes: How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?
Remembers about 70% of what you say, he tries to listen so he can get an idea of what gifts you'd like or to hear your interests. If he hears your impressed about something you saw, he might try it himself. Doesn't remember everything you say though, especially if you tell it while he's busy. Sometimes you say "hey, remember when i told you- (blah blah blah)?" and he'll lie that he does, then pretend to know all about the subject.
Remember: What is their favorite moment in your relationship?
Definitely something stupid. Either the time he snuck a (live) snake into a glass jar in the kitchen while you were in there or when he got you to come with him to a horror escape room and you two were chased by a man in a clown costume.
Security: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?
He'd protect you if you're in any danger, without much thought really. He is the hero so it makes sense. He doesn't get protective over too many things that aren't dangerous though, like you having other friends who are guys or anything like that. Doesn't like it if people hit on you though, not like he'll cause a scene or anything but he certainly won't allow it to pass by.
Try: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?
GIANT show off. Sometimes, though. Sometimes he'll just drive around with you while listening to music, or he'll take you to mcdonalds. Don't be shocked if he takes you on a luxury cruise for your fourth anniversary though. Also a fan of road trips to major spots in the USA with side trips to things like the salt and pepper shaker museum, or the biggest cowboy hat. LOVES day trips even if nothing special is happening though, expect one a week.
Ugly: What would be some bad habits of theirs?
Wore axe body spray at some point. Lasted two days until someone (you don't know who) had a talk with him about it. Depending on your opinion his fast food eating, and eating out very often in general might get annoying. Always pounds himself with cologne, sometimes multiple ones at once so he smells like a walking scent store. Would have a whole closet for 4th of july stuff, and sometimes brings the stuff out even when its not a partiotic holiday. Oh, also he has his flag on his boxers so look forward to seeing that if you look at the laundry.
Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?
Pretty shameless. He likes to wear really stupid stuff out and about to get stares since he thinks its funny. Does put some attention to what he wears though, especially if he feels its important. He likes to think he dresses good for the most part though.
Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?
He does think you're really important, but incomplete isn't what he'd describe. He thinks of you two as not only dating, but also best friends. He does miss you though when you two are apart, but he doesn't think about you all the time either. Never think of it as you not not being valuable to him though.
Xtra: A random headcanon for them.
Cooks barbecue every damn weekend, every other week theres a pool party with it too. Since his house definitely has a pool. People there are a mix of complete strangers and close friends of his you never met before. Be prepared for that.
Yuck: What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?
He's pretty open to various types of people, he doesn't like people who argue a lot though. Doesn't like extremely negative people either, especially if it brings everyone else down too. Of course, people who are sad or not overly positive in general are fine, he actually tries to help them feel better. Doesn't like the idea of someone who dominates his life either, he wants to be able to do things without being dragged down by his partner.
Zzz: What is a sleep habits of theirs?
Snores, noticeably but not too badly. Sleep talks too. Moves around. Always close to you though, will not ever leave ur side. Even if it means your being pulled with him if he falls off the side of the bed, which has happened before. Was funny to him, but not you.
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honey-kehlani
trope: fluffy
pairing: margo kess x black fem reader
warnings: some good old southern metaphors, Grammarly hates me (i think they anti black fr), lowk internalized homophobia but nothing insane readers kinda on the dl but not gross dl yk?, still ina rut lowkey, got up before my alarm and decided to finish this before i leave
song lyrics are italicized
w/c: 1.6k ish
saw you awake
Margo is pretty. Real pretty. Pretty like magnolias in May type. It’s not like you’ve never liked a girl before, because you definitely have. Them late-night reruns on nick-at-nite you used to watch with your family type shit. That 90’s type pretty. It’s not like you were foreign to the concept of being gay, or lesbian, or however the world wanted to label your innate attraction to girls. It just… wasn’t something you mentioned a lot. You’d talked about it a lot with your grandmother, but other than that? Liking girls was something you just didn’t mention. All you knew was that Margo was pretty, the type pretty to make you adjust your cargo pants so they hung just right, in the way so that when you stretched she could see the band of the Nike Pros you wore. Type pretty to make sure you kept your shoes clean, looking all fresh, type pretty to make sure your washday always happened. Cus girls like clean shoes and pretty hair, right? It wasn’t like you could just… go and spit game to her.
You were sprung off your ass and you couldn’t help it, shit you tried to swing from masculine to feminine enough to make her notice, but nothing seemed to work. You’d tried to talk to her, but it… did not end well. You were shy and blushy and didn’t know what to say.
“Talk to me sweet pea,”
“Grandmama it's just a lot on my mind,”
“Girl I am your grandmother, not talkin' to me is like a screen door on a submarine. It don’t make no sense baby,”
“I know,”
“Is it some girl?”
You tensed a little bit, your grandmother is the only one you’re fully out to.
“Yes ma'am,”
“She got your feathers all ruffled?” Your grandmother slowly looks up from the sweet potatoes she’s peeling, eyebrow raised with a knowing look and smile playing on her lips, a hot blush crawls up your neck and you swallow meekly, nodding.
“She’s real pretty Grandmama. Smart, too.”
“That’s real good, baby,”
“Grandmama I’m being serious, she pretty as a peach and I don’t know what to do about it,”
“What you mean you don't know what to do about it?”
“It’s like, every time I see her, I freeze,”
“Baby you fixin to be just another pretty face to that girl, keep acting like that,”
“But what if she not…”
“Not what? A lesbian?”
“Yeah,”
“Then you move on,”
“It’s a lot more than just movin' on, m’dear,”
“Babycakes it sounds like you just making excuses,”
“Yeah, you probably right m’dear,”
A few weeks had passed since you told your grandmother about Margo. You told your grandmother about some girl you ain't never had the guts to talk to, but now, here you are, a handful of lilies from your grandmama’s garden, mixed with lavender, waiting outside her door. Part of you is happy and excited, but the other part? Thinks this is stupid and you should run. There’s such a huge chance that she could just not be into girls, and then what? You make a complete fool of yourself and it could go bad to the point where she tells everyone. Why was being… like this, so difficult? Loving up on someone shouldn’t be hard, right?
Psyching yourself up, lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet, New Balance 550s with juniper, you ring the doorbell, hiding the flowers behind your back.
“Hello?” Margo’s face, big brown eyes, gentle cheekbones, two puffs, and an entire universe worth of beauty peek out from behind the door.
“Margo! I, erm, Margo. Hi,”
“Oh! I know you, we have chem together, right?”
And English and History, but who’s counting?
“Y-Yeah, so, um, listen I was kinda wondering if maybe you wanted to–”
“Those are really pretty flowers,”
“Hnm? Oh, I got them in my grandmother's garden, they’re um, for you,”
“Really?” Her face lights up, starting with her eyes. And oh how you adored the tiny gap between her two front teeth, the way her curls lightly bounced when she laughed or talked. Fully unlocking the door, she swings it open to you. She’s wearing a blue oversized hoodie and purple shorts. “I love lavender.”
You smile and look down, suddenly shy, and you push the flowers into her hands.
“Did you maybe, want to go out with me? Like, together?”
She looks taken aback but smiles softly, inhaling the scent of the flowers.
“Like a date?”
“I– yeah. Like a date.”
“Yes.”
“Wait really?”
“Yeah,”
“So, um, Friday? I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Seven it is,”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Friday.
don’t walk away
It’s far from uncommon for you to like girls. However, it was far from common for you to have a girlfriend. A pretty girl, Margo, just so happened to like you back. Enough so to go out on a date with you. The first date was far from awkward. Well, it was awkward. You didn’t know what to say or do, she looked so beautiful, so much so that you had told her at least five times that night. She had her hair in two braids wrapped around her head, and one of the lilies you had given her tucked behind her ear.
It had been just over two months of the two of you being a couple, just about a month and a half of you labeling your relationship. The word girlfriend coming out of her mouth was the most beautiful rendition of the English language you had ever heard, the way she gently rolled her r’s, not like the way you’d speak Spanish, but her r’s were a heavyset sound rolling off her tongue.
It was early morning, the sun gently dusting its way into your room, and your arms were latched around Margo’s waist, face pressed against her bonnet. She’s one of a kind and you could promise anyone that, the kind of smart that makes you itch to work hard in school, so the two of you could be those smart girlfriends, the girlfriends that went to the top universities and had their whole future perfectly aligned. You loved her, and that was simultaneously terrifying but calming at the same tie.
From her thick bed of curls, the same bed of curls that you helped braid and detangle, all the way down to the toenails you helped her paint.
“I wanna paint them purple,” she’d announced one day, voice muffled behind the sweatshirt she had stolen from you.
“So paint ‘em purple,”
“You draw better than me,”
“You want my help?”
“Can you?” she pouted. Of course you could, you’d do anything to make her smile.
Loving Margo was the easiest decision you’d ever made, you didn’t even have to think about it. You just loved her, it was simple as breathing.
“Hey,” you whisper, gently ghosting peppery kisses into her neck. You were positive she wasn’t awake, and you felt empowered. Not in a weird way, oh no. It was like you were the one to protect her, to gently watch her chest rise and fall, hear her breathing, and feel the faint pound of her heart. Margo made you feel safe, happy and loved. She fed your soul, filled you up the way your grandmother’s cooking did, and made you feel warm and euphoric, and sleepy at the same time in a blissful combination that came with feeling the most intense peace you’d ever encountered.
“I love you,” that was the first time you’d said it out loud, it was easier to know she was sleeping and say it. As much as you loved her, uttering those words was the most excruciating fear you’d ever been through, the fear that made you wonder whether or not she loved you for real or if she was just acting. Every day you woke up and hoped that it wasn’t just acting, that she loved you as much as you loved her.
“I love you so much, Margo. I love helping you braid your hair up, and helping take them down, I love the little gap between your teeth, and how bright your smile is. I love how you make me feel, Margo. I love how smart you are because I get to be the one to say that you’re my girlfriend, and how far you’re gonna go. Pretty girl, I love how smart you are, I love the way you think. And I know this is kind of cheating because you’re asleep, but I wanted to say I love you, okay? I love you so much Margo Kess”
It did kind of feel like cheating to you, she was asleep, did saying ‘I love you’ for the first time need to happen while she was awake? You didn’t want to wake her though. She looked so pretty, the bright blue camisole a beautiful contrast to her melanated skin, and of course, the matching bonnet cascading down her back. Deciding to leave it at that, you press your forehead to her shoulder blade and breathe in her scent. The hair oil, the cocoa butter, and the Vaseline.
“Who said I was still sleeping?”
or would you wait for me?
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Trick or Treat! :D
"So, w-what do you think...?"
"I think it looks really good," Camila noted earnestly. She didn't miss the slight quaver in the star-child's voice, looking up at her with big, arcane-red eyes, but she chose not to press that. Her newest adopted child, of several, was still getting used to family and everything else, and she knew how much they needed approval sometimes.
When the Collector didn't say anything else, one hand playing loosely in their suddenly-long hair, she went on softly. "I mean it, mijo. I think growing it out suits you."
"Well, I didn't really grow it," they replied, shifting over to sit slightly closer to her side; their smile grew. "I still don't really know how to make this form grow. But I can change stuff like this!" They ran their hand through the soft white curls, sending flecks of starlight sparkling out onto the sofa.
Camila chuckled warmly; seeing them like this, the way her kids did, the way Eda did, the way Belos or the Titans had never been able to; as just the little kid they were, made a familiar warmth settle in her chest. "So, what made you decide to change it?"
"It's kinda Luz's fault actually," the Collector admitted softly, head tilting over. "She let me read some of her witch books, cause I wanted to know what her and Amity were so obsessed with." They shifted a little, legs kicking restlessly. "And they're actually really good! I can see why Luz wanted to be like Azura, cause she's so cool, and pretty, and she cares about everyone and I..."
They paused for a second, breathing in sharply, before their voice turned down to a quiet whisper, as if what they were saying was the most important secret in their entire mortal life. "I started wishing that I was like her, too."
That gave Camila pause. She knew it was probably too early to call, to little to go on, but instincts born in the books she'd read when Luz had come out to her, instincts she'd already been right on once with her oldest child, were suddenly very awake. Still, she quietly held herself back; whoever the Collector, with their own astral ideas of self and gender, really was was up to them. All she had to do was support her child.
But the star-child wasn't done. "And then that made me think some other stuff, about what parts of Azura I really want to be like, and what I could be that I get to choose and I... I...
"I think I'm maybe like Erin? Kinda?"
Ah. Ahhh. There it was.
"Oh," Camila breathed, "well, maybe you are." She took a moment, choosing her next words carefully and watching for the Collector's reaction "Wanting to have long hair and look pretty doesn't have to mean anything, and sometimes it doesn't. But for some people, like Erin, it means a lot. Whichever way you are, it's okay."
"But I don't know which way I am," the star-child replied quickly, voice suddenly shaking. "I think... I think I like the idea of being a girl, at least sometimes, but everything I know about it comes from a couple of books! It's... Erin took ages to realise, right, but once she did, it was always kinda there? But I've been around for ages and I've never even thought about it until now."
"Well..." Camila trailed off softly, keeping her voice level as she reached for the right thing to say. "Erin grew up in a really harmful environment. The man she thought was her uncle would never have let her transition; he didn't even let her know people like her existed." She had to take another breath to steady herself, old memories of what she'd merely heard of Belos making her heart ache. "So she grew up thinking everything about her identity had to be what Belos said it was, and all the discomfort she felt with being called a boy, or using the name we don't say anymore, was just normal. That's why it took her a long time.
"For some people, it's like that. They're in a bad situation, one way or another, and they just don't have a chance to realise or be themself. But not everyone has those uncomfortable feelings; sometimes you're fine, but you'd just feel happier using different words, and if nobody ever uses those words for you, you might never realise."
"Huh," the Collector added after a moment of silence, shaking their... or her? maybe? head softly to one side. "And I guess I never really had anyone to even ask about it until Luz and King and you and Eda and... and everyone." The kid sniffled just a little, and in response Camila reached out, putting one arm around small, shaking shoulders.
"Mhmm," the woman murmured sympathetically, giving her youngest child a gentle squeeze. "There's nothing wrong with only finding yourself now, mija, or with it being sudden." The Collector tensed up at that, but in her eyes, there were only stars, that little word sinking in deep. "It's different for everyone, and that's okay. Trying to make everyone the same only hurts them."
"Yeah," the kid breathed, her own voice still shaky. For a moment she just sat there, letting it sink in, new and uncertain ground underfoot. But then she seemed to find herself, and all-at-once she launched herself at Camila's side, stardust trailing, arms wrapping tightly around the woman's warm sweater.
"Thanks, mom."
"It's alright, mjia, it's alright."
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Dear writer, what happens after? Does Kim leave him in that gym? Do Vegas and Kim ever talk about it when sober? I demand more comfort! :D
well, i am in need of a whole lot of comfort myself, so i'll play. this is not edited in any way, so excuse typos, long sentences, and whatever else happens.
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Kim gets himself together quickly. He wipes tears with his shirt sleeve and bites his lip hard enough that it hurts. The pain keeps him grounded. Showing emotions is like being honest. It gets you in trouble. Kim knows because Kinn has replaced Tankhun, who is more astute and a lot better at detecting treachery than Kinn, all because Kinn looks more competent and is less emotional. All because Tankhun could not bottle everything up like everyone else. All because Tankhun says what's on his mind. Kim wonders if Korn has three sons just so he can swap out whatever he deems to be the weaker link.
Vegas dozes off despite the pain within minutes and stays asleep as Kim carefully cleans his wounds and places patches on the bigger ones that ooze blood whenever Vegas moves in his sleep. Kim removes the bloody shirt and throws it in a trash bag with whatever he used to clean the wounds. He considers putting the shirt in some cold water in the sink, but it's probably a lost cause already and the least of Vegas's problems.
Kim knows he can call someone to pick Vegas up and get him home, but Vegas must have left the house for a reason. Kim decides that Vegas has had enough trouble for the day. He gathers foam mats from the room that houses leftover equipment and puts them together in a makeshift bed near the entrance. It's not a great place to sleep, but Kim wants to move Vegas only a little to prevent his wounds from reopening.
He moves purposely and efficiently until he runs out of things to do and he no longer has a task to throw his full attention at. Staring at Vegas, who is still out on the foam mats with his bruised and battered torso on display, Kim exhales shakily. In the dimly lit lights, relaxed in his sleep Vegas looks his age, barely twenty. It's easy to forget how young he is when he punches or throws Kim on the ground, when he laughs maniacally before pulling Kim closer, either for a kick or a kiss. Or when he talks about where to shoot or stab to kill someone, where to do it to make it really hurt. Make it count. Vegas is twenty and talks about torturing someone like Kim's friends talk about writing music. It gnaws at Kim and unsettles him how much he cares about Vegas. It's stupid.
Kim forces himself to turn away and find something else to do. He texts his bodyguards to let them know he won't be home. These days they don't trail him silently at his father's orders and stay away when Kim demands. Then he finds his bag, headphones and a phone charger and sits down in the tiny office room, between cardboard boxes and broken chairs. Then he spends the next few hours listening to music and talking his way out of checking on Vegas.
Nobody looks for Vegas. His phone stays silent the whole night.
Around four in the morning, Kim can no longer keep his eyes open no matter how much he tries. He considers going home but doesn't want to leave Vegas alone. Doesn't want to be alone either.
Carefully, to not disturb him, Kim lays down on a foam mattress next to Vegas. There's still a scent of alcohol mixed with whatever perfume Vegas prefers these days and the wound solution Kim used. This close, Kim can see he missed a few blood splatters on the cheek and chin when cleaning up the split lip. It looks painfully swollen.
Sleep finally wins.
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Kim wakes up because Vegas is making quiet, whiney noises. He's awake, sitting beside Kim, covering his face with his arms. Kim opens his mouth to ask how Vegas feels but stops himself. He wants to allow Vegas to leave while he thinks Kim is asleep. Vegas can disappear as he always does after their fights, and they can never mention this again. Kim can already imagine their next fight; Vegas will ensure Kim knows there is nothing soft or vulnerable between them, and Kim's ribs will hurt for days.
"Fuck," Vegas murmurs in English, as he always does around Kim these days. Kim guesses there's a hangover that's pounding Vegas's head and a layer of shame and regret on top of it. If their places were swapped, Kim would be mortified.
Vegas doesn't move while Kim tries to focus on even, slow inhales and exhales. And he thinks he has the "pretending to be asleep" role under control until Vegas touches him. He takes Kim's left arm and moves it away from Kim's side. For a moment, Kim thinks that Vegas will do something insane, like stab him in the sleep, dig a grave and bury Kim with his secrets. He wonders if Vegas can feel his heart picking up the speed as he moves Kim's hand enough to lie down in its place.
Kim freezes, only for a second, and wills himself to stay relaxed as Vegas wraps himself around Kim's body carefully, still making tiny pained noises. Once settled, Vegas presses his cheek against Kim's shirt and settles.
Kim tries to breathe normally, but Vegas can probably hear his racing heartbeat because he grips Kim's side and then pets it as to soothe a startled animal.
"I'm cold," Vegas murmurs. "Move your arm."
Kim snorts at the audacity but obeys and moves his arm around Vegas's shoulder. "Better?"
"Much better," Vegas replies, yawning. He's unbothered with the whole cuddling situation, and Kim can feel Vegas's weight relax against his body.
Like a kid who got away with stealing candy Kim smiles to himself and lets the even sounds of Vegas's breath lull him back to sleep.
#vegas x kim#they were supposed to kill korn together or something#this is basically au of my own au lol#i just wanted to write something else#i stayed up until 5am#cried about my life until i fell asleep#then listened to corbyn's cold today all day#i am just a ball of sadness#so i am taking it out on my faves#sorry anon no that much comfort after all#tumsa writes#ask
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Bad Feeling
Word count: 1.8K
Summary: you have a bad feeling when your girlfriend’s working and you’ll act upon it, however it didn’t go as planned
Warnings: angsttt
Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader
Starting with the Angsttt👀 hope you like this! 🤍✨
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It had been almost 3 years since you had been together with your girlfriend, Jenna. You were always with her wherever she went because being the cuddly girl she was she never wanted to get separated from you for too much time. That’s why wherever she went to film movies, she always asked an extra place for you. Everyone knew you by now, her family, her managers, her casting crew and you even got to meet the other actors she would act with. You had even gained a little following. You weren’t an actress, well you actually weren’t famous. You were just a normal girl who happened to be Jenna’s girlfriend, but people loved you two as a couple, so since the first time Jenna tagged you on her instagram stories, people started following you on social medias and tagging you two on edits or even on fanarts. You had to admit you didn’t mind that.
However with that came also a lot of responsibilities. You were starting to get recognized in public even when you were out on your own and let’s not talk about paparazzis taking pictures of you, following you home. Luckily you didn’t yet live with Jenna. You wanted to live with her but it meant leaving her no privacy at all, this is why when she wasn’t filming you’d talk through phone calls or video calls, catching up when you went with her on filming locations. This was one of those times, you had gone to Romania with her on set of “Wednesday” because she had to film her new series. There you met Tim Burton (you fangirled a lot over his movies and it was a pleasure for you to meet him) and also managed fo make friends with the other actors.
They were all around your age, so most of the times even if Jenna’d finish filming late at night you’d spend time with them, talking outside someone’s trailer or when it was colder you would just get inside and talk about everything, play cards or table games, you always had things to do, and of course there was also your alone time with your girlfriend. Luckily the time on sets was longer then the times off set so you’d see her a lot actually. When you had alone time you would help her revise her scripts, watch movies together, cuddle and even go further than that. You loved each other so much, and both of you could swear on your parents’s life that you would never find someone better than each other.
That day you woke up with a really bad feeling, well actually you had spent your whole night awake because of it. You knew something would happen, you were sure of it and when you had bad feelings, they would always come true. You were also sure that this bad feeling was about your girlfriend, so you just felt the need to be with her and protect her if anything happened. Soon Jenna’s morning alarm rang and she turned it off before turning around in your arms as she stretched “mhmmm I don’t wanna get up…” she mumbled with her eyes still closed as she snuggled up to you, hands on your chest and you gently caressed her cheeks. “Good morning my beautiful princess” you said and watched her both smile and blush, moving in closer as she hid her face in the crook of your neck giggling.
“Don’t call me that!” She said shyly and you kissed her head with a smile. You two stayed like that for a while, cuddling in silence until you spoke up. “Babe I know I probably can’t, but can I come on set with you today?” You asked, Jenna pulled back and looked at you. Eyes swollen from the sleep, she seemed confused. “You never asked me that… I think you can but why?” She asked as she caressed your cheeks, enjoying the morning cuddles. “I have a bad feeling, I feel like something bad is going to happen to you and I want to be there to stop that from happening.” You looked down. You already had these episodes, and Jenna always made you go with her, even though nothing actually happened.
“If that makes you feel more secure then yes honey of course you can, I could never deny you that” she said and you smiled, somewhat sighing in relief as you nodded and pulled her in for a sweet sleepy kiss. “Thank you honey, now come on get up so we can head to set” you said and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before both of you got up and headed to hair and makeup and then going on set. You two had some time together before filming started. “You know, you look so cute in these braids” you said and played with her hair “don’t touch them! Tim spent a lot of time doing them how he likes… I promise I’ll let you play with my hair when we get back to our trailer” you smiled and nodded at her words, kissing her cheek as you hugged her from behind, waiting for all the equipment to be ready. She looked so small in those oversized clothes.
Then Jenna started filming. It was one of the scenes inside Weems’s office. It was the place with most equipment, for some reason which you came to the conclusion to be because of the different angles the scenes were filmed at. You had to admit you loved the atmosphere that was there on sets, it was so interesting to see how all the equipment worked. Though while you checked all of the stuff around you noticed that one of the structures built in to hold the cameras was failing right on top your girlfriend. You tried to make the crew notice, but they were too busy with filming that they didn’t notice you. You hoped she would move from her position soon, but it didn’t seem like she would anytime soon.
“Shit shit shit-“ you thought to yourself as you stared at the equipment. You couldn’t just let it fall on her head, and just as the last nail keeping it up failed, you jumped in where she was and pushed her away as the equipment broke and fell on you. It took Jenna a while to get up from where she had hit the ground, but when she did she saw a terrible scene happening in front of her. “ (Y/N)! OH MY GOD-“ she ran to where you were supposed to be, there was nowhere she could see your body, except for your hand. They obviously stopped recording and tried getting you out of there, but the equipment was far too heavy to move on their own. Jenna started crying and yelling. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) Can you hear me? Please please answer me!” She then moved to the crew “AND YOU GUYS FUCKING DO SOMETHING! SHE COULD DIE UNDER THERE!” At that they tried again, to no use.
Jenna reached for your hand and as she did she heard you cry weakly “Baby can you hear me? Please please be okay-“ she said the last part mostly to herself as you gently squeezed her hand “J-Jen it hurts- I c-can’t breathe-“ you cried out in pain under the remains of the equipment. In the meantime someone had called an ambulance and you could hear it from a distance “don’t worry baby- you’ll be okay.. someone called an ambulance, just please stay with me” she said, trying to reassure you but eventually she felt you lose your grip. She began to cry more and beg for the cast mates to get the heavy pieces off of you. The ambulance soon arrived and took you to the hospital, and as much as Jenna insisted to go with you the crew didn’t let her. She had to continue filming.
However she couldn’t. She tried filming different scenes but she was too distracted, she was constantly thinking of you, if you were okay, if you were in danger, and she couldn’t help but think about the fact that you told her this morning that you had a bad feeling. It could have been her. At some point she even wanted to be her instead of you but seeing how you didn’t hesitate in jumping in front of death for you, made her realize how much she loved you and how much you loved her. The crew mates and the director though saw how Jenna was distracted so he let her go for the day, and she immediately asked to be brought to the hospital.
The other cast mates, having gotten close to you, decided to go with Jenna, one because they cared about you, two because they wanted to comfort Jenna. As soon as they arrived at the hospital and went looking for you, they were met by your doctor who explained them everything, and also told them that your life was not in danger but also that you had a chest and a head trauma so you were now resting and had a mask to help with the oxygen. Jenna couldn’t help but just be glad you were okay as she got in your room. She sat down in the visitors chair and took your hand as she cried slightly waiting for you to wake up. Emma, Percy, and Hunter there as well as they were the ones you bonded more with.
Eventually after a while you did wake up and immediately squeezed your girlfriend’s hand, who looked at you with tears in her eyes. “(Y/N)? Babe are you awake?” She asked you, having noticed your eyelids flatter as you softly smiled at her and tried to sit up, only to stop when you felt pain in your chest. “No no don’t try to sit up” she said and gently pushed you to lay back down, caressing your cheek. “Are you okay?” She asked, a tear rolling down her cheek as you wiped it away with your hand. You nodded at her question. “Geez you scared me a lot! You are so crazy at times (Y/N)!” She sighed out of relief “wow I save your life and this is the thank you I get?” You replied jokingly and watched her smile and shake her head. “Don’t do that ever again!” She said as she gently nudged your side.
“I promise baby. But next time I have a bad feeling, we’re staying home.”
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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤
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w/c: 2.5k
warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments
a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself
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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.
you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.
your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.
what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?
last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.
you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.
neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.
peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.
“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.
“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.
peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.
“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.
“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.
“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.
“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.
he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.
“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.
since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.
“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.
“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.
that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.
“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.
“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”
peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.
“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“
tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.
“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.
wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”
peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”
shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.
“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.
“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.
“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”
you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.
peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.
“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”
he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.
“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.
“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.
“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.
not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.
“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”
you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”
it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.
“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”
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The cadets are turned into kids and think you and Levi are their parents (2)
Here is PART 2 of this!
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— You were mad at them.
Since the cadets turned into kids you were more stressed than usual – between taking care of them all, doing your paperwork in time and helping Hange with theirs, it was a lot. Adding to this, your sleeping hours were cut in half as well due to kids never sleeping. You were overwhelmed and on edge, ready to snap at any moment.
“Levi,” you called him after lunch, “can you watch over the kids for a few hours? I–.” you took a deep breath, “I just have to take a bath and rest a little bit… it won’t be long!”
“Of course, take your time.” Levi kissed your forehead before leaving your room.
Levi went to the children’s room while you went to relax a bit.
“Where’s mommy?” Eren asked when Levi came in alone.
“She’ll come later.”
“I want mommy now!” Jean shouted frowning.
“Stop whining or she won’t come here at all.” Levi told them which made them all shut up.
They continued to play together when Jean came to Levi. He struggled to climb on the couch but succeeded and sat on Levi’s lap. He turned around so he could face Levi and asked.
“When is mommy coming here?”
“I don’t know.” Levi answered calmly.
“Play with us then!” Jean pouted. “Come with us.” Jean stood on Levi’s lap when Levi ignored him.
“No. Sit down or leave.” Levi told him in a harsh tone. “No, don’t cry.” Levi’s voice softened when he saw Jean’s tears. “I’ll come and play ok? Just… don’t cry.” Levi stood up with Jean in his arms.
For a few hours, Levi had to play dolls with the kids who were really into it – imagining complex stories, doing voices etc. It was dinner time when they all started to get tired of playing.
“Where’s mommy?” Armin asked shyly.
“Aren’t you all hungry?” Levi quickly changed the subject.
“Yay!” they all shouted.
“I’ll go grab something to eat then, don’t move.” Levi ordered before leaving the room.
When Levi left the room, Eren stood up and told the others that he was going to look for you. Sasha, Connie, Mikasa and Armin were against the idea knowing that Levi would not be happy about it, then there was Jean who agreed with Eren.
“Fine, we’ll leave without you!” Eren opened the door with difficulty.
Mikasa quickly followed Eren and Jean as well as Armin because lately, Armin got the habit of following or imitating Jean. Wherever Jean went, Armin would follow – whatever Jean was doing, Armin would do the same. Jean felt irritated when Armin follow or copied him, but he never said anything. He did once – the first time – and Armin cried which made Jean felt bad and he swore never to make Armin cry again.
“Where is mommy?” Armin asked.
“I don’t know.” Eren said.
“Just go to her room.” Mikasa commented.
They all run to your room and it was not locked. You were trying to sleep in your bed after a few hours of work when you suddenly heard the kids yelling.
“Mommy!” Jean yelled, jumping in your bed.
Meanwhile, Levi immediately regretted his decision when he came back to only two kids out of six. He asked them where the rest of them went and Sasha told him that they were looking for you. Levi took them with him and directly went to your room. Armin and Mikasa were clinging onto you while Jean and Eren were shouting and jumping on the bed.
“Stop jumping on the bed or you’ll break it!” you desperately tried to stop them.
“Eren! Jean! Stop.” Levi ordered in a harsh tone which made them immediately stop. “Y/N,” Levi said more softly, “are you ok?”
“Is mommy sick?” Sasha asked.
“No.” you said.
“Then come play us!” Eren shouted.
“Stop screaming.” you warned him. “And let go of me.” you told Armin and Mikasa but none of them listened to you.
“Kids, come here and let’s go.” Levi tried.
“NO!” Eren shouted loudly, “MOMMY! Come play with us!”
“Mommy!” Jean joined Eren.
“Stop calling me that!” you shouted back which made everyone shut up, “I am not your mother so all of you… just –.” you felt tears falling down, “stop.”
“Mommy?” Mikasa whispered worried.
“I heard shouting outside.” Erwin came in. “What’s happening?” he asked worried.
“Take the kids with you.” Levi said. “And close the door please.”
Erwin did not questioned Levi’s request and took the kids with him in his office. None of the kids wanted to leave you, but Erwin easily took them in his arms. Levi walked to you and wrapped his arms around you.
“Hey, it’s ok.” Levi murmured. “Let’s sit down.”
Levi brought you to bed and sat next you and let you cry on his shoulder. He would just hold you close to him until you stopped crying.
“I feel like shit.” you sobbed. “The kids probably hate me by now too.”
“They don’t.”
“Did you hear what I said? Th-they’re kids! And I- I just yelled at them.” you lamented, “I am the worst mother ever, and they’re not even my real kids!”
“I’m sure everything will work out.”
Erwin on his way to his office with the children saw Hange and brought them with him. Erwin, with Hange’s help, tried to cheer the kids up but they would not stop crying – they wanted to be with you and Levi.
“Is mommy going to leave us?” Armin sobbed.
“No!” Erwin said quickly.
“Y/N, she loves you all very much.” Hange said. “But you have to understand that she was… mh… very tired and she had a lot of work to do.”
“And sometimes,” Erwin continued, “you just have to let that person alone.”
“We have to leave mommy?” Connie asked.
“Yes,” Hange said, “but not forever. It would just be for a day so she can rest.”
“Is mommy not going to be our mommy because we made her upset?” Jean asked shyly.
“No, of course not.” Erwin reassured them. “I’m sure she’ll come back soon.”
Erwin and Hange stayed with the kids until night before Levi came in to put them to bed. Once they cleaned up and changed, they all went to bed without protest.
“Ok, I’ll turn off the lights.” Levi walked out.
“Daddy.” Armin called him before he closed the door, “Is mommy not going to say goodnight to us?”
“She’s n –.” Levi thought about it, “I’ll go and ask her.”
Levi came back to your room and you were already laying in bed, comfortably installed under the blanket. Levi sat next to you and rested his head on your stomach.
“The kids want to see you.”
“Aren’t they upset?” you worried, putting your hand through his hair.
“No, they’re just… they want to see you.”
“I should go then.” you stood up. “I’ll be right back.” you kissed him before leaving.
You walked very quickly toward the kids room and when you opened the door, you noticed they were all still up even though the lights were off. Sasha was the first one to see you and she jumped out of the bed to hug you.
“Hey.” you smiled, kneeling down. “Aren’t you sleepy?”
“No.” Sasha smiled.
“Let’s go back to bed alright?”
You sat down on the bed next to all the kids – they were all staring at you, waiting for you to talk first.
“I’m sorry about what happened earlier.” you apologised. “I should never have yelled at you kids.”
“Don’t stop being my mommy please.” Eren frowned.
“We’re sorry mommy.” Jean said with teary eyes.
“No don’t be.” you comforted them, “I love you all very much.” you smiled.
You opened your arms and they all came to hug you, smiling and happy.
— They sleep between you two — captain dad and squad leader mum.
Armin:
Armin had a nightmare about you leaving for an expedition and not coming back to him. He had Levi coming back devastated and not talking to him or anyone. A stranger – someone from your squad – had to tell him the news that you were never coming back. He woke up panicked and ran to your room. You and Levi agreed that the doors to your room would always be opened if there were any problems.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Armin came in crying.
“Armin?” Levi woke up. “Hey what’s wrong?” he put Armin between you too.
“What’s wrong?” you asked still half asleep.
“Mommy!” Armin cried next to you which woke you up instantly.
“What happened?” you panicked. “Armin, it’s ok.” you patted his head, “I’m here.”
“You didn’t come back.” Armin sobbed.
“What?” you whispered looking at Levi.
“I don’t know.” Levi mouthed.
“Armin,” you wiped his tears away, “what happened?”
“Bad dream.” Armin sobbed harder. “You were n-not here and daddy was s-sad! An-and he wasn’t w-with me!”
“Armin, it’s ok.” you reassured him, “I’m here and daddy’s here too.”
Levi laid on the bed and put Armin next to him. You took the blanket and put it on the three of you and soon enough, Armin calmed down and fell back asleep. In the morning, Armin was found to be sleeping on top of Levi, with his hand resting on Armin’s back so he would not fall.
“This is too much for my heart.” you whispered to yourself.
Jean:
Jean had been feeling slightly sick for the past couple of days but did not tell anyone. He stayed in bed when it was time to eat dinner and you were worried at first which made you bring him dinner but he was asleep already. You brought back the tray and gave it to the kids who were not against the idea of eating more.
Jean woke up in the middle of the night, still slightly sick and extremely hungry. He discreetly go out of bed and went to your room. When Jean came in, he noticed lights were still on – Levi was still awake, probably working.
“Daddy?” Jean asked timidly. Which startled Levi.
“What are you still doing up at this hour?” Levi whispered, scared to wake you up.
“I’m hungry.” Jean admitted.
“Come here.” Levi put away his papers.
Levi took him in his arms and put him on the bed between you two which woke you up.
“Mh. What’s wrong?” you mumbled.
Jean turned his head toward Levi so he could answer for him.
“Jean’s hungry.” Levi said.
“Mh – I’m up.” you dragged yourself out of bed slowly. “I’m going to bring you some food alright?” you patted Jean’s head and noticed his forehead was a little hot. “Are you sick Jean?” you asked worried.
“No.” Jean answered.
“Jean, don’t lie. Are you sick?” Levi asked again.
“I don’t know.” Jean said looking at his hands playing with the blanket.
“Jean,” you said softly, “it’s ok. I’ll go and bring some hot tea too alright?”
You went to the kitchen and prepared some food and started to boil some water as well. You took two cups – one for Jean and another for Levi - and poured some water in it with the tea leafs. You put the smashed potatoes and the vegetables on a plate and put everything on a tray before going back to your room. Levi started to feed Jean while you prepared a cold towel for Jean.
“Jean, what did you forget earlier?” Levi said when you came back.
“Thank you mommy!” Jean smiled.
“You’re welcome baby.” you smiled back.
When Jean finished eating, Levi offered to cleaned it up while you put Jean to sleep. You thanked him and went back to bed. You put the cold towel on Jean’s forehead and laid next to him.
“You can sleep now.” you rest your hand on Jean stomach.
“Good night mommy.”
“Good night.”
“Good night daddy!” Jean said when Levi came back to bed.
Eren:
Just like Armin, Eren had a nightmare that night. When he first woke up, he tried to go back to sleep because he did not want to bother you nor Levi. But after thirty minutes of trying, he went to your bedroom. This time, both of you were asleep.
Eren hesitated a second about whether he should wake you up or not. He quickly decided not to and laid on the floor. Levi woke up not too long after Eren came in because he was thirsty. He only noticed Eren’s presence when he came back from the kitchen.
“Y/N.” Levi whispered
“Mmh?”
“Eren’s on the ground.”
“Mh.” you mumbled, “What?” you asked again a minutes later – your eyes wide open.
“Look.” Levi pointed at Eren.
“What is he doing on the ground?”
“I don’t know.”
“Bring him here.” you told Levi.
“You do it.” Levi argued.
“I’ll wake him up.”
“And I won’t?”
“You never did when I used to fell asleep in your office.” you reminded him.
“Fine.”
Levi miraculously brought Eren on the bed without waking him up and put him between you two. During the night, Eren ended up on Levi’s left side meaning Levi was in the middle. While he had his arms around Eren – so he would not fall – you had yours around Levi.
— Sasha and Connie would often sneak out and sleep with you and Levi.
— Mikasa never did. When she had nightmares she would only hug her teddy bear closer. She was scared to bother you. Once she did wake Sasha up and slept closer to her.
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Shorter Stories
— Mikasa was known to be always quiet – she was afraid to bother people especially you or Levi. Even when she was hurt, she would stay quiet. Once during a meeting, she accidentality cut herself with a piece of paper. It was Eren, ten minutes later who had to tell you.
“Next time, you tell me immediately ok?” you told Mikasa as you cleaned the cut.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“You had to leave for me.” Mikasa explained.
“You are more important than the meeting, so next time just tell me alright?”
Mikasa only nodded and followed you back to the meeting.
— Jean is known to be a momma’s boy – he would always stay with you and play with you rather than Levi. He often cried when you had to leave without them. He loved to be held by you, he knew how to walk perfectly, but he would rather stay with you.
“Stop spoiling him.” Levi would often say to you.
“I can’t help it. Jean is adorable!”
When others were watching over the kids, you were the one Jean would be asking for, not Levi which surprised you when Hange came because Jean hurt himself while playing.
“Jean’s at the infirmary – nothing serious though!” Hange quickly added.
“I’ll go.” you stood up.
“Mh…” Hange stopped you, “he asked for Levi.”
“Are you sure?” you asked them.
“Yes.”
“Oh,” you gasped dramatically, “did you hear that?”
“What?” Levi asked ready to leave.
“My heart being broken by that kid.” you threw yourself back to bed.
When Jean got better, he immediately came back to you. You tried to be mad at Jean – in a playful way – but when you saw him nearly crying, you apologised and let him stay with you.
— The kids were staying with you in the morning, and it was decided that Levi would watch them after lunch because you had work to do with your squad. You were holding Eren in your arms and he refused to let go of you when Levi arrived.
“I want to stay with mommy please!” Eren cried holding onto you.
“Eren,” you calmed him down, “I will be back really quick, I promise.”
“Noo!” Eren cried as Levi took him.
Eren was desperately trying to hold your arms, but Levi was swift. Eren leaned over and grabbed your hair and pulled it which made you scream and lose your balance.
“Eren!” Levi yelled putting him down. “Y/N, are you ok?” he knelt down.
“I’m fine.” you reassured him, “it’s ok.”
“Mommy?” Eren hesitated.
“Eren,” Levi started, “go to your room with the others.” but Eren did not move, “right now!” Levi ordered.
“Levi.” you put your hands on his face, “I’m ok.” you turned to Eren who was now crying silently. “Eren, it’s ok, I’m fine.”
“’M sorry mommy!”
“It’s ok, now go with daddy and listen to him ok?”
Eren nodded and took Levi’s hand and left.
“Sorry daddy.” Eren sobbed.
“Mh.” Levi answered. “Don’t ever do that again am I clear?”
“Never!”
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Short HCs:
— Sasha’s birthday happened that year when they were still kids. You all baked a cake together.
— Connie would often draw pictures of you all as a family during meetings.
— Erwin loved staying with the kids. He would often put them to bed.
— Hange loved the kids too – they would always play with them outside with Moblit, Mike and Nanaba.
PART 3 (coming soon)
#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan fluff#levi ackerman x reader#levi x reader#squad leader mom au#eren yeager x reader#armin arlet x reader#jean kirstein x reader#mikasa ackerman x reader#sasha braus x reader#connie springer x reader#platonic relationships!#levi ackerman fluff#levi ackerman#snk x reader#snk#aot x reader#aot fanfiction#i couldn't fit everything in here so there will be a part 3!
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omg i love ur hs headcanons, can i request like the genshin boys but as substitute teachers? preferably childe, zhongli, itto, diluc, xiao and kaeya plss - if thats too much its fine!!
teachers? oml bloody genius
genshin boys as substitute teachers (ft. DCKZ + xiao and itto)
Diluc
"good afternoon everyone"
grumpy
"quiet when I take the role, I want no funny business."
probably leaves the class alone most of time bc he has "emails to send"
sighs so mf loud when the class gets too loud
sipping his black coffee every two seconds while he's typing away on his computer
established the fact that he can answer your questions at the start of the class bc he has a "literature degree" even though he's taking a physics class
looks busy and scary enough that no one approaches him w/ their "literature" questions
wearing a low buttoned black shirt and hair tied back in a low ponytail
he's the teacher u wanna get a piece of ifykyk
girls and gays be whispering about him after class
actually a really good teacher, very coherent and answers the question
Childe
"oh let me see what you guys are doing..."
the P.E teacher sub who forgot they had to be here.
turns the air con on SO HIGH and is still sweating
forgets to take the role until theres 10 minutes left of the class
let's you out 5 minutes if you promise not to "trip and die" in the five minutes left bc he doesn't want to get sued.
super chill, i promise you that you will get no work done
has those casual conversations with the class, the vibe turns grey after you figure out he has a fiance.
too dumb w/ a lack of credentials to answer literally anything so he insists the questions you ask him aren't included in his paycheck
"trigonometry? oh yeah .. no"
if you are picking subjects/university courses, expect him to give a big lecture about taking sports science or coaching
Kaeya
"shoosh, shush shushs sushsuuhs shhhhhh"
" you guys are giving me a bloody migraine"
the sub that everyone loves
you hear cheering when he walks into the room
sits down and rolls his eyes before proceeding with the role call - he knows he's iconic
drippyy
"so rachel what's up with you and bryan?"
adopts and i mean adopts every child
will be patrolling at lunch and get bombarded
wanted to leave the school one time but the kids protested
very attractive, 10/10 teacher crush material
zhongli
he's a chinese teacher with the cutest accent
zhongli is like unintentionally funny, theres just too much of a cultural difference
when substituting for an english class he walks in, stares at everyone, smiles and nods before sitting down and not saying a word for the rest of the lesson
"a-aron"
mispronounces literally every name on the role, not just the exotic ones
will see a chinese last name on the roll and his face lights up
proceeds to have a conversation in chinese on the spot while everyone is just confused
also very attractive and always well groomed
bitch comes to teach in a suit every day
if you get him at the end of the day and he's tired, your tired, seeing him taking his suit jacket off and loosening his tie is gonna keep you awake ALL NIGHT - different kind of caffeine bro
xiao
tired substitute
studying to teach chemistry/physics cause I swear the science department is always on their last line
seeing him not be tired and smile is like seeing a shooting star bitch, you better wish you could take a picture
has tattoos and is forced to cover them up, but he fucked the system and still wears sleeveless tops and turtlenecks anyway
NECK TATTOO PLS
apprentice teacher so he's really young and seggsy ijsnvils n burnt out ig
"oh you need help with this one?"
talks in the deepest and calmest voice and leans over your shoulder to read the question
the guys don't really like him, oh i wonder why?
this sexy asian man is the standard be sure to ask a lotta questions ;)
itto
retired athlete
he probably played rugby
the girls would be asking questions and accidently find out his athlete profile
known around the school and sticks out like a sore thumb, a big thicc thumb
doesn't care if the class if loud asf but the teachers next door always tell him off
"okay so we're gonna have to turn the volume down by like 35 okay?"
yeah no he's not gonna be able to answer any questions but he tries really hard
the younger year levels bully him while the older ones drool over him
if you come to school early enough he'll be in the school pool swimming laps or running on the track field
forgets to call the role, the administration is not happy with him lmao
"so how was everyone's weekend?"
wears tank tops and basketball shorts to school
goes wack on house spirit day - #1 contender to be voted to wear the school dress
the head of the sports department is really done with babysitting him
#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact hcs#genshin impact#diluc headcanons#diluc scenarios#diluc ragnvindr#childe scenarios#childe#tartaglia#childe headcanons#kaeya scenarios#kaeya headcanons#kaeya#zhongli scenarios#zhongli headcanons#zhongli#itto headcanons#arataki itto#itto#xiao headcanons#xiao scenarios#xiao
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Pranked You ;) {Colby Brock}
Request: Hello sweetie! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Colby aren't dating YET but there is yah know, chemistry and tension. But one day sam decided to pull a prank on Colby and it involved EVERYONE. So basically he makes it seem like he woke up in a different world or something where stuff is different. For example: him and reader are dating (you can choose whatever other stuff happens, lol) but once Colby figures out the prank, he pulls reader aside. They have a small argument before reader blows off on him, in which he says "I've never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do know" and that's how they admit their feelings! Thank you! And can't wait to see what you write love
A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request, sorry for the wait, I have been very busy with school and work. I hope the wait is worth it though! Get ready for a long imagine, I’m pretty sure this is about 3,000 words. I hope you love it! I just realized that I tried to keep this imagine gender neutral but I forgot that I accidentally put some she/her pronouns in it, I’m so sorry!
Warnings: Angsty, Cussing, Mentions of alcohol, implied smut
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It was just like any other day for you. You woke up around noon because you were exhausted from the day before. Between working, going to college, and trying to keep somewhat of a social life, everyone could see just how worn out you would get day to day. So today you decided to treat yourself with a few extra hours of this beautiful thing called sleep.
Your phone rest on the bedside table and of course checking it and replying to the unread messages was the first step of your morning routine. The first messages you saw were from the group chat that consisted of you, Kat, and Tara. Apparently, while you were sleeping, Tara and Kat had a whole conversation about a girl’s day that they wanted to plan for you three. The last text sent was from Kat and it read, “I can’t wait for y/n to see all these messages in the morning. We planned the best girl’s day while she was probably passed the fuck out in her bed lmao”.
You smiled sending them a text back alerting them that you are indeed alive and down for all the plans they had created. In fact, you would be seeing them later at Sam and Colby’s place for a couple’s dinner/pool/movie date night. Jake would be there as well, and although you were tragically single, you loved all of them to death and hanging out over there was like the most elite sleepovers you would have with your best friends as a child.
A new text appeared on your screen just as you began to emerge from the comfort of your bed sheets, “God finally you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for Kat to tell me you answered her message all morning. I need your help tonight with a prank. Colby is never going to see it coming”
“A prank? I thought you guys didn’t do that anymore...? But I’m in ;)” You sent back. Out of all the trap girls and all the boys, Colby and you got along the best. Ever since you first met, which was years ago at this point, Colby and you have been inseparable. You tried so hard to avoid your feelings for him, in hopes to not develop a crush that ended up ruining your friendship, but Kat picked up on it right away. She told you constantly that she could easily set you up with the beautiful blue-eyed boy, but you insisted that things would happen naturally if there was truly something there between the two of you. And so, you went on, day by day, falling helplessly in love with the sweetest boy you have ever come to know.
Sam sent a message telling you to head over to their place as soon as possible. You swore that you basically lived there already. You were at their house way more than you were at your own. You couldn’t imagine living further than 15 minutes from them. After what felt like a century to Sam, you arrived at the house. Your hand loudly knocking on the big wooden door.
“Hey y/n! How are you?” Kat asked, pulling you into a big hug as she opened the door. You smiled and hugged back at her kind gesture, “I’m good! How are you? Do you know anything about this prank on you know who?” You questioned her. She glared at you, silently telling you to lower your volume. “Y/n! Colby is right upstairs be quiet!” She whispers, laughing at you almost blowing their cover immediately upon arrival.
Kat was quick to take you by the arm and drag you to the theater room where Sam was already sitting on one of the opulent red couches. He greeted you, telling you that he wanted to film your reaction to him telling you what prank you were going to pull. You agreed and sat down on the sofa facing the blonde. “Colby’s taking a nap right now upstairs because he was up super late last night editing one of our Sam and Colby videos. I figured we could use his exhaustion to our advantage and try and prank him that he woke up in some sort of alternate universe. I figured you could go into his room and set up a couple cameras, and I’ll keep two hidden in the living room where me, Kat, Jake, and Tara will be, so we hopefully get his full reaction. I want you to sneak into his bed and like cuddle him or something and when he wakes up, I want you to pretend that you’ve been dating him for a long time now. He is going to be super confused but just try and convince him that it’s true. If he ends up downstairs, we will go along with it too. I really want to see if he will think that it’s real after a while.” Sam explained.
You felt your face burning as your cheeks became a deep shade of red. He couldn’t be serious right? He wanted you to pretend that you were dating Colby? “I- Uh… I don’t know Sam won’t that be a really mean prank?” You tried to play it off, hoping that you didn’t just annihilate all your efforts to keep your feelings hidden. “You guys are like best friends, I don’t think he could be mad at you for such an innocent prank.” Sam replied. You began to feel incredibly flustered at the thought of having to be so affectionate with Colby. The room started to feel like a sauna as the sweat began accumulating all over your body.
Sure, you and Colby had cuddled before, but it was extremely platonic… Plus, it only happened in very specific moments, like last Wednesday after you had a couple of drinks, and everyone was sat watching a movie where he wrapped his arm around you so you could rest your head since it could barely hold itself up. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly realizing that Sam had been waiting on a response from you. You knew Sam was stubborn, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Your eyes met back with his and the only thing you could get yourself to do was slightly nod your head ‘yes’.
“Perfect.” Sam smirked, getting up to turn off the camera and hand it to you so you could set it up in Colby’s room. You already knew that he was thinking about how many points this would score him for a Sam and Colby prank war if it turns out the way he is wanting.
Before you knew it you had made it all the way up into Colby’s room where you had strategically hidden the camera, facing it towards the sleeping boy in his bed. You let out a deep sigh, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to go down. “If this ruins everything for me, I am going to kill you Golbach.” You whispered, knowing the deep sleeper wouldn’t hear a single thing. And so, the prank began.
You took a gentle hold of the silky black sheets and quietly slipped into bed right next to Colby. There was no game plan in your mind, you didn’t even think up a storyline about your fake relationship for once he woke up. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear as you quickly wrapped your body around his, resting your head under his chin as he slept on his back. He twitched slightly, bringing his arm up, lazily holding you back. The breath caught in your throat, this was already hard enough for you and now he is cuddling you back? You glanced up to see his face, his eyelashes were slightly fluttering, and his soft lips had a slight part in them. He was still fast asleep. You decided to try and wake him up by moving around in his arm slightly, hoping the movement would pull him out of his dreams.
“Y/n?” His voice rung through the room, deep and raspy. He sat up slightly, glancing around the dark lair that he called a bedroom, but his arm still remained around your frame. “W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, visibly confused by the sight of you in his arms.
“What? I can’t cuddle my boyfriend?” You answered, shocked that you could even get those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes widened at your response, pure shock etched into his face. “Boyfriend?” You felt his heart start to race as he replied.
His arm dropped from your body as he delicately pushed himself out of bed. He was now hovering over you as he stood by the bedside table. There was a clear glass with some water sitting on a coaster on the table. His strong hand wrapped around it as he brought it up to his mouth, downing the rest of the water that was in it. You could tell by his body language that he was beyond confused. The glass clinked as he practically dropped it back onto the nightstand.
“Am I dreaming or something? Since when was I your boyfriend?” His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look at you for some answers. Your heart sunk thinking about how mean of a prank this truly was, at least from your point of view. “Baby… Are you serious? We’ve been together for years now, are you feeling okay?” You said as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, pulling his hand into your own.
Your thumb gently rubbed circles onto the back of his hand, but only for a couple seconds before he pulled it away. “Is this a fucking prank or something?” He asked, irritation evident from his tone. You shook your head ‘no’, it was becoming hard to process words. You knew this was upsetting him, but Sam had you promise to make the prank last for as long as you could.
“I’m sorry- I have to get out of here really quick.” Colby said, making his way out the bedroom door. You said nothing back, hoping that Sam would end the prank for you as Colby made his way down the stairs.
“Hey brother! You’re finally up. Where’s y/n? I thought we were all doing a couples movie night?” Jake interrogated as Colby glanced to see Sam, Kat, and Tara standing over in the kitchen. Colby brought his hand up to his face rubbing his eyes, there’s no way that Jake is saying this too. Colby began to think that he was seriously going crazy. And then everyone else joined in on the conversation. You could hear them loudly as you stayed glued to Colby’s bed.
Sam began to ask if Colby was feeling alright, and you heard Kat say that maybe we should take Colby to the hospital in case he was losing his memory. You felt the panic in Colby rise as he was deflecting everyone’s concern insisting that he wasn’t losing his memory, and that he definitely wasn’t going crazy. He knew for a fact that you two weren’t dating, and none of them could convince him otherwise. “Dude, she’s gonna hear you up there. You’re going to break her heart. You really don’t remember?” Sam pushed.
You finally had enough. You raced out of Colby’s room and rushed down the stairs. You stopped immediately upon entering the kitchen, seeing everybody else still standing there surrounding Colby. The energy switched as they all looked to you, Sam pleading with his eyes for you to keep going. “I’m so sorry Colby, it was just a prank, please don’t be upset.” You couldn’t handle it any longer, the pain on his face was too much for you to bear. You watched as he scoffed back, “I knew it. Fuck you, guys. I’m going back upstairs.”
You felt horrible as you watched him stomp back up to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tears stung the back of your eyes, this was all your fault. You excused yourself from the group and somberly made it to Colby’s door. You preceded to place a faint knock on the wood, “Colby? I’m so sorry, can you please open up?” Your voice was so soft, it would’ve been hard for him to hear if he hadn’t already anticipated your arrival. The door swung open as Colby quickly made his way back over to where he previously sat on the couch.
You stayed frozen at the door for a couple seconds, hoping to brace yourself for the angry boy inside. You took hold of the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door shut behind you. You tip-toed your way over to the sofa and took a seat far from Colby. Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour as you tried to concoct a coherent sentence. “What the hell were you thinking? Did you seriously think that I would find this funny?” He spat in your direction.
“It wasn’t my prank, Sam just wanted me to help him out.” You said back, desperately trying to reason with him. He sarcastically laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t ask who’s prank it was y/n.”
You gulped, it felt suffocating in his room. The dark ambiance that normally felt inviting suddenly seemed like your own personal hell. “Colby, I didn’t want to hurt you I swear. I was trying my best to keep everything lighthearted. I could never hurt you.” Your voice was so delicate, it was so hard to speak. The tears were still threating to make an appearance, and that was the last thing you wanted.
“But you did, y/n. That’s the thing. Whether or not you ‘meant’ to hurt me, you did. And everyone else was in on it to. Did you even try and tell Sam that this prank wasn’t a good idea? Did you even think, for a split second, that this was incredibly immature? You were all treating me like I was losing my damn mind, trying to convince me that we were dating when we clearly never were.”
His words hurt, but they were all true. You had never been together, what were you thinking pretending like you were? All to satisfy Sam? To help him get a head start on the prank wars by completely crushing Colby’s heart? He is your best friend for crying out loud. “Look Colby. I never wanted to do this, okay? Did you ever stop and think that maybe I didn’t want to be doing this either? You mean everything to me. Why would I ever purposely hurt you? Especially after everything we have been through. All the ups and downs, the messy breakups, all the fights. I love you so god damn much and I hope you know that I would never, ever, hurt you like that.” By this point the tears were streaming down your face. Your previous spot on the couch was long discarded as you now stood right in front of Colby, praying that he knew you were being serious about not hurting him.
Your eyes searched his for any glimpse of a sign showing that he believed you. His bright blue eyes looked a lot more intimidating than usual. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression not giving you any clues. Finally, he responded, “Is it wrong that I’ve never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do right now?”
And finally, there was your sign. His eyes no longer looked intimidating. In fact, they had completely changed into something much different, lust. You quickly took a step closer to him as he took a stand right in front of you, placing his strong hands on either side of your face. He roughly pulled you in, causing your lips to crash together with loads of passion. They fit perfectly together, better than you ever imagined them. They worked in sync as the feeling inside of you was igniting a fire. He was so rough, but surprisingly still gentle. Acting as if one wrong move would completely break you. Your lips remained locked as he pushed you backwards, surprising you as your back made contact with his plush bed. He was on top of you, hungrily continuing the kiss.
You both pulled apart abruptly, gasping for air after your heavy make out session. “I guess now’s a good time to let you know that I am absolutely, one hundred percent, in love with you.” You stated, starring deep into his eyes. “Then I guess now’s a good time to tell you that I feel the same.” He responded, bringing you back in for another passionate kiss. You pulled back again, “So, does this mean I can finally see those handcuffs I keep hearing about in action?” You asked him, slightly laughing. “Only if you promise to keep quiet.” He winked back. And that was the start of your amazing, long awaited relationship.
#colby brock#Sam and Colby#colby brock x reader#colby brock imagines#sam golbach#jake webber#tara yummy#kat stuart
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