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tashacee · 1 year ago

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You said you’d made aspect of grace to be a lot whumpier at first

*Looks right*

*Looks left*

You uh, you still got that whumpier version?/j

Genuinely though, what was it originally like?

Let me look through my drive, see if i can find the rough draft lmao

Okay, turns out i still have the entire original chapter and DAMN it is whump. OOFT.

Also originally the lizalfos that killed Wild was straight up Dink. I forgot about that.

Anyway, I'll put it under the cut if you're interested :)

Wind knelt beside wild, numb, his mind refusing to process, refusing to accept the terrible truth in front of him. Around him he could see movement, hear his brothers shouting, feel someone grab his arm and try to jolt him out of his stupor, but he didn’t pay them any heed.

It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. The world had stopped turning and all the colour had been drained from the world around him

Because wild was dead.

It had been a normal day, like any other. No, scratch that, it had been better than that. It had been a great day. The sun had been shining and despite the cool autumn morning they had all relished in it, stripping cloaks and coats and enjoying the rare day of quiet sunlight. They were crossing a wide expanse of wetlands, the sunlight reflecting off of the water as all of their boots and socks were soaked through, but despite a few token complaints, no one much minded.

It was a good day. They were all happy and high spirited, cracking jokes and grinning and messing about, Wind most of all.

Any other day he wouldn’t have grabbed the slate from wild’s hip. Any other day he wouldn’t have cackled and dashed off, waving it in the air in the world’s most childish game of ‘keep away’ he could manage.

Wild had yowled in protest and dashed after him, but fast as the cat man was, wind had a head start and was determined to mess about in the way that only a little brother could.

The others had joined in. When wild had been about to catch him, wind tossed the slate to wars, who nimbly caught it and took over running away, laughing all the time. Wild had been laughing too, yipping in amusement as well as giving the rumble that Wind was pretty sure was his version of swearing.

If he had really been mad, wind would have stopped. None of them would have gone on. But he was laughing. He was having fun.

Wars three the slate to Hyrule, who threw it to Twilight, who wind feared for a moment would give it back to Wild. But the Rancher just threw it back to Wind, sticking his tongue out at his brother while the others crowed in laughter, and wind bolted off again.

It was a good day.

And then it wasn’t.

The lizalfos had seemed to come from nowhere. It must have been hiding in the space between some rocks, waiting for them to approach. That was the thing about black blooded monsters, they were so much more clever, so much more intelligent, and this one seemed so much more than most.

It sprang out, teeth bared, jagged blade drawn. Its eyes glowed red against the oily black of its scales, and it radiated a dark magic so thick that wind could taste it in the air. He shouted in surprise and tried to leap out of the way, but his foot caught on a submerged root and he stumbled.

He went sprawling, dropping the slate in the mud as he fell and landing face first in the water. He barely rolled over in time to miss the next blow from the lizalfos’ blade. He tried to scramble to his feet, to get his bearings. He needed to move, to defend himself - he reached for his sword but he was of kilter, his hands were shaking and he fumbled. The lizalfos swung-

And it’s bland was blocked, parried away as a massive shape dove in front of him. Wild, his sword drawn as he repelled back the creature’s blade, teeth bared and growling.

Where were the others? Where they really that far behind?

There was no time to stop, no time to think. Wind finally got his grip on his sword and shield, ready to dove in and help his brother, but it was too late.

The lizalfos swung again. Wild blocked him again with his sword, but it was an old, worn thing from his own era, and it couldn’t take the strain. The blade shattered, and seeing the opportunity, the lizalfos lunged again.

And it’s blade met fur and flesh and bone. And wild made a sound, small and breathy and pained, his eyes widening in shock.

Wind surged forwards, kicking the lizalfos backwards and swinging at it wildly as the others finally reached their position. Wars, legend, and time leapt into battle with him, pressing on the beast as behind them Hyrule rushed to wild’s side.

It was only one lizalfos. Even black blooded, it shouldn’t have been as fierce, as intelligent as it was. It shouldn’t have looked like it was smiling. It shouldn’t have cackled when time finally ran it through, and rather than dissolving to dust like a normal monster, fading away like a shadow in the sunlight.

Something told wind that it wasn’t gone for good, but it was gone for now and that was good enough for him. Shuddering, he dropped his sword and spun around, running to where he had left Wild. He would be fine, they’d all been stabbed before, but wild was strong! He was hardy, he would be fine-

He was lying in the water, limp and unmoving. Twilight has pulled his head and shoulders onto his knees and was bent double over him, his face screwed up and sobbing. Beside him, Hyrule sat pale faced and horrified, his hands at his side. Why wasn’t he doing something? Why wasn’t he healing him?

The fur on wild’s torso was matted with blood, the water around him stained a horrible red. He wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t breathing

“Wild!” Wind ran forwards, grabbing his hand. “Hyrule help him! Do something!”

Hyrule just shook his head, tears beginning to slip over his cheeks. Wind knew why. He could see it plain as day, could see the gaping wound through Wild’s chest, knew that it was not an injury anyone could survive. Still, even as all of his brothers knelt around them, saw the terrible sight and understood the horrible truth, Wind could not accept it. Would not accept it.

So he knelt there, staring at his unmoving brother, holding his hand and not caring as the frigid water soaked into his trousers.

Wild was dead, and he just couldn’t accept it.

After Wild’s first adventure, the gifts given to him by his fellow champions had faded. His old friends had moved on, after all, their spirits finally getting to rest after so long in limbo, and one by one their gifts left the space where they had rested in his soul.

Wild was okay with this. Much as he missed them, much as he missed the powers they gave him, he was glad that they were finally at peace.

Mipha was the last to linger, and he wasn’t really that surprised. Her caring instinct had always been strong and she had always wanted to help.

Then the weeks turned into months. And the months turned into years. And somehow, although he couldn’t quite feel her presence, there was still a sense of… something. Something that felt like gentle healing and and glowed a soft blue. Not the presence of a spirit, but the tender touch of a blessing.

know this: that no matter how difficult this battle might get... if you—if anyone ever tries to do you harm... Then I will heal you.

Zelda theorised that it was the final gift of the Zora princess. That even though she herself had moved on, the healing power of her Grace had remained, in one form or other. Even with the scant few memories of Mipha that Wild had, he was inclined to agree.

This said, he had never been particularlykeen to try it out. Mipha’s Grace had only ever activated when he had been injured badly enough to be at the point of death, and funnily enough he wasn’t overly eager to get to that point. It was enough to feel her blessing, however strong it may be, and to know that she had found peace.

Now, though, Wild floated in a limbo.

He wasn’t entirely clear on how he had ended up in this foggy, dark place. Someone had been in danger, someone important to him, and he had acted on impulse to save them. He had saved them, this important person, he was certain of that, but in the process he had gotten himself badly hurt.

He was dying. He knew that. And something about that was familiar.

He floated there, in that dark limbo, neither warm nor cold, neither feeling pain nor comfort, neither seeing nor blind, and he wondered vaguely why he was still here. He was no longer in his body, of that he was certain, but neither was he moving on.

Why was he not moving on?

Maybe something else had to happen first.

He waited, and inside of him something soft and blue began to pulse and itch. Around his chest, he felt something begin to come together.

This was also familiar, but he was sure that whatever it was used to be faster, stronger.

Huh.

He waited, patient in the darkness, and then all of a sudden hhis awareness came back to him with a terrible clarity. He was Link - wild! - and he had been trying to save Wind. He had taken a sword to the chest to save his brother and he was dying, should be dead already -

But swirling around him, in the soft darkness of death, was a ribbon of blue energy, oh so softly knitting his wounds together. Mipha. Her grace, her final blessing, still saving his life so long after she had left hers behind. It would take longer, without the strength of her spirit to guide the healing, and it would not be as complete as it had been in the past. It would, he knew now, save him from death.

He couldn’t believe that he had been given such a gift. If such a thing was possible in this strange, limbo space, he would have wept.

Instead he waited for an indeterminate amount of time for the healing to be done.

And then he opened his eyes.

Every ounce of him hurt.

It wasn’t really the nicest feeling to wake up to, but given that he was waking up at all, he didn’t really feel as if he had the right to complain. In the past when Mipha had healed him he had come around almost instantly, his wounds fully healed and his energy restored, but it didn’t look like that would be happening any more. He was saved from the brink of death, but he still had plenty of wounds that needed healed.

And damnit, they hurt.

He wanted to groan but he wasn’t quite there yet, wasn’t quite ready to fully control his body. Everything felt so heavy. Instead he focused on grounding himself, on figuring out his surroundings, on what was happening around him.

He was lying on his back, on the ground. No not quite on the ground, someone had laid out a blanket underneath him. One of his softest blankets, if he was feeling it right. Aw, guys! He couldn’t help but feel touched that they had done that for him even when-

Oh. Oh right. They probably all thought he was dead. There was no telling how long he had been out while Mipha healed him. Shit.

Well, at least he hadn’t been buried yet. He really didn’t fancy climbing out of his own grave.

Again.

He focused on more of his surroundings. He could feel someone clutching his hand, their head pressed against his knuckles as they sobbed silently. Against his other side a small figure was curled up and also crying, less silently. WInd? And maybe Twilight?

This wasn’t good. He needed to move, to tell them that he was okay. He tried to put some strength into his aching muscles but he was still too groggy, his mind felt like he was swimming through a haze, his body not obeying his orders.

In the background, he could hear the crackle of a fire, but no one was speaking. He thought that he could hear a few more people crying, and someone moving something metal, was that a ladle on a cookpot? They weren’t trying to cook, were they? It was bad enough that Wild had died, now they wanted to give themselves food poisoning?

Wild tried to move again and was not successful, but did manage to push a low whine out of his throat.

THe hand holding Wild’s tightened and the sobbing stopped abruptly. To his side, the small figure that he was certain was wind sat up, moving close to his face.

“Wild?” Wind’s voice asked, horribly rough and choked with tears.

Wild was still too weak to move, but he whined again and managed to get his eyelids to flutter, his vision blurry but just about focusing on the tear stained faces of Twilight and Wind. Hylia they looked awful, their faces pale and drawn, their hair a mess. They were both covered in blood, both red and black, and looked like it had never occurred to them to clean off.

WIld whined again, and Wind shot to his feet.

“HYRULE!” He all but screamed. “Hyrule hurry up! He’s alive! Wild’s alive!”

There was a commotion at the other side of the camp as several of the chain shouted in disbelief. Wild focused on Twilight as the rest of his brothers rushed over, managing to tilt his head to butt at his brother’s knee and rumbling softly.

Twilight’s face crumpled into a smile and he began to cry again, throwing his arms around Wild’s shoulders and burying himself into a hug. Wild couldn’t lie, it hurt, but he didn’t mind and leaned into it as best he could. On his other side, Hyrule had all but thrown himself on the ground beside him, tear-streaked and breathless, his eyes wide with hope and amazement.

Wild looked around and met his eyes, purring weakly in greeting. Hyrule gasped and covered his mouth and then set about looking over Wild’s wounds.

“Twilight.” came Warriors’ voice, thich with emotion, “Come on, you can still hold his hand but you need to sit up so Rulie can look over him.” the Captain appeared in the periphery of Wild’s vision, gently peeling the Rancher back and helping him sit up.

Twi sniffed in an extremely undignified manner and knuckled the tears from his face, laughing weakly as he took Wild’s hand again. He squeezed it, and Wild squeezed back, rumbling softly.

He could see the rest of the chain hovering around the edges of his vision, watching and waiting with baited breath as Hyrule looked over his injuries. The slash across his chest was still there, though no longer so deep, and the myriad smaller cuts and bruises across his body were still open and burning.

The familiar pulse of Hyrule’s magic began to wash across his chest, slowly closing the wound and easing the worst of the pain. While no longer life threatening, it was still deep, and clearly too much for Hyrule to heal all at once, and with the main injury more or less closed he sighed heavily and flopped down next to Wild, exhausted. He turned to look at him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, and buried himself into his side, sobbing.

Wild purred and carefully lifted his arm to stroke Hyrules hair as the Traveller burrowed in closer to his side.

“I think.” Came legend’s voice from beside Hyrule. Wild looked around and was surprised to see that even the bitter, caustic Veteran had tear tracks down his cheeks. “I think that means that Wild is well enough for us all to give him hell for that shock.”

Wild whined softly - the slash in his chest may have closed, but he still felt sore and exhausted. But Legend was smiling as he spoke and reached down to ruffle Wild’s hair. “Glaad to have you back. Don’t know how we would have broken the news to the citizens of cat island.”

Wild snorted and shook him off. Legend cleared his throat and looked away, looking suspiciously like he was blinking back tears.

“Come on, guys, give the idiot space. He’s just come back from the dead, he doesn’t need us climbing all over him.” Legend smiled and moved away, cheeks flushed with emotion. He pulled some of the others with him, Warriors and Four and Sky all pausing to squeeze Wild’s arm, shoulder, to tell him how glad they were to have him back before retreating to the campfire. At Legend’s urging, Hyrule stumbled up too and let the Veteran guide him over to his own bedroll where he could rest properly.

Almost immediately, Wind threw himself back into Wild’s side. Wild squealed as he jostled his wounds and Time, still in his full armour, still dishevelled and battle-worn, put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, Sailor, go easy on him.”

Wind squirmed and pulled back a little, his face tearful as he looked at Wild. “I’m so sorry.” he whispered, gently setting a slightly muddy sheikah slate next to Wild. “If I hadn’t stolen it I wouldn’t have tun on ahead and you wouldn’t have - you wouldn’t have gotten hurt-”

Wild whined and turned slightly out of Twilight’s grip to nuzzle at the sailor, ignoring the pain that flared up through his chest as he moved. Rumbling softly, he disentangled his arms from his brothers’ grips to try a shaky sign.

“All good. Not you. Me. My-” dammit, he didn’t know the word for ‘choice’. Ugh, whatever. Moving on. “Wind. Brother. Family. Safe.” that would have to do, he didn’t know any more sign and he was getting exhausted.

“The only person at fault was that damn lizard.” Time repeated soothingly. “Go and get some water, will you, Wind? WIld probably needs a drink.”

Wild nodded and gave a thumbs up, and glad to be useful, Wind dashed off.

Now alone with just Time and Twi, Wild exhaled heavily. He understood why his brothers were so emotional, he was feeling pretty emotional himself, but he was really too tired to taake it all in.

Time sat down beside him. “You really were dead, weren’t you cub?” he asked. On wild’s other side, Twilight shuddered. Wild nodded. “But you came back. Did you know you would? Or do you know how?”

Wild shrugged weakly and then nodded. He didn’t know for sure it would happen, hadn’t even thought about it when he dove in front of the lizalfos, just acted. But he knew exactly what it was. Who it was.

Time’s face softened and he squeezed Wild’s hand. “Well I’m looking forward to you being able to explain, but for now let’s just get you comfortable. Okay?”

Wild mewled as Time began to pull out and set up his bedroll and myriad blankets next to him. Wild shuffled as Twi helped him to sit up, scratching at his scars. They itched like hell, and he had never been more relieved at how easy it was to unclasp his prosthetic and dump it on the ground beside him. Ah, sweet relief.

He let Twilight help him into his newly made up bed and happily collapsed into it, barely able to draw up the energy to knead with his free hand. Twi curled up beside him, unwilling and unable to leave him alone after the day they both had had. As they settled down, Wind came trotting back over with a cup of water and wide, anxious eyes.

Wild sipped at the drink and then seeing that Wind was still shifting nervously from foot to foot, held out an arm in invitation. Well. He tried. It was his right arm, which he had recently discarded, so he was actually just wiggling his stump. Still, Wind understood the invitation and immediately dove in beside him.

“I’m really glad you’re not dead.” he whispered, and both Time and Twilight snorted.

“I think we can all agree on that one.” Time replied. “Get some sleep, Wild. Boys, go easy on him, yeah? Hyrule wouldn’t appreciate you wearing him out. Nor would Wild, i’m sure, for that matter.”

Wild chuffed and burrowed down into his blankets. Wind curled in tighter, curling his legs around his brother’s. Wild wanted nothing more than to sleep, to get some rest, but there was one last thing to do.

He rumbled and leaned into twilight, nuzzling at his hair.

Brother he was saying brother. Okay. safe. Brother.

Twilight sniffed and looked up at him, smiling. He gently butted back. Idiot brother. Scared! Sad! He burrowed in closer, digging his hands into his fur.

Wild rumbled and pulled him in. Safe brother safe. Safe nowSafe. Twilight repeated, safe. Brother. Family. Safe.

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eirasummersart · 2 years ago

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Here's my notes on how the relationship starts and develops! C: I did this mostly for myself so it might not be too prettily written, but I think it's still understandable! I hope you enjoy!

Big text under the cut~

To put it simply to start off, Oriol is a crazy hoe when it comes to love. He falls in love fast and deeply, for no reason at all. He takes love at first sight to a whole new different level. And he also loses all his brain cells whenever he’s in front of his crush and acts like a stalkery dumbass. So the cycle is always the same: falls in love suddenly with a random person (usually boys), tries to get as close as he can and bothers them so much that either:

They reject him so strongly that he gets extremely sad and cries about it for a while.This can happen between 3-6 times with the same person until he gives up. They accept him and he is the happiest person ever. But briefly, since his expectations are so far fetched from reality, he demands too many unreasonable things from the other person and they end up breaking up with him or Oriol is the one who says “he’s fallen out of love” and leaves them.

Expanding on that last point: he does fall in love extremlly fast, but always for some dumb reason (they were slightly nice to him because they were being polite, or they briefly helped him with something, or they said something he found “adorable”, etc. Not usually because of looks.) This means he gets an “ideal” of how his crush is, completely separated from reality, which makes him try and, unconsciously, force the other to be “that way” or get mad. This, obviously, ends on his crush blatantly pushing him away or in Oriol realizing after a while that they’re nothing like “he thought they were” and snapping out of love as fast as he fell in love.

Either way, in any of the cases, he’ll end up really sad and crying about it, but not learning lmao (it’s never his fault, obviously!).

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With all this established, I can move on to the relationship with him and Ruggie. Starting with their friendship first:

They became friends at the start of their 1st year. (I haven’t decided in which class Oriol is, so maybe classmates). Either way, Oriol did pull a couple of pranks on him before they became friends and Ruggie’s reaction was always just chill about it, laughing a bit and demanding that after being used for his amusement, Oriol should repay him helping him with the errand/chore he was in the middle of doing. Oriol found it to be a fun take on it and so helped him each time. After a while, they became friends and started hanging out regularly.

They also end up in a give and take friendship. Ruggie has him help with any of his work of the day and gets a bunch of gadgets/little inventions from Oriol to make his life easier, and Oriol has a free pass with any prank, gets Ruggie involved in pranks against other people and uses him as a tester for any new creation he makes (which not always work as intended lol).

Since they spend a fair amount of time together, Ruggie also has to deal with Oriol’s big mood changes: all happy and gushing about how amazing his new crush is, and after a few days/weeks, crying to him about how heartbroken he is and how mean they were to him.

The first time he went crying to him he was pretty taken aback, not really knowing what to do (since Oriol is such a drama queen about it). But after it happened a few times he learned he just had to hug him and let him vent for a while until he was feeling better.

Just a note for something that happened in this particular time frame of their relationship, because I find it funny lol

There’s this one time Leona “saves” Oriol from some mean dudes that were making fun of him (they were just in his way and he wanted to get through so he barked at them to move, making the bullies flee lmao). Oriol obviously, is smitten instantly. Goes to Ruggie to tell him, specially since he knows the both of them are close and he can give him advice. Ruggie laughs about it A LOT and tells him “Don’t go for him, you’ll regret it. Trust me”. He does not pay him any mind. The first time Oriol approaches Leona to kinda “get his attention and flirt”, he interrupts his nap and he snaps at him so hard that Oriol flees instantly. This crush just lasts one (1) day. “I told you you’d regret it lmao” “Shut up ToT” hahahah.

Anyway, moving on. The feelings™:

The first one to get feelings for the other was Ruggie. He did think Oriol was cute and pretty since they met, but just as an objective fact more than anything else. But roughly at the end of their first year, during one of their moments of Oriol using his shoulder to cry on after a heartbreak, Ruggie had an unconscious thought of “It makes me sad to see him so upset all the time. I bet if it were me, I’d only make him smile”. And immediately went “wait a second…” and realized he had developed a crush for his friend. Either way, he did nothing about it. He reached the conclusion that Oriol only saw him as a friend, or he would’ve already told him something, knowing how fast he fell in love and how direct he was. If he didn’t, that meant he probably never would. It stung a bit but not for long. Nothing changed after that, he kept treating him as he always had, but now he just appreciated when Oriol was happy and smiling and was content with that.

For Oriol it happened later, once they’re already in their 2nd year. After having had a crush that lasted more than usual (being really persistent once he had a love at first sight with Ace at the start of the year and pushing too much. It lasted for 2-3 months and went nowhere lol). He was taking a bit longer than usual to recover from that and was focusing more than usual on his science club activities. And thus to our scene, Oriol really excitedly told Ruggie he made something for him. He was doing it in secret to surprise him, since he had the idea randomly. Then he brings him to the kitchen to show him his “automatic donut machine” he made! Ruggie was happy enough with that, but then Oriol started the demonstration so they could have some, really proud of having made it. Adds the ingredients, pushes the button, and the machine starts working (a mix of magic and the machine itself). And then the first “donut” comes out and it’s just a blob with no defined shape. “The first one is a fluke! Wait, the others will be better!!” but they weren’t. Ruggie started laughing about the “donut blobs”, like he always does when any of Oriol’s gadgets don’t work. But this time Oriol was so proud and so excited to give him something he liked that he started tearing up from frustration and shame. Seeing that, Ruggie feels a bit bad and grabs the first one and munches it. Then tells him “the shape is wrong, but the taste is one of the best donuts I’ve had! I’m happy with being able to eat this many no matter what they look like~”. When he sees that it made Oriol stop crying and look at him with hoping eyes, he starts eating all the “donuts” that keep coming out of the machine. On the other hand, that small sweet gesture kickstarted one of Oriol’s “instant crush” moment. He was looking at him eating happily and trying to process what his feelings were. Still, he was too shocked to do anything at that moment.

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He went to his childhood best friend after that to talk about this (I won’t go in detail about this, since it’s Cherv’s boi and we’d have to really talk about how the interaction would go hahah). For once in his life, Oriol stopped to think after he got a crush. He still felt the urgent need to go show his affection and get attention, but his fear of losing something he had was enough to make him stop and consider it a bit more. In the end, after a couple of days of awkwardly blushing after every little interaction he had with Ruggie and thinking about what to do over and over, he had had enough. He was a direct person, all this dilly dally was not how he was at all. So he stopped thinking about it and went for it, as he always did. After the few awkward days before, when Oriol started to put the flirt at max with him, Ruggie was really confused. He had noticed that something was weird but didn’t know what nor did he have a chance to ask. And then Oriol started to wink at him more, get closer (he was usually touchy feely, but now it was done with purpose), he even took off his gloves to touch him directly. That and so many other “techniques” he’s had Oriol explain to him or seen him in action with other people before. He went from “is he just pranking me as usual?” to “has he realized I like him and is messing with me?” to “wait, did he get a crush on me?” in the span of a day. Still, he wasn’t sure of which was real so he just accepted the attention but did not make a move himself. After a couple of days of this, Oriol thought “he’s not getting it!!”. So, he told him directly how much he loves him. Which Ruggie follows with blurting a “Wanna be boyfriends then?” to which Oriol agreed more than happy and started hugging and squishing him.

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Some notes of the ship once it’s established. Of course, added to their dynamic they already had as friends, which doesn’t go away. Just morphs a bit to accommodate the new things:

Oriol is as intense and needy as he always is. But, in this case, he does not demand anything too “unrealistic”, due to the fact he actually knows how Ruggie is and doesn’t have any “idealized expectations” from him. This makes everything go way more smoothly than in his past experiences and his mood is more stable in a happy state. (He still gets mad for some dumb things often, though. But they don’t last as long). Ruggie, on the other hand, is more calm and chill about it all, not minding having to give him so much attention (I thought he’d be great at dealing with Oriol being such high maintenance since he deals with Leona and is pretty chill with everything, even if he complains here and there.) Since he’s used to dealing with his moods already, he does not mind much if Oriol gets fussy or angry suddenly.

In the end, Ruggie realizes that when Oriol gets mad at him, 90% of the time it’s because he wants attention/is jealous. So he placates him by apologizing and showering him with affection for a bit.

Regarding this, even when most affection is usually initiated by Oriol, Ruggie was the one who initiated their first kiss. When Oriol was in one of his mad with jealousy moments and saying “you don’t really love meee!” he just gave him a kiss with a “I won’t do this with anyone else, just you because I love you”. That was a critical hit for Oriol. The amount of jealousy moments decreased after that. It also made him think that kissing was free real estate now, tho, and the PDA got significantly worse. They had a talk about it since some things were not appropriate and he was demanding way too much time and attention, and Ruggie was busy as it was. They reached a middle ground of Oriol being more moderate when on daily routine moments, but being more affectionate in their alone time.

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In the cases where Oriol is mad for another reason, Ruggie knows him enough to pinpoint exactly what and deal with it. (Oriol is pretty direct, but sometimes not enough, so he needs a bit of deciphering). When Oriol calms down, if he feels like he has been too “dramatic”, blew things out of proportion or was unfair, he won’t apologize, but he’d be way sweeter to Ruggie after and kinda “make it up to him” in another way. (He’s not good at admitting he did something wrong. But he does want the relationship to work, so he’d work on controlling his temper more and trying to identify better what makes him upset so he is not as unreasonable. It takes him a while, though.) In the rare instances when Ruggie is the one who gets mad, he’d be extremely direct and to the point as to what the problem was. Oriol will take it really seriously because it’s so rare that it happens, he probably did something wrong. He’ll try and fail to apologize, all sad and upset, but will manage to ask him how he can do better next time so he doesn’t get mad again.

Onto another note, Oriol is EASILY jealous. Of anything and everything, no matter how big or small. But the more the relationship lasts, the calmer he gets with this. But he still needs a lot of reassurance anyway.

The time when he was actually jealous because Ruggie was “spending so much time with Leona” was so ridiculous that Ruggie didn’t even give him an answer. He just kinda sighed and facepalmed. Seeing his reaction Oriol was instantly “oh… I guess not?” and snapped out of it lmao.

Ruggie doesn’t get jealous too often. With how much love Oriol showers him with, it's kinda hard to. But in the small instances when it does happen (Oriol is really pretty and shameless), he’d just casually go next to him and say hi while putting his arm around him or holding his hand. Even if Oriol doesn’t stop what he was doing with the other person or chatting with them, feeling him melt onto him happily is enough to placate Ruggie’s jealousy.

As an end note: I’m blatantly ignoring the fact of their different lifespan. It will have to go two ways:

The sad “angst end” where Ruggie dies first and Oriol is sad as heck, but moves on to love other people in his long lifespan, always remembering fondly all the people he lost to time.

The happy end where I bullsh*t some sort of “fae bond magic” where they end up with the same lifespan and are happy together all their lives. (I probably will lean more towards this because I like happy fluffy endings so hahah).

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A bit more about them in the ship questions post I'll upload tomorrow!

That's all! Thanks for reading it all~ I hope you enjoyed it 💕

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years ago

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(Dick x Male!Reader)

Imagine being part of the titans and one night hearing Dick moaning in his room, you don't think about it cus its kinda awkward but then he moans your name. You then knock on his door and after a minute Dick opens it looking all disheveled and flustered. You start smirking t him and say "Need some help?" He starts blushing and fast forward y'all have some wild sex ;) and Dick is just so sore after having you fuck him through the night. The next morning he limps to breakfast and everyone is confused until you come in shirtless with scratches on ya back🥴 if you want you can take it from there!

ahh omg i love this!!

➣ pairing: dick grayson x male!reader

➣ fluff

➣ warnings: mentions of sex, reader being a tease lmao

➣ word count: 303

come join the titans sleepover!

You lie awake in your bed, eyes trailing over the man who sleeps peacefully next to you, a stark contrast to how whiney he was last night. Dick’s pale skin is blotchy with purple and red marks that you made on him, and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that releases from your throat as you trail your fingertips over them.

“We should probably get up,” Dick groans, stirring himself awake and rubbing his eyes.

“5 more minutes,” you coo, closing your eyes as he gets out of bed and opens the curtains. You notice him struggling to walk, and you watch with amusement, arms coming up behind your head as you chuckle.

“You okay there?” You tease, knowing full well that you wrecked him only mere hours ago.

“Shut up,” he blushes before closing the bedroom door.

The smell of sweet breakfast fills your nose as you make your way to the kitchen, but you stop in your tracks at the sound of Donna’s voice.

“Woah, what happened to you? You’re limping like mad,” she comments, and you can only assume she noticed his weird gait too.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine. Went a little too hard in training last night,” he coughs and uncomfortably sits down.

“Jesus, you could feed a whole village with the amount of food here,” you joke entering the kitchen and take a seat at the barstool before picking out some of the berries that were cut up in the bowl. Conner’s eyebrows furrow while Gar’s jaw drops. Rachel stifles a laugh through a cough, averting her eyes away from you.

“What’s with all the scratches, dude?” Hank asks, his eyes darting between you and Dick, suddenly becoming aware of what happened between you two.

“oh, you know. Went a little too hard in training last night.”

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fckwritersblock · 3 years ago

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Bucky x black reader

Description: After a heated argument between the two of you, one where the words exchanged were better left unsaid, has left your apartment leaving the two of you unsure of where you stood in each others lives. Now, all Bucky wants to do, is be done with this John Walker business so he can come home to you and tell you how he really feels.

Angst. Angsty as fuck and I don’t know where I came from but I’m sorry.

Here I am. Me. Trying to be apart of something great! @fineanddandy 2k celebration! My submission to the #breakuptomakeup2k with only a 80% understanding of said assignment as I chose emo smut for this. Again y’all. 80% understanding 😅 I got carried away, there is no smut to be found…but just. Here. He y’all go

I’ll be back with another contribution and I’ll be going for angry but until then… Enjoy… Whatever this is lmao

( unedited. Af )

Flashbacks will be in bold.

There will also be a pov change so pay attention. Also the gifs, closest thing I could find to the relevance of the story so…brace yourselves

Word count: 3,481

Bucky was once again at the bar he frequented. It was where he did his people watching and got in his mandated weekly social interactions in order to keep his therapist off his back.

All the regular joes were there, but there was someone in particular, a new face, a pretty one, he found sitting at the bar. One, that was unfortunately, being bothered by the resident asshole. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t really give a fuck but for some reason he did care about the frown that was on your face as the guys seem to be getting extra handsy. As Bucky approached the counter he heard you giving him what he knew wasn’t the first warning.

“Mister, you reach over here with those grubby fingers again you gon pull back less than you reached over here with.” You threatened as you reached for your purse.

“Excuse me, Bucky wedged himself between you and the asshole facing you.

“I’m Bucky.” he spoke, holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Y/n," you shook his hand slowly a bit confused, only for Bucky to wink at you.

He turned to the man who wouldn’t leave you alone.

“And you are?”

The man took Bucky’s hand and attempted to grip it firmly in order to intimidate him, and before he answered with his name, Bucky gripped his hand hard before releasing it quickly said man falling to the floor.

“Don’t care, beat it.” He said taking the guys seat.

“You broke my fingers.” He groaned from his position on the floor.

“Dislocated.” Bucky brushed him off and took a seat.

Quickly dragged out by security, the two of you watched in amusement before but he turned to you once more.

He thought you were breathtakingly beautiful. The smile on your face wascontagious and he found himself smiling too.

"Y/n,” he tested your name out on his tongue, and you nodded confirming. “Can I get you a drink?"

The rest was history.

The way Bucky fell for You happened so fast yet so slow and all at once. It had been a while but Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt this much love from somebody. Received this much love from somebody. Truly felt like he had someone in his corner other than Steve before he… Went away. He had finally managed to find someone on his own.

His own person.

You knew all about his past, the things he’d done, and had yet to judge him. Every time he got in a mood you made sure to remind him that it was temporary. And it was OK to feel whatever and however he may have been feeling.

His person.

“You got 10 minutes, than we’re doing things my way.” Bucky rolled his eyes as John Walker, America’s new appointed Captain America, attempted to display his authority as Sam went in to attempt to talk down Karli.

Bucky was more than over his self righteous bullshit. He was genuine. This was just another kid trying too hard. But he was here. And he would have Sam’s back, the same way Steve would. Even if he was mad at him for giving up the shield.

He wanted to go home. Bucky didn’t like this one bit, then again, he could recall you saying the same thing just a week ago. And if he went home now, his argument with you would be all for nought.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.” He watch you pace back and forth and he pack his stuff to take back to his place before meeting Sam.

“What do you want me to do?” He huffed becoming increasingly frustrated.

“I want you to sit back, and mind your fucking business for once.” You exclaimed hands flapping all over the place for dramatic affect.

“Y/n. You know I have to-“

“No. You don’t.” You cut him off talking through your teeth. “You don’t have anything to prove to anybody. Steven is gone. You don’t owe anyone shit.”

“I didn’t expect you to understand. God for bid something other than you have my attention.”

“And what’s that suppose to mean.?”

“You have a family! The shield. It’s the closest thing to family that I have-“

“Oh, Fuck you! Okay!”

“Oh, fuck me?!”

“Yes, you bastard! Fuck you! You have of me! But if you want to go around I continue chasing ghosts and potentially get yourself killed, you go ahead. See if I care-“

“You don’t!” He yelled causing you to jump.

It was the first time he actually raised his voice at you and while it didn’t scare you per se, it caught you off guard. He let out a deep breath clenching his jaw as he snatched his bag off the couch.

“You don’t care and It’s clear I was kidding myself for everything thinking you could..” he caught him self before he could say anything else.

“I could what James?”

He could hear the crack in your voice and knew your feelings were probably hurt but he continued to throw the bag over his shoulder before grabbing the front doorknob.

“Love me.”

That was the last thing he said before he left you. That you didn’t love him. It was a stupid thing to say. I really stupid dumb hurtful thing to say.

Something he knew wasn’t true.

You guys have yet to say ‘I love you’ to one another, seeing it as it had only been about 6 months and you had done your best to make sure you were patient. With him, his feelings. But even though you hadn’t said it.

He felt it.

He could absolutely feel the love you poured into him each and every day. That day, just wasn’t a good day. He was anxious, on edge. He was angry. So very angry. And while all this time he had done his best to not take it out on you, he failed this time. Between things with you and the storm they we’re headed for now, he was all over the place. He closed his eyes for a second trying to calm himself down. He imagined you there with him, telling him what you always did every time he was frustrated with himself and not feeling in control.

“They’re feeling, Bucky. As much as we wish we could control them we can’t. Not always. And that’s okay.” You would say. “You’re not a bad person for having feelings and not knowing what to do with them. You’re human.”

Bucky sighed eyes still closed, hearing your voice in his head clear as day as if you were still with him.

“I’m human.” He repeated.

“Buck.”

He opened his eyes quickly, having forgotten where he was momentarily.

“You alright?” Sam asked after what they just witnessed

“No.” Sam nodded at Bucky’s answer, feeling similarly.

“‘Are you ready for this.” Sam fired another question as they prepared to enter the deserted warehouse.

To this Bucky said nothing, just made his way into the abandoned building.

John Walker had just killed a man. He killed man mercilessly. He killed a man in public. And he had done so using the shield. Steve’s shield.

They had to make to things right and they had to do it together.

The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could be with you.

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You had been pretty down the past 2 weeks without Bucky. You slept better when he was there. Felt better. Protected. Love.

This wasn’t the first time you guys argued and it wasn’t the first time he tried to push you away. This time though, It just felt so…so final.

Like he was done with you.

God you hoped that wasn’t true and that he’d come back to you.

After watching the news this morning, the faith that Bucky would come back to you was restored. The news reported that he and Sam had gotten John Walker and his position as Caption had been terminated. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing that Bucky and Sam had accomplished exactly what they set out to do. Now all that was left was for him to return to you.

You waited anxiously for his arrival and while you weren’t sure when he’d come, it had to be soon right?

You’re feeling were hurt from the events that transpired between you two, but you knew he didn’t mean it. Beneath the tough exterior bucky was a big old softy. He fancied himself a ladies man when he was with you. Which is why you also knew he’d be beating himself up over it. This was probably the most time you guys has been away from each other since getting together and if he was the person you knew he was, you knew he missed you as much as you missed him.

So you want to do something nice for him. To show him you were sorry too. To remind him you were still there for him. You had learned that Bucky didn’t like big grand gestures. He appreciated small intimate ones as he was still getting using to positive affirmation and intimate attention. So you decided to bake his favorite cookies, having Instacarted all the Ingridents.

While you weren’t exactly sure when he would be home, he had previously told you he wouldn’t be gone for more than two weeks. Well you were two days shy of the two weeks and you wanted the cookies to be ready for him.

You had also decided to tell him. To tell him that you were completely in love with him.

You put the third batch in the oven and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. Seven minutes in you heard what sounded like your front door opening

“Bucky?”

You quickly exited the shower, throwing a towel around you to peak your head out of the bathroom door.

“Bucky.” You smiled when you heard the sound of his boots entering the kitchen.

“Buck take the cookies out the oven will you? I’m gonna throw on some clothes then I’ll be right out.”

And you did just that. Throwing on a tank top and some boy shorts, you slipped your robe on and went to meet your man in the kitchen. You were giddy with excitement, knowing you’d find him in the kitchen 3 cookies in.

“By now you I made your favorite…” your voice trailed off the smiling falling from you face.

He came toward, nothing in his hand, seemingly harmless but you knew better.

“You’re not Bucky.” You swallowed eyeing the former patriot before you as he made sure to block the front door.

“No. But you know who I am.” His rasped staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes

“What do you want?” Your eyes flickered over to your phone momentarily as you continued to watch him.

“He took something from me.”

“Im going to take something from him.” He shrugged.

It was than you understood exactly why he was there. Before either of you could say another word your phone went off and a Buckys photo came up.

“Answer It. On speaker.”

With shaky hands you grabbed the cellular device and answered the phone putting it on speaker but holding it close to your chest as you continue to eye John Walker who stood a mere 5 feet away from you.

“Hey.” You spook keeping your voice steady.

“Hey,” you could hear him breath out what sounded like a sigh of relief.

“Did you get it?” You questioned the way you normally would, even though the both of you knew you already knew the answer.

“We did.” He confirmed a way.

I’m so happy for you buck.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“You mean that?”

“I do.” You nodded as if he could see you.

Silence. On the other end, Bucky fought not to be too emotional. He just knew you were going fo be done with him but when you picked up the phone for him…

“Buck?” You swallowed glancing at John Walker. “You okay?”

“No, Y/n, I’m not.” He confessed, pausing only for a moment, “I’m sorry for what I said the other day.”

“Oh honey. Water under the bridge.” You spoke as nonchalantly as possibly.

You needed him to know you were okay…

“I shouldn’t have-“

“James. I forgive you baby,okay?”

…that you were no longer upset with him…

“God I miss you.”

“Sleeping’s not the same without you.” You confessed.

…that the two of you were okay…

“I’ll be home soon. Less than 24 hours.”

…just in case anything happened to you…

“Bucky?”

“Yeah doll.”

“I like you, a lot.” You blurted out

The two of you made that a habit; saying I like you a lot. It started off as a joke but then became a way for the two of you to express the strong way you get for one another without the pressure of saying “love”.

“I like you a lot too doll.” He chuckled and you smiled knowing you put a smile on his face.

Possibly for the last time.

..you wanted to be sure he knew….

“24 hours?” You repeated.

“24 hours and I’m yours.” He agreed.

“It’s a date.” You agreed with a sad smile as a single tear worked its way down your face

…you still felt all the things for him…

“Bucky?”

You hesitated giving John Walker a once over. He smirked thinking you were now going to beg Bucky to come rescue you.

“Doll?”

..you needed him to know exactly how you felt about him.

“I love you.”

You quickly dropped the cellphone smashing it under your foot and taking off toward your bedroom. You slammed and locked the door quickly going for Bucky’s drawer where you knew he had gun.

You picked it up quickly turning out the safety before firing at John who busted through the door. He took several protracted steps back into hall trying to evade the gunfire. The pistol had a silencer on it, but you wished it hadn’t. That way someone would’ve actually heard it and call for help. But it was just you. You followed suit, firing after him as he ran down the small hallway. If you could just get him away from the door you could escape.

Two bullets left you thought to yourself as you counted them the way Bucky taught you, so you’d make every single one count.

One.

He cleared the hallway but you could still see him try to bend the corner when you fired your last shot.

“Son of a bitch!” He yelled.

Got him.

Soon as his arm jerked back and he hit the floor you spirited toward the front door.

You almost made it two the front door when he yanked you back by the braids. Hitting the wall with such force you knew you had to have made a dent in the wall. Coughing you tried to stand only for John to punch you sending to the floor once more.

Your head was spinning. You couldn’t focus and your body began to hurt. Your lip was busted and your shoulder felt as if it were dislocated.

He picked you up by the throat slamming you against the wall again, this time cutting off your oxygen.

“He’ll come for you.” You wheezed as best you could.

The grimace still help on his face, he bought you closer towards him, squeezing your throat tighter, mouth leveled with your ear. You began clawing at his hands as you fought for air.

“I’m counting on it.”

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While Karli was in the wind, both Zemo and John Walker were taking down. Caps shield was back with Sam, the way it always should’ve been, and in t-minus 12 minutes he would we back with you.

Where he knew he always wanted to be.

Bucky was elated when you answered the phone for him as if nothing happened.

Then you told him you love him, before you hung up.

You.

Love him.

He started to call you back but he didn’t. He wasn’t sure he was ready to respond. He wasn’t sure he able to properly put the reciprocal words in a sentence. Of course he knew he loved you, you’re the one who helped him remember exactly what love is, what it feels like, but your confession caught him off guard. Now that he had time to recover from the infill shock, he was more than ready to tell you, and he wanted to make sure he did it face-to-face.

“Babe.” Bucky called out opening your front door.

He didn’t live with you, not officially, but you had him a key made after the first month. It felt high school to move in so quickly but he might as well had. Bucky was with you all the time. You both agreed he should keep his place though, sometimes he still liked to sleep on the floor and it was safer when he was out on “missions”, rather, making amends as he liked to call it. Not to mention, sometimes, he still needed to be alone. That was something else he loved so much about you. You understood that and you supported that.

You were in his corner no matter what.

Upon enter Becky could smell the white chocolate chip oatmeal craze and cookies as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. He remembered the first time you made them for him at Christmas time 3 months ago. You said it was the perfect holiday cookie and he had to agree. You would always make them to cheer him up and put a smile on his face. He smiled to himself, today was no different. There was a cute decorated plate full of them. Neck to it was a small note written in cursive.

‘I love you’

He felt as if his heart skipped several beats. There it was again. The word you guys had yet to say to one another face to face, a feeling he also shared with you. I know you feel the same even after your fight…

Bucky knew you took your nap seriously, so if you weren’t curled with a blanket on the couch, he knew you’d be in the bedroom. He wasted no time heading that way.

“I love you.” he breathed out as soon as he got to the doorway of your bedroom.

The relief from that confession was short-lived as the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand up.

Something was wrong.

And as he taking your motionless frame underneath the covers another feeling crept in.

Fear.

Bucky didn’t feel fear. He hadn’t in a long time save for the few words that could’ve activated him once upon a time.

Outside of that though. He wasn’t sure when the last time he was ever really afraid of anything.

Til now.

“Y/n.” The call of your name was soft but definitive.

Nothing.

While his brain had already registered the possibility you weren’t breathing was high, the other half almong with his heart couldn’t.

Cautiously he walked around the other side of the bed getting closer. The unusual way your eyelids were mostly closed along with your hand that idly hung off the side of the bed he knew.

“No, mm-no.” His voice broke as his heart broke into a million pieces.

He dropped to his knees taking your limp hand in his.

“No..” it was death curdling scream. A cry that came from the back of his throat as he placed your cold hand to his cheek.

With his free hand Bucky pushed some of the braids out of your face, revealing the some of the black and blue scarring on around your eye, you busted lip. As his eyes traveled down he froze. His hand lowered He could feel the way your neck with a naturally bent on both sides. Broken neck, crushed windpipe.

“Come on doll, you’ve got to get up for me.”Cradling your head his gently brough you to his chest, pulling your body into his.

He checked for a pulse even though he knew…

There wasn’t one.

“Open your eyes for me huh.” His hand caressed your cheek, tapping ever so often, willing you to wake up.

“I haven’t even told you I love you. “ he sniffed a river of tears freely falling down his face. “That I am irrevocably in love with you.”

“So I need you to wake up ok?” His hand moved to the back of your neck, now pushing your face closer to his. “Come on, Y/n.”

Bucky rocked back and forth as he held onto you.

“Please?”

but even as he continued to beg…

“Please?”

He knew it was futile.

“Please?”

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If by chance I broke your heart too…I’m sorry

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omidettol · 4 years ago

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how it ended

pairings • timeskip!osamu x f!model!reader

genres • fwb, fluff, angst

warnings • suggestive, swearing

words count • 1184

author’s note • omg i didn’t even know why i wrote this but i surely was having osamu (and perhaps kiyoomi) brainrot lmao

they’d stayed like that—held each other close with his hand fiddling her hair while her soft and steady breathing hit his bare chest—for almost two hours. the dimmed light illuminated his side figure while the clock on his bedroom’s wall was ticking in the same rhythms as their heartbeat. not too slow, not too fast. all at the right calming pace.

‘this is the last time,’ osamu reminded himself as he turned and kissed her on top of her head. as he breathed in her typical scent, he could feel his heart warmer. he pulled away a little and stared down at the woman who was now looking up right at his grey orbs with a questioning look. it was almost 4 in the a.m. yet they both were still wide awake, cherishing their last intimate moment together.

without saying anything, osamu put his arms around her waist again and brought her even closer to him, embracing her like she was his everything. like she was the sole reason for his existence that he would never let go. but he also knew all too well that wasn’t right. she was never his to begin with.

a soft whisper suddenly filled in the silence. “osamu.”

he hummed, asking her to continue whatever it was she was going to say.

“you know i love you as a friend... but that’s just it. i don’t think this is gonna work out for us anymore. you with your business and me with my job—”

“i know and i love you too,” he quickly added, cutting her off. “it’s okay, y/n. really. i understand your decision. besides, we’re still friends, right?”

the brown haired woman chuckled. “of course, we are. unless you don’t want to?”

he hugged her tightly, settling his head at the crook of her neck after placing a soft kiss there. “nah, i still need ya to advertise my new branch store.”

she punched his arm lightly and let out a grin. “you jerk.”

osamu laughed at her reaction. “what? i’m being honest here. it’s a win-win situation, i get more customers and ya get free onigiris made by none other than miya osamu himself!”

a smile formed on her face as she rolled her eyes dramatically. “whatever, ‘samu.”

another silent hit the two of them again. a good silence where they simply cuddled and enjoyed each other’s company. again, osamu reminded himself mentally that this was their last time to be like this. to be this close. skin to skin.

osamu took a deep breath and let it out slowly, eyes fluttering close. he’d seen this coming from the very beginning. yes he knew the consequences, yet he still made this choice. and he never regretted it.

“how’s sakusa?” asked osamu after some time.

there was a pause. she snuggled closer and answered with a muffled voice, “good, i think? he’s still with my colleague i mentioned the other day, so yeah, i think he’s good. um... they’re a nice person and very patient, a perfect fit for kiyoomi. i’m glad they’re together.”

his long fingers stroked her hairs gently. “don’tcha talk to him?”

“yes, but now i’m kinda mad at him, so we’re not really on speaking terms,” she yawned, hoping osamu would just drop that topic and they finally could sleep while the sky outside was still dark.

hearing that, osamu raised his eyebrows, confused. “what happened?”

“he never went to any of my fashion shows. you know he and i have been friends for almost 8 years now. and yet, he chose to go to theirs!” y/n said with her eyes, which showed a hint of feeling betrayed, now locked with osamu’s amused eyes. “can you imagine? how could he trust them in the span of one year?”

when osamu said nothing, she continued, “ugh, i hate him. i even declined an offer because i promised to watch his debut game in the pro league. but look at him—didn’t even bother to ask when my show was scheduled.”

“y/n,” osamu called, making her stare at him with a pissed face. talking about kiyoomi these past few days always managed to make her boiling in anger. osamu let out a hearty laugh. his palm cupped her cheek when he said, “you’re being jealous, babe.”

she rolled her eyes. “of course i am, ‘samu. haven’t you been listening to what i say? he chose to go to their show, whom he barely knows, instead of going to mine, his best buddy.”

“talk to him, then,” he suggested after shaking his head at her pettiness and how dense she was.

“i did, but you know him. he’s such a blunt jerk. i can’t believe he said theirs was better because they only invited a few important people while mine was open to the public. i mean, he’s not totally wrong and i know about his phobia and such, but i’m still mad at him. period,” y/n stated. “let’s stop talking about that shithead.”

osamu chuckled and placed a quick kiss on her pouty lips. “yeah, let’s stop talking about him. this is our last night after all.”

seeing his little smirk, y/n gulped. osamu cupped her cheek and leaned in, closing the gap between the two of them. they closed their eyes as his lips reached hers. contrary to what she expected, the kiss wasn’t as rough as she thought it’d be, rather it was as gentle as a breeze. as delicate as a glass. the kind of kiss that made her feel numb and got her thinking how he could invade all her senses so addictively. but she couldn’t bring herself to do the same, she didn’t want to hurt him by pretending that she felt the same way. the kiss, however, was also as if it was his only way of saying goodbye to her, so she let him. for the last time.

miya osamu wasn’t sure what’s gotten into him—he just couldn’t let go. and so he didn’t. to him, she was like black hole that pulled him in until he lost his gravity and trapped without a way out. she was like medicine that got him intoxicated. she was like spring that came after winter. she was the earth to his moon. he constantly revolved around her, while she was revolving around someone else. the sun.

he knew from the very beginning he could never be the sun, but him being the certified clown, ignoring his own brother’s warning, he started getting himself tangled into this. as everybody knew, everything that started needed an end. and this was their end. a tear suddenly fell down his cheek, making its way to their sealed mouths. he slowly broke the kiss, and whispered, “thank you.”

she shook her head ever so slightly then wiped the trace of tears on his cheek softly. “i’m the one who should thank you, ‘samu. and i’m so sorry.”

“there’s nothing to be sorry about,” he chuckled a little and plastered a smile on his face. “it’s for the best.”

“it is.”

#haikyuu!!#hq #miya osamu #osamu x female reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu osamu #fluff to angst #fwb au #hq osamu #osamu au #osamu #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #osamu x y/n #unrequited love #hq angst

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kaylathekittykat225 · 4 years ago

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Carnival Ride of Horror // Steve Harrington x Reader

Carnival of Horror // SH

Warning/s: Cursing, laughing at inappropriate times, (very minimal) mentions/implications of abuse/stalking (just wanna warn, its super small but just in case!)

Word Count: 3.5k

Hey guys! It’s been a bit since I’ve written, lemme tell you, life has been kinda crappy and its just a little less crappy now! So I decided to start pecking at the keyboard again and this is what came of it! This lovely person requsted this work and I just got around to starting to really write because I had a free week. Anywhoodles, it’s good to write something again and I hope yall enjoy it!

Again thank you for this idea @seraphiiii

omg i came across your post about writing ideas in my feed and got so excited to see both steve harrington and young justice in the tags lmao. but i think a steve harrington x reader where reader and him go to an amusement park and reader is terrified of the rides so he’s like comforting her throughout them and encouraging her but also laughing (in a good natured way obvi) about how scared she is and stuff? i think that would be so cute!!

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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“Stevie, when we agreed to have a date night away from the kids, I didn't think we would be going into a mass of more kids.” As he pulled the keys out, you stared at the bright light shining machinery that had been set in the middle of a field outside the city. The annual summer fair had finally made its way to Hawkins, and it had left a buzz in the air as everyone planned when they would go, talked about what rides had come this year, who their ride buddy would be; it had been all the kids had been talking about for weeks. They put a day together the coming weekend to go as a group and they planned to drag Steve and you along on the off chance that they needed an “adult” to allow them on the rides.

Funny how they assumed either Steve or you knew how to adult.

“Cause I thought it would be a nice change from us just watching movies or having dinner.”

“Oh, so dino nuggets are no longer date-worthy for you.” Steve almost took you seriously, but he saw the grin that has graced your lips at your own comment. He relaxed a little knowing that you weren’t upset with his idea for date night, but he had always wanted to kiss someone at the top of a Ferris Wheel, and he would do anything to get you to the top of the rotating ride.

“So, you’re not mad that I chose here for tonight?” You shook your head and pulled at the door handle separating the two of you from the outside life.

“Of course not Stevie, I just thought it was an interesting choice.” The smile you chose to have was one that hopefully convinced him that you were okay with where the pair of you were going, even if you weren’t happy with the choice.

You can be happy with the idea of going to a carnival as long as you don’t go on-”Cool, so what ride do you want to do first?”

“Shit.” The world slipped out before you could stop yourself as Steve finished paying for your tickets and asked what you had said. “Nothing just kicked myself. Um…” You looked around frantically for something to do that wasn’t flashing brightly and spinning faster than the legal highway speed. “Let’s go over there!”

Steve followed your hand as he saw you point towards the stands of games that were rigged and way too fricking expensive, but he would do it for you. “Alright, starting out with some games I see, I like it.”

The two of you ran through a few of the games, most of them where Steve got way too into it and you had to step between them as he tried screaming that he deserved that stuffed bear/pony/cat/fish, because he almost had it every single time. He did beat out the basketball one, one of the last ones the two of you did on that strip, bolstering his confidence just enough to get him into a cheery enough mood.

“Alright! We played some games, and let the crazies test out the rides so I’m pretty sure they won’t break down on us. Which one should we do first? They got a drop tower, or how about the pit viper swings? Or, or, or how about we…” The night had been going enjoyable up until Steve turned to the rides you had managed to distract him from and pointed at the glowing and fast-moving monsters.

“How about we do the haunted walk over there?” Steve followed your pointing finger with a quizzical look, he hadn’t really taken note of the scary attraction before, never thought to really look to it with everything else going on. “I bet it won’t even be scary to us after everything we’ve been through right ha.”

You took off with a dry laugh without waiting for a response from him; his cries were head behind you, but the haunted house looked better than anything else around you. “Y/N.” He called you again, but you walked faster. By the time you got to the stairs leading into the building, you were practically running up them to get into the dark house with smoke billowing out of it.

“Y/N!” Your name was the last thing you heard before diving through the door and physically bumping into one of the scarers dressed as a zombie. He seemed nice, breaking character enough to ask if you were okay before you had already turned the corner and left him behind too.

Twisting and turning, you didn’t pay much mind to the screaming witches, zombies, skeletons, or anything that happened all around you; over the music and screaming, you could vaguely hear your name, giving you an indication that Steve followed you.

Not too far in, you found a quieter corner with only a couple cobwebs around it where you quickly ducked back into and tried pressing yourself into it deeper, hoping to watch Steve walk right by you.

Why the hell were you running from your boyfriend? You gained a sense of logic for a second where you paused. Why were you running? This was super childish of you and really had no reason. All Steve wanted to do was go on a few rides and you were being selfish and completely ruining what was going to be one of the few evenings you didn’t have to babysit the kids.

As the guilt started to swirl with your desire to not be found, you didn’t notice as the Frankenstein in the room had taken notice of you hiding in the corner and started to tromp over to you. “Hey, miss, you can’t be hiding in here, you gotta keep moving.”

“I’ll be out in a second, sir, let me just-” “You can’t be here-” “If you give me a second, I will leave as soon as I can-” “Miss you have to leave-” “Give me one dan minute-” “Y/N!”

Among all the screaming the Frankenstein and you had been doing was your name being called by a third and new voice along with a hand clasping onto your shoulder. Looking to the hand, you saw the unmistakable outline of the man you were hiding from. “There you are babe, why were you running off.” Just looking at the Frankenstein’s demeanor, you could tell he went into defense mode suddenly.

“Were you hiding from him miss? Are you okay? Do you feel safe?” The painted man moved to step between you and Steve in an attempt to separate you two.

“Whoa, whoa buddy, back off. She’s my girlfriend, chill out.” Steve tried stepping around the man o little success.

“Oh, your girlfriend? And she’s running from you? I don’t think this is looking very good for you, buddy.” The two were shooting back and forth at each other, getting chest to chest, and starting to cause a larger disturbance that started o be heard over the music and background scream noises. More workers it looked like started to slip into the room and try to get the two men to quiet down, going so far as to begin threats of throwing them out of the haunted house.

You were pulled away from the situation before being pushed away and into the next room, looking like it was on its way to the exit in the next two or three rooms: your destination.

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“Y/N?” His voice finally chirped up next to you as Steve took a seat next to you on the grass at the edge of the carnival. “You okay?” When he saw you sitting over here, he had quickly jogged over and took her in as he did so: sitting with her face pressed into her knees and arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she kept herself in as tight of a ball as possible.

You didn’t respond at first, only moving your head to look up at your boyfriend, the person you have embarrassed tonight and most definitely pissed off with your childish antics tonight. “I’m sorry.”

“Whoa what do you have to apologize for? I’ve been worried about you and wanted to make sure that you are okay.” His hand found its way to your back and began rubbing circles into your shoulder blade.

“I was really childish today and you didn’t deserve it, all because I was scared of the stupid rides.” Your words may have been mumbles, but he heard every word clearly.

“Hold on. Babe, did you say you were scared of the rides?” Your small and timid nod was enough for him to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me? I never would have brought you here if I knew that!”

Swallowing the thick feeling in your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disappointment and hurt in his face and that hurt. “Because you were so excited about it, I thought I could get through it and do at least one or two with you. But as we got closer, I guess my nerves got the best of me and I just...ran. Like a stupid child.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Steve quickly shuffled to kneel in front of you and grabbed your hands, holding them in his own and your legs fell down to where you were now criss cross apple sauce. “I’m not gonna force you to do any of these rides if you don’t wanna. If you want to just go home, we can make this a movie night if that works better for you.”

“No, Stevie,” His mouth quirked up at this name. “You already bought the tickets; I don’t want you to waste the money you earned because I’m a scaredy cat.”

Steve took a second to think, racking his brain on how to salvage what has been an eventful evening. “How about…” He paused again and just stared at you with you staring back at him, waiting to hear what he wanted to say. “You can say no, how about we try a few rides, to try and get you on some. If you don’t like riding after one, we can go home, and you can at least say you did it.”

Mulling this idea over in your head, your eyes shifted from where your boyfriend sat in front of you to the bright and joyous scream filled rides were. “I suppose they don’t all look so bad.” You murmured to him, staring particularly at the giant Ferris Wheel that turned, a small memory from early on in your relationship popping into your head. Steve had mentioned a few times that his dream date would be to take a girl up on a Ferris Wheel and cuddle her and kiss her when they got to the top.

“Okay, we can try a few.” Though shaky, your voice was a little stronger this time and you gave Steve a small smile.

“You sure?” A nod. “Okay, I’ll let you choose which one we go on, okay?” Another nod.

Together, the two of you stood to your feet and approached the hustle and bustle of the carnival grounds again. “What did that Frankenstein do to you? I hope he didn’t get you in trouble or anything.” You asked as you laced your hand with Steve while the other went to hold onto his arm, squeezing it slightly as you got closer to the machines and your stomach growing heavy again.

“Oh him, he didn’t do much, just tried scaring me when he though I was some creep chasing you.” He chuckled at the short story, glancing over to you as you took in the carnival for really the first time, looking for something that didn’t freak you out. “How about we start with those spinning pods over there? All they do is spin around and if you want it to, we can make it spin on the inside too.”

Following his finger, you saw what he was referring to as it did spin around, the four small egg things with windows in them were spinning on the main machinery but also appeared to be spinning on their own. As you got closer and apparently joined the line, you could see inside one of them a group of middle school boys cackling as they pulled on the weird center disk that kinda looked like a pizza pan. “Yeah, we can give it a try.” The shakiness in your voice had come back and your grip on Steve tightened.

“Hey, you got this I’ll be right here with ya.” He returned the squeeze to your hand and fishes through his pocket for two tickets to hand over at the entrance. “Up ya go.” He mutters as he helps you up the three stairs leading into the egg ride thing you were entering before he stepped in behind you and took his place next to you. You were already holding a death grip on the center console when the door was shut, and Steve sat next to you. “You know what this is?” He asked gesturing to the disk you were holding onto with the vice grip.

“Something for me to hold onto?” You shocked yourself with how violently your voice was shaking as you heard something start to rumble around you. “Oh, shit its moving.” Steve let a quick chuckle out before he stopped himself and tried explaining the center console would cause the pod thing to spin. “Fuck no! Don’t you dare make this thing spin.” Bloody murder was not even near definitive enough of how much you were screaming.

“Babe, babe calm down, it’s fine! I promise, ha!” In comparison to your screaming, Steve seemed to be having the time of his life as he laughed; at least he wasn’t making the ride spin. “Babe, babe, babe, I’m so sorry I’m laughing, I promise I didn’t mean to, but you were screaming so much! And it was hilarious!” Steve held onto his sides as he nearly fell out of the pod and waited for you to follow his laughing self. When you didn’t step out, he turned back around and saw you still had your hands clenched very tightly to the metal plate, your eyes wide and your lips pursed together. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about the rides, do you wanna go home?”

Hearing him soften up got you to finally look at him and slowly let go of the wheel. “N-n-no. I’m…” You paused to catch your breath and steady your voice. “I’m good, I just don’t know if I can do any more of these kinds of things.” Taking his hand, you pulled yourself up and stepped out from the ride and have yourself a few seconds to remember how to use your legs.

“You okay?” You nodded at him and gave a shaky, but okay smile. “You sure you wanna do another one? Cause we can go-”

“No, no, I can do…” The carnival really did have more rides than just ones that wanted to make you die, but none that really made you want to jump on them. “Can we do the carousel? I know I can do that one at least, my mom took me on them enough as a kid to be desensitized to those ones.” Steve looked over and saw the carousel that was filled predominately by smaller children, but if you wanted to do this and it was because he bought the tickets, he couldn’t make her do something else.

“If that’s what you wanna do, then we can do the carousel all night long, babe.” You nodded at him and followed him as he took your hand and the two began the walk to the carousel.

The carousel ride was much less curse filled, thankfully. You and Steve had found a pair of horses sitting side by side and the two of you quickly claimed them. Like you had said, you did get to enjoy this ride due to having done it before and you were able to just chat between the two of you, talking about how the kids were cute, how excited you were to take the kids to the park and not have to rides. It was a fine ride, definitely better than the last one.

“You ready to go home, babe?” Steve turned to you with a smile on his face. Getting you to ride two of the rides was honestly enough for him, plus, he knew Dustin would ride all of them with him later, with you waiting at the end for him.

You were about to agree and leave this eventful evening behind you, but you saw what Steve was standing near and bit your lip. Should you do it? Could you do it? “Actually, I wanna do one more.” He gave a quick quirk of his head before he followed your eyeline and turned around.

“What? Babe, we don’t have to do that, you have been through enough today and you were great, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“But...you have been wanting to do it, you told me about it one time.” You responded a little shyly as you confessed that you were doing it back of what he told you that one time. “I just...I really want you to be able to do it.”

“You...you remembered?” Steve was kind of shocked that you remembered him mentioning it, he had told that to girls in the past, but none of them really went out of their way to think about it, hell, even to remember it. “Are you su-”

“Steve, yes, I wanna do it with you.” The grin on his face was immaculate and contagious as one grew on your face as he quickly took this well and pulled you towards the line to the Ferris Wheel and dug around in his pockets for another round of tickets.

As it went around, you felt your stomach grow heavy again when you finally saw how high it got and had to calm yourself down without causing another scene. “Come on, babe, looks like ours is up.” He gently tugged on your hand and pulled you into the seat next to him before the handlebar was lowered and locked in front of you. “And here we go!”

The squeak that left your mouth was nothing but surprise and terror as you clung onto the bar for your life, your knuckles turning white with the sheer force you were holding on. “It’s really stupid you know that the only thing holding us back from falling to our death is this small bar and it’s really stupid because was if I was reall-holy shit this is really tall!” You finally removed your hands from the bar and moved to press yourself in Steve.

You could feel him trying to stop himself from giggling as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. “You can laugh you know; I really don’t care. I’m the coward of an almost twenty-year-old who’s scared of a carnival.” A chuckle did come through as the ride kept rotating and you slowly moved closer to the bottom.

“I’m not laughing at you, babe, but the noises you are making are fricking hilarious.” His voice still held the chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and you responded with another squeak of shock as you started rising again.

Making it to the top again, you were waiting for it to hit its peak and for the relief of lowering the cart to begin, but instead there was a shudder before the ride stopped. “What’s going on, what’s going on, why are we stopped? Oh god we are about to die, fuck, shit, I don’t wanna die.”

“Babe, calm down, someone below us is getting off so they had to stop the ride for a bit. Remember when we had to get on? Same thing probably happened to someone else.” You nodded your head and just stared ahead to the tops of the trees you never thought you would have seen.

“It’s...it’s not too bad up here.” You finally mutter after a few beats of silence and getting your bearings. “I wouldn’t want to stay up here, but it does look nice.” Steve hummed in agreement and pulled you a little closer. “Hey Stevie?”

“Hmm?” He responded looking down at you.

“Thanks, tonight was fun.”

His face broke out into a grin again at your thanks. “Of course, thanks for giving a few of these rides a chance.” Smiling up at him, you sat a little straighter and caught his lips with your own, the two of you humming to the other that you were happy with your evening.

Though it was not as long as Steve would have wanted to stay in that moment with you (the ride started again and you broke away with another shriek), but he wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything else in his life.

#steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve #stranger things season 2 #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 3 #stranger things #joe keery

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ramble-writes · 3 years ago

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Hola <3 I love your work!! I would love to see your take on Danny Johnson (ghostface) with a Gn or male S/O who is also a slasher! I hope you have a good day! <333

What's funny is that you caught me at a good time of a dream I had I was a killer. Couldn't speak for shit but I had a scythe :v And you kinda strike me as a duel wilder so das what u gonna get gods i need to write more Anyway enjoy this tiktok too lol. Also from now on any sort of Entity mentioned is Sock nao LMAO unless otherwise. And Imma go for a male reader here.

A Killer for a Killer

TW: blood, mention of attempt of r*pe, minor gore

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

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It was a gift you were given from the Entity. A gift of a single mori. That sausage bodied lizard had dragged you a charm of a green head for whenever you feel the need to use it... Which you did upon the next trial you went into.

It was in Coldwind Farm: Torment Creek. The artificial sunset lighting honestly felt warm on your face before you tugged up your scarf to focus on the task at hand. Moving forward, you progressed into the cornfield where you hoped to catch sight of a survivor so you know who you’re going up against. The sound of a gen being worked on caught your attention that you got low into a crouch, then lept up and crashed down onto not one, but three survivors. Bill, Felix, and your least favorite: David.

You hit someone, hearing one of them cry out and feeling the warmth of blood on your hands. Looking up you spotted Bill hobbling away in a hurry with his hand holding his now injured arm where you see the damage you caused. A gash from his bicep that spans to the back of his shoulder.

You didn’t give chase, instead you went and chased after Felix. The more injured, the more harder it is for them to heal each other to survive. Catching up with the German man, you brought your blades down to create an X gash on his back, smiling at the way he cries out . He stumbled over his own feet from how blinding the pain was and landed on his back that he yelped. With a grunt, you flip him over to grab him and slung him over your shoulder to make your way to the nearest hook.

A gen went off which drew your attention and you made your way over. You saw a flash of blond and heard the familiar sound of legs flopping around in boots. Looking over, Kate was running off with a toolbox in hand. You went to go chase after her, that was till a bright blinding light went off that you couldn’t see. You took the time to furiously rub your eyes before looking around to see David. Great. You remember vividly that the last time you had an interaction with him that he socked you in the face hard. And some... “attempts” were made had you not grabbed his throat and ripped it out with your bare hands.

A growl rose in your throat that you lost track of the others. Th others noticed and did their best to hurry along to not witness the oncoming slaughter. Dwight can vouch for it when he saw how you had ripped into the brute and shoved his heart into his mouth. He only had gotten as far as removing your pants and grabbing at your dick, but you had reacted fast upon realization and a knife to the shoulder had got him to get off. End result was blood that coated your arms up to your elbows.

You couldn’t kill him yet, so you were stuck with hooking him for now. Felix, the ever observant, slowly made his way over while taking glances at David and carefully got your attention. The way your head snapped to glare at him made him jump a bit before clearing his throat.

“Would... Would you like for me to unhook him?”

You realized what he was going to do and the tension in your shoulders relaxed a bit before nodding. The German went over and unhooked the Brit who had started to struggle when he noticed the sudden alliance. Blondy made a run for it from the other’s wrath, but he didn’t get far as you brought one of your knives down hard on his back which knocked him flat on his face. His scream broke out when that dirty, bloody hook slipped back through the hole in his shoulder, but it tore open more that he tearing of muscle was audible.

Once again, Felix approached and looked to you as David started to struggle from having to keep those horrid claws of the Entity. It’s strange how such a small lizard is also an old eldritch being that feeds of the suffering of others, when the reptile likes any kind of bugs or veggies in his little gullet. But you didn’t question it. Sock is fun to keep on your shoulders and watch struggle having to get over small ledges.

David was off the hook again, but he wasn’t safe from you. Felix made a run for it the moment you advanced forward. Mind you, he went off on the brute when Dwight told the others what happened. His words were met with retaliation and slurs like calling him a “Nazi” due to Felix’s German roots.

Along with Felix, Bill and Kate had escaped thanks to the luck of a key being found. That left you with David, which you took your sweet, sweet, sweet time to make an example of him. You may have gotten some “inspiration” from a certain killer with how you made his still living body a display. Gut torn open, intestines pulled out and formed to make the Star of David to mock his name despite it being a common name. As a last show, you had cut off his dick (which you cringed after realization) and stuck it in his mouth as the very life faded from his eyes.

Trial over, back wandering a sort of forest that serves as an in-between for those without realms, you felt satisfied. You felt eyes on you, watching your movements even though that’s common in this hell. A shift of wind, a soft whisper of words that sounded amused graced your ears.

“That was quite the show that was put on, my dear~” The voice purred. Strong, yet gentle arms wrapped around your waist to pull your form close to a more sturdy one.

“My pretty boy all gory and satisfied I bet~”

This made you chuckle as you turned your head to see the familiar mask of the Ghostface pushed off to the side to show one half of his face.

“And I’d do it a thousand times over. Didn’t know you were watching, Danny.”

The taller man let out a low breathy laugh before tilting your head up more with rough leather gloves holding your jaw to then grace your smiling lips with his. The kiss was deepened when you managed to loop an arm around his neck, a hum rumbling in his chest that you snickered a bit and broke from the kiss.

“I may have drawn some inspiration from you on leaving a lasting impression on people~

“I’m touched~ And honestly, I think a sort of prize is deserved.”

You arched a brow, only to let out a yelp when Danny picked you up and peppered your face and jaw in kisses and nips to your neck. You didn’t need to question what the prize was. With Danny, it’s obvious since the sight of blood and dead gazes get a rise out of him and drive him mad like a male rabbit in a rut. But hey, you never minded a single bit.

#nsft #blood #gore #tw: r*pe #my writings #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #x reader #male reader #david king #felix richter #bill overbeck #kate denson #askz #anon #sock the skink #HAHA TIS DONE #hoooooo shit i did it

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cdroloisms · 4 years ago

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starting us off strong with some good ol’ mutually assured destruction duo - this is really short, but i wrote it right after the tommy lore stream before going back to studying lmao. hope yall enjoy :D

tw: mental illness, unhealthy relationships, implied torture, violence, blood, injuries, pandora’s vault/prison arc, darker portrayals of both c!dream and c!wilbur, mentioned death

“You look like shit.”

Dream laughed, hoarse, his hair flopping over his face as he rolled over. He was lying in a pool of his own blood - gross - and Wilbur pulled out a regen and pressed it against the other’s hand.

“We really don’t have much time - hurry it up, will you?” He walked to the other side of the cell, toeing Quackity’s limp body with his boot and wrinkling his nose. “You don’t think he’ll die or anything, right?”

Dream hummed around the rim of the bottle, sounding contemplative, before speaking. “Nah - you didn’t hit him nearly hard enough for that. He’ll just have a hell of a headache when he wakes up.”

“Nice.” He fiddled with the axe in his hand, feeling its weight - it was heavier than any weapon he was used to, but clearly well-crafted, covered back and front with carefully carved runes. The blade was one-sided, the other being a blunt, heavy end, still covered in flecks of blood. “This is quite the weapon, huh?”

“Quite,” Dream laughed shortly, “You can keep it. I know that thing far too well, now. 0/10, definitely don’t recommend.”

Wilbur turned around; Dream was sitting up in the middle of the cell, now, instead of slumped against the floor. The various open gashes on his arms and legs, bleeding sluggishly when he’d first arrived, seemed to have closed up - benefits of a regen, he supposed. He tossed over a golden apple, amusement curling in his chest when Dream flinched away from it, completely failing to catch it when it smacked into his chest.

“Fail.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dream muttered, biting into the golden skin. “Laugh it up.”

“They really did a number on you, didn’t they?” Dream shifted to maneuver his legs beneath him, hissing in pain all the while, putting his weight on one leg and immediately collapsing from the strain. “I have to say I’m almost impressed. I didn’t know they had it in them.”

“Neither did I,” Dream cursed as he fell again, glaring through his tangled hair. “But you know, the Warden was mad about the whole thing that happened with you, Quackity too. Went too far - idiots. He could’ve been working on the security flaw in his stupid prison but nooo, apparently torture is more important - what a prick.”

“I mean,” Wilbur reached a hand out, nearly pulling away at the feeling of Dream’s skin against his - not used to that, right - “It was good for us. Let me get in without too much trouble.”

“At least there’s that,” Dream conceded, hauling himself up, limbs shaking from the exertion. He moved to the wall, breathing heavily, knees buckling slightly. “Prime I’m out of shape - give me a sec-”

“Guess I’m doing most of the heavy lifting for this prison escape, then?”

Dream shook his head, barely able to speak through his gasps for air. “Yeah, guess so.”

“This better be a one time thing, you know.” He shuffled through his inventory, sorting through pots and dividing his supplies in half. “I’m covering your ass this time, but if this arrangement is to work in the future-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Dream waved with one hand as he accepted Wilbur’s supplies with the other, “Just give me a few days and we’ll be golden - nice work, by the way. How’d you get all of these pots so fast?”

Wilbur shrugged. “Phil hasn’t changed his chest organization in centuries. You pick things up.”

“Gotcha. You have pearls?”

“A stack for each of us, so use them wisely. Or don’t! It’s up to you.”

“I will, don’t worry.” He rolled his shoulders back, wincing, standing up so that he was no longer leaning against the wall. “They just had to mess up my legs the day before we got this done - the universe hates me, as usual.”

Wilbur snorted. “You and me both, my friend.” He slung a hand around the other’s shoulder mostly to see how he’d react, smiling thinly as he flinched back and then shot over an icy glare, “You ready to get out of this hell?”

“Believe me,” Dream pulled out a splash fire-resistance, the lava reflected in his eyes and becoming twin flames he knew all too well. There you are, Dream, he thought, a laugh bubbling up his throat. “I couldn’t be more ready.”

“Welcome back, Dream-” Wilbur smiled, throwing down an invisibility potion at the same time the fire resistance shattered against the obsidian floor. “-and you know, as they say.”

“Let’s be the bad guys.”

#tw mental illness #tw death #tw torture #tw blood #tw violence #tw injuries #tw unhealthy relationship #tw toxic relationship #mutually assured destruction au #pandora's vault #prison arc #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 4 years ago

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Me and You

(Luke Patterson x Reader) (Julie and the Phantoms)

Word Count: 1.6K

~Master~

A/N: Alrighty! So this is my first time writing for JATP! I tried y’all, I did, let me know what you think and if I should write more at some point cause I’m curious now lmao.

This was mainly written for me, I’ll be honest.

@hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis YOUR MOVE...

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The constant strumming of Luke’s guitar as he practiced kept pulling your attention away from the book in front of you, one you snagged from Julie’s bookshelf. You were almost done with it, but you preferred to read in silence, something you couldn’t do with Mr. Rockstar over there.

“Must you practice when I’m trying to read?” You groaned, tossing your head back on the couch you were laying across as you stared up at the ceiling.

Luke just laughed, strumming a chord on his guitar that he’d been trying out for ages now. “Must you read when I’m trying to practice?” You shot him a look but Luke only smirked at you, making you only slightly annoyed.

“You always do this.” You said, rolling off the couch and coming to lean over the piano. “Ever since we were young, it was always you playing when I read.” Luke could tell you weren’t mad at him or upset from the small smile on your face as you picked up the paper in front of him. “New song?”

Luke nodded, leaning on his elbow on the piano as he looked at you. Your eyes were reading the paper, slowly mouthing the words as your lips slowly curled up in a smile. Luke licked his lips, never looking away from you as he cleared his throat. “Wanna give it a go?”

You had to keep from laughing at Luke’s offer. “Thanks, but I’m good. I think I’ll leave the singing to Julie and you.” you started to walk away but Luke grabbed your hand before you could, giving you a dimply smile that you knew you couldn’t say no to.

“Come on, Y/N. I haven’t heard you play and sing in a while.” He pushed the sheet music towards you. “Just give it a go.” You took a deep breath, staring at him as he squeezed your hand. You hated playing in front of people, and Luke knew that, but he also knew you were comfortable with him. If you were going to sing in front of anyone, it would be him.

You sighed, nodding your head and smiling. Luke playfully cheered as you laughed. You grabbed the paper, sitting down in front of the piano as Luke sat next to you, holding his guitar so it wouldn’t hit you. “You sure about this?” you asked, seeing Luke roll his eyes. He took your hands and put them on the piano.

“Play.” He said, nudging you gently. Before you could doubt yourself, you started playing the first few notes of Stand Tall. Luke watched you play, a smile budding at his face as he listened. It had been so long since he heard you play, even longer since he heard you sing. He missed it.

Luke waited, hearing you play the intro again and again, but you never sang. Instead, you stopped playing, letting out a small sigh as your hands fell to your side. “I can’t.”

“It’s just us.” He whispered, grabbing your hand again. He brought your hands to the piano, placing his on top. Goosebumps tickled your skin as you turned your head, finding Luke closer than he was before. His eyes met yours as he pressed your fingers down, hearing the notes play as you both stayed looking at each other. When you didn’t start singing, Luke played the intro again, and again as he smiled at you. “It’s just me and you, you can do it.”

You nodded, finally looking away as you felt Luke’s hand remove themselves, but he didn’t scoot back. You took a deep breath. “Don’t blink, No I don’t want to miss it” you sang out beautifully as Luke’s heart soared, hearing your slight wobble before you found your confidence and your smile slowly grew on your face. “One thing and it’s back to the beginning, ‘cause everything is rushing in fast, keep going on, never look back,” Luke joined you in the next verse, helping you with the song as he played his guitar. Neither one of your smiles faded until the last notes rang out in the air, ending the song and leaving you both in a perfect silence.

Luke pushed himself off the piano bench you were sharing, spinning around before reaching forwards and grabbing your hands, pulling you up as well. “That was amazing. Y/N!” He cried out, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you in the air. You laughed at his actions and threw your arms around his neck, one of your hands finding his hair when you buried your head into his shoulder. When Luke finally put you down, your bodies were pressed together and Luke’s hold on you didn’t loosen.

You were well aware of Luke’s hands holding you close and your own that threaded so neatly in his hair. His eyes met yours and your breath hitched. “Thank you.” you whispered, seeing Luke’s eyes flicker down briefly before locking on yours again.

“I knew you could do it.” He brought a hand up to cup your cheek. You knew that look in his eye. He leaned in, pulling your face closer as you let your eyes close and your lips hit. It took years and even dying for you to manage to kiss Luke, but it was worth it. He kissed you deeply, pouring every feeling he had into it as you did the same. When you pulled away, Luke’s hand stayed on your cheek, both of you never leaving each other’s embrace.

You furrowed your brows, biting your lip as Luke asked what was wrong. “You like me?” you asked.

Luke was confused. “Why is that a question?” He laughed and his smile never left his face.

You, however, had no clue what to say. “I just- I can’t believe-“ You stuttered, pulling your gaze away from him. “I never wanted to admit my feelings for you and you not return them.” You admitted. Luke moved your head so you were looking at him again. “I couldn’t handle that.”

“You didn’t think I like you?”

“Do you?” you laughed out, trying to hold in your insecurities.

Luke quickly caught on to how you were thinking, believing there was no way that he truly liked you. “Y/N, I’ve been in love you since we were 14 and you spilled your lunch all over me at my house.”

Your eyes went wide, heat moving up your cheeks as you closed your eyes tight, taking a moment before opening them again. “That’s when you realized you were in love with me?!” you cried out as Luke and you burst into laughs, yours out of embarrassment and his out of amusement.

You tried to hide your face, but Luke wouldn’t let you, moving your hands away from your face so he could see you again. “No, I wasn’t smart enough for that.” He said and you snorted, fully believing him. “I figured that out later, but it was when I started thinking of you as maybe more than a friend.”

You nodded your head, tangling your hands with his. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been in love with you about that time too.” You admitted as Luke let out a sigh of relief, leaning forward to meet your lips again, but before he could, you were interrupted.

“Woah.” Reggie said Alex and him popped into the room, standing on the other side of the piano as Luke and you subconsciously took a step apart.

“Oh, don’t stop on our account.” Alex said jokingly as he leaned forwards on the piano, making you both share embarrassed looks.

“We weren’t-“

“Yeah, we were just-“

Luke and you said at the same time, but neither of you had a real excuse. Instead, you just looked at him and shrugged.

“We’re dating.”

Alex and Reggie laughed at Luke and your perfectly timed proclamation. “Yeah, it’s about time.” Alex joked again as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, it only took what, 4, 5 years?” Reggie asked rhetorically as Luke forced a smile, tossing the pillows that were on the couch at them both as you laughed. They both caught the pillows, but only after it smacked them in the faces.

“Alright, alright!” Alex said loudly over everyone’s laughter. You quieted down, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Seriously guys, we’re happy for you both.”

“Yeah,” Reggie continued, nodding. “You guys are good for each other.” He admitted and you felt Luke’s arm swing over your shoulder and bring you into his side and kissing your temple. You giggled, wrapping your arms around Luke just in time for Julie to walk in and see.

“No way!” She shouted, glancing between you and Luke. You smiled at her, knowing she knew all about your crush on Luke for a while now. “You’re dating!” Her reaction made you laugh and you wish you were able to hug her, but since you were a ghost, it wasn’t possible. Instead, you settled for watching her being excited and feeling Luke’s chest rumble as you hugged him.

“I think Julie wins best reaction.” You whispered to Luke as he nodded, leaning down to peck your lips as Julie squealed louder.

“Okay!” You called over her, a small chuckle in your words as she quieted down but still remained giddy. “You guys have to practice!” you reminded them, seeing nods around the room as you moved away from Luke, holding his hand until you couldn’t reach him anymore and fell onto the couch.

Everyone moved to their instruments, but Luke, who still had his guitar on him from playing earlier, just watched you, seeing you and Julie exchange silent cheers before the singer was finally ready to practice. You picked up your book, beginning to read again as the band practiced. You kept sneaking glances up at Luke, who was definitely still looking at you. The music did make it difficult to focus on reading, but with your boyfriend preforming right in front of you, who would want to concentrate on reading anyway?

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xseaxwitchxkpop · 4 years ago

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Have Your Cake and Eat It, Too

Yeah, I had no other idea for a title, lmao. Anyway this is part one of a two or three part series. I wanted to break it up because some people want a lead up to smut and some people do not. So this is like a lead up and part two will be the actual smut and a lot longer than this one. Alrighty, enough of my rambling.

Part Two // Part Three

Disclaimer: Everything is consensual, contains mommy kink, fem!reader, dom!reader, dom!Yunho, sub!San, tall!reader, clear communication is always key

Requested: NO

Group: ATEEZ -- San, Yunho

Word Count: 1,637

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You were laying in the bed, San cuddled up under your chin and head nestled in your breasts while you pet his head and played with the hair on the back of his neck. He let out a sigh of content as you two basked in the comfortable silence after a relatively light sex session of stress relieve. You and San were friends with benefits, this arrangement starting about four months ago when he expressed interest in wanting to be dominated by a woman and trusting you to put it into action. “Sweetheart?” you whisper quietly, continuing to pet his head. He met you with a hum and burrowed himself further into your breasts, tightening his grip around your midsection, finding comfort in the protruding tummy you hated, which always broke his heart. “Do you have any wishes for your birthday? It’s a month away and while I like to think I know you well, I want to know what you want,” you asked him, anticipating his typical answer that consisted of nonchalance.There was a beat of silence before he mumbled out, “Whatever you think is best, mommy.”

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A couple of days later, you contacted Yunho, knowing that San was close with him and Yunho being one of like four of the members you have an actual friendship with; he also knows about your arrangement with San because San has a tendency to overshare when he’s delusionally tired.

“Hey, Yunho, it’s Y/N. I need to know if San said anything to you about what he would want for his birthday...he hasn’t been direct with me. Call me when you have the time and are not within earshot of San.” You hung up after, hoping that when Yunho called you after the group’s practice session that he would have a definitive answer for you because you wanted to spoil San but weren’t sure how to go about doing that.

You returned to eating your sandwich, trying to eat relatively fast but not choke as you only had 15 minutes left of lunch and with it getting close to rush hour, you might not even have five minutes left.

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A random TV show was playing on your TV and you were scrolling through social media on your cell when Yunho finally called you back around 7pm, and the conversation did not go to a place you anticipated at all.You pressed the green phone and put him on speaker as you turned off the TV.

“Yah, Yunho. You have an answer for me?”The man on the other side of the phone call hesitated a moment before letting out a nervous chuckle. “I don’t want to suggest anything bad, or at least, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and overstep any boundaries between you and me. But uh….hmm….there is something he mentioned to me quite a while ago.”

You cocked your eyebrow, nervous and yet incredibly curious to where exactly Yunho was going with his answer. “Go on,” you responded. You could already imagine the blush dusting his cheeks and his hand hiding his mouth, the usual for when he gets nervous about anything.

“Well, ah, Sannie and I...hmm…” He stopped, debating if he should go on or if he should stop, especially because he had no idea how you would react and didn’t want to ruin the good thing he had with you. He wasn’t romantically interested in you, but he definitely was interested sexually; the problem was that both you and him are dominants and that would not play out very well in the bedroom with just the two of you...unless…

Fuck it. “Sannie has told me a couple of times that he wanted to try a threesome sometime...with two dominants. And, hmm, him and I have fooled around a few times and considering that...I wanna propose that maybe we can give him that?” Yunho ended on an unsure note, hoping that you would not react with outrage or get mad at him or anything else.

Your side of the line stayed silent, processing what Yunho just told you. San wanted a threesome...you were a dominant and Yunho was an incredibly attractive man who also happened to be dominant, a problem you realized when you found out he was such because you wanted to fuck him, too. This really did offer the perfect solution for the both of you.

“Alright, if you’re proposing that you and I fuck San’s brains out in the way he wants, we can also have fun with each other. I’m down,” you managed to tell him nonchalantly. Yunho breathed a sigh of relief.

“However,” you continued, in which he tensed up again, “I’m the one in charge, not you.” Yes, this was a jealous and competitive streak coming out, but you didn’t care. You also saw this as an opportunity to be a hard dom, something you don’t do often and part of the reason San went to you when he discovered his femdomme kink.

Yunho was intrigued by this part of the response and found it amusing. “How about I come over with food and we talk about it further before talking about it with San?” he asked, not being able to wait to make plans and discuss things because his puppy-like excitement wouldn’t let him. You laughed, adoring his impatience and agreed to him coming over with food.

That night was an extensive discussion of how to talk about it to San and what kinks you two are open to what were hard nos.

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About a week before his birthday is when you and Yunho agreed to talk to San about the whole ordeal. About two weeks went by and in those two weeks, both of you were giddy with anticipation, nervous with uncertainty, and both doing loads of research about threesomes since it would be everyone’s first time in an orgy.

The day came and the plan was that Yunho was to bring San to your apartment and talk about it simply. However, you felt the need to include food as a comfort for both you and San as a way to ease any nerves that may arise.

The boys came by later in the early evening after practice and after you got off of work. Each of you settled around your coffee table, dishes and soju sitting on the table, waiting to be touched.

San looked at you and said, “Yunho said you wanted to talk to me about something and he wouldn’t tell me what; is everything okay?”

He looked at you with genuine concern and that hurt you a little but also annoyed you because Yunho was being his usual mischievous self. You looked at the male in question who smirked at you through his mouthful of black bean noodles, intentionally making you the one to start the conversation.

You turned your attention back to the shorted male, eyes still fixated on you in concern. “No, Sannie, nothing is wrong,” you reply, giving him a minute to relax before continuing. “Yunho and I talked about what I should get you for your birthday and we agreed to actually team up for your present from us.”

“Y/N, if it’s expensive Yunho should pay for it...he has enough money to,” San said jokingly, a slight chuckle leaving his lips as he proceeded to stuff his mouth with the meat you bought just for him.

A sigh left your lips before you forced yourself to answer, considering that Yunho was still doing everything in his power to not talk. You knew a part of this was because you demanded to be the one “in charge” and you hated how sneaky he could be.

So you decided to just bite the bullet. “No, San, I mean that Yunho and I want to have a threesome with you, if you’ll let us.”

The male stopped chewing for a moment, a little surprised by what you just said. He eyed you up and down, then turned his attention to Yunho and eyed him up and down, then turned back to you and hummed.

He finished chewing the food in his mouth, then swallowed, considering something for a moment. The room felt tense, but not in a bad way, holding its breath for San’s answer and contributing to your growing anxiety. The smaller male’s face split into a big smile, looking excitedly between you and Yunho. “You really want to?” he asked, hiding nothing about how he felt being asked this.

However, that was not the reaction you and Yunho were anticipating, but it was the best that could happen.

Now it was Yunho’s turn to answer. “Yes, Sannie. We didn’t really know how else to ask and I know you mentioned it a couple times and I figured since you trust us, it seemed an obvious perfect gift and a perfect time to do it.” Yunho sheepishly scratched behind his head, looking at San with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness.

You were taken aback in a good way, and now that you had nothing to worry about in terms of acceptance or denial, you wanted to get to setting boundaries and laying out the kinks with San involved. Low and behold, you whipped out a small notebook and pen you had hidden behind a throw pillow just in case it did go well.

Yunho looked at you and cocked an eyebrow, an amused smile dancing on his lips. “I guess we talk about what that night should entail, then.” The three of you let out soft giggles and continued to eat and drink into the night, the boys leaving after the discussion and helping clean, and you, going to bed but getting hardly any sleep out of excitement.

#ateez #lemon hours #fem!reader #plussize!reader #tall!reader #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!ateez #sub!san #dom!yunho

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atopearth · 3 years ago

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Brothers Conflict (Passion Pink) Part 7 - Asahina Fuuto Route

Honestly, Fuuto has the worst first impression, but I love his soundtrack theme, so I hope I start to eventually like him lol. I mean, I don't blame him for getting annoyed at Ema for causing him to wake up, but yeah his words are way too harsh lol. Lmao at him threatening Ema to make him a hot milk tea by saying he'll dob on her to Ukyo if she doesn't. It's actually really cute how annoyed Ema is with him considering how patient she usually is so I'm liking this haha. I guess the unrealistic thing would be Ema asking Fuuto out on the weekend after that first meeting tbh lol. At least he had a nice attitude when Ema gave him a birthday present and was the first to say happy birthday to him haha. Omgg all this time for the family trip, I didn't even realise Iori stayed in the cottage to study for his exams!! And Ukyo reading is very him lol. Fuuto reading his drama script and then calling Ema a clueless idiot wearing a bikini around guys was like geez!! Glad both Ukyo and Iori reprimanded him. But wow, when he said they should be grateful/appreciative of him coming here when he's so busy and needs to go film a drama tomorrow made me want to punch him. Like I understand that yeah, it's nice that he came even when he's got to be stressed preparing for it, but taking it out on others and expecting them to always be considerate and accommodating of him when he isn't the same towards others makes me so mad. Is it puberty? Is it because he’s just a pain in the ass? Will I survive this Fuuto before he "gets better"? Lol.

HAHAHA when Ukyo outed him for trying to be cool by saying he wanted iced black coffee like Iori when he usually puts a lot of syrup in it😂😂 I guess despite his harsh words, he is relatively interested in Ema and just doesn't know how to show it without saying something aggravating like a child lol. Lmao when Ema said it's okay to Fuuto and said that she'll take her drink with syrup as well to make him feel better😂😂 Dangg, I'll admit that Fuuto does look good in a yukata though. It's actually kinda hilarious how Fuuto bothered to call Ema when she didn't reply fast enough to his message about knowing she went to see him film his drama hahahaha. It's kinda cute how he lectured her but you could tell he was happy that she was interested and thought he looked cool haha. I guess it's kinda cute how much he teases Ema on the dates lol. Fuuto holding Ema's hand at the aquarium is like wow, I guess he does have a good head on his shoulders and is aware of his surroundings but still hahaha, what if a crazy fangirl found him😂 Considering how important it is to take care of his face, Fuuto going with Ema to the zoo on a sunny day is actually really nice lol, at least they can go see the nocturnal animals haha. Honestly not a fan of Fuuto, but I do think it's pretty funny when he does stuff like tease her about giving her his body as thanks for being considerate to him and leaving the amusement park when some fans notice him. He really can't be honest at all haha.

It was kinda expected that Fuuto would want to become an actor considering how seriously he takes it, so hopefully it works out for him. He really puts in a lot of effort in his work and probably lets out all his stress and becomes spoiled at home lol. I honestly have to bow down to Ema for how patient and nice she is towards Fuuto especially when he demands food from her after work lol. But I guess seeing him open up to Ema about his career goals is sweet. I think it was nice to see him really appreciate Ema for understanding how serious he is about becoming an actor, and even thank her!! Super cute how they watched a movie in his room together btw. Lmao at Fuuto asking Ema to go with his wishes every now and then (since he said he wanted to be alone with Ema longer and just ignore Yusuke ringing his doorbell) and Ema is like, this happens all the time, everything you say is an "order"😂😂😂 That's exactly what I was thinking lmao. But I do appreciate that this time his selfish whim is a nice one where he just wants to spend more time with her haha.

LMAO when Ema said her body felt heavy (probably sick), and Fuuto was like, you mean you got fat?😂😂😂 At least he was nice and said don't worry about the chores and just rest after telling her it was just a joke. Awww Rui is cool, I like how he took a photo of Ema's outfit and sent it to Fuuto, I understand Ema, it's hard to say no to Rui’s face when he's like that hahaha. On the other hand, loll at Fuuto immediately replying and then calling Ema saying he wants her to wear the costume personally for him in his room later lolll. Lmaooo when Ema started thinking if it was okay for her to take the costume home, she really does want to wear it for him😂 It was actually kind of cute when Fuuto said to go to a cafe and eat a parfait after realising Ema was tired from shopping around, he's so tsundere though lolll, full tries to deny it when Ema says thank you hahaha. Okay, wow, Ema prepared breakfast for Fuuto in his room?? It has a kitchen??? Are all their rooms that huge??? Well, they are rich I guess lol. It's so like Fuuto to cheer Ema up by saying he likes her stupid face when she doesn't think about anything and is just smiling more than her crying face hahaha. It was kinda obvious but Fuuto saying that he doesn't need family and can live with just himself but understands that not everyone is like that was kinda..sad? Like I guess I get it because for him, his main focus is on his career and he doesn't feel like he wants to "waste" his time on family stuff, but still, I guess he's young though, and him spending time looking for Ema and cheering her up should kinda help him realise that having someone there for you can be very comforting. I liked it when Fuuto told Ema that there was no need for her to apologise (after she realised he pushed back his work to look for her) because he decided to do that, he was the one who made the decision to look for her instead, and I think that's a good attitude! He even apologised for not being able to stay with her, has he matured🥺 It was so cute how he told her to be a good girl and wait for him to come back haha.

Okay, I didn't expect Fuuto to be so honest and tell her how cute she is and stuff when she was comparing herself to the actress in the drama he was in. I guess him telling her to close her eyes and then whispering it in her ear and stuff made it all the more sexier🥲 I'm so confused, on one hand, I'm like, he's 15 lol, totally not my type, but I do think he is kinda cute with Ema in their own way loll. Awww it was so cute how Fuuto invited Ema to his Christmas Eve concert and even gave her first row tickets. I kinda liked how he wrote a song kinda appreciating her and how much she has to deal with how "troublesome" he can be, and then he even showed her his stage outfit afterwards hahah. He is pretty cool though lol. Aww it's so sad how things aren't working well for Fuuto. He's probably too nervous about getting his first lead role in a drama and worried that if he doesn't get a good box office record, he won't be able to transfer into becoming an actor. I'm glad Ema told him that everyone has pressure when it comes to their jobs and that even though the things they face are different, no one has run away like he is trying to. It's nice to see Fuuto understand that he took his idol career "lightly", so now that it's come to his dream, he got stressed and scared, but by solidifying his determination with her words, he's starting to realise that he really doesn't want to give up so easily. It's also cool to see that now Fuuto wants to face all his work seriously, whether it be idol work or acting work.

I'll forgive Fuuto for waking Ema up at night lol, seeing cherry blossoms at night is so romantic!! Honestly, a lot of the chats can get pretty repetitive with how Fuuto jokes about sexual stuff making Ema get embarrassed and then he laughs at her for taking it seriously all the time lol. Anyway, it's cute how Fuuto chose to go to Ema's high school so he could be next to her. Seeing them get to go home together is so nice~ I think that's totally worth going to high school for haha, since he didn't really want to go and wanted to focus on acting, but his company told him that he should at least finish high school. Fuuto buying one ice cream cone so he can share it with Ema is so him lol. I like how Fuuto has been practically telling her he likes her by saying he doesn't do stuff like this with others and that he doesn't think of her as his sister, because it is about time for Ema to be more open with her feelings too considering how honest he is. It's too bad that Fuuto didn't do good enough to transfer to an acting career, but he's still young so he's still got many chances, and he can improve even more, and I think Ema really cheered him up well, especially since he's going to be even more serious now, so his effort will (hopefully) be recognised. Not like he can be an idol forever anyway~ I think it's sweet that Fuuto recognises how risky it is to be so close to Ema and want to touch her etc, especially since he's doing this at school too loll, but he doesn't feel like himself without her and her encouragement, and I think that's pretty sweet haha. We got the kiss at the ending, yay!

Overall, I wanted to like Fuuto but I think the events such as birthdays and New Years really made it feel like two steps forward and then two steps backward when it came to Ema's relationship with him. One moment, I really like how he reveals more of his inner self to Ema and even shows how much he appreciates her, but then another moment he goes back to the annoying brat that berates all his brothers and treats Ema like a cooking maid and it frustrates me to no end when I see it lol. So honestly, even though he's mostly all right as the story progresses, and I really like how passionate he is about his career and how hard he's working in his own way, and how kindly Ema supports him, his attitude still kills me lol. I still found it cute how he would open up and show his appreciation to her such as through the concert and later on with his words, as well as doing stuff like showing her cherry blossoms, but yeah I’m kinda sad that there weren’t any events to show him learning to appreciate his brothers more, especially Ukyo. Oh well. He’s still a pain in the ass every now and then, but he’s kinda cute too, so it was all right route I guess haha, definitely not one of my favourites though lol.

#brothers conflict

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gummygowon · 4 years ago

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dreamers | jung wooyoung

word count: 4.8k

genre: angst, fluff

best friends to lovers!

warnings: sad lmao

third person pov

it was a quiet friday night which was weird for a group of highschoolers. nothing was really going on, in terms of parties and high school games which was rare but it finally felt nice to not feel hungover for a whole weekend.

y/n and wooyoung were chilling on her bed after their friends had left her house. wooyoung lived a couple doors down from y/n's house and didn't feel like leaving just yet.

ever since y/n moved into the neighborhood in third grade, the two had become inseparable. the duo would tell each other everything from stupid crushes to ranting about how their favorite arcade game was rigged. and tonight was another one of those nights were the two could talk until the sun rose.

tonight's topic was about their futures and what they wanted to do since they were now seniors and adulthood was coming closer everyday.

"woo?" y/n asked, fiddling with one of her plushies.

"yes, y/n." wooyoung perked up his head from his phone.

"what are your plans after college?"

wooyoung paused for a moment, forming his answer carefully. "i don't think i'm going to college after high school."

"huh? what are you going to do then?" y/n asked, surprised her best friend wasn't going to some sort of culinary school since he would not stop cooking.

"i know it's kind of dumb but i wanna be an idol." wooyung confessed sheepishly.

"it's not dumb, woo." you argued back. "i mean you are one of hell of a dancer and you can sing. just send it."

his cheeks flushed a little bit at her comments. "are you sure? what if-"

"jung wooyoung. look at me." y/n said as she grabbed his wrists.

the boy looked up at her with doubt and worry washed over his face.

"you got amazing vocals that i'm pretty sure angels are jealous of you and you can literally beat anyone in a dance battle. including me, which is saying a lot." y/n joked as she flipped her hair.

it was true though. y/n was a killer dance and when her and wooyoung danced together, circles would form around them at parties.

"if you want to become an idol. become an idol. i want to brag to everyone that i'm bestfriends with the jung wooyoung."

wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and pulled his hands to hips. "wow, you really just want me for the clout huh?"

"no!" y/n answered and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "but seriously, i'll support you no matter what. hell i'll watch one of your practices if they even allow that."

"i don't think they would allow that y/n."

"whatever, just send me videos of you dancing at least." y/n huffed and crossed her arms.

"of course. i promise to send you weekly videos."

"good, i'll be waiting for those." she smiled at him.

"y/n, what are you going to do afterwards?" wooyoung asked, leaning back on his hands.

"i want to join the navy." her eyes glowed as she talked. "i want to help protect our country and working overseas seems so much fun."

wooyoung watched in amusement as his best friend begin to drabble on about her plans after high school. "how are am i supposed to send you my weekly dance videos then?"

"through a flash drive duh. unless they allow sailors access to computers but i doubt it. just write to me and send a flash drive over."

"you really want me to spend money on flash drives?" wooyoung sarcastically asked.

"yes if you're gonna become an idol, i am going to have to pay for a ticket to your concert aren't I?"

"i mean, i guess. but i can probably get you free ones."

"nah, there's no fun in that." y/n said as she waved her hand, shooing away that idea. "i want to fight over people for barricade tickets."

wooyung laughed at her dumb dream. "okay, do whatever you want y/n."

two months later, y/n was helping out wooyung practice for his audition for bighit. the poor kid could not stop stressing out about his audition that was in a few days.

wooyoung had been non stop preparing ever since he found out the audition date. after school, he did his homework right away and then went straight to practicing his vocals and dancing.

on the weekends and when y/n had light homework loads during the week she would help out as much as she can.

today, wooyoung had probably been dancing for almost two hours in his backyard. he was constantly tweaking and perfecting dances that y/n was sure that his hair was going to turn gray before the audition even came.

"woo." y/n walked over to the speaker and paused the song. "you need to take a break dude. you've been at it for two hours now."

wooyoung inhaled deeply, he was trying his best not to snap at her for just trying to help him out. "give me five more minutes please. i know i can get it down. i just need a little more time."

"wooyung, give your body a break. it wouldn't hurt to take a five minute break." y/n said, her voice a little more sterner.

"y/n just please!" wooyung shouted, instantly regretting raising his voice at her. "just please give me a little longer and i promise, i'll stop."

"fine. i'll be inside." y/n sighed.

she couldn't get mad at him even though it was so tempting to just snap back at him and whack him in the face. but she understood the pressure and stress he was feeling at the moment.

instead, she took out her anger on the watermelon in front of her. cutting the watery fruit, a little more harshly than normal.

after she was done, wooyung had walked back into the house, dripping in sweat.

"finally, you're done. you know, you have to take more care of yourself once you start training." she scolded at him.

"that's if, i get in." wooyoung corrected her, wiping away his sweat with a towel.

"keep thinking negatively and i'll stab you." y/n threatened, half jokingly and half not. it certainly didn't help that her tone came out more serious since she was annoyed at him.

"alright, alright. i'll stop." wooyung put his hands in the air as soon as he saw y/n point the sharp knife at him.

"good. now eat and then we can work on your vocals." y/n pushed a plate full of watermelon and strawberries towards him.

"thank you." wooyung said as he reached for a strawberry.

"for what?" she asked as she washed her hands before snagging a slice of watermelon.

"for helping me with everything." wooyung looked at his best friend wondering how he would survive without her.

y/n looked up and met his gaze and she couldn't help but blush. "it's alright. i wanna see you perform when i get back from the navy."

"speaking of the navy, did you apply yet?" he asked in between chews.

"uhh, not yet. i've been busy." the h/c girl answered sheepishly as she picked up another piece of fruit to distract herself.

wooyung groaned, "it's because you're helping me isn't it?"

he felt even more worse since he snapped at her.

"no, no. it's not that. my parents are trying to talk to me out of it."

the boy looked skeptically at her. "are you sure? i don't want to get in the way of your dreams."

y/n scoffed at him. "are you dumb? you're going to be with me throughout this whole process, whether you like it or not."

wooyung smiled at her brightly. "yes, i will and i will be buying flash drives just for you. so you can watch my dance videos."

"that's right baby. catch me in the front row of all your concerts." y/n dramatically declared.

"with the tickets you'll refuse from me."

"just let me fight your future fans over them please."

"fine, it'll make up for the cost of the flash drives."

"fair enough." she laughed.

two weeks later, y/n's letter from the navy arrived in her mailbox after dinner.

once she had saw the mail truck come by she immediately ran to the mailbox with her slippers barely on her feet.

her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the keys and struggled to open it. y/n skimmed over the pile of letters in her arms until she found the one thing she was looking for. she shoved the rest of the letters back inside the mailbox so she could retrieve them later.

with trembling fingers and her heart beating so fast, y/n ripped the envelope opened. she could feel herself start to shake once she read the big fat congratulations on the paper.

y/n screamed out of pure happiness and rushed to wooyoung's house, completely forgetting about the rest of the letters in her family's mailbox.

she knocked on the door so harshly, anyone would of thought that she was the FBI about to barge into their home.

"wooyoung!" y/n exclaimed.

"y/n, what is it?" he asked, confused at her super excited state and then it hit him, "is it the navy?"

she hummed in response, "i got in, i'm leaving on saturday!"

"oh my god, y/n." wooyoung congratulated her before enveloping her in a warm hug. "i'm so happy for you."

"thank you, woo." y/n pulled back, her smile never leaving her face. "how about you did you get in?"

"about that..." he trailed off looking to the side.

y/n's face fell and before she could even say anything, wooyoung interrupted.

"just kidding. i got in." wooyoung's face returned back to his happy self, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"you fucker." y/n cursed as she slapped him on the arm. "i was going to cry for you. "

"owwww." he whimpered, rubbing his arm.

the girl pulled him into a hug which wooyoung slowly returned.

"look woo, we're achieving our dreams together." y/n smiled into his chest.

wooyoung hugged her even tighter. "i love you."

the two never had outwardly said that phrase, even in a friendly way. which is why it caught y/n off guard by a mile.

it was a definite no brainer that she loved him. at first it was in a best friend way but over time and the many idol practices, y/n always left his house wondering about her feelings for him. it was so cliche of her to fall for her childhood best friend but she couldn't help it.

wooyoung was there for her for everything, ever since she moved here. and of course, y/n was always there for him. feelings were bound to be caught, one way or the other. it was just matter of who would fall first.

"i mean uh," wooyoung pulled away quickly, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

y/n's adrenaline was skyrocketing, "fuck it."

she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

wooyoung froze against her lips before kissing back. he didn't really know what was happening but he loved every second of it.

when the two of them pulled back for air, y/n was grinning. "i love you too, woo."

the trainee couldn't help but smile even brighter. but y'n's face fell at the thought of the future. she was leaving for the navy in a couple of days and wouldn't return for months. and wooyoung was starting his training soon. it was an absolutely, terrible idea to start a relationship considering the timing, but she would do it all for him.

he noticed her expression and reached for her cheek, caressing it. "i'll wait for you, y/n."

"really? i won't back for almost two years. i don't want you to-"

"y/n, i would wait an eternity if it i meant i could be with you." he reassured, staring deep into her eyes.

whatever worries y/n had were disappearing. it felt comforting to hear the one person who she loved and cared about, would be waiting for her when she came back.

wooyoung pulled her in for another comforting hug, "i will always love you, no matter how far away you are."

a tear slipped down y/n's cheek as she hugged him even tighter. falling in love with your best friend had never felt so bittersweet.

since then, wooyoung and y/n spent as much time as they could together before she left for the navy.

but now, the day they both dreaded had arrived.

y/n's suitcase was packed into her family's car as she said her goodbyes to her siblings and grandparents.

"you look so beautiful." y/n's grandpa cried, as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek.

the sailor was wearing her uniform with her long hair was slicked back into a bun.

"thank you, grandpa." y/n smiled as she pulled away to say goodbye to her other friends.

and of course, wooyoung's family was there. she saved her goodbyes for them last.

y/n went down the line of his family, hugging them and saying thank you for coming to see her go off.

when she reached wooyoung, the breath in her throat hitched as tears threatened to spill out. y/n promised to herself that she wouldn't cry before she left but for wooyoung and her parents, they were the exception.

wooyoung hugged her so tightly which y/n didn't mind at all. if she could, she would spend the rest of her life in his arms.

"i love you, woo." she mumbled into his chest.

"i love you too, y/n. good luck out there."

y/n pulled away reluctantly, "you too. i will be waiting for your first concert."

wooyoung smiled at her sadly and tugged at her wrist. y/n looked back at him with a confused expression before he pulled her into a passionate kiss. he didn't really care that his parents were there at the moment, he just needed to remember what her lips felt like before he forgot.

"i'll always be there with you." wooyoung whispered, as he pressed something into her hand.

y/n looked down at her hand to see a red rose hanging on a gold chain, "thank you, woo."

he nodded his head as he let you go.

he watched with teary eyes as you drove away but something in him sparked. another drive for him to work hard and achieve his dream.

dear wooyoung,

i miss you so much, it's beginning to drive me insane. but, i want to let you know that everything here is going smoothly despite these rocky ass waves. i've adjusted to almost everything around here except for waking up incredibly early. i've made new friends and have become really close with my roomate which is a relief because i don't know if i could deal with a shitty ass roomate. anyways, how's life back at home and how's training at bighit? have you seen taehyung yet? haha. i'm kidding. or not. but besides the point, tell me how life as a trainee. oh and before i forget, i figured out a way to watch your dance practice videos so please send them. i'll pay you back through buying barricade tickets alright? also, tell your parents i say hi please!

with much love,

y/n :)

p.s. i love you

dear y/n,

i miss you a lot too. even my parents do haha and they say hello back and hope you're doing well. i'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the navy life but i'm surprised that you're able to wake up so early haha. but don't worry, everything back home is great, just a little chaotic sometimes. trainee life is definitely tiring and hard but it's probably not much compared to what you have to do. i don't wanna know about the million, spirit-breaking things you do but if it makes you happy, i did see taehyung. even though it was for like two seconds because we were just passing in the halls. i hope one day i can see them practice live. maybe i'll see jimin. but anyways, i've made some friends too. we're gonna audition for a survival show called mixnine together. i'm really excited. i think you would like them. they're really funny but not as funny as me though. ok, i got to go now before my mom yells at me for staying up so late. so, i'll see you in my dreams. goodbye!

love,

wooyoung ;0

p.s. enjoy the dance cover i did with yeosang (someone who i met at bighit)

p.s.s. i hope the flash drive gets to you safely, i don't trust the postal services

two years later...

dear woo,

i have managed to secure tickets to your first concert in seoul thorough my parents. and yes, my parents had to do some fighting with some of your fans to help me secure a barricade ticket. i am utterly disappointed that i didn't get to do the fighting myself but i guess i'll just have to wait for your next tour. :( but on a more positive note i'm coming home soon! i'm so excited. the first thing we are doing though is getting some good dessert. i'm tired of eating the wack ass "desserts" here. oh! maybe we can go to a garden or something i don't know but i'm tired of looking at the water. some nice, pretty flowers will be much better to look at. speaking of flowers, i still have your rose necklace that you gave me. i wear it all the time except for when we do swimming exercises. i don't trust myself enough to bring it in the water. anyways before i have to go, i want to say how proud i am of you for coming so far in the idol industry. it seems like forever ago that i was helping you out for audition for bighit. i get to brag to people now that i'm dating a kpop idol hehe. say hi to the boys for me! and please send another video of you guys dancing so, me and my roomie can copy it. when i come home we can perform your songs together. oh my god that would be so much fun. ok, ok i really gotta go now but i love you and please take care of yourself! (or ask san too, either one works)

with much love,

y/n!

p.s. i'll be sitting a little bit to the right of the stage.

dear y/n,

i'm sad to hear that you couldn't fight my fans for barricade tickets but i am thankful that you are coming to our first show. i'll be on the lookout for you in the audience. and afterwards, find my parents and they'll take you backstage so i can see you again. did i tell you that our lightsticks came in and they're actually so cool. i'll see if i can snag you one and don't even think about having to pay back okay? you can pay me back by spending as much time as you can with me when you're back home. anyways, i wanna thank you for supporting me ever since i brought up the idea of becoming an idol. you were probably the only person who didn't laugh straight in my face for thinking such childish things but look at where we are now. i get to perform my first show with you in the barricade. and look at you, i got a badass girlfriend in the navy who can probably kick anyone's ass. and she can dance like??? i think win when it comes to having the coolest girlfriend ever. and you bet the first thing we're gonna do together is dance. i'm debating about teaching you the pirate king choreo or the say my name one. i don't know you can pick. also, yeosang, san, hongjoong, seonghwa, mingi, and jongho all say hello back and are very excited to finally meet you. i gotta go now, i have to wake up early for some costume fittings but i'll send some pics over too. i love you!

love,

wooyoung :)

it was the day of ateez's first concert and wooyoung didn't even know if y/n was back from the navy yet because they could never really say when they're coming home for obvious reasons. but wooyoung couldn't help but pace around the dressing room.

it was definitely not the perfect timing since he was currently freaking out about twenty million things all at once. it was their first ever concert and everything could terribly wrong in wooyoung's mind. like what if y/n thinks that he performed terribly tonight or even worse what if she leaves in the middle of the concert because they were so bad. but he didn't even know if she was back in south korea since she hadn't called him or anything. not even her parents had called him. maybe they wanted to surprise him? no. that's dumb she already bought tickets so-

"wooyoung." his leader called out to him. ever since they had arrived at the venue, wooyoung had been non stop spacing out and mumbling things to himself. everyone in the group was of course nervous, but none of them were this anxious.

"huh?" the young idol snapped his head to hongjoong. "i mean yes."

"are you seriously okay? you haven't been able to stop mumbling to yourself since we got out of the car." he asked full of concern.

"yes, it's just that y/n is supposed to come and-" wooyoung rambled, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

hongjoong put his hands on both of his shoulders, "woo, i am going to need you to calm down first. y/n is probably back home safe and is probably getting ready right now with her friends to come see us."

wooyoung slowly nodded to himself to convince himself that everything was okay.

"take a deep breath, ok?" hongjoong instructed, breathing along with him. "relax, she's going to come and she's gonna see how much you've improved since the last time she saw you."

his leader was right. wooyoung had improved in so many ways, from his singing to his confidence in performing. he should be excited to show off how much he improved to her.

"you're right." the young idol nodded his head. his worries about y/n were slowly being lifted away.

hongjoong smiled at him before patting his back.

during the concert everything was going smoothly. there was no costume slip ups or them forgetting their lines it was going great. but wooyoung couldn't find y/n amongst the many faces in the crowd. it was worrying him but he decided to not let any negative thoughts cloud his mind mid performance.

until, they were about to perform their last song and his parents ran to their dressing room. tears were streaming down his mother's face.

"what's going on? are you okay mom?" wooyoung asked immediately, he wrapped his mom in a hug.

"it's y/n." his dad started in soft voice.

"what? what happened? is she okay?" he asked, his head snapping to his dad. it was a miracle how he didn't break his neck.

"honey, she couldn't make it. there was an accident and something happened to the ship." his mom cried.

"what do you mean she didn't make it?" wooyoung couldn't believe a word they were saying. there was no way in hell she died. she was too young. wooyoung didn't even get a chance to say i love you again in person.

"her ship went down and there was only a few survivors and-"

"no. you're lying." the shocked idol shouted as he backed away from his parents only to be caught in san's chest.

"sweetheart, they couldn't find her." his mom revealed as she wiped a tear away from her face. "she was supposed to arrive yesterday."

wooyoung didn't say anything but fall to the floor. every ounce of happiness he had was gone. he couldn't believe it. there was no way.

"you guys are going back up now." their manager shouted to them.

"we wanted to tell you later but-"

"that's enough, honey." his dad shushed. he didn't want to make things worse than they already were.

"woo, come on." san said as he helped him up.

he didn't say anything but followed his members out of the dressing room.

wooyoung didn't know how he was supposed to continue singing when he just found out that love of his life died.

"sing for her, alright?" san comforted right before they walked back on stage.

they were performing star 1117. the last song of the night. which was good for wooyoung cause he just wanted this night to be over already.

once mingi started singing, wooyoung lost it. as well as his fellow members but they weren't crying for the same reasons he was.

they were crying because after all the neverending practices and the amount of frustrating times sitting in the sound booth trying to get the perfect sound was all worth it. they were finally doing what they love in front of people who genuinely enjoyed their music and were excited for what's to come from them.

he should be crying for the same reasons they were or maybe he was a little bit. he couldn't tell what he was feeling anymore. he just felt empty.

san watched his friend break down and went over to him for support. he was never much of crier but this performance was close to breaking his wall.

in the eyes of a fan, it looked like san was merely comforting a crying wooyoung. but what they didn't know was why he was crying.

finally the song had ended and almost everyone was crying or at least on the verge of tears. the boys stood in line at the very front of the stage with bittersweet looks as they bowed down to the crowd.

they all waved goodbye with smiling faces and wet eyes.

someone had tossed roses onto the stage which wooyoung of course picked up before heading backstage.

he couldn't even make it to their dressing room before crying again. san had wrapped an arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced as he guided them back to the safety of their dressing room.

wooyoung had sunk into of the couches there and just let everything out. this wasn't how he was supposed to be feeling. he was supposed to be happy and thankful that their first concert was a huge success. he should be happily celebrating with his friends and with y/n but not anymore.

all the members had took turns in comforting him. they never got the chance to meet y/n but they did see lots of photos of her and heard many stories from wooyoung. she sounded like an amazing person to be around and they were heartbroken that they would never get to meet her.

all the fans had left the venue by now and wooyoung was sitting on the edge of the stage. his feet was dangling off the edge while he twirled the rose in his hands. he was done crying for now and spoke softly to himself.

"i wish you were here y/n. the concert was a huge success. i'm really thankful that you helped me practiced for my bighit audition. i think i owe you a lot for that. i don't know if i would've stuck with my dream if it wasn't for you." he mumbled. "i miss you like crazy, it's not even funny. but i know you're watching me from up there and you're probably telling me to stop crying" wooyoung chuckled to himself. "but i don't think i'll stop for awhile. i love you, y/n and i'll never stop loving you."

"wooyoung." yeosang called for him. "we're leaving now."

the heartbroken idol smiled softly at his friend before getting up. he kissed the rose and he could've sworn he felt y/n's soft lips on it. maybe he was just dreaming or maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to him. wooyoung crouched down and left the rose a little to the right of the stage.

"for you, my little dreamer."

ever since that night, wooyoung had left a little rose sticker on the right side of the stage at every single venue he performed at.

it was his way of remembering y/n. it was so that she could be with him at every concert or award show.

wooyoung was even gifted a similar rose necklace from his group. he couldn't stop crying that night and thanked them repeatedly.

every night before he went to bed he would touch the rose and whisper "i love you, y/n."

sometimes he would dream about her and wake up crying. thankful, he got to see her again in his dreams. because that's what they were.

dreamers.

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.role reversal - vladimir.

hello! this time, it’s present bunny at exactly 6;49AM. i’m going to try and change my pinned post so that the minors can read sfw in peace for once lmao. maybe tomorrow? also, tumblr deleted my requests so it’s gonna take some time to post them and open again. sowwy :(((

1920 words. enjoy!

Vladimir wasn't the type of person to enjoy crass things. That just wasn't how his parents had raised him as a kid. To him, politeness was a must, and even though he tried, he found it very hard to understand how some people lived, talked, or acted. He couldn't curse without getting flustered, and being checked for his behavior was outrageous and embarrassing.

However, he would find himself understanding a little more today. Going downstairs, he found the two idiots. Beliath sent him a weird look. He glared back in response as usual, because like, why is he here? Oh, he took him in. They're best friends. God, Vladimir, your decisions!

"What are you looking at?" He asked, making Beliath snicker.

"Check your wifey." Ethan giggled when Beliath winced, "Ethan, you're disgusting. Who's wifey?" Beliath answered. They kept walking. Vladimir sighed, pacing a little faster and opening the door.

"Love?" She wasn't there. He kept looking, puzzled. When he got in the Parlor, he felt her around and kept moving. She was sitting in the garden, a big- Pout?

Oh, no. Was Eloise angry? Sad? Frustrated? Thoughtful? Hungry? Sleepy?

"Why don't you ask instead of thinking?!"

Oh, right. Minds were shared if there was too much going on.

"I'm sorry, love. But what is it?" He sat down close to her, and she turned around, making him giggle. "You're turning your back on me?" She huffed.

"Can't you tell?" His giggle got louder, making her smile a little. "I'm a little stressed out. Ethan and Beliath came by, and they made it worse because they keep yelling. Can we go back to your room?" He nodded, grasping her hand and pulling her through doors and halls until they were inside his room.

"Lock the door." He said, untying his hair.

"You just tied your hair up, and you already want to let it down?" She was sitting on his bed, dangling her now bare feet on the edge.

"I don't feel like moving out anymore." Vladimir sighed, shrugging his coat and laying down. He looked at her through his loose strands of hair, reaching for her hand. "Maybe we could do something useful with our time."

Eloise squinted. Then she frowned, then smirked. Vladimir was about to pounce, but the girl was having none of that today. She jumped on him, holding his hands above his head.

"Not today. Today, you're going to be the pet."

Vladimir frowned.

"I do not quite understand. I am going to what?"

"If you want, of course. You'll be my pet."

Eloise was sitting on top of him, so he could only wince when his dick twitched lightly. He couldn't even lie to save his own life. The idea was arousing.

"... I suppose we can change the roles for a day to see what you have in store for me."

"Your safeword is, um... Red!" She managed to say it in a way that sounded cuter than before. He snorted but kept listening to her excited giggles.

Eloise smiled widely. How could a cute, small princess such as her ever do something to pin him down? He smirked, thrusting upwards lightly to accommodate her better on top of his crotch.

"Then, mommy. I am all yours."

Eloise started to grind on him, and she knew he hated the teasing. He tried to protest, but one look, and he kept his mouth shut. She worked on his buttons at the same time. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but the whimpers just kept tumbling off his lips. When he wasn't the one thinking, all he could want was to fuck. He blushed at the thought.

Eloise smirked, stopping altogether when the last button was open. She swung her leg to the side and waited, then she realized he didn't understand, so she rummaged through the sheets and under the mattress. He got confused for a second because she always undressed him, but her laugh was so full of venom that he rushed to undress and then touch the hem of her dress, only to feel a sting on his skin and recollect his hand as if he touched fire.

The whip he had was always under the mattress. He looked at Eloise's hand. The shiny, black leather mocked him. That hurt! He whimpered when he registered the situation.

"Aww. My pretty boy."

Her hand was gentle, and he all but leaned in. Her fingers grasped his neck, just enough to create some pressure and cut his breath. He whined, naked and flustered.

"What is it, pet? Do you like being at my mercy? Do you like it when mommy is mean to you?" He nodded eagerly. Oh, god, what in the world was she doing to him?

"P-please, I- Ngh!"

Eloise pumped him slowly. He was rock-hard, but it felt as if he wasn't ready yet. His senses went overdrive just thinking about the many things Vladimir wished she'd do, use him for fun, play with him, whatever she said, even beg. Her pace sped up gradually while he thought about all the possible things they could do, all the positions he'd take her in, but alas, she stopped.

"Mommy!"

"You're going to cry?" He nodded, pain installing itself into his lower half slowly.

"Please, anything, just do anything you want to me." His eyes were hazy with pleasure, pain, and urgency. Eloise stifled a laugh that neared something evil.

"You're way too eager, pet. So used to getting whatever you want..." Her hand slide across his abdomen then neared the base of his length and shot up again. She was driving him crazy. "What do you want me to do to you, pretty one?"

"Um- I, ah... Please, please ride me. Let me cum."

"That's fast-paced. What does mommy get from it?" He looked at her from below. The room lights made her look almost heavenly.

"I'll, um-" he was so embarrassed that he could almost cum then and there, but he kept pushing. "I'll eat you out, mommy."

Her laugh was crystal clear, mean yet amused, making him close his eyes to stop the prickling.

"That's what I had in mind, pretty one."

His eyes widened when he felt the silk belt on her dress wrap around his wrists, but he couldn't care less about that when she started to undress. He kneeled on the foot of the bed eagerly, ready to give her the time of her life so he could taste the bliss she could give him as nobody else did. Eloise stood up and put a foot on the mattress, helping him position himself between her legs. Her hand found purchase on his shoulder. Her eyes watched him with amusement and superiority, but what made him curl around himself not to cum was the single drop of her arousal that landed on his thigh. He shot up eagerly, wrapping his lips around her sopping pussy.

He sucked in a breath at her taste, eager for more than just that. His eyes never left hers unless he was closing them blissfully with his eyebrows furrowed, tongue lapping at the entrance softly, and then moving up to her clit to circle it harshly just how she enjoyed it the most. Her keens and approval urged him further to the point where he wanted her to cum more than he wanted to cum himself.

"Ah, good boy, you're a good boy, aren't you- ah! Vlad? If you keep going like this, you're going to make me cum." Her face was glowing, a smile plastered on it while her hand caressed his head. He couldn't stop even if his tongue hurt a little. Soon enough, her hand tightened on top of his head, pulling on his hair. Her leg that was on the floor wobbled, and she let out a silent cry, the ones he loved the most because it meant she was going to say-

"God, I fucking love you." She pulled him up aggressively, making him beam at her and lick his lips. They kissed fervently, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and slid down his arms, back up and down his torso. Her finger pinched his nipple, making him throw his head back.

"You are embarrassing me."

"You're so cute." He huffed, closing his eyes. "Do you not like it?"

"... I love it." He giggled for the first time in a few minutes, but it was short-lived, as her hand grabbed his length with urgency and lined it up to her entrance. "Let me fuck you, please."

"You're so dirty..." He furrowed his brows, but he couldn't get mad when she only distracted him from his anger. Her lips latched around his nipple, then his chest and neck, creating small marks where the others couldn't see them. He blushed again. That was too much. Her juices dribbled down his length while she ground into him but never actually let him push his hips, and she was moaning like a bitch in heat, yet he couldn't urge her down.

"Please. I'll fill you up so, so good, mommy."

"God, you're a good boy, aren't you? I suppose I made you angry enough as it is..."

Her walls engulfed him suddenly, resulting in him rutting up involuntarily. He whined, a small sob erupting from his mouth as he gritted his teeth in a mix of pain and pleasure. The pain subsided as quickly as it came, giving place to the best feeling he'd feel in a few days. His head was empty. He could think of nothing but her, and her, and more Eloise.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy..." his whispers pushed her further, hips moving effortlessly on top of him. He should command her to ride him more. They kissed for what felt like hours, her walls clenching around him almost painfully. He kept rocking with her as best as he could. His heady moans were leaving the room and escaping into the house, but who cares if they hear how good she was fucking him? How broken he felt? He was nothing but hers.

"Mommy, I'm so, so close. Please don't stop!"

"Aww, my sweet little pet. Cum for me. You did well today, and you deserve it."

Vladimir's head was spinning, but the words made him bust into her. His moans turned into sobs. Vladimir pushed her with his body and thrust as fast and hard as he could, creating slapping sounds that definitely could be heard over the bed slamming into the wall. Her body locked up, walls milking him dry as she came a little after him. Her small hands pushed his shoulders, a pained whimper erupting through her throat, and yet, her legs locked around him tightly as he kept overstimulating himself inside her.

"You are unable to even fucking think, aren't you?" She hissed, rubbing on her clit until the coil inside her snapped again, and he stilled with a loud grunt. Everything in the house was quiet, making her sigh. Vladimir giggled, eyes looking for hers in a request for praise.

"You were amazing, Vlad." He beamed at her again, nestling himself against her and sighing. She untied him, soothing his arm even though the silk was soft. "Thank you for trusting me. Did I do too much?" He shook his head quickly.

"It was incredible, love. Thank you."

"Should we look into the others' eyes when we get up to take a bath? I'll take care of you."

Vladimir's laugh echoed through the room.

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atomicstrawbrys · 4 years ago

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Sometimes Devils Aren’t That Bad

Warnings: Some cursing, brief mentions of death and alcohol abuse.

Summary: Arthur’s job as an angel is to help his human live a selfless life. Alfred’s job as a devil is to let his human be selfish. Though Arthur may be hesitant to admit it, sometimes being a little bit selfish is okay.

Author’s Note: i wrote this a long time ago and never posted it lmao, but I’ve had a couple people request some angel/demon stuff and that reminded me that this fic exists. enjoy! let me know if you liked it! //

Morals. Standards. Conscience. A general sense of right and wrong. Every human being on earth has one- a code by which they live their lives, a line in the sand which they won’t cross. Whether they admit it or not, a person’s life is entirely based on how okay they are with stepping on others to get what they want. Some listen to that tiny angel on their shoulder and stay on that path of righteousness no matter what temptation comes their way. Some can justify looking out for themselves more than others, and indulge in the earthly pleasures whispered in their ear by their little devil.

Arthur’s job was to be that path of righteousness. Though he didn’t sit directly on his charge’s shoulder -that tidbit of information was misinformed at best- it was his job to help steer his mentee to do the right, honorable thing. He would try his best to put them in situations where they would be encouraged to do good and to collaborate with other angels to bring them into contact with holier, wiser influencers on earth.

His...colleague...Alfred’s job was to do the opposite. Alfred, for all his charm, was a devil, one who thrived on encouraging nasty habits and trying to get their human involved with a bad crowd. Alfred was the perpetual thorn in Arthur’s side, made only worse by the fact that they spent nearly every moment together. If he was on one side of their human, Alfred was on the other, trying to get them to do the opposite of whatever Arthur encouraged. And the worst of it all was the fact that Alfred seemed to think it was so funny to get him worked up. Alfred never suggested the human do anything too bad, not really, but it was the little things that drove Arthur absolutely mad.

This was one of those little things. Their charge, Matthew, was sitting on his bed, phone in his hands. He was a teenage boy, just sixteen, and thankfully had not had to make any of the tough moral decisions in life yet. He was a kind, gentle and soft-spoken boy who believed in being a good person, and for that Arthur was grateful. However...he was also a teenager, and teenagers were notorious for pushing their boundaries and sometimes putting a toe across that line in the sand, just to see what would happen. Arthur was not very grateful for that.

“Come onnn!” Alfred whined, lying on his back on Matthew’s bedroom floor. “What’s the worst that could happen! Just text him back and say you’ll go!” Matthew, of course, could not see nor hear Alfred directly- instead, the essence of his words swirled in the back of his mind, nagging at him. Ultimately it was Matthew’s decision, but both his guardians had a gentle pull. Arthur sat in the chair at Matthew’s desk, turned to face the two of them. He lightly kicked Alfred’s side.

“Matthew has a history test tomorrow, and history is his worst subject! He needs to stay home and study, so he can get a good grade and have a future!”

Alfred snorted, looking up at him with blue eyes that always gleamed with mischief. “So what? His life isn’t gonna be determined by one little test. Besides, he really likes Gilbert, why not jump at the chance to go out with him?”

Arthur rubbed his temples with a frustrated groan. “Because Gilbert is a bad influence. He skips school, he disrespects his teachers, he drinks and has parties every weekend, and he’s definitely not going to go to college…” He shook his head. “No. No, I won’t let him influence Matthew into throwing away his future.”

The devil only shrugged and shifted his gaze from the angel over to his charge. He grinned, a little. “Sorry, Babe. Looks like Matthew’s going out.”

“Don’t ‘Babe’ me- wait, what?!” Arthur sat up quickly, feathers on his wings ruffling.

“Yep! Text has been sent, Gil’s probably already on his way,” Alfred teased lightly, sticking out his tongue. “Suck it, Artie. Matt’s having fun.” The smile on his lips was good-natured, but, Arthur wasn’t amused. He simply huffed, crossing his arms and glowering.

“If you think for one second I am going to just stand by and let this happen!” He got up, pacing back and forth across the room. “Do you enjoy it? Destroying someone’s life before they even get a chance to live it? He’ll start drinking and partying like Gilbert and soon his grades will slip and he’ll drop out of school and he’ll work a dead-end job for the rest of his life until he tries to rob a bank and dies in the shootout!” Arthur’s chest heaved, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He retched, and the shit-eating grin on Alfred’s lips fell away into concern.

“Woah. Woah- do you really think that’s what’s gonna happen?” Alfred stood, walking to him and placing a hand on his arm. “Arthur, relax. We’ll go with them, okay? We won’t interfere, we’ll just..keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid. I promise I won’t egg him on.”

Arthur sighed, his shoulders slumping. “...Promise?” When Alfred nodded, he seemed to relax. Just a little. “Fine. But I’m doing all I can to get him out of there if things go wrong.” Alfred conceded to that.

Arthur did have to admit that, when Gilbert showed up to the door with flowers, it was...a sweet gesture. One that Matthew seemed to like quite a bit. And, well...Gilbert’s plans for the date seemed innocent enough, too. A trip to the park, a bite to eat, and home before nine. Though Arthur wasn’t sure Gilbert would stick to his ‘plan’ -it could all be a lure to get Matthew into the car- it did sound nice.

As the group of four headed out to the car, Alfred plucked a rose from Matthew’s bouquet. Neither Matthew nor Gilbert noticed- the bouquet hadn’t changed, not for them. Alfred had simply conjured up a replica. He held it out to Arthur, and Arthur rolled his eyes.

“A rose for my rose,” The demon cooed, tucking the flower behind Arthur’s ear. Arthur made all the appropriate protests and indignant squawks, but ultimately he didn’t take it out. He supposed he could humor Alfred, just for a bit. He liked flowers, after all.

The two of them didn’t ride in the car with Matthew and Gilbert, but they did fly overhead. Gilbert was true to his word and drove them straight to the local park. It was a beautiful evening- The lights strung in the trees were on, the fountain was bubbling, and the afternoon crowd was gone. A few people walked up and down the paths and enjoyed the park's amenities, and Arthur found the atmosphere overall quite cozy.

“See? The world isn’t falling apart yet.” Alfred teased lightly, as they watched Matthew and Gilbert embark on one of the nature trails. “They’re just kids, let them live a little.”

Sighing, Arthur watched as Matthew disappeared into the park’s adjoining forest. He...he wouldn’t go. He’d let Matthew have some privacy -the walks only took ten or fifteen minutes anyway, they weren’t long- he’d be back soon. He’d be back soon. Arthur took a deep breath, and he sat down on one of the benches, head in his hands.

“Arthur, you’ve gotta learn to relax.” Alfred sighed as he sat down next to him, rubbing the angel’s shoulders. “We’re not his parents- we just give him a little nudge.” He shot Arthur a crooked smile. “We’re like his really, really distant uncles. I’m the cool one with the motorcycle, and you’re the lame, strict one who went to Yale.”

Arthur peeked at Alfred through his fingers, and couldn’t help but give a little laugh. “Well. At least I went to Yale.”

“Yeah! And you know, you could have, if we were human. You’re definitely smart enough.” Alfred playfully elbowed his side, reaching over and gently prying Arthur’s hands away from his face. Arthur was smiling underneath them, and Alfred’s breath caught. His cheeks flushed red, just the slightest bit, but before he could say anything more, the chime of a bell seemed to catch his attention.

Alfred turned, and Arthur looked over his shoulder to see what it was. An ice cream cart rolled along the path, and Alfred grinned, letting go of Arthur’s hands. “Oho! It’s our lucky day, Art. What flavor do you like?” He asked, already halfway to the little stand. Arthur didn’t even get the chance to think of what he wanted before Alfred came back with two chocolate scoops on cones, the ice cream man none the wiser. Though Arthur supposed he should probably scold Alfred for leaving in the middle of conversations or for conjuring things whenever he wanted, he couldn’t find it in him. It wasn’t hurting anyone, and, hell, chocolate was his favorite.

They sat together, talking and joking around until Gilbert and Matthew appeared at the other end of the nature walk, holding hands and laughing. Arthur jumped to his feet, throwing the rest of his ice cream in the trash. “They’re back!” He said with glee, turning back to the demon. Alfred nodded.

“They’re back.” He replied, seeming oddly disappointed. “On to the next stop, I guess.”

Though Alfred’s reaction confused him, Arthur didn’t have the time to worry about it. He fluttered back to his charge and breathed a sigh of relief when Matthew seemed happy and unharmed.

“He’s okay!” Arthur called as Alfred flew over.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t he be?”

Arthur just rolled his eyes, falling in step behind the humans on the way back to Gilbert’s car. He noticed that Alfred wasn’t really following as closely, and, to his great surprise, that...upset him. He turned to face him and waved him over. The attention seemed to cheer him up, at least a little.

Gilbert did not take Matthew anywhere fancy for dinner. It wasn’t fast food at least- instead, it was a cheap diner that specialized in an all-day breakfast. It was...a good choice. Gilbert and Matthew settled down in a booth, as did Alfred and Arthur, though they settled down on the other side so that the others would have space.

Alfred sat down in front of Arthur and slid him a stack of pancakes over the table, having nicked a copy from another booth. He smiled, lopsided. “Well? Have you changed your mind? They seem happy.”

Arthur cut into his stack, looking over the restaurant at his charge. “I..suppose they haven’t dropped out of school and gotten matching face tattoos. Perhaps Gilbert...wasn’t as bad as I thought he was.”

Alfred smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “Of course he wasn’t. I wouldn’t let Matthew go out with him if he was. And..you know, Arthur..I’m not so bad, either. I know I’m a devil and all that, but I’m not trying to like, turn Matthew into a murderer or anything. I like the kid- I want what’s best for him. I just want him to have fun every once in a while, too. I want him to be able to loosen up.” Alfred gave Arthur a long look. “And he’s not the only one.”

Arthur paused, staring down at his food. His brow creased as he thought, his wings drooping. “Matthew...isn’t my first charge, you know. I’ve had other humans, before..the last one, she was a disaster.” He mumbled, glancing up at Alfred, who had leaned in to listen to him.

“No matter what I did, she was cruel and mean-spirited. She was a bully and a cheat. She was manipulative and aggressive and...I still wanted what was best for her. I tried so, so hard.” His voice trailed off, softening into a whisper. Slowly, Alfred reached over the table and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Arthur didn’t pull away.

“She died young. It was her own fault, really- she would often drink and drive, it’s just a relief she didn’t hurt anyone else when it finally caught up to her. But...I was a failure, Alfred. She was entrusted to me, I was supposed to make her into a good person, but I failed. She died alone, drunk and hated and it was my fault.” Tears dripped onto the cheap, yellowy wood of the tables, and only then Arthur realized he’d begun to cry. Alfred took a moment, to let the information sink in before he responded.

“You know it isn’t your fault.” he sighed. “Deep down, I think you know. Sometimes people are just..like that. All we can do is try our best to help, but sometimes we get people who aren’t ever going to listen. You did everything you could, I know you did because you do now.” Smiling again, softer this time, Alfred laced their fingers together. “Seriously. You’re like a super-angel. I’ve never had to work this hard.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “She might have been determined not to accept help. She might have been awful, but Matthew isn’t. Look at him. He’s a good kid. You don’t have to worry about him.”

Arthur gave a long sigh, looking over the restaurant at Matthew. He really was a good kid. Being kind was just in his nature- he wouldn’t fall down the moment Arthur removed his training wheels. He could..he could manage on his own, now.

“I...suppose you’re right. But..what do I do now, then? If I don’t have to watch him?”

Alfred leaned in a little more. “Let’s...back off.” He suggested, his thumb rubbing over Arthur’s knuckles. “We could kick back, watch Matthew grow up, get married, maybe have kids...our job is easy from here on out. Let’s just relax and let him be the good person he’s gonna be. And then, maybe we could start applying to jobs as a team instead of separately if you want to work together again. We could even hang out more, just us. More days like this, if you want. I’d..I’d really like that, personally.” Arthur met his eyes. Was Alfred blushing?

“You had fun today,” His demon continued. “I know you did. We could have fun again.”

Arthur opened and closed his mouth a few times, words escaping him. He wiped his eyes, then finally nodded. “Okay.”

Alfred beamed.

When they left the diner and headed back to Gilbert’s car, Gilbert announced that he had a surprise third destination for Matthew. He probably wouldn’t be home until ten or eleven if he agreed to go, but Gilbert insisted that he’d have fun and that it wasn’t anything weird. Matthew eventually agreed, and hopped into the passenger side, pressing a little kiss to his date’s cheek.

Arthur stood in the parking lot as the car pulled out, Alfred standing beside him and holding on to his hand.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna go? You don’t want to know what the surprise is?”

Arthur smiled, a bit sadly, and shook his head. “I’m okay. He’s smart, he’ll manage on his own.”

Alfred stepped closer then and wrapped an arm around his angel’s waist. He pressed a kiss to his hair. “He will. You ready to go home?

Nodding, Arthur turned and walked with Alfred, the tail lights of Gilbert’s car fading away behind them.

#usuk #ukus #hetalia #aph #aph england #aph america #hws #hws england #hws america #prucan #on the side #angel #devil #tw alchohol mention #tw death #not character death tho lol #at least not main characters #tw gun

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