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strwbrryeyes · 5 months ago

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☼ don't wanna break up again ☼ (tsukishima kei x reader)

⟡ cw: she/her pronouns used but not much, use of alcohol, lot of angst, mentions and connotations of sex, no comfort/happy ending, lmk if i miss anything else

�� a/n: i really just needed to do minor adjustments so im uploading it again tee hee

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Laying down in his bed, you look to the man next to you, Tsukishima Kei. You told yourself you wouldn’t do it again. You told yourself you wouldn’t fall into his bed another sleepless night, not after what happened but here you are…wrapped in his bed sheets as he watches a show, the lights of the TV flashing across his face highlighting every feature on his face you have come to memorize and love over the last three years and a half.

Turning to face away from him, you drift into your own thoughts. You and Kei have been on and off for a year and a half after two solid years of a healthy relationship. Without getting into details, the both of you have had a rough year and it has definitely affected your relationship. It affected the relationship so much that the both of you stopped living together to see if space would bring you closer together eventually- absence makes the heart grow fonder type bullshit- but unsurprisingly, it has only made the divide even wider to where you would constantly call it quits but then always found yourselves at each other’s doorsteps every now and then and for a few weeks, everything would be perfect again.

Tonight was no exception, you showed up at his apartment looking a mess, begging for him back and like the man he is, Kei let you in for a drink. One thing led to another and you both ended up entangled on his couch, in a heated makeout session which turned into makeup sex in his bed. This is how the first night always goes. Cry. Talk. Drink. Sex. And now that you’re thinking about it, you don’t want to keep doing this and everything hits you, you can’t keep going on like this. Knowing this, you feel the tears that have been building up all night spill out with soft sobs escaping your lips. You didn’t think Tsukishima would have heard you but after a few seconds, he sighs and turns off the TV.

“Look at me, [name].” He quietly while placing a kiss on your shoulder.

Turning around, you look at where he is sitting up. Studying his expression, you can’t tell if he’s actually worried about you or if this is just for show so you stay silent.

Kei wipes away your tears and caresses your face “What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

Taking a deep breath you finally speak, “We can’t keep doing this, Kei.”

Tsukishima doesn’t even need to ask what you mean by that and all he does is sink down on the bed to lay down next to you. “I know… I know.”

For a moment, the room is filled with a heavy silence, the weight of your words hangs in the air. Tsukishima's hand remains on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin, but there’s a sadness in his eyes that mirrors your own.

“You don’t want this either, do you?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “No, I don’t. But I don’t know how to fix it, [name]. I don’t know if we can fix it.”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks again. “I know. And that’s what makes this so hard. I love you, Kei. I always will. But I can’t keep hurting like this. I can’t keep hurting YOU like this, pretending like things will change when we both know they won’t.”

His grip tightens on you, almost as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “But what if... what if we try one more time? I promise I’ll be better, [Name]. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

Your eyes flash with anger, sadness, and confusion as you sit up, pulling away from him. “It’s too late for that, Kei! How many times have we been here? How many times have I listened to you say you’ll change, that things will get better only for you to go back to your stupid ways?”

He sits up as well, his own frustration evident. “And how do you think I feel, [Name]? You think it’s easy for me? You think I don’t struggle with this too? I’m not the only one at fault here, you were never a saint either!”

A bitter laugh escapes your lips. “Are you serious? You’re the one who walks away every time things get tough. You’re the one who leaves me behind without a second thought. I’ve been trying to save this relationship for who knows how long, Kei, but I can’t do it alone.” You shout at him, feeling the sadness inside of you be replaced with anger.

His eyes harden, and he stands up from the bed. “Maybe if you weren’t so clingy and so dependent on me for everything, things would be different. Maybe if you gave me some space, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Clingy? Dependent? How can I be clingy when you’re never fucking around? You think I enjoyed watching you walk away time and time again? I gave you space, Kei. I gave you all the space you needed, and what did you do with it? You pushed me away further.”

He looks away, unable to meet your gaze. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you did,” you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. “You hurt me over and over again. And I let you. I kept coming back and letting you back in my life hoping things would be different, but they never were.”

Silence fills the room, the tension between you two thick. Finally, Tsukishima turns to face you, his expression softening slightly. “I’m sorry, [Name]. I really am. But I don’t know how to fix this.”

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. “Maybe it’s not about fixing it, Kei. Maybe it’s about accepting that we’re not good for each other. That we bring out the worst in each other.”

His shoulders slump, and he nods slowly. “You’re right.”

Tears well up in your eyes, but you blink them back, not wanting him to see you cry one last time. “I think it’s time we say goodbye. For real this time.”

He looks at you with a look of pain and regret and walks over to you “I think so too, [Name].” he sighs as he walks over to sit next to you.

You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. “I’ll always love you and the memories we had together, I hope you know that, Kei.”

Tsukishima doesn’t say anything, he just presses a kiss to your temple, scared he’ll say something wrong.

For a few moments, you both sit in silence, hoping one of you changes your mind and begs the other to try again, but the begging never comes and you both feel the end of your relationship officially come.

After what seems like forever, you take one last look at the man you’ve loved for so long before walking out his apartment. And though it hurts now, you know that in time, you’ll both heal and find your own strength and your own happiness.

But as you begin to leave, you hear Tsukishima’s voice. What was once a soothing and calming sound, now feels like a cruel and sad reminder of the love that no longer exists. “You know I care about you, right?”

You stop at the doorway, looking back at him with even more tears streaming down your already drenched cheeks. “Then why did you always hurt me when I needed you the most? Why did you always leave?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out. You let out one last sad laugh before finally slamming the door shut before you leave.

Back in your own apartment, the emptiness is both a comfort and a curse. You sit on your bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every memory in your mind and you find it hard to cope with the fact that you now have to find out who you are without Tsukishima but you know that you’ll make it through.

Tsukishima, on the other hand, sits in the silence of his apartment, the echoes of your departure reverberating through the room. He knows he messed up, knows that his fears and insecurities drove you away. But for now, all he can do is sit and think about what could have been, the love that was lost, and the person he let slip through his fingers.

Days of pain and heartache turn to weeks but eventually, you find yourself enjoying life again. You’ve been going out with your friends more often, been picking up new hobbies, and most importantly, taking care of yourself properly. You don’t know what Tsukishima is up to, but you only hope that he is doing well and that he is becoming a better person for himself. You’ll always love him in some strange and twisted way, but you’ll love him from afar from now on.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader angst #tsukishima angst #tsukishima kei angst #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader angst #tsukishima kei x reader angst

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thatanimewriter · 6 months ago

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IMMOVABLE OBJECT MEETS UNSTOPPABLE FORCE.

➳ request: Big ask. Weiss, Blake, & Yang (separately) with a quiet reader S/O either taking a hit for them (potentially dying) or reader being saved by them (or vice versa)? Either one of the two, or maybe both if you're up for it. Thank you.

➳ character/s: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long

➳ warnings: blood, death, injuries, canon typical violence

➳ notes: i have an unhealthy addiction to angst, this is great >:)) i'm so sorry for the wait bestie, i promise i'm getting through requests-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐄.

she's probably a little bit mad, but also proud and a little jittery in more than one way

like, how nice that even though she's had a privileged life for so long that someone like you would take a hit for her

but also you took a hit for her and now you're injured >:((

thank you so much, she's very flattered and will pamper you until you get better but don't ever do that ever again

she'll cry (as if she isn't already after the adrenaline is gone) and it's embarrassing for her

she doesn't wanna be mean, but she probably never thought you'd do something like that for her

you're so quiet and reserved, maybe you'd stick to your own safety

she was wrong and she didn't wanna be proven wrong in this way

if you die though-

she will NEVER forgive herself and she will train like nothing else to be better so this doesn't happen to anyone else

has something of yours on her at all times and is super reluctant to date anyone again

if she wants motivation to keep going during a battle, it's you she thinks of

── 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀.

angry girlie because she can handle herself and she already feels like a bit of a burden as it is

will eventually be grateful for the save but it's gonna be a little while before she comes around

you should've just kept to yourself, she can handle being hurt, but she doesn't like it when you are

especially because of her (it's not really, but that's how she interprets it)

she'll read to you if you're uncomfortable trying to go to bed without aggravating injuries

will let you pat her ears if it makes you happy, but don't think this is a regular occurrence, she just enjoys the quiet time with you

will hold this against you for a little while, but won't be mean about it

just reminders that you should like, not do that again because remember when you were bedridden for weeks-

if you died after saving her, it's like battle of beacon pt. 2 bro

she runs away and disappears and probably is not found for a longgg time

visits your grave (if you have one) every day and tells you all her regrets and what she wanted to do with you before you died

doesn't take on another lover after you die, it feels disrespectful to her and she feels like she should owe you something in return

── 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆.

less mad than anxious about your sacrifice

goes absolutely crazy (super saiyan mode) to end the fight asap so she can check on you and make sure you're as good as possible

honestly, the whole thing is kind of a blur after you took the hit for her

pure blind anxiety and a lil bit of rage to just get you both out of there

yells at you a bit cause she's so scared for your life rn, don't do this to her on a regular basis

knows you're not the most outgoing though so she's willing to sacrifice some of her social time to help you recuperate

will play some games with you if you want cause you can't do a whole lot

definitely more willing to take a day in with you after this cause TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE, she gotta spend time with you

if you died to the hit, she will probably let herself get beat up a lil more than usual

just for one huge blow to throw back at them for literally killing her partner

worse nightmares than adam tbh, she is haunted by you and she can't even blame you for this one

will eventually return to the dating scene but won't ever forget you and tries not to find a replica of you

#rwby #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby x reader #weiss schnee x reader #blake belladonna x reader #yang xiao long x reader #rwby imagines #weiss schnee imagines #blake belladonna imagines #yang xiao long imagines

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asha-mage · 6 months ago

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As someone who has been reading fanfiction for a really really long time I think one of the things I've realized is that what separates a solid time travel Fix it Fic from an excellent one is the author's ability to work through the extended consequences of their changes to canon.

Most Fix-It Fics are ultimately a power fantasy: allowing the characters the fore knowledge and insight to solve either many, or most of, their problems without needing to go through the suffering and agony they do in their canon stories. But like all power fantasy it's enhanced when you work through the cause and effect from the Watsonian point of view, rather then the Doylist point of view. This is because the Doylist point of view- that the author is writing this in order to have a version of canon where a great deal of tragedy and pain for Our Heroes is averted- is assumed. The audience knows what they signed up. It's there on the label: a Fix it Fic.

This means that as long as the author doesn't break that fundamental promise, as long as the audience remains reasonably assured that things will in fact, be fixed, the author can take the story in whatever direction they would like, and the best version of that is to follow the changes out to their logical conclusions from the question 'what would this mean in universe'? That's the Watsonian point of view- what do these changes mean for these characters who are not aware they are in a story- and how does that alter the story their living in?

The villains keep suffering crucial and early defeats where in the original story they had either partial or complete victories? Eventually they are going to change tactics or figure out that something more is going on. Character death that served as a Huge Deal to other characters is averted? Well, how do they proceed in absence of that death impacting their characters? If it taught Our Heroes not to be arrogant or assumed victory, or about he power of the bad guys, or in just some facts about how dangerous the world they live is- well eventually they are going to need to learn those lessons anyways, and how does that come about now?

And then you have our erstwhile Time Traveler- who by chance or choice has taken it upon themselves to fix everything. What does that do their sense of self? It's an objectively immense burden to taken on their shoulders, likely on top of whatever burden their already carrying. Are they going to become arrogant and overconfident after a few early victories and thus be caught off guard when things start to go off the rails again? Are they going to develop even More of a Savior Complex since they clearly have all the answers, it is their duty to fix everything, and anything that goes wrong is their failure right? Or are they going to become frustrated that no one knows how much blood sweat and tears their putting in to giving everyone a happy ending- even though no one asked them too? If they where brought back by some future calamity or bad/end, are they going to have attachment issues? Problems seeing their friends in danger? Letting others do things for themselves?

And the things the answers to these question don't have to be tragedy and angst fuel (and they probably shouldn't be, again that fundamental promise to the audience of a fix it fic)- but they are worth asking if you want to take your story from 'solid' to 'excellent'.

#about me #fanfiction #fanfic #Writing #writblr #....I may have been reading a lot of JJK fic these last few days okay

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snarkspawn · 1 year ago

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Ok, So I adore your KenBig art even though I have absolutely zero idea of what the fandom is about haha, would love to hear more about them because I can tell you're so passionate.

Thank you so much!

I am !! Very Passionate about them yes adhjfkshjks let me try to break them down for you without making it a 3 hour TED talk lmao (no promises)

So they're two minor side characters from the Thai bl series KinnPorsche, also known as The Gay Mafia Show. At the beginning of the series Big is the head bodyguard for Kinn, who he is secretly (and quite hopelessly) in love with and who is the heir to the family's mafia empire. He is Loyal with a capital L, fiercely protective of Kinn, a little (a lot) pathetic in his devotion and quite frankly a bit of a dick. Ken is just Ken his best friend, also a bodyguard for the Main Family and also a bit of a dick. He's from Australia originally and brings us delightful iconic phrases like "nice one, loser" and "are you fucking dumb, bro". Also, pineapple boxer briefs. You mostly see the two of them together and when they show up it's usually to be a bitch and/or to bully Porsche, who is the other main character and love interest for Kinn (hence the name of the show).

They're terrible people is what I'm saying. But then again so is almost everyone else on the show lmao it's the mafia ok!!

It's never explicitly stated in the show but we see other bodyguards room together (namely Porsche and Pete) so the widely accepted headcanon is that Ken and Big are roommates (oh my god they were roommates etc etc) and just because I live for this kind of thing I have convinced myself (and others, apparently! through the power of art) that while Big is hopelessly in love with Kinn (canon), Ken is hopelessly in love with Big (canon in my heart). It's about the pining and the tragedy and a secret third thing (jealousy) for me

Well. I don't want to spoil too much in case you're ever planning on watching it but it's kind of important for them, so ... towards the end of the show Big ends up sacrificing himself for Porsche (or rather, for Kinn's happiness) and dies not knowing that Ken is the mole they've been searching for and is actually working for the Minor Family (so, for Kinn's cousin and uncle who are the main villains in the series). But Ken is killed as well, at roughly the same time just at a different place and at the hand of his actual employer Gun, so they both end up dead.

Which, you know, I personally think is unacceptable because I love them and don't want it to end there, so most (but not all) of my art is set in an AU that I brainstormed with my partner @pharawee in which they both survive and then have to deal with the consequences of their actions (which is absolutely delicious to me because man!! You have Big who is so desperately loyal but has been kind of struggling to find his place now that Porsche is there, and Ken who betrayed everything Big held dear but !! Is also his best friend!!! But is he really? Has he ever really been his friend at all?? And if Ken is a traitor what does that make him who has been sharing everything with him?? Bonus points since Ken is in love with him and never wanted to betray Big personally. So much potential for angst I am telling you, it's a feast), and then eventually they find comfort in each other and carve out their own path. If you're interested you can read the beginning on ao3.

In other headcanons there's been a Thing going on between them all along and sometimes they still die. Or they don't but everything is still fucked up. Either way it's all good and I'm here for all of it hehe

So this is shaping up to turn into that 3 hour TED talk after all which is why I'll stop here, but if you have literally any other questions or are interested in hearing more I would be prepared to go on for hours lmao sorry (but not really).

#replies #elleweird #kenbig #kinnporsche #look the show is really good #and kinn and porsche's story is genuinely worth watching on its own #but I'm a sucker for both loyal lapdog characters AND traitors. AND pining idiots too actually #so it's no wonder really that I latched onto these two minor side characters lmao they were made in a lab for me specifically #especially since they go so well together even in the show. and the tragedy of it all you know #we don't see enough of them but that just means that ... we don't see enough of them !! if you know what I mean #anything is possible! we don't KNOW what these two are up to while everything else is going on #we read between the lines here in the land of denial #anyway I'll shut up now I promise

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hoes4hoseok · 2 years ago

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enhypen as sour

...so i said i'd finish my work before posting another but i couldn't help it I PROMISE I'LL FINISH IT EVENTUALLY THOUGH. thanks for reading, y'all!

ni-ki as brutal

"they'd all be so disappointed, 'cause who am i if not exploited?"

some maknaes give me such unmistakable teenage angst energy (as i showed by choosing hueningkai for jealousy, jealousy)

&& ni-ki is not an exception imo!! he's also actually seventeen i kinda had to ✋

anyway yeah ni-ki's life is great in some ways but it also sucks in other ways, just like olivia depicts in the song

like yeah he's in a big k-pop group but also he's been through so much 🤧. this obviously does not mean that he's in any hurry to grow up, but y'all get my point (i hope)

sunghoon as 1 step forward, 3 steps back

"which lover will i get today? will you walk me to the door or send me home crying?"

sunghoon is not the type to stay with you if he doesn't like you

but in this case, he's conflicted. (ultimately, he does not like you enough to not toy with your feelings, but alas...)

&& yeah, he might regret it soon after acting cold, but that doesn't matter because he'll act nice but do it again & possibly repeat until the end of the relationship

oh god, heartbreaker sunghoon, y'all!! it's a concept!! that i live by!! (i'm not okay.)

sunoo as deja vu

"a different girl now, but there's nothing new, i know you get déjà vu"

sunoo would totally do the same activities with multiple partners 😭

he wouldn't think it's a big deal though?? he'd associate the things with good times, not people

it would suck but there's not much you can do about it

on the CONTRARY...he'd probably be pissed about you doing the same stuff with other people

especially if the break-up was on you

he'd complain to his friends about it & they'd be on his side in either situation (so would i, sorry y'all)

heeseung as enough for you

"don't you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?"

this scenario is a real tragedy to imagine so i'm sorry about that 😭

just as with any relationship, if you were with heeseung, he would have to love you just as much as you do him.

&& if a relationship with him fell apart it would feel particularly bitter because there would be little warning signs along the way that you didn't think were a big deal

like the whole line about him not complimenting her makeup ✋🙄 (come on bro,, it's not that hard!!)

the real tragedy is that he didn't want more from you...he just didn't want you

anyways 🤠 like she said!! you'll find someone who does find you exciting :)

jake as happier

"i hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me"

it would be so hard to hate jake after a break-up 😭 especially if he was kind about it & took your feelings into account

even more so if it's been a while since the two of you called it quits & you should have moved on but you haven't

because tbh who would be able to?

&& seeing him with someone else would leave you conflicted because how could you possibly be upset with him? or his new partner?

so you'd kind of have to suck it up :( & hope he isn't as happy as he was with you :(

jay as favorite crime

"know that i loved you so bad, i let you treat me like that"

so this song is about partially blaming yourself after a heartbreak, because you "let" them treat you like that

getting dumped by this man would be so devastating

again, it would be slow -- even if you tried your hardest to hold on because you wanted him so badly, he would end up letting go in the end

it's such a horrible feeling. i don't wish it upon anyone.

anyways...before you know it 🚨 wee-ooo wee-ooo 🚨! ur heart is broken! 💔�� (sorry i just felt compelled to do that idk)

jungwon as hope ur ok

"somehow we fell out of touch, hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush"

as i said in my txt post, this album only has 11 songs, so this one is also assigned to soobin

&& tbh i have a pretty similar reason for choosing it but i think jungwon would be the one thinking about his old friends & acquaintances (rather than his friends thinking of him, which i said for soobin)

he seems to have a really kind heart, & the reason he's the leader of enhypen is because he's so caring

oh wow 🤧 got myself in my feels about him thinking of his i-land buddies 🤧 i'm gonna go now

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starlight-writer · 2 years ago

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Divorce

Warnings: none, pure angst, no happy ending, talk of depression, panic attacks

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Steven

He swears he hears his heart shatter

He can feel his soul die and his breathing stop

Divorce? You want a divorce?

Why? Did he do something wrong? Did he miss too many dates? Was he talking too much? Did he get too annoying? Was his cologne too strong?

Tell him, please, tell him what he did wrong, he'll fix it! He promises to fix it!

Or do you... Do you not love him anymore?

Steven would not stop talking, rambling about what he must've done wrong, his apology, and how he can make it up to you

"Just please... Please don't leave."

He'll try to get you to talk with him, explain why you want a divorce and how he can prevent that outcome as much as possible

But there's nothing he can do to change your mind

You're done

And you leave

And Steven swears, swears by all of Egypt's gods and goddesses, that he died in that moment

He doesn't move for a while

He doesn't breathe for a while

Then suddenly, he's gasping as collapsing on the floor, clutching his chest and sobbing

He cries so hard and for so long, he passes out on the floor

He doesn't have the energy to go into work, he doesn't even have the energy to move his hand

He stays in his flat for days, never leaving unless Jake take over to make sure he doesn't lose his job

Jake's the only one that can continue working and existing as a person after your divorce

While Jake tries to make sure the body stays healthy and alive, Steven doesn't talk or acknowledge anyone

Eventually, he starts blaming Marc for driving you away

"It was the stupid pigeon and the sneaking out at night and coming home covered in blood! It was your fault, you scared them away! I hate you!"

Eventually, Steven realizes that while Marc may be at fault for a few things, it was ultimately his own fault you left

He realizes he must've driven you away, somehow

He can remember times where you seemed less interested in his ramblings and blames those specific moments

He refuses to talk or even think about his interests now, too pained, too angry, too heartbroken to think he deserve anything but pain and heartbreak

It takes a good few months, maybe even a year, for Steven to start regularly fronting again

It takes so much energy and effort, but he's stopped feeling pain

He's stopped feeling

He doesn't correct Donna when she says his name wrong, he doesn't give any snarky come backs when she teases him about being late, he doesn't say anything

Donna makes the mistake of commenting on the disappearance of Steven's ring one day and all hell breaks loose

Let's just say, after the exchange, Steven isn't allowed back in the museum for... a while

It takes months for Steven to coexist with other people and it takes him years to be able to feel again

But he's never the same

He doesn't smile anymore

Marc

"What?"

Any anger, any annoyance, any frustration he felt during your argument is gone

Unbridled fear is the only thing he can feel and it hurts

It tightens his throat, makes it hard to breathe, to think, to see

He has to physically shake his head to be able to think

"Are you serious?"

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Ok."

Unlike Steven and Jake he didn't beg you to stay

He wanted to, god he wanted to

He wanted to get on his hands and knees and beg for you to stay

He would if you asked

He would do anything you asked

But that's besides the point

He wouldn't beg you to stay unless you asked, and you didn't

He wouldn't beg because he wants you happy and if you're not happy with him then...

He should let you go

Right?

He silently watches you pack your things, occasionally helping, but otherwise he's just standing there

He doesn't say anything, which isn't a problem, you don't either

He signs the divorce papers without any argument and he goes home like normal

It doesn't officially hit Marc that this is real for a while

A couple weeks at least

It's when he's making dinner and goes into your office to tell you it's ready when he realizes

Your stuff isn't there

You aren't there

And he collapses

He lays in your office sobbing

All night

Dinner is easily forgotten and left to get cold

Dishes are left in the sink to attract flies

Laundry is left to mildew in the washer

Mail is left to overflow

He doesn't move to do anything

He can't

He feels like a failure

He ruined your marriage somehow, he's sure of it

And he ruined the only happiness he, Steven, and Jake had

He doesn't front for a while, leaving Jake to pick up the pieces of himself and his life

On the rare chance he does, he only does it to be Moon Knight

He regresses into a violent, unfeeling vigilante and he doesn't care

Steven doesn't care enough to stop him either

Jake eventually yells at him for endangering the body, his, and Steven's life and that kind of kick Marc into gear

He starts taking better care of the body, purely for Steven

But he doesn't do anything more than the bare minimum

He can't

He's lost without you

He feels like an asteroid in the darkest spot in space and he doesn't think he'll ever find a way out

Jake

He laughs

"Very funny, cariño, you're just upset I forgot to buy you flowers."

He doesn't believe you until your scream and/or crying at him that you 'can't handle it anymore and want a divorce'

He gets very quiet, very still, very fast

He doesn't say a word

But then you're moving to the bedroom with a suitcase and he cries

Instantly, he's running after you, asking a million and one questions

Jake doesn't consider himself someone who would beg for anything

Not for food, not for help, not for his life

Nothing

But in that moment, he got on his hands and knees and begged and wept for you

"Mi amor, mi corazón, mi luz, mi vida, mi amor, mi ángel, please, tell me what I did wrong, yell at me, hit me, but please, please don't leave me. Don't leave us. What would Steven do without you? Marc? You can hate me for however long you want, but please don't leave!"

He's never been with someone for so long, he's never been with someone period

He loves you so deeply and strongly, it controls his every action

Every time you put something in a box or suitcase, he takes it out and puts it right back 'where it belongs'

It causes you to leave to give Jake time to cool off

But all it does is make him grow more restless

What if you leave your stuff to haunt him?

Is that your plan?

To torture him for the rest of his life?

To make him regret every choice he's ever made?

By leaving your stuff behind, are you making sure he never forgets what he did?

Of course, eventually you do come back

With a moving crew

And Jake has to bite his cheek to stop from yelling at the random people taking away your stuff from it's home

It's rightful home

He spends every second of the move making comments, insulting the moving crew in hopes they would get fed up and leave

It didn't work

And to make things worse, you didn't talk to him at all

If you did, it was only to tell him you would be sending him the divorce papers soon

That made him walk away

He didn't want to talk about it, think about it, nothing

He outright refuses to sign the papers when they arrive

It takes you coming over to talk to him that he blows up, practically screaming at you that 'this is wrong, you should be with him, he can make you happy, he can be better'

You still tell him to sign and in a fit of rage, he does

He instantly regrets it as soon as you're gone

As soon as you walk away, it's like his breath is being taken right from his lungs

It's like you're taking it as you walk away

Along with his heart

He slowly falls to the floor, his eyes clouded with tears

And he cries

And cries

He throws himself into helping Steven and Marc, never giving himself time to think too long on anything but work

Eat breakfast, clean, go to work, eat lunch, go home, clean, eat dinner, sleep, repeat

It's when Steven starts fronting again that Jake finally starts to think

About you, about your marriage, about everything

And he finally goes through the 5 stages of grief

Well, the two stages of grief

He grows to hate you

That's what he tell Marc and Steven, at least

Every time they think about calling you or walking by your apartment in hopes of seeing you, he takes over

"They're a terrible, horrible person."

"They were just using us."

"They don't deserve to see us."

"I protected you, they didn't do shit."

"I will fix you."

"I will keep you safe."

He plays off his hate for you, your existence

But in actuality, he hates what you did to him

He hates that you tore down his walls and made a home in his heart

He hates that you made him care about anyone other than Marc and Steven

He hates that you made him feel safe and wanted

He hates that you did all of that just to leave

But he could never hate you

He still loves you more than anything

And as much as he wants to go crawling to your door and beg you to come back, he can't

You hurt Steven and Marc too and that's something he can't forgive

He's spent his entire existence taking care of them and he'll be damned if he stops now to chase his feelings

Jake goes back to hiding his feelings, prioritizing Steven and Marc over himself

He gets the body up, eats, showers, and goes to work

He makes sure Steven doesn't lose his job, he makes sure Marc doesn't die while fighting

He goes back to the shadows of the head space, only taking over when needed

And he's so unhappy

He's so sad

He's so broken

You broke him, just like you broke Steven and Marc

And he'll never forget it

( beta reader note : OUCHIE. :((( )

#moon knight system #moon knight #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector #steven grant x gn!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #jake lockley x gn!reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #marvel #angst #no comfort

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Nice!! another of these games! ^-^ Let's see, let's see...

4.Where do you find inspiration for new ideas? pfff hahaha idk, random things. I see a post talking about a kink, next thing I know I really really want to write about that kink. Or a special pairing, or a funny situation... I also draw a lot of inspiration from other writers, that's how I end up with so many fics derivative from other works. There is something very challenging in trying to understand a character as written by another artist, and trying to follow the same train of thought...

8.Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story? I'm rubbish at endings (unless I have very clear what sort of last punch I want to throw) and as for beginnings sometimes I feel like I am unfocused or don't know if I'm dragging on a bit too much... Middles are my thing, then!

16.How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them? pah!! who knows, there are so many of my docs (numbered!! I don't learn) with random concepts or lines waiting to be remembered and developed... I'll have to disappoint you, though. Nothing worth reading in stock U_U

40.If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? I would be downright melting if someone did artwork like that for me, never mind the fic or scene. whatever impacts them the most, or find the most beautiful. I personally like a lot the visual of Xiao Xingchen with a veil (Xie Lian style <3) so something like the scene from A Comedy of Yi City Errors when xue yang helps him down the stairs and can't take his eyes off him... or the other from Red Sun Rises, when Xiao Xingchen waits for Xue Yang in their room wearing the veiled hat and nothing else XD

55.Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones? Xue yang will always be my favourite, my darling boy. I don't thing my way of writing him has changed much, but then again I haven't been writing for long either... Amongst OCs, my favourite is the stormcloud, that oversized toddler-brain natural disaster trying to rule over some ants ^w^

75.What scene in The Stromcloud took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? Speaking of!! I was very hesitant with the last chapter (I promise, more are to come... someday...) because it's the first one the boys get to explore each other. I wanted it to feel warranted and not rushed, but I was so impatient with it, so eventually it seemed like the story was a bit disjointed. It tends to happen to me with longer fics, that's why I admire you guys so much that you can pull it off (I don't have the patience!)

76.Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of Uber-confident? I considered adding a short epilogue with the aftermath, particularly how Song Lan felt about the whole thing and tried to report it but xiao xingchen was too ashamed and reluctant... but as you know, angst is not my forte, so I ended up scraping the whole idea and simply ending on a sharp note. If someone else wants to pick up the ball, feel free to do so! >/////<

Thanks for the ask game!! This was fun, I'm always so happy to share these little things and also learn more about you ^-^ <3

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omni-scient-pan-da · 4 years ago

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And They Were Oar-Mates

The Second Part of My Fic About The Oars by omni-scient-pan-da

For @burntuakrisp @wh33z @reaping-mae @jo-the-nerd @emo-bi-mess @taurianskies7 @the-dumbass-multishipper @pictures-that-are-kinda-cool and that one anon that left an ask that made me actually finish writing this thing (Edit: Find All Parts HERE)

It wasn’t often that Rowan got upset. For the most part, he was an angel, everyone he met loved him. Even when dealing with the nastiest of people, he met them with a smile and a bounce of his step, never letting anyone or anything get to him.

But of course, most people he interacted with had never hurt Killian.

After a raid on their villiage, Killian had made a deal with an evil warlock in order to save both his and Rowan’s life. The warlock helped the two of them escape and live to see another day, and in return, one day the warlock would call on Killian to be his faithful servant for the rest of time.

Over a decade passsed, and the two all but forgot about the deal Killian had made with the warlock. Until one day, the warlock came calling, and Killian disappeared. And now, Rowan was out to find the warlock and get his beloved husband back.

Rowan knew the task wouldn't be easy. First of all, he had no clue where Killian had gone, or where to find him, or how he was going to get him back from the warlock, or even if Killian wanted to be found in the first place.

Rowan shook his head. No, that was just the spell that made him want to leave... Killian would never just abandon me like that, not if he could help it... I just have to find a way to break the spell and then everything can go back to normal Rowan thought to himself.

He'd packed up as much supplies as he could carry, ready to journey for however long it took in order to find his husband.

Sorcery or not, nothing was going to stand in his way. Either he'd return home with Killian or he wouldn't come back home at all.

Rowan teared up as he looked around their home. It didn't really even feel like a home without Killian there with him. After all they'd been through together, Rowan refused to let some evil warlock stand in the way of his marriage.

With a shaky breath in, and one last look around the quiet empty house that had fallen silent since Killian's sudden disappearance, Rowan stepped out of the house, shutting the door behind him as he set out to find his lost husband.

First things first, he had to figure out where the warlock was hiding.

This shouldn't be too hard Rowan thought to himself. How many green flamed evil warlocks could there possibly be?

Apparently the answer was a lot.

Rowan started off by asking around town, trying to figure out if people had heard of the warlock that had taken his husband before. He couldn't remember much about the man, other than the fact that he had given his younger self a case of the heebie jeebies and had green fire-like magic.

One would've thought that with witches and wizards and warlocks having the ability to do literal magic, they would've picked a wider range of colors for their magic to appear in. But not only was green the most popular color, it also was the only lead Rowan had in regards to finding his husband. The warlock hadn’t exactly left a name after saving them from the raid on their village and leaving putting a curse on his husband.

A pang of remorse shot through Rowan’s heart. He should’ve done something more to save him. He should’ve worked harder, done something to get Ian to stay, held onto him and never let go, found some way to undo the curse, something. Anything would’ve been better than letting him disappear.

But Rowan couldn’t focus on that now. Right now all he could do was focus on moving forward. The past was in the past and no matter how much it hurt, there was nothing he could do to undo it. The most important thing was that he tried to fix his mistakes from the past and pray that Killian would forgive him when he finally found him again.

After spending nearly an entire day walking around asking about warlocks with green magic, Rowan set out to the next town to try and find out if anyone there knew the answer. It was longer than he thought it would’ve been, he hadn’t realized how little he and Killian had actually travelled after getting married. They had liked the idea of settling down, maybe adopting a little girl in a year or so if they could...

Rowan sighed softly to himself. “I’ll get you back Ian... I don’t care how long it takes me, I’ll find you again.”

As the sun began to set, Rowan walked to the nearest inn to find a place to stay for the night. No matter how much he wanted to keep searching, he would be no good to Killian if he froze to death setting out on the cold roads at night. And he’d be even less help if he tried to push forward sleep deprived and hungry.

After booking a room and setting down his belongings he headed down to the tavern at the base floor of the inn. He didn’t want anything to drink, neither him or Killian cared for it, but right now, Rowan just needed to be around people. The thought of being alone with his thoughts at the moment... It was just too much for him to handle.

He sat in one of the booths in the back, just watching the people go by and twisting the wedding ring on his finger. Somehow he had to find someone that knew the warlock. And then he’d be able to get his husband back.

Meanwhile, across the land, the matching ring was being twisted around another’s finger.

“It can’t stay on forever boy,” The warlock scowled as he glared at his mortal bodyguard. “The metal will interfere with the magic.”

“I still don’t see why it’s necessary for me to learn magic in the first place,” Killian shot back, continuing to twist the ring around his finger. “Wouldn’t that just make it easier for me to escape from here?”

The warlock laughed. “Like I would teach you anything useful enough to help you escape.”

Killian glared at the ground, twisting the ring around his finger a little faster, as if to remind himself that it was still actually there.

“Besides, you entered a magical contract when you shook my hand all those years ago child. And no matter how powerful you may get, there’s no way to break a magical contract. You swore to be my faithful bodyguard for the rest of your mortal life in exchange for helping you and your little boyfriend-”

“Husband,” Killian intergected, though the warlock just continued on like he hadn’t said anything at all.

“-out of that burning village.”

“That you were attacking.”

“I never said magical contracts were always fair, or that the circumstances under which they were formed was always perfect, just that there’s no way to break them,” The warlock smirked, and it took nearly all of Killian’s willpower not to step forward and punch him square across the jaw.

Not that it would actually do any damage to the warlock himself of course. There were safe guards against that. Any physical harm Killian tried to enact on the warlock would end up rebounding back on him, whether he tried to physically attack him or poison his food. Killian had had to learn that one the hard way.

“What does any of this have to do with me needing to learn magic?” Killian asked.

“You can’t be my bodyguard and not know how to protect me against magical attacks as well as physical ones. Otherwise you’d just be a little human flesh shield and you’d be dead after a few hits, and that’s really not fun for anyone involved.”

Killian glanced down at the ring on his finger once again. He had no idea where he was, or where Rowan was, if there was any hope of seeing him again, or even if Rowan would want to see him after all this. It was possible that Rowan would want nothing to do with him after all was said and done. After all, he was the one that had left him. Killian couldn’t blame him if Rowan had wanted to move on. To find a less cursed husband. He had said from the beginning that accepting the warlock’s deal was a bad idea and yet he had taken him up on it anyways.

The warlock scowled, impatient. “Look boy, either you can take the ring off now, or I can take it off for you, and since you can still learn counterspells with nine fingers, I’d suggest you take it off of your own violition that way you can keep all your fingers and that stupid metal band.”

Killian hesitated for a moment before slipping the ring off his finger and slipping it into his pocket. He felt as if he was betraying Rowan somehow, dishonoring his husband by taking off his wedding ring, especially under the circumstances. But he didn’t have much of a choice. It was either take the ring off or let the warlock take it from him forever, and at least this way he’d still be able to hang onto it.

“Alright fine then, teach me your countercurses or whatever, I’ll bite,” Killian said, his voice unwavering despite the way he felt inside.

The warlock smiled. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” his hands lit up, green glowing orbs floating in each one. “Now it’s time for the real work to begin.”

Author's Note: Haha, okay, so funny story, I was writing this because of this one anon and as I got to this point I realized it was a pretty good stopping point and since people are actually still interested in this I figured I'd finish the story and then lo and behold I realized that I should probably break the story up a little more, so there WILL BE a part three which I will link HERE when I find it and potentially a part four depending on how part three goes. I promise it will eventually have a happy ending and I'll tag the same people I did for this part in part 3 as well as anyone that reblogs or comments on either part one or part 2 (unless you don't want me to, then I totally get it, just lmk I won't be offended) Anyways, thanks for reading this far and hopefully part 3 will come out soon!

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deathbxnny · 1 year ago

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YQ's Mother Requestor Anon here! [Figured it's probably time I say that...]

Since people want a happy ending/alternate for the JY executes YQ's Mother request, I'm here to deliver! So the happy ending is that an older version of YQ makes a deal with the Aeon of Finality Terminus [Who theoretically can travel though and back in time] and becomes Terminus' Emanator in exchange of saving his mother/placing her body in hibernation to heal and regenerate.

But where exactly? Well, none other than Mr. Luocha's coffin! Older!YQ happens to be the person that Luocha promised so he has to run this errand and delivered the coffin to the Luofu, quite the plot twist don't you think?

How YQ's Mother!Reader awakens is at the Stellaron crisis, thanks to the overflowing power of the Stellaron that sped her recovery.

And oh yeah, they don't know it was Future!YQ that made it all happen until the Current!YQ does so, effectively a time loop/paradox.

[I hope ppl like this ending ^w^]

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A/N: Hello anon! Thank you for this phenomenal request! I love it! Also I'm sorry for the wait, I'm admittedly kinda burnt out with hsr haha, but anyhow, I hope this will be okay!

(OG Post to this here.)

Content: Angst, mentions of reincarnation, time travel, good ending, hurt/comfort, mentions of past death of reader, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns, but is reffered to as Yanqing's mother!

((Not fully proofread))

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Yanqing found out about what happened to his mother on complete accident. He had overheard it one night on his birthday, where Jing Yuan drunkenly told his brother how much he regretted everything he had done to them. And especially to poor Yanqing, who had to grow up without his dear mother. What made it even worse, was the realisation, that his mentor was his father all along.

Yanqing wasn't the same afterwards, as he began looking for any information he could find on what happened. He quickly learned that his entire life was a lie and it hurt. It hurt so much, that it nearly killed him from the heartbreak. And the trust he had in his mentor, or father to be exact, was completely gone.

When he confronted Jing Yuan about this, the man only sunk deeper into his depression, his fears finally becoming his reality. He explained everything to Yanqing and didn't stop him from leaving afterwards, as he knew he deserved to be left by his own son as punishment. Jing Yuan knew it would happen and eventually just accepted his fate, until he resigned from his duties altogether due to the heartbreak.

Yanqing on the other hand, was determined to find a way to bring his family back together. And after making a deal with the Aeon of Finality and becoming an Emanator, he was finally able to achieve his goals and turn back time. He didn't know if it would work, but he also just wanted to see his mother and father happy again. So he accepted his fate, as time turned back and everything went into action.

Back in the past, a certain merchant doctor was hauling around a coffin through the crowd of scared citizens, researchers and guards. He was mildly annoyed, mainly due to having been stuck somewhere earlier and only getting out through a cloud night and a mysterious man, but alas, he finally made it to his destination. The young man he spoke to regarding the delivery, told him to bring it to the general of the Xianzhou Luofu, something that did confuse Luocha a little at first. But he didn't care enough to question it either.

Setting down the coffin infront of some confused guards and a young blonde boy, who looked equally as baffled, the merchant simply asked for his pay and left. Yanqing asked a couple guards to get his mentor, as he carefully inspected the coffin in thought. He couldn't recall any mention of it and couldn't think of a reason for it's existence either. Jing Yuan seemed to share the same sentiment, as he and Yanqing shared a confused look.

The coffin was brought into a different room away from everyone, so that the two could have a closer look at it without endangering anyone. As Yanqing and Jing Yuan talked about what possibly could be it's purpose, the lid suddenly moved. Both of them jumped at this, a couple guards immideatly drawing their swords alongside Yanqing, who were halted by the general. They were all suspicious of it, as it arrived very closely after the Stellaron incident and were sick of surprises today.

But it seemed like life was in for more drama, when the lid began lifting again and a hand weakly reached out, as a soft voice asked for help. A voice Jing Yuan immideatly recognised. All colour left his face, as he stumbled forward in panic and pushed the entire lid fully off. Yanqing gasped in surprise at his mentors sudden action, quickly reaching his side with his swords to make sure nothing hurts him. But what he saw in the coffin, made him freeze.

It was you, Jing Yuan just knew it was. Especially when he cradled you close to his chest and let his apologies flow out of his mouth endlessly. He didn't know how this was possible or why you were back, but he just wanted to hold you. You were still quite weak and could only weakly hold onto him too, gently telling him that it was okay, before your eyes fell onto Yanqing. You immideatly knew who he was and gave him a smile, gently asking him to come closer. He was confused, asking Jing Yuan who you were, which made you answer for him.

You were his mother. The person he had only heard stories of. Who's death was never explained to him. He didn't know how to feel, just letting you hug him and it somehow felt familiar. Like he just knew you were telling the truth through the hug alone. Jing Yuan then told him the truth about everything. It was the first time Yanqing saw him so weak and emotional, practically begging for you both to forgive him.

The boy was confused and felt even a little betrayed for a moment, but was stopped by you gently telling him that it was okay. That it might take a moment for you to trust him again, but that you're just happy to have your family together again. And Yanqing supposed that for the beginning, he'd accept that too.

It was ultimately unknown how you were able to reincarnate and with time, you three decided to just forget it and live out your life's as the family you deserved to be.

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A/N: Okay so this was a long one... I hope it was okay, because I'm not only really burnt out, but also horribly sleep deprived, so I can only pray that any of this is coherent. Thank you again for the request Anon!<33

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miseries-mistress · 2 years ago

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PRIORITIES | EDDIE MUNSON

Synopsis: Priorities: the fact or condition of being regarded or treated as more important.

Those kids- Mike, Dustin, Lucas- are your top priority. Everything you do is for the sake of their happiness and well-being. That's why you are now caught in the middle. Either go to Lucas's championship basketball game and make the entire Hellfire club disappointed in you, or attend Hellfire and make Lucas feel even worse than Steve, of all people, is the only one willing to attend. You picked Lucas and the kids, including your boyfriend, are less than pleased with your choice.

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, lousy writing (i seriously don't like this one. this is awful, please don't read. i have no excuse for the bad writing. the ending is better than the beginning. i will re-write this in the near future, I promise), slight angst, eventual fluff, happy ending, eddie being a dick for most of it. W/C: 2,550

Note: don't read this. literally don't until I re-write. i just had to publish something today.

In normal circumstances, attending Hellfire with the rest of the gang was an easy choice, especially nearing the end of the campaign. However, Mike and Dustin weren't the only ones that mattered.

The kids, as rambunctious as they are, are the highlight of your day. Since battling interdimensional creatures, your priorities have shifted to the kids' safety. Or that's what it started as; then to their well-being, then their happiness, and at this point, you were more of a legal guardian to them than their own parents, well you and Steve.

So, when Lucas begged you to attend his championship game, you agreed with a smile on your face. You knew by heart that it was on the same night as Hellfire, but your decision became even more concrete when Lucas explained to you that everyone else, including Max, had declined the invitation. Your heart had sunk to your stomach, and you pulled Lucas into a tight hug, reassuring him that you would always be there. To which he graciously accepted and thanked you again.

That decision left you to elucidate to Eddie, your boyfriend, why you couldn't attend- in Eddie's opinion- one of the most important days of his life.

You were caught in the middle, and you hated every second of it.

Mike and Dustin were the first to catch wind of your "betrayal," and they cornered you while you swapped textbooks from your backpack to your locker.

"What do you mean you're not coming to be at Hellfire tonight?" Mike's stiffened posture, rapid foot tapping, and clenched jaw gave it away that he was mad. "This is the end of Eddie's campaign!"

"Yeah, I know, but Eddie won't postpone it, so I have no choice."

"You do have a choice! Hellfire is more relevant than Lucas's game, anyway! It's not like he actually plays!" Mike cried, throwing his arms out. Dustin's mouth dropped, and his pale blue pupils dilated at Mike's choice of words, backing up to avoid your wrath. Dustin knew firsthand how defensive you get over them, and to witness it first hand was something, but to be on the receiving end was guilt stirring.

"I have attended Hellfire ever since I started dating Eddie. That's seven months of never missing a single day. And apparently, this is difficult to understand, but I need to be there for Lucas, too- to support him. You're not the only person in my life. You, of all people, should know that." You huff, shaking your head. "Plus, the fact that you so blatantly shut him down when he tried to invite you to something that matters to him. You've also never been to a single game, not a single one, Mike. Friends support each other, and I know damn well that Lucas has been there for you. It's basic human decency to return the favor."

You rub your forehead as you feel the beginning of a headache form. "I'm going to Lucas's game whether you, Mike, like it or not. This is important to him."

Mike throws his hands in the air and saunters away in a huff. Dustin peers behind him at Mike's figure as he vanishes behind a corner. He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you turn to look at him, his gaze holding a profound weight.

"I know you're caught in the middle, and I'm sorry. You do the most for us, and it's a shame how Mike can't see that right now."

Dustin pulls you into a hug, and you return it as his face sinks into your shirt. You admire that Dustin can see clearly in situations and not be clouded by emotion. It makes conversing with him easy and pleasant, not worrying if your following words will set him off into a frenzy.

"Thank you," you whisper. Dustin offers you one last smile before he follows Mike in the direction he ran off to. Once Dustin is out of sight, you bang your head against your locker, letting it rest on the cold metal.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you're trying to induce a concussion." Eddie jokingly remarks, halting next to you.

"It's tempting sometimes."

Eddie pulls you into a side hug, kissing the crown of your head while you melt into his loving embrace. You can smell the thick scent of whatever cologne he uses, weed, cheap deodorant, and sweat clinging to the jacket you're sure he's never washed. He rubs his ringed hand up and down your spine before placing another chaste kiss on your forehead, stepping back.

"Can I…talk to you?" You gesture to the classroom behind you, one that is notoriously deserted. A crease appears in between his eyebrows before he nods.

—

"You're what?" Eddie clamors. You moved to the empty classroom and sat down while Eddie paced in front of you. The overhead lights remained off, but light snuck in from underneath the door.

"Eddie-"

"No, don't, "Eddie" me. I wanna know why you're going to that little twerp's game instead of witnessing the grand ending of our campaign!" Eddie exasperatedly throws his arms in the air, pacing around the room.

"Eds. I've asked you to postpone it, and you said no. So you left me with no choice!"

"Because I didn't think you were off to a shitty ball game!" You scowl at Eddie, your arms folding over your chest as you lean back in your chair.

"I want to be there and support Lucas. This means a lot to him."

Eddie simply didn't understand. He didn't understand why your priorities lie with a freshman who he's seen you talk to in passing at school, over him and what he's worked so hard and long for. He couldn't comprehend why Lucas could take precedence just because this game was somehow different. His irritation only grew as he dwelled within his thoughts.

You knew that he wouldn't understand; he never would. You built a bond with those kids through blood, sweat, tears, and heartache. You've grown protective of them after witnessing death and pain many times over. The Upside Down left you with hefty emotional scars, including keeping the people you care about most close to protect them from harm. That was something you could not, and you would not explain to him. Mainly because you didn't want to involve him in the shithole of the Upside Down and everything that came with it.

Eddie swung his bag over his shoulder and stalked out of the classroom without another word. Your head fell into your hands as you heard the door slam and a single tear rolled down your cheek.

—

You spent the rest of the day in a daze; crawling through your classes without Eddie talking to you made it feel like they dragged on for hours. He sat in his usual spot next to you, but his gaze never faltered to where you were seated, leaving the pages of your notebook unusually plain without his doodles and writing.

When the last bell rang, Eddie shot out of his seat, not bothering to wait for you as he exited.

Since Steve insisted that he accompany you to the game, you met up with him after school for dinner. It was a delicious meal and a great chance to catch up on what had happened during the previous month, especially regarding Eddie's and Mike's reactions from today.

Thirty minutes before the game began, you had returned to the school with Steve. The plastic bleachers provided you with decent seats as you crammed into the gym.

When the teams began warming up, Lucas, almost anxiously, began scanning the crowd. His eyes landed on yours, and his brooding expression was replaced with an elated and relieved one. You waved at him and nudged Steve in the ribs to do the same. Lucas's grin broadened as he tentatively waved back. You could see the relief wash over his face when he saw that you didn't break your promise. It pained you that he expected the worst; he expected you to break your word because he's experienced that all too many times in his life. Nevertheless, it drove home the point that this was the right choice despite the backlash you received from it.

The players took to their positions on the court, and with the blow of the whistle, the game started. For the entirety of the game, Steve continued to explain how basketball worked when he noticed your confused expressions, and you could safely say that you were getting the hang of it in the third quarter.

The last quarter, you spent, surprisingly, on the edge of your seat. You became familiar with the sound of shoes squeaking, the ball slapping against the floor, and the uproar of cheers every time someone scored.

You erupted in cheers with the rest at Lucas's buzzer-beater shot and proudly watched as his team swarmed around him, congratulating him. Then, you and Steve filled out with the rest of the people excitedly chittering, said goodbye to each other, and parted just as Lucas and his jockey friends exited the building, whooping and cheering like mad men with Lucas in the center.

Lucas scanned the parking lot until his eyes met yours. They lit up in an instant, and he came jogging over to you as you perched yourself against your car. You pushed off and met Lucas in the middle, engulfing him in a tight hug. Despite being sweaty and pumped with adrenaline, he snuggled further into your embrace as you praised him for the game. A warm and prideful feeling filled Lucas at your words of praise. You were proud of him, and that kind of praise from a parental figure did wonders for his ego. He would do it all again if it meant you would say such flattering words to him.

Jason, however, missed the heartwarming moment and put a hand on your shoulder, ending your and Lucas's hug.

You scowl at him, crossing your arms over your chest. "What?" You shake his hand off you, and he looks down, slightly hurt by your rejection.

"We have an after party. I was wondering if you would like to join Sinclair and me since you two seem...close."

You ignore him and place a hand on Lucas's shoulder. "If you need a ride home, I'm one call away. I'll come to pick you up no problem, okay?"

Lucas glances between you and Jason before he nods, offering you a reassuring smile. "Thank you, but I'm good."

You smile and pat his shoulder, turning the other way toward your car. Jason stole one last glance at you, his eyes raking over your figure as he walked to his car with a frown, Lucas trailing behind him.

In the next second, footsteps pounded against the pavement, steadily growing louder as they near you. You turn around as Eddie comes to a stop in front of you, gulping air greedily into his lungs, one arm leaning against the roof of your car.

"How was the campaign?" you ask, clasping your hands together as you lean against the car.

"It was good, yeah, uh...Henderson explained things to me." Eddie rubbed his nape nervously, his back facing your car. Your head shot up, and your jaw slacked. Out of all the things Dustin could have said about the situation, you didn't expect him to tell the whole truth. The fact that Eddie seems so calm about it is throwing you through a loop. You know Dustin has virtuous intentions, but this is just out of character, even for him.

"He..." Eddie began, trying to form his thoughts before he spoke. "He told me how you've known him, Mike, and Lucas since they were seven, and you've always taken care of them. He even said that you're like their parent in a way and that you always put them first and take care of them. So, I'm sorry for acting the way that I did. I get why Lucas is so important to you."

You breathed a sigh of relief. You would have to thank Dustin later.

"You were a real dick earlier, Eddie."

"I know, and you tried to explain it to me, but I didn't listen, sorry," he mutters the last part sheepishly.

You sigh and tilt your head back. The stars flicker above you as they speckle the infinite black sky. Your eternal gratitude is extended to Dustin for not spilling the whole truth about how your relationship with them came to be and grew. But you also realize how strange you must have seemed to Eddie, just wanting to attend a freshman basketball game because you wanted to be there for someone. In light of your explanation, or lack thereof, it makes sense why he would be so frustrated. "I forgive you."

Eddie's eyes gleamed with relief. "Thank you, pretty."

"Now, tell me what happened tonight?" You throw your arms over Eddie's shoulder, clasping your hands behind his head and under his wild tangle of curls. He grins, his eyes lighting up in exhilaration.

"Henderson and Sinclair's younger sister defeated Vecna," Eddie proudly declares. You lean in and peck his lips, your mouth unfurling into your own grin.

"That's amazing– wait, Erica was there?"

Eddie cocks his head to the side, his face riddled with confusion. "Yeah, why, you know her?"

"Yeah, I do. Erica's something all right. Incredibly sassy and confident, but with a good heart."

"You really are something, you know that. Seeing the good and people and all that shit." You chuckle, bowing your head in embarrassment as your fingers trace circles on the back of his neck.

"Sorry again for not making it to Hellfire." Eddie watches how your lips are dragged into a frown, regret and guilt filling your features.

"'S okay, I get it now. Sorry for giving you so much shit about it earlier, but you need to support Sinclair like you support us. It makes sense to me. Plus, we have a smaller campaign for the last two months of school. You'll be there, right?"

"Mhm." you untangle your hands from Eddie's neck. "Wanna go to your place?"

"No need to ask twice, sweet thing."

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sevikasangel · 2 years ago

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𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

pairing: yandere!vi x reader

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭: headcanons

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stalking, obsession, angst, gaslighting, bondage.

♡ due to her traumatic past, vi would be very protective over her girlfriend. it all would start with the little things. she'd either be holding your hand or wrapping her arm around your waist when you're both in public. the flirty glances you'd attract would never fail to pinch vi's nerve.

♡ she was just too scared of something bad happening to her darling. the mere thought of someone harming you, stealing you away from her tormented her cloudy mind.

"stick to my side, baby. they're staring at you again. the fuck do they want? can't they see that you're mine? huh!? babe, of course i gotta get nervous, what if they wanna hurt you? it's dangerous down here, sweetheart. i must protect you."

♡ in many occasions, you would need to calm down vi so she wouldn't get physical with people who went so far as only glancing your direction. a couple times, you couldn't stop her and the poor people ended up passed out on the dirty ground with a bloody face.

♡ vi would develop a very bad habit of stalking you. whenever you went out without her, she'd lurk in the shadows, mingling with zaun's cold nights as a stray cat. silently, sickly.

♡ when she found out about a close friend you had, vi flipped. she yelled at you, accusing you of lying, of wanting to leave her for them...she grabbed your arm, forced you to glance into her glossy eyes as she panted heavily. you hid your friendship from vi because truthfully you were scared of her. you were scared of what she could do to your friend. you were scared she'd make you leave them.

"you're mine, (y/n). i'll never let anyone else have you. you're all mine. do you understand me? you're mine forever. no one else's."

♡ you despised accompanying vi to the last drop because you knew there would always be problems arising. when the drunks couldn't keep their hands to themselves, vi would turn into a beast. at the beginning of your relationship, you felt safe and happy around her, like she was your protector. however, now you felt scared.

"touch her again and i will snap your neck, twat."

♡ though it was when you approached vi about a break up that your nightmare truly began. she just stood there, glaring at you coldly, slowly letting your words sink in. you wanted to leave her. if the thought wasn't outrageous, vi would even deem it as funny. the corner of her lips would curve up in a smile and she would eventually just chuckle. it was low and dry. she was pissed. you'd never be able to forget the intensity of the shivers that went up your spine.

"the fuck did you just say, princess? would you like to repeat that? leaving? (y/n)...are you planning on leaving me...? god, this makes me sick to my stomach! please...please don't leave me! please don't abandon me, (y/n)...don't replace me. you said you loved me, (y/n). i'm all you need right, sweetheart?"

"sweetheart, there's no way out. you said you loved me, you promised me you'd marry me! oh, baby girl...you aren't leaving me. you can't. if you aren't mine, you ain't gonna be no one else's. i am fucking crazy about you."

♡ the fight would end up with vi drugging your water. you'd never expect such a move from her, you trusted her enough to drink it. you could never imagine she'd go as far as this. but you were mistaken. with the world around you spinning, you couldn't do much more than whining and whimpering as you felt vi carrying you into the bedroom, whispering sweet nothings to you through her rushed and tense voice.

"it's okay, baby. you don't need anyone else. you have me. you aren't leaving me. i love you so much...you can't leave me, (y/n). i promise i will take good care of you."

♡ when you woke up again, you were terrified to notice you were chained to the bed with a gag in your mouth. vi was laying by your side, stroking your cheek with a sad look on her face. she looked rather offended when you tried to pull your face away and protest. vi held your face still, surprisingly delicate.

"hey...hey, don't do that. look at me. i said look at me, (y/n)...good girl. i promise i'm gonna make everything okay. i'm gonna take good care of you, like i always did. why were you so ungrateful to me, sweetheart? it doesn't matter now, baby. i'm gonna make you feel like none of this ever happened. i promise you."

"i might be extremely jealous and possessive...but i promise you one thing, baby girl...i would kill and die for you. i love you."

"you're not getting untied until you learn your lesson, princess. you will only get out of this bedroom when you prove me that i can trust you. i am gonna make you love me again, (y/n)."

#lesbian #arcane netflix #arcane vi #vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #league of legends x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #vi headcanons

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mais-nerdy-corner · 2 years ago

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❝𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖌𝖊𝖘❞

Synopsis: Liyue has changed immensely since the last time we saw it. Lanterns has been replaced by LED lights, traditional style building replaced with skyscraper and contemporary architecture, and dirt paths now covered by asphalt and concrete roads. As the changes in Liyue happened so fast and couldn't be reversed, how would the Adepti feel and handle it if they lived till this day?

Pairing: Various x Reader

Genre: Angst with little bit of fluff (?)

Note: Please excuse my terrible execution on this idea compared to the amazing masterpiece that somehow inspired this piece!

Oh god, how old Zhongli is probably now? The last time we saw him he was over 6000, maybe now he is...

Anyways, throughout the years he has gone through many names and forms but eventually settled back to Zhongli.

Works as a history teacher at a college/school, and his students are either bored to death with his lectures or completely fascinated with his vast knowledge regarding Liyue's history. Istg to the students who ignored his lectures, cut this man some slack bruv, he lived all this time just to be able to tell you Liyue's complete history and you're not even paying attention?!

Okay, author's done malding now (not really)

Okay but how does he feels about the changes that has happened to Liyue?

Well, he knew that these changes are inevitable and Liyue couldn't stay the same way forever. It's just that...

He is saddened upon the fact that nobody seems to have any respect to the Adepti anymore (maybe except for historians or old people). Kids nowadays doesn't seem to feel obligated to respect the Adepti just because they're just legends.

The time of the Adepti may have ended a long time ago, but he still hopes that someone will remember their service.

Ganyu has been a long time secretary of the Liyue Qixing and the people around her advised her to retire and just enjoy her life, but she insisted to keep on working "for the sake of Liyue's future" she said.

For sure, Ganyu has the most experience being in the Liyue Qixing so she trained most of her newer co-workers. Some of her younger and most recent co-workers doesn't believe that she's actually a half-adeptus. They think that her horns are just some weird cosplay horns that Liyue Qixing somehow allowed her to wear around. Poor Ganyu :(

Ganyu may seem to do well in life, but there is one thing that she misses dearly. Singing Liyue ballads to wild Glaze Lilies. They are now almost impossible to find, some even say that they are extinct. The only kind she can find is the ones that are "genetically engineered". People nowadays would always say do this to conserve this, do this conserve that, but how could they let such a beautiful and extremely ancient flower go extinct just like that?

Sometimes, Ganyu hopes that people would keep their promises and live up to their words.

Bonus: Cloud Retainer may come out of her abode on Mt. Aocang and take on a human form to see what Liyue has become for herself. As she observed Ganyu from afar, she noticed this group of kids who seem to simp over her every time she comes home from work. Intrigued by their actions, she decided to approach them and started telling stories about Ganyu's childhood. Even though they find her way of speech very unusual, they are still happy to listen to what she has to say.

On one occasion, they collectively decided to approach her and tell her about the things Cloud Retainer has told them. "Hey, Miss Ganyu? There was this lady by the name of... was it Cloud Retainer or something...? I don't know, but she once told us about how you managed to choke a giant monster to death just by doing something. I forgot, but it sounded so awesome! Can you tell us a--"

Ganyu was visibly flustered when the little kid brought it up and told them not to ever talk about it again.

Xiao has protected Liyue for centuries and many people have said that his services are no longer needed, but he insisted on doing it to honor his contract with Rex Lapis even after his supposed death. But time has changed, there are no more enemies that need to be killed in this day and age. Hilichurls, Geovishaps, even Abyss Mages, they all have vanished. Now, his Primordial Jade Winged-Spear is nothing but a relic to his struggles.

Museums has opened up showcasing the remnants of the mobs that once roamed Teyvat. Some believed that they once existed, some believe they never existed in the first place (basically the same case with us and dinosaurs). Little do they know, an Adeptus who once fought them daily is standing among them in the crowd, silently ridiculing their opinion.

Jueyun Karst has become a nature reserve and national park, and only a few people are allowed to enter at a time, considered it is once the realm of the adepti of Liyue, or so they thought. The adepti notably Moon Carver, Cloud Retainer, and Mountain Shaper still live here till this day. Except when guests arrive, sometimes they will come out of their abodes and watch from a distance.

Xiao may say that the changes happening to Liyue means nothing to him. But something that always lingers in his head is how he has gotten so far in life. Since there is no longer a need to protect Liyue from monsters anymore, Xiao began to question his purpose in life. But after meeting and getting assurance from Zhongli, now he can enjoy his life and rediscover his childlike wonder, his innocence that got taken away too early in life.

Yanfei is probably the Adeptus who can adapts the most to Liyue's change, maybe because she's the youngest out of the bunch. The best legal advisor you can get in Liyue as she's aware of every change that has happened and her excellent memorization of the law.

Till this day, her least favorite case to deal with are civil suits. She has a reasonable right to dislike these kind of case because as time goes on, cases like this gets more and more difficult.

Sometimes, Yanfei wonders why would someone go to extreme lengths and fake a case in hopes of gaining something from it? What was their ulterior motive to do such things? These questions is something that she'll never understand.

[Author's Note]: I wrote Yanfei's part in a rush since I don't have much to say, my phone is running out of battery, I need to sleep soon and law stuff is not my thing, bear with me :')

Publication date: June 24th 2022

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin ganyu #ganyu x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #genshin yanfei #yanfei x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin angst #genshin impact angst

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atiny-exol · 3 years ago

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Straykids: Having a big fight with their partner for the first time/how they would apologise

Genre: angst, hurt and comfort

Warning(s): angst

A/N: I hope you enjoy it!!

Tags: @multidreams-and-desires; @writingstuffandmore; @felixleftfeet

Chan

I think you will rarely argue with him, but there are times in your relationship were neither you or him can hold back

The first big argument you both had, was about him coming home late

Of course, you were just worried and wanted him to rest..so he doesn't overwork himself

But Chan would be so mad at you. Why would you say something like that? Work is important to him, music is important to him and his working time isn't even that bad

He raised his voice at you, something he never did and it would make you sad and angry. In the end you just wanted the best for him so why would he yell at you?

Chan leaves you, deciding to go to the studio again. there he calmed down and tried to write something and produce some tracks

But it didn't work, he couldn't focus on it

After he calmed down he would instantly regret what he said and what he did. He never meant to raise his voice.

He also would come home again and talk with you about it. Approaches you softly, and if you want it he will give you space. He knew that he was an asshole

He realised that he was mad at you for telling him the truth. The truth that he is overworked and that he should take a break.

He apologised to you while sitting with you on the bed and talk eith you about it. You can't even remember how often he said sorry. But he also promised to not let something like this escalate like that again.

Happy and relieved when you forgive him, also is gonna cuddle you after that.

And then he is going to seriously work in his working schedule.

"No you are the one not understanding y/n!" His voice got louder and louder with each word making you flinch softly. It went unnoticed by him, but after that you didn't say anything just nodded at his words. "Why are you not saying anything now huh? You know I'm right?" Again you just nod at his question, before you watched him turning around. "I'm leaving, don't wait for me."

Felix

It was something small that made the whole situation so worse, you both can't remember what exactly it was. That just shows how ridiculous the argument was at the first place.

Both of you raised their voices, both of yiu threw hurtful comments at eachother

It was a mess, a whole mess created by some stupid things that went wrong at your day

Both of you felt guilty, but Felix would be the one to apologise first

He needed some time, maybe even a night to calm down again and think about it

Would feel very guilty and sorry and doesn't know what to do

Eventually asks Chan for advice and ends up infront of you with some flowers.

Apologises and tries to make it up to you, tells you that he should have never said such words and that he regrets it. Probably some tears too

And you did that too, in the end you did the same and both of you talked about the whole situation

Would make it up to you with taking you out and having a nice and dun date with you

"I..I know you maybe don't want ro hear that y/n." Felix mumbled and lowered the hand he holds the flowers in. "But I'm sorry for what I said...really. I.. I don't know why I said these words. I was such an asshole." He said, a soft sob leaving his mouth, making you melt instantly. Your arms closed around his waist and you placed your head on his shoulder. "It's okay lixie..I want to say sorry too.. I.. I'm not innocent either."

Changbin

You went out with some friends of yours, it got a little bit later than planned and it was all fun until you noticed a few missed calls and messages on your phone

As soon as you called back you were greeted with an angry changbin asking where the heck you are

You didn't have any of it and hang up right in the middle of his speech.

You told him you would go out with some friends so why would he be like that? Is he your parents? No.

So when you went back home that night, you were greeted with an even angrier Changbin.

And tipsy you just blurred out eat you thought earlier.

"I told you I would go out changbin! I'm old enough to stay out late, I'm not 12! Who are you my dad? Because he would do the same as you and its annoying."

The words hit him really bad and he looked at you with big eyes, realising his mistake

He didn't even deny it and just apologise right on the spot. He was just worried, but that wasn't a reason to treat you like a baby.

Be prepared to get breakfast in bed the next morning, and qn apologetic look by him.

"Could you stop to behave like you are my dad and I'm a teenager? Im literally an adult Changbin." You yelled out louder than you wanted. In response your boyfriend looked at you with big eyes, but before words left his louth you went on. "Why are you treating me like I'm not able to go out once in a while? Am I that immature?" Quickly he shakes his nod. "N..no your not." "Then why do you behave like I am?" Slowly he looked down feeling ashamed of his own behaviour. "That's what I thought." You mumbled under your heavy breathing.

Jisung

Getting him to a point where he would be really angry at you is difficult, very difficult.

Sure he can sulk, but he doesn't argue often with you

Doesn't mean he would never

There was this one time where you forgot about the date night you both were supposed to have and of course hw would be angry about that

But then you came home and he confronted you, you were genuinely sorry for forgetting

Jisung on the other hand would just go on with his speech and how sad he is

Until you burst out what you thoight for quite some time now

He wasn't better, no he is the one always canceling your dates because of work and you always understood that

You knew what you got into with dating an idol

And know he is all mean and mad about this one mistake?

After you told him what you thought he would feel mad at himself

You were right and he knew that, he couldn't deny it

It would take you both one or two days until you decided to talk about it

He needed his time and so did you.

One day there would suddenly show up a letter infront of your door inviting you to a movie night with all your favourite movies

And of course you went into the living room just to see that jisung built a pillow fort

That's his way of saying sorry (and he also apologises later one and promised to make more time for you)

Giggling and eating some more of the Popcorn you focused on the movie, not realising that your boyfriend looked at you instead of the movie. "Sungie! Did you see that." You said excited and looked up to him, immediately being greeted with his warm brown eyes. Jisung nods at your question and smiles at you. "I think I just saw an angel" That made you hit him with on the pillows. "You are cheesy"

Minho

You felt insecure whenever he talked to a beautiful person, it made you question yourself

And you went jealous this one time and it made Minho mad

"That's ridiculous."

He made you feel like your insecurities are not valid that day and he never did that

It made you cry and sob infront of him

As soon as he sees those tears a wave of guilt overcomes him

He didn't mean to sound that rude, he was just fed up because you do not seem to notice how special you are to him

And he went to harsh on you

Would hug you and tell you tgat he is sorry even if he also says that a sorry won't be enough for what he did

Would also tear up

Holds you tight

You accepted his apology, not straight away but you did

And after that he would cuddle you endless and gift you some flowers

Also tells you how beautiful you are more often

"That's ridiculous y/n. It makes no sense at all, ehy would you feel like that just because I talked to them?" Minho said rolling his eyes in annoyance. Suddenly he is greeted with a sight he never saw before, you started to tear up. "W..why would you say something like this..you know exactly how I feel!" You sobbed out and turned around, making Minho feel guilty. His eyes are fixated on your shaking body and after some time he slowly tried to lay a hand on your shoulder. But you shrugged it off. "I think you did enough."

Hyunjin

He wasn't jealous. No he wasn't.

Okay maybe. And it made him mad at himself.

Why is he jealous at someone like your coworker?

He doesn't knownthay himself, but when you came back with this smile

He just lost it. He made some sarcastic and kind of rude comments till you had enough

Why is he behaving like a teenager suddenly? And you told him that, before telling that you would sleep at a friends place for today until he calmed down

It would shook him and are at the place you were a few seconds ago.

Texts you the next day that he would like to talk with you

Takes you to your favourite cafe, apologises there and tells you why he felt like it

And that he is ashamed of his own behaviour

If you forgive him it will end into a cute cafe date

"No I don't understand why you are like that right now Hyunjin." You finally snapped at him, annoyance and confusion laying in your voice. "Since I came back I got nothing more than this comments and it makes me mad. Who do you think you are of accusing me to flirt with someone while I'm dating you? Fuck, Hyunjin that's something kids in high-school do. I thought you are older than that." Shooked and not able to say something Hyunjin looked at you when you walked pass him. "Come back whenever you can behave like your age."

Seungmin

You both joked around and all of it was fun until your boyfriend said something very mean

He used one of the things you are very insecure about and it made you feel uncomfortable

But Seungmin wouldn't understand that at first and just ask why your mood changed so suddenly.

"...I just didn't know this joke would be too much."

And with that sentence the argument started

In the end you left him sitting in the kitchen while you went upstairs into the bedroom

Seungmin would take his time to reflect the things he has done and decides that he really went too far with the last joke

Prepares some tea for you and cooks your favourite meal before he approaches you again

Apologises to you while standing in the room in one hand the food and in the other the tea

Tries to find the right words, but stumbles on his own thoughts everytime he tries to apologise properly

It made you giggle slightly and eventually you would accept his apology

"Come on Seungmin, you are standing in the room like an idiot." You mumbled while you created some space next to you on the bed. The spot was gratefully taken by Seungmin and his cheek burned in a red color. "I'm sorry.. really..I shouldn't have said that." He hands you the tea and you kissed his cheek. "I'm not accepting this apology right now..you have to understand that you hurt me..but..of you stay that cute I might do." You said with a small smile, making your boyfriend smile as well.

Jeongin

You both are a sunshine couple, you never argue with eachother

Until now

He went jealous and didn't told you, so he just told you..you shouldn't go out with your friend

When you asked why? And he couldn't give you a good reason you went out with your friend

Right when you came home you face a sulking and mad jeongin

Who doesn't want to tell you what's so bad about going out with some friends

And you both started to argue about it because Jeongin wouldn't give you the real reason

After some time you really didn't want to have that conversation anymore

If he doesn't want to act like an adult you wouldn't talk with him

So you told him to sleep in the couch tonight

Jeongin actually would call one of his hyungs and talk with them..because he doesn't want to loose you because if this

And he never saw you that mad

..his Hyungs told him to be honest and he knew he would get that answer..he knew it himself but he was scared

What would you think of him?

It would be better than you being mad at him

So he would softly knock on the door until you open it

Apologies to you for being so childish and tells you the real reason why he didn't want you to go

And you were qctually surprised

"Next time tell me sooner Innie. Then I tell you that there is no one out there you have to be jealous about. No one is as sweet as you."

You both end up cuddling together in the bed

"I..I was jealous." He mumbled, making you lift an eyebrow up. "What did you say?" "Iwasjealous." Again you arched an eyebrow up, looking at Jeongin. "If you don't talk properly u can't understand you. So if you don't mind. I want ro go to bed now." You wanted to close the door but Jeongin stopped it with his foot. "I was jealous, okay?" Your boyfriend said this time louder than before. "And I didn't want you to think of me bad..that's why I didn't told you."

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bbyheedeungie · 3 years ago

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Tales of the ring | Orphan! Jay AU Part 1

Pairings: Jay x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, age gap (4 years)

Warnings: suggestive content, messy timeline

Synopsis: You've spent most of your lives together at a Catholic orphanage in a small town, with Jay being left there as an infant and you volunteering there since you were thirteen years old. Now twenty-three, every child in the orphanage looks up to you as their older sister. Well, except for that one stubborn kid named Jay.

You always tend to his cuts and bruises when he fell down after climbing on trees with his friends, but not after a long hour of bickering.

"Stop climbing trees if you're just gonna fall down!" You scold 9-year old Jay as you rummaged through the first aid kit.

"Just shut up and fix me up, woman." He demands, his arms crossed over his chest. You sigh.

"I'm just worried about you, okay? You could've broken a bone or something!" You reasoned with him. His eyes turns into slits, glaring at you.

"Are you calling me a wimp?" He challenges. Though it never crossed your mind, the thought of calling him a wimp was indeed amusing. You tried to suppress your laughter but it came out as a snort.

"Hey, I'm not a wimp. Drop it." Jay says, almost coming out as a whine. You nod, trying to calm yourself down from wanting to laugh. Cause you know Jay's going to end you if he even hears anything close to a giggle come out from your lips.

"Still as wimpy as ever, huh?" You teased him as you disinfected his wounded knees. He was sitting on the couch with you kneeled infront of him, and 16 year old Jay just can't seem to take his eyes off you.

Your lower lip is caught in between your teeth as you concentrated on his cuts, and Jay licks his own lips unconsciously.

At 20 years old, you have grown to be quite a lady, Jay notes. Beautiful, luscious hair that complimented the perfect features of your face, your body slightly plump in some places which gave you that womanly figure, dainty and gentle hands that cared for his wounds, any man would think of you as wife material. And Jay couldn't help but huff in annoyance at the thought of other men wanting you for themselves.

"And you're still as annoying as ever." He mutters before he pinched your cheeks hard, making you yelp in pain and involuntarily putting pressure on the cotton ball you were dipping onto his wound. Soon after, you were both crying from pain.

"How could you." He said in betrayal, clutching his wounded knee.

You always chased after him around the orphanage when he had a fever to make him take his medicine when he refused to drink them, dragging him by the back of his shirt to his room to make him rest.

"You can't just pull a stunt like that when I'm fixing up your cuts you dummy." You glared at him, massaging your reddened cheek.

"I don't want to stay in bed, woman. I wanna play outside!" 11-year old Jay huffs in annoyance, kicking off the blanket you've just placed on his body. You sighed and placed it back on him.

"Bold of you to call me a woman after I've just wrestled you at the lobby earlier." 15-year old you chuckled, remembering what you had to go through to make him go back to his room.

"Don't remind me, you were like a freaking hippo back there! Geez." Jay scrunches his nose and turns his back to you.

"You insufferable woman." He mutters as you tuck him into his bed. 18-year old Jay was just as irritable as ever, but only when it came to you.

"Yeah yeah." You rolled your eyes at him dismissively as you placed a cold compress to his forehead. He's such a big baby.

"Stop being a jerk for once and learn to take care of yourself, will you?" You scold him, leaning in to fix the position of his pillow. Jay's heartbeat goes nuts, with your body so close above him. He could just grab you by the waist then and there and hold you tight. Your feminine scent was so alluring, filling up his senses, your skin translucent in the moonlight shining through the windows and he even caught a glimpse of your cleavage through your thin, white dress shirt.

Shit, shit, shit. He thinks, fisting his blanket tightly. His cheeks glowed crimson red, but thankfully you thought it was just because of the fever.

Rest assured, Jay wasn't all that bad as others make him out to be, and you strongly believe this. You remember that one night, it was your fourteenth birthday but you didn't bother telling anyone. You didn't want to burden the sisters, and your family didn't care much about it either. But Jay did. He cared, and he remembered.

You sat on the roof, your secret hiding place, as you admired the starry sky. But it's not really a secret when Jay knows about it. The ten year old boy climbed up, grunting as he struggled keeping his balance. You flinched at the sound and panicked, but it immediately died down when you saw it was just him. He quietly sat beside you.

Silence took over as you sighed in content, taking in the peaceful evening.

"Happy birthday." Jay said, almost a whisper. Your head turns to him and he immediately looks the other way, refusing to meet your eyes.

"Thank you, Jay." You said in gratitude, not bothering to hide your smile. He still refused to look your way as he held out his fist.

"What is it?" You asked in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows at his closed hand. He sighs, taking your hand in his as he placed something cold and hard on your palm.

"It's for you." He says. You gasped, taking in the shiny object encrusted with tiny jewels that glinted in the moonlight.

"Jay, where did you get this?" You ask him, bewildered.

"The sisters said they found that ring in my pocket when they found me outside the door of the orphanage the night that they took me in. It's my most precious possession. In fact, it's my only possession." He says, laughing lightly as he looked up at the sky.

"Must be an heirloom, maybe you came from a wealthy family! Jay, I can't accept this. This is important to you!" You exclaimed, holding the ring back to him.

You're important to me. He thinks.

"Maybe, but they've left me here haven't they?" He simply shrugs.

"But why give it to me?" You asked, holding the ring close to your chest. Jay rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

"Hey, no more questions. I gave it to you as a birthday gift, so you better treasure it. Good night." He says and prepares to climb down, leaving you dumbfounded.

At nineteen, Jay was the oldest at the orphanage. He never got adopted, and younger kids would pick on him because of it.

"You never got adopted because your a weirdo."

"They can probably sense that you're useless."

But Jay being Jay, he'd beat them up everytime just because their faces annoy him. And you'd be the one to ask for forgiveness for his sake everytime he got in trouble. You knew him well enough to know that although he'd never admit it out loud, seeing other kids like Jungwon and Sunoo get adopted while he gets left behind hurt him more than it should.

"I'm very sorry for Jay's actions, please don't send him away." You begged to the Mother Superior's feet, and Jay couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Not of you, but of himself for having you go through all this for him.

"Noona, please you don't have to do this." He tells you softly, for once as he tries pulling you up to your feet but you just won't budge.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I know you have grown quite close to Jay for the past ten years. But he is now of legal age he can't just keep hurting minors." The mother superior, which is the head of the orphanage states.

"Jay promises he won't do it again, please." You continue to plead, at this point you were so close at kissing the sister's feet if that'll make them forgive Jay.

"What, when did I promised—." He says and you signal him to shut up. The sisters sigh, and decide to just punish Jay by making him work at the farm for a month. You thank them over and over, tears welling in your eyes.

"Y/N, may I have a word with you. Jay, you may retire to your room." The mother superior instructs. Jay looks at you hesitantly, before leaving.

"Have a seat." She commands you, and you oblige.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You asked.

"Listen, dear. You're now twenty-three years old, you are at your ripest age of getting married. Not only that, but you're also one of the most beautiful maidens of this town. You can't spend your life at this orphanage forever. Won't you consider settling down soon?" She suggests, and you felt a lump in your throat, your heart feeling unease.

"That's alright, Mother Superior. I'm only twenty-three, I still have a lot to figure out in my life. When a man does take interest in me, I'll decide then." You assure her, and stand up to leave.

The next days, you'd wake up early to prepare breakfast for the kids and for Jay before he heads off to the farm. Jay being the stubborn boy he is, refuses to sit down and have breakfast and so on most days, you'd chase after him to bring him his breakfast and lunch box. He'd purposely walk faster, ignoring your shouts. A smirk never leaving his face.

"Jay! Jay! Wait!" You yelled, chasing your breath as you continued to run after him. But your quick steps were no match for his long strides.

"Jay you freaking dimwit! Haaaaalt!" You yell at the top of your lungs with all your might, and he finally stops in his tracks, turning to look at you.

"Oh, you've been calling for me? Did you need something?" He asks, feigning ignorance that you've been shouting his name for a good fifteen minutes. You huff, stomping towards him angrily. His face smug the whole time.

Others would think you're ready to punch him in the face, but instead you would take his hand and place his boxed meal there. You sigh.

"Take care of yourself, okay? And finish everything I packed for you." You say. Jay simply rolls his eyes and waves a hand at you dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, just don't go missing me too much." He teases, suppressing a smile. You scoffed, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Damn right, I wont." You stuck your tongue at him before waving him goodbye, running back to the orphanage.

As you walked back, you notice a fancy carriage parked in front of the orphanage. Many people were gathered around, gossiping.

"The crown prince has selected candidates to be his wife."

"Now that the queen has passed away, the prince must choose his bride in order to ascend to the throne."

"Oh what a lucky girl she must be."

You slip through the crowd of people, successfully making your way inside.

"Oh here she is now." Mother Superior introduces you to the men in fancy clothing, and you stood their dumbfounded.

"She is a beauty indeed." The men agreed to themselves.

"What exactly is happening?" You whisper to the Mother Superior.

"They came here for you, my child. You have been selected by the prince to become a candidate of being his wife. I've already had your suitcases ready, they will take you to the palace now. And don't worry, I've already informed your parents and they are more than happy and wished you the best."

Everything was happening so fast, it's like everything's been decided for you. And amidst the chaos in your mind, you could only think of one person. Jay.

"What about Jay, I haven't said goodbye—" You pleaded to the old woman to let you see Jay one last time but the footmen has announced your departure to the palace. You choked on your tears as pain burned through your chest, clutching Jay's ring to your chest as you were brought further and further away from the place you called home all your life.

Jay plowed the soil over and over, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead. The sun is high and the heat is a pretty tough companion.

"Jay! Jay!" Jay's friend, Sunghoon called his name, sprinting towards him as if his life depended on it. Sunghoon was one of the orphan kids who got adopted recently, whose home was only a few blocks away from the orphanage. Jay halted his work, placing the tool beside him.

"Haven't seen you in a while, what brings you here?" He raises his eyebrow. Sunghoon holds onto his knees as he catches his breath, before uttering words that shattered Jay's heart into pieces.

"No, it can't be." He refuses to believe it, shaking his head aggressively as tears welled in his eyes. It felt as if he was pierced so deeply in the chest with a dagger, so agonizingly painful.

"It is true, they took Y/N to the palace to become the prince's bride. It's been the talk of the town all morning." Sunghoon is sad for his friend, knowing his feelings for her all along.

"No! Y/N wouldn't do that, she wouldn't leave just like that. No." Jay cried and ran his way back to the orphanage, leaving his belongings behind.

He enters the orphanage, screaming for your name.

"Noona? Noona! I'm here, I'm here now. Noona? Where are you?" He kept on calling for you, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision. The sisters tried to calm him down but he shoved their hands away from him.

"No! It can't be, she couldn't have left. Please tell me she didn't leave, please." Jay crumbled as he called your name over and over in agony. He begged for everything to be just some sick joke, a prank you planned to get back at him for always being so mean to you.

"Y/N." He choked out before everything spiraled infront of him and went black.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #kpop imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay #enhypen jay park #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen jay angst #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jay au #enhypen jay imagine #park jeongseong

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jeonfiles · 4 years ago

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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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