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lxvebun · 2 years ago

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silent confessions

synopsis: the genshin men crushing on you and the little ways they show they care.

content: Kaeya/Venti/Alhaitham/ Arataki Itto x gender neutral reader. First time writing for venti so apologies if its a lil off. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Kissing in kaeya's. wingman diluc honestly. Going a lil feral in alhaithams and ittos. Use of nickname dear and cecilia<3 They are all quite long but I hope you all enjoy it! Not completely proofread. Let me know if there are any annoying mistakes!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Kaeya໒꒱.*

Diluc is sure of three things. One, You're hands down single-handedly keeping the icedtea business alive in Mondstadt, his arms are still hurting from the heavy crates of imported tea from Liyue he has to carry every. Single. Week. Two, you're incredibly oblivious, three, kaeya is a lovesick fool.

Even though diluc has offered to deliver some iced tea crates to your home, it seems that you prefer to drink his stash empty at the bar next to kaeya.

It's making him ill really, seeing the way his brothers eyes keep drifting to your lips and how his hands inch closer to yours, still never really touching. Diluc almost doesn't recognize him. Kaeya is not the type to get flustered easily, if anything, try to make him flustered and it will backfire! but here he is, for hours sitting at the bar head leaning on his hands staring at you like you hung the stars.

You fail to notice how, despite not touching your drink for so long, at one point even dancing around the tavern when the bard played your favorite song, the icecubes in your glass never seem to melt and the tea never gets warm. It's the least he can do, Kaeya would be showing you more grand gestures of love if you didnt make his head fog up with hearts and flowers everytime your near.

"I'm going to use the bathroom, i'll be right back! "You say as you hop of the barstool and make your way to the second floor.

"This, is getting sad you know", diluc speaks as he snatches both yours and Kaeya's glass away, dodging quick enough as Kaeya tries to get it back

"Oh i'm sorry, I didn't know my love life was such an interesting show to you. I'll make sure to tell the writers"

Stupid arrogant oblivious brother of his

He's not gentle as he grabs one of the big pints, pours your favorite iced tea in with the ice cubes and slices of lemon and two straws this time and places it down infront of kaeya.

"I'm doing you a favor icicle"

Kaeya's unable to retort a remark back because you're sitting down next to him again.

"Ooh whats this, luc?" As you stir the tea with your straw, the ice cubes gently clinking against the edges of the glass

"On the house, it's the last"-he throws you a look- bit of icetea I have for tonight. Enjoy." And with that he steps out the backdoor for a break leaving you and kaeya in an almost empty tavern

He's feeling uncharacteristically shy sharing a drink like this. He's not sure he can contain the love confession thats lingering on his lips if you're that close to eachother. You snap him out of his thoughts before he can even try.

"Come on try this with me...its...its quite romantic don't you think" you say, a little timid

Youre killing him. Hes deceased y/n.

"Yeah, didn't- didnt realise Diluc had a romantic bone in him, guess it runs in the family after all"

You're not sure where you got the courage from for what you're about to say

"Maybe, we should do more of these romantic things together."

And just like that, knowing you shared his feelings, he got a bit of his charming wit back.

"My dear y/n- he starts, leaning down closer to you, one icy hand holding yours. Are you asking me out on a date" he wants to revel in making you flustered but he's pretty sure he looks just as flustered as you do.

"Only if you want to, Kaeya"

The way he presses his lips to yours gives you the answer you needed<3

Venti, alhaitham and itto under the cut!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Venti໒꒱.*

Archons, the summer this time around is way hotter than any summers before. It's scorching outside and if it weren't for your knight of favonius duties, duties you took over for the Cavalry Captain for his day off (>:( ), you would stay inside the cool headquarters, in your little office with the curtains closed.

You really should get going but you're delaying stepping outside. The favonius headquarters is nice and cool and and looking outside you can see the heat radiating from the stone pathways

You're a knight of favonius! A little sunshine isn't going to hurt! You try to hype yourself up as you make it to the entrance. You can do this, who knows, you might even get a tan.

Bracing yourself and pushing the heavy doors open, you're pleasantly surprised at how the wind immediately seems to pick up and twirl and flow around you in cooling circles. Yes, the sun is still beaming down in all his glory, but the breeze definitely helps. You may even get through this without breaking too much of a sweat.

As you're doing your errands and run basically all over Mondstadt, the gentle breeze surrounding you never seems to falter, even now, as you carry heavy crates of sunsettias and apples up the stairs to Good Hunter, it actually seems like the wind has started to pick up, aiding you in its own way.

Sara is more than grateful as you place the crates down in the back for her. "You're a lifesaver y/n, please, go sit down and i'll whip something up for you".

Who are you to deny a break and a free meal?

Before you sit down you take off your sword and place it down next to you so you can completely unwind. It's not until you look back up from your weapon that you see Venti, with the bright smile he always seems to carry, sitting infront of you

"Hi, my sweet cecilia"

Archons, that nickname. You're lucky you can blame the weather on the sudden warmth flowing through your body.

"You're awfully happy for such a hot day, Venti"

He doesn't provide an answer to that, why is he so happy? Because he's with you of course, he's basically been spending the whole day with you, how could he not be happy?

instead of saying that tho he says "the wind is nice, hmm?" And On cue the wind stars to pick up again, now carrying the scent of the meal Sara is cooking up for you and twirling a few flower petals that got caught in it around you You little

"Yeah it is, i'm not sure I would have been able to get through the day without a little breeze in my face" you laugh and it's the sweetest melody he's ever heard.

"I guess the anemo archon has a soft spot for me"

"I suppose he does"

You fail to catch the longing glint in his eyes and the blush covering his cheeks as Sara brings you your meal<3

Oh my dear y/n if only you knew.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Alhaitham໒꒱.*

It's not until Kaveh points it out, after Alhaitham leaves to pick up another book from the House of Daena library shelves, that you realize it, but it seems that Alhaitham, despite looking like he wants to be anywhere but here, always seems to look out for you.

Like the time he dragged you to the desert to study runes with him, he made sure every time you two stood still for a long time, he'd raise his cape a little above your head, sheltering you from the burning sun

And that one time where he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his side when some drunkards stumbling home almost bumped into you

"Drop your pen when he gets back" kaveh says, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Drop my-"

"Sshh, just do it" he hushes quickly and goes back to drawing as Alhaitham sits back down next to you with a new book in his hand.

You let Alhaitham read a few more pages before you "accidentally" drop your pen under the table, sliding your seat back and ducking under to retrieve it, when you look back up to avoid hitting your head on the corner of the table, Alhaithams hand is already covering it. His gaze is still as focused as ever on the book infront of him, it's almost like it happened entirely subconsciously, like it was already engraved in his perception to look out for you and that alone made the butterlies in your tummy flutter around. You don't miss the "I told you so" gaze Kaveh throws at you.

Alhaithams book manages to hide the gentle smile he failed to hold back as he guesses from the look on your face and body language that you're onto him, and if he can guess one more time, he'd say the feelings are mutual.

He doesn't say anything but he does reach under you to grab the leg of your chair and pull you closer to him, arm draped behind you over the backrest, gently drawing shapes on your shoulder as he continues to read his book

*Did ya'll see that one nick jonas clip where he pulls her chair closer? Yeah? Thats alhaitham.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Arataki Itto໒꒱.*

The locals of Inazuma are used to the never ending thundering and lightning. Even on clear days, it seems like you can always hear it lurking in the distance, dancing over the seas. Unfortunately for you, you’re not a local and despite having been here for a while, long enough to develop strong friendships and perhaps a little crush <3 the loud claps of thunder and the lightning that cracks open the clouds still make you flinch

You were embarrassed about it, so you never voiced it out to your friends. You would just try to hide your flinches and do your best to block out the noise. You're not doing that very well unfortunately. Itto has noticed, and boy does it make his heart hurt a little every time he catches you trying to hide it. You're part of the gang! Whether you know that or not, you're supposed to be able to tell him these things! but he understands, you seem to think that you're going to look weak in front of Arataki numero uno claymore swinging devil beatbox and beetle fighting legend Itto. He made me write this really You could never considering he gets weak in the knees everytime you make eye contact or touch his horns

So as the leader of your gang, your best friend and hopefully future boyfriend, he’s gonna help you because If there's one thing Itto is good at its being loud. It’s quite hard to hear the thunder lurking in the background when Itto's boisterous laugh as he’s "winning" a game of TCG seems to overpower everything, including the way your heart beats a little faster when he smiles at you.

You didn’t notice what he was doing until there was a summer storm forecasted. You didn't even have time to mentally prepare yourself for it before there was a harsh knocking at your door, maybe a bit to hard itto pls dont break the door

"Open up sunshine, I have some snacks :D"

He’s quick to make himself comfortable as you let him in, throwing the impressive amount of snacks and some card games on the coffee table and then taking up half the space on the couch, being careful to not knock the lamp on the sidetable down with his horns.

"Not that I mind Itto, but i didn't expect you to come over. Any reasons?"

"Yeah you're"- he cuts himself off. You never told him about your fear of thunder, would it upset you if you knew he figured it out?, archons he didnt think of an excuse what should he say, where is Kuki in times like this

"Yeah, I just thought i’d keep you some company because I AM afraid of summerstorms, yup, totally terrifying, so scary,so here i am."

Even he knows it's not believable. Especially since he has directed some...colorful words with the shogun before (not in her presence)

You are afraid”-

AND AND I thought, you know, maybe, since were all going to be locked up in our houses anyway we could have a little at home date......:D

Archons, Itto, if the storm isn't going to kill you its him. He's been aware of your fear and silently tried to help you with it? And now he has basically slipped a confession in trying to hide the fact he knows about your fear? He's such a teddybear fr

You don't fight the smile that's pulling at the corners of your mouth as you sit down next to him. Pressing a kiss to his cheek and pretending not to notice the hitch in his breath "Thank you, Itto"

Thank you for reading angels!<3

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schlattslonghairytoes · 6 months ago

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omg wait i just sent in the baby it’s cold outside request and im now realizing that YOU PLANTEF THE SEED IN MY BRAIN WITH YOUR HCS WHEN I CATCH YOU!!

but if you don’t mind could you please go more into depth with that idea pls pls pls

the christmas spirit

you were sat on your sofa watching you boyfriends newest podcast episode, you were sorting through your own footage when you hear him talk about making a christmas album

now you knew he could sing, but an album worried you, he was no sinatra. so you decided to call him up and see what he was thinking

you clicked on his contact and began calling "jayjay😏" after 5 rings you really considered giving up, but you finally saw the word connecting

you again considered hanging up when he answered the phone looking like this.

"what." he groaned it a low pitched voice, you giggled before realizing what time it was by him

"jay why were you sleeping at five P.M" you squinted your eyes at him

"im tired." he deadpanned. you sighed before laughing again at his mad face, before you could speak he began to stretch and the angle where he dropped his phone gave you a full view of his beautiful body.

"do you know hot you are?" you ask admiring your boyfriend.

"ill hang up on you, slut." he never did like compliments.

"brat, anyways." you rolled your eyes "i just finished watching chuckle, you looked very cute, but what was this about a christmas album?"

his face lit up "i forgot to tell you! okay so remember my way, well i know you remember it but you get it, i wanted a new project to focus on so im going to make a christmas album!"

schlatt found it very hard to focus on one thing for a prolonged period of time, but he always loved singing so you believed this would be good for him.

"babe and how are you gonna do that?" you questioned, he began to pout as he walked to his bathroom and set down his phone on the counter

"what you dont beweve in me?" he asked in a weird baby voice, while alos having a mouth full of toothpaste

"gross. no of course i do, but i mean your gonna need a producer, a person to re-write the music so you can own it, a vocal coach, how much is this gonna cost you?" you voiced your concerns

"not as much as ill make from it" he laughed

"ugh i hate you" a sigh escaped you but he persisted

"and one more thing.. i want you to be in it."

-if there is one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were not about to be one of those youtubers who started making shitty music

-so when i tell you it took a long time to get schlatt to convince you to be on the album, it took months

-but when you eventually came around schlatt was ecstatic

-and honestly you were kinda excited too, you would get to see your boyfriend after not seeing him for over a month

-and with this album drop, you both agreed it would basically be your own version of a hard launch

-you wanted to pick songs that would compliment both of your voices, but also make it pretty clear you were more then just friends

-you chose santa baby and baby its cold outside, but schlatt added another, your favorite song, something stupid by frank and nancy sinatra

-you were so excited to see him that the thought of having to sing that well didnt even cross your mind

-but you boarded your flight to LA without second thought, excited to see your favorite boy when you landed

schlatt fucking hates Los Angeles, its hot, the people suck ass, theres always traffic, and right now, the fact that your not with him is driving him insane.

your flight should be landing any minute, and hes sitting in an airport trying to hide and make sure no one recognizes him.

the reason that becoming increasingly difficult is because fucking jack manifold, tom simons, and harry tornado (average harry), waltz off the plane, into the airport, in los angeles.

where everyone is always looking for someone to recognize.

schlatt is hiding twenty feet away from them, but hes already gotten noticed four times, the man cant catch a break.

he just wants to see his girlfriend, not interact with his fuckass fans

that fact that your relationship was private didnt help, he would one hundred percent makeout with you in the middle of the airport, but now that you have planned your hardlaunch he has to contain himself.

harry and jack were taking a picture with a fan, and tom was pissing as usual when schlatt finally saw you

he launched himself up and flailed his arms around like a clown to you, when you saw him you bolted across the floor and threw your bags at harry, who fell over from the force.

like flat on his ass.

you ran and jumped your man “i missed you so much baby” you laughed

“there is a group of teenage girls to your left that have their phones out, i love you so fucking much but save it for the bnb.” he smiled down at you

you giggled and looked over at the six girls, who were activley ignoring harry and tom who were awkwardly standing by them

"holy fucking shit im your biggest fan, please please please can i get a picture with you ive been watching you since i was fucking ten." one girl yelled

"kezia shut the hell up your gonna scare her away." another slapped her

"alanna you dont understand." she wailed

"you look alot like our art teacher" another added

"renn arent you a patron of her podcast?" holy fuck there were so many of them

they all began yelling over eachother and fan girling over you, "do you guys want a picture, or we can make a tiktok or something, up to you guys." you said politely

"can i be in it?" harry asked quietly

"um, sorry, who are you?" tom and jack started hysterically laughing and slapping harry

you guys ended up making a funny tiktok in the middle of LAX and they told you they were all friends because of an art class they have together.

after you all said our goodbyes you all loaded into ted's truck that schlatt was borrowing to haul you all around

you got in the passenger seat as schlatt went over the plan for the week

"okay, we have an airbnb for all of us, but two of you have to share a room, theres three in total. so jack tom and harry two of you will have to be sharing a bed, no homo in my airbnb do ya' hear me?"

they all burst out laughing and agree to schlatts terms

"okay, today once all of you are back at the bnb, im gonna head to the studio to record my solo songs, tommora' im recording with tom and jack, harry you can tag along or whatever, wednesday me and you are together"

he rested his hand on your thigh as he looked at you, his eyes full of stars, looking at you as if you had hung them

"then Thursday, me ludwig, quackity and theo are gonna be down there, the rest of the week is scheduled incase we need to re-record anything or just have fun, everyone undertand?"

he squeezed your thigh as he drove, eyes locked on you

"eyes on the road buddy" you pushed his head foward and sat back in your seat admiring you boyfriend as your friends wrestled in the back.

"harry cut it out, tom stop touching his bum or whatever you britsh fucks call it. youre being gay man, what did i say about that." schlatt jokes, he told you privately that he was bisexual so you knew his jokes were simply just jokes

you watched him as he yelled at the monkeys in the back seat and all you could think is how good of a dad hes going to be, you've spoke about kids before, and your both on the same page which is a huge relief.

you thought about what features your kids would get from him, and god you hoped it was his nose, you loved his nose.

"can ya' stop thinking so hard i swear i can hear your thought." he laughed as he stopped at a red light, looking over to you again

"i just love you so much." you laughed

"ew mom and dad are gonna fuck!" tom gagged

"get a room you perverts" harry lent over the middle console and made smooching noises, schlatt grabbed his face and pushed him back into his seat.

"this is gonna be a long fucking week, im gonna kill myself i swear." schlatt scoffed

"take me with you then" you sighed and slouched into your seat.

day one. (six days remaining)

you woke up with schlatts arms wrapped around your waist, good start.

you both woke up early so you could get breakfast for you and your kids, as you walked up the streets of LA all you could think about is how you want to spend the rest of your life with this man.

"penny for your thoughts?" he laughed, but was one of his calm laughs that was so genuine and unforced

"just love you, love us y'know? i wanna have a big house, a cat, maybe a dog, some little you's running around, i just cant wait to move in with you next month"

"if you say anything like that again ill fuck you right here. dont test me, im gonna have to walk around witha' boner now you whore"

your laugh escaped you and you had to bend over and stop walking as you look up at your now tomoato colored boyfriend.

"c'mon keep it moving." he gunted, a small smiled appearing on his stone cold face.

you ate breakfast together then made your way back to the bnb to deliver food to your "kiddos", soon after they all left for the studio so you decided to start a little project of your own, a suprise one

since schlatt was going to hard launch your realationship through something he loved, you decided you'd do the same

a little video about the love of your life

day two (five days remaining)

you and schlatt repeated the same routine in the morning, you went and got breakfast, went back the bnb, got changed and finally left for the studio

on your walk there schlatt warned you about the homeless person right infront of the studio

"no im so serious, he actually tried to stab me two days ago, and when i finaly got away from him he started yelling how he could take me, and not in a fight. let me tell you, he was not my type."

you both walked into the studio to be met by a italian man named David, but it was pronounced daviday.

he directed you both to a booth were you were instructed to drink tea and blow bubbles into a cup

"babe im starting to get nervous, if i fuck up, or have a voice crack, and you laugh at me. so help me god im breaking up with you" you told him

"lemme tell you what happened yesterday" he sat down and began drinking his tea. "i let harry sing one line on jingle bells and his voice went up and octave and cracked. it was so funny holy shit, i have to get that recording."

you both contiuned talking about the recording process so far, until david told you he was ready to begin, starting with baby its cold outside and you were gonna do a full run through no matter the mistakes.

the music counted in and you started off the song "i really cant stay" you sang. then your boyfriend came in with "but baby, its cold outside" and your eyes widened at how good he sounded

you went through the full thing and after the last line you laughed until you heard davids voice, "both of you, that was shit, do it again."

schlatt didnt even seem fazed by this. holy fuck you were in for a long day.

once david was semi happy with that song you moved onto something stupid, and that one went by much faster.

but the song you were dreading most was next, mostly cause you had to carry the whole song

schlatt started off the ong with the iconic bu-bum, bu-bum' when your voice came in "santa, baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me, been an awful good girl."

as you sang your eyes looked up at him an winked before you focused on singing again.

schlatt continued through the song, but the moment you were done, he scurred off to the bathroom while you did certain lines and verses over and over

when he came back, his face was significantly redder, but you just laughed and moved on, too focused on perfecting your song

you had been recording for over 12 hours now, both of you exhausted.

when you were finally done it was two am.

you called an uber and headed back to the bnb

as you fell asleep on schlatts chest, all you could think about was how you couldnt wait to upload the album, and finally live with the love of your life.

#guys i got lazy near the end #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt imagine #christmas #holiday album #streamer reader x content creator schlatt

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dollyfetti · 2 months ago

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𐔌　the perks of being a wallflower - d.w ₊˚ ♡

CHAPTER TWO - a friend of ours

summary: you’ve always been better at observing than participating, the quiet one in the corner, taking mental notes no one asks for. and that was fine, it was enough. but for once in your life, you didn't shy away from something you wanted, and suddenly you’re swept into a series of late-night diner runs, basement mixtapes, and conversations from your best friend that make your chest ache. you started to feel things. things you never thought you would get to.

notes: dean winchester x reader, normal au (mary is still dead tho um!), dean and sam are closer in age, alcohol consumption, edible consumption, best friends to lovers, kinda slow burn (starts in beginning of high school - ends in college), reader has social anxiety, suicide attempts (not in detail), SA mentions (not in detail), mention of familial loss. please let me know if i missed any!

word count: 3.6k (LMAO I DIDNT MEAN TO)

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that night buzzed with the kind of energy that sat between anxiety and something giddy. the diner booth was small, the table sticky with years of spilled milkshakes and teenage secrets, but it was perfect. sam and dean were loud, messy, and impossible to look away from, leaving you to spend over an hour with them.

you debated on telling your family about your new friends when you got home. would it even matter? would either of them want to talk to you again? maybe they were just bored. so you kept it to yourself, telling your mom you were late home because of how long the game went.

you didn’t expect to see them again so soon, and at homecoming at that! you didn’t even think they’d want to go, you assumed dean would think it was just a stupid, corny “mating ritual”.

you lean against a wall, red solo cup in hand, trying to blend into the brick, watching couples dance and enjoy their night as disco balls spin shadows across the gym. your eyes flicker all over, scanning for the brothers unconsciously. that’s when you see them.

dean lazily sways to a slow song with some cute girl clinging to his arm, his hands settled low on her waist. sam was nearby, moving with exaggerated flourishes as he danced by himself like no one was watching, which they probably weren’t— well, except for you, of course, grinning widely at his whimsy antics.

then the music shifts, the syrupy slow ballad fading into something faster, something with life.

you can see dean freeze on the floor, dropping his arms from his date’s waist and snapping to sam with surprise in his wide eyes. he slaps his brother’s shoulder, exclaiming, “ohmygod, they’re playing good music.”

sam whips around to face the dj booth, a grin blooming across his lips. “holy shit, they are! they’re playing good music.” he repeats in a lower murmur, able to recognize the voice of david bowie anywhere.

“living room routine, now.” dean orders, snapping his fingers and leaving his date very confused as the two start to push their way to the middle of the gym floor.

“wait, do we have to go right in the middle-” sam awkwardly starts to protest.

“dude, shut up.” dean cuts him off with a bark. “you made me come here, we’re doing this.”

you blink, sipping your punch a little too quickly. suddenly, you find yourself starting to slightly bop to the music (in your own reserved way), your eyes squinting as they follow the boys to the center of the gymnasium. your lips part in surprise as they start to swing their arms back and forth, circling around each other with mock-serious expressions on their faces. you smile toothily, definitely not having expected that.

dean catches your gaze mid-spin, throwing you a silly smirk and winking your way as he dances, ignorant to the looks he’s attracting.

you grin, waving to him meekly, but his eyes are already off you and enraptured in his own wild movements. the stiff crowd ogles the boys as they roll their shoulders back and spin around like idiots, but neither of them mind, and that just makes you grow even fonder of the pair.

you swallow at the thought. maybe it was kinda weird that your homecoming dance was centered around two older students you just met. maybe you should've gotten a date.

you take another awkward sip of your punch, trying to decide if you should go— oh nono, not this again.

you shake off your thoughts to put your solo cup down on the side somewhere, not even taking your eyes off the two boys as you try desperately not to make it seem like you’re dancing towards them, but you are, bobbing your head like a dork as you move.

dean cheers as you get closer, letting out a silly “whooo!” as he snatches your hand into his without warning, twirling you around and grinning while you let out a laugh. and all of a sudden, it’s like the world in your head you’ve been trapped in since you were six years old fades away as sam loosens his tie and loops it around your neck like a medal, inviting you to their special world of chaos.

and for the second time in a little over 24 hours, you ventured out and got what you wanted.

later outside, when the cold is piercing your skin and the night wraps itself tighter, you walk with them through the rich part of town, streetlights buzzing above as you three shuffle up a stone path to some mansion party dean was invited to.

“god, it’s freezing!” he grunts, lips pursed as he shivers, shirtless under his suit jacket that was long gone...

“no one told you to start stripping, casanova.” sam grins, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walk up the steps. he was warm. you remember when aunt helen used to wrap you up in her arms just the same.

“a-are you sure it’s okay that i come?” you ask meekly, looking up between them as you start to climb a staircase.

“yeah, course.” dean lazily nods, like it's obvious, as he struts up the stairs. “just remember, pete’s not paranoid— he’s sensitive.” he mocks with a small roll of his eyes, sticking out his tongue.

“DEAN!” a boy, who you assume to be peter, calls from the top of the steps, looking absolutely stoned as he greets us with a wobbly cup in his hand. “dude, that waitress from olive garden, she was such a tease.” he scoffs with a dazed smile plastered across his face as dean makes a playful boo-hoo face.

peter's eyes dart to your timid stance, and his beam widens. “will you marry me?”

“nono,” dean snorts, waving him off. “you hopeless stoner— who attends the culinary institute.” he adds, shaking his head in exaggeration and clicking his teeth as pete winces in response, his hand on his heart dramatically.

“nice try.” sam nods with a small smile, leading you inside. dean dashes in front of you both, walking down the steps to the basement like he owns the place.

he turns around to you with a wiggle of his brows, holding his arm out wide. “so, this.. is a party.”

you self-consciously step down into the basement and feel completely swallowed.

there’s music blasting as you enter the large room, stale beer and cigarette smoke in the air as you three start to walk through the array of people, the room packed with kids playing quarters, others pouring vodka into a watermelon.

“this is what fun looks like,” dean murmurs to you as he spots two of his friends sitting on a couch. “you ready to meet some desperate women? yeah you are, go have a seat.”

you tuck a strand of hair (that wasn't even loose) behind your ear as you approach two girls around dean’s age, making your way to sit on the very edge of the couch with hunched shoulders.

“hey ladies,” dean purrs, leaning over the sofa cushions. he introduces the girls to you with a curt nod, you smiling as one of them takes your hand into hers to shake.

“mary elizabeth.” she says with a blank expression. “that’s alice.” she hums, nudging her head to the blonde next to her.

“nice to meet you.” you smile lightly, hyper aware of the press of bodies, the sticky couch fabric, and the music pulsing through the floor. sam drops into the spot next to alice, sighing as he leans back into the cushions.

“this is her first party ever.” dean lets out a smug little hum, one brow teasingly quirking. the girls let out a little gasps as he swishes his beer around with playful nods. “so i expect lovely, heartfelt, soul-changing orgasms from both of you.” he grins, gaining a bashful look from you while he keeps swirling his beer like a wine snob.

“dean, you’re such a dick.” mary elizabeth snaps, rolling her eyes, though a tiny grin pulls at the edge of her lips.

dean takes a swig before grunting, “where the hell did you go?”

“the dance was a little boring, don’t you think?”

“you’re selfish, you coulda told someone.”

“awe, baby, cry me a river.”

“how is it that you’ve gotten meaner since becoming a buddhist?” dean snorts, his thumb pointing to her, casting you a look that says, you hear this shit? you smile at him with a small shrug, since no, you weren't really listening anyway, kind of zoned out in your own world.

“i dunno, deano. just lucky, i guess.”

“i think you're doing something wrong.”

“mmm, or something very right..”

dean and mary elizabeth continue their somewhat flirty banter until sam catches sight of someone across the room, a beaming glint dancing in his eyes as he looks that way.

dean catches this, spinning around in wonder before smirking knowingly. “ah, look who’s here.”

your head follows, blinking curiously. “is that brad hays?”

“yeah, he comes here sometimes.” alice smiles after sam got up to greet the quarterback.

you scoot a little closer to them on the beat up couch, silently noticing how dean went to go mingle right after sam left, so now it was just you three.

“but he’s a popular kid...!” you utter in surprise.

mary elizabeth’s eyebrows pinch, shooting you a sharp look. “then what are we?”

you start to think of something to reply with, but you can't. the girls turn away, ignoring you. you swallow, fingers unintentionally pulling at the strings of your shirt. then peter unexpectedly approaches the couch with a tray in his hands, like your very own fairy godmother (just... high as a kite).

“hey, you look like you could use a brownie.” he murmurs, definitely high, bending down over the cushions to hold out the tray as you exhale in relief.

“oh, thank you!” you smile warmly with a nod, taking one of the treats, your nerves bubbling up in your stomach. “i was so hungry at the dance. i was gonna go to kings, but i didn't really have any time—” you bashfully cut off your tense rambling, not catching the knowing smirk mary elizabeth throws to peter as you thank him.

you take a large bite, sighing at the tasty chocolate coating your tastebuds, and completely blissful about what you're actually doing.

wowwwieee..!

and well, soon enough, you’re completely baked out of your mind, sunk into a carpet. more of the party surrounds you now, practically pissing themselves with laughter as a random kid no one knows talks and talks and talks.

“have you guys felt this carpet? this carpet feels so damn good.” you murmur, stroking it leisurely.

mary elizabeth’s cackling, clearly very entertained by your antics. “hey, hey,” she interrupts, grinning wide as you look up from the carpet. “what do you think about high school?”

“high school?” you squint at her with a scoff, frowning immediately. “bullshit. the cafeteria's called the nutrition center, people wear their letter jackets even when it's 98 degrees out,” you start babbling again, contently disregarding the amused chuckles around you. “and why do they give out letters for marching band? that's not even a sport, and we all think it! right?”

you feel so many eyes on you, but they don't feel bad. people were laughing— happily! and with you, not at you. probably.

“this kid is crazy..!” mary elizabeth laughs, turning her head to face the other lingering people.

you stare intently at the girl's punk wave haircut, expression flat. “mary elizabeth, i think you might regret that haircut when you look back at pictures..” you say simply, her face contorting into playful offense as everyone else cackles.

“i'm really sorry.” you swallow at the reactions. “that sounded like a compliment in my head.” you murmur sheepishly, eyes flicking between each snickering person.

“well, it’s kinda true.” alice giggles, turning to mary elizabeth, who lets out a gasp in mock horror. “shut up!”

dean walks back into the room out of nowhere, scanning the chaotic scene in confusion, just as mary elizabeth coos, “ugh, i can’t even be mad— look at her!”

dean glances toward you, blinking at your unusually carefree demeanor before smiling at the realization. he shakes his head in disbelief. “pete, did you get her stoned?”

“she likes it, just look at her!” peter replies in his defense, pointing a finger toward you with a playful tee-hee.

“god,” dean scoffs lightheartedly, still shaking his head from side to side toward you. “well how d'ya feel, space cadet?” dean hums in amusement, raising his brows.

your nonchalant eyes reach his as you pause to think for a moment.

“...i just really want a milkshake.”

the entire room explodes with laughter, bringing a small smile to your lips. you love that people find you so funny, it’s a rare feeling.

“shit, me too.” dean grunts in agreement at the thought. he waves his hand, beckoning you to get up and follow him as he starts to turn away from the party.

you oblige, joining him as he heads into pete’s minimalistic kitchen. “alright, sit down, stoner.” he says, nudging his head toward a stool, throwing another teasing glance your way.

he grabs what he needs for your milkshakes while you just stare. you watch in satisfaction as he tosses a scoop of ice cream into a blender with a flourish, humming some metallica song under his breath.

“dean,” you start all of a sudden, voice a little whiny, which brings a smirk onto dean’s gorgeous lips. “you have such pretty green eyes.. the kind of pretty that deserves to make a big deal about itself.” you babble tiredly, smushing your cheek against your hand. "ya know what I mean?”

he chuckles, looking down at the opened milk carton as he pours it into the blender. “ya think so?” he hums with a small grin.

“mhm.” you hum before moving on. “what a great word. milkshake.” you murmur dreamily, still watching him with a quiet sense of joy. “it's like when you say your name over and over again in the mirror, and then after awhile, it sounds crazy..!”

dean grins wider, genuinely entertained, which actually makes you a little shy. “i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’ve never been high before?”

“me? nonono!” you chuckle, pulling your head off your palm. “see, my best friend michael, his dad was a big drinker, so he hated all that kinda stuff. parties too.” you explain blankly, tapping your hands against the island counter as you speak.

“and where’s michael tonight, huh? gettin lucky?” dean jokes per usual, turning with his back facing you to put the milk back in the fridge.

“oh, he shot himself last may.” you answer in a quiet tone. and nonchalantly at that, like it was nothing surprising to mention.

dean spins around from the fridge, with a silent gulp, his mouth in a tight line. and you’re just… stoned.

“i kind of wish he'd left a note.” you smile, but it doesn't really reach your eyes. you're about to continue, but at his awkward nod, you huff with a small sense of worry and snap your head behind you. “where’s the bathroom?”

“uh, it’s up the stairs.” he mumbles, now unsure of how to act around you knowing this information, which you just barely take into consideration in this state. if you were boring regular you again, you'd definitely apologize like nobody's business and probably run away in embarrassment.

but instead you thank him, hopping off the stool and wandering up the carpeted stairs, zoned out. you internally groan. your limbs feel like jello, letting out a tired exhale after climbing the steps. you unsteadily tread down the hallway, where you find a large ornate mirror hanging against a corner wall.

you pause in front of it, leaning in closer to stare at yourself. your reflection stares back, pupils blown wide as you whisper your name curiously. you repeat it again, glaring in your eyes before murmuring, “weird”, under your breath.

you’re definitely a little lost as you turn face to three doors. oh. did dean say where exactly the porcelain throne was or...? whatever! you push open the door closest to you without another thought.

your eyes widen in surprise as you're able to make out sam winchester and brad hays inside, sitting closely on a king sized bed. oh yeah, and they're kissing.

you swallow, eyebrows raising as they rip apart from one another quickly at the sound of the door creaking open. your lips purse, blinking twice before spinning around and walking right out.

sam and brad stare in surprise, one definitely more afraid than the other. “who was that kid?” brad whispers tensely, keeping his eye on you as you walk down the hall, his heart racing.

“don’t worry, she’s a friend of mine.” sam reassures him, grabbing his arm with a small brush of his thumb. “stay here.” he says before getting off the bed and following you out.

you hear the mattress squeak as sam gets up, turning around at the footsteps behind you. “i didn’t see anything.” you say immediately. “i’m really sor-”

“you did, and it’s okay.” sam cuts in gently with a nod. he glances over his shoulder, checking to make sure no one’s looking, then sighs.

“listen… brad doesn't want anyone to know-” he starts, but pauses as he notices your, um... not a lot of there there eyes staring back at him.

“wait, are you baked?”

“like a cake.” you reply with a giggle, your smile widening as sam huffs out a chuckle despite his anxiousness. “that's what pete said. and how you can't have three on a match because they would find us.” you continue talking with flailing hands as sam pinches his temples with a grin. “and everybody laughed, but truthfully, i don't know what's funny..!”

“okay, listen.” sam exhales, shaking off his smile and replacing it with a serious tone. “i need you to promise that you're not going to say anything to anyone about me and brad. okay? this has to be our little secret.”

you blink at the echo of those words that are now poking at something buried in you. our little secret. yeah, you’ve heard that before. you can do that.

“okay, sure.” you nod simply.

“thank you.” sam sighs in gratitude, patting your shoulder. “we’ll, uh, talk later, okay?” he says sweetly before turning to go back into the bedroom.

“looking forward to it!” you blurt out with a nod, immediately cringing at yourself.

you hear his laugh before he walks in and shuts the door. you hum, spinning to drift back down the stairs.

the party has thinned into whispers and scattered laughter. empty cups litter the furniture everywhere, and you feel bad for the parents of the house. you're now sitting on the couch, legs curled up beside alice and mary elizabeth as you nurse your milkshake like it's life support, the straw making a small crackle every time you sip.

across the room, dean’s watching you with a furrowed brow, beer neck loose in his rough hand. his head turns as sam thumps down the stairs, motioning his little brother over to where he leans against a ping pong table.

“hey.” sam hums with a small exhale.

“dude.” dean whispers, taking his eyes off you to look back at sam. dean tells him what you said in the kitchen, his expression firm and a little sympathetic. “i don't think she has any friends.. like at all.” he adds.

sam blinks at him in surprise, his lips parted. he’s about to say something in response when dean interrupts him like he always does, getting up and striding over to where you are.

“okay, sluts, gather round!” he declares loudly, solo cup held up high. “raise your drinks.” he orders once what's left of the party comes over to the couch.

you look up from your seat, where he towers over you, his jawline absolutely divine at this angle. you’re a little paranoid as you start to look around and see everyone staring in your direction, including sam and dean.

“what did i do?” you ask softly, your hand tightening around the milkshake.

“nothin.” dean shrugs plainly, inhaling a breath of air. “we just, uh. you’re a um…” he clicks his fingers together as he trails off, spinning around to face sam.

sam rolls his eyes with a small smile, stepping closer to us. “well, um... you see things and you understand.” he explains gently, his nodding reassuring and kind, just like what you'd expect from him. “you’re a wallflower.”

you swallow, drying your sweaty hands onto your skirt. you look around the room shyly at the nods and friendly faces, your heart crawling up into your throat. “i didn’t think anyone noticed me.” you mumble, voice a little shaky as you look down at the floor.

“well, then!” someone from the back of the room exclaims. he starts to sing, “raise a glass to fre— oh yeah— the four of ussss!”

laughter bursts like fireworks, sparkling and spreading all over the room. “tomorrow there’ll be more of usssss!”

you laugh too, smiling at the familiar reference as you look up again.

dean spins around with a knowing grin. “shut up, nerds!" before turning back to you. he crouches down a bit, like he’s about to tell you a secret. he rolls his eyes sarcastically, booping your nose as you dopily grin back. he sighs, green gaze in your face. “i guess.. welcome to the island of misfit toys.”

꒰ 𑄽𑄺 ⠀you have a new message from dolly!

erm i didnt mean to make it so long.. esp considering the first chapter was only 2.6k but oh well!! i loved writing this chap c: rah rah tags below :3

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boosnotes · 3 months ago

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Would you fall in love with me again?

Shadow T. Hedgehog x reader

SPOILERS FOR SA2 AND SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG

Warning: mentions of commiting suicide, death, use of guns, general shadow things

Genre: angst/comfort

A/n: yooo, from when i was obsessed with epic!!!! i realize i lowkey love making song fics but hate reading them, this is based on shadow the hedgehog ending where vector is there and is theoretically he commits petit suisse iykyk. i had this since this song officially came out, but i never knew how to end it. also dont focus on the massive plot hole it has because of that stupid fucking bed, i didnt know what to replace it with, and writing about it just cut the mood

"Shadow... Is it you?" You looked up delicately as if your eyes could make him disappear again. It has been such a long time without him, everyone thought he was dead, yet he was standing right in front of you, your Shadow. "Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there? Or am I dreaming once more...?"

They say eyes are the mirrors of the soul; he was never a soft man, or at least he never showed it, but his look was different, lacking any meaning. He was roaming the city without a path, looking at the destruction he had caused for being so gullible, for following black doom orders, for being born. He was barely there, only his physical form was still tied to the living world, but not for that long.

"You look different, your eyes look tired, your frame is lighter, your smile torn..." You cautiously step closer, the streets were still burning, nonetheless, the city was free from the black arms, and they now could slowly fix it again. Maybe you could fix him too...

"Is it really you my love...?" His eyes opened wide the moment your hands cupped his cheeks, as if they were the most precious thing in the world, it was the gentlest touch he had received this entire time, punches and pain were what he experienced since he woke up. He still didn't recognize you in his mind, but his heart and body were telling another story. His mouth reacted faster than he could process, his subconscious taking over for this job, protecting the only thing he had left.

"I am not the one you fell in love with, not the one you once adored. I am not your kind and gentle lover, I am not the love you knew before." He surprised himself with those words, it seems his soul knew you. All he comprehended he was feeling was guilt and shame, he didn't feel worthy of you, but he wanted you by his side nonetheless, maybe you were the answer. He drove his face away from your hands, he was not even capable of looking at you, though the hurt in your eyes made him continue with a soft whisper.

"Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I cannot change, would you love me all the same?" Your heart clenched, you wanted to protect him, to pull him into your arms, to tell him everything was alright, but you knew he wasn't prepared, his walls too high to take them down so suddenly, so you waited for him once again. Meanwhile, you gently took his hands, scared that he'd pull away and lose him, but you needed to ground him.

"What kind of thing did you do...?" You tilted your head and tried to seek his eyes, those amber orbs you've missed and thought you'd never see again, your eyes also darted for a moment to one of the corpses left to rot on the street. You weren't dumb, you were aware he isn't the most moral man, efficiency is his highest priority in missions, whereas when things get too cruel, he stands his ground. He pulled away from you and physically distanced himself, only showing his back to you as he told his story.

"Left a trail of red on every street, as I traded friends like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I could count on my hands, but all of that was to learn who was the one you once knew..." He reminisced all the times he helped Black Doom, he tried remending it by helping what they called themselves his friend, but the damage in his soul had been done, and the karma he owned couldn't be reverted. Although he wasn't deserving of love, he was greedy for you, for something he used to call his own. "So tell me, would you fall in love with me, I know that you've been waiting..." He gave a glimpse in your direction to make sure you were still there, the shame grew stronger and stronger the more he remembered. He failed everyone, his promise, his friends, himself... You.

"If that's true... Could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor, that would bring me some peace.." You hugged your form in a grimace, everything felt cold. You went back to step one, after building trust with him, you had lost it all. If he was the same man you fell in love with, if he remembered and valued you, he should know how to act accordingly. "Remember that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders, and take it far away from here"

"How could you say this?" his eyes hardened and a scowl folded into his features, the coldness had returned, that was the drop in the glass for him to finally take you in, not in the way you wanted, despite that, it was an advance. Shadow felt offended, betrayed by that request, did everything mean nothing to you? He took a step closer, pointing at his chest as he explained, pained behind his eyes. "I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat, carved it into the olive tree where we first met. The symbol of our love everlasting." He bitterly laughed, how could it have been so foolish to think you actually wanted him back. "Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots."

"My only husband knew that, so I guess it makes it really you!" You pushed him off as tears fell from your eyes, your expression now matched his. He stopped altogether, his eyes widened, pupils dilating, and finally, his stare held anything other than guilt. You took a few steps forward, ending right in front of him. His aura of apathy had melted into a warmth that called for you, finally understanding your tricks that never failed to work on him.

"I will fall in love again; over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when, No matter how long it's been, You're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband and I've been waiting..." Your hands gripped onto the white fur in his chest, despite just pushing him away, you took him back closer to you. Then your head fell onto his shoulder, you couldn't handle it any longer, all the waiting and mourning had caught up to you, you were in pain too, he wasn't the only one, and you had the right to be angry too. The tone of your shaky voice demanded him to understand, that he had the obligation to stay by your side, you owned half of his soul.

Shadows' body stiffened up, all sorts of feelings were invading his body, and the rough treatment he was receiving as the pleads, no, demands his love, confused him deeply. The somber mood was fighting to settle, yet all your words pushed it off, leaving only space for guilt and connection. He wanted to touch you, but he forgot how to, the memories in his subconscious could do so much; the memory wipe he received difficult him most of the interactions he had, but it wasn't such a problem when all he wanted was to destroy and rule everything; he felt a heavy knot of remorse settle in the pit of her stomach because of that.

Waiting

You had proposed to him many times before he sacrificed himself, half joking half serious. You've been doing that the entire time you worked together for Eggman, even Rouge pushed him a little to accept your hand, saying how she'd love to have another excuse to get a nice gem for your ring. He was very annoyed at you at first, repeatedly telling you that the mission was his only focus and he didn't have time to delve into such useless passions. With time, his heart softened up for you, you grounded him; most of the times he took it too far, you'd slap him as a wake-up call, maybe that's the reason it took him so long to do the correct thing; you weren't scared of him, or showing off your emotions; you had made it very clear you found him attractive, not wasting any occasion to make a comment or a pun; you even backed him up in the fight between him and his prototype, shooting from the distance with your sniper, and assisted him to recover from it after it finished.

He had found a couple of Marias things on the space colony, you took the time to comfort him despite not showing any signs that he needed it, you saw right through him. He didn't realize he had accidentally taken a simple piece of jewelry off her table, he told himself it was for nostalgic reasons, it must've been that. Yet, before everything went down, he surprised himself by handing you the ring after you made another comment about getting married when you went back to earth; he remembered the way your eyes shined, and it took you some time to understand what was going on, you suddenly became timid as you accepted, biting your smile while he put the ring in your finger.

I've been waiting

You stared at the broken moon for so many nights, praying that he made it out alive, that you didn't illusion yourself with a promise that didn't even have the time to begin. You found comfort in playing with the ring he gave you, or the dreams of the two of you together. You had fallen hard, didn't you? You told Rogue the stupid promise you made, earning a bitter laugh from her as she called you an idiot for actually going through with it. Both of you bonded with your grievance for him, meeting him and losing him at the same time gave you a mutual understanding of his character that no one else knew. Still, you missed him, you wanted him, not Rouge. You thought life hated you until you heard the news on TV, or the call of Sonic telling you about how he saw Shadow; you took it upon yourself to find him, yet you missed your opportunity every time, always getting too late.

"Waiting... For you..."

He finally held enough courage to pull you into a kiss, your so-desired kiss. His hands cradle your face with such burning passion, never wanting to let go. Both of your mouths moved in the compass of an imaginary rhythm, one you already knew from how many times it had been done. Your hands went to hold his, all your muscles tensed and the air started to lack, nonetheless, you tried pulling him even closer, wanting to just be one in the same, to not be able to conceive the possibility of being apart from one another ever again. It all felt so familiar it broke your heart, both of you were desperate, longing for the other's presence. Your hearts pounding at the same time, a song long lost now found again. It made him remember that everything was alright, he was here with you, and he would slowly remember, so when the kiss broke off naturally, he pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath, he no longer wanted to be gone, he just wanted you.

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #x reader #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #sonic movie 3 #sonic fandom #sonic 3 #sonic fanfiction #fanfiction

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cutiebinni · 5 months ago

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172 with myunggi?

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ // i wait for you - exes to lovers with myung-gi

warning !! : angsty, set in incheon south korea, myunggi is a bad bf, cussing, think thats all !

a/n : i love this trope so bad. yes, the title is derived from that one alex g song! (this is SO bad im sobbing guys)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

you’d send text after text, but you’d never get one back.

it frustrated you, really.

you didn’t understand why he couldn’t just text you back, give you at least some closure.

you’d been texting him for 7 fucking months. would he ever get back to you? if he did, what would he even say?

what do you even say in that position? how could he ever possibly explain himself?

fine.

you give up.

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1 month later

the phone ringing woke you up in the middle of the night. you looked up at your ceiling to where the time projected.

3:27 am.

who the fuck would be calling you this late? you grab your phone and look at the number.

INCOMING CALL FROM 032-XXXX-XXXX

a number you didnt know was calling you at 3 in the morning? that’s odd..

it had to be pretty important if they couldn’t wait til morning, so you answered. you tapped answer and pressed the phone up to your ear. “hello?” you mumbled.

“h-hello? is this- y/n, oh my god, is that r-really you?” the voice, which you presumed to be a guy, rambled on.

was he.. crying?

“who is this?” you questioned, “how do you know my name?”

“do you really not recognize my voice? y/n-ah, its myung-gi..”

you froze.

myung-gi’s calling you? after all this time?

“what do you want?” you spat coldly.

“listen, baby, i’m sorry—“

“no, i don’t wanna hear your ‘im sorry’ bullshit. what do you want?”

“can you let me finish?” he said frustrated. “im sorry. i know what i did was wrong. do you think we could meet up..? i wanna..-“ he sniffled before continuing,

“i need to explain everything. i know you pr-probably hate me, but please, y/n..”

you hesitated, part of you wanting to decline and hang up, but you were curious. “fine,” you started, “where do you want to meet?”

“really? u-uh.. remember the park we used to go to? what about there? 8pm?”

you sighed, “i guess i’ll be there.”

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it was five degrees out, about 4 inches of snow covered the ground. your feet sunk into the ground with every step you took.

you had put on a puffy black jacket, a scarf and some warm earmuffs.

you saw a bench that was covered in snow and walked over to it. you drew a little heart in the snow with your gloved hand before wiping all the snow off and sitting down.

5 minutes later, you still sat there on the wooden park bench, freezing your ass off.

and then you saw him.

“y/n..” he mumbled. bags under his eyes, heavier than ever. nose red from the cold.. or was it from crying? you stood up and he walked over to you.

“hi myeong.” you muttered back in a slightly cold tone. he ran up to hug you, and you gently pushed him off. “what did you want to see me for?”

“i just wanted to see you. hear your voice in person, you look so pretty, prettier than ever.. my y/n-“

“don’t call me that. im not yours anymore.”

he took a step back, your words feeling like ice cold water to the face, like a reality check. “right.. i uh.. sorry.”

“do you really think you can just walk back into my life like this? like nothing ever happened?”

“i- well, i..” he said before shaking his head, clearing his throat and continuing,

“i had to do what i did. you know how many people are after me. i didn’t wanna risk your life. y/n, i’m 1.8 billion won in debt. other people are in the same amount of debt because of me. im wanted by the police. me being with you risks your life.”

“you could have at least told me something.. i was worried sick. i thought you died.”

"i know," he said, his voice breaking. "i was scared. scared of being vulnerable, of dragging you into my mess. but i realize now that pushing you away was the worst thing i could have done.”

you sighed. "i don't know if I can just forgive you like that. you hurt me.”

"i understand," he said, tears in his eyes, "but i’m here now, and i want to make things right. if you'll let me."

you looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “it’s gonna take time. you’ll have to be patient.”

he grabbed your hand, frantically nodding, “i’ll wait, y/n. i’ll do whatever i can.”

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months passed, and true to his word, he was patient. he showed up, he listened, and he worked to rebuild the trust.

slowly, the walls you had built around your heart began to crumble.

one evening, as the sun set, you found yourselves back at the park, sitting together on that same bench.

he turned to you, his eyes full of love and hope. "i’ve missed you so much. more than you'll ever know."

you smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. "i’ve missed you too."

he leaned in, hesitating for a moment before you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a kiss that felt like coming home.

in that moment, all the hurt and pain melted away, replaced by a love that was stronger than ever.

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tags : @ventforu @zuminxtdoor @enhacracy

#i love myung gi #im siwan #kdrama #k drama #squid game 2 #squid game #fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #headcanons #audrey’s ask box !

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dvrktvnnel · 3 months ago

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whiskey lullaby pt. 2 - j.y.

genre - cowboy/sheriff

pairing - sheriff Yunho x reader

word count - 1.6k

warnings - blood, alcohol/drinking, classic cowboy stuff not too bad really

summary — whiskey lullaby inspired fic, pt 2! </3 (im sorry yall but yk how the song goes!)

You looked in the mirror, your eyes were tired and red, dark circles exposed your lack of sleep. You never really wanted him to leave, the night you closed the door in his face you silently pleaded for him to come back in and talk you out of it, convince you it was just a moment. That he still loved you.

But he didn’t fight for it, he accepted it and never spoke to you again. You didn’t go back to him and convinced yourself he was better without you.

Seonghwa tried to tell you otherwise, but you wouldnt listen. If he loved you, then he would come back. And you would wait for him.

But he didn’t, and you realized he never would. You couldn’t move on either, no matter how hard you tried.

“Yn, you should talk to him,” Seonghwa told you again. “He misses you more than you think.”

“Then he would come and tell me himself.”

You stormed off, leaving Seonghwa alone at the bar table. You couldn’t bear to see Yunho sitting at the counter, drinking without a care in the world. Like you meant nothing to him at all.

Tears stung your eyes, but you wiped them away before they could trail down your cheek. You locked yourself in your room, burying your face in your hands and pacing on the splintering wood floor.

There was a knock on your door, but you ignored it. You didnt want to talk to anyone right now.

“yn?”

Yeosang’s gentle voice passed through the door.

“Are you okay?”

You didnt answer, your voice left in the bar with Seonghwa.

“Mingi is taking Yunho out of town, I don’t think they’re coming back.”

Your heart shattered, its ragged edges piercing your chest. He was leaving you?

“You can stop him or say goodbye still.”

Your words were flooded with tears, your hand over you mouth so he didnt hear you sob.

“yn?” he asked again. With still no answer, he left.

You cried yourself to sleep, and when you woke up the next morning you heard the horses below stirring.

With puffy eyes you stood in the window, watching Mingi and Yunho outside. He really was leaving. Did he hate you that much?

You closed the curtain and curled back up in your bed. You were called down for breakfast, but you didn’t go. Seonghwa and Yeosang both tried to talk with you, but you never answered.

The only time you left your room was to go to the bar. Wooyoung sat in the corner shuffling cards, you avoided his gaze when you came in, bee-lining for the counter.

The man behind the counter poured you a glass of whiskey. Wooyoung glared at the man, daring him to pour another.

“I’m not going to let you drink yourself away,” Wooyoung said from behind.

“Seonghwa told me what happened, and Yeosang said you’ve been in your room since yesterday.”

You tried to speak but your voice cracked. You didn’t know if it was the lack of talking you’ve done, or the weakness you felt, but your voice no longer had its heart.

“He left me, I told him to go, and he did,” you said. You layed your head on the counter and took a shaky deep breath.

“I thought he would come back, I didnt think he’d really leave me, and now hes leaving forever.”

Wooyoung sat beside you, sliding your glass away from your hand.

“yn, Yunho doesn’t-“

With a deafening ring, gunshots fired into the bar. Glass bottles and jars burst into pieces and shattered onto the floor. Panic ensued and Wooyoung pulled you behind the counter.

“What the fuck?” he said, the fear in his voice easily recognized.

Wooyoung held your hand tightly. You kept your eyes on the door, waiting for the man to finish his destruction and leave.

The hand on your shoder almost made you scream, your mouth muffled quickly by a second hand.

“Sh, sh, its me its me,” Jongho whispered. “This way.”

He motioned for you both crawl forward to A small door on the floor. Jongho lifted the wooden panel and ushered you inside. Wooyoung followed with Jongho behind him.

“Stay here, it’ll be safe.”

“Wait what about you?” you asked.

“I’m going to lead the rest the bar down here, before it gets worse.”

Wooyoung let go of your hand and followed him back up.

“Woo!”

“He told you to stay, not me. Stay.”

He closed the door behind him before you could protest, and you heard a gunshot followed by a heavy thud. You tried to push the door open, but something was holding it down.

“Oh God, oh God please no,” you whispered, pushing harder on the door. It didn’t budge, you ran down the narrow tunnel until you reached the door. You opened it slowly, the sound of gunfire and chaos raging all around you.

There must’ve been twenty men on horses, breaking down doors and shooting just to cause a panic.

You closed the door behind you and snuck to the front of the bar, a large man stood on the porch firing his gun. He saw you, just a glimpse of you before you ducked back around the back.

You only had one choice, and that was to run. You ran to the only place you could think of Yunho’s room. You bolted through the street and weaved between houses, the man hot on your tail.

The door was unlocked, and you slammed it behind you. It didn’t phase him, he knocked the door open, and you fell to the ground. He loomed over you and you scrambled to your feet, grabbing Yunho’s gun off the table.

You ran upstairs, pausing at the top to put a bullet in the man's leg. He yelled out, calling a name you didnt catch. A second man came through the door, and you locked yourself in Yunho’s room.

You didnt have time to look around, the door creaking and splintering from the brute force of the men on the other side. They weren’t going to let you go.

The door gave in to the pressure and you were cornered. You shot again, but there was only one bullet inside. It clicked helplessly and you screamed, as loud as you could.

You threw things in front of you, knocking over a table with whiskey glasses and a bookcase in an attempt to make more obstacles. The man held his gun up to you, and Yunho’s voice called out to you.

The other man took his chance and hid by the doorframe. Yunho wouldnt see him, he’s going to get himself killed.

“yn!”

“Yunho no!” you cried out, but it was too late. He fell to the ground and tried to get to him. The man caught you, trying to hold you still bYou thrashed in his arms, kicking and screaming. The second man hit you the same way he did with Yunho, and you blacked out.

By the time you came to, everything was already done. You were in your bed, Seonghwa sitting next to you.

“Yn! You’re awake,” he said, grabbing your hand.

“Seonghwa, what happened? Is Yunho okay? Where’s Wooyoung and Jongho?”

Seonghwa shushed you and laid you back on your pillow.

“yn, I’ll tell you everything when youre more awake, for now just stay here. Let me go get Jongho.”

You couldve cried, you wanted to, but you were too exhausted. Jongho came in to examine you again, make sure you were okay.

“I think you’ll be fine. Seonghwa,” he said.

Seonghwa nodded and closed the door behind Jongho.

Mingi and Wooyoung had been shot, but they were both okay. A few more people were injured, there were only a few deaths. Yunho’s funeral was to be held with the fallen tomorrow.

Everything fell apart around you. Seonghwa tried to keep you in the room, but you pushed past him. You went to Yunho’s house, passing Mingi who sat on the porch with his head hung low.

He still had bandages on, the dark red stains were a painful reminder of everything you wanted to forget.

In Yunho’s room, you sat on the edge of his bed. Someone had cleaned his room, the broken table and shelf now missing. You ignored the stained corner and focused on the wearing fabric of his blanket.

With heavy steps, Mingi came into the room to join you.

“yn, I found this. I think it was meant for you.”

He handed you a folded piece of paper. It smelled like whiskey and was crinkled up. You could barely make out the smudged words.

“I’ll love her till the day I die.”

“It was downstairs under a glass of whiskey.”

You thought back to when you came here, and how his gun only had one bullet loaded. You imagined how he must have felt, he was alone and thought you hated him. The two of you waiting for the other to take the first step. His cost him his life.

“He loved you so much,” Mingi said. “I shouldn’t have tried to make him leave, I thought it would make him see-“

You interrupted him with a hug, sobbing into his chest. He kept his head up, blinking away the tears that dripped off his chin.

His service was tonight, and with a few final words with Mingi you went back to your house to get ready. The black dress you wore made the dark circles around your eyes stand out. You couldn’t even break a smile.

Yunho was buried under the willow tree by the river, the note he had written in his hands. A melody of songbirds and wind chimes gave an eerily beautiful song. As the mayor would’ve said, it was the angels singing the whiskey lullaby.

For years, you tried to hide the whiskey on your breath. You couldn’t help but blame yourself, you had kicked him out and expected him to come back, then got yourself in a position that cost him his life. Because you had ignored him, his last weeks were miserable and lonely.

Nothing anyone said could make you feel better. No matter how much you drank, you couldn’t move on, you couldn’t forget. When your time had finally come, they found you in his room clinging to one of his pictures.

They buried you with him beneath the willow, and again the angels sang the whiskey lullaby.

i’m sorry yall but i had to 😭 it’s such a good song and i needed to write a fic for it🙏

taglist: @vampzity @scarfac3 @h4untedgrl @losrpark @jjongibears @dollywoo @velvetmoonlght

#—❥dvrktvnnel #—❥lixi’s nightmares #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez atiny #ateez fic #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #jeong yunho #cowboy au #whiskey lullaby #sheriff au

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theartofclowns · 7 months ago

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Valentines

cw: none, just fluff! and one mention of death! (correct me if im wrong when you get to that part..)

a/n: my amazing moot helped me with this whole story! @dominionatrix! took us forever but we eventually got the perfect story! anyways heres the story <3 (i love spoiling everyone ;)

heres the song that i thought was cute addition to this story!

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It was valentines day, a holiday you use to hate but now your so excited. Art had texted you earlier in the evening to tell you he was going to bring you somewhere around 10. You didnt know exactly why he was taking you to this place but he said youd enjoy it. He told you he was going to bring you to a amusement park, you thought it was a bit suspicious but didnt question it. All you could think about was how this was going to be the first time you spend valentines with the person you love.

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It was about 9:50 when he texted you that he was going to be at your house soon. You look in the mirror before getting a wave of anxitey about how you look, but you remebered he doesnt care how unready, or "ugly" you look, your words not his. You heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and you take a deep breath before turning around to walk towards the door, before you hear his horn honk right in your face. you scream at the loud noise and the unexpectancy of him inside your house. You then take another deep breath before opening your eyes and looking at him, he had a card and a bundle of flowers, covered in blood obviously. He then hands it to you and gives you his usual smile. You take the handmade card and the bloody flowers and tear up a little. "for me?" you ask, looking up at him with tears running down your face. He gives you a dumb look before nodding with a bit of sass. You giggle and sniffle at your stupid question, Art then points to the paper card, telling you to read it. You place the flowers on your vanity before looking back at the card. The front had a big heart with your names in the middle. Y/N + Art. It looked like art wrote it in blood. You open the card and read it, the handwriting is sloppy but readable. "happy valentines day, art", you read before flipping over the card and placing it down. you give him a smile a hug him tightly, smiling while doing so. He hugs back, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss. He pulls away as he grabs your hand. Art looks at the door, in a way of asking if your ready. You nod and hold onto his hand, walking out of the door.

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Its around 10:30 by now and you and Art have been driving for about 20 minutes, you whine looking at him, "are we almost theree?". Art nods, speeding up to get to the destination faster. You grab his hand tightly shaking in your boots at the speed. "slow down art!" you whine grabbing onto him tighter. He shakes his head as he swerves into the empty parking lot of the amusement park. You look around and recognize this place from the news. You continue to look around before art slams his door shut, taking you out of thought. He then comes to your side, opening the door for you. Art moves his hand around, silently telling you to get out of the van. You jump out and look at him with suspicion, "you killed a little girl here.. why are we here art?" you ask, but he doesnt move, he just keeps walking towards the entrance. After walking for a few minute you reach the attraction "TERRIFIER", you recognize it from the survivor of Art. you tilt your head as he continues walking, finally stepping inside of the attraction. Your anxiety goes up, feeling a bit uneasy by this. You dont know if he'll torture you or kill you. You keep your guard up, feeling tense. Art notices this and rubs your hand, reassuring you he will not kill you. You feel a bit more relaxed as your thought are most definetly not true, that you know of. You and art continue walking untill he stops in one specific room, the room the little pale girl held jonathan in. You see a torn up blanket on the ground and a doll head as a pillow, you feel guilty just at the side, knowing your boyfriend sleeps here instead of in your bed. Art then pulls out a tiny chair and motions for you to sit on it. You walk over and slowly sit down, he then sits on the ground right infront of you. "this is where you sleep when you leave?" you ask with a bit of concern. He nods smiling and putting his hands together and then against his head, acting out a sleeping act. You smile, "your okay here, right?" you ask, still a bit sad. Art nods once again, he stands up quickly running to a shelf in the room. He picks up a bucket and sits it right infront of you while he sits back down. Art then hands you the box, You take it and open it. Its full of different horns, weapons and one random book thats ruined by blood. You raise a eyebrow before giggling "this keeps you entertained huh? your a literal child" you say smiling at him. Art smiles to and nod grabbing his usual black horn. He squeezes the ball and its alot louder. You jump slightly before smiling. You shake your head and you stand up. Art stands up with you and he grabs your waist and hugs you. You hug back and kiss his neck softly, he pulls away from the hug and kisses your lips.

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after staying a while in his place, playing around, laughing (only you), and just cuddling you had to go. You didnt want to leave, you didnt wanna leave the love of your life. You wanted to stay with him, even if it is in this room filled with dolls. Art see's your sadness and hugs you once again. "can i stay? one night?" You ask in a very sad tone. Art knows if your here and someone randomly comes in your gonna get killed. Not by him but buy whoever come in, he can come back but he knows you cant. Art thinks about it for a few minutes, his face straight and deep in thought. He then looks at you before nodding, a smile back on his face. You jump up in excitement as he says yes, basically, you hug him once again with a huge smile. You feel your head go airy and you cant stop what was about to come out of your mouth. It all happened so fast, you couldnt stop yourself. "i love you art!" you say. Art tenses up and looks at you, you realized what you just said and you start breathing heavily. You were supposed to say that in a few more months.. now you ruined it. Art them pushes back before signing "i love you more". You look at him in shock, your body completely still. You finally come back to your senses running to him and kissing him. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull away. your heart pounding at the moment that just happened. Hoping this could last forever. Wishing you could replay this moment over and over. you smile and look into his eyes as you pull away. he loves you. he loves your imperfections.. he. loves. you.

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IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE! ugh this was os fun to write im genuinly gonna post this and cry because he loves us! (pls lets be delusional.)

anyways i hope yall enjoy this. bc i know i did.

#art the clown x reader #david howard thornton #art the clown #terrifer 2 #terrifier #art the clown fluff #art is literally daddy

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sleepwalk-station · 24 hours ago

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GRAHHH OC X CANON GRAHHHH . can we enquire about your oc . the glasses make us think they’re an agent

hi sorry i immediately passed out after responding to the last ask . he is in fact an aahw agent. his name is crane and he's one of the main characters in 0R1G4M1 (appearance first chapter). here is more of him below

ummm. there is a little bit of lore behind it but this just started as a crackships "what ifs" scenario since in my headcanon both crane and deimos have no loyalty to the AAHW and want to dissent ahhh im gonna yap below cut its cringe

they first bumped into eachother while fighting an intruder in the aahw facility. agent deimos, being exhausted, hid in a corner trying to smoke his stress away. crane encounters him in such a miserable state that he cant help but offer some support.

deimos vented about how pointless and shit it is to be in the AAHW and how hes going to die anyway so there was no point in fighting anymore and that crane should just shoot him dead since now he admitted to hating the AAHW right in front of him.

(dissenters are either sent to be brainwashed and basically re-coded to being loyal again or they are just killed since theyll be a big problem if they get out and hurt the AAHW's reputation of being a Good Agency that keeps citizens safe which draws in more people to join.)

crane shook his head and then agreed with him. Yeah. its a fucking hellhole being here in the agency actually. i agree with you. he sat down with deimos, and deimos, being a clone (theyre discriminated against in the AAHW for being weird mindless freaks) never really expected crane to feel sympathy for him. and i guess that shared bitter hatred made them closer as a result.

they would whisper and backtalk to their fellow agents. trading their share of supplies and have eachothers back. eventually deimos had ENOUGH. and wanted to run away from the AAHW forever, not trapped in this ant death spiral. deimos wanted crane to dissent too, but he hesitated. he still values his life and the other agents were suspicious of his behavior (being a slacker and all dodgy) he knows that he'll get caught trying to escape. crane was also injured at the time, so it made it impossible to run away.

deimos had no more time for getting his answer as he walked away from crane. he felt frustrated as he knows that hes alone in this, and will have to survive on his own again.

crane felt guilty, he knew that nothing could stop him from trying to get out, and stayed in the AAHW instead of leaving with him. he didnt know if the escape was ever successful, and had difficult time sleeping each night.

a few months pass by, deimos is now recognized in the AAHW as a traitor. crane is the same ever since they last talked. they met again, and bullets were fired, and were startled they ran into eachother again. deimos started shaking that crane was still alive. crane didnt want to shoot him either, and it was just exchanging awkward, hurtful looks to eachother. crane wanted to know what happened, get closer to him again, but its painful to even see him right now, and ran away. he wanted to be alone and never deal with this again.

most of the ship art i drew depicted are them coming into terms with eachother again, and deimos accepting his choice to stay and why he didnt leave with him, even if it hurts to think about that first hesitation when he left. its kind of bittersweet, in a way.

idk. a good song to explain this feeling would be tragedy. (ignore one of the . um. lyrics. its a really good song)

#ask #anon #this is cringe. mods. kill this guy right now

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chisungie · 2 years ago

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#GRRR >:( searching for utapri content makes me so grrrr !! but also thoroughly impressed #because people will post shit with the song title and group name ex quartet night you're my life #and ill hear it. and ill be like huh? what happened to the VA it sounds kinda diff? why does camus sound like hes struggling..#like ranmarus voice is rougher whats up with that? the mix is also a little- AND THEN I'LL HEAR IT. YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE GOOD AT THE VOICE #BUT I CAN RECOGNIZE MY BOYS. THIS IS A FUCKIGN COVER GROUP >:((#i can pick out quartet night cover groups from the real deal ANYDAY. but i wasnt ready so you definitely had me convinced but confused sobs #for starish.. well usually one member gives it away. this camus is fucking good tho ngl. all of them are but- OH THEY ALWAYS DO EXTRA ADLIB #THAT TOO. cover groups r so creative.. oh the mix is so much better when its the official ALSKDJ sORRY IT PLAYED RIGHT AFTER #DUDE AOI SHOTA'S VOICE <3 ID NEVER MIX HIM UP WITH ANYONE !!!! just like ill never EVER GET OTOYA MIXED UP WITH SOMEONE COVERING HIM. NEVER #anyway the point is. its hard enough to find any fucking utapri song when ur not in japan or have a vpn or smn.#and THEN WHEN YOU DO FIND THE SONG ITS A FUCKING COVER GROUP THAT GOT UNCREDITED BC OP THINKS ITS THE OFFICIAL ONE.. NO!#to the cover groups credit tho. theyre always fucking amazing tbh and if i didnt spend multiple years of my life fixating on these voices #then u mightve fooled me. but i did! so u wont fool me :'))#feelsbad tho bc the cover groups/singers get uncredited and the internet just goes on believing that it's the official release.#44597 #anyway thats my rant bc i tried to listen to a song i hadnt heard in a while and had to wonder if the singers always sounded so awk.not neg

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izurelia · 8 months ago

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marry you ~ bruno mars

a/n: i went to this resturaunt called the hangout in gulf shores and it was just so fun and i got this idea from it!!! btw readers name will be scarlett

summary: scarlett and drew have been dating for about 2 years when them and the cast of obx all go out to dinner at this fun local resturaunt when drew surprises scarlett.

warnings: literally none this is the cutest thing everrrrr!!!

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when the cast of obx gets seated at the busy resturaunt and orders their drinks, they all start chatting in their little groups.

"this place is so fun, look at those shark drinks!" carlacia points out the blue drinks with sharks in them, and they watch as man pours the red contents in the shark into his drink, "i am definitely getting that!" rudy says, making the whole group laugh.

a shorter tanned man makes his way to the front of the large, opened resturaunt and turns on his microphone. "hello folks! welcome to the hangout! i just wanted to take a minute before the fun starts to recognize anyone that has served our country, so please stand if you are a veteran or active member of the army."

a handful of people in the restaurant stand and everyone claps for them, the man continues with teachers, healthcare workers, police officers, and firefighters. "alllllllllll righty folks now let's get the fun started! if you know a fun man of the house point him out! boyfriends, husbands, dads! point em out folks!" i look over at drew and smirk, the other boys in the group shaking their heads, not wanting to do anything.

"all right, all right." drew says laughing as the whole group starts to point at him, getting the man with the microphone's attention. "how about you over there," he points at drew, "come on up here!" drew gets up and walks towards the man as he points out a couple of other men in the resturaunt.

once their are two other men up their with drew, the shorter guy starts again. "alright now that we have our three contestants, please say your names!" he goes down the line of the men, starting away from drew, when he gets to drew he has to look up at him and he laughs, "gosh you are tall, what's your name sir?" "drew." drew laughs, and our whole group laughs at the shorter man's words.

"now that we know our three contestants, let's get them started on the lip sync challengeeeeeeeeeee!" the whole resturants cheers for the three men. i turn my chair to face them better.

as the first two men go, one of them has to sing baby, by justing beiber, and the other sings party in the usa by miley cyrus. now it was drew's turn and he gets handed the mic.

the music stops for a second before it starts again, playing marry you by bruno mars. drew begins to sing for the crowd as they all laugh at his excitement.

"is it the look in your eyes? or is it this dancing juice?"

drew sings as he goes through the crowd, table to table.

"who cares baby? i think i wanna marry you."

drew starts to make his way towards our table as i uncontrollably smile at his excitement.

"cause it's a beautiful night,"

he comes closer to our table as i laugh at his goofiness.

"we're looking for something dumb to do."

he finally makes it to our table as he sets the mic on the table, going down onto one knee, making my heart almost stop.

"hey baby," he sings.

"i think i wanna marry you." he pulls out a gold ring has my breath gets stuck in my throat and my eyes swell up. the music slows and finally comes to stop as the resturaunt quiets, waiting for my response.

"yes!" i jump up and hug him tighter than i ever have as the whole resturant cheers and the song begins to play again. when we break away from the hug i pull him into a deep, romantic kiss. when i pull away i turn around and look at my friends.

"did u guys know about this?" i laugh. they all look at eachother, acting like they didnt know anything at all. "you assholes!" i laugh, sitting in my seat. "we didn't want to ruin the surprise!" chase laughs.

"everyone give it up for the bride and groom to be!" the shorter man says, making the whole crowd turn to us and cheer.

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okay i reallllllyyy liked this and it was fun to write!!! hope you guys like it too 🤍🤍

#drew starkey #obx #drew starkey x reader #marry you #bruno mars #lip sync

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sunflower-coconut · 2 months ago

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THEIR CONTACT NAME IN YOUR PHONE ft Sylus & Xavier

A/N: This is mainly for Malaysian/Indonesian girls because the names are heavily related to Malaysian/Indonesian language

SYLUS🪶

You were in the shower at Sylus’, washing the day away after a particularly hard mission and unlike any other days, you had left your phone on the bed.

Now, Sylus wasnt usually one to breach your privacy but lately something had piqued his curiosity.

Unlocking your phone with his face ID, he opened up your message app. Right at the top was his name- his very recognizable name except for a little addition at the end.

*Sylusku*

His eyebrows furrowed, a little disappointed at the simplicity of the name. He would have expected something sweet, seeing that both had been dating for sometime now.

Maybe something like Lover, or Darling. Hell, he doesnt mind if it was Sy Sy even, but just his name was a little surprising.

In his wonder, he didnt realize you were done showering.

“Um, Sylus, what are you doing on my phone?”

He looked up to the sight of you half naked and tried to keep focus on the task at hand.

“What does Sylusku mean, kitten?” He asked, voice low and uncharacteristically unsure.

You immediately turned red, walking closer to your lover. “Uh, it means: My Sylus. To add -ku in my language means to show that something belongs to you.” Doubt grows in you as you observe Sylus’ reaction.

While it has been a few months since you both started dating, maybe calling him yours was a bit too presumptuous.

Sylus simply hummed, low in his throat and you fidget under his thoughtful gaze.

“If youre uncomfortable with it, I can change it. It’s no big de–“ Before you were able to finish your nervous rambling, Sylus had pulled your wrist towards himself causing you to fall directly into his arms.

“Now, why would I be uncomfortable with such a fitting name. I am indeed yours, and I wouldnt have it any other way” he confessed as his lips met yours.

XAVIER ✨

Both you and Xavier were relaxing in your apartment. As of late it seems like the apartment upstairs had become less and less of use.

You were sitting on the couch, with Xavier sprawled out, head in your lap.

His eyes were closed, content with lying on your lap along with your hands playing with his hair.

You were also absentmindedly humming a tune. It wasnt something he was familiar with but he recognize it due to how frequent you hum it. He wasnt sure whether you even realize it yourself.

“Y/N, what song are you humming? It’s very soothing” He questioned, curiosity finally getting the best of him.

“Oh, uh, it’s a song from my childhood. It reminds me of you.” You answered, surprised that Xavier was awake.

“Sing it for me” he asked.

Though not really confident with your singing voice, you listened.

Dengarlah bintang hatiku aku akan menjagamu

Dalam hidup dan matiku hanya kaulah yang ku tuju

Dan teringat janjiku padamu

Suatu hari pasti akan ku tepati*

You glanced down only to find Xavier finally asleep.

Ever since then; that was his contact on your phone.

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A/N: This is like my first ever fic on tumblr and i wrote this for fun.

#love and deepspace #lads #sylus #xavier

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Hey I was just wondering if you could do a tadc x reader who dies their hair very often? like every month or so they dye it a different color and no one knows what color it'll be next

TADC cast x reader who dyes their hair a lot!

UEUEUEUUEU hope this is okay! i must admit i was a little uwuwuawua on ideas for a lot of the characters </3 grr finding new songs to play on loop to get me into writing is hard; though currently antonymph by vylet pony is doing things to my brain

CAINE:

makes a huge deal of things whenever you dye your hair simply because he thinks what you do with yourself is cool; and since its the digital world you can get away with dying your hair as often as you want! cant damage what technically isnt real! probably makes hair color suggestions and is absolutely thrilled when you actually follow through within the coming days. prepare to have some weird combos, though... probably changes the color of his suit to match your hair... even adds stripes if your hair has stripes, or any other pattern dyed into it

POMNI:

honestly? more power to you, thats her reaction mostly. would pomni dye her own hair, or otherwise get anything to modify her appearance? probably not... but she thinks you look great with it... probably asks why you chose the current color you went with, as well as asking whenever you change. nothing like "oh WHY? why THAT color?" but like genuine non-rude curiosity... doesnt like outwardly betting or wondering what color youre going to pick outloud since she doesnt want you to think shes rude or something

RAGATHA:

has probably made multiple color variations of accessories she has made for you so you can wear anything without having the colors clash... thinks your hair is pretty, me thinks! doesnt matter what color it is, could literally be the unpleasant green-pink-brown color gradient meme and she would still find something nice to say about it... does sometimes wonder what color youre going to choose next... probably has a hush hush bet going on between her jax and zooble on what color youre going to choose next... huh what no jax didnt just get all moody because you walked in with aqua blue hair- no hes not passing something to ragatha, what are you talking about?

JAX:

as mentioned above he makes bets with some of the other circus members on what color youre going to rock next... if you ask him for any suggestions on what color you should change to next, dont expect any serious answers. even if he is being serious, jax doesnt strike me as the type to care much about colors and shades so hes probably going to drop the most basic colors. ..

"purple."

"what KIND of purple? light? dark? pastel? reddish or bluish?

"purple."

stuff like that, i think! probably fiddles with your hair, especially if you dye your tips a different color... jax fidget headcannon strikes again

KINGER:

on a bad day he might just not recognize you for a short moment... i originally said that as a joke but considering he sometimes forgets gangle is literally standing right next to him, i dont... think thats much of a joke... but after the initial confusion, i think he would really like whatever color you choose! likes playing with your hair, if you let him! he finds it soothing in its own way, and now he just has pretty colors to look at! cant explain why but i feel like he would be very good at identifying colors, so if you come in rocking some new color hes going to ask if its (insert specific shade of red that no one knows the name of. like. amaranth red.. or something..)

ZOOBLE:

honestly, they get it! i like to think that they swap out their pieces in order to fit whatever look or vibe they want for the day; aaaand i personally hc that in the real world they would dye their hair and get a bunch of piercings! though, they dont really remember much stuff from the real world, at least not clearly... but the point still stands, you guys probably get together to make a new look together! though, on days where they dont give any input on what hair color you choose next, theyre making bets with jax and ragatha... dont know why but i think zooble wins the most in the bets... shrugs

GANGLE:

oh she thinks its so pretty! has probably always loved things like that, since its a form of self expression! and she can kind of relate to that since shes an artist, albeit her medium is paper rather than her body... thinks... probably gives shy recommendations for colors if you ask her, is also bad at masking (lol) her surprise when you actually take her idea into consideration and follow through with it... makes her feel some type of way that someone cares enough about her ideas that they literally apply it to their appearance, you know?

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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sngj08 · 10 months ago

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[The Boys Next Door] idol!bnd x fan!reader

summary: you accidentally see a kpop idol group called boynextdoor moving in the house next door to film for their music video.

genre: boy next door, neighbor, idol and fan, based on real events

part 1 [check pt 2 here]

You and your siblings were looking for your parents in a supermarket because they told you to finish eating first before going in to help them.

“Help me look for them Baps.” You said to your brother while you three were at the fruit section.

“Mom told us to get a watermelon.” Your sister said to you while looking at her phone.

“Ok lets go guys” You said dragging your siblings with you to get a watermelon.

“Ok guys-“ You were about to explain to your siblings until you bump into a shoulder.

“Oh” The person beside you said making you turn your head.

“Sorry” You turned your head to a guy wearing all black with a beanie and a face mask as you quietly said scooting away from the guy quickly.

"Just me sis or he looks familiar?" You say to your sister at a good distance away from him.

"It's rude to- Yeah he just looks like a regular tiktoker" She said distracted at her phone, just realizing the person whom I bumped into.

"Just get the watermelon sis" Your younger brother said while nudging you abit.

"Mom said nevermind and to go back to the car." Your sister replied to your brother as you all turn around to go to the car.

You guys dropped by the cafe your parents own to bring some items for the store. After fixing some stocks at the store, you guys all went home.

As the car was about to take the left turn to your street, your dad noticed a car parked outside the house that was for rent.

"Look guys! Someone rented the house!" He said while driving past the house you see a familiar figured person with bright colored hair carrying some groceries from the car.

The man smiled and waved at your car as your dad waved back to him.

"They seem cute and handsome too Yn" Your mom spoke to you as you roll your eyes at your mom's mindset.

On your nightly walk to the mailbox, you see the lights of the neighbor's house on while you could hear some screaming from inside.

You open the mailbox at the same time, their door opens as well and the same short guy from earlier and the person who wore all black from the supermarket without a face mask making you turn your head.

They notice your presence and look back at you with a smile, initiating a smile back from you. Until it hit you why they looked familiar.

Those were the guys my sister kept playing on the new hybe boy group my sister talked about.... boynextdoor... zico's kids right?

You thought to yourself while staring at them.

"Do you recognize us?" The shorter one said.

"boynextdoor right?" You said to make sure. With your response, both of them smiled.

"Yes, nice to meet you! I'm Sungho." The taller one said.

"I'm Riwoo." The shorter one said making you nod.

"Nice to see you and I'll be rooting for you guys!" You said to them while closing the mailbox.

"See you around!" The smaller one said before they walk to the sidewalk.

"Yo sis!" You called out for your sister.

"What do you want from me?" She said walking downstairs looking at her phone in her hand.

"The guy from the supermarket and the guy from earlier are boynextdoor!" You said enthusiastically.

"Yeah... they are guys next door. What do you mean?" She said looking up from her phone.

"The new boygroup from hybe?!" You explained to your sister again.

"Oh ok." Your sister said as she was about to walk back upstairs.

"Wait sis, did they sing that song Bap blasts out loud?" You asked her to make her stay downstairs.

"Yeah" She just said then goes back upstairs.

The next day, you and your sister were getting the trash outside until you saw 2 people grabbing their trash from outside.

You nudge your sister again to look at the two.

"Oh that's Taesan, the guy you didnt like because he doesnt enjoy ice cream and Leehan, the fish guy." She explained to you while still about to grab the trash cans before the 2 men go back inside the house.

"Do you want to go on a walk after this?" You say to your sister as she rolls her eyes at you.

"I thought you hate going outside?" She side eyed you.

"I wanna lose weight and the weather seemed nice too!" You whined to your younger sister as she rolled her eyes while parking the trash can.

“Fine, but only for an hour.” She said you as you guys started walking back outside.

As you passed by the house again you see another person go out the door.

You nudge your sister again and point the guy who just went out of the house to your sister using your head.

“Thats Jaehyun” Your sister says looking at him for a split second then looking back at her phone again.

“You’re the fan right?” He said pointing at you.

“She��s more of a fan than me. I just realized it was you guys.” You playfully pushed your sister while you explained to him.

“Thanks for supporting us.” He said to the both of you as he went to their mailbox.

“Of course! Why are you guys here tho?” You asked to him.

“Just for our debut in a few.” He shrugged to you guys while closing out the mail box.

“Oh ok, we’ll look forward to it!” You said cheerly to Jaehyun.

#kpop #kpop boys #kpop imagines #kpopidol #bnd taesan #bnd x reader #bnd imagines #bnd #bnd fluff #bnd jaehyun #bnd leehan #bnd riwoo #boynextdoor #bonedo

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voidselfshipp · 2 months ago

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Band Meeting.

Cw: None,as far as im aware.

Summary: Spg walks into the "Forget-Me-Not" antique shop and meet the owners. The band quickly makes Friends with their fellow robots and invite them to the concernt.

>Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

>A/N: Nimbus Belongs to my amazing friend @gizm0-gadgetz . The italiced parts are quotes from the fic theyre writing. This is a companion piece from Sunnys perspective.

Sunny was sorting out the vynils,right behind the cassete tapes. Theyre humming under their breath,a spanish song. Their nimble fingers push appart each case to set it on the specific box each genre had.

--Sunny?--Came the voice of Nimbus. They look up from their spot,their ears twitching a little with a whirr as they find the source of the sound. -- Suuuny?

They push away from the boxes and quickly walk.

They spring from behind the cassete area and smile. --Nimbus! Hi! Lonely again?-- they were genuine in their asking,but there was a bit of joyful teasing.

--No- Well,yes. But thats not why im here-- It answered, his bright yellow eyes looking unsure. Its puzzling, theres an odd anxiousness and uncertainty in their gaze.

--Whats wrong..?

He hummed,unsure-- C'mere,i want to show you something -- they gestured back at the antique shop with a Sly smile-- In the store.

They circled over the cassette area and folded their arms to make the whires rest-- A shipment of Cool Vintage?

Nimbus didnt answer, taking the hand of their friend and taking them to the store where 3 robots stood bickering Like siblings. Sunny recognizes them somehow,they have seen them before. But their gaze does linger for a bit longer on the tall, handsome silver robot.

His voice is deep and smooth, he looks adorable bickerint with whom they assume to be his sister. Hes clad in a black suit. They whistle in surprise, their electric pulse skipping a few beats.

Nimbus asked the Group what brought them here,a bright haired robot girl answered that theyre here looking for repair parts for their friend Zer0. The name does ring a bell.

The female robot answered an interesting detail: They needed to get ready for a show.

Sunny raised their brows,looking at the silver robot that held a cowboy hat in his hands. He looks a bit annoyed from his sister's teasing.

--What kind of show?-- they asked.

The Silver robot startled to attention,he looks at them and their bright green eyes. They smile,a little shy at the sudden acknowledgement from the handsome bot.-- We're The Steam powered Giraffe-- he began,a clear look of surprise and something else in his gaze.

--The- the singing musical automat-tons!

Came the voice of the bright haired female robot. She smiles wide and claps her hands together all excited like,cute.

A bronze robot joined them, he had bright Orange moutache and chops. His bowler hat had a little chimney. He held out a sheet of paper which Sunny reached over to take.

They felt Nimbus leaning over to see the details themself. It was a poster of some sort, advertising the show which seemed to be taking place at a concert hall nearby.

--Huh.-- Nimbus added-- I didn't know concerts were taking place again. They were doing renovations not too long ago…-- They point to the names. --The Spine, Rabbit, Hatchworth, Zer0.

It paused for a moment, looking at the trio. --You mentioned that Zer0 was getting repaired…so you three are The Spine, Rabbit and Hatchworth?.

--Oh let me guess!--Sunny pointed to the bronze one, who just tilted his head curiously.--Hatchworth, He has the hatch.-- He smiled, nodding his head before giving two thumbs up.

They turned their attention to the other two, squinting at them. After a moment they circled around them both once before returning behind the counter again. --The silver one is Spine--

Spine nodds,a little awkward. He feels his joints let out some steam,and he feels embarassed. Hopefully they didnt notice.

--And So you have to be Rabbit?-- spine and his sister both clapped, though Rabbit seemed much more energetic in it.

--Sm-Smart cookie!--She grinned, shooting a wink in Sunnys direction. Sunny felt their fans kick in,a nervous giggle stuck in their throat.

--Shame -- Nimbus added as they looked at the poster. Its eyes centered on the details, It had an issue with recognizing faces.--yer tickets must be wildly sold out by now-- He mused softly, setting the flyer down and turning his attention back to the trio. --Anyways-!

Its then hatchworth speaks up again,saying they can invite them in. The trio argues for a bit over Wether or not to invite them,something About VIP tickets being the only ones remaining (And sunny cringing at the thought of anything expensive,being a cheapstake at heart).

But they do seem content on watching the silver robot move. Hes a little stiff in his movements,showing a clear age in his design. Theres steam coming out of the crevices of his neck as he moves,his hands click with little mechanisms within his fingers.

Sunny was a more recent model,being created by Robotica Heliocentrista, (Heliocentrism robotics), a manufacturer known for their solar panel powered machines. In terms of tech,they had much more modern components. They didnt want to make the Spine feel like a dinosaur for being...well,old.

Though to be fair he did age like fine wine-

Its then they hear spine talk--We dont even know their names! Or if theyre even interested!

Sunny has to hold back a snort. "Oh trust me,cowboy,im more than interested ".

--Oh! Of course!! You know us,Shall we know you?-- hatchworth asked,all happy. His energy was endearingly exhausted for the solar powered bot.

--Sunny Dew,at your service-- they twirled,with a slight wave of their hands for extra flourish. They really couldnt help the theatrics. Spine seems to smile a little at that,a soft look on those bright green eyes he has.

--Rolls off the tongue!--Hatch exclaimed with a dorky smile.

The solar powered bot looks at Nimbus,expecting them to do the same. Nimbus does try its best,getting stuck on their stutter for a bit before sunny Gently and yet forcefully claps them on his back. It seems to do the trick.

Hatchworth asked if they were made by the same manufacturer, Spine said something about how asking that was rude and Sunny felt their neck receed backwards in a bit of what they could only describe as second hand embarassment- A lighthearted one. These robots are old.

--We weren't-- Nimbus spoke up before they could start bickering properly. --I d-d-d-Don't know who made me, but we have different b-b-b-builds.

He twitched a bit, trying to make sure his internal mechanics were in the right places.

--Due for a dusting?-- Sunny asked and Nimbus only nodded. Clearly his voice box wasn't working particularly well.

--Alright, we can set some time aside later tonight.-- Sunny smiled, patting their friend's shoulder.

--Well, N-Nimbus and Sunny, want to join us?-- Rabbit added.

--For the show you mean?-- Nimbus asked.

--Of course!

Nimbus looked to Sunny, waiting for their input before they spoke.

--It sounds very fun-!--they smiled, leaning forward over the desk. Now that they had a bit of time gaging the trio's personality (most importantly,Spines) it was easy to regain their usual charm.

Sunny was a lover, of humans and robots alike. Nimbus knew all about it. The solar powered robot settled their gaze on the silver bot, they smile at him and holds his gaze for a little longer before returning to pay attention to the Group. Their head rests on their right hand,playing dumb.

Eventually the Group does leave,with some bickering inbetween as it seemed quite normal to them. The solar powered robot looks at spine go,how he has to bend down to fit through the door,they giggle a little.

Across the exposed parts of their joints and hair little rosebuds Bloom for a breaths moment and then receed. They are kicking their feet in their mind.

--Did y-y-ya noticed how tall that Ss-p-pine guy was?

Nimbus' voice snaps them from their thoughts.

--Oh definitely. Pretty sure he had to bend down to leave.-- they snorted.

--You seem e-e-even smaller now!--Nimbus brought a hand to cover his mouth as he giggled.

--Yeah yeah.-- they waved him off with a roll of their eyes-- I'll flip the sign so we can dust.

--It can w-w-wait!--He called out to them as they walked to the front. Sunny didn't respond right away, flipping the sign from open to closed.

--Well it wouldn't be very good if you shut down out of the shop, now would it?.

They knew He didn't like it when they looked at him like that, the scolding expression. It just avoided the gaze. Sunny felt guilt tug at the bottom of their stomach,perhaps that was too harsh.

Sunny walked around the desk and stepped into the back, returning shortly after with a tool box. Nimbus just sighed, taking a seat and closing his eyes. Might as well get it over with.

Quietly,to save his dignity,they work away at dusting the dirt and muck off its system. They knew he didnt like it but this was done out of concern- They just wanted to Keep them safe and healthy. As..healthy as they could.

--You couldnt stop lookin at Spine,I noticed.-- there was a bit of teasing trying to get out from its voice box.

--Get it out of your system--They answered,not particularly mad. A bit amused,maybe.

--Youre so easy.

Its a lighthearted comment hes said Many times. And each and every single one of them Sunny couldnt help but laugh- this one was no different.

--A tall,Well dressed robot walks in and you're swooning-- he continued.

--You forgot to mention the nice voice-- Sunny added,leaning in to dust the dirt out of his friend's neck articulations.

--Youre just playing into it.

--Well if I play into it, then you cant tease me about it-- they snickered.

Nimbus deinflated Like a balloon on the loose.-- Yeah,well,dont spend too long thinking on what to wear to dazzle him. I think hes just as whipped as you are.

They click their tongue,gently hitting them on the shoulder.

--Whipped is a strong word-!

--Mhm yeah,thats rich coming from you-- it bit back with a chuckle-- Youll be fine however you look. You always had a refined fashion sense.

Sunny shrugged,a shy smile on their lips at the compliment. He wasnt wrong,but its nice to hear it. They pull away for a moment and add.

--Also,sorry for earlier. I was a little harsh...

He shrugged-- its fine-

--No, its not.

They met his avoidant gaze,it waves them off again.

--Im sorry I spoke to you that way,it came out wrong and I was harsh.

--Apology accepted. There,dont get your cables in a twist.

Thats as much as they'd get from it, but its good to at least clear it up. Sunny spends most of the morning cleaning off their friend,and when its done they kiss the side of their head and send them off to Keep working.

Nimbus Gently pushes them,not used to the loving touch,and goes back to work as his fans kick in.

Sunny on the other hand,returns to the vynil shop area. They want to Keep working on organizing but they take a moment to sit down on a sunlit part of the store and play a vynil in the background.

Ella Fritzgerald's "The Man I Love" plays in the background as they lean over a table and allow their Batteries to charge. They'll have to be at full capacity for the concert.

They go over some outfits in their mind,eyes halfway closed as they feel this warmth in their chest. They think about the tall robot and his voice.

Hes pretty,and sweet. Kinda dorky too,And that hat would look good on him. Sunny sighs and simply lets the hours slip by them until the concert begins, they just cant wait to see him again...

#gizmo tag #spine tag #spg s/I

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