#edit: sorry missed the second half so I edited what I said

[dunmeshistash]

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From ch 84 when the Lion is talking through Kensuke and explaining his desire to make desires last forever.

It looks like Chilchuck, but it might not be.

I also think the parents look like the Touden parents.

Ah thank you! I did not remember this at al!! I'm also not sure if that's Chilchuck since the others look like random people but might be? (that guy looks a lil bit like delgal too) If it is then Chil's wife isn't the one in the half-foot race portraits

@sonoda-oomers

[moondancediner]

Love of my Life

summary: the dagger squad meets hangman's best-kept secret

jake seresin x reader

word count: 1490

warnings: no editing, fluff

a/n: this popped into my head the other night... enjoy! also this gif makes me CHOKE ohmylord

song rec: love of my life - harry styles

masterlist

It wasn’t on purpose. Nights when you and Jake ended up at the same bar were never planned, mostly because your friends from work always wanted to go somewhere downtown, and Jake’s friends from work always wanted to go to the Hard Deck so there was never a chance for the two groups to intersect. 

Tonight, however, your friends had enough of hearing about all your nights at the Hard Deck with your fighter pilot husband who drops by work every once and a while with lunch or a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. They decided to venture out to the Hard Deck tonight for your monthly get-together and you weren’t going to miss an opportunity to ogle at your husband from across the bar while he played darts and pool with his Dagger Squad friends who just so happened to be in town visiting. 

And that’s exactly where you found yourself on this lovely Friday night. Your friend walked over to your standing table with another drink for you and you thanked her with a smile. She immediately started diving into some workplace gossip, keeping her voice quiet since so many of your colleagues had managed to make it out tonight. You half-listened to her go on how bad the break room refrigerator smelled the other day but your real focus was on Jake who was playing pool with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Bob. He had Bob on his team and you were surprised to see him actually give the man a chance to play without correcting or coaching him. 

You knew all about the Dagger Squad, when Jake was first sent out here you followed him, even knowing this wouldn’t be a permanent duty station, and he talked about everyone he was competing against non stop. From the moment he came home after training you were getting a full rundown of the days happening (you were sworn to secrecy of the top secret events, of course). You learned quickly who was who, even if you never got the opportunity to meet them. 

After the mission, you were pulling out boxes and getting ready to move what little belongings you brought over to the island when Jake came home and surprised you to your core. He accepted a teaching position here on the North Island and you were staying for the foreseeable future. 

You were shocked but over the moon. Jake would be in one spot for at least a couple years and wouldn’t be off on deployments and missions so often. You could start a family and he could actually be there for all of it. 

“Hello? Anybody home?” A hand waving in front of your face brought you out of memories and a trance you hadn’t realized you were in. You laughed and smiled at your friend, but not before catching the eye of Phoenix, who totally caught you staring at Jake. 

“Sorry, sorry, got a little lost there.” You waved her hand out of your face and took another sip from your drink. 

“I’ll say,” she laughed, “I mean, I get it.” Her eyebrows wagged and you laughed heartily, throwing your head back. She was always complimenting your choice of husband and you had to agree with her, he was fine as hell. 

“Fuck, I think one of his friends just caught me staring,” you said once the laughter died down. 

“Remind me again why he doesn’t tell them about you?” 

“It started off as a joke,” you start, “he wanted to see how long it would take one of them to notice, and now it’s just an ongoing bet we have.” 

“A bet I am about to win, by the way.” Jake suddenly appears behind you and you’re happy to see him until his words sink in.

“You’re not allowed to interfere!” You point at him and he just laughs. 

“No interference, I promise.” He leans on the table you two are standing at and you almost forget about the bet for a second because his green eyes still captivate you even after all this time. 

“Well, what are you doing over here then?”

“See now, that’s where it gets interesting because someone caught you looking at me,” he tips his beer over in the direction of his friends, who scatter like chickens when you turn your head to look at them, “and they bet me $20 that I couldn’t walk over here and get your phone number.” 

“Hmmm, seems like fair play to me.” Your friend interjects, looking contemplatively between you and your cheating husband. 

A noise comes out of your mouth, somewhere between disbelief and betrayal. You only had one month left before the bet was yours and you could claim your prize and now this happens, the perfect opportunity falls right into Jake’s lap. 

“Did none of them notice the giant ring on my finger?” You hold up your wedding rings, which glint even in the dim bar lighting and Jake takes your fingers in his hand, bending them towards himself before placing a kiss on your knuckles. You swoon. It’s impossible not to. “Don’t try to distract me, you’re in trouble.” 

“Come on darlin’,” His hand fell away from yours but moved slyly around your hip, where it curled around the belt loops of your shorts, and just then, while his face was inching towards yours, your wedding song came on. 

“When did this song get added to the jukebox?” 

“I may have put in a special request.” His smile did you in. You met him halfway and when your lips met that familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight. Jake pulled away just to smile at you some more before pressing a few quick kisses to your lips. When he backed away enough, you took the chance to look over his shoulder and see what his friends thought. 

The entire group was standing around, completely gobsmacked at what just occurred and you could only imagine what was running through their minds. 

“After you, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake whispered in your ear. You gave him the best glare you could but he just laughed and grabbed your hand to walk you over to the group of people you already felt like you knew. 

Jake chuckled as you got within ear shot. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet someone,” he pulled you under his arm and you automatically slid your own across his back, “this is my wife.” He said it with genuine pride, a stark contrast to his usual cocky tone everyone was used to. 

“Wife?” Rooster repeated, dumbfounded.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bradshaw.”

You ignored Jake and introduced yourself to everyone with a quick wave. “It’s nice to finally meet you all.” 

There was a beat of silence while you watched everyone process what was happening, but Phoenix broke it with a laugh. “You’ve been holding out on us, Bagman!” 

“Yeah, what the hell, man!” Rooster seemed downright offended that Jake would keep such a secret from them and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“It’s not all Jake’s fault,” You come to his defense, “we had a bet going, which I just lost.” 

“What bet did you two have?” Bob asked, coming forward to introduce himself to you properly. 

You shook his outstretched hand, smiling. “We wanted to see how long it would take for someone to figure out he was married.”

“You… you don’t wear a wedding ring?” Rooster seemed to be having the hardest time with this revelation and it was cracking you up. 

Jake pulled his dog tags out from under his shirt, proudly turning them around to display his gold wedding band that perfectly matched the one around your finger. They both belonged to his grandparents and he was so proud to give you his grandmother's band on your wedding day. 

Phoenix studied the two of you for a moment, watched the way you started to sway to a song and Jake immediately joined in, watched how his attention always drifted back to you, and how his entire cocky dimenor melted away as soon as you were near. 

“So, what’s the story? How did you manage to bag Hangman?” Natasha asked, leaning her hands on the pool cue in front of her. 

Jake pretended to be offended. “I’m not that wild.” 

You roll your eyes affectionately before diving into the story of how you and Jake met. It was nothing spectacular or anything you would want to make a movie about, but it was a whirlwind romance that ended in the two of you married in the Seresin family’s backyard three summers ago. 

When you finished your story, all smiles for your husband, Rooster raised his beer in a toast. “Welcome to the family, Mrs. Seresin.” 

Jake couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to let the team in on his best-kept secret, even if he was gonna pay for her losing the bet later on tonight. 

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[violetszone]

Whats your kink?

Charles x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You've been trying to find Charles' kinks for a long time But you didn't learn this until you started taking birth control pills.

A/n: again, i don't know what i wrote,i'm too tired to read and edit it sorry...

WARNINGS: Google translated French,breeding, Quick finish,not edited writing, fully smut, unprotected sex (God, please use protection my friends.)

You always thought Charles had some weird kink and you'd find it The reason for taking this as a mission was that it started like this: One New Year's Eve, while you were playing a game with your friends, someone asked Charles this question, and he stared at you for a few seconds and then answered no. Since that day you've been trying to bring this up without letting him know.

Of course, finding this was harder than you expected because you were at the very beginning of your relationship when it happened, and now you had been dating for almost 2 years.You tried everything you thought would excite him, but they couldn't. Until one day you came home from the doctor's check-up and said that you started taking birth control pills.

You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in Charles' eyes at that moment, even if only for a brief moment.Of course, nothing happened for a while until you started using the pill regularly and one night the lust for both of you became unbearable.

Charles had returned from a meeting in Italy and you were waiting for him at home. The moment he got home, he left his backpack at the door and pulled you towards him and pressed you to his lips, kissing you passionately. Before you knew it, you were entering your bedroom, half-naked in Charles' arms.Charles kissed your entire body, licking and biting the sensitive spots he knew would turn you on, you were burning underneath him.

When he put his hand into the bedside drawer, he frowned and got up, cursing. You looked at Charles, out of breath "what's wrong?"Charles rummaged through the drawer for a while and looked at you with disappointment and sat down next to you. "I'm sorry my love, there is no condom, I must have forgotten that, I'm sorry"

You rose up on your arms, looked at him and spoke hesitantly. "I'm on pills you know that-" Charles bit his lower lip, examined your face, then shook his head no "There is no guarantee and it will leave you in doubt, I can't do this" you put your hand on his shoulder and climbed onto his lap, "but I can do it. Please Charles, I miss you so much." While you leave little pecks on Charles' lips and neck he moaned softly and his hands came up to your waist.

You whispered "please" against his lips as he slowly pulled you away from him He laid you back down on the bed and returned to his previous position, stroking your hair. “I have to do whatever my sweet thing wants.” While his words made you smile, Charles' hand slipped into your underwear, causing you to moan. "Look at this, is this all for me Y/N hm tell me. Do I make you this wet every time I touch you?" You moaned and closed your eyes as Charles's two fingers entered you. When one of your hands reflexively tried to hold Charles' arm, Charles pinned your hands to the bed with his free hand.

He fingered you, giving you brutal pleasure as you writhed and moaned underneath him. Just as you were about to reach climax, Charles pulled his hand away, you made a sound between a moan and a whimper and opened your eyes. While he took off his trousers and underwear with one hand, he sucked the fingers of his other hand that gave you pleasure "What a gorgeous girl you are hm. You will cum on my cock, beauty, you heard? I will make you cum on my raw cock. Look how excited you are.Do you want my cock beauty? "

You moaned and moved your hips towards Charles.Charles rubbed his dick with one hand and pressed your hips to the bed with his other hand "behave" You whined when he growled "Fuck, don't you have those tits, you're destroying me, especially when those tight dresses squeeze them, my god i want to fuck them some time" He pinched your nipple with two fingers, making you moan, He came closer and licked and sucked and bit your tits ""Cha-ah!" You made a sound that was a mix of moaning and screaming, and he put one hand over your mouth.

"shhh be quiet beauty, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear what a loud slut you are, would we?" As your eyes filled with tears of pleasure, you nodded your approval. Charles took his hand from your mouth, connected his lips with yours and kissed you passionately. "Let me love you baby" While kissing your neck, he started to slide his length into your wetness.

"oh fuck Charles...o- oh my god" When Charles was completely inside you, he paused and looked into your eyes, "fuck sweetie, this is heaven." Charles slowly started to move inside you. Feeling each other completely for the first time was very different for both of you, you felt like you were going to die.

As Charles' movements speed up, you felt yourself getting closer to climax and dug your nails into his back. "My fuckkk please omg! Charles I'm gonna-" Charles moaned as he squeezed your breast with his free hand "cum baby, cum on my cock" While your back was arched , you held on to Charles's arm, which held your chest. While your body was shaking, you closed your eyes and moaned.Charles' movements became sharper and harder as you cum.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna fill you up hmmhhh. Putain, tu es si sexy, je vais remplir ta taille de mes bébés. Let me fucking breed you" (Fuck, you're so hot, I'll fill your belly with my babies) You just moaned what Charles said, you were out of breath, after a few seconds he started to cum inside you, He came deep down to the last drop.Then hugged you tiredly without putting all his weight on you he gave you a kiss on your cheek, came out and lay down next to you.

You started laughing as you stared at the ceiling, out of breath. Charles frowned and looked at you “what's the matter?” You turned sideways and placed a kiss on Charles' arm. "Breeding kink. Really? I would never have guessed.I've been trying for a year in vain " Charles rubbed his face with his hand and looked into your eyes again. "Have you been doing those weird sex things for a year to find my kink? God baby.." he chuckled, you rotated your hips and placed one of your legs over Charles's. Both of your pleasure juices were still flowing out of you. Charles groaned at the sight and closed his eyes.

"Omg you really have a breedink kink" Charles put his finger to your lips "shut up, god" you giggled your head on his shoulder "and my tits? seriously?" This time Charles took his arm off you and tried to turn around, and you laughed. "Come on Charles I'm just kidding...I actually liked it really" Charles turned and hugged me "hey Charlie, stop looking at my ass please" Charles laughed at your words, inhaled your scent and pulled back from the hug and played with your hair, "I'm sorry, it was just so beautiful." You put a small peck on his lips and smiled "i know baby thank you for that" You leaned your head on his chest again and started to doze off while he caressed your hair and kissed your head.

[paarksunghoon]

you plus me (teaser)

SUMMARY: it’s been six years since heeseung stopped being your friend and the thought of him tagging along an annual camping tradition makes you feel like the world must be crashing round you. one misunderstanding and one trip later makes heeseung re-evaluate all he knows, and it makes you believe that there might life after love.

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader (featuring enhypen)

WORD COUNT: no estimate because who really knows but this baby sits at 28K right now. the teaser stands at 2.7K.

NOTES: usually I don’t post teasers but I’m so proud of this story so why not!!!!!! I don’t think I’m going to open a taglist but that could change. I’ll let you know if I do. :) hoping to publish by October 26! thanks for reading!! xx

GENRE: angst + fluff + smut

edit: it’s out!

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“Please don’t make me go.”

“Y/N, you already said yes. We’re only gonna be gone for a week.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Jungwon. You just said that Heeseung is gonna be there.” 

Your best friend sighs and sits down on your bed, inspecting the duffle bag you have that’s half-packed. Your clothes are haphazardly strewn all over your bedding while you plead with him to no avail. You’re so desperate that you consider getting on your knees to beg.

“I’m sorry for telling you now but he was able to get people to cover his shift last minute and paid for a spot on the kayaking rental.” 

“If he’s going, I’d rather save us all the trouble and stay at home.” Jungwon watches you cross your arms over your chest. “Every time we’re in the same room, it’s just a matter of time before things become awkward.” 

“We’ll be outside in the suuuun,” Jungwon says, tilting his head to the side and giving you those amused eyes that he always gives you when he’s trying to convince you to do something with him. You scoff and look away. It almost works. 

“I bet that it’ll be worse since we have a few things planned with the guys already.”

“So what? You two don’t get along. Big deal. We’ve already made reservations to secure a spot on the campsite and set a deposit for kayak rentals.”

“Won, I think you and I view Heeseung very differently. He doesn’t just not like me. He hates me.” 

“Hate is a wrong word.” 

You huff. “I don’t think you grasp just how weird it is every time we’re together. You could cut the tension with a knife.”

“Seriously, Y/N. It’s one week. I’m sure you can survive that. You’ve never missed a camping trip and it’s the first time all of our friends are coming.” Jungwon deadpans and throws a shirt towards your chest, which you hastily grab after being startled by his sudden movement. You know better than to argue with him when he gets like this. “Just help me pack your clothes, dude. Jay’s gonna be here to pick us up tomorrow morning and you don’t want to be under-packed.” 

You relent and grumble. “Are you still staying over?”

He nods. “My apartment’s in the opposite of where we’re going and I didn’t want to make him drive an extra twenty minutes since he needs to pick Riki up. Just need to drop Maeumi off at my mom’s before coming back here. ” Your eyes fall for a flat second before you squash that feeling down.

“I didn’t invite you over, you know.” 

“No, but don’t pretend like you’re not excited,” Jungwon says with a laugh as he pulls your clothes out of the bag and starts to readjust the clothing you’ve folded poorly. Seeing your best friend smile tugs a bit at your heartstrings and you can’t say that you aren’t happy to have him with you. “We should get you packed now so you don’t stress out later.” 

Begrudgingly, you allow Jungwon to sort out your clothes for you and pull last minute items you’ve yet to pack. It annoys you, watching him be so calm when you’re simmering with worry. But you know he’s right—you’ve invested some money into this getaway and it’ll be the last big outing before you move away from Korea for a year-long job opportunity in Okayama before pursuing your Master’s degree. Jungwon knows you a little too well and sometimes it irks you. 

The end-of-summer camping trip is always one for the books. For as long as you can remember, the two of you have been going camping just before everyone goes back to school to celebrate the beginning of a new academic year with your families. But this time, the trip wasn’t just about continuing an annual tradition. It was also to commemorate a new chapter in your life. 

You’re a year older than Jungwon. He’s known you since you were obsessed with learning how to double dutch and you’ve known him since he first learned how to ride a bike. The two of you started out as neighbors when you moved into the house next to his and his family had adopted your own like old friends, eventually inviting you and your parents into their annual camping tradition. Even when dynamics changed and people had left, the tradition was the only thing that remained a constant for you.

This is the first summer that your loved ones announced they wouldn’t be coming along. They all thought it was time for you to embark on new traditions with new people and nobody seemed to mind the change that much except for you. Jungwon had been ecstatic about it since he invited his friend, Jake, to the camping trip last year. You’d been wary at first since Jake is friends with Heeseung, but he never brought up your confusing arch-nemesis and chose to have a great trip before you all started university again.  

Sure, you had a lot of fun. You might even consider last year’s trip as one for the books. But your mom pulling out of the camping trip and everyone around you agreeing that it was for the best made you feel like your world was crumbling around you.

When you graduated university three months ago (Jungwon swears he didn’t cry but you know better than to believe him) and the weight of leaving your home started to sink in. In the blink of an eye, Jungwon wouldn’t be a twenty minute drive and hanging out with all of your friends wouldn’t be as easy as it once was. You’d be in Japan all alone.

This past summer has been a whirlwind as you tried to do everything under the sun, savoring each moment until you wouldn’t be able to anymore. Jungwon’s been a good sport about it, never once complaining when you drag him to your latest adventure. He deals with your sudden shift in mood from happy to sad, letting you cry on his shoulder and braving the cliche words you say when telling him you’ll miss him a lot. 

Unlike past seasons, this is the first summer you haven’t seen Heeseung very often. Lee Heeseung, who usually keeps his head down and minds his business, always seems to have a bone to pick whenever his eyes settle on you. It confuses you to no end and he keeps his quips to a minimum when your mutual friends are around, but it doesn’t stop you from wondering what you must’ve done to make him act like that towards you. It’s a shame because that small childhood crush you always had on him was squashed the first time he ignored your presence 

None of your friends comment on it much. They’re used to the dynamic between the both of you because it's been years of this. Elementary school saw the two of you become friends for the first time and middle school brought more friends into the group. It was in high school that things changed and Heeseung started ignoring you out of nowhere until one Thursday afternoon when he’d told you to leave him alone after pestering him about his change in behavior. 

The odd tension followed you into university and continued to seep into your life. You don’t think you’ve ever been in a room with Heeseung where he’s been anything but nonchalant towards you, often acting like you aren’t there to begin with. You do your best to put up with it and plaster a smile on your face but six years have gone by and you don’t think you can handle a seventh. All of your friends seemed to have moved past it. You don’t know why you can’t.

“Don’t think about Heeseung,” Jungwon says with a sigh. “In fact, don’t think at all. Let me handle everything and enjoy this trip before you move to Okayama, okay?”

“Okay, fine. But I want to see Maeumi.”

Jungwon snorts. “She’s gonna be real pissed when she doesn’t see you for a year, you know.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Jungwon knows you like the back of your hand and has seen what you bring on these trips enough to know what you like to have in your duffle. He packs things you neglected to pull out because your mind has been elsewhere. As much as he wants to flick your head and tell you to quit overthinking so you can help him, he did tell you to let him handle everything. 

Your best friend makes you triple check that the two of you didn’t miss anything before heading back to his apartment to fetch Maeumi. She jumps into your arms when you squat to pick her up and won’t allow Jungwon to pet her white fur body while she’s nestled against you. This fondness and the familiar jab of Jungwon’s elbow to your ribcage makes your heart ache despite the sweet moment. You’re really going to miss home. 

Ever the concerned mothers your mom and Jungwon’s are, they send you with a tray full of sweets for the road. They make you tell them exactly when you’ll be picked up and by who (“Jongseong, Eomma,” Jungwon says for the umpteenth time) and when you plan to come back. His dad gives you a spare bucket hat for when you’re on the water and an old sweater from his college days when Jungwon complains about how you never pack enough layers. The gesture feels warm since you consider his father to be somewhat of your own.

Leaving them to go back to your house feels a bit bittersweet. A lot of your belongings sit in storage boxes in the garage from when you moved out of your campus apartment upon graduating. Jungwon decided to get an apartment for himself with the money he saved from his part-time job as a busboy at a local chain restaurant. Staying over with you makes it seem silly when you remember he used to live next door. 

It’s nine in the evening when the two of you get ready for bed. Jungwon puts your bags by the front door so neither of you would forget while you finish brushing your teeth. He grabs extra blankets from the linen closet and settles onto your L-shaped couch, pulling the fabric just underneath his chin. Your heart feels like it’s sinking in on itself when you think about how this might be the last time you’re able to be so casual around him. 

“Stop overthinking,” he says in the quiet of the night as if he can hear the thoughts in your head. The living room lights are off and the moonlight is what’s responsible for illuminating the space. 

You refrain from throwing your pillow at him. “I’m not overthinking. You’re overthinking.” 

Jungwon snorts. “We both know that’s not true. I know you’re scared about Okayama and I know that’s why you’ve been on edge about Heeseung. You’re usually never this loud about it.” Like always, your best friend is right. 

“It’s hard not to.” Your meek voice makes Jungwon’s heart lurch. “Everything’s changed so fast. I feel like I didn’t get enough time to properly say goodbye to everyone.”

“You’ll be in Japan, not America. It’s not like we’ll never see you.” 

“Yeah, but I won’t be able to annoy you for boba and you won’t be coming over to have dinner with my mom and I.” Jungwon frowns. Too caught up in making sure you were happy this summer, he hadn’t given it that much thought. “I know I won’t be far but I’m scared that things will change too much.” 

For the first time today, Jungwon doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better. “I’ll miss you a lot.” 

“I know that, dummy. I guess…I feel like I’ve been dealing with a lifetime of shittiness and the universe wanted to throw another curveball at me.” Jungwon’s heart softens at your confession. He’s used to your quick jabs and sarcastic humor. Knowing you’ve more afraid than excited makes him upset. 

“The universe sucks,” he says, happy that it pulled a laugh out of you. “I’ll always be a phone call away and you’ll never have to worry about me ignoring you because we both know I’m gonna blow up your texts anyway.” 

“I can always count on you to annoy the hell out of me.” You can’t see his face, but no you already assume Jungwon’s sporting a shit-eating grin. Even if you both know the main reason why you’re afraid of living in Okayama, neither of you say it. You’re grateful that Jungwon doesn’t bring it up. “Still, though. You know how I am with change. I’m really scared that I’m going to hate it there and not have you to keep me company.”

“Life is crazy and unpredictable but that doesn’t mean you’re going to be miserable. I mean, you did a pretty good job of making sure both of us had happy childhoods even though I know you were hurting when we were younger.” 

“It’s really hard not to have expectations or think badly about the future when I feel like I took everything for granted.” 

“I know, Bug,” Jungwon says, using a nickname from your childhood he reserves for when he thinks you need an extra bit of comfort. “But you’re the best person I know. You didn’t do anything wrong. Life just…gets in the way.” 

“Yeah, I know.”

Jungwon is quiet for a moment. “Just please promise me you’ll try to have fun, okay?”

“I know I’ll have fun, Wonnie. I’m scared that I’ll have too much fun and be a sobbing wreck when we get back.” 

The two of you share a laugh. “Alright, fair. Promise me you won’t let Heeseung get under your skin.”

You groan. “If he doesn’t like me, that’s fine. I don’t need everyone to like me. But why go out of his way to act like I’m scum of the Earth?”

“Just ignore him, okay?” Jungwon pleads. “I know it’s uncomfortable but he paid for a last minute spot. I’ll tell him to be mature about it too.” 

And, well, part of you believes Heeseung will listen to Jungwon. Despite being on the younger side in your shared friend group, everyone seemed to listen to your best friend most of the time. Jungwon has an authoritative aspect to himself when he’s refrained from being the silly, happy-go-lucky guy you all know him to be. 

It’s quiet for a brief moment with the wind gently tapping on the windows behind you. “I don’t know why he doesn’t like me.” 

Truthfully, neither does Jungwon. “I’m sorry he’s putting you in a tough spot.” 

“Won, sometimes I really wonder if he hates my guts. He doesn’t talk to me and he never replies to my messages in the group chat. It’s like I don’t exist to him.”

“I think that might be a little extreme.” 

“It’s not and you know it.” 

Jungwon hums. “Well, at least you’ll get away from him when you move to Okayama.” Just like that, all of your worries come flooding right back.

“Yeah,” you say meekly. “I’ll have Okayama.”

You don’t see him, but you know Jungwon’s smiling since you agreed with him for the first time tonight. “That’s more like it. You have your whole future ahead of yourself, dude. Heeseung is just a blimp. In three weeks, he won’t matter because you’ll be having fun in Japan. Just think about that.” 

You try not to think about the fears and hesitations you have about starting anew. This time, you wouldn’t be going back to university after the camping trip. You’ll have a week and a half back home before you’re boarding your flight and saying goodbye to the place you’ve called home for the past two decades. Thinking about the future keeps you up until you hear Jungwon’s snores from the other side of the couch. 

Unsure of when your mom will be coming home, you snuggle further into the cushions and curl yourself into a ball before falling asleep. 

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[livvymd]

Off Days & On Arms. | ChrisMD x Reader i dont know im just bored so i made this

You’d both had a weird week.

The kind that left you feeling slightly frayed at the edges — a little off, a little quieter than usual, a little like everything was just a bit heavier.

Chris had been filming almost non-stop. Training, editing, traveling, filming again - and you’d barely gotten more than a few late-night FaceTimes and half-awake voice notes from him. You hadn’t said anything. You knew what his job was like. You loved how passionate he got about it. But you missed him. And today, for some reason, that quiet ache weighed more than usual.

So when you opened your door that Friday afternoon expecting the takeaway driver, and instead found Chris - hoodie on, hair slightly messy, a bag in one hand and that familiar boyish grin on his face - you could’ve cried.

“Hi,” he said, and just like that, the weight cracked a little.

You stood there for a second, eyes blinking back the unexpected burn. Chris’s smile faltered slightly as he looked at you.

“Woah - hey,” he said gently, stepping forward, instantly serious. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly, then shook your head. “I - yeah. Sorry. Just… bit of a crap week.”

Chris didn’t say anything else. He set the bag down, stepped right into your space, and wrapped his arms around you in that way only he could - solid, warm, chin resting lightly on your head, like his whole body was built to make you feel safe.

You sighed against his chest, hands fisting lightly in the back of his hoodie.

“Been thinking about you all week,” he murmured, voice low, sincere. “Missed you.”

You didn’t even care that he probably hadn’t showered yet. Or that his bag was still by the door. You just stayed there, tucked against him like if you let go, the weight would come crashing back.

After a minute, he gave you a little sway. “Still not gonna say hi to me properly?”

You laughed against his hoodie. “Hi, Chris.”

He pulled back just enough to see your face, brushing a thumb under your eye. “Hi, love.”

Your cheeks flushed.

Chris leaned in and kissed your temple gently. “C’mon. I brought snacks and a stupid movie. We’re staying in today.”

You nodded, already feeling a bit more human again.

—

An hour later, you were both on the couch. Chris had somehow gotten you to smile five times already - including a particularly dumb joke involving a sock puppet made out of his own sock. (“He has an accent. Please respect him.”)

But what really got you was the way he kept his arm around you the whole time. Not in a dramatic way. Just… there. Anchoring. Comforting.

At one point, you shifted to curl into his chest again, and he instinctively adjusted to wrap both arms around you. His hand found the back of your head, gently brushing your hair.

“You know you can tell me when you’re having a rough one, yeah?” he said quietly, almost like he was scared you’d shrug it off.

“I didn’t wanna bother you,” you murmured.

Chris tilted his head down to look at you, expression somewhere between soft and annoyed. “You’re never bothering me. Ever. Promise.”

You swallowed hard.

“And for the record,” he added, nudging your nose with his, “I kind of love being the one who gets to cheer you up.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “That’s a bit sappy for you, isn’t it?”

Chris shrugged. “Not really. I’m kinda mad for you.”

You buried your face in his chest again, groaning dramatically. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he said cheerfully, kissing the top of your head again.

There was a long, comfortable pause.

Then -

“…Can I carry you to bed like a damsel in distress?”

You snorted. “Chris - ”

“C’mon. I’ll even do the little voice. ‘Oh no, my legs don’t work, Christopher, save me!’”

You broke into laughter, breath catching in your throat.

Chris grinned like a proud idiot and scooped you up bridal-style without warning, making you squeal.

“CHRIS - !”

He cackled. “Told you! You didn’t believe me!”

You gave up resisting and clung to his neck, head falling against his shoulder as your giggles turned into quiet little hums of comfort again.

The second he set you down on the bed, he wrapped you up in a warm duvet burrito and flopped in beside you, pulling you into his chest again.

And this time, when you sank into him, it wasn’t because the world was too heavy. It was because you felt safe. Cared for. Loved.

You whispered it before you could think twice: “I love you.”

Chris paused - then let out a soft breath.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

And maybe it was.

Because even when the week felt heavy, Chris never did.

He was your light. Your warmth.

And your safe place to land.

[bimkayd]

chapter 2: the closed door | QUEEN SIZED MATTRESS – YU JIMIN.

a closed door, a door locked shut, another door; slightly ajar.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — following the events of where do you sleep, y/n and karina find themselves at the center of a dating scandal. with the reputations of the pair at stake, their once private life crumbling apart under the weight of their companies–how will they get through this? no contact, a line that echoes through the both of their heads constantly. no contact, no missed calls, no good morning texts, no short glances at events, no freedom.

⚠️DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER THE STORY OF WHERE DO YOU SLEEP. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ⚠️

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — angst. genuinely I need to start writing more than just angst smut! smut! we all chant even though I don't know how to write smut

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 2,336

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 — Y'ALL I HAVE CLASS IN LIKE 50 MINUTES THIS IS WHY YOU DONT PROCRASTINATE YOUR CHAPTERS IM SO SORRY ANYWAYS. umm hey!!! i obviously love my fans and put tons of time and care into each and every story (#notproofread) (#illfixitlater) (#dontwaittillthelastminute)

the time gaps are a little disorienting because I lined up korea time zones with la time zones so umm... if it looks a little weird thats why

I PROMISE ILL START MAKING CHAPTERS LONGER ITS JUST AGHH. yall I talk too much, i also snuck in a lesserafim quote at the bottom but the delivery was kinda eh

shout out to @bytemee for being the building blocks for me to plagiarize inspiration/original writer of where do you sleep!!!

taglist (open) — @runawaymazola @prologue-ae @bytemee @yuyuy90 @zindoriyo

wdys masterlist. qsm masterlist. previous. next.

she stared at the text bubble on her screen long after it had already been sent.

“delivered.”

that’s all it said. no read receipts, no typing dots, no reply.

the second it sent, her thumb hovered, almost reflexively over the message, as if she could pull it back in time. take it back, edit it . add context. add something–anything–to make it sound less… pathetic?

but it was already gone. floating in a digital purgatory, waiting to be seen. or worse, ignored.

her stomach churned

she’d spent the last hour drifting around the dorm like a ghost. the silence was starting to get to her. her team had given her the day off–pr called it a “cooling period.” more executives telling her to lay low. stylists cancelled fittings, and her group chat with the girls had gone quiet, except for ning’s half-hearted meme from last night that no one responded to.

it wasn’t that they didn’t care about her. it was that they knew, and even they didn’t know what to say.

neither did she

she had hovered over y/n’s contact for minutes by now, her thumb trembling with the weight of the immense guilt, the whispers, the headlines, the weight of the guilt pulling her thumb down across the keyboard–she typed so many versions of that message.

“i’m sorry i missed your birthday.” “i didn’t know what to say.” “i wanted to call but i couldn’t” “i messed up.” “i love you.” every version felt like a lie or a little too late.

so she’d sent the only truth that had survived the night. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to do.”

and that was the truth, wasn’t it? she didn’t know.

not how to fix it. not how to undo what was already unraveled. she didn’t know how to be karina, the idol, and jimin, the girl who was head over heels for y/n, all at once anymore.

so she stood there. in the middle of the dorm’s living room. curtains still drawn. phone still warm in her hand.

the room had felt too still, as if it had been paused..

everything about her life felt like it’d been paused except time.

she sat back down on the couch, legs curled under her, hoodie bunched up to her chin, fingers clenched around her phone.

y/n wasn’t going to respond. she knew it.

the rational parts of her brain told her it was because y/n’s phone was off. the insecure part told her that it was because she didn’t deserve to get a response.

she was the one who disappeared. the one who let the company speak for her. the one who hid behind the quiet of her company because it was just so much easier than facing the fire.

and maybe that’s what hurt the most. that she had let y/n burn alone.

time passed in slow motion. the kind of time that drips instead of ticks. each second felt like a drop of guilt that soaked into her skin and refused to dry

so when the screen lit up again–

she almost dropped the phone.

6:53 pm y/n: then tell me what you want

her chest collapsed

not from panic. not from anger. but from the sheer weight of its ache.

those six words. they felt sharper than any headline. heavier than any silence

they weren’t accusatory. they weren’t kind, either. they were just… bare. raw. honest.

tell me what you want.

she reread that message maybe five, ten, twenty times, until it was all that occupied her mind.

what did she want? she wanted y/n she wanted to turn back the clock she wanted to walk out of that damn restaurant and say, “no you’re right y/n, we can enjoy the night in your apartment too.” she wanted to show up with flowers and cake and maybe that stupid hat y/n always teased her about.

she wanted to not be afraid.

she brought her knees to her chest, forehead resting against them as her hands trembled.

she typed slowly, carefully, and deleted twice.

then finally:

6:59 am jimin: i want you. i want to do this the right way this time. i don’t care about the contracts. i don’t care about the backlash. just tell me i didn’t lose you for good.

she hit send.

and this time, she didn’t look away.

y/n – 3:00 pm

the vibration startled her. she almost didn’t check.

her phone had been a graveyard all day–outside from the occasional buzzes from instagram, emails that were slowly piling up, and one unread message from… karina. jimin. y/n had stopped thinking of her as karina from the moment that everything fell apart.

now, it was jimin again. like the girl she met in the hallways of the sm building by accident, not the face on a billboard. and that made her so much harder to forget.

she stared at the new notification. jimin: i want you. i want to do this the right way this time. i don’t care about the contracts. i don’t care about the backlash. just tell me i didn’t lose you for good.

her thumb hovered, heart a skipping stone caught midair. there it was.

the thing she had begged for countless times in her head. the confession, the promise. the promise that she needed to hear long ago.

y/n laid her head back against her headboard, her knees curled, her mind spiraling out of control.

she didn’t know how to feel. not really. not when the girl she loved was finally saying all the things she should’ve said before it shattered.

her response should’ve felt like relief should’ve given y/n the closure that she needed. yet it didn’t. it felt like pressure. like the moment before the waves crash–right when your lungs fill with salt and you have no idea if this is the moment you’ll drown, or be carried to shore.

she exhaled sharply. her fingers dragged across the sheets, restless. closure wasn’t supposed to hurt this much.

where had this been weeks ago? when she was at the dinner table with her family, holding back tears and blowing out a candle. when every headline twisted her into some lovesick maniac; maybe she was. when jimin’s silence spoke louder than words ever could: “i can’t choose you”

because now, the last thing she wanted was an apology. she wanted proof.

proof that she meant every word of what she said, proof that the jimin she’d fallen in love with came to her senses, proof that she’d choose y/n over her career.

and yet she wasn’t sure if she was ready to believe her again. not yet. but still– she typed. backspace. typed again deleted everything. started over.

3:06 pm y/n: you’re saying the right things, the things that i wanted to hear now. but i needed you when it was quiet. when no one was watching. i needed you to choose me then.

she hit send no humor, no emojis just the truth.

and this time, she didn’t cry

not yet.

the silence that followed was restless it pressed around her like a tide–thick, heavy, and still.

she set her phone face-down back onto her nightstand. the soft click of the glass on wood echoed too loud in her ears.

it was too quiet now. too still.

and suddenly, she was back there. not physically–but in the way memories sneak up on you when you least expect them. when your heart is cracked just wide enough for them to sneak in unnoticed.

the smell of citrus and champagne. the low thump of bass through the floor. glitter all over the walls, and something in her chest.

y/n’s pov

it had been one of those nights–loud, glittering, and suffocating.

the afterparty was held in a penthouse that looked like it was designed to be photographed more than lived in. seoul’s skyline poured in through the glass walls, city lights flickering like paparazzi. everything smelled like champagne, stress, and expensive cologne. everyone smiled with perfect teeth and said things they didn’t mean.

y/n hadn’t even wanted to be there but jimin was.

and that was more than enough of a reason.

she’d arrived late, dressed down compared to the squined crowd, her anxiety masked by her choreographed expressions. y/n wasn’t part of this world. not really. but she’d carved out a corner of her world where jimin could find her–if she ever wanted to.

but jimin hadn’t even glanced in her direction when she walked in.

from the moment she stepped in, she was surrounded by people–stylists, managers, a few idols y/n vaguely recognized. her laughter was polite. her smile didn’t reach her eyes. and her gaze never drifted to where y/n stood, clutching a drink she wasn’t sipping, pretending that she didn’t notice.

it had been weeks since that night during the mama awards and jimin was pretending like nothing had happened.

that was the moment y/n realized she might be the only one still pretending that there was something left

she caught her in the hallway, between conversations, between pretending.

“can we talk?” y/n asked, her voice low, yet desperate.

jimin blinked, caught off guard. “now?”

“when else?” her tone wasn’t sharp, but it wasn’t soft either. just tired. just human

they stepped into a corridor away from the main lunge-still within the ears-distance of the crowd, yet at the same time, miles away from it. the low punch of music and laughter carried throughout the building like white noise.

jimin crossed her arms, glancing over her shoulder before looking back at her. “this really isn’t the place y/n.”

“it never is,” y/n muttered.

and that's maybe what did it. maybe that was the moment she realized that she was clinging to scraps that were long expired.

the way her voice cracked a little too close to the surface. the way she didn’t mask her disappointment anymore. the way jimin looked at her, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t risk the wrong person hearing.

“you don’t get to disappear and then play it safe in front of people,” y/n whispered. “i’m not asking for a grand gesture from you. i’m just–just asking for you to see me.”

“i do see you,” jimin replied, frustration threading into her whisper, “but there are people everywhere, y/n. do you know what happens if the wrong person hears–?”

“then let them,” y/n interrupted, “i’m tired of being your secret.”

that was the first time the silence between them had felt permanent.

not a pause. not a breath permanent.

jimin looked at her with a kind of helplessness that y/n didn’t know what to do within. it was like she wanted to reach out and couldn’t. like the air between them had turned electric, heavy, and untouchable.

then someone from the party called jimin’s name.

she flinched, “i have to go.”

of course she did.

y/n stepped back, chewing on the insides of her cheek as she gave a small, bitter nod. “yeah. you always do.”

and that was it.

the last time she’d seen her in person.

the moment that memory faded, she was back in her apartment, in the now, the silence still ringing in her ears.

her phone buzzed. she glanced down.

7:12 am karina’s pov

she sat still, fingers curled around the phone like it might break if she held it any tighter.

the text sat there on her screen, unblinking. unapologetic “i needed you to choose me then.”

and as she always did, karina didn’t know what to say to that. not because she thought it was a lie. but because she really didn’t.

because she remembered the afterparty she remember the way y/n looked at her–like maybe she still hoped, and how karina looked away first.

she thought that the silence would protect both of them. but now she knew: silence had done the damage.

karina reread y/n’s message again,

“you’re saying the right things, the things that i wanted to hear now. but i needed you when it was quiet. when no one was watching. i needed you to choose me then.”

each word landed like a jab, the weight of the truth bruising into her sides.

her mind spun back to that hallway, the echoes of the bass vibrating along the walls, and y/n standing there–eyes wide and heartbroken. jimin could still clearly picture the way her lips trembled when she whispered, “i’m tired of being your secret,” the way her pupils dilated, holding back her tears, the way her breath hitched like the truth had broken its way into her lungs. her lashes were wet, but not a single tear dared to fall–as if letting one escape would be admitting that it hurt.

and karina had crushed it with a look, a pause, and a step backward.

now, she sat with the thoughts of every unsaid thing choking her. her phone buzzed again in her hand–not a message this time, just a low battery warning. fitting, she thought; she felt drained too.

there was a time she would’ve ran straight to the airport, ran straight to y/n’s apartment in the middle of the night with a bouquet of flowers and a messy, yet emotional apology. the difference now was: she wasn’t sure if that door would still be open.

still, she typed. not impulsively, not with desperation–but with a stillness that comes only after you’ve finally started telling the truth.

7:19 am jimin:

i didn’t choose you then. not because i didn’t want to. but because i was scared. of what people would say. of what i’d lose but i lost you anyway and that’s on me

so this time, i won’t say anything else. not until i can show you. if there’s still a chance–i’ll prove it. i’ll show up. in the quiet. even if no one’s watching.

even if the door that we once shared is closed; locked shut. i’ll find that backdoor, the door that’s just slightly ajar. and open them all.

[magic-shop-stories]

reader has to win the trust of bts back after losing it ?

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hey, there🥺✨ first off, so sorry this took forever... I had so much to do and wanted to make sure each member’s HC's felt true to their heart but I wasn't sure how to write it - so I added a lot "reader parts" too - not sure if I said this right💔 But your request is now posted! THX for trusting me with it - I hope it's what you wanted... xo - c -

BTS (OT7) HEADCANONS - READER HAS TO WIN BACK TRUST

↳ BTS × READER

NAMJOON

WHAT HAPPENED

you’d been Namjoon’s confidant for years

you're the one he trusted to handle sensitive details about BTS’s collaborations

last-minute conflict arose with a producer

= missed deadline that risked delaying the album

you chose to bury it

believing you could fix it quietly

you didn’t want to add to his stress

producer called him directly, frustration sharp in their tone

Namjoon stood frozen in the hallway

phone clutched too tightly

realizing he’d been blindsided by someone he’d entrusted with his art

HIS REACTION

Immediate Response

doesn’t raise his voice

doesn’t need to

when he finds you, his posture is rigid

shoulders squared like he’s bracing for a storm

“We need to talk"

voice low and steady

knuckles white around the edge of his notebook

leads you to his studio

air smells like stale coffee and ink

Internal Monologue

Why? 

= loops in his mind like a broken track

replays every conversation you’ve had about transparency

he’d once said: “No secrets, even the ugly ones.”

is trust isn’t just emotional

it’s strategic

questions his own judgment

"Did I make you feel you couldn’t come to me? Or did you just… stop believing in us?"

Actions & Subtle Cues

Avoidance

stops lingering after meeting

When you speak, he nods

but types aggressively on his phone, thumb jabbing the screen

Hyperfocus

reorganizes his bookshelf at 3 a.m.

categorizing by genre and color

as if control over something might steady him

Lyrical Clues:

you find a crumpled draft in the trash: 

“A bridge half-built trust in the mortar but the rain came first.”

Dialogue

try to explain

“I thought I could handle it...”

cuts you off, tone glacial

“This isn’t about your capability. It’s about you deciding my limits for me.”

glasses slide down his nose

doesn’t push them back up

“Do you know how it feels? To stand there, unprepared, because someone you trusted… edited your reality?”

WHAT TO DO

Apology Letter

write it three times

first draft is tear-smudged and defensive

second is too clinical

third is raw

“I treated your trust like a shortcut instead of a compass. I’ll never do that again. Every day, I’ll prove I’m someone who deserves to walk beside you, not behind you.”

slip it into his copy of his favorite book

Silent Presence

show up to his late-night walks along the Han River

trailing 10 steps behind

he doesn’t turn around

but you catch him slowing his pace so you can keep up

compile a dossier of backup producers

annotated with strengths and risks

leave it on his desk

doesn’t thank you, but the next day, his coffee cup rests on top of it

ring-stain circling your notes like a stamp

Fallout

when the team argues about the delay = speak before he can

“It’s my fault. I’ll handle the rescheduling.”

watches you over the rim of his glasses

jaw tight, but doesn’t correct you

HIS RESPONSE

First Crack

two weeks later

he “accidentally” leaves his studio door open

hover in the doorway

he mutters

“If you’re coming in, at least fix the coffee. Two sugars, not one.”

his tone is gruff

nudges his mug toward you

= a peace offering in ceramic

Conversation

waits until you’re both knee-deep in lyric revisions

doesn't look at you

“You know what’s worse than a mistake? Silence.”

pen taps the paper

“I need your voice, not your silence. Even if it’s messy.”

Actions Speak Louder

starts texting you screenshots of vague, stressful emails with no context

= a test (Will you ask? Will you push?)

bring him a new plant to replace one he overwatered

names it “Phoenix”

places it where you both can see it

AFTERMATH

Rebuilding

trust returns in increments

lets you preview a solo track titled “Dichotomy"

= song about fractured trust and stubborn hope

during a VLIVE, he mentions “someone” who taught him forgiveness is a choice, not a feeling

doesn’t say your name

his dimple flickers

New Normal

still double-checks your work

now he leaves Post-its with questions instead of corrections

“What do you think?”  “Is this fair to us?”

realize it’s his way of saying: “I need you here. Stay.”

Final

months later, at 2 a.m., he calls you

“Can’t sleep. Let’s walk.”

you're at the river

hands you a poem he’s written

lines crossed out and rewritten

one phrase remains untouched:

“You are my flawed, necessary mirror... breakable, but brighter for the cracks.”

you glance at him

he’s staring at the water

his pinky finger brushes yours

JIN

WHAT HAPPENED

Jin had spent weeks planning a special dinner for the group

= a way to celebrate Yoongi’s birthday and lift morale after a draining promo cycle

he’d confided in you

voice uncharacteristically soft

“I want it to feel like home. No managers, no cameras. Just us.”

you promised to handle the setup

= decorating the dorm, hiding gifts, and most importantly, distracting Yoongi until the surprise was ready

but you got swept up in a last-minute fan event

lost track of time, arrived two hours late

dinner was ruined

Yoongi walked into a half-decorated room

Jin scrambling with cold tteokbokki and deflated balloons

HIS REACTION

Immediate Response

laughs, loudly

claps his hands like it’s all a hilarious joke

“Wow, this is a twist! Who needs surprises when you can have… uh… spontaneity?”

his ears burn red

won’t meet your eyes

Yoongi quietly says: “Hyung, it’s okay.”

Jin’s smile cracks

disappears into the kitchen

sound of aggressive dishwashing fills the dorm

Internal Monologue

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

replays the hours he spent marinating the meat

or the way he’d practiced Yoongi’s favorite childhood dish three times to get it right

even wor his “Worldwide Handsome” apron unironically

he feels foolish

not just let down, but exposed

his vulnerability is a raw nerve

Do they think I’m just the clown? That my efforts don’t matter?

Actions & Subtle Cues

Deflection

next day, he jokes to Jungkook

“Guess I’ll stick to gaming! At least my teammates show up.”

his voice lacks its usual lilt

Avoidance

stops initiating movie nights

you bring up his new cooking video = he shrugs

“Eh, it’s just content. Doesn’t need to be perfect.”

Overcompensation

gifts Yoongi an absurdly expensive bottle of alcohol “just because”

refusing to acknowledge the birthday disaster

Dialogue

catch him alone

chopping vegetables with unnecessary force

“I’m so sorry...”

he interrupts, waving the knife like a prop

“Relax! It’s not a big deal. Yoongi prefers takeout anyway.”

his hand trembles slightly

nicks his finger

sucks the blood away, muttering

“See? I’m fine. Always fine.”

WHAT TO DO

Apology

he’d never accept a tearful plea

drag him to a private karaoke room

order his favorite snacks

with zero shamebelt “Epiphany” off-key

he cringes, laughing

“You’re not just ‘the funny one.’ You’re our glue. And I treated your heart like a punchline. I won’t do it again.”

Feed His Love (Literally)

learn his mother’s kimchi recipe through trial and error

first batch is inedible

you leave it at his door with a note

“Round 1: deserves better. I’ll keep trying.”

every Friday, you bring him homemade broth

rolls his eyes but starts leaving empty Tupperware outside your room

Public Acknowledgment

next group dinner, raise your glass

“Jin planned this whole night. He’s the reason we’re family.”

kicks you under the table, cheeks pink

later texts: “That was… not terrible.”

HIS RESPONSE

First Thaw

“accidentally” buys two tickets to a comedy show

“Ugh, someone bailed. You wanna go? Don’t make it weird.”

during the show, he snorts so hard he spills popcorn

for a moment, his shoulder brushes yours

Late-Night Confession

find him on the balcony at 1 a.m.

he's staring at the city lights

“You know why I cook? It’s the one thing I can control. The one way I know… I’m needed.”

flicks your forehead

“But you? You’re not allowed to need me until you prove you’ll stay.”

Actions Speak Louder

starts texting you ridiculous memes at 3 a.m.,

gift him a custom apron embroidered with “World’s Okayest Chef”

wears it for a live stream

“A fan sent it!”

lies, winking at the camera

AFTERMATH

Rebuilding

trust returns in layers

lets you assist with his next cooking video

you burn the rice

he laughs genuinely, eyes crinkling

“Wow, you’re worse than Namjoon!”

confides his anxiety about enlisting

“Don’t let them eat junk every day.”

pretending it’s a joke

= it’s a plea: Take care of them. Take care of me

New Normal

still teases you mercilessly

but there’s a softness now

saves you the last piece of steak, grumbling

“You look too skinny.”

when you’re late again (traffic, this time), he meets you at the door with a smirk

“I started without you. But… I saved the best part.”

Final

you recreate his failed dinner, perfectly

walks in, sees the table set with his fancy dishes, and groans

“Yah, you’re so extra!”

his voice cracks

later, pulls you aside

“You did good."

flicking your ear

“But never outshine me again, okay?”

YOONGI

WHAT HAPPENED

Yoongi had been working on a deeply personal mixtape

one he’d described as “pulling bones out of my ribs to make something alive”

you were his sounding board

= the only person he played raw tracks for

= the one he trusted to guard his unfinished art

during a late-night studio session (frustrated by his perfectionism) you vented to a mutual friend

“He’s never gonna release it. It’s just… self-sabotage.”

friend, trying to “help,” leaked a snippet online to “motivate” him

the clip went viral

dissected by fans and critics before Yoongi even knew it existed online

HIS REACTION

Immediate Response

finds out via Twitter

stares at his phone for minutes

jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitches in his cheek

he stands, walks to the studio bathroom, and slams the door

emerges, his face is damp

sleeves rolled up to hide trembling hands

doesn’t look at you

Internal Monologue

Idiot. You trusted an idiot

betrayal isn’t just emotional = it’s artistic

track was a confession

= a scream he hadn’t finished shaping

now it’s reduced to a meme (and a TikTok trend)

wonders if you meant to undermine him

Did you think I was weak? That I needed saving from myself?

Actions & Subtle Cues

Locked Doors

studio is off-limits

changes the passcode

when you knock, he blasts Agust D’s “The Last” until you leave

Professional Detachment

in group meetings, he refers to you as “the team” instead of your name

signs emails with a curt - Min Yoongi

Self-Isolation

sleeps in the studio

surviving on iced Americanos and protein bars

only hint of anger = a dent in the wall where he kicked it

hidden behind a poster of Nujabes

Dialogue

catch him at dawn

shadows under his eyes

“Yoongi, I'm...”

cuts you off

voice gravelly from sleeplessness

“Save it. You don’t get to apologize for my work.”

steps closer

for the first time, you see raw hurt beneath the ice

“That track was mine. Mine. And you turned it into content.”

WHAT TO DO

Radical Accountability

no excuses

write a public statement taking full blame

refuse to name the friend

post it without consulting him

he’ll see it

he sees everything

don’t tag him

don’t beg for absolution

Unseen Support

handle the fallout silently

compile legal docs for copyright claims

scrub leaked snippets from forums until your eyes burn

send the files to his manager, not him

leave a USB drive outside his door with two playlists

Track 1: “Anger” (Hip-hop beats, distorted guitars, lyrics about betrayal)

Track 2: “Regret” (Piano covers of First Love, rain sounds, a 10-second voice note: “I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger”)

Earned Silence

stop talking about the incident

show up instea

bring his favorite iced tea every morning, placing it by the studio door

he finally emerges

gaunt and disheveled

wordlessly hand him a clean hoodie

HIS RESPONSE

First Thaw

a week later

leaves the studio door cracked

inside, the USB drive is plugged into his laptop

“Regret” playlist on loop

doesn’t acknowledge you

but when you set down his coffee, he grunts

“Sugar. Two packets.”

Test

assigns you a mind-numbing task

= transcribing 12 hours of old voice memos

“If you’re so loyal, prove it.”

find notes buried in the file

“2017. Bad day. [Your name] brought tteokbokki"

= realize it’s a twisted olive branch.

Breaking Point

at 3 a.m.

finds you asleep at your desk

headphones still on

hesitates, then drapes his jacket over your shoulders

next day, he slides a scrap of paper toward you

“Fix the second verse. It’s shit.” 

lyrics? 

“A thief in the temple but the god left the door open.”

AFTERMATH

Rebuilding:

trust is a slow remix

lets you back into the studio

you sit against the wall, not beside him

first time you critique a track

he pauses

“Louder. I can’t hear you over the bass.”

releases the mixtape with a new title = “Daechwita (Reborn).” 

leaked snippet is now a distorted intro

fans call it genius

only you know it’s a middle finger to the past

New Normal

never says “I forgive you.”

but throws his empty coffee cups at you (affectionately)

you flinch at a loud noise

“Relax. I don’t waste kicks on idiots anymore.”

Final

months later

tosses you a flash drive

“New track. Don’t fuck it up.”

file is titled “Interlude: Bones Mend.”

lyrics include a line from your voice note

autotuned and woven into the chorus

he’s smirking at his screen

“What? It’s just a sample.”

J-HOPE

WHAT HAPPENED

you’d been Hobi’s dance partner for a high-stakes solo performance at an awards show

= a routine he’d spent months choreographing

blending his signature energy with intricate & emotionally charged moves

during rehearsals, you hid a sprained ankle

downing painkillers and laughing off his concerned glances

“I’m fine, Hobi! Let’s go again!”

you didn’t want to disappoint him

during the final rehearsal, your ankle gave out mid-jump

sending both of you crashing to the floor

the silence that followed was worse than the pain

HIS REACTION

Immediate Response

doesn’t yell

doesn’t even look at you

he stands slowly

dusts off his pants

walks to the corner of the studio

hands shake as he rewinds the music

when he finally speaks, his voice is eerily calm

“We’re done for today.”

Internal Monologue

Why didn’t you tell me? 

he’s furious

not at the mistake, but at the lie

prides himself on reading people = on being the someone who notices everything

now, he wonders

Did I push too hard? Or did you never trust me to care?

he blames himself

This is my fault. I should’ve seen it

Actions & Subtle Cues

Professional Mode Activated

switches to honorifics

“Please ensure [Reader]-ssi consults a physiotherapist.”

no more “Hey, superstar!"

no playful shoulder bumps.

Overcompensation

rehearses alone for hours

blasting music loud enough to drown out his thoughts

studio mirror fogs with swea

his reflection blurry and furious

Avoiding Eye Contact

during group dinners, he sits diagonally from you

laughing too loudly at Jin’s joke

when you speak, he stares at his rice like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world

Dialogue

catch him after practice

voice trembling

“Hobi, I’m so sorry...”

cuts you off with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes

“No, I’m sorry! Clearly, I didn’t create a safe space for you to be honest. My bad!”

bows slightly

= parody of politeness

he's walking away

WHAT TO DO

Public Accountability

next team meeting, stand up before he can speak

“I lied to Hoseok. I put our performance at risk because I was scared to admit I was struggling.”

your voice cracks, but you push through

“I’ll earn back his trust, even if it takes years.”

Hobi stares at his sneakers

jaw clenched

he doesn’t interrupt

Match His Effort

Choreo Notebook

transcribe every step of the routine by hand

add notes on breath control and emotional intent

leave it on his desk with a single Post-it

“You deserved this.”

Sunrise Vigils

send him a photo every dawn

= your ankle taped, you mid-stretc

captions like “Day 7: Ready to follow your lead.”

he never replies

after two weeks, he “accidentally” leaves his favorite coffee brand on your desk

Silent Support

attend every practice

even when sidelined

he stumbles during a spin

=you’re the first to clap

“Again, Hobi! You’ve got this!”

he freezes

then repeats the move perfectly

refusing to look at you

HIS RESPONSE

Breaking Point

find him slumped against the studio mirror, head in hands

music’s off, but his foot taps an anxious rhythm

he whispers

“Why’d you do it? I thought we were a team.”

sit beside him

not touching

“I wanted to be someone you could rely on… but I messed up.”

he laughs wetly

“You idiot. I rely on you because you’re human. Not in spite of it.”

Actions Speak Louder

Playlist

sends you a Spotify link titled “HYBE’s Newest Torture Methods”

= a mix of aggressive hip-hop and ballads

Duo Practices

reinstates your sessions but starts with trust falls

“You fall, I catch. Always.”

hands linger on your shoulders a beat too long

AFTERMATH

Rebuilding

trust returns in shared sweat and shaky laughter

assigns you the killing part in a new choreo

watches your ankles like a hawk

when you nail it, he whoops

“That’s my partner!"

blushes and pretends to check his phone

during a VLIVE, a fan asks about teamwork

“It’s like… dancing in the rain. You gotta hold hands so no one slips.”

doesn’t look at you

his sneaker nudges yours under the table

New Normal

he’s softer but vigilant

when you yawn, he throws a protein bar at your head

“Eat. Now.”

when you grimace during stretches, he’s there before you can speak

“Ankle? Wrist? Talk.”

Final

at the rescheduled performance, he grabs your hand backstage

“Ready?”

palm is sweaty, but his grin is real

mid-routine, he improvises a move

a leap toward you, arms wide

you catch him on beat

“Thanks for staying”

JIMIN

WHAT HAPPENED

Jimin spent weeks preparing for his first solo stage performance in years

including contemporary dance piece about vulnerability

he confided in you about how terrified he was

you promised you’d be there front-row to watch

on the day of the show, you missed it

work emergency/ miscommunication? = 8t didn’t matter

there was crushing silence when he scanned the audience for your face

later saw your texts: “Something came up, I’m so sorry”

he crumpled his bouquet backstage

HIS REACTION

Immediate Response

doesn’t yell

Jimin never yells

tho wraps himself in a practiced calm

= like a silk scarf pulled too tight

you finally meet a day later

his smile is flawless

his voice is hollow

“It’s okay. These things happen.”

calls you “y/n-ssi” instead of your usual nickname

the distance sharp as a blade

Internal Monologue

Why wasn’t I enough? 

replays every time he’s felt abandoned

= his trainee days, the times he’d practiced until his feet bled

wonders if you see him the same way as people before he became famous

blames himself for expecting too much (for letting you matter that deeply)

Actions & Subtle Cues

Polite Avoidance

stops initiating late-night calls

at group dinners, he sits diagonally from you

always laughing a beat too loud at others’ jokes

Overcompensation

volunteers for extra rehearsals

dances until his ankles swell

posts cryptic Instagram stories: “Alone but not lonely 🌙” 

Fragile Deflection

bring up the performance?

he shrugs

“It was just a dance. You didn’t miss much.”

his hands tremble as he stirs his tea

Dialogue

catch him after practice

sweat dripping down his neck

“Jimin, please... let me explain.”

he freezes, back still turned

“What’s there to explain? You chose something else. I get it.”

voice cracks on the last word

“Just… don’t make promises you can’t keep, okay? It’s exhausting.”

WHAT TO DO

Radical Honesty

write him a letter

not with excuses

with ugly truths leave it in his dance bag

Unseen Support

film his rehearsals from the back of the studio when he thinks no one’s watching

edit the clips into a montage of his progress

set them to his favorite piano piece

send it anonymously

buy every vitamin drink he likes and stock the fridge with them

he raises an eyebrow?

“The staff did it.”

knows you’re lying but drinks them anyway

Patient Presence

start arriving early to his schedules

sit in the parking lot with his preferred iced americano

he gives them to staff at first

then, one day takes a sip

“Too much ice.”

next morning, the coffee has half the ice

HIS RESPONSE

Breaking Point

two weeks in

corners you in an empty hallway

his eyes are red-rimmed, fists clenched

“Why now? Why bother?”

voice trembling

“Do you know how long I stood there after the show? I waited like an idiot, thinking… maybe you’d run in, maybe you’d...”

cuts himself off

throat bobbing

Reconciliation

don’t reach for him

just tell him: “I’ll wait as long as you did. Longer.”

he will crumble then

forehead pressed to your shoulder

tears soaking your shirt

“You hurt me,”

he chokes it out

“You promised.”

hold him as he shakes

"I know. I’m here. However long it takes.”

Actions Speak Louder

starts leaving his studio door cracked open

you hear him humming your favorite song

= a test but you knock

“forgets” his sweater at your place

you return it?

he says, “Keep it. It looks better on you.”

AFTERMATH

Rebuilding

trust returns in fragile, beautiful steps

invites you to a private rehearsal

new choreography= raw, angry, then tender

= a story of betrayal and hesitant hope

you’re the only audience

texts you at 3 a.m.

“Can’t sleep. Tell me something real.” 

reply with a voice note of your insecurities

ge sends back a 10-second clip of his heartbeat

= recorded against his chest

New Normal

he’s clingier now

it’s tinged with fear

he’ll grip your hand too tight before going onstage

“You’ll stay?”

answer by pressing his VIP pass into your palm until it leaves a mark

Final

months later, he books the same theater for a new piece

this time, you’re backstage

holding his hands as they tremble

“Look at me, if I fall… don’t let go.”

you don’t

when he bows, flushed and breathless, he mouths: “You’re here” 

TAEHYUNG

WHAT HAPPENED

he had been working on a photography series for months

capturing fleeting moments of human connection

=a project he called "Eternal Ephemera."

invited you to his private exhibition

= a deeply personal showcase he’d only shared with a few

you canceled last minute, citing a work emergency

the truth?

you forgot, prioritizing a casual hangout with friends

he texted you a photo of his empty guest seat

caption: “Guess some moments aren’t eternal” 

you brushed it off, joking

“Next time, Tae! You know I’m your biggest fan.” 

days later, you stumbled on his Instagram story

= a close-up of a wilting rose

quote: “The loneliest feeling is sharing your soul with someone who chooses not to see it.”

HIS REACTION

Immediate Response

doesn’t confront you

he becomes a ghost in your shared space

his laughter, usually loud and boxy, is replaced by silence

when you try to apologize, he tilts his head

eyes unreadable behind his round glasses

“Hmm? Oh, that. It’s fine." 

voice airy

his smile doesn’t reach his cheeks

Internal Monologue

Why didn’t you care? 

replays your promises

“I’ll always be there for your art, Tae”

wonders if he romanticized your bond

camera becomes his confidant

= takes photos of empty chairs, shattered mirrors, lone footsteps in snow

Actions & Subtle Cues

Artistic Retreat

disappears into his studio for hours

blasting Chet Baker

the door, usually open, stays shut

Fashion Armor

wears oversized coats and berets pulled low

hiding his face

you compliment his outfit?

he mutters

“Clothes don’t lie."

walks away

Cryptic Posts

Instagram fills with abstract edits

=a blurred figure walking away, a burning photo frame

captions are poetry fragments: 

“Seeds planted in concrete / you watered the wrong roots.”

Dialogue

catch him feeding Yeontan outside

“Tae, let’s talk...”

interrupts you

voice soft but sharp

“What’s there to say? You saw my heart and called it… what? A hobby?” 

adjusts Yeontan’s sweater

avoiding your gaze

“Not everyone understands art. I get it.

WHAT TO DO

Unspoken Apology

create a photo series

titled “What I Failed to See.” 

each photo captures a detail Taehyung loves

leave a USB drive in his mailbox with no note

Patient Curiosity

attend a jazz bar he loves

sitting alone at the bar

he notices you, you don’t speak

slide a Polaroid across the table

= a shot of his favorite street musician

captioned “He plays your song better when you’re here.”

learn film photography

burning through rolls of failed shots

he finds your discarded negatives

he sees dozens of attempts to capture light the way he does

Space to Speak

at a group dinner, someone jokes about “artsy types being too sensitive.” 

you shut it down

“Art’s how some people breathe. Mock that, and you suffocate them.” 

Taehyung’s chopsticks pause mid-air, then drop

HIS RESPONSE

First Thaw

leaves a single photo on your desk

=a shot of your USB drive sitting beside his keyboard

back reads: “Exposure time: 7 days. Still processing.”

Conversation

finds you crying in the darkroom

surrounded by botched prints

“You’re wasting film.”

his voice is gentle

guides your hands to adjust the enlarger

“Light isn’t something you force. It’s something you… wait for.”

Actions Speak Louder

texts you a location pin at 4 a.m.

= an abandoned train yard

you arrive - he’s silhouetted against sunrise, camera in hand

“You frame the shot” 

he's pressing the camera into your palms

“Show me what you see now.”

gifts you a scratched vinyl record

“Kind of Blue” by Miles Davis

scrawled on the sleeve: “Some harmonies take time to tune.”

AFTERMATH

Rebuilding

trust returns in stolen moments

lets you name his new photography series

“F/1.8 (Fragile Hearts, Infinite Depth).”

during a V LIVE, he plays your jazz Polaroid on screen

he smiles, tilting his head

“A reminder that even broken lenses can focus… if you let them.”

New Normal

he tests you subtly

leaves half-developed film in your bag

“Finish this story.”

asks for your opinion on his outfits

but only in metaphors

“Does this color sound like regret or rebirth?”

Final Scene

invites you to a gallery months later

= his “Eternal Ephemera” reprise

final photo is you

standing in the rain outside the jazz bar, holding his forgotten umbrella

caption: “Ephemeral? Maybe. But the developing process… that’s forever.” 

you turn to him

he’s already looking, eyes glinting

“You stayed in the darkroom long enough to see the image. That’s all I needed.”

JUNGKOOK

WHAT HAPPENED

you’d been Jungkook’s closest friend since pre-debut

= the one he trusted with memories he’d never shared with anyone else

= like the panic attacks he’d hidden during trainee days, or the crumpled letter he wrote his parents apologizing for “chasing a dream instead of being a good son”

on the anniversary of his trainee contract, he’d asked you to meet him at Namsan Tower at sunrise

a tradition you’d kept since 2013

but you canceled last-minute for a work emergency

dismissing it as “just another sunrise”

when he confided his fears about enlisting, you accidentally leaked the conversation to a mutual friend

rumor spread, and he heard it from a staff member first

HIS REACTION

Immediate Response

doesn’t confront you

he stops showing up

his texts go from sporadic to silent

you finally corner him after practice

he’s drenched in sweat

punching a bag with violent precision

“Not now”

voice flat

his yes are red-rimmed

he blames it on exhaustion

Internal Monologue

You promised. 

those words loop in his head like a curse

replays every moment he’d leaned on you

= the night he cried over a vocal mistake, the time he gave you his childhood bracelet “for safekeeping.”

wonders if you ever took him seriously

or if you saw him as just the “golden maknae"

=too naive to need real loyalty

Maybe I trusted too much

he's biting his lip until it bleeds

Actions & Subtle Cues

Isolation

starts arriving early to the gym

leaves late

when you wave, he pretends to adjust his AirPods

Overcompensation

posts Instagram stories of solo hikes at sunrise

captioned “Self-reliance mode 🔒.”

Artistic Outlet

sketches a charcoal drawing of a broken chain

tags it “#growth.”

Dialogue

catch him after a concert

desperate

“JK, please, let me explain.”

he freezes, back still turned

“You know what sucks? I still want to believe you.”

his voice cracks

“But I can’t even look at you without feeling… stupid.”

WHAT TO DO

Relentless Consistency

text him every morning

“6:15 a.m. — at the trailhead if you want company.”

he never replies

on Day 12, he’s there

hoodie pulled low

walks three paces ahead

but doesn’t tell you to leave

learn the choreography for his solo song

practice until your knees bruise

he walks in on you panting

“Teach me?”

rolls his eyes but adjusts your stance

hands lingering a second too long

Tangible Penance

track down his childhood bracelet (lost years ago) and restore it

add a new charm

= a tiny shield engraved with the date you met

leave it in his locker with a note

“I’ll earn the right to hold this again.”

his enlistment rumors flare up?

you publicly take the blame on Weverse

“I broke his trust. Redirect your anger to me.” 

he deletes the post within minutes but doesn’t text you

Rebuild Nostalgia

recreate your first hangout

= arcade games and strawberry/banana milk

scoffs when you beat his racing score

“Beginner’s luck.”

he pockets the prize ticket you win for him

send him voice notes of old inside jokes

like the way he mispronounced “sarcasm”

he listens on repeat but never reacts

HIS RESPONSE

Breaking Point

one rainy night

you find him sitting alone in the practice room

he's replaying a clip of your first dance cover together

he’s shivering in a damp shirt

“Why’d you come back?”

you kneel beside him

“Because you’re my home.”

he laughs bitterly

“Homes don’t lie.”

he doesn’t pull away when you drape your jacket over his shoulders

Turning Tide

two days later, he texts

“Trailhead. 6:15.” 

when you arrive, he tosses you a protein bar

= your favorite flavor

“Don’t faint. I’m not carrying you.”

halfway up the trail, he mutters: “I kept the bracelet.”

Actions Speak Loudest

starts leaving his AirPods case in your ba

= silent invitation to join his walks

during a live stream, a fan asks about trust

he hesitates

then says: “It’s like… doing a trust fall every day. Even when you’re scared.”

his eyes flick offscreen to where you’re standing

AFTERMATH

Rebuilding

he tests you

asks you to hold his phone during a night out

watches to see if you glance at his notifications

you don’t

lets you back into his studio

but only if you sit cross-legged in the corner

“Don’t touch anything.”

weeks later, he slides you a lyric sheet

“Forgiveness is a tattoo... hurts like hell, but you wear it anyway.”

New Normal

he’s clingy in private

possessive in public

links arms with you too tightly at events

like he’s afraid you’ll vanish

he also shares secrets again

shows you demos he calls “too raw for anyone else.”

Final

next anniversary, he wakes you at 4 a.m.

“Namsan. Now.”

at the summit, he clips the restored bracelet onto your wrist

“If you lose it again...”

he warns, but his thumbs brush your pulse point

as the sun rises, he whispers: “You’re still my star. Even when you’re an idiot.”

[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Dabi

I like- sped through writing this, sorry if it sucks <33

Oh and the drabble kinda went outta line with the headcannons, but just a bit 😅

Edit: I'mma count this series as my 100 followers event cause why not?

Angst to fluff/ Comfort | Headcannons + a drabble | 963 words

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

Warnings!: Mentions of Dabi's backstory, mention of abuse (not in detail), mention of yelling, crying, thoughts of abandonment, flinching, self doubt. Let me know if I miss any!

Gif credit: @kilruas

Dabi would truly be broken.

As soon as you flinched he was send him back to his childhood, Endeavor screaming at his mother and siblings, the fear in their eyes as he did so.

The similarity left him stumbling backwards, making his way towards the front door.

You would quickly snap out of it, truly not knowing why you flinched. You knew Dabi would never hurt you, you knew that you were safe.

You would quickly realize that Dabi was leaving, and rush after him, panicking as you asked him where he was going, what he was doing, and why was he ignoring you.

Part of Dabi wanted to fall into your arms and be comforted, but he knew that that was wrong. He didn't deserve that. Or you, for a matter of fact.

And so with you crying and begging him not to go, he walked out the front door.

And he stayed away.. for a few months.

It was the second week of the fourth month when he came back, eye bags dark and turquoise eyes hesitant, scared, and lonely.

You would immediately jump on him, crying as you asked him why he left.

But, he still doubted himself and merily patted your back awkwardly.

And that was when you realized how terrified he was.

As soon as you were back on the ground you grabbed Dabi's shirt and pulled his face to yours, kissing him roughly.

As you pulled back to breathe you glared up at Dabi and his wide eyes.

"Dabi. I trust you. I don't know why I flinched that day, but I knew for a fact that you would xneverx hurt me. Phsycially at least. You broke my heart leaving like that."

At that moment Dabi realized what he really needed to focus on and lifted you back up, having you straddle his waist as he wrapped his arms around your smaller form, kissing your lips as a silent apology.

"D-Dabi?" You ask, voice hesitant as he grabs his work phone and jacket before sliding on his platform boots.

"Dabi, where are you going?" You ask, moving towards the man you've grown to adore.

"Dabi, answer me." You whisper, putting your hand on his arm.

Jerking his arm away, Dabi made his way towards your bedroom, confusing you further.

"Dabi! What are you doing?" You ask again, moving to keep up with the villain.

Dabi said nothing as he made his way towards the window, unlatching the glass before preparing to jump out.

"Dabi- don't go! Wait- lets talk about this, I know that it seems a lot worse than it actually is in your head!" You exclaim, voice wobbly as Dabi starts climbing.

"Dabi don't leave me!" You cry, grabbing onto his arm in a desperate hope to keep him here.

Dabi simply shook off your arm before taking off, causing you to mentally breakdown.

In your head you somehow did something wrong and now he was leaving you, going off to find someone better.

Breaking down in sobs, you desperately tried to hold yourself in some sort of comfort, silently begging for your Dabi to come back to you, knowing if you went out looking it would cause a scene.

~About four and a half months later~

You awoke to the soft knock on your window. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you sat up and yawned, wondering what woke you.

You stopped as another knock sounded from your window. You knew that knock. That knock belonged to your beloved Dabi, your one and only.

Rushing towards the window, you quickly unlocked and opened it, reveling in the site of Dabi, who looked quite uncomfortable.

"Dabi!" You exclaim, dragging him into your shared bedroom, careful not to hit his head on the window.

As soon as he was safely inside you jumped on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Out of instinct Dabi quickly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you wouldn't fall.

"W-why did you leave me?" You whisper, eyes moist as you bury your face in Dabi's neck, inhaling his comforting scent of campfire smoke and sandalwood.

"I- I was scared."

"Of what?"

"Hurting you, scaring you, loosing you." Dabi muttered, burying his nose in your hair hesitantly.

At that your sobs started, you clung onto Dabi as you cried, staining Dabi's dirty jacket with your tears.

Usually Dabi would bring you to bed, holding you against his chest while whispering comforting words to you. Or maybe even chuckling and sitting you on his lap, kissing you until you were too engrossed in him to think about what was making you upset.

But instead he awkwardly patted your back, his hold becoming a whole lot less certain.

It was at that moment that you realized that he was still terrified of what happened.

Slipping out of his hold, you faced Dabi, tears still falling down your face as you pulled Dabi's shirt, bringing Dabi's lips to yours you clashed them together, kissing Dabi roughly as you clung to his shirt, demanding his attention and trust.

Once your lungs demanded air you pulled away, glaring up at Dabi, whose cheeks were red and eyes wide.

"I trust you, fully." You mutter, pulling Dabi down so your noses touch, "I know you weren't going to hurt me and I know you never will. So please, stop doubting yourself. And make up for the lost time and kiss me."

At your words Dabi hesitated for a few seconds before smashing his lips against yours, pulling you against him as he greedily sought your touch, wanting to make up for the time he spent away from you.

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WIP Wednesday (Thursday edition)

Thanks to @firehose118 for tagging me, because it was the kick in the ass I needed to come back to this one. (December is always bananas and I haven't had any time to write the last week or so. You're a real one, Sam!)

"I—uh, sorry, I missed th-the last half of what you just said. My head's a little, uh..." The words come over the line thick and clumpy, like porridge being poured.

Annoyance crackles sourly in his jaw. It's not fair that Tommy gets to be drunk while he breaks Buck's heart a second time and Buck has to endure it completely sober. He deserves to not be fully present for this. He's owed a heartbreak with fuzzy edges.

"You know what? Let's have this conversation when you can speak in complete sentences," Buck snaps. "I-I don't think that's too much to ask. Call me tomorr—"

Suddenly, Tommy cuts in with startling clarity, "Five more minutes."

"Tommy—"

"Please. Just... give me five more minutes."

Buck breathes around the ache of familiarity blossoming like a bruise in his chest, because Tommy used to do this sometimes. He'd fall asleep on the couch ten minutes into a movie on the days when his shifts ran long, and Buck would shake him lightly and tell him to go to bed. Tommy would always say, "No, no, I'm awake," with the coherent confidence of a man who hadn't just been drowning out the TV with his snoring. The easy domesticity of it never failed to make him smile. It was a quiet ritual he could've happily done for the rest of his life.

If it weren't for that odd wheeze clinging to Tommy's voice like smoke, Buck could almost pretend Tommy just snorted himself awake after taking an elbow to the gut during the first act of Splash.

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Dance

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: @havoc973 I am so so so sorry this took so long! This is months overdue and I love you for your patience. I dropped hints in fics so you hopefully knew it was still on my mind. I’m finally happy with the product so I hope you enjoy.

Summary: For the third year in a row John Price is missing the daddy daughter dance. Now leaving his wife to deal with the aftermath.

Warning: swearing, abandonment issues, not edited.

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“Evelyn!” You shouted from the bottom of the stairs. There was no response as you stood there with your hands on your hips. Bringing your chipped nails to your lips you bit on them nervously. It was breakfast time and the seven year old was avoiding it like the plague. You knew your little girl was stubborn just like you so you chose to retreat back to the kitchen. It was a better move to ask her brother what was going on.

“Is everything okay with Evie at school?” You asked as you quickly moved toward the stove to flip the eggs you were cooking.

“Not really.” Jj said nonchalantly, holding out his plate. He was dressed in his school uniform with his hair a mess and sticking up in odd directions.

“Why?” You asked scraping the fried eggs onto his plate for his second serving.

“The daddy daughter dance is Friday.” Jj shrugged his shoulders and he doused his food in hot sauce. You stood there shocked at your sons words. Placing the pan back on the stove you turned off the burner. Taking a moment to think about what Jj had just said.

“I didn’t see anything about it in her folder.” You slid another piece of toast on the young boys plate taking the other half and eating it. He was just like his father having a huge appetite. Quite frankly you didn’t know where either of the boys put it since they were thin and mostly muscle. Jj was becoming lanky with how tall he was getting and you began to worry he would be taller than you in a few years.

“She probably hid it. The girls have been asking if dad would turn up. Well, more like teasing.” Jj stopped eating to look at you seriously.

“Turn up?” You asked crossing your arms and waiting for whatever your son was about to tell you.

“Yeah the kids in her grade say dad skipped out on us.” Jj frowned at the words. He didn’t want to be the one to tell you this because he knew it would make you upset.

“That’s not true!” The words slipped out without a thought. Feeling utterly horrified that the kids in Evelyn’s grade were teasing her about something so cruel.

“That’s what Evie and I say too.” Jj sighed as he told you. Then going back to inhaling his food, shoving his toast into the runny egg and eyeing the bowl of beans sitting just out of reach.

“You know your dad is sacrificing a lot to keep his country and family safe right?” The seriousness of your words seemed lost on your son as he focused on his food. His response shocked you because honestly he didn’t normally pay much attention to what you said; especially when there was food in front of him.

“I do. Not sure if Evie does. Dads missed every daddy daughter dance and he’s going to miss this one too. She probably needs a hug.” Jj looked you dead in the eye as he advised you on what his sister might need. You didn’t know what to say trying to gather your thoughts.

“I know granddads and uncles will do the dance with the other girls. I’ll dance with Evie if she really needs a boy there. I don’t care if it’s embarrassing.” Jj looked bashful as he told you this. He knew you danced with Evie the last two times and you happened to be one of the two women to step up and do so.

“Johnathan you are such a wonderful boy. You know that right?” Jj couldn’t help but smile at your words. He knew how loved he was. There was never a doubt in his mind that you and his father adored him.

“Course I do. I do miss dad. He’s away too much. And Evie needs someone like him. I know I’m not dad but I am her big brother.” The pride the swirled in Jj’s eyes had you gulping back your emotion. It was such a shame and yet a blessing John wasn’t here. It gave Jj the chance to have his valor shine but that was only possible with the absence of his father. All you could admit was that John would be proud of his son because he was turning out to be just like him.

“I know.” You smiled running your fingers in Jj’s hair and fixing it. He smiled loving whenever you scratched his head. John was the same way, it relaxed him to the point he’d fall asleep anywhere as long as your fingers scratched lightly against his scalp. You felt a heavy fog at how similar your son was to his father yet you weren’t even sure anyone realized it except you.

“Has it always been like this. Like before you two got married and had us did you know it would be like this?” Jj asked. He looked at you curiously, and your hand dropped and landed on the marble counter.

“Yeah. . . I guess I signed us all up for this.” It was a sheepish admission. Quite honestly you were nervous you might be blamed for things being the way they were.

“Well, Evie needs a sorry from you or dad. I’m not sure who.” The sweet advice your son had you feeling a little obtuse. How could he be so intuitive at such a young age?

“You don’t need a sorry?” You asked ready to pay your reputation and own up to your faults as a mom.

“Never. I want to be just like dad when I grow up.” Jj beamed with pride thinking you’d be happy with his decision.

“Over my dead body.” You warned not wanting either of your children to end up in the same line of work as their father.

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“Fuck, I feel like such a prick.” John was rubbing his hands over his face and then through his fair. You were staring at him through the laptop screen that sat at the foot of your bed. You were in your pajamas and braiding your hair as you two wound down to the end of your hour long conversation.

“Good.” You said simply with a shrug.

“Oi, aren’t you suppose to comfort me?” John’s head shot up from his hands, he looked offended by your comment and you knew he was about to pick a fight if you brushed him off. So you told him the brutal truth.

“Not this time. I get your jobs important but you need to show up for these important things or the kids will resent you.” John rolled his eyes at your words which had you doubling down with a response you knew would have him hurting. You weren’t doing it to be mean but only to make a point.

“I’m still not over you missing Lily’s birth and I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. Do you really want your daughter feeling that way too?” You asked. It wasn’t nearly the same as the traumatic experience you had but if these moments continued to add up they would be the equivalent.

“Darling, I have no control over these things.” John was exasperated by your words. Feeling defeated and like a no good dead beat father.

It was far from how he tried to be and what you actually thought of him. The only thing keeping you so frustrated was the fact your children were incapable of processing John’s absence like you could as an adult. They didn’t see it as John’s job they saw it as their father had more important things to do and they were second place.

“Okay, whatever you say, John. But there’s a seven year old who’s been crying by herself in her room and pretending she’s fine to me. Now, you can either pull some strings or deal with the consequences when you get home.” Abandoning the braid you were attempting you shot a mean look into the camera.

John visibly cringed at your words. It hurt because he was a perfectionist at heart and to hear how he was failing as a father tore his confidence up. John stared down at his hands and thought about how big his children were and how he had large gaps in his memory of them because he wasn’t there to see them grow.

“Please don’t be mad at me. And could you talk to her for me. I feel horrible.” John was sick to his stomach. He knew you were right and was having trouble with the reality of the situation. That his kids one day might just give up on him and stop caring because he didn’t show his love for them by showing up.

“I’m not mad, John. I’m just over all of this. I can’t keep convincing them to not be upset with you about missing their milestones. They’re allowed to be mad at you.” There was no hesitation as you plowed through John’s self pity.

“I’ll make it up to her.” John looked straight into the camera and you knew he meant it.

“‘Making it up-“

“Isn’t the same as showing up.’ I know, you’ve hammered that one into me.” John finished your sentence as he ran his thick fingers through his hair. You stayed silent annoyed and somehow empathetic towards your husband.

“I love you, so much. I’m sorry for leaving you lonely.” John pulled the microphone of his headphones to his mouth, whispering his words like a confession.

“Just come home safe please.” You pleaded.

“I will. I promise.”

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Breathing ragged and sweaty palms was all Evelyn could focus on as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was standing on her bed to get a full look at herself in the mirror above her dresser, being too embarrassed to go look in your full length one. Evelyn knew you would fuss over her and tell her how pretty she looked and that you two would have just as much fun as you did the last two years. Her dress was tea green with sheer long sleeves that cinched at her wrist and fanned out. The top front portion had a woven design that looked like tiny flowers while the tool skirt had just a little bit of volume and came just below Evelyns skinned knees.

Playing with the sleeves of her dress Evelyn began the long journey most girls started at this age. She picked herself apart and felt uncomfortable in her skin, insecurity growing like weeds in her young heart. It was the first time she didn’t feel pretty and it wasn’t because of her dress or the matching bow in her hair. The little girl had convinced herself that her daddy was too embarrassed to come dance with her. That’s why he always missed these dances.

Evelyns small hand came up to her now rosy cheeks as she wiped away the mist that was forming in her baby blue eyes. She had begged you not to make her go, but here she was in her pretty dress and bare feet with tears in her eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart there’s no need to cry.” Your voice came from Evelyns bedroom door. Standing there you felt your stomach drop seeing your little girl so dejected. A flash of your own childhood rearing it’s head as you thought back to all the times you wished your mother was alive to see you grow up. It was hard to see your daughter struggle with a similar feeling towards her father.

“I’m not crying. Its just dusty in here.” Evelyn ignored you as she jumped off her bed and went to her closet to slip on her shoes. She stole that line from you. It was one you used when John asked if you were okay while you two watched sad movies and you pretend not to cry.

“Ready to go?” You asked. You were going to do everything in your power to raise your daughters spirits.

“Yeah.” Evelyn passed by you and brushed your hands away when you tried to fix the bow in her hair. Telling you to stop being embarrassing.

You were dressed in a sage green dress to match with your daughter. It had a square neckline with three buttons down the center and short sleeves. It cinched at your waist and the cotton flowed down to mid calf, leaving your beige heels visible. It was a simple dress that allowed your daughter to stand out and be the center of attention.

It was a quiet drive to the ballet studio Evelyn attended once a week. Some of the girls in Evelyns class attended the same studio. You thought it would create friendships; not an opportunity for your daughter to be bullied.

For the first time you could remember your daughter sat silently in the back seat. There were no requests for music, she didn’t sing along to her favorite songs, no stories of what happened at school, and what really got to you was the lack of questions the little girl needed to ask most days. The car tended to be you and hers happy place where you chatted and jammed out to music. It was the only place she really heard you curse or laugh so hard by one of her stories you were in tears.

“Ready? Let’s go have fun!” You tried to be enthusiastic to get your daughter in the right mood. Finding a spot near the door feeling quite lucky to have gotten such prime parking. Maybe your luck was turning around?

“Let’s get it over with.” Evelyn muttered as she unbuckled and got out of your car. She waited at the front of the car for you because she knew you wanted to be by here side before she crossed the car park. It annoyed her how you treated her like a baby who couldn’t cross a street by themself.

Seeing how upset Evelyn was had you sighing. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. She looked so cute in her tea green dress, matching flats, and a big pretty bow that tied up her ponytail. Sticking out your hand she grasped your freshly painted nails and followed you into the studio; her own nails matching yours.

Pushing through the double doors Evelyns eyes went wide at the decorations. This was the pretties dance the school had ever had. There were tables about that were covered in fancy white table clothes with flowers in the middle of each. The lights were dimmed, streamers and balloons everywhere. There was a station to take picture at with props. Fancy foods being served and the biggest punch bowl Evelyn had ever see. For you it looked like a stereotypical 80’s dance in the U.S.

“Woah, you were right mummy. We are gonna have fun!” Evelyns mood turned around instantly. She peered up at you and left all the sadness she felt right at the door.

“I’m so excited to dance with you.” You smiled down at your daughter as she beamed up at you.

“You look very pretty.” Evelyn told you as she pulled you toward the dance floor. You followed happily. Loving how your daughter didn’t want to wait for the actual dance to happen but wanted to jam out to what the dj was playing right away.

You laughed hysterically as you two danced poorly to some Ed Sheeran song. Doing funky little moves and spinning around so your skirts caught some air. You even lifted her up and spun her around, her legs kicking in the air. Evelyn was laughing so hard she had forgotten all the disappointing feelings she once felt. Evelyn was so happy to have you there making a fool of yourself as on looking parents judged you.

After two songs you two were eating finger food and drinking punch. Chatting like you always did. Evelyn told you all about the ‘stinky’ girls here and how they were real ‘meanies’ at school. She even went as far to say they were jealous because their mummy’s weren’t as cool as you. To say you were flattered was an understatement. Usually your children thought you were lame and embarrassing but for the first time in awhile you felt like the cool parent.

“Let’s slow it down. It’s time for all you students to grab your daddies or important people and bring them to the dance floor.” The DJ’s voice announced. The iconic record scratch sounded as a slow sweet song started to play. Evelyn grabbed your hand and pulled you forcefully to follow her. Only you didn’t budge. Turning the little girl looked at you rather annoyed, but you had the biggest smile she had ever seen on your face.

“What?” Evelyn was rolling her eyes at you, frustrated that you weren’t following. She looked at your arm that was outstretched and pointing in some random direction. Turning to see what you were motioning at, Evelyn froze. The music went silent for her and she felt like she was the only person in the room besides her and her dad who was smiling brightly at her from across the room.

John had just walked in. He was an hour late but he had made it for the most important part. John was still in his military fatigues, panting and sweaty having rushed to get here for his daughter. He didn’t have time to stop and change at home but he didn’t care how underdressed he was. All he cared about was the look on Evelyns face as she stared at him from across the room. God, his little girl looked so beautiful and cute in her green dress and hair tied up in a bow. John would never forget this moment as long as he lived.

Evelyn felt stuck until your hand lightly touched her shoulder, snapping her back into reality. She didn’t wait for what you had to say. John’s little girl ran as fast as she could toward him. Weaving thrown tables and people desperately making her way to her father.

Evelyn was crying and laughing all at once, a feeling she’d never experienced before spreading from her little heart and swallowing her body whole. It was a happiness indescribable and it would become the memory Evelyn sighted in her speech at her wedding about what love felt like. It was how a father should always make his daughter feel and this was far from the last time she would feel it.

“Daddy, daddy! You’re here!” Evelyn was yelling over the music as John met her half way. People were turning to see such a pure reunion. Light gasps and then out right clapping happening as John swept his daughter up in his arms and spun her around as he held her tight to his chest. John never wanted to let go as his oldest baby girl wrapped herself around him much like he had wrapped himself around her finger the day she was born.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. Now let’s dance, bug.” John had a nickname for each of his children that he used only in private or special moments; much like how you called your children baby. Jj was ‘little man’, Lily was ‘peanut’ and Evelyn was ‘bug.’ and she would always be bug; until the day he died.

“Can we dance for more than one song?” Evelyn was back on her feet dragging John to the dance floor. It was packed with other little girls and their daddies, uncles, or granddads. This was the first time Evelyn was able to feel like everyone else but for some reason fitting in didn’t matter. All that mattered was how happy she felt in her pretty dress and how she was about to dance with her favorite person.

“I’ll dance with you all night.” John smiled down as he pulled Evelyn close. That’s when John realized his daughter had no clue how she was suppose to dance with him. John had never taken the time to show her how to dance with him. Watching as she bounced back and forth from foot to foot to the beat. It was clear Evelyn only knew ballet or the side step you did with her during these dances. Leaning down John whispered into Evelyns ear.

“Step on my feet. I’ll show you how to dance with me.” Evelyn nodded up at her father and did as he said. Her tea green ballet flats stepping atop his dirty military grade boots. Hands grasping the other pair as Evelyn felt weightless as she was jostled back and forth. She couldn’t take her eyes off her father as he stepped for the both of them.

They swayed to the beat and didn’t stop as the next song faded into the other. John continued to dance with his daughter as the floor cleared. Happy that the next song was equally as slow and then continuing into a much faster beat that had children bouncing onto the floor to dance. John spun Evelyn around and made an absolute fool of himself trying to dance with her to a song he’d never heard.

You had pulled out your phone and recorded the whole encounter. It was something so pure and magical that you never wanted to forget. It had been so long for you to see your husband slip out of his rough exterior in front of a crowd. It was as if him and Evelyn were the only people in the room as they danced like no one was watching. You were seeing the man you fell in love with all those years ago appear in front of everyone. You laughed hysterically as John did the running man and Evelyn copied him.

John had called you and hour before you left for the daddy daughter dance. Telling you he had just landed and was on his way. You squealed in joy hearing that he had made it work and would be there for Evelyn. The love that spilled from your lips was uncontrollable. You told John how much this would mean to your little girl. Then explaining how much it meant to you to see him pull some strings and do everything in his power to be there. It was the beginning stages of healing for you as trust began to grow again that your husband wouldn’t leave any of you in the lurch. That his word held weight and he wasn’t just saying yes to you, that things would be different after Lily was born. Even if it wouldn’t be perfect every time you knew John would try his hardest to make it work and if it didn’t, now you knew he really did put in the effort.

Eventually Evelyn had tired herself out after five songs and was dragging John back to where you were. John looked relived but not in the way you thought he would. It was a relief that was sweet, seeing you happy with him was immensely satisfying to the 6’2 Brit. You saw in that moment he would have danced with Evelyn until they kicked you lot out.

“Hello, darling.” John didn’t hesitate as he took both hands and cupped your face.

Your cheeks squished between his calloused fingers and you breathed in sharply, the feeling of his skin shocking yours. You had missed him so much. Planting a firm kiss to your painted lips, John hummed in desperate approval, causing sparks to fly. The tingling sensation spread from your mouth and caught like wildfire making your body heat in a blaze. Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head with how in love you felt. John was proving now more than ever that he would continue to be the man of your dreams.

“I missed you.” You whispered against your lovers lips, centimeters separating you. Johns stormy blue eyes bore into yours with such love and adoration. A cheeky yet charming smirk taking over his ruggedly handsome face. You could see in his eyes he was proud of himself and ready to sweep you off your feet next.

“How could you not?”

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I HAVEN'T WATCHED ALL OF TODAY'S EPISODES SO I MIGHT BE PROVEN WRONG BUT I'M SORRY TO SAY THAT I'M MAJORLY SUS OF WADA

Wada's punishment from Loyalty Game was that he wasn't allowed to enter the basement level until the next killing happens. He and Ojima were the ones to discover Hayashi's body floating in the pool, WHICH IS IN THE BASEMENT.

Why would Wada be allowed to go down there?? Yes, the killing had already happened, but HE shouldn't have known that. The only reason why he would have gone down there is if he already knew that Mai was dead and so there was no risk of further punishment for breaking the rules.

If Wada was under the impression he wasn't allowed down there, he would have - SHOULD HAVE - remained upstairs.

Istg if Wada killed Mai I'm gonna McFucking LOSE IT

dude GO WATCH THE EPISODES!!

also...yeah. i'm ngl. he is kinda sus. first point, as you said, him not questioning how he was able to go to the basement without being punished. that's really weird, but. this one could be explained by wada (and ojima) just having a dumdum moment. he's been starving for 6 days, he's definitely not at his best cognitively. he could have just forgotten. i know it's a very flimsy explanation but it's not that unlikely.

the second sus point is like... him going in and out of the arsenal. especially that he wasn't carrying anything in or out?? this one got me like 🤨...okay...? why the fuck would he be there then...that's definitely sus. HOWEVER...

him potentially being mai's killer. i just got one question...how? there's no way. either he was holding a knife and mai stabbed herself on it and then jumped off the pool balcony and fell into the pool, or it's not possible. at least, i really don't think so. if it was anyone but mai, maybe, but she has like at least 60kg on him, she could literally snap him in half. buut...the murder might have been some sort of agreement between mai and the killer, so they didn't necessarily have to get a drop on her (if it fr was self-sacrifice i will cry). still, i really don't think it's wada in any capacity.

another argument against it being him: for weeks now, the main justification behind him not being the trapper was that he's incredibly weak right now due to starvation. the trapper and the killer definitely are the same person, and if he can't be the trapper, he can't be the killer. he was feeling very weak during the investigation, tamba remarked that he looked pale, and he sounded like he was on the verge of passing out a few times. it was difficult for him to even roll mai's body over. he did pass out when they discovered her body too! i really can't see him faking that. the bomb traps wouldn't be that difficult to set up, but the other traps disqualify him. he's just physically not strong enough to even carry a bucket of gasoline around.

more arguments against: his reward. why would he be so excited to show tamba his security cameras reward if he was the culprit? we know he didn't mess with the footage beforehand, because tamba was there to see him having to download it. but even if he didn't have to download and could edit it, it still wouldn't make sense, if he missed even one thing he would have been caught instantly. the best and the easiest course of action is just to not say anything about the cameras in the first place.

i think that's all i have for now. him forgetting about his punishment and it being impossible for him to be the trapper could be argued against potentially, but the security camera perk really solidifies for me that it's really not him. if he was the killer, him showing it to tamba wouldn't be some crazy 5D chess move, it would be like 0D, stupid as all hell.

with that said, what in the goddamn was he doing in the arsenal?? i really don't know, but, if he's not the killer and i had to guess...maybe he was checking if anything was missing from it? he was there with mai when she was noting down the inventory, he would be more familiar with what's in there than most of the others. other possibility, i'm nooot really feeling this one, but maybe being in a room full of deadly weapons paradoxically made him feel safer because he had so many tools to defend himself with?...there would be also a lot of tools to kill him with, so that's eeeeeeeh, plus it doesn't explain him going in and out. and the silliest option i could think of...maybe he was the one who emptied out the arsenal. he wasn't seen carrying anything because he just took things one by one and stuffed them under his baggy as fuck tracksuit. that'd be hilarious. but then again, if he did that and his goal was so people can't use this stuff, why wouldn't he fess up immediately? hmmm. i dunno. he did clam up when tamba asked why he was there, which makes me think that him going to the arsenal wasn't a purely righteous thing if he's that stressed about it, but i'm not sure. he might just have been afraid of being told off because going to the arsenal was frowned upon in general. i seriously don't think he used anything from there.

to sum up...he's a bit sus...but i reaally don't see how he could have killed mai. i haven't read a lot of speculation yet so maybe that will change somehow, but i don't think so. so in the end, him forgetting about the punishment was probably him being a giant dummy.

[banquetwriter]

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pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ crying, major deppression

summary: ʚ you go through a depressive episode and Johnnie helps ɞ

Words: 1777

An: so this was horrible for me to write and I'm so so sorry

Guilt was racking through your body. You don't have any energy left in your body nowadays, it's the reason you haven't posted in almost two months. It's the reason your room and subsequent house are filthy. It's the reason why no matter how hard you try you never ever seem to fit in.

Your cheeks are tear-stained, and you haven’t washed your face in god knows how long. You've showered sure, but you haven't done your proper skincare in weeks.

Your depression has been a part of your life for as long as you can remember. It gets better, sometimes, other times it drains you of everything you have. Every day felt like a battle for you. You sigh looking at your phone it is almost 4 pm.

Your boyfriend, Johnnie, had texted you almost 2 hours ago. The rough nights you experienced led you to wake up late in the afternoon, so the plan usually involved Johnnie heading over whenever you woke up or after he was done filming.

He has wished you a good ‘morning’ and to let him know when he could head over. You wanted to indulge, truly you did, but Johnnie didn't deserve that. He had enough in his life to worry about. There was no need to worry him with your pathetic life.

The issue is you couldn't keep him on the hook like this. You sighed picking up your phone, you numbly typed out a plain excuse, telling him today wouldn't work. You put the phone down and roll over in your bed again.

You sat curled in a little ball staring out your window. There were crows sitting on top of the next-door building. You sat and quietly observed the birds, watching them move side to side. You wish life were that simple, all you had to worry about was eating and flying around.

You didn't have to worry about the eternally crushing depression that sucks your life form. Your face heated up again with the thought of Johnnies, tears pooling in your eyes.

You missed him so much. He was such a caring loving person, it wasn't always easy for him to show that. He had his ways though. Always make sure you eat, get decent sleep, etc.

Your relationship was usually the opposite way, you know just how much he struggled. You were going to be there for absolutely all of it no matter what. Nothing was going to stop you from loving him. He shouldn't have to worry about you.

But he did, it was the reason why when he saw your texting while editing he immediately called you. You were always such a beacon of positivity for him. He knew the signs, from himself and his friends. You had stopped eating unless he forced you to.

You were wearing long sleeves and sweatpants only. You never went out, just stayed in your room. He can't even remember the last time you said more than a few words to him in a single conversation. He placed the phone next to his ear and nervously tapped his foot on the floor of his room.

“Hello?” you answered with a croak. Johnnie never called you unless he really really missed your voice. Which for him was usually the case when it was nighttime. Those were extreme cases, he hated talking on the phone and absolutely despised it. Too many nerves for him.

He didn't speak for a second, half expecting you not to answer for some reason. “Hey,” he starts. You hold your breath for a second knowing what the conversation was about before he even started to speak.

“Can I please come over? I'm worried about you.”Johnnie says over the phone, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. You inhaled with a shaky breath. “You can. It won't be a lot of fun though,” you mumbled back to him fiddling with your piercing.

“Well- when can I come over?” he asked. This awkward tension filled the phone line, the systematic white noise causing your heart to beat heavily. “Whenever you want Johnnie I'm not leaving the house anytime ever,” you reply sarcastically earning an annoyed grunt from Johnnie.

“I can be over soon, I'll let you know when my Uber shows up and I'm on my way ok?” He knew your bad attitude was because of something, and no matter how much it was upsetting him he needed to be here for you.

You on the other hand could cry from guilt. How dare you be a pathetic sack all day, cancel on your boyfriend only for him to kindly offer to be there for you and you are rude to him? On top of that, he has to pay to drive to YOUR house! “No Johnnie don't call an Uber I will come pick you up.” you offered, standing up and searching for your keys.

“I thought you weren't leaving.” he rebutted. You took a deep breath, “but I love you, so I'm not gonna make you pay to cheer me up ok?” you spoke finally finding your keys. “I don't want to stress you out.” you heard over the phone.

You tried to fight his kindness but after a minute it was clear he wasn't going to let you drive. Today was a relaxing day for you, at least it was supposed to be.

You were a protector, it's what made Johnnie fall so in love with you. You were so kind and caring for him, constantly taking care of him when he had those days when he just couldn't take it anymore.

You never did it with the intention to receive it though. So when Johnnie knocked on your door and you trudged to open it for him it shocked you how much he did care.

You tried to make yourself look strong but as your eyes locked tears pooled crowding your vision. You turned away from the door and him as you covered your face with your hands.

You couldn't stop the pull of dread that filled your heart. You felt your knees touch the floor as you collapsed onto the ground. You could hear the door close and Johnnie rushed to your side. He was speaking about something, maybe he was saying how you were going to be ok.

Maybe he was begging you to tell him what was going on. You weren't sure. All you could focus on was ringing in your ears, the thumping of your heart, and the crocodile tears that leaped from your face.

His hands ran against your back and shoulders. Eventually, you were able to look up at him. He wasn't wearing any makeup, just a hat with a button-up and skinny jeans. All you could mutter out was a broken “I'm sorry.”

Your voice cracked and shattered as you spoke. Your boyfriend and the love of your life stared at you back, his face heating up his own tears forming. He sat with you behind your couch on the floor.

“Let's move to the couch,” he said his voice coming out falsely confident, you shook your head, yes taking his hand that helped you up. He wasn't used to helping people like this, he would try his best and maybe give advice.

But he tried to do what you did with him. He sat you down on the couch, taking note of your appearance. You had dulled messy hair, dark almost permanent circles under your eyes, you looked pale and gaunt your face seemingly shrunk.

He rushed away from you, getting you a cup of water, something you did for him without fail. He set it in your hands knowing the coolness would ground you. He moved to your side sitting down next to you. He hesitantly placed his hand on your chest feeling your heartbeat.

It was rapid and intense as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his other arm around you and tilting his head on your shoulder. As you slowly sipped the water between hiccups he felt your heartbeat slow and your breath wasn't so rapid. You were calming down.

Once you finished your cup you set it down and shifted so your head was resting on his almost bare chest. He moved his hat off and sat normally on the couch as you cuddled up to him. He wasn't sure what he should say that could help.

After all, he wasn't very good at this but he so desperately wanted to be. “I don't know when this really started for me. As long as I can remember I was different. Things that seemed so small for other people worried me so much,” you spoke, finally breaking the silence.

He knew some of your past and struggles but nothing too deep. He wanted to hear them from you. This was the best way to do that. He didn't say anything yet, he just looked down and observed you as you played against him.

“I felt this feeling when I was all alone and it was cold and rainy outside. It was almost like a shiver up my spine. I was feeling so safe and protected all alone like that, if I hadn't frozen I could have stayed in the rain forever.” he wasn't sure where exactly your story was going but he knew you and he also knew it was important.

“I was so comfortable with being alone, that stayed with me. There are days more often than not when I cannot do anything. I sit and rot in my bed all day, I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't do anything.” Johnnie did not know that. He knew since he was busy with filming you often just stayed home.

It doesn't sound like that was a good thing, however. “I am drowning but I've pretended to stay afloat for so long. I'm so fucking tired Johnnie I don't know what I'm going to do anymore.” Your voice was calm but powerful.

You didn't move but you could hear Johnnie's heartbeat increase. “I haven't taken care of myself in so long.” this was whispered, for a second you weren't sure if you had said it out loud. You suppose you did when Johnnie pulled you away from you, your confession hung on the air like wet clothes.

He took a second before he nearly engulfed you with a hug. He squeezed your whole body tight, “Please don't leave.” was all he whispered in your ear. He cradled your body tightly. He slowly started to rock you back and forth. The lull of his body slowly sent you to sleep.

[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

L- Lost: /Losing their S/O in a crowd/

A/N: nothing much to say- besides I think I wrote to much for 2d's

Request: open

Edited: no

Pairing: The band x GN!reader

This is apart of my crack alphabet

Tw: Panic, Murdoc acts a bit toxic(and it's not ok don't let people treat you like that), idk if i missed something

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-Bold of you to assume 2D wasn't the one getting lost

-It take's 2D a hot minute to realize S/O wasn't even there anymore

-At first he wouldn't realize it, so he would go about walking around doing whatever you two were doing- when he realized you two aren't holding hands anymore, so he looks back to go grab your hand when he realized S/O wasn't there

-Like Murdoc he comes to a freeze- as the info that his S/O is now gone sets it

-2D snaps back to reality when someone accidently bumps into him

-"oh- sorry didn't mean to-" the stranger was cut off by 2D's unintelligible panic talk before 2D scrambled away leaving the stranger confused

-2D would scramble all over the place looking for S/O panicked, to anyone who was looking from an outside perspective would be sincerely confused- I mean he doesn't look crazy or anything but he looks very lost

-And especially if you guys are on tour in a unfamiliar country or place for the first time

-Because if so- he's panicking get's worse

-Eventually he sees someone with a phone- and the realization that he should check his phone

-2D sighs in relief thinking that you probably sent him a text- in which you didn't and panic sets back in

-He spends the next half an hour looking for his S/O when 2D see's his S/O too busy looking at something to notice 2D

-2D stumbles over to S/O a bit winded and babbling about you being gone

-"Luv- where have you been-?" 2D said pulling you into a bone crushing embrace, "Why didn't you answer da' phone?"

-"oh sorry Stu... I got distracted, and my phone is dead so I couldn't answer any text-" you say as 2D still didn't let go

-After some reassuring hugs and a kiss and you two go back to whatever your doing- as 2D basically forgetting what just happened

-He panics a bit but stays in place

-At first he just waits their hopeing S/O wanders back but when two minutes has passed and no sign of you

-Murdocs next checks his messages, and he had zero from you

-So now he's stressed as hell, but he tries to keep calm

-And walks around casually like nothings wrong, while he's sweating bullets and his eyes are darting all over the place looking for you

-every few minutes Mudz takes out his phone checking for a message

-He eventually find you and jogs over to you and grabs S/O by the arm and starts to grumble out frustrated nags

-"The hell- have' ya been, I've been looking all over the fucking place-" Murdoc would snap at S/O, as he drags S/O back to the car

-"Jeez sorry- just got distracted..." S/O would respond

-"Well why didn't you answer yer fuck'en phone?"

"Uh... I left it at home..."

-Murdoc would face palm

- you two didn't get to finish the outing because murdoc was stressed and just wanted to go home and relax

-But the next day you two went back out but this time Murdoc kept his arms around S/O's waist or shoulders

-She looks around for a second before checking her phone to see if you texted her, and when she see's you didn't she would immediately start searching the area for you

-And Noodle finds you immediately- no joke, she take like a minute and then finds you

-"Hay S/O- where did you go?" Noodle said as she placed a hand on your shoulder as she walks up behind you

-"oh hey sorry Noods, I didn't realize I lost you..."

-Noodle accepted the apology and you two went about your outing but this time Noodle walked behind you to make sure you don't wander off

-The most rational out of all of them

-Like Noodle, Russel immediately checked his phone and sighed when he saw no texts

- He would calmly look around for you- it took like ten to thirty minutes to find S/O

-And when he found S/O he didn't ask any question, he just walks up to S/O puts a hand on their shoulder and says "Hey baby- come on we have things to do"

-"Oh- hey Rus look what i found.." S/O would point at the thing that distracted them

-"yeah yeah- lets go hon" Rus would hold your hand as you two go about your day- and he would look over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure you're still there

[apollowhoo]

Yooo what’s upp???? Dude your writing is super gooddddd I was wondering if you could do an eldest daughter of Hades (born early 1900’s and got placed in Lotus Casino, and biologically older too)- and times with her little siblings bonding and growing close with her, like Bianca during the Titans Curse quest, Nico after the Labirynth after Bianca was gone and coming back to camp, and Hazel during the Argo II?(btw if you can can she be apart of the prophecy?)-

Sorry if it’s too long or specific, it’s fine if you want to edit it a little bit- Thank you so muchhh<3333

ELDEST DAUGHTER OF HADES!READER X BIANCA, NICO, HAZEL

omgg this is so interesting, love the idea!! Btw so sorry but i couldnt add the whole prophecy thing:((

The eldest daughter of Hades had lived through the chaos of the early 1900s, trying to survive a world at war, before her fate was stolen away. Trapped in the Lotus Casino, she was frozen in time as the decades slipped by. When she finally got out, the world she knew was gone and so were the people she’d loved. Alone in a strange new era, she found herself drawn to the one thing she still had: family.

Each sibling carrying their burdens, lost in their own way. As the eldest, she felt a deep responsibility to be the sister they needed, even when they didn’t realized it themselves.

Bianca’s Wish

Bianca was brave and strong-willed. When they met, the bond between them was immediate, unspoken yet undeniable. During the quest for Artemis, as they ventured into the unknown, Bianca was torn between her desire for independence and her need for family.

One night, while the others slept under the starry sky, Bianca found her sister sitting by the fire, eyes lost in distant memories. She approached quietly, her expression soft yet curious.

“Do you ever miss it?” Bianca asked, sitting down beside her. “The time you came from?”

The eldest daughter smiled, a bittersweet glint in her eyes. “Sometimes. It was a different world, Bianca. Simpler, but harder in many ways.” She paused, glancing at her little sister.

Bianca stared at the fire, her fingers playing with the zipper of her jacket. “I just… wish I could’ve grown up with you...maybe know you better.”

The eldest sister wrapped an arm around Bianca, pulling her close. “We’re here now, and that’s what matters. You, me, Nico—we’re family, no matter what.”

Bianca leaned into the embrace. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to relax, to trust that someone would be there to catch her if she fell. In that quiet moment, they was nobody; it was just them, finding solace in each other’s company.

Nico's Darkness

Bianca’s death broke Nico. It didn't matter how much time had passed. He was angry, lost, and consumed by a darkness that seemed to grow with each passing second. He pushed everyone away, including his eldest sister, who tried talking it out of him, knowing that she couldn’t force him to heal—he had to find his way back on his own.

But she never stopped trying. One evening at Camp Half-Blood, she sat by the campfire, strumming a tune on her guitar, a melody from her past that had no place in this world. Nico lingered in the shadows, unsure, his expression serious.

“Are you gonna stay there all night, or do you want to join me?” she called, not looking up from her playing.

Nico hesitated before finally slowly coming over and sitting beside her. They didn’t talk about Bianca—Nico wasn’t ready for that. Instead, she began telling him her old memories, half-truths and half-myths about Hades and the strange little moments that made him seem like a normal person then a god.

“He tried to cook once,” she said, grinning slightly at the memory. “It was terrible, of course. Burnt everything. But I’ve never seen him laugh so hard at himself.”

Nico snorted almost in a mocking way. But at the same time, a genuine smile was breaking through the sadness. “Dad? Laughing? That’s hard to imagine.”

The eldest sister gets a little serious “He’s different than you think, Nico. He’s not just the Lord of the Underworld. He’s… complicated. Just like us.”

They sat there for hours, sharing stories that they never told anyone else, all filled with a warmth that Nico had been missing since Bianca’s death. In those moments, he found a piece of himself that he thought was gone forever and he believed that he finally found someone who understood.

Hazel’s Struggle

Hazel Levesque was a wonder to her sister. A girl out of time, so strong yet burdened with the weight of two lives. On the Argo II, the eldest daughter watched Hazel with a mixture of pride and protectiveness, seeing so much of herself in the younger girl.

One afternoon, while the others were busy, Hazel was on deck, practicing her swordsmanship as always. Sweat dripped down her brow, her face set in concentration. But there was a hesitation in her movements, a slight uncertainty, almost like something was bothering her.

“You’re thinking too much,” her sister called, stepping forward. Hazel glanced up, her eyes wide, but she didn’t move. The eldest took the sword from Hazel’s hand, her movements fluid and graceful as she demonstrated.

“Feel it,” she said, her voice encouraging. “You’ve got power, Hazel. You just need to trust it.”

Hazel watched carefully. When she tried again, her sister guiding her hands, it was different. She moved with much more confidence, and for the first time, she felt in control.

Afterward, they sat together, the ship rocking slightly beneath them. Hazel rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, sighing deeply. “I never thought I’d actually have this. Family. A sister.”

The eldest grins slightly, this was all too familiar to her. She wraps her arm around Hazel. “You’ve got us now. Forever. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

[greycappedjester]

New chapter will be up tomorrow. I'm sorry it'll be a day late; trust me, I really, really tried to finish it tonight. But, being entirely honest, I drove around 14 hours in two days and I'm exhausted. Tried to push through anyway but I can already tell I'm not doing my best writing/editing like this and I don't want to post a chapter I feel isn't good enough. I have about 1 and a half scenes left to write plus editing.

As an apology and thanks for waiting, here's the first scene. (like I said my editing skills are wildly missing tonight so it's the unedited version)

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The rain from the weekend slowly built up over the coming days, finally boiling into a heavy storm. 

The wind howled through the forest and shook the window panes. Clouds covered the sky so dark that even the moon couldn’t break through. The Hogwarts students stayed safe and tucked in their beds, thankful for the strong protection charms woven into the castle’s very core.

Truly, only fools would be outside on a night like this.

“YOU’RE BOTH INSANE!” Oikawa shouted over the thunder, lightning striking around them at the top of the Astronomy Tower. 

Matsu cackled. “What? Can’t hear you?”

“I said that you’re--” The loud boom of thunder interrupted him again and Oikawa settled for a deep, deep glare.

“So,” Makki clapped his hands together, “everyone having fun?”

All ten of the others--not counting Makki and Matsu, for obvious reasons--absolutely did not look like they were having fun. They looked like they were severely regretting every moment that led to this.

Then again, that wasn’t exactly a new feeling when it came to animagus training.

Makki grinned. “Great! You all brought your leaves, right?”

“Do we really have to be out in this,” Tsukishima demanded.

“Of course, we told you about the process, right,” Matsu said, ticking off his fingers while looking infuriatingly calm for someone in serious danger of electrocution. 

“You didn’t tell us we were getting struck by lightning,” Tsukishima snapped back.

“Well, truthfully we kinda had to improvise a bit,” Makki scratched at his nose sheepishly. “Didn’t expect the storm to last this long.”

Yachi frowned. “How does that affect the animagus potion?”

“Technically, the mandrake leaf has to be kept under your tongue for full moon to full moon,” Makki said. “Then, you stick it in a crystal phial under a full moon. Problem is if it’s cloudy, you gotta start the process all over again.”

Bokuto whimpered. “You mean we gotta start over again? But the leaf was so itchy the first time! And it tastes terrible!”

“Yeah and it’s pretty expensive to get since the second years already finished their assignment,” Matsu put in.

“So, we’re adapting,” Makki announced.

Lightning boomed ominously.

“Is that…safe,” Yamaguchi asked.

“Sure, the book even mentions it as an alternative method. Don’t worry about it at all,” Makki assured. Strangely, this had the opposite effect. “Just a bit more tricky since we have to use lightning to substitute for moonlight so we’ve gotta give it more time to settle. Should be ready by the time we’re back from break!”

Hinata poked at Kageyama. “Does that make sense?”

Kageyama shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much. Storms can serve as a substitute for moonlight since they’re technically both atmospheric based. Moon is further from Earth’s core, though, means lightning-based potions are more volatile. Need longer brewing time to settle.”

Suga smiled, nodding at Kageyama.

“There, see, we even got the potion nerds’ approval,” Makki said. “Everything will work fine!”

“And we had to do this on top of a tower,” Iwaizumi asked skeptically.

Matsu snorted. “Nope, that’s just for fun.”

The group looked like they were contemplating murdering both of them. 

Then again, that also wasn’t exactly a new feeling when it came to animagus training.

“Relax,” Makki said, “just keep an eye on each other and we won’t get struck by lightning. Keep in mind: when your hair stands on ends, that’s probably a bad sign.”

Kuroo and Bokuto simultaneously looked at each other, then up at the other’s hair, before blanching.

Luckily, Matsu quickly avoided any further complaints by pulling out the rest of the ingredients, including a potion’s case fo ten small vials each filled with clear liquid.

“You so owe us for this, by the way, do you know how hard it was to find a ten drops of dew untouched by humans or sunlight for at least a week,” Makki asked, passing them around.

“Um, not very hard?” Suga asked. “We live by a dark forest where students are literally forbidden from entering…and it’s been storming all week.”

Makki tilted his head. “Okay, point, but it’s the principal of the matter.”

“Yeah, yeah, you told us before. We each owe you at least two unnamed favors when it comes to pranks,” Oikawa said. 

“We should have made it three,” Matsu bemoaned. “All of you agreed way too easy.”

“Definitely,” Makki turned to address the group. “Okay, everyone add their leaf to the vial along with one strand of their hair. Just one now. You do not want to be one of those poor suckers that make a too hairy animagus potion. Pictures will give you nightmares.”

And, with that reminder of the risks, everyone got serious as they went about following Matsu and Makki’s instructions to the letter. 

After the hair, came the chrysalis of a Death’s-head hawk moth. Seven trunks with a silver spoon and Matsu instructed them all to stand their vials up on a metal vial ray brought specifically for the occasion.

“What’s next,” Yamaguchi asked.

“Great question,” Makki said. “Who here is really great at making some big protection shields?”

Hinata raised his hand excitedly. “Ooh! I am!”

“Cool!” Matsu said. “Might want to throw some up right about….now!”

He slapped down a rune covered parchment, which quickly engraved itself onto the tray. 

Kuroo and Oikawa recognized the symbols a second later. “WAIT--”

Bolts of lightning struck in the center of the tray, drawn there like a magnet. Shocks trailed off bouncing heavily off the bright blue of Hinata’s shield as the witnessed watched wide-eyed from inside.

A moment later and it was over, the tray left smoking while sparks run through the now bubbling liquid.

As one, the group all turned to Matsu and Makki.

“Okay,” Makki cackled. “We lied. There was one other reason we wanted to use the tower! Most effective lightning rod around!”

[joeliz99]

“You, Always.”- Danny Ramirez

Warnings: Slowburn, Friends to lovers, RPF fic, Fluff, Multi-part series

(In case you missed the first four chapters, click here)

Part Two

Where we begin again

Fifth Chapter

Three months after NYC. A summer in Miami. No time like the present.

Danny was back in his hometown for two weeks, a short but much-needed break before diving back into work and a massive new project that awaited him. The first few days were spent with family, relaxing and recharging. But as his second and final week approached, he couldn’t shake the thought of (Y/N), who now lived in Miami as well. He hadn’t heard from her since he’d texted her his number, and since both of them were over-thinkers, they hadn’t managed to spark a real conversation over text.

That night, lying in bed, Danny couldn’t help but reach out, sending her a text message before he regretted it for good.

"Hey (Initial)! Hope you're doing well. I’m in town for a couple of weeks and thought it’d be nice to catch up if you're up for it. Let me know what you think. See you soon! :)"

When (Y/N) saw his message, she froze for a moment. It had been a while since they last spoke, and she hadn’t expected him to reach out after sometime. She’d wanted to respond right away, but her schedule was packed. Hours passed, and though she saw the ‘read’ status on her phone, she couldn’t find the right words or moment to just do it.

Danny, after noticing hours had passed, began to doubt himself. Maybe he had misread the whole scenario. Perhaps she really wasn’t as interested in reconnecting as he’d hoped.

In reality, it wasnt that she wasn’t interested. She was just busy and, honestly, a little overwhelmed by it all. The next evening, after mentally editing her response a few times, she hit ‘send.’

"Hey! Sorry for the late reply. I’ve been caught up this weekend, but let’s plan something for the week. What are you in the mood for?"

Thursday of that same week, (Y/N) hurried through the streets of Miami, trying to get to the ice cream shop on time. Of course, today of all days, everyone at the office had needed something from her, pushing her lunch break nearly twenty minutes late. Now, someone was already waiting for her.

As she neared the shop, she slowed her pace, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. Outside, Danny sat at a table, focused on his phone, his posture relaxed. (Y/N) adjusted her purse and walked toward him, catching his attention as she approached.

“Oh hey! You made it.” A smile spread across his face as he stood, greeting her with a side hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’m so, so sorry. Work’s been crazy today—I hope you don’t mind the change of plans.”

Danny laughed, shaking his head. “Not at all. I’m chill with whatever. It’s good to see you.”

(Y/N) smiled as they headed inside, scanning the array of ice cream flavors.

“You eat anything yet?” Danny asked after a beat.

She shook her head, still focused on the options in front of her.

“Want to grab something else first?”

“What? No, no. I’m good. Ice cream’s better than real food anyway.”

Danny shot her a half-smile, clearly unconvinced. She caught the look and glanced back at him.

“I like your hair,” she said, changing the subject. “It looks longer than the last time I saw you. Actually, I think this is the longest I’ve ever seen it on you.”

“Oh, yeah.” He ran a hand through it absently. “I have to shave it all off for a project, so I figured I’d just let it do its thing for now.”

“Are you serious? What a waste of good lucious hair.”

Danny laughed, shaking his head as they paused to place their orders.

Outside the day felt warm and with a thick scent of freshly baked waffle cones wafting from the shop behind them. (Y/N) and Danny sat down on a bench and entertained themselves in a casual conversation while the occasional murmur of passing conversations mixed with the distant hum of traffic.

“So, I’m kind of curious… Where do you work again? I don’t think we ever talked about that.”

(Y/N) pulled the spoon from her mouth, tilting her head as she considered the question. “I work at a marketing agency as a Content Production Assistant. I handle all the audio editing for their productions and stuff like that.”

Danny hummed, nodding as he swirled his spoon through the melting edges of his ice cream. “That sounds cool. Do you like it?”

She hesitated. “I guess… yeah. It’s not exactly where I want to be, but I don’t mind it. It pays the bills, I’m getting real-world experience, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with my work. I just wish I had more time for my own projects.”

Danny took a slow breath, his gaze drifting toward her, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’ll get there,” he said. “When I got out of college, I struggled bad. At one point, I was juggling three jobs while still trying to stay on top of auditions and callbacks. I was desperate for anything.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It took me a long time to get to where I am now, and honestly? I still feel like I’m barely getting by.”

“Shut up.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes with a smile. “You’re doing amazing.”

Danny turned to her with a smirk, tapping his spoon against his cup. “Yeah? So that means you’ve seen me on TV?”

Her posture stiffened. She licked her lips, suddenly more focused on her ice cream as she stole a quick glance at him.

“Ohhh, so you have!” His grin widened.

“Uhh…” She stayed quiet, gauging his reaction. “Actually… I haven’t. Like… at all.”

Danny’s smile faltered. “Wait, are you serious?”

(Y/N) bit her lip, suppressing a laugh when she noticed the slight flush creeping onto his cheeks.

“This is embarrassing… Why would you say I’m good if you’ve never seen me?!”

“Because!” She laughed, nudging him with her elbow. “I’ve seen you in your element. I know you’re good.”

Danny exhaled dramatically, slouching back against the bench. “Okay. I’m done with this conversation.”

“No, no! Wait.” She nudged him again, her grin playful. “I actually do want to know what you’re working on. Are you gonna tell me about your next project?”

Danny turned his head slightly, giving her an exaggerated, unimpressed look before shaking his head.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a baby, Danny. I said I’m sorry.” She playfully punched his arm, and though he said nothing, a small smile crept onto his face.

“Well, it’s good that you’re sorry… but I really can’t say anything for legal reasons.”

“Oh.” She blinked at him.

Danny smirked, barely holding back a laugh.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait until it’s out in theaters.”

(Y/N) was about to fire back a playful remark, entertained by the easy rhythm of their conversation, when her phone started to ring. She ignored it at first, hoping it would stop on its own. It did—only for a series of text messages to pop up on her screen.

Her eyes scanned the messages quickly, and as she reached the last one, her expression shifted.

“Are you serious?” she muttered, exhaling sharply as she read it again.

Danny, catching the change in her demeanor, leaned slightly toward her. “You have to go?”

She nodded with a frown. “Yeah… Apparently, my lunch break was supposed to be shorter today whether I wanted to or not. We have a last-minute client meeting, and I have to be there.” The disappointment was clear in her voice. “I’m really sorry, Danny.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.” He smiled, already standing up and taking the empty cup from her hands to toss it in the trash. “At least we got to hang out for a bit. We’ll plan something next time I’m in Miami.”

“Right… Sure.” She tried to return his smile, though it came out a little sheepish. Leaning in, the girl gave him a small hug. “Thanks for reaching out. We’ll stay in touch, alright?”

“Sounds good to me. Now go before they call you again.”

(Y/N) nodded, waving once before hurrying back toward her job. Danny stood there for a beat, hands in his pockets, watching her go before turning in the opposite direction.

But as she walked, something nagged at her. It had all felt too short and too fast. Even more-so when she had taken her sweet time to actually plan something decent with him. And now, the reality settled in—she probably wouldn’t see him again for months. Maybe longer.

Before she could overthink it, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.

Danny glanced at his screen, momentarily confused. Had she called by mistake? Still, he answered.

“You butt-dialed me or something?” His laughter was the first thing she heard.

“No, not really.” She hesitated only for a second. “When exactly are you leaving Miami?”

“In two days.” His tone shifted slightly, curiosity creeping in. “Why?”

“Are you busy tomorrow afternoon?”

“Uh, no, not really. I was just gonna spend the day with my mom. Why?”

“Would she hate me if I stole you for a couple of hours?”

Danny let out a chuckle. “I doubt she’d hate you for any reason in the world, to be honest.”

(Y/N) smiled, knowing damn well he was right about that.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow after five. I’ll send you the details later, okay?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss (Initial).”

“See you tomorrow. Bye.”

As she hung up, a smile tugged at her lips, her chest suddenly feeling lighter. What she didn’t know was that on the other end of the call, Danny felt the exact same way. After all, maybe going back to being friends wasn’t going to be as hard as it seemed.

The next day rolled in, and thankfully, (Y/N) was on time and much more relaxed than the day before. She waited at the park, casually snacking as she watched people stroll by, some walking, others riding bikes along the path. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the scene, and the usual Miami heat had softened under the evening breeze.

Just as a new playlist started playing in her earphones, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She pulled out one earbud and glanced over her shoulder.

“Hey,” Danny greeted her with an easy smile.

“Oh, hi!” Her own smile mirrored his as she took a quick look at him from head to toe, checking if he was dressed for the occasion. He was—comfortable athletic wear, a hat, and, as always, the same chain resting on his chest.

“Let’s go. We’ve got places to be!” she announced, already starting to walk.

Danny chuckled, shaking his head at how naturally she spoke to him, as if they had just seen each other minutes ago. He followed her lead, still unsure of their destination, until they stopped in front of a rollerblade rental shop.

“You’re kidding.” He looked from the skates to her, eyebrows raised. “Are we roller skating?”

(Y/N) nodded nonchalantly.

He let out a laugh. “Did it even cross your mind that I might not know how to do that?”

“You don’t?” She tilted her head, though she didn’t seem all that concerned.

“I do,” he admitted. “But you didn’t know that.”

“I guessed.” She simply shrugged. “ I don’t, by the way. Figured it would be a good time to try it out.”

Danny stared at her, half amused, half baffled. “Bro, what? Are you crazy?” He laughed again, shaking his head. “I cannot wait to see how this ends. You’re unbelievable.”

(Y/N) finally laughed, not bothering to argue as she went ahead with the rental process. Before he could protest further, she handed him a pair of skates and dragged him back toward the park, just steps away from Miami Beach.

They sat on a bench, helping each other lace up their skates. Danny stood first, testing his balance before extending both hands toward her.

“Alright, come on,” he said, steady and sure. “Let’s see if you survive this.”

(Y/N) took his hands, already laughing as she wobbled to her feet.

The moment (Y/N) was fully standing, she realized she had made a mistake.

Her feet wobbled dangerously beneath her, rolling in opposite directions as she clung onto Danny’s hands for dear life.

“Oh—oh no, wait—” she stammered, trying to steady herself.

Danny, already grinning, barely held back a laugh.

“Oh, this is bad” he said dramatically, his grip tightening to keep her upright. “I thought I was gonna have to help you a little but you might actually die.”

“Shut up!” she whined, struggling to find her balance. “This is harder than it looks!”

Danny, completely at ease on his skates, skated backward while still holding onto her, making it look effortless.”

“See, the key is—”

Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/N) yelped as her foot slid forward too fast, and just like that—bam—she hit the pavement.

For a split second, there was silence.

Then, Danny lost it

“Oh my god—” He doubled over, laughing so hard he had to brace himself against his knees. “That was amazing. I wish I had my phone out.”

(Y/N) groaned from the ground. “ Can you please not?! “

“No, no, I’m motivating you,” he said between chuckles, offering her a hand. “Come on, get up. Let’s try this again.”

She took his hand and, with his help, got back on her feet. This time, she lasted about ten seconds before her legs betrayed her again.

Thud.

Danny clutched his stomach, laughing even harder.

“I swear—” (Y/N) glared at him from the ground. “If you laugh one more time—”

“Sorry, sorry!” He wiped a fake tear from his eye. “I’m done, I swear. Come on champ. Get up.”

He held out a hand again, and after a second, she narrowed her eyes at him but took it anyway.

“Alright,” This time Danny pulled her closer so she had no choice but to hold onto his shoulders for support. “We’re gonna take this slow. No sudden movements.”

(Y/N) nodded seriously, gripping onto him like her life depended on it.

“Good.” He smirked. “Now… say ‘Wheee!’”

She blinked. “What?”

He suddenly pushed off, skating forward with her clinging onto him.

“Danny, NO!”

Her scream echoed through the park as he burst out laughing all over again.

Two very long hours passed—and after an embarrassing number of falls—(Y/N) finally started to get the hang of it. She still wasn’t graceful, and Danny never missed an opportunity to have fun with it, but at least she could move without immediately wiping out.

By the time they returned their skates, both of them were starving. So, without much thought, they walked to a nearby burger spot, grabbed their food, and made their way to the now-dark beach.

The sound of the waves filled the quiet space as they sat down on the sand, shoes off, letting the night breeze cool them down. Danny took a big bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully before turning to (Y/N).

"Alright, I’ll admit it," he said, stretching his legs out in front of him. "That was way more fun than I expected. Even if you’re all bruised up and traumatized after it.

(Y/N) scoffed, nudging his arm. "You know what? You’re actually a hater. There’s no need to mention that stuff.”

Danny laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. But seriously, this was great. We need to do it again."

(Y/N) smiled, resting her chin on her knee as she looked out at the water. "I’d love to. Just gotta figure out when we’ll actually be in the same city again."

Danny hummed in agreement. "Yeah… schedules are a pain. But we’ll make it work. Even if it takes months, we’ll plan something.”

"Deal," (Y/N) said, holding out her pinky.

Danny grinned and locked his pinky with hers without hesitation. "Deal."

For a moment, neither of them said anything, just enjoying the cool breeze and the comfortable ease between them.

However long it took, they both knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

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