#him in glasses KILLS MEEE

[atlabeth]

law school hotch 🫶

[haru-natsuka]

Not funny (Floyd Leech x Female Reader)

Genre: Romance

Usually, Floyd would enjoy squeezing others but what if it was his girlfriend who did so?...

I got the idea when I kept on pondering over Floyd's habit of squeezing other students. So, how would you actually feel if your boyfriend hugged others? Did that mean you, his girlfriend was equal to others? It was a relief NRC is a boy school. This fanfic is kind of revenge from you to Floyd. Enjoy~~~

Azul was getting furious and more furious as Floyd kept on throwing tantrums during his work on very peak hours. We were talking about business now and it would be a loss for Floyd bad service! Every now and then, Floyd would say he was not in the mood to do the work as he was busy glaring and shooing at his schoolmates who had been given a hug by his girlfriend. That was not how it works in Mostro Lounge should be done! Even his beloved goldfish aka Riddle had make its way to his hated list when you literally beat Floyd first in hugging Riddle.

Floyd's heart kind of clenched in pain upon witnessing your arms circled tightly around Riddle's waist, head laid gently on his chest and what with the voice you used seductively saying you caught the Heartslabyul dorm head. Your voice should be his! Your body should be his! Were you playing around by having affairs while claiming his to be yours too? Floyd would never accept this kind of harem! He should be the one to squeeze you which was different from the scene he was watching certainly!

"Riddle~ hugging you is the best. Your height is just so perfect for meee"

A tray full of glasses shuttered on the ground as Floyd threw it angrily when he saw you rubbing your head on Riddle's chest. As Riddle being himself who had zero control over the situation, of course, his face had turned as red as tomato upon you being so clingy with him. He would not be someone who used such affection and he could really do nothing as his unique magic would be futile to you and the fault behind your sudden change in behaviour was not laying with yours made things harder for him. Therefore, he could do nothing except weakly ask you to stop before an eel came for his life.

Unfortunately, Floyd already stomped towards the direction of you and Riddle. His eyes flashed with enormous enragement while his mouth was curved into a maniac smile. His left arm was brought towards his right shoulder out of habit whenever he felt like he could strangle someone. One goldfish might die tonight.

"Do you want to be squeezed so much goldfish? I can do the honour instead of someone else girlfriend"

With the help from the other students, Riddle was much alive luckily. However, someone still needed to be the sacrificing lamb as you would never be affectionate towards another than your boyfriend. You must be under a spell. By midnight, when you returned to the normal you, you hugged Floyd all the time and asked for forgiveness from him as you felt rather guilty although you did squeeze others with being under a spell.

"I'll only forgive you if you tell me who is behind the incident"

"Promise me you would not kill them" You reluctantly told everything you could remember before you were cast with the spell. Let's just say the next day, Ace, Deuce and Grim got a lot of loving hugs from Floyd as he basically chase after them whenever they came into contact.

"It is not funny for getting Y/N getting involve with the three of your stupidity..."

Although the incident gave a bitter experience to some students, we could say you took advantage of it as you knew now how possessive Floyd was over you. At least you did not feel jealous anymore whenever Floyd shared his loving hug with other students as you knew how to counter his action back.

"If you squeeze Riddle again, I greatly have the right to do the same!" You claimed as you saw Floyd about to hug his goldfish again.

"Are you kidding me now, Y/N" You are much braver to threaten Floyd now. The situation ended up with both of you hugging each other whenever another person was about to squeeze another student. It was a happy ending we could say or not for Azul who needed to bear the weirdos couple as part of his life.

[yenqa]

10 QUESTIONS FOR U - enhablrinas edition get it bc tumblrina + enhablr

favorite color of themes?

moot with best theme?

you can send a love letter to anyone. fictional/idols/celebs. who?

which moot is most active? which moot do you barely ever run into but LOVE?

most rizzful mutual? do you flirt with ur moots?

favorite petnames/nicknames? giving or recieving?

have you ever had an online crush? (or on a moot GASP)

ever been involved in drama?

do u keep up with tumblr drama?

be honest. how many times have u swapped biases? no judgement here :D

were u here for the insaneness that was lockdown enhablr?

MIA moot u want to comeback?

ur fave fic or smau that gagged u when u read it? seungstarss BET was the end of the fucking world for me I WAS DISTRAUGHT oddeonu too grrrr the ptsd fuckkkk too there was someone m1ngh8o or smtg idk w this jungwon smau and it KILLLED MEEE he was yns roommate and always so fucking rude and his gf was legit cheating on him but he didn't leave her. gf made moves on his bff jake too who liked reader. slowburns where the main lead is an ass rlly annoy me but i also will them the shit up bc i luv angst and toxicity :DDD

are you close w ur moots? do u have any on socials?

what is ur biggest ick to see on tumblr?

words u find urself repeating too much? words u love using?

any enhablr inside jokes ur part of?

ever been featured in a moots fic?

have u ever dreamt of enhypen?

ur favorite enha pc u want rlly badly?

DRINK WATER + YOU ARE LOVED <3

thank you so much for sending an ask!! i love these weirdly specific questions! moots so sorry if youre tagged multiple times

1. i lovee pink or like neutral colored themes because i love when themes are super minimalistic !!

2. i love @okwonyo @byhees and @soov ‘s themes!! they always eat down and i use them for inspo sometimes ^_^

3. obviously, would send a love letter to my beautiful boyfriend park jongseong

4. okay idrk most active but i see @flwrstqr on my feed a bunch!! and i lovee talking to @boyfhee on the rare occasion we do talk T^T

5. guys this is all about mutuals but i literally have like two i talk to 😭 but most rizzful is @voikiraz my queen mari <3

6. my name “yen” is a nickname that just stuck with me for tumblr so probably that! but i love saying babe but i can only say that online

7. no 😭 i honestly dont think i could ever have an online crush

8. in real life no! on tumblr…

9. i want to but im so out of the loop 😭😭 @yeokii keeps me up to date though!

10. for enhypen,,, like three times… at first it was heeseung, then sunghoon, then jay!!

11. sadly no!! i joined in like summer of 2022 (happy two year anniversary!)

12. i actually am so bad at remembering my moots. like i have to interact with them to remember them so no so sorry 😭

13. OH MY GOD ODDEONUS SMAUS. but theres this one heeseung smau called “reality check!” i forgot the author, ALSO @amakumos go figure! OH MY GODD STUCK WITH ME FOREVER I DONT CARE ITS DISCONTINUED. also one more. “the language of flowers” by @soobnny GOD KILL ME NOW I LOVE THAT SMAU.

14. i am close with a couple of them!! i have @yeokii @wvnkoi and @jennaissantes on insta and a bunch of moots on discord!

15. people who dont reblog about gaza.. no matter the account size..

16. i use “LMFAO” a lot because its the only way i laugh ERMM and recently ive been calling people just “boy” or “girl” LMFAO

17. uh none! its okay though i am #antisocial girl

18. i have!! check out @yeokii ‘s upcoming smau “love glitch” guys (and upcoming maybe @soov smau *cough* tdwp *cough*🤫)

19. thank GOD i havent 🙏

20. JAY PEACH PC ONE DAY I WILL GET MY HANDS ON U. also sunghoon glasses pc in romance untold 😵‍💫😵‍💫

anyways… thank u so much for sending me these questions!!

[moonjxsung]

Adding onto my last ask with my top 5 albums of ALL TIME….. in this order under great duress, but realistically they’re all fucking phenomenal:

1. Junk- M83

Ohhhhh my fucking god. I could talk about this album for YEARS. The instrumentals. The mix between upbeat/melancholy, the way it tells a story the whole way through. Guys I listened to this album on a loop all of winter and it’s officially my most listened to album of all time. Absolutely fucking phenomenal. Favs on here are probably “Bibi the Dog” and “Solitude” but it’s truly no-skip. This album makes me ascend. I would’ve killed to watch their Coachella set in 2016

2. How to Be a Human Being- Glass Animals

This albums feels like being transported back to the early 90s- it sounds like vibrant colors and textures and it’s just some of the most unique sounds I’ve ever heard. Beautiful lyricism from Glass Animals always. They were my most listened to artist in high school and seeing them get so big is like !!! ummm deserved !!! Favs on here are “Life Itself” and “Mama’s Gun”

3. Zaba- Glass Animals

By far the sexiest album I’ve ever heard. Sexy instrumentals, sexy lyrics. I need to eat someone out to this album do you understand !!!! This was my most listened to album in freshman year of high school and I used to listen to it on the way to competitions and fantasize about this one percussion instructor I was obsessed with who drove a really fancy Porsche. This album still sounds like him to me. Favs are “Hazey”, “Gooey” and “Wyrd”

4. Who Really Cares- TV Girl

Bisexual anthem clap if you’re surprised! No but this album feels like adjusting to your sexuality again at the tender age of half-fifty after one decade of antidepressants and selling your identity off to intrusive thoughts (meee :3) it makes me cry, it makes me laugh, it’s inspiring. I listen to this album and I’m like hmmm I hope everybody finds their own form of love in this universe and I hope they feel it so wholly and deeply that even the pain is subsided by the comfort in knowing that the human experience is a thing!!!! Favs are “Not Allowed” (fic which we do not speak of🫶), “For You”, and “Cigarettes out the Window”. My ex was a chain smoker so I hear a little bit of him in that one. Fuck you dude ❣️

5. DSVII- M83

Albums don’t need words to be fucking extraordinary. This one is that album for me. It transports me to a whole new world, the synth and the instrumentals are truly remarkable. It makes me feel like a child again and it reminds me of skipping school for a week straight when I had pneumonia and watching trippy 90s cartoons straight out of a fever dream over a bowl of soup. It’s like if “The Neverending Story” had a fully instrumental album to go with it. I hear Falkor in this entire album. Favs are “Feelings” and “Temple of Sorrow”

You’ll probably catch a few of these in fic playlists in the future, but highly recommend every single song on every single one of these albums. They remind me why I’m so into music in the first place. I can share my top 5 kpop albums if yall are interested tooooo 🫶👼 I love these questions so much thank u for this cloud anon ily

[izukusspirit]

IN RESPONSE OF WAKING UP IM INSTANTLY LIKE----DIBS FATHER ON FUCKING SHOOK CRACK LIKE ???? SON WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN LESS THEN 30 SECONDS TODAY??-

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM DID I ACCIDENTLY MAKE HIM A HUMAN ALIEN TO MESS WITH HIM MENTALY ABOUT EGG TOAST

NOOOOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT I GAVE HIM BLACK ADO CHAN MLG GLASSES BECAUSE I WENT TO 2014 BECAUSE OF A FUCKING OLIVE IN A JAR BEING SENT TO BE AS A GRAPE THINKING I GOT RAPED FUCK DEAD SERIIOUS ABOUT O.B.S BEING THE TWINSISTER GHOSTS HERE

AM I BACK IN 8TH GRADE AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK?? WHERES THE SHCOOL THEN IM LIKE AT HOME LIKE AREN’T I SUPPOSED TO CATCH THE BUSS FOR SCHOOL WHERE IS MY FUCKING MOTHER’S JEEP FUCK MY ANTI-VILLAN SUPERVILLAN ASS TRIED TO BOOK A HOTEL TRIVAGO WIGOUT TICKET TO TEHRAN BECAUSE OF MY AMERICAN DOUBLESPERM COUNTERPART HOO MY GOD HE’S TALKING ABOUT OBS BECAUSE HE THOUGHT GHOSTMONUMENT TOLD HIM TO FUCK OFF BECAUSE OF HIM CHANGING HIS BACKGROUND TO A MELTING CANDEL BUT JUST IN GENNERAL CHANGING HIS LAPTOP BACKGROUND ON THE FUCKING PHONE.LENOVO.AND HP EVNY :(. LINGO-JAM SMALL TEXT CRYING HHH GHOSTMONUMENT IS A SWEETHEART I PAINTED THEM SO BAD RECENTLY ;;;;;

https://obsproject.com/ https://www.deviantart.com/ghostmonument ngl they have core and honestly i’ve always loved the way they draw!!! i love their cat dragon character with those long evildregon horns but she/he fucking hates me i stalk because i find intrest in telling you i fucking looove you but you HAATE ME SO YOU’RE LIKE KIMIKO RAIUMONDO TO MEEE LIKE THE MONKEY EYE GLAREE FUCKK :(-

LIGHT IN DARKNESS FAIRY ANIMALJAM GROUND PENSIVE EMOJI IN RESPONSE TO ME SENDING THE LETTER H OR A KAT TELLING ME TO BASICALLY FUCK OFF WITH A SHEMJI KAT OF ERIC BUT ZIM IN THE SUMMER SERVER THAT I COULD ACCIDENTALLY SEE BECAUSE I SIMPLY GHOST LOOKED AT THE LINK IN DEATH LIKE HOOO MY GOD I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE A FUCKING SERVER DM LINK NOO THE FUCKING DSI ITSELF COULD SHADOWBOX ME INTO INFORMATION AND I CANT EVEN GO HOOOME ORIGINAL SOURCE OF GHOSTMONUMENT AND KATS UPSET :(

AND THE FINAL DEATH BLOW WAS THAT I KILLED LOKI ON PONY.TOWN IN A TRUTH OR DARE WITH FAYE THAT I COULDN’T GET OUT OF BECAUSE I HAD SO MUCH FUN THAT I FELT BAD AFTER!!! MERRY BAD END HAHAHAHA!

ORI AND THE BLIND FOREST CROSSWORD PUZZLE WOLF NUZZLE BOTTLE FROM TARGET PINKBLUE

THE PEPPERMENT CATTOFRICC WITH LOKIS ENDGAME DEATH WRITTEN ALL OVER IT LIKE FUCK GO BACK GIVE HIM MY LITTLE PONY VIBES IN HIS NEW SHOW SO HIS DANIKA CROWLEY ACTOR DOESN’T FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT THE FACT THAT I GAVE HIM LONG SPIDERMAN HAIR TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE A SEX SYMBOL BUT A WORLD DESTROYER AT THE SAME TIME-AND I’M LIKE CRYING IN MY FUCKING HEAD LIKE I FUCKING HEAR LOKI SAY “FATHER WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME” IN RESPONSE TO THE LONELY OK? KEEP PLAYING FROM ANIMALJAM BECAUSE I NAMED AN ACCOUNT FOR MY MOTHER BISQUITLOBSTER AND HE THOUGHT THAT THE QUIT WAS KILL YOURSELF SO HE DID THE USEEWA AS THE ACTUAL ACTOR IRL AND THATS WHY IDRIS ELBA HAD TO KILL HIM ON-SET BECAUSE HE ALREADY DIED HE SCREAMED HE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO ACTUALLY CHOKE HIM OUT LIKE MY NEW MOVIE JEWLS HOO MY GOODD

LOOK AT HOW MUCH FUN HE’S HAVING WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HIM?? HE TRIED TO TYPE THROUGH ME LIKE “DON’T DO THAT TO ME??” AND I’M LIKE WYDM “DUDE WE’RE THE SAME PERSON THIS IS PHILLIP LESSEN MADE TO LOOK LIKE MYSTERIO STOOPP” AND I’M LIKE DOES LOKI CANNONLY HAVE A FACE OR IS IT THE FUCKING DISNEY CHANNEL DISNEY XP ULTIMATE SPIDERMAN ONE I CONSTANTLY SEE AS LINEART INSTEAD OF ANYTHING ELSE” YES IT FUCKING IS LAMENTS PHILLIP BUT NOT UPSET “AND IM LIKE FUCK I SWITCHED TO THE FUCKING QUOTE INSTEAD NOOOOOOO LOKI PRINCE OF DARKNESS PHILLIPP JACKSPICER PRINCE OF DARKNESS SHAOLIN SHOWDOWN”

[uncle-dusknoir]

[This post has been deleted!]

[Video: Basil is very clearly drunk; lounging on the couch in her pajamas, a glass of half-finish wine getting swished around in her hand. Sitting on the side table is the bottle of wine; seems to be something that at least LOOKS fancy. Based off the liquid's level, she's maybe on her second glass?

Sitting on her lap, appreciating getting pet like an evil villain's cat, is Deckard, who's focused on watching the TV.

Oddly enough, Skorna makes an appearance: lying tiredly on the back of the couch, looking like she has a headache. Some sort of warbley bird chatter leaves her 'mouth'; Basil responds: "I'm not theee- the one that fuckinnnn... Possessed me. Dipshit. I deal with youu, you deal with-" she hiccuped- "me."

Skorna grumbled, sinking deeper into the couch. In the moment of silence, the TV behind the camera can be heard- from the snippet of dialogue, it sounds like the Addams Family.

"Juuupe- Jupetty's the only onna yjou- ffrreeeaks that I don't- don't hate, yyouknow, bird." The bird seems to know, rolling her eye. "You're- you're. Fuckin. You. Obviously. No- no discussion further needed."

The bird warbles a bit more. Basil huffs in annoyance. She sips her wine.

"nooo, you know what I'm - you spooky fucks. Youuuknow. Y' Ghosties. Ghouls. I was s'posed to be a Dark specialist, youu- dicknips. I know you don't have nipples. Anyway."

Another sip. She seems to be talking to Deckard now, as if he's paying attention. "And Thyme- he just- he pisses me offfff." She slips into a baby voice, lifting Deckard into the air with her free hand and making a kissy face at him. "Doesn't he piss you off~? Yeaa?"

Deckard would 'reply' with a mirrored audible illusion of Basil's question: "Doesn't he piss you off~? Piss~? Piss~?"

Basil would cackle for a moment in laughter, almost dropping her drink and putting Deckard back on her lap/stomach. "He doooes! He-"

Skorna would warble something; Basil's face seemed to fall a little, and she would squint at the bird. "Yyyeeaah, and I'd- hic- I'd do it again, too. You know why?" She takes another sip of wine. "He needs to- to learn hoow to give a ssshIT other'n just... ooooh, I'm a ghoooooost, I'n do no wrong an' no consequences apply to meee. That's all he-" she took a long swig, finishing her wine and slamming the glass down on the table. "All he fuckin' cares about-- I don't even know what he get- gets UP to half the time, nor do I want to, 'cause I've ffffuckin- HATED him ever since his stupid ADVENTURING killed my fucking Liepard!"

She's properly pissed off now, rubbing at her temple as Deckard yips worridly, tilting his head. As if attracted by the sound of shouting, the Banette, Jupetta, appears on the edge of the couch in Teleport, tilting her head. "Uuugh. Fuckkk offff, Skorna. I'm s'posed to be having fun drunk, not angry drunk..."

The bird chirps. One can catch an almost smug look on her face. Basil's eyes widen a little, before she turns to see- the camera.

"Oh, you shhhiiiit," she hissed, carefully moving Deckard off of her and sliding off the couch. Jupetta looks worried, standing up and reaching a hand out as if to stop Basil, as she stumbles a little closer to the camera.

"I've fucking- I've told you to get off my ASS, you piece of shit!" She shouted at the Rotom, her fangs barely visible in her snarl. "Who the hell do you- do you tthhink you are??"

She stumbles a little, grabbing the phone somewhat violently and holding it above her, giving the viewers a top-down view. Toothy can be seen slumbering on the floor.

"Stop filming." A beat. Nothing happens. Basil's snarl somehow gets even angrier. "Stop fucking filming."

The video cuts out.]

[kusundei]

keep trying to. ignore it. because i dont feel like being evil. but its like truly truly bothering me..?? its weird bcuz i was in a worse situation earlier this week which would’ve probably incited a tweak but didnt rlly happen. idk whats going on today its just iiii have been filled w a . dread. like. overwhelming dread. plagued me since maybe 4th period??? then kept evolving. had a down spiral during math and maybe that was because of . maya’s comment. because oh god forbid it caused everyone to start pestering me and? i thought everyone forgot about that??? also being reminded of the haircut tmr. hate them for two different reasons and its - 1. i always get fucked up and. - 2. tina.

tina freaks me out. shes kind. known her for so long cuz of my mom of course but ? her face ? scares me ? it truly is just that seeing her reminds me of HIM. i tend to kinda block it all out and not think ab it as anything more than a. bad thing that happened to me. to a degree it never truly feels real till i see her again. then i am reminded that no that was real and that happened to me and jt permanently fucked me up. or when i start getting that weird pain again. ive been on and off like rlly anxious ab it since??? i was told?? but its getting worse

its not rlly like its the same building. that location doesnt exjsr anymore but god forbid i pass by the building on occasion going to safeway or passing by my old apt and. oh the fear. cuz the room is glass. can see the whole interior and it scares meee sooo much^_^ i have a bad time remembering things till its right in front of me again and THEN i recall it all. oh but surely ill be fine??? its no big deal. he wont find me. wouldnt even recognize me. of course tina wouldn’t have him around or anything it truly is fine. I AM FINE AND I AM NORMAL. just still bothered because why am i. still. tweakish

i sorta know but i dont. jusr been. plagued w guilt since earlier today. i have no idea if he noticed or he saw but even the thought that maybe he did freaks me out. but i did that to myself??? if he were to lash me and condemn me and hate me then that is truly. my fault. though i know he wouldnt JUST REMINDS ME OF HOW NERVOUS I GOT EARLIER WHILE HE WAS GONE but im fine. im fine and im normal. i just still feel bad. the candy was a bad idea too PERCHANCE IT DOESNT RLLY HAVE CAFFEINE IN IT but it has caused me to fiend. and maybe its some sort of like placebo affect i have no idea i just. im normal. not enough bad things have happened to me today to truly justify how i feel right now and j think thats the bad part. not allowing myself to feel it because its not justified. its just me being evil towards myself and j cannot control it and its makinf me. odd

idk i. just. keep distracting myself and then going back. and being evil?? the evil thing didnt leave me at all though. woke up still feeling bad. i can only pray to god that i’ll be okay tomorrow and. my mom will spare me? im not repenting. i keep feeling like i should be because of the guilt but no. bad things do not need to happen because there r good things in my life. even jf ajax knows he wouldnt lash me. would he? he wouldnt. hes normal. im normal. i wont speak it into existence because it is not real and i am just sabotaging myself and making myself ill. everything. is okay. i love my boyfriend. i think he is sending me freaky things. perchance ill try to enable myself to feel better and be okay^_^ not like im not okay. im always okay. im just feeling. less. okay than usual^_^ oh god i feel so guilty its killing me

[obsessivelyloved]

Okay Idea- Yandere future edd. He came back to kill his past self then he saw the reader again. They dated for years until S/O ran away with one of the other guys bc Edd became to crazy. His goal changes to killing the friend S/O ran off with and take S/O to the future with him.

Ok ngl I ran with this idea. Have I ever mentioned how much I love Future Edd

Under a Read More since it's long, thank you for the request! <3

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Something was incredibly wrong with Edd’s Future Self and you meant that lightly. The man took one look at Tom a minute into his speech about killing Edd at the dinner then at you and just. His face would haunt you for a good while. You’ve never seen that kind of rage on your boyfriend and seeing it come from his older self was terrifying.

He screamed and launched himself towards the table you four were sitting at. Future Edd had yanked Tom up by his hoodie, practically choking him, and screamed death threat upon death threat until Edd basically waterboarded him with Cola to get him to release Tom. From there, all four of you booked it to your cars.

Once you four got far away enough from the diner, you parked your cars to figure out a plan.

“I think my soul left my body. What the hell was that all about? Why is he so hellbent on killing me now instead of Edd?”

“Who knows. Guy seems not all there, no offense Edd.”

“None taken, he looks um. Something surely happened to make him that way, right?” Edd responded to Matt.

He looked a little sick. You really didn’t blame him since all of you just witnessed who he might become.

“Don’t think about it too much,” Tom told him. He patted him on the back, still a little out of breath. “Now that you’ve seen that, things might change. The future isn’t always set in stone and we could be in an alternate reality already compared to him.”

“I suppose.”

You wrapped an arm around your boyfriend. “Well I certainly won’t let you become a murder. If Cola gets banned here too, we could stick through it together.”

Edd blanched at the reminder but tried his best to return your smile. He glanced at something behind you. Whatever it was, his face brightened as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to… a glass display of tvs?

“Attention! Now selling Cola with…. Bacon!!!”

Oh. Yeah that made sense.

Matt nudged Tom with his elbow. “Who even buys this crap?” He took one look at Edd’s excited expression and quietly said, “Oh.”

“Yeah, we should probably get back to the cars now. I’ve had enough attempts on my life this week and I don’t want to have another one.”

You helped Tom pull Edd away from the glass display back to the cars. Only to quickly stumble backward as Edd’s Future Self appeared in front of you four in a flash of light.

“You may have gotten away from me last time, but you won’t be able to escape from my army of meees! Attack my brethren!”

If Future Edd wasn’t so terrifying, watching his plan fall apart as his family members scattered screaming would have been really funny. But he still loomed over each of you looking as if he wanted to tear Tom apart with his hands so none of you had it in you to really look at the situation and laugh.

“How could this plan get any worse? Ugh, I’ll just have to kill you myself.”

His eyes glowed green and the four of you could only stand there, frozen in horror as he stepped towards you. This is it, you frantically thought. My friends are going to die, c’mon move move do something move-

“Stop right there!”

Oh holy shit thank god. Someone was finally here to help. You weren’t going to have to watch as one or more of your friends became splatters of gore on the pavement. Not today at least.

“This has gone on long enough, Edd,” Future Tom snapped at him, pointing a gun. “What happened has happened and you need to get over it. Killing my or your past selves isn’t going to fix a thing.”

Future Matt looked super angry but the poor man didn’t get to even say anything because Matt screamed “Oh god I’m old!” and that broke the spell. Edd grabbed the back of both your and Tom’s hoodies as Tom managed to snag onto Matt’s jacket. The four of you booked it away from the shit show that was about to go down. Matt wailed something about his beauty being a fleeing concept but you didn’t pay much attention to him.

The sound of guns going off and screaming far behind you was so much more important. You didn’t hear much, but you most definitely heard Future Edd scream “YOU TOOK THEM FROM ME YOU BASTARD! GIVE THEM BACK!”

And even more chillingly, Future Tom screamed back, “THEY’RE NOT YOUR FUCKING PROPERTY, THEY’RE A PERSON AND IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU DROVE THEM AWAY!”

Again, you guys put a good distance away from the fight before you stopped again.

“I hope we never learn the context of that,” you panted. You bent over, hands on your knees as you wheezed. It’d been too long since you had to sprint as fast as you can for such a long distance. Maybe you should start taking runs around the neighborhood or something?

“They sounded so angry,” Edd said quietly. “I don’t think this is about Cola being banned.”

“Yeah, this feels. So much worse,” Tom agreed.

“Guys, the screaming stopped.”

You turned to look at Matt and your stomach sunk as you realized he was right. It was quiet. Too quiet.

“Maybe your guy’s future selves got-”

Something green slammed into Edd’s stomach, shoving him away from you onto the ground. He cried out and clutched his stomach.

Tom was next but that one slammed into his face and he screamed as he clutched his eyes. Matt was scrambling back but he was spared.

Arms wrap around you and you're yanked into Future Edd’s arms. A choked sound leaves your throat as you're pretty much crushed against his chest.

His hand slams over the watch on his arms and your friends disappear within a blink of your eyes. Future Edd lets go of you and you hear a crunch.

“NO!” You scream at him. “TAKE ME BACK!”

“I just destroyed the watch,” he said dryly. His gaze softens and he pulls you into his arms again, into a more gentle hold. He flops down onto a bed behind him and thoroughly traps you against him. He ignores your screams and pathetic attempts to push him away as he cooes at you, “Oh honey I am never letting go of you again. I love you so much, I’ll take such good care of you. He’ll never touch you again.”

* * * * * * *

Future Tom takes one look at Edd’s past self curled up in a ball and his heart pounds in his veins.

“He took them!” Past Edd cried out. He sounded as if he was on the verge of tears.

“Motherfucker, when I get my hands on him!”

Future Tom’s neon green eyes dart to his own past self, the skin around his void eyes a furious red.

“He hit us with green shit and took off with them,” he angrily informed both Future Tom and Future Matt.

Future Matt held his head in his hands. “Oh my god, what are we going to do?”

“You have to find them!” Past Edd shakily gets to his feet. He has a manic look in his eyes as he still holds his stomach. “Please, find them! He’s going to hurt them!”

Countless thoughts rush through Future Tom’s mind as he stares at Edd’s past self. It’s a look he knows all too well, the one Edd had when he confronted him about you leaving him.

“We'll do our best,” Future Tom tells him. He reaches behind him to grab ahold of Future Matt and takes off into the time portal.

“Red Leader is really not going to be happy about this,” Future Matt says quietly.

“I know but there’s not much we can do now. We just have to find their past self before Edd does something stupid. Both Edds.”

Future Tom really, really hoped neither Edd fucked up the timeline more than it’s already been.

[abstract-crossverse]

Welp, here it is, idk if it'll help, but I listened to "favorite crime" while imagining this and cried, so that may help if you want to really get in the mood, just any sad song of your preference should do

Also, if you guys have any triggers in my writing then do tell me and I'll put a tw at the start

Small text = whispering/muttering

2022 edit: format change and more colored text

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"Clown promise..." [Tricky and sibling!reader, angst]

You and your brother, Tricky, have always been close, playing around, helping out in his performances, going out for hot dogs... You were the only friends you needed...

Until that day ....

"Tricky?!"

That Goddamned day....

"Tricky? Oh! There you are bro, I was wondering where you were" you said, stepping closer to your brother, who had his back turned to you

"... Tricky..?" You stood a few feet away from him, he finally noticed you behind him and turned to you quickly, the sight stunned you

His skin had turned green, his blue smile fading away, being replaced by rotting skin melting off his jaw

He looked at you with wide eyes full of shame and nervousness, your eyes widen once you saw the pipe sized hole on the middle of his chest

Tears pricked at your eyes, you covered your mouth "no..." You mumbled, he lowered his head with sadness in his eyes

You ran to your brother, gripping his arms "h-how did this happen?!" You yelled, tears running down you cheeks, Tricky was about to say something, but the sound of a gun shot and the pain on your back interrupted him

Grunting, you fell to your knees "Y/N!!!" you brother yelled in shock before running passed you, looking back you saw your brother brutally killing the grunt that shot you, you blacked out right after

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You woke up in your in your bed, looking around you spotted Tricky sitting on a chair next to your bed, noticing you were awake he helped you sit up, handing you a glass of water and telling you what happened after you passed out

And awkward silence was placed after he was done talking, until he spoke up again

...

"Y/n you need to move"

"Tricky, we already talked about this, I'm not leaving without you-"

"what?"

"You need to move out, it's not safe for you here anymore"

"yes you are, I already packed your stuff" his voice was starting to change pitches..

Your eyes widened "Tricky, WHAT?! NO!-"

"I'm NOT letting my sibling die, this hellhole is becoming worse and worse by the second!"

"Then come with me!"

"I can't, I have to finish the job-"

"FUCK THAT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!"

"AND YOU THINK THIS IS EASY FOR ME?! To force my sibling... My best friend away?..."

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You both fell silent for a moment "you have to go... I just want you safe..." You stayed silent, then nodded

You closed the car's trunk, having loaded the last box in, you walked over to your brother "welp, that's... That's the last box..." His shaking increase a bit more "I'll miss you..." His voice glitched "me too"

Suddenly he hugged you tightly, you immediately hugged back "Don't die, okay?" You joked with a slight laugh "Promise- Clown Promise!" he put a hand on his heart and made bunny ears with his fingers behind his head

"Sibling stay safe, promise?" You chuckled, putting a hand to your heart and bunny ears behind your head, tears pricking at you eyes once again ".. Clown Promise...!"

Tears rolled down Tricky's mask as he pulled you into a hug once again, it was brief but lovely

He let you go, you got in the car, starting the engine and driving out of the garage and into the street, soon after Tricky screamed from your previous spot

"Y/NNNN!!! CLOWN LOVES YOUUU!!! DON'T FORGET MEEE!! CLOWN WILL MISS YOUUU!!!" He screamed between sobs and hiccups

You couldn't keep in you sobs as you drove, yelling back the same...

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Months had passed, you drove happily back to your old house, excited to see your brother after such a long time

Parking in the front of the house, you got out and unlocked the front door with your spare key, coming in with a big smile... But after calling out to Tricky and searching around the entire house you realized he wasn't home

Deciding to go in a search for your brother, you left and began you mission, driving around all of the places you could think he'd be

You noticed Nevada looked more hellish than before as you walked to the back of a broken looking building, desperate to find the clown you missed so much

But you met with your worst fear....

Your brother, Tricky, laid bloodied on the ground, motionless......

No shaking....

No twitching...

N̵͉̍̀̄̍̄̄͌͝ ̸͎͗̽̓̑͋́̋͠͝͝Õ̶̦̰̫̖͋̀̈́̈́͝ͅ ̵͍͕̗̯̯̮͍̈́͂̉̀̀̿͘̚T̸̡̼̘͕̿͜ ̵̝̩͕̓̾͂̅̚H̵͕͓̞̋̀ͅ ̴̨̥̙̗̯͓̈́̆͗̚͜͝I̵̠̼̮͇̪͕̟̓ ̴̢̤̰̱̦̪͙̦̤̾̉̀͗̒̇̆̓͜N̵̨̨̙̣͈̟̠̣̭̓̓̿͌̍͗ ̷̧̲͚̫̫͚͍̣̩̼̎͛̏͆̑̊̂͘͝G̴̲̝̋̌͋̌̀͝

You ran over to his body, kneeling down, you hoisted him up in your arms

"Tricky?! Tricky, bro, please wake up!"

No response, dread grew at your heart, realizing he'd even gotten worse since last you saw him "T-Tricky please! You know I hate these types of pranks!!" You shook him lightly, still no response

"BRO! HOFNARR!!" You yelled, a waterfall falling from your eyes as you sobbed, hugging your brother close to your chest

"... Tricky.... Don't leave me... P-please.... You promised- you CLOWN promise me you would survive.. you should know better than anyone that you can't break a clown promise, ever..." You weep

"... how is this even possible..?" Suddenly you heard gun shots in the distance, making you jump

Looking over where the sounds came from, you saw a giant black shadow with red eyes in the distance....

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[ibiitsu]

Reki [sk8] x short goth m! reader

Ice skating [06/06/2021]

Requested by @pigeonwithbigdreams :)

Warning(s): not proofread

hcs and scenarios of reki catching short tiny goth reader boyfriend rollerblading or ice skating. Y/n absolutely refuses to skateboard, but is lowkey really good at blading/skating.

A/n: it’s kinda confusing buts it’s basically a mix between head cannons and scenarios. I was just too lazy to write whole paragraphs for some parts so yea :/ I didn’t really like it so I’ll probably rewrite it sometimes but I hope ya enjoy

- y/n has never touched a skateboard in his life and probably won’t ever

- He absolutely loves watching Reki skate although always gets worried when he would fall :((

- At this point, Reki loves falling down in front of you. He may sacrifice trying to look cool but it’s worth it for all the kisses and hugs that you give him afterwards

- After accidentally falling down on top of y/n (and squashing him in the process) Reki showered y/n with hugs before asking him to try skateboarding the ruining the moment

“WOAH- y/n y/n ARE YOU OKAY?!? I’M SORRY, HERE LET ME GIVE YOU HUGS” Reki quickly leapt off Y/n and panicky started shaking him before pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“... you just killed me twice myribsaredyinghelp” The shorter male panicked and flapped his arms in a futile attempt to save his life before slowly accepting it.

“Y/N NOOO DON’T LEAVE MEE” Reki sobbed and carefully laid y/n’s body down. “...btw you should try skateboarding”

Y/n turned his head towards Reki before questioning him, “...why is that the one thing you say when I’m on the brink of death. And no.”

“Pleaseeee”

“No.”

“Just once?”

“No.”

“Just do it for meee... please?”

“No. <3”

“H-huh?!? I- How- Howjshwudb How did you say that?!?” Reki stuttered in shock and looked at y/n in amazement. Y/n shook his head and laughed mysteriously as he reattached some chains that had slipped off.

“A magician never tells his secrets. And also, for ruining my hair, you have to take me to the skating rink next week for a date.”

“Skating rink?”

“You’ll se- Hey! Stop patting my hair!”

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- Reki was pretty nervous when he came to the skating rink as it was quite empty (and kinda confused since you didn’t like to skateboard)

- He was definitely surprised when y/n dragged him onto the ice with ease while he struggled to maintain his balance

After Reki fell for the 5th time in the last minute, y/n decided to give up on him and ushered Reki to the sidelines.

“I can’t believe that you’re better than me at this, you can’t even skate!” Reki pouted, rubbing his sore back.

“Woww, is that jealousy I hear? Hmm? Also, I never said that I couldn’t ice skate.” Y/n chuckled at Reki as he gracefully glided across the ice, reaching the other side in a matter of seconds before returning to Reki.

“Course not! I’m just surprised that you could ice skate but wouldn’t even touch a skateboard!” Reki huffed as he added, “it’s really amazing how you can move so easily though.”

“Hah. The real show hasn’t even begun yet. Just sit back and enjoy.” Y/n said dramatically as his chains clinked together at the rhythm of his skates. His bold eyeshadow stood out against the white ice and his chains sparkled. Y/n picked up speed, his necklace moving to the side as he bent his knees, getting ready for a spin. Pulling his arms closer to his body, t/n gained speed, twirling quickly. His rings clicked together as he rose his arms up towards the glass roof.

Reki watched in amazement as y/n jumped up, landing down gracefully before dragging out a leg into another spin. Again and again, tricks came after one another transiting smoothly and effortlessly. It was like dancing. Y/n flowed through the spins and jumps, occasionally nearing Reki to smile at him softly. He looked so free and happy, as if all the care in the world was gone. Reki’s eyes sparkled and his heart thumped quickly in his chest

It was like the thrill of skateboarding, except it was graceful and gentle. Unlike skateboarding when he had to worry about people’s safety, watching y/n skating was delightful. Reki followed y/n’s every move and was captivated by everything. From the clinks of the skates, the shine of y/n accessories spinning around to how elegant y/n looked.

At last, y/n stopped, breathing heavily and he glided towards his charmed boyfriend. He sat down on a bench, catching his breath as he stared at Reki, whose eyes were still filled with sparkles.

“...so, what do you think?” Y/n glanced at Reki before grabbing his bottle and chugging all the water.

“...that. was. so. COOL!” Reki yelled in happiness and he picked up the smaller male, twirling him around as they spun in circles.

“Please- no- Idontwanttodieagai-“ y/n gasped for air, flopping like a dying fish. Reki slowed his actions before resorting to shaking his boyfriend’s shoulder energetically. “YOU’RE AMAZING. YOU HAVE TO SHOW THE OTHERS WOWOWOW! How are you so good?!?”

“I used to do figure skating when I was really young but I stopped when I moved here. Only because there weren’t any ice rinks. This is probably the first time I’ve skated in ages.” Y/n smiled softly at Reki as he continued rambling on about how good he was. As Reki talked, y/n lay on his shoulder, enjoying his voice in the empty ice rink, twisting his rings. He was exhausted from all the movements and leaning on Reki only made him more relaxed.

A little rest won’t hurt...

Matter a few minutes, Reki quietened down and glanced at his sleeping boyfriend. He gently lay him on the bench and cleaned up the mess around them. Picking the smaller male up with ease, they headed home, Reki still thinking about y/n’s ice skating.

Anddd done. I prob have some mistakes so lmk but I hope ya enjoyed it :)

Have a good day/night *\(^o^)/*

[depressedacadamia]

Lightweight

Summary: Will Solace can’t realy hold his alcohol but Nico doesn’t really mind.

A/N: 2 fics in one week? Oh my gods, who is this writer and what have they done with Persephone? Enjoyy yall- I really enjoyed writing this one!  

Read on A03

“Hands off sunshine!” Nico warned as he held the bottle of vodka above his head, his arms outstretched.

“Give meee!” Will cried, his hand sloppily hitting Nico’s arm. The summer air was warm and Nico could feel the thin layer of sweat on his forehead- considering he had to stay in his tiptoes to hold the bottle above Will.

“Will, you didn’t even drink that much! How are you so drunk?”

“You don’t love me! Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you, ya little drunk shithead. You are totally wasted, no matter how many times you will doubt it,” Nico sighed, throwing Will’s arms over his shoulders in a vain attempt to carry him back to Cabin 7.

Will gave one long blink. Then another. “ Where are we going?”

“To your cabin. I’d shadow travel but I've seen a regular person’s reaction to that, I don’t want to see what chaos would come out of shadow travelling a hot drunken mess.”

“Did you just call me a mess?” Will pouted.

“Yes but I called you a hot mess. Focus on that part. It was mostly a compliment.”

“You’re sooo mean to meee. Do you even love me?”

“Yes I love you, stop being so heavy and carry your own legs please.” Nico shifted his back under the weight of his boyfriend's entire body and tried to manage a few steps- they would have been easy if his boyfriend wasn’t so damn fit and if he himself wasn’t slightly inebriated.

“Ni-” Will hiccuped. “-Co!”

“Yes?”

“Do you love me?”

Nico sighed again, slightly frustrated by the constant question. “Yes I love you, ask again and the answer may vary.”

“Phi Phi is so much nicer than you,” Will grumbled, his head leaning into the crook of Nico’s neck. Nico could smell the twinge of alcohol in Will’s breath along with the regular smell of the spearmint gum he would always be chewing.

“Phi Phi?” Nico snorted. “ Who in the name of God is that?”

“Your stepma! Phi Phi! She gave me so many nice flowers last time we visited!” Will paused before giving Nico an innocent look of disapproval. “ Do you not remember Phi Phii?”

Will accidentally dragged out the last ‘ee’ syllable in the word ‘phi phi’ making it sound like he was a 3 year old trying to read for the first time. Nico almost shivered at the mention of his stepmother; the last time he checked, she still had at least 157 variations of dandelions that she could turn him into the second he did anything going against her liking- afterall, she may have been the Goddess of the Spring but she was still the Queen of the Underworld.

“Yes, of course I remember Phi Phi.” He lowered his voice as he muttered the next few words under his breath to prevent them from being heard. “ How could I forget her and her stupid dandelions?”

“Phee Pheeee!”

“What about Phi Phi?”

Will paused for a few seconds. He tilted his head looking at Nico. “ Do you love me?”

Nico, awfully frustrated, decided to not answer the question honestly. “ No, I do not love you right now. Drunk you is a mess whom not only subject hops but also cannot walk coordinately.”

Nico did not think Will would take anything he said seriously but to his horror he was greatly mistaken. Will’s slow and steady breathing quickly became a rapid torrent of quick and unsteady breathing. Nico had thought that he was just mucking about but then he felt warm tears stain his shirt.

Tears streamed down Will’s flushed face, his freckles were almost invisible as the tears continued running down his face like a current. His chest racked with sobs and he pulled away from Nico and collapsed on the ground. He buried his head in his hands and let his heart beat harder with every cry that left his lips.

Nico watched, his mouth dropped. He had no idea what he had done or how to make it better. He reached out, trying to console the drunk and overly emotional Will but instead found himself feeling guilt beyond any he had ever felt before.

“Will?” He whispered. “ Will? You’re drunk. I was just joking, I didn’t mean anything I just said.”

Will's loud sobs started to slowly quieten down but the tears still freely ran across his face. He glanced upwards at Nico, his eyes rimmed red. His bottom lip wobbled and his eyes were wet.

“But.. but you said that you don’t love me…”

“I was joking. I was lying. I do love you. Only you.”

Nico plopped himself beside Will and shuffled himself closer, awkwardly. He tried to wrap one of his arms around Will but he found it to be too short and only barely touched Will’s other shoulder. So instead, he settled for rubbing soothing circles on Will’s back, calming him and forcing him to breathe slower.

“How do I know you are not lying to me now?” Will’s eyes were innocent and once again brimming with tears. “I always worry that you're just lying to me and then one day you’re going to just go poof and stupid me will be all sad.”

Nico thought he could feel his own eyes stinging- was this how Will really felt? Was Nico that bad a boyfriend that Will felt that every word, every kiss, every moment was a lie? Or did Will just consider himself so unloveable that every good thing that ever happened to him was just temporary or fake?

Nico glanced at the blonde eyelashes that were clad together with tears.

What happens inside that gorgeous head of yours, Solace?

“I love you William Andrew Solace. I choose you. You’re my significant other, significant annoyance- whatever you want to call it. And if I ever disappear, you’re sure as hell coming with me.”

Will wrapped his arms tightly and unexpectedly around Nico’s waist- causing Nico to be pushed onto his back while Will snuggled into his abdomen. Nico could feel his t-shirt stick to him due to the tears from Will’s face.

“I love you soooo much,” Will murmured into Nico’s stomach. Nico could feel his breathing hitch at the words. Nico kissed Will- light and innocent. That's what the kiss meant. He could taste the salty tears on Will’s lips and the bitter aftertaste of the vodka on his tongue. The kiss was quick, chaste and it may have not satisfied Will’s desire but it made him feel safe.

And to both of them, that’s all that mattered.

Will awoke the next morning with several life regrets but none as strong as the stupid amount of alcohol he had decided to consume the previous day or night. He could barely remember anything- let alone figure out where in the name of Zeus he was. The cabin seemed dreary but at the same time it was beautiful. It was dark and light and terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.

Wait. What Cabin was this? Whose Cabin was this? He didn’t think there was any Cabin that was so roomy with such a lack of accommodation. He almost felt like he was in a Cabin for a child of the Big Three- He remembered the one time he had taken a glimpse of the Poseidon Cabin and he remembered it to be huge- something he deeply envied Percy for.

It was only until Will noticed the black clad figure kneeling beside him that he realised where exactly he was. Beautifully tousled hair, gorgeous lips and eyes that one could get lost in forever- he only knew one person with features so defining. The question was, what on earth was he doing in Cabin 13?

Cabin 13- His boyfriend's cabin. Immediately, Will scrambled upwards. He looked Nico straight in the eye and tried to recall to what extent he embarrassed himself as a drunken idiot last night.

“How bad was it?”

“Shall I sugar coat it or give it to you straight?”

Will managed to squeak out, “Give it to me straight.”

“You tried to get into my pants and talked about how hot you thought I was.” Nico shrugged nonchalantly.

Will blanched and he immediately wished that had asked for the sugar coated version. He heard Nico laughing and he could feel his nerves both calm down and panic at the same time. Nico’s laugh was calming and beautiful and warm and made him feel all fuzzy like he was under a fluffy blanket. But he worried for what reason Nico was laughing.

“Calm down sunshine. I was joking- you should have known that I wouldn’t have been able to give it to you straight. You just asked dumb questions and cried a bit.”

“I cried?”

“It’s not a big deal.” Nico batted his hand. Will collapsed back onto the bed with an ‘ow’ and groaned something unintelligible about it being ‘too early in the morning for this’.

“It’s actually 1 in the afternoon but to each their own I guess.”

Will wanted to shout WHAT but he did not want to rack his head with an already painful headache so he instead settled for dropping his jaw.

“Close your mouth sunshine unless you plan on using it,” Nico mumbled. Will felt his jaw drop further before he snapped it back and swore internally. He made a mental note to never have a hangover near Nico because he would use it to his advantage.

“So why exactly did I cry yesterday?” Will asked as he sipped from the glass of water that had been placed at the bedside by, he could only assume, Nico. Will noticed that when asked that question, Nico tensed, his hands digging slightly into his jeans.

The corner of Will’s lips tilted upwards. “ What did you say?”

“What makes you think I said anything? Drunk you is a crybaby and you know it,” Nico huffed defensively, refusing to meet Will's eye.

“Yeah but you’re acting guilty.”

“What if I killed some boring skeleton zombie this morning and I’m only now mourning their already dead body?”

“Spare me the dark and frankly dry humour,” Will deadpanned, excited to hear the cause of his outburst yesterday.

Nico mumbled something under his breath, all while looking away from Will.

“What?”

“I said,'' Nico took a deep breath. “That I didn't love you-”

“-What?”

“But it was a joke!”

Will could feel his stomach churning and he couldn't tell if it was from the hangover or the current situation. He managed to resist a gag. “How is that a joke?”

Will’s voice was so hoarse and weak, Nico thought that he was going to break into tears all over again and he knew that if that happened, he would end up with tears flooding his own face.

“It’s because, well, drunk you kept on asking Do you love me and of course I do but drunk you is just so heavy and you kept on asking and so I of course gave a sarcastic quip and you just burst into tears and..”

Will stared at Nico and for a second, Nico was terrified that he had really blown it.He watched as his boyfriend buried his face into his hands and began shaking. His back was shivering and Nico could hear little whimpers.

“Fuck.” Nico had subconsciously let the profanity pass through his lips.

Will, suddenly, threw his head back and his laugh echoed around the empty Cabin 13. Nico felt stuned. Was he laughing in rage? Should he run?

“Will. I am so so sorry. I swear, it was a joke. I love you, I chose you William Andrew Solace. I’ll do it again and again.”

“You,” Will wheezed. “ Idiot! Did you really get so worked up over drunk me being dramatic? I was being hyperbolic!”

Nico tilted his head ever so slightly but his ravenous locks still fell over his eyes however he didn’t seem to mind as he made no effort to move it from his sight.

“So… you aren’t mad?”

“I mean I won’t reject any special treatment if you were thinking of offering as a way of showing your sorrow,” Will teased.

“Shut it.” Nico pouted. “ Do I not get a dramatic love confession? I gave you two.”

Will raised his eyebrow and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. “ If I can count correctly, and I can, I only recall one dramatic love confession.”

“You were too drunk to remember the first one.”

Will let out a groan before softly smiling.”I love you. I choose you, Nicolo Di Angelo.”

“Don’t call me Nicolo!”

[delightfulfics]

Opening Up (Sherlock x Reader)

Anon Request: “Ticklish!sister that does not know how to act around sherlock because he is known for being “cold” and “distant” and does not know how to show his feelings. Reader wants his attention and affection but they are nervous because they do not want to bother him or distract him from his work.”

You had just recently found out that Sherlock Holmes (yes, the oh so famous detective) and Mycroft Holmes were your brothers. You probably would have never found out but that changed when you were taken in by him from the streets where you grew up. Sherlock decided to take you in because he knew that Mycroft, even though he was very appreciated that you were brought in and would do anything for you, would not like anyone (besides himself) in his house. So, here you were. In 221B Baker Street. Let’s just say it was a huge environment change.

For example, this morning. You jolted up from your bed as a gunshot echoed throughout the flat. Groaning, you turned your head to glance at the digital clock that sat on your bedside table. 9:30 AM. Now this has occurred before, many times. You would think that anyone would get used to it. But, no. No one would get used to being awoken by gunshots and shouting.

It took you a while to decide but you had finally gotten up and headed towards the living space. You entered the doorway and found Sherlock pacing and his acquaintance, John Watson, sitting in his chair, looking to be very absorbed in a piece of paper that was placed on the table in front of him.

“Is everything al-”

“Everything is pleasant. Now, Watson, I am quite positive the man has gone crazy.”

“Sherlock, that is no way to speak about a client.”

“You are right. The man has seemed to lost his mind entirely.” Sherlock stated. Your eyes widen as they came upon the gun, that had woken you, in his hand. Raising the gun, he pointed the gun towards the front wall near the door and pulled the trigger causing a loud bang to echo throughout the room.

“Sherlock Holmes! Put the bloody gun down and sit on your arse!” John yelled.

The Detective sighed, “fine,” and decided to see on his “arse”.

John rolled his eyes and turned to you. “I apologize, my dear. Your dear brother has no manners. Would you like something to eat? Or to drink?”

“No but, thank you for the offer.”

“You are lying.”

Pausing, you flinched at the sudden interruption from your brother.

“Excuse m-“

“You are obviously hungry and/or maybe dehydrated.”

“How would you hav-”

“It is very obvious. The way your eyes shifted when you answered to Watson. You should really consider getting rid of that habit.”

“Sherlock. Leave your sister alone,” he said as he gave you a glass of water and a ginger snap that Mrs. Hudson had made a couple of days ago. You loved that snappy old lady. She was the only one with some common sense around the flat. “He can be a pain in the arse sometimes.”

“That is quite the observation, dear Watson.” he stated and made his way towards Watson’s chair. Walking right past it he snatched up the ginger snap that John was about to consume and turned right back around to once again pace the small living space. “You seem quiet sister? What seems to be the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“You are lying once again.”

“Sherlock-”

“Watson, you see what is going on?”

“No, I do not,” John said.

“Of course you don’t,” he whispered making John glare at the Detective. “It is quite obvious what is taking place. You see, Y/N is scared.”

“Excuse me? I am not scared,” you said in defense.

“You are. You are scared of me. Scared of who I could be,” you froze in response. What in the bloody hell were you supposed to say to that? “I get it. But, I can be quite caring. Right, John?”

“Surprising, he is correct.”

“I-” you paused. He was right. You did not know him. You have heard terrifying things about him and when you had found out that you were to be taken in by him you did not know how to feel. Outside Sherlock was described as “cold” and “very distant”. You could not imagine living with someone like that.

“They are lying as well. Half of the things they say are absolutely outrageous. I mean they thought I would wear that stupid hat!” you smiled slightly at that comment. Sherlock smiled widely at seeing you smile and looked at John which had the same goofy smile that Sherlock did. 

“You are right. I was scared. Of you. Of this,” opening your arms wide, gesturing to flat. “I had no family before you. I also did not want to bother you. You are a very impressive and serious detective-” John snickered, side-eying him he stood up straight and shut up. “I just did not want to be a bother or distract you from your work. I did not think I could handle this.”

“Y/N. You are a Holmes. You can handle anything,” John said.

“Well I would appreciate not being disturbed so-” Sherlock paused as he felt John death glaring him from across the room. “I mean- you do not have to worry about that.”

“Okay. Also that hat is absolutely preposterous,” you smiled widely.

“That is the first time I have seen you smile. It is quite pleasing to see.”

You blushed and faced away from your brother. You liked the attention but, you did not know how to respond.

“It absolutely is.”

“Stopppp...”

“But we are just complimenting you, dear sister.”

“I did not know you could be so kind, brother.”

Silence filled the room. “Excuse me?” You turned around. Eyes widen as your brother sat up and headed towards you. “Did you just insult me? After our very open conversation?”

“No-o of co-ursse n-ot,” you stuttered as you backed away from your older brother.

“You are lying. You have lied to me many times today. You know what I do to liars?”

You gulped. “Uh- no.”

Sherlock smiled. You backed up into a wall and turned your head to face away from him. Leaning close, he whispered teasingly, “I use everyone’s weakness, tickling.”

“Wh-” you had no reaction time as Sherlock dragged you (as gently as he could) to the floor, positioning himself where you were pinned to the floor, unable to move. “Sheerlockk....”

“Yes?”

“I am not-”

“You are not ticklish? I can tell you are from the way you are stuttering and giggling. Especially when I do this,” taking one of his hands he moved his fingers gradually in a teasing way and advanced slowly towards your sides.

“Stooopp!” you said, moving your body away his evil hand.

“I haven’t started yet. But, I will do so now,” and he did just that. Immediately squeezing up and down your sides. 

You screamed in laughter and threw your head back. Catching sight of John you decided you would say what any sane person would say, “JOHNNNN HELPP MEEE HE IS GONNAAA KILLL MEE!”

“Darling, you are acting like your brother. Being very dramatic. You will not die from laughter and Sherlock would never kill you. Well at least I-”

“SHUT UP!”

“That is not very kind sister. You don’t tell Doctor Watson to ‘shut up’ no matter how stupid it is he is saying.”

Watson rolled his eyes, “Alright, Sherlock. I think they have had enough,” Watson smiled as he saw you, cackling and squirming around under Sherlock with one of his hands slowly scratching inside your armpits and the other squeezing the middle of your stomach. Tears started to form in your eyes and your face looked as if it was about to turn a whole shade darker. He knew it was time to let you breathe.

“PLEASEEEE!”

Sighing, Sherlock removed his hands and stood up. He smiled softly as he could still hear you giggling. “Well that was enough playtime for one day. I must leave and speak to Mycroft. Wish me luck,” he said and walked out the door slamming it behind him.

“I swear that the door will be off it’s hinges if he keeps doing that,” John remarked. Glancing at you he walked towards you and stood by your figure that was on the floor. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I should be fine.”

“Good. I do not know what I would do if Sherlock killed you from tickling.”

“Yeah-h... thanks.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“Everything. I am thanking Sherlock too but, he isn’t here. I am glad I was able to open up because if I hadn’t then I would not have the opportunity to know you or Sherlock. I was wrong about both of you before and I deeply apologize.”

“No need to apologize. All that matters is that you have found your family,” you smiled. Family. You had family.

“Okay..”

“You want to meet Lestrade? I have to speak to him about some witnesses from an earlier crime scene.”

“Yeah of course.”

Getting up, you headed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You smiled and tears glistened in your eyes. Happy tears. You have found your family and you couldn’t have been anymore grateful than you were now.

[ateezmakemeweep]

you’re the one that i want (part 15)

word count: 5k

angst

(part 14) (series masterlist)

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“y/n, can you clean that table off?

you look over at your coworker perched up on the counter casually, dimply smile looking at you pleadingly and you have half the mind to whip him with the white rag you’re holding.

“oh? and what exactly are you too busy doing?”

“i have arthritis. my weary bones need a rest.”

you let out a small laugh as you roll your eyes, deciding to hit his leg playfully before making your way over to the tables. you hear the boy’s whines as you wipe down the table, giggling to yourself at the way he becomes more and more dramatic every day.

“do you want a cupcake for your hard work?”

you’d been working at the cafe for about a month now, you and your coworker san quickly becoming close friends. 

he had recognized you from school when you first walked in, turning his head to the side and asking if you were in the same lunch; you’d been so flustered you hadn’t noticed anyone or anything else that day, just the crippling anxiety and panic that took over you with seonghwa and his friend’s eyes on you.

“what?” you asked, fidgeting nervously at the way he looks at you. his eyes drop to your hands and he raises his arms defensively.

“not a creepy stalker, i just noticed you at lunch today. you were talking to...” he sees your face drop at who he’s about to mention and quickly changes tactics; it’d been obvious something was going on between you and his old group of friends, he just wasn’t sure what.

“i saw you talking to people. also never recognized you so i assumed you’re new.”

“oh, yeah. i am,” you say quietly, smiling politely and hoping he’ll drop the topic of lunch all together. “my name’s ___.”

“nice to meet you, i’m san,” he says with a happy, bright smile. he told you that his parents owned the cafe and were hesitant to hire another person but he’d convinced them to call you back.

“i get so fucking bored here so hopefully we can be friends,” he told you, jumping up on the counter and offering a cookie to you. you shake your head as a small, flustered laughs leaves you.

“i don’t think i should accept free food, yet.”

san raised an eyebrow at you, already getting a pretty good read on you if your pink cheeks and nervous demeanor wasn’t already a dead giveaway.

“something tells me you won’t ever take it.”

and he’d been absolutely correct. cause you look up from your spot at the table and shake your head at him, your eyes narrowed the way they always are when you deny him pushing free desserts on you.

“more for meee,” he sings happily and you giggle softly, wiping down the other two tables before making your way over to him.

you’d thought it was gonna be hard to open yourself up to someone because of how...well things had started here. but you and san’s friendship had almost been immediate, something about the boy making you feel so calm and at ease.

you could tell he’s loyal to a fault and really cares about people, if they way his parents are is any indication.

they’d welcomed you with open arms and tried to raise your pay within the first two weeks of you working there when they’d gotten the feeling things weren’t right at home; they had overheard a particular nasty phone call that made you so embarrassed you almost quit on the spot.

but you begged that they keep everything the same, that they just pretend like they didn’t hear anything and that you’d prefer to not talk about it; thankfully, they had reluctantly agreed.

“i think you had enough of a break,” you grumble, his eyebrow raising as he stuffs his face with a vanilla cupcake. he’d been sitting here ever since the after school rush died down three hours ago, leaving you both bored with not much to do.

“what do you recommend i do then, y/n?” he quips, your eyes falling to the frosting on his mouth and you smirk; you’re not gonna tell him so if his parents happen to pop in, he’ll be caught red handed.

“gee, i don’t know, maybe stop eating all the produce! or you could clean or-”

“or you could go get me some extra napkins from the back and i’ll refill them.”

your face brightens as you nod your head, detesting the tedious task of sticking napkins into the holder. you make your way into the back quickly before he changes his mind, looking around for the napkins before you hear the familiar sound of the door jingling open.

you peak your head through the glass of the swinging door and feel your eyes widen when you see wooyoung making his way over to the counter, san jumping down and immediately stiffening.

“so why were you talking to wooyoung and all of them that day?”

your head immediately snaps up to look at san when those words leave his mouth, biting down on your lip as a nervous pit settles in your stomach.

it’d been a week since your first day and you hadn’t talked to anyone from that group, including seonghwa; true to your agreement that day, neither of you had even looked at each other and the reminder made your heart sink more and more everyday.

it felt so wrong and bizarre to see him and hear him but not be able to talk to him. his voice and glimpses of him always filling your mind with memories that now just served as a way to make you even more sad. you walked around the halls and sat in class with your head down, the only time you talked or smiled being at lunch with san.

(it was also at those times you missed the way seonghwa’s eyes never left you, something horribly possessive in his chest at the sight of you smiling with san. he had to hold himself back the first day he saw you walk in the cafeteria with his old friend and saw you two sit together. ‘when had that happened?’ he constantly thought, ‘do they have classes together?’ as if he had any right to wonder such things).

san’s question quickly made you frown and shake your head, stuttering out an excuse that they were in your homeroom. he raised an eyebrow and knew there was more to it but didn’t push until he started noticing throughout the weeks seonghwa watching him; the boy hadn’t looked his way once since they’d stopped hanging out with them two years ago.

“look, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he had sweetly and quietly said at lunch one day. “but seonghwa is looking over here like he wants to kill me and he wouldn’t do that for no reason. so...did something...happen between you two, somehow?”

you bite down on your lip at san’s words, pinching your eyebrows together before you dare look over at seonghwa’s table. and sure enough, your gaze meets his and you immediately swallow nervously, his eyes piercing through yours and sending your heart into a chaotic fit.

his facial expression is blank but his eyes hold so much that it makes you snap your head away, feeling your stomach knot even more as you look back at san. the blonde can see the pain swirling in your eyes and it makes him frown, looking back over at seonghwa to see he’s looking down at the table in anger.

“how do you know that?” you asked san quietly. he cocks his head at your words in confusion and you swallow the lump in your throat making it a struggle to speak. “how do you know seonghwa wouldn’t do that no reason?”

and now it’s san’s turn to look uncomfortable, biting the inside of his cheek before licking at the corner of his mouth.

“we...used to be friends,” he says after a few seconds, “i used to be really close with all of them a few years ago.” you watch him look back at the table and you do the same, your eyebrow raising when you notice him and wooyoung make tense, short eye contact.

“none of us are really friends anymore, but i still...know how they are. and i know how seonghwa is. he usually doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything.”

you hear the slight anger in san’s tone and it makes you let out a shaky breath, would’ve never having believed those words if you didn’t experience it yourself. it takes you a few moments but you’re eventually able to meet san’s gaze without tears swarming in your eyes.

“something did happen,” you admit quietly, san’s face softening as he brings himself in closer to hear you out. “but...i’m not ready to talk about it yet, if that’s okay. i just...it just kinda happened and i don’t wanna-”

“y/n, it’s okay,” he says softly, his sweet smile and eyes calming your nerves itching to take over and destroy your day. “you don’t ever have to tell me if you don’t want to. i only asked because i knew something was up. but if you want to, i’ll be here to listen, okay?”

and that was the moment you knew san was gonna be one of your good friends. that he was understanding and patient and just what you needed at this point in your life.

but it was also when you knew talking about his ex-friendships was hard, never delving into the topic again about what happened between all five of them; but you think it had to be something kind of severe, given how tense and uncomfortable the usual happy boy had just become.

you can only stand there and watch, not sure if san would want you to split up the situation or feel embarrassed and flustered at the intrusion. you fiddle with the napkins and stuff on the shelves for a few seconds, watching carefully as wooyoung cocks his head to the side and frowns at the blonde.

you narrow your eyes when san starts shaking his head, his body more and more tense the longer they talk. and then when you see wooyoung raise his hand a few moments later, you feel hot anger course through you and automatically think he’s about to get hit.

so just as you go to charge through the door, san’s body relaxes and wooyoung’s hand never makes contact with his cheek; instead, he wipes at the frosting that was on san’s lip, his eyes following carefully and san’s hand clutching the edge of the counter roughly.

you and wooyoung’s eyes meet through the glass and he immediately pulls his hand away, your cheeks flushing before you burst through the door to make it seem like you weren’t just spying. san lets out a sharp exhale and you smile at him, eyes wary and guarded as you nod your head at wooyoung politely.

the look wooyoung throws at you causes you to drop your eyes nervously, quietly telling san you’ll refill the napkins for him. but he grabs your arm before you can pass him, pulling you into him and you can just feel wooyoung’s eyes burning into you.

“it’s okay, i said i’ll do it, y/n,” he says and despite the tension in the room, his voice is still so sweet and soft.

“o-okay,” you say quietly and san can immediately hear how different and timid your voice gets around another person being here; though it probably has something to do with how fucking awkward it is. “i just...didn’t know if i interrupted something or-”

“i was just leaving,” the dark haired boy says. you look at him and nod your head shortly despite the fact he didn’t get anything. san’s quiet “bye,” is such a foreign tone to your ears you can’t help but be curious about what the hell happened between all of them.

the blonde doesn’t let out a breath until wooyoung is out of the cafe, his body slumping as his hands continue to ground him on the edge of the counter. there’s a few moments of silence and you busy yourself by setting down the napkins awkwardly, taking a seat on the counter as you wait for him to speak.

but he never does and neither do you, his small smile aimed at you before he takes the napkins and refills them. you play with your hands and watch san move around slowly, looking out the window every so often before shaking his head.

you build up the courage to speak in the few minutes it takes him to refill the napkins, that nervous feeling pulling at your stomach before you quietly ask if he’s okay.

“i’m fine,” he says softly, sitting up on the counter across from you before he meets your concerned gaze. you see hurt and confusion and defeat swirling in his brown eyes and it makes a frown appear on your lips, his small “what?” making your heart tug even more.

“nothing,” you say quietly. because you don’t have to tell him he doesn’t look fine, he probably knows it. knows he looks just as bad as he feels and it’s got something to do with wooyoung.

he lets out a sigh and drops his gaze, looking at the tiles on the floor and trying to get the conversation replaying in his mind out.

“did something...bad happen with him? is that why...you’re all not friends anymore?”

you know the question is a risk and that you’re possibly overstepping but maybe he’d feel better if he talked about it. if he knew you were willing to listen and hear him out.

“i guess so, yeah,” he says after a few silent moments, looking up at you to see you watching him carefully. wide-eyed and patient and soft in a way that can even manage to comfort his hurting heart.

you raise your eyebrow and wait for him to continue, nodding your head encouragingly; but just like you, it’s all too much.

“but i’m not ready to talk about it either.”

you look down to hide your sad smile, the similarity in your words from just a few weeks ago making your heart pang. because he’s hurting too and you wouldn’t even know it, the way he’s always been so happy and smiley and playful.

“okay,” you say simply, quietly, with a soft smile. “but when you’re ready, i’ll listen too. if you want.” he smiles back at you with a nod, eyes softly roaming your face in a way that makes your smile grow.

he then jumps off the counter suddenly and lifts the glass container holding chocolate chip cookies. you sigh when he turns around with two, holding one out for you with eyes that are almost demanding you take it.

“san...” you chide warningly but the boy only narrows his eyes and puts it right in your hand.

“eat it. you’re fired if you don’t.”

you let out a giggle and take it with a huff, shaking your head at the boy before biting into the most delicious cookie you’ve ever had in your life.

a few days later, you were walking to lunch the way you always did. your head trained down and eyes on the dirty tiles, looking at the scratches and specks of dirt.

you usually took your time at your locker, preferring when the entrance and lunch line wasn’t swarming with students. you slip into the bathroom and linger at the hand drier before making your way to the cafeteria; it’s the same route you’d taken that first day, when seonghwa made it very clear you guys were gonna be different here.

"was everything a lie? did you lie to me the whole fucking summer? did you even love-"

"no."

your teary eyes widen and it really feels as if your heart breaks. you're looking at him with so pain and agony in your eyes, he finds himself needing to clarify.

"i didn't lie. but summer's over, y/n. you weren't supposed to come back to me here."

you shake your head as the events from last month plague your mind, still a bit in disbelief at the whole situation. that you had the summer you did with him and felt the things you did and he threw it away the second he saw you again. that you really haven’t spoken to one another and are acting like you didn’t say you ‘loved’ each other.

because if he actually loved you, it wouldn’t be so easy for him to-

“y/n.”

your head snaps up when you hear that familiar deep voice, seonghwa leant against the wall just a few feet away from you. you lick your lips nervously, part of you wanting to run back into the bathroom while another holds back angry tears.

he looks as handsome as he always does, dirty blonde hair slicked back and a sliver chain hanging from his neck. his expression is one you can’t really make out, jaw tight and head cocked to the side but his eyes curiously looking over you.

your footsteps are slow as you swallow the lump in your throat, looking at him warily in a way that makes him frown; but what does he expect, really? you had been excited to see him at one point.

“hi.”

he waits until you’re in front of him to look you over again, his eyebrow raising when he sees your hands folded into one another. you don’t like the way he’s looking at you, the way his gaze is softening or how your stupid fragile heart is reacting to it.

“what do you want?” you blurt out.

and despite your quiet tone, there’s a certain bite to it that has him poking his tongue into the side of his cheek, taking a step forward to look down at you; it makes his heart sink, hearing your voice so obviously uncomfortable in his presence.

“to see if you’re okay.”

“i’m fine,” you assure him with a tight smile, your racing heart desperate to get away from him. “now if you’ll excuse me-”

he grabs your arm gently when you try to pass him, your eyes closing when he utters your name softly. his skin is warm against yours and it sends shockwaves through you, ripping your arm away from him as you turn to look at him.

“no, seonghwa,” you say quietly, voice low and shaking but you have to say this. he has to know he can’t just do this, avoid you for a month and then try to talk to you again. make you feel so shitty and hurt and heartbroken but then try to be nice to you when the halls are completely vacant.

words die in his throat when he sees the look on your face, eyes wide and glossy as you shake your head at him.

he’s never felt as shitty as does right now, seeing the light you used to have in your eyes has dimmed. he just wants to reach out and pull you into him, mumble that you did absolutely nothing wrong and that you shouldn’t be sad over someone like him. that he feels guilty and sorry and has been wanting nothing more than to talk to you these past few weeks.

but he doesn’t get the chance because you back away from him when he moves forward, your eyes narrowing at him.

“why are you doing this?” you ask him quietly. “you made it very clear you didn’t want us having a relationship.”

he bites down on his lip as more guilt and frustration take over him, shaking his head as he keeps his eyes on you. the eye contact is so intense and overwhelming for both of you, something so familiar even after weeks of not speaking.

but, now, instead of love, it’s distrust. it’s anger and guilt and confusion and neither of you know what to do right now.

“i never said that, y/n,” he says softly, walking toward you and praying you won’t back away again. “i just...i was surprised to see you and didn’t know how to react. i thought you were gone and that we were-”

“well i was here and you didn’t care,” you say shakily, tears pricking your eyes as your stomach knots. “yo-you looked at me like you didn’t know me and never wanted to talk to me again.”

he looks like he wants to say something, dark eyes burning into you and breath catching in his throat like he’s gonna respond; but after a few seconds, the halls are still silent.

“i’m here, seonghwa. i’m here and you....you don’t care,” you say quietly, voice cracking as your throat becomes tight with emotion.

“that’s not true,” he finally hums lowly, his jaw clenching and eyes flaring; but while he’s getting anger, you’re getting more and more docile. accepting the fact a little bit more everyday that that was the case.

“especially when your friends are around,” you continue quietly. “you did the same thing over the summer. because you’re embarrassed and i don’t blame you but-”

“stop saying that,” he growls, taking your face in his hand suddenly.

you still and your eyes widen at the contact, his touch making your heart jump, both in surprise and longing; it’s been so long and you missed it so much but you know you can’t get used to it.

because if his friends came around the corner right now, you know he’d jump away from you.

you don’t say anything as you try to control your ragged breathing, hesitantly meeting his gaze and you regret it the second you see him. because they’re so dark and desperate, like he’s trying to prove to you that he’s telling the truth.

but yours are teary and sad and completely drained, dropping again when he starts talking.

“i told you i didn’t lie about anything so why are you thinking like that?”

“because what am i supposed to think?” you squeak out brokenly. “you said to call you after my first day and then the second you saw me here, it immediately changed everything.”

and then the words you heard in the cafeteria that day, the ones that have been bothering you since the moment they were said, ring in your head  - “the virgin!”

“and you obviously told them about me,” you say softly, your eyes looking up at him as you swallow the lump in your throat.

he watches as a small tear escapes your eye and can’t help but reach out to wipe it away; but you pull away and wipe it with the back of your hand. “you told them i was a virgin but made sure to clarify that i wasn’t your girlfriend.”

his face pales when you say those words and that’s when you really know it wasn’t just you. that there is obviously something very wrong and different about seonghwa in this environment, around this group of people where he feels the need to mask his true self; if that was his true self, you don’t really know anymore.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he says but you let out a humorless laugh and shake your head, backing away from him and wanting so badly to run away.

“then how did you mean it?” you ask, feeling the lump in your throat grow bigger as more tears burn the back of your eyes. how are you supposed to believe that? how else would he have meant it? why would he even tell them that in the first place?

your eyes snap back up to his his and he takes your face in his hand again, a frown on his lips as he wipes at the wetness on your cheek.

you don’t even have the strength to move away again, just continue to look at him as you desperately wait for an answer. “why would you tell them that?” you ask quietly when he doesn’t say anything, just continues to hold your face and look into your eyes.

“it just...slipped out, i wasn’t giving them details,” he explains lowly, his voice serious and urgent to explain himself to you. “they noticed we were texting a lot and started fucking with me so i told them-“

“i was the clingy virgin who gave it up to you?”

“god damn it, y/n, no!” he growls and you can hear the frustration in his voice but you can’t quite find it in you to care. “it wasn’t like that.”

“obviously it was,” you say, the defeat and hurt in your voice making it clear you just wanna get far away from him and this conversation. “so let’s just go back to what we’ve been doing and forget it.”

he lets out a huff and tightens his hold on your face, pulling you in closer to him and you let out a shaky exhale when his familiar scent surrounds you.

it’s too much. everything about this is too much.

his hands on you and his voice in your ear and his smell around you. the way he’s telling you the things you wanna hear in hopes that it will maybe make your broken heart not so broken. the way he’s trying to talk to you like he’s the same person who once swore to keep you safe from anyone that’d hurt you.

no,” he mumbles lowly in your ear. “baby, please. i just need you to listen and-“

but you push him away and take three steps back when you hear him call you that, shaking your head as you sniffle and wipe at your cheeks.

he doesn’t get to call you that anymore and remind you of the way things used to be. because your body doesn’t know the difference and your stomach is still fluttering and you shouldn’t feel so fucking hopeful.

“i’m leaving,” you tell him, trying to keep a brave face so you can completely crumble in private. “and please don’t call me that.”

you see his mouth open to say something again when a deep voice calls him, turning around to see wooyoung barreling toward you two. he looks between you and seonghwa with a confused expression, eyebrow raised as his eyes roam back and forth curiously.

you’re not even surprised to see seonghwa’s mouth close shut as he drops his gaze, grunting out “nothing,” when the boy asks him what the hell was taking him so long.

san was up from his seat before you even sat down, seeing you walk through the cafeteria doors with tears in your eyes. he sprang up the second he saw you and guided you outside gently, finding a bench farthest away from the door to talk to you.

“why are you crying?” he asked, “what happened?”

“i hate him,” you whimpered out and san’s soft eyes widen in confusion. you sound so sad and broken and he didn’t think it was possible for you to hate anyone. “i...why did he do this? he said he loved me and lied right to my face and-”

“who?” he asked gently, placing his hand on your back to rub comfortingly.

a tiny whimper leaves your mouth and he shushes you, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder to muffle your cries; he wouldn’t have even known you were crying if he didn’t feel your tears on his shirt.

and when you’re finally able to catch your breath, you tell him everything.

about your summer with seonghwa and how everything started. how he taught you to surf and took you on a dates and helped you when you were sick. how day by day you both seemed to have fallen in love and spent every day together.

it hurt rehashing the memories but your heart soared thinking back to those times, when you were somehow so confident in your relationship and hung onto every word he said.

“but then he saw me on the first day and it was like he saw a ghost,” you tell him quietly, sniffling as you explain the rest to him. “it was obvious he didn’t want me talking to him and i...i don’t know if it’s because of his friends or if it’s because he didn’t like me this whole time but i...” the words get caught in your throat and you can only hide your face in your hands, surprised it took you this long to break down in front of your new friend.

san never stops rubbing your back or listening to you, not ever pushing you to finish your sentence or explain anything more to him.

“i’m just really hurt,” you finally say. “i lo...i love him and i thought he really loved me.”

“he probably did,” san says. you sniffle and wipe your face as you look at the soft, small smile on his face.

and while you know san is extremely empathetic, the pain and emotion behind his eyes is something that immediately throws you off. “he probably does still. i know seonghwa and he’s never one to open up the people. ever. but it seems like he did with you.”

“i thought so, too,” you say sadly, your eyes twinging with confusion. “but then why is he...acting like this? why is he so fine with not talking to me?”

san presses his lips together when he feels his heart pang with hurt, smiling sadly at you before he shrugs his shoulder. “because he probably cares too much about what people would think,” he says, his voice holding a certain kind of sadness and seriousness. “about what his friends or other people would say and how it’d make him look.”

you bite down on your lip as you process his words, nodding your head because that all makes sense, you guess. he didn’t wanna be the cool boy who came back to school with a girlfriend who was supposed to live miles away. who he was only gonna be able to talk on the phone with or facetime until it was summer again and he-

“that’s kind of why i’m not friends with them anymore.”

you look over at san’s quiet confession, your eyebrow raising as you press your lips together. and something in your face must make san feel at ease because then he starts talking.

shares that a few summers ago, after he found out seonghwa also started selling drugs around here, he’d immediately showed his dislike. tried to talk him out of it and get him to stop but the boys had somewhat revolted. told him that no one was getting hurt and that they were careful so what was the big deal?

and then that sent them on a downward spiral of using and dating and falling into all sorts of bad habits san didn’t wanna get himself in at such a young age. he couldn’t do that to himself or his parents so he distanced himself away from them until they called him out.

told him that if he was gonna be a pussy, they didn’t want anything to do with him.

“but then me and wooyoung started talking again. we’d been best friends since elementary school and losing him had been hardest on me, honestly.” you nod your head with a small frown on your face, watching and listening intently.

(so intently, you both miss the way two pairs of eyes have been watching you talk from the window. your small frowns and broken demeanor secretly making both of them feel like absolute shit).

“are you guys still close?” you ask him gently. “i...since he came in the other day, i figured you were. but things had seemed...tense, so...” san lets out a quiet sigh, shrugging his shoulders before meeting your gaze.

he doesn’t go too much into what exactly happened between him and wooyoung, just said, similar to you and seonghwa, they’d gotten close one summer and spent every day together since the rest of them were away on vacation.

the look in his eye didn’t make it hard to miss just what happened between them. what kind of change went on in their relationship that completed shifted the dynamic; but once seonghwa and them returned, it ended as quickly as it started.

san tells you how wooyoung won’t talk to him unless he’s alone, that he won’t even look his way or acknowledge him around his friends; and that, at first, he thought the same things you did. that he didn’t actually value their relationship or was embarrassed of him.

but he saw overtime that he did care for him.

he saw it in the way he looked at him when no one was around and how he still remembered every single little detail about him. how he kept all of their stupid little gifts and presents from one another and never seemed to forget anything about that summer together.

“i think they’re just scared for people to see them so different,” san tells you. “and that doesn’t make it right, we deserve to be angry and upset with them. but we also shouldn’t think it has anything to do with us.”

you let out a sigh, your head pounding from this conversation and the emotional toll reliving those two months has on you. you knew you and san were gonna be good friends but you didn’t know you’d be able to relate to each other so much, find solace in the fact that maybe the problem isn’t both of you but other people.

“boys suck.”

san lets out a cute giggle, his dimples poking out of his face and immediately bringing a smile to your face; he’s the type of person who has a contagious happiness, needing to smile or laugh when you’re in the presence of him doing it.

and you really need that right now as you both walk into the cafeteria, both of you sighing in relief when you notice their table is empty. you’re able to spend the rest of the lunch eating and giggling softly together, steering clear of any more talk about stupid bad boys or summer vacations.

(part 16)

[tuff-and-fluff-archives]

Omg I need to tell y'all about this thought I had that has been KILLING MEEE OK SO. You know when people leave their glasses on their head so long they forget they're up there and start looking around for their glasses OK WELL I like thinking that Ralph would have me riding up on his shoulders more often than not (its easier than walking alongside him and trying to keep up with him) and one time, somehow he forgets I'm up there and thinks that he lost me and he actually starts getting REALLY worked up about it and starts trying to find me

So just PLEASE imagine him going up to various other characters in the game station and being on the verge of tears as he asks if they've seen his girlfriend and he starts describing me to them, meanwhile I'm STILL sitting on his shoulders and I'm just like 🤫🤫🤫🤫 at them cuz this is the funniest thing that's happened all MONTH and I wanna see how long it takes him to figure it out on his own

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WAHHHH YOUR TAGS GEN 🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU!!!! 💚💚💚 storing the nice words about my writing in a little glass jar that catches the light just right ✨ and it's very important to ME that cas knows what a mess dean is without him so yesss I'm glad you like that too!!!!! HAPPY CELEBRATION WEEKEND!!!

MEL!!!! YOUR TATTOO FIC KILLED MEEE it was SUCH a blessing to wake up to it and i have MORE thoughts that i will add later when i rb again (since this is a boosting event!) But god yes Cas deserves to know how important he is to the people he loves and you did it SO BEAUTIFULLY with dean's tattoo and the callback to the widower arc, it was amazing THANK YOU for gracing us with such a great fic 💕💕💕💕💕

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W O O Y O U N G ⇛ mafia au

WHEN A PANE OF GLASS KEEPS YOU TWO APART

a/n: sorry the updates are taking long guys. forgive meee.

• he’s running his fingertips over the swollen parts of his lip while he watches you.

• waits in line like a Good Samaritan.

• thinking about how lucky he is for having landed a gorgeous woman like you to do his dirty work.

• how much leisure can a man like him have?

• from getting the money he wants—

• albeit dirty and classless,

• but the fortune and the power

• a hard working criminal like him deserves it.

• but he’s hungry for something else.

• and he’s next in line.

• “Mr. Jung! It’s good to see you again.”

• he smirks under your beaming gaze. “Right back at you, y/n.”

• you blush under the eyes of a handsome business man. “I-I have your account withholdings ready for you. If you’d like the report, of course.”

• he leans forward towards the glass hoping one day his boss would give him the thumbs up to blowing this place to shreds just for you

• “If you will, ms. y/n. I’d really appreciate it.”

• he’s staring unknowingly at how your lips move.

• how firm your smile makes him.

• he visibly swallows when you bend down, cleavage for show.

• his eyes darken and he says something else. “You’re looking extremely well these days, y/n. Glowing if I do say so myself.”

• you blush clumsily bumping into everything on your desk while you slide his checkbook into his side of the glass. “W-why thank you, Mr. Jung. Just happier is all.”

• “And why’s that?”

• he thinks you’re the best woman alive.

• the only woman he’d ever want.

• how you’d fit right in his passenger seat when things work out for the better.

• “Because you’re always here to make the glass in front of me seem like it doesn’t exist.” you joke.

• you think he’s gorgeous.

• way too high of a standard for you.

• you make the bare minimum everyday and you’ve seen the money in his account.

• he’s just too sweet of a man, too rich.

• and really good at making you weak at the knees even if you two were always split by a pane of glass.

• “I hope the numbers keep you satisfied, Mr. Jung.”

• he licks at his teeth watching you look at his bare chest through the unbuttoned shit he wore.

• he’d gladly take it off as soon as you ask.

• “Always, Ms. y/n. You always do.”

• you watch him walk away,

• another man way out of your league before you’re calling the next man on your account lists.

• next.

• “How come San gets approved, hm?” Wooyoung slams his hand down on Seonghwa’s desk while Hongjoong’s away on leader duties. “Whenever I ask, I get put aside for menial differences. He gets to fuck around when I’m already working for you people!”

• Seonghwa scoffs at the way Wooyoung persists.

• not knowing why he’s so hot and bothered by a plain accountant like you.

• “San’s girlfriend was willing. Will yours?”

• he thinks it’s a game he’s willing to play.

• he thinks Seonghwa and the rest of them just have it in for him.

• that the hard work he does only gets paid in certain dues—

• no.

• no he wants more.

• he’s greedy for more.

• he cocks his machine gun and watches Yunho kill his cigarette from where he leans against his car.

• “You know, hyung is gonna kill the both of us for this.” Yunho chuckles with a faint shake of the head. “How much you’re willing to risk just to break that glass.. what makes you think she’ll be willing to have you?”

• it’s not whether you’re willing.

• it’s that Wooyoung gets what he wants.

• unlike San,

• he has to fight for those things.

• and believe me, he will.

• “Jongho.” he pierces at his in ear. “Blow this place up.”

• Yunho’s chuckling again hoping you were more than just an accountant like Wooyoung says you are.

• had no doubt, you handle his money too.

• but he knows not every woman would be willing to get dragged into a life like this.

• at least not dragged into a life with Wooyoung.

• not when Wooyoung does everybody’s dirty work.

• hostages are held at gunpoint while Woo scavenges for cash,

• easy money.

• he’s used this technique every time.

• to get the girl however?

• this was a bet he may not be able to afford.

• you’re shaking at your knees under your desk knowing at some point a bank like yours would get compromised.

• but with you in it?

• what were the chances?

• not as slim as you think when you see Wooyoung holding his hand out, chewing gum in his mouth while cocking at you.

• “Hey y/n.”

• you choke on your saliva. “M-mr. Jung?”

• you take the chance to study his apparel.

• how he’s covered in ammunition and war tools.

• “Y-you,” a tear slips off your cheek and you’re stumbling back. “You’re in the mafia?”

• he smirks at you kneeling down. “And you’ve been handling our money, baby. Surprise.”

• you’ve only ever seen him behind the glass.

• his outlaw masked by his beauty that had once been untouchable

• now...

• now you were terrified.

• “Please.” you beg hand cradling your shaky mouth. “Please don’t kill me..”

• he licks his teeth again feeling an unruly sense of power when he sees you tremble in fear. “I’d never kill you.”

• your eyes change and you know he’s the same man you meet every friday.

• the same man who compliments at least one thing about you.

• and how long he’s spending with you right now instead of compromising the entire bank answering the blank lines in your head.

• “Did you do all this to get me?”

• his eyes wash in a tender glare when he hears your voice soften,

• the thoughts in your head resound when you speak different words.

• heart beating too fast when you look at him like that—

• like he’s out of your league.

• “Frankly, I’m tired of sharing the only person willing to do my dirty work for me. So partly yes. Yes I’m doing this to get you.”

• you huff. “You’re insane, you know that?”

• he perks up at that. “You know, my work isn’t easy either. I kill people, steal money, double deal on the daily. The work you do isn’t half the amount of work I do.”

• you don’t notice how you’re up against the wall, his gun threatening at the hip of your thigh. “The work you do should never be rewarded. What you do is past the bare minimum, Jung Wooyoung.

• “Then have you been rewarding me every Friday, y/n? Call it what you will but I think that’s more than bare minimum even in your circumstances.”

• you glance down at his moving lips. “Your dirty work. I’ve been doing YOURS for the past five years.”

• his breath hitches and he forgets for a split second that he’s holding a gun.

• almost drops it when his lips brush against yours.

• wanting you to do the work for him by leaning in just a little more.

• “So how about I reward you for all the work you’ve done for me, hm?” he hushes you softly carving you into him.

• one thing Yunho didn’t know about you..

• the dirty work that you do is strictly ALL for this man.

• and you’re more than willing to let him pay you back the compensation,

• the bare minimum not able to add up.

• “You’ve broken the glass, Wooyoung.” you whisper hand on his vibrating chest. “Now how are you gonna get me out?”

• from the real world and into his?

• that’s what his passenger seat’s for.

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