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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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hey! i saw you are taking request for jujutsu kaisen maybe can i request itadori with his fem! s/o cuddling and kissing? just itadori being happy to have a s/o

hi anon!!! thank you so much for requesting this i loved writing it sm omg. i really hope you enjoy!!

━━ at the sight of your boyfriend, a lover and a friend in one, you exhale a sigh of relief, shoulders lightly slumping. when he picks you apart from the crowd, he beams, and with a sudden burst of energy, he rushes over to where you stand. with open arms, you greet him. easily, you fit in his arms, throwing your own around his neck as he generously picks you up off the ground. his grip tightens around your waist as he rocks the two of you side to side, a happy sigh leaving his lips as he sets you down.

“you’re okay,” you point out, and he nods, brushing away at a strand of your hair.

“course i am,” he replies, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your lips. you meet him halfway, reveling in the spark that flies straight down your spine and in the way your heart sinks into your stomach. months with him and the feeling still erupts like flames in your chest as soon as he presses his lips to yours. he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, exaggerating the kiss by making a loud smooch noise when he pulls back. “missed you, pretty girl,” he admits to you, and you hold back a giggle.

instead, you punch at his arm lightly, attempting to scowl at him. “you scared me, yuuji,” you tell him, and he offers a pout. “you’re never late.”

he sympathizes with you, offering another simple kiss to your lips. against your mouth, he replies, “i’m sorry.” and he means it, clearly, so you shift your pout into an easy smile, nodding gently.

“wanna go get something to eat?” you offer. “or are you too tired and just wanna go home?”

he sighs, deflating slightly as he wonders, “would you hate me if i asked to go for takeout?” it elicits a small laugh from you, and you shake your head, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours while you lead the way.

you make it home just as the sun sets, inviting yuuji in. the both of you follow a familiar pace of routine as you travel through your home, slipping off your shoes by the front door, before each taking a turn to wash your hands and slip off any extra layers of clothing. while you offer him your shower, and he gratefully accepts, you order your usual with him, making note to the receiver on the other end of the line of yuuji’s extra specific wants.

he walks out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him, just as you slip on a hoodie over some shorts. although you loved adventurous and spontaneous dates with your boyfriend, his attitude and personality making everything a thousand times more exciting than it already was, you adored days like this even more. where it was just you, him, and the four walls surrounding you.

he grins at you cheekily, shirtless with a towel wrapped at around his waist. you roll your eyes at the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and toss him his pair of sweatpants, somehow always conveniently being misplaced in your bedroom. although it’s nothing particularly foreign to your eyes, you look away, giving him small privacy as he slips them on. when you turn back around, he’s already nearing you with the same cheeky smile on his lips.

“sorry i didn’t have any underwear to spare,” you say, but you’re not entirely apologetic.

he scoffs, retorting, “you coulda given me one of your lace ones. i know the pastel pink ones would look so good on me.”

you roll your eyes again, but there’s a hint of a smile on your lips. “hm,” you reply, “to match your hair.” he scrunches up his noise in response to you reaching up and ruffling up his hair, but he doesn’t reject or push you away. if anything, he leans into your touch.

it’s an hour later you find yourself on the couch outside, take out balanced in one hand, chopsticks in the other. you eat your food with yuuji in relative silence, a random show playing on your tv screen as you occasionally offer him some of your food, while he feeds you some of his. it’s intimate in its own way, the way he smiles softly at you while placing his chopsticks between your lips, or the way he reaches over the lick a stripe of discarded sauce near your mouth, or the way you squeal and slap at his upper arm in response, unable to mask the giggling that erupts from your chest. it’s moments like these that only work at deepening your love for yuuji.

with your bellies full and your hearts sated, you lay in bed with him, his arms curled tight around your waist, pushing your body flush against his. if you lean back slightly, you can manage to admire his features up close, a privilege you always take advantage of at any given moment.

“you’re so pretty,” you hear him say. he sounds only somewhat sleepy, a little drowsy, but the apparent tiredness in his eyes doesn’t stop him from leaning forward and pressing a single kiss against your lips. “my gorgeous girl,” he continues, and presses his lips harsher against yours, this time eliciting a gasp from you. the kiss is only messy and lazy because the two of you lack the proper energy to initiate anything stronger, but it still fills you to the brim with ecstasy, much like a drug.

quickly, you’re flipped over, and you settle on his lap. he’s balanced up slightly, leaning his back against the headboard, placing his hands upon your revealed thighs. he caresses the skin softly, kneading lightly to urge you to lean forward and kiss him again. you oblige, and capture his lips once more, your mind going fuzzy with the way his fingers seem to be endlessly ghosting on your skin, up to where the ends of your hoodie rests on your hips. his hands settle there, tightly gripping onto the hem of it. he deepens the kiss only momentarily, letting his tongue slip past your open mouth, before he pulls back, fixing you with a confused glance.

“i knew this material felt familiar,” he announces, his gaze falling onto the hoodie you wear. “this is mine!”

you humor him and hum, taking his chin in your hand and refocusing his attention back on you. he’s distracted now, though, and you know it’ll be almost impossible to get him back into the mood he’d created for the both of you. “it’s mine now,” you say.

he huffs, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest as a pout settles on his lips. god, he looks so fucking cute.

“what?” you tease. “don’t like me in it?”

“no!” he relents, eyes widening slightly. “but this is like the fifth one, baby.” he’s whining now, but you only laugh.

you shrug. “so,” you respond, a playful grin on your face as you stare down at him. “buy another one.”

“you’ll just steal that too,” he points out, and you laugh again, shuffling lower down his body and laying on top of him, resting your palms flat on his chest with your chin balanced on top of your hands.

he looks down at you slightly, taking in the image of you as you say, “tough luck, handsome.”

instead of persevering in his argument, a sly smile plays on his lips, and he sits up, taking you up with him. mouth hovering over yours, he wonders, “handsome huh?”

“yuuji wha—“ a squeal rips from your throat as you’re suddenly flipped over again, yuuji holding himself up above you with one hand placed by your head, the other on your waist — underneath your hoodie. any protest you have is swallowed by his lips on yours again. he’s not an ounce of rough, however, and only kisses you as gently as he first did. you pull back, settling your hands on his cheeks as you stare into his eyes. “my handsome boy,” you confess to him, your compliment eerily similar to his, and he beams leaning down to place his lips on yours once more.

and you realize just how content you are with spending eternity like this.

end note; and the simp list grows rip </3. i actually loved this and i love yuuji sm and i hope everybody else enjoyed hehe. all your jjk requests (and the haikyuu requests as well) are being worked on i promise i’m not ignoring anyone!!! luv u all <333

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader

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melodiesofblueroses · 4 years ago

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Hey, i saw your requests were open so :D

I would like some fluff with Lucifer, Levi, Beel, and Satan

With a flirty s/o that when they flirts back she is shutter mess and just "s/o.exe stopped working"

(and I'm so sorry about my english, it's not my first language and I still learning)

This was such a cute request omg I love it sm. I can feel myself getting flustered just thinking about it! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy it! Btw, your English is pretty good so don’t worry about it :)

»»————-　♡　————-««

✦ Lucifer

Lucifer certainly thought that you were a peculiar exchange student when you began flirting with him

i mean, here stood one of the most powerful and feared demons of the Devildom. hell, even his brothers feared him, and they were some of the most powerful too

you seemed so fearless and flirted with him so easily that Lucifer honestly couldn’t help but admire it

he’d usually roll his eyes or give a tiny smirk whenever you tried a pickup line on him or tried to flirt

(i could totally see him telling you which were good pickup lines and which ones needed more work)

he’s lived with his brother’s shenanigans for thousands, if not, millions of years by now

Lucifer can put up with a human’s flirtatious nature for a year by now

one day, however, Lucifer decided to flirt back just for the sake of it. you were always flirting with him, so why not try it back?

well, for someone so bold, Lucifer certainly wasn’t expecting you to become a nervous mess

you were immediately taken aback. Lucifer was so cold and stoic, you couldn’t imagine him even flirt back

and the fact that his voice just sounded so...hot? gosh, you could feel your heart begin to beat rapidly. was he always this attractive??

you could feel your face getting warmer by the second, your mind went blank, and any words you attempted to say either got stuck in your throat or ended up as an incoherent mess

y/n.exe has stopped working

to Lucifer, it was a bit, well, cute and satisfying. seeing you get all flustered over him was such a good feeling and boasted his already high ego

he uses this new information to his advantage, always flirting back whenever you did and smirking triumphantly afterwards

your shy and nervous reaction never got old. it was just too cute

»»————-　♡　————-««

✰ Leviathan

when Levi heard that they were expecting a human exchange student, he was expecting you to be somewhat troublesome

but not this troublesome

your compliments, teasing, and flirts would’ve damn near killed him the first time he heard them, although he never would get used to them despite having to live with him for a year

he never could hide the massive red blush or his shock whenever you tried to flirt with him

he didn’t think that he was the most attractive demon necessarily or even an interesting one

so why were you even flirting with him? even if it was just who you were, Levi would overanalyze every little move

but he did like the attention, so naturally, he would get jealous if you were to flirt with anyone else

it felt nice when he was the only one that received such attention from you

even if he had no idea how to flirt back or if he would even be able to, Levi would want to respond to your attempts

and when he finally gathered the courage to do so one day, he was a bit shocked yet smug at your reaction

you were exactly like him after all! it certainly did make him feel a bit better about himself, though it also flustered him at the same time

just how could a human look so cute??

your flustered face would become an immortalized memory for him, one that he was quite fond of

even after knowing how you’d react to such responses, Levi wouldn’t really respond on most days since he wouldn’t know how to until a few hours later (he always went blank immediately after you attempted to flirt with him)

on the off chance that he would flirt back, however, Levi would get a little ego boost and just enjoy the moment

guess you weren’t such a strong human after all

»»————-　♡　————-««

✣ Satan

at first, Satan is taken aback from your flirtatious nature, but that’s only because it’s been quite a while since someone approached him in such a way

it amuses him, so he flirts back from the get go, which made him learn of the fact that you easily get embarrassed if someone does it back

it became even more amusing for him

Satan just found it so fascinating that a human who so easily threw out compliments and flirts couldn’t handle someone else flirting back

he already found you to be cute since you were a small human amongst many demons, but this just added to your cuteness

Satan couldn’t help but tease you for it

get prepared to endure teasing for the next year

every time you attempted to flirt with him, Satan would always have a comeback, and a lovely one at that

seriously, how were they even better than your attempts

being at the receiving end of flirty comments was so much more different. i mean, Satan was just so well-spoken and attractive that you couldn’t help but blank out when he responded back

was this demon that you were crushing on really responding to your attempts? this surely wasn’t a dream, right?

he’d probably even start the flirting at times, which would only leave you both speechless and flustered which was exactly what Satan was aiming for

“hey y/n. would you care to hear my latest pickup line? i think it could be improved but i’d like a second opinion.”

cue the stutters and rosy cheeks which Satan grew to love oh so much

he’d always chuckle at your reaction which would only annoy you even more

gosh, he was such a tease

»»————-　♡　————-««

✯ Beelzebub

he would probably be kinda confused at first or just brush it off

you were human after all, so of course Beel wouldn’t really know of any human customs (at least he assumed it was one)

however, i do think that he’d find it a bit fun

(he loved all of your creative and new compliments, they were such a joy to listen to)

so he’d occasionally play along and flirt back

when he finds out that you get so embarrassed by it, Beel would laugh and find it adorable

like Satan, he’d find it fascinating that you could so easily dish out flirts but couldn’t take them

he couldn’t recall the last time he’s seen someone so flustered and speechless

even though Beel finds it adorable, i can see him getting a bit worried that you hate it so he’ll most likely stop flirting back

i mean, just seeing you so speechless and stuttering whenever you tried to respond made him extremely worried that he said something wrong

was his flirting inappropriate? did you perhaps not like it?

he didn’t want to do anything that you were uncomfortable with, so he’d stop responding with flirts altogether

although he would stop flirting back, Beel would still respond back to your flirts by smiling or chuckling at one that he found to be good

he didn’t want you to think that he was ignoring you (i swear he’s paying attention he’s just busy trying to satisfy his endless hunger)

honestly, that just made you even more flustered, especially the sight of his cute smile that you’d somehow fallen for

how did he look so good with a smile?? why was the sight of him smiling riling you up??

gahh, Beel was just too cute for his own good

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #asks #headcanons #fluff #lucifer x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader

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monkeydlesbian · 4 years ago

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at this point,,,i’m begging u,,fukunaga hcs😔 i love that funky little man sm i think it’s a problem

# FUKUNAGA HEADCANONS.

a/n: homie oh my dear GOD you just opened up the floodgates and i hope u know how to swim <3 with that being said, THANK YOU for giving me the opportunity to talk about the absolute love of my life!!! i am writing this author's note BEFORE i write these hc’s so there is absolutely no telling how long it will get. as always, i hope you enjoy and i hope you have a wonderful day! i am insane!

warnings: none!

GENERAL HEADCANONS:

where to start with this funnyman dear God.

fukunaga shouhei is a joy to be around, even if he doesn’t talk much and even if he laughs at his own jokes and even if it looks like he never blinks (perceptive king).

his company is really the best, like when you facetime a friend and you’re just doing your own things with each other there.

i wouldn't say he's necessarily an introvert, but he can be awkward in social settings at times which i’d say is normal for the average human being.

for some reason i feel like fukunaga is the person that’s always breaking that uncomfortable silence in a room full of people at the beginning of the night, but he never really gets the credit for it and just stays silent the rest of the time if that makes sense???

idk but i am obsessed with him.

anyways.

fukunaga strikes me as the type of person who just loves laughter.

he loves hearing laughter, being the cause of it, laughing himself.

it is my personal belief that fukunaga never EVER looks jokes up, he’s always just thinking funny things in that brain of his and i really love him for that oh my god.

the first time someone actually indulges him in one of his funny thoughts, he will immediately perk up and he might blush a little bit, depending on who it is.

another thought of mine is that post-timeskip he becomes WAY more confident in his interactions with people, like he's always sure that what comes out of his mouth is going to make you laugh.

“funny guys are dangerous. they make you laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh then BOOM. you’re naked.”

yeah that's fukunaga.

when fukunaga does happen to talk, it’s so easy to flow into a conversation and he's honestly just a really soothing person to be around.

he always listens when you’re talking and his attention is on you the whole time.

he’s the type of person that is nodding along with what you're saying and responding to you even if you get talked over :((( (so precious i'm gonna cry).

another random thought but i feel like fukunaga giggles?? i don't know but i feel like he barely ever lets out loud laughter and instead just giggles PLEASE i love him.

this got so long but TLDR; fukunaga is a funny, considerate, and sweet person to talk to and be around and everyone should love him. thank you.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS:

SCREAMS at this part because fukunaga is all i could ever want in a partner.

he can cook, he’s funny, he’s a little weird, and dear GOD i know his paycheck is FAT post-timeskip. comedian and part-time chef KING!

not to mention he is actually very handsome and cute as all hell. if you think fukunaga is ugly then i am so sorry for you.

to be honest, i don't think fukunaga will be like wound up or rowdy or anything in your relationship, like a secret sort of thing.

he’s still gonna be fukunaga, the slightly awkward and cheeky and funny guy that you came to love in the first place.

he’s not much for grand gestures in a relationship, but he’s showing you how much he loves you by cooking for you, giving you company, doing your laundry for you; basically anything that would make your life easier, he's doing it.

fukunaga isn't really touch starved or anything, but that doesn’t mean he won't absolutely relish the times the two of you do get to be physically close.

(the following bullet point is courtesy of seal anon, love u bae <3)

while fukunaga won’t drown you in a hug the minute he sees you or loom over your shoulders constantly, he does like to hold onto you in small and more subtle ways.

he likes to play with your fingers a lot, give you small kisses on your temple as he passes by, maybe even a little pat on the booty if he’s feeling bolder than usual.

one of his favorite things is to see you wrapping your arms around one of his, your cheek squished on his shoulder as you watch him cook dinner.

then he's teasing you about being clingy, about how you can get enough of him, but deep down he really couldn't ask for anything less.

being domestic with you is also another thing that stirs up the love he has for you inside his heart.

at the beginning of your relationship, the first time you spent the night at his apartment, you had forgotten to pack your sleep shirt, so he just let you use an old t-shirt of his.

he had to pinch himself the moment you walked out of the bathroom in his shirt, your own sweatpants hung low on your hips.

even now, you still tease him about the literal hearts in his eyes but he can’t find it in himself to bite back when he sees you smile and giggle at the memory.

another thing about fukunaga is that he loves you without shame!!

even if he is a little more on the quieter side, everyone around the two of you knows just how much fukunaga loves you in the way he listens to you and the way he cares about the things you care about.

kids love this mf so much it’s ridiculous. your little cousins are always climbing on his legs and begging him to tell knock-knock joke after knock-knock joke.

and it’s like he never ever gets tired of them either, probably tens of thousands of knock-knock jokes in his arsenal to entertain them with.

your aunt is so damn embarrassing with the way she tells him he would be such an amazing father, sending you looks, if you’re picking up what i'm putting down.

one very self-indulgent thought of mine is that he LOVES to tease you.

whether he’s tickling you, picking fun at you, or whispering something a little less than innocent in your ear,,, he’s always trying to tease the living hell out of you.

like i said before, i hc fukunaga as someone who got way more confident post-timeskip, so some of the things he says will catch you SO off guard it’s not even funny.

that could have gone into nsfw territory but i had to physically restrain myself.

TLDR; fukunaga as a partner is someone who isn’t going to be necessarily doting or clingy, but he will cherish you with everything he has and does everything he can for you to make your life as joyful as possible! he loves you so much and will show you every day!

BONUS SCENARIO (i’m insane):

You close your book fairly quickly when you hear the sizzling of the skillet come from inside of the kitchen. Jumping up from the couch, you slide on the wooden floor as you make your way to your boyfriend who somehow managed to sneak by you without a sound. You smile when you see Fukunaga standing there, in front of the stove and in his element, his shoulders shifting from the movement of his arms as he slides the chopped up carrot into the skillet along with the other vegetables.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you’re not as sneaky as you think,” he says, adding a pinch of salt to the ingredients in the skillet before he sends you a wink over his shoulder.

“Definitely not as sneaky as you,” you quip back, sliding your sock clad feet across the floor as you make your way over to him. You wrap your arms around his torso from behind and bury your head in the middle of his back. He giggles, resting his free hand over one of your own and rubbing his thumb across the back of it.

“You’re clingy, angel,” he comments, lighthearted and airy, showing you that he doesn’t really mean it. Either that or he doesn’t mind it.

“Can’t help it,” you shrug with a sigh, “you’re sexy when you cook.”

He chuckles, “Oh? You don’t think I’m sexy all the time?”

“Now, I didn’t say that,” you huff, your cheeks heating up when you feel him shake with silent laughter.

The sizzling tones down a little bit now that he has all of the ingredients in the skillet and has been stirring for a while, and luckily for you, Fukunaga decides it to be the optimum time to turn around and wrap you in his arms. He kisses the top of your head and you smile, burying your face further into his chest.

“You’re makin’ my favorite,” you muse after a while, tilting your head so that your chin rests against his chest as you look up at him.

“That I am, sweetpea,” he confirms simply, quite enjoying the way you instantly beam up at him from your place in his chest.

“Any particular reason why?”

“Well, I thought that maybe if I made your favorite, you’d think I was extra sexy,” he jokes, though he sounds completely serious. He giggles when your smile drops and you roll your eyes, choosing to bury your face back into his chest with groan.

“You’re annoyin’, Shou,” you say as you squeeze him tighter.

“You love it.”

“That I do.”

#fyfa answers #THIS WAS PURE WORD VOMIT. I HOPE U ENJOY #this is so long OH MY GODDDDD #this will get exactly 2 notes. but it’s ok #the brainrot is terminal #genuinely #fukunaga x reader #fukunaga shouhei #fukunaga imagine #fukunaga shouhei x reader #shouhei fukunaga #shouhei fukunaga x reader #nekoma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #fukunaga fluff #kuroo x reader #yaku x reader #haikyuu imagine

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aitarose · 4 years ago

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SUNSHINE | MAKO

PAIRING: Mako x Kya’s Daughter!Reader [fem]

PLOT: Mako’s always had a little crush on Y/N. After all, who wouldn’t? But admitting it to himself? Yeah, no. Just the thought of admitting it to her? Even bigger no. He’d never consider confessing..right? based on these requests by anons

WARNINGS: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

A/N: i love mako sm like you guys don’t even know. this man OWNS me fdjafdlsjk. also i got a little carried away with these requests and i took them to the next level so please enjoy :)

MY MASTERLIST

Mako was living his absolute worst nightmare.

Stuck aboard an airship with his two exes, his brother, his boss, and his boss’ ex with no opening window to jump out of?

The day was definitely not in his favor.

Every hour seemed to be the same.

Radio a call..hear about a new airbender..find the map..use the map..go to the town..get kicked out of the town..return to the beginning.

While Mako did love having a routine—he was bored of this one.

The only thing that made his day even slightly interesting was Y/N.

It wasn’t long ago when he had met the water tribe girl. They’d first spoken during the Glacier Spirits Festival in the Southern Water Tribe.

He had been introduced to her mother, Kya, through Bolin. His younger brother was so starstruck by Avatar Aang’s only daughter, that he couldn’t help but drag along her own daughter with him for the entirety of the festival.

Bolin spent the rest of the night proudly walking alongside the teenage girl, who had to have been at least two to three years older than him.

He went around and showed her off to all of their friends from Republic City, even if they already knew her.

“Don’t make a show of it, but I know the Avatar’s granddaughter. You don’t need to be wowed or anything, it’s no big deal.”

“Bolin, I’m literally her uncle.”

Mako was one of the very last people to meet the infamous Y/N.

It was right after his argument with Korra about the situation between her father and Unalaq. His emotions were all over the place, confusion and annoyance dominated his mood.

But all of his anger dissolved with one look at her smile.

It was at that moment when Mako decided that Y/N had a gift.

She could lift someone’s spirit with a single glance. Her eyes always glowed with positivity and her soul was the purest one he had ever come across.

Y/N could be compared to the rising sun. Just by existing, she radiated more light and goodness than the greatest man on Earth could ever achieve.

It had been a very brief introduction.

“Mako, my man!” Bolin slapped his palm over the firebender’s shoulder, a cheesy side smile pointed at the teenage girl standing next to him.

“This is my good friend, Y/N. Y/N meet my big bro!”

Y/N beamed, her teeth sparkling under the moonlight. She held out her hand in a friendly manner and looked straight into Mako’s eyes, unafraid of making eye contact.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mako.” She spoke whilst shaking his hand. “I’ve only known Bolin for an hour and I feel like I already know everything about you.”

Mako groaned in embarrassment. He was always flattered by how much Bolin looked up to him, but sometimes his little brother went a little too far.

“You had an hour? Let me guess..” Mako pointedly looked at Bolin, shaking his head in amusement. “He must’ve told you our entire life story by now.”

When she laughed at his blunt attempt at a joke, Mako’s heart soared right then and there.

It was like the fire inside of him had been ignited with gasoline. but instead of her water smothering his flames..they made the grow. Made them stronger.

Though Mako hadn’t realized these lurching feelings at the time. He did have a girlfriend after all, and he liked to think he would never intentionally cheat on her.

That didn’t stop him from admiring her from afar.

Platonically of course.

There weren’t many moments after the festival where Mako found himself alone with Y/N.

He had chosen to follow Korra to open the spirit portals and Y/N went off to tour the air temples with her extended family—and if he was being honest, he hadn’t had much time to think about her between fighting off evil spirits and breaking up with his girlfriend.

It wasn’t until after Team Avatar defeated Unalaq and Vaatu, that Mako’s mind returned to his unresolved and unrealized feelings.

With the spirit portals open, the world was new again.

Thousands of people were traveling, discovering places they never knew existed, and migrating to different nations.

Luckily for Mako, Y/N had been one of those people.

It had taken her about a week to move into her apartment in Republic City.

Her flat was quaint but cosy. It had views overlooking the busy downtown and bustling people, and she had easy access to stores and shops in the neighborhood.

There was nothing wrong with her new home, but it wasn’t like the South. In fact, it was nothing like the South.

Y/N missed her friends and colleagues. She missed the chilly wind that would slice through the air and freeze her cheekbones. She missed the animals and the overall energy that the South had.

But she was open to new beginnings and new friends—and her open mindset was exactly what led her to join her family and Team Avatar on the search for new airbenders.

Which is right where Mako had left off.

The airship was dreadful, dreary, and just plain boring.

His main source of entertainment was watching a cloud disappear from his view, and then preceding to find another one for his eyes to chase.

Luckily for him, Y/N was also bored out of her mind. She had no one to talk to on the ship.

Korra? Tempting, but intimidating.

Asami? Sure if Y/N was less hippy and more business mogul.

Bolin? Yeah, she didn’t want to go down that path again.

Lin? No way.

Her actual family members? Good option—but Tenzin was boring and all Jinora did was read old scrolls.

Y/N was at a loss, and the only person that seemed remotely interesting was the brooding firebender staring out of the window.

When she approached him, Mako was at a loss for words.

He had been thinking about this moment for awhile now, and had a pun filled pick-up line ready to go, but when it came down to crunch time, he stalled.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled, gesturing to the seat next to Mako on the iron bench. “Mind if I sit?”

Mako’s mouth opened to respond, but no words came out of his mouth. He sat there like a fish out of water, nodding his head silently.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and happily sat next to the nineteen year old.

With her being so close in proximity, Mako’s brain flashed exe.error messages through his thoughts.

They sat in a comfortable, yet also awkward silence for a long time.

Every time Mako tried to get a word out, he stumbled. His nerves overcame his speech, preventing him from sounding the least bit cool.

Scratch that. They prevented him from sounding like an actual person and not a toddler that just learned how to speak.

After what felt like generations, Mako was saved by none other than his ex-girlfriends.

“We just landed,” Korra said, waving to the former probender and his companion. A confused look flashed across her face at the sight of them so close yet so uncomfortable.

Asami then poked her head around the corner, coming into view. “Are you guys going to come out or what?”

Y/N was the first to jump up, nodding her head enthusiastically.

She nearly sprinted to the exit—not because she wanted to get away from her encounter with Mako, she was just really excited to meet new people.

Mako heaved a deep sigh when she was completely out the door and out of earshot. It felt like he could finally breathe again without the stress of being in her presence.

“You like her?” Korra crossed her arms over one another, leaning against the wall as Asami stood by her side.

“What?” Mako stuttered, his face flooding with hues of red and pink.

“Why would you say that?”

“No Way!”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Korra and Asami loudly laughed at Mako’s rambling, while they had both been hurt by his actions in the past, they had come to forgive him—and they wanted nothing more than for him to find his special someone.

“Okay, then.” Korra shrugged, pulling Asami out of the room with her, “Whatever you say, Mako.”

Mako dropped his face into his hands, pulling at his hair as he mentally beat himself up.

“But if it matters,” he looked up to see Korra still standing at the door. A genuine smile shown on her face.

“I think you two would be perfect together.”

As Korra finally left him to himself, Mako couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have a friend like her.

She was everything he didn’t need in a relationship, but everything he could’ve ever wanted in a friendship.

Eventually, Mako did manage to force himself off of the airship. He helped with the little show the airbenders put on to influence others to join the nomads and even fought a few bad guys while he was at it.

He was finally having a good day, until the little punk tried to steal his wallet.

“Wait,” he ordered, pulling Kai back by the neck of his shirt. Mako held out his hand expectantly and gave the younger boy a hard look.

“I think you might have something of mine.”

Kai smiled sheepishly before pulling out the firebender’s stolen goods.

“It must’ve fallen into my pocket, my bad.”

Mako glared at the new airbender. The stare he was giving Kai was so cold, it could intimidate a pack of polar bear dogs.

“Now listen here,” he bent down to Kai’s level. His tangerine eyes meeting Kai’s green ones. “I know your game. I used to be the master at it, actually—and let me tell you that it gets you absolutely nowhere.”

Mako sighed, he already saw so much of himself in the kid that he didn’t want him to go down the same hard path that he did.

“All I want is the best for you, kid.” He patted Kai on the shoulder before sending him off to join Jinora on the ship. “Don’t mess up this opportunity.”

There were times where Mako enjoyed being the big bad cop or the authoritarian figure, but this was not one of those times.

He just wanted Kai to have the best life he possibly could.

The life he had always wanted for himself.

Unbeknownst to Mako, his secret crush had witnessed the whole ordeal.

His pure-hearted intentions touched Y/N. Acts of kindness and wellbeing always found their way into her heart, and his act of good caught her attention in a very positive way.

It caught her attention enough, that she found herself standing right behind him.

“That was really sweet what you said back there.” She told Mako, who jumped in surprise at her soft voice.

“Yeah, I tried. I’ve been where he is before. I know how it ends.”

Mako felt much more comfortable now that Y/N had started the conversation. He wasn’t afraid to give his thoughts knowing that she was the one who wanted to talk to him.

Y/N let out a low breath. Her hair willowed in the breeze, her eyes shining under the sunlight. She looked like a lost spirit.

A beautiful lost spirit, Mako thought.

“I try, too.” She whispered to him. Mako could barely hear her voice, it was so faint.

“Sometimes being there for everyone else has its downfall.” Y/N’s sparkling eyes turned dim, sadness drowned her usually uplifting features.

“I spend all my energy making sure that everyone I love is happy, but then there’s never anyone looking out for me, you know?”

Mako did know.

He knew exactly how she was feeling. He’d raised Bolin since they were children.

If anyone knew the pressures of holding onto another person’s burdens, it was Mako.

“I’ve noticed that,” Mako said, stepping closer to the girl. He could see that her eyes were welling with tears, all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and make all the negative energy go away.

So that’s exactly what he did.

Y/N melted into Mako’s embrace. She felt his body radiate heat, he warmed not only her body, but her heart in an instant.

“I see you, with Tenzin’s kids.” Mako ran his hand down her back, comforting Y/N as best he could. “They look up to you more than they do anyone else. You’re really amazing, Y/N. I’m surprised you don’t hear it more often.”

Right then and there, Y/N realized exactly what she needed in her life—and it was Mako.

If she was being honest with herself, he hadn’t exactly caught her eye before.

She thought he was somewhat bland at the Glacier Spirits Festival and the whole double girlfriend situation definitely didn’t spark her interest in the firebender, but now here she was..

Crying in his arms, confessing her insecurities, and feeling heard.

She had never felt heard before.

“I think you’re really amazing.” Mako blurted out.

He cringed at his confession, hoping that she didn’t take it the wrong way. If there even was a wrong way to take it.

Mako felt Y/N grow still in his arms. His heart pounded in anticipation for what her next words would be.

To his surprise she pulled away..

Before pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

Mako immediately responded. His mouth moved languidly with hers, connecting in the most perfect way, as if they were meant to be.

His entire body nearly combusted. Her bright spirit combining with his fiery one.

Mako felt like sunshine was running through his veins.

She pulled away, giving him one last chaste kiss.

“I think you’re amazing, too.”

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miki-snake · 4 years ago

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Cockwarming with the HQ Boys

📖: Just some quick random thoughts on how some of the hq boys would be while cockwarming you

🧡: Kenma x reader, Bokuto x reader, Matsukawa x reader and Tendou x reader

⭕️: SMUT, nsfw!, 18+, cockwarming, some degradation, not proofread and maybe kinda rushed at the end idk?

🔍: 3.3k+

A/N: it got longer than expected;; i need help pls, sm show me how to write short thingz

Kenma Kozume

he doesn’t have a high libido and most of times isn’t the one to initiate things

especially on days when he was exhausted from college and streaming

the first time cockwarming came up wasn’t planned

he was lying on his bed with his switch in his hands playing ac

it would be a lie if you said that u weren’t a little needy but you were also tired

u just wanted to cuddle with him

so u slid up between his arms, head nuzzling against his neck, arms wrapped around his torso and your legs on either side of his waist

for some minutes you two just lay there like that

somehow you unconsciously grind yourself against him and of course it doesn’t go unnoticed

he just lets you do as you wanted and continued playing his game

you realized how you were already dripping wet and started to grind yourself harder against him

it wasn’t unusual for you to dry hump your boyfriend to make yourself come (easiest way for a lazy evening)

the feeling of his cock hardening underneath you sent shivers up your spine

you couldn’t handle it anymore and sat up a little

in a fast pace you slid down your shorts and soiled panties, throwing them across the floor

you looked at Kenma and grabbed the hem of his boxers, desperately wanting feel his hot skin

he nodded his head and in a fast motion his boxers were out of your way

going back to your previous position you wrap your legs around his waist

you sat back down in his lap, his now fully erect cock between your pulsing lips

slowly you moved yourself forth and back

both your juices already mixing with each other

Kenma was still focused on his game but you could hear him letting out some low moans

the slow pace wasn’t enough anymore and so you moved your hips faster and harder against his leaking cock

though you still craved the feeling of being filled by his cock

so suddenly you raised your hips, grabbed his dick and sunk down on his shaft

you both let out a loud moan and Kenma’s head fell back into his neck

somehow the feeling of being filled by him made you feel warm and the tiredness came back to you

so you just wrapped your arms around his neck, head on his shoulder and enjoyed the feeling of being one with your boyfriend

Kenma asked you why you wouldn’t move

you just shook your head and nuzzled deeper into his neck

he didn’t mind it and went back to playing with his switch

so you two sat there in the silence except from the quiet game music and occasionally you would clamp down on him or he would give a little thrust into your cunt

since that day it became a normal habit in the evening for the both of you but not every time would be as peaceful

It was six o’clock which was Kenma’s usual streaming time and after many requests of wanting to see his girlfriend or for him to play against her, he finally gave in and so you found yourself in his streaming room.

Instead of sitting next to him like any normal person would do, you were sitting on his lap. The chat was filled with comments on how cute you were, how you two look good with each other and some of them asked why your face was so red. You just told them that you were a little embarrassed because it was your first time streaming and you were excited. You were indeed excited but not because of the stream. How could your cheeks not be flushed when your boyfriend's cock was buried deep inside of you while thousands of people were watching you two through a camera.

It was Kenma’s idea because he somehow felt needy that day but he couldn't postpone the stream and who were you to deny your beautiful and cute boyfriend when he was asking you to cockwarm him in the public eye.

So after you two answered some questions he started a game so you and him could play it on stream. His voice was calm as he was explaining the controls but you sure as hell were too distracted to understand what he was telling you. When you would die during the game he would thrust up into you and you’d mask your moan as a groan of disappointment because of your death. He would tease you, telling you to answer some questions in the chat while you waited for the next round to start. Sure it wasn’t easy to be quiet but you couldn’t help and constantly grinned yourself on his cock.

When Kenma died in one round, right before his team won (you were already dead), he thrusted his hips up into you, his cock going even deeper and hitting a spot inside of you that made you lose your mind. You bid yourself hard on your lip, head facing away from the camera and eyes shut, while they rolled back into your head. It was so hard to not let a single noise escape your lips and you weren’t sure if a small whimper maybe left your mouth but in the moment you didn’t care. You just basked in the feeling of your orgasm, trying to ride your high as long as possible but you knew that it couldn’t be that long.

You felt Kenma’s hand on your head and finally you opened your eyes and turned your head back to the audience again. You saw how the viewers were asking you if everything was all right and you told them it was fine and you just felt a little nauseous back there but it already settled down again.

Kenma kept on stroking your hair and he proposed to change the game to Animal Crossing so it was more relaxed for you.

And so you continued the stream and showed them your island, but you didn’t forget Kenma's hard cock that was still filling you up.

Bokuto Kotarou

this man lives for cockwarming

he knows that he is packing and he loves to see how you struggle to take him all in

he’s not only long but also thicc

his cock head spreading your dripping lips until it felt like they’d be torn apart

he lets out a guttural groan when he’s fully seated inside of you

praising you for being such a good girl, his good girl

it would be totally random when he would tell you to come and sit on his cock

like when you two are eating, in the pool or in the car

you two would swim in the pool on a hot summer day

while taking a break he would suddenly grab you by your hips

he’s hauling you over on his lap

fast motion swiping your bottoms to the side

it might be rushed but he’s still careful of not hurting you

teasing you a bit and letting his tip run up and down your gaping hole

also circling around your clit

finally he’s pushing the fat tip into you

slowly so you could feel every vein on his cock that was grazing ur walls

loves to suck on your nipples while pushing u down

still keeping his eyes on ur face tho

he needs to see ur needy and strained face

watching how your eyes roll back, mouth open and the tip of ur tongue hanging out

you do try to tell him that it’s too much (even though u don’t wanna stop)

and he just chuckles at you

keeping a firm grip on ur hips and holding you down

after what feels like hours you reach the base of his dick

he’s pulsing inside of you and can’t help but clamp down on him

you were outside in the pool do you tried to keep ur voice down

but not possible

you whimper and moan and groan etc.

so when he’s completely inside of you he starts walking out of the water

with you in his arms he climbs out as if you were a part of him

he sits down on the sun bed and just keeps you in place

sometime he would even doze off like that

Bokuto is impatient tho so it won’t stop at just cockwarming

You now found yourself on the floor of your living room with your boyfriend hovering over your body and his hard, thick cock buried inside of you. After he woke up from his little nap he wasted no time to grab you at your hips and move you up and down his cock. You, still half in your sleep, couldn't help but let out a low groan. He sat back up and used the new position to drive his cock even deeper into you. His eyes were still a bit unfocused from just waking up but it didn’t stop him from looking at your beautiful face that slowly twisted into a mask of pleasure. Even though you enjoyed the work out you two did at the moment, you asked him to stop for a moment. Bokuto listened to you and asked you what was wrong and you told him that you two should go inside to continue the little fun you had. He didn’t respond and just picked you up and sprinted into the house. He nearly tripped and fell down the floor but that was when he decided to just lay you down and continue in your living room.

Mattsukawa Issei

“Come on y/n, we both know how much you need me to move my cock in your sweet, little, juicy cunt. Just tell me what to do and how you want it, so I can give you your deserved pleasure, my baby owl.”, he said to you with his low scratchy voice and you just squirm underneath him. “I need you to move, please fuck me with your thick, fat cock, I need to feel it. I need to cum, please.”, you cried out to him and without a warning he started to pound into you at a fast pace, rocking your body against the hardwood floor. You could already feel the familiar coil building up inside of you, the previous hours of cockwarming already making you feel sensitive and stimulating you to no end. Bokuto didn’t slow down and just kept on rolling his hips into yours, occasionally grazing against your oversensitive clit. “Ko- Kotarouuuu I need to come, please let me come, I can’t take it anymore!”, and so you felt how his thumb went down on your clit, rubbing and twisting it. His lips found your hard, rosy buds again, tonguing and sucking on them, his teeth scraping the prickling skin. All of the stimulation made your head spin and your orgasm hit you like a shockwave. Your mouth wide open, a silent scream coming out of it and your nails digging into Bokuto’s back. As you slowly came out of your orgasmic state, you realized that Bokuto’s still humping you and desperately chasing his high. He was overstimulating you and you needed a break, so you spoke up to help him reach his climax. “Kou please come for me. I need you to come for me, need to feel all of your hot and sticky cum flooding my pussy. I want it all deep inside of me, come on Kou wanna feel it dripping out of my little cunny.”

And with that he lost all of his control, hips moving erratically and a loud moan leaving his mouth, while you felt how your insides were filled with his hot cum. He fell down on you and buried his face in your chest, you both stayed like that, relaxing in the afterglow.

if you think that Bokuto would tear you apart, this man is going to break you

he is the epitome of a thick and long cock

there is no way that you could just cockwarm him randomly

usually you two do it in your bedroom

you still need to get prepped beforehand

so some fingering has to be done or you’d only be able to get the tip in

like Bokuto he loves to see you struggle and knows how much you have to take

he takes it slow on you at first

prepping you with his long fingers and maybe even eating you out (if you’ve been a good girl)

he’d take his time, enjoying how you’d mewl above him

he would get you sloppy wet but wouldn’t let you come

when he thinks you’re ready to take him he sits back up

he’d still take some lube and spread it on his cock just to be sure

he might like to add a little pain in the play but he’s aware of his size and it shouldn’t hurt more than necessary

so you’re slowly sliding down his cock

you already feel the stretching and straining

your walls are instantly clamping down on him which makes it harder to move

he tells you to relax and rubs your clit to distract you from the pain

taking a deep breath you try to regain your composure

his tip was already in and you start to move a little up and down a bit

that way you can slowly get him deeper inside of you

half way in you beg him to just leave it that

you already felt too full

but he won’t stop there and grabs your hips to push you down

when he bottoms out you felt tears prickling in your eyes

Mattsun comes ups and kisses them away

he looks down on your belly and nearly comes at the sight

your stomach was bulging from his long cock

you felt it, the strain against you belly button

you still felt a bit pain but it was overshadowed by the pleasure of being filled

you two just lie there and enjoy each others presence

but it was sure to end soon

Tendou Satori

Even though he was only inside of you and not moving, you felt completely stimulated. The veins of his cock were pulsing against you inner walls and his trimmed hair was pressed against your clit. “What is it? Is having my cock deep inside of our slutty hole not enough for you?”, he asked you with his deep voice in a taunting manner. You don’t react to him and so he thrusts his hips up in a fast motion and you nearly screamed. Even after spending some time with his cock inside of you, you won’t ever get accustomed to his size. “If you want it all you have to do is beg for a it like a little slut you are, alright babygirl?”, he moved his hands up to cup your face and you have no other choice but to look him right into the eyes. His eyes were devouring you already, full of desire and making you feel all hot and bothered.

You felt like a dam broke inside of you and the words just came rushing out of you. “Please daddy, I need to feel more than that. I’m your little slut and your pussy needs to be filled with all of your cum, please.”, you whined and slowly moved your hips on his cock, the feeling of being stretched still accompanying you. “Well said babygirl. Alright I guess I can’t leave you hangin then right?”, he smirked and thrusted into you from below. The tip of his cock kept on pushing against the inside of your stomach, reminding you of how big he actually was. He moved in a fast pace and circled his thumb around your clit. You had to hold onto him or else the impact his thrusts might have thrown you off of him. To say that he was wild was an understatement. He flipped you around on your back, his cock never sliding out of you and got back to his frenzy pace. His pants were fanning your face and you felt how he was slowly pushing you off the tip. He could feel how your walls were clenching down on him even more than usual and he knew you were close. His thrusts also became irregular and he landed a slap on your clit. That was what you needed to fall off the cliff, full speed into your sexual heaven. Mattsun followed you into his own high and spurts of cum were painting the insides of your now wrecked pussy white.

He circled his arms around your body and rolled off to the side, so he wouldn’t crush you. He pulled you into his chest, nose buried inside your hair and you two doze off into the dreamland.

he’s a fucking tease

cockwarming is smth you two casually do

like when you lounge on the couch and watch anime together

he was the first one to initiate it

but now none of you has too really say anything and it just happens

most of the times just cockwarming isn’t enough for you tho

he knows that but he wouldn’t move in any way

you would have to do all of the work

teases you and makes fun of you being so needy

you two started to watch the new season of bnha

somehow along the way you moved onto his lap and slipped his dick into you

just happens you know

so you two continue to watch the movie but you start to feel the tingle inside your stomach

you think you’re sly and moved forward to grab your drink so you could feel him moving inside of you

the problem was

you did that like every five minutes

so he picked up on our habit and just told you to give him your drink he’s gonna hold it for you

that ass

so you started to get impatient and squirmed on his lap

you could hear him chuckle

so you turned around and glared at him

he just shrugs at you and is like:

you wanna get off? do it yourself

“What’s going on? You look so troubled.”, you knew he was teasing you and you already knew that if you want something to happen, you had to do it yourself. So, you turned around until you were facing him, your hands on his shoulders and you started to move your hips. “Oh! So that’s what was keeping your mind occupied? I already knew that you weren’t focused on the tv but I didn’t think that you were thinking about fucking yourself on my cock.”, he laughed at you but that didn’t stop your movements. No, you even started to move faster so you could see him pant and flustered as you felt. Well, it won’t be that easy because he knows which buttons to press for you to break first. “So, you’re just using me like a fucktoy? Oh, you’re such a desperate little bitch, you couldn’t even watch the movie without thinking about stuffing your stupid cunt full of my cock?”, he knew how much his dirty talk was affecting you and your pussy clenched down on him at every word he said. Your juice was already dripping down o his cock and thighs, the whole scene a complete mess. That was fine with you though because you wouldn’t describe yourself other than a mess at the moment. A moaning mess, a hot and bothered mess, just a fucking mess for none other than Tendou Satori. The knot in your stomach was starting loosen and you felt how even more slick dripped down your thighs. Suddenly he thrusted his hips upwards into you and the climax came crashing down on you. Your body tensed up, thighs pressed against Tendou’s legs and eyes rolled back into your head. He’s following suit and thick squirts of his heavy creamy cum are rushing into you, making you feel even fuller than you already are. The episode was still running in the background, while you two panted from the exercise and you just sit there, taking your well deserved break.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kenma x reader #bokuto x reader #matsukawa x reader #tendou x reader #kenma kozume #bokuto kotarou #matsukawa issei #tendou satori #Itadakimasu🍴

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yuta1forme · 4 years ago

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like magnets | ten

summary: in which you and ten are up and coming choreographers who are forever at each other’s throats. but maybe fighting is just an excuse to get close.

pairing: ten x reader

genre: angsty fluff

warnings: some swearing, alcohol mention, loads of bickering

length: 4.3k

tag list: @sly-merlin @animegirl366 @yonoohcore

He’s confident to the point of arrogance. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. When the pair of you start fighting, all the other dancers make their way out of the studio, not wanting to get involved in another explosive Y/N-Ten showdown. He counters your every suggestion. He always has more critique for your performances than praise.

And yet, he is the best dance partner you could ever ask for. He matches your poise with his passion. In dance, you both have found a middle ground.

When Ten first joined the studio you really wanted to like him. He was a young, up and coming dancer from Thailand. What you had not seen coming was that besides being the same age, you and Ten had precious little in common. The day you first met Ten, you had decided in less than ten seconds that you two would never, to put this lightly, become the “best of friends”.

You had entered the break room of the studio that day, late and soaking wet because of the heavy downpour that had begun the night before. Hungry and disgruntled, all you had wanted to do was to grab a steaming cup of green tea and the last of your favorite jelly doughnuts. Only the thought of those jelly doughnuts had you hanging on during your hour and forty-five-minute long journey to work this morning. They were your emotional support food, your one and only indulgence. After almost three years at the studio, all the other dancers knew not to touch your jelly doughnuts. All except for the bucket-hat wearing Thai newbie who clearly hadn’t gotten the memo.

“Those were my doughnuts”, you had barely managed to huff out, focusing your mind on not raising your voice or worse, bursting into tears.

Now, if he had just apologized for eating them without asking you first, you both might not have started off on the wrong foot. No, the fucker just shrugged and said, “Didn’t see your name on them”. No shame in his eyes, not an ounce of regret in his voice. The powdered sugar from your doughnuts still around his mouth and dusted over his all-black ensemble. That fucker.

“So people just waltz into a room and eat someone else’s snacks where you’re from?”, you asked, your pitch becoming shriller with annoyance.

“No of course not. Because where I’m from, people don’t leave their snacks where everyone can see them, without putting their name on it first”, he replied, cool as a cucumber.

Taeyong had entered the break room at this point. He took one look at the powdered sugar on Ten’s face and the eyes-gonna-pop-out expression on yours and connected the dots. As one of the senior choreographers in the studio, Taeyong had developed a sixth sense for sniffing out conflicts before they broke out.

“Y/N! I see you’ve already met Ten! He’s the new dancer from Thailand. Ten this is Y/N”, Taeyong had prompted by way of introductions, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and inching closer to the door he had entered from.

“Oh, you’re Y/N. The one who choreographed the last Pink Cashmere comeback, right?”, Ten had asked, suddenly sitting up straight. Seeing that your conversation was turning civil, Taeyong had left the room just as quietly as he had entered it.

“Yes, that would be me”, you had responded. That was your first time working with an idol group and was a milestone in your career. You had spent weeks running on pure adrenaline and Americanos (and the occasional jelly doughnut), spending day and night listening to the new comeback track, reviewing concept photos and looking up old performances to get their style down just right. When you watched the girls perform the choreography for the first time, you were so immensely proud of yourself, you hadn’t stopped beaming for days.

“I should’ve known it was you, it had your signature footwork style all over it”, Ten had said, nodding his head slightly. You had felt flattered at that, surprised that anyone had even picked up that you had a certain trademark in your choreography.

“But, I thought it was too showy if you know what I mean”, Ten had continued, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, a slight frown on his face.

You were almost embarrassed at how much his words affected you. While you were used to internet trolls taking jabs at your work, it was something entirely different to hear full-blown criticism from your peers. As the youngest choreographer in the studio, you rarely got challenged when it came to choreography, with most of your colleagues wholeheartedly encouraging you to spread your wings and grow no matter the outcome. It probably was not intentional on their part but it had become a fear of yours - what if nobody would outwardly challenge your decisions because they thought you were too weak to handle the truth?

Still, you felt a need to defend your creative decision. You needed to stand up for yourself. “The girls are great dancers and I thought a more challenging choreography would push them out of their comfort zone. Sooji and Maya were actually part of a hip-hop dance crew pre-debut. They were itching to try out a new concept”.

“But why not use more formations in the dance? It’s an eight-member group. You could’ve used that to your advantage”, Ten had countered. He made a good point. But you didn’t want to concede to him. Who did this man think he was? Walking in here and questioning your vision as a choreographer?, you though to yourself.

“Most of the other girl groups that came back around that time had similar songs but only Pink Cashmere had a distinct choreography. I wanted to make their choreography memorable”, you had said.

Ten had remained quiet for a while. “I didn’t think of it that way”, he had replied, a thoughtful look on his face. “In that case, I think you succeeded at whatever you set out to do with that choreography. It was definitely memorable, Y/N.”

He turned his gaze up towards your face and flashed you a sweet smile. He looked like a whole different person, almost innocently brushing powdered sugar off his cheeks like a mischievous cat who had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t have done.

Your whole first interaction with Ten had confused you. First he walked in acting like he owned the place, critiquing your choreography as if he was a veteran dancer. But then he had just as easily praised your abilities. But at the back of your mind you had this nagging feeling that whatever Ten had said to you was not in an effort to undermine you, unlike some of the backhanded compliments delivered by your peers. He had criticized you because he thought you could take it, because he thought of you as an equal. And you kind of enjoyed that.

Arguing with Ten became a part of your everyday routine thereafter. So did labelling your snacks with your names and leaving passive-aggressive messages on post-it notes.

At nineteen, you gave up a full-ride scholarship to a prestigious law school in your country and moved to Seoul with a single suitcase and your old school backpack in hand. Your family had threatened to cut off contact with you if you left the country, but you left anyway; Your passion for dance was stronger than your fear of losing them. Dance was your first love. You lived and breathed it. Like hell were you giving up on your first love that easy.

You worked odd jobs during the day and filmed original choreographies for your YouTube channel during the night. After struggling for over a year, your hope slowly dwindling, you got a notification that changed your life. Kim Jongin, one of South Korea’s ballet prodigies had shared one of your videos on Twitter. Your subscriber count had quadrupled overnight, with hundreds of thousands of commenters dubbing you a “prodigy”. Fate brought you to Jongin, who then introduced you to Taeyong, who brought you to SM studios.

It was a dream come true - for years you had only struggled, floating in dark and murky water, swimming forward towards a hazy future. Now, you had thousands of fans, dozens of supportive friends, and a solid foundation from where you could dream. Your friend Hendery liked to joke that you would need more than twenty-four hours a day if you wanted to do everything in your planner. And truth be told, he was right. You had given up a lot to pursue your dreams. Given up on your family, most of your friends, your home country. You wanted to make sure it was all worthwhile. So you wanted to spend every day making the most of the opportunities that you now had. You went to bed each night with a head full of ideas and woke up every morning with the fire to bring them to life.

Of course, dedicating your life to your craft came at a cost. The rest of the world had not stopped moving just because you decided to make dance your life. This dawned on you one rosy Valentine’s Day evening, when you, date-less for the fifth year running, quite naively decided to scroll through Instagram. Amongst the sea of pink, flowers and picture-perfect happy couples were two faces that made your stomach instantly drop - your ex and a stunning woman posing for the camera with their fingers intertwined. On her ring finger, a diamond the size of a blueberry.

You remember the day you broke things off with your ex like it was yesterday. You were at the airport, waiting to get on your flight to Seoul, positively buzzing with nerves. You had waited until you were seated on the plane to send your ex a rather heartless text message saying you were breaking up with him to find yourself and that it was best if he forgot you. Very dramatic, even for you. But you were nineteen and had just watched ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’. In return he had left you an equally dramatic voicemail, pleading with you to not end the relationship and proclaiming that he would never stop loving you. You had all but laughed at his message then.

You weren’t laughing anymore though. He was happily engaged, while you were lonely, lying in bed on Valentine’s day in a pizza grease-stained sweatshirt. You had spent the last few years working relentlessly which had given you a career that you could be proud of, friends you could rely on. But besides the occasional fling here and there, you didn’t have much in terms of a romantic life. You guessed you deserved this, that karma had finally caught up to you. Didn’t stop you from feeling like shit though.

So you did what you always did when you felt particularly shitty. You went down to the studio, turned the music on full blast and dove right into a new choreography. You were freestyling, too lost in the moment to hear the door creak open.

“I gotta hand it to you, Y/N, that was pretty impressive!”, a male voice exclaimed. You had spun around expecting to see Sicheng or Hendery at the door. Instead, you were met with a tired but rather amused looking Ten.

He was dressed in a white silk shirt and a pair of black slacks. You noticed the roses in his hands, slightly wilted but still beautiful nonetheless. He was clearly dressed up for a date. He looked striking as always but you didn’t linger too long on that, thinking that it was your romance deprived mind projecting thoughts onto the first attractive male it saw.

“What are you doing here? It’s Valentine’s day, don’t you have a crowd of screaming fans to attend to?”, you asked sarcastically.

“One date. And they stood me up, actually”, he replied with a bitter smile. He must have been quite upset if he didn’t have a snarky response for you.

You were truly taken aback. Ten? Getting stood up by someone? Ten, who could charm the socks off of anyone he set his eyes on, getting stood up on Valentine’s day?

“But how?”, you blurted out, instantly regretting it when you saw the quizzical look on Ten’s face. Yet you foolishly continued mumbling, or rather digging yourself deeper into a hole.

“I mean, you’re just...so...you”, you said vaguely gesturing at his whole form. From his boyish good looks to his ability to sweet-talk, Ten’s charms were undeniable. Ever since he joined the studio, the number of signups for the afternoon classes had doubled. Dozens of people would come to the studio every day, just to catch a glimpse of him. And he indulged them all too, flashing them his signature grin or paying them a cheeky compliment. If only you weren’t all too familiar with the way he could run his mouth during an argument, you too might have fallen for his charms.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Y/N, but I’m not quite the Casanova you expected me to be. But I will take that as a compliment”, he said with a wink that had you resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here though”, you mumbled out.

“I like to choreograph at night. I think I’m my most creative after midnight. Besides I just got my heart broken and I should channel that emotional energy somewhere right?”, Ten said feigning nonchalance. You could tell he was genuinely upset from how his night had played out and couldn’t help but sympathize with him.

“Well, I’m here for reasons along similar lines. You could join me? Help me choreograph this new freestyle piece I’m working on?”, you had asked.

Ten cocked his eyebrow at you, clearly not expecting you to extend an olive branch to him in this manner given how you were still being snarky with him five minutes ago. But he accepted your offer nonetheless.

You both entered your element pretty quickly, letting the music move your body freely. You worked out a simple choreography, cheering for each other when you came up with a particularly impressive move. You were having fun, even though you wouldn’t admit it to yourself. At least you hadn’t thought of your ex in the last couple of hours, mind completely occupied with the thought that you and Ten surprisingly made good dance partners. Perhaps the friction between the two of you translated to great chemistry when you were dancing. Taeyong would be pleased to know that.

“I’m beat”, you exclaimed, slumping down on the floor after the final round of practice. Ten sat down next to you, resting his back against the mirrored wall. The pair of you sat wordlessly for a few minutes, letting your heartbeats slow back down. You lay flat on the floor, too physically exhausted to move. As soon as you closed your eyes, your traitorous mind brought back the images of your ex’s engagement and you groaned loudly.

“Long day?”, Ten asked, giving you a slightly concerned look. You just chuckled bitterly in response.

“Want to talk about it?”, Ten pried in an almost uncharacteristically gentle voice. You wondered if he had ever spoken to you in that tone before.

“I don’t know if we’re close enough to have little heart-to-hearts yet Ten”, you replied. There was an invisible wall between you and Ten that you were just not ready to tear down. The thought of sharing embarrassing details about your love life with someone you could consider a frenemy at best, too jarring. You didn’t miss the way Ten’s shoulders slightly slumped at that. You hadn’t meant to sound harsh, yet you felt somewhat guilty.

“But…maybe we are close enough to have a drink together?”, you asked, suddenly emboldened by a rush of confidence that confused even you. You took his cheeky smile as a yes.

You spent the rest of the night drunk and giggling with Ten. The thoughts of your ex were long forgotten. Perhaps you could learn to do more than merely tolerating Ten’s presence. Perhaps you could learn to enjoy his presence too.

Soon it became a ritual - if you and Ten were the last ones left in the studio, you would grab some beers and head to the roof. It was such strange departure from your usual selves that you often wondered why it was so easy for you to enjoy his company sitting under the stars like this when you would be at each other’s throats the rest of the time.

Over time your conversations had gone from discussions about art, to plans of travelling the world, what you were currently binge-watching on Netflix, and everything in between. Still, there were some topics that you both steered clear of - talk of family and love lives was seemingly off the table.

Until one night after a couple of drinks, when Ten pulled his phone out to show you a picture of two women, one older and one younger. The striking resemblance between the faces in the photo and Ten confirmed that they were indeed his mother and sister. His sister was clad in a dark blue graduation gown and his mother was holding a beautiful bouquet of light pink roses.

“She graduated last week, my baby sister”, Ten said practically glowing. The proud look on his face was a testament to the close relationship he had with his sibling.

“You must miss her a lot”, you said, voice barely a whisper.

“All the time. My family are my biggest supporters. I don’t think I would have had the courage to move out here on my own if it weren't for their encouragement”, Ten answered.

You hadn’t spoken to your family ever since you came to Seoul. In the past, the longing left a pressure in your chest that sometimes made it feel like your throat would close, choking you on your guilt. Now, it just left you numb.

“What about you?”, Ten asked, cautiously prying into your personal life.

“What about me?”, you countered, diverting your gaze away from the man sitting next to you, instantly wary of how much you wanted to share about your past.

“What about your family? Your old home?”, Ten asked.

It couldn’t hurt sharing with Ten, right? It’s not like what he thought of you really mattered to you. Right?

“I actually don’t keep in touch with my family any more. They weren’t too keen on me becoming a dancer. It’s been, what, three? Three and a half years since I last saw them. When I first left home for Seoul”, you said, trying your hardest to suppress any trace of emotion in your voice. You kept your gaze focused on the city skyline ahead of you, too afraid to turn and see the expression on Ten’s face. You wondered what he thought of you, whether he thought you were stubborn. Worse yet, whether he pitied you.

After a few moments, Ten broke the silence. “I guess sometimes, not having a family is better than having one that doesn’t love you for who you are. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t possibly know how you must have felt, all these years. But I want you to know that the people who love you now, love you without any agenda. Not because they are related to you by blood, not because they are obligated to love you. But because they just love you”, Ten said, eyes shining with an emotion you didn’t know how to react to.

“And they could be your family too”, he finished in a voice that was so warm, so gentle, you wondered if this really was the Ten who stole your jelly doughnuts when you first met.

You were speechless, processing his words for what felt like hours but was probably just a few seconds. Then you did the only thing your impulsive mind could think to do - you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. In response, he wrapped you up in his embrace. You stayed still, focusing on the faint scent of his cologne on the sleeves of his hoodie. You breathed out a thank you, soft as a whisper. Whether or not Ten heard you, he moved his left arm slightly, gently stroking your hair and continued to chatter on about some entirely different topic.

You knew that once the sun came back up and both of you returned to your lives inside the studio, this little moment would not be brought up in front of anyone else. That moment was just for the two of you to share and bury deep within your hearts.

You knew you were in too deep one day when Ten gave you a friendly smile in passing while making his way to the break room, and you felt your cheeks and neck heat up. You had finally let the Thai dancer charm his way into your heart.

Typical Y/N, you thought to yourself, Falling in love with any cute boy who gives you attention. But he wasn’t just any cute boy. It was Ten. Ten, your frenemy turned close confidant. Ten, who would send you pictures of cute animals he saw on the street just because you once told him you wanted to adopt a cat. Ten, who took you dancing to a club in Hongdae when you were feeling low and all but carried your drunk ass back to your home. Ten, who over the last couple of months had heard every single one of your deepest insecurities and had still chosen to stick by you. Ten who had just left a box of jelly doughnuts in the break room, next to a post-it note with your name on it. To make matters worse, you were supposed to start working on a new collaboration together this week, a contemporary piece set to an R&B slow jam. How were you meant to work with him all week when you could barely make eye contact with him? You had to physically restrain yourself from facepalming.

You spent the week, evading conversation with him beyond work and some small talk to fill the silence. But none of your usual banter. You had even turned down his suggestion to grab dinner together several times that week, to the point that even typically non-confrontational Sicheng had picked up that something was off.

“Why have you been avoiding Ten all week? I thought you guys had given up fighting?”, Sicheng asked after he cornered you one day.

“Avoiding him? Now, why would I do that when we’ve been working together all week?”, you had chuckled nervously, desperately looking for an out from this conversation.

“He’s been sulking around since Tuesday, Y/N. He said he doesn’t know what he did to upset you”, Sicheng had asked you sharply.

The guilt in your eyes must have been apparent because Sicheng dropped his voice into a gentle whisper for what he said next.

“I know the two of you are as good at dancing around your feelings as you are at dancing on stage. But maybe try talking to him, Y/N? I think right now, you two might have more in common than you think”, Sicheng told you as he gave you a knowing look.

The day of the performance shoot came and there was a noticeable awkwardness between you and Ten. You decided to cut the tension by apologizing to him, citing the nerves for the performance as the reason you had been on edge the whole week. Whether or not Ten believed you, he accepted your apology and wrapped you up in his arms. You wished you had psychic abilities so you could read his mind. Did he have the same butterflies in his stomach right now?

As soon as the music started any nervousness you felt around Ten melted away. Dancing with him was like second nature to you by now. The song started with you on stage alone, dancing under the single spotlight illuminating the stage. You could see him out of the corner of your eyes, following your every move and observing you with nothing short of adoration. You left the stage for Ten’s solo and you could feel the goosebumps on your skin from watching him perform. He was absolutely stunning, moving fluidly through the movements as though he was painting with his body on the canvas of the stage. You joined him on stage for the chorus, dancing apart but facing one another as though mirroring the other’s movements. Through the bridge you inched closer and closer to one another. You felt your heartbeat beginning to rise from the proximity.

Both of you could communicate with each other with your eyes alone. You danced perfectly in sync with one another, pulling apart only to fall right back into each other, just like magnets. So different yet inseparable. You could see it in his eyes, when he looked at you, that the emotion in his mirrored yours. You knew you weren’t imagining it when he audibly gasped as you melted into his embrace for the final move. His heartbeat was racing a hundred miles an hour, just like yours. The pair of you stood there, lips just a few millimeters apart, breathing deeply as the studio erupted into thunderous applause. You were no longer afraid to admit to yourself and to the world, that you had it bad for Ten Lee.

And when he kissed you on the rooftop that night, you knew that he had it bad for you too.

#ten #ten scenarios #ten angst #ten fluff #ten imagines #nct #wayv #nct ten #wayv ten #nct scenarios #nct imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #nct angst #nct fluff #wayv angst #wayv fluff #moonrise

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dxll-hxuse · 4 years ago

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title ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 !

genre ; 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐤

warnings ; 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (notify me if i missed anything)

focus character(s) ; 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 “𝐠𝐨𝐠𝐨”, 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐚 ( @starfall-grls )

other/mentioned characters ; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐦, 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

date ; 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

word count ; 𝟏.𝟖𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

— ‘ the moon: deception, difficult period, fear, hidden things, insecurity

the drama was starting to die down finally. it had been almost a month after the whole taeyoung shade situation happened and people had finally started focusing on other things and were slowly forgetting about the boy’s words. margot couldn’t say if she was glad or not. on the one hand, she loved to watch people drag his name through the mud, but on the other, she was getting sick of some people dragging sora’s name as well. but people were starting to forget it, finally. she could finally go on twitter without reading someone’s “hot take” about the situation.

margot couldn’t lie about the fact that she genuinely wanted to know how sora was doing. she’s probably enraged, of course, anyone who knew her well knew that sm’s statement was total horse shit. she seriously had no clue how sora hadn’t beaten taeyoung to a bloody pulp already. if this were to happen a few years back, margot wouldn’t be surprised if she saw sora on the news being arrested for taeyoung’s murder.

margot tried to act indifferent about the whole thing but she could tell that her members knew the situation bothered her. they asked some questions but margot didn’t give much insight so they gave up trying. a few of margot’s nights were spent staring at sora’s contact number, wondering if it’s still the same as 5 years ago, thinking about what would happen if she tapped the call button after so many years.

this was one of those nights. the dorm was silent, everyone was asleep, all that could be heard was the rustle and bustle of the city. margot’s stomach tied up in knots as she pondered whether to call her ex best friend or not. she wouldn’t even know what to say.

“if you don’t go to sleep now you’ll be in for a hell of a day tomorrow.” mumbled a sleepy chaeri from the other side of the room. after rubbing her eyes and sitting up straight on her bed, she focused on margot’s confused face. “we have rehearsals, remember?”

“oh, right.” margot had totally forgotten about that. she sighed, and chaeri laughed softly at margot’s disillusioned expression, “guess you’ll have to find another time to longfully stare at your ex best friend’s phone number for hours on end.”

margot’s eyes widened in surprise at the girl’s accuracy but her face quickly morphed into one of confusion. “how did you…?”

chaeri laughed, a little louder this time. “lucky guess? i don’t know, you’ve been acting off since the whole taeyoung and sora thing. and i can see the reflection of the phone keypad through your eyes. i just put two and two together.”

margot blushed a little sheepishly, “i haven’t been keeping you up too much, have i?”

“yeah, actually.” chaeri responded, starting to get comfortable in her bed. “your thoughts and anxieties are really loud. it makes me uneasy.”

margot was honestly left a little speechless.

as chaeri finished snuggling up, looking like she was about to fall asleep again, margot asked, “do you think i should call her?”. chaeri opened her eyes clearly still a little annoyed. she huffed and sat back up in her bed. she looked at margot dead in the eyes, margot was still terrified about how chaeri’s naturally comforting and sweet personality turned sour after not getting enough sleep.

“if you call her, maybe i’ll finally get some sleep again.”

margot blinked. she was expecting some sort of good advice from the group’s impromptu therapist, the level headed one. “that’s it? you think i should call her just because of that?”

chaeri could tell that margot was disappointed by her answer but shrugged, “i’m too tired to come up with a clever reason. but yeah, i think you should call her. if she screams at you, then you know never to bother her again. and if she wants to talk to you, then boom, friendship restored. either way i get my peace restored.” after saying all that, she started snuggling up again. “and go outside if you’re gonna call her.” she finished before closing her eyes again.

margot stared at the caller id for a bit longer before getting out of her bed, putting on slippers and a long cream cardigan to go outside in the girls’ backyard.

she pressed “call” and took in a shaggy breath. she put it on speaker and placed it on the floor, she started pacing back and forth as the haunting ringing coming from the phone kept getting louder in her ears, filling up her thoughts.

the phone went silent for a second, “the number you have called-“. the breath margot had been holding came out stifled. maybe it’s just too late in the night, she’s probably sleeping, she thought. or maybe she just hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me ever again.

margot picked her phone back up and locked it. well, at least i tried, she went to go back into the house when her phone started vibrating in her hand. she stares at it, absolutely gobsmacked at the sight before her.

sora’s name was displayed on her screen along with the ‘accept’ or ‘decline’ button. a thousand scenarios ran through margot’s head at the same time, maybe it’s not her phone number anymore and the owner is calling to let me know the number changed, was the imaginary reason she decided to stick with. she hesitantly pressed the ‘accept’ button. “hello?”

“hi? margot?” sora’s voice rang through the speaker. margot noted how alert she sounded even though it was almost two in the morning. “hi. hi, um.” she fumbled with her words a bit, “this must be weird for you, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i called you, it’s just my impulsivity. i’m sorry.”

“oh…” sora sounded a little resigned, like she wasn’t fully in the conversation, if you could even call margot’s nervous rambles a conversation. margot stopped for a moment “can i ask you a question. promise you won’t get annoyed?” margot’s voice softened while asking the question, she sat down on the stair step that she was previously pacing on.

some silence came from the other line before margot heard some shuffling, “yeah, ok.” sora sighed again, she seemed defeated and tired, though not in a physical way, more like mentally. “how...how are you?” margot felt weird asking but it was a question that had been running around in her mind ever since the taeyong thing blew up.

sora felt her eyes tearing up a bit, she didn’t know why exactly. maybe it was margot reaching out to her after all these years for seemingly no reason, or maybe it was the lack of sleep she was getting for months, or the whole weight of the scandal she was in finally coming down on her. she sucked her tears right back up just like her father always taught her. “i’m fine.” she choked out, very discreet, sora, she thought to herself.

“are you sure? i don’t mean to pry, i know we haven’t talked in a while but still, i’ve been worried about you this past month. this taeyong thing really isn’t bothering you?”

sora hadn’t talked about it with any of her members, she just wanted the whole thing to blow over as fast as possible. though, she wanted to talk to margot about it. she was still mad about the way they left things, and her brain was telling her to just hang up on her, but her heart desperately wanted to talk to someone. maybe margot calling after all these years was a sign.

“yeah, i guess. i’m pretty upset. i don’t know if those are the right words to describe what i feel, which is weird, i can always describe how i feel.” sora started thinking out loud, finally coming to terms with how she was feeling. as she admitted all of this to margot, she felt like she was admitting all of it to herself, as well. “usually you’re the one who has trouble identifying your feelings. is that still true?”

a small smile crept up on margot’s face, “yeah, you would always get annoyed at me for it.” she laughed, reminiscing about the girls’ time together as friends, the good times only. “i’m not sure what feelings i felt that let me to call you. i was hoping you could tell me.”

“i guess you were worried. i don’t know why though, you shouldn’t have sympathy for someone who treated you like i did. i always told you to not settle for anything less than yourself.”

margot was a little stunned, she didn’t know if her small gasp conveyed that. “are my ears deceiving me? is jung sora referring to herself as less than someone else?” knowing sora, margot probably shouldn’t have pried, but she subconsciously yearned for the times they could poke fun at each other without it escalating into full blown fights, so she let herself regress into those times and made the taunting comment.

if it was any other person, sora would’ve been offended, she would’ve gone the fuck off, if it was any other person. margot feeling comfortable joking with her like how they used to somehow meant everything. she smiled, she didn’t know what was happening to her tonight but she decided to throw all her initial, defensive responses out the window, just for tonight, at least. she didn’t want to carry the burden of unhinged fire on her tongue, just for tonight.

she scoffed, feigning offense, “well i never! i’ve never in a million years said such a thing! you’re becoming a mad woman right before our eyes!” she said all this in a (very bad) old timey fancy accent, to underline the dramatic sarcasm she was performing.

the two laughed in unison before comfortable silence overtook the conversation. “i’ve missed you.” margot’s sharp and shaky words tore through the silence.

“fuck. don’t make me be soft like this.” sora felt the hot tears well up in her eyes again, she really did miss margot. she sighed, forgetting all her problems and worries. in that moment, margot’s warm words melted sora’s cold exterior. all sora wanted to do was start over. “...i miss you too.”

— ‘ now playing: hug all your friends by cavetown

#* ✶ › ❛ i need you hopeless !! — ( gogo. )#* ✶ › ❛ i want blood guts and angel cake !! — ( writing. )#aeskocnet #mochikocnet #* ✶ › ❛ happiness is a butterfly !! — ( connections. )#dollhouse #writing #gogo connections

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silent-scythe · 4 years ago

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Broken Love

Hello! My name is Scythe, this is my very first time posting on tumblr, I really don’t know how to lmao. This is a story that I wrote on AO3 a few months ago, but I’ll be posting it here too. Really sorry if the formatting is wonky, I don’t know how to use this lol

TRIGGER WARNING FOR: alcohol abuse, self hate, semi-descriptive mention of sexual assault, and slight sexual content. Please read at your own risk.

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“What, do you think your mother even bothered to think about you while she was worked to death?”

Nesta regretted it the moment those hateful words left her mouth. A part of her wanted to take back the venom she spat out, yet dignity trampled it down, keeping her spine straight and her head held high. She refused to acknowledge the pain that creeped upon her heart, instead curling her hands into fists as that maelstrom in her eyes swirled angrily.

Her eyes were a force to behold; oh, such rage filled those cunning blue-gray eyes, like that of a wrathful thunderstorm.

She watched, not a flicker of emotion showing, as the fire in Cassian’s eyes died out, reduced to ashes.

She wanted, ached for him to spit back at her, to argue and quarrel.

But she knew she went too far with that remark.

Yet pride, insufferable pride, refused to let her apologize.

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Cassian felt his breath still at the sneering insult she had flung back at him. They bickered endlessly, yet it was an unspoken rule between them to never bring relatives into it.

Never.

Especially when they were dead- have been dead for five hundred years.

Thousands of retorts came to mind, an endless collection of insults he could hurl back, yet they all died on the tip of his tongue.

Cassian could feel nothing, hear nothing, as he closed the door quietly behind him and walked out of Nesta’s apartment in deafening, roaring silence, wings tucked in tight. He did not know where he was going, and he definitely was not in the mood to fly back to the House of Wind. So he let his steps carry him to the ends of the earth.

And he couldn’t help but think back to what Nesta had said.

Do you think your mother even bothered to think about you while she was worked to death?

Somewhere inside him, uncertainty crept along his bones. He knew that his mother cared for him, even as he was abandoned at an Illyrian camp with nothing but himself. But what if he was wrong? Five centuries later, his only recollection of his mother was a hazy, warm face.

Oh, and the screams and body-wracking sobs that she had let out as he was taken away.

His mother had left him with an amulet, a necklace of ruby the same brilliant carmine color as his seven siphons. He chose to give it to Nesta. Yet that was at the bottom of the Sidra, thrown in there after she refused to accept it, telling him that she wanted nothing from him and leaving.

Oh, how he loathed himself.

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Nesta stood there, fists clenching and unclenching, as she processed what just happened, replaying the events over and over again.

She should have never said that. She had never hurt Cassian so deep before, so thoroughly that he had left, just left. Without firing some stinging retort back at her.

And what killed her the most? He was a good male. In her heart, she knew that he was worth everything in the world. Gods, he had even closed the door quietly, not slamming it like she would’ve undoubtedly done.

She finally shook herself out of her stance, pacing around her messy, drab-gray apartment, dirty clothes flung everywhere, cobwebs on the corners of the walls.

And so, Nesta resorted to the only option at hand.

The only way she knew how to cope.

Oh, how she loathed herself.

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Cassian’s steps eventually led him to the Sidra, his unkempt hair blowing in the harsh breeze. The biting cold chilled his fingertips, but he paid it no mind as he stared across the river, waves lapping gently at the sand that he stood on.

From besides him, he could feel shadows wreath him, swirling around the secluded beach, twirling in the air.

“Not now, Azriel,” he spoke, responding to the silent shadows. “I want to be alone.”

The shadows seemed to stop, hesitating, as if saying, ‘are you sure, brother?’ before eventually blowing away, returning to their master.

The Illyrian Commander stared out across the Sidra, his gaze unfocused, eyes on the horizon. Though he did not see the point where water met land.

No, the only thing he could see were smoldering eyes of stormy blue.

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Nesta cringed inwardly at the cheap alcohol that went down her throat, rough and burning. She took another massive gulp.And she kept this up, until only the last dregs remained.

And then she asked for another drink.

And another.

She drank, and drank, and drank, welcoming the oblivion and the lack of emotion that accompanied this. Nesta kept at it, until her head was fuzzy and dizzy and she could not hear nor see a single thing clearly. Empty bottles lined the table she sat at.

You are worthless, a voice in her head hissed. Worthless. You do not deserve him, you do not deserve Feyre and Elain’s kindness. You should continue to waste away, until you are completely gone.

Nesta wholeheartedly agreed with whatever spoke in her mind.

She hated herself, hated her walls of thorns, hated that she was like a plague, spreading hatred and sadness to everyone around her.

She wished she could change. And when she realized she couldn’t change, wouldn’t change, she wished she was gone.

A male approached her, sitting down next to her. A cruel smile slashed across his face, displaying a handsome face with striking blue eyes and cropped, dirty blond hair. Pointed ears and sharp canines added to his features.

High Fae, then, Nesta thought.

She could practically smell the lust and whiskey on the male.

She welcomed it.

Nesta did not mind as a phantom hand of his grazed her leg, inching up to her thigh. She smirked at him, an invitation and a taunt.

Soon enough, she grabbed his hand harshly, and they were in her bedroom within minutes.

This was the only way she could find freedom, through sex and alcohol. Perhaps she indeed was wasting away, a useless pile of garbage. Once upon a time, she would bristle at such a comparison. Now, she could only agree.

The male entered her, and an image of Tomas Mandray crossed her mind. The foreign touch, the mortal man who had torn her clothes to pieces and pinned her on the wall, until she had screamed her throat raw and clawed her way out of his grip. She still shuddered at the memory, but she shoved it down in her brain, all the way to the back of her mind, where all these other emotions and memories and feelings and happiness were, repressed and behind a gate that Nesta would never open.

She rode him deep into the twilight, though she did not see the male Fae.

No, the only thing she could see were fiery eyes of warm hazel.

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Cassian stayed by the riverbank until dusk, the rays of twilight sun warming him. Occasionally, he stretched his wings out, extending them and flapping once before he tucked them in tight again. Other than that, he stayed still, letting the waves lull him as he combed through memories and thoughts.

They always seemed to rebel, to go to that one day he didn’t want to think of. The day where his wings were broken, shredded to pieces, wounds dotting his body like stars in the night sky as he laid on that battlefield, with Nesta covering him.

I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world- and we will have that time, I promise.

Those words he had spoken echoed in his mind, and he remembered the way Nesta had shielded his body with her own.

And right before that- as Nesta had shouted, roaring his name, as he had avoided that blast of magic that would have killed him within milliseconds.

Did he deserve that?

Nightmares still plagued his mind during the night, where he watched as his soldiers, men he grew up with, died on the battlegrounds.

Where they had lain their lives for the war.

Where they died, and he didn’t.

Guilt still ate at him, reprimanding and lashing at himself for surviving when he should have died, was supposed to die with those people. He had been grateful for Elain and Nesta, who killed Hybern, yet oftentimes he still went back to that day, wondering why he was still alive when he shouldn’t be.

Cassian’s slumbering siphons flared brightly as thoughts invaded his mind.

He watched as the sun sank into the sky, the last rays of crimson and gold died with the sun, falling below the horizon. For a moment, the atmosphere turned the same, dark shade of vermillion as his siphons.

Gradually, the sky grew dark, as night fell and stars peeked out from behind their blanket of darkness.

Cassian lowered his head.

Purpose sang in his body, purpose to live. If he was granted with life, he would live it to the fullest. He would pull Nesta out of that dark, dark place, no matter how long it would take. No matter how much it would hurt himself, no matter how bleak some days might be. He made a promise to himself, vowing to never admit defeat and stop trying.

Because he loved her. Truly.

And love, unending love, refused to let him give up.

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Yeah that’s it! Leave any comments down below (are they called comments on tumblr? I think they’re like,, notes or smth? Also, prompts r nice, gimme prompts for Nessian if you want :)) love them sm. Hope u enjoyed!! I have other fanfic oneshots, which i’ll post probably after i figure out how Tumblr works

- Scythe

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howardpotts · 5 years ago

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four: buy your pretty heart

Love on the Brain - Masterlist in links

Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and violence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer?

Chapter warning: Uhmm none, i think.

A/N: I haven’t uploaded in a while, but I had some unplanned hiatus. It’s just that a lot has happened privately that made me lose interest in anything. I hope this chapter is any good, since it’s been written in small pieces in the last 3 months.

Let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

You thought you were going to spend your entire day daydreaming about the night before, instead you were thinking over and over about what has happened.

Even when Wanda was gushing to you about that girl and how they spent the entire night dancing, kissing, talking - you had a hard time to keep your thoughts away and your focus on her. She looked tired, just as you. Big bags under her eyes, hair was a little bit more fussy than normal. You tried to cover your tiredness with makeup, which was pretty well done in your opinion.

You were grateful it was friday, meaning that you could focus on other stuff on the weekend. Take your mind of whatever happened today, trying to suppress it til monday; when Steve is going to take you out on dinner and, well, probably fuck you senseless after.

“Lets go shopping after school”, Wanda stated. She had a date on sunday and she knew that you were going to meet with Steve on monday. You told her about yesterday night, but you didn’t dare to tell her what happened this morning. You didn’t want to get her in any kind of trouble.

“Wan, you’re a genius”, you admitted, smirking to her. She claps her hands in excitement, her golden bracelets sounding like bells, making her look even more enthusiastic.

You slumbed out of your class, eyes a little foggy from all the staring to the screen in front of you. The teacher had you noting everything he said on your computer. It couldn’t get any more boring than it already was - and that on a friday afternoon.

“What kind of dress are you looking for?”, you asked Wanda, trying to shake away the boring class. She hooked her arm into yours as you walked through the busy hallways of the school. You both didn’t care to look who was walking around, you just wanted to get out of here and into the city, focussing on way more exciting things.

“I think something laced. Black, maybe? Or would that be a bit too tame?”, she asks you.

“Depends on the dress”, you respond. “A little bit of lace, a shape that makes your figure look like candy and it can serve you well.”

The fresh air gives you new energy when you step outside. It’s pretty cold outside, but for February, it’s actually quite nice.

A call of your name has you looking around. Some guy approaches you. Brown hair, little bit ruffled. You have never seen him in your life. “Steve sent me. He wanted me to give you this.”

A big grin on Wanda’s face, and you fake one too. It isn’t that you don’t like Steve, but at this moment you were a little bit terrified of what could be in the package. You want to , thank the guy, but he’s already walking down the stairs, acting like he never spoke to you.

“Open it, open it!”, Wanda squeals enthusiastically.

Your heart could jump out of your chest when your hand moves to open the package.

There’s a little note on top of it, almost flying out of the box as the wind waves lightly in the box. You grab it quickly and turn it around.

Wear this and nothing else.

Wanda giggles, you blush. A little paper still hides what exactly is in the box but Wanda’s patience is wearing thin and she gets rid of it as quickly as you can blink.

There’s a black jacket in it. On the inside a label saying ‘BALMAIN’.. Wait, that’s designer right? That’s a pretty well known brand. Not that you expected Steve to get you some cheap stuff, but designer? Did he really put that much money into you or did he send this to every other girl, asking it back after wearing it once? Ew, no, he didn’t do that. That’s disgusting.

“BALMAIN?”, Wanda gasps. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Where the hell did you find this guy- Don’t answer that.”

“That’s pretty expensive, right?”, you ask. Her eyes turn big as she watches you.

“Yes, that’s fucking expensive”, she calls, still impressed by the gift in your hands. “And we’re not talking hundreds here, darling. We’re talking thousands. Two, maybe three.”

“Thousand?”

“Thousand!” She throws her hands in the air to give the words even more of a drama effect.

You don’t know what to say. Or do. It’s kind of overwhelming, to be honest. You’ve met the guy not even 24 hours ago, and he already gave you the responsibility to decide a man's fate and now he gave you a jacket worth thousands. You have to admit that it creeps you out. Alarm bells are going off, warning you to cut him out of your life and find a good man. One that will swoon your parents and will probably be better for you than he’ll ever be.

But you’re flattered at the same time. Why would someone like him - a man with charm, looks, grace, money and a lot of female attention - invest money in someone like you? You’re not special in any way. You’re as average as can be. You’re a communications student, living in some apartment with two other roommates because you can’t afford to rent one for your own. You have some kind of barista job in the weekends, trying to earn enough to pay for your rent, food and some fun activities.

“Maybe we should drop this first”, you suggest, looking at the box in your hands.

As you walk, Wanda starts talking about her night. “She was amazing”, she sighs. “I walked up to her and straight up told her how beautiful she looked. Later on she told me she liked that directness, that no one ever does that to her.”

You’re so happy for Wanda. She’s been crushing on this girl for a few weeks now, but never acted on it. Apparently everyone thought that the girl was pretty intimidating.

“Wait, what was her name again?”, you ask, interrupting her story.

“Maria”, she answers quickly before picking up her story again. “Anyway, we started dancing, but I wasn’t sure if she was into women. So I kept my distance, and so did she, so I got more and more insecure. I looked over at you and saw you chatting with some guy. When I looked back, I saw her checking me out. And I’m not talking about girl-ready-to-bitch kind of checking, but the lesbian kind of checking.”

You chuckle. Her stories were always this over the place - but it was fun to listen to. She always knew how to keep you interested, waiting eagerly on how the story is going to end.

“So that kind of felt like my que. Wow, I say a lot of ‘kind of’, don’t I? Anyway, I moved a bit closer, gave her my famous flirty eyes.”

You walk over a crosswalk and turn right after, only two streets away from your apartment.

“Did you kiss?”, you ask, not being able to wait anymore. You need to know.

“Oh honey, we didn’t just kiss. We made out, we did the dirty, we went down town, we-”

“Yeah, okay, I get it”, you laugh. She chuckles and pushes you lightly when you fake roll your eyes.

“Will you see her again?” Her eyes glow up after you ask that question. She nods furiously as she grabs her phone, showing you a few messages. Excitedly, you squeal lightly.

“Thank you a thousand times for joining me last night”, she sighed as she hooked her arm in yours once again. A content feeling settles in you as you walk further. A few seconds of silence between the two of you. Cars pass by, people sometimes almost bump in to you as you walk further down the street.

“And your night had to be pretty exciting as well, right?”, Wanda breaks the silence, wiggling her eyebrows. You nod, a little smirk on your lips.

“God, it was good”, you sigh. You tell your story shortly but swiftly, letting details pass and not mentioning what happened the morning after.

“And more than a one night stand?”, she asks you as you stand in front of your apartment door. You give her a quick look before focussing on letting yourself in.

“I’m not sure”, you say. “I think we just want to booty call each other. And apparently giving me gifts.”

You let yourself in your room and drop the box on your bed. Again you open it, this time taking the jacket out. It turns out to be longer than you thought. He was quite serious about not wearing anything else. The jacket is long enough for you to cover up everything you want to hide from the public. But it also shows enough to seduce him. And he knows that.

“Can you please stay another hour?” Your manager, Sarah, looks at you with her big puppy eyes. “Pretty, pretty please?”

A little smirk is on your face as you roll your eyes. “What would you do without me?”, you say as you put on the brown apron again, after taking it off just a minute ago.

“I would be homeless and a failure. Thank you a thousand times!”, she cheers as she grabs your shoulder to give it a little squish. You smile and walk back into the little cosy cafe. It was pretty crowded, with a little line of five people waiting outside to get a free table.

Slowly you check your half of the cafe, the front half. Your colleague, Brent, watches over the other half and Sarah is behind the bar making the best coffee of the city. She owns the cafe and made it a big success, promoting her selfmade cookies and waffles as her original trademark. And it works. Whenever it isn’t busy, you make small talk with the customers and they always tell you that they’ve heard from someone else that they had to try one of her delicious cookies.

A man puts his hand in the air, making a little gesture to come over. You put on your smile and walk over. “How can I help you?”

“Why don’t you start by giving your number?”, he smirks. “And a cappuccino.”

Your hand balls into a fist, nails digging into your flesh as you watch his smug face. He watches you. Not even your face, but your body. He checks you out.

“Sorry sir, we’re not allowed to give out personal information to our customers”, Brent hops in from behind you. You turn your back to the customer and mouth a little ‘thank you’ to him.

You walk towards Sarah and ask her for the cappuccino the guy asked for. As much as you’d like to not serve him his coffee, you still had to be customer-friendly.

“Why don’t we switch sides ‘til the d-bag over there leaves this place?”, Brent asks when he stands beside you before focussing on Sarah. “Oh and a latte plus a chocolate chip cookie for table fifteen.”

You nod, a little smile appearing on your face. You couldn’t be happier with your colleagues and your boss, they were all so attentive and supportive to each other. There was this atmosphere that made you enjoy the work you were doing. You’ve worked at other places where the ambience was a little bit different.

The cappuccino appears on the counter, not a second later it’s in Brents hands and he walks towards the guy. It wasn’t the first time someone asked for your number - and you wouldn’t be annoyed if he asked about it nicely. But the arrogance on his face and his eyes on your boobs did not make a good first impression.

“And the latte, cookie’s coming right up”, Sarah sighs as she put down the latte. You give her a quick smile. She grabs a small white plate and puts a napkin on it first before grabbing the wobbly cookie.

See, the thing about Sarah’s cookies was that it wasn’t just your ordinary round cookie. It was a bit thicker, but still moist from the inside. It was a little bit warm, the chocolate was on the edge of melting, and the sugar wasn’t as overwhelming as most are. The moment you had your first cookie, you fell in love. You actually had to watch yourself to not overeat, restraining yourself to one cookie a week.

As you walk to table fifteen, you take a quick look at it already. Just swiftly taking in the customer to decide what kind of small talk you can make. Most of the time you could see it in a splitsecond; some were here just to work, some were here for some social acts, and with some you had to guess.

But this one had you by surprise. He made your breath stuck in your throat. How in the living hell did he end up here? Did he stalk you?

“One latte and a chocolate chip”, you say nervously. With a little shake, you put down the latte. “I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

His blue eyes meet yours, making you hot all over. You’re not sure if it’s because of the nerves, because of the things he made you feel or because of the morning you’ve witnessed at his place.

“It’s my regular. I didn’t expect you’d work here”, he countered. You give him a little smirk as you also put down the cookie. “Did Paul give you the package?”

“Yes, he did.” You didn’t know what else to say. To say it’s beautiful? That you like it? That you’ll wear it? That’d be cheesy.

“Good. I hope to see you in it tomorrow”, he smirks as he takes a sip from his latte.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t”, you tease as you turn around, moving your hips a little bit more as you walk to your next customer.

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cruz-regina-d-journal · 4 years ago

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07: Goal Digger

When we are talking about goals we usually think of something we want only for ourselves. It’s exciting to think of what you can be in the future and what you will have as well, but sometimes some people tend to forget that we still need to make an action before we get something we want. We keep on saying that we want this and that but we don’t even make a move on how to get it. Honestly, the past “Regina” was like that. My mind focuses only on my desires, and we can relate this to Sigmund Freud’s Psychoanalytic Theory which are the id, ego, and superego. Our id says “I want it now!” as our superego says “You still can’t have it because you don’t have money yet”, they battle around our mind until our ego says “Okay, kids, let’s study well, find work, earn money and buy what we want”. In every goal we have, there is always a process that we need to get into. We can’t have anything in an instant! Even at opening our phone, we still need to wait and do something in order to open it, and that is to press the power button. In life we also have actions like opening the power button, but the thing is we need to open ourselves. We need to step out of our comfort zone and find ways on how to achieve our goals.

Since I was a kid, my parents buy me planners and notebooks because I love writing, drawing and putting my goals in it. I have this one perpetual planner that I still update whenever I want or got something, and it always gives me this wonderful feeling at any time my plans worked or have gotten well than I expected it to be. And today it really took me a long time to know what I want to have; maybe because I feel down due to this pandemic and my family experienced a huge deal of a problem related to this year’s stumbling block which made me worry about my future. Nevertheless, I’m glad that we’re now okay and I finally conquered those mind-boggling thoughts. The pictures here show my short and long term goals that I’ve been thinking since June 2020. I’m sharing this things to you because I think I will be needing your support and guidance 😁 Let’s bring each other to the top!

SHORT TERM GOALS

OBJECTIVE 1: Grow a Plant

TIME FRAME: August 28, 2020-October 5, 2020

RESOURCES: Shovel, seed, pot, healthy soil and water

TASKS:

Choose the right container for your plant and put the healthy soil in it.

Plant the see at the proper depth and water it with a room-temperature water.

Maintain a consistent moisture and keep the soil warm.

Apply fertilizer every week, give the plant enough sunlight and circulate air.

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Be patient and don’t forget your tasks!

REASON: I’ve been trying to grow a plant since I was in elementary, but I don’t know why they always wilt. I love plants but I don’t think they love me 😢

OBJECTIVE 2: Bond with my Friends and Family

TIME FRAME: March 2020-July 2020

RESOURCES: Love, happiness, understanding and self

TASKS:

Focus your time with them.

Don’t use phones, engage with them through personal interactions

Make them feel loved/important and laugh with them

Always listen to their stories and respond appropriately

Treasure the moment

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Make time with them and don’t forget to enjoy it!

REASON: As I entered college I noticed that I rarely bond with my other friends and my family because I’m studying at Manila during weekdays. I don’t have a free time whenever I go home to Cavite because I use my weekends for doing my school works and sleeping to regain the energy I’ve used during school days. I feel sad that I failed to divide my time for academics and for enjoying life. And now that it’s finally over, I think that this is a great opportunity to recoup my scantiness.

OBJECTIVE 3: Eat Eggs 5x a month

TIME FRAME: August 13, 2020-October 13,2020

RESOURCES: Eggs, pan, plate and utensils

TASKS:

Eat egg once every week.

Ask your family to not cook eggs for you when you’ve eaten once that week.

Avoid eating soft-cooked eggs.

Find an alternative food when tempted.

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Self-regulation

REASON: My asthma will kick me when I eat too much eggs! 😢 I have an allergy for excessive food, and I want to practice myself to eat egg once a week so that I can restrain myself without any trouble or some kind of temptation.

OBJECTIVE 4: Be a Reading Volunteer

TIME FRAME: September 2020-November 2020

RESOURCES: Book, camera and other gadgets

TASKS:

Pick books that have good life lessons

Look for the age recommendation and mention this

Record yourself reading

Let people see the book you’re currently reading

Put emotions as you read, let your audience feel what the characters in the book are feeling

Engage with them even in a recorded video (ex. asking questions)

Think of a line that will make a great impact to your audience regarding the lesson of the story

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Enjoy and engage with your audience

REASON: I am a member of PNU Reading Society and I want to officially become a reading volunteer to help students with their lifelong literacy skills that will empower their learning and also to support those people who are falling behind about reading.

OBJECTIVE 5: Buy new Optical Glasses

TIME FRAME: January 10, 2020: 1:00PM-3:00PM

RESOURCES: Money, optical frame and receipt

TASKS:

Go to Starfinder Optical Shop at SM

Go to SoYou section and look if there’s a discount (if there is)

Choose an optical frame. Keep in mind the shape of the lens you wat and need, and also its weight

Give the chosen frame to the sales rep. and get your waiting number

Wait for your ophthalmologist to call you before you go in the room

When called, sit properly and let the ophthalmologist check you eyes

Perform the said activities

Observe the weight of the lenses

Make sure that you picked the right graded lenses

Wait for your optical glasses for 1 hour (and so)

Present your receipt to the sales rep. and wait for him/her to give your glasses with free case

Wear your glasses to see if it’s okay and check if there’s any damages before leaving

Note: Don’t forget to say thank you!

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Be patient, honest and critical thinker

REASON: I need new glasses because my current one is kind of dirty and is not accurate anymore as months pass by. Inaccurate graded lenses will make me suffer to headaches and dizziness making me hard to study and move.

LONG TERM GOALS

OBJECTIVE 1: Graduate from College

TIME FRAME: July 2019-November 2023

RESOURCES: Perseverance, Time Management and Patience

TASKS:

Always listen to your professor/speaker

Engage with people around you

Do your tasks correctly as instructed and submit it as soon as possible

Make a to-do list

Take important notes and organize them all

When there’s an exam, review 2 weeks ahead the test day

Ask questions for clarifications

Join organizations and seminars

Grab once in a lifetime opportunities

Cry but stand up again when you fail

Believe in yourself

Dedicate yourself to your course

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Grit

REASON: Honestly, I want to graduate with latin honors but something struck me and thought that to graduate from college should be my main goal. Honor rolls are just bonuses of your hard work. It is obvious that I want to graduate from college to help my family and give them things that they need and want as well. I want to give them a thank you gift for providing me everything that I needed for years.

OBJECTIVE 2: Open a Business

TIME FRAME: January 2025-January 2029

RESOURCES: Money(Capital), manpower, product/service, promotion, patience, determination and connections

TASKS:

Think of a business that is unique where many customers will be attracted

Create a solid business plan with your chosen strategy

Make a website or Facebook/Instagram Page about your business

Be approachable to gain customers

Advertise your product/service

When the business grew bigger, register your business name at the Department of Trade and Industry (DTI)

Remember to always check your financial status

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Patience, Analytical skill, Accounting, Problem Solving and Communication & Negotiation

REASON: I was an ABM student before and I want to make use of my skills to help my family and those people who need financial assistance. Opening a business was also part of my dreams. Not only that it will help me to gain more money for my post-graduate, but I want to invest my small money from my teaching profession to something that I can make use to the present and future. Nevertheless, having a business will not stop me from teaching.

OBJECTIVE 3: Become a Doctor

TIME FRAME: August 2024-November 2028

RESOURCES: Money, grit, school supplies, experiences and books

TASKS:

Look for a medical school (preferably: De La Salle Medical and Health Sciences Institute)

Take the MCAT (Medical College Application Test)

Focus on your studies to be a Psychiatrist

Earn a Doctor of Medicine and complete your residency

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Patience, Empathy, Focus, Practical & Decision-Making Skills and Time Management

REASON: I had this late bloomer moment. Before entering college I was confused on what I really want to be. Not that I am boasting but I had this mindset before that any courses will do because I thought I can do everything. My top choices are Architecture, Accountancy, Teaching, and Medical. I chose teaching since there’s a time that I became super inspired of my Senior High School professor and I noticed that from the past few years of my life, I never experienced a class with an excellent Filipino teacher who really took a course of Filipino, and that’s why I want to became one. As I became a BFE Student, I still want to pursue my medical dream. I want to be more useful to my people even if it will take me thousand years to be a 100%.

OBJECTIVE 4: Buy a New House

TIME FRAME: July 2024-July 2026

RESOURCES: Money and communication

TASKS:

Know your budget for your house and stick to it. DON’T EXCEED TO YOUR ESTIMATION!

Research subdivisions or areas that are accessible to buy your needs and public transportation

Get prequalified and preapproved for credit for your mortgage

Find a nice and approachable real estate agent

Start touring to subdivisions or areas that you already searched (Make sure to check every detail of the house especially the water and electrical system and always consider the people who will live with you)

Make an offer

After building the house, get a home inspection and check if there are structural damages before transferring (if there are, contact your real estate agent)

Make sure to pay your monthly bill and coordinate your paperwork

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Hard working, Critical Thinking, Observance and Patience

REASON: I don’t want to be dependent of my family’s money and belongings. I want to buy my own place for my family, and if blessed, I am glad to share my payments with my partner to build our new life together. If my parents want to stay with me, I will let them stay there as well, but if they prefer to stay at our old house, then I’ll support for the renovation of our old house.

OBJECTIVE 5: Live a Healthy Life

TIME FRAME: August 2020-August 2025

RESOURCES: Healthy food and balanced diet

TASKS:

Be physically active

Eat a healthy rich diet

Drink vitamins

Do yoga and exercises

Make time with friends and focus in the present

SUCCESS CRITERIA: Self-regulation and willingness

REASON: I have a weak body and I want to practice a healthy life until I get used to it and became my normal habit. I am not a fan of junk food but I still think that I’m not living a healthy life today because I refuse to exercise. But now that I noticed that it is important to take care of yourself and we need these kind of things to prevent us from being sick, I finally told myself that I have to change this kind of lifestyle and start to be healthy; not only physically but also mentally.

#Ethics #Goals

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lostinshawnsmemory · 5 years ago

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SM Imagine: Khalid’s Sister - Shawn x Black Reader

A/N: When @mani-lifes posted this, I jokingly replied with “I want this fic, I need this fic, might fuck around and write this fic.” I guess I wasn’t joking.

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Reader’s POV

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited,” you stated from the back seat. Khalid turned to you from his seat in the front of the car and wiggled his eyebrows. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. You were fortunate enough to have a few weeks off from college to come to LA and go to the studio with him, something you didn’t get to do often. The fact that your brother was a super famous, Grammy-nominated artist was shocking because he was always your annoying brother Donnel to you.

You weren’t the only one who was excited. Khalid was practically vibrating in his seat. You didn’t know anything about this particular session, but there was clearly something special about it that he wasn’t telling you

“So how far is this studio anyway?” All you knew was that you were on your way to Malibu which was pretty far from your hotel in West Hollywood according to Google Maps. “It’s only an hour away. Stop complaining.” “I wasn’t complaining Donnell!” you accused calling him by his middle name, something you did whenever he was getting on your nerves, which he somehow always did. “I was simply asking how far away the studio was.”

“Yeah right.” you could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

You rolled your eyes again and turned to look out of the window marvelling at the ocean as you drove down the Pacific Coast Highway. Being in college in the middle of Georgia and living in El Paso, meaning you rarely got to go to the beach so being so close to a large expanse of water was always exciting.

You couldn’t help but sit up when you noticed you were approaching a building an hour later. “Is this it?” “Yes Y/N. We’re here.”

The first thing you noticed was the trees. The studio was located on a hill surrounded by lush greenery and it had a perfect view of the ocean that took your breath away. You were by no means a creative person but you could see why someone would want to come here, it was a calming space that allowed for that kind of freedom.

When you got out of the car, you made a show of stretching when you got out of the car, only to exaggerate how tired you were to your brother who didn't even notice because his eyes were glued to his phone. “Great! He’s here.” he muttered locking his phone and placing it in his pocket. “Who’s here?” you questioned but Khalid had already started walking towards the building when he looked over his shoulder and said “Shawn Mendes.”

You couldn’t help the surprise that flashed across your features. “Shawn Mendes?” You knew who he was, everyone knew who he was and you were a fan of his music so now you were doubly excited. You knew that Shawn and your brother were friends but had no idea a collab was in the works. It then dawned on you why Khalid was so jittery and excited in the car.

As you walked into the studio, the first thing you noticed was the sound of someone playing guitar, even though it was pretty aimless strumming, you found it calming. There were 5 other people in the room who turned to look at you with warm smiles when you entered the room.

“Shawn! Hey Man!” Khalid all but yelled. Shawn immediately put down the guitar he was holding and ran towards your brother. The two hugged each other like they hadn’t seen each other in weeks and considering how much your brother travelled, that was probably the case. He then turned to you and stared at for a few seconds before shaking his head and waving somewhat nervously. “Hi, I’m Shawn.” You returned the wave, “Hi I’m Y/N, his sister.” you said as you jerked a thumb at your brother who beamed. “I thought it would be cool for her to come along and see the recording process.” “Great!” Shawn nodded. “If it’s cool with you, then it’s cool with me.”

You looked around the space and let out a low whistle. “Wow. This place is...”

“Stunning right?” Shawn finished.

“It really is.” you nodded.

“Oh!” Shawn smacked his forehead. “Where are my manners?” He turned to everyone in the room who had been watching your exchange “These are the incredible writers that I work with. Teddy Geiger, Scott Harris, Geoff Warburton and Nolan Lambroza. And this is Joel Little, our producer.”

“Hi” you waved to everyone in the room and they all responded with ‘Hi’s’ and waves of their own. After introductions were made, the two artists got down to work.

“Ok” Shawn clapped his hands together. “I don’t know exactly what this song is going to be, but whatever it is. I don’t want it to be superficial. We have to make a statement. We have to move.”

“Agreed.” Khalid nodded. “ This song could easily be one of the most important that we’ve written, so it has to be something substantial. Something that has substance.”

Shawn looked up at the ceiling. “Recently I’ve felt overwhelmed with the world recently. Khalid and I spoke about what’s been going on in the world recently and I’ve felt scared that everything that’s going on would take my youth away.”

You could see the wheels in his head turning as he said the words. He picked up his guitar and strummed a few chords.

‘You can’t take my youth away

Soul of mine will never break.

As long as I wake up today

You can’t take my youth away.’

It was the most amazing thing you’d ever seen. Almost instantly, the room flew into motion. Scott picked up a guitar and started strumming along with Shawn, who was walking around the room playing the same chords he started with.

You’d seen your brother’s creative process but watching him with Shawn and the writers in the room was something else. They were like a well-oiled machine feeding off each other's ideas. Shawn was literally bouncing off the walls while the song started taking shape. That was until they hit a wall a few hours into the session. You were seated outside on the back porch listening to Shawn and Khalid complain about the bridge.

Shawn ran his hands through his hair, “What should we do with the bridge?”

“Not sure.” Khalid answered leaning his head on the chair, staring up at the sky.

“Well,” you answered looking between the both of them. “How about repeating the pre-chorus and singing the chorus again but with more…..umph.” you waved your hands absentmindedly. At that moment Shawn looked at you like you had cured cancer. “That’s what the song is missing!” He instantly ran inside to tell everyone else, his excitement palpable. When he disappeared inside, Khalid turned to you a completely shocked. “Look at you” he smirked. You responded with a noncommittal shrug. “I’m just thinking about what might sound good. That’s all.”

A few hours and many takes later you sat in the studio with Shawn and Khalid listening to the song, or what had been done. It was 60% done and everyone was working tirelessly on the song. Shawn was in the booth laying down some vocals for the backing track and you were awe of his creative process. He was involved with every step from how the guitars sounded to the way the vocals were laid on top of each other. When you combined that with your brother’s penchant for letting go creatively, it was a match made in heaven. Their voices blended beautifully and the song was powerful while also being soft and thoughtful.

One thing you didn’t expect was to be so involved in the process. You thought you would sit in the room and watch everyone else work but Shawn kept asking you for your opinion on the song and how it sounded. Even though you weren’t musically included he made sure you were a part of the process The song felt like it was very much your song as much as it was Shawn’s and Khalid’s.

By the time the song was done, it was way past midnight and the writers had long since gone home. It was just you, Shawn and you brother sitting outside listening to the faint crash of the waves. You sighed, breathing in the ocean air. “Why here? What was it about this space that made you want to record your album here?”

“Just look at it” Shawn shrugged. “It can be really hard to slow down and be creative when you’re being pulled in a thousand different directions, so it made sense to come somewhere where I could detach and really think about what I wanted this record to be.” In the corner of your eye, you could see Khalid nodding along. ‘Sometimes you need to detach, to get that creative energy back.” he added.

“Ah! So that’s why you were ignoring my calls.” you quipped. “Got it.” At that moment Shawn burst out laughing and soon enough all of you were laughing. When the laughter subsided, you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until you said “What are you going to call the song?” Shawn looked over at Khalid, “What do you think we should call it?” “I was thinking we call it something that reflects what the song is about. How about Youth?” he replied. “Seeing as it has to do with all the shit in the world taking away our youth.”

“I love it!” Shawn smiled and you had to admit that he had a gorgeous smile. It started at the corner of his mouth and lit up his entire face. You could tell that he was content in that moment. And you couldn’t help but feel the same. “I love it and I’m positive that everyone will too.”

You weren’t sure but you thought you could see Shawn blush.

3 MONTHS LATER.

Shawn’s POV

“Shawn we need to think about who is coming on tour.” Andrew stated. You were in a meeting with your team about your upcoming tour and this was where you’d struggled. There were so many incredible artists you wanted to come on tour with you and it was a hard decision.

“What about Khalid?”

Loads of names had been thrown around and Khalid’s was one that kept coming up. You knew that going on tour with Khalid would be unforgettable. He was one of your best friends and whenever you were together, you always had a great time. Your mind went back to the Youth recording session and eventually, your thoughts landed on his sister. Even though you’d only met her that one time, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. Apart from the fact that she was stunning, she was also hilarious, her laugh was contagious and anytime she laughed you found that you always started laughing along with her. She was also thoughtful. She’d said that she wasn't musically inclined but having her in the studio meant you had a different perspective and could look to her when you needed a fresh set of ears. She had left an impression and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see her again.

“Shawn!” Andrew was waving a hand in front of your face. “Should I make the call?” You nodded enthusiastically. “I would love to have Khalid on tour.”

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Going on tour with Khalid was one of the best things you could have done. You loved what you did for a living and having one of your best friends with you made it even better. It felt good to tour with someone who was your age and could relate to you more than most.

This was easily the most fun you’d had on tour, it didn’t even feel like he was opening for you. It was just as much his tour as it was yours and the fans loved him. Every night before your set you’d stand on side stage and listen to them sing every word and scream just as loud for his as they did for you.

When the show was over, you’d both sit in your dressing and talk, sometimes about the show, sometimes about new music that you were both working and other times about your personal lives. You listened intently anytime he brought up his sister. You tried to ask as many questions as you could about her without sounding weird or desperate but you wanted to know about her. From your conversations, you knew that Khalid had a great relationship with his sister, not unlike yours and Aaliyah’s. And that was when you had a brilliant idea,

“We should invite our family to the last show.” You were almost done with this leg of the tour and it only made sense to have your nearest and dearest with you to close the show. “We could fly everyone out, including your sister.” The second you said those words you wanted to take them back. You didn’t know if Khalid knew about your crush on his sister and even if he did, you didn’t want to make it obvious, but based on the looks he was giving you, it was too late for that. You knew based on the look he was giving you that everything you felt was written on your face.

“My sister?” he said with a smirk. “It would be pretty cool to have her come to one of the shows.”

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat in an attempt to calm the rush of emotion you felt whenever her name was brought up. “Not just her though, having your whole family here is bound to be unforgettable.”

“But, you really want to see my sister.” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“That obvious huh?” you felt your cheeks getting warm.

“Dude. I could tell when you first met. You’re usually good with new people but you just kept staring at her and stumbling over your words.” he crowed, clearly taking pleasure in your discomfort.

You sighed. “I know I’ve only met her once, but there’s something different about her.”

“Okay, I’m going to shut this conversation down.” Khalid said getting up from the couch he was sitting on “You are talking about my sister.” He started to walk out of the room but stopped at the threshold and turned before walking out “I’m sure she’d love to come to the show.”

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You were nervous about this show. It was your last show of the European leg and you were playing in front of the largest audience yet. You were suddenly aware of the fact that 20,000 people were currently filing up the o2 Arena in London but that wasn’t why you were nervous. It was because she was going to be watching.

Khalid’s entire family and a lot of his friends had flown out for the show and had landed yesterday morning but you hadn’t seen her yet. You found yourself pacing the halls of the backstage area hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of her but you had no luck. You had an hour until the show started and you needed to get ready. You were about to walk to your dressing room when you heard her distinct laugh.

She rounded the corner with Khalid and their parents in tow laughing at something that her brother said. As if she sensed your presence she looked up and locked eyes with you and you felt a jolt of electricity go through you.

“Hi Y/N.” you smiled her. “H-how was your flight?”

She returned your smile. “Our flight was great.” she indicated to her parents who you’d forgotten to acknowledge. You quickly rectified your mistake and gave each of them a hug.

“Are you excited for the show?” you asked.

“So excited.” Y/N responded. “It’s been a while since I heard Khalid sing, and this would be the first time seeing you perform.

“Thanks.” you replied, feeling even more nervous than you did a few hours ago. “I- I hope you guys have a great time.” You were about to say something else but you heard your tour manager Cez call you name letting you know that you needed to get ready.

“Sorry. I’ve got to go,” you apologised as you started running towards your dressing room. “but I’ll see you after the show!” you called over your shoulder, which wasn’t the smartest idea as you lost your footage and slipped almost falling face-first with the concrete floor but luckily you caught yourself. You turned around to see Y/N laughing so hard that she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. You felt yourself blush as you tried to play off your embarrassment. “Enjoy the show guys!” you waved awkwardly as you walked away but you smiled as you heard her, “You’re going to be amazing Shawn.”

Reader’s POV

The concert was amazing. You always loved seeing your brother perform, he always got lost in the music. He loved to perform and the fact that he got to do it every night filled you with joy. He’d always send you demos of songs he was writing and Free Spirit was the one that stuck with you. It was surreal hearing him sing it in London of all places and seeing 20,000 sing his words back to him brought tears to your eyes.

By the time Shawn got on stage the screams were deafening and while you knew he was a good singer you weren’t expecting was how energetic he was on stage. You couldn’t help but scream and jump when he yelled at the crowd to do so. It was easily one of the best nights you’d had in a long time.

When Shawn and Khalid both sang Youth and you were instantly transported back to when you were in the studio while they recorded it. You felt a sense of pride hearing it bounce around the arena. Even though you didn’t write it, you had a hand in the process, albeit a very small one and you were proud of it.

When the show ended you were standing backstage with your parents and your brother when Shawn came up behind you. “Hey Shawn.” you said turning around to face him

“Hey Y/N. What did you think of the show?”

“Absolutely incredible!”

His cheeks warmed at the compliment turning a shade of soft pink. “Wow Y/N thanks. So um-I was- um.” he stuttered, running his hands through his hair. “A couple of us are going for drinks in a few to celebrate the end of the tour leg. Would you like to come?”

You stared at him for a few minutes enjoying his nervous twitching before answering

“I’d love to.”

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girlgroupshots · 7 years ago

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pairing: irene x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.4k scenario: of all the rv members no one thought irene would be the first one involved in a dating someone. disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. it does not reflect any real events or individuals.

No one ever expected Bae Joohyun to be the first member of Red Velvet outed for dating. If you asked around the likely guesses would’ve been Sooyung, or even the free-spirited makanae but Joohyun? Despite being the oldest member and the most motherly, she was also the least guessed. After all, she was a self-proclaimed homebody and from a professional standpoint she was one of SM Entertainments poster girls; even if they never said so publicly surely they didn’t want her dating either.

Perhaps there was something to the whole love finds a way saying.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were just as surprised as her members were that this ended up this way. Not to knock yourself but Bae Joohyun had to be among the most beautiful women on the planet -- out of your league had to be an understatement. At least that was what you thought back when you first met her.

It was a random occurrence, a sweltering summer day in Seoul. As such the smoothie shop you worked at was relatively busy throughout the day. She had walked up to the counter, a cap and face mask on. You didn’t question it, instead you had just politely taking her order. That should’ve been the end of it -- you had her the smoothie and never see her again. Onto the next customer right? Well that would’ve been the case if fate hadn’t intervened.

In the end you spilled the smoothie, on her no less. Dread, horror, thoughts of wanting to crawl into a hole and never leave -- you could still recall those emotions every time you thought about that meeting. Quickly you apologized, offering her the employee bathroom to clean up and literally anything else she wanted. To her part she had been nothing but understanding and sweet about the mix up but that was the first impression you made on your now girlfriend.

The rest, as they say, was history.

Joohyun became a regular at your shop, eventually learning her identity you had been a bit shocked at how you missed it the whole time. Polite conversation turned into a friendly rapport until one day you asked if she’d like to get something to eat when you got off of work. You’d never forget the blinking expression as she stared at you in response. The heat that had gone immediately to your face when realizing how crazy your offer must have sounded.

“As friends! Just, a friendly outing” had been your nervous recovery.

Joohyun had merely smiled comfortingly at you, but there was a knowing twinkle in her gaze. You’d soon learn that she was the queen of subtlety when it came to these things.

That was the first of many memories you shared with the star idol. Secrecy went without saying and there were times when you worried about the stress she might be under trying to keep this hidden from even her own members. But even through the hard times there were always more good times between the two of you.

You still remembered the first time you had watched the music video for their track Bad Boy.

The two of you were sitting on her bed, laptop settled between you. “Do we have to watch this?” she groaned, already hiding her face with the pillow she held.

“Yes, we have to.”

The fact that you had already watched it as soon as it dropped was irrelevant. As the music video started you could hear Joohyun complaining besides you. “There’s no way that’s my Bae Joohyun” you commented as she appeared on the screen; sultry, sexy, and with looks that could kill. She responded by hitting you with the pillow she was holding. “This is nothing like the Shy-Irene I know -- “

Before you could finish my teasing Joohyun promptly moved the computer from our laps and threw her leg over you, straddling your hips. She put one hand on either side of your head, trapping you beneath her as she stared down at you. It was like a switch had flipped and the fairy-like angel that was Bae Joohyun had turned into a seductress that seemed ready to take your soul. And despite the fact that you felt your heart racing, your breath caught in your throat, you knew you would willingly give it to her.

“Maybe I haven’t shown you every side of me then” her words were spoken, her tone of voice alone sending a shiver down your spine.

That night the two of you never did finish watching the music video.

Today had been no different.

You met Joohyun at her dorm, waiting until her other members had stepped out for the day either for various schedules or just for personal time. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t met them; Joohyun had introduced you as her friend a few months ago ( your cheeks still got red when recalling the memory and how nervous you had been. ) But the truth, outside of any suspicions they might’ve had, remained secret.

Currently you were waiting for her to finish getting ready before you would head out as well. As she prepared though, you couldn’t help but notice something was off. As she stood between the couch and coffee table, organizing her bag you walked over to her. You took her hand in yours giving it a reassuring squeeze. Despite the fact that she could have a stone expression at times or even a smile that could hide any internal conflict; you had learned to decipher when something was wrong.

“Hey, is everything alright?” you inquired, your tone soft.

Joohyun was quiet before giving you a small smile and reassuring smile, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Normally it was her who had the stubbornness of an old-mother but this time you channeled it, refusing to accept her simple answer. You turned her towards you, gaze focused while your tone of voice was soft. “Joohyun, you know you can tell if something is wrong...”

Her gaze, that had been distant, softened and she offered a more sincere look. “I know” she raised your hand to her lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles. When she spoke again her tone was more teasing than before, “Since when did you become so serious one, huh?”

You stepped towards her, “I’ll have you know I can be serious when I want to okay.”

Yet despite your attempt at appearing serious and seductive, Irene merely burst into a fit of laughter in front of you.

“Yah! What’s so funny?” Her laughter tended to be infectious and you tried not to give in yet there was no denying the crack in your voice. Joohyun meanwhile had doubled over and sat on the couch in an effort to control herself. You moved to position yourself in front of her. Leaning down you placed a hand on either side of head as her laughter finally began to subside. “What’s so funny, huh?”

Even with her laughter subsiding Joohyun still smiled up at you. Contrary to when she had you in this same position she didn’t seem flustered in the least. “You are” she said before reaching up and pulling your face down into an embrace. Maybe it was best to save you from further failed attempts at being serious, after all with the feel of her soft lips against your own you could hardly complain.

Little did you know this ‘innocent’ distraction would be your downfall -- of sorts.

“Oh. my. god.”

The familiar sound of Kim Yerim’s voice rang in your ears and it was as if everything was played in slow motion. The hand that had been in your half-unbuttoned shirt was quickly pulled out and you who had been straddling Joohyun’s lap quickly jumped to your feet. Your eyes soon fell to the youngest member of Red Velvet, confirming what your ears already knew.

“Yeri!” Joohyun spoke, quickly getting up from the couch and you didn’t think you had ever seen her so discomposed. “I thought you were out with Saeron.”

Yeri meanwhile just continued to stand there with a shocked grin on her face. In contrast dread was shooting through you, your mind racing at a thousand thoughts per second.

“Sooyoung-unnie owes me! I bet her that you two were dating.”

“N-no we’re not -- I mean, dating? No” you tried.

“Right.” Yeri’s expression told you it was a pointless denial but a mandatory one.

“Okay” Joohyun intervened, “I think it’s time we talked.” And although she spoke with her ‘leader demeanor’ you felt her hand slipping into yours. Knowingly you gave it a comforting squeeze. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, after all you had to tell them eventually and if Yeri’s reaction was any indicator it wouldn’t be so bad.

Whatever the case you would be there for Joohyun every step of the way.

#irene imagines #irene scenarios #red velvet imagines #red velvet scenarios #bae joohyun scenarios #irene x reader #joohyun x reader #i think ima tackle something more au-ish next

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thelazyeye · 6 years ago

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hey!! I love your work sm omg, I was wondering if your still taking requests, could you write something like,, richie has to go on a trip with his parents for like two months and the losers always tell him whats going on while hes gone and Eddie won't admit it, but he fucking misses that boy more than anything, they were having a sleepover and Eddie fell asleep hugging the bear (with glasses) that richie got him really fucking tight and bill takes a picture and sends it to richie and he just aH

Hello love, thank you so much! I am still taking requests. This was a really cute prompt and it was a lot of fun to write. I love getting AUs because it lets me explore new situations I might not have written on my own. So thank you so much for this.

Warning: It is unedited and un-proofread because I am at work and am lazy (hey, it’s the truth at least).

All things considered, everything was going according to plan. His father had been selected from a number of renowned dentists to fly to England for a convention on dentistry and the latest developments in the field. This included techniques, technology, and strategies for private practice. It was basically a how-to on making a butt load of money and keeping your patients happy. Went always said, “A happy patient is a happy paycheck.”

That’s how Richie ended up overseas for two months. The convention was only a week long, but Went was top in his field and owned his own practice so the family took the opportunity to extend and enjoy their time. Went left the practice in the hands of a trusted partner and frequently checked in via phone. Maggie was a stay at home wife, leaving behind only a book club, a wine tasting group, and losing out on a few Tupperware parties. Oh well, such is life.

Richie, however, was missing an entire summer with his friends which was, to a fifteen-year-old boy, the absolute end of the world. His parents told him time and time again that traveling Europe was the opportunity of the lifetime and that he should be enjoying this as much as possible. He was trying to, he really was. He only fought with his parents in the beginning during the convention. They took him to see Big Ben, that giant Ferris wheel thing, and those but stone things out in the middle of the field. He had to admit it was cool to see it all, even if he was bored out of his mind sometimes.

They went out to eat to a lot of fancy places, he had to learn English slang such as asking to use the loo and trying to find something decent to watch on the telly. Chips were actually fries and even though the drinking age was lower overseas he still couldn’t drink legally. they went everywhere by train. They spent their first month in England and planned to travel to France, Germany, and Ireland for the second month. By the start last week in August he would be on a plane home to his friends where he would get one solid week with them before school started up again.

It was hitting the fifth week line when the ache in Richie’s chest got unbearable. He was having the adventure of a lifetime but he missed his friends. He spent time on the phone with them when he could, gossiping with Bev and getting all of the latest bird sightings from Stan. Ben sent him letters with drawings and Ben sent him sappy poetry signed by all the Losers. Mike sent some letters, too, talking about the farm life in general. Mike had a strong, trusting presence, even in his letters. He was calm and level headed and Richie knew he was getting the most accurate, unbiased information on what their summers were like from him.

Eddie was the hardest to get in touch with. Long distance phone calls were expensive and his parents only let him call so often, not that Sonia wouldn’t intercept the call and screen it, effectively waiting Richie’s weekly call allowance. Letters were hard, also. Sonia was the one who got the mail. Richie needed to send a litter to another loser, have that loser get it to Eddie and then repeat the process to get a letter back to Richie. It was rough and dodgy at best, especially now that Richie was gearing up to really travel countries instead on staying in London.

He had gotten only two letters back from Eddie in response to the three he sent. On his third letter he told Eddie not to write back because he wasn’t sure where he was staying yet. He’d get that information to Bill and then Bill would pass it to Eddie and the others. This only made the process of getting a response even longer.

It was killing him. He was getting more from everyone except for the person he wasn’t to hear from the most. Eddie was the spit to his fire, the jack in his box, his partner in crime. Europe has been especially prank free but if Eddie were here? This city would burn to the ground.

Even what he was getting from Eddie felt like scraps. His first letter to Eddie had been two entire pages, detailing the food he ate, how boring the convention was, and what he was seeing and doing in London. He talked about how much he missed everyone, especially his cutest and bestest friend. Eddie’s response had been hardly a page. He told Richie he was glad he was having fun and that he missed him, too, all while calling him a jackass and leaving out all the details of his own summer. The letter felt vacant, empty. Emotionless. Richie would never tell anyone but it hurt a little bit, deep in his ribs and down his spine.

The second letter Richie wrote was three pages filled with his adventures and expectations. He was begging in between the lines for Eddie give him something to grasp onto. There were mom jokes, short jabs, and flirty compliments everywhere. Eddie’s next letter had been a little longer but it was still a shell of the boy he missed. Eddie only responded to the things Richie wrote.

Richie didn’t understand. His phone calls with Bev were an hour long and could always keep going. Stan’s were the same. Bill’s parents paid the international charge so they got to stay on the line for two hours. Mike’s letters were incredibly detailed and Ben’s poetry was the most frequent mail he received. Eddie was the only one who was distant. He asked Bill about it one week on the phone but Bill had shrugged it off saying Eddie was fine around them.

Maybe he didn’t miss Richie at all. Maybe he was happy Richie was gone. Maybe it was like a breath of fresh air to have a summer without the loud and obnoxious trash mouth hanging around.

Richie didn’t linger too long on those thoughts. He knew they would break his own heart and make the final weeks of his travel even harder.

Richie’s first week outside of London was spent in France. Richie saw the old city for what it was, traveling tourist spots like the Eiffel Tower and eating fish eggs which, by the way, who the fuck wants to eat that?

Two days before they were set to leave for Germany Maggie called to the common area of their lodging arrangements. She handed him a simple envelope addressed to him from Bill.

What the hell? Bill and him talked on the phone every week, why was he sending him a letter? He hadn’t mentioned sending anything over. Or did he? Richie couldn’t remember. He thanked his mom either way and headed back towards his room to finish packing the things he wouldn’t need for their last two days.

He sat down on the bed and quickly tore open the envelop, removing the contents and setting them on the bed. Inside where two things: a handwritten letter and what looked like a folded polaroid picture. He picked the letter up first.

Richie,

I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Here is a small something to hold you over until we see you again in August. Don’t ask for anymore because it’s not happening. I just thought you should see it. Maybe it’ll make this process quick and painless for everyone.

Bill

What the fuck does that mean?

Richie reached towards the folded picture quickly, eager to figure out what the hell Bill was talking about. He unfolded the polaroid and, at first, didn’t understand what he was seeing.

The picture was dark and blurred, but after a second he could clearly see a person sleeping in it. They were on a bed, a blanket wrapped around their feet and their face buried into something. Richie knew immediately that this person was a he and that he was Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie felt his heart both simultaneously speed up and break all at once and put the picture down. Why would Bill send him this? Does he know? Richie couldn’t understand how Bill could possibly know. Richie kept his real feelings locked tight in his chest. People only saw what he wanted them to see and even then, it was a far cry from the truth.

Richie picture the photo up again, unable to help himself. Maybe Eddie hated him, if the letters were any indication, but he could still indulge himself in the privacy of a locked room thousands of miles away.

Richie looked again, more closely this time. Eddie was beautiful. He on his side, his mouth hanging open slightly. It looks like he might have gotten taller, his skin tanner from days out in the sun. Some of his baby fat had melted way and his hair was hanging in his face. Richie couldn’t believe Eddie was transforming right before their eyes and he wasn’t there to see it. He would give anything to have Eddie there or to be there with Eddie. He doesn’t need anything from Eddie, he never did. Just Eddie’s presence alone is enough to fill Richie’s heart and leave him happy and bright.

Richie moved to turn and put the photo safely in his suitcase when he saw it. Eddie’s face wasn’t buried in just anything. It was buried in the light brown plush of a teddy bear. The exact teddy bear Richie had won for him three years ago. Richie knew it was the one because, as a joke, he stitched an old and broken pair of his childhood glasses to the bear and gave it to Eddie, exclaiming, “Now you’ll always have me with you, Eds!”

Eddie was sleeping, curled up with his face in the stuffed toy Richie had won for him three years ago.

Here is a small something to hold you over

Fuck.

He couldn’t wait to go home.

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Underground Terrors

Warnings: Major character injuries, blood, psychopaths, serial killers, swearing, death

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Loosely based on: The Houses October Built

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Mark Lee, also known as your boyfriend, had decided that the two of you, for his rare time off, would go extreme haunted house hunting. He had a few days off and, if you stayed in the are more or less, he wouldn’t get in trouble with his company. Of course, you knew that by doing this, you would be subjecting yourself to hearing Mark’s screams, shouts of “Yo!” followed by nervous laughter at the actors in the house and then, for the aftermath, have to help him sleep. None of which you minded, really.

You enjoyed haunted houses, didn’t mind going through and were usually pretty calm going through them. At least on the surface. On the inside, your heart would be racing a thousand miles a minute and your muscles would be so tensed up you would usually have Mark give you massage if he was around. If not, you would go to a professional to get it done, just so you were aching due to knots.

Now, finding yourself in the car beside Mark, you could feel the excitement swell in your chest. You were thankful that Mark had enough time off to hang out with you and you were more than happy to spend a few days with him doing this. However, underneath of it all, some unknown feeling churned in your stomach and made you feel a bit woozy. It felt as though something bad was going to happen and you weren’t ready to face that.

“Do you know anything about the haunts we’re going to?” you questioned, looking over at your Canadian boyfriend.

“Not a clue,” he responded, a smile on his face as he glanced over at you before turning his focus back to the road.

“So cute,” you mumbled. “You do know that some of these haunts probably won’t have background checks for their actors, right? There’s definitely gonna be some sketchy ass places we visit if we’re dealing with ‘extreme haunts’” you noted, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“Well, if anything comes up,” Mark began, taking one hand off of the wheel to grab your left hand, “I’ll protect you.”

“So romantic,” you teased, letting your lips curl up into a smile. “You know you’re the best boyfriend, right?”

“You tell me at least once a day.” Mark squeezed your hand after the statement, his cheeks moving upwards into that wonderful eye-smile of his.

You couldn’t help but to admire him. He was beautiful with just the right amount of meme-ness. Funny yet knew when to be serious. He was hard working, focused, caring, and everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. He was your perfect man and you couldn’t have asked for anyone else.

Sure, things got hard sometimes but both of you were young and inexperienced. Sometimes he put his attention on his work full time (which admittedly didn’t bother you all that much since you knew what you were getting into) but he always made up for it. On the other hand, sometimes you put your own college work before him without totally meaning to. Things happened, but you worked through them. There was no doubt in your mind that you would last for a long while.

“Where’s this first haunt supposed to be, Mark?”

“It’s about two hours away. It’s an outdoor haunt and one of the less scary ones we’ll be dealing with on this trip, but the actors have been known to get a little too close for comfort. Especially to girls. If one gets too close to you for what you feel is comfortable, let me know.”

“Will do.” and just like that, the two of you let the music from your CD’s fill the comfortable silence as you made the drive to the first haunt over the four days the two of you would be out of Seoul.

When you finally made it to the haunt, it was six o’clock and the place was already packed with people who were daring to go through with the horrors the haunt had in store. While you and Mark parked, you decided to bring up an idea for the following Halloween.

“Maybe we could go to Canada and do some extreme haunts in Vancouver. I heard there was this one called Reapers Haunted Attraction.”

“Oh! I know where that is. Me and my dad used to go when I was younger!” Mark explained, a smile on his face as he climbed out of the car, followed by you.

“That’s awesome! Maybe next year we can convince SM to let you head back to Canada for a bit.”

“I’d be down with that. Besides, you could finally meet my family as well.”

That was a thought more chilling than the haunt you were approaching. Were you ready to do that? Right now, probably not. In a year? Maybe you would be, even if you didn’t think you would. Either way, it was always a matter of you worrying about whether or not you would fit their expectations and wants. You were Mark probably favored his parents consent and happiness over even his own so, if they were to say no to you, you had no doubt that that would be the end of you and Mark.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts as Mark grabbed your hand, you flashed him a smile before the two of you finally began to walk towards the entrance. Hanging on a tree was a clock alongside a digital timer that stated that there was thirty minutes until the haunt opened. You felt excitement course through your veins as you turned to Mark, seeing the smile that was plastered over his face. You noticed how he began to bounce on the balls of his feet like a child, filling your heart with love as you watched him.

If there was one thing about Mark that you loved above all else, it was his ability to still act like a child sometimes despite the pressure and stress from his work. He was able to keep that childish side for when he wasn’t required to act like some badass. You adored him for it and you had to assume that you loved it because it allowed you to be able to be more laid back as well.

“I can’t wait to get started on this haunt,” he raved, his dark eyes glittering brightly as he looked over at you, grabbing your hand before squeezing it.

You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a hug. He wasn’t much taller than you but you were still able to comfortably rest your head on his shoulder, remaining close until it was time to begin.

When it did and you and Mark were thrusted into the darkness of the woods, only illuminated by markers to lead the way, you were then faced to deal with the actors who would rival your worst nightmares and possibly pave the way for new ones. As you walked, everything seemed relatively calm when it came to the actors until you heard the sound of something hitting a tree off in the near distance. Immediately, you knew there was something that was going to start coming at you and Mark. The boy in question apparently heard the sound as well as he picked up his pace, his eyes darting around quickly despite the fact that his smile never fell from his face.

There was a shout from behind you and you couldn’t help but to jump, turning your head to see the man dressed in a tattered and bloodied Easter Bunny costume, holding some sort of hammer in his hand. There was another muffled scream from beneath the mask of the costume before the hell-sent Easter Bunny began to run at you. Naturally, your fight or flight instincts kicked in and you and Mark set off, now following the herd of people who had decided to take a leisure walk rather than rush ahead.

You and Mark, in spite of your pounding hearts and racing pulses, were laughing the entire time until you got out of the Easter Bunny’s zone and entered somewhere else, continuing to follow the red lights that guided you to the end. Somewhere along the walk, someone expertly dressed up as a werewolf began to walk beside you. You hadn’t realized it at first until Mark looked over and let out a small yelp, his left hand flying up to cover up his mouth as he burst into laughter at your obliviousness to the wolf man beside you.

When you looked over, you jumped, a loud laugh escaping from your lips as you looked at the actor who smiled at the innocent reactions of you and your boyfriend before he moved on to try and terrorize some people who were more on edge than Mark and you were. Continuing on, the two of you managed to finish the haunt by the time eight o’clock came around. While walking back, you were approached by the wolf man again as you walked along the path back to the cars.

“You two were the chillest people I’ve ever met when it came to just walking beside. I’ve had people try to hit me before, I’ve had people threaten me and swear at me for scaring their dates. It’s insane. But you two were great. The others I encountered weren’t nearly as amusing,” the actor chuckled before looking around, realizing he was almost out of his zone, and then waved you and your boyfriend goodbye.

“He seemed nice,” you commented as you continued back to the car.

“Agreed. Now on to the next haunt.” and with that, you were off.

The next two days had gone swimmingly. The haunts were fun, most lived up to their names of being “extreme” as they often had the actors get close and even touch the participants in the haunt. Quite a few got a scream out of Mark and a bit of a yelp out of you but, aside from the adrenaline from the fright, it was fairly chill.

Now, on your final night of extreme haunt hunting, Mark said he had saved the best for last. It was another outdoor haunt that was based in the woods near a park. The park itself was pretty much surrounded by forest despite being so close to Seoul, but you couldn’t complain. As long as it was fun, you couldn’t have a care in the world.

As you drove to the last haunt of your four day travel, Mark explained that this one was meant to fuck with your mind. It was more of a psychological haunt than a jumpscare based one and, he stated as he grabbed your hand, “I chose because I know how much you love those psychological horror movies.”

Finally pulling into the parking lot that would lead you to the entrance of the haunt, Mark parked the car and you were making your way towards the looming and intimidating forest. Something caused fear to spread through your body and freeze the blood in your veins. Something felt wrong about this haunt, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was and you didn’t want Mark to feel disheartened after searching so long to find something you would like. However, it didn’t change the fact that your heart was slowly beginning to speed up in your chest although you had no idea what the haunt really had in store just yet. For all you knew, it could be some cheap ass attraction that wasn’t even that scary.

Settling into line beside Mark, you tuned into the conversation the two older girls in front of you were having, you fear and concern only continuing to solidify.

“I heard people who got lost on the path ended finding bodies hanging on trees. Like real human bodies just… shoved onto the lowest branches.”

“That’s so sick. Hopefully we don’t get lost,” the second girl grimaced.

“Knowing you, that’s probably what’s going to happen,” the first one teased, nudging her friend in the side.

With that, you tuned out their conversation, turning your attention to the woods that stood imposingly in front you, looming and making you feel small. You grasped Mark’s hand tightly in yours, trying to use him as you escape from the terror that weighed on your heart.

“You good, Y/N?”

“Yeah, just a little nervous is all. This one seems like it’ll actually be intense,” you responded, not technically lying but at the same not being completely truthful to the man beside you.

“I feel the same. But we’ll get through it. Just remember, I’ll always protect you.”

You smiled at him before your attention was snatched away at the sound of the bells going off, signalling the start of the final haunt of the week for you and Mark. And with that, you were off.

Though the two of you tried your best to stay on the path and follow the crowd, it certainly didn’t remain that way as you accidentally made a wrong turn at one point. By now, the darkness was complete and there was nothing to show the way but the flashes on your phones that were dwindling in battery. As you walked, you remained quiet, hoping not to attract any actors that may be wandering around to terrorize lost souls.

“Y/N, look over here. I think there’s someone el- Oh my God! We need to get out of here now!”

Before you could even process what was going on, Mark was running back towards you, grabbing your arm and dragging you off in another direction. From behind you, you could hear the thudding steps of someone trailing you, no intent of slowing down either.

“What’s going on, Mark?” you shouted over at him, your heart racing in your chest. You hated this. Your guy feeling had been right in the first place and now you were probably going to face the fatal consequences from it.

“He… He was pushing someone onto a branch… and when he saw me he started to walk until I ran… We need to find the car, Y/N!”

You both ran until all direction was lost. Though the the running of the killers steps had stopped, it didn’t still the fear in either of your hearts. When you had finally slowed down, you began to look around just to ensure that the killer hadn’t found you so soon after stopping to catch your breath. You felt Mark grabb your arm again but, before he could pull you to him, you had run into something. Or rather someone. You let out a yelp as you let your phone light go up to show the rotting face of someone who, as Mark had described, was hanging from a branch.

At this point, the fear was so intense that you were sure you were ready to cry. This wasn’t what Halloween was supposed to be. It was supposed to be fun with make-believe monsters. Serial killers weren’t supposed to ruin it. They were supposed to be locked up for life. Not ruining the lives of two nineteen year olds.

Just as you turned away, Mark let out a pained groan, his voice choking up in his throat. Shakily, you raised the light to see that there was the tip of a knife protruding from his shoulder and a man behind him. The man was mangy, his hair greasy and matted. He had bloodstains on his face and outfit and a completely insane look in his eye. As he pulled the knife from your boyfriend’s shoulder, you were finally able to begin acting and lunged forward, grabbing Mark before the chase began again.

Just as you turned to run away, the serial killer slashed down with his blade, cutting through your jacket and shirt before slicing your arm and allowing a hot trail of blood to run from the wound. The pain, however, was silenced by the adrenaline as you and the teary eyed man beside you continued to run, avoiding bodies as you did so.

The air in your lungs was quickly diminishing and a stitch was forming in your side, making it difficult to continue running. However, you pushed on as you the light of something up ahead. Pouring more strength into your horror filled flee, you headed towards the light, seeing that the people who had been at the entrance were gathered there.

You could hear the outrages from parents who had lost their teenagers to the woods as well as people who had originally come as couples losing their significant others to one of the odd turns. When you and Mark had burst into the clearing, bloodied and horrified with leaves in your hair and tears in your clothes, you had to rush to tell them that there was a killer in the woods that had been following you and your partner.

“He… he was putting people on branches like some sort of sick decoration,” you wheezed out, trying your best not to sound like an insane person.

From here, an outbreak arose, only worsening by the sight of the man in question. There were those who tried to run towards the entrance, following the trail they used to get to the clearing and then those who were too shell shocked to do anything. Above all, though, was the director of the haunt. From the faux cabin the director set up, he produced a gun, his eyes set and shimmering with a hate that could only come from a personal experience.

Mark and you had darted towards where he was, hiding behind him as he fired the first two shots, hitting the killer in the shoulder and in the stomach. He was down like that, as any normal human would be, before the director walked over, seeming like he was going to talk to the killer or take his weapon. Just as he bent down, however, the knife found itself lodged in his throat. Though the killer didn’t say anything, there was the unspoken words of “you’re going down with me” before the director collapsed, blood spurting from the now empty wound on his neck as he pulled out the blade.

Deciding you could no longer watch, you began to make the run towards the car, not bothering to stop and look behind until you reached the vehicle. Once settled into the seat, it was decided to then go to the hospital.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” Mark mumbled, his eyes brimming with tears once more.

“Mark, it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known. Let’s just get stitched up and head home. I think from now on we can just stay in and watch movies on Halloween.”

“I can agree to that. I’m done with haunts,” he laughed a bit, wincing at the pain in his shoulder, as he continued to drive, taking you to the nearest hospital.

It was a night you knew you would never be able to stop reliving, but for now, it would be one that you would simply have to overcome throughout the years, no matter how difficult or who was at your side. You may be a bit fucked up because of it, but it would have its positive effects alongside its negative ones.

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