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[berryz-writes]

Not yet

Azriel x reader

Summary: Your not ready to tell Azriel's family your mates in fear of them not liking you

note: It's just Az being the standard and the cutest shit ever. Also its pretty short im sorry lovelies <3

"I don't want to. Not yet" I murmured to Azriel, snuggling closer to his warmth. His hands ran up and down my back, sending small shivers down my spine.

"And why is that, sweetheart?" He replied, his voice slightly hoarse from having just woken up, pressing small kisses to my face. I opened my eyes and tried to get used to the light in the room. It was a Saturday, one of the days Azriel was content to just lie in bed with me with no commitments for the rest of the day.

"I just...I don't think they'll like me. I know it's stupid but I don't know them well enough. What if they think I'm using you or don't actually love you? What if they convince you that I'm not good enough?" I waited for him to say something. I didn't usually have anything bad to say against his family but I was never comfortable around new people. Especially if they were such important figures in our court. A slight sigh left his lips "Y/n. Do you really think I'd stop loving you if one of them told me to?...not that they would"

I sat up and tucked my hair behind my ear, his heat suddenly too much. "No but it's not just that. Imagine I say something wrong. I know their your family but their also high lord and lady. What if I say something...I don't know politically wrong? They'll laugh at me and think how in the world are us two mates."

Azriel moved his arm around my waist and pulled me back to lay down on the bed, his hand moving through my hair in a soothing motion. "They will think nothing of the sort because you are perfect. But if it makes you feel better we can wait for as long as you want. Feyre was talking about inviting the wonderful florist tomorrow. Accept her offer and get to know everyone a bit"

I thought about it and slowly nodded my head. "Fine."

Azriel was right because Feyre did invite me the next day.

"Y/n! Oh these are gorgeous! You've outdone yourself" Feyre said admiring the bouquet I had prepared

I smiled and handed her the card with all my business details "Thank you high lady. If anyone asks where you got them from please give them this."

"Feyre, please. No formalities between us"

I nodded my head "Feyre it is then"

She turned her attention to the rest of the shop looking around the flower filled store "You have such a peaceful life. Living amongst flowers and smelling like roses all the time"

I let out a small laugh. Very peaceful. Sometimes a little too peaceful. "I suppose. Although it get's boring at times"

Feyre's eyes lit up in excitement "You should come to dinner tonight! It'll be something different for you and we can get to know each other more"

I thought about what me and Azriel had discussed earlier. Now was the perfect opportunity, to meet his family. "Oh...I don't want to intrude. I don't know-"

She shook her head "Nonsense. Your coming tonight. Everyone will be scrambling over each other to get to know you"

I looked around the store, hoping for a sign as to what I should do. The only sign I could see however was the open sign on the front door.

"Fine. I'll come. Thank you the for the invite high- Feyre"

She beamed and gave me a quick hug, slightly surprising me before walking out with her bouquet of flowers. I sighed. Well I suppose I better go home and change so I looked slightly decent at least.

*Dinner, a few hours later*

Azriel cleared his throat slightly before continuing "Did you want something lov- y/n?"

I paused and clenched my jaw at the slip up. The chatter at the table was luckily loud enough for no one to quiet hear what he was saying. This was the first time I had been happy for Cassian's loud voice. I shook my head "I'll get it myself, thank you" I reached over and picked up the dish, adding a few potatoes to my plate, trying not to gather attention towards us two. Really. Azriel wasn't very good at following instructions. If someone had heard that I don't know what I would have done.

Probably jumped out a window or something.

"Everything alright?" Rhys asked looking over at me first, then Azriel and then me again. I nodded my head quickly and gave him a smile "Fine, everything's fine" Azriel didn't reply merely nodding in agreement too.

I let out a sigh of relief when he turned away and took a sip of his wine. Luckily dinner passed with no other accidents happening. I watched as everyone took their seats in the living room, Feyre and Rhys cuddled up on the couch while the others sprawled here and there, Elain having gone up because of a headache.

Azriel stood half hidden by his shadows in the door way, I could sense him even though I couldn't see him without squinting my eyes.

Come to the kitchen. It's important

His voice echoed in my mind, his deep and low voice making me miss him even though he was just inches away. I got up making an excuse of needing water and walked over to the kitchen, past the dining room where we had just sat. Before I could process what was happening I was against a wall and Azriel's lips were on mine, his shadows cocooning us in a dark and peaceful bubble. He kissed me like he was starving and he couldn't get enough.

We finally pulled apart my hands resting on his chest "Azriel" I warned him, the lust filled look in his eyes ready to devour me. His hands ran up and down my body, my waist, my hips warming each part of me.

"I want to tell them. I want to tell them about my perfect and beautiful mate." He whispered his eyes dark and his hair falling forward onto his forehead. I pushed a strand away "I can't right now. I'm not ready"

I knew even if I shook my head once Azriel would understand. His hopeful expression dropped slightly but his lips remained in a small smile "Let me take you home now, sweetheart. I can't live without having you close to me"

I rolled my eyes but smiled all the same "Don't be so dramatic"

He didn't reply, instead tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "We're going" He said finally and winnowed us on the spot. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone but all thoughts left me as Azriel looked at me with his devilishly handsome grin.

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[jakesangel]

unrequited love w jake - 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 event request

preview : he is always putting you first, why can't he be his girlfriend. allas, you're only his childhood best friend

word count + genre : angst ( i tried to ) . 3.1k ( word vomit so it's not proofread

warning : dorm roommate, childhood best friends, confession, rejection, happy ending, reader gets in her head easily but never cries, jake is a sweetheart

having jake as a bestfriend is the best thing possible in the world. the sweet australian boy who always help you for your physic exams or who's being his dog layla when you're on your period. but it's also the worst thing because of random girls asking you for his number or being hugged by him because you're his cute little sister. it's even worse because no boys are hitting on you, being too scared of to hit on the leader soccer team's favorite girl. so you're jsut left to watch your love story inexist, daydreams of kissing jake the only thing you can do.

baby y/nie ? are you listening to me ? he said with a pout when he realized you werent listening to his usual lego rants while doing lego. sorry jaeyunie, i just keep thinking about our last exam, but i'm here now, you say as you try to convince him tho the pet name made you sadder than what your thoughts did. y/n ? youre okay ? his worry overtaking his body, dropping the lego piece comming closer to you, you know im here for you hm ? his round eyes searching yours. yes, i promise yunie ! im sorry for worrying you, please tell me about that star wars lego set ? to pretedn to the fullest youre acrually okay, you finish your sentence with your hand on his cheek, smiling softly at him but it wssbt needed as hearinf the wors star wards and lego set together pearked his imaginary puppy ears. he goes back on the set, talking about how excited he is for the pieces to arrive tomorrow, indirectly asking you to do them with him tomorrow . i'm studying tomorrow yunie, i’m not done yet with the last chapter, you reply with some sadness filling your voice, not believing of what you gonna say next, but you could do it with emma ? he gives you a confused expression that can only warms your heart, emma ? why would i do lego with her ? its our thing baby y/nie, he answers nonchalently, as he places the last piece on his now finishes thor hammer. finally ! its looks so good isnt it ! he shows you the piece finally done, come on we need to put it up, it's the best one we've ever done ! he excitedly said, jumping on his feet to go to his bedroom. you followed smiling to his puppiness but also from his unasked reasurance. wouldn't it be better in the living room ? i want to see it too, you say w round eyes too, genuinely wanting to see you guys work everyday. which he is more than happy to comply, his love for your happiness alwaya taking over when it fomes to you. omg yes ! always having good ideas, y/nie !, kissing your cheek as he goes to tje round tbale in the center of the kivinf room.

it comes to a shock, coming back from classes to see the said emma on the sofa, checking the lego pieces done just a day before. oh hi y/n, i didn't hear you coming, she said staying on the sofa, just turning around, not even greeting you properly. she has that arrogant smile of hers, paired w her high knee boots and mini skirt. you smile back, going straight to your room, studies waiting or you, you know i should thank you for talking about me to jake but it would be hypeocite of me to do so. we all really really hate you, so please, once jake is mine, stop bothering me hm ? she warned me before turning around to reapply your lipgloss. you can't even defend yourself as jake comes back from his room, smiling at you. baby y/nie ? how was your day ? he asked as he comes for a hug. just classes, you know how it is. you ? you hug him tighter to piss emma even more. as much as he will never date you, he is still your jake and everyone knows it, that she likes it or not. dont wait for me tonight, im having dinner with emma. but i made you your usually study snack and ive made a study plan waiting for you on ur desk. please use it well hm ? he softly says, detaching from you, see you later baby y/nie, domt stuyd too late! he says, coming closer to her, not even looking at her but taking the girls hands, making her proudly smile at you, winning the mental battle you both had. he doesnt even see it as he waits for you to bid him goodbye, which you gladly do, not forgetting to add the baby innfromt of his name, makimg him giggle and getting a frown from her. finally gone, you enter your bedroom, plopping on your bed, softly sighing, taking in everything that had happened. why would she hate me ? ive never ever talked to her, but when she asked me his phone number. and who is we ? are the girls threatened by you ? do they think i have a chance with jake ? or even the boys ? that would explain why none of thek ask me out ? but what about him ? is emma even his type ? she is pretty and seems smart but she is also so arrogant and entitle ? cant he see it ? or is it actually what he likes ?

trying to study is useless, your thoughts belonging to jake, you can only take a shower and pray for the best tomorrow. but even as you shampoo your hair, you can't help but think about emma's reaction. was she really scared of you or is it just her usual self ? so you've been standing there, the water hitting your scalp, for 30 minutes, trying to figure out what you should do. if she was really scared of you that means you can actually have a future with jake as your boyfriend. all the baby y/nie or little gesture will come out as romantic and not as his little sister anymore. as you realized you have a chance, you finish your day in peace, eating the snack jake made you, his infamous ramen, heating it up before going the watch a movie on the sofa. it's only mid movie in, you hear the keys in the door, announcing jake's arrival. i'm in living room ! you whisper yell, letting him know of your presence. y/nie ? why are you still awake at this time bby, he say wrapping his arms around your neck, are you done studying, he finally whisper in your ear, making you all fuzzy. not really, but i saw your study plan, i'll read it before sleeping. join me ? the movie is almost done. you offer, your head titling so you can look at him, i also want to cuddle with you and you can tell me about your date ? you ask cutely, knowing jake wouldn't never say no to cuddles with you. anything you want bby, he says with a kiss before detaching himself from your back. he would smile as he lay on your belly, indirectly asking you to play with his hair, which isn't even needed to be asked. he rubs his face on you, almost cat like, and hums finally getting comfortable. did you have a bad day yunie ? you seemed okay earlier. you softly ask, still brushing hair hair. yeah, it's just emma. she isn't how i thought she was and she talked bad about you so im just disappointed. i could never date someone who doesn't like you bye y/nie, you mean to much for me he says, his head finally lift up, looking right at you. besides she is too much of a diva, i prefer someone like you. someone who wouldnt judge me for playing legos or playing with my hair without needing to be asked to, he smiles at you. i'm really lucky to know you y/nie, he finishes, his head finally going back on the rubbing, acting as if those words were normal to be told, but you know jake is someone really vocal, specially to you, but you can't help but hear something else. like he wants you. and more than just friends. me too yunie, im really really happy to have you by my side. besides who wouldn't want to play with your soft hair, i love them so much. you say making the both of you giggle. and it's like that, the day ends, jake laying on you and you playing with his hair, comfort filling the living room.

omg jake wake up ! we're gonna be late for the exam ! is how up you started your day. but you're now, here, almost tearing where you were soothing jake yesterday who is now the one comforting you, which is something you hate the most. i'm okay jake, we don't have to talk about it, let's just order pizza please. jake knows you aren't the type to talk about your feelings, specially when you feel like crying but for some reason today he can't stop pressuring you, come on y/nie baby, we can talk about it. im sure u didn't do that bad, you'll do better next time, he tried to reassure you, his hand coming to your hair, stroking it. jake, you said, going back, leaving a inch between the two of you, i do not want to talk about it. are you gonna order them or should i do it, you reply almost too coldly. y/n please, i know you, you don't have to keep it in. i'm sorry you feel disappoint- if you know me you'd know i don't want to talk about it nor do i enjoy being in this position right now, jake, you cut him off leaving the living room to go in your bed room, leaving a sad puppy by himself. you feel awful for snapping at him, but you couldn't help it as your nerves are already hanging w a thin thread because of that exam. and having jake all over you, interrogate you with question over your feelings is too much.

you didn't realized you zoned out, right here, sitting up on the edge of your bed, until you hear jake's knock on your door, y/n ? can you open the door please ? you hear a scared jake on the other side of the door, yeah come in, making him enter your bedroom. he never looked this sad, your best friend never wanted to make you sad or be the cause of your distress. ive ordered the pizzas do you want some ? he softly ask, slowly coming towards you, scared to do the wrong thing. it's in the kitchen if you do want it. he is finally in front of you, kneeling up to see your face. i'm sorry if i pressured you, y/nie, i know you don't like being vulnerable. i don't know why i pressured you. he softly tells, his finger lifting your chin to look at him. my apologize baby. he finishes with his eyes asking for forgiveness. i'm so sorry too, i shouldn't have lashed out on you, you say as you throw your arms around you. you're always so so nice to me, i shouldn't have snapped at you. i'm sorry jake, you really dont deserve it, as your arms thigthens around his neck. hearing you, only made his heart sadden, he picks you up by your thighs, to make you more comfy in the bed w a come on baby,let's get you comfy. you can only giggle to that making his heart and mind happy again. once settled, your head on his chest, his on your pillow, a comfortable silence falls upon the both of you. his arms encircling you and his thumbs softly stroking your skin, his soft scent filling up your nose, made you feel such at peace. cuddling with jake is always so calming and comforting and it's somehow making you fearless to tell him your true feelings. jaeyunie ? you say looking up to him, asking for his attention. hm ? he just replies , already looking at you. always looking at you. i feel really good with you. i love being in your arms or playing with your hair. you're confident jake likes you back, he wouldn't be here if he didn't right ? me too y/nie baby, me too, he softly chuckled, happy that you arent mad at him anymore. no jake i mean it, i love it all. youre so nice, and smart and i just can't help but want to be more than your best friend. you expected to see a jake smiling at you, but you're faced with a jake with a confused furrowed brows. what ? as he detach himself from you, to actually look at you, looking for any joke in your face. i hate it when you go on dates with others girl or when you call me baby because im a year younger than you, i want to be the one holding your arm on friday nights or being called baby because you like me as your gf, you explain yourself, the end of the your phrase said in a whisper. and the once comfortable silence became anxious to you, jake processing your tirade. do you not feel the same way ? you asked scared of his verdict, but that only made him leave the room, shock overtaking him.

since then jake been avoiding you. the once nights fulled of braiding jake's hair and legos are now replaced with the living room empty, the light always turned off. jake spent his time either at practice or in his room, even avoided you in the kitchen, going in when you leave or leaving you when you go in. you on the other hand, is busying yourself with studies trying to do your best for the next final but it's mostly to stay in denial of your current situation. you've lost your best friend, and every time you come out of your room, the thor hammer keeps reminding you of it. he even stopped offering his help for any studies, or prepared you any study snacks. he stopped looking at you or mentioning you. the girls also stopped coming to you for his number, sensing the shift of your dynamic with him, but going straight to him. it even more painful now to see so many dolled up girls all over him, all of them knowing you aren't in the picture anymore. so here you are, spending a friday night by yourself after the long week full of studying n repressing your feelings. you know jake isn't going to be here tonight, surely in one of many dates he has, so you snuggle yourself on the couch along with snack you bought yourself earlier. but it came to a surprise, to see jake arriving at 7pm. he stops when he sees the tv light on, not knowing if he should greet you or not. he simply stay frozen, the both of you staring at each other, but like a week ago, he leaves you alone, going into his bedroom. and you thought all of this didnt affected you that much, but as you have nothing to focus on anymore, you can only cry, right there, in front of the movie you picked earlier, for the first time in a long time.

the tears keep failling down as the movie goes by, the tv light the only thing linking your mind and reality together, you can't even hear how loud you are. your sobs doesn't go unnoticed by jake, coming out of his room. you don't even hear his first y/n ? your back the only thing he can see. he never saw you nor hear you crying, and the scene in front of you is way too funny to make you cry. so he calls again, louder, with no answers but the slightest from the movie. he tries one last time, with a hand touching your shoulder, making you leave that weird trance you were in. jake ? you say as you wipe your tears. wha- what do you want ? you ask, failing to pretend that you are okay. he doesn't reply right away, coming to sit next to you. he opens his arm, a sign of an invitation not sure if you're okay with it or not, but still wanting to offer. you on the other hand were craving his touch, so you juts crawl on his lap, hand clenching on his hoodie, tears automatically coming back.

he lets you cry for a while, still trying to soothe you with hair strocks and shhh, even rocking you side to side but as he seems your tears don't fade away, his hands leaves your hair to hold gently the both side of your face, y/nie look at me please, he whisper. but as you can't even dare to look at him, a mix of shame and sadness filling your body, he'd just start kissing your tears. come on y/nie,as he keeps on pecking your face, i want to tell you something but i need you to look at me first, the long time per names finally coming back. you slowly turn your eyes to his, only to see adoration on his, speaking silently to you. i am so sorry of how i reacted this entire week. i was so shock when you told me you liked me, i genuinely saw you like my little sister, my long time bestfriend i've always had. i couldn't possibly imagine myself dating you. but i should have told you that instead of being a dumb ass. and then i felt so so ashame, i couldn't even face you in the kitchen. how i could i make the most important person in my life,so sad and, he stops, a hand coming to his hair, trying to find his words, i just couldn't bear it anymore. that time away from you made me realize that i in fact like you too y/nie. i cant live without you baby. who will i do my legos with ? or go home to, to have my hair played with ? or eat my not so good ramen whne i make them, he says between chuckles, making you laugh too. what i wanna say is that, i dont want any of those activites to be done with anyone else. i just want you y/n.

notes : hai anon, i've never written any fic before, n im not even gonna talk about the angst, i hope it feeds you well tho > < i actually didn't want to write it as i don't write anything fictional but i somehow liked ur request so here it is <3

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[idontego]

We Should Make Up | Kaji x Reader

Summary: This is kind of a part 2 to the break up headcannon i wrote. Kaji sees you entering a bar and can’t help but seek you out and try to make amends with you after your breakup.

A/n: This was so rushed bc i have somehwere to be so i will more than likely go back and make adjustments to this! Let me know what you think! ALSO TOMORROW’S EPISODE WE GET TO SEE OUR MAN AGAIN IM SOOOO EXCITED!!!!🤍

Warnings: breakups, alcohol, suggestive toxic relationship habits, co-dependency, swearing

It was out of the norm for you to go out, and by go out i mean bar hopping, drinking in public places with your friends or worse- strangers. It had been a few months since you and Kaji split up and as much as you didn’t want to, your friends finally convinced you to go out with them. You wanted to hurl at the idea of Kaji finding out about you going out and even worse, drinking on top of it. It was one thing that he would be upset over, strictly because he always felt the need to watch you and be with you out in public only to protect you and it was another thing, because he imagined how easily you could be taken advantage of if you were intoxicated. Just the thought of these things could easily set him off.

You entered the bar wearing a black mini dress with a corset top, squeezing your rib cage and extenuating your breasts and a regular pair of heels that were semi comfortable, nothing over the top. You didn’t know where this night would end but your friends were sure they’d help you make the most of it.

Meanwhile, Kaji sat in his room preparing to patrol and do his almost daily routine of also checking up on you from afar-watching. He was walking down the same street you were on and was concentrating on individuals around him-scanning the area for any threats, and that’s when he saw you. His eyes immediately widened and his jaw dropped almost to the floor as his lollipop hit the ground. He was shocked seeing you in such close proximity to him and you were wearing that?! And you were here?! But you looked so good, so tempting. His eyes examined your figure until he shook his head and ripped open another lollipop wrapper, tossing it in his mouth. His face of shock quickly turned into anger. He looked left, right, and left again to see if anyone he knew was about to see him enter the same building you were in. Kaji did not go out, ever. He didnt like the people, didnt like the setting, didnt like the idea of sweaty shit faced people rubbing up so close to each other, especially you.

His eyes met yours amongst the crowd- if looks could kill, he would be the embodiment of it. You’ve never seen him glare this hard before. Or at least not at you. “Oh shit.” You mumbled under your breath. You swiftly turned your head around in the opposite direction, which was a sad attempt at playing off seeing him-hoping he didn’t recognize you.

To only make matters worse, when you turned around, you bumped into a guy’s chest causing him to spill his drink. “I’m so sorry. Oh my gosh.” You apologized.

“No worries! I’ll just get another one. Why don’t you come with me to get something for yourself as well.” He said with a big grin on his face.

“Uh, sure!” You replied following him. Could this be your escape from Kaji’s glare? Did he lose you in the crowd by now?

You approached the bar and waited on your drinks when you heard a gruff voice behind you and their body heat against your back. “Hey!” Kaji said with the same glare on his face.

“She has a boyfriend ya’ know.” He proceeded

“Oh, really?” The guy questioned.

“She does.” Kaji confirms. Kaji already made his point very clear to this man and you and his stance and the look on face had ‘do not fuck with me’ written all over it.

You closed your eyes in an attempt to disappear but this was actually happening.

“I dont actually.” You blurted out. “In fact-“ Kaji cut you off grabbing your waist and leading you out side of the bar.

“What the hell are you doing her-“

“Did you really think finding some random drunk guy here would solve all of your problems? What were you thinking? Did he try to get with you?”

“Kaji, that’s not what i was hoping would happen. The girls wanted me to go out with them just for tonight because I’ve declined every other time because it still just didn’t feel right to do something like this even though we aren’t together. You know just as much as i do that i never liked going out or drinking.”

“This dress looks really good on you by the way. It’s a shame i never got to see you in it til’ now.” He said rolling his eyes and completely disregarding what you said.

You blushed at his compliment and your heart began to flutter again. Gosh.. why does he have to have this effect on you. “Kaji, we need to talk.” You said, looking at the ground.

He lifted up your chin, so you’d look him in the eyes for what he was about to say. “I agreeI just want to start off by saying that you don’t know how hard these past few months have been for me. Losing you was one of the hardest things for me. I didn’t know how to cope. My friends tried to help me, but i pushed them away. Everythin’ everyday made me think of you and i was completely consumed with the idea that you were gone for good. I was obsessed with the thought of why we ended things the way we did and I felt like i couldn’t protect you as much as I’d like which drove me even more crazy. I lashed out on anyone that we’d get in fights with-exceeding my limits and going over board because i wanted to make sure people like them never got a hold of you. There’s so much more but i-“

You cut him off with a kiss and your eyes were filled with tears. You had the most intense feeling of regret and sorrow for him and also the mourning of your relationship. You wanted him back. You needed him just as much as he needed you. You wanted to make things right. He rested his hands on either side of your waist and you kissed you back-matching your passion.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” You pulled away from the kiss wiping your tears.

“It’s fine. missed you, y’ know?”

“I can’t ever lose you again. I knew we’d come back tho.” You managed to smile and even let out a giggle while saying.

[seonghwanotes]

new years eve | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 953

a/n: this was originally a collab but i completed the ending bc the writer i collabed with had closed her acc so yeah, this had me thinking for a lil bit. ALSO THE GIF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im getting bias wrecked big time, i cannot imagine being yunhonotes 😭 (21 Aug 2021)

a/n: as i write this, it is 28th sept 2023 😭 had this in my drafts for a while, did not proofread at all so will just post this up for now x

It was finally the most awaited week of the whole year, Christmas week. It was a family tradition for everyone to start preparing for Christmas when December came by but this year round, you were away from your family and you were spending it with Yunho and his friends. Considering that everyone was busy with their own schedules and you finally got a break till New Years, you began your preparation a little later than usual.

But as usual, Christmas went by in a blink of an eye. Right after you had taken down the Christmas tree all by yourself, you let out a loud sigh, feeling a little sad. It certainly felt a little different since it was something you’d do together with your family members but it didn’t feel as lonely since you were with your loving boyfriend.

You grabbed your phone off the couch and took a picture of the now dismantled tree, sending it to Yunho who was at practice with the boys. Not even a second passed, he had seen your message and immediately called you.

“Oh, hello?”

“Y/N, how can you take down the tree without me helping you out? It must have been hard, especially with the upper part of the tree.” He scolded you, making you chuckle.

“Yunho, it’s fine. I was gonna do it by today anyway and I was free after you left so I just got it done. You would be home later anyway. I used a chair in case you were wondering.” You replied back, earning a sigh from him. You didn’t need to be next to him to see his pout and know that he was upset for not helping you out.

You waited for a bit as you sat down, grabbing your gifts you got for Yunho along with the gift wrapper. You set your call on speaker mode and put your phone down. You could only hear some of the boys whispering to each other but it wasn’t too audible since the background music was blocking their voices out.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t wait till you came home but tomorrow’s New Years eve! You know I don’t like keeping the tree up for longer than 3 days. Anyway, I’m going to the supermarket soon to get some stuff for our dinner tomorrow.” You told him, still not getting a response back. “Should I get champagne too?”

You and Yunho spent a homely Christmas together as everyone was with their family except for the two of you. It was not much but work has definitely made your lives much more busier, causing you two to not get presents for each other in time that you were doing it pretty late. Not that it mattered to you at this age but you felt bad for not carrying out a simple task.

You started wrapping your presents, occasionally glancing at your phone to see if he was about to end the call since he wasn’t answering you back. There was some light bickering among the boys but you couldn’t hear what they were talking about. “Jeong Yunho, If you wanted to help me out so badly, do me a favour and ask the boys what they would want for gifts or I’m wrapping vegetables for all 8 of you.”

Your threat seemed to slightly work as you heard Mingi chime at the other side of the call, “Ya, I don’t want vegetables this year. You better ask her for her size or I’m asking her myself!”

Size? Your size for what? You were about to voice out but Yunho cut you to it. “Well, that sounds fine. Go ahead, baby.”

“So you want me to get vegetables for them?” You questioned, earning a yell from Jongho.

“Y/N! Don’t listen to hyung! Get us what you feel like getting us except vegetables… what? Oh, no mint chocolate for Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung. We love you!” He yelled, making you laugh. These boys were enough to make you feel like you were at home.

“Not sure why I’m on speaker mode but okay.” You answered back, hearing someone getting a hard smack. You were about to end the call but stopped when Yunho called out. “Baby, wait! One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Your hand is almost the same as San’s right?” The question almost came out as a whisper, Yunho knowing you would get agitated at that question since your hands were the size of a child compared to his delicate giant ones.

“You know the answer already. Why are you even asking this? Are you getting me a bracelet from Pandora or what?” You asked him, sealing the gift wrapper with a ribbon on top for Yunho’s gift, which was a Rolex watch and matching rings that you’ve been eyeing for a while now.

A silence was heard initially, then a voice followed along. “Yeah, would rose gold do?”

Your cheeks flushed, “Ah, um, yeah. See you later then. Tell the boys to be early tomorrow. Oh, I’ll get 3 bottles of champagne then, okay?”

“Okay, sure thing. Yes, 3 is fine. I love you.” Yunho replied, sending a kiss through the call.

“Love you too.” You responded and ended the call.

One gift wrapped and there was more to go. You sighed, pushing them away for awhile and opened your laptop to surf the internet, making a list on what to buy for the boys, wanting it to be meaningful as well. Even if Christmas wasn’t as joyful as you wanted it to be, New Years was going to be the most memorable holiday you had in a while and you couldn’t wait for it to arrive.

[crazytea5]

I have a request to make if you are willing. Platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri x snake loving reader.

please and thank you.

OF COURSE I CAN!Im actually a snake lover myself so this is easyish. But I’m adding another character to make this better. If you want a part 2 just ask

One day you were working at your snake cafe. Your parents owned it and wanted you to inherit it when you grow up! You were excited for the day you’d own the restaurant but currently you were only 12 so you had to wait. “Reader Reader! I found a new book!” Miss Mitsuri said. “Oooo what is it?” You replied “It’s a Yandere story. The main protagonist starts to love the Yandere due to them being the only person they ever see. It’s kinda scary…” Mitsuri says “I’ll ask my mom and dad to get me a copy after work!” You say in response “Me and Jeremy will need to come early to work tomorrow.” You say saddened. “Oh? Why?” Mitsuri asked. “And why does your snake Jeremy work with you?” “Jeremy works with me because he’s my confort animal and I have to go to work early because my mom can’t take her shift and dad is busy all morning.” You said. “Won’t that mean I can’t see you?” Mitsuri said. “Yes I’m sorry…” you replied. Little did you know that you should cherish today with your parents like it’s your last day alive

That night

you were sad that you couldn’t see Mitsuri tomorrow but you still had your snakes. There were crisp Jeremy Krista Tin-Tin and more snakes that it could go on forever. You heard screaming come from your parents room and you instantly hid in one of the snake inclosure’s. What were you ment to do? Hide under your futon? Like that would work. Mitsuri suddenly walked into your room with…?! “Are you sure we should do this just for them? Like they are going to hate us if they find out what we did…” Obanai says “Yes it’s absolutely necessary for us to do this if we want the perfect child.” Mitsuri says ‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THEY JUST SAY!?’ You think “Well let’s lure them out.” Mitsuri said “How do we do that?” Obanai Asks “simple get your snake to lure them.” Mitsuri answered. He listened and brought his snake to lure you but failed. Though unfortunately you failed to hide from it and it told Obanai and Mitsuri where you were. You got kidnapped….

“hello mini snake!” Mitsuri said. “W-where am I?” You manage to stutter out “In our home mini snake.” Obanai Responds.

you never left that place ever again….

Hope you enjoyed this sorry it was short it’s 21:18 at night in my time zone so it’s pretty late. If you want you can ask for a part 2 I don’t mind! Also thank you bongo020405! I haven’t had a request in a while and I love getting them!

[brklynbb]

IM DYING LITTLE ONESHOT OF A DARRY X MOTHERLY!READER 🙏🙏

OKOKOK this is so cute!!!!! i haven’t rly read a lot of darry fics so im going off what i personally think but i hope u enjoy anyway <3 also im literally writing this in my school bathroom😓sorry it’s long!!

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✧.* then he kissed me

darry curtis x motherly!reader

cw: gn!reader, motherly!reader, reader being called ‘honey’, idk?????

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darry had worked late that night, and had called upon you to watch the two idiots that he calls his brothers, sodapop and ponyboy.

it was half past midnight, and darry had just come home. he expected you to be fast asleep by now, most likely tired from watching his family. but you weren’t. you were awake on the couch reading your book, waiting up for him. you knew he’d be home late - of course you knew that, he always is, but you missed your boyfriend and wanted to see him.

darry see’s you, and this boy could melt, he’s so happy you stayed awake for him. you instantly get up and hug him, and he smiles and hugs you back.

“honey, what are you doing still up?” his voice is a whisper, careful to not wake his brothers.

“i just wanted to see you.” you reply, before breaking the hug. “you’re also later than you said you’d be, and i got worried. you should probably get to sleep, it’s a busy day tomorrow.”

he smiled. “y/n, you don’t need to worry. i’m just going to stay up a few minutes longer to get ready for tomorrow morning.”

“oh- you don’t need to worry about that. i’ve already packed ponyboy’s lunch for school, and ironed sodapop’s DX uniform. i also made chocolate cake for breakfast in the morning. i know it’s probably not very good compared to yours, but i figured it was worth the effort, anyway.”

he stares at you, in awe. “wow. that’s very kind of you, y/n.”

truthfully, he’s not used to this treatment. he’s always been the one having to stay up late, caring for others, and not having a moment of rest. he doesn’t know how to react. he’s truly in shock.

you quickly continue your rambling. “anyway, sodapop is out with steve, he’ll probably be home soon. and ponyboy is asleep upstairs, and johnny got cold and asked to come stay here for the night, so of course i said yes. poor boy.” you sigh, and then continue. “and dally also wanted to sleep over, but i know how you feel about him sleeping over after the ‘incident’, so i kicked him out. he’s probably snuck through pony’s window upstairs, though. do you want me to check? I don’t know if dally is worth the trouble, but i already told him no, and i think it’d be worth it-“

your rambling was quickly interrupted with a kiss from darry. he’s never had someone as sweet as you, helping him care for the boys. after his parents passed, all the pressure was on him. but now you’re here. and for him to find someone as caring and motherly as you, and for him to find someone that cares just as much as his family as him, probably makes him the luckiest man in the world.

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A/N : im so sorry i genuinely don’t know much abt how darry acts in a relationship and i don’t know how to write motherly readers soooo i hope this met ur expectations at least a little bit😓thank u for the request!!

[icypenguin]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ When is the right time? Pt. 2

this is the continuation of the pt 1! also.. theres gonna be another part after this.. hehe um, enjoy reading! also the reader is fem, sorry i didnt tell!

Pt 1 Pt 3

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3 days passed by, and its now friday. kuki told you to go shopping for tomorrow with her after school and you agree to. now you’re both in the clothing store, you, not knowing what to buy. “um- kuki.. what should i wear?” you asked being confused. kuki grabbed a silk dress in your favourite colour. “what about this? i beg heizou will love it~” kuki showed you the dress as she teased you. “um- i mean.. i guess thats okay.. with pearl necklace and pearl purse?” you asked kuki once more. “mhm! there you have it~ an outfit that will make your man drool” kuki teased you with a smirk on his face. your face becomes red and kuki laughed at you. “s-stop teasing! ugh don’t get your expectations all high now” you roll your eyes while your face was still red. you both got what you would like to wear then head home to rest.

the next day morning until afternoon passed quickly. it’s 4pm and you just started to prepare. ofcourse you regret not preparing earlier as you’re now spamming kuki with ‘HELP’ messages. you didn’t know what makeup you should go for and what hairstyle suits with the dress. after 30 minutes of spamming, kuki finally replied ‘you should wear light makeup and uh just let your hair down or whatever’. you weren’t satisfied with kuki’s reply and decided to call her. she picked up the call and you started ranting. “woah hey slow down girl, what’s wrong? you ain’t central cee stop acting like you’re singing his song or sum” kuki chuckled. “THIS ISN’T A JOKE KUKI! WHAT IF HE DOESN’T LIKE MY LOOK!? WHAT IF SOMEONE DRESSES BETTER- WHAT IF HE’S DISSAPOINTED IN MEEEE!?” you lay on ur floor and rolled around with tears almost escaping your eyes. “no girl i know he likes you! just be yourself..” kuki continued to comfort you as your face were covered in tears and snot.

after a 10 minutes drive you finally arrived at heizou’s house. your hands were sweating and you can feel your heart beat faster. “alright girl cmon let’s have some fun!” kuki jumped out the car with full of excitement. but you were still inside the car feeling nervous and anxious. kuki noticed this and confirm you there’s nothing to be afraid of “cmon y/n! i bet your man is waiting for you already”. kuki winked and you finally got out of the car. you both went inside to see that there was already many peoples. well, you both did came 25 minutes late.

you were looking everywhere to spot that maroon haired boy when you saw him. he was at the corner talking to his friends. your face flushed a bit when you see him wearing pretty tight black sleeveless shirt, showing his begginers muscles. you look at kuki and he signal you to go to his direction. you shake your head but kuki insists you to. you look at heizou again and you accidentally caught eye with him. being the friendly person he is, he waved at you while smiling. your heartbeat became faster as kuki walked towards him. you didn’t have a choice but to follow her as you didn’t want to get lost at this party. heizou sees you both and greets you both. “i didn’t expect you both to really come but welcome! make yourselves at home!” heizou smiled widely as he shake hands with kuki. but for you, he took your hand carefully and kiss it. heizou looked at you from up and down, you notice this and begins to sweat more. “why y/n, you look very lovely. i didn’t think i would get to see you as pretty as this. not that my expectations were low.. im just.. shocked.. it really suits you though” heizou complimented and ended it with a wink. you were very flattered, you didn’t expect someone to say that to you! and the fact that it’s heizou too! “t-thanks heizou.. you look very charming as well…” you didn’t know what to say but tried your best.

heizou thanked you and you three decided to get some drink, but kuki decided that she wants to catch up with someone. you knew what she was up to and send her the ‘i will kill you’ eye, now you’re stuck with your crush. “do you drink y/n? have you try it before?” heizou asked. you didn’t want to look lame but decided to tell the truth “i haven’t try it before.. i guess i would like to try it though”. you assured him and he hand you a cup with alcohol in it. “cheers!” “cheers!” you both drink it and he asked you how does it feel. “how is it y/n?” “its not bad… but i know this isn’t good..” you felt a bit guilty but heizou cheered you up. “cmon now! its your first try.. its okay you just tried it for the first time” you nod your head as a reply and stop overthinking it.

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sorry guys but i swear pt 3 is gonna be the final… thanks for reading pt 1 and 2 i hope you all enjoyed it! advices aee always accepted thankyou!

[literaphobe]

WOW you already have 30+ unique comments on chapter 8. Does this mean that we will be able to get a new chapter ahead of time? 🥹🥹🥹

HI EVERYONE. thank you all SO SO SO SO much for all the love on tvl ch8 and tvl in general, it’s been so fun watching people catch up like ive said!

wanted to say I FINISHED REPLYING TO ALL THE CH7 COMMENTS YAYYY i mean. well. all the ones that were sent Before i posted ch8 that is. ILL GET TO THE OTHERS AFTER I POST CH9

which will be soon! i want it to build up a little bit more kudos and also get a little more writing done but EH WHATEVER IT SHOULD BE FINE ch9 is all good

either this Wednesday/Friday id say!!!! <- which means either tomorrow or in 2 days. or is that not enough warning. should it be Thursday? IDK LMAOOOO SORRY

im trying to give some friends/regular commenters some more time to get to ch8 but if they don’t it’s okay!! i guess ill go to bed and decide when i wake up ❤️ so if ur reading this and wanna comment on ch8 please do!!! it would def make me lean more towards posting on Wednesday/Thursday rather than Friday to know more people are caught up (esp if u r a familiar face in the comments hehehe i miss all of u always)

sorry if you’ve been missing tvl!! things have been a little busy for me in my personal life recently, i promise i will check on ch9 and make sure she’s like COMPLETELY worth the wait thank you all so so so much for you patience and kindness ❤️ i truly do appreciate it

[asexual-spongebob]

chapter 11 - Peso and Shellington and the sleepover Notes:

All I’m gonna say is that I have a feeling this chapter is going to be short (edit: it is, but that’s fine) Oh and um… *insert that emotional h2o piano music here* ALSO YAY SLEEPOVER!!! enjoy some hurt/comfort shellso shit also I am so sorry abt Shellie singing weezer. I’ve been listening to a lot of weezer lately lmao. and I thought it was funny. ALSO WOOO FIRST UPDATE OF 2024 Ik I’ve said this many times but chapter 12 is complete and will be posted soon (maybe later today or tomorrow) I’m very excited to share it. also sorry for any spelling mistakes or anything.

Shellington, Kwazii and Peso had went shopping for souvenirs in a small coastal Irish town 

A boat speed by, slashing them.

He had been splashed! 

Shellington froze, he knew that it was too late to think “please no tail” so he opted to dive into the water instead. 

“Oh that water looks quite nice!” Shellington remarked awkwardly, diving into the water below, disappearing into its deep blue depths, people staring at him.

“Shellington!?” Kwazii and Peso called from above the deck.

Shellington swam back up from the surface, “here’s a towel. Matey.” Kwazii meowed, handing a clean towel to Shellington

Shellington, Kwazii and Peso were sitting at the dock, waiting for Captain Barnacles and Dashi to pick them up, Shellington looked pathetic and drenched  in his towel. 

Colours of the world Spice up your life Every boy and every girl Spice up your life People of the world 

Spice up your life Aah . 

Kwazii pulled out his indestructible Nokia phone from his pocket, with a look of embarrassment on his face, Shellington was wheezing, along with Peso

“Why is your ringtone a spice girls song” Shellington snorted “I HAVE A SPICE GIRLS HYPERFIXATION  OKAY?!” Kwazii shouted in a unhinged manner “hey no need to yell…” Peso mumbled. 

“Hey Kwazii we’re on the our way, we’ll be there soon!” Dashi smiled  “great!” Kwazii replied

“So what did you get?” Peso said, turning to face Shellington “chocolate” Shellington smirked, handing one of the small chocolates to Peso and Kwazii.

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Today was the last day The Octonauts would be in Ireland for awhile 

“I’m gonna miss this place…” Shellington breathed as he glanced out the window of his lab, all of the memories rushing back. 

What the hell?!

You know those strange caves I visited… well something strange happened to me.. just splash me…” 

You’re a fish???? 

yeah… those caves were really weird…. they uh- turned me into a fish..

Kwazii?!  you followed me?! 

I just wanted to make sure you were safe matey! I didn’t know where you were going! I thought you were sleep walking!

What happened??

The moon um… basically possessed you and you got really upset… oh and you got really mad at Kwazii.. and everyone found out…

who goes there!

hi Kwazii… can we talk…

Yeah sure me hearty 

So what is it?

remember when I got really mad last night… 

yeah matey. I know you didn’t mean it. Trust me. 

Over here! 

remember when I went to those strange sea caves?

yeah?

well um.. I went during a full moon and well.. The pool started bubbling and I became a merman..

Shellington stared out the window in silence, gathering his thoughts, a sad expression on his face, Peso had quietly came in the room, he couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was, and the over all sad atmosphere.

Sure, Shellington was quiet, especially while doing his research. But this felt off… dare I say eerie.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Peso said softly, placing a comforting flipper on Shellington’s back, breaking the silence. “Nothing..!” Shellington lied, flinching, not wanting to worry Peso.

“Okay… I suppose it is something..” Shellington admitted “Im kind of sad I guess…” Shellington sighed “why?” Peso pressed, “because we’re leaving…” Shellington said so quietly it was almost a whisper 

“It’s okay! I bet we’ll come back here someday!” Peso assured “thanks Peso.. Shellington replied, feeling slightly better now. 

“Maybe we should throw a sleepover?” Peso proposed  “Oh yeah!” Shellington agreed “after I take a bath we can!” Shellington added, grabbing a towel and walking to the bathroom.

“AND I DON’T WANNA BE AN OLD MAN ANYMORE ITS BEEN A YEAR OR TWO SINCE I WAS OUT ON THE FLOOR SHAKING BOOTY MAKING SWEET LOVE EVERY NIGHT!!!” Shellington’s horrendous singing boomed from the bathroom, Tweak walked by the bathroom door questioning her life decisions. 

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Shellington grabbed the popcorn and candy and lied some blankets and pillows down on the floor in the game pod. 

“Hey we’re throwing a sleepover, wanna join?” Peso asked Dashi,  “oh sure!” Dashi smiled. Later on, Dashi was painting Kwazii’s claws and putting a face mask on him as they watched Tweak sing some karaoke with Kwazii’s karaoke machine, making Dashi blush. 

Captain Barnacles was watching a movie, Shellington held Peso in his paws and was licking his face “thanks Peso” Shellington purred affectionately as he munched on some popcorn “¡De nada, Shellington!” Peso chirped.

[thenocturnenarrator]

heheheheheheheeheheheheheh here is my school writing project it’s a work in progress atm sorry for the spelling errors and stuff

Faithless

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“…And i mean, have you seen them? ITheyre like nature’s little- Hey, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, course i am.” I replied.

I don’t know why he chooses me of all people to talk to about bees. I’m barely interested. Still, it’s nice to hear him talk so passionately about something, especially while on the job.

Us Greens don’t end up in many fights, but when we do, we often lose. It’s honestly ridiculous that we ended up part of The Alliance. We woulda been a far easier target than the Blues, but who am i to judge. Im not really supposed to be on gate duty with my little brother but I’m replacing one of his teammates, who went missing a couple days ago, and we have yet to find.

The last place her tracker was seen was on the edge of the Red territory, and no one has the guts to go look for her. The Red are fierce soldiers, and we’d probably find her dead. Greusomeley, at the least. Last time someone was found, their eyeballs had been gouged out, and their teeth put in their eye sockets. I think they have fun with the corpses of their enemies, even though they aren’t really supposed to kill us as part of the Alliance. It’s on the verge of collapsing though, as the Gods are getting sick of it. After a long time of waiting around with, to nobody’s surprise, nothing happening, someone took over gate duty and me and my brother went to dinner. It was almost all vegetables, but they were cooked *really* well, almost as if there was a new-

“COOK! You look different. Really different. Wait a second, i didn’t think we were getting a new-“

“Are you enjoying the food? Is it good?” The new cook was short, with blonde medium length hair. I had never seen her before, except for maybe…

“Hey, doesn’t she look a bit like one of the Red fighters? a bit like Char-“ I leant over to whisper to my brother

“Well, have fun!” She quickly left, and moved to the next table. No idea why she was doing that.

“What were you saying?” My brother turned to me.

“I was saying, the cook looks a little bit like Charlotte. You know, that red soldier.”

“Well, yeah, a bit. And I don’t recognise her. Maybe we should talk to our superiors about it.”

“You know how hard it is to raise concerns with them. They don’t listen to anyone.”

“I guess you’re right.”

We left the cafeteria, and went to get some sleep before our next shift.

About halfway through our shift, I had an idea.

“What if we took off our uniforms, and changed into our normal clothes, and went out onto the field to start our OWN team?”

“Why would we- Hey maybe you have a point. Management for us is so strict, maybe its strict for everyone else too. And we wouldn’t have to bow to the gods, OH OH AND WE COULD GO LOOK AT THE BEES! Yeah, this is a great idea! But when should we start…”

“Tomorrow. They have the least people on at 9 in the morning. We could sneak out.”

“Right. This is an awesome plan!”

The next morning, we were almost caught by one of teammates.

“And where do you think you're going?”

“Crap-“

“And why are you headed to the gate?”

“Oh- Uhm- Hi Alice! We were just uhh-“

“And most importantly, can I come with you?”

Eventually, we ended up with her following us. Three of us, all leaving. The gate staff also joined us. Now we had no reason to be skeptical of our plan. Our awesome plan was working.

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After a couple months of being out on the field, we had a well-established fort in the forest; the no-man's land, and began calling ourselves the Faithless. The fort was made of old machinery and found resources. The structure resembled that of a castle, and was, in my opinion, far better than the main items forts, just like our team!. We ate at one big table, all, well, 30 of us. A sizeable amount of members, all fed up with their management, just looking for a reason to leave. No-one missed them, we think. We were steadily gaining members, not just through word of mouth, but we occasionally sent out scouts to the gates and front lines. Scouting had proved to have no issues thus far, and it was my responsibility today. I had to head to the Yelloe team. Not really a threat.

What was usually a long and treacherous journey turned into a short walk through the desert with some found technology i personally had assembled into a flying machine. The propellers surprisingly worked on the hot desert sands. At the gate, I was surprised to the the guards staffed with nets. They’d be useless, unless they knew what happened to their staff. The staff that joined us.

“Still, i refuse to believe they weren’t killed. Maybe they died of heatstroke?” I overheard the guards discussion.

“Nope, they definitely ran away. Management says there’s camera footage.”

That’s impossible. We made sure to kill all the cameras nearby. And it was a planned ordeal. They would run to us within the next week, not that night.

“Hey, ’s there someone there?”

“Where?”

“Just there, behind that pillar,” The guard pointed at the pillar i was hiding behind. I had been spotted. I tried my hardest to run, but their new nets caught me.

“Hah, gotcha, filthy runaway!” The taller guard said.

“Nonono, you’ve got it all wrong! You see, I’m just a delivery scout! Out to ensure that uh, your gate is up to our gate-using standards!” Drat! Of all the times for me to be bad at lying!

“Silence, criminal! We know of your evil plans! And we have our own, even eviler plans!”

“Archibald and Alvin, celebrated as the heroes of the Yellow team! Recruiting the runaways’s most sneaky spies, and forcing them to join us!” He kept talking for probably the next ten minutes, maybe more. His voice was so boring. I reached for the knife in my back pocket, hoping to cut the net i was trapped in. The ropes were sharp, and if i didn’t get out of here soon, i would end up cut. As i tried to manoeuvre my arm around far enough to cut the rope, the two guards, who i had now gathered to be Archibald and Alvin, brought me through the gate. Any chance of a quiet escape went out the window.

“... and no, you can’t escape, no, you can’t build a bomb, and most importantly, you don’t get to go to the gate. You have stay within your bounds.” Archibald, or maybe Alvin, was trying to point out everything on our tour of the grounds. Eventually, we reached the board room. They’d decide what would happen to me. I looked back at the hallway, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

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The leadership issued a guard to take me back to where i would be staying. I surely hoped that it would not be some kind of prison cell, but was pleasantly surprised. My first shift back as a technician was tomorrow, at 0945. I just had to hope, hope that they’d realise i was missing.

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The next morning, people were starting to notice i was gone. These missions usually never took more than 12 hours, and i had been gone for almost a full day. My brother was asking anyone if they’d seen me. all of them had the same answer. ’No, sorry. Last i heard she was at the yellow base.’ and he was dreading coming to break me out. But it was nessacary. i WAS his sister, after all.

Rescue missions are ill-advised amount the main teams, but in a team like ours, the loyalty to one another is immeasurable.

When he tried to assemble a team, almost everybody showed up. “Well, guess we’re all going.” he said to the small crowd.

Everyone here was all different, but they all have one thing in common. “You all ready to beat up some corrupt leaders and get our friends out?“

The group began cheering

They were definitely ready to beat up some corrupt leaders. And also get their friends out, but beating up corrupt leaders had more enthusiasm.

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My cell, more similar to a hotel room than anything, was on a lower floor. It had some outside access, but the window didn’t open further than a couple inches.

The food was okay, as was work.

I had to work as a technician, fixing things. All of the other technicians knew seemingly nothing about the tech. No wonder repairs here took over a month, even with all of the high tech equipment in this dimly lit room, with the walls covered in a mess of pipes and wires, similar to the inside of some massive machine. Every time I tried talking to the other technicians, even just about the weather, they would mutter something quietly, and not wait for a response.

One time, I asked them why they were so quiet. One of them lent over to me, and whispered; “They used to be able to hear us, so we made things to communicate with one another without them hearing.” They handed me an earpiece, and when I put it on, there was a buzzing conversation.

They sounded like they were planning an escape. Except, they knew nothing of the Faithless. From what I heard, the only thing sitting between them and freedom was numbers. They couldn’t escape, all because of their numbers.

But knowledge of people on the outside was just the push they needed

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The plan that the yellow tech team came up with was an amazing idea. With the knowledge that they had a place to get to on the other side, it was perfect. Cause an electrical fault with the gate, the biggest piece of equipment, bringing all of the technicians there, broadcasting their message, and then running. Running and running and running. Running until finally…

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Halfway to the yellow gate, the Faithless saw a large group of yellow workers, running like their lives depended on it. Which they did, kind of. But they had reached a safe point, and they were out. They burst into the fort of the Faithless, relieved to finally have escaped.

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We had made it. We were all free.

With our numbers nearly doubled, we recruited far more people, eventually dwindling the numbers of the main teams to a small team of those in charge and some incredibly loyal staff. The rest were all those who were so sick and tired of fighting. We had all ran from the battlegrounds, much to the dismay of management.

We were on our way to a new, far brighter, future.

@everydaygremlin This wow this is AMAZING

I LOVE IT IT IS SO GOOD

I THOUGHT I WAS READING AN ACTUAL BOOK ITS SO GOOD I WANT TO KNOW MORE, HAVE THEY GIVE YOU A 10/A?????

[onlyjaeyun]

hi my sweetest baby angel love🥹💓🌷 your replies to my asks made MY day even better and just reading those sweet words from you made me blush and kick my feet just like hoonie when jaeyun told him that yn was wearing the ring🤭

pls this new side of hoon is so so cute and the convo between him and yunie made me smile the entire time like they are the cutest platonic soulmate besties ever🥹🫶�� jaeyun is so fucking hilarious too like his comedic timing will never fail to make me laugh

also it’s not an onlyjaeyun fic if something major doesn’t happen at someone’s bday so i’m sooo ready to read what happens at won’s party👀👀 i need hoonyn to talk it out and heal not only theirs but also our broken hearts❤️‍🩹

omg a little update on the guy i’ve been spending time with, we had a little getaway with our friends a couple days ago and he was so sweet throughout our little holiday🥺 whenever we would go out to eat or something he always had his hand on my thigh and put food on my plate and also give me his jacket whenever he would notice i was getting cold like omg he makes me so 💓💗💘💕💖🩷💝 idk if i should bring up the “what are we?” talk bc although nothing is rlly official yet but how we are w/ each other is very much bf & gf just without the label so that’s what’s kind of having me on edge lately😭 i’m seeing him again tomorrow for brunch so idk we’ll see!

my baby doll zadie thank you for always making me smile and caring for me, i truly appreciate it so much🥹 i always want to be the same for you💗🧸 !! you deserve the world and more my love, pls take care of yourself! sending my love & a giant wave of kisses to you baby! 💋🩷🌷💖

- 💌

oh goodness my baby's ask has been burried all the way on the last spot of my i box and im SO sorry for being so late with my response angel love 🥺💞

firstly, thank you SO much for the love and support on cold hearts, you know your words means the world to me and ive missed talking to you so so much 😫😫

i cant wait for you guys to see more of that side of him tbh and i promise it's only one more angsty chapter and then its all love and fluff and just lots of cuteness 🤭🤭💞

omg omg omg that actually sounds super exciting babyc im so glad he's treating you well and thag you two get along so good, you deserve nothing but the best and i hope by now you guys have made things official 🤭🤭🤭💞

thank you so much for always checking in on me and giving me so much love, you truly are such a sweet soula nd im so grateful to have you 🥺💞💗💐

hope life's been treating you well baby, pls acceot all my kisses!💞💞💞

[letgraysonsheart]

if anyone wants some WIP from after bruce fired dick, and dicks first talk with tim and then jason, then have at it <3 theres a lot of dialogue but when isnt it when im the one writing? also no grammar has been checked cause again, its wip and i hate grammar

Tim and Dick, afterwards

Dick’s supposed to be getting ready for bed. Quali is tomorrow, and he never does well if he hasn’t gotten enough hours. Still, he’s awake. Waiting for Tim to come over. His younger brother had texted him, asked if it was okay and Dick didn’t have it in his heart to say no. 

He knows what Tim wants to talk about, wants to air out. 

There’s a swift knock on the door, making Dick jump up and he doesn’t even bother to check if it actually is Tim before he opens.

“Hey,” his brother says slowly, a determined look on his face, staring straight into Dick’s eyes. Tim isn’t one to back down from the hard conversations.

“Hey,” he mimics, stepping aside to let Tim into his room.

They both settle down, him in the one chair in his room and Tim on the bed.

“I’m sorry I avoided you today. That I didn’t tell you straight away, when I knew,” Tim says, not one to beat around the bush, at least not with Dick. Honesty has always been important between them. “I just.. Bruce wanted to talk to you first himself, he said. Don’t know why I listened.” 

Dick sighs, combing a hand through his greasy hair. 

“It’s okay,” Dick replies. “I don’t blame you for listening to what Bruce told you.”

Tim nods, seemingly content, and lays down on the bed, feet dangling off of it. 

“I can’t believe he did it, though,” Tim tells the roof. 

“I can,” Dick admits, “I don’t understand how I still manage to be surprised. I should’ve seen this coming.” He feels a little bad for unloading a little onto Tim, but his little brother came to his room to talk about it so really he kind of asked for it. 

Also Dick’s had a really fucking bad day. 

“How could you?” Tim argues, sitting up again, looking with fiery eyes at Dick. It’s nice, knowing that Tim is on his side, even if a small part of him is screaming at him to intervene before Tim’s relationship with Bruce takes a hard hit too. “He didn’t inform you. Led you on. Didn’t even tell you he was speaking with Jason.” Tim almost spits out Jason’s name.

Bruce is really gonna have an interesting time next year with Tim and Jason. There’s a small angry voice inside of him yelling that it serves Bruce right. 

“I should know the game by now,” Dick argues. “I’ve been at it long enough.”

Suddenly Tim jumps out, bursting with a new anger that Dick can’t understand.

“Why do you keep defending him?” he yells, and Dick starts worrying about their neighbors. “You keep arguing that what he did is right! He was wrong,” Tim steps closer. “He did it all wrong, and you’ve just forgiven him!”

That makes Dick stand too. He steps close to Tim, keeps his voice low.

“I have not forgiven him,” he hisses, before calming his voice to more of a whisper. “But this is what Bruce does.” 

Tim deflates, his shoulder sag, and he looks so young it tears at Dick’s heart. “But he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to handle it better. He’s supposed to be our dad.” 

Dick shakes his head, draws Tim close, suddenly understanding more of Tim’s anger.

“He’s still your dad, Timmy,” he whispers into Tim’s hair. Then he pulls out of the hug, grabs Tim by the shoulders, looks him straight in the eye.

“He won’t treat you this way. I’ll make sure of it,” he promises, even if he’s unsure how he’ll ever hold it.

“But he did it to you,” Tim argues, furrowing his brows. “And you never deserved it.”

“I appreciate it Tim, but me and Bruce..,” Dick sighs, unable to find the words to describe it. “It’s just different.” 

Tim bites his lip, doens’t look happy with Dick’s explanation but thankfully he doesn’t argue either. Dick doesn’t know how he would explain it. Everything is so raw again now, so fresh, he hasn’t had time to work through it yet. 

“Maybe I should quit the team,” Tim says then, looking somewhere above Dick’s shoulder.

Dick shakes him a little, still having a grip on his shoulder.

“No Tim,” Dick states, “look at me,” he urges. Tim listens. His eyes are shining. 

“This is between me and Bruce,” Dick tells him. “Your dream shouldn’t suffer because of this mess Bruce has made of it. You deserve this seat so, so much. You are so good. You get the car, you’re kicking my ass. You’ll be kicking Jason’s old ass next year.”  

This time it’s Tim that initiates the hug. 

“It won’t be the same without you,” Tim whispers into his chest. 

Ah.

“I’ll still be your brother,” Dick promises, “that will never change.”

Tim nods, wiggles out of the hug and sits back down on the bed. They look at each other, he feels Tim’s eyes study him, looking for something Dick doesn’t know what is.

Tim has always been good at reading people, almost too good for his own good. Dick falls back down in his chair.

“You’re not taking the Lane seat, are you?” Tim asks, voice small.

Dick looks away, out the window. Unable to give Tim the straight answer he wants.

“I haven’t decided anything yet,” he answers, and knows that Tim won’t really believe it.

Tim is silent. 

“What about you and Jason?” Tim changes the subject. “I know you’ve been getting closer again.”

Dick shrugs, “that depends on Jason. I haven’t heard from him yet. I won’t go out looking, but if he wants to talk.. We’ll talk.”

He hears Tim sighs, and when he looks over his little brother is shaking his head.

“I don’t understand how you’re taking this so well,” Tim states.

Dick sighs. If only Tim knew. It’s just because he hasn’t placed all his feelings yet, everything is still just simmering uncontrollably under his skin. 

He also doesn't feel like laying it all out on Tim. He loves his little brother, but this is something bigger than he wants to put their brotherhood through. 

“We should go to bed,” Dick says, ending the conversation. “We still have lots of races left and we should be well-rested before quali tomorrow.” 

Saying that just makes him feel utterly tired.

Thankfully, Tim accepts that Dick doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. He gives Dick a quick hug, and it’s kind of awkward since Dick is sitting down, but still nice, and then he leaves with a soft “Goodnight,” that Dick reciprocates. 

Once the door closes behind Tim, Dick starts on his nightly routine. Brushing his teeth, washing his face, moisturizing, and slipping out of his clothes before getting under the covers.

With his head on the too fluffy hotel pillow, Dick figures he hasn’t felt this tired in years. Yet he suspects sleep won’t come easy at all.

Jason and Dick, afterwards

Dick didn’t intend on running into Jason. Actually, even though he admits that to exactly no one, he has been doing his damndest to not run into the Knights’ newest driver for the next season. 

But, as he paces through the hallway, and Jason at the same time emerges from Bruce’s office door, Dick knows he’s stepped in it. He tries to continue on, but he hears Jason softly call his name, and feels Jason’s hand around his elbow.

He turns just in time to catch Bruce’s eyes, inquisitive and worried, sitting in his office, before the door closes.

Before, he’d start the conversation, make a quick quip, maybe ask Jason if he’s scoping out his new office. Now, he’s silent. 

He reached out to Jason, when the boy had his comeback in F1, and Dick did all he could to mend their relationship. He even gave Jason advice on how to get out of the Cards, how to make a smooth transition to another team, when Jason first started talking about wanting to get out from under Japier and away from Ivy. 

It all came back to bite Dick in the ass.

So now, Jason can do the reaching. It’s only fair.

“Hey,” Jason says, wringing his hands, looking anywhere but at Dick.

It’s awkward. Dick basks in it, letting his brother look for the right words. 

“We were just.. You know,” Jason says. There’s another unnatural silence. Jason waits for Dick to fill the void, Dick assumes, to accept the olive branch just like that.

Well, he isn’t getting it.

“We were just talking about how to handle the media, and stuff,” Jason then says, probably when he realizes Dick isn’t willing to say anything yet. “Figuring out the easiest wa.”

“Ah,” Dick says, trying to keep his face natural. 

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” Jason states, face deadpan, and that’s more the boy Dick used to know. The temper flaring up. 

“I don’t know what you expected,” Dick answers, and wonders if Bruce is listening in on the other side of the door. If the man supposed to be their father is ready to leap in if things seem to go really south. 

Jason sighs, squeezes the bridge of his nose and breathes deeply. 

“Me neither,” his brother says then, and Dick is surprised by the calmness he is showing. “I guess.. I thought..”

“You thought what?” Dick questions, furrowing his brows at his brother. That Dick would take it with a smile? Accept being fired with grace and ride happily into the sunset? Stay around as an overbearing older brother? He doesn’t say anything out loud.

Let Jason find the right words for a change.

“I guess I just wanted to believe so badly Bruce would handle this in the right way,” Jason confesses, “that I tricked my brain into thinking you’d be fine with it.”

The right way? 

“You think there was a right way to deal with this?” Dick can’t help himself. “I’d be interested to hear what that would be. How you’d ever think I would be just fine with getting booted out of the team.”

Jason looks at him, tilts his head a little. “Like I said, I just wanted so badly to believe it. I guess I knew deep down that it wouldn’t be okay, but refused to see it.”

Dick huffs, shaking his head. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation with Jason. That he’s standing in the hallways of his team's offices, feeling like an outsider, while Jason stands there and can’t even hide how comfortable he is. 

“I’m not surprised Bruce did it this way,” Dick says, leaning his back against the wall, staring at the opposite. He can’t look at Jason right now, with what he’s about to say. “Or, I guess I was. But I shouldn’t have been. I should know better now, know that he doesn’t know how to deal with things like this as both a father and a boss.” He takes a deep breath, and knows his next words will hurt Jason.

He says them anyway.

“I just expected more of you. That’s the worst of it,” he dares himself to look at Jason, the fallen look in his little brother's face. “I thought we were past the whole fighting and unhealthy rivalry. That you would tell me, at least, as soon as you knew it was a possibility. That you would at least grant me that, even as you came for my seat.” 

Jason opens his mouth to reply, but now Dick’s poured gasoline on his own fire and he’s not done burning yet.

“I fucking helped you get out of your contract, getting both good legal and PR-people on your team. I listened to your complaints. Advised you about who you could trust in the paddock,” Dick heaves for breath in between sentences now. He tries to keep from yelling, but he’s unsure if he succeeds. “Even if you’ve been skyrocketing past me on track all season, I never once held it against you that you wanted to leave. I’ve done so much to help you, because you’re my brother and I wanted us to try and mend what was broken.”

He realizes that people are probably listening, besides Bruce. Maybe this will be all over the media tonight. They’re in the middle of a hallway, and it’s still work-time. 

Still, it’s oddly quiet. Maybe someone’s keeping the others away. 

“Dick,” Jason says, in a stupid soft caring voice, stepping closer and reaching out. Dick wrenches his arm away, steps back.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he hisses.

The door opens, the one to Bruce’s office, and Bruce steps out. Dick knew he’d be listening, waiting until he saw fit to step in.

“Boys,” Bruce says, “this isn’t the place to hash this out.”

Dick has to turn his back to them, and take three good old deep breaths, to calm down in seething anger. He feels it in every pore. It’s been a long time since he’s been this agitated. 

When he feels like he won’t hit the wall with his bare fist, he turns back and looks at Jason and Bruce. They’re standing side by side. They’ve always been the two most alike. Both their build and their colors.

The ugly angry monster inside himself curses himself for all the work he’s done to mend not only his own and Jason’s relationship, but also Bruce and Jasons. Do the two of them even know how many strings Dick has been pulling? How much damage control he’s had to do?

“I don’t want to fight anymore about this,” Dick states, having managed to put his anger away into a very little box that is about to blow up again from the slightest pressure. 

What is left is just.. Exhaustion. Shaky smoke from the smoldering fire. 

The two others are smart to keep their mouths shut. Maybe they do know him a little after all. 

“I also don’t know how we’ll move on from this,” Dick continues. “I’ll do as you decide, with the news. I’ll be professional. I’ll do my damn best out there on track, until the season is over.”

“But?” Jason asks, finally daring to speak again.

“But I need you two to give me time. And space. To figure out my feelings and thoughts and how I’ll handle this. You can’t come running to me, about other things than work, while I do that.”

“Dick, don’t you think that's a bit…,” Bruce starts, but Jason, bless his soul, recognizes that Dick can and will blow up again any second, and silences their father with a quick squeeze of his arm.  

“Okay,” Jason says.

“You guys decided to do this,” Dick reminds them, and even he wants to cringe at how dead his voice sounds. 

He looks at both of them, making sure to take his time and meet both their eyes.

“But you could’ve at least granted me the curiosity of being honest,” he states. 

He turns to leave, get the fuck out of there until work forces him back. Then he thinks about his conversation with Tim that night in the hotel and stops.

He turns fully to Bruce, letting all fake politeness fall from his face, and venom fills his voice. “If you ever pull any shit like this with Tim.. or any of the others..”

He lets the threat hang in the hair. 

Then he turns, and doesn’t grant anyone else as much as a look as he leaves the office.

honestly love my f1 au so much but dont know what to write for it next

[not-alien-girl-v]

Hello! Could I request a tate langdon x trans male reader? (Sorry for requesting tate I know you get him alot)

note: you know what you are right i do get tate a lot but the tumblr girlies have been eating him up lately so this one goes out to the transmascs and/or tate lovers. also writing this on my phone and my fat ass thumbs are not doing all that work of clicking shift so this will be all lowercase. anyway i’m writing this sleep deprived at midnight so i am going to wake up tomorrow morning and forget i wrote this most likely

warning: language probably idk i write my warnings before i write the fic and i just predict what the fuck im going to add in idk i should stop

the dead of winter makes things feel quiet. you barely hear your mom in the kitchen though you are just in the room over. it’s not snowing outside, it doesn’t do that in la, like, ever, but it would be nice maybe once.

you feel the vibration of your phone. you’re sitting on the couch and it’s in the back pocket of your jeans and you don’t want to stand up to fish it out so you flop yourself sideways and grab it. you have three notifications, and in your mind, you make a mental ranking of their importance.

3. bereal went off, though it happened hours ago and you don’t bother to take the picture because who cares

2. about 46 minutes ago, your friend texted your other friend in the group chat, talking about some concert tonight for people you’ve never even heard of before

1. your boyfriend, tate, texted about the same concert, but in this case, offering to take you with him to the show

not to play favorites, but a night out alone with your boyfriend sounds like more fun than a night with your freaky little friends. sure, they were a barrel of monkeys… in their own way, but you’d much prefer a long night in working at a puzzle with them than a raging concert.

‘?’ Tate texts again. You opened his text and he saw the read receipt but you’ve just been sitting there contemplating the meaning of life for minutes now.

‘maybe’ you reply and renter your deep thought once more. it would be fun, you’d have a good time and he’d be happy… but you have been wearing your binder for at the very least 10 hours now, and you had plans to take it off in a little bit (granted you were procrastinating) and that was something you didn’t want to deny yourself.

they say you’re not supposed to exercise in a binder, but that’s never stopped you. back in high school, you had PE 3rd period, and it’s not like you were just gonna go through the trouble of taking it off for a one hour block every single day and then put it back on once the class is over.

that’s the same now, though you don’t have a PE class, you are an avid mosher in the pit and you don’t want to be boobs flying everywhere. you don’t even want boobs at all, but top surgery is expensive, and your insurance only covers testosterone shots so you make do with what you can.

‘maybe?’ he texts back and he didn’t include it in the text, but you can feel a :( radiating from his end of the line.

‘tummy kinda hurts idk’ another thing, he doesn’t know you’re trans. it’s no big deal, truly, you know he’d be super supportive and respectful if you came out and nothing would change between the two of you but that doesn’t take away any of your fear of telling him. this relationship has been going on for 6 months now, and it seems like the longer you wait to say something, the more awkward it will be once you do.

‘:(‘ he texts and you frown a little as well in real life, and you put your phone on the table and walk into the kitchen. your mom is baking those little sugar cookies from target with the snowmen on them and you swear if you got close enough, you could eat an entire tray full of them.

but you’ve already spoiled your dinner enough with the potato chips you now realize you’ve abandoned in the living room and walk back to your room.

your bedroom is small yet well decorated, giving it a cozy aura, even more when you light a peppermint candle. you finally remove your binder and it feels like a breath of fresh air for the first time today. twisting your arms around, you stretch out and then put on a tank top and bundle up in your bed because it’s so damn cold out.

you put your headphones over your ears and play some random song off a playlist tate made for you and all is well in the world until you think you hear your mom screeching your name from the kitchen. of course, the second you pause the music and rip of the headphones, it’s dead silence once more, so you put them back on. there’s the noise again. if she’s really trying to contact you, she can just text you rather than test out her echolocation skills.

a moment later, she does text you.

‘someone at the door go get it’

as polite as ever, you have no choice but obey and slump to the front door, unhappy that your unwinding time has been interrupted by some rando at the door. when you open the door (albeit, grumpily), it’s not a rando, but it is in fact your boyfriend.

“tate! what are you doing here?” you don’t mean to sound so unhappy about his presence, it just comes out like that and of course you notice how quickly his eyes trail downwards on your body. you follow them too, until they land on your uncaged boobs. shit. “oh, um.”

“aren’t you going to invite me in?” he doesn’t say anything you thought he would and for that, you hold the door open for him and step aside to let him in.

“so, what are you doing here?” you ask again since he didn’t respond the first time.

“you said your stomach hurt, and mine kinda hurt too, so i thought i could come over and we could be in pain together. what do you think?” the whole time he’s been making his way to your bedroom, though he hadn’t been in your house very many times, he knew where he was going. he kicks off his shoes at the base and launches himself onto your duvet.

“you’re so thoughtful,” you crawl in next to him and hook one leg between his own, immediately experiencing the glory of his body heat.

“i tend to think so.” there’s that silence again. sometimes peaceful, sometimes deafening, because you know there’s something left unsaid. so you open your mouth again.

“um, so, about the boobs thing,” you start and pause to swallow, realizing you must look like a nervous character on tv right now.

“it’s okay.”

“it is?” you don’t dare lift your head to look him in the eye.

“of course. it doesn’t matter to me. you’re still hot,” he pokes you in the side and you chuckle at him.

“stop it, you silly goose,” you joke back and you can feel the physical cringe his body does.

“and i love you no matter what,” it’s quiet, but you hear it, muffled by your cringe minecraft bedspread. you love him too.

[neolovesneo]

boyfriend!yangyang × fem reader angst & fluff where they have their first argument, and not talk for days but make up in the end with kisses and cuddles :)

Thank you so much, hope u have a great day/night <33

SECOND OPTION.

boyfriend!yangyang | fluff & angst | boyfriend au

note ; tysm for requesting anon! im so embarrassed and sorry that this took so long,, and i hope u dont mind me adding them crying while making up! i hope u like it! :) + mentions of wayv's xiaojun <3 + the ending sounds suggestive but istg its not okay they just kiss 😠 + requests are closed!

note 2; uhhh also i never expected this to get so long... almost 1.8k words... like?????? WHO AM I AND WHAT IS THIS CAPABILITY I HAVE

Maybe if you tiptoed to look over the crowd with your eyes squinted just a bit more, you'd be able to see YangYang.

He would be rushing in through the crowd, bucket of caramel popcorn in one hand while the other held a large soda - his favorite.

He would be dressed in his usual all-black hoodie and skinny jeans outfit, dark blonde hair bouncing up and down as he'd race over to your side.

He would apologize for being so late, soft kisses pressed all over your cheeks while he squeezes you in one of his tight hugs.

He would, right?

"Ma'am, the movie is starting in less than a minute. You should enter the cinema right now." The usher urges, interrupting you out of your thoughts. "I can direct your friend into the cinema when he arrives later." He continues to offer, trying to be as helpful as possible.

Tears well up in your eyes, and you shake your head. "It's alright." you mutter, a smile in sad disbelief forming on your lips. He watches on in surprise as you rip the tickets into shreds and toss them into a nearby bin.

"He's not coming anyway."

. . .

It was something that seemed to be happening more often these days. Just last week, YangYang didn't show up on your roller-skating date. The week before that, he didn't show up on your lunch date either.

The reason?

He forgot.

That seemed to be happening more often too.

Maybe it was the concerning amount of energy drinks he was consuming. Or maybe it was the also concerning amounts of time he was spending at the internet café, gaming away with his friends.

Whatever it was, it was starting to get on your nerves. The fact that he was the one who planned all these dates doesn't help either. YangYang also seems to think a simple, "Oh, sorry! I forgot. I'll make it up to you next time, I promise." is enough of an apology.

It's not.

. . .

"Had fun gaming today?"

YangYang looks up from his phone at your voice, seeing you sitting on the couch. Your expression gives nothing away; to him it just seems like it's going to be another ordinary conversation between the two of you.

"Yeah!" he replies cheerfully, kicking his shoes off by the door and walking in. "I managed to attack the opponent's base in like, what, five minutes? I also won over Xiaojun and ascended four ranks."

Your boyfriend's tone is laced with pride and joy while he remains oblivious to the way you're burning up on the inside with anger.

"Really?" You question dryly, teeth gritted with a strained smile. "Didn't you have any... appointments or dates to go to today?"

He stops scrolling through his phone to glance at you, and for a slight moment, you think he's going to remember - but that's a bit of a high expectation for a boyfriend who's been forgetting about his plans with you for weeks.

"Nope. Didn't have anything going on today." he mumbles in conclusion, shrugging and turning back to his phone.

That was the final straw for you.

"Yang, you forgot about our date again!" you burst out irritatedly. "You were the one who wanted to go watch Spider-Man, you were the one who said he'll get the popcorn and soda, you were the one who told me to wait outside the cinema, and you were the one who wasn't there! Again!"

The color drains out of YangYang’s face when he realizes. “I'm sorry, I forgot about it - let’s go watch it tomorrow! I’ll be there, promise!” he suggests sheepishly, trying to lighten the situation.

“But that’s what you said the last time! All you care about are your stupid games, with your stupid friends, and with your stupid self."

"Hey, don't call my games stupid." YangYang scoffs indignantly, folding his arms. "There was a special pop-up event today, and I needed to get a new skin that I've really been wanting." he argues.

You splutter in disbelief, trembling with rage now.

"Seriously? That's more important than our date? Our relationship?"

Now it's YangYang's turn to splutter in disbelief, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "I never even said that!"

"You know what? You should just tell me that you're not interested in me anymore, cause I'm sick of being your second option." you seethed, poking a finger against his chest for emphasis.

Now, a part of YangYang's brain informs him that he's messed up big time, and he should really just apologize. Yet another part of YangYang's brain is speeding through a million thoughts a minute, and he says the absolute unthinkable.

"And so what if you are my second option?"

The stunned silence is deafening as your head spins because there's no way your boyfriend just said that. So what if you were his second option? So... what?

"How can you... say that?" you whisper, voice closed up with hurt and anger. Tears begin to spill down your cheeks, and YangYang instantly regrets all he's said and done.

"Wait, I didn't mean to-"

"Whatever." you interrupt, wiping your tears with the back of your hand as you head for the door. "I think we need some space apart. I'll let you know when I want to see you again."

He barely has time to say anything before you slam the door shut on your way out, leaving him sinking to his knees in nothing but pure guilt and fear of losing you.

YangYang really messed up.

— A few days later.

Lately, anxiety has been one of the many emotions YangYang had been going through. Today was the sixth day since your major fallout, and he hasn't directly heard from you since then.

A few awkward calls to your friends informed him that you were safe and sound at one of their houses, but you didn't want to see him just yet.

It was eating YangYang up on the inside, and there was nothing he wanted more than to have you forgive him. So he made do to just that.

. . .

"Hello?" you answered, avoiding the angry glares and quiet mouths of, "No! Don't answer him!" your friends were shooting at you. "H-Hi." YangYang stutters on the other line, sweaty hands making it difficult to hold on to his phone.

The words he wants to say die down in his throat as he realizes it feels like forever since he's heard your voice - let alone see you. "If you're not going to say anything, I'm going to hang up." you state flatly.

He scrambles to wipe the tears out of his eyes at this, nervously sitting up straight. "I uh- I wanted to ask if you could come back to o-our apartment? I want to apologize to you face-to-face. Please?" He whispers, fingernails nervously picking at his sweater.

The stutter and uneasy wobble in the tone of his words don't go by unnoticed, and you know he's being sincere about his apology. "Okay." you reply, "Give me fifteen minutes."

. . .

Those fifteen minutes felt like decades while YangYang waited in torturous agony, pacing back and forth in front of the door. He can only pray that you'd forgive him, the only thing that mattered to him right now.

The familiar jingle of keys by the door snaps him out of his nervous trance - you were finally here.

"Hi." YangYang nervously greets the moment you walk in, voice coming out in an embarrassing squeak. His heart races while he keeps his hands to himself, not sure if you were ready for a hug from him yet.

"Hi." you echo, locking the door behind you.

"I uh- want to apologize to you. Not just for the dates I didn't go, but for everything else." YangYang starts, clearing his throat awkwardly as he stands closer.

"I... I can't believe I let myself get so caught up in games till I was neglecting our relationship, neglecting you, and I'm sorry. The past few days of living here alone really showed me how much you do for me, and I'm sorry for not appreciating you and telling you enough about how much I love you and how much you mean to me. It's okay if you're still mad at me, but I really really hope you'd at least give me a hug, because I just-"

A choked sob escapes from YangYang's throat, cutting him off in his apology. Quickly wiping a stray tear away, he tries to continue, anxiously squeezing his hand open and shut. "I just really missed you and I'm so sorry." he whispers quickly before breaking down crying, face buried in his hands.

Now, you've never seen YangYang cry. Like, ever. So when you see him crying right in front of you, you can't help but start crying yourself, quick to close the distance between you two with a hug.

"I forgive you." you manage to say through your tears, holding your boyfriend close as you cried into each other's shoulders.

Slowly, your cries settle down into stuffy sniffles while you continued to hug YangYang, soaking up all the physical contact after days of being apart.

"Thank you for forgiving me." YangYang whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "I love you so much."

The sudden confession makes you chuckle as you pull away to look up at him, brushing the fringe out of his damp eyes.

"I love you too." you whisper back. With that, you lean up to kiss him, lips locked with each others' like two missing puzzle pieces.

YangYang sighs contentedly into the kiss, feeling like he was in heaven - because to him, it was.

He'd like it if this heaven was enjoyed more comfortably though.

So he leads you towards the couch, lips never once leaving yours as the two of you stumble towards the said piece of furniture.

A small gasp of surprise leaves YangYang's lips when the back of his knees hit the couch, causing him to lose his balance and land on his back.

You can only laugh at his clumsiness as you jump right back into his embrace, softly caressing his cheek.

“I've missed kissing you and holding you like this." you admit quietly, face flushing red. YangYang's face mirrors the shade as he locks his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly closer to him.

"Let's make up for all the lost time now then."

© neolovesneo, 2022.

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i'm also missing your galadriel x reader fics, so here's a prompt:

Galadriel x Elf!Reader (married)

Thranduil and Reader are childhood friends and decided to visit Reader and Galadriel's home and starts reminiscing the times they were both still young, and Galadriel gets a bit jealous....or something, feel free to change things, if ever youre gonna write it!!!

I'm so sorry im such a sucker for your Jealous!Galadriel fics ahhh, also sorry if its a bit long.

Gold Rush

Galadriel x Elf!Reader; Platonic!Thranduil x Reader

A/N: Don't worry, detailed requests are chef's kiss. This isn't my best work though, I'm sorry 🥲

“Well if it isn’t the Elvenking himself,” you beamed as you saw the King of the Wood Elves, your dear childhood friend, Thranduil waiting for you at the entrance to the Halls.

“Ah, Y/N. Surely it hasn’t been long since I last saw you? You look younger than ever, my dear,” he remarked. He put a hand on your shoulder as you give him a curtsy. “You know you need not do that, do you?”

You both laughed as you stood straight again. “I could say the same way to you. By the way, I’m sure you know of my wife, Galadriel.”

You looked behind you, seeing that she and a handful of Lorien elves that went along with you had finally caught up. Due to your excitement of being back to Mirkwood, your home, after centuries of living in Lothlorien with Galadriel, your pace may have been quicker than the rest of your company.

Your hand found its way to your wife’s back as she stood beside you, the great leaders of the two Elven kingdoms giving each other their greetings.

Thranduil offered his hand as you made your way to the Elvenking’s Halls which you graciously accepted. You didn’t see Galadriel raise a brow as you, once again, went ahead.

Galadriel couldn’t help but feel as if she was an outsider as your and Thranduil’s voice echoes in the room with both of you reminiscing the past. She knows the long history between the two of you, how close you are and how one means to the other. She couldn’t help the twinge in her chest as she feels as though you’d forgotten about her.

But your hand comes to rest on her knees, turning to her as you give her a smile before going back to your conversation with him. Somehow, it soothed her.

As the King's little feast concluded, he personally showed you to the room where you’ll be staying.

“I bid my good night to the both of you. Lady Galadriel,” Thranduil nodded to her. He turns to you. “Y/N, I am beyond happy to have you back here, even for a short time. Welcome home.”

With that, he left the two of you to your own devices.

“So much has happened since I’ve last been here,” you sighed dreamily, not quite done with all the trip down memory lane, that is sure to continue the next day.

“It’s interesting to hear King Thranduil’s side of the story. I find it amusing how the two of you have completely different versions of what transpired,” Galadriel commented, faux enthusiasm laced in her voice. Though the sentiment was sincere, she feels tired, and frankly, the sparkle in your eyes as you talk about your time together with the Elvenking isn’t helping what the Lady of Lorien feels at the moment.

The two of you get between the sheets. The long day came to catch up on you as you yawned. “Oh, I feel like our visit here isn’t enough to keep up on all the things I’ve missed.”

You turned to face your wife; her eyes trained on the ceiling. “Thank you for coming with me, meleth nîn. I appreciate you coming all the way here with me.”

“It’s nothing, my love. We should sleep; we still have a long day tomorrow.”

You dismissed Galadriel’s languid reply, thinking she must be exhausted from the trip. You pressed a chaste kiss on her lips before you closed your eyes.

The cold and empty side of your bed woke Galadriel up.

“I remember you braiding my hair in this very spot,” Thranduil nudged you as you sat on the stairs located in the throne room.

You smiled as the memories replayed in your mind. “Yes, and you would always accuse me of pulling your hair… which was true.”

“Yet despite that, I never let anyone touch my hair but you.”

“So, can I have the honor of touching the King’s precious hair? For old time’s sake.”

Thranduil chuckled heartily. “I would love that, Y/N.”

That’s how Galadriel found you, Thranduil’s back on you as your fingers delicately glide through his hair. She decided not to ruin the moment and turned away, so she didn’t see the two of you looking at her before she disappeared from your sights.

“I envy you, Y/N.”

Stunned by your friend’s remark, you halted your movements. “What do you mean?”

“You get to spend your time with the love of your life, and maybe one day return to Valinor. Together.”

You could hear the melancholy and grief in his voice as he remembers his wife. You feel for him, as he decided to suffer alone ­– he never talked about her as if she never existed. But you understood why.

“She wouldn’t want you to wallow in sorrow, Thranduil,” you continued to finish the braid on his hair. “There we go.”

As you stood up, he surprised you with a firm embrace. You knew he was not one to show his vulnerability, and you feel truly honored to see this part of the King.

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“How are you, my love? I haven’t seen you all day,” you found Galadriel wandering in the kingdom’s halls.

“Forgive me, I wanted to visit the Mirkwood on my own.”

You stared at your wife, squinting your eyes at her as you feel she was not completely telling the truth.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

Galadriel’s head turned to you; her eyes slightly widened. Sometimes she forgets how you could tell that something is not right with one look.

She tilts her head down. “I feel… something when I saw how happy you are when you reminisce your memories together with the King. It’s not necessarily bad. Like a sudden and sharp pain in my chest. And your eyes are already bright but now they doubled their spark, it’s enough to blind anyone.”

You slowly closed the distance, your fingers coming to gently tip Galadriel’s chin up. You couldn’t help but smile at the downcast look on her face. No one is as adorable as her.

“I think jealous is the word for that, meleth nîn,” you answered. Your hands cupped her cheeks as you made sure she won’t look at anything but you.

“I apologize if my actions made you feel bad. You have no reason to be jealous, my love. I promised you all of eternity. Trust me when I say that.”

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