#i want to not be anxious i want to feel safe taking in group chats with my friends

[vaginadentatas69]

A timeline of events so they’ll stop rattling around in my head:

-Around April, my cat pisses in my bed and I’m too exhausted to handle changing the sheets. I shop around for a different bed to sleep in, and find a friend who has a free bed and doesn’t mind sharing with me. We sleep together, and I go about my business the next day as normal. (I will later find out this friend was actively suicidal and had a plan to kill themself that night, something I didn’t know at the time and had I known I would not have had sex with them)

- I keep up the casual sex with my friend because we both enjoy it and find it mutually beneficial. We talk about having had feelings for each other in the past, but agree that we’re comfortable where we’re at

-Around this time I lose my health insurance and start a long bout of being unmedicated

-In June, I go on a date with a coworker to pride

-In July another friend asks me out and I accept, partially out of interest in a triad with their partner. We all three start dating.

-In August, the original friend gets cold feet about my affections going elsewhere, and wants to formalize our FWB into a relationship. We start dating after I affirm that I’m aromantic and generally make a bad boyfriend by traditional standards of relationships (not very affectionate, bad at keeping commitments, forgetfull of peoples existence, ect)

-Over the course of the relationship, I struggle to set boundaries because of my own baggage. Multiple friends bring up their discomfort with the way my partner is overly-touchy in common areas, including groping me at the dinner table during D&D. I bring this up with my partner while we’re alone and their response basically amounts to “people can tell me themselves if they’re upset”. The behavior does not improve.

-I find it emotionally exhausting to field my partner wanting to see me every single weekend while I’m unmedicated and struggling to keep up with daily maintenance chores while working 40hrs a week. Partner will ask if they can come over or if they’ll “be in my way” while I’m going about my day (because they physically block my way to demand affections before I can be released back to what I was originally doing), and will encourage me to neglect my chores to spend time with them.

-Circumstances put a wheelchair user in my home because he has nowhere else to live. It overcrowds the house, and leaves my girlfriend who’s sharing her bed to sleep on the couch. It’s not ideal for anyone because it was never supposed to be a long-term solution, but we make it work out.

-I break up with the friend who asked me out in July but maintain the relationship with our mutual partner. We agree that we work better together as friends.

-In January my coworker had raw sewage infecting their apartment and comes to stay with me for a couple days, severely overloading the house and jamming a whole stick in the operation of keeping the house livably clean. It’s a disaster for everyone.

-The beginning of March my coworker finally moves out, and takes the wheelchair user with them to a new, sewage-free living situation. This is around the same time I finally get medication again, and also decide to break up with my partner. I fumble the breakup by asking for a break instead because the relationship and the prospect of ending it were driving my anxiety haywire, and blurt out words I meant to edit into a more refined message before we talked about it in person, because I communicate better over text than talking.

-My ex has a hard time with the breakup, something I expected, but goes directly to my DMs seeking consolation and alternatives. I correct myself and assert that I meant to break up, not just ask for a break, because I don’t have the emotional capacity to be the kind of partner they want. Ex continues to bargain in my DMs and asks what they did wrong, and I try to explain as kindly as I can that we were just incompatible. Since these messages I have daily chest-pounding anxiety every time I think about them, and every time they message me.

-Ex uses a shared friend space to mourn the loss of our relationship. I hold my tongue because I expected them to need help from friends getting through this, and encourage our mutual friends to still talk to my ex so they don’t lose an entire social circle for the end of one relationship. Ex continues to stick foot in mouth until our mutual friends say something about it being crass entirely independent of my input. Ex interprets their actions as me telling our mutual friends to stop being friends with my ex.

[kira-dofc]

Bodyguard! Gojo x K-pop Idol Male reader

Part 2

Part 1

Notes: I don't really know what to say, but, OMG, I MADE A SMUT? Well, I had to do it someday I had to feed you all with Gojo 😔

Word count: 3000

Warnings: Smut! Size kink (?), overstimulation, sub male reader, I don't know anymore.

Fem and minors dni! (18+ content warning)

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You woke up to the sudden buzz of your phone. It was 7:00 a.m., and your eyes, still heavy with sleep, struggled to focus as you reached out to turn off the persistent alarm. With a groggy sigh, you placed the phone back on the nightstand and collapsed back onto the bed, seeking the warmth of your blankets. As you did, you felt a comforting presence next to you: a white-haired man with a strong yet gentle grip around your waist. His name was Gojo, and his presence had become your most cherished comfort.

Gojo nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as he groaned softly, still caught in the haze of sleep. You felt his warmth envelop you, and you instinctively tightened your embrace around him, pressing yourself closer to his invitingly warm chest. His body heat was intoxicating, and you found yourself sinking deeper into the mattress, your worries melting away in the safe haven of his arms. He was perfect, and every moment with him felt like a precious gift.

The morning light began to filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Despite the intrusion of dawn, you couldn't bring yourself to leave the comfort of his embrace. Gradually, you drifted back to sleep, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene slumber.

When you woke up again, it was to the disconcerting realization that Gojo was no longer beside you. The space where he had lain was now cold and empty. Panic began to set in as you quickly sat up, your eyes darting around the room in search of any sign of him. Your heart raced as you scanned the hotel room, your mind conjuring up all sorts of anxious scenarios. You clambered out of bed and started your frantic search, checking every possible hiding spot.

You peeked into the small kitchen area, hoping to find him making breakfast, but there was no sign of him. You even looked under the bed, inside the closet, and every other conceivable nook and cranny, but to no avail. Just as you were beginning to feel a deep sense of dread, you remembered the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you felt a glimmer of hope.

Pushing the door open, you saw him, and relief washed over you. There he was, taking a bath, completely naked and seemingly unbothered by your sudden entrance. His surprise was evident as he flinched at the sound of your voice, but his expression quickly softened into a chuckle. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a playful glint in his eye. "Want to take a bath with me?"

Your face turned crimson as you stammered, "No!" You hastily retreated, slamming the door behind you, feeling like a blushing mess. You could still hear his laughter echoing from the bathroom as you sat back down on the bed, trying to calm your racing heart.

Desperate for a distraction, you picked up your phone and opened it, only to be greeted by a barrage of notifications. The headlines screamed at you:

**Xx News: "Y/N L/N Dating Rumors Revealed: K-pop Idol Y/N L/N in a Relationship!"**

Your heart skipped a beat as you scrolled through the messages. Your group chat was exploding with activity.

**Geto:** "BRO, YOU'RE TRENDING RIGHT NOW 💀"

**Nanami:** "What the hell is happening?"

And then there were the countless fan messages, each more dramatic than the last.

**I want to suck Y/N's toes 💖:** "BRO, MY HUSBAND IS DATING SM1 😔💔💔🤬😡😟😟😔😔💔💔"

**Y/N-kun uwu?:** "GOJO DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY POOKIE WOOKIE BOOKIE BEAR ARGARGARGARG 🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡😡"

You sighed, knowing full well that this was bound to happen eventually. Gojo's slip-up had exposed your relationship to the world, and now you were trending for all the wrong reasons. While it was partly his fault, you couldn't deny your own role in the fiasco. Still, you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all as you continued scrolling through the flood of messages.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the bathroom door. You looked up to see Gojo, still wet and very much naked, peeking out with a sheepish grin. "Baby, where are the towels? I can't find 'em," he called out, looking helpless.

Startled, you quickly got up, "Wait, I'll go get some." You rummaged through the drawers and found a fresh towel. You handed it to him, trying to avoid looking directly at his still-damp form. "Here," you said, your cheeks still burning.

"Thanks," he replied, his smile widening as he took the towel and wrapped it around his waist. You turned to leave, but he caught your wrist and pulled you back towards him. You found yourself face to chest with him, his muscled torso warm and inviting. You looked up, meeting his mischievous gaze.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"This," he said softly, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that made you weak in the knees. You let out a breathy moan, lost in the sensation of his lips against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away, his breathing heavy.

"You know we can continue this," he murmured suggestively, his eyes dark with desire.

You shook your head, trying to regain your composure. "No, I have a lot I want to do, and I'm getting a bath."

"But I can take a bath again," he teased, pulling you closer.

"No," you said firmly, but with a smile, gently pushing him away. He pouted playfully as you finally managed to escape his grasp and head towards the shower. The warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of sleep and the tension from your encounter with Gojo. It was refreshing and calming, a welcome respite from the chaos that awaited you.

After your shower, you dried off and dressed in a comfortable yet stylish outfit: a grey shirt, beige cargo pants, and black sneakers. Feeling more like yourself, you walked back to Gojo, who was now fully dressed and waiting for you with a playful smile.

"Come on, let's eat. I'm hungry," you whined, your stomach growling in agreement.

He chuckled, "Okay, okay, let's go."

You both grabbed your keycards and headed down to the main lobby, where the hotel's breakfast buffet awaited. As you walked side by side, the events of the morning replayed in your mind, a mixture of embarrassment, amusement, and contentment. Despite the unexpected turn of events, you felt a deep sense of happiness inside you, as you looked over at him, staring at his eyes.

You two finally reached the lobby and were met with a chaotic scene at the entrance. A throng of paparazzi and cameramen waited outside, their flashes illuminating the glass doors like strobe lights. You weren't sure if they were there for you, but the mere possibility made you decide to focus on eating first.

The breakfast buffet was extraordinary, an impressive spread of culinary delights. You couldn't resist the allure of the beautifully arranged dishes. You piled your plate high with a variety of foods, from fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon to fresh fruit and delicate pastries. Each bite was more delicious than the last. Before long, you felt your stomach reaching its limit. Holding your bloated belly, you groaned, "Too much food..." and grumbled. Gojo, sitting across from you, had eaten significantly less, his appetite seemingly much smaller than yours.

As you sipped on a final glass of orange juice, your thoughts drifted back to the commotion at the hotel's entrance. Curiosity gnawed at you, and you decided it was time to investigate. With Gojo by your side, you made your way towards the front of the hotel. The moment you stepped outside, a barrage of camera flashes assaulted your eyes. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming, and you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Just then, you felt a sudden warmth enclosing your hand. Gojo had grabbed it tightly, his grip reassuring and firm. "Let's get out of here, come on!" he urged, his voice cutting through the cacophony. Without another word, he pulled you back inside the hotel, the paparazzi surging forward in an attempt to follow you.

You both ran towards the elevator, the hotel's security guards stepping in to hold back the growing crowd. The elevator doors opened just in time, and you and Gojo slipped inside, the doors closing behind you with a reassuring thud.

Panting, you rested your hands on your thighs, trying to catch your breath. You glanced at Gojo, who was laughing despite the situation. "God, it's only been a day, and people are already obsessing over us!" His laughter was infectious, and you found yourself chuckling as well. However, the moment was interrupted by a ding, signaling the elevator's arrival at another floor.

The doors slid open to reveal a familiar figure. "Y/N, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." It was your current group member, Geto. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you and Gojo. "Close," you commanded hastily, and the doors began to close slowly, leaving Geto standing there with a bemused expression.

Finally reaching your floor, you walked down the hallway towards your room, Gojo's hand still firmly holding yours. The adrenaline from the chase had left you both slightly giddy. You fumbled with the keycard, eventually managing to unlock the door. Once inside, you immediately plopped down on the bed, the soft mattress welcoming your tired body.

Gojo let out a sigh of relief, flopping onto the bed beside you. "That was intense," he remarked, a hint of amusement still in his voice.

"Tell me about it," you replied, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the quiet. The events of the morning played back in your mind, from the lavish breakfast to the unexpected paparazzi ambush. You were still trying to process it all.

Gojo's hand remained in yours, a comforting presence amidst the chaos. "At least we have each other," he said softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him, a smile tugging at the corners of

your lips. "Yeah," you agreed, "we do."

"So what do you want to do now?" Gojo questioned while leaning towards you, "We could order wine and drink stuff or..." You gazed at his mouth as it mouthed the words he was muttering. How soft and plump his lips looked. They way it was the right shade of pink, enough for you to just kiss it until it fades it's color.

"I know what do to," "What?" He looked at you enthusiastically. "Just wait, I'll make this fun for you."

You leaned towards him, giving him a kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, squeezing it as you laid your chest to his. You fell into the kiss as he held your waist tightly. Swaying it from the movements of your lips interlocking his.

His started tongue exploring your mouth as you let out a muffled moan. This turned him on. He moved up from the corner of the bed to the middle, keeping your contact intact with him. Your kisses just mean everything to him. Just the mere sense of biting your soft lips, making him hard every single time. Your moans, too, give him a tingle everything he hears it. The first kiss filled with pure romance turned into sloppy, dirty ones.

You arched your back, trying to deepen the kiss. You just loved the feeling of his skin touching yours. The way he held your hips as he buckled it near his crotch. You two soon ended the kiss, hoping to catch some breath. He then pulled off your shirt as you unbuttoned his. His abs were perfect. You grazed your hand onto his collarbone as he grazed his at your hips. His hands soon touched your back, giving you small shivers.

"Suck me off first, babe?" He said as he placed his palm on your cheeks. He then unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. You sat there in front of him to see a wet and bare cocktail standing in front of you. You looked at his as you thought if this was a good idea, but your body did its thing and went closer to it. You kissed the tip as you played with the slit, teasing it before suckong it in. "Hey, not teasing..." Gojo said with a slight whimper in his voice. His hand held tightly to your head, swirling your hair clockwise with his thumbs as you finally took it in one whole push.

You were quite experienced, giving the fact that you and Gojo had done this multiple times, so you could say your were his personal slut ;). A small whimper came out of Gojo as he held your hair tightly, trying to stop the sounds he was about to make. You slowly took it in, moving up and down as you swirled your tongue on his tip. Good enough. This made him moan quite a couple of times.

Soon after, your head was being pushed up and down by Gojo as he held your head tightly. He was like holding some kind of pillow with a hole inside, trying to satisfy his sweet, sweet cravings of your mouth. You couldn't breathe, but you couldn't deny that it felt great, too great. He soon came, strings off his baby makers fell right into your throat, it was rather sweet and warm.

He then lifted you up to his legs as you sat on him. He pushed you on the bed as you played there half naked. He took off your pants, almost ripping it on the process, as he held your hips. You then felt a sudden twitch in your aching hole. You saw his idea finger coming in and out of you. This wasn't enough for you to moan loud for him; you wanted something bigger. He then added a second finger, thrusting it in and out. With your face all flustered, you covered your face with the nearest pillow as you tried to muffle your soft whimpers coming out from your mouth. "You said you're making this fun for me? Now, why don't you make me listen to your sweet voice, hm?" He said as he touched your prostate, making your squeal louder than anyone could.

He soon noticed your sudden scream as he chuckled and kept hitting the same exact spot over and over. Your screams turned into moans as you felt your climax peaking over. Gojo leaned over to you, his chest close to yours yet still not stopping from his fingering. His breaths were hot, hitting your face every time he pushed his fingers in and out of your body. It felt amazing, especially coming from a man like Gojo. He huffed and soon pulled out his fingers. You looked up at him in question, just to see him aligning his tip into your hole. Half of his inch soon went inside of you. It wasn't your first time, yes, but it still felt weird. His slow thrusts in and out of you have made you moan so loud anyone from outside could hear it.

You slow thrusts soon paced up and trusted in and out of you every second. His cock springing in and out of you as he explored every part of your insides. This, though, wasn't enough for him. He then perked off your dick. This felt too good now. The overstimulating is driving you insane. You panted as you felt pleasure both in you and on your dick. Man, he would do anything just for you to feel good. Your hands gripped at the mattress as Gojo breathed heavily on top of you. His hands soon met yours, interlocking his to your fingers. His breathes synchronized with his thrusts as you let out some breathy moans just for him to hear. He then held you up, holding your back as you sat on his legs. He then flipped you over, holding one of your hands to your back. Only one hand could support you now, but this feeling made you forget the uncomfortable mess you are in. He then held you on to him again as he thrusted into you while you sat there in front of him.

After what seemed to be 30 minutes, he finally came, knotting your insides with his cum, and yours splurting on his abs. He held you tightly as you hugged him tightly while arching your back. You nuzzled your face to the crook of his neck as he breathed heavily, "Y'know, I would do this all day with you, but I wouldn't want to see my baby limping on stage tomorrow," he said as he continued breathing heavily "I love you," he said, "I love you too, Toru" You replied as you rested your face on his neck.

[sixela-sixela-sixela]

Sylus x reader

You have been working for Sylus for many years, in that time frame he has never shown you any bit of warmth. The most you have every gotten was a smile and even that was more of a smirk than anything.

Somehow you manage to grow feelings toward him in these years. Many may prove to differ by saying you're insane, but something about his snow-white hair and his muscled build just immediately drew you in.

You were currently on your way back from a mission with Luke and Kieran. Sylus tasked you to find out more information on some random rich guy he apparently made a deal with. Sylus didn't usually disclose much to you, he pretty much left you in the blind when it came to his business dealings. The mission was originally supposed to be solo, but Luke and Kieran insisted on tagging on long for whatever reason.

“The information I found out was actually useful,” you mumble to yourself smiling. You manage to steal some files on the guy apparently he imports protocores and evol weapons for Onychinus. But lately, he has been leaking information on Onychinus to various groups around the N109 zone. “It's safe to assume this information got back to Sylus and he wanted me to come and investigate for more confirmation,” you say, a light bulb instantly going off in your head.

Your hand was hovering over Sylus’s office door, it’s not that you weren't confident in the information you found out but for whatever you were also anxious to report back to him after a mission. It's not that you’re afraid of him but part of you wanted to impress him, so you always went above and beyond when it came to your missions.

“You did good on the mission,” you mumbled trying to console yourself. You knocked on the door waiting to hear a response.

You were going to knock again but you heard a response. “Come in.” When you heard his voice it just made you more anxious. You twisted the door knob and walk in to see him sitting at his desk looking over files. “Report,” he said blankly never looking up from his files.

“Mr. Burres has been selling Onychinus information to multiple groups around the N109 zone, he also has been harboring multiple Aethercores and is planning to auction them at a gallery next week.” you say blankly trying to sound more confident than what you are feeling. You put the file on his desk and wait for his response.

“Your dismissed,” he says in the same indifferent cold tone, still never glancing up from the file he's holding. You turn around and walk out of his office and closed the door behind you.

When finally out off his office you take a deep sign, not realizing you had been holding your breath. You walk towards the living area to take a seat and collect your thoughts.

“Did I say your do something wrong,” you sat overthinking not understanding why he was so cold to you this particular time. He was usually really short with you but this time he didn't even glance at you.

You were sitting on the sofa for about half an hour now. You decided to detract yourself from your thoughts and tried gather more information on Mr. Buress by researching on your phone. You knew it was useless but it was better than thinking about Sylus cold behavior towards you.

You were interrupted from your thought when you heard a set of footsteps approaching. You glanced up slightly to see Sylus walked with a Woman you've never seen before. The scene felt so surreal, Sylus was smiling as the Woman chatted about some random topic that had nothing to do with Onychinus or anything in the N109 zone for that matter. They walked into his office and closed to door behind them.

Seeing that shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did, you couldn't help but question why he didn't look at you like he looked at her. You tried to erase the thought from your head, trying to convince yourself maybe he wasn't interested in her, maybe he was just deceiving her to get information on something. His persona just a moment ago couldn’t be genuine. Could it? He’s certainly never acted that way around you.

Sylus had given you another assignment on another random guy that he had dealings with , who he suspected was working alongside Mr. Buress. You could barely focus on your mission from your mind wondering back to the woman you saw with Sylus yesterday. But nonetheless, you completed the mission and were able to get your hands on flies containing who Mr.Buress was in business with.

You knocked on his office door with your report, you waited for about a minute when you didn't hear a response you knocked again still no response though. You glanced at your watch to see that it is 6:00pm realizing he usually is in his chamber around this time. In the past he has told you around this time to place the reports in his chamber and he’ll look at them.

You assumed he was asleep since he usually naps around this time. So instead of knocking you just walk in. Your eyes widen when you see Sylus pinning the woman from yesterday against his bed. “M-My apologies!,” you said quickly and closed the door with the report still in your hand and walked away quickly trying to wrap your head around what you just witnessed.

You can feel tears welt up in your eyes. “ I-i need some fresh air” you mumble under your breath quickly leaving his mansion. You tried to stop the tears from falling but despite your efforts, they came down like a waterfall.

“W-Why,” you say in-between tears. What does she have that I don't, I've tried my best to impress him for years, so why does he choose her after only after knowing her short period of time? “Why did I think he would never want me he won't even look me in the eye.” you thought while the salty tears ran down your cheeks.

You've been walking for about 15 minutes, trying to console yourself. When suddenly you hear your phone ringing, you fished it own of your pants pocket to see it's the twins. You wipe your face before answering, “Hello?” you said trying to sound like you haven't been balling your eyes out. “ Your Name” Where are you Sylus says he needs the report from you but you are nowhere to be found,” the twins say in sync. “ My apologies I had an errand to run I’ll be back shortly with the report” you say quickly voice cracking slightly. “Alright be back shortly Sylus doesn’t like to wait” they say in sync again. A mumbled a quick ok hung up and rushed back to his mansion.

You arrived back and hovered your hand over his office door; you were positive your face was puffy and your eyes were red from crying but you tried your best to hide it hopefully he didn't notice. You knocked on his door and to your surprise instantly heard a response “Come in.”

You twisted the doorknob and saw him sitting at his desk, this time you spoke first,” Apologies for the late report” you said voice kinda scratchy. You walked over and placed the files on his desk. You turned to leave and didn’t bother waiting for his response,” One thing” he said in his usual tone, you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. “ Knock before you enter my chambers,” he said and looked up at you this time. “ I understand apologies” you said rather lifeless. You turned around and walk towards his office door, when you seen the woman from earlier walking in and accidentally bumped your shoulder. “ Im sorry” she said remembering me from the embarrassing moment earlier and blushed slightly. “It’s fine” I smiled at her. Before I closed the door I could hear her telling him something,” That’s nice MC” you heard him respond

to her in a warm tone much different from the one a few seconds ago. You quickly closed the door and walked away again feeling your eyes starting to burn with hot tears again.

[loveandmurders]

You belong to Ambrose II (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hello everyone! First, I really want to thank you all for the love you gave to the first part of this story (that you can find here). 😍🥰

It made me so happy but also very anxious about this next part haha! I planned 3 parts in total (a fourth maybe, if you ask for it), and I do hope you'll enjoy this series as much as you did at first <3 <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of stalking, kidnapping and murders, morally grey reader, reader getting angry, sad and feeling guilty, some strong words, dark!brothers, very brief mentions of sexual desire and activities

Lester was good at following people without them to notice him, even if there was no one else on the road. He knew the roads by heart and his hearing was sharp, so he could guess where a car was without being right behind it. He actually parked near the forest and simply closed his eyes to guess which roads you were taking. He guessed you were at the campsite; a lot of tourists stayed there too. You were making things very easy for him and he thanked his luck. When everything seemed quiet again, he walked through the woods, just to make sure he was right and indeed, he found you sat with your people. You were five in total, but you all looked too gentle and soft to really be a problem for him and his brothers. He watched you, hidden behind a tree. His heart was clenching at the sight of you laughing. Even if it wasn’t with him, just hearing this beautiful sound once again was making him thrilled. He couldn’t wait for his hands to roam your body like they used to either.

He let you eat with your friends and he let you fall asleep under the bright sky full of stars. He saw you chatting a little while with one of the boys of the group and he had to admit he really didn’t like it. He didn’t know if he was your boyfriend or not, but he was definitively jealous. And he would need to talk about it to the twins so they could get rid of the man. Actually, he wanted everyone dead as quickly as possible, because you didn't belong to any of them.

He texted the location to his brothers.

Soon enough, the three men were towering over your group, their whole being finally calming down: you were back in their life and they weren’t going to let you go anymore. They couldn’t believe you were finally there and they didn’t attack your group right away. They wanted to enjoy the calmness written all over your face first. They always thought you were looking like an angel when you were sleeping. Vincent tried to memorise the scene so he could draw your sleeping form under the moon. Bo almost smiled, so relieved you hadn’t disappeared forever. Lester was the only one growing impatient. The twins knew things weren’t going to be too pretty after they kidnapped your group and they didn’t want that. They wanted to go straight to the moment where you would allow them to show you tenderness and to pleasure you. It was going to be so much work, so they wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment.

If only you had never left them; things would have been so much better.

If only you hadn’t decided to camp so close to Ambrose, you would have been safe.

Deep down, you knew you should have asked your friends to drive away as far away as possible, but you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want your friends to worry about anything and to ruin the nice mood.

Because you knew it was useless; the Sinclairs were hunters and they never let go of their prey until they had it.

Because you wanted the brothers to force you back into their lives, even though you would rather die than admit it.

You knew it was over when you woke up, in the middle of the night, feeling watched. You also heard quiet footsteps all over your group. You could have grabbed the little knife you had in your bag, or you could have screamed to wake up everyone, but you didn’t. You simply waited. You didn’t want the Sinclairs to have to hurt your friends or yourself. Maybe especially yourself.

You still jumped when you felt a hand over your mouth and you looked up. You recognised Bo’s touch on you and tried your best to not start crying out of fear. The man shushed you into your ear, before he took into your delicious scent.

“Shh, sweetheart, won’t hurt ya, 'kay? No need to make things difficult” he whispered to you and you nodded which made him smile “Atta girl” he praised you.

It was then you noticed two shadows moving over your friends. You weren’t too sure what they were going to do to them. You started to panic and tried to get away from Bo’s touch. “We won’t kill them. Yet. We’re just druggin’ them so we can brin’ them to Ambrose with us” Bo explained to you. You calmed down but you still shook your head at that. “I know ya want them all safe and sound, but we can’t let them go to the police, so they come” Bo replied and you heard the venom in his voice. He couldn’t hide the jealousy and the rage of his girl loving other people than him and his brothers “Time to go back to sleep, princess” he mused and you tried to fight as he pressed a tissue over your face.

You didn’t struggle for long before everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt like you were back years ago. You were laying down in the guest room in the Sinclairs' house; a guest room that was actually yours because Trudy insisted for you to leave your belongings there, as it was your second house. It wasn’t like the Sinclairs were inviting anyone else at home anyways (or that anyone wanted to sleep in their house either). Your parents weren’t too happy about it, but you often slept there. The room was still the same with its pinkish walls and the cream furniture. Drawings were on the walls. You almost wondered if you were going to be late for school before you realised what truly happened. 

The Sinclairs kidnapped you and your friends. 

You tried to sit up but you realised one of your hands was cuffed to the bed frame. You cursed and tried to get your hand free until you heard footsteps in the corridor. You stopped breathing, waiting for someone to enter the room. Your heart was hammering inside your chest. You wanted to believe it was all a nightmare, and that you were going to wake up soon.

Bo cracked the door open and smiled when he noticed you were awake.

“Hello, doll,” he hummed as he entered the room.

You finally could have a good look at him and you had to admit he became as handsome as you thought he would be. You looked away, afraid of what was going to happen to you, afraid of him. Your whole body was tense and you cursed yourself for having tempted the devil like your mother asked you not to. You had been so so stupid.

Bo walked to you before cupping your face to force you to look at him. He had lost his smile. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. You tried very hard to not start crying. Or to not lean into his touch. His skin felt so warm against yours.

“Please, Bo. Let us go” you whispered. You noticed that the man’s jaw tightened. It was clearly not the first words he wanted to hear from you after all this time.

“Trust me, no one’s leavin’ no more” he harshly replied and tears fell down your cheeks. It calmed him down “Ah baby” he shushed as he knelt beside you to kiss your tears away. You hated how much you loved to feel his lips on your skin once again. “Ya’re meant to be a Sinclair, ‘s fate bringin’ ya where ya belong. And we’re all gonna take an extra good care of ya for all the years we had to go through without ya” he continued as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You want me, keep me and let everyone else go, please. They have nothing to do with this.” you begged again. Bo sighted.

“Ya shouldn’t’ve left Ambrose, doll. Now ya have to pay the price for it” he simply shrugged and got up. “Gonna bring ya some breakfast, baby, I’ll be back” he added and left the room.

You cried even more, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reason with the Sinclairs. You hoped your people were still alive so you could help them to escape, even if it meant you would stay at Ambrose forever.

You were tugging on the handcuff again when you heard the door being opened a second time. You looked up to see Vincent watching you from the entrance. He looked like the shy boy you met the first time. You swallowed hard. You wanted to ask him what he did with your friends but you realised you were too afraid of the answer, so you stayed silent. Vincent finally moved closer to you and knelt in front of the bed. His fingers gently traced your face, as to memorise the change in your features since last time he saw you. You let him do it and closed your eyes. He removed the tears with a sad pout concealed behind his mask. You could pretend you were still a teenager, and Vincent was quietly flirting with you through tender touches.

You opened your eyes again when you felt the masked twin grab your free hand. He removed enough of his mask to press your palm against his scarred skin. You could have stayed immobile, but you didn’t. You gently stroked his cheek and he hummed in approval, his eye closed in well being. It felt so good to finally get your touch back.

“Hi, Vinny” you whispered and he looked up at you with the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He kissed your hand. “Not gonna hurt me, right?” you asked, just to make sure. The man instantly shook his head. “Not gonna turn me into a wax statue either?” you added with a bite of your lips. Same answer. Relief flooded through you.

Forever love you. Missed you so badly. He slowly signed to you, as he wasn’t certain you still remembered ASL, but you did.

You didn’t have time to answer before Bo entered the room with a trail of food. It smelt good; you could already recognise his signature pancakes. Vincent stood up as Bo put the trail on the nightstand.

“Gonna untie ya, but nothin’ stupid, girl” he warned you and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t too sure how you could be any more stupid than you already had been. What were you thinking when you decided to bring your friends so close to Ambrose? You wondered if deep down you hadn’t wanted this. “Y/N” Bo groaned and you simply tug on the handcuff. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself now!” Bo exclaimed as his hand flew on your wrist and you stopped tugging.

“Untie me then” you replied and Bo let escape a little smirk

“Ah yes, ya’re so hot when ya’re all bossy, ain’t ya?” he teased as he removed the handcuff from your wrist. You didn’t reply because you refused to acknowledge him flirting with you, like he used to. You massaged your wrist as you sat up. 

Knowing they weren’t going to hurt or kill you, appeased you a little and you thanked Bo for the food. You actually ate it with appetite, even though the twins’ stares were making you feel uncomfortable. They both sat, on a chair or on a desk, staying silent. They shared looks from time to time, but you tried your best to not mind them.

“Are they dead already?” you suddenly asked, because you needed to know

“Who?” Bo asked back, feigning innocence

“My friends” you groaned, your stomach twisted in worry. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten before asking this question, you thought.

“No idea who ya’re talkin’ ‘bout” Bo shrugged.

You had a very bad feeling. You turned your attention toward Vincent, who tried to look away from you.

"Vincent." you simply said "Are they dead?"

Vincent hesitated about what to say. In the end, he slowly nodded at you. 

You got up and threw the plate on the wall in one swift and yet brutal movement. The porcelain broke as you started to angrily scream at them.

“Fuck! Fuck you all!” you cried out as both the twins got up. Bo tried to sit you back on the bed but you shoved him to the side. You grabbed Vincent by the shoulders “I swear to God, Vincent, if you fucking turned them into wax statues, I’m gonna burn down your cherished House of Wax to the fucking ground!!” you yelled even more.

Vincent’s eye widened and he thought about the four bodies he had already prepared to turn into statues. He quickly nodded though. He had no desire in upsetting you even more. And god forbid the twins to think how hot and attractive you were when you were so angry… If only you weren’t mad at them.

“How ‘bout ya calm down?” Bo grumbled but it only angered you more

“That I calm down? That I fucking calm down? You killed my people!! And then you wonder why I left Ambrose and never came to you all?” you screamed. Your words hurt Bo a lot more than he could admit so his own anger rose inside his chest

“Oh yeah? Well it’s funny ‘cause I ain’t rememberin’ ya carin’ that much about the killin’ before! Ya knew what mother and father were doin’ and it didn’t stop ya from livin’ with us most of your time!” Bo argued back

“It was different, it was your parents! I thought we could all live away from this mess, but no, you both decided the mess was worth it!” you continued

“It was the only life for us, and ya know it!” Bo replied as he gestured at Vincent who looked down

“You scared me off Ambrose” you cried out

“But now ya’re back and ya’re never fuckin’ leavin’ ever again! Ya’re ours, don’t ya know it, Y/N? Ya gave us everythin’ and we gave ya our souls in exchange! Didn’t ya enjoy flirtin’, kissin’ and havin’ sex with us? Or maybe ya were just a whore” Bo replied and you slapped him. 

You didn’t even realise what you did, you just did it. Bo pushed you on the bed and Vincent quickly stopped his twin from coming closer to you. But you weren’t afraid. You couldn’t be afraid of the people you truly had loved the most in your existence, and who had always been eager to do anything for you.

It was why the brothers loved you with such fierce passion; you had the strength to call them out on their bullshit and to make them obey. They were wrapped around your little finger, but it came with a cost: they would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you theirs.

“Is that what you think of me? Great, Beauregard! But it can’t hurt me more than what you just did to my friends! And then you dare tell me you love me?” you said as you sent a glance at Vincent who felt like you pierced his heart with a dagger “It ain’t love, that might be why I ran away from you all! I shouldn’t’ve come back to the South of the country. Stupid fucking bad luck!”

Bo was about to reply to this, even though Vincent was trying to calm him down, but the door opened again. You saw Lester entering the room with a worried expression written all over his face. Things were really not going the way it was supposed to, he thought. He had heard you arguing with Bo from downstairs and he hoped he could put everyone back in a good mood.

But you couldn’t even stand looking at him after what happened. You got up once again and pushed the twins away from you.

“You know what, get all the fuck out of my room!” you yelled and you continued to push them toward the door. Once they were all out, you slammed the door shut and fell on your knees as you silently started to cry.

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(I really hope I didn't forget anyone! <3)

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PART III

[breathinlove]

glue 002 ellie williams imagine

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sinopse: you might have a crush on your friend, college!au

cw: swearing, basically fluff, ellie plays soccer, puppy love again because that's my thing, slightly nerdy loser!ellie, reader and ellie are oblivious, not explicit if reader is fem or masc, not exactly proofread.

you had been up all morning, not up really, awake. it was 11:43 when you actually got up, sick to your core. niyah had checked on you before she left for her classes, leaving you some cash for lunch, it's not like you didn't have any but niyah just felt like a mom sometimes. she also gave you a forehead kiss.

you rubbed your eyes while your other hand hugged your aching stomach. you grabbed your phone and squinted at the brightness of the screen.

“shit fuck.” you hissed, boy did your head hurt. you had suspicions that ellie had made so much nervousness pile up in you that it was threatening to explode your head and your poor stomach.

you had always been a little… anxious and got nervous when you hung out with new people, especially without your best friends. they were your safe space, you smiled sweetly thinkin about them, so you read over the texts on your group chat ��take ur meds’. never the instagram one, because it's just your friend luana spamming instagram reels.

you laughed at your phone, turning it off just to wait for your friends to show up, you knew they would. you grabbed a piece of fruit and sat down again.

you grabbed your little notebook where you did all of your journaling, you always read some pieces before actually writing in it, so you did that. ‘ellie’ this ‘ellie’ that, from just last night before you got sick. but maybe you had already been sick from the moment she stepped into the room.

sick in your stomach, crippling nervousness. you and ellie hung out so much 1 on 1, so you assumed that's what happens when two anxious people get together to talk alone, even though you had known each other for a while now. you didn't give it much thought, well maybe you did. you wrote in pink ink...

‘she's so cute’ ummm late night thoughts were so funny to read over, right? just hilarious. ‘ellie williams #8’ adorned with stars and hearts? you were already sick last night, for sure!

on the other side of campus, ellie was at class but her mind was on the same side of campus as yours. ellie was very much in tune with her feelings for you, she'd say. ‘we're so awkward, we need to get closer!’ that's all you two needed, right? just that. she sighted, you looked at her adorned name in your notebook, she imagined your face adorned with flowers and asteroids?

she needs to pay attention in class! she'll think about you later, she wants to text you but she'll see you at lunch anyways so she decides against the text. ellie tried her best to focus on her boring class, impatiently waiting to see you again.

abby had texted you a few to let you know she was coming over, she was your childhood friend, inseparable at that. caring and loving, gentle giant abigail anderson. she was now on your carpet in front of you bed.

“so, did you take your meds?” she laughed, abby was a med student and definitely a good one but damn her she didn't know shit about pharmacy.

they might’ve teached her some of it, but this girl had very selective memory, it's not like you know what they teach at med school anyway. but you still thought she should cure you everytime you got sick, all your other friends agreed too.

“yep, i looked it up. turns out my friend being in med school doesn't serve me anything.” you stretched my leg to touch her with your feet and she gave you a disgusted look.

“you're such a bitch to me, i came to see you, sick girl.” she grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you with no force.

“abbyyy!” you laughed and tried yanking your feet back and she used more of her strength. she laughed with you and you felt less sick.

you two kept it up until you were falling off your bed onto her, she grabbed your torso, manhandling you so you looked at her. she looked mischievous, she had something up her sleeve.

“how's our favorite soccer star?” she smirks and you look scared, head jumping up and hitting hers. “hey! ouch lil girl…”

she soothed her head before soothing yours, with harsh pats... you weren't sure if she was soothing you or actively making it worse. you both laughed again, what the hell was wrong with you? you had slipped out of her thighs and sat on the carpet, right next to her.

“she's…” you coughed. “she's alright, i saw her yesterday.” you nodded to yourself and abby nodded back.

“right… right…” abby stared at you, smirk still in her lips, waiting for something.

you thought of what she might’ve wanted you to say. you used your brain so much that you realized something, eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed.

"what? you look like you developed your first thought.” she chuckled and you looked frightened.

“i forgot to tell her i'm sick.” you searched for your phone around the carpet and the bed.

“why would you have to tell her?” abby leaned back, watching you look for you phone.

"you know, even if she was a nurse in your wet dream, i don't think she can help.” she added when you ignored her.

“abby.” you actually slapped her nape and she hissed. “we were supposed to have lunch together, i don't wanna be rude and leave her hanging.”

“oooohh you're bailing her on your lunch date.” abby loved pressing your buttons and she knew which ones to press.

“yeah, our date at the campus cafeteria, abigail.” you found your phone under a pillow, one that you were sure you checked before. whatever, you texted ellie.

“abigail is crazyyy…” abby got up and peeped your phone from behind and you pushed her face, the fat on her cheek smushed. “sweetness, let me see.”

abby had a big sweet tooth growing so when you became friends, her dad started calling you tooth and sweetness, since she could never get enough of you. she clinged to it even now, when she was being nice but really often when she pissed you off.

“fine, tooth.” you caressed the cheek you had pushed. she laughed and playfully bit your shoulder as you turned off your phone.

“it's fine, y/n. she'll understand, of course.” abby slurred, you turned to her.

“yeah, i know. i wanted to see her though.” you rubbed your nose sitting on the carpet again, followed by abby.

“you'll see her soon, it's alright.” she patted your head and you looked at her blankly. “what? don't wanna see me too?” she pushed you head and snickered.

“i do, stop abby!” you laughed, pushing her back.

“you gotta crush and now you're gonna abandon me and lua.” she shook her head. “you won't abandon niyah because you live with her, but who knows! you might move in with ellie.”

“what are you even talking about?” you chuckled at her while she tried to maintain a serious face. “i'm not abandoning anyone.”

"AHA! so you do have a crush on ellie, lil girl…” she laughed loud, slapping her knee, now it was your turn to maintain a serious face while she laughed.

“first, you’re not funny. second, i don't have a crush on anyone.” she arched her eyebrow you held her temples, pressing her eyebrows back to their place. “stop, i don't”.

“be for real with me, pookie wookie.” you cringed hard with her.

“you can leave.” you both laughed so loud until she stopped and tapped your lap. “but she makes me nervous.”

“i know she does, might be something, don't you think?”

“mmm, i don't think so, we're both pretty anxious people so…” you shrugged and abby did too, she'd never pry.

“you might be right, time will tell.” she casually says as gets up. “you wanna order some? “i'm hungry.” you nod and she takes her phone out.

ellie on the other hand, is frowning at your texts, she's upset she won’t see you and she's upset you're sick. she immediately texted her friends dina and jesse about it, asking to have lunch with them instead.

she'd waited for them to meet up with her on campus, holding her phone. she wanted to text you again, but you probably needed rest so she opted out to spam texting cat, who wouldn't reply to the groupchat texts. cat was a fucking ghost most of the times, even when they dated... girl gets busy. when dina and jesse finally got there they walked together.

“y/n bailed on you, damn.” jesse shook his head ironically and dina rolled her eyes.

“shut up, jesse.” dina tickled his ear and smirked. they were walking towards the local subway.

“yeah shut up, she's sick dude.” ellie replied, with little to no humor.

her friends noticed. her hands were in her jeans pockets and she was looking down, jesse and dina knew her all to well to know she was even just slightly upset. childhood friends are like that, you'd know. abby was exactly like that with you.

“what's wrong?” jesse asked, palming her shoulder. dina stopped walking but ellie kept going, making them get back to walking too.

“nothin’. it's dumb, i just miss y/n or whatever.” ellie slurred, looking at her sneakers. jesse and dina chucked and she snickered.

“okay, okay. my bad.” jesse looked sternly at dina so she'd stop laughing. “you had plans?”

“actually yeah, i was gonna invite her to see me play saturday.” she looked up.

“it's wednesday, man. you can ask her later.” jesse started. “right?” he looked for ellie's eyes.

“as in a date?” dina asked, not afraid to. ellie was always open with them, she wasn't embarrassed by her feelings even though sometimes she was confused.

“nah, not a date. and yes i can ask later, but i get nervous and… i dunno.” she held her fingers as she sighed.

“just say it, els.” dina chuckled, jesse and ellie chuckled back.

“yeah, alright. i want her to see me play but i get nervous to ask and i thought i’d do it today.” ellie laughed at herself. dina and jesse nodded, they understood her.

“it's alright, you will ask. don't worry, she's gonna be thrilled.” jesse slapped ellie's back and dina looked at him in disgust.

"thrilled" dina mocked jesse, holding her fingers up as quotes.

they all busted out laughing as they got closer to the subways shop, talking about the saturday game, but never distracted ellie from the thoughts of you.

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[auras-moonstone]

high infidelity — ethan landry

word count: 1,910

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n and chad are in a dying relationship and ethan brings y/n back to life.

warnings: cheating (try not to do that!). fluff (might be a bit cringey??). sexual tension.

author’s note: i’m sorry if this isn’t super great, but my inspiration left the chat this week and college has been super hard too :(

EVER SINCE LIV’S DEATH, CHAD HAD CLUNG ONTO Y/N AS IF SHE WAS THE LIFEBUOY THAT KEPT HIM FROM DROWNING. At first, she was thrilled because she had had a crush on him for way too long. But eventually, he started healing and slowly began to pull away from her, yet not quite letting go. It was a miserable place to be for Y/N, and she was left trying to hold onto the remaining pieces of the relationship that meant a lot to her.

Chad was the first person Y/N had ever loved, and she really thought it was going to last forever. Looking now, she cursed herself for being such a hopeless romantic and creating too much expectations for a teenage relationship, especially for being her first one. Hell, she had even followed Chad all the way to New York.

As soon as they stepped foot in the city, Y/N panicked. A new reason not to break up with him just entered the list—if she did, she would be alone, in an unknown city where she didn’t have anyone but him. Because that was the truth, while she really liked Mindy, Sam and Tara, they weren’t her family as much as they were Chad’s.

They included her in their plans, but that didn’t mean she felt part of the group. She would’ve felt really lonely if it weren’t for Ethan Landry, her boyfriend’s roommate, who understood her silences like no one else and made her days lit up with just the sight of his smile. Two introverted loners who found a safe place in the other.

Y/N’s name had been engraved on Ethan’s heart since the very first day he saw her. He was disappointed to find out her heart belonged to his roommate, but it didn’t take him long to realize that maybe that wasn’t quite true—yes, Chad held her heart, but it didn’t belong to him. It was obvious Chad didn’t love her enough, and it was slowly killing her.

It boiled Ethan’s blood. Chad didn’t realize he was lucky enough to have the most amazing girl in his arms and he had been taking her for granted and neglecting her. And Y/N didn’t realize Ethan was there, willing to lover her with all his heart and show her the appreciation she deserved, and instead she was dancing around the truth of her dying relationship. Why couldn’t she see him?

Yet everything changed on April 29th. As almost every Friday, Chad had dragged her girlfriend and best friend to a frat party despite their countless complaints.

“Chad, you know I don’t feel comfortable at these parties. It’s not my scenery. I can’t stand crowded places and loud music” Y/N continued to fight her case.

“Stop complaining for one day” Chad groaned. “Don’t be boring, it’s just for a couple of hours and I’ll be right there with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, she wanted to yell so many truths. It made her a bit annoyed that Chad couldn’t understand she wasn’t being “boring”, she genuinely felt anxious and suffocated. She didn’t even understand why Chad wanted her there, considering that within the first five minutes he would leave her alone to talk to some frat boys or to get wasted.

“Hey, it’s fine. If you really can’t stand it, we’ll leave” Ethan said in a low voice, squeezing her shoulder in reassurance.

“Okay” she nodded, her body relaxing a bit. Why couldn’t Chad be more understanding?

CHAD DIDN’T EVEN WAIT FOR Y/N TO ENTER THE HOUSE BEFORE HE LOST HIMSELF IN THE CROWD OF PISSED PEOPLE. Once again, Y/N was left behind by him and if it weren’t for Ethan, she would have been completely alone in an unsettling place.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, noticing her tense shoulders.

“Just want the night to be over” she sighed. “I’m going to get a drink, you want one?”

“Sure” the boy nodded.

Pushing and shoving, she managed to get to the table filled with drinks. Knowing Ethan wasn’t really a huge fan of alcohol, she chose the less strong drinks. She turned around, cups in hand, ready to go back to Ethan when she slammed into a hard chest.

“Hey, gorgeous” a tall guy she didn’t know spoke. The strong scent of vodka invaded her nose and she couldn’t help but scrunch her nose in disgust.

“Um, hi. Could you move, please?” she asked politely.

“Dance with me” it wasn’t a question, more like a command.

She scoffed “Go bother someone else”

“Playing hard to get? I like it” he smirked, grabbing her waist. She tried to step back, not being able to do anything with her occupied hands, but the guy wouldn’t let her.

“Let me go” she glared up at him.

Before the unknown guy could respond, she was pulled away from him and new hands gripped her hips. This time, she leaned into the touch, recognising the strong male cologne coming from behind her. The protective and strong grip made her feel relaxed and secured, the way she always felt when he was around.

“Are you deaf? Back away from her” Ethan’s tone was new to her ears. It was confident, threatening and harsh. This side of Ethan was hot, and Y/N’s body grew warm.

“Sorry, didn’t know she had a boyfriend” the guy stepped back.

“Doesn’t matter if she has a boyfriend or not, she said no, so you walk away and leave her alone, got it?” Ethan spoke between his teeth. Once the guy left, his soft demeanour came back, but Y/N couldn’t stop replaying the way he had acted a few seconds ago. “Did he hurt you?”

Y/N shook her head, staring at him intensely. “Thank you” she said in a low tone. The lust she was feeling clouded all her senses, and it was hard to do anything but stare at him.

Her eyes spelled desire, and while Ethan could sometimes be oblivious, he was definitely not stupid. “You can’t look at me like that” his tone was a bit shaky.

“You are looking at me the same way, Ethan. That’s kinda hypocritical” she said, not taking her eyes off him as she took a sip from her drink.

He clenched his jaw and backed her into a corner. Her back collided harshly against the wall but that’s not why she gasped. One of Ethan’s thighs sneaked between hers, applying a bit of pressure to her heat. And if she hadn’t been aroused before, she definitely was now.

“You look so fucking hot tonight” he used that tone she recently discovered and was already a fan of.

Her hands gripped his biceps and her doe eyes almost made him collapse to the ground. Her look was one of need, but they also held sweetness and adoration and Ethan swore it was his downfall.

“Ethan” she said his name unlike ever before. She wasn’t just calling him, it was the recognition of something she had known for a while and was finally ready to admit.

“Yes?” he said hopeful. Their lips were close, yet not daring to touch. The desire was so strong that the gravity was becoming too much.

They were on a treacherous slope, and the smart thing would be to walk away but it felt like they were standing on quicksand. And while the path they were about to began was reckless, they knew it was worth it.

“I like you” she finally said.

The party and the people went out of focus in that moment. Ethan had dreamed about those words coming out of her mouth for so many months that finally hearing them in real life almost made him cry. He couldn’t help it, and before he realized what he was doing his lips captured hers.

It was like her heart started again, as if that kiss brought her back to life. Feelings Y/N thought were buried after her failed relationship with Chad had been slowly starting to make their way towards the surface once she began to spend time with Ethan. And now, right there in the dimly lit room, with music so loud it caused a migraine, and his body pressed against hers, they had finally reached the surface.

IN THE MORNING, Y/N WOKE UP WITH THE WEIGHT OF ETHAN’S BODY OVER HER. It took a few seconds for the memories to sink in, but once they did, her face broke into a smile. She looked down and had to fight the urge to grab her phone and take a picture—the boy had his face hidden on the crook of her neck as he breathed peacefully, his unfairly long eyelashes tickling her skin and his strong arm around her bare stomach. How could someone be that beautiful? Ethan was mesmerising and breathtaking, a literal angel.

He woke up a few minutes later, and his confused face was probably the cutest thing Y/N had ever witnessed. And then, when he caught sight of her, his entire being lit up and constellations appeared in his eyes.

“So it wasn’t a dream” he spoke with a raspy voice.

Y/N threw her head back laughing “Hi, you look really cute in the morning. I could get used to it.”

“I would love to get up like this every morning” he said with a lovey smile, “Though maybe we should talk about what we are going to do.”

Y/N nodded “Yeah. Well, I know I’m going to break up with Chad. But should I tell him about this… us?”

“He’s going to be furious, things are going to get awkward, and he’s probably going to hate us… but lying would be worse.” Ethan said, and she hummed in agreement. “Do you think I should be there? When you tell him, I mean.”

She thought about it for a second and then shook her head “I don’t think that’s a good idea. That might be too overwhelming for him”

Ethan nodded and silence filled the room for a few minutes. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course” she relied softly.

“Are you sure about me? I mean, I’m not some kind of getaway car, am I?” Ethan asked, the insecurity in his voice broke Y/N’s heart.

“Eth, no. Absolutely not” she sat up, face expression as serious as her voice. “You know, before I met you, I thought I was in love with Chad. And then you came and made me feel at home, protected, at peace and you made me realize that while I do hold love for Chad, I’m not in love with him.”

“And… are you in love with me?” he asked unsure.

Y/N smiled and peck his lips. “I’m so in love with you that every time you’re around my chest feels like exploding”

Ethan finally smiled and pulled her to his bare chest so she could feel his heartbeats. “I’m in love with you, too, as you can tell. To be honest, I’ve known it since the first time I met you.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait for so long. If I hadn’t been so scared, maybe I would’ve realized it sooner. It was kinda obvious, though. You have become my happy place.”

“You say the sweetest things, you’re going to melt my heart, love” Ethan said, looking at her completely enamoured.

“I feel like I should warn you—I’m the clingiest, most cheesy and affectionate girl in the world.”

“Warnings taken, I’m still staying.”

“Are you sure? You still have the opportunity to ran away” she said with a teasing smirk.

“Why would I ran away from my happy place?”

[maknaeswrld]

a life eluded | l.mh, h.js

wc: 6.5k

genre: soulmate au; reincarnation au; fluff; angst; poly!minsung x reader

cw: pov hopping; anxiety/panic attack mentions; food/eating mentions; Bee (I still feel like they need a warning); all soulmates are gn (they/them pronouns) for sake of future storytelling; past life memories in italics; please please let me know if I missed anything🫶

if you’re new here, start from the beginning: a life forgotten

Soulmates can be a painful thing. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to stop yourself from running away. 

Riley had left you with a hug, two phone numbers hastily written on a paper towel, and a promise to meet up soon. You and Lia counted off ten minutes before leaving as well, hopefully giving you enough time for Riley and any possible companions to be long gone.

You thought the idea of reaching out to them would scare you, but the more you looked at the numbers, the more you wanted to talk to them. You assumed Bee was the one that had yelled at your soulmates, drawing their attention off you long enough to make a break for it. 

They’ve been looking for you for a long time.

Riley’s words found themselves on repeat in your head, not letting up even slightly. How could they have been looking for you if they’d never met you? They couldn’t possibly have known you. But they still noticed your absence. Enough that it weighed on them, caused them to seek you out even without knowing who you were.

They’ve been searching for their ‘missing piece’ about as long as I’ve known them.

Their missing piece. Not a burden, not a hitch in all of their plans, not some unforeseen unfortunate circumstance. You were included in their future long before you even knew of your past, they’d been attempting to seek you out for far longer than you’ve been avoiding ever finding them. In their minds you were the final piece of an extensive puzzle. Their final piece.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you were typing both numbers into your phone and creating a group chat. 

Y/n: you didn’t tell me which number belonged to who so i just made a gc, I hope that’s alright.

Unknown Number: Who are you and how’d you get these numbers?

Unknown Number: shut up Bee, I already warned you about this. sorry Y/n, I was rushing a bit, this is Riley and the other number is Bee’s :)

Bee (Changbin’s soulmate): WAIT!!! YOU’RE MINSUNGS THIRD?! THE ONE THAT RAN AWAY EARLIER?!

Riley (Bang Chan’s soulmate): Bee istg

Y/n: uhhhh yeah, I suppose that’s me

Bee (Changbin’s soulmate): I would’ve run away too, those idiots are so loud

Riley (Bang Chan’s soulmate): you are actually not allowed to talk, I think the only person in existence that can rival Bin’s loud ass is you. the both of you together are my eternal migraine

Bee (Changbin’s soulmate): SHUT UP WE AREN’T THAT BAD

You couldn’t help the laugh that wells up in you at their banter, after that you fall into an easy rhythm talking with them. They understand you in a way you’re not sure any of your friends ever have. 

It didn’t take even two days messaging back and forth for the three of you to make plans to meet for coffee, Bee going on about how unfair it is that you met Riley already. You thought you’d be nervous, you spent the whole morning getting ready waiting for the nerves to hit. These were the soulmates of not just two international idols, but close friends to your soulmates who were in the same group. Everything about the situation should be sending you into a spiral of anxious thoughts, but instead you felt more at ease than you do going to dinner with Lia. 

“You look hot, where are you off to?” Your neighbor asked as you were locking the door.

“Coffee with some friends.” It felt too natural, the way friends rolled off your tongue. You hadn’t even met Bee yet.

“Be safe babes.” Your neighbor smiled, entering her own apartment. You weren’t close with your neighbor, but you always looked out for one another. Living alone wasn’t always safe, so having someone who would notice your absence was always a comfort thing for you.

The coffee shop decided on was a twenty minute walk from your apartment, you spent the whole time thinking over everything. When you had found out about your soulmates, one of your biggest concerns was the fact that there were others like you, soulmates of idols who knew who they were supposed to be with and couldn’t get to them. Or worse, that there were friends of yours, people who were the soulmates of the people you knew you had some cosmic bond with, people important to you that you’d never get the chance to remember. 

Due to Stray Kids popularity, you got to have your memories with your soulmates members, the memories of how close you were to each of them as well in every lifetime, but knowing they had soulmates, that you likely were very close to their soulmates, that you couldn’t remember them, devastated you.

And now you were meeting two of them for coffee. The memories with Riley had already started to slowly trickle in after the short time you spent with them in the bathroom, you knew more would start engraving within your deepest memories after more time spent together. The two of you were close in every lifetime, it gave you hope that everything would work out in this one as well.

“Y/n!! Run!!’” Riley laughed, hand holding tightly on yours as the two of you sprinted away from the lady chasing the two of you with a broom. 

“Get out of here, street rats!” The lady called after you. 

After several twists and turns to make certain you were securely away from any possible danger, you both sat against a wall to catch your breath. You started giggling, causing Riley to look at you as if you’d grown two heads. 

“What are you-?” Riley trailed off as you produced two small pieces of bread you’d managed to snake while Riley distracted the mean lady. Riley’s eyes lit up before laughter filled the space coming from the both of you.

You each enjoyed your pieces of bread, savoring the taste and the feeling of something on your stomachs, just sitting in comfortable silence with one another. 

You’d shared your whole lives running the streets, keeping each other alive and moving, and you always thought it’d just be the two of you, until Riley found Chan and your lives got thrown upside down.

You stared at the sign of the tiny rustic looking cafe. It was the type of place you’d go to every day if you knew it existed. Now that you did, you couldn’t imagine not regularly spending time there. You knew deep down, if all went well today, you’d be spending a lot of time there with Bee and Riley.

A bell jingled above the door as you pushed it open.The whole place radiated comfort and you felt at ease instantly.

“Welcome in, I’ll be right with you!” A cheery voice called from what you assumed to be the kitchen.

“Y/n! We’re over here.” You found a table in a small nook surrounded by books where Riley and Bee were sitting, drinks already ordered. “We didn’t know what you might like and Sage already knows our usuals, but we were waiting for you to get food.”

Before you could take one of the open seats between the two, a short person with a bright smile, freckles, and long hair brushed to a shine seemed to dance toward you, hands wiping at their apron, they reached one out for you to shake. 

“I’m Sage, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Their grip was firm despite the dainty tinkle of their voice.

“Y/n.” You smiled in return.

“What can I get ya, Y/n?” 

You order your drink, you, Riley, and Bee also putting in your orders for food, and just as fast as Sage had appeared, they’d disappeared back into the kitchen. Taking your seat at the little table, you took a deep breath before looking up, only to find Bee and Riley already staring at you.

“So like, when are you gonna finally meet your boys? OW! Fuck Riles, what was that for?!”

Riley pinned Bee with a pointed glare. 

“Are you avoiding your soulmates?” Sage asks, gently placing your cup in front of you and taking the last seat at the table.

You turn beat red at the accusation. “Not exactly.” You mumble.

“Totally is. They found each other young so they’ve had five years together already and now this one seems to think they’re going to ruin everything, even though Min and Ji already know about them and have been looking for them.” Bee stated, sipping out of their own cup. “OW! Fuck, why are you guys always attacking me!?” This time, Bee glared at Sage instead of Riley.

“Because you make yourself an easy target. Listen, Y/n, if there’s one thing I’ve learned while owning this shop and spending way too much time people watching, it’s that no matter how hard you try to fight it, you’re meant to be with who you’re meant to be with. That's just the reality. If you were going to ruin their lives just by them finding you, you wouldn’t be their soulmate. Simple as that. Min and Ji have been in here a few times with Chris and Bin, they’re good ones, I guarantee you could never regret letting them in.”

“Your parents made a good choice with your name.” 

Sage grinned, gently lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “It’s a fun name to live up to.”

With that, Sage disappeared into the kitchen once again. 

“They’re right though. I don’t think you could ever regret letting them in.” Riley smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand.

“Sage doesn’t know the boys are idols, do they?”

The way they called all of them by names Riley or Bee would refer to them as instead of any full name or stage name struck you as odd. Either they didn’t know or they were the bands inner circle, that thought making a strange sense of insecurity rise up your throat.

“Nah, Sage doesn’t really do technology and only really listens to the radio their grandfather had is his restaurant. They know next to nothing about the idol world, which is why the boys like coming here so much, it’s peaceful and off the beaten path.”

You nodded, sipping your drink. You could understand that, especially with the boys being idols with soulmates, a quiet coffee shop with next to no attention on it is the perfect place to be able to have uninterrupted time together.

Shifting in your seat to look around the small shop more, you found yourself wondering what your soulmates thought of the cozy shop and its somewhat eccentric owner. What were their regular orders here? Did they like having a regular order or did they change it up? You found yourself wanting to know how they decorate their rooms, if they like to read, what they like to watch. You wanted to get to know your soulmates personally in this lifetime, not just what you know of them from every life passed.

A few weeks ago, a few days even perhaps, that would’ve terrified you. You would have found yourself thinking of Jisung and Minho, and these thoughts plenty, but you always shut it down knowing it was fruitless, you wouldn’t get the answers anyways. But now that was different, now they knew you, now they wanted to get to know you just like you wanted to get to know them. Now everything was different, and the two men you love of your memories have a chance to become the men of your present if you so chose. 

While losing yourself in the thoughts, zoning out the conversation happening between the shop owner and your fellow Stray Kids soulmates, your eyes landed on a gorgeous trellis made of wood and covered entirely of vines and flora, reminding you painfully of the arch and altar at your wedding to the two men in one of the very first lives you had a memory of.

“Do not fret, Y/n. No one is going to show up to ruin your marriage tonight, and even if one were to try I am almost positive Changbin and Bee would stop them before you even knew about it.” Sage smiled at you over your shoulder in the mirror, helping you lace up the back of your outfit. 

“My father disowned me because of this wedding, it isn’t entirely implausible for him to not try and put a stop to it.” You sighed, worrying your fingers.

Sage pulled the straps a notch tighter than they needed to go, causing you to yelp and stare at your friend incredulously. “None of that.” Was all that was muttered before you were released and spun around, Sage’s hands finding their way to your shoulders. “Now, you are going to get out there, you are going to marry both of your incredible soulmates, and you are going to let your very oafishly protective elders stop anyone who threatens a bond as beautiful as the one you share with Minho and Jisung. Do you understand me?”

All you could do was nod, tears already welling in your eyes, as you pulled Sage into a tight hug. “Thank you, my friend.” 

“Oh goodness, have the waterworks started already?” Bee teased, leaning casually on the doorframe. “You look great, Y/n. And if you’re ready, so is literally everyone else.”

Squeezing Sage one last time, you smoothed out the non-existent ruffles in your clothes before exiting the building, finding Chan holding a bouquet and waiting patiently leaning against the outside of the tiny cottage. When he looked at you, the emotions welling in his eyes were all you’d ever wanted to see from your father, and while a part of you wished he would have accepted your soulmates, you're more than grateful for Chan stepping up to such an important role.

“Are you ready?”

“More ready than I have ever been for anything.”

And with that, you were led out into the field, to the altar put together with wildflowers and plants, to your soulmates eagerly awaiting you to join them, to the life you’d never regret despite what your father anticipated. 

Because standing there under the floral arch, Jisung’s hand in one of yours and Minho’s in the other, you knew you could never regret them in anything for even a moment.

Minho watched as his lover paced incessantly back and forth in the cutie dorms living room. 

Bee and Riley had informed them that they were in touch with Y/n, their third soulmate, and that they were going out with you for lunch today. Riley refused to tell either boy where they were going, knowing Jisung would show up without hesitation and that Minho would just to avoid leaving Jisung alone in any way.

“What if they decide they don’t want us?” Jisung finally spoke the words that had been weighing on both boys since you disappeared a few nights prior, and even more so since finding out you’d been in touch with Changbin’s and Chan’s soulmates.

If you were in touch with the other soulmates, you could have found Minho and Jisung easily at any point. If you were in touch, one of them found you that night, which means you were likely mere feet from Jisung, as he had been with Riley. There were questions flying through Minho’s head at the same rate as he could see them in Jisungs eyes, but he had to remain calm for his lover, if they were to both spiral, no one would be able to calm Jisung.

“They’re not going to decide that, Sungie. They just found out they have two soulmates, you can’t tell me it didn’t take us a while to process that one too. They’ll find their way to us when they’re ready.” Minho pulled the smaller boy into his arms, pressing gentle kisses to the crown of his head.

“What if they’re never ready, Min?” The youngers voice was soft and shaky, Minho felt his heart break at the sound.

“We can’t think like that, Ji. Y/n is having lunch with two of our family at this very moment, if they were never going to be ready they wouldn’t have agreed to that.” Minho tried to ignore the shiver that ran up his spine at saying your name aloud for the first time in this lifetime, he tried to ignore the peace brought to him just by your name alone. His hold on Jisung tightening, his head burying in the youngers neck. “We’re going to be okay.” He promised, ignoring the persistent what ifs echoing in the back of his head.

What if Jisung was right? What if you were never ready? What if you never chose them because of who they are in this life? As much as Minho wanted to negate those thoughts, memories of lives that turned out exactly like that made him question if this would be one of them. 

His hand tightened around their wrist, trying to pull them back to him. “Why do you keep running away?!”

“Because I have to!” You cried, finally turning to Minho, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I have to.” Your voice breaking on every word.

“You don’t have to. You can stay with me, we can figure it out.”

“Figure what out? Minho, soulmates are not the end all be all. As much as I would love to just run to you, run away from everything but you, I have responsibilities. I can’t just do what I want, not in this lifetime. We’ve found each other, awesome, great, we’re still in two completely different worlds. You’d be better off trying to find the one missing from our memories, you’d have a chance to have a life with them, to be happy with them. Do that Minho. Find our third soulmate, forget about me, and be happy. Because I can never be, that’s just not how this life played out for me.”

“You’re telling me that despite everything, you’re not choosing me?”

“God why do you have such selective hearing?! I don’t get a choice Minho. I never did! I was born into the fucking mafia, people don’t get to just walk away from that simply because they found their soulmate. 

“Soulmates are a weakness just waiting to be exploited, you’ll live your whole life constantly looking over your shoulder, constantly in danger, because of me. Is that really what you want for yourself? For whoever we’re missing? Is that the life you’d choose for someone else? Because I wouldn’t choose this life for anyone and I am begging you to leave Minho. Get out while no one knows, get out while there’s no chance for them to know.”

“But I’ll know.” He hated how broken his voice sounded even to his own ears. “And you’ll know.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he would listen to you, that he’d walk away and never look back. But all you found was a horrifying sense of finality.

Minho wanted to take it away, let you be free of this world you were forced into. He wanted to take your hand in his and never let go, no matter the danger that came with it. 

He watched as your face morphed from the helpless near tears girl into a cold and emotionless woman, and it terrified him that you had been forced to learn to shed all resemblance of emotion within a blink. 

“I will not ever choose you over my family in this lifetime, Lee Minho. Your life isn’t of importance to me and if you’re so keen to get yourself murdered trying to talk me into leaving with you, then so be it. I won’t come to your rescue.” Saying the words felt like driving a knife right into your own heart and twisting, the look on his face as his grip loosened on your wrist only adding to the immense guilt. 

Ripping your arm away from his grasp, you turned on your heel, head held high, tears threatening your lashes, and left him standing there.

Jisung felt like he couldn’t breathe. All he could do was pace around like a lunatic, and every now and again stop to stare at his hands. The hands that held you, the hands that let you go.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see the way your eyes lit up, the way your smile outshines every star and sunrise he’d ever witnessed. He could hear the perfect harmony of you and Minho singing together, the way you didn’t miss a single syllable in any of his rap parts.

Jisung thought finding you would bring him peace, completeness, the sense of warmth he already knew with Minho, and for those few minutes he had you, you did. 

Now, Jisung figured just knowing you were nearby, knowing you were close enough that maybe he would run into you again would ease the pain in his chest at the memories flashing through his mind, but when Riley informed him that they were on their way to get lunch with Bee, and you, and refusing to tell him where they were going, he felt his heart shatter all over again. His breathing growing uneven at the idea of you being close enough to enjoy lunch with two of his closest friends, and yet nowhere near him. 

So Jisung paced. He walked back and forth and back again until he was dizzy, trying to rid his body of a pent up energy he had no idea what to do with. If he stopped, he assumed he’d collapse into a full blown panic attack, if that were to happen Minho would have to calm him down, and if Minho has to focus on keeping Jisung level headed, he won’t be able to grieve your absence too. 

Jisung knew he was spiraling, knew he wouldn’t be able to bring himself out of it this time, but he had to pretend he was okay, he had to let Minho spiral if he needed to, which means he can’t. 

He tried to distract himself. He thought of Minho, of the way he curls into him in his sleep. How Minho nudges his hand, silently begging him to keep scratching his scalp when Jisung gets distracted and stops for any longer than five seconds. The memories of how the late afternoon light filters across Minho’s features, making him look like one of those beautiful paintings Hyunjin talks their ears off about. 

But within these thoughts of his incredible soulmate, flitters in you. The way you had a habit of playing with Jisungs hands, he wondered if you’d still do that in this lifetime. He fell into thinking of the way you would stick your tongue out and furrow your brows when you focused too hard on anything, from washing dishes to sewing up a stab wound. He wondered why he had memories of you sewing up stab wounds, and which lives those were from, what you were like in those lifetimes outside the flits of memories he was gifted from the short amount of time he got to be by your side in this one.  

No matter how hard he tried, everything kept coming back to you. Trying to distract himself by thinking of his other soulmate would lead to memories of him coming home to find both of you curled up together, fragments of time stilled in his mind of the two of you, smiling at each other, at him. He knew he would lose his mind if he were to be forced to remember you in every single way and never get to experience any of it outside of those few minutes he had on the street.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

Your voice was like a melody to his ears, despite the harsh words echoing from it. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be here.” He countered.

Despite the racing of his heart, the familiarity of you, he had a job. One that required getting through you at any cost. 

“Whatever it is you were sent here for, think very hard, is it worth the cost of your life?”

Jisung didn’t really put a cost on his life. He was raised and trained for one thing only, to carry out orders by any means necessary. And, as if you could sense that in him, you shifted your relaxed stance just slightly, preparing for an attack, but softened your features. 

“There is more to life than what you know, little one.”

At the nickname, he lunged, but it was as if you knew exactly what to expect, perrying and gently placing your hand on his arm, sending the both of you headlong into forgotten memories and lives. 

Coming to, Jisungs guard flew up. He didn’t move, didn’t attempt to attack you, but he shut down every possible emotion you could try to gather from him.

“I can show you a better world. One where you’d be in control of your own life, where you’d have an answer to what is and isn’t worth the cost of it.” 

Your words were gentle, everything about you seemed to be gentle. You softened your stance, returning to the relaxed position, no longer planning to attack him or counter any attacks from him.

“If you give me a chance, I could give you the world.”

“I think I want to meet them.”

Riley shot up from their position sprawled across your couch, Bee’s mouth dropping open in shock. 

“Are you serious?” Riley asked, searching your face for any sense of unease or dishonesty.

You’d been spending endless hours with the two, they’d quickly become your closest friends, aside from Lia. You’d also come to spend a lot of time at Sage’s cafe, quickly learning they are very much a piece of your many lives as well. You were still unsure of how exactly Sage fit into the grand puzzle of lifetimes spent with the same friend group, but you knew they did. Your suspicions only confirmed with Riley and Bee’s agreeance of having Sage within their past lives memories as well.

“Y/n/n, I need you to be so for fucking real right now, do you actually want to meet them?”

You’d seen Bee get serious about stuff before, they weren’t all jokes all the time, but the way they were staring at you at that moment, you knew you had to give the complete honest truth. Bee was protective, and while that insane protective streak has since expanded to you as well, you knew without a shadow of a doubt they’d evescrate you before you had a chance to even think about hurting Minho or Jisung.

“I’m terrified of it, that hasn’t changed. But maybe you’re right, maybe it will work out.” You smile at your friends. “I think I’m ready to risk finding out.”

It didn’t take even twenty whole minutes to get a meeting set up, Riley and Bee dragging you to your room to get you dressed and ready. 

“Is it really a good idea to do this now? I mean, it’s really fast, don’t they want time to like, I don’t know, prepare or something?” You’d been rambling the whole time Bee sat on your lap to hold you in place while fixing your hair. 

“No. Because ‘giving them time’ only gives you time to back out and the last thing we need right now is Ji going into another spiral because he thinks you don’t want them.” You could practically hear the roll of Bee’s eyes as they finally got off you, surveying their handiwork. 

Huffing, you accept your fate as Riley forces an outfit into your arms and shoves you into your bathroom, pulling the door shut.

After getting changed and taking in your appearance, you had to admit, Bee and Riley were good. You’d looked hot, almost to the point of it feeling like it was too much. Taking a deep breath and hyping yourself up in the mirror, you open the door to find Bee and Riley lounging in the hallway, both looking up upon hearing the door open, Riley grinning and Bee letting out a piercing whistle as they take you in, high fiving.

“You’re gonna knock 'em dead, babe.” Bee winked.

You blushed, but couldn’t help the smile stretching across your lips.

“Alright then, let’s do this.”

Not every life went smoothly, not every meeting was practically gold and rainbows. But this one was. Childhood friends and also soulmates is nearly unheard of, most people couldn’t fathom growing up with the memories of every life before the current. But you had met Minho and Jisung at the ripe age of five, Jisung was the baker's son, your mom was looking for work, and you and Jisung were forced to spend hours upon hours every day together.

At first neither of you really understood the full depth of your shared connection, but when you both met Minho, and shared all the same memories with him as well, your young minds didn’t have it in them to care. 

Growing up, the three of you would learn the full extent of what happened, but you never had the disconnect from the memories, having your past lives almost completely integrated with your current. 

“I wish we could find each other young in every lifetime. It made everything so much easier.” Jisung muttered into your hair. You hummed in contented agreement, fingers massaging Minho’s scalp.

“Unfortunately, that’s not gonna be the case Sungie. Some lives will be easier, some will be harder, there may even be some we never meet at all. But at least in this one, we’ll get to love each other for far longer than we went without.” Despite his words, Minho’s voice was a purr and you knew without a doubt that all three of you, whilst scared of what future lives may entail, were perfectly at peace in that one. 

Riley and Bee had never spent so much time away from the boys. 

From the very moment Changbin found Bee, they were a permanent fixture within the group. Bee helped 3Racha write and produce, they were in the studio almost as much as the group, and if they weren’t there, they weren’t far.

Riley, from the moment of finally accepting Chan at least, was never far either. They would always be around, making sure all of the boys were eating, weren’t overworking themselves, taking in enough fluids. 

To put it lightly, the gap of their absences was almost painfully noticeable in the weeks they seemed to all but vanish. Ever since their lunch with Y/n, it’s been as if the two were ghosts in the skz household. 

Jisung knew they were still around, the lack of moping from either of his fellow producers was proof enough, but he hadn’t seen a glimpse of them for days, maybe even weeks. 

He felt as if his world was fracturing. Minho was working tirelessly on new choreography, Bee wasn’t around to help him with songs, Riley wasn’t around to make sure he was drinking water, all of his members were enjoying their break before the next comeback, and he was exhausted. Jisung didn’t know how to get out of his head, and he wasn’t sure who to ask for help from. 

He knew if he kept the pace he was at, he’d inevitably spiral, and that wouldn’t be any good for anyone. Jisung had decided to hide away in his room and sleep, it was the best answer he could come up with, but just as sleep was threatening to finally overtake him, his door burst open, a downright giddy Changbin standing in the threshold.

“I’m about to take a nap, tell me about it later.” Jisung groaned, turning his back to his friend before his friend could say anything.

Changbin, not having any of it, stomped over and ripped the blankets away from the smaller boy, lifting him out of bed, carrying Jisung to the bathroom, despite his protests, and threw him in the shower.

Before Jisung could complain, yell, or even get a thought in, Changbin turned the water on, drenching him in seconds. 

“Y/n wants to meet, get cleaned up and ready to go in ten.” The older boy said before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and leaving an absolutely dumbfounded Jisung to slowly register the words, excitement growing with his understanding. 

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Weeks. Minho had been trying to get the choreography for the next comebacks title track down for weeks. Everything he came up with didn’t feel right, and when it did he didn’t think it looked right. 

Hyunjin and Yongbok had offered to help, they’d even stayed with him, learning new dances, so Minho could see how it looked with multiple people, for a fresh perspective. But nothing was right. No matter how much Yongbok would swear he thought it flowed well, no matter how easy Hyunjin picked it up, nothing was right. 

Minho knew, deep down, it wasn’t the dances that were off, it wasn’t his choreography at all. He knew it was nothing to do with anything related to music that was wrong, but the only thing he could translate the misconstrued emotions to was dance. 

He created new dances every day to give his body and mind something to do, something to take away the wandering thoughts and memories. He’d rather tire himself to exhaustion than remember how it felt to have you by his side. 

Minho had come to the conclusion that you were not going to choose them, and he couldn’t blame you for it at all. His hopes were up after he’d seen his only hyung work things out with his soulmate, but not everyone could find it in themselves to be with an idol. Being an idol was hard enough, dating one was a whole other demon of its own. 

Despite knowing he has Jisung, despite being overwhelmingly worried about his lover, Minho simply needed to mourn the lover they never had a chance with. He needed his time to accept the fates cruelty upon their lives this time around, and then he’d help Jisung accept it as well. 

So he kept dancing. For weeks.

Minho had always found solitude in an empty dance studio. The way the mirrors would be completely empty save for his figure, the silence filling a typically boisterous room, there was just something peaceful about a place meant to be filled being empty.

He was stretching, preparing for hours of working out kinks in his newest routine completely unbothered. He wasn’t even supposed to be there. They were on break, all of the boys were off doing who knows what, and they were supposed to be relaxing leading up to their busy season. Yet Minho was in the empty dance studio, all by himself. 

He was lost in thoughts, already hacking away at the parts he wanted to rework, mentally trying to decipher how to fix them, when the door to the studio was nudged open. His eyes shifted to the door in the mirror, finding his only hyung standing in the doorway, a small smile gracing his features. 

“You might want to put your plans for the day on hold.” Chan said without even greeting him. 

“Why’s that?” Minho asked, being unable to stop the quirk of his brow. 

“Because we have lunch plans. Are you sweaty?” 

Minho shook his head, “Just got here, I was stretching.”

“Great, put on street shoes and let’s get out of here, we’ve gotta meet Bin and Ji at the dorms.” Chan smiled, moving to grab Minho’s bag for him. 

“What’s the rush?” Jisung hadn’t mentioned any lunch plans with the other producers, but to be fair he and Jisung had been somewhat distant from one another lately.

“It’s a soulmate lunch. Me and Riles, Bin and Beebee, you and your soulmates.”

Minho nodded his agreement, very used to soulmate lunches, working on lacing his street shoes when he froze in realization. 

Him and his soulmates.

````

To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement. You were downright jittery.

Bee and Riley were positioned on either side of you, both steadfast pillars of comfort bringing an almost overwhelming sense of security. You would be okay, because how could you not be with them by your side?

You’d agreed to meet at Sage's cafe for lunch, it was mutual ground and low foot traffic. Perfect for essentially a first meeting with your two idol soulmates and, from your understanding, Bee and Riley’s idol soulmates as well. 

You were ready to bolt. Ready to full on leg it home and lock your door, never to come out again. Despite the peace of knowing three of your closest friends would be there, meeting them was still an absolutely terrifying concept.

The what ifs a plague playing on repeat. What if they don’t like you? What if you ruin everything for them? What if their fans find out? What if, what if, what if. 

But with every bad what if, there was also a good one. What if you fit in seamlessly? What if they don’t care about their fans finding out? What if they are as scared and excited to finally meet you as you are to meet them? What if, what if, what if.

You knew you could bolt. You knew that Bee and Riley talked big, but if push came to shove and you needed an out, they’d have your back and get you out. You knew you could turn on your heel and walk the opposite way and they’d text their soulmates an update, and that yours would more than likely be devastated.

It was the fact that you could that kept you from doing so. The idea of Jisung and Minho waiting for you, the mental image of them deflating after hearing you’d change your mind, the thought of them being upset due to your actions, pushed you forward, kept you walking, and you knew no matter what you walked in on, you wouldn’t be able to back out now. You wouldn’t be the one to break the loves of your every lifetime. 

Seeing the familiar shop, your heart was in your throat. There would be no turning back, no changing your mind. In choosing to meet them, you chose to give them the ball, everything would be up to them, and the closer you got to the cozy shop, the more you realized you were truly okay with that.

You were never actually nervous about meeting your soulmates, you were giddy about it. 

As you pushed the door open, letting the familiar sound of its little bell notify Sage of your arrival, your eyes found your soulmates in record time, both sat at the table under the trellis covered in flora and vines. Your breath caught at the smiles gracing both of their faces, and you knew.

Even though soulmates can be a painful thing, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to run away from yours again. 

a/n: ahhhhh it’s almost overrrr😭🥺🥺 this was gonna be a lot angstier and then it just, wasn’t. and idk what that’s all about but I like how it turned out lol. I dragged my feet on writing this part for actual weeks and then wrote like, 5k of it in two days, so I hope it was good haha! thank you so so much for reading, please let me know your thoughts!!🫶🫶🫶

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[pretty-red-garnet]

The Alexandrian

Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader • Alexandria • Fluff

     Daryl looks around the gated community. It's strange, the houses— mansions, really— that lined the streets looked right out of a catalog or one of those home renovation shows. It was clean and if he couldn't still hear the quiet groaning from some stray walkers, he'd think he was transported back in time.

     Rick was cautiously looking at their guide, Aaron, and the leader Deanna. She wanted to interview them. Daryl almost turned and left right there, but then he saw Carl holding Lil' Asskicker, and his feet were planted where he stood.

     After they were all interviewed and had given up their weapons, they were given two houses to use. Daryl scoffed at the sight. No way would he get used to this. No way.

     As his group began to filter in the house, he gave one last glance around. There was a house not far that was smaller than the rest. It was nice, but looked out of place in the community. He didn't give it too much thought before heading inside.

     Everyone was smiling, still nervous and careful, but the hot running water had lifted some spirits. Daryl didn't care much. He instead headed back out to sit on the porch. Everyone was staying in the larger house, so he would take watch. The whole place gave him an uneasy feeling. He felt like the people were giving him odd looks. He didn't belong, and everyone knew it.

     It was late at night when Daryl was still outside. The house was too stuffy, he couldn't sleep. Not here. He was fiddling with his crossbow, absentmindedly cleaning it with a rag. It was more to keep his hands busy than anything, he could barely see in the dim glow of the porch light.

     He heard a door slam and his eyes shot up. It was from that little house not far. A woman was standing on the porch. She was a little ways away, but Daryl could just barely see that she looked tense. Her head was down so he couldn't see her face, but her hand was rubbing at her temple. When she sat down on the front step, her leg bounced anxiously.

     He bit his lip in worry. What did she have to be so anxious about? Maybe this place wasn't safe, maybe they were hiding something. Daryl vaguely knew that the thoughts were slightly paranoid, but he was on edge and hasn't slept in days.

     As if she felt eyes on her, her eyes flitted up to find his. Daryl shot his eyes away and instead began to fiddle with his bow again. He hears a door close again and when he chanced a glance back at the woman, she was gone.

Daryl looked at the house. It was large and filled to the brim with both people from Alexandria and his family. He bit his lip in thought. His family seemed adamant in trying to fit in, to try and make it work, but he wasn't so sure. He couldn't fit in here, he wouldn't.

Daryl wasn't a stranger to the sideways looks he got from the people here. The looks of disgust when he brought home animals on a string ready to be cleaned. Or when he was caked in blood and dirt from being outside the walls.

This party Deanna had thrown was something that was supposed to stay in the old world. Not when there are dead people walking around. He saw Rick holding Judith and chatting away with some of the locals through the window. He shoved his hands in his pockets and finally turned away. He couldn't do it.

"Hey!" Daryl looks towards the sound and saw Aaron standing at his front steps.

"Thought you were goin' to that party over there," Daryl says, gesturing loosely in the direction of Deanna's house.

"Oh no, I was never going. Especially with Eric's leg being how it is." Daryl looks at him with furrowed brows.

"Why the hell you tell me to go then?" Daryl says, his tone a little sharp.

"I said to try. You did," Aaron explains with a friendly smile. "Why don't you come in and have dinner with us? We're having spaghetti."

Aaron waves at something behind him and Daryl turns to look. It's that woman he saw the other night. She waves back but looks slightly confused at Daryl's presence. Now that he's closer, he can take in how pretty she is. She looks a little shy, but her eyes sparkle even in the dim lighting. Daryl looks away and back at Aaron, thinking for just a second before taking his invitation.

"So, who is that girl?" Daryl asks during dinner. He couldn't help it. He hasn't seen much of her around the community. He'd be lying is he said he wasn't the least bit interested.

"Oh, that's Y/N," Aaron says. "We brought her in a few weeks ago. She's still... adjusting." Daryl hums in response.

"Just haven't seen her around s'all." Daryl shrugs and slurps another mouthful of spaghetti. Aaron wasn't lying when he said it was good.

"She isn't very social," Eric says. "She's nice enough though. She just keeps to herself."

"We just try to give her space. She contributes to the community a lot, especially with her garden," Aaron finishes. "If you ever need some fresh produce, she's your girl."

It's the next day and Daryl is crouched by some bike parts. Aaron had offered him a position to go out scouting if he can put a bike together with parts he had. Getting out of these confining walls sounded great, so here he was, in Aaron's garage putting a bike together.

He heard footsteps and looked up, seeing Y/N standing outside by the open garage. She gave Daryl a peculiar look, glancing at him in the garage and at the front door. Finally, she walks over to him a little awkwardly.

"Hey, is uhh, Aaron or Eric home?" She asks, quietly. She's holding a little basket with what seems to be some tomatoes.

"Nah, they're at the infirmary." A worried look colored her face so Daryl rushed to explain. "Just checkin' up on Eric's ankle s'all. They're fine."

"Oh, ok, good," she says. Her voice is quiet still, soft spoken. "I just wanted to drop this off." She holds up the basket.

"You could leave it here, I'll make sure to give it to 'em." She nods and lays the basket down near the front of the garage. She gives him a little smile and Daryl's heart thumps. God, she's really pretty.

"Thanks." And with that, she's gone.

Daryl doesn't see her much after that quick interaction. Sometimes, when he can't sleep and he's outside, he sees her sit on her steps like she's lost in thought. Other times, she leaves before the suns come up, going beyond the walls with a gun on one hip and a buck knife on the other. Even bringing back some fresh meat once in a while. Daryl would be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't curious about her.

She's quiet and reserved. Sometimes he'll spot an Alexandrian going to her house to ask for a fresh tomato or berries. Unlike other residents, shes doesn't chat up a storm. She does what needs to be done and that's it.

Daryl will sit out on the porch some nights and wonder who she is. Aaron said he just found you a few weeks ago, but no other explanation. Where was she before? Had she had a group, or was she alone all this time? The woman could definitely handle herself if she came and went as often as she did.

"Hey, pookie," Carol's voice distracts Daryl from his smoke break. He'd been at Aaron's house nearly all day, and was finally done now that the sun was setting. He hums. "Could you go to Y/N's and grab some green beans? I didn't get enough earlier for my casserole."

Daryl looks at her and scoffs. Carol had slipped into the housewife role since coming to Alexandria, and it makes Daryl annoyed to no end. Mostly because she does it so well, baking cookies and playing Betty Crocker in flowy blouses. Makes him sick.

He hums and nods once, stamping out his cigarette and making his way to your house. He was nervous, he doesn't know you and just rocking up and asking for something felt off. He knows everyone does it, but still.

He knocks once he gets the nerve and wait. After a while and no answer, he feels awkward. Maybe she isn't even here. He's just about to turn and leave before the door opens.

"Hey, Carol just needs some more—" He stops short when he finally looks at the girl. The door is only open a crack, and her face is slightly concealed by shadow, but he can still see faint red marks around her eyes. Her fingers on the door are jittery and she shifts her weight from side to side. "You alright?"

"What did you need?" She doesn't answer his question. Her voice is rough, like she's been crying a while. Gone is the silky softness Daryl had heard the other day. It send a foreign feeling to his chest.

"Just... some green beans but—"

"Ok, give me a second." She turns and leaves, leaving the door open just a little. Daryl feels unbelievably awkward. The poor girl was just crying and now she has to fetch a stranger fucking green beans. She comes back a moment later with a basket of beans.

"Is that enough?" She asks, her face still tear stained but slightly redder, like she had scrubbed at it.

"Yeah, yeah... thanks," Daryl said. He grabbed the basket slowly. "You sure you're alright? I could go get Aaron or somethin'..." Daryl thinks they're close, he's seen her talk a little with him before.

"No, no. He doesn't..." she stops talking and looks anywhere but to Daryl. He waits patiently for her to continue. "I shouldn't bother him."

"You two are friends ain't ya? Sure he won't mind."

"I would," she says quietly, her voice still teary sounding, and she sniffles now and then. "Is that all?"

Daryl nods, still looking a little worried at her. But it isn't his business, so he doesn't stop her when she closes the door. He walks away from her house after casting one last look.

Daryl brings Carol the green beans and she looks at him a little thoughtfully. She tilts her head at him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asks, kindly. He shrugs and gives a noncommittal hum.

"She was cryin'..." he finally admits. He felt bad for saying it, he definitely wouldn't want anyone to walk in on him having a moment and tell, but it's Carol. He couldn't not tell her.

"Who?" Carol asks.

"Y/N. Wouldn't say what was wrong though." He shrugs, but still looks a little lost in thought.

"Huh," Carol says. "Maybe you should check on her later then." Daryl furrows his brows at her and gives her a look. "What?"

"I don't know her."

"Well, it'd be good for you to talk to new people. And from what I've seen, she doesn't seem to have many friends either. It'd be nice of you." Daryl thinks for a second before giving Carol another sideways look.

"You sayin' I don't have friends? The hell are you then?" Carol scoffs and laughs at him at the same time. Tilting her head at him.

"We're family. It would be good for you to talk to others. Branch out." She lays a hand on the man's shoulder.

Daryl couldn't stop thinking of the crying girl and what Carol said. He ended up not going to see her again, but he did sit up on his porch casting looks at her house that night. He couldn't get her teary eyes out of his head. That pure sadness in her face. It gave him a pressure in his chest he wasn't fond of.

Eventually he hears Y/N's door snap closes like it always does, and she plants herself down on the steps. She had a mug of something cradled in her hands. It must be hot because Daryl can see steam wafting from it.

He bites his thumb in thought. Maybe he should go over, just make sure she was alright. Like Carol said, you didn't have many friends from what Daryl could tell. She spend most time tending to her garden or outside the walls. The closest he's seen her with anyone was Aaron, and from her reaction earlier, she probably hadn't gone to talk to him.

Finally, Daryl follows the pull in his chest and walks over to her. She spots him right away, and those pretty sparkly eyes of hers nearly make him stop halfway. She looks confused and wary.

"Hey," Daryl starts. She nods, one sharp jut down of her chin. She's still giving him that look, like she's waiting for him to pounce or something. "Just wanted to make sure you're alright... seemed pretty upset earlier."

"I'm ok," she says. She looks down like she's embarrassed. "Sorry you had to see that."

"Nothin' to be sorry 'bout." She gives him a little half smile and it sends a flutter to his stomach. "Well, I best be goin'... just wanted to make sure you were alright."

Daryl backtracks. Maybe she just didn't want to be bothered. He shoves his hands in his pants pockets and turns around only halfway before her voice stop him.

"You could stay," she says. Daryl is surprised, and from her expression when he turns around, so is she. "Unless you don't want to... it is pretty late." She rushes out, tapping anxiously at her mug.

"Nah, I'll stay for a bit." Daryl, despite wanted to turn tail and run, stays. His interest in the mysterious woman outweighs his disbelief that a girl so pretty would want anything to do with him.

He takes a seat next to her on the stoop. They both sit in a awkward silence for a minute. Both just looking out towards the sky.

"You want some tea?" Y/N asks lowly, finally breaking the silence.

"You don't have to—"

"I don't mind." Y/N stands up quickly and goes to fetch the tea. She might just be shyer than Daryl, she seemed to want to run away more than he did. But if Daryl was honest, he found it pretty cute, even endearing.

She comes back a few short minutes later with a second steaming mug. She gives it to him with that same small, kind smile. Daryl could feel his neck flush. He accepts with a mumbled thanks.

"So uh," Daryl starts. "How long you've been here? In Alexandria." She takes a sip of tea and makes a so-so gesture with her hand.

"Maybe a month? Little more. Hard to keep track of time now..." She taps her mug still, must be a nervous tick. Daryl hums and nods an agreement. "I was the last person Aaron and Eric brought in before you guys. Feels nice not to be the newbie anymore." She has a little teasing smile on her face, but her head is still down low and her hair partially covers her face.

"Yeah, I'm not likin' being the newbie much," Daryl says with a scoff.

"Everyone looks at you funny... like they don't trust you, because they know of the things you must've done to survive on your own..." Y/N says. She looks down, lost in her head. Almost like she realizes she's been talking, she glances at Daryl and blushes.

"That why you were cryin' before? Cause of the things you've done?" Daryl regrets having spoken, because she looks close to tears again. Good going Daryl, Jesus Christ. He screws his eyes shut for just a quick second, chastising himself in his head. "Sorry, you don—"

"Yes," she says quickly, finally looking up to meet Daryl's gave. For the first time, he can really see just how beautiful and intense her eyes are. He can see every little speck of color. He feels his cheeks burn under her gaze.

"And the things you've done, are they why you sit outside every night? Don't sleep?" She asks him, not breaking eye contact. He nods, slowly, and Daryl sees something he was positive he'd never see in an Alexandrian's eyes.

Understanding.

Those nightly chats continue nearly every night. Even while they were planning how to get the walkers out of the quarry, no matter what time either of them had gotten up that morning. Even after the wolves terrorize the community, and a huge herd surround the tall walls, they still talk almost every night.

Even Daryl's family knew. Carol and Rick teased him about his nightly outings relentlessly. Especially when you'd go over to drop off their produce, it seemed they knew the quiet woman mostly did it to see Daryl.

Daryl and Y/N didn't see much of each other during the day unless it was dropping off produce. Daryl was always out, hunting, going on runs. Y/N mostly helped around inside, tending to her little garden and now helping Maggie with the large one she was planning in the center of the community.

But on rare occasions like today, Daryl and Y/N were both able to get away and head outside the walls. They were both excellent hunters, so Daryl escaped from the walls with her as often as possible. Which was never enough now that he couldn't get out to look for new people, as Rick had ordered.

"Oh, Daryl!" She called out. Daryl was slightly ahead, but turned back to her at her call.

"What?" She pointed excitedly at a little shrub. Daryl looked curiously from her to the bush. "What about it?"

"It's a huckleberry bush. I can dig it up and plant it back home." Home. It sounded strange to Daryl. The last place he considered home he'd lost in a fiery blaze, but he supposed that is what Alexandria is. Home.

Y/N sank to her knees and dug at the dirt a little before giving a satisfied look towards Daryl.

"It's really small, and not in season yet, but the roots look good. Won't be too long before the berries start popping up." Daryl kneeled next to her and helped her to dig it up. She smiled excitedly at him, and Daryl shyly smiled back. Her smile still made his heart jump, even after seeing it so many times. Y/N isn't so shy with him anymore, even if she's still reserved when it comes to other people.

After fighting with the shrub, they eventually yank it out. Daryl smiled to himself seeing the girl so pleased.

"We should get back soon. I should plant it soon as possible, wouldn't want the roots to dry up," Y/N explains. Daryl nods and suddenly becomes nervous.

"Yeah uh... could I show you somethin' first?" He asks. He's biting his thumb now, and Y/N gives him a skeptical look.

"Yeah, what?" She asks.

"Surprise." She looks at him crooked but nods. "Come on."

Daryl leads her back to his bike. She puts the bush carefully in the saddle bag and they both hop on. The first time they rode together, Daryl had been so nervous he'd almost crashed. Now, riding alone made him miss the warm contact.

It's embarrassing how much he had gotten attached to Y/N. Most days he couldn't wait for night fall so he could finally head to her porch and drink that funky tasting tea, just because it made her happy. If Daryl was honest, he'd do just about anything to make her happy and smiling.

Daryl was never in love before. Of course he's loved people, certainly loved his brother and his family, but he's been never in love. But if Daryl could guess, he's pretty sure it felt like this.

A sharp flick to his ear sent him back to present. He cast a look behind him to the culprit, who was grinning. He forced a dramatic frown at her, but that smile and giggle made his lungs just about stop working.

"Don't go so fast! My bush is rocking around in there," she yelled over the rumble of the bike, patting the saddlebag to emphasize her point.

"Yeah, yeah, you and your damn plants!" He teased, eliciting another giggle and a poke to his side. "Thought we had to be fast to get home so you could plant it?"

"Won't be anything to plant if it's all torn apart by the time we get there!"

Finally, Daryl pulled the bike to a stop. Y/N looked around before looking back at him. She tilted her head and smirked.

"More woods, consider me impressed, Daryl." He shoves her arm lightly and his face flushes.

"Stop."

Daryl leads her further into the woods before suddenly stepping in front of her. She looks confused and he can't help but think her furrowed brows and scrunched nose is adorable.

"Close your eyes." She gives him a scrutinizing look but obliges with a dramatic sigh.

"Better be good, Daryl."

He leads her carefully through the forest. One hand on her arm and another on the small of her back, he leads her slowly over large rocks and overturned logs with care. Daryl gets more nervous the closer they get to their destination. Maybe it was a stupid idea, or she wouldn't like it. Maybe he'd dragged her out here and she wants to go home.

"Alright," Daryl says finally. "Open your eyes."

Y/N opens her eyes slowly, blinking a little at the sudden brightness after having her eyes closed so long. After a second, he smiles brightly, eye flitting around.

It was a clearing in the woods, shaded by surrounding trees and covered in flowers. Large bushes of different colored flowers bordered the clearing, with small patches of wild flowers covering the ground in the center. He'd found it on a solo hunt not long ago, and planned to take her since.

Y/N was surprisingly quiet. Ever since they'd starting talking, she'd opened up to him completely. She hasn't been this quiet since that first time they met, and it made Daryl unbearably anxious.

"So..?" Daryl asks, biting his thumb and looking between the woman and his shoes. He digs his boot in the dirt, scuffing the ground, anxiously awaiting her reply.

"It's..." she starts. Finally, after an agonizing few seconds, she looks at him. She walks up to him and gently takes his thumb from his mouth. He feels heat course through his face but he holds her gaze steadily, and lets her pull away his hand. "It's beautiful."

She turns from him and wanders deeper into the clearing. Daryl follows, almost in a daze. She's never looked so beautiful, smiling and almost giddy with joy, stroking different flowers as she walks past. Daryl is sure his heart is going to give out.

Finally, she lays down right in the center. She laughs and reaches a hand towards Daryl. He steps forward apprehensively, but after catching another look at her jovial face, he hurries to lay next to her.

They lay shoulder to shoulder for a while. Just basking in the light that's filtering through the trees. Y/N absentmindedly plays with a flower between her fingers with her eyes closed.

"I love it," she says lowly, cracking her eyes open to look at Daryl beside her. He smiles.

"Ain't nothin'..." She whacks his hand laying beside her halfheartedly.

"It's not." She leaves her hand right next to his, the contact sending electric shocks up his entire arm. Tentatively, Y/N begins to fold her fingers in his. Daryl looks over to find that she's still looking at him deeply, with that intense gaze Daryl is sure he'll never get used to. He intertwines their fingers, both still staring at each other with flushed cheeks and soft smiles.

     Daryl is sure who started what, but soon enough, their lips are touching. It's like a magnetic force, and Daryl can't resist. He touches her cheek softly, and he can feel her smile against him.

     Daryl can't get enough, he doesn't ever want to. They push up against each other until they're completely melted together, touching from head to toe. She languidly pushes her fingers through his hair, smiling harder against his lips when he makes a pleased hum.

     After some time, Y/N pulls away. She gives him a brilliant smile that makes him push one more kiss to her lips before he is ready to stop. She curls into his chest when he lays down again fully, and he gently runs his calloused fingers through her soft hair. She lefts out a comforted sigh.

“I don’t…” Daryl starts then pauses, breaking the silence. Y/N looks up from his chest, her fingers curled up in his shirt under his vest. “I don’t know… how to do this.”

“That’s ok,” she says with that soft, kind smile. She brushes hair away from his face and her closes his eyes for a second, relishing in the feeling. “We’ll figure it out together.”

They lay next to one another for a long while, even after the sun begins to set. Sharing caring and soft caresses and touches. Sometimes giving the other little shy smiles. It’s getting dark now, but the two still don’t want to part.

“Guess we should get home…” Daryl says reluctantly, his voice low and even grittier sounding than normal.

“Yeah, we should,” she replies, sinking further in his arms. Daryl smiles to himself and plants a shy kiss to her head. She lets out another content hum.

When they finally remove themselves from each other, they give each other shy smiles and glances. Y/N floats around the area one last time, picking a bundle of flowers before following Daryl to his bike.

Daryl watches her, how careful she is to the plants and how she walks around almost majestically. He thinks about how it was just a couple months ago she found her way into his life. She had called Alexandria home, and Daryl agreed, but now, just watching her meander through the clearing, he thinks that maybe home isn’t a place but a person.

When she gets to his bike, she opens up the little saddlebag to place her bundle of multicolored flowers. She suddenly frowns and looks over at Daryl.

“What?” He asks, nervously taking in her expression. She shakes her head and looks down, concern fretting her pretty features. Did she regret what just happened? Was she just now processing and she realized she didn’t want Daryl this way? She looks back up to meet Daryl’s eyes, still with that frown. Daryl wrings his hands.

“My damn bush is dead.”

[voicesknewmyghosts]

Safe Place

Jenna is always the person others go to for comfort, she’s the anchor that grounds people. So just who is the person that she goes to for her own comfort?

It’s late in the evening when you get the call. You had just settled on the couch with a cup of tea when your phone rings and a picture of your girlfriend cuddled up in a blanket pops up on the screen. You can’t help the smile that beams onto your face; Jenna is in Romania right now shooting Wednesday, and to say you miss the little ray of sunshine is an understatement. 

You’ve been together over a year now, and every day spent with her has truly been the best of your life. She’s so gentle, caring and kind, and she makes you feel like you could take on the world when you look at her, her big brown eyes always gazing up at you with the most love anyone could ever show someone. 

But when you pick up the phone to answer her, you know immediately something is wrong. Her voice is shaky, quiet, and you can tell she’s holding back tears when she greets you. 

“Babygirl what’s wrong?” You’re on high alert now, cup of tea forgotten as you sit on the edge of the couch, ready to fight anyone and anything that’s upset your girl. 

“I just-“ her voice breaks, and along with it your heart “it’s too much y/n, it just feels all too much right now.” 

She erupts into sobs, and you do all you can to calm her down all while feeling your heart shatter into a million pieces at every gut wrenching cry. You tell her over and over again all the sweet things you can think of, telling her she’ll be okay and that you’re there for her, that she’ll get through this. 

It feels like infinity has passed before the sobs turn into sniffles and the broken girl at the other end of the line quietens down. 

“Oh Jenna.” Is all you can say, unable to think of anything that is capable of showing how much you want to just come and wrap her up in your arms and protect her from the world. 

You both sit in silence for a while, content with the other's company. You can hear Jenna shuffle under her blankets; no doubt wrapping herself up like a burrito like she does at home, which makes the smile return to your face as you imagine her head poking out of the huge mountain of blankets that she no doubt had on top of her. 

A thought pops into your head; one forged by the longing to have your girl in your arms. Its a crazy one; part of you doesn’t even want to bring it up to Jenna in fear of getting her hopes up, but the more you think about her alone in a room in Romania sobbing her heart out and feeling like the world is crushing her spirit the more you think you can make it work. 

“Jenna, how would you feel if I booked a flight to come visit?” 

You hardly even finish your sentence before the excited “yes!” screams out of your phone's speakers and less than an hour later you have your flight booked for the next day and your girl falls asleep with a smile on her face for the first time in a while. 

Jenna can’t stop the excitement she feels knowing you’re going to be here the next day. Sleep becomes a distant memory as she messages the cast group chat telling them they’re going to finally meet the woman she can’t shut up about. Joy is the first to respond, with a bunch of heart emoji’s and how excited she is to meet you. Emma, Hunter and Georgie soon follow, all equally ecstatic. Jenna just can’t wait to pick you up from the airport; you have a way of making her feel so safe and grounded that no one else has ever come close to achieving. She loves being the rock for her friends - she truly does, knowing they come to her for a pep talk or a hug when they’re feeling anxious about an interview or an upcoming scene - it makes her feel good in herself knowing she’s the person that other people find comfort in. But, she gets anxious too, and the only person she ever feels like she can truly be vulnerable and protected with is finally going to be in her arms in less than 12 hours. 

You see her before she sees you. She’s wrapped in a big coat, dyed black hair up in a messy bun, eyes scanning the room for any sightings of you. You can see a security guard with her, keeping his distance respectfully. She takes your breath away, so much so you stop dead in the middle of the airport, unable to tear your eyes away from the woman who stole your heart. 

The second she has eyes on you she’s running, jumping into your arms and wrapping her limbs around you tight, like your very own koala bear. You drop your bags and wrap your own arms around her, holding her tight to you and breathing in the scent that you missed so much. The world around you both seems to stop, the only thing existing is each other. Having her in your arms once more is the best feeling in the whole universe and you never want to let her go. 

Sadly, a subtle cough from Jenna’s security lets her know it's time to go, and she begrudgingly unwraps herself from around you. Then she looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes and you feel your breath being stolen from your lungs as she tugs on your arm, leading you out of the airport and towards where she calls home for the next few months. 

She clings to you in the car, her head resting on your shoulder as you hold her hands in yours, rubbing gentle circles on the soft skin of her palm. You can’t help but stare at her the whole way, unable to tear your eyes away from the person who makes you happiest in this world. You can see the tiredness behind her eyes though; you can see how exhausted she is, how much pressure she has had put on her shoulders with this new project of hers. 

Of course, you’ll always support Jenna in everything she does, that will never be in doubt. But when you had that call from her and when you can see just how exhausted mentally and physically she is; you just wish you could take it all away and shelter her from all of the pressure.

You arrive at the cast's hotel not long after Jenna closes her eyes and her head drifts from your shoulder down to your lap. You hate to wake her, knowing the ridiculously early starts and long days she has. You make a decision while staring down at the sleeping beauty and quietly ask the security guard who drove you whether there was someone who could help with your bags. Once he confirms yes, you gently slide out from Jenna’s death grip and open her door, cradling her into your arms as she grumbles something about wanting to sleep more. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you at how cute Jenna looks cradled in your arms, her arms flailing around until they find their target: a death grip around your neck. You give her a quick kiss on the forehead and shush her as she starts to grumble again and follow the security guard to Jenna’s apartment. 

Placing Jenna gently down on her bed, you get her changed into some comfy pyjamas before quickly doing the same for yourself. You leave your bags in the living room, deciding that getting into bed with your girl is the only priority right now; unpacking can be left until she’s working the following morning. 

Your heart soars as she reaches for you the second the bed dips signalling your arrival. Her arms wrap around your shoulders and her legs entwine with yours; her hot breath sending tingles down your spine as it tickles the side of your neck. You give her a quick kiss before succumbing to sleep yourself, finally feeling like a piece of you has been returned. 

The alarm rips through the peaceful silence that had fallen over the room. You’re sure you only fell asleep two minutes ago, but judging by Jenna frantically flailing around for her phone to shut off the noise and groaning to herself, you can imagine this is the early start she’s been telling you about.

How she does this everyday is completely beyond you. 

You reach out a gentle hand to rub the tired back in front of you, and you smile to yourself as Jenna seems to relax a little under your touch, almost as if she had to remind herself that this is real, that she’s not alone anymore. 

“Good morning my love.” Her voice is groggy and deep as she leans over to place a kiss on your lips. Her small hands frame your face, her eyes staring into yours. 

This is all you wanted out of life; to find someone who you would travel to the ends of the earth for, and who would do the same for you. Looking into Jenna’s exhausted eyes as you stroke her hair, you know you would do anything to keep this girl from any and all harm. 

“Come on darling,” you begin, kissing her chin, “let's get you some breakfast.” 

Jenna tries to fight you, telling you you should get back in bed and sleep, but she’s fighting a losing battle as you’re already up and out of bed, thoughts of what you can make for your girl flooding through your mind. 

You let Jenna get herself ready in the bathroom as you cook a nice big breakfast out of the things she has in her fridge. You know she hasn’t eaten well since she got here, so you make a promise to yourself that once she’s at work you’ll head into town and get some groceries so you can get as much food in her as possible. 

Just as you finish plating up your breakfasts, the door to the bathroom opens and out comes the picture of beauty; the smile she has on her face is enough to knock you to the floor, but you manage to stay upright. Even with no makeup on and looking as exhausted as she does, she is the most beautiful woman in the world in your eyes, no doubt about it. She strides over to you and stands on her tiptoes with her hands gripping either side of your face and kisses you with a fervent intensity that leaves you breathless and gasping for more. Breakfast is almost forgotten as you reach for her hips, ready to pick her up and toss her into the bedroom until a small hand on your chest stops you dead in your tracks, and when you look at the woman capable of destroying you and piecing you back to together bit by bit, the smirk she has on her face tells you all you need to know. 

Be good, and I’ll reward you later. 

It’s unspoken; it normally is - Jenna has a way of looking at you and conveying anything she needs you to know without saying a single word. You know if you play your cards right and behave today that you might just end up getting the one thing you both have been endlessly craving for the last few months apart. With a wink and a sway of her hips, Jenna takes a seat at the table while you place her food in front of her and take a seat next to her. You interlace your fingers together while you eat in comfortable silence, content with the company of your favourite person. 

Before you know it, there’s a knock on the door and Jenna is sighing while getting up, collecting her things for the day while you begin cleaning up. 

“I’ll see you later.” She mumbles into your chest as you pull her in for a hug. 

“You will indeed.” You kiss her forehead and open the door for her, waving to her as she does the same. And then she’s gone; off to work until she’s utterly exhausted and spent only to do it all over again the next day. You wish she didn’t have to work so hard; you wish you could somehow make this experience easier on her mental health, but you know that she loves this job, and sadly the toll of working in this industry is well known. 

But, what you can do is be somewhere Jenna can come to relax, to be vulnerable and to let all of the pressure slide off her shoulders. And so, with a little smile to yourself, you get ready to head into town to get groceries. 

It may not be much, but if you can take care of Jenna in all the small ways she hasn’t had the energy to do herself, then you can go to sleep happy knowing that at least with you, Jenna is taken care of. 

And that at least with you, Jenna has her safe place.

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Leviathan's, Satan's & Asmodeus's reaction to: Mc & the strange noise.

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Imagine Mc is up late at night doing whatever. Mc hears a really strange noise, so they pull out their D.D.D and text the HoL group chat. "Hey did you guys hear that noise??" Mc waits a few minutes after hearing the noise a second time, Mc decides to message the group chat again. "Helllloooo?? Guys??" Mc sits in their room anxiously waiting for at least one of the brothers to respond. Why were they not responding? What could the noise be? What if its something bad? The longer Mc waits the more anxious Mc gets. When Mc hears the noise for a third time they decide they'll deal with the noise themselves. Mc sends one last message to the group chat "Fine ignore me, I'll go check out the noise myself." With the message sent Mc goes to leave their room. With an uneasy feeling Mc decides they need a weapon, they either grab one or decide to get one along the way. The brothers arent answering better safe than sorry right? Mc finally heads out into the dark hallways of HoL, in search of finding the source of the noise. What will happen next??

Leviathan

Mc was up late playing some game on their D.D.D. Levi refused to play the game with Mc so Mc refused to hang out with him. Its a cringe game Mc, give the mans a break. Mc found it odd that Levi didn't respond in the group chat, hes always on his phone and he's usually up late, it makes Mc uneasy that he of all people didn't respond in the chat. With a glance around their room Mc decides the only weapon they have is their manga. Mc walks over to their desk where there's piles of manga strewn across the desk. Mc picks up a manga and then decides it wouldnt be sturdy enough, so Mc grabs three and stacks them together so it would have more force. Mc leaves all the other mangas strewn across their desk like normal. Finally with their manga weapon in one hand and their D.D.D in the other Mc ventures out into the dark hallway, determined to figure out what the noise was.

The noise sounded like it came from the bathroom. The everyone bathroom not the just Asmo one. Using their D.D.D's flashlight Mc heads towards the bathroom. Their heart pounds in their chest and Mc tries to keep their footsteps silent. The closer to the bathroom they get the more sounds MC hears. It sounds like a bunch of crashing. Mc furrows her eyebrows in confusion but continues to venture forth nonetheless. As Mc approaches the bathroom they can see that the bathroom doors cracked open and there's a light coming from the inside. Mc clutches the mangas they had brought as a weapon tightly, taking a few more steps they arrive at the bathroom door. With a deep breath and their weapon on the ready Mc opens the bathroom door to see.... ..Satan..? ...And a muddy cat...? Satan appears to be trying to give the muddy cat a bath, but the cat seems to be fighting back intensely. The cat has knocked over all kinds of things in the bathroom, so the bathroom was a mess & there was mud everywhere due to the cat being muddy. Satan had visable scratch wounds that were bleeding, but was still trying to coax the muddy cat into the bath. Mc shook their head and silently left the bathroom they didn't want to have to get involved in that. Mc chuckles to themselves as they head back towards their room, still using their D.D.D as light. What were they even scared of? Nothing bad happened!

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Leviathan's POV) Levi had been up watching anime, he whipped around to talk to Mc about something that happened in the anime just to realize they weren't in his room. ..That's right.. I didn't want to play that game and they said they wouldn't hang out with me then. Sad Levi. Levi sighs and pauses the anime. Everythings more fun with Mc. Levi decides he'll play the game just to hang out with Mc, but when he goes to text Mc he sees the messages they sent the group chat. Levi's immediately freaking out with worry. What noise?!?! Mc went alone?!??!?! What if something happens to them?!?!?!? Levi is not a hero, but he wont let his Henry Mc do this alone!! Levi nervously leaves his room. Its dark and it takes his eyes long to adjust even tho he's a demon because mans stares at a computer all day but he knows the house layout so he heads towards Mc's room. Levi's heart slams against his chest and he anxiously plays with his hands. Hes scared okay?!? What if something happened to Mc?!?!?

Levi finally reaches Mc's room, he notices their door is open and gets even more worried. "M-Mc?!?! Y-You in there??!?" Levi peaks his head into Mc's room, the only light on in their room is a lamp at their desk. Levi slowly walks into Mc's room nervously calling out for them, even though their obviously not in their room. Levi walks over to Mc's desk and sees all the mangas strewn out across it. See what i did there. I brought it back bby. Levi being Levi, gets distracted and picks up one of Mc's mangas, and begins to read the cover.

(Back to Mc's POV!) Mc walks back to their room, satisfied that they found out what the noise was. When they go to enter their room they see Levi, reading one of their mangas. Deciding to have some fun, Mc quietly walks back out of their room. Mc silently closes their door, not all the way just mostly. Then MC bursts through their door yelling 'This is the police you're under arrest!!!' What Mc did not expect was for Levi to throw their manga at them out of fright. The manga hits them in their face causing them to stumble a little. Mc wastes no time yeeting throwing one of the mangas they had been carrying as a weapon at Levi in retaliation, it hits Levi in the chest. "Ah!!! Mc!!! I'm so sor-!!! Did you just-?!? I-!! I threw mine on accident!!!" Levi seems incredibly upset by Mc's retaliation. Even after Mc apologizes Levi still seems to sulk. Mc decides to make it up to him by doing whatever he wants! Levi seems to cheer up a little, Levi drags Mc to his room with them. "I was watching this anime and I think you'll love it Mc!! It's called: My best friend died and became a ghost! Now we solve ghost crime together! The plot is so good and the characters are perfect! I really like it so far!" Levi makes Mc sit down and begins to set up for their anime marathon. Once everything was set up, Levi sat down next to Mc and started the first episode of the anime. Mc lays their head on Levi's shoulder and yawns quietly. Mc watches the first few episodes with Levi before they accidently fell asleep. Levi had said sonething about the anime and turned to see why Mc didn't respond. Noticing they were asleep Levi pouted. "You could have told me you were sleepy... I would have waited to watch the anime with you." Levi sighs and turns the anime off, he wasn't tired so he played games on his D.D.D until he eventually falls asleep with his head resting on Mc's head.

Satan

Mc was been reading a new book and had lost track of time when they heard the noise. Looking around their room they decide the only weapon they have is the book they were reading. Mc walks out into the dark hallway holding their D.D.D in one hand and the book in the other. Mc uses the flashlight of their D.D.D to glance around, when they dont see anything suspicous they head towards where they heard the sound come from, which happened to be the library. Mc thought it might be one of the cats Satan brings home frequently, they sometimes wind up getting out of his room. Mc felt a little at ease knowing it might be an adorable cat instead of something scary.

As Mc walks towards the library they can't help but feel anxious. What if it was actually something bad and not a cat? What would happen then? Mc tried to be brave, taking deep breaths they slowly approached the library. The library light was on and shining out of the room, illuminating the dark hallway. Mc instinctively turns off their D.D.D's flashlight and tucks their D.D.D into their pocket, leaving only their book for a weapon in their hands. Mc told themselves that someone must be in the library for the lights to be on.

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Satan's POV) Satan was being Satan. He had been reading a book since dinner and he was completely engrossed in it. It wasnt until he finished his book and wanted to tell Mc about it that he picked up his D.D.D, when he sees the messages MC put in the group chat his eyebrows immediately furrow. He sets his now finished book to the side and gets out of his comfy spot with a stretch. Almost like a cat. Satan immediately leaves his room in search of Mc. Whatever the noise is could be dangerous, and he couldn't have Mc getting hurt. Satan walks down the dark halls of the house, even though his steps are determined and quick they are still somehow silent. Satan can hear what he assumes to be Mc's footsteps, Satan begins to head in the direction of the footsteps, determined to make sure Mc was safe.

As Satan follows the sound of the footsteps it brings him in the direction of the library, a path he knows well. Satan can't help feeling confused but he continues anyways, when he approaches the library he can see the lights on, but he can also see a figure in the dark. Upon closer inspection he can tell its Mc, Satan suddenly feels like he should announce his presence to Mc. What if Mc thought that Satan was in the library because the light was on, what if something bad was in the library? Satan steps forward and places a gentle hand on Mc's shoulder... ..Just for Mc to let out a screech in fear, Satan watches Mc whip around, for a split second thanks to the library light shining in the hallway Satan can see Mc's eyes are closed in fear, but hes quickly snapped to the pain he feels as Mc hits him full force with a book in their hand. Satan stumbles back in shock and pain, almost feeling breathless, he expected to feel wrath but instead he feels proud, he didn't expect his human to be so strong. He's quickly snapped out of his thoughts as Mc starts profusely apologizing. Satan smiles at Mc reassuringly- "You have nothing to apologize for my dear, I should have made you aware of my presence before touching you" when Satan finishes talking, a strange noise comes from the library again.

(Mc's POV again!) Mc turns towards the library door, clutching their book of a weapon against their chest. Satan moves past Mc, basically pushing them behind him, they both peak their heads into the library to see..... ..a random hellfire pigeon?? I dont know just go with it man. The hellfire pigeon was freaking out flying all around the library. The occasional sounds was it crashing into something during its panic. One of the library windows seems to have been left open, presumably the birds entry point. Mc and Satan both seem shocked, but they both hurried into the library in hopes of helping the scared bird. They both quickly opened all the windows in the library, so the bird could ecape. Then they got out of the way and tried to coax the hellfire pigeon towards one of the open windows. It took a good amount of time probs like 15-30 minutes but eventually they both helped the pigeon get out of the library. They both sigh in relief before they close all the library windows, didn't need that happening again. Mc and Satan both exchange a smile, happy they helped the bird.

Satan had a teasing smile on his face as he asked Mc- "Would you like to tell me about the book you hit me with?" Mc smiles at Satan, playfully hitting him with their book again, this time it was like a light tap, no where near as bad when Mc hit him out of fear. Satan gently nudges Mc in retaliation, they both exchange another smile before heading off to Satan's room to talk about the book. The playful banter between the two continued on long into the night, light teasing or light hitting or pushing, nothing ever harmful just play fighting. Eventually, after lots book talk and play fighting, the two settle down and Mc rests their head on Satan's chest as he reads to them. Satan has one arm wrapped around Mc, holding the book with both hands, like a pro Satan reads out loud until Mc is lulled into sleep by his comforting voice. Satan sets the book aside he's actually already read it, Satan turns off the lamp right beside his bed, that he had been using as a light source to read. Satan adjusts his body slowly and gently, trying to not wake Mc as he gets in a more comfortable sleeping position. Once Satan's comfortable he wraps his arms around Mc and cuddles close to them. Satan whispers a quiet goodnigit and kisses Mc's forehead. Satan then lets himself drift to sleep, knowing Mc is safe & sound.

Asmodeus

Mc had been up late studying hard for an upcoming test. Mc knew Asmo said beauty rest was a must but Mc had to pass this test or they'd have to deal with Lucifer's long lectures, if loosing beauty sleep meant avoiding the dreaded lectures it would be worth the eye bags. When the noise happened and Mc texted the group chat they weren't suprised Asmo didn't answer. If Asmo wasn't out partying or doing his long skin routine, then he'd be sleeping this late at night. Mc found it odd that none of the other brothers besides Belphie answered. Mc looked around their room and decided that they didn't have any weapons in their room. So with their D.D.D as their flashlight Mc ventured into the dark hallway unarmed in search of the strange noise.

The noise sounded like it came from the living room. Mc felt a little uneasy but they started walking towards the living room anyways. Each step Mc took echoed throughout the quiet hallway, their D.D.D's flashlight only illuminated a small amount of the dark hallway. Mc tried to stay calm, it was probably nothing right? As Mc approached the living room they noticed the light was off, that made Mc's heart slam against their chest. If the light would've been on then it could have been one of the brothers. What did- what's in there makes sound??!?! Mc takes a deep breath trying to calm down. They came all this way they might as well find out what the noise was, Mc walks into the dark living room, only illuminated by their D.D.D's flashlight, Mc glances around quickly before turning on the living room light. With the light on Mc can see better than with their flashlight, they immediately notice a cat, presumably one Satan brought home. The cat rests on top of a shelf in the living room. Some of the items that had been on the shelf were locked down and the cat lays comfortably where the items used to be. Before Mc can even react, a hand touches Mc, Mc being on edge and being motivated by adrenaline, whips around and slaps the person touching them. They didn't care where they slapped, they just where reacting out of panic.

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Asmodeus's POV) Asmo had been up late doing his skin care routine, he was trying a new product so it was taking him longer than usual. When he finally finished doing his routine he checked his phone just to see the messages Mc sent in the group chat. A noise?? It was probably nothing! But Mc was a damsel in distress that needed saving!! Hero's get rewards after all~ Asmo slowly left his room heading out into the dark hallway, in search for Mc. When Asmo heard Mc's footsteps he smiled and started following them, excited to be Mc's hero. Asmo walked quickly, but his footsteps where still somehow silent, especially compared to how loud Mc's footsteps were. Mc's footsteps eventually came to a stop and Asmo assumed by the path he was taking that Mc stopped around the living room. When Asmo walks to the living room he can see Mc's flashlight shining around. Asmo giggles happily but quietly. "Found you little lamb~" Asmo whispers before reaching out and trying to grab Mc's arm, but as soon as he touches Mc, Mc whips around and ... Slaps him?!?!?! The most beautiful creature in Devildom slapped?!?!?!??! ....oh wait... "Mc, hon if you wanted to spice things up you could've just said~" Asmo has no shame.

(Back to Mc's POV?) Mc tries to explain that it was an accident but Asmo was Asmo- "you don't have to make excuses hon, I know im irresistible :)" Mc eventually has to give up and just shake their head with a smile. Asmo will drag Mc to his room, telling them that he needs compensation for them slapping him. If Mc doesn't want to do anything to crazy then he will gladly accept cuddles and kisses. Asmo is more than happy to accept the role 'damsel in distress' he's dramatic and he loves attention, so the next time theres danger Mc better come save him. Mc had to stay up snuggling and kissing Asmo until he fell asleep, then Mc was finally allowed to drift off into their own slumber. But before they drifted off to sleep, Mc mumbled one more apology to Asmo, before snuggling closer to him.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! I'm doing Beel and Belphie next. Im still on the fence on doing the other characters reactions, so let me know if you want to see their rections! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy. ‹𝟹

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[brnesblogposts]

Something to avoid your wip.

Of course only when you’re comfortable with it. How about Bucky takes care of reader who has anxiety?

And he is just a sweetheart? Maybe best friends to lovers?

Bucky barnes x reader with anxiety

i think i hate this and im also not sure if this is an accurate anxiety description even though i have it this might be a very personal to me kind of situation

It’s a team bonding day and Tony has dragged everyone out to a restaurant for dinner, you were anxious for it but you mentally prepared yourself and told yourself the usuals like ‘it’ll be over within a couple hours’ or ‘you don’t have to eat if you don’t feel like it.’ This time they weren’t working though.

As soon as you got into the car with Sam and Bucky either side of you and Natasha up front with the driver your palms started sweating and you felt nauseous and your flight or fight response was telling you to get out of there and run to your bed where you felt safe.

Bucky noticed your anxious demeanour instantly, you and him were really close as you were the recluses of the group, liking your own space and not being too fond of crowds or partying. He gently lay a hand on your thigh to let you know he was there, it was grounding and when he started stroking up and down your leg it took your mind off of the anxious feelings a little bit.

The car journey was manageable with Bucky doing everything he could to make you feel better like letting you fidget with his metal hand. When you arrived at the restaurant he helped you out of the car and the thoughts came racing back and you started pacing back and forth and flapping your hands to try calm yourself.

“Are you okay?” Sam had asked but you ignored him focusing on self soothing.

“You guys go on in i’ll stay here with her for a second” Bucky quietly told the concerned group before turning around and frowning at how anxious and worked up you were.

“Doll” He gently called out to you, knowing when you were like this you didn’t like talking.

“You don’t have to talk back okay? But i’m so proud of you for coming out tonight, I know you didn’t want to and I know it’s hard for you but no expectations okay? We can stay out here as long as you need to and even then if you don’t feel like seeing everyone I can get the driver to drop us back at the compound and we can do whatever you want.” His sweet voice helped sooth you a bit as you took deep breathes. After a few minutes you turned to look at him.

“What do you wanna do, sweetheart? Wanna Go home or do you wanna try the restaurant?” Bucky knew you’d already pushed yourself by getting in the car alone and he didn’t want to cause a complete meltdown by forcing you into another uncomfortable situation.

“I wanna try” You whisper quietly, you hated not being able to do normal things and lately had been trying to push yourself more and more.

“Okay” Bucky nodded and gave you a reassuring smile sticking his hand out for you in case you wanted to hold it but you shook your head and pointed to his metal one instead. He instantly understood that you found the cold metal to be soothing. You took his metal hand and a deep breathe and the both of you approached the restaurant.

“There they are!” Tony shouted as the both of you went to take your seats which were luckily next to each other, you tried your best to fake a smile as you sat down not letting go of Bucky’s hand.

Everyone was chatting away and laughing having fun, you were looking at the menu but the thought of even seeing food made you feel ill so you pushed it away and of course Bucky noticed.

“If you don’t eat here you promise me you’ll eat when we get home?” He asks, he doesn’t get upset if you don’t eat out as he understands when you’re anxious that’s the last thing you want to do. You nod in response and he kisses your temple as you lean your head on his shoulder still taking deep breathes because you want to be able to get through it.

A little while later as you’re still fiddling with Bucky’s metal hand you hear your name being called in the distance, eventually you snap out of it and notice Natasha is asking you a question, all eyes are on you all of a sudden and the weight of their gazes sends you into a panic and before you know what you’re doing you’re racing out of your chair and out of the restaurant letting the cool air hit you as you start to sweat and shake and cry not just because of the anxiety but because you couldn’t be normal and sit through a dinner.

Not even a minute later Bucky comes running out frantic but when his eyes land on you he lets out a sigh as he sees you crouching outside the restaurant dry heaving, it got too much for you. He can’t help but feel as if it’s partially his fault.

“It’s okay, i’m here, you’re okay” He reassures you as he keeps his distance as not to stress you out anymore.

“Wanna go home” You say through broken sobs and heavy breaths and he instantly pulls out his phone and tells the driver to pull up. You’re so out of it and disassociated you don’t notice him coaxing you up and into the car, buckling you in and sitting on the other side keeping a close eye on your shaking form.

When the car pulls up outside of the compound Bucky is quick to get out and go around the other side of the car to open the door and help you out. He walks you to your room and helps you get dressed into comfy clothes and wipe your makeup off, he settles you into bed and is about to leave when you grab his arm and silently ask him to stay, he understands straight away and climbs in beside you, holding you close. Laying your head on his chest listening to the soft beats of his heart, eventually you fall asleep feeling safe and relaxed knowing Bucky is there with you.

“Sleep well babydoll, I love you.” Bucky whispers into your hairline before giving you a soft kiss.

i kind of rushed the ending once they got in the car to get home because this has been in the drafts for days i’m sorry

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi Petri <3, so this request is a bit longer than the other's so bear with me (and my broken English lol). I was thinking about a Minho x fem!reader where she's from maze B and is close friends with Aris, so she's with him in the whole cafeteria scene where he gets introduced (while the boys are excited about the food, beds, girls and etc. and Thomas is having a bad feeling about that place). She's more positive about being there than Aris cause they been through a lot and she just want a little rest, but when she sees what that place really is she's terrified and is willing to do everything to get out, so Minho sees this fire in her and kinda likes it. (I don't know if it made any sense 😬, but I trust you to make a good fic out of it)

Oo, I do like more plot-driven requests like this, they give me more to work with :))

DECEPTION IN LIBERATION

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, violence, teenage boys still not knowing how to act in the presence of a girl, WICKED spelt WCKD because movies, Rat Man aka Janson, probably innacurate Group B slang thanks to Wikipedia.

Just 'cause you wouldn't know the characters' names doesn't mean I don't, so the Gladers' names are used before you meet them. Because there is no way this would work if I couldn't use their names.

You'd escaped the Maze.

Finally, after all this time, you'd escaped, and now you were safe. The years of torture and stress are now behind you and you can finally start to heal.

Your friends are safe. You're safe. And so are an entire group of teenagers who apparently went through the same things you did. WCKD definitely had big plans, but that doesn't matter anymore.

It's over.

At least that's what you think.

You playfully nudge Aris. The measly boy sits next to you, hoodie hiding his face as he stares at the table in front of you. You guys escaped the Maze first, meaning that you were the first to arrive. They keep taking people away; Aris' best friend Rachel was one of the first.

And he's been distant ever since.

You've been keeping an eye on him. Though, it is hard trying to spend time with the boy when he barely speaks nowadays.

You nudge him again. "C'mon, Aris, you've been avoiding us for-finching-ever." He scoffs, shaking his head. "What's goin' on?"

"You won't listen to me, so what does it matter?" You sigh, shuffling slightly and swinging your leg over one side of the bench to look him at him straight.

"Of course I'll listen to you. What's going on?"

From a few feet away, the Gladers have started talking to boys from other groups, and have taken note of Aris.

And therefore, you too.

"Who's the girl he's with?" Minho ask the unknown boy, eyes fixation on you.

The boys shrugs. "Just some chick he was in the Maze with."

"Lucky shank," Frypan chuckles.

Thomas, however, takes note of Aris. He's not like the other people that are sitting around and chatting. He's reserved, sunk low into the table and not even looking at you as his hood hides him.

"Aris," his eyes flicker to you, "I'm always gonna listen to you- talk to me."

He hesitates but takes a deep breath. "There's something wrong here," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"Something is going on- the Guard's are armed, our friends keep getting taken away, and..."

"And?" You push him to continue and he shuffles closer.

"Don't tell anyone, please."

You start to feel anxious. This is getting weird. "Okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"At night, I've been sneaking through the vent tunnels-"

"What?" You hiss. "That's so dangerous."

"I know, I know- but they go all over the building, a-and they take people into this... room that I can't get into. There's something weird going on. I know it sounds weird and you won't believe me, but-"

"I believe you," you trust Aris, and he's smart, so if he thinks something isn't quite right, then chances are something isn't quite right. "But what do we do?"

"Teresa!" Both of you perk up as you watch Thomas, who you're yet to know, stand up from his table, marching over to the doors to try and follow a girl behind some windows.

He's quickly stopped by some guards, but he's clearly agitated.

"Maybe he could help?" You blink at Aris. "We need all the help we can get. I'll show him what I mean- you too."

○ ○ ○

If you knew when you'd escaped the Maze that you'd end up stuck in another round of twisting and confusing corridors in the form of the vent system, you might've actually killed someone.

Aris, on the other hand, seems happily at home as he crawls around the tight spaces.

You're awkwardly crouching around the corner whilst Aris goes to get this Thomas kid.

After a few seconds, your friend reemerges, with the boy hot on his heels. He blinks at you and you give an awkward peace sign before Aris hurries him along.

"Come on."

You both follow him through the vent system, Thomas in front of you.

"Hey, wait a second." Thomas grumbles, clearly questioning how he gets himself on these situations. "What the hell are we doing?"

"Come on, we're gonna miss it," Aris says.

"Sorry," you answer instead, "he thinks you might be able to help- he reckons something weird's goin' on here. I don't really know."

You crawl into a more open area- even you don't really know what's going on.

"What are we doing?" Thomas asks again and it's kind of funny that he even came in the first place.

"Shh. Come here," Aris waves you both over. You both hover over an open-ish vent that looks down over a corridor.

One of the doctors appears, following by a strange trolley that seems to have a person in a body bag with a screen over the face. The screen shows vitals and other medical information, making you and Thomas exchange concerned glances.

"What the hell was that?" Thomas asks for the both of you.

"They bring in new ones every night like clockwork." Aris answers.

"What do they do with them?" You ask, even though you probably already know the answer.

"I don't know. This is as far as I've ever gotten. The vents don't even go into that section. But once they go through that door, they don't come back out." Aris pauses, visibly shaken. "I don't think anyone ever really leaves this place."

"C'mon," you say, "we gotta go before someone notices we're gone."

"Why'd you show me this?" Thomas asks, stopping you both.

"Because maybe the others will listen to you. There's something weird going on here- I know you think so too."

"Hey, wait," you stop again, "what's your names?"

"Aris," your friend answers, "and this is (Y/N)."

And with that, your friend crawls ahead.

"You're Thomas, right?" He blinks at you. "I heard some of your friends say it in the cafeteria."

He nods, and you offer him a reassuring smile. "It's nice to meet you, Thomas."

○ ○ ○

Janson reads out more names of people as you sit in the dining area. Apparently, Aris and Thomas spoke briefly earlier- they have some kind of plan regarding a key card.

You're, quite frankly, scared to watch.

Thomas has told the members from Group A what he saw, they seem skeptical at best. But, they seem to be a strong group and with most of Group B gone, you have little choice but to hope Thomas can convince them.

Thomas suddenly stands up, storming towards the doors and trying to blend in with the people's whose names were called.

He's stopped fairly quickly.

You can't quite make out what's going on, but when a guard sharply points into Thomas' chest, you're already on your feet.

"(Y/N)-" Aris hisses, but the plan isn't going to work if Thomas gets himself in trouble. You can't let this go south.

Thomas pretends to walk away, before turning and diving into the guard. All of the Gladers are on their feet in seconds, jumping to Thomas' defence.

"What the hell's your problem, man?" Thomas shouts as he gets shoved again and you dive in.

Pushing the guy back, you stand protectively in front of the boy. "Back the fuck off, man- you think shoving a kid around makes you tough?"

The boys exchange glances.

Who is this girl? Where did she come from? How come she's helping Thomas? Why does Thomas get all the girls? What is happening?"

"Control your friend!" The guard yells just as Janson bursts through them.

"What's happening here?" Janson seems lost for a second as he looks at the boy. "Thomas? I thought we could trust each other." He touches the boys shoulder and you go to step forward again, only for Thomas to slightly put his arm out, stopping you from intervening.

"You know we're all on the same team here."

"Are we?" Thomas asks.

Janson seems irritated by this and you ball your fists. You could punch this guy and give the Gladers an easy distraction- it would give them and Aris time.

You think about it until a hand grabs your wrist. You look up and meet the eyes of an Asian boy. He's tall, tanned skin and dark, swept up hair. He's handsome, but something in his dark eyes is telling you to stop.

And for some reason, you do. Relaxing your muscles, but returning your attention to Janson- Minho doesn't let go.

"Get them to their bunks."

In a matter of seconds, you're all separated. You just about manage to get to Aris before going to your separate rooms- agreeing to meet at Thomas' vent.

You can hear bickering as you approach, just catching Aris before he knocks down the vent.

"Hey, Thomas," he says casually.

"What the...?" You catch from one of the boys.

"You got it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go. Where's your friend?"

"Right here!" Your voice echos on the metal from behind Aris. "Getting real finchin' sick of crawlin' around, though."

"Alright, maybe you guys are right," Thomas says to his friends, "maybe I'm just paranoid. But I gotta find out for sure. Just cover for me, I'll be back as soon as I can."

Making the same trip as last time, Aris and Thomas jump down out of the vent, with you staying up there to help them get back up again and keep watch.

You anxiously crouch, watching as you wait for the boys to return.

"C'mon, guys," you mumble to yourself, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

What feels like hours passes, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes, when Thomas and Aris burst out of the room. Both of them are clearly worked up.

You open the vent. "C'mon!" Offering a hand, they struggle back up, but eventually they join you again. "What happened?"

"We gotta go," is all Thomas says, "we gotta go!"

The boys are rapid at getting through the vents, Thomas bursting into his friends room. He, quite literally, throws the vent cover across the room.

"Thomas!" Someone shouts as he frantically scrambles into the room.

"We gotta go! We gotta go right now!" Thomas says as you and Aris both struggle out of the vent, still yet to have an explanation from either of them.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Minho, whose name you're yet to learn, asks.

"What do you mean 'we gotta go'?" Newt adds on, all of the boys in a frenzy.

"They're coming! Come on! We gotta go!"

"Thomas! What's going on?" You try to grab him but he brushes past you, grabbing things and starting to try and block the door.

You look at Aris, who is completely shook to the core so there's no getting anything out of him.

"What happened?" Frypan yells. "Aris, what happened?" He shouts at the timid boy, getting too close.

"Don't shout at him!" You pull him away. "He's terrified! He ain't gonna tell you klank!"

"Thomas! Can you just calm down and talk to us!" Newt begs, the whole room in a frenzy.

"She's still alive!" Thomas says.

That's ominous.

"Who's she? Teresa?" Frypan asks.

"Who the finch is Teresa?" You ask.

"Ava." Thomas is blunt now.

"Ava?" Newt repeats, watching his friend desperately try and tie the door shut. "Will you just turn around and talk to us?"

"It's WCKD!" Thomas snaps, turning around to face you all. The group freezes. "It's still WCKD. It's always been WCKD."

"Shit," scrambling to help, Thomas seems almost relieved that someone else is doing something as you help him move a mattress to block the door.

"Thomas," Newt stops him. "What did you see?"

Thomas gives a very vague explantion- a video call with Ava Paige and bodies strung up and being tested on.

That's all you guys need to start your escape.

"Come on, let's go!" You usher all the boys towards the vent, letting them go before you.

The Asian boy from before is last, hesitating for a second.

"Ladies first?" He says.

"Minho!" Someone from inside the vent shouts. "Not the shuckin' time, man!"

"Go," you tell him and he obeys. At least you know his name now.

Thomas somehow ends up leading the way as you all try to fight through the crawl space.

He breaks out into a corridor you don't recognise, the rest of you hot on his heels.

"Come on! Come on!" He ushers you towards him. "Okay, okay, let's go!"

"You guys go ahead, there's something I gotta do," Aris states and you look at him.

"What are you talking about?" Thomas steps towards him.

"Trust me, it's important. You guys wanna get outta here, right? Just go."

"I'll go with him," one boy offers.

"Okay, Winston, go! Go!" Thomas takes charge, and you learn another boy's name. "Come on!"

You hesitate, watching Aris start to take off, you go to follow him but Thomas grabs you. "You're with us, okay? Stay close."

You're reluctant, but you nod.

"You sure we can trust this kid?" Minho asks.

"You don't wanna know where we'd be without him," you're glad to hear that Thomas has faith in your friend.

You turn a corner, immediately bumping into the same doctor you saw earlier. You all freeze.

"What are you kids doing out?" She asks.

Then the sirens start blaring.

Which is enough of a hint, I suppose.

"Move," you demand, stepping forward and grabbing the doctor. She struggles, but you grab her wrist, twisting it behind her back and pushing her in front of you. "You're gonna show us how to get outta here."

The boys exchange looks once again. But, Minho smirks- he almost impressed at this point.

"Let's move."

The group starts the make their way down the halls.

"We gotta get Teresa." Thomas states.

"Who?" You question him. "Who is that?"

"A friend."

"A friend? Seriously? We- oh, finch it, I don't know who any of you guys are either."

"I'm Newt, if that helps." The blond says.

"Frypan."

You look at him. "You're called Frypan?"

"I'm-"

"Yes, I know who you are, Minho."

Rounding another corner, you're almost immediately met by gunshot. You're quick to retreat, letting go of Dr Crawford as she also ducks for cover.

"They're shooting at us!"

"No shit!"

You back away, running in the other direction when Minho suddenly stops.

"Minho!" Thomas yells. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Minho!" You yell as the boy starts charging in the direction of the shooter.

Just as he rounds the corner, Minho jumps, kneeing the guy in the chest and causing him to crash into the wall, knocking him out cold.

All of you, including Crawford, run over, staring at the guy on the floor in some kind of awe.

"Shit, Minho," Newt says and you snort.

"Not bad, stick," you grin at him, watching as he smiles himself, "not bad at all."

Thomas grabs the Launcher, using it to direct the doctor as you make your way to this girl you don't know.

"Dr. Crawford," a scientist says as you force her to pretend to open the door, only for Thomas to follow her and everyone go into a panic.

"Where is she? Where is she!" Thomas is pointing the gun at anyone and everyone as they put their hands on their heads.

He passes the gun to Minho as he rips away a curtain, revealing a girl.

"Get down!" Minho yells. "Get down, now!"

The scientists and doctors all get on the ground as Newt starts tying their hands together to deem them less of a threat.

"You're never gonna get away with this!" Doctor Crawford threatens.

"Yeah?" You scoff. "Watch us."

"Guys!" Frypan, who's watching the door shouts. "They're coming! Where do we go?!"

"Frypan! Move!" Newt pushes over a medical table, shoving it in front of the door just as it's nearly forced open.

"Get back!" Minho grabs your wrist, pulling you behind him along with his friends. "Get back!" He points the gun at the door, keeping you all protected. "Okay! We gotta get outta here! Where do we go?"

"Everybody stand back!" Thomas yells, picking up a chair and slamming it against the glass window, only for it to bounce off. "Newt! Help! Help!"

The boy grabs another chair. "Ready?"

At the same time, they smash the glass, sending shards scattering everywhere as you use your hand to shield your face.

"Go! Go! Go!"

It's a blur of action and yelling as you all try to climb out of the window.

"Hurry! Go!" Minho yells, lingering back before tossing the Launcher to Thomas and jumping over himself.

"Stay behind me," Thomas instructs you all as he opens the door, revealing another Guard.

Which he immediately shoots.

In a burst of sparks and electricity, the man hits the floor, his body seizing and twitching uncontrollably.

You're stunned for a second, but you recollect fairly quickly. Running past the guy, all of you break into a sprint, eager to escape as you near the exit.

"There it is!" Reaching the door, Thomas tries the key card, which denies access.

"Shit! Come on!" Thomas begs. "No, no, no!"

"Thomas!" You spin to see Janson making his way down the corridor. Handing you the key card, he raises his weapon, walking towards them.

"Open the door, Janson!" He yells.

"You really don't want me to."

"Open the damn door!"

"Listen to me!" The Rat Man snaps. "I'm trying to save your life. The Maze is one thing, but you kids won't last a day out in the Scorch. If the elements don't kill you, the Cranks will. Thomas, you have to believe me. I only want what's best for you."

"Yeah, let me guess, WCKD is good?"

Whilst this exchange is going down, you're desperately trying to open the door. Both Newt and Minho stand by your sides, pushing and grabbing at the door to see if that does anything.

"You're not getting through that door, Thomas."

As if the Gods themselves were listening, the key pan suddenly lights up green. Whirring as it rises, it reveals Aris and Winston standing there.

"Hey, guys," Aris says and relief washes over you.

"You crazy bastard," you laugh. "Come on!"

"Thomas! Come on! Let's go!" Newt yells.

Thomas starts shooting, the amo quickly running out, so he launches the weapon towards them.

Janson barks orders down his radio and the door starts to quick close.

You all start to yell words of encouragement, pushing Thomas as he starts to bolt towards the door. He hits the floor, sliding aross the mouth surface as he slips under it.

"Move! Move!" Aris slams a pipe into the pad, breaking it as the rest of you grab as many supplies from nearby as possible.

You're in some kind of warehouse area, all of you sprinting towards another set of giant doors; WCKD personnel flooding from all areas.

You reach them first, pulling on a handle and having to cover your face from flying sand as they open.

Running out into the desert, all you can do is tell each other to keep moving, and that you'll lose them in the storm. It's dark and windy and hard to run.

Following the girl, she finds a building buried in the sand, and you're the first to following as you slip into the shelter.

Eventually, you all have a moment to catch your breaths, using a flashlight to illuminate your new surroundings.

You're too busy examining to listen to Thomas' full explanation and the Gladers' arguing.

Eventually, they come up with some plan to find the Right Arm and you find footsteps.

You start moving, deciding to stay close to Minho because he has the best light source.

"You were pretty good back there," you attempt to make some light-hearted conversation since you just risked your life with this kid.

"Yeah? You weren't so bad yourself." You chuckle, accepting his compliment. "I, uh, I never caught your name."

"What? Tommy-boy didn't tell you?" You raise an eyebrow and Minho shakes his head.

Even in the dark, it's easy to see how attractive the boy is. He's well built and effortlessly charming. And impressive from the stunts he pulled before.

You might just develop a crush on this kid.

"(Y/N)."

He hums in response. "I like it; (Y/N), really rolls off the tongue."

You roll your eyes, but hearing him say your name does make you feel a typa way.

The feeling is mutual, too. Bold and quick-thinking, but also caring and easy to talk to. Not to mention you're easily the most attractive girl Minho has seen (which isn't many but that's not the point.)

"Minho! Quit flirting with the new girl and give us a hand!" Newt shouts, making you try to repress a smirk.

"I wasn't flirting!" Even in the dim light, you can see Minho's reddened expression.

"Sure, you weren't!"

Confident and smooth, but easily flustered.

Good to know.

He turns to you. "I wasn't flirting."

You grin. "Uh-huh."

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out and he ends up looking like a fish out of water.

You snort. "Yanno, you can flirt with me, if ya want to. I don't mind." You playfully wink at him, unsure if he can even see it before you jog off, catching up to your friend.

He watches as you throw an arm over Aris' shoulder before he puts an arm around your back.

Minho stands there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat before dropping his head and shaking it to himself.

"Okay, lover boy, c'mon," Thomas says, having watched the whole exchange, "you're with me."

"Shut up, shank," Minho playfully pushes his friend, "don't you wanna be with your girlfriend, anyway?"

"I should be asking you that." Minho rolls his eyes.

But he smirks.

Yeah, okay, maybe he likes you. After all, you can't really nearly die with a hot girl without catching feelings, can you?

Okay, so, not quite as good as some of my other pieces and there's barely any romance, but that tends to happen with my pieces that I have to pull the movie up for lol.

Maybe a part 2 is in order again? Well, you guys will have to let me know about that.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[littleracha]

Peach!!!!!!

Okay how about head canons with cg! Skz and reallllyyyyy clingy little! Reader? Maybe ones with a little bit of seperation anxiety and how they deal with their littles in that situation like giving them little chores to do around the house so they don't miss them too much and leaving little notes or treats for them so their little knows they're loved? When they're together like their little always wants to be around them, a little hand always holding onto dada's or mama's shirt so they don't go too far and cg! Skz just finding them so adorable?

Hello Little Duckling!!!

How are you doing?

This is such a cute idea! I imagine this in an OT8 CG household, they would all have their little things they do!

Han and Minho would be the first to pick up on your anxiety. Minho noticed that every time it would get crowded in public you would hold someone's hand and hide behind their arm. Han also picked up on you opting to wear their clothes instead of your cute baby clothes when a tour was coming. They brought their findings to the rest of the group and a secret list was made.

When any member notices the signs of anxiety, a text must be sent to the group chat

Whoever is free is on duty and whoever is busy needs to finish as quickly as possible

Changbin gives you his sweaters because they absolutely swallow you. You can't help but feel safe when he laughs at your massive sweater paws. *insert OT8 cooing at you*

Felix and Minho are on food duty. Minho makes you something to eat depending on the time of the day. He memorized what foods make you happy in what situation. Felix will make dessert for later but also a few snacks for the day.

If you are feeling incredibly anxious and scared that day, Minho and Lix will take you into the bedroom to feed you. They know how scary it can be to eat in front of others.

After some food brothers Minnie and Innie are up! They have a whole play area set up in the backyard. Bubbles, Sprinklers, Chalk, and anything else your little heart could want.

Once your playing starts to slow down Hyunjin comes and sweeps you up for nap time. He changed the whole bed and then sprayed different members' perfume on the sheets so it only smelled like them. He rocked you until your little eyes fell shut and he follows shortly after.

You wake up to Chan lifting you out of bed softly and onto his hip. He takes advantage of the quiet time and just holds you in his studio. In your half awake half asleep state he reminds you how much they all love you and how proud they all are of you.

Once you are giggly and awake again the final piece is in place. Hannie takes you away from Chan and leads you into the living room where he set up a fort built for royalty. He shows you around and finally asks you to take your throne inside.

There all the boys are waiting to spend the rest of the night with their sweet little baby.

[trashyswitch]

Secrets From the Sussy Notebook

SMG3 is trying to write in his diary...But SMG4 REALLY wants to read it! Will SMG3 be able to survive his brother's evil tactics so his secrets can remain safe?

I...am obsessed with SMG4 and the gang... AndImayhaveabitofacrushonSMG3...Oopsie... This fanfic goes out to @lokissed2025 and @anxious-lee-ler. They have been binge-watching SMG4 off and on for the last few days with me...and we have been CACKLING LIKE DOOFUSES! It's gotten to the point where Vel has changed our group chat picture to Mario as Blue, with the name "Chucklefucks" as the group name. SMG4, SMG3, Mario and the cast never fail to make me laugh. And now I've gotten them into the videos too!!! So, I hope you all enjoy!

[Dear Diary…] He scribbled in his purple diary with his pencil. He had only been writing for about 5 minutes before he felt someone watching him. He could see a growing shadow covering his own. He widened his eyes and paused his writing, as he feared who might be standing right behind him…

“Whatcha writing?” The familiar voice asked. 

SMG3 yelped and fell forward, dropping his diary in the process. He gasped with fear before grabbing his diary and holding it against his chest. “NOTHING!” He shouted to his brother. 

“Oh really?” SMG4 asked with a smirk, poking his leg. 

“I said NOTHING!” SMG3 threw him a kick before sitting up and scooting a couple feet away. “Go away!” He ordered. 

SMG4 had crossed his arms, still smirking. “So protective over a little book…” He taunted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “A little book?!” He stood up and smirked as he showed his brother the diary. “This ‘little book’ is filled with all my plans for destroying the world.” He said, rather proudly as he flipped a page in his book. “Only the true villains of this world can read my special plans for world domination.” SMG3 declared next. 

“Does your ‘world domination’ plan include…” SMG4 narrowed his eyes as he read the notebook title. “taking Egg Dog to the park?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3’s face turned to shock and fear. “Wha-?!” He looked at his book and quickly closed the book. “NO! You-” He grumbled. “You didn’t read that.” 

SMG4 chuckled. “I wonder what other juicy secrets you like to keep in that diary…” SMG4 asked aloud. “NO.” SMG3 backed up, holding his book as closely as he possibly could against his person. “No one is allowed to read this. NOT EVEN YOU.” He warned. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes. “Like I’m gonna tell the world your secrets…” SMG4 muttered. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “You’re not exactly good at keeping secrets…” SMG3 mentioned. 

SMG4’s face morphed into shock and anger. “Excuse me?! I have kept many of your secrets!” He argued. 

“Oh yeah?” SMG3 crossed his arms. “Like what?” 

SMG4 thought for a moment, unsure at first…

but the man quickly widening his eyes once he remembered one big secret he NEVER spilled to anyone…Mostly because he’s scared of the repercussions, but still…He never did tell…so therefore it counts. 

SMG3 could see the gears spinning in his brother’s head…and he could feel sweat developing on his forehead. “Wha-What’s with that face?” He asked nervously, adjusting his grip on his notebook. 

SMG4 was smirking and snickering a bit. “I have never mentioned how ticklish you are.” He mentioned somewhat quietly, as to make sure nobody else could hear him except his brother. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and felt the fear developing in his gut. “O-Oh-...” He muttered, unable to hide his slight embarrassment. “I…Okay…Okay, that’s true…” He mentioned, feeling his blush deepen. 

SMG4 started to walk up to his brother with his hands behind his back. “But why bother keeping your secrets if you’re not even gonna trust me with your diary?” SMG4 asked, his plan already being put into motion. 

SMG3 gulped as he felt the fear overtaking him. “U- SMG4?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Yeeeeessss?” SMG4 replied, walking to his other side, making SMG3 turn his head to the other side to look at him. 

SMG3 could already feel the butterflies filling his belly, making him want to giggle from anticipation alone. “C-Can’t wehe talk about this?” SMG3 tried to offer, backing up from his brother a little bit. 

SMG4 rubbed his chin with his fingers. “Hmmmmm…” He hummed rather dramatically. He looked at his brother as he paused his chin stroking, a smirk slowly filling his lips once again. The man just could not keep a straight face to save his life. “Nah.” SMG4 grabbed the purple diary with his left hand, and lifted it up above his brother’s head. 

Naturally, SMG3 kept his grip on the diary, refusing to let it go. “NO! LET GO!” SMG3 shouted at him. 

“Noooo, you let go~!” SMG4 poked his belly a few times and tweaked his left side a few times with his right hand. 

“aAH! NO!” SMG3 could feel a stupid little wobbly grin forming on his face. “Come on- EEEK!” He curled his body inward slightly, lifting up his right leg to cover up his side slightly. But the man was still holding onto his diary for dear life…and with his precious diary (and his hands) above his head, he was pretty much exposing his vulnerable spots for his brother to take advantage. “Duhude- EEHEEK!” He shrieked almost like a little girl as his brother poked his inner belly. 

“Really determined to keep that diary, huh?” SMG4 asked, both admiring and laughing at his brother for refusing to let go despite the tickles. “Well, I hate to break it to you…” SMG4 brought his open hand back, and wiggled his 5 fingers. “But I know you’re not gonna last very long.” SMG4 reminded him. 

SMG3 huffed and breathed in slightly, trying to calm himself down despite the adrenaline overpowering him. “You- You’re being ridiculous!” SMG3 argued, pulling on his diary. 

SMG4 raised his left eyebrow. “Ridiculous?!” SMG4 reacted. “What are you talking about?! This isn’t even CLOSE to ridiculous!” SMG4 argued, before changing his approach. “But THIS…” SMG4 brought his fingers up to his armpits. “THIS would be ridiculous.” He declared. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he sensed his impending doom once again. “Ohno…” He muttered, getting even more nervous. Dammit, his brother knew just how bad his armpits were. 

SMG4’s hand made contact with his armpits, causing SMG3 to hitch his breath. 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 said, fluttering his fingers once. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and gasped. “OHGOD-” 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 fluttered them again. 

“eeEEEEK!” SMG3 squealed super loudly. “NONONONO-!”

“Kooooo~!” SMG4 dug his one finger into his armpit more. 

SMG3 threw his head back and let out a big fit of cackles. “GAHAHA- DOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” He protested helplessly. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him suddenly, stopping his fingers. 

Despite the embarrassing moment, SMG3 was able to pull himself together super quickly. “Dohon’t-...Y-You know…” SMG3 tried to hint at the word without actually saying the word. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him. “What don’t you want me to do?” SMG4 was now pretending he had no clue what he was talking about. 

SMG3 groaned and leaned his head back. “You know what I mean!” He yelled slightly. The stupid word always made him jumpy and embarrassed, and he was embarrassed enough as it was. If he could get away without saying the cursed word, then he’d likely be able to survive his onslaught.  “Ihi really don’t!” SMG4 was silently laughing amidst the ‘argument’. “I just want you to explain what you don’t want me to do!” SMG4 argued next, still laughing a bit.

“TICKLE ME, YOU IDIOT!” SMG3 shouted back. 

SMG4 put on the biggest confused face he could. “...You want me to tickle you?” SMG4 asked. SMG3 screeched, realizing what he had said. “NO!” He shouted. “So demanding…” SMG4 muttered with a laugh. “If that’s all you really wanted, then here!” SMG4 declared.  “I’MGONNA- NO, NO-” SMG3 looked at the hand that was sitting dangerously close to his armpit. “You so much as MOVE An INCH-” SMG3 shrieked as his brother’s fingers immediately touched down. SMG3 threw his head back with a huge smile on his face, laughing rather hysterically as his brother destroyed him all over again. “DAHAHAhaha- DAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT!” He shook his head as his feet tapped and kicked. “LEHEHET MEHE GOOO!” He shouted. 

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m just tickling you like you wanted me to.” SMG4 told him rather calmly. 

“I’MGONNA KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted amidst his laughter. 

“Nah, you wouldn’t. I know you too well.” SMG4 argued calmly with a smug grin. And just as SMG4 predicted, it only took another couple seconds for his left arm to drop down. He had let go of his diary in an attempt to cover up his armpit. 

SMG4 widened his eyes. “Uh oh! Left one’s covered!” SMG4 reacted, before looking at SMG3 with a smug look. “But it looks like the other armpit is completely freeeeee~” SMG4 quickly went for his other open armpit. 

SMG3 squeaked as he squeezed his eyes shut. “eeEEHEEHEEHEE! YOHOU’RE EEHEEEHEEVIHIHIHILL!” He yelled at him as he attempted to cover up his right armpit with his open hand. But trying to cover up your open armpit in this position, would prove to be an impossible task. 

“I’m evil?! That’s a serious accusation coming from you.” SMG4 reacted. 

SMG3 couldn’t think straight. It was too much! He hasn’t laughed this hard in so long! And it was getting to the point where his cheeks were starting to hurt! 

He had to think fast. SMG4 was really making him choose whether his reputation was more important than his diary. And by this point, letting go of his prized possession was looking pretty tempting. Was keeping his precious diary secret really worth the years of potential babying from others that might see him like this?! HELL NO! 

But right as he let go of the diary, SMG3 felt his knees buckle. He yelped as he felt himself fall backwards onto his back. Though the fall was slightly painful, SMG3 had curled up into a cowardly ball, his giggles still quite audible as he tried to wipe away the phantom tickles that continued to plague him. “Hehehe…hehehehe…” He giggled, hugging his knees up to his chest as he tried to cover up the rest of his stupid giggles. 

God, his giggles were the worst part of this whole thing…The laughter was one thing…the cackling is another…but GIGGLING?! No real villain giggles! EVER! It’s so mortifying! His giggles were too cute to even BELONG from a person like him with a villain complex. Thank GOD these walls can’t talk…

But his thoughts were interrupted by a flash of purple, followed by a little plop sound right in front of him. What the- 

SMG3 looked down at the purple item, and widened his eyes. His…diary? 

SMG3 looked up at his brother. “You’re…not gonna read it?” SMG3 asked him. 

SMG4 shrugged his shoulders. “I was tempted…” He admitted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he picked it up. “What…was stopping you?” SMG3 asked. 

SMG4 sat down in front of him. “The idea that I’d be breaching your privacy.” SMG4 admitted, looking a little guilty. “And truth be told…” SMG4 picked up his pencil and handed it to his brother. “I don’t want to break our trust.” He finished. 

SMG3 softened his expression. “Wow…” He grabbed the pencil and put his diary into his overalls. “Uh…” He bit his lip. “Thanks.” He said to him somewhat awkwardly. SMG4 was…being really considerate and understanding…it was kinda nice. 

“Besides…” 

SMG3 looked up and froze when he saw his wiggling fingers once again. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

“I don’t need to read your diary to see how soft you really are.” SMG4 concluded his sentence as he skittered his fingers on his belly.

SMG3 squeaked and dropped his diary, curling up as even more laughter poured out of him. Only…this laughter was less hysterical, and more genuine. “HAHAhahahaha! Ihihi’m nohohot s-sohoft!” SMG3 argued.

“You say in the softest little laughter I’ve ever heard from you today.” SMG4 teased.  “Shuhuhut uhup!” He muttered. But his wiggling quickened almost immediately the moment he felt SMG4’s hands move towards the middle of his belly. “NoHO!” SMG3 squeaked and squealed as he tried to push his brother’s hands away. “Plehehehease stohohohop!” He shook his head, unintentionally knocking off his own hat in the process. 

“Oop-” SMG4 paused his tickling for a moment to grab SMG3’s purple hat. 

“Whahat are you-” SMG3 took in a few breaths before looking to see what his brother was doing.

SMG4 had put his purple hat on top of his own blue hat. “There we go.” SMG4 muttered aloud as he pulled some super cool sunglasses out of his overalls, before putting them onto his eyes upside down. “Feast your eyes on the coolest brother in existence!” He declared, pulling out another pair of sunglasses and putting them on upside down, overtop of the first pair. 

SMG3 had to cover up his mouth with his own fist to prevent from laughing out loud. For some stupid reason, the look of SMG4 with both hats on, plus the 2 pairs of sunglasses on his eyes…made him wanna genuinely laugh at him. He had a feeling it had to do with the tickling making him all giddy…but let’s face it…SMG4 can have his funny moments. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and widened his smirk. “Was that a giggle I just heard?” He asked, lowering his two sets of sunglasses while pointing to him.

SMG3 widened his eyes, visibly mortified. “Wha-NO!” He covered his mouth more. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. “Are you suuuuure?” SMG4 poked his side playfully. 

SMG3 heard a squeak leave his mouth, before he could prevent it. “NO!” SMG3 scooted himself away from him. SMG4 is NOT making him laugh like an idiot. NOT AGAIN. It should be SMG4’s turn to laugh and blush now! And SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he knew just how to do it. 

He smirked slightly as he cupped his own hands. “Hey Egg Dog?” SMG3 called. 

“Egg dog?” SMG4 reacted. 

Suddenly, his little egg dog popped out from behind a door. He hopped up to SMG3, letting out a little bark. SMG3 chuckled as he let Egg Dog hop onto his hand. “I have a little secret for you.” SMG3 told him in a baby voice, looking at SMG4 with the biggest shit-eating grin he could make without looking creepy. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow, visibly confused. “Huh?” He muttered. 

SMG3 took his purple hat off SMG4’s head, and put it onto his own head. “SMG4 is a biiiig fan of neck kisses.” He told him. 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly. His face went from confusion, to intense worry in only a millisecond. “Wh-WHAT?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s little excited jumps, made him feel more excited too! “Oooh yeah, it’s true!” SMG3 clarified. “And his favorite spot?” SMG3 added. 

“Don’t you DARE!” SMG4 attempted to go for his armpits to shut him up. Maybe with enough convincing, SMG3 might stop. But SMG3 dodged his brother’s hands and quickly fluttered his gloved fingers right on the correct spot. “Riiight here, I believe.” SMG3 showed his precious Egg Dog. 

SMG4 instinctively curled up, letting out the most high-pitched little squeaks. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s excitement, SMG3 smiled brightly. “Isn’t that fun?!” SMG3 asked him, absolutely loving Egg Dog’s reactions. “You wanna give him some love too?!” SMG3 asked Egg Dog in a playful, baby voice. 

Egg Dog barked and jumped even more excitedly! 

“Okay! Go on!” SMG3 replied, letting Egg Dog hop off his hand. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and shrieked as the little dog hopped onto his shoulder. “WAITWAIT-!” He protested.  

SMG3 was trying not to laugh too hard at his brother’s unusually lady-like reactions. “Don’t worry, dude. He’ll be gentle.” SMG3 reassured him.  

SMG4 squeaked as Egg Dog snuggled its ‘nose’ into his neck. 

SMG4’s reaction was almost immediate: A squeal had left his mouth as little high-pitched giggles erupted from his mouth. His grin had turned wobbly and crooked as he recoiled his body slightly, unable to handle the overwhelmingly ticklish licks on his exposed, shaved neck. “EEEHEEeeheeheehee! Hohohold ohon-” He covered his mouth in an attempt to cover up his squeals and little giggles. 

SMG3 let out a rather menacing chuckle. “And you said MY laugh was cute…” He teased. 

“Ihihihi- HAHAHA! Ihihi nehever said ‘cuhuhuhute’!” SMG4 tried to argue. “Heheehee- Ihihi sahaid ‘sohohoft’!” He corrected him. 

SMG3 tsked and crossed his arms. “You know, I was gonna let Egg Dog do all the work for me.” He admitted. “But since you’re being a smartypants…” SMG3 swiftly slid up behind his brother. “I think I’m gonna go for it too.” SMG3 gently took Egg Dog off his brother’s neck. “Here you go.” He put Egg Dog onto his shoulder before picking up SMG4 and skittered his fingers all over his upper sides. 

SMG4 guffawed and doubled over, feeling a lot more free to lose his composure once Egg Dog was off him. “NAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHA! JEEHEEHEESUHUS!” SMG4 shouted, collapsing to the ground. 

SMG4 and SMG3 had at least one thing in common when it came to tickling: They both weren’t very good at keeping themselves upright when being tickled. SMG3 could keep himself up at least a little bit…But SMG4 couldn’t even do that! And SMG3 knew this well. That’s how his brother was…and the best thing SMG3 could do was follow him down towards the floor. 

“You don’t mind if I just…” SMG3 brought his fingers up to SMG4’s neck and started off fluttering them against his chin. 

“eEEEEHEEEK!” SMG4 scrunched up his shoulders and curled up into a ball as much as he physically could. 

SMG3 sighed with a smile and let his brother go. He knew SMG4 couldn’t handle much more, and he didn’t really wanna kill him. Not today, anyway…

With SMG4 laying on the ground in a ball, SMG3 picked up his diary. He opened it up and flipped to a new page in his diary. Picking up his pencil off the ground, SMG3 started to write something new down. 

It only took about 10 minutes for SMG4 to get back up and see his brother writing again. “What are you doing now?!” SMG4 asked. 

“Oh nothing…” SMG3 giggled, continuing his cartoon drawing on the page. “Just writing about your most embarrassing little secret.” SMG3 admitted. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and gulped. “U-Uh…W-Which one?” SMG4 asked awkwardly. 

SMG3 smirked and laid himself onto his belly, actually providing SMG4 one single chance to see what he was doing. SMG4 hesitantly walked himself up, took one look at the drawing he had made, and gasped. 

Oh- 

“NO!” SMG4 tackled his brother to the ground, trying to take his diary from him. SMG3 held onto his diary as tightly as possible, while poking and prodding his brother’s most vulnerable spots. 

“What is going on in-” Someone called, before gasping slightly as she saw the purple notebook fall right onto the ground right in front of the person. 

“Meggy!” SMG3 yelled out. 

“MEGGY?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

But SMG3 tackled him back down. “Meggy, read it!” SMG3 told her as he went right for his belly. 

“NODON’T- aAAH!” SMG4 shouted. 

Meggy raised an eyebrow. What were they doing?! 

She awkwardly picked up the journal and flipped it the right way to look at the new page: It was a cartoon drawing of SMG4, with labels pointing to certain spots on his body. 

Meggy narrowed her eyes as an excited smile quickly grew onto her face. “Ohoho~ Is that so?” She mumbled to herself, lowering the book.  “NonononoNO!” SMG4 screeched and kicked his feet. 

SMG3 smirked as he poked his brother’s belly button. “You wanna help?” SMG3 asked, looking up at Meggy. 

“YES! Count me in!” Meggy reacted, closing the book and placing it aside to help SMG3. “Any spots you recommend I go for?” Meggy asked. 

SMG3 chuckled evilly, eager to get started. “I suppose a little lesson is in order?” 

[riderofthemist]

It is okay if I vent a little about my Covid experience so far?

Some years ago, I was getting worried that I was becoming too anti-social, mostly sitting at home, rarely meeting with the few friends I have, not participating in any local gatherings or other in-person social events. And I have never been in any romantic relationship, despite wanting it very much. Chatting with people online is one thing, but I keep reading about how important it is to have real-life, in-person friends too. So I decided that I was finally going to do something about it. I was going to join local hobby groups that interested me, I was going to visit conventions, maybe I would even try going out to concerts and clubs, and actively pursuing dating. There's a part of me that's always pushing against these things, trying to come up with excuses for staying home instead. But I was determined to ignore those excuses, to make a genuine effort to become more social.

Then the pandemic began. And suddenly, my anti-social aspect had the perfect excuse, that I couldn't argue against. So I thought "damn, well, I guess I can wait, this will probably be over in a few months, or maybe a year?"

But it's not over, is it? It's never going to be over.

And by now, I'm getting desperate. I feel like I have to take *some* risks if I'm not going to end up completely isolated, if I don't want to just sit at my computer, reading social media, going to bed and fall asleep while worrying about dying alone.

At the back of my mind, I'm thinking that even if I'm vaccinated, and I wear a mask, and I'm constantly staying on high alert, counting how many people are in a room, always staying at a distance, always washing my hands, never eating or drinking until I'm completely alone... It's not enough. Nor precaution other than staying home by myself is 100% safe. Especially not when I'm the only person who is wearing a mask (and I'm definitely too socialy anxious to ask anyone else to wear one). As far as I know, there are no "mask blocs" or other serious efforts to create Covid-safe social gatherings where I live, and I don't feel like I have the time, energy or skills to do it myself.

So now, whenever I happen to be in place with any number of other people (even if it's just me and one other person, even if I'm wearing a mask), there's a buzzing feeling at the back of my skull, a mixture of fear and shame. "I'm going be infected, or I'm going to infect other people." "Since you can have Covid without any symptoms, I have to assume that I and everyone else are infected at all times." "I should have just stayed at home, this isn't worth it."

(Also, I should probably try to stop reading people posting angry rants about how the world is full of ableist, eugenicist plague rats who are responsible for the deaths of millions, etc. etc. I know that they're just expressing totally legitimate anger and frustration, possibly engaging in a bit of hyperbole, and that I shouldn't take it personally... But I can't deny that it's probably affecting me on a subconscious level, contributing to the miserable feeling I get whenever I go outside, masked or not.)

Hi, it is okay. ^^ Let me tell you something : when you are around people, you are the safest person they could be around. You are doing your part. It is a big part, and an efficient part. If they catch Covid, it won't be your fault. I don't know if you expect an answer to it or just wanted to vent so I'll give one and if you don't care you can just skip it. ^^ I understand what you're going through very much as I currently go through the same thing. If there isn't a network of Covid Conscious people around you, maybe you can do your own thing. When you see someone wearing a mask you can get in touch with them. If talking to them directly is too hard (which I understand) you can give them a note and... run away, waiting for them to contact you. They probably are as eager as you to meet Covid conscious people. There is something else I love, it's associations that gather old people. But it's kind of a special type of socialization. However, most of the time they wear a mask or are happy that you wear one.

As for the "buzzing feeling at the back of your skull"... I wear headphones most of the time to silence them. Or I try to think about it that way : I can't be a 100% safe about anything but it's okay. I'm doing all I can to protect myself from Covid, so I just need to relax. It is working, I need to trust my safety measures. Yes, people around me are not wearing a mask, but I do, and until then, I've never caught Covid so it is working. Be safe.

[carnivoured]

kinda embarrassed to post this so imma hide here (it’s dd x reader hcs) it’s somewhat long I think and I might keep updating it after it’s posted

(I’ve never made headcanons post before idk how they’re supposed to look like ;_;) also this may seem a little out of character than how I usually characterize the drunk and im sorry for that !!!

first few hangouts

he finds it hard to believe that you genuinely want to hang out with him and so he questions you on it the first few days

since he took up drinking, he’s been tired all throughout the day and not very active anymore. he enjoys your company, the two of you sitting together in comfortable silence

he still gets scared whenever someone passes by the alley, fearing the group who beat him would return. when he sees it’s you, he relaxes almost instantly, kicking a few empty bottles away to clear space

he doesn’t tell you a lot about himself aside from venting/complaining about when he was beat. but you notice him eventually getting more detailed with you in your chats.

his tail hides between his legs until you get closer. then it slowly pulls out, laying on the floor beside his boot.

he takes lesser sips when you are around than not.

the closer you are, the more he relaxes.

after a while ^_^

he melts into any kind of physical affection you give him. the last time anyone has ever touched him was to hurt him, so your gentle touch means a lot to him.

he feels guilty to ask for anything even if you assure him it’s fine.

he knows you wouldn’t ever hurt him, but he does flinch at certain movements

when you’re close enough, his ugly ass tail wraps itself around your leg with a weak grip.

sometimes he’ll offer you a sip of whatever he’d be drinking

after a while, he pulls his hood down and shows you his hair. its not in the best condition but he does look pretty.

if you offer him a bath or anything related to cleaning him, he feels guilty. not because he tells offended, but because he doesn’t feel like he deserves it. he knows he’s a little loser in the alley, most of the time doing nothing but sit there and drink and smoke (it’s rare, but sometimes he might get his hands on some).

if he ever does smoke and you’re around, he puts it out

usually he would find a very good hidden spot to sleep, but he feels safe enough with you to nap around. you can tell he puts a lot of trust in you, he’s vulnerable like this.

he doesn’t usually leave his spot, but if you offer, he’ll reluctantly come home with you.

he drinks less, but of course it’s not something he’d ever stop.

he’s sweet especially when sober. but he’s also pretty anxious sober, his ears always up as opposed to when theyre droopy most the time.

any sort of gift you give to him means a lot. he’d probably stare at it for a while after thanking you.

he came there in search of a better life, he admits that he thinks he’s found it with you.

he’s got a scar on the left of his face around the eye. he used to try and pull the side of his hood to cover it, but now he lets you trace your fingertip along it.

if this goes on long enough, he might even consider and even start to try to stay away from alcohol.

he wishes he was more active, but he’s often so tired. he appreciates it a lot when you help him get around and maybe even help him gain some strength back.

despite being a little big, he’s actually very light (and you’d think he would get around easier ,,,, no, he’s just that tired all the time).

he really likes that you’re the one who’s helped him through this. you’ve given him company, been a friend he can trust, listened to his story ,, he loves you a lot, and he wants to safe as well you want him to be.

the thought of you or himself getting hurt scares him quite a bit, so he sticks closer to you.

EDIT: he’s got patches of furless skin and pretty messy fur. sometimes if he finds you paying attention to some details like that, he’ll distract you or hide them. but you like them, you like him.

might add more or edit these ones sorry if I mispell or if the grammar is bad is some places!

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