#i’m not going anywhere guys i hope you aren’t either!!!

[newtkelly]

this…. this is what happened last night, right?

requested by @geddyqueer & @captainrockley 💖

[pathologicalreid]

falling flat | s.r.

in which you call Spencer for help with a flat tire, and he comes to help with you car troubles - and then some

margovember

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: allusions to the reaper, car trouble, blood, tetanus vaccine, kindergarten teacher!reader, flirting, protective!spencer, takes place following 5x22 "the internet is forever", hastily edited word count: 1.87k a/n: rahhhh an old prompt from may 2024 that ended up working for a margovember request rahhh.

The absolute last place you wanted to be was on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere Virginia, with a flat tire. You weren’t entirely helpless until your tire jack broke, sending metal flying everywhere and cutting your hand open.

You slumped down next to your car, pulling your phone from your pocket before calling the first people you could think of. Every single one of them ended up going to voicemail. Some of them didn’t even let it get past the first ring before declining your call—traitors.

With your thumb hovering over the call button, you thought of Spencer. He had a PhD in engineering, but you weren’t entirely sure that would come in handy in this instance. It was late, almost midnight, and you weren’t even sure he’d answer.

At this point, what choice did you have?

As the phone rang, part of you hoped he wouldn’t answer. When he asked you about it the next time you saw him, you’d wave it off as a butt dial and he’d be none the wiser.

“Hello,” he said through the phone, leaving your plans quashed.

This was awkward, you had been on four dates with the guy over the span of two months, and now you were calling him in the middle of the night. “This isn’t a booty call,” You blurted, cringing inwardly and banging your head back on the passenger door of your car.

Spencer laughed lightly, “I didn’t think it was, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You asked, his job had a lot of long hours, and you didn’t want to bother him if he was catching up on sleep. If he was even home, “Wait, where are you?”

There was a rustling on his end of the call, “No, I wasn’t asleep, I’m at work. We just got off of a case.”

You let out a sigh of relief, at least you weren’t being a total nuisance. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you. I just… my tire blew out on the highway and my jack broke and no one else is answering their phone,” you told him, verging on rambling.

“You’re kind of cutting out, where are you?” He asked, he sounded concerned, and if there was a moment where you weren’t sure you still had feelings for him, it was fleeting.

Looking to either side of you for a mile marker, you stood up, looking at the ground so you didn’t step on any metal, “I don’t really know. There aren’t any signs, I’m somewhere on 28, I think?”

Spencer cleared his throat, “Do you have your location on your phone?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I have enough service to check it,” you said, all you could see were trees.

You could hear him talking to someone, holding the receiver away from his mouth, “That’s fine, I’ll have someone look, just stay on the phone.”

It would seem that dating someone in the FBI does have its perks, “Oh, cool.” You overheard Spencer explaining your situation to someone, hearing the other person in the room say something about Reid’s girlfriend and you couldn’t help but smile. The two of you were very unofficially official.

“Hey, I’ll be there in half an hour,” An elevator dinged in the background. “Is that alright?”

You hummed, leaning your hip against the front of your car. “I mean, I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

Another ding of the elevator, “Will you do me a favor?”

In exchange for this? You’d do just about anything within the realm of legality, “Name it.”

“Get in your car and lock the doors,” he responded. “Turn your hazards on because right now you’re a sitting duck. If someone doesn’t see your car, they could hit you.”

As a favor, he was asking you to make sure you’re safe, “Okay, I’m getting in now, should I leave the car running?”

You heard the sound of a car lock disengaging through the phone, “As long as the cooling system on your car is in good shape, it shouldn’t be a problem to leave it running while you wait. Just remember what I told you about the hazards.”

Nodding despite the fact that he can’t see you, you got in the car, turning the key in the ignition before pushing the button for your hazard lights, “Okay, I’m in the car.”

“I can’t drive and be on the phone at the same time, but I’ll be there soon. Don’t unlock the doors for anyone except for me,” he told you, and you thanked him for his help before hanging up and settling yourself in your driver’s seat.

You pulled the hoodie you kept stashed in your car over your head, your school mascot—a panther—proudly displayed in the front, and made sure your car doors were locked. If you said you weren’t a little unnerved, you’d be lying to yourself.

Spencer had a worrisome job; it was something you were aware of before he ever asked you on that first date. It became alarmingly obvious to you when he revealed that he’d been shot a few months prior, which was an appropriate second-date conversation with an FBI agent. It made sense to you that he’d be concerned about you, in your idle car, on the side of the road, but you wondered if there was a case that he was thinking of. Someone with a flat tire who had met an untimely demise.

Shuddering, you turned up the heat in your car, flipping through radio stations until someone knocked on your window. You jumped at the noise, hitting your head against the roof of the car before looking outside to see Spencer. Sighing in relief, you unlocked your car door, and he opened it for you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Is your head alright?”

You peered up at him, casually leaning over your car door. “You cut your hair,” you observed. You’d seen him just last week, where his hair still touched his shoulders, and now it was considerably shorter.

Self-consciously, he reached up a hand and thumbed one of the tendrils, “Yeah, it just got too long—and heavy.”

Resisting the urge to ruffle his hair, your head bobbed, “I like it. Did you do it yourself?”

“You can tell?” He asked, following you around the back of your car to your busted tire. Spencer sets his tire jack down before looking back at you, putting his hands on his hips.

Grinning at him, you shrugged, “I teach kindergarten, I’m basically a professional at noticing DIY haircuts.”

On a towel that you had previously set out, the two of you sat along the side of your car, and you tried to ignore the fact that Spencer still had his weapon holstered. It made sense, he’d come straight from work, but you wondered if there was a reason he didn’t leave it in his car. “Where’s your lug wrench?”

“I can change it myself,” you insisted, “I just needed a different car jack.” You gestured to the pieces of yours that were now all over the side of the road.

Alarm flashed on Spencer’s face, “Nothing fell on you, right?”

You shook your head, “No, just a cut from the metal.”

Holding out your hand, you let Spencer take a look at the cut on your palm. “When was your last tetanus shot?”

Blinking rapidly, you frowned at him, “Uh, when I was in college?”

“That might need stitches,” he responded, letting you take your hand back. “I’ll change your tire, I don’t want you using that hand for anything,” he informed you, pushing the hydraulic jack beneath your car.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you watched him take your old tire off, muttering under his breath about how your old jack was practically an artifact, seeing how it literally fell apart under pressure. “How was your case?” You asked softly, fully aware that you were likely opening a can of worms by asking about work.

Spencer’s movements faltered slightly at your question, “It’s closed. We were in Boise,” he answered tactfully, leaving out any case details and cluing you into the fact that he didn’t want to talk about it. “What are you doing out here?”

You sighed, leaning back on your hands and watching him work, “I had a meeting with the other schools in our conference. It’s annual, and this year they happened to pick the school furthest away from mine.”

“Well, I suppose it worked out well that your tire blew out so close to me, then,” Spencer said, swapping out the busted tire for the donut and looking over at you. There was something nervous in his eyes, and you didn’t know if it was related to work or you.

Humming, you tried to watch the tire rather than just watching him, “Is there something bothering you?”

He was tightening the lug nuts on the spare tire, “Are you driving home after this?”

You furrowed your brows, “Yeah, where else could I be going?”

“It’s almost a two-hour drive to your place from here,” he reminded you, his tone laced with concern. “You won’t get home until almost one in the morning,” the displeasure in his voice was plain, but you don’t have anywhere else to go. “Plus, you really shouldn’t travel that far on a spare tire, they’re not made to travel far distances.”

Crossing your arms in front of your stomach, you let your shoulders slump forward, “So, what do you suggest I do? Get a hotel?”

Spencer mumbled something inaudibly, trying to finish tightening the bolts on the tire before sighing, “You can stay with me,” he blushes, a swipe of pink across his cheeks.

Your lips parted in surprise, “Uh, I don’t… I’m not…” you faltered. Utterly failing to come up with a good enough reason to tell him no, “I don’t want you to feel inclined. This isn’t what I was looking for when I called you for help.”

He let the car down, staying quiet while the two of you cleaned up, and Spencer swatted your hand away when you tried to pick things up. “So, you can come back to my place tonight. My work-issued first-aid kit has your name all over it,” he told you, eyes flickering down to the cut on your hand.

“Okay,” you breathed, unable to conjure a reason to refuse his hospitality.

He was grinning at you, hair just barely brushing his eyebrows, “So tomorrow, maybe we can get coffee and drop your car off to get a new tire?”

You smiled back at him, “That sounds great, date number five.”

“You know where you’re going, right?”

“Yeah,” you’d been to his place once to pick him up, “Hey, Spence?”

He turned around, fishing his car keys from his pocket. He looked ready to respond to you, but you pressed your lips to his before he had a chance to speak.

You kissed him softly, whispering against his mouth, “Thank you for coming.”

He chuckled lightly, gently resting a hand on your waist, “Thank you for calling.” 

[deathbyday]

✧.⁠*⁠Daisuke x implied F!Reader - getting caught hc’s*⁠.⁠✧

Written By: DeathByDay

warnings: NSFW

(set in the Tulpar, not in the comfort of a house)

…..

- first off, you guys getting caught wouldn’t be intentional.

- i genuinely believe that Daisuke would be the one to whimper and whine, so of course, he’s loud.

- if you’re the type to be loud as well, then you’re both 100% getting caught.

- if you aren’t that type of person, then it’s more so a 50/50 chance of getting caught with your pants down.

- i don’t really see him having a kink for public sex? but i think just the thought of risking it just for pleasure gets him hard.

- but if you like public sex, then he’d be down to try it. obviously not when other people are around, but when people are nearby and have a chance at hearing you two.

- the only way to really keep him quiet is to either make out, or keep a hand on his mouth.

- again with the thoughts, you having to shut him up because of how loud he can be makes him aroused.

- if you aren’t into public sex : the two of you would be in bed just doing your business.

- i’m pretty sure (i apologize if i’m wrong) everyone’s rooms are close to each other, which makes it a pretty high chance of getting caught.

- i’m talking; if one of you make too loud of a whine or moan, someone’s definitely going to hear and go check on you both pretty high.

- and that someone would be captain Curly.

- he’d be up later than usual, just doing his job. then he heard you two.

- he couldn’t quite make out the noise, so he got closer to the sleeping quarters thinking a pipe bursted or whatnot.

- he got closer to the sound and realized it was coming from Daisuke’s room.

- Curly would knock, but nobody would answer and the noise would continue. so, he opened the door.

- safe to say you two weren’t allowed to be alone with Daisuke for a few weeks.

- you guys didn’t care and continued seeing each other at night, making sure to stay quiet.

- if you are into public sex : then you guys could be doing it anywhere. the lounge is your go to spot to have fun.

- you both definitely did it on the couch once or twice without getting caught. the third time though? can’t say the same.

- this time, Anya would be the one to catch you guys in the act.

- she’d come into the lounge to grab a coffee around 5am to start her day to see you two on the couch, almost fully nude, Daisuke undoing your bra/pulling down your boxers.

- she couldn’t look you two in the eyes for a long time.

…..

authors note

this isn’t proofread at all.. so i apologize if i spelt anything wrong. but nonetheless, thank you for the request! i hope you all enjoyed reading this <3

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Changed Future (2) | Yandere Isekai

Part 1

It’s so irritating for Haruko 

He remembers how he used to try and make noise in the beginning, when the same thing happened to him

But even without your struggling, he’s got more obstacles than he thought

“Tch all these guys getting in our way, maybe I should just kill them.”

“Haru no!”

“Why not, I'm sure you did it when I was trapped.”

“That…that doesn’t make it right!”

“So? Who cares about right when we’re in love? I think it was you who said that.”

Either way with or without your approval he’s figuring out a way to take down his newfound rivals

He kind of hopes they are as ambitious as the friends who recently abandoned him

Too bad they aren’t

In the original story, the crazy thing about the protagonist was that despite their obsessive love for Haruko and general disregard for those who got in the way of that was otherwise really inspiring

Breaking away from their elitist family for their violent morals ironic right

Joining the workforce, easily rising because of their work ethic and intelligence

And all that while beautifully evading a less-than-clean detective trying to pin the blame of random crimes on them

Which of course got them their own male leads attempting to pursue their affections

Always doomed to fall short because of circumstance or the protagonist suavely crushing their hopes to gush about their love

It was a uniquely terrible tragedy for their characters to be written this way

That’s what the random reviewers would say

Which is why you did feel inclined to maybe entertain them a bit more than the original protagonist would have ever done

“Since you are quitting….I hope you’ll let me treat you to dinner. For all your hard work of course.”

“Uh sure but I have to be home by sunset.”

“That’s a shame then we’ll have to—Wait. Did you say you would?”

“Yeah, are you okay?”

“YES! Ahem I mean yes I’m fine! I look forward to a nice evening together!”

Unknowingly furthering the obsession the protagonist was barely keeping at bay

“So mind telling me what you ordered that day at the restaurant?”

“I think it was my favorite dish there called the berry delight but I’m not sure. I think they changed the menu since I was there.”

“Why not confirm it later today? That way you can tell me if you did see the missing classmate of yours.”

“But I don’t remember exactly where I sat–”

“Then we’ll just have to sit in every spot until it rings a bell.”

“I don’t know if that’s–”

“Don’t fret. I’ll be paying but there's no way we’ll get to try every table. We’ll have to come back multiple times.”

“Okay…”

“No worries I’m sure you’ll get tired of eating there so we’ll go to some other places to give you a rest. Anywhere you wanted to try?”

You’d be foolish to think you could escape them by agreeing to Haruko’s entrapping of you 

It only takes a day of you not responding to messages that they both eagerly awaiting you at your door

And after the first few times, Haruko shooing them away they begin to get resourceful

“Yeah bud nice try their still out.”

“Hm well say that to my lovely warrant right here.”

“Wait! H-h-hold on! Geez I-i’ll go get them now but they are not going to be happy with you!”

It really doesn’t get better as the guard against the protagonist’s secrets begins to be let down as interested parties slowly make their way in

You don’t have the same ruthlessness or ability to deceive as the protagonist you took over for 

On top of that you never actually read the webtoon so you’ll be left trying to piece together whatever few weak points the protag has

Where if you hadn’t already started to make your pursuers interested all those faults are fuel for their agenda

“It’s so unfortunate that the company can sign off on your absence during this suspicious crime but I don’t mind editing records if you wouldn’t mind spending time with me. That way I can vet your personality myself. Over wine of course!”

It’s overwhelming constantly being pulled in 3 directions 

What’s worse you’re completely oblivious when the latest obstacle in the protag’s perfect life finally makes themselves known

“Hello darling, it took us years to find you but we did it!”

“Don’t look like that come give your Mama a hug!”

Part 3: Coming Soon

[dc418writes]

Meddling Meet Cute

✨Pairing✨: Terry Richmondxblack!singlemom!reader

Summary🪄: Your daughter’s at it again…

🚨: pretty much all fluff🌸

A/N🎤: it’s my first Terry fic🤗! I’m very nervous (then again when am I not🙃), but I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

“Ma come on!” The excited nine-year-old pulled you just hard enough past the barricades that your steps were a tad more hurried to avoid stumbling over your daughter.

“Callie relax, the rides aren’t going anywhere.”

“I know, but Jianna-,”

“Isn’t going anywhere either,” you chuckle still being led by the girl clearly on a mission with her eyes set on the infamous ‘High Flyer’.

Besties since kindergarten, you couldn’t lie about how cute the duo was. They were practically stuck at the hip during school - always working or playing together at recess - and outside wasn’t all too different seeing that one would typically be at the other’s house. It always brought a smile to your face watching their animated conversations and lighthearted debates.

And after this past year, you were especially glad to see none of that had changed. That she had a true friend to support her during the tough times.

“There she is!,” Callie smiles already beginning to bounce and skip towards her best friend. Jianna begins to frantically wave alerting the much taller and unfamiliar man to her right. Jianna’s mom’s boyfriend maybe? She did mention a new guy she was really into...

Before you can stop her, Callie easily slips away running to hug her friend - and introduce herself to the tower of muscle who adorably shakes her hand with an amused smile of his own.

“Um Callie-?,”

With the man in tow behind them, Jianna tightly wraps her arms around your waist in one of her famous warm hugs before peering up at you with a sweet, “Hey auntie!”

The term given to you by the young girl herself when she was about six since, “You take care of me like my other aunties. So that makes you my aunt too!” You didn’t have the heart to go into the semantics with the wide-eyed little girl, so you just smiled and said, “Okay sweetheart.”

“This is my uncle Terry from the army. Uncle Terry, this is my friend’s mom.”

He was broader up close, and the orange shirt stretching across his chest and shoulders only made that more apparent. That paired with the dark jeans over his thick thighs didn’t help the ache beginning to pulse in your core that you haven’t felt in…damn when was the last time you felt that?

“Hi Callie’s mom,” he greets with probably the prettiest smile you’ve seen in this town on a man and an outstretched hand. A hand that completely envelopes your own once you place yours in his.

“Hi Jianna’s uncle Terry,” you softly chuckle along with the man himself.

God that deep baritone voice was dangerous. And his grayish-green eyes?! You didn’t even know they came in that color.

“Well we’re going to the line bye!,” Callie rushes grabbing Jianna’s hand. Your quick, “Hold it” begrudgingly halts both girls turning around to face you again.

“Tell us what rides you’re going to, and we’ll follow behind.”

“Mom we’re nineee,” she whines with that pouty secret weapon of hers and batting those curly lashes similar to yours.

“You want us to choose the rides?”

There’s a brief, silent stare off between you and your mini me before she announces they’ll be in line at the High Flyer.

“And we’ll be sitting at that bench.” It was about 20 feet away and had the perfect view of both the entrance and exit lines so you would always see the girls.

“Spoken like a true mama,” Terry murmurs with a low chuckle as you both sit. Meanwhile you try to ignore the flutter in your lower tummy at how ‘mama’ sounds out of his mouth.

“Reminded myself of my own back there,” you softly laugh while inwardly cringing. Although you’re enjoying your time so far with Terry - a brief, comfortable silence currently between you two - there’s this creeping suspicion you can’t seem to shake. “Is everything okay with Nitta? I thought she was bringing Jianna?”

“She said she wasn’t feeling the best and asked if I could bring her instead,” he casually answers.

Huh..maybe it’s nothing then.

“She also said Jia told her she really wanted me to go so she could show me around? Didn’t know she was meeting yall here until we got out the truck.”

Yep. There it is.

Your quiet ‘huh’ along with the knowing look on your face has his brow rising in intrigue. And admittedly, he thinks it’s cute how your deep brown eyes slightly squint. “What’s up?”

From your sudden shift to surprised, you clearly didn’t expect him to hear you. Or be paying close enough attention to read you so well. Who wouldn’t pay attention to you though? Bright skin that nearly shined gold when the sun hit you just right. Your full lips that looked so soft. Not to mention your body with curves in all the right places that made him realize it’s been too long since his last time.

You debate on whether to say anything, but the way he deeply gazes at you tells you he probably won’t just let it go. “I uh think a couple of nine year old matchmakers may be trying to work their magic.”

Looking back at the girls, they each throw both of you a quick wave now at the front of the line.

“You think it’s working?,” Jianna asks.

“I mean they’re talking? That’s more attention I’ve seen my mom give a guy,” Callie shrugs. “Might be going better though if he brought flowers like I said.”

“Then that would’ve gave us away like I said.”

“Not that Jia doesn’t want to spend time with you though!,” you hurry to correct meeting those hypnotic green eyes again. “She talked about you all the time when you were gone.”

“Really?,” he smiles and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. Or two.

“Anytime you’d call she’d get so excited. And when you’d send her something for her birthday or Christmas? All she’d talk about for a good week.”

Deep down Terry knew his sister and niece loved him. But actually hearing how he made them feel from another person made him emotional in a way he hadn’t during his time in the service.

“I have a feeling mine was the ringleader here.”

At that moment you can hear both girls squealing and giggling as the carousel like ride gently swings them higher than any playground swing would. Their arms waving and legs kicking before disappearing on the other side.

‘So you were single,’ Terry thought.

“Sorry to get you wrapped up in all this. If it makes you uncomfortable-,”

“Far as I’m concerned, we’re just two friendly adults watching two kids,” he replies holding up his hands showing he saw no harm. “If it makes you uncomfortable though-,”

“No! No I agree, just two friendly adults,” you smile. There was a glint of something behind your eyes that told Terry there was more to your daughter playing Cupid, but rather than dig he opted to leave it alone until you were ready. Hopefully trusting him enough to explain.

“Did you see us?!,” Callie shouts running up to the both of you with Jianna by her side.

“We did. Surprised yall aren’t dizzy going around so much,” you answer making the girls laugh as they shake their heads.

“We should all do the firecracker next!,” Jianna suggests, which of course Callie quickly agrees. Just a few feet across the way, the line was already filling up with teens and adults alike waiting to ride the infamous drop tower that’s been popular since you were a kid. Those already on it screaming as they quickly free fell before stopping halfway to rise and repeat the motion again.

“Afraid I’m gonna have to sit that one out girls, but maybe Uncle Terry will ride with you?”

He doesn’t get a chance to answer before being pulled by the girls. Judging from the quick, concerned glance he gives you he clearly wasn’t a fan of the ride either.

‘Sorry,’ you innocently mouth when he turns to you from the line shaking his head with that cute tilted smile.

‘Later,’ he mouths back, which you didn’t fully get until he brought up the Tilted Record when the girls didn’t know what to ride next.

“You gotta ride it ma,” Callie practically begged. “It’s so much fun!”

“Yea you gotta ride it ma,” Terry playfully winks bringing those flutters back stronger than ever as a heat creeps to your cheeks. A few minutes later, you were smushed into his side pleasantly smothered by his clean, woodsy scent as you all spun around and eventually backwards. Callie and Jianna in the seat behind you having the time of their lives squealing and singing to the music playing overhead.

“You did that on purpose,” you jokingly glare up at the taller man while following behind your still somehow energized kids.

He simply shrugs with a glimpse of a smirk on his lips, “Maybe. You had fun though.”

He might’ve had a point. “Still, friends don’t do that.”

His deep chuckle and wide smile hits you deep instantly making your knees feel like jelly - something you never thought possible let alone experienced. Not even with Callie’s dad. “Best friends mess with each other all the time,” he counters. “Guess we’ve leveled up.”

-

“So Jia’s uncle was nice,” Callie starts. She tries peeking at you in the standing mirror as you dutch braid her hair for the night, but it’s difficult with the way her neck is craned downward.

“He was. We’ll have to get him something for winning those stuffed pigs for you and Jianna.”

“Mhm,” she agrees as you move to the last section. “So what else did you think about him? You think he’s cute?”

You knew she’d been itching to ask since you both got in the car. Especially after Terry was nice enough to make sure you got there okay before wishing you both a good night.

Securing the last braid with the small rubber band, you pat the spot beside you beckoning her to join you in the king sized bed. She instantly climbs in snuggling under the fluffy throw she loved so much. “Callie I don’t want you worrying about me and dating alright? And definitely no more blind dates.”

You still had nightmares about the one with her principal. Who can put away that much shrimp?

“I just want you to be happy. Like how you were with dad,” she whispers peering up at you.

Eventually you’d have to tell her the truth about that strained relationship and how things were only ‘happy’ for her sake.

“I am happy lovie. Long as I have you I’m good,” you smile kissing her on the forehead. “You just focus on being the amazing kid you are okay?”

She nods, sleepily smiling and clearly minutes away from slumber. “Love you ma.”

“Love you too. Now let’s get you to bed.”

Moments after returning to your bedroom, beginning to feel the familiar heaviness of your lids, a couple of short vibrations from your phone stop you from sliding under your covers curious as to who would want something this late.

Hey, it’s Terry. Got your number from Nitta (sent 10:56 pm)

She’s still feeling bad so looks like I’m bringing Jia to dance tomorrow and apparently on snack duty?? (sent 10:57 pm)

Hey and yea forgot it’s her turn. I was next week but we can switch. I’ll pick something up, no worries😊(sent 11:02 pm)

Also I can take Jia if you want? Not sure if you had other plans (sent 11:04 pm)

Was that too much? What if he thought you were trying to pry?

Nah it’s ok, I got her. And thanks for taking over🙏🏽 (sent 11:13 pm)

Look at us, friends helping friends😉 (sent 11:14 pm)

“Nice,” he thought as his hand frustratedly passed over his face. “And with the winky face? Somebody take this damn phone.”

lol always😌! (Sent 11:17 pm)

Terry didn’t realize he was holding his breath until your response finally flashed on his screen allowing him to breathe again. Relief soothing his tense muscles as he sat back against the wooden headboard.

Neither one of you were really able to sleep that night though. Thoughts of the other and the time at the fair admittedly making each a little excited about being together again the next day.

And while you never knew what was planned for the future, something told you this ‘friendship’ would be far different than your other ones.

[boydepartment]

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍩₊˚⊹♡ so what do you recommend? nishimura riki x gn! reader

250ish words- riki being a loser- engene reader working at a donut shop - masterlist

you stood at the counter waiting for your name to either be called to the back or for someone to come in. the chain you work at was supposed to be closed today but your manager asked if you could come in for this specific store as you guys decided to be open

to be honest you didn’t mind, you liked your job and it’d keep you distracted from the fact you couldn’t make it to a concert you desperately wanted to go to. you had the money to attend just not the means to get there, who seriously has a concert mid week? and in a place where they already go to every tour? it wasn’t that far but just the hassle of getting there and work. ugh it was just a mess. you really wanted to go too… you loved k-pop and concerts. especially hybe groups and especially enhypen.

unfortunately the cards just aren’t in your favor this leg of the tour.

you sighed as you watched out the window as people walked by the store, wondering who was going to walk in and ask for a donut. you looked down for a split second picking at the bandaids that covered your fingers from earlier in the day.

when the little ding came up you perked up. smiling at the two boys who walked in.

“hi welcome in! how can i help you?” you leaned against the donut case in front of you. the two boys looked at you and then at eachother. you took a quick note of the apparel

one was shorter than the other, denim vest, chain, a backwards hat that looked oddly familiar. when you took note of the taller one your heart stopped for a moment.

there was no way this was happening to you at work…

the taller one wore the absolute ugliest jacket and jean combo you have ever seen in your life, and he wore the ugliest baseball cap to accompany it. the unfortunate part was, you’d recognize that ugly outfit combo anywhere.

“um hi sorry about that- can i get-“

AUSTRALIAN 🫵

okay y/n play it cool.

the taller one who you assumed you knew to be none other than nishimura riki, hit the shorter one and stood closer to you.

“i’m sorry he’s dumb-“ the taller one spoke, “we have never been here before actually-“

“I LITERALLY HAV-“

the taller one waved him off and kept his attention on you. the closer he got to the case display, the more you could see the little mole under his eye.

“ignore him.” he said quickly, you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. he leaned against the counter next to the case display and looked at you.

“so what do you recommend..?”

was he trying to hit on you?

you put your hand under your chin and looked at him, throughly enjoying this and thanking the universe if this was real and not just delusion, “definitely anything with crème but you cannot go wrong with a strawberry donut.” you smiled at him. you heard riki giggle under his mask and his friend(who you guessed was jake) groaned, probably embarrassed.

“i love strawberries actually. i’ll get both though.” he said and you started to bag them up, you looked up at his friend.

“anything for you?”

jake walked closer to the counter and apologized quietly, “can we just get two dozen of the signature donuts too..?”

you nodded and grabbed the ready to go boxes behind you.

“actually can i pick the-“ riki spoke big jake interrupted him.

“MAN STOP MAKING THE WORKERS JOB HARDER JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK THEYRE CUTE!” he shoved him and got shoved back. you started to giggle again and gave them their total.

jake paying and trying to apologize for his friend’s behavior.

they quickly grabbed their donuts and headed out, riki wishing you a good day before running into the door and getting laughed at by jake.

you felt yourself look down smiling.

part of you felt like you were being delusional until you saw a little piece of paper near your sticky notes that you used to remember restock…

‘be back tomorrow by MYSELF- hope ur working-

my name is riki :)’

your jaw dropped slightly before you pocketed the note and was called back by your manager to help in the back. you quickly scurried to the back of the house and tried to hide your smile.

[sixosix]

roommate!lyney annoying you, fluff, kissing, profanity lol!!! feminine french pet name used once (1), implied secret relationship. written in like 30 mins not proofread

“lyney, who the fuck ate my takeout?!”

that’s a stupid question; there’s only the two of you in this dorm room. exasperated, you throw yourself back on the couch, grieving your lost takeout that is most likely sitting in your boyfriend's stomach. lyney pops out of his bedroom with a cute smile and guilt hidden in closed eyes. he walks to you in slow steps, hands hidden behind his back.

you watch him with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

“ma chérie,” lyney purrs, and you hope there’s enough venom in your glare to take him down, “do you want a magic trick?”

you stare blankly. you do not want a magic trick.

lyney makes an undignified noise, flopping himself on top of you and the one-seat couch; you barely manage to get your laptop out of the way before he crushes it. “come on, entertain me. you have been giving your laptop more attention. do you want a magic trick or not?”

“if it’s about my food, i’m about to make you disappear.”

lyney fans his face as he turns, whistling. “you’ve done it again. you’re so charming when you glare so heatedly at me like that,” he coos, pressing his nose on your cheek and smiling against your skin.

you groan, pushing his face with your palm. “are you a freak?”

“if calling me that is what it takes for you to realize i just want you to look at me,” he agrees solemnly, muffled by you smothering his lips.

“i know i’m your roommate and everything, but you have a twin. do you have to bother me? aren’t you all for ‘family is everything’ and all that? how will they react if they see their lyney clinging onto his roommate like a lovesick parasite?”

“lynette doesn’t even like talking. and i like looking at you,” lyney says, nearing a whine. he persists in slotting himself between the couch armrest and your body, arms wrapped around your waist. it doesn’t budge when you tug on it.

“you can look at me without bothering me.”

lyney blinks owlishly. “oh?”

“entertain yourself,” you snarl, shifting so your back faces him. he buries his nose on the back of your neck, humming thoughtfully.

he then he kisses where your skin is bare, sighing softly. “i’m sorry. i wanted to take you out tonight.”

“dumbass,” you say, adding more to your essay with hostility in your fingers. “how are we going to enjoy dinner if you’re already full?”

“i can enjoy dinner if i see you enjoy dinner.” he sounds so serious about it, too. “hey, look at me for a sec. there’s something on your face.”

instinctively, you turn your head, startled when lyney takes it as an opportunity to kiss the side of your lips. “hey—” he interrupts you with a kiss on the other side. “lyney, you—” and then he seals the deal by kissing you properly.

it’s a little uncomfortable with the angle, but that’s far in the back of your mind with the press of his lips and the warmth he’s emanating. lyney’s a personified heater; it does help that he loves touching you in any way he can whenever you get too cold.

you have to pull away yourself, gasping deep breaths. lyney looks extremely pleased with himself. “you eat my takeout and try to distract me from my essay—do you want me to request a new roommate?”

but as you return to your laptop, you realize it’s gone. the pillow you’ve used to place it on top of is notably empty. you check the corners and peer at what you can with lyney’s arms caging you, but it’s not anywhere either.

“what? where the hell did you put it?”

“let me treat you dinner, and maybe i’ll tell you after our date,” lyney sing-songs, expertly swerving from your attack with a bright laugh.  “come on, up you go.”

lyney doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants; it’s the wisest decision to give in as soon as possible anyway.

a/n hello guys this is like a practice round bc i have a longfic for lyney in the works !!!!!!!! but this is kinda lame so idk HELPP

[lovingseventeen]

svt being green flags early into dating

a/n: dating boys who aren’t seventeen? i don’t recommend KIDDING but it’s tough out here. ngl i wrote this in one dash bc i’ve had it with boys

- picture these hcs as the talking stage/unofficial dating era but you guys are interested in each other

seungcheol:

❥ saw a quote recently that described a man as “alpha male energy without being an incel” and i think this pertains to cheol too

❥ never let’s you pay, picks you up in his car for your dates so you don’t have to commute anywhere and to ensure you get home safe

jeonghan:

❥ teases you but never crosses a boundary

❥ makes clever jokes but they’re never the kind of “dark humor” that’s just disguised as something problematic

joshua:

❥ he’s a prince, a walking green flag even

❥ hence the princess treatment that you tend to get

❥ always offers his hand to you when you walk on anything that could be precarious

jun:

❥ he’s a little silly but he’s very aware of when is a good time

❥ knows exactly how to cheer you up depending on the situation

❥ maybe you get funny voice jun or an attentive jun gently holding your hand and asking what he could do to help

soonyoung:

❥ consistent energy towards you

❥ you see him bounding towards your date meeting spot with the biggest grin on his face - the same genuine grin as the one on your first date

wonwoo:

❥ the best listener and he’s good at following up with you so you know he cares

❥“oh yeah how did your test go? the one you kept staying up for”

❥“did you end up talking to your boss about your hours?”

❥“did you end up getting the tickets for the concert you wanted?”

jihoon:

❥ his schedule may be busy but he does try to make time for you and he communicates when he can’t

❥“i’m a little tight this week but i moved some things around so i’m free saturday night, do you want to get dinner?”

❥“our day off is coming up, are you also free that day? i was thinking spending a day at home together?”

❥ he’s a little extra sappy when he can’t free up time

❥“we’re doing our dome shows this week, i’m so sorry i can’t see you, darling”

seokmin:

❥ also has very good, enthusiastic, energy towards you

❥ loves to text you consistently without being overbearing either

❥ good mornings and good nights are precious to him

❥ tells you unsolicited updates about his day and hopes you’ll do the same

❥ i stubbed my toe - remember to be careful sometimes!

mingyu:

❥ what can i say- he never lets you do anything in the sense that he doesn’t ever want you to feel the need to lift a finger around him

❥ your steak? do you want him to cut it for you?

❥ you need to build your new bookshelf? no you don’t, he’ll do it

minghao:

❥ so casually a gentleman

❥ tends to guide you by the small of your back when you walk together (he’s also always walking on the side closest to the road)

❥ it’s kind of a nice little reminder he’s there

seungkwan:

❥ he always brings an extra something in case you need it on your dates

❥ if it’s chilly outside and you’re talking a stroll around the park, he’ll an extra pair of gloves for you or an extra scarf

❥ or if you’re doing an active date, like trying volleyball maybe, he’ll bring an extra pair of kneepads for you

vernon:

❥ maybe he’s not the best with words but he’ll always send you little recommendations

❥ whether it’s a movie, a song, or a video, it’s his way of telling you “this reminded me of you”

❥ even in most casual instances, he’s thinking about you

chan:

❥ always takes care of planning dates

❥ while of course he wouldn’t stop you from planning a date, he also really enjoys thinking of where to go and what to do so he can just show you a good time :)

[sturnstars5]

mask- matt sturniolo

ghostface!matt x fem!reader

you find out the murders of many people in your town are caused by the person you trust the most…

warnings: smut, p n v, swearing, mentions of mur!der, friends to lovers, dom!matt and sub!reader, mentions of wea!pons, mentions of kill!ng people, subtle fluff, resolved angst

i hope you guys like this!! sorry it’s a bit long!

happy kinktober:)

“yesterday, tyler alexander was found unconscious in the woods. tyler was found lying in a pile of leaves, beside a blood covered knife and oddly enough, an oddly shaped mask. he was later pronounced dead in the los angeles county hospital.” you hear the news reporter say.

“damn, that’s so sad. i cant believe this! he was just fine at that party friday night.” you say, shaking your head.

your best friend of many years, matt, is sitting quietly beside you sipping his coffee and staring blankly at the tv.

“matt?” you say, nudging him.

“oh, uh, yeah that’s really weird.” he says nervously, like he’s hiding something.

“yeah. what’s even crazier is that his friend mike was found dead with a knife in him two days before! i saw him a few weeks before it happened, i wonder who he pissed off that time.” you say.

“well he was an asshole so he kinda deserved it. he couldn’t stay with one girl to save his life.” matt says bitterly.

“ i mean you’re not wrong.” you chuckle, ignoring the hidden anger in matt’s voice.

“anyways, are you going to the costume party at tara’s tomorrow? it’s gonna be lit.” you ask matt.

“yeah, but i’m not gonna tell you who i am. you’ll have to guess!” he says, smiling and shoving your shoulder.

“okay, well i’m gonna be a witch.” you say.

“such a basic choice, why not be an inflatable cow or a pirate or somethin fun?”

“shut up matt!” you shove him.

———————————————————————————

saturday

you walk up to tara’s house as she welcomes you inside.

“fuck, y/n, you look so pretty tonight!” tara says, obviously already drunk.

and she wasn’t wrong. you were wearing a super short black minidress that had a glittery and ruffly skirt. you had on black fishnets and black knee high boots, and you carried a broom and wore a glittery black hat.

you weren’t exactly the most modest one either.

as you walked in, all eyes, especially the men’s were on you. you scanned the crowded room for matt, but you didn’t see him anywhere. you only saw your friends as they waved you over to come talk.

“hey guys, i’ll be right back, im gonna go get a drink!” you say as you walk over to the kitchen island.

you accidentally bump into a guy in a dark cloak and a white mask. he was pretty tall, and he had a knife tucked in one of the folds of his cloak.

“hey sorry, nice costume!” you say. he doesn’t say anything back, instead just looking at you then walking away.

you get something to drink as a guy in a pirate costume starts to talk to you.

“hey beautiful.” he says, clearly intoxicated.

“hey. nice costume.” you reply.

“right back at ya, you look stunning.”

you feel yourself blush, even though you aren’t really attracted to this guy.

as you two talk, you see the guy in the mask again. even though his eyes are covered by the darkness inside of the mask, you can feel his stare piercing you. he almost looks like he’s radiating anger and jealousy.

he walks over to the two of you, and you see something in the guy’s hand. it almost looks like a knife.

“come with me.” he says, taking the guy you were talking to away from you.

the guy in the mask seems like he’s really into his costume, and you begin to grow worried.

you discreetly follow them, wondering what the hell the guy in the mask was doing. you go outside, and follow the guy in the mask into the woods.

you hear the guy in the pirate costume finally speak. “hey, why are we out here? it’s cold and i’m hung-“

his sentence is cut off by loud shrieks of pain and the sound of a knife ripping through flesh and hitting bones.

“what the fuck are you doing, he didn’t do anything!” you yell at the man in the mask. you know that was probably the worst decision you could’ve made but you didn’t care right now.

“stop!” you say, trying to pull the man in the mask away from his victim.

you grab the man in the mask by the front of his cloak on his head, pulling it back. it reveals perfectly placed brunette locks in a shorter fluffy cut.

he’s still stabbing his victim, so you figure the only way to stop him is by pulling his mask.

you pull back the mask, revealing icy blue eyes, and a menacing smile. he stops stabbing the guy who is far dead by now, and he looks up at you.

the color drains from both of your faces, the pure evil in his face turns to guilt.

“matt?” is all you can voice out, just above a whisper.

“y/n, i swear, it isn’t what it looks like!”

“well then tell me matt, how do you plan on justifying stabbing this poor guy to death! i mean really, what could he have possibly done to make you do this?”

“ ‘cause he was flirting with you, alright? and i got jealous.”

“you did this all because you were jealous, matt?”

“yes, okay? why do you think tyler, mike, and all those other guys just magically disappeared?”

“they were just friends matt.”

“but they were all shitty people. i was trying to save you because i love you y/n!”

“matt, i-i love you too, but this is unreasonable. i mean, you could go to prison for life, and then some!”

“i got away with the rest so it’s fine.”

you guy’s conversation is broken when matt smashes his lips against yours. it feels so right.

he takes his cloak off, revealing just himself and his boxers.

he pushes you against a tree, supporting you with his hands on your ass.

“mm-matt, this feels so wrong.” you say in between kisses.

“no it doesn’t sweetheart, just forget about them. focus on me.” he says.

he pushes your skirt up, sliding your panties to the side. he then takes his hard dick out of the boxers, sliding it over your wet folds.

matt nudges just the tip in, and you already feel so full.

“oh, matt!” you moan.

“mm, you feel s’good for me baby. so wet and tight.”

his words turn you on even more as you bounce on his dick quicker. even in the fog of lust clouding your brain, you’re nervous that someone might come out and see you and matt.

but you don’t care, it feels so good.

matt goes faster and sloppier, making you realize he is about to come.

“y/n, i can’t hold it in much longer.”

“me neither.”

“come for me baby.”

you do just as he says, releasing your juices just as he releases his. his warm wetness coating your walls.

“so, what do ya say we leave this party and go to my place?” matt asks, cleaning you up with a piece of his cloak.

“sure, just don’t kill anyone on the way there.”

i hope you liked!!

[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 7

Description: You catch up with Gabi and Emma, Todd is an ass over text and the O'Haras give you a gift.

Pt 8

You were kneeling down on the wooden walkway, a fake bridge designed to imitate what the builder of the zoo thought the jungle villages of Africa looked like, talking quietly to Gabi and Emma.

“Girls I know you’re excited to see the hippos, but you can’t run away like that, what if either of you had gotten hurt? I was so worried about you two, and I’m sure your friends, and Mr. O’Hara, were as well.” You explain softly, holding one of their hands in one of yours, and keeping your expression calm to keep them calm.

“We’re sorry.” Gabi says, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

“We’re sorry, Ms. Y/N.” Emma begins to cry, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

You coo at them and pull them into a hug. “It’s okay, you just have to be more careful next time.”

The sound of footsteps, four sets of small feet, and one larger set, the sound of which you’ve strangely come to recognize.

“Are they okay?” Miguel asks, his voice is rich with concern, and you feel him kneel beside you, his large hand resting on Gabi’s shoulder.

“Everyone is just fine, we just got a little overwhelmed, huh?” You direct the second half of your answer towards Gabi and Emma, who pull away and nod, sniffling a little.

“¿Estás bien, Mija? ¿Estás herida?” Miguel’s hands were cupping her face, thumbs smoothing over her tearstained cheeks. Trsl: Are you okay, are you hurt?

Gabi nodded her head. “Estoy bien, Papá.” Trsl: I'm okay/good, dad

He breathes a sigh of relief and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Never run off like that again, you know the hippos aren’t going anywhere.”

She nods again, but is still pouting, and the two of them together is an adorable sight.

You feel a pang of longing right as your phone buzzes in your back pocket. You release Emma and begin to guide the group towards the hippos, fighting the urge to throw your phone into the nearest exhibit.

Todd has been texting you all day. First to bitch at you for leaving him wasted in his apartment, three weeks ago, then for ignoring his calls the next day, then he was mad because you wouldn’t let him chaperone, even though, he didn’t actually want to go, and it wasn’t your fault, the school has rules.

He’s sent you a photo, the one the whole first grade took at the zoo’s entrance. The one you’d very quickly—offhandedly, uploaded to your social medias to mark the occasion.

Todd: I thought you said men weren’t allowed to chaperone? Was that just an excuse, so you could fuck somebody else without me knowing?

He had circled Miguel in the photo, like a crazy person.

Y/N: I said male non-family members are not allowed to chaperone, that’s a parent of one of my students. We are not having an affair, and I would never abandon my students to do something so inappropriate.

He always did this, always got so jealous of any guy who was around you for even a minute. It was exhausting.

He left you on read, and you bite your tongue, trying to keep calm as you slide your phone back in your pocket.

“Gabi told me it was your birthday a few weeks ago.” Miguel says casually.

Your stomach drops. “Oh yeah?”

“I feel bad, usually Gabi and I get her teachers flowers on their birthday, but I was out of town for work, so I guess we missed it.” He towers over you, but you don’t feel unsafe, in fact you feel strangely protected.

Miguel looks so good in that cheesy field trip T-shirt, it stretches across his chest, and clings to his arms in a mouthwatering way. He looks down at you, a sheepish smile on his face.

“We hoped maybe this would make up for it?” He hands you a daisy shaped pendant, it’s beautiful, and well-made.

“I—I can’t accept this; it looks way too expensive.” You try to give it back to him, but he shakes his head and closes your fingers around the pendant, his hand dwarfing yours.

“It wasn’t expensive at all. Gabi found the necklace when we visited one of the farmer’s markets in the city. Daisies are her favorite flower, and she wanted to get you a birthday gift…and I wanted to thank you for all you’ve done for her. I mean, it’s still the first half of the school year, and I’ve never seen her be so fond of a teacher…” His hand is still covering yours, and you’re frozen in place but basking in the praise.

“Well, it is beautiful, and if it’s not expensive then I can’t turn down a gift from one of my best students now, can I?” You joke lightly, your heart pounding in your chest.

Miguel releases your hand and motions for you to turn, sweeping your hair up with one large hand, the other clasping the necklace around your neck. “It would break her heart.” He breathes, his warm breath on your neck making you shiver.

You want him. Fuck, you want him bad.

“Can’t have that.” You whisper, breathless and resisting the urge to lean into his strong chest.

“Ms. Y/N, you’re wearing my gift!” Gabi notices so quickly, weirdly quickly, for a moment you wonder if they planned this.

“I am, it’s very pretty, thank you.” You finger the pendant, it is absolutely beautiful, maybe the nicest gift anyone’s ever given you, definitely better than anything Todd’s given you.

“Now you gotta promise me you’ll never take it off.” Gabi pleads, giving you those puppy dog eyes she does so well.

You pretend to think it over, then nod your head. “Alright, deal.”

She lets out a squeal of happiness and runs back to her friends.

“She’s so good at that.” You remark, turning back to Miguel.

“Good at what?” He asks, his eyes keep drifting back to the pendant, where it sits between your fingers as you absentmindedly toy with it.

“Those puppy dog eyes, it’s so hard to say no to her.” You feel a rush of boldness and drop the pendant. “Did she learn that from you?”

Miguel’s eyes shot up to yours. “Beg pardon?”

“The puppy dog eyes.” You smile at him, a carefully crafted carefree smile meant to make the receiver feel comfortable, to get them to let their guard down.

“Oh, no, no, she learned that all on her own.” He laughs, and the sound is like syrup, muddling your thoughts with a thick sugary sweetness.

You remember his words when you admire the necklace in the mirror, the day is done, you’ve showered, and now you’re getting ready for bed.

You’re not a vain person by any means, but you can’t help but admire how it shines against your skin, as you stand bare, fresh from the shower. It hangs a bit between your breasts, the metal is sturdy, and no matter what Miguel says it’s not cheap. There’s no fake metal smell, or green staining your skin.

You spend a little longer staring at it, running your fingers along the edge, feeling each petal’s edge. It wouldn’t hurt to keep it on, at least for a little while, until Gabi forgets all about it.

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[lizzy-luvbot]

Could you do headcanons on how would the marble hornet characters be with their s/o who’s just as involved in the situation as they are? Your other headcanons were really well done btw!!

YES OFC I CAN AND THANK YOU SO MUCH❤️

~~

Characters: Tim Wright, Brian Thomas, Jay Merrick and Alex Kralie.

Tw: small VERY tiny amount of angst.

Tim Wright:

Would be so protective over you, your safety comes before his every time.

I feel like he would blame himself for you being involved, you’ve told him so many times that it wasn’t his fault but he just doesn’t listen☹️.

You can NEVER go anywhere alone(he holds your hand while you pee(just kidding…maybe…🫣))

Has to always have some part of his body touching yours(like foot touching yours, hand holding yours or on your shoulders, thigh, arm or even a belt loop or hem of your shirt.)or he will get so paranoid.

Brian Thomas:

You would barely see him(mostly because of hoodie and all the shit he does)

He loves so much that he would stay away to try and get the operator to leave you alone(doesn’t work☹️).

When you do see him, you guys always avoid talking about the operator, trying to forget all that’s happening and just enjoy eachothers company.

When he’s gone for a while he always comes back with a small gift.

Jay Merrick:

He’d love to leave you safe at home while he goes and investigates but he’s scared something will happen while he’s gone so he has no choice but to take you.

Probably get you a necklace with a tracker in it, just incase he loses you in the woods running from the operator.

Holds your hand all day everyday. I feel like he’d be stressed if he’s either not holding your and or your not in his line of sight.

He holds the camera while you carry a backpack with all the essentials.

Alex Kralie:

You have no idea what he does when he randomly leaves for like a week at a time(he wants to keep it that way)

He doesn’t want to involve you anymore then you already are, so he ignores you whenever you ask questions about where he’s been(you thought he was cheating on you then you remembered you guys aren’t in a normal situation)

Y’all like to pretend the operator doesn’t exist when you guys get to just hang out like normal people.(aka you NEVER take about it)

He can kill them fine(Tim,Brian and jay) but he would never even think about killing you.

MEME FOR READING THIS (not mine..I wish I was funny.. ANYWAY I found it on Pinterest a while back..) I HOPE YOU LIKED IT😁

I check my email and my Jay plushie is gonna be delivered Saturday🔥🔥 I’m so excited two months and $40 later I’m finally getting him💯

[heybrownieboy]

CHAPTER TWENTY: HE’S A TSUNDERE

POV: Written.

— Word Count: 5.8K

Author’s Note: Sorry it took a week for this update :( But this is a much longer chapter than what I normally write. I hope you enjoy :)

— Anything in regular italics is just Y/N’s thoughts. Things in bold italics is Y/N speaking to Minho telepathically.

Jeongin’s whole body was tense. His muscles were wound so tight he swore if he made one wrong move they would snap. 

“You have some rich friends, Sunbae.” 

Jeongin’s head snapped over to you. You stared back at him with a slightly frazzled expression, shifting the tote bag in your hands. He blinked a few times before turning back to stare at Chan’s and Changbin’s massive condo complex. 

“Yeah,” Jeongin breathed. “Chan’s family owns Bahng Enterprise and Changbin’s family owns Seo and Co.” 

You hummed. “Lily mentioned that before.” You paused for a moment, taking in Jeongin’s handsome side profile. I see why he’s so popular. “You ready to do this?” 

Jeongin took a deep breath, running his hand through his ginger hair. “Yeah,” he said. “But, uh… a little warning? I’m not really on the best of terms with them.” 

You winced slightly at that. “Are you guys going to be arguing a lot or…” 

He shook his head. “No,” he said. “It just might be a little tense. Okay, it’ll be a lot tense. But, I promise I’ll try to make everything go smoothly.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure. “I’m not going to judge or anything. I’ve had falling outs with friends too. I understand how hard it is.” 

Jeongin shot you a small smile which you quickly returned. 

He squared his shoulders. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s do this.” 

The two of you made your way into the building and over to the front desk.

“Visitors for Bang Chan,” he said. “Suit 101.”

The clerk nodded and picked up the phone. She spent a few moments speaking to the person— which you assumed was Chan— on the other side before hanging up. She then handed the two of you temporary visitor passes.

“Enjoy your day,” she said with a polite smile. 

“You too,” the both of you said simultaneously. 

You followed Jeongin towards the row of gold elevators and waited patiently for one to come after he pressed the up button. Your eyes scanned the lobby and you immediately noticed the sheer amount of security guards and other staff there. 

“Security here is tight,” Jeongin said. “Like insanely so. You aren’t allowed anywhere without a keycard or visitors pass.” 

“I’m glad we decided to meet out front then,” you said as the two of you stepped into the elevator that opened. “I would have just tried to head up and get in trouble.” 

Jeongin chuckled, pressing the button for floor ten— the highest floor. “You probably would have been carried out,” he said.

“Oh god,” you groaned. “Knowing you, you’d probably come out and tease me for it. You’d never let me live it down either.” 

“Knowing me?” he asked with an arched eyebrow. “Girl, we've met twice.” 

“You’re best friends with Beomgyu and Heeseung,” you pointed out. “And Jimin has said you can be just as bad as them.” 

Jeongin snorted in amusement. “Of course he did.” 

The two of you hopped off the elevator and started down the grand hallway of the top floor.

You felt so out of place here in your jeans and sneakers. You berated yourself silently, wishing you had worn something a little more dressy or maybe one of the few designer pieces you owned.

I should have let Nicholas dress me up today or something.

Jeongin came to a stop in front of a pair of large cherrywood double doors. You watched him as he stared at the keypad, seemingly contemplating something. A heavy sigh escaped him after another moment before he rang the doorbell. 

Almost immediately, the doors swung open. You couldn’t help but be just the teensiest bit in awe at the man standing in front of you. 

Because Holy shit it’s Hwang Hyunjin— JYP U’s dance team captain and resident “It Boy”. 

You’ve never actually met him in person, only catching glances of him at parties or occasionally in the halls of the university. 

He really is even more gorgeous up close.

Hyunjin’s eyes were zeroed in on Jeongin— who looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

“You know you could have just come in, Jeongin,” a voice said, breaking the award tension building between the two men. 

Bang Chan appeared from behind Hyunjin, shooting you and Jeongin a kind smile. His eyes settled on Jeongin for a moment as he continued, “You know the pin for the keypad.” 

Next to you, Jeongin shifted and shrugged. “I haven’t been here in eight months,” he said. “It didn’t feel right.” 

Eight months? So, they fell out around the funeral?

You shook your head slightly. That is none of your business, Y/N. 

Chan didn’t say anything for a long moment. His eyes scanned slowly over Jeongin, taking him in. A dissatisfied look flashed across for a split second before it was gone. He hummed softly before his focus shifted to you. 

“And you must be Y/N,” he said, reaching out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Chan. Lily talked about you a lot.” 

You shook his hand with a sheepish smile. I’m shaking hands with Bang Chan! you squealed internally. “I hope they were all good things,” you said, doing you best to not seem fazed by the fact that you were shaking hands with the JYP legend. 

Chan chuckled. “They were don’t worry,” he said. He stepped aside, pushing a still silent Hyunjin back gently. “Come in. Felix is in the kitchen right now. He’s making tea.” 

You and Jeongin stepped into the condo’s foyer. Both of you began to take off your shoes as Chan stepped over to grab slippers out of the coat closet. 

“Where are Changbin-sunbae and Seungmin-sunbae?” Jeongin asked. 

You couldn’t help but shooting Jeongin a questioning look, thrown off by the use of “sunbae”. You knew they fell out and all, but that seemed way too formal for people that used to be so close knit. 

“They…” Hyunjin trailed off.

Your eyes connected with his. You could see the pain and grief floating in them.

Chan set down slippers in front of you and Jeongin. “I don’t think they’re coming, Innie,” he said gently. 

“Why?” Jeongin asked. 

Chan grimaced. “It’s hard to explain,” he said. 

“It’s my fault,” Hyunjin said, voice barely above a whisper. “I should have never texted that stupid question.” 

Jeongin blinked a few times, eyeing Hyunjin. “Let me see,” he said. 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “Wha—“ 

“The texts. Let me see.” Jeongin held out his hand, waiting for Hyunjin to hand over his phone. 

Chan let out a soft sigh and patted you on the shoulder. “Why don’t you come with me, yeah? We can get whatever you need set up.” 

You looked over at Jeongin. He gave you a small smile and nod. 

“Okay,” you said softly, following Chan towards the living room. 

“Show me,” Jeongin said again, once you were out of ear shot, still holding out his hand. 

“Innie,” Hyunjin breathed. 

Jeongin let out a groan and rolled his eyes. He took a large step forward, reaching into the pocket of Hyunjin’s jeans and snatching out his phone. 

Hyunjin stayed silent as he watch Jeongin unlock his phone with ease and go to the messenger app. He remained silent as he watched the younger boy read over the previous night’s conversation, waiting patiently for him to finish. 

“Okay,” Jeongin said, handing back Hyunjin back his phone. 

“Okay?” Hyunjin asked with a tilt of his head. 

Jeongin simply shrugged. “They can do whatever they want,” he said. “If they want nothing to do with this then that’s fine. At least I know what they think of me now.” 

“They love you Jeongin,” Hyunjin said. “They do. But you know those two. They…” 

“It’s fine, Sunbae,” Jeongin said. He smoothed down the front of his shirt. “But never let them say anything bad against Y/N again.” 

“Do you actually trust her?” Hyunjin asked. 

“Jimin trusts her. She helped him. Plus, she’s done nothing but try to help me this whole week and hasn’t asked for anything in return. So, yes, I do.” Jeongin’s eyes connected with Hyunjin’s. They were only about a meter apart and he could smell the older man’s rose scented cologne. “If you don’t want to be here either then you can leave. You won’t hurt anyone’s feelings.” 

“I want to be here. I want to be here for you, Innie.” 

Jeongin took a small step back and nodded. “Okay,” he said.

Just as the two were about to head towards the living room, the doorbell rung. They shared a look before Jeongin reached over and pulled open the door. He blinked a few times in surprise, the two men in front of him seemingly just as surprised as him.

“Who is it?” Chan asked walking back into the foyer.

“Changbin and Seungmin,” Hyunjin answered, quietly. 

“I thought you weren’t coming?” Jeongin asked, tone coming out colder than he had planned. 

“We never said that,” Changbin said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “We just…” 

“You just what?” 

Chan placed his hand on Jeongin’s shoulder and shook his head. “Let’s not start an argument. Not while Y/N is here.” 

“Ah yes the medium,” Seungmin huffed. 

“Seungmin,” Hyunjin hissed. 

“If you’re going to be rude,” Jeongin said, his tone completely taking on the icy edge now, “leave. Seriously. Y/N is trying to help and if you can’t hold back your snarky ass comments then don’t bother even coming in.” 

“You don’t think this is a load of bullshit?” Seungmin asked. 

“Don’t you think it’s stupid and pathetic to blow something off before even giving it a shot?” Jeongin snapped back.

Jeongin knows he should watch what he says. He knows he should. Seungmin is older than him. He needs to be respectful. But he was way to on edge at the moment to care.

“I get you want nothing to do with me anymore, Hyung,” Jeongin said, his voice smaller now. “So, if this is going to make you uncomfortable then you don’t have to be here. Just stop talking down on Y/N before even getting to know her.” 

Seungmin looked taken back. “I never said—“

“You may have not said it outright but you definitely implied it. And it’s okay. I get it.” Jeongin took a deep breath. “I should get back to Y/N. Felix’s probably talking her ear off.” 

As he walked away, he could make out Chan scolding Changbin and Seungmin quietly. He shook his head a little and stepped into the living room. But, as soon as he did, he was hit by a heavy feeling. 

Jeongin had no idea how to describe it. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling but something was definitely a little off. He looked over to where you and Felix were standing, both of you seemingly a little nervous. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, walking over to you two.

“Minho’s here,” you said. “And he’s not exactly happy.” 

“What? Why?” 

“He’s angry at us,” Felix said, voice weak. “The rest of us. For how we treated you.”

You shifted in your spot, an uneasy look on your face. Jeongin could tell you were looking off somewhere adjacent to him at the moment. 

“Is he saying anything else?” Jeongin asked. “It feels weird in here.” 

Your eyes widened slightly. “You can feel it?” 

“Kind of? It feels… heavy?”

“He has a really strong aura,” you said. “But even so, most people still wouldn’t be able to tell. Do you feel anything, Felix-sunbae?” 

Felix shook his head. “No,” he said. “Not at all.”

You scrunched your nose. “Don’t be a jackass,” you muttered. 

Felix and Jeongin shot you looks. 

“Sorry,” you said. “Not you. Minho. Has he always had a smart mouth?” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you do. I get that you’re pissed off but come on.” 

Jeongin stared at you for a moment flabbergasted. “I’m guessing that last part was for him and not us,” he said after a moment. “And yeah. Minho-hyung had always been a smartass.” 

“He said ‘good luck’.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Just ‘good luck’? What does that even mean?” 

“I’ll have to wait and see,” Jeongin said. “He’ll probably do something petty like turn on all the lights again or keep me up all night with his pacing.” 

You huffed out a small laugh. “He said it’ll be worse.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto his face. “It won’t be,” he said. “He’s a smartass, not a straight up ass.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

You, Felix, and Jeongin all looked over towards Chan. Hyunjin, Changbin and Seungmin all stood behind him. 

“Minho-hyung is angry at us,” Felix said. 

Hyunjin blinked a few times. “He’s already here?” he asked.

You nodded and pointed over by the entrance to the kitchen. “He’s right there,” you said. 

“You didn’t have to perform some type of, I don’t know, seance or something?” Seungmin asked. 

You tilted his head at him. “No? He goes wherever Jeongin-sunbae goes most of the time.” 

Jeongin look at you, surprised. “Wait, really?” 

“Yeah. He’s not attached to you or anything but it seems easier for him to stay close to you most of the time. Since you’re familiar.” 

“If he wants to ‘attach’ to me he can.” 

You smacked Jeongin’s arm. “Absolutely not,” you said. “Don’t offer something if you don’t know the implications of.” 

“How bad can it be?” Jeongin asked. 

“It’s awful so stop thinking about it.” 

Jeongin shrugged, plopping down on the love seat. He tugged you gently, coaxing you to sit in the spot beside him. 

“Why is he angry at us?” Changbin asked you. 

You winced. “He’s using some… choice words.” 

“Choice words,” Minho huffed. “Go ahead and tell them what I said. Those assholes deserve it.” 

You blinked at him. “Don’t call your friends assholes.” 

Minho crossed his arms, chains rattling. “They are and they know it. They abandoned him when they all should have stayed together.” 

“He called us assholes?” Chan asked. 

You blinked a few times, eyes tearing away from the disgruntled spirit on the other side of the room. “I said that out loud?” 

Chan nodded. “You did,” he said. “But honestly we deserve it. We were assholes.”

Jeongin just sighed and leaned into your shoulder a bit. “Tell Minho-hyung that all of that isn’t important right now.” 

You nudged him slightly. “He can hear you, dummy.” 

“I am so going to get that kid once we go back to his apartment,” Minho grumbled. 

“Don’t run his power bill up too high,” you giggled.

“Hyung!” Jeongin whined. “Stop fucking with my lights!”

“He’s been messing with your lights?” Felix asked.

“Yes,” Jeongin groaned. “And my water. Plus, he’s been hiding things too. I know you’re there now, why did you have to hide my AirPods?” 

“I didn’t hide them, dumbass,” Minho said. “They’re in the pocket of the shorts you wore yesterday.” 

“He said he didn’t hide them,” you said. “They’re in the pocket of those shorts from yesterday.” 

“Oh,” Jeongin said, slumping slightly. 

“You forgot to add the dumbass,” Minho said. 

You sighed. “And he called you a dumbass.” 

“Love you too, Hyung,” Jeongin said, rolling his eyes. 

Minho grinned. 

“Damn,” you said. “No ‘Love you too’?” 

“He would never,” Felix said. “He’s a tsundere.” 

Jeongin nodded in agreement. You hummed, shifting slightly from Jeongin to set down your tote bag. 

“We can start whenever you all are ready,” you said. 

“Ah!” Felix suddenly exclaimed. “The tea! The brownies!” 

You watched the blond haired man scurry into the kitchen.

“Brownies?” You asked. “As in the famous Felix Lee brownies?” 

Chan chuckled. “So you’ve heard of them?” 

“Lily said they were the best brownies she’s ever had.” 

“Oh trust me they are. I think these are new though. He mentioned something about turtles?” 

“You made turtle brownies?!” You squealed at Felix once he walked back into the living room with a massive tray.

“Yeah,” he said nodding. “I texted Lily last night and asked her if you had a favorite kind. She said you really like them.” 

You clapped your hands together excitedly, leaning towards the coffee table as he set the tray down. “I love them!” 

Felix smiled at you. “I made Hojicha too,” he said. “I thought it would pair best with the brownies since it’s not too sweet.” 

“That sounds great. Thank you, Sunbae.” 

He really is sweet like everyone says, you thought as you watched him pour tea for everyone. 

“He is,” Minho said. 

Your head shot up and you peered at him. “Why are you in my head?” you asked. 

Minho shrugged. “You’re the one thinking out loud, Sweetheart.” 

You glared. Don’t call me that, you grumbled to him. 

He smirked, leaning against the wall he was standing infront of.

“Minho-hyung is in your head?” Hyunjin asked utterly confused. “What does that mean?” 

“Ah,” you breathed. “It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s a part of the ‘psychic’ part of being a psychic medium.” You shifted slightly. “I can usually communicate with spirits telepathically. But sometimes my personal thoughts bleed out into that telepathy and I ‘think out loud’. At least to the spirits I do. It’s kind of like earlier. Sometimes I’ll accidentally speak out loud instead of telepathically.” 

“Can you read our thoughts?” Changbin asked. 

“Nah,” you said. “Only dead people’s don’t worry.”

Jeongin snorted in amusement.

“Though,” you said, “I can usually tell what people feel. I’m also an empath of sorts. Not as strongly as others but I can usually get a gage on what everyone feels.” 

Felix handed you a tea cup and a plate with a brownie on it. You accepted it with a quiet “thank you”. 

“So you can tell me what I feel right now?” Seungmin asked. 

“I think anyone with eyes can tell what you feel right now, Sunbae,” you said. “At least on the surface. It’s extremely obvious you don’t trust me or believe any of this.” 

“I don’t.” 

“Seungmin,” Chan warned. 

You shook your head with a soft smile. “It’s okay,” you said. You took a sip of your tea, humming in content at the taste before setting the cup on the side table on your right. “I’m used to it. I mean I claim I can see dead people. Of course you don’t believe me. Most people don’t at first.” Your eyes connected with Seungmin’s. “So what do you want me to do?” 

Seungmin’s eyes widened slightly. “What?” 

“What will make you believe?” you asked. 

“I…” he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed together in thought. 

“He’s stubborn,” Minho said. “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do to make him believe.” 

I’m used to stubborn people.

Minho hummed. He stood up straight from against the wall and walked over towards you, chains scrapping on the ground. 

Next to you Jeongin perked up. “I heard that,” he said. “The chains. Where is he going?” 

You stared at Jeongin. He has to be sensitive to the paranormal. He’s catching way too many things most people wouldn’t. 

“He’s right behind us now,” you said slowly, still staring at the man next to you. 

“Is that why it feels a little cold?” 

You nodded. “Yea-“ 

You yelped as your head was yanked back by a firm grip on your ponytail by something.

Or rather someone. 

You turned around in the love seat and glared up at Minho. “What are you ten?!” you hissed, reaching up to smooth down your hair. “What the hell was that for?!” 

Minho grinned, his cat like eyes glinting mischievously, and nodded towards the men sitting across from you. Slowly, you turned around and were met with nothing but shocked expressions. 

“They should believe you now,” Minho said. 

“You pulled my hair to prove a point?” you grumbled. 

“Holy shit,” Changbin breathed. He elbowed Seungmin. “You saw that right?” 

Seungmin stared at you owl-eyed. “Yeah.” He sat up a little straighter. “I need more proof though.”

“You just watched her head get yanked back and you need more proof?” Jeongin asked.

“That could be faked obviously.”

Jeongin let out an exasperated groaned.

“I told he’s stubborn,” Minho whispered, close to your ear. You felt a chill go down your spine at the sudden closeness. But, before you could get out even a single word, he started to walk away and over to his original spot.

“Where is he going now?” Jeongin asked. 

“You can actually tell when he’s there or when he’s moving?” Felix asked. 

Jeongin nodded. “I can hear the chains,” he said. “And it’s not cold anymore. It moved.” 

“Chains?” Hyunjin asked. 

But before you could answer, all seven of you were plunged into darkness. Immediately it was followed by the sound of the tap turning on in the kitchen. Several curses broke out amongst the men in the room and there was the sound of panicked shuffling.

“He’s really trying to prove a point, isn’t he?” Jeongin sighed. 

You hummed in agreement. 

The water came to a stop and then the lights turned back on after another moment of silence. Hyunjin and Changbin were now both standing up, terrified looks on their faces. 

“Why do you look so scared?” Jeongin asked, amusement clear as day in his voice. “It’s just Minho-hyung.” 

“How does that not freak you out?” Hyunjin asked. 

“Because it’s Hyung. Why would I be afraid of him?” 

Your eyes focused on Minho, who was gazing softly at Jeongin— a completely new look for the normally agitated spirit. You couldn’t help but smile at that.

You really are a tsundere, you teased. 

Minho shot you a look but there was no strength in it. “Shut up,” he grumbled. 

You giggled and finally took a bite of your brownie. 

Holy shit this is amazing!

“Felix-sunbae,” you said. “Please open up a bakery.” 

Felix looked over at you, still frazzled from what all just happened and nodded slowly. You giggled to yourself again. 

I think he’s still in shock. 

“I think they’re all in shock,” Minho said. “Changbin looks like he shit himself. He’s always been a scaredy cat. Chan is weirdly calm though. He’s usually even worse.” 

Nah. He’s scared shitless. I can feel it.

Minho let out a loud laugh before quickly collecting himself. “That’s great actually,” he said biting back another laugh. “He deserves it.” 

Damn. You that angry at them?

“Yes,” Minho said, his voice firmer now. “They just abandoned each other. They abandoned Jeongin. I’m fucking livid to be honest. If I could, I would punch every one of them. Okay… maybe not Yongbok but still.” 

Yeah, no. Let’s not do that.

“You think I could? I was able to pull your hair. Maybe I have enough energy to punch one or two of them.” 

You sighed, shaking your head at him. Maybe? But I’d rather not find out.

“You’re no fun, Y/N-ah,” Minho said with a teasing smirk. 

“Okay,” Chan said, breaking the silence that had fell amongst the others. “I think that’s enough proof as it is.” He blew out a breath. “Why don’t we officially start this meeting then, yeah?” 

Everyone chimed in with agreements. Hyunjin and Changbin both took their seats. Felix quickly finished handing out the tea and brownies before taking his.

“Two weeks,” Jeongin started but shook his head. “No three weeks ago now," he corrected himself, "I started experiencing weird things in my apartment. The lights and water would turn off and on. My keyboard even turned on once. Small things like a keychain would go missing and then I find them in places I know I didn’t have them. And the pacing. I heard it almost every night.” 

“But how did you know it was Hyung?” Seungmin asked. 

“Beomgyu suggested it. The keychain that went missing? It was the one Hyung got my from Kyoto.”

“The fox?” Felix asked. 

Jeongin nodded. “I found it in the old hoodie of his that I have,” he said. “Then there was one day where I heard humming in my kitchen. It sounded just like him. So when I told my friends that, Beomgyu was also the one that suggested me asking ‘Eris’ for help.” 

“At first I didn’t know Jeongin was associated with any of you,” you said. “Especially Minho or Jisung. So it was an insane coincidence that I happened to see Minho the same day he texted me.” 

“Jeongin mentioned you saw him,” Chan said. 

“It was only for a minute. But when I recognized him, I was really thrown off guard. I had been able to sense him or Jisung at all the previous year.” 

Jeongin twisted towards you, surprised. “What?” he asked. “What do you mean?” 

“I wasn’t in Korea when they went missing,” you said. “I got back a few days after the last search party. So, I went camping in the mountains for a week to try to find them.” 

“You tried to find them?” Hyunjin asked. 

You nodded. “Usually if I concentrate hard enough, I can pin point where people are. Dead or alive. It’s one of my abilities that goes both ways. So, I used flyers and concentrated on what they looked like. Usually I’d be able to track them? It really is hard to explain. It’s more like a feeling than anything else. I walked through every inch of those mountains but I didn’t find anything.” 

It was quiet for a few moments as everyone took in your words. 

Jeongin decided to break it. “Before I knew she was Eris she told me to try a knock method,” he said. “I asked Minho-hyung a bunch of yes or no questions. From what he told me, whatever took them? It wasn’t human. He also told me that he and Jisung-hung had made a contract with something— which Y/N had suspected when I told her about hearing chains dragging on the floor. Whatever they made a contract with wasn’t human either. And that Jisung-hyung is with it.” 

“Wait,” Changbin said. “Contract? What kind of contract?” 

You and Jeongin shared looks. 

“They’re in spiritual debt,” you said. “I haven’t told Jeongin this yet because it just happened the other day but Jisung came to me. He and Jisung made a contract with three things. Well, two things and one living person. They made a contract to be resurrected.” 

“And we were fucked over,” Minho grumbled from across the room. 

You shot him a sympathetic look. 

“Resurrected,” Jeongin repeated, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Is that even possible?” Felix asked.

“No,” you said. “But it’s one of the oldest tricks in the book. A demon or other entity swears it can help resurrect a spirit but in the end they get fooled a usually end up selling their soul instead.” 

“So they sold their souls?” Chan asked. 

“From what Jisung said, it was only supposed to be a quarter. Apparently this contract including some type of trial. First they were supposed to escape from Purgatory. And then they sold a quarter of their souls. But they were lied to. Instead half of their souls got taken.” 

“We didn’t realize it at first,” Minho said. “We signed the contract and it seemed to be okay. But then we had to escape Azrael. That didn’t go so well and we were sent to hell. It took us almost four months to escape. And when we got back, another quarter of our souls were taken.”

“Minho said that they hadn’t realized it at first,” you said. “That the contract seemed to be fine. But when they had to escape Azrael, they failed. They were sent to hell and when they escaped almost four months later, another quarter of their souls were taken.” 

“They had to escape the angel of death?” Felix asked. “And hell?” 

You nodded. 

“How?” the blonde rasped. “How is that even possible?” 

“It was mainly Jisung,” Minho said. “He made a map. It took us probably over a fifty or more tries to get out. But he was able to map everything out.” 

“Jisung was able to map everything out after over fifty tries,” you said. 

Makes a lot of sense. He must of carefully mapped out each level like I did. 

Minho stared at you, shock written across his face. “What?” He asked. 

Shit. He heard me again. 

You just shook your head. Nothing. What happened after that?

Minho squinted at you— obviously suspicious— but continued. “When we escaped we were chased down by hellhounds. Jisung sacrificed himself for me. I was stuck on that mountain while he was sent back to hell.” 

“After they escaped,” you said, “they were chased by hellhounds. Jisung sacrificed himself for Minho and was sent back to hell. Minho was stuck on the mountain.” 

“Stuck on the mountain?” Seungmin asked. 

“Jisung mentioned a binding spell.” You paused, listening carefully as Minho explained. “The living person they made a contract with used a spell to bind those them to the mountain,” you continued when he finished, “so they couldn’t wander anywhere else. But when Jisung manage to escape hell, the hellhounds, and Azrael all for a second time he was also able to break the binding spell that held them there. But when they left they were only able to enter Jeongin’s apartment for awhile.” 

“Why isn’t Jisung here?” Changbin asked. 

“When we managed to escape,” Minho said, “They came looking for us. We were worried they would go after Jeongin. They have this weird… infatuation with him. They talk about him all the time. Jisung went back to them three weeks ago. He stays there to try to deter them off from finding us. They’re afraid Azrael will come for them so, they don’t leave the mountain often and have a bunch of wards to keep him and the hellhounds away.” 

Your eyes widened and you slowly explained to the other six what Minho said. 

“Why me?” Jeongin asked. 

“We don’t know,” Minho said. “Jisung has been trying to find that out.” 

“Jisung’s trying to find out,” you said. And they have wards to keep angels away? Hellhounds sure. But, angels?

Minho shrugged. “I don’t know how they do it,” he said. “One of them is… different. Like completely different. It doesn’t feel dark like the other thing. But it doesn’t feel good either. It’s the one that set up the wards."

Could that be the elemental? Would they be able to ward off angels of all things? 

“So the two of you were in my apartment before three weeks ago?” Jeongin asked, facing directly where Minho was. 

He really can tell where he is.

“He said they were just staying there at first,” you said after Minho finished speaking. “It wasn’t until Jisung went back to the mountain that Minho started to present himself. He was trying to figure out a way to get your attention so you could help them.” 

“Didn’t you have a premonition about Jisung?” Felix asked. “Jeongin mentioned it but he didn’t say what it was about.”

“He’s going back to hell again,” you said grimly.

Minho stood up straight now. “What?” he asked.

“He was being chased down by hellhounds,” you said. “He was close to purgatory and he was trying to make it. But…”

“He doesn’t,” Hyunjin uttered.

You nodded. “I’m not sure when he’s being sent back. I just spoke to him two days ago so he might have not gone back yet.”

“He popped in yesterday,” Minho said. “While Jeongin was in class.”

“And Minho saw him yesterday.”

“Do you think we can help them before he gets sent back?” Jeongin asked. “I know you said it’s dangerous to break a spiritual debt but we have to try right?”

“It is,” you said. “Especially since we ha—“ You shook your head and corrected yourself. “Since I have no idea what I’ll be dealing with.”

“You?” Chan asked. “We won’t let you deal with it by yourself, you know?” 

“For the most part I will be,” you said, voice firm. “Again it's dangerous. Extremely dangerous. It’ll be safer if I go about this mostly myself. Honestly, I mainly just need you all as a connection.” 

“A connection?” Seungmin asked. 

“You were the last people with them before they went missing. Plus, from what it seems you were also the people closest to them. If people with strong connections are present, I might be able to actually not just break the contact but also help them move on.”

“How do you know how to do that?” Seungmin asked.

You took a sip of your tea. “I was practically bred to do it,” you said, a bitterly sarcastic edge to your voice.

“Bred?” Changbin asked.

“My family was very selective with partners for each heir. My mother was married off to a medium in hopes that their child would be one too. It worked to say the least.”

It worked a little too well.

“Jimin said you’re from a family of Shamans,” Jeongin said softly.

More like a cult.

“I am,” you said, “But a lot of my family are also full on mediums or empaths as well.” You let out a soft sigh. “Most of my childhood was spent in training. Cleansing. Banishing. Complete exorcisms. You name it, I could probably do it. So, though it is dangerous, I am confident I can help those two in some way. But, first we need to find their bodies.” Your eyes connected with Minho’s. “Do you know where they are?” 

“A cave,” Minho said. He seemed almost pained saying it. “A cave in the mountains. I… I don’t know which one though.” 

“A cave,” you repeated.

“Does he know which one?” Chan asked. 

“There’s dozens of caves on that mountain,” Changbin said.

“There’s a whole network of them,” Seungmin said.

“He said he doesn’t remember,” you said. “That’s not surprising though. It happens a lot with spirits. They don’t remember certain things about their life or about their death. And a lot of the time, the longer they’re earth bound the more they forget.” 

The guys all shared grim looks. 

“What about the one that’s alive?” Hyunjin asked. “The one they made a contract with?” 

“He lives at the shrine,” Minho said. “He’s not a monk but the caregiver.”

“The shrine,” you said. “He’s the caregiver of the shrine.” 

“That motherfucker?!” Changbin suddenly exclaimed, standing up. 

You tilted you head at him. “What?” 

“He was an asshole,” Felix grumbled. “He barely let us search anywhere on the property.” 

“The cops found him suspicious,” Chan said. “They got a search warrant and they said they turned the shrine pretty much upside down. They didn’t find anything though.” 

“Well,” you said, “I know the first place we’re going.” 

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[forest-hashira]

Day Off

hi everyone! this is my first request fic for @ficsforgaza, requested by the lovely @yutaleks! he asked for a day off with maki + flustering her a little. as i tend to do, i got carried away, so this is over 2k words instead of being a 500-700 word drabble, whoops. i hope you guys enjoy!

read on ao3 | wc: ~2.1k | cw: no pronouns used for reader but sort of implied fem!reader, fluff, maki & reader spend the day at the arcade

“Kugisaki, come on, Maki’s waiting for us!”

You’d been knocking on your classmate’s door for over five minutes, and that was after you’d spent ten minutes trying to get her to answer her phone. You’d both agreed to meet Maki at the entrance to campus, since it was the weekend and none of you had a mission to complete, but now your fellow first year was apparently ghosting you.

“Go away!” she shouted from within her dorm, not bothering to open the door. “I look awful! Itadori fucked up my hair, I can’t be seen in public like this!”

An exasperated groan escaped you, your head thumping against the door; there was no use arguing with her, and you knew it. It would be a miracle if anyone saw her out of her room for the next six business days. “Fushiguro and I told you not to let him near your hair with bleach.” Yuji meant well, he always did, but when the words “I’ve never done this, but how hard could it be?” had left his lips, Nobara should have thought twice.

Whatever. She was dealing with the consequences of her decision now.

“I’m going to meet Maki now,” you told her, already stepping back from the door. “I’ll see if I can find you a hat that goes with your uniform while we’re out.”

“Don’t you dare get me something ugly!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Already running late, you hurried out of the dorm building and down to the torii gates, where your senpai was waiting, phone in hand. You called out to her, waving as you jogged over to meet her.

She looked up at the sound of your voice, glancing behind you and arching a brow when she realized you were alone. “Where’s Kugisaki?” 

“Not coming,” you sighed. “She thought it would be a good idea to let Itadori help her touch up her roots last night.”

The expression she made in response was borderline comical, her nose crinkling up and her brows furrowing together as she frowned. “What made her think that?”

“No idea, Fushiguro and I both told her not to but she didn’t listen.” You shrugged slightly, stepping past Maki to make your way off campus. “I promised I’d buy her a hat while we’re out.” You made it down the first couple steps that lead off campus before you realized she wasn’t following you, and you paused.

“Aren’t you coming?” you asked, turning to face her.

“We’ve never gone anywhere without her,” she replied, glancing back in the direction of the dorms for a moment.

You arched a brow slightly. “What, you afraid I’ll bite without Kugisaki around to keep me in check?” 

Maki turned back to face you as you spoke, and when she saw your cheeky grin, she rolled her eyes. “If either of you needs to be kept in check it’s her.” Finally, she walked forward to join you, and you made your way down the stairs side by side. “Just feels weird leaving her behind, is all.” 

“A little bit, yeah,” you hummed in agreement. “But without her here, we don’t have to spend all day shopping. We can go somewhere else for once.”

“Like where?”

There was a brief silence as you took a moment to consider her question. Your first thought was the movies, but you were fairly certain that was where Yuji had dragged the others for the day, so you reconsidered. “The arcade?”

Maki looked as if she was going to argue, so you were quick to keep talking. 

“Come on, it’ll be a good time! I’m really good at the claw machines, I’ll win you something nice.” Your words were punctuated by you batting your lashes at your senpai. “Besides, I’m sure you’d smoke all those lame high scores on the dance games.”

The look she gave you was confused, though when you batted your lashes at her, she quickly looked away, picking up her pace a little, getting a few steps ahead of you before you fully noticed. “Fine,” she agreed. “We’ll go to the arcade, but only if you can keep up with me the whole way there.” 

She paused when she reached the bottom of the stairs, glancing at you with a smirk tugging at her lips. “Ready?” she asked, but before you were able to give a response, she took off in the direction of the arcade – not at her top speed, but certainly faster than you could maintain over that much distance.

“That’s cheating!” you shouted after her, smiling despite your irritation as you raced after her, eager to catch up with her. 

You did manage to catch up with her eventually, but only because she had reached the arcade first and was waiting for you.

“Your speed could use a little work, y’know,” she teased, smirking down at you as you braced your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

“Screw you, Maki,” you groused, lifting your head enough to glare at her, though the effect was lost because of your breathless state. “Sorry we’re not all gifted like you are.”

She laughed at your words, giving a slight shrug. “Guess you’re right,” she agreed, then tilted her head towards the doors of the arcade. “Shall we?”

Having finally caught your breath, you stood upright again and nodded, walking into the building with your schoolmate. You looked around for a moment, trying to spot the claw machines. After a moment, you noticed them along the back wall. “C’mon!” you said, beaming at Maki as you grabbed her hand and pulled her after you.

“Wha— where are we going?” she asked, stumbling for a step as she went with you.

“I’m showing you my claw machine skills!” Your bright smile had yet to fade, and you stopped once you reached the wall of claw machines. “Pick one.”

“Huh?”

“Pick a machine,” you repeated. “And then pick a prize. I’m gonna win it for you.”

Maki looked skeptical, but when your earnest expression didn’t change, she finally turned to look at the array of claw machines. Most of them held various kinds of plushies, one looked like it held some gaming consoles, or something, but one, tucked away in the corner, seemed to be full of rhinestone bedazzled accessories, including a denim newsboy-style cap. “You said you were gonna get Kugisaki a hat, right?”

Following her gaze, you also saw the hat in the claw machine, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, yes! She’s gonna hate it, I have to get it for her.” You hurried over to the machine, wanting to make sure you would be the one to claim the prize you were after. You examined the placement of the cap in the machine for a few moments, leaning around the sides of the machine as much as you could to get a good look. Once you were satisfied, you fished the coins out of your bag, sliding them into the slot.

A grin broke out across your face as it beeped to life, but once you had control of the claw, your focus sharpened, zeroing in on the cap. Maki was a little shocked to see the focus that came over you, and she watched in amazement as you carefully maneuvered the claw over the cap, picked it up, and deposited it in the prize basket on your first try.

“Damn,” she said, grinning when she saw the cap in your hands. “Maybe you do have some claw machine skills.” 

“I have mad claw machine skills, thank you very much,” you corrected. “I’ll prove it to you again later by winning you a prize, but right now I believe you promised me a round on the dance games.” You tucked the hat into your bag as you spoke, not wanting to lose track of it.

“I made no such promise, and you know it,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hmm, do I?” you asked, feigning innocence as you tapped your chin, as if in thought. “I definitely remember you promising me a dance off, so let’s go!” 

Once again, you grabbed her hand to drag her across the arcade to the dance games, and once again, you missed the way her eyes widened and the tips of her eyes went a faint shade of pink. 

The Dance Dance Revolution machines – two of them, side by side and both unoccupied at the moment – weren’t far from the claw machines, and you grinned when you reached them. “Alright,” you said, shooting Maki a grin, a glint in your eye. “Time to see how your skills translate to this.” 

Releasing her hand, you stepped up onto one of the platforms, scrolling through songs for a moment as your upperclassman stared at you like you had spontaneously grown a second head. You turned over your shoulder when you realized she wasn’t on the other machine yet. “C’mon, Maki, please? Just one song, then you can go back to being boring.” When she still seemed reluctant, you batted your lashes at her. “You’ll probably kick my ass. Don’t you want bragging rights?”

Though your words were partially meant as a joke, they seemed to do the trick. Maki rolled her eyes at you, but she had a hint of a smile on her lips, and the tips of her ears still burned a light pink. “Okay, fine. One song. And I’m definitely going to wipe the floor with you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her words, throwing your head back for a moment before returning to the task of finding a song. Eventually you picked one of the songs ranked “medium” in difficulty, and once you were both ready, you clicked start.

At first, it looked like Maki might have to eat her words about wiping the floor with you, having a rather unceremonious start and missing the first several steps almost entirely while you got most of them on beat. She was quick to recover though, getting a feel for both the game and the song, landing every step perfectly on beat, not missing a single one for the rest of the song, and she didn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat.

She was annihilating you, and you barely managed to keep from watching her instead of trying to keep up. In the end, she was right: she did wipe the floor with you, her score almost twice what yours was. 

“That was fun,” she said, turning to you with a grin of her own. “Wanna go again? I wanna try one of the harder songs.”

You felt like your eyes were going to bug out of your head. “I think I’ll pull a muscle if I try to keep up with a harder song. But I’d love to see you smash it.” As you spoke, you stepped off the platform for your machine, not wanting to hog it if someone else wanted to play.

“Embarrassed?” she teased, narrowing her eyes playfully at you. “I gave you a warning, you can’t be mad at me.”

“Not embarrassed,” you corrected. “Practical. Because as much as I would love to be your damsel in distress, I doubt you want to carry me back to campus, and it would be embarrassing as hell to explain to Shoko that I hurt myself playing a video game.”

It was Maki’s turn to laugh then, her ponytail swishing as she shook her head at you. “Fine, fine,” she conceded. “Pick a song for me, whatever difficulty you wanna throw at me.” She shot you a wink, and you quickly looked towards the game screen to hide your burning cheeks.

After a few moments of clicking through to the higher difficulty songs, you eventually picked the hardest one, just to see if Maki would be able to keep up. As the countdown for the song began, you stepped back, eager to watch how everything was going to unfold. Like before, it took a moment for her to get into the rhythm of the song, but unlike the first song, it only took her about three seconds to get into it.

Watching her move was fascinating. Sure, you’d seen her fight gracefully in training and on missions, but this was different; this was fun, and it came across in the way her body moved to the beat. You couldn’t help but cheer in excitement as she got a particularly quick, tricky set of steps all in a row, your cheeks beginning to ache from how wide you were grinning as you watched her. 

Soon enough, the song was over, and Maki had unsurprisingly claimed the top score for it. She turned back to you with a smirk, her expression brightening slightly when she saw your lingering excitement. “I think I want you to win me something from the claw machine for winning that.”

“Anything you want.”

this was my first time writing for maki, so i hope she doesn't seem too ooc. either way i had a lot of fun, thank you so much for requesting this aleks! i hope this fulfills your expectations 💜

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[dovewingkinnie]

would it be strange if I wrote notes back to him (notes guy) in a silly secret admirer way. we are exchanging notes except I’m just putting them anywhere in hopes of him seeing it

i don’t think he’d get the chance to see them if you did leave notes ..

BUT if he did see them he’d probably go: “PWAHAHAHAHA the shadow workers are behind this aren’t they? they’re either tricking me or one of them accidentally fell for me!!! i wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case!”

[sleepysnk]

hi dear! may i request some headcanons for chifuyu? can be either romantic or general headcanons :>

a/n: hi cotton! thank you for requesting some stuff for Chifuyu! 🫶🏻 i decided to do romance headcanons because he deserves them :). thank you again and i hope you enjoy!

characters: chifuyu matsuno

warnings: fluff, mentions of food, cuddling, very very fluffy content, some suggestive content (very little tho!!), use of pet names (baby, babe, my love), some clingy behaviors.

ROMANCE HEADCANONS.

chifuyu matsuno:

- i think he’s a very romantic person. chifuyu is a very loyal to those he cares about, and if you’re his s/o, i think that’d be no different.

- chifuyu would be so into those corny things in a relationship. he’d love going on dates, taking you out to try new restaurants, bringing you flowers, etc! he���d be a classic boyfriend. those things are really special to him, but if they aren’t your thing, that’s completely okay! sometimes a good date doesn’t mean you have to go all out. even sitting at home with takeout is enough for him to have fun.

- oh my god, he LOVES to kiss.

- i think one of his favorite things is to smooch your cheek or just simply kiss you anywhere he can. whether that be your forehead, your hand, or anywhere he can access (hehe wink). his lips are so soft too, so expect some warm and fluffy kisses whenever he comes by you. it’s super adorable and random, so expect kisses often!

- he’s a very reassuring man. if you have issues with overthinking or anxiety, he can easily fix it with some simple words. he has such a sweet tone and it relaxes you whenever you’re going bat shit.

- “hey, hey, don’t worry at all, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”

- i like to think of chifuyu as the kind of guy who likes to get you to try new things. he’s such an open minded guy in my opinion, and i just know he likes to experience something new every once in a while. he probably gets you to try new foods or maybe cook a new meal. even if you don’t like it, you still have that experience. he also likes experiencing these kinds of things with you! he always has the most fun whenever it’s both of you doing something rather than just him on his own.

- he loves to show you off. chifuyu is honestly one of your biggest supporters. if you feel insecure, he will make it go away. he likes to watch you try on new clothes or put on a dress that shows off your figure. HE IS SUCH A HYPE MAN!!!

- “you just took my breath away, baby! my god, babe.. i might die from how sexy you look.”

- i firmly believe his love language is physical touch and quality time. he enjoys nothing more than your warm skin against his. it makes this man melt. his favorite thing is to cuddle with you after having a long day, or even after going out on a date.

- chifuyu is somewhat of a clingy boyfriend. he’s not someone who has to be around you 24/7 to breathe, but he always wants to be near you whenever he has the chance. he loves your attention 😭! if you give this man any sort of affection or love, he will instantly be yours within the snap of a finger. he also doesn’t mind clinginess either. if you’re the clingy type, he wouldn’t care at all! he honestly prefers it that way and he could never get tired of you!

- for sure would take a nice steaming shower with you, or possibly even a bath. he’d help you wash your hair or wash your body from a long day. he also looks really nice under the water ;).

- i mentioned stuff about loyalty, and i believe this guy would never ever do anything to betray you or hurt you. he’d probably walk through fire just to see your smile every day, so expect him to always be one hundred percent with you. he’s a ride or die! when he says he loves you, he will always mean it. he can always prove it at the end of the day with such simple gestures.

- atp, just give him a baby.

[masterqwertster]

Two prompts from the hurt/confort list that caught my attention was

Wizard - Illusion for Orym maybe

Wizard -Graviturgy for Ashton would also be interesting

Ended up mixing the two together a bit. I think it came out pretty good.  Illusion Wizard: Convincing them that someone or something they find soothing is there when it, in fact, is not. Graviturgy Wizard: Picking them up, even if they are much heavier than their caretaker could normally lift.

“Okay, big guy, up and at ‘em,” Orym tiredly pleads, tugging pretty ineffectually at Ashton’s arm. 

Normally, he could lift their arm, but since Ashton is in their titanous form, it’s too much for Orym. Their bicep is bigger than Orym’s torso when they’re like this. Still, he needs to get the barbarian up and going. After all, Orym doesn’t know where the others are. All he knows is that the explosion blasted everyone away, he doesn’t recognize anything about where they landed in the dim light Ashton’s arm and head throw off, and that Ashton is the only other person around them he can sense. Oh, and they’re not going anywhere if Ashton isn’t moving under their own power. They’re just too heavy for Orym to move and Nana’s gifts aren’t any help in that department either.

Thankfully, Ashton awakens with a moan, the sound rattling the pebbles and small stones around them, as he slowly pushes up from where he’d fallen, Orym taking a step back to give him space.

“Orym?” Ashton slurs. “Wh’re’s Letters? M’ head hurts.”

Orym stiffens. Watches with wide eyes as they sort of slump back down, resting their head on folded arms. Painfully observes the hazy gaze, and the swelling lump on their temple unnervingly close to the glass.

As much as Orym hopes it’s not so, he’s got a feeling the genasi is concussed and missing some key memories from recent times.

“Wazza matter? Danger?” Ashton asks, finally catching on to Orym’s apprehension and putting effort into actually getting up instead of stopping at getting their face out of the dirt.

“No, no no no,” Orym tries to sooth, hands pressing into Ashton’s molten shoulder. “No danger.” Yet. “Just– you’ve got a pretty good lump going on your forehead. I’m worried about that. So– so don’t go to sleep on me, okay?”

“M’kay,” Ashton huffs in agreement, reaching a sitting position of slumping against his raised legs, fingers idly fiddling with the stretched hem of his pants. 

“An’ Letters?” they plaintively ask after a moment.

“We all got separated, Ash, so it’s just you and me right now,” Orym evasively answers.

It’s not that Orym thinks Ashton can’t handle knowing Fresh Cut Grass is dead. He’s been doing that since it happened (they all have). But, if Ashton doesn’t remember that heartache in this moment, Orym sees no reason to return that burden to him while he’s already so hurt. Especially when there’s not anything any of them can do about it.

What Orym can do right now is give Ashton some field tests to try and determine how bad their probably-a-concussion is. The demi-titan is grumbly about it, but it’s also obviously something they’ve been through before on more than one occasion, so they go along with it well enough. Orym gets about the results he expected.

After that, with more than a little scolding from Orym that Ashton should not flop onto his back (the barbarian’s normal sleeping position) to rest a little more comfortably, the halfling ends up doing his best at playing crutch to get Ashton seated leaning back against a nearby piece of rubble large enough to support him like that. Honestly, Orym knows he didn’t provide a ton of support in steadying Ashton’s tottering stumble over, considering the top of his head is barely above Ashton’s knee when they’re transformed. But he was able to offer some measure of counterweight and support practically hanging off their hand and opposite of their hammer.

Gods, Orym feels so fucking small tucked in against Ashton’s side. His form easily hidden by the titanous bulk of their arm loosely curled around him, never mind the thickness of their torso. If it wasn’t so damn dark, Orym would be tempted to complain about Ashton ruining his sightlines. Well, sightlines on their surroundings. Sitting where he is gives Orym a decent view of Ashton’s face and has his ear pressed to their side at just about the perfect height to listen to and feel their breathing, making sure it doesn’t slow into a potentially fatal slumber.

It also means that when Ashton starts trembling and his breaths go shaky after some murky, indeterminate time, Orym is keenly aware of it.

“Ashton?” he gently asks, gripping a small patch of a very large thigh.

“‘Membered. Grass is gone,” Ashton wetly explains, the arm not around Orym coming up to rub at his face.

“Sorry. I should have told you when you asked about them, but…” Orym trails off, not sure if Ashton even wants that explanation.

“‘S okay. You were tryin’ ta be nice,” they slur, tongue still thick with the concussion, or maybe the tears they’re quietly crying, as they give Orym a brief, almost painfully tight squeeze.

“Uh, the others ‘re still…?”

“Just FCG is gone,” Orym sadly confirms.

“‘Kay. Good. Well, not good, but–” Ashton stumbles over his words.

“I get it,” Orym assures, giving their thigh a good squeeze.

“Mmm.”

And they sit and wait for the others.