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strwbivy · 3 months ago

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Im soooo obsessed with your writing, i just wanna let you know that you're my fave writer even if your fictions go short sometimes :'D.

If any chance you write for Kenma or Hinata OR Tsukishima, i would like to request something for one of them (or if you want all) with their date preference with reader who's in a romantic relationship with them? Like reader and character is new on their relationship and this is their 1st date? How would the character react? Or how they would initiate the date?

I hope it fits your criteria! I really love your fics so much!

LOVERS' FIRST DATE .ᐟ

synopsis. being in a newly established relationship with him calls for a first date with him nothing could go wrong, right?

wc. 1.6k words | genre. fluffy | cw/tags. running around, amusement park date, hyper hinata, carousel, rollercoasters, fireworks

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you've got mail ✉ ! hi anonn, omg ilysm i apologies that my fics are so shortt but i swear i'm trying to improve on making my fics more long!! also i was supposed to make all chars but i got too lazy and i wouldn't be able to finish it immediately anyways.

♡ HINATA SHŌYŌ because of hinata's monster energy and scarily long stamina, which means that he would be the type of guy who loves going to active dates, something that requires doing physical activities in a fun way.

he's the type of guy who would take you on places/dates like amusement parks, indoor trampoline parks, bike rides, or just regular old volleyball. even if you make mistakes receiving the ball, he doesn't mind it at all, as long he gets to play his favorite sport he's contented.

but everyone knows that no one can keep up with his rampant energy.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

shoyo grabs your wrist and pulls you to the large entrance of the amusement park as he ran at the speed of light, making you almost trample over your own foot.

now, finally reaching the entrance, you let out short puffs and pants while the hand that hinata didn't hold was on your knee. while you were breathing heavily, you heard a loud excited shriek coming from the orange-haired boy.

"ahhh!! yes, we're finally here!!" he exclaims loudly, while his eyes sparkled brightly with excitement.

"y-yea.. " you spoke, tired still in your voice. hinata then turns to you with an eager expression that turned into a more concerned one after seeing you panting state.

"[name] are you okay??" hinata questions as he helps you get up by pulling your wrist.

after helping you get back on your feet, you spoke. "yea, i just kinda got worn out cause you ran so dang fast.."

your comment made shoyo rub the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly while doing so. "oh haha.. sorry, i get carried away sometimes, especially when i'm excited!" You chortled at him and said to him that it was all fine as you fixed your clothes as you got up.

"well, i think i'm ready now!" you announced, having a cheery smile displayed across your face. and once your words reached his ears, he excitedly pulled you. he was about to start sprinting, but his feet halted after getting reminded about what happened earlier, he lets out an awkward giggle, and he then walked with you further at the entrance of the amusement park.

and so, once you and hinata went inside the main part of the park, you both were ecstatic when you heard the sounds of rollercoasters scraping and moving along its tracks, and the loud screams of joy that came from it.

you both then immediately start going on rides. first, you both got on a rollercoaster, nothin' special, just a warmup. afterward, hinata pointed at a ship that was swaying side to side, each sway getting higher and higher as it went.

it's intimidating, you know that, but hinata reassured he'll hold you tightly, and you and him will sit at the middle seats. with his affirmation, you not so bravely marched up to the ride with him.

god, were you not ever more scared than you thought you would be. you were screaming your lungs out every time you felt your stomach disappeared when the ship would descend from it's highest point, while hinata was screaming just as loud as you but, it wasn't because that he was scared, it was because he was actually having fun without fear!

you chanted out prayers as the ride continued on for a few minutes, and when the ride did end, you were left in a shriveled state. your legs wobbled when you took a step out of the ship, and your boyfriend was panting in a joyous manner.

you whip your head towards the ominous ride, and your eyes glared at it as if it was a real person that you had hatred on. "i will never ride you again, you piece of ship." (yes ik it's a damn pun) you angrily mumbled to yourself, swearing that you will never, and never! come back to that ride again.

hinata never didn't noticed your annoyed expression to the already ridden ship. instead, he was deciding which rides he'd want to go to next.

glaring at the ship, you were unexpectedly pulled by your wrist once again, and of course, it was hinata, and of course, you were running at an insane speed. you tried to keep your still-wobbling legs with his pace while you got a gist of what will be happening for the next hours.

and you were damn right. hinata had pulled you up to all kinds of rides that made you exhausted every time you got off of them, but the cycle repeats, and he pulls you up to another one.

the cycle repeats until the sun is just a few away from reaching the horizon.

you tiredly walked up to a bench and plopped on it as if it was your own bed while hinata went off to buy some drinks. heavy pants fell from your mouth, the rides you went on have your energy drained. you swore that it was still morning when you and him came here and now it's almost dusk??! you sighed at the thought that time would easily slip by by just riding a few attractions.

while you were resting on the bench, hinata came back with yours and his drinks in his hand. as he went up to you, he immediately noticed your tired demeanor. he stretched out his arm to you and gave you the drink. you took it and almost drank it empty to how thirsty you were.

hinata looked at you as he drank his, gulping with worry and guilt as he swallowed down the liquid.

"s-shoyo.. are we done yet?" you asked, hoping that he would say yes. surprisingly, but expectedly, he says the opposite of what you hoped for.

"nope!" he replies as he gulps the last drop of his drink before facing you. "we have one moree thing to go on, but i swear it won't be like the other ones! so pleaseee let's go onn it??" he pleads to you, making you a bit shocked cause you never mentioned that you were tired or whatsoever.

but of course, who wouldn't say no when the hinata puts up his pleading eyes that will always manage to convince you? you let out a heavy sigh as you threw your empty can to a nearby trash bin.

"fine i guess, but i'd better now be like the other ones." you stated, to which he happily nodded and pulled your wrist, but now in a more gentle manner in contrast than .

a few minutes of walking later, you and him stopped at a ferris wheel. hinata turns to you with an excited look on his face, and you face him with a delighted expression.

you both then line up for the ride, which surprisingly to for only a short while to get through. hinata helps you get in the cart, and he lets out a giggle as he enters it.

the ride then starts to move at a slow pace. your cart started at the bottom, and you both rambled about random topics as your cart starts to reach its peak.

"yea and it was so crazy! also, when it was break time, i saw kageyama buying usual milk, and as he was drinking it, he suddenly coughed, and milk was spitted out everywhere!" he says, his arms animatedly describing every verb mentioned in his sentence.

you cackled at hinata's random storytelling, and he laughs too. his laughter then slowly falters into a smile.

"i know that today was a doozy, so uh, sorry for dragging you around." he scratches the back of his neck as he nervously laughs. you shook your head in reply, indicating it was fine.

"no-no it's okay! you know damn well i'm used to it by now." you say, having a gentle smile on your lips.

and just as hinata was about to speak, a sudden loud pop was heard from outside your cart. sprinkles of colorful light displayed on the dark colored sky, and more sparkles and bursts of light followed. hinata gasps, and you do too. it's almost seems like everything was intentional, that your cart was just at the peak height of the ferris wheel and the fireworks were lit at the right moment.

anyways, you both were shocked at the unexpected events, and you both turned to each others faces after pushing it through the carts' window.

"woah, the fireworks look really pretty!" you exclaimed, gawking at the sight of explosive colorful lights that were being lit up one by one in the air.

hinata nodded at your comment before a smug expression crept up to his face, he slowly turns his head to you and coughs up to get your attention, and as soon as he gets your attention he smugly looks at you and opens his mouth.

"sure these fireworks may seem pretty but, they aren't as beautiful as you~" hinata says in an odd almost poetic tone, he then awaits for your reaction, expecting there would be one but, he only met is your silence and the muffled popping sounds of fireworks.

you looked at him dumbfounded for a few minutes, trying to process what he said. and when you eventually managed to process it, you laughed at him! it sounded very much cringe and cliché at the same time.

you surely felt bad when you just suddenly laughed at him, but you couldn't help it at all! hinata then immediately retorts about you laughing at him, but you just continue to laugh, making him feel embarrassed.

the fireworks fizzled and popped into the background, as you and him shared a wonderful time talking and laughing on and on inside the cart.

sure the date didn't go so well, in your part at least, but at the end of the day, you without doubt had a great time with your very-oh-so-hyper-of-a-boyfriend.

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little-forest-goblin · 3 months ago

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Here’s a little something for y’all i have no title for it so enjoy! its short and im trying my hand at writing so please dont make fun of me!

The wind swayed the grass and tree’s softly in this supposedly idealistic world. The grass and tree’s where that perfect green that looked straight from a picture or a movie. The sun shined down and the sky was blue. People were on a run or walking there dogs or simply sitting on benches enjoying life. Not to far off sat a tree with branched that sat in every which way direction and under that tree at the base of them where 8 beautiful orange marigolds that seemed to sparkle as the wind gently brushed against them making them sway and shake. In this moment of peace a pair of feet clad in converse shoe’s came up to the flowers standing a few inches away as to not step on or ruin them. These shoe’s belonged to god. The same god Klaus would always end up meeting in death. the one riding her bike. She smiled softly looking at the flowers. After a beat of silence she finally broke the silence. “You guys never did have a great ending huh?” She tsk’d and sighed. “I never meant for your lives to end this way. Your previous one was definitely not supposed to end that way. Reginald did you guys so dirty.” she chuckled looking up at the tree the marigolds sat under taking in the bittersweet serenity of the moment and back to the marigolds. “You guys definitely did a lot of unexpected things, huh? Five and Lila was not expected thats for sure. interesting, yes. Gross and unnecessary for my poor holy eyes? that also.” she chuckled and kneeled down fixing her dress to accommodate her position. “Now when i do this i better see you guys make something out of your selves. live something better then what you did last time and dont make any dumb mistakes.” she dug in the dirt taking the marigolds out by the roots as to not damage them or hurt them. once all 8 of them where in her hands she smiled. “ You may be wondering why im doing this? well im not heartless i see injustice when i see one and quite frankly…” she turned to a clearing, careful as to not damage the marigolds and there petals and stems and roots. “I don’t like how this story ends.” With that she blew on the marigolds making there petals fly off and catch into the wind carrying them off leaving there stems and roots behind as they flew away. It was like the petals had a mind of their own which they technically did. They flew down all the way to the city. the breeze carrying them passing by people until they landed on 8 different woman there petals disappearing seeping into the skin of their stomachs.

-9 Months later-

Efa is in the hospital bed holding her baby as the doctors call in her husband Micheal from the waiting room. Efa smiles at her bundle of joy that is against her chest hearing her heartbeat. her finger is in its tiny fist as its forest green eyes is lazy and droopy with sleep. Finally Michael is ushered in by doctors who give them a moment alone. Micheal comes in and kisses Efa’s forehead “Hi honey how are you feeling?” micheal said calmly with a hint of concern after all his wife did just go through a painful procedure. Efa smiled at her husband. “Im alright right now, love. Just sore and really tired.” she looked to her bundle of joy in her arms. she adjusted the baby so micheal could see him better. “He has your eyes micheal.” she smiled softly. Micheal smiled with a soft adoring smile for his wife and child “Have we decided on a name yet, darling?” Efa look’s to her son in her arms. “Yes…Yes i think i have.” it was silent for a moment until micheal chuckled softly “Well dont keep me in the dark forever, my love, what is it?” Efa looked to micheal with a soft smile “Max.” she looked to the baby “Max Farris.”

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Woo okay so that was a lot. I hope you liked it. I tried my hand at writing and i personally think it came out pretty great. Also the name Efa is five’s actual birth mother i looked it up and i couldn’t find a last name so i picked the actor who portrayed her’s last name. I hope that sits well with y’all. Love you guys bye! ❤️

#the umbrella academy #tua s4 #tua s4 spoilers #tua season 4 #five hargreeves #tua spoilers #tua #tua4 #umbrella acedmy #tua season 4 spoilers

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birdlibrary · 7 months ago

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brought my dog on a bike ride in the city which we've never done before and she did so good im soo proud of her she took to it like a Bird to wind >;)

raining i gathered all these plant starts into a soggy cardboard and my hope + dream is they will be my friends holding me close to the ground here as i feel still ungrounded and precariously perched in living space or ideas of a particular home Spot --esp as my actual house molds crumbles and sags into a perhaps oblivion while i continue to shirk the responsibility of figuring out how to fix it and Live Some where

#haha come hangout w meeee

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dwsavideos · 2 years ago

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have u seen the sing street movie? i loved it and i was reluctant about the musical bc there’s some stuff about the movie that i love that ik wouldn’t translate to stage so im wondering how they compare👀

Just to warn you, I’m answering this in a very long and specific way because I can talk about Sing Street forever (could probably write a thesis on it tbh) so I hope you don’t mind the long answer. It’s a really great question! I have seen the Sing Street movie several times and I love it. Also having seen the stage version in Boston, I can confidently say that though most of the movie translates to the stage version, they are pretty different in a lot of ways, and not just the staging. Here’s my observations:

When you say “stuff about the movie that you love but know wouldn’t translate to the stage” I don’t know if you mean that in a staging way or if you mean specific characteristics or scenes. (I think I know what you’re talking about but that’s a spoiler lol) BUT without spoiling any of the major plot, I can say that in the movie, there’s characters swimming, characters on boats, characters driving/sitting in a car, riding bikes, a motorcycle at one point and none of that is in the stage version obviously because those are very hard things to stage in any musical or play.

That being said, the stage version deviates from the movie at times but the whole storyline and main character arcs are the same. The only thing that’s a bit different is a few scenes, some of the band characters, and songs that are new like Dream For You, Faith of Our Fathers, Up Reprise, and a few 80s songs that aren’t in the movie. The biggest difference (that’s not a spoiler) is that there is no school dance at the end. With a cast of 15 people, 4 of those people being the adult characters, a school dance scene would’ve been tricky to try to stage.

Also I have to say the musical touches on a lot of darker themes while the movie definitely has it’s sad moments, but is overall lighthearted. The stage version is very funny but gets heavy, and that content is treated and performed with lots of respect. Also there was a trigger warning insert in the playbill and on the website when you buy tickets. Adding those heavy scenarios can be hit or miss depending on how the characters cope or how it relates to the plot. (i.e: Do the scenarios help develop character/drive the story forward/give the audience context?) Adding those heavy themes just for the hell of it is bad writing and an unhealthy habit for writers to have. But these themes definitely relate to the plot and characters and drive the story forward along with helping character development. (Some of these themes were hinted at in the movie but never shown/barely mentioned).

The ending of the movie is something that the creator (John Carney) wished he could change, and I think he made the perfect tweaks to it in the stage version. If you’ve watched the movie, you know that the ending has no closure at all. The musical fixes that and it’s a bit more satisfying as an audience member to have closure at the end, especially when the show has as many depressing moments as this one.

Overall, there’s definitely no drastic deviations from the movie, but the stage version is definitely not a carbon copy of the film. For lack of better wording, I’d say the stage version is just more “theatrical.” It’s beautiful just like the movie and I’d recommend it to anyone as soon as it’s staged again, whether it be in Boston, on Broadway, Tour, or West End. I don’t blame you for your reluctance though, there’s always a bit of fear when a favorite movie gets a stage adaptation.

EDIT: I know Sing Street (musical) isn’t being staged anywhere atm but if you’re reading this and wanna learn more about it, listen to the OBCR, watch videos of the precious and talented OBC on YouTube, read reviews from NYTW, join the fandom and get to know the show because it’s amazing and deserves all the love!!

#thanks for the ask!#sing street

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conspiracyravens · 5 months ago

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Thinking about all the people in my life that are lost but not gone.

The friend who i meant in elementary school who lives just down the road yet we hardly speak more than empty words to each other anymore if we speak at all

The kid who lived next to me on the road where i learned to ride a bike

The friend who i played minecraft with till the early hours of the morning while eating gummy worms and who had a dogs that ate shoes and would drag you down the street on walks

The ex if you can even call someone an ex if you never dated who i have now been apart from longer than we even knew each other and who my family still asks after from time to time because i never really gave them the full story and who's music i still listen to and smile or cry depending on the day

The boy who i have known for almost 9 years now who im pretty sure doesn't recognize me since i cut my hair

The friend who is so close and yet so so far, who i still see things and think of dumb character ideas and almost almost pick up the phone to message and then remember that i burnt that bridge and am to scared to try to fix it

My first cat who was the most cat like cat i ever knew

The person who is so god dam out of my league and makes me painfully awkward and boring in comparison yet who was always kind to me and made time for me and who was so beautiful confident in them self that it gives me hope that maybe one day it could be a fraction of that confidence

The guy who gave the best book recommendations and who always had the best conversations and who said to salt pasta water like the sea

All the multitudes of me throughout the years all with hopes and dreams and worries of their own each one of them so so real in the moment and then a wisp of a hint of a memory the next

#rambles #yup its that time of night again #so yeah if you see anything that you think is about you no you dont #you know who you are #its all true tho #god i need to stop rambling on the internet and talk to people or just go to bed #listen to next year by two door cinema club #its got the vibes it think

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natsbaby · 3 years ago

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Drive Thru

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: just some dorks being very dorky for each other before going to work

Warnings: none!

A/N: ive been having a hard time trying to write all the way through like omg i have so many drafts im not even joking so i hope writing shorter ones would help me get out of my slump 🥲 hope you guys like this one!!

“Nat? Babe wake up we have to go” you say softly as you gently wake up your girlfriend who groans in response, then proceeds to nuzzle her face into her pillow that would shield her from the world. You sigh as you glance at the clock, rolling your eyes at your stubborn girlfriend.

“5 more minutes then we can go” she mumbles as she adjusts her position that would indicate her further comfort and possibly fall back to sleep till god knows when. You groan as you give up trying to be nice.

“Natasha Romanoff if you don’t get up in the next 3 seconds, you’re gonna get it” you warn your girlfriend who doesn’t budge at all. You take off the blazer you’re wearing, draping it on the dresser besides your shared bed.

“1…” you start as Nat starts to drift back to sleep.

“2….” You wait for a moment, smirking slightly as Nat yawns. “Welp, I warned you”

“3!” Before Nat could react, you jump up and land on top of Nat who lets out a loud oof and groan as you attack her with kisses.

“WakeupWakeupWakeupWakeupWakeup!” You chant as you plant kisses all over her face who grunts in response as she wraps her arms around your waist.

“Okay i yield, i’m awake i’m awake” Nat groggily says in defeat as you grin at her, gently placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Good morning Natty”

“Good morning beautiful” she mumbles sleepily as she pulls your head down to kiss her properly. You smile into the kiss as you kiss her back, melting into her arms before snapping out of it and pulling back with a scowl on your face.

“Stop distracting me and come on, you’ll be late” Nat chuckles at your playful scowl as she gently pecks your lips, tapping your thigh so you could get up. “Okay let’s go”

You get up happily as you smile in triumph at the sluggish ex assassin, fixing yourself as she gets ready.

Nat’s supposed to have an early meeting this morning and asked you the night before to wake her up since you normally wake up early everyday for work, unlike Nat who can wake up anytime with SHIELD. Although while Nat could wake up with alarm clocks, Nat slept really late the night before as she filled up hers and Bucky’s post mission reports since Bucky did Nat’s work once and it was only matter of time Nat had to payback her debt.

You head to the living room of your shared apartment, leaning down to put on your heels as Nat grabs her helmet and keys from the rack. “You sure you don’t want me to drop you off?”

“As much as I love riding your bike with you, I’m wearing a skirt and my hair’s gonna be a mess. I’ll just drive” you sat as you grab the keys hanged besides her, kissing her on the cheek quickly. “I’ll see you later for dinner okay? Love you”

“I love you too sweetheart, go get ‘em” she says with a smile as you go ahead, chuckling softly to herself as she remembers why she fell for you in the first place. She grabs her leather jacket and heads out the door herself.

Normally, you wouldn’t have time in the morning to pass by anywhere before work but with the surprising lack of traffic, you decided to pass by your favorite coffee shop that has a drive thru.

You and Nat discovered this place a few weeks back and made the constant effort to pass by whenever you can since it’s really good. You stop behind the vehicle in front of you, placing your car in park as you dig around your bag for your credit card. Sadly, you have a bad habit of misplacing things and it seems like the world is going against you this morning because you can’t seem to find it your bag.

“What the hell” you grunt as you dump your bag’s contents into the passenger seat, looking around and to no avail. You groan as the car behind you honked to get your attention back since the vehicle in front of you has moved to the next window.

Praying you have enough money in your Apple Pay, tho you rarely put any cash in since Nat’s the one who uses Apple Pay more than you, you drive up to the window and smile at the worker. “Hi! Can I have a cold hot chocolate, no ice?”

The worker blinks in response at your order causing you to smile sheepishly. “Yea weird order I know but-“

“Don’t worry ma’am” the worker says with a smile as she inputs your order. “The vehicle in front of you warned us about your supposed weird order and already paid for it, she also said to tell you that she thinks you’re hot”

You look at her confused before looking ahead to see the driver in front of you, taking off the helmet to reveal your beloved girlfriend with the smuggest grin on her face, waving at you and making a call me gesture.

The confusion leaves your body as a smile grows on your face, rolling your eyes playfully before looking back at the worker. “Yea that’s my girlfriend”

The worker chuckles as she hands you the receipt with a smile. “Here’s the receipt, you can go ahead to the next window to claim your drink. Hope you have a great day!”

You thank her as you drive up to the next window, claiming your order as you drive to the front where your girlfriend’s waiting for you. “Nat you didn’t have to do that”

“I know” Nat says as she shrugs, taking a sip of her own coffee. “Thought you’d need a pick me up and you didn’t notice me when I waved at first so I thought it would be fun to pay it forward so to speak”

You look at her with a fond smile, beckoning her to come closer to your car. She looks at you confused, but dismounts off her bike so she could go close to you, leaning onto the open window. “You alri-“

You cut her off by pulling her down by the jacket as Nat catches herself by holding onto the roof while you give her a kiss. Nat’s eyes widens a little at the gesture, but gives in and kisses you back just as loving. You pull back after a few moments before Nat could deepen the kiss further, smiling as Nat looks at you slightly flustered.

“Thank you, I couldn’t find my card so this was really sweet of you” you start as you gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind Nat’s ear with a smile. “Gotta go but I’ll text you when I get to the office, alright?”

Nat just nods dumbly as she takes a step back, allowing you drive off with the biggest grin on her face while waving goodbye.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff fluff

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gamerwoo · 2 years ago

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[SVT Imprinted] Mingyu: Change of Heart (Part 3)

Anonymous asked: can you do another part for mingyu where bomi has to face yoongi? we never found out what happened with the hunters

Anonymous asked: it would be cute to show more of the friendships among the pack!!! even if its just a little bit. i just really like how they interact

Characters: Mingyu x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, angst, drugging and kidnapping, mentions of torture/abuse, slapping, comfort/fluff at the end, a lil suggestive at the end too, if i missed anything lmk!!! (this was also originally mingyu x oc so if i fucked up editing im sorry lmao)

Word count:��5,106

Summary: Things had been quiet for too long, and the pack thinks that your past has just forgotten about you. But werewolf hunters don’t forget, and they don’t usually let go of grudges. Unfortunately, though, one of the pack ends up getting sucked into your problems.

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This was probably the most uncomfortable thing the pack had to witness. Nobody was even sure why they had to witness it when it didn’t involve any of them.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it...” Junhui mumbled, staring at the floor instead of at anybody.

“I know, Jun,” Minghao sighed, “it’s okay.”

“Say it like you mean it,” Seungcheol ordered.

Junhui finally lifted his head, but only to glare at the alpha, “I do mean it!”

The whole Jun-saying-he-hates-Minghao thing was something was obviously creating tension in the pack, but that didn’t mean any of them wanted to be involved in the apology. They figured Junhui, Minghao, and Yoona would eventually talk it out on their own. But instead, Seungcheol called a ‘family meeting’ and was making Jun do it publicly in front of everyone.

“Cheol, it’s seriously fine,” Minghao insisted.

“No it’s not,” he stated. “What Junhui said was out of line.”

“And why does it concern us?” Joshua asked boredly from where he was leaning against the doorframe to the living room where everyone was gathered.

“Yeah, last time I checked, I’m not the one who ruined Jun’s life,” Areum deadpanned.

Most of the pack glared at her for joking about it. Some of them seemed surprised she’d said that, and two snickered at the comment.

“What?” she asked the alpha defensively. “I’m just pointing out how it doesn’t include me.”

Jun was a little immature when it came to his emotions. He didn’t really know how to express them without acting out, but he eventually came around and apologized. He actually was pretty easy to come around, but because Seungcheol was basically embarrassing him in front of the pack, he was doing so begrudgingly.

“We’re a family,” Seungcheol sighed. “When two of us are fighting, it affects all of us.”

“Like I said...” Areum trailed off, rolling her eyes.

“Okay,” you stood up with a breath and looked straight at Seungcheol, “I’m leaving. This is weird and they can figure it out. Last time I checked, I’m not their fourth, so.”

Seungcheol gave her a stern look, “No, you can’t leave a family meeting.”

Areum stood as well, shrugging, “I’ll risk the consequences.”

“Sounds good to me,” you decided, and the two of you squeezed by your mates, brothers, and sisters to get to the door.

“Hey!” Seungcheol called after the two of you. “If you leave, you’ll be punished later!”

But his threats fell on deaf ears as you and Areum left the house anyway, hoping Junhui and Minghao could fix their beef on their own -- or at least not while you had to witness the awkward conversation.

“You ever been one one of the bikes before?” you asked.

Areum’s eyebrows raised, “You know how to drive them?”

You scoffed, “One of them is mine, my grandparents gave it to me. Want a ride?”

So you secured a helmet onto Areum’s head before putting on yours. You got on the bike before Areum got on the back and wrapped her arms around your waist. And then the two of you were off. Areum didn’t have a preference of where to go, as long as she was out of that house. She didn’t even live there but she happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and got sucked into the awkward encounter.

You ended up pulling up at the mall, not knowing where else to kill a few hours. You parked toward the back where it was more secluded with less cars. You were admittedly a little nervous somebody would hit your bike with their car.

“So what do you think this punishment is gonna be?” Areum asked as she got off the bike and hung it from one of the handlebars, clearly not afraid of whatever Seungcheol was threatening.

After yours was off, you replied, “Can’t be any worse than watching that shit show.”

“It’s probably gonna be somethi--”

Before Areum could finish her guess of what the alpha had planned, she suddenly cut off with a very short screech. You whipped your head around to see Areum staring back at you with fear in her eyes, her mouth and nose covered by a cloth. Your eyes followed the hand holding the cloth and saw a masked man standing behind her. Before you could react, you had the same thing happen to you, but you tried her best not to breathe in.

You watched as Areum’s eyes slipped shut, and the man started dragging her away. You didn’t want to scream to waste air, so you tried to watch where they went, but your head was suddenly yanked back by your hair, causing you to inhale sharply. You were staring up at a man with his nose and mouth covered by a black mask, but you would know those cold eyes anywhere. They belonged to your former best friend, after all.

Yoongi.

“You thought we’d forgotten about you, huh?” he smirked as your thoughts started to get cloudy, and your eyelids began to feel heavy. “It’s unfortunate your friend had to get sucked into it, but nobody can know what happened to you.”

Yoongi removed the cloth and began dragging your body toward where Faye had gone. You tried your best to articulate words, but it was just a stuttered, mumbled mess. The blonde-haired boy chuckled, tossing you into the back of a van.

“You always were stubborn, _____. Guess that’s why I got along with you so well,” he told you. “Just stop fighting it and go to sleep.”

As Aya parked beside your bike, Mingyu flung the door open before the car was even stopped and ran to the abandoned motorcycle. Areum’s small backpack was left on the ground, and your phone had either been dropped, fallen out of your pocket, or intentionally left behind by whoever took you. But it was clear somebody had taken the two of you. He had a very bad feeling as soon as it happened, and he knew Chan must’ve felt the same thing. But he didn’t have time to call the youngest who was stuck in class because his first priority was to follow your scent to the scene of the crime.

“_____,” Aya called out as her, Seungcheol, and Soonyoung got out of the car. “Areum?”

They heard a buzzing noise coming from Areum’s bag, so Mingyu picked it up and unzipped it. Her phone was lit up by Chan’s name and a picture of the couple.

He answered it with a stressed, “Hey.”

“Chan?” Aya guessed.

Mingyu nodded.

“Oh, thank god someone answered!” he breathed. “Are you with Areum? Where are you? I have a really bad feeling and--”

“I’m not with her,” he finally managed to cut in. "I had the same feeling about _____ and they were together. I found her bike but both of them are gone and their stuff was left behind.

“Fuck,” Chan hissed.

“Who would’ve taken them?” Soonyoung wondered, looking between the three wolves.

Mingyu let out a short, dry laugh, “I can think of a couple people.”

Seungcheol suddenly took the phone from Mingyu, “Chan, I want you to go back to the house and get as many of the pack to go with you as you can. Follow the pull and we’ll meet you there.”

"But--”

“We won’t let anyone touch Areum, I promise. Just do what I tell you.”

And then he hung up.

Despite being incredibly groggy when you came to, you knew exactly where you were. You’d seen plenty of werewolves and those who protected them be dragged into the room. Nobody ever heard of them afterwards, so you knew what was coming next.

“Good morning,” Yoongi’s voice was too sweet to be sincere, and you scowled. “How’d you sleep?”

“Cut the shit, asshole,” you snarled. “Where’s the other girl?”

“Oh, you mean your sister? From your new family, you fucking traitor?” Yoongi asked, his voice angry and harsh as he gripped your hair and forced your head back. Clearly, he wasn’t over you just randomly abandoning the hunters for Mingyu and his pack without a word. “She’s being taken care of. You’re more than welcome to see her, though, if you’d like.”

You could only imagine what Chan’s mate looked like now. You knew exactly what they did to people when they were brought here, and you knew there was a strong chance that Areum would have been humiliated, beaten, shocked, and possibly even had any marks on her body removed somehow.

Despite being one of the tougher and snarkier of the mates, you knew she didn’t stand a chance trying to protect herself against werewolf hunters. Maybe Eunmi, but Areum? You were genuinely worried for the state your sister must’ve been in now. You hoped that just maybe Areum was still passed out.

“It is a shame that she had to be dragged into this,” Yoongi said in a soft tone, pulling you from your thoughts. “If only we could’ve caught you alone. But if anybody knew what happened to you… Well, that just can’t happen. We’ve gotten into enough trouble trying to tie up loose ends, but this is one we can’t just leave alone. You really fucked us over, _____, you know that? You fucked me over!”

The group you used to work for was thorough, and you knew that well. Whenever they had to get rid of somebody, they always made sure nobody else knew. That was partly why you fucked up so badly when you were sent to take out Chan – Mingyu had shown up, and that was just another werewolf you’d have to kill so nobody would know what happened. If any of the other girls were around when you were kidnapped, they would’ve met the same fate.

You knew she had to get out, find Areum, and help her escape. How you would do that, though, was lost on you. You knew your old group wouldn’t let you go that easily, even if you had a history. The only time they let someone go was when Jungkook had a falling out with his adoptive sister, but that almost ended differently -- and they had to make a treaty, which Namjoon rarely agreed to.

Your thoughts were suddenly cut through by a shrill scream. Your head lifted as you fought against your restraints, afraid that the scream belonged to Areum. All Yoongi did was chuckle at your useless struggles.

“You know you can’t get to her,” he pointed out as he slowly paced in circles around you. “Just give up, it’ll make things easier.”

“I swear to God, Yoongi, if you let anybody touch her–”

“You’re not in a position to threaten anybody,” he cut you off, gripping your jaw harshly. “Neither of you are getting let go, so I suggest you don’t piss off anybody.”

“_____!” Areum shrieked.

“Yoongi, please!” you begged with desperation in your voice, feeling helpless. You knew you couldn’t do anything while you were trapped like this, but you had to do something. It frustrated you to a point where you just wanted to cry. “She’s–”

Yoongi just smacked you face away from him and walking away, not letting you finish. He left the room, leaving you alone to just listen to the screams and cries of your sister, not knowing what was happening to her.

With Yoongi gone, you maneuvered your handcuffed wrists from behind you to in front of you by popping out your shoulders and moving your arms above your head. It was something you learned to do when you were younger and in training – you had always been one of the sneakiest of the hunters due to your flexibility and knowledge of how to get out of situations, maybe second to Elsie – and it finally came in handy.

With your hands in front of you, you reached into you hair for a bobby pin to unlock your handcuffs. Getting out of handcuffs was something you were trained to do, but you weren’t like the others who just carried little pins in their back pockets or whatever just in case. You definitely made it a little difficult for yourself for never doing things ‘just in case’ but you managed, like you did now.

Once your wrists were free, you untied your ankles and booked it for the door. You recalled the override keycode for the door, hoping they didn’t change it. When it slid open, you poked your head out, checking out both ends of the hallway before you tried to figure out where the screams were coming from. You did see somebody open a door, come out, and close it, so you decided to go down that way first.

You sprinted to the door and pressed your ear against it. Sure enough, you heard whimpering and heavy breathing that sounded female. You put her hand on the keypad…

Suddenly, hands gripped your shoulder’s. You gasped and immediately spun around, kicking your leg out to kick the side of whoever had grabbed you. They were sent backwards, their back hitting the wall behind you before you pressed your forearm against their chest roughly. That was when you finally realized who had touched you.

“Ow…” Mingyu groaned softly.

You let out a breath of relief, letting your arm down, “Jesus Christ, Gyu; you scared me.”

Mingyu just pulled you into his arms tightly, resting his cheek against the top of your head, “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Keep your voice down,” you instructed in a whisper. You let him hold you for a few seconds, but you pushed him away urgently. “They took Areum; we have to find her.”

The rest of the pack – save for a few – were with him. You took note of the fact Chan’s eyes were blood red, and he was sniffing around the door that you were just standing at. However, he just backed away and started walking further down the hall.

“Chan!” Aya whispered harshly, but the younger wolf kept walking.

“Follow him,” you instructed, grabbing Mingyu’s wrist and tugging him along.

Chan used the pull, as well as his nose to find his mate. He stopped in front of a room at the end of the hall that you recalled was pretty infamous. It was essentially where all of the most awful torture happened, but you didn’t have the heart to tell any of them. They did hear you gulp, though, when Chan stopped at the door.

“What’s in there?” Seungcheol asked slowly.

“Hopefully nothing bad right now...” you replied in a shaky voice.

“Wait,” Hansol spoke up as Chan put his hand on the door, making the tense werewolf growl lowly, “we can’t just…kidnap them back and leave. We need to make sure these hunters leave us alone.”

You nodded as Joshua spoke, “He’s right. A small group should stay with Areum and get her out. The rest of us will–”

“Us?” Mingyu quizzed, raising an eyebrow. “_____, you’re leaving with Areum. We’ll take care of everything else.”

You turned to face your mate, giving him an incredulous look, “I’m the only one who knows their way around this place; I’m helping.”

“Alright, alright,” Seungcheol cut in with a sigh, “calm down. _____ has a point, so Chan, Aya, and Jeonghan will bring Areum back the way we got in. The rest of us stay here and end this. There’s fear in numbers, and we have one of their own.”

All you did was stick your tongue out at Mingyu, who just huffed with a pout on his face.

A sudden cry from the other side of the door brought all attention back to the room you stood in front of.

“No, no, no, no! Stop; please stop!” Areum begged in a loud sob.

A loud growl ripped through Chan’s chest like you’d never heard, and he forcefully pushed opened the door with a metallic crunch. There, kneeling in the middle of the floor, blindfolded, was Areum. You recognized the person standing beside her with a hot iron near her neck as Jin, who was arguably the most sadistic of the group. Jin stopped what he was doing just as Chan ran as fast as he could to his mate. However, instead of going straight to Areum, he found it best to just get rid of the danger first. He gripped Jin’s collar in both hands, causing the hunter to drop the iron to the floor.

While a few members of the pack went to keep Chan from doing anything too drastic, you rushed straight to Areum who was still sobbing on the floor. You removed the blindfold, and Areum immediately tossed her arms around you, crying harder. From what you could tell, Areum hadn’t been touched yet, so she must’ve been crying from threats and just being afraid.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re safe,” you cooed, rubbing her back. “Chan will take you home, okay? You’ll be safe. I’m so sorry I got you into this…”

Meanwhile, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Soonyoung were trying to pry Chan off of the hunter. Chan’s eyes were turning a brighter red by the second, his claws out, his fangs out over his bottom lip, and he was shaking like he’d shift at any second. But the pack didn’t want Chan killing somebody and making things worse for everyone else.

“Chan, stop,” Seungcheol growled lowly in a stern voice. “Just go take care of Areum; she needs you.”

You and Mingyu helped Areum to her feet – her legs were like jelly and she could barely stand on her own – and brought her toward Chan. Jeonghan and Soonyoung stepped away to let his mate come closer, and Areum immediately wrapped her arms around his waist when she realized it was him. She buried her face in his back and just sobbed, Mingyu still holding most of her wait.

That managed to break Chan from his killing trance, as he released Jin and turned around, gathering his mate in his arms as he shushed her. Seungcheol and Soonyoung grabbed Jin’s upper arms before he could scramble away, and brought him down to his knees.

“Chan, get her home,” Seungcheol ordered. “Aya and Jeonghan, go with him. Everybody else, with us.”

The group of four quickly left the room, Aya leading the way. However, as they reached the door, Jimin threw it open, a gun aimed right at Aya’s chest. The werewolf went stiff as her eyes shifted to red, stepping in front of her sister that was still being held by Chan. At the back of the small group, Jeonghan snarled but didn’t make any sudden movements.

Jin looked absolutely terrified until he realized Jimin has shown up. A smirk appeared on his face as his hair fell into his eyes. “Oh, so the rumors are true, huh? Baby _____ is a wolf’s mate.”

However, your glare was on Jimin, “Leave her alone, Jimin.”

From behind Jimin, walked in the rest of the hunters, all holding various weapons. Yoongi strolled in second to last, smirking at you as he carried a baseball bat wrapped with silver barbed wire -- he always loved to carry the more ‘fun’ weapons, as he called them.

“When have we ever left mates alone, _____?” he asked in a teasing tone. “I called the other units, they should be here soon.”

Your eyebrows raised for a split second, “Wow, you actually managed to make friends?”

Namjoon, the leader, nodded his head toward you, signaling the small group at the doorway back up back over to you. They did as they were told, and Chan put Areum down but continued to keep his arms around her as he tried to comfort her. Jeonghan moved to stand in front of the three, but Aya put herself beside him anyway.

“If you cooperate, maybe we’ll spare this one,” Namjoon smirked, pointing at Areum with his bow. “But...maybe we’ll just kill her instead.”

But you suddenly got an idea. It was a bit of a longshot, but it was the only idea you had. Maybe it would get some of them to show some sort of compassion and humanity. Either way, it was the only idea you had.

“Namjoon, you asshole,” you burst, gesturing stiffly over at Areum, “she’s pregnant! You’re really going to hurt a pregnant girl and her baby? I knew you were heartless, but this is a new low!”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he studied the crying girl, “She’s… But I… I-I didn’t know! Namjoon, we can’t–”

Hoseok walked up beside him and slapped a hand over his mouth, hissing, “Shut up.”

You studied your old partner’s face, as well as your former leaders as the whole group looked over at Areum. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt today, so it was hard to tell if she was or not. Even still, you could say she wasn’t that far along yet.

Namjoon glanced over at one of the other men, “Tae?”

Taehyung sighed, still looking at Areum, “I have...heard them talk about pregnant mates. Two of them, I think.”

So they had been watching you for a bit. That made sense. They were probably waiting for a good time to strike.

“How far along?” Namjoon asked, his eyes on you now.

��A few months,” you lied easily, trying to play her off as either Yoona or Faye since they were around the same time along. “It’s her first.”

Namjoon stared at Areum as his jaw clenched and unclenched over and over. You could practically see the mental battle he was having in his head. He knew this baby could very well become a werewolf, but it was a baby nonetheless. Could he really hurt not only a pregnant human, but an unborn child?

“Yoongi?” Namjoon asked, wanting his take since this whole plan was originally orchestrated by him, anyway.

Your old partner was stoic, showing no emotion as he stared at Areum. Then his eyes flashed over to you. You stared back at him, not showing what you were thinking or feeling, either. The two of you just had a stare-off, waiting for the other to do or say something.

Finally, Yoongi sighed and dropped his head, “Whatever.”

“But Yoongi--”

“Shut the fuck up, Jin” Yoongi snapped. He looked back up at you, glaring, “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

All eyes were on Yoongi, nobody understanding his order.

“What?” you finally asked.

“The units will be here any minute,” Namjoon said calmly as he took a small knife from his pocket and sliced open his palm. Yoongi turned into a puff of black smoke, disappearing into thin air, “so you better make this treaty before I change my mind and go against Yoongi’s wishes.”

You wasted no time, striding over to Namjoon and holding out your palm for him to cut for you. Then the two of you firmly shook hands once.

“Go,” he stated, nodding his head toward the nearest exit.

Most of the pack wasted no time, getting Areum up and out of the room as fast as possible. you, however, hung back, so Mingyu paused just outside the door, waiting for you. You just looked at Namjoon, not understanding why him or Yoongi decided to let you go when the two of them were some of the most ruthless members. Jimin might’ve, but Yoongi of all of them?

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “Yoongi called the shots on this one. And if any of you end up on his radar again, you know he won’t let you go again.”

You just nodded once, “I know better than anyone,” Then, you stepped forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s cheek. “Pass that along to Yoongi for me, will ya?”

You winked playfully, and with that, you fled down the hall, holding onto Mingyu’s hand.

Areum had nightmares almost every night, but she wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Everyone could tell she wasn’t acting the same, though. She was always a little too on-edge when she was at the pack house, so Chan mostly went and hung out at her place instead. Minghao would also leave for a couple hours to see her and keep her company. The two could tell she was afraid of being left alone now.

You felt awful because you should’ve protected her, but you couldn’t. Everybody could tell you felt responsible. Like Areum, you weren’t acting the same, and you were keeping your distance from just about everybody. The only person you couldn’t stay away from was Mingyu, who glued himself to your side.

“Baby,” Mingyu frowned the seventh night that you just poked around at your dinner, “you can’t keep blaming yourself. Even Areum doesn’t blame you -- she keeps texting you to thank you for helping us get out.”

“Chan says she screams in her sleep for me to help her,” you muttered, your eyes blank as you stared at your food that Mingyu had brought to your shared bedroom. “I know he was trying to keep it from me, but I heard him tell Minghao in the kitchen the other day. And if anyone finds out I lied--”

“But nothing happened, and they’re both okay,” Mingyu reminded you, taking both of your hands in his as he dipped his head to try to look at you. “You saved her from having her mark removed, remember? You managed to get out of your restraints to find her even though it could’ve gotten you killed first. And nobody will know you lied. The treaty’s made and they’re going to leave us alone.”

“No, we only found her because Chan sensed her,” you sniffled, starting to cry like you always did when you thought about it for too long. “I was standing outside the wrong fucking room, Gyu! If you guys hadn’t shown up, I would’ve gotten caught, Areum would’ve gotten burned, and who knows what would’ve happened after that! She’d be scarred for life – and that life would be really fucking short, Gyu!”

“Shh, shh, shh,” Mingyu hushed you, pulling you into his lap and gently rocking you, “those are just what ifs. Both of you are safe, and that’s what matters. If you hadn’t escaped when you did, we wouldn’t have found her in time, either. You helped save her, ____. You’re the one who saved all of us. You stood up to the hunters and got us out.”

You heard a knock, and the two of you looked to the door.

“It’s me,” you heard Chan’s voice. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, so Mingyu called back, “Yeah.”

Chan opened the door and offered a shy smile before he stepped forward, “Could I…talk with ____ for a second?”

The two of you looked at each other before Mingyu moved and placed you back on the bed. As he exited the room to give you and his brother privacy, he clapped Chan on the shoulder. Chan closed the door and then went and sat at the end of the bed, offering you a soft smile as you wiped under your eyes and tried to collect yourself.

“How’re you feeling?” he wondered.

You shrugged, “Not great.”

“Well,” he began, his golden eyes looking into yours, “I wanted to thank you for sticking by Areum when that happened. We wouldn’t have saved her without you, so…I’m very grateful to you, _____.”

You were pretty surprised by this. Sure, the rest of the pack told you that you were some sort of hero, but Chan had never sat you down and talked to you about it. He was always with Bomi so he never could. You were touched, actually.

“…You are?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing.

“You risked your life for not only Areum, but the pack,” he continued with a nod, his smile widening in amusement because of how shocked you looked. “The hunters won’t be after us, all because you had a connection to one of them; don’t look so surprised.”

“I thought everyone was just saying that to make me feel better...”

“_____, you don’t really give yourself enough credit,” Chan laughed softly.. “I’m lucky to have you as a sister, and the pack is lucky to have somebody like you in it.”

As you and Mingyu lay in bed that night, you stared up at the ceiling while Mingyu kept his eyes closed despite being awake. He listened to your heartbeat and breathing as you thought, waiting for you to finally fall asleep. When you didn’t for fifteen minutes, he inhaled deeply.

“Are you okay, babe?” he wondered softly.

“Yeah, just thinking again,” you replied, still staring up into the darkness.

Mingyu rolled over and sat up to turn on the lamp on the nightstand before he rested on one arm, looking at you, “Anything you want to talk about?”

“You know, Chan and you talking to me kind of made me realize…I could’ve died. I didn’t even think about that; all I thought about was getting to Areum to save her.”

“You always find yourself in situations where you could get killed,” Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head. “First Chan and I almost killed you, but then you almost killed us. Then Jaehee’s other mate almost killed you, and then Jaehee almost killed you. Then you went to Jinsoo’s, and you could’ve died. Now the hunters almost killed you…”

Mingyu paused as he realized exactly just how much trouble you found your in. His eyebrows furrowed as he spaced out, staring at the bedding, before his golden eyes flickered back to you, “Maybe if I get you pregnant, you’ll behave yourself more like Faye and Yoona.”

You rolled your eyes, gently shoving at Mingyu’s chest, “Yoona always behaves, and the only thing Faye doesn’t do now is climb the ceiling beams.”

“Yeah, but neither of them have done anything to get themselves in trouble like you have,” Mingyu pointed out with a smirk. “Pregnancy is the only way.”

You threw your mate a playful glare, “Don’t even think about it.”

“Alright,” he sighed. But then he suddenly grabbed your waist and rolled himself onto his back, his lips pressing softly to your neck before nipping lightly at your skin. “How about we practice then?”

“Practice having babies?” you snorted.

“No!” he laughed, shaking his head and tickling your skin with his hair. “Practice making them.”

Your hands moved to Mingyu’s hair, carding through it, which sent a content rumble through his chest, “I guess practice makes perfect.”

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title: out of my mind (part 9 / final chapter)

characters: baji x reader, toman peeps 🤍

prompt: you don’t know if you should tell baji you like him because is he even interested in other people?

summary: here's what baji did after what happened between the two of you on the rooftop!

a/n: hello everyone! before uni officially tie me to its depths I give you the last part of this series! this is a bit longer than the rest! I kinda want to split it into two parts but I guess this is better :) AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING ME ALL THE WAY <33 I would not be able to write this much without your support! I appreciate all your kind words, your likes, and reblogs! It makes me very very happy that I can give out some content that you guys enjoy! I hope that you would love this one! I really really poured out my heart into this and I've thought and mapped this out again and again before I publish this final version. have fun reading lovelies! ily all <3

Series list: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

You wiped your hands off your handkerchief and folded the damp side in, before having a last look on your reddened-face in the mirror. Slowly, you search for your phone that's kept inside the right pocket of your cardigan.

Pres: Hey y/n! Think you can pick up the pamphlets and flyers we’ve pre-ordered for the festival? They’re ready for pick up, the store manager just messaged me.

Y/n: Oh yeah sure! Just message me the location. I’ll be there!

And just like that, you had the excuse to have a time alone. You can finally put down the facade of being okay on the outside. Hopefully you can recuperate this time.

Lucky. You thought.

“Baji-san! Where are you going?” Chifuyu shouts as he asks the captain who instinctively stood up and came marching towards the door.

“Ya said it didn’t you? Ya asked me if I knew what went wrong, and I know exactly what did went wrong,” Baji said, not stopping on his tracks as he fishes out for his phone in his pocket.

“Yeah and?” the exhausted blonde asks between breaths, continuing to follow Baji’s brisk walking.

“And I’m going to fix it,” Baji says with eyes full of intent, only taking a halt to look at his vice-captain one last time before running towards the stairs to the 4th floor.

He couldn’t miss this chance again.

Just as when you were about to leave the front building of your school, you saw that the sky is getting dimmer. Good thing you’ve always kept an umbrella inside your locker.

Y/n: Kennyyyy, please tell Mikey I’m going out right now to pickup the pamphlets and flyers for the festival. I also texted him but you know he doesn’t check his phone so often. Please wait for me at school before going home!! <33

🐉 Ken: Wait for us. We’ll go with u.

Y/n: Don’t bother! Am already out! And I think it will be just a few piles of paper!

🐉 Ken: Take my bike. Or Mikey’s.

Y/n: It’s alright! I’ll just take the bus to and fro!! It’s not that far :))

🐉 Ken: Okay if you say so. Update us ‘kay?

Y/n: Will do! I’ll be just around the 3rd district! See ya later! 💛

You took the bus going to the 3rd district to pick up some of the promo materials for the festival just as instructed. It shouldn’t have been a difficult task —no. You’re just supposed to ride a bus, get the goods, hop back on the bus and finish your duties for that day.

But the afternoon sky says different.

“What'dya mean she’s not here?!” A frustrated Baji slams the council table upon learning that you are in fact not in there.

Fuck. Did I lose her again?

“Um, well,” one of the trembling council members try to reply to an obviously infuriated student.

“Well, she’s on duty right now for festival prep an—,” Baji cuts off the officer.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,” he rakes his fingers through his hair.

“Then where the fuck is she?!” He says, desperate and frustrated at himself.

“She went out to fetch the promo materials by the third district for—,” Baji didn’t even let the officer finish, he just immediately thanked her and left the room without another word.

Once again, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

Hello Mikey?

Yeah. It’s Baji.

Oh what’s up Baji?

"Baji huh? What’s he up to?" Draken says from the other line.

Oh good Draken’s there.

Yeah, Ken-chin’s with me. You need anything?

Yeah. I need help.

Ya know where y/n is? Council said she went to the 3rd district for some festival duty shit.

Oh I don’t know she did. Hold on.

"Ken-chiinnnn, you know where y/n is? Baji’s looking for her," Mikey shouts over at Draken

"Yeah, yeah, hand me the phone"

Hey Baji, y/n went to the 3rd district for some council duties.

Yeah, yeah but do you know where?

She didn’t tell me. She said it’ll be just some quick work and she’ll be back right after. Call her if you want. Or wait here, she said she’ll join us after her duties.

Ah fuck. A’right, a’right. Thanks Draken.

But deep inside he knows full well that this can’t wait.

————-

The bus ride to the 3rd district only takes up about 20 minutes. You’ve been there waaaay too many times to know just how long it should take for you to get there. However when light rain started to pour, the road got wet and slippery and so all vehicles must reduce their speed.

3:14 pm — classes will end in a while, but a lot will probably stay for festival preparation.

You checked your phone to see if any new messages came in, and you saw the president’s instructions about the location of the shop.

“Huh, this shouldn’t be too hard to find,” you said to yourself and proceeded to plug in tour earphones and played some music.

The rain might take a while, and your ride must be longer this time. You didn’t mind though, you needed to take off some time anyway.

As far away from him as possible.

3:27 pm — just a few minutes and the bell will ring any time soon to signal dismissal.

Baji keeps on shifting on his feet, and tapping them on the floor as he sits in front of his locker, back against the cold metal, ready to storm off the place and chase after you.

As soon as the bell rings, he immediately walked through the building exit and didn’t mind the drizzle on his head.

With with hands combing his hair, and teeth clenching on his hair tie, he wasted no time running to the bus stop.

He knows that the bus station is just 2 blocks away from the school, he can make it dry enough to catch the earliest bus possible, right?

Wrong.

Water droplets start to stream in the ponytail he’s tied before. The rain is going on stronger and stronger as he walks. By the time he reached the bus stop, no bus was there but rather a clump of people trying to stay dry under the small shed.

With frustration all over his face, he bit his lip and searched his head for a way to get to you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Looks like he’s running out of luck today.

Baji came back to a konbini he’s passed on his way there, and took out his phone that’s been luckily shielded under his pocket by his school blazer.

He punched your number in his keypad tapping on his shoes while he waits for you to answer, but his eyebrows just draw closer to each other every time he’s greeted back by failed phone call.

He called you thrice in a row now, and there is still no answer.

Onto his other pocket, he tried to reach out and fish whatever money he’s had with him just to get to you --a cab or a train or whatever that’s faster than his legs. But unfortunately lady luck has been in a deep slumber at that moment.

I have no other choice but to take the hard way don’t I?

And so, he wrings his soaked ponytail, grabbed the umbrella he borrowed from the store and started running to your direction.

3:32 pm — it took you more than 10 minutes later than expected, before you have arrived at the bus stop and the rain is relentlessly pouring.

You have prepared your umbrella before taking off the bus, but it can’t be helped that the gust of the wind through the droplets fall on your face and on your clothes.

By the time that you have arrived in the shop, blotches of water is already visible on your skirt and your blouse. Even a part of your socks are already a bit damp, and you eyeglasses has been foggy from how cold it has been outside.

Upon entering the shop, you closed your umbrella to leave it by one of the racks to prevent it from leaving droplets all over the floor. You wiped your face and your glasses, trying to look a bit more presentable before heading to the counter and collecting the pamphlets.

“Um excuse me?” You called to the man behind the register.

“I’m y/n-chan, and I’m looking for Yamada-san,” you spoke softly.

“Hm?” The man slowly turns to you and adjusts his glasses to see you better. “I’m Yamada, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, Yamada-san, my classmate by the name of Asano placed an order here about a few days ago, I came here to pick it up,” you said as you hand him the receipt as a proof of the ordered pamphlets and flyers the other day.

The man took a while reading all the contents of the receipt as he squint his eyes to see it better before heading back out to get the prints for you.

When he returned back, you immediately checked on the the pamphlets and flyers that are neatly stacked and covered in paper. It has always been your habit to double-check since it’s a waste of time to do things twice, especially in this kind of weather.

Unpacking the pile, you looked at the promos checking if the print quality is good and if the contents are correct. You’ve turned each print slowly, careful not to crumple nor fold them.

Upon the completion of checking the first batch, you’re almost halfway through, and all you have to ensure is that the flyers are of the same quality. However, upon opening the stack, you have found a completely different promo material endorsing a new okonomiyaki store that’s going to open a few blocks away.

Noticing the seemingly switch of prints, you start to approach Mr. Yamada and alerted him that he must have given you the wrong stack.

“Oh, is that so? But that’s the only pre-printed order that has been prepared for today,” he says with a worried look on his face.

“Can we just approach the store that must have gotten our orders instead?” You suggest to him with a soft smile, trying to hide the slight panic that’s creeping up on you for the possibility that you’d go back empty-handed.

“We can do that,” he said scratching his chin. “But you’d have to wait y/n-chan, I’ll still have to call all of the stores who have picked up their orders today, and with this rain, it’s impossible to safely transfer piles of paper,” he warns you.

“O-oh, is that so?” You said scratching the back of your neck. “That’s fine! I can just wait here,” you said back.

You need all the time away anyway, waiting here is not so bad.

4:11 pm — by the time Baji has arrived at the 3rd district he already looks like a mess.

His hair disheveled — black locks dangling in front of his forehead already soaked in water. His trousers and his blazer are mapped with water droplets everywhere, and his legs are about to give out --not that he minds though.

He tried to make another stop before locating you.

In a pet store he’s came across, he entered and started scanning the pets displayed from the glass wall and dialed your number on his phone.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Please pick up the phone. Please pick up the phone.

But there is no answer from the other line. All that’s Baji has heard so far was the operator telling him that the other line is busy or unattended for god knows how many times.

Goddammit.

4:13 pm — While you were waiting for the owner to contact the other customers, you tried your best to dry yourself inside the store. So you didn’t actually notice that you’ve been having tons and tons of missed calls.

You actually forgot to message your friends that you’re going back on a much later time, and that the rain today seems to be unforgiving. You’re so fixated in trying to get your mind off of what happened earlier that you convinced yourself that it is interesting enough to look throughout the store.

Magazines, newspapers, posters --you’re looking at all the samples and displays one by one. You started to get engulfed into inspecting them. Pictures after pictures, your favorite artist and idols are even featured in some one them. No wonder why you almost yelped when a special ringtone suddenly rang.

Just like you were pulled back into reality, you scurried to search for your phone that you’ve shoved in either of your pockets.

“Hello mom?” You asked nervously, she usually doesn’t call you all that much and you’re scared that she might be worried that you’re not home yet.

“Yeah I’m at the 3rd district. Why?”

“Draken told you?”

“Oh okay. I’m sorry mom. I’ll update them,”

“Yeah. I will.”

“You take care too,”

“Bye. Lov—,”

Your call was cut short when you noticed that your mom's line was suddenly cut off.

Your eyes wandered on the upper right corner on your phone only to see the signal fleeting. That must have been the cause why the call was suddenly dropped.

When you close your phone you were surprised by a ton of notifications reading almost over 30 missed calls from whoever.

Shit.

You know you have promised Draken and Mikey to be with them after class, they are now worried sick that the rain is this hard and you’re all alone.

You have to call them back.

But as just when you are about to dial their numbers, your phone rang and you mindlessly put the phone over your ear and hurried outside to catch some signal.

Despite the rain persisting, Baji is so desperate to see you right now. He didn’t come this far just to go back home and have another yet unresolved conflict with you.

Still damp from the rain and cold with the wind, Baji didn’t mind trudging the sidewalk to find that goddamned printshop.

Umbrella on one hand and phone in the other, he hadn’t stopped calling you the moment he’s left the pet shop.

Please pick up the phone.

Without minding his surroundings, he was just continuously walking reading all lit up signs, searching for the one that reads a printshop.

He doesn't care how hard the rain is pouring, he doesn't mind if he has to search for the entire district just to get to you.

He needs to see you.

Buried in his own thoughts of you, he suddenly ran into something.

---

"Shit!" his phone flew a few steps away when something coming from his right suddenly hit him.

"Can you fucking look where you're going?!" he is mad, but he is also frustrated at the same time as he hurriedly chase after his phone.

"I swear, if I fucking lose her, then I don't know wh--" fear can be traced in his voice, and he suddenly turns his head to the roadblock he's hit earlier.

"B-baji.." you said, standing in front of the printshop, phone over one ear, and mouth agape.

You can hear your voices echo through the phone call.

Oh it's him.

Dropping his demeanor from the earlier interaction, you could swear that everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Your cold shoulders from the pouring rain is suddenly enveloped in a warm embrace, his arms wrapped around your torso as you rest your head on his chest.

His heart now beating like a drum, and you were suddenly pulled back into the night he sent you home. When your arms was around him, maybe this is the exact same thing he's felt when your chest was pressed against his back --holding on for your dear life.

Your eyes wide open, still processing everything that's happening. Just a few hours ago you left him alone in the rooftop because he doesn't feel the same way right? How did you end up like this?

---

"I thought I'm gonna lose you," Baji says in a solemn voice, muffled as his lips press onto the top of your head.

"H-huh?" you spoke softly to him, but you cannot lie that you were caught off-guard by what he said.

You slowly backed a little to give some space between the two of you and you looked him in the eye, your face plastered with a confused look.

"What?" you asked again to make out something of the situation, and your voice is full of disbelief.

"I'm here to see you," Baji said without holding anything back.

"B-but.." you can feel your lips tremble unsure of what to feel.

"Y/n.." he stepped closer to you, and placed both hands in either one of your shoulders.

"Listen to me," Baji says looking directly at you, but you couldn't dare to meet his eyes. You let yours stick to the ground.

"But I said, you didn't have to say--"

And he cuts you off.

"No. Not this again. I came here to speak to ya. I'm not gonna go away with even a word left unsaid,"

You could feel that his grip is starting to put a pressure around your shoulders, but it wasn't meant to hurt you. It's as if he is trying desperately holding onto something that's slipping away.

You could feel that you're about to melt down any time soon, so you mustered up your courage to say the next few lines to him.

"No Baji. No. You do not have to look at me like a pity party. You do not owe me anything. Not even an explanation." you look at him with a sharp gaze to feign madness over frustration and confusion all at the same time.

"You don't--" you took a pause, and the words just came spilling out of your mouth

"What the fuck do you not get Baji Keisuke?!" you look at him as you grip your hair down.

"I loved you, okay?" your eyes now teary and your hand waving in a motion. "No, no, no, no, no, no. Scratch that. I still love you."

"But how many times do you want me to profess my goddamned love for you only for you to say nothing back!" you look intently at him as if begging for an answer.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

"I'm done, I'm through," you said at him, shaking your head and you turned your back on him.

"Not this again!" his whines as he stomped his feet on the puddle, was enough to make you look back at him.

"See? Y/n, I have been looking for ya the whole day. And why is it that every time I want to talk to ya it always ends up like this?! Ya say everything you want and I get to say nothin'!" he was looking at you with eyes wide, asking for you to listen to him .

"Oh?" you said sarcastically.

"Then what do you have to say for yourself then?" you provoked him but tears are already pricking your eyes.

He let out a sigh and started slowly.

"I'm sorry that I've always picked on ya, didn't know how to strike up a conversation,"

"I'm sorry I pretended not to hear what ya said when I gave you a ride home, I just can't think of words that could match yours,"

"I'm sorry if you think you've made a fool of yourself every time you've confessed to me,"

He took a moment to pause

"And I've heard each one of them, loud and clear"

You've felt your heart skip a beat.

"I--" Baji for nth time, searched and searched and searched for the right words to say.

In fact, he realized that he does not have to say a lot. He only needs a few words.

He gulped, took a deep breath, and made an unbreakable eye contact with you.

"I love you,"

And it was the moment you swear you're about to go out of your mind.

a/n: aaaand there you have it! that's the end of out of my mind! I'm sorry if you've felt that the end was just that. I felt that it's both a climax and a resolution kinda thing when i ended it like that soo sjdhasjkd. I'm thinking of making a bonus chapter after this if time permits <33 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ALL OF THIS :) tysm for all the support and the love <33

taglist: @hanabihwa @q-the-rockaholic @prettysettersq @tsumusfattytuna @galaxyfruits

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ammaterasu · 3 years ago

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did anyone send u sasuke last time ? SASUKE

First impression – hmm, ok a brooding, dark, emo boy.. add to that, every girl in the show + irl was fangirling on him so hard.. add to that, I was very much a #not like other girls.. all to say my general opinion was "ye, he's ok.. but im not a #fan"

Impression now – (((cries))) ... it’s a complete 180. I started feeling protective of him when his childhood flashback was first shown. seeing him so young and eager for his father’s approval.. seeing him hurt and confused as his older brother keeps creating distance between them.. when i saw the playful, giddy and soft side to this very dark and reserved kid, when i understood that deep down he was just a child with grief, hardened by the life of shinobi that programs them to become emotionless tools of the state... ("we were alone and starved of love, but finding nothing but hatred")

Favorite moment – oh god.. don’t make me choose… there are too many. Please, I will share just a few...

When he fights itachi.

he's such a brat//. i love this expression and how he's drawn here so much. also the fight was long awaited for, and when it finally happened, it was very satisfying to watch.

2. When he finally receives his father’s approval.

Must be protected!! as much as it was endearing to see sasuke finally so happy, it was equally as heartbreaking as he confides in his mother that his father is only approving of him now as a replacement for his strained relationship with itachi... seeing such a young boy voice these insecurities and struggles tugs at my heart strings so much.. as kishi put it, sasuke suffered from his family, but suffered even more after they were gone.. idk i just, i feel for him so much ;--;

3. "I would... feel pain too. "

I cannot find the words in me to explain how heavy the stone in my stomach feels each time i see this panel in particular (and the flashback in general). The lifeless expression conveys the pain these children carry with them so much.. there's so much to say.. i have no words right now.

4. "No matter what, I will always love you."

I don’t necessarily agree with itachi saying ‘I should have confided in you as a 7yo to fix the situation, like.. uh. no. BUT I love that, their story ends with itachi unequivocally supporting sasuke, not placing any burden, not manipulating him to follow any path, not even asking for forgiveness. The ball is in sasuke’s court to deal with the situation as he wishes, and itachi will love him unconditionally. I think that was a beautiful summation of their arc.

Idea for a story – ahh ok I will share my favourite story in my head... naruto and sasuke are childhood friends who ride their bikes to school every morning together and they get into random funny shenanigans. I think naruto and sasuke suffered enough, I want to treat them gently. Here’s a little snippet I drew many months ago of their adventures..

Unpopular opinion – unpopular depends on who youre asking. But i'll say … sasuke is not perfect.

Im not a #stan that sees he’s done no wrong. At the same time that I feel saske has nothing to apologize for, he’s still not right in every thing.

Sasuke’s "I will become the unifying source of evil and darkness in the world" is extremely self-destructive. it stems from the belief that he has no hope for love and happiness in this broken world, and so, he will sacrifice his own chances at that, to unify the world by bearing the burden of the entire world's hatred... its a "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" philosophy, which can be very effective but ultimately, it would come at the cost of himself and.. it wouldn't be sustainable.

and so, seeing sasuke accept naruto's approach to solving the world through a framework of hope and devotion being sources of strength was an ...improvement. We don't see the details of exactly how naruto and sasuke resolved their philosophical differences to "change the world" but, the story ends with a message of hope..

sasuke explains that "our story is like a prayer" i.e. in the same way we were able to overcome the world's hatred and finally come together, through hope and devotion, so too can the rest of the world.

actually, the ending was beautiful and i guess, that's my unpopular opinion - that i really liked 699 monologue.

Favorite relationship – them.

Favorite headcanon – Sasuke dips to the mountains and settles there with Naruto. Many years into the future, after they 'change the world for the better', naruto and sasuke 'disappear' from public society. They become a sort of legend that no one knows what became of them. some say they died of their injuries in a battle against some enemy, maybe some others say they retired in silence to 'konoha' (let's envision an improved city) but the truth is shared by a select few... that in some small corner of the world, they have finally found peace.

#hi kat!!! sorry this took so long.. but SASUKE !! SASUKE!!!! theres too much to untangle about my feelings for him #its unreal to me that i actually... love sasuke. kid me would never believe it #asks

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alolowrites · 3 years ago

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Emergency Contact

Summary: Accidents happen all the time and sometimes they happen for a reason. As Porco recovers from his motorcycle injuries, he receives a visit from the last person he expected to see—you.

Author’s Note: Hello, hello, helloooooo!!! How’s everyone doing? Me? Just dying from work and trying to vibe through life, what’s new lmaooo. I’m here with a new fic and it’s my second for AOT :D Very excited for season 4 part 2 to drop next year. I’ve only watched the anime but i kinda spoiled myself with Porco (asjakdjashd) oh well. I just know that he...yea. that’s all im gonna say.

I’m hoping to expand to other fandoms like JJK and maybe work on another BNHA story but baby steps first. Story was inspired by a scene I saw on Jane the Virgin and my mind just rolled with it. Hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 1.2K

“Sir, please stop moving.”

“I told you I’m okay—ah!”

Porco winced as a sharp pain shot from his injured midsection. The nurse gave him a knowing look, her eyebrows raised as if to say, ‘I told you so.’ Porco grunted and carefully leaned back to rest on the hospital bed. He would rather not push his luck right now, not unless he wanted to make the fresh wound worse and earn an earful from the sassy nurse as well.

She fixed his gauze, wagging a stern finger his way. “I’ll be back, don’t move.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Porco grumbled, his eyebrows scrunched. “I’m staying my ass put, got it.”

The nurse hummed, satisfied, before walking out of the room. Once the door closed, Porco sighed and shut his eyes momentarily. How could he be so stupid? Sure, Porco felt smug, flipping off a boomer driver who cut him off on the road. But looking away almost cost him his life, violently swerving away from an oncoming car and hitting the pavement hard.

Porco slapped one hand over his face, groaning. Someone briefly knocked on the door, and the injured man shouted, “Don’t worry, I didn’t fucking move!”

“I sure hope you didn’t.”

Against any reputable doctor’s—or his sassy nurse’s—advice, Porco sprung up straight, hissing loudly at his mistake. Yet, he fought through the pain and gritted out your name as though it was his lifeline. You ran to his side with concerned eyes. Porco almost jumped as he felt your gentle hand supporting him, the touch unlocking memories he pushed away months ago.

As the discomfort subsided, Porco stared at you. “What are you doing here?”

“The hospital called me,” you answered, pulling the chair by his bedside. Not once did you let go of him as you sat down. “Apparently, I’m still your emergency contact, so...”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

A pregnant silence fell between you both. You realized your hand still cradled Porco's shoulder and slowly slipped it away, ignoring how he tensed a bit. His heavy gaze soaked in your presence, almost as if he was trying to figure out whether you were real or not. The nurse didn’t say anything about a head injury. However, the loud pounding he felt was his heart that nearly burst out his chest when you finally looked at him, your eyes warm yet bashful. They reeled Porco in as he remembered how absolutely breathtaking they were.

“You look like shit,” you joked, breaking the ice.

Porco cracked a slight grin. “Feel like it, too.”

Both of you shared a laugh, the awkwardness melting away in the room. A familiar sense of comfort hung in the air, which made you relaxed. It was like old times again. You leaned back against the chair, shaking your head at him. He hadn’t changed one bit.

“I swear, you were always so reckless,” you said, teasing him a bit. “I’m surprised it took you this long to get into a motorcycle accident.”

It was true, though. Porco enjoyed living a bit dangerously with his bike, speeding through the empty streets with his crisp leather jacket and heavy combat boots. Whenever he took you on a midnight ride, your arms wrapped tightly around him so you wouldn’t fall over. You clung to Porco for dear life, finding comfort with him.

You felt his tensed muscles hiding underneath his black v-neck shirt, the same ones you always traced with your fingertips before drifting off to sleep. Your nose—pressed closely against his jacket—caught the intense scent of smoky auger wood with a hint of ginger spice that was overwhelming yet comforting. It reeled you in without fail, and you greedily took another sniff, a warm feeling spreading throughout your body.

Porco’s hearty laughs ripped through the air; he loved feeling you so close to him. You knew he did this on purpose, especially when he sped through the yellow lights like a racer trying to reach the finish line. He revved the engine that roared like a wild lion, and you squealed, your heart pounding throughout the night.

You cherished those memorable rides even more, the faint smile creeping on your face.

“Hey, I’m a pretty decent driver!” Porco scoffed and unconsciously scooted closer, smirking. “Besides, you never complained whenever I gave you a ride.”

“Well, you were my free ride home.”

“That’s all I was to you, huh?” Porco murmured playfully, his mind reminiscing those happy moments; he missed them so much that riding his bike wasn’t the same. Without thinking, Porco reached for your hand and caressed his thumb across your knuckles, confessing, “I wish I still was.”

You stared at Porco, mouth slightly agape and heart beating so uncontrollably that you were sure the patient monitor picked it up. There was no sense of hesitation or regret in his words, only truth. They rang through your head as his hazel eyes, burning with unwavering determination, sent a shiver down your spine. Even as Porco laid in bed, all battered and bruised, he pushed the pain aside to make his feelings loud and clear.

He wanted you by his side again.

You smiled faintly. “I wish you still were, too.”

“Wait, really—ah!”

“Porco!”

“I’m fine.” You shot him an unconvincing look. Porco leaned back on the pillows again, his eyes filled with a dash of hope. “But do you mean it? Are we...gonna give us a chance again?”

“I want to try.”

“Good, ‘cause the rides were getting lonely without you,” Porco grinned, surprising you with a sweet kiss. Your heart fluttered, melting into the kiss that brimmed with warmth and adoration—a heavenly feeling that ignited an old flame you thought had perished for good.

He pulled away, whispering, “I’ll always need you with me, okay? Always.”

“Me too.”

“Ahem.”

Both your heads snapped toward the doorway. The sassy nurse stood there, arms crossed, like a proud friend who helped orchestrate your lovely reunion. She strolled inside, the stethoscope dangling around her neck and badge swaying by her hip.

“I hate to interrupt your private moment, but,” she tapped her watch with an apologetic smile, “visiting hours are over. He’ll be ready for discharge tomorrow.”

You nodded. “Oh, thank you.”

“Would you like us to call you with the number listed on the emergency contact file?”

“Yes, that’s fine.” You turned to Porco and squeezed his hand. “Feel better, okay?”

“I don’t know, you’re leaving me here, so…”

“It’s only one night, Pock.”

You froze, shocked at how his nickname slipped out so naturally. Porco shot you a shit-eating grin, basking in the glorious sound that was like music to his ears. Screw the bland pain medication; he would rather have the doctor prescribe him this for his recovery instead.

You rolled your eyes before leaving the room. Porco sighed to himself—he already missed you. But he wasn’t completely alone yet. He felt the nurse’s stare and looked up to see her lips pursed together as if she caught him red-handed.

“What?”

“You moved, didn’t ya?”

“It was an accident—ah!”

Porco stayed still for the rest of the night and eventually drifted off to sleep with the most peaceful smile gracing his lips for the first time in months.

Thank you for reading :D

#porco x reader #porco galliard #aot x reader #snk x reader #porco x you #aot imagines #snk imagines #aot #snk

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