#it's just me awkwardly talking to a wall dw

[sharkorok]

heeseung w/ an inexperienced s/o

cw/genre: this is fluff!!! fluff!!, headcanon format, cursing, fboi au, campus au ig…(?), like one dirty joke or whatnot teeheehoohoo, informal writing, that should be it (I think)

requested: X

a/n: this grown man has me so delulu so take this 😋

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-u are well known for being notoriously bad at expressing affection or being in relationships

-you can’t do casual relationships this man once said “hey baby” and you were like “so I think we should lowk end things cuz why u calling me bby…kinda weird dawg…”

-UR JUST SO AWKWARDDDD ITS EMBARRASSING (I’ll write ur character development soon dw)

-anyways so you go to a party and you see heeseung who is notorious for being the craziest charmer ever like he could see an acorn on the ground and seduce it

-he strikes up conversation with you to see what the fuss is all about, he saw a person once talk about how ur so hot w a cold heart but he immediately realized you’re just awkward skssksksks

-he realizes he literally fell in love with you the second he tried to flirt and you were just …? while laughing awkwardly

-so after a month of you flitting around his charming gestures, looking down shyly or avoiding eye contact when he tries to rizz u up, he gets the courage to just straight up ask, “do you like me?”

-and when you explain that u don’t rlly know and u don’t really get into relationships he’s like OKKK LETS TRY THEN!! because he’s so madly in lov w you cuz ur so cute to him

-ok so boom dating!

-he purposely pushes your buttons to see just how much you can squirm, watching you stammer when he has you pressed against a wall gives him a power trip he didn’t think anyone could be this adorable

-and also u as a person…he’s so in love (dreamily)

-no one understands your relationship like, “how does y/n survive heeseung they can’t even say the word baby without cringing”

-ur not innocent or anything ur just new to affection and stuff so it freaks u out a little!!

-he always asks about boundaries before hand or makes sure you’re comfortable when you two are hanging out. the first time you two were cuddling he would ask every now and then if you were alright

-“you just make me nervous, hee” “don’t be nervous baby, it’s just me.”

-you didn’t realize how nice it felt to be loved within your comfort zone, and how nice it was to have someone hold your hand when it was pushed a little

-he’s gonna tease u tho sorry “loser virgin s/o and popular fboi boyfriend what wattpad story are we coming from”

-defends you to death if anyone criticizes the way you two date, he’s happy with you and if anyone tries to say otherwise he’s all up for arguing with them in a parking lot (￣▽￣)

-he loves you so so much and he dgaf about how slow he has to take it!!

-he takes you on lots of different dates to see what you like and what you don’t like, slowly initiates PDA to see if you’re okay w it or what freaks you out, he’s okay w taking the lead

-got him proud when you explain yourself tho, it means he’s doing a good job as your boyfriend if you’re comfortable explaining your boundaries and understanding them!! (in the least patronizing way possible)

-one time you two were making out and you put your hands on his chest, looking up at him and shaking your head, “I don’t think I want to continue yet.”

-and like a good boyfriend he is he reassured you he dgaf and that you two can just cuddle on the couch for the rest of the night or he could sit five feet away from you and not speak!!! whatever you say he listens bae

-never pushes you for affection, it pisses him off when people say the relationship is one sided, he doesn’t get insecure about whether or not you love him dw

-you say “I love you” every now and again later in your relationship to reassure him just in case tho, which is always super special to him and makes him fly over the moon *bawls eyes out*

-I did not mean for this to be this long ok anyways he’s yours and he knows it and your his and he knows that too <3

[lowkeyrobin]

Trevor Spengler meeting a ghost his age that is stuck as a ghost because they doesn’t remember their surname or how they died or where they used to live? Like all the ‘important info’ from their memories is gone? Headcanons or one shot? Maybe he was called to “evict” them from a residence and took them home to try to help them?

oh em gee YESSS YESYESYES I love the gbfandom cause yall r so creative ; also this sounds very familiar to frozen empire LMAO ; dw melody kinda slayed ; phoebe is definitely gay idc ; reader knows how they died but not much else, but dw it's for the plot. it's alright let me go by summerdrive is literally the final part of this lol ; also this is super long compared to my other works. I think its good though lol

TREVOR SPENGLER ; lost soul

summary ; youre a lost ghost with no way around the new way of life you'd found yourself in, and trevor is intrigued by you, and decides to try and help you out

warnings ; language, talk about car crashes/death due to car accidents

disclaimers ; set post-frozen empire, me not knowing wtf mannhattan looks like. there's a hilly kind of area near lincoln park bc I said so

word count ; 2.4k

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The day progressed as usual for Trevor. Wake up, eat, chill out, wait for someone to call, go bust ghosts, come home, eat, sleep and then repeat it all again. Currently, stage five was in progress.

He sits behind Gary in the driver's seat, Phoebe at his side, and his mom in clear view in the front passenger seat. There was no speeding or heavy fight scene, just a calm drive out to a house just outside the main city.

Someone had called in a ghost, I mean, more like a haunting in Trevor's eyes. Nothing was being destroyed, but a very, very apparent ghost had spent the past week sobbing in the attic and banging on the walls.

As he lays eyes on them, he's mesmerized. Their aura is a light blue, contrasting the dark green, brown, and black hues surrounding the attic. They were like a match in the dark. He was attracted to them like a moth to a flame.

He stands on one side of the attic entrance, them on the other. He had to basically turn around to see them on the opposite side of the attic.

He awkwardly and shyly waves, seeing them look back at him, their face contorted to one of discomfort and shock. Tears drip down their cheeks and down onto their neck, scratches and bruises covering their opaque arms, legs and face. A light flickering movement trails down their arms and onto their shoulders and neck, resembling fire.

"Who are you?" They ask, a harsh tone in their voice. Their hands are balled into fists, hanging at their sides.

"Uh, my name's Trevor" He says, showing his empty hands for you, to get some sense that he wasn't here to hurt you. "I'm a Ghostbuster, we got a call that you've been banging walls and stuff..."

They look at him up and down, still thinking this Trevor guy wasn't very trustworthy.

"I just wanna help, okay? What does it take to get you somewhere safer and away from this house?" He asks.

They shrug, unable to hold eye contact. "I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how I'm supposed to move on, I just wanna see my dad again"

Trevor's face quickly morphs into one of solem, feeling the same way as you right now. "I can try and help you move on" He suggests, "Do you know how you... died?"

"Car accident" You answer.

His eyes slightly widened for a moment before answering. "Would you like to come with me? So we can help you move on? We have a lab not to far away, we can try and help you find your way to continue on"

Phoebe, who'd been listening in from downstairs, having been holding the ladder before, speaks up. "We can help you break the fabric and space in time!"

They slightly jump back a bit, not having known that Trevor had guests.

"That's my sister!" He quickly explains, shooting a glare down the ladder towards her. "It's okay, we aren't here to hurt you."

They step forward a bit, the two separated by the hole in the attic floor. They peek down at Phoebe, who gives them a little wave and smile. They look back up at Trevor, who gives them a reassuring yet unsure look, silently urging them to come with him.

"Fine. But not to be experimented on. I just want to see my dad again, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's okay!"

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Forty-four days that the lonely ghost had been staying at a lab where the somberly walked around, trying to remember anything other than their death. What were they meant to do?

They and Trevor had grown close, though.

He'd been working with them one-on-one nearly everyday, trying to figure out who they were, when they died, where they died. They'd grown accustomed to this talk, having it not make them grow sad or angry anymore. They became numb to it, they just wanted to move on.

Trevor made their time here worth it though. He understood them more than anyone else. They wouldn't even work with Lars or Lucky if he wasn't around. Lars would scold them and reinform that if they didn't cooperate that it would only take longer, but they didn't mind at this point. They'd like to stay and hang out with Trevor some more.

The same ripped jeans and sweatshirt they wore when they passed never grew any more deteriorated than it already was, strings and rips never mending themselves. They were still comfortable though, physically and mentally. That last day they spent with their father, they didn't know much about it, but their insides grew warm when they thought about or tried to remember it.

Hours and hours of work was rewarded with Trevor taking them out on a walk through the city and showing them the sights. They enjoyed it quite a lot, and didn't mind any stares or looks, just enjoying the time they were able to spend with the boy.

On one of these walks, Trevor brought up some good news. "I think we found your case, Y/n"

They look over at him, an eyebrow raised.

"We found the newspaper caption of the day after you died, it all matches up." He explains, pulling out his phone to show you a picture. "Car flips over gaurd rail near Lincoln Park, one dead, one in critical condition"

They nod, looking back up at Trevor. "I'm guessing I'm the one who died?"

He nods. "In the article it says your name, and your dad's" He hands the phone over to them, pointing the location as they zoom in.

"Y/n L/n" They whisper. "L/n"

He slows down the pace, seeing the look of pain in their eyes.

"What about my dad? Did he die too?"

He nervously shrugs, not having a definitive answer. They nod, handing the phone back.

"That's a great lead though, we can find out where he is. And maybe that can help us get you into the next realm, or whatever it is" Trevor speaks with reassurance. "I will get you there, I swear that on my life, okay?"

The two stand in front of each other on the empty sidewalk, surrounded by trees and cars passing by. He looks up at them, truth behind his dark eyes.

They chew at the inside of their cheek with a nod, wishing they could just hug him right now.

"Can we go visit where...." They speak softly, trying to ask a bit of a heavy question. That question should've been heavy for them, not him of all people.

He nods with a little smile, planning to go after they went out to eat, or, he did. Ghosts of their kind thankfully didn't need food, just being floating spirits trying to find their escape.

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The dusk had turned to night, the sun having set not long ago, the streets lit up by lights and the moon. The walk towards the crash site was silent while Y/n looked over the newspaper pictures a few times.

2021. That wasn't that long ago, yet it seemed like an eternity.

They approach the dented gaurd rail, right where the car must've flipped. Trevor hangs back, putting his phone back in his pocket after they gave it back. They look down the hill, seeing scraps of metal and tire rubber still laying at the bottom.

Their heart sank as they saw it.

Pieces of the scrap were clearly melted or burned, same with a few trees around the area, the bark charred black from whatever fire must've occurred. That had to have explained the fire on their arms, though they never remembered a fire. They must've died on impact.

Trev stands a few feet away, keeping quiet as he sees them just stare into nothing. Maybe they were recollecting memories or maybe their death or anything else in their life was coming back to them. He didn't want to disturb.

They look at the gaurd rail, sunken down to the ground. Some blood splatters still painted the backside, a little pool of blood staining the concrete.

They, with a smooth pace, walk back to Trevor, holding back tears.

"I want to find my dad. I want to know if he lived or not" They speak, pointing down at the blood. "Please, Trevor. I can't wait around any longer."

He nods. He nearly opens his arms for a hug but stops himself, remembering that he couldn't make physical contact with him.

"I'll come down to the lab tomorrow morning and we'll get to work, okay?"

"Okay"

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The sounds of clicks and keyboard taps echo through the lab. Trevor sits in front of the computer, typing all sorts of variations of their father's name and the city, date, etc into the Google search bar. Y/n stands behind him, watching with caution.

Thank God for True People Search.

F/n L/n, Age 55 - Lives in Manhattan, NY (917)-123-4567.

"Holy shit" The two whisper in unison. They both lightly smile, quickly getting back to the mission at hand.

Trevor clicks on the website, instantly greeted by a picture of Y/n's father. Underneath was his full name, age, date of birth, phone number, and city and state of current residence. Below was more info, like his current address, past and current phone numbers, email addresses, possible relatives, etcetera.

The second person below the possible relatives was a familiar name and age. Y/n L/n, age 17.

"Holy shit, that's you" Trevor states, moving the mouse towards the name. "He's- He's not dead"

They're silent now, staring down at the computer screen.

"What the fuck? I spent all these years thinking he was dead!" They say, slowly backing away from the computer and Trevor, hands on their head as they try and not freak out. "What the hell?"

Trevor quickly stands up, proposing an idea. "What if we call him, and get him to come here and see you?"

They're quiet for a moment.

"I'm scared"

"I'll be right here"

Silence.

"I think this is what will make you be able to move on, Y/n"

They're quiet again, then they nod slowly, taking a little deep breath.

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Y/n sits in the chair Trevor was sitting in before, leg bouncing like crazy due to nerves. The curly haired boy, who thankfully grew out his hair some, was speaking words of reassurance to them. It was already four in the afternoon, the days passing on and blending into each other for poor Y/n.

They couldn't even remember how many days ago it was that The Possessor scared the shit out of them with a chair.

Finally, there's a knock on the door, which Trevoe quickly walks over to answer. They felt like they were going to vomit, if they even could.

"Y/n?"

They quickly look up, hearing the familiar voice calling their name. They'd never felt or heard something so familiar that it instantly warmed up their heart.

Their father stands in the doorway, Trevor in front of him as he walks toward them.

The man walks with a limp, carrying his 200 pound body down the hallway. A bushy beard covered the bottom half of his face, grey hairs peaking out between it. He wore a baseball cap, hiding whatever grey hairs he had up there as well.

Y/n quickly stands up, laying eyes on their father after all this time. They felt their whole core begin to burn as they saw him again.

"Dad?"

He smiles, opening his arms. "Y/n"

They quickly run to him, then almost through him, forgetting they were a ghost. They wrap their arms around him, knowing the couldn't make physical contact. He does the same, arms stiffly heald around each other.

"I missed you so much" They cry, looking up at him. "I thought you died"

The two pull their arms away from each other. Trevor watches a few feet away with a smile.

The older man smiles somberly, "I almost did, Y/n/n"

"Are you okay?" They quickly ask, looking at him up and down.

He sighs and shrugs, "I don't think there's been a day where I've been okay without you"

The burning only became worse, nearly hurting them. They didn't know if it was good or bad but you wanted to enjoy this.

"I love you, Dad"

"I love you too. I'm sorry I failed you" He speaks, tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry for everything"

"It's okay" They lightly smile with a chuckle, the action performed by their surprise, shock and happiness of the situation. "I'm okay. Trevor has been helping me try to find you"

He looks back at Trevor who gives him a warm smile and nod, then back to them. They were beginning the process to fade away. Tiny, microscopic pieces of them began drifting away like leaves against the wind. They look down at themselves, feeling the fading and numbing sensation.

Their father nods, seeing the look of 'I need to speak to Trevor' and 'I love you' mixed in their eyes.

They quickly walk over to Trevor, wrapping their arms around him, still stiffly holding them over his shoulders.

"Thank you, so much. I can't thank you enough, Trev"

He smiles, wrapping his arms around them. "Thank you for trusting me, Y/n/n"

They can feel their body trembling, feeling themselves fade into nothing. They hear and feel Trevor crying a bit, trying to hide it.

"Hey, it's alright, I'll be okay" They chuckle, seeing the boy wipe his tears away as they're no longer halfway-hugging.

"I know" He nods, "Have fun moving on"

They lightly smile, and look back at their father. They hold onto whatever memories they had with both him and Trevor, waving goodbye to both of them as they fade into the oxygen around them.

Y/n's father wipes his tears, looking at Trevor now that they're completely gone, for good this time.

"Thank you for bringing me back to my child. Even if it was only for a moment. I can't find the words to express how much I thank you for that"

Trevor nods, "It's okay. Thank you for bringing such a kind soul into the world, Mr. L/n"

"You can call me F/n, son"

[datingjaeminfr]

+ ONLY ME + LEE FELIX

PAIRING: Lee Felix x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst (maybe? idk I'm not smart)

WARNINGS: Influence of alcohol (Felix x Reader are only tipsy dw), Degrading, Cum play, Dirty talk, Mentioning of exhibiting (idk what word to put instead), Hickeys, Rough sex, (uhm probably smth else that idk so apologies if I missed smth.)

Summary: Maybe you should flirt with other people more often.

Note: I was struggling to write the Renjun fic but I'll be posting the PT.1 of it soon.

Felix sat at the bar, sipping on a glass of soju, when a very drunk Han stumbled over to him. Felix raised a brow, momentarily wondering if he was alright, only to remember he was a lightweight. Placing the empty glass down, he turned towards the older, opening his mouth to speak only to get interrupted. "Hey dude, isn't that your boyfriend, [name], over there?" Han slurred out pointing towards you. Felix glanced over only to do double take upon seeing an unknown guy with you. You were chatting and laughing with a dark haired man that had started talking to you a bit earlier. Even from a distance Felix could easily tell that he was flirting with you. Anger built up inside of him as he watched. "Yes Han. That is indeed [name]." His tone held light anger, an oppose as to how he was feeling.

Han hummed, "I swear I saw him flirting with that guy a bit earlier." His words were jumbled together, "Not sure. Can't remember." He mumbled drunkenly. "Oh really?" Felix questioned, a tight smile apparent on his face. "Mhm," the other responded before whining aloud, "Where's Binnie? I want to see if he wants to prank Chan with me." Felix couldn't help but giggle at his hyung's childishness. "Sorry Hannie, I haven't seen him in a while." Han pouted at his dongsaeng's response. Quickly forgetting what he was upset about he suddenly perked up, parting ways from Felix he raced off energetically to bother Hyunjin.

Once he was gone Felix turned back to see what the situation between you and the stranger was. Rage coursed through him upon seeing that you were, like Han had said, flirting with the taller man. Glaring at him, Felix stood up, stretching. He walked calmly towards the two of you, a blank expression replacing his previous one. Weaving through the crowd, he called out to you as he neared, "[name]!" You turned at the familiar voice, face paling as you spotted your boyfriend. "O-oh Felix, hi." You stuttered out awkwardly due to the fact that you most definitely got caught.

The unknown interrupted, "C'mon babe, this guy isn't important. Lets go do something." A suggestive smirk crossed his sharp features. Felix smirked, an eyebrow raising as he looked between the two of you, "Babe? Not important?" His tone held disbelief that was doused in sarcasm. "Lix please. It's not like that, I promise baby." You cut in, desperation clear in your voice. "Baby?" The other questioned in confusion, tilting his head. "Doesn't seem like it love. To me it looked like you were ready to leave with this... Thing." Felix looked at the man as though he had just found a dead rat in the walls. "Fel-" He cut you off. "No [name]. You made your choice." He turned on his heel, beginning to stalk away. You looked after him with teary eyes. Glancing at the stranger for a split second, you ran after your boyfriend.

"Felix, please." You clung to his arm in an attempt to get him to let you explain yourself. He didn't respond, shrugging you off of him as he kept walking. He headed through the back, stalking into the private room you two had hired. You followed him, tears running down your face, still trying to get him to listen. You had barely shut the door behind you when he slammed you into it, eyes meeting yours. They were full of anger and disappointment, breaking your heart even further. "Why [name]? Why? Am I not good enough? I know I didn't do anything wrong so that must be it." He demanded an answer from you. "N-no you are good enough-" You started. "Then why!?" He yelled.

You couldn't come up with an answer, Felix punching the wall next to your head in anger. Roughly grabbing you, he threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. Your eyes widened in fear, you knew how he could get when in a mood, but this was the worst you had seen. "You know what? If he wants you I'll paint you with my marks. And when you go running back to him, he won't want you. Not with this ugly reminder that you belong to someone else. You'll be forced to come back to me to feel even a little bit wanted." He pinned your body down with his, holding your wrists and stopping you from escaping. Leaning down, he sucked harshly on your neck, bruises already forming as he marked you in every place he could reach. You cried out in pain at how rough he was being.

Ignoring your pleas he ripped your shirt off, the buttons popping as the clothing was tugged from your being. The same happened to your trousers and boxers, the articles of clothing disappearing as though it was simply air. Wrapping a hand around your dick, he suddenly pumped it at an extremely fast pace. Felix kissed you forcefully, shoving his tongue into your mouth, dominating you but without the usual passion he had. A broken moan left your lips, the man swallowing it up hungrily. He squeezed your shaft, tightening his grip without a care about how you felt. A small screech left you at the sudden pain. The salty liquid was running down your face heavier than before, throat sore from sobbing so hard. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes swollen and red, hair already messy and sticking out in different directions. You looked like a complete mess and he had barely even started.

"Stop crying whore, it's annoying. You don't deserve to cry after you were the one that tried to leave." Felix growled out. Your body spasmed rapidly, the muscles contracting and relaxing as he forced you into an orgasm. White strings of hotness covered yours and Felix's chests and stomachs, or in Felix’s case, abs. "Already cumming like the slut you are, huh? Did I tell you to cum?" He demanded, slapping you. "N-no!" You sobbed out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to master! Please master, I promise I didn't!" You cried hysterically, fear causing you to shake uncontrollably. Felix shook his head in dismay and anger, "You just can't do anything right, can you?" He undressed himself, hitting the tip of his cock against your hole teasingly.

Lining up with your entrance, he rested the tip against you. "No! Please no! Felix don't!" You screamed out. "Wrong name." He slapped you again before slamming his hard into you. You screeched in pure pain, "Master! Slow down, it hurts!" He fucked into you at a ruthless pace, almost too fast to be considered human. "Who are you to order me around, slut? You're underneath me, making me the boss of you." He snarled. "Learn your place whore. You're just a bitch for his masters cock. And I'll make sure that's the only thing you're seen as from now on." You were so fucked out by now that you immediately believed him, yet begged him not to tell anyone.

"Why would I need to tell anyone? With how loud you are they probably already know. I bet everyone in the club can hear you." He shamed you carelessly, his lips lifting up into a taunting smirk, "You'd like that wouldn't you? You fucking exhibitionist. You'd love everyone to hear me fucking you senseless on my dick. You want everyone to cover you in their juices until there’s not even a visible patch of skin left to see. You want them to jerk off over you." The tightening feeling in your stomach grew into a massive knot. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Let me cum, I can't hold it." Felix grunted, his dick twitching inside of you. He was close. "You better not cum before I do, cumslut." He spat, his voice was hoarse as he neared the beginning of his orgasm.

"Gonna fill your little hole up. You'll be walking around with my cum in your anus forever. A constant reminder of me. Tell me. Would that rat of yours have ever been able to fuck you like me?" He taunted you, challenging you to so much as try to orgasm before him. The pain you felt made you see bright white. "No! Nobody can fuck me like you can! No one! Only you! Think of you all the time, all day, everyday. Only you. It's always only you." Your confession sent Felix over the edge, releasing endlessly into your abused hole. You clenched around him as you also came hard.

Breathing heavily, you watched as Felix pulled out. He dragged a finger over your swollen hole. You whined at the overstimulation as he gathered the cum that spilt out of you. He mixed it in with the cum on your abs, shoving it back into you. Wiping the rest of it, he sucked it off his fingers, passing it into your mouth with a kiss and forcing you to swallow. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lips. Twirling it around his fingers, he put them in your mouth, watching as you naturally swirled your tongue around his digits.

"You're mine, you hear me? Nobody else can have you. Only me."

[tiredfoxtf]

I actually could use some writing practice and write some oneshots. This would be cool.

[teenandbeyond]

Okay this is kind of dorky but could I maybe have some mikey hc where he meets I guess Casey's cousin or little sister or whatever (the reader) and they're like super quiet and shy at first but after awhile they surprise everyone bc theyre almost just like Michelangelo? Can be super goofy and loves video games, just not very feminine? Idk it sounds kinda silly XP if it doesn't spark anything dw about ignoring it

Michelangelo x Fem. Reader

I have a lot of requests for the same thing so they're a little delayed due to disinterest, but when I finally saw something different, I almost cried. I was so ready, I like diverse requests. I assumed it was a female reader since you mentioned a sister and not being very feminine, but let me know if I'm wrong and I'll re-write it.

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🍕Dudette🍕 (TMNT or Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Warning: Fluffy as a perfect pizza slice, like, 2 curse words, low-key became a one-shot bc I got into the zone

As far as Casey was concerned, you were off-limits to the boys, but...Mikey always had that little rebellious streak.

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One day, Casey let it slip that he had a sister

The guys were literally so confused because he never mentioned a sister before

Mikey immediately wanted to meet you

"Don't even think about it. She's off-limits."

But due to April being eager to meet you and the woman wanting her family to meet you, he relented.

He definitely was cool about it as he awkwardly leaned against a wall, thinking he looked badass

He didn't.

"Hey, sis. My girlfriend really wants to meet you...and her brothers..."

You groaned at your hand, wiping some pizza grease on your sweats, holding your game remote in one hand to continue playing for a moment, "Uh...sure. That's pretty normal at this point, right? You've been dating her a while. Why d'ya you look like you're preparing for a battle royale game? Are her brothers bigger than you or something?

As you stood in front of a group of gigantic turtles crowded together after meeting April, you realized, that, yes, they were much bigger than Casey.

Now you realized why the couple seemed to be trying to ease you into meeting them.

Now, you thought they were exaggerating. You were expecting much worse, like evil ex-convicts that eat brains or something.

But you supposed giant turtles with weapons should've been more concerning to you.

While on the other hand, the brothers were concerned themselves.

Were you nice? Would you be scared of them? Were you just like Casey? Were you like the girls they saw on TV, in the magazines, or like the typical eccentric New-yorker?

But turns out, you were dressed pretty simple, oversized hoodie with a bold pattern, shorts, and combat boots, seemed you weren't a total fashion-crazy girl.

You didn't look like a girl in the typical media, but you were still pretty.

They were confused about whether or not you were scared because you didn't say anything and just barely made eye contact.

Mikey decided to be the ice-breaker, hoping to make you feel a little more comfortable by complimenting you about your look.

"Thanks...I'm [N-name]."

Despite your brother writing you off as shy, Mikey didn't truly think you were at heart. Your fashion sense said differently.

"Mikey, back off."

But telling Mikey something is off-limits is like telling him to do it.

As Mikey decided to introduce everyone and be your tour guide, he ended up hogging most of your time, showing off his art, hoverboard, and anything else he could find.

Until Casey finally found you and dragged you away, but you didn't mind, you wanted to meet April, too.

Then you wanted to come back again.

And again. And this would be the fifth visit.

But this time, there was Pizza and Mikey was playing your favorite game.

"Dude, Pizza and Party Crasher 2? I'm in literal heaven!"

They all were quite surprised by the sudden change in personality, usually, you were much less...talkative.

Mikey snapped out of it first, "You like meat lovers, Dudette?"

"Hell yeah."

"You're totally free to grab a slice."

"Hey, is that Vileior? You unlocked him? Wicked, takes mad skill."

He offered a second remote and a few minutes later you were playing. The playing field was even, you both were good at that game.

Mikey groaned as you both joint-battled a superhero, "Mr. Cool is totally relentless!"

You scoffed, "Jeez, with a name like that, he really needs to get laid.--That's like a username a twelve-year-old playing as fifteen would have."

A totally pretty girl who loves pizza, video games, and isn't afraid to get dirty?

Sorry, Casey. Mikey won't be able to keep you off-limits for long.

[oswincoleman]

Some more info about Jenna Coleman's new "secret" film Jackdaw

I previously shared a tweet from @drwhohome who worked on Jenna Coleman's "secret" new film, Jackdaw. Here are some other things they shared:

I do have photos but Jenna told me not to post them😭 apparently there’s no publicity for the film yet (which is fair enough!)

She was there for 12 hours on Friday and another 12 on the Saturday (roughly!) And back in the studio, she's like the second main cast member on the wall. I couldn’t believe my luck😭😭 I wanted to cry!!!

As far as I’m aware, it’s still filming. But Jenna could be done. I went there three nights - twelve hours each - and she wasn’t there on the third night (just 2 days ago!) she filmed a decent chunk to be honest though! Other cast members are still going though…

[Her costume is] black. I'll give you that. Stealthy! What else can I give you? Ummm. I almost went flying into her a few times during an action scene. That was fun😭 Her Make-Up was fantastic too! Oh gosh. I could maybe post the photo and just blur out her costume?

She did have a stunt double on set. Lovely lady. Couldn’t tell them apart. Motorbikes. Police. Lovers. God, I should stop talking but I need too offload this experience to people who genuinely wanna know 🤫

Oh. No. Don’t worry. All is good. I just don’t think Jamie would want me dumping all my set videos and photos online just yet. When I can tho, I promise I will. I’ve got a lot. But I can happily talk about bits and pieces. Such a wonderful experience! :)

I got a good 2 minute chat. It was me, Jenna and Jamie making a cuppa at the drink stand. I told Jamie how much I loved his directing on Doctor Who and how he should come back and direct an episode with Jenna as Clara again. They laughed (awkwardly I think?) for a little bit. And Jenna was like “I think everyone got sick of me by the end of it” (Talking about her coming back to DW) and I was like “NO! We weren’t sick of you. We loved you” and she just sweetly laughed. Then we got some pics. And I ranted how much I loved her for a bit🤣

I felt so bad for her when she said that. When she responded, you could just tell she ain’t coming back to DW anytime soon. Something about the way she said it to me. Idk man. Hit hard.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Alphabet

AN: Time to murder the Thirsting for Thirteen server. =)

Word Count: 1736

Warnings: smut/lemon, face sitting

Description: DW Kinktober Day 4; Prompt: Face sitting

The Doctor encourages you to try something new that you always wanted to try.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

 "I've always wanted to try the alphabet thing," the Doctor rambled as you entered your newly shared bedroom.

Well, it was mainly your bedroom with how little the Doctor tended to sleep. Still, there were signs that she lived there with you. Bits of broken machinery scattered around on end tables and the desk the TARDIS had added to the room to keep her pilot's tinkering from tripping you. Honestly, most of the Doctor's additions to the room were hazards to navigate around.

"What alphabet thing, Doctor?"

"The one where you say the alphabet against your partner's clit to make them cum! I've always wondered if it is actually effective?"

You smiled at her as her voice trailed off into thoughts that passed so rapidly she couldn't verbalize them. Lips slightly twitching every few moments as if she was about to say something but the thought  was replaced too soon.

"Knowing you Doctor," you waited for her focus on her surroundings to return before continuing. "You'll make your way through more than one alphabet!"

She took your teasing for the lighthearted words that they were.

"Oh, I have enough alphabets in my head to make sure you've cum hard enough -and often enough- to struggle walking when I'm done."

You couldn't help but giggle at the seductive face she was making. She was wiggling her eyebrows purposely to get a laugh out of you. Already you were a lot less intimidated. The Doctor had tried to tell you multiple times that sex should be fun. An expression of love and silly affection, it didn’t always have to be serious and sensual. Yet, you were still often trapped in the mindset of needing everything to be perfect during sex. Of it being a performance on your part where you needed to be the perfect picture of loveliness. It was taking forever to unlearn it, but the Doctor had said she would wait forever for you to be comfortable. You were slowly making progress, the other week you had taken the initiative to ambush the Doctor with fuzzy handcuffs which made her breathless with laughter. You had enjoyed that.

Face sitting, however- was going to be hard to let go and enjoy. You were terrified of “doing it wrong” even if there was no real wrong way. Mind racing with fears of what could go wrong. What if you somehow killed the Doctor? Regeneration due to suffocation during sex would be humiliating to explain. Even just to know it had happened would make you run away for the next hundred years! But you were determined to at least give it a try. You had always wanted to experience it, to know what it felt like.

The Doctor had already thrown off her jacket while you were caught in your own head. She wasted no time in starting to help you strip out of your clothes. Giving kisses to every millimeter of skin exposed. Once your shirt was off she lavished her affection to the crook of your neck, as her hands fiddled with your bra hooks. Kissing, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin. The cold air of the room- and the noise your bra made as the Doctor flung it into the wall once she got it off- was your only sign that your bra had been removed. The Doctor continued to focus on your neck, not even taking a finger to tease your nipples. 

Holding you close, arms wrapped around your waist the Doctor began to unbutton your pants. Hands sliding between the fabric of your pants and underwear to start to play with you. To further relax you with a gentle arousal. You more than approved and told her so with a small moan.

“It’s a delicate maneuver, pleasing a woman. Lucky for you I’m very dexterous and experienced.”

“Oh? Bragging about pleasuring other women while we get intimate, Doctor? Should I be worried I’m dating a playboy in a beautiful woman’s form?”

“Well, you know, all of time and space. I’ve been around,” the Doctor froze as she realized what she said. “Wait- no! I mean I’ve had partners before, you know I’ve had partners before- I never hid that from you. I didn’t mean to imply I was unfaithful when dating- or that I considered any of my partners to be just tally marks on a list. And I- I should really stop talking now, shouldn’t I?”

Laughing, you leaned against the Doctor.

“I was just teasing! I didn’t mean to make you panic so much about hurting my feelings. With how old you are compared to me I’d be more worried if you wanted to have sex and hadn’t yet, old lady.”

“Oi! I’m still considered middle-aged for a Time Lady! I think? I honestly don’t think anyone really kept track back home... we didn’t have birthdays or anything.”

As the peaceful, relaxed vibes returned the Doctor slowly returned her attention to both undressing you and turning you on. Sliding your pants down your legs until they were around your ankles. Kicking them off the rest of the way was just convenient. You weren’t acting eager at all. No ma'am that's how anyone would remove their pants, kicking them off. It took you a while to realize that you were very undressed compared to the Doctor who was still almost her full outfit.

“I know that seeing you without the jacket is almost like seeing you naked in your mind, Doctor but there is a difference.”

The Doctor released her grip on your waist, “well you’ll just have to change that won’t you...”

Smirking you yanked her suspenders off her shoulders in one fluid motion, “oh, I intend to.”

The Doctor helped you to remove her clothes in a rapid hurricane of excitement. Tripping out of her own pants as she fell onto the bed bouncing with a small oomph at the unexpected landing. You laughed as you fell down after her- hands tangled together. Crawling up the bed to get to the pillows the Doctor gave you a face full of ass. Giggling as she spread out her limbs like a starfish as she settled into a comfortable position with her head resting on the pillows.

Your giggles twisted into a nervous tick as you pulled off your underwear. This was going to happen. Shifting onto your knees to hover above her stomach before awkwardly trying to shuffle further up. Kneeling over her face. Would you be able to keep yourself lifted up enough? What happens if you got tired? Or fell when you came?

Hands reassuringly caressed the back of your thighs.

“It’s going to be fine. Trust me.”

You lowered yourself down so that the Doctor’s tongue could reach you. The first little lick she gave startled you. Rushing to pull away, hands gripping the headboard for security before you slowly lowered yourself back down again. It felt nice. Well, it would probably feel more than just nice if you could manage to relax enough to focus on the sensations. Your head was racing with thoughts about how you had to stay up, to not suffocate her.

“Relax,” the Doctor murmured. “I have a respiratory bypass, I don’t need to breathe. So let go of the headboard - good girl- and let me make you feel good.”

Letting go of the headboard you let the Doctor’s hands guide you down onto her face. Your pussy resting against her lips.

“I, just tap if you need me to get up?”

Stretching her hand to reach around your body so that you would see her thumbs up, the Doctor reassured you that she would tell you if you needed to move for her. Fond smile growing on your face you let yourself fully relax. It felt good, strange at times as she really was trying out the alphabet, but good. Subconsciously you found yourself grinding down against her soft lips to get further stimulation. When you noticed you didn’t even try to stop yourself this time. She hadn’t given the signal, and the sounds of encouragement she was making made you feel better about what your body was naturally doing.

You had no idea how many “alphabets” the Doctor had gotten through, there was no way that there were this many letters in yours. Little flicks of her tongue mixed with long lasting licks, the sensations varied with no real rhythm. It made it hard to predict what would happen next. The Doctor never seemed to use the same motion twice. Then you felt her make a pattern with her tongue that was just sinful. Had she moved onto words?

“Oh! Oh, that one Doctor! That feels so good,” you head fell back as she repeated the motions.

Now the Doctor seemed to be focused on using patterns with all of the tongue movements that had made you gasp or moan. It was heaven. Grinding down roughly against her mouth and that glorious tongue. You needed more, you needed to cum. You absent mindedly twitched and rutted as you rode out your pleasure on the Doctor’s tongue. Why had you ever been hesitant or worried that she wouldn’t enjoy this as much as you? You could feel her smile, her satisfaction. It was glorious. 

The moment your body allowed you control again you flopped over. Off of the Doctor’s face and into the spot next to her in your bed. Laying still for a while to enjoy the afterglow. You felt content and satisfied. Next time you would have to have her sit on your face. If the sounds she made meant anything it would be very enjoyable. Without a respiratory bypass, however, the two of you would need to actually be a little bit careful.

Your contemplation on when you could plan to try this out for yourself was interrupted by the Doctor rolling over to cuddle you. Enjoying the comfortable silence until the Doctor softly spoke. Breaking the silence with a sleepy voice.

“It was adorable,” she nuzzled in closer. Her wet, arousal covered lips resting in your hair. You would need a bath later, “ your favorite sensation was me calling you the equivalent of darling angel in Gallifreyan.”

You were too relaxed and sleepy to be embarrassed by that new information. You would examine what that meant later.

“Mhm, love you, Doctor.”

She yawed while answering, “love you too, forever.”

[izukult]

Okok awesome! 🖤🖤 I do have a wide variety in my music taste but artists most in my rotation are definitely Tyler the creator, Doja cat (streets?? Pls on rpt 🤤) and Arctic Monkeys, (pls don’t feel restrained by these artists tho !) very much chill vibes and driving late at night if that makes sense asjfkdkka. Personality wise I’m pretty awkward and fairly antisocial, very much ->🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️😨 but once you get to know me I’m pretty loud and a little much tbh 🤭 like my laugh is genuinely TOO loud lmaooo, and I would very much appreciate it with Kageyama if that’s not too much to ask 😳👉🏼👈🏼 thank you again 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

hello my love. if i hadn’t known you, i wouldn’t have done this any kind of justice. BUT STRAP YOUR ASS IN WIFEY YOU KNOW WHAT IT BE. @chubbybunny111

you and kageyama.

oh god you and kageyama would scare the fuck out of me as a couple. have you seen those memes like boy who doesn’t talk all too much 💖 girl who loud asf? you two. LMAOOO.

definitely you two make fun of each other. on the daily. but, he also grumbles little compliments to u all nervous like. i feel like he would very much like your hair?? like,, it’s so curly,, it’s so pretty,,,, do a fella a favor and let him play with it, yeah?

i’m just imaging you in your straight clothes from high school and him in a disgusting unwashed sweaty ass volleyball uniform😻😻 IM SORRY OK ANYWAY

you two share earbuds all the time. just sittin next to each other in moderate silence with tunes playing.

he is so bad at texting LMAOOO. you’d send an ironic emoji and he’s done for? he just stares at it. blankly. void of any emotion other than confusion.

“i’m sorry did you just send ‘🤕’ after telling me you love me?”

“hey, you’re crying. why are you using 😋 right now?”

i’m sorry for making fun of him but also i’m NOT THATS SO FUNNY.

now, don’t take what i said earlier wrong, he’s not just like oh yes quiet around you (that’s not his personality people need to be better🙄), but when you two are in public he’s not like really affectionate? unless he’s jealous because he is (infact) an insecure bitch, but whenever that happens it feels forced and awkward figure that out kags.

we see the way he acts with hinata like? if he’s comfortable with you he’s going to be loud as fuck there’s no denying it. yall get told to shut up like on the daily?

shares his milk with you😁 not his food tho

LMAOFJAOFJS IM SORRY BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MANS RELATIONSHIP WITH EATING? you ain’t getting between that babe

anyway here’s a fucking playlist for your hot ass i am literally in love with you. i really like this playlist tbh :)

1. sometimes (backwood); gigi- starting off with my favorite song at the moment. this isn’t really completely a deep meaning with the lyrics thing, because this song is pretty sad? i think it’s so vibey. it’s so good. it’s just a gentle, quiet night with the windows open and a full moon. however, like i said he’s insecure and has overthought while listening to this song.

2. breezeblocks; alt-J- mostly just a banger, indeed. you’re driving (i would not trust him behind the wheel? ever?), the lights are super pretty, he’s looking at you from the passenger seat ‘discretely’. he doesn’t want you to go, so those lyrics are accurate, but he’s also not a murderer dw😁 he couldnt

3. i wanna be yours; arctic monkeys- PHEW. OKAY. OKAY JESUS CHRSIT. no because you don’t understand yall are in LOVE? like in LOVE. he probably kisses you for the first time while this shit playing. he also, by default, blushes EVERY TIME THIS SONG COMES ON. such a lil bitch baby🙄

4. sucker; jonas brothers- stop before you say anything this song is unironically so good. i? could imagine you like? terribly dancing to this i dunno. i feel like if you got tobio in the right mood he would jam to some music w you‼��

5. EARFQUAKE; tyler, the creator- i think kageyama was like the kind of guy who mentally was constantly like “i want a gIRLFRIEND FUCK🤬🤬🤬”, but lile also once it happens? svary as fuck. have we not talked about how he does not really like himself much (thinking ab him practicing his smile rn poor baby). so yea, bad self confidence & in love with you. this song. PLUS, it’s a banger.

6. streets; doja cat- you at him lmao. do i have to say anything else?

7. ivy; frank ocean- he would put this song on a playlist for you and then not tell you about the song or the playlist and still get nervous about how youd react lmaooo. however, yknow in movies when like the guy looks at the girl and the music swells? that but with an emo volleyball player and frank ocean

8. redbone; childish gambino- very chill vibes and driving late at night energy. this song plays while yall lay on like ur couch or smth and you’re messing with the ends of his hair and he’s playing videos on his phone with one hand and like kind of awkwardly nervously trying to hold ur hand with the other and he just does the pinky thing thAT WE WERE TALKIN BOUT LMAOO

9. cocoa butter kisses; chance the rapper- i feel like if you were to smoke, this is the song you’d get high to. i don’t have much reason other than that? i can just see this playing in the background as you two exist together

10. my kind of woman; mac demarco- man, you’re really driving him mad🙄 BUT‼️ I THINK? ITS ALRIGHT WITH HIM😳. he’s absolutely whipped and he didn’t even know he had the ABILITY. i feel like you like to prove people wrong, so here’s another instance.

11. casual; doja cat- i know everyone hates getting played, but you feel like you would take a LOTTA precautions to avoid that, including the whole walls up deal. you’re super upfront about it? you’re not like secretly testing the waters, you���re like ‘if ur fucking w me gtfo of my face lol’ but clearly you wouldn’t talk to kags like that (however he’d hurriedly say he’s not a little too loud)

12. afraid; the neighbourhood- ABSOLUTE TOBIO ENERGY (also oikawa energy, i think its so cute that we are married and the mfs we choose to love r rivals). but anywho, absolute MAD tobio energy. yes he also takes out his insecurities with anger don’t actually like he’s not gonna have to work on that lmao

13. sex on fire; kings of leon- arguably one of the best songs to ever exist. he would be like ?!😳 the first time he heard it and youd probably like flick him LMAOFJAODJ this is just a good jam song for you two. he would definitely sing this song with you, don’t care don’t care

14. scary love; the neighbourhood- i’m beginning to think the neighbourhood just has kageyama energy? remind me to look into that later. either way, i’m putting extreme emphasis on this song. this song is completely how he feels. this song is IT. he watches in anticipation as he “shows you it cos it’s a good song”. please just be nice to him (while also bullying him😁)

15. when you were young; the killers- you’ve made out to this song i’m so sorry. MAYBE THATS JUST BECAUSE I THINK THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECTTTTJRJEJTI SONG. god. good fucking music. equal mix of good song and the lyrics hitting

[hailbop1701]

25 Days of FicMas

December 20th prompt: A soulmate on Christmas

Word Count: 1,541

My Soul In A Dream...

I don't think I'll ever be really satisfied with my writing so I can only hope I didn't do a horrible job 😅 I know nothing on how the Red Cross does their disaster response so if I got it wrong I apologize! On another note, if anyone would like to foster a one-shot work of mine to use as a base for a longer fic please do so! I won't get mad just let me know if you do....cause I'd want to read it. 🤣

-H❤🖖

John Kennex wasn’t sure where he was, all he knew was that it was damn cold. John looked around curiously at his surroundings, snow was falling rapidly causing him to shiver again. John crossed his arms over his chest, his breath came out in white puff, “what in the hell…” he whispered as he walked what felt like a never-ending ending forest. A familiar lake came into view with a bookstore nestled against it, “That’s not supposed to be there,” he murmured moving forward. Knocking the snow from his boots John slowly opened the shop door and was greeted with a homely warmth and the soft tones of Christmas music. Cautiously John closed the door behind him causing the bell above the door to ding loudly. Kennex winced and the sound of something crashing to the ground made him tense, “Hello?” a voice called out nervously. John moved his hand to where his gun is meant to be holstered; nothing was there. That’s when you peeked around the corner clutching a paperback to your chest, your eyes were wide, “Who are you?” You and John asked at the same time. You covered your mouth with your book stifling a laugh and John couldn’t help but smile lightly. “I guess I might know what this is,” he murmured stepping a bit closer. 

You nodded looking at your shoes, “I wasn't expecting this around Christmas time,” you muttered scratching your head awkwardly. Looking up again you saw John’s confused look, “I- it was spring…” he trailed off. You grimaced, “Time moves differently here, I figured out I  was in a coma,” you said quietly. John choked on a gasp, “I-that-I remember...the raid and you’re here because of me,” he whispered horrified. “I had guessed you were a cop,” you said and John was shocked to see you weren’t upset. He gave you a quizzical look; you simply shrugged and smiled. “You help people. So do I, just a bit differently,” you chuckled dryly. Kennex cocked his head to the side and you lead him further into the bookstore, shelves lined the walls, and chairs were scattered around the small store.  You sat curled up on one end of a cushy looking couch and watched as John sat on the other. He turned to face you silently waiting for you to continue, “I had just left Japan and landed in London, at the time it was spring, yes. But I can periodically hear people talking to me and of course the music. The music is coming from what I imagine is my hospital room,” you said smiling sadly. John couldn’t help but feel guilty, “I-” he began but you waved off what would have been an apology. “There’s no need to be sorry,” you held out your hand which much to his surprise John immediately took. “I’m (Y/N),” you introduced yourself with a smile; “John,” 

John spent a good while talking about his job and his life in the city, once he got over the whole “sorry but you’re in a coma,” thing. You sat listening enthralled in what he was saying. “How do you help people? You mentioned that you help people differently,” he asked, you hummed and leaned forward so your elbows were resting on your knees. “I’m a responder for Red Cross International. I go in and help people in disaster-stricken areas around the world-” you shrugged a crooked smile on your lips, “I wanted to travel and help people so I volunteer my time when I’m working as a paramedic,” John whistled and smiled ruefully. He held up his hands in surrender, “you win,” he laughed, you rolled your eyes. “It’s not a competition John,” you laughed and John shook his head, “No really, that is amazing. You win every single award in the ‘my soulmate is a badass,’ category,” 

“Okay now you’re just being ridiculous,” you snorted hiding behind a couch pillow. “Will we remember any of this?” you asked sadly after the laughter died down. John opened his mouth but closed with a click, “I don’t know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I-want to remember. I can’t even remember what happened to me! I didn’t realize I was even in a coma. I just remember walking through the wood and I found this place,” he ranted suddenly pacing back and forth in front of the couch. “ I was wondering what the frozen lake was all about,” you said dryly trying to ease his tension. John huffed a laugh despite himself, “My dad used to take me out ice-fishing when I was a kid,” he murmured almost forgetting his earlier panic. He turned to you gesturing to the store around you; chuckling you looked around yourself, “My all-time favorite place when I was growing up. Mrs. Howard made the best cookies!” though all you could smell was antiseptic. 

John sat down heavily on the coffee table in front of you, “We’ve forgotten before,” he guessed and you had to shrug, “If we hadn’t found each other earlier then yeah I suppose we’re not ready. You know how it works John,” and the man put his head in his hand. You hesitated to reach out, finding your resolve you ran a hand through his hair. Looking up at you with his dark green hazel eyes,  “I want to remember you,” he growled in frustration. You took the opportunity to cup both of his cheeks, “then we’ll keep dreaming until we do remember,” you breathed. John took your hands in both of his, “I-” John choked and you gasped. The world tilted and things around you began to crumble, getting quickly to your feet you looked to see the bookshop falling apart. John pulled you close so you would stay together but it felt everything was being sucked out an airlock. “John!” you shouted as you were being lifted into the air. The force was pulling you both apart; you in one direction and he in another. “(Y/N)!” he felt you slip from his arms and he quickly grasped your wrists keeping you both suspended. “I think it’s time to wake up,” you said and John shook his head, “I promise I will remember you!” he shouted. Smiling tearfully you nodded, “I believe you,” you slipped from his grasp into the swirling dark. 

One Year Later: 

You knelt by a woman with a deep laceration on her temple, gently you placed gauze on the bleeding wound before writing on a pad of paper. Handing her a yellow note you pointed to a far off tent, “You can get someone to help you stitch that up over there. Stay in bed until a doctor clears you. A head wound like that needs to be looked after,” you whispered to her in broken Greek. Getting the gist the woman nodded slowly in understanding, one of the other aid workers lead her in the right direction keep a hand held out in case she needed any help. Smiling sadly you worked your way through the disaster zone with a medkit dangling by your side. “Hey (Y/N)! The new volunteers are here!” your friend Grace called out running up to you. Nodding you pulled your hat down further to cover your eyes hoping to shield them from the burning sun. “Bring them out here! We still have this entire section to clear!” Grace gave a thumbs up before running off again holding her hard hat to her head. Sighing you carefully work your way through the rubble of what you assumed were houses. “Earthquakes,” you grumped with a slight scowl. Checking the collapsed house with the latest in disaster relief tech (Taken from ground-penetrating radar) you pursed your lips, taking a spray paint can from your belt you marked the house indicating that there were no survivors. 

Four hours and thankfully multiple survivors later you leaned against one of the trucks that had carted in all of the supplies, “Excuse me Ms.?” a gruff voice called out to you. Taking a long swig of water you looked up to see a handsome stranger, one of the new volunteers if you had to hazard a guess, “Can I help you?” you asked with a smile, the man gave you a crooked one in return. Despite taking a long drink your mouth became dry and your heart sped up. “Are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”  he pulled up his ballcap a little so you could see his dark hazel eyes. You tilted your head curiously, “That’s me,” the man grinned like he already knew the answer to that. He glanced over his shoulder at a good looking African man with ocean blue eyes. An android you concluded, ‘how odd,’ you thought amused. The man turned back to you still grinning like he won the lottery, “I’m John Kennex,” he held out his hand to you. Surprising yourself you took it without even thinking, “Nice to meet you John. First time volunteering?” you asked with a grin of your own. John chuckled hand still firmly clasped in yours, “A uh-a friend from a while back sort of got me into it,” he said with a shrug.  

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I AM 100% SURE ABOUT YOU TALKING ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU HAVE IN MIND, and dw!! i actually love hearing your thoughts

JFDHGJKSHDKJGHKD alright, i shall share the current cause of my brainrot and note, it is lightly suggestive but i do not go into detail for the sake of my own sanity :>

alright so after thinking about the whole day, and i mean, THE WHOLE DAY (blame lia, natalia, zella, and far for putting me on this), but SMOOTH KEIJI. he has been on my mind the whole day and he is driving me crazy because it works so well and yet it is so....teasing...in nature and it is just so — you get my drift?

he also works flawlessly in every au and him being so sly and yet only for me, manages to drive me up a wall because if i think about it, it will continue to spiral (and let me provide an example)

in this one fashion designer au that i manufactured with my friend far this morning at like....4:50-5 am, i was the fashion designer for keiji who was the model and we had this fun group sort of setting, but he would basically be there and we would have so much tension simply because of the slowburn mutual pining trope but having a crap ton of chemistry that just is left unresolved until later :>

and specifically smooth keiji comes into this because he smirks and says things to me ON PURPOSE because he knows i'd be flustered by it and then i would be there and just fjhgkshkghfkdjhg but then i would get the one up on him somehow, i know i can. smooth keiji also has another set because apparently he would sneak me off at office parties and then my thoughts go all over the place.

oh yes and how can i forget the twister game at parties. he would end up on top of me because my moots rigged it (multiple have agreed on this) and then it would just me awkwardly and flusterdly greeting him BUT HE SMIRKS AND SAYS "hello there" and my heart just goes WHOOSH

oh my goodness and the content i was sent today by lia, zella, and natalia had me blushing profusely because HELLO HE DID WHAT and it was just....wow it was awesome but it was also so blush inducing it took me forever to recover from that ;) but then yes that

i have more for this but i am rambling but in conclusion

smooth keiji has my heart going WHOOSH dhjkghskjhgkj

[monohart]

stardust. (idol!au)

ft. huang renjun, failure and a secret relationship.

i’m back after a long break, haha. this was an old writing that had been sitting up in my drafts for a while... happy 2019! please spend this year showing more love to renjun. :)

thank you, and enjoy!

when you were cut from the line up for sm’s new group renjun was 100 times more devastated then u were

u were like hey rj cmon don’t worry i’ll be fine??? i’m sure i can audition for another company or smth?? or wait for the next unit debut??

u even jokingly said maybe u could debut in an nct unit but he couldn’t bring himself to smile

and your chest :(( hurt :(( from seeing him so hurt ;;;

ofc for as long as you remember y’all had been talking about both debuting under sm at the same time so y’all could be chasing your dreams and not be too far away from each other

but that plan failed when renjun debuted first with nct dream and had his schedule Packed w nct promotions and concerts and stuff

he and the other nct guys would sometimes let u sit behind the camera in vlives

this one time omg

(( ok so refer to this for a visual :) ))

u sat behind the camera in the chenle jaemin renjun react to baby don’t stop vlive

even though u were hella scared to be kicked out chenle was like HEY DW I’LL FIGHT ANYONE WHO THINKS YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THERE OKAY

so u snuck out of your practice session slightly earlier to watch them

renjun was so excited u were there but obvs he had to keep it together for the live

then!! lolololol rip your manager found out u snuck out of practice and found u in the room and pulled u out of the room

(u kno that moment when they all looked behind the camera and then turned down the music.. yeah issa bc ur crazy manager almoST ruined the mood)

manager scolded u outside the room for a good few minutes and then told u to get yourself together

and u stood outside the room for a bit longer after manager left

and u were literally about to leave but then guess who u ran into!!!

chittaphon knew about u and rj since the day he met u and him both

it was kinda funny really bc u and rj stood rly awkwardly next to each other at this company event a few years ago and y’all were standing around the other dreamies and some other trainees and suddenly renjun’s hand brushed the side of your leg and u glance at him and he smiles at u and u look away smiling

AND chittaphon, who happens to be taking a nice long sip of his soda SEES THIS and spits his soda out

accidentally sprays soda onto jeffery’s back

but yeah thats another story

anyway!!!!

ten sees u sulking outside the door and peers in and sees renjun and hears bds

u know that smile smirk ten does when he knows whats Up™.

yeah he does that and be like

“eyy why don’t u go in???”

then u give him a breakdown of what happened with skipping practice and being caught by the manager

and hes like :o

but chittaphon is chittaphon so he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back into the practice room and hides you in a corner just out of view

and then he sneaks onto them!!

then jaemin... quick-eyed, lovely doe-eyed jaemin... sees u hiding and nudges renjun ever so slightly

he sees u and before he gets flustered ten’s all over him asking how the mv was and flustered rj tries to keep his cool while showering chittaphon w compliments

and u know how ten looks at him like That :^)

and jaemin keeps peeking over their shoulders

yeah :))

OK I SPENT TOO LONG DESCRIBING THIS

but anyway, on that night u were cut from the line up

after the news got to him he sits down and was just like

:(

because he knew how much debuting meant to u and

and... YOUR DREAMS TO BE TOGETHER :(( debuting together and always being close to each other

and u mentioned before that if u dont debut in the next five years u prolly would quit the entertainment industry

maybe go back to school and study some or idk work in a less chaotic industry

in that moment he remembered what u said and was a little heartbroken too

he tried to find you in your usual practice room but u weren’t there and he shouldn’t be loitering around so he gave up and let you have some space

bet u he sulked all the way home

you had travelled back to your dorm because u needed some time alone oof

it took u a good few hours to deal with the news and when u were ready to talk about it again, it was like 3am but u still gave his mobile a call

he picked up on the second ring and said to meet him outside your dorm in a few mins and y’all can go take a walk or smth for some fresh air

so u guys go to the park for a nice quiet walk in the dead of night hhh

u had so many things to say but mostly u were worried with your relationship w him and how y’all were supposed to balance that out given his priorities with nct and you as... just a trainee...

u didnt have to explain anything or other bc he suddenly goes

“what if we went public with our relationship?”

u look up at his face that was hidden behind a mask and his glasses

u deadass thought he was kidding but his that look in his eyes were like hella serious

“just think about it for a second. maybe we don’t have to bring it to the fans, but at least let the company know”

and u were like no way they’ll just do anything to keep yall apart

he didnt answer after that and not too long later yall started heading back to your dorm

it was almost 5am and the streets were still dark and renjun had an arm around your waist and you leant against him and yall walked slowly bc honestly u guys haven’t slept a wink and its been a Really Long day

your dorm was a street away from his

actually he stops about a street or two away from your dorm bc another idol group also lived in the same building as u and there were always sasaengs and people w cameras outside your dorm

u were a trainee so it didnt bother u but renjun was renjun :,)

plus he actually wanted sum privacy so he could kiss u.. so...

hsaksdnd

there was a narrow alley just around the back of the apartment block next to yours

u would never go there alone kasdnj it was scary at any time of the day

tbh

u wouldn’t go even if someone was there with u

maybe it was the heat of the moment or u were just so down that day

it didn’t rly bother u when renjun gently backed u up against the wall and hugged u n took off his mask n buried his face in the crook of ur neck

and that immediately put a smile on your face ur like baby wyd its 5am

hes looks at u like :(( and says “i miss u” in a quiet quiet voice & in his mother tongue

u knew what it meant and hearing him say it in chinese made you uwu to mars

then he showers u with like tiny tiny butterfly kisses and he wraps his arms around u to make u feel safe and warm

which u do!!

he holds u up too when ur knees buckle a bit but then just continues kissing u hehehe

its all sweet and innocent but his kisses last just a tiny bit longer each time, as if hes scared that you’d run away

after he finishes kissing u he meets your eyes and u literally watch his orbs go all soft and he hides his face in your neck again while u mutter about how much of a big baby he is

the goodnight was!!!

the hardest thing y’all had to do omg

he literally didnt want to let u go

and when he did and when u started walking toward ur building u kept looking back, wanting him to head off but he didnt and stood there waiting for u to go in

and u didnt want to go in without knowing he was on his way home and was safe on the walk back wdf it was almost 6am

then when u were almost at the door u saw he hadn’t moved an inch

so u run back to him

he was still standing at the spot where y’all parted - which was a few streets down and out of sight

he scolds u for running back out but he smiles when doing so and u snap his mask back onto his face and kisses him over the mask like 200 times and u couldnt see but hes like dying from the giggles

anyway eventually y’all go home :,) it just took forever :,)

the next day u head to the building in the afternoon to catch up on some sleep

u were a bit guilty to find out renjun went back to work at 7am which meant he practically didnt get any sleep

y’all brush shoulders in the cafeteria but he was walking w hyuck and his manager so u couldn’t stop and chat

tho u couldn’t help but notice his manager steal a glance at u when u walked by and he had this really weird smile on his lips

made u go like huh.,, maybe he recognises me from the many Brief encounters yall had before

anyway u were doing some vocal and keyboard practice later in the afternoon when the door to the private training suite opened and two loud boys stumbled in

made u rly surprised bc u never expected it to be them??

it was taeyong and winwin??

they were both looking at u like :))) as if they did something great :))

taeyong introduces himself formally but you’re like ,, um u know we’ve met before at this function and hes like OH,,, sorry

anyway they were there to tell u how renjun couldn’t shut up about u since he went back to the dorm last night and now all of nct knows about everything to know about u and him (if they hadn’t already)

you’re just like .,, oof what embarrassing stuff did he say

they’re like NO ALL NICE STUFF,, a bit cringey at times

but !! nct wanted to help u

so earlier today

johnny and jaehyun spoke to their managers and night night producers and asked if they could hire a third radio dj - yknow someone who also speaks english and is really nice and entertaining and funny and cool like u are!!

that idea is now In The Talks

winwin brought up a variety thing china line and their managers had been thinking about for a while and also asked if they could consider u

nct managers be like ok so who actually is this trainee and why are all 18 boys obsessively asking to include her in nct activities

later that day when u see renjun again he was just heading off but he came around your practice room to see u before he left

thankfully u were the only one left at practice as the others were away busy preparing for their debut or smth :,)

u didnt hear him come in bc u were sitting in the middle of the room on the floor scrolling replying to week old texts oop hehe

renjun sneaks up behind u and hugs u from behind and kisses your cheek

he got a bit scared when u didn’t respond as explosively as he thought... for a second he thought he got the wrong person poor bean he was so nervous hhh

you chuck your phone aside and tackle him and he falls onto his back and yall kinda lay there on the ground for a bit

and you told him about taeyong and winwin visiting u and he just smiles

“you inspire me.”

“me? inspire you? you’re huang freakin’ renjun, and i, of all people, inspire you?”

“yeah”

“don’t understand u sometimes”

he turns his head to look at u and u turn to look at him and he kinda just admires you for a while then reach over and touches your cheek

it wasnt even a sweet caress or anything he literally just

touched

your cheek

“renjun what the heck”

then he laughs and u laugh and u snuggle against him and for the first time that week both of u feel completely at ease bc even though the dream u guys shared at the beginning was completely shattered,

y’all would still find a way around it

and knowing so many people around u still supported u guys meant so much

especially to renjun bc u were his everything and he’d do anything for u

and i mean it!!!

[peachiejihoonie]

[tbb]  kim donghan - you wish

before...

As you were about to unlock the door, a messy couple is flung into the room, and you’re slammed into the wall behind the door. They don’t seem to notice you as the boy’s foot swings the door closed.

Awkwardly, you slide out of the room, praying not to ruin there oh so romantic moment while sighing. Where was your hook up? Your fun and games? There was no such thing as enough fun.

Walking back out in the main party, you attempted to look for your friend again. Of course, she was back with her not-so-sober upperclassman sorta-not-really friend. This time though, they were dancing, more so grinding on each other.

As you were about to stop her from regretting her actions the next day, someone had interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh cmon, let her have some fun,” turning around to see donghan, a red solo cup in his hand, his voice as distinct as ever even with the loud music and talking people.

Donghan didn’t quite anger you, more so, sparked an interest in you. Though he was quite the sleaze, you couldn’t help but wonder about him. You knew he was quite the hoe, with interests such as hooking up, being free, and partying. However, there was this tension between you two that you both couldn’t quite ignore.

The two of you never acted on it. When at parties, he’d just glance at you, looking you up and down. at school, his eyes would wander only to meet yours in the silent classroom of heads ducked down, doing the tasks given. In the hallways, his sweet smile would only flash for a millisecond and then he was back in the conversation he was in, his shoulders just sweeping past yours.

But today was different. tonight, his tucked in white shirt and too tight ripped jeans weren’t letting you breathe.

Yes you.

And so as he made your way towards you, you couldn’t stop your smirk from growing as well.

“I’m just trying to help a friend out” you shot back.

“Then why not help me out?” the gap between you two grows shorter and shorter, but you weren’t gonna let it shut, not yet.

“You wouldn’t need me to find someone to fix your problem,” you step back, spine against a wall. “ You have a line of girls to pick from, am I right?”

“And I’ve decided on you tonight,” He’s leaning into you now, his eyes never leaving yours, embedding a fire through you.

You searched for a remark but your throat tightened, unable to spit it out as his hand reaches behind you. His eyes finally let yours rest as his, lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. the music had suddenly disappeared, people weren’t existent, and it was just the two of you and the wall.

“You’re mine tonight” his hot breath sends a cold gust down your spine, but it didn’t make the heat in your stomach disappear.  

He pulls away from you ear to meet your flushed face, and the tension is thicker than it has ever been. never have you ever even been within this proximity with him.

But one night couldn’t hurt right?

Then, his lips are on yours, steady and smooth. His force has your head against the wall and his hands are trailing down your shoulder and to the hem of your shirt. His finger plays with ends, only to have them slip underneath the shirt, doodling little circles against your hip bones.  

He’s about to pull your shirt up but you place your hand on his to stop him. As he pulls away, your smirk regains its place to meet his confused eyes.

“You wish,” You taunted as you ducked under his arms to escape. “Maybe next time.”

Before he could respond, he had already attracted a crowd. His growing boner definitely wasn’t ignored but all he could do was scoff and lick his lips as the last strands of your hair disappeared within the crowd.

Figuring out what to do next, you spotted your friend race towards, excitement lined her eyes and smile. Her hair was questionable frazzled and her previous interaction seemed to have gone somewhere.

When she makes it to you…

[She drags you to the kitchen for some drinks]

[She drags you the dance floor]

hahahhaha hello to my new abundance of followers :-) i know i said i was gonna post all the demigod aus (which im working on dw!!!!!) but i recently joined a writing group so yea heres my part in it, make sure you read them in order which you can find @smols-n-tols (once it’s all organized lol) hope you guys enjoyed it!! :-)

and also im admin woojin :-)

[jwnchstr]

I Want You, in silent [DW x Reader]

Title: I Want You, in silent

Pairing: Dean x Nurse!Reader

Summary: As a nurse, you see too many faces a day. But you remember Dean. After a few months, Dean and Sam are back to your town for their job. Turns out, you and Dean have someone more in silent.

Word count: 2,267 (MW)

Author’s note: Sorry for the bad summary, but whatever. This story is inspired by Captain America: The Winter Soldier, the ending scene between Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. I adapted Nat’s line, “Will you do me a favour?” and altered her next line, though I wanted a bad ending – the same ending with CA. Btw, you can go to my Wattpad account for more SPN fanfic. Sorry this is unedited.

You and Dean have known each other, but you have only met him only one time on this one day when he just got back from his job. He’s got scratches and bruises on his face and his knuckles were bloody. When you asked how did he got that injuries, he simply told you that he’s got into a minor accident and that nobody got hurt too badly including his little brother.

You admired his bravery for whatever accidents he got into. You do not know why you happened to feel that, but looking at him and deep into his eye, you saw that he welcomes to everything in order to save someone’s life. That is how you remember your patients. While you remember your previous patient was kind of sensitive to medicine, Dean was the good brother who still does not know that his little brother is not little anymore.

The hospital is busy as always. You just finished washing your hand in the toilet. Your hands were bloody for helping a little boy. A rusty nail got stuck into his leg and you were helping the doctor to take it out while coaxing the little boy with his mother. You exited the toilet and wanting to get back to your department when you heard a person’s loud cry from this particular room.

You were curious as a cat. But the first thought that came into your head was not because you were familiar with the voice, but with what kind of trouble the patient got into. Although you have a rank, but you cannot simply do another person’s job.

You saw your patient a few months ago, sitting on the hospital bed with a nurse in front of him, patching his wound on his shoulder. Although he was strong, but while the nurse cleaning and patching his bruises on the face, he hissed and mad a face. You knew, if the hospital is allowed to bring a beer, he would be drinking one.

“Dean Winchester,” you called him. You were leaning against the wall, with your arms crossed on your chest. The nurse was surprised to see you there, afraid, as well, she did something wrong. “Ha, I can’t believe I see you again.”

Dean looked up to you. He seemed like he didn’t recognise you for a moment, until you gave him a look that could remind him of you. It was your eyes actually. He thought the way you look at him was different.

“Oh, you. Hey,” he said, not remembering your name, unfortunately. But you did not blame him because you only saw each other for one day.

“That’s okay, Nancy. You can go,” you told the young staff nurse. When you said that, she appeared relieved for you did not blame her for any wrong doings. She exited the room excitedly, did not want to get involved with anything with you two.

Then, you turned to the Winchester. “You got a job here?” you asked, still did not know what his real job is. You did not actually care, though, because you know everybody has their own private life.

Dean smiled at you. He did not actually remember if he ever told you about his job, but he thought not because you did not say ‘hunt’. “Yeap. And you still work here, huh? What’s your name?”

“(y/n),” you answered his question. You were not a little bit offended when he asked you your name, because the last time you guys met, Dean was not as flirty as he is with other girls.

“Right. So, uh, am I good to go?” Despite the bruises and wounds on his face, he looked cleaner and a little yellow because of the iodine the last nurse patched him.

You chuckled at him as you shook your head for his childish behaviour. Dean looked at you in confusion thought he still had a smile on him. “Yes, you can go now,” you answered his question. “Your bill is probably up by now.”

“Oh, good.” Dean stood up. He took his jacket awkwardly and slowly with the good shoulder. You gave him an excess to walk out of the room.

The next three days were pretty simple happened in your life. It means, you woke up in the morning, having breakfast, and then go to work. Or if you have a night shift, you’d be tidying up your house in the morning or do some grocery shopping. You are living alone in the house, so you do not need much kitchen stuffs because you usually dine at a restaurant somewhere when you’re so tired.

During these three days, you kept on bumping into Dean Winchester. It was weird for the both of you. At some random time, you’d be seeing him at the grocery store. Some other random time, you’d be seeing at a burger stall. And then, you saw him with Sam at a police station. And now, you’re seeing Sam Dean with another woman at your neighbourhood. This time, you were really curious because the woman was your friend.

“Annie?” you called the woman. Three of them were bundled up at the porch of her house. Annie sat in between the men. She looked scared.

Three of them looked up to see you, and Annie quickly, practically, threw herself at you and hugging you tightly. You did not know what happen, but Annie sobbed on your shoulders for a very long time and all those times, both of you were standing. You tried hard to console her, to keep her calmed down before you began to ask what happened to her.

Finally, when Annie stopped crying, you brought her to sit back down. Dean stood up and gave his seat to you. As he leaned against the wooden pillar, with his arms and legs crossed like he was having a photoshoot session, he watched at you asked Annie.

“What’s wrong, Ann?”

“My boyfriend,” she croaked. “He- he’s dead.”

“What?” You looked up to the brothers as if asking for their confirmation. “How? Did someone kill him? Road accident or something?”

“Something,” Dean answered for Annie for she looked like she did not know what to answer to Dean.

“I’m sorry?”

“Something killed him.” Dean sighed and relaxed himself. From crossing his arms on his chest, he shifted to shoving his hands into his jeans.

“What do you mean ‘something’?” You glanced in between Sam and Dean, hungry for explanation. You cannot see your friend lives a miserable life. Not knowing what killed your boyfriend really hurt like hell.

“We think there is a ghost haunting Annie’s house,” Sam answered for the three of them.

“And we think the ghost wants Annie.”

You recoiled, half-heartedly laughed at Dean’s not-so-really a joke. “A ghost wants Ann?”

As you waited for their answer, you saw how Dean and Sam looked so hard on you. The brothers were sharing glances that told you there was something that you yet don’t know about them. Sam looked reluctant to open his mouth, meanwhile Dean was battling either to tell you or not. Whatever it is, it makes you wonder about Dean’s job now because nobody ever talked seriously about a ghost except them.

No longer after that, after watching Dean a few more minutes, Sam finally said, “Hey, Annie, let’s get you inside. Have some hot chocolate or something. It will help.” Without protesting, Annie nodded her head in agreement, and Sam and Annie left, leaving you and Dean alone.

You were confused as to why would Sam does that? You are wondering, and questioning about Dean’s job and his life cycle, but why would Sam leaves you two alone like, in private? You did not know how the brothers work on their secret code, but you knew there must be something that is happening between you and Dean because you have two older brothers that are really closed, and they act like that.

“Dean?” you called for his attention once you heard the door clicked. “There’s something you want to tell me?”

“Sam and I, we’re, uh,” Dean began as he took a seat beside you. “We’re hunters.”

“Like what? Hunting deers? Bears?”

“No!” Dean actually laughed for how stupid you sounded when you thought he and his brothers are hunting animals. Though he cannot blame you for that. It’s just that, the way you said it was funny to him. “We’re not that type of hunters.”

“Then, how?”

“Supernatural,” Dean opened up to you. “We hunt demons, ghost, werewolves.”

“Werewolves?” You chuckled. “There are no werewolves. There is no such thing as demons and ghost or whatever that is.”

“Well, trust me, there are,” Dean said with a smirk on his face. Usually, he’d be having a rough conversation with a person who needed to be saved. Meanwhile, here, it felt odd for explaining his jo to someone who is as calm as you, and in a very calming situation. And Dean felt weird for having this soothing conversation.

“Oh. I guess I should the Bible more, then.”

Dean did not comment anything on that because he knew he had no rights to. And he knew who he is. You are someone who has a good job with legal payment, meanwhile him? He and Sam are close to as a hobo. They don’t have a long-term home. They don’t have money. They don’t have a life. Dean knows you are someone to be respected.

You and Dean do not have any conversation later on. Dean seemed very awkward. He wanted to talk to you more, but you looked busy. You were on your phone, checking text messages and voicemails and emails. Although you could do that at home, but you had to now because you are needed at the hospital.

“I have to go,” you said while your eyes are still on the phone as you stood. Dean followed.

“Wait, where are you going?” You did not see it, but he looked sad.

“The hospital. They need me.”

Dean took time to accept that, and by the time he did, he nodded his head slowly, looking everywhere but you.

“See you later.” You turned to get to your car, but what Dean said next stops you.

“I don’t think there’ll be any ‘see you later’,” he said with a nervous smile. Well, it took every energy in him to say that. He was so afraid of the thought that you might laugh at him for indirectly asking you out.

“Oh.” Your face changed. To be honest, you didn’t want to see him go. You’re used to seeing him everywhere now. “Alright, then. I guess this is a goodbye?”

Dean couldn’t hide his expression that he looked very disappointed when you say that because he thought you’d be asking ‘why’ or ‘please, don’t leave.’ But, oh, well, the truth always hurt.

“Yeah, I guess.”

You both smiled at each other. Dean still looked sad and disappointed, though he tried to mask it with his sweet smile. It hurt you to see him like that. A brave and strong man could show his affection towards a nurse like you. For you, you’re just a nurse and you don’t deserve a guy like him. You know he needs attention by looking roughly at his personality, but your job is inconsistent. You cannot be asking him if he’s okay 24/7. You’re a chief nurse. You have a lot of work to do.

That is mainly the reason why you refused to approach him the second time you met him at the hospital because you cannot give what he needs, and that is a love from a woman. Even though after seeing him too many times, you cannot be too close with him. In fact, if it wasn’t because of Annie, you won’t be talking to him today.

You descended the short stairs at Annie’s porch, hugging yourself while thinking if you made the right decision. Someone who looks like Dean is easy to find, but someone like him doesn’t. And to find someone who wants you for who you are is not easy either. But you’d rather be single until you die than being with someone who wants your money.

Dean’s eyes didn’t blink at all as he watched you walked to your car. Until one moment when you stopped in the middle, like you’re making a life choice to either choose right or left. Dean stared at you as you turned around to him.

“Will you do me a favour?” you started, still hugging yourself. Your hair falls on your shoulders just like how Dean likes it to be.

Dean did not answer, but you did not care. You continued.

“Give me a call when the case with Ann is done.”

With that, Dean smiled widely. “And your number might be?”

“Ask Ann. She knows.”

And then, you left.

[awkwardbystander]

mobweek 2k19 ch 1; laser tag 2: the electric boogaloo

“Mob!” Tome vaults the wall and lands beside him, grin accentuated by the circles on her cheeks. “Reigen and Shou are a couple feet away from us and if we get up to that one huge wall they’ll be sitting ducks!”

Shigeo nods as Ekubo separates from Tome. “Ekubo, did you see where Ritsu is?” he asks.

“Yeah, he was over with Onigawara and Teru near the entrance,” Ekubo says.

“I can try to corner them for you,” offers Tome, just a bit too excited to really be offering. “You can get Reigen.”

Shigeo thinks. “I think it would bruise his ego too much if I shot at him again,” he says. “You can go over to them, Shou doesn’t know you all that well so you might have a better chance at taking him by surprise.”

“Right!”

They split up, Ekubo trailing after Shigeo.

“Have you managed to find any of the gifts yet?” asks Ekubo, settling close to Shigeo as he ducks behind a wall.

“Only Musashi-san’s after I got Serizawa-san’s,” replies Shigeo. He turns to look through the small window. “I can’t see them, Ekubo.”

“They were here when I last checked.”

“Which was—“

“Four minutes ago,” comes Teru’s voice. Shigeo freezes. Ekubo startles, phasing through the wall, and Shigeo hopes that he’ll take the opportunity to send for help. “Happy birthday, Kageyama-kun!”

“You were counting?” says Onigawara.

“Hi, brother,” greets Ritsu. Shigeo turns slowly to face them, all aiming at him.

“Ritsu,” says Shigeo. He pauses. “Thank you for the birthday greeting, Hanazawa-kun.”

Teru beams at him.

It occurs to Shigeo that he has to stall. “Why haven’t you tagged me yet?”

“Good question,” says Onigawara. He looks pointedly at Ritsu.

Ritsu ignores him. “Brother,” he says, “please switch teams with me.”

Shigeo blinks. Teru’s grip on his gun falters as Onigawara outright squawks in offense.

“I can not take this anymore, I have to physically restrain myself from throwing the gun. I—“

“Shigeo,” hisses Ekubo’s voice, behind him, “Move to the left.”

“You like Hanazawa-san, don’t you?”continues Ritsu, while Shigeo tilts his head to the left as inconspicuously as he can manage. Teru makes a small sound of disbelief. “And Onigawara-san’s your friend, too—“

He’s tagged, dead center of his vest. He blinks.

Shigeo ducks as Teru immediately raises his gun, lifting his own and aiming it at Onigawara—he barely manages to tag him, but doesn’t spare any effort into trying to make up for it and focuses on running for cover.

Serizawa—oh, Serizawa-and-Ekubo, actually— catches up to him, weaving through a series of neon obstacles. He settles beside Shigeo, crouching down with him.

“We got them at least three times each,” says Serizawa-Ekubo, grinning.

Ekubo separates from him to continue bragging. “The look on your brother’s face, Mob, absolutely priceless.”

“At the cost of putting a price on our heads,” says Serizawa, raising a brow.

“I don’t think he’d target me, specifically, over this,” muses Shigeo. “I think he’d just go straight for you, Ekubo.”

“Thank you, Shigeo. That was very reassuring.”

“They’re coming our way, just so you know,” says Serizawa.

Shigeo hesitates. “I should be checking up on Tome-chan,” he says. “When we split up, she went to go tag Reigen-shishou and Shou.”

“Oh, Shou’s been tagging everyone he can see, team or not,” says Serizawa. He pauses. “I might just be saying that because I’ve seen him shooting at Reigen and Onigawara, though.”

“Oh, Reigen was definitely shot on purpose,” says Ekubo. “That Onigawara kid was probably just accidental friendly fire. Your kid seems like the type to take this seriously; he wouldn’t risk sabotaging his own team.”

Serizawa doesn’t deign to comment on that. “If he sees you, he’ll probably abandon whatever target he has and focus on tagging you as much as he can.”

“Like he could before Shige gets him first!” Ekubo snorts.

“Before Mob gets who first?”

They snap their heads toward Reigen, who already has his gun aimed at Ekubo.

“Wh—“ Ekubo scoffs, “What are you aiming that at me for, jackass?”

“Shigeo,” says Serizawa, laser gun trained at Reigen, “Go check on Tome, I want to talk to Reigen.”

Shigeo considers them both and then nods, lowering his gun. “Have fun, Serizawa-san,” he says. He turns to Ekubo. “Ekubo, will you come with me or are you staying?”

“Nah, I’m gonna stay here.”

Shigeo peeks out the side of the wall for the third time in as many seconds.

Tome is still running circles around an increasingly frustrated and confused Shou, laughing and tagging him four times for every shot he manages to make at her.

Shigeo decides that she doesn’t need help.

He backtracks to where he’d left Reigen, Serizawa, and Ekubo, only to be greeted with the sight of Reigen-Ekubo dual-wielding and shooting at Ritsu and Onigawara (“Reigen! We’re teammates!”). Behind them, Serizawa watches with his hands over his face.

He decides that they don’t need help, too.

Shigeo’s squatting in front of an obnoxiously bright box when Musashi finds him.

“Oh, Kageyama!” he says, smiling, “I was just looking for you, Onigawara said he’d run into you earlier.”

Shigeo nods. “He tried to corner me along with Hanazawa-kun and Ritsu,” he says, “But I had help, don’t worry.”

Musashi squats down beside him. “Good to hear! So whose gift is this?”

“I think it might be Reigen-shishou’s,” says Shigeo, picking the box up. He gives it an experimental shake.

“Have you found anyone else’s?”

“Oh, I got yours after Serizawa-san’s. The wrapping paper was very nice.”

“Was it? I hadn’t thought much when I used it. I hope you’ll like what I’d gotten you.”

“I’m sure I will,” says Shigeo, already having a good guess as to what the gift is. “Thank you—“

They’re both tagged in quick succession. Shigeo immediately tucks the present under his arm as he turns to raise his gun, Musashi mirroring him.

Shou is in front of them, panting.

“Did you plan that?” he demands, aiming straight at Musashi despite addressing Shigeo. “Did you plan for siccing her on me?”

“Uh, no,” says Shigeo, “That was more of a split-second decision.”

“Kageyama, take the gift and go keep looking,” says Musashi. “I can hold him off—“

“That’s—“ Tome breezes past Shou, tagging him, before stopping beside Musashi. “My job!”

She grins at Shou as he glares at her.

“—alongside Tome-san,” finishes Musashi, as though Tome’s interruption never happened.

“Okay,” says Shigeo, more than willing to let Tome handle the situation after witnessing how effective she was against Shou.

He ducks away as Musashi exasperatedly tells Tome not to taunt the enemy team.

Shigeo has found every gift but Shou’s and Ekubo’s when he hears someone talking to themself. He pauses short of rounding a corner and presses into the wall, listening.

“—Singled out in a children’s game, two birthdays in a row,” grumbles Reigen’s voice, “Incredible.”

As Shigeo tries to sneak a look at him, the wrapping on one of the gifts creases with an obnoxious sound— he stares at in betrayal as Reigen gives a small shout of surprise.

“Who was that?” Reigen calls. “You know what? I don’t care, just don’t shoot me.”

Shigeo walks into view, gun lowered. “I won’t.” He hesitates, then pulls Reigen’s present from his pocket. “Is this from you?”

“Ah,” Reigen grins and points a finger, waving it, “Guessing is part of the fun of it, Mob!”

“Oh. It was worth a shot.” He pockets the gift again. “How has the game been, Shishou?”

“It’s been going just fine, thank you for asking, Mob.” Shigeo knows for a fact that it hasn’t, but he isn’t going to be the one to point this out. “How about you, have you found all the gifts yet?”

“I don’t think it’s wise to tell the enemy team how close we are to beating them,” says Shigeo.

“Oh, come on,” says Reigen. “It’s not like my team doesn’t count me as an entirely separate team on my own.”

Shigeo smiles at that. “Yeah. Well, I only have two left until I have all your gifts.”

“Oh, that’s great,” says Reigen. “Just in time for lunch, too.”

“We’ve been playing for that long?”

“Yeah, last I checked— whoa, hey,” Reigen takes a step back as Shigeo raises his gun, “Mob.”

“We’re still on opposite teams, Shishou,” reminds Shigeo.

“Can’t a guy catch a break?”

Shigeo responds by tagging him.

An hour later, Shigeo has found all of the gifts and ended the game. They’re gathered in a buffet-style restaurant.

“Did you have fun?” Mom asks him, passing a plate over to Tome.

Shigeo nods. “I did,” he confirms. “Everyone really put a lot of thought into their gifts. It was nice.”

Dad laughs. “I’d hope it was,” he says, before waving over a waiter.

“All right, everyone get closer,” says Dad, as the waiter takes his camera. “Let’s take a picture. Count of three, everyone say ‘Happy Birthday, Shigeo!’”

Shigeo has to lean awkwardly to the side so Teru has space to be in the photo, and when the countdown ends Ekubo frantically flies right beside Reigen’s face to join in.

The photo earns a spot on a frame on his desk.

                     Notes:        

it was four am when i finished with this and i published it in that state so i am v sorry if it's like. incoherent. also dw it's not that i stayed up late i just wake up at nine pm