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mybiasisexo · 1 year ago
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Genre: idek | exopower!au Pairing: sehun x Reader Length: 946 Warnings: vague...just like this warning lmfaooo
@avatarren asks: I love Drabble games! I’d like to request number 7 & 11 with Sehun!
a/n: idkw this one was so difficult for me. ig im getting rusty 😭
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
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You were in the kitchen of your small apartment when some commotion caught your attention. You turned around and screamed from the top of your lungs when you saw a dark figure by your open window—which was not opened by you.
“It’s just me!” An urgent, familiar voice assured.
“Oh Sehun!” You cried as you placed a hand over your racing heart. “You scared the hell out of me!”
“You should really lock your windows,” he reprimanded as he closed the one he entered from, before coming into the light of the kitchen. He was dressed like a soldier, his dark hair cut short, exposing his beautifully sculpted face.
“I live on the fourth floor,” you informed him, trying not to get too distracted by his beauty.
“Still….” He leaned against your counter that sat between you both.
You go back to the ramen you were cooking, trying to ignore the tall man behind you.
You’ve known Sehun for five years now. It was a rather long story, but you had gotten yourself tied up in some scary illegal government stuff, and he had helped you out of it. Helped you get back to normality.
Unfortunately, normal was a word he never could get used to himself. He was a soldier, a defender for both this world, and one he no longer inhabited, apparently. It was all very inconceivable. All you truly understood was that he ended up stuck on Earth fighting some evil force, and he and his other friends may or may not have superpowers.
Yeah, very inconceivable.
“Ramen?” You asked.
“Yeah,” he was quick to agree. You put the pot on the counter, handing him some chopsticks. He didn’t waste any time digging in.
“You’re dressed for war,” you mentioned, noting the camo outfit and boots.
He scratched his head. “Suho found a lead. We’re heading out to investigate in the morning.”
“Oh….”
“You scared for me?” He questioned with a smirk, teasing you.
You rolled your eyes. “I should know by now that you don’t need the concern. But…. I feel like somebody needs to. You guys are always putting yourself in danger. Whenever you leave, I always wonder if….”
You were revealing too much, getting to emotional. He caught onto that, and gently asked you to continue.
You inhaled some courage. “I wonder if it’s going to be the last time I’ll ever see you.”
His eyes took you in. You watched as they bounced around, locking with every point of your face.
“You have nothing to worry about,” he finally answered. Not going to lie, you felt disappointment from his reply. “It’s our job. Why we were created.”
“But you have lost people,” you reminded him, thinking about the Luhan fellow he brought up occasionally. The best friend that wasn’t able to escape the hell they endured when they first landed onto this planet. “You are capable of dying, you know?”
“We’re stronger now. And we’re always careful, we know what we’re doing.”
“I know,” you said, dropping your gaze to the little bit of broth left in the pot. You shook your head. “Never mind. Pretend I never mentioned it.”
He went back to quietly observing you. This was what your relationship mostly consisted of. He would pop in out of nowhere and watch you, as though he was trying to understand how humans worked.
He pursed his lips and walked around the counter to stand before you. As if he weren’t completely sure what he was doing, he slowly lifted his glove-covered hands to your face, pulling it up so that you were looking at him. Your breath got caught in your throat at the contact, he’d never touched you before, not like this. It was…intimate.
“Thank you for your concern,” he said. “It makes me feel good, knowing someone cares if I’m dead or alive.”
“Is that why you always come back?” You questioned, sounding a bit more bitter than intended.
He grinned down at you. “You’re my person. You’ll always be the one I go to.”
Your eyes widened from his confession. His person. It was the most romantic thing he’d ever said, but you weren’t sure if that’s what he meant it as or not. Maybe you were reading too much into it. His eyes glimmered with something though, something that led you to believe he was indeed being romantic, in his own little way.
You smiled up at him. “You’re sure it’s not just because you saved me all those years ago?”
“I’ve saved a lot of people,” he told you. “But I don’t check up on them.”
“Just me?” You breathed.
He nodded.
“Okay.” You blushed and glanced away, growing shy. “Well, before you go, I should give you something. As a thank you for saving my life.”
“You don’t owe me anything for that,” he declined.
“All the same.”
You stood up on your tip toes to press your lips against his. It was quick. He didn’t even have time to react before you were falling back to your feet. When you pulled away, he leaned down, returning the gesture. You share a few more kisses, his arms going around your waist, yours to his covered forearms.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll need that again, I think.”
You giggled. “Whenever you’re back from your mission, I’ll gladly give you however many more you want.”
He hummed and gave into the urge to kiss you again, this one lingering. Once you slowly broke it, he left you—out the door this time.
You stood in that kitchen, shaking and praying that he would return unscathed.
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miramizar · 19 days ago
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It's a love that's meant to be - Chapter 5
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Summary: Drabble based on the word "Game".
Genre/Category: Humour, fluff
Characters/Ship: Kai, Sehun; SeKai (Warning: Mentions of OT12)
Word count: 460
Crossposted on AO3
AN: I think that all EXO pairings are cute, but SeKai is adorable on another level in my opinion and I could easily imagine them playing around like this during their trainee days~ (´ ω `♡)
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“Wanna play a game?” Sehun asks one day as they take a break from practice, him and Jongin seated next to each other on the floor with the mirrors behind them. Jongin swallows his mouthful of water and dries the sweat from his forehead with a towel.
“A game?” Sehun hums and points lazily towards the other members of their newly formed group who are scattered across the dance studio.
“If we overlook the fact that SM already decided on pairings, which members do you think could work together? As a potential couple.” Jongin is taken aback, but only for a moment. He had gotten weirder questions than this in his life.
“We take turns, then? And you want me to start?” Sehun is grinning from ear to ear now and Jongin snorts. “Fine. Okay, let’s see…” He puts his head into his hands and looks at the others. “Kris-hyung would work well with Tao. Or Yixing-hyung.” Sehun nods slowly.
“Not Junmyeon-hyung, then?”
Jongin shakes his head. “They are way too different. Junmyeon-hyung could work with Kyungsoo-hyung or Jongdae-hyung.”
“You broke the rules now, but I agree with you. Jongdae-hyung loves Junmyeon-hyung already, and everyone can see that Junmyeon-hyung adores Kyungsoo-hyung… but then again he adores everyone so who knows. I’m putting Minseok-hyung and Luhan-hyung together.” Jongin grins.
“You know HunHan is big, right?” Sehun grins back.
“Doesn’t mean that I want us to be anything more than friends.” He leans in to whisper in Jongin’s ear. “You're the only one for me, and you know that.”
Jongin laughs loudly, making the others turn to look and smile at them, but Sehun is quick to return to his spot, seemingly unfazed by the attention. “I’d like to ask you the same thing about KaiLu, and KaiSoo for that part.” 
Jongin shakes his head, still smiling. “I look up to them a lot, but that’s it. And didn’t I put Kyungsoo-hyung with Junmyeon-hyung already?”
“And with Jongdae-hyung.” Whispered remains of the last outburst of laughter escapes Jongin’s mouth and soon they are both a giggling beyond control, them realising that they’ve become the focus of the entire room only spurring it on and it takes a couple of minutes before they’ve calmed down enough to talk.
“I think they’re putting us together.” Sehun’s smile is wide, and so is Jongin’s. They lace their fingers together just because they can.
“I do too. I only have eyes for you, Sehunnie.”
And so break time ends, and so they let go of each other, and during the rest of the practice they are unable to stop themselves from smiling when their eyes meet - a small seed of truth turning their little game into something that might just be more than a game.
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itstheoneshot · 3 years ago
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For your 400 follower special, here's something I can't stop thinking about: number 11 and Luhan with fem! Reader
Idk why, but it just screams Luhan for me tbh
And once again congrats on 400 follower, you deserve all of them💗💗💗💗
Thank you! Ahhhh I love Luhan so fucking much, this was so fun to write, he is so cute, so so cute!
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Luhan:
Hey, are you almost finished work?
You:
Baobao… I’m staying back tonight, remember?
Luhan:
Oh.
Luhan:
Yeah, I remember now.
You:
Are you okay? You don’t usually text me while I’m on shift.
Luhan:
I’m okay, I just…
Luhan:
I can’t sleep without you here.
Luhan:
I miss you.
You:
Lulu… you’re so sweet.
You:
I’ve got a few more hours left, but I have tomorrow off, you do too, right?
Luhan:
Yeah, no plans tomorrow.
You:
If you wanna stay up, then do, I’ll bring home some food, we can sleep in tomorrow.
Luhan:
Okay… Me and the cats are waiting!
You:
I’m counting down the minutes! I love you, baobao.
Luhan:
I love you too, xīngān.
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400 followers special! ~ rules here!
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exoxobsession · 4 years ago
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Presence
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Pairing: Luhan x OC
Word Count: 270
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Drabble, IdolAU!
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He would not make it back in time for Christmas. It was always the same. Always the same excuse repeatedly. He had to work hard, give his best for his fans, and you understood that. You always did. And that was the problem. You loved him. Too much. He was here for Christmas for the last two years. That’s what made you hope he would be here again, not only that, but he told you, no, he promised you he would be here.
Sighing, you got up, heading to freshen up before heading back to loneliness. Stripping down, scalding water hitting you, relaxing you. After the quick shower, you put on your Christmas sweater, heading down to bake something for yourself. Mixing the batter, you opted to mix more than for one portion, just in case.
The door opened as you pulled them out of the oven. Hands wrapped around your waist and you knew it was him. Turning around in his arms you hugged him. “You came” you breathed.
“Of course,” he said as he pulled away and placed a tiny kiss on your forehead. “I smell something~” he cooed looking at the oven. “Just cookies” you grinned, the smile not leaving your face since he came.
Settling down on the sofa, he started the movie. You cuddled to his side, just enjoying him being there with you. It was not always you would have time together, just the two of you. Halfway through the movie, Luhan’s head was resting against yours. But you didn’t mind. Just having him here, being in his presence was enough for you.
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xiubaek-13 · 5 years ago
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So Handsome
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Prompt: Luhan + “If you’re bored I can think of other ways to pass the time…” + “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
Setting/AU: Library/College AU
Warnings: None really, cocky Luhan, implied smut.
Word Count: 1,241
Seriously how did you end up in this situation? Libraries were supposed to be for studying, or reading or researching. They were not supposed to be like this. You were not supposed to be this excited when surrounded by aisles and aisles of books. You remembered going to the library when you were at school. It was the place where you had to whisper and be quiet. It was where you chose to go during lunch breaks so that you could read. It was the place where the other kids flocked to on rainy days for shelter or hot days to take advantage of the air conditioning.
During university the balance shifted. Your love of the library dwindled when you spent so many hours there studying and researching. College dorms were not the ideal place for peace and quiet so the library was like your second home. You even had the best spot picked out, it was up the far back left corner of the fourth floor. The elevator was always broken so the odds of anyone dragging themselves up all 4 sets of stairs just to be loud and annoying was rare. The only books up here were on social theory and crime and you knew damn well that 80% of them were also on the first floor in the criminal law or sociology section.
There was one problem though. One very distracting problem and his name was Luhan. You knew who he was, it was difficult to live at a college dorm and not hear about Luhan. Girls flocked to him and guys wanted to be him. The guy was attractive, unfairly so, a top notch soccer player, a killer dancer and a seemingly overconfident ladies man. Tales of his conquests were a weekly occurance in your dorm. Until two weeks ago you’d never met the guy but you kind of hated him. Well, you hadn’t officially met him until two weeks ago, but you had acknowledged his existence at the odd mixer or frat party when your friends dragged you along to them. Two weeks ago everything changed. Two weeks ago he expanded your knowledge of exactly what one could do in the secluded aisles of the fourth floor. As it turned out, the answer was a lot.
Two weeks ago you’d been following your normal routine - finish classes, grab a snack and head to the library, climb the stairs and study in peace in your favourite spot - when he showed up. At first you were shocked that someone other than library staff and you even knew there was a fourth floor. Then you were annoyed at the idea of your space being violated, a feeling that you quickly squashed because it wasn’t really your space, it was public space and how were you to know if it wasn’t a like minded individual who wanted to escape the lower levels where study was surrounded by distractions.
You looked up from your books and watched the figure that was coming up the stairs. Disheveled brown hair was the first thing you spotted, followed by a face that did not belong on a human male. It was so youthful and angelic with doe eyes and inviting lips. He looked up when he reached the top of the stairs and your eyes met. You inclined your head as a way of greeting and he did the same before disappearing into the aisles.
You shook your head and tried to focus back on your paper but it was no use. You found yourself glancing around the aisles from your seat trying to spot him. He’d appear with a book in hand at the end of one aisle before disappearing again. Get a grip. You have a very important paper to write. Stop gawking at the stupidly attractive guy. You mentally scolded yourself and forced yourself back to writing.
In your periphery you spotted the white and black of his varsity jacket as he sat at the end of the table, placing a few books in front of him. You glanced at him as he slumped into the seat, his pen dangling from his mouth. STUDY.
You stared at your paper. You’d been right in the middle of fleshing out your argument for the decriminalisation of prostitution when the ultimate distraction had ascended the stairs. The essay had to be five thousand words and you planned to use each and every one of them. Most of the students would go the easy route, opting to simply support keeping it illegal. You found it much more interesting to counter that argument by not only debunking the popular myths and taboos about sex work but by also offering a vision of how sex work might look if it was a legitimised, legal job. You’d bring up point for standard health and hygiene requirements for both workers and customers, applying taxes, job security, safer work environments and more. You refused to let him throw off your train of thought and by proxy, lower your grade.
In your mind the two of you started a game of cat and mouse over the course of the next week. You’d come up to study and write your paper and then he’d appear and do his best at distracting your thoughts by simply sitting at the table. You wondered if he knew how much strife he was causing you by simply existing.
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“If you’re bored I can think of other ways to pass the time…”
You jumped, startled by how close his voice was to you. The last time you’d checked he was all the way down the other end of the table. Now he was sitting right next to you, leaning towards you, a certain look in his eyes.
“Wh-what makes you think I’m bored?” You grabbed your bottle and took a sip of your water to try and make your throat feel a little less dry.
A devilish little smirk formed on his face. “You’ve been staring into space for like the past twenty minutes. Usually you are either staring at your books or at me.” You choked on your water, almost spitting it across the table. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
“I’m not - I don’t - Why would -” Words were failing you and that only seemed to amuse him more.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“I just - How dare -”
He laughed. “Relax. I don’t mind.” He gestured at his face and winked at you. “I’m just that handsome.”
“And a little full of yourself.” You poked his shoulder as he feigned offense at your words.
“Seriously though, what’s got you staring into space? You’re usually more focused than that.” He leant on the desk, resting his head in his hands as he watched you.
“I’m stuck on one point on my essay. I know what I want to say but I can’t get the right words out.” He grinned and grabbed your hand, tugging it as he stood up, indicating for you to do the same.  He dragged you into one of the aisles and caged you between his arms. “What are you doing?”
“You need to empty your mind and lucky for you, I have multiple ways to help you do just that.” He pressed his body to yours and nipped at the exposed flesh of your neck, causing you to gasp.
“This is a library!”
He raised his eyebrow at you and scrunched his face. “I’m well aware of that, I just currently don’t care. Now, can we try my method for clearing your mind. I’d really prefer it if you said yes.”
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marshmallow-phd · 5 years ago
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Memories
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Genre: Drabble Request
Pairing: Luhan x Reader
A/N: So, most of these might end up having a Christmas theme because it’s that time of year and I’m in that mood. *Plays First Snow in the background*
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Your fingers were aching from the hours of wrapping presents and pressing down tape and cutting paper and measuring to make sure everything fit just right. It was a miracle you still had your fingerprints from all your hard work and that they hadn’t been rubbed off. But it was worth it.
Every line was crisp, every present looked like it had been ripped out of a magazine, and even the tree shined with a halo of light around its branches. Yes. It was perfect. Perfect and peaceful.
“Baobei, look!”
Turning around from your spot on the floor, your jaw dropped.
Luhan stood a few feet away, hands stretched out so you could all of what he wore. It was the odd sensation of being thrown back in time. Green button down, bright red suspenders, cuffed jeans, and a maroon bowtie. To top it all off, a Christmas colored bowl hat sat on his head.
“Why did you still have that?” you asked in disbelief.
Luhan shrugged. “Nostalgia.”
Your brain was hurting from looking at him. The outfit was… cute. But seeing him in it was a dizzying experience. The only difference between back then and now was his hair. How could someone not age after so many years? How could he still even fit it?
“You look cute,” you giggled, shaking your head. “A little ridiculous, but cute.”
“It brings back a lot of memories.” A smile was still present on his face, though his eyes contained a hint of sadness.
Feeling the need to cheer him after he made himself sad, you held up a small gift with his name on it. “Come on. Why don’t we celebrate a little early?”
Like a new penny, he shined right up again. “Really? All of them?”
“No, not all of them,” you said as you rolled. “Just one. A small one.”
“Alright fine. But first!” Luhan pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned on the Bluetooth speaker. A sad melody that never should be considered a Christmas song whether it has “December” and “Miracle” in the title or not came through the speakers.
“Really?” you complained. “This song?”
“Okay, okay.” He skipped to the next one that was much more cheerful. “Better?”
You grinned from ear to ear, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Much.”
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inspired-by-the-music · 5 years ago
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Time’s Up: Luhan x Reader
requests are encouraged! please read the guidelines before submitting your request!
Genre: angst, happy ending
Word Count: 1,047
Note: y’all, I’m so weak for Luhan lately
Whenever the weather took a turn toward winter, and you had to pull your coat out of the back of your closet, and you noticed the couples outside huddling against each other for warmth while you shivered and shoved your gloved hands into your pockets, you remembered Luhan.
It was silly how you could spend hours mulling over your handful of memories. You were embarrassed by how you could recall him in perfect detail despite the years that should have blurred your memory, ashamed by how you could miss somebody you barely knew.
By now you accepted the fact that he likely didn't remember you, and if he did, those brief (likely one-sided) romantic encounters probably meant much more to you than they ever did to him. As you packed for your annual trip home for the holidays, you realized there was something beautiful about keeping Luhan safe in your memories, even if you never got to see him again.
You never considered how you would react if your paths ever crossed; so when you noticed him at the baggage claim in the airport near your hometown, you were paralyzed by the deafening throbbing of your heart. Although he was several years older than the boy in your memories, there was no mistaking him-- but would he recognize you so easily?
When you found your suitcase and saw that you would have to pass Luhan to claim it, you could have said something to express how you thought of him. But if he didn't remember you, would you ever again be able to recall him fondly? In the end, you decided that you couldn't bear that possibility, so you merely muttered a polite, "Excuse me," as you brushed by him, grabbed your suitcase, and raced out of the airport before you could do anything you would regret.
All the while, you were agonizingly aware that you would definitely later hate yourself for letting him slip away without so much as stealing one final glance, but you couldn't gather your courage until you heard his voice calling behind you, "Excuse me-- please wait!"
You stilled to allow him to catch up and ask, "Is your name Y/N?" When you only nodded, using all of your strength to avoid his magnetic gaze to instead stare down at your feet, Luhan wondered aloud, "Do you not remember me? Or do you just happen to look like a girl I used to know?"
Without hesitation, you replied, "I remember you." And after swallowing a deep breath, you willed yourself to look at his face, which was somehow more beautiful than you remembered. Breathless because of the swelling of your heart, you explained, "I just can't believe I'm actually seeing you." "It's been a long time," Luhan nodded. Then, perhaps feeling the same urge to apologize for the passage of time, he sighed. "I could have been better about getting your phone number before I moved, but you seemed too young for me at the time."
Just as you would have all those years ago, you rolled your eyes at his remark about your age difference and pointed out, "You're barely older than me, Luhan." "Ah, so you do remember my name!" Luhan beamed and leaned forward against his suitcase. Before you could respond, he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. He pouted apologetically and said, "I'm sorry-- I have to go. But could I get your number?"
"I dunno." You stiffened, frightened by the idea of a present-tense relationship with someone you spent so many years idealizing. But when his frown yanked at your heart, you played your reluctance off as a joke. "I'm still younger than you, ya know, and I always will be."
Luhan laughed. "I never thought I would have to beg for you to like me, Y/N. When did you stop being the bold one? It's hard to believe you're the same girl who kissed me on that school field trip--"
"Hey!" Your jaw dropped as you swiped at his arm. "I never kissed you!"
"Oh yeah, you're right," Luhan teased as a playful smile etched tiny dimples on either side of his mouth. "Sorry, sometimes the daydreams and memories kinda blend together."
"Ah," you whined, chuckling airily as your cheeks glowed scarlet. "I liked it better when you were the shy one."
"You didn't scold me for wanting to kiss you, so I guess you're single." Luhan pulled his suitcase along as he started walking toward the doors and motioned for you to follow.
Your only response was, "You're perceptive. Especially considering how once upon a time, you didn't even realize I liked you." "Hey, that's not fair," Luhan frowned at your remark. "Nobody ever liked me before, so I didn't know why you followed me around so much."
You didn't believe for a moment that you were the first girl who ever liked Luhan, but that didn't seem like an observation to share at the moment. "Well," you said as you joined him outside of the airport, "now you know it's because I was hopelessly in love with you."
"Oh, is that it?" Luhan bit back a smile as he raised his eyebrows at you. A car horn blared just a few feet away, and Luhan said, "Ah, Y/N, I really have to go now. Time's up again."
You could only frown at Luhan's farewell and the sudden gust of wind that brought tears to your eyes. His hand brushed against yours before he brought it up to his lips.
You decided, "Maybe there's something romantic about saying goodbye."
Luhan narrowed his eyes at you, tilted his head, and challenged, "Maybe we've had enough romance, then."
And you didn't want to argue anymore, you didn't want to be afraid of losing your connection to the past you briefly shared with Luhan, and you didn't want to regret anything just in case you went another several years without seeing him, so you finally met him for a kiss. The warmth of his lips contrasted greatly against the sharp winter breeze; and when he pulled away too soon, the distance between you left you shivering.
Ignoring the honking of the car nearby, Luhan smiled. "And to think I was just gonna settle for your number."
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instakpop · 6 years ago
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Luhan oneshot - Day of 21
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@catou1305​
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Kris | Luhan | Tao
“Luhan~ When can I look?” You asked. After such a long car ride, your curiosity was running wild. The blindfold over your eyes made you anxious, but as long as Luhan had his hands on your waist, you were safe.
“Just a little further” The smell of the ocean and the feel of sand under your feet set your mind at ease a bit, but what could he possibly have planned at the beach? “And… Here it is!” He untied the blindfold and your eyes set on a charming beach bungalow. Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t believe it!
“Happy birthday, my love.” He said with a little peck on the cheek. He ushered you closer and showed you around. “Here’s the kitchen and living area, there's the bedroom, and this… is the view.” He swung open the double doors, showing you the breathtaking view of the sand and surf just outside the balcony.
You looked around with your mouth agape. Luhan’s hands slid around your waist, pulling you back into him.
“You did all this for me?”
“Mmm-hmm~ For us.” He said kissing your neck. “I thought we could both use a little rest and relaxation.”
You turned around to face him, cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft lips. “You’re the greatest man in the world.”
“I try.” He said with a playful smile.
“So… What’s the best way to start a weekend in paradise with the greatest man in the world?”
“I have a few ideas.” With that, he pressed you to his chest, eliminating the space between you.
Luhan walked you both back until you collapsed onto the bed. Immediately, you wrapped your legs around his hips holding him on top of you, feeling his body heat rising. He grinded his bulge against your pelvis, showing you how badly he needed you. You lifted your shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to toss it to the corner of the room.
“You’re so beautiful, princess.” He whispered, moving down your exposed stomach.
He unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them down your legs. The softness in his eyes was tinted with a dark lust as he stared down at you. He stripped out of his clothes while looking you up and down slowly. You sat up on the bed, taking his hand and pulling him back in.
“Take me...now.” You whispered.
Luhan lifted your legs around his waist and slid your panties to the side. As he eased his thick member into your wet heat, your mouth slowly opened. You stopped yourself from moaning, but the further he pushed himself into your warm channel, the harder it was to stay silent. You closed your mouth, humming softly.
“Moan for me, princess.” He commanded.
He moved in and out of you, feeling every last inch. Your head fell back as you held onto his strong shoulders. Luhan kissed down your neck to your collar bones. His sharp thrusts paired with his soft kisses were too much to handle. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.
“Mmm~ Baby, I’m so close.” You purred.
Luhan raised your legs even higher, brushing his tip against your g-spot. You called out his name with a breathy moan. Your vision started to blur as tears of passion formed in your eyes. Luhan’s thrusts became sloppy and rough as you both reached your climaxes. Your back arched off the bed and chills rushed through your body.
With a few more hard thrusts, you relaxed onto the sheets, breathing heavily. Luhan kissed your neck and rolled over next to you.
“Best vacation ever.” You said with a smile, turning over to give Luhan a kiss.
He pulled you in closer, looking you in the eyes. “We’re only getting started, beautiful. Just you wait.”
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coffee-and-kpop · 7 years ago
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luhan + 118 with some fluffy ending
118. You were separated before the outbreak and trying to find your way back to each other.
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“Luhan! Luu-haaan!” you sang, ducking behind the thick trunk of a nearby tree. You pressed your back against it, holding your breath in the hopes it would keep you hidden longer.
“Ready or not, Y/N, here I come!” Luhan called. You crouched down against the tree trunk, its stiff bark digging into your skin through your shirt. You curled your hands around your knees, pulling them under yours chin as you heard the crack of dead leaves under Luhan’s footsteps draw closer. You closed your eyes tightly, squeezing them until you saw red and breathed in the musty, earthy smell of autumn.
“Got you!” Luhan’s hands grabbed your shoulders, causing you to shriek, loosing balance in your crouch and falling flat on your butt against the tree.
“How do you always do that?” you cried once your heartrate slowed slightly.
“I can always find you, Y/N,” Luhan laughed and held out his hand, picking you off the ground.
Autumn, this year, smelled like death. Death, and loneliness. When you were little, for as far back as you could remember, you’d loved autumn. You loved the promise of winter, when you and Luhan could snuggle up on one of your couches on the school-less afternoons, drinking hot chocolate and watching VHS tapes.
Now, however, you were alone. You couldn’t help thinking about how lonely you truly were as your pick ax made a squishy sound as you pulled it from the eye socket of the zombie laying on the ground before you.
The zombie’s eyes, you had noticed before you’d driven your ax into one of them, resembled Luhan’s, your old friend. You hadn’t thought about Luhan in years, and you especially hadn’t thought about him since the beginning of the infection. But something about that zombie’s eyes…
You wiped the viscera droplets from your face with your sleeve and began heading back towards your parent’s home. You home now, since you hadn’t seen your parents since the first wave of the infection. Maybe they’d evacuated, maybe they were zombies. All you knew was, after your frantic rush to make it back home from college, they were already gone.
As you walked, your mind again travelled back to Luhan, and you were amused at the fact that you had thought about him twice in one day, when you hadn’t spoken in years. You’d grown apart as you grew older, middle and high school cliques and puberty ripping your innocent, childhood best friendship apart. And then you’d both gone off to college, you only a few hours from home, and Luhan somewhere across country, and you hadn’t heard a thing from him since.
There was a time when you’d thought you loved Luhan, right on the verge of middle school. It was an innocent type of love, in which you planned your marriage and arranged your future children’s names. And Luhan agreed, because you’d assumed he loved you too, that you would both be together forever.
And then high school happened, and eventually the zombies came. You basically had to forget your whole past life, just to cope with this new one. You found that if you dwelled in the past, on memories of your friends and family, it would only cause you to sink into a severe, vulnerable depression.
Once back home, you sat on the floor in your parents’ home, eating your last can of peaches. You’d have to leave again to go search for food, and the neighborhood was running low. You’d looted most of the surrounding houses, and you were quickly running out of places to search. You decided to try, at least, and after you finished your last peach from the can, you grabbed up you backpack and pick ax and headed towards the door. Tugging it open slowly.
You almost screamed when you saw to figure standing on your porch, hand raised to grab the doorknob. You raised your pick ax, readying yourself to slice into the filthy, mud-covered zombie, until you noticed his eyes: they were bright, gleaming with a smile instead of glazed over and dead. They were familiar eyes, eyes you’d only just been thinking about.
“Lu…Luhan?” you whispered. You pick ax thundered to the floor as you dropped it in disbelief.
“Y/N,” Luhan breathed a sigh of relief. You were frozen to your spot, scared to say anything. “I’m so glad I found you. I’ve been searching for you ever since the outbreak.”
“Wh…what… why are you here?” you stuttered, unsure of anything else to say.
“When the outbreak started, and people were dying around me and coming back, I shut myself in my dorm to try and wait it out,” Luhan started. “I thought about you every day in that dorm, about you and coming home to you. I’m… I’m so sorry for everything that happened between us.”
You rushed into his arms, not caring that he was completely covered in mud. You threaded your fingers into the back of his hair, pulling his head close as you hugged him tight. Tears sprinkled your eyes, you were so happy to have someone here, alive and with you, and the fact that it was Luhan made it even better.
“I can’t believe you found me,” you cried, your breath hitching in your throat.
“You know I can always find you, Y/N.”
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exowolf-reactions · 7 years ago
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Luhan Drabble: Coming home to their S/O after a long day
He didn’t have to say anything for you to know it had been a long day. As soon as Luhan opened the front door, you noticed the tiredness in his face, the slowness in his movements and the real battle to actually reach your room.  “Lu? I thought you were going to the dorm tonight?” “Yeah... but I always rest better next to my baobei... do you mind?” He yawned, somehow dragging his feet to you.  “Of course not! I love it when you come and you know that” He simply smiled and leaned his head, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him and slowly guided him to your warm bed.  “Do you want some tea before going to rest?” “No... I just want you here with me” “Come on Lu.. at least eat something...” He let himself fall into the bed and pulled you with him. “No... we can do all that tomorrow... We’ll make pancakes and drink some chocolate... but right now... all I want... is hug my girlfriend until we both fall asleep”
A/N: This was requested by smileandstudy Do not re-post without permission or use in any way, this is my work.
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baekzhang · 7 years ago
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Is the drabble game still on? If yes ● Luhan : Melanie Martinez - Carousel ("And it's all fun and games, til' somebody falls... in love, but you've already bought a ticket, and there's no turning back now.") if no, sorry for annoying you... thank you anyways ♡
“And it’s all fun and games, til’ somebody falls… in love, but you’ve already bought a ticket, and there’s no turning back now.”
It was supposed to be simple: pretend to be his girlfriend, so his parents won’t arrange anything with a girl he doesn’t know. He asked you casually, maybe he knew that you had a soft spot for him, maybe he just thought—hey, you’re friends, you’d do it for your friendship.
You thought it would be easy to resist him; seeing the benefits of a rich house and getting expensive presents, over to eating the most exquisite foods. It wasn’t too misleading that you might have fallen in love with the life style and not Lu Han. But you were so wrong.
The way his arm rested on your shoulders, the way his face neared yours, up to the moment where his lips softly brushed over yours—your heart never beat when you were seeing gold and silver, only when you saw his eyes, his smile, his everything.
It was good in the beginning, when friendship was the only thing you wished to associated with Lu Han, but the game of playing around; the game of calling him babe, of kissing him every day, of holding his hand in public, of standing close and having others call you a couple—it went out of hand on your part. 
He wasn’t into you. He chose you because you made sense. Nothing more and nothing less. And here you were, in your shared room, next to him in bed, far away and yet so close to intimate touches. But you would’t get any. Because he didn’t love you, but you fell more and more by day. It hurt.
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cxsmicmyeon · 4 years ago
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CONGRATS 💙💙💙 you deserve way more
For the drabble game, 1 and 40 from fluff for Lu Han
Love you 😘
💙 Anon
thank you so much bb!!! and thank you for requesting, i do hope u like it!!!💞💞💞 (this is sUCH A CUTE SCENARIO AAA I LOVED WRITING IT)
1) “you look better in my clothes than i do.” 40) “are you blushing?”
genre: non-famous/slice of life au! tooth-rotting fluff <3 wordcount: 732 warnings: none
author’s note: pls correct me if i got lu’s cat’s name wrong lol
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Chiming bells pulled you from dreamland and back to reality right as the clocked turned to nine o’clock in the morning. You stretched your arms up before opening your eyes slightly and turning to the bedside table. You grabbed your cellphone and halted the bells before sitting up and opening your eyes fully. You noticed a piece of paper stuck to the screen and peeled it off.
‘Good morning baby, if I’m not in bed as you’re reading this it’s because I went to get some groceries and cat food. Will be back soon, hope you slept well. -Lu ♡ ’
You smiled as you folded the note and put it onto the table, mentally reminding yourself to put it in your purse later. You glanced over at the empty side of the bed before getting out and walking to the bathroom.
After completing your morning routine, you made your way over to Luhan’s kitchen to make a small breakfast for the two of you for when he returns. You bent down to pet Xiao Huang as you took a half empty carton of eggs and a tomato out of the refrigerator and set it down onto the counter.
As you started scrambling the eggs, the kitchen became cooler as the air conditioner started to blow cooler air. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you spotted a worn out gray hoodie hanging over a chair. 
‘I hope he doesn’t mind if I wear this for a bit,’ you thought to yourself as you slipped the hoodie over you. Instantly you felt warm and cozy, the homely scent of his cologne filling your nose. You rolled the sleeves up as you went to dice the tomato, remembering how Luhan mentioned that he liked tomatoes with his eggs.
The door to the apartment opened right as you finished cooking breakfast. You turned the stove off before rushing over to help your boyfriend with the bags. 
“Good morning,” you pecked Luhan on the cheek as you took one of the grocery bags out of his hand. “I made tomatoes with eggs, I hope you don’t mind I used some of your eggs.”
“I don’t mind at all, it’s okay. I bought more eggs anyway,” Luhan set his other grocery bag down onto the table before bringing the giant bag of cat food over to Xiao Huang’s bowls. You walked back to the stove and began to divvy up the eggs into two plates as Luhan began to put some of the groceries away. 
“Is that my hoodie?” 
You accidentally dropped the utensils you were holding before turning to Luhan. Worry laced your voice as you began to apologize profusely, saying that you were simply borrowing it temporary until you were finished with making breakfast. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, taking the time to fully take in the sight of you wearing his favorite hoodie. 
“No, no, no, please don’t apologize. If I’m being honest... you look better in my clothes then I do.” You felt your cheeks flush as he smiled down at you, kissing you on the forehead. You covered your face with your arms as you wiggled out of his embrace.
“The eggs are gonna get cold!” you called out. He grinned as he sat at the table, eagerly awaiting his meal. You set his plate and a pair of chopsticks in front of him before sitting down next to him. You began eating slowly, covering part of your face with the sleeve of your, his, hoodie. 
Luhan watched you as you ate and tried to avoid eye contact with him in fear of embarrassment. His heart fluttered at the sight of you: how amazing you looked wearing his hoodie while acting absolutely adorable in his eyes. “Are you blushing?” Luhan teased, moving your arm away from your face.
“I’m not blushing! You’re blushing! Shut up!” you giggled, punching Luhan playfully in the shoulder. He cried out in faux pain as he stood from his spot and lifted you in his arms. You squealed as he set you on top of the table and began peppering kisses all over your face. 
“You should wear my clothes more often.” You raised an eyebrow before pressing a kiss to Luhan’s soft cheek.
“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.” He smiled at your words, capturing your lips with his.
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taemins-dolphin · 8 years ago
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Your New Roommate (With Luhan)
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genre: fluff! 1187 words
Drabble 1: Luhan #2 “Do we like… hold hands now?”
"How I Met Your Mother's on!" He shouts, loud enough for your brother to hear. His body plops on the couch as he takes a seat beside you, arm landing behind your head and, 'coincidentally' on your shoulders. “How is my lovely roommate doing today?”
"Off," You say, eyes not moving from the drama playing.
Nothing happens.
You turn to look at him and notice how 'concentrated' he is on the drama but you know that’s not true when you see him grin like the jerk that he is.
"I said off, Han." You take his arm and drop it on his lap. He was always annoying you like that but what could you do. He was your brother's best friend; besides he wasn't exactly doing anything bad. Your brother enters the room and sits himself on the other side.
"Oppa, Han won't stop bothering me." You whine, eyebrows furrowed in anger. Minseok looks at his friend with his eyebrows furrowed. "Luhan, I let you move in because I knew you were familiar with her temper." Minseok says casually as if he didn’t just call his little sister short-tempered. He’s so used to you two fighting, that line comes smoothly out of his mouth as if it was a line in a script. Luhan stares at my brother as if he hadn't done anything. "I didn’t do anything!" Luhan yells out, betrayal written across his forehead. You purse your lips in annoyance of his stupid face. You flick your finger on his forehead; he’s just so annoying. Satisfied with his surprised reaction, you return your attention to the drama.
Pak! "Oppa!" You whine as you rub your palm on your forehead. The guy freaking flicked your forehead! Your brother sighs and stands up in defeat. "You," He points at my rival, then at me. "And you." You gulp, you have never seen your brother this mad at you before. He was always on your side when it came to Luhan. Fuck.
"It's been two weeks since Luhan moved in and you still haven't learned how to get along. So," He stops and glares at both of you. "I'm going out and when I come back, you two better be in peace. If not, I'll make you two bond. "
“I’m not staying here with the annoying monster here.” You say, crossing your arms in protest. There’s no way Minseok would actually do this to you. Besides, his idea has flaws. You could just leave and come back when he does.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna stay in a room with the loud-mouth goat either.” Luhan says nonchalantly as if he didn’t just insult you. You stand beside him, mouth slightly agape as he continues to glare at his best friend.
“I don’t care. If we’re all going to live together, I want you my baby sister and best friend to get along. Bye.”  Minseok exits the apartment, leaving you alone with the annoying Luhan.
“19 and I’m still being treated this way.” You mumble as you head to your room. You’re not staying alone with him. If he continues to be frustrating, you’re a hundred percent sure someone is going to get physically hurt by the end of the day.
"Where are you going? He said we have to bond!" He follows you to your room and jumps when you slam the door shut. Luhan rolls his eyes and knocks on the door aggressively. You change into your jeans and slip on a jacket before opening the door wide. Luhan stumbles and almost falls on top of you before using his arm to settle on the door frame and stop himself from doing so.
“You’re an idiot.” You roll your eyes at his actions and proceed to leave your room. You’re putting on your shoes when you realize that this idiot isn’t following behind you to stop you. He stares at you from afar and shrugs before walking away to the couch to continue watching the drama. You’re shocked to say the least. This is probably the only time he leaves you alone and chooses not to irritate you.
You’re about to leave when something in your head tells you to glance at him. You do as your mind tells you and find him sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. You watch as his mouth widens at a joke Barney said on the show and suddenly, that smile didn’t annoy you as much. In fact, it was very cute. You frown, that thought has never came into your mind before.
As if he felt your stare, Luhan looks back at the front door to see if you’ve left, only to be surprised by your eyes staring back at you. No glare, just a curious regard. This is the first time you’ve ever looked at him without annoyance.
“Hey Han…” You call out to him quietly, unsure how he’ll respond to this crazy request you’re about to ask.
“Yeah?” He asks, sceptic of what you’ll say.
“Wanna go out with me?” The words come out surprisingly natural, as if you’d been dying to ask him this question after all this time.
Luhan stands up from where he’s sitting and approaches you with a blank face. You can’t read him. What if you made a mistake? What if you just embarrassed yourself in front of your brother’s best friend? You shut your eyes in embarrassment, you basically confessed to finding him cute. You admitted to finding your arch nemesis cute.
You watch as Luhan gets up and walks closer and closer to you with a blank face. You can’t read him. You never could.
“Actually, never mind. I change my mind.” You say as he becomes an arm away from you. He’s towering over you and you can’t help but feel so stupid for admitting anything to him. You shut your eyes as you feel his face approach yours. You bite down on your lip nervously and turn your head slightly to face another direction. You hear Luhan release a scoff until he’s full on a giggling mess in front of your face. You frown and take off your shoes swiftly so you could leave this embarrassing moment. Luhan’s eyes widen and quickly grabs your arm before you could do anything. He can’t let you leave just like that. Not when his tiny crush just asked him out.
He tugs your arm and you find yourself trapped in his arms.
“I’d love to go out with you.” He smiles down at you. “I’ve always wanted to.”
Before he could say anything else, you pull him down and place your lips on his. Luhan smiles between the kiss at the thought of finally getting to kiss you. He never thought he’d ever get the chance to be with you because of your hatred of him but here’s proof that you didn’t hate him to that extent.
“So now what? Do we have to like… hold hands now?”
Luhan shrugs and grabs your hand to drag you back to the couch so he could kiss you some more.
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fyeahchenfics · 5 years ago
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Title: That’s my lap
Author: rawwrrr (lady yellow)
Pairing: Chen/ Luhan
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed
Length: one-shot; 0.7k
Genre: fluff, hurt , light angst
Summary: "Gege, can I sit here?"
"That's my lap"
"Is that a yes?"
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marshmallow-phd · 5 years ago
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What’s the Difference?
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Genre: Drabble Request
Pairing: Luhan x Reader
A/N: Inspired the tiniest bit by my experience of Thanksgiving cooking yesterday.
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“I really don’t think that’s right.”
“I’m telling you, it says two tablespoons.”
“But that seems like a lot.”
This was new territory for the both of you. It was Luhan’s idea to try something different and cook together. Neither of you were masters in the kitchen. You tended to stick to very simple, non-adventurous recipes. Luhan did not cook at all. In the first fifteen minutes of this new territory, you’d accidentally set the heat too high for the stove top, somehow managing to burn the vegetables that were supposed to be lightly sauteed while still undercooking them. How was that even possible?
Now you were trying to put together the seasoning for the chicken, which really should have been done first before really starting the process, but that’s what you get for jumping straight into the recipe without reading it all the way first. Then again, you did put Luhan in charge since this was his idea. 
“I’m just reading the recipe,” Luhan grumbled. This was really the test of your relationship. Sensing a fight coming on and wanting to keep this fun, you backed off. 
“Okay,” you nodded, giving him a smile. “Two tablespoons of garlic.”
The rest of the cook time went surprisingly smooth after that. The chicken cooked perfectly in the oven in the time that was given in the recipe and the two of you even managed to save the side dish. Sitting down at the table, your mouth watered and your stomach growled. It smelled delicious. And you’d worked hard for this meal. 
“I’m actually quite proud of us,” you declared. 
“I am, too” Luhan agreed with a laugh. 
Picking up your silverware, you both cut into the chicken and took a bit. And gagged. 
“That is disgusting!” You spit out the piece of chicken and lunged for the glass of water by your plate, desperate to get the horrifying taste out of your mouth. 
Luah shoved his plate away as if it were covered in disease. “How could something that smells so good taste so awful?”
“I have no idea.” With a sneaking suspicion, you got up and went over the paper that Luhan had been reading the recipe from. Coming to the seasoning section, you groaned and covered your face. 
“What is it?” Luhan asked as he came over.
“It was supposed to be two teaspoons of garlic,” you growled through gritted teeth. 
“No, it said tablespoons.”
You showed him the paper as evidence. “It clearly says T-S-P.”
“Yeah. Tablespoon.”
“No, tablespoon is T-B-S-P.”
Luhan shrugged. “What’s the difference?”
“What’s the difference?” you echoed. Marching over to the chicken, you cut a fresh piece off and stuck it on the edge of your fork. “Here. Let me show the difference.”
“No! Keep that away from me!” To spare himself the torture, he took off. But he wasn’t getting away that easily. You chased after him, determined to teach him the difference that a simple “B” could make.
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cloudycrystalkpop · 5 years ago
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L.U.C.K.Y. | unleashed
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pairing: Luhan x doctor! reader
summery: L.U.C.K.Y. au | a hidden file on Subject 42.
warnings: male reader, some gore
words: 566
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“please- please don’t do this anymore-” you tried to choke down your fear, holding your hands out to try and protect your face.
“you are nothing but a coward. why would i listen to a cowardly little boy.” he scoffed. you yelped as he grabbed a fist full of your scalp. “listen here doc,”
another yelp fell from your lips as you were thrown up in the air by an unknown force. you were held, suspended in the air above him. 
looking down, you saw your subject, 42. you had been a fool, but you didn’t see it until it was to late.
he had always been calm, unbothered by things. even during the most painful of tests, he kept the stoic face. he was beautiful, strong, and such a fascinating mystery. you didn’t mean to fall for him, and in that, he had to wrapped around his finger.
you whimpered at the tight feeling in your limbs, the ones keeping you suspended in the air. 42 simply tisked at your discomfort.
“you were so easy, i really couldn’t have asked for a better doctor. you were so shy, but so easy to charm. i’ve been waiting for this day. with ever needle they proded me with, every test you ran, i just pictured you, hanging up there, like the fucking usless doll that you are. crying out in pain.”
another sob left your lips as your limbs began pulling away from your body. 42 simply stood there, a sadistic smile on his face. 
“i’ll make you pay, ‘Doctor W.’ for all the horrors you put me through. all the horrors you put all of us through!”
you felt a horrible clicking sound as your left shoulder dislocated. a scream of fear and pain falling from your lips. where was everyone, what was happening, why hadn’t anyone come to help you? why had you just, been abandoned.
could they even stop him?
“do you know what it feels like? to have someone drill into your skull, and prod your brain around with a toothpick? do you know what it feels like to have your scalp stapled back in place?” you began to hyperventilate as 42 tightened his invisible hold on your right leg, tugging it away from your body.
“do you know what it feels like? to be awake while you are dissected. to feel your organs removed and then stitched back into place? do you know how fucking painful it is to have airbubbles trapped until your skin, screaming to get out?” another scream ripped from your lungs as your right leg was broken.
“you were supposed to be my doctor, my caretaker, and you just let them cut me open like an eager high schooler with a scalpel in biology.” he growled. 
“p-please-” you sobbed, shaking your head. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i’m-” 
“are you? are you sorry for what you let them do to me? what they made me become? or are you just sorry that i broke your heart.”
you could see him grinning up at you through your tears. 
“i think, you can’t stop me anymore.” 42′s hold on you left, your body crashing to the floor. you landed on your dislocated arm, your broken leg bending and the jagged bone slicing through flesh.
you remained there, still and sobbing quietly, barely regendering the sound of the door being blown open.
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