#ngl i wasn't sure if this was supposed to be asks or just answer

[coriolantha]

‧˚₊•୨ Patience ୧•‧₊˚⊹

mike schmidt x GN! reader

summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚｡⋆୨୧˚

tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort

wc: 1.1k

notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶

today has been punishing.

rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.

exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.

your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.

you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.

mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.

fuck mondays.

turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.

you missed him more than anything in the world.

with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.

the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.

panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.

"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.

all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.

he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.

"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.

weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.

"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.

"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.

"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear

you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.

"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.

"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.

mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.

"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.

"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.

"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."

you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.

"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.

you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."

he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.

goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.

"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"

"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.

the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.

"want me to turn the light off?"

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.

he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.

"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.

"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.

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dividers by @f-loqweres 🫶

[bugsbenefit]

ngl, it IS really funny to me to see people in posts about Finn's panel being happy about "having Mike's cluelessness confirmed", because... what exactly would Finn have needed to say for you to think he wasn't clueless? because saying Mike is clueless is literally the only way for Finn to dodge Mike's feelings/sexuality right now

"yes Mike knew what Will was talking about/that Will was hurt/ that Will was crying, he just didn't do anything about it because... uhm..." he doesn't really have a way to explain the van scene without prompting more questions from the audience

i'm personally not very hard set on any interpretation of the van scene. i think it's possible to write the story from here on out with Mike being confused and not sure what to do with it, thinking Will was a bit more involved with everything than he let on, hoping that Will was actually talking about himself etc. a lot is possible from a writing perspective since they didn't give us Mike's pov at all

but the idea that actors would "confirm" an interpretation in a panel is insane to me. they told everyone and their mother than Will was straight for 6 full years. if anyone asked Noah if Will was gay/into Mike post s3 he straight up lied, because it was in his contract. Will being gay and in love with Mike was only supposed to fully get addressed in s4 so up until then Noah had to reflect the popular/heteronormative audience opinion of Will just being behind in development

Finn talking about Mike's opinions/thoughts in scenes that explicitly go out of their way in canon to NOT show us them isn't going to give more information. they went as far as blurring Mike out of the bg in the van scene. Finn coming in to clear up what was actually going on in his head won't happen until the show officially decides to go there on screen

actors will never give away more than canon tells you since they're not allowed to give spoilers

rule of thumb: if a character does smth and it's ominously left unaddressed in the show, the actor will either lie about it or play it off as unimportant in an interview until it's revealed in canon. you'll only get a genuine answer for what was going on if the scene was inconsequential to the plot. like "what did x actually think about that annoying guy they met in the mall" etc.

and how Mike felt about/thought about Will, his best friend, confessing his feelings in code, which was left unclear and purposefully confusing to the audience, is the BIGGEST spoiler territory you could possibly move into right now

[sparkymalone]

the sdr2 class pretty much has a game where they try to catch fuyuhiko in casual clothing. hajime and peko were disqualified long ago. peko for obvious reasons and hajime because he claimed that seeing him naked counted as casual clothing. this was in fact, how the class found out they were dating. hajime’s over-competitiveness can outweigh his brain at times.

so far kazuichi is in the lead for the time he barged into the other boys cottage at some ungodly hour, and the door was answered by a very angry fuyuhiko wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants (both of which were hajime’s bc you know that man is a THEIF)

anyway, my brain is always filled with fuyuhiko headcannons ngl

-LB

Hey guys, I have a bunch of asks from February that I'm just now getting to~

I'm so timely~

Anyway, a drabble for LB!

Rating: Not smutty

Word Count: 1884

Class 77-B had been stuck on this deserted island for entirely too long. They had come here for a supposed “school trip,” but they had been here for weeks at this point. No one was sure why, and whenever they tried to question Usami, she always ran away.

Regardless of why they were still here, they were still here. It was frustrating and a bit disheartening, but it presented an interesting opportunity. The students had plenty of time to get to know each other, and to get to know all of the odd little quirks each of them had.

They learned little things about their classmates, like how Sonia collected horror memorabilia, or the very particular way Mahiru sorted clothes. They learned not to use the restroom right after Nekomaru, and not to mention fast food around Teruteru. They learned not to let Chiaki fall asleep in weird places or let Nagito get too deep into his “hope” spiels.

The students quickly realized that there were things they didn't know, also. No one had any idea what Hajime's talent was, or if Akane knew what a bra was, and there was definitely something a little off about Byakuya.

They also realized that no one had seen Fuyuhiko out of formal wear. They all had their regular outfits, of course, provided several times over in their cottages. Over the weeks, though, most of them changed up their look at least once. Even Byakuya had been talked into a swimsuit at one point, and Hiyoko, once Mahiru had agreed to help her get back into her kimono. Everyone got a bit more casual… except Fuyuhiko.

It got to the point that some of the students decided to devise a game.

“Guys!” Ibuki cheered loudly, practically diving into the restaurant. “Ibuki thought of something funny!”

Everyone was assembled except for Fuyuhiko, who had apparently retreated to his cottage to shower. They all turned to Ibuki expectantly. Her ideas weren't always very good, but they certainly were a break in the monotony.

“Sooo, Fuyuhiko never stops wearing suits, right?” the musician prompted, waiting for a response before she continued. “Has anyone actually seen him without one?”

There was a brief pause. Peko hesitantly raised her hand. She and Fuyuhiko had eventually confessed their preexisting relationship, so everyone knew that the two of them grew up together.

Ibuki pointed at the swordswoman. “Besides Peko-Peko! Obviously!”

Peko lowered her hand.

There was another pause, and Ibuki excitedly moved on. “Okay! So, what if we play a little game?”

A murmur ran through the crowd. Mahiru put her hands on her hips. “Just get to the point, Ibuki,” she huffed.

Unbothered, Ibuki continued. “Okay, well, Ibuki thinks we should see who can catch Fuyuhiko in regular clothes first! It would be really funny.” She grinned, proud of her idea.

The others mulled the idea over for a moment before most of them agreed to play. Byakuya wasn't interested, and Peko was obviously disqualified. But pretty much everyone else seemed up for the game.

The group quickly began laying down rules, such as not telling Fuyuhiko about the game, and no one forcing him into different clothes. They also needed to establish what counted as “casual clothes.”

“Does being naked count?” Teruteru asked with a sly look. “It doesn't get more casual than that, right?”

Hajime put a hand to his chin in thought. “Well, if that's the case, I think I already won.” Everyone looked at him in surprise and he blushed, realizing what he had just admitted. “Oh, uh… Fuyuhiko and I are… d-dating…”

“Hajime is disqualified!” Ibuki proclaimed, and everyone agreed.

“What?!” the brunette protested. He had been pretty excited to win, so he was rather disappointed to suddenly find himself disqualified. Still, he supposed that was fair, since Peko was also not allowed to play. Hajime moved to sit next to the swordswoman, sulking, trying not to think about how his boyfriend was going to kill him for telling everyone they were dating.

The class finished laying out the rules and agreed on a prize for the winner: three days off from collecting resources. Hajime was even more upset that he wasn't able to play, but said nothing. He briefly considered telling Fuyuhiko about the game, but decided not to be a spoilsport.

“Game on!” Ibuki cheered. The others agreed, all desperately in need of some fun.

“What game?”

Everyone turned to see Fuyuhiko walking into the restaurant, dressed in his usual pinstripe suit. The yakuza heir looked apprehensive about suddenly having so much attention on him, but he continued moving forward.

“Uh…” Ibuki floundered, caught off-guard.

Luckily, Chiaki cut in. “Seeing how many breadsticks Akane can fit in her mouth.”

Akane perked up immediately. “Hell yeah! I'm ready!”

As the others scrambled to accommodate the lie, Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow. He clearly didn't buy into the act, and his eyes flicked over to where Peko and Hajime were sitting. Both of them gave him a subtle nod. Fuyuhiko frowned, still suspicious, but he sat down without asking any further questions.

The others breathed an internal sigh of relief. The real game was afoot.

***

Over the following days, the class started trying to catch Fuyuhiko in casual clothes whenever they could. The blonde certainly wasn't making it easy, though.

He refused to go to the beach, like he always did, so catching him in a swimsuit was out.

He generally refused to answer his door at night, so catching him in pajamas was out.

Teruteru fielded the idea of trying to spy on him in the shower, thinking that would count, but everyone else shut that idea down. Hajime had a personal word with the chef about staying away from his boyfriend.

As it was, the class was already running out of ideas. Nagito suggested that Mahiru “lose” Fuyuhiko's laundry, but she argued that that would be wrong. Nagito backed down with his usual self-deprecating talk. “Of course, I should leave the ideas to the Ultimates. Anything I suggest would probably just fail.”

About a week into the competition, Kazuichi had had enough. He decided to just ask Hajime for help, since he probably had a better idea of when Fuyuhiko might let his guard down.

Kazuichi knocked on Hajime's door one night. He figured that would be the best time to catch Hajime while he was alone.

After he knocked, he heard some shuffling from inside before Hajime finally called out, “Who is it?”

“It's me,” Kazuichi called back. “I need your help, man. Can you let me in?”

There was a pause, followed by what sounded like whispering, and then more shuffling. Eventually, the door opened, revealing a flushed Hajime dressed in sweatpants and nothing else. “Uh, hey. Come on in.”

Kazuichi didn't think anything of his friend's appearance. It was a pretty warm night, after all. He walked into Hajime's cottage and turned to him expectantly. “You gotta help me, Haj. I just gotta win this game.”

Hajime immediately frowned. “That's what you need help with? No way.”

“Come on, man!” Kazuichi pleaded, throwing an arm around Hajime's shoulders and lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Think about it. If I win, I can let Miss Sonia have the three days off, and then she'll have to give me a shot!”

The brunette grimaced and was about to explain that Sonia would absolutely not have to give him a shot, she wouldn't owe him anything. Before he could say anything, however, the sound of a toilet flushing could be heard from his bathroom.

Kazuichi’s eyes widened and he carefully removed his arm from Hajime's shoulders. “...You're not alone?”

Cringing harder, Hajime held his hands up. “No, but listen, Kaz-”

“Wait, so it must be-!” Kazuichi exclaimed, feeling overly excited by the prospect.

The bathroom door opened and a startled-looking Fuyuhiko emerged. He glanced back and forth between the other two boys, not expecting to see anyone besides Hajime. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.

Kazuichi wasn't listening, though. He was too busy staring at Fuyuhiko's outfit. The yakuza heir was dressed in an oversized t-shirt (which was obviously Hajime's) and a pair of pajama shorts, and Kazuichi couldn't hide his delighted grin.

Fuyuhiko crossed his arms over his chest, face heating up at being stared at for so long. “The fuck are you looking at?!” he snapped self-consciously.

“Nothing!” Kazuichi chirped happily. He turned to Hajime and clapped him on the back. “Thanks for your help, man. I'll see you guys later!” With that, he swiftly exited the room.

Hajime rubbed a hand over his face in exasperation. He turned to his boyfriend, who looked completely bewildered. “I can explain.”

“You fuckin' better,” Fuyuhiko grumbled, moving towards the bed. “Or else you're sleepin’ on the floor.”

“You can't kick me out of my own bed!” Hajime argued.

Fuyuhiko glared at him. “Wanna bet? Just tell me what's going on!”

Sighing, Hajime finally just explained the game to his boyfriend. Once he was finished, Fuyuhiko flushed in embarrassment.

“W-Why the hell was everyone so interested in what I wear?” he asked quietly.

Hajime sat next to him on the bed. “It's just because you always wear your suit. Anyway, it was just a silly game. Don't worry about it too much.”

Fuyuhiko looked unconvinced. “I guess.” He paused. “Wait, how come you didn't win? You see me out of my suit all the time!”

The brunette shrugged. “Me and Peko were disqualified for having an unfair advantage.”

That made sense, Fuyuhiko supposed. He started nodding along, but stopped when he realized something. “Wait… How would the others know you have an advantage?”

Hajime cringed and turned away evasively. “Uh… well…”

Fuyuhiko blushed angrily. “You bastard! Did you tell everyone about us?!”

“It was an accident!” Hajime replied quickly.

The smaller boy grabbed him, trying to turn him back, but Hajime resisted. “I can't fuckin' believe you would just fuckin' tell everybody-”

“I wanted to win,” the brunette argued, voice wavering.

There were a few more choice words thrown his way before Fuyuhiko tried to shove him off the bed. Hajime grabbed his partner's wrists and the two of them grappled for a minute before falling back onto the bed.

Suddenly, Hajime knew exactly how to calm his boyfriend down. His hands slipped under Fuyuhiko's shirt, turning his squeak of surprise into a startled moan. The blonde was clearly still upset with him, but he certainly seemed willing to leave that for the morning.

***

Kazuichi won the competition. He attempted to give his prize to Sonia, who politely declined.

Fuyuhiko was extra grouchy with everyone for a few days, but eventually relaxed. He still wouldn't let anyone see him in casual clothes, if he could help it.

On the rare occasions where someone did catch him in something other than his suit, he would just sigh and tell them that they got a point. It was his own way of playing along.

Whenever anyone asked him who had the most points, he always answered, “Hajime, obviously. Fucker takes my suit off all the time.”

That usually scared whoever was asking off, but if anyone dared to ask who was in second place, Fuyuhiko would just shrug. “I don't know. I'm not keeping track of that shit.”

I hope you liked it! Hopefully I can crank out a few more of these old drabbles soon. Let me know what you think, and feel free to send more requests! It takes me forever to get to them, but I love having them lol.

[tiedyeflannels]

Adventure of a Lifetime

Kim Taehyung x reader

Chapter 14 | Masterlist

A/N: *warning sirens* ANGST UP AHEAD!! This is what writers would call the "climax of the story", but in all seriousness, this chapter was THE main reason why I had started this series. If it wasn't for this, it would probably still be in my drafts, ngl... Anyways! I hope you enjoy!

We laughed as we stepped through the door and into Tae’s apartment. We were immediately greeted by Yeontan as we took off our shoes and made our way to the kitchen.

“I think it’s so cute how they basically switch personalities when they’re drunk,” I laughed as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“Who? Jk and Hobi,” Tae asked, right behind me as he reached over and got a bottle himself before I closed it.

I smiled, nodding, just when Jeong-Gyu walked into the kitchen.

I turned to greet him, “Oh, hey!”

“Yo! When did you get back,” Tae asked, taking a sip from his water bottle.

“A few hours ago. Where did you two go? I was surprised that we didn’t see you when we came home,” Jeong-Gyu leaned on the island, looking between both Tae and I.

“Tae took me along to his practice with the members, then we had dinner together. Didn’t he let you know,” I asked.

Jeong-Gyu shook his head, “No, he didn’t.”

“Sorry, I should’ve texted you and Y/s/n just to let you know where I was going so you wouldn’t have had to worry,” I said, looking between them.

There was tension starting to grow in the room, but I couldn’t place a finger on why.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go take a shower and then get ready for bed since it’s getting late,” I said.

“Yeah, I should, too,” Tae said, as he followed me out. I headed over to the room Y/s/n and I were “supposed” to be sharing and saw laying on the bed, scrolling through her phone.

“Yo!”

“Hey,” I said, passing by the bed and walking over to my suitcase to grab some clothes.

“Did something happen between you and Jeong-Gyu,” she asked, looking up from her phone for a second.

My brows furrowed as I shook my head, “Not that I know of… why?” She hummed before she gave an answer, “I’ll let you take a shower first.”

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion as I walked over to the bathroom and closed the door.

~

“Okay. What do you mean ‘Did something happen between you and Jeong-Gyu’,” I asked as I shook my hair out with a towel.

She sighed, “Well, he’s been acting differently ever since we got home and realized that you weren’t here. I knew you had to be with Taehyung, but his mood seemed to turn sour after I said that.” I tilted my head in confusion at what she told me.

“So I wasn’t sure if something had happened,” she said.

I hummed, guessing that he was causing the tension in the kitchen earlier, but still not understanding why Jeong-Gyu is acting like this.

I shrugged, “I guess I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow.” She hummed in acknowledgement, “Are you getting ready for bed?” 

I nodded, “Mhmm, I’m sleeping on the couch in the living room after you kicked me out last night.”

“It’s not my fault! You know I don’t like cuddling,” she said defensively.

“Yep, and that’s my fault…” I said, monotonously.

“Anyway, thanks for letting me know about Jeong-Gyu. You know where I’ll be if you need anything. Night,” I said as I started to walk out of the room.

“Good night, Y/n/n,” she called out after me.

Walking over to the living room and rolling the blanket out, a conversation could be heard in the kitchen, but since if was muffled I thought I would stay out of what they were talking about.

That was until… I heard my name.

Maybe they we’re talking about me in passing, I thought as I shook my head and finished setting up where I was going to sleep when something in their conversation caught my attention.

“Are you really upset that I brought Y/n along with me?”

“It’s not just that,” Jeong-Gyu aggressively sighed, which made me draw closer to the kitchen to hear a bit better.

“You’ve been taking Y/n’s attention away with your charms!”

“What are you talking about,” Tae questioned and I couldn’t help but agree; what was he talking about?

“This trip was supposed to be just us having fun, but you had to take them away,” Jeong-Gyu sarcastically said.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not my fault. You’re the one that started to abandon Y/n to hang out with their sister. If you cared more about your friendship than this little crush of yours then we wouldn’t be having this problem,” Tae said sharply. 

“Oh! So you’re saying that you just took pity on them, acting like some kind of hero so Y/n would fall for you good looks and charm. Is that it,” the younger brother spat out.

“Do you even hear what you’re saying?!”

“You get everything! A good job, good looks, millions of fans that throw themselves at you left and right! Why can’t you just let me have this?”

“I thought you had feelings for Y/s/n,” Tae asked, voice slightly raised.

I quietly peeked into the kitchen debating whether I should stop this or not.

“Yeah well, all this time without Y/n made me realize that I have feelings for them, too!”

I huffed and rolled my eyes before deciding to end this and started walking in.

“Too bad, because I have feelings for Y/n too,” Tae spoke, making me stop in my tracks and my eyes widened.

What does he mean by that…

“Y/n,” he gently muttered, making Jeong-Gyu turn in my direct and pulling me out of my daze. 

“What’s going on here,” I sighed.

“How much did you hear,” Tae asked.

“A little too much for my liking.”

Jeong-Gyu visibly cringed at my statement, definitely not liking that I heard the argument.

“Listen Y/n, I can explain,” he tried to start, but I held up my hand to quickly silence him.

“I don’t want to hear it right now because you’re clearly not in the right state to think rationally,” I said, pointing to his chest that was still heaving from the anger that he had earlier.

“And I don’t want you two to keep fighting, so take the air mattress and sleep in the family room down the hall. I’ll talk to you about this later.”

I gave him a pointed look before he solemnly nodded and walked out.

I closed my eyes and sighed before looking at the eldest brother. He stayed standing where he was, brown eyes on me. I walked over and lead of the island beside him, arms crossed.

“You seem awfully calm for hearing everything that happened,” he tried breaking the tension.

I weakly smiled, feeling a bit too overwhelmed by all of this.

“What happened,” I sighed.

He shrugged, “You’re guess is as good as mine. All I know is that he was going on about me ‘stealing’ you away from him.”

“He’s an idiot,” I huffed.

He nodded and we stood there for a while in silence as the tension started to dissipate.

“How do you feel about him having feelings for you?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “I think he just misses me by his side and is now mistaking that for romantic feelings.”

A moment of silence fell upon us before he raised another question.

“And…” he hesitated, “How do you feel about me… having feelings for you?”

I stood there for a moment.

How do I feel about it, I asked myself before saying, “I don’t know.”

I looked at him, trying to decipher my emotions, but the more I tried, the more I became confused. 

He sighed, “I’ll just get my confession out of the way, if that’s okay?”

I slowly nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“I’ve really liked hanging out with you, Y/n. I’m not sure when I started having feelings for you, maybe it was that day at the park or when I first set my eyes on you at my parents’ house, but there isn’t a day that goes by that you’re not on my mind. You’re incredibly smart and witty and sweet and I would love to stay by your side for as long as you’ll let me.”

Tears started stinging my eyes as he took a couple steps to stand in front of me.

“I know it’s confusing and you still need to work out your feelings so I won’t ask you to give me an answer right now. I’ll wait how ever long you want, whether it’s tomorrow or when you go back home or a year from now.”

I dryly chuckled as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Tae softly brushed finger across my cheek, clearing the tear before leaning in close and replacing it with a gentle kiss.

He pulled back far enough to look at me and whispered, “Whatever your decision is, I’ll wait for you. I promise.”

He quietly left the kitchen as my tears started to freely fall.

Chapter 15

Taglist:

@maple-leaves-in-the-wind | @eli-xar | @amaroho

[into-september]

Chloé Bourgeois, 1, 9, 15

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

The short answer is that I like the character that was left at the end of S3: one of two characters whose allegiances weren't either strictly "Marinette's friend" or "supervillain or clearly aspiring to be one" (the other one being Felix). I'm not one who gravitate towards antagonistic characters as a rule, but MLB is not a show with the time to make its secondary cast internally conflicted, so relationships is the only place development happens and "acting in alignment with Marinette's ambitions" becomes the gauge of whether or not one is a sympathetic person. Which is to say: the characters who are already friends with Marinette have little room for any meaningful growth in the show, while the ones who make her life difficult (Felix, Kagami, Chloé) were the ones whose future development was intriguing. And among them, Chloé was by far the one who had the most on-screen history.

If I could be bothered to look, I'm sure I could dig out some old meta about how Chloé's whole deal with the bee miraculous was so obviously tied to her parents' respective failures that there was no way that wasn't going to be some meaningful parallel to Adrien and his being a superhero which was obviously really about his coming to terms with Gabriel's moral failures in general, dear god just look at their common worship of Ladybug and the way Chloé's "betrayal" was set up as the trio of once and future big bads spending like three episodes of getting her into a vulnerable position and then manipulating her into becoming their pawn after she'd commited acts of heroism beyond anything Nino and Alya ever did, and and and

and "what I thought was the obvious character path laid by the end of S3 for everyone involved" is an academical dissertation for another day. Let's just say that the purpose Chloé serves in S4-5 is not one that endears the writers' moralising to me, but she's not the only victim who fell for that cause. There's a significant amount of spite involved here, ngl.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

No, for both the obvious reason and the lesser obvious reason that I'm not sure I could be roomates with anyone after living alone for twenty-one years.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Chloé is one of those characters who I don't much care reading romance about, possibly because I'm far more interested in the disaster that is her personal relationships (Ladybug, Adrien, Zoé, Sabrina). But if you asked me who I'd want her to get together with:

Kagami. I've spent ten minutes trying to articulate why but in the end I suppose I just love the idea for the both of them.

Thanks for asking!

(questions here)

[avonsdrabbles]

Hi! I seem to have rambled on to your blog

Weird question! How did you get into (if you ever did) examining and taking apart literature?

For us it's Merlin BBC cuz nothing new has come out for it in over a decade. It's 5 seasons long but at some point you just run out of content but yk, still wanting to talk about it we started drawing on narrative themes picking apart and inspecting the dialogue to figure out each character's intention. I'm glad to say it held up really well

& we're asking people whom have interacted with the degree that forces literature upon you how they started cuz it's interesting

On ask? On my main? It's more likely than you'd think--

Anyways, hi, love the snakes, love the planet, love the ask! It's unsurprisingly a little complicated for me, so bear with me.

I knew I liked English in middle school, but that wasn't dissecting text, that was writing. But that's where a love for language formed, and I started writing more and more. Back then, tho, I HATED dissecting literature, because it felt so pointless. "What did the author mean by this?" I don't know, I can't ask them, Margie! Ugh.

But then, I had the worst English teacher in my entire life in high school. She was, simply put, batshit. She rambled on and on about how fairies were going to take her soul and stole kids things, how cameras were the work of the devil and could also take your soul, how English would heal people's souls...

Really obsessed with souls ngl. Bit weird.

Anyways -- she was god awful. And she changed the curriculum multiple times so we could read what she wanted. The year I was supposed to read Romeo and Juliet, we read Midsummer Nights Dream instead. And by god, everything this woman said pissed me the fuck off. SHE FOCUSED ON THE IMABS? IMABIC PENTAMETERS???? I'm sorry, woman, can we discuss the puns here?! Can we discuss the authorial context of Shakespeare making this play within a play something commoners could enjoy while mocking nobility and the scandals at play, while (sorry, foaming at the mouth in rage and lust over literature).

Needless to say, I dove straight in. I'm one of the lucky ones who could understand Shakespeare without trying. It didn't take any energy on my part to parse the iambs, and I found a lot of beauty in the poetic nature of it all.

The next year, I was ready to fight, but I promptly had the best English teacher of my entire life, the one who taught me more about teaching than anyone else, and who I cite as the reason I became an English teacher. And she really fucking opened my eyes to the intricacies of subjectiveness in English. See, I'm a very stubborn person, and I'm very my-way-or-the-highway. I used to be very mathmatically inclined because there's only one right answer. Sure, you can get that answer a lot of different ways, but only one thing is right. English frustrated me because it seemed like I could say any fucking bullshit and have someone nod and say "Profound."

This is the teacher that taught me that's a feature, not a bug.

Through a little something called Waiting For Godot.

It is, by far, the worst play I've read. It's also my favorite. What sort of 10th grader gets to read an analysis of God that features pet play BDSM? THIS one. (This was also outside of the standard curriculum, but it was the end of the year, so all bets were off I guess).

This was the play where we dove in, read it, and without any discussion of the play, had to write an essay about the theme the author was presenting. All of us felt so lost. The symbolism didn't make any sense. There seemed to be no theme, beyond maybe "Waiting for someone who will never come is painful."

And then, the day before we had to write the essay... We had a substitute, following her lesson plans, and he was one of my favorite SEIAs (special ed instructional assistants). He was the exact same level of batshit as I am.

He SLAMMED his hand on the whiteboard, stared at us as we looked back in shock, and screamed, "ABORTION." He then went into a 40 minute diatribe about how the author of the text was very clearly explaining pro-life VS pro-choice mentality, leaning pro-life, but conversely making a pro-choice argument through the use of the discussion of Christian free will. He used sources. He used text evidence. By the end of the talk, all of us were nodding, clapping, acknowledging that he HAD to be correct!

And he stopped, stared at us, and laughed. "That was all bullshit."

He'd pulled it all out of his ass. And it made perfect sense to us all.

That's when I figured out that literature is what YOU make of it. Literature is all about interpretation; sure, there's tropes to follow that help guide our interpretations, but at the end of the day, words mean whatever you think they mean.

THAT'S what got me into lit analysis.

(And, oddly, homestuck)

[clovercalloway]

We Best Love: Episode 1 [BLIND REACTION]

So, I have a girl friend who is fan of this show and finally convinced me to watch it. Did I make a mistake? Who knows.

But I collected my thoughts and decided to do this. Well, this is gonna be long so get ready. I'll edit with my afterthoughts (note, EAW means Edited After Watching [the episode]) once I'm finished with season 1, or maybe before. We'll see.

Ok, let's begin!

Welp, he's dead, Great start!

You sure this is a romance? This looks more like an intervention.

So, Zhau Shu Yi. I'll guess he's the main character or one of the main characters. I'll try to remember his name [furiously takes notes]

The one gremlin with No Name is asking Zhau why they think it's important for him to win. As a Bakugou fan, I'm excited to hear his answer.

"I push myself forward, so that you can see me." Just one minute and it's already too ‎fluffy for my heart

So, they're fighting underwater. They saw too much anime, istg. Anygays, that tells me these are actual kids (well, the actors may be older, but I'll suppose they're interpreting kids. I bet they're highschoolers).

"LESSON 1: LET'S SUFFOCATE." Okay, wow, great title. So maybe my joke about him being dead wasn't that far off.

Chilhood friends to lovers is such a nice trope, oml, go for it, boy. Be a man and go get your man!

Fang Zhen Wen and Jiang Yu Xin. Hope I remember that. Are those the other two friends?

Me, trying to be smooth

He has a fan club

You gals are fans of a swimmer. What did you expect? You were gonna run out of things to offer him eventually.

So he's Zhou Shu Yi. [keeps taking notes] I'll try to remember that.

Bro, how did he fell? You're supposed to be a pro, Zhou, your gals will be dissapointed.

He sounds way to chill for someone who's almost drowning.

NO YOU'RE NOT????

"How are they talking underwater?" "It's the rainbow connection, don't question it."

My Shojo Academia

Gao Shi De is me receiving gifts (socks and a mug) on Christmas

Anygays, Gao Shi De and Zhou Shu Yi seem to have this kind of rivalry since they were basically on diapers. They came out of the womb wanting to throw hands with each other.

But Gao Shi De seems to be the naturally gifted, always on top, and so Zhou Shu Yi developed some sort of inferiority complex, or so it looks like. (Wow, this reminds me of yet ANOTHER story and ️‍🌈 ship that started in a similar way -if you know, you know-)

"Why did you fall-" THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING, LIKE, WHY

Are you telling me that the actual reason he fell was because of the big gay panic- I mean, rivalry, that he has against Shi De?

OMG HE CUT HIS FINGER! I've seen enough shojo (and shonen) to know what this means. Where's Shi De to kiss it better?

You're not Shi De.

"I'm not crying." He's so Bakugou, istg

Now he's blaming his misfortunes on Gao Shi De. Bruh, the only thing he did was exist.

Oh, so they're in university? Nice to know.

His friends are trying to understand his language, I feel them, literally had no idea what he was talking about other than "Gao Shi De".

I was gonna say they seem like good kids and very supportive friends. The latter is truth. The former...

This poor unfortunate soul keeps falling for their tricks. Gao Shi De it's not that dumb, tho.

Oh gods, he plays the piano, he knows what them girls (and boys) like.

So after having a whole ass "Corpse Bride" moment they went back to bickering

They should make out, ngl. [EAW: Bruh...]

Gay people can't just ask someone out, they have to be very extra about it. Shu Yi is an example of that.

He's been bullying Shi De since they were kids, he's oblivious af.

Boy, just confess, it'll save you and your friends' time.

I want to know his name, he's such a mood.

While Shu Yi can't stop thinking about Shi De, important things are happening.

That girl from the beginning [EAW: Yu Xin, her name is Yu Xin, you big disaster] is asking Fang Zhen Wen out and he's all (,,>﹏<,,)

At least she's honest, nothing more important than THAT.

Shu Yi heard about the proposal and went all fake-smile on them and then left.

"Is Shu Yi OK?" Idk, girl, you tell me, I thought you three were friends.

They're telling him is dangerous to run down the stairs. I think he'll live, but I won't forgive him for dropping his backpack on the floor. Bro, get your stuff.

He's gonna start singing Beat on It.

Annnnnd he went back to the pool. Man, this is were it all started. The flashbacks from episode 1- oh wait.

He's actually making me feel bad, ngl. Maybe it's the acting, or that I understand the whole "why not me" situation. Mitski taught me well.

It's hard. Friendships and relationships are messy, specially when someone is still young. You also have to deal with a lot of feelings being even more irrational than they should, and the inferiority complex definitely doesn't help, making you feel so insecure about yourself, and as if no matter what you're always going to lack something.

I might barely know them but at the end of the day it's no one's fault, really. You can't control how you feel, or how others feel.

MOOOOOVING ON. You know who could help? HEY, SHI DE!

[EAW: He actually came, that mf]

Wait, is he actually? Bruh, did he jumped on the pool?

Why are teens like this. He could've just dropped the collar. Him and his dramatic gay ass.

Speaking of dramatic gay asses.

My guy, this is episode 1, couldn't you just wait until... episode 4, at least?

Dont give me that bs about cpr. The surface was RIGHT THERE!

AND THAT'S THE END OF EPISODE 1. I kinda wanna know if he'll give him the lame excuse about cpr.

I'm dying for more tension, Yu Xin knows what I'm talking about, she also has to finish her thesis.

So, that went quicker than I thought. It was compelling tho. I still need more to form solid opinions, but I´ll bite, I'm interested to know how this develops.

Anyways, whoever reading this (cough cough, bossman), see ya later. I'll watch episode 2 after this.

[sayakxmi]

[Magi rewatch] Episode 9: A Prince's Duty [Part 1]

I'm sorry you what.

I literally went out of my way to check the English version, just to have the words I'm referring to. Like, military? That wasn't mentioned in the manga. And, frankly, it didn't seem like he was working for any military.

Ok, you know, this is actually hilarious. Like, it's supposed to be dramatic, but Alibaba really just came up to the guy, asked what happened to the city, just like that, and the guy IMMEDIATELY understood what Alibaba was referring to.

Man, that's a far more dramatic reintroduction than what happened in the manga. A reminder, that in the manga Alibaba just... paid some guy to take him to Cassim.

Still funny, but won't top the manga one. That "angry" just did it for me.

He's going into more details here.

Alibaba actually falls to his knees here. Makes sense, kinda. Like, in the manga he was probably still very in that Disbelief phase, but here he's literally in front of a grave. He cries, too.

Ok, a small thing here is how much angrier Alibaba looks? In the manga he's more shocked & scared, I'd say?

Ok, that's a bit different, again. First of all, Alibaba's more concerned about stealing & the fact that sooner or later Cassim will be caught, and Cassim's like YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT? BUT what else can I do? And, nah, I think like the manga captured Cassim's desperation/despair far better by him just going quiet. And also the fact, that it's not about "stealing bad", and more "we're still missing something".

Mildly creepy, but, seriously, can't hold a candle to how manga made it look. This entire moment, really. Like, in the manga he looks kind of evil, as much as I hate to use that word to describe anything, since, well, it describes jack shit. But other ones I have is "unhinged", and I'm not entirely sure if that's the one I'd consider fitting, either.

Also, the way he grabs Alibaba in the manga seems far more forceful & Alibaba looks lowkey scared. In the anime it was kind of casual, ngl, Alibaba basially being like Hm?

Also, in the manga Alibaba seemed more aware of the risk of a war happening, and, frankly, in more despair than in the anime. There's just something about the way his eyes looked, kind of empty, that's missing from the anime, yknow? Also, there's more of Alibaba saying stuff like, he can't just do nothing while his people suffer.

That actually looks awesome. Strongly considering using this as my avatar.

Lmao

Them.

Morgiana who

In the manga he actually flinched when the explosion happened, it was way funnier. That being said, Ja'far's expression looks so silly.

What an entrance. And that goddamn moon.

Well, that looks kind of scary

Bad shit happening

Bro, I'm just. What's up with that moon. Why is it so big all of sudden. Ffs maybe there seriously are two.

Rip Hassan.

GRABS

Also, ok, I didn't like this one. In the manga Morgiana steps in front of Alibaba & asks if he actually wants to come with Cassim before doing anything (and he cannot answer her), and when later Cassim grabs Alibaba, she does attack. But the thing is, in the anime she never asks, she just attacks. It's not... horrible, I guess. With the way Alibaba was being dragged seemed pretty obvious that he doesn't want to go, but I liked that small moment of Morgiana, well, just stepping in front of Alibaba first and asking. Because, honestly? Her asking was likely a good semi-wake up call for Alibaba. Does he? And that's what makes him actually confront that thought. But in the anime it doesn't happen.

Gdi Anime!Morgiana, why are you so judgemental here. "What are you going to do, Alibaba-san? They're still just a band of thieves!"

All the players are here.

[mamamittens]

I feel like I need to apologize for my unhinged order.

On the lighter side one Demi to another how did you figure out you were Demi, and double demi at that?

No apologies necessary!

And it's actually quite a funny story!

Uuhhh, long story under the cut, ngl

See, I never thought about it. Growing up I had one crush on a boy who was my friend but there was an argument and we stopped being friend (about ghosts, actually, but that's not important). This was literally in like, first grade or whatever and those feelings never really went away but never grew beyond a crush either. You never forget your first I suppose.

Anyway! I had a date in highschool with this dude (super awkward lead up cause I didn't know how to tell him I thought about it and did want to go on a date so I just waited till he asked me again 😭) but nothing after that until college in my... first or second year.

During all of this, I literally never considered it. Never thought it was weird I didn't have boy band crushes or liked celebrities or my classmates. Never once experienced attraction after that puppy crush. I wasn't social so it never came up!

Then Kurt happened. And the Unfortunately Long Walk (also long story).

See, he sat down at my table during lunch one day and just kept doing it. We'd talk, chit chat a little, and over the course of two months this talking went from the cafeteria to the benches outside in the center of campus. Not once during this time did I consider he had a reason for doing that.

Not once.

And then, sometime as fall started to really set it, I realized he tended to like... look at me a lot. And lean towards me. Put his arm over my shoulder when we sat down next to each other. And that's when I wondered.

"Is he attracted to me???"

Now, I didn't want to assume and look super conceited by asking, but I did want to have an answer. Just in case. Not like last time where I accidentally left a dude hanging for weeks because I was too awkward to tell him my answer.

So, I sat down and thought about and realized something.

I had never felt any attraction before. To anyone. Sure, I had a puppy crush in first grade but that was it. Never felt the inclination towards it, either, despite voraciously reading romance novels in high school. I'd think fondly of those paperback novels but never about myself in that situation. Anytime it was me, the whole scene fell apart. That couldn't happen, oh no no, no!

(This I now understand is a mix of social anxiety and poor self-esteem issues that I'm still working on today tbh)

But mainly I realized that I'd never felt a need to have it before. Sure, a relationship sounded nice but... it was like buying a lamp. (yes, this is the analogy I've been using)

Sure, there are nice lamps. Lamps I think are really pretty or would brighten up my room perhaps! But I don't really need one, do I? I already have lights in my room! I'm capable of lighting my space on my own! (Yes, this metaphor covers romantic and sexual attraction) And Kurt, as nice as he is/was (not really, he was a Nice Guy TM as I'd find out in the Unfortunately Long Walk), I felt nothing towards him. Not even the barest desire to have him as a partner.

He could leave campus and never return and I wouldn't think twice about it--hardly what I'd want in a partner! Or want from a partner!

So, some google searching later, I found the term Asexual and found it fit quite nicely! Not exactly, but overall the term suited me at the time.

Skipping over the Unfortunately Long Walk to how I narrowed down asexual, I was considering the term a couple of years later. It was then I realized that it didn't quite fit.

While I'd never really been attracted to someone before (for real, no puppy crush), I know it's not a total lack of interest in sex. Libido and intrigue in smut clearly indicated otherwise. And since the only time I'd been romantically attracted to anyone it was my then closest friend as a very young child, I realized demiromantic suited me. And following this logic towards sexual attraction, I realized it was entirely possible that I was also demisexual since I'd simply never been attracted to anyone after puberty. It made sense.

I do have an interest in sex, just no... target, so to speak. Just like I have no target for romantic interest. (well, irl at least 😳)

I made a lot of jokes concerning being double demi with DD (jokes on me though, my bra wasn't the right size and it's... really not DD, be cheaper if it was tho)

Being older and (generally considered) wiser, I understand myself a lot better than I did back then.

So, if I were to be excruciatingly specific, I'm demi-panromantic and demi-pansexual, sex-positive with a preference towards men. (as of right now, on account of not really caring about my prospective partner's gender alongside being gender apathetic myself). It is, however, quicker to just say demisexual and demiromantic since experience has taught me that the 'demi' part is exceedingly hard to get past to start with. Mostly cause I'm very slow socially speaking. It's a real blind spot of mine.

As long as they can pin me down, they can dick me down (store bought is fine).

But only if they get past my socially awkward walls to romance me first--which apparently is very difficult!

I hope this explanation made sense!

[tunabesimpin]

Thank you for the tag @kalu-luwa !!! I separated my post cause I can see this becoming very long TvT sorry if i shouldnt have!

ORIGINAL POST/ TAG! ^v^

Oc asks! : for Tuna!

😍 What's the most attractive personality trait a partner can have to them?

Being super playful or fun to be around! Basically a good sense of humor and always inviting you to do stuff! This can range from just playing video games together or watching youtube to actually going out to do stuff. Tuna just likes to be included and enjoys light-hearted joking!

🤣 What makes them crack up?

Potty humor, dad jokes, and cut-off jokes. They have old man humor. You show them a video with fart with reverb over someone tripping and they will very likely laugh. The man who got his free tacos only to drop them and video cuts off? HILARIOUS, COMEDY GOLD. Anything with a goofy sound replaced overtop the og noise? PURE GENIUS.

😡 What's one surefire way to make them angry?

Yell at them. Tell them their opinion is wrong, that they don't get a say in things, or they are absolutely gonna do something only because you know they will. This is 100% the most annoying thing for Tuna and they will just isolate/ stop talking to you LOL. If you push more they might snap at you with your most sensitive topics soooo watch your step.

😄 When are they at their happiest?

Listening to their fav music and playing around ^v^! Literally put on any song from their likes playlist while they want to play and they're on cloud 9. No thought only random flips and pacing to the song!

😭 What makes them sad?

Being the second choice/ left out completely- TvT The amount of times this has happened hurts, and usually Tuna finds out just on their own by chance. They'll pretend it doesn't change the friendship/ crush, but they usually just try to back off and not be clingy. This mostly applies when its one of their fav persons.

💋 What are kisses with them like?

Their kisses are either goofy and playful or quick and shy. Tuna loves to show affection, but never knows what's too much, so they play it safe bein a goof ball about it! But in some tender moments and after a lot of reassurance, Tuna will have the courage to give a sweet quick peck and then act like nothing happened behind a tomato red blush.

👻 What scares them?

Invasion of privacy and fear of depth (mostly at cliffs and deep ocean). Tuna can be paranoid on if they're being watched or if someone they don't trust/ know is too close. Cliffs are scary cause Tuna has a problem with depth perception. They still like hiking, but just nothing too steep. As for the ocean, they just really suck at swimming LOLOL. They never learned how to hold their breathe properly and are weak swimming. Also deep water is just really dark and has creatures yet to be discovered and as cool as that is it's also terrifying because Tuna is just a smol lil guy.

❤️‍🔥 What sets their heart aflame?

Include them in things and be physically affectionate. They're a hopeless romantic and will swoon at most acts of kindness. Head pats, back hugs, inviting them to hangout, Tuna is easy to please. Though surprisingly they don't fall often and even when they do you may never know.

🧠 What type of intelligence do they excell at? (Booksmarts, emotional intelligence, etc.)

They don't excel at anything LOL. If anything probably booksmarts? But it's more like jack of all trades, they just sorta logic their way through things and most times it works out for them. Just a lot of luck honestly.

🎂 How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

They get themselves a cake and their fav dinner! They don't really have a party or invite anyone since the incident (no one but their bestie came to their birthday despite inviting all their friends).

👗 What's their fashion sense?

They like comfy clothes! Tuna enjoys many styles and it really just depends if they feel in a certain mood! ^v^ But their most go to is big shorts and big shirt. Oversized clothes are great! Easy to move in and cozy.

❄️ How do they handle the cold?

They are a natural heater! Cold isn't too much a problem except for their piercings... Those metals get really cold so their ears tend to freeze the most! Otherwise Tuna just runs around a bit to warm up. Though they've never experienced weather below 4 Celsius.

and voila! the list is done LOLOL thank you again for the tag! Now no pressure tags! : @moomoomooing @oseathepebble @comingyourlugubriousness and anyone who wants to join in too! ^v^

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

May i request a yandere linked universe ( Warriors or Four or Hyrule, it honestly doesn't matter which one or if you'll write one, two or all of them )

Can they also act all flustered ( Maybe have heart eyes ) from the reader who is just doing nothing but exist.

First of all thank you for requesting :]

Notes: Ngl I wasn't expecting people to actually request but I'm trying my best to do all of them I swear

General note, when gender is not specified in the request I'll make the reader's gender also not be specified.

I'm not sure if you wanted it to be individual, but it is the way it is.

Also reader is from our world just because.

This is kind of in headcannon format but also not really

TWs: Yanderism but not a lot of it, more like obsession.

LU! Warriors, Four and Hyrule x Reader

Them being yandere dorks in love, that's it.

People say spending a lot of time with someone will eventually bring you close.

Hyrule is a big kingdom, traveling through it by foot or even on horse still took a long time

When you were playing the games you sure didn't expect the days to be that long, you weren't sure if it was just because they were extremely tiring or if the hours just passed slower here.

Either way, 24 hours really felt like 42 some days.

Let me explain how you came to spend time together.

Warriors was the one supposed to be taking care of you, since you weren't a fighter in any way, you didn't go to fight alongside everyone so the Links agreed that one of them should stay back with you in case a monster wandered too close.

Also because you were you. You loved fantasy and Zelda games which made your brain stupid enough to make you want to try to look at everything you could while you were here. Thing is, almost everything here is dangerous so you couldn't be left alone for 5 minutes.

So you spent a lot of time together, chatting about all things. Sometimes it was things from your world which seemed boring to you and interesting to him, as interesting as a whole new world can be to someone, sounds familiar?

Of course you didn't just talk about that, you also were very interested in him, asking all types of questions, which ranged from stupid, random ones like "What's your favorite animal?" to deeper ones like "What was the scariest moment in your life". All the while not pushing him to answer, which made your conversations flow by smoothly, making him slowly gain trust in you.

That genuine interest in him as a person and not just a hero of Hyrule was probably what made him subconsciously fall for you.

Let's be fair, the Links probably don't have enough healthy attention. So time of quality seems like the language of love they would crave more.

Even if they have "attention", it's more like attention for their title, not actual friendly chatting normal people have. Either way is not like they had a way to bring people they cared about with them to spend time together while they were saving Hyrule.

But they had to bring you with them, and it may have been your previous interest in the characters or your personality but you were interested in them and not in the heroes of Hyrule.

So that's why they fell for you.

Out of all of them you also spent a lot of time with Hyrule. You couldn't fight but you knew first aid since middle school when you somehow befriended the nurse.

So of course, even though you didn't have magic whatsoever, you certainly had the basic knowledge of medicine and the desire to learn more so that you could help more.

Which made you spend a lot of time with Hyrule. He tried to teach you how to make potions to the best of his ability, or at least, what didn't require magic.

With some time he got used to you being there, and you started to learn more which left more time for conversations instead of awkward silence while you guys handled ingredients and stuff.

So you chatted.

It took less time for him to befriend you than Warriors. Hyrule liked your way of being and he noticed how Warriors seemed to be always watching you, the suspicious gaze dissipated as days passed and was replaced with a fond gaze, which seemed to only soften more as more days passed.

He wasn't one to call him out on it.

Well it was even harder to do so when he fell for you too.

Now you almost always had two pairs of eyes fondly following you around no matter what you were doing.

That's where Four enters.

You didn't know shit about blacksmithing

But you thought it was cool, not only forging ores was cool but also how he was able to just make those cool battles axes and swords and stuff.

You even asked him once if he had even made a diamond sword.

That's how you started to talk.

Mostly it was about stupid things like the minecraft tools and ores you told him about, sometimes he told you he was indeed able to recreate those, most of the time he just sent you a look like you were crazy.

Eventually, you ditched the minecraft talk. However he was still funny so you started talking with him about the same things you talked with the others.

You thought that even if all the Links around you had the same title and were all supposed to be the same person they still went through different things which build their personalities differently.

Basically, they were completely different people to you.

This point was reinforced when you started talking more with each of them.

They were very different, the thing they had in common despite their title and love for you was that they were all awesome people. Not able to think two times before risking their lives to save someone else.

You admired them.

They also admired you when you weren't looking.

Hyrule wasn't one to point fingers to Warriors insistent stare at you, even more so because he was just as down bad.

Four certainly was.

The blackmailing didn't go as he planned but it also didn't go entirely bad.

They had an agreement.

All three of them were in love with you past the limits of how much they should. And all of them just couldn't seem to leave you be.

So after days and days of having the feeling of being watched at all times you got used to it. Even more since when you spoke about it with the Links you were closest to (aka, the ones who were staring at you nonstop) they told you it wasn't anything and to just brush it off.

Can you blame them? How could they just not admire someone like you?

Sure, what you were doing didn't seem awesome or anything, quite normal things any person does.

But it wasn't any person doing it

It was you.

How come they never noticed how attractive those things were when you done it?

They certainly did now.

If looked close enough, one could almost see faint hearts in their eyes when they were looking at you.

Not very healthy, but who cares? You deserve all the love they could give you and more.

[heeracha]

ep 5. / ep 6. — the availing of promo. / ep 7.

buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x flortist!fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. two idiots aka heey/n. unproof read !!

note: written part !! yaaaas ,, im having too much fun with this smau ngl,, i feel like,,,, by august, we're done right away,, see u on ep 7 <3

heeseung gets out of his car, walking towards the door of the shop. he looks inside to see two people looking around as his eyes land on the counter, he goes inside as he beelines to the counter, tapping the bell once as he looks around.

“hi!” you say, popping out from below causing heeseung to softly jump out of surprise. god, you have got to stop taking him by surprise. your cheeks grow red as you look down at your phone, dialing seungmin, but he doesn’t answer. fuck, this is not what you have been expecting. you honestly thought it was the two people around that rang the bell. seungmin was supposed to pick you up so you wouldn’t be able to face heeseung after that embarrassing message you sent.

heeseung presses his lips into a thin line, looking down as his ears grow red. okay, he knows you look pretty damn cute, but he didn’t expect you to be beautiful up close. you turn around, gently grabbing the small bouquet of lilies he ordered, softly handing it to him. he gently grabs it, handing you the money. you open the cashier, taking his change out as you put it on the counter.

“uh, you know what? i rather pay the original price.” heeseung says and you look up at him.

“um, no, please, i insist. this is like a discount for…” you trail off because there was no event and heeseung looks at you with his big doe eyes as he waits for you to come up with a probably stupid lame excuse. “for knowing a student in your uni that works here.” you mumble and heeseung chuckles.

“really, it’s okay.” heeseung says as he pushes the change back to you. “um, do you work here or do you just help out?”

“i work here.” you say, nodding and heeseung nods.

“and-and… what time does your shift end?” heeseung asks and you look at the clock on the side. 

“seven.” you say. “basically, closing time.” you chuckle, your hand coming up behind your neck which is a habit you’ve grown whenever you’re shy or flustered. 

“okay,” heeseung nods. “i’ll just drop these off to my friend and come back.” he says as he turns around and your eyes widen, looking at him.

“what? why?” you ask and he turns around, looking at you.

“i availed a promo,” he said. “i buy one, i take you.”

you stare at him as he turns around again, going to his car as he puts the bouquet in and drives to pick up the limited edition books in a small rare bookstore nearby. he drives, chuckling to himself. fuck, that could have gone even worse, right?

your eyes don’t leave the door, still stunned on what suddenly happened. “y/n,” you hear as you feel a nudge on your elbow. you turn your head, seeing your aunt with a concerned look. “you okay?” she asks and you hum as you entertain the customers in front of the counter.

heeseung arrives at his shared apartment with jay, knocking on the door and jay quickly opens it with an apron around his waist. “here you go.” heeseung says as he holds the items out and jay smiles, taking them. “okay, happy anniversary.” he says and jay chuckles.

“hey, you sure you’re going to stay at jake’s? you can come back, you know?” jay asks and heeseung nods.

“it’s fine, you two deserve the alone time.” he deserves to stay away to save his heart. “i’ll go now, okay? if anything goes wrong just call.”

“thank you so much.” jay says, sighs. “whenever you need something, okay?”

heeseung nods and jay smiles as he closes the door. heeseung sighs, going down to go back to you. he should really start moving on from ae-cha. how can you even move on from someone who was never even yours to begin with? he drives, arriving at the shop to see that more people have come. he comes inside, seeing you by the counter to give them their order, receipt and change. others asking you questions about flowers while your aunt was on the other side, arranging some orders.

“hey, you came back.” you say as your aunt gives you a bouquet and you secure it with a ribbon as you give it to the customer along with their receipt and change. 

“well, i have a promo, right?” he said and your aunt looked at you as you avoid her eyes because you just know, she sensed that you did something stupid. “can i do something to help?” he asks and you hum, looking at your aunt.

“let him handle the cashier.” she says and heeseung goes around, going inside the counter beside you as he removes his coat, putting it where you put yours as he starts to help with you telling him what to do. 

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[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (25/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: slavery, sexual interaction, uncomfortable situations my dudes-

Summary: You've become well acquainted with this part you're supposed to play, but with Obi-Wan on the mind, you seem to have made a big mistake.

A/n: ouch, this one kinda hurt ngl-

Words: 2.3k

Your new master was an ass, as you expected him to be, but worse in the ways of treatment than you were thinking. You had done nothing but upheld his wishes so far, but before he left the room, chaining you to a large bed, he slapped you in the face for fun. Sick, and twisted. Men like this should not be allowed to live, and they should definitely not be allowed any sort of control, because it made them worse.

When you were sure he was gone, or at least gone for now, you pulled the com link from the top of your outfit, pressing the button once and making sure the line was clear before you spoke into it.

"Anakin?" you asked, waiting to see if he would answer. If he was still entertaining the queen, the likeliness of him speaking back to you were slim, but you wanted to try your luck. "Do you copy?"

"Little one?" Obi-Wan's voice came back to the small speaker, and you furrowed your brows, thinking that he had been on another channel.

"Obi," You were about to ask him why he was on this frequency, but then he cut you off before you began, bombarding you with questions of worry.

"Are you trying to contact Anakin? Why is he not with you?" you were about to try and answer him, but again, he continued on his tirade. "Are you alright? Did someone take you?"

"Obi-Wan."

He heard the irritation in your voice, and closed his mouth before any other words could fly away from it. You heaved a sigh, ready to explain, but you waited a second more to make sure he was finished.

"I'm fine, we got separated, but I'm in a secure location. I was given to the Queen's slave keeper as a gift, and I think I might be able to gather intel from him," you said confidently, but Obi-Wan was terrified. You were alone, without a weapon, and you had no way of getting out without being chased down for escaping as a slave.

"By definition, you are not fine. Send me your coordinates, I'm coming to get you."

You knew this reaction was coming, you'd just hoped that maybe you'd be lucky enough not to have to deal with it.

"Obi, calm down for a second and think rationally about this. I am the slave girl of the main keeper of Kadavo, and I might be able to find out where the Togrutas are being held, but I need you to trust me," you kept your voice level, not just because you were trying to reason with him, but because you were trying not to let anyone outside the doors hear what you were saying.

You could practically feel his tense presence through the comm link, and though you thought it sweet to be concerned about you, this mission was more important. Fifty thousand men and women were being kept hostage from their planet, and you could be the difference in whether they live or die, or live horrible long lives as slaves.

"I do trust you," he said, and though you were happy to hear it, he wasn't quite finished. "I don't trust others with you."

You smiled at the sentiment, but upon hearing your keeper come close to the other side of the door, you snapped back into reality.

"He's coming I have to go."

"Be careful, please..." his voice sounded pained, and you hoped it was not because of you. You knew he cared for you deeply, as he had been in your life for the vast majority of it, but you hoped that if something should happen, he would act rationally, doing his duty like the wise Jedi you knew he was capable of being.

"I will, I promise."

-

You'd been kept on a leash; a lovely metal chain that hung around your neck and held you close to the man you were perched upon. You were of course uncomfortable beyond reason, being sat upon the lap of this monstrous being, a waste of oxygen if you were being honest. You stayed still however, keeping your legs pressed tightly together as he subconsciously moved his large and sweaty hands over the bare stretch of your upper thighs.

Normally you would try and subtly get out of this hold, maybe adjust to a more modest position, but the conversation that was going on was way too important for you to risk interrupting it.

"Our newest shipment has entered processing, but they seem to be taking longer than usually to break," the man he was speaking to had been talking an awful lot about this new shipment, and you'd like to bet you knew exactly what it was. The missing Togruta colony were a people of arts and creativity. They were far from the mindset of being controlled, especially by something so vile as the slave trade.

"Do whatever it takes to have them ready, they must be broken when the Count arrives."

Your skin shuddered... Count Dooku was behind this plot? Of course, he was, he was quite literally behind anything you seemed to get yourself into. You pretended to ignore the happenings around you, staying still as you possibly could. You didn't want this monster of a being to touch you anywhere else than he already had his hands, which were already pushing the limits.

His employee soon let him, and with no one else in the room, his attention turned to you. You kept a straight face, blocking any emotions that might give you away.

"I suppose I should pay more mind to the lovely gift I've been given today," he chuckled under his breath, moving his other hand around your waist and pulling you closer.

You didn't protest but placed a hand on his shoulder delicately. TO him it seemed like you were compliant with his advances, but little did he know that if he made a wrong move, you would use the small muscle under your thumb as a pressure point to knock him out. You were saving it though, until it was absolutely necessary.

"You got a name, pretty thing?"

You were surprised to say the least, most often these kinds of men only took what they wanted, no care about the actual human involved.

"Not really," you lied, your voice sounded softer and more seductive than it normally was, but it was all part of the plan. You were still latched onto Obi's signature, and if you truly needed him, he'd be able to sense you were in trouble. "I imagine you can call me whatever pleases you."

He smiled devilishly, using the controls on his hoverseat to move you both back into the room you'd been kept in earlier. You hoped he didn't try anything, because you'd hate to blow your cover so soon. You had no weapons, but you had your bare hands, and you had the force, which had never failed you before.

"I can think of a few things..." he trailed, nodding for you to stand from his lap. You did so, waiting for him to give you further orders, but he never did. Instead, he pushed you back onto the bed, being quite forceful as he held you down and crawled over top of you. You didn't do anything to stop him yet, trying to use the force to find a way around this. You couldn't blow your cover yet; everyone else who had come would be in trouble for your sake if you did.

You thought fast, reaching out in the vast expanse of the force, finding Obi-Wan and calling out for him. You were beginning to panic, as the man forced your legs open for him to kneel between.

"You've never been had before, have you pretty thing?" his dark and gruesome tone angered you, but also scared you. Were you going to allow him to touch you like that for the sake of the mission? Were you going to sacrifice the one part of yourself you swore you'd save until the person it was meant for was ready to accept it? You didn't know, but you needed to hurry up and make a decision.

"No," you said, and it came out with a crack in your voice. The man laughed and shook his head, placing his hand right over the spot where no one had ever touched you before. You tensed up, and upon feeling the discomfort, you felt your eyes well up with tears.

'Obi,' your pained call of his name was heard in his head, and he stopped what he was doing immeditely, leaving Rex with the prisoner they were helping and running in the opposite direction.

"Oh, don't worry, it ain't gonna hurt.... much," he laughed again, much darker, and you couldn't take it anymore. He'd already touched you, and you were having a panic attack over it. You couldn't let him have you, you'd regret it for the rest of your life.

He ran his hands up and down your body, but before he was able to take anything off of you, you managed to get your hand around the one muscle of his shoulder again.

"Don't touch me while I'm having my way with you," he said, ripping your hand off and throwing it back into the bed beside where your head was laid. "I don't like when my salves touch me."

You were raging, and it was only now he saw the heat in your eyes.

"That's just too bad," you whispered, using your other hand against his head and knocking him out using the force method you'd become so proud of.

He went completely deadweight overtop of you, and you had to push as hard as you could just to roll him over. He fell off the bed with a roaring thud, and you had to take some deep breaths to gather yourself. You still felt the outline of his hands on you, and it was making you squirm where you sat, unable to shake the horrible feeling of discomfort. You already regretted letting him take from you what he did, and had you gone any farther, you would hate yourself completely.

You tried to shake it off, to stand to your feet and move on, but you couldn't get it out of your head. You'd been touched, groped by someone who didn't give two gundarks about you. It wasn't like you'd gone through with the actual act of it, so why was it such a big deal to you? You couldn't be sure. Maybe it was the act that there was only ever one man you wanted to touch you that way and now it had been ruined because he hadn't.

He was trying to find you, but couldn't, and as he raced all over the property trying to find where your signature was stronger, he found himself lost, and in a panic. You needed him, and he wasn't there.

'Little one,' his voice rang out in your head, but only barely. He was distraught, and in turmoil over not being able to find you, sense you.

'I'm okay, I'll be okay.'

-

You were definitely not okay, and the physical pain you were feeling was unbearable. Obi-wan had to have been caught, and was being beaten, or whipped, or something that was causing him to cave in on his own body. He tried to let go of your signature several times before it happened, but you refused to disconnect from him, knowing that you'd rather feel his pain than let him go through it alone. You'd gotten out of the room you were being kept in and were trying your best to find a way out of all these tantalizing tunnels.

Anakin had only an hour ago told you to turn off your comm link and not use it anymore, knowing that Obi-Wan and Rex had been captured, and it was likely that if you also carried one, this whole operation would fall apart.

You tried your best to find a control room, a main console, anything that could tell you where the mass amounts of slaves were to be kept. If you could find them, you would find the Togruta colony, and Obi-Wan.

Of all the people in this galaxy, if there was one man who did not have the heart to be broken into a slave, it was Obi-Wan Kenobi. He would always fight back, defending himself and defending others. It was a part of his nature as a guardian Jedi to always stand between his enemy, and the people he knew he was to protect.

You had found the main console, sneaking into the room, having seen only one man occupying it at the moment. You charged him from behind, using the binders around your hands to come up and keep him in a choke hold until he was on the floor, unconscious. You sat in his chair, searching the database for any information. It was locked with a password, but these lifeforms that created the accounts were no more intelligent than a skugworm. You typed in a few combinations and were in on the third attempt. The password was: 1234.

You searched the logs, looking for different locations on Kadavo, and the largest holding units you could find, but were stopped upon feeling a presence.

You spun around in your chair, seeing your slaver standing in the doorway with a look of utter hatred in his eyes.

"I guess I've been caught," you said cockily, raising your hand and trying to use the force to push him back against the wall. He tripped over himself but was able to come back to where he stood before you managed to do him real harm.

He pulled a remote from the holding compartment on his waist, pressing the top button and sending you to the floor immediately. You had been shocked electrically all throughout your body, and it was all due to the metal collar on your neck. You forgot it was even there...

The world around you faded to darkness, and your mind went numb with pain, both from your own body, and second hand from Obi-Wan's signature. You wondered if he could feel your pain, as you faded into the abyss of nothingness.

-

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[tvrres]

Okay, I had one for Angel, maybe an angel x fem!reader where the reader is almost sucked up into the ufo and our poor bby is worried? Just some fluff and stuff <3

and please don’t feel the need to rush take your time! Love ya 💕

— BAD MIRACLE

✦ pairing: angel torres x fem!reader

✦ summary: it's dumb luck you ended up at the haywood's ranch. it's even dumber luck that you didn't die there.

✦ note: yeah i listened to jennifer saunders' cover of holding out for a hero while writing this and yeah i made it deeper than it needed to be. it's a little sad i'm ngl

You weren't even supposed to be here.

This was all because of your stupid phone charger. If it hadn't disappeared from plain sight, your phone wouldn't have died before your alarm went off the next morning. You would have been to work on time and your boss wouldn't have let you go. Running into Angel, an old friend from high school, would have ended with plans for a coffee date that would never come. Instead you asked him if he knew any places hiring.

At first, you were glad things ended the way they did. You liked working with Angel. He had gotten taller since graduation and built some muscle that suited him well, but inside?

Inside, he never changed.

He would often visit the furniture department of Fry's to ask if you needed help, even though he was far from well versed when it came to Tempur-Pedic beds. You would laugh and tell him you were fine, to get back to electronics before he got in trouble again. So what if you guys were friendly? So what if maybe it was a little more than that?

After a two months of this, he invited you over to his apartment to watch some psychological thriller on Amazon Prime of all things. It was a fine movie, but you were too busy thinking about how your knees were touching. Neither of you moved them. When the end credits rolled and your can of Sprite was empty, Angel slid his hand into yours.

"I promise next time I'll take you on a real date," He muttered. You felt a smile creep onto your face before nodding. "But I think you're really great, (y/n). I want to spend more time with you if that's cool."

"That's cool." He looked relieved when you said this even though you couldn't imagine saying anything else. Afterwards, you guys talked and you're pretty sure he convinced you that ghosts were real that night. He seemed pretty certain there was one in the laundry room downstairs. Then he walked you to your car and hugged you goodbye.

There was a tension as you pulled away and you thought maybe he might kiss you. But he didn't, and that was okay. You guys had plenty of time.

It was only a few days after this that the Haywoods entered your store. Angel texted you, saying he was heading out to do an install and that he'd be back later. You sent him a thumbs up emoji before returning to work. Later finally came and Angel strolled up to where you stood by the display couches.

"How was the install?" You asked in a cheery tone, mostly just happy to see him. He looked around, pretending to be casual.

"Fuckin' weird," You furrowed your brows.

"Weird how?"

"Like extraterrestrial weird."

You let out a small laugh. Angel wasn't exactly a conspiracy nut, but he did let himself get lost in the idea of it sometimes. "What are you-"

"Look, just meet me at electronics after you clock out," He whispered as if someone was listening. "It could be nothing, but it could not be nothing." You gave him a suspicious look.

It was most certainly not nothing.

The unmoving cloud was enough to convince you, but nothing struck pure fear into your heart quite like feeling Angel's van stall on your way off the Haywoods' property. "Shit." Was all he'd said.

"Shit?" You looked at him frantically. "Shit, what do you mean shit?" Angel didn't answer you, instead quickly undoing both of your seatbelts. Your heart sank at this as you realized what his plan was. "I am not going out there and neither are you!"

"(Y/n), these are fucking aliens and they will crack this fucking van open like a goddamn piñata if they want to!" He grabbed your hand roughly and looked into your eyes, causing a sudden calm to wash over you. "Just don't let go of me and we're gonna be fine." You barely had time to process his order before he threw open the driver's side door and pulled you out behind him.

You narrowly escaped death once, which was more than enough for the both of you. OJ Haywood was not satisfied with this, however.

So now here you were, reloading film into a bulky camera being operated by some gruff and acclaimed filmmaker you had never even heard of. You sat nervously behind Angel the rest of the time, running your thumb over the label on your walkie that read BATTLESHIP. Despite everything you'd been through, everything you'd seen, the cloud, the power, that. . . thing (Jean Jacket as the Haywoods called it,) none of it felt real.

The only thing keeping you grounded was the constant string of voices coming through your walkie. It was truly a sight, watching OJ on his horse trying to win an impossible race. Jean Jacket loomed over him and you wondered how something so large could seem so weightless.

As the man released a colorful parachute at the last second, the entity turned on a dime to avoid it, giving Holst and his camera a perfect shot of it. It quickly retreated high into the sky, making you breath a sigh of relief as Angel cheered. A weight lifted off your shoulders, seemingly drifting away just as Jean Jacket had.

"It's over!" Emerald's voice crackled through your walkie. "We got it, y'all! The feed started going in and out when, when that guy got got, but we should be covered with the film camera. Right, Holst?"

The man was silent. You took this as his being in awe, disbelief at what he had just captured. His walkie beeped before he spoke into it. "The light," He gazed at the sun that hung low in the sky. "The light, it's, gonna be magic soon." You didn't know what he could have meant by that, but there was sudden foreboding energy in the air.

OJ felt it too, asking over the walkie what he meant. The man didn't answer, having already grabbed his other camera and standing from where he was. You tapped Angel, who was still staring in the direction Jean Jacket had disappeared. He turned to see Holst leaving the safety of the tent.

"Wha- no, no, where're you going?" His voice was frantic. The man turned back to the both of you.

"Angel, (y/n)," he said somberly. "It's gonna be alright. We don't deserve the impossible." Your blood went cold as he stepped fully out into the open.

"Hey guys?" Angel spoke into the walkie. "Holst just said some creepy, cryptic shit, took his camera, and he's heading up the mountain. Over."

You cupped your hands around your mouth and hollered at the older man. "Dude, what the hell?!" The same pit of fear from before welled up in your stomach. "Holst, come back!" Behind you, Angel got up from his seat and moved to where Holst had been before.

"Fuck it." He muttered, looking through the viewfinder of the camera. "He's crazy, right?" You searched for Jean Jacket in the sky frantically, still yelling for Holst. The being seemed to notice him quickly, flying down from the clouds at an incredible speed. It came close to the tent, causing you to quickly pull Angel down onto the ground with you. You both watched helplessly as it descended upon Holst and pulled him up into the air in a cloud of dust.

Then, just like that, he was gone. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you stared at where he had been, fighting every instinct you had to look up. You began to search for your walkie on the ground in a panic, knowing OJ and Emerald had seen it, hoping they knew what to do next.

In your distressed state, you didn't notice Angel stand and walk towards the edge of the tent. Once you did, a scream caught in your throat. He backed up, staring at Jean Jacket in disbelief. It slowly started closing in on him.

"Angel!" You cried out, getting ready to run out to him. Before you could, the tarp that covered you flew and wrapped around Angel and sent him rolling down the mountain into a barbed wire fence. You were about to slide down after him, until you heard Holst's screams echoing right above you.

It was nearly on top of you, so close the metallic scent of blood filled your nose. So you crouched back down and stared at the dirt shifting in the wind, hand over your mouth as you whimpered in fear, not daring to breath. That stupid fucking charger.

You were sure the only thing that saved you was Jean Jacket noticing Emerald by the stables. The wind of it rushing towards her knocked you over, your hair whipping wildly in the air. Once it was gone, you quickly made your way to Angel.

He was tangled up in the barbed wire and tarp, cuts from it littered his skin. "Angel!" You turned him over and tried to feel for the end of the wire. Your fingers bled, but you ignored it the best you could. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you scared the fuck out of me, oh my-"

"(Y/n), get to the house," He was breathing hard and trying to push your hands away from him. "You can make it, go!"

"No!" Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you fought against him. "No, I'm not gonna leave you here! We have to stay together and we'll be fine, that's what you told me!" The sound of Jean Jacket destroying the stables and Emerald's screams only made you panic more.

"Now I'm telling you to go!" He turned to where the animal clicked loudly. "Go! Before it comes back!" You looked over your shoulder at the house before turning back to Angel.

"You better not fucking die!" Was all you said before turning to sprint towards shelter. You nearly tripped more times than you could count. In your peripheral vision, you could see Jean Jacket move behind the mountains behind you before losing sight of it. You prayed to whatever higher power could hear you that Angel would be okay. That they all would.

"HURRY (Y/N)!" Angel called from behind you. "IT'S COMING!" Your stomach sank as he shouted and you tried to move faster, but the house was still out of reach. Suddenly, you felt as if gravity was no longer working and the dust around you swirled.

Angel watched with horror filled eyes as you were lifted off the ground, felt his heart pound in his ears when he heard your screams. He tried to free himself quickly, knowing there was nothing he could do for you, but refusing to accept that.

You reached for anything you could and by some kind of divine intervention, your sweater sleeve became tangled in the branches of a nearby tree. Jean Jacket still pulled on you with an unbearable force, the wind roared around you so hard you thought you'd go deaf. You fought against the pressure as best you could, forcing your other arm down to grab the tree branch. Clenching both fists around it, you hung in midair. The branch threatened to slip out of your hands and you could feel blood being drawn by its rough surface.

Then, just as quickly as it disappeared, your weight returned to you and you hit the ground with a thud. Not before falling through the branches of the tree, cutting your skin and clothes on the way down. You kept your eyes down for what felt like eternity. The air was silent aside from the steady breeze that had been there before, but you didn't trust it.

Angel stared at your limp body from afar, assuming the worst. He could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat, not even noticing the figure Jean Jacket had started to transform into. He watched as Emerald marched towards where OJ was hiding out and waited until Jean Jacket was distracted with her. Once it was, he finished untangling himself and ran to you. The wind burned his eyes and he wasn't sure if it was sweat or tears that streamed down his face.

Your breathing was still frantic as you looked in the direction of the arena, where Jean Jacket was unfurling itself into some cosmic horror more terrifying than before. You didn't have the energy to be afraid, however. Right as you were going to lay your head on the dirt once more, you heard footsteps rushing towards you. With a cough, you tried to support yourself on weak arms to see where they were coming from.

Angel fell to the ground next to you and pulled you into a suffocating embrace. "I fucking thought you were dead, (y/n)!" You don't remember when you started crying, but at some point you were shedding silent tears into his shoulder while you felt his shaky breath on yours. "I thought you were dead!" You let out a through a sob. You were bleeding all over each other and the only thing you wanted was to be right back on that sofa in his stupid apartment. Before you knew any of this existed.

You both pulled away from each other to examine your injuries. He looked over the bleeding cuts on your palms and you looked over the ones on his arms. You were in the middle of scanning over his dust covered face when he pulled you into him again, this time planting his lips on yours feverishly.

It was a desperate kiss, one he was afraid wouldn't last. You kissed him back just as wildly, trying not to let him know you were crying again in fear he would stop. Finally you pulled away, face shining with tears. The sun had started to sink in the sky.

There was a muffled boom in the distance and you both turned to the direction it came from. A cloud of smoke floated in the air, what remained of Jean Jacket slowly emerging from it. Angel stood on weak knees and helped you up as you did the same.

The drive to his apartment was a quiet one, your hands were still shaking as you tried to unlock your car.

"You don't have to go home, (y/n)." Angel said from where he stood behind you. You smiled in spite of yourself.

"You've done enough for me these past few days," You turned to him with a sad smile. "You need to rest, it's okay."

He stared into your eyes with an empty gaze. It hurt to see him looking so hollow. "I don't," He cleared his throat. "I don't want you to go home." Silently, you pulled him into another hug. It mirrored the one he'd given you the very first time. "Okay," you said. "I just need to get a few things."

When you walked into your bedroom to retrieve some clothes, you saw your old phone charger. Right where you had left it.

Feel free to send in more requests y'all otherwise it's just going to be more of my self indulgent bs

Also, and this goes for any request, if you the sender are not satisfied with your written response, please reach out to me and I will redo it to your liking!

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Wendy! I really love Empty Air like I read it almost every day since I found your blog.

I see that your request is open and would like to request a smut for Ran inspired by the song Ivy by Frank Ocean. What would Ran do if you said you love him after dating for quite a while but didn’t seal the deal yet? :)

Ivy: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: "If I listen closely... I can hear the sky falling too." - Frank Ocean (okay ngl, I thought you meant "seal the deal" as in make the relationship official, because the meaning behind Ivy is way way sadder than just a smut fic, but I finally got what you meant 500 words in. Pardon the angst.) Also, chubby reader because I love imagining Ran's fingers dancing around their body shape.

wc: 1.1k

tw: angst, smut

masterlist

Plink, plink, plink.

Your eyes slide to the window pane as you frown. The forecaster didn't say anything about rain today. You're typing away at your computer, but your fingers hover over the keys as the driveway outside grows darker in the waning light of the impending storm.

"Do you love me, Ran Haitani?" you whisper to no one and nothing, recalling the memory of the man who stood in front of you, car keys in one hand and yours in the other.

There was a pause. Ran shifted on his feet and furrowed his brows together, then dropped your hand. Oh.

"I..." The words died on his lips. Oh.

You swallow hard, feeling the pinpricks of tears sting your eyes. No, you couldn't think about Ran now. Not when you needed to focus.

Your phone buzzes to life just as you wipe your eyes. You look over to catch a glimpse of the contact's name, but you barely notice the "R" before you press the "end" button. Not now. Not here.

Another call. Your phone buzzes like a wasp offended at the apparent dismissal. "Not now," you gripe, pressing the "end" button again.

"Come outside!" You hear the sound of the rain slapping at your window and the voice of someone you know. "Y/n! Come outside!"

Your eyes slide to the window pane, and you look out at the man standing in the rain, the umbrella barely enough covering for him. Ran.

Your feet carry you down the stairs and to the door, and you hurriedly throw it open without caution. "Get in here, you idiot!" Ran's face lights up in that lazy smile you love, and he rushes inside, pausing to drop his umbrella at the door. After you shut the rain out, you turn to him to see the damage done, but instead of finding a way to get dry, he sweeps you up in a deep kiss.

Ran's plush lips press against yours urgently, as if this moment would only last a fraction of a second, and he couldn't waste it. But you find your hands worming between your bodies, pushing him off you ever so slightly.

"What are you--"

"I've missed you," he pants softly, eyes roaming about your body like he'd forgotten what you looked like. "I called..."

"You did." There's a pause, one full of questions and no answers. "I thought you didn't..." Ran sighs, taking a wet braid in one hand and wringing it out.

"I've never been in love before," he whispers, frowning a little. "So when you asked if I loved you... I wasn't sure what that feeling meant."

"And what do you feel now?" you wonder, stepping closer to him.

"I suppose you could call it love," he muses, a smirk playing on his lips. Ran leans in to kiss you once more, and you slide your fingers around his soaked shirt, not caring if you got wet. It wouldn't matter anyways. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you reply, and Ran nips at your bottom lip, tugging your hand before leading you back up the stairs. What proceeds is the removal of wet garments one by one, the path leading to your humble bedroom like a trail of crumbs.

As Ran's fingers find the waistband of your underwear, you find yourself much warmer than before, almost too hot and bothered by the feeling of Ran's hands on your bare skin.

"Come 'ere," he breathes lustily, one hand stroking his half-hard cock while the other grips your hip. "Come 'ere, princess."

You follow his movements and lie on the bed, feeling your body relax into the sheets as Ran touches you, explores you, and parts your legs open for him to do more searching, more caressing. His fingers dip into you quickly, curling slightly and bringing you a toe-curling sensation as they stroke back and forth.

"Mmmmm, Ran," you purr, and he hums back, rubbing your clit lazily with his other fingers.

"So fuckin' sexy," he almost sings, observing you as you moan and whine for him. "How does it feel, baby?"

"Feels good," you breathe.

"Louder," ran commands, and you obey immediately.

"Feels so good." Ran nods, kneeling down and removing his fingers. You sit up a fraction, but when his mouth connects with your cunt, you're forced to lay back down and enjoy the sensations. His tongue laps at your opening, smearing your slick around before he sucks at your clit. He continues this for a while, moving between licking your pussy and sucking your clit harshly.

"R-Ran," you pant, opening your eyes slowly and looking down at his focused gaze. "I--"

"Not yet," he grunts. "Want us to cum together, okay?"

"Okay," you agree, and Ran pulls away from your pussy, running his tongue along his mouth. Ran gets on top of you, positions himself properly, and angles his cock before sliding into it easily.

"Oh," you squeak, and Ran exhales deeply like he'd been waiting for this moment for years.

"Take it," he chants. "Don't run from my dick; not right now..."

"Ran," you whimper, but he continues, shushing you and pressing a hand to your cheek.

"Easy, easy..." He pumps into you slowly, ensuring every inch of him fits neatly inside you before he quickens his strokes. The sound of his hips pistoning against yours makes you even wetter, and Ran can tell. His fingers tighten on your hips, and you moan, loving the feeling of his dick stroking your gummy walls with abandon.

You feel yourself letting go of all of the insecurities of the past few days, feeling free and loved for once. Ran seems to be enjoying it as well, his mouth opening to deliver praises and groans of pleasure while you both hope to achieve orgasm.

The slow build crests higher and higher until you can't hold back any longer, Ran pumping away at your cunt as if in a trance. "Gonna cum," you announce, and Ran looks down at you, nodding.

"Cum for me; cum on my cock." You grip his arms and let go with his permission, your cunt spasming around him and nearly making you blackout. As you feel your orgasm heighten, you can feel Ran's dick pulse a few times inside of you while he grunts, hips jerking forward rhythmically.

"You came," you breathe. Ran nods, his purple eyes hazy as he recovers from his orgasm.

"Can't seem to stay dry," he teases, still inside you. "Got me all wet down here." You laugh a little, and as he pulls out of you, you feel his cum leaking past your folds. "Don't worry," Ran adds, winking as he kneels down again. "I've got just the technique to clean this mess up."

[berryvjakey]

“𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧” 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 💋

warning: a little sugestive (making out )

a/n: if you are under 16+ then please, dni, I mean that's just some making out, but I will feel bad with the thought that someone really young read that

Heeseung:

you were at your friend’s party and someone suggested to play “spin the bottle”

your friends spined, it stopped on you

“Truth or dare?” a guy you didn’t know asked you

“Dare” as a baddie you are obliviously, you picked dare because hey, what can possibly happen, right?

"Play 7 minutes in heaven with Heeseung" you actually didn’t expect that, but you’re not going to back out 🙄

you went to bathroom, and you friend locked the door

LITERALLY a second after that, Heeseung stood infront of you like 🧍

“What are you-“ he cut you up with his lips on yours

this kiss was hot

he putted one of his hands on your waist and the other one on the wall, next to your face

you placed your hands on his cheeks and then, when the kiss started to get sloppy and spicier, the doors opened

"You can leave" your friends said as you and Heeseung look at each other with blush on your cheeks and heavy breath

Jay:

i think he would be pretty chill about this whole thing

“You have to play 7 minutes in-“

“Yeah yeah, I get it, can we start?”

“Bro, you don't even know who will be locked with you”

"Ok, can we hurry up please?"

he was just really bored, but when he heard your name, he started to hurry things up even more

"Y/N, come on! Hurry up, I don't have time!"

when you guys were finally alone, he started to flirt

"U know ... your lips look so cold, I can warm them with mine" *wink*

his pickup lines were so bad, you felt sorry from him 😭

he wasn't expecting you to actually laugh at his awful pickup lines, so he just shut you up with his lips

he lied about your cold lips because they weren’t cold

they were soft

kiss was delicate and nice, but he wanted something more ... spice????

when he was about to start going further, the doors opened

"Jay, you can leave now cause as I remember, you "don't have time” do you?"

Jay promised himself that he will make out with you another time, after all he didn’t embarrassed himself infront of you for nothing

Jake:

ok hear me out besties ❗️❗️❗️

so… Jake hadn’t his first kiss yet

i mean like, a real kiss, not a peck on a lips when he was 6, from a girl in kindergarten

he might seem experienced but his not

his friends knew that all of course

they also knew that Jake has the biggest crush on you from first year of high school, so they invented you to their house for “a big party 🎉 “ (they lied about that “big” part) and made you play some games with them

you started really innocent

first game you played was monopoly

then “spin the bottle” comes up

and when it were your turn to pick a challenge, Sunghoon asked “truth or dare”

you pick truth

that answer wasn’t expected, you ruined their plan ngl, but Hee came up with a new one, brighter one

“Ok, tell us about your most embarrassing moment in your entire life" Heeseung said with a big grin on his face

now, you’re the one surprised

your face literally said 😧

obviously you don't want to do this, so you try to back out

"You know what? I will pick dare then 😁"

"But you're 100% sure? You can't back out this time" Heeseung warned you, but you still decided to go for it and said quick "yeah"

"Go to that closet and play 7 minutes in heaven with, hmm… Jake!" you looked at him and his face was like “what 😀”

he was literally so shocked that his hands started to sweat a little, but he still was kind of happy

"Ok, I guess” you reply

so let’s move on to the moment when Jay and Sunghoon lock you up with Jake in not very big closet

at first it was so awkward

he had not kissed anyone in his life, so he doesn't even know what to do and where to start

"So are we supposed to kiss or-?”

"I- like- I haven't kissed anybody ... ever"

"It's totally fine if you don't want to kiss me, we can just sit here and-"

"Naur! I want to kiss you, but I don't really know how…"

boys, were dying from cringe on the outside of the closet ☠️😭

"Come closer" he did as you told him

"And just go with the flow" once again he did as you said

BOOM BOW HE WAS KISSING YOU

it wasn’t as hard as he thought

he feels a thousands of butterflies in his stomach

you started to move your lips, and he did the same

kiss from second to second was getting sloppier and in the end it looked like the kiss from gif

he was like hungry (?? idk it sounds creepy) cause it feels so nice and he wanted more

he has his hands awkwardly placed on his knees, and you have yours on both sides of his arms

"Get out of here, horny perverts!" Jay scolded both of you when he open the closet door and saw what he saw

Sunghoon:

he didn't want to play in the first place

he was tried after a long day so he just wanted to sleep

even when he heard that you also will play the game

but his friends forced him to play it

he was so annoyed that he HAVE to sit here when he clearly doesn’t want to

"You and Y/N will get locked up” those words mostly his name but let’s say that yours too broke him from his thought

"What?" he said, still annoyed and more tired

his friends told him what's going on, so he stood up and made his way to one of the rooms in which you will be locked with him

you went after him and sit on the room’s bed

door was already closed, and you played with your fingers

"let's cuddle" he said all of a sudden, and you looked at him a little confused

"Huh?"

"L-E-T-S C-U-D-D-L-E, u know, we can kiss and after that go to sleep"

"You’re really sleepy, aren’t you?"

"Yeah, a bit”

"So we can go to sleep right away, I don’t mind having a small nap"

"But who said I want to waste a kiss from you?"

his answer made you blush

he approached you and lay on the bed next to you

"Lay down please" he told you, and you did that

after that he hug you, and he kissed your forehead, then your nose and lastly, he kissed your lips

it wasn't making out, that’s a fact

it was very sweet cuddling

after some minutes of kissing softly, the doors opened

"Get out!" Sunghoon muttered hiding his head in the crock of your neck

"But the time is over, you can leave now"

"GET OUT!" and then you were again alone