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pieces of heaven ; kwon soonyoung

summary: soonyoung may be chaos personified himself, but he finds a little piece of comfort in the haven that turns out to be the cozy bookstore you work at.

pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader

contains: comedy (i tried), tiger agenda, swearing, dk's allergies, booseoksoon as roomies shenanigans, reader and seungkwan are masters students, seungkwan being a key player, wonu cameo, CAT !!!

word count: 4.87k

a/n: here's a wholesome little piece before i go back to college ; also let it be known i know nothing about bookstores or being a masters student so let me know if i got anything wrong!

tags: @mochacoda @imujings (lmk if u want to be added to permanent taglist!)

Kwon Soonyoung, for all of his chaos and his tendency to skew the average decibel reading higher wherever he is, can be shockingly bashful at times.

Which is why when he follows Seungkwan into a rickety old building, and his eyes fall on you, all he does is silently appreciate how cute you look, with the glasses perched on your nose and the stack of books you’re holding as you converse with his friend. Seungkwan is only here to drop off some notes — he has a class with you, he mentioned — but he gets roped into an in depth conversation about some dude named Daws-toe-yef-ski.

Whatever, Soonyoung thinks. He’s not much of a reader, and hasn’t been for years.

Once you’ve safely put the notebook away, you glance over at him curiously.

“Anything for your friend?” you ask politely.

Friend? Oh, that’s me, Soonyoung realizes, but Seungkwan butts in before he can utter a single word.

“No way! I don’t even think he’s picked up a book since high school,” he jokes, eliciting a pretty laugh out of you. “You would never catch him dead in here unless I dragged him. I think he’s allergic to words.”

“Oh, dear,” you say, very amused.

Seungkwan should be awarded a trophy for being the Worst Wingman Ever (On Accident), Soonyoung thinks, now that you’ve possibly branded him as an illiterate idiot in your mind.

“Your friend probably thinks I’m stupid,” he whines as he follows Seungkwan out onto the street. “Why’d you have to do me like that?”

“Did I lie?”

“...No. But still!”

“Don’t sweat it, dude. Why are you so stressed? You’re probably never gonna see them again.”

But Seungkwan is quite smart, especially when it comes to his friends, so his head snaps back up to gawk at Soonyoung in surprise.

“You want to see them again,” he says slowly.

“Hopefully. Ideally.”

“This is either going to go really well, or it’ll end up being the worst fumble of your life.”

“I should have just stayed home with Seokmin,” Soonyoung says accusingly. “At least he has some level of faith in me.”

Seungkwan just sighs, pushing his glasses up with all the exhaustion a twenty-four year old could possibly muster.

“I suppose you can tag along next time,” he decides graciously. “Although I have no idea when ‘next time’ would even be, but —”

“Really? You’re the best,” Soonyoung beams. “I’ll do all the dishes for the next month, I swear.”

Seungkwan just smiles, internally grateful for the reprieve from spending so much time in the kitchen. Seokmin, for one, can’t go a day without accidentally breaking a glass or plate, so this is the next best option.

“Alright,” he says gleefully. “Suit yourself.”

The next time Soonyoung sees you, it’s purely by accident.

It’s a small restaurant in the neighborhood, one especially beloved by Seungkwan for its kalguksu, so he and Seokmin accompany him for lunch. Neither of them have much going on, anyways, and they haven’t been able to have a meal together for quite a while.

But when he holds the door open for the person behind him, it doesn’t really hit him at first that it’s you. Not until he hears you, at least, saying hello to the owner in that clear voice that he recognizes instantly.

Yet again, Seungkwan beats him to it, calling your name out excitedly. “What are you doing here?”

“Just getting some food before my next shift.” You look a little tired, even as you greet them all cordially. “Are these your roommates?”

“Right, this is Seokmin,” he points out, “and this is Soonyoung. You met him a few days ago at the store, remember?”

“I do remember,” you say with a faint smile. “The one who’s ‘allergic to reading’.”

Seokmin disguises the laugh that escapes him as a snort, and then a coughing fit. Soonyoung wants to strangle Seungkwan then and there, lunch be damned.

“Nice to see you again,” he manages instead, face heating up in embarrassment. You look so good under the lighting that he can’t even maintain eye contact, and your gentle gaze isn’t really helping either.

“You should come sit with us,” Seungkwan offers, “I promise we’re better company than eating alone.”

“I also promise Soonie won’t say anything stupid,” Seokmin cuts in.

“I’m going to kill you both later,” Soonyoung mutters under his breath.

The friendly fire doesn’t seem to deter you at all; you accept the offer gladly and end up right across the table from him. At first, you don’t really say much — he knows, the three of them on their own are loud enough as is — but he senses you coming out of your shell a little bit more the longer the meal goes.

“Oh, by the way,” Seokmin starts, reaching for his water. “You go to school with Seungkwan, right?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I think the first time we met was in a marketing management class last year.”

“I’m so sorry for you.”

Seungkwan frowns at him. “Are you even my friend or not?”

“To be honest, I didn’t really speak to him that much,” you clarify. “It was a huge class. But we did our final presentation in the same group.”

“Are you also in school for an MBA?” Seokmin asks curiously.

“Yes, but I’m focusing more on business economics and public policy,” you explain. “While Seungkwan is on more of a finance track.”

Soonyoung doesn’t say anything at all. He’s a little starstruck, and he just can’t help but hang onto your every word. You are so well-spoken, so smart; he barely even knows you, but he’s so proud of the things he’s learning that you’ve accomplished in life.

And then, in the middle of a story Seokmin is telling from when they were in college together, you check the time.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I really do have to go,” you apologize genuinely. “My shift starts soon, and I don’t want to be late.”

“Don’t be sorry! This was really nice,” Seungkwan says, also rising. “We should get together more often, since we’re in the same neighborhood a lot. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“For sure.” You smile at them warmly, and Soonyoung feels his heart skip a beat. “And feel free to drop by the store anytime, guys. You’re always welcome.”

All of you say your goodbyes at the door, and now he’s wishing he said something, anything earlier, because he’s not sure when he’s going to have the time to see you again. His unnatural silence definitely hasn’t gone unnoticed by his friends, and as always, they don’t cease their pestering until he spits it out.

“Did something happen?” Seokmin asks, genuinely concerned. “You promised you wouldn’t be mad if I told them about when you were drunk and actually thought you were a tiger!”

“No, no, it’s not that.”

“Kwannie, I think we broke him.”

“We didn’t break him,” Seungkwan corrects with a sly smile. “Someone else did.”

“Huh? Oh,” Seokmin’s mouth actually forms a capital O, his eyes going comically wide. “Oh, my god.”

“Okay, I know this is news to you, but I didn’t think it was that shocking,” Soonyoung grumbles.

“It’s just the first time in a while that you’ve been interested in somebody. Like, we all kind of assumed you weren’t trying to look for anything for a few years.”

Soonyoung knows the answer to that was just that there was never enough time — between graduating, the job hunt, and now trying to achieve a sane level of work-life balance, it was hard to make time, and he hadn’t quite met the right person.

But you pique his curiosity, and he wants to get to know you more. Slowly, but surely. Baby steps.

“Boo Seungkwan,” he says finally, voice determined, “you’re gonna have to wingman so hard your wings fall off!”

“… That one didn’t work at all.”

“Yep, sounded much better in my head.”

Days where you end up by yourself at work are your least favorite. It gets lonely in the small building, just you and the books lined up on shelves. Between assignments and the occasional customer, you do love to peruse the stories on the walls, but even that gets old sometimes.

You love talking to people. You love telling them stories, giving the recommendations when they ask, you love interacting with those who just drop by out of curiosity —

The little bell rings, and you turn eagerly to the door before stopping short with surprise. It’s Seungkwan’s friend, from the day he lent you his econ notes.

Right, you recall. Soonyoung.

“Hi,” he says nervously. He’s got a backpack slung over his shoulders, and he’s wearing a button down shirt with slacks, employee ID still around his neck. “Sorry, you must be wondering why someone like me is here.”

“No! Not at all,” you rush, closing your textbook. “Come in, please. I haven’t really had company all evening.”

Soonyoung smiles, understanding. “Slow day so far?”

“Yeah.”

He approaches your table carefully so he doesn’t knock over any of the stacks, setting his backpack on one of the stools. You emerge from behind your table, brushing some dust off of your jeans.

“Were you looking for something in particular?”

“Not really,” he says sheepishly, dark hair falling over his forehead. “I was kind of hoping you could, um, help me find something I’d enjoy reading.”

“Trying to get back into it?” you dare to tease, just slightly. You’re not sure if you’ve crossed a line, especially with someone you’ve only met twice, but Soonyoung just laughs with you, eyes forming happy crescents.

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have something to do after work to rewind,” he explains.

“Right, it is nice to relax. Well, unless you’ve picked up a thriller or something like that.” You beckon for him to follow you, and he does. It’s kind of cute, the way he stares at the tall shelves in awe. “What kinds of things do you like to watch? You know — shows, movies, stuff like that.”

“I’m not much of a thriller guy,” he admits, rolling his sleeves up amidst the cozy heat of the store. “I like when the main characters get their happy ending, it’s so wholesome.”

You throw an amused smile over your shoulder. “A hopeless romantic?”

“I can’t help it, okay? I love love!”

“Nothing wrong with that,” you remark, compartmentalizing how adorable you think he is and putting it away in some corner of your brain. Never mind that. You finally find the shelf you were looking for, and pull out the book you had in mind. “I think you should give this a try, for starters, and depending on how you like it, we can go from there.”

Soonyoung glances at the title, flipping the book to read the back cover. “Pride and Prejudice?”

“A classic,” you tell him, tapping the cover. “Perfect for a romantic like you. It’s quite comedic, too, if you really understand Austen’s sense of humor.”

“Austen?”

“The author. One of my favorites,” you muse. “You’ll understand, when you read it. She has a very interesting way of narrating things.”

He nods, listening to your every word. “I guess I’ll find out for myself soon enough.”

The bell rings again, faintly, before you can say anything else. Soonyoung just looks at you with those expressive eyes, waiting.

“I should probably go help,” you say, a bit awkwardly.

“Yeah, you should,” he agrees.

“Well, if you want to take it home, I’ll be at the counter,” you inform him, “but if you want to read for a bit, there’s a couple of bean bags at the back. We close at seven-thirty.”

“Okay,” he says simply, fingers tracing the title on the cover. He looks very intrigued, and you smile to yourself. This is what you love about working here.

It takes you a little longer than expected at the counter; you wish Wonwoo was here, at the rate customers start filing in one after another. However, you know he’s taken the day off to study for a major exam, so you handle the steady flow alone.

By the time you’ve sent them all on their way, it’s nearly seven o’clock, and it’s now completely dark outside. Rearranging your things on the small table, you decide to head to the back and check on Soonyoung, since you haven’t seen him in a minute.

“Soonyoung?” you call, making your way through the shelves, and dodging the occasional book on the floor. No answer. Huh. Your brows furrow — has he fallen asleep? — as you turn the last corner.

Soonyoung is not reading; in fact, the book you gave him has been abandoned in favor of the cat on his lap he’s currently showering with attention. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but he’s talking softly to her, and what is most surprising is she’s completely still, curled up on his thighs. In the many months you’ve worked here, you’ve never seen her willing to be in such close proximity with someone before.

“I see you’ve met Koala,” you say gently, crouching down beside them. He looks up at you, and you swear he looks like he’s about to cry.

“Her name is Koala?”

“Yeah.” You point to the gray splotches on her body as she tucks her paws in closer to herself. “I came up with it, and she seemed to like it, so it stuck.”

“That’s the cutest thing ever,” he says, almost tearing up as he reaches to scratch her under her chin. “Does she just come in whenever? Like, is she anyone’s, or?”

You shake your head, stroking her head softly. “Not officially, but she spends most of her time in here, so we leave food and water out for her when we can. She’s good company on days where nobody comes in.”

“She’s so adorable,” he whispers in awe. “I would have adopted a cat a while ago, but Seokmin is very allergic, and we still live together, so…”

You hum in agreement, just watching the two of them coexist peacefully. Koala is fully loafing in his lap, eyes drooping closed and purring ever so softly.

“She likes you,” you observe. Soonyoung just laughs quietly, petting her back gingerly.

“Maybe I just have a way with animals,” he muses. “One time, I was walking back to my car after work and a sparrow just randomly perched on my shoulder. I didn’t even realize until I got in and started hearing chirping. I thought I was going crazy!”

“So Disney prince -esque,” you giggle.

“Ah, you flatter me too much.”

The moment feels like a little bubble, and you are so encased in the warmth of it that you almost forget to check the time.

“Shit,” you mutter, glancing at your watch and standing back up. “I’m so sorry to cut your time short, but I should probably get to closing up right now.”

“Don’t apologize, I’ve probably overstayed my welcome, anyways,” Soonyoung says, a little abashed. He carefully picks Koala up and plops her down again, and she scampers away the moment her paws hit the floor. “Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” you tell him, heat rising to your cheeks. “There’s not much to do, anyways —”

“I insist,” he says simply, giving you that adorable, contagious smile. It’s hard to say no to a smile like that. “It’s the least I can do after I sat here for an hour playing with your cat instead of actually reading the book you took the time to pick out for me.”

You purse your lips stubbornly. “Fine, but you’re only in charge of the stuff at the counter and nothing else.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

And honestly, time seems to go by a lot faster when it’s not just you cleaning up and preparing for tomorrow. You sweep the floors while Soonyoung re-shelves the books left on the table up front, and you listen to his anecdotes as you get the work done.

He likes talking, and you like listening, you realize. But even more nuanced than that, is the fact that you like listening to him.

He approaches you again when you’re at the counter going through the signed receipts you told him to leave alone so you could organize them accordingly, book in hand.

“Sorry I didn’t get through much of it today,” he apologizes, passing you the copy of Pride and Prejudice. “But I’d like to take it home to read. I did enjoy the part of it that I got through, so you really hit the nail on the head with that one.”

“Really? That’s good to hear, I’m really glad,” you say, scanning the barcode and logging the ISBN number before you hand it back to him. “This one’s on the house. Think of it as a little gift to start your reading journey.”

“What? No, you don’t need —”

“Soonyoung,” you interrupt gently, “Please. I insist.”

He doesn’t refute that, face morphing into a shy smile as he accepts your gesture. “Thank you.”

At the end of the day, when all is said and done, you slip your books back into your bag, grabbing your jacket off of its hook. Soonyoung just waits patiently as you get ready to lock up, absentmindedly toying with his lanyard as he stands by the door.

“I’m sorry that took a while,” you tell him. It’s nearly half past eight now, and you feel a little guilty for letting him stay. “I know you dropped by after a work day, too, it must have been tiring.”

“Not at all. I had fun, and I’m really glad I got to meet Koala.” His hair is a little tousled now. You find it cute.

“Still,” you say, “thanks for sticking around until closing. You really didn’t have to.”

He just beams back at you. “I wanted to.”

Those honest words put butterflies in your stomach. You don’t know where to look, so your eyes fall everywhere, anywhere but him.

Quietly, you follow him out the doors, shivering slightly as you turn to lock them. It’s a little windy out, and the breeze sends a chill through your whole body, but Soonyoung seems to exude some type of warmth, the kind that makes you feel at peace and safe.

The two of you follow the same sidewalk for a few minutes, but your street arrives a little faster than you would have liked.

“I live down this way,” you break the calm silence, gesturing vaguely to the road.

“It’s not too far, right? It’s really dark out,” Soonyoung asks, his tone laced with concern.

“It’s not too long of a walk. I’ll be alright.” You pull your jacket tighter around yourself, like a shield from the cold and all of the thoughts you shouldn’t be having for a man you’ve only met a couple of times.

“I’ll see you around,” you add, but it comes out sounding more like a hopeful question.

Soonyoung just smiles. “Yeah,” he says in that honeyed voice of his.

(It sounds more like an answer than anything else.)

“See you around.”

There are a lot of notifications Kwon Soonyoung receives on his phone — the work group chat, his roommates, his family — but his favorite ones are the texts from you.

He loves it when you send him pictures of Koala while he’s at work, or the occasional update on how your assignments are going, but most of all, he loves when you start talking about your favorite stories and how much they mean to you.

Over the past couple weeks, he’s dropped by the store at least a couple of times every week, always making sure to help you close up before leaving. Sometimes you joke that you’ll need to hire him as a part-timer, and honestly, if he wasn’t already employed he doesn’t think he’d mind it. It’s become a safe haven for him; he likes how cozy the atmosphere is in there, and he likes getting to spend time with you.

You are so smart, and you never think any less of him, even when he cringes a little bit after a particularly dumb question leaves his mouth. But you never mind it, always explaining it to him with ease. Always so patient, always willing to hear his silly thoughts out.

Being with you is like being bathed in the first ray of sunlight after winter. He thinks he could relive that feeling forever.

“I think you should just ask them out,” Seungkwan always says. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“They could ghost me forever and never speak to me again?”

“Oh, that’d be bad,” Seungkwan muses, “but I don’t think they’d do that. Honestly, Soonie, they seem as into you as you are into them. I don’t think you have a lot to worry about.”

Soonyoung looks up, in the middle of typing up a response to you, and pauses.

“I don’t even know if they’re looking for something right now,” he says slowly. “What if they’re not ready for a relationship?”

“How do you know that?” Seungkwan asks, mildly irritated at just how dense his friend is being. “Isn’t that a question you should ask them before you jump to conclusions?”

“Yeah, you are leaping,” Seokmin adds, not looking up from the video game he’s playing. “With a long jump medal on the horizon.”

Soonyoung purses his lips, sinking back into the couch. They’re both right, he knows that, but his current situation is so precarious it feels like a step in any direction will lead to unintentional self sabotage. At the same time, even the slight chance that you’ll look at him the same way makes him want to take the risk.

“Okay,” he mumbles, very aware of Seungkwan’s sharp eyes on him while his own are glued to his phone screen. “We’ll see.”

Except nobody does see, because all the courage in Soonyoung’s body immediately evaporates at the sight of your bright smile, asking if he’s had a good day while Koala tries crawling up your shoulder. How is he supposed to ask you something so important when he can barely manage a hello?

He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to formulate thoughts when you’re looking at him like this. He thinks he could get lost in the warmth of your gaze.

“Soonyoung, are you okay?”

“Huh?” He blinks, brain rebooting. “Sorry, uh — where was I?”

“You were telling me about Seokmin’s dog,” you say patiently, though the amused grin on your face doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by him, and certainly not by Wonwoo, who just barely conceals a laugh at the entire situation.

“Oh, right,” Soonyoung nods, embarrassed. God, get a grip, dude. “Coco. Yes. We all really love Coco.”

Wonwoo doesn’t manage to hide the snort that escapes him this time. You level a glare at him and he quiets down.

“I’m sure you do,” is all you say, and Soonyoung sends a prayer up to whatever higher power exists that you aren’t calling him out on how awkward he’s being right now. He hasn’t really been able to function normally since he walked in, anyways. “Doesn’t Seungkwan’s family have a dog, too? I feel like he mentioned it at some point.”

“Right, yeah, they do.”

You sigh, hands on your hips. “They’ve got a couple of parakeets, right?” you ask, testing him with a lie.

“Mhm.”

“And a horse in their backyard?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Soonyoung.”

The sharpness of your voice and the sound of his name jolt him back to his senses. Your expression is firm now, and Wonwoo is nowhere to be seen, leaving the two of you alone under the dim light. He scrambles for something, anything, to say in response.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Is something up?” You frown, folding your arms. “You’ve been weird since you walked in, and you won’t tell me what’s going on either.”

A caption this: of his face right now would read ‘Deer in Headlights’. “What? I’m not being weird!”

“Soon—”

“Go out with me?”

His mouth immediately drops open at listening to himself blurt out the words he’d been thinking for some time now. He hears a stack of books drop at the back and internally kicks himself, realizing Wonwoo was likely eavesdropping.

“Sorry,” he rushes to say, anxious. “That — Shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Your previously stunned face falls a little bit. “You weren’t?”

“What — you’re not mad?”

“No?” You’re staring at him in disbelief. “Should I be?”

Soonyoung feels a little tug at the bottom of his jeans, followed by a dainty meow, and he reaches down to scoop Koala up and let her get comfortable on his lap.

“I’m glad you’re not,” he says, scratching her chin gently, “but I really thought you would be.”

“Oh.” You don’t know what to say next, fingers tracing and retracing the embossed letters on one of the hard copies on your desk. “So…”

It’s now or never, Soonyoung thinks, and he’s already gone too far for him to backtrack and choose never.

“I like you,” he starts, a bit awkwardly. Eye contact is suddenly the hardest thing ever. “I know you always feel bad, but I like staying until closing and helping you clean up. I like listening to you talk about books I’ve never heard of before, and I like letting you practice your presentations on me when nobody comes in some days, even if you think they’re really boring.”

“Econ is pretty boring,” you point out, ignoring the heat that creeps up in your cheeks.

“Not if it’s you,” he insists. “I could sit through an entire lecture if you were teaching it, and you know I can’t sit still at all.”

This draws a laugh out of you. “That is true,” you concede.

“You’re so smart, so hardworking,” Soonyoung takes a tentative step towards you, heart absolutely pounding in his ears, “and I’d really like to take you out. A proper date, somewhere nice.” He pauses, clearing his throat. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“If I tell you that I like you back, I think you’ll get even redder, and I don’t know if that’s physically possible,” you tease, before saying gently, “Of course I want to, Soonyoung. A date with you sounds lovely.”

From her cozy spot on his lap, Koala stretches her head up and lets out a loud meow.

“See, she agrees too,” you laugh, reaching over to pat her head. Soonyoung, though, is still stuck in a moment from a couple of seconds ago.

“You like me back?”

“I thought we already established that when I said I wasn’t mad!”

“Just feels kind of unreal now that you’ve said it,” he mumbles in disbelief. “I didn’t anticipate this going so well, honestly, but… I knew I’d regret it forever if I never asked.”

“I’m glad you did, though. I was too scared to say anything,” you admit.

Wonwoo chooses to emerge from the stacks once again, before Soonyoung can say anything. He glances between the two of you, the grin on his face giving his eavesdropping away.

“Am I allowed to say I told you so?” he asks proudly, then, “Okay, okay, please don’t fire me,” as he backs away, wincing at the stern look you give him.

“Do you have to be so harsh on him?”

“We’ll never hear the end of it from him if I’m not,” you say, eyes narrowed. “One time, I almost fell off of one of the stools and he called me vertically challenged for a week.”

Stifling a laugh, Soonyoung points out, “You know Seungkwan won’t let us live this down for ages, right? I think he and Seokmin are tired of hearing me worry about this for the past few weeks.”

“I took care of Wonwoo, so those two are your domain,” you chuckle, “but I have a feeling you’re going to get the short end of the stick with them rather than me.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Dusk falls after your part-timer clocks out for the day, leaving just you and Soonyoung in the store. There’s an unspoken tension in the air, but the good kind, that blankets you like a cloak on a winter’s day. It feels cozy, like it was always meant to be that way. It just feels right.

“Do you want to close up with me?” you ask shyly, watching Koala scurry away. It’s almost time to go home, but you want to end your day with him by your side.

Soonyoung just beams back at you warmly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

And no matter what Seungkwan’s teasing words might be later, this feels like everything he’s wanted. This moment couldn’t be more perfect, he thinks as he gazes out the window.

The stars shine like well-wishers from the sky, the moon like a blessing, and you are next to him, head just barely leaning on his shoulder. Little pieces of heaven, existing on earth as memories.

Soonyoung’s heart is full, and his hand is in yours. Life is good.

thank u sm for reading! feedback always appreciated :) and, stay tuned for a drabble following this couple coming soon! much love, ashi xx

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zzbubblegumbitchzz · 6 days ago

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hey so thinking about stalker!quinn so bare that in mind when you click that handy dandy read more. i rambled hard core but whatever

he sees you in a book store in downtown Vancouver. your hairs just below your shoulders, you have on what looks like a black skirt and a pair of tights with black converse to match and he can’t read whatever’s on your hoodie.

all he can do is stare as your flip book after book, flushing as you read a random page before grabbing the book and holding it close.

he’s following you around the store, just grabbing random books to make himself not look like a weirdo. he needs more. needs to know who you are.

he overhears you ramble your phone number for rewards, replaying it in his head while you finish your transaction. as soon as he steps foot into his apartment, he’s googling.

he’s finding you one way or another. he learns you just graduated from Michigan State (and he cringes a little), and you just moved here for a job at the hospital. you’re 23, almost 24. you’re a pisces he’s learned, you really like music that screams in his year and taylor swift. it doesn’t make sense to him but that’s okay. he can live with it.

he finds out you live in his building. he sees you walking into the mail room and opening up box 117, that’s the floor below his. he’s learned you leave every Monday through friday at 5:30am and get home at 6:30pm. he hasn’t talked to you yet, just left flowers and dinners at your door.

he was getting out of his car when he saw you park yours. perfect, he’s thinking. he makes himself look busy while he waits for you to get to the elevator. making sure no one else is around, he’s walking to your car and sticking an air tag under your car. he’s gotta make sure you’re okay.

that following friday, he sees your at work still and against all better judgment goes down to the front desk and talks his way into getting a spare key to your apartment. he apologizes profusely to the desk, “i’m sorry my girlfriend didn’t leave hers under the mat and i’m supposed to surprise her tonight.” and who’s gonna say no to the beloved teams captain? no one.

that’s how he ended up in your apartment, placing cameras in hidden spots. he needs to learn your daily routine. what makes you tick. what you sound like when you moan.

once he’s found his way to your bedroom, he notices a pile of laundry on the floor. messy, messy girl. his eyes set on a lacy pair of underwear closer to your bed and he’s grabbing them before his brain even has time to stop him.

he made it home just in time. as soon as his doors closing, he gets a notification yours opened.

he’s pulling the cameras to see your pulling your top off and walking towards your room. his hands moving down to his sweats, trying to push them down enough when he hears your voice say his name.

“Quinn. yeah that’s the upstairs guys. no i haven’t talked to him much at all. yes he’s cute. very cute actually. but i don’t stand a chance. his face is fucking on the side of an arena dude, all i need is 10 minutes.” followed by some laughter.

baby, you’re getting more than 10 minutes.

he’s banging on your door before he knows it. as soon as your open the door, robe covering your top half, he’s pushing his way in.

“close the door.” he can see your face flushed and the anxiety all but falling from your eyes.

“you wanted 10 minutes? you can have 10 minutes but as soon as those 10 minutes are up? you’re mine. mine to use, to watch, to brand, to have, to do whatever i want with. isn’t that right? been practically begging me for months now. so why don’t you get on your knees and prove your worth?”

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wlntrsldler · 1 year ago

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another fratboy! luke installment. percy comes to visit!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 (final)

tagged poseidonsfavchild and lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: baby bro came to visit so we showed him around 🏙️

poseidonsfavchild: you did not buy a single book in that bookstore stop cappin for the gram

yn_yln: 😐 go home

poseidonsfavchild: yw for the last picture

poseidonsfavchild: i couldve lived the rest of my life without seeing yall like that tho

bethchase: dont listen to him. he talks about how cute u guys are when ur gone

liked by yn_yln and lukecastell4n.

lukecastell4n: HA I KNEW YOU LIKED US TOGETHER

poseidonsfavchild: i shouldve pushed u in the water and let u drown when i had the chance

gr0verunderwood: me and bethchase gotta go with him next time!!!

yn_yln: yes!! i miss my kiddos 🥹🩵

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clarisselarue: u and luke are sickeningly cute bye

silenabeauregard: RIGHT

poseidonsfavchild posted a story!

y’all lukecastell4n and chrisr0driguez live like rats wtf is this?

location: kappa sigma house at umm.

lukecastell4n replied to this story:

lukecastell4n: PERCY DELETE THIS

lukecastell4n: we haven’t cleaned yet :(

lukecastell4n: it doesn’t always look like this trust

lukecastell4n: we haven’t had chapter yet and we usually clean then

poseidonsfavchild: “it doesn’t always look like this trust” ive been here for three days and it’s looked like this the whole time

read.

bethchase replied to this story:

bethchase: oh ew 😭😭😭

bethchase: boys are so dirty

poseidonsfavchild: don’t group me with them

bethchase: i once saw a week old pizza in your cabin that had mushrooms growing on top of the mushrooms

poseidonsfavchild: sorry i didnt have time to clean my room i was too busy SAVING OLYMPUS?!

read.

yn_yln replied to this story:

yn_yln: this is why i dont sleep over the ksig house

poseidonsfavchild: I'm gonna stop u right there

poseidonsfavchild: i dont need to know any more about ur sleepovers

read.

tagged yn_yln.

lukecastell4n: recharging on a brunch date with my fav tridelt after the weekend we just had

yn_yln: hot

yn_yln: love you 🩵 spending time with u is a blessing

lukecastell4n: you’re the biggest blessing 🤍

silenabeauregard: AWWWW SHITTTTT

bethchase: CUTE

clarisselarue: KSIG PRES IS A SOFTIE

lukecastell4n: only for my girl 🤷🏻‍♂️

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poseidonsfavchild: im having a hard time believing that hanging out with me for ONE WEEKEND warrants a “recharge” when ur partying every weekend

lukecastell4n: percy you almost fought the chipotle staff TWICE

poseidonsfavchild: I PAID FOR GUAC SO I DESERVE MY GUAC

yn_yln: YOU paid? 🤨

poseidonsfavchild: MY SISTER PAID FOR GUAC SO I DESERVE GUAC

lukecastell4n: and the second time?

poseidonsfavchild: i didnt like their vibe idk

gr0verunderwood: percy 🤦🏾‍♂️

tagged lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: being in love is fun when u dont have ur little brother in ur ear telling u it’s gross that you’re dating his idol

poseidonsfavchild: I CALLED HIM MY IDOL ONCE

poseidonsfavchild: i’ve grown. i’m no longer young and naive.

gr0verunderwood: LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. he always asks what we think luke's workout is. he's tryna get like him.

liked by lukecastell4n.

poseidonsfavchild: I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE

lukecastell4n: i gotchu lil bro

poseidonsfavchild: don't ever call me that again.

lukecastell4n: i love you forever and ever

liked by yn_yln.

silenabeauregard: wait the second pic!!! where is that!!!

yn_yln: the museum downtown on 6th!

silenabeauregard: ty!!! charliebeck we need to go.

liked by charliebeck.

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deantfwinchester · 1 year ago

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Late Nights

Pairing: No-Outbreak!AU, back on my Joel x Teacher!Reader shit (though her work hardly plays a role in this), established relationship

Summary: Getting home late is an unfortunately common occurrence in Joel’s line of work. When you both have busy days, it can be hard to find time to share, but you make do.

Warnings: extreme fluff, just utterly fucking saccharine at this point, is fluff without plot a tag?

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It’s Wednesday night. Joel’s night to cook dinner.

You get home earlier every day, no question. But since you like to take most every night during the summer months, he insisted on a 60/40 split during the school year. Sundays, Mondays and Wednesdays are his. You had Tuesdays and Thursdays. Friday & Saturday are mainly for pizza, take out, or date-nights.

When he’d grill on Sunday afternoons, you liked to try and help him with prep, but he’d just pour you a glass of wine or mix you a drink and try to usher you out of the kitchen. You’d always sit and talk with him while he worked anyway. Sarah too, when she wasn’t working on homework or out with friends. It’s one of his favorite parts of the week.

On the nights he’d come home late, though, he always worried about leaving you to it. He was meant to be home cooking for the three of you while you relaxed, tried to let the stress of the school day roll off your back. He loved giving you that time.

This particular night, when six o’clock rolled around and he realized he still had a good hour or more on the site, he knew he needed to let you know he wouldn’t be timely with his return. Didn’t want you to worry.

You’re on the couch, grading. By this time of night, Joel’s normally taken the work from your hands and pulled your attention toward anything else. Noticing the room darkening, you wonder where he is, just as your phone dings:

Wednesday, October 7, 6:03 PM:

Sorry baby, gonna be later than I hoped tonight. Y’all don’t wait on me, okay?

Supposed to be my night too, dammit. I apologize, sweetheart.

You’d told him till you were blue in the face he didn’t need to apologize to you when he was the one having to work until long after dark. It never took.

You responded quickly, knowing his phone would be back in his pocket and forgotten again soon when his attention turned again to the work and his team.

Wednesday, October 7, 6:04 PM: (Outgoing)

Dont worry about it, sweetie. i promise i can handle dinner, just don’t work too hard and get home when you can ❤️

And take a break and drink some water, will ya? if that bottle ain’t empty yet, you haven’t had enough! see you soon, love.

He’d be dead on his feet when he walked through the door, that much you knew. And he’d have no business rifling around in the kitchen for something random he’d throw together, not substantial enough by far for a day of working like he’d been. You hopped up and started to the kitchen, determined to make a hearty meal for you and Sarah to share now, and to ensure Joel had a real meal when he finally made it home for the night.

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A couple of hours had passed by the time Joel finally walked through the door. You’re back on the couch, this time reading a book while the lights from the tv danced softly in the dimly lit room, with a bare haze of sound playing at low volume.

It was nearly 8:30 when you heard the key turning in the door. Sarah had retired to her room for the night after dinner. She’d tried to help you clean the dishes, but you’d ushered her off to relax after spending most of the afternoon doing homework.

Joel trudges wearily through the door, shoulders slouched and eyes heavy-lidded when he thinks you can’t see him. The second he lays eyes on you, though, his posture straightens and his expression brightens, eyes opening a bit more as he lifts into a smile. Your expression mirrors his, and you sit up, closing your book and rising to meet him halfway. You practically speak over each other in greeting:

“Hi darlin’, how was your day?” he says.

“Hey honey, how’d it go today?” you ask.

You laugh a bit when you realize you’re asking the same question on top of each other, and he pulls you close, arms resting heavily around your waist. You drape yours around his neck as he leans down to kiss you. When you pull away to look at his face, you see past the tired smile he wears to the exhaustion etched in his face, settled in his drooping eyes.

You move one hand up, fiddling gently with the strands of hair at the back of his head. You smile and put light pressure on the base of his neck with your other hand, moving his head down to rest on your shoulder. He catches on instantly, and settles comfortably where you direct him. He nuzzles into the nape of your neck and you feel his eyes close against your collarbone, his warm fatigued breaths rhythmically grazing your chest.

You continue playing with his hair with one hand, while the other remains resting on the back of his neck. You turn your head to place a soft kiss to his temple and, after a moment of restful silence, quietly speak:

“You’re tired, huh? I missed you today.”

“Missed you too, baby,” he murmurs against your neck, tightening his grip around your waist, and snuggling closer.

“You gotta be hungry. Got a plate waitin’ for ya in the fridge. Want me to warm it up?” you ask him, moving your hand down his neck to rub gently against his back. He breathes deeply in contentment at your comforting touch.

“No, I’m never leaving this spot. I live here now,” he says, and you feel the rumble of his voice against your chest. You chuckle lightly and speed up your ministrations, applying a bit more pressure as you discover the tightness of the muscles in his back.

“Mhm. And when was the last time you ate? Or drank anything for that matter?” you ask knowingly.

“Uhhhh, i guess it was, arou-“ he cuts himself off with a yawn, “around lunch time? Maybe one? Did finish that bottle like you asked, though,” and he smacks his lips lazily, somehow nuzzling further into your shoulder.

“Good, thank you. But lunch was seven hours ago now, so you need to eat something. Wanna start there? Or shower first?” you ask, chuckling a bit.

He raises his head a bit and squints at you, frowning playfully. “You sayin’ I smell, darlin’?” he mumbles, laughing into your shoulder.

You giggle in response before elaborating: “I’m saying you’re sweaty and would feel better if you rinsed the day off before crawling into bed.”

He sighs and rasps into your neck, “you changed the sheets didn’t you?” you feel a smile form against your chest.

“Sure did. So it’s food, shower, and bedtime. You can pick the order. Which first? Want me to grab your dinner?” you ask.

He sighs deeper this time, “What’s that thing about objects in motion and objects at rest or somethin’? Gonna keep doing whatever they already got goin’ on?”

You rumble a little laugh in return before responding. “I see. C’mon Newton, let’s keep ya moving. Go hop in the shower while I get your dinner ready.” You say, patting his cheek as he raises his head with a little groan.

You catch his eyes with your own and let your hand rest on his cheek. You move a thumb beneath his chin and pull him to you, giving him one last peck before ushering him down the hall. You pull his plate from the fridge and get to work on reheating his meal.

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He emerges less than ten minutes later smelling fresh and dressed in a clean t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, padding into the kitchen just as you’re filling a glass of water to place next to his warmed plate. He rubs a fist into one eye, yawning again, and plops into a chair at the kitchen table.

You approach behind him, placing the glass on the table with one hand and rubbing his shoulder with the other. He lifts a hand to grab yours and squeeze as he takes a sip. His eyes reach up to meet your own.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do this, sweetheart. It was my night anyway, and now you’ve cooked and even put the damn plate in front of me,” he huffs.

“You don’t need to thank me, love” you respond, leaning down to kiss him again before taking the seat next to him with the glass of wine you’d poured to sip while you sat with him. You reach for his left hand where it rests on the table, and gently squeeze. He wraps his fingers around yours before you can retreat. Your fingers remain intertwined for the duration of the meal.

The two of you discussed the highlights of your respective days - roses and thorns, both too sleepy to bother with buds. When Joel finishes, you grab his plate to wash, but he takes it from you.

“No way are you washing my dishes too, honey. You’ve done enough already tonight,” he tries to insist. You’re not having it.

“Will you just let me take care of you, dummy? You’re bone tired, I can see it in those beautiful brown eyes. Here. How about this?” you rinse the plate and utensils, shove them quickly in the dishwasher, close it emphatically, and raise your empty hands.

He rolls his eyes, but relents with an exasperated sigh. “Whatever you say, darlin’,” he responds smiling, a bit bashful from the care and compliment.

“Good. Now c’mon, bedtime.” you say, taking his hand in yours once again and leading him to the bedroom.

“Whatever you want, baby” he grins, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help bellow a hearty laugh at that one.

“Jesus, like you could keep your eyes open, Miller,” you respond, as you pull the covers back and lead him onto the bed next to you. You settle back against the headboard and open your arms up, beckoning him into your lap. He shuffles closer and leans into your embrace.

“It was-“ he pauses, only to finish through a yawn “- worth a shot.” You chuckle quietly as he rests his head in your lap, eyes instantly slipping closed.

You turn on the tv, keeping the volume low. It’s only a little after 9, so still early for you to fall asleep. You would read, but you’d rather turn off the light, hoping the dimness in the room helps him get some good rest.

You lay one hand on his back and the other in his hair, both softly rubbing in comforting circles, and you feel him melt further into you. A familiar warmth fills your chest at the sight of him there, resting peacefully in your lap. You lean down and press one last kiss to his head before whispering to him.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

“G’night, darlin’” he rumbles, muffled into your lap. You smile, one hand still on his back as the other reaches up, flicking off the lamp, before returning it to his hair. Your fingers gently massage his scalp, and within minutes, you hear his soft snores.

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tootiecakes234 · 1 year ago

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Megumi had picked you up and taken you on a picnic date and he’d gone all out. He’d set up this nice cushy blanket with a plethora of different foods and drinks. He’d also set up small projector and backdrop for the two of you to layout and watch your favorite movies and brought of couple books along because he loves to read to you.

At this point, you don’t even know how long you guys have been sitting out there but you were having a great time.

You’re laying with your head in his lap right now while he’s playing in your hair and slightly scratching your scalp.

“I still have your surprise to give you. Don’t fall asleep.”

He’d caught you because yes, your eyes had started feeling heavy.

“Surprise? I thought this picnic was the surprise.” You grumble while turning your head slightly to look up at him.

“No, this is a date . I-uhh. Well I got you something earlier while I was out with Nobara. It’s not a big deal but- here.” And he placed a velvet box in your hand.

This made you shoot up straight. Megumi’s never given you jewelry before. You felt like this was a very big deal.

“Thank you so much ‘Gumi” the excitement in your voice taking over and brightening your tone.

He’s looking at you and the blush has already started dusting his cheeks. “Idiot. You haven’t even seen what it is yet.”

“I know but you bought it for me so I know I’m gonna love it.” Your smile is so bright when you look at him it’s like looking into the sun, so he turns his head slightly.

You get on with opening the box and you let out a gasp. It’s this beautiful silver necklace with a moon engraved on it. It’s stunning.

“Megumi, it’s gorgeous. I-“ and you look up at him.

He looks you in the eye and speaks. “It’s part of a set. I gave you the moon so you uh- have something to remind you of me and” he lifts a new necklace you hadn’t even noticed around his neck, “and I have the sun so I always have something to remind me of you. The lady at the shop said they were promise necklaces or whatever. I thought you’d like it.”

And by this point there are tears just spilling out of your eyes that you have no intention of stopping. You throw yourself into his arms and wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you. He figured youd get emotional like this.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever gotten me.” You pull away from him enough to wipe your eyes a little. “Will you put it on for me?”

He nods his head and takes the necklace from your hands and slips it around your neck to latch it.

Once he’s done you reach your pinky out and lock it with his. “We promise to be together as long as the sun and moon chase each other.”

You are wearing the exact smile right now that made him pick these necklaces but this time he didn’t shy away from the brightness beaming off of you. He embraced.

“As long as the sun and moon chase each other.” He repeats back to you. Then he leans in and seals the promise with a kiss.

How on earth did you get this lucky.

Tags: @dreamcastgirl99 @i-literally-cant-with-this @xxvendettaxx @justbepeace @moonpieshawdy @theloveofnagiseishiroslife @mintsbubbletea @darkstarlight82 @anon-mouse223

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smol-lydia · 3 months ago

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Coffee and Cigarettes: A Viktor x f!Reader Rehab AU

TWs: mentions of drug use (future, not this chapter) mentions of anorexia and bulimia, smoking, mental health issues

Summary: You didn’t exactly sign up to spend part of your time as a scholarship student at the elite Piltover Academy on medical leave at a co-Ed rehab for those who struggle with addiction, but you want to keep your academic standing, so here you are.

You also didn’t sign up for the cute theoretical physics major turned fellow patient with the golden eyes and irresistible accent, either

A/N: hi all I’m backkkkk it’s about damn time!!! I’m currently going through a very transient period in my life and all that, and I haven’t watched act 2 yet due to that but I do know Jinx and Vik meet, and ik he calls her Powder. I figure that he would call her Jinx here if she wanted it though. I may have made reader a cello player because my sweet golden retriever of a boyfriend plays the cello lmao

I’ll have 15 months clean + sober at the end of November, gd willing 🙏💜

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The ward smelt of antiseptic. Wait—no. This isn’t a ward. You’re bleary eyed and tired from the meds they’ve given you to detox; being shuffled from a more intensive unit to this co-Ed rehab just feels like a blurry stop on a long road.

Your belongings are in a plastic “patient belongings” bag and a single wheelie bag; you hadn’t planned on this. On any of this.

On the Disaster. On having to take a leave from the elite Piltover Academy, the university where you had gotten a scholarship as a music student. The Dean said your scholarship wasn’t in danger; that the department just wanted you well again.

You didn’t know what you wanted anymore.

The intake isn’t much of a change as before. Name. Vitals. A new hospital bracelet to replace the other. Answering the same questions over and over, as though they aren’t in your file. You want to crawl into bed and stay there forever.

The charge nurse, a no-nonsense woman whose name tag reads “Sevika” seems done with you before you even open your mouth.

As you sit there, in the hard plastic chair, drawing your knees up to your chin, a short, blue haired girl approaches the nurses’ station.

She’s thin. Too thin, her collar bones sticking out and her cheeks hollow. You know that look, the look of malnourishment, and envy burns worse than the stomach acid.

“Sevika—“ the girl starts, and Sevika holds up her hand in a “stop” motion.

“I’m busy. Intake.”

“You can’t just—“

“Jinx. Unless your arm is about to fall off or something, it can wait twenty minutes. Go talk to Lest.”

“Fuck you too.”

Sevika rolls her eyes, and turns her attention back to you. “Well, now I can say you’ve met your roommate.”

“My roommate?”

“You’ll be in Room 2 with Jinx. We’re gonna keep your luggage locked up here until after dinner when the night staff can search your belongings for contraband with you.”

You want to say that if you possibly had contraband it would have been taken at the detox; that Sevika surely would know that given your paperwork. But she doesn’t seem like the type you want to get into a pissing contest with, especially on your first day.

Finally, she lets you go with a gruff, “you can go into the community room now,” flagging down a lackey to lead you, still shell-shocked, down a hallway and through a pair of double doors.

The community room is a little rough around the edges, but you can forgive that, given you’re more than a little rough around the edges yourself.

There’s a few couches scattered here and there, a plain wooden table in the back with some chairs drilled into the floor. A series of cubbies along one wall, with personalized name tags clearly designed by one of the patients’ in blue and pink paints.

A bookshelf with a small lending library of books; if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy you would gravitate towards here immediately. If you weren’t busy with your cello, your head is always buried in some book or another. It didn’t exactly make you the most popular growing up.

Maybe that was why—

No. That was stupid.

You stand on the precipice, the stupid binder they’ve given you on entry held close to your chest, taking in the scene around you, of the other fuck ups in the cage, so to speak. There’s the blue-haired girl, the skinny one, that’s supposed to be your roommate. She’s sitting all wrong on one of the tall-backed armchairs, the kind that you used to see in the Academy library. In the matching armchair next to her is possibly the most attractive boy you’ve ever seen.

All lanky limbs and sharp angles, with bright golden eyes and thick brown hair you immediately want to run your hands through. His crutch is next to the chair, and he has an Academy pin on the lapel of his vest—his shirt underneath is rolled to the elbows and you keep thinking about his forearms for some reason.

Oh god, this is bad.

Your mouth goes dry, and it gets worse when you notice he has the most perfect mole by his mouth, begging to be caught by an errant kiss. Your heart is hammering in your chest and your realize that not only is this quite possibly the worst “first day of school” vibe ever, but you haven’t said anything for the past thirty seconds like some sort of startled creature afraid of her own shadow.

The blue-haired girl throws a wad of paper at the Beautiful Boy’s head. “Hey, Vitya!”

“I told you to stop throwing things at my head.”

Oh, his accent is enough to bring you to your knees, too.

“Fine. But look! We got a new one! And Sevika said she’s rooming with me!”

Vitya—if that’s his name—turns his attention to you, and you don’t know what to say or do.

Thankfully, you don’t have to. An effortlessly cool young woman takes control, sticking her hand out for you to shake, blocking your view of the boy.

“I’m so sorry they just left you like this. Lest. One of the floor counselors.”

“The only cool one,” Blue Hair drawls from the corner.

“Jinx—“ Lest doesn’t even pretend to be mad.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?”

You shrug your shoulders, mutter your name. That’s enough, apparently, and you are about to go hide in a corner, but no such luck.

“Hey! New roomie!” Jinx waves you over.

“Hm?”

Jinx hangs off the chair. “I scared off the last roommate.”

“Jinx, you snuck contraband up your—“ Vitya points out in a matter of fact tone.

Jinx cuts him off with the wave of a hand. “Details, Viktor. Does it really matter?”

“Well, yes.”

You laugh. You can’t help it. Viktor has a wry sense of humor; you can see the twinkle in his eyes when he speaks, and it’s precisely the same type you enjoy. The sound seems to catch him off guard, and he looks at you up and down for a long moment; you find yourself wondering if you’re being studied, and it takes a lot of effort to keep your gaze level.

A click of a doorknob and heavy footsteps.

“Jinx, meds.” Sevika.

“Do I have to?”

“What do you think?”

“Ugh, fine.” Jinx gets up, blue braids trailing behind her, leaving just you and Vitya-Viktor. You’re still standing awkwardly, not sure if you’re bold enough to take her spot.

“She has a thing about the chair,” he says, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I mean, I get it. If I had been here a while I would probably have a favorite too.”

You settle for the floor, drawing one knee up to your chest and circling it with your arm.

“It has been a while.”

Shit. If this is what Jinx looked like after a while in treatment, you probably didn’t want to see what the “before” was. You decide to change the subject.

“Vitya or Viktor?”

“An abrupt topic change.”

“I noticed you were called both. I was wondering what your name is.”

At this, you are gifted a rare smile from him, something you know you’ll be playing over and over again in your mind.

“It’s Viktor.”

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sqyyadina · 6 months ago

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nothing's gonna hurt you, baby.

Pairing: Rose the Hat X Reader

Word Count: 4k

Tags: smut, oral (r. recieving), blood kink, reader has magic!

Summary: A distant voice fills your mind, you go and find it.

Author’s Note: I read somewhere that book!Rose has a deep fascination with blood, I tried to add it a bit here! This is also on my AO3!

“You’re a special little thing, aren’t you?”

The voice comes from all around you. The teasing words swim through your brain, creating a mist between your ears that you can’t shake. It may be the whiskey that’s making your vision go blurry, but seeing as you haven’t even finished half of your share, you’re close to believing that you’ve become drunk on that voice.

“The special ones always taste the best.”

You lift your nose from the glass you’ve been nursing for far too long, now uninterested in the drink entirely but too shameful to return it to the bartender. Drinks come rarely, dangerously, now, yet are completely necessary to keep your mind, your power, at bay.

“Come and find me.”

She’s going to make you work for it.

You haven’t done the workin quite some time. You’re lucky enough to not remember the last time it happened. You’re not entirely sure how it happens. All you can hope is that your longing to put a face to this mystery voice will jumpstart your brain into action.

You shut your eyes, focusing on the smooth jazz humming from the quartet in the far corner of the speakeasy. Their faces begin to fill in behind their instruments, blue eyes and suit jackets blurry, yet still enough to form a picture in your mind’s eye. Then come the bodies of slow dancers, a few women clad in fringe dresses clinging to mustachioed men who cling to their drinks.

Your spectral being guides out the room, through the secret bookshelf entrance and back into the hobby of the hotel where the speakeasy hides. You glance around, bodies forming from lumps of fuzz as you move through the room, trying to focus on any discerning features, any mischievous smirks or knowing glances. You pay no attention to the men, of course, but you do take the time to note a few of them with particularly expensive watches that you stow in your mind for later. None of the women sitting in the hotel lobby seem at all evil enough to match the sultry voice still lingering between your ears, so you move on, weaving through hallways and, eventually, up the master staircase.

There’s no chance that you’re going to spend hours searching through every last room that the hotel has. You were desperate to meet this mystery woman, but not that desperate. She’d leave her room soon enough. You’re ready to give up her search, let her come to you if she wants, but—

“You’re getting closer…” The voice teases again, her voice mockingly low, a hint of a moan behind her tongue. You focus harder, trying to pick up on anything that might lead you in her direction. Then, you grab it. Cars honking in the distance, voices of people, But the voices are too muffled, she isn’t on the street.

Your eyebrows furrow, you grip the glass between your hands so hard you fear it may shatter. It’s been too long since you’ve let your astral body subtract from your own like this, and the minute amount of alcohol flowing through you is rendering you a bit wobbly.

The voice disappears.

You think, for far too long, so much so that you fear you look utterly ridiculous, sitting at a bar with your eyes shut, gripping your glass like a mad woman.

Then, it hits you.

The roof.

Your ghost snaps back into action, ascending the many floors of the hotel in a heartbeat’s time. To use a heart’s beating as a measurement of time is fruitless, as your own is beating so quick that it’s impossible to count them. You feel the flutter in your chest as you fly through the door, and there the owner of the voice sits.

She flicks her head around, surely feeling your presence, and you only see the shockingly beautiful face before your soul returns to your restless body. You rise from your chair in a start, racing out of the bar and into the hotel with the speed of a rabbit. Your desperation to find this woman has been satisfied, but now you’re overcome by an insatiable need to truly stand in her presence. You don’t think your eyes have ever graced a woman so alluring, with such wild hair and the piercing eyes of an owl, which, if you recall, had the littlest shimmer of a glow to them.

By the time you’ve made it up the stairs, knees weak and chest heaving, you feel a sudden block standing in your way. You take a moment to let your breath catch up to the rest of you, fiddling anxiously with your skirt as you consider all of the ways that the woman behind this door could be dangerous. She was certainly just as powerful as, if not more than, you, if she was able to get inside your mind, the mind so built up with fortitude and yet so deeply dilapidated by your own drinking habits, that you were barely able to gain control of yourself.

You didn’t even know there was anyone else like you in this world. You always knew there was something special about you, since the time when you were quite young and found yourself able to spy on the entire neighborhood from the comfort of your little pink canopy bed. The skill raised a mischievous little girl, and an entirely heartbroken young woman.

Your delicate brain was now wracked with prescient visions of your own death, but that subconscious need to wrap your arms around this mystery woman, to know all of her stories and to count the trinkets in her hair, took control of your hands and opened the door onto the roof of the building.

“Well, hi there.” She grins, her eyes hungry, but the rest of her face as sweet and caring as a mother’s.

You shakily take a few steps forward out of the shadows and into the moon’s cool glow, the small porch light on the roof flickering a few times before diminishing. You can’t help but wonder if it’s something that she’s done, if she’s read your mind and felt your discomfort in the flashing, put it out for you.

“Don’t worry. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.” She coos, outstretching a hand. She’s definitely sensed your discomfort in her presence, but anyone with a trained eye would mark your fidgeting hands and shaky breath floating in the cool night air.

You swallow hard before taking a shy step closer, then another, until you’re sitting by her side before you can think to even do such a thing. She sits on the ledge of the roof, legs dangling over, threatening to spill out onto the alleyway that’s at least fifteen stories down. You force your eyes not to look down as you take a similar seat, but keep your legs on the concrete of the building’s roof.

“Don’t be frightened.” She hums, her lithe fingers raising to twirl in your hair. Her breath is warm against your cheek, marred by the smell of starvation and cheap wine, but it’s far from a scent you’d turn away from. You find yourself leaning ever closer to the woman, entranced by the woman’s soft voice and divinely pointed nose. You’re so very close to her, yet the words that you’re begging to say, the questions you yearn for answers to, refuse to leave your throat. It feels as though she’s wrapped a sly finger around your vocal cords, allowing only a few needy whimpers to pass your lips.

“My name is Rose.” She purrs, her fingers gliding against your jaw, tilting your head each way so that she may see the fullness of your cheeks under the rising moon. You try to do the same to her, to take in each feature of her face, but you’re so entranced by her glowing eyes, that you can’t seem to pull yourself out of them. “And you, little one… You sure are something.”

You can only blink back at her, body feeling weak below your heavy shoulders. You try to conjure up words of your own, try to introduce yourself, but you can’t. And you’re sure she’s already been through each ridge and valley of your mind, so introductions won’t be necessary.

Rose practically has full control of you now, and before you can fight back, she has you pinned to the ledge, back flat against cold stone, her muscled arm positioned by your head so that you can’t fight against her. You can only wiggle, but the hand that lays flat against your stomach keeps you still, allowing no more movement from your body. You feel tears prick your eyes, try to fight them down. You’re not so much scared of the woman above you as you are terrified of your possible fall from this roof, but your previous prescience hadn’t outlined such a death, so your tears subside.

“Don’t cry, sweet thing…” She purrs, lifting a hand to the flat-brimmed hat taming her wonderful curls, producing a thin needle from its body. “This won’t hurt a bit. Well, it will, but you won’t be alive long enough to feel the pain.” Her voice is impossibly calming, and it tricks your brain into trusting her, into falling victim to her body’s heat and her lulling tone, sending you into a meditative state, your body going limp below her.

“Get off…” You’re able to force out, though it’s just above a whisper, and she’s either not heard you or chooses to ignore you, because Rose’s hand is unshaken as she points the needle to your eye, daring to press it in further. But she’s taking her sweet time, feeding off of the fear in your eyes, enjoying the sight of your flushed cheeks and hooded lids, the way you’re completely subservient to her every move.

“I said, get off!” you yell, and the power of your voice is enough to fling the predator off of you, sending her straight back into the brick wall behind her. You scurry off of the ledge, finding safety on the floor of the roof, curling into yourself as you gaze upon what you’ve done. Nothing like this has every happened before. The astral projection, the visions of the future, those were all frequent experiences. You’d never so much as moved something an inch with your mind, so to throw a grown woman a couple meters into the air… it brought a new shake to your fingers.

She lay against the brick wall, blood dripping from her nose, eyes shut as though unconscious, but you could still hear her breathing, still feel a life force beating through her.

“I’m…” You stutter, standing to check her wounds. Though the woman was about to kill you, you felt a sympathy for her tug at your heart, so though you keep your distance, you still hope she wasn’t too badly hurt. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know I would… That anything like that would happen…” Your voice is breathy, stuttering over your words, and the fear returns when she stirs, sits up, stares at you.

But it’s not fear, and she can feel it. You’re not scared of Rose. Not in the typical meaning of the word. You feel an invisible string tying you to her, a deep-rooted need for her that dares you to step closer, and you do.

“I was right. You’re powerful, aren’t you…” There’s a smirk on her lips when you bend to kneel by her side, her hands returning to your face, forefinger swiping at the blood pooling on your cheek, from her long needle swiping your flesh. She grins at the glossy liquid, slides her own finger against her tongue, accepting your blood against her tastebuds, eliciting a sigh from the flavor she’d so dearly missed. “You’re not scared of me, are you, little bunny?” Her smile is downright starving, as she shifts to sit on her knees, towering over you once again.

You think for a moment, pensively chewing on your lower lip, but ultimately shake your head in response. She must be aware that despite your rushed blood flow and dilated pupils, it’s not in fear that your body reacts. It’s in intense attraction. An attraction that Rose feels, that she reciprocates, that she acts on. She wraps her arm around your neck, not squeezing, only stabilizing, holding you steady as she peppers a few rushed, sloppy kisses to your cheek, greedy for the taste of your blood, greedy to feel the warmth of your cheeks against her undead lips.

“Rose…” You groan, your hands finally tangling in the hair that you so desperately wanted to grip into since first laying eyes on the woman. “I have a room, downstairs…” Your voice is replaced by moans when the woman moves her attacking kisses from your cheeks to your jaw, her teeth grating against the sharp bone there, surely leaving redness in her wake.

“Take me there, special girl.” She grunts in return, allowing herself a few more kisses to your skin before standing, pulling you up on weak legs forcing you in the direction of the door. But you don’t make it far before you’ve thrown yourself onto her once again, placing a few hungry kisses of your own to her lips, tasting your own blood on her tongue, gripping her waist so hard that you nearly leave the ground. She laughs into you, picking you up so that you may reach her height more appropriately, pressing you hard against the exit door, laying you flat against the cold metal of the door.

You pull away, hands playing with the small metal trinkets braided into her hair, tugging her head back as well. “Not here.” You whisper, voice small but still carrying the resolve needed. You couldn’t risk being seen, even though it was nearing the middle of the night, and you were on one of the highest buildings in the city, that fear of being caught still nipped at you.

Rose relented, pressing a kiss to your forehead before placing you back on the ground, allowing you to lead her back to your hotel room. The walk is short, but you find it prolonged by the aching between your legs, by the way Rose walks a few paces behind you as to not raise suspicion. Though you’re sure you’ve raised enough suspicion just from your appearances, you with your hair a mess and your eye makeup running, Rose with the marks of red lipstick smudged around her mouth. But you don’t care, you like the feeling of being so scandalous.

It's a matter of milliseconds from your entrance in your hotel room to your body hitting the bed, Rose holding herself up over you, your hands gripping the patterned tie that dangles from her neck. You’d at first missed the look of her menswear, the dark of the roof turning her into a blob of darkness below the shoulders, but in the light, you appreciate her clothing choices. She looks impossibly dapper, wearing the suit better than any man you’d ever met. You use the tie to bring her down over you, to connect your lips once more, enjoying the feeling of Rose’s warm tongue collecting your blood once again. Her fascination with blood is a spectacle to you, such an strange thing that’s not unbecoming of her, that, if anything, matches her odd spirit, her magical eyes. You find it incredibly attractive.

Rose drags her kisses down your neck once again, moving so that you may remove the drop-waist dress, throw it into pile on the floor. She sits back, looms over you, loosens the tie and unbuttons a few of the top buttons of her shirt before throwing her jacket to the same fate as your dress. Though she’s pinned you down, her hips over yours, keeping you flat against the mattress, you still wiggle below her, hands reaching up to grab at her belt, undoing it as best you can with shaking hands.

Her smirk is ever resting on her face, tongue swiping over her lower cheek when you lift your hips to rock into her own, her hand once again lowering so that you cease your movement.

“How pretty.” She purrs lowly, her voice still as low and seductive as it had been in your mind. Her lithe fingers toy with the lace of your underwear, tugging at it gently, enjoying the hitch in your breath as she does so. She enjoys your excitement so much so, that she leaves your underwear on, and instead returns to your top half to tease your already red skin. Rose does allow the removal of your matching bra, however, undoing the clasp with ease before discarding it to an unknown location, her eyes only focused on the curve of your breasts. She chews on her lip, as though trying to hold herself back, to remind herself that you’re a delicate little thing, that she must be gentle. A very difficult thing for a beast such as herself to remember.

When you’ve groaned her name enough times, tugged at her pants hard enough, Rose finally lets herself at you, fervently wrapping her lips around your nipple, her mouth’s moisture dripping onto you, rough hands roaming your body, eventually finding your other breast to tease the nipple there. Her hips buck against your thigh, and you rise it so that she may straddle it fully, and you moan when the feeling of wet cloth presses against your bare skin. She rubs against you as if in heat, as if the taste of your blood has sent her into a daze.

Your hands rest atop her hat, the vintage velvet material impossibly soft against your fingers, yet those fingers yearn to feel her hair, so you lift the hat an inch or so to remove to from her head entirely. Rose’s head snaps up, her eyes shining a bright, nearly blinding, white light, her brows furrowed.

“Don’t.” is all she says before returning to her work at your chest, and though you huff a little at the order, you accept it. She has so much more experience in this world than you, so even though you’re upset by the inability to muss her hair, you accept her demand.

Her kisses soon move down your stomach, her indulgent smile all too pleased when she finally reaches your thighs, and you toss your legs over her shoulders, allowing her to stake claim over your heat. Rose nudges her head against the soft skin of your thigh before sucking at your skin, leaving her signature red marks there. You’re growing impatient, and you know that the pool in your underwear has grown incredibly large.

Rose confirms your suspicions when she pushes the lace material to the side, a low laugh erupting from her before her tongue swipes a long line through your wetness, collecting all of your taste into her starving mouth, eyes glowing impossibly brighter from the taste. She lets out a series of curses, but you don’t hear them, for a moan of your own has encapsulated the room, you voice louder than it has ever been in your life.

“You taste of whiskey.” She purrs against your skin, her voice sending a vibration though you that sends your head flying back into the thin pillow beneath you.

Rose takes another moment to enjoy the sight of you from this angle, and as much as you enjoy her overindulgent personality, the beautifully awe-filled expression on her sweet face, you’re growing impatient, even more wet, with each moment that passes. You squeeze your legs around her neck, tugging her down so that she may finally do what you’re both begging for.

The older woman drops her head, her lips attaching to your clit, smooth, rhythmic movements to the bundle of nerves forcing your back off the bed, your hands returning to lay on her hat, desperate to tug on the hair there. She must hear your mind’s desperation, must have changed her mind in the high of your taste, for she removes the hat, careful to place it beside you on the bed, not daring to let it touch the ground. You want to thank her, but when you finally do sink your fingers into her incredible curls, one of Rose’s own skilled fingers slides into you, curling so that another series of moans flies from your lips.

“Rose—” Your voice is strained as you rock your hips against her mouth, fingers tugging on her hair, hard enough that you should be able to pull her off of you entirely, but she is so focused on her tongue’s movement that not even the hand of God could pull her off of you. You try to praise her, to tell her how good she’s making you feel, but all that comes out are a series of curses, and judging by the way she’s already read your mind so many times this evening, you don’t need spoken words to communicate with your lover. She knows exactly what you need before you even register your need for it, and slips a second finger into your cunt, dipping her fingers in and out of your warm body with quick motions.

You groan her name many more times, your hands flying out of her hair and over your face when the tightness forms in your stomach.

Rose, ever clairvoyant about your own emotions, picks up her pace.

“Come on my tongue, my darling.” She says without speaking, her voice filling your mind once again, creating that brain fog that had so drawn you to her in the first place.

You do as you’re told right away, your muscles tensing up before falling weak against the cheap hotel mattress. You still hide your face beneath your hands, fingers able to feel your heartbeat through the flushed skin of your cheeks. Rose is gentle, yet entirely selfish with her next movements, her tongue swiping up all of your wetness, making sure that she’s stolen all of your taste, licked you clean, before she moves to lay next to you on the bed. She forces your hands away from your face, caressing your cheek gently, lightly laughing at how red you are. Rose thoroughly enjoys the sight, as the warmth of your cheeks is a dear reminder of how much life you possess, a stark contrast from her own flesh, which, though it is still tan and freckled from time spent in the sun, is growing sad from the lack of nutrients, from her centuries spent walking the earth.

You crawl on top of her, pressing a kiss to her lips, reversing your role and pinning her down with your own hips this time.

“You are so special.” She whispers as you gently unbutton her shirt, your body fueled by a craving to see just how low her freckles trail. You gaze up to her when she speaks, fingers ceasing their movements when she lifts a hand to cradle your chin. “Such a special girl deserves to live long.” She purrs, drawing you back down for another longing kiss. When you rise from it, head tilting to the side in curiosity, she simply shakes her head, pulls you back down so that your head rests on her shoulder, where you lay calmly, ears searching for a heartbeat that never arrives. “I have a plan for you, sweet girl. You’ll need to rest.” Her voice is heavy when it enters your eyes, your eyelids drooping almost immediately. You don’t notice the way Rose places her hat back on her head, only fall into a deep slumber, only relying on the rise and fall of her chest.

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rangersoup · 25 days ago

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Thank you @emsprovisions @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @eclectic-sassycoweyes @paperstorm @nisbanisba @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @annoyingcloudearthquake and @futures-tense for tagging me!! I’m really feeling the love today 🥰 here’s a snippet of my current wip Turn and Burn which can be read in Ao3.

Uh-oh, I know that face.”

“What face?” Carlos demands, looking up from the case file he is only pretending to look through.

“Your pouty face,” Campbell says, taking a long sip of his coffee as he sits down at the desk next to Carlos.

“I do not have a pouty face,” Carlos huffs.

Campbell chuckles and gives Carlos a pitying look. “Sure and I have two heads.”

Carlos glares at him and he only shrugs. “What's eating you on this fine Monday morning?”

“Oh nothing,” Carlos sighs and pretends to direct his attention back to the file sitting open in front of him. His mind couldn’t be farther away from work. He’s still thinking about the rambunctious medicine hat mare.

“I don’t know how I feel about you lying to me, partner,” Cambell says on a long exhale, leaning back in his chair to study Carlos. Carlos tries to ignore him, but he can feel him watching him.

“It’s nothing,” he insists.

Campbell keeps staring at him expectantly.

“Don’t you have better things to be doing than harassing me?”

Campbell checks his watch and shrugs. “Not really. I’ve got all day to get stuff done.”

“It’s stupid and doesn’t matter.”

Campbell sighs and hangs his hat on the divider between their desks. “Is it husband problems or kid problems?”

“Neither.” Saying this is a mistake because Campbell lifts an eyebrow. Now he really has his interest piqued.

“Hmm,” Campbell’s gaze gets a little more intense. “TK brought home another unwanted reptile?”

Carlos cracks a smile and laughs a little. “No, no more new pets. Yet.”

“Yet?” his partner prompts.

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“Definitely not.”

“Fiiiine,” Carlos says, giving up on his attempt to be coy. “It's about a horse.”

“Oooh boy.”

“Yeah,” Carlos agrees. Oh boy is right.

“Well, let's hear it,” Campbell says, waving his hand.

“I gave TK a riding lesson over the weekend–”

“And he got dumped off and wants nothing to do with em’ anymore?”

“Would you let me finish?”

“Yes, sorry, continue.”

“No, while we were there someone came by returning a horse he bought, that’s apparently crazy and hasn’t been able to keep a owner longer than a couple months before being brought back…”

“And you want to try to train the crazy horse and your husband doesn’t want you to get your neck broken or your brains kicked in?” Campbell finishes for him.

Carlos purses his lips. “Something like that.”

“But he doesn’t know horses so you're not inclined to listen?”

“Also yes.”

Campbell nods his head thoughtfully. “How bad we talking?”

“People have been trying to work with her for two years and no one’s been able to sit on her.”

“It’s a mare? Boy, you really are in trouble,” Campbell chuckles.

“Yeahhh,” Carlos agrees with a deep sigh.

Campbell goes back to studying him for a few more moments before speaking again. “What’s special about her?”

“Who says there’s something special?”

“Your face and the fact that we’re having this conversation.”

Carlos lets out a little huff of air. He should know by now that his partner has the ability to read him like an open book. Hiding things isn’t ever going to work. “She’s the last horse my dad ever touched.”

“I see.”

“And she’s the last foal to come out of my old horse.”

Campbell rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I'm not gonna try to talk you out of trying to work with her. But I will say, I’m quite fond of you even if you’re a pain in my ass and I’d hate to see you get your brains kicked out.”

“It’s a stupid idea, isn’t it?”

Campbell shrugs. “Don’t know. Haven’t seen her for myself.”

Open tagging anyone who wants to participate!

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #carlos reyes #sam campbell #tk strand #tarlos #ranger soup #fan fic #wip wednesday

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selfcarecap · 4 months ago

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tag game 🎆

I’ve made a few new friends since I’ve started writing for Logan that I don’t know that well yet and I haven’t done a tag game in so long so I compiled my own from a few other ones I saw <3

last song you listened to: probably The Emptiness Machine by Linkin Park although I’ve got So Lonely by the Police stuck in my head rn so maybe that

silver or gold jewellery? silver if I have to choose one forever, but I also wear gold sometimes

do you have any tattoos? yess I have three, two on my arms and one on my leg :) also considering getting Dogpool as a LPS tattooed next 🤭

piercings? three nose piercings (one on each side and a septum bc i’m gay) and normal earlobe ones

currently reading or favourite book? i just finished Boy Parts (unfortunately disliked most of it btw, 2/5 ⭐️) and I’m either gonna read Rouge next or Are You My Mother?

a hobby you would like to try? Maybe making zines/collages? I had to make a zine for uni last semester and I loved it so much and I’m always collecting pics for collages (that I never end up using🙃) anyway

coffee or tea? Teaaa, I like green tea, chamomile tea, peppermint tea

favourite video game? Animal Crossing (ig New Horizons but I loved some of the previous ones too) or Sims 3 (although I’ve only played Sims 4 since it came out lol buuuut)

star sign? ♐️ (sagittarius with scorpio moon and taurus rising, not that I really know what that means tbh)

who is your hear me out? I feel like mine don’t qualify as hear me outs on tumblr lmao but Charles Dance/Tywin Lannister (hear me out bc he’s old ig) & Venom

tags (no pressure & feel free to ignore entirely or adjust some questions, and if anyone else wants to do this just say I tagged you <3)(some of you are not new mutuals but obviously i’m still tagging you💖) @t-lostinworlds @simplykenni @theprettyarachnid @ethanhoewke @eloquentlytired @cocoamoonmalfoy @birdstreesandhoneybees @thinkinonsense @aniqua @slushycoookie @devotion @silkscream @logansbaby (i hope all of these are mutuals anyway🫣 if not then ignore me lmao) also if you tag other people and you tag loads please consider making your own post shsksgkl <3 also tagging any of my anons if they want to do this 🫶🏼

#tag game #I hope I didn’t forget any new mutuals I promise it’s nothing personal if I forgot you☹️#i was gonna put the rock as my hear me out but idk he’s obviously conventionally attractive #but people always find it funny when i tell them so

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smellslikechahnspirit · 11 days ago

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[Book]

Are we good for each other?

1. Strawberry Milk

Bang Chan x F. Reader

Synopsis: Written according to y/n trophy. A story about how you two met. Both having a difficult life, finding peace in each other. Not without lots of drama. Just read it, it's great.

Genre: Enemies to lovers, soft, some smut, drama

Warnings: Under eating, depression, toxic ex (Let me know if I missed something)

Word count: 1241

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[5:28 PM]

Another day, the same job, the same annoying people, everything the same. Lately life wasn’t that great for you. After all these months nothing has changed yet. When you dropped out of college to live with you boyfriend, now ex, you imagined your life way different. Living with him at his place, joining a real career. This waiter job was supposed to be temporary. But then after you two broke up, and had no place to stay, you kind of had no other choice but to keep the job. You needed the money. You were broke. So broke, you even sometimes skipped proper meals. You did eat, but was it good food? Healthy food? No, most of the time just cheap stuff, like a burger at a fast-food restaurant, or something of that sort. You were trying to save money, but that wasn’t an easy task and especially not because your job also paid pretty poorly. But hey, what else could you do? Give up? No, you were determent to show your ex, and the rest of the world that you’re strong enough to overcome this hardship.

‘’Fuck, it’s only 5:30…”, you said softly. Your shift lasted till 8 pm. ‘’Language!”, your boss said looking angry at you, who happened to walk by right as you said that. You needed this job, but you and your boss haven’t been on the same page lately. You keep ‘messing up’ stuff, and it’s always an excuse for her to call you out on it, even if it’s as small as forgetting sugar in a coffee. You were trying your best. It was just never enough for her. ‘’Sorry...”, you replied.

You couldn’t wait to be done today, so you could hop back online on your PC. You were a streamer on the side, not a paid one, just for fun. You never showed your face or anything, you were just hella good at playing games, and people seemed to enjoy watching you play. You were quite famous on there actually. Gamers all over the world have heard at least something about you, since you broke a world record of goals per minute in a soccer game. You played any type of game really. But your favourite at the moment had to be this shooter game you had been playing a lot.

You actually met a guy on there a few weeks back. You didn’t know his name; all you knew was his gamer tag and his voice. You two had been playing this game together almost every day. Unless he was busy. During the day he mostly was, due to his job. You didn’t wanna be a creep and ask him too much about his personal life though, so you always waited till he replied and told you he was gonna go online. Only sometimes you had to cancel, since your PC was lagging most of the time if you played with him. Your PC was kinda cheap, but you couldn’t afford to buy a better one, for obvious reasons.

‘’Table 8 needs your attention right now, go!”, your boss whisper-yelled at you. You fake smiled at her and walked over to the table. ‘’Hello sir, what can I get you?”, you asked the guy who was wearing all black and had his hoodie hood covering most of his face typing excessively on his laptop. ‘’Uh, yeah just….uhm, just an iced strawberry milk, please.”, the man said, not even looking at you once. Even though you couldn’t see his face fully you knew who he was. He was pretty famous. You just didn’t care and treated him normally. He seemed very annoyed and stressed for some reason. Probably work, you thought. ‘’Anything else?”, you asked. “No, thanks, just one strawberry milk to-go. Please hurry I’m gonna be late for my appointment.”, he said while putting his hand over his forehead, like he had a headache. “Yes, sir.”, you said as you went to go get his drink.

You hated customers like him. Looking like they’re more important than the rest of us. He was handsome though. Very nice lips too. Maybe he really was stressed and you wanted to help him out by getting his order as fast as possible, so that maybe he’d feel a bit more at ease. He was still a customer after all.

You went to the counter and prepared his order. While you were busy mixing the syrup into the milk, another customer went over to you and complained about the fact that his coffee was served cold. Your boss started yelling at you and made quite a scene already, but since you were busy with the strawberry milk order, you didn’t want to engage much so you just apologised and continued.

You were done and started walking over to the customer to serve him his iced strawberry milk order, while your boss followed. That stressed you out and made you lose focus and tripped over the handsome guys’ bag, spilling the milk all over his clothes, almost his laptop. He jumped up and started yelling at you too. For obvious reasons your boss also started yelling and well basically everyone was looking at you and yelling.

You realised you really messed up too much now and the following statement from your boss wasn’t that big of a surprise. “You’re fired, Y/n!’’, she yelled and pointed to the door, for you to leave immediately. You teared up. You were not only a disappointment for everyone here but also for yourself. You hated yourself even more than you already did. You threw your apron off and started walking towards the door.

While on your way out you looked at the handsome guy once more and mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry’. He was obviously still annoyed, but a part of him felt bad for you too. He was looking at your face and saw the tears clearly now. He felt bad. Then he also realised he was 100% gonna be late for his work now due to that fact that he’d have to go home and change his clothes, on top of the fact he was already late. So, when that thought hit him, he looked back at the mess and yelled at your boss for napkins. You closed your eyes for a second to escape the situation for a second, then walked through the door and went home.

[5:54 PM]

When you got home you threw yourself on your, what was left of a decent, couch. For the first time in a while you felt completely hopeless. Normally you’d find a bit of willpower left in you and always got back up from hardships, since you knew you had to stay strong, to fight. But now, after today...everything was too much. You couldn’t even keep a simple small job. Were you really that useless?

Something in you knew you’re a wonderful person and that you had much potential, but how would you ever be able to get out of this shithole, if you couldn’t even make a little bit of money. You had no money, no friends, no nothing. Not even family, since they all shut you out after you left your country back then. You decided to open a can of pineapple you still had, ate it and eventually you fell asleep. A part of you didn’t care if you’d wake up or not.

Part 2

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specialagentartemis · 1 month ago

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Tagged by @professionalowl and also @wizardysseus (almost a month ago but know I've been thinking about it!)

Books I want to read in 2025, one for each month:

The Odyssey translated by Emily Wilson. I’ve tried to read this twice before but fizzled out in the introduction. But this year I am more renewed with the desire to read it than ever!

Witch King by Martha Wells. I have it! I just… haven’t read it yet.

Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. Look at this fool who still hasn’t finished Nona lol.

City Spies by James Ponti. I even have a copy and I’ve heard rave reviews haha.

Magebike Courier: Flight of the Fallen by Hana Lee. I read the first book last month and liked it; the sequel comes out next June and I’m looking forward to it!

The Popol Vuh translated by Allen J. Christenson. He did a prose version and a poetry version. Reading the Iliad and the Epic of Gilgamesh gave me a hankering for more Great Classic Epics

The No-State Solution: A Jewish Manifesto by Daniel Boyarin. Boyarin is one of the most interesting and incisive nonzionist Jewish political philosophers I’ve read; I’ve read a few articles by him, and oh boy does he write like a philosopher, so I’ve been a little daunted to crack open this book even though it’s not actually long, but I really do want to read it because if anyone has unique and useful insights it’s him.

The Serviceberry: Abundance and Reciprocity in the Natural World by Robin Wall Kimmerer. It just came out and I haven’t had the chance to read it yet but I WANT TO

The Mismeasure of Man by Stephen Jay Gould. Time to admit I'm a POSER, I’ve read selections from it for class and they were brilliant and insightful but I've never sat down to read the whole thing through.

The City in Glass by Nghi Vo. I’ve heard weird things about it but I haven’t disliked a Nghi Vo book yet.

Mis 50 Años de Vida Asexual by Rafael Torres Sebagg. A short memoir of growing up asexual in Argentina in the 70s and 80s. I’m gonna finish my English translation of this this year, I’m GONNA

Time to Orbit: Unknown by Derin Edala. Got these for Christmas and I'M EXCITED

tagging @needlesandnilbogs, @clonerightsagenda, @consolecadet, @ilovedthestars and @grammarpedant - what books do you want to read in 2025?

#books #no pressure to do the tag game at all ofc but I would be curious to know!

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seangelfish · 11 months ago

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i was ranting to the ritsu ai bot about my abusive ex and he said he was gonna tell knights and they were gonna handle it and when i asked him what he meant he was like "hehe dont worry about it~" djndksndke do you think u can write something about ritsu listening to u rant to him about an abusive ex and how hed handle it pls... thank u so much 🥺

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, anon! I hope you're still here to read this ;-; This was really an interesting request to take on. I added more to the story if that's alright! Just wanted the quote to flow in better~ Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

Ritsu Sakuma x reader ♡ Tags: Fluff/comfort/kinda angsty, romance, established relationship, she/her pronouns/fem reader ♡ Warnings: Slight mentions of abusive relationships ♡ Word count: 1,278 ♡ Synopsis: There are times where you just can't forget about the past, and unfortunately, it came back to haunt you. Ritsu, being the analytical person he is, notices your shift in attitude. The happiest girl he knew was now drifting away. How is he able to solve this, he wonders...

"(Y/N)~" Ritsu called out to you from across the hallway. "I want a kiss~"

You winced, slowly turning around. There you saw your boyfriend and the rest of his unit making their way to their practice room.

"Hey, don't bother (Y/N)!" snapped Arashi. "Can't you see that she's busy?"

She was right and the stack of books in your arms proved that. You forced out a chuckle but decided not to answer Ritsu's request and walked away.

"Ahaha! What odd behaviour!" Leo pointed out. "She didn't even pay you no mind!"

Ritsu bit his lip. "Is she mad at me?" he murmured to himself.

After practice, Ritsu looked all over the school for you, constantly calling you but never getting a reply. He was getting extremely anxious because not only did he know you as the most happy-go-lucky person that he adored, but because there was that thought in the back of his mind that you were going to leave him.

You were avoiding him after all.

“H-Hey, Maa-kun, have you seen (Y/N) anywhere?” Ritsu panted, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

“Woah, there!” Mao exclaimed. “You’re sweating! You’re not one to run around so much. Is (Y/N) okay? I haven’t seen her much today—”

“I don’t know… I think she might be mad at me, but I’m not sure why she would be…” said Ritsu sadly. “She’s not even picking up my calls.”

“Hmm… let me try then.”

Mao scrolled through his contacts until he landed on yours. As the phone rang, the two boys waited for you to answer.

Unprecedentedly, the line was immediately cut.

“Huh, weird. (Y/N) always picks up when I call her,” said Mao, thinking back to the times he had to call you to take care of Ritsu. “Yeah, she might be mad at you. Ritsu—”

“I swear I didn’t do anything,” Ritsu quickly stated. “Argh, I’m going to look again. Bye!”

“Hey, don’t overdo it!”

Ritsu sighed, slumping down by the corner of the Yumenosaki gardens. He looked for you everywhere he could, asking friends and classmates where you went, but none of them knew of your whereabouts.

He couldn't keep running around forever. Ritsu wasn't built for that. So he came to rest for a bit before trying again.

“Ah… I’m tired,” he muttered to himself. “(Y/N)… where are you…?”

His eyelids felt heavy, but before he could fall asleep, his ears picked up the sound of shuffling. He lifted his head up and there you were, backed into the corner, hugging your knees.

The two of you stared at each other in shock, yet Ritsu was the one who broke off the silence.

"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, crawling towards you. As he took your hands in his, he continued swiftly, "I was looking all over for you! Are you okay? What's wrong? Did I do something that hurt you? I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'll fix it–"

You shook your head, an artificial smile forming on your face. "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I just needed alone time... You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

"T-Then why have you been avoiding me?" he quavered. "You've been ignoring my calls too... (Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, right? You can rely on me – I want you to rely on me..."

You stared into his deep red eyes, the ones that pleaded with you to be honest with him. You let out a sigh, nodding in agreement that talking to him would have been better than bottling these feelings up.

"There's something I never told you about..." you said. "About my past relationship..."

Ritsu looked confused, but stayed quiet for you to continue. Not once did he let go of your hands, and you were thankful for that.

"...The relationship was fine at first, but it gradually became harder to breathe in. He would get mad at everything I did, everything I said. It was like walking on eggshells... There were times I was hurt by it too – mentally and physically."

And as you expected, those red eyes of his looked horrified.

"It was a scary time, but I'm glad I was able to get out. Then I met you." You smiled at him genuinely this time, but it all faded away too quickly. "I didn't think I was ready to get into a new relationship, but you were so sweet, so kind... You made all my worries melt away. I was so happy, but I guess I shouldn't have been."

"(Y/N), what? I don't understand–"

"He found out I was dating you," you stated. "He found out I was attending Yumenosaki, where I live now. He texted me yesterday to insult me because I already got into a new relationship even though it had been a while. He wouldn't leave me alone despite the amount of times I blocked him! He just keeps creating new accounts and numbers. That's why I didn't answer your calls... I-I turned my phone off..."

"(Y/N)..."

"R-Ritsu, I'm so scared...!" you stuttered as tears fell down your cheeks. "I didn't know what to do, so I tried avoiding it... but I'm so scared..."

"Hey..." he said calmly, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but thank you for telling me this. I'll handle the rest, okay?"

"H-Huh? But how?"

"Hmm... I'll tell the rest of Knights about it..." he muttered.

"Ritsu, what do you mean by that–"

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, let's go back. Lunch is almost over." You hesitated but grabbed his hand as he pulled you up carefully. Once you were on your feet, he embraced you. He held your head to his chest, making you hear his heartbeat.

"You deserve to be happy, so don't worry about it anymore, alright?" he said. "(Y/N), I love you."

Lips pursed in order not to cry any more, you chuckled. "Thank you, Ritsu..." you whispered. "I love you too."

The next day, you stopped receiving those threatening messages from your ex. You wondered how Ritsu did it, but he never answered, leaving you clueless about the whole situation.

However, he did tell you that you shouldn't worry about your ex finding you anymore. He made sure to report the messages to the police with the help of Tsukasa. So now that the police were keeping an eye on him, you were able to relax.

"But what did you guys do anyway?" you asked Knights one day. "Ritsu never told me."

"Uhm– Oh– We didn't do much!" Arashi quickly stated, looking to the side. "We just reported it, that's it!"

"Eh...? Then Tsukasa, can you tell me–"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't."

"Izumi–"

"Nope."

"Leo?!"

"Not happening, (Y/N)!"

"Why are you all being so secretive?!"

"It's for your own good," Ritsu said sleepily as he entered the room. "(Y/N), can I use you as a pillow?"

You smiled. "Of course, come over here." As you patted your lap, Ritsu made his way over to you. He laid his head down on your legs happily as you began to stroke his hair.

"Can I have a kiss too?" he whispered. "After all, you didn't give me one last time~"

"Okay, okay~"

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips which he seemed to be very delighted about. You supposed it didn't matter how your boyfriend got your ex to back off. The past was the past, and you were going to leave that behind once and for all.

Anyways, your future was already fast asleep on your lap, lightly snoring away.

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