#not to pat myself on the back but im so relieved they came out looking this good with how long its been since ive regularly giffed :))

[lewkwoodnco]

Lockwood & Co. incorrect quotes (3/?) LOCKWOOD & CO. (2023)

[animereaderinsertwriter]

Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part III

Part I

Part II

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

Ao3 link here

After that night, it became increasingly hard for (Y/N) to leave, and for Eren to let her do so.

Something between them had changed. There were moments— when Eren would press feather-light kisses against her forehead, when he would casually leave a cup of her favorite tea where she would find it— where (Y/N) felt as though her heart might burst. It was all the little things that baffled her, all the ways in which he seemed to understand exactly how she felt; it was as though he knew her more than she knew herself. On the mornings that she would wake in his bed, sleepy and sticky and wholly content, (Y/N) wondered what it would be like to have this life forever.

Other days— on days like today— she was reminded exactly why that could never be, and it broke her heart.

Today, they had planned a romantic dinner in the park, an evening under the stars. It was supposed to be something special, a little getaway just for the two of them; they had wanted to leave as soon as (Y/N) was relieved from her patrol, so Eren had moved her things to his place, hoping that they could leave together from there for their evening alone.

In and of itself, that was fine… but when (Y/N) came in, covered head-to-toe in viscous Creature blood, Eren was furious.

“And you call me a monster,” he growled, looking her up and down with hate in his eyes. “I can’t believe you.”

He stood from his seat on the sofa, and (Y/N) began to back away, still wary from the fight she had narrowly escaped from unscathed. Her every instinct told her that she should run, fire a round of silver bullets into his chest, but she steeled herself, doing neither.

“It’s not my fault— they were attacking a civilian,” she told him as he stalked towards her, his face twisted into a horrific scowl. “I tried to stop them— tried to find out what was going on— but then they came at me with their claws, and I was left with no choice.”

“There is always a choice,” he snarled, and it was then that anger filled (Y/N) from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. "They were probably terrified of you— how could you possibly blame them for lashing out?"

(Y/N) grit her teeth.

“This, from the man who thought genocide was his only option to the same problem?”

Eren made a low, warning sound in the back of his throat, but (Y/N) pressed on.

“You would rather me have died?” she demanded, stepping into his space. “Would it have pleased you more for my body to bleed out on the pavement, ripped to shreds by an aggressive werewolf? Would you even care, or would you just find the next blood bag and move on with your life?”

“Maybe so,” he shot back, “Then I wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable mouth.”

That stung— but if there was one thing (Y/N) knew how to do, it was to strike back twice as hard as she had been struck.

“Fine then,” she said, turning on her heel. “I won’t bother you any longer. I’ll go out and find someone who actually wants my company, someone who’ll fuck me good and proper over the counter at some hole-in-the-wall bar over on Easy Street, someone younger, with a nicer cock and less fucking baggage— ”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence, or even walk a single step further— Eren grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him, his fist painfully tight against her scalp.

“Wanna say that again, to my face?” he asked, tilting her head back.

“I’ll go find someone else to fuck me,” she spat, struggling in vain against him. “I’ll spread my legs for the next available schmuck in the closest bar I can find, so you can hear me scream his name and not yours.”

It was a low blow, to threaten a vampire’s claim on something they had previously assumed had belonged to them, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She had almost died today, and she’d be damned if she was going to take shit from anyone about what she had to do to survive. If Eren wanted a fight, she would damn sure give him one.

“Like hell you will,” he told her, pulling her head back so that she had to strain to remain standing. “You’re mine. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood— you are my Companion.”

"I belong to no one!"

Those words ripped from her throat and echoed throughout the empty house, and it was then that Eren stopped, looking at her with calculation in his gaze.

"You're right," he said, releasing her hair. "No mortal can serve two masters, lest they love one and despise the other; an archaic religious concept, but an accurate one nonetheless. You've made it abundantly clear where your loyalty lies. I was a fool for thinking otherwise."

(Y/N) began to tremble. "Eren, what are you saying?"

"I release you from our pact," he replied coldly, his eyes so dull and lifeless that it sent a chill down her spine. "No longer are you bound to be my wine-press— I free you from me."

"Eren—"

"Go," he commanded, and (Y/N) felt terribly, horribly empty.

Once, he would have told her to come freely, go safely, and leave something of the happiness she brought him; now, he gave her a cold dismissal, and it frightened her more than she was willing to admit. Still, she went, feeling hollow and used, and she didn't bother to shut the door behind her as she turned to walk home, weary from the day and sick from fighting.

***

Armin had lived for a very long time, but even so, he had yet to meet anyone so foul of temper as Eren when the Hunger was on him.

"Eren, you have to feed."

The vampire, as ill in health as in temper, glared weakly at him. "I'm not hungry."

"But you are Hungry, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. Look, if this is about that girl—"

"I told you not to speak of her!"

Ah, so it was about her. By the looks of him, it had been two weeks since Eren had fed; Armin would bet that he hadn't seen her in the same amount of time.

"If I need to, I'll drag her here to make up with you myself," said Armin testily, "I refuse to watch my best friend starve himself because he refuses to feed on anyone else."

"You will not touch her."

Armin rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything further. He just patted Eren's arm in farewell and set about finding the little lady who was the root cause of his current consternation.

It took longer than Armin had anticipated to find the young woman who had, for all intents and purposes, completely unraveled Eren's composure; her scent, while thick and memorable in Eren's apartment, was hard to track otherwise. Armin spent two hours just wandering the city while trying to catch a breath of it here or there, and when he finally did manage to catch a whiff of her scent and follow it to her, he understood exactly why it had been so hard to track her down.

The girl was a Hunter, of all things.

When Armin found her, she was knee-deep in sewage, her knife embedded to the hilt in the skull of what appeared to be some species of winged reptile. Armin, having been a tad desperate and not actually having been expecting to find anything when he lifted the lid to the man-hole on 32nd and Main, was surprised to say the least— and when (Y/N) ripped her knife free and readjusted her stance into a defensive one directed at him, his surprise turned to intrigue.

“Er, hello there,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t suppose you’ll take my word for it that I just want to chat, will you?”

Curiously, the words gave the woman pause. She relaxed her stance ever-so-slightly, and then her eyes lit up with recognition.

“Armin Arlert?” she queried, craning her neck up to see him. “Is that you?”

This one grows curiouser and curiouser, he thought, but responded affirmatively.

“Can you give me a bit, then?” she asked, kicking the corpse of the Creature she’d just killed. “I’m not exactly fit for company. Perhaps we could meet later for a discussion over tea?”

“I’m afraid it’s urgent,” he said as she knelt to decapitate her prey— likely for proof of victory. “I think you know why I’m here, so you understand that time is of the essence.”

She didn’t look up at him as she replied.

“If this is about Eren, then I don’t have time to talk.”

Her tone was hard, bitter, and matter-of-fact, and it reminded Armin so much of Jean that it hurt… but just like Jean, Armin would bet that she could be won over by appealing to her inherent sense of human decency

“He’s suffering (Y/N),” he said, awkwardly crouching above the manhole so that she could better see the truth written in his eyes. “He won’t feed.”

“That’s hardly my problem.”

And oh, how well Armin knew that state of mind. If there was one thing Eren Jaeger knew how to do, it was push away the people who loved him most. Armin had dealt with that particularly lovely quirk of his for centuries, and it never got easier to deal with no matter how much time passed. If anything, it got more difficult the older they both got.

“When you’re the solution to a problem, you become a part of it whether you like it or not,” Armin replied, patient and understanding. “He cares for you.”

(Y/N) looked up at him then, fury in her eyes.

“He hurt me.”

Armin shrugged. “He hurts everyone he cares about. It’s just who he is. Nothing comes for free— least of all the love and loyalty of someone as old and as powerful as Eren.”

“Your heart may be toughened to his meanness,” she told him, the head of the creature she’d slain in her hands, “But mine is not, and I don’t like him well enough to willfully remain for him to use as an emotional punching bag.”

At that, Armin couldn’t help but let loose a wry grin.

“No,” he said, “I should think not; but I do think you love him well enough to make sure he doesn’t starve himself to death because he can’t have you.”

(Y/N) was silent for a long moment, then she crossed her arms.

“I won’t come crawling to him. He’s going to have to come to me.”

Armin grimaced. He wasn’t looking forward to that conversation.

“Is that at all negotiable?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

Well, there was nothing for it.

“And you will let him feed if he comes to you?”

(Y/N) thought, then nodded. “If he proves himself deserving.”

Armin couldn't help himself; he laughed. Eren might have met his match in this one.

"Very well. I'll work my magic, and you work yours."

She nodded and bade him farewell, but before Armin left, he paused.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

With that, he left her, ready to take Eren by the ear and throw him at her if he had to.

***

(Y/N)'s heart was racing as she opened the door, knowing good and well who would be behind it.

After her little talk with Armin— and the near heart attack he had given her in the process— she had called in to Zeke and told him she needed to go home to deal with an emergency. A replacement for her patrols had been sent, and she had come home to wash the grim from her skin, making herself as presentable as possible with the time she had. (Y/N) was worried, so worried, that the filth she had been wading in earlier would have left a lingering stench, or even that it had affected the taste of her; she had scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin was raw, hoping to erase every last remnant of her day from her skin…but as it turned out, she needn't have bothered.

Two, three, four hours later, and Eren hadn't shown— it was only now, right at the six hour mark, that he had decided to come to her.

Needless to say, (Y/N) was… less than pleased, but when she opened the door to find Eren pale and drawn, with dark circles beneath his eyes, her heart softened ever-so-slightly. It seemed that Armin was right; he had been suffering.

"You look like shit," she told him quietly, opening her door widely to let him in.

"I assure you, I feel worse," Eren grumbled, but stepped in as she closed the door behind him.

For a long, awkward moment, they just looked at each other, silent and unsure. It was unsettling how unlike himself Eren seemed; he was almost soft when he looked at her, and (Y/N) didn't know how to feel about it. Eventually, though, like two opposite ends of a magnet, they were drawn together, and Eren brushed a piece of hair back from her face.

"Hi," he said, his voice low and rough. (Y/N) caught his hand in hers before it could fall from her hair, and she pressed it against her chest, keeping it trapped there, touching the skin above her beating heart.

"Hey."

They watched each other a moment more before the dam broke between them, and they both spoke at once.

"I'm sorry."

A shared grin, a shy laugh— and then (Y/N) said what they both were thinking.

"You need to feed first, and talk later," she told him, her hand still clasped in his. "You're not off the hook, but I doubt we can have any real conversation with you like this."

Eren nodded gratefully, tugging at her wrist— his usual biting spot— but (Y/N) shook her head, indicating her neck. The thickest, richest blood, she knew, would come from there; and if there was ever a time to be generous with the placement of Eren's bite, she figured that it would be now.

The worst of it was over quickly. There was a brief sting at the intrusion of razor-sharp fangs, and then the vaguely uncomfortable feeling of having something poking down into places that decidedly should not be poked at all, but then (Y/N) quickly eased into the rhythm of the act, focusing wholly on the way Eren's lips felt against her skin. In a few moments, she would become pleasantly light-headed, and then Eren would pull away and look at her like she'd hung the stars. Oh, how she'd missed that look! (Y/N) found herself longing for it even before she quite realized it.

And then, without warning, a vision came, and (Y/N) was swept into another world entirely.

The evening sky rolled endlessly out towards the horizon; it seemed to go on forever, sparkling with more stars than (Y/N) had ever seen before. The full moon was so bright that it cast the whole world in what seemed like silver sunlight, and (Y/N) wondered how anyone could sleep on a night such as this. It was far too beautiful an experience to miss.

Alongside her— alongside Eren, through whose eyes she saw the world— strode Armin and two older-looking cadets who she recognized from previous memories as Reiner and Berthold. Eren was feeling anxious over something, and Reiner and Berthold were… well, they were kind. Reiner especially seemed to be like an older brother, and Eren admired him.

"You'll do just fine tomorrow," said Reiner, placing a large, warm hand on Eren's shoulder. "I'm certain of it."

The memory ended, and (Y/N) came back to herself as Eren's tongue laved over the wounds his fangs had left in her neck, sealing them.

"See anything?" he asked, his breath warm against her skin, and (Y/N) nodded.

"You loved them, too," she said softly, remembering the fondness Eren had felt as though it had been her own. "You loved the Hunters that tried to take everything from you, and— and I think they loved you, too."

Eren pulled away from her, and it was then that she saw the tears shining in his eyes.

"Yes," he replied, his voice broken. "We were children. How could we not love each other as God intended? Hate was never in our nature; it was an inheritance that we couldn't escape."

He paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he told her, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I lost my temper. I forget— I forget that you're not them."

And (Y/N) understood. She understood that no matter how many centuries passed, there would be wounds that just wouldn't heal for Eren. He would lash out at things that wouldn't make sense to anyone who hadn't experienced the horrors of war as he had. Suddenly, she felt petty for having lashed out as she had, and guilt threatened to rise up and choke her.

"You're forgiven," she replied, leaning into his touch. "It takes two to tango— I shouldn't have baited you like I did. I knew how badly that would hurt you, and that's exactly why I said it."

At that, Eren cracked a grin.

"I expect nothing less from a Kirschtein. Your grandfather would have punched me square in the jaw— and as big as that bastard got when we were older, he probably would have put me on my ass."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh, and Eren joined her, their combined joy swelling until there was nothing else in the world but their happiness.

How they started kissing, neither one of them would be able to say afterwards, but in the grand scheme of things, it hardly mattered. Their love was too large to contain, too much to hold back— and it was love, (Y/N) realized, though she hadn't quite put words to it yet. She loved Eren Jaeger, a Creature, a monster, as much as her grandfather before her had and more. She loved him with a desperation that felt like being knocked over by an ocean wave and plunged into depths where her feet no longer touched the sand. She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone before.

And, as he placed her gently on her bed that was barely big enough for two, divesting himself of his shirt above her, (Y/N) thought that maybe she didn't mind it so much as long as he loved her in return.

"I missed you," said Eren, dropping kisses by her ear as he unhooked her bra. "I missed this."

"Me too," she gasped as his mouth wandered to her nipple, her hands fisting in his hair. "Oh, God, I missed you too."

The time for words was soon gone, however; Eren's sinful, sinful mouth traveled lower and lower until he was kissing at the insides of her thighs, parting them to access what lay between, and (Y/N) threw her head back as he spread her open with his hands and sucked brazenly at her clit.

How long he spent there, worshipping her sex, (Y/N) had no idea; all she knew was that she came once from his mouth on her and a second time from his fingers inside her, and when he finally, mercifully withdrew, she was broken down to the simplest parts of herself; there was nothing left but an affection so deep that it threatened to overtake her if she didn't let it out, and she did the only thing she knew to do to release the overwhelming pressure that was building in her chest as Eren pushed his big, veiny cock into her.

She told him what she should have said a long time ago.

"Oh, Eren," she gasped as his cockhead shoved deep inside her. "I love you."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Eren went unnaturally still. He looked at her with pupils blown wide inside emerald eyes, and his fangs slightly distended; in any other situation, (Y/N) might have laughed at how surprised he seemed, but it seemed as though she were frozen in time, unable to do anything but stare earnestly up at them, hoping he understood how much she cared for him.

"You… what?"

"I love you," she repeated, her body moving without her permission to roll her hips up into him, moving his cock even further inside her. "Please, Eren, I need—"

He cut her off with a forceful, bruising kiss, and his hips started making slow, deep thrusts inside her, her legs hiked up over his shoulders.

"Again," he said against her lips."Say it again."

"I love you."

Another thrust or two, a hand circling her wounded throat.

"Again."

"I love you, Eren."

"Again."

This time, it was only a whisper.

"I love you," she said, and Eren began fucking her in earnest.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her as he thrust hard and deep inside her. "You're every man's dream, a nirvana the damned such as myself were never meant to reach. (Y/N), you are everything, and I—"

He seemed to choke on the words, and (Y/N) kissed him as he tried to regain his composure.

"I don't deserve you," he said, shaking with the force of their passion. "I don't deserve your love."

It's not about deserving, she wanted to say, It never was, but then she was coming again, her climax contracting her walls around her lover, and it was all she could do to remain conscious as Eren fucked her relentlessly through it all, chasing his own high.

It was only later, after a shower and something to eat that they finally spoke again. They were back in bed, and Eren's arm was wrapped around her, as though he were afraid to let her go for even a moment; truthfully, (Y/N) thought he was asleep, but then his breath tickled her ear as he said,

"I love you, angel."

And that, (Y/N) thought, had been worth it all, in the end.

[hyakki59]

Bertholdt Hoover - One Shot

(I don't own the picture)

Warnings: fluff

Bertholdt opened the door of your home and entered in. When you heard him, you get out from the bedroom to welcome him in.

"Im back" he said

"Heyy" you added tiredly

He then sat on the couch across the fireplace, still wearing his coat.

"Ahh.. I'm exhausted.."

He said with his head leaning back and he also loosed his tie with his arm. You then get comfortable between his legs like a cat. You were wearing your nightgown and having your hair in braid. You were too cute for him to bear, just seeing you, you were making his heart beating fast.

You leaned your head between his neck and shoulder and with your left arm you caressed his chest through his button-up shirt.

"You came later than I was expecting" you said with low voice

"Yeah, I'm sorry dear, Reiner kept the council longer"

He added while he started caressing your knee, which was visible because your legs were bented and your nightgown was upper on your legs.

"Have you eaten anything for dinner?" He asked you

"No, I didn't" you answered him.

"Why my love?"

He asked this time worryingly, his head lifted up looking at you and he put some short hair of yours behind your ear.

"I'm tired and I wasn't feeling like eating" you answered him again.

"I want allow you though to sleep with an empty stomach. I'm gonna prepare something for you to eat."

He said while his arm traveled your upper thigh and he gave you a kiss on your head, his lips touching your hair.

"You don't need to" you said to him

"I don't accept objections, now sit up."

He said doing a pat pat on your thigh. You then let out a sigh because you were about to leave your warm spot from his lap. Once you stood up, Bertholdt did the same and he also took off his coat, you admiring the motion of his back and shoulders. His stature was so fine, his back and shoulders were so grown up, you could also see his muscles through his shirt. And he was yours. Your lovely big ass tower.

He hung his coat on the coat stand and he took off his tie and hung it there too. He noticed you staring at him. He approached you pinching softly your cheek while he winked at you, having also a smrik on his face. All of these made you blush and you looked away. He continued his way to the kitchen and you followed him. He rolled up his sleeves till his elbows, so he could start cooking. You stood beside him. You looked him up and down. His black pants were tight on his ass, toning them. The neck of his shirt was 1 or 2 bottoms open relieving the visible sight of his collar bones. What has gotten into you today? You were staring at him so much.

"Have I ever told you how much the bottom-up shirts suit you? You look hot"

You said while leaning your head on his upper limb while grabbing his arm with both of your arms. He looked down at you with a suprised look, blushing but also smiled embarrassingly.

"Is that so?" He answered

"Mm" you murmured

He had already noted to wear bottom-up shirts more often.

"Don't sleep on me"

He said because you had already closed your eyes with your face bearing on his arm.

"I will feed you myself if you are that sleepy"

"There's no need. You are spoiling me you know"

"Im not spoiling you. I'm just showing my love to you.

He said, caressing your cheek with his thumb and he leaned down to you to give you a kiss, his lips capturing your upper lip, so you felt in the middle of yours lips his lower one. He leaned back smiling at you and you smiled at him back. You thought that you were lucky to have such a good boyfriend.

[mashiraostail]

I've been having a lot more depressive episodes lately.(dw, im getting help) But, can i have Nemuri and Aizawa comforting a s/o who just had a depressive episode? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable with the topic, but if you do thank you so much

Thanks for the request! I can do this for sure and I hope it helps! As someone who is also depressed I put some lil tidbits from my own struggles in here (specifically the gargantuous amount of energy turning the shower knob can take me and how that simple action has literally stopped me showering for weeks) If you’re struggling right now please remember to extend your body the same kindness you so consistently extend to other people!! Even by sitting here reading my writing you’re being so amazingly kind to me!! Project that back onto yourself and give yourself a reward, a glass of water at your favorite temperature, or even a snack if you can stomach it! It’s easy to drown ourselves in comfort content and neglect tangible acts of self love but I promise the energy will be worth it!

Nemuri: It’d been a while since Nemuri heard from you, and even longer since she’s seen you, which was rare. You didn’t drop off the face of the planet or anything but you had been evading her invitations to go out or even just to spend a night with her. She wanted to avoid showing up unannounced but it was becoming concerning. The last thing she wanted was to make you think she didn’t trust you or to startle you, but whenever she brought it up you brushed her off. She hated the idea of you being sick or even just swamped with work all alone when she was more than capable of helping you out. Eventually she just decides to show up, she texts you first but you don’t even appear to open it, she just had a bad feeling and if hero-work taught her anything it was to always trust a bad feeling.  She knocks on your front door for a while to no avail, ringing the bell intermittently, she’s just met with silence. Her key works which at least is a good sign that you didn’t pack up and move across the country or something.  “Hello??” She wanders into the apartment. It’s dark and radio silent. But there are dishes in the sink, your shoes strewn around the entryway and your bag on the table.  “You here??” You were definitely here, your car keys were on the couch and your usual walking around sneakers...or. one of them was underneath the coffee table.  She decides to check your bedroom.  “I’m gonna open the door okay?? If you aren’t decent now’s the time to say it don’t freak out at me okay?? I’m opening the door now.” She opens the door with covered eyes. “Hello?” She peeks between her fingers and is greeted with the sight of you, or the lump that is probably you, curled up underneath your duvet.  “Nemuri.” Your head pokes up overtop your pile of pillows and the fluff of your comforter.  “Well hello!” She piques, clearly relieved to see you, “good morning to you sleeping beauty, though it is 4 in the afternoon.” She pushes the door open the rest of the way and enters the room.  “What’s up?” She leans against your dresser, “where have you been?”  “Where does it look like I’ve been?” You sigh.  “What’re you a vampire or something now? Decided to go fully nocturnal?” She grins but you don’t mimic her amusement.  “What’s wrong babe? I’ve done like 4 things that you would have laughed at by now. Something’s obviously wrong. I texted you and called but you didn’t reply...are you upset with me? This isn’t how you normally act when you’re upset with me...” She wrings her hands together, “normally you come to see me all the time, I’m not saying you have to be inseparable from me or anything but...well this just isn’t like you..if I made you mad I’d rather you tell me babe since I’m clueless..”   You sigh, suddenly feeling guilty for your radio silence for the past few days and the increasing distance you’d put between the pair of you for the past week or so now. It was intentional you just shut down and you didn’t mean to but everything was a chore, even the things you loved, sometimes especially the things you loved.  “No...it’s not you.”  “Well I’m...” She looked confused, “I’m glad to hear that but I’m still kinda lost. Are you sick? Did someone else make you upset? If someone else is giving you problems you need to tell me.” Having the green light gets her to venture further into your bedroom and sit on the edge of your mattress, “I can set some people straight if that’s the problem.”  “No it’s..nobody...no one is giving me any trouble that’s not it.” You also suddenly feel sort of stupid. You don’t even know what put this on. One day you were fine and the next you were worse, and then next was worse and the next was worse than that until you ended up where you were now. In bed 5 days removed of a shower where your one meal of the day consisted of a plain bagel sometimes toasted other times not.  “No one?” She reaches out and holds the bend of your knees, “are you sure?” You nod. “Okay then...well what is it? I wanna help but you’ve gotta let me know how.”  “I just...” You scrub your face, “I just...it’s been a really bad week or..2 weeks or..however long. I don’t know. I feel so depressed and exhausted and everything is annoying and tiring and no matter how much I sleep I can’t seem to stay awake.” She takes in a breath at that and nods with it.  “Oh. OH. Well now I feel stupid pulling away so much. I just didn’t wanna be overbearing and offend you or..well...well what’s up? What set all this on? Did something happen to...to make you feel upset or?”  “I don’t know...I just think I haven’t been taking good enough care of myself. I’ve been slacking and procrastinating and then I got overwhelmed and then I got upset and now...I’m here. I just feel like such an idiot and now to think I made you think I was upset with you because I was too-”  “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Nemuri shushes you, “it’s alright. Really you don’t have to feel bad about that. I get it, I understand now so it’s okay. I’m sorry for making it about me.” Her hand moves up to squeeze your thigh.  “I wanna do everything I can to help okay? Whatever I can do to help you come out on top with this thing...” Her other hand squeezes your lower arm, “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me with this sort of thing okay? We don’t have to get into the...deep emotional part of it if you don’t wanna talk about that with me. But we can start small can’t we? When’s the last time you had something to drink?” She looks at the empty glasses on your bedside table. “And when’s the last time you ate or took a shower?”  The face you make at that tells her more than enough.  “Okay you don’t have to answer that.” She reaches out tuck your hair back but you flinch away from it, the last thing she need to feel was your dirty hair.  “Come on with that.” She sighs, “I don’t think you’re gross. I’m not grossed out at all okay? I promise. I’ve had my fair share of shower protests. It’s in the job description, no ones perfect. I love you, smelly or not. Now hold still and let me give you a kiss.”  You relent at that. She presses a long kiss to your temple, sighing into your skin, “I’m sorry you feel this way. I don’t wan you to feel this way ever..so let’s start small.. How about a nice bath, yeah? I’ll set one up for you you can soak in it for a bit, while you do that I’ll clean up around here, change your sheets and...work on that.. situation.. in the sink, then when you’re ready I’ll come wash your hair for you. After that you can relax in the bath a little more, shave if that’s something that will make you feel good, or I could put some conditioner in your hair. Or you can just sit in a nice warm bath with a cold bottle of water and get your energy back up. I’ll get you some real food in the mean time.”  She doesn’t poke or prod for information, she washes your hair with the same care and consideration that went into most of the things she did, she didn’t ask to join you, or to stay. She asked if you wanted to be alone for a little bit longer and left you to it when you confessed that you did only poking in to leave ‘the comfiest looking pajamas I could find’ for when you were done cleaning up. You manage to get yourself up and out of the bath without having to call for the help or extra motivation to do it. She only looks delighted to see you.   “How’d the bath go? Did I use enough bubbles?”  “It was nice..I didn’t realize how..far gone I was..I feel better..” You rub your arm, if she’s at all perturbed by your confession it’s not detectable.  “Yeah?? I had a feeling it would help. Now come here. I really want a hug.” She pats the empty bed beside her and you make your way over.  “Good, there you are.” She wraps her arms around you and sighs, “I missed you.” She tucks you easily into her chest, her free hand scratching the nape of your neck, “don’t apologize for that.” She stops you before you can talk.  “I ordered some food from that place you like. I wanted to make something so you could get some food in you a little faster but...you’re running a little low on raw materials.” She combs her fingers through your wet hair, “it’s okay though having your favorite might make you feel a little better.”  “Yeah..thanks for being here.” You close your eyes, still exhausted but your chest felt lighter, your whole body felt lighter.  “Of course. I only wish I came sooner but...” She pulls back and looks at you, holding the base of your skull in her hands, “I get wanting to be alone sometimes. Needing space to get your feet on the ground is normal but...don’t be afraid to ask for my help either. If there ever is a time that you want me here, need me here even...I want to be here. I know I can rely on you so I hope you know you can rely on me too.” She presses a long kiss to your forehead at that.  “I think I’ll feel a lot better tomorrow.” Your voice is quiet and your fingers brush against her collarbone. “That’s good.” Her palm pulls your hair off your forehead, “in the meantime I’ll be here to help you get there.” 

Aizawa:  Aizawa was an introvert himself. He liked being around other people at times of course but sometimes he just needed a quiet room to recharge. He figured you did too, and plus you were both plenty busy. For the most part he trusted your judgement and tended to not be very insecure when it came to how much time you spent together. He liked being around you, and would rather be with you than not for the most part but he understood probably better than anyone what exhaustion can do to a person. If you were tired then you could recharge. That being said he wouldn’t avoid you if he saw you out and about, and he saw you out and about.  It was actually late for you to be out, late for anyone to be out really. You were leaving a convince store and he was getting ready to call it a night with patrolling.  “Hey.” The way you jump out of your skin at his voice tells him he maybe should have approached you with noisier steps.  “Sorry.”  “It’s okay.” You clutch the bag you were holding, “I just thought I was getting mugged is all.”  “You think there are criminals running around when I’m out here? I don’t know if I should be insulted.” He teases a little and you jump.  “That isn’t how I meant-”  “I know.” He chuckles, “I know. What are you doing out so late? It’s almost midnight.”  “I...had to get some stuff.. You bounce nervously on the balls of your feet, the last thing you needed was him seeing you like this. It was the first time you’d gone out in like 2 weeks, you were sure you looked as terrible as you felt.  “You don’t look very happy to see me.” Ever intuitive. You supposed you didn’t keep it much of a secret, the first thing you did whenever you saw him was reach out for him, his hand, his arm, his waist, you just wanted to touch. Or normally you did, but now all you wanted to do was get away.  “I’m just...exhausted. Sorry I am happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you.” You rub your eyes, “like you said, it’s late.”  “It is late.” He agrees, “I’m finished here.”  “O-oh that’s good..are you hurt at all?”  “No, slow night...but.. why don’t we spend the night together? Since we’re both here.”  He didn’t need to see the state of your apartment.  “U-uh okay yeah we can go to yours..” “You’re closer.” He raises his eyebrows, letting his goggles fall around his neck, “and you just bought stuff. I’m assuming it’s for your apartment not mine.” He peeks into the bag, “I don’t remember sending you a midnight shopping list.”  “W-well yeah but there’s school tomorrow and you’re closer so it’s probably easier for you and-”  “You’re an extra five minutes out.” He laughs at that, “and unless you trashed all my things in the week I went without seeing you I have plenty of stuff to wear at your place.”  “Y-yeah I mean..that is true.”  He raises one eyebrow at you, “so?” You couldn’t think of a good reason to say no, the mountain of dishes in your sink, the full washer and dryer and 2 baskets of unfolded laundry didn’t seem like an excuse, especially considering it was knowledge you wanted to withhold from him in the first place.  “Y-yeah sure..it has been a while.”  “Alright, let’s go then.” He reaches out and takes your bags from you batting your hand away as you try to stop him.  “You’ve been working-”  “I got it. It’s fine come on. You really shouldn’t be out so late by yourself you know.”  “You’re probably right..” You murmur, making to follow him down the road.  He doesn’t pry about your jittery state, he asks a few question about how your day went and seems to back down even more when you take a hold of his arm on your walk.  “It really is slow tonight.” He looks around, “at least you picked a good night for a midnight excursion.” He nudges you a little playfully and you hum.  You wanted to be more engaging but every step brought you closer to the impending doom that would be Shota seeing the abysmal state in which you were living.  Once you get to the front door you realized you didn’t have your keys.  “I...” You look at your shoes and he leans against the wall.  “What’s up?”  “I don’t have my keys..”  “You really are lucky you ran into me.” He straightens up and shifts the bags to one arm to fish around in his pocket, “I’ve got one. Are you feeling alright?” You don’t reply because...well he’d figure it out.  “Please don’t say anything rude.” You warble mostly to yourself as the lock clicks, he pushes the door open. “What do you mean don’t say anything rude, why would I-” He clicks the light on as he steps inside. Oh it’s worse than you remembered. How’d your laundry get to the couch? And why did you get a new glass every time you wanted water? Especially when you didn't drink it half the time. Everything is clearer in hindsight.  “Oh.” He sets the bags down on the coffee table, which is really the only clear surface in a 10 foot radius of him.  “I’m sorry.” You groan, slumping into the wall and scrubbing your face, “I’m so gross-”  “I didn’t say that...But let me ask again.”  He turns to you, “are you feeling alright?”  “Not really no..” You look down again and he starts to pick up some of the glasses.  “The sink isn’t any better..” You warn him, hugging your chest.  “Yeah I figured.” He turns to you, arms full of various aspects of your mess. “Don’t look so guilty. Come on.” He nods you towards your kitchen, you figure the least you can do is pick up a few spoons, bowls and glasses on your way in.  “You don’t have to clean up after my stupid mess I-”  “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He shakes his head, “you don’t feel good. I wish you’d said something sooner. I would have come when you asked.”  “Don’t feel bad.” You murmur, “I wasn’t ready anyways.”  “Come here.” He holds an arm out and you cringe, “I probably smell terrible I haven’t-”  “It’s okay. It’s all okay. I’m not holding any of this against you, no one is. Come on. Over here.” So you shuffle into his chest, eventually wrapping tired arms around his ribs.  “Does this help?” He’s rubbing long strokes up your back, his palm his firm against you every stroke pushing you a little closer. You just nod into his chest.  “Did something happen? Did someone upset you? Or are you just having a hard time right now?”  “I’m just having a hard time.” You reply, trying not to let your voice sound to wet or warbly. “Cry if you want to. If you need to. It’s okay. I won’t hold that against you either. Sometimes the best thing you can do is cry. I’ll be here for you while you do.” It’s not loud hiccup-y sobs, you aren’t bawling and sniffling. It sounds just as tired as the rest of you, it’s listless and exhausted and downright empty. It honestly hurt him to hear it a little. He’s been there too.  One hand holds the back of your head the other keeps running those lines up your back pressing between your shoulder blades.  “What do you think about taking a shower?” His fingers glide along the hem of your tee shirt, grazing your neck lightly. “It’s not that I don’t want to-”  “I know. Hey, I know.” He pulls you away and slicks your hair back, “but you’re neglecting your body right now. Even if you don’t mean to. Your skin and hair will be really thankful for a shower right now. How can I help you get there?”  He takes you to the bathroom and carefully undresses you going as far to turn the shower nob for you.  “Sit if you need to.” He reminds you, gathering your clothes off the ground, “I’m going to leave the door open so call me if there’s anything you can’t do, but I’ll come check on you in 10 minutes okay? Is there anything you don’t want me touching or cleaning without you? Is there anything that’s off limits?”  “No...it’s okay...I just feel bad you’ve been working and now-”  “Don’t feel bad. I’m not doing anything that you wouldn’t do for me. Take your shower, I’ll come back in a few minutes after I fold up the laundry out here. Try to stay focused.”  “Thank you.” You nod and squeezes your shoulder.  “You’re welcome. And thank you for trusting me.”  He helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel. In the time you’d spent in the shower he’d gotten most of your dishes into the dish washer and you could see your couch again.  “New sheets.” He kisses your temple, “you ready to go to sleep?”  You nod as he tosses a tee shirt to you.  “Tomorrow morning you’re gonna eat a good breakfast with me right?”  “I don’t really have much to cook with-” “We’ll make it work.” He leans back against the pillows, “don’t worry about it now. Right now just focus on getting some sleep, real genuinely restful sleep. Wake me up if you need me.” 

[donttouchmeimwriting]

Argo ch. 2

Friday the 13th - Friendship/Romance - Jason Voorhees/OC M/M ship

2084 words, 3rd person POV

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Meeting Lijah face to face threw off Jason's rhythm for the rest of the day, and for the entire day after. He had no idea what to do with himself. He could go home, but his mother would want progress by now and he did not want to try to explain how he let Lijah go when even he didn't know exactly why he did it. He could start planning the killings of the other counselors, but he couldn't focus long enough to think about that. His mind was stuck on Lijah, and he determined the only way to get unstuck was to see him again. He had to know why he wasn't afraid and treated him so kindly. There had to be some sort of motive.

Darkness fell over the camp that Friday night, and Jason patrolled the outskirts until every last fire went out and all noise had subsided. His blood was on fire, and he could not rest until his curiosity was sated. He quietly crept to the counselor cabins, searching for number five. Would Lijah be alone? Was this a good idea to come here at all? Jason berated himself internally for his interest in this person. This was stupid. Why was he here? He could easily just kill them all and return to his mother as usual. What was different this time?

There, a little distance from the other cabins, Jason saw a large number 5 painted on the side of the building. The lights were off, save for one room where the soft yellow glow spilled out into the woods where Jason stood. He steeled himself, prepared to fight if an ambush awaited him. Not quite ready, but ready enough, he approached the window and peered inside.

Lijah's bedroom was relatively tidy, minus the small heap of dirty clothes in one corner, and some posters with ragged edges and some tears that were taped to the walls. A dresser stood on the right side of the room next to the door, a small radio and some books resting atop it. Above the dresser hung a simple mirror, and it reflected Lijah's slim legs as he lay on the bed on the opposite end of the room. Jason turned his gaze to the left, seeing Lijah in a thin t-shirt and boxer briefs, reading a book on his bed. Was there ever a time he did not look so at peace?

Jason contemplated simply letting himself in, but he felt compelled to avoid scaring Lijah as long as he could. He sighed heavily and knocked on the window, hoping this wasn't the worst decision he could possibly make. Lijah gave a small start at the sound and turned to see who had made it. To Jason's surprise, Lijah's eyes lit up and he smiled as he set the book down and hopped off of the mattress. He lifted the window open and stepped aside for Jason to climb through.

"Hey!" Lijah greeted cheerfully, "I was hoping I'd get to see you again!"

Jason awkwardly clambered into the room, his size proving troublesome for the space provided by the window. He grunted as he heaved himself through, but he managed without Lijah's offered assistance. He closed the window behind him and turned back to Lijah, the closeness of the walls and ceiling emphasizing just how much of a height and width difference there was between them.

"Have a seat!" Lijah insisted, patting the bed, "Make yourself at home. I was just reading a few chapters to make myself tired enough to sleep, but I can stay up to hang out with you."

Jason sank into the mattress, watching Lijah the entire time. Was something wrong with him that he didn't perceive a threat from Jason? Or maybe he was just leading him on and tricking him into trusting him, and then he would turn against him later. Lijah stepped over to his dresser to retrieve one of the books. Jason saw that it was a spiral bound notebook with a pencil jammed in the binding. Lijah brought the notebook to the bed and climbed up to sit next to him, folding his legs underneath himself.

"I figured since you don't talk, this might help if you want to tell me something about yourself or ask me questions," Lijah explained, "Are you comfortable with writing?"

Jason shrugged. It had been a long time since he had written anything, not counting his own name in the dirt yesterday. He was able to read, but he wasn't confident in his spelling or handwriting. He accepted the notebook anyway, having some questions for Lijah that he could not express through body language.

"cant rite good. ELijah college?" he wrote, needing to spell the full name and crossing out the 'E' to get it right.

"Do I go to college?" Lijah checked, and upon Jason's nod, he elaborated, "Yup, I'm on break right now, but I'm going back in the fall for my senior year. I'm studying psychology and sociology. I'm hoping I can get into social work or therapy or something and help a lot of people."

Jason's frustration increased at this declaration. There was no way he was this good. There had to be some dark side to him somewhere.

"What about you?" Lijah asked, "Do you live around here? And, I don't mean to be rude, but how old are you?"

Jason nodded and returned to the notebook.

"live with Mother by camp. im 23."

"Oh, nice, you're only two years older than me!" Lijah commented, "Do you get along well with your mom?"

Jason nodded and pointed to Lijah as a means to ask him the same question.

"I don't live with my parents anymore," Lijah answered, his tone changing very slightly to hint at some discomfort, "They're good people, but I couldn't live in that environment anymore once I started college. I've pretty much been living either at school or at summer camps for the past few years, but I'm looking into apartments for myself so I can have a place to live after I graduate."

There was the lead. Something must have been wrong with Lijah's family life to force him out on his own, and the implication that he didn't have friends to stay with made the mystery all the more enticing. He remembered the female counselor from the day before who had asked to go with Lijah before he and Jason had met.

"frends?" Jason wrote, "girl frend?"

Lijah laughed, and Jason felt a shiver at the sound for some reason.

"I get along with everybody, but I don't really have any close friends," he said, "I haven't dated anyone for a while now either. I've been focusing on myself and getting through school, though also the people I tend to date are...not the best for me."

From what Jason had seen of Lijah from afar, he seemed like he had lots of friends and was close with many people, but now it seemed he was just as alone as Jason himself. He stared at Lijah for a moment, trying to figure him out. It was then that he noticed some tiny details about Lijah's face that he hadn't seen in the woods yesterday.

Lijah had freckles on his nose, and his eyelashes were long. His eyes were a greenish hazel, and crinkled at the corners when he smiled. His usually fluffy brown hair was somewhat damp looking, possibly from a recent shower. Jason couldn't explain it, but Lijah was rather pleasant to look at.

"So you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I'm a little curious," Lijah prompted, snapping Jason back to reality, "Why do you wear a hockey mask? Is it good for keeping bugs out of your face?"

Jason tensed. He didn't want Lijah to see his face under the mask. That would surely scare him and make him hate him like everyone else. Jason shook his head and tried to think of an excuse to write down, but all he could think of was,

"i like it."

Lijah nodded upon reading this.

"That's a good, solid reason for anything," he agreed, "I should start living by that a little more, honestly."

Jason relaxed at this, relieved that Lijah accepted that answer. He wasn't sure why, but he was beginning to want Lijah to like him. It was almost like when he was a child and wanted to be friends with the other kids at camp, but this felt different somehow. Lijah didn't have friends of his own either, so they would only have each other if this worked.

Jason did not even think about possibly killing Lijah at this point. He was far too invested in who he was as a person, as well as excited at the possibility of having a real friend, to remember what his mission was. Mother wasn't expecting him back until August. It should be fine.

"Alright, Jason, I'm gonna tell you something and I don't want you to get upset," Lijah began, scratching the back of his head, "But I figure if you wanted to, you could have easily killed me a few times by now, so I think I'm safe. I honestly thought you were gonna kill me yesterday in the woods - we've all heard the stories of the Killer of Crystal Lake or whatever; they warned me of the history of this place when I was hired - but I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and treat everyone the way I'd want to be treated. I figured if I died, I would die putting my best foot forward, and, wouldn't you know it, I did that literally."

Jason blinked. Was that really all he'd needed to not kill people? Someone being nice to him?

"For the record, and I'm sure you know this already, but I'm not scared of you now. People don't have to look a certain way to be good or bad. And, hey, if you helped me out and came to visit me like this, you can't be all bad, can you?"

Either Lijah was too naive for his own good or he was very good in the field he was studying. Perhaps both? Jason wasn't sure. He picked up the pencil again to write,

"can i see u more?"

Lijah read this and nodded.

"I'd love that!" he enthused, "Please, come see me this time of night any night you want. I've got lots of books to read, I've got food in the fridge, you can shower here if you want to...I'm the only one who uses this cabin, so really, I don't mind you being here and making yourself comfortable."

Jason wasn't an expert at body language or understanding people in general, but it was clear to him that Lijah desperately wanted a friend. He felt a twitch at the corners of his mouth, a small smile breaking through. Whatever this was between them, they both wanted it, needed it, and Jason looked forward to exploring an actual friendship with someone his own age. Maybe he could bring Lijah back to Mother and show her that there was someone special in the outside world, someone who cared about everyone.

It was a nice thought, but nice thoughts never lasted long.

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Jason and Lijah spent several hours that night getting to know each other. Jason could not believe how easy it was to communicate with him and even more so how easy it was to let his guard down. He found himself having fun, something he couldn't remember the last time it happened. Lijah did grow quite tired after midnight, however, so Jason excused himself through the window to allow Lijah to sleep.

He returned to his temporary campsite in the woods to get some rest as well, wanting to have plenty of energy tomorrow to spend more time with Lijah. He wondered if he had tried to approach the counselors he'd killed differently, if he had a more approachable mask and cleaned up the rest of his appearance, would he have been able to befriend them too? He doubted that notion the instant it materialized in his mind; those counselors weren't like Lijah and would have been afraid of him either way. Lijah was special...Jason could feel it deep within him. Just a few hours with him made Jason reconsider killing anyone this summer.

He hoped Mother would approve.

[love-amihan]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS // MIMI'S FAVES

amihan's note: this is just self-indulge i can't get enough of them 😭 i got this random idea wherein i showed my mom + friends the following pictures of my faves and what are their first impressions. i may also include some first meeting w/ my mom scenarios and more of what i think they will interpret them as. modern au of course, happy reading!

lil side note: my friend questioned me after sending all these pics, she was like "mimi u do realize these r lines" but ma'am u don't understand they r attractive lines!

info; aunt is what u call ur close friend's mother. mano is a sign of respect/greeting to elderly wherein you take their hand and bring it to your forehead i honestly don't know how to explain it

✨ jjk masterlist ✨

self insert, it's mimi x her faves!

-gojo satoru

mom said he reminds her of someone from slam dunk because of the art style, kinda brings back memories for her

most likely to be part of a cult

++ will invite u to join (i swear my friends r something)

yandere vibes

as i quote from my friend "cross my fingers, hope to die"

he will get along with my group of friends i swear

ngl, i'm 100% sure that gojo flirted with one of my friend before

gojo and mimi are gonna meet her group of friends for the first time, "shit" he curses under his breath, mimi turns her head to him and slightly tilted her head to the side "what?" gojo takes a deep breath before saying it in one breath "i may or may not have flirted with one of your friends before"

mimi was about to ask him to repeat again when she heard her friend "satoru?!" gojo gave a sheepish smile "heyyyy" he slowly distances himself with mimi afraid of her "oh let me guess, you're one of the victims?" mimi excitedly pipes in while laughing, her friend laughs along with her while shrugging "you think im surprised anymore you hoe?" mimi teased patting gojo's arm

he's the type to join in on our pamper night, i just see it clearly. also my mom tolerating his childishness

mimi and her mom are having one of their pamper night after having a long week, mimi was applying the mask on her face carefully while humming a tune. gojo who just got in their house saw the bond between the two "auntieee~ i want one too!" he whined while pointing at the masks.

"come here sato" mimi's mom coos at him, clearly babying the man. mimi crosses her arms finished with her mask looking at her so-called man with a smile adoring her lips "you know i wonder sometimes if i got myself a man or a child" gojo let out a dramatic gasp "auntie she's bullying me" mimi's mom played along and playfully glare at her, mimi giggles at this "also shut up you love me~" gojo added.

-okkotsu yuta

that guy who laughs at uncertain situations (if u only know what he's really like ✋)

class clown

softboi (yes he is ma'am!)

happy go lucky

lowkey yandere vibes

i feel like my friends already loves him because they were the one who introduced him

mimi and her friends are hanging out at their usual bench chatting away until one of them noticed the small group of guys passing by. "hey!" one of her friend shouted waving her hand before gesturing for them to come over.

they soon arrived where mimi and her friends are, a young boy with a sweet smile caught mimi's eyes. she gulps looking back to her friend who's introducing the group, "and he's yuta" she finishes with her arm around yuta her other hand giving his chest little pats. mimi nod to herself trying not to forget his name.

definitely met my mom before, helping her with her grocery or something. mom took a liking of him because he's kind and polite

yuta knocks on the door nervously chewing his bottom lip, mimi opened the door and smiles at him, the raven head returning it with shaky breath "come in" yuta politely comes in and to his surprise saw a familiar face "oh you're that sweet boy" mimi's mom exclaimed softly smiling as yuta gave his greeting taking her hand bringing it towards his forehead.

"you met before?" mimi chimes in looking at the two "i helped her carry her things since she's having some trouble" yuta explained his nervousness slowly fading away, mimi's mother turns to her daughter "i love him already! you're definitely marrying him" mimi's mother then welcomes yuta to their home with open arms "mom!" mimi shouted in embarrassment. yuta lets out a chuckle, relieved that he was welcomed right away.

-fushiguro megumi

cold type

major daddy vibes (all i can say is megumi's their type-)

cool aura

doesn't give a fuck type of guy

my friends probably heard of him because of me

mimi was walking around the campus together with a friend of hers, they were talking about usual school stuffs. sharing all the stress and pressure they're feeling having to be the leader of their own respective group.

mimi came to a stop when she noticed the quiet preserve guy who's walking towards the elevator hands on his pocket. after pushing the button, he cracks his neck side to side his hand soothing the crook of his neck. "let's go use the elevator" was all she said before dragging her friend.

the three walks inside the elevator without a word, mimi and her friend stayed behind as megumi stands in front of them pushing the button of his classroom's floor. mimi's friend can't help but snicker, mimi pinches her side telling her to stop.

megumi turns and gesture at the floor buttons "which floor?" his low voice making mimi's knees weak in the knees, mimi's friend was having fun seeing her friend malfunction in front of a hot guy. she giggles not wanting to embarrass her more than she did "oh we're in the same floor, it's all good"

mom likes him when i showed his pic! *cough* one of her fave *cough*

got nervous with meeting mom for the first time but soon relaxed with mom's calming and friendly nature, all in all mom still likes him

-inumaki toge

crazy type of guy

gives off the always sleeping guy

playful type

"oh wow its hot in here" seductively lowers his collars

daddy- (i- ma'am-)

bad boy!!

serious

mom said rock 'n roll but let's forget that

i'm gonna be honest, i feel like he's gonna be part of my friends, my "kapag tropa lang tropa lang rule" (basically translates to: if u're friend just stay as friends rule) will be broken just for him;

toge and mimi was known to be touchy with each other in their group of friends. toge trusts mimi more than the others, he shows this by doing simple things such as leaving his id with her if ever he goes somewhere or do something.

their friends mostly find them leaning in each other's shoulder whenever they are given a break or during their little talks. "you know i saw this new.." their friend started explaining, all of them listening. toge gets into a more comfortable spot leaning his head on mimi's shoulder busy with scrolling on his phone. once in a while showing mimi something funny or interesting.

mom will likely take time to warm up to him. toge will do his best to get on her good side, shows his charms. once he gets mom's approval there's no turning back. he gets treated like he was her own son.

toge smiles at mimi's mother sweetly, "what's your name?" as toge took her hand making mano with her (stop i dunno how to phrase it) "inumaki toge, auntie" mimi's mother let out a soft gasp, "the inumaki toge?" toge looks at the direction where mimi disappeared, a little confused by what's happening. he looks back at mimi's mother about to ask why she knows him.

"mimi won't stop talking about you!" mimi's mother informed as toge's mouth left agape, mimi who happen to get back at the right moment grumble "mom why did you tell him?!" she said through gritted teeth. mimi's mom have a sweet smile on her face faking a surprise.

"oh i wasn't suppose to? oops?" mimi grumbles more standing beside toge who now have a smug look on his face, "you talk about me huh?" he began, mimi gave him a playful shove "shut up."

-ryomen sukuna

DADDY!!

most likely to kill me

intimidating

unique looking

mom really likes him!

thinks his tattoos and aura is cool

if my friends saw a picture of him they will immediately question me

he's a snitch, i hate his snitch ass ugh

mimi's mom did not like sukuna from the picture at all, she doesn't have any problem with people who have tattoo but he got it all over him. we can say that mimi's mom is kinda looking out for the both of them because their relatives are just too traditional and doesn't like the looks of tattoos.

however, sukuna soon got her approval! how you ask? well the mf snitched without knowing. sukuna nudges mimi's side lightly, trying to start conversation "how's the piercing?" mimi's eyes widen looking at sukuna hissing, "kuna no!" mimi whisper yell at him. mimi then felt her mother's glare, "is that why you've been wearing your hair down often?"

sukuna got confused then looks at mimi's mom "care to explain?" he took this as a chance to get on her good side "yeah mimi, care to explain?" mimi looks at her significant other not believing what's happening, mimi looks back and forth between the two 'this mf a snitch' mimi thought.

mimi then explained herself blaming sukuna since he's the one who pushed to get her cartilage piercing "don't blame sukuna, you should have told me" mom defended him, mimi gasp as she looks at sukuna who's smirking at her with the 'i won' face that mimi wanna punch off his face.

a lil bg; i already told my mom b4 that i want cartilage piercing but then she got wary with the news of someone got in a coma after getting it so in the end sadly, she only allowed me to get the lobe piercings.

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[tlanwen]

Every time wenzhou should have (or could have) kissed in the entirety of Word of Honor (2021)

a few disclaimers- 1; MEGA spoilers for the whole entire show. yes, all the way up to episode 36. 2; we have gotten so so many sweet moments in this drama and there is no doubt in my mind that the production crew did their absolute damnedest to give us a genuine love story with all the constraints that were set on them. they did a fucking incredible job and the lengths they went to to embody wenzhou’s love and bond on screen is commendable to say the least. and i owe them my life. However i just think said sweet scenes just scream ok now kiss at very specific moments, and i need to get it out of my system. Long ass fucking post under cut!

are you strapped in. ok let’s go

The rooftop scene (Episode 9)

earlier in this ep we get the legendary “the world isn’t important, what’s important is finding your soulmate” monologue, perfect setup leading up to their rooftop drinking date. the “why won’t you ask me why i’m happy?”// “i know you’ll tell me, in your own time” exchange??? a killer. a kiss would fit in perfectly, ideally right after zzs shushes wkx (and wkx shuts his mouth. for once). quite literally this moment is Made for a first kiss.

“You look like a worried mother“ // drinking by the road (Episode 12)

man, this episode. I can’t decide which moment is more suitable (and both happen in busy streets so that rains a little on our emotional parade), but at this point we’ve got acknowledgement on both sides that they’re willing to accept each other as the people they truly are, and they’ve rescued their surrogate son from impending doom twice. but i am leaning towards the latter scene, esp bc of the way zzs leans into wkx while they’re talking. he hasn’t done that much up until now. kiss kiss.

Talking about disguises & mustaches (and getting on one’s knees?¿) (Episode 13)

this scene is so fucking sugary and light, they’re just teasing back and forth (zzs! teasing wkx! that’s new!). we also get the severely cute “wait, did you just admit that my face is outstanding?” line. just kiss already.

Rain divorce (Episode 14)

angst? did someone say, pain? if this were a regular boring romance flick, this is were the tragedy-ridden kiss would go. wkx is watching the future he planned for both of them crumble right in front of him, trying to come to terms with the fact that zzs is dying (and that he did it to himself, on purpose.), and zzs is just kind of going thru it. the rain really would add to the drama of it all, like Right after the “fortunately, fortunately...” line. punctuate it with a kiss. would also add to the irony of wkx saying he hasn’t fallen yet, and yet here he is, a mess, bc of this information he wasn’t ready to receive (thanks ye baiyi).

3rd child rescue and cave chats (Episode 16)

we’ve had the angst, we have the begrudging /i’m mad at you and i love you but i dont like you right now/ moments, and in comes more rain and wkx monologuing. zzs saying that wkx isn’t evil and that he has a kind heart is exactly what he needed to hear. and i just think he should’ve finished it with a kiss <3

Drunk mess wkx (Episode 17)

why is this man allowed to drink. this is all so much take your fucking pick. after the “my lips are the perfect size, right A-xu?” comment, the ”does it hurt?” coupled with wkx’s hand reaching out to zzs’ chest. the “i’m just scared. could you not die on me?”?? zzs tucking in a very drunk and sad man and saying “one day you’ll open up your heart to me, until i achieve it even god can’t tear me away from you” just............. pick a line any line. 

Tumbling out of the cave under Longyuan Cabinet (Episode 18)

specifically in that birds-eye shot where it slowly pans over to their disheveled faces after the romcom-esque tumbling out of the tunnel (that was framed oh so romantically in the episode trailer. complete with romantic music). like are you Kidding me. 

((i’m skipping ep 19-21. i think some people would say at any point during the cave scenes/the shidi/shixiong reveal would also be fair game, but in my opinion it’s far too much of an emotionally volatile situation so i can’t see any kiss potential. the hand holding and comforting was much appreciated tho))

Wkx sneaking up on his deep-in-thoughts husband (Episode 22)

secluded lake? check. all alone? check. gentle smiles in a tense moment? we got a bingo. at this point zzs knows who wkx actually is And respects his decision to go by his own chosen name as a separate entity from the healer sect he came from (for his own personal, maybe misguided reasons). and i just think that *screams*

Waking up from the stress induced sleep (thru the power of hand holding?) (Episode 23)

this whole thing was so much, and the way the scene is framed to look like it was zzs’ touch that literally woke up wkx, And the way he looks at him after he wakes up. yea. kiss methinks.

Literally the entirety of the night time venting/healing/spilling ur guts out scene (Episode 24)

Ok i’m about to contradict myself here, i said im not going over ep 19-21 because Volatile Emotions, and this scene is also very viscerally emotional and intense but oh my God the intimacy! the openness! i had to look away multiple times during this scene bc it really seems like a private moment we shouldn’t be privy to. i cannot in good conscience say that, had wkx not kind of stormed out at the very end, a kiss would be guaranteed. whether to soothe zzs after so much crying or whatever other reason.

Painting restoration (also episode 24)

wkx’s second love language is acts of service and this episode is all the evidence i need to make that statement. we do get a very cute heartfelt family hug in here and wow cute but im sorry i cannot let go of the fact that there should have been a kiss here. i really hate inserting photos in textposts but i have to bc i need everyone to understand how much zzs looks like he wants to devour wkx whole after he realizes what he’s doing

look at it. he’s down bad.

More drinking! yay! (Episode 25)

just soulmates drinking and talking in the hush of night after their kid has been put to bed. always a great way to start an episode. they’ve settled into 4 seasons manor at this point and it doesn’t look like they’re going anywhere, they just look so comfortable in these shots. if u dropped a quick peck on the cheek in there i wouldn’t blink twice.

Narrow escape from dying with (and for) each other, courtesy of ye baiyi (Episode 27)

at this point most secrets are out of the bag, they see each other fully and were about to be killed 4 seconds ago. we’ve got the perfect setup, zzs already grabbed wkx by the face, the only thing between them and a kiss was the looming threat of sepsis.

speaking of episode 27, The spice grinding scene (have i mentioned i fucking love episode 27)

just two soulmates grinding spices at night. this scene is so lighthearted and cute, after a whole episode of emotional turmoil and cementing how emotionally vulnerable they're willing to be/how dedicated they are to respecting each others’ boundaries while still supporting each other, a kiss would fit in for sure.

Literally any point in the new years celebration (Episode 28)

waaAAAAA family decorating, bickering, and dinners. if i was writing it in i would put it right after chengling runs off to watch the fireworks, leaving wenzhou alone with each other. but anything goes really, they’re in their element all episode.

Knight in shining (red) armor rescue (Episode 30)

first of all- fuck prince jin, second of all, THIS SCENE ARE YOU KIDDING ME. literally the damsel in distress getting rescued. complete with a horseback ride! and wkx kneeling in front of zzs and acknowledging him as his master (and therefore himself as part of the sect again!!!!). so many emotions. i dont even care if they’re in front of all their new disciples. a romantic kiss is necessary. it would be so easy for zzs to take the hand he’s patting wkx with and use it to drag him up into a kiss.

Hairpin scene (Episode 30)

i’m not even gonna say anything. these bitches engaged on screen. good for them

“Save it, you“ (Episode 32)

god. just god. zzs gently floating down to wkx, thinking he’s gonna throw his life away in anger Again and getting so very in his face. and saying That. with That smile. what else is an option. there is no other option. just kiss.

“Senior, please let me handle this“ (Episode 33)

i am willingly ignoring how fucking painful this scene is if you think about it for longer than 3 seconds. wkx isn’t dead! and the asshole forgot to tell his beloved to not do anything stupid while he was away! oopsie! zzs is a)very mad, b)very relieved, c)is about to experience a lifetime’s worth of regret in about 3 minutes. but first thing’s first, the love of his life isn’t dead. that deserves a kiss.

Drunk wkx 2: painful boogaloo (Episode 34)

these episodes are so painful to re-watch lol. wkx clinging to zzs’ waist and talking about how easy it is to be a good happy person when he’s around him. they probably couldn’t manage a proper kiss between the alcohol in wkx and the Pain in zzs, but a gentle forehead kiss would fit in well while zzs is softly petting wkx’s head (still resting on his chest. that’s an important detail).

Wedding aftermath (Episode 35)

i’m so distraught. anyways. you can’t tell me zzs was going to sulk away to die alone like some sort of tragic housecat while wkx is recuperating after the battle (and after losing the second most important person in his life) without a kiss. not without giving him the gentlest of forehead kisses.

Literally at any point in episode 36

i’m watching this tomorrow but i don’t need to. i don’t care. we know what happens. we know how it ends. if you’re about to give up your life to keep your soulmate alive you best preface it with the kiss of a lifetime.

[sincerlypadfoot]

Strapped Down (1)

Word Count - 1318

London was cold, a war was ahead of us. The water ran threw my fingers as I lowered myself with my broom to touch the water, Harry Potter awaited our arrival.

“Everyone get ready, we’re here!” Mad eye called out flying to the ground. 4 Privet Drive we all stood infront of. “Let's go,” Mad eye called out walking to the door, Harry Potter came out and wrapped his arms around one of the many ginger boys who stood along us.

“What's with the long face Layla?” Remus Lupin asked standing beside me. “We’re doing good you know, James and Sirius would be proud of us right now,” He whispred wrapping his arm around me.

“Don’t talk about James or Sirius around me,” I muttered moving his arm and walking into the house. “Never,” I muttered leaning against a wall as everyone formed into the living room.

“I’m sure your all familiar with this,” Mad eye said holding a bottle of polyjuice, Hermione walking to Harry and took a piece of his hair and dropped it into the bottle, I looked away to my feet unamused.

“No one is dying for me!” Harry shouted. “No way,” He muttered looking around the room, I gave him a quick glance and tor my eyes away before my eyes could tear up.

“Everyone is of age but you, we have a safe place for you, you have no say in this Harry,” Mad eye said making me chuckle to myself. “It taste like goblin piss,” He said handing the bottle to a freaked ginger haired twin, George Weasley. “Everyone will be paired, change into those clothes,” Mad eye growled pointing to a pile of clothes in the middle of the room. “No one rides alone and don’t think to stop if one of us dies understand,” He stated looking angry.

“Hey,” George Weasley said walking up to me, when he was himself he was taller than me, way taller but since he was Harry he was a bit shorter then me. “Partner,” He chuckled walking outside.

“Try not to get killed please,” I mumbled getting onto my broom, George got on behind me and wrapped his arms around sending shivers down my spine. “I really don’t feel like explaining to your family im the reason your dead, i’ve already had to do it twice,” I whispred taking off into the sky.

“Your names Layla right?” George yelled out into my ear. “My names George Weasley, i’ve never seen you before, only at the meeting around Sirius, always around him,” He yelled making my clench my fists.

“Don’t talk about SIrius please,” I yelled back focusing on what was infront of me. “Shit!’ I screamed pulling George and I away from death eaters that were coming towards us. “George don’t die please!” I yelled again taking my wand and shooting the best I can. 

“Watch it!” George called out, my wand flew out of my hand and fell below leaving me shocked as a Severus Snape flew right towards us. He was quickly throw out of the sky followed by a spell hitting George. “I just saved your life,” George whispred leaning on my back.

“Are you okay?!” I screamed moving my broom faster. “George Weasley!” I screamed turning my head the best I could.

“I don’t think I have a ear,” He whispred making me feel sick. “Look we’re here,” He said pointing to the clearing, I leaned forward darting myself faster into the clearing.

“I need help!” I screamed landing on the ground. “Someone help!” I screamed again grabbing George and leaning half of him on me. “Remus!” I screamed dragging George into the house. Remus and Tonk came flying out towards the two of us.

“Take him!” Remus said to Tonk relieving him from my shoulder and pointing his wand at my face. “What was the first thing I said to you when we first met?” He asked consistanding keeping his wand at my face.

“Sirius tripped me and you helped me, you said I think we’re all gonna be great friends,” I muttered walking right passed him, I walked into the house and straight to George. “Is he gonna be okay?” I asked bending down beside Fred.

“You have emotions,” George coughed out making Fred chuckle. “I told you she had feelings Freddy,” He whispred making me role my eyes. 

I shook my head and stood up to face the others. “Someone ratted us out, who was it?” I asked clenched my jaw, then it hit me, Severus Snape was the one who did this. 

“Severus, it had to be, he knew everything and he wasn’t here with us, that's who we assumed did it,” Kingsley said crossing his arms. “Everyone back,” he said looking outside, Harry and Hagrid quickly came inside followed by Hermione and Ron. 

“Mad eye is dead,” Bill Weasley muttered walking into the house beside his fiance Fleur. “George,” He whispred walking up to his brother.

“Come on, i’ll make everyone some food, you all get comfortable and find a place to sleep,” Molly said walking out of the room, followed by all her children but George and her husband Arthur. Everyone else scattered away leaving George and I alone.

“This is my fault, i’m sorry,” I apologized walking over to George who was laying on his side with a towel over his ear.

“Sorry I can’t hear you,” He joked pointing to his ear, I rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor beside him. “Don’t bring yourself down over it, i’m alive,” He said grabbing my hand. “Tell me about yourself,” He chuckled making me smile.

“I’m not playing this game with you,” I whispred kissing the top of his head. “I’ll bring you something to eat, don’t move,” I joked back making him grab my hand. 

“Just stay with me Layla, relax,” George said serious. “You need to let loose, and I don’t wanna be alone,” 

“Fine,” I signed walking back over to the couch and sitting on the floor. “What would you like to know about me George Weasley?” I asked holding onto his hand still.

“Nothing, I just want you to stay with me,” George chuckled making me smile. “You have a nice smile you know,” He said smiling at me.

“Supper's ready, would you like me to grab you a plate?” Remus asked standing behind the couch. “I don’t mind,” He added. 

“No I can grab it, i’ll be right back,” I said to George letting go of his hand. “Don’t miss me so much well i’m gone,” I joked walking away with Remus. “He’s doing good, in a bit of pain but some food will help,” I said to him.

“Here you go darling,” Molly said handing me a plate. “Could you bring this one to George for me,” She asked handing me another plate.

“I will,” I said with a smile and taking it, I looked around the room, everyone was sitting at the table eater, some still bleeding and some laughing, I quickly left the room before someone started a conversation with me. “You alive?” I asked walking around the couch, George was now sitting up with his towel wrapped around his wound.

“Oh Spaghetti, my favorite,” George patted the empty space beside him. “Thank you.” He said as I handed him his plate and sat down.

“Should you be sitting up?” I asked looking at George unforgettable. “Let me help you,” I offered placing my plate on the table and leaning over to George. I wrapped the towel better around him and used my wand to keep it strapped to he could eat without being worried.

“It doesn’t hurt you know,” George mumbled as I moved his hair out of the way and moved back to my spot. “Layla,” He said catching my attention. “Eat your food, we have a long day tomorrow,”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

drunk chris continuation?💕

A/N- Heres Part 2! Hangover cure! 

Part 1

You disappeared into the kitchen to make the hangover cure, grabbing a bottle of champagne, and orange juice from the fridge, making mimosas to relieve Chris’s headache. You knew he was a beer man, but this was vitamin C boost. Whatever, that what you were claiming was the cure. You also dug into the fridge and dug out stuff to make blueberry pancakes. What was mimosas without fluffy pancakes to go with it. Flipping on your playlist, and plugging your phone into the kitchen outlet, you got started with the tunes of Billy Joel playing in the background.

Chris made his way to the shower, once he got the water running, he figured a couple tablets would help with the throbbing behind his eyes. Opening the medicine cabinet, he shook the bottle and popped the meds, palming his hand under the facet to collect a swallow of water. Dipping his head back to ease them back. Oh that better kick in soon he thought, while his hand dipped into the stream of water and finding it satisfactory, he shed off his clothes, tossing his wallet and phone up on the counter and got in. Giving a sigh at just how good the hot water felt falling down his back and turning into it fully to drench himself and soap up, already feeling better.

Afterwards he dried off and slipped on a loose pair of sweats and nothing else, since today was just a lazy day. Going into the kitchen, he caught you bouncing happily to the soft tone of Joel, sipping on what looked like bubbly orange juice from one of the flute glasses you kept for special occasions. His stomach rumbled, and he was surprised to find that yea, he was hungry. Hands sliding along your bare hips, lifting his shirt up enough for him to palm your ass while you flip two pancakes. “Feeling yourself again?” You tip your head over your shoulder and give him a quick kiss while waiting for them to cook through.

“Much better, I took a couple tablets and they helped. Is there anything I can do to help?” His hands were still on your bare ass cheeks, fondling them, making them clench under his touch. “Nope, one of those flutes are yours, and we will have breakfast out on the deck? Its not to bad out, but your gonna want your sunglasses. I will be out in a minute.” You scooped out the pancakes and onto a plate with the others you already made. Chris gave one last squeeze and a light tap that made you jump in place while he nipped your neck.

“Your an animal” You hiss at him joking while he went to grab stuff from the fridge to accompany the breakfast you made, along with silverware and plates. “Theres no denying that baby, I love everything about you, you expect me to keep my hands entirely to myself when your bare ass in the kitchen?” He wiggled his brows and whistled to Dodger, who happily followed him out onto the deck, setting up the table, he was quick to go back inside and grab his sunglasses, perching them on his face.

“No, thats the whole point. Although we sitting out on the patio, Im gonna need something to cover my bare bottom.” You claim when he returned to you to grab your plate of pancakes, letting his hand wander one last time for a firm squeeze, pecking your lips playfully. “Fine, I can understand that.” He relented and took the plate from your hand. You pat his chest and give him a light push to go back out.

“Your insatiable, go out, I will be there in a minute.” you laugh, and retreat to put on some boy shorts, slipping them on with a hop while you continue down the hallway, collecting your mimosa and the ingredients to continue making more. When you step onto the concrete of the patio, your toes flex underneath the warmth already building in the late morning. Setting it all down on the glass top, you perch in your seat, shading your eyes to see Dodger on the other side of the pool and stretched out in the shade.

Chris is sitting next to you, scrolling through his phone, and obviously reading over the messages you two shared last night, groaning softly and you grin while collecting a couple still warm pancakes, pulling of a bite to pop in your mouth. “What? wishing they took away your phone last night?” you ponder, leaning over to look at what hes reading. “They should have. It wasnt just you that got random ass messages. Mom, Carly, Shanna. “ he continued scrolling, and flipped it so your could see. “Even a joint message to Anthony and Seb.” You collect his phone to read through it and laugh at his rambles, which both men responded with Wtf man, go to bed from Seb, and Anthony, well he egged him on.

You talk to all your friends this way? Your girl gonna get jealous.We knew you loved us man.

“Its your job to take it away before I go out” Chris informed you when you handed it back over and went back to your pancakes, drizzling syrup over them. “Oh no, what if you need to give me a call, ask me to marry you again? Be sure you tell Anthony Im willing to share, im not a jealous girlfriend.” You smirk, and Chris glares over his sunglasses at you, making you lean over and put a playful kiss on his pouting lips. “You love me and you know it Evans.”

“Yea I do, still your job to take away my phone next time.” He finally took a pancake and ripped it in tiny pieces and nibbling on a piece. You were about to retort when you heard someones voice behind you, and half turning in your chair, you saw Scott wandering into the kitchen. Waving your hand to catch his attention. “Were out here, grab a glass and I will make you a my morning hangover cure.”

Scott grabbed a flute glass and came out, immediately dropping his sunglasses on his face with a groan. “Suns a bitch, shining so bright so early in the morning.” He walked past the two of you and dropped a greasy mcdonalds bag in Chris’s lap. “I figured you might want to try that.

“Its 11 am Scott...” You retort as you take another bite of your pancakes. “And I made breakfast.”

Chris is digging out a sausage biscuit and Scott hands over his flute glass, which you start to put one together for him. “And your pancakes are delicious Y/N, but we need hangover breakfeast, greasy fast food will soak up that last bit of alchohol. We are pros at this, been at it since 16. Blame Chris, he corrupted me way back then.” You roll your eyes and smirk when handing it back over, which he sipped off the top.

“You know what Im not surprised. Under that nice sweet man exterior of his, I knew theres a corrupted side.” you smirk at your man, winking.

Hes unwrapping the biscuit, sharing bites of the biscuit with Dodger whos sitting near him with his head in his lap. “If I remember correctly, I wasnt the one who insisted I went out.” He arched a brow, who in turn Scott pointed right at you.

The traitor.

“Excuse me, it was YOUR girlfriend and contacted me saying you need a drunk night out with your friends. I delivered.” Scott informed Chris, and your acting all innocent, whistling and looking around, suddenly the other side of the pool looks really interesting. In your weak attempt to change the subject. “Chris wouldnt some bird feeders look awful nice over there, something for Dodger to watch.”

Taking a bit bite of his biscuit, Chris snorted after he swallowed. “I KNEW IT WAS YOU.” Exaggerating his words, you look over slyly and shake your head in denial. “Oh I dont know what your talking about Chris.” In a semi aggressive whisper across the table, fake covering your mouth to exaggerate it “Scott how could you throw me under the bus?! were no longer best friends.”

Scott laughs and tosses back the last of his drink. “That is until you need someone to come over and hang out cause your bored.”

“Okay, well until then, your dead to me.”

“Deal Sweetheart, okay gonna go check on the others. Since you know, not a one of us left sober except for Mikey. Check on you two love birds later.”

As Scott left, Chris tossed the last bite to Dodger and you pushed away your plate, moving to a stand and coming around to sit on Chris’s lap, brushing your hand through his hand while he circled his arms around your waist and pressed his face in your chest, making your laugh. “Your not to upset I called in your friends, you really did need a night out Handsome.”

“Mmmph mmph mmoh” He mutters and you ease his head up, chuckling. “What?” your brow arches in question.

“Hell no, it was needed, but... “ His arm tightened around your waist and moved to a stand, not letting you go, your arm loped around his neck to balance while he braced his arm under your knees. “It was tricky and you didnt take away my phone.” Chris went around the table and started to the pool. As soon as you realized his intent and started to wriggle to try to get loose. “Dont you dare Chris... Chris! CHRISTOPHER DONT YOU DARE!”

But he did dare, and you went splashing into the pool, you shot back up sputtering when he to jumped in next to you, you swam over to where he would pop up, and shoved him back under. His hand snaked up to your boy shorts, pulling them off, leaving you squealing, and he shot up in front of you. Pushing your hands against his chest to push away from him, trying to escape, he dove after you, leaving you laughing and twisting away, till you came up behind him, yanking his own pants down, blowing water in his face when he turned around.

“Get your ass over here baby.” He growled and you shook your head, pushing the hair from your face and staying just out of his reach as you two circled around the pool till he ended up catching you right at the edge, and your legs wrapped around his waist, nipping at his lips playfully.

“Oops look like you caught me!” You grinned at him and he grinned back, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you back deeply. “My plan all along, wear you out and then I get to do what I want with you.”

Which he did, making you orgasm twice pressed between the pool wall and him, you two finally got out, and went to take a “quick” shower, the water going cold on you two, but at least the chlorine was washed off. Instead of really redressing, you slip on black panties and tank top, going out to pick up the patio table, and he follows you out to help, catching sight of your hips. “Oh shit baby, does that hurt?” He frowned and slid a hand over your hip. Frowning you look down, and chuckle.

His fingers must have gripped you pretty hard in the pool, as they fit exactly where he liked to grasp to get the most leverage in his thrusts. “Chris baby, I didnt even know they were there.” You purr as your arm loped around his neck and you nuzzled his neck. “So dont worry about it, It doesnt hurt at all.”

He looks doubtful, and you feathered kisses against his neck. “Promise, but you can make it up to me.” You grin and go back inside, which he followed you and the two of you worked on putting stuff away. “What is that Babygirl?”

“You can watch your video you sent me together so I can see you squirm and love me one more time in bed?”

He seemed to ponder that, and as you bent over the washing maching, his palm squeezed over your ass, making you arch.

“Deal baby, get that cute ass in bed with your phone.”

After dissecting the video in the most hilarious moments, you were laughing so hard tears were streaming down your face, awwing about how sweet he was, Chris took over and proved his words about how much he loved you in the best way possible, leaving you crying his name over and over. Did Chris end up unwinding? Most definitely. It was probably the best day hes had in a while.

Your plan worked like a charm.

[writingwithciara]

It’s You ~Pope Heyward~

summary: y/n just got out of a long relationship with rafe, believe it or not. pope, who has had a crush on her for the longest time, is the first one to find her and comfort her

word count: 1.3k+

pairing: pope x reader, mentions of rafe x reader

warnings: none at the moment

a/n: based off the song It’s You by Ali Gatie my baby pope doesn’t get a whole lot of love & that makes me sad because he deserves all the love in the world.

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When y/n first started dating Rafe, life was great. He was sweet and did everything a good boyfriend should do. 

About 6 months in, things started to change. Rafe’s behavior was off but y/n chose to ignore it, which was a bad idea in the end.

After 17 months, y/n found out that Rafe was doing coke and their relationship ended. As relieved as the decision made her, y/n couldn’t help but feel broken.

She had to fake it around her friends. They believed she was still in a relationship with the kook. So, on the eve of what would’ve been y/n & Rafe’s 2 year anniversary, the pogues decided to throw one of their infamous parties at the Boneyard.

“Look at you. You look so beautiful.” Kiara smiled as y/n approached her. They hugged and looked at the boys.

“JJ, it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” the girl smiled as she pulled the blonde in for a hug.

“That’s because you haven’t” he chuckled. It was true. To continue with her plan on getting her friends to believe she had still been dating Rafe, she had to spend less time with them and more with ‘Rafe’. It killed her to be away from the people she loved.

“I know. And I’m sorry.” she smiled and looked at the two boys. “Hey, where’s Pope?”

“He’s been trying to get his dad to let him bring some food for us to cook.” John B laughed at the thought of Pope begging his dad. 

“Well, when he finally shows up, can you tell him to come find me? I have something important to tell him.” y/n smiled and walked away.

“Do you think she’s gonna tell him she’s been secretly crushing on him?” JJ wondered out loud, earning weird looks from both of his friends.

“If she was in love with him, then why would she have spent the last 2 years with the biggest asshole on the island?” John B questioned.

“Uh...guys, I‘m not so sure they’re together anymore.” Kiara sighed and pointed to where the Kooks arrived. Topper and Kelce led the pack while Rafe fell behind to walk with some random girl. He had his arm around the girl and they were laughing. 

“If I find out he cheated on her, I’ll kill him.” JJ was incredibly protective of his friends and he saw y/n as a sister so he was extremely protective of her.

“I’m not sure that’s the case, here.” John B looked to where y/n had disappeared to. She was dancing so care-free and she had yet to notice Rafe arrive. “I’ll be right back.” he walked towards her, just as Pope approached Kiara and JJ.

“Hey guys. What did I miss?”

“Rafe showed up with another girl and y/n is acting a little weird about it.” Kiara informed him as she watched John B talk to the girl.Y/n shook her head and looked over to where John B pointed. When she saw Rafe, it looked like her whole demeanor changed.

“I gotta go.” she informed her friend before taking off down the beach. John B came back over to his friends and shook his head. 

“She seemed upset so I don’t think they were already broken up. However, it seems as if a new opportunity has opened up for our dear friend, Pope, to make his move.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Pope shrugged off the idea of telling y/n how he felt. Based on her past dating record, there was no chance she’d like him back. “I don’t like her.”

“Oh please. That’s a load of crap and you know it.” JJ laughed at his best friends denial.

“Okay fine. I like her. But will she ever like me back? Probably not, considering her standards are everything Rafe Cameron is and everything I am not.”

“You’re so much better than Rafe Cameron and you know it. Y/n loves you just as much as you love her, even though she’s been blind for the past 2 years.”

“Yeah, now go and find her. I think she needs some company right now.”John B gave him a pat on the back and he took off in the direction he saw y/n go.

Y/n was sitting at the end of the dock at her house, not far from the Boneyard. Next to her, there was a pile of rocks she collected on her walk home & she was currently skipping them to pass the time. Her parents weren’t expecting her home for a few more hours so it would be weird for her to go home now.

“Fancy running into you here.” Pope chuckled as he sat against the post opposite her. She looked at him weirdly.

“This is my family’s dock, Pope.” she laughed along with her best friend. “What brings you here?”

“I saw you run off and I wanted to check on you, see if you were okay.”

“Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Your boyfriend showed up to the party with another girl.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, it’s upsetting.”

“Alright, what’s going on?” he asked her. 

“Rafe and I actually broke up...”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“7 months ago.” she finished with an embarrassing look. By now, she was sitting with her back against a post and her knees up to her chest as she conversed with Pope. His eyes widened at her revelation. “Before you ask, the only reason I didn’t tell anyone, is because I didn’t want the sympathy and the ‘I told you so’ conversations that I know are coming.”

“Well, you can breathe again because you ain’t getting an ‘I told you so’ from me. Instead, you’re getting something different. Something much more ‘Pope’ I guess.” he smiled. “I don’t know what that boy did to get you to dump him but damn, he’s an idiot.”

“Thanks, Pope.” she smiled and scooted over to him. “You’re different & I like that.” she looked at him and put her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, pulled her into a side hug, and smiled.

Different. To him, that word used to be a bad thing, but coming from her, it made him happy. 

"Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Pope.” she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She never noticed it before but his eyes had a beautiful sparkle in the setting sunlight. 

“This is gonna sound weird, considering you dated Rafe and your standards are probably way too high. So I don’t even know why I’m even gonna try.”

“Pope, it’s okay. You can tell me, you know that.”

“True, true.” he took a deep breath and looked at her. “Okay, so for the longest time, I’ve had this gigantic crush on you and the day I was all set to tell you, you announced that you were dating Rafe. It’s been 2 years of me sitting in the sidelines and now that I finally told you, I can prepare myself to be let down easy. I know you don’t like me that way, considering your standards and how Rafe is everything I’m not. I just-” 

Y/n stopped him with a quick, but effective, kiss. When they pulled apart, she giggled.

“Rafe may be everything you’re not, but that’s a good thing. He’s an inconsiderate, self-centered asshole who doesn’t care about anyone but himself. You’re Pope. You’re kind, thoughtful, caring, smart, good looking, protective. You may not be what Rafe is, but really, who would want to be. If I could go back in time, I’d stop myself from falling for him. Instead, I’d go for the one who has probably had my heart longer than anyone I’ve known. And that boy is you, Pope Heyward.” she smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n.” he was relieved that she felt the same way. Pope never had much luck with the ladies but he didn’t care. The one he’d always wanted, was the one he got and in his eyes, he was the luckiest man alive.

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[writinginthesparetime]

Tic toc - one shot

pairing: Ot9; idol!Sehun x staff!y/n

Tags: workplace ; y/n being in a relationship ; Sehun has a little crush

genre: fluff; little angst; super fluff

A/n: I recently fell for Exo. Needed to write something about my bias eheh

Btw happy comeback! And happy holidays!

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Silently, I went inside the dance practice room knowing the manager was inside to fill some papers with the staff.

It was already a month I got hired here as a make-up artist: it was my first job after finishing school, i was ready to learn, fresh, but being the youngest in the whole building wasn’t helping. The closest in age to me were the exo members their self. This ended up being awkward at the beginning, then lead to growing weird friendship. Well, kinda a relationship. It’s still me, who at the end of the day has to take off their makeup while they’re already napping on the chair.

I closed the door behind me and in that moment they started practising Tempo’s choreography. I got frightened by the sudden music and I squeaked. I quickly realised some of the guys where smiling at me through the mirror.

“Shit.” My cheeks turned red already.

“Y/n? Do you need something?” The manager approached me while holding some filers.

“Yes sunbae.” I bowed a little. “This is the list of next orders we need for our warehouse.” I gave him, with both of my hands, an envelope that he quickly took.

“Thank you y/n, kind as always.”

“You’re welcome.” I smiled shyly. He then asked me to follow him through the room until we reached all the staff members.

My gaze dropped to the clock on the wall: I had 15 minutes to reach the restaurant and meet my boyfriend. If I managed to leave in a couple of minutes and run to take the metro, I’d arrive just in time.

I cursed myself for being too slow changing into the little tight red dress. I also re did my make-up, maybe an unnecessary step. Now I was wearing high fancy boots that marked every step and a long coat, ready to fly outside the building into the cold night of Seoul.

“Y/n I need a favour.”

“Sure.”

“Could you shoot the guys while dancing? Just a few song, nothing much.”

“Oh ... Sunbae, it’s not like I don’t want to, but I have an appointment after work. Is there anyone more qualified to do this?”

“Y/n don’t worry, they’ll be quick. You can do this, just sit still. Take this.” He gave me a camera definitely too heavy for me to hold. Music suddenly stopped and the boys were reaching water bottles to drink. I could see how tired they were.

“It will take just 5 minutes, we’ll be back soon.” The manager left with all the staff members leaving me and a sound technician behind.

“Y/n-noona! You came to see us dancing!” Kai run to me spilling some water.

“Not really.” We hugged for a little. Kai loved to call me noona whenever he felt sweet. No matter I was the youngest in the room.

“I got stuck at work, I should be outside already.”

“Stuck mmh?” Chanyeol came closer.

“I have a date tonight, do you think you can do this in one take?”

He winked at me and turned to the middle of the room. “Ya! Our y/n-nie got plans for the night! Let’s do this!”

I took off my coat leaving it on the table while sunbae was setting the camera.

I took it and quickly moved in front of the mirror wall, sitting exactly in the middle, shoulders pressed to the mirror. I crossed my legs carefully and adjusted the skirt.

I looked up and realised many eyes were on me.

“Y/n-noona, who is the lucky one?” Kai winked. Baek whistled.

“Y/n have mercy, someone here won’t sleep tonight.” Chen laughed, Sehun gave him a nudge.

“Boys, be good.”

I looked again at my watch, realising I was already so late. I pressed rec on the camera and the boys gathered up in the position. “Tempo” started again, the hardest part for me was not being able to dance or sing with them.

“Was it good?” Someone asked while I grabbed my phone.

“I have to text him.”

19.33 y/n: I’m sorry I’ll be late: I’m still at work. I’ll text you when i get out. I’ll try to be quick.

19.36 y/n: bae?

Songs went on, and so my texts.

19.41 y/n: bae? Im sorry i swear ill be quick

19.50 y/n: are we still in time for the reservation? Im starving! Wait for me bae!

“Is he texting you back?” Sehun laied on the mirror next to me looking at my screen. He wasn’t even sweating after dancing for so long.

“No, not really.” I said back, nervously laughing.

“Don’t worry y/n-ah, he can’t be mad. It’s so hard to be angry at you.”

“Wha-?”

I looked at him shocked. He snapped his fingers getting everyone attention. “We need to shoot the last one, and we are done. Sunbae prepare “The Eve” please.”

“Oh no.” I whispered covering my mouth.

That’s one of a few songs with a choreography that embarrass me every time. The slow hip thrust, lascivious gazes and the way they all became hotter in a couple of seconds.

First notes came, I swallowed my saliva and tried to focus while their eyes were on me. Actually, I knew they were all looking behind me, staring at each other on the mirror, but I felt being watched.

When the refrain came I just closed my eyes, too shy. And once I was able to open them again all of exo members were giggling at me. All the guys. ALL. They knew how shy I was. They knew the power of this song.

Suddenly the song hit me differently and harder, looking at some details: Suho’s arms, Sehun’s thighs, Kai’s grin, the power they all held. Everyone was doing something to me, my head started spinning.

“We need to take this one again sorry.” Sehun talked after the song ended. I moved on my place, suddenly the position wasn’t comfortable anymore. A weird hot feeling in my stomach started spreading.

I was so distracted by these new feelings I didn’t notice Sehun’s smirk. He was satisfied. I didn’t even realised my phone was buzzing inside my purse.

“Let’s be more powerful.” Chen said looking at his friends.

“And a step ahead please.” Everyone looked at Sehun.

The song started again and everyone seemed to be more engaged than before, using all their last energies.

They were one step closer to me now, and Sehun was directly in front of me. Less than two meters again, he was hip thrusting slowly. His eyes on me, and I was sure now he was really looking at me. I swallowed while fixing my skirt again, feeling suddenly too hot. He smirked.

His eyes, so dark now,were locked on me the whole choreography, I could feel his gaze never leaving me.

I felt so vulnerable. The hot feeling in my stomach now was getting stronger, I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together to get some relieve.

As soon as the last note ended I got up and left the camera on the table. I took the phone and I was surprised by all the messages.

19.52 bae: I cant believe this

19.58 bae: why are you always late? Ive been waiting you for so long! Im pissed

19.59 bae: ya! Text me ...

20.03 bae: where are you now?

20.05 bae: .....

20.06 bae: .....

20.07 bae: .....

20.08 bae: ... so?

20.10 bae: im leaving

“Shit shit shit shit.” I quickly wore my coat, already calling my boyfriend. I turned waving to the boys, ignoring their worried faces.

“Pick up please.” I opened the door with my shoulder still busy getting ready.

“Maybe you should fol-“ D.O. words were cut by my boyfriend’s voice on the phone.

“Y/n! Ya! You’re unbelievable!”

“Babe I’m so sorry, it’s not my fault, I couldn’t say no..”

“Sure. Always the same. It looks like you got 9 more boyfriends, who are more important than me. Should i get on the line?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t bother to come. Bye.” He hanged up. I froze, in the middle of the hallway. I didn’t know what to do. Maybe keep on desperately running and maybe he would be still in the restaurant? I tried calling, failing again and again. I was just ... frozen.

“Is everything fine?” Two big warm hands took mines, still holding the phone. I turned to Sehun’s worried face.

“Not really. He’s angry.” I said looking up at his eyes and then to the ceiling, hoping not to cry.

That was my first long relationship, we were together for more than 9 months. The first boy who noticed me, the first who held my hand to go to school. The first “i love you”.

“Then he doesn’t deserve you y/n-nie.” He whispered closing the distance between us with an hug.

He hold me tight, my head laid on his chest, his arms around me. One if his hands reached my hair and started massaging me gently.

“Ssh, everything will be fine y/n-nie. You’re too good.”

I didn’t even realised I was crying. I was sobbing so hard, my hands fisting his black hoodie’s hems.

“I am sorry.” I started bubbling.

“Don’t, we should be sorry, it’s our fault.” Sehun said patting my back lightly.

I stepped back, incredulous. “How could it be your fault?” And suddenly Sehun face got red.

“My fault...” He repeated shyly while I was wiping off the tears on my cheeks.

“Y/n?” Xiumin suddenly appeared behind Sehun’s tall figure. As soon as he saw my red puffy eyes he run to me pouting.

“Oh my girl, what happened?” He hugged me and tried to make me smile with his cute aegyo. He was the oldest yet he looked the youngest, and his pure kind soul was just one more thing to love him for.

“I lost my reservation at the restaurant.” I lied while looking at Sehun, hoping he’ll understand. He tilted his head a little, confused.

“Oh.” Sehun said quietly.

“I’m so hungry!” Baek exited the practise room screaming. All the EXO members behind him.

“Y/n is hungry too, she couldn’t make it to the restaurant.” Sehun surprised me for being strangely able to lie.

“Oh no y/n-nie.” This sounded like a chorus since all of them gathered together around me.

“I’ll make dinner for everybody.” D.O. proposed while taking my hand and gently hugging me. “Let’s go home.”

Sehun walked beside me, his hand on my lower back. “Let us treat you well.”

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Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five

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 Here’s part six! Thank you so much to everyone whose actually read this far haha, and thank you for all the nice comments and tags on the previous parts!

*** “Hold still, pet.” Silas winced as the brush was dragged through his hair, getting caught on knots and tangles. “I have guests coming tonight and you need to look presentable.” For the most part he was already presentable, Alastair had brought him much nicer clothes to wear, sat on him in order to shave his face without much struggle, and now he was trying to wrestle with his hair. 

 “Oh boy, let me guess, I’m the main dish?” He said sarcastically. Him and Elise agreed he was more likely to survive if he gave in to the vampire at least a little bit, but he held his snarky remarks dear to his heart and refused to let that go.

 “No dear, you’re more like dessert.” The vampire laughed. Silas didn’t feel any better. “You need to behave tonight, understand? I would hate to have to punish you in front of my friends.”

 “You have friends?” He snickered, earning him a whack on the back of the head with the hairbrush. He decided it was worth it. He watched Alastair’s movements in the mirror he sat in front of, before finally asking, “I thought vampires don’t have reflections?”

 “Do you humans believe everything you hear about vampires? What, do you believe we sleep in coffins too?”

 “I’m not going to answer that.” 

 “You really are adorable.” Alastair laughed. “Do you think I could look the way I do without a mirror?”

 “I thought you looked that way because you don’t have a reflection.” Another whack on the back of the head. 

 “If you be good for me tonight then I plan on giving you a reward. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asked.

 “What’s my reward?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

 “It’s a surprise. As long as you don’t cause me any problems you'll receive it.”

 “Why take me then? If it’s such a risk that I could fuck something up for you, Why not leave me here like usual?”

 “I thought about that.” Alastair said, finally setting the brush aside and beginning to braid his hair. “I could leave you behind and keep you to myself, or, I could show you off, my captured little hunter.” He sounded amused. “Not Many vampires can say they’re keeping a hunter as a pet. You’re something special.”

 “I feel ridiculous.” He couldn’t help but scowl, he never dressed this nice, never did his hair this way, he couldn’t remember the last time there wasn’t some amount of stubble on his chin. He was all dressed up to the vampire’s liking, meant to be paraded around like a prized pet. He felt sick all of a sudden. 

 ***

 “He’s adorable!”

 “He looks so angry.”

 “He smells delicious.” The first one added.

 Silas wanted nothing more than to grab the knife laying on the table and stab his own throat. Four vampires. Four vampires on top of the usual annoying fuck he had to deal with. Three men and a woman, the latter of which was hanging on to Silas. She was tall and rail thin, dark wavy hair cut short. She smelled like roses, he hated that she was close enough for him to smell her.

 The other guests included a younger vampire- he looked younger anyway, these freaks were all well over a hundred years old, a man who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties who Alastair was talking to, and a young man who looked close to his age. He’d been quiet this whole time, while the younger one and the woman fawned over him. He kept an eye on Silas though, watching his every move. 

 Silas sat at Alastair’s side, probably so he could reach over and smack him at any given moment. When food was served, he was surprised to see that he’d been given a plate as well, and Alastair seemed to notice this. 

 “Eat up love, you won’t want to end the night with an empty stomach.” He told him. He knew he meant that he better eat, all the better for when they eventually devoured him. He wondered how he’d even survive that.

  “So kind of you to let your pet sit at the table.” The woman said at some point in the meal. “Mine is still trying to fight me on that.” She sighed. 

 “It’s easier to keep an eye on him. Besides, he knows that if he misbehaves he’ll be back on the floor.” Silas shoved a forkful of food into his mouth to avoid saying anything. 

 “Is he always this quiet?” The older man asked.

 “No, he actually has quite a mouth on him.” Alastair laughed. “I promised him a reward if he behaved tonight, that may have improved his mood.” That had nothing to do with his silence but he decided to keep it to himself. He didn’t need to be completely submissive to the vampire, but he could be quiet, keep to himself, not give any reason for the vampire to hurt him. He just needed to survive.

 “He looks so angry though.” The younger one said, leaning forward on the table. 

 “I’m sure he’s absolutely seething.” Alastair grinned. “He’s incredibly stubborn, I still haven’t completely broken him in. Yet, he’s being very good for me tonight.” He reached over, brushing a stray hair from his face. Instinctively, Silas flinched away, causing Alastair to roughly grab his face. “Don’t pull away from me, you should know better.” He said sternly. Silas glared silently at him, but his face burned red with embarrassment, the other vampires watching him in amusement. “What do you say, love?” 

 “Yes sir.” He said through gritted teeth. Alastair smiled, gently patting his cheek. Silas felt sick, he couldn’t think of eating another bite. He quickly downed his glass of wine, and was relieved when a maid came to refill it. He glanced up, seeing Elise looking at him worriedly. She looked even more uncomfortable than usual, and though they locked eyes they couldn’t speak, not with all these vampires around. 

 “You can’t just sit there and drink, you need to eat.” Alastair said sternly. “You don’t want a repeat of last time, do you?” Silas gave him a look, a weak glare really, but reluctantly he tried to eat as much as he could, tuning out the vampires as Alastair explained how stubborn he’d been the first time he made him eat. 

 He expected this to be a horribly traumatic event but it was actually rather boring, he was expected to sit there and look pretty. The only thing that kept him on edge was knowing that sooner or later the vampire’s would decide it was time for “dessert”.

 Eventually they had mostly finished eating, the vampire’s were continuing to drink while Alastair had told Silas he was cut off from the wine. The woman had come to hang on to him again, behaving as if this were a completely normal thing to do while she spoke to Alastair. He wondered what it was about vampires that made them unable to keep their hands to themselves. 

 “Can we try him already?” She finally asked, sounding impatient. “Please Alastair?”

 “You have to be careful, there are four of you and only one of him.” Alastair warned her, but she took this as a yes, already undoing the top buttons on his shirt and pulling his collar aside. Alastair had grabbed his hand, he was entirely distracted by the woman who had tilted his head to the side that he didn’t realize what he was doing until something sharp sliced across his wrist. He gritted his teeth, trying to jerk his hand away but Alastair held tight, pressing the edge of a half full wine glass against the cut. He wasn’t able to question him though as the woman sank her fangs into his neck, causing him to cry out. 

 He tried to pull away but that just made it hurt worse, and she easily held him down. Her nails dug into his shoulders, almost warning him that if he kept struggling it would just get worse. 

 “Wait, I wanna try!” The young one sounded excited, snatching Silas’ other wrist, wasting no time in biting down on it. When Alastair bit him it never hurt this much, sure it was excruciating, but something about having two vampires feeding off him was making the pain that much worse, Silas couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t even feel sick or scared because all he felt was that horrible stabbing pain. 

 It felt like an eternity before Alastair finally told them to back off, that Silas couldn’t take much more. He’d gone completely pale, he was breathing heavily and as the vampire’s finally pulled back the rest of the effects hit him. He was still bleeding from the wrist that was cut, he couldn’t be bothered to care though. The room wouldn’t stay still, he couldn’t see straight. His heart hammered in his chest as he took deep heavy breaths. He couldn’t remember feeling this anxious in his life, the worst had passed, yet he still felt like something horrible was going to happen to him.  He looked to Alastair, suddenly grabbing his arm.

 “I-I need to leave, sir, please, I'm going to throw up.” He gasped, feeling sick to his stomach, sick enough to say anything to get out of that room. He couldn’t tell for sure, but Alastair almost looked concerned.

 “Elise, go with him, he won’t be able to walk on his own.” He ordered her, and she said a quick yes sir, coming and helping Silas to his feet. He almost collapsed right away, Elise had to struggle to hold him up. He was aware of the vampire’s watching him, teasing him, but he didn’t care, he just needed out.

 Elise had a hard time supporting him, he had to lean against the wall for support, but they only made it down the hall and around the corner before he finally collapsed, falling to his knees and leaning against the wall to stay up.

 “S-stay here, okay? I’m going to get you something.” She told him. He couldn’t have gone anywhere anyway but he didn’t say anything as she hurried off. He at least felt somewhat better now that he was out of the room, slowly taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. He was cold yet vaguely aware that he was covered in sweat, and he suddenly felt incredibly exhausted. He hoped Elise would come back soon, he wanted to feel better already. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes.

 “Stand up.” He jumped at the sudden voice, eyes snapping open. The vampire who had been watching him all night was standing there, looking down on him. 

 “H-huh…?” He tiredly looked up at him.

 “Stand up.” He slapped him hard across the face, Silas nearly fell over he was too weak to hold himself up. His lip was bleeding, he was aware of that, and the stinging pain in his face. “Are you really this fucking pathetic? The high and mighty Silas, can’t even stand up and face me?!” 

 “What is your problem?!” He snapped, and the vampire grabbed him by the hair, slamming his head hard against the wall. It would’ve hurt if anybody had done it but the unbridled strength of a vampire was something else entirely, he swore his head left a hole in the wall. 

 “You and every other fucking hunter! That’s my problem!” Silas couldn’t respond, his head was slammed into the wall again, and again, and again. He couldn’t think straight, he was back in that awful and anxious and confused space again, nothing was real yet everything was too much. He didn’t even realize the vampire had pulled him to his feet until he felt that familiar aching pain that standing always brought. “You pathetic son of a bitch, you won’t even fight back?!” 

 He couldn’t even muster a response, staring blankly at the vampire as he tried to think of anything to say. This vampire couldn’t be reasoned with, he knew that much, even if he did, he didn’t have the mental capacity to make much of an effort. His silence just seemed to piss him off more, he tried to pull away as his shirt was ripped open, murmuring a desperate “No no no no no-“ 

 “Shut up!” The vampire hissed. “If you won’t bother fighting me then I don’t want to hear your begging.” A cold hand in the center of his chest, he was so tired of being touched. That familiar fog clouded his mind again, yet this was different. Alastair’s hold on him was gentle and comfortable, calming even, pulling him into a false sense of security. This wasn't like that, this was a horrible feeling of dread, a darkness that made it hard to breathe, hard to think. What he could feel though was a sudden sharp pain, the vampire digging his nails into his chest. “I’m going to make you suffer, Hunter, you deserve to suffer.” He snarled. 

 He couldn’t think, couldn’t move, that dreadful feeling holding him in place against his will. His chest hurt where the vampire hooked his nails into his flesh, but then he suddenly started dragging his hand down, leave deep cuts down his chest, to his stomach. He tried to scream but his voice just wouldn’t work, and he could forget about holding back his tears. At this point he didn’t even really care about that, what did it matter? He figured this was how he was going to die, he closed his eyes and just hoped it would be over soon.

 “That’s enough.” A stern voice cut through the fog, he could finally focus on the vampire in front of him, and more importantly, on the vampire behind that one. He’d never thought he’d be relieved to see Alastair.

 “Why are you protecting him Alastair?! You have him right here, you could kill him, why haven’t you?!” He snapped, though he finally let go of Silas, who immediately fell to his knees.

 “I said, that’s enough.” Alastair repeated. Reluctantly the other vampire stepped aside, still glaring at Silas though. Alastair knelt down, gently grabbing his chin, examining his face. He couldn’t look him in the eye, he knew he looked terrible and for once he didn’t have it in him to be as stubborn as normal. His head hurt, his ears were ringing, he still felt nauseous. He almost wished he could just lay down and die.

 “Y-you here to beat m-me up too…?” He murmured, unable to even focus on his face.

 “No, love, you’re already hurt.” He stood up, carefully lifting him up. He whined, every movement causing him to hurt more. “Go back to the others, now.” He ordered the other vampire, who gave Silas a look before going on his way. Silas finally felt himself relax, though he figured that could also be that he was dying. He never wanted to go out held in a vampire’s arms, but he found himself leaning his head against his chest, closing his eyes. 

 “This is a pretty fucking awful way to die...” He murmured, and Alastair laughed softly.

 “You’re not dying my love, I’ll take care of you.” Silas strongly disagreed but he didn’t argue. “It’s a good  thing Elise came and got me when she did though.” He didn’t even remember Elise coming back, he almost felt bad that she probably had to see that. He didn’t open his eyes again until he was laid down on a soft, comfortable surface. He quickly realized he had no clue where he was, opening his eyes and looking around. 

 The room was rather big, as was the bed he laid on. Large floor to ceiling windows with curtains drawn to let in the moonlight, illuminating the  lavishly decorated room. Alastair had left him for now, Silas didn’t see how he could possibly survive if something wasn’t done about his multiple injuries. Still, it was nice to be able to lay somewhere comfortable for once, completely unrestrained too. He wanted nothing more than to just go to sleep, he almost didn’t care if he never woke up for it.

 “I need you to stay awake for me dear.” He jumped at his voice, he hadn’t even heard him come in.

 “Why…? I’m so tired, just lemme sleep…” he mumbled.

 “You humans don’t take injuries well, I need you to stay awake.” He said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He carefully helped him sit up, Silas could barely focus on him though. He didn’t fight or struggle, he let Alastair remove his shirt, he openly wined when a cold rag was pressed against his chest, medicine stinging his fresh wounds.

 “What’s his problem anyway…?” He murmured, and Alastair sighed.

 “Many vampires have lost loved ones to hunters. Dmitri is still… grieving. I didn’t think he would ever do something like this though…” he frowned, carefully wrapping bandages around his torso before tending to the cut on his wrist. 

 “He’s worse than you…” he murmured. “You… you do that thing… and it feels so good, I hate it but I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life… but it hurt, I thought I… I thought I was dying…”

 “I know love.” He said softly. “You’re Okay now, I promise.” He finished up, taking a moment to untie his hair for him before laying him back down. “You can rest now, Okay? I’ll be back soon…” he pulled the blanket over him before going and pulling the curtains closed. Silas sighed and closed his eyes, listening to his retreating footsteps. It was the most relaxed he’d felt in a long time, he couldn’t help but embrace it, finally falling asleep. 

***

He was awoken hours later, disturbed by the presence of cold arms embracing him. Tiredly he sat up, momentarily confused by his surroundings. The curtains were still drawn shut but he could see faint rays of sun shining in beneath them. He wondered what time it must’ve been, glancing to the tired vampire watching him.

 “You haven’t been asleep for long, love.” He told him, taking his arm and gently pulling him down. “Just relax, Okay?”

 “Why are you in bed with me?” He asked bluntly, and Alastair laughed.

 “Actually, you’re in bed with me. This is my room after all.” He pulled him close, chest pressed against his back. He couldn’t help but shiver, he was so cold. 

 “I think I’d rather go back to my cage, please.” He tried to pull away but Alastair held him tight. 

 “That’s awfully rude you know. I mean, I did save your life. I think that you owe me for that.” 

 “What could I possibly give you in return? You seem to have everything you need.” 

 “Almost everything.” He sat up, looking down at him and he gently pulled his hair away from his face. “Everything except an obedient little hunter to stop causing me problems.” 

 “Well, I can’t give you that.” He turned on to his side, closing his eyes, only for Alastair to pull him on to his back again.

 “Why do you keep fighting, love?” He asked, voice soft and gentle. “You have everything you need here, and if you could just behave, you’d have even more. I love you little hunter, and if you have in you would be so, so well taken care of.” 

 “Freedom is more important than comfort.” He said seriously. “And you don’t love me, you love the idea of keeping me as a pet.”

 “Mm, same thing.” He shrugged. He laid back down with him, draping an arm over him. “You value your freedom a lot, hm…?” His hand gently traced down his chest, careful of the bandaged wounds. He kept his mouth shut, trying to move away from him. “What happened to you pet? This longing for freedom, your aversion to touch and love, who hurt you before me?”

 “Stop.” He had quickly scrambled out of the bed, catching Alastair off guard as he more or less fell on to the floor. “Please, just- just stop.” He was feeling sick again, suddenly this large room didn’t seem so large anymore. Alastair seemed amused, getting out of bed and kneeling down in front of him.

 “Seems I struck a chord… what are you hiding little hunter? I’ve never seen you so upset by something I said.”

 “Just stop.” He repeated. “Please, Alastair, I’ll do anything, just stop pushing this.” 

 “Please what? You’re forgetting your manners.” He teased. Silas backed away somewhat, watching Alastair nervously as he just kept advancing on him.

 “Please, m-master…” his cheeks burned bright red, he hardly cared though, focusing on the taunting vampire.

 “You don’t want me to force it out of you, hm? You know that I could, you know you’ll say anything if I play with your mind enough.”

 “Please.” He begged. “Let me keep this, I- I can’t tell you, I just can’t…” Alastair was over him now, nearly pinning him down.

 “You could tell me, if I decide to make you.” He seemed to take joy in the fear in Silas’ eyes, in his genuinely terrified expression. “But,” he leaned down, gently placing a kiss on his forehead, “I won’t.” Silas nearly collapsed with relief, sighing heavily. “What do you say, love?”

 “Th-thank you…” He murmured, and Alastair grinned.

 “There’s a good boy. Come back to bed now, will you?” 

 “Yes-yes sir…”

[girls-scenarios]

Backstage Whispers

Idol: Nayeon (Twice)

Prompt: heyyy, could I request a fem!reader x twice’s nayeon where they’re girlfriends and had a fight a day before an award show that both of their groups would be, then it’s all awkward there till the reader starts to feel bad and has to get to the backstage for a while then nayeon gets worried and goes after her, angst with fluff ending please <3

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: How is Miss Im Nayeon so hot? Her in that purple two-piece outfit actually ended me. Feel Special is the song of the year confirmed. Anyway, I used some of the PD48 girls as idol!reader’s members and I hope you all enjoy reading!

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The thing about dating fellow idols was that it made it really awkward during award shows if something happened. You stood with your back straight as a rode, feeling nervous and weird as you avoided looking Nayeon’s way and plastered on a smile for the photos. Even both groups felt awkward, bowing to each other with little smiles and trying not to look between you and Nayeon, not speaking a word to each other. It felt strange, and you knew that people might point out your behavior as you stepped off the red carpet, away from Nayeon, and let out a relieved breath, but you couldn’t help it. It was hard not to be awkward when your girlfriend, who you might be on the verge of breaking up with after a terrible fight, was only feet away.

It had been a dumb fight, now that you looked back on it. Weren’t all fights dumb, though? It had started over something little and escalated until the two of you had stopped talking because of it. Nayeon was fiercely headstrong and stubborn, and even when you calmed down and realized that the argument was stupid, you didn’t want to apologize first. Call it petty, but you knew an apology from you first would only make her more headstrong. And plus, she’d been the one who started it all. You wanted to hear an apology from her for once.

So you’d kept up your silence and cold shoulder, and now the two of you were at an awards show, and it was so awkward you could hardly stand it. You felt sweaty and nervous for the first time in a long time, and it wasn’t because of the flashing cameras and the eyes of fans everywhere. From the moment you’d gotten up that morning, you’d been feeling sick, stomach in knots as you dreaded having to come.

“(Y/N), you’re looking pale,” your leader Kaeun said, knocking you out of your thoughts as she put her hand on your shoulder and turned you to face her more. She looked worried, eyebrows furrowed as she checked your temperature. She knew what was going on, and although she’d also put on a smile in front of the cameras, you knew she was worried about you. She’d been worried since the fight. Since you’d started to seem more sad, since you’d started to mope around and sleep more. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great,” you admitted, but gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll be able to get through this.”

She looked like she wanted to say something else, but there were people with listening ears around, so she pursed her lips and gave your shoulder a pat. “Hang in there. Let me know if I can do anything to help.”

As you sat down in your designated seat, you let out a sigh, allowing yourself to close your eyes for a moment. Award shows were always kind of exhausting, with all the waiting and stress and over-the-top styling and cameras everywhere. But you’d never felt quite this exhausted. You hadn’t slept much the night before because of your nerves, and it was really starting to catch up with you.

As much as you didn’t want to, as you opened your eyes, you found yourself glancing over at Twice’s table. Nayeon had her head down, staring at her lap, and you quickly looked away before she could catch you, feeling your stomach twist. This was so stupid and awkward.

“Are you feeling tired?” Miyu asked, taking your hand in her own.

“Yeah, but we’ve barely even started the show. I’ll just have to hang on.”

“If you need to, you can always step backstage.”

“I don’t want to make fans worry,” you said, sighing again and letting your head rest on her shoulder. “It’s my own fault.”

“Awe, don’t say that!” Miyu huffed. “It’s not your fault! She should just apologize already-.”

“Shh, let’s not talk about that here.” You brought a finger up to her lips, and she closed her mouth, nodding. Still, her little outburst had made you feel a little bit better. At least you had your members on your side.

“Our fans will be more worried if they see you passed out,” Kaeun pointed out, butting into the conversation. “So listen to Miyu and go backstage for a little while if you start feeling sick.”

“Okay.” You finally agreed, laughing softly, appreciating their concern. “If that’s what you guys think would be best, I’ll do that.”

-

It ended up happening faster than you thought it would. The lack of sleep mixed with the bright, flashing lights and the loud crowd was making your head hurt, and your stomach hurt from all the nerves as you tried not to look over at Nayeon. After performing and a while of just dealing with it, you decided that you should heed your members advice and slip backstage, at least to get something for your headache and to help you wake up. So you politely excused yourself and walked towards the bathrooms, wobbling slightly on your feet and hoping that nobody noticed how you were feeling.

After getting a drink and sitting down backstage, you felt a little bit better. It was quieter back there, and you could let your head rest against the wall and close your eyes without any fans worrying about your health. You weren’t going to stay back there very long, after all, your group might win an award. You just wanted to rest for a moment.

“(Y/N)?” An all too familiar voice made your stomach twist, and you opened your eyes to see none other than the woman you’d been trying so desperately to avoid. Nayeon was looking down at you with wide, worried eyes, ignoring the strange looks that the staff were sending her way. Not like she ever cared what other people thought of her anyway. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t know what to say. You hadn’t spoken to Nayeon in over a week, because of the cold shoulder she’d given you first, and yet there she was, standing there like nothing had happened. What could you say? That this was because of her? “Uh,” you settled for instead, looking down at the water bottle in your hands. “Yeah. Just, um, tired.”

“I know you’re not just tired.” Her voice was firm. Of course she knew you were lying. She knew you better than even your own members. As she sat down beside you, she let out a sigh. “Is your stomach hurting?”

You bit your lip. Half of you didn’t want to give in like this. The other half of you was tired and sick and just wanted your girlfriend back. “Yeah.”

“I thought so.” Her tone was softer this time. “Your stomach always hurts whenever you feel anxious or nervous.” So she’d known. That was why she’d come back here after you. For a moment, the two of you just sat in silence, because you didn’t know what to do. Then, as the staff cleared out of that area, she turned her head to look at you. “I’m sorry.”

It was the apology you’d been waiting for. The apology you’d wanted since the fight occurred. You just hadn’t expected to get it here. Your eyebrows raised high, you jerked your head towards her. “What?”

“I’m sorry. For everything I said. For being stupid and stubborn and then putting you in this situation and making you feel sick. That fight was stupid and I shouldn’t have given you the cold shoulder. It was my fault.” She licked her lips, a nervous habit, and you knew this had to be hard for her. As friendly and sweet as she was, she always got awkward and nervous when apologizing or admitting her wrong. “I shouldn’t have done any of that. I let my pride get in the way even though I promised myself I’d work on that. So I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Some of the twists in your stomach began to go away, even though you were still nervous, hyper-aware of the fact that staff and fellow idols were walking back and forth. This wasn’t the best place to have a heart-to-heart. Still, if Nayeon was willing to be so forward and open, you weren’t going to mess this up. “Thank you for apologizing.” Your voice was at a whisper as you swallowed. “I’m sorry too. For being petty and not apologizing first. That fight was really dumb.”

Nayeon’s hand was warm as she put it on top of yours, concealing the fact that she was holding your hand with her flowing skirt. Her voice was also at a whisper as she spoke. “So now will you tell me what’s wrong?”

Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed. “I had a headache and a stomach ache because I was nervous and didn’t sleep enough last night. It’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb. You aren’t feeling well.”

“I’m feeling better now,” you said, smiling at her. “I took medicine for my headache, and I don’t feel as nervous anymore.” That was true. A lot of the knots in your stomach had faded away with Nayeon’s apology, relieved that she wouldn’t be breaking up with you. “Thanks for coming to check on me.”

“You’re my girlfriend. I’d be an awful person if I didn’t come check on you.” Even thought the blush on her cheeks was concealed by her makeup, you could see her ears go pink as she made a face.

“Still, thank you. It made me really happy.” You squeezed her hand, and she smiled.

“I’m glad we settled that. I was really scared you’d break up with me.”

You raised your eyebrows, shocked and a little amused. “I was scared you’d break up with me!”

“That definitely isn’t the case. I like you too much.” She glanced around the corridor before leaning closer to you. “I have to go back, our stage starts soon. But have you forgiven me?” She was so pretty that your heart skipped a beat.

“Of course. How could I not?”

Her bunny smile came back, and it hit you just how much you’d missed seeing that smile. “Good. Now I can really get out there and perform. This one’s for you.” Once again, after making sure the coast was clear, she whispered into your ear. “I love you. I seriously do.”

You smiled so wide that it hurt, leaning your head against hers for the second that you could. In a minute, you’d have to go back out there and deal with the crowd and cameras and flashing lights. But you felt better, now, knowing that Nayeon was still yours. That no petty fight was going to get in the way of her feelings for you. That she’d still come to your side when she saw you sick, no matter how mad she’d been. The two of you would probably have a longer chat later about everything, and both of you had room for growth. But for now, you were happy with this backstage, whispered reaffirmation of her feelings for you. And you were so glad you’d listened to Kaeun’s advice.

“I love you too.”

[dylanxmin]

A Little Serendipity

Part.13

before / next

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Hearing so much noise had opened my conscious and now I was able to hear voices more clear than before, voices were familiar to my ear so I didn’t mind it at first but the urge forced through my brain and I opened my eyes. Unlike, what I was expecting, sheets were different from mines and the whole room was different from my room actually. For a moment, I thought this was one of mine’s other weird dreams, but clearly it wasn’t. I looked around for some hints for understanding where I was, but then I saw some pictures, hanging from the wall to a rope, then relief take over my body, now I was able to breathe normally. The pictures include Hoseok and the guys, which now I can understand this place were Hoseok’s room. I tried to remember the other night but I could only manage to remember the sky and shining stars, which it was little irritating for me to not knowing what happened last night and how I managed to come here but my self-interrogation interrupted with sound of an opening door. I looked over the door, and saw Hoseok’s smiley face, he ask for my permission to come inside so I answered him with a rapid hand waving. He entered the room and then sit on the bed, in front of me.

“Do you have headache, or something honey?” he asked with a care, now I was more surprised than waking up to random bedroom, he was sweet like a cotton sugar, even sweeter. For a minute, I tried to distract myself from his cuteness to be sure about having or not having any aches, but I was okay. “Im okay, thank you for your concern.” I smiled at him, which I never had hangover because of the alcohol or the other things, so it wasn’t a big deal for me. He gave me a grin, and touched my shoulder, squeeze it little, “Happy to hear that, because I need to go to the studio for dance practice, Jimin been waiting for me in there, for a while now.” His hand kept track from my shoulder to my hand, and hold it with a little squeeze. “Are you going to be okay, in here?” I took my eyes from our hands and looked at him, tried to look at him actually, because now I was little dizzy from his action. I couldn’t remember if we had something, last night, which it made me weak on the knees. “Did we had something?” my question was nothing more than a whisper, but he heard me and respond to me quickly. “Oh no, lord no!” He giggled at me, but now I was relieved because I was known for being little flirty while using alcohol, so it was good to hear. “You were drunk, Soobin and Taehyung wanted to be alone for the first night as a couple, so we take you with us.” He used little strength to my hand to squeeze it more, “And, do I look like a person who could take advantage from a drunk girl.” now he was judging me with his eyes. “Actually, I wasn’t afraid from you. The one who could take advantage from her drunk self it would be me.” Shake my head with a huge breath, my heart was in a peace now, about me doing nothing, thank god. “Okay then,” he gave me confused look, “I wasn’t expecting this confession about yourself but okay, I guess.” We both laughed at our situation, after he hugged me and told me that I can act in here like my own house, now he was gone.

I stayed for a little bit on the bed, do some stretching and etc. I get up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, wondering how I look after last night. I thought that I didn’t drink that much but alcohol hit me with a delay, last night, that’s the reason why I couldn’t remember the last occasions. When I entered the bathroom, and facing the mirror, seeing how awful I look right know and I couldn’t stopped myself from thinking how Hoseok even looked at me. Aish, the reflection of myself was a disaster, maybe more than that. I brushed my face, purified the makeup, at least ruins of its, and washed my face with a lot of water. When I looked at the mirror, I saw really big shirt on me, which it didn’t belong to me, as well as the short that I was wearing, didn’t belong to me, either. I hoped that I could managed to change my clothes on my own, at least. While I was heading to the door I only think about that. It was a big house, I realized when I manage to go out from Hoseok’s room. I reached the saloon when I turned the corner of hall, after that I was in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. I don’t know why but I feel okay being in here, Hoseok’s house and mixing his refrigerator, but then a voice from the door made me not okay about being in here.

When I turned back to the voice, I spot a boy who was wearing a black mask, holding two coffee at one of his hand, and the other one was full with a bag. He look like he was annoyed from something but it could be his normal face expression as I always see that particular one. When he looked up, our eyes met with each other, and there is the tense feeling, which has a control over me, like all the time. “Oh, can I help?” I asked him but didn’t wait for any respond to rush over him and take the coffees from him. He thanked me with a head act, then walked right beside me to the kitchen. “I bought something for you to have breakfast,” He mentioned to me but didn’t look at me, while taking the things he bought from the bag. I followed him, and dropped the coffees at the kitchen counter, then thanked him, but he just nodded at me then walked away from me again. “Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” I feel uncomfortable being in here now, because I think he didn’t want me to be here, at all. “I need to work.” I didn’t answer him and let him go, but I wasn’t going to give up yet, that’s for sure. I headed to the kitchen for making breakfast, and prepare the thing he buy to the server, take the coffees in it then headed to his room by following his little steps and grumbles. I knocked the door and entered, he was little surprised about this entering but I didn’t mind. “If you are not eating something then I won’t, either.” Without waiting for a permission, walked towards his table and put the server on it. “Choose it.” I said with a provocative look, while he was giving me a puzzled look I take a place on his chair, already. “We are having breakfast, then.” he mumbled on his mouth and take a place at my side, very slowly. We were eating and drinking in silence, but he broke it. “I apologize for the night,” with a surprise I looked at him, that was something particular thing I wasn’t expecting to hear from him. “I spoke without thinking about it, so Im sorry for what I said.” he tried to smile little but it was something different from a smile, “Oh, its okay. I didn’t even think about it that much.” I gave him a pat on his arm, which his warm body, caused a little shake in me. While drinking my coffee, I looked around, it was some kind of a home studio and it was simple decorated, for walking in here I get up and headed to little library that he had in here. It looked like a cool decoration, but what I see made me struggle to swallow my coffee so I coughed. He came to my side, immediately and patted my back with a little pressure, “Are you okay?” he asked with care, his soft and caring voice trembled in me. I nodded my head then thanked him, gave my coffee to him and took a book from the shelter. “Did you read my book?” my thrilled voice couldn’t be hide, which I didn’t work for it, either. I was so surprised about his reading my book, having it in his library, it made me weak in the knees. “Oh yeah, that one.” He took it from my hand and revised it little, while I was looking at him, at his cheeks and hold my eager to squeeze them. “I really enjoyed reading it actually, but I forgot that it was you for a while, Im sorry.” said while giving me a sincere look, and he added. “Your science fictions are the best, that’s for sure.” with his lovely comment, I blushed little because I felt hotness at my cheeks. “Oh thank you, I wouldn’t think you as a science fiction reader but I am happy to hear it.” I giggled little and his little mouth opened, and gave me a smile, which that turned my heart something weak and trembling body part. “What do you mean? Can’t I read book?” I laughed at him, which he was looking too cute to get over, “Im sorry, you are right.” I said with a imply, then added. “I can sign it, if you want?” I ask as a joke but his eyes were shining now, he nodded his head quickly and run the other side of the room to get me a pen. Okay, now I was more surprised than ever. This boy here, this beautiful piece was my fan or something? Oh boy, give me a break.

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[Warning: Miscarriage]

[Yoosung x MC]

Ding dong

At the sound of the doorbell, Yoosung looked at the door and touched your hand. You looked at him blankly. 

"Honey, I'll just get the door okay?" He said with a weak smile. You turned your head again on the TV in front of you.

Yoosung got up and opened the door, it was Zen holding some Chinese take out.

"Hey, hungry?" He said as he lift the food. He wore his usual clothing, along with a black cap. 

"Hey hyung," Yoosung greeted as he let the tall white haired man in.

"How are you holding up?" Zen asked as he removed his shoes, Yoosung took the food from his hands.

"Fine.. I guess," Yoosung responded almost hesitantly. 

" And MC?" Zen inquired further, Yoosung gave him a weak smile. "Still the same," he said weakly. Zen sighed and gave Yoosung a pat on the shoulder.

You stared blankly at the plasma tv in front of you, pictures were moving but nothing was registering. A muffled cry caught your attention, without much thought you stood up and followed the noise. In the kitchen, you saw Yoosung crying in front of Zen, who offered silence and pats on shoulders.

"I.. i don't know what to do hyung, i... i still cant get her back," Yoosung sobbed between words. Yoosung, who was almost always embarrassed to show any sign of weakness, now crying in front of his friend.

Then something clicked in you.

"Im sorry, we tried everything we could.." the man in the white coat said.

No.

Everything happened so fast, blood was streaming down your legs and the next thing you knew you were in a hospital bed.

"You lost the baby."

No.

Confused, lost, overwhelmed, all emotions were rushing into you. You quickly went to bed and closed your eyes so hard, trying to slash the memories flooding back to you.

No!

"We're here for you guys, just call us okay?" Zen said, as he tried to comfort the crying man in front of him. Yoosung sniffed and said a thank you. Zen didn’t stay any further, he just stopped by to bring food and check up on Yoosung. 

It's been two weeks since the incident, when the doctor announced you lost the baby Yoosung channeled his anger through punching a wall. Reality pulled him back when he heard you cry, quickly running to your aid. With bleeding knuckles, he stroked your hair, whispering it's okay, i'm here for you and, we can get through this.

After that breakdown, you just.... shut down. Traumatized and in denial... you shut everything off. You spoke little words to simple sentences. Nodded and gave weak smiles in response. Yoosung closed the clinic to tend to you, he fed and bathed you. And even though you weren’t really paying attention, he would tell you stories in which you would respond in weak smiles. And that was enough for Yoosung, at least he knew you were still there. 

Every now and then a member would drop by just to check up on you both, Jumin even referred a psychiatrist, to which Yoosung kept in mind if you haven’t had any progress. 

Yoosung put on a brave face everyday while he was with you. He thought that when you see him cry, he’d put you on more stress.. So he hid his tears away, crying when you’re asleep. He’d prayed and bargain to a god, if there was one, he thought. 

When you woke in the middle of the night, Yoosung was in front of you, puffy eyes from crying earlier. He looked so serene as he slept, you touched his cheek as your thumb tried to rub the marks of his tears.

It’s Yoosung. Your husband. 

The scene you caught earlier came back to you, Yoosung was crying in front of Zen. And it ached your heart. Yoosung was crying. 

“Yoosung..” you whispered, “I’m sorry... I was selfish..” your eyes started to swelled up, “I’m sorry..”.

Yoosung tried to reach for you side, only for his hand to catch nothing but air. He opened his eyes and saw your bedside empty. He sat up in a panic, “MC?” he started to shout. He quickly got up and ran to the bathroom as he continued to call for you. When the bathroom was empty, he tried for the kitchen but to no avail. He searched every room but you weren’t there. He tried to call your phone but only to hear it ring in the drawer of the bedside table. 

Shit shit shit. Was all he could think, his heart started to race, his thoughts in a wreck. He took his coat and car keys, he gotta start somewhere in the town. You have to be somewhere.. 

You hummed as you stared at the lake in front of you, the full moon being reflected as it illuminated the place. You sat at the bench where you and Yoosung would always sit on when you went on a stroll. This was where your first date was. And so was your 5th.. and maybe 7th? You always went to this place that you just lost count. It was where you would talk about your plans, your future.. When a family with two children pass by Yoosung would tell you how’d he want a child.

And it almost came true.. you started to sniff, tears quickly escaping your eyes. 

Your body shivered as you cried, couldn't contain all the tears and emotions. Two weeks you felt nothing, and now everything seems to be rushing back to you. The lost of your unborn child.. You were only two months pregnant but still.. The pain came back rushing in, you held your abdomen as you cried. You were about to start a family, but in a blink of an eye, it was gone. 

You remember how you told Yoosung, you were only three weeks then. He was so happy, you were making his dreams come true. And you were happy. You were both happy.. 

You rubbed your abdomen, thinking how Yoosung must’ve felt, he needed to grieve but you left him.. went to your own world thinking how hurt you were...

"I'm sorry," you muttered to the emptiness of the park, "I'm sorry," you whispered as you sobbed, as if the lake could hear you. 

"MC? MC!" you turned around and saw Yoosung running to you, his hair in a mess, he was wearing his coat over his pajamas.

"Thank God you're here," he said as he kissed your temple and held you close.  "You scared me, please, please don't do that again," he muttered. You could feel his body tremble, you could feel how scared he was.

"Yoosung.." you sniffed under him, Yoosung placed his coat over you and knelt down in front of you. He took your hands and held it. His eyes were still quite puffy, but his charm was still there. His boyish charm that you loved.

"Yoosung.. I'm sorry," you said again, taking your hand from his clasp to wipe your tears, but they just kept coming and you kept uttering sorry.

Yoosung sat beside you, somehow he felt relieved. This was the first time you cried again after your breakdown in the hospital. And somehow he felt scared too, that you'd just return to blank stares. He held you close and stroked your hair.

"Hey.. it's okay, we can get through this. I'm here for you okay?" He said, his voice was low, reassuring and comforting. You looked up to him and held his cheek.

 "I.. I was selfish.. I let myself slip away.. I didn’t think about you.. I grieved on my own and left you.. but it was your child too," your voice cracking at the end, Yoosung swallowed as he held your hand that was on his cheek. Finally letting himself cry in front of you, tears quickly building up in his eyes.

"But it must have been harder for you MC, it was connected to you," he said as he rested his forehead against yours. "I love you MC, I just.. I just don’t want to lose you," he said between sobs. 

“I’m sorry Yoosung, you must have felt lonely,” you whispered while sniffing. You felt your heart ache imagining how scared he must have been. He pulled you close, fingernails digging in your arms as he clutched onto you. 

“Just promise me.. Promise me you’ll never leave,” he pleaded. The thought of losing you.. Since day one it was his utmost fear. And when he saw it slowly become a reality... He wept thinking he lost you. But still, everyday, whenever you responded, he’d smile and know you’re still there. 

“I’m sorry I let this one-” “Hey,” he said, cutting you off, “It’s not your fault okay?” he whispered, looking down into your eyes. If he could remove all the pain you were feeling, he would.  “Never think of that,” he said as he kissed your temple. 

You’re here. You’re safe. was all Yoosung could think about. Thanking all the gods he know. 

You looked up to his lilac eyes, glistening under the moonlight. “Thank you for not giving up on me Yoosung, I love you,” you said as you smiled. 

Two weeks.

Two weeks since he last saw you smile like that, he felt as if the pain in his heart is being filled out by your love. He was overwhelmed with happiness that he pulled you for a kiss, “I love you too, cutie,” he said.

Yoosung let out a contented sigh when he pulled away. You were back and that was enough. 

You snuggled close to him, he smelled like home. His embrace felt safe. His heartbeat.. you could feel it. You could hear it. A rhythm you knew so well that you fell asleep on whenever you were on his chest. 

I’m home. 

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Added Extras (Puppy Week Collab)

Summary: Changkyun knew there was a chance that you would disagree with his decision to bring home the stray dog, but neither of you were quite prepared for the impact she would have on your lives.

Pairing: Im Changkyun x reader

Genre: puppy au / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Today is the last day of Puppy Week! I hope you have all enjoyed this collab @goodnightkisseu , @this-song-thats-only-for-you and myself have created! I truly enjoyed sharing my stories and reading those by Ash and Sem <3

Word count: 1277

[Puppy Week Masterlist]

“Are you allergic?” Changkyun asked out of confusion, the hand he was pointing with towards a pet store falling to his side with your rejection.

You shook your head, shooting him a small smile. “No, it’s not that. It’s that we’ve only just moved in together. I want it to be just us for a little longer.”

He humoured your response then, but that was the only excuse Changkyun had accepted. Over the last two years of living with you, any time he suggested getting a dog with you, it had never ended with a positive outcome. You didn’t have the time, dogs were expensive, you didn’t want hair all over your clothes. The list went on and his shoulders were permanently slumped whenever he saw a puppy.

It was clear that his girlfriend didn’t want to raise a dog with him.

Or any animal, so it seemed. He had suggested a cat one time, not that he had initially wanted one. There was nothing wrong with cats, and you had confirmed that as well. You just didn’t want one.

And so that was why Changkyun was relieved to come home and find you still out for the day, rushing into the spare bedroom with the heavily pregnant stray dog, unable to leave her out on the street with the heavy rain forecasted tonight. He would simply hide her in here and if you so much as complained, he would assure you it was for only one night. He would take her off to the local shelter for assistance first thing in the morning.

He knew he had to make her comfortable though, and dashing into the hallway cupboard, he pulled out multiple blankets, creating her a bed that the dog was grateful for, plomping her exhausted body down upon it soon after it was ready. Changkyun then offered her some food and water, which the dog seemed all too happy to accept. It made him smile, despite the tears that had been threatening to fall in his eyes ever since he found her.

The world didn’t deserve such beautiful creatures like dogs.

Since he knew he would only have one night with her, Changkyun put his uttermost in keeping her calm, warm and comfortable. He sat by her side and let out a shaky breath when she lowered her head onto his lap, her eyes warm and appreciative.

He had never fallen in love so quickly in his life.

So it startled him when you walked into the apartment calling out his name, leaving him frantic on what to do. He wanted to move and talk to you first, but with her head still on his lap, he didn’t want to disturb her either. There wasn’t enough time to prepare so when you opened the bedroom door after following his call, he merely raised his hand in an awkward greeting.

“Uh, hi,”

You were silent for a moment, blinking slowly as you soaked in the situation. And then you expelled a huff of air. “Explain.”

“I found her in the alleyway trying to find a place to settle down in. The rains supposed to be real bad tonight, Y/N, so I brought her here. Tomorrow I’ll take her to the shelter and-”

You shook your head, pointing to the dog. Changkyun was confused; couldn’t you tell she was pregnant? Did he really have to explain that? You placed your hands on your hips. “Why is she laying on my favourite throw blanket?!”

He scoffed, looking down at his new best friend and then back up at you. “I grabbed what was on top. Can you not see the state of her?!”

“We have a bunch of other blankets, Kyun. Ones that are more suitable for a pregnant dog. She sounds like she’s in labour with her heaving too! I swear if she starts to give birth-”

Just then the dog let out a groan, lasting for quite some time as she shifted her body into another position. Both of you were frozen for a moment, eyes wide with the sound.

And then it was go time. You dashed out of the room as Changkyun repositioned himself onto his knees, helping the dog as she rocked her back end around. You reappeared with towels to prop under her, kneeling down there on the ready to assist her in any way. You glanced up at Changkyun then, giving him a determined look and he nodded, focusing on encouraging the dog gently.

She laboured for almost an hour when the first puppy was born, rolling out into the world and right onto your blanket, missing the towels completely. Mama dog started to lick at her infant and Changkyun looked up at you with blurred vision, recognising as he blinked through his emotions rapidly that you were crying too. The smile was wide as you both inspected the puppy, falling in love with the tiny life right before you.

“How many do you reckon she’ll have?” he asked you and you looked at the large dog that you held a gentle hand over and shrugged.

“I don’t think her litter will be too big.”

You had been right, after pushing out another two adorable little puppies; it seemed that her family was complete.

Changkyun marvelled at them as you gently picked up the puppies to check they were all healthy as they could be. Your smile was wide when you placed down the last one, giving a pat to the mother dog now relaxing with her children that were suckling from her milk supply.

“What a good girl, I’m so proud of you,” you told her softly, which the dog responded to by giving you another of her warm looks. Changkyun was certain you had fallen in love with her as much as he had.

All the same, as you both left the canine family to bond and rest, cleaning up yourselves in the bathroom adjacent, Changkyun glanced over at you anxiously. “Tomorrow…”

“You can’t expect her to get up and go to the shelter after giving birth so soon in our care. She clearly feels comfortable her to have gone into labour. You did the right thing.”

“So we’re keeping her?”

You smiled lightly, turning to look at him with a stern look. “Was this your plan all along? How did you know I would be a sucker for a stray animal?”

“I didn’t have a plan, I genuinely just wanted to help her,” he confessed, and you nodded, slinging your arms around his neck.

“I know, I’m teasing you. Though, you do owe me a new blanket.”

“That’s an easy fix,” he murmured before kissing you and you both went back into the spare room, kneeling down to watch on fondly.

You let out a small sigh. “I’m a Mum now.”

Changkyun grinned, pulling you into his arms as he looked on at two of the puppies blindly fighting over one teat. “Did you ever think you would be one so young?”

“Wait, my child just gave birth, so does that make me a grandmother too?! I don’t think I’m ready for that!”

“I think it makes you blessed. Thank you for accepting her, Y/N.”

You smiled, nestling into his side as you patted the mother dog. “She clearly was meant to be ours. Even if she came with extras.”

“Are we keeping them too?” Changkyun wondered, and you nudged him with your elbow, a chuckle leaving him. “What, with the way you fell in love with her so soon, after raising them with her over the next eight to ten weeks, you’ll be smitten with them too.”

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