#one more of the bestest boys while i'm away from home

[dreamaze]

will flatter for food ♡     + after minhyuk won half the dishes:

[gyubaseone]

han yujin. intertwined

❛ no matter what, i'll be here for you ❜

pairings — han yujin x f!reader

genre — fluff, childhood friends to lovers

synopsis — highschool can be quite hectic but for these two, nothing could get in the way of their feelings.

warnings — none! third person pov, lowercase intended, not proof read thoroughly.

word count — 2,143

notes — i'm so sorry to pull the f!reader once again, i'm still getting used to writing with gn pronouns since i dont usually do imagines.. but i hope this was okay ! thank you for all the love on my gyuvin fic <3

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starting high school was hard, especially as someone who is perceived as quiet. but it was easier for y/n knowing that she had her childhood best friend, han yujin, by her side.

they had been friends since diapers basically, their families being close friends for years. every big life event, they went through it together. all the times y/n cried, he was there for her even if he never truly knew how to comfort her. he was always the bestest friend someone could ask for.

so why was there this envious feeling that pitted in y/n's stomach when he started getting caught up in school events and gaining more friends than her when they entered highschool?

she should be happy that he's fitting in, he deserved all the attention he got. han yujin was one of the most liked students in the grade. with his popularity, soccer and dance skills, and — of course his good looks ; who wouldn't want to be his friend?

but that envious feeling kept on coming back whenever he had to skip out on eating lunch with her because "the soccer team is going out to eat" or whenever he told her to go walk home alone since "his friends wanted to hang out".

she was happy for him, but the idea of him slowly slipping away from her grasp made her heart ache. because the truth was, y/n had a crush on yujin. she had been having those feelings for a while now, maybe before she even realized it.

he was always there to cheer her up and gradually became one of the only things she enjoyed about going to school. whenever he took her to buy snacks, when they played games together, when they went to the park together, and his smile. especially his smile.

y/n sat down in the library since she hadn't fully adjusted to being in the cafeteria. sure, she had made some friends — but she wouldn't call them her close friends. even so, she hated loud noises and the cafeteria was filled with them.

just about now, she expected that yujin would enter the room to tell her about any plans his soccer team had made up to get him off campus for the period which left her all by herself.

as she took a bite out of her triangle gimbap, looking up from her notebook — there he was. the dark-brown haired boy who had been able to swoon her without even knowing it, walking through the doors in a black t-shirt since he most likely just got out of gym.

"y/n!" yujin called out, waving his hand in the air as he jogged over to her, "sorry i'm late, the showers kept being hogged. i didn't want to stink up the library, y'know."

"uhm, i think i know?" y/n questioned her answer, she knew absolutely nothing about sports. "wait, so you're actually going to eat lunch with me today? surprised you don't have anything going on, you've been so popular recently."

"what can i say? i'm quite the catch," yujin shrugged his shoulders with such a smug look on his face, "and i cleared everything! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, i missed you."

he missed her. han yujin missed her. why was she freaking out on the inside? it's not like they haven't had a conversation before. but it felt different, like his tone had changed from the last time they had spoken. "cool," was all y/n could mutter as she tried to cover her rosy-tinted cheeks with her lunch.

but just as y/n was lost in her own world, yujin had gotten a message on his phone. here it goes. "oh my gosh... y/n, i—" he attempted to speak up before y/n shut him down, already knowing what he was going to say.

"go, it's okay," y/n assured even though her heart was breaking little by little. he had friends, other friends than her. it's not like he could spend all his time with her, it was ridiculous. but why was there this feeling inside her that wished he did?

"i'm so sorry, gyuvin hyung broke his leg and now we have to go over the plays again before the game," yujin explained, getting up while stuffing his phone into his pocket, "you'll be at the game on saturday, right?"

"well, i have nothing else to do," y/n slightly smiled, attempting to relax her back from all the tension she felt, "i'll be there for sure."

"great, i'll see you later!" yujin waved at her as he started walking away before he slowly disappeared into the hallways.

y/n was more used to it now, and she would probably have to accept it at one point. yujin was moving on with his life, experiencing new things. high school is meant for new experiences and it seemed like yujin was going through many things.

what she didn't expect to see? him and one of the cheerleaders hitting it off after he scored the winning goal during the soccer game. oh, how she wanted to shout his name after seeing the way he rebounded the ball and got the last goal ; but then she saw him with her.

she never really tried to learn the names of the people surrounding her, another flaw y/n had. all y/n knew was that yujin was hugging her and that she was jealous? envious? oh, same thing.

and from that day on, y/n would attempt to distance herself from yujin as much as she could. it wasn't like he would notice right? he had all his soccer friends and that girl he hugged. can she give up on the girl already?

it's not like yujin was her property, he was his own person. maybe in a way, to let him flourish ; she had to find her own path without him. maybe, this was just her way of masking her feelings for him in a way where she wouldn't have to get hurt.

one thing y/n didn't think about was how yujin would react to this. all this time, she was in her own world overthinking every single little thing. her bestfriend, who knows her and could read her like a book, was upset to say the least.

he thought she was acting weird at first, but didn't think anything of it until it constantly kept happening. all she would do is greet him and suddenly walk off without saying anything else. it was unlike y/n, she would always be the brightest girl whenever he was around.

it was one of the things he liked most about her, her smile. the way her eyes became cresents like the moon whenever she smiled, her lips curving up and the way her nose scrunched up in the most beautiful way.

maybe there were many things he liked about her. yujin could probably go on a tangent about everything he liked about y/n, the reason he smiled so brightly. it was her. so there was no way it was all in his head that they could've possibly had a spark there, right?

so when yujin found the girl asleep in one of the classrooms after failing to study for her biology exam ; he knew what he had to do.

oh how yujin slowly regretted his decision. he didn't want to wake her up, seeing how peaceful and pretty she was when she slept even if she was drooling all over her textbook.

but he knew if he didn't do it now, he would probably be even more distanced from you and he did not want that one bit. so he did what he dreaded doing and woke up y/n from her nap.

"y/n... psst— wake up," he whispered softly, poking her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up but nothing, "there's free food in the cafeteria!"

"huh? free food?" y/n suddenly jolted awake, looking around the room in a daze before her eyes landed back on yujin, "oh... it was a lie, wasn't it?"

"yeah, i knew that would wake you up though," yujin let out a laugh, sitting down in the chair next to y/n, "i'll get you something after school, i just need to talk to you for a bit."

god, there was that smile again. the smile that could make all the problems in the world disappear. why did he have to be the one with it?

"yeah uh— what did you want to talk about?" y/n snapped out of her thoughts, shaking her head slightly before fixing up her hair, "is it important?"

"you could say that..." yujin fiddled with his fingers for a moment, hesitating for a moment, "i just.. i feel like we haven't talked in a while, is everything okay with you?"

"yeah... everything is fine," y/n nodded her head in assurance. no everything was not fine. but she couldn't say anything about him hugging a girl, that would just be crazy. "i've just been a little busy, that's all."

"are you sure?" yujin questioned once again, "i feel like i barely see you now, i missed you and talking to you.." gosh, there it was again. he always knew the words to say.

"yeah, i'm sure... everything is fine," y/n repeated once more, giving yujin a smile that made him feel fuzzy on the inside. she watched his shoulders suddenly become tense before speaking up, "is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?"

"gosh, am i really going to do this now..." yujin looked to the side, taking a deep breath before searching for something in his pockets. "can you close your eyes for me?"

y/n looked at him confused before closing her eyes, feeling yujin's touch on her hand as he pulled it out and opened it up. right after, he placed something on her palm. "alright, you can open your eyes now."

this wasn't real right? this moment was just a figment of y/n's imagination. because why was yujin's nametag in her hand at this moment? she truely thought she was hallucinating, staring at the nametag with 한유진 embroidered on it.

"when we went to get our uniforms fitted, i had an extra nametag made.." yujin spoke in a shy tone, "and i just decided to... give it to you."

"so what does this mean?" y/n asked, wanting clarification for the sudden gift, "do you...?"

"oh so you're going to make me say it? the nametag was supposed to say it for me," yujin joked, hearing y/n's laugh that he loved so much, "fine, y/n... i like you, like a lot."

"that's better, i guess i like you too," y/n grinned, glancing at the sour look on yujin's face when she spoke, "i'm kidding! i like you a lot... and your smile too."

"truth is.. i thought you had a thing for that cheerleader you hugged on saturday," y/n admitted after all the time she spent hiding away, feeling a sense of relief after letting it out. "i was... jealous, okay? that's why i haven't talked to you."

"wow! i knew there was something behind it!" yujin pointed a finger at y/n like a little kid with his mouth gaping, "that's so silly... she's a senior, why would i date someone that much older than me. if anything, she gave me dating advice."

"oh.. yeah well— you've been so busy recently and i don't know what to think anymore!" y/n got off her chest, letting out a sigh after the long sentence she spoke without breathing.

"oh, now you wanna say all of these things? see, i can read you like a book, i knew it!" yujin clapped his hands at his knowledge of his best friend, laughing while y/n looked away out of embarrassment.

as y/n was looking away, she heard yujin's soft laughs slowly fade away before feeling him take a hold of her hand which made her look his way. gosh, he was looking at her with that cheekily smile again and those shining eyes.

"no matter what, i'll be here for you," yujin spoke sincerely, intertwining their hands together, "even if i can't spend time with you, i'm always here for anything you need. i'll drop anything for you."

"well..." y/n opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, leaving her with only one choice. she looked at her uniform, taking off her nametag from its spot and placing it onto yujin's other hand that wasn't holding her hand. "you better get me another one before i get scolded."

and that was it. or maybe, it was just the beginning? they're young, who knows where their relationship could go from there. kind of cute if you think about it, two students intertwined together. she fell for a smile that she gave.

© gyubaseone — please refrain from copying, translating, reposting, or claiming my work as your own.

[ch1fxyuu]

somebody to you ; 01

parts: 01. 02.

Itadori Yuji.

Your longtime crush. Your childhood sweetheart.

When he introduced you to his newest friends, Megumi and Nobara, your heart warmed up at how his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about them and how he ran up to them while grabbing your hand, overjoyed like a small kid.

Weeks turned into months, and months into years. Now, today, you planned on confessing your feelings to him. Little did you know, his spikey-haired friend, Megumi, kind of guessed that you liked Yuji. For a long time now.

Yuji had the purest heart you had seen, and though he was as warm as the sun and radiated his sunshine energy to everyone around, you knew he felt lonely. He had always felt like he had everything but the love of a family, with his grandfather gone as well, until he found a family in the company of his friends. You, were indeed special to him, but the boy was too oblivious to think and differentiate his feelings.

A bit too oblivious that his response to your confession left you dumbstruck.

"Really?"

The strawberry-haired boy looked at you with a grin on his face.

"I like you too, Y/N! You're the bestest of all best friends I've ever had! But Megumi and Nobara are close to my heart too.." He drifted off, glancing at the two who glared at him in shock.

Leaving you blinking in disappointment and embarrassment. The two others had the same reaction as you.

Was he trying to say he saw you only as a friend or was he dumb to not realize you were confessing to him?

'I shouldn't have said anything..' you thought.

"But you've a special place in my heart too, Y/N. You're a really good friend!"

Yuji flashed his teethy grin to you, while Megumi raised his hand to smack him from behind, as Nobara held back her urges to throw her purse at the dumb boy.

You sighed, looking away while you felt a tad bit disappointed. Clearing your throat, you bit your lip awkwardly. Embarrassed, and even more flustered due to his friends witnessing your awkward moment, you wanted to go home and question your choices today.

"I'll go home. I just remembered my mom telling me to grab some groceries on the way back. See you later," was all you said before awkwardly walking out of the scene, leaving behind a confused Yuji.

"Huh- okay, Y/N! See you tomorrow!" He gave you a big wave before turning around to face his friends.

"Fushiguro-"

Megumi immediately smacked his head with an irritated expression. "Are you stupid?" "What was that for- oi, Nobara!" Yuji grimaced as the said girl pinched his sides. He looked at the two with a stupidly innocent face. "What did I do?" "She confessed to you, you dimwit! And you threw off the entire confession! Did you really miss the point?" Nobara rambled, using her hands while she ranted for a dramatic effect. "She likes you more than just a friend, Yuji! She literally told you she liked you! She didn't mean that as a friend!"

"Eh?"

Yuji blankly stared at the two, while having the hood of his shirt dragged and held up by a silent Megumi, who had much to say but chose to glare at him instead.

"You mean she likes me?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

"You mean she LIKES me? Like, in that sense? Like a lovey-dovey sense? Y/N likes me like that?!"

Nobara sighed in exasperation.

Megumi facepalmed. "Yuji, do you like her back or not?"

His question made Yuji stop and think. Of all the times you had been a little too kind to him. All the instances where you'd put him first before yourself, and cared for him like he was your treasure.

When you gave up all your academic opportunities because you felt like Yuji deserved it more.

When you let him cry on your shoulder all night long after his grandfather's passing.

When he fell sick and you took two weeks off school to tend to him.

When you got the news of him eating strange things and all the weird incidents that took place in your school one night, the way you scolded him for his carelessness before breaking down in sobs, thankful that he wasn't hurt as badly as his two other friends.

Yuji had mistook all this for simple, 'friendly' concern and selflessness. Especially when you would get jealous whenever he got confessions from other girls, he thought you were just being protective of him as a friend.

Then, it hit him.

You had been liking him for a long way back, and even his friends knew, except for himself.

"Fushiguro, I.." He began, his words trailing off. He clenched his fists and ran off, escaping his friend's grip.

"I gotta go and tell her something! Sorry!"

Nobara squinted her eyes at the running man. "We need to follow him," she muttered, receiving a nod from the other side.

[tmwcs]

hiiiiii reinna i love ur work it makes my day everytime i read it lmaooo <333

i was wondering if u could make a fic abt sunoo like youre the 8th member of enhypen and since youre not that girly or act cute like the other female idols instead kinda tomboy and baddie sunoo finds you annoying cos hes not used to it but the other members r fine. one day after dance practice (y/n and jungwon r roomates) saurrr jungwon told yn the tea abt sunoo hating her but yn secretly likes sunoo. So after jungwon left to go somehwere idk shopping?? Yn cried n cried n cried and u can basically use ur creative imagination for the rest 👻👻 pls make it smut at the end tho i love it 👻👻👻

Thanksssssss miss bestest ever writter everrrr!! 1!111!1 ❤️❤️❤️

"Ddeonu....."

@reyna-ohno - I hope i did you justice ;)

Warnings: unprotected smut, fingering, gossiping, enemies to lovers trope, some minor angst, cursing's, a little bit of hate sex....and i think that's it. to make it more believable, Y/n has her own room but is close with the members and allows them to come hang out. I wrote majority of this while i was on bedrest recovering, so i apologize this is not proofread.

"She's really not at all like the others..." Jake remarks as he sits next to Heeseung, noting that your behavior on camera, was very much genuine as you were no different than how you were off camera.

"Yeah she doesnt seem to be into that whole cutsie thing. Kind of refreshing actually."

"Yeah man, i think so too."

Everyone could relatively agree, to see you be yourself, it was new and fresh, and a delight to see. For Sunoo, it was an abomination.

While you were filming alongside Jungwon, while you were chic and stylish in your own manner, you opted for casual and simple flares of fashion rather than the traditional girly and fancy type. With a loose pair of jeans on, a fitted tee shirt with a matching baseball cap, you displayed your smile and laughter by having a good time being the only girl member in the band.

Watching from aside, Sunoo glares and rolls his eyes. Next to him, Sunghoon pops over and gives him a slight side bump to break the silence after noting the look of irritation on his face. "Whats got you all worked up?"

"Why can't she just be like the rest of the girls in the industry? She's not at all doing well on these weverse lives, people want to see cute girls being....cute...not relaxed and chilled."

"give her a break, she's just being herself man. Can't be mad at that."

"I'm not mad i just.....i just dont get it." Sunoo shakes his head as he turns and walks away with his arms crossed, obviously irritated by your lack of enthusiasm when it came to attempting to be adorable, much like your counterpart, Jungwon. For a young man to be far more agile in being cute in his mannerisms, more than you, that usually was an indicator that you were someone who was far too much of a hopeless cause. Truth of the matter, Sunoo knew what the public liked, he knew that fans liked it when idols did silly and cute things like finger hearts, squinting eyes while displaying a cat like smile, or making high pitched sounds. You didn't do any of that, nor did you attempt it, which caused him to wonder if you were going to be the downfall of Enhypen.

Finishing the live stream, you and the boys all made your way back home to the dorm where you nestled yourself in you room, conveniently next to Jungwon's, who had developed a close bond with, much like a sibling. Since receiving your room assignments, being the only girl, you got your own room, yet it was nice to have Jungwon right next to you, since it was easy for him to come in and out to visit all throughout the night to hang out or watch tv together. Tonight was no different, especially with the new episodes of your guys favorite tv show coming out.

*Knock knock*

"come in." you softly call out, and as expected, you watched as Jungwon brings in a plate of fresh hot hotteok, and tea.

"did you start it?"

"no not yet, was waiting for you."

"Ah."

settling in as he places the plate and two cups on the table, you both prepared to watch the latest episode. As the opening credits rolled, Jungwon took the opportunity to talk about the vlive from earlier.

"Hey so......only because i'm the leader.......but......does it bother you that Sunoo.....well....you know...."

Raising your eyebrows in confusion as you munched on the honey filled treat, you looked up and shrugged your shoulders slightly. "What do you mean?"

"You dont know?"

"Know what?"

Jungwon sighs as he curses himself for opening a door that he wish he hadn't. "nevermind."

"Nooooo...dont be like that....tell me."

"its just....well....he really doesnt like you......and he makes it obvious."

Stunned, your eyes grew wide as you felt your heart drop. "Oh....he does?"

"yeah......do you want me to talk to him about it?"

Shaking your head, you kept your composure as best as you could. "No...its fine.....i'm sure he'll get over it."

Jungwon smiles in return. "yeah, i'm glad you're not too upset about it."

But the fact of the matter was, you were upset....deeply. No one would know of it, since you were very much strategic in keeping it hidden, but you were quite fond of Sunoo....you actually liked him even....so much, that you caught yourself dreaming of him, fantasizing on what it would be like to snuggle up with him, going on dates, or just being in his embrace and smelling his cologne.

You held it all in and the entire night, one episode after another, you felt as if your heart was punching your chest outward.

...........

"Well, i'm gonna go to bed. we got an early morning tomorrow, so dont stay up too late."

"Okay." you feigned a smile as you watched him walk out. The moment you left the room, you hid yourself into the dimmed lighting in your room and began crying. You felt hurt. Did Sunoo really not like you? Why? You both hardly shared any words to one another. Yet it all started to make sense, for all the times you though back when you tried to make conversation, only to watch him side eye you as he would get up and leave the room. There were other moments too, such as whenever you would sit right next to him, and he'd let out an exhausting sigh, and get up to walk across the other side of the room to sit in a different seat. Initially, you didn't think much of it, you had thought he merely was just shy or just was not used to being around female idols. But now......it all makes senses. The man who you really wanted to be with....the one you admired from afar, day dreamed...the one you would do anything for, actually disliked you.....hated you......

Sobbing away into your kneecaps as you held your legs to your chest, you failed to notice that Jungwon had mistakenly left your door cracked open, not shutting it all the way through. With the bit of the dimmed lighting peeking out from the crack, the hallway remained pitch black with just a strip of the orange and yellow hue coming from your room.

Walking up after grabbing a bottle water from the kitchen, Sunoo strolls through the same hallway, all to reach his room at the end of the corridor.

hearing the faint sounds of your sobs, he takes a swig of his water and gulps it down as he sides eye the slivers crack in the door.

“is she….crying? What is her deal?”

sighing out in frustration, he took the chance to enter and see if he could get you to stop, considering your room was across from his. With all that sniffling and whimpering, it would be hard for him to get some sleep with your cries echoing in the hall. Walking into the dimmed room, he gently shuts the door behind him and walks further in. Breaching the opening of your room, he stands straight and leans against the wall while watching your pitiful state. Taking another gulp of water down, he rolls his eyes as he breaks the silence.

“you know if you’re going to cry, you can at least have your door shut all the way through so you don’t wake anyone.”

jolting out of your fetal position, you look up him with your tear stained face. Shocked, your eyes were wide and glossy, pieces of your hair remained plastered on your face and you softly whimpered out a few sniffles before stuttering out an “s-sorry….”

eyeing you down, he takes yet, another gulp from his bottle. Switching his gaze to the floor as he screws the cap back on, he crosses his arms before asking you the big question, merely because he grew curious after seeing your face.

“so…..”

confused, you sat there in silence and looked off to the side before turning back to him. “……um….s..sorry?”

sighing out as he rubbed his temple, he finally speaks out. It was soft yet firm, with a low tone….much lower than what he normally dispelled.

“bitch why are you crying?”

taken aback, your eyes became overflowing with the stinging of tears once more when you heard his harsh tone. Whimpering into your kneecaps again, he rolled his eyes in defeat as he regains composure and attempts this once more.

“okay okay look….just tell me why you’re crying. Can you do that? Hmm? Can you just stop and talk for a second? I’d like to eventually get some beauty rest.”

you shifted over and turned your back towards him.

“just go sunoo…….you’re not going to be the solution to any of my problems right now.”

“Huh…..”

gaining width in his widened glare, you heard his foot steps and thought he was walking in the opposite direction to exit the room. It wasn’t until you felt his weight plopping beside you that you realized he was sitting right next to you. Not only that, but the moment you heard his careless whisper, how his hot breath touched your ear, you knew he was far closer than he had ever been with you.

“Why is that?” He whispered into your ear. you shuttered as you felt an electric shock travel up and down your spine.

“stop! Why are you here? Why do you even care or try? I know you hate me…..just….leave me alone.” You broke down and began to sob as you lashed out the truth.

he didn’t deny it, nor did he try to argue with you on your statement, he did in fact, borderline hated you. Though hearing you say it aloud made him feel a certain type of way about it.

“you’re right….I do hate you.”

“could you please just go……..I….I don’t understand…I’ve never done anything to you….I’ve tried to be nice and I’ve always been helpful…..I’ve……I’ve don’t everything I could to make you see how much I care…” breaking down, you sobbed as you curled your body in.

“I know.” He admitted, nonchalantly at that, as if he knew all this time yet still found it suitable to hate you. But that’s as all about to change….

feeling his hand grasp your shoulder and turning you over, in a rather forceful nature, you gasped out in shock as you witness his frame hovering over you. His feline eyes staring right into your iris and a soft, very faint smile appeared on his pouty lips.

his pupils shift in random direction as he takes in y the sight of your face. Releasing a soft chuckle, he calmly speaks out.

“cute.”

caught off guard, he blinked in shock before uttering an “excuse me?” Bidding him to clarify.

“I said, ‘cute’. Does crying make you deaf too?”

“why are you being this way? I don’t get it…..”

“welcome to my world."

"What is your problem!?" you snapped. you've about had it with his cocky attitude and the lack of sincerity in his tone. Yet the moment he pinned you down as he leaned further in, with his nose pressed against your cheek and his hot breath grazing against your lips, you were shocked still.

"you know, you put on that act to behave like one of the guys. you act cool and casual, and you treat all aspects of being a girl as something that is beneath you. yet look at you now.....crying and looking so adorable......so soft....all your feminine features coming out with each tear drop you cry out."

"ar.....are you toying with me?"

"Maybe.......is that bad?.....is that something that bothers you?"

Shrugging from left to right, you try to break free from his grasp as he began to hold on to your wrists. "huh....you're even cuter when you struggle."

"stop it! get off of me!"

"I will.....if you can get me off." he smirks with that sly smile that he was known for. You gave in as you break down from feeling the immense different in strength. Despite being the carefree and adored idol he was, Sunoo was indeed still, a man.

"Why .....just why....?"

Smirking once more, he leans further in and pauses just before his lips are met with yours. "ddeonu" he whispers.

You raised a brow in annoyance as you whispered back. "is that supposed to be funny? like a joke?"

Once more, he whispers back "ddeonu....you tell me...." smiling and smirking against your lips, you faintly smile back as you feel his grasp loosen and soften up, with his finger tips stroking your skin.

"do. you really hate me?" you asked.

Before he could answer, you softy whispered and cut him off. "let me guess.....ddeonu?"

His eyes widening for a moment, he whispers firmly and tells you, "say it again."

Leaning slightly upward, you softly tell him......"ddeonu....."

His lips lock yours in. His hands eagerly roam up and down your body. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you feel his grope slightly shift your body upward from the overwhelming sensation of his soft skin traveling all over your stomach, your breasts, and your ribcage. breaking the kiss to catch his breath, ultimately allowing for you to do the same, he breathes out his gasping words as he rips your buttons apart.

"Whine for me....little girl."

"No Sunoo...."

"Do it."

Kissing you, he shoves his hand down your shorts and flickers his two fingers against your clit. Just as he wanted, you whimper into his mouth as he holds your wrists down with one hand. "Whine some more." he breathes out.

Meshing his lips with yours, he rubs your slit up and down and presses his palm on it as he clams a grip and shoves his tongue deeper into your mouth.

Breaking free for a moment, you turn your head and gasp out. "God!.....I hate you i swear."

"Do you now? Tell me how much you hate the fox." he mumbles against your lips, as. he pulls down your shorts and panties, rolling them down past your kneecaps.

"Sunoo....." you whispered out.

Hovering over, he props his frame on his knees and pulls his shirt off, loosening his sweatpants, he leans back in and props his chest to remain heightened just above your exposed breasts as he uses his arm to stilt himself up. His hair loosely draping down as he eyes you with an intrigued glare.

"you look so cute when you cry...."

"........you're crazy."

"every sly fox is." he smirks as he kisses you once more, this time it was tender, and more gentle. Leaning all the way down, you relished as his body melts into yours, your arms wrap around his neck as you feel him probe your entrance. Gasping for air, you grip on to his shoulders and dig your fingers in as you feel him slide the remaining length inside you.

"Y-you...you're not wearing a condom." you breathed out, wincing your eyes shut as you felt the sting of him inserting all the way through.

"Don't worry.....i know you're a good girl....and you know i'm clean.....considering we're with each other all the time." he heavily breaths out upon feeling the pressure of your entry squeezing him as he bottoms out inside.

It was true, since you always had feelings for the man to your right, you never once paid any mind to all of your fans, the other idols, or staff that showed interest. You remained faithful to a dream that you never thought would have come, yet you stayed hopeful. The dreams alone, were enough to get you by, now that you were in this moment, it all felt surreal.

"Ah! You...you're too big!"

Kissing you tenderly, he begins to thrust slowly and deeply. "Yeah?....It might be because you're super tight." wincing at the last part, he grits his teeth slightly as he pulls out yet kept the tip nestled in before shoving himself all the way back in through.

"Fuck.....you're really tight......" breathing in deeply into your ear, he caresses both sides of your head and twirls his fingers with your hair as he softly kisses your helix, nibbles on your lobe and licks the inside of your ear canal.

"Ugh! ugh! Sunoo!" you gasp out as you release each pleasurably moan and bite your lip. Remaining in the missionary position, Sunoo props himself up as he lifts both your legs and rests them over his shoulders. "S...sstop." you shyly utter out as he positions you to be fully exposed and in his view. "Shhhh......be a good girl." breathes out as he reaches around one of your thighs and circles the pad of his thumb on your clit. With your hips dipping high and low with each thrust, he picks up the pace upon seeing how delectable your breasts looked as they jiggle up and down from his momentum.

"Oh.....shit....move like that some more baby girl...." he gasps as the sweat beads drip down and his hair glistens and becomes slick wet. "Move...baby....move some more...." thrusting in faster and faster, you lose breath as his bumping thrust instilled a raging sense of pelting pleasure that penetrates deep into your chest.

"Oh.......oh my god...fuck.......what.....what are you doing??...." you gasp out as you bite on to your finger as you shift your face off to the side, your body drenched with sweat as you take in thrust after thrust. Feeling him easily sliding in, you felt your body leaking the bit of moisture onto his lengthy shaft as his thrusts and friction caused it to thicken and cream up on the base of your opening, with a reside ringing around his length.

"Shhhh......take it cutie....fuck.......take it all." he gasps out as he thrusts in deeper, leaning back in as his chest rests atop your breasts, locking your lips in once more. Your moans started to pick up volume, so he swoops a hand and gently covers your mouth while planting his lips on your forehead, taking in the feeling of your face jolting up and down as he pelts you with his hip thrusts. "Oh you're so fucking good.....you know that?" he whispers as he kisses your sweaty brow line as you moan out your muffled answer into his palm. "keep taking it.....just......shit....little more......r-...right there...." gasping out a deep breath, he pulls out his shaft and watches as the slime of your body's lubricant and his pre-cum lines a bridge between your entry and his tip. Aiming for your breasts, he holds his shaft steadily in his palm as he releases and paints your chest with his seed. Chuckling as he catches his breath, he kisses your face tenderly as you whimper out, trying your best to calm your heartbeat.

"Can't get you pregnant....not yet.....staff and company wouldn't like that....." with a tender kiss, he softly rolls his tongue around, massaging the inside of your cheeks as he continues.

"but maybe.....a little later......maybe we'll make something as cute as you.....hmm?"

Tired, breathless, weakened and limp, you whispered out "ddeonu...." to which he laughs as he keeps his lips planted on your cheek.

"I do...."

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[obsessedwithjasonvoorhees]

Some more lore posts would be awesome, I'm interested in knowing what exactly Simon is doing/has done to Layla. I assume it's something terrible but Layla seems pretty chill about everything for the most part lol

just some main events chronologically i will mention in this ask, but more lore will be posted every now and again! thank you for asking

tw per usual of course, check tags and read under the break </3

4 years of age:

‧ the age he started viewing her oddly

‧ simon realized as she got older, growing personality that.. he didn't view her normally any longer.

6 years of age:

‧ campsite incident

- Layla, Simon, and marina (the two girl's mother) went on a camp trip, it was a reward if you will. Layla had just gotten a good report at school, so they wanted to celebrate. but, that night was the night Simon finally fell short of his.. "desires". grooming Layla for the first time, in the very same tent his wife laid.. doing said act right next to her. touching lay, groping her and feeling her to his hearts content. he ends up using her to.. "finish", as he rubbed against her smaller figure. If his "wife" had not been next to them, he would have gone further.

‧ giving her hickies disguising them as kisses.. being overall more s3xual with her, acting as if she was grown.

-making things unneeded s3xual for example, dress up.

10 years of age:

‧ marinas death.

-simon got marina hooked on what she thought were "sleeping pills", but night after night, month after month of taking these pills- getting addicted under her own nose, no clue on what was happening.. she suddenly passed.

13 years of age:

‧ Nick.

-nick. nick was well.. in simons eyes; a blockade. just another boy fad she was having and soon would get over. nick was a student in his class, a FAILING student. said failing student, trying to get with his teachers daughter.

-layla and nick were bestest friend at this time, her being popular within her regions of the school- they were seen as a "couple". this enraged simon, it irked him heavily. so much that one lunch period, she had come to get her lunch from his classroom- leaving nick behind in the cafeteria. this little visit ended up.. spiraling. well, SIMON began spiraling (per usual) and what he would still to this day label as "teaching her a lesson" took place. In that classroom was where he took her virginity, forcefully in the back of the classroom he stole it from her- the bleeding not stopping him from being rough with her.. being careless. this just a far away memory for her- wanting nothing to do with it.. she still will deny that of ever happening.

‧ over all once again, threatening and manipulating her until they ended up moving from their childhood home- having layla cut ties with nick- to the pleasantry of simon of course!

15-16 years of age:

‧ jaxon.

-jaxon.. god jaxon where would i begin. her and jaxon are.. ride or die persay! jaxon is one of her boyfriends, her latest most recent boyfriend. and is it really her boyfriend if simon doesnt hate them? because golly simon really hates jaxon! he sees jaxon as... demonic to be frank. his piercings, tattoos and life style absolutely repulsive to the catholic saint simon views himself as.. besides what is a 20 year old doing around a 16 year old girl anyway? sketchy if you ask simon!

- simon can think of one core memory of jaxon.. THAT night. that night he had to pick layla up (well, against her request of course..) from jaxons apartment. After she opened the door all the way, REALIZING she was caught- simon could see her fully. Her messy out of place hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.. paired with the hickies and her unkemptly thrown on clothes shouting WHAT had happened while she was over there. he was "rightly" furious! of course him forbidding her from seeing him didnt do much sadly..

annddd thats about it for now! thank you if you read to the end </3

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 166

Chapter 166: "Going Back Home"

I know Vincent reasons that Ray's guess about where the children are being kept was because the security would have an easier time keeping track of everyone there in that room, but I sorta wish someone asked Ray as to why he thought of that specific place and he just replied with "I dunno, just a hunch" instead as a funny callback to Emma's usual responses in the past.

Props to Cislo for helping out even after losing part of his leg. He can't do much with such a bad injury but every bit counts. Still haven't a clue how y'all managed to slip by the several thousand demon soldiers outside but whatevs.

Such an awesome entrance by Gillian and Zack. The farm was just seconds away from switching their power system back on so it's a nice detail that Violet was the first one to notice the duo, as Yuugo mentioned way back during ch99 that Violet can see well in the dark.

Casual reminder that I love Zack very much. The bestest GP boy.

As much I would've enjoyed seeing more of the wolfpack during the raid, having the story cut to them already finished dealing with the guards right after a demon wonders what happened to their defenses is just as good. Really proves how efficient this trio is.

The doors might've been pelted with several rounds of bullets mere seconds before the trio enters the room, but that doesn't make the idea of Emma kicking down the heavy doors any less impressive to me. She did something similar during her time running around the false GF house in the Seven Walls and I still get a kick out of it (pun intended).

Ah yes, a moment I was very much anticipating ever since Isabella was revealed to still be alive. The shock on the trio's faces was to be expected, as even I was surprised to see this woman return. They know exactly how troublesome she was as a mother, but now the danger has basically doubled with her new position as grandma and that thought alone is enough to make someone feel fear, especially with the way she's looking down on them. I dunno if "unbothered" is the right word I wanna use, but whatever kind of energy Isabella is giving off is strong indeed.

The trio ain't backing down though! They already defeated her once, so they're sure as hell gonna do it again! Even Isabella seems amused by the fire in their eyes. And probably relived that they did show up so she can finally move onto the next step of her own plan.

These poor kids being forced to run while all tied up. That certainly can't be easy. Thankfully no one trips. Or maybe they did and we just don't see it happen, in which case I'm sad because despite the intense situation they're all in, I probably would've laughed at that poor soul. We need a little humor here.

Favorite panel/moment:

Such an awesome panel that could've been made so much better if the speech bubbles weren't covering Don & Gillian! Aaahh.. and there's really no reason for them to escape either since the passageway to crossover into the human world is located at GF.

[magpiecaranthir]

What is the dumbest/worst injury Tinwe and her siblings have gotten in the 4th age?

OH OK GET READY BESTIE, I'm even giving you whether it was a dumb or serious injury. It's a long one, so everything is under the cut lol

Maedhros – dumb injury – I can see him go unscathed through the whole embodiment business. BUT THEN he gets curious of Bilbo and frodo and Samwise because what the fuck is a hobbit? He goes to their smial (yes they have a hobbit size smial in Aman. They like feeling at home ok?) And maedhros, our poor tall boy, smacks his head inside on a cross beam so hard he gets a cut on his forehead.

Maglor – dumb injury – he's restringing a harp for the fist time again, but pulls the strings too tight. One snaps and hits his eye and cheek. Claims to be blind, but all he's got is a watery eye and a red mark for a few hours. Bestest boy who tries not to accidentally kills himself after surviving into the 2nd age.

Celegorm – dumb&serious injury – After being reembodied he kept away from the forests for a while, but then he goes out to try hunting for the first time again. Curufin accompanies him (bc they refused to be returned without the other). But celegorm's reflexes are still a bit wonky, and so he accidentally shoots curufin instead of some rabbit. Curufin throws a stone at him and hits him in the head, leading to a small wound but big bruise. It's not as bad as it looks.

Caranthir – dumb injury – after embodiment he's got some issues with dexterity which is not ideal for embroidery, right? He stabs himself with needles so often his fingertips are constantly adorned with little pinpricks. One time he let's a needle fall from these very dexterity troubles and accidentally steps on it. tinwe has to get it out of his foot.

Ranyatinwë – serious injury – she's got these random hand tremors bc she never went through Mandos so those didn't go away, right? Either she tries to ignore them (as she's wont to) and does some cooking and slices off the first knuckle of her finger (it does get re-attached and heals again); OR she is painting something and falls a few feet off a platform she's using to get the upper parts of her painting done. Bruises aplenty for that one.

Curufin – serious injury – the aforementioned arrow shot by Celegorm. He's mad af at Celegorm bc never in his entire fucking life as Celegorm ever missed a shot, but now he misfires? Bullshit. He makes Celegorm take him to a healer and explain the situation without making it sound like some kind of kinslaying lol. It only hit his shoulder or upper arm, but damn that bitch hurt.

Amrod – dumb&serious injury – falls down a tree. That's it. I hc him as the more skittish twin after embodiment, so he hid in random trees. But since the bending of the world, aman got a whole slew of new animals, including bird species. One of them hides in the same tree and the new noise so close to his head startled Amrod, and he just. Flops down to the ground. Breaks an ankle, but it's an open break, so ouchie

Amras – dumb injury – burns himself with tea. He's also got dexterity issues after getting out of Mandos, and he kinda forgot how heavy a full mug is. Paired with being distracted by something (totally not tinwe's baby) the mug just falls straight into his lap and gives him some light burns bc my god that tea was fucking hot.

Bonus: fëanor – super fucking stupid injury – falls down the stairs bc he's babysitting and got upstairs for a moment. Baby cries, feanor runs but wears only socks, and slips down hald the staircase. Bumps and bruises Nerdanel has to put ointment on.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Let’s see what happened!

It's a good thing you realize it that what you did was wrong and how Monaca truly manipulated all of you but I do want to ask...

While in Towa City; I found some journal entries by all of you....

Yeah... we figure we write down stuff when we die as kids and when we killed our parents; just to get it out of our system.

*files the pages of the file and pushes it to Masaru* So if you can, can you explain this?

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Memoirs of Masaru Daimon

Uuuwhoaaa! My heart is pouuunding! Haha, I'm lookin' forward to it! Is the paradise ready yet? A world without a single Demon! I can say "weenie" and "poop" all I want! And no one's gonna tell me I'm gonna spoil my appetite by eating candy for dinner! Ahahahahaha!

For the sake of making the bestest possible paradise, I have to be the bestest leader! I'll lead everyone to victory!

That Useless Shitty Brat

I ordered my son to go buy alcohol. I even GAVE HIM THE MONEY. He comes back home EMPTYHANDED. He said something about not having ID or something, whatever. Who cares? I trained the boy. I made him go do it one more time, and he comes back with alcohol. The next day, the cops show up. Apparently the little shit STOLE IT! The brat HUMILIATED me. But I trained him good as soon as the cops left.

I hate my son's face when I'm teaching him a lesson. The smile he forces so that I'll stop hitting him creeps me out. He can't just cry or yell like a regular kid? Shit, I got myself a defective product.

It's my fault

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault… It's my fault I don't know how to buy alcohol properly. It's my fault that I cough when you smoke. It's my fault, and that's why Dad gets mad at me.

I'm sorry for making you look like the bad guy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm the one who's at fault and I'm sorry I made you look like the bad guy. Please don't throw me away. Please stay with me. Please keep being my dad.

Diary

No doubt about it, Monaca is the best! As expected of the Mage of the "Warriors of Hope," lead by me. Just trust in Monaca, and even "brainrinsing" is easy as pie! As long as they wear the "Monokuma Head," everyone's our ally!

If this keeps up, the paradise will be completed in no time! And when that happens, I'll bring peace to the entire world next! And then, when I'm leader of the whole world, I'll make sure there's no more pain and fear!

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These were written by you except for the 'Useless Shitty Brat' which... I know it's personal but can you talk about your dad?

Ye-Yeah... I can do that...

My dad was a pretty bad person, Nagisa had told you all that all of us came from bad homes; we know Monaca had it the worse but it's not like we were any better.

My dad's name was 'Hiroshi Daimon', all I knew is that he work for a moving company; he has this truck and he transport stuff around but I'm not sure what it was.

I also notice you seem to hate alcohol and the smell of it; I guess your dad drinks a lot?

Ye-Yeah... he tends to drink, smoke and become violent; often he would throw bottles at me and hit me if I'm too loud...

I-Infact he often say a bunch of stuff too; like if you start to cry your a coward an-and he would bla-blame me for things... I-I just hated when he was drunk or smells like booze or when he smokes!

That sounds awful, your dad seems pretty bad...

Yeah... and the cops weren't much help either, I was stuck dealing with that for most of my life before Monaca suggested we kill ourselves.

[beep-beep-sunny]

I wrote two new chapters 🌈☀️🐢🤡

Chapter 4: Hank's My Best Friend Ever! 

"Okay Hank, this is very important.” I started to explain. It was nap time, so I had to whisper. I had my mat pulled up right next to Hank's. Hank had a big smile while he listened. He was always a good listener. Probably because I told lots of good stories. “My daddy likes boys.” 

“What else would he do?” Hank poked his cheek. “You're a boy, so if he didn't it would be really sad actually.” 

“No, no.” I waved him off with my cast. “I mean he likes boys like mommies like daddies.” 

“Woah.” Hank said. “That's so cool. I wish my daddy likes boys too.” I knew I could count on Hank to see things my way. My daddy was pretty cool after all.  

“I think my daddy should be in love with Mr. Tozier.” I explained and smiled a lot. It was such a great idea. 

Hank didn't smile, he looked worried. “But Frankie, he's our teacher.” 

“So, what?” I folded my arms. 

Hank seemed like he really had to think about it. That made sense because he was being silly. “It's weird.” 

“That's a horrible reason, Hank.” I shook my head. I really expected more from my best friend ever. 

“What if he treats you different?” Hank pushed his fingers together. 

I huffed. What a dumb thing to say. “It would only be good different cause he'd give me less work and maybe let me go home early.” I hadn't thought about any of that, but a teacher daddy had to have perks. 

“Woah.” Hank said. “Okay, what do we do?” I knew Hank was a good friend! Now I had a whole helper! We'd definitely make it happen!

“Well, I already tried this.” I proudly held up my cast. 

“You did that on purpose?” He asked, scrunching up his face. What was the big deal? It didn't even work. 

“And when I knocked over the kitchen.” I smiled wide. They were all very good plans, so the next one would definitely work! 

Hank frowned again. “That broke off the sink and now it doesn't fit.” 

“It was for a good reason.” I said. “My daddy needs love!” 

“I guess so.” Hank still pouted, so I made a funny face and oinked like a pig. That's what Mr. Tozier would do. 

Hank giggled a lot until a girl on the mat next to us said, “Shhh!” That just made us giggle more. 

We put my plan in action just after nap time. Hank went up to Mr. Tozier and got his attention. “Look, Mr. Tozier!” He said, then started trying to put his whole fist in his mouth. I had to try really hard not to laugh. At first, Mr. Tozier watched, but as I expected, he tried to stop him after that. 

That's when I made my move! I slipped behind the cubbies on the wall. There was just a tiny little bit of space, but I slipped in like a super spy when no one was looking. I could still see everything! My plan was working perfectly. 

A few minutes later, everybody got their bins from the cubbies to start working. Hank went straight back to Mr. Tozier. “Excuse me, Mr. Tozier?”

“What's on your mind, Hankster?” He winked. I sighed. What was my future other daddy doing giving fun nicknames to other little boys? Very inconsiderate! 

“Have you seen Frankie?” Hank asked. The smile grew wider on my lips. I tried hard not to giggle. Mr. Tozier's smile went away completely. He hopped up and started looking all around. I held my breath. He checked in the lockers. Good thing I decided not to hide there! That was a close one. He checked in the trash can. I definitely wouldn't have ever hid somewhere like that. Unless I got really desperate to think of a good spot I guess.

Mr. Tozier looked back at Hank. “Hank, do you know where he is?” I crossed my fingers in both hands. Hank, please don't be a tattletale at a time like this! “If you do, please tell me. Neither of you will be in trouble.” 

Hank shook his head. “I think you could call his daddy.” Hank added. Yes! I knew Hank was my bestest friend ever for a reason! We did it! My daddy was about to meet the love of his whole life! 

Chapter 5:  They Meet and I'm Cute

It got a little boring waiting in my hiding place. My back hurt too because the plug on the wall was poking it, but it was all worth it for my daddy! 

Mr. Tozier had been pacing around and Hank was obviously trying really hard not to look over at me. He was doing a very great job. 

It felt like forever and ever, but finally I heard someone stomp in the room. Daddy! I could tell it was him. I was so happy I almost gave up my hiding spot. I put my hand over my mouth just in case. 

“Unbelievable.” My daddy said. “Your one job is keeping the children in your care safe and my child breaks his arm and then goes missing! I hope you don't like your job.” I frowned. This wasn't right. They were supposed to fall right in love at first sight!

“Sir,” Mr Tozier started talking, surely he would fall in love with my great, awesome daddy! “With all due respect, this is not an easy job. They haven't replaced my classroom aide since he quit.” I remembered Ms. Ramsey. She snorted when she laughed. I always wondered when she'd come back. “Trust me that the welfare of my students is the thing I care most about.” 

“So, is it just my son that you are lax with?” Daddy said, still sounding angry. This wasn't good! 

“No. I care very much about your son.” Yay! I knew I was the favorite. He'll definitely love my daddy just so he can be my other daddy. I'm so cool. “I've actually been very worried about him. He's been acting out a lot.” More like I've been trying really hard to get you two knuckle sandwiches to be in love! Give me a break. 

“Of course he has been with this level of instruction and look at this deathtrap!” My daddy held up the broken part of the play sink and waved it around. 

“Frankie broke that actually. He just shoved it over while other kids were playing with it.” I smiled, a little proud even though that plan didn't work. 

Daddy frowned and crossed his arms. He had the line in his face he got when he was worried and the other one he got when he was mad. “Well, can't you watch him better? If you just-” Daddy put a hand over his mouth. Mr. Tozier put a hand on daddy's shoulder. It was happening! Frankie Kaspbrak you genius! “I'm sorry.” Daddy said. “This just isn't like him.” 

“From what I understand, he's going through a lot right now.” Mr. Tozier said with his kindest tone. 

Daddy gasped. “Are you trying to blame this on the divorce? You're the one that lost my son!” Daddy's voice squeaked like it did the time I found a baby rat and brought it in the house as my pet. 

“I'm not blaming it on anything.” Mr. Tozier was so calm. I wanted him to make a cool animal sound so my daddy would stop being so mad. “I think he's probably hiding. It seems like it's been about attention. It's like he wants me to call you. Specifically you. I don't mean to pry, but has the divorce made it difficult for you to spend time with him?” That's not it at all! I do want to see daddy more and everything, but that's not why I was making these really smart plans. Clearly I was doing something right because it worked. 

“No. That's ridiculous. We should call the police. A kidnapper could be getting further and further away by the second.” No! That wasn't what I wanted at all. It was time to make my great reveal! They'd both be so happy to see me and we'd all laugh and smile together. 

I started trying to wiggle out of my hiding spot, but when it got to my arm with the cast with lots of decorations on it, it didn't budge. Uh-Oh. 

I added two new chapters to My Daddy Likes Boys a fic about Eddie Kaspbrak's son trying to get him together with his teacher, Mr. Tozier.

Read on ao3 or below!

Chapter 1: Two daddies?? Cool!

My daddy likes boys. I don't know why that's such a big deal. I'm not a dummy. I understand that they don't mean he likes boys just as friends like me and Hank from my class. Otherwise, mommy and daddy wouldn't have broked up. I get it. It's about in love. Like Aladdin and Jasmine. They aren't both boys, but that's okay. I'm sure there are other examples of boys I'm just not thinking of.

Mommy already sees other boys. Daddy comes to watch me when she goes on her "dates" and we watch Bluey on TV or play hungry hungry hippos. Daddy is great at games, but I'm better because I always win. Still, daddy deserves to play games with someone he can beat. Someone he can go on "dates" with. Maybe on a magic carpet. Daddy likes cars, and that's a very cool and special kinda car. I wanna ride on one. Maybe if daddy's boyfriend has a magic carpet I can ride in the backseat and fly up high. That would be cool. That would be super cool.

I started kindergarten in the Fall. I'm in Mr. Tozier's class. He wears funny, colorful shirts and does voices that make me laugh a lot. When we learned about animals he made all the sounds. My favorite was when he made the goose sound. Mr. Tozier is the coolest.

And a boy.

And daddy likes boys.

Then I had an idea. My daddy and Mr. Tozier could be in love! That's a great perfect idea. I just needed to find a way to get daddy and Mr. Tozier to talk. When they talked they would obviously instantly fall in love because they are both awesome and fun and they both love me. It would be the greatest thing to have two daddies!!

I started small. Daddy tells me every day that I'm brave and I decided to prove it. I made sure Mr. Tozier was close and I climbed up higher in the jungle gym than I had ever climbed. The other kids watched and some waved and giggled. By the time Mr. Tozier noticed how high I climbed and started running towards me, it was too late. I bent my knees like a frog. Mr. Tozier saying ribbit ribbit popping into my head as I hopped off the roof (where I definitely wasn't supposed to be) and fell hard onto the ground.

Plop

I yelled and yelled and yelled some more. How was I supposed to know it would hurt THAT much. Mr. Tozier reached me quickly with his kind blue eyes twisted up in worry. "Frankie!" He yelped. "How'd you even get up there?" He was concerned, but I couldn't help but notice he also sounded impressed. This was going perfectly according to plan even though my arm hurt a whole lot.

Mr. Tozier carried me to the nurse's office. "I'm gonna call your parents, okay? Just sit tight buddy." I made a froggy sound and his worry melted away just long enough to do an, admittedly much better, froggy sound.

He rushed out the door. Oh no. "Call my daddy!" I shouted after him, hoping it was loud enough. My voice was usually louder, but my arm hurt too much! I waited to let my tears fall down my cheeks for after Mr. Tozier left. He probably thought I was very brave. Mr. Tozier and daddy will talk about how brave I am all day long until they fall in love.

Daddy didn't come. Mr. Tozier must not have heard me. When I saw mommy come through the door with her arms stretched out like she was ready to clean my dirty cheek with her spit, I cringed a bit and then started crying. This time it wasn't from the pain. Well, it wasn't just from the pain. This was going to be harder than I thought.

Chapter 2: Frankie's Big Break

had a lot of time to plan my next move while I was at the doctor then at home. My arm was broken and got put in a huge cast. It's so hard and heavy. I drummed on the wall with it when mommy wasn't looking, she always told me to stop even though it made the best sound.

That made me think of my next idea. I couldn't keep getting hurt and going right to the hospital. I'd be off too much school and all my bones would be in casts until I couldn't move. I can't make Mr. Tozier and my daddy fall in love like that! I need at least one limb free!

When I got back to school, all the kids wanted to talk to me and sign my cast. I noted that I'd let Hank sign it first, after I talked to Mr. Tozier. Unless Mr. Tozier wanted to sign it first. Then he could. Sorry Hank.

Mr. Tozier sat at a big desk with papers all over the top. I could just see over it. He looked down at me, looking over his big thick glasses. He must have a really hard time seeing with glasses that big. My eyes are perfect, everyone says so, but daddy probably doesn't care about perfect eyes. I tried to focus.

“Frankie?” Mr. Tozier said. “What is it?”

“Next time I get in trouble, can you call my daddy instead of my mommy?” I said. I thought if I was as obvious as possible that he would definitely get it right next time.

Mr. Tozier's brow furrowed. “Well, you weren't in trouble, Frankie, but why do you want me to call your daddy? Is something going on at home?”

I really thought about it. No, not really. Home has been kinda boring. Daddy always looks sad when I'm with him, but mommy always has boys around all the time. I just want my daddy to be happy too. Not with lots of boys though, just Mr. Tozier. I didn't like getting used to lots and lots of new boys because some of them smell funny and have weird mustaches.

“Frankie?” Mr. Tozier asked. Oops, I'd been thinking too much.

“No.” I said quickly and walked away. I didn't even remember to ask him to sign my cast. I guess Hank could do it first after all.

After all the kids got done signing my cast with lots of cool things, Hank drew a dinosaur, I went to work. I knew daddy would definitely come if I was in danger, but it didn't work the first time. I decided I had to do something different. I had to get in trouble.

It happened at recess. Mr. Tozier was watching everybody, but I wanted to make sure he was watching me. I took a big breath in and let out a loud scream. Mr. Tozier looked up but so did everybody else. I'd have to explain why I was doing it to all my lots of friends later. They'd understand. With all my might, I pushed over the big wood play kitchen and all the kids playing house ran away. The play plates hit the ground over and over one at a time. It sounded like rain.

Mr. Tozier rushed over. Yay! “Is everyone okay?” The other kids nodded. When he looked at me, he didn't look mad. He looked worried. That made me worried too.

He took me to the place I go to when I get off my bus and had me sit in the big plush chair. Once he was in the other room, I got up and pressed my ear to the door. He was talking to somebody. I think on the phone.

“I think something might be going on at home.” Mr Tozier said. I sighed. Not really. Just call my daddy. Say I'm in big trouble. “Oh, a divorce? That's gotta be tough on him.” It wasn't tough at all! What was tough was getting my daddy and Mr. Tozier in one room. Ugh!

Chapter 3: Why Does Everybody Ask if I'm Okay??

How was I supposed to know they'd just make me talk to some lady? That is not what I wanted at all.

“Frankie,” She said gently like she was talking to a puppy. I'm not a puppy. “Can you please tell me how things have been at home?”

“Why does everybody keep asking me that!” I knew it wasn't polite to shout, but I was getting so frustrated! “Sorry, things are just fine. I'm happy.”

Even though I told her I'm happy she still looked sad. What was going on? “Are you happy when you're with your mommy?”

I felt a big frown on my face. “Yeah, I guess!” I folded my arms. Things were fine. Mommy was just kind of boring sometimes. She just wanted me to dress up nice and be polite. I was so sick of always being so polite.

“What about your daddy?” She asked.

I smiled. “Well, daddy is the best. We play games and watch TV but he's lonely and needs a boyfriend like my mommy has.”

The lady's eyebrows raised up like they were gonna bump into her hair. “A boyfriend?” She asked. “Maybe you mean a girlfriend.”

I rolled my eyes. “No! My daddy likes boys!’’

Talking to that lady was so pointless. She didn't even help me with how to get Mr. Tozier and my daddy together. I hoped I never had to see that lady ever again.

My mommy drove me home and fussed with my hair when she buckled me in. “What did you say to the nice lady?” She asked me.

“I told her daddy likes boys.” I explained, getting a little tired of always having to explain myself.

Mommy's eyebrows did the same thing as the lady. It's a little silly for her to be surprised. I knew she knew that already. She didn't say much else. She just got in the front seat and drove us home.

When Daddy came to pick me up the next day, I was so excited. It was the weekend and Daddy always planned a fun activity. I wanted to see the new Sonic movie and get lots of popcorn.

It was taking mommy and daddy a really long time to come get me in my room, so I hopped off my bed and sat on the top of the stairs looking down at them through the bars. They looked upset. They had angry eyebrows and folded up arms.

“You told him about your little perversion?” Mommy said. I didn't know what that meant, but what did daddy tell me about? Maybe about the big black cats at the zoo.

Daddy held up his hands. “No, I didn't tell him anything about that. I don't know how he found out.” Maybe not about the big cats after all.

“Well, tell him you don't. Tell him you like women like you're supposed to.” I opened my eyes really wide. Was this about daddy liking boys? What's the big deal! Mommy likes boys too!

“Daddy can like boys if he wants to!” I ran down the stairs to stand up tall next to daddy.

They both looked down at me with their mouths hanging open. Close your mouths, gosh! “It's not normal.” Mommy said in a calm voice. I was so sick of people talking to me like a puppy or a baby or something.

I held out my hand. “Daddy, I wanna go.” I didn't feel like talking about this. I had important things to do.

Daddy looked down at me, surprised. Mommy looked mad. They looked at each other for a few seconds before daddy grabbed my hand and we started walking out. I smiled wide.

“Wait!” Mommy called after us, but we didn't stop or look back.

We were gonna have a wonderful, awesome time watching Sonic and eating popcorn and then after that I would think about my next plan. Daddy and Mr. Tozier were gonna be happy if it was the last thing I did!

[theflyingfeeling]

Hi I'm terribly late to the domestic prompts and ignore this please if you don't accept and more but

Olli/Tommi and trying to surprise your partner with dinner, but you've taken on more than you can handle, running around the kitchen, water almost boiling over, the fish on the brink of being burnt. your partner comes home, appreciates the effort, giving you a kiss on the cheek as they lend you a helping hand (bonus if said partner is a chef)

and because I'm somewhat sneaky again can I throw in a hint of picking out wedding engagement rings and they both want to surprise each other over dinner and both asked Porko on the same day for decision assistance? 🥺👉👈

Hiiiiiiii 💜

This one took me ages due to four days spent in Stockholm and several days spent with a head ache + one day spent with a tummy ache, then I had a bit of a writer's block which my dearest @percervall kindly helped me overcome (in addition to doing a bit of beta reading <3), so I really really hope this is worth the wait and that you like it 🥺

and since you sneaked in another prompt I decided to sneak in a hint of Joonas/Joel and a whooooooole lot of Joonas Being The Bestest Friend 😌

(2901 words)

edit. forgot the readmore when I first posted this 😂 sorry if I managed to ruin anyone's dash with a long post lol

~

The salmon glared back at Olli from behind the glass at the supermarket fish counter. Doubting he would win the staring contest, Olli looked away and turned to speak to Joonas instead.

“How hard can cooking one of those be, huh?”

Joonas, in turn, pursed his lips and eyed the dead fish lying on crushed ice next to a slice of lemon.

“For an average person? Not very. For you? Well…”

Olli rolled his eyes. “I burn the oatmeal ONCE and immediately get a reputation of being a terrible cook? Thank you, Porko, you’re ever so supportive.”

“Naww, babe,” Joonas nudged Olli’s shoulder with his, “I’m sure that with my best salmon recipe, even you can succeed!”

“That’s not even half as reassuring as you probably intended, but thank you.” Then Olli sighed and clutched the handle of the paper bag he had gotten from the jeweller’s. “I really, really need tonight to be…special.”

“And it will be,” Joonas planted a quick kiss on his temple, “he’ll melt on the floor once he sees the ring.”

“Thanks for helping me out with it, Joonas,” Olli said. “You know Tommi is not big on jewellery.” 

Indeed, Olli was awfully grateful to Joonas, who had spent almost an entire hour at the jeweller’s with him, trying to decide on the perfect ring with which Olli would later that evening, if all goes to plan (which was easier said that done in Olli’s particular case), with trembling hands and a raspy voice ask Tommi if he was up for maybe spending the rest of their lives together, but no pressure, like, at all, totally cool if not, just a random thought!

“We couldn’t have found a better ring for you to put on Bear Boy. The rock hammer finish looks mad cool. I’m actually a little jealous, to be honest, so if Tommi by any chance ends up rejecting you–”

“You think he might?!” Olli almost dropped the salmon fillet Joonas had ordered for him while he had been lost in a reverie of what the proposal would actually be like. Should he get down on one knee? He’d probably sprain his neck, with Tommi towering nearly two metres above him. Would he start blabbering to the point that by the time he finally popped the question, Tommi would have fallen asleep on the couch? What if the ring wouldn't fit? What if Tommi wouldn't like it after all?

What if he’d say no?

“Seriously, Olli?” Joonas stopped him in the middle of the bread aisle. “You two have been together since the beginning of time, have lived together for five years, and you’re still wondering if he actually likes you enough to marry you? Be thankful I forgot to take a basket and have to hold all these groceries in my arms, or else I’d slap the fuck out of you right now, you silly boy.”

“But–” Olli frowned as they continued walking, “what if he’s not the marrying kind?” 

“Jesus, Olli, do you know him at all? May I remind you who was voted as ‘the most likely to marry their high school sweetheart’ at the end of senior year? Hand me that rye bread, will you? No, the other one, it looks fresher.”

Warily, Olli balanced the loaf on top of a carton of eggs that looked like it was going to slip from Joonas’ grip any second.

“I know, but–”

“And have you forgotten who the high school sweetheart in question is, hm? Listen, you’re so lucky I’d be green with envy if I wasn’t so happy for the both of you. Joel would probably just toss me the ring and tell me to ‘put it on, or whatever’,” Joonas harrumphed, making the lone blond curl that had escaped from under his hat bounce in front of his face.

Olli managed to forget about the agony caused by the proposal looming at dinnertime when he tried to visualise Joel and Joonas exchanging wedding bands, snarling insults at each other in between all the kisses and the vows. The mental image made Olli chuckle out loud.

“Right?” Joonas nudged him. “You’re gonna be fine, old friend, he’s gonna say yes, you’re both gonna cry–”

“Tommi doesn’t cry.”

“–and it’s gonna be romantic, and you’ll get married, and you’ll walk down the aisle to that song from The Return of the King–”

“Actually, I was thinking of the Star Wars theme tune.”

“And– woah, you’ll be so lucky if Tommi says yes to that.”

Olli couldn’t help but smile. The thing was, despite his occasional insecurities, he knew he was lucky to have someone like Tommi by his side; Tommi, who woke him up in time for work when he forgot to set the alarm or went to see nerdy movies with him even though Tommi was not “a movie guy”, as the man himself put it; Tommi, who loved him even though he was a scatterbrained, sleepy fool with mashed potatoes for brains most of the time.

“Yeah,” Olli grinned and looked down at the tiles of the supermarket floor to hide his dreamy smile.

“However,” Joonas said as he nodded towards a packet of coffee for Olli to pick up and add to his already wobbling tower of groceries, “if you still have doubts as to whether Tommi will want to lead your pretty little bottom to the altar, I can spill the tea on how to prepare the most mouthwatering lemon meringue pie Tommi has ever had in his life. In fact, it’s so delicious he might end up wanting to marry the tartlet instead.”

“That being said, am I gonna want to take that risk?” Olli asked, although by then he was less worried about Tommi’s marital intentions than he was about what ever the hell meringue was.

“Trust me, it’s– ah, hold on, someone’s calling me, can you get my phone for me?”

Olli had also heard the buzzing from Joonas’ backside and slipped his hand in the back pocket of the guitarist’s skin-tight jeans to fish out the smartphone. His face lit up when he saw Tommi’s name on the screen.

“Hey babe,” he answered  without hesitation and winked at Joonas, whose confusion washed away the second he heard Olli’s soft tone.

“Oh, hi. You’re with Porko?” the familiar voice asked at the other end of the phone line.

“Yeah, we’re, umm, shopping.” Olli knew himself well enough; he was a terrible liar and even worse an actor, so the less he told Tommi about the actual state of affairs, the better off he was.

“Cool, cool. Well, umm, can you hand the phone to him for just a sec? I, err, promised to help him today with his, his, umm, car. After work.”

“Okay?” Olli side-eyed Joonas before holding the phone to the man’s ear, his own hands still very much occupied with holding cartons and containers.

“Waddap?” Joonas said to the phone. “No, I have not. Yes. Yes, I’ll be there. It’s alright, I’ll see you then. Okay, bye–”

“Love you,” Olli called out towards the phone before Tommi hung up and the line went silent. “What’s wrong with your car?”

“Our car?” Joonas raised his eyebrows, then nodded as if he just recalled the conversation he had had with Tommi on the phone a second ago. “Ah, yeah, it makes this weird noise while driving.”

“You sure that weird noise is not Joel?” 

“I admit I haven’t thought about it, but I’ll be sure to tell him you said that!” Joonas smiled his brightest smile as they finally headed towards self-checkout. 

“Don’t you dare!” 

~

It’ll be easy, Porko had said.

There’s no way you can fuck this up, Porko had said. 

And Olli, like the gullible idiot he was, had believed him. Yet, there he was, sitting by the kitchen table staring at an alleged lemon meringue pie that looked like someone had eaten too much omelette and then puked it on a plate, a hollandaise sauce stuck in the bottom of the pot, and a salad with no salad in it because he had forgotten to buy any (also somehow Porko’s fault). He didn’t even dare inspect the state of the salmon, for the last time he checked it had looked rather dry and crispy, not “moist and juicy” like Joonas’ recipe had said.

It was supposed to be the most important dinner of Olli’s life so far, and now it was turning into a catastrophe. His only hope was that whatever was wrong with Joonas and Joel’s car, it wouldn’t be fixed before the pizza delivery guy would bring their actual dinner, one that Olli wouldn’t manage to ruin, unless he dropped the boxes when tripping on the kitchen threshold.

However, he hadn’t even dialled the number of their favourite pizzeria when he heard the front door being unlocked. 

“Hey, I’m home, sorry it took– what’s that smell?”

Olli slumped against the kitchen table and wailed in a way that would’ve probably earned him honorary membership in the blue whales’ karaoke club.

“A disaster!”

“Olli, what’s happening?” Tommi was now standing at the kitchen door with a concerned crinkle on his forehead.

“I… I wanted to surprise you.”

“Mission accomplished, I sure as hell wasn’t expecting coming home to…whatever this is,” Tommi gestured around the kitchen, including the miserable pie in front of Olli as well as the sink overflowing with used bowls, knives and whisks Olli had been too panicky to hide in the dishwasher.

“Yh,” Olli whined. His head was still resting against the tabletop but his eyes followed Tommi as he walked to witness the doomed state of the salmon.

“Is the oven on broil on purpose or..?”

“What?” Olli shrieked. “What does that even mean?”

“It means you’re roasting the salmon.”

“I’m what?!” Olli bolted up and joined his boyfriend by the oven where the man was already pointing his finger at the oven’s function selection knob.

“This means roast,” he told Olli with all his restaurant manager’s expertise.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that?! You’re always the one doing the fish!”

Tommi laid a calm hand on Olli’s shoulder. “Hey hey, it’s okay, let’s just switch the regular heater on, alright?” Tommi’s hand moved lower to rub Olli’s back while his other hand turned the switch to the left a couple of times and cracked the oven door open slightly to let out some heat. “You know what? I think it might have actually given the fish a nice, smoky touch.”

“Yeah?” Olli snuggled closer to Tommi’s soft body.

“Uh-huh. No harm done, baby.” Then a quick kiss was pressed on Olli’s forehead which a moment ago had been sweating with distress.

“Well, the rest of the stuff is still ruined,” he mumbled and wished he could hide somewhere inside Tommi’s sweatshirt.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about the sauce,” Tommi nodded as he examined the blob at the bottom of the pan. “The greens look fine, but what on earth was that supposed to be?”

Tommi’s finger was now pointing at the cursed mound of white and yellow mush that sat pathetically on a pie mould. 

“It’s a lemon merry…something.”

“A lemon meringue pie,” Tommi read from the back of a receipt from the supermarket on which Joonas had scribbled the recipe for him. “This is Porko’s, I assume?”

“How did you know?”

“Because only one of our friends would add a winking emoji after ‘whip until hard’.”

“And I whipped and whipped and whipped but the only thing that became hard was my arm when it cramped!”

“You tried your best, I’m sure of it,” Tommi reassured him with another kiss on his temple. “With meringue you have to be extra careful with egg yolk. Come on, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Olli wanted to complain when Tommi freed him from his warm embrace and walked to the fridge. After staring at its contents for a few seconds, he spoke again, his back still turned to Olli.

“You used up all the eggs, didn’t you?”

“There may have been a few failed attempts at separating the yolk from the egg white,” Olli replied, biting his nails.

“Another time then.” Tommi faced him again, and Olli wished he deserved the tenderness on the man’s face. Nevertheless, he let himself be pulled into another gentle hug and buried his face on Tommi’s chest.

“Or I’ll just let you do it all, like I’ve done until now.”

Olli could feel Tommi’s chest vibrate with laughter, then a few faint kisses left on the top of his head.

“The filling looks alright though, so you’re halfway there already.”

“Comforting,” Olli said sarcastically. Then again, he probably wouldn’t mind trying again, at least as long as Tommi would be there too to provide him with the meringue to his lemon pudding.

“What are we having with the salmon, by the way? Besides the veggies.”

Oh. Shit.

“Potatoes. Although…I haven’t even peeled them yet.”

More kisses were planted on his hair as Tommi pulled him close even tighter. 

“If I recall correctly, we have some fries in the freezer. Fish and chips, eh? I’ll prepare the tartar. How’s that sound?”

Olli would have preferred having his cheek pressed flat against Tommi’s chest for the rest of the evening, but when he lifted his jaw to look up at his life-companion, he realised it wasn’t as bad an option either.

“Sounds amazing,” he admitted and rose on his tiptoes to connect their lips.

~

Tommi’s soft red lips were all Olli could focus on most of the dinner, all he forced himself to focus on as to not become crazy while the ring burned in his pocket like he was an unsuspecting hobbit on his way to Mordor.

He waited until they had scraped their bowls clean off the lemon pudding Tommi had managed to salvage from the unholy mess of ingredients Olli had created, and just to buy himself some more time he offered to fill the dishwasher and find a container or a lid for the leftover fish. Once he was done busying himself with kitchen chores to the point he was wiping the tap for the third time, he finally put the dishrag away and turned around to find Tommi right behind him, ready to wrap his arms around Olli.

The kiss he was then given tasted faintly of lemon and the whipped cream Tommi had miraculously conjured out of nowhere to make the otherwise sorry-looking pie filling look a little more like a dessert.

“Thanks for the dinner, baby,” Tommi said with his voice all husky and low, sending shivers down Olli’s spine. 

“I think I might need some more practice, though,” Olli mumbled against Tommi’s mouth, making the other man chuckle out a quiet laugh. 

“You did well, in the end.”

“Thanks to you,” Olli whispered and nudged their lips together to urge Tommi to kiss him once more. 

They stayed like that for a while, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms tightly around each other, mouths working together, the only sound breaking the peaceful silence being the blissful sighs escaping their lungs every now and then. The dinner might not have gone as Olli had planned, but in the end he had ended up exactly where he had wanted to, so there really wasn’t much to complain about.

He could’ve easily stayed right there for the rest of his days, if Tommi would let him.

Would he?

“Tommi?”

“Mmh?”

“I… I got you something. When I was shopping with Porko earlier.”

“Oh yeah? A second dessert? Not with Porko’s recipe, though, I hope.”

Olli would have laughed at the remark, had his heart not been about to thump through his chest.

“No, I, erm… I got you this.” He squeezed his hand into his sweatpants pocket where he had hidden the ring before starting off his efforts in the kitchen, afraid he might forget it somewhere on display and ruin the surprise. 

Without the velvet box it looked sort of plain, but he hoped Tommi got the hint anyway.

“Will– will you marry me, Tommi?”

Olli’s mouth felt dry and his hand was shaking while he looked deep into Tommi’s loving eyes and waited for an answer. 

But instead of that, Tommi chuckled lightly and put his hand in his own back pocket.

Then he went down on one knee.

“I will, if you’ll marry me too.”

When Tommi’s hand reappeared from behind his back, he was holding a black band with golden rims that gleamed under the kitchen ceiling light. Upon seeing it, Olli realised it was the exact same ring he had tried on at the jeweller’s earlier that day, sighing as Joonas had commented how good it would look on him. 

A realisation hit him, and when it did, his face broke into a relieved smile. He saw Tommi’s do the same, his eyes glistening as he looked up at Olli from his chivalrous position on the floor. “Yes,” Olli barely had time to say before Tommi was standing up again and pulling him into a kiss that merged into breathless laughter and quiet I love you’s, into foreheads pressed together when they exchanged rings in a wordless promise to be there for each other forever, or at least as long as the universe would let them.

~

and here are the rings I had in mind for them:

(📷: Etsy)

(📷: Blue Nile)

[little-spoiled-brat]

hii could u do 26 & 1 swf with levi please <3

WRITING PROMPT # 34:

"please don't leave me"

"i'm dying"

pairing: levi x reader

cw: hanahaki disease, petra, mentions of death and blood but no major character death, angst, fluffy in the end

author’s note: this was longer than i expected😅

- returned feelings -

levi had been your bestfriend since you could remember. your dad were long time friends with his uncle so you were introduced to him at a young age — he was cold and rude to you at first but he ended up opening up to you more and being nicer.

you did everything together growing up, went to the same school, did dumb things, cried and laughed. you really were the bestest of friends.

as the years flew by, you’ve grown to have feelings for the stoic raven haired boy. however, you never dared to tell levi about it because he made it clear at the start of junior high that he would only look at you as a bestfriend — nothing more.

levi started dating your classmate, petra and of course, you were happy for him. you were glad that he found someone to love even if that person wasn’t you. deep down, you wished it was but levi looked extremely happy with petra that you didn’t dare to ruin his happiness.

“do you want to hang out and watch a movie tonight? mom and dad are on a business trip and i don’t want to be alone in the house” you said, spooning food into your mouth as levi hummed across the table from you.

”maybe some other time, petra and i already have plans for tonight. i’m sorry, brat” levi said as you forced a smile — of course, he already had plans with her.

“oh. alright then“ you said, you were hurt but you had to remind yourself that you were just the bestfriend and not the girlfriend.

you walked home with levi after school. well, more like followed him home as petra was with him. you didn’t even bother saying goodbye to him like usual when you reached your house. you were stupid enough to think that he would realize you didn’t say goodbye but no, he didn’t even notice.

you stayed in your room, doing homework when you suddenly started coughing. it only started as a coughing fit until it started to become blood and soon, flower petals.

you pulled out your phone to call hange, knowing how she’s into science and would probably know what’s happening to you while holding the bloody petals in your shaking hand. the phone rang three times before it connected.

“hange? what’s happening to me?” you asked, a bit panicked as you coughed up more blood. you heard her sit up upon hearing you cough nonstop.

”what? are you okay? is levi with you?” hange asked, a hint of worry coating her tone as you took some tissues from your desk and wiped your mouth.

”i’m coughing up bloody petals. i don’t know why, it just started today” you explained, taking a photo of the petals on your desk and sent it to her. hange was silent for a while — her silence told you loud and clear that she knew exactly what that meant.

“y/n, have you ever had strong romantic feelings for someone but never told them because you knew they don’t return how your feelings?” hange asked and your mind immediately drifted to levi. “why?”

“hanahaki disease is resulted by one-sided love. it can be cured by returned feelings or it can be surgically removed, however, your feelings for that person will also go away when you get it removed. it starts as petals that slowly turns into flowers until you eventually die” hange said and you froze, processing her words in your head.

”who is it, y/n?“ hange asked as you snapped back into reality. “levi. always has been“

you heard hange mumble an ’oh’, realizing the situation you were in. you were about to say something when you started coughing up even more petals.

“i can’t tell him about my feelings, hange. i don’t want to lose him and i don’t want to ruin his relationship with petra, he’s happy with her. i can’t ruin that” you said, coughing up even more until it slowly started to become full flowers.

”but you’ll die. i can take you to our lab and do surgery to get it removed-“ hange started but you gently cut her off. “no, hange. i don’t want to forget about my feelings for levi. i’d rather die that not feel love for him”

hange sighed deeply, accepting defeat as you heard her sniffle a bit. she mumbled an ‘okay’ as you closed your eyes tightly and stopped your tears from falling. you coughed again and you coughed your first full flower.

“i think i’ll go now. thank you, hange” you said, voice shaking as you stared at the full flower in your hand. “call me again soon, okay? i’ll see you tomorrow”

you put the phone down, tears blinding your vision as a pang of pain shot through your chest. you losing your life was better than levi losing his happiness.

meanwhile, levi was on petra’s couch. his arm around her as they watched a movie and coincidentally, it was your favorite movie.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom for a bit, m’kay?” petra said, kissing levi’s cheek as she stood up and disappeared into their bathroom. petra’s phone lighting up from receiving a call caught levi’s attention.

with furrowed eyebrows, he leaned into the table and saw the caller id. oluo with a heart and ring emoji. levi scoffed, standing up from his seat on the couch and leaving the house without another word.

“fucking shit” levi cursed at himself, his so called girlfriend was cheating on him the entire time and he failed to notice.

his mind immediately drifted to you and that was the moment he realized that he was searching for love at the wrong places when all this time, it was beside him. the love he was searching for, was with you.

levi started sprinting to your house, heart pounding in his chest from his realization. he bursted into your house with the spare key you gave him and ran to your room.

however, you were on the floor. a pool of blood and bloody flowers surrounding you — barely conscious.

“brat. brat, can you hear me?” levi asked, lifting you onto his lap and checking for a pulse. his breath caught when the weak thumps reached his fingertips. extremely weak thumps.

”levi?“ you asked, opening your eyes a bit to make out the faint outline of the boy you have grown to love all these years. levi called for help, hands shaking as he tried his best to stay calm while talking to the operatot on the phone.

“stay with me. the ambulance is on their way” levi said, cradling your body in his arms as you weakly snuggled up into his chest.

“i’m dying” you mumbled, closing your eyes as levi clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“tch. why didn’t you tell me you had hanahaki disease? i would’ve kicked the shit out of that boy until he loved you back” levi said as you weakly chuckled.

“why would you kick the shit out of yourself?” you whispered and levi froze, your words hitting him like a ton of bricks. you chuckled weakly once again, reaching a bloody hand up to cup his cheek.

“it’s always been you, levi. i didn’t want to ruin your relationship with petra because you seemed really happy with her” you said, taking a sharp intake of air as you coughed up more flowers.

“i didn’t want to get it surgically removed because i didn’t want to forget my love for you. promise me something and continue to be happy with petra” you said, eyes closing as levi shook you to keep you awake.

”no, y/n. i’m happy with you and i’m sorry it took me so long to realize that. please don’t leave me” levi said, tears falling down his cheek as you tenderly wiped them away.

“but what about petra?” you asked, levi‘s grip on you tightened. “she was cheating on me the entire time and i‘ve been so damn stupid to waste my time on her and realize this sooner. i love you, y/n“

“so please, stay with me“ levi pleaded and you smiled sadly at him, pulling him down to kiss his lips. tears also started falling down your cheeks as you clutched his shirt weakly.

“i love you too, levi” you whispered, losing consciousness afterwards. levi felt you going limp in his arms as he tried to shake you awake, yelling your name over and over again.

you woke up to bright lights, groaning a bit as a headache started forming from the sudden brightness that engulfed you. you blinked a few times to adjust your eyes when you suddenly felt soft lips on yours.

the familiar smell of black tea and lavender filled your senses as you kissed back. your eyes opened fully when levi pulled away, holding your face in his hands as he smiled at you.

“i love you” levi breathed, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead as you wrapped your hands around his wrists, softly caressing them with your thumbs.

“i love you” you said, tears filling your eyes as you connected your lips with his again in a loving kiss.

with levi returning your feelings, the disease was cured and levi gave himself the task of always making you feel loved because after all, you were the person he truly felt love for since the start.

[seconds-not-decades]

Time and Chase

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is a major throwback but we are kicking off my TUA series of fics all the way from season one so that this story actually makes sense. Or about as much sense as it can be. I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season one being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, cursing, and violence.

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On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got seven of them.

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The car screeched and lurched in front of the Academy. Luther got out with Allison in his arms and Five had Karina.

"Come on! Let's go!" Five told his siblings.

"I don't think she's breathing," Luther panicked as they all ran inside the house.

"If we don't get her upstairs, she'll die," Klaus added.

Diego went to retrieve Grace and Pogo while the others burst into the infirmary. The three joined them as Luther put Allison on one examination table and Five put Karina on another.

"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx," Grace examined Allison and then checked Karina. "She has a concussion and a laceration to her shoulder." She went to Allison's side again. "One of you will need to give blood to Allison. Luckily Karina hasn't suffered as much loss."

"I will," all the boys answered in unison.

"I will," Luther spoke. "I'm doing it. For Allison."

"I've got Rina if she does end up needing it," Five was applying pressure to her shoulder.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boys," Pogo stepped forward, eyeing Luther first. "Your blood is more compatible with mine." He looked at Five. "And your blood type wouldn't be compatible with Mrs. Hargreeves, I am afraid."

Grace began picking up surgical tools to prepare for the procedure on Allison first.

"Hey, don't sweat it. I…I got this, big guy. I…I love needles," Klaus volunteered casually. He went over to Grace with his arm out and he patted it. "And of course I'll save my sweetest, bestest sister-in-law if the occasion arises."

"Master Klaus," Pogo cut in. "Your blood is…? How shall I say this? Too polluted."

"Move," Diego switched with Klaus.

"Yeah," Luther nodded.

Five took a breath. "Go on."

"I'll do it for both of them," Diego took one look at the needle Grace had before he whimpered and his eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he fainted.

"Whoa!" Klaus winced.

Pogo was unfazed as he nodded to Grace. "Stick him."

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Karina groaned as she started to wake up. Her head was pounding and her shoulder felt incredibly sore, tightly wrapped with a bandage. She rubbed her eyes with her good arm, blinking to clear her vision. She slowly and groggily sat up, taking in her surroundings. Next to her, the table was empty.

"Hello?" she hoarsely called out.

Karina grimaced as she got down from the table. The whole house felt eerily quiet.

"Five?" she tentatively said. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

She wandered around the house a bit more, seeing a door was open. She heard voices and ended up descending down to find herself in a giant concrete, soundproof chamber. Luther, Klaus, and Diego were deep in discussion while Vanya was locked away, screaming and banging on the door.

"You locked up our sister because you think she has powers," Diego accused.

"No, I know she does. Pogo told me," Luther argued. "He's always known, and so did Dad."

"Why would they hide this from us? I mean, am I the only one that didn't know this place existed?"

"He hid so much from us," Klaus breathed out.

"He hid it because he was afraid…of her," Luther stepped forward.

"Oh, that's ridiculous," Klaus dismissed him.

"Is it? Dad's lied about everything else, why is this so far-fetched?" Luther pointed out.

"If you're right, then maybe she's the one who killed Peabody," Diego added.

"And cut Allison's throat and knocked out Karina," Luther finished.

"She didn't knock me out. Harold did," Karina cut in.

The three jumped and turned to see her there.

"You're up. Shouldn't you be with Five?" Luther asked.

"This looks more important to me. Why did you lock Vanya up like she's some circus freak?"

"For safety. She has powers and she hurt people with them!"

"Whoa, no!" Klaus threw up his hands. "Let's…I ju-sorry, just, let's go back, all right? This is Vanya we're talking about. Our sister. The one who always cried when we stepped on ants as kids!"

"Yeah, I know. I know it's difficult to accept-" Luther said, turning away from Karina.

"It's not difficult to accept, it's impossible to accept!" Klaus exclaimed.

"No, he's right. We can't keep her locked up without proof," Diego pointed out.

"Wh-What more proof do you need?" Luther remarked. "Karina is right there! Ask her!"

"That's not fair to me or to Vanya. You can't expect me to explain your sister, because I had no clue she had powers until recently so don't you dare throw me under the bus for it," Karina bit out.

"She's got a point, Luther. Why don't we just open the door and ask Vanya?" Klaus suggested.

"No, she's not goin' anywhere," Luther shot him down.

"No, even if you're right-which I am still not totally convinced you are-she needs our help, and we can't do that if she's locked in a cage," Diego whirled to face him.

"Yeah, and for all we know, she might be struggling with this new power. I mean, it must be scary," Klaus continued.

"Terrifying, really, to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do!" Karina stepped further into the room.

"Look, if what Pogo told me is even half true, then she is not just a danger to us," Luther snapped.

Everyone turned to see Allison slowly approach. She was confused to see the group.

"Allison, what are you doing down here?" Luther sighed. "You should be in bed. As should Karina."

"You don't get to decide what I should or shouldn't do," Karina snapped as Allison scribbled something down.

"Let her go," her note said.

"I can't do that. She hurt you," Luther shook his head.

She scribbled down another note and held it up. "My fault."

"I'm sorry, but she's staying put. Just until we know what we're dealing with," Luther told her.

"And what happens after that? You're planning on keeping her down here still?" Karina raised an eyebrow.

Luther shot her a silencing glare.

She scoffed incredulously. "Unbelievable. You are unbelievable. I can't believe you would do this to your own sister."

"Is this really any of your concern?"

"You know what? Screw you. You all fight it out," Karina snapped and stormed out.

She was aggravated already and she had no clue where Five was. Nor, to be honest, did she feel like looking for him. He probably thought she was still unconscious.

She went into his room, noticing that Delores was gone.

"Oh…" Karina realized that he probably went to go return her.

She sighed, sinking onto the bed. She didn't even get to say goodbye, how rude. She laid down and shut her eyes, wanting nothing more to just fall asleep and wake up in a better place.

A loud, sudden thud jolted Karina awake and she inhaled sharply, looking around before realizing who was free from her little prison.

"Oh, shit," she leapt to her feet and raced out the door.

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[diiwata]

omg this just keeps getting better and better! thanks for adding more nuance to my silly little theory/hc 😁 I love the idea of d4 and d7 having different regions of asia influence their way of thinking or teaming up when it comes to the games. all of their morals tie to reputation and community, but not in the same way. more under cut b/c it's getting long

with d7, their rep is tied to the caste (or equivalent of it) they grow up in. "what is my partner's status, and how our different statuses affect our interactions?" their loyalty lies in their caste, and thus, they must take THEM into consideration while performing in the games. as a member of this group, how should they act that reflects the values and priorities of said group?? and I love your tidbit on it being an act of rebellion :( it's like "it's a system that we created, and we will not follow the hierarchy that you put into place for us. we go by our own rules." despite any flaws in this hierarchy, it is still something that's theirs and something they adhere to. something that doesn't belong to the capitol. I also like the idea of the victors being the highest caste, so it's like... despite johanna and blight coming from and being brought up in different neighborhoods, their teaming up in the quell could be seen as "justified". treech and lamina wouldn't have that same freedom because if one of them went home, how would their own people react???

memeanwhile, d4 is all about family and responsibilities! their rep is tied to the entire community, so your actions in that arena and how you interact with your partner are direct reflections of the WHOLE. a familial bond in an arena is like the bestest reflection of a district ever, and is a reflection of district pride, thus furthering them away from the others. isn't that what the capitol wants from them, anyway? to stop rebellion, they must see the other districts as the enemy instead of the capitol themselves.

and omg??? I never considered d4 having "harder" labor than the other career districts?? I like how it adds to my thing about "preferred" asians. THEY are the ones being let in, they are the ones feeding into the propaganda that hard work = better off in the capitol, they are the ones giving their all to show a perfect side of their tributes. but at the end of the day, it isn't enough! the capitol will never see them as equal.

also: no problem!!! thanks again for adding onto it :(( I'm glad something of mine stuck with you because boy ohh boy did ER stick with me 😭

i have been thinking about your asian district 4/7 thing since you posted it and specifically about south asians, caste, and colonial/racist attitudes. because asians generally are portrayed in colonial texts as weak and unable to fight, and those attitudes could influence how everyone else sees d7 during the games. like, johanna coming in as a 'snivelly weak coward' and blight being someone that nobody really considers as a fighter would make complete sense, because they're all undermined due to racist assumptions about their fighting abilities. and then treech, whose basic personality is 'juggled nuts in the zoo' and snow's clear dismissal of him until he's alive in the last 5, would show that snow still doesn't consider him a real threat. i was also thinking about south asians and caste with book treemina and movie treemina and how their actions could also be influenced by remnants of a caste system (book lamina described as dirt poor and movie treech seemed to me to be poorer than lamina) - in the book lamina leaves treech, in the movie treech leaves lamina, but both of them could be acting within what would be expected of their caste. anyways. this is very incoherent but i'm curious to know if you also have thoughts on this!!

hi!! omg this is awesome. I just wanna start off by saying that I love your fics, and I can't believe you want to discuss asian d4/d7 with me 🙏🏽

okay, NEXT-- analysis under the cut

that's such an interesting take that I haven't really considered!! I've learned about castes in my history classes, but just to make sure, I did a teensy bit more research to help come up with a (hopefully) coherent answer

I'd love to incorporate the idea of a hierarchy into this ever expanding headcanon. I think it's even more interesting to think of d7 having more south asian influences than d4, given that your analysis ties more into our fellow lumberjacks!! (but please do correct me if that's not what you were going for)

from what I gathered regarding the caste system, it checks out with the ideas of filial piety as discussed in my analysis, except this focuses more on COMMUNITY rather than FAMILY. a jati, or a caste, only usually mingle with those of the same jati. and they can rise in the ranks not individually, but TOGETHER.

the idea of a caste system being reflected in these districts could be one of the reasons lamina and treech decided to part!!! by recognizing that they each have different priorities and morals taught to them, they ask themselves: how would working with a member of another class reflect on our own separate communities?? from what I can tell, the caste system runs deep and has been a part of india for centuries. regional and class divide is something I've noticed in other asian cultures too, but they don't seem as integrated or prominent. in the same vein, it could be a reason coral worked so closely with mizzen, they might be from the same socioeconomic class put in place in d4!!

what's interesting to me is how even tho I claim that they have asian influence, they differ in the ways they're perceived, as you pointed out. much of the d4 tributes are seen as threats, coral and finnick especially. I also hc annie being a career, so yeah, threat!! even mizzen was a considerable threat despite being only 13! !meanwhile, the d7 tributes were overlooked, as you said. the d4 tributes also stick close together, so it makes me wonder if such a hierarchy is as prominent there as it would be in d7 as we hypothesized.

do these preferences for one hypothetically asian district over another have to do with the "type of asian" they are?? b/c let's be honest, some asians are more -- I hate to say it -- palatable to western audiences. if we think about it, asian rep usually comes in the form of EAST asian media. has this been something that subconsciously stayed with panem?

then again, d4 being more preferred might just be the fact that they're a career district, but it's something to think about!

anyways back to your first point: the undermining of those characters could very much tie back to the fetishization, but also infantilization, of asian people!! not only are they seen as weak and passive, but the weird obsession with younger asian people is something of an epidemic among western audiences. would d4 use this as a leverage to gain favors with the capitol, while d7 doesn't?? and that's the core difference between them?? idkkk just food for thought 🤞🏽😔

if you have any more thoughts on this, lmk! that's all I can think about for now :o also if I made any wrong assumptions or false claims, please correct me!!!

thanks for expanding on my hc/analysis <33 this was so AAAH to think about (in a good way). asian d4/d7 truther forever ‼️

[strayen-fx]

Doubtless

》 Lee Minho x Reader

》 Angst, Fluffy end

》 Pangs of jealousy could still hit an established relationship, or where Minho is a choreographer and Y/N can't help but feel jealous because of a certain idol Minho is teaching.

》 Wordcount: 2.5k

》 Warnings: mention of overwork, insecurity

》 a/n: I'm back, hi! hihi

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Being in a relationship with Minho hasn't been the easiest thing, but for you, it has been the bestest decision you have ever made.

You were college sweethearts, both of you meeting at an audition for the school's official dance group. After graduating, Minho decided to join a famous dance studio as one of its choreographers while you chose to focus on your professional field.

Adulting didn't come easy, as the two of you were bombarded with busy schedules for almost every week on end. It hasn't been the easiest thing, but after some time, the both of you have learned to adjust and manage your time. You have also decided to move in together, because 1.) you wanted to spend as much of your free time with each other as possible, and 2.) let's be honest, rent is expensive af.

Despite that, it was still difficult for you to spend quality time together because of Minho's hectic and jam-packed sched. Even in weekends, he would be busy coming up with dance moves for the kpop groups assigned to him. Hence, you usually make up to this by visiting him in the studio and bringing him your homecooked meals. You would bring a portion for you as well so you could eat with him. This is something that he adored so much, it eventually became a regular routine for weekends.

That Saturday was no exception. Wearing your favorite casual clothes plus Minho's purple hoodie, you drove to the dance studio with packed lunch for the both of you. You greeted the other dancers you met in the building, and there you met Momo, another buddy in your college dance group.

"Y/nnieeee!!!" Momo said, approaching you into a tight hug. "I've missed you!"

You returned the hug and giggled. "We only met like last week though?"

"That is forever ago. You should just work with us here so I could always hang out with you," Momo complained.

"Once I get fired in my current job, I'll be sure to send you my resume."

"Should I use my connections to get you fired, then?"

You talked with Momo for a while, until she remembered that she left her students unsupervised and she was only supposed to get some water.

"Minho is in Studio E," Momo said. "He's assigned to teach a rookie girl group, my forte, while I'm assigned to a dorky and loud boy group. Where's justice in that?" She sighed deeply. "Anyway. I'll get going. Let's grab coffee some time!"

You waved and watched as Momo begrudgingly trudged towards Studio A. You laughed a bit to yourself before heading to the opposite direction.

When you peered through the door of Studio E, you noticed at least six ladies sitting on the floor, talking and fanning themselves. You knocked twice before opening the door. Few of the girls looked up and bowed awkwardly. They probably thought you were just a staff bringing Minho some food.

The man in question, however, failed to notice you. He was busy giving a one-on-one lesson to another girl, them being the only ones standing. It probably shouldn't have irked you so much, seeing that Minho is a choreographer and it is, indeed, his job to teach idols their choreography. However, being a dancer yourself and watching them there for a solid minute, you know that the girl was just goofing around and pretending not to understand the moves. She even laughed and slapped Minho's chest jokingly as if they were close friends. You couldn't see your boyfriend's reaction from where you stood, but what you witnessed was enough to dampen your mood.

You fake-coughed, causing Minho to finally notice you. His eyes lit up, and that was almost enough to rebrighten your mood. Almost, for you could still see the girl he was teaching earlier, with her eyebrows shot up like she was annoyed for the interference.

Minho jogged to where you stood and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. This took him by surprise--you weren't usually the type of person to show skinship when there are strangers around. This made Minho smile, though, thinking that you just missed him too much.

"Lunch break, everyone," Minho told the girls. He then took your hand and led you out of the room towards the staff's pantry.

When you got there, Minho excitedly opened the lunch you prepared, asking you about your day as he did so. You tried to act normal--afterall, you have no reason to be jealous, right? Plus, this is Minho you're talking about. You've known each other for years, he's not gonna dump you for an idol he just met.

Right?

"Baby?"

Your head shot up, realizing that Minho was talking to you. "Yeah?"

He chuckled. "What's wrong? Stunned by my visuals yet again?"

You rolled your eyes, used to his teasing antics. "Just tired, I guess. Eat your meal before it gets cold."

His gaze softened. He reached for your hand, squeezing it a bit. "I told you, you could take some rest during weekends. You don't have to force yourself to drive all the way here to bring me lunch. You took overtime last night, I'm sure you've been busy in the office."

You smiled at him, reaching out to squish his cheeks. "And I told you, bringing you lunch would never be tiring for me if it means that I could spend time with this lovely face."

Minho grinned. "I'm irresistible, I know."

You playfully pinched his cheek. "Just eat, you handsome creature."

You watch Minho as he ate, admiring how he looked food-deprived by the way he gobbled his meal. For the nth time in your long relationship, you wondered how you got so lucky to have someone like him. At the same time, you wondered how long you would be this lucky--wondered how long you would be able to watch him up close like this. You wondered: did you really deserve him? And what will happen if he realizes that, no, he doesn't want you after all?

"Uhh.. Min?"

"Ggnnmm?" he grumbled in a mouthful of food.

You stifled your laughter, finding the moment too cute to be destroyed by your depressing thoughts. "Have I ever told you that you look like a cat when you eat like that?"

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It has been days since you visited Minho's studio. He was still teaching the girls you saw last weekend, due to the fact that "the choreo was too complicated" and a certain someone named Ahra was "finding certain parts difficult and needed to be trained personally by a professional choreographer." So of course, Minho can't say no. You visited once during the week, dropping off a change of clothes Minho forgot to bring, and you saw the girl again laughing and talking with Minho comfortably. Minho didn't seem annoyed. If anything, you felt like he was enjoying her company.

It was Friday when Minho came home and told you that he had to come with the girls to Gwangju where they would hold the music fest the following week.

"But why, though?" you asked Minho, genuinely confused. "You are a choreographer, not a manager."

"I know," Minho said. He looked tired, and part of you was feeling bad for questioning him like this. But you just can't help yourself--not after seeing that Ahra's body language towards your boyfriend. "But baby, their company pleaded for me to come with them to guide the group. They're rookies. They need as much help as they can."

A part of you understood. You wanted this relationship to be rational and matured. You promised to understand each other's line of work. So you just nodded, trying your best not to show your sadness... disappointment? Jealousy? All of the above?

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Weekend came. You told Minho you were going to hangout with Momo for lunch. It was one reason, but the other main reason was that you didn't want to see Ahra flirting with your man right in front of you.

Momo chose a Japanese restaurant for your weekend hangout, saying she missed the dishes she had back home. Right after you've placed your order, your friend made a show of placing her elbows on the table with her chin on her fingers, looking straight into your eyes. "Now spill the tea."

You chuckled. "What?"

"While I know that you value our friendship more than most of everything else, I know that you won't ditch Minho for a simple lunch opportunity. Now spill."

"Uhh... maybe I'm making time with you because you're gonna be away for three days in Gwangju?"

"Oh, that music fest? I'm not coming with them though," she said, casually sipping water. "I have whipped my group into magnificent perfection, they don't need me to tag along. Plus, what would I do there? Chaperone their asses on the bus? Teach them the choreo while they're sightseeing? Please."

You sighed. Yeah, it doesn't make sense for an outsourced choreographer to tag along an idol group. They have their own trainors. And the trip was for three days to allow the idols some time for broadcasted sightseeing. They won't have time for heavy dance practices.

"But Minho is coming with the group assigned to him," you mentioned.

Momo almost choked on her mineral water. "What? Why? And why haven't I heard of this?"

Oh.

You shrugged. "Maybe my boyfriend is onto something--someone--else."

Momo's gaze softened. "Y/n..."

"I mean, the way that Ahra flirted with him? I wouldn't be surprised."

"C'mon y/nnie, do you really think Min would cheat on you? After, what, your five-year relationship?"

"When faced with a beautiful idol, why not?" Your eyes were starting to get watery. You weren't much of an emotional person, but right at that moment, you just wanted to bawl your eyes out. "I mean, Ahra is beautiful, right? You've seen her. Tall, flawless, gorgeous. And talented, too. I've searched about her group, and turns out she's the main vocal." You pointed at yourself. "And what do we have here?"

"YA! Don't you ever look down on yourself like that!" Momo said, slapping the table. "Have you forgotten that you're the main dancer of our dance group? That you were scouted by the leading agencies and you turned them all down? That if you decided not to focus on your academics, you would have been one of the leading dancers in the whole country? Y/N!"

"But--"

"I'M NOT YET DONE. And even without considering those, do you really think Minho is only looking at a person's outward appearance? Do you really think that, y/n?"

"No..." you whispered. "Momo, I understand now, please tone your voice down a little."

Momo discreetly looked around and noticed a few people staring. She sighed, composed herself, and spoke in a calmer voice, "Do you remember when Minho courted you? He was so shy, he can't even look you in the eyes without turning beet red. Literally the entire dance group had to help him express his feelings for you."

You smiled at the memory, remembering a slightly younger Minho flushing red while holding out a bunch of flowers.

"And even months prior to that. He was so dense, his hyungs in the group literally had to smack his head for him to realize that he likes you, even when the entire campus could already notice his heart-shaped eyes whenever he's with you." Momo sighed. "My point is, do you really think a guy like Minho could cheat on you?"

You reminisced about all those years you have been together. Minho is a sweet, understanding person. He sees beauty in everything around him. He sees beauty in you even when you yourself couldn't see it. He was there through the happy and ugly times, and he never once let go of your hand. He has been patient with you through everything. He is the best man you have ever met.

Momo sighed again for the umpteenth time that day. "The biggest flaw on him though is that he's way, waaaay too dense. Remember that one time before you got together, a girl was obviously making a move on him and he didn't even know until the girl walked out calling him a jerk."

You laughed at that. "He's flirty at times but he's too numb when he's on the receiving end."

The two of you laughed at that.

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Later that day, Momo texted you. She checked in with the studio staff and apparently, Minho tagging along to the music fest was a special request by the higher ups of the girls' agencies, and it was a sort of rushed request. You thanked her for the information, mentally punching yourself for ever doubting Minho like that.

The following day was Minho's trip to Gwangju. You couldn't drive him to the station due to an urgent meeting, so you just gave him a hasty farewell kiss on the lips while he was preparing his breakfast. He just smiled up at you without saying a word. That small gesture made your heart clench, feeling guilty for doubting him and not spending time with him the day prior. You made a mental note to welcome him properly upon his return.

But for now, you have to survive those three incoming days alone in your apartment.

The whole day, you couldn't concentrate at work. You kept on worrying if Minho had arrived safely in his destination, if he had eaten enough, if he was warm and hydrated enough. When you asked him all these through text, he only replied with a short "don't worry too much 💝" You didn't know what to feel about it. He certainly felt that something was off, you thought. He was probably mad at me.

When you got home, a plastic of takeout on one hand and a heavy burden on your chest, you were prepared to be welcomed by the saddening darkness and silence of the night. But instead, what welcomed you was a candle-lit dining table filled with all your favorite food, complete with wine plus smooth music.

Minho stepped out from your shared room, a bouquet of roses in hand, smiling shyly while scratching his neck.

"This isn't really my thing..." he whispered.

Meanwhile you stood there, frozen in place, your jaw slack. "W-why... Min... but you're supposed to be...?"

Minho laughed. "I asked Felix to take my place. He gladly accepted." He walked closer to you, handing you the roses. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice if my one and only jealous baby has been acting weirdly?"

Your eyes widened. You dropped your gaze to the floor, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Minho stepped closer, caging you in a hug. "I'm the one who should be sorry for making you feel like that. I should never allow you to feel like you're lacking in any way. I should never give you a reason to doubt my love for you."

"But there was no reason. I was just reaching when I assumed you--"

"Sshh." Minho tightened the hug and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a while, swaying gently with the soft music.

"I love you, y/n. Longer than forever, I'm yours."

"I love you, too, Minho. I will love you longer than forever."

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[thewanderingace]

Hawkeye episode 3 reactions

Spoilers below the readmore!!!

BABY MAYA!!! Ooh I love her. Look at all the ASL being used right now! I love to see it.

And yes there's her prosthetic!!! KICK HIS ASS BABY MAYA!

WILSON FISK!??! IS THAT YOU!! ASDJFKSKDJ!!! IT'S JUST A HAND BUT I'M ABOUT TO DIE!!!

Oh shit!!! Clint! Clint what are you doing! Damn though watching Ronin fight is like watching a dance. Hes so fucking smooth and graceful and its hypnotic.

Whhyyyy!! Maya's dad!!! 😭😭 Explains why Maya is in charge and wants Ronin. Revenge.

The bloody handprint on Mayas face to give a reference to the white handprint she has in the comics is hurting more than it should

Is there gonna be something with this whole dragon talk cause that feels like foreshadowing but it's going over my head right now. And all I can think about is Shang-Chi so....

Kate and Clint forced to continually ride the kiddy horse 🤣🤣🤣

Kate and Clint continue to be my favorite marvel dynamic. Hilarious.

"Shes not Ronin. Look at her. Shes nine." 🤣🤣🤣 Also that's a comic line

Tracksuit guy getting dating advice from Kate! Imagine dragons! Aw kate you dont like them?

Oooooohhhhh Maya noticed his hearing aid!!!

Shit I love this!! I love this all convo and the difference between Maya who has been deaf her whole life and Clint who is still a beginner signer!! And based on his knowledge of sign it's clear he spends most of his time signing with Nate. Does he not sign with the others? Did they not learn? Did Nate just pick it up faster because he's younger?

Anyway, I love that Maya is like wtf stop relying on technology and embrace it. Learn sign dumbass.

Clint saying "Natasha Romanoff" killed Ronin and that he was there when she did it!!! Shut up I'm gonna cry! Cause it's TRUE! Natasha brought Clint back to life effectively "killing" Ronin. Also he said Natasha and not Blacl Widow but thsts how Kazi translated it.

THIS FIGHT SEQUENCE IS SO FUCKING COOL!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH

AHHHHH MAYA KNOCKED OUT HIS HEARING AID

AAAHHH HE'S GOT HIS BOW AND HIS SHOTS ARE AMAAAAAZING!!!!! AND HE CANT EVEN HEAR!!! AAAHHHHH THAT'S MY HAWKEYE RIGHT THERE!!!!

CLINT HIDING IN THE BALLPIT 🤣🤣🤣

NOW KATE IS KICKING ASS!!!!!

I looove this cinematography!! These shots are so cool.

THE CAR!!! CLINTS CAR!!!

I am LOVING this whole thing!!! Kate's non stop talking even though she knows he cant hear her. Clint and Kate being on the same page anyway. The trick arrows. The camera work. The Pym particle arrow! The USB arrow! I love it all!!!

LOL That subway scene was hilarious. I actually had to pause it so I could stop giggling. Also, Clint said she was right about calling herself one of the word's greatest archers. IM FINE. And them both being like "shit we need to walk Lucky." Love them.

Kazi and Maya. I like them. A lot.

I do wish they would stop cutting away from the actually signing. I want to see the signing. Not just read the subtitles. Zoom out a little. Show their hands. Please.

FUCK ME. I'm gonna cry. This phone with Clint and Nate with Kate writing down what Nate is saying is 100% breaking my heart. Clint is about to cry. I'm about to cry. Nate is sad. And Kate is finally realizing what Clint has given up to help her. Fuck me. PLEASE LET CLINT MAKE IT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Haha Kate texting Clint a joke about him while sitting next to him and Clint blocking her. Classic Hawkeyes.

Lol he kept his hearing aid out while they ate cause she wouldn't stop talking

THE CLASSIC COSTUME!!! YEAH KATE!!!!

“Some things you’ll lose forever.”

Lucky smiling at the Pizza Dog name. That's a good boy right there. Bestest boy

"I'm in the wrong business" 🤣🤣🤣

FUCK!! THAT'S HIS SWORD! THAT'S THE RONIN SWORD! JACQUES DUQUESNE IS HOLDING THE RONIN SWORD TO CLINTS THROAT AND IM GONNA SHIT MY PANTS!!!!!

Man I really really want to him to say something about his upbringing. Please make the circus canon. Please make Barney canon. Pleaseeee.

These episodes go by way too quickly!! I guess that's a sign that I thoroughly enjoy them but damn its over way too soon. I gotta wait now.

[taerseok]

Blooming Daffodil

—Pairing: OT7 × reader (platonic)

—Synopsis: You’re a blooming daffodil. And you’re still learning, but with the help of your seven friends, you can make it through. You know it.

→ ‘The daffodil flower is known for its symbolism of new beginnings and rebirth.’

—Word Count: 2651

—Genre: Hurt/comfort

—Triggers: Some sadness here and there, nothing too major though!

『Hello! Looks like I'm posting again, after a while, lol. It's been a few months and I didn't expect to put this out so it's unedited in most areas. I wrote this to comfort myself so if it comes off as cringey pls don't mind lololol. Still, I hope you enjoy :D』

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It’s dark and cold where you lay.

It’s silent, almost to the point of being unbearable. You’re unsure if it’s your bedroom you are sitting in, or just a random strange place. It’s unfamiliar, and you feel exhausted.

Your phone rests in your hand, your chin on the cool bed sheet. Is that the reason you are getting these chills and soon after, the hot rushing waves that fall upon you?

It’s Taehyung’s messages.

You replied back only a few moments earlier, and had the desire to say more but-

You’re suddenly exhausted.

Your body feels light, almost light enough to levitate in the cold, air-conditioned nothingness. There’s the faint sound of a melody playing in your head, but you don’t pay it mind.

Your heart’s too full, all at once, a little too tired to go on right now.

You’re not sad, by any means. In fact, if you tried, you could muster up some sort of a smile right now. It’d be tight and most certainly fake, it wouldn’t reach your eyes, but… It’d be there, nonetheless.

From [taehyungie]:

coming to the movie night at jungkook’s tonight?

i’ll pick you up if u want

There’s your stomach aching from anxiety, with everything that had been going on. College, you not being able to talk to your friends (who you doubt care), but even more than that, just not being able to feel alive in your own body.

You are far from sad, but that doesn’t mean you’re content.

Friends from high school aside, you had Taehyung. You had the seven boys you adored the most in the world. You had met them back at an inter school competition where you all got to know each other, and eventually became friends. Some sort of friends, anyway.

They were from a different school, so it did piss off your schoolmates that you were befriending ‘rivals’ but that didn’t mean anything to you. All that mattered was that you had them, and they had you.

Fast forward to a year later. You’re laying in bed, exhausted and overwhelmed. There’s this weight at the back of your head, making it feel heavy, almost as if you had a headache.

Tired.

So extremely tired.

To [taehyungie]:

I don’t really|

The cursor keeps blinking at you, as if it’s asking, ‘do you really want to say this?’ You don’t.

Really.

But you’re not in the mood to socialize, even if it means missing out on a movie night you had waited for to spend with your bestest friends. You love them, you really do, but… It’s at moments like these that you find yourself asking again and again-

Am I really their friend?

You can’t figure out if you love them as much as they do, and how could you ever repay these seven men for how much they had lit up your life?

And then again, you’re tired, a little overwhelmed, a little sad (so you finally admit it). You can’t even bring yourself to move. What do you even do? Saying you don’t want to come sounds like you’re ungrateful for how much they’ve done for you, which isn’t true at all. You appreciate them, but there’s that lethargic feeling in your bones, the way each bone in your body aches, that just tells you-

You can’t.

You feel like a living paradox, sad but happy, energetic but tired, in pain but you’re okay.

You’re okay.

You’re completely fine, so why do you feel this way?

You want to shut the world out and not look anyone in the eyes. Stop talking. Leave group chats. Turn down offers.

It’s not the first time this has happened. It’s not the last time it’ll happen either. But every time, it feels like the worst one so far. You’re hurting but your body can’t recognize the pain, making it seem like you’re not, but you are, and you know that deep down.

Your head’s cluttered, throbbing pain now taking over from the heavy weight you felt at the back of your head instead. You massage your temples to ease the pain, but your fingers, cold and unnerving, cannot keep you away from brooding.

What do you say?

What do you do?

You hold down the delete button, clearing the message box. Your cursor still blinks, making you feel annoyed, before you click the cancel button and let the keyboard on the screen vanish.

Done and- for the last time, you’ll say it- exhausted, you flip over to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling above.

If you say you don’t want to go, you’ll appear selfish and it’ll make it seem like you were leading them on. Which you weren’t, you were just as excited as them about it, but you never planned for your weird episode to begin today.

If you agree to go, you’ll only bring them down with your depressed self. And that’s sadly not the end of it. You’ll likely explode with frustration because of how much you let yourself take in while being around them.

At times like these, all you needed was some peace and quiet.

It was funny how a third-party could figure out a solution to this, but you definitely couldn’t. Plans run in your head over and over again, repeating themselves so you don’t forget.

Dinner at 8.

Movie night begins at 9.

Come home around 2, another sleepless night. Maybe tonight you’ll finish your assignments. What about that K-drama though?

First class at 08:30 tomorrow.

And then

Stop.

Please. Stop.

Telling that aloud to your brain seems as if you have more control over it than it does you, but that’s not it at all. In fact, it’s the other way around. It has way more power on you than you do it, but saying that out loud makes it seem as vice versa.

If a person is thinking, is the brain controlling the person or is the person controlling the brain?

Your thoughts stop there.

You take a hold of your abandoned phone, hands freezing but you pay it no attention.

To [taehyungie]:

Can you come over with the others?

A sigh, then another, and another. You just can't stop.

From [taehyungie]:

why

did something happen

You can’t bring yourself to answer anymore, to type anymore, apathy regaining control over you.

From [taehyungie]:

yn

are you okay???

i’m coming right now

stay there

Your heart’s beating in your chest but you’re barely breathing. And it hurts, the pressure weighing down on your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Your heart hurts, and it hurts as it beats, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You lay there.

You’re sobbing now, tears brimming in your eyes. They don’t fall out, but it burns to have your eyes open as the air around you seems to be too much for them, and so you shut them tight, hands balling into fists.

Help.

It’s too much, all too much-

You can’t take it anymore. You can’t destroy yourself like this and you know that, but-

Fuck, how badly do you want to cry right now? How badly do you wish you could let it out so you wouldn’t have to deal with it? But you just can’t anymore.

You slide down from the bed unwillingly, to sit on the ground, you back supported by the polished wood. Begging the heavens to let you cry. Begging.

The tears disappear as soon as they come.

It’s fifteen minutes later that you hear the doorbell ring and you freeze.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You can’t. You regret it, telling him to come over, to bring everyone with him. Why did you even-?

You don’t have the power to stand up, but you do it anyway, hearing them shout your name, half limping to get to the door downstairs.

Hand trembling as it reaches for the doorknob, you let out a shaky breath as you turn it to open the door.

They’re here.

Company.

Fuck.

“YN, are you okay!?” Taehyung’s the first one to ask, inviting himself inside as he holds your shoulders and takes you to the living room, saying things you don’t pay attention to. The others follow him behind.

You don’t say anything as they sit you down on the couch, making sure you feel comfortable. Yoongi sits down next to you, his hands find yours and you flinch, causing him to loosen his hold on them.

“Sorry. I should’ve asked first.”

You shake your head.

You can’t speak. You want to stay silent, keep everyone quiet. But they go on, anyway. “What happened?” Namjoon asks, raising a brow. Each of them seat themselves around you, either on the couch or on the floor right in front of you. You can’t even look down to see your hands clasped in Yoongi’s to turn away.

As if they couldn’t already read you like an open book.

“Are you tired?” Jungkook tilts his head, doe-eyes staring up at you from his place on the floor. You shake your head lightly. You want to tell him to get up, sit on the couch, but… It doesn’t matter. It’s not as if you can speak.

“Her hands are cold,” Yoongi remarks, to which you see Jimin pout. “Were you sitting in the aircon for too long? Do you have a fever?”

Putting the back of his hand to your forehead, you watch as Yoongi winces. “She’s burning.” Taehyung sighs, before a look of determination crosses his face.

“Mission SAVE YN starts now!”

You wince at the loudness of his voice, not used to it. He looks at you apologetically before turning back to the others. The rest of the guys look at him with raised brows and confused looks, to which he frowns. “Mission SAVE YN! Let’s take over different duties to help YN feel better,” everyone else nods enthusiastically, sounds of ‘oooh’s fill the living room, as they talk of what they’ll do to play their part in this ‘mission’.

And you’re grateful, really, but…

You can’t help but still sulk. The apathy does not leave.

Hoseok, noticing that, gathers everyone’s attention back together again. “YN, are you really okay?”

“Do you not want our help?”

“Everyone needs some alone time, it’s okay if you do too.”

But how could you feel anything if not for them? Your conflicting feelings grow and grow until you feel as if your existence is just a paradox-

You’re living but you’re not.

“It’s not that easy.” You speak, for the first time in a while, your voice so light and quiet that the ones not sitting right next to you on the couch (Yoongi on your left and Namjoon on your right) have to scoot closer to hear you continue.

“I don’t want this. But I do. I feel conflicted right now. I wanted to go to the movie night, I really did, but…” you pause, trying to organize your thoughts. “I’m a mess. I hate feeling this way, I hate bringing you guys down with me. But you’re the only people that really make me smile and… just seeing texts from Taehyung wasn’t enough this time around.”

Jimin tilts his head at the words, “How do you feel?”

“Tired. Emotionally drained. I can’t smile anymore. I don’t laugh at the things I used to,” you look up to meet eyes with Seokjin, who winks upon the eye contact. You blink- it doesn’t make you smile or giggle as usual.

Namjoon puts his arm around your shoulder, running his hand over your back.

You’re safe.

You’re okay.

“It hurts to feel that way. That nothing understands me anymore. Not even my own self. But I called you all over anyway,” your voice gets louder as it returns to you, tears pooling your eyes again and you sniff, “And I felt bad that I used you all and led you on with the movie night thing but… I’m sorry.”

Namjoon holds you closer at the words, tightening his grip. Your hands reach up to wipe the tears away from your eyes, sniffing as the rest keep quiet. You let yourself live in the moment and enjoy the feeling of comfort that you felt whenever your seven friends came around.

“We’ll make you feel better, only if you want us to. We don’t want to force you,” Seokjin smiles faintly when you look at him upon the words. “And you’re not a bad friend,” Hoseok huffs, grinning brightly when he sees a little smile creep onto your face.

“Thank you.”

So they begin.

Jungkook and Hoseok let you sit at the couch with them as they tell you puns (your favourite things in the world after the boys), waiting for Seokjin to return with snacks. When Mr. Worldwide Handsome returns, he adds onto the puns with his own dad jokes and clever play on words. It is ‘unbelibubble’ how easily you smile when that one joke comes around.

“Getting out of your bubble, I see,” Seokjin says he sets down the tray of snacks on the table, “Unbelibubble!”

Jungkook imitates vomiting. “That one was pretty bad, hyung. I won’t lie,” Hoseok nods lightly, before taking the packet of chips and opening it to crunch into one, passing you over the rest.

“Yah! At least YN smiled at it!”

“YN has the same sense of humour as you. Not surprising,” Jungkook’s and Seokjin’s bickering truly never stops.

You ‘play’ with Taehyung and Jimin next.

“YN says dance like monkeys on steroids,” you smirk, making the two raise their brows at you. Jimin stomps on the ground, pouting, “That’s not-! What even-!?” He manages to say, before bursting out into laughter, falling to the floor at the ridiculous order.

Your version of Simon Says. Much better than the original game, in your opinion.

“Remember Jimin-ah, you have to do it. YN said so!” Taehyung huffs, before trying to dance like how a monkey on steroids would, though it is mainly just flailing his arms in the air randomly, making a few monkey sounds here and there that sounded more chicken-like than they did monkey, but that is fine too.

Jimin snickers, rolling his eyes before crossing his arms to look up and down at Taehyung as he finishes. “That’s all you can do!?”

“Oh yeah! Can you do better!?”

“Watch me!”

Last but definitely not least, comes bed-time with Namjoon and Yoongi.

Yoongi’s slender fingers run through your hair, silently wishing you good night, after you have taken your medicine. The fever should be okay soon, they had said.

“Would it be too much if I tried to sing you lullabies?” Namjoon asks, on the verge of laughing but he somehow keeps it under control. You grin, eyelids growing heavier. “I wouldn’t mind it.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re signing up for, YN?” Yoongi smirks as he lays down next to you, one arm under his head, the other hand still brushing strands of your hair.

“I love when he sings.”

“And if he wakes up the neighbors?”

“He won’t,” you mumble, drifting off to sleep. “I’ll sing for you then,” you listen to Namjoon say. You don’t hear much before you fall asleep, but from what you do hear, you can tell it’s beautiful. Though now that you think about it, the whole ‘neighbors might wake up’ deal might not be that far-fetched. It is beautiful to you anyway.

---

You wake up the next day in your bed, just how you remember yourself laying down, bodies on both your sides.

Regaining your vision, you see seven men sprawled over the room- three on the bed with you, while four lay on the floor with sleeping bags, sunlight filtering through the windows in your bedroom.

A little smile makes its way to your face, and heart, at how adorable each one of them is.

And how incredibly lucky you are to have them.