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[jeonwon-wonwoo]

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adorable shua 💖:

[coralinnii]

It’s Him or Grim…and It’s Grim 

Ignoring him to take care of Grim feat: Sebek · Azul · Jade · Riddle genre: fluff note: gn!reader, no pronouns are used, relationships up to interpretation, some of the TWST boys basically taking the L or getting catblocked, 

piece of advice, never bring someone like me to an animal cafe for a date cuz I will ignore you. Also, don't question why I keep changing the banners. I just love messing with pictures of our handsome TWST boys <3

Sebek didn’t say it out loud but he was excited over you visiting him during his club activities. He’s proud to show off his skills on his steed and present his knightly appearance to you. 

Unfortunately, he’s not doing too well when he’s constantly getting into screaming contests with an uninvited guest…Grim 

He didn’t know why he was so surprised though. He should have predicted that wherever you intend to go, the cat-shaped menace will surely follow in curiosity and make a ruckus while he’s here. 

“Nyah, I can ride these crazy horses no problem!” 

“I will not allow it. Beginners need to learn the basics before even attempting to-“ 

Before Sebek could finish, Grim already went ahead and climbed on top of a nearby horse. But, your feline companion accidentally pressed his claws too deeply into the poor horse’s skin and spooked the large animal. 

“Grim!” You screamed when you saw your dormmate being pushed off the horse’s back and landing on his head. You ran to his side while Sebek did his best to calm the horse before it started to run amuck and cause more issues. 

Sebek wanted to scold the reckless cat monster for his actions but he bit his tongue and sighed in exasperation instead since it looked like the konk on the head left Grim feeling woozy. 

“I should bring Grim to the infirmary” you worriedly look at your companion as you cradle his body in your arms. “I’ll see you another time, Sebek. I’m so sorry for disturbing your club time” 

Sebek panicked over your departure, telling you that you could just come back after bringing Grim to the infirmary. He planned so many things today for you, to introduce you to his trusted steed, show off his horse riding skills, and maybe even let you ride with him. 

But you had to decline, wanting to stay by Grim’s side until he feels better. You gave an apologetic smile before you took off with Grim in your arms. You missed the look of utter defeat on the lime-haired freshman. You managed to get out of earshot as Sebek started shouting to himself, declaring to learn from his defeat against that cursed cat. His clubmates however did hear him loud and clear, Riddle looking over in confusion and Silver silently rooting for his fellow knight-in-training. 

“I admit my loss in this battle but I will prevail in our next encounter, Grim. I swear on my honor!”

Azul plans ahead in everything, be it his next business venture or a deal to be made…and definitely when meeting you. He wanted the most optimal results from this meeting he planned with you. He made sure he reserved the best spot in his restaurant that showcases him in the best lighting, the food is to your taste and the ambience sets the mood to his satisfaction. He took everything into consideration. But of course, things don't always go the way he wanted to.

Like Grim coming along with you to your engagement with him. 

“I’m sorry, Azul. Grim was bored in the dorms and Ace and Deuce had make-up classes today” you apologized, Grim in your lap as he gobbled the food Azul had picked out for you. “I hope it doesn’t inconvenience you too much” 

“Of course not,” He lied. “I’m more than generous enough to extend hospitality for even surprise visitors” 

“I gotta hand it to ya, Octavanilla guy! Your food is super delish!” Grim offers his compliments. “I can’t get enough of it!” 

Grim really couldn’t. He ordered seconds and thirds (RIP to your wallet) and didn’t stop himself from practically inhaling the food the moment it reached the table. It was a real mood killer for Azul. The silver-haired entrepreneur couldn’t find his opening and soon he’s left to watch you from the sidelines as your focus was solely on the fattened cat who is grumbling in your lap. 

“Nyahhhh…my tummy hurts~” Grim cried as his stomach ached. You let out a sigh as you did your best to soothe the monstrous feline. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s because you just ate your weight in food” you quipped which earned a weak whine from Grim. 

Azul just couldn’t believe his plan went to ruins by simply adding Grim into the equation. Any attempt for your attention is ripped away by Grim’s loud munching or simply you turning away from his gaze to reprimand the messy feline as you cleaned his dirty face. 

He needs a new plan, and a contingency plan should anything like today happen again. He needs back ups to distract him, perhaps Kalim- 

“Azul” your voice snapped him out from his thoughts. “I might need some money after how much Grim ate today. Do you think I could pick up some shifts in the lounge?” 

Oh, Azul could work with that. 

“Oh no, it seems that Grim has left you in quite a predicament. Come, vent your woes to me”

Jade was excited to show his treasured terrarium collection to you. It would be delightful if you were to grow to share his interest caring for these fascinating flora, something only you and he would share in this whole campus. Imagine…Just you and him alone together, standing close to each other as you admire his projects. 

Well, that’s what he imagined…but often fantasies do not match reality as he was not alone with you as he had hoped. 

“These are some funky lookin’ mushrooms ya got here” Grim narrowed his eyes on one of the colorful mushrooms that seems to have just fully matured. “Henchhuman, you think they’re edible?” 

“I personally don’t think so but you should ask Jade” you turned to Jade, the first time in a while he would add if he were the petty type. But of course he wasn’t. 

“I believe so but I have yet to test my theory on that” Jade smiled down at the small creature which sent shivers down his back. “Are you volunteering yourself for a taste test?”

“Nyah, as if!” Grim yelled out as he backed away from the menacing aura Jade was exuding. In his panic, the monster student accidentally ran his paw over a pair of scissors which snagged his fur and pulled from his skin painfully. Grim let out a painful yelp which made you rush over to your dormmate’s side, worriedly looking over your friend. “Grim, what happened?” 

“My beautiful fur! It got cut!” Grim made an inaccurate assumption but to his defense, it did sting really bad and you could see some of his fur on the pair of scissors. So, you proceeded to check over Grim’s paw for any wounds. 

Jade stood in the sidelines as he watched you handle the monster’s paw, gently sweeping the fur to check for any blood, even blowing on it to ease the poor creature’s pain. The eel merman slightly drooped his shoulders, this was his loss. 

Walking over, Jade picked up the offending scissors that caused all this fuss. His heterochromatic eyes inspected the tool as he admitted that it was getting dull and he should replace them soon or something like this may occur again… Oh? 

You heard something fall behind you which made you turn to know the source. You saw the pair of scissors that Jade picked up back on the floor and your ocean-haired senior was holding one of his hands in the other. “Jade?” 

“Oh dear, it seems that I have accidentally nicked myself as well” Jade looked at you with his best pleading eyes, holding his hand towards you. “Could you help me?” 

“…can’t you do it yourself?” 

“Ah, it hurts quite a bit I don’t think I could focus enough to check my wound” Jade sighed as he clutched his poor hand in his own. He looked to you with pleading eyes and despite your suspicions, you accepted to help your senior and carefully took Jade’s “injured” hand into your own. With your eyes focusing on searching for this supposed wound, Jade smiled as he shared a glance with Grim behind you which scared the poor creature. 

“It seems I have quite the challenge on my hands. How interesting” 

Riddle worked up the courage to invite you to spend the day with him alone and when you accepted, he made sure that everything was perfect. Only Trey was aware of your intimate outing since he offered to take up any non-urgent Housewarden work during Riddle’s day with you so no one else was aware that you and Heartslabyul's leader were meeting. 

Everything was going smoothly, albeit a little stiff in the beginning. Riddle was shocked by how nervous he was. The teacup in his hand was shaking in his grip as he sat just across from you from the small table. 

Eventually the atmosphere settled and soon the two of you relaxed and chatted over trivial topics, enjoying each other’s presence over anything. But alas, good things must come to an end, but not in the way Riddle had planned. Instead, your date was interrupted when the two of you heard a loud call of your name from a distance, from a very familiar voice

“Henchhuman, you went ahead and got grub without me?!” Grim accused you, immediately climbing onto your lap without your complaint. This was his natural seat after all. Then, more voices were heard coming close.

“Grim, there you are. Don’t run off like that- Ahh Housewarden!” Like a storm, Ace and Deuce walked into the once private space while running after Grim then froze in place when they noticed their senior, who seemed to be a really bad mood right now. “Sorry, Housewarden. Grim said he smelled something good and went running over” 

Apparently, Grim was getting hungry and since Ace and Deuce were short on money, the cat-like monster went on the hunt for any morsel of food and caught a whiff of the tarts Riddle had prepared. However, mere tidbits of sweets were not enough to satiate this monster’s blackhole of an appetite. 

“Let’s go to the shop, I want fancy tuna tonight!” Grim whined to you, lightly clawing at your shirt. 

Riddle wanted to scold the furry student for being shameless in his demands but you reassured the redheaded senior that this is a common occurrence, considering you were in charge of handling the allowance you receive from Crowley so Grim tends to ask you to buy things for him. 

“We can go see if Sam has any in stock” you smiled at your gluttonous dormmate then looking to Riddle “I’m sorry, Riddle. I had fun today but we should get going before Sam’s shop closes” 

Riddle, stunned in the sudden shift in his plans, could only offer a nod as you let Grim yank you away to walk faster towards the merchant’s store. He wanted to walk you home and perhaps invite you to another engagement with him. But in the end, he was left in your dust with his other Heartslabyul dormmates and very awkward silence. 

Though three students quickly turned to one as Ace and Deuce silently snuck away from the scene. After being in the Queen of Hearts-inspired house for a while, they can when to book it lest they want to be collared by their hot-tempered Housewarden. 

“I was caught off-guard by that surprise…I will take this as a learning experience for the future”    

[moamidzyism]

awkward (c.yj)

ʚ♡⃛ɞ you let your best friend see your body, and now it's awkward

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 5251 angst + suggestive ౨ৎ // repost ୨୧ yeonjun x fem!reader, college!au, best friends to lovers to ??? [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

of all the friends you have at college, you’ve known yeonjun the longest. your mothers grew up together and were those best friends that dreamed of raising their kids together. you saw each other through snotty noses and scraped knees in elementary school and through first heartbreaks and senior prom dates. he was even the one who convinced your parents to let you move from your small suburban town to the big city for college.

tonight, you’re sitting on the couch in one of his friend’s apartment, nursing another red solo cup, watching him suck the face off of some random girl.

you feel a pit in your stomach.

anyone would think that because you had known each other for so long, seen each other at your absolute worst, there would be no way your relationship would ever cross that platonic-romantic line. but as you watched yeonjun become the confident man that he was today, the image of that bratty little kid who always tried to get you into trouble faded away, and you just couldn’t help but develop these weird feelings about your best friend.

there have been many times where you have actually brought up the idea of you guys getting together. jokingly, of course. because lord knows that you would never seriously tell him how much you wanted his soft lips against yours. especially not after he laughs whenever you bring it up.

so now, you just watch him, as he leaves you in a corner at the house parties he drags you along to, flight with other people.

you chug the remainder of the drink in your hand, wincing at the warm taste. you hate the taste of beer but it’s the only thing they have at these stupid parties. you get up a little too fast, and the wind almost knocks you back down. you didn't think you were that drunk, but then again this was your third drink in the last hour.

you walk over to the kitchen and tap the black haired boy on the shoulder. he moans against her lips, not even acknowledging the fact that you were right next to him. you feel the blood rush up to your cheeks as you tap him again. this time, the girl pulls away from him. “can i help you?” she asks.

you don’t even look at her, just at your best friend, who looked annoyed at the fact that you just interrupted him. his arm was still wrapped around her waist.

“jun, i want to go home.” he looked between the two of you, hesitant in his response.

“right now?”

“yeah, i’m kind of tired.” you looked at the rest of the party. “i don’t really want to be here right now.”

“do you want me to call you a car?” he ran his fingers through his hair. are you really trying to cockblock him right now?

“i think i’m going to throw up.” you lied.

“fuck,” he mumbled, “seriously?” you slowly nodded in response. “okay, shit,” he turned to the girl, his arm still around her waist. “i’ve gotta go.”

“you’re seriously leaving me right now?”

“i need to take her home.” his voice sounded sad. “but, uh… i’ll see you around?” it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself that he would ever speak to this girl again. she pushed him away from her and walked out of the kitchen.

his arm supports your back as he walks you to your apartment. his friend’s place was already small, but the fact that it was packed like a can of sardines made you feel a little claustrophobic. the night air definitely sobered you up. but you still feel a little woozy as you make your way into your apartment. yeonjun carefully walks you over to your room and lays you on the bed.

“do you want to stay the night?” you ask him in a small voice.

“no,” he is already halfway to the bedroom door now. “i have to work in the morning.”

“i’m sorry.”

“for what?” he walks back to your bed. 

“for making you leave early.”

“it’s all good. you should go to bed though.”

“can you please stay?” you ask again, a little more desperately this time.

“i’ll see you later, y/n.” he bends down to kiss your forehead. “good night.”

it was the last day of finals and you and yeonjun were celebrating together in his apartment. “i can’t believe we’re finally done. this semester was rough.” he was double majoring in music business and dance and he had a lot of final projects to complete in those last few weeks of school and this was the first time you had seen each other since last month. “how should we celebrate?” he asks you with a smile on his face. you missed him.

“i think,” you begin, an evil grin appearing on your face. “we should play truth or truth.”

“that’s not a real game.” he interjects.

“yes, it is. and we are going to play it, but every time you do a truth, you have to take a shot of this.” you pull out a bottle of fireball from your bag.

“that sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

“true.” you shrug. “but c’mon. it will be fun.”

and he agrees.

you are both three rounds into the game now and your throat is already starting to burn. the questions started out easy and light but now your head is starting to feel a little fuzzy and the air is starting to get a little tense. you sit cross-legged on the couch opposite yeonjun, the bottle of fireball between your two bodies. maybe it was the way he was looking at you or the fact that you had been drinking knowing that the last meal you ate was a nutella sandwich before your last exam five hours ago. whatever it was, it was making your stomach do flips.

“it’s your turn now.” you giggle.

“ok… when was the last time you made out with anyone?” he asks you.

fuck. why did he have to ask you that? you were a little embarrassed that it had been a minute since you had been remotely intimate with anyone. “i don’t know…” your voice trails off sheepishly, you try to hide your face with one of the cushions on the couch.

“what do you mean “you don’t know?”” he is surprised. he always had friends asking him to set them up with you. “what about that guy from that party we went to?”

“what guy at what party?”

“the one guy who you were talking to all night. i thought you guys hooked up.”

“well, we didn’t.” you pour your shot and immediately drink it. “can we move on? please?”

“well, would you make out with me?”

“it’s my turn to ask the question, yeonjun.” you feel the blood rush up to your face.

“okay, but would you?” he moves the bottle to the coffee table, and inches closer to you. he was right; this game was a recipe for disaster.

“i can’t believe you had sex with yeonjun.”

“yell it out for the whole world to know.” it is a week later and you are having lunch with one of your friends. you told her what happened with yeonjun and she cheered, gleefully, saying that she was happy it finally happened. it seemed like all your other friends had an ongoing bet about your relationship with your best friend, and she just made twenty dollars.

“so are you guys finally together now?” she leans forward, her palms supporting her chin, invested in your love life.

“god, no.” you sigh. “i haven’t talked to him since then. i actually left when he went to the bathroom and he’s been texting me but i don’t know what to say.”

“you left when he was in the bathroom?” she exclaims, causing you to groan.

“i made things so awkward now. i don’t even know what to do.”

“so you’re ghosting him? and i thought he was the fuckboy.”

“i’m not ghosting him. i just don’t know what to say to him.”

“so you’re ignoring his text. y/n, that is literally the textbook definition of ghosting.”

“what do you want me to say to him? “i’m sorry i’ve been ignoring you after i snuck out of your place after we fucked?” and through text? i sound like such a fucking asshole.” a woman passing with her child glares at you. you groan again.

“you kind of are an asshole, y/n.” her phone vibrates on the table and she looks at it, a smile forming on her face. “looks like you don’t have to say that through text?”

“what?”

“yeonjun is throwing a party to mark the end of the school year. his friend just invited me and you’re my plus one.”

“he didn’t tell me about that.”

“well, how do you expect him to tell you that when you’re ghosting him?”

“i’m not ghosting him!” you try to defend yourself. “and i don’t think i’m going to go. what if he doesn’t want to see me?”

“if he didn’t want to see you, i would not have been invited. and besides, i don’t want to go by myself.”

with one final groan, you put your head against the cold diner table.

you and your friend arrive at the party and thank goodness, you hadn’t seen yeonjun yet. she promised that she would stay by your side all night and you’re very grateful that so far she has kept her promise. the two of you walk into the kitchen.

you’re making small talk with some mutual friends when someone comes in and asks if you know where yeonjun is. right then, he comes into the kitchen laughing with his friend. his smile drops when he sees you. you wave at him, with a small smile. he turns the other way to answer the person who asked if he wants to play beer pong.

“well, that was embarrassing.” you say to your friend, trying to push your tears back.

“y/n we can leave if you want to.” she tells you, rubbing my arm.

“no it’s fine. i’m fine. besides, we just got here and you promised me we would have fun.”

“okay, but if you want to leave, let me know.”

you couldn’t even try to have fun that evening because you spent the entire party trying to avoid yeonjun. when he was in the living room, you were in the kitchen. when he was in the kitchen, you were on the balcony. when you were sure he was on the balcony, you escaped to the bathroom.

this is so ridiculous. you think, staring at your face in the mirror. you sit on the toilet scrolling through your phone until you hear faint voices outside the door.

“did you know y/n was going to be here?” you could recognize that voice anywhere.

“no, but she’s always at these things. aren’t you guys best friends?”

“uh… yeah, i mean.” you can hear him groan. “something happened and she ghosted me and now she’s at my fucking party.”

why does everyone think i ghosted him?

“what is “something”?”

“if i tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“damn, did you guys fuck or something?” there is a pregnant pause on the other end of this conversation. “fuck!”

“and she fucking ghosts me. complete fucking radio silence for a whole fucking week and then she shows up at my place again.”

“maybe she’s just scared. i mean, your relationship changed overnight.”

“then send an emoji or something. don’t just ghost your best friend.” he stops for a second, sighing. “and, our relationship wasn’t supposed to change. we know each other. we don’t judge each other.”

“do you regret it?”

“regret having sex with y/n? no. i just wish we were still friends now.”

 me too.

you clear your throat and take a look in the mirror. he’s still outside the door but it is starting to dawn on you that camping out in his bathroom all night is neither sustainable nor serious. also, why are you trying to avoid him? it’s better to talk it out once and for all than have him hate you forever. you walk out of the bathroom and see him standing there with his friend. when they hear the door click, they both turn to look at you and his friend makes a face at him. yeonjun grimaces back and they begin walking back to the living room to join the rest of the party.

fuck, okay maybe that’s why you were avoiding him?

your heart is racing now and something in the back of your mind is telling you to just walk back into the bathroom and save yourself from further embarrassment that evening. but then you remember that this is your best friend. he couldn’t really be that mad at you, could he?

“hey, yeonjun.” you call after him and he turns around with a groan. “can we talk, please?” his friend pats his back in encouragement and yeonjun walks towards you.

“now you want to talk to me?” he spits at you.

you feel a chill down your spine at his tone. only he could make you feel so small with such a simple comment. “i was never ignoring you.” you reply. your voice is quieter and more strained than you wanted it to be. you clear your throat and repeat yourself.

he laughs at your attempt to gain confidence. “really, because i was this close to sending a carrier pigeon to your house to get you to talk to me.”

“i’ve just been busy.”

“busy?” he raises his eyebrows in disbelief, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

“yeah, i was busy. i have a life, you know?” you cringe internally at how defensive you sounded. why are you getting so riled up?

“you don’t have to try and convince me. i believe you.” you are standing against the bathroom door and he is still at the end of the hallway. silence fills the gap between the two of you, until he clears his throat and begins to speak again. “so, what did you want to talk about?”

“seriously?” you scoff. “there’s a massive elephant in the room, jun.”

“i mean, what exactly do you want to say y/n?” he looks behind him to the rest of the party. you feel like you were wasting his time.

“i wanted to say i’m sorry for leaving, but–” you begin but you couldn’t get far because he chuckles. “is something funny?” you ask.

“you know when people apologize, like give a sincere apology, there are usually no buts.”

you run your hands through your hair in frustration. you’re trying to clear the air and he’s interrupting you. seriously? “i am apologizing, but–”

“you’re doing it again.” he smirk. he always did enjoy getting you flustered.

“it was awkward.” you blurt out, not giving him a chance to interrupt you again.

“not to me,” he says under his breath, quiet enough for you to almost miss it. but you don’t.

“c’mon jun, we’re friends.” you reply, plainly.

“you and i both know that we aren’t just friends.” he moves closer to you and your breath hitches in your throat.

“yes, we are,” your voice cracks. “ you’re my best friend.” you’re lying through your teeth, trying harder to convince yourself that your feelings for him were made up and he most definitely did not reciprocate them.

“so, why did you leave?” he asks, arms crossed, completely unmoved by the fact that you were about to burst into tears.

“because,” you push back your tears. “because, we’re friends and friends don’t fuck. but we did and i felt so awkward. i made it awkward.” you’d humiliated yourself in front of him too many times in the past week and you were determined to not cry in front of him and have him pity you.

“now what?” he asks, his arms folded in front of his chest.

“what?” you look up at his face, really examining his eyes. the eyes that looked at you fondly and made your stomach do flips were gone.

“you left my house right after we had sex and then you ignored me for a week. you show up to my party uninvited with your “apology” so what now? what do you want from me?” he never raises his voice at you, but he can still manage to make you feel stupid and small.

“i want us to go back to normal.”

“you want us to go back to normal?” he chuckles, not so much in a mean way but more in a confused way. like you just told him that the sky is actually green and grass is blue.

“is that so much to ask for?”

“y/n, you left.”

“but i’m here now.” your voice cracks again.

“and that’s supposed to mean something.”

“yes, yeonjun. it means that i’m here and i’m trying. i want us to be friends again, okay?” you plead. “i’m sorry for leaving and i’m sorry for ghosting you after but i’m here now. i’m trying.”

he sighs and massages his forehead before looking at you. he’s never had a great poker face, but right now his face is blank and you can’t read him at all. “i don’t think we can be friends anymore. not the way we used to.”

“we can try, please.”

“no, we can’t. you were right. it’s awkward now. you made it awkward now.” he starts leaving but turns around. “you shouldn’t have come.” and with that he disappears back into the party.

you sit on the floor for a minute before you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

where did you go????

you look at the time. it had been almost thirty minutes since you told your friend that you needed to go to the bathroom.

im by the bathroom can we leave now

you took a week to mourn the end of your longest friendship and then you spent the rest of the summer pretending that you had accepted it and distracted yourself with work. you didn’t see a lot of people over break because many of your friends were actually yeonjun’s friends and he got them in the quasi custody battle. now you weren’t getting invites to all the parties you once did, you had to find a distraction in being a straight-a student.

you’re working on a homework assignment when your parents call, asking what your plans for the holidays are.

“i’ve just been really busy, mom.” you tell her when she asks why they haven’t seen you in months. the truth is, you knew yeonjun was going home for summer break and as much as you tried to convince yourself that you were completely over everything that happened between the two of you, you really weren’t. and the last thing you wanted to do was see him everyday for two months.

“you always say that honey.” you roll your eyes at your mom’s passive aggressive comment. “but we will see you in a few weeks, right?”

“you will?” you rack your brain to see if you forgot whether or not you invited your parents to come visit you at your university or something.

“it’s winter break honey.” you had been stuck in a routine of going to work, going to class, and doing your homework in your room. you had completely forgotten that the semester was coming to an end and you couldn’t avoid going home anymore.

“oh, right.” you reply before your mom proceeds to drone on about the annual dinner your family has with your neighbors, which you absentmindedly listen to. “i don’t think i will be able to make that.”

“what? why not? we do it every year!”

she gives you half a second to come up with an excuse. you couldn’t just outright tell her that you didn’t want to see yeonjun and that’s why you haven’t come home since last winter and why you did not want to come home. because that would just be absurd. “i probably have to work on christmas eve. i’m not sure i can make it back home.” not very effective but you’re internally praying to the universe that she believes you and doesn’t push it any further.

but, alas, the universe has not been on your side lately.

“it’s the holidays! i’m sure you can call out.”

“mom, i still have a lot of work to do for school so i still might not make it even if i can get out of work.”

“honey, you know we have this christmas eve dinner every year. and your dad and i have already started planning this year. you can’t say you just can’t make it.”

you sigh. she’s so annoying when she’s trying to persuade you. “i know mom but it’s just that i hate being the youngest person at these things. it’s so boring for me.”

“that won’t be a problem this year. you won’t be the youngest because a new family moved in over the summer, i think in june. they have kids around your age.” she perks up. “and yeonjun is going to be there too.”

“oh, right.” as if you could forget about that.

“we were wondering why you didn’t come home because he was home for a month over the summer.” your mom broke you away from your train of thought.

“i had to work mom.” you respond, dryly. since you told her that you weren’t coming home at the end of last summer. she’s been bringing it up everytime she talks to you. “and i still have to work so i’ll let you know if i can come home for the dinner.”

“oh, you’re coming home.”

“i’ll see, mom.” you’re trying to quickly get off the phone. “i have a lot of homework to catch up on so i’ll call you later. love you! bye!” you hang up.

you know she’s right and you are going to go home.

from being your mother’s daughter you have learnt two fundamental truths: the salad fork goes on the outside of a plate setting and you need to learn how to lie. you have been at your childhood home since nine in the morning, trailing behind your mom as she prepares for the annual dinner. she made you stay with her the entire day, save for the two hours she allowed you to get ready before the guests arrived. even afterwards, she stayed by your side, forcing you to mingle with guests.

right now, you are in the kitchen with your mom as she gives you a quick rundown on what had been going on in the neighborhood since the last time you were there. other than your family and yeonjun’s, there was a new family at this dinner. according to your mom, they had moved in over the summer and they had a daughter your age who was going to the local university in your town. “it would be nice to have another friend in the neighborhood.” she says, prompting you to talk to her.

rolling your eyes at your mom, you move over to where the girl was with her little brother in the living room. before you could get to her, the front door opens and yeonjun and his mother step into the house. your mom rushes to greet her old friend, as if they didn’t see each other just the other day. you greet her too before escaping to the bathroom under the guise of freshening up before dinner actually begins. you had made plans to avoid yeonjun by any means necessary.

by the time you return downstairs and dinner actually starts, you realize once again that fate (or your mom) had other plans for you. when you get to the table, you see that the only empty seat at the table was between yeonjun and the girl your mother so desperately wanted you to be friends with.

this is just perfect.

you try not to make eye contact with him as you engage in small talk with the girl beside you. you find out that she’s a freshman at the local university and she’s majoring in english literature. you tell her about your major and your classes.

“what about you?” she speaks over you, to ask yeonjun. “do you also go to the same school?”

you turn to face him for the first time that evening. “yeah, i do.” he answers, coolly.

“are the two of you studying the same thing?”

“no.” you answer quickly, trying to keep him out of this conversation.

“i can speak for myself.” his tone shifts when he talks to you. “i’m doing a double major in music business and dance,” he replies to her.

“whatever,” you scoff.

“is there a problem, y/n?” he asks you, snarkily. the girl beside you turned away to play with the food on her plate. it seemed to her that she might have pulled a little too hard on a sensitive trigger.

“oh, you’re talking to me now?” you parrot the words he said to you that night outside his bathroom. the last time you saw him.

“i never said that i wasn’t taking you.”

“then what exactly did you say?” even though the two of you are not having the loudest conversation at the table, you are sure that the other people at the table can feel the tension rising.

“i said that i didn’t know if we could be friends the same as before.”

“so stop trying to act like everything is fine.” you say a little too loudly. the other conversations at the table stop.

“i’m not–” yeonjun begins but someone clears their throat and you both look up to see your mothers glaring at the two of you.

“maybe you two should have this conversation on your own time?” his mother suggests. you feel him shrink in his seat beside you, quietly apologizing.

after dinner, your mom drags you into your childhood bedroom. your room was adorned with discount furniture, an old bookcase you took from your grandparent’s house in high school, and lots of fairy lights. 

“i don’t know what’s going on with you but your behavior tonight is completely unacceptable.” your mother scolds you. you are sitting on the edge of the bed and she is standing across from you with her hands on her hips.

“my behavior?” you respond.

“you’re being rude to your friend and the rest of my guests, arguing at the dinner table, embarrassing yourself. what is wrong with you?”

“i wasn’t arguing with anyone.” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“so what exactly was going on then?”

“god, mom! this is like the last thing i want to talk about right now.”

“suit yourself.” she gives you one more look. “but i need you to calm down before you come back out there.” and with that she walks out of the room. you flop on the bed and groan.

how did everything turn to shit? you are so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that yeonjun walked into the room until he spoke. “can we talk?”

you quickly sit up on the bed, adjusting your dress, and looking at him before scoffing. “you want to talk now?”

“why are you being weird?” he is leaning against the door frame, not knowing whether or not he was welcome to walk in.

“i’m not being weird.”

“why didn’t you come home this summer?”

you look him in the eyes for what felt like five minutes. “why are you pretending like nothing happened between us?”

he takes your response as an invitation to enter your room. he moves to sit on the bed next to you. “i know that i was really mean to you the last time we saw each other but i don’t hate you and i don’t want you to hate me.” you scoff. “what?”

“i don’t think i could hate you even if i tried.” you reply, quietly. the two of you fall into a silence. you took in your room and the man sitting beside you. you two had spent many nights in this room, but tonight you both felt out of place. the fairy lights that surrounded your bed and windows highlight how aged he looks. the once comfortable silence between you two was now a gap, a liminal space. not quite what it used to be before, but not quite awkward.

“i’m–”

“i think–”

you both begin talking at the same time but stop. “you can go first,” you concede.

“i’m sorry for that night at my party.” he begins, not making eye contact with you while you are eyeing him intently. “i think i was more embarrassed than angry and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“i’m sorry too. for showing up unannounced.”

“what were you going to say?” he quickly changes the subject, feeling that the silence was threatening to return.

“i was saying, i think you were right.”

“right about what?”

“about us not being able to be friends again.”

“i didn’t say that exactly.” he reminds you.

“yeah, whatever, i know.” you roll your eyes. “but i’ve been thinking about it a lot – our friendship. and i don’t think we were ever really friends.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean our moms are friends and they kind of shoved us together. i feel like we never got to know each other outside of growing up together.” you feel blood rush to your face when you notice how attentively he is listening to you, taking in all your words. you look down at your hands, like a child being scolded by their parents. “i guess i don’t want to go back to what our friendship was. i want to get to know you as you are now. i also had a massive crush on you.”

“wait, had? like past tense?” he jokes.

“yeah, past tense.” you lightly punch his shoulder. “i think when we moved for college, i was really insecure about our friendship, because we had no true bond, you know? i think i convinced myself that i had a crush on you, when in reality, i just knew you were slipping away from me.”

“or maybe you were swept away by my good looks and charming personality?”

“actually, i think it was the former.”

“i mean it’s just a possibility.”

“now i’m definitely sure it was the former.” you smile, thinking about how you were falling back into your old banter.

“okay, ouch.” the silence came again, but this time it was comfortable – something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “i wish you told me sooner.” he says after a while.

“why does it matter?”

“i would have never let us get to this point if i knew how you felt before. i felt us drifting apart and after you left i was really embarrassed. it was easier to blame you and push you away. i really miss you and i want us to be friends.” you look into his eyes and you can tell that he was being genuine; not just saying what you wanted to hear. “truly friends; not just childhood friends.”

"i want that too."

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(Not sure if I can qualify for another prompt after the last wonderful prompt fill but here goes:

The Academy was perfectly fine with Shikamaru’s imaginary friend Shikako, until she managed to ____.

Oh dona, there are so many things that can fill in that blank. SO MANY THINGS. And, I’ll be honest, a lot of what comes to my mind range from funny to alarming. But the on that I think is the most encompassing—without being too boring—is simply “get caught.” Because that opens up so many opportunities for what else she could have been doing before she got caught in such a way that also builds a dynamic between those who are in on it (ie, the Rookie Nine, maybe even the full Konoha Twelve since Team Gai IS only just one year older) and those who aren’t (presumably the teachers of the Academy) However, in order to narrow this fic down into something writable, I should figure what Shikako is doing before she gets caught… and, maybe this is just me, but I kinda like the idea of… now maybe this is too specific… but basically, Shikamaru’s imaginary friend Shikako, aka his literal sentient eldritch horror twin sister that lives in his shadow, just straight up eating Danzo. Just. How do you get rid of something? Eat it. Because, like… okay. My brain goes something like this:

“Hm,” says Shikamaru as they hide in the treetops from Iruka-sensei.

Normally, Shikamaru is content with being out of the classroom that, outside from telling them the plan needed to ditch and stay hidden, he stays pretty quiet either cloud watching or napping.

Chouji, in his spot next to Shikamaru and equally satisfied with just being outside, is the only one to hear him. “What is it?” He asks.

That gets Kiba and Naruto to perk up, starting to get bored after their flawless escape with minimal conflict.

“Shikako says she’s hungry.”

Good friend that he is, Chouji offers some of his chips. A tendril of Shikamaru’s shadow shakily takes one, wobbling even under that weight, but Shikako is also a good friend so she eats it.

Well. She tries, anyway. Shikamaru’s shadow curls around it, mimicking a chewing motion, but it remains unchanged.

After a moment, Shikamaru reports, “Shikako says thank you, but she might need to eat something else specifically?”

Naruto, ever curious asks, “What does a shadow even eat?”

Shikamaru shrugs. “She says she’ll know it when we find it.”

Kiba, and an Akamaru squirming with eagerness, declares, “Akamaru and I are the best and finding stuff. We’ll get it in no time.”

—

Iruka-sensei finds them before they find the ambiguous “it.”

To be fair, they were searching through the refrigerator in the teacher’s lounge, and their self assigned mission had carried them through to lunch time. So really it was their own fault.

Didn’t stop Naruto, Kiba, and Akamaru from yelling and howling up a storm as Iruka-sensei grabbed the two boys by the collars of their shirts. Mizuki-sensei at least just gestured his two charges forward, trusting that Shikamaru and Chouji would cooperate since they had been caught fair and square. And plus, it was lunch time.

Distracted as they were, none of the boys noticed Shikamaru’s shadow stretch itself to connect to Mizuki-sensei’s.

Without that context, none of them made the connection when, not even a minute later, Mizuki-sensei stumbled, nearly falling, before catching himself in an uncertain stance.

“You okay?” Iruka-sensei asked, caregiving nature winning over his desire to continue lecturing the boys.

Mizuki-sensei waved him off with a strained laugh, “Ha, I just felt a little tired—midday slump, probably.”

Kiba and Naruto, sensing weakness, re-aim their efforts from complaining to making fun of Mizuki-sensei’s age. It draws his ire, never mind that he tries to seem cooler than Iruka-sensei, but he musters a woozy, half-hearted defense at best.

Shikamaru glances at his shadow, darker and deeper than it was before.

Shikako isn’t as hungry anymore.

—

A/N: And then something something Ino and Sakura spot the boys questing for Shikako’s food and they also believe in/like Shikako anyway so they try to help out, Shino gets pulled in because they end up on Aburame territory and he’s holding his smiling baby sister and his untouchable vibes are way lowered, at some point they’re like… maybe Hinata can use her cool eyes to FIND what Shikako needs (and she’s stalking Naruto anyway so we might as well actively include her) and then Sasuke kind of feels left out ALTHOUGH… I may have a separate thing for how Sasuke gets pulled in. Anyway the kids try to figure out what she’s doing—she doesn’t eat chakra, she eats life energy, but only out of people that she wants to kill anyway and the amount she eats from them is maybe based on how much she wants to kill them? (she really does almost eat Kabuto to death the first time they encounter him lol)—and they’re like… well… we also don’t like the people Shikako doesn’t like anyway? Here’s where plot maybe comes in and maybe where Sasuke gets pulled in but basically if this is pre-Uchiha Massacre then there could be a day when Itachi goes to pick up the little Uchiha members from the Academy and Shikako is just like ??? DO I want to kill and eat him??? because he hasn’t done anything (YET) so it’s just like… the rest of the kids investigating into Sasuke to investigate into Itachi which then somehow Scooby Doo style gets them to Danzo and MAYBE he’s being a creeper and visiting the Academy to recruit future ROOT agents or MAYBE the Academy building is near the Hokage’s Tower (I think???) or Shisui and Itachi are BOTH picking up the various Uchiha Academy students and Danzo tries to use the opportunity to intimidate/threaten them both “subtly” and Shikako’s just like !!!!! FEAST MODE!!!! And fully just eldritch style swallows him whole in front of some Academy teachers :) And it’s not like Shikamaru can get in trouble because he’s BEEN telling the truth about his imaginary friend Shikako the whole time. And as far as they know it LOOKS like a Nara clan technique so they’re like… well… uh… maybe we should tell the Jounin Commander about this. And Shikaku’s just like… uh… Kasuga… what the fuck… And Kasuga turns to Sembei-obaasan and also asks what the fuck… And Sembei-obaasan has to search deep deep into the Nara oral tradition for what the fuck is going on And Shikako is just in Shikamaru’s shadow, totally pleased with herself. I’m not hungry anymore :)

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[GOING SEVENTEEN] HIDE N SEEK ep. 53

SEVENTEEN's signature chase game 'HIDE N SEEK' is back 🤫

???: isn't it like... better than 'MOUSEBUSTERS?'

What awaits at the end after a crazily genius round of hiding and seeking? 😎

[Rules] - [Divide into two teams of six and switch roles for each round]

The first team had been formed, Dino as leader only had the support of Daisy while the others (Minghao, Woozi, Mingyu, Seokmin, Vernon) were forced to join. Never a day will pass where Daisy and Dino do not play each other's wingman.

«We will definitely win» - The opposing team led by Seungkwan was already starting to provoke Dino. «I don't know what it is but I get competitive with him» - Dino rolled his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, starting a typical BooChan scene in GoSe.

At the beginning of the first round Dino and the "Not Logical" team had to deal with hiding objects and then finding the hiding team.

«Is it camouflage?» - Mingyu was trying to hide the megaphone as best he could. «It sticks out tho» - Daisy had joined him in hiding the objects, as well as Vernon who was standing next to the two of them. «Yeah it's too clean, clean and new» - Mingyu was holding the object, squaring its details until he pressed the power button which made, of course, noise.

«What's wrong with you?» - Vernon and Daisy said in unison, giving a side-eye to Mingyu who stood still to take the rebukes of the other two. Daisy hurriedly went to hide other random items: a poster board, a stuffed animal, a pillow. «Guys, it's time to go» - Dino shouted as soon as the staff began to keep track of the time available before the offense team Hot Pack advanced in looking for the items, but also to hide.

«Do you think they will find the objects?» - Minghao asked while waiting for the opposing team to hide. «I don't think so, Woozi and I did our best» - «Me too!» - Mingyu added, catching his second side-eye of the day.

«Okay, let's go! No wait, Daisy and Mingyu stay here with me, without fighting, the others will do all the work. You know, the beauty of having so many members» - Dino lay down in one of those lounge chairs inside this huge indoor playground, with Daisy on his right and Mingyu on his left, while the others split up to look for members of the opposing team.

«There's one there» - Daisy had seen very well one of the boys hiding behind some bushes and pointed him out without much gesture to Dokyeom who had approached them. «He's hiding there» - She continued to give directions. Do you want to know on whom? Jeonghan. He was hiding but knew he had been seen and begged for silence and not to go chasing after him.

[It's so good to see you]

«Should we chase him?» - Dokyeom looked at the three members who were relaxing. «No, leave him» - Dino replied as he closed his eyes, thus not seeing that Daisy and Dokyeom had already set off running in hopes of catching Jeonghan. «My soldiers are working hard» was the last thing he said before the shift ended. [Creative and funny moments].

[Round 2]

«I need to warm up» - Minghao said as he waited for the other team to hide the items, already inventing a way not to be found. He got under a box, all crouched down. «He fits!» - «He looks like a luggage!» - The others laughed at his choice of imaginative hiding while Daisy covered her face in embarrassment. He's her boyfriend after all. «I'll try it» - Minghao chuckled and once the go to hide had been given, he took Daisy by the hand wanting her help. «Put the box on me please» - They were close to Wonwoo who, unable to play, also laughed at the hiding places. «Alright, don't let them find you right away» [Spoiler: he is found right away] - Daisy placed the box on him not before giving him a kiss hidden by the cameramen.

«Why am I so happy about this?» - Daisy jumped as she looked for a good hiding place; She enjoyed games like that. She initially decided to hide by crouching behind a pillar, but once Joshua found Minghao she changed her mind.

She sat in the chairs placed next to Wonwoo, where those who were found also sat, including not only Minghao, but also Dino, DK, and Woozi: They had no hope of winning. «Did they find you?» - Minghao turned to her mimicking the words, since Jeonghan was there to guard them, but she waved off. «I'm hungry» - so she pretended to be caught by sitting there. «Want some?» - The guard Jeonghan pulled out some chips from his pocket which Daisy took in her hand to open but met Dino's gaze. «Give it to me» - «Here you go boss» - Daisy laughed and then Dino in turn handed the chips to Minghao, who had a lost look. «You take it» - Dino laughed even more and at that moment Daisy decided to release everyone by touching her hand first to Minghao's [A free woman] [Freedom is contagious] «You're free! You haven't got me yet!» - «Get her!» - Jeonghan shouted shocked at being teased.

- [Staff] «Here are the final results»

[Team Hot Pack 1pt; Team Not Logical 0pt]

«Team Hot Pack won against Team Not Logical» - Seungkwan was all too pleased to have defeated Dino after nearly 3 hours of recording. «Too bad» - «We tried so hard actually» - «Knew it» - were the comments of DK, Minghao and Mingyu instead. But not Daisy.

After the recording was finally over, and everyone had gone to take off their microphones and change, she approached Kim Hyunseok, the director of Going Seventeen. «Hyunseok-nim, I heard things earlier: when I was hiding, Jeonghan and Hoshi were talking about photos they took but airdropped with each other! Please check them I swear I heard so but don't tell them now or they will torture me all the time!!!» - What Daisy had heard was true, she was also conflicted about unmasking them during the announcement of the results but it was already funny to her that way!

What will happen to the Seungkwan Team after the spy reveals these secrets?

ー☆ ͏

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. . . ♡ MAMA ! ? 🐚 2023 ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ moments! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2023 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

warnings! mentions of anxiety, mentions of a passed family member, woozi and rosie being the cutest couple korea knows, speeches, sucky writing

MAMA 2023 was the award show to see if you are a Rosalie stan! She was nominated in four categories and stole the night, as she should! Rosalie won in all four categories she was nominated in, including; Worldwide Fan Choice, Best Female Artist, Song Of The Year, and Best Music Video.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE’S BEST MOMENTS !

— rosie is the biggest extrovert and loves talking to the other idols! It causes a big of mayhem for her members but who cares? not rosalie.

— you can see rosalie at some points sneaking over to le sserafim’s seating spot and talking to all of the girls and laughing loudly that you almost hear it in the background

— on the first day when they were late, rosalie kept trying not to laugh at the realization and got caught on the screen and got very embarrassed

— rosalie was dancing to almost every single song preformed especially bouncy by ateez, that’s her ass shaking song come on guys

— she started crying when woozi gave his speech for album of year and had to be consoled by seungcheol. and then cried even harder at wonwoo and seungkwan’s speech wishing only the best for the boys.

— there was multiple times woozi and rosie were caught on screen talking and holding hands during random parts of the award show

— the screams that came afterwards were oscar worthy! yunjin of le sserafim was definitely not one of those screams

— rosalie was able to perform breathe with woozi playing the piano.

— she preformed in a beautiful light blue gown, her sister’s favorite color

— every time rosie won an award the boys were hyping her up so hard and embarrassing her so hard, it was so cute though to see her laugh and playfully scold them

— when rosalie won song of the year, she had jihoon come up as well to give a speech with her

— WOOZI’S SPEECH: “Breathe is a song of comfort. It’s a song that’s suppose to let you know that it’s okay, and that someone cares. This song is for Rosalie, a girl who continues to put on a smile no matter the circumstances! Ever since we met, she never went a day without laughing and trying to make other people feel happy, regardless of how she was feeling. She deserved to know that it was okay to be upset and to need a second to breathe.

I hope people will continue to find comfort in this song and support Rosalie till the end.”

— she definitely didn’t cry when she got home that night remembering his words

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE WINS SONG OF THE YEAR!

Rosalie was in her own world at this point, the award show had been going on for what felt like hours which in her case you can’t blame her. It was just one of those days where she would rather be cuddled up to her animals reading a good romance book rather than sit here, waiting for a event to decide if she or her group we’re good enough for the title of “Album of the Year”. But she was grateful, 2022 and 2023 had been a tough year and she was happy she was even nominated for a category.

Always her worst critic.

Though it was finally time for the ‘Song of the Year’ category, one that she had been anticipating for a while . . . more like the whole award show. Rosalie was nervous and couldn’t help but clutch the person’s hand that was nexts to her, Jihoon.

Rosalie lets out a sigh of relief and her worries subside, for the mean time.

Then the (dreaded) words came from the announcers lips “Samsung Galaxy Song of the Year goes to….”

Rosalie didn’t know what she was stressing about. It was as if her brain couldn’t decide which thing to worry about the most; what if I don’t win, what if I do win and so forget my speech, what if I trip going up the stage, what if?

All of that seemed to fade away when the words “Breathe, Rosalie!”

Rosalie’s eyes widen comically and was captured on the big screen for all the other idols and fans to see (which they found adorable) she covered her mouth in surprise and walked up the stage never letting go of Woozi’s hand. This was just as much his award as it was hers. He wrote the song, he produced it, all Rosalie did was sing it.

Rosie made it center stage, right there for all eyes.

“Ahh, I don’t know what to say! I had a speech for incase I won but I didn’t think I would so i forgot it.” Rosie said pouting. Anyone could tell she was nervous, you didn’t need to be close to her to notice the shakiness in her hands as one held the golden MAMA award and the other holding onto Woozi like a lifeline.

Rosie took a deep breath in and out before continuing, “I never expected to get an award like this and I am so so thankful to CARATs and to everyone who stood by me and supported me and this song. This song is everything to me and I’m so glad it’s getting recognized for what it’s worth.”

Woozi stepped a bit closer to Rosie at this point and held her hand a bit tighter.

“There is one person I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart. . . my little sister who wished for this day with me. We would watch the award shows together when I had first debuted and she dreamed I would win an award like this for her one day.” Rosie looked up trying to avoid letting the tears roll down, and took another deep breath in . . . and out.

“She would say ‘Unnie! Please win a big award so I can brag to all my friends that I have the most popular older sister in the world!’ and at that time, I didn’t think it would be a reality. But here I am!”

The crowd screamed for her as she held up the award, Woozi letting out a chuckle beside her as she did.

“My little Sarang, My forever Valentine — I did it! Aren’t you proud of your most popular awesome sister?” She asked rhetorically looking up the roof of the building. Breathe, in . . . and out. “I’ll be sure to remember this day forever and make more music people can find comfort in it as I did. Thank you!”

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Baby Severide - Chapter 2: Good Genes

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: You and Kelly finally get to tell 51 the news

Words: 946

Warnings: medical terms, hospitals, still not great writing, Kelly Severide being sensitive (who knew he could do that)

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Next Chapter: Chapter 3

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——

Holding your hand as you walked up the driveway, Kelly kissed your forehead.

“Ready for this?” He asked.

“The 51 love? Always,” you laughed. 

Sylvie and Matt were the first to greet the two of you. 

“You’re glowing!” Sylvie exclaimed, “how much longer until we get to meet this little one?”

“Well, that’s why we’re here,” Kelly started. 

“The doctor is worried that the baby is too big and may cause some risk to the baby. We’ve scheduled a c-section for Saturday morning at 11:30,” you announced, excited.

“That’s amazing!” Sylvie smiled.

“You ready for this?” Matt asked Kelly.

“Yeah, I’m ready. She’s gonna do great,” he replied, “I’ve got to go talk to Boden about extending my furlough though.”

“He’s between meetings right now. Now is your best bet to talk to him.”

“Come with me, I want some opinions on my replacement.”

Matt followed Kelly into Boden’s office. 

“Mind if I have a listen?” Sylvie asked.

“Go ahead, Doctor said she’s got a strong heartbeat. Been kicking like crazy too,” you laughed.

Grabbing your hand, Sylvie led you to the back of 61.

“Two days away, huh?” Sylvie asked, grabbing the stethoscope from the jump bag.

“Yeah, the timeline was a bit of a shock, but more time Kelly and I can spend with the baby together, so I’ll take it,” you smiled, rubbing your belly. 

Sylvie put the earpieces in her ears and brought the chest piece up to your belly. 

“Magical, isn’t it?” You giggled. 

“She’s so strong. Maybe she’ll be a firefighter like her daddy,” Sylvie laughed. 

“With a family like 51, she’d kick ass at it for sure.”

“Should we go see the boys?”

“Make sure Kelly isn’t trying to get back on shift today,” you laughed.

“Here I’ll help you up,” Sylvie offered, reaching out her hand. 

As she helped you back on your own two feet, you started to feel a little woozy and Sylvie could tell.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked, gripping your forearm.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little head rush.”

“You should sit down.”

“No no I’m okay, really Sylvie. Thank you. Let’s go see Kelly and Matt.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna bring the stethoscope just in case.”

“Fine by me,” you smiled.

Walking over to Boden’s office, you saw Kelly with a few tears on his face through the window. 

Sylvie knocked on the door and you followed her inside. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing baby, I’m okay,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you. 

As you used your thumbs to wipe the tears from his face, more streamed along behind them. His mouth with a slight smile. 

“What did you do with my husband?” You asked, looking at Matt and Wallace.

“He was talking about the baby and how happy he is to be becoming a dad,” Matt laughed.

Boden, Matt and Sylvie quietly left the room as you cupped Kelly’s face in your hands.

“Baby I love you and I love this little girl so much,” he laughed, wiping the tears from his face. 

“I love you too babe. I didn’t know you felt thi-“

Kelly caught you off guard with a passionate kiss.

“Let’s get you home,” he smiled.

——

“Can you believe we get to meet our daughter tomorrow?” You asked, smiling from ear to ear.

“You ready?” Kelly asked, packing the rest of his things for the hospital. 

“As soon as we finish packing for the baby. Then, yes,” you laughed.

“You pick out the outfits for her and I’ll pack the rest. You need sleep baby.”

“I’ll be fine. I don’t want to forget anything.”

“Five more minutes then I’m tucking you into bed. We’re having a baby tomorrow, baby,” he smiled. 

——

Kelly dropped you off out front and went over to the lot to park. You found yourself a bench to sit on while waiting for your husband. An older man was sat down beside you a moment later.

“What are you here for, young lady?” He asked.

“A c-section. My baby is too big so I’ve got to have surgery. You?” 

“Bad heart. Getting a new valve today.”

“That’s exciting, why aren’t you in there?”

“Could say the same for you.”

“I guess that’s true,” you laughed.

“Truth is, they’re putting a pig valve in me. I’m going to be 1/200th part pig by the end of the day. That don’t sit right with me. My son already doesn’t talk to me, why would he talk to me when I’m part pig?” He grumbled.

“I’ll tell you what. Once they do my surgery and say I’m all good, I’ll come by to see you, let you meet the baby.”

“You’d do that for an old guy like me?”

“Hell yeah I would. What’s your name? I’ll have one of my nurses look you up.”

“Aaron Whitley.”

You saw Kelly parking the car and walking towards the hospital.

“Looks like I’ll have to let you go. My husband is walking up,” you laughed.

“With a good looking husband like that, I’d leave me too,” he chuckled, “he looks really strong, what does he do for work?”

“He’s a rescue squad lieutenant with the CFD.”

“Good genes.”

“I guess so,” you smiled.

Kelly walked over with your bag.

“Kelly, this is Aaron. He’s having surgery too today,” you announced.

“Nice to meet you Aaron. I’d love to get to know you, but I’ve got to get her upstairs,” he replied, “thanks for taking good care of her, Aaron.”

“I’ll see you soon,” you smiled.

Kelly shook his hand and you waved behind you as you walked in the front doors to the hospital. Today was the day.

[samisonehotman]

𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 — 11:07PM

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sam Golbach / Reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Left Behind / You hurt yourself in a family fun center and think the boys have left you behind

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Fluff / SFW

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 30 Day Masterlist

You had the heebie-jeebies. Never once did you think a family fun center could eventually run down into nightmare fuel. The amount of debris you had to step over was astounding. "How did most of this not burn up?" You voice, silent in awareness of the echo speaking would bring. "I don't even know..." Sam gasps, pinpointing his flashlight on what looked to be remnants of the carpet at his feet. "There's so much to check out." Colby says, already looking towards the stairs for the second floor.

Just as Colby starts heading in that direction, he turns, "We need to split up though, we can't be here more than an hour." Your head rolls back and onto your shoulder, realizing he's got a good point. "I'll go upstairs if y'all want to stay down here." You offer, making a face at the one 4Colby gives at the suggestion of taking his floor. Sam nods, making the agreement for Colby too as he pulls the brunette further into the building. "Be safe!" You half yell, half whisper after them.

The stairs are rickety and unstable, wood rotting away under carpet long void of color. You don't make it to the top for a solid minute maybe, so worried about falling through. It was very freeing to explore without toting around a camera, as this trip was just to get back into the swing of things. The boys hadn't touched abandoned locations in a hot minute, but recently had been pressured just enough to consider checking out one or two places. You were a little disappointed at what you saw upstairs, slowly discovering a whole lot of nothin'. The upstairs floor seemed to just be a dining area, nearly empty except for some bench tables in shambles. Flashlight dancing around, you found not much else than lewd graffiti and names on the wall.

You went to turn, stopped halfway at a frigid cold feel at your face. Shivers wracked your body, ran up and down your spine, but it was simply played off as a cold draft. But then there was the faint outline on the wall, and with some movement of your light you were able to debunk it not being your own shadow. You whipped around, seeing nothing between you or the far wall. Momentarily distracted by the hushed chatter of your friends downstairs, you forget to watch your step and walk forward without even bothering to look down. Your foot shoves against metal with an alarming clang, leaving you flat on your belly in the dust. "Motherfucker!" You hiss, hands braced on the floor at your side to hoist your body up. Everything downstairs stops, eerie silence. Once on your feet, you call out, "Sam?"

No answer. Maybe the boys assumed the noise was from outside. You try to step, immediately collapsing at the intense pain in your apparently injured right foot. Did you really kick the scrap metal that hard? Your flashlight glances over your foot and you gasp, blood running cold; blood oozes from your shoe, but you can't seem to tell what was bleeding and why. "Sam?" You call out again, voice trembling. The pain was starting to settle and you were freaking out at the sudden feeling of loneliness. "Colby?" You cry, louder than you should while doing something illegal.

Eventually you start to cry. Left behind in this dingy, stupid run down arcade. Bleeding profusely enough to leave a little wooziness in your head, unable to walk down stairs yourself and get to a hospital. You sob, a pitiful little hiccup following. Next to the pain sat anger, towards the people you thought were best friends leaving you, towards yourself for crying like this. Just because you were left behind.

You grab your flashlight, rolled over a foot from you. There was some way to get out, alone. Aha! You were next to the railing, able to pull yourself up with it as support. Going downstairs was a challenge, hopping one step at a time and leaving your injury up. The blood trail you left only added to the creepiness of this stupid place. "Are you okay?" Sam gasps, bolting to you from his spot at a counter near the door. You shove him away the moment he's in reach, nearly falling in the process, "Don't fucking touch me after you left me behind."

"We were in the bowling alley, what are you talking about?" Colby says, picking his way through the rubble towards you. Tears well up again, instead out of guilt for being so angry when they never left you behind. "What happened?" Sam asks, persistent, offering his body support. You fall into his arms, oh so cliche, and wince. "I, I don't know. There's blood. A lot. I'm dizzy." You whine, unwillingly resting most of your weight onto the blonde. Colby helps him carry you out, to the car hidden in the darkest corner of the parking lot. You're sat in the back seat, awkwardly sitting sideways with your bleeding foot up on the seat. Instead of sliding in to the seat in front of you, Sam hurries into the backseat opposite you and oh so gently lifts your partially mangled shoe to sit in his lap. "Oh, my god. You're losing a lot of blood. Oh my god." Sam gasps, voice trembling.

"There's an ER somewhere around here, I remember passing it on the way in." Colby says, peeling out of the parking lot the moment he starts his car. "I'm gonna get blood on your seats," you cry, promising yourself you'd pay for a interior detailing. Sam shushes you, patting your knee in an attempt to console you. Dizzy and panicked, you just can't stop sobbing. You're barely aware of the car lurching to a stop at some point; or being pulled out of the car; or suddenly being set on a hospital bed. When did you wait in the office? Or check in?

Your head throbs and the light makes your eyes ache, having to squint when you watch a team of doctors usher the boys out. "What happened?" A nurse asks, helping you sit up and intake some water. "Uh," you slur, "talk to th' blonde. Or the uh, um, emo?"

She looks frantic, turning away just as you're slipping into a peaceful, silent darkness. When you wake, it feels like just a couple seconds. So you expect to see medical staff tending to your wound, but instead you're met with a nearly empty room. Nearly; Sam sits at the window on the bench, looking so incredibly bored on his phone. The sky behind him is blooming in warm colors, signaling sunset. "Hey..." You rasp, coughing at the stab in your throat. Sam looks startled at your voice, tossing his phone onto the couch as he rises. "I was only out a couple hours?" You ask, knowing that it was somewhere around 2 in the morning at the arcade.

Sam frowns and crouches next to you, reaching a hand up to stroke the hair from your eyes, "no. The sun's going down, you were out all day." With him this close, you realize how tired he looks, the water building at his lash line. "What happened?" You ask, having heard that sentence a dozen times already in the last 24 hours. "You ended up kicking into a spike that was still attached to some metal. Y'know those thick nails they use to keep big stuff in the ground?" Sam tries to explain in a way your mind can comprehend right now. "Yeah... I didn't feel that though. It just felt like I stubbed my toe?" You counter. "No, you fractured your foot though."

You turn, looking up at the IV leading into your arm. "Am I gonna be okay...?" You fear the answer. "You're gonna be fine." Sam promises, standing and placing a kiss to your forehead. For the third time, you cry. "Will you get into bed with me?" You ask, voice petulant like a child. Sam doesn't answer, instead squeezes into the uncomfortable hospital bed with you. Without request, he pulls you to him, letting you turn over and rest your head on his shoulder. "I thought you and Colby left." You confess, feeling the dribbles roll down your cheeks. "No, we were just in the back and didn't hear you. I still feel so bad I wasn't paying attention." The blonde whispers, comforting hand drawing nonsensical patterns into your back, "I should have checked on you."

"Where is Colby?" You want to feel hurt your other best friend wasn't here, but know you can't expect so much of him. "Downstairs getting food. He stayed with me all day." Sam says, and you smile because they both stayed. You suddenly remember dripping blood everywhere, "I owe you a new pair of pants and Colby detailing for his car."

[rinsuniverse]

for this req i didn’t know who to choose so you can choose whether you want to write for woozi seungkwan or soonyoung! I’m a very quiet person and even when I try to raise my voice sometimes I’m not heard so eventually sometimes I just give up on what I’m trying to say, so what do you think one of those boys would do if they had an so like that? do you think they would try to speak up for their so or something else, especially since svt can be very loud… and make sure you’ve eaten today if you haven’t already!

woozi with a quiet partner! ✧˖°.

this is cute concept and very very real

i myself am quiet (sometimes lmfao), and whenever people talk over me, i kinda just get quiet and give up

since you gave me the option, of course i'm going to choose woozi!

but seungkwan would be your personal megaphone and say everything you say louder so you'll be heard

and soonyoung will listen to you thoughtfully before yelling at everyone to listen to your great idea

woozi would be different since he's quiet and an introvert as well

imagine you're at the recording studio with woozi and the other svt members

the performance unit is in the studio, crowded together to record their song

and they're talking over each other and making jokes

and woozi's letting you take over the recording while he's in the bathroom

you're trying to tell them to focus, but they're laughing a bit too loud to hear you

poor thing

and you don't have the nerve to raise your voice at your idols

and it's not like you to raise your voice at all

suddenly, jihoon reaches over your shoulder and presses the button, sternly saying

"yah. y/n has been trying to tell you to be quiet, and you're too loud to even hear them. are you serious?"

all of a sudden, they're so apologetic and they acknowledge you

and you carry on helping with recording

even though jihoon is sitting next to you, scowling at his members for not respecting you

later, he sends them a text talking about how you're a quiet person and threatening them to always listen to you, especially when he's with you, or else.

for another scenario, you've brought jihoon to hang out with a couple of your friends

and your friends are talking amongst themselves

and you mention a joke for them to hear, but they're so distracted

and you try to say it again, but they still aren't listening

you kinda sigh and give up

but jihoon chuckles and goes, "haha, i guess they aren't listening. that was funny, though."

he makes sure you know he's listening to you

he's not the type to speak up for you, though!!

he might softly ask, "do you want their attention?" and reassure you

"i'm sure they don't mean to ignore you"

he won't mind speaking up for you if you ask tho!

woozi would love having a quiet partner

i can't stress enough how much he would love spending time with you where you both don't even talk and do your own things!

he is the type to get kinda pep talky? does that make sense?

like "you should be more assertive when you say things, you know? you deserve to be heard by everyone. you're funny and smart."

but he loves you for you!

he just wants the best for you!

i can't think of anything else for this idea, i'm so sorry :")

thank you so much for requesting again! feel free to request many, many more things! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[dkakapizzaboy]

I’m Not Cute

Taglist Form || Masterlist

Pairing: Jihoon x Fem Reader(est. relationship)

Words: Around 300

Trope: Hot boy doesn’t like being called cute

Category: SMUT (MINORS DNI)

Warnings: Smut- fingering, slightly dommy Woozi I guess

A/N: Huge thank you to @onlymingyus for proof reading this ❤️ Also tagging @angelwoozi for nefarious purposes.

Taglist: @drunk-on-dk @junhui-recs

Feedback always help!

Jihoon hated being called cute. He was not a child, or a puppy, he was a full grown adult, hence, cute should not be a word that is used to describe him. Hot, sexy, talented, charismatic- these suited him much more. He was a confident man, even if his height gave him a slight disadvantage, his talents and assertiveness more than made up for it.

So when Jihoon started dating you, probably the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes upon, he wanted you to use the correct adjectives to describe him. But you didn't. You used to call him cute affectionately all the time. For the first few times , he'd tolerated it because you were still figuring out the labels to your relationship and he didn't want to say anything that might sabotage his chance. But as time went by and you didn't stop, he just grew more and more frustrated.

Jihoon decided that the best (and the most fun) course of action would be to teach you in a way that you won't forget.

Which brings us to the current situation, with his index and middle fingers curled inside you, stroking your walls, the other hand lightly tracing your bottom lip.

"So what do we conclude from this conversation?" He asks smugly, his eyes boring into yours, as he brings his thumb to lightly press your clit, not giving you the pressure you need to push you beyond the edge.

"You're not cute. You're hot, sexy, a fucking tease and an asshole, but you're not cute." You practically cry, tired of being edged.

"That's right baby, now was that so hard, hmm?" He asks rhetorically as he finally rubs his thumb against your nub, deliciously rhythmic with enough pressure, and then pinches the nub lightly as he feels your walls contract around his fingers, pushing you to cum on his fingers.

"You know you could've just told me that you don't like being called cute." You laugh breathlessly after a few seconds, still recovering from your high as he plops down on the bed next to you.

"Yeah, but what would've been the fun in that?" He smirks, while licking his fingers clean.

What had you gotten yourself into?

[k8epot8e]

Train in Vain: Chapter 8 Into the Fire

Summary:

Infiltrating the Donquixote family meeting was one thing but now that you got what you came for, how are you going to escape?

Notes:

Life is rough, friends! Sorry for the delay, but we're back on the tracks here. Here is Chapter 8, and I anticipate publishing Chapter 9 in the next couple of days. After that, I'm planning on returning to one a week as I've got big plans for Y/N and the boys to come.

TWs: Drug mentions, drug dealing mentions, cursing, alcohol mentions, drinking, sexual innuendo, anxiety, intimidation.

Trebol gestured you towards one of the open chairs on the left side of the room. All eyes were on you as you maneuvered into your seat, attempting to retain in your posture whatever confidence you could still scrape together. Trebol drooped his wide body into the last available chair just to your right. You sat like a princess with your legs pressed tightly together, discouraging any accidental contact that you could have with the man whose long legs were already slipping out from his chair in either direction.

“Why, she’s so demure. Like a little doormouse.” The woman with the gaudy necklace said, smiling over her shoulder devilishly.

“Not all of us can be as flamboyant as you, Giolla,” the man with the crew cut answered.

“You really should convince the precinct to let you wear better clothes, Vergo, the aesthetic of the entire police force leaves a lot to be desired.” Giolla huffed.

“I don’t think the pigs care about aesthetics,” the bicep-man laughed.

“Well, they ought to!” Giolla chuckled.

“Behehe” Trebol joined in.

“Alright everyone, cool it,” Joker said and the room snapped immediately into silence. “You all know there is no judgment on appearances in this family. I am a kind man. Everyone gets a fair shot as long as they’re loyal and get results.”

He paused. You could unfortunately sense that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you’d entered the room. The chilling grin he flashed in your direction seemed to be a permanent facial feature.

“You’re Monet.” He said, more a statement than a question. Your head reeled. The blood rushing through your veins screamed DANGER to every neuron it could find but none would listen. Your animal instinct was trying its best to save your sorry ass but your brain won the battle, knowing it was far too late.

You nodded at the man behind the desk, trying to not feel faint as you looked at him directly. The intensity of his attention was making you woozy. You started to regret having Sanji’s cosmo earlier.

“Go along to the party. We’re starting business.” Joker said to the beautiful woman in his lap. She giggled and floated out of the room.

“Because of the” Joker paused, “delicate nature of our collective situation. Monet has spent her time with us undercover. Like you, Vergo.”

The man with the crew cut nodded.

“We are happy that both of you could join us tonight. Welcome.” Joker extended his long hands out in an inviting gesture.

You managed to give a soft smile in return despite the distracting rhythm of your pulse throbbing in your ears.

Joker continued, “I’ve asked you all here tonight as a little status report. Also, to highlight some new product you’ll be supplying in the near future. After we conduct business, we’ll all join the party in the parlor. Take tonight as a show of faith for all of your hard work.”

“Let’s start with introductions. Monet, since you were the last to arrive, I’ll direct these to you. You already know Trebol. He is my, shall we say, Chief of Staff.”

You looked to Trebol who matched your gaze with a sweaty grin.

“In front of him is Bellamy, he is my distributor for West Brooklyn.”

Bellamy, the bicep-man, shot you a wink over his left shoulder.

“Next to him is Vergo, my distributor for East Brooklyn.”

Vergo nodded at you.

“And last but not least is Giolla who is my distributor for North Brooklyn.”

“Charmed,” Giolla said to you with a cheshire grin.

“Nice to finally meet you all,” you said returning your gaze to Joker. You switched tactics from biting the side of your tongue to stabbing your palm with one of your fingernails. The sharpness of your nail piercing the warm flesh of your palm gave you enough focus to speak and to keep your breathing regular.

“And I, of course, am Joker. Here, there is no need for secrets. Tonight, you can call me Doflamingo.” The man behind the desk said, a long tongue snaking out of his mouth to lap at his upper lip.

You tried your best not to react when you saw his tongue but your eyes must’ve widened in surprise as you watched his smirk grow sharper in amusement.

“So, now that we’re all acquainted, has anyone run into any issues on their turf?” Doflamingo asked, leaning his head to rest against the chair’s high back.

Bellamy spoke up first.

“I found out a couple of weeks ago that some small-timers were operating out of a club over in Fort Hamilton. They were moving similar product to ours so I shut it down. Haven’t heard anything since.” Bellamy said confidently.

“Everything is going swimmingly in North Brooklyn. The Williamsburg art shows are as hot as the product I’m moving through them!” Giolla laughed.

“Captain Smoker has been a pain in my ass down at the station but my guys on the force have been moving product smoothly, no hiccups,” Vergo said.

Everyone turned to look at you.

“South is going fine. Coney Island has been slower because of the time of year but that’s normal.” You said. You weren’t sure where this lie came from or how you said it so nonchalantly but it was something you thought, you hoped, made enough sense.

Doflamingo paused. “Good. Seems like no one is having any real issues. Now, let me show you our new product.”

The man opened up a drawer on the right-hand side of the desk. His long fingers gently placed what looked like a piece of hard candy down in front of him. The candy was white and red swirled, like the pinwheel colors of a mint. It was wrapped in clear plastic and twisted into bowties on either side.

“This is the Doc’s new creation. It’s more addictive than our other products and more potent. Despite this, I got him to ease the come-down to make it better for club usage. I also got him to make it cuter looking to sell better to young people.” Doflamingo explained. He went on at length about the drug, its chemical composition, and its effects. You tried your best to concentrate, but your anxiety was making it difficult.

“This will be included in the product package you each pick up on your designated days next week. Market it to young people in your regions, primarily young women who go clubbing. Once it’s used in certain areas by your better customers, word will spread and increase the market.”

“Young Master, it’s adorable!” Giolla giggled.

“It’s some of Doc’s finer work, I will say, fufufu” Doflamingo laughed. “Now that we’ve chatted, let’s join the party, shall we?”

Everyone waited for him to rise from their chairs. He hoisted his enormous body from his throne and pocketed the drug into his pink silk suit pants as he sauntered out of the room.

The five of you remaining in the office began to follow him out into the parlor.

You couldn’t believe you’d survived. You rose to your feet, feeling somewhat lightheaded from your heightened pulse. As overjoyed as you were that you’d made it this far, you quickly started to realize that you didn’t know how you were going to leave.

You almost flinched when you felt a hand rest on your left arm and an arm wrap around your shoulders. Giolla had slid you into an embrace on her right side.

“It’s not ALL serious work, dear. Let’s have some fun.” Giolla giggled as she led you through the doorway.

--

You, Giolla, Vergo, and Bellamy had entered the parlor to find Doflamingo across the room, already chatting with various guests at a blackjack table. Vergo was walking away from our group when Bellamy called him out.

“You’re not going home yet, are you Vergo?” Bellamy asked judgementally.

Vergo paused. “I’m going to the buffet table and then I’m leaving. Some of us have other jobs in addition to our work for the family, Bellamy. Monet understands.”

He turned and made a beeline for the buffet.

“Old man.” Bellamy scoffed and headed towards the bar.

Giolla pivoted you in the direction of the bar after him and Trebol followed.

A new sense of panic began to take hold of you as you were steered towards the bar. You may have gotten the recording you needed but how were you supposed to escape? Also, Smoker had said not to get too talkative but now you were expected to drink and chat with people at the party. You swallowed hard.

Bellamy leaned one of his long arms on the edge of the bar. “Jack and coke for me, what do you want Giolla?” He asked.

“A sidecar, dear.” Giolla laughed. “She’ll have one too.”

You turned to see that Trebol had disappeared. You couldn’t see him from across the room and wondered where he had gone. While you were curious, you were happy that there were fewer people around you. You had to make your way to the other end of the room so you could slip out, unnoticed. One down, two to go.

The bartender handed the three of you your drinks. You took one of the sidecars and Giolla held hers up in a toast.

“To the Young Master!” She said.

“Hear, hear!” Bellamy said, raising his glass.

You raised your coupe glass and clinked with the two people next to you. You took a swig from the sidecar, it was refreshing to have something to drink after all this time.

“Giolla! Darling!” You heard from behind you. You turned to see that an older man with a mustache was calling out to Giolla with his arms aloft.

“You bad man!” Giolla squealed and immediately ran to join her well-dressed acquaintance leaving you and Bellamy standing together at the bar. Glad to be rid of her, you breathed a little more deeply.

Bellamy was leaning on the bar, looking lasciviously around the room. He eyed the ass of a woman in a red cocktail dress peering over a roulette table. Getting rid of him was going to be too easy.

“You like what you see?” You asked him slyly.

“Hmm?” Bellamy grunted, obviously not listening.

“I said, do you want to fuck her?” You asked nonchalantly.

This statement made the man snap out of his lusty gaze. He looked down at you in surprise before busting into a laugh.

“Yeah, I do. Hah. I like you, Monet. You don’t talk too much, but when you do it’s cause you’ve got something to say.” He laughed.

You weren’t sure if that was a compliment but you’d take it.

“You should go talk to her.” You goaded him, eager to get him gone.

“You think so?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah. You’re with Doflamingo and you’ve got great arms. I’m sure she’ll take a liking to you.” You said, taking another sip of your sidecar.

“You’ve got a point. Well, thanks for the encouragement. Hope you get some, yourself.” He said, kicking off the bar and winking at you as he stalked away.

Cheers erupted in your brain. You’d played this so well. Maybe you should be a professional sting-person, you thought to yourself. You kicked off the bar and started walking along the side of the room towards the exit. You knocked back the rest of the sidecar as you moseyed around the people milling about. Home free, you thought just as you’d reached the other side of the room.

While crossing in front of the fireplace a long arm bolted in front of you to rest on the mantle, blocking your path. You stopped abruptly as you turned to your right to see the enormous figure of Doflamingo leaning over you. His glasses stared into your eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

[superpositvecloudshipper]

Injured Anthony lockwood x reader part 1

Anthony's pov:

It was around six in the morning when he stumbled back home. Anthony lockwood owner of the most *prestigious agency*(according to him of course) his shirt stained with blood and his coat having been shredded all along the side.

As he collapsed onto the couch he heard hurried footsteps come rushing down the stairs. "lockwood where have yo-" y/n his best friend in the world also his crush stared wide eyed at his bloodstained form. "hey" he weakly replied. "WTH HAPPENED" they all but yelled at him "why didn't you wait for me or George or Lucy to come with you we've all been worried sick about you, you bloody moron" "

"I'm sorry y/n but it was just faster to go myself and I'm not that hurt its just a couple of small scratches" he said trying his best to give the full Anthony lockwood grin but wincing as his side protested.

Y/n pov:

*the bloody idiot hasn't even got cleaned up you know you should be mad at him and maybe tomorrow you will be but right now you are focusing on making sure the love of your life and employer stays in the living realm. "I'm going to get the first aid kit don't even think about going to your room"

"wouldn't dream of it darling" lockwood says his characteristic smirk plastered on his face despite the slight pain it causes. As you grab the first aid kit from the other room you manage to regain your composure lockwood flirts with loads of people and it doesn't mean anything to him but to you the girl/boy who is head over heels for him it's hard you wish he would just call you pet names but that won't happen he's your boss and your just a colleague. After straightening yourself out you walk back into the other room and sit next to him placing the first aid kit by your side. "Anthony your gonna have to remove your coat and shirt for me okay" you ask nervously. "sure" he replies "but I may need a little help with the shirt"

"of course" you say trying not to think aboyt the fact that you will be seeing him without a shirt on.

Anthony's pov:

As y/n helps gently peel off my coat and shirt I see their eyes dart down my chest taking in my lean build and toned muscles while blushing a deep red. It makes me feel confident and a little powerful knowing I have such an effect on them. "your staring babe" I say in a slightly lower and deeper voice. "you wish" they reply their eyes locking with mine before they open up the first aid kit taking out antiseptic wipes and gauze for the cuts on my side. As they gently dab at the wounds I can't help but stare at their face it's slightly scrunched in concentration hair falling slightly across their face it's just one of the many things that I love about them.

Y/n's pov:

You can't help but be a little flustered at looking at a shirtless Anthony lockwood it definetly is not helping you get over your crush on him. As gently as possible you disinfect and patch up the cuts on his side you should probably be asking what happened but your to tired to care all that matters is that he is safe and now hopefully on the mend, unable to stop yourself after putting away the first aid kit you slump down next to him and before you know what's happening your fast asleep laying on the person you love the mosts chest.

Anthony's pov:

I was going to suggest y/n go to bed as it is very late... Scratch that early and they need rest but as I'm about to I feel a slight weight on my chest and look down to see y/n sleeping on top of me head resting on my shoulder arm slung slightly over my stomach. I can't help the slight blush that rises to my cheeks this time the person I love the most is lying in my arms I know I should probably take them back to their own bed but the lack of sleep and blood has made me slightly woozy so instead I Pull a blanket from the back of the couch over us both and settle myself and them down in a more comfy position. Me laying with my back on the couch and y/n resting on top of me face in the crook of my neck with my arms wrapped around them. For once I finally feel my body succumbing to a natural and pleasurable sleep which i willingly accept with gratitude.

Hope you enjoyed if want this to turn into a series suggest a senerio for part 2 I'm currently making several other fics so it make take a little while but If you want anything else or any other fics just ask. Have a great day/night xx @klineinie @givemea-dam-break

[deathbyseventeen]

As the World Caves In

pairing: Dino/Chan x f!reader

genre: post-apocalyptic, romance/fluff, angst | zombie!au

word count: ≅1.2k

series: To be Together

chapter warnings: allusions to death, vomit, makeshift weapons (the knifebrella)

summary: The world ended on a Tuesday in November, days after Halloween, when the sun was less than an hour away from setting. Chan had just left his dorm’s building, late to his History of Dance 136A lecture, when it happened. You hadn’t been as lucky on the day the world began to crumble.

a/n: hello again :) take a chance on this fic, maybe? oh boy.. oh boy oh boy oh boy

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{intro} + {3 days from the end} + {7 days since the end} + {10 days since the end} + {20 days since the end} + {24 days since the end} + {27 days since the end} + {a month since the end}

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7 Days Since The End

It’s been months since Chan has been able to hear his friends' voices. The last time had been when they were all still at home, taking online courses from the city’s public library, having rented out different study rooms so they could stick together during the summer. Maybe it’s because they’re childhood friends, but he swears he can still hear their voices, their individual pitches and tones inside his head. 

It’s been months. 

But it’s been days since they, all twelve of them, chided him as best they could through text messages for bringing you into his home after saving you. He should have forgotten it by now. You’ve yet to wake up, and he doubts it takes as long to turn into a zombie considering how quickly things went to shit. But, every time his gaze even so much as passes near the door, he finds their voices competing to be the loudest. 

Perhaps that’s why he sometimes finds the words popping up like text messages in front of the door as if he were living in some 90s cartoon.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Seungkwan HOW CAN YOU BE SUCH AN IDIOT WHAT IF SHE WAS BITTEN [5:21pm]

Wonwoo You need to get her out of there as soon as you can, Chan. NOW. Before she turns. [5:23pm]

Vernon Dude, what did you do? [5:24pm]

Hoshi GET HER OUT OF THERE!!! BEFORE SHE TURNS!!! [5:26pm]

Woozi They have a point. Haven’t you ever seen the movies? [5:27pm]

Jeonghan How could you think this was a good idea?! [5:27pm]

Well, he couldn’t just leave you, could he?

They were texts, but he could still feel their anger coming out in waves through his phone even though they’d taken to ignoring his little problem. Every time any one of them checks in, he reminds himself that it's been days. Days, and you’ve yet to turn into a zombie. 

Though, this doesn’t mean he didn’t have his fair share of scares the first couple of days.

On the first day, after messaging the others, he returned to his spot under the frame of his bedroom door. He watched you from a distance for hours, thinking but not really. It was innate, the need to know exactly when you changed, if you ever did. He waited for hours. Eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, on the twitch of your fingers, and on your facial spasms.

It would be a lie to say he hadn’t taken a step back when your eyes suddenly flew open. His hand had stalled behind the wall next to his bedroom door, grazing the fabric of his knifebrella. But then your eyes fluttered shut again, and he paused. When you made no movement to get up, he let out a sigh of relief he hadn’t even known he was holding and returned to where he had been standing.

He barely slept that night. 

He’d spent nights on the couch before, falling asleep while he worked on papers and projects he hadn’t had time to finish. But even the couch felt foreign now, and every time he managed to fall asleep, every small scratch or groan that he could hear woke him right up. He’d sit up startled and, in an instant, gaze at his closed bedroom door.

In the following days, he avoided going into his room to check on you until he heard you groan. It sent a chill up his spine as it was the loudest noise he’d heard you make. In a flash, he’d stood up from his spot on the couch and picked up his knifebrella. Then, he made his way to his bedroom. 

Chan doesn’t know how long he stood there, only that he refused to open the door until he was sure that he could hear no noise on the other side of the door. Then he opened it and nearly tripped over his own two feet.

You hadn’t moved from his bed, but your eyes were open. You breathed heavily, and sweat ran down your face.

“Hello? Are you okay?” He asked hesitantly. His voice broke as he did. It had been a long time since he last used it. 

You merely stared at him, face void of any emotion.

“I’m Chan. You passed out at the stadium. There were a lot of zombies. I had to bring you here. My dorm, I mean.”

Silence, and instead of an answer, your eyes fluttered shut.

Chan swallowed as he took a step forward. You couldn’t be a zombie, could you? A zombie would have tried to devour him the moment he made any sort of noise. And your eyes, though cloudy, did sort of seem to meet his before closing again. Did zombies even breathe?

“Hey?” He tried again, stopping at the foot of his bed. “Are you awake?” 

You made no notion that you heard him, but he noticed that your eyes were moving under your eyelids. 

In a boost of sudden confidence, Chan moved to your side and, noting the sweat on your face again, placed the back of his hand on your forehead. 

It burned. 

You had a fever. 

It was clear to Chan now, much more than it had been before, that you really weren’t a zombie. You were sick, and the days he spent avoiding you, waiting for you to reveal yourself as a zombie, had definitely made it worse. He was certain you were starving and possibly delirious (if your momentarily opened eyes were any indication). 

Chan did the best he could that same day and in the ones that followed, trying to feed you and lower your temperature. He failed on his first attempt, spoon-feeding you broth from the noodle cup he’s made. It’s not healthy, in the least, but what else can he do? He’d brought the noodles with him though he doubted you’d become lucid enough to chew and swallow. 

The broth goes down your throat easily, and it braves him enough to spoon quicker, waiting only a couple of seconds before bringing another spoonful to your lips, and it does not go well. It takes less than two minutes before you begin to cough, and he realizes what’s about to happen before it does. He’s seen it too many times from Mingyu back in high school when the latter had decided to become a partying senior and from the many educational videos on the dangers of drinking.

He manages to shove the plate of noodles onto the nightstand before you heave for the first time. Then he’s turning you on your side, hoping he can get to the trashcan in his bathroom before you hurl, then you do, and your vomit lands on the carpeted floor by your shoes.

He tries feeding you again after he’s cleaned the carpet (choosing to scrub it again after he’s fed you), this time going slower and giving you sips of water after every couple of spoonfuls of noodle broth. 

It’s later that night, after he’s fed you and cleaned the carpet and the soles of your shoes, that he realizes how much luck the two of you have just used. 

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10 Days Since the End 

[strawberry-jazzcake]

The Poignant Journey of the Ones Left Behind

After watching “How to Make Millions Before Grandma Dies,” I was asked if I could make my own story out of this movie. It was hard for me to answer this because Grandson M eventually learned his lesson after her grandma died compared to me who is someone full of sadness and regret after my Papa’s death.

After watching this movie, I kept thinking about why he should leave right before I could finally give back to my father for all his love for us. I said to my friend that right now, I am living in a distorted time after my Papa’s passing.

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.

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I am living in the present but the fuel of my spirit is my time with my Papa. Bad moments, good moments, the moments when he is driving his motorcycle with me, everything with him. I am looking at the future with no strong meaning. Why should I reach for success when I can no longer see his smile once I reach them? I kept thinking until I remembered his last words with me, he said, “Thank you, thank you Anak.” after I said that I set aside my work to take care of him together with the rest of the family.

My Papa became a man of few words months before his death. I believe it is a sign that he is losing hope for his battle against his sickness. For a woman who is too weak to give in, I never said goodbye to him until his last breath. Maybe that is the reason why my heart cannot reconcile to what happened. I do not know If I made him proud or if he felt how thankful I am for everything.

Maybe this regret will not go away, but now I know the lesson God gave me through his existence. My Papa thanked me for spending time with him before his last breath. Time is the greatest gift my Papa (and Mama) gave to us and it is the gift that my Papa ever wanted from us. I finally learned that time is a precious gift that I can offer to a loved one. What a lesson that I only learned 4 years after his death.

Then last night, I listened and saw the lyrics of "Yawn" by Seventeen. I learned that this was written by Woozi to give comfort to grieving Seungkwan. For those who do not know, Seungkwan went through a hiatus after his best friend's death, Astro’s Moonbin last April 2023. Somehow like me, Seungkwan always shows that he paddles through his memory of Moonbin every time he misses him. Over and over again, Seungkwan and the boys will not let us forget the memory of Moonbin who is a dear friend.

Maybe, even if we learned our lesson, we gave back, we spent time, or we were able to say our last words, we still don’t allow ourselves to end our memory of our deceased loved one. I think it is because our loved one is already a part of us.

If you think of me, please also think of my Papa.

If you think of Boo, please also think of Binnie.

“...I'll share these memories that I have far and wide.

Every time I do that, smile happily and watch.

If I have something to ask for, it's that you appear in my dreams.

You're my friend in our next life, no matter what.

I'll see you up there! I'll hug you tight as soon as I see you.

I love you so much. Bin, you worked hard."

-Seungkwan’s letter to Moonbin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCsKd2y1VkY

[svt-vivi]

Vivi w/ Vocal Unit

synposis: vivi's relationship with the members of the vocal unit

Jeonghan

#vihan (비한)

these two would compete over who has the best hair during svt's earlier era

she would often help take care of his long hair as she knows the struggle of maintaining long hair from having long hair when she was young (it used to go all the way to her waist)

honestly she misses his long hair bc she loved making braids and trying different hairstyles on him

thought he was a sweet and kind angel when she first met bc he didn't make her feel any different as the only girl

but man was she wrong

the amount of pranks that he easily pulls on her since she a little bit more gullible than the other members

but he’s so observant of her so he knows when she’s not feeling up for the pranks and taunts

1/2 vivi's mom line

he likes to invite her for dinner once in a while, just to catch up w/ each other and to make sure she's eating properly

he's super supportive of everything she does

he always talks about how much she's grown and became so mature

Joshua

#eunso (은수)

these two bonded as new foreign trainees who were still adjusting to a new country and culture

these two are always having english convo which vivi is grateful for bc she's pretty sure she would have forgotten english if it wasn't for him

an iconic moment between the two from predebut was when she in a bad mood and she mumble a curse in spanish in front of the boys, joshua was stunned

she had no idea he knew spanish too especially curses words so when she saw he face she was like "you understood?!???"

he was readying to clean her mouth w/ soap

1/2 vivi’s mom line

just like s.coups he checks on her to make sure she is not causing trouble

he always made sure she did her homework and stayed on track for school

he was so proud of her when she graduated since it was pretty touch and go for a while

he was like all that work paid off 🤧

always there to help her when she gets headaches bringing her something cool or taking her away from noisy places

Woozi

#vihoon (비훈)

she has such mad respect for this man

he was just amazing at everything, writing/producing, singing, dancing, and rapping

he admired her ambition to become a better rapper and writing lyrics

he has such a soft spot for her

she's the only one who allow to bug him in studio

sometimes when she's bored she would sit in the back of the his studio watching him make hits after hits

ever now and then he would give her lessons

but he is super tough when she is recording bc he knows she has so much potential

which can lead to some arguments bc he sometimes wants things to be done a certain way and she sometimes either thinks it should be another way or just doesn't understand

they always end up working it out after discussing and her raps end being FIRE

i mean he's a genius and she's bloody talented

DK

#seokeun (선은)

he’s one of the members that makes her smile the most

if she’s being too quiet or if she’s really upset, seokmin is sent to rescue her

his laugh is contagious to her

she absolutely loves it and always make her laugh

affection duo

hugs, hugs, and more hugs

since they both get frighten easily they always trying to comfort each other

key word: TRYING

so many complication of them (plus seungkwan & mingyu) chaotically screaming together and hugging each other from a scare

vivi has never really been into musicals but went w/ jeonghan on the opening night of XCalibur to support seokmin and ended up crying her eyes out

she kept coming back after, she just couldn't get enough of his performance and she found a new appreciation for musicals

honestly she is impressed that she never seen him angry at her especially when she's being a pain in the ass

Seungkwan

#jikwan (지관)

the sassy duo

1/2 bicker siblings

like vivi is pretty quiet for the most part but put her next to him and all hell break lose

love riling each other up

they always saying how much they hate each other or how annoying the other is

but its how their relationship is

these two are probably the best of friends

super protective of each other though since they both got a lot of criticism from knetz for their appearances

she will fight anyone who says anything rude about his appearance

vivi never really knows what's going on in the kpop industry so he always keeps her updated even though she never asks

but every now and then she thankful for it bc its save her face during interviews and games when she remembers it

he always there to save her during variety shows when she says something and it wasn't funny or when she isn't talking much

[smileyyoungchan]

Cupid’s Chokehold - L.J.H.

Woozi x reader

Warning: none

Genre: fluff

Summary: I just have this insane will of doing a marvel marathon (again, like every year) and I would love to do it with Woozi and talking with him about the characters and the story 🥺

“Ok but just admit that Black Widow is the best avenger” I said as I faced my boyfriend, sitting next to me on the couch.

“Definitely not? Iron Man is, hands down” Jihoon said, crossing his arms.

“But she’s so powerful! Like she can do things, and all her story? Amazing”

“Sorry, but are you just going to ignore the fact that Iron Man is a billionaire, with an amazing suit and super intelligent?”

I huffed.

Iron Man sure was super cool, but I wasn’t going to give up on my opinion.

“Admit it” he smirked.

“Never”

I crossed my arm and pretended to be mad at him, he only chuckled and passed and arm on my shoulder, pulling me closer.

He then placed a soft kiss on my temple, smiling.

Jihoon isn’t a boy who loves skin ships, but he knows how to show his love.

His love is silent, but so precious.

“Should we watch a movie?” He asked so softly, moving some hair from my face.

“Thor Ragnarok?” I asked, hoping for a yes.

“Thor Ragnarok is” he smiled and woke up from the couch, taking the tv remote.

I loved cozy afternoons with him, where we just stayed on the couch, ranting about nothing and watching a film.