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everything-fine-n-peachy · 2 years ago

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chrysalis (l.jn) pt. 1

pairings: lee jeno x reader genre: angst (read: longing, so much longing) summary: arts high school au where dance major jeno works with creative writing major y/n for his senior recital. she falls first but he falls harder

You almost regret falling for Jeno. Almost.

No matter how many times you try and scold yourself, it always works for a little while until you feel breathless from laughter at his jokes, light-headed from being under his gaze, and warm from the smile he would give you every time he executed the story into choreography, and for a few moments you think, you can’t regret something beautiful like that not even when you knew this was all fleeting.

You remember your professor’s quirky expression before he assigned you to work on the project.

“the story needs a little fixing here and there for the stage, but I think this is right up your alley,” your professor explained as he handed you the manuscript.

“Chrysalis?” you asked. “Like being in a cocoon?”

“It’s a bit dark though, morbid if we’re stretching it and,” he paused for a second, “well, just don’t get too caught up with Jeno.”

For all the opinions the entire campus had about Jeno being cold, too serious, and careless about other people’s emotions, you think, he was so much more than the Casanova archetype that everyone was projecting onto him.

Watching him make the studio his playground, soft movements, slow tempo, then all at once fiery, intense, and swift, you discover this man is as much an oxymoron as his carefully curated piece. He was driven and relentless for sure, but he was also very considerate to the younger dancers on his team, polite to the staff, and very much kind to you.

The more you got to know him, the more he let bits of himself slip into the conversation. Suddenly you know about his pet cats, the chocolate stash he has hidden under his bunk, and even his guilty pleasure, gaming. Later on, he’s talking about how he adores his mom’s cooking and how he dreams of being able to see the world and perform everywhere.

And so you find yourself spending more time at the dance studio, preferring to work on your own final project there and staying late after rehearsals were done to watch Jeno polish his jumps.

Much like today, you relish in the quietness of the moment. You’d like to think nothing else mattered. Not your feelings, not graduation, not anything. Just laying next to Jeno. You close your eyes and take a big breath. You feel the hardwood floor beneath your back and the breeze on your face from the open windows.

“Hey, did I lose you?”

You turn your head slowly, opening your eyes only to find him already staring back. His index finger finds its way to your open palm right next to his, tracing circles on them, an unconscious habit he’s formed in the past months you’ve been working together. Jeno begins to say something but you’re already looking away so the words die in his mouth.

“Nope, I just realized that your final recital’s in a week,” you answer with a tiny smile. You feel the excitement in the way his eyes crinkle at you. The way he visibly squares his shoulders with a knowing smirk.

“Are you proud of me?” he says playfully, shifting his body weight off the floor with his arm supporting him as he half hovers above you. “Say you’re proud of me.”

Your head shakes in disbelief and try not to look too long into those deep pools of black because the last time you did, you almost did something really stupid. Almost.

You chuckle making it a point to push him away, sitting up with your legs crossed. “Of course I’m proud, I mean you’ve worked hard.”

“It’s your story though, I’m just in it.” You turn at the sound of his voice, looking back at him still splayed on the floor with his arms cushioning his head.

“This is literally your thesis, Jeno. I just helped you write the stage play.” Smiling, you reach over to boop at his nose. Unexpectedly he catches your wrist before you can pull away. You aren’t sure what to make of the way he’s looking at you, only that it makes your heart beat a little faster than it was a second ago.

You think it’s ironic, the way your penchant for finding meaning in the most mundane of things is what brought you to Jeno and yet it's the very same thing that keeps you in a loop of suffering.

Ever since you were a child, you’d made a home for yourself within the bedtime stories your mother used to tell you, falling in love with secret worlds and strange creatures. And so you grow up to build yourself your own realm of metaphors, stanzas, and rhythm, content to be whoever you wanted to be and go where you wanted to go, at least in your story.

You never expect to meet a lonely prince on top of a mountain, the world at his feet. His kingdom, a campus full of pretentious teenagers, too dumb for their own good, who were either afraid of him or in so much awe they forget that he’s only a boy. It’s quiet and the silence is heavy with something yet to be spoken of. You watch him rub patterns on your wrist with his thumb. He closes his eyes and a contented sigh escapes his lips. You can’t deny the number of times you’ve wanted to just give in to the inexplicable pull you felt, to just lean in and kiss Jeno. For the umpteenth time, you find your body moving on its own accord and you jolt your head back, whiplash taking over.

“It’s getting late,” you murmur, pulling away. Jeno blinks, confused at your suddenly icy tone.

This is nuts, you think. You almost did it again. Hastily, you stuff your belongings into your bag, eager to put a healthy amount of distance between you and the boy who made your chest feel like it was about to explode.

Maybe if he wasn’t receiving offers from schools so far away, you’d actually give this a chance. But you knew better than to kid yourself into thinking that you were part of Jeno’s world. His was a realm of glittering lights and roaring crowds. You were just part of the chorus of applause.

You feel Jeno, instead of hearing him approach. The warmth behind you feels like a siren’s call. And so you try to distract yourself.

“I just remembered that I need to talk to Mr. Kim about…” you huff in exertion trying to pack your things as fast as possible. “The senior book launch is also in a week and-”

Before you know it Jeno pulls you in, to face him. You’re too shocked to register what just happened. Your mouth hangs agape but before you can even say anything Jeno is the first to break the ice.

“Why do you always pull away?” you feel his palm coming up to gently caress your cheek and feel the urge to smoothen the frown that’s formed on his regrettably handsome face. It’s a mistake to meet his gaze because when you do, you realize they’re expectant of something you don’t know or rather, are too afraid to actually name.

You close your eyes instead, trying to at least regain some rationality. Jeno breathes out an exasperated sigh before leaning his forehead against yours. His scent, a mix of mint and Jeno, inevitably fills your lungs with the proximity. You feel yourself relent a little, leaning into his touch wanting so badly to just stay this way for a little longer.

Everything about this boy was tempting. The crescents staring back at you when he was laying his head on your lap in between rehearsals, the way he was so attentive to your input during the entire process and the feel of his hands on your waist as he taught you certain parts of the choreography, insisting it was part of the creative exchange.

You find yourself glancing at his mouth, transfixed by the way he runs his tongue against his lips. He stares back at you with hooded eyes and you’re about to close the distance when a shrill yell from the outside douses you like cold water from an ice bucket and you quickly extract yourself from Jeno.

You grab the last of your things, not even bothering to put them inside your bag before heading for the exit. “I have to go,” you mutter before walking past him.

Jaemin smiles at you, clueless about the exchange that just took place seconds ago. He greets Jeno with a big bright hello which dies in his throat as soon as he sees how crestfallen his best friend looks.

But you don’t have time to think about that. You’re already running out of the studio, thoughts churning at the rate of light speed. You had almost kissed Jeno. Almost.

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dimplesandfierceeyes · 2 years ago

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✨ 💫 🎀 💞 💌 please!

Hello anon! Do anons get notifications when their asks are answered? I hope so!

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Oh this is a tricky one! If I’m honest, I’ll always have a soft spot for The Supreme Art of War is to Subdue the Enemy Without Fighting—despite it’s unwieldy title. It was one of the first PatPran stories I started writing though certainly not the first that I posted! It was a slow write because I had to keep pausing for research.

Before I started writing this fic, I had very little knowledge of Thailand’s history, so I found it fascinating to uncover. When I’d originally planned a historical AU, my first thought had been to do something a little more recent, such as World War 2, but once I’d started reading about the Reunification of Siam, the more fitting it felt for PatPran.

One of my more recent fics that I was hoping would draw a bit more attention was Dumbasses and Dragons. I love a bit of high fantasy and I was hoping PatPran dragonriders would intrigue a few others too, but alas I clearly did not make it sound enticing enough.

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I love to read specific parts that people enjoyed from a fic. It’s always fun to see what a particular line/scene has made an impression on a few people but also, people so often pick out completely different parts. It’s amazing to see people having such a personal connection to something you’ve written.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Ahhhh the hardest one. As a writer, I’m so used to focusing on the things I want to edit and improve on in my writing that I struggle a lot when it comes to thinking about what’s good in it. I think I have a strong attention to detail in my writing, and that I do well at getting characterisation across. I also like to think that dialogue is one of my strong points. Often when I’m writing a scene all it starts out as is dialogue and everything else gets filled in after haha.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

The characters are always my starting point. Probably why I struggle so much with original fiction haha. All my writing is based around characters and their reactions to the base situation they’re in, so if I don’t have a strong character profile in my head, writing is almost impossible for me. That being said, I do love to have a strong structure too. It’s not always true of all my stories, but I do like when I can write a story with a particular structural symmetry.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

So I do have some fun angst coming up as a follow-up to one of the Bad Buddy Fic Exchange stories I wrote but actually I stumbled across something else the other day that I’d completely forgotten about. So a long time ago, I wrote a Bad Buddy story called A Nose Boop and the Rest is History, which is basically a short tale of Pran’s astonishing self-discipline being finally eroded away by Pat’s oblivious flirting.

Flash forward to today and I currently have two WIPs all planned out and ready to be written that follow basically along the same lines, but in different situations and with different outcomes (though all the same eventual outcome because you kno, this is PatPran after all). My eventual plan is to have all of these as part of a What If series of all the times Pran could have given into his feelings and how that would have shift their story.

Thank you for the questions!

These asks were from this post here, in case anyone reading wants to join in and reblog yourself!

#lovely asks #writing

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mlovesstories · 2 years ago

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Generations Part 2

Warnings: ADHD feels, angry Jared

Summary: YN struggles in school, but Uncle Jensen saves the day... or the evening.

Words: 1745

YN age 6

“Mr. Padalecki, your daughter has been such a gift to have in class,” YN’s teacher stated in the parent-teacher conference.

“I’m so glad to hear that, but I hear a ‘but’ coming.”

“She is a delight, I promise. I just wanted to let you know that she is very distracted a lot. She completes activities, but only preferred ones. I don’t think it’s malevolent. It’s not intentional from what I’ve observed. Have you noticed that at home, by chance? When she sits down to read or do homework, is she easily distracted or has a hard time completing it?”

“Sometimes, I guess, but she is six.” Jared tuned in to what the teacher was saying. “I’ll keep and eye, though. Other than that, how is she engaging with her peers?”

“YN is slow to warm up. I’m sure you’ve seen that in her. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Once she meets a new friend or has been watching from the sidelines for a little bit, she is perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her. “ He grinned.

“I have no other concerns, Mr. Padalecki,” her teacher smiled.

YN age 9

“Honey, go read your book. You have to read twenty minutes a night.”

“I hate reading.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know it is hard for you.”

“Can’t I just listen to it? Or can you read it to me?”

“You have to learn how to read and understand on your own, YN. It’s called reading comprehension, and it’s a skill you will need for the rest of your life. If you read the first ten minutes, I’ll read the last ten. You can do this.” Jared booped her nose. She giggled in response.

“Okay,” she sighed.

Later that night after she went to bed, Jensen came over to watch TV with Jared.

“Hey, have you noticed YN has been off lately?” Jensen took a sip of beer.

“She’s been having a hard time getting stuff done like her homework or a chore. I think it’s only getting worse.”

“Yeah, I have seen that too. She also cries over stuff that isn't really a big deal, but to her it must be,” Jensen shrugged.

“I think she is struggling more than she lets on.”

“Maybe.” The shorter man shrugged.

A few years went by, Jared noticing his daughter struggling more and more.

Jared scrunched up his nose.

“Honey?” He yelled for his daughter over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have an F in English?”

She stalled once she walked through the doorway, eyes widening.

“Come on, if you can earn an F in English, you can have the courage to tell me why.” He turned toward her and spun in the computer chair. Jared raised his brows expecting an answer sooner rather than later.

“I-” YN bit her lip, eyes watering.

“Why didn’t you say anything? It’s almost the end of the semester. You can’t undo it once it’s too late, sweetheart.” Jared sighed and crossed his arms. “Well?”

“I, I can’t write.” YN rang her hands together.

“Yes, you can,” he said almost as a question. “What do you mean you can’t write?”

“I can write, kind of. I can’t read stuff and then write about it after. My brain just doesn’t want me to.” YN knew he wouldn’t like that answer, but that was the best way she could explain it.

Jared took a deep breath with a look of displeasure on his face.

“What you are going to do is you are going to email your teacher this evening and let him know that you will be making as many of these up before the semester is over, and he will be receiving the assignments ASAP.”

“I can’t do it like that, Dad.” YN responded with a deep grunt and exacerbation.

“Well, you better figure it out, because you only have a few weeks of school left before summer hits, and if they retain you, that’s on you.”

YN was so overwhelmed in what had transpired that she didn’t use a defense, she hung her head and said, “Okay, Dad.”

“Thank you. Now turn off the TV that I hear playing and get to work. Use this computer since I have all of your assignments open right here.”

Over the next few days, YN cried. A lot. She was able to turn in an assignment or two, but the whole process was overwhelming.

“I’m leaving to meet Gen. She is grounded and on homework duty until further notice.” Jared said over his shoulder to Jensen.

“Has she met Gen yet?” Jensen whispered.

“No, I’m not introducing them until we’re steady. I can’t break YN’s heart in case something doesn’t work out. YN has met Gen since she is in the cast, but she doesn’t know we are dating. Gotta go, I’ll be back later.”

“Hey, YNN.” Jensen knocked at YN’s door. He slowly opened it. “I am getting dinner ready. You hungry?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Jen.” She kept her eyes on her paper, writing answers for her assignment.

“Okie dokie, I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Jensen ducked out of her room and shut the door.

After he had cooked some chicken and vegetables, he yelled up the stairs for YN to come down for dinner.

“NOT HUNGRY!” He heard her say faintly.

Jensen hurried up the steps knowing something was wrong.

“YN, I know you’re hungry. You told me you were twenty minutes ago. Come down for dinner please,” he said plainly.

“No.”

He tried to turn the knob on her door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I WILL kick this door down if you don’t tell me what’s going on. AND- you will have to explain to your father why your door is now broken.” He heard what sounded like her tossing her cookies. “YN!” He rattled the knob again. “Open the door in the next ten seconds or I swear-”

Jensen heard the lock click.

As she opened the door, he saw her lips covered in what looked like snot and tears were running down her face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoled. Jensen ran into the bathroom across the hall to grab toilet paper. He came back to crouch in front of her and slowly touched the toilet paper to her lips, wiping away the substance. YN tried to turn away from him, but he continued to wipe her face. “Come here,” her uncle pulled her into him, her body still. After he held her there, she leaned into him with almost her whole body. Tiny as she was, Jensen braced himself to hold her weight.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Uncle Jensen.” She repeated the phrase over and over.

“What are you apologizing for? Did you eat something bad? Do you know why you threw up?”

“I’m stressed,” she said after a moment. Thinking he would have to coax it out of her, he started to ask her more questions when she continued, “My dad got mad because I am not passing English. If I don’t pass, he said I could be retained and have to do fifth grade again.”

Jensen guided her to her bed where he sat her down. He sat across from her in her computer chair. Caging her in with his long legs, he took her small hands in his.

“You’ve been struggling for a long time, haven’t you?”

She could only nod, words not coming to her in her rush of emotion.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She took deep breaths. Jensen didn’t rush her to answer.

“I didn’t know how.” She shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t want to do it. I want to, Jensen. My brain tells me I can’t. Or I get distracted. But when I told my dad that, he basically said it was stupid and-” she sniffled, “and now I have to finish all these assignments. I don’t even know where to start, Uncle Jensen!” YN backed away and threw her hands up in the air. “I can’t focus, I can’t think straight. I walk back and forth in here because I’m thinking too much.”

“I’m so thankful you shared that with me. It’s hard to describe those types of feelings. Even for an adult.” He watched her pace the room from his seated position. “You’re so brave, sweetheart,” he stroked her cheek after she stopped and made eye contact with him again. “I think I might know what’s going on. Let me talk to your dad, okay?”

“He will just get mad.”

“How about you and I tell him together? I’ll be there to shut him down if he gets mad.” She tilted her head, thinking about it.

“Fine. But I don’t want to.”

“It’s either that or you keep throwing up because you’re overwhelmed, kiddo. You know how I told you I have ADD, and it was really hard for me in school?” YN nodded. “I couldn’t pass English to save my life. I turned out okay though.” He smiled, and she smiled back. “We will do this together. You are in fifth grade and a baby in this world, whether you want to believe it or not. Good for you for standing up for yourself even though you didn’t think you had the right words. It’s only one grade that will not affect anything major, I promise. I bet you they will pass you onto sixth without batting an eye either.” Jensen hugged her again. “I say we eat, you sit down with me and make a plan for the evening as far as homework goes, and then we sneak off to my house for a movie night. How does that sound? We can talk to your dad tomorrow once you’re feeling better.”

“My dad-”

“I will deal with your dad. Don’t worry about him. The real question is whether you want to or not.”

“Okay. That sounds fun, Jensen.”

Text Conversation:

JENSEN

I’m taking YN back to my house for the night.

JARED

She needs to study. I told you that.

JENSEN

Relax, lurch. She’s been working all evening like you asked. Let her have some fun.

JARED

You and I are going to have a fucking talk in the morning.

JENSEN

Whatever, man. Go eat. You’ll feel better. Hehehehe.

“Okay, let’s go!” Jensen called over his shoulder to his niece. “Before your dad makes it home and punches me!” He laughed.

Forevers:

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@thevelvetseries @samsgirl93 @supernatural3002 *

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#supernatural #supernaturalrpf #Jared Padalecki #jared x daughter!reader #jared padalecki x daughter #Jensen Ackles #jensen x niece!reader #jensen ackles x niece #jensen ackles x niece!reader #mlovesstories #mlovesstoriesgenerations #mlovesstoriesgenerationspart2

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itsdanii · 4 years ago

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Because I’m an angst-addicted ball of misery, is it okay if I request drabbles of Fuckboy!Atsumu and Fuckboy!Oikawa being the crush of the reader but she knows of how they treat other girls and doesn’t want to end up heart broken and since she’s shy and introverted, the boys barely know her aside from her being a classmate?

She tries to keep a simple distance away from them until said boys randomly show an interest in her and they start showing her attention, love, and treating her better than the girls they messed with until after a few weeks she overhears from them or their teammates that it’s out of pity/they were bored because Y/N seemed easy to mess with.

Y/N doesn’t let them know she overheard them, instead a switch is flipped and she’s emotionless around them and avoids them. When they ask why she’s like that, she simply says “I won’t let you hurt me like the others.” She basically treats them like they don’t exist (she’s friendly to everyone but them) and said f!boys regret it and bust their asses to fix everything between them (I read how you felt about full angst, so the reader just blocked their number, social media’s, and treat them like the plague until they prove that they truly love her or regret messing with her :) )

Hey, bub. Sorry for the slight delay! I hope you don't mind me making slight adjustments about the plot for my comfort 🥺 And uh... this drabble turned out to be a oneshot because I got carried away. I only did Atsumu's part which went over 3k+ works 👁️👄👁️ Anyway, I hope that you still like it. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Karma's a b*tch

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: rude behavior (resolved), cursing, self doubt and insecurity(?), do message me if I missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason

ft. fboy!atsumu miya, f!reader

never play with a girl's feelings. wanna know why? just read the title.

You stared at the back of Atsumu's head dreamily, your elbows propped on your desk as you basically ignored the world around you.

Contrary to the belief that noisy students always sat on the back, Atsumu and his twin were actually seated in front. Despite being in the middle of a class discussion, the two kept on chattering as if the teacher didn't exist. The teacher basically gave up already trying to shut them up since they never listened anyway.

You knew that she could've just sent them to detention but of course, who would do that to the miya twins? People almost worshipped them and your teacher wasn't excluded. Everytime she entered the room, you noticed how she would always cast a glance at the Miya twins and smile "politely."

The two, of course, took advantage of it. If it meant being able to get away with their noise by just simply smirking at the teacher in front of them, they'd do it. They already did anyways. They never did anything more than that though, and for some reason you were thankful that they never crossed that line.

You jolted up slightly when the bell suddenly rang, a loud yelp slipping past your lips out of shock. With your eyes widening like saucers, you felt your cheeks heating up when majority of your classmates turned their head towards your direction, some having a grin on their faces while the others having a look of displease.

However, their stare didn't matter as much as a specific person's did. A pair of brownish eyes stared at you intensely, his gaze so intense it was enough to make you almost squirm in your seat.

Feeling your heart rate picking up along with the shiver running down your spine, you looked down at your lap, successfully cutting your eye contact with Miya Atsumu - the guy you secretly liked despite being hailed as your school's certified f!ckboy.

"Make sure to finish all your requirements this upcoming weekend. You're all seniors so I have high expectations on your outputs, understood?"

With a series of "Yes, ma'am," the class was dismissed.

The room was filled with different noises - subgroups gossiping with each other, the footsteps of students hurrying their way out, the rustling of papers, clanking of chairs and the voices of the class representatives reminding the assigned people to clean properly.

It was lively, for them at least.

As for you, you preferred being alone. No, you weren't some weird nerd kid who acted as if they hated the world. Instead, you preferred categorizing yourself as one of those people who were naturally shy and introverted.

You don't really like crowds nor socializing. You've always opted on sitting by the corner, just enjoying the calmness silence brings you.

Grabbing your books from your desk, you stood up and made your way to the door, head casted a little downwards to avoid making eye contact with people, knowing that doing so will result to interactions, and who has time for interactions anyway? Certainly not you.

With the lack of paying attention, you failed to notice someone who was rushing their way out. Like a cliche movie, your body collided with them, the impact causing you to stumble backwards, loosening your grip on your books as they fell on the floor.

Luckily, the person behind you managed to catch you on time, their hand gripping the small of your back to keep your bum from meeting the floor.

"Whoa, there. Ya alright, princess?" spoke the familiar voice just behind your ear, his breath against your skin giving you small goosebumps.

Instantly, you jerked away. Turning around to face him, you bowed down while muttering continuous apologies. "Miya! I didn't mean to bump into you, I.. I swear. I was just walking out and then somebody j-"

Chuckling, Atsumu placed a hand on top of your head, giving your hair a small ruffle which eventually made you look up at him. "Calm down, I ain't mad at ya. No need to be so flustered."

With a stiff nod, you mumbled a small "Okay," before bending down to pick your books off the floor. You didn't fail to notice how your hands were trembling and you silently prayed to whoever diety was watching over you that Atsumu won't notice it.

"Yer y/n, right?" Atsumu asked as he bent down as well, one hand clutching your book as he let his finger trace over the name written on it. "A pretty name fer a pretty face like yers."

You wouldn't be surprised if he'd ask if you were doing okay because by now, you were a hundred percent sure that your face must be looking like a red tomato. "Thanks I guess," you said, giving him a shy smile before taking the book from his hand.

The small encounter was cut off by someone calling for Atsumu's name. Turning your head to the direction of the noise, you noticed Osamu walking towards you with a small frown on his face, one hand gripping the strap of his bag as he went on how they're going to have to run extra laps again if they ever got late for practice.

Atsumu only chuckled at Osamu before turning his focus back on you. With a cheeky smile, he booped the tip of your noise fondly. "Guess I'll see ya around, pretty thing. Careful not to stumble again, alright? Don't want another man catchin' ya."

With that, Atsumu went on his merry way, turning around one more time to send you a wink, chuckling as you gave him a slow wave before his figure disappeared from your vision as a mere dot.

"See ya later..." you whispered on thin air, lips unconsciously curling up as you stared at the direction he went off to. Once you snapped out of your daze, you bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing like a school girl in love.

Well, technically, you were a school girl in love, right?

That night, as you laid on your bed staring at your ceiling full of glow in the dark stars, you thought that maybe it wasn't so bad making conversations with people every once in a while.

The days went by pretty quickly.

At first, you thought that everything will be back to normal. After all, you never tried associating yourself with people. Your high school life was basically nothing but waking up early for school then going back home after class and then repeat.

However, something was strange. In fact, it was very strange. Not only were people trying to befriend you but the one and only Atsumu Miya was actually making an effort to talk to you, and to say that you were confused would be an understatement.

He basically didn't pay attention nor spared you a glance before, until that day you bumped into him.

You knew that it wasn't a good practice to judge someone based on what other people say but he wouldn't be called as your school's f!ckboy for nothing. He'd change his girlfriend almost every week as if he's only changing clothes, cruelly dump those who did not meet his certain standards and doesn't care even if a girl cries infront of him. Those are exactly why you tried not associating yourself with him nor his twin.

But there was something about Atsumu Miya that kept on drawing you in. You didn't know if it was his annoying piss colored hair, intense gaze, or the aura surrounding him. You couldn't help but wonder how someone like him, the exact type of person you swore you hated, managed to keep you attracted like a moth on to a flame.

It was weird.

And yet you loved it.

"Ya know y/n, ya kinda wound me," Atsumu said, plopping himself down beside you on the cafeteria.

With your hand clutching the chopsticks mid-air, you surveyed your area, noting how some heads, specifically the Inrizaki VBC's, turned to your direction. "Sorry, what do you mean?" you muttered as soon as your eyes met Atsumu's.

"I literally thought we're already friends when I saved yer ass from falling backwards," Atsumu answered before stuffing his mouth with an Onigiri, no doubt made by Osamu.

Placing your chopsticks down, you wiped your lips with some napkin before speaking up. "I'm sorry for asking this but... what's with the sudden interest, Miya?"

You were aware of how snappy you sounded, but in reality, it was your own defense mechanism acting up. Just how were you supposed to ignore him when it's he himself who kept on clinging to you?

"Hm, what do ya mean? Is it so hard to believe that I'm trying to befriend ya?" Atsumu tilted his head a bit to the side, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Why not try givin' me a chance, princess? That isn't so much to ask for."

You organized your now empty bento, placing it on the side before focusing your whole attention to the man in front of you. "I've seen how you treated girls before," you said with a low voice, averting your gaze from him to avoid melting into a puddle.

Damn stupid feelings.

"I see..." Atsumu said with a slow nod. "Then I guess that makes it more of a challenge."

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon hearing that, your curiosity spiking up at what his words meant. "Challenge? What do you mean?"

Instead of answering you, Atsumu just stood up, his bento in hand with the side of his lips curled up. "I'll see ya around, princess."

With that, you were left alone in your table, eyes still trained on Atsumu as he made his way back to the Inarizaki VBC's table. You watched as most of his friends chuckled while patting his back, some even sending a glance towards your direction.

Deciding that pondering over it would only be a waste of time, you stood up and made your way back to your classroom, failing to notice a grey haired Miya watching you.

You let out a small squeak as someone behind you reached for the same book you've been trying to get for almost 5 minutes now. Tilting your head back a little, you were met with an upside down vision of Miya Atsumu's face.

With your arms still raised in the air, you spun around to face him, your back flush against the bookshelf keeping you basically trapped. "Miya," you mumbled while looking up at him, one hand fisting the side of your skirt to release some pressure.

"Here," he simply said while handing you the book, obviously holding back from laughing at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna try anythin' that would make ya uncomfortable. I was just passin' by and saw you strugglin'."

"And he even tucked my hair behind my ear!"

"He did that?" your cousin spoke from beside you.

Both of you were seated on top of your bed, legs crissed crossed as you gossiped about your interactions with Miya Atsumu.

For the past few weeks, you've been having encounters with Atsumu - in the cafeteria, in the library and even outside of school where he claimed that he was out to buy some ingredients for Osamu and only managed to bump into you "coincidentally". Name it and he'll be there.

With these constant encounters stirring up your feelings, you had to resort on calling your cousin for some girl time in order to save your sanity. Luckily, your parents had no objection. They were even happy that you were actually trying to open up to other people. It was only your cousin but according to your parents, "A small step is still a step."

Plopping your back on your bed, you grunted as you placed both of your hands on your cheeks. "Mhm. I just don't get it you know? He's basically this popular guy that plays volleyball, has a group of girls swarming over him and has the face and body that looks like it's been sculpted by God himself, and yet he's wasting his time on me."

You looked at your cousin with a small pout, one hand reaching out to poke her thigh. "Am I just overthinking things?"

With a breathy chuckle, your cousin laid down beside you. "Maybe? I can't really say for sure since I don't know this Miya guy except your description of him, but what I think is that you should give him a chance."

Hearing that, you laid on your side to face her, elbows propped up against the mattress as you rested your cheek on your palm. "Aila, have you been listening to me? He is a f! ckboy. Dangerous, treats girls like shit, and undeniably sexy. What if his sudden interest is only a one time thing? What if he's just messing with me?"

"And what if he isn't?" Upon hearing no reply, your cousin took your silence as her cue to continue. "What if people just labeled him as this so called 'f!ckboy' because that's what they perceive him to be? What if inside him is just someone who's vulnerable, trying to protect themselves from getting hurt by people so they end up hurting others first to save themselves from the pain? What if he's just waiting for someone who wanted to really know him, the real him? Would you really deprive him of that opportunity just because of what you hear from other people?"

"I... I don't know.."

"Miya isn't here to defend himself and I'm not trying to defend him, but don't you think you should at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" Aila smiled as she settled herself on a comfortable position. "Give him a chance, y/n. Everyone deserves to get one. It's up to him to prove whether he's worth the chance he was given."

You sighed deeply, letting her words sink in as you also shifted yourself on a comfortable position, raising your comforter up until it reaches just below your chin. "Then what happens if he isn't worth the chance he's given?"

With a hum, your cousin just shrugged. "Then you either forgive him and let it go or... give him the finger and tell him 'f!ck you' for messing with your feelings," she said with a short giggle.

"It's something only you in the future can decide. Goodnight, y/n."

With a thankful smile, you turned the lamp off as you whispered, "Mh, goodnight, Aila."

"Let's be friends," you said as you slammed a box of onigiri in front of Atsumu, a smacking sound resonating in the air making the rest of the boys look at your direction.

Even the sound of balls whooshing in the air stopped, replaced by the sound of them dropping suddenly on the gym's floor.

With his lips parted, Atsumu shifted his gaze from the onigiri, Osamu, Suna and you. "Ah..." he muttered as if he was just as shocked as you for having the guts to come inside the gym in the middle of their training.

Feeling your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment due to his lack of response, you looked down and started to fiddle with you fingers. "You said you wanted to be my friend and I kept on keeping my distance from you so I thought you might appreciate those onigiri as my peace offering." You scratched the back of your head before giving him an awkward smile. "A-anyway, that's all! I'll see you around, Miya!"

Atsumi could only watch you as you dashed out of the gym. Snapping out of his daze, he looked down at the box of Onigiri, smiling unconsciously as he noticed the sticky note posted on top with "Good luck on your practice, Miya! :))" written on it.

"Interestin'," Atsumu whispered before standing up, Kita's voice filling the air as he called the team back for practice.

It's safe to say that after that embarrassing moment, you became friends with Atsumu. You even became close with his twin because they were always with each other. It wasn't long then when the usual duo became three - Atsumu, Osamu, and you.

It was hard to adjust at first. Your female classmates would always glare at you and spout out some nasty remarks but the twins were always there to defend you. In fact, you even met the whole team and hanged out with them when you didn't have some academic tasks to finish.

It was fun, and you were thankful for your cousin who gave you the advise of giving Atsumu a chance.

But there was a downside on the situation.

Your feelings which you kept hidden for a long time was only growing day by day, and you were afraid that it was slowly showing signs.

How?

Everytime Atsumu was near, your heart would beat so fast that you felt like you just finished a 4 kilometer run. Your hands would become clammy, breath would hitch, and face would heat up whenever he teases you, and don't even forget to add that one time you literally froze when you spun around, only to come face to face with him - nose almost touching, lips ghosting against each other with only an inch keeping you apart.

You were playing a dangerous game and yet you had no intention of stopping, not knowing that it wasn't only you who had a secret.

Because Atsumu Miya was also playing a game - something much more dangerous than yours.

"Where's 'Tsumu?" you asked as you peeked your head inside the gym.

Kita, who was about to walk out, gave you a smile before opening the door wider for you to come in. "Atsumu's in the storage room. The twins made a mess again so I told them to go clean up before we start practice."

"Typical," you said with a short giggle. "Anyway, I'm just going to drop off Atsumu's hoodie that I borrowed last week. I'll watch over them while you do your business."

"That would be great. Thank you so much, y/n-san. Call me if something happens," Kita said, giving you a small nod before leaving.

As you entered the empty gym, you grimaced upon seeing something that looks like spilled milk on the floor. With a shake of your head, you made your way near the storage room sneakily in attempts of scaring Atsumu.

However, as you got closer, you heard two familiar voices. It was Atsumu's and Osamu's voice, and basing from the way they were speaking, it seemed as if they were in the middle of an argument.

"The fuck did ya say?" It was Osamu.

"I said I was only playin' with her. I mean, she's so easy, don't ya think? It basically only took me a couple of weeks and she came runnin' to me with that box of Onigiri, claimin' she wanted to be friends," Atsumu said, followed by a chuckle. "As if I didn't notice the way she acted around me. I'm telling ya, that girl is in love with me."

"And so, what if she is? That's not an excuse for ya to play with her feelings, dipshit."

Hearing Atsumu huff, you slightly backed away from the door, only to freeze when you heard his next words.

"Y/n is nothin' but a toy to me, somethin' I can dispose of when I got bored."

Biting your lower lip, you clenched the handle of the paperbag you were holding before running out with tears streaming down your face.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring the worried looks you're getting from the people you were passing by. Even Kita was shocked to see you yet he didn't bother calling out, thinking that you might be needing some alone time for yourself.

You skipped class.

Throughout your whole Highschool life, this was the first time you skipped your class and it was a bummer that the reason was Atsumu Miya.

Stirring your strawberry milkshake from a nearby cafe, you thought about Atsumu's words, another batch of tears streaming down your face as you realized how pathetic you were for believing that he isn't what others say.

Maybe your cousin was wrong.

Atsumu Miya wasn't worth the chance he was given, because he only proved that once a f!ckboy, always a f!ckboy.

You blocked Atsumu's social media accounts.

In fact, you even blocked and deleted his number to stop getting in contact with him.

Even in person, you didn't bother paying him any attention unlike before. You stopped coming to their practices, stopped giving him food and stopped talking to him.

You basically acted as if he didn't exist.

It was hard because you knew that your heart belonged to him, but you had to endure it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction for playing with you. You know your worth and there's no way you're going to let some f*ckboy ruin you.

"Y/n, would ya stop?!" Atsumu said as he grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from walking away from him any further.

"Get your hands off me, Miya. I don't wanna talk to you." You struggled against his hold, trying to take your hand back, only to fail when he tightened his grip.

"The hell's yer problem? What's with the sudden attitude? Yer basically ignorin' me and I don't have any idea what I did. Just tell me what I did wrong instead of actin' like a little brat." Letting go of your wrist, Atsumu groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I.. I don't like this."

You laughed, eyes squinting as you let out a fit of giggles before pointing at him. "You don't like this? Why not, Miya? I'm just a toy for you, right? So, I don't really get why you don't like this. Is it because you're not bored of me yet so you're not willing to dispose of me?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him with a serious expression. "Well, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not going to let you hurt me like the others. I'm not a plaything nor am I desperate like those girls pining over you. Have fun looking for a new toy. You're not worth playing with anyway."

That being said, you turned your back on Atsumu, ignoring the whispers that suddenly filled the hallway as the students parted some space for you, leaving Atsumu with his lips parted and feet frozen on the ground.

Serves you right, Miya.

Atsumu felt hollow.

With every passing day that you're ignoring him, conversing with people whom you never bothered associating yourself with before, the more he regret taking advantage of your feelings.

It was only supposed to be a game, nothing but a pass time and yet why did it felt like something was missing?

"I wasn't supposed to care," Atsumu said desperately while clutching his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table as he opened up to his twin. "F!ck...I think I like her, 'Samu."

"No shit, idiot," Osamu answered without taking his eyes off the stove. "I told ya several times to stop messin' with people's feelings and did ya ever listen? No. That's what ya get for bein' stupid."

Groaning, Atsumu rested his cheek against the table, facing Osamu's back. "Help me."

Slowing down from stirring the pot, Osamu looked at Atsumu through his shoulder. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, I'm yer twin. Aren't ya supposed to help me? Plus... y/n acts fine around ya." Atsumu sighed before sitting up properly. "I won't bother ya fer a week if ya help me out. I already did everythin' I could. Flowers, chocolates, even payin' attention in class just to impress them! Nothin' worked."

Osamu chuckled at the desperation and frustration in Atsumu's voice. "Deal." He turned the stove off, covering the pot before making his way to Atsumu. Sitting down, he crossed his arms over his chest while staring at the brokenhearted Miya. "Y/n is actually kind. Well, not until that moment she found out about yer stupidity. Have ya tried showin' her that yer willin' to change?"

Atsumu nodded. "I did. I even gave her the usual things girls like."

"I asked if ya showed her that yer willin' to change, not tried winnin' over her through bribery." When Atsumu didn't respond, Osamu let out a 'tsk' before continuing, "Just stop botherin' her and prove that ya regret what ya did."

"Easier said than done," Atsumu grumbled which earned him a smack on the head.

"Will ya stop bein' a sad boy already? I have a plan."

Its been two weeks.

Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu trying to apologize. Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu following you like a lost puppy while holding either chocolates or flowers.

Instead, what you were getting were these random post it notes on your locker, your desk, everywhere. Wherever you go, there would be random post it notes with various messages. Some contained cheesy quotations, the others short apology letters.

And despite how mad you were at Atsumu, you wouldn't be able to deny how cute the act was. Not only did he gave you space but also exerted an effort of silently letting you know that he'd be willing to wait for you.

You noticed how he stopped acting like a boss in class, opting to jot down notes instead of chattering with Osamu like usual. You also noticed how he stopped having a random girl beside him during breaks. Everytime you would pass by, no longer would he try to block your way and flick your forehead, but instead give you a hopeful smile before proceeding on his way wordlessly.

But what made you realize that he indeed regret what he did was that one time.

You were walking back to your classroom after forgetting your umbrella. The sound of the heavy rain tapping on the ground resonated on the empty hallways, the cold wind making you shiver as it whooshed in the air.

Wrapping your arms tightly around you, you entered your classroom, eyes widening as you saw Atsumu trying to fit something on the space below your desk while mumbling something.

Clearing your throat, you noticed Atsumu jolting up slightly before turning around to face your direction.

He smiled sheepily before scratching his nape. "I know it's yer birthday tomorrow so I was tryin' to fit this here. I guess there's no point hidin' it already since ya caught me anyway." Sighing, Atsumu picked up the fox stuffie and handed it to you. "Happy Birthday, y/n. I know yer still mad at me and ya probably hate me but I still wanted to give ya a present."

You stared at the fox in your hand, your fingers poking the fluffiness of the material as you fought back the urge to smile. "Thanks," you answered with a dismissive tone.

For a split second, it was silent, and you were aware of the intensity of Atsumu's gaze burning on your forehead, yet you refused to look up, knowing that once you did, you won't be able to hold yourself back and might just forgive him there and then.

"I like ya, I really do. I know I messed up big time fer taking advantage of ya and I'm sorry fer that. It was stupid and childish of me to think that the people around me are nothing but mere toys fer me to play with. I regret hurtin' yer feelings and I'll be willin' to wait until ya forgive me. Just know that I won't stop until ya do."

Hearing something rustling, you looked up and noticed Atsumu taking off his jacket. Within a few steps, he was already infront of you, draping his jacket over your figure. "I'll see ya around, princess. Don't get sick, alright?" Smiling, Atsumu gave your cheek a small pinch before heading out.

You were left in the empty classroom with nothing but the fox stuffie serving as your company. Atsumu's scent was swirling around you from the jacket you were given and at that moment, you haven't notice the single tear sliding down your cheek.

Because of all people, you never expected for Atsumu Miya to be the first one to greet you without having to remind them.

He was the first person you knew outside of your household to ever remember your birthday.

You hugged the stuffie close to your chest, burrying your face on top of its head as you let the comfort it brings envelope you.

You stared at the empty space infront, your head swirling as you thought of the possible reasons why Atsumu haven't been in class for three days now.

It's currently your last subject and throughout the whole day, you've been doing nothing but wonder where he was. You haven't asked Osamu about it yet since he was excused from the class due to the preparations for the upcoming match.

And so, the moment your class was dismissed, you rushed your way out, making your trip to the gym. You were thankful that they were in the middle of a water break so you had the chance to call out Osamu's name without having to worry about Kita.

"Y/n?" Osamu's eyebrow shot up upon seeing you. Suddenly, a knowing smile made its way to his lips. Standing up, he walked over to you. "He's sick," he said without even waiting for you to say something.

"Oh.." you muttered, shifting from one foot to another nervously before tugging at the hem of Osamu's jersey. "Do you... uhm, do you think it would be alright if I visit him after your practice? I wanna see if he's doin' alright."

"Alright. I think 'Tsumu would appreciate that. Why don't ya sit on the bench and wait a little for us to finish practice then ya can visit our house after?"

Upon hearing that, your face instantly lit up. You smiled at Osamu as you nodded.

Osamu only chuckled at you and fondly ruffled your hair, a habit he and Atsumu shared.

You waited patiently, and it wasn't long then when their practice finally finished. After Osamu took a shower, you both went on your way to their residence.

As you entered their house, Atsumu's voice immediately met your ears.

"'Samu! Cook me somethin', I'm starvin!"

You looked at Osamu who only shrugged as if he was already used to it. You took your shoes off and wore the slippers you were given before placing your bag on the couch.

"Our room is on the right. Go ahead and talk to him." Osamu said as he pointed on the door at the end of the hallway.

With a nod, you slowly made your way to their room, knocking softly before sliding your way in.

The first thing that greeted you were the mess of opened junk foods on the floor. Roaming your eyes around, you grimaced at the sight of empty water bottles littered around along with the volleyball laying on the ground.

Averting your eyes away from the trash, you looked at Atsumu whose back was facing you, his shoulder raising up and down evenly, indicating that he must be asleep.

Carefully, you walked claser and sat on the edge of his bed, your hand immediately feeling his forehead. "You're burning up," you mumbled, brushing his hair away from his face.

Suddenly, Atsumu's hand gripped your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "Am I dreamin' or are ya a ghost?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"I'm not a ghost, 'Tsumu. I'm really here."

You watched as Atsumu slowly nodded before letting go of your wrist. "What're ya doin' here? I thought ya were still mad at me." Sitting up, Atsumu held the comforter close to him as he shivered.

"I heard you were sick. I'm no longer mad at you. I guess I'm still upset but I just can't hold a grudge against you forever, can I? That's not something I can do," you said with a shake of your head. "I really like you, you know? Despite your title of being a f!ckboy, I still fell for you. You were the first person I tried opening up to aside from my cousin. It's just a bummer that you ended up taking advantage of that vulnerability."

You felt Atsumu reaching out for you, his hand enveloping yours as he gave it a small squeeze. "I know, and I'm sorry. I really am."

"And if I give you another chance, will you prove me that you deserve it?" you asked as you looked at him, "I'm still hurt about what happened so I hope that if I give you this chance, you won't waste it."

"Yes. God, yes," Atsumu answered breathlessly, "I promise it won't happen again and I'll try to be better."

Suddenly, Atsumu wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you on his lap as he settled his head on the side of your neck. "Thank you," he mumbled repeatedly against your skin, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid of letting go.

And he never did.

Indeed, there was something about Miya Atsumu that kept drawing you in, and despite the bumps and dangers that came along your way, you didn't withraw.

Because as you closed the last page of your photo album eight years from then, you realized how right your cousin was alll along.

Atsumu Miya was worth the chance he was given, and he proved it to you every single day, sealing it with the diamond ring now resting on your left hand.

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smallestapplin · 3 years ago

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First off, thank you for fulfilling my ace request! Sometimes self care is to give a hammer to a fandom blog writer and tell them to go to town on your insecurities in x reader format. And you smashed them to dust, so thank you for that! Second, how *dare* you mention so many cute fluff prompts in this request without expanding upon them?/lh Seriously tho, you mentioned pillow forts, cuddles, and milkshake sharing and I need more of this shit. May I have more Emmet fluff please?

Ah yes how cruel of me, I shall remedy that right away! /lh

You may always have fluff

Asks are open!

Emmet is one of the most affectionate people you’ve ever met, voice maybe monotone but he is immaculate at expressing his emotions via actions, you can carry a conversation with your big baby of a boyfriend crawling all over you and holding you with the grip of an Arbok and the love of a Slyveon.

You two were out on a date, since it’s the weekend and he is off work he wanted to spend the first day spoiling you, you two went to the mall and walked around bought a few things, you two spend so much time together anyways it was a good laugh when he handed you a life size galvantula plushie and you handed him a life size version of one of your Pokémon, to have when the other was gone.

Bags in one hand and holding each others free one with the other you two were walking down a strip when a building catches Emmet’s eyes.

“Ooo darling! Can we eat here?”

Looking over it looks like an old school diner, it looks so pretty, and it’s new so why not?

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

With a little jump and a tug he’s pulling into the diner, once you both find a booth you got to ordering, the staff so sweet almost making it feel like home, but you noticed Emmet kept glancing at something on the table, you figured he was trying to read the specials while devouring his burger.

“Man that was good, we should come here more often.”

You giggle while Emmet beams “oh we can make this our little spot.”

“Of course, it’s really nice here.”

You thought you two would get the check and leave but he stops the waitress “sorry to bother you but can we get the lovers milkshake? Oh! With the heart one!”

“Of course sir, I’ll be right back with that.”

Lovers milkshake? You grab the card on the table that had all of todays specials and found it, a huge chocolate milkshake topped with brownies with straws to share, the straws coming in a few different styles.

You place it down just as the waitress comes back with your milkshake the silly straws twirl together making a heart in the middle before doing a loop and facing either one of you.

You feel your face burning while Emmet is staring at you chin resting on his hand, his grin tender and looking at with in pure adoration.

“I hope you don’t mind me wanting to share this with you.” His smile widens as your flushed expression.

“No not at all, you sap.”

You wrap your lips around your straw trying to distract yourself but his free hand comes over and holds yours while he sips from his end, his face a bright pink, he looks so happy, your heart feels like it’s going to burst with love.

You two sat in silence drinking the milkshake, it tastes really good, but you can’t seem to let go of the way those silver eyes look at you.

“Are we ready darling?”

You nod, he pays for the meal, since last time you two nearly fought over who was going to pay, grasping your hand and swinging his bags as you two walk home.

“Do you want to watch a movie once we are home? I rented one yesterday it’s that one you’ve been dying to seeee.” He teases playfully, laughing at how your face lights up.

“That would be great! But you don’t have to do all this for me.”

Emmet gasps, offended “how dare you say that, you’re the love of my life of course I’m going to go out of my way for you, the audacity you have to say that.”

You chuckle especially when he boops your nose.

Entering the house he is quick to drop the bags on the counter.

“You get the snacks ready, I’ll make the fort!”

“But what if I wanna make the fort?”

“Darling, sweetie, baby, light of my life, you suck at building forts” and he was off, leaving you absolutely flabbergasted, the nerve of the adorable man.

You grabbed a few drinks for each other you, his favorite soda and your favored drink, bags of chips, candies, and some popcorn.

“It’s ready!” You carried the supplies to the living room setting it all on the coffee table and gaze in awe at his creation.

A few chairs held up the sheet, the interior was covered in blankets and pillows in a comfy cozy nest, and the chairs made safer places to put your drinks.

“You have out done yourself once again my beloved.” You kiss him, he hums into the kiss.

“Why thank you darling! Anyways let’s get everything else set.”

He turns on the tv and gets it ready to play while you two crawl into the fort setting up to stations for food and drinks and watch the movie.

By the end of the movie you’re both on your sides facing each other, your face in his chest, arms wrapped around you to hold you close.

“Did you like the movie as much as you thought you would?” His hand softly petting your head.

“I did, it was great, thank you for all of this, you’re too kind to me.”

Emmet chuckles kissing the top of your head “nonsense, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You both fell asleep in the fort whispering sweet nothings to each other, Emmet couldn’t help the overwhelming love he felt for you, as you did for him.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fluff #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon emmet #LISTEN #I HAVE A NEED #AND ITS CUDDLES WITH THIS MAN RIGHT HERE

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years ago

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Deep End - Epilogue

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Fluff,

Word Count: 600

A/n: And the epilogue. thank you all for joining me on this two year long journey! this is the official end! Ill happily answer any questions y’all may have about it, though!

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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“So why did you do it?” She wonders, sipping on her tea and watching Sarah play with her new toys.

You only shake your head.

“I never had a choice, Wanda. Not really. He knows how attached Sarah is. How much she loves it here. Her friends are here.”

She shrugs, “she’s young. She’d forget.”

You sigh. “Where would I go? I have no one. No support system, no friends, no family. That’s why he chose me in the first place. I’m completely alone in this world. I’d be alone. Out on the street with no money, no job, and no hope. I’ve got two kids, one of them is a newborn. There’s no way I’d be able to balance work with raising them. If my dad was still alive... sometimes I think he killed him for this very reason. As a preventative measure. To cut off anyone who could help me...” You trail off, shaking your head.

You can play ‘what if’ all day. Imagine that things hadn't happened the way that they did. But at the end of the day, it changes nothing. You’re still here, in his house, playing his good little housewife.

“He never gave me a real choice, Wanda. He pretended to. Said I could go ‘cause he knew I had nowhere to go. At least here, Sarah and James have a roof over their heads and food on their plates.”

She takes your hand in hers and gives you a sad smile.

“You could’ve come to me. I could’ve helped you.”

You shake your head again.

“He almost killed his friends for helping me. Killed Nat’s baby. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me. Especially if I can do anything to prevent it.”

No one could help you. But you can help them, and that’s all that matters.

The front door opens, but you don’t stiffen like you used to. No, he hasn’t hurt you since you decided to stay. He’s been nice, kind, sweet, even. But it doesn’t really matter. You’re just playing a role that you can’t fit into. Trying to squeeze yourself into a mold that isn’t meant for you.

But he can’t tell the difference.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You give your husband a small smile as he walks forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Daddy!” Sarah exclaims, jumping to her feet and running into Steve’s arms. He spins her around with a smile then comes to stand next to you, squeezing his son’s chubby cheeks.

“How’s my little man doing?” He asks, booping his nose.

James gives his father a toothless grin from his place in your arms and Steve smiles happily.

His perfect family.

Ever since that day when you made your decision, you’ve fallen into a good routine. Everything is perfect.

His hand pushes a lock of hair behind your ear, lingering for a moment on the sensitive spot just beneath your earlobe.

The spot that makes you his. Keeps you his. He learned his lesson once, he’s not gonna lose you again.

When he told you you could leave he meant it. But that doesn’t mean he’d leave you alone to do it.

No, with the help of StarkTech, you’re never going to get away from him again.

He smoothes his thumb over the tracker beneath your skin absentmindedly, smiling warmly at Wanda.

He deserves his happily ever after, and now that he’s got it, he’s not letting it go.

Never again.

#dark steve rogers #dark steve x reader #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x reader series #Steve X reader #Steve X reader dark fic #Steve X reader dark au

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tartglias · 4 years ago

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domestic headcanons

characters: zhongli, ganyu and childe

warnings: slight???? nsfw with childe. barely though

request: “Yayy a new genshin blog! I love your writing so far! Can I request some domestic fluff headcanons with Ganyu, Zhongli and Childe?”

writing for ganyu brought me so many feelings i had to stop and search fancams because i’m too in love with her

Zhongli

Zhongli loves to spend time with you. It can be any activity really, whether just sitting down drinking tea, walking around Liyue Harbor or just him reading you a book as you rested your head on his lap. But he has one activity that he absolutely adores.

Said activity is dancing

It doesn’t matter if there’s no music, he would simply start humming one of your favorite melodies or an ancient tune as he takes your hand in his and slow dances with you.

This can happen at any place and moment of the day as well.

In the mornings, when you wake up to an empty bed and the smell of breakfast, you sleepily walk towards the source of it and find Zhongli in the kitchen. “Good morning, dear” he says as soon as he notices your presence. “How did you sleep?” He asks as he wraps his arms around your body and you lay your head on his chest, still a little sleepy. “Mmkay, but I like it better when you’re there” you managed to say. That’s when he lets out a small laugh and starts swaying your bodies side by side, as if he was following the beat of an imaginary melody. If you weren’t actually standing up on your two feet, and if Zhongli wasn’t holding you as well, you were sure you would have fallen asleep again.

During tea time in the afternoon, after conversing for a while. Occasionally, Zhongli gets hit with a wave of nostalgia, remembering things he used to do, see and hear. It’s often a dance or a soft tune. This time, it’s a tune he once heard from an old man from Qingce Village. “If I recall correctly, it went something like this. Care to join me?” he says, extending his hand for you to take. Standing up, you gladly take it as he leads you a few steps away from the table in the backyard. Placing his hand on your waist, while holding your other hand with his, he brings you closer and starts humming the melody of the song he heard that one time in the past.

It’s also at night, after a long stressful day, without a word he takes your hand and slow dances with you. Sometimes he hums, sometimes he sings. Or silence fills the air, but either way, it relaxes you. You snuggle closer to him, hearing the steady beat of his heart and feeling as your nerves start disappearing slowly.

It doesn’t matter the time or place, not even the activities that keep you two busy, he will always find a moment to take you in his arms and slow dance with you. It’s his favorite moment of the day, after all.

Ganyu

Ganyu is a busy woman, always going from here to there, trying to help as much as she can as a member of the Qixing. This means, unfortunately for you, that she doesn’t have all the time in the world to spare and go on countless dates with you. But it’s not like you can complain either. She always makes a little space for you in her so busy day.

Though there are times, that are definitely not frequent, in which she gets a day off. She takes advantage of this extra free time to spend it with you as much as she can, and this time, you decided to stay at home and bake some chocolate chip cookies.

You had all the ingredients ready and everything on place. After checking, you turned around to see Ganyu wearing a Rex Lapis apron, “where did she even get that from?” you thought as you let out a small giggle. “Isn’t it cute?” she asked once she noticed the look on your face. You nodded and kissed her cheek. “Very”

The preparation process went somewhat okay, Ganyu told you to mix the dry ingredients while she did the rest. The moment you had to mix both preparations, Ganyu accidentally spilled a little bit, getting your hand dirty. You smiked at this, an idea popping in your mind. You turned around and got a little bit of flour on your finger, and booped her nose.

“Y/n! Now my nose is dirty!” she exclaimed, quickly cleaning her nose. “The power of revenge” you said, going back to the mix, pretending like it was nothing. “Oh I see. What if I do this?” she said, surprising you with three fingers covered in flour and spreading it on your cheek. You gasped and Ganyu let out a loud laugh. “What was that for?!” you asked, cleaning your cheek as you laughed. “It’s the power of revenge my love!” she said, mocking you.

Let’s just say that the expected 15 minutes of mixing turned into almost an hour because neither of you could keep each other’s hands away from each other. By the moment you put the cookies in the oven, you were both covered in flour and cookie mix.

“You have something there” you said, poking her upper lip with your finger that was barely covered with cookie dough. “Why don’t you come and clean it, now that we’re done?” she asked, with a voice that grew shier by each word spoken. You smiled fondly at her, you truly did love this woman. You wrapped your arms around her and brought her body closer to you, enough to gently press your forehead against hers. Closing your eyes you whispered the words you’ve been thinking all day. “I love you” you whispered, and you felt her smile. She then kissed you, eagerly but sweetly. Her lips felt soft against yours, and you could taste the cookie dough you previously put on her lip. “I” kiss. “love” kiss. “you” kiss. “too” kiss.

It’s in these moments that you both feel like nothing in the world matters, except you two. Not work, not adepti or human matters, not anyone outside your shared home. It’s you and her, and the mutual love you share.

Childe

Waking up next to Childe is a rare occasion, reason why you cherish these moments with your soul.

You felt the first sun rays hit your face and started blinking, slowly opening your eyes as you yawned. You immediately noticed your lover next to you, the same first rays of sunlight hitting his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked beautiful. Even with messy hair and his mouth slightly opened, he looked beautiful.

You didn’t want to wake him up, so you admired him until you couldn’t control yourself and started tracing your fingers across his cheek, jawline, lips. You counted the small freckles and moles that were on his face and neck, tracing and creating an imaginary constellation.

“How much longer until I get my morning kiss?” he muttered, eyes still closed but lifting up his hand to caress your bare thigh. “For how long have you been awake?” you asked, feeling guilty that you woke him up. “A while. Now kiss” he said, pouting. You moved your body closer to his, so now you were half on top of him, face only centimetres away. “Before or after I woke up?” you asked, smirking. “Green. Kiss me” he said, lifting up his hand to pull you in and finally kiss you. You giggled in the kiss, but quickly melted. His kisses always made you feel drunk, wanting more and more from him. The hand that was on your thigh managed to lift you up, so you were now on top of him, and you realized that he also wanted more from you.

But you felt like teasing him a little, so you sat up, straddling him. He chased your lips as soon as you moved your face away from his, and pouted. “Eager, are we?” you asked, letting out a short laugh. “It’s not my fault you look breathtaking in the mornings, love” he said, now sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist, with you still on his lap.

“Kiss me again” he requested. “Okay” you said, getting closer to him again. He closed his eyes again, expecting to feel your lips again soon. But instead, you removed yourself from his grasp and stood up. “If you catch me”

The rest of the day was filled with kisses, desperate or soft, with or without intentions of something else. But the thing that remained in all of them, was the love that was transmitted from both sides.

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Drunk Words (Frankie Catfish Morales x f!Reader)

Drunk Words / Sober Thoughts part one of two

Summary: Frankie’s drunk off his ass and needs a ride home. PART ONE of a two part Frankie fic

W/C: 2.7k+

Warnings: language, copious amounts of alcohol, Frankie is absolutely shitfaced

A/N: THANK U TO MY BABE @sanchosammy for this idea!!! I love it so much I fuckin LOVE my baby frankie

As you roll over in bed, you groan. You’ve been up for about 20 minutes now, unable to return to the blissful sleep that had been enveloping you before. The time on your watch now reads 3:07. You frown and grab your phone, lying on your side. The light is bright enough to make you squint, and you smile at the text thread you’ve received from Frankie tonight.

The man brings nothing but happiness to your life. You really do love Frankie, not just platonically. You want to hold his big and strong hands, want to lift up his ball cap and kiss him on the forehead, want to fluff the hat hair he always gets from that Standard Oil cap. More than anything, you want to softly kiss that little patch in his beard. It’s just existing there, perfectly clean even when he’s almost at a full beard. His tough fingers scratch it and you giggle, looking away when he asks what’s so funny. Nothing, Fish, you immediately reply. Fishie, if you’re feeling a little more flirtatious.

Frankie might be feeling the same, you’ve noticed lately. He’s a little more touchy with you. He hugs you longer than the other men, makes you dance with him when a good song comes on. He lets it happen when you steal his ball cap and wear it, where he’d scold and smack any of the other men for it. He lends you his flannel when you’re cold, wrapping it gingerly around your shoulders.

It’s been a long time that you’ve been friends now. Just recently, you’ve come to appreciate him differently. The way he hugs you warms your heart still, but it makes your heart race and your hands sweat. It makes you want to lift your face from where it rests in his neck and kiss him softly, your fingers working into that little bald patch on his jaw.

Even now, as he’s clearly drunk, you adore him. How can you not?

Frankie 🚁: attachment: one image

You open the photo and laugh. It’s a blurry selfie of Frankie, an arm draped over Santiago’s shoulders. The two men make faces like they’re going to bite the other, and it makes you chuckle aloud. You can see his fluffy curls peeking out from beneath the cap, and you desperately want to play with them. The image is blurry, showing that it must’ve been moving while he took it.

Frankie 🚁: missing u tonight, Santiago says he doesn’t like me when you’re not around

Frankie 🚁: holy fuck their new beer is really good, you gotta try it soon

Frankie 🚁: lol I fuckin love the nachos here

Frankie 🚁: snati is so annoying, pls get him away from me

Frankie 🚁: u r probably sleep sorry :((((

Frankie 🚁: can we got o a zoo soon?? I wanna see animals 🦫🐈🐕‍🦺🦡

You laugh out loud at the words, at Frankie’s terrible typing. He must be shitfaced. He’s hilarious when he’s drunk.

The last text was only four minutes ago.

Me: Alright, Fishie. Stop drinking and eat something. No more beer.

Frankie 🚁: ha I’m drinking that Coffey shit… Kalua?? isk but it’s so gooood

Your phone rings, filling the screen with your profile picture of Frankie. It’s a photo of him smiling, his dimple evident. Your cheek is pressed to his, grinning just as wide. God, he’s so fucking cute. You love him so much.

You take a second and stare at the photo before pressing the answer button and putting it on speaker. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hey,” he laughs, dragging the word out long and slow. “S’a shame you weren’t here, Will’s been buying all night.” His words are slurred and woozy. You can hear the roar of the bar behind him.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re shitfaced,” you laugh into the phone.

“Precisely,” he slurs, a smile clear in his voice. “I can’t drive.”

“I’m glad you realize that. What do you want me to do about that? I can have an Uber coming your way in ten minutes.”

“Will you pick me up?” He asks, his voice like a child’s. “Fuckin’ Ubers cost money, ‘n I just wanna see your pretty face.”

“Frankie,” you warn but feel your body warm at the notion.

“You got a cute little nose,” he laughs. “Just wanna boop it. Can I boop it? Just go… boop, boop boop. Right on the nose.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You’re so fucking lucky I think you’re cute.”

“Thank you,” he practically sings. “See you then. Mwah.”

You throw on a hoodie and walk to your car, not caring to cover up your patterned flannel shorts that you sleep in. Your hair is messy, you don’t have makeup on, you don’t really give a shit. It’s Frankie.

Once you reach the bar, you shoot him a text, and the four men stumble outside. “Yo!” Benny calls and rushes over to you. It’s clear his normal balance has left his body for the night, his body a little wobbly. He’s an excited drunk. He slams on your window until you lower it. “Hey, you missed out on a good time,” he grins. His words blur together too.

Frankie follows behind him, an arm thrown across him. He’s still got a little balance. “Missed you so much, cariño. Santi’s being an ass.”

You look up at Will. “These fuckers need a ride too?” He’s the responsible one of the men, even when intoxicated.

He shakes his head. “Got an Uber coming. They’re staying at my place tonight.”

Frankie puts a hand on the car to steady himself. “Knew you’d come. Pretty girl always comes through for me, even at 3 A.M., thank you,” he slurs happily, his eyes half open.

Santiago leans against your car. “Hey gorgeous. We missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Get the grizzly bear in the car.”

Frankie laughs at the words. “Ooh, I like that. Big and fluffy but murderous.”

“I’m about to get murderous if you don’t get in the car right now, Francisco Morales.”

“Oh, snap!”

“Shit, man.”

Benny gives a whistle. The men all make noises in commentary and laugh, Will opening the door. Frankie flops down inside. Benny ensures that all of his limbs have made it in and shuts the door. “Don’t party too hard with him tonight,” Santiago calls and you roll your eyes.

The two of you drive off and out of the bar parking lot.

“Hey, Fish,” you say, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Buckle up. I’m not getting in trouble for your dumb ass.”

“You always do, though,” he mumbles and tilts his head to look at you. “You’re so good to me.”

“I’m a fucking saint,” you sigh sarcastically. “Seriously, buckle up. If you can’t do it yourself, we’re going to the ER for alcohol poisoning.”

“No,” he whines and pouts at you. “Just wanna be close to you. Wanna just…” he trails off and rests his head against your shoulder. “Mm. There. Your skin is so soft.”

“That’s my hoodie, Frankie.”

He takes a deep breath in through his nose, the scent clicking in his addled brain. “No, that’s my hoodie.”

He’s right, you realize. You grabbed a random sweatshirt and pulled it on before leaving. You’re the one who’s always cold at gatherings, leaving Frankie to share one of his many layers with you. You smile a bit. “It’s comfy.”

“I like it better on you. I really like you in my clothes, you know that? Wear them way better than I can. You just look so cute and so little.”

“Frankie, I’m 5’9,” you refute and glare down at him, where he looks up at you with puppy-dog mocha-colored eyes.

“Just look so small in ‘em. I’m like 6’0, you know that.”

“I do know that, Francisco. You remind us all the time,” you laugh, removing his ball cap and tossing it into his lap. “Still shorter than Benny. Get that hat off and I think you’re shorter than Santi.”

“I’m taller than him,” Frankie whines at the reminder. “How come Benny’s the baby and he’s so tall? He’s like a fuckin’ giraffe up there, can never see his stupid face,” he pouts.

“He’s too tall for comfortable hugs,” you nod in agreement. “And Santi is too short. And Will is too fucking awkward,” you laugh. You purposely leave out the bit about how perfect hugs from Frankie are, how much you dream about them and crave them.

His dark brows furrow as he looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Wha’bout me?”

The car stops for a moment as a light in front of you turns red. You smile down at him and push his messy curls from his forehead. “I like hugging you. You’re comfy.”

“Ha, grizzly bear hugs,” he slurs. “Y’should call me that more often. I like it when you call me things the boys don’t. Makes me feel tingly,” he laughs, lovestruck as he looks up at you.

“Tingly?”

“Yeah, like when they put the meds in before they steal your teeth.”

“Steal your teeth?” You laugh loudly, toying with one of the curls. “Do you mean get a tooth removed?”

“Same thing. I don’t like it when they do it then. I like it when you call me stuff though. Fishie makes me laugh and feel happy.”

“Oh yeah?” God, he’s so fucking precious. He looks at you like a puppy stares at their owner, pure and unadulterated love radiating from them. “I’ll need to call you Fishie more often then.”

It’s quiet for a while. Frankie’s head still rests against your shoulder. He can feel all of the tiny muscles move as you steer and navigate the car. He likes the way they move, making his drunken head even more floaty. After a few moments, he shifts to lean against the car door, just watching you.

The music drifting from the radio is soft and quiet. You almost think Frankie’s fallen asleep, since he’s so quiet, but you look over and see him gazing over at you. “Penny for your thoughts, Fish.”

You’re expecting something stupid. Frankie is quite the philosopher when he’s drunk, always asking odd rhetorical questions. ‘Is a muffin an unfrosted cupcake?’ has always been a favorite of his. He’s never quite made up his mind about it, waxing poetic about the difference in the two baked goods.

He always says something stupid, but this time, his sober thoughts become his drunken words. “You’re the most absolute prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he smiles at you, those pink lips curled into a soft smile. It shows off his dimple, and you want to scream from how cute he looks. One of his big hands reaches over and cups your face.

“You’re drunk,” you shake your head, looking back at the road. “Don’t be stupid.”

“No, I mean yeah. Kinda drunk and really stupid, ha, but I mean it. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, cariño.” The backs of his fingers trace across the side of your face, resting on the side of your neck now.

You look down at yourself, still skeptical. “No, I know what you’re gonna say,” he pouts, beating you to the punch. “You’re in your pajamas and your hair is all messy ‘n whatever, but you’re so pretty. Your face is so cute. I love your nose. Just wanna…” he leans over and makes good on his promise for earlier. “Boop,” he coos as he pokes the tip of your nose, smiling wide. “You’re so cute. The guys make fun’a me because I never shut up about it.”

“Oh really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing.

“Yeah. Santi says I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, sitting back against the car window.

You gulp as you force yourself to grip the steering wheel harder, staring at the white dashes separating the two-lane road. “Yeah? What do you have to say on the matter?”

“I’m kinda thinkin’ he might be right.” His voice is small and quiet.

You shake your head again, eyes watering from the honesty. There’s no way he can think that. He’s shitfaced. He doesn’t mean it, there’s no way. He’s never been more than a friend, done anything to indicate romance.

Or… maybe he has, you reflect. He pays for your drinks most nights. He’ll order something you want and share it with you. He’s always a little touchier than he is with the boys. “You don’t mean that,” you say quietly, swallowing hard.

Whatever common sense he has left tells him to be quiet, so he does. He sits there silently for the rest of the drive, the tension palpable between the two of you. When you finally reach his house and park, you hold your breath. You don’t know what to do, what to say, but you can’t just let him go inside without saying anything. He sits up a little straighter as he realizes he’s come to a stop.

You bite your lip and look over at him. “I should help you inside.”

He nods and you turn off the car, putting the key in the pocket of your hoodie. You get out and walk to Frankie’s side, opening his door. He reaches his arms out to you and you chuckle a little. He looks like a helpless little child.

“Alright, grizzly bear,” you grunt as he swings his feet out and you help lift him to his feet. His arms cling to you tight until he’s standing up.

“Thanks,” he murmurs and wraps an arm around your shoulder when he’s upright.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you chuckle.

Using you as a crutch, he walks alongside you and into his house. He fumbles with the key until you open it for him, then lock it behind you. He leads the way to his room, opening the door and sighing as he sees his bed.

“Not yet,” you say as he tries to get to the bed. “Come on.” You pull his flannel off, leaving him in the t-shirt underneath. “Okay, go on.” He flops down onto his bed with a happy noise. Once he’s down, you unlace his boots and pull them off, then his socks.

Standing at his side, you undo his belt. “Woah,” he laughs. “‘M way too drunk for that, pretty girl. Kinda wanna though.”

“Shut the fuck up, Fish,” you laugh and thread it through the loops, tossing it aside. “I’m getting your clothes off so you can sleep.”

“Oh,” he sighs, giggling drunkenly as you pull his pants off. “Kinda feels like we’re gonna fuck.”

“Maybe another time,” you tease and pull the covers over him. Pushing his curls from his face, you softly kiss his cheek. “Call me when you’re sober, okay?”

He frowns and grabs the hand on his face with both of his rough palms. “Don’t leave me,” he pouts.

“Frankie,” you sigh and look at your watch. “It’s 3:35 in the goddamn morning.”

“Then stay the night,” he begs. “You said you like hugging me. I want you to hug me all night long,” he sighs, kissing your fingertips. You smile softly. It’s a good offer, you have to admit. He makes it even harder to say no. “I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not here when I wake up.”

“Lots of things can happen while you’re asleep, Fishie. I can-”

“Mm, Fishie,” he says with a smile, his eyes fluttering closed. “Come snuggle with me, pretty girl.”

You sigh as you look at the man. It’s not like you haven’t spent time pressed into his side, watching a sports game or a movie. You and Frankie are affectionate friends. He looks so warm and inviting, his body radiating heat. “Fine,” you give in. “Only because I’m cold.”

“Not ‘cause you like me too?” he asks and rolls over, leaving room for you.

“We can discuss that when you’re sober.” The spot he laid is warm and cozy, his body heat making it perfect for you. You slide under the covers next to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Frankie presses a sloppy kiss to your head, smiling. You can hear his slow and steady heartbeat. “G’night cariño,” he mumbles, lips still buried in your hair.

“Goodnight, Frankie,” you whisper.

He falls asleep almost instantly, and you’re close behind him. You’ve never been more at peace than when you fall asleep in Frankie Morales’s arms.

read part two: SOBER THOUGHTS

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purpleyellow · 3 years ago

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Sleepy talks

NCT 24th member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“What happened overnight during 7in in the Dream”

a/n: So like, technically there’s 8 of them in this au, but the pun doesn’t make sense with 8 so it’s still called 7in in the dream because i have no creativity. I finished it!! Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!💛

After changing into pajamas, Bee flops on the huge bed from the downstairs room where she was assigned to sleep. Chenle also lays down, adjusting his covers, when Jeno who was still against sleeping in the “dog bed” jumps in the space between them and somehow manages to hug both of their figures.

“Go to your house” Chenle teases him and in the background, Jaemin can be heard joking with Jisung.

“Let's do one of those cheesy reality moments” Jeno mumbles ignoring the boy and snuggles closer to them. He clears his throat before continuing, “Everyone, what was your favorite moment today?”

“I liked dinner,” Bee says before yawning and Jeno reaches out to tickle her sides while Haechan shouts something from the upper floor.

“That's because you didn't have to do anything” The boy jokes while she laughs and tries to get away from him. What he was saying was true, Bee had been lucky enough to win almost every rock paper scissors game which allowed her to sit back, read and enjoy the weather while the boys sorted out the rest of it.

Her luck had worn off at the end of the day, though. She had to help clean after dinner and, in her opinion the worst task, she was put into breakfast duty which meant waking up earlier than everyone else.

“You two are too loud, go to sleep” Chenle complains and kicks their legs making Jeno begrudgingly get up and enter the dog house. The noise from outside the room indicating that the others were nowhere close to being asleep.

After some complaining and shouts claiming for silence, one by one the boys started to tone down leading the house to silence. Bee was deep in sleep by then, and she would have stayed like that through the whole night if it weren't for Chenle moving around and accidentally kicking her back.

Everything is ten times darker considering all the lights are turned off, and the house is in complete and utter silence. Even the small barbering of staff members is gone considering that most of them had left, leaving only the equipment behind for when they come back the next day.

Bee would have no problem going back to sleep in those conditions if it wasn't for the sudden wish to use the restroom. Truly the worst, her body did not want to get out of bed but at the same time, it demanded her to do so.

The girl scrambles onto her feet, trying not to wake up Chenle or possibly Jeno, and tip toed her way around the house. She hoped to pee as fast as possible and go back to bed immediately after, though it seemed like the universe, once again had other plans.

Not only did she got more conscious than she would've wanted, Bee also got scared by a shadow passing by when she was leaving the bathroom to return to her room. Said shadow was also startled by her presence and turned around placing a hand over his chest.

“Damn, I thought I was the only one awake at this hour” Mark speaks in a hushed tone. Bee points back at where she came out of as an explanation.

“Are you struggling to sleep again?” She asks, remembering that insomnia was one of the things he talked about when they started the “friends plan”.

“I was doing good lately. Guess the change of scenery must have messed it up a little” He shrugs and looks outside for a second. “I slept for a few hours until now. Was thinking about sitting out there and waiting for when the staff starts arriving for the waking up shots”.

“There's still a couple of hours before that happens”

“I doubt I can sleep until then, it's okay though. I'll work on some lyrics or something”.

Bee could definitely use more sleep but the thought of him working until sunrise felt insane to her, especially with the tiring day they had. "I'll go with you then" She shrugs and takes the blanket from the couch.

"You can go rest. I'm fine, trust me" Mark laughs but opens the sliding doors for her to pass.

"We can chat for a second, and then maybe you'll get bored and fall asleep," She says carefully. No matter how many times they had those random chats, she still felt a little weird to start them.

“You're not boring to talk to” He smiles, sitting on the swing chair near the pool. Thinking about something to do, he remembers what they started playing a few weeks before “Want to play questions again?”

“I guess I can go first” Bee places the blanket on top of her and thinks for a couple of seconds before continuing “How did you get good at that game we played earlier?”

“Which one?” Giggling, Mark thinks back at the long day they've had and how it was impossible to guess which one she was referring to.

“That one we used it to decide who was going to clean up. You know, with the cups” She yawns making the sentence trail off.

“Oh, beer pong?” Mark waits for her to nod, “I don't know. Just played it a lot with 127 I guess. My aiming isn't that bad, so that's also probably why”.

“Cool, cool” Her head pends backward and hits the back of the chair making Bee rest her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and seeing Mark’s side glancing at her.

“You should go to bed. I'll be fine here”.

“It's your turn now” She ignores him and nods for his question. The boy sighs thinking for a second before speaking.

“What's your favorite Harry Potter movie?”

“Never watched them”

“You've never watched Harry Potter?” Mark exclaims now fully turning to her with a deeply concerned expression.

“I'm sorry,” She says mid-yawn

“We're doing a marathon once things calm down. I can't believe you haven't even watched one of them”.

Humming, Bee closes her eyes again, momentarily slipping off to unconsciousness before shaking her head and waking up.

“Yun-hee, just go lay down” Mark laughs pointing back to the house. “We're getting up to make breakfast in a couple of hours, rest while you can”.

“But you're going to stay out here by yourself?” She frowns, half-convinced to go back into the warmth of her covers. “At least go back to bed even if it's to stay on your phone or something”.

Mark thinks for a second before accepting her suggestion “Okay, let's go”

He jumps to his feet and helps her get up.

Bee drags herself and the covers back to the door of her room where she waves him good night and flops inside. In the dark, she accidentally falls on top of Chenle, who doesn't even move while she maneuvers herself onto an empty space to safely drift back into dreamland.

It feels like the blink of an eye between that moment and a few hours after when Jaemin jumps on top of her and starts making weird "boop" noises, calling her to go help him make breakfast.

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Happier|Part Two

A/N: Here it is! Thank you to everyone who has read part 1 and has sent back such kind feedback. It really means a lot!

Part 1

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, angsty as hell

Just open the fucking door.

You hesitated as your right hand hovered over the familiar front door. Over the last five years you’ve always just walked in. This home was like your home. But now, he wasn’t just his.

“Just walk in. It’s not rocket science.” You muttered to yourself. Sighing you tapped your fist against the wood.

Your body relaxed a smile fell on your face as you heard Dodger’s familiar bark ring through the house as he approached the door.

“Alright, bubba. Relax.” The butterflies flurried in your stomach as Chris’s voice carried past the door. You gave a small smile as the door flung open to reveal a shirtless Chris. “Why did you knock, you meatball.”

You just shrugged and quickly gave him a hug.

“What are your plans for tonight?” You asked as you both made your way to the kitchen, his arm slung loosely over your shoulder.

“I was supposed to go watch the game with Scott but he wasn’t feeling too hot, so I’m actually just going to stay in. But don’t worry, I won’t get in the way of your girls night.” He laughed, ruffling your hair as you turned the corner and caught view of Carissa.

“Yeah no boys allowed. Right, Y/N?” Carissa dried off her hands and rushed over to you, pulling you into a full body hug. You bit back the frustration when you realized that she was wearing the shirt that you always wore whenever you would spend the night at Chris’s, the familiar fabric like sandpaper under your fingertips now as you gently hugged her back.

“Yeah. No boys.” You said meekly as you took another good look at her. The shirt looked way better on her than it ever did on you. It fell just below her hips, the way it did on you but she somehow made it look so stylish. She just had on a pair of workout leggings underneath and fluffy socks. Her blonde hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail and you noticed how she managed to not look like a founding father with her hair pulled back.

Subconsciously you twisted the bottom of your oversized college crewneck in your fingers. You were practically wearing the same thing as her but you felt like a middle school girl in gym class while she just screamed model off duty.

Add that to the reasons he noticed her and not me.

You needed to stop comparing yourself to her. But it was hard when the stark contrasts were so evident.

“So,” Carissa clapped her hands together. “Chris told me about your love for tequila so I made some of my famous spicy margaritas! And I just put on some popcorn and I may have gone a little overboard at Ulta today.”

You followed her gaze and it landed on an array of face masks and nail polish.

“Sounds like my que to leave. Have fun, ladies.” Chris pecked you on the cheek before pulling Carissa into a passionate kiss. You turned away, your face reddening.

“Thanks, baby.” You heard Carissa sigh. You heard the sound of them kissing again and you looked for any welcome distraction.

As if he could feel your pain, a wet nose booped your hand and you smiled down at your favorite little pup.

“Hi buddy.” You bent down and pressed a kiss to his nose. “I’ve missed you so much. Yes I have.” You ruffled his fur and smiled a genuine smile as he started licking your face.

“Oh boy, Bubba found his girlfriend.” Chris laughed as he bent down next to you. “I think he missed you more than I did when we were in Canada. Every time we would FaceTime his ears would perk up.”

“That’s cause he’s my best bud.” You kept talking to Dodger.

“Ouch.” Chris gently pushed you. You winked in his direction and for a moment everything felt normal. Chris’s eyes sparkled as if he was appreciating the normalcy too.

“Chris, please.” You were snapped out of it when Carissa let out a playful whine.

Chris blinked and then slapped his hands on his knees and stood up. “Alright, baby. I’m gone.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“He did not!” Carissa burst out laughing as you finished telling the story of when Chris singlehandedly knocked down an entire aisle in CVS.

“I’ve never seen him turn so red in my life. I think he went back to that CVS every day for the next year to apologize. And of course he stayed afterwards to help clean up.” You wiped your eyes, tears falling from laughter.

“Sounds just like him.”

You took another sip of your margarita. You were surprised at how much fun you were actually having. You guys had just finished your second sheet mask of the night and were currently working on demolishing the stuffed crust pizza you ordered. Manis and Pedis to follow.

“Have I walked in on an evil plan being hatched?” You both turned as Chris emerged from the basement, Dodger in tow. Thankfully he had put a shirt on because his tattoos always did something to you.

“Had to share the CVS Incident of ‘17.” You replied as Carissa hid her face as she giggled again.

“Oh god,” Chris groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead. “Please. Let that story die.” You watched as he positioned himself behind Carissa, caging her in with his arms. You always knew Chris was an affectionate person. If it was a year ago, you would have been the one trapped between him. He had a lot of love to give and wasn’t afraid to show it. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before his blue eyes met yours.

You knew that he was silently asking you if you were having a good time. You could see the sense of hope that was behind the question.

“You came up just in time for a manicure.” Carissa turned around on the stool and smiled up at her boyfriend. “I’m thinking hot pink would look amazing on you.”

“I don’t know, I think he’s more of an aquamarine kind of guy.” You lifted up the shade of blue that was in front of you. “Compliments his eyes.”

“Ooh, you are so right, Y/N/N.”

“Wow, would you look at that? Looks like the game is back on.” Chris jokingly started moving away from Carissa.

“Oh come on, baby. One hand.” Carissa pulled at his hand, her lips coming out in a pout.

Chris gave her a look of fake annoyance but you could see the smile forming on his lips before he let out a dramatic sigh.

“One hand.”

“Yay!”

You watched as Chris sat down and Carissa got to work painting his nails.

“Okay, Y/N. Tell me about the men in your life.” Carissa looked away from Chris’s hand and turned to you.

“Well, I guess you’ve already met them. Chris, Scott and Dodger are it.” You shrugged, half kidding and half not. Chris gave you a look of what you could only call pity and you chose to ignore him. You could feel your face become hot at your lack of a love life.

“Oh that can’t be the case. You’re absolutely gorgeous, there’s no way that men aren’t all over you. Right, Chris? Tell her she’s beautiful.”

“She knows I think she’s beautiful.” Chris said, his tone seriously as his eyes never left yours. “It’s more of getting her to know that.”

“We’re not going to talk about it.”

You and Chris stared each other down before Carissa cleared her throat.

“Well one day you are going to find something like what we have. The hopeless romantic in me truly believes that there is someone for everyone; and I know that if we can find happiness like this, so can you. You’re an amazing person, Y/N.”

You looked down and bit your lip. You wanted so badly not to like her, to have her be some terrible person so you could justify the feelings that you had for her boyfriend. And yet, here she was, being the kindest person and caring truly for your feelings and your happiness.

“Thank you, Carissa.”

She smiled a toothy grin before turning her attention back to Chris. Chris kept his eyes on you a moment longer but when you didn’t look back he sighed and focused on his girlfriend.

- - - - - - -

“You don’t have to do that.” Carissa came up behind you as you finished washing the plates from before.

“It’s really no problem.” You shrugged. “You did all of this, the least I can do is clean up.”

“Yeah, but you’re my guest. A host should never have her guest clean up.” You knew she meant it without malice but the words stung. She was right. That’s all you were in this house, a guest. You were their guest. They lived here, together.

You just nodded and finished the plate you were cleaning before stepping away from the sink so Carissa could finish. You mumbled that you were headed to the bathroom and quickly made your departure from the kitchen.

You rounded the familiar corner and bit your lip as you were five steps away from the bathroom, where you could finally take a deep breath.

“Hey sweetheart.” You jumped as Chris stepped out of his bedroom, a grin plastered on his face. “I think you made a good call on the nail polish color.” He waved his fingers in your face, jokingly.

You let out a soft laugh but refused to meet his eyes, instead eying the bathroom door that was so close and yet so far.

“Okay, come on.” Chris’s voice got serious. “Is there something going on at work? Are you sick? Why are you so…” Chris motioned his hands up and down your body.

“So what, Chris?”

“So sad?” His eyebrows creased in concern. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Not everything.

“I told you at the restaurant, I’m fine.”

“Yeah and I barely believed you then.” You bit your lip and once again looked away from him. You should have known that he knew you were lying out of your ass.

“Chris, it doesn’t matter. It’s not your problem.” You huffed.

“Of course it’s my problem.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“But it’s not.” You snapped. Chris took a step back at your sudden change in attitude. “Just back off. You’re not my boyfriend.”

“And?” He snapped back, but he did move closer to you. He reached out and grabbed your forearms, pulling you into him. “I may not be your boyfriend but I am your best friend.”

“Chris, just let it go. It doesn’t even concern you.” You lied as you pushed him away.

“Well clearly this one thing as something to do with me. Since you’ve been acting like a mega bitch since I got home.” He crossed his arms.

You took a step back. Chris had never called you that before. Yes, you two had gotten into some heated discussions in the past and maybe have gone a couple times without talking to each other for maybe a day. But never once has he called you a bitch.

“Chris!” Carissa’s scolding voice came from behind. “Apologize to her right now, there is no reason to call any woman that word.”

Chris’s gaze held yours before it softened.

He sighed and dropped his arms. “Fuck...sweetheart. I’m-”

“Thank you for having me over, Carissa. I really did have a great time.” You turned away from him before he could finish. “I think I’m going to head out though.”

“Of course.” Carissa glared at Chris over your shoulder. “Please let us-or me, know when you get home. We can plan another one soon.”

“Sure.” You smiled weakly at her before casting one last look at Chris. He opened his mouth to say something but you just shook your head and made your way out of the house.