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meaningofaeons · 1 year ago

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Hi there my pal my buddy!!! It's ya boi anon again here! ✨

I was wondering if I can go for a cat cafe visit with your local businessman scammer ✨Sampo Koski✨ on my hands, oh and also I has slight anger issues slash denial /that I have crush for Sampo/ attitude when going with him /ᐠ - ˕ -マ/ oh we gone there to play with both orange Himalayan and Abyssinian cat, ended our time with drinking hot cocoa!! 😋 ((I HOPE I WRITE IT RIGHT 😭😭😭))

I think that's all, congratulations for your 500+ followers once again (you deserve that and more ngl!!💕) and thank you so much in advance!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ not quite so slick

⊹ character(s) - sampo koski ⊹ word count - 1.0k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, silvermane guard!reader, belobog story spoilers, sampo being his dumb silly self as usual, sad pathetic pining on his end we love him here

⊹ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret

HII!!! thank you for the sweet ask omg <3!!! you wrote it correct dw!! yes our favorite businessman def not a scammer....... huhu Σ(;Φ ω Φ) I hope you enjoy your "cat cafe date" with mr cold feet, mr koski himself !!!

Ever since the order to seal off the Underworld had been rescinded, your job had gotten a lot more hectic.

Well, that's not to say you were alone in that. Many of your fellow guards had been made to take on more work to pick up the slack after the crisis, and you were all spread thin.

However, Supreme Guardian Bronya had deigned to send you to the Underworld, of all places.

And a certain blue-haired "merchant" could not be happier about your newfound assignment.

"Well, isn't this just peachy! If it's any Silvermane Guard down here, I'd want it to be you, Y/N!"

"Enough with the flattery. I'm on shift, Sampo."

"Oh, come on, now! When do we get the opportunity to spend some quality time together like this? When the order was initially given, I was heartbroken—"

"Sampo, you were able to come to the Overworld anyways!"

"Doesn't change my feelings, my dear! I missed seeing your sweet face, and..."

You were forced to sit through hours of the infamous Mr. Koski buzzing around you.

Even when you changed positions, moving from one end of Boulder Town to the next to keep watch, the man followed you like a puppy, eager to talk your ear off and aggravate you to death.

Of course, this is just how he was. Schmoozing up to anyone he could, trying to avoid culpability for some scam or another that he ran only a few hours (and sometimes even minutes) prior.

And clearly, he was beginning to think of you as an easy mark. You silently considered making it clear that you were far from it.

But when you bumped into Natasha of Wildfire, she seemed to have a different idea on why Sampo was so insistent on staying by your side.

"He's quite obvious, isn't he?"

The lovely woman chuckled, folding her arms over her chest as she watched Sampo scamper off after another verbal lashing from you.

You knew who she was, and you were thankful of her efforts in the Underworld. However, without being properly acquainted and only knowing each other's names, you were still wary. You turned your eyes onto her, assessing her intent in approaching you before speaking up yourself.

"Yes, as much as he loves touting his skills in his trade, I fear that it's all too clear when he's trying to worm his way out of something."

The surprise on Natasha's face caught you off guard.

"...What?"

"Oh, my apologies. I just thought you knew."

"Knew? Knew what?"

The woman giggled, stifling it with a polite hand over her lips.

"Dear, he's quite smitten with you."

As much as you wanted to scoff at your words—and truthfully, a huff of disbelief did leave you—the sudden confession made you turn red as a cherry.

"That's ridiculous. He's like that with everyone he's trying to wring dry of money. Or with every Silvermane Guard. I'm no exception, he just thinks I'm easy."

Natasha smiled, clicking her tongue.

"Y/N of the guards, right?" You nodded. "I'd be remiss to not tell you the full truth, but I've never heard Sampo Koski rave about anyone as much as you. When he mentions other guards or people he's flattered, he's always very lackadaisical, if he even mentions them at all. Trust me, he has eyes for you."

You paused.

Then, you started walking away, as speedily as you could without seeming hasty.

"Y/N?"

"I-I'm going to give him a piece of my mind! If that really is true, then I'm telling him to fix his delusions this instant! Good day, Natasha!"

The woman only laughed, shaking her head and turning back to head into her clinic.

When you finally found Sampo after a few minutes of searching (truthfully, you had noticed the way you could find him quicker than any other, despite the fact that he evaded the other guards so well), he was whistling a tune, holding a bouquet in his left hand.

Right. Now that trade had opened back up between the upper and lower portions of Belobog...

You shook your head, stomping up behind the man. He turned to meet you, emerald eyes sparkling.

"Heeey, Y/N! I was just about to come find you again! So, guess what I got for y—"

"Is it true?"

His unflappable grin faltered, and he tilted his head, chuckling nervously—almost in the same way he did when a client was getting cross, but not quite.

"W-Whaddya mean? Did my favorite Silvermane Guard get some weird hearsay put into their pretty little hea—"

"I spoke with Natasha. So, is it true?"

Sampo stopped in his tracks, the barest hint of pink seeping into his cheeks as he laughed anxiously.

However, he didn't miss the way your eyes hardened, how your fist clenched as though anticipating a negative response.

He swallowed thickly.

"U-Uhm, I mean, not that I know what you're talking about exactly, but, uh—" Your brow furrowed, and Sampo rushed out his remaining sentence. "If it's what I'm thinking of, and that could be many different things—"

"Koski!"

"Yes, it's true!"

You both stood in silence, until the blue-haired con artist began rambling away.

"I thought, 'Hey, Sampo Koski is a subtle guy! Maybe that subtlety would be lost on a lovely guard like Y/N, and he oughta put his best foot forward in being upfront and obvious!' But then, you weren't quite picking up what your old friend Sampo was putting down, and—"

"Sampo Koski."

He hadn't even noticed you approach, standing right before him as he endlessly jabbered.

"Well, Miss Nat told me to go ahead and be 'forward and open', but you know I'm not that type of guy, haha, and—well, ah..."

He looked down at you, dangerously close to his face. His smile became lopsided with nerves.

"And... and, um... Would you..." The man clasped his hands together, expression turning sheepish. That slight flush in his cheeks had spread across his face.

"Would you hit me if I kissed you?"

"I might if you don't."

And before he could say another word, your lips were pressed firmly against his.

#sampo x reader #sampo koski x reader #sampo #sampo koski #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #hsr #honkai #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #katze's 500 follower special #katze's cat cafe #katze's cat baret

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nabateaprodigy · 1 year ago

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Hello! I'd like to request Nagito with a reader (can be gn, but preferably fem) who is extremely compassionate (like literally feels bad for objects) and very affectionate (verbally and physically). They will just be looking at him silently one second, then the next, they will be pressing kisses onto his face while calling him the most beautiful and sweet things (my beautiful dove, my precious angel, etc.). Also, this may be very specific, but could you also add them hating and literally not believing in the word worthless, because they think everything is beautiful and valuable just for existing? You're the only one I've found recently writing with Nagito included this month, and this request has been on my mind for so long omg. My soul would be at peace if this was written, but I understand if you don't want to write it, so thank you anyway! 💗

Hopeful Compassion

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Nagito.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Female. (But no pronouns are used.)

Another beautiful sunny day then again the weather on Jabberwock Island always seems to be beautiful. But not even the weather on this Island could compare to the beauty of his S/O. Speaking of Nagito was making his way to Hotel Mirai to meet up with his S/O and the other students.

It's a routine everyone had agreed to and has been following for some time now. Everyone would meet up with each other and have breakfast in the restaurant of the hotel. They would talk with each other while eating and it's something everyone enjoyed.

Now arriving at the hotel Nagito felt as though nothing could go wrong. "Ouch!" Ah, maybe he spoke too soon... Nagito had looked around to see who had gotten hurt and it was none other than his S/O.

Ah, this must have been his luck of course something bad would happen as soon as he showed up. "Oh, I'm sorry! So sorry!" You spoke after you had hit your hip on one of the tables in the restaurant. Hiyoko could be heard giggling at the sight in front of her.

You were apologizing to a table? Nagito knew you were kind and community however maybe you were a little bit too kind and compassionate. Of course that didn't make Nagito love you any less it put a smile on his face knowing his S/O was like this.

From the Sharpe pain that you were feeling in your hip, you had put one of your hands on it but it didn't last that long. To make sure you were alright himself Nagito made his way over to you. "Hello, my hope are you alright?"

"Ah, darling! It's nice to see you how did you sleep?" You spoke as you looked at Nagito with a smile even him just being around you filled you with such happiness. "Yes, my hope I sleep well. But it seems my luck has caused you pain I'm sorry trash like me made this happen."

"Nagito stop that! What have I told you about saying such things about yourself? I was just being clumsy that's all so please don't say such things about yourself alright?" You spoke as you hugged Nagito and kissed him on the cheek.

"Ew gross get a room!" Hiyoko spoke as stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Hiyoke leave them be!" Mahiru scolded her.

"Trash, worthless these are words I hate the most, especially when they are used to talk about someone. To hear you say these things about yourself Nagito it hurts. Because I know you Nagito and more importantly I love you. I know your worth and I know what a great person you are so words like that are the last thing that should be said about you, especially by yourself."

Nagito smiled as he hugged you back giving a kiss to your forehead. "Thank you my hope it makes me glad to hear you say that. I love you and with you by my side, our future together will be bright."

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one-vivid-judgment · 6 months ago

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Hello. Could I please request some comfort headcanons with Joon-gi, Seonhee, Zhao and Tesso with a verbally domestically abused s/o? Tbh your headcanons and just any random post are kinda soul healing and even therapeutic. They give me strength to mentally deal with any unpleasant situation. So, um, thank you.

I'm so glad my posts give you strength, anon! Tbh I picked up writing myself for therapeutic purposes, so it's good to know someone else is getting something out of this as well! I genuinely wish you the best!

Joongi Han

He can relate, actually. He didn’t exactly have a normal childhood: mom passed away when he was still too young to know any better, and his dad who was already abusive before, turned to drinking and his behavior only got worse. He wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy, much less someone he loves as much as you.

Thankfully, he is no longer in that stage where he will get queasy talking about the subject because the wound is still too fresh. He would have probably had a breakdown if you had brought up the subject a few years earlier, but now he’s... grown used to it. Any pain is dulled out by now, so you can freely talk to him about your situation. He knows you need someone to turn to, and if he is not that person for you, what kind of boyfriend would that make him?

Will hold you silently and just let you talk, hands running up and down your back. He’ll suggest using the Geomijul surveillance system to keep you safe—even if you say no, he will probably go through with it anyway because he can’t stand seeing you like that. If not the entire Geomijul, just himself is enough. He can free up hours of his schedule to watch over you; Seonhee will understand. It will also be her who suggests he brings you over to the Geomijul to stay for good. They have enough bowguns left and are still a threatening enough presence around Ijincho to know no one would dare mess with them.

Seonhee

Unlike Joongi, she hasn’t gone through abuse herself. She’s heard the horror stories from Yeonsu though, so she has some idea of just how bad it can get. Enough to be absolutely fucking fumming by the time you are done telling her about your situation. You can be sure she will take matters into her own hands, even if you try to stop her.

Don’t worry, it won’t be anything like straight up murdering your abuser (though, why lie, she really wants to, and the Geomijul has the means to do that; she can ask Zhao for help disposing of the body, too. Meat bun filling). She will, however, make sure there is always someone watching over you. Most likely Joongi, but if he is out of comission, then it will be anyone else. If it gets too bad, she will do the watching herself. And if it gets real bad? Seonhee is outright snatching you away. She can make extra room for you in the Geomijul HQ, to make sure that person is too scared to come get you.

Not a day goes by where she doesn’t ask you how you are holding up. She’s seen what abuse can do to a person (see, Yeonsu, and to an extent, Zhao), and she has learned the importance of asking those questions. You can come to her with whatever is troubling you, you know that, but she still makes sure to remind you.

Zhao Tianyou

It will take you some time to convince him not to do anything that could potentially land him in jail. You’ve never seen Zhao so mad in your life, and he doesn’t usually yell for no good reason, but man, does he want to kill the bastard that’s putting you through all this. But he also knows it wouldn’t be useful (albeit pretty satisfactory) to get thrown in the slammer and leave you alone.

You Tian is your new home. You can stay for as long as you want: hours, days if you want to. Anything that doesn’t involve you going home to your abuser sounds great in his book. His Liumang loyalists are now basically your full time bodyguards, and if that doesn’t work to intimidate the asshole in question, he’ll have to give them a very stern talking-to. Full of death threats and intimidation tactics. It will prove hard to not take his saber with him though.

He makes sure to be extra sweet to you. Always cooking your favorite dishes, always making sure you are feeling okay. He’ll introduce you to Kasuga and the others if you are up for it, and they’ll quickly become your biggest and best support network. To be honest, Zhao may have grown a little paranoid after the whole ordeal and might need to have you within eyeshot to make sure you are safe. He knows, he knows. But he won’t let it go too far to the point it gets unhealthy.

Tesso

Honestly, he wants to get angry. Hell, he should get angry! But all he can muster is hug you. He is at the verge of crying when he does. He’s a sensitive man, these things affect him, and the fact that you are going through that when you don’t deserve it at all? Well, you bet your ass it upsets him.

It’s not professional of him, but he’ll admit he sometimes skips Liumang work to go check on you. Like Zhao, he might get a little paranoid about what happens to you when you are out of his sight. He might have hired Tsukumo and Sugiura (Yagami too, if he happens to be in Yokohama) to keep an eye on you; as far as he’s concerned, that’s money well spent. He wishes he could do more—he’ll suggest you run away and stay at his apartment in Restaurant Row. It’s deep enough in Liumang turf that it’s pretty much guarateed your abuser won’t chase after you, if they have half a brain.

His hugs are therapy in and of itself. Helps that he’s a cuddler and pretty much can’t sleep if he isn’t hugging you. Now that he knows what you’ve had to go through, he has all the more reason to do that. He can’t help the smile when he wakes up and sees that you are by his side and not back at that shitty home you grew up in.

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza like a dragon #like a dragon infinite wealth #judge eyes #lost judgement #.txt #anon ask #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #joongi han #seonhee #zhao tianyou #tesso

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darl-ingfics · 3 months ago

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Jin bts sneezing

Took me a minute to put something together, and I hope you're down for fluff.

Quiet Time

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: Seokjin

Caregiver(s): Namjoon

Word Count: 1,622

Namjoon was used to a hive of activity in the dorm. With seven of them sharing the space, there was always something happening: video game tournaments, anime marathons, spur of the moment games invented on the spot that always involved a lot of excited yelling. The dorm was rarely a quiet space, unless a majority of the members were sleeping, or if Yoongi was writing, (which he rarely did seriously at home, but still, if the thunderbolt of inspiration struck, they had to listen to it.)

So when the boys had been blessed with a rare Friday afternoon off, Namjoon silently begged the universe for a chance for some quiet. The group already had the weekend free from schedules, so the extra few hours were an unexpected treat. Namjoon loved his members, loved their hysterical shenanigans, and loved being at the very center of much of that chaos. But he also loved his quiet time, his space to recenter and recharge.

And the universe seemed to have heard him. Jungkook suggested they all go and see a movie, something they hadn’t been able to do in a while, and Jimin and Taehyung had quickly agreed. Yoongi, however, opted to spend a few hours in his studio, finishing up a project so he could have the next two days entirely to himself. This shattered the hope of a group movie, but also softened the blow when Seokjin announced he planned to stay home and sleep off the cold that had held him hostage all week. Hoseok had then announced he would join the moviegoers and take them out of ice cream after, much to the delight of the younger members. Namjoon smiled to himself, watching his hyungs work their magic: Yoongi giving Jin the out to stay home and Hoseok swooping in to distract both the eldest and the maknaes from the disappointment of that choice. It was a maneuver he’d seen the three of them enact time and time again to get one another, (as well as the rest of the members, including Namjoon himself), the break they needed when social pressures called.

For his part, Namjoon had not verbally committed to any sort of plans, but it had been assumed he was in for the movie. When it was time to leave, however, he made the excuse that he had just gotten to the point of no return in his book while the rest of the members were getting ready, and he had decided to just stay and finish that instead. Besides, he’d argued, someone should stay home just in case Seokjin took a turn for the worse. That swiftly ended any attempts from Jungkook and Jimin to convince him to go out, and Hoseok shepherded them out the door, blowing a kiss back to Namjoon as he closed the door behind him. As their voices faded down the hallway, the dorm fell silent.

Perfect.

Namjoon had been reading on the couch ever since. And while he stopped reading when he heard the footsteps in the hallway, Namjoon didn’t look up from his book. He did quickly glance at his watch, noting that it had only been half an hour since the other members had left, marking an hour and a half since they’d gotten home. Meaning Seokjin wouldn’t be too out of it when he rounded that corner from the hallway.

Namjoon wanted to play this casual; when Jimin so sweetly asked if Jin didn’t want them all to postpone their movie adventure until he was able to go with them, Seokjin had very sternly told them all to go out without him, to enjoy their weekend off and not worry about him. Namjoon had, clearly, not listened to a word of that.

Sure enough, when Seokjin entered the room, the first thing he saw was Namjoon. Despite his sleepy appearance, (all wrinkled hoodie and pajama pants, hair askew), his eyes immediately narrowed. The impact of his glare was, however, immediately interrupted when he bent to the waist by two uncharacteristically violent sneezes, “H’tschue! HA’schue!”

“Bless you.”

“What’re you doin’ here?” Seokjin muttered, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses before squinting at Namjoon again, checking he wasn’t just seeing things.

Namjoon held up his book. “Reading.”

Seokjin shook his head, lips pouting. “No, no.” He cleared his throat, wincing slightly. “You’re supposed to be at the movies. With Kook and the rest.”

Namjoon shrugged. “I wanted to stay here.”

“I told you not to stay back for me.”

“Who said I did?” Jin simply narrowed his eyes at him, unconvinced. Namjoon’s smile didn’t falter as he patted the couch next to him. Despite the frown still on his face, Seokjin didn’t hesitate to slump into the offered seat, head falling against Namjoon’s shoulder. The leader sighed as his hand tangled in Jin’s hair and the older man instinctively wrapped his arms around his friend’s abdomen. Their movements were practiced, sliding effortlessly into an embrace built on years of carrying each other through the churning sea of life. They sat like that, just taking in each other’s presence, while Namjoon finished his chapter.

“How are you?” Namjoon asked into the comfortable silence as he slid his book mark between the pages.

Seokjin shrugged. “I’m tired,” he answered honestly. “It’s been a long week.”

Namjoon scoffed. “You’re telling me. And I wasn’t even sick.” He didn’t need to be looking at Jin to see how dramatically he rolled his eyes.

“You’re all acting like I have the plague,” he griped. “I’m literally fine. They call it the common cold for a reason.”

“I vividly remember you saying otherwise to Tae last month. Something about how ‘just because it’s common doesn’t mean it’s not a big deal.’”

That earned him a not-so-gentle jab in the side. Namjoon squawked in shock more than pain, quickly dissolving into laughter. “First of all, rude. Second, that was entirely different. Taehyung was much sicker than I am now, and we were filming outside, in a rainstorm.”

Namjoon chuckled again. “How was the nap?”

“I’ve barely slept.”

“Are you serious?!” Namjoon lurched away, turning his body so he was facing Seokjin instead. The older man frowned at the loss of contact. “Why not?” When he opened his mouth to reply, Jin immediately held up a finger before burying his face in his sleeve and sneezing three times. “Okay, so that.”

“Yeah, that.” He sniffled, coughing before dropping his arm back to his side. He sighed, shoulders caving forward. “But also when I lay down, everything in my head just feels like concrete and I can’t breathe and then I start coughing and just… sleep is hard without drugs. And it isn’t doctor recommended I take more of those for another two hours.” He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, pinching the space between his eyes, sniffling again.

Namjoon pouted, wheels turning in his brain. “Are you comfy here?”

Seokjin craned his neck just enough for their eyes to meet. “Always.”

“Then go to sleep.” It was Jin’s turn to pout at him. Namjoon shrugged his unoccupied shoulder, tossing his book onto the coffee table. “If being vertical like this helps you breathe easier, then use me as your pillow.”

“Joonie, I’m not trapping you on the couch.”

“You’re doing nothing of the sort.” Namjoon grabbed the remote from the side table and clicked on the TV. “I’ve got some shows I’ve been meaning to catch up on. You’re actually doing me a favor.”

As he navigated to said shows, Seokjin considered the offer. Catching a few extra hours of sleep had been one of the goals of their half day, and if the normal methods of ‘lay down, conk out’ wasn’t working, why not sleep here, curled up with his best friend? Truth be told, this position propped up against the couch and Namjoon’s shoulder was the most comfortable he’d found all week. The physical contact was so incredibly soothing; Namjoon had a way of knowing exactly what Seokjin needed, caring for him so expertly. And his eyes were suddenly so very, very heavy…

Seokjin nodded ever so slightly as he pulled his knees up beneath him on the couch, settling deeper against Namjoon. The leader smiled. “Glasses?” Seokjin lifted his head just enough to pull off said glasses, and Namjoon gently took them from him, setting them on the side table. His fingers returned to Jin’s hair, smoothing circles at the nape of his neck. The older man simply closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. Namjoon hit play on his show, and reached for a blanket from the basket under the side table. After rather clumsily draping the blanket across both Seokjin and himself, which was no easy feat with only one had to work with, he settled back against the couch himself.

Namjoon genuinely thought Seokjin was already asleep when the older man whispered: “Be honest: did you stay back for me?”

Namjoon smiled. “Not entirely. I was worried about you, and didn’t want you to wake up disoriented to an empty house. But I also really wanted to lay on the couch instead of going out. You just gave me a solid defense against Kookie’s puppy eyes. So thanks for that.”

Seokjin chuckled, the sound vibrating against Namjoon’s own rib cage. His arms wrapped a bit more tightly around the younger man’s waist. “You’re welcome,” he whispered with his final burst of energy before slipping into the peaceful, deep sleep he’d been craving for days. Namjoon’s smile widened in time with his friend’s breathing, still congested but soothing all the same. He turned his attention to the TV, and allowed himself to be totally absorbed in the fictional world unfolding before him.

#bts sickfic #bts fanfic #kpop sickfic #bts sick #sickie jin #caretaker namjoon #darlingfics #kpop fanfic

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dootiexcupcake · 2 years ago

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I read that Soobin used to be bullied :(

Just a fluff where reader protects him from his bullies and comforts him

I nvr heard that he was bullied! that’s so awful :((.

Also! I’m so sorry it took me so long to post this, I do hope you enjoy it tho <33 and tysm for the ask ( ＾∀＾)

CW: bullying

I can see Soobins s/o being very VERY protective over him after they learn about him being bullied.

Soobin loves and appreciates you dearly for that, don’t get him wrong. but having to relay the events back to you and detailing how little he was able to verbally fight back or despite his best efforts to make them stop they still wouldn’t let up. he would feel so much humiliation bubbling up in him and also feel tears begin to prickle up in the corner of his eyes. he hated how weak this made him feel. he felt like a kid running home crying to his mom every single time he would tell you about it and it crushed his pride.

It all boiled over one day when you saw the situation in person yourself. You were on your way to walk Soobin home when you heard a commotion of hushed whispers, shoes harshly scraping the ground, and the distinct sound of sniffling. You’re curiosity got the best of you and you followed the sounds until you found their origin.

You felt your stomach drop when you saw Soobin surrounded by a group of people all taking turns shoving and hurling vile insults back to him.

You didn’t wait a single moment before you rushed forward and shouted for them to stop! Everyone, including Soobin, stopped what they were doing and turned to look at you.

“Who are you supposed to be?” The tallest male in the group sneered gazing down at you with dark eyes. Sizing you up. But his height nor his tone deterred you from stepping up to him and shoving his finger in his face, “who do you think you are for messing with him, huh?!” Your brows furrowed even more when the group began to laugh loudly at you. Admittedly, hearing them cackle at you so maliciously did sting. Just a bit. But your determination to get Soobin out of this mess far out weighed those feeling and you refused to back down.

“All of you fools are a bunch of losers for ganging up on one single guy anyway, and yet here you are laughing at me? I guess being going around being and being a massive waste of air is trend now! Just leave him alone!”

In a perfect world, that would have been the end of it and they all would have backed down and let him be. But sadly this world is filled with miserable people.

They didn’t stop insulting Soobin. As a matter of fact they started attacking you as well. You finally had to grab Soobin and walk away when they shoved him so hard he fell to the ground. If you stayed there any longer your temper surely would have gotten the better of you and things would have gotten violent very fast.

You both walked silently back to Soobins apartment, with the occasional glances over your shoulders to make sure you weren’t followed. When the door closed behind you Soobin immediately burst into tears with his hands covering his face. You went over to him and cupped his head in your hands. You didn’t even have to say anything, you knew exactly what was wrong and from the way his sobs were becoming uncontrollable, you knew he was holding this all in longer than he had said over the phone.

You both were sat on the floor of Soobins apartment foyer. Him resting his head on your shoulder, knees to his chest as he hiccuped a few sobs.

“M’sorry. Sorry that you had t’come down and see me like that…I’m so pathetic.” He murmured, never once looking at you. The shame of it all forbidding him from doing so even if he wanted to. You put your arm around his shoulder and squeezed him tight, “Soobin, my beloved, I do not find you pathetic. Not in the slightest! Please don’t ever say that about yourself because it’s just not true at all!” You heard him let out a shaky sigh. “I just…I just feel so weak for having to have you come and rescue me like I’m a damsel in distress.” Soobins knees pressed closer against his big body, as if he was trying to completely fold himself in half. “it’s more humiliating than the bullying itself.”

Your whole body deflated hearing him say that, along with a tidal wave of emotions. You were furious at those jerks for making your Soobin feel this way about himself, but you also felt like your heart just sorrowfully snapped in two.

Going back out, finding those people, and making them pay would surely make you feel better. But the logical part of you knew very well that Soobin needs your comfort and support right now. So that’s what you’ll give him.

You shifted your body and tried to awkwardly prop Soobin up so he would look at you. The process was..very silly to say the least. So much so that the two of you just had to briefly chuckle at the state of yourselves. You used the lighthearted moment to speak up, “I don’t think any less of you. I never have and I never will. The only negative feelings I have are towards the people who hurt you. Not you. You are not less of a man just because some people who are clearly insecure says you are. They’re wrong Soobin! All of them!” You we’re looking straight into Soobins eyes as you affirmed him, making sure your speech was crystal clear so he would get every single word.

Soobin smiled weakly at you and nodded his head, the tears in his eyes gradually coming to a stop.

You know that the damage done by bullying wouldn’t be undone by one simple pep talk, but you were more than happy to be apart of Soobins support system to help him out along the way.

“Ok, let’s get up now, yeah? My butt is starting to hurt sitting on this hard floor.” You joked as you stood up and stretched. Soobin laughed at the sudden shift in mood and he grabbed your outstretched hand and got up as well. When he got on his feet his eyes met yours. Both of you stood there for a moment until Soobins lips caught yours in a short and sweet kiss.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours and nuzzled his nose against your nose.

“Thanks for being here for me.”

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Ayo, i SUCK at writing conflict like that confrontation scene was straight out of a early 2000’s live action Disney movie I am sooo sorry💀

#soobin x reader #choi soobin x you #choi soobin x reader #txt soobin x reader #txt x moa #txt x y/n #txt x gn reader #soobin x gn reader #txt x fem reader #txt x you #txt x reader #anonymous ask 🥷#txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt angst

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xiao-isms · 3 years ago

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Hello I just recently found your Sub Xiao things and oh my god thank you for the food 😍😍 If ur taking requests, Reader with a strap on with a dildo that can vibrate, and Xiao taking it ? 👀 Multiple orgasms would be fun, but anything you write is excellent so I don’t mind where you take this 😳

— dirty.

character. xiao

content warnings. multiple orgasms, semi dirty talk, verbal humiliation, cum eating, a little bit of cross-dressing. note that reader does have a strap-on but i tried to make it as gn as possible !

word count: 1.7k words

voicemail. agshs thank u sm anon! i really liked writing this one so i hope you enjoy <3 ps sorry if the ending is rushed, i recently started uni so ive been superrr busy lately

you slid a hand up xiao’s milky thigh and underneath his blush pink pleated skirt with a mischievous grin on your lips. halting for a moment, you took the opportunity to squeeze that soft, meaty flesh that you loved so dearly, pressing wet kisses and angry red hickies across his skin. once satisfied with your work, you pull away and lift your head to look the mighty yaksha right in his now watery eyes and archons, you doubted even the lord of geo himself would believe you if you told him how pathetic his war-hardened adeptus looked at this very moment, all from a few simple touches. the sight was laughable, really; his hard cock protruded from his pretty little skirt, precum already beginning to stain the garment, accompanied by a face so flushed you swore you could see steam emerging from the top of the other's head. you grabbed the man by his chin and yanked him forward. "you're fucking disgusting." the words came out a bit harsher than intended but xiao, oh xiao, he loved it. he loved it when you made him feel absolutely deplorable; when you broke him until he felt like he couldn't be fixed. he didn't respond, just looked at you with hunger, like he was silently begging you to fuck his brains out.

you could feel a primal need rumbling from deep inside your chest. “does that turn you on?” you asked with a cheeky grin that only seemed to be getting larger by the second. the petite man whimpered in your tight hold, nodding ever so slightly but much too embarrassed to give a direct response. “how naughty of you, xiao. so shy, and yet so, so dirty.” you interlocked your lips with his, sliding your tongue in his small mouth as soon as you got the chance. it was messy and sloppy and it felt like xiao hadn’t kissed anyone a day in his life, saliva running down the sides of his pointed chin while his mouth hung open, completely pliant, but it was so hot. you were the first to pull away which only made the adeptus whine in a desperate, high-pitched voice.

“so needy,” you whispered in the shell of his ear, rubbing his sensitive sides. “you want it? you want my cock in you, pretty boy?” he makes a sound of affirmation, one that you can’t quite make out, but one nonetheless. xiao shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows he shouldn’t—he’s a yaksha, a seasoned demon slayer, and yet, whenever he’s with you like this, he just can’t seem to control himself. he thrusted his little hips into thin air with vigor in what seemed to be an attempt to get some kind of friction, something—anything—to soothe his aching, leaking dick. “ah, ah,” you hummed, gripping his waist so tightly you were both positive there would be bruises there the next morning. “the only way you’re going to cum tonight is with my cock plowing into your tiny hole.”

the way his face contorted slightly and his brows furrowed while fresh, blood-hot tears ran down his flushed cheeks only spurred you on further. you spread his legs as far as possible, yanking both his cute panties and tight skirt off, throwing it behind you without care. you haphazardly coated your fingers in saliva before inserting them inside your boy with newfound fervor, eager to fuck him until he couldn’t think straight and was unable to scream anything other than your name. he moaned and cried and whimpered as you pumped your wet digits in and out of his hole. the adeptus whined, he was so close, so close, but he desperately wanted to be good for you-- and there's hardly anything that he wouldn't do to achieve that, even if it meant holding back his own orgasm. you scissored your middle and index finger, adding a third once you were sure xiao was stretched well enough. soon, you were able to thrust your digits in back and forth freely while the other's body continuously spasmed and shook with close to unbearable pleasure.

too impatient to keep waiting to enter the small man, you pulled your fingers out entirely, the act ripping a loud wail from your lover. "wh...w-why'd you stop?" the words were slurred and almost incomprehensible—it sounded something akin to what someone drunken on sex would say, certainly not a powerful immortal such as himself. the question truly makes you wonder if he'd actually been paying attention to your previous statement or if he really was that incoherent already. how cute, you hadn't even started and here he was, a drooling, stupid mess. you didn't respond, instead opting to press your lips against his, thrusting your tongue deep into his mouth once again. whether or not he understood you before didn't matter, the night would end the same way: with xiao becoming an inchoate husk of a being, only able to give as much pleasure as he received.

quickly, you fastened the harness onto your waist, clicking the straps in place. the plastic toy connected to the o-ring of the strap-on was useful in more ways than one; you knew the both of you’d love it as soon as you saw it. slowly—or, as slowly as you could, patience thrown to the wind long ago—you slid inside of your boy with ease, his breath hitching in the most adorable ways. you smirked and wrapped your fingers around the small device that activated the dildo. “are you ready?” before the man under you had a chance to answer, you clicked the 'on' button, the sex toy whirling to life. for a second, you thought you could see hearts in xiao’s teary, amber eyes. he looked so, so beautiful like this; spreading his legs and moaning for you like a cheap hooker. nimble fingers landed on his waist once again, allowing your hips to slam against the meat of his thighs. his mouth hung agape in shock at the sudden movement, whimpers and whines spilling from those pretty, swollen lips. "a-ah! mmph, p-please go s—oh!—" the words seemed to have fallen dead on his tongue due to a particularly well aimed thrust, hurling him forward. every little movement felt so good, like he was on cloud nine, and oh god, don't even get him started on the way the pseudo cock vibrated in him, making his head go blank with overwhelming lust. he could feel that familiar heat stirring in his abdomen, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"mm, 'm gonna cum, ooh, g-gonna cum, p-please!"

with one more rough, domineering push of your hips, he came over the newly washed bed sheets. you slowly came to a stop and slipped your fingers over the head of his now softening sex, swiping away a hefty amount of your lover's seed and putting it towards his face. "open.” you demanded, inserting your moist digits in his mouth. his red, puffy lips wrapped around them, lazily licking you clean. "good boy," you praised as you pulled your fingers from him. "do you like that? you like eating your own cum like a filthy whore, hm?" he didn’t respond, apparently much too fucked out to even nod. you pulled the man’s cheeks together, leaning down and pressing the tip of your nose to his own.

“i asked you a question.”

his mouth opened slightly at the deep, commanding tone of your voice; he was trying to answer you, he was trying to be good, but his mind was so fuzzy he could hardly breathe. with much struggle, he moves his head up and back down. the action was hardly noticeable with how subtle it was, but you took pity on the poor yaksha, placing a kiss that he felt was almost too gentle considering the current situation. you heard a whimper erupt from xiao and a small, close to inaudible humming sound could be heard within the quiet room.

oh.

you had forgotten about that.

the adeptus trembled underneath your form with overstimulation. he feared he was going to cum again, untouched; he could feel it in the way his dick was beginning to harden again, the way the muscles in his stomach churned and tightened in the most delightful ways, ways that made him feel lightheaded and painfully aroused. you were silent, watching your lover’s face scrunch up with a glint of pure lust clear in your half-lidded eyes. you begin to rock your hips back and forth again, only moving a centimeter an inch this time. xiao couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt inside him, how his slick walls clenched and unclenched around your barely moving cock, making the smallest squelching noises.

it was all so filthy.

with that thought, the warm coil in his lower body burst and he was positive that he was seeing stars from how hard he’d just orgasmed. it was ego-boosting, really, knowing that only you could touch him like this, look at him like this. you hummed, increasing the pace of your thrusts until xiao was crying and incoherent, garbled whines falling from his mouth. “s-sen—o-oh fuck!” tears clouded his vision as you abused his prostate, taking advantage of that sensitive spot inside him. with heavy breaths, you leaned down to look at him directly, the smell of sweat and sex prominent on both of your bodies. “you’re such a good boy, xiao,” you commended between grunts and quiet moans. you brushed his messy hair back so you could see the pleasure on his flushed face, planting kisses on each of his cheeks. he keened at the attention, throwing his arm over his face to hide from the embarrassment.

“you take my cock so well, such a brave boy.” you knew he loved to be showered in praise more than anything, even more than he loved to be pinned down and degraded. he felt as if he’d cum at any second, the way the silicone toy felt inside him was more than exhilarating and your occasionally words only added to that addicing feeling. nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, hard and dripping precum, preparing itself for its third orgasm. you finished him off with just a few strokes, his small form twitching with overstimulation. you slowly came to a stop and cupped his red face with your hands.

“what am i ever going to do with you, baby?”

#hey im not dead #🎐. . . xiao #WAIT I FORGOT TO TITLE THIS #genshin impact smut #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #genshin impact #xiao smut #sub xiao #bottom xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao

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andsheloved · 3 years ago

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GRUMPY + SUNSHINE BUCKY DRABBLE PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺 i love the he hates everyone in the world but them kinda thing UGH!!!!! 💝💕💞

this trope + bucky is probably the best pairing that anyone could have sent in so THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! this is such an adorable idea and my heart is just mdswgqioqskdhb, mwauh!! i hope you enjoy this one!!

pairing ~ bucky barnes x gn!reader

word count ~ 941

warnings ~ fluff!!, mention of reader working in a lab, shy-ish reader, allusion to nightmares and insomnia on bucky's part, use of pet name 'sweetheart',

prompt ~ trope #13: sunshine + grumpy

Bucky Barnes was not a man who smiled all that much.

Bucky Barnes was also not a big hugger, he really wasn't a fan of being touched too much, or holding hands, or being held at all.

But that was before Bucky Barnes had you.

You were very clearly new to the whole 'saving the world' thing, your eyes were bright with enthusiasm and optimism as you watched Steve detail the latest mission.

He had to stifle the scoff that threatened to break the disinterested silence when he looked down at the table below you.

Were you taking notes?

You definitely were, and Bucky couldn't tell if it was the most adorable or most obnoxious thing he had ever seen in this meeting room, and with all that had gone down in this one room, that was saying something.

He found out later from Steve that you weren't even going on the mission, you weren't going on any.

You would be working in the labs with Bruce, far, far away from any thing that you were taking notes on.

And as you walked out of the meeting, Bucky couldn't tell if he wanted to squeeze you so tightly until you cheerfully begged him to stop, or roll his eyes until they fell back into his skull as he watched you gleefully offer words of encouragement to the rest of the team.

Some of them easily brushed you off as they walked back to their respective areas of the tower, while some of them smiled, replying to your kind words with a quick 'thank you' before rushing off just as hurriedly.

His brow furrowed as he observed you, your shoulders slumping as you tucked your small notebook under your arm before turning on your heels and walking in the direction of the lab.

A strange, unexpected feeling of discontent washed over him as you disappeared beyond his line of sight.

He knew that everyone was busy, but didn't they realize that you were probably busy too? That before you ambled back to the lab to do whatever work needed to be done with Bruce, that you took the time to say goodbye and nice work to every member of the team? He let out a dissatisfied huff at the thought.

It wasn't uncommon to see Sam scrounging the kitchen before a mission, regardless of how early the scheduled time of departure was, it seemed he would always be there whenever Bucky finally trudged out from his room.

What was new though, was how many other people were there. Mugs of coffee were scattered all over the counter top, a large platter of toast was placed in the center, a container of butter and cream cheese arranged at either side.

It was then when he finally heard your voice break through the dissaray.

"Breakfast?" You timidly urged.

It took him a moment to even comprehend that you were speaking to him, but once he noticed how your eyes were most definitely meeting his, he stammered out a clumsy reply. "Y-Yeah sure"

Bucky didn't even have a moment to silently curse himself for his lack of verbal competency before you were beaming at him, wearing a grin that stretched from ear to ear as you eagerly grabbed a plate from one of the cabinets, just as enthusiastically placing two pieces of toast on it before turning and handing it to him.

"Thank's sweetheart" The phrase tumbled from his lips before he could even realize what he was saying. He froze in his place, the marble counter threatening to crumble under his harsh grip as he stood mortified before you.

Though your expression never faltered, there was not a single, momentary break of your smile as you stared back at him.

"Of course" You finally mumbled

A contended smirk broke on his features as he watched you attempt to hide your growing bashful smile with a feigned yawn.

The sight of you alone was enough to make him believe that he was going to turn into a puddle in seconds.

You were smiling because of him.

It had to have been years, he thought, since someone had found any joy derived from him.

And watching you return back to the chaos in the heart of the kitchen, observing as you would quickly hesitate while putting a dish away before covertly grinning to yourself, he found he liked it.

He more than liked it.

And so it began, shy smiles and graceless small talk became bolder hand touches and whispered inside jokes meant just for the two of you.

He no longer minded when Sam would comment on how upbeat he had become around you, or when Tony would tease him about 'going soft', he couldn't bring himself to care, usually just rolling his eyes in response before stomping off back to his room.

How could he care? He supposed he could even feel bad for them, they didn't have you.

You, with all your softness and goodness and joy and light.

A few years ago, he probably would have scoffed at your sincere optimism and blindingly sunny disposition.

But things had changed since then, Bucky had changed since then.

Bucky Barnes was a man who smiled a lot.

Bucky Barnes was also a big hugger, he just could never get enough of your hands on him, and don't get him started on holding your hand, he didn't think he'd ever take his hand from yours if he was given the chance, and in those quiet moments of the night when sleep refused to come to him, he swore he could hold you forever.

But that was just for you.

Only for you.

i definitely thought i queued this up much earlier but then i realized i simply just. did not queue it up at all. i am a fool, bUT anyways!! i hope you enjoyed this my friend, bucky is like, a god tier choice for this trope and i'm giving you and your brain a forehead kiss for sending in this concept!! mwauh!!

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!!

want more bucky? check out my masterlist!

#madeline's drabble tuesdays!#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #james bucky barnes x reader #no use of y/n #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes comfort #bucky barnes comfort fic

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ambssssssssss · 2 years ago

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Southern Hospitality

AO3

Part 1: Food

If there’s one thing that Kate learns about Lucy very early on in their relationship - once they have a real relationship, anyway, not one that’s being kept hidden behind sly smiles and closed doors - it’s that food is one of Lucy’s love languages.

Of course, Lucy has a veritable ton of ways that she shows her affection for Kate. She shows her love in little physical ways: playing with Kate’s hair when they cuddle up together, brushing her hands across Kate’s arms and back, playing with their joined fingers. She shows her love in the way that she hugs Kate so tightly when it’s been a few days since they’ve seen each other, reaching up on her tiptoes to hook her chin on Kate’s shoulder. Even at work, Lucy will reach out, just a brush of their fingers together or a quick hand squeeze.

Lucy shows her love verbally as well, beyond saying the words. Kate can hear it in the different way Lucy says her name. On a sigh, through a laugh, fondly exasperated, overly excited, frustrated and annoyed, Kate’s heard her name said in all manner of ways and each of them she can hear the love in Lucy’s voice, see it in her eyes.

She can feel Lucy’s love in the way they kiss, in relief and joy after a mission that could have gone terribly wrong. A short peck when they are running late or they steal a moment between meetings and missions and cases. A slow, languid kiss when they wake up together, a heated pressure when they stumble in through the door, roaming hands and teasing bites a precursor to so much more. A kiss on the cheek when they are moving in opposite directions but need some small connection.

Lucy shows her love in a myriad of ways and Kate has very much enjoyed learning how to receive and reciprocate in time. Still, Lucy’s strongest love language, far away, is the sharing of food. And, much to Kate’s own personal amusement, the root of her food sharing love language seems to be a direct result of Lucy’s southern upbringing.

She is just cooking for the two of them the first time Kate notices it. Well, not the first time she notices but the first time that is consciously curious about it. They’re having dinner together at Kate’s apartment, after a solid three days of almost zero interaction. Lucy’s team had two cases that seemed to be not connected but soon became one in the same and Kate, while there in her official capacity as the liaison between NCIS and FBI, hadn’t been able to interact with Lucy that much. Kate had been coordinating with Tennant and working with Ernie while Lucy had been in the field with Kai and Jesse. They hadn’t shared much more than longing glances across the bullpen until they were finally able to leave together, piling into Kate’s car at the end of the never ending case.

Now Kate is sitting at her breakfast bar, watching Lucy move around her kitchen. They’ve both changed out of their work clothes and Kate can’t deny that it makes the sight before her even better because she knows that Lucy is wearing a shirt that she took from Kate’s closet. The sweater is oversized even on Kate and dwarfs Lucy’s tiny frame, half of her shoulder exposed from where the neckline had ridden down. It’s a silent testament to how much Lucy had missed her over the past few days and that makes Kate fall just a little bit more in love with her. Even if Lucy had to roll up the sleeves five times so they wouldn’t get into any of the pans she has going on the stove, which is quite a few.

“What are you making?” Kate asks, blinking herself out of her Lucy induced stupor. Lucy glances at Kate over her shoulder, smiling.

“Nothing special,” Lucy says. “It’s something my parents used to make for me and my brothers after something big happened. Steaks, sautéed vegetables, and homemade biscuits. I might make some gravy, too.”

“Oh,” Kate blinked. “That’s a lot of food.”

“Yeah.” Lucy was evidently done stirring what Kate realized were peppers, onions, and mushrooms in a greased pan, and turned to her girlfriend with a slightly sheepish smile. “Sorry, I know it’s a lot.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize, babe.” Lucy grins at the term of endearment that slips past Kate’s lips. “I love your cooking, you know that.”

“You just don’t love how much of everything I make.” Lucy jokes but Kate can see the hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t love it, I just can’t eat it all.” Kate laughs. “You make a lot of food, Luce. How many steaks are you making?”

“Four.”

“Two for each of us?”

“...No?”

Kate laughs again, standing up from the breakfast bar to walk around it. Lucy turns back to the stove to stir the vegetables again so Kate steps up behind her, wrapping her arms around Lucy’s waist.

“It’s not a bad thing, baby.” Kate says reassuringly, leaning down to press a kiss to Lucy’s shoulder and then settling her chin in the same spot. “It’s just a very you thing.”

“A me thing?”

“You show your love through food.” Kate says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, smiling at Lucy when she turns her head to look at her girlfriend with a skeptical expression. “You do! And not just to me, though I admit that I benefit from it far more than anyone else. Between lunch dates and leftovers, I haven’t had to make my own lunch since we started dating.”

“Excuse me for wanting to make sure my work-aholic girlfriend eats.” Lucy’s voice is full of mirth as she reaches for a pair of tongs to flip the steaks she has cooking.

“I love the way you take care of me,” Kate squeezes her waist. “But you do it for other people too. I know you’ve handed Ernie a full tub of biscuits before, and you have your whole team's favorite coffee order memorized.”

“Most of them drink it black, it’s not hard to remember.” Except for Jesse’s stupidly complicated mocha cappuccino but Lucy wasn’t going to bring that up.

“And I know you have all my usual orders for every restaurant we go to listed in your notes app.” Kate grins as Lucy blushes slightly, clearing her throat.

“I actually have most of those memorized too, we just go to a lot of restaurants.”

“I love you.” Kate laughs, pressing the words into Lucy’s neck. “But you’re proving my point. Food is your love language. One of them, at least.”

“I plead the 5th.”

“Sure,” Kate lets go of Lucy when she taps the hands laced over her stomach, stepping back to lean against the sink as Lucy pulls the biscuits from the oven and returns to the veggies. “But it makes me wonder: is this a you thing or a Texan thing? Because I had a friend in college who always had snacks with her and she would hand them out like candy. Even when I visited her dorm, I swear that if she had a way to cook a full meal in a college dorm, she would have fed all of us.”

“So?” Lucy half turned to Kate, clearly not understanding the connection that Kate was trying to make.

“So, she was from San Antonio.” Kate said. “I know that two people doing similar things is a little bit of a stretch to make this kind of assumption, but I don’t think I’m wrong.”

Lucy groaned slightly. “You’re not.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” finished cooking, Lucy turned off all the burners and gestured to Kate to come closer so they could put their food onto plates. “It’s a thing. A southern thing for sure but also a Texan thing. Most people who are born and raised in Texas follow a simple set of rules: southern hospitality.”

“That’s a real thing?” Kate blinked in surprise. “I totally thought they made that up for movies.”

“No, it’s very, very real.” Lucy reached into the drawer to grab cutlery for them while Kate carried their plates to their usual spots at the small dining room table. “We just try to be generally nice people, at least on the outside. Though if an old woman ever tells you ‘bless your heart’ you should probably start thinking about how you’re going to make up for whatever you did wrong.”

Kate hums slightly, enjoying Lucy’s laughter.

“Southern hospitality is really a bunch of little things like holding doors open, having manners, waving at other trucks on the road, things like that. But a major part of southern hospitality is the innate understanding that no one will ever leave any Texas home hungry.”

“I understand that,” Kate says, “but why make so much food?”

“Well, you never who’s going to pop by for dinner. Or show up while you’re cooking. My house had an open, standing invitation for a lot of people to just show up around dinner time and we would feed them. Friends, family, coworkers, didn’t matter. If they were there at dinner time, they ate too. I learned how to cook knowing that the people in the house weren’t an accurate reflection of who would actually be at dinner.” Lucy shrugged slightly. “It’s a hard habit to break.”

“Well, don’t break it on my account.” Kate said, emphasizing her point by taking a healthy bite of the sauteed vegetables and releasing a moan at the flavor. “This is so good.”

“Clearly,” Lucy smirked, her eyes dark. Kate looked at her, blushing slightly when her own mind registered both the look in Lucy’s eyes and the sound that she had made.

“Sorry,” Kate mumbled.

“Don’t apologize babe,” Lucy said, smirk still in place. “You know I love it when you’re loud.”

Lucy’s smile is positively devilish and Kate feels her throat bobbing in a swallow entirely of its own accord. Lucy laughs as Kate coughs, hurriedly taking another bite.

“If southern hospitality is all about being nice, why are you such a tease sometimes.”

“Oh, bless your heart baby,” Lucy grins. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

#kacy #kacy ficlet #ncis hawaii #ambs writes #i love that lucy is texan #and im going to explore that #this will be on ao3 too

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years ago

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Could write a Beast Boy x reader one-shot based on Good Fight by Unspoken please ?

Good Fight

Pairing: Garfield Logan as Beast Boy x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think there are any.

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: I am so so sorry this is so late. I really hope you like it.

Keep fighting the good fight (never give up, never give up) Keep letting your light shine (holding it high as long as you live)

The life of a superhero was gruelling. It was blood and fists and chaos most of the time. To Gar, every day out in the field passed by him in a blur. When he was fighting the supervillain of the week, he was reduced to base instincts, taking orders from Dick and fighting alongside the others. He knew who his team was and he remained loyal to them.

That was how all of his friendships were forged, in loyalty through battle. If he was able to risk his life with these people and trusted them enough with himself then he should be able to get through a meal with them. Sometimes he felt extremely thankful.

But sometimes it felt like he was running towards something with no end. How long was he going to keep burning himself from both ends to try and save the world time and time again when people keep trying to wreak havoc across it anyway?

It was another fight that the team was unprepared for. Some deranged super villain that called out the cities heroes to come and stop him. They weren't prepared, they were caught by surprise, but even then, they couldn't let down the city.

That was why Gar was currently getting thrown around like a rag doll. For those few seconds of his life when he felt pain, he wanted to quit. He didn't want to fight this fight anymore; he didn't want to be a superhero anymore. Why should he fight just because he could?

A whimper from his side brought him out of his subconscious haze. It was troubling him to open his eyes but he finally focused on the person beside him through shaky pupils.

You were whining slightly when you moved because of the pain you felt. Blood was running down the side of your head. Your body was spasming slightly from the amount of hits you received and Gar could make sure without even looking that there were multiple bruises underneath your clothes.

It pained him even more than the hits he received. The love of his life was in pain and he felt concerned seeing your features twisted in agony. He wished he could pull you into his arms.

It was at that moment he wanted to pack up and leave. Never look back to this superhero life. Get an apartment with you where you would wake up in the same bed and eat breakfast and laugh. A life where fights would be verbal and would end in apologies and kisses and make up sex.

He didn't want to fight for others anymore. He wanted to be selfish for once in his life. He wanted to be selfish for you. His lungs were burning, joined searing and head throbbing when he was thrown to a wall. For a second, Gar saw white and his ears were ringing.

You turned to him, still panting and offered a smile, "Just a few more seconds."

He sent you a lopsided smirk, "I've heard that before."

You laughed, taking a few breaths before getting up, groaning unapologetically. When you finally stood with stability, you held out a hand for him to take, "Let's go babe. Let's keep fighting the good fight."

He gave you a smile that made your heart skip a beat and grabbed your hand to help haul himself up. The fight had moved downtown and so he spared a second to peck your lips lightly before turning into a tiger and sprinting away, with you following closely.

Even in the road blocks, Even through the rough spots When you're feeling you're giving all that you got

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''Cause I'm never gonna leave you Always gonna see you through to the other side

I'm with you in the next step, givin' you the next breath I'll be the voice saying "You're gonna make it" When you're out there on your own you are never alone

It was those days when he returned back to the tower, beaten and bloodied. Everything in his body was burning and he dragged himself to the showers even though he just wanted to lose consciousness in his cosy bed. But he could smell the stench of blood and dirt, amplified by his animals’ senses.

The hot water rained over his bed, red went down the drain and he tried to drown out the smell by using the most fragrant thing he could find; apple body wash. When the sweet smell hit his nostrils, he was filled with a sense of comfort.

It was your body wash.

Suddenly he wanted to be right in bed beside you, with you curled up in his arms. So, he intentionally rushed through the shower, not letting the hot water soothe his joints for long before hopping out and wrapping himself up in your thick bathrobe.

When he got into his room, you were sitting on his bed and applying lotion to your body. Cocoa butter. You raised a brow at him when you noticed the frilly bathrobe he was wearing and he shrugged cheekily, sitting in front of you.

You took a silent cue and began rubbing lotion on his back, taking the time to gently massage his muscles. You didn't need to say anything, it was silent but your actions were speaking waves to him. You were comforting him. You were rejuvenating him. You were home.

This was essentially aftercare except the before wasn't that fun.

Gar got dressed quickly after that, feeling his eyes droop shut with every second before he crawled beneath the covers right beside you. By habit, you curled into his side, throwing a leg over his waist and he sighed, smelling how clean you were.

"Feeling okay?"

Was he feeling okay? To be quite honest, he really wasn't, he felt unfulfilled. But way too tired to discuss it with you. He turned his body towards you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and feeling slightly full from the contact of your skin on his and murmured something incomprehensible.

"I'm always going to be here for you, my love." You mumbled, flitting in between consciousness. Gar kissed your forehead and that was the cue for you to fall into a deep sleep and he chuckled hearing your soft snores. You were always so quick to fall asleep. Maybe it was because you always felt so safe with him.

That's why he had to keep fighting the good fight. So that he, and others like him, could fall asleep like this with you, or others like you, in their arms.

The joy will be your banner And my love will be your anthem And you may never know What your tomorrow holds But you can know that I am holding your tomorrow

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erenisms · 3 years ago

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“Hi, good afternoon, you look good today.” I literally heard Drunk!Eren saying that in English, Japanese AND German! It’s just sooo him! Infinity out of 10 for that story! May we have a sequel? 🙏🥰

sober moves | eren jaeger

> part 1 : drunk hobby

i love you today more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.

where eren finally mans up and decides to admit his feelings for you properly but he gets a taste of his own medicine instead.

pairing: roommate!eren jaeger x reader (2)

genre: fluff, slight crack, fluff again

warning/s: cursing, mentions of alcohol, reader is drunk! how the turned have tables

word count: 1178 (not including the texts on the image)

anon pls thats so cute, & m glad you liked it, heres the sequel

i think the first one is still more adorable but i enjoyed writing this, too :)

This is it, this is the day Eren finally asks you what he's been meaning to like a normal person. After being very close friends for many years and living together for two, after every hardship the both of you faced together, he thought it was finally time. Or so he thought.

It's been a few hours since you left for a family gathering and haven't sent any signs of coming home. You haven't replied to his texts at all, heck you haven't even read them yet.

He's worried, but he knows you're safe. He has met your family, after all, and he's seen your brother's Instagram stories earlier when he was bored as he waits for you to come home.

What if you say no? He suddenly thought.

Eren cursed at himself. He shouldn't think so negatively. His right knee bounced up and down anxiously as he sat on the couch, staring blankly at the television that's playing a replay of your favourite show. He's been at it for an hour now, and before that, he was pacing around the kitchen as the dinner you made for him earlier heats up.

Knock. Knock.

His ears perked up at the sound. Finally, finally, after plenty of agonizing hours of nervousness while alone, you're here. He jumped out of the couch, mad dashing towards the door and nearly swinging it on his face with the speed and force he opened it.

Eren was surprised to see not only you looking like you're about to fall over while giggling silently about who knows what but someone had to help you get home as well.

“Sorry to drop [Name] on you like this, Eren! We got carried away!” It was one of your closest cousins who greeted him, holding a groggy you by the shoulders sheepishly.

“It's alright, we'll be fine.” He smiled politely, taking hold of you without making you uncomfortable or suddenly letting you slump on the floor.

“Okay, cool. See ya!” Your cousin waved before leaving, obviously a little tipsy, too.

“Bye.” He then locked the door, fully dragging you inside effortlessly because you refused to move on your own.

“Hi.” You greeted and Eren felt a sense of deja vu.

“Hi, how was the gathering?” He inquired, trying to help you stand straight.

“It was a great party! Got thrashed!” You proudly answered, and you know you'll regret those words once you wake up with a killer hangover.

“Party?” He tilted his head, few strands of hair escaping out of his hair tie.

“Yeah! I didn't know it was a surprise party for my oldest cousin, super wild lol.” He snorted at your verbal use of 'lol' knowing it was because of the alcohol.

“Seems like you enjoyed yourself.” He teased, flicking your nose.

“I did! Did you enjoy yourself today?” You asked, hugging him and he hugs you back on instinct.

“Nah, not as much as I would've if I was with you. Was planning to ask you out today, too, I even got nervous you'll reject me, ya know?” Eren stated it like it was a joke but that was what he exactly felt the whole day.

He was going to take you to dinner and ask you when you two come home but his plans got scrapped when the family gathering you both thought wouldn't be long turned out to be a full-blown party.

“Eh? Really?”

“Yes, really.” He casually replied, thinking you'll forget it tomorrow either way.

“Dummy, of course, I'll say ‘yes’ to you. You dummyyy, I always did.” You insulted, sticking your tongue out to him childishly. “You're sooo not romantic.”

Oh.

OH.

Eren may remember vaguely confessing to you every time but he's clueless on everything else. He knows you take care of him whenever he comes home tipsy from a party that you didn't attend, how else would he wake comfortably and clean all the time? Minus that one time he decided to be bratty and sleep on the kitchen floor, of course. But other than that, Eren wasn't aware of how you actually responded to his drunk antics specifically.

“Then, can I... take you out?” He shoots his shot lamely.

“Because I'm trash?!” You gasped, banging a fist on his chest in mock offence.

“No! I mean, can I take you on a date?” He clarified, nearly facepalming but he didn't want to remove an arm around you.

“'M kidding, I kid.~” You giggled and Eren almost melted because Holy fuck, you're so cute, he thought. “Just messin’ with ya.”

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. You owe me a date... Dates! Many dates.” You poked his chest, scrunching your nose thoughtfully and Eren couldn't help but grin. “One for each you asked meee. Five— no! Seven, I think... I thinkkk, I don't know.”

“Okay.” Eren replied simply.

“Okay.” You mimicked, burying yourself further in his embrace.

“I'll take you to your room now, alright? You look tired.” He declared, lifting you properly off the ground.

“Mhmm, okay.” You snaked your arms around his neck tighter at the sudden action.

“Don't worry, I won't do anything with your precious room.” He assured jokingly but he means it.

“S'fine, I trust you.” You told him happily, looking at him with soft eyes and swinging your legs back and forth as he carried you upstairs.

Eren was taken aback. It made him slightly pause in his steps but he tried his best to not drop you in shock as he stared back at your gaze. He didn't think such simple words would strike him so much. Never had someone ever looked at him with an easygoing yet meaningfully honest expression and told him “I trust you”.

He continued his way onto your room, skillfully opening your door without dropping you. He puts you on the bed, turns your air conditioner on, and pulls the blanket over you. He sits on the side of your bed and switches your nightlight on, illuminating your features perfectly. It's a face Eren would love to fall asleep and wake up to every day.

“I'll see you tomorrow?” You asked sweetly, pulling your blanket higher.

Eren fondly smiled and nodded, “And for every tomorrow after that.”

This time, it was Eren who kisses your forehead, holding the sides of your head gently and he wonders if you felt the feeling on his stomach when you do the same to him. Not the fluttering of butterflies, no; it was far more than that because despite being at the apartment all day, he only truly felt home when he saw you walked through that door and wrapped your arms around him.

And before he closes the door to your room, he looks back at you one more time and mentally scolds himself. Petty confessions or meaningful declarations, he's stupid to doubt whatever you feel for him when every action you do already says it all.

Eren clutches the tiny box in his pocket. He'll do it tomorrow. This time, he's sure he will be able to.

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bubblyhoney · 3 years ago

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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

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railroad-migraine · 3 years ago

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Hello! Your critical role hc's are so cute, Mollymauk's especially. If I may, can I request how the M9 (Molly in particular, if you only want to do one) would react to having an S/O who is completely non-verbal, thus uses telepathy to talk exclusively-- perhaps how they help the S/O feel more comfortable with their unique way of speaking and maybe how they defend or stand up for their S/O? Thank you!

I've been getting so much love about my recent Mollymauk headcanons, so thank you! This is such a cool request because I read a book years ago with a character who spoke telepathically, so I love this prompt - bit of deja vu! I'll do some of the Nein now, and I'll do a sequel if requested x

Requests are open!

~ Poet

Beau

She will admit it to you, you scared the shit out of her the first time she heard your voice in her head. She whipped around, bo staff raised and swinging aimlessly, while you stood there amused. Your way of communication does grow on her though, and she thinks it gives the group an advantage during quests with shady characters and discretion (especially when the not so stealthy party members need some urgent commands).

Secretly loves the quiet night watches with you where she mutters and you silently talk back. It's in these moments she doesn't deflect any sweet or tender words from you, because no one can tell what this one sided conversation is about. It's private, and she likes that.

Without a doubt would fight anyone who gives you an unwanted comment. About anything. You've had to tear her away from even the innocently curious folk you come across who are genuinely interested in your telepathy - Beau mistakes it for rudeness.

Caleb

Just the fact that you use telepathy constantly has him in awe of you. Finds it so comforting when he hears your voice in his head, because it's like you're a part of him, an extension of his own thoughts and mind.

He appreciates having someone like you by his side. He asks if there's a way he can learn more about your ability in private. If it's something that takes years to master or a skill you found natural to you, he may just ask for any updates you have on your telepathy - and he sometimes likes to Send short and loving messages to you on your travels just to make you flustered.

If a stranger is giving you a hard time about your power, he gives them the coldest look he can muster, eyes stormy and alight. He stands tall, keeping you close and within reach, often tangling his fingers with yours and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Jester

Constantly gets headaches from straining herself trying to "-think back at you," as she puts it. Laughing quietly, you reveal that's not how your magic works, and it's your own unique quirk and there isn't an automatic reply button. It doesn't stop her from trying though. She squints her eyes and scrunches up her nose as she stares at you from across the table at dinner, hoping you'll receive her psychic messages without casting Sending.

Outright asks what's wrong with the person who gives a snide remark about the way you communicate, and makes them feel under pressure with an intense look in her eye. She always gives you a toothy grin afterwards and tells you people are just jealous of what great things you're capable of.

When she sees a particularly snooty looking individual while visiting Nicodranas, she pleads with you to give them a strange or cryptic message in their mind, just to see their reaction. Whether you do or do not is completely up to you, but should you humour her even once, you're in for a very giddy blue tiefling.

Mollymauk

It's an unusual trait, but it's definitely not the weirdest that he's come across. That's what he tells you, and Molly makes it clear that while you're weird, you're quite wonderful - he finishes this with a proud kiss to your forehead, cherishing that brilliant mind of yours.

Has asked if you ever mouth the words that you think, giving the illusion of you talking. You admit that you never really had the need and therefore practice, your lips not quite matching your telepathic voice when you give it a try. He tries his best to guide you through some basic phrases - such as you introducing yourself - to be perfect. The muscle memory of your mouth soon catches on and you can mimic verbal communication without any problems.

Has no intention at all to change how you speak (using telepathy) overall, I promise you that's not his aim. Molly just knows that some people out there aren't as open minded as himself or the Nein, and wants to best prepare you for them. Has no problem talking people out of harassing you (might even throw in a bit of Infernal hissing for a little flair), or not so subtly reaching for the hilt of his sword.

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in-the-name-of-styles · 4 years ago

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Need You.

Author’s Note: Hello! After answering tons and tons of asks, and explaining how Tumblr had deleted the second part “Please Stay” to my one shot named “Only If” for god knows what reasons. I had to do this for you guys. I stopped writing years ago, and but kept my masterlist open for you to come and read my writings whenever you wish to. Trust me, this was so effing difficult for me to do! but I’m kind of proud that I removed the time and managed it. but let me inform you it’s not the same, because I do not remember what happened in the original one clearly. I hope this is a better and hopefully more well-written (amongst my other writings *cringe*) version of the old one.

It’s not proof read. I haven't edited it, so I’m sorry in advance for the typos.

So, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I present to you (apology for it being light years late) the part two to your favourite little creation of mine “Only If”, with a new identity... please welcome “Need You”!

Do let me know how it makes you feel in the ask box or comment section. I love reading them. Happy Reading!

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: tons of angst with tons of fluff, sensitive harry???? (or do you guys call it sub!harry nowadays??) anyways it’s a cute!harry :P !

It’s been four hours, and you still weren’t back. Though it wasn’t new for you to go for a drive after an argument with him, you often came back within an hour or two. The blizzard outside was making Harry quite anxious. Even though the fight was extreme, he wanted you back safe and sound. He now realised how harsh he was on you. You didn’t intentionally leak the song. It was a mistake and it could happen to anyone, himself included. He felt guilty over the way he yelled at you; it wasn’t like him to react like that.

Suddenly, Harry felt the need to do something special for you. Though he planned on apologising to you verbally, he wanted his actions to prove it too. He made his way to the kitchen to cook you your favourite meal. He got a hold of his phone and switched on the playlist which include all the songs both of you enjoyed. the sound of the vessels clucking against each other minimised over the song playing on through the speakers.

A smile lit up on his face as he reminisced back to the moment when you were dancing to this song while making the two of you breakfast.

FLASHBACK

Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs, his dimpled smile already making its appearance when he heard your voice blasting through the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know why you bothered turning the song on so loud, you were anyways going to be louder. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, a silent laugh escaped him as he leaned against the door frame and took in the scene going on in front of him.

“You say you want a good time! Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby” you belted out loud, cheeks turning red with the happiness radiating out of you. You’d decided that the whisk was your microphone of choice with batter stuck to it and everything. You’re moving those luscious hips which drive him crazy right to the rhythm of the song.

“Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me talk to me, tell me what's on your mind!” you missed a note but you don’t care. This scene right in front of him, he wished he could capture and watch it forever. Bruno Mars did bring a wild side out of you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of the multi-talented singer. He would give anything to see you like this. Knowing you’re the shy type who doesn’t enjoy too much of attention, getting to watch you like this was definitely a sight.

He walked right up to you and wrapped his arms around you slowly. You jumped in a scare, as you were lost in your own world. “Harry! You scared me.” You complained, trying to ignore the blush on you cheeks after you realised he must’ve been watching you from a far.

He nuzzled into your neck and sighed, while pressing a kiss there, “Hmm… I’m sorry, m’love. But you just looked so beautiful I didn’t want to stop you.” He murmured while pressing more kisses to your neck, then trailing them up to your jawline. “Y’ look utterly ravishing right now. Forget pancakes, instead I’ll have you for breakfast.” He smiled and went on to kiss your cheeks. His comments made you smile. He saw his chance and lightly bite the side of your cheek. You squealed and tried to push him away.

“H, stop!” you laughed. He tightened his arms around you and swayed to the beat of the song then went on to sing next lyric “Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby what you tryna do!” he slightly lifted up your t-shirt and moved one of his hands under it, and muttered, “huh? What are you trying to do to me, baby?” and pressed yet another kiss to your cheek.

“Gosh, your hands are extremely cold!” you gasped. He then turned you around to face him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him. The two of you smiled quietly towards each other, then he leaned down to kiss you properly. You shifted one of your hands into his the nape of his neck and the other went on to cup his cheek. He moved one of his around your shoulder and the other around your waist. Both of you sighed and bathed in each other’s presence.

“G’morning, froggy” you teased as pulled away first and smiled up at him. He frowned and tutted, then smacked your ass lightly. You always teased him for his morning face, said it looked like a cute frog. He rubbed the area he spanked and quickly pecked you once again before pulling away to look at you.

Brushing away the hair stuck to your face, “Morning, precious. How’re you feeling?” he asked, hugging you towards his chest. Let’s just say the rest of the day went on just like this. Him being needy for your attention, and you loving on him without any hold backs.

END OF FLASHBACK

Right as he was getting ready to plate the dish, the doorbell rang. He smiled, happy to finally have you home. He quickly washed his hands and walked up to the door as he rubbed his hand dry with the towel which was once on his shoulder. He buzzed you in thinking you’ll unlock the main door with the security code. But after two minutes of waiting and not seeing you walk through the door, he turned on the camera above his buzzer to see what was wrong.

He frowned when he saw two police officers standing outside his door. His heart suddenly started racing at rapid speed. He rushed towards the door and unlocked them. Coming face to face with the two sombre looking men, he tentatively asked, “G’ evening, officers. How may I help you?”

The two men exchanged looks and the tall one replied, “Sir, there has been an accident and we found an ID on the victim. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N residence? we’re here to inform you about the unfortunate event.”

“I-I don’t understand? What happened?” he stuttered, his legs almost felt as if they were about to give up.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much information for you. May we ask what’s your relation to the victim?” the other officer asked, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Fiancé.” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his panic attack rising. “I’m her fian-” he shook his head, “Just tell me where she is please…” he pleaded and quickly put on his shoes. He took his car keys and raced up to his rover.

“She’s over at St. Thomas, Mr. Styles.” The officers had clearly recognised the distressed man. “Here’s her ID. We hope everything is well.”

Harry couldn’t bring himself to thank them as he started his car and backed out of the parking spot. He raced up to the hospital, and once he reached, he ran up to the reception.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N? S-She just c-came in? I’m her f-fiancé?” He gasped out your name. The lady was busy tending to others to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Please ma’am just tell me where she is!” he was on the verge of weeping in front of her.

The old lady looked at him with a bit of annoyance, “Take a breath, young man. I’m trying my best here!” She walked up to him. “Now tell me, what was her name again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” He rushed. He couldn’t stand straight. Once he got what he wanted, he ran towards the elevator, up to the fifth floor. The corridor was busy and he couldn’t care less about pushing people aside. He just wanted to get to you as soon as he could. He found your door and barged in, not caring about the doctors around your bed.

“Y/N!” He rushed to your side, dropping beside your bed.

“Sir you can’t be her-” the male nurse tried to pull him back.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, precious!” He cried, trying to get the man off of him and get back to you. “I’m here now, okay? I’m not going anywhere- GET OFF ME. SHE NEEDS ME!” he yelled pushing the guy away.

“Hey man you’re no good to her at the moment yeah? Let the doctors do their job!” the nurse tried to make him understand while pulling him back yet again. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach to you. He sobbed over your state, blood was streaming down your forehead, and all he wanted to do was protect you and wrap his arms around you.

“No I need to be here! Please let me!” he cried. All of sudden a beep brought his cries to a halt. He looked around frantically wanting to know what had happened. “W-What’s wrong?!” he hiccupped.

The doctor and the nurses around him started rushing around the room. He then heard those words which made his heart stop, “She has flat-lined! Someone pass me the defibrillator!” the doctor raised his voice.

Harry couldn’t believe this was happening. The nurse had enough of the unwilling man and pushed him out the door, “Sir we cannot help her if you’re being difficult. Please calm down and go to the waiting room. We will inform you about her doing as soon as we can.” and then shut the door to his face. Harry could no longer see you. The group of doctors, covered your body.

He slid down the wall next to your door and sobbed into his hands. Only if he would’ve stopped you from leaving. Only if he would’ve told you that he forgives you and that he loved you more than anything. Only if he would’ve let the argument die and kiss you instead. Only if…

Later, the upset man walked himself to the toilet. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t care about his red swollen eyes, his sweaty forehead and matted hair. The image of you lying on that bed yet again brought tears to his eyes. The thought of you not making it made him retch and he rushed into one of the restrooms. He dry-heaved and cried. Once he was able to breathe, he took out his phone.

Sniffling as he dialled the only number he could think of, The voice on the other side made him breakdown. “Mum I-” he couldn’t complete his sentence, as he tried to wipe his eyes.

“Harry? Darling what’s wrong?!” she asked shocked at her son’s rapid breathing.

“Y/N s-she is- Mum I can’t lose her. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her leave. What if she doesn’t make it?” He wept while running his sticky fingers through his hair.

“Love, what-” she tried to ask him, but he cut her off.

“What if she…What if she dies, mum?” he cried and coughed.

His mother had figured out by now that you were not okay, and might be admitted in the hospital. She tried to calm her son through the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near him and by the time she would reach it might not be enough. So she did the only thing she could once Harry hung up the phone, she rang up his friends.

Harry sat himself down on one of the wating room chairs. No one was telling him anything, he had no idea how you were doing or if you were okay. He was out of tears, and soon enough the exhaustion took over him. He didn’t even realise when he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand brush the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw his two friends crouching in front of him.

“Hey buddy…” Louis smiled softly. Harry jolted back up, and got up to run towards your room. But before he could stand up straight Mitch stopped him. “H, they just came in here to inform us about her condition.”

“How’s she? Is she okay? Is she awake? She needs me, I need to be beside her.” He rushed. His two close friends, tried to calm him down.

“They said she’s stable now, mate. But we aren’t allowed to meet her yet, okay?” Louis stated.

Harry took deep breaths and looking at their extremely destressed friend, Louis pulled him into a hug. Getting the comfort he desperately needed, Harry started sobbing again. He was tired of crying but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Everything is going to be okay, Harry. She’s our little tigress, she’s going to pull through, yeah?” Mitch ran a hand drown his friend’s shoulder. Harry nodded lightly and tried to slow down his heart.

48 Hours Later

It’s been two days, yesterday Harry was allowed to visit you since they moved you out of the ICU. Thankfully, your internal recovery was rapid, and you could wake up anytime. He was getting a bit impatient. He wanted to see you open those shiny eyes and look at him the way you always did, with so much love that made him giddy and flustered. These past two days he’s been talking to you, continuously apologising for his behaviour, and how he’s going to make up for everything that went wrong. You just had to come back to him.

“and then Louis got frustrated because Mitch was not answering him. But that’s Mitch for you, right?” he slightly smiled and ran the hand which wasn’t holding you hand, through your hair. “You’re going to hate your hair, once you wake up. You always like them a certain way, don’t you? But don’t you worry, I’ll help you wash your hair as soon as you wake up and come back home.” He stated and kissed your hand. He was silent for a while, just continued to run his hand through your hair.

“You’re going to come back to me, right precious?” he asked quietly, “Why aren’t you waking up, huh? Your froggy needs you to open your eyes....” he continued, as he forced a laugh out of his throat which had a huge lump in it. His eyes turned misty as he continued, “I hate it here. Seeing you like this is a nightmare. I miss you so much. I miss you calling me annoying little names. I miss you smacking me when I’m being a narcissistic little prick. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you, and even though it’s just been two day, I feel like it’s been forever. Wake up, baby. Please…” he pleaded.

As the day turned into night, Harry decided to stay back. He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow for his makeshift bed on the couch. He didn’t know why he bothered because he spent the entire night sitting beside you, holding your hand as he fell asleep leaning against it.

You could listen before you could see. The only thing you could hear was the air conditioner and someone lightly snoring against your right hand. You tried to move your fingers as you opened your eyes. The bright light made you squint, you blinked rapidly as your vision cleared. You turned to your right and saw Harry’s peaceful face sleeping against your hand. You felt the need to clear your throat, and your eyes searched the room for a glass of water. But the sound made Harry wake up from his sleep. He lifted his face and wiped the little drool from his face and the little amount on your hand.

“whoops, you’d kill me now if you were awak-” he turned to look at your face, and he had to double take. He gasped, almost falling off this chair. “Y/N…Oh my- you’re awake!” he nearly yelled. He pressed the button to call the nurse and then cupped your face going on to press kisses to your face, “Baby I was so scared. I thought I had lost you!” He laughed his airy laugh and looked at you with utter happiness.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. The words he said to you were the only thing swimming through your mind. For you time had stood still, like the fight had happened mere hours ago. You moved your face away from his hands. Harry frowned noticing this change in your mood.

“Hey what’s wrong? The doctor is on her way, yeah. Do y’need anything?” he asked frantically following your eyes round the room. He saw you eye the plastic cup beside your bed, “Y’ want water? Hold on I’ll get it for you.” He ran to the other side and brought the cup up to your face. You didn’t realise how thirsty you were until the first sip hit your throat, you started gulping it down quickly.

“Take it easy, precious. They took out the tube just yesterday.” He explained softly.

Once your thirst was quenched he kept the cup aside then went on to pull his sleeve over his knuckles and wiped the wet corners of your mouth. You moved your face aside yet again, he couldn’t understand what was wrong. But before he could ask you, the doctor came in to check on you. She did her tests and asked a few questions. She left as soon as she was done, and told you even though the injury looked worse than it actually is, you had take it easy for a couple of days.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked quietly. You nodded, “I’m okay.” He came up to you and raised his hand to caress your cheek. But before he could touch you, your head turned to the opposite side. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he asked you.

“Will you please look at me? What’s happened, precious?” as he caressed your hair.

“Why should I look at you, Harry? So you can tell me how careless I am, or how I’m not trustworthy?” you rasped quietly. For a minute he was unable understand what you were trying to say. Then flashbacks from your fight the other night came back rushing to him. The things he said to you, and how guilty he felt later. His words had left a huge impact than he thought they did.

He took your face in his hand with very much to little force, he had to tell you this, “Y/N y’have absolutely no idea for how sorry I am for that night-” but you didn’t let him complete.

“That’s only because I got into this accident.” You snapped. He shook his head rapidly, he saw you getting worked up over this. You’ve always been a little firecracker, and you never failed to tell him when he was being a dick or to defend yourself quite amazingly, he always loved that quality. Apropos, he couldn’t let you hurt yourself in this condition.

“First of all, please calm down-” he started, “don’t tell me to calm down, harry!” you raged. He hated himself for smiling when you’re clearly very upset. But for the past few days he had to witness you lie there lifeless which had taken a toll on his mental state. He loved the fact that you were awake, so you yelling at him was more of a reward than a punishment. You looked at him sharply and saw him not taking you seriously, this brought tears to your eyes.

You sniffled and looked away from him to rest your head against the pillows on the raised up side of your bed roughly. Harry’s small smile melted away as quickly as it appeared. He rubbed the side you almost banged to the pillow, “I’m so sorry, precious. I swear I did not mean anything I said.” He pleaded and took a seat down on the chair beside you.

Right then the nurse which pushed him out of the room the other day and now was much like a friend to him entered the room with a tray which had a bowl of soup and jello in it. Harry smiled at him gratefully and took the tray from him as the guy set up the table on your bed.

“How’re you feeling, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked once he was ready to leave. You gave him a small smile and said you were feeling better. The moment he left Harry looked back at you with a longing look on his face, when you refused to look at him he sighed and set the tray down on the small table and took a seat in front you on the bed. He looked at you as he removed the metal spoon from its cover, and then went on to remove the cover set on top of the soup. He blew light air on the spoonful of soup, then brought it up to your mouth. You refused to touch it. He sighed and looked at you pleadingly, “Y’ know someone told me we shouldn’t remove our anger on food.” He stated, turning your words against you.

You glared at him in anger for minute as he looked at you with a loving smile. “Please?” He moved it closer to your mouth, “You’ve got to eat it, I’m not budging unless you do, Y/N.”

Even though you wanted to stay stubborn, you were kind of hungry. So you let him feed you the soup. When he got to the jello, you refused profoundly. “But it’s the chocolate flavoured one! Remember the time we used to share one when I was here for my fractured foot? C’mon we’ll share this one too, if y’want?” he tried convincing you with his soft eyes.

“I don’t want to share it with you. Actually, I don’t want anything to do with you at the moment to be completely honest.” you snapped. You were aware of the fact that you were being very unreasonable and bitchy but it was his words that has caused extreme hurt to you. Your words hurt Harry, and it was evident on his face. He wrapped up the jello and cleared everything. The day passed, and in the evening your last visitor entered the room.

“There she is!” Louis came up to you and hugged you lightly, making sure not to hurt you. “Hello, darling. How’re you?” he kissed your forehead. Harry left you alone with him as he went to get the two of them some coffee.

“What’s happened to him? Why the long face still? I mean I get that Harry loves to pretend that he’s this macho man and all. S’ a bit ridiculous to be honest. Like who’s he kidding, he’s a puppy.” Louis laughed. You smiled at this.

“I’m still a bit upset with him over our fight. So I haven’t been talking to him.” You explained. Louis frowned at this and then sighed, “Oh love don’t do that... This has been very tough for him. Should’ve seen his state these past few days. The man has been a mess ever since the officers came to your house that night.”

“I’m trying, Lou. But I just can’t forget all the things he said. I was so hurt, I still am!” you rubbed your forehead, as it was beginning to give you an ache.

“He’s very sorry, Y/N. Trust me when I say that I’ve never seen him like I saw him that day. He just wanted you to wake up. He was just blaming himself, how he shouldn’t have let you leave the house.” He took a hold of your hand, “he loves you so much, darling. He’s absolutely mad over you.” He rubbed your hand, “A’bit obsessed if you ask me. If I were you I’d have him get that checked with a therapist.” He joked, you laughed loudly. He smiled with you, and passed you the water you signalled for.

“Forgive him, Y/N. He can’t even bring himself to go home. The only time he went there was to get some clothes, and to put the dinner he made for you in the rubbish bin.” He sassed. “and I know I’m speaking for Mitch too here when I say this, but both him and I could use a break from all the non-stop stress weeping calls we’ve been getting from him.” You gasped at him with a mock offence for Harry, and lightly smacked his shoulder. You were always thankful for Louis in moments like these. He was a great friend to you and Harry.

Harry came back with two coffees and passed one to his blue-eyed friend. He took a seat on the sofa which was against the wall, and the three of you, though it was mostly you and Louis, had a light conversation while the men finished up their coffee. Louis bid his farewell with another kiss on your forehead and a well wish, you thanked him and waved goodbye. Harry walked him out the door, and came back in a second later.

“Y’ need anything?” He asked as he took a seat on the chair beside you. You shook your head as you observed him fidgeting with the cuticles of his nails. He did that when he was anxious.

Neither of you spoke for a while. But the minute you heard a sniffle, you snapped your head towards him. You tried to get a look at his face, the tip of his nose was a bit red and he was now fidgeting with his feet too. He wasn’t crying but he sure was on the verge of it.

You suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. You leaned against your bed and sighed, smiling a little. It’s pathetic how in love you were with each other. You couldn’t even stay mad at him.

“Harry?” You whispered softly. He hummed without looking up. So you continued, “I need you to do something” you faked a stern voice to play with him a bit more.

“Yeah sure, what’s it?” he muttered as he got up and rubbed his hands down his thighs, then finally looked at you. You looked at him without an expression and said, “I need you to come here and give me a good cuddle, a kiss too if I like the cuddle.” And then smiled at him lovingly. He looked at you for a second. You almost thought he was going to yell at you, but the opposite happened. He started tearing up and heavy tear drops ran down his cheeks.

You gasped and quickly leaned forward to take a hold of his hand which was near you. “Oh Harry..” You whispered as you pulled him near you. He the minute you sat him in front of you, he started crying heavily. You were so shocked yet you’ve never been more mesmerised by him. You quickly tried wiping his tears away and comforted him, “Honey, don’t cry. I’m not upset anymore!”

“I-I’m honestly s-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean what I said that day, Y/N!” he tried to speak while wiping his tears.

“I know, babe. I know!” you tried to say it properly but it came out in a laughing manner and tried to draw the crying man close to you, but seeing you laugh made him more upset and he pushed you away lightly, so you forcefully pulled him into a cuddle.

He told himself he’s letting himself be pulled because he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was actually because he wanted you close, so he went in head first. You lay down against the pillows and cuddle him against your chest. He went on sniffling into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Harry why are you crying!” you tried controlling your laughter. He whined and pulled his face away, “Y’were so fucking mean since the moment you woke up. I didn’t expect it.” He said and hiccupped, thanks to the sobbing breakdown he just had. You pulled on your lips so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well now you know, honey. It hurts, doesn’t it? You were so mean to me too!” You teased. He nuzzled back into your neck, pressing kisses there which always made you giggle.

“I’m really sorry, precious. Honestly, I really am.” He said into your neck, yet producing another hiccup. You couldn’t control yourself anymore so you smiled and pressed a quite a few smooches to his temple, and inhaled his comforting scent.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry for my foolish mistake too, I really didn’t mean to ruin your hard work like that.” You apologised. He pulled away and brought the hand that was around your waist to your cheek and said, “I forgave you a long time ago, but you honestly don’t have to apologise at all. It could happen to anyone, m’love. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Y’know I made dinner and everything as an apology. But then the officers…” his tone dropped and he couldn’t continue. So, you sadly smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He sighed and reciprocated the kiss with so much love and passion that you couldn’t help but wrap the arm which around his shoulder a bit more tighter and ran the other through the back of his head gently. The two of you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, he moved the hair that escaped from your braid and tucked it behind your ear, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He whispered softly, and swallowed the small lump, “I missed you a lot, baby” he said and you couldn’t help but peck his cute pout.

“I missed you too, froggy” you replied. The pet name made him reward you with a dimpled smile. He nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“and I love you.” You kissed his forehead.

“Just for your information, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a really long time.” He stated sternly.

You laughed but stopped when you saw he wasn’t joking, “You know I have to work, right?”

“Y’can easily take a break for a month or two.” He said, as he yawned and cuddle closer to you. “A MONTH OR TWO?! Have you gone mad?” you gasped, lightly pulling on his hair.

“No I haven’t. Try to get rid of me, baby. I dare you.” He laughed a scheming laugh. You knew he wasn’t joking. He tended to become quite paranoid and obsessive over you when situations like these occur. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“We’ll see, mister.” You said, and caressed the back of his head.

“oh we will, missus.”

The End.

Author’s Note: I really put in a lot of efforts on this one, so you guys kind of owe me *wink* y'all gotta humour my praise kink now!!! ;P

Love you guys!

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ch. lxiv - cowards

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

After sending the last text, Mingi and Jongho didn't waste time and immediately rush to (Y/N)'s room. When they arrived, the door was ajar with Seonghwa standing inside. He was staring blankly around, seemingly confused.

"Hyung, have you been here?" Jongho asked, breaking Seonghwa's trance.

"Y-yeah, I did- she left? Just like that ??" Seonghwa asked, still not believing anything that just happened.

Maybe it was Seonghwa's guilt. The fact that his last interaction with you was him accusing you of being a whore didn't sit right with him. There was a lump in his throat and a heavy feeling on his chest. It felt like he was suffocating.

The three of them stood silently, not knowing what to answer.

As they stood silently, the other boys walked in one by one. Wooyoung walked in first with San in tow, they both immediately took note of the silence and just stared at each other with guilt.

One by one everyone else filled the room, staring blankly at the emptiness and letting sorrow and regret fill them.

"S-so that's it? She left us yet AGAIN after having just came back last night?" Hongjoong asked in disbelief. There was no malice in his tone, there were no ill intentions. He was shocked, surprised at the sudden tension.

Mingi turned to look at the eldest with much disdain, "After what happened to her last night, could you really give her blame?"

inking that Hongjoong felt wronged, as he thought his assumption was justified. To be singled out as such was a little bit too much. "Are you trying to be a hero here?" he asked the taller guy. Mingi scoffed at him, "Hero? You think I have some sort of a complex?" "I don't know, do you? I don't think it's a hero complex, but there must be some sort of a messed up complex in you. Because you've been all over the place and overreacting, acting like a mess when you can't find (Y/N) and yet not saying anything when she was here, letting Yeosang ran his mouth at her, driving her off,"

At the mention of his name, Yeosang spoke up from the corner of the room. "I drove her off? Are you fucking serious?" to which San, who was by his side scoffed, "Weren't you the one who verbally attacked her last night? Calling her out on leaving without any explanation was one thing, but to call her a wandering tramp?" "Okay, I was looking out for all of us. YOU especially, San! You don't know how much it affected me seeing you all broken down and you even fell into depression! As your friend, I was fucking worried!" Yeosang defended himself.

Wooyoung chimed in, scoffing at his long-time friend, "Looking out for us? From what? From who? The woman we love? If you wanna go off on her, that's one hundred percent your choice, but don't use us as your excuse. That's just pathetic, man," he told Yeosang whilst glaring at him.

Seonghwa got in between the two, preventing them both from going at it even further. "Okay, enough with you two, you both can't be fighting during this time. Yeosang might've said some... unnecessary things to (Y/N) last night, but things aren't completely his fault," he reasoned.

Surprisingly, Yunho chimed in, smirking at the older man, "You got that right," he muttered. Yunho's voice was intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear, but still low enough for it to seem snarky.

At his chime, Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows at Yunho, "what's that supposed to mean?" Yunho stepped to Seonghwa while tilting his head as if challenging him, "Don't play dumb, hyung, I heard you last night. Here, you mentioned Yeosang calling (Y/N) names when you basically called her the same thing,"

Whilst the others were left confused, Seonghwa visibly froze. His demeanour changed to a nervous one.

"Yunho, what the fuck are you talking about?" Hongjoong asked.

Yunho looked to the side at Hongjoong casually, "I walked by when I was about to get water last night when I heard yelling from inside her room. Whatever they were talking about, I heard Seonghwa hyung yelling something about (Y/N) staying with guys other than her cousin. The implication was bad, I even heard (Y/N) crying,"

All eyes suddenly shifted to Seonghwa. "Hyung, you made her cry?" San asked, not able to completely believe that Seonghwa was capable of doing that to (Y/N).

Tension rose in the room and suddenly everyone was arguing with each other. All but Jongho who stayed by the sideline, watching the whole thing unfold between his older friends with disappointment in his eyes.

"What happened?" you asked him, appearing by his side out of nowhere.

Jongho sighed before crossing his arms, "They're blaming each other because you left again," he muttered. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows, "But, I haven't left yet?"

At that, Jongho finally looked at you properly. His eyes widened as wide as they could go, "Oh, hey! You're still here!" He exclaimed loudly, capturing the attention of everyone who was bickering inside.

You stared at them weirdly, "Yeah? Why is that so surprising?"

Mingi stepped out towards you slowly, his hands reached out to grab yours in his softly, "W-we thought you had really left again," he told you, his voice broke from how glad he was.

But that relieved feeling was soon crushed when he heard your answer.

"Well, now I am. I was making sure of something and waiting for Haknyeon to come to pick me up. Since he's here now, I'm... Gonna go," you smiled at them gently. Despite that, there were clear indications that the smile you wore was one of a broken heart.

Seonghwa couldn't help but let his words slip without thinking properly, "You're going back with him and his friends?" to which Yunho immediately nudged him hard on his stomach.

You turn to look at Seonghwa directly. You shook your head at him before answering, "No, I'm not going back to his apartment. Wouldn't be right for me and wouldn't be fair to him. He's just escorting me to my old dorm where I will be staying," you told him. Seonghwa immediately gulped after hearing your answer. He felt bad for jumping to that conclusion, especially after you told him where you were going.

At this point, San had tears brimming in his eyes, blurring his vision, "Wh-why are you going again, (Y/N)? You just got back," he asked as he walked closer to you.

Seeing his tears, you couldn't help but get emotional as well. you let one hand off of Mingi's grasp to cup San's cheek, rubbing it gently with your thumb, "I just have to, Sannie, I'm sorry. I... Just came back up here to tell Mingi and Jongho directly that I'm gonna go now,"

Wooyoung pushed people away to charge directly at you, "Only Mingi and Jongho? That's it? The rest of us didn't even deserve your goodbyes?" there was no resentment in his voice, you noticed. His eyes, however, showed much sorrow.

You sighed and shrugged at him, "With how things went last night, I don't even know if you all wanted to see me again, that's why I tried making my escape as quickly and silently as possible,"

Hongjoong suddenly spoke up, "See, I don't think you wanna leave at all, because if you do, you wouldn't tell us at all and just leave,"

The way he said it set something off in you. Your previous calm demeanour switched within mere milliseconds as you answered Hongjoong bitterly, "of course I don't wanna leave. You think this is easy on me?"

Without realizing it, you slipped your hands off of Mingi's grasp and San's cheek. The others who were in the way moved to the side to let you face Hongjoong directly, slightly afraid of you, "You really think that I came back here just to leave the next day? If so, then not only that you're dead wrong, but you're also an asshole. Every single one of you is acting like I've only been playing around with you all, going back and forth as I please because I don't know what I want. You don't even know why I left. Maybe most of it was because I didn't tell you guys, but part of it was because neither of you even gave me the chance to even explain last night. All of you just turned your backs on me and walked away," you laughed bitterly.

Your words struck them deep. Because they were all true. You might have been the one who started the fight, but they were the ones who delivered the final blow. Not to mention they're male adults who should've been able to communicate and made better decisions. Lastly, there were eight of them and one of you, how was that fair?

The silence and the expression on their faces said a lot, you realized if you were to tell them everything, that was your chance.

So you took a deep breath and spilt everything to them.

You told them about the threat Sunhee gave you, the proof they had, and how they planned on ruining their futures. You told them about how you felt like you didn't have any choice and how you didn't want to make things worse so you just listen to them until you were able to think of something, you wanted to protect them. You also told them how paranoid they made you and how you almost went crazy from worrying over them whilst having to be worried over what those crazy bitches might do.

When you finished talking, you realized that the boys had had tears streaming down their faces. You could see their resolves wilting away and being replaced by regret and shame.

Without even saying anything, Wooyoung pulled you into his arms tightly. He cried, saying how sorry he was for how he acted last night and how he should've trusted you more. Yunho and San wrapped their arms around you too, despite the tears streaming down, they managed to utter how sorry they were for not doing anything. Soon, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho attached themselves to the growing group hug as well, wordlessly showing their remorse. Despite their lack of words, you understood them just fine.

At that moment, you felt safe, you felt relieved that you were finally able to tell them everything. Things finally seem like they will go back to normal.

Maybe except for one thing.

You lifted your face from where it was nestled in the crook of Wooyoung's neck to meet eyes with the one person who was still rooted in his position.

Yeosang immediately looked away, an attempt you assume was to cover up his own tears.

Though heartbroken that he seemed to still resent you, you took the current win and let yourself bask in the warmth the guys were giving you.

You promised yourself then and there that you wouldn't act so carelessly anymore.

At least not without letting them know.

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