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musings-ofthe-unamused · 1 year ago

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The Rules of Simon Riley (COD)

Pairing: Ghost x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Panic attacks, some violence

A/N: Ok wow, y'all ate up the HCs. Good to know.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was a difficult man to deal with. Everyone knew this, and you weren't a stranger to it either. There were a set of unspoken rules to dealing with Ghost. But rules were meant to be broken, whether it was intentional or not. Besides, you were human. You made mistakes. And Ghost made you nervous. So obviously you had broken maybe one or two… or all of the rules.

Rule #1: Don't ask about the mask.

This rule was probably broken the most and without harm. It wasn't like you see a burly, beefy, mountain of a man walking around with a skull mask everyday. All day. At first you were too scared to say anything. You were a new recruit to Task Force 141 and you sure as hell didn't want to be here with all these bloodthirsty veterans.

Eventually, you had settled in. Gotten used to the antics, training, and eventual missions you were sent on. But you hadn't gotten used to Ghost. You sat in the mess hall, picking absentmindedly at your food as Ghost and Soap had a conversation. Ghost's tray sat untouched in front of him while Soap shoveled in heaping forkfuls into his mouth. You watched Ghost as he scoffed, his brown eyes piercing into Soap's blue ones.

"That's fucking stupid."

Soap shrugged his shoulders. "I don't make the rules."

"I do. And I say if you don't like tea, you're a traitor."

Conversations like this were normal. Ghost and Soap bickered over idiotic topics like siblings. Honestly, for a Lieutenant and a Sergeant, they sure acted mindless. Still, you didn't say anything. It was pretty entertaining in between killing people for a living. So you stared and listened. Mainly at Ghost.

"Oi." Ghost huffed, turning towards you. "You got a problem?"

You perked up. "Me? No. Why?"

"Because you're staring."

You pursed your lips and looked away. Of course you're staring. It was lunchtime and Ghost was just sitting there with food in front of him as if he was going to eat. But he never did. Unless looking at food filled him up, he was just wasting food. Not that you cared but it was just weird. He was weird for wearing a mask all the time. It made him look even more intimidating.

"Yeah."

Soap's face turned from playful to cautious. "Uh.. let's just get back to eating."

"Why do you not take off your mask while you eat?"

Ghost huffed, rolling his eyes. "Why the fuck is it your business?"

"I-I'm just curious."

"Then stop being curious. Mind your own damn business."

Ghost got up and took his tray, storming away. You didn't realize it was a sensitive subject. You slinked back in your seat and continued to pick at your food. Soap let out a sigh and moved to sit next to you. He patted your back, hard, causing you to wince.

"Don't worry about it, alright? Ghost… just has some things he's sensitive about."

You groaned and closed your eyes. "I was just curious."

"It's not your fault, kiddo. We've known each other for so long that we all know what to do and not do. You're new, so don't blame yourself."

"Any other rules I should know about?"

Soap gave you a smile. "Let me give you a rundown on Ghost."

It was about as you expected. Five main rules with little tidbits sprinkled in there. Ghost was what everyone thought someone in special forces was: mysterious and gruff. A hardened soldier that had no time for shit. No time for making friends or being happy. Of course, you couldn't blame him. You couldn't even imagine the things he's been through to become a practically emotionless man.

It was late at night. You were restless and needed to tire yourself out to be able to sleep. So you did what you always did: headed to the training room. You expected it to be empty. There weren't usually people up at this hour and normally everyone was asleep. Yet, as you walked into the training room, you saw someone using the bench. You couldn't exactly see his face but decided to speak.

"Looks like someone else can't… oh."

You trailed off as the man set the bar back and sat up. You hadn't seen this face before. You would have definitely remembered a face like his. Strong jawline, stubble, several tiny scars scattered across his face, and hardened brown eyes. His sandy brown hair fell over his sweaty forehead as he glared at you. It wasn't until he raised his tattooed arm to wipe his face that it registered who it was.

"Ghost?"

"Are you just gonna keep fucking stare at me?"

Your eyes immediately averted from his. Fuck, he was hot. He was so hot. Soap was right. You swallow thickly and walk over to Ghost, your head down. You didn't know what to do in this situation. So you just awkwardly held your water bottle without saying a word. He sighed and pushed it away.

"What are you doing here?"

You mumbled out, "I could ask you the same."

There was a silent warning.

"I couldn't sleep so I wanted to exercise to wear myself out."

The corner of Ghost's lips quirked up in a smirk. "I can help with that."

You felt your face heat up. Seeing his face for the first time, his smirk that you could've only imagined is when you knew you were fucked. Totally and completely.

Rule #2: Don't call him Simon.

Ok, so maybe you had gotten a little crush. It could be a farce. You only saw his face once, after all. Maybe you had gotten a good look (you had). There was no way you could fall for him with only one look at his face. Besides, you had to worry about the other rules and not breaking them.

You waltz into Ghost's office without a care in the world. "Hey, Simon. Can you help me with-"

"Stop."

You froze in your spot. Ah. Another rule Soap had mentioned. It completely left your mind. Everyone in the taskforce had their nicknames. You had a couple of your own, though they weren't as cool as some of the ones you've heard in passing. In fact, some of them made you feel small and weak. But you'd never admit that out loud.

And for some unlucky reason, you decided to not say Simon's… Ghost's. Maybe it was the fact that you and him spent more time together since that night in the training room. You had become somewhat of workout buddies. So maybe your brain had unconsciously thought that it was time to take the friendship to the next level.

"Uhm, Ghost, I need help with uh…" Your mind went blank. You can just tell from the way he towered over you with his arm crossed that he was not happy.

He stared down at you. "Don't call me Simon."

"I'm sorry."

"With this mask on, I'm Ghost. Don't make the same mistake. Do you understand me?"

You lowered your head like you were a scolded child. "Yes, LT."

He let out a sigh and ruffled your hair. "Alright. What do you need help with?"

Despite Ghost's initial annoyance with you, you had definitely grown on him. There was something refreshing about you. You weren't trigger happy, you paid attention during missions, and you never acted out of line. You were a good soldier. Not as strong as the others, but you worked hard. And Ghost appreciated that.

Over time, he had stopped correcting you whenever you accidentally called him Simon. He had stopped glaring at you and acting like you were a worthless rookie. You two had grown close. He might even say that you two were friends. But only if he didn't actually think about it. He'd never admit it otherwise.

"Simon!!"

There it was again. He groaned, and yet there was a flicker of light in his eyes. "Do you have to sound so… happy all the time?"

"Of course."

"God, you're annoying."

"So I'm growing on you?"

"Don't push it."

Rule #3: Don't touch him.

This one should have been obvious. And honestly, you didn't mean to touch him so suddenly. It was a mistake, but it was one that had big consequences. You two had grown closer and so he was much more comfortable around you, but not this comfortable. You were also comfortable enough to the point the rules had all but flown out of your head.

Ghost wasn't a bad guy. At least in the sense that he wasn't an asshole. Like everyone else in the military, he was tired of shit and didn't want to socialize. Understandable. It wasn't like you thought you could break down his walls. You weren't the type of person to go around with the need to "fix" people. You just so happened to get close to him and he just so happened to let you in little by little. And you didn't want to betray that.

Ghost's breathing was heavy as he pinned you against the wall. his forearm was pressed firmly against your throat, eyes wide and almost crazed looking. The mugs you were holding were shattered on the ground, coffee spilled everywhere. You just stared at him in shock.

"Don't ever fucking do that again."

That was walking up beside him and bumping your hips into his side. You had wanted to give him a cup of coffee because you knew it was going to be a long night of paperwork. But before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall. Your heart was practically in your stomach at this point. But all you could think about was how hostile his tone was.

Definitely not doing that again.

Rule #4: Don't ask about his past.

An easy to follow rule. Simple. It was something unsaid in the military. Everyone has their scars, both mental and physical. It's best that most of those are kept secret. The incident from two weeks ago was just an example of that. You didn't blame him. In fact, you ended up apologizing for not being more aware. And it fixed things. Kinda.

Being in the military sucked. Being in the special forces sucked even more. You had thought you were strong. I mean, you were working with one of the best teams in the world. That meant you were strong. And yet… your mind felt like it was breaking. You couldn't take it anymore. Everything you've witnessed, everything you had to do kept replaying in your mind over and over.

A storm raged outside. You curled up on the couch in the breakroom, a blanket wrapped securely around you. The power had gone out long ago and everyone decided to call it a night. You didn't want to be alone. Everything was so loud. The thunder, the rain, the wind. It filled your ears with an unbearable cacophony. Breathing became hard as you stared off into nothing. Images flitted across your brain, jarring and vivid. It won't stop. Why won't it stop?

"Hey. Look at me."

You were drawn out by a soft, deep voice. And when your eyes focus, you see Ghost kneeling in front of you. He had his balaclava pulled off, revealing his concerned gaze. You didn't know you had even been crying before you let out a sob and covered your face with your hands. Ghost was by your side in an instant. He grasped your wrists lightly and pulled them down.

"Look at me, alright? We're gonna take deep breaths."

You nodded and kept your eyes trained on him. In and out. In and out.

He gave you a rare smile. "There we go. Are you alright?"

Your voice got caught in your throat and you shook your head. "Everything is so… I can't stop thinking about-"

Simon's arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. "I know. I know."

There was something so comforting about being in his arms. The way it felt like security. Like it was safe.You listened to his heart. Nothing else existed in this moment except for that sound. A steady thump, thump, thump. You closed your eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

"I know it's hard." He murmured.

"Have you ever had something happen to you and you just… can't forget it?"

For once, he didn't try to back away. He didn't scold you or get angry. He opened up. "Of course I have. There's some shit I've seen and I just wish I could erase it all."

You leaned into his arms. "How do you deal with it?"

"You don't. At first, you just gotta let it go… And run its course. Eventually, you'll grow numb to it."

"I don't want to be numb."

Ghost didn't respond. He just pulled you in closer. In that moment, something had changed between the two of you. He wasn't one for giving comfort. And yet he didn't hesitate to make sure you were ok. He didn't care that you had asked him about his past, no matter how vague. For once… he just let himself feel.

Rule #5: Don't try to get close to him.

Ghost watched as you sat angrily on the training floor mat. Your arms were crossed and you had a pout on your lips. Yes, you were acting like a child. But you were beyond annoyed at Ghost. For the past couple of weeks he had done nothing but berate you over and over. At first it was your uniform being too messy. Then it was being too slow. And now it was just not being good enough.

He had forced you to train every day. Even after missions. You loved working out with him as much as the next guy, but damn it. He was acting like a god damned drill sergeant in basic training. There was something wrong and your relationship with him went to friendship to something… bad. He just stared down at you and sighed.

"You done yet?"

"No, I'm not." You stood up. "I am doing perfectly fine. Do you have to nitpick everything?"

"Fine isn't good enough. You need to be perfect."

You let out a frustrated noise. "But why?! My performance during missions is good. No one is complaining, not even Captain Price!"

"Does it look like I give a shit?" Ghost took a step towards you, towering over you. "You're acting like a pathetic child."

"And you're acting like an overbearing asshole."

That was enough to make him snap. He grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the training room, away from prying eyes. You silently cursed yourself. You were really in for it now. He was gonna take you in his office and yell at you. And you did not feel like you were in the mood for a lecture. Once you arrived, he shoved you inside and slammed the door behind you.

"Apologize. Now."

"For what?"

"Insubordination and getting on my fucking nerves."

Your eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Seriously, LT?! I didn't do anything!"

"You have an attitude."

This was enough. You had enough. "I don't have a fucking attitude! I've been improving every single day but that's not good enough for you! I thought we had gotten close and become friends, but you just started acting like a hard ass! What did I do, huh?! Why am I such a fucking nuisance to you!?"

"Because!" Ghost walked forward until your back was against your desk. "You made me care for you! No matter how fucking annoying you were, you still somehow managed to squeeze your aggravating ass into my mind! Every time you overstepped, you apologized immediately and made sure not to do it again! You cared for me in ways no one would notice! You became a constant in my life and I'm scared I'll lose that. So yes, I'm a hardass! But only because I won't be able to stand it if you suddenly died!"

"I won't die!" You yelled, your hands gripping the edge of his desk. "Of course our work is dangerous, but I trust you and this team! And so what if you started to care for me?! Newsflash Simon, people care about each other! It's normal!"

"What did I fucking say about calling me that?!"

"You didn't seem to complain for the past couple of months, Simon."

"Shut the fuck up! You're so fucking annoying!"

"Make me!"

You had pushed down your feelings for Ghost and told yourself it would never happen. It would be stupid of you to think it would, right? And yet here he was, tugging down his balaclava and trapping you against the desk. His lips smashed against yours, drawing a pained gasp from you. And yet you pushed back with just as much force. Your arms wrapped around him as the kiss softened. His lips felt perfect around yours and he tasted of cherry gatorade. You drank him in, letting the feelings you had grown free.

The kiss seemed to last forever. It was like Ghost was hungry for your touch, for your love. Not that you complained. He had let you break one of the most important rules of all: Don't try to get close to him. Yet here you were, pressed against him and kissing him like he would disappear.

"You're such a fucking brat." He breathed against your lips.

You laughed slightly and pulled away. "And yet, you can't let me go."

"No, I can't." His hands moved to your waist and squeezed. "I don't want to let you go."

"I won't leave you, Simon Riley. I promise."

"Please don't break that promise."

#x reader #fanfic #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #cod ghost #cod ghost x reader

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sleepy-grav3 · 26 days ago

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All the More Reason to Be

A/n: Let's just ignore how long I've been gone for.

Summary: One morning, while Maddie and Jack are in the lab, Danny greets his mom with a simple "morning, mom." Jazz wasn't expecting him to be referring to her.

Tw: Neglectful parents Maddie and Jack, basically a teen mom Jazz, connection cutting (Danny towards Maddie and Jack)

Jazz can cook and is the main one to do so in the house, Danny doesn't know how to because nobody actively taught him and there wasn't really a need for him to learn (learn to survive immediate death is basically his motto), ghosts are protective and possessive of their Haunts, Amity Park is Danny's Haunt, the mentioned ghost is nonbinary going by they/them pronouns.

In the Fenton household, it was known that you had to be extremely cautious of the kitchen. That place was either a battlefield, or a battlefield in the making.

It's no surprise that the kitchen appliances were something to be extremely careful of too.

For that reason, cereal with milk was the most common breakfast to have. It was quick, it was simple, and the milk was usually pretty safe with how tightly sealed and undisturbed it was. The cereal, even more fortunately, wasn't even inside the fridge, so it couldn't easily come in contact with the ectoplasm stored there.

But sometimes, when Jazz went to sleep early or never went to sleep, she'd make something else. Pancakes, oatmeal, or even french toast around the holidays that weren't Christmas. Danny was a bit cautious with french toast, but it wasn't toast in his opinion.

That morning, it was the more unfortunate of the 2 special options.

Jazz didn't get any sleep last night. She was caught up in a book and lost track of time. It wasn't until she looked up to see some sunbeams shining into her room when she noticed that it was an hour before her alarm would go off.

Sleeping for only an hour was only going to make her more tired. So, she decided that she might as well just stay up.

That brought her to current time, where she just finished up making the pancakes. And with perfect timing, Danny came down to the kitchen, all dressed but only half awake.

"Must've been up late because of a ghost." She guessed, placing 2 empty plates and the container with a stack of pancakes on the table.

"Good Morning, Danny."

"Morning, Mom." He yawned.

Jazz paused, eyes widening slightly. Mom?

She then shook her head. It was probably a mistake due to sleep deprivation. She ignored how it made her skin buzz, her eyes stinging slightly.

"Another ghost?"

"Yep." Danny sighed, stabbing his fork into a few pancakes and moving it onto his empty plate. "New one this time. Animal obsession. There was an abusive dog owner, and they got word of it when the dog died. Tucker found some dirt on him. Outsider with a murder charge. Most likely buried the body here."

"Wow, Danny. Are you... are you ok after that?"

Danny paused his chewing before quickly swallowing so he could speak.

"I-... I feel fine-"

"Danny-"

"No, Mom, I'm serious." Jazz jumped, but Danny continued as if he didn't just call his sister mom. "I'm- I'm more than fine. I feel sorta proud? That man felt different, somehow. I know it's wrong, but he shouldn't even be here." Danny glared down, his teeth starting to grow longer, sharper. "Didn't deserve to be. I can't believe he thought he could just waltz in here and do whatever he wanted without me interfering. I mean, can you believe he just entered the town without my permission?"

Jazz blinked owlishly. This was the first time she saw him act that way. Sure, he got aggressive with some ghosts, especially when Dan was mentioned. But never towards a human.

That wasn't even mentioning why his permission was even needed. Why he called the town his-

Oh. Oh.

Amity Park was his Haunt, and ghosts tend to act aggressive towards those who intrude. Especially if they cause trouble or mess it up. Yeah no, this was a ghost problem.

"At least he'll be going to jail soon."

"But-"

"Amity doesn't have any jails. Not really anyway. So, he'll have to be moved out to serve his sentence. Even if he did come back, he, a living being, caused the first crime in years. This is going to make news and he's going to be outcasted for life. You know how Amity Parker are like."

"Amitians." Danny corrected.

"What?"

"Kwan and Star started it up. Amity Parkers felt like a mouthful and didn't fit our whole supernatural, paranormal, sci-fi situation." Danny huffed fondly; tension gone entirely. "So, what's better than to make us sound like aliens?"

Jazz rolled her eyes. Of course. Nothing could lift the mood like space topics.

"Back on subject though, he won't be intruding on your Amity much longer. So you don't have to worry about him anymore. You should get that new ghost a gift for helping you become aware of the situation."

Danny smiled softly. "Yeah, I will. Thanks, Mom."

Jazz gripped her fork a bit tighter.

That was what? The 3rd time now? This- this wasn't some accident anymore.

She looked across the table to see Danny getting another 3 pancakes, pouring a shit ton of syrup on them. Danny soon noticed her staring, having a small frown on his face.

"Mom?"

She took a sharp breath, pushing aside the butterflies and buzzing. It felt like something in her felt... accomplished. Like she had done everything right despite how clear it was that she hadn't.

"Why-..." She took a quick breath, feeling her voice quiver. "Why are you calling me that?"

Danny pursed his lips, hand traveling to the back of his neck. Jazz noticed him playing with a bit of his hair, which had become longer. She had to book a haircut appointment soon.

"They don't care."

"Don't you love them?"

It felt like a wired question, one that carried more weight than she meant. It held so much more significance than she expected. She tried so hard not to think that way, she was only older than him by 2 years. She was still in high school. She wasn't even in her senior year yet.

"Not enough to think of them like I do you."

And that was all it took for Jazz to let out a sob, tears breaking down the dam and flowing freely down her eyes like waterfalls. Danny jumped up, rushing over to her, asking what was wrong. Asking if it was too much. If he should stop calling her his mom.

"N-no! I'm just- I always- c-called you mine. You w-were always my little boy. I fed you, changed you, took you to school, taught you things- I saw you grow and I- I've felt jealous before!" She laughed. "I mean- you always called them mom and dad, but I did everything! Why couldn't you call me that? It wasn't fair but- but it made sense... I just... I accepted that you wouldn't think of me that way but- but now you are and-" She let out another sob, wrapping her arms around Danny and placing her forehead on his stomach. "And I'm so happy."

As she continued to cry, unable to calm down enough to stop, arms wrapped around her and a hand ran through her hair. Eventually, Jazz shifted to lean more of her face on him, basking in the cold that his body offered. It was like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room. It made it easier to breath.

"You'll be late to school."

"Like that isn't normal."

"Think you could hype yourself up enough to tell Mr. Lancer what's been going on?"

"... Parent-Teacher Day should be coming up soon."

"Just tell me the time and date."

"Ok."

"And Danny?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

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A/n: Well, that was sweet. A lot less emotional than what I wanted, pretty sidetracked in the beginning, but oh well. Also! I didn't know what name to give our animal lover ghost. This isn't meant to be a series or anything, but I'm curious what you think their name should be. I might reuse them somewhere.

And if any of you feel like adding a little something for what goes down with that animal abuser guy, reblog with a bit of writing. I'd love to read it.

#danny phantom #fluff #Jazz raised Danny #Maddie and Jack are neglectful

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osamusriceballs · 10 months ago

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The Accident - Part XVI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Stalking, kinda dry humping

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Y/n and Atsumu finally TALK. And more.

Part I II -> Next Part

A yawn escapes your lips as you slowly open your eyes to a dimly lit room. It's probably the middle of the day, judging by the way it looks outside. You surprisingly feel fully rested, with Atsumu still peacefully snoozing behind you, his arm loosely draped across your stomach. Your mind races back to the events of the previous night, causing your heart to skip a beat.

That woman.

Atsumu needs to do a lot of explaining to make up for that. If there is even a way to make up for that. You still don't know anything about her, but she for sure gives you the chills.

Maybe it was a mistake. To stay with him- even in the same bed, and to allow your heart to get that foolish hope again. But you're just human, and it seems like your heart isn't so easily convinced that he's not good for you.

You sigh and reach for your phone on the nightstand, noting how late it is—2 pm. Shocked by the time, you check your messages and spot surprisingly many from Osamu Miya and hesitantly tap on them.

Osamu: hope yer alright

Osamu: let me know when you’re home

Osamu: did ya fall asleep?

Osamu: thank you for your help. I owe ya. Call me if ya need anything. Stay safe.

Osamu: good morning. Grab that idiot and come over to Onigiri Miya when yer awake. Or come on your own when he messes up. Drinks are on the house for you.

Osamu: not for Tsumu tho. He can pay double

A smile plays on your lips as you respond quickly.

You: hey! Sorry for the late reply, I fell asleep. Atsumu‘s still sleeping. I‘ll talk to him and let you know if we‘re coming. Thank you for the offer! :)

Osamu: sure. see ya

You: see you :)

Your attention is diverted when Atsumu stirs, his arm now wrapping around your waist as he clumsily pulls you closer. He groans and nuzzles against your neck, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Is he aware that it's you he's holding? And does he even remember last night? You somehow doubt it.

"Y/n?" he mumbles after a moment, and your eyebrows shoot up, but you respond with a soft hum and nod.

"Yer—how?" he slowly questions, his face still heavy with sleep. You gently take his hand and remove it from your waist, scooting away enough to turn and face him. His eyes are tired, his expression soft while he fights to fully wake up. You just hope that he doesn't feel too horribly after all that drinking. His team will kill him for sure if he has practice today. You really hope that it's his day off.

"I brought you home. Remember that you had a few drinks at Onigiri Miya's?" you say, trying to sound neutral, though bitterness lingers in your tone. He stares at you blankly until embarrassment and guilt crease his features.

"Yeah, right. I'm—y/n, I'm sorry for that. Thank ya for bringin' me home. I'm just kinda... havin' a hard time." He closes his eyes for a short second and takes a deep breath. He suddenly looks so exhausted that it almost breaks your heart.

"Hard time with what? Work?"

He shakes his head, closing his eyes again, and a weariness settles over his face, despite the ample sleep you both received. "Work's fine. Great, actually. Gotta play with some real amazin' players. I even got to see Aran often again; that's fine. Just..." He opens his eyes, sadness evident. "Just?" you prompt, your heart skipping a beat at his gaze. You know that it has to do with you—you just don't know what exactly it is. And the urge to interrogate him is burning strong in your body.

"I never got the chance to talk to ya after that night," he admits. You nod, urging him to continue, to finally give you some answers. "I wanted to apologize. For kissin' ya. I made ya uncomfortable, ruined everything."

Your confusion is palpable—just what is wrong with him? He should tell you about that woman and not that! And that definitely didn't sound like he wanted to do it again, which feels like a stab to your heart and somehow angers you.

"Uhm... Atsumu, that was not quite what I expected. Like, sure, I've been thinking about that kiss and my feelings for you, but I was more taken aback when you blocked me and invited another girl over, literally the same night we had our kind-of-date."

His face drops after listening to you, confusion and worry etched on his features. "What are ya talkin' about? I never blocked ya, and I sure as heck didn't invite any other girl here. Hell, I don't even talk to women outside of work. Who should I bring here?"

"Brunette? Perfect smile and wearing one of your shirts? Could hardly miss her on my way down. Or when we met her yesterday. Do you have her over at your place every night?" you retort, ignoring his repulsed expression at your description of her. You could almost believe that he doesn't like her at the way he scrunches his nose.

"Her? Ya met her? Yesterday?"

You nod, narrowing your eyes as you recall her vicious features after that scene. But wow, you were definitely embarrassing. How you acted possessively towards Atsumu. Will she laugh about it with him as soon as they meet each other again?

His reaction surprises you, though; he suddenly reaches for you, pulling you a bit closer. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for gettin' ya involved in this. Are ya okay? She didn't do anything to ya, did she?" You stare at him, confused, and shake your head. His worry confuses you. Why bother after not talking to you for so long?

"Can't believe she dared to come here again. If ya ever see her again, you have to call the police. I have a restraining order against her." Your eyes widen surprised at his words and you frown.

"Restraining order? Is she... like a crazy ex?" Dread fills your stomach at the thought, and a suspicion arises within you.

He slowly shakes his head. "She's a very obsessed fan, to put it nicely. She's been stalking me for a while. Started innocently; I noticed that she came to Onigiri Miya every time I was there too. Then I noticed her when I went for walks every other day, always waitin' at the same spot for me and trying to talk to me. And then one day, I noticed that stuff from my apartment started to go missing. That was like two years ago. I contacted the police after I caught her breaking into my apartment, and she got arrested. Haven't seen her since then, but she started showing up since that one night with ya." He groans and you can see just how much stress this situation caused him. He looks so tired while talking about it, it almost breaks your heart.

"I don't know how she found me again," he continues. "She broke into my apartment, and I had video proof fortunately, so I could file a case, and I have a restraining order against her now. She can't show up again, or she'll land in jail. I also had to get a new phone and number; she did something with it. Tried calling ya with the new one, but ya never called back."

You listen to the story with watery eyes. That woman is actually a stalker?! And he had been suffering like that all the time? Tears well up, and you try to calm yourself. So he wasn't ignoring you on purpose. He actually tried to reach out, and you probably ignored his messages, and he felt miserable because he put you in that situation. Hell, someone broke into his apartment. This must have been horrible for him. You're just glad that she at least cannot legally come here again. Even though it doesn't seem to stop her. A part of you hopes that she'll show up again. The thought of her in jail does sound kind of appealing to you- and not just because you were kind of jealous before. She is danger, and you pray that she won't show up again. Maybe she'll stop now that she knows that he's taken- even though she does not seem to respect boundaries. Your thoughts are running, you don't even know what to say at this point. How could you be mad with him after this?

A ray of hope suddenly flashes before your eyes, and you feel your heart flutter. You know that it's selfish to think about your foolish feelings, to think about how much you like him and to wonder if he reciprocates these feelings. But this means that you might mean something to him. This means that he might like you just like you like him, if he has tried contacting you and kept his distance to protect you.

"So... uhm... you weren't ghosting me because of the kiss?" You feel so, so foolish for asking, but your heart longs for confirmation. You'll deal with the stalker after finally finding out about his feelings. After waiting for him for so long, you need to know.

"I didn't want to ghost ya at all, y/n. I really like ya." His eyes catch yours, and you feel butterflies in your stomach once again. He doesn't seem to mind that you changed the topic like that and you know that you look at him like a hopeful lost puppy. He still has that magical effect on you. Everything just feels so right with him, like you're just where you belong. He's so close; you could probably count his lashes, and you can see the flecks of different shades of brown in his eyes.

"I was actually... really sad because we parted like that. I didn't mean to give you the impression that something's wrong—I just thought you'd see this as a game, and nothing more. That I'm just an easy way to spend time for you. Nothing more." You feel so vulnerable when you say these words, but he quickly shakes his head, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I'll make it up to ya, 'kay? Please. Let me make it right." You melt at his words, only managing to nod. "O-okay." This feels like a dream come true. You can't believe that you're making up with him like this- after carrying his drunk ass home and sleeping in his bed. But you just feel so good when you're with him, and for once you decide to be selfish and to take what you need.

He looks at you, clearly stunned. "Okay? Just like that? I was ready to get on my knees to beg for forgiveness and to buy some more diamonds for you." A soft laugh escapes your lips, and he seems to lighten up at your reaction too.

"Making up to me could definitely include some groveling. I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees, actually. I don't remember you getting on your knees for me ever, even though we are married." You smile, feeling the tension leaving your body. Only he can make you feel like this.

"Oh?" He grins, and you suddenly feel giddy. "Let me refresh yer memories then." He jumps off the bed, lively and energetic suddenly, and you look at him stunned. "Come here." He pats the edge of the bed, and you slowly crawl there, probably not very elegant, but Atsumu still gazes at you like you're a princess that graced him with her presence. You sit up hesitantly, looking at Atsumu right in front of you, who smiles fondly and smoothly sinks down to one knee. He looks devilishly handsome with his disheveled hair, and you can't do anything else but stare at him. Is this a dream?

"Y/n Miya, I know I don't deserve it, but would ya give yer husband another chance? I promise to make ya happy and to never keep secrets like that from you ever again. I'll be whatever ya want me to be just to keep you happy." Your jaw drops at his words and you can't stop the butterflies in your stomach.

"Wow, uhm, that sounds pretty serious." You breathlessly laugh and he smiles with a sincere expression that makes you blush.

"I am. I kinda..." he sighs, running a hand through his hair, making it even messier and he looks even more attractive like this. "I kinda wanna go on dates with ya. Like real dating. Not just getting along because of the marriage thing."

You stare at him, not having expected this kind of answer. He's actually serious about this? And wants to go on dates with you?

"So uhm... what do ya say? Is that alright with you?" He looks bashful, and you finally manage to come up with a response, the one that your heart is longing for.

"I'd love to." The words come out softly, and you smile fondly at his reaction and the way he seems to light up. You don't even have time to realize what's happening- and then he suddenly raises just enough to be at eye level with you and then simply connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. You gasp, surprised, your hands coming up to his shirt to ground yourself, but melt into the feeling, allowing him to cup your cheeks and angle your face towards him to deepen the kiss.

This is not what you had expected at all, but feeling his lips against yours, his body pressing against yours—it's enough to make you feel hazy and giddy. You need more; you need to be closer to him. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer while leaning back until he's laying on top of you, urging him to stay close to you. He rests most of his weight on his arms, yet you still feel him on top of you, his body pressing gently against yours .

You open your lips, and he instantly uses the chance, softly licking against your lower lip before he slightly moves his tongue to meet yours. His hips press against yours, harder suddenly, and you can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you.

The position is intimate. Your most sensitive part pressing against his middle, and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel something growing in his pants the longer you keep kissing him. Your hands claw into his shirt when he carefully grinds against you—and you whimper against his lips needily, feeling heat rush through your body.

You both know this is where you should stop; you both have only solved your issues like five minutes ago, and some more things definitely need more clarification, but that's the least thing on your mind now. You- you want him.

And you breathe heavily when he pulls back, his lips wet from your combined saliva, looking unfairly hot with his dark widened pupils while he looks at you intensely.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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shinyrhinestones · 2 years ago

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Taxi.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings: Making out.

Genre: Fluff, but a little heated.

Category: Oneshot.

Summary: Spencer and Readers attraction towards each other give in, when they have to share a Taxi home.

English isn't my mother tongue, so there will probably be some mistakes.

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You and Spencer had left the others behind at the pub, the others had insisted on going to. Your eyelids were heavy, and you were walking slowly along the sidewalk. Spencer was walking next to you, on the side that where the road was by. He was holding onto his light brown satchel. You had left the pub, due to being extremely exhausted from such a long day. Spencer wasn't the biggest fan of bar, pub and clubs. They were unhygenic and loud. You walked lazily, while Spencer walked the same pace as you to keep you company. When you announced that you were gonna go home, Spencer decided that he didn't want to stay either. He had opened the door for you, and held it open for you to go first. There wasn't really many cars on the road at the moment. The only thing lighting up the streets were the stars and the lampposts. You could hear the sound of Spencers shoes landing on the concrete everytime he took a step. The cold wind would brush against your face softly, as you walked down the street with your coworker. The coworker who was a very intelligent and friendly person. He always managed to impress people with his intelligence without trying. And he was always surprised when a woman was interested in him. Which was cute, but honestly you could see why ladies found him attractive. He was beautiful. Its actually not common to find a boy/man who's actually physically attractive.

Neither of you really said much. But you were getting too tired, that you had started walking very slow. So slow that Spencer himself got confused and worried.

"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked, his voice being very light. You stopped walking completely at his words and turned to look at him. Spencer had his eyebrows furrowed and eyes studying your face, not being able to read you completely. But your tired eyes and slouched figure, should've told everything for you. You nodded tiredly and lazily at him. "I'm okay. I'm just really tired."

You had honestly planned on walking home, since you didn't have enough money on you to pay for one. But you might aswell just have collapsed on the empty street, due to how tired you actually were. Spencer could see just how much, now that you were looking at each other completely. His eyebrows stopped scrunching together, as his eyes softened. His hands let go of his satchel, as his head whipped around to look around the road, you were standing by. "Okay, let's get a taxi then" He said, and started to walk ahead of him. You looked over at Spencer, who had started walking again. You didn't move. For a moment you just stood there admiring the tall, slim figure walking down the street to get a Taxi somewhere. You scoffed, but not in a mean way. It was more like: Is this boy really going to do that for me so late? Way.

And knowing Spencer as well as you did, you should've known he would've done it. And he did. 'Cause when you had just been standing there in amusement, Spencer had gotten a taxi pulled over. He looked over at your direction, when he didn't hear or feel your presence by him. He scrunched up his face in confusion, as he waved you over, holding the door open for you. You hurried up, not wanting the chauffeur to get irritated by you. You let out a short laugh, when you almost tripped on your way over there. The adrenaline running through you curtly at the shock. Spencer almost hurried over to your side when he saw it, but it was over so quickly, that he didn't get to play the hero on this night. You smiled at Spencer, when you had reached his side. He had grabbed onto your arm softly, to ask you: "Are you ok?" Once again. You replied with a delicate yes, looking into his brown doe eyes.

You turned away from him again, to enter the cab. You hugged your jacket close to yourself, before you put on the seat belt on your side. The car was warm, warming your previous cold hands up quickly. Spencer crawled in after you. You rested your body and head up against the side of the car, where the window was. You stared out through the window, before blinking your eyes slowly. The you turned your body in the direction of Spencer, but still leaning against the cars side. He had been playing with the handle of his satchel, when he saw you staring at him. When you made eye contact, you sat up again, closer to Spencer. His heart was beating faster, as you sat closer. His cheeks heating up aswell. Your belly started creating a tickling feeling. Spencer had always been a pretty boy. Which is why it made sense that Derek always called him pretty boy. But he so much more handsome, as the lights of the city brushed against his face. The lights painted his face red, green, blue and all kinds of colors from street lamps, ads, traffic lights and all kinds of city things. Spencer dropped his hands from his satchel to the seat he was sitting in. You studied his face. His eyebrows, hks shining brown eyes, cute button nose, sharp jawline and his pink lips. Your eyes were falling from his eyebrows, to his eyes, nose and just everywhere you could admire him. Spencer blushed a bright pink, when you kept looking at him. He shuffled against his seat, and gave you an awkward smile. You looked away from him noticing what you were doing. You didn't want him to get any more uncomfortable than he already seemed. You sighed, and ran your hand through your hair, to put it behind your ears. That gave Spencer the opportunity to see your face more clear. I mean, Yes he could see it before, but now that it wasn't dropping down around your face, he could see it more. Now it was his turn to study your face and admiring it in secret. He hadn't noticed how he himself had leaned in closer to feel the heat of your body. You leaned back into the car seat, sitting a little to the side. "Are you tired?" You asked, looking at him sweetly. Spencer was a little startled by your sudden words, but he didn't let it show. He smiled a little, as his eyes fell down before speaking. "Not really" He stated barely audible. You nodded, too tired to give a verbal answer. Spencer did the same as you, and leaned down into the seat, sitting to the side slightly aswell. This made eye contact much easier. Your faces were much closer. You could see the emotion behind his eyes, as he swallowed unconsciously. You were pretty sure eyes were filled with yearning. Being alone with Spencer made excitement rush through your body. Spencer looked down at your lips, before licking his lips with out realizing. You smiled, letting your teeth show.

You raised your hand to touch some of Spencers hair, that had draped over one of his eyebrows and his right eye. And right when you had touched him, you were afraid that maybe you had triggered him. After some time of working with Spencer, you learned how he didn't like touch and was a germaphobe.

You pushed his dark hair to the side, and as you were about to bring your hair down again, he grabbed it softly. He held it, as he examined your hand. Then with both his hands he started playing with your fingers almost massaging them. Its funny how you both just went along with the flow, not really saying much. Spencer kissed your hand, like you were a princess in a fairytale. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, before he asked you a shocking but interesting question.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was almost a small whisper, as looked at your features.

You didn't smile brightly, but you could definitely feel the warm feeling spreading through your body, it felt like you were flying. Your heart was beating so quickly you thought it might've exploded. You nodded again, replying to his question: "Yes, you can" You replied in the same tone and delicacy. He let out a small breath at the positive response, as he leaned closer to your body.

As soon as your lips met, they were glued together. Feeling his lips and tongue like that was something you never would've guessed would've happen this night. Your noses bumped against each other every once in a while, making your lips turn upwards, before going back to kissing him. His hands travelled up your thigh, and your hands ran all over his neck and chest. And even when you pulled away for air, you still found your way back to the other again. You ran your hands up to his cheeks, holding his face.

You could feel the turns the car made, and the other cars on the street.

You had completely forgotten where you were, that when you were reminded you pulled away from Spencer. Spencer assumed you just needed some air, but when he tried to lean in again, and you pulled away, he felt his blood run cold. He was absolutely frightened that he had made you uncomfortable and ruined everything. He froze. He just sat there staring at you, with puppy dog eyes hoping everything was okay. You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, looking at it, before meeting his eyes again. You looked at the driver, and then at the cute boy infront of you. "Everythings fine" You said low but light. You could smell the sweet scent of old books and coffee coming off of Spencer. He rested his head on your shoulder, as you held his large hands in yours on your lap. You leaned your own head on top of his, feeling his muffled and gentle hair on your cheek. You felt like the luckiesg person in the world, after kissing Spencer like that. Not knowing Spencer felt the same exact way.

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#criminalminds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spence reid fluff

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blackberreh-art · 1 year ago

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Uhh old man yaoi questions old man yaoi questions. . . I'm sorry if you already posted something about this but how and when did the two get together?

It actually hasn't! And I can answer this lmao (cause Dex helped when I was a bit stuck lmao)

Things had been building for a long while you see. The tension. It's on the 10th month mark, and Toshi's called to his agency to prepare for an interview he can't afford to decline. AFO is, ofc, dragged along much to his chagrin.

The place the interview is being held will be full of other Pros, those attending including three of the other Pros In The Know (Hawks, Endeavor, Best Jeanist), so he'll be closely watched while Toshi is interviewed.

The interview itself is nothing special, just something delving into what Toshi's retired life is like and how it's treating him, and Toshi bullshits it all with a smile. (offstage, AfO smothers a laugh, which earns him the sharp glares of the trio keeping watch of hom)

It's late when things wrap up, and Toshi's just fucking exhausted. It's almost casual, the way AfO presses his hand to the small of Toshi's back, gently guiding him away. Toshi doesn't flinch, doesn't move away - he leans into it, even, absently swiping away notifications on his phone - and then he says "let's go back to the agency. I'm damn tired, and it's closer. They clean my penthouse once a month so it shouldn't be too dusty."

And AfO just gives a slow blink, brow quirking. His lips curled into a smile like a satisfied cat. "How often do they sweep for surveillance?"

Toshi just gives him a toothy grin. He was tired of being under constant watch just as much as AfO was. Might Tower was one of the most secure buildings, and while Toshi didn't doubt the HPSC had their spies planted amongst his staff, his apartments were nigh impenetrable. It was fine.

Probably.

AfO certainly doesn't complain when they enter, and he sees Toshi's collection of vintage wines that hadn't been so much as touched since decades passed - since they were gifted to him by some politician he could barely remember.

AfO is enraptured. So many rare vintages! Just going to waste!

(AfO loved his alcohol, and it was very much not in the budget granted to Toshi by the HPSC, so he's been rather derived)

(It's a night of many mistakes when Toshinori agrees to a drink that he definitely shouldn't have)

#old man yaoi au #berreh speaks #listen I just spat this out so sorry for any mistakes

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queenofbaws · 1 year ago

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Is this a prompt or is this just me blabbing nonsense words as I spew vast amounts of word vomit into your inbox? Who knows! All I know is that I've apparently decided that I needed to share this with someone, and that (un)lucky someone is you lol.

Anyways, for some reason I can't stop thinking about trash trio sleepovers. But not the events that take place during the sleepovers, just that little bit when they've all gotten into bed at the end of a busy night and are actually trying to go to sleep.

Specifically, those all too rare nights when Josh is actually the first to fall asleep, leaving Chris and Ashley as the two still awake. And I just feel like on those nights, they spend a frankly insane amount of hours forcing themselves to stay awake as they just talk. Bundled up under borrowed blankets and thankful for the darkness of whatever bedroom or livingroom they've crashed in for the night hiding tired yet utterly besotted smiles and completely enamored faces as they do their best to stay quiet so they don't wake anyone up, even as they can't stop giggling and laughing every couple of minutes. Just, like, taking about everything and nothing as they both selfishly not allow the other to go to bed, not wanting to put a stop to these oh so rare moments when it's quiet and soft and private. It's just *them*.

So they can't help but stay up way too late, until the point hits where they're both so overtired that their once carefully constructed and guarded filter starts to crumble and one or both of them is like seconds away from blurting out 'so I think I'm maybe in love with you.'

I've also decided that this is probably the closest that either of them get to actually saying anything about it, and yet it happens more often than either would like lmao. Like they probably get out the first couple of words before their brain finally catches up to their mouth and then they're making flustered and mortified excuses/realizations about how it's like 5 in the morning or something so they should definitely absolutely go to bed as they roll over and end whatever conversation they were having abruptly and seemingly out of nowhere lol.

And yet, when they get up grouchy and grumpy in the morning, you know that neither of them regret even a single hour of it 💖

(i am very sorry about this word vomit you are about to wake up to lol. Haven't been able to stop thinking of this for weeks cause I love how warm and gushy it makes me feel fhdkskdhdkshd)

There were a lot of downsides to Josh being a heavy sleeper - and 'a lot' meant a lot, the list running the gamut from the relatively harmless (e.g., having to find a way to wrestle your arm out from under his dead weight if you made the mistake of falling asleep in his general vicinity) to the downright torturous (e.g., the snoring) - but as the prince of horror taketh, so too did he giveth, at least in a sense.

Him being able to sleep through a mass extinction event meant they only had to pretend to whisper.

"It's really not all it's cracked up to be, y'know," Chris said, was saying, had been saying, the conversation about college life having long-since turned into something else by virtue of how many times they'd circled around it, turning it over and over again like a craggled rock thrown into a polisher until it became smooth, "I mean, don't get me wrong...there's a certain kind of beauty to just having to swipe your ID at the dining halls and not having anyone raise an eyebrow when you say, like, 'Why yes I do think I'll be having another burrito for breakfast, my good sir,' but...eh, sometimes I wish I was still here."

In the half-light of the basement, only the ambient glow of entertainment center lights there to cast a bluish cast about the place, he couldn't see Ashley so much as imagine her there, a faint rustle from the couch suggesting she'd rolled over or tugged her blanket up. "Awww," she teased, "sounds like someone's homesick, huh?"

That was one word for it, he guessed, though it wasn't quite the right one; neither was it the wrong one, it just...it was too vague, too open, too, too, too nonspecific, because 'homesick' meant you were missing home, but did it mean the same thing when the home you were missing was a person and not a place?

"Or maybe I just don't know how to function when you're not around to roll your eyes at me, you ever think of that?" he asked, and he smiled when she laughed, Chris did (because that, in a way, was its own sort of home, and another one he'd been sick for, if he was being honest), but he wished he could find courage enough in that darkness to admit aloud to her that he hadn't been joking at all - not even a little bit.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#love-fireflysong #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #until dawn #chrashley #askldfjslakdjf oh my GOD please do not apologize for this - now IM going to be thinking about this at all hours aksdjflaksjdf #thE WARM FUZZIES OF IT ALL!!!!!!

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b000mbayah · 3 years ago

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Bully itzy reaction to falling for their victim

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Requested: Yes

Request: hi! i wanted to request a bully itzy reaction to falling for the victim? thank you have a great day/night!!

Bully blackpink reaction to falling for their victim

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^I'd assume it's alright to @ you, I can remove if needed :I

Note: I got really tired towards the end, I'll proof read it someday so be aware of any mistakes!! :/

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Yeji

Limping through the door was a struggle, even with the help of your well known bully, Hwang Yeji.

Her arms were wrapped carefully around your waist as yours were around her pale neck, resting upon her clothed shoulder.

With jelly legs made of fragile muscles, you manage to sit on an unoccupied chair, a mirror just off to your right. There's no nurse here, just an empty medical room with you and Yeji. She can do as she pleases, she could easily make your current condition worse.. but she chooses not to. Thankfully.

However, the further action of her letting out a sigh of frustration was a clear indication that she disliked the situation, her thoughts being the polar opposites of what they normally are. "Can you take your shirt off?"

Too baffled to respond to such a request, you stay silent, your mouth hung slightly open in a state of confusion. Why was she so polite with her words? Why was her voice so… soft? Why does she want you to take your shirt off?

"Hey, take it off now" she demands, her normal mood taking its place upon the controls inside her mind.

You reach down, squirming as you slowly unbutton your plain white shirt, mandatory for the schools uniform policy. Your blazer was already discarded off to the side somewhere unknown to you as of now.

Actually sliding your arms out of the sleeves was the worst part, being able to feel the fabric rub and scrape against the cuts and bruises that occupy your once clear skin.

The scraping of a chair and the just about noticeable presence of someone behind you had your hairs stand on end. The sight of Yeji in the mirror made you nervous for some reason, what she is doing right now doesn't have a negative label on it so why are you still scared?

Her eyes scan your black and purple back, the amount of times her and her group of "friends" have shoved you into walls, lockers and even other people must've been the cause of your back issue. For the rest of your body, those were probably just from the casual beatings.

Upon a further expectation of your back, she talks with her lip stretched between her pearly teeth "Does this hurt?"

The feeling of light pressure being added to one of the dark patches had made you wince in pain "Yeah, very" you managed to get out, still staring at her, using the mirror as she hangs her head.

Even though she's trying to do something abnormally generous, she's still sat, embarrassment flooding her face as she uses her dark locks of hair to shield her face as they act like curtains, hiding the only true beauty of the school.

Normally you wouldn't even dare to compliment Yeji, but with the way she's acting right now, you can't help but do so. You'll regret it later, probably.

The moment Yeji looks up, you capture her stare in the stainless mirror, her eyes interlocking with yours. Her eyes held meaning, a new meaning you've yet to see from her.

They carried something you longed for, they felt warm for the first time ever..

You had somehow spent a few minutes like this, just staring at each other, forgetting your forever lasting hatred for each other.

"Y/n.. I-I'm so-" suddenly, the door bursts open, making you both jump in surprise.

"Sorry I'm late" the nurse huffs and puffs "I was helping another student" she pauses to gulp down pockets of whatever air she could get "It's hot on that field" she complains.

The nurse was sweating too much, too much for a single human anyway. It made her look icky to touch, like her skin would stick to your own, as if it was a melting slime.

"You're dismissed now miss Yeji" she smiles at her "you may get back to your classes now, I've got it from here"

You could clearly see the scowl forming on Yeji's face as she complies, standing and heading to the door.

"So y/n, let's have a look at what you've got for me today" the nurse chuckles, yes, you see her that often because of her, the person that had just tried to help you.

Before you could respond though, all you could see was Yeji as she stops at the door, taking one last look at you before leaving, looking both guilty and innocent at the same time.

Lia

The spring breeze was awakening to all, the cool, crisp air fills the atmosphere with such delight that it makes the bees dance, the birds sing and the butterflies flutter. The trees are growing their well deserved leaves back as they continue to grow and live for many centuries yet to come.

The park was filled with people of all sex, race, and religion, it was a place for all, and no one could ever get mad while spending their time within the parks grounds.

It was magic, no fights nor arguments have ever gone down here, this place was to be filled with positivity and positivity only. No one had ever dared to go against that, there was no reason to.

This was the heart of your small town, a well treasured heart that contained a playground for the younger ages of this world.

The rather large play place is made of mostly wood and ropes held together by heavy bolts and screws, allowing even adults to play with their children on the structures provided.

That's where you are right now, that's what you're doing. You're playing pirates with your younger sister and brother, twin pirates that sail the seven seas, or as they call it, the seven seals.

Unfortunately enough for you though, you always had managed to capture the eyes of many who idealise their eldest child to act more caring like you. Though, you had captured someone different today, someone who preferred to watch in awe as they smile sweetly at you, something they'd never normally do.

"Captain! Look!" Your small bean of a brother yells, pointing off to some trees, a grin spreading across his face as he does so.

"What? What is it, my dear squashbuckler?" You stupidly respond, pretending not to know their plans.

"Ha! Got you!"your sister jumps out of nowhere, her styrofoam sword pointed at your back, holding you captive upon the deck, just beside the ship's railing

"Huh?! That's not fair~" you whine, turning with your hands up above your head, your eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

"Too bad!" They both laugh, urging you to move right, keeping the sword pointed at you like a trained gun. "Now you shall walk the plank!" Your brother yells in excitement, clapping his tiny hands as he bounces in his place.

"Now, turn and walk three steps out" he speaks, a fake aggressive tone filling his squeaky voice. Taking three steps forward was no issue. The wooden board used as a plank was only a few inches above the actual ground.

"Jump, I dare you" you sister laughs, her arm stretching out even more just to bring the sword closer to you. You do as she orders, taking yet another step as you "slip" and "fall" off of the plank…

However, you do actually slip, a small squeal leaving your mouth as you expect to hit the dirt covered surface that lays beneath you.. but that never came. Opening your eyes, you could see Choi Jisu, otherwise known as Lia.

You panic and squirm, trying to unleash yourself from whatever hold she had on you. That wasn't going all too well though. Having someone supporting you, stopping you from falling was a plus, she could drop you at any given moment and just walk away, but she doesn't do that, instead, she helps you back to your feet.

"What are you doing here?" You dust yourself off, ignoring the giggling twins behind you.

"Just walking by and I happened to see you playing with two kids" she smiles and it wasn't fake this time, something about it was realistic, like she had actually meant it this time.

"Y/n~" your sister calls, wiggling her eyebrows "is that your girlfriend?" Her twin joining in on the eyebrow action just to annoy you.

Though, it doesn't make you annoyed, it makes you unwillingly flustered and by the look of it, Lia too. Her face was worse than your own, her entire face was dyed a fresh pigment of raw red as she covers her squeezed shut eyes. It was cute.. Wait what?

"I don't hear a no, is it?" Your brother teases even more. "So it must be a yes! Oh please play with us y/n's girlfriend!" By the time Lia had managed to look back up, she couldn't look you in the eye.

Hours went by and soon enough, you had to go home with nothing but memorable moments, oh and obviously each other's phone numbers..

It miraculously made Lia uncover hidden feelings she's been unsure off for a while now. She had thoughts of liking you, but now she's certain. Watching you play with your siblings was enough to make her heart explode, but being a part of it… that is another story to tell on a brighter day.

Ryujin

Her footsteps were to never be unheard, her loud stomps seemed to echo on forever as the heels of her school shoes collided with the hardened flooring. Her heavy glares were directed at everyone and anyone, forcing them to move out her way at such speeds that everyone knew exactly what was to come.

She had recently received much information about your situation. Ryujin had been titled as the crown predator of this school. If someone dared to give her a small push, they'd be shaking hands with death... figuratively.

But no one seems to understand what Ryujin owns anymore. No one can pick on you, no one but her at least. It's an unofficial rule that no one has seemed to acknowledge just yet, and it's fueling her empty tanks- engaging her inner beast with the outside.

A sight of such, your face getting punched in by some incompetent girl, she knew so much of nothing.

Ryujin was quick to rest her hand upon the beater's shoulder, making her turn to face the hand's owner in rage.

"What are yo-" she stops herself from speaking, her face morphing from an angered to a petrified look. "R-Ryujin" she gulps so loud that even those in the back of the crowded area could hear.

"The one and only" Ryujin snickers, pushing the girl up against the locker, her shoulder resting against yours. The sound of her spine indenting the lockers door wasn't pleasant, but no one stepped in, no one ever dares to mess with Ryujin when she's like this.

Watching her groan out in pain was much to Ryujins delight, it felt right too. She always gets a guilty pang hit her gone soft heart when doing such acts to you.

Having taken such responsibility over the situation, she was much more lost than usual, your bully had never really beaten anyone else up, and for what? For you? Her her emotions?

She was willing to risk her reputation of picking on you only to dispose of this girl's mind, she'd have her apologising by the end of this. Whether she does it the easy or hard way is another thing.

A jab to the girl's stomach was appointed with unappealing cries, the force knocking her back into the locker once again. The punch had forced all energy out of her body, her knees instantly failing as she falls in pain.

Ryujin may look slim and petite, but she was truly stronger than many anticipated. "Why?" She coughs out, looking up at the girl carrying out such a protective act.

"Apologise.. Now" Ryujin demanded, a wave of gasps filling the air as she speaks. This was truly the most unexpected thing people have ever seen, forget all those movies with unexplainable plot twists, this was the best one yet. Best part is, they get to live in the moment too, witnessing it in person and not from behind some TV screen.

"No" she refuses, earning a powerful kick to her upper abdomen. "Do it" Ryujin demands yet again, her words coming out with more pent up aggressiveness this time.

She watched the girl intensely, her lips strictly straightened as her eyes bored glazed daggers into the other students skull "I don't have all day"

"Y/n, I'm.. sorry" she speaks, lying, lies filling her supposedly sincere apology. It was an empty sentence, a feeling of apathy made itself well known upon everyone at the scene. "Say it like you mean it"

Watching the girl from your view was enough to make you feel nauseous, looking down made your head spin, your legs weakening too. "I'm sorry y/n" her voice was somewhat more truthful, earning a satisfied hum from the prime predator here.

Although Ryujin was focusing on the apology, she was more focused on you as you slowly but surely lose balance, your legs going in and out of locking and unlocking, buckling and not.

Thankfully, Ryujin was able to catch you before you were actually able to join the useless girl on the floor, her entire body going limp in her embrace as you faint. The pain was too much for you to handle.

The way Ryujins heart quickened when she felt your soft skin rub against her own, the fact that you trusted her as you fell upon her, going unconscious somewhere between the fall and actually landing on her, made her feel extremely different.

Her face blushing at her new found crushing. She won't admit it, not now, not ever, but she thinks she's fallen for you whilst you've quite literally fallen for her.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong was mindlessly walking, walking in a place where pipes leak, the murky sewage droplets spilling down the drain system. The infrastructure was old, this building held more history than the history text books themselves. This building has seen some stuff, but never a bully falling for their victim.

Chaeryeong's footsteps seemed to echo throughout the school's derelict hallways, no life to be seen at this unholy hour.

It was nearing night and any hope of the sun staying for any longer had dissipated by this point.

The schools hallways glowed an ominous grey, the lights failing to do their job correctly. The schools budget has plumaged over the past few years, the place runs off of whatever support it can get.

Both teachers and parents fear that the school is on its last set of legs, failing to meet the average standard for the school inspection scheduled for tomorrow morning.

Chaeryoung couldn't help but think about it as she walks alone on the upper floors. Where would she go to study? Will her friends be with her? Will you be there too?

Why was she even thinking about you? Chaeryeong shakes her head, sighing as she arrives at her classroom. Though, something caught her eye.

There was a mysterious figure sitting at one of the desks, studying away into the night with books piled up around them like mountains of raw knowledge.

Opening the door, the figure looked up in curiosity. Chaeryeong stood still after that, gulping down whatever nervous state that had washed over her for a few seconds there.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" She'd smile sweetly, walking over to your messy desk. She'd take note of you edging away from her as she gets closer. Does she really have that much of a negative impact on you to make you back away..

You gesture towards the textbooks all over your desk and even the ones on the neatly swept floor. It was obvious, her question was pointless.

"Why are you here so late?" She asks nother, watching your eyes focusing on your book as you're quick to scribble down whatever notes you could get from your readings.

Despite you writing so fast, your notes were still rather neatly kept. "What time is it?" You respond, her voice smothered in a rather nervous emotion.

"Almost ten…" she trails off, her gut tightening at the scaresome look that seems to be wildly sprawling along your face. Your panic was clear as day, your hands quick to pack up the books you've selected to read from.

"What are you doing?" Chaeryeong asks, her eyebrows knitted together out of a lack of knowledge. Despite her questioning, she got nothing in return, only your rushed movements met her sight.

"I need to go" You're quick to leave the room, but not quick enough for Chaeryeong to grab your wrist before you could flee the hallway.

"What do you mean, why are you in such a rush?" With this many questions, it truly felt illegal. The reason you need to leave was yet unknown to Chaeryeong.

"Please, let go" you squirm, her grip tightening with an intense glare sent your way.

"No, tell…" she stops speaking as the school system closes all lights, locking all doors automatically as if this was a lockdown drill "Me.."

Being afraid, you Instantly nuzzle yourself into Chaeryeongs sweet scented body, her soft hoodie welcoming you with comfort. You have a fear of the dark..? You could've just said so.

The sheer shock that had emerged from within Chaeryeong had caused her to wrap her arms around you, bringing you closer to her, if that was even possible at this point.

It was an instinct she had learnt with her sister, she too was afraid of the exact same thing. Even once she realised what she was doing, she, for some unknown reason, refused to let go. It seemed to bring her comfort as much as it did for you.

You stayed like that until the light of dawn, a thousand and one missed calls from both your parents.

You had sworn to never talk of this, like it's a forbidden memory. Though, that doesn't stop Chaeryeongs mind from wandering back to the moment, reliving it as she basks in rejoice.

That was the night she realised she liked someone other than herself.

Yuna

Walking into your bedroom was setting a heavy feeling upon her shoulders, it was like she was weight lifting in some weird way. The awkward atmosphere had already settled in and she hadn't even spoken to you yet, let alone sat in the spare chair preserved for her.

She's only here for tutoring. She wouldn't be here otherwise, she'd rather be anywhere but here if she was being honest… well almost anywhere, she wasn't about to go into the boys changing rooms, those stank up the entire changing block.

Once Yuna had finally parked herself in the previously unoccupied chair, she huffs, leaning forwards, already bored out of her mind.

"You've been in here for two minutes, stop huffing" you offer her a smile, pulling out and opening a notebook. "Write as I speak" she nods to your words, somewhat paying attention to you.

You started at a slowish pace, a pace she could keep up with, adding small bullet points and long paragraphs to the notebook's naked pages.

Your questions, answers and explanations were all too much, it all sounded like gibberish to her, her half asleep mind was somewhere else as you proceed to excel in the hour session.

"Yuna?" You click your fingers, noticing her lack of movement as she stares at the wall beside you "pay attention" you give her face a light poke, something you never thought you'd ever do to someone of such superiance.

"Indeed" Yuna mumbles, still not moving all too much "yes" she speaks, a hum following that too. It's as if she's put herself on airplane mode.

"Yuna?!" You raise your voice, finally snapping her out of whatever kind of daydream that was. "What?" her voice is stern and strong, her eyebrows tilting down from the point, her face changing to make her look slightly angrier than normal.

"I'm sorry for wanting to help you miss failing English" you roll your eyes, as does she. You were just stating a true point, no problems with that..

It's her fault she is here, she could've easily been out with her football buddies, practicing for whatever next championship they have coming up, but no. Yuna had to let her grades fall in multiple subjects, English being the main one.

It wasn't her problem at first, until she got suspended until further notice, that's when she became desperate for any help possible, but now it seems as if she doesn't want the generously gifted help.

"Fine, I'll listen then. Happy, your royal highness?" her words sounded just about as plastic as a barbie doll, fake and overused. She says that every time she comes to get tutored at your house.

She never follows through with her words though. That's what made it a miracle when she had decided to actually start listening in, focusing on the words you were saying as she jotted it down in the notebook you've provided her with.

It was easier this way, she understood more as time went on, you got to finally just help her without getting interrupted and she managed to have a genuine conversation or two with you.

She had found out what kind of person you actually were, how you possessed knowledge that she could only dream of having, and how you aspired to gain more. It caused Yuna to be starstruck at how intelligent you are.

"Our lesson comes to an end here" You smile, packing away the equipment and papers that occupied your average sized desk. As happy as you were, you were also sad. You could finally relax, but you also can't help someone who was finally beginning to understand it all.

"Thank you y/n" she smiles back, picking up her bag as she stands, the notebook you gave her in her hand "I'll be sure to revise tonight" you nod, no longer ashamed to be tutoring someone so stubborn.

"I look forward to our next meeting, take care" Yuna bids her goodbye, seeing herself out as you were too occupied cleaning the mess you two had managed to make in the span of an hour.

In that time, Yuna proved two things to herself.

One. She learnt that she can really do anything if she really gives it her all.

Two. She learnt that she could possibly have feelings for you...

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 3 years ago

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heyyyy! can i ask for mona,rosaria and ei x reader in modern au and going to a theme park with them? have a good day

Visiting a theme park with them

characters: Mona/Rosaria/Ei x gn!reader (seperate)

A/U: Modern

warnings: english isn't my first language so there might be some mistakes

a/n: This is the first time I ever wrote for Rosaria so I probably got her a bit wrong. I hope that the rest makes up for it, but there might be some mistakes since I'm honestly lacking motivation right now and am a little bit tired.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Mona

Mona didn’t like theme parks, they were childish and she was far too old to sit herself into something like a roller-coaster. Or at least that was what she told you about them. In reality the only things stopping her from spending an entire day at a theme park, were her pride and usual money-issues. The latter of the two problems was swiftly dealt with, when you asked her to visit one, but her pride needed more convincing. Mona only relented, when you managed to phrase your offer well enough.

Mona and you spent the last three hours riding different roller-coaster and visited all kinds of attractions, but whenever you asked her if she was enjoying herself, she vehemently denied you ‘groundless accusations’ and put on an act of not liking anything around you. At least until she got distracted by something and quickly forgot about it, visibly having fun.

When the two of you eventually decided to leave, you had to carry around an oversized teddy-bear to the car. Officially you got it because you wanted to, but you were sure that once you got home, the bear would somehow find itself in Mona’s arms, not that you minded, you weren’t the biggest fan of plushies anyway.

“Thanks for coming with me Mona. I had a lot of fun today, I hope you did too”, you said while quickly glancing to her, before staring back on the road.

“Why would I have fun at a theme park? That place is for children, you can count yourself lucky to have a girlfriend that’s tolerant about your weird hobbies”, she put on her act again, crossing her arms and looking away from you.

“Are you saying that I’m weird?”, you faked being hurt and noticed how quick Mona’s attitude changed.

“W-what? No, how did you come to that conclusion?”, she quickly back-paddled.

“But you said that my hobbies were weird and you didn’t have fun”, you continued your act, causing her to blush in shame.

“I lied, okay? I had a lot of fun, I just didn’t want to admit it”, she said, only to start glaring at you angrily when she saw the smug on your face.

“You lied! I can’t believe you made me say that!”, she shouted in a half angry, half betrayed voice, while her red became even redder, this time out of embarrassment and rage. All you could do was continue to smile and try to weather her punches against her shoulder, thanking god you hadn’t started the car again yet.

Rosaria

Due to her working in the night, Rosaria woke up late and fell asleep in the morning which meant, that thinks like theme parks weren’t really available for her. She would either have to go to one first thing in her morning or when she was already tired. Not that it bugged her that much, since not being able to go to theme park probably was on the bottom of the list of things that she regretted not being able to do because of her night-shifts.

Seeing you awake for just a few hours a day was something that infuriated her more, so when you offered to go to a theme park while Rosaria had holidays, she accepted. And even though she wasn’t that thrilled about the different attractions, she couldn’t help but get warm when she saw how much you enjoyed yourself.

Eventually the park was closing for the day and both you and Rosaria walked back to your apartment. Being within walking distance of a theme park and not being able to visit it with the person you loved had always bugged you, so today you were able to check of another activity of your to-do list.

“I hope you had at least some fun. I know that you aren’t the biggest fan of theme parks, so you coming with me means a lot to me”, you stated with a smile before grabbing Rosaria’s hand.

“It was okay, I guess”, she answered before you took up speed.

“That’s good to hear, now how about we hurry up a little, there’s this show airing today and I want to show it to you.”

When you overheard Ei mention that she had never been to a theme park, you couldn’t believe your ears. Your city had a huge one that you often visited when you were a child, so hearing that she never did the same irritated you. When you asked her for the reason, she nonchalantly stated, that she simply didn’t see a reason to and so you promptly gave her one by inviting her to accompany you.

Ei trailed you behind everywhere, and since she didn’t have any ideas, what the different attractions were, she rarely suggested going anywhere. The only exception being a store offering sweets. When you had showed her everything you wanted to, the two of you decided to head home. And while most of the walk home was done in a comfortable silence, Ei suddenly spoke up when your home was within the range of vision.

“I have to say, it was surprisingly enjoyable”, her sentence caused a large smile to appear on your face and you ran slightly in front of her, only to turn around to face her.

“That’s good to hear, because there’s still a lot of things I want to show you”, you promised her with a voice far too lively for how late it was.

“Then I’ll stick around and let you show me”, she answered before showing you a small but genuine smile.

#genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #baal x reader #ei x y/n #ei x you #mona x you #mona megistus #genshin mona #mona x reader #rosaria x reader #rosaria

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atsumiye · 3 years ago

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um, wrong number?

summary: on a night out, atsumu manages to get his next flings number. written on a flimsy napkin, they scribble a cute “call me” and their number. however, the next morning atsumu realizes the last few digits are smudged. with his superb guessing skills, he manages to guess the last 3 digits….or what he thinks is the 3 digits. so what happens when atsumu texts y/n some raunchy messages? he gets called a pervert.

masterlist ll seven ll eight ll nine

“Eichi, keep an eye out. This place is packed and I don't want to be here longer than I have to.” Akiko says as she pulls out a compact mirror to check her makeup and hair. She pulls out her lipstick and glides it across her lips and smacks her lips together. Brushing her fingers through her hair to fix any stray strands, she slams the mirror shut before placing it back in her purse.

“I'm not leaving without his number.” She says as she turns her head to look at Eichi.

Eichi gives her a small nod as she stretches her neck to look above the large crowd and around the neutral colored restaurant, before she spots a flash of bright blonde.

“I think I see him, he's towards the back with a group of guys.” She points her finger in the direction as Akiko starts to walk to the back.

She plasters a large grin on her face before she giggles out an, “Atsumu!”. The players he's speaking to look at her before turning back to Atsumu. She places her hand on his shoulder and tilts her head to meet his eyes.

“Hello…” he mumbles to her while looking back to his teammates with a questioning look.

“How have you been, baby? You never texted me so I sent you a dm but you never responded.” She bats her eyelashes at him as she looks at his confused expression.

After a few beats of silence, Atsumu's eyes widen, “Oh yer Akizo, right?”

She huffs before fake laughing, “Close, Akiko.”

“But you do remember me after all? What happened to sending me a message?”

“Ah sorry, had some….issues with the number. It was good to see ya again I guess” rubbing the back of his neck, he nods his head before he turns back towards his team members. All his team members look between the two, angry that Atsumu might be causing more problems. He remembers how his PR team begged him to not cause anymore drama- that he argued he doesn't purposely start- before the start of the new season, so he chooses to ignore the girl hanging onto him.

And he can't ignore the way his heart feels a bit weird as his mystery girl pops into his head.

Akiko huffs and she clings to his arm and brings a hand to rest on his chest, noticing the way a few people begin to pull out their phones and whisper to each other. She leans into his ear as she whispers, “Your causing a scene baby, let's exchange numbers again hm? This time, you give me your number”, she pauses dropping the smile on her face slightly, “and I'll send you a text.”

He looks down at her before placing his hand out to grab her phone and type his number in. She grabs the phone back and says “Let me just make sure it's right” she types a quick message and hearing his phone ding, sighs in satisfaction. “Make sure to answer when I text.” She flashes him a small smile and walks away towards the exit, Eichi quickly bows her head towards the table as she walks after Akiko.

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“Oh yer Akizo, right?” You turn your head towards Atsumu's loud voice noticing a pretty girl start to cling to him. You tsk and look back towards the plate Osamu hands you.

Before you take it, Osamu looks down at you and says “It's been three weeks since he texted you right?” You nod as he continues, “You know, there hasn't been a single day where he hasn't talked about you. Don't be jealous.”

You gasp and give him a disgusted look, “I'm not jealous! He doesn't even know my name, I just think she's a bit...weird. And I thought that the name sounded familiar to the girl he was originally supposed to text. That's all.” You snatch the plate from his hand as he begins to smile. You roll your eyes as you walk to the table, “Jealous! That's ridiculous.” You shake your head before approaching the table.

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As the last customer walks out of the door, Osamu points to the door and tells you to turn the open sign to close. Flipping the sign and pulling down the blinds you loudly sign, “You know Osamu, you may regret hiring me but I regret accepting the job. My feet hurt.” You begin to pout before Meian comes behind you and flicks the back of your head, “Stop complaining.” You bring your hand to place it over where he flicked you and stick your tongue out at him.

“Osamu, let me know what you want me to help with.” Meian says as he begins to yawn.

“No, go home. Not only are you tired but if you stay here you'll use it against me or ask for some of my paycheck or something.” You smirk at him as he and Osamu begin to laugh. “She's right Meian, I can drive her home.” Osamu tells him as he begins to pull out a bucket of water to wipe down tables.

“Fine” he nods towards Osamu before turning towards you, “Text me that you got home safe okay?” he pulls you into a hug before ruffling your hair.

You brush down your hair and nod with a grin. “Drive safe okay?”, he smiles as he yells out a ‘goodnight’.

You turn back towards Osamu to grab a towel to start cleaning, “Y/N, after you are done with the tables, just wait here for a few minutes. Atsumu is bringing extra products from the other restaurant so he might come in.” You smile and nod as you begin to to wipe everything down and Osamu walks into his office to close the registers for the night.

Twenty minutes later, the door opens revealing an annoyed Atsumu.

“Samu! The traffic was horrible, I'm never helpin' ya again!” he yells and you begin to laugh. He turns his head to you, “Yer Y/N, right? The new girl he hired.” You nod and you can't help the smile that grows on your face at the mere fact he has no idea, “Yeah I am, it's nice to meet you Atsumu.”

“Same here.” he places the giant box on the floor behind the register as he comes back out and stares at you for a few seconds. “Yer a girl right?” you look down at yourself and meet his eyes to say “Sure?”

He drags a chair across the floor and places it in front of you, sitting backwards on the chair.

“I've got a question for ya.” You nod, allowing him to ask.

“So, how would I get a girl to tell me who she is?”

“Sorry? What does that even mean?” you furrow your eyebrows trying to decipher what he is trying to ask.

“Basically, I'm texting this girl. She knows who I am because we got mutual friends or somethin but I don't even know her name. We have spoken every day for almost four weeks and I know nothing about her.”

Osamu walks out of the office towards the two of you smiling to himself, “You forgot the best part, Tsumu. Ya sent her a nude as yer first message to her.” You and Osamu laugh as Atsumu drops his head in his hands.

“I've told ya and her that it was a mistake. Plus she moved on from it.”

You smile at him as you say, “Well, maybe she will come around. Just be respectful of the boundaries she has set up. You skipped quite a few steps by sending a nude the first time you spoke, so be understanding of that. Who knows, maybe soon she will want to tell you who she is.”

Osamu widens his eyes before smirking, “Why Tsum, ya got a crush on her?”

You feel your face heat up as Atsumu looks at the floor. “Shut up, Samu!”

Osamu smiles looking at your reactions before he says, “Alright lets get ya home Y/N. Meian will kill me if I get ya home too late.”

You both begin to stand up as Atsumu says, “Thanks for the advice.”

“Anytime. I hope it works out for you guys.” You smile at him as you all walk out of the restaurant.

chapter eight- don't be jealous

riya's notes:

- i wholeheartedly believe that osamu doesn't talk with his kansai dialect until he gets around atsumu

- akiko did a lot of research into atsumu in the past few weeks, so she knew he probably wouldn't want a ton of people looking at him or to cause a scene

- y/n doesn't know if she likes atsumu, what she does know is that she cares about him a lot

- atsumu is currently planning ways to win his mystery girl over

- osamu knows his brother really well, he knows how he feels and he found it hilarious he was asking y/n how to talk to y/n....

- y/n texted meian right as she got home but he was already asleep

- pls let me know your thoughts <3333

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 4 years ago

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I blame you sunshine anon for this sin I'm committing.

Armin having a crush on you while you're with Eren hc

{ Armin x reader, implied Eren x reader | tw:possessive tw:unhealthy-friendships, tw:lowkey-toxic tw:jealousy | pinning, angst, drama, thirst | modern }

{ "The pool by the garden gate" by Thomas Edwin Mostyn 1864-1930 }

You met outside the library, he's was looking forward to relaxing after a long day with his new stack of books he just checked out, too lost in his own daydreams that he didn't see where he was going when bumping into you.

Quick to apologise, he helped you up. Instead of getting mad you chuckled at his clumsiness after he explained what caused him to not pay attention, and for some reason the sound of your laughter made his heart just beat a bit faster.

Summoning all the courage he's been building up, he invited you to the nearby cafe, his treat.

Armin doesn't do well with strangers nor small talk but by whatever miracle, talking to you at that cafe didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Listening to you talk about the weather while sipping on his strawberry milkshake was actually quiet nice, your voice was quiet nice.

He thought you were quiet nice and lovely.

The two of you ended up exchanging numbers after that, he went home that day with a little more bounce to his steps and a little more curl to his smile.

You ended up texting all night. And by the end of the week, you've managed to keep a streak of daily texts and calls despite your busy schedule. He listened to every voice message, he reread every sweet text, he admired every picture you sent.

And by the second week, the two of you agreed to meet again. So he took you to the nearby beach, you had a nice walk, collected some really pretty seashells and shared an ice cream and he was enjoying every second of it.

By the third week, you called him at 3am for a really important reason. He listened to you despite how tempting sleep was, he was understanding and compassionate, he managed to relate to your worries and calm them at the same time.

Despite it being around 5am when the call ended, he found himself not really minding it or even bothered by it, because it was you.

And by the end of the month, when the two of you drove to a farm to pick up fruits together, he realised how deeply in love with you he has fallen.

You couldn't look more perfect under the sun with a basket full of strawberries if you tried. You looked like an angel in his mind.

He was in love, and every thing you did together just made him fall more and more for you.

You went on walks together, he got you into playing chess and you introduced him to your hobbies.

Hanging out with him was the most comfortable, you'd listen to music while each of you did their own thing. Maybe even watch a murder mystery movie or two after and trying to guess who the killer is together.

Day by day it only got better, it was going good..no scratch that, it was going great actually. He's never felt so in rhythm with someone before, so comfortable to be his true self while still trusting you wouldn't judge him.

So he decided to push things to the next level, he wanted you in his life and to tell you how he felt. It's been three months since you've met and so far you've showed nothing but green flags.

That's when he decided to confess, but before that he had to introduce you to his friends, the most people he cares about in one room! What could possibly go wrong?

Everything, apparently.

More specifically, introducing you to Eren, the biggest mistake of his life.

Because instead of the usual teasing Armin would get for being late to his friend's house or texting them less frequently, It was Eren getting the teasing.

The only difference is, Eren had no shame, he didn't feel a need to justify himself for hogging all your time, for ditching the plans he makes with Mikasa and Armin just because you called.

If anything Eren had all the audacity to pull you to sit beside him whenever they hang in a group, or to just casually wrap his hand around your shoulder, even interrupting your conversations with Armin just so he can tell a joke to make you laugh.

And that turned into Eren being the one driving you back home despite Armin bringing you here.

Somehow and for whatever reason, Eren seemed to latch on to you. Taking you to movies, late night drives with him, even introducing you to his mom.

Armin likes to think the best of his friends, and Eren is his childhood friend, even his first ever friend. So you can't blame him for hoping Eren would read between the lines and take a fucking hint.

Eren had to know, he had to. But he's a good friend, he wouldn't steal someone Armin made it clear he's interested in right.

....right?

1am, Armin has been sitting up in bed for a while, he can't sleep. The project he's been working on is doesn't want to work out right and Armin is slowly losing patience with the deadline creeping over.

He doesn't even realise how long he's been lost over-thinking in his head till the laptop's screen turns black and goes into sleep mode, he stares at his tired reflection.

He feels lost and stuck at the same time, he closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind.

You pop into his mind, he glances at the phone for a good minute before dialling your number.

It rings, and rings, he's getting anxious.

It's alright, he tells himself, this isn't the first time he called you late at night, you actually called him at really late times too so what is he stressing about.

Why is there a feeling of dread in his chest.

The ringing stops, you pick up and for a second he seems to light up a bit.

except it wasn't you who picked up the phone.

It was Eren, answering him from your phone, sounding like he just woke up.

At 1am.

And it was Eren walking around with hickies on his neck the next day.

Armin felt emotions he never thought he'd ever feel towards his best friend when he got out of the shower that day, marks and hickies littering his skin.

Very, very ugly emotions.

Mikasa asks what is Eren getting ready for when he begins dressing up fancier than usual. "Date with y/n" was all he said before leaving

Armin still swears Eren looked at him with a knowing look just before he left.

He tried to reason with himself that it probably wouldn't last long, Eren is either messing with him intentionally or it's just a fling that's taking too long right?

...right?

It's been 6 fucking months, Armin has been counting.

And you're still with Eren, and he's still just as clingy and possessive as when you first met. Apparently the honeymoon phase wasn't a phase because he still insists you only sit near him, he still acts like you're the only two in the room with little regard to what's socially appropriate.

Armin internally cringes whenever Eren wraps his arm around your waist, or puts his hand on your thigh.

His stomach turns whenever Eren whispers something in your ear, his fingers dig in his palm whenever you look away flustered and slighly red after that.

He's not jealous, he tells himself while scrolling through the third picture Eren posted of you on his story, you're laying on his bed, his head on your thighs as he looks at the camera with smug eyes.

Armin almost cracks his phone screen.

"It was supposed to be me" he thinks each time Eren pulls you for a kiss simply because he felt like it.

It was supposed to be him surprising you with a gift on valentine's day, it was supposed to be him kissing your neck after getting a little too drunk, and now it's Eren doing it instead.

It was supposed to be him...it was never supposed to be Eren, it's not fair, he knew you first.

It was supposed to be beach trips and funfair dates, it was supposed to be reading books together and watching mystery movies, just you and Armin.

Not fucking Eren.

why, why would this happen to him? He was going to confess to you, he even prepared a letter and date plans and everything.

It's not fair how much it hurts, how much he misses you.

He knew you first, he wanted you and goddammit he still does even with you dating his bestfriend, he still wants you with every part of his body and mind.

And it eats him up at night, the guilt and bad thoughts of knowing just how wrong it is to wish Eren and you would just break up already, to wish he could just swoop in and take you from his arms.

It's a constant cycle of feeling high on love, feeling anger and then feeling the crushing guilt.

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serenityseventeen · 3 years ago

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Hoshi (권순영):

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“Human”

synopsis: Practice is finished but Soonyoung is still working hard and practicing because he's stressed. Minghao calls you to go and help him calm down, in hopes of reminding him that it's okay to take a rest.

genre: fluff, established relationship

characters: boyfriend!soonyoung x reader, ft. Minghao

a/n: I finished this yesterday but didn't post because I was tired... Surprisingly, I used Minghao for this fic too (I also used Minghao for my previous Jun fic) and now I can't help but imagine that this fic took place before the Jun fic lol (therefore the further reason why hoshi was salty in that fic)

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It was nearly 10 pm when you received a call from one of the SEVENTEEN members, Minghao, informing you about your boyfriend's condition.

You were getting ready for bed when the call came. You had already eaten dinner, showered, and changed into your pajamas. The vibration of your phone echoed through your lonely and quiet house, and to see the number belonging to a SEVENTEEN member aside from your boyfriend made you immediately pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N?”

“Yeah, it is. This is Minghao, isn't it?”

“Yeah, it's Minghao. Sorry to bother you so late at night but I was wondering if you could come to our practice room? Sorry again...”

“The practice room? Is something wrong?”

“Well, Soonyoung hyung is a bit stressed about the comeback. He's been overworking himself regarding the choreography of the title track and I think it's going to take a toll on his health if he keeps this up.”

You listened intently, already changing out of your pajamas so that you could head over.

Minghao continued, “Whenever we tell him to stop for the day or scold him for practicing too hard, he always says he'll stop but ends up going at it for another 3 hours. He's still in the practice room now and I'm sure he's practicing singing with the choreography... He thinks the choreography is hard like everyone does but he's still practicing it like crazy and singing along too.”

You made your way to the front door and slipped on some shoes.

“Can you go and kind of...snap him back into reality? That he's human and he doesn't have to live with such god-like standards all the time?”

“Thanks, Minghao, for informing me. I'm on my way there. Is there anyone else there in the practice room aside from Soonyoung?” You asked, getting into your car. You could feel the chilly evening hair brush past your cold, still partially wet hair, giving you chills.

“No one else should be there...” You could hear Minghao sigh from the other line. “Thanks, Y/N. I'm sorry again for calling so late at night.”

When you arrived at the practice room, you were surprised because you could hear your boyfriend's voice from outside the practice room. His soulful voice as he sang, sounding out of breath but still somewhat stable, mixed with the taps and squeaks of his shoes echoed. From outside the practice room, you could feel his passion and greed for perfection.

You opened the door and angrily stomped toward Soonyoung, causing him to jump in surprise. Before he could ask why you were in the practice room so late at night, you ran into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your head against his chest.

You could hear the quick beating of his stressed heart. Soonyoung didn't even back away or ask about anything because he knew that what he probably needed most was a bit of silence and a big, warm, and sweet hug from you, the only person who was his healer.

“You can take a rest,” You said quietly, your voice muffled in his sweat-drenched shirt. “It's okay to take a rest. It's okay to take a break. It's okay to make mistakes. It's okay to be imperfect, so don't force yourself to practice so much and work so hard, okay?”

Soonyoung chuckled a bit. “It's really okay-”

You shut his lips with your hand, your eyes were desperate.

“You already work hard enough. The fact that you're imperfect is better than the fact that you are perfect! You aren't a god, Soonyoung, you're a human that I love, and I can't stand hearing from your members that you're overworking yourself and getting stressed when you should be sleeping at this time!” You slowly removed your hands from his mouth and took a small step back so that you could see him face to face. “I know you can never live a normal life as I do but I don't want you to live like this either. You're hardworking but you have to remind yourself that you have a limit.”

Soonyoung was quiet. He was stressed. He was so stressed over the fact that he couldn't sing right in a specific part of the dance. He was also stressed because he was going to end the new song and he had to bring out every last strength in him and make sure the audience felt his power. Soonyoung was also stressed that he couldn't perfect any of the two things he was stressed about.

Soonyoung couldn't help but look down, away from your beautiful eyes. He took a deep breath, finally realizing how much worry he probably caused his members for the past few days.

“Sorry,” He said.

You shook your head and brought your hands to his cheeks, lifting his face so that he could look at you directly.

“You don't have to be sorry. You had good intentions, it's just that you're overdoing it,” You replied softly, brushing your thumb against his soft cheeks. “Take a few deep breaths with me.”

Breathe in, breathe out.

Together, you both chased away his stress.

You smiled gently and pulled Soonyoung in for a hug, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“Make sure to get some rest today, okay?” You said.

Soonyoung held you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder, lifting you above the ground a little.

“Hold on, just a few more hours.”

You laughed and hugged him tightly as he spun you around.

You two were on your way out of the company. The night was cold and the moon looked sharply crescent.

Soonyoung had his hands clasped in yours as you two walked. He sniffled before saying, “Thanks, of course, you're always the best.”

You turned to look at him.

Soonyoung only looked ahead. “I feel a lot better now. If you didn't come to remind me of all those things, I think I would have passed out in exhaustion.”

“You shouldn't thank me, you should thank your members. They were really worried about you.”

Soonyoung smiled and dove in to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek before letting go of your hand.

“Thanks for walking me back to the dormitory. Your car is parked here, right?” Soonyoung smiled. He was walking backward and smiling beautifully. You couldn't help but stare with a slight smile growing on your face.

“Yeah,” You replied. “When you go back in, just go to sleep right away, okay?”

Soonyoung shook his head. “I'm going to watch my favorite drama first, I think it's airing soon.”

You laughed. “Alright, but make sure you wake up at noon tomorrow then.”

Soonyoung smiled brightly and waved goodbye to you as he continued walking inside the dormitory building. You walked back to your car, keeping an eye on him.

Soonyoung paused and turned back with another hearty smile. He waved with both of his hands again.

You couldn't imagine how painful it would be to not have that loving smile around.

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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saberstars · 3 years ago

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I'm Here

Pairing: Gender Neutral Y/N & Loki

Fluff, angst, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of depression/mental illness, epilepsy/seizures, mentions of sex, as always if I missed anything feel free to let me know

Summary: Loki & You have a pre-existing friendship with benefits & one night you have a seizure after some spiciness. He cares for you helping you afterwards & makes sure you rest easy & safe. Reader is portrayed to have seizures more so during changes in sleep phases, not awake. The wake seizures or more of a medium ish absence/ focal aware seizure that only occur on occasion & can be “fought” through.

Word Count: 1796

Notes: This was intended to be a gender neutral reader. I think I removed all he/she pronouns.

Additionally, I know that not everyone experiences seizures the same way, and that epilepsy can affect people differently. This is all written from my experiences with it, so I ask that you do not tell me I portrayed something wrong. I can and will accept constructive criticism, But I will not accept someone telling me blatantly that I am wrong with my experiences. Therefore please keep that in mind when reading. I genuinely hope this fic brings others comfort if you suffer from epilepsy or any disorder that causes seizures. Thank You <3

It’s been three years since you found out you suffered from epilepsy. A diagnosis that came late in your life to be fair. As a young child up until you reached adulthood, you suffered from eye shakes that would eventually turn into stuttering spells that made it difficult to breath or not breath properly at all. You never passed out though, you got close a few times, but you managed to stay awake and “fight it off.” You started to notice over time that you’d also get a strange taste in your mouth, almost like metal or as if you were sucking on a battery and it had that zing flavor. You knew that was a precursor and would panic on cue rightfully so. You hated when you had your mini stutter fests because all you could do was hope it didn’t happen.

Of course you complained to your parents as a child but they didn’t think it was anything. They said it was just a panic attack. So you took their word for it. That was until you started having grand mals in your sleep. At first you thought they were just a part of some strange dream, that wasn't real to you, not yet anyway. You would wake up exhausted, sore, sometimes unable to move properly, walk, open and close a fist, and you just overall couldn't stay conscious sometimes. Again you complained to your parents about it, but they said it was nothing. You probably had night terrors or some form of minor sleep paralysis. So you dumbly believed them.

When you moved out, You sought answers, and eventually got them. You were grateful. The medication they prescribed helped tremendously though, it did make you tired but it was worth not having your episodes. Thankfully your case wasn’t as severe as others and it was manageable so long as you took care of yourself and took your medications. Though you were warned, breakthroughs were common, and missing your dose can and would cause a seizure.

Despite having such a diagnosis, you kept it to yourself. You never really told anyone. It wasn’t until you started sleeping with a friend, that you finally divulged your secret too in the event that it ever happened whilst they were with you.

It was someone you randomly slept with on and off with. A friend with benefits, his name was Loki. You had met the god shortly after his father had passed and his home, destroyed. You found comfort with each other despite it being more of a sexual comfort. You both used sex as a way to fight your own demons, a distraction, a quick grab at serotonin. Despite the sex you both developed a very deep friendship. You’d read together on occasion, have very interesting debates on current events, history, as well as other nuances, and a lot of other things. You even met his brother and the avengers at one point.

You both slept soundly after spicy events had taken place 2 hours prior, Loki had come over desperate for attention of any kind. He didn’t say why, but you knew it was a rather serious topic he wished not to discuss and rather lessen the pain with ecstasy. Little did you know, on this day a few years ago he indirectly murdered his mother. He blamed himself dearly, he knew if he would have kept his mouth shut for once in his life she may be here today. So he needed a genuine distraction. One of any kind. Preferable you. Due to the spicy events that took place you missed your dose, due to falling asleep promptly after, which cost you dearly. Missing doses always caused this to happen no matter what.

You gasped for air like usual, your body contorting outwards first with a thrust. You were awake, conscious, and terrified for the few seconds you normally were given before blacking out. You began to stutter violently all the air leaving your lungs as it happened. Until no sounds were made and it was just you chattering. Loki woke immediately, with a completely calm exterior despite a raging mixture of emotions internally. He knew you never called an ambulance for these things because you were normally alone & unaware until you became conscious again. She made him promise to never call 911 unless it was over a certain time length, to save her medical expenses, or unless she stopped breathing for good.

Loki dare not touch you though as you shook and curled up. The last thing he wanted was his godly strength to crush you somehow or cause you more pain. Instead he watched and hovered until you finally stopped. It was a short 50 second one, which was under your time limit, but he still debated calling. It’s not like You would’ve known he lied.

His breathing hitched as he went to check your pulse and airway, ever so delicately, which were both clear and strong.

“Oh thank you.” he whispered

A few hours had slid by with still no response from you. Loki sat next to you, staring down at you, to the point where he would fight the urge to blink, waiting for a stir of some kind from you. He did give the courtesy of redressing you though, in a nightgown from a drawer after an hour slid past. He even went as far as ensuring that you were adequately covered by the blankets to avoid being chilled. It has been 3 ½ hours now, with no stir of any kind from you. He knew it would be awhile before you showed any signs of movement possibly but this worry tore him to his core. In the midst of waiting he refused to just idly go back to sleep next to you, he was determined to stay awake until you were conscious again, so that you knew, he stayed there waiting for you. Loki didn’t know when he found himself talking to you as if you were awake, but all he knew was that it made him feel a bit better, and he hoped that when you woke it would make you feel better too.

“You know, I’ve been reading this really dumb gothic romance novel. I think you’d like it because of how naive the girl is. I know you like to criticize and pick on how they make decisions.” he spoke with a chuckle in his voice thinking back to how you’d flail your arms and drop your book to scream about how dumb some main protagnist could be.

“I'll have to buy you a copy or give you mine when I’m done.” Loki shifted his weight from his right to his left brushing your bangs out of your eyes.

“I don’t know why you keep those so long, all they do is get in the way of your gorgeous eyes.”

It was in that moment you rustled, you shifted your neck ever so slightly, Your eyelids twitch. Loki leaned forward parting his lips as he watched with a heart of hope completely overwhelmed with joy when he saw the color of your iris’s. He exhaled a shaky breath cupping your cheeks which caused you to flinch sending a wave of shocks through your body. It was at that moment you knew. You knew what he saw, what he had gone through. Your heart sank and you immediately berated yourself internally despite your exhausted state.

“It’s ok you don’t have to say or do anything. I’ll stay, I’ll take care of you for as long as you need.” Loki assured you, wanting you to know that you didn’t have to go through this alone. You never really had anyone stay, let alone worry about you. Your eyes began to water as tears rolled down your face.

“I’ll go grab you some water, you’re probably parched. I’ll also grab you a banana. I read that potassium can help with the cramping.” Loki said leaving to yourself for a moment. He also grabbed tissues for your eyes and nose just in case. Upon returning her placed everything at your side offering help to sit up. “Do you need to use the bathroom or help sitting up?” He asked with a gentle tone.

You nodded trying to take a good deep breath so you could speak a bit. “I’m so sorry you had to see that… but thank you. Thank you for staying, for helping. I do need the bathroom and I would appreciate help. My legs are still...” you mustered out with all your might but after a point your tongue refused to work with you.

“Of course, I may be a monster but I’m not entirely cruel. If it helps… you can just think to yourself and I can listen that way. So that you're not struggling too much.” Loki admitted with a tone of self depreciation.

“You're not a monster just because you're different & have made mistakes.” you thought as Loki picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. Of course he placed you down on the toilet and waited outside for you to do what you needed. Since he had only added a nightgown to your previously naked body it made things easier. It was exhausting to just sit up and do everything but you pushed through. You even pushed yourself up and limped to the sink best you could to wash your hands. Upon hearing the faucet though Loki came back in standing behind you offering support if needed.

“Catch me~” you thought before falling back into his arms with a snort.

“You're lucky I have godlike reflexes you minx.” He replied with a hint of flirtation. You had used more than you had in you to wash your hand. Loki caught you obviously and carried you back to the room placing you back on the bed. “No, more like I knew you were ready to catch me.” you slowly thought as exhaustion tugged at your consciousness again. Loki noticed the pill bottle on your dresser before prompting you to take it. Instinctively opening it and sliding one into his hand.

“You should probably take this before you fall asleep.” You took it mentally saying thanks drinking the glass of water with it.

“Yeah that would probably help avoid some added breakdancing.” You joked trying to use humor to lighten the situation. Loki stared plain faced trying not to entertain your joke though, despite finding it secretly witty. Maybe he’d laugh at it when you felt a bit better. Soon after you began to dance between awake and sleep. Loki took note based on how your thoughts jumbled around between multiple things, laughing to himself a bit before minor intrusive fears began picking at you. Loki immediately jumped into action in an attempt to squash them soothing you a bit.

“You can sleep soundly, please get some rest. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake out of fear or guilt.” Loki spoke in the most caring and sweet tone he could muster up. Trying to convince you that it was going to be ok & it worked. Somehow you knew he was right & that you could trust him completely. You drifted back to sleep peacefully thinking about how for the first time in your life, you didn’t fear sleeping in your bed. You didn’t have intrusive thoughts about whether or not you’d wake up in the morning or not. Which honestly brought tears bubbling their way up and out of Loki's eyes. The amount of trust you had in him in your thoughts, at that moment completely took his breath away. And that was something he wasn’t going to break or ever lose.

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bringmebackdude · 4 years ago

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I Can't Quit You Baby

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Pairing: Slash x fem!Reader

Concept: Slash has been hooking up with a rich girl, but this time "no ties" starts to bother him.

Word count: 1,454

A/N: Actually I've been thinking about making a fic out of this one, haven't read or seen one like this with the guys and mixing a rich girl with Slash seems very interesting...(if you have, please let me know, I'm not trying to steal any content by mistake!)

(light smut, fluff)

His agitated body dropped next to hers, both chests going up and down from exhaustion and the heat that filled the considerably small room. Their bodies still felt the shivers of pleasure, there was a comfortable silence during the recovery. (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed looking for her bra, which she spotted right next to Pandora's tank, his snake, alongside her panties. It was a usual scavenger hunt for her clothes, she and Slash wouldn't care where they left their stuff when lust came between them. He lit a cigarette while watching his companion with a frown, slightly smirking seconds later when he laid eyes on the lightning-struck tattoo she had on her left buttock. "You're leaving already?"

"Wasn't two hours enough for you, big boy?" she chuckled, sliding her legs inside the pink skirt.

"It's just that you usually stay longer...y'know" shrugging and letting the smoke escape from his lips, he sat on the bed. Carefully pushing some of his rebel curls back, so he could give a better look to the girl's half-naked body. "And it isn't two hours if you count the smoke breaks."

"I have stuff to do, and I'm already late," her tone was calm, but she buttoned down her blouse in a rush, shoving her panties in her purse after.

"Daddy invited the president over tonight?" he asked mockingly.

"Ha-ha, very funny," she finished tying her boots and walked towards him, holding his face between her hands "You would love to go to one, wouldn't ya?"

"I'd die for," using his reliable sarcasm, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'll see you soon," always her same goodbye, not forgetting about the quick peck on the lips before taking her belongings and walking out of his room. "Bye, Pandora! Bye, Duff!" Slash heard the main door close, letting out a sigh, all the fun was over sooner than he thought. He was quite happy with the dynamic between him and (Y/N), no need for compromises, just sex whenever they were in need. She was funny, hot, friendly, listened to the same music as he did, and not to mention she was rich. Also, her dad hated Slash, which made the friendship more exciting for both of them. Two lovers of trouble, together, were no good. That's exactly what he wanted, a good fuck and then leave. But somehow, it slightly bothered him that she didn't ask for more. All the girls were looking for something serious with him, why not her?

"She left early, huh?" Duff's head poked out of his door before he made an entrance to the curly's bedroom. He shrugged again, taking a puff on his cigarette "Yeah." "Oh dude, I'm so jealous you can bang that anytime you want. Do you mind if I shoot my shot with her?" "It's not up to me. She's probably out of your league" Slash replied. The guys enjoyed having her around, she wasn't stuck up like other ones, but still, she had a very strong character, which would sometimes cause fights between her and Axl. Of course, she had developed quite the friendship with Duff. The blond giraffe was funny as hell. "If she's a Motley Crue girl, there will be no problem to get her" rested his body against the wall and crossed his arms with a smirk. He knew it was gonna piss the guitarist. "What do you mean?" "Izzy and I ran into her a couple of nights ago after a Motley Crue concert. No big deal." "What were you doing there?" Slash interest grew, he threw the cigarette to the floor and step on it. She goes to see Motley but not us? (Y/N) knew that they were making noise around Los Angeles, he talked endlessly to her about many gigs, still, she never attended one. The unusual feeling of resentment invaded him. He shrugged, making his way out of the room "Chicks are horny as fuck at the end of a rock concert, dude." Duff laughed walking through the hall, knowing the effect that his comment had caused on his friend. As much as Slash would deny it, everyone in the band knew there was something much more than just a friendship going between the two of them. Ever since the night they met her, the proprietorial side of the curly had shown. Besides (Y/N) being rad, she would sometimes arrive at their apartment with boxes of beer when she knew it was their rest day, lent them some clothes, or even offer transportation. Although she would disappear very often and for several days, it was a friendship worth keeping. At this point, the guys were just waiting for them to become something a bit more official, but the two lovers were too proud.

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Her foot stomped on the floor when she tripped on the amp next to the sofa, the dark empty apartment echoed with giggles from the two of them, their mouths refusing to separate. Slash felt the doorknob of his room, quickly opening the door and pulling the girl inside, both wasting no time in starting to take their clothes off. She let her skirt slide down her legs, showing off her pink thong. He, on the other side, was almost naked when he took his pants off, the guy had no problem being commando most of his life. He laid her body delicately on the bed, sliding his mouth towards the female's jaw, where he left traces of saliva from his wet kisses along with a few bites. The rough touch of his blistered fingers running through her body, making her skin crawl as the touch entered between her legs, a smirk appeared in the guitarist's face when he felt how wet she was already, something he never got tired of. A moan escaped from her lips when his mouth positioned on one of her nipples, sucking hard. "Baby" her hands running through his curls, slightly pulling from these, "I need you," she whispered. Needless to say, that unleashed the lust he carried inside.

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His tanned hand grabbed the delicate one, feeling his fingers locked with hers, a simple but cute thing that Slash usually didn't do. She bit her lip, hiding the smile that the sudden action had provoked on her. "So... Duff told me he saw you at a Motley concert." "Oh yeah, I think it was last weekend or something like that," she shrugged, peering up at him. "I didn't know you liked those types of bands..." trying hard to hide his jealousy, he kept an unworried face. "One of my girlfriends took me with her, and you know I like rock," covering her breasts with the blanket, she reached for a cigarette and took the lighter from the nightstand. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why is this whole interrogation happening, dumbass?" she chuckled, letting the smoke come out right in front of his face. Slash coughed, rolling his eyes before stealing the cigarette from her hand, to which she smiled. "I don't know, it's just that you never come to watch us perform." "So?"

"So? We are friends, and you've never attended one of our gigs, you just drop us off and we're way better than them," he scoffed irritated. The female looked at him with confusion, not understanding where this was all coming from. "Honey, you never invite me to any of your events, I thought this was only hooking up and hanging every now and then," she replied with furrowed brows. He never seemed to have a problem with that. "Well maybe I want more..." with his arms crossed on his chest, he avoided her fazed stare, the last thing he needed was for her to notice his cheeks blushing. The words slipped out of his mouth. Did he regret saying that? No, he didn't, all this time he had been craving more but his pride was too big to admit it. After a few seconds of letting all this new information sink in, slowly a mocking smile was drawn on her face, sliding in bed to be closer to him,"Why didn't you say anything before?" "Cause I guess I didn't realize it completely until a few days ago...whatever, this is stupid" his slight embarrassment was adorable for her, it was a completely new side of the tough carefree guy she knew. "No, it's not," she stopped him before he could get out of the bed."I think we could work something out," a shy smile was attached to the response that was going to change their path from now and on. "I'd like that" he pulled her closed, wrapping his arms around her waist as another round was waiting for them.

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starlessskies94 · 3 years ago

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Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Notes: I wanted to apologise for a stupid mistake I made in the last chapter, I mentioned that Ada fixed Joel's injury with no medical knowledge; only to remember weeks later that she's a vet as part of her character skills and I completely overlooked it while writing the last chapter so I'm sorry for that. And sorry to my lovely Adaline; because it makes total sense that she would be able to tend to his wound rather easily so I hope that doesn't spoil that last flashback too much my bad hehe

Also I apologise that it's been a while since my last chapter, I'm not going to lie this one has been a bitch to write and I'm still not 100% happy with it so I just sincerely hope it doesn't disappoint.

Chapter Twelve

Ada didn't remember falling asleep. But she certainly felt it when she woke up. Her joints cracking and popping from the curled up position she was laid in all night. Everything ached from her shoulders, to her back and her toes.

The last of her dreams faded as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. A quick glance at the clock telling her that she had slept through the better part of a day and half and although she had slept; she didn't feel rested in the slightest. The memories came flooding back, bringing with it that weight that pushed against her chest so tightly until she could barely breathe. Everything that had happened the day before felt like a bad nightmare, where her fears and worries had all come true. Joel hated her. Had more or less disowned her and Ellie. And it was her fault. The sadness and the tears were gone leaving her numb. All she had left was anger.

Yes she had made the wrong call leaving Joel as she had but it was Tommy who had thrown her under the bus. Not giving her the time she had needed to explain. It had all happened so quickly it had made her head spin. It wasn't fair.

There was no logic or reason in leaving her home and storming through the town to find her brother in law. There was no reason to slug the poor man in the face with a swift right hook either but that still didn't stop Ada from doing it away when she saw him.

The world only came back into focus when Maria had restrained her; her vision finally clearing to see Tommy holding his bloody nose.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Ada?!" Maria cried in shocked anger. "What has gotten into you?!"

"Let me go, Maria!"

"Not until you tell me what's going on!" The blonde demanded, holding Ada's arms behind her back: her grip getting tighter the more she struggled. Tommy stumbled forward still holding his nose, spitting a mouthful of blood by his feet before looking up at his wife.

"Maria it's okay...let her go." He asked woefully. Maria just scoffed in disbelief at his request, as if it was the most crazy thing in the world. She attempted to argue but the younger Miller just waved a dismissive hand at her words; his other pinching the bridge of his nose in a bid to stop the bleeding, that was now staining it's way down the front of his shirt. The townspeople were beginning to gather, a rumble of murmurs breaking out amongst the crowd at the sight of their leader being injured by one of their own.

That still didn't stop Ada from taking another swing at Tommy. Only this one didn't make contact as Maria stopped her, twisting her arm and pinning it to her back again.

"That is enough!" She roared, staring down both her husband and her sister in law. "Now you two had better tell what in the hell is going on!"

Tommy winced against the pain shooting through his nose and jaw; turning to look at the crowd staring with wide eyes. His own falling to the floor, not quite able to look at both women in front of him.

"Maybe we'd better go inside to talk." He suggested quietly; making his way back towards his home with Ada and Maria following behind. The brunette struggled her way out of Maria's grip and reluctantly she gave in and let go; turning on her heel and barking orders at the crowd to disperse and get back to whatever it was they were doing before. They did eventually albeit hesitantly. Ada glanced over her shoulder and watched them go as she made her way towards Tommy's; her brain quickly catching up with her actions. God... what they must think of her now. She was just grateful Ellie hadn't seen it; just as grateful as she was that the teen had chosen to stay with Dina the day before. Heaven only knew what she would've thought had she heard Joel's cold words when he'd left. She tried not to think about it as she looked down at her shaking hands; her right now turning red and swelling slightly. The shame engulfed her almost as rapidly as the anger had. And now she had to face the consequences of that anger.

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"...And after that he just left? You didn't even try to stop him?" Maria asked sadly as she poured Ada another whisky into her glass. She didn't waste any time downing the brown liquid as quickly as she did her first; coughing slightly as it burned her throat.

"What would've been the point? I tried to explain things and he made it perfectly clear that he wasn't in the mood to listen."

The nausea had come back; whether it was caused by the whiskey on an empty stomach or the stress of retelling what had happened between her and Joel yesterday, Ada wasn't sure. Though she guessed it was probably the former, if her headache was anything to go by. She slumped further into her chair as a deep sigh left her lungs; everything was such a mess and she was tired of feeling so hopeless. She turned the empty glass along her hand that grasped it, her eyes red and raw from the tears and the worst night of sleep she'd had in weeks. "Maybe Joel is right." She wondered aloud. "Maybe this is all my fault and I deserve this. I'd hate me too."

Maria shook her head defiantly at Ada's words, reaching over to take the glass from her and placing it back onto the coffee table between them. "Joel doesn't hate you. And as far as blame goes...I'd say we're all at fault for how we handled this. Some of us more than others." She stated bitterly, her blue cold eyes glaring at her husband sitting across from her on the living room couch. A small rag of wrapped ice held to his face. The man rolled his eyes and scoffed, pulling the ice pack from his nose and resting it by his knee as he leaned forward.

"I already told you that I was sorry. I don't know what else you want me to say."

"And I told you to keep that damn ice on your nose to take down the swelling." She berated without taking a breath. "You had no right to go behind Ada's back like that! And Joel didn't deserve to find out the way he did either!"

She was right. Tommy knew she was right. Always was. He owed his brother a hell of a lot more than yelling the truth at him like he had. But he had just been so angry. So frustrated; it had come out before he could stop it and then it had been too late to take it back. He honestly hadn't expected Joel to react the way he did. So cold and harsh with the way he'd shouted at Ada...Tommy knew how much his brother loved her. And yet he'd all but ambushed the poor woman to get answers. He uttered another apology and sat back with the ice cooling his throbbing nose that was now beginning to bruise. He didn't blame Ada for hitting him either; he'd definitely deserved it. There were a lot of things all of them wished they could've done differently. Hindsight was a nice thing in theory but now it was proving to be painfully useless once the damage was already done.

His sister in law rose from her seat and as he watched her pace about the room, the more his guilt niggled at him. She ran her hands through her greying roots and down through the fading brunette locks that cascaded down her back, they were still shaking as she moved to rest them on her neck while she continued pacing.

"Ada..." He tried cautiously." Ada..."

"You shouldn't blame Tommy for this Maria, this is my fault." She interjected and paused looking down at the blonde who could only give the woman a look of pity in return. "I mean it, Joel was right with everything he said. I'm a fucking coward!" The couple shared a look as Ada laughed bitterly at her words. "I was too afraid to deal with what happened so I left. Because I was terrified that if I had stayed...If I had tried to help him remember, forcing him to live with a damn stranger; he'd eventually decide that life was better without me. It's stupid and it's selfish..." her voice quivered as she held back tears, her arms falling from her neck to hold herself. "...but there it is."

Maria was quick to reassure her; rushing to her feet and pulling her into a hug. Ada pulled back as she was offered an old handkerchief from the other woman's pocket. Her sniffles subsiding as she was encouraged to sit down again.

"Ada, Joel loves you. He might not remember that but it doesn't just go away. You still have a chance to fix things."

Ada scoffed out a wet sob and shook her head. "No...it's over Maria. As far as he's concerned; I'm just the coldhearted bitch that abandoned him."

"Wait...Joel actually said that?" Tommy asked aghast, his eyes wide. The woman just shrugged dismissively. "He didn't have too...Though it's nothing less than I deserve.

Tommy wished she would stop being so hard on herself. He understood her guilt more than most and he hadn't even agreed with the plan in the first place. It just hadn't sat right with him to lie to Joel about his family. But then he'd spoken to his brother and realized just how much of his memory had been lost. And it seemed that he was losing himself in it. Joel was becoming angry and bitter at the world for taking something from him, for harming him in a way he hadn't been able to control. It was eerily similar to the darkness he'd descended into when he'd lost Sarah. When he'd lost all hope for happiness and decency. There was no mercy or love. It was just a means to an end in order to survive. That wall that Joel had built around himself to keep the world out. To keep emotions just out of reach. And Tommy feared his brother falling into it again. Ellie and Ada had pulled him out of it once, he had hoped they would've been able to do it again. Now he was starting to worry he'd been wrong.

He pulled back the rag and thankfully it seemed as though his nose had stopped bleeding. He discarded the spoiled cloth on the coffee table; taking in the silence that had fallen in the room. Both his wife and sister in law sat quietly with the same tired looks and stern frowns upon their faces. No one had the answers anymore, no matter how much they pretended they did.

"Ada..." his voice was quiet but it caught her attention as she glanced up at him. "I'm sorry."

She nodded meekly and smiled. "Me too. I'm sorry I punched you in the face." He laughed; waving his hand coolly as he shrugged. "Nah, don't worry about it. I mean I'm pretty sure you broke my nose but ya know...we're good sis." Ada laughed as Maria jokingly rolled her eyes at her husband's dramatics. It was badly bruised at best, both they and Tommy knew that. But Ada appreciated him trying to lighten the mood. It was the first time in a long time that she'd truly laughed since Joel's attack. And it was nice to feel something other than grief for even a second.

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Ellie tried to keep up with the rushing of her mind the quicker her pace picked up. She'd already been home to find the place empty, the only other place she could think to check would be Tommy and Maria's to find her mother. Her sneakers skidded slightly against the porch wood when she stopped to tap on the door. Her surrogate aunt greeting her with a warm smile as she opened the front door.

"Is my mom here?" The teen asked softly. Maria simply nodded, letting the young girl inside and following her into the living room. She walked in to find her mom and Tommy sat together chuckling lowly at their shared stories and fond memories. A half emptied bottle of whiskey sitting between them, with three half drunk glasses on the table. Ellie figured the three of them must've been here most of the day. Her mom shifted when she noticed her daughter, scooting along the couch to make room for her. Ellie made her way around the coffee table towards them, wincing when she saw the state of Tommy's face. "Jeez what the fuck happened to you?" She asked in concern. But Tommy just snorted a laugh. "It's a long story, don't worry about it."

The girl scoffed, a sarcastic smile spreading across her face as sat down.

"Is everything okay?"

She couldn't stop herself from fidgeting at her mother's question, instantly going back to her nervous habit. Her fingernail beds were already sore from the hours she'd spent picking at them. "I uh...I can't find Joel. I wanted to talk to him. I stopped by the house but he wasn't there." Stunned silence filled the room at Ellie's admission, Tommy's face full of confusion when he glanced at her beside him.

"Why'd you want to talk to him?" He asked. She took a moment before answering, looking to her mom with sadness in her eyes.

"I heard what happened between you two yesterday. I know what he said about us."

"Oh sweetheart, come here." She didn't say anything as Ada pulled her into her arms, instead just snuggled further into her warmth. Her head leaning against her shoulder. Hands once buried inside her jacket sleeves.

"I just thought maybe I could try talking to him...maybe if I tell him everything he'd understand or he'd forgive us for leaving." She explained." This is my fucking fault! This happened to him because of me; because of what he did to protect me...I need him to know I'm sorry...that I'm trying to fix things. That I'm trying to make it better and when we find them we can--"

"Wait, hold on, find who?"

Oh shit now Ellie had done it. She pulled back from her mother's arms, a look of guilt pulled at her brows as she chewed nervously at her lip. She tried to avoid eye contact but was only greeted with more accusing stares from Maria and Tommy.

"Ellie.." Maria uttered disapprovingly. But she didn't answer once again, attempting to avoid the eyes staring at her.

"Ellie what aren't you telling us?"

"Promise you won't get mad?" It was a big ask. Ellie knew that when she finally took the chance to look her mother in the eye, hoping that she'd soften even just a little bit. But all she saw was worry and that only made her feel worse for lying to her.

"Ellie." She warned sternly and the girl knew she had to come clean. She took a deep breath, her head falling in defeat as she finally gave in.

"Okay...I lied before. I wasn't staying at Dina's the last couple of days...we've been staying at one of the outposts outside of town tracking the fireflies...or what was left of them from Abbey's group."

"I'm sorry you've been doing what?!" "Are you insane?!" She flinched at both her mother and Maria's outbursts that echoed together in the heavy silence of the room. She shared a look with Tommy as he flashed her a small smile of gratitude but it flickered away as quickly as it came when both women rose to their feet in a rush of anger and frustrated annoyance.

"Ellie, we've talked about this and we agreed to leave it alone."

"No you fucking decided!" The teen challenged as she snapped to her feet, her face snarling into a roaring temper that could easily rival her mother's. "Those fuckers could come back! They already found us once, what's stopping them coming back to finish what they started?!"

Ada scoffed at Ellie's argument throwing her hands up, exasperated they were having this argument yet again! She understood her daughter's worries but she was certain the Fireflies had no reason to come back. They thought Joel was dead and she was determined to keep it that way. They'd had this same conversation again and again and yet every time Ellie would always push back.

"She's right."

The girls all fell silent to the single voice that spoke up, as all eyes turned to Tommy. Maria seething at her husband and Ada downright irritated that he'd shamelessly encourage this reckless behaviour. Ellie just appreciated having Tommy on her side at least.

"Tommy..." Maria warned, her eyes pleading him to stop.

"Well she is! Do you really wanna live the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders?! Just hoping to God that those bastards don't come back. Yeah they think Joel is dead but for how long? They already managed to get word he was living in Jackson in the first damn place...what do you think they'll do when they realise that he's not quite as dead as they thought?" He paused, stopping to look at Ada as she held back her tears, her bottom lip quivering and he was quick to her side. His hand resting on her shoulder.

"Look I'm sorry... I know this is not what you want to hear right now but Ellie has a point. We can end this. If it were any of us, Joel would be halfway there already."

She shook her head, her breath catching in her throat. "No he wouldn't." She argued.

"He absolutely fucking would!" Ellie shouted. Her words stopped them all dead. Knowing looks exchanged between the adults before walking to huddle by the table. They knew Ellie was right. If any one of them in that room had been attacked; Joel would be doing everything he could to get them the justice they deserved. He'd never lay down and let them get away with it. Ada let out a sigh of defeat as she looked back to Ellie, gesturing for her to sit back down. She did, though moved hesitant at first. Ada sat silent, her mind clearing and calculating for a second as she sat with her hands rested against her mouth before she eventually lowered them to speak. "So...you were tracking those bastards...did you find any?" She asked apprehensively. Ellie swallowed hard and cleared her throat, sitting up in her seat before nodding.

"Yeah...Dina and I watched the area for hours. Most of the group left but a couple stayed behind at the hunting lodge. Two of them...I don't know their names. They were packing up their stuff. We followed them out when they went hunting for food. Managed to lure some infected on the way back..." Ellie didn't realise she was shaking as she spoke until her mother took her hand and squeezed it gently. "We stood and watched as the clickers tore those fuckers apart.."

"Good riddance." Tommy stated bitterly.

"I came back to tell you what happened but then I heard the neighbours gossiping about what happened between you and Joel, all that stuff he said. I thought I could fix it. But when I went to the house he wasn't there. So I sent Dina to ask around town if anyone had seen him and I came here." Adaline nodded slowly, taking everything in. She looked at Tommy and Maria both sharing the same lost look on their faces. They all knew what they needed to do next. It was just a case of whether they had any strength left to do it.

Though Ada never got the chance to answer; instead their heads turned to the direction of stomping footsteps and the door bursting opening to a breathless Dina, panting as she almost slipped on the doormat under her boots. Ellie flew to her feet and darted to her girlfriend, asking her what was wrong.

"It's Joel!" She gasped. "He's gone..."

#the last of us #Joel Miller #joel and ellie #the last of us part 2 #joel miller x oc #the last of us part ii #ellie williams #fanfiction #tlou #joel miller #starlessskies writes

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