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zablife · 3 days ago

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Joel Takes You on a Road Trip

Joel Miller x gf reader

A/N: Fall road trip, requested by @huntingingoodwill. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge. Patsy Cline Song is "Leavin' on Your Mind."

Warnings: mention of the infected, sedation Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

"Ain't falling asleep on me, are ya?" Joel asked, brushing your cheek lightly.

You glanced over at him with a lazy smile as you denied the gentle rocking was indeed lulling you into a comfortable slumber. "Course not," you mumbled over the quiet static of the car radio.

"And here I thought we were gonna have a nice chat," he chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the steering wheel.

You might have noticed the nervous gesture if you hadn't been thoroughly exhausted, a yawn rippling through you as you tried to respond. "Wh-what do you want to...talk about?" you finally managed to ask.

The lines near his temples crinkled slightly in amusement at the sight of your drooping eyelids, prompting him to gently urge, "Go on and close your eyes, darlin'." After the months you'd spent together, he was well aware you couldn't keep them open more than five minutes during long drives. However, the certainty of it gave him pause, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut thinking of the trust you'd placed in him.

Failing to notice his sullen expression, you snuggled down into the passenger's seat with Joel's jacket. Fingers clutching the worn edges of the soft fabric, you gently pulled the weighted material over yourself for warmth, careful to cover the unsightly bite mark on your shoulder. It was a gruesome reminder of the ordeal you'd faced just before meeting the man you now considered your guardian angel.

While others were unwilling to believe your fantastic claim of being bitten without infection, Joel had accepted you into his circle of protection instantly. He offered gentle words of comfort to get you through the early nights when you couldn't sleep out of fear and worry. With steadfast devotion, he promised you'd survive.

When you asked how he could be certain, he swore he'd seen a similar case once before in a young girl named Ellie. Though he was reluctant to speak of her, you learned she'd been like a daughter to him. The heartache in his voice kept you from asking questions about her fate, but the nagging curiosity rarely ceased. Only one thing could distract you from it and that was the sound of Joel's soft, Texas twang.

"Tell me again," you begged, head resting on the rattling window frame and he knew exactly what you meant.

As your eyelids fluttered, the passing shades of orange and red lightly dusted your vision and you began to imagine the kaleidoscope of color around Joel's lakeside cabin this time of year. He'd described it to you many times to satiate your curiosity, yet you still begged for more. You loved the way he spoke about this idyllic place, reciting the details from his memory like a bedtime story.

With a bit of reluctance, his husky voice rumbled to life beside you. "We're gonna follow the main road until it forks. Then 'bout three miles south there's a dirt path that twists and turns so far into the woods you'd think you were goin' back in time."

You exhaled deeply in satisfaction at his familiar tale, relishing the way he embellished the narrative like all good storytellers do.

"After you pass a rickety, old barn, you know you're gettin' close," his voice faded out momentarily as a radio station came into range. Patsy Cline's crisp, clear voice ringing out.

If you got leavin' on your mind Tell me now, get it over

His breathing hitched, eyes staring at the road intently as though deep in thought and you took the opportunity to remind him of the rest.

"The one with the peeling red paint that your uncle helped build," you added, so softy he almost didn't hear you.

"That's right," he agreed with a small nod of his chin. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued in the low, deep voice that soothed your soul. "You pass that barn and Grandaddy's cabin sits back there on the far side of the lake. On a calm day the water looks just like glass."

He ventured a wistful glance in your direction, eyes squinting against the sunshine as he tried and failed to picture the two of you standing on the dock. He'd wanted to take you fishing many times and introduce you to the splendid wonder of the surroundings. If not for recent circumstances, you might have lived happily on that forgotten parcel of land as man and wife. Shaking his head to dislodge the notion, he tried to bite back his own anxiety with honeyed promises so sweet he nearly succumbed to them himself.

"We'll fish and skip rocks across the lake," he hummed quietly, caught up in his own daydream. "If you get cold, I'll start a fire in the old wood stove to keep us warm..."

The serene thought made you curl your limbs in tighter, imagining his strong arms cradling you beneath a large quilt. You soon felt your body grow heavy with sleep, the soft rumbling of the engine melding with the strain of a piano and a forlorn voice.

Hurt me now, get it over I may learn to love again

A sudden jerk jolted you from slumber as the golden sunshine glistening before you sharpened into a ray of bright, white. You moaned, but when it escaped your lips there was a distinct note of pain present.

"Try not to move," a strange voice persisted as the pressure on your shoulder intensified.

"Joel?" you cried out, as you felt yourself being rolled down a long, sterile corridor. Arms and legs flailing in a frenzied panic, you began to reach out for him without success.

"We're going to need more sedation," a second voice announced behind you.

The radio was still playing in the distant recesses of your mind even as you blinked against the harsh light overhead and you struggled to comprehend where you were.

Don't leave me here, in a world Filled with dreams that might have been

"We'll take it from here," the voice near you soothed someone in the distance confidently, but it only worsened the spike of panic coursing through you.

Using all your willpower, you fought to sit up and crane your neck to see around the gurney. You found Joel's grief stricken face staring back at you from the doorway, a young brunette gathered in his arms. As a firm hand pressed you back into the bed, your strangled cry burst forth. "Don't leave me! Joel, please!"

His big brown eyes widened at your plea, helplessly looking between you and her. Just then the girl buried her head to his chest, groaning in agony. "Stay with me, Ellie," he urged as he strode away from you without looking back.

Your brain raced to piece everything together as you felt the sharp sting of a needle going into your arm.

"Shouldn't we alert security?" the nurse by your side hissed at her colleague.

"A life for a life. That was the agreement," you thought the other woman replied as your head grew fuzzy.

The rest of their conversation became a gentle buzzing at your ear as you sunk back against the pillows, the sedatives plunging you into a shadowy world of fantasy.

The tiny cabin stood before you, just as Joel had described, a path of bright orange leaves beckoning you to follow. The only sound was the distinct crunching beneath your boots, keeping count of every step. But when you came to rest, you found yourself alone, abandoned at the edge of a still, dark lake.

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1-800-writersblock · 3 months ago

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shinsou hitoshi with a golden retriever gf 🙏🏽 also i lob u s much 😞

Book Title: Shinso x Golden Retriever!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Book Format: headcanons

Summary: see request!

Prompt Used: none

Content Warnings: shinso is barely in this but I needed to get something out, you/your mainly used to reference reader, fem!reader, I gave reader an honestly pretty neat quirk, not canon compliant, I turned a couple points in the show into things for Shinso and reader instead of Izuku and whoever else, Shinso’s leg is hurt for a bit, reader has parents that support her but they’re barely talked about

Author’s Notes: huhuhuu I lob u too🥹 why’d u have to move SAUR FAR for stupid college😒 n e way, FIRST OFFICIAL FIC-ADJACENT THING ON THE NEW ACCOUNT WOOHOO‼️ Brought to you by none other than my totally legit wife irl. This is probably (definitely) gonna suck, especially since I’ve never written for Shinso but eh whatever. I’ll probably have to make a part 2 at some point because as far as I’ve gotten, he’s kinda barely in it BUT ENJOY IT ANYWAY

I’ll be so fr rn, most of what I know about Shinso is very fanon🧍

but that’s totally fine

still love mah boy

anyway, if anyone knows anything about me then they know grumpy x sunshine and any adjacent tropes is one of my favorites

Shinso and his golden retriever gf are the prime example of this

BRO IMAGINE A MIDAS TOUCH TYPE QUIRK

Like if you activate your quirk and touch someone with your hands, they basically freeze in time instantly and turn to gold. Then if you touch them a second time with your quirk activated they unfreeze. A drawback could be like if you start to overuse your quirk, your fingertips turn to gold and the longer you overuse the farther up your arms the good freezes you then you have to wait for it to creep back down.

So I like to think that you two met during the entrance exam, but not the fighting part, the written part

(We’re switching the order of the tests for plot purposes)

It was just after the written part had finished and the two of you were sat down next to each other

Lets say you didn’t do the best and kept turning your pencil to gold for a bit by accident, so you barely even managed to finish

So you’re grumbling to yourself as yall are all sitting there waiting for the tests to be collected and yall to be dismissed

He probably didn’t think it was that hard, so you grumbling is making him raise an eyebrow

He hears you muttering about your “stupid quirk” and he feels the need to ask you what you mean🤭😏

So you explain to him what went on and he decides to try and ease your worries a bit.

“This isn’t the biggest part of the test, so… don’t stress out over it too much. It’s the physical test you’ve got to worry about. From what you say about your quirk, you’re bound to get in.”

This gets a lil smile out of you so you thank him and introduce yourself. He pretends to reluctantly give you his name, not wanting to seem too eager or smt idk

You basically talk his ear off the whole time yall are waiting to be dismissed and he just sits there and like. listens to every word

not even consciously, he just genuinely takes in every word you say

yapper (future) gf 🤝 listener (future) bf

Finally yall are dismissed and as you walk away, you turn back to him and give him a smile that he swears would’ve burned his corneas had yall been in the sun.

“Good luck on the physical exam, Shinso! I better see you in UA when I make it, too!”

He would take this to his GRAVE but his heart fluttered a bit

He nodded and gave an awkward and small smile back, wishing you luck quietly too before you practically skip off

Speaking of skip, jumping to the physical exam

You’re assigned to the same training ground as Shinso, and when you spot him in the waiting group you immediately get to his side and start yappin as per usual

”Oh my gosh! Shinso, you’re in this group too? That’s so cool! Maybe I’ll get to see your quirk in use! I hope my quirk doesn’t end up hurting someone somehow-” yappayappayappa

It’s finally time for yall to start and you don’t get to see him during the test

You’re doing pretty good, getting the bots into spots that they’ll tip over and break once you turn them to gold, but it’s nothing compared to some people

You start to get a bit nervous as you run around and find everyone else fighting bots but none are left for you to take down

That’s when the 0 point robot is released

Its insanely huge, and everyone else starts running away from it

You start to as well but that’s when you see Shinso hurt and in the robot’s way

At this point, you’ve already done enough at once to get your fingers gold up to the second knuckle so they can barely bend

You can’t just sit there and watch as he’s crushed by the robot so of course like the hero you’re going to be, you run forward and start to try and get one of his arms over your shoulder - which is a LOT harder than you might think it is without full articulation of your fingers

of course he’s over here like ⁉️⁉️⁉️ confused as to why you’re choosing to save him instead of just getting yourself to safety

Still, he takes the help and stands as best as he can on one leg with most of his weight on your shoulder

You help him get away as fast as the two of you can but the robot is faster

However, just before the robot gets too close to the two of you, the signal for the end of the test sounds and the robot freezes in place

Perfect timing too, because immediately after, the two of you don’t have enough strength to keep yourselves upright and you two fall side by side

Skip forward a little more again, probably a couple weeks later

You feel like you didn’t get enough points in the practical exam to get into UA, so when the letter finally comes to tell you whether or not you got in, you don’t have high hopes

you take out the small gadget, setting in on the living room table as you sit on the couch with your parents anxiously watching behind you

That’s when you’re surprised to see ALL MIGHT of all people announcing your rejection or acceptation

He tells you that your writing scores were just enough to pass that part of the exam, but you didn’t quite get enough points from bringing down robots to pass

Your heart and head drop as he tells you that and your parents start to console you, until he continues

“You may not have gotten quite enough points to pass the exam based on defeating robots. However-”

Your head shoots back up at that

“defeating robots wasn’t the only thing the judges were looking for. Rescue points were also involved.” The clip switches from All Might’s ever-smiling face to a recording from the exam ground. It shows everyone else start to run away, but zooms in on you running back to save Shinso. “This feat of bravery and pure heroism was enough to boost your scores up to passing, and exceeds many others who chose to ignore everyone else while defeating the robots.”

You start to get emotional as he continues once more.

“Congratulations, dear student. You are officially accepted into UA and will join other students in Class 1-A, the hero course! Go beyond Plus Ultra!”

As the hologram ends, the three of you sit in stunned silence before excitement overtakes you all and you celebrate your acceptance.

Your mind starts to drift towards Shinso. You barely saw him during the test, so you don’t even know how many points he got You really hope you get to see him in UA…

Skipping forward again, it’s the first day of the school year and you stand outside the door to your classroom

it already sounds like chaos as you walk in, but you see a lot of very impressive looking students in your class

One has motors in his legs, one has several arms, one is very very pink, etc

But you’re slightly disappointed as you look around and fail to see Shinso among the students. You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, worried that he might not have gotten into UA at all.

But that feeling is squashed after the first few classes of the day are over, and it’s time for lunch!

When you walk in to the lunchroom talking to the very pink student — Mina, you’ve learned — you spot a messy head of purple hair sitting a table of students but looking disinterested

You tell Mina you’ll see her later as you make your way over to Shinso, smiling happily as you greet him…

Librarian’s Footnote: IT TOLD ME I RAN OUT OF SPACE FOR TEXT IN THE BLOCK??? It wouldn’t let me save my draft so I have to cut this short until I can figure this stuff out :( I’ll make a part two eventually! I’m sorry he’s barely in this 😭

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multi-fandomsfreak · 10 months ago

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MX x Reader Prompt

Hey, it’s me again! I hope you had a great a Christmas (If you do celebrate.) and an even better new years also did you like Mario’s Madness V2? Also what are your favorite song(s) from the mod. Personally I liked Last Course and Starman Slaughter the most.

Anyways I’m getting off track… 👀 😅

So, imagine this.. Boyfriend, Reader and Girlfriend are all dating (Or they can be friends if you don’t like poly relationships.) but when we they get the cartridge for the cursed Mario game. (Mario’s Madness..) They go through mostly everyone but then they get to MX’s stage. MX is looking to kill the group but he takes interest in Reader and tries to take them away from Boyfriend and Girlfriend and claim them as his own but Boyfriend and Girlfriend ain’t having none of that so they try their best to keep reader away from MX.

You can decide how the ending goes.. (Please use She/They pronouns..)

Anyways that’s it.. I hope you’re doing okay and please remember to take care of yourself. 🫶🏽🫶🏽

MX Taking An Interest In Reader

Hey there thanks for the ask!

I did have a great Christmas and New Years (besides my injury of course). Honestly I really loved Mario’s Madness V2. It’s one of the best mods out there. My favourite songs from the mod is MX’s 2nd song Demise (totally not bias or anything lol) but I also like Paranoia and Dark Forest.

Also I did friendship for this ask hope you don’t mind. Don’t have anything against poly relationships I just thought it would be best for this scenario. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: She/They

Warning: ⚠️Kidnapping + Harm Done To Reader + Mentions Of Murdering⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: MX + BF + GF

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Deadtos on DeviantArt + Banner by Kaileyfln on Pinterest

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- Honestly, how the fuck did you get yourself in this situation? Well I’ll tell you how. You see your friends BF and GF invited you over to hang out and how could you resist saying no to the lovely couple so you immediately headed over. At first it was a bit silent due to the three of you not knowing what to do, then eventually one of you brought up playing a game. So you decided to order a random Mario game and just like that it immediately arrived. Being full of excitement, BF immediately opened it only for the three of you to find a cartridge which had some substance on it and had the word 'MARIO' in all capitals.

+ All three of you gave each other a confused look wondering what was up with the cartridge “Maybe it’s some new design?” You spoke up although it was a weird reasoning it was the only thing you can think of “yeah I guess so?” BF said in response to which GF shrugged her shoulders “Let’s just get this shit over with” she sighed as went back to sit on the couch with you joining her while BF went to set up the console and honestly that’s all you remember. The next few seconds happened so fast. First you saw BF next to you then he was gone then the same happened to GF then eventually you felt a hand roughly grabbing onto your shirt and dragging you into the TV to which you managed to find both of your friends there.

- That’s how you got dragged into this mess, meeting a range of disturbing people based on the classic super hero Mario and his friends. Luckily thanks to BF and his rapping skills he managed to get all three of you out of the situation however something worse was about to happen.

- The three of you had recently beaten the previous EXE and were on your way to go face the next one you were faced with a Mario look-alike and with everything that has happened so far the three of you knew what was going to go down. You were already facing another one however something felt different. Obviously you could tell he had insane bloodlust for all of you but you started to notice something. You couldn’t tell if it was your eyes playing with you but you could swear that whoever this was, he was staring at you. Like he was curious about you. Eventually both BF and GF had started to notice this thing being oddly creepy around you. Obviously they were both worried because they didn’t know what may or may not happen to you.

- Eventually shit hit the fan as the being then revealed his true self as MX and to say you were overwhelmed with fear was an understatement. Like sure the others had something that set off some fear in you, you didn’t know why but you felt like this is different. Maybe because for some reason he had an eye on you but you trust BF and he managed to get all three of you this far so you paid no attention to it. MX on the other hand you’ve caught his eye. The only thing that is going through his head is “I’m taking them”. He doesn’t know why but that doesn’t matter to him.

- Even though he knew you were on GF and BF’s side so obviously you were up to something but at the same time he had a feeling you didn’t have anything special going on, just someone who just so happened to get roped into their business and had to suffer the consequences of it. For some strange reason he liked that. He figured he could use you as some sort of bait for the two of them, maybe using this to get to know other things about you and keep you forever bringing despair onto the couple over being responsible for losing a friend of theirs. So with quick thinking and reflexes he managed to quickly snatch you before the rest of you could react.

+ You couldn’t help letting out a slight noise as you felt MX’S tight grip around you, holding you like a doll before bringing you close to his face. That damn sadistic smile on his face as he eyed you up and down causing shivers being sent down your spine “…well aren’t you a fascinating human” he eventually spoke up paying no attention to BF and GF who now started talking to him demanding that he let you go “Hey, leave her alone she’s not the one your fighting here!” BF stood in front like he was going to physically fight him despite the massive size compared to him and MX “Yeah you heard him let [Name] go” GF preparing herself to save you not caring about what might happen to her “[Name]…so that’s what your called” MX chuckled to himself “I’ve got to say it definitely suits someone like you” You feel yourself physically getting disgusted at the way he was talking to you as finger dragged itself from your face down to your chin forcing you to look at him. Eventually he had enough of being in BF & GF trying to give you back so he took you to a place, planning on keeping you away till he gets rid of the two himself.

- You confused as fuck as to why the hell he wanted you well besides getting rid of the couple but besides that you honestly don’t know why. Should you feel glad that you’ve been chosen? Well to him you should but honestly you didn’t feel it. But you were just glad that he wasn’t trying anything with you, not yet at least. You did try your best to escape from his grip however it felt impossible due to his death like grip on your body, you could feel it almost crushing your body. You couldn’t tell if he actually was trying to kill you or not despite showing some interest in you.

- But surprisingly he actually didn’t try to kill you but it didn’t really change the fact that you didn’t really want to be around him. But luckily for you after a while you couldn’t really tell how long due not being able to tell the time. Eventually both GF and BF managed to find you much to his dismay. He desperately wanted to murder the two of them but at last he finally managed to go along with the gang's little game of rap battle offering you as a sacrifice to him if they lose. However, just like how it went in the game and with the earlier exe’s BF manages to defeat him not only once but twice, getting you back and escaping with some help from GF only to face more exe’s but honestly they didn’t care they were just happy to have you back.

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be-more-cryptid · 7 years ago

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A Winter’s Date Night

A quick college au genyatta thing I finally finished. It’s just under 3k words so it’s on the shorter side but I wanted to finish it up.

i might do more with this college au in the future too.

(also if y’all want a spicy second chap let me know)

Link on Ao3

Genji stands in his bathroom staring critically into the mirror. Who gave his hair permission to not cooperate on date night? He groans and seriously contemplates taking another shower just to get all of the gunk out of his hair and start fresh, but a quick look at his phone tells him he does not have time for that.

“Look, let’s find some middle ground here, yeah? I know you’re mad after that last bleaching but I promise, if you work with me tonight I’ll pick up some of that deep repairing conditioner and fix you up right,” Genji mumbles to his own goddamn hair as he goes in for another round of trying to get his hair to work with him. Who knows, maybe his hair could be a merciful god tonight.

“Are you… bargaining with your hair,” Hanzo raises an incredulous eyebrow as he leans on the bathroom’s door frame.

Genji flips him off behind his back without looking away from the mirror, “Yeah well if I was you, I’d be doing more than bargaining. Or maybe I missed the fashion trend of untended split ends.”

Hanzo rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Have you tried not being a total ass when you’re stressed? And are you seriously getting so bent out of shape over your appearance for someone who grew up as a monk?”

Genji groans and lets his head drop back to look at his brother over his shoulder, “Can I just be vain in peace here? It’s important to me.”

“Sure, fine,” Hanzo shrugs and pushes himself away from the doorway, his hands dropping down to be shoved into the pockets of his Archery Club sweats, “but just so you know, you should have left five minutes ago if you wanted to get to the other side of campus in time.”

“What!” Genji shrieks and scrambles to grab his phone off the bathroom counter amidst all his hair products and makeup. The phone lights up with a 6:25pm on the lock screen. Shit shit shit. He was supposed to pick Zenyatta up at his dorm at 6:30, but it was clear on the other side of campus which was at least a 10-minute walk.

“Why didn’t you warn me!” Genji tears out of the bathroom and snatches his coat off the back of his desk chair, shooting an accusatory glare at his brother now lounging on the couch with his phone in his hand.

Hanzo looks up from his phone at him with a less than impressed look, “I’m not your keeper. You should be responsible enough to keep track of time for your own dates.”

“Augh, fine, whatever. But you better not be here when I get back! We had a deal,” Genji says as he hops on one foot to tug his boot on, then the other.

“You don’t have to remind me, I actually remembered the plan for the night,” Hanzo retorts, a hint of smugness creeping into his tone.

“Fuck off, but thanks.” Genji snatches his keys off the hook near the door and speeds through his mental checklist: keys, check, phone, check, wallet, check, yeah good enough.

“Okseeyoulaterbyeeeeee,” Genji calls as he rushes out the front door of their apartment and slams the door shut behind him. He takes the two flights of stairs down two at a time. Once down at ground level, he starts power walking down the sidewalk to get over to Zenyatta’s dorm. The cold air really hits him then. He pulls his scarf up over his mouth and shoves his hands in his pockets. A brief glance at his phone shows the time at 6:28 and he winces. So much for being on time.

He could run the rest of the way, but then he would be sweaty and out of breath to pick up his date. He might be in amazing shape, but a sprint across campus in a couple layers of clothes will still take a lot out of him.

Instead, he pulls up Zen’s chat thread and taps out a quick omw lost track of time, sorry!

It buzzes before he can put his phone back in his pocket with Zenyatta’s response: No worries, thank you for the heads up. I can’t wait to see you! Followed by two heart emojis which definitely do not make Genji grin like a love-struck idiot. Nope, not at all.

When Genji finally makes it across campus, Zenyatta is already outside on a bench in front of his dorm building. Genji smiles and pulls his scarf back down from his nose as he approaches his partner, “Hey there handsome, what’s a guy like you doing out here alone in the cold?”

Zenyatta looks up from his phone and a warm smile spreads across his face. He stands and pockets his phone, “Oh just waiting for my boyfriend. He has a habit of being fashionably late.”

“Does he now,” Genji slides up to Zenyatta and slips his arms around his boyfriend’s trim waist.

“Yes, but since he is the one with the plans for our evening, I think I’ll have to let it slide,” Zenyatta retorts. He leans up and kisses Genji, looping his arms around the taller man’s neck and happily sharing his warmth in the cold winter night.

When they break away Genji is left with a fluttering heart and a doofy smile on his face. Looking down at his boyfriend he wonders for the umpteenth time if he was ever going to get tired of kissing this man. He leans his forehead on Zenyatta's and mutters, “I am sorry for being late though.”

Zenyatta hums and slides his hands down to cup Genji’s jaw, “All is forgiven.”

They share one last quick kiss before stepping out of each other’s space and settling for Zenyatta’s hand tucked into the crook of Genji’s arm. Zen smiles up at him and asks, “So, what is our plan for the night, dearest?”

Genji starts walking, Zenyatta easily falling into step with him as they walk down the path away from Zenyatta’s dorm, “How does dinner then back to my place for movie night sound?”

Zenyatta hums again, his nose already rosy on the tip from the cold, “That sounds lovely. Where to for dinner?”

Genji shrugs and shoots a small wave to a couple of his friends from the kendo club as they pass the couple on the walkway, “I figured since I chose last time we could go someplace you wanted. And if not I’ve got a few places in mind we could hit up.”

“Oh you know, I’ve been dying to go back to that diner across from the science building. The one with the spiced oolong tea. I think miss Mei-Ling works there part-time if I remember correctly.”

“Sounds right. Angela was telling me about that the other day. Both of them spend more time in the science building then most of the faculty, I swear,” Genji chuckles fondly.

“Indeed, they both work so hard. Hopefully, miss Mei-Ling will have some time off to rest between work and her course load,” Zenyatta muses while they walk.

Zenyatta shivers and presses himself closer to Genji’s side. Genji smiles and pretends not to notice, but his heart flutters from the contact.

It’s not long until they’re passing the science building then crossing the street to the little diner that is well loved by the students. The Willow Diner is surprisingly quiet for a Friday night. Though, it’s not exactly the hotspot around campus, especially with all the clubs just a few blocks down the city streets. Even so, it’s a 24-hour diner next to a college campus, so it’s got a few people in the booths.

Mei is wiping down a booth when they walk in. She turns to greet them as the chime of the bell above the door signals that customers have walked in, but when she recognizes them she immediately lights up, “Genji, Zenyatta, it’s so good to see you two!”

“Hey Mei,” Genji grins and gives her a little salute.

“Greetings, miss Mei-Ling. How are you tonight,” Zenyatta untucks himself from Genji’s side now that they’re in the warmth of the cafe. He unwraps his oversized scarf and hangs it on the coat rack next to the door. Genji does the same and adds his jacket to the rack as well.

“Oh, I’m good, about to get off shift actually. Go ahead and sit anywhere and I’ll grab you guys some menus. Your usual drinks too?” She smiles and tucks her rag into the strap of her apron.

“That would be delightful, thank you,” Zen says and Genji flashes her a quick thumbs-up then leads the way over to a booth by the windows.

They settle into the booth and Mei drops off two menus and a small, steaming teapot and two cups, “Give it a few minutes to steep and you’re set. Like I said, I’m about to clock out, but Andrew should be off his lunch any minute now. He’ll take care of you guys.”

“Sweet, thanks, Mei. Got any big plans for the night?” Genji flips through his menu as if he wasn’t already set on what he wants to order.

“Nothing interesting. I’m actually going back to the lab after this. There’s a bug with my weather tracking and prediction model that I have to get figured out before my team’s milestone on Monday,” she sighs and glances at the clock above the front door, “we said we would meet at 7:30, so I got Andrew to cover the last hour of my shift tonight.”

Genji leans back in his seat and whistles, “Shit man, that sucks. Good luck with that. If you see Angela in lab tell her I said hi. And to get some sleep.”

Mei laughs and shakes her head, “As if that will do any good. I swear the only way to get her out of there is to actually drag her away from her projects. Well, I’ll see you guys around. Enjoy your meal!”

They both wave as she turns and walks behind the counter. Genji goes back to scanning the menu while Zenyatta actually decides what he wants, finding his attention pulled back to the man in front of him more often than not. Genji loves noticing all the small movements and details Zenyatta makes when reading. The slight squint when he’s focused, the small tilt of his head when he’s considering something, Genji has them all memorized by now.

Dinner itself was peaceful, the perfect break from their busy schedules. They chatted about life, their classes, their friends. The tea warmed Genji from the inside out and brought the cutest flush onto Zenyatta’s cheeks, which Genji pushed further with casual flirting spread throughout their conversation. Zenyatta, never one to fall behind, dropped his own flirtatious remarks in stride with Genji.

Zenyatta insists on paying when they’re finished since Genji covered on their last date. They bundle back up before heading out into the chilly night, Zenyatta automatically slipping his hand into the crook of Genji’s elbow.

Zenyatta looks up at the dark sky, not a star to be seen under the thick cloud over, “They’re predicting snow over the weekend. Maybe it will stick this time,” he sighs and pulls his scarf up to cover his chin, “I always start to get homesick this time of year, but a fresh layer of snow reminds me of home. And of playing in the snow with my brother when we were young before our duties kept us inside,” he chuckles, fondness clear in his voice.

Genji nods and they start down the path that will lead back to his apartment. He was lucky enough that his parents were willing to cover the rent for an apartment next to campus so that he didn’t have to stay in a dorm. The only conditions were to stay in school full time and to room with Hanzo, a small price to pay not to deal with RAs and campus restrictions.

“I’ve always liked the snow, especially when it snowed bad enough to close school. When we were younger, I used to goad Hanzo into playing in it with me. Even when we were teenagers, I could usually get him outside. Though then it turned more into a sparring match in the snow,” Genji laughs. “That went about as well as you could imagine.”

“It sounds wonderful,” Zenyatta smiles up at him, eyes full of mirth, “yet something tells me not much has changed. I believe I recall a certain someone starting a campus-wide snowball war last year during finals week.”

Genji snorts, “Hey you have no proof. And to my credit, Hana and Jesse were the ones who started it. I just got it more… involved. Plus we needed the break, the campus felt like a time bomb with too many short fuses. The students here need to learn to relax!”

“Mm, yes, relax,” Zenyatta shakes his head, cheeks bright from smiling and the cold, “I’m sure Angela would agree with that.”

“It totally wasn’t my fault she got pelted coming out of the science building. Ok, it might have been a little my fault, but I did apologize and make it up to her by buying her morning coffee every day for like two weeks.”

Zenyatta laughs and pats his arm, “I know, I know, I’m just giving you a hard time.”

When they get to Genji’s building, Genji fishes his keys out from his pockets and Zenyatta follows him up the stairs, “Fun fact, we have the place to ourselves tonight.”

“Oh?” Genji unlocks the door and Zenyatta steps in behind him, “Did you shoo your poor brother-”

Genji steps into Zenyatta’s personal space and cuts him off him off with a kiss, shutting the door and locking it without looking. He wraps his arms around Zen’s waist to pull him closer, smiling into the kiss when he feels Zenyatta’s arm loop around his neck. Zenyatta tastes like the spiced oolong tea that they love so much and Genji can’t get enough of it.

Zenyatta eventually pulls away, flush high on his cheeks and a little breathless, “Can I at least get my shoes off?”

Genji barks out a laugh and pecks him again before stepping back, “Yeah, sorry, I got impatient.”

“No need to apologize, dearest, you just surprised me is all. I don’t think I’d ever truly complain about something like that,” Zenyatta unlaces his boots and scoots them out of the way of the front door.

Genji pulls off his scarf and jacket and throws them on the low bench next to the door, “I’ll make us some popcorn.” He tosses his boots to the side, looking haphazard next to Zenyatta’s neat placement, “Make yourself at home!”

Genji busies himself in the kitchen, throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave and putting the kettle on the stove for more tea.

Zenyatta’s head peaks around the corner and catches Genji’s attention, “Do you mind if I move some blankets around?”

“Nah, go for it. Building a nest?” Genji asks as he pulls out some chai.

“Perhaps,” Zenyatta hums then disappears back around the wall. Genji chuckles and finishes preparing the snacks and tea. He brings a bowl of popcorn and two mugs out into the living room and stops, taking in the state of the couch.

The spare blankets they keep under the couch have been pulled out along with the pillows from both the loveseat and the recliner, all stacked together to make a nest of sorts on the couch that faces the TV. Zenyatta twists and looks at him over the back of the couch with a proud smile on his face, “Like what you see?”

Genji snorts and presses a kiss to Zenyatta’s forehead, “Always. Now budge over, hot stuff coming over and I’m not talking about the tea.”

Genji winks for emphasis which has Zen laughing as he moves. They settle in next to each other, mugs of tea held in their laps and the bowl of popcorn between them. Genji cues the movie up on his phone then flicks it over to the TV.

Zenyatta perks up when he sees Cloud Atlas start playing, “Oh I haven’t seen this movie in so long. What a good choice, Genji.”

“Thanks, Hanzo actually recommended it. I’ve never seen it, but I did some research and it seemed right up your alley.”

“It’s perfect,” Zenyatta leans over and kisses Genji’s cheek, which gives him the perfect chance to then turn his head and capture Zenyatta’s lips in another long kiss. When they break away, Zen insists on pulling the movie back to watch what they missed, saying otherwise Genji won’t really understand what’s going on. He does so without complaint, then puts the popcorn bowl on his lap so that he can pull Zenyatta closer. Genji wraps an arm around his shoulder and plays the movie, already content not knowing what the hell is going on in the movie if that’s the price for spending some quality time with his boyfriend.

#this thing got so far from the prompt my gf gave me #but it was a very halloween prompt and all that got gutted so shrug #i really like college aus #and have plenty of thoughts for characters in this au but not a full plot #ive got too many big plots that i want to do #genyatta #genji shimada #tekhartha zenyatta #overwatch #matty writes

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andilovetowrite · 3 years ago

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Really in Love? 🔥

Leo Valdez x Reader (Athena Cabin Reader)

Summary: Leo didn’t know what went wrong. One minute, he had a smashing goddess girlfriend and an equally awesome best friend. And the next? One of them in the Apollo cabin, and the other one in the Apollo cabi- well, infirmary.

Warnings: mentions of dying, cheating and some blood. Also some elusions to smut and making out. A lot of angst. That's all I’m gonna say.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Life for Leo Valdez had been going good. He had just gotten back from helping Apollo, or Lester, and things had been going well. Calypso had just come back from her camping trip, and she and Leo were inseparable.

Which made things a tiny bit hard for you. You were Leo’s best friend, and right now, you and him were tasked with making the new Big House for the camp. Normally, Chiron would call Annabeth, but since she was out of town with Percy for god knows what (you knew what, he was going to propose to her), he had put you in charge of this project. And since you wanted to make the new structure a bit more technologically advanced, you decided to call Leo in.

And the progress had been going well. Until Leo’s entire attention was given to Calypso. Nowadays, you couldn’t even get a minute alone with your best friend without his annoyingly beautiful and mean gf next to you. And off the record, you had been starting to like Leo a bit. When you both were in the quest, and the only two single ones on the ship, you kinda felt like there was something growing between the both of you.

Turns out you were wrong, because in a few months, after your best friend allegedly “died”, he came back on a flying dragon and a goddess in his arms. Too bad you couldn’t find a boyfriend to take your mind off Leo.

So, life was awkward, but fine. Well….until you got shot in the stomach by an arrow. Yeah, it wasn’t your best moment. It was the day after you had had your one-on-one with Calypso, and you had managed to avoid her, but whenever you tried to get Leo on his own, she just happened to be there. So you decided to get him by himself when you both were working on the project. But before that, you had archery. And least to say, you were quite sufficient at it. So were the rest of your classmates, or at least the people at the training room.

So you knew you didn’t get shot by a fluke. The question was that, who would shoot you?

And you knew the answer. Austin Lake. The only guy in the feild who had some sort of resentment towards you. Why? Because he was your ex. Your breakup wasn’t the smoothest one. There was a whole lot of screaming and yelling. Oh, and a couple of threats and slaps. But you would’nt think that he would shoot you. Where you could potentially die.

So for the rest of the day, while you were in the infirmary with Will, you racked your brain thinking of a reason. But it wasn’t until you saw Calypso walk in that you finally understood. She had come in around the time that Leo would be in his Bunker, banging out dents and marks in his newest projects, with everything else out of his mind. It would be the perfect time to sneak away. At least it would be for Calypso.

You had suspected that Calypso had been cheating on Leo for a while. But you had never had a chance to prove it. Until now, where you had a perfect sight of Calypso and Austin holding hands as they made out at the back of one of the beds.

The sight made you sick to the stomach. Surprisingly, it wasn’t because of Calypso kissing your ex. But rather your best friend’s girlfriend kissing Austin Lake. Your mind went to the hurt look on Leo’s face when he would find out, and you could feel the pain radiating off him.

But you couldn’t keep it from him, so you decided to tell him as soon as possible. Gritting your teeth, you tried to stand up for yourself, pushing your hands against the bed. The pain in your stomach intensified by about a 100x, but nevertheless, you tried to ignore it.

Suddenly, you heard a gentle yet cruel laugh. “Oh Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” You whipped around to see Calypso standing above you, with Austin at her side, and with one pointed look, he took out an injection, filled with green liquid.

“I’m going to tell Leo-”

“No you aren’t. Because you will not get up to ever tell him”, she said maliciously, as you watched in horror. Austin grabbed your arm, and even though you were stronger than him, the pain medication didn’t allow you to push him back. He brought the needle to your arm, and growled at you, his face turned up in a deep frown. With a slight pinch, he pushed it in harshly, the needle cutting through your flesh. Instantly, you began feeling drowsy, as your vision started swimming.

“Y-ou wo-won’t ge...t away with thi….sss”, you tried to say, but all that came out was strangled mutters.

Calypso laughed, swiping her hand on your fingers as her nails dug into your arm. “Oh sweetie, you can’t possibly think a child of Athena would beat a goddess that’s been around for millenia, right? Otherwise, you would be even more stupid then I thought you were…”

And that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a inky black darkness.

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Leo’s POV

Leo walked around the Bunker back and forth, confused on where you were. It was almost 6, and you still hadn’t shown up. Worried, he grabbed his tool belt, tying it around his waist as he left his workspace, going over to the Athena cabin.

“Hey guys”, Leo greeted, trying to spot any sight of you. Malcolm came up to him, his face etched with worry.

“If your looking for Y/N, she was in the infirmary. Apparently, some jackass shot her in the stomach with an arrow. We tried to find who did it, but nothing so far, so we are just waiting for her to wake up.”

As he heard that, he practically started running out the door but he stopped when Malcolm called him back.

“Visiting hours are shut right now. But Austin was the last one to see her, maybe check in his cabin?”

Leo nodded, and although he didn’t like the blond, muscular camper, he still wanted to see how you were doing so he made his way there.

And boy, did he wish he would have gone to see you instead. Because when he walked through the Apollo cabin door, he didn’t expect to see his girlfriend half naked with a shirtless Austin.

“Leo!”, she yelled, covering herself up.

“You-”

She tried to come near Leo, hands reaching for him, but he stepped back, as if her touch was burning hot. “Leo, I didn’t mean to…”, she trailed off, as she began to see the little sparks of fire starting to burst out from his fingers.

She stepped back, and for a second, you could see Leo calm down, wondering if he scared her. But when she reached for Austin’s hand, as she enlaced their fingers together, you could see the fire build up in Leo again.

“How could you-”, he shook his head, not believing it, “I-I was the one who got you off the island” He looked furious, but then his face crumpled as he stared at her. “I lied to my friends. Acted like I was dead for weeks. Just so I could save you, so I could get you off that prison!”

She didn’t say anything, as she just kept looking down at the floor. Half of you hoped that it would just swallow her whole.

“I literally gave my life, and you cheated on me?! You-you knew I had an issue with him-” Realization struck his face as he pieced two and two together. “Th-that’s why you didn’t want me coming with you to the infirmary, did you? Because he would be there. That must be your little get-to-know-you times, huh?”

She tried to shake her head, coming closer to Leo, but he ignited his hands again, this time making them burn bright. “You can’t possibly think that’s why-”

“Oh no, don’t try and make me think of something different. I’m a freaking mechanic Calypso! I wake up if I hear the faintest of sounds, and you wouldn’t think that I would find you sneaking out every night?”

Calypso stared at him, vision swimming with tears, but her face hard. Leo tried to find some bit of her left in there, but gave up, turning around to look for you. “How is-”

“Oh Y/N, I wouldn’t go to see her. Unless you wanna see her bod-”

“What the hell?”, Leo asked, his voice firm, as his mind went into overdrive. “What did you do Calypso?”

“Nothing much..”, she said, but he didn’t hear another word as Will Solace burst into his cabin.

Out of breath, and sweaty, he looked at Leo. “Y/N needs you… she is close to dying”

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That was it, the first part! I’m sorry I didn’t get to the second part, but I think the cliffhanger may add to the storyline, so let’s see if that works out. Thanks so much for requesting this, and I hope you enjoy it :)

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #HOO #Pjo #leo valdez #calypso #hephestus #cabin #cabinet #heroes of olympus #leo x reader #athena cabin #annabeth chase #Leo McShizzle #Angst #Fluff #headcannon #fanfic

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night-fallz · 4 years ago

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XY’s Muse

Based on this prompt

Like I have stated before, this is my first fanfic. Please let me know what you think of it. Any kind of criticism will be welcome.

uploaded on 01/23/21

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Chapter 2

XY was staring at the ceiling. A week has already passed. And he still couldn't stop thinking about the day he spent with Marinette. It was the most fun he'd had in a while.

Before the whole Silencer fiasco, his father would not stop pressuring him to produce a new song. So when they met up for dinner and his dad came up with the idea of stealing someone else's music, he couldn’t bring himself to decline.

XY knew it was wrong.

But all he wanted was the chance to finally impress his dad. Bob Roth might not have the best attitude towards him, but he was all XY had left.

Xy already lost his mom. He would not lose his dad too.

At least, that's what he believed. He should've known that his father was just using him for money. According to his dad, money was the most valuable thing in life.

XY scoffed. He should've known better. He should've known that all his father thought of hi-

He felt a buzz in his pocket and his face immediately brightened. Marinette just texted him!

Marinette: what's up?

Marinette: have u been inspired yet?

Marinette gave XY the idea to just sit back and let inspiration hit him. It was a common idea but it was one that most people tend to forget in the long run.

XY: nothing much

XY: and nope.

XY: my dad has been pressuring me to come up with something tho

Marinette: ignore him

Marinette: he's just mad cause he can't get any ladies

The three dots popped up on his screen.

Marinette: OH CRAP I'M LATE

Marinette: TTYL.

XY rolled his eyes and smiled.

They've been texting back and forth these past few days. He's learned so many things about her and vice versa.

It was nice. It's been a while since XY has had a friend.

Maybe she'll be even more, XY couldn’t help but think as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Huh," XY said out loud. "Even more"

And just like that, inspiration for his next song hit him.

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Marinette was thinking of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed musician when she heard her phone ring.

"Tikki!" she screamed, staring at her phone as if it was Hawkmoth himself.. "He's calling me. XY is calling me."

Tikki sighed and floated next to Marinette, "Maybe you should answer it. It would be pretty rude to keep him waiting."

"Right, right," Marinette answered his call and hoped her voice didn’t sound as squeaky as she thought it did.. "Hey."

"Hey."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Marinette didn’t know what to do. She glanced at the small goddess.

Tikki rolled her eyes at their awkwardness as she gestured to the phone. Ask him why he called you, she mouthed to Marinette.

Marinette nodded. That was a smart idea. "So," Marinette cleared her throat. "Why did you call me?"

"Right, Uhm." Marinette heard him shuffling around his room. "You know how you've been asking me if I was inspired and stuff?"

Marinette's eyes grew wide and a huge smile took over her face as she started to nod before remembering that he couldn't see her. "Yep." she eagerly said, "Did you find any?"

"Yes!" Marinette could hear the excitement in his voice. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to design the outfits for my music video."

Marinette's eyes looked shocked. "Yes!" she jumped around in excitement before remembering she was still in a call with XY. "Why me though?"

XY’s voice sounded confused.. "What do you mean, why you? You're literally perfect for it. You're talented. Plus, everyone loves your designs."

Marinette’s cheeks resembled a tomato. She has never been more thankful for the fact that he couldn't see her right now.

"Thank you." Marinette managed to mumble. "That really means a lot."

"You're welcome." XY said. Marinette had a feeling he was smiling though. "I have to go and have my dad listen to the demo. But I'll text you later, okay?"

"Yep," Marinette whispered and gave Tikki a cookie. "Good luck. I know that whatever song you came up with is gonna sound good. No matter what he'll say."

Marinette heard a faint "Thanks" from the phone before the call ended.

Marinette screamed into her pillow and looked up and saw Tikki look at her with amusement. “I think I like him.”

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"So, what do you think?" XY asked as his father finished listening to his song. "Is it bad? Do you think people will like it?"

Bob Roth grinned at his son. "This is a Masterpiece. Where did you find this?" He gestured to the video of XY singing the song, "Who did you steal this from?"

XY's proud smile immediately turned into a scowl. "What do you mean, who did I steal this from?" He yelled at his dad, his blue eyes glaring at him as he grabbed the demo from the table. "I made it. I came up with it myself." XY felt his eyes tearing up. "Something you would actually know if you thought of me as something more than a money-making machine."

How could he? XY thought as he climbed up the stairs. Is it that hard to believe that I could come up with something good?

XY slammed his door shut. "All I wanted was to prove to him that I wasn't a talentless son." XY put his hands on his face. "I just wanted to make him proud."

XY felt a buzz in his pocket and immediately knew that it was Marinette. After all, she’s the only one that ever texts him.

Marinette: how did it go?

Marinette: did he like it?

XY wiped away the tears that were starting to come out of his eyes. He couldn't help but smile. Marinette certainly had an effect on him.

XY: he called it a masterpiece

Marinette: yes! I knew he would like it.

XY: yeah

XY: but then he asked me who i stole it from

Marinette: THAT JERK

Marinette: WTF

Marinette: THAT's SO MESSED UP

Marinette: HOW COULD HE-

Marinette: DO YOU WANT ME TO BEAT HIM UP FOR YOU????

XY laughed at her text messages. He only started to text her and he already felt better.

XY: no, it's fine

XY: i actually yelled at him

Marinette: ...

Marinette: do you feel better?

XY: actually, yep.

XY: he's a really sucky father

Marinette: for some reason, a lot of the blondes i know have a toxic parent

Marinette: it's kinda sad

XY: maybe it's a paris thing

They texted back and forth, XY laughing at the memes Marinette sent.

XY: You're definitely a daughter of Athena

Marinette: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Marinette: is that a percy jackson reference i see

XY: yep

XY: have u read the books?

Marinette: duh

Marinette: you haven't lived til you've read the books

Marinette: sadly, the movies sucked tho

XY: I KNOW

XY: ANNABETH WASN'T EVEN BLONDE

Marinette: EXACTLY!!

Marinette: SJSJSJSJSJSJ

Marinette: THE MOVIES SCARED ME FOR LIFE

XY: oh yeah

XY: before i forget

XY: what's ur insta?

Marinette: which one

XY scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.

XY: What do you mean by which one?

Marinette: i have two

Marinette: one as my personal one and the other one for commissions and stuff

XY: ohhh

XY: smart

Marinette: i know ;)

Marinette: my personal one is @Mdupaincheng and the one for my commissions one if @MDCdesigns

XY switched his apps and searched up Marinette's personal instagram. He clicked on the first result that came up.

The profile picture was Marinette in a blue, silky dress that went just above her ankle. There was a slit on her left leg that showed her knee. It was nighttime and Marinette was practically glowing under the city lights. She was staring at something on her right side, with one hand running through her silky black hair which was down for once.

She looked hot.

After XY stopped admiring her profile picture, he finally noticed her follower count.

She had 200,000 followers. 200,000.

It wasn't as high as XY's follower count, that was still quite a lot.

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XY: i didn't know u were insta famous

Marinette: wdym?

Marinette: which acc

XY: ur personal one

XY: u have over 200k followers

Marinette thought that she read his text wrong. There's no way that Marinette had that many followers. 200,000? There was no way.

Marinette: ur lying

XY: I'm not.

XY: check ur acc

It's been a while since Marinette has logged onto her personal account. The hate she got the last time she's been signed in was too much for her and when Alya told her to log out and just focus on her other account, @MDCdesigns, she couldn't bring herself to argue against her.

Marinette hasn't even thought of that account since that day. So when she logged in and saw that XY wasn't lying, she accidentally dropped her phone in shock.

Tikki looked at Marinette with a questioning look.

Marinette ignored her kwami and texted the blue-eyes boy back.

Marinette: HOLY SHIT

Marinette: I HAVE 200k FOLLOWERS

Marinette: HOW TF DID THAT HAPPEN

XY: when was the last time you checked ur acc

Marinette: about 3 months ago

Marinette: the media thought i was adrien's gf and his fangirls came at me

Marinette: i got a ton of hate and a friend of mine told me to log out and just focus on my @MDCdesigns acc

Marinette: so i did

Marinette: i haven't thought abt that acc since then

XY: the fangirls were probably just jealous

XY: it's been months so they probably calmed down

XY: I'm looking through the comments rn and so far the latest hate comment you've got was about 2 weeks ago

XY: you've got a bit of a fanbase yk

Marinette: WHAT DO I DO

Marinette: DO I JUST CONTINUE NOT TO POST OR SHOULD I POST SOMETHING ON MY STORY ABT HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR 200k

Marinette: HOW COME NONE OF MY FRIENDS TOLD ME ABT THIS

XY: don't post anything rn

XY: post a picture of yourself and the caption it something that shows ur thankful for the number of followers u received

XY: OH

XY: a few hours before u post the picture, make sure u post on ur story abt how ur back from ur break on social media

XY: that way ppl will understand why u haven't been active

XY: it'll also have ppl prepared for ur post and they'll be waiting for u to post it

XY: that'll give u more engagement and stuff

Marinette: thank u

Marinette: that was really helpful

Marinette: when should i post something?

Marinette: AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHY MY FRIENDS DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABT THIS

XY: u told ur friend that u were taking a break from social media right?

Marinette: yes

XY: then they probably weren't expecting u to post anything so they weren't checking ur insta

XY: u should post something on the weekend

XY: that way ppl wouldn't bother u during school this week

XY: if u want i can help u come up with ideas tomorrow?

Marinette: yes, please!

Marinette: do u wanna come over

Marinette: we can plan it in my room so that ppl won't overhear us

XY: guess I'll see u tomorrow then

XY: just text me the time ur available and I'll be there

Marinette: make sure to wear a disguise tho!

Marinette: we got lucky last time and no tabloids caught us

XY: ur right

XY: we must've been really lucky if no one got a pic of us

XY: but okay

XY: I'll wear my best disguise

XY: goodnight, princess

Marinette blinked a few times, making sure she read the text correctly.

Princess.

Marinette: goodnight ♥

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aliendes · 4 years ago

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BTS reaction to degradation (NSFW) 18+

BTS reaction to dirty talk/degradation

From this ask: hi! found your blog today & i'm enjoying it so far, saw you were taking requests so i thought i'd send one, could we get a reaction to their gf being into degradation? or, if you're not comfortable with that, could we get what kind of dirty talk each of the boys would be into doing? either one would make me happy!

A/N: Hi nonie! Thank you for your request. I mixed your two requests into one, that way all the boys can have different prompts/kinks. Some of them are into degradation, some are just dirty talk. Jungkook’s is smutty, but it’s really sweet and turns really vanilla lol oops. Let me know what you think! Enjoy.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), rough sex, spanking, slight bdsm themes i suppose, sir kink/master kink, slight humiliation but i’m not good at it so oof, marking, voyeurism, um exhibitionism because Taehyung’s got spicy again 🤦🏻 aftercare because duh.

Word count: 3.7k ~

Seokjin really isn’t into degradation in the bedroom, but he has definitely given into his kinkier side with his dirty talk. Something he has been into lately, is tying you up or handcuffing you to the bed while he teases you. Because of his sweet and caring nature, he’s never been one to take things too far, and you love that about him.

Tonight, he has you cuffed to his metal bed frame, completely naked and spread out in front of him. He’s still fully clothed, slotted between your legs, playing lazily with your clit. “You look so beautiful like this, love,” he husks, lust heavy in his voice, “spread out and dripping for me.”

He’s got two fingers teasing your opening and then sliding back up to rub figure eights around your swollen nub. He’s yet to use his mouth on you, and you’re squirming in anticipation of feeling his plump lips on your pussy. “P-please, Jin,” you beg, voice rough from the moans he’s been pulling from you all night, “J-Jin!”

Slowly, he slides his two fingers into your clenching pussy, relieving some of the built up pressure you’re feeling. “I love it when you beg for me,” he rasps, “you want my mouth?”

You nod your head frantically, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of his digits curling up into your g-spot, “God, y-yes!”

“Mmm, beg for me,” he says seductively, moving so his head is face to face with your core.

“Please, Jin,” you yelp as his fingers brush your spot again, “please, I need your tongue!”

Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and delves his tongue into your slit, pulling a scream of pleasure from your lips. “Fuck!” He will definitely have you begging for him all night.

“Fuck,” your boyfriend rasps above you, “look at my little slut, on your knees for me. My perfect cocksleeve.”

Yoongi has his back resting against your kitchen counter, pants around his ankles, as you take his cock in your mouth. Yoongi loves when you suck his dick, and you love doing it, love making each other feel good. That’s why Yoongi likes to give in to your slight degradation kink every once in awhile. The way he talks to you when you’re on your knees for him makes your legs quiver in anticipation. He gently brushes a hand against your cheek as he slides his fingers into your hair, giving a slight tug to pull you off of him. His cock slides out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’.

“Look at me,” he groans as you bring your hand up to continue working his cock, “are you gonna be a good girl and make me cum?” You nod quickly, batting your lashes up at him. “Say it,” he growls.

“Yes, sir,” you whimper as he tugs your hair again before releasing his grip and letting you suck him back into your mouth. You delve back in, hollowing your cheeks and taking all of him until your nose meets his crotch. Above you, Yoongi throws his head back, a low moan falling from his slightly parted lips.

“Such a good slut,” he whispers. He’s close, you can tell by the way his cock twitches as you bob up and down on him, “Gonna take my load like the whore you are.”

You pick your pace up a bit, hand coming up to massage his balls just like he likes. His hips are rolling into you now, chasing his high. His hands grip onto the marble countertop behind him and he gives one last small thrust, shoving his length into you until it hits the back of your throat, prompting you to swallow again. Yoongi throws his head back and curses as he cums down your throat. You swallow around him again before pulling back and rising to your feet. You take in the picture before you one more time as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Your boyfriend is still gripping the counter, pants around his ankles, cock softening as he pants your name. “Fuck-,” he finally opens his eyes to look at you, “you’re amazing. Are you okay?”

You smile at his considerate words that greatly contrast his previous ones. You nod your head quickly, “Yes, Yoongi,” you whisper as you move towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “can I kiss you?”

“Of course love, come here.”

Hoseok was really into BDSM and had a lot of kinks he liked to try out in the bedroom. One of the things he liked to do with you, was degradation. At first, you were hesitant to try it out, not sure how you would react to someone calling you names and degrading you, but after you gave it a try, you were shocked to find out how much it turned you on.

Hoseok was slamming his hips into you from behind, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave little bruises tomorrow. You were on your hands and knees on Hoseok’s red silk sheets, gripping onto the fabric as he thrusted into you. You were a moaning, drooling mess, loving the pleasure he was giving to you. With every thrust of his hips, his long, perfectly curved cock was brushing against your most sensitive spots.

“Such an obedient little slut,” a large hand came down hard on your ass cheek, making you let out a wanton moan. Hoseok groaned as a large, hand shaped red mark started to form on your skin there. He loved seeing his marks on your body. “Taking my cock so well, princess. Think you deserve a reward?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out, only to feel another slap to your rear, “Ah!” You yelped.

Hoseok tsked behind you, “Try again, slut,” he growled, still keeping the brutal pace of his cock slamming into you, “Beg for it.”

“P-please, please sir! Please let me cum!” You were sobbing now, tears rolling down your cheeks at the immense pleasure that was the fire building in your lower abdomen.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, voice low.

Quickly you brought your fingers up to your neglected clit and let out a breathy sigh at the relief. You were so wound up, a few quick strokes of your bud and you were falling over the edge, fire ignited in your core. You cursed as you clenched down hard on Hoseok’s cock, causing his hips to stutter a couple of times. Just as you thought you were coming down from your high, Hoseok reached around, pushing your hand out of the way and starting vigorously rubbing your clit again.

“T-too much!” You screamed, face falling forward into the sheets, “Hoseok!” He knew it would only hurt for a moment, if it was actually too much, you would use your safe word, so he continued his ministrations, loving the way you screamed for him.

The pain quickly subsided and all you could feel was white hot pleasure pulsing through your clit. You could feel every ridge, every vein of Hoseok’s thick cock as he fucked into you even faster. “Take it, slut, take my cock. Cum for me again,” he rasped, close to his own edge. He was panting above you, thrusts starting to get sloppy. You let out a guttural scream as you came again, this time Hoseok’s fingers leave you immediately, letting you come down properly as he grabs your hips with both hands and slams into you one last time, holding your ass against his abdomen as he shoots white hot ropes into you.

You’re both panting as you start to relax, both dripping with sweat, as Hoseok rubs soothing circles into your red ass cheeks. “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to go so rough,” he apologizes, still sheathed inside you, worried if he moves it’ll hurt you too much.

“It’s okay Hobi,” you pant, “I liked it.” Hoseok smiles behind you, letting you know he’s going to take care of you and spend the rest of the night doting on you, as he usually does after rough sex like this.

Your boyfriend, Namjoon, was one of the kindest, sweetest people you’ve ever met. He was a giant teddy bear and everything about him brought a smile to your face. You don’t think he had it in him to hurt a fly. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him kill a bug. The thought made you giggle.

That’s why you were completely shocked to learn, a few months into your relationship, that he had a degradation kink. It was not something you were expecting from your usually calm and caring boyfriend, but you tried it out when he asked, learning that you loved it just as much. Now, three years into your relationship, the dirty talk was the norm in the bedroom.

Namjoon was laying against the headboard of your shared bed, completely dressed, with his cock out as he lazily stroked it when you walked in after work. Wide eyed, you immediately knew what was expected of you, as you set your bag down on the armchair near your bedroom door.

“Kitten,” he rasped, still languidly stroking his cock, paying extra close attention to the head like you know he likes, “I’ve been waiting for you.” You gulped as arousal shot to your core in anticipation for what was to come. You squeezed your thighs together and you started to unbutton your blouse. Namjoon was watching you through hooded lids, lips slightly parted in pleasure. You stripped off your shirt, removing your skirt and bra next, leaving your lace panties on, like Namjoon always liked.

Slowly, you crawl up the bed towards your boyfriend without saying a word. “Such an obedient little whore,” he murmurs, the sight of you on all fours turning him on even more, “so good for me. Come suck your master’s cock, princess.”

Once you reach him, you slot yourself between his legs, hands on either side of his hips. You look up at him through your long lashes as you stick your tongue out to seductively lick up and down the underside of his cock. He was long, and thick, and had the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It was slightly darker than his skin tone, with an angry red tip. His head was large and bulbous and stretched you so deliciously. He looked even more sexy tonight, still in his slacks and button up, wearing his black rimmed glasses that you adored. He let out a couple breathy moans at the sight of you licking him. “Put it in your mouth,” he husked, winding his hand into your hair and pushed you down onto his shaft, “gonna fuck this slutty mouth of yours.” His words were turning you on so much you had to squeeze your legs shut to relieve some of the pressure. If he notices he doesn’t say anything, grabbing onto your head with both hands as he fucks up into your mouth.

You let your jaw fall open, lips wrapping around your teeth, letting him use you however he wants. “Fuck,” he growls, “gonna cum, princess.” He must’ve been really worked up if he was cumming this quickly. You idly thought he probably had a long day at work, and you were always ready to help him relax any way you could.

His cock twitched in your mouth as he pulled your head down onto him, hot spurts of cum coating your throat which you greedily swallow. You pull off his cock with a ‘pop’ and watch as his head falls back against the headboard, letting out a deep sigh. “Thank you, sweetie,” he’s returned to his normal, loving self, “I really needed that.”

You could see how tired your boyfriend was. You crawled up his body and rested against his chest, fingers swirling shapes onto his arms. “Anything else I can do to help?” You asked sweetly.

He sighs again and smiles down at you, “Cuddle me?”

Jimin harshly pulls your hair, causing your head to jerk back, “Who’s cock is making you feel this good,” you’re panting, breaths coming out stuttered as Jimin’s cock slams at an alarming pace into you, “Say it, fucking whore.”

Jimin had your front pushed against the glass of the shower, both of your hands bracing you against it. One of his hands was gripping into your hair, hard, while the other had a handful of your ass. Your cheek was pressed up against the glass door, until he tugged it backward, baring your neck to him. His mouth dove at your exposed skin, biingt roughly as you yelled out in pleasure, “Jimin!”

“That’s right,” he growled into your ear, “Who else can make you feel like this? Huh?” His voice was getting louder, falling deeper into his role, “Filthy slut, taking my cock while everyone is out in the living room. Anyone could hear you right now, is that what you want.”

You moaned at his words, arousal soaring at the idea of someone hearing you. “I can feel your filthy pussy squeezing me. You like that, don’t you. Dirty girl.” He let go of your hair, letting your cheek fall back against the cool glass. He was fucking into you so hard you were seeing stars with each thrust. Breathy moans were falling from your slightly parted lips as he bit down on your shoulder, cock twitching inside you.

“Jimin!” You screamed again as he stilled inside you, shooting his seed deep into your abused cunt.

“That’s right, whore,” he rasps, both hands now grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks, “look at this filthy fucking pussy, dripping with my cum.” He groans as he pulls out of you, pulling a gasp from your lips, and watches as his cum drips down your thighs. He’s panting, slowly coming down from his high. You lean farther into the shower door, eyes closing as you let your breathing even out. You’re so wrapped up in your post coital bliss you don’t even realize Jimin has started cleaning your thighs and the rest of your body with his lemon scented body wash. He leans over, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “You okay, babe?”

You nod your head, cheek rubbing against the glass, “Yeah, just need a minute,” you sigh. He smirks, continuing to wash your body gently.

“I’ll make it up to you later. Promise.”

Most of your boyfriend’s group members had gone out to a bar tonight, leaving just himself, Jimin, and Jungkook at the apartment when he texted you to come over. He said that they were wanting to play some games and watch a movie, which you gladly agreed to. What he didn’t tell you, was that the fantasy you shared with him a few weeks ago about your degradation and exhibitionism kinks, was about to come to fruition.

When you got to the dorms, Taehyung pulled you into his bedroom and prompted you for what was about to happen. He had already talked to Jimin and Jungkook and they both understood the rules. No touching you, no talking to you. He made sure you were okay with this before leading you out to the living room where the other boys were waiting.

Taehyung now had you seated on his cock, back against his chest, as he sat calmly on the couch. You were fully nude, pussy on full display for your boyfriend’s closest friends. The nerves you had been feeling slowly washed away into pure lust at the look on the other men’s faces. Jungkook was overwhelmed with desire, cock already out, laying against his abdomen as he massaged his balls. Jimin on the other hand, looked cool and collected, but was lazily stroking the head of his dick, eyes trained on your pussy split open on Taehyung’s large cock.

At the sight of both men getting off to you, you were a moaning mess as you grind on Taehyung. At this point, you were using his cock to get yourself off, allowing him to sit back and watch the show. You hand both hands on his thighs, grinding backwards into him. His curved cock was rubbing deliciously on your g-spot causing you to let out wanton moans at the feelings.

“Are you enjoying this, slut? Such a filthy girl, getting off to people watching her fuck herself,” he growled, hands coming up to rest on your sides, “Using me like a toy. I should just let one of them fuck you, shouldn’t I?” You knew his words were empty, but it made Jungkook’s eyes widen before he remembered the rules. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, sharing your dirty pussy with the three of us? Wouldn’t you, whore?”

You shook your head as you fucked yourself faster on Taehyung’s cock, “N-no! Only y-you make me f-feel good Tae,” you whine as his hand slides down your front and starts playing with your clit.

“Say it, slut,” he growled in your ear, finger speeding up, “tell them who gets to fuck this pussy, who gets to cum inside you, who owns you.”

“T-Taehyung!” You scream as you cum around his cock, the feeling of his thick member and his slick finger too much for you to handle.

“Fuck,” you heard Jungkook shout from the other couch, cumming into his hand at the sight of you cumming. Taehyung is next to finish, releasing ropes of cum into your tight pussy. He holds you on him for a minute before looking at Jungkook and Jimin, the latter of who was still stroking himself.

“Look, boys,” he smirks, grabbing your hips and slowly pulling you upwards, off his dick, slow inch by slow inch. The others watch in awe as Taehyung’s thick cum drips out of your stretched hole, back down onto Taehyung’s cock. As he pulls the last inch of his length out of you, a glob of cum drips out of you and onto the head of his dick. At that exact moment, Jimin cums hard, shooting white up onto his abdomen. The previously silent man lets out a guttural moan at the sight of your messy cunt.

It was filthy, and you fucking loved it. The two of you went to the bathroom to clean up while the other two cleaned their own messes. Once you were in the shower, Taehyung lavished you with his love, washing your hair and body, letting you rest against his chest as he kissed up your neck. “You were so fucking hot tonight, baby. You know that I don’t think you’re a slut, right?”

You nod, leaning your head back on his shoulder, “I know, babe. I actually really, really liked it.”

He smiles down at you, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Maybe the other’s would like a show next week?”

Jungkook wasn’t so sure about your degradation kink when you told him a couple of weeks ago. You had only just discovered you might be into it when you read about it online and how a lot of women got off to being talked down to. You were interested and asked your boyfriend if he would help you explore it. He was hesitant, not liking the idea of calling you names or making fun of you while you two did something so intimate that was usually filled with love and adoration. But, he was willing to try it to make you happy.

You both decided to try it out tonight since he was staying at your place for the weekend. You had talked about it over dinner, making sure you had a safe word in place in case either of you felt uncomfortable and you outlined your hard limits, meaning you didn’t want to be humiliated. Jungkook definitely agreed with that, telling you he felt uncomfortable at the idea. Once the two of you were on the same page, you led him to your bedroom.

Jungkook was seated on your desk chair with you in his lap, completely naked, riding his cock. This was one of his favorite positions, you knew, and you wanted him to feel the most comfortable since he was helping you try out your kink. You were grinding down onto him, pulling sweet moans from his lips. You lean forward, both hands on his shoulder and bit onto his earlobe, “Come on baby,” you whisper, “give it to me.”

Jungkook swallows harshly before running both hands down your back and grabbing your plump ass cheeks, “Such a dirty g-girl,” he stuttered out, clearly lost in his own pleasure, “taking my cock so well.” He was no stranger to dirty talk, sometimes getting lost in it, but never taking it too far. He lets out another moan as you bite into his shoulder. You feel his cock twitch inside you making you groan at the feeling. He leans back a bit, looking up at you with hooded eyes, “I don’t know if I can, YN, I just love you so much.”

Your sweet boy. The sincerity in his voice made your arousal heighten and in that moment you decided you didn’t need him to call you names, what he was giving you was more than enough. You loved him, too and you didn’t want to push him. With a smile, you lean down to smash your lips onto his, your hips still grinding on him. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

Both of you cum together, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings in the others ears. This is what you wanted. This was all you needed.

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closetedotaku01 · 4 years ago

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thank u for taking my request!!! it is: so where i work (a front desk job) guys come in who are rlly flirty n shit, usually its harmless, like last week some guy just walked by & gave me a note w his number & i havent stopped thinking abt how akaashi would react to that happening to his gf o_o but sometimes it gets...rlly creepy...i jus wanna read abt akaashi w a gf who gets hit on a lot & how he’d react/comfort her 😔 cuz i wish i had him to make me feel better when men are creepy to me 😔

I’m just happy you trust me to write your request, Em. I’m more than happy to take it on <3. I hope it lives up to what you expect. And I’m very sorry you have to deal with what you’re dealing with it’s... disgusting. But I admire your strength for powering through it every day. And Akaashi would too. He’d be so mad at the situation, but so proud of you.

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Fem!Reader x Akaashi

-When it’s harmless flirting, Akaashi usually brushes it off.

-He’s not fond of the situation, but he understands that beautiful girls often get flirted with, and that you can’t really help being so gorgeous, and having such a beautiful smile. Even when the smile is feigned solely for the purpose of doing your job.

-But he trusts you completely. Akaashi wouldn’t even be in a relationship with someone he didn’t fully trust, so it’s never too much of an issue.

-At most he’ll feign a little jealousy so he can tease you and you can tease him back. He loves the cute little batner when you try to reassure him.

-You came home one night, and while you were taking off your shoes Akaashi came up behind you and gave you a hug. He had really needed you that day. Needed to be near you more than anything. And as he whispered a greeting in your ear, his hands slipped into the pockets of your hoodie as he held you. They went in with the intention of holding your hands which were tucked in the pockets to shield them from the cold, but instead he found a note. With some guy’s phone number. He smiled deviously, before having his face fall back to its usual expression.

-He started walking away and reading the guy’s name out slowly, “Really?”

-You laugh, “Oh. That was just some guy at work, Keiji. He was really sweet.”

-“Sweet?”

-“Yeah, he just slid it over on the desk when he was checking out,” you say, following him as he goes to sit on the couch, still examining the paper like it’s an important document that needs to be reread.

-When you’re in front of him he takes your wrist, and tugs gently, pulling you onto the sofa next to him. “Sweeter than me?” Akaashi teases, kissing your hand gently before lifting it over and around his head so your arm is slung around his neck. You lean against his body looking at the creased piece of paper, an uneven heart next to the nine digits written on it.

-You purse your lips to the side, eyes going to the corner of the ceiling, “Well…”

-His arm is suddenly thrown around your waist, and pulls you close to his chest so you’re almost lying on top of him, “Come on, kitten, you can’t just say that!” His voice is slightly whiny before he leans in and kisses the crown of your head, hand cupping your cheek gently and then slipping below your chin and guiding your face to look up at his.

-“Okay fine, Keiji. You win. You’re sweeter,” you huff, annoyed at the effect he has on you. The way his eyes are so peaceful and full of love just for you that you can never resist him.

-He kisses your nose lightly. “Good,” his voice is deep and intense. You lift your head and kiss his lips, before tucking your face into his neck.

-Akaashi loves knowing that he’s the one who gets your kisses and your eyerolls. Your soft touches and your playful hits. Your love and your teasing. You are his, and he will never understand how he got so lucky.

-However when things go too far… his reaction changes.

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You come home late. Later than normal. Later than the nights when your shitty boss makes you take on extra shifts. Later than ever before. No texts. No calls. No warning. And the second Akaashi hears the keys, he’s at the door. He’s been pacing the length of the apartment the whole night, waiting for you to get home. Needing you to come home and be with him so he could be certain you were okay.

He just wants to pull you in close and hold you, hold on tight to you, and fall asleep easily.

But when he sees you, he hesitates. Your hair is a mess, your makeup completely gone, your eyes rimmed red, your body closed off to him, your lips swollen.

“Kitten?” he asks softly, approaching you slowly and cautiously like approaching a wounded animal, “Is everything okay?”

You shake your head. You can feel all of it still. The disgust and grime all over you. There’s nothing clean. Nothing safe.

Akaashi knows you too well, “Want me to run a bath for you?” You nod and he gets straight to it, setting up candles and a bath bomb quickly and warming the water to your perfect comfort level. He lets you be alone while you bathe, letting the warm water melt away the day. Melt away the touch of that man’s hand on yours when he took the key to his room. Letting the steam and scented candles fog your mind, separating you from your thoughts, hazing the memory of his sleazy grin and crude remarks. You let your eyes flutter closed, and let it all disappear.

It doesn’t.

You get out of the tub, and squeeze your hair out, just enough so it’s not dripping. Akaashi sitting on the sofa in the living room. His head is leaned back over the back rest, eyes closed in thought. He’s playing with his fingers the way he always does, bending them back slightly and rubbing them up and down before moving to the next one.

You know it’s killing him. He needs to fix it. Wishes he could know what’s wrong and solve it the way he always does, clear the problem and move on. But you’re not ready to talk about it. And there’s no way to really fix it anyway. You spent hours of your shift, and beyond your shift talking to HR. It was the whole reason you were out so late. And they’d only reminded you of precautions you were meant to take. Because there was nothing they could do. Nothing anyone could do. Especially not to undo the damage that had already been done.

You walk around the sofa and he sits up straight, eyes flashing up to you. You know he needs it, and the world always feels a bit safer with Akaashi, so you take one of his hands in yours. You let your eyes meet his and you can see him analyzing you.

It used to bother you. Used to get on your nerves that he didn’t just talk to you. But in moments like this, in the moments when the words seemed impossible, you were grateful he knew you this well. He scoots over slightly, giving you an easy way in, and you take it. You curl up next to him. Your head rests on his shoulder, your hand cupped gently in his as he plays with your fingers now. He sees the way you relax at his gentle touch, and it brings him some peace knowing he’s at least being helpful.

The increasingly late hour makes everything feel oddly calm. Like the events that happened…. didn’t. Like your mind falsified the event, like in a few hours you’d be able to chalk it all up to a dream or being wasted. Of course, every time you think about it, it hits you, all of what he said, what he did, and the terrible realization of what he must have been thinking.

You speak with calculated words, like the story isn’t yours, “It was bad today, Keiji.”

There was no prompting, but Akaashi acts like your words didn’t just come out of nowhere, “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I don’t know what I want.”

He nods, lightly bobbing his head, “That’s okay. We can just stay like this. Or I can put on music, or a movie to distract you. But if you want to talk… I want to hear it.”

“Okay,” you say, finally turning your head to face him. He puts on a slight faked smile for you. You know he’s waiting. And you know it’s better to talk about it, to vent, then to let it keep consuming you. Get it out of your head, and then it’ll stop taking up every corner of your mind.

“There was … a really creepy guy at my work today. He …,” with being so mentally distant from the situation, and having already told the woman at work your situation, you thought it’d be easy to say. There was something about telling Akaashi that makes the whole thing real. It makes you realize how sickening it was. Forces you to take in the fact that that man had made a decision. A conscious decision proving that, to him, you and your comfort and boundaries, were not worth respecting. That you were something he believed he had a right to have access to. And the thought makes your mind open, finally accepting what happened, and you can’t go on. Your voice is caught under the lump in your throat, you can feel your eyes welling up.

Your lips press into a line, an attempt to hold in the whimpers threatening to fall out.

Akaashi’s eyes are patient and concerned, but once he realizes there won’t be more he doesn’t know what to do. You take the first motion, needing him closer as you cry into him, and Akaashi scoops you up into him, pulling you as close as the world will allow two people to be. “I’m so sorry.” He lets his large hands care for you, one rubbing up and down your back, pressing your slightly farther into him, the other scratching the back of your head gently.

You nod as you let the tears fall, gripping tight onto his shirt, letting yourself take him in. The smooth, gentle, welcomed feel of his skin as his body surrounds you. The clean, calming smell of him. The faint memory of cologne stuck to his shirt. His body wash, cologne, and detergent, filling your mind with pleasant memories. The warmth radiating off his body into yours. He feels warmer than the bath. You can feel the steadying control he has over his body.

“I’ve got you, Kitten. I’m right here,” he pushes you back only slightly so he can take your hands and loosens your grip on his shirt, instead letting his fingers intertwine with yours, “I’m not going anywhere.” He releases your hands, and his to your back, pressing you into him gently.

You bring your hands up, looping them around his neck and playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. You let yourself fall apart, let yourself tumble down and crack and weep, let fractured sentences slip out between sobs, unconcerned that you always leave them unfinished, because you know, no matter how far you break, Akaashi is there holding you together.

He never wavers. His breathing, his heartbeat, the calming strokes of his hands, all of it is steady. And he stays like this until your tears stop flowing, and your hiccups and sobs cease.

“Do you want to tell me the rest or do you want a distraction?”

“Distraction,” you barely manage to get out.

“A movie? A song? Do you want to hear about my day? Or have me tell you a story? Or---?”

“Just wanna hear your voice, Keiji.”

His heart doesn’t know what to do. You hear the way it thrums in his chest. Caught between melting apart at the sweet way you love him, at the knowledge that he can ease you, and breaking apart at how broken you sound.

“Alright, kitten. Let’s see… once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, there was….”

Akaashi continues to tell this little story. It’s mostly nonsense, but you love how his mind works. How he can spin beautiful stories for you whenever you need them.

When you hear him lose his thought, you chime in with a quick detail, your voice soft and raspy. It’s nothing like the stories he writes. These stories are far more special. He usually tells them to you when you’re having trouble sleeping, and you love the calm way he speaks, and the slight voices he does. You’re especially fond of the gentle way he pauses, waiting for you to name every character, or to say which creature the protagonists run into on their quest.

Tonight’s story was about a beautiful princess who, as always, shared your name or some variation of it. The story isn’t one you pay too much attention to, instead focusing on his heartbeat and the way his voice sounds deeper and garbled as it reverberates through his chest. Focusing on the way his body is wrapped around yours, and how safe it feels.

And after a little while, after a few twists and turns in the story, Akaashi manages to lull you to a peaceful sleep in his arms.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu fluff #Akaashi #Akaashi Keiji #Akaashi x Reader #Akaashi fluff #Akaashi comfort #I simp for Em #no one has any right to make you feel uncomfortable #and I’m sorry that some people think they do #I hope your situation improves #I hope this brings you some comfort #Lila Writes💫

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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The Stages Of A Drunk GF - Tim Drake x Reader

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First request on this acc!!! From the lovely: @batboyobsessed

“Hi! Can you do a fic with Tim and the reader (fem please!) where she gets drunk after a rough day at school and Tim comforts her and it’s all fluffy and funny/cute? Idk if you can write like it’s highschool cuz it’s technically underage if not that’s okay! I love your blog!!!”

Link to prompts: https://anothertimdrakestan.tumblr.com/post/622369620610924544/hi-loves-requests-are-open-i-write-for-mainly-dc

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Turns out you can’t just drink wine alone. Or with Dick Grayson. What started with one glass to comfort you after a terrible night at work (Fridays were always the worst) you tried to settle down with a bottle of alcohol Jason had given you months ago but about 3/4 of the way through the bottle you decided you needed more. Calling a ride to the Wayne manor was easy and you stumbled in without telling your boyfriend or his family.

Damian greeted you, noticing you wobble onto the couch he began trying to inspect you for injuries. “Y/n where have you wounded yourself, do you need immediate care? I should see if Tim is back from patrol, or I can call him back now-” words tumbled out of his mouth before you replied “No no Dami I’m fineeee not wounded on the outside just on the inside” you grinned. “I’m not motherly enough for internal issues, I’m getting Dick” Damian grumbled as he went to retrieve Richard, very grateful Dick was at the cave getting stitches taken out from last week.

“Hey y/n Dami said you were internally wounded but not the good kind?” Dick approached you with his classic smile. “No no Dickie not internally hurt I just want a drink!” you slurred lazily getting up and walking towards him. “I’m not getting Tim’s girl drunk sorry hun” Dick shook his head with a laugh. “Okayyy well I’m already drunk so technically you didn’t do anything! And it’s a friday!” you laughed stumbling towards the fridge assuming there had to be some alcohol either in there or in the freezer. That was all it took, Dick really didn’t want to parent you, and he could do for a drink himself.

Tim stretched as he sat down at the BatComputer, after a boring patrol he decided it was time to devote himself to his longer term cases. Just as he opened his folders for one case Damian came into the cave with a smirk that never meant good for Tim. “Tim you are aware y/n is here with Dick right? I believe he’s helping her with her ‘internal wounds’ “ Damian rolled his eyes as Tim whipped around to look at him. One look at Damian’s smug look and he was off to the living room.

Walking in to find you and Dick trying to make snow angels on the hardwood floor was not what Tim was expecting. “Uh... y/n you didn’t tell me you were coming over. Are you okay?” Tim came towards you and you abruptly sat up. “Timmy! I was sad then wine then no wine so I came to Dick who has this!” with triumph you held up a bottle of vodka and Dick laughed and handed you the cup of juice the two of you were using as a chaser. You took a swig from the bottle with a grimace immediately reaching for the juice. “Oh my god Dick you got y/n drunk” Tim ripped the alcohol from you while Dick gave him a sheepish look and began scooting away from the two of you, clearly headed for the couch.

Losing your drinking buddy made you fixate on Tim, and how cute he looked. His hair was ruffled from taking off his suit and he was wearing sweats and a tank top that showed off his muscles, you thought about his arms, how strong they were and how he liked to hold on to you all the time. You began to get sad, missing the feeling of Tim even though he was only standing a foot from where you sat on the floor. Eyes beginning to water you looked up at Tim and raised your arms like a child wanting to be picked up. Tim obliged reaching down and raising you up, and you just melted into his arms. “Y/n, baby, lets go to bed.” you nodded into his shoulder, bunching up his shirt as you clung to him.

“Grayson you’re dead tomorrow” Tim shot him a look and all Dick did to reply was give him a thumbs up mumbling “you know sad y/n turns to horny y/n in like 10 minutes” with a grin Dick watched as Tim carried you up to his room, you clung to him sad knowing you’d have to let go.

As Tim finally coaxed you off him he grabbed you one of his sweatshirts to put on with the shorts you wear already wearing. Like Dick predicted you mood had changed. “Timmy I want this shirt!” you tugged at his tank top with a smirk as his cheeks flushed. Never one to argue with you, drunk or sober, he took off his shirt handing it to you. Taking the shirt you threw it across the room and raised your hands. “My turn!” with a grin you sat expectant for Tim to pull your shirt off too. “Babe you’re gonna be so embarrassed tomorrow” Tim suppressed a chuckle, taking off your shirt quickly and helping you put on his sweatshirt. With a groan you looked at him “Timmy this is you on me” you gestured to the sweatshirt and he nodded, slightly confused before you finished your sentence “I want you in me!” you grabbed his hand pulling him onto his bed and you started tracing your hand down is shirtless torso.

Tim swallowed, focussing on the fact that you were too drunk to know what you wanted to do rather than how turned on he was. “Baby not tonight I’m tired” he lied hoping that would stop your advances. “Timmy you’re tired! That never happens! This means you’ll cuddle me tonight right?” you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, melting his heart. He decided cases could wait for one night, plus this night’s rest meant at least 24 hours of straight work tomorrow. With a sign he nodded, settling into bed with you, enjoying the feels of holding you, even as you wreaked of alcohol. Content with the idea of a nights rest with Tim you settled into his chest and passed out. Something about your warmth was so soothing to Tim, with a yawn he relaxed, deciding he might want to try to whole sleep thing more often.

You woke up with a pounding headache and a snoring boyfriend. Shocked to see Tim asleep you powered through the headache and fell back asleep, you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of Tim sleeping.

Waking up for a second time to sunlight that was painfully bright and an empty bed was more like it. Rolling over to see a glass of water and pain medication you smiled. With a groan you began to try to not throw up promising yourself not to drink until it was legal. Tim came in a few minutes later noticing you were awake he kissed your forehead saying “good morning babe, rough night last night huh?” and you groaned. “Oh my god how many types of drunk y/n did you get?” realizing the last memory you had was playing drunk trivia with Dick. “As far as I know I got fast talking y/n, sad y/n, and our personal favorite, horny y/n!” smothering yourself with the pillow to hide your blush you groaned.

“Do I even want to know what I said?”

“Definitely not babe”

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x y/n #tim drake x you #tim drake fluff #dick grayson #tim drake drunk #dc fluff

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girls-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Sweet Summer Day

Idol: Jeongyeon (Twice)

Prompt: Hiii omg I’m so happy requests are open! You guys have written some of my favorite works ❤️ can I request a Twice Jeongyeon scenario of her spending the day with her gf who have been dating for a while, and they go to a carnival and just do general fluffy lovey dovey stuff and at the end of the day when they go back home Jeongyeon realizes she’s in love? 🥺

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love Jeongyeon. That’s all. I hope you all enjoy!

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The sun was hot, shining bright even after the afternoon had passed, but a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean kept the heat from being unbearable, and Jeongyeon smiled as she stepped out of the car, letting the sun kiss her skin once again.

“I’m glad we decided to come later,” she said as she turned to you, shielding her eyes and closing the door behind her as she shifted her small backpack purse up onto her shoulder. “Any earlier and it would have been too hot.”

With a laugh, you closed your own door and walked around to meet her, holding out your hand for her to take. “It’s still hot-.”

“Because I’m here,” she interrupted playfully, flipping her hair with the hand not holding yours and making you laugh again, rolling your eyes at her antics.

“Oh yes babe, I’m sure.” You patted her shoulder, playing the roll of a patient partner with a sparkle of mirth in your eyes. “It’s bearable outside now, though. I thought I was going to melt at the beach earlier.” There was still a slight flush on your cheeks, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of her or the time spent earlier in the day before lunch, playing around on the beach. Either way, it was cute, and she grinned as she swung her hand in yours, turning the two of you to face the large carnival near the pier.

The lights were already on despite the sun still being high in the sky, and the sounds of people laughing and screaming on the rides echoed over the carnival music playing through the old speakers. The sight alone was enough to make Jeongyeon excited, and the smell of funnel cakes and turkey legs made her tug you forward, a skip in her step.

“It’s the perfect carnival weather,” she declared, “and I’m going to make the most of this day off! I’m going to eat until I pop!”

“Please don’t pop, that would be bad.” You walked quicker than usual to keep up with her excited stride and looked around, your eyes widening slightly as you took in the sights. “This place is so cool. How haven’t we been here before?”

“We haven’t been to the beach before. It’s a day of firsts. Our first beach and carnival date.” Jeongyeon grinned wider as she looked over at you, thinking back to how the two of you had spent the entire day playing and resting with each other. The two of you could sometimes get really busy, so she was happy to have a whole day to spend with you. “How do you like it so far?”

“So far?” You pretended to think, pushing your lips together. “So far, I’ve had fun. Will the carnival live up to my expectations?”

“It’ll be even better than you’re imagining,” she assured you as the two of you approached the ticket booth. “Now, what rides do you want to brave?” At her question, you gulped and looked around at all the thrill rides stretching out to the pier. At the front was the Ferris Wheel, not near as thrilling as the others, but you pointed at that one first.

“The Ferris Wheel is a must,” you said, and Jeongyeon nodded her head in agreement.

“You’re right. Is that the only one you want to ride right now?”

“Yeah, if I see one that looks cool we can always come back, right?”

“Yep!” She pulled out her wallet and exchanged money for tickets with the bored looking woman behind the desk, then guided you into the crowded carnival, alive with sounds and smells. “Now! I’m starving, let’s eat first.”

“Should we really eat if you’re planning on going on the thrill rides?” You asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“We’ll let our food settle on the Ferris Wheel. Are you not hungry?” She turned to you with concerned eyes and you quickly waved your hand.

“No, I’m hungry! I was just teasing you. All of this smells amazing and I can’t wait to eat!”

Her grin returned immediately at your answer and she quickened her pace, headed straight for the food booths in the middle of the carnival. “Let’s eat until we burst, then!”

The two of you ended up sitting at a small table under the shade of an umbrella with a pile of different foods and two iced drinks in hand to fight off the heat. Even though you were sat across from her, your ankles bumped gently against hers under the table, skin brushing against skin and making her feel warm for a whole different reason.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you said, sipping on your drink as you eyed the food. There was a turkey leg, corn dogs, a funnel cake, mini donuts, an assortment of fried foods, a few spicy chicken skewers that Jeongyeon had bought at some point, and, of course, cotton candy. “I think we bought too much.”

“No such thing at a carnival,” Jeongyeon retorted, her grin wide as she picked up a corn dog and reached across the table to feed you. You hesitated for a moment to give her a little smirk before taking a bite and savoring the taste. As you chewed, you took the corn dog from her hands, making her pout a little before picking up her own to begin eating. “There’s no calories if we enjoy it!”

Your laugh was clear even with the loud music from the games only feet away, your face bright, and with your ankle still touching hers, a subtle gesture of intimacy, she felt her heart soar and surge with an overwhelming affection. Was it because you looked extra attractive today, or because she hadn’t seen you in a while?

Whatever it was, she liked the feeling, so she reached over to wipe a crumb off your face and allowed herself to float up to cloud nine, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Jeongyeon had almost forgotten how filling carnival foods were, but with the help of some water, determination, and a dare to finish the funnel cake from you, no food went to waste and she sighed with satisfaction, flopping down to lay on the table bench where she’d been sitting. Only the cotton candy was left, but the two of you had decided to save it to eat while walking around, and that sounded great to her. It gave her time to find the room for it.

With another laugh that sent her heart soaring, you shuffled over to sit beside her, picking up her head and putting it in your lap with an affectionate smile on your face. “What was that about there not being a such thing as too much food at a carnival?”

With a sheepish, almost childish grin, she looked back up at you and snuggled a bit closer. “I finished it all, though, so I didn’t lie.”

“I guess you’re right.” Amused, you patted her head. “Good job, food fighter.”

“You know, I might have a career in competitive eating ahead of me.”

“Maybe you should start a mukbang YouTube channel.”

One of the things she loved about you was how you amused all of her strange jokes, smiling and playing along. Wait, loved? As you ran your fingers through her hair, she closed her eyes for a moment and pondered the word. It felt right, so she didn’t fight it. Instead, she focused on the feeling of your gentle fingers against her scalp.

“Are you going to be able to ride anything after this?” You asked, your voice soft enough for only her to hear it. Opening her eyes again, she shrugged and reached up to intertwine her fingers with yours, holding your hands up to the sky and peering at the slowly darkening sky through the gaps of your fingers.

“I don’t know. I’ll know after I finish winning you some game prizes and riding the Ferris Wheel though.”

“Well, I guess that’s true.” Neither of you had stopped smiling since entering the carnival, and you were still bright as you chuckled and her, leaning back so that she could sit up and stretch. “Does this mean it’s time to walk around and eat cotton candy? Because honestly that’s kind of the best part of a carnival.”

“It’s time for that and for me to destroy these rigged games. Just you watch, I’ll get you one of those stuffed animals!”

Okay, so maybe Jeongyeon was exaggerating her skill at carnival games, but she still wasn’t as bad as other people. After winning a strange key chain from the coin toss and a sticky frog from the basketball hoops, and with her fingers a bit sticky from the cotton candy, she was determined to win big.

“I’m telling you,” she said, one hand holding yours, the other holding her stick of cotton candy, and the key chain hanging from her backpack purse. “I’m the best at the game where we have to shoot water at the target. Just you wait and see.”

She hadn’t won any big prizes yet, but you still seemed content to walk around with her and hold her cotton candy while she tried every game that caught her eye. “I’m sure you will,” you said, without a hint of sarcasm in your voice, and the soaring feeling was back, tightening her chest and making her feel a bit like shivering from the thrill of it. With her determination doubled, she finished her cotton candy, glared at the water guns as the two of you approached, and rolled her shoulders.

“I will. For you.”

Five minutes later, Jeongyeon triumphantly handed you a large, slightly grumpy-looking sloth stuffed animal, making you laugh and clutch it with your free arm. With wide eyes, she took your food so that you could hug it properly and stepped back, a hopeful smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you said, mirth evident through your twinkling eyes and the way you clutched the toy, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them to catch her eyes. You looked so radiant in the setting sun and the colorful carnival lights that her breath caught in her throat. “Thank you.”

“N-no problem.” She quickly recomposed herself and flipped her hair, clearing her throat as she did. “As expected of the master of carnival games, Yoo Jeongyeon.” Her joke got another laugh out of you as you held out your hand, waving her over to you again, and she happily skipped to you to take it. “Should we right the Ferris Wheel now? I bet the view is great.”

“Oh, because of the sunset? I didn’t even realize it had gotten this late.” You looked up at the sky, then over at the Ferris Wheel and nodded. “Let’s do it!”

The cart the two of you were put into after showing the operator your tickets was small, but there was plenty of room for the two of you to sit across from each other, the sloth sitting on the seat next to you. As the ride started to move, the two of you peered out the cart at the ocean, where the sun beginning to dip into the horizon, coloring the sky and ocean with pinks, oranges, and purples.

“Whoa,” you said, sounding a bit breathless as you gazed out. “The view is incredible.”

Jeongyeon looked across at you, noticing how the orange of the evening glow danced across your features, battling with the shadows of the ride, and smiled. “Yeah,” she said, “it is.” The feeling was back. What was the word she’d thought of earlier? Love?

It was a big word. A strong and important word. Yet as she gazed at you, she realized that it was the only word that fit the feeling rising and expanding in her chest. And it made sense that she was in love with you. You were the greatest person to ever wander into her life: she would be a fool if she didn’t fall in love with you.

The wind tugged and played with your hair as you turned to face her, your smile soft and a flush to your cheeks that she could only just make out from the lights on the ride. “This is more romantic than I thought it would be.”

“Really? Ferris Wheels always feel romantic to me.” She swallowed, looking out at the ocean and readying herself for what she was about to say next. “It’s always nice to ride a Ferris Wheel with the person you love.” She didn’t dare look at you as she said it, her heart hammering away in her chest.

For a moment, you were silent, only the faint sounds of the ocean and the music below in the air. Then you breathed in a deep breath, once again speaking softly. “Do you have experience doing that?”

Gathering all her courage, she turned back to you and nodded. “Now I do.”

“Oh.” You sounded like the breath had been knocked out of you before you started to beam, wide and affectionate. “Is this your way of saying that you love me?”

“It is. I love you, (Y/N). I hope you feel the same.”

“I love you too, Jeongyeon. How could I not feel the same?” You let out a burst of nervous, giddy giggles. “I mean, you’re the most beautiful and sweet and funny girl I’ve ever met. I’m lucky to be dating you.”

“Really?” It was her turn to blush, stretching her legs out to once again brush her ankles against yours. “You really think that?”

“I really do.”

“Well, I think you’re an amazing person and that I’m lucky to have met you. I think you’re radiant, and I think your smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“I really do.”

The air was still warm, but it was no longer uncomfortable, and the two of you sat basking in the summer night air, smiling at each other with your hearts pounding and soaring away. The ride slowly stopped, letting off riders at the bottom, and below, lights twinkled and an upbeat song from the 1990′s started to blast from the speakers. But in your cart in the sky, the only thing the two of you saw or heard was each other, wrapped in a world of your own, even if only for that moment.

The sun disappeared from the clear sky completely, giving way to the bright moon and twinkling stars, and she leaned forward.

“Can I kiss you before we get back to the ground?”

With a bright smile and pink cheeks, you leaned forward to press your knees against hers as you whispered, the cart so small that the two of you only needed to scoot forward in your seats to meet each other. “Of course you can, silly.”

Upon hearing your answer, Jeongyeon wasted no time in closing the small distance, pressing her lips against yours.

This wasn’t the first kiss the two of you had shared, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But there was something about the sparks in her chest that she felt as she melted into you, kissing you with everything in her, that told her this kiss was special. This kiss was newfound feelings and promises and the future the two of you were running towards together, hand in hand.

And, as Jeongyeon found out, the future tasted a lot like cotton candy.

#femifics #twice #jeongyeon #jungyeon #twice scenarios #jeongyeon scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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evansfm · 3 years ago

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𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 –– 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 .

every morning evan woke up to a london sky that refused to let the sun in ; summer was drier than spring , but the clouds seemed to linger year round . . . not that she minded . she had , after all , grown up in county dublin , where things were always a bit damp . still , the lack of COLOR could be draining . . . so she searched for it in unexpected places , creating little pockets of color for herself in a rather grayscale world . golden lights strung on her balcony , isla’s bright red hair and matching smile , an array of bright letters boasting NME lining a wall –– covers from past decades , a rainbow rubik’s cube next to her keyboard , two framed photographs perched on her desk .�� the first seemed like forever ago , a beaming eloise with a twin on either side ; beck on the left , evan on the right , both planting kisses on her cheek one valentine’s day years and years ago . the second was more recent , backstage at a show in galway ; kieran sat in his chair with his fingers intertwined with evan’s as she draped her arms over his shoulders from behind , chin resting on top of his curls and a smile that looked SOFT compared to the goofy one ruairi wore , looming behind her with his chin on her head . she felt warmth every time she looked at them , but there was always a tug in her stomach . . . the undeniable feeling of something missing . she found her little pockets of color , but they still seemed muted without the people she loved –– the PERSON she loved .

their schedules had begun to clash –– and evan hated the way she was beginning to get used to the dull ache of his absence . distance had been a part of their relationship for months , but the time zones were killing her . they couldn’t always make time for hours wasted away on facetime ; she couldn’t always fall asleep to the sound of his voice on the other end of the line . they were both where they were supposed to be , chasing their dreams together , separately . . . but evan was beginning to wonder if the path she was on –– the desk , the deadlines , the distance –– was actually what she WANTED . there was a lack of creative control at nme ; she was a part of a greater whole , confined to a desk when she wasn’t out in the field . she felt restless . . . bored , almost . and with her most recent deadline met and a job of her own –– evan connely , sans nme –– waiting at the end of the week , she was distracted .

“ WHAT are you doing ? ” isla popped up behind her , coming out of nowhere to look over her shoulder .

“ jesus , ” evan startled , nearly dropping the plastic puzzle in her hand , “ where t’e fuck did you come from ? ”

“ charlotte’s office . answer my question . ”

“ playing wit’ a toy , ” she held up the half solved rubik’s cube , then let out an audible sigh as isla looked unimpressed , then jutted her chin towards the computer screen , “ trying to put together a mood board for t’is gig i’ve got wit’ saint valentine on friday . ”

perfectly shaped auburn brows raised , “ we got saint valentine ? ”

“ no , ” evan’s lips lifted into the faintest smirk , “ i got saint valentine . ”

“ you’re bloody joking . shut UP , ” isla gasped , rounding to her side of the table desk , just to roll her chair around , “ and you didn’t fucking tell me ? ”

“ no , because you couldn’t keep a secret if you tried .”

“ well that’s because it shouldn’t be a fucking secret , ev . this is fantastic , ” hazel eyes widened with excitement , “ so you’re shooting them for –– . . . ”

“ t’ey weren’t too explicit about it . i know for certain i’m covering bot’ shows at t’e o2 , documenting t’e whole thing from t’e moment they get there , ” evan huffed a curl away from her face , nodding to the screen , “ and t’en a shoot on site at t’e venue . so i’ve got to work wit’ what i’ve got . i’ve got ONE chance here , and nicky haven scares t’e absolute fuck out’a me , so i can’t blow it . ”

“ nicky haven scares EVERYONE . it’s part of his charm , ” isla leaned in , making herself perfectly comfortable in evan’s space as she took the mouse and began clicking through different ideas opened on photoshop , “ let’s see what you’ve got so far –– . . . ”

“ isla , it’s not a big deal . really i shouldn’t even be working on t’is HERE , right now . it’s not exactly nme related stuff , you kn–– ”

“ i TOLD you she was here today , ” a girl called sophie , who manned nme’s front desk in the mornings , materialized on the other side of evan’s desk . a junior writer , andrew , was hot on her heels .

“ soph , now really probably isn’t the best time and it really isn’t your busi–– ”

“ someone’s got to show her , ” sophie was , admittedly , obnoxious . and coming from EVAN , that was a feat .

“ show WHAT to WHO ? ” isla’s voice changed in tone , taking on a hint of authority as she looked at andrew , “ aren’t you meant to be doing some social media research right now ? ”

“ i WAS , but –– ”

“ but we’ve found something that evan HAS to see , ” sophie . again .

“ we ? ”

“ ME ? ” evan said in tandem with isla , brows lifting as she clicked the final piece into place on the cube . she glanced over at isla and felt a strange twist in her stomach when she saw the redhead had gone rigid .

“ is this about –– ”

“ rebecca stringer , ” andrew nodded solemnly , as though evan was supposed to know who the hell THAT was .

“ better known as BEX , ” sophie added .

it was evan’s turn to go rigid . her back straightened , and it felt like ice had just been shot through her veins . truth be told , she was more worried about conflicting schedules lately . . . not the way bex sing-songed a shortened version of kieran’s name . . . or the way she answered his phone and simply couldn’t remember who evan was . . . or the way she’d made sure evan could hear her promise to personally deliver kieran to his hotel room that first night in los angeles . it wasn’t exactly PLEASANT being reminded of the instinct that she’d shut down , intuition telling her something wasn’t quite right there . her brows pinched together as the rubik’s cube slid from one hand to the other and back . she glanced over at isla with a prompting look .

“ we’re . . . doing a piece about nepotism babies in the industry , and she’s a PERFECT example of one so i was having andrew look into the way she interacts with fans and her socials and what not . she’s one of like TEN people we’re looking into , ” she explained with an apologetic look . it was then that she turned a sharp eye to andrew and sophie , “ don’t know what THAT has to do with evan , though . ”

“ see for yourself . ”

“ SOPHIE . ”

“ what ? it probably isn’t even new information for her , ” she shrugged , reaching over two monitors to hand evan a phone . twitter was opened to a profile with bex’s beaming face in the icon , but the handle wasn’t hers . she gave the pair of them a skeptical look before glancing over at isla who only offered a half - hearted shrug . it didn’t take long to see what , exactly , sophie had been talking about , a slew of tweets and retweets .

bexupdates : bex & kieran pulled up to the venue together . . . and then left at the same time . why are they lowkey so cute annathefound : not bex wearing a baby tee version of the found’s merch . . . stanning her boyfriend just like the rest of us

ruairidailyposts : ok wait are evan & kieran even dating anymore bc i could be down with a bex & kieran moment cheerupbailey : @ruairidailyposts you know two people can have a relationship without posting about it right ??? they’re in separate countries rn lol

babybexxx : i just think that bex & kieran walsh as a power couple .

bxhq : no offense but bex is simply so much better for him than some rando from ireland like what thefoundupdates : @bxhq babes they LITERALLY grew up together ????

totallyconan : be honest do u guys think the reason evan isn’t on tour with them is bc they’re not together anymore like she literally never misses shows

adamfitzupdates : why are y’all so obsessed with a relationship that doesn’t concern you ??? chill bexlevitates : @adamfitzupdates bc it’s weird that evan knew him for so long and only started dating him AFTER the found started to get big like that’s shady

bexupdates : find someone who looks at u the way bex looks at kieran on stage wtf did y’all see that

newruleshq : no waaaay this man has a gf when he and bex look so good next to each other LMAO

thefoundupdates : according to the girl who wrote the article kieran literally WALKED OUT on the interview ??? rockstar behavior but also hope he’s ok

evan could’ve kept scrolling for hours as her heart rate began to rise and rise . the crease between her brows deepened , and she reminded herself of everything she knew to be true . kieran LOVED her . twitter was a BRUTAL place . it was as though the worst parts of her subconscious had come to life in 280 characters or less . her head began to swim as her heart sank into her stomach .

“ what does t’is –– . . . ” her voice cracked , and she cleared her throat , finally looking up from the phone screen , “ why , exactly , are you showing me this ? ”

sophie looked as though she was shocked by evan’s question , “ because i’ve dated musicians . . . and like HALF of those are in bex’s likes . which are public , by the way . just doesn’t seem subtle to me . ”

“ are you trying to insinuate something here , sophie ? ” her tone shifted , irritated as she handed the phone back .

“ like i said , i’ve dated guys in bands , too , and –– ”

“ enough , ” isla snapped , “ you’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong . BOTH of you should be off doing your jobs right now , so , run along . ”

both of them scurried off without a word .

evan was still for a moment , but her fingertips were itching for the keyboard . she was no stranger to things like this , unkind words from strangers who didn’t LOVE the idea of her –– despite not knowing her . the good outweighed the bad on the internet , but the voices who didn’t like her were always the loudest . even BEFORE she and kieran had gone public with their relationship . . . even before they were ever in a relationship at all . over time , she’d learned to tune it out and focus on the kindness that flooded her comment sections and mentions . . . but every now and again something slipped through the cracks . . . and when they did , she absorbed them like a blow to the abdomen . they settled into her memory and cemented themselves there , tucked away until they found the perfect moment to make her self conscious . like the fan who had commented on the shape of her body before and after going to uni . . . and another from galway who made it their business to let everyone know she’d slept around while living there . . . and every time someone said she wasn’t good enough for kieran or any of them . that she had bad intentions , leeching onto the boys for fame . that her career was based SOLELY on the four of them .

if she caved and kept scrolling , she’d commit it all to memory . . . everything that made her intuition about bex STRONGER .

instead , she launched forward and snatched the rubik’s cube back up , immediately distorting its perfect faces and mixing it up again . it was good to keep your hands busy , she knew , when your mind began to run away .

the worst of it wasn’t even TRULY comments about their relationship . . . those hurt , but they didn’t sting quite as bad as real - time updates about kieran and bex showing up or leaving venues together . she dulled the pain by reminding herself that THREE other boys were never too far behind . that kieran would never . . . COULD never . . .

but then again , there was the tweet that weighed heaviest in her mind . kieran walked out in the middle of an interview , and he hadn’t told her . something rattled him to the point of his version of an outburst , and he hadn’t told her . that seemed like something he would have told her . . . it seemed important enough , she thought to herself , right ? RIGHT ?

her throat felt tight , and she kept running the tweets she’d read over in her mind . there was a deep furrow in her brow as she looked down at her hands , still vehemently mixing up the toy . something felt off kilter . . . but she couldn’t pin down which hurt more : the slew of tweets from people pretending to know what went on in her relationship . . . or the thought of kieran doing something as rash as storming out of an interview –– and then not telling her .

“ i didn’t know about t’e interview bit , ” she said quietly , eyes still trained on the colorful cube . she was certain her face was the opposite , color drained .

“ evan –– . . . ”

“ it’s fine , ” she said firmly , “ it’s probably not true . just like t’e rest of it isn’t true . ”

her voice sounded distant . . . and she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince isla or HERSELF . clearing her throat again , she set the toy back down on her desk and scooted towards the computer .

“ i’ve got work to do , ” she said quietly , getting back to the monitor . though all she wanted to do was go home . how many more people thought that she wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH for kieran ? how many people thought someone like bex was a better fit ? how long would it take for the suggestion to become potent enough to make the people who KNEW them question it as well ? and if kieran had walked out of an interview , WHY hadn’t he told her ?

she glanced down at her own phone screen , hoping that maybe she’d missed a text or a call . . . but all she got was nothing . nothing but the words she’d seen written down , now cemented in her mind : bex is simply so much better for him . . . because SHE was there , wrapped up in the same world he was in . she was accessible . immediate . beautiful .

and evan was stuck in london with nothing but time to wonder .

#idk what to taaaag it

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The Goode Case, 14/14 (Multi) - Juno

Chapter Summary: Jaida, Brita and Jackie try to plan for the three of them to go bowling. Of course, that might not work out quite as planned!

(A/N: So ….. this is the end of TGC! It’s the epilogue, and I wanted to give them all an ending, so here it is. I’ve been so blown away by the support I’ve received for this fic, even though it’s completely insane and no one asked for it! Thank you to everyone who has left me a like, kudos, comment, or just read it and enjoyed it. It really does mean the world! xo Juno)

Tuesday 14thNovember

7.09PM

Brita:Do u want to go bowling this Friday? Xx

Jackie:The three of us??

Jaida:I don’t think three is quite enough sis. Not for a good game. We’ll be done in half an hour!

Brita:LOL if that’s a hint then yes u can ask Jan xx

Jaida smiled to herself. If she hadn’t been thinking it before, she definitely was now. She was having a great time getting to know who Jan was, and what made her tick, these past ten days or so. Hearing Jan’s unbelievable singing voice at full pelt in Jan’s little Fiat 500. Playing around doing lay-ups at the basketball court and normally losing to Jan, even thought she was the shorter of the two. Getting their legs tangled in the sheets at the end of the day …

Oh yes. Jaida had enjoyed every minute.

Jackie:Ok, I don’t need to read minds to see how this will go……..

Jaida: lmao really? X

Brita:Enlighten us Jacqueline xx

Jackie:Obvs we three want to go

Jackie:Jai invites Jan

Jackie:Brita wants to invite a gf if Jai is inviting one

Jackie:So now Aiden is coming

Jackie:Aiden always brings Crystal

Jackie:Crystal always brings Gigi

Brita:Aiden isn’t my gf

Jaida:and Im Oprah

Jackie:LOL!

Brita:shush Jai xx

Brita:we just had a couple dates so far thats all xx

Jackie:Ok so I actually laughed

Jackie:Heidi & Nicky heard me

Jackie:So they invited themselves

Jaida:oh that’s cool no problem x

Jackie seemed to see more of Heidi than Jaida did right now. Jaida might have felt strange before, the thought of her friend and her colleague mingling, no careful divide in her mind; but that was fading fast. Nicky had started teaching Heidi some useful French, rather than just more swearing, and now they were organising for Nicky to come into Heidi’s kindergarten class with some basic French for the kids.

As for Brita … well, if there was one thing Jaida had learned about her through the Goode case, it was that she often had a slightly devious ulterior motive in these innocent suggestions. And although Jaida still didn’t feel as if she knew Aiden very well yet, she’d noticed that Brita had never spent more time daydreaming in the office; prompting a few pens being thrown at her by Jackie all last week.

Brita:How many is that? I suck at math lmao

Jackie:is that nine?

Jackie:one more to make it even??

Jaida: Dahlia, I said I would organise something with her

Brita: sis u cant invite Dahl without Rock xx

Jackie:Ok look

Jackie:We can’t have eleven

Jackie:That’s an even weirder number than 3!!

Jackie:Maybe we should stick to us 3

Jackie:No friends

Jackie:no gfs

Jackie:No psychics

Brita:no psychics? So we not going either?? LOL

“Hey, Jaida.” Widow came out of her room, waving to Jaida on the couch, as she walked past to the kitchen. Jaida gave her a smile and a wave back.

Widow was still walking a little slower than usual, but finally getting back into a routine. She’d flown back from KC on Sunday night, but even the week before that, she’d seemingly made some progress. She had even started coming to talk to Jaida, feeling a bit more comfortable sharing things with her.

Jaida was struck with inspiration.

Brita:also Jackie why cant u just type a message in one line Xx

Jaida:I got it, my housemate Widow to make it 12 x

Jackie: Who?

Brita:yeah u may not have met her yet

Brita:Jai I thought u said she doesn’t like big crowds xx

Jaida: something tells me things may change x

Friday 17thNovember

7.25PM

“Child, I still don’t get why it’s called football.” Jaida teased Jan, as they sat waiting for their turns to come back round. Heidi was lining up her shot in the distance, but neither Jaida nor Jan knew the scores at this moment. “They don’t even use their feet! They use their hands! And it’s not a ball! It’s an egg! Hand-egg!”

“Jai, if you insult my precious Patriots one more time, I’ll –“

“Jan! Focus!” Heidi was calling her. “Your shot, boo!”

“Be right back after I hit a strike!” Jan reached over to kiss Jaida gently on the lips.

“Oh, so you’re not coming back?” Jaida tutted, unable to stop the grin spreading across her face. Jan playfully slapped her arm and grinned back at her.

The aisles were only good for six people each, so they’d booked two beside each other, and it looked like couples’ night in the opposite lane. Brita’s impressive round of strikes and spares was almost matched by a few strikes from Crystal, all of which she claimed were flukes. She hadn’t stopped laughing all evening, clinging to Gigi, who smiled coolly and pushed her hair out of her eyes whenever Crystal did so. Gigi herself was making a respectable score behind the two of them, claiming to just have a magic touch.

Dahlia, however, kept sinking almost every ball into the drain and sulking as she did so, going into the sixth round with only seven points on the board. Aiden, whose twelve points were almost as bad, ended up insisting on the fences being raised after her third straight round of hitting nothing, prompting Rock to hit trick shots for the rest of the evening, bouncing her bowling balls between the fences and making her turns take twice as long.

It was Widow who came to sit in Jan’s empty seat, the mischievous glint in her eyes slowly returning as the days went on. Jaida returned her smile, and Widow reached and rubbed Jaida’s forearm.

“Thanks for inviting me, sis,” she muttered. “It’s – it’s a good night.”

When Jaida had asked, Widow had hesitated in coming out as part of a large group. Following Tori’s funeral the previous weekend, Widow had insisted on a quiet time all week. But the crowd brought her straight in, particularly Heidi and Brita, who she had already met. She even seemed to click with Jackie almost immediately, both of them shrieking with glee at discovering a mutual love of Overwatch and swapping Xbox names to link up later.

But Jackie and Widow were already competing. On the scoreboard in their lane, Widow was leading the team, but only by two points, with Jackie right behind her, almost matching every single strike. Jaida was enjoying seeing them show competitive sides that they rarely did, both of them playing up the competition by pointing menacingly at each other after each turn. Jaida, Jan, Heidi and Nicky were all lagging behind them, all in a cluster, but none of them minded; they were far too amused by Jackie and Widow to care.

Jaida looked at all their names altogether on the scoreboard, and the other names on the other lane. It still felt a little weird, but Jaida was actively trying to focus on it, and tell herself that it was all good. The separation she’d held onto for so long had crumbled, and here they all were – friends, colleagues, housemates, girlfriends – all in the same space.

And bringing her friends together, into one space in her life, made Jaida feel a lot more complete.

She grinned at Widow and turned to watch Jan, who was picking up every spare bowling ball and testing their weights, before commenting on the balls all being too big and settling on the lowest weight. Jackie, next to her, was giggling at her comment.

“You like them, now that you met them?”

“I hate to admit it, but yeah,” Widow chuckled. “They’re all really, uhm –“

“Exuberant? Energetic?”

“Loud,” Widow chuckled again. “I’m getting a headache. But – they’re all so nice as well.”

They were interrupted by a whoop of joy and a leap in the air; Jan had somehow managed a strike with her tiny ball and was twirling on the spot, her blonde hair spinning a whirlwind round her face and shoulders.

“Your girlfriend – Jan – is she your colleague as well?” Widow motioned to Jan.

“No, I met her through Brita.”

“And the three students? Sorry, I can’t remember their names.”

“I can’t discuss the case, but I met them through work.”

“And the girl with blue hair?”

“That’s Dahlia’s girlfriend, Rock.”

“Rock?” Widow repeated. “As in, rock solid? Rock ‘n’ roll?”

“Yeah,”

Widow’s eyes moved between them all on the opposite lane. Gigi was lazily twirling a finger through one of Crystal’s curls, while Crystal gazed enraptured at the scoreboard, for once still and silent; Gigi seeming to be the only person able to quieten her. Aiden, whose turn it was, held a bowling ball to her torso and was trying to keep a straight face as Brita, stood next to her, held another ball and was somewhat innocently demonstrating which fingers were best to use for the holes.

In their own lane, Jan and Jackie were calling to Nicky, whose turn it was; but Nicky was curled under Heidi’s arm in the booth next to them, her long legs swung over Heidi’s lap, holding her phone and scrolling down while they both stopped for a few seconds, chuckling at whatever was on the webpage they were going through.

Jaida smiled at Widow’s bemused expression. “You’ll get used to them.”

——

THE END

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old-read-all-about-kpop · 6 years ago

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Anonymous: Yo so idk how many request u have rn and I also don't wanna be like... annoying since I already requested two times but I just rlly can't get enough of ur writing so I'd like to request an Ateez reaction to ur bf/gf breaking up w/ u and ur all emotionally messed up and he (as ur bff (who maybe has a lil crushon u)) is kinda comforting u and eventually even confessing idk let ur creativity flow :) hope ur doing good, have a great day/night!!💝~💎

A/N: Yo so you’re not being annoying by requesting multiple times like what! How could you say such a thing? You’re my first anon (I would die for you) and I appreciate your very existence. I am beyond happy in knowing that you enjoy my writing, and I hope you continue to do so. So, without further ado, here is the reaction my love! 💓💓💓💓

Hongjoong

Your pained cries were the only sounds that disrupted the silence in the room. You clung onto Hongjoong like he was your lifeline, and you were close to dying. You felt like it, at least. The pain that has been inflicted on your heart just felt too overwhelming.

Hongjoong, on the other hand, was trying his hardest not to succumb to his anger. For the umpteenth time, your douchebag of a boyfriend - well, ex-boyfriend now thank God - hurt you once again. But, this time, Hongjoong was uncertain if you’d ever come back from this agony.

Your ex cheated on you. After everything you had put up with, the deception, the temper tantrums, the degrading, the possessiveness, the controlling egotistic remarks, he decided to cheat on you on your first anniversary! Unbelievable! Joong knew the guy was a tool but this just put the cherry on the top.

Joong tightened his hold on you, hoping that his embrace would keep you in one piece. He dreaded the moment he would let go and you would crumble like a fragile artifact.

Joong kissed the crown of your head then, hearing you now settle down to heartbreaking sniffles. “I know it hurts, sweetheart.” He sighed heavily. “If only you were mine. I would treat you the way you deserved. Like a goddess.” He said this in a whisper as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He didn’t wish to confess like this while you were so emotional, but he still felt like it should be stated.

You raised your head up the slightest, gently kissing the underside of Hongjoong’s jaw. “I know, Joong. I know.”

Seonghwa

“After everything I’ve done for that prick and he has the audacity to break up with me? The one who helped him get a job? The one who has been giving him money so he can buy food during his lunch breaks? The one who slaves over a hot stove to cook him lunch when he is tired of buying food?” With each jab thrown at the jerk who stormed off after breaking the relationship off, you tore off pieces of the tissue you had in your hands.

You chuckled humorlessly. “You know what? Good riddance!” You began to tear at the innocent tissue angrily. “I never needed him. I never did!” Your speed-tearing faltered, your shoulders dropped. “He wasn’t any real good for me anyway,” you whispered. Your bottom lip quivered. You finally realized that you shouldn’t have dealt with the mistreatment he was giving you as long as you did. You began to realize how foolishly invested you were in that awful relationship. You should’ve known better.

Seonghwa took hold of your chin, leading your eyes to meet his. His gaze was solemn with sparks of anger and disgust that could easily be assumed to be aimed at your slimeball of an ex-boyfriend.

Seonghwa caressed your cheek delicately as if you were prone to breaking under his touch. You probably were by the amount of emotions you were feeling inside. He then wiped away a tear that, unbeknownst to you, slid down your cheek.

“You know you don’t have to put on this false charade of you being unaffected by that douchebag, right? I know you’re hurting inside, y/n. That’s okay. I know you had deep love for him, even though he didn’t deserve one bit of it. But, you’re human, you’re allowed to love and, unfortunately, to feel pain and devastation. So, go ahead, cry. I won’t judge you. Not even a little bit.”

Like a dam that had collapsed from the strength of the water, your eyes polled with tears before they fell like paratroopers. You dived into Seonghwa’s chest, letting out all the heartache that enveloped your body in broken sobs.

Seonghwa didn’t hesitate to pull you closer to him, rubbing your back as you cried. He brushed your hair away from your face and, despite the situation, gazed lovingly at your face and the beauty you humbly held.

As he placed his cheek on the top of your head, rocking you back and forth, he sighed deeply. “When everything has settled down, I would love to dote on you and cherish you the way you deserve.” He chuckled. “I think we both know you earned it after that tragedy.”

You giggled, hiccuping immediately after, unknowingly pulling on your best friend's heartstrings. You tightened your hold on his waist before parting your lips to speak the words Seonghwa didn’t expect to hear in a million years.

“I would love that, SeongSeong.”

Yunho

“Y/n, please, let me in,” Yunho softly said, knocking on your bedroom door. Upon receiving no response, he cursed to himself. He just had to put his foot in his mouth when you needed him.

You called him an hour ago, stating that it was an emergency and you needed him yesterday. Yunho, worried for your well-being, hurriedly packed his duffle bag with clothes and essentials and ordered a Lyft in a matter of five minutes. He didn’t wanna risk keeping you waiting.

Once he got to your place, you two sat down in the living room, where you let out a long-winded rant about your childish ex-boyfriend and how he completely embarrassed you during last night’s date. He assumed you were flirting with the waiter when, in actuality, you were engaging in some playful banter. But, being the stubborn mule that he was, he reprimanded you loudly in front of the other customers. It caused you to be kicked out of the restaurant. You were in shambles, utterly mortified over the spectacle.

And it only worsened from there when you gave him the silent treatment. He started calling you a brat and, eventually, once you got to your apartment, he called you a female dog. That was your last straw with anyone, no matter who they were.

You ended up kicking him out, losing your sense and going ballistic on him. It was satisfying seeing him taken aback by your sudden change in character but, once he was gone, you felt empty. Deflated. You didn’t understand what you did to deserve such mistreatment.

Yunho didn’t help the situation as he snarkily stated, “Well, I told you he was no good for you. But, with your head so far up his behind, I’m not surprised that you didn’t heed my warnings.”

Yeah, like that was what you needed in a time that you wished to be consoled. So, as you tried to keep the hurt and tears out of Yunho’s sight, you hurried for your bedroom. Yunho, quickly realizing his poor timing in wanting to say “I told you so,” raced to catch up with you. But, you were a second quicker as you almost had him kiss wood.

Twenty minutes have passed, leaving you to grow needier for some human contact, and Yunho to dwell in self-loathe. The silence was sometimes disrupted either by Yunho’s deep, sad sighs or your solemn sniffles. Your eyes were dry of any tears. You were back to feeling empty all over again.

“Y/n,” Yunho called, prompting you to look toward the door. “You know why I act like this? I know it isn’t right, nor is it excusable, but, the reason why I responded the way I did earlier was because...I love you. No, scratch that. I’m in love with you. Muffin, I have fallen for you. Your melodic laugh, your gentle tone of voice that could lull a puppy to sleep, your wise eyes, your down-to-earth mindset. I mean, there truly isn’t a thing that isn’t to fall in love with.

Sweets, I’ve always wanted it to be me you’d end up with. But, until now, I’ve been hiding away my feelings like a dog does its tail when scared. I just didn’t wanna risk ruining our friendship. But now I say screw it. Because there is no way in Hell that we could break up. You are the puzzle piece that I need. We connect mentally and emotionally. What I’m trying to say is...is that...” He groaned, fishing for the right words. “What I am saying is that I want to be the man who-”

You pulled the door opened, immediately meeting the adorable brown eyes of the tall prince. You two stared at each other for a while. But, then, the corners of your mouth slowly lifted into a smile. Yunho slowly exhaled, having had held his breath.

You grabbed hold of Yunho’s hand, keeping eye contact the entire time. You lifted his large hand to your cheek, snuggling into the warmth it retained. Yunho could feel himself becoming putty.

“You’re the puzzle piece that I need too, Yunie.” You gazed up at him, showing him acceptance and love that he has been dying to see for the longest.

He felt like he had finally found the hidden oasis to your heart.

“I swear to treat you like the queen you are, muffin.”

Yeosang

“So, I seriously can’t go to his house and egg it?”

You responded first with countless sniffles, trying very hard to reel in your emotions. You dabbed your eyes with a tissue as you spared your best friend a sideways look. “No, Sangie. You can’t egg his house. You could get arrested.”

“But he hurt you.”

“And you think the best way to get back at him is to egg his house? He could just clean that crap off.” You sat back into the couch cushions then, fiddling with the tissue. “No scars are gonna remain.”

Tears quickly welled up in your eyes, causing you to turn away and stifle any whimpers that tried to escape your chapped lips. Yeosang watched you with pity, careful not to let you see it on his face. He knew the minute you do you’ll feel even more pathetic than you already did. You always hated getting doted on or receiving sympathy from others. It eventually led you to shut out your vulnerability, leaving it for the times you are by yourself, sobbing in the confinements of your solidarity.

Yeosang, mustering up as much confidence as he could, grabbed hold of your shoulder and forced you to turn around to face him. You kept your face down, refusing to let Yeosang see you in such a miserable state. But Yeosang didn’t care one bit. He was happy in knowing that you felt comfortable in allowing him see you with your emotions on display, with your heart on your sleeve. He wanted nothing more than to tend to you and your beaten heart.

With a tight grip on his nerve, Yeosang took hold of your face, cupping it in his hands tenderly as if you were a porcelain doll. He rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks, hoping that you could feel his love for you through his soft touches.

“Y/n,” he began before wetting his lips. He took a deep breath in, his nervousness bucking within him like a raging bull. “Darling, you’re so special to me. More than you can ever know. And, as cliche as it may sound, it physically hurts me when you date these boys who don’t respect you. They don’t see the halo that envelops your body. They’re blind to it. Because you are an absolute angel and deserve nothing less than the love and tenderness that you deserve in your life. Y/n, you deserve the world! And...I want to provide it to you. I know it’s probably in poor taste to confess my feelings to you at this sad point in your life but I just felt like I was-”

He was cut off by the feel of your plush lips against his. His eyes were the sizes of soccer balls as he tried to fathom the turn in events. But, the glorious feel of your lips molding into his had his eyes flutter shut. In no time did he recapture your cheeks in his hands. He pulled you in closer, relishing in the blissfulness of finally kissing you. Embracing you to the full extent that he wanted to. He was gonna show you that you were a queen that needed to be worshipped. He was going to cherish you.

San

Quiet sobs and heart-wrenching whimpers were the only sounds that disrupted the silence in your bedroom. You clutched onto San tightly, prompting him to pull you in closer as well. The pain in your heart was overpowering, weighing down on you like cement blocks. The only way to keep you from crumbling under the extreme weight was by holding onto San, who has been nothing but comforting and a great support system.

A couple of minutes passed before your cries ceased. Now, you were just laying on San, thinking of nothing as your face dried from the salty tears that stained your face. San, still being as quiet as a mouse, never stopped rubbing your back. Rising and falling along with his chest as he breathed caused you to fall under the impression that you were on a boat, bobbing along to the calm waves of the ocean. It was a lovely reminder that you were not alone in this awful moment in your life.

You rose up then, causing San to drop his arms from around you and fiddle with the hem of your (his) sweatshirt. He peered at you expectantly, his eyes soft like a puppy’s. You couldn’t help but admire him for a few heartbeats. His face was serene with the slightest hint of sadness. Sadness toward you, of course, his one and only.

He reached his hand out then, lightly touching your face as if not to startle you with the contact. You dipped your face deeper into the palm of his hand, happily welcoming his touch. San smiled then, a gentle one that had yet to be adorned by his dimples.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, San spoke, but quietly as to not harm the silence. “Listen, Y/n... You might not want to hear this right now but, I need to say this or else I will continue to have this restless ache in my heart that I know will kill me one day.

“Princess, you are a gem. You are a precious part of my life that I cherish with every fiber in my body. I hate seeing you frown. Your cries inflict so much pain within me. Baby, you’re a flower. He was weed killer. He was diminishing your light and that was the most sinful thing he could have ever done to you.

“Again, you might not want to hear this but, I love you. I’m in love with you, to be frank. I don’t want to ever see sadness take over your beautiful face. If I ever were to be the cause, I would fall to my knees and repent. And you know why? Because you matter to me. Without you," he sighed heavily, "I don’t think my days would be as bright as they are when you are with me.”

Tears poured over your waterline. But, this time, it wasn’t due to how melancholy you were feeling. No man has ever conveyed such poetic words like San just did. No one went out of their way to say such sweet words to you with as much sincerity and love as San did. His eyes, observing you carefully, were gleaming with hope for your answer and adoration that genuinely displayed his feelings for you.

Without saying a word, you let your actions do the talking. You leaned down and wrapped your arms around his neck. Instinctively, San engulfed you with his strong arms, pulling you so close that he could’ve fused your bodies together.

You then placed a soft kiss on his cheek, letting your lips linger on his smooth skin for a few seconds before snuggling into his safe embrace. This is where you belonged. At this moment, you flourished, and thus you wished you could freeze time. You were finally back to being a full-grown flower, no longer wilted, as you had San, your water, soil, and sunlight.

Mingi

Thirty minutes ago, you texted Mingi to come to you two’s favorite spot immediately. And the moment you texted “I need you,” Mingi’s confusion disappeared like smoke as he dashed for the closest hoodie and practically ran out of the dorm.

Now, as you two softly swung back and forth in your chosen swing, you two were embraced by a pregnant silence. It calmed you more ways than one. It seemed to coddle you, providing you some peace that you dearly needed. The fight you and your ex had was explosive, and it didn’t help that you saw a naked broad exit the bathroom, asking in her child-like voice where the shampoo was. To think that you were gonna be the pushing force for him to change his player ways. All your friends warned you and told you that you were putting your heart in the battlefield. Your poor, innocent heart.

Mingi glanced at you nervously, unnerved by your cold expression and hard gaze. Upon his arrival, you merely whispered a “hi” before having him sit with you in this annoying silence. Whispers turned to shouts as they demanded Mingi to say something, anything in order to snap you back into reality. He was afraid you were too deep in your thoughts. He knew you did that a lot when you were bothered by something. But, usually, when you felt hurt, you would confide in Mingi the minute you two saw each other. It was almost like an instinct more than it was a habit.

Mingi, finally gathering some courage, cleared his throat awkwardly. You didn’t even blink. That was when he knew you were in too deep at that moment.

Swiftly, Mingi made his way over to you, standing in front of you. But, you were still unfazed by him. He then seized your face, jerking your head up so you may be looking into his gentle gaze. You blinked then, your eyes widening the slightest at how close you two’s faces were.

Mingi brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes scanning your entire face. Whatever he was preparing to say flushed down his throat like a toilet. He gulped, unintentionally pushing the words further down his throat. He had to clear his throat a few times to prevent himself from choking.

His irises scurried over your face hurriedly, as if they were trying to indulge themselves in your quiet beauty without looking too greedy but also not too stingy.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, talking more to himself than you. “How could someone be dumb enough to mistreat you as if you were some ordinary rock? You’re a freaking diamond, for God’s sake! How does one not know the difference?" He scoffed. "Oh, I know, someone who doesn’t understand true value. But I do and your value goes above and beyond. Because you are worthy and I feel like a peasant as I dream of being with you. Appreciating you. Loving you.” He shook his head slowly, closing his eyes for a moment, and inhaling deeply.

He opened his eyes. Immediately, they refocused on you like a Polaroid. He blanched then, realizing that his rambling was not in the privacy of his mind.

You, on the other hand, had a rosy hue inhabit your face. Your hands were trembling. What your best friend accidentally conveyed to you was your emotional undoing. Your eyes became glassy as you maintained eye contact.

Mingi nibbled his pillowy bottom lip, dreading your reaction to his confession. You just got out of a relationship and he decides now to confess to you? Freaking fantastic!

You inhaled a shaky breath, hesitating on what to say to the beautiful man before you. You slowly swiped your tongue over your lips, parting them the slightest. “Can you help me see my worth?”

Mingi froze, staring deep into your eyes. Your eyes were glossy with vulnerability, an emotion that caused Mingi’s heart to crack. Your eyes held longing but also timidness. The man had to resist the urge to pull you into his chest.

Instead, Mingi bent down and pressed his forehead against yours. Before he fully settled into the position, though, he quickly lifted his head and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. He then put his forehead back on yours, sighing fondly.

“I would be honored to show you, gorgeous.”

Wooyoung

You heard a knock at your door, prompting you to hurry to open it. The minute you whipped it open, revealing the silver-haired young man, you broke out in loud sobs.

“Yah!” Shocked, Wooyoung slammed the door behind him unintentionally hard and yanked you into his chest. He didn’t mean to be so aggressive but, the last thing he expected from your abrupt text was to see you in such an emotional state. You were never a crier. You only ever cried if you were angry or stressed. Thus, Wooyoung’s stress levels were boiling over.

Wooyoung rocked you two back and forth as he tightly embraced you. Your sobs were now muffled but your body shook from each hard cry that escaped your throat. Feeling you shake so violently had Wooyoung’s grip on you tighten even more. You were never the one to have this big of a breakdown. He was getting more and more worried about your mental health as the minutes ticked by. You had a part-time job, lived on your own, had rigorous studies to accomplish at your university, and you had a buffoon of a boyfriend who was inconsiderate and unbelievably rude when things didn’t go his way.

“He broke up with me,” you said in a shaky voice. Your cries calmed down finally, but the condition of your heart was unknown.

Wooyoung abruptly pulled you away from him, his eyes wide like saucers. There was a fire in his stare.

He took hold of your face tenderly as if you were a day-old puppy. His gaze was soft as he scanned your face, but a flame would flicker alive every now and then as he wiped the tears off your lovely cheeks. He felt the vein in his neck throb. He wanted to punch something. Well, preferably, someone, and that someone was your pocket-brained ex-boyfriend.

Wooyoung was snapped out of his angry thoughts when he felt your hand pat his chest. His eyes refocused on you, resuming eye contact.

“Breathe, WooWoo,” you said, a small smile adorning your face.

Just that smile alone gave him a smidge of hope that you would be okay. You needed to be okay. The thought of you being shattered from this breakup and becoming unrepairable destroyed him inside. You were his treasure, and he needed you with him on his journey through life.

Without thinking, Wooyoung leaned in and pressed his plush lips against yours. He suppressed a groan as he could finally feel the softness of your lips. It was thrilling. Like he was eating a forbidden fruit. And then he almost melted onto the floor when he soon felt your lips follow in sync with his, molding perfectly like puzzle pieces that have been united.

Suddenly, you pulled away. Fear, shock, and confusion shown in your eyes as your face remained as calm and collected as possible. You both were breathing unevenly as you watched each other closely. The silence was deafening.

You were the first to break the silence after a while. “Woo... What was that?” you asked slowly, still in a haze.

Wooyoung licked his lips, trying to quickly get a hold of his thoughts. He felt drunk off the long-awaited kiss. “I-I d-don’t know... I-I wasn’t thinking.” He groaned in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. The layers of thick hair moved beautifully, like soft sand on a beach.

Silence fell over the both of you like an itchy wool blanket. You both felt jittery, hyper-sensitive, and utterly uncomfortable.

Finally, Wooyoung blessed you both with a break from the silence. “You know what? I know why I did it. You wanna know why? I’ll tell you! Because I freaking love you that it should be considered illegal!” he exclaimed.

You blinked slowly, processing everything sluggishly as if you were a outdated laptop.

Wooyoung continued, pacing. “God, Treasure! You are too good for this cruel world. I just wanna stuff you in my pocket and protect you from all things evil! But I know that you can handle yourself with no problem, which makes me wanna love you even more! You just don’t understand how much my heart yearns for you, y/n. Your beauty, your humbleness, your intelligence, your cute beauty marks that seem to be scattered over your entire body, and your adorable nose crinkle when I bop your nose is just the thing I need to see to decompress. All of those things cause me to have nothing but undying love for you and I want nothing more than to express that to you and appreciate your existence!” He took a deep breath, pausing from creating a strip in your floorboards. He knew he just spilled everything he felt for you in an angry-sounding rant (the complete opposite of what he had in mind when he would be presented the opportunity to finally confess) but he felt like he was getting closer to combusting the more he kept his feelings under wraps. He felt like he was unraveling.

You soaked everything in like a submerged sponge. You felt as though Wooyoung had some type of crush on you over the years but you grew denial. As handsome as Wooyoung was there was no way that he would like you. You were decent compared to him.

An unknown force got the better of you, pushing you closer to Wooyoung until your lips met his. Wooyoung stiffened for a second before relaxing his body and moving his plush lips against yours, coating them with the love he retained toward you like a salve.

You two separated after a while, taking in deep breaths. You two gazed into each other's eyes the moment you opened them, taking in each other in a new light.

“Be mine, please, Treasure,” Wooyoung said, a strong plea in his hushed tone.

You smiled at the nickname, peering deep into his eyes, knowing good and darn well that no one could ever make you safe from mere eye contact like this man standing before you. You knew your answer before you even conveyed it.

“Give me time and I will.”

Jongho

“Are you sure I can’t break his legs off like an apple?”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance toward the repetitive question. But, despite the fact, you had a little smile on your face. “No, JongJong. You cannot break his legs off like an apple.”

Jongho huffed. “But why not?” he whined.

You fought back a laugh at his childish action. “Because then you would go to jail for assault and I don’t want that. Who would comfort me and remind me of my worth when you’re away?” You said the question quietly, blushing against your will.

Upon your inquiry, Jongho also blushed. He tore his eyes away from your lowered face and looked elsewhere, clearing his throat. He didn’t want to have an awkward ambiance between you two so he decided to speak. “Well, I guess that is a pretty good reason not to risk being locked up. But I’m not happy about letting that kid walk around unbruised.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to deal with it then, huh?” You looked up at your best friend then; your glassy eyes sucker punched Jongho right in his heart.

Jongho licked his lips slowly, carefully contemplating on his next move. You watched him innocently, your mind forcefully made blank for your heart’s sake. You solely wanted to focus on this moment and this moment in life only.

Jongho reached his arm out slowly, hesitating briefly, before laying his hand on the top of your head and then sliding it down, stroking your hair. His actions were comforting to a tenfold. You smiled at the boy, grateful to have him by your side.

“You know I love you, right? More than anything in the world?” he asked, softly. Then he thought for a second before adding quickly, “Well, along with my family, of course.”

You chuckled, looking down momentarily before reconnecting your eyes with his. “Yes, I know.” Your voice was just as soft.

Jongho ran his tongue over his lips a couple of times, almost provoking you to ask him if he needed some chapstick. But, you knew he was only doing that because he was nervous. What you didn’t know was the cause of his nervousness.

He quickly flickered his eyes between your lips and your eyes before seeming to finally decide what he was gonna do. Thus, he leaned in close, causing your breaths to become quite shallow. Your chest felt constricted. The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up.

For a moment, Jongho stayed there, his lips barely brushing against yours. It was as if he was inhaling your scent, grasping your existence. Finally, he decided to do something better, by kissing your forehead instead. Your breathing stuttered slightly, causing Jongho to smirk. Your reaction gave him hope.

He leaned back, carefully analyzing your face. You provided him nothing as you kept your expression serene.

Moments ticked on like that as you two remained staring at each other. But it was unnerving as you two seemed to be gaining new perspectives of each other. It was a perspective that revolved around an uncharted territory that neither of you could predict the outcomes for entering it.

You finally woke your voice up and spoke. “Why...why did you kiss my forehead?”

Jongho took a deep breath before speaking. “Well, firstly, I don’t think a kiss on the lips would be appropriate due to the state that you’re in right now. And then, secondly, is because I still wanted to express the amount of love I have for your cute self. Also to promise you that I will forever care for you like the precious human being that you are.” He smiled shyly then after conveying such strong words.

You inhaled deeply, your eyes watering quicker than soil that’s been rained on. Jongho, concerned that he might have done something wrong, cupped your face gently as he looked deep in your eyes.

“Crap! I’m sorry, y/n.” He threw back his head and groaned loudly. “The last thing I wanted to do was give you more feelings to deal with. Now, look at you. Jeez! What a great friend I am-”

You cut him off, sealing his words off with your lips pressed against his. Jongho yelped out of surprise but instantly melted into you. He let out a sigh as you two’s lips moved together like calm waves of an ocean, fully indulged in the beautiful sensation of your lips on his. No amount of dreams could compare to the real thing.

Eventually, you two separated, your eyes gleaming with adoration and child-like hope for the next step in you two’s lives. Together.

No further words were said as you two embraced each other, content like no other.

A/N: Yay! I’m finally done with this! 🎉🎉 I would have been done with this one sooner but, for some strange reason, I couldn’t complete it on my phone and had to wait to get on my computer. Thanks Tumblr for making my life difficult for NO REASON! Anyway, at the end of the day, I am done and I am hopeful that you enjoyed it my dear 💓

#requested #💎 anon #it feels so good completing requests #don't worry my loves #i'll be back in the swing of things soon #atzwriters #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios

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vortexofentertainment · 5 years ago

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bechloe prompt- everyone thinks beca mitchell is all mysterious and sexy and badass but she secretly loves coming home to her soft and dorky gf chloe beale and beca is soft and even dorkier for her

Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you enjoy :)

“Chloe, stop it,” Beca warned as her girlfriend held the magazine out of reach.

“Is Beca Mitchell secretly dating Channing Tatum? Inside sources say that it’s very possible!” Chloe read aloud.

Beca reached for the magazine once more, but Chloe stuck her butt right in her gut and held her back.

“Has the heartthrob finally tamed the wild singer?” Chloe laughed. “Beca was just seen last week partying it up with old friend Chloe Beale. Chances are Tatum is in over his head.”

“Chloeeeee,” Beca whined as she finally gave up.

“Are we gal pals now?” Chloe asked as she put the magazine down. She straightened up and finally turned to face her girlfriend. “Because if we’re gal pals, then I definitely couldn’t do this…” Chloe leaned down and gently pressed her lips to Beca’s.

“You know how stupid those tabloids are,” Beca mumbled as she pulled away. She draped her arms over Chloe’s shoulders and nuzzled her nose into the crook of her neck. “They’re just… stupid.”

“I know, baby,” Chloe grinned. She loved when her girlfriend was like this. Even though it meant that Beca was going to have to leave soon, the way she got so clingy before a trip made Chloe’s heart soar.

“I don’t wanna go to LA,” Beca mumbled. Chloe felt the brunette press her lips to her neck. Dangerously close to the spot that really just got Chloe going.

“It’s only for a couple of days,” Chloe reassured her. “I’ll be right here waiting for you to come back.”

“Come with me.”

“You know I can’t,” Chloe reminded her. “But I can give you one last gift before you go. Just to make sure you know exactly what it is you’re coming home to.”

Beca pulled back with a grin on her face. Chloe bent just enough to pick Beca up and wrap the brunette’s legs around her waist.

“Chlo!” Beca giggled as Chloe started towards the bedroom.

Chloe couldn’t help but chuckle at the pictures all over E! News and People’s Instagram feed. Beca would be furious when she got home and saw that the paparazzi had captured her picture with none other than Channing Tatum once again. As far as the world was concerned, they were officially dating.

The two were working on a movie together. Beca as a sort of biker chick that Tatum’s character owed money to. Chloe didn’t completely know the plot, mostly because she wanted to be just as surprised as everyone else when her girlfriend made her acting debut.

Music had gotten Beca’s career started, but Chloe swears her image and need for privacy had sent her straight to the top. The fans couldn’t get enough of the girl that never really did anything except sing, write, and produce music.

On her first solo tour, Beca was so overwhelmed by the events that she and Chloe took a full three weeks off after it was all over. It was just so funny to Chloe that everyone had this idea of Beca in their head, but she got to see the real Beca Mitchell every night.

“Babe,” Beca called as the front door to their apartment opened.

“In the kitchen,” Chloe replied as she exited off of her Insta feed. The news could wait. She wanted to see her girl.

Chloe heard Beca’s bags hit the floor and her girlfriend start running towards the kitchen. She braced herself and caught the flying brunette as she jumped and wrapped her legs around Chloe’s torso.

It was kind of their thing. Every time Beca got home she would rush to wherever Chloe was and just jump. Sometimes Chloe was standing, sometimes she was in bed, and other times she was on the couch or eating at the dining room table. She even did it once when Chloe picked her up at the airport early on in her career when the paparazzi couldn’t care less about who she was.

“How were your meetings?” Chloe asked as she squeezed Beca tight.

“Fine,” Beca answered. She peppered Chloe’s face in kisses causing the redhead to giggle. “Have I missed it?”

“Nope, the finale starts in ten minutes,” Chloe replied, knowing exactly what Beca was talking about.

“I’m going to change.” Beca let go of Chloe, pecked her on the cheek, and then ran off to go change clothes.

Chloe wondered what Beca’s fans would think about her being such a nerd about Game of Thrones and basically any other fantasy show out there.

She already had the popcorn and snacks set up in the living room, so she made her way to the couch. She grabbed her favorite blanket, fixed it over her legs. and pulled her phone out to check Twitter as she waited for Beca to return.

“What do you think?” Beca asked as she posed against the doorframe to their bedroom.

Chloe looked up from her phone to see her girlfriend with one leg bent in front of her and one arm stretching up along the doorframe in a dragon onesie.

“Oh my god!” Chloe laughed. She covered her mouth with her hands. Her heart felt so full and happy that she was the only one to get to see this side of Beca Mitchell and that this goofball was completely hers. “You are such a dork!”

“It was only appropriate that we watch the Game of Thrones finale with at least ONE of us in a dragon onesie, don’t you think?” Beca asked as she hurried over to Chloe. She cozied up next to her girlfriend and placed a kiss on her jaw.

“I missed you,” Chloe smiled as she captured Beca’s lip with her own. It was a tender kiss. One that made Chloe’s heart flutter.

“I missed you too,” Beca answered. She pecked Chloe on the lips once more before reaching for the bowl of popcorn so they could start their weekly viewing of Game of Thrones.

(p.s. This is the pose I see Beca doing in the dragon onesie)

#bechloe #beca mitchell #Chloe beale #pitch perfect #one shot #prompt

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cutegirlmayra · 6 years ago

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Hey, since you mentioned wanting to write a story where Modern and Boom Sonic switch with each other because they like the other's Amy more, why not I send this as a prompt so you get to finally write it? :))

I remember saying this but… Is my ability able to fully capture the hilarity and adorableness that is Sonic switching his gf for the same gf but differently designed?

It’s like that one meme…

Also- PROMPTS ARE STILL ON SHUTDOWN! That has not changed so please, don’t send me anymore until I reopen them again or please pay one dollar to have yours worked on at once! I’m just trying to get through them all I still have a ton left. T-T I want to reopen them for you hungry shippers out there but I need to complete the ones I already have to do that!

Thank you for supporting me and patiently awaiting your prompts to be written. I’m doing my very best!

Prompt:

It wasn’t long after the two Sonics realized something…

This new world was fantastic! Boom!Sonic didn’t want to leave and Modern!Sonic wanted more time in the alternate dimensional world.

At first, it was simply for the ‘new adventure’ that they both felt but one day, Boom!Sonic lost his bandana during a chase, securing the ‘strange magical emerald’ and having landed on his back after falling through several levels of branches on a tree.

“Offph! That’s… gonna hurt in the morning.” He sounded as though he had accepted that fate, but smiled at the green emerald in his hands. “Guess this means I can go home, and Other Sonic can come home.” He slowly got up, but felt a huge pain soar up his back and linger on his shoulder blades.

“Ahhh… yep! Yep, that one hurt.” he groaned as he tried to fight through the pain and stand up.

Hunched a bit to push off with his hands, he suddenly heard a cry and looked around. “What was that? Sounded like…”

“….ooniiiccc!”

“Amy?”

“…..iiicc!”

It was growing fainter, and that’s when Modern!Sonic contacted him on the invention Tails gave him. “BBBzzzttt…! -Nic! Sonic! Hey, finally got ahold of ya! Who knew dimensional signals were so bad, right?”

“Y-yeah, hold that thought.” Boom!Sonic slowly got up, flicking his ear a moment before focusing entirely on finding who was calling his name.

It sounded like Amy, but he hadn’t seen this world’s Amy before…

“What’s up?” Modern!Sonic inquired as Boom!Sonic fought through his back pain and sped up.

Finally reaching the sound, he peeked around a tree where…

The sunlight beamed on a beautiful girl in a red dress, looking worriedly as she held a hand daintily to her chest. Though he couldn’t see her face fully, he noticed her backless dress and platform boots.

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Modern!Sonic had waited a bit for a response, but after tapping his foot for so long, he grew impatient. “What’s the hold-up?”

“That’s-!” Boom!Sonic stuck his whole face out when he noticed her turn her face.

It was Amy! But she was more girly in this world. Her dress flared out into a quaint little hoop and she was calling out his name.

“Sooooooonnniiicc!” She cupped her hands over her mouth and let the sound travel, shaking some trees in the amount of wind that blasted out.

His quills were ruffled and he closed his eyes. “Yep, that’s Amy.” he mused, “Still able to project.”

“Amy!?” Modern!Sonic looked visibly flustered, as though reflexing to hide. “W-why are you with Amy..?”

This world’s Amy tilted her head, looking absentmindedly to the sky and lifting a hand to her ear, trying to listen for a response. “Ohhhh, who am I kidding.” she pouted, slouching a bit. “He never responds back… I’ll have to find him myself!” She cheered instantly up, mesmerizing Boom!Sonic for a moment at how inexplicably cheery this Amy seemed to be.

Maybe she wasn’t a hot, emotional mess this time around?

“I heard her calling me… rude to not show up, right?” Boom!Sonic smiled a bit goofily off to the side of his face, but Modern!Sonic saw the shift and frowned, lowering his eyes.

“Hey, focus on the stakes here. Amy will be fine once I’m back.” He said that… but took a second to look back at this other dimension’s Amy.

She was speaking with the team, and smiling and acting rather mature and chill.

He tilted his head a second, smiling casually as he noticed her laughter and then excited expression. She wasn’t focused squarely on him at all. She was in her own little world and living her life without a care in the world.

When she looked to him and caught his eye, the two straightened up a second, and then Boom!Amy nervously fidgetted and looked away, stroking her two curled quills against her cheeks.

It was cute, so he crinkled his nose a bit and beamed, closing his eyes and thinking it a rather subtle thing to avoid further attention.

She wasn’t so easy to figure out anymore, and the complexity of her shyness along with taking a second look at him–hoping he wouldn’t notice– made him dote on the difference even more.

Now, granted, both Sonics’ had no intention towards these different Amys. It was all just a ‘curious observation’ for the most part. But Boom!Sonic had to get the emerald back to Tails and Knuckles… might as well make sure this world’s Amy is safe and sound too, right?

And Modern!Sonic, he still had to fight off this dimension’s Eggman from causing havoc to the villagers. Fighting alongside this dimension’s Amy and getting to see a different side of Amy wouldn’t damper any plans, now would it?

So, Modern!Sonic took up a bandana. Boom!Sonic never looked for his own bandana.

Boom!Sonic tried his best to swagger over to this Amy, quickly informing Modern!Sonic that it was dangerous for Amy to be out in the woods on her nose like this, and with Modern!Sonic so distracted by the new fashion-statement, he agreed.

Modern!Sonic did fail to mention his ruse to Boom!Sonic, but Boom!Sonic didn’t bother to hide the fact that his bandana was missing…

Modern!Sonic had simply swiped one of his from his room and never corrected anyone when they said ‘Did you guys switch already?’.

Thus, Boom!Sonic met Modern!Amy, and Modern!Sonic got to view Boom!Amy’s many sides a little longer.

“Oh, Sonic! You really came!” In absolute joy, Modern!Amy pounced into Boom!Sonic’s arms.

Now, because he wasn’t expecting this, it did knock the wind out of him and her crushing hold did cause his back pain to spike up again.

“Woah!” Boom!Sonic stiffened, causing Modern!Amy to let go, “Oh, gosh! Are you alright? You look…” she gasped, “Sonic!” Clutching his arms, she looked him over and then sweetly met his eyes. “You’re so filthy and full of leaves! Did you fall? Did Eggman do this to you?”

‘Wow, she’s so caring! I mean, Amy always was, but this one looks like she’s about to cry!’ He nervously chuckled, “Haha… Oh, well, you know. Saving the world and all.” he shrugged, and she thought him acting a little silly.

“Hehe, you certainly are acting your age.” She found it odd how inviting his eyes were, as though he wasn't bothered by her doting attitude today. “For someone who looks like they’d been battling in a dirt pile, you’re still as carefree as always!” she put her hands together, openly praising and admiring him. “Haa~ A working man is always handsome, but the true daredevil’s are the charmers!”

His eyes turned to dots.

She was openly flirting with him!?

He nervously chuckled again, scratching the back of his head. ‘H-how do I respond to that!?’

She giggled, but when he didn’t make an exhausted combat, batted her eyes and stared at him in confusion. “What? No retort today?” she moved closer towards his face at an angle, but he just leaned back, embarrassed at her kind affections.

“…You certainly are in a different mood today.” she placed a finger on her mouth, but then hummed a cheery giggle again. “I like you this way!” she took his hands, pulling him more towards her.

“Yee-eh!” He was surprised by how direct she took his hands and how close she brought him to her… Now he was sweating, wondering if this could all be too much…

“Hmm? A Chaos Emerald?” She curiously felt something in his hand and looked down.

Her hands moving over his gave him a weird sensation. He blushed and looked away, “J-just the normal chores! Haha…ha…”

“Hmm?” She didn’t think Sonic would use that word. “Chores? Since when do you think about domestic living?”

He sweated even more now. ‘Did I blow my cover?!’

“And you’re so tall!” Amy stepped back to see how far she actually had to look.

“Str-stretched my back today! Haha!” He improvised stretching, which was something Sonic might do, but this seemed in a more joking manner.

Amy watched a moment and then smiled with a nod, “That’s more like you!” she then hugged his arm, causing him to lose balance momentarily. “I’ve missed you so much! It’s no fun when you’re gone…” she cooed, rubbing her cheek into his shoulder.

He looked directly forward as he felt her light touch turn to a more sincere cuddle against his arm…

“Gah!~ You keep me waiting for so long, Sonic… Would it be so bad to invite me on more adventures once in a while?” she continued to fake a whine and lean more against him. “Hehe! Have you lost weight? You seem skinner too..” she lightly traced a finger down his arm, moving away a bit, “But I bet that’s from all the working out you’ve done! But you were always my big strong hero, Sonic~ No need to show off now! You’ve already won me over with your handsome smile, silly! Teehee!”

Now Boom!Sonic felt a strange high, hearing so many compliments, not a hint of sarcasm either.

He puffed up his chest. He absorbed every bit of her fawning fangirlness. He took to the stage with a confident air that no one could now strip from his being.

“Well, I can’t let my daring doos overwhelm my dashing looks~” he struck a pose and gave her his best ‘heroic smolder’ that he could manage.

It worked a little too well..,

She blinked a few moments as though stunned he was playing back, but immediately became energized and continued what she felt was ‘working’ and wouldn’t let up.

Although, this Sonic was desperate for Words of Affirmation, and didn’t mind playing up the ‘hero card’ to win some much deserved recongition.

He took her back with him and continued to play charming~

Modern!Sonic had a different approach. Rather than play a role, he was himself, and immediately caught Boom!Amy off-guard by how gentlemenly he could be.

“Watch yourself!” he slid in during an Eggman attack on the village and knocked a robot from hitting her away, coming up behind her and giving her a pleasant wink and smile. “I’ve got your back!”

She blushed, giggling a little crazily as she sunk her head down and tried to hide behind her bouncing shoulders.

“What’s gotten into you today, Amy? You’re completely distracted!” Tails complained, but Amy continued to see hearts as she watched this ‘new and improved’ Sonic take over the battlefield and spark some fun and joy into her life again.

“It’s like… he’s never worried about anything before… so chill and sporty…” she placed a hand on her cheek and sighed into it, her hammer resting on her shoulder and neck.

“She’s out of it.” Tails concluded, unamused at her reaction.

He kept being polite and kind to her on the battlefield, posing without effort and stating heroic lines unrehearsed.

Later, he offered to take Amy home if that’s where she was heading, but she told him she would run beside him instead.

“H-huh?” Modern!Sonic was honestly surprised to hear that. “But… I’m fast.” he pointed to himself, innocently stunned. “I’m speed.” Amy giggled and continued in her answer.

“That way, we can chat about that other world you visited. It seems to have… well, changed you a lot. I’m just curious how it went, is all~” she kicked her foot out a bit and started running, “Besides, since when have I not been able to keep up?”

That sass and spunk was like revving an engine. Sonic gave a crooked smile, raising an eyebrow and charging ahead.

“If you say so!”

“Woah!” Amy was coughing up the dust from his speedy race by her, but she smiled and thought he might be toying with her. “Okay, hotshot. It’s time to knock your ego down a size… again!”

She tried to continue conversation but Modern!Sonic just wanted to test her limits, enjoying seeing her grace as she acrobatically jumped from tree to tre and raced alongside him.

It was almost like a dance, trying to ‘up-stage’ the other. Modern!Sonic liked the sudden rivalry and even praised her at the end, making her once again questioningly look to him.

“Yeah, okay.” she goofily spat out, wiping some loose leaves and dirt off her tight dress.

“What? You don’t believe me?” Sonic folded his arms, tilting his head and squinting his eyes a bit. ‘She really isn’t used to compliments here… is she?’

“Oh, like you really think I did a good job out there.” she thought he was playing her up to some slapstick joke. “Like I really impressed you or something. Har-dee-har-har.”

“…Amy.” Modern!Sonic purposefully adjusted his tone. This made her immediately straighten up and feel the sincerity and seriousness of his voice.

She was startled by it, but acknowledged his address to her by slightly double-taking over her shoulder.

Her eyes wavered nervously but he waited till they finally held at his own, kind expression.

“…You did great out there.” he repeated, this one less excited and more relaxed. “We should race again sometime. It was fun.”

Her face slowly brightened red, and she slapped her hands to her two cheeks in flushed embarrassment. “WHO ARE YOU!?” she exclaimed, causing Modern!Sonic to grip his gut and laugh and laugh and laugh…

When the two Sonic’s finally switched, Boom!Amy knew it wasn’t Boom!Sonic who had charmed her up the whole day, but Modern!Amy was strikingly confused why her tactics that seemed to have worked the day before were now getting her nowhere.

“What happened to you?”

“I met you.” he grinned, winking to her and rubbing a hand over her head. “There’s a lot I don’t know about you, Ames.”

“…Ames?” Modern!Amy wrinkled her brow.

Modern!Sonic just laughed at an inside joke and carried on as Modern!Amy frustratedly followed after him. He still let her hold his arm, but he wasn’t showing-off all handsomely like he did before…

Boom!Amy initiated more races out of Boom!Sonic, who found it hard to break his newly developed ego-ride and learn how to be humble in front of his team again… but Boom!Amy was sure to help him with that…

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