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mintsv · 1 year ago

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can u do play fighting w gunwook scenarios plz 🙏

play fighting w/ bf! gunwook ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🫐 ⋆˚˖

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park gunwook x gn!reader

synopsis : scenario / imagine kinda thing about you and your boyfriend (gunwook) having a play fight when he crashed into your house on a particularly lazy sunday.

genre : fluff, the slightest angst

wc : 1k

-> note : thanks for the request anon ^^ i hope you like it! (also i know you said scenarios but i kinda got overboard and it's a whole imagine now i hope you don't mind 😅)

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today was a really boring sunday for you, the plans you made with your friends were suddenly cancelled and your boyfriend had dance practice, so you were absentmindedly lying in bed scrolling through social media while sighing for the umpteenth time.

the ring of your doorbell caught you off guard, your ears perked up and you were basically running to the door just hoping for any kind of social interaction. the moment you opened it, you thought god was playing tricks with you. there stood your adorable boyfriend wearing his black t-shirt that looked a bit too good on him, a bouquet of fragrant tulips held in front of his chest and of course his sickeningly cute gummy smile. (sorry if that was too descriptive i love gw)

"hi~ are you surprised?" he said that so casually like you haven't been CRAVING for him the past 2 hours so you greeted him with a well needed hug, gunwook pushes you slightly backwards to close the door behind him without breaking the hug.

"I thought you had dance practice?" you look up from his chest, judging him because you thought he skipped for you.

"don't worry i didn't skip, i was too good at it so the teacher let me off early!" you nod in response as he hands you over the tulips.

"it's so pretty! what's the occassion?" you ask again, admiring the prettily arranged bouquet with your favorite scent and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks from your boyfriends sweet antics.

"nothing really, i just wanted to give you these since they have your favorite scent and all, do you like it?" you thought he asked a dumb question, well of course you liked it but you were worried you've fallen a bit too hard for your boyfriend now.

"no, i hate it." you said sarcastically, playfully hitting his chest and turning away so he couldn't see your flushed cheeks but you panicked when you saw him he held the area where you hit his chest and started to frown like a sad puppy.

"you.. hate it?" he starts wiping his fake tears and sniffling. you were quite gullible so gunwook continued his silly act and he was surprised himself how you could believe his horrible acting.

"no no wait i didn't mean that, i was joking i love it i really do wookie! please don't cry.." you start to get really nervous so you run to him, comforting him.

gunwook turned away from you, pretending to sulk like a little kid and you really believed him because you start to get so worried that tears have pooled in your eyes unconsciously.

"wookie i'm sorry i didn't mean it.." you hug him, burying your face in his broad back. gunwook's ears perked up when he suddenly heard your (real) sniffles and he immediately turns around.

"wait wait y/n are you crying? i was just joking i'm not sad. I'm perfectly fine! it was just an act─"

"you're not sad?" your tears stopped before they could fall to your cheeks, it finally clicked for you and you start crazily trying to beat him up.

gunwook used his forearms as a shield while you were basically clawing and punching him, gunwook was saying a bunch of sorry's and giggling while you struggled to get revenge on him considering his rather bigger frame. your efforts were soon wasted when gunwook fought back by tickling you, forcing you to surrender almost immediately when his well built arms entrapped you.

gunwook lifted you up to his shoulder like he would carry a wood log. carrying you all the way to your bedroom before he continues tickling you on your bed. your giggles felt addicting to him (not in a creepy way) and he couldn't help but grin ear to ear.

the anger you felt before was soon forgotten as you two continued to play fight, you had tried to get gunwook off you multiple times but it was near impossible to beat him in a physical fight so you had to think of another way to make him off guard.

it was as if a light bulb lit up above your head as you thought of the perfect strategy. you quickly place your hands at the back of his neck before lunging forward to kiss him. gunwook's arms froze around your waist and you took the opportunity to flip him over so that you'd be on top of him.

"hey that's not fair kissing wasn't in the rules!" gunwook complained, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as you failed to contain your laughter.

"are you really laughing right now?" he takes the pillow beside him before landing a straight blow to your head (gently). you fought back by taking another pillow hitting him right on the face.

the pillow fight continued for about 5 minutes before you gave up, exhausted. you land on the spot beside him, breathing heavily while your hair stuck on your forehead from the accumulated sweat. although gunwook seemed entirely unhinged from the 5 minutes of arm swinging. he was laying beside you panting a little but his gaze fixed onto you, a small admiring smile grazing his lips.

"so about the kiss.. do i have to playfight with you first or can i get one right now?" you turn to him, his face still slightly pink making you chuckle.

"i never knew you could be this cute." those words spilled unconsciously from your mouth, resulting in a scoff from gunwook.

"i'm not." he said.

"sure.."

gunwook wanted to prove to you so badly he wasn't just cute so he did the 'manliest' move he could think of. he leaned in and pecked your lips for a split second, it seemed that the universe wasn't on his side because the moment he saw you smile at him in such a close proximity he thought his heart had stopped. his flushed out face and thumping heart really didn't do him any justice because you thought he had become impossibly cuter.

"gunwook-ah we should play fight like this more often, it really brings out your cuter side"

"shut up."

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dorkfacex · 9 months ago

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Reese Wilkerson x gn! reader

Warnings: abuse, alcohol, language, drugs- yeah u get it Request: nobody asked- :,) Type: Fluff ^^ AN: guys im so sorry if this is cringe- "I hate you!" You screamed at the top of your lungs at your mom who was standing in the drive way. She had been a real bitch your whole life; never took care of you, always on drugs, you get the deal. But tonight, you snapped. You were running away. You didnt know where you would go or if you would even survive but right now you didnt care.

Tears streamed down your face as you turned around and ran down the street. Your mom was yelling at you even from here. 'God, I wish she would just give me some space' You thought to yourself. It was about 11 pm when you stopped in front of your friend, Reeses' house. It was an average, middle-class suburban home, kind of messy but- what can you expect?

You didnt see a light on in the house, but you decided to try your luck anyway. You went around to the side- where Reeses' window was. You knocked on it softly and after a few moments, the curtains covering it were opened and Reese opened the window. He noticed you crying and his face fell a bit. Reese opened the window all the way and leaned against it,.

"Hey Y/N... Whats wrong?..." He asked gently. He was always immature and stoic around most of the people he hung out with. But with you, he seemed friendlier.

You wipe the tears from your eyes with your sleeve and make eye contact with him. "I-Im running away... I cant stay at my house anymore..." Just saying this made you remember some of your childhood experiences, and you almost broke down again.

Reese nodded, you had vented to him before about some things, but you never talked over running away. He backed away from the window. "Come in" You climbed through the window, stumbling a bit. When you got in his room you looked around for a moment. It was the typical "Teenage Boy" room; Band posters, clothes, and some other trash. He looked a little embarrassed, you guessed why. You had never really been in his room before. You guys had always hung out at the gas station or behind the school. You shrug at him reassuringly because the last thing on your mind was how clean his room was. Reese finally spoke again. "So... Your staying here?" He asked as he sat on his bed next to you

"Yeah... Is that alright?" You asked hesitantly. You were so overwhelmed, you didnt really think about what would happen if you couldnt stay here. Reese had been your only friend since 3rd grade, but he was really all you needed.

"Of course" He replied softly and pulled something out of his pocket; a carton of cigarettes. "Want one? I stole them from the gas station." You chuckle softly. "Sure." Reese handed you one, and lit it for you. You took a drag and smiled softly. Most kids you went to school called Reese a douchebag, but under his cold and mean facade, he was one of the sweetest people who you had in your life.

After a moment of you guys smoking together, Reese broke the silence. "Y/N?..."

"Yeah?"

He was quiet a moment and turned to face you. You looked him in the eye also and he spoke again. "Look. I know now probably isnt the time for this. But I really like you... We've been friends forever and im not complaining but I really want more... You're perfect to me, and what you've been through makes me want you even more..."

You were silent for a moment. Every night since you met Reese, you had dreamed of him saying those words to you. And the day finally came. You couldnt help but smile, which caused him to grin at you and look away, blushing. "I love you, Reese." You finally reply, a red tint slowly appearing on your cheeks. He looked away for a moment, and then back at you. Without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed you softly. You wouldnt think he would be a good kisser- but holy shit; he totally was. He pulled away after a few seconds and gazed into your E/C eyes with a dumb grin on his face. "I think I love you too, Y/N." A/N: alright wrote this thing in about 40 mins- its really bad im sorry lmao- thanks for reading tho- <3

#malcolm in the middle #Reese Wilkerson #Reese Wilkerson x reader

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rabbitblackx · 2 years ago

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hi! omg i love your blog! can i request something cute with ben drowned? maybe the reader has a nightmare and is scared to fall back to sleep. or is paranoid at night? thank you <33

Thank u that’s so sweet!! <33

BEN Drowned when Reader has a nightmare

No matter how far you ran or how well you hid, whatever it was that was chasing you always caught up. Frustrated tears threatened to spill as you sprinted down a dim hallway. Just as you thought you were finally far enough from this monster, you could hear it creeping up behind you. You whipped around and tried to scream, but it was cut short when long, sharp claws sliced into your belly

You noisily gasped for air as you shot up from bed, beads of sweat forming along your forehead. Your heart was pounding through your top, where you then shakily clutched it through the fabric

What a dumb nightmare… still scared the hell outta you though. You just hoped nobody heard your rather dramatic awakening…

You wiped the cold tears from your cheeks as you slowly began to calm down. Lucky for you, you didn’t awaken or alert anyone within the large mansion. Well, all but a certain demonic creature that slept within your computer

You then had a second fright that night. You jumped in surprise when your computer from across the room suddenly lit up. Much like a horror movie you once saw, harmless water began to pour out from the screen and along your desk, where it then drizzled to the floor

“BEN?” You whisper yelled. BEN Drowned appeared within the screen, glowing eyes staring curiously at you in the dark. “What’re you doing in there?” You asked

BEN climbed through the computer, hoisting himself out and setting his feet onto the floor. A puddle of water was forming around him, but you would scold him for that in the morning

“I heard you gasp. Are you okay?” BEN whispered

His red eyes squinted subtly when he noticed the faint streaks of tears running down your cheeks

“Oh,” you chuckled nervously. “I had a nightmare.” You waved it off like you weren’t still spooked by it or anything

BEN didn��t look convinced

You shook your head slightly, gazing upon him through teary, sleepy eyes. “It’s dumb.” You whispered with a sad smile

BEN felt stiff and awkward. Probably didn’t help that he was dripping all over your nice floor either. Something in him felt a bit pitiful at the glum features on your face, with your breathing still a little quicker than normal also

A loud silence fell upon you two. You adverted your eyes, an embarrassed blush creeping up your neck. Just when BEN thought he was absolutely useless in comforting you, an idea sprung into his head

“Wait here.” He uttered quietly

You watched in confusion as BEN vaulted himself back into your computer screen. He was only in there for a few moments, before popping his head back out with a mischievous grin. His smile was contagious, because one was forming on your own face too

BEN disappeared within the screen one more time, and you only grew more curious. What was this silly boy doing?

BEN finally climbed fully out of the computer again, holding something behind his back. Before you could ask, he pulled the strange object out from behind and out for you. Your eyes lit up in excitement and wonder

This was no mere object. What BEN held out for you was a cute little character from one of Sally’s video games. It was a pink, robotic dog made from glowing pixels. BEN stole it straight from the game’s code, just to comfort you. You let out a happy little gasp when the fake dog barked gleefully, wagging its tail impossibly fast

“BEN!” You squealed in a hushed tone. The pixelated creature leaped from BEN’s arms and into your own, licking you with its glitchy tongue. “Are you kidding me?” You laughed breathily. “This is freaking awesome!”

BEN smiled, glad you liked it. “He’s gonna have to go back into the game later. Sally would kill me if she saw he wasn’t there anymore.” He explained. “But he can stay with you for the night. He’ll keep the nightmares away.”

The pink dog curled up into your lap, closing its sparkly eyes as it drifted off into a fake sleep. BEN stood by the side of your bed, peering down at the video game creature proudly

When he least expected it, you leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to his bloody cheek. BEN’s creepy eyes grew wide as a blush spread across his young features

“Thank you, BEN. You’re a sweetheart.”

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #rab.reads

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thewritingstar · 2 years ago

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buttercup and boomer- of all ppl why did u have to be the one to see me cry? HOPE U GET BETTER SOON

Thank you!!! Currently feel like I have the Black Plague but oh well. Thank you for your ask!

Pairing: buttercup x boomer (I wasn't sure if you want it romance or platonic so im leaving it up in the air)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

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She didn't like people seeing her cry. She wasn't ashamed of her tears, no her sisters made her very aware that its okay to cry. She didn't care if her eyes were red or that her nose started to run. Crying wasn't something she did often. She usually expressed her anger or sadness through exercise while Blossom chose excessive studying and Bubbles, well, Bubs chose crying but that was okay.

Crying was her own breaking point.

It was intimate to her and she preferred to do it in private. Sure her teenage self didn't want anyone to think she was weak but when you can toss a cruise ship ten miles away, no one really thinks your weak.

That why when she stumble across the blue eyed ruff with tears streaming down her face, she understood.

Boomer glared at her as she took a step forward.

"What do you want?" He snapped at her.

Out of all the RowdyRuff Boys, his tone surprised her the most. He was the gentlest out of the three, if that was even humanly possible. And while the boys still committed crimes here and there, Boomer couldn't bring himself to hurt a fly.

She wanted to snap at him but regained her fury.

"Why are you crying?" She asked him.

"Why do you care?" He bit.

She shrugged. "I don't."

But if she didn't care then she wouldn't have bothered coming up to him in this abandoned parking garage. She might have happened to be in the area by accident, but her superheating picked up a sob that was downright heartbreaking.

Boomer kept quiet as she took a seat next to him and offered him a candy from her pocket.

"You're giving me chocolate?" He questioned.

"You seem like you need it. Sometimes a piece of chocolate keeps going for another day. Stupid, I know. But it helps."

He took the chocolate and popped it in his mouth. "Thanks."

"You gonna tell me why you were crying?"

"Are you gonna make me?"

"No. But I'm here."

Boomer inhaled a sniffle and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. "Of all the people, you weren't suppose to see me cry."

Buttercup scoffed slightly. "Why scared I was gonna throw you into a building like Butch?"

Boomer said nothing and kept sucking on his chocolate.

Something about his silence made her want to drill her hand into her counterpart. Instead, she placed her hand against his shoulder "I'm not. Everyone cries and if they don't then they are liars and dumb."

Another piece of chocolate was offered to him.

"My dads. They made me cry." He released. "They kept going on and on about how great Brick and Butch were at being evil geniuses and when I said I wanted to take up guitar and music lessons..."

She watched tears resurface in his eyes. The kind of tears that come from a place of pain, a type of heartbreak that its the hardest to undo. The parental pain that started the cracked foundation.

"My dads took my guitar and smashed it. I bought it too with my own money. Not money I stole or burrowed. The guy at the music shop offered me a part time job in the back and everyday after school I go for a few hours and most teens would think that it sucks. But I love it." He turned and looked at her. "Its stupid, ya know? Just doing shipment and boring stuff but I get to see new instruments and this one guitar was so pretty. It was dark and had a blue strap and-"

He stopped.

"Sorry I'm rambling."

"Don't apologize Boomer." She smiled and then it faded. "I'm sorry about your guitar."

"Its fine." He huffed. "I mean, who am I kidding? A kid like me doesn't deserve to have dreams."

"Don't say that." Buttercup demanded. "Just because you were brought up a certain way doesn't mean that you are your parents. For instance, you aren't even related so that might be some relief?"

Boomer let out a small laugh. "True but I'm certain that Butch has some Mojo in him. I wouldn't be surprised if he started to grow some green fur here and there."

"Why didn't you want me to see you cry?" She asked.

"Because you're tough. How am I supposedly suppose to defeat you if I'm crying?"

"You're not." She replied. "not because you cry but because you're too good for that. Boomer, I know that you haven't been told this a lot but if you don't want to be evil or mean, then you don't have to be. You have good in your heart. Its gonna take a long time to manage your own way but the only person who you have to please in life is yourself. Thats the only person who is truly going to be there for you every step of the way."

"And they say Blossom is the smart one." He sighed and leaned back to look at the celling. "One day I will."

She wanted to join him leaning back but she knew she had to leave to make sure that she was home for dinner. "You're only sixteen, you've got all the time in the world. I've got to get going but I hope you feel better Boom. And if you need me to kick your brother's ass, let me know." She winked.

Buttercup stood up and threw him her last piece of chocolate.

"Hey Buttercup?" Boomer stood.

"Yeah?"

Boomers face warped into something of uncertainty. Before she could blink, his arms were around neck and he pulled her close. A hug. Boomer Jojo was hugging Buttercup. A not to twist her into a headlock or to dislocate her spine. But a genuine and honest hug from someone who needed it more than anyone.

Her hands came up to hug him back and she could feel him squeeze her slightly tighter.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"You're tough Boomer. Toughest person I know."

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They didn't speak about the hug after she took off into the sky. He didn't tell his brothers when he walked through the door three hours later. He most certainly didn't tell his father's as he passed by the kitchen without a word and hoped that her perfume didn't rub off on him.

They didn't speak about the hug when they walked by each other in the hallways. Buttercup offered up a small smile and he held the eye contact.

They never spoke about the hug even when he clocked in for his shift at the music store and his boss said there was a box for him in the back. With his name scribbled in blue and a chocolate taped to the card, he almost let the tears fall when he saw the guitar with the blue strap sitting in the box for him.

"For the toughest fighter from the previous toughest fight :)"

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I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for the request! First fic of the year :)

#ppg fic #boomer ppg #buttercup ppg #buttercup and boomer #thewritingstar

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eyefocusing · 4 years ago

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can you believe we get the first inertia appearance in over a decade and he actually gets portrayed as a (somewhat) sympathetic character in it??

#wednesday spoilers #i was gonna wait till it got posted on why i love comics to yell abt it #but im impatient and i literally cannot stop goin back to this #GOD ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE ANYONES SHOWN HIM EVEN AN OUNCE OF SYMPATHY #I WAS EXPECTING SO MUCH WORSE BC ITS NOT LIKE ANYTHING HE DID POST-IMPULSE WOULD WARRANT IT #but when barry was like ‘if i have to fight a kid to get thru then i guess we arent goin anywhere’ i was like. omg #i was ready to be excited abt max or that scene w bart+don but this totally overshadows that in my mind #AND WHEN HE WAS JUST LIKE. PUNCHING THE AIR #wipes away a tear u are such a dumb kid. i love you #im sorry i literally cant shut up abt thad rn

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headkiss · 2 years ago

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okay, listen:

i always go for inexperienced/oblivious!reader bc that’s literally me bUT! steve slowly working his way from friend to lover with an inexperienced reader exactly because she’s inexperienced, right? he’s not blind or dumb enough to not see how obvious she is in her affections for him, she doesn’t have that little voice in her head that urges her to hide how she feels, so i imagine her clutching a book against her chest and kinda rocking back and forth slightly while smiling this really big and really lovestruck smile at steve when he’s giving her his undecided attention which he does often and he just knows she returns his feelings. she oblivious tho! no boy has ever been interested in her! and stevie is just being nice, right?… she doesn’t try to hide how she feels but she can’t comprehend the hints he gives her and it’s all very sweet and robin is their number one fan and the lunch club always roll their eyes because steve being a romantic? ew. steve in boyfriend mode? ew. them looking at each other like they’re in love? ew. and how aren’t they together already??? lots of exasperated max for sure!— and she’s giggly and blushy and gets excited about dumb things and has a bit of a luna lovegood vibe going on, y’know? she’s relatively new in town, so she naturally gravitated towards steve because he made her feel safe and comfortable since he noticed straight away that she had anxiety when he first met her ( a tried to flirt but went over her head and she was very shy and nervous ) and so she’s friends with the whole gang by now and the gang only. and they love her! the kids are crazy about her because she’s a huge nerd and it makes steve’s heart all warm 🥺 ! she’s never been very social, always too anxious to put herself out there, but she’s very bubbly and unintentionally funny to and with her new friends friends! she’s had friends!,but it makes it so she gets flustered by steve very easily and he adores it, adores her, so he’s more than happy to go with the slow burn of things, he’s fine with it being a long haul type thing, he’s in it for the long haul tbh, but when they get together he fucking breaks— every touch and kiss drives him insane, he’s her first kiss and it ruins him, he gets needy and whiny and desperate and he needs her close, he’s touch starved but only for her, and she feels the same okay? but she’s inexperienced !!! so she gets overwhelmed and maybe she tears up while they kiss? and steve is concerned at first and tries to pull away which is almost fucking painful for him but his need to care for her is huge so “you okay? did i hurt you, i’m sorry i-“ and his mind immediately goes to his angel is upset! fix it!, he pulls back but she whines and grips his shirt and pouts and tries to cling to him “nonono, no, please” and it makes him hot all over but then steve understands “just overwhelmed then, huh?” and he goes full soft dom!steve and wipes her tears or kisses them off and they keep kissing and kissing and kissing and he’s so soft and gentle with her and maybe she nervously asks if this means he’s hers now and it drives him insane because that’s all he wants to be “say you want me and i’m yours forever” 🤯

this is waaay too specific so feel free to ignore ily bye

OMG OMG THIS IS SO CUTE

he would notice you right away thinking, why haven’t i ever seen her before???, and flirts with you so fast and gets all soft when you’re too shy to reciprocate AHHH i feel like you’d just say random stuff like whatever’s on your mind and he thinks that’s the cutest thing ever and he indulges you EVERY TIME!!!

once they’re together the gang is all like “mom and dad!!” and “we knew it” and all that they would not shut up about those two ik it and they would tease them but secretly be the happiest ever to see steve get the love he deserves and they all love u for him and him for u YUP

i feel like u wrote a whole fic there and i loved it ily too 🫶

#anna’s asks #bffs #steve harrington headcanon #stevie thoughts #steeeeve #steve harrington

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years ago

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can u write a fic abt robin x hargrove!reader where reader gets cursed by vecna instead of max

Fight For It

a/n: hey shawty, uhhh i might have got into this a little too much but um. it came out good I SWEAR! honestly my new favorite fic that i've written i love it so much. hope you like it :))))

word count: 4.1k (yeah like i said i got a little too into it)

summary: of course this had to happen to you. why wouldn't it? you didn't know what you had to face, you just knew you had to face it for her.

warnings: everything that you see in the show.

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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You could feel the staring. Even as your vision was blocked by your forearm, the burning of their eyes was sensed across your body. You sighed.

“Can you guys like…not?” you mumbled, hearing rustling of the couches fabric. Removing your arm, you laid it to your side. The group all found a sudden interest in random objects in the Wheeler’s basement. You let out a chuckle and settled your vision on the ceiling from your position on the floor. The couch was already occupied and you didn’t want to take it from them when you decided to just... breathe for a moment.

You were so tired. The headaches, the restless nights that were full of nightmares, the bloody noses, everything made you so tired. At least you knew where it was coming from….well maybe it would have been better if you didn’t know. The fact some dude from another dimension was slowly planning on killing you wasn’t the most comforting reassuring thing in the world. And at any moment he could decide that he wanted to pluck the life from you. Preferably not, but that was what Robin and Nancy were trying to figure out how to prevent.

You wanted to go to her. Be with her as long as you can, as corny as it sounds. She dismissed your request, stating you needed to rest and that her and Nance could handle it. And with that Robin gave you a light kiss, whispering to you that it would all be fine as the rest of the group just kinda stood awkwardly to the side. Watching the sky or the grass. For a second you believed her. A light smile went to your face as you waved her and Nancy off. Until the whole situation once again hit you full force in the face.

Of course out of all the people in Hawkins it had to be you. Dead mom, dead brother, shit dad that decided to abandon you, and a step-mom that couldn’t look you in the eyes for more than five seconds without being reminded of the man she first fell in love with.

Your palms went up to push into your eyes. Teeth gritting lightly as your chest tightens.

Ofcourse it was you. You deserved it anyway. After all that happened last time, stabbing your own younger brother in the chest. Watching as the mind flare's hold left his body as well as the light in his eyes. This is what you get for that.

On the bright side at least it wasn’t one of the kids. They were way to young to go through that shit. For christ’s sake they were way too young to go through any of this. Nobody should have to deal with all of this evil-dimension-upside-down-alien crap.

You chuckled to yourself at the insanity of it all. Wiping away the tear with the tips of your fingers, you looked over at the group on the couch and let out another huff of laughter.

“This shit is so… dumb,” you exclaimed, sitting up. They looked down at you. “Why the hell does this guy even exist? How the hell? Why are we even here? Why the fuck havent we gone off the like Canada or something instead of this hell hole?” you questioned, propping yourself on your hands. Silence was the response you got. You rolled your eyes, “Should have just hightailed it off a bridge while I had the chance,” you mumbled while letting your head fall back to look at the ceiling once more.

“Don’t say that,” Max whispered. You looked at her through your peripheral vision. Knees were to her chest, her chin resting on them. You turned away, looking over at the steps. Clearing your throat you stood with a grunt. Walking over to Max to ruffle her hair lightly.

“Sorry Maxy,” you whispered before walking up to the stairs.

“Where’re you going?” Steve asked, light panic being heard in his tone. You looked back at him slowly, pointing a finger over your shoulder to the door while taking in his state. Sitting on the edge of his seat and brows furrowed.

"Gonna get a drink."

He nodded, settling himself back down.

Your feet dragged into the kitchen. Grateful for the fact that Karen and Ted were out of the house. Taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it up with a tap. You then paused, feeling a sudden change in the atmosphere just as you were about to take a sip.

However, that worry disappeared as the front door opened. You looked over your shoulder to see Robin walk in a smile adorning her features. Instantly one grew on yours as well.

“You're back,” you mumbled as she approached you. She nodded, grabbing your waist. You put yours on her shoulders, peering behind her. “Where’s Nancy?” you questioned. Robin shrugged.

“Probably still in the car. I left her in the dust.” You quirked a brow.

“And why’s that?”

“Had to make sure you were okay.” You bit your lip lightly, pulling her in closer and fully wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Resting your temple to hers while you embraced her.

“I’m okay, Birdy,” you assured her. The hands on your waist tightened. Making you smile lightly, only for it to turn into a wince. You tried to pull away. “Robin, hey-”

“But it's such a shame Billy isn’t okay, isn’t it?” Her voice was different. It was deeper and seemed to carry an echo. The room grew dark as your eyes widened, struggling to get out of the hands. Their grip continued to tighten. Suddenly being pulled away you met the eyes that were oh so familiar. You choked on your words.

“B-Billy?”

–

Silence filled the basement as the group was tense. Dustin suddenly stood up.

“Alright, I’m gonna say what we're all thinking. This is taking her way too long to get a drink.”

“Maybe she had to use the bathroom?” Lucas questioned. Dustin pointed to the corner of the room.

“There’s a bathroom literally right there.” Steve was next to stand.

“Yep I’m calling it,” he said, taking off to the stairs. Max followed closely behind, the two boys behind her.

Steve placed a hand on the door frame, looking into the kitchen. You stood at the sink, the faucet still running. Max passed him, going to your side.

“Y/n-” she cut herself short. Taking in your frozen state and foggy gaze. Eyes red and rolled back. Her own widened as she went to shake your shoulder. “Y/n? Y/n!” her voice grew in volume as her shaking continued. The boys came to your side as you stayed in your place. Not budging an inch.

“Y/n, hey c’mon man. Snap out of it,” Steve stated, snapping and waving his hand in front of your face.

“Aw, shit it’s happening,” Dustin exclaimed.

“Get the walkie, Dustin,” Lucas commanded, going to shut off the water and splash some on your face in the process. Dustin bolted out of the room.

–

You shoved your way from his grip. Tripping on your feet in the process, falling to the ground. Heavy breaths left you as you scramble back while he slowly made his way towards you.

“Do you not miss me? You don’t miss your own brother?” His face was casted in a shadow. His white shirt was bloody. A glimpse of light passed over his features. Making you catch a sight of it rolling down his mouth as well. You got to your feet, continuing to move while he approached.

–

“Y/n, please. You have to snap out of it. You have to fight it, please,” Max said while she continued to shake you. They managed to move you to the ground, still in the same position. Limbs stiff, eyes twitching.

“Dustin, where the hell is that walkie!?” Steve yelled, patting your cheek lightly.

“I can’t find it! Who the hell took it last?” he called back. Steve looked to Lucas.

“Go help him. Now.” Lucas nodded, rushing to find Dustin.

–

“You don't, do you?” His voice grew closer as you kept walking backwards, unable to turn away from him. “After everything we went through? After what you did?” You flinched, freezing in your spot at the memory.

All the blood, all the flesh, the tears, the pain.

Billy took three steps before stopping in front of you. His hand went to your cheek, brushing against it lightly.

“You know I think there’s a part of you buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day.” Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head babbling uselessly.

“No, n-no, no, no-”

“That was maybe even relieved.” He titled his head to the side, mockingly pouting his lip. “Happy even.” You continued to shake your head.

“No, Billy, you know that’s not true.” You sniffled, breaths uneven.

“That’s why you decided to stab me right? It’s okay, you can admit it now. No more lies.” You didn’t note the changing surroundings. The fog and random objects appearing in the darkness. “No more hiding,” Billy continued. He took a step forward, causing you to take one back.

“Billy, that’s not true. It’s not true.”

“That’s why you feel such guilt. Not the fact that you killed your own brother, but the fact you were hoping to do so.”

“No.” Sobs shook your body.

“Then you continue on in life. Got a little girlfriend, live in this little fantasy you’ve been dreaming of forever. The fantasy that you knew I would never be in.”

“Stop it, it’s not ture. It took me so long-”

“But that whole fantasy is just another lie you like to believe. When in reality, when your little Birdie isn't there, you like to cry into your pillow and wish to follow me into death.” A clock chime was heard in the distance. “That is why I am here, Y/n.”

“No,” you continued to repeat. Eye hurting, face wet, as you continued to back up.

“To end your suffering, once and for all.” You tripped falling once again onto your back. Looking back up Billy was no longer there. Instead stood someone with white, slimy, disgusting, pale skin. The man you learned to know as Vecna. You gazed at him horrified as his voice shook your whole being.

“It is time, Y/n.” Labored breaths left you. “Time for you to join me.” You scrambled back getting to your feet and running into the hazy fog.

–

“Y/n, you got to get outta there!”

“Can you hear me?”

“Y/n!”

“You gotta get outta there.” Steve and Max continued to shake, prod, pinch at you. Steve’s voice echoed through the whole house.

“I swear to god, if your don’t find that damn-”

“Got It!” Dustin announced, pulling it from under the couch. He pulled the antenna out.

“Nancy? Robin? Do you copy? This is code red. Do you copy?” he blared into the speaker. No response was given. He mumbled a ‘shit’ before trying again. “Robin!”

—

You were panting. Looking behind you to see if whatever that thing, guy, alien was behind you. Random objects passed you by while you s became out of breath. Sitting down behind some random shape, you took a second to pull air into your chest. Then peering into the foggy void of blackness to reveal him slowly approaching.

“You cannot hide from me, Y/n.” Taking a couple more gulps of air you were on your feet again.

–

“Robin, where the hell are you? This is a code red. I repeat, a code red!” Dustin screamed in the walkie talking. Finally he heard a response.

“Dustin, it's robin. We copy,” Robins muffled voice was heard.

“Holy shit, finally,” he sighed out, falling onto his knees next to you. “Please, please tell me you guys have this figured out.” Robin’s heart almost audibly dropped.

–

Your lungs hurt. You haven't done this much running since doing the mile in the gym. Junior year. Your throat was sore, every bone aching.

“Robin, please!” you called out into the darkness. “Steve, help! Lucas, Dustin, please! Nancy, somebody, please!” You froze in your place, a red light peering in front of you. Your brows furrowed as you stepped towards it cautiously while thunder rumbled in the distance.

–

“Where are they, Nancy?” Dustin asked, tone stern as they continued to search her room.

“I told you in a little box on the shelf next to my nightstand!” she exclaimed.

“Well, they’re not here,” he stated. Pushing around the different objects. Meanwhile in the car Nancy’s brows furrowed. That was where she put them last, either that or- Her eyes widened.

“Under my bed! They're either on the shelf or under the bed.”

Lucas dove to the bedside. Surfing through the random items under it and pulling out a plastic container. Opening it quickly to check for confirmation, then tripping to his feet to get back downstairs.

“We’re five minutes away,” Nancy stated while Lucas and Dustin rushed out of the room.

–-

Thunder and loud sounds continued in the red atmosphere. Your shoes were getting wet from the sudden liquid on the ground.

Suddenly the sight of a building, broken and torn apart, that was floating in the air caught your gaze. Black, pointy, tall, rocks were below it. Slowly you made your way to the center.

–

“I thought she hates Daryl Hale And John Oates?” Dustin asked.

“No, she loves them. Every time she comes over it’s the first thing she puts on the record player,” Robin explained in a rush. They continued to search through Nancy’s cassettes. “Out Of Touch, that’s her favorite song,” she informed.

“Where the hell is it?” Steve grumbled to himself, scanning across the different names.

–

A clock floated past while it chimed. You took in the surroundings. A staircase with no upper floor, bits and pieces of the house that once was was rotting away, black vines wrapping around whatever they could, a rose stained glass door floating away from its hinges.

“What are you doing in here, Y/n?” His voice sounded like it was inside of your head. A sudden pop was felt under your feet. Looking down, revealed spider eggs. So many of them. A bunch of the little eight legged creatures crawled out from the remains. You backed away almost tripping but catching yourself.

You whipped around to see a body was held up by the vines. Eyes blackened or not even there and every bone looked broken. Chrissy. Her mouth was slacked open and she seemed to be covered in some kind of liquid. You stepped back looking to your left to reveal another one. Fred.

“How do you like them, Y/n?” Turning around again you faced Vecna. “Would you like to join them?” Your breath was caught in your chest as you wanted to move. Something wrapping around your foot making you fall to the ground. It pulled you back. Pinning you to a post while you screamed. They wrapped around your waist, your wrists, and then your throat. Your mouth gaped open as your vision fell onto him.

–

“What the hell, Nancy? Are you sure you have it?” Max snagged the walkie talkie from Dustin, speaking into it.

“Yes, I know it’s there. I Just listened to it the other day.”

“Did you put it somewhere else?”

“No, I’m 100 percent positive it’s in that damn box.”

“How far away are you?” Max asked.

“Less than a minute.”

–

You whimpered breathlessly. Trying to take in any oxygen you could as the restraints continued to tighten.

–

“Got it!” Lucas exclaimed. Pushing the cassette into Max’s hands. She put into her walkman while Dustin took the headphones and placed them over your ears.

“Let’s go, do it now!” Steve pressured. Max shut the case and pressed play.

–

He stood mere inches from you as a familiar sound was heard through your mind. You looked over his shoulder, a tunnel of light showing through all the red.

“Shaken it up is all that we know. Using bodies up as we go, I’m waking up to fantasy.”

You could see them. Max, Steve, Lucas, and Dustin. All of them kneeling to the ground surrounding…you.

“The shades all around are the colors we used to see. ”

“Come on, Y/n.” Dustin’s voice. You could hear him.

“Let’s go, c’mon Y/n wake up. We’re right here,” Steve encouraged. They were right there.

"Broken ice still melts in the sun."

“They can’t help you, Y/n, “ Vecna said, turning to face you. “There’s a reason you don’t tell them.

“And ties that are broken can often be one again.”

You looked from him then peered back over his shoulder. The vines tightened once more.

"We're soul alone. And soul really matters to me."

“You belong here, with me,” he said as your eyes rolled back slowly.

“You’re not really here,” you choked out. Fighting to meet his eyes.

“Oh, but I am, Y/n. I am.” He brought his hand up. Claws spreading out just barely missing your face.

"Take a look around."

A ruckus was heard from the other side. But you couldn't see them. He was blocking your vision. But as his hand continued to hold above you, your eyes rolled back.

"You're out of touch"

“Y/n, hey! Baby, please can you hear me? You have to hear me, Y/n. Come snap out of it. You’re a fighter, honey. Always have been always will and you have to be one now, 'kay? Be one now.” Robin?

"Im out of time."

“You have to, Y/n. Please, for me, baby. Please.”

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

You looked through the cracks of his fingers.

"You're out of touch."

There she was. Standing with the rest of the group watching as you…floated? You closed your eyes, focusing. A flash of a memory passed over your view.

"I'm out of time. But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

“You’ll make it out okay,” Robin mumbled into your shoulder.

“How do you know that?” Your body was tense. She swayed you lightly before pulling away.

“Cause you’ll do anything for me,” she spoke in a whisper, while you tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “And you’ll fight this for me too.”

"Reaching out for something to hold." Just focus.

“Dustin put the smore down,” you commanded, holding a hand to distance yourself from him. You stood on the couch as he tour it in two, revealing the marshmallow inside. You gave him a pointed glare before he came at your landing, both halves on your cheeks.’

"Looking for a love where the climate is cold."

“Give us a twirl,” you said as El came out of the dressing room. She did so as you and Max clapped.

"Manic moves and drowsy dreams." Do it for them.

“Why the hell are they making out now? Were they not hating each other like, two seconds ago?” Steve asked as a bowl of popcorn sat between the two of you.

“It’s called enemies to lovers for a reason,” you tried to explain.

“He just basically called her a toothed bull frog and now she’s kissing him?” You let out a snort.

"Manic moves and drowsy dreams."

“I think it looks pretty good,” you mumbled looking at yourself from all angles of the mirror. You then turned to Will. “I made a pretty damn good wizard.”

“It took me two weeks to make it,” Will replied in his own wizard outfit. You pulled him into a hug.

“Well, thanks, bud. This really means a lot.”

"Living in the middle between the two extremes."

“You look perfect,” you assured Max as she showed you the dress she made for the snowball.

"Smoking guns hot to the touch."

“You got a little something…” you motioned with your finger. Signaling to Nancy she had an ice cream mustache.

“Oh shoot.” She missed it the first, second, and third time.

"Would cool down if we didn't use them so much, yeah. We're soul alone."

“Happy birthday!” The group of six exclaimed, bombarding you as soon as you entered the Wheelers. You looked around, taking in the decorations, food, and presents. It was perfect.

"And soul really matters to me. Too much." Do it for her.

“I hate the heat,” you mumbled, plopping down next to Robin on the pool's edge. She turned to you, looking you up and down.

“You look pretty good in it though.” You rolled your eyes. Shoving her into the water. Only for your laughter to be cut off by being pulled in as well.

"You're out of touch. I'm out of time."

“You know you can always come here,” Robin whispered to you while you laid your head on her chest. Tears lightly falling down your face. You sniffled.

“Yeah, that’s why I am here.”

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

“I love moments like these,” she expressed. The two of you sat on top of her roof, gazing at the stars.

“How come?” you questioned, turning on your side to face her. She did the same, taking your hand in hers.

“Cause you’re hear.” You scrunched up your face playfully.

“That was corny.” She playfully slapped your arm.

"You're out of touch. I'm out of time."

Your head was in her lap. Her fingers scratched over your scalp.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whispered, eyes opening. Lids resting heavy over them.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too,” she spoke in a hushed voice. Watching as a blissful smile fell on your features.

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

Your eyes snapped open. Ripping a hand from the restraints you grabbed the side of Vecna’s neck. Pulling with all your might. He let go of you, groaning in pain.

"(Out of touch, out of touch.) You're out of touch. I'm out of time."

You picked yourself up. Scrambling to run. Pumping your arms as hard as you could, breath wheezing. Looking back you could see he was standing once more.

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

Bringing your attention to in front of you again a piece of debris in the air began to fall.

"(You're out of touch.) I'm out of time."

Shaking the earth as it collided with the ground. Your clothes were soaked in the black goo as you once again stood.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around) around."

Rocks, debri, shit everywhere was falling. You fought to not trip. You fought to keep going.

"(You're out of touch) we're soul alone, girl."

To keep going for them. For her.

"(I'm out of time.)"

Right there. They were right there.

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around (not around)."

You gasped for breath, willing yourself to move a little farther, get a little closer.

"(You're out of touch)"

Just get to them and everything would be fine. Robin will make sure you’ll be fine.

"(I'm out of time) out of touch."

Like she said anything for her. You had to keep going for her.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around) out of time, girl. "

You just had to keep going.

"(You're out of touch) Reach out for something to hold (time)."

One step into the light and your eyes instantly shot open. You stayed in the air for a second before falling to the ground. You fell onto your back, head whipping around.

"(You're out of touch) too cold, girl. (I'm out of time) too cold girl."

Everyone ushered towards you while your chest heaved. You couldn't hear what they were saying. Thoughts and sounds blocked out by the music.

"Yeah, hope you will listen (not around). (You're out of touch) out of touch. (I'm out of time) out of time, out of touch."

Trying to catch your breath while their hands flew to you to see if you were alright. You scanned their faces. Your own hands reaching out once you met Robin's watery eyes.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around.)"

She pushed her way to you. Letting your head fall to her chest while she cradles it. Tears fell from your face as sobs racked your body, gripping her arm tightly. Robin rocked you gently. The head phones fell to your shoulders. Still being faintly heard,

"(You're out of touch) yeah."

“It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re here, Y/n. I’m here. I’ve got you. Just breathe. It's all gonna be okay. I’m here.”

"I'm out of time (time)."

She was here. You made it, you were fine. You were here. You made it. You fought and made it. Everything thing would be fine. As long as she's here.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around...)"

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itsupsidedownbyers · 2 years ago

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ok ok so for the 300 followers thingy with a byler prompt. i have thoughts. and they’re gonna become ur problem.

so my favorite one is, ever cliché: they’re fighting and then one of them (mike) yells “because i love u” and then yeah. if that makes sense

congratulations!! 🥳🥳💖💖

-lillian (missmaxmayfield)

@missmaxmayfield I loved this idea, it was so cute and fun to write! Thank you for the prompt, I hope you enjoy this! 🥰 🥰🥰

“Why do you always do this?” Will cried, slamming the Wheeler’s back door as he headed towards his bike. “It’s fine for Lucas to date Max, and you have no problem with Suzie, but God forbid I go out with somebody Mike!”

“It’s not the same! You hardly even know Matt, and you’re going to choose a stupid date with him over our movie night?”

“It’s not stupid, Mike!” Will picked up his bike, walking towards the edge of the driveway, ignoring Mike as he followed him. “Matt seems nice, and in case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to date for me here in Hawkins.”

“So that means you’re gonna go out with the first guy who shows interest?” Mike grabbed his handlebars, preventing Will from leaving.

“I thought this was what you wanted, Mike? For me to grow up and finally get out of your basement? We aren’t kids anymore Mike; everyone is moving on. Shouldn’t I get that chance too?”

Mike was quiet but let go of the handlebars.

“I just thought… I mean, we said we were friends, Will. Best friends. I thought that meant something to you.”

Will reeled back as if he’d been slapped. “Oh, fuck you, Mike! Don’t you dare act as if it’s my fault we’ve been growing apart. You know how much you mean to me, you’re the one who has been pulling away.”

“I have not!”

“Have so! Ever since…” Will trailed off, searching Mike’s eyes. “Oh.”

Mike stared into his eyes, too afraid to look away.

“I get it. Ever since you found out I like-“ Will swallowed. “-boys, you’ve been distant.”

Mike looked away.

“That’s what this is, right?” he felt tears welling up in his eyes. “You- you’re grossed out, you think I’m disgusting-“ He pulled away, mounting his bike.

“No, Will, that’s not it, come on.” Mike stood in front of him as he pedaled, grabbing the handlebars again, his hands atop of Will’s. “Wait!”

“No!” Will sobbed, chest heaving. “I’ve seen you looking at me, moving away from me. If you have such a problem with it, Mike, I’d rather you just-“

“It’s because I’m in love with you, asshole!” Mike yelled, stopping Will mid-sentence.

Will stared at him, uncomprehending. Mike swallowed, moving a hand to cup Will’s cheek.

“I love you, Will. And sometimes, it hurts to see that you’d rather be with Matt or some other douche, when I’m right here.” He wiped away Will’s tears. “I’m right here. And I wish that you saw me.”

Will leaned into Mike’s touch, closing his eyes. “But I do see you, Mike. You’re all I’ve ever seen since I was five years old.”

Mike grinned, bringing their foreheads together. “Yeah?”

Will returned his smile. “Yeah, dumb ass-“ Mike crashed into him, crushing their mouths together, tangling his fingers in Wills hair.

Will wrapped his arms around Mike, gripping his shoulders. He’d thought about kissing Mike for almost a decade, he wanted to remember everything, the shape of his mouth, the touch of his hands-

Mike broke away first, staying in the circle of Will’s arms. “I love you, Will Byers, and I always will.”

Will smiled, kissing his cheek. “I love you, too, Mike.”

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #mike x will #misha's fics #this was almost 550 words but who cares lol #thank you for the prompt!#follower celebration #mike wheeler is gay

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lele-yjwn · 2 years ago

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Beside you

Pairing - enhypen sunoo x fem reader

Genre - slight angst, fluff, best friends to lovers

Tw - use of one swear word

Synopsis - y/n had just found out about her bf cheating on her and to pull her out of her spiral of thoughts somebody was there.....little did she know this meet up was not gonna go how she expected.

A/n - 3rd fic here ......this is special fic for my bestie @yewoniesstuff

Beside you –

The day was gloomy and so was your mood. It was as if the heavens just knew how you felt and wanted to give you some company .You had just found out your boyfriend had cheated on you with the popular girl and the their harsh words still lingered in your head.

“And what made you think a dumb kid like u can make me happy?”

“ Yeah, why don’t you just go and hide in a corner of the library. No one wants you here anyways.”

To be honest you weren’t absolutely in love with with him or well even friends with your ex boyfriend. You were just a normal teen who wanted to experience what’s dating like and how does it feel to be liked by a guy. What broke you was u eventually started to trust him and then the unfortunate happens….he broke that trust and brought up your every single insecurity while you guys were arguing……so here you were not crying over a guy but over all the things he said. All you could think of was “aah I should have listened to Sunoo when he told me not to date him.” But all you did was spit back harsh words at him and now you realise how hurtful they were,

“You just want me to single for the rest of my life like you.”

“ I thought you would be happy for me…isn’t that what friends do? Support each other but I guess we aren’t that good friends as much as I thought we were.”

Aaaaaahhhh!! You were cringing and feeling guilty over everything you said to sunoo , just then you here the someone knocking the door. You wipe your eyes, and walk towards the door to check who it is. “ who could come in this horrible weather at this hr?” you thought. When you opened the door you saw the person who you wanted to run away from and throw yourself in his arms at the same time. “Sunoo?”

“Y/N!!! I kept calling you but you didn’t pick my calls nor replied to my messages….so I wanted to check whether my annoying brat is alright or not.”

He just walks in and kept talking and saying how worried he was. “Also I got your favourite food and some chocolate ice cream cause ice cream in rain just hits different you know.”

He kept talking with a smile on his face and was complaining how hard it was to get here in this horrible whether. When he did get any reply from you he looked in your direction and there you were trying to muffle your cry with tears running down.

“Y/N!?! why are you crying ?” he asked while holding you…..you didn’t say anything and just cried. “its ok, I really want to say you shouldn’t be crying over that jerk ….but if you are still sad over it then let it out , I’m here …right beside you.” And his words only made you cry harder cause you weren’t crying over your awful ex ,that jerk wasn’t worth your tears. You were crying over how much a of a bitch you had been to your best friend just bcoz he questioned your relationship.

“Sunoo, I…I am not crying cause of that.” You said still sobbing a little.

“then what’s the matter ,love?” he asked with total calm and comfort radiating in his words ( and maybe a little adoration too).

“You.”

“Me? What did I do?” Sunoo asked all confused.

“ why didn’t I listen to you when you told me he is not the right one why did I say you all those awful things and after all this why are you still here god you make me feel awful yet loved at same time can I just die

Sunoo chucked at your last statement “hey hey, don’t say like that first calm down”

How can I calm down when you are all nice to me even after the things I told you”

“that’s cause I love you you know”

“I know that Sunoo even I love you too” but Sunoo just shakes his head and gets all serious. The boyish cute grin isn’t lingering on his lips. You didn’t see the 7yr old smiling happy boy sitting you at that moment. You saw a guy who was much mature grown….and a whole lot handsome too. You and Sunoo had such a deep bond that whenever you felt tingles by his action you would brush it away saying its just hormones acting up. And even right now you know where this conversation is heading towards and you want to stop it but you just can’t bring yourself to say no or stop it. You just let it happen maybe cause even you don’t want it to stop?

“No, Y/N ….its not just all platonic” he sighed.

“ I love you like the moon loved accompanying our late night rendezvouses ,

Like the flickering lamp on our study sessions that made you look a little too pretty for my heart to take.”

“Y/N I have been in love with with you ever since and I know I will be for evermore.”

“Sunoo why didn’t you tell me before”u asked overwhelmed and confused

“How could I Y/N , for some reason never meant to cross you” he said with a sad smile.

He continues, “I know I am not your type but even when we talk about nothing you know what’s its like”

“love, I know you lied cause his love never felt right” he said with a smile . he almost read you like an open book and if it weren’t for that you would be in a much worse state.

And then it hits you all the compliments over the thinks that you are insecure about ….not questioning anything you do but always being there when you mess up. It was not just the happy moments that you spent with him made him special, it was those sad and times and your downs that you guys went through together that made him special and you cant fathom anyone else except Sunoo to be with you in those moments.

“You know if you ever plan on switching sides I’ll make you mine.” He said getting making his way to the kitchen to probably get some of the food to eat that he got.

“Sunoo !! why are treating this like a casual conversation!!” you said frustrated when you saw him just walk away.

“cause Y/N I know what the answer is gonna be from your side so I rather let this conversation slide away like a casual confession then hear you reject me and make things weird between us.”

“Sunoo please just ….stay …here…please” you sound desperate rn but that’s the last thing you are thinking right now. He walks towards you and sits beside you ,”hey if you are thinking I was just gonna leave you then you are absolutely wrong……I am not going anywhere.” He reassures you with a smile and this time you don’t speak, you just pull him into a hug. You guys have hugged before and physical touch wasn’t a big deal for you guys, as you both were fond of physical affection ….but this hug right now felt different. You know it was different , you felt it and so did Sunoo. With his ever so gentle touch we pulls you closer by waist and that moment Sunoo for once wanted to be selfish, selfish enough to disregard his brain saying this is wrong cause it just felt so right. His thoughts get interrupted when you speak,

“Sunoo, I am all yours and for a fact I think I have always been yours, from the very start and I want to be yours till the very end.”

And then you feel him just nuzzle into your neck even more, and wait was he crying?? “Sunoo oh my god why are you crying?” you ask holding his face. “Y/N you have no idea how much my heart has longed to hear that this moment feels like a dream.” And you just pulled him into a kiss. Was it slow or heated? Soft or passionate ?? you had no idea …I was Sunoo who you were kissing and that’s all that mattered. When guys pulled away all he said was “wow” and you “definitely not a dream.”

“yep,definitely.” And then u suddenly remember “the food !! its all cold now..noooo” Sunoo just rolls his eyes and says “Y/N microwaves exists for fucks sake.” And you just threw a pillow at him. But you knew that moment you didn’t lose your best friend but just found your lover who was always there infront you just in the form as the most annoying yet someone you did give your life friend.

“Y/N come fast or even the microwave will start rolling eyes at your antics.”

“yah this is gf treatment I get-“

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sweetsbfreex · 4 years ago

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my baby, my baby

brought to u by me watching IW for the millionth time

Summary: You ask Steve for one thing before the fight against Thanos (IW), but for the first time in however long he denies you of fulfilling this wish.

Warnings: language?

Pairing: Nomad, Bf!Steve x thanos daughter!reader

He was manning the quinjet, not all the way true. Sam was flying the jet to Wakanda, Steve slumped in his seat beside Sam, in deep thought. His chin is set into his palm, his arm sitting up on the armrest, and his palm covering half of his mouth. Looking further down his leg was jittering steadily.

What would happen next was a pretty big deal, none of you on the jet knew what could go wrong. So obviously tensions were at an all time high in this cooped up jet.

You rise up from your seat between Wanda and Nat. Walking yourself behind Steve’s chair. Your pointer finger taps his embellished shoulder, separating him from his apprehensive thoughts. He looks up at you and the creases that were once prominent in his forehead evaporated.

You don’t utter anything, only nudging your head behind you.

Follow me to the back.

Is what’s reciprocated when he too gets up from his seat, letting Sam know he’ll be up front in a second. Once you turn, he follows you down the small aisle to the side “room” away from all the prying ears.

Finally.

You step into the room first. You weren't going to lie, your heart was beating with so much force and it only grew as he walked past you into the room. You close the door behind you, turning, so you're facing Steve's attentive figure.

You only smile at him to some extent, prompted to show there were no ill intentions to asking him back here. When you see how nervous he looks, as you take his hand seating the both of you to a bench against the wall.

Your knees tenderly touch. He clears his throat coercing you to go on, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You alright doll?” he asks you, in a gentle manner. Taking the already linked palms shifting it from your lap to his. His other hand blanketing your combined hands.

“I’m okay. Are you?” you ask the question hesitantly, raising your spare hand to move aside the hair that fell over and veiled his eyes. You desperately wanted to make sure you got a good look at his face. You loved his face.

His cheeks go plump in a charming smile, and his hand squeezes yours back.

His hair was long. Longer than you would’ve ever imagined Steve would let it be. Either way you loved every inch of the gold locks. Yet, everytime you told him how much you loved it, despite his insecurity and slight annoyance with it. He'd always fall into a rampage down memory lane. Telling you how his late mother would've hounded him about the upkeep of his hair.

You adored that about him too. Loved, that he loved so hard and so full. He’d never forget the ones he loved no matter what.

“I’m swell, you don’t need to worry about me” he tells you.

You didn’t believe him one bit and you weren’t going to push him about it. You knew how he was...stubborn as ever. But, it was also ,by and large, your job to worry about him–– after loving him of course. Contrary to what he would say (Which was vice-versa.)

“We’re gonna be okay...okay? But I have something to ask you. And you can’t get mad.”

“I’m not promising that, but we won’t shout. We’ll talk it out–– whatever it is”

It was the best you were going to get from him and time was closing in on you guys being able to be like this, anway.

“I know how you are, but this is a really critical thing we're fighting for here. So, unless I'm in some type of grave danger. I don’t want you worrying about me on the field. No matter what...Make sure he doesn’t get that stone.” Your voice lets you down towards the end, starting to get scratchy and low.

He stands up in no time. His hands going to his belt, then to his hips, he finally raises one hand to run against his beard.

His facial hair, another thing in the endless things you loved about Steve Rogers.

When the stubble he usually shaves away kept growing into a full beard, it surprised you both. You in a hot kind of way, he became more adoring by day when decided to stop shaving.

You walked in on him one day. He was facing the scratched up mirror in a bathroom in a dingy hotel room. Running his fingers against his face, the other clutching onto the edge of the counter. Tilting his head back and to, eyes shifting as he looked over his face. It was another part of the effect of the serum he didn’t expect would happen.

Telling you a story as he wandered down memory lane again. How he had problems growing stubble as a sickly kid–– so behind on puberty. He even watched Bucky grow his first “stache” at sixteen, but that came to an abrupt stop when Bucky’s mother made him shave it off.

Steve thought It was weird to think that he could now also.

You were still sitting on the bench. Swiveling your body so you were facing your boyfriend, looking up at his fidgeting build with care.

Feeling like a child waiting for their parents to dispute whatever impending punishment they would grant.

“Why would you ask me that?” he finally, finally disrupts his silence. Scoffing at the offensive question.

He doesn’t look at you with anything negative, only confusion.

“Because. I don’t want you jumping in front of whatever it is in front of me...I know him, he’s my dad. He’ll do anything to get what he wants, even if it means I die.”

When Steve told you that it was actually Bruce calling and told you what he said. He looked at you baffled when the shirt you were about to put on dropped from your grasp.

Once you told him you had knowledge of Thanos and how you knew him, there was a pregnant silence in the air.

If anything it filled the rage towards Thanos in Steve even more, by the time you finished.

“Are you listening to yourself?” he questions you in disbelief, lips stuck in a sneer.

“Please. Just please, angel.” you maintain.

You don’t answer either of his questions and he truly hates that. He stays silent for a bit watching your seated figure, looking up at him with the saddest eyes you’ve ever given him. His puzzled eyes shift down to your bobbing leg and your hands wringing together with so much speed and anguish.

He could probably throw up right now.

And when he shifts his eyes up again, you keep that same look on your face waiting for him to say anything.

He sighs dejectedly, dropping his hands to his side, and walking himself back over to you. He sits closer to you than before. Extending a gloved hand to caress your cheek before fixing the flyaways from your sleek ponytail.

“I can’t. You’ll always be my priority, and I won’t promise something like that sweetheart” he tells you this languidly. His thumb starts to rub circles against your cheekbone, to calm you down, when he catches the way your eyes widen at his admission.

“Steve!” your voice breaks. So shocked, you can’t hold back the tears that build up and fall slowly over your face.

You couldn’t believe this. He’s supposed to love you. Time and time again he’d always remind you how much he loves you and how he’d do anything for you–– too hard to say no to you, his words. Thinking this over you pull your face away from his hold, looking down at your taut hands. This wasn’t a silly death wish. You had to make sure your father didn’t get what he desired, no matter what.

He hates having to watch you cry, but he doesn’t have much of a choice now. He needs to stand his ground, there was no way he would be arguing about this. And he does this, grabbing your face with a light hand, so you were face to face again.

"I love you so much. And if I have to choose between letting you die and Thanos losing. Or you living and watching the universe crumble, you know exactly what I'm gonna choose. I'm not losing you, not if I have anything to do with it"

Albeit how dumb it sounded, there is no notable instance in his life where’d let you perish over him.

“You’re not thinking this through” you hiccup.

“It’s you, isn’t it? There’s not much to think about” he smiles at you and as you look at him you can see his eyes glazing over.

His statement only causes you to cry more. You feel nothing but the pain in your heart and the repositioning of your body. It takes you a moment to realize you’re settled on his thighs sideways. His well built arm warmly wraps around your shoulder, your temple rests against his shoulder, and his lips are placing light kisses to the crown of your head.

You incline your head, “I love you too much” you say in an awed whisper, raising a hand to twirl in the strands at the back of his collar. Following that, you let your hand spread across the back of his neck pulling him down for a kiss.

“After this we’re done okay? We have our pardon and are going to buy whatever house you want to get. I’m gonna buy you the prettiest engagement ring money can buy, Gonna get whatever animals you want,” you chuckle at that part.

If there was one thing Steve learned while living incognito with you is that you’d save any animal if you were able to. Always stopping whenever you passed by any animal in need in the drary streets. Looking up at Steve, who’d always have to remind you that neither of you could give it the life it deserves right now. Opting to only go to the nearest convenience store to buy whatever safe animal food in sight.

His hand immediately clutches your face to wipe away the tears that fell without pattern. His smile grows fonder when you do the same. “‘Can paint the house whatever we decide...maybe even get a house big enough to fit the kids we’ll have?” he tells you the last part in such a timid manner, bearing one of his hands to clutch yours. His thumb running over your knuckles at full tilt.

The only thing you were able to give him was a stunned look. So shocked you were unable to react like a normal person.

You squeeze his hand tight only being able to stutter a “really?”

“Of course. I want to have a bunch of small Rogers with you, wreaking havoc around our house” he admits this to you, carrying out such strong eye contact. If his hand didn’t slither down your back, supporting you up and grounding you, you’d jump in glee.

Fuck. Neither of you had talked about this, but you were glad that you both were on the same page about his. You felt terrified but in a good way, wanting to wholly get this over with and start this dream life with Steve.

“And this is all gonna happen, because everything is going to go well. We’re gonna win, I don’t want you thinking like that or asking me something like that ever again. Thanos will never be on our list of priorities ever again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait to start that life with you” you respond, winding your arms around his neck, crashing your lips to his with force.

He pulls away without notice to place hasty kisses to your cheek, loving the giggles you emitted. Even so, the energy in the room shifts too soon when Sam knocks on the door. Steve allows him entrance.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re about to land Cap”

Steve responds by nodding his head once, stiffly. Letting him know he’d be out in a second.

You get off of his thighs, so the both of you were standing chest to chest. He claps your worried face. Pulling you into him with little force, so his lips could fall to your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Remember what I said and be safe, I love you”

“I love you” you recite, bringing his hand down to kiss his covered palm.

With that he envelops you in his arm, his cheek resting against the top of your head. Both of you breathing each other in. Your shoulders relaxing at his loving touch.

He’d do whatever needed to keep you safe and if it ended in his death, then so be it. You’d do the same for him in a heartbeat, there was no point in either of you arguing this one out.

––––

Everyone was tired, it seemed like this fight only dragged on with the never-ending monsters. But, with the help of Thor (of course) it seemed like things were only getting positive from there. With the way he rendered lightning, destroying things into dust, you were ready to end this once and for all.

And when a cloud of grey smoke appeared out of thin air, and a large titanian appeared. You knew this would either be the ending or the beginning of all these troubles.

“That’s him” you falter, turning to Steve. You give him a quick once over, nothing the way he eyed your father. A menacing, scary look on his face and the furrow of his eyebrows only grow.

“We have eyes on Thanos” he says into the intercom.

It’s like time stands still for a few seconds, no one moves a muscle. You haven't seen this man in years. You feel as if he doesn't recognize who you are as he glances over everyone, like they're roaches in his kitchen.

Yet, in a blur, everyone takes their chance on Thanos. Trying their hardest to somehow, someway take this Titanian down. Bruce gets thrown with a shout, Branches entwine Nat, and Sam drops from the air smoothly.

At some point you hear the grunt of Steve, who somehow gets some punches in, his hands clutching the gauntlet. He shouts from the hefty weight and in a swift motion is stock-still on the ground from the punch he endures.

“Steve!”

Without a choice you run towards Thanos, your adrenaline kicking in. Kicking in punching only to use your hands to grasp around the metal. You knew towards the end; you were no match for him.

“Please! Please don’t do this. Dad please I’m begging you” you plead profusely, but he only looks down at you emotionless. “Please, please, please” you cry, your head hangs low for a bit before you raise it up again. “This won’t fix anything! You–– you…JUST TAKE IT OFF” you scream, knuckles colliding with the gold.

You try so hard to think of anything to turn his mind, but he only looks at you like a stranger. Not the little girl he recruited and used to look at with some kind of affection. His type of affection, if you could even title it that, affection.

Sure, he raised you to be a ruthless killer and thief, but you’d do anything in this key moment to change his crooked mind.

“You don’t get to call me that again. You chose your path...I always knew you’d be the one to let me down the most” he says all this with so much venom.

You cry as you're lifted in the air, by his gauntlet hand, and thrown against the bark of a tree.

You're in a daze. The only things securing you back is the hand against your cheek and a booming, choked up "no". Hearing it a distance away.

You open your eyes to see Steve in front of you, your name on his lips almost incessantly. But when you open them, your eyes quickly move to Thor. Who’s a few feet away from the two of you, shocked and angry. The remnant of smoke in the air. You knew he did it.

“We lost?” you ask Steve, tears already forming in your eyes, as he carefully lifts you to his feet.

He doesn’t get the chance to answer you, though.

“Steve…?” It’s Bucky, You both look towards him to see him fall slowly, disappearing into a brown dust.

You both look on, shocked all while Steve tries to drag himself and your weak body to Bucky. But it’s already too late.

“Buck?!” Steve calls out, but there’s no answer.

You watch on in disorder, stomach plummeting with every second that pasts. Your eyes catch Wanda looking onto Vision's body in sorrow and as you do, she turns into brown dust. It was frightening and you were speechless. So much happening around you, you weren’t sure where to look. You weren’t who was going away.

The hand against your spine, holding you up, starts to feel faint and a headache you had suffered from earlier comes back, but ten times stronger.

“My head hurts” you tell him, your words come out slowly as your mouth starts to feel numb. You drop your head to his shoulder. “Stevie...I can’t feel your hands” you blubber, chest heaving as your breathing picks up. Everything was happening so, so fast.

He lifts your head, “Hey, you’re alright sweetheart, you took a hard hit. Just a bit banged up, gotta stay awake in case it’s a concussion” he reassures you.

You don’t believe him and when you look down at your right hand to see it crumbling away little by little. You lift your wrist up, hand gone. You look down to see the brown dust below your view.

You didn’t want to go. You had merely planned your dream future with him. It wasn’t fair your father would be the one to rip that away from you.

“No. No, you’re alright, stop that” he condemns, bringing your other hand to his bruised lips imperatively. Watching as it climbs up and up, half of your shoulder already gone.

“I’m scared. I love you so much Steve”

“I love you so much doll, feel like we’ve been saying it all day” he tries to joke, eyes roaming all over your face. He had to make sure he had your face recognized to a t, even if it was in a manner of pain.

And you do the same. You weren’t sure where you were going. Were you even dying?! You couldn’t tell, all you knew was Steve and some of your friends wouldn’t be where you were going.

You laugh despondently, low, and mirthlessly knowing how much he needed that laugh at the moment.

“No. I’m gonna––” you start, but never get to finish, because at that moment. In a flash, he’s left with the sight of the soot falling in a sway, like leaves tumbling to the ground. Staring at him gloved palms to see nothing of you there any longer.

He does nothing but stand there for a few minutes, recollecting the exchange. Not only was his best friend gone, but so was his best girl.

He had one fucking job. Keep you safe at all times. Not only did he let the whole universe down, he let you down. You were gone. He can only think about the moment you both had on the jet, telling you, you had nothing to worry about. Because you guys were going to win and now she is gone. He let you down in the worst possible way imaginable. You were gone…

He repeats this to himself, losing hope each time that you would be back in just a second.

He turns around to see his friends observing him and once he notices that Sam is no longer among the group it only increases his agony.

“Cap?” Nat mumbles.

“FUCK!” he breaks. Ripping the gloves off his hand before he sets himself against the ground–– his body feeling heavy. His head is in his hand, body heaving roughly as he cries quietly.

Everyone is stunned and takes a step back to give his face, not remembering the last time they’ve seen him this broken or the last he’s had an outburst resulting in a curse word.

He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to live with this guilt or without you by his side. In spite of that, there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to try and find a way to bring you back.

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realized while writing thing i am not creative...this (beginning) was literally a scene

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kelieah · 4 years ago

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can’t help it (arvin russell x reader)

request (summary): @dhtomholland : hi !! i have an arvin request... what if arvin easily gets jealous when boys hit on y/n at school or jus try to talk to her and it was cute at first but y/n get annoyed at some point which leads to a small fight but arvin makes it up to her w flowers and telling her he jus wants to protect her 🥺🥺🥺

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language ofc, angst, fluff

edited: i also kinda forgot halfway through writing this that u requested he wanted to protect, i changed that up a bit sorry !!! also why the fuck am is my gifs not loading grrr

a/n: awwee this requesttt,, sorry for the late response. i’m not as quick as i used to be w requests

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You like Arvin a lot, that’s something you couldn’t deny. But lord, ever since you started dating this boy you don’t think you could ever get used to his temper and overprotective attitude. You appreciated it, of course, it’s just that there were many times when he’d let it get the best of him.

There was this one time he was picking you up from school, but you weren’t at the front like you usually were. So he decides to park and walk to your locker to see if you were there. You’re there, but with the company of someone else. His heart rate spikes at the sight of someone, or to be more specific, some candy-ass boy talking to you. He slowly walks over, not wanting to startle the both of you, and listens in on the conversation.

“I- I could help ya with the homework for math class. If y- you want of course,” the sweet, frail boy whose name is Cole, offers you.

You smile softly and nod while closing your lockers, “I would appreciate that a lot! I think I’m free—”

Before you could even finish your sentence you notice Cole huddle in fear before you. “Hi,” you hear a familiar voice from behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin upon your shoulder.

“Oh, hey Arvin,” you murmur softly and glance over at him. You know what he’s up to so you push him off slightly to return to your conversation with the other boy.

“Uhm, h- hello there. A- Arvin,” Cole mutters and cowers underneath Arvin’s piercing glare.

You huff and shove your boyfriend aside. “Don’t mind him, like I was saying. I think I can after Sunday Mass, by the trees and tables if that’s alright?”

He gulps as he averts his eyes back and forth between the both of you. “Y- Yeah, is that okay?”

“I just said it’s alright—?” you stifle a laugh until you get cut off.

“Yeah, just studying though. If she tells me otherwise, I’ll cut your—'' Arvin threatens, causing every ounce of color from Cole’s face to drain.

“I’ll see you Sunday, Cole! Bye!” you immediately pull Arvin away and squeeze his hand harshly. “What is the matter with you!?”

“What?” he asks cluelessly and looks back at Cole who had already run off in complete fear and embarrassment.

“That poor boy. He’s just asking to study with me, that’s all,” you smack his arm.

He scoffs and shrugs you off. “Doll, I know you’re dull sometimes but c’mon. Every boy in the school probably wants you. Even boys like him, they just got some type of strategy or some shit,” he runs a hand through his hair and avoids your piercing glare. “Dull? First off, fuck you. Second, every boy? Arvin, grow up baby. I’m yours, and only yours. M’ pretty damn sure everyone knows that. Now fucking apologize or else I’m walking home,” you stop in your tracks and cross your arms.

He stops as well and turns towards you, giving you a blank expression. You remain firm and raise an eyebrow at him, almost testing him to try you. “Sweetcakes, m’ sorry,” he groans and takes a step towards you.

You take a step back and raise both your eyebrows, continuing to stay stubborn. “Sorry, what?”

He takes one more look at you and wavers in defeat. He trudges over to you and falls into your arms, stuffing his face in your neck. You stifle a laugh and hold him up, hugging him close. “I’m sorry for threatening that stupid boy with dumb glasses. I just really like you and don’t want nobody touchin’ my girl. Nobody. Not even God. I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I won’t get jealous or overprotective again,” he drags out his words and whines against your skin.

You throw your head back and giggle. “Arvin! Okay, okay. You big softie. Apology accepted stupid. But, you better apologize to him too, okay?” you push him off you and glance into his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss?” he pouts and leans towards your face. You roll your eyes and oblige, pecking his lips. You walk off towards his car and he let out another whine, complaining about how the kiss was too short.

You love how you’re able to bring out this vulnerable and softer side to Arvin. You’re lucky enough that he even started dating you. It shock you that the boy had emotions. You’re only partly joking about that. It’s a true miracle the way you make him fall to his knees for you. You both couldn’t get enough of each other. Though, there were days where Arvin really got on your nerves.

He just promised the other day to not get too jealous or overprotective, didn’t he? Yet, here is now cursing out the same boy who helped you with your studies behind the school’s building. “What the fuck do you want with her? Huh? I saw the way you look at her, don’t you lie to me boy damnit!” he raises his voice at Cole.

Cole stumbles back and hits the wall as Arvin holds his collar, “I- I swear it’s nothing like that Arvin! I promise, I’m just helping her out that’s all! W- We’re just classmates, I’d never try to meddle. Please man!” he begins to weep covering his face as Arvin raises his fist.

“Arvin Eugene Russell!” the two boys hear a louder voice from behind them. There you stand with an infuriated expression. Your jaw clenched your face red and your hands on your hips.

Arvin mutters a handful of curses underneath his breath and lets go of Cole reluctantly. Cole plops down on the floor and hugs his knees to his chest as he watches the argument unravel between you and Arvin.

“Doll, this isn’t what it looks like. I was just lecturing him I swear—” Arvin holds his hands up in defense.

You completely ignore his attempts to redeem himself and brush past him, helping Cole up. “I am so sorry, are you okay?” you ask softly.

He wipes away his tears and nods in response. “Y- Yeah I’m okay, thank you. I should probably go now. I’ve caused enough problems,” he pulls away from your grasp and plays with his hands.

“No, you haven’t caused anything. I think he should go now,” you turn your head towards Arvin and send him a warning glare. He stares at you back in disbelief and clenches his jaw. You both stare at each other for a little longer, as if you were both challenging eachother to see who would back down. Arvin’s the first to crack. He scoffs and turns sharply on his heel, making his way back to his car.

“I- I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Cole bubbles sadly and wipes the sweat beads off his forehead. “I really am.” “Don’t be stupid, you’re fine. It’s my damn boyfriend’s problem, not ours. Come on, let’s go grab some ice cream,” you sigh and walk ahead, leaving him scrambling to catch up with you.

After the nice hangout with your newly made friend, he walked you home and apologized once more which almost made you slap the boy. Though it was calming to spend time with a friend other than your boyfriend, you still couldn’t believe Arvin’s recent behavior.

You know he can get overprotective, but jealousy is something you never expected. You take your mind off of him once again by doing some homework until your peace is interrupted by the sound of loud knocks on your front door. “I’m coming! Jesus,” you yell frustatingly as the pounding on your poor wood gets louder. You open the door to see Arvin with a guilty expression, a heap of flowers in one hand and a dozen of pop in the other. You raise an eyebrow at him and lean against your doorway.

Your silence pushes him to speak up. “Look, I’m. I- I’m,” he grumbles out and avoids your gaze, staring at the ground.

“I’m?” you decide to poke at him and cross your arms, enjoying the entertainment in front of you.

“I didn’t mean to,” he huffs and holds out the things he brought, looking back at you.

Your face now remains unamused. “Come again?”

“Christ, woman,” he rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry I almost beat the kid. I just hated the way his beady little shit eyes were staring at you. I coulda sworn the fucker was going to take you from me. I don’t want anyone to take you from me. I mean I know you’re not mine— No you’re mine, but not in a possessive way or something. I don’t know. I’m trying here, hell. I just, I’m just scared one day you’re gonna find someone better than some ditz like me,” he lets the bottled up feelings spill out his mouth like word vomit.

You look at him surprised and purse your lips, examining his face. He finally makes eye-contact with you and smiles weakly. You stifle a laugh and pull him into a bone-crushing hug that causes him to let out a soft gasp. He places down the flowers and pop, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. “Now you listen here fool, like I’ve said a million times. I’m yours, okay? I know I ain’t your object, and I’m glad you know that too. But nobody is gonna take me from you. Nobody, not even Paul Anka,” you tease quietly, earning a chuckle from him that makes you smile in content. “Wanna know why?”

He presses a warm kiss against your shoulder and sighs, “Why?”

“Cus I love your dumbass,” you murmur into his ear and rub his back comfortingly.

He tenses a bit and smiles happily, stuffing his face in your neck. “I love you too,” he mumbles incoherently into your skin.

You giggle and run a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Can you promise me not to do anythin’ like that again?”

“No,” he admits and begins to sway your body as he holds you.

You whine breathlessly and pull away to look at him. “Arvin! Why the hell not?”

He grins cheekily and shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I can’t help it.”

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ryozoro · 3 years ago

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Hades Playlist - i.

NOW PLAYING : I n t e r l u d e [J. Cole]

cw; name calling, blood, mentions of murder, major spoilers

“Fate is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”

Despite the red-light district thriving through the night, it looked just as beautiful during the early morning. Yn was roaming the streets on her pedal bike for the first time since winter break as she plotted different ways to surprise her big brother at his newly opened bike shop. She had already purchased his favorite breakfast meal from the little café she worked at, and all that she was left to do was see the said man. Getting out of thoughts and returning to reality, she stopped at the side of the traffic light to press the ‘crossing’ button and to text Draken to make sure he was at work before she made the trip.

“hey there pretty girl, ya wanna come ride something more interesting than the little kiddie bike yer on right now?” some bleach blonde junior high kid called out to her, smirking as he man spread and took up most of the space on the park bench. “I know ya hear me pretty girl,” he leaned and rested his elbows onto his knees, “maybe ya want me to come over and beg for yer attention, huh? Want me to come and make ya listen to me?”

She scoffed and waited for the light to signal for her to cross, but its as if the gods wanted to punish her and traffic kept flowing out of her favor. Getting restless, she pocketed her phone and tapped on her bar handles in hopes of the cars to all be generous and let her through; of course, this did not happen and the young fuck boy in training had began to approach her alongside his friend who were hyping him up and recording the event.

“You might be older than me,” he walked up behind her and kicked her bike tire before circling around and leaning against the basket in the front, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I hit girls.” Yn had to refrain from spitting in his face because Draken always said ‘never start anything with others first, let them choose their fate.’ In other words, big bro just didn’t want her to put herself at risk due to minor inconveniences that were presented towards her.

Just as the light switched from a hand to a walking figure, yn politely smiled at the boy in hopes of him getting the hint that she did not wish to engage with him anymore, but – of course – that was just asking too much of him. He turned back and looked at the sign noticing it was their turn to cross, and he surprisingly moved out the way. Yn smiled realizing that her brother did know it best when he said that the ‘dumb young boys will leave you alone after they realize you’re not going to give them the time of day,’ and she moved to pedal across the cross walk with a large smile.

However, big bro’s words are not the golden rule amongst men and the boys did not leave her alone; in fact, they decided to run at her hit the back tire with a bat and caused her to lose control and fall in the middle of the walkway. The drivers were kind enough to wait for her to get up and cross the street with scraped knees and a dirty pull over. She turned back to glare at the boys, but their backs were already facing her as they leisurely walked away laughing. This wasn’t going to ruin her day, after all, she still gets to surprise her brother with her presence and might even have the chance to see his hot amazing friends whom you grew up around. After realizing that the former gang members might all be hanging around her brother’s workplace, she got up with a huge smile and skipped the rest of her way on the crosswalk. Once to the other side, yn hopped back on her bike without checking her bloodied shins and made her way on the quickest route to the shop.

Glancing up at the familiar billboards that danced in sky and looking down at the alleys being populated with street cats and new gen delinquents, she realized she was only a block down from seeing the man who has always put her first and raised her to strive to her fullest potential. Smiling as closed her eyes for just a second - she swears it – to bask in the excitement and next thing she knew, she was on the ground covered in coffee. She could hear faint voices but those were cancelled out by her skin screaming at her to get up and quickly remove any rubble and dirt that had entered. Moving to get up, she took note of blood staining the concrete and became slightly alarmed.

“Oi, you dumb bitch, you should watch where you’re going,” a man’s voice echoed through her head, “you got a drip of blood on my Milano’s.” Trying to get up, yn went to wipe her eyes, but as soon as she lifted her hands, she felt them share the similar sting that her knees and chin felt. “You deaf or something? Ha, lucky for you I’ll take the food in your basket and whatever is in your wallet as an exchange. Pin code for your card must be included, love.” Hearing as she was about to get stripped dry of her hard-earned cash, she shot a glare up at the well-dressed man’s body just to be sent in a more state of terror when she noticed the tattoo that decorated his temple; it was the infamous Bonten symbol.

“I say we just take her to the back alley and make her pretty throat match the rest of her bloody body,” she turned and seen a pinkette with long hair and two scars that sat on each corner of his ?beautiful? mouth. to be completely honest, he would have been very much at the top of her most attractive list if he weren’t just plotting to slice her neck right in front of her; she wondered if he ever heard of the Element of Surprise. “She hasn’t even apologized yet and it’s been at least 45 seconds, that is pretty rude don’t you think, Mochi-kun?”

“It is very rude,” the built man with slicked back blonde hair spoke up, “do you want me to take her in the alleyway?” He squatted down to meet yn at eye level and she didn’t know if it was the fact he was able to stare into her soul with lifeless eyes or the extremely structured shoulders that could break her bones if he had tackled her, but she genuinely felt that she was going to die. “You seem like a worthless kill if I am being honest, and I don’t like claiming meaningless prizes. So, if you want to live,” ‘Mochi-kun’ reached over and gripped her bloodied chin, “or are you going to be good dog and run your pockets?”

She couldn’t believe it; for all her life, death threats have never been directly shot at her as Draken and the others have always been there. Of course, she emptied her pockets as quick as she could and began wiping the man’s Milano’s with her cloth lens wipe.

“Good girl,” the man with the temple tattoo said mockingly, “but I’m gonna need you to put your pretty mouth to work since you don’t know – or rather – you act like you don’t know how to speak.” She felt her eyes began to fill with tears as she looked up from the ground; they mistook it for fear, but yn was just angry she was powerless to them. “Don’t worry, I like older women, so I won’t need your mouth for that,” he laughed loudly in her face, “lick the blood off.” Her glare returned and tears began to spill over her cheeks. “Be a good bitch, and lick my –“

“What are you idiots doing?” a man with a long pink and purple mullet-like hairstyle came from behind her. “Are you guys bullying young kids again? Oh, wait, you’re not a kid.” He stared at you through his multi-colored bangs and tilted his head, “Why are you all bloody like a sewer rat walking through the back alley of feral cats?” he pushed the girl’s forehead back, straining her neck to hold eye contact with him, “you’re not some whore, are you?” He craned his neck back to the man who has been treating her like a dog, giving yn a full view of his Bonten symbol tattooed across the middle of his pretty throat. “Neh, Koko, you do realize that if you want a girl’s attention you can’t just rough her up in hopes that she takes you to bed.” He turns back to yn before sighing, “You’re cute,” for some reason she felt herself swelling with pride, “but you’re not my type,” – well there goes her ego.

“Oh what-fucking-ever,” ‘Koko’ mumbled as he gently pushed her away, “I didn’t want some inexperienced princess anyway, so don’t get your hopes up.” He quickly bent down and took all the cash from her wallet and began to slide out the card, but a baton quickly swatted at his hands.

“Your obsession with money is crazy, but you can’t take hers if you still owe me 45,000 yen.” Yn turned to see a man with pushed back purple and pink hair holding the offending stick. Unlike the other members, his tattoo was in the same place as the mullet man – maybe they took over the organization after her other big brotherly figure, Mikey, left. She drank in his appearance, and although he was thinner than the other members, something about him just screamed ‘stay away;’ but for the first time in her life, yn didn’t want to listen to such obvious red flags. “Oh no, you’re bloodied up like a rat –“

“I have already said that nii-chan,” the mullet head said, “what do you say? Wanna jut get rid of her like Sanzu-san suggested?” The now known younger brother asks. She began to tremble but not out of fear, no, out of a weird feeling at the pits of her stomach that came about as soon as the stranger stumbled onto the scene. “Oi,” the younger brother flicked your chin, reminding your body that it is supposed to be in a state of stinging pain, “staring is rude. What are you – a deer in headlights?”

“Now, now, Ridou,” the man continued to meet yn’s gaze as he motioned for her to take his hand, “where’s the fun in hurting a good little lamb? Especially one who shows that she knows to yield to her Sheppard.” Against her better judgement, yn took his hand and allowed him to help her up. “Look at you go,” he smirked and scanned over her body through hooded lids, “such a strong little girl you are standing on wobbly legs after the big bad wolves tried to tear you down.”

She should feel offended, mocked, and appalled, but she couldn’t – not with the voids he called eyes staring at her. “T-thanks,” she weakly mumbled as she began to gather her bag back together and prop her bike back up, “I know you guys said you needed the pin number, but I can’t give it to you.” She hung her head and balled her fists; she was waiting for someone to hit her but that never came. Looking up she sees the ‘older brother’ standing in front of the brooding ‘Koko’ and the other members just staring around the streets.

“That’s fine, little one,” the older brother said, “we don’t need your card. Koko here will be fine with just the cash. But I will need payment of the sort since I did calm the bully over here, don’t you think?” He smiled at yn, quickly scanning her student ID and then turning back to her face, “You’re 18, yeah?” she nodded, and he smiled lazily, “Good, give me something of yours that is valuable. I want to talk to you again and if I take it, you are going to want to take it back, correct?”

“I – um,” she began to go through the bag and seen that the only things she deemed valuable were her phone and the spare keys to her room in the brothel, “all I have is my k-keys and phone.” She huffed out in hopes that he took mercy and just let her go already; if she kept in his presence any longer, she feared that every piece of knowledge on common sense would fly out of her brain.

“Well, no one wants a pedal bike here and your phone and keys wouldn’t be of use to me,” he spoke in a rather degrading tone, “how about, you give me that pretty little necklace that you’re wearing… hmm, ... oh! Give me your number as well. After all, how are you going to know when I want you to take back your precious gems without being able to plan a proper date?” His smile was too secretive to be comforting, but this was probably the best way to saving her own life.

“Okay,” she replied quickly, “just please, don’t break the necklace…” her hands shook as she unclasped it and placed it into the man’s hands. “That’s a gift from my brother, so I promise you I’ll come and get it whenever you ask.” Yn put her hands on her bar handles before straddling the bike.

“Thank you,” he smiled and put away the baton before fishing out his phone, “put your number in it and call to make sure you’re not fucking with me, yeah?” He tilted his head and softly hummed at the soft sound of her phone vibrating in her bag. “Thank you, yn-chan.”

“No, thank you,” she lightly coughed and waited for him to look back up at her after saving all her contact information. Once he finally looked up, she flinched but proceeded to stare him dead in his lovely irises, “May I have your name… if ya don’t mind that it.”

“Haitani Ran,” the older man laughed and shifted his weight onto his hip, “and I expect you to text me whenever you get the chance.” He turned around and the other members began to follow. For what felt like an eternity, yn finally let out a small breath, well at least until he had turned back around. “Oh!” Haitani-san smiled at her, “Leave it under ‘Ran-senpai’ so your brother and friends don’t get spooked. Don’t want the fun to end before it has barely even started.” With that, he turned back around and waved half-assed before disappearing into the distance.

Yn decided to just to walk the rest of the block because riding the bike has been nothing but bad luck so far. Once at the shop, she sighed and made her way to the back where she knew would be unlocked because no one dared walk up into her big brother’s place of work. Parking her bike, she quickly takes her phone back out with 3 texts from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey little lamb, its yer senpai <3

Unknown: yer probs with yer bro so ill call you later, mm around midnight so stay up

Unknown: text me back soon or I mite accidentally break your pretty necklace and youll have to owe me a big favor for ignoring me :)

“what the actual fuck,” yn whispered as she quickly began typing away. She didn’t know if she be upset with his back-to-back messages treating her like she was his property, or mad at herself for feeling this little need inside of her that wants to please him. Yes, all of the gang members were extremely hot and DANGEROUS, but something about ‘Ran Senpai’ gave her the cold chills; what made it worse was the urge that she possessed to go against all her morals for him.

Yn: hi! Im sorry,, I was just trying to get to my brother’s shop

Yn: wait,, do you know draken-nii?

She tilted her head and rocked lightly from side to side, waiting for a reply instead of going in and surprising her brother like she initially had planned to do. While she waited, she changed his name to ‘Tani Senpai <3’ with a small smile as she imagined Draken freaking out over the fact that a boy has caught her interest. Of course, she wasn’t romantically interested in the man, but his face isn’t one that she would mind seeing from time to time – at a safe distance that is.

Tani Senpai <3: mhm, some good and bad history

Yn: oh?

Tani Senpai <3: you do know curiosity killed the cat, right little lamb?

Yn: you flirt a lot

Yn: how old are you ?

Tani Senpai <3: 28 years young bb

Yn: youre ten whole years older than me?? You look so,, young.

Tani Senpai <3: I have aged, but trust me, I am rather youthful in different aspects.

Yn: do you by chance,, like memes?

Tani Senpai <3: ofc, especially hornee ones.

Yn: haha.. well I gotta go,

Tani Senpai <3: mhm go ahead baby, remember. Midnight <3

Yn: aye aye captain.

She felt another vibration as she placed her phone in her backpack, but she was finally able to see and surprise her brother and that is exactly what she planned to do. Quietly pulling the door open, she noted that the music blaring and Draken’s back was to her as he was fixing up what looked like Pah-chin’s old CBX 400F. It was a cute sight if she was being completely honest; her brother rebuilding his old friendships. She seen the other boys’ bikes lined up too: Draken’s Zephyr, Mitsuya’s little Impulse, Kazu-kun’s Rocket, Mikey’s CB250T, and even the late Baji’s Goki.

“Pah-san still has the old thing,” she decided to speak up instead of tackling her brother, “are you guys gonna give it to some younger kids?” right as she finished her sentence, draken whipped his head back and went to cradle yn to his chest. Suddenly, all of the stinging on her skin had vanished and she was giggling while circling her arms around her brother’s waist. “How are you ya wannabe greaser?”

“I’m doing fine you idiot, how are -,” draken lifted his head to get a good look at her, but all his excitement drained as he was met with a sight of dried blood and scraped skin. “Who the fuck did this to you? I’ll kill them right fucking now, what the hell happened yn?”

“DRAKEN,” he stopped and stared at you expecting an answer, “I tired riding my bike down the big hill by the park and this happened, okay? I’m okay.” She stared at him with a soft expression and relaxed once she noticed he slumped in his posture, “I know you said to stop riding down the hill because it’ll bite me in the ass one day, so I guess today was the day.” Yn laughed and draken tried to fight the small smile that was threatening to fall on his lips.

“Go sit on the counter and watch the store for a bit, I’m gonna get the first aid kit in the back and I guess I’ll patch ya up.” With that, he disappeared into the office hall and left yn to be lost in thought. She had never lied to Draken this heavy before. It might not seem like a big deal to others, but she just told her brother she fell down a hill instead of saying that some /Bonten/ men were just threatening her life 20 minutes ago and they treated her like a dog; well, she didn’t feel that bad anymore, considering that he would have gone and wasted his life against men that played dirty. “Get out of your head, I’m back.” Draken teased her before getting an alcohol wipe and wiping the dried blood, “don’t squirm too much, loser. iss’ gonna sting a bit tho, so try to not hit me.”

It went a lot more smooth than she had expected, yeah, the cleansing wipe and ointment burned, but now she was bandaged and able to not worry about even more blood staining her clothes til they go to the brothel.

“Here,” he handed her a spare shirt and some sweats, “I don’t like seeing you all beat up, makes me want to fight the side walk. You know where the bathroom is.” Draken slightly punched her shoulder before heading back to seat near the bike, “once you’re done, we can go meet the boys for breakfast. I bet yer hungry.”

“Yer the best, ya know that,” yn smiled before taking her bag and clothes to the bathroom. “It won’t be long,” she turned before entering the hall, “make sure the cute one is there!”

“Stop trying to fuck my friends,” Draken called out in an irritated tone as she walked away laughing. It was an ongoing joke yn had played on her brother, where she would pretend to have some crush on his friends and it’d just make him twenty times more protective around them; he never knew if she was serious or not so he had to be cautious.

Once in the bathroom, yn quickly changed into the clothes her brother had lent her and stared at herself in the mirror. She laughed when she realized she kind of looked like one of the main characters from her favorite psychological thrillers. Yn took out her phone and decided to message Mana, mitsuya’s younger sister and yn’s best friend from home, with a picture of her bandaged state and the caption, ‘take out my ankles next time, daddy <3.’ It honestly surprised her to get a reply that fast as Mana was always one to sleep until noon. She didn’t know what scared her more, the fact she sent it the wrong person, or the fact the person knew exactly what she was talking about.

Tani Senpai <3: you look hot like that

Tani Senpai <3: like being called daddy, but in this context arent I supposed to call you mommy or something LMAO

Tani Senpai <3: I can break your ankles with my baton

Tani Senpai <3: make you my little housewife and call you ‘Bum.’

Tani Senpai <3: don’t worry, I won’t turn into ashes ;) <3

“Yn,” Draken called out, “you okay in there?”

“Don’t worry about it nii-Chan,” she giggled in hopes of masking her terror, “just bumped into a wound. I’ll be out soon.”

“Okay,” draken slipped a pad and a tampon under the door, “don’t know if you might want these -,”

“LEAVE YOU IDIOT,” yn genuinely laughed and heard draken’s heavy chuckles through the door, “thank you though, I’ll be out soon.”

“I’ll be outside on the bike, bubs.”

After hearing draken’s foot steps vanish, she quickly began typing.

Yn: that wasn’t meant for you -

Tani Senpai <3: shame, I love killing stalking

Yn: wait,, really? 👀

Tani Senpai <3: mhm,, we’ll talk about it later tonite ‘bum ;)

Yn: .. deal :)

Despite every shitty thing that has happened to her since she got back, it felt as if they were supposed to meet; fate as one would call it. She was offering herself to one of the most dangerous men who rule the underworld, and she didn’t even find herself to minding.

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rosiehunterwolf · 3 years ago

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CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS FREN 💖💖 you deserve it and so much more

If you're feeling up to it (DONT FEEL OBLIGATED DO U HEAR ME MY DEAR) movie verse Jay my beloved

asfljdlkj tysm Amour! I'm so glad to have you as part of my tumblr family, ur one of my best friends on here 💕✨

i really needed to write something movie!verse because I LOVE movie!verse and haven't written anything yet, so I was excited for this one

(@fabro-de-omres you've said in the past that you would love to read it if I wrote something movie!verse, so here's ✨content✨)

I'll chase you to the moon and back

Summary: When you’re in a secret ninja force and are your city’s primary protectors, pulling your weight is important.

Jay tries to be an asset to his team, but it’s difficult when he’s viewed as the scaredy-cat who cracks lame jokes. He loves his friends with all his heart, but sometimes it’s hard to know if they return those feelings.

Jay wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t.

Sometimes, Jay felt like he was a burden to the team.

He tried not to, he really did- he knew the others liked him and cared about him. But standing next to strong Cole, smart Zane, brave Kai, determined Nya, or warm-hearted Lloyd, it was difficult not to feel… inadequate.

It didn’t help that Cole hadn’t answered any of his recent texts.

It could be anything, Jay told himself as he stared down at the unread messages, resisting the urge to send another text. He could have an appointment he forgot to tell me about, or maybe he’s just not looking at his phone right now, or he simply doesn’t share my urgency to answer a text message so quickly. Cole had always been much more laid back about that, raising an eyebrow as Jay always scrambled to answer the text from his mom, or whoever had sent it this time.

But Cole was also Jay’s best friend. He knew he got anxious when someone left him unread for too long. Because of that, he had always been good about answering Jay’s texts quickly, even as the others still groaned about the earth ninja taking ages to respond to them.

For him to go an hour without responding was… concerning, to say the least.

Jay pushed the thoughts aside. He was probably just overthinking this, like he always was. Cole would get back to him soon. It wasn’t like he was ignoring him, or anything.

Maybe the others are up to something. He opened the group chat, but although there were usually a hundred notifications at any given time- he had learned that the hard way the first day he had joined, turning on his phone after school to a whopping 785 texts- it was empty now. The last text was from Lloyd, asking Kai to meet him at his locker before lunch.

Jay felt his heart rate spike. The lack of an argument between Kai and Nya in the last five minutes alone was worrying- because heaven forbid they actually talk things out in person, even if they literally lived one bedroom down from each other- and his mind quickly spiraled into possibilities. Had someone kidnapped them? Had their parents grounded them? Or maybe they had committed a crime and gotten thrown into jail. He wouldn’t put it past Kai and Nya to pull something dumb- Cole and Zane would go along with it, and Lloyd would never speak up enough to voice his disproval-

No, don’t be ridiculous, they wouldn’t commit a crime.

Well… Kai might. But the others would stop him.

What if they made a separate group chat without me?

No. His friends would never do that. They’d be more likely to commit that crime.

But the thought wouldn’t leave Jay’s brain, and before he knew it, he was sending a text in the group chat.

jaybird123: What r u guys up to? Wanna hang?

He immediately regretted it. What if he came off as too clingy? Too overbearing? They probably just wanted some time to themselves.

That didn’t sound quite right to Jay, but he stuffed his phone in his pocket, forcing the thought out of his mind.

He decided to go to the park- watching the people there always gave him good ideas for inventions. He was too late to catch a bus down there, but it wasn’t too far to walk.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced down.

thegreendragon: sorry jay, got plans 2nite. maybe tmrrw?

Jay tried to stop the pang of disappointment. Lloyd wouldn’t lie to him. The others probably were just busy. It was no big deal. Tomorrow, things would be back to normal.

A couple of blocks away, he caught the sounds of annoyed shouts, the kind that usually hinted towards the presence of-

He stopped, blinking, as a boy darted past the onlookers and into the shop.

Huh. Lloyd?

Starting towards the store his friend had vanished into, Jay peered through the window, looking for Lloyd-

Jay froze. Lloyd was standing with the others, animatedly babbling something to them as they watched him happily.

Jay shrunk back. They really had met up without him, and had lied about it, too. He wasn’t being paranoid- his friends just didn’t want him around.

For a moment, the shock left Jay floundering. He had no other friends. The other ninja were his entire livelihood. What was he meant to do now?

He quickly wiped at the tears pooling in his eyes. I’ll go home. My mom will know what to do.

He had the worst feeling that this was something that even his mom couldn’t fix, though.

About halfway home, a buzz in his pocket interrupted him from his stupor. Pulling out his phone, he saw there was a new message in the group chat.

rock’n’cole: hey jay, something just came up, can u meet us at the warehouse asap?

Jay just stared at his phone for a minute, debating whether to actually show up or not. After all, the others had ditched him, why shouldn’t he do the same? And he still felt hurt- he wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk to them yet. He really should just go home.

jaybird123: sure, i’ll be there in 20

Jay had never been good at holding grudges.

Thirty minutes later (he had ended up stalling a little bit just for the spite of it) he pushed through the doors of the warehouse. It was pitch black inside, and as he fumbled around for the lights, he couldn’t help but notice that no one else was there. It was stupid of me to come. They just abandoned me. Again.

Suddenly, the lights burst on, and the others were jumping out from behind the furniture, cheering and hugging him. Jay stumbled backward, taken aback. “What’s going on?”

Kai looked at him like he was crazy, gesturing widely at all the balloons and streamers that Jay could see now that the lights were on. “It’s a party, dumbass, what else do you think?”

“What for? It’s not my birthday!”

Nya scoffed, as if he had just told her that men lived on the moon. “Of course not, this is for your Ninja-versary!”

“My… what?”

“The anniversary of the day you first became a ninja, stupid!”

“Oh.” He blinked around at all the decor. “All this? Just for something as simple as that?”

Kai wasn’t the only one looking at him like he had sprouted a second head, now.

“Are you kidding?” Cole said. “We’re not going to skimp on celebrating the day one of our favorite people came into our lives.”

Jay blinked at him. “I…” I’m so sorry for ever doubting you. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

“Now, what are we waiting around for?” Cole threw an arm around Jay’s shoulders. “Let’s go get some cake!”

As the ninja hurried over to the table, squabbling over who would get which slice, Jay squashed between the middle of his big, loud, bickering family, he couldn’t have felt more at home.

#:D #movie characters are so fun y'all #i'll definitely have to write something that explores all of them more not just jay #but i'll save that for something longer so i can do it properly #and coming up with their chat usernames was the highlight of this piece XD #i have more for the others as well and this is going to remain canon within all my movie fics #ninjago #asks #amourshipper393 #fic request #event #100 followers event #ficlet #my fic #rosie writes #movie!verse #tlnm #jay walker #requests open

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undercoverangell · 3 years ago

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moments for the pok lives au bc i love them your honor. fh s1 spoilers!!

pok after being attacked by goldenhoard is mildly blind in one eye, just for a few months until the antibiotics fully kick in. cue this moment

pok: yknow despite being blind in this eye for the next few months there is one thing i can see

sklonda, genuinely curious: oh? whats that?

pok: your beauty :)

sklonda, wiping away tears from her eyes: that **sniff** that was a fucking **quiet cough sob** lame pick up line and it was dumb and you're dumb **sob** for saying it

even after he is healed he just

"you know, some things are still a little fuzzy in this eye, but yet your beauty remains consistent"

"LITERALLY SHUT UP I CANNOT CRY AT THIS RESTAURANT TODAY"

he is at home for literal months while recovering before he can go back to work so she comes home to dinner almost everyday for like a solid 6 months while he's healing. wakes up to a full breakfast too. on her days off she just gets a bunch of downtime with him while riz is at school, most of which is spent sitting in the backyard of their new house and just talking. she can also take more time off bc he got a promotion so she can work like. normal shifts.

they nap together a lot. pok has nothing else to do bc they arent putting him on cases for 3 months bc he cannot read out of one eye. when sklonda isnt working on cases she is also incredibly tired. they just pass out together. sometimes riz joins them. there are periods from like 3 pm to 5 pm where its just silent in the house as they all nap.

riz has a big attic room to make up for his shameful room back when they were in the apartments. one wall is pure corkboard for him to conspiracy board. theres like a little coffee machine in there, a bunch of drawers bc theres so much room. a little secret area where he goes to chill out. theres bean bags where he and his friends hang out and most of the time the bad kids find that the gukgak estate is the place to be. pok cooks incredibly well bc he grew up making dinner for himself while his dad was working so dinner is usually amazing, theyre incredible parents who are like "yeah eat in ur room idk just dont wear shoes in the house and dont get dirt everywhere." once pok trusts them enough to know his true profession suddenly theres just like 6 new secret rooms in the house they didnt know about and it becomes the bad kids hangout spot. they have like passwords and everything.

pok, standing at the door of one of the secret rooms: ok mijos dinner is ready come down and serve yourself some!

fig: WHATS THE PASSWORD

pok:... i dont want to come in im just letting u know dinner is ready

kristen, poking her head out: WHAT IS THE PASSWORD MR BALL??

pok: jesus christ the password is lunchlad.

fig: ok cool whats for dinner?

pok is mr ball, sklonda is mrs ball. (padre and madre ball are good as well). sometimes they do all sit down and have dinner together and pok does wonder if they do know his name

"so mr ball..."

"my name is pok gukgak. you know that right?"

".....okay so mr ball as i was saying"

"i think id prefer just being called mr pok."

pok and adaine are fairly close. not like jawbone levels but pok has anxiety and ptsd and his dad kinda sucked too so he can relate to adaine a lot. also, what jawbone doesnt get academically and arcane wise, pok understands bc he works w magic users and researches magic for his job, and adaine probably LOVES hearing about his take on magic as someone who cant cast but works with it almost everyday (messaging spells on missions to keep instructions secret, clairvoyance as cameras, wards on everything including his house). he never needs her to like dull stuff down for him and if he does its more like "i dont fully grasp what your saying and youre using terms i am unfamiliar with, id like to learn about those terms and become familiar with them" adaine comes over when she needs advice w arcane stuff and like magic and he is just a rogue but he will try and help where he can, and give recommendations of who to see when he cant.

pok is the one who drives riz to prom. when sklonda shows up and he tells her that "hey lol the guy who tried to eat me is inside" she just. "OH MY GOD WHY DO YOU.... STOP THAT, NO. NO NO. NO MORE TROUBLE." When Kalvaxis attempts to eat sklonda he just goes "dude you couldn't eat me what on earth makes you think you have a CHANCE of eating my wife??"

#fantasy high spoilers #pok gukgak #sklonda gukgak #fantasy high #gukgak #d20 fantasy high #bad kids #d20 #pok lives au #adaine abernant #riz gukgak

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Yoo! *hands you subway sandwich* I absolutely loved the soulmate AU with Micheal making choices for each other. And I was wondering (if you can/want) what would it be like for Billy Lenz.

hii *fucking devours subway sandwich* thank u so much i love u <3 i would love to write for him! sorry if hes ooc :<

sorry it took so long too, i thought it said lOOMIS AND I LOOK BACK AND IT SAYS LENZ LMFAAAOOOOOOOO then i procrastinated xd its super awkward and weird, im sorry!! i tried- i was on major fucking writers block!!

bro u made me eat a bug dont talk to me

soulmate au.. makin choices fo eachother..

billy lenz x reader

also, just imagine like. a party right before christmas and they dont call the police to help them rather do it themselves, but then 1 girl calls and they're on their way at the end.. ya dig? ALSO I KNOW ITS HIS HOME BUT I DIDNT HAVE AN IDEA SO xd

"Hello?" You answer the phone politely, looking over your notes before closing the book as you wait in silence for a reply on the other line. "Hellooo?" You drag out the 'o' in hello.

"Y/n? Hey, hows'it going. Listen i have this party goin' on and I know you don't have jack-shit to do, so, why don't you come on over?"

Barb! Ah, that bitch.. should i? You thought over the pros and cons as Barb waited impatiently on the other line.

soulmate chooses: go to party.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Streets?" You ask, opening your notebook back up, flipping to a blank page as Barb told you the address. You hang up on the girl and rip the piece of paper off, holding it between your teeth as you lift yourself from your cushioned chair, grabbing your coat that hung on the back and quickly stuffed the address in the pocket of your coat.

eat bug or do not eat bug.

You furrow your eyebrows at the choices. Before choosing 'do not eat the bug'. What the fuck?

Of course you would choose not to eat the fucking bug. You weren't a dick. But your fucking soulmate was. You were totally gonna beat their fucking ass for choosing such choices.

You sigh, grabbing your coat on the way out. Your necessities jingling in your pockets of said coat. You shove your hand in, dragging out your keys, turning around to lock your door. Sighing once more, as you enter your car and start the ignition. You pull out the address. "Can't be too hard, can it?" You mutter, finally pulling out of your driveway.

"Hello!" You wiggle your fingers as a small wave at the unrecognizable woman who opened the door. "Hello." Sge greeted back softly. "Are you a friend of Barbs'?"

"You betcha!"

"Well, I'm Jess! It's a pleasure to meet you.. come on in!" Jess opened the door wider. You see a few other girls chatting lively. A glass or a beer bottle in their hands. You follow Jess.

"Y/n! You made it! Good job." Barb greeted you, immediately handing you a beer you watched her pop open. You grab it, took a gulp, and thanked her.

You spot an ant crawling on the counter by you. Jess and Barb began to argue softly. Background noise.. You debate on whether to wipe it up and eat it. You shake your heads of the thoughts to rid of the possibility of your soulmate choosing-

eat the ant.

You growl under your breath, crushing the ant under your index finger and wiping it off on your tongue. You swallow it with your spit.

Im totally beating my soulmates fucking ass.. you thought angrily, chugging the rest of your piss-tasting beer. Chug, chug, chug! You cheer yourself on.

soulmate chooses: chug.

You chuckle before downing the rest of your cheap beer. Barb hands you another wordlessly. A smirk planted on her lips as she watches you down another.

"You should really slow down, Y/n."

"Eeh come on, Jess." Barb rolled her eyes, tossing an empty bottle into the trashcan. "Her soulmate probably made her chug." Barb defends poorly.

"I suppose.. how about you chug some water?"

"Yeah.. that'd be best. I'm already feeling a fucking buzz!" You laugh, being the lightweight you were.

Soon. You had awoke in a extremely comfortable bed with a small headache.

"It's so quiet.." You mutter to yourself. Dragging your hand over your face before quickly pulling away, realising you already had acne that was beginning to sprout. You stare at the ceiling, glancing at the window. Still night-time. You turn your head to the nightstand. The lamp was on. A small glass of water.

"Awh." You smile at the thought of one of the girls leaving a cup of water for you, quietly closing the door behind them. You immediately sit up and chug the water, tossing in the two pills that lied on a small napkin right next to it. You swallow, lathering the pills up in your spit.

You stretch your arms over your head, before falling back onto the plush mattress layered in bedding. You sigh, before finally deciding that it was time to get up and see what was going on downstairs. If you were even upstairs.. you cant tell. Maybe you were downstairs? You continued your train of thought as you closed the door behind you politely. Not bothering to take the glass with you.

You continue down the stairs, hand sliding down the railing as you slowly step down each step, before noticing the sticky, yet not sticky liquid your hand laid in. "The fuck? Strawberry syrup, L-O-L." You lift it up to your lips, licking. Clearly not thinking as the taste registered.

"Pennies. Blood? Oops." You wipe your fingers off on your shirt, quickly continuing down the stairs. "Baaarrrb?!" You call out, awkwardly. "Oh. Who's the shit-face drunk lying on the floor." You step closer towards the dining area. "Barb? You fucking drunk." You snicker.

soulmate chooses: kick her.

You do so. Not like you had any choice yourself. Kicking her lightly in the stomach, you step away. "What the fuck?!" You shriek, slapping the hand that was placed in your shoulder. You turn around to face a rugged man in a dark sweater and black pants. no shoes? Yet socks on his feet.. "Who are you?!"

The person before you didn't answer before lifting up a single hand thay held a.. glass unicorn? The tip of the horn was covered in a red substance. You could only assume strawberry syrup once more.

"Murderer!" You shriek, grabbing the lamp next to you and chucked it at the offending man who barely dodged it. He screamed back in response before lunging at you; successfully tackling you to the carpet rug.

"I can't believe you, are my soulmate.. well no, i can." You place your index finger on your chin in a thoughtful manner as you stare at the ceiling. "Are you?"

"billy made you eat an ant." he snickers horridly in your ear.

As, Billy, with the biggest cock known to man, squabbled and licked the shell of your ear, muttering about pigs and boobs and pussies, you nod to yourself.

"I can just hand you over to the police, no problem." You hug yourself. "But could I, really? My soulmate. Who has killed people.. Barb. God, you fucking cunt!" You screech, rolling away from him, just to jump back on the wide-eyed motherfucker, wrapping your hands around his neck and your cunt being right over his crotch. Haha.

He gasped for air, short, uneven nails scratch at your hands.

Tables were turned, and you were back on the floor with Billy over you, screaming out profanities.

"I'm sorry, Billy." You apologize falsely. Tears streaming down to your ears, since, you were on the floor.. gravity? "You killed my friend, man. I didn't even know her that long!"

Billy leans over and licks the tears away. You flinch away, before he pulls you into his lap awkwardly, his head dipped down into the crevice of your neck and sniffed loudly before giggling to himself.

"Billy's pretty little pig. Billy's. Pretty pig. Pretty cunt. Pretty, pretty, pretty." He mutters, an odd sense of nostalgia washed over you, catching an odd scent that activated said nostalgia.

"Move bitch. Let me get fucking comfortable." You snap, pulling out of his hold and turning your body around to face him. Crotch to crotch as you wrap your legs above his own.. does this make sense? You wrap your legs around his and he crosses his legs, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you fiddle with his hair.

"Man, you are such a fucking dick. Making me do all those fucking things while i chose nice things for you.." You lay your head on his shoulder. Very much stinky, yes.

"We should dip though. Didn't one of the girls call the police while yo' dumb-fucking-ass was suffocating one?" You pull away, getting a good look at his face.

You wouldn't say he was.. handsome.. but you certainly wouldn't say he was ugly. His skin was.. a sickly pale yellow. His.. fuckimg huge brown eyes stared at you. His cracked lips were curled into a unnerving smile.

soulmate chooses: leave.

"Yeah. Let's go." You stand, offering him a hand.

Billy's blood coated calloused hand makes contact with your own. You gag, covering your lips with your free-hand. "Fucking disgusting." You mutter in disgust, enduring it for the sake of your new partner.

You shove Billy in the back of your car, slamming the door shut and sprinting to the other side, just to slip right before you put your hand on the door.

You swing it open angrily, sitting down and starting the ignition, ignoring Billy's giggles and mutters as he peers out the window like a little kid looking at snow for the first time.

break the window or tap obnoxiously.

You roll your eyes, the hint of a smile plastered onto your lips.

tap obnoxiously.

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasherslikebeetroot #billy lenz x y/n #billy lenz x you #billy the moaner x reader #billy the moaner #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz #black christmas 1974

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