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izombie-ao3 · 3 months

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❝ You recount the days where DogDay displayed dog-like behavior. ❞ (x)

Art in title card created and owned by @dogddays

Word count: 8,260

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, All characters are written as ADULTS, Dog-like behaviors, ghosts and spectral beings, romantic fluff, platonic fluff, chapters can be read as being either romantic or platonic, angst, minor angst

Chapters: 26/26

Status: Completed

Chapter 1: Head Tilts

Sitting comfortably at the living room coffee table, you helped Poppy with her makeup. You were particularly proud of yourself as you had finally found porcelain safe paint, and with it you decided that she could use a new touch up.

She sat comfortably before you, her eyes were shut as you painted some eyeliner on her. You were thankful that the paint you had bought was quick to dry, as you both knew that neither of you wanted to sit here for hours to watch it dry.

“How's that look, Poppy?” You asked, extending a hand mirror to her.

You watched as she examined your work, she had a slight cat eye liner on either eyelid, which, whenever her eyes opened helped to accentuate those baby blues of hers.

“It looks beautiful~!” She gasped, a sound of pure delight leaving her lips.

You smiled, happy to hear that she was satisfied with your work.

“Alright, how about…-” you paused, examine the remaining paint vials. “-we do your nails?” You offered.

“Ooh! I've never had my nails painted before, sure!”

You nod, “What color do you want them to be? We have-...”

Poppy listened as your voice trailed off, listing the remaining colors that were left: black, blue, red, orange, pink, maroon and purple.

You watched as she frowned before turning to you, “Do I have to choose just one?”

You cocked a brow back, “Who said it had to be just ONE?”

Poppy giggled, “I'd like Red, Black and blue. Please!”

“Coming right up!”

As you worked on Poppy’s small nails, you two heard the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching.

You couldn't spare a glance up as you worked so you spoke up; “Kissy?”

“No, it's just me, Angel.” Replied DogDay

You nodded, “Ah! Welcome back, how was laying outside in the sun like?”

“Warm~” He cooed, a lazy grin decorated his lips.

You nodded, “I'm glad…” and felt your voice trail off slightly as you focused on painting Poppy's nails just how she liked it.

DogDay approached the two of you, his head was tilted to the side curiously, “What're you two doing?”

“Painting my nails~” gleamed Poppy.

DogDay quietly watched on, his eyes watching as your skillful fingers decorated her impossibly small nails.

“That… looks like fun.”

“It is!” Exclaimed Poppy, “You should try it!”

“Unfortunately he can't, Poppy”

“Why not?”

You pause your work and motion to his hands, “He doesn't have nails”

DogDay looks down at his hands and takes notice of that fact, his brain brings back faint memory of his companions- The Smiling Critters- and how, out of all of them, there were only two with claws and that was Bobby Bearhug and CatNap.

“That's fine-” Poppy's voice pries DogDay from his thoughts, forcing him to look back at the two of you.

“-we can just get him a shiny new collar! Something with his name and a new brighter sun on it.” She suggests.

DogDay watches as Poppy analyzes her now dry nails, she seems quite satisfied.

You turn to DogDay, with an eyebrow raised in question.

“That depends on you, pup.” You tell him, “I won't buy you one if you won't wear it.”

You watch as he takes a moment to think it over, his head leaning to the side just as before.

“I think…” he paused briefly, “I think I'd like that.”

“You sure?”

He nods, “It would be a great way to celebrate my new life.” He offers and you nod, smiling softly.

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Chapter 2: Showing teeth

“{Grrrr…}”

He growled, the noise was low and quite intimidating, especially given the size of the creature of which said noise emitted from.

But you knew him better than anyone else, this was nothing more than just a show.

He's all bark and no bite, especially not for you.

“Don't you DARE growl at ME, mister!!” You exclaimed, “You fucking stink!! You need to be cleaned!”

You watched as Kissy Missy approached him with an apprehensive step forward. On one hand she had a comically large sponge and in the other a bucket of soapy water.

DogDay took yet another step back and reared himself up to appear bigger despite being on all fours.

“{Grrrr!!!}”

The growl that came out from his throat was much deeper now, and the two of you watched as he bared his teeth at you both.

Kissy took a step back and growled in return as if to tell him to ‘back off!’.

You couldn't help but facepalm and sigh frustratedly into your hand.

“DogDay- Oskar- PLEASE-!!” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “-just let us clean you and get this over with and I promise you'll get treats.”

You watch as he momentarily lets down his guard, his tail twitching slightly as it wags for a moment before returning back to normal.

“Movie night.” You hear him declare.

“What?” You ask, confused, “What did y-?”

“Movie night-” he parrots, “-and I get to choose.”

You sigh, nodding, “Okay…”

“And-” he starts again, but you watch as he hesitates for a moment, pausing for a moment.

“And?” You egg him on.

“Aaand…” he paused briefly, “...treats?”

You nod, “Yes, you'll get whatever treat you want; belly rubs, snacks, cuddles- you name it. BUT FIRST-” you motion to your own sponge and bucket of soapy water, “-you HAVE to get cleaned. You are NOT tracking anymore mud throughout the house!!”

Behind DogDay lays the chaotic wake of giant mud stains on the hardwood cabin floor. Poppy is not far behind, standing atop a nearby stool looking at the large cabin with a disapproving shake of the head.

“This place is a whole mess, now!” She whined

“Yes, and Kissy and I are going to have to clean it up!!”

You watched as Kissy nodded alongside you, the sounds of a disapproving growl leaving her.

You watched as DogDay finally approached you two, hopping into the bathtub with his tail tucked between his legs.

“Make it quick?” He asked

“Oh no, sir, we're taking our sweet ass time getting you cleaned.” You added.

DogDay watched with a frown as Kissy Missy seemingly ‘giggled’, a playful hand placed over her lips in response to your comment.

And with that DogDay couldn't help but let out a frustrated huff as he felt the still warm soapy water splash down onto him, turning him sopping wet as you two worked diligently at getting him cleaned…

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Chapter 3: Biting

You watched from your place on the grass as Kissy Missy held the large heavy rope of twine in her hands steady as the large canid at her feet bit down on it hard.

You could hear him growl as Kissy Missy tried to shake the rope loose from his grasp.

In doing so, she would on occasion, raise the rope over his head and hold it there as DogDay held on, his front paws lifted up in the air as he sat on his hind legs, clinging on.

You heard Poppy snort beside you, “He really is just like a dog, isn't he?” You roll your eyes and glance over to her.

“What?!” She giggled

“Seriously?” You chuckle, motioning to him, “It's in his name, Poppy”

You watched as she burst out in a small fit of laughter and you could help but shake your head, as an amused smile formed on your lips.

Turning back to the scene from before, you now watched as Kissy Missy dragged DogDay around by the end of the rope as the other lazily clung on by the teeth.

It would seem that at some point, DogDay had lost all strength to hold on as he soon let go and was left on the grass panting, his tail wagging at a million miles per hour as he stared at Kissy Missy.

You watched your large pink furred friend clap her hands in glee as she approached the large canid and rubbed his face and belly. Practically praising him for holding on for so long.

“I didn’t know you liked tug of war, sweetheart.” You commented, watching as DogDay turned to face you.

“It’s fun!!” He panted out, clearly tired out from all the energy he had spent.

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Chapter 4:

And learn she did, though it was difficult at first for her to understand the keys, she soon began to get a hang of it and once she’d gotten a firm grasp on how to play the child sized wooden piano, she would grace your ears with songs all too familiar from your childhood.

“🎼♩♪ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭…”

It would seem that this time it was “London Bridge is Falling Down” to shine in the spotlight.

You sat comfortably some ways away from Poppy on the couch reading a book with DogDay’s head resting on your lap, currently he was knocked out, resting after a long day.

Kissy Missy sat across from you on the floor, currently solving one of your one hundred puzzle piece puzzles, she had gotten about halfway with it.

The more that Poppy played, the more you felt DogDay stir beneath you, thinking it was a nightmare you pet him, massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers. Silently hoping that the gesture was enough to calm him.

When out of the blue, a low sound that steadily rose in pitch emitted from DogDay.

“{OoOoOooOooOooOooo!}”

A howl! It was a howl! He was howling!

Surprised by the sudden revelation, you checked to see if he was sleeping but was greeted by a lazy smile.

You chuckled as you kissed the top of his head and listened as he continued on with his howling.

“Are you singing along to Poppy’s playing?”

The thumping of his tail wag made your answer clear.

Poppy on the other hand didn’t seem to mind as you watched her play with more vigor, her graceful porcelain hands glided across the miniature piano with the same expertise as someone who’d been playing for their whole life.

You watched as Kissy Missy momentarily stopped what she was doing to sit back and listen on, her head softly bobbing to the tune.

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Chapter 5: Flicking Ears

So, while Poppy and Kissy Missy had a ‘girls night in’ in their respective shared bedroom with snacks and movies, you spent your evening with DogDay in the living room. The plan has been to watch whatever show or movie the other hadn’t seen when suddenly the power had cut off.

You sat in the dark staring at your cellphone’s screen, unbeknownst to him, you were typing away at one of your forgotten fictional works. Surely you could get something done until the light came back on?

DogDay on the other hand was sat by your feet, eyes glued onto the window outside as he watched the rain pour down heavily. The sounds of distant thunder tearing the sky asunder as flashes of light would occasionally appear.

When suddenly, DogDay’s headshot up, surprised by the act you watched him carefully.

His ears twitched on either side of his head, flicking to and fro, it looked like he was trying to listen for something.

“Whatcha hearing, pup?” You called out

“Shhh…” he silenced, you watched as his expression changed to one of pure concentration.

Intrigued, you put down your cell phone and continued to watch him follow the inaudible sound that only he could hear. Ears twitching as his head tilted, he was trying to locate its source.

When suddenly, it looks like he nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to face you.

You stare at him with a bewildered look.

“Wh-?”

“Him!” Was all he offered, DogDay climbed on top of you, his eyes laser focused on what was behind you.

You turned to see what it could be and saw nothing more than your fireplace mantle and the two large urns that held your parents' ashen remains, as well as their pictures on either side.

“Dad?” You asked, turning back to DogDay, “Was it dad?”

You watch him nod, “He was saying something… I couldn’t catch just what it was but I saw him when I turned around.”

“Is he there now?” You ask, curious.

DogDay seems to hesitate for a moment, his eyes flicking to something before meeting yours once more.

He nods.

You sigh and turn around, “Dad, leave him be, he’s being good!” You muse, reprimanding the empty air.

When you turn back around to face DogDay you give him a pet on the head, “My dad was always the joker of the family- as my mom used to say- he was probably just messing with you.” You inform him, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t misbehave.” You jest, glaring back at the urn before laughing at the whole situation.

You watch as DogDay nods, nuzzling into your touch before glancing back up at the mantle, he catches a brief glimpse of the same man from the picture giving him a wink before waving goodbye, the figure dematerializing into thin air.

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bagopucks · 1 year

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J. Hughes - Late Night Drives

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Jack Hughes x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): none? Jack getting a little ‘worked up.’

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“Cole get your ass out of my face!” I peeked into the back seat, met with the sight of Cole’s legs and Trevor trying to push him aside. When Quinn suggested we do a side-by-side ride, I assumed it would be a peaceful drive on back roads. The boys’ excited reactions seemed to portray something completely different. Jack was in the drivers seat, turning the vehicle on while Quinn, Trevor, and Luke scrunched themselves up in the back, and Cole found a place to stand beside Trevor. The side-by-side had an open roof, and he was the only one short enough not to fly out if he stood. Despite the fact that it was unsafe, nobody stopped him.

The boys at the lake house.. they were completely different. Still sweet and lovable, but god they were handfuls.

The sun was setting, so Jack flipped the headlights on simply for safety.

“Ready, babe?” Stupidly, I nodded, un-expecting of my fate. I heard the familiar ding of a Bluetooth connector. Jack reached upwards to press something, then blaring rock music overtook the atmosphere. My whole body tensed.

Jack was a good driver. A responsible driver. Apparently not at the lake house. What happens at the lake house stays at the lake house. Dangerous or not. He ripped out of that driveway faster than a snake could strike, throwing up the gravel from the end of the drive as he pulled out onto the road. I heard Cole let out a shout, his excitement bringing a smile to my lips despite the tension.

Jack flew through potholes, ignored speed limit signs, barely touched the break on turns- I finally understood why they called him Rowdy. I also understood why Quinn’s natural older sibling instinct took a sideline when it came to who drove the side-by-side. Because Jack, as reckless as he was, did it best.

My anxiety calmed through the excited shouts from the boys in the back seat, and the big smile on Jack’s face. He stretched his arm out to me, and I slipped across the seat to lean into his side. He draped his arm over my shoulders while the other gripped the wheel tightly.

Everything was loud. The music, the engine, the wind. It made the environment all the more thrilling. Especially the way Jack’s eyes would leave the road for a split second to peek at me.

Things went well until he hit a particularly deep hole. The whole vehicle jolted, and I spotted Cole immediately finding a seat in Trevor’s lap. My own hand had come to grip Jack’s thigh, but he merely barked out a laugh at the nerves, as did Quinn and Luke.

“You can’t sit there!” Trevor shouted over the roar of the engine.

“What?” Cole shouted right back. Jack and I both laughed.

“Never mind!” Trevor leaned back, brow raising in mock frustration when Cole maneuvered himself to sit sideways, draping his legs over the laps of Quinn and Luke. Luke Laughed, but Quinn -sitting in the middle of the back- rested his arms on top of Cole’s legs, probably to provide some type of security. If not to Cole, then at least to himself.

The familiar piano tune roared over the speakers, a song that became popular in the previous summer. Soon I had five boys singing, “Great Balls Of Fire” in my ear, and I couldn’t help but sing with them. I glanced in the rear view to see Cole leaned back so far, his head was hanging upside down outside of the side-by-side. Despite that, I could still hear his raspy laughter, mixed in with Trevor’s asthmatic giggles. Jack flew around a turn, and my body leaned away from his. It was only a matter of time before he pulled me back into his side. Luke leaned forward, peeking his head into the front seat on the side opposite of Jack, and I closed my eyes in preparation for his shouting.

“Jacky!” Luke called.

“What’s up?”

“Let’s stop at the pond!”

“The what?”

“The pond!” Apparently, Luke waited too long to mention said destination, because the next thing I knew, Jack was breaking hard and making a sharp turn off the road and onto a trail. Everybody started yelling. None particularly worried, simply having a good time. My hand gripped Jack’s thigh impossibly hard.

“You’re turning me on!” Jack complained as he tried swatting my hand away.

“What?”

“You’re turning me on!” Jack repeated, loud enough that our company could hear.

“Dude that’s nasty!” Luke reached past me to gently push his brother’s head, before leaning back in his seat.

“Fuckin’ gross!” Cole shouted in agreement with the youngest Hughes, lifting his head back into the vehicle only long enough to voice his distaste for the conversation Jack and I were trying to have. But when he leaned it back out, he was startled by the branch that almost smacked him in the face, so he decided to keep his head inside the side by side.

Jack hadn’t slowed the whole drive through the woods. Not until we made it to this pond. He stopped the side-by-side and let the boys out, the four of them running off toward the water. I saw a shoe fly, another follow, some kicked off in the grass. A few shirts were removed, but the shorts remained on. Jack smiled at me, grateful for the moment of privacy as he shut the side-by-side off.

“Good drive?”

“There were a few moments I thought I was gonna die.” I responded casually, earning a laugh from him. Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips to my own. I raised my hand to cup his cheek.

“Love ya,” I whispered against his lips before he pulled away.

“I love you too.” Jack opened his door and climbed out, offering his hand to me. I quickly took it and slipped out his side, letting the door swing shut behind myself. I could hear the faint laughter of the boys in the water, splashing each other and shouting random trash talk. I turned just in time to see Quinn take his younger brother down in the water. Jack and I laughed while we slipped our shoes and socks off. His shirt followed, mine did not.

“Come on, Rowdy!” Trevor called, and Jack quickly slipped from my side to run down the bank and into the water. The air wasn’t particularly cold. It was a warm evening. I didn’t mind joining them in the pond, but I certainly didn’t want to get near as wet as the five boys were. I cautiously approached the pond and dipped my feet into the water. A bit chilly, but refreshing. Jack’s giggly laughter was contagious, and I found myself laughing quietly at him as he stomped through the water to get to Quinn. The two brothers got into quite the wrestling match before they both went tumbling into the water. I hugged myself as I stood there, shaking my head in disbelief. Jack was the first to emerge. We made eye contact, and he started in my direction before a hand got ahold of his ankle and pulled him back into the water. Quinn and Luke turned toward me, mischievous smiles on their lips as soon as they started running. I gasped. They were after me.

“Run!” Jack shouted when he came back out of the water, his hair a hot mess in his face, and I heard him gag. No doubt on the taste of pond water.

It was too late, by the time I got one foot out of the water, Luke had me in his grasp. I broke into a fit of laughter as he tossed me over his shoulder and lugged me deeper into the pond.

“Cole! Help me!” I demanded, but Cole and Trevor were too busy laughing at me. The second Luke deemed it deep enough, he dropped me. I gasped for air before I hit the water, mentally cursing Quinn and the sound of his triumphant laughter mixed with Luke’s.

My back came into gentle contact with the bottom of the pond, and I was quick to surface, rising to my feet and drawing in a breath full of hair. I coughed a few times before two gentle hands parted the curtains of hair in front of my face. Jack.

“You good baby?” I smiled and laughed softly. His hair always looked curlier when it was wet. Like a poodle.

“I’m great, Jacky. Thanks.” I dipped my hand into the water and splashed him. Jack laughed and pulled his hands away from me to shield himself. Quinn and Luke were busy going after Cole and Trevor while Jack and I threw water at each other.

When the excitement died down, and the adrenalin finally stopped rushing, we found ourselves all laid out on the bank. Cole was on his side, Trevor beside him on his stomach. Luke was on his back next to Quinn. Jack and I were sitting up on the bank, cuddled up together to try and stay warm.

“To think, you were gonna skip out on a side-by-side ride.” Jack softly teased.

“I know, Rowdy. I would have missed out on about five near death experiences, and the swim of a lifetime.”

“You didn’t almost die.” Jack disagreed, shaking his head.

“Cole almost did when that branch almost whacked him in the face.” My soft joke caused quiet giggles to fall from our lips.

“Can’t believe I gotta get back in that thing with you.” I mumbled.

“The drives back are always more peaceful. I let Quinn drive.. since he drives like a mother.” I smirked and glanced toward Quinn, who flipped Jack the bird.

Jack hadn’t been wrong. I sat in the back with him, along with Trevor and Cole once again. Jack sat in the middle, and I on one side with Trevor on the other. Cole went back to using everybody as a mattress.

Luke sat upfront with Quinn, who turned the stereo down and practically off to listen for oncoming traffic in the darkness of the night. Quinn truly did drive like a mother. Slow and controlled enough to lull Jack to sleep before I followed soon after, amused in my dazed stupor by the way Luke’s head hung forward in the front seat. He must have passed out before anybody else. I was thankful the engine of the side-by-side was louder than the collective snores of the group, but nestled into Jack’s side, it all sounded like faint background noise nonetheless. I was comfortable and secure in his arms.

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meaningofaeons · 1 year

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Hi, how are you?? I hope that you're doing good. May I request how the HSR boys (Mainly Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo and Caelus, if you want to add more it's ok) would react to their s/o doing something embarrassing?? I remember one time where I was out with my friends and out of nowhere I tripped and fell to the floor, my bubble tea just exploded under my chest and everyone was looking 💀 my friends split into two groups, the ones actually worried and the other ones who were just laughing, one even fell into some bushes because they couldn't stand properly 🧍‍♂️I hope it makes sense, rather than seeing it as something bad, maybe make it funny(?

sorry for my bad english🗿🥑💖

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⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 938 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, reader is kind of a klutz, all just cute stuff lmfao

hi anon! don't apologize, your english is very good! I actually only do 3 characters per req so I just went with these 3, hope that's okay! feel free to send in another req for dan heng if you'd like!! (I don't write for caelus im srry </3) thank you for the req and I hope you're doing well too! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆

⊹ Gepard Landau

You can't tell me that Gepard isn't the kind to completely freak out if something like that happened to you

He's quite protective, so even if you're unharmed, something embarrassing happening for you like tripping is cause for concern for the boy!!!

"Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?! Here, let me help you..."

It's a little awkward sometimes only because if you try to laugh it off, Gepard is totally adamant that you have nothing to feel awkward or embarrassed about

"This kind of thing happens to everyone. Please don't apologize!"

On the other hand, if it's something not involving potential bodily harm, I still don't think he'd laugh at you

At least, not too much

Gepard is the kind to be 100% sure you're okay before he even thinks of laughing at the situation

But in scenarios where you trip or possibly get hurt, he forgets the whole "laugh" part.

Still, if you were to do something like wave at someone who you thought was waving at you on accident (and they were actually waving at someone behind you) he'd... probably let a small chuckle slip.

It's even more embarrassing than bombastic laughter, arguably, because he's trying to hide it but it's so evident that he's amused

Would treat you to your favorite snack afterwards though as an apology!

He definitely gets worried that you're actually mad when he lets a small giggle slip, but you never are

"Y/N? Come on, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry!"

Let him trail after you a bit longer, it's cute to see him acting like an obedient puppy

⊹ Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is the dignified General of the Cloud Knights. As such, he knows how to keep his composure.

Most of the time.

Truth be told, as much as the man is dedicated to his job and public appearance, he doesn't really feel like a cold, distant General. Even in public, but especially not in close quarters.

He's amicable, he smiles, he greets his people

But the first time anyone outside of the Seat of Divine Foresight had ever seen Jing Yuan laugh out loud was because of you.

When you stumbled into a pond in the gardens of the Central Starskiff Haven, your lovely boyfriend had barked one single, obvious cackle.

He was quick to politely put a hand over his mouth, but as your head popped up from the water, you had scowled.

There was an obvious smirk on his lips as he helped you out.

It had caught the attention of the (few, but still present) people nearby, so the two of you were quick to make your exit, your face burning red

Now, no matter how much he says it, Jing Yuan doesn't really feel sorry after...

Unless you really lay it on with the dramatics on how much it "upset" you.

Get this man to dote on you, because he totally will

Spoiling you rotten afterwards in exchange for genuine, pure laughter? Sign the General up!

He'll start off with gifts and treats, but if you keep up the façade, he'll eventually just start putting his hands all over you and hanging off your shoulder with overexaggerated theatrics.

"I do wish my dear Y/N would forgive this old man already... I didn't mean a thing by it..."

Don't leave him hanging too long, though—he will get too clingy trying to "earn your forgiveness" and no work will get done that day.

⊹ Sampo Koski

Let's not kid ourselves, Sampo's bursting out laughing the second you topple over

I dare say this guy is even whipping out his phone to take pictures of your blunder like the little shit he is.

Don't worry, though—those photos will never reach the eyes of others. They're for him to giggle at when he's taking a break from his work, or sit in bed and coo over how cute you were pouting at him for his tearful chuckles.

Sampo is sort of the opposite of Gepard in this scenario

If you trip or do something that could've led to unlikely harm, he's still laughing his ass off at you first

Only if you're actually hurt will he calm down and help you out, but it's always superficial wounds so he's still wiping the tears from his own eyes when he bandages your wounds

Oh, he's so smarmy when you get upset though.

"Aww, is my sweetheart mad? I'm sowwy!"

Baby voice to the max, clasping his hands together like a repentant maiden, it's hard to discern which is more embarrassing—your accident or his behavior after.

He's teasing you about it for weeks after.

Again, the pictures he takes of the incidents (if he deems them funny enough) are for his eyes only, but the story is not for his ears only

Everyone in Boulder Town hears about the incident before the week ends. I feel bad for you, poor reader...

Especially right after, if you get "upset" with him, he'll be pinching your cheeks and cooing over you

He turns up the "act like a little old lady crooning over a cute youngster" act to the maximum too, which can be annoying, but it can also turn your embarrassment into amusement and laughter

Honestly, most of the time when he's treating you like that after a blunder, it's because he wants you to see the humor in it too

Doesn't want you to be hard on yourself for doing something kinda embarrassing—happens to the best of us!

Still, make him treat you afterwards. He'll do it eventually, you just have to get through the annoying antics first.

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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azu1as · 16 days

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HI TINN ITS ME PITTY 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

i was wondering if youre still open for prompts… and if u are can you write about pbss somehow tranported to current mount hua, and everyone is confused af and just watches pbss and divine dragon interact (and maybe argue) with each other

PITTY HELLO ♥✨♥✨♥ yes i'm always open to prompts !!! im literally rotating rotmhs in my head 24/7

this first half was actually born from another prompt by mei on discord but I want to build on it, so dumping it here 👍 HAHAHA

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The Plum Blossom Sword Saint lets out a ragged breath, his vision rapidly fading. His sword falls from his hand and soon after his body follows.

"...Mount Hua..." he mumbles, aware that the only thing left that awaited him was the cold claim of death.

He dies. And in the next second, he blinks up to a clear sky, the dead bodies that surrounded him gone.

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Dawn had barely broken when an incessant banging against Mount Hua's gates and shouting started and broke the tranquil silence, rousing several disciples.

"OPEN UP!" Someone barks out from the other side. "Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Open this gate right now!!"

Un Am frowns at the lack of manners and respect being shown by the source of the shouting. He reaches the gate and pulls it open. It takes Un Am a bit of effort to ensure that his voice sounded cordial, "Hello, we aren't accepting any visitors this ear—"

Un Am cuts himself off as he takes note of the state of the man in front of him. The man's robes and face were crusted with dried blood despite a lack of any visible injury. That is, if one ignore his lack of an arm.

It still didn't explain the amount of blood he had on his body that was free from any wounds and visible scars.

The man's eyes were bloodshot and trembling. Un Am, even from afar, could tell that there was something deeply wrong with this man. He seemed unconscious of the way he emanated a manic aura; there was a charged sort of energy surrounded him that made an instinctive part of Un Am grip his sword handle in response.

The most notable and unexplainable part of the man, however, was the blood-stained plum blossom embroidered on his chest.

"Who...?" Un Am finds himself unable to react to the man's speed and freezes in place as the man grabs him by the lapels of his robe. He pulls Un Am towards himself and grits out,

"What. Happened. To. My Sect."

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Baek Cheon was quickly ushered into the Sect Leader's residence the moment he returned with a few others from their last excursion to Xi'an.

"What's going on?" He asks.

Elder Un Geom, for a lack of a better word, looked harried. His face twists into a grimace. "It's a bit complicated..."

Baek Cheon doesn't know how he should feel about that response.

Surely, it couldn't be too terrible. After all, their sect was still standing and they did leave Chung Myung behind to stay on Mount Hua as he and the other chosen second-class disciples only had to deliver some goods and tokens to their subsect. Their youngest wouldn't let anything dangerous happen on his watch.

Baek Cheon tries to probe more information. "Before you pulled me away, Baek Sang mentioned something about a guest...?"

"We aren't quite sure of the specifics either, I'm afraid. But the man claims to be one of our ancestors from over a hundred years ago."

"An ancestor? Was he able to verify the claims?"

Un Geom nods. "I've never seen someone weild our plum blossom technique with as much power as he did."

If that was the case, then maybe their supposed ancestor could help them develop and improve their sword techniques even further by teaching them more about the skills that have been lost through time.

"Isn't that a good thing then?"

"It should be, but Chung Myung..."

Ah. Hearing those last three trailing words did not promise anything good.

When they finally opened the door to the Sect Leader's residence, they were greeted to the sight of a soulless Hyun Jong slumped against the wall, a freaked-out Yoon Jong who seemed to be torn between jumping into the fray and throwing himself out the window, and—

"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BEAT UP OUR ANCESTOR, YOU BRAT?!"

Their ancestor and Chung Myung pause in their positions as they both turned eerily similar pink gazes towards the two new entrants.

Chung Myung had the end of their ancestor's ponytail pulled towards him and scrunched up in his fists. His knee pressed against the older man's chest and neck while his jaw was unhinged as he was clearly attempting to bite the man's single arm.

Their ancestor in turn had his one hand closed around half of Chung Myung's face, trying to push him away. His legs were wrapped around Chung Myung's lower half in an inescapable hold and he seemed to have been gearing up for a headbutt before Baek Cheon and Un Geom interrupted them.

"You want me to call this brat my ancestor?!" Chung Myung shouts out as he renewed his attempts to bite the man by roughly grabbing onto the base of his ponytail.

"I'm one hundred years older than you!" Their ancestor grits out as he unashamedly bites Chung Myung's arm. "You disrespectful descendant! Back in my time—"

"'Back in my time', my ass!"

"You...!"

Off to the side, their current sect leader lets out a pitiful moan of mental pain. Baek Cheon would comfort him if he didn't feel the same amount of psychic damage as he watches his youngest sajil and ancestor continue their childish scuffle, rolling on the floor and uncaringly biting into each other like they were both five-year olds.

Later on, after tempers have cooled and everyone (read: Chung Myung and their ancestor) had managed to settle down into a tenuous truce, Hyun Jong turns a tired, but respectful nod towards the bruised man, "May we know this ancestor's identity?"

"Hm?" Said man absently rubs against the embroidered plum blossom on his new uniform. "Ah, I supposed you would know me as the Plum Blossom Sword Saint."

They would have expressed their shock and surpise, but they get easily distracted by Chung Myung's mocking scoff as he rolls his eyes in response.

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scarletevening · 7 months

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𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 [ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔 | 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹 + 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 |

cw: suggestive, foul language, power play, fear play, establish relationship, gn!reader

notes: primal play is when partners revert to 'primal' instincts to act upon sexual urges, in this case, outdoors.

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 filled your blood as your feet carried you through the forest.

your breath filled your lungs, heart pumping loudly in your ears as your struggled through the jumbled mess of the forest floor. you didn't hear it, couldn't would probably be more accurate, but too close than your instincts would ever allow, a man stalked behind you.

price grinned as he chased after you, empty rifle hanging on his shoulder, heavy boots stomping down the hill. he knew you were no match for him, graced in a lacy lingerie he tied you up in, too skimpy to protect your supple skin from the outreaching branches of old trees. his heart thumped in shared exhilaration as his ran faster than he did before, no longer caring for giving you the mercy of running, a minuscule, illusion of a chance at escaping.

you hear it, heavy, loud, wood breaking and snapping beneath the shoes encroaching upon you. shadows bloomed round you, the setting sun no longer letting your amateur eyes figure out where to go, but the experienced hawk behind you didn't struggle.

wide hands enter your peripheral, your eyes widening as those hands turned to burly arms constricting around you like a snake. you screamed- rather tried to, you sounds silenced by thick fingers burying themselves within your mouth, meddling with your tongue. his broad body handled you to the nearest surface, a large tree, the silk of your 'clothing' doing nothing to protect you from the rough surface of the bark.

"well, well, looks like i caught myself a night little rabbit, hm?"

his voice was gruff, smoke filling your nostrils as he took another drag from his fresh cigar. his lips dragged down your bare nape, tongue tracing quickly behind as his hands hurriedly stripped you down.

price couldn't help how he enjoyed the way you were scratched up, shot up with testosterone and adrenaline, seeing you like this, weak and pathetic, completely at his mercy, made him growl in an animalistic way he never knew he had inside of him.

excitement pumped through your body as price grinded his clothed cock against your bare ass, eyes lingering in arousal at each scratch and cut on your body, groaning with the deep vibrato of primitive lust,

"can't let my catch go to waste, can i?"

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daddy. also this reminded me of that one episode of criminal minds. less murderous though.

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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¤ You adopted one furry, and one furry is enough, because eversince your history with furry wasn't nice, you still decided why not? Not all furries are the same. Even your friends whined you to have one, since you couldn't pull a boyfriend for youe last 24 years. And so you did adopt one furry, a golden retriever hybrid. Things might not have start out well, but at least it's going to be good in the end, right? ... Right? ¤

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"You are going to be fine, Jake" Jay's head twist on its own before staring at his phone, opposite caller being Jake who wears a suit. For it being Jake anxious is normal, and also asking Jay for fashion advice is also normal, but Jay couldn't understand what's there to be anxious. The fact that hybrids are well loved is nothing to be anxious about, so even if Jake falls into a mistake, the audience will still cooed by his actions.

"I don't know Jay, should I just bail out and tell yn noona that I'm not feeling well?" Jake whimpers and Jay's orbs went into a single line.

"Don't you dare said that after I made an effort for your current outfit."

"Fine fine," Jake barks. Arranging his attire, Jake looks back at Jay and tilts his head. "What should I do after I get there?"

"Listen to whatever yn noona tells you to do. It is her work party afterall, and you are just the one being invited." Jay twists his head once again. Before Jake responds to the reply, a knock sounded and the door opens, revealing Hyejin smiling brightly towards Jake.

"Looking handsome there, Jake. Unfortunately, yn is done so if you're done too you can head downstairs. All of us are waiting." With that, she closes the door and leave Jake alone back with Jay, this time Jay shooing off Jake.

The formal party is held in a ballroom, and so being escorted by waitresses and waiters isn't rare in a formal party, but it made Jake awe at the quality of the venue. Getting in even makes him feel low of his outfit.

The chandelier is place highly up on top at the center of the ceiling, covered in black and the design is definitely not easy to make. Long tables with white cloths are places in criss-cross style, followed by tables placed parallel and further away from the entrance. There is a second floor as so to look down at the stage, and the barriers are curved and being designed in a Roman Empire style. In the middle of the criss-cross tables and the nearest parallel table stood a beautiful glowing flower bouquet, poke in thousands of flowers of pink and white to create a big bouquet including the yellow light that shines. The whole lighting itself is in a mixture of pink and purple, white light shines around the room with its design. And lastly, the table decorations are red roses and golden mat, are placed neatly and satisfying. People who have arrived early are slowly filling up the space, all dressed up as if the outfits are screaming formal. It is just the start of the party.

Jake looks around the ballroom, you latch yourself to Jake, trying to make him move as he looks around.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Hyejin asks right beside you and you gaze over to Jake, since him smiling, yet you shrug, fearing that he might not get used to such a big crowd, yet might the biggest crowd you and him might be seeing today.

Yes, it is a formal party for all around the world CEOs to attend. As much as you would like to reject to offer because you are not one for this sort of event, the invitation letter sent to your letterbox screamed at you that you not attending one of the biggest formal party is a disgrace to your company, and the name might be dismissed away. You couldn't do that, and so for the sake of your company's name, you have to come.

"I don't know Hye. He is just a hybrid, he doesn't work at my company, so there is nothing for him to get used for." You unintentionally caress his arm, worrisome for Jake creeps you. You take a deep breath, and Jake got alerted by your thumb caressing on his sleeve. He watches you get anxious, and he wants to calm you down. But in this sort of event, he's not sure of what and what not to do, and so he have his other free hand placed on top of your latched hand, giving her something like a support.

The formal party is boring Jake to say the least, bunch of work talks and MC be talking work related subjects, while doing that the audience claps for whatever reason, Jake almost did any silly thing that came into his mind. He went fidget, but calmed himself down. He wanted to search for help from you, but you seemed too engrossed to the speech, and so he decided to stay sane for a little while until the speech ended. It was when finally, the speech ended, and it is time to get a break.

"Do you want to get some food?" You asks, yet you get a motion response before seeing Jake pulls you hand out to the outdoor of the building. You questioned his action, but then got reminded that he is a golden retriever hybrid, in which he has to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling inside him. You immediately felt guilty and pet his head, giving him a comfort feeling that he earns. "You are doing a good job, Jake. A good boy."

He smiles tiredly, yet grew fond of you petting him. "I sure am, yn noona."

A few while later, you drag him to sit down on a stone bench, and the two of you gaze up in the sky, watching dark blue colour colours the sky which faint stars hung up.

"I... am afraid of dogs." You confessed. "They bit me, and like it just seems that I don't have a close quick relationship with dogs. That's why I was skeptical when I got announced that I was going to have you. It's weird enough that I am okay with any pets but just dogs, but I am willing to face my fear starting from you. You know... because you're a hybrid."

"It's okay noona, I don't mind that you start with me." Jake whimpers and you giggles at his reply, though do not understand.

"Well, as you can tell, none of us have a hybrid before so you have to tell us, straightforwardly, our mistakes. I might be hard-headed a few times so, you can... I don't know, bark or growl at me if you're feeling angry and mad at me, or if you're feel like giving up and all."

"Of course! Anything for you noona!" Jake barks, and his head comes in contact with your shoulder as he snuggles a little, before leaning his head on top of your shoulder, enjoying the sky in silence.

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cl00udyyanan · 1 year

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hello love!! could i possibly request a xiao fic? just imagine it snows for the first time in liyue for the winter season and you call on xiao to help you build a snow man (a very important task that obviously needs his help building). and he’s there trying to not enjoy it but suddenly he’s getting a snowball thrown at his head and oh no i guess he has to fight back hehe.

hope you’re having a lovely day/night <3

thank you so much for requesting this, i actually really loved making this and i tried my hardest with it! (i hope you appreciate my xiao puns i was very proud of myself for it)

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synopsis: xiao teaches you how to build a snow man and you decide to challenge the adeptus to a snowball fight

warnings: none

characters: xiao x reader

notes:im so feeling myself abt the snow xiao pun pls praise me for it,, i loved writing this. writing tips are always appreciated!

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little snow flakes dance in the air, swaying down to cover the ground in blankets of white. the wind was livid, biting the skin with a frigid feeling. liyue harbor's winter season never sought too much snow these past few years, but you knew today was a special day when you had woke m that morning to thick snow that was blanketing the ground outside. you snatched your warmest garmets and ran outside. you had waited for this moment for so long, finally you could build a snowman!

in an open field, empty with only the winter to accompany you, with a handful of snow you dragged your hand through it. alas all you got were cold fingers and not the perfect ball you had imagined. you try to roll a ball again, but it was all futile. you weren't even outside for long and your fun was already ruined. with a huff, you turned your heel and trugded a slow path back to wangshu inn.

when you turned, a gust of strong wind rushed in your face, you raised your arms trying to block it. only rubbing in the fact you were out alone with only the wind as your company, even it was mocking you for not being able to make a snowman. the gusts energy was strong, like it was trying to get your attention. it was then that you bursted into a smile, eyes wide open with an idea. "Xiao!"

whoosh! the air became unruly, violently enveloping you in dark green it was almost suffocating. your eyes peered up and there with a tall jade spear clenched in his hand, green mask fastened on his face was xiao. his eyes quickened to find any hint of danger, ready to purge anyone who was causing you harm. all he found was you huddle over in a laughing fit. "…whats so funny?" he barked. his weapon now gone, he crossed his arms, eyebrows twitching violently. "you shouldn't call my name unless you're in danger, i don't have time for your games. you have no respect for the adepti!" he contiuned to scold you, either out of anger or embarrassment was unbeknowsts to you, but the way his pale cheeks turn baby pink said the latter. after getting him to calm a bit you directed him to your plop of pitiful snow, smiling sweetly to him you said, "i wanted you to help me build a snow man."

he snatched his head away, shaking it lightly. "do i look like i build 's-now-men'." he drew out the word snowmen with his chin still held high. "you dare call my name to ask me to play in snow, what do you take me for?"

"…i've never built one before and i don't know how," you whined, "pretty please xiao?" you're gloved hands were clasped together, eyes gleaming up at him, a little pout on your lips while you chanted little pleases over again. in all his immortal years, he'd faught demons, ungodly creatures and beasts that would tear a man to shreds in one swing, he was once a general at war, lusting for nothing else but blood. yet here he was, bested by the most vile, dangerous creature of all. your stupid puppy eyes.

"fine!" he stomped through the thick snow past you kicking your snow plop to a pulp, he leant down and collected a handful of snow from the lost pile. you watched in slight awe as he took the snowball and rolled it across the snow, rolling it in different directions as it got bigger. xiao worked the snow like he was its master, knowing the inner secrets of a perfect snowman, by the time he stopped, the snowman's bottom was the perfect size. you were never able to get it any bigger than your palm.

he coached you on the second half, battle gloves gently guiding you mitts to make another smaller ball, once the right size he plopped it ontop of the other for you. lastly the head, xiao watched a few times you trying to make the snow roll in the right direction until he finally stepped in and helped. soon you had three perfect tiers of an amazing snowman. it was a nice start, but it needed a face, xiao had asked if you had anything to decroate him, but you hadn't prepared under the impression you wouldn't even make it this far into the snow building business.

"he needs a nose and eyes..i don't have a carrot." xiao shrugged. you giggled a bit, "what about your mask? he wont need all of that if he's covering his face" you wer joking of course, but xiao summoned his anemo energy and placed the green adeptal mask on it. it was no longer a snowman, it was a snowxiao.

"awwh! it looks like you" you turned to the adeptus expecting him to snarl at your comment, or blurt something about not resepcting adepti, but his eyes were soft, lips curving into a smile admiring his new self, snowxiao. he even laughed. "…does kinda look like me." was xiao having fun? after all that complaining he was doing? you were going to get back at him while he was distracted. sneaking down you grabbed two handfuls of snow with a toothy grin. you reeled your arm back and plumeted two snow attacks straight into xiao. he yelped honey eyes glaring daggers at you with a 'what the hell' look. adter getting over his inital shock, he snatched some snow and tossed it back at you squaring you right on the cheek.

maybe a snowball fight with an immortal war general was a dumb thing to do. you were so positive you'd be catching a cold after this, but when he beamed at you so genuinly, maybe getting plummeted with some snow was worth it.

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miniimapp · 1 year

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Every Hero Needs a Sidekick - Robaire

Gen ;; Action + Romance (Enemies to Lovers??) - Story

Warnings ;; Violence + Mention of Weapons (Guns)

Proofread + Edited ;; Absolutely not mate, have you seen any of my writing before ??

Word Count ;; Guess bitch lmao

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 13 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! Post 2 of the day lmao

I'm thinking this might be a new hero based au :DD

Enjoy !! <3

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You've learned two very important things since your being hired by the hero corporation: patience is a virtue and being a sidekick fucking sucks. Here, crouched behind a bunch of crates crowded near the entrance of the warehouse you could potentially die in tonight, is where you decided to analyse the choices that lead you to this moment.

As one of the corporation sidekicks you don't really have a set hero that you work with, you've worked with many though you do have the ones that crop up more often than most. One being the leader of world-famous hero group 4*TOWN.. Ro.

Look, you're not saying you deserve world fame, or even want it, but it's funny that you're the one running around, kicking ass while he barks commands at you and does next to nothing. Okay, well, he does actually do a fair bit, but still! At the very least you're doing the same amount of work and yet he gets fame and admirers and a shit ton of money and you get nothing? Not even a thank you half of the time? No one even remembers your name yet they can remember these guys entire autobiography because?

All you're saying is if the corporation has enough money to give 4*TOWN their own penthouse office then they have enough to give you a liveable wage.

Speaking of money, you hope they have a slightly heftier paycheck waiting for you when you get back after this mission. It's probably the most dangerous one you've been on yet and you've been lobbed in with Ro so the least they can do is pay you properly for your time.

It's a pipe dream, of course, but it keeps you going.

"Focus, mon amour. If we fail this mission you know what will happen.."

A scowl forces its way onto your face before you're even able to register it and you begin to grumble under your breath, "Yeah, I'll get all the blame and you'll still get praised no matter what.."

You sigh and force yourself to concentrate on the mission, saving your frustration for later.

Suddenly, words start flowing out of your ear-piece and into your ear giving you both a multitude of instructions, "Make sure keep out of sight you two, this is a stealth mission above all else. If you're seen you'll have to take down everyone in there and that's a death certificate waiting to happen. Be careful and we'll see you back at headquarters soon." You hear a click in your ear signalling that the line has closed.. so much for a fucking guide..

"Hear that, be extra careful because this is a stealth mission. Wouldn't want you messing things up after all."

In an attempt to centre yourself once again, you pinch the bridge of your nose and take a couple of deep breaths. God, why were you paired with this motherfucker..

"Being a sidekick has never been more annoying than right now.."

Ro hummed, "What was that?"

You quickly shook your head, "Nothing. Let's go, shall we?"

Ro smirks at you, "I thought you'd never ask."

Huffing out a sigh, you stand up from your crouched position and make your way towards the warehouse. With a short hum you reach for your utility belt, patting around for your grappling hook. See, while you had teleportation as you gift you weren't fond of using unless necessary, too much jumping caused nosebleeds and 12 hours naps. Not ideal.

Annoyingly enough, Ro doesn't seem to share your less than ideal side effects, being able to change his voice to mimic anyone or anything without so much as a sore throat afterward. If you were being honest, you have to admit that his perfect, amazingly strong powers do indeed piss you off, but you're not honest, not about this. Insecurities are dangerous on the field, an unreliable variable that can easily be turned against you just as much as it can encourage you.

You aim and shoot your grappling hook with practiced ease, soon feeling the sudden weightlessness of being pulled into the air. You note Ro following suit, just a second behind you, and continue forward, pulling yourself up onto the warehouse roof and looking around for an opening.

You practically tiptoe over to the warehouse's skylights, contemplating how much force you'd have to put into prying it open. Not much apparently, seeing as Ro brushes past you and slams as much force as he could into the skylight frame with a hammer he got from god knows where with all the stealth of a bull in a china shop.

Let it be known that you'd asked to take this as a solo mission before anyone gets too caught up in blaming you.. god, pay is going to be grim this week..

Obviously the people milling about inside the warehouse notice your.. entrance and, evidently, they're not happy about. At least, this is what you gather after being pushed through the hole Ro created in the ceiling and then immediately cowering away from the shit show that starts up.

Apparently, no one thought to warn that going out on a mission with Ro would leave you in the middle of open fire. Seriously, did no one think about this beforehand? Because a warning would've been nice, just saying..

No time to lament over the thoughts of your agency, unless you want them to be your last it seems. After a bullet skims the side of your face you throw yourself behind a unit packed with boxes upon boxes of what looks to be a gold dust of sorts. Not your problem either way, all you need to do is detain any villains, report to your bosses and then watch a "real hero" get all the praise. No, you're not bitter, shut up, you're just a little tired of being cast aside is all.

You press on your ear com and word vomit to whoever on the other end of the line, "Listen, I think we need emergency backup because we've got all hell breaking loose over here."

"Afraid we can't assist you at the moment, our hands are full until further notice. Keep us updated and stay safe." The line clicks closed once again and you're left reeling.

What in the ever-loving fuck could they possibly be doing that they can't spare one person?

"Mon amour, I need some help over here. I'm surrounded."

You let out a silent groan and teleport yourself back up to the hole in the roof so you can look over the whole warehouse. Clutching at your chest in in attempt attempt steady yourself, your eyes dart around, searching for some sign of Ro before finally locking on to his location. He wasn't wrong, he's completely surrounded and looking worse for wear. Better get stuck in before things somehow go even worse for the two of you.

You will yourself behind a guy to Ro's right, foot flying into the back of his knee as you tackle him to the ground. You quickly knock him out before dodging out of the way of an attack.. this is why you hate doing stealth missions with other people, they always seem to end up in a brawl.

Throwing yourself from person to person, from fight to fight, you lose track of Ro and, despite your complaints, you find yourself hoping he's okay.

As the number of lining up to fight you begins to thin you start look around for him, eventually spotting him behind you to your left. He catches you eye and winks at you as he punches the final minion attempting to get a hit. You scoff and roll your eyes as you duck under a shoddy swing from your current opponent and sweep their feet from under them.

"All done?"

You turn to the source of the voice: Ro. Hes smirking a little but its clear he's exhausted and in a fair bit of pain if the clear favouring of leaning on his right side compared to his left is anything to go by.

"Sure am, you?"

"As you can see, I have risen above all the things sent to try me."

You stare at him blankly before sharply turning and brushing last him and the many unconscious bodies that lay around your feet.

"What did we need to grab again."

You turn and glower at him as he takes an obnoxiously long time pondering before shrugging, "I think they just wanted a report on the situation."

Your eyes widen before narrowing at him, " You mean to tell me that this whole things was practically for nothing?"

Ro at least seems to have the decency to wince, "Not completely, I sure had a good time sharing this bonding experience with you."

You laugh humourlessly at his words, "I can't believe I was worried about you. I somehow forgot how much I despise you.”

You notice Ro's fave brighten just a little before he smirks at you, "I don't think you ever truly despised me, did you? Think wisely before answering, mon chéri, you don't want to go breaking my heart now, do you?"

"Don't push it, Ro."

"At least admit that you like me now, mon amour!"

"..I tolerate you."

"I'll take it!"

You huff and shake your head, using the movement to hide the smile sneaking its way across your face.

"Let's just go back to headquarters."

Ro smiles and dramatically waves a hand gesturing in the direction of what you both assume to be the exit, "But of course, mon chèri. After you."

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Praying that this isn't too shit,, not really used to writing like this,, kinda miss my headcanons but oh well lmao Hope you enjoyed !! <3

#4town christmas countdown #4town #4*town #4town robaire #4town robaire x reader #enemies to lovers #hero au

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newfound-selfship-archived · 2 years

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what if. i said. umm. uh.

nvm i’m still too nervous. maybe another day</3

#✄ ; barking #/iykyk #/like bruh. can this character leave my brain dome #/refer to my long tags from the other night for more context

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ghostieeeee · 10 months

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𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

-> angel of Fs!

-> angel of pink hearts! (Pinky)

-> angel of mothers! (Mother)

-> angel of tigers!

-> angel of pink bows!

-> angel of princesses! (same as^)

-> angel of raccoons! (Roco)

-> angel of zebras! (Zesty)

-> angel of chickens!

-> angel of lions! (Leo)

-> angel of angels! (Juno's dad)

-> angel of demons! (Satan)

-> angel of wolves!

-> angel of blue hearts! (Bluey?)

-> angel of doggos! (Bark)

-> angel of strawberries! (Berry)

-> angel of headphones! (Melody)

-> angel of kissing cats! (Kitty?)

-> angel of stars! (Starry)

-> angel of... geese! (not my goose)

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

#->anons #->angels

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bonketh · 2 years

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[ Slasher Imagine : You Cut Yourself Whilst Cooking ]

[ TW ] : sharp objects , blood - nothing major : ]

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[ RZ ! Michael Myers ]

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[] he ' d probably seem like he doesn ' t exactly care about it at first . i mean , he ' s used to getting scars , for god ' s sakes , he ' s been shot at , stabbed , etc ;

[] but he does care - seeing that much blood on you , and it i s n ' t s o m e o n e e l s e s ?

[] yeah , no , come on , [ y / n ] , time to get patched up - can ' t just let you - well , bleed -

[] he ' d most likely keep a close eye on you afterwards .

[] ' hey , michael , i ' ll be cooking tonight for dinner - ! '

[] he's right there at all times . right behind you , watching over your shoulder , especially if you have a knife , or any sharp object in your hand .

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[ Thomas Hewitt ]

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[] yOU CUT URSELF - ! ?

[] H O W ?

[] he ' d jump on it in an instant - rushing around , getting some disinfectant stuff , as well as bandages -

[] he ' d clean off the blood , clean the wound up [ and would apologize if it burned or if you hissed - ] , then patch you right up !

[] he ' d probably scold you lightly , by frowning at you , crossing his arms like a mother who ' s child came inside after a bath covered in mud -

[] from then on , he ' ll either handle the knives , or watch you closely , kinda like michael , except he ' s not like -

[] all up on you lmfao . he ' s big into ✨ personal space ✨

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[ Asa Emory ]

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[] ' lol '

[] he ' d find it amusing - like ' lmfao u cut urself ? u goof ball . '

[] what can i say , it ' s asa we ' re talking about 💀

[] though , eventually , he ' ll patch you up , clean the blood , you know - can ' t allow his favorite peTERSON [ p e t ? p e r s o n ? ] TO GET HURT HAH

[] he ' ll probably tease you everytime you use a knife , or a sharp object whilst cooking .

[] ' hey , the blade ' s used for cutting food , not yourself . '

[] ' shUT THE FUCK UP A S A - '

[] yeah , he ' ll find a l o t of enjoyment outta it .

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[ Bubba Sawyer ]

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[] nOOOO -

[] how ' d you cut yourself ! ? are you okay ! ? oh gosh -

[] bubba would freak out , i ' m sure - he ' d let out anxious noises as he tries cleaning off all the blood -

[] he 'll put bandages on the wound , and continue on to make sure you ' re alright !

[] he ' ll chill in the kitchen whilst you cook , giving you a nervous stare whenever you have to use something sharp .

[] but , if you reassure him , he ' ll ease up a bit , but he ' ll still be cautious . he doesn ' t want you to get hurt again - !

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[ Jason Voorhees ]

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[] aw , be more carefull next time . .

[] . .

[] p l e a s e -

[] jason would kinda - just - panic slightly , considering there ' s blood , specifically y o u r blood , leaking down from a wound caused by a sharp object .

[] at first , he thinks someone hurt you - but no , you simply knicked / cut yourself whilst cooking .

[] he ' s relieved , needless to say ! he ' ll help patch you up , clumsily , since he has such big hands -

[] but hey - ! it ' s the thought that counts - !

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[ notes ]

i hate this- im still tryna get the hang of writing for slashers, considering i'm still new to the fandom- hope this was alright anyways- the characters may be ooc since im just bad at writing lmfaooo

also excuse any mistakes bark bark

#slashers x reader #slasher x you #rz michael myers #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #slashers

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nnight-dances · 2 years

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SOMNIFEROUS CONFESSIONS

pairing: beomgyu x reader, with a side of soobin plot: where you keep saying things you don’t want beomgyu to hear exactly when he can, in fact, hear you. genre: fluff, smol angst warnings (not really): seulgi is your roommate (no this has got nothing to do with the fact that i would marry this woman on the spot if given the chance), i don’t completely love the name ‘boba’, which reminds me my knowledge of dog breeds is extremely limited so tread lightly, this trope of confessing to them when they’re asleep is also not my favourite but i think i tried to make it as realistic and not-cringe as i could :3

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"ugh, this class is so interesting but the professor sure ruins it with his rambling."

you nod as you sigh in relief when your foot meets the ground, the numbness from having sat on it for the past hour and a half finally receding.

"i swear if he could just shut up and let the slides do the talking," you follow soobin's tall figure as a guide as the two of you escape admist the crowd of students, all of whom are equally done with life.

"freedom at last," you let out a small yawn and soobin grins, "is it just me or is the air actually fresher out here?"

you're about to agree with his observation when you spot a familiar mop of black hair emerging toward you.

"gyu!!" you wave at beomgyu, who quickly meets your eye, jogging to catch up to you.

"i thought you'd be free at three?" he smacks your arm in lieu of a greeting.

you pout, "i thought so, too. but honest to god, this professor was hellbent on explaining the same term over and over. ask soobin."

beomgyu's eyebrows jump when you point at the boy next to you, just taking note of him, "ah, soobin, haven't seen you around for a while."

soobin chuckles, glancing at you awkwardly, "heh, yeah, shit's been crazy."

"alrighty, let's not waste any more time, gyu," you link your arm with beomgyu's, and throw a smile at soobin, "see you in class, soobin."

your curt tone is more than obvious making beomgyu smile in the slightest, especially when soobin throws a resentful glare at your joined arms.

soobin nods goodbye, abruptly turning around and leaving.

good riddance, he thinks.

"wow, you sure have become better at this," beomgyu nudges your shoulder as you begin walking.

"what do you mean?"

"that was the cleanest cock block i've ever witnessed in my time. that 'see you in class' was just the cherry on top."

you push beomgyu away with a huff, "hey! i wasn't trying to cock block anyone. i was just gently dropping hints before anyone got the wrong idea. your timing was perfect by the way."

beomgyu rolls his eyes, coming back to connect your arms again, "oh, whatever, i can't argue with your self-destructive methods. but i can tell you that i finally made that appointment to get my hair dyed."

"no way!" you preemptively reach up to ruffle his soft hair, "when is the big day, good sir?"

beomgyu laughs, "six thirty tonight."

you pause, taking out your phone to check the time, "oh, okay, good, we have time still." you grab beomgyu's wrist, "come to my place."

"why would i do that?"

"because we have to take care of boba while seulgi goes on a date."

beomgyu watches as you stop to open the texts from your roommate as proof, and hesitates for a moment before, "fine, let's go."

"hi, baby, did you miss me?" you coo at the small poodle as he rushes up into your lap as soon as you and beomgyu entered.

boba half-squeals, half-barks excitedly and your heart melts, "aww, boba, i missed you, too."

now, boba is your entire life

even though, all your life you'd been a cat person

and you always wanted a beagle when you were a kid

when seulgi had shown you a picture of hazel wonder, you were physically incapable of saying no to adopting him.

you love the doggo with your entire heart.

beomgyu, on the other hand, is standing by your side in confusion

because no matter how many times he encounters the sight

no, he will never be accustomed to hearing you use your babying voice

like you know

when you say everything in tiny

and you pronounce all your s sounds as sh sounds.

beomgyu is: conflicted

because on the hand, as your best friend of three excruciating years, he is in plain words revolted

buT there's this side of him that actually really loves how you curl up next to boba and pepper his face in kisses and giggle at his antics

and fuck, now he's getting butterflies.

"gyu? are you seriously going to stand there when you could get some of this?"

beomgyu's cheeks redden a little when he's brutally brought back into reality to the sight of you beckoning him towards you.

boba waddles towards the boy as soon as he kneels down to your level and sprawls out promptly.

you clap, "aww, he wants belly rubs from you, gyu."

fortunately, before you can subject beomgyu to any more of your baby voice, seulgi strides into your living room.

"oh, thank god, you're here on time!"

you stand up, raising your eyebrows suggestively at seulgi's flowy pink dress, "i see you've decided to take this huening guy seriously?"

familiar with your jabs, she points at beomgyu's crouched figure, "and i see you brought your lover boy to babysit boba."

despite having heard the same phrase every time you've dragged beomgyu to your apartment, you can't help as you blush at the sound of lover boy being used in relation to your best friend

because he's your best friend

even if he looks extremely attractive in his favorite black sweater

even if his long hair drives you to the verge of insanity from having to control yourself from just running your hands through it and tugging it

and especially, even if you think that beomgyu as lover boy is a concept you don't hate the tiniest bit

the fact remains that you're his best friend.

"i swear, it's high time you find another way to tease us, you know," beomgyu rises with a pleased boba in his arms, avoiding your embarrassed gaze much to your relief.

"dunno, feels like this one works too well."

you give seulgi a slight shove, "don't you have a date to be in time for? get out of here."

rolling her eyes at your urgent tone, she pecks your cheek, "love you, too, y/n."

you throw yourself against the sofa when she's gone, calling out to beomgyu, "you wanna eat something?"

beomgyu appears in your field of vision with boba in his arms, hair falling into his eyes as he leans over you, "all i know is i wanna eat boba up."

"hey~ i'm sorry to inform you but all boba eating rights have been bought by me," you sit up, bumping your head against beomgyu's who releases boba with a yelp.

you giggle as the poodle falls into your arms, kissing his forehead, "yes, boba, i know you love me more than this terrible man."

when the two of you have finally finished with asserting the intensity of your affection towards boba, you let the poor poodle drink some water and play around with his toys while you two lounge on the sofa, talking about random things.

"did you finish the assignment we—"

beomgyu, whose legs are in your lap, kicks your thigh to shut you up, "do not complete that sentence."

you slap his shin making him retreat his feet, "you little shit, i let you rest your feet and you choose to kick me? never talk to me and my top-tier lap every again."

you turn away from jokingly and beomgyu shoots up, chuckling, "sorry, you big baby. please let me test your lap with my head instead?"

you let beomgyu plop down into your lap but only because your stupidly huge obsession with his hair goes out of control when his fluffy hair splays out against the material of your jeans as he rests his head.

trust you not to wear shorts when it counts >:(

"how do you even see, gyu?" your voice is gentle as your touch when you bend slightly to pick out the freakishly long strands of hair that were right over his eyes, brushing them aside.

"i forgot what your eyes look like because of your hair covering it up," unknowingly, you smile sweetly at the twinkling of his soft brown eyes staring back up at you, equally mesmerized at the sight in front of him.

"you were the one who kept acting up every time i mentioned trimming my hair," beomgyu's voice has dropped a few octaves because of how close he is to you.

"it's true," you pat his head, "mullets are totally your thing." ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

beomgyu hates you and your darn complimenting ass

it's not like that you saying that mullets were his thing was stuck in his head and giving him heart spasms

but it kinda was..

you just looked so genuine when you said it

even though you always act like you hate complimenting him

and the way you were softly playing with his hair just sent him further and further into the infatuation he had with you.

"ah, fuck," he lets out a small sigh as if that might relieve him of his feelings.

"sorry, sir, did i hurt you?" the woman who had been washing her hair pauses on hearing the exclamation and beomgyu reddens, having sincerely forgotten about her, "no, no, please continue."

the reality of the salon rushes back into beomgyu's senses as he shakes off his lovesick daydreaming, focusing on task at hand: getting his hair dyed.

it was not going to anything big, just some streaks of blonde scattered through his hair uplift his hairstyle.

as the woman gestures beomgyu to sit up, he defeatedly wonders how you were going to pass the estimated 3 hours this whole thing was going to take.

you, however, seated on the surprisingly comfortable seats of the waiting room, are not concerned at all.

the air conditioning is hitting your scalp in the right places and your legs are comfortably folded under you

to add to this, you could finally catch up on the latest episodes of Haikyuu! and!! you think if you're subtle enough you may be able to sneak in handfuls of the chex mix you snuck into your small backpack.

life is good :D

well, this bliss lasts for a good while before your serene binge-watching session is interrupted by a call

and calls throw you off

like fuck people you know??

and you would have ignored the call like the badass you are

but of course, it's seulgi who's calling.

"hey, is something up?" you're worried because seulgi usually sticks to texting, calling only for urgent matters.

"y/n!!" she sounds... excited?? and a little drunk.

you're positive you left a perfectly sober seulgi when you left so you ask, "are you drunk, seulgi?"

"aRe yOU drUNK, sEulGi???"

you gasp at the mocking voice. yep, she is most definitely drunk. "hey! you're the one that called me. what do you want?"

"you're so nO fun, y/n!!! so stuck uP on the same gUY for the last year? what's sO great about him anywAY?"

"okay, seulgi, i'm going to very nicely hang up on you now because—"

"because whAT?? i'm saying the truth here. you reject eveRY SINGLE guy who approaches you and now men are—"

"god, i don't understand why you're so obsessed with my love life, seulgi!" you were actually starting to get a little upset at her comments which may be careless but hurt all the same.

"because!! i have to sit and watch while the two of you play this sTUpiD game of who is more dense when it's clear that you both should just shut up and daTE already!!"

now here's how the next few minutes go:

beomgyu finishes up with his hair quicker than he expected and he's immensely satisfied with the new addition to his looks so currently he's trudging toward where you're sat in the waiting room

and you are about to hand seulgi's ass right back to her because goD she's gotten on your nerves,,

which leads to beomgyu overhearing this unfortunate little snippet from the outburst you're having:

"— and for the last time, seulgi, and i hope you get this once and for all: i am not going to date, beomgyu, so please, i beg you, shut up about it!"

beomgyu stops in his tracks, slipping back against the wall that separates the salon into the waiting room, heart in his throat, lips automatically falling when he comprehends the undeniable annoyance in your voice.

he finds it perplexing that he would still be heartbroken on hearing your clear lack of feelings for him because he'd encountered how much you cherished the platonic relationship you shared with him.

and more than anything, he thinks it's a the sickest joke the universe has played with him: for you to be his closest friend and his first love, and to fathom that if he dropped his facade even for the shortest amount of time, both would be gone.

unaware of the inner conflict your heated words have propelled the poor boy into, you're still cooling down from your argument with your roommate, mad at yourself for losing it so easily.

you put your head in your hands, regretting your strong wording, especially because you could feel how wrong they sounded even minutes after they'd been said.

"hey, hey, look who's back~"

you jump up at beomgyu's voice, cheeks flushing when you take in his new hair.

"gyu!!" you stand, approaching him with wide eyes, unable to believe how it's possible for the sight of him to make you more flustered than you already was, "your hair!! wow, it looks better than i imagined."

you notice his smile is smaller than usual but pin it to your own muzzled headspace as you ask if you can touch his hair.

"when have you ever asked for permission before, miss manners?" beomgyu grins, effortlessly making the coil of tension in your chest loosen its grip on your expression.

"i don't want to end up with blond dye on my hands, no thank you," you step closer to him and hesitantly touch the tips of his hair, giggling excitedly, "ahh, it's so soft~ god, i can't believe i know you."

beomgyu fights the rise of heat in his ears at your thrilled exclamations, "i swear, i should be on the cover of vogue with the looks i've got."

you roll your eyes, hand on his elbow as you drag him out, "okay, time to treat me to dinner!!!"

"fuck, it's raining," you clutch your bag closer to yourself as the two of you step into the less than accommodating shelter in front of the salon.

"shit, i didn't bring my umbrella," beomgyu fusses with his jacket, imagining how he'd have to sprint through the rain.

"don't worry, i've got you," you produce a small baby blue umbrella from your bag, beckoning him to join you under it.

he shakes his head, "no, no, that looks tiny enough to only fit you, i'll use my jacket—"

you don't let him protest, pulling him under it with you, tapping his head with your unoccupied hand, "hey, do you really want to risk ruining this perfection because of the rain? i know i don't want to."

it's moments like this that beomgyu despises

when you're closer to him than you ever are, and your voice is all breathless, hair slightly messy but smile always bright and kind

because it's in moments like this that make his resolute to move on falter

and though the burn of your words is still fresh in beomgyu's mind, your questioning gaze as you call out "gyu?" at him, placing a hand on your shoulder, almost like a lover, is much more real to him

so like always, he gives in.

"let's get pizza for dinner." ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

you are about to murder beomgyu

the audacity of this man!!

he's 15 minutes late!!

you have proof of his text saying "stupid class ends at 4, pls pick me up im scared" and yet, the small box on the corner of your phone reads 4:17 with no sight of the now black-and-blonde head anywhere.

you're about to send the read-to-go "where the fuck r u????????? am about to bust into ur classroom with my special fire-arm u little shit" text when fortunately for him, you find beomgyu rushing to you.

you're about to scold him disillusioning you but you don't, because you remember he waited thirty minutes for you last time and also because his smile pushes your train of thought off its track.

"i am about to die if i don't eat something in the next two seconds," he declares, his bright grin not matching his grave words at all.

you snort, patting his shoulder, "it happens to the best of us, comrade."

beomgyu runs a hand through his hair like the damn shaman he is, groaning, "anyway, did something happen with seulgi?"

you stop walking abruptly at the mention of her, "what? why? did she say something to you?"

"nothing, i just saw her in the morning and she flipped me off for no reason. why? did y'all fight or something?"

you sigh in relief as you resume walking, "oh, don't ask. she was drunk off her head last night and i had to take care of her stupid tantrums..." you trail off, eyeing beomgyu with a smile.

"what? stop looking at me like that, it's creepy," he pushes your head away and you whine.

"gyu, do you love me?"

this time, it's beomgyu who fumbles over his step, "what the hell? why are you asking me this?"

you try again, "please, you're my bestest friend in the whole world."

he sighs, realizing you're doing this with an ulterior motive, "what is it you want, y/n?"

you perk up, "host me at your place for one night," when beomgyu stares back at you with a blank face, you continue, "please, please, please, if you don't let me sleep over, i will literally be so helpless. i will have to sleep on the hecking roads and you know what it's like for frail little women like me, i wouldn't be able to bat an eye and i could get run over—"

"you dumbshit, calm down," beomgyu cuts you off with an amused laugh, "stop rambling, y/n, of course, you can sleep over if you need to... but why?"

you huff in relief, "thank you. seulgi is having a movie night with huening and from what i heard, she's too whipped to not do the dirty with him if given the chance."

"so she kicked you out?"

"... more like asked me to stay cooped up in my room for the entire night.. to which i said heck no because i would rather not test how soundproof my bedroom walls are."

he laughs again, "sounds rough. but hey, now we can finally have the movie night we've been planning for weeks, right?" ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

beomgyu thinks this is stupid

this whole idea is stupid

why did he agree to you coming over and sleeping at his place again???

oh right, because of his big fat crush on you that made him physically incapable of uttering the word no to you.

(but also because he is a decent friend and would not want you to suffer all alone in your room but hey you didn't hear it from me)

he fans himself as you excuse yourself to use the washroom once you arrive in the apartment he lives alone in, scanning his bedroom in particular for any suspicious items that might somehow clue you in to his very, very obvious feelings.

you, unknown to beomgyu, are also losing your shit when you lock yourself in his washroom, surrounded by the scent of his familiar body wash

because you're only just realizing what you've gotten yourself into: a sleepover at beomgyu's house!!!!!!! what the fuck!!!!!!!!! you're stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you take a deep breath, wetting your hands and patting your face to clear your head, "it's okay, it's okay, you can do this, y/n. if you can do this for a year, what's another night, right?"

right?

when you step out of the bathroom, you find beomgyu comfortably in his bed, laptop open.

internally you are thankful he's not as awkward about this as you are

and why would he be? this is not your first time coming over.

so you swallow your thoughts and plop down next to him, to find him surfing through his netflix recommendations.

he lets out a small whine, "why have i watched all of this?"

you stare at beomgyu in shock, "you've watch all of this? i thought we were both college students, but turns out you're a monster."

"shut up, i use the animedoro method to study, it helps," he flashes you a thumbs up and you take hold of his laptop.

"let me look for something, you're useless."

"i'm loving the support."

after a few minutes of bickering back and forth, you end up opening a new tab on the browser, ignoring beomgyu's confused protests.

"we have to resort to movies not on netflix," you quickly type in the address of the movie-streaming website you grew up watching your favorite films on.

"wow, you're really courageous, aren't you??"

"one of us has to be."

so all in all, movie night progresses just fine, with the two of you agreeing to re-watch the minority report. your initial worries about the atmosphere being too tense are now nowhere to be found.

the whole time you sit back against the pillows, shoulder against beomgyu's bicep, and knees against your chest, smiling when you feel beomgyu shuffle closer now and then.

when the movie ends, you look over to beomgyu with a grin, "ah, beautiful."

"you know, the only reason i'm still friends with you is because you're the only person i know who sits through movies longer than an hour without sleeping off."

you laugh, wondering what must go on in his head for the first words out of his mouth to be that, "well, of course, anything to watch tom cruise dodging the shackles of his fate, am i right?"

beomgyu nods as he spreads out to stretch his stiff body, the pull of his muscles causing the white t-shirt he's wearing to ride up.

you cough at the sight of his toned stomach, looking away, "um, do you have snacks? the chinese was only enough to sustain me through the movie."

the boy sits up, glancing at the time on the laptop screen, "it's 12:30 AM already, are you sure you wanna eat now?"

you raise an eyebrow at beomgyu, "wait a second, do you actually have a healthy sleeping schedule? what the fuck, gyu, i might have to rethink our friendship—"

"oh my god, you dramatic little brat, i was just being nice but obviously, that was a futile move. come to the kitchen if you want ramen."

you hop after beomgyu excitedly, sitting on the kitchen counter while he cooks the noodles across from you.

the kitchen lights are dim and you can't help but notice how broad beomgyu looks as he cooks, his figure somehow still towering over you even though you're sat on the counter.

interrupting your thoughts before they could get any more inappropriate, beomgyu turns around, handing you a bowl.

"wow, that was fast," you hold out your open palm as a request for some chopsticks.

"i've done this way too many times," beomgyu heaves himself up next to you, placing the wooden chopsticks in your hand, and you bite your lip when his knee comes to rest against yours. "somehow never with you around, though."

"that's because you always insist to come over to my place when i could be over here raiding your filthy rich inventory."

beomgyu throws his head back at your comment, "ah, not this again. why are you obsessed with the idea of me being the heir of some famous chaebol?? please, stop, it's embarrassing for you."

"is it? do you expect me to believe that you have this entire huge-ass apartment to yourself just because you got lucky?"

the only answer to you is a disgustingly loud slurp from your side.

"are you good with this temperature?" you shout a yes! in the vague direction of beomgyu in the darkness, a little nervous as you hear him pad over to his bed.

alas, the much dreaded part of the night: the actual sleeping.

the bed dips as beomgyu slips in, the only sign that he's here because he's cautious enough to maintain a respectable (but disappointing) distance between the two of you.

"today was fun."

"i know. can't believe seulgi's horniness is what drove me here."

beomgyu finds it weirdly comforting to hear you talk like this. his eyes are closed so he can easily imagine you as just your voice, bodiless and hence, entirely his to love.

you seem to notice that he's closed his eyes though when it's silent for a while after you've spoken.

because he feels you shifting closer to him, with a soft, "gyu, you asleep?"

beomgyu's heart speeds up at the proximity of your voice, depriving him of his ability to speak, something that is only encouraged by his curiosity of where this may go when you poke his cheek as if to confirm he's actually asleep.

you prop yourself on your elbows next to his head, watching as the moonlight seeps in through the sheer curtains in his room, revealing the faint outline of his countenance.

you shake your head, chastising yourself for acting so recklessly and lie back down next to him, listening to yourself breathe.

beomgyu relaxes in his position, a little disheartened that you didn't do anything (??) and instead focuses on trying to sleep.

you, on the other hand, find it impossible to sleep for some reason, continuously changing positions and trying to distract yourself from beomgyu, a vain effort because like,,, he was right there!!

"fuck this," you give up, rolling closer back to him, admiring his features.

"gyu," you whisper, "you're so pretty." you pause, watching him for any movements.

"i... i wish i wasn't such a wimp when it comes to you, but you really don't make all this easier. aish, i'm, like, seriously in love with you, gyu, and i know you're just not into me like that." you pout as if he could see you and this were a perfectly sane conversation, "but i hope someday i can tell this to you when you're not dead asleep and maybe even kiss you. although that would be horrible for our friendship and i don't know what i would do without you so..."

you sigh, realizing how crazy you were acting, and roll away from, hiding your face into the pillow, willing yourself to sleep

completely and blissfully unaware of the twitching on beomgyu's face. ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

what

the

fuck

beomgyu knows he has an overactive imagination but no amount of reasoning could convince him that your words had been a part of his dream.

because when he opens his eyes for the millionth time that night, you're still there, asleep next to him, real as ever.

(he may have pinched your cheek causing you to adorably mewl in your sleep just to make sure....)

and when he's sure it's real, you're real, he spirals into a state of pure questioning.

were you serious

were you pranking him

were you framing him

why did you wait till he was asleep

why did he pretend to be asleep

why didn't he start screaming i love you too y/n you've made me suffer so fucking much you beautiful human being when you said what you said

why was he here

...yeah, it was bad.

safe to say, he has a fitful sleep that night, waiting for morning to arrive so he could... sort things out. ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

your least and most favorite part about the entire sleepover was easily the situation you find yourself in when your eyes flutter open — you wrapped around beomgyu's waist, his hair tickling your nose.

you panic and then you see him, somehow just as unbelievably gorgeous, and despite everything, you find yourself snuggling closer, mumbling, "nice."

talking to sleeping men was apparently your thing.

only beomgyu isn't asleep

are we even surprised??

boy barely made it through the night, so of course, he's awake to witness your comment, no different from last night, but with one exception.

this time, he answers, "i agree."

welcome to the world of the paralyzed

you freeze at his reply, combusting internally but too far gone to move.

instead you attempt to hide your face into his chest, "fuck you, gyu, warn a girl if you're awake."

"even when she's passionately declaring her love for me?"

...

....

..........

..............??????????????

"what..." you push yourself away from beomgyu, meeting his eyes, which were a little red from the lack of sleep but dead serious.

when the weight of the conclusion that choi beomgyu had heard you whispering how much you loved choi beomgyu at what you assumed was choi beomgyu's sleeping figure, one word rings through your mind: run.

in your head, you swiftly slide off the bed, sprint through the door of his apartment and conveniently board a plane to hell

but in reality, the blanket over your shoulders hinders your movements so that you're left flailing around like a fish searching for water.

beomgyu, however, realizes what you're doing and somehow the devil of a blanket doesn't suffocate him when he easily slides in next to you, strong arms stilling your movements and pushing you against his chest again, except this time you're facing away from him.

"please, let me go," you're on the verge of tears, ashamed at your failure to keep your feelings from your best friend and desperate to just get away from him.

but he is firm, "no, y/n, you—"

"beomgyu, please, i have to go. i'm sorry-"

"y/n, listen to me," his breath tickles your ear and you stiffen at the contact, too weak from embarrassment to move, "you have no reason to be sorry. you may think the magnitude of your feelings are scary but honest to god, i'm the one that's dangerously in love with you."

if it's possible, he feels you going even limper in his arms.

he turns you around, ignoring the way you refuse to look at him and brings your hand to meet his chest, right around where he can feel his heart hammering away.

"can you feel this? i mean dangerously. last night, i- i was too astounded to do anything... which is the dumbest thing i've ever done in my entire life, because unlike you, i'm a grade A coward, okay? i freaked out and then you fell asleep and i spent the entire night regretting not saying anything and— and i just love you. a lot."

out of words (and lowkey breath, because damn, confessing sure drains the life right out of you), beomgyu falls silent, letting go of your hand, a silent message: he would accept it if you choose to leave now.

and honestly? you want to leave. because somehow, beomgyu confessing turns out to be worse than him rejecting to you

because now you have twice the amount of feelings in your chest and your brain hurts from thinking

and you lose it when you finally feel yourself tear up, sending beomgyu into panic mode.

"y/n? hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? ohmigod, i'm so sorry if that was too much, i just didn't want to let you leave until you knew how i felt.. i didn't meant to make you uncomfo—"

you fist the fabric of his shirt over his chest, cutting him short, "you're an idiot."

you fall against him, letting whatever the fuck is making you teary wash over you, a few sobs escaping you.

beomgyu patiently embraces you, chin tucked over your head, a pang of guilt from the sound of you hurting.

"you..." you pull away when you feel yourself calm down, wiping your tears with the back of your hand, "you... love me, too?"

beomgyu releases a short sigh at your question, stomach constricting when his vision is filled by the sight of your pouty lips.

he leans in, "yes, you dumbass," and presses his lips against yours. ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"hey, y/n, have you seen my—"

you swear seulgi's jaw touches the floor when she walks into your room to find you sitting on beomgyu's lap, his arms clutched around your waist and your hands in his hair.

"yeah, what did you lose now?" you greet her as usual just because you can see her trying to figure out whether the two of you are actually a thing now or if this was just another acceptable facet of your friendship.

luckily for her, beomgyu doesn't seem to have gotten the memo and leans in to plant a kiss against your lips, whispering, "why is she just standing there?"

"I KNEW IT!" seulgi jumps high enough to scare boba into running into your room, "I HELPED YOU, DIDN'T I? I KNEW YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING AFTER THE WAY YOU SCREAMED AT ME OVER THE PHONE, YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BASTARD!"

you groan at your roommate's exclamations as you press yourself into beomgyu's neck, "please, kill me now, gyu."

beomgyu smiles when he hears your mutter, scowling at seulgi aggressively, "hey, woman, can't you see **we're in the middle of something?? and you're upsetting my girlfriend so please, leave."

you chuckle against beomgyu, letting out a "i love you, seulgi!" just as her frustrated figure leaves the room.

"babe?" your heart stops for a second as you digest beomgyu's nickname, pulling away to shyly meet his eyes, "yeah, gyu?"

"what did seulgi mean about the helping you thing?" beomgyu's hand comes up to rub in circles against your lower back as you grimace.

"uhh, it's a very embarrassing tale of how i lost my temper over a drunk seulgi screaming at me to shut up and date you..."

"oh?" beomgyu raises an eyebrow, "wait, was this that time at the salon?" he flinches a little at the memory of you profusely rejecting the idea of dating him, "you sounded so upset back then."

"wait, you heard that?" you gape at beomgyu, letting out a cry when he nods quietly, "why do you hear everything??"

beomgyu pecks your cheek laughingly, "you're just very bad at being subtle, y/n."

"yeah? is that why you had the guts to confess to me?"

"okay, now, that's a low blow, babe. you confused me so much, you know."

you frown, "i confused you?"

"sure, you did. one minute, you're fangirling over my hair and being overly nice, but the next second i hear you throwing up over the idea of going out with me. what's a man to do??"

you sigh, leaning in to touch your forehead to his, hands returning to his scalp, "in my defense, your hair is too soft to not play with and also, seulgi kept going on and on about how i'm a part pooper and will die single and telling me to shut the fuck up and date you when she knew how scared i was that you'd reject me and i'd lose my favorite person in the whole world."

you bite your lip to shut yourself up when you hear what you've said, looking up at beomgyu to gauge his reaction.

"i'm your favorite person?????"

beomgyu's face has softened while his grip on your waist has tightened in contrast, pulling you closer, causing your face to get mushed against his chest as he presses a big wet kiss to your forehead.

"you're cute."

"shut up." ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

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High Temperature

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: sick, fainting

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Next time, Iwaizumi will strangle you for your stupidity for sure.

You’re sick–the only word to summarize the symptoms you’re currently having. Opening your eyes, you felt your head heavy as if was stuffed with cotton instead of being refreshed like usual. Soon, you noticed on how only with a slight breeze your body shivered instinctively even if you’re buried under thick layers of blanket.

Someone could fry themselves from how hot it would be under there, but you were your best in terms of health currently and it already answered a thousand questions. However, rather than calling the teacher you would be absent for today, you decided to be a complete moron and just went on to school like you always do as if it was nothing.

And you instantly regret the idea, cursing yourself for your stupidity while doing so–it was tremendously hard to focus on class, your body felt really sluggish even though you didn’t move an inch from your desk, worst every part of your body was now in pain from the strain you put it.

Iwaizumi certainly didn’t miss this–usually you’re sitting up straight on your seat, writing, or even reading something. But this time, you’re slumped against the desk, chest rising in faster pace than the normal ones. However, school was more hectic than usual and he found the only class he shared with you for the day was homeroom.

He decided to confront you at practice in order to kick you out–an extremely well-made plan and he would take no for an answer. As he thought, you’re in the middle of writing notes on the bench–face flushed unhealthily from the normal one. And it’s not only him who noticed how unwell you were–the whole team did. Good, he would have everyone agree on sending you home and you couldn’t argue about it.

“You’re having a freaking fever, [Name],” Hanamaki is usually playful, but this time his voice was stern when you offered him the water bottle. “You have to go home.”

“Get some rest,” Matsukawa nodded in agreement, brows furrowing in concern. “One day off practice isn’t the end of the world. You could just catch up the next day, we’ll fill you in.”

“The prelims are in a week and I can’t afford to slack off either,” you protested.

“You’re not slacking off, you’re sick.” Oikawa remarked, the usual teasing and lightness in his voice being forgotten at the moment. “That’s different.”

“Hajime, tell them I’m fine-“

Iwaizumi knew you would turn to seek for an argument from him in the end, but he once never expected for you to crumpled right in front of him so suddenly. Thankfully, his reflexes saved you from hitting the ground–an arm around your back. Instantly, the place was in chaos from how panic was quick to spread.

“Shit!” Oikawa cursed, dropping his water bottle and immediately kneeled down beside your figure.

“Someone get a clean towel and cold water!” Iwaizumi barked to anyone who could hear him. “We have to cool her down!”

Watari was the first one to snapped out of his panic-induced haze, and he instantly scrambled to reach for his bag. Kindaichi and Kunimi bolted towards the entrance, searching for Coach Irihata, Coach Mizoguchi, or whoever teacher’s around.

Iwaizumi tried to fix his hold around you as gentle as possible–he wouldn’t want to have you draped over his lap because of respectful purposes, however this time he decided to ignore it. Your head was leaning heavily on his shoulder, forehead resting on his neck.

The temperature you’re radiating felt as if it burned him–it was frightening. Even in your unconscious state, you’re having trouble with breathing, your skin was extremely pale, some strands of your hair stuck onto your skin from how you’re drenched in cold sweat.

“We have to go to the hospital at this rate,” Matsukawa muttered, voice grim. “Her condition is way worse than before.”

“Here’s a few jackets, senpai!” Yahaba dropped onto his knees, in his hands were their team jacket piled up. Oikawa muttered a thank you before taking the jackets, wrapping you up to keep you warm. Watari approached and quietly handed a cool towel he’s searching for, Iwaizumi accepted it and immediately placed it upon your burning forehead–hoping it would cool you down.

After a few moments, Kyotani burst into the gym–heavily panting as if he ran a mile. Still, he managed to jogged towards the little circle formed in the gym. Wordlessly, he slapped a package of cooling patch for fevers down to Hanamaki’s hand. The pink-haired boy wasted no time to rip the package open and pulled one out.

“Oikawa, here’s a cooling patch.” Oikawa removed the cover sticker and reached out to push some strands of your hair away, he then gently put the patch onto your forehead–replacing the warm towel.

It seemed to work because your harsh panting started to subsided a little bit. At the same time, Kunimi and Kindaichi arrived back at the gym with Coach Irihata and Coach Mizoguchi on tow.

“How did this happen?” Coach Irihata asked, kneeling beside Iwaizumi to check on you. “Go to the infirmary, I already made sure the school’s doctor is there.”

“She’s feeling unwell since morning but still refused to go home even with a fever,” Oikawa explained gruffly–knowing he would give you an earful once you get better.

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything, instead he immediately slipped an arm under your knees and lifted you up–jogging towards the infirmary with the rest of the team on tow.

“What should you say to us, dear manager?” Oikawa questioned and giving you a smile, the smile which hold his annoyance.

You wished you could shrink down to your bed or praying that the ground suddenly opened up to swallowed you from existence. You laughed nervously, scratching your cheek lightly while doing so–which earned series of pointed glares directed towards you.

You sighed in resignation. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop trying to send us to early cardiac arrest, dumbass.” Iwaizumi scolded, hitting your forehead lightly with his fist. It’s been a day since you’re admitted to the infirmary, thankfully the doctor said that you only needed rest–she even wrote you an absence letter for your homeroom teacher.

Currently it was afternoon right after class, and the team decided to visit you in your home. Coach Irihata excused them from practice today so they could check up on you. So, here you were, in your room with the boys piling in.

It was fortunate that your house was a traditional Japanese home–your room was wide enough for them and with only slide of the shoji door on the right, it connected to the porch so they wouldn’t suffocate in a secluded place. You sat on the futon, thick blanket draped on your shoulders while another one covered your waist down.

“It was scary,” Matsukawa commented, frowning as he did so. “You passed out so suddenly.”

“You better pay for my hospital bills if I have a heart attack one day,” Hanamaki added, laying down on his side.

“I banned you from practice tomorrow,” Oikawa grumbled, draping his body over your lap. Caressing his hair, you knew your childhood friend was upset–his decision was rather petty but you understood. Oikawa would pout or whined but it was rare for him to be truly upset.

“Alright, captain.”

“You’re also forbidden watching matches and take notes at home. Just rest.”

“Understood.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Watari piped up, and then handing you a paper bag filled with snacks. “Us second years bought this on the way, hope you feel better, senpai.”

“Thank you, Watari-kun, Yahaba-kun, Kyotani-kun,” you noticed they filled the bag with your favorites and a few bottles of honey lemon water.

“N-No problem, senpai!” Yahaba replied, face tinged with red and you gave him a smile meanwhile Kyotani, who sat farther away just nodded.

“No fair, senpai, you stole a head start!” Kindaichi hissed at his senior, eyes narrowing.

“We brought fruits,” Kunimi followed, pushing a basket filled assorted fruits–there were apples, pears, lemons, and oranges. “I don’t know what to choose and Kindaichi is unhelpful, so we just grab the most common ones.”

“Oi, Kunimi!”

“Somehow this became a competition.” Hanamaki snickered from the obvious display.

“You don’t have to bring me anything, though,” you smiled sheepishly, but couldn’t help feeling warm with all the things they did to make you feel better. “Still, I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Aside from that, rest so you could go back to school,” Iwaizumi stated, folding his arms across his chest. “We need you. The preliminaries coming up.”

“Practice would be boringgg without you, that’s what Iwaizumi meant,” Matsukawa added, earning a distasteful glare from the said brunette. “Besides, the only one who can keep Oikawa in line aside from him is you.”

“Aww, I don’t know you’re this sweet, Hajime,” you teased your childhood friend who’s not quite honest with his feelings constantly. “This is why I love you more than Tooru.”

“You take that back, [Nickname]-chan!!” Oikawa snapped his head up and almost hit your chin in the process. Then he proceeded to wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face to your stomach. “I know you love me more! Who loves a brute like Iwa-chan?”

“Why you, Shittykawa!”

“Fine, fine, I love you too, you big baby,” you cooed. “And Hajime, please don’t kill him in my house. You can do it elsewhere.”

“You love me but you’re fine with me being killed by Iwa-chan!?”

Ah, a peaceful day for your recovery.

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