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my-love-of-books · 4 months

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hey sorry if this is weird this is my first time requesting 😭 but can you do ftm flirty reader x five from the umbrella academy where that five is fighting some guys (you can choose who) and some how the reader gets in the fight to and helps five. Also the reader calls five pretty boy and some other flirty names like btw. Andddd thats all I couldn't think what comes after that sorry 😭 but you can continue off it tho!

Noooo I'm horrible at writing fight scenes😭 we shall try tho! The first fight I thought of was ofc the iconic gridy's donuts' fight, so wish me luck!!

Paring: five x ftm!reader —(honestly reader is pretty gn here, sorry ik thats not what you wanted anon😭)

Warning: cursing, NOT proofread (sorry), gun wound, really short

I huff and pull the stupid blazer –they said there was nothing else for me to where other than one of five's old uniforms– closer around my shoulders as I walk towards the donut shop Five had supposedly gone to. A small smile spreads across my face when I see my partner though the window, I let myself in and walk up right beside him; ignoring the older-looking man on the other side.

"Alright sweets, next time, don't run off and leave me at that house by myself, please and thank you" I say, pulling out a bar stool.

"you weren't by yourself, you had my siblings." he murmurs nonchalantly. "Right, Miss famous and the Junkie did directed me here, thought the latter would not shut up about my sex life." I laughed at the recent memory and smirked at Five. He sips his coffee; the Older man nods our way before leaving. "Gonna give me some of that?" I whisper, leaning closer to the school boy.

His eyes flicker to me, then to my lips, then back to my eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him, "In here? You perv!" I jokingly whisper. He scoffs and rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee again, but I see it's just to hide his growing blush and smile.

"You said it not me"

My devious smirk only grows "Oh come on, can't help it when you look at me so pretty-"

Suddenly the door behind us swings open and multiple men in black tactical gear with guns walk in, surrounding us. One man in particular moves to stand closer to us, almost between me and five. I sit up straighter, eyes scanning the room, looking for weaknesses; my eyes flick to the brown haired boy beside me who seems to be studying the coffee in front of him, rather than the room now full of men who want us dead. "Five" I whisper.

"that was fast... 'thought Id have more time before they found me." "Okay..." the black man's voice seemed to tremble a bit as he spoke; the corners of my mouth twitched, this would be easy. "...So let's all be professional about this yeah? On your feet and come with us. They wanna talk" "I have nothing to say"

"I do" I do my best to suppress a smirk as I stand up, Five glares at me. The mans gun swiftly moves to point at me. "It doesn't have to go this way. You think I wanna shoot kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"oh I wouldn't worry to much about that," I say "you won't be going home" Five finishes my sentence as he grabs a butter knife from the the counter and blinks behind the man, stabbing him in the neck. Guns start going off when I grab the, now dead, man and use him as a shield from the bullets.

"Hey assholes" Five calls from across the room, allowing me to run up to the closest man as he begins to fire at me and force his gun under his own chin in one deft motion. I glance around the room, where five is nowhere to be seen. "A little help here pretty boy?" With the attention now drawn to me I jump over the counter, hiding behind it for a moment when I here the signature *whoosh* of him blinking, this time outside of the shop, drawing their fire, before right beside me "I told you not to call me that" he practically snarled. I laughed a bit; as my shoulders moved I noticed a bullet had skimmed part of my arm. *Shit... Thats gonna hurt when the adrenaline wears of*" I think to myself, watching the blood dribble from the wound.

The lights were blinking, bullets still going off. I was trying to formulate a plan on how I could help when it all when silent. "Five?" I call out, standing up from behind the counter

"yeas darling?" He asks, tightening his tie and walking over to a still-moving man, instantly breaking his neck. "N- nothing just got worried for a second" my arm began to throb.

He helps me over the counter, "you okay baby?" "Oh so you can call me baby but I can't call you pretty boy?" He gives me a stern look. "It's different, you don't go out into the field, you could have gotten seriously hurt."

"excuse you," I murmur "I used to be one of the top field agents-" "-before they shoved you behind a desk, now come on we gotta get movin'." Five kisses my forehead and brushes my wounded shoulder as he grabs a knife and begins cutting out those trackers they put in all field agents. I do my best not to react to the pain caused by the bullet, he doesn't need to know right now, it would ruin the quite sweet moment.

#I didn't like explicitly say anything about reader being ftm #should I have? Idkidk sorry #I hope you liked it!#five x reader #five ask #number five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreaves x you #five hargreeves x reader #Five x ftm!reader #Five x male!reader #five x reader fluff #five x y/n #five x you #Tua #tua five #tua fluff

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eclipsedrgn · 10 months

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Left Behind (2)

Pair: Bay!Leonardo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You went to Japan to become a ninja like the boys only to stumble upon another school called Jujutsu Tech.

Part 1

2 years have gone by quickly.

The scenery of Tokyo never gets old, the beautiful streets, the food and the people were amazing. The crowded streets of Tokyo never ceased to amaze-

CRASH!

BOOM!

The side of the building implode, glass shattering towards the streets as a figure flew out. Your hair flew against the wind, wincing at the cuts and bruises that was on your body. The dark purple curse launch of the build after you, its mouth open ready to digest you, you placed your right palm out blasting fire towards the curse. It cries out in pain as you landed on building, you felt your shoulder crack as you yelp in pain.

Your eyes close as you hiss in pain, you hear footsteps coming up to you. Peaking your eyes open, you see two tall men stood side by side next to you.

"Shut. Up" you said, lazily pointing your finger at the white haired male.

"You got your ass kicked. By a grade 2 curse?" Satoru Gojo smirked mockingly.

"I was shopping and was cut off guard" you complained.

"We got this, right Satoru?" Suguaru Geto says crossing his arms.

"Of course... we are the strongest"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You slid the door open stretching out your injured shoulder, with the help of Shoko you were able to heal properly. You paused as you were about to take a seat when you see a familiar small man talking with Yaga, they both turned to you with a grim look on their faces. You sat roughly on the seat next to Gojo who groaned in pain as you slapped his injured arm.

"Ancient One" you say.

"(Y/N)" he says back, "It's been too long"

"Two peaceful years" you grinned, "But that's not the reason why your here isn't it?"

"I'm afraid not"

"Do I have to go back?" you grimly asked.

"The three of you have accomplished so many missions together, especially you (Y/N)-san. Within the two years I've known you, you've quickly became a special grade sorcerer" Yaga spoke.

"The Hamato Clan needs you now, the Shredder has returned and it is not good news" the Ancient One spoke.

You sighed, "It can't be helped. I'll pack and return tonight"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The 16 hour or more plane ride to New York wasn't that bad, you were asleep half of the flight, played games and watched movies. But when the plane landed was when you felt your life falling apart again. You knew you had to return, but not this soon, its only been 3 years after all.

Your now new apartment was bigger than the old one, you placed down your bags as you walked around the new surroundings of your home. The bed was luckily big, as in king size big, and you sighed. You quickly ate a snack, showered before dressing up to head for patrol.

You wore your regular uniform from Jujutsu Tech, a navy blue blazer left open showing your black sports bra and abs along with its matching skirt. You wore black high knee boots and tied your hair into a mermaid braid.

You unlocked the window and climbed out, you climbed up the ladder and stood on the roof of your new building. You jumped roof to roof until you hear someone cry out for help, you jumped down the building landing on the attacker while fighting the others, once finished you turned to see your best friend, Ren who stared at you terrified.

"(Y/N)... y-you're alive?" she stuttered out.

"Ren" you said with a cold tone.

A couple of thuds was heard behind you, as you place your hands in your skirt pockets, you turned to see the now taller four mutant brothers you've come to love and hate. The walked towards you carefully, clearly cautious.

Leo stared at your eyes, clearly alive and not burned beyond recognition. Mikey placed his hands against his mouth, surprised at your appearance. He ran around his brothers, gathering you in his arms, hugging you tightly.

"You're alive!" he exclaims, crying against your shoulder.

You gave Mikey a unsure smile, hugging him back hesitentantly. "Yeah, Mikey I'm alive"

"How the hell are you alive?" Raph exclaims, "You were on the news. We checked your apartment, you were nothing but a burnt body"

You didn't reply and that made Raph angry, the betrayal on Donnie's face says it all and Leo, he just looked at you in disbelief.

You turn to walk away but you stop as you got a little further, "Take it up to your Sensei, he knows"

#bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt au #crossover #edited

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jarofstyles · 1 year

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i would love a blurb about “You again” Harry and Yn going back to the cafe they went to together after reuniting at the dating location!!! Maybe a few years have passed and they wanted to go back because it shows how far they've come as a couple. They're all soft and Harry's just as enamoured with her that he was the very first day he saw her—but this time they have a little boy at home who has her soft nose and some of his features just like he hoped🥹

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“Excuse me, pretty lady. Can I buy you a coffee?” Y/N felt hands covering her eyes which had made her bristle, but the husky voice behind her coaxed a silly grin from her mouth. Of course. He had to be cheesy.

“I don’t know. I have a very handsome, strong, scary husband at home. He may not take kindly to strange men buying me coffee.” She retorted, suddenly getting her vision back as his hands spun her around to face him. He was handsome in his blazer and button up, his faux scowl making him look even more delicious.

“Damn right I would. But thank you for the compliments. I’m glad to know my wife is very committed to me.” He melted into his own small grin, leaning down to kiss the top of her nose. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Hi, beautiful. Can’t believe we’re back here.”

Taking a look around, Y/N couldn’t believe it either. It had been 6 years to the day they met in this very coffee shop. So much had happened but somehow the place had managed to stay mostly the same. “Mhm. The place where it all started. It’s a bit crazy, isn’t it?” She placed his hand in her own as Harry led her to the very booth they had first locked eyes on each other. Luckily it was vacant, so Harry had stolen it for them.

“It is. I wish we could have brought the baby.” He sighed. Their son was 3 now, having time with Harry’s mum while they had their annual date. This just happened to be the anniversary of the day they met. The ring on her finger symbolized their other anniversary. It hadn’t been long after they rekindled that they got engaged. Some may say it was rushed, but Harry referred to it as “when you know, you know.” Y/N teased him about wanting to lock her down quickly, but never had much to say after he reminded her of how quickly she said yes.

“One day we can take him here with us. Just not date night, hm? It’s the designated time for us to simply be a couple.” She kicked his foot under the table, initiating a casual game of footsie. Something Harry never understood why she liked so much but indulged because she liked to have the comfort. “Besides, I remember the day I saw you. You were so handsome but that first time you seemed distracted.” Now she knew why. But back then she hadn’t. “We clicked right away so I was so confused why I barely heard from you after. I’m glad you came back to find me.” Even if was a while after.

“It was driving me crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And you love that I’m an old man so obviously I didn’t have much to worry about.” He joked, wrapping his hand around hers. There was a slight interruption of their coffees being brought to them, but their banter never faltered. It hadn’t after years of marriage.

“You’d think the decor would have changed but it looks the exact same. Like a time capsul.” She looked around at the same painting she had stared at during other speed rounds of those dates when she didn’t want to look the people in the eyes. Harry had been the one she couldn’t tear her eyes from.

“Kind of nice though. Nostalgia.” He replied, taking his own sweep. “I’ll always love this place. It brought me to you. The best decision of my life was trying to find you again.” His thumb swiped her knuckle as he kissed her cheek again. Still years into their marriage and he was unable to keep away from her.

“And your worst mistake was leaving me the first.” Y/N liked to tease him about it because he would trip over himself. This time though, she got the side eye and a scoff, his all knowing nod enough of an answer. “I’m glad you came back to try and find me. You swept me off my feet. I never imagined meeting someone and feeling connected to them so easily.” They’d gone through why it had hurt the first time they left without exchanging information and that sometimes; the soul just knows. The second time had just been a confirmation. Harry had really thought he was jumping the gun and he was a bit odd for liking her as much as he did but now he knew why.

“Me either. I’ll never take you for granted. Gave me the most beautiful baby and all your love. I couldn’t ask for more.” Y/N rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek, right where the dimple caved into his skin. It was her signature move when she had made him smile after their first few real dates to map out where they were so she could always aim there. “I’m just glad our dates can be much longer now. Speed dates with you aren’t long enough.” She twirled the wedding ring on his finger. “I need many lifetimes.”

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mlmxreader · 6 months

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Securing Reservations | Billy Butcher x m!reader

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↳ ❝ heyyy bud, is me Aldo on a brand new blog and I have a request :]

If you could write the prompt "Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard! You fucking bastard!" Whit Billy Butcher from the boys and an m!reader I would absolutely adore that!

Like maybe getting kicked out of a restaurant somehow or just him arguing whit somebody about restaurant reservations, also some soothing from the reader afterwards, anything unhinged and possibly gore-y is welcomed :]

Have a nice night too! - @slutordo ❞

: ̗̀➛ getting reservations for swank restaurants is a ball ache, but when it comes to you, Butcher is at least willing to try... however that looks.

: ̗̀➛ eyeball gore, gore, fighting, swearing, smoking

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You and Billy had decided a while ago that Sundays would be your date nights, as usually, there wasn’t much going on those days and it tended to be a lot quieter than normal; you both took turns planning where you would go and when, and while his ideas were often relatively small and intimate, yours weren’t exactly huge and extravagant either.

The biggest thing that the two of you ever did for date night was when you had had the idea of going into the city centre to check out the holiday markets that were littered along the high street; stalls adorned with various cheeses and chocolates and beers, clothing and jewellery, different little trinkets as well as every form of media from old school vinyls to blu-ray DVDs.

Billy wasn’t huge on the big and flashy, the lavish and luxurious; a pint down the pub and a takeaway chip shop meal would do just fine and he could grin and brag about it for the next week.

Yet, he knew that you deserved better than that; he scrimped and saved and skimped whatever he could, knowing that you deserved better than a pint down the pub and some shit Chinese takeaway.

He was trying his best, for fuck’s sake.

It was Saturday night, when Billy found a fancy restaurant that was taking cash reservations, but there were only a select few left, and the queue consisted of him and some fucking Vought cunt who proudly wore the company’s name on his briefcase beside his full name - Sean Patrick Bale; Billy clenched his jaw, eyeing him up.

He was muscular in build, but the type of muscle that was lended more to starvation and constant exercise rather than actual strength; neatly styled dark brown hair that came down to his white shirt collar; hazel eyes that were full of malice and contempt.

He wore a long black coat that went down to his calves, designer black shoes, designer black blazer, designer black trousers. Designer white shirt. Designer red tie with a subtle white pattern.

Billy knew the type, shallow and all shout flaunting Daddy’s money; he knew the type, middle class White men from suburbia who got into the big business because Daddy got him a high position job.

The type of cunt who went to that type of restaurant frequently; clearing his throat, Billy dared to approach, tapping him on the shoulder as he smiled falsely.

“Sean!” He hoped he sounded friendly enough as he leaned back slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Sean looked disgusted, sneering at Billy as he scoffed. “Who are you?”

Billy grinned, licking his lips. “Y’know, Donald! From accounting!”

Sean rolled his eyes, he never much cared about those on the floors beneath his office, so he sighed, and upon realising there were other people around, forced himself to smile. “Right! How could I ever forget! I’m so sorry, Donald! What are you doing here?”

Gotcha. Billy did his best not to laugh as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, smiling. “Well, I was just gonna book a reservation for me and my… partner.”

Don’t be too obvious, Butcher. He knew what Sean was like, the contempt held for anyone different. He had to watch his fucking mouth, but Sean merely shrugged as he nodded slowly.

“What a coincidence,” Sean hummed. “So am I.”

“Tell you what,” Billy hummed, taking a quick look around. “Why don’t we got a smoke, eh? Only us two here, anyway.”

Sean was apprehensive, but shrugged as he followed Billy into the alleyway; the fucking cunt kept muttering under his breath about how much he hated to spend time with underlings, and once the two were well out of earshot and eyesight, Sean sneered at Billy once again.

“Look, man, I’m not in any position to fucking promote scum like you,” he started, “and I’m certainly not going to fucking promote someone who dresses like he hasn’t seen an iron in years… do you even summer outside of the State? No. You’re just a-”

Billy didn’t hesitate, grabbing the back of Sean’s head and slamming it against the nearest wall; the bloody imprint stayed there as Billy dragged Sean’s face up and down the harsh bricks, slowly grating away the sloughing skin right down to the muscle.

But Billy wasn’t done, putting Sean on the floor and straddling his waist; he brought his fist up, slamming it down against his face again and again and again until he could hear the crunch of teeth falling from gums. The grinding of bone.

But the cunt was still breathing, so Billy pulled the knife from his back pocket, and shoved the blade into Sean’s eye; he could feel it pop as it deflated upon the blade, blood and fluid spurting as he dragged the knife out before slamming it into the other eye. He grinned as the blood spat upon his face.

“Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard!” Billy howled, plunging the knife into Sean’s throat and dragging it down to his sternum. “You fucking bastard!”

Panting heavily, Billy got up, and wiped the blood from his face on the back of his leather jacket before he went back to the restaurant; the only one in the queue, he managed to get the very last one available, and relief crashed over him like wildfire as he smiled calmly.

He checked his phone, and nearly grinned when he realised that he had a text from you asking to meet at the end of the street; a slight skip in his step, he was surprised when you prevented him from hugging you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows.

“What’d I do?”

You gestured to the wet patch on his leather jacket, daring to smile a little. “Care to explain?”

Billy shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and offering one to you. “Nothin’ really, just some cunt from Vought got in me way.”

“Billy,” you gently took his hand, examining his knuckles. “Look at your hand, love.”

He did as told, his gaze dropping to his knuckles for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak; but he knew that you were already a step ahead, as usual and as always, so he just raised his brow slightly, and frowned. “What?”

“I appreciate what you did,” you said soothingly, shaking your head before pressing a kiss to his bloodied and bruised knuckles. “But you don’t have to get violent, y’know. I would’ve been okay to have gone anywhere else.”

Billy scoffed, taking a step back as he lit up the two cigarettes. “Would you, though?”

You nodded, taking a long drag as you hummed. “Bills, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy to be and do whatever the fuck. I do not give a pig’s tit, as long as I’m with you.”

“I got the reservation.”

You grinned, doing your best not to laugh as you shook your head so fondly. “Fuck’s sake… you’re a nightmare, y’know, my favourite fucking nightmare.”

At that, Billy grinned. He knew that he had done right by you, and if he was honest?

The fight had taken a lot of the frustrations of the week from him as well; he was just about ready to take you home, to spend the night doing whatever you liked, and then getting to bed quite early.

He wasn’t so tense about everything, and he wasn’t so on edge either. But then he looked into your eyes, and even more of that tension dropped as he gently reached for your hand and held it rather tightly; not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough that you would know he was actually listening, and that he did actually want you to open your mouth.

“You’re too good for me,” he told you. “Y’know that, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes at the remark. “Billy. I’m your boyfriend. As far as I’m concerned? We’re good enough for each other as long as we’re happy.”

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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❝ want me ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis so i’ll be everywhere you’ll be and i’ll go anywhere you want me. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / non-idol!au / somewhat mutual pining / definitely pining of some sort besties / very soft scenes of angst / best friends to lovers / slight insecure reader / this will come as a surprise when you get to his part but junhui is not a love interest / sexual topics (just conversation and gyu + reader awkwardly in an adult shop) ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing mingyu x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 4.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note inspired by ‘want me’ by baby queen; synopsis is lyrics from the song. anyways i cant have another bias, gyu.

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You’d spend all day admiring him if you could without seeming like a literal psychopath outside of your daily schedules. Your best friend and housemate Kim Mingyu worked in a fancy suit and tie store you’d already expressively said was way out of his league - in the politest way, that is. In your eyes, Mingyu should have followed his college passion of fashion design yet he was spending his day greeting men with more money than him and showing them different coloured blazers. Yourself on the other hand had found yourself working at a local florist shop after you dropped out of college early. It was owned by a college senior who’d already graduated - Wen Junhui and you’d acquired the job through a close friend of yours, Lee Seokmin.

“What’s for dinner?” Mingyu commented as he kicked off his shoes, following you as he stretched his shoulders while you shuffled your coat off.

“Why don’t you cook for once?” You scoffed, looking over your shoulder at him as you walked through the entrance of your house together. Mingyu huffed, his suit blazer folded over his arm and a few buttons of his dress shirt were undone. Clearing your throat, you turned back around and flopped onto one of the couches in your living room.

“Y/n, I literally cooked last night,” Mingyu whined, placing his blazer on the back of dining chair before he sat on the other couch, “if you don’t want to cook we can just order food.”

You pursed your lips, folding your arms across your chest and he flicked through the TV menus using the the remote. Unfortunately you could still catch the way his arms flexed when he moved or the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped thanks to the muggy heat in the house out of the corners of your eyes and you loathed it. This was supposed to be anything but a crush - he was your best friend. The two of you joked that little college love affairs never made it far but it was like the trope was spiting you. Quietly, your phone pinged from your jean pocket and you pulled it out.

seokminnie: when is our next delivery boss junnie: tmrw boss junnie: why boss junnie: what have u done seokminnie: i DID NOTHING seokminnie: i feel betrayed seokminnie: anyways we got a semi decent order from some guy wanting to ask a girl out boss junnie: love how you call it semi decent seokminnie: well he’s supposed to be bringing a small gift tomorrow morning before he goes to work for us to put in the bouquet seokminnie: he wants it after his work tmrw y/n: seokmin do you know how to send things in one message seokminnie: don’t sound so middle aged y/n we’re in our 20s y/n: if it means you put coherent sentences together, i’d even let you call me a karen boss junnie: who is even scheduled for shift tomorrow y/n: not me chief seokminnie: me and heeyoung i think boss junnie: i’m coming in just to make sure you two dont fuck shit up seokminnie: yknow i’m starting to doubt if you like me

“Work group chat?” Mingyu quipped as you threw your phone down onto the couch beside you, tilting your head back as you tried to relax for a few moments.

“Mhm,” you hummed, not opening your eyes as Mingyu made a soft noise, “what are we ordering?”

“Well I was about to ask you that.” Mingyu chuckled and you grimaced, chewing the inside of your cheek as you raised your head and grabbed your phone.

“You choose, I’ll be in my room so call me when it’s here.” You sauntered to your room, not pausing to even see if Mingyu would argue your sudden disappearance as you shut your bedroom door with a sigh.

Things shouldn’t be this difficult, you thought as you fell onto your neatly made bed, ruffling the sheets. Yet you knew you were at Mingyu’s beck and call without him even acknowledging it and you had been for years. He could have told you to move out this morning and you’d be gone in a heartbeat if that’s what he wanted.

You sang softly to your music as you cleaned the house’s kitchen that you shared with Mingyu. It wasn’t overly messy but there were empty takeaway containers everywhere and some still had leftovers in that you would sort into tupperware for tonight’s dinner. Seeing things all over the counters frustrated you but it was a rare sight, Mingyu was a good hand at keeping the house in tip-top condition if you hadn’t already. Your phone’s notification sound interrupted the song playing momentarily and you groaned, hoping they weren’t calling you in to help with this bouquet order.

seokminnie: yah y/n y/n: no i’m not coming into work seokminnie: rude i don’t need you anyway seokminnie: but thats not why i’m here boss junnie: long story short, y/n your mate mingyu? y/n: what about him? boss junnie: is he seeing someone? seokminnie: she must be so pretty to get mingyu’s attention seokminnie: mr fashion expert

You held your phone away from your face, your hand shaking slightly as you looked around the kitchen and tried to process Junhui and Seokmin’s interrogation. Was Mingyu seeing someone? He would have told you but putting a gift in a bouquet of flowers would be definitely something he would do, he’d expressed he liked the idea in the comments of one of your instagram posts showcasing an example of said bouquet idea.

Clearing your throat as if they were expecting a response in person, you lifted your phone again.

y/n: idk he hasnt mentioned anything y/n: bet he chose nice colours tho

You put your phone down on the counter once more, leaning back beside it as you stared at the white lights in the ceiling and swallowed a suffocating lump in your throat. Maybe you’d fucked up the chance to finally be honest with your best friend and that thought was eating you alive. Not only that but Seokmin was right, she had to be pretty in order to get the Kim Mingyu’s attention - you’d long learnt that he was not only picky with most things but also his partners.

Mingyu came home slightly later than expected after he’d texted you to eat the leftovers without him. He carried this big beam on his chiseled face and radiated the most excitable aura as he entered the house, shuffling his extra items of clothing off as he made his way to where you sat in the living room. You glanced at him before continuing to paint your nails.

“I guess she liked the flowers?” You commented as you set yourself to focus on your task at hand. Out of the corner of your eyes, Mingyu faltered in the doorway and paused.

“How did you know-” Mingyu began to question as if you’d been stalking his date, causing you to cut him off.

“You went to my work place, Gyu. You expect Junhui and Seokmin to forget who you are when you literally live with me?” You quirked a brow, raising your head to look over at him. His face fell from its beam.

“Sort of,” he whispered, clearing his throat as he slowly moved to sit on his couch as he noticed the tense aura you’d created, “look I was going to tell you, y/n but you know how my past dates have gone and I didn’t want to say anything until it was a positive conversation.”

“You don’t have to tell me, you know?” You sighed, finishing your nails as you admired them slightly, putting the nail polish down carefully. Mingyu frowned, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Mingyu mumbled, his eyes glancing over your form as you sat in a pair of clean silk pajamas that still smelt of fresh cotton and laundry detergent. He looked over the yellow nail polish you’d chosen and the iced coffee you had sat on the coffee table in front of you or the way you had your crocheted blanket his friend Minghao had gifted you for Christmas over your legs that he bet you’d shaved. He knew your routine well, he knew fresh silk pajamas meant you’d shaved because you loved the feeling it had on your skin and bedsheets.

“Nothing, Gyu,” your voice was meek and quiet as you hung your head low in nothing but disappointment towards yourself, “I hope she treats you better than the last.”

boss junnie: y/n are you okay y/n: why are you texting me outside of the gc boss junnie: is it illegal??? y/n: if i say it is will you delete this convo boss junnie: i’m just trying to check on you omfg boss junnie: you called in sick but i know damn well it aint your hayfever y/n you work in a florist all year around y/n: gyu never told me he was talking to someone y/n: idk its stupid jun boss junnie: you still like him? after all these years boss junnie: damn y/n y/n: told you it was stupid boss junnie: ill be over in five

A soft noise came from your throat as you placed your phone down on the bed beside you, laying back down on your back as you sighed. Junhui was stubborn but he also knew you well for some reason, you’d considered Seokmin leaking your secrets but you weren’t interested enough to interrogate either of them and certainly not now since you’d been keeping yourself in your room rewatching your favourite TV series ten times over. Call it stupid, you’d reckoned since you wasn’t even dating Mingyu in the first place but this felt like heartbreak.

When another text from Junhui confirmed he was outside your front door, you slowly emerged from your bedroom quietly, listening to the mellow sounds of female laughter and Mingyu’s voice downstairs. A heavy lump formed in your throat and you hurried down the stairs, bee-lining it straight for the front door as you unlocked it and was met face-to-face with Junhui, who held a bouquet of baby’s breath mixed with roses. Your eyes fell to the bouquet and you cracked a soft smile, not missing Mingyu’s voice in the background as he stated “that’s my housemate, y/n.”

“Come in, do you want a drink?” You asked quietly, stepping aside for the tall male who simply showed his teeth in a grin, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, let’s just get you back to your room.” Junhui murmured as he slipped out of his canvas shoes. You let out an affirmative nod and turned on your heel, heading straight for the staircase and ignoring Mingyu’s calls for you in the living room as Junhui followed closely.

To Mingyu, he sat looking over his shoulder at the doorway since he knew you had no choice but to pass it if you’d headed to the front door. Mingyu assumed you’d ordered takeaway but he wanted you to quickly meet Jisoo - and he also wanted to see your face since you’d seemed to have avoided him as of recent. But all he got in response to his calls of your name was your figure saunter by, wrapped in your comfort blanket as you didn’t even acknowledge him and eventually, the tall figure of Junhui following behind you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands.

Mingyu cleared his throat, pretending that he wasn’t lowkey pressed over the situation but he was in fact wondering why Junhui was here at ten o’clock at night and especially with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Turning back to Jisoo, who was cuddled up to his side, he smiled sweetly - “she must not feel well, I’ll get her to meet you another day.”

With Junhui on your heel, you shut your bedroom door and let out a stressed sigh, falling to the carpeted floor with your blanket still wrapped around you - turning you into a swaddle of fabric on the floor. Junhui sighed, pouring some of your water from your bottle into your favourite vase that had been empty for a few months before quietly arranging the bouquet he’d brought you.

“What gift was it?” You uttered in a hushed voice from your gremlin form on the floor. Junhui made a noise, raising a brow as he turned to face you.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, his hands still dandily working on the flower arrangement he was creating.

“The gift Mingyu put in that bouquet,” you exhaled, finally raising yourself to shuffle over to your bed, “what was it?”

“If I tell you will you stop asking questions for the rest of the time I’m here?” Junhui finished his arrangement, sitting on the edge of your bed gently as you made a gentle noise, “I am here to distract you after all - but it was a bracelet.”

A sickly smile crossed your face as you nodded, further wrapping the blanket around you as you laid down and brought one of your teddies to your chest. You couldn’t help but reminisce all the times Mingyu would window shop jewellery with you and you wondered if he’d gotten a bracelet you pointed out once. Junhui shuffled to sit beside you, his back against your headboard and his lanky legs stretched out before him as he grabbed your TV remote.

“I was watching something.” You mumbled into the fabric around you and Junhui scoffed with a laugh.

“For the hundredth time? You could quote that by now,” Junhui mused and you narrowed your eyes up at the older male, who simply smiled down, “is your playstation connected? You wanted me to do a full playthrough of Resident Evil 7 for you because you’re too coward.”

“I’m not a coward,” you quickly interjected, somewhat offended by the male, “but yes it’s connected... thank you.”

Junhui brushed back the blanket covering your head to stroke unkept hair from your face with a faltered smile. You cracked one back, your lips chapped and slightly busted from where you had chewed them.

“Of course, y/n, now come on.” At his words, you shuffled to rest your head on his lap, still a little swaddled by your blanket and a teddy tucked into your chest as you watched him play. Junhui would occasionally stroke at your head, slowly brushing it with his fingers during cutscenes and what not.

You were slowly overcoming Mingyu and his new partner and Junhui kept you plenty company, even bringing takeaway some nights when he came to play horror games for you to watch because like he said, you were too coward to play them yourself - yet you still brought them knowing Junhui would happily play them for you. Eventually you returned to work, tending to the flowers as Seokmin and Junhui bickered behind you.

You were too lost in your own thoughts to acknowledge what they’d started bickering about this time, still debating how pretty this girl must be to have Mingyu so set on her. She must be so much prettier than you, you thought and proceeded to sigh. It hadn’t been long since you’d even had a dream where Mingyu had called you pretty and stupidly, your dream self had told him he was wrong.

“Y/n?” Seokmin whined, as if asking you for an opinion on their argument. You raised your eyes, glancing between the two men. Junhui quirked a brow before laughing.

“She hasn’t a clue what’s going on...” Junhui teased and you rolled your eyes, continuing to cut the stems on today’s delivery. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t.” You mumbled, not catching the frowns that fell onto the two men’s faces.

❝No offense but it makes no sense You're in her bed then you're driving home and playing my cassette Because you want me and you just don't know it yet❞

Humming to your music, you scrolled through the Spotify app on your laptop whilst you laid on your front, kicking your feet in the air mindlessly. Your eyes fell to the sidebar which showed what your friends were listening to and Mingyu was active, listening to the playlist you’d made for his car. You remembered begging him to let you make a playlist that you could play in his car and he was so reluctant but he grew on it. It surprised you that he was listening to it right now. You paused, recalling that he was going out with Jisoo today. Was he driving with her?

Slowly you began to come to terms with the situation. You shouldn’t be sulking in your room and avoiding Mingyu after all the years he’d been your best friend simply because of your own pathetic obsession with unrequited love and guilt of a missed chance with him. Sitting on your couch in the living room, you sipped your iced coffee as you thumbed through social media on your phone.

“I’m making steak tonight,” Mingyu called as he kicked shut the front door, causing you to lift your head as he appeared in the entrance way, “my treat.”

He grinned, his hands carrying flimsy plastic grocery bags that looked like they were just about to rip.

“Should probably put them down,” you gestured to the bags in his hands which caused him to hesitate as he looked down at them, “before you’re scrambling to pick up onions.”

Mingyu laughed awkwardly, nodding as he disappeared as quick as he had appeared. You listened to the rustling of the grocery bags fade into the kitchen before you let out a melodramatic sigh.

❝Be my guest, go on and waste your life inside her bed now I bet you get bored having sex Because you want me and you just don't know it yet❞

How the fuck you’d let Mingyu drag you into this shop, you had no bloody idea. In fact, you could barely drag him into it on a good day so now the roles were reversed you didn’t quite know how to process it. You flickered your gaze to Mingyu’s furrowed brows as he examined the multiple toys in front of the two of you. You were keeping your distance, just in case the staff assumed you were the girlfriend at hand here.

“Y/n help me,” he whined softly, turning to look at your stiff posture as your eyes widened, “why are you girls so difficult to please?”

“Maybe it’s down there,” you scoffed, gesturing to his crotch and Mingyu pouted, jutting his lower lip out in offense, “I don’t know. Has sex really got this bad with her?”

Mingyu sighed, standing straight once more - causing the male to tower over you again. One of your hands propped itself on your hip as another one stroked the silk material of a blindfold, not that you were debating it but you certainly had a thing for silk and it was heavily reflected in all of your pajama sets.

“I think, yeah,” Mingyu mumbled, tilting his head back and giving you a chance to examine that sharp jaw he’d refined with his gym obsession recently, “I guess I’m a little bored. Maybe she is too, but I just don’t seem to be doing anything right.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy for either of you.” You quipped, quirking a brow as you turned back to the toys in front of you. Recently every time Mingyu spoke of Jisoo, something negative was admitted. She was spending more time with her friends than him now, so he was seeing her less and now this.

Mingyu made a soft noise of acknowledgement, grabbing your wrist and leading you out of the stuffy store.

gyu: r u awake y/n: what do you want y/n: you’re not having my leftovers gyu: seriously y/n gyu: can i come to your room gyu: i’m on my way home rn y/n: are you driving?? y/n: wtf gyu y/n: you should have fucking called y/n: fine you can come to my room y/n: drive safe asshole

Mingyu’s knock on your bedroom door when he arrived home was almost mute but you still managed to hear it over the lowered volume of your TV, playing a video game playthrough you’d started in placement of missing Junhui’s gameplay - he said he’d start uploading some to youtube if it appealed to you though. You called Mingyu in, watching as he appeared in the slither of your door and shut it behind him. His eyes were red, his tanned cheeks tearstained and his hair a ruffled mess as you quickly sat forward.

“Gyu?” You whispered, knitting your brows together as you beckoned him to your bed from where he stood awkwardly by your door. He sauntered over, not uttering a word as he sat down on your plush mattress and sniffled softly.

“We should have seen the signs,” he laughed with a voice crack, a sickly smile on his face as he fell back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling, “she was cheating, y/n.”

Your face fell as you crawled across the bed to his side, resting your legs by his head so you could lift it gently onto your lap. Mingyu’s teary eyes fell to your figure above him. You cupped a hand to his face, frowning as you wiped a tear with your thumb.

“I’m so sorry, Gyu,” you choked out apologetically and he shook his head a little, leaning slightly into your other hand as it ran through his fluff of hair, “it seemed so good at the start too.”

“Too good to be true apparently,” Mingyu mumbled, one of his clammy hands reaching up to cup your hand on his cheek. It suffocated your skin in heat but you didn’t mind, “maybe it’s for the best I don’t date.”

You scowled, shaking your head as Mingyu’s other hand raised to rub his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his body as his chest rose and fell to calm his crying.

“Of course not, don’t be so stupid,” You scolded him, almost tempted to flick his forehead like you always did, “you’ll find someone Gyu.”

Every part of you wished it would be you, now that the deities above seemed to have opened a new chance for you to admit a year long obsession with your best friend but you held your breath, mentally shaking the thought from your head. Mingyu needed time and he needed you - as his best friend. His eyelashes fluttered shut and you hummed.

“Go get washed up and changed into something comfy, you can come watch playthroughs with me,” you stroked his cheek once more before you pulled away from the male, watching him rise to sit as he let out a soft yawn, “you can fall asleep in my bed if you want, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t be so stupid it’s your bed,” Mingyu scoffed, glancing over his shoulder at you before turning away, “actually, y/n, is it okay if we cuddle? You don’t have to-”

“Of course Gyu,” you cracked a smile at his request, watching his eyes light up a little as he looked over at you again, “now go on, you stink and I’m not cuddling you while you stink.”

❝So I'll be everywhere that you'll be And I'll go anywhere you want me Yeah, I'll go anywhere you want me Want me, want me if you want me❞

“Good day at work?” Mingyu chirped as you slid into the passenger seat of his car, your thighs already sticking to the leather seats in the South Korean heat. You let out a groan as you buckled your seatbelt in.

“I swear there’s too many wedding anniversaries recently - who even chooses summer to get married?” You whined as Mingyu began driving, listening as he laughed at your complaints.

“Plenty of people, y/n, it’s nice weather.” He rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers on the wheel as you sat in traffic. You huffed, puffing your cheeks out.

“Yeah, well it’s stupid,” you threw a tiny tantrum as you folded your arms across your chest, looking out of the car window, “I just want to run a bubble bath and chill.”

“About that,” Mingyu hummed and your eyes narrowed in his direction instantly, “ayo, lay off the daggers young lady, I just want to take you to the beach.”

You furrowed your brows momentarily, debating whether you should complain about Mingyu’s nice gesture but you ultimately decided to keep your mouth shut. Anyway, where ever Mingyu was you wasn’t far behind, so if he wanted to go to the beach than so be it.

By the time the two of you arrived at the coast, the sun had began its darkening red fade into the horizon, reflecting into the waves as you slipped off your sandals and wandered in the sand barefoot. Mingyu stood beside you in the shallow water, his socks and shoes beside yours not that far behind you in the sand.

“It’s so pretty.” You whispered as you let the breeze blow your hair and pleated skirt lightly, hugging you in light evening warmth. Mingyu hummed in agreement.

“Just like you.” He mused and you tensed, your body still as you debated whether this was the dream you’d had all those months ago.

“Yeah right,” you laughed lightly, a little awkward as you tried to process his compliment, “nothing beats the beauty of the sunset.”

Mingyu rolled his eyes with a scoff you barely heard over the sound of the waves.

“You’re so stubborn, you know?” Mingyu huffed and you opened your mouth to bicker at his statement but he continued speaking, leaving you to close your mouth, “How come you’re always on my mind? Ever since we were in college, I see you in every girl I try to date and even when things go south you’re always by my side to do whatever stupid request I think would comfort me. Even after all this time you’re by my side. Then it hit me - with Jisoo, maybe I wasn’t that heartbroken because I never truly found interest in her because the whole relationship I was thinking about you, why you’d been avoiding me and if you was okay. I saw you everywhere.”

The breeze suddenly stung at your eyes - at least that was what you was blaming as you became teary. Your teeth tugged at your lower lip, still somewhat smiling as Mingyu let out a loud sigh as if he’d just released years of pent up emotions out. Slowly, you looked up at him, catching him already looking down at you as the cool water splashed at your feet.

“Of course I’ll always be by your side,” you whispered, a tear rolling down your rosy cheek, “Anywhere you want me, I’ll be there, Gyu.”

“Is it too bold if I want you under my arm, y/n?” He mumbled, taking a step closer to your body and sheltering you momentarily from the breeze, “please give me a chance.”

You nodded, tip-toeing to kiss him but he’d already leaned down, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as if he would lose you if he was any looser with his grip. But you wasn’t going anywhere, for as long as he wanted you.

#cafeshuaaa #kim mingyu #seventeen #seventeen mingyu #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt mingyu #svt fanfic #svt #non idol au #want me baby queen #song inspired fic #afab!reader

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symphonic-scream · 8 months

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I'm bored and sick here's more from the

Age swap. I guess

Chariot Sae? Hockey player. Left wing. The first palace ruler (we'll say Kamoshida for now) got all riled up that she refused his threats and framed her for drug use. Planted some in her bag. That year she was thrown from her team, and she's trying to find some way to get back on

Her grades fell a bit, but once she awakens her persona, she'll be back on top. She places in the top ten for the second years. She, isn't the best for study help cause if the others don't get it after she explains it, she gets frustrated

She walks around with the school blazer open, the hoodie from her hockey team underneath. Skirt, those like. Idk athletic leggings type shorts? Worn down to her knees, slightly dirty sneakers

Munehisa still wears his hat, he's at Kosei, always chewing on a toothpick

Sae and Sojiro sitting up on the roof eating their lunches, joking about and lightly shoving each other. Chihaya nervously joining them one day, smiling all shy as she offers them each a snack

Then it's studying at the diner with Munehisa, Sae snatches his hat from time to time, he scowls as he tries to teach Chihaya something about history, Sojiro ignoring his papers to reconstruct the meals they ordered

Then, sitting in the attic of the ramen shop, each downing a bowl. Chihaya can't finish hers, passing the other half to Toranosuke, who looks all too happy. He even pours in a spice packet from his pocket. Sae and Munehisa try to see who can eat the fastest, both end up with noddles flicking up at their faces. Sojiro brings them each a cup of coffee he brewed and beams as they each enjoy the different blends he made for them

Then. Tae sits on Sojiro's bed, black mask on, trying to help Sae and Chihaya study for biology. Sae keeps playing slightly dumber for more attention. Tae knows. Sojiro, Munehisa, and Toranosuke play a board game at the table. Munehisa doesn't know the rules. He's guessing. He's also winning

A group picnic in the park. Ichiko takes photos with her camera, taking advantage of the golden hour lighting and the slowly falling leaves. Sae has a napping Tae against her, her big hockey jacket around her frail shoulders. Chihaya practices her fortune cards, telling Toranosuke about all the meanings. Munehisa and Sojiro lie back on the grass with toothpicks in their mouths, pretending to smoke and daze like old men

The ground floor of the ramen shop. Sae, Tae, and Toranosuke sit at the farthest table, going over notes about the prosecutor Akiren. Chihaya sits at the counter, pretending to listen to the mumblings of Takuto beside her. Munehisa is outside, running around the block to calm down, his need to punch the squirrely "dork" too much. Sojiro is behind the counter, silently keeping everyone's bowls and cups full. Ichiko sits closest to the door, watching their newest member silently.

December 24. The gang stumbles into the ramen shop exhausted, victorious. Tae is on Sae's back, Munehisa helping the Chariot lower the Hermit onto the couch in the attic. Chihaya and Ichiko drag spare futons from under Sojiro's bed, Toranosuke grabbing a dried pre-broth and dropping it in a pot while Sojiro warms up hot chocolate. The clock ticks over to midnight as the Phantom Thieves gather in the attic, quiet, but. Together

Sadayo and Wakaba appear soon after. They bring a tower of snacks, a cake for the victorious thieves, and a bottle of pain meds from the Sakura Clinic

In the coming months, they're met by a revived Takuto, who is. Not happy to be back, along with a broken Zenkichi. But they get through it

Some bits on the canon thieves!

Judgement Akiren is a very calm individual. Very thorough. That's the mask he wears. He's lonely at heart, but. Hey. It's loneliest at the top. The night he loses out on that promotion during Kaneshiro, he goes back to his empty apartment and throws a glass. Cleans up the shards with his hands, pours rubbing alcohol on his red hands and methodically bandages them. He claims his cat got upset he gave him a bath

Hierophant Ryuji, was always meant to be a dad. He's caring, goofy, and puts himself last. He cries silently in the hall during each of Tae's big appointments at the hospital, knowing the results won't be good. But, he brings in snacks from the vending machine, brings her a soda the nurses pretend they don't see, and he listens to her talking at length about her next round of trials

Devil Ann! This one I love. She's engaged to her lovely Shiho, who runs a quaint gay bar in the Red Light District. Ann is known for the celebrity gossip. Her panels get the real shit, while everyone else just goes for paparazzi shit. She treats them with respect, so she gets better stories. But, she's been losing sleep trying to get a story on the Phantom Thieves. She looks exhausted,

Fortune Yusuke is a starving artist. He sets up a stall on the streets of the Red Light District and he paints someone's soul. However, it's never pretty. Of course it's not, he's real about it. The human soul is, complex. But, people don't understand, so he struggles to get by

Hanged Man Makoto gets by. Barely. It's all for her sister she reminds herself day in and day out, lying in the alley by her shop, lip bloody as some asshole rookie cops laugh as they walk away. Her business is honest, and she's plagued by what she's done in her youth but, she has a greater purpose. And it's keeping Sae safe and healthy

Death Futaba treats medicine as her final frontier. Nothing gets in her way of coming up with a cure. Well, the law does. But in the walls of her private practice, disguised as a family clinic, she works day and night to come up with new experimental drugs. All she needs is a willing test subject...

Temperance Haru has lived a difficult life. She refused to marry the man her father asked her to. She slapped him when he tried to touch her. As such, she was blocked from the family finances, and fends for herself. The amount she makes as a school teacher barely covers her rent and food, so. She works for a, service, one she's less than proud of. She tends to lower herself into a near boiling bath when she returns home, only to scrub her skin raw to lose the feeling of the eyes and hands on her body

Haru is the homeroom teacher of the Shujin second year students in the gang, minus Sae. She treats her students with respect, and cares for all of them. Though, she is usually the one who finds brawling students and has to call their guardians. Makoto receives many calls

Oh right, I should talk about how old the team are

Sojiro, Sae, Chihaya, Munehisa, Tae, and Takuto are second years. Sojiro and Chihaya are in the same class, Munehisa is at Kosei, and Takuto and Sae are in the same class. Tae won't be attending school until after the first term of their third year, when she's finally far enough into recovery to be at school day

Ichiko is their only first year until Zenkichi, and Toranosuke is their third year

#age swap au #persona 5 age swap au #joker p5 #makoto niijima #haru okumura #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa #sae niijima

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shoujo-wizard · 9 months

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some more steddie thoughts

I love love love transfem Stevie so so much!! She struggles with her gender all through public school, dreaming of college & getting to be herself on a campus far away from her parents

But then she doesn't get into any of the schools she applied to or she gets wait listed, so her parents cut her off, making her get a job, she gets one at Scoops Ahoy & hates hates hates the boys uniform & is so so jealous tht Robin gets a cute uniform then something something something they nearly die together in the mall fire but Stevie gets them out & she bonds with Robin & when Robin comes out to her Stevie does the same

Cut to: Robin & Stevie at the goodwill in the city on a shopping spree for clothes tht fit their gender expression, Robin finds a blazer & a pair of men's dress pants tht she likes, Stevie finds a sundress tht she wears in the privacy of her home with all the shades drawn closed

Cut to: Stevie & Robin procured fake ID so they can get into a club in the city tht serves a certain clientele, Stevie had Robin teach her how to do her makeup & she helped Robin tame her hair, then they're in the club & dancing & drinking, next thing Stevie knows someone has bought her a drink & she's making out with a hot guy in the dingy bathroom & the guy doesn't care she has a dick, the night ends with Stevie & Robin eating greasy burgers at a diner a few blocks away from the club tht they found by following a herd of drag queens

It's the best night of Stevie & Robin's life, they don't get back to Hawkins until the sun is up

Cut to: they've defeated Vecna, Eddie has been cleared of all charges with everything pinned on an invented escaped convict, everyone got medical care, signed the necessary NDAs after a large payout

Eddie gets released from the hospital & he grows closer with the party, especially with Stevie & Robin, Robin comes out to Eddie so Stevie does too & soon the 3 of them r planning to leave Hawkins together with Stevie applying to a cosmetology school nearby Robins college & Eddie applying to any job tht might take him, so Robin gets into college & Stevie gets into the cosmetology school & Eddie finds a decent enough job & they prepare to leave Hawkins in their dust

Cut to: a farewell party meant for all the older kids now young adults, Stevie comes out to the party all at once, Dustin hugs her & calls her his sister, & there's just a general acceptance for who she is

The next day Stevie is at the wheel as the 3 of them drive off into the late summer morning

Cut to: they've settled into the city & even found a gay bar or 2, it's the last Saturday before classes begin for Robin & Stevie so the 3 of them r celebrating at 1 of the bars, then Stevie is getting hit on by some1 she isn't interested in & Eddie is cutting in & leading her away, then they're in a hallway tht leads to the bathroom & they're kissing

The next day Stevie & Eddie have a conversation where they confess to the other & they decide to be together as a couple & Robin tells them it took them long enough because she's also in the room because these 2 dinguses r having their very serious relationship talk in the kitchen while she's trying to eat her cereal

Genuinely might write this out as a one shot

#shoujo says #steddie

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canoetrends · 1 year

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jayden-okayden · 1 year

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“Can I call you pretty?” Sean Macguire/Reader- SFW

“Sean, Arthur, and Reader go on a run to rob a side business in a high-society bar in Saint Denis, and things go a bit off track. Arthur is caught in the middle of an argument, as usual with the two.”

Howdy! I apologize for not having updated here in a hot minute- but hopefully things are going to start getting back to normal soon. This fic was entirely made because of a conversation a friend and I had about Sean having to wear fancy clothes, so enjoy the 1.6 k words result!!

CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

You and Sean weren’t a couple. Well, not officially, at least. But you flirted on the regular, were together more often than not, and he was almost constantly calling you silly pet names like “Darlin’” and “Sunshine.” When he told you of robbing a fancy saloon, (although you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the idea of a saloon that wasn’t always dirty, with windows and furniture constantly being broken in drunken brawls.) that was a front for money laundering, you agreed to accompany him and Arthur, thinking, what was the worst that could happen?

He even took you into town before hand, “buying” you a nice, new set of clothes. When he rushed out of the store to you and the horses, you simply raised a brow, asking how much the clothes he just got costed, he replied “Oh, right! That’s the ol’ Macguire classic, five-finger-discount!” Much to your amusement. The angry shop-keep suddenly burst out of the store, and you both jumped onto your horses, speeding out of town in record time.

And now here the three of you were, riding into Saint Denis in a stagecoach, dressed in suits that honestly made you laugh when you first saw the other two men wearing them.

When you reached the saloon, you all hopped out, and Sean payed the driver, clapping him on the shoulder before following you and Arthur into the noisy establishment.

You had to admit, the Irish man was right in his description of the place. It was nothing like other saloons. Just from a glance, you could see every person in there had pockets absolutely stuffed with money. Even the music playing was more high-class than other bars, and your fingers itched at the idea of lightening a few patrons wallets.

Arthur seemed to know exactly where your mind was going, and you flinched when he put his hand on your lower back.

“No pickin’ any pockets. We’re goin’ to find a seat, have a drink, and figure out who’s the best to get information from on the back-business.” You sighed, nodding and taking Seans arm to lead him to a table near the back of the saloon.

After around ten minutes of sitting in comfortable silence at your booth, Arthur sat up straighter in his chair, leaning forward to you and the gingers side of the table.

“Man in a white blazer, over there. He’s been going back and forth from the bar to the hallway into the kitchen. He’s definitely not a cook or staff. He came out once with his arm around a younger mans waist.” He whispered, and glanced at you with a look you knew all too well.

“Wha- No. I’m not doing that again.” You hissed, and the brunette took to a more pleading expression.

“I ain’t! Last time I did, I ended up getting two of the buttons on my shirt ripped off, AND a bite on my throat that forced me to wear a scarf for nearly a week and a half in the dead of summer!” You snapped, and Arthur sighed.

“Please? I wouldn’t ask if I had another idea.” He implored, and when you looked to Sean for a bit of help, the fool just looked away, tapping his fingers against the table edge. You huffed dramatically, standing up from your chair suddenly.

“Fine. But you both owe me.”

Sean thought it would be easy. He thought he could just sit in his seat and not worry. But now he felt guilty, and he found himself glancing toward the saloon doors every five seconds. You and the suspect had vanished into the back of the establishment after only like, ten minutes of you chatting him up at the bar counter. Now we were at eight minutes and twenty seven seconds of you being (presumably) alone with him, and the Irish man found himself getting closer and closer to barging in, guns blazing. His leg was bouncing incessantly, and no matter what he told himself, all he could think about was “what if he just sent you into the lions den?”

Arthur kept calming him down, but that didn’t matter one bit when he heard something slam in another room. Shooting up from his seat, he took off toward the doors, relieved that Arthur didn’t seem interested in stopping him.

Throwing the door to the back room open, Sean felt a wave of relief flood over him when he saw you standing over the man you left with, holding a bloodied knife as you smoothed out your dress shirt that was almost halfway undone. He rushed to your side, and you looked up, wiping the blood from your lip.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about me Macguire.” You hummed, smirking at the redhead as he scoffed and turned to search for the money. You grinned, clearing your throat and holding up a stack of cash triumphantly.

“And as usual, I’m one step ahead of you.” You continued, and Sean grunted in response, crossing his arms as you divvied out the money to the other two men, giving the gangs share to Arthur to bring back to Dutch. You glanced at Sean again, and took note of his sour expression.

“What’s got your drawers in a twist, Macguire?” You asked, tilting your head to catch his eye. Sean huffed, running his hands through his hair.

“I just don’t understand why we couldn’t have just come back here when no one was watchin’, eh?” He snapped, and you jumped back as he waved his arms to exaggerate his displeasure.

“Ye’ dinna’ need to do all that whorin’ when we could’ve done it just as easily together! Makes a man wonder if you’re really all’at’ put off by it.” He finished, and you froze, eyebrows shooting up as you stared incredulously at him.

“I beg your pardon? You addle-headed Irish prick! I only did it because Morgan goddamn told me to!” You shouted, getting in his face. To your right, you heard Arthur clearing his throat quietly. The redhead scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m sure ye’ would do whatever he wanted if it was Morgan tellin’ ya’! You’ll do anythin’ to get a good fuck, eh?” The words barely left Seans mouth when your fist connected with his jaw, resulting in a satisfying crunch before he was knocked backwards onto the floor. He yelped, and grabbed his cheek in his hand while looking up at you furiously. You sneered, spitting at his feet and speaking.

“Find yer’ own way home, you fuckin’ pig. Arthur and I are gettin’ a stage back for ourselves.” You snarled, turning and leaving him on the ground as you urged the other outlaw out of the room.

The coach ride to where you left the horses was entirely silent, and Arthur only spoke up while you were leading your horses into a trot.

“Can I offer some friendly advice?” He asked quietly, and you took a calming breath before responding with a “depends.”

“I think you should talk to Sean later. He only yelled at you like that because he was worried sick about’chu when we were waitin’ to come get ya’.” He suggested gently, and you clenched your jaw.

“I ain’t sayin’ what he said was okay, but there’s more goin’ on than just him bein’ an ass.”

“I no longer want your advice, Arthur.” You replied, and you heard an exasperated sigh over the sound of your horses hooves hitting the dirt road.

“Just think about it, alright? He cares about you. That much is clear as day.” He finished, and you rode back into Shady Belle in silence.

You had been sitting with Arthur, Charles, and Tilly around the campfire for about thirty minutes when Sean finally arrived back, and when you saw who it was, you turned back in your seat so quickly you felt like you nearly snapped your neck. (As much of an exaggeration as that is.)

Sean of course, came over to the group before long, and you stood from your seat with an unintentionally(?) loud, inconvenienced sigh. You ignored the look Arthur gave you, making your way to your tent.

Just as you unfastened the flaps, a hand was on your shoulder, and you turned to see Sean standing behind you, a guilty look on his face.

“What?”

“Er- I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier.” He said quietly, looking at the ground. You raised a brow, and he continued.

“I dinna’ mean to insult ye’, I was just so worried about what was goin’ on while you were alone with that pig. That’s not to excuse what I did, but I just wanted to let ye’ know that..” You stared at the redhead while he trailed off, waiting.

“Know what?”

“That I.. care.. for ye’. Differently than the rest of these fellers’. I see them as brothers, but with you..” You grinned as he trailed off again, and stepped closer to press a kiss to his lips.

“I fancy you too, Sean.” You hummed as you pulled away, and had to stifle a laugh at the star-struck expression he now wore. Backing into your tent, the laugh bubbled out as he nearly tripped following you, securing the tent behind himself.

You took his hand, kissing him again.

“Yer’ very pretty, darlin’. Er- can I call you pretty? Is that weird to call a man pretty?” He asked, nervously stumbling over his words in a way that warmed your heart.

“Sean?” You cut off his rambling, and he started, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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killabratzzcherri · 2 years

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includes: bonten!mikey self-indulgence // quick drabble [a comfort fic if you will, I had a dream about him and I’m dying to write it out. I’m not good at dialogue so pls bear with me]

Today was just not your day.

From the moment you woke up you knew that today wasn’t gonna be one of best. The sky’s were dark and gloomy even though it was in the middle of summer, forcing you to cancel your beach trip with your friends that afternoon. Your boyfriend, Mikey, was not in the bed next to you when you woke up. Which wasn’t surprising since he is a busy man but still a downer on the already gloomy day.

Due to your free time, you decided to head into work just to occupy yourself for the day instead of sitting home. However, upon entry you were called into your boss’ office and promptly scolded for an assignment incorrectly done by one of your colleagues. Instead of defending yourself, you quietly bowed your head, receiving the scolding without issue and apologizing for their incompetence for making a mistake.

From there on the rest of the day only went downhill. When you returned to your desk you could see a group of your female coworkers snickering at you, the coworker that made the mistake standing in front. You ignored them, not caring enough to give them a reaction and keeping a cold expression. During lunch, one of the female coworkers bumped into you, causing your hand to slip and drop water onto your white blouse. Not only making your shirt wet but also transparent, a hazing image of your bra and cleavage on display for not only them but also your male colleagues. They ogled at your breasts and your eyes instinctively twitched as the coworker pretended to be apologetic and wipe at your shirt with a napkin.

You didn’t care for her fake kindness, especially when you could see her struggling to keep her smile hidden. You pushed her away, a little harder than you should’ve, and told her it was fine it wasn’t. It didn’t help that you had a meeting in a few minutes, so you put on your blazer and carried on, even if the wet clothes felt uncomfortable you pushed through with a tight smile.

By the end of the day, you were seriously on the brink of giving in to your violent thoughts. You had a past of anger issues and blowing up in a violent rage, but you went to anger management classes and therapy, learning to control your anger and even dispelled some of it. But you couldn’t fully hate your anger issues, it was how you met Mikey after all. Although you did consider yourself lucky that Mikey himself wasn’t in a bad mood that day as you probably would’ve been killed for your angry outburst.

To be fair, he was in the house of your friend who you’ve been trying to help get better after her past addiction and criminal past. So it was understandable of you to get hostile when you see a bunch of scary-looking men in her small apartment. It took a minute for your friend to calm you down and even then you still were glaring at the blonde, which he later confessed was weirdly attractive.

After that encounter you ran into him at a shop buying dorayaki and taiyaki. You saw him first and you saw the way his almost lifeless eyes lit up like that of a child’s. You couldn’t help the faint blush that dusted your dark cheeks. Gathering all your courage you approached the man with a indifferent demeanor, paying for his food as a sort of apology for blowing up on him before. He of course looked at you suspiciously but you ignored it in favor of trying to start a conversation with him. Surprisingly he entertained your attempts at small talk and talked to you about the mundane subjects you brought up. Ever since then you two have formed a relationship that soon blossomed into a romantic one.

He was quick to tell you early on about the work he did and how dangerous it was, and that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. It was a little hard at first to accept that he could be so mean but you soon came to the conclusion that as long as he was good to you and faithful then it didn’t matter the things he did.

You were knocked out of your reminiscing when you saw a man stealing your car, the same car that Mikey had given you for your birthday.

“HEY,” you shouted but it was to late. The man was already in your car and quickly drove off with a loud screech of the tires.

Thankfully you didn’t have anything of importance in the car but it’s value was more sentimental than monetary it was a really expensive car though. You tried to run after it but it was to fast. You yelled in aggravation and stomped your foot, which in turn broke the heel of your shoes making you stumble and lightly twist your ankle.

By now, you were beyond angry. Your body was trembling in suppressed anger and the breathing exercises your AM teacher taught you was futile at the point. The pitying and judgmental stares didn’t help as you pathetically limped, basically barefoot, to your home. Still soaked in water, near barefoot, injured, and throughly humiliated. Instead of feeling angry, you felt defeated and wanted to cry.

You trudged into your penthouse, just wanting to lay in your bed and have the day be over with. But of course, the gods hated you and wanted you to suffer more as you came face-to-face with your boyfriend in all your humiliating glory. You could see the widening of his eyes from shock at your form. That was the final straw as the dam holding your tears back broke and you let out a choked sob.

Mikey was quick to rush over to you worried, “baby baby, what’s wrong? don’t cry” he spoke hurriedly, checking over your body for wounds. He saw your dirty feet and swollen ankle and grew even more worried and confused. You weren’t any help as you continued to cry to yourself. He gently picked you up bridal style and walked you over to the couch, propping your foot up on the coffee table.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, I’ll be right back, I’m going to get the frozen peas to ice your ankle ok?” He said looking up at you from where he knelt. You nodded as you sniffled trying to gain your composure. Mikey quickly went to the kitchen and got a pack of frozen peas from the freezer. During this you took off your damp blazer and unbuttoned your still wet blouse, freeing yourself from most of the uncomfortable wet clothes feeling. You didn’t care if Mikey saw you half exposed as he’s already seen you naked anyways.

He came back and helped you carefully take off your ruined stockings. He took a closer look at your twisted ankle and made sure it wasn’t anything serious. The whole time you were glaring at your foot, as if it was the bane of your existence.

“Thankfully you only twisted it, just keep ice on it to keep the swelling down and keep it elevated. Ya know, the usual shit”, he said, placing the frozen pack on your ankle and looking up at you. He frowned at the sight of you glaring off at nothing, obviously angry at something or someone. He’s known you long enough to know when your actually angry or just frustrated, and you’re angry.

Sure he wasn’t really the the emotional type since he grew up, but he still cared for you and it was upsetting to see you upset. Mikey got up and lifted you up to where he was sitting where you sat and put you on his lap. The action startled you and you directed your glare towards him.

“Let me go Mikey,” you spoke, moving to get out of his hold. Secretly, you enjoyed his embrace and didn’t want to move but you were angry and in a mood. A shock of pain from you ankle caused you to recoil and gave Mikey ample opportunity to tighten his grip around your waist and pull you back into his chest.

“Babe what’s wrong with you? What happened today?” He questioned, eyeing your discarded wet shirt. You hugged and turned away from him, fighting the urging to tell him off and say that it wasn’t his business. Instead you scowled at the wall, “just a bad fucking day, my ass of a boss wants to get on my ass for something I didn’t even do, then bitches wanna test my goddamn patience as if I won’t sock a bitch and some bastard stole your car, I’m really sorry about that and I’ll find a way to pay you back, and by the fucking grace of God my heel fucking broke so I not only twisted my ankle but I had to walk all the way here basically barefoot. So ex-fucking-cuse me if I’m a little heated right now,” you rambled off letting your emotions flow out into the open.

You were starting to feel the tears coming back but you kept going, “and then I find you here which is honestly great in itself but you have to see me so vulnerable and disheveled and I feel so damn powerless. I feel like I have no control over anything today and I can’t fucking calm down,” you could feel the tears streaming down your face again as you vented about your feelings.

Mikey didn’t say anything but sat there and listened. He raked his hand up and down your waist soothingly, letting you get all your emotions out. It hurt his heart to see you like this, to see you so discouraged when you’re usually the one to uplift him. When he heard you stop talking and felt the slight tremors of your body as you cried, he spoke.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s gonna be alright. So what if your coworkers don’t like you? You’re better than all of them and they’re just jealous of you. Don’t worry about some stupid car, you don’t have to pay me and I’ll just get you a new one, you were due for an upgrade anyways.” He comforted, turning your face back towards him by your chin and wiping the tears from your eyes, giving you a his signature smile.

“And don’t come with that ‘powerless’ and ‘calm down’ bullshit. You’re THE Y/n L/n. The most feisty and sassy woman I know, the one who will stand up to anybody. Don’t ever downplay your anger when it’s rightfully there. Hell, I fell in love with you because of your anger and sassiness. You’re the woman I am in love with and that’s all that matters”

His words only served to bring more tears to your eyes as you finally relaxed into his embrace and let out a loud cry. You turned your body to lean your head into his shoulder and cried out your frustrations, wetting his shirt with your tears but neither of you cared.

Mikey let you cry and ran his fingers through your hair. He stared at the wall with a dark expression, already making plans to get you out of your job and punish those who made you cry. When Mikey heard a soft snore coming from you, he couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at how quick and easy it was for you to fall asleep.

He picked up your sleeping form and carried you to the shared bedroom, mindful of your ankle, laid you on the bed and put the covers over you. He wiped your face clean of tears and snot as he stared at your peaceful face. He kissed your forehead before walking out of the bedroom and back into the common area.

Mikey picked up his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang for a few seconds before the other person on the line picked up.

“Sanzu, I have a new job for you”

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reddancer1 · 2 months

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Art Deco is a design era with geometric patterns and modernization of every day items. From cars, architecture, furniture, fashion and everyday household items, these designs told the world that you have style.

Let’s face it, men are difficult to shop for. Christmas, birthdays, anniversary, it doesn’t matter, their tastes are unique and if they want something very specific, they would probably prefer to purchase themself. But for the men appreciates something vintage, especially clothing, there is always the sure fire gift. The vintage tie. Vintage clothes already says I’m I’m looking to live in a world of uniqueness, quality and beauty. These vintage clothes have held up for decades, I still don’t have the sweater from last year. These ties are colorful, fun, and tell others that I have something to say, and these clothes are going to say it for me. That’s the purpose of fashion. However, to understand any vintage, cars, architecture, furniture, or clothing, it’s first best to know some of the history behind it.

History

The origin of the necktie comes from the 17th century Croatian soldiers who wore a piece of cloth around their neck as part of their military uniform. King Louis XIII liked the look of this and adopted it in to his kingdom and named it La Cravate. Different kingdoms added this look displaying their royal colors representing their castle almost like wearing a family crest or a flag on your chest. England’s King Edward VII developed a University system that each private schools had their own unique color on a tie identifying what school they attended, like the famous Oxford or Harvard ties. The Ascot tie is almost like a handkerchief around your neck , it was seen at high holidays and military ceremonies.

During the 1800s exclusive businessmen club’s had their crest patterns on their tie showing exclusivity of the organizations they belonged. In the American West the Bolo tie became popular with a long strand of braided leather with decorative metal tips secured with a piece of silver in the middle. The brown bow tie was a solution to the working class so it didn’t get in the way of machinery in factories, then colorful bow ties were adopted with the young upper class and and also with stage entertainers think of a barber shop quartet.

In the 20th century the black bow tie was used for the tuxedo. However most of the long neck ties were a simple one piece of cloth that after several years became flimsy and didn’t stay in place. Men began wearing vests with a suit keeping their tie tucked in and in place. Although there were several innovations of men’s neckties these changes came slow until something revolutionary happened in 1924.

the 1920's

In 1924 Jesse Langsdorf, a New York taylor cut a three angular segments of fabric and sewed them together creating the Langsdorf tie. These Langsdorf ties start out narrow and become wider at the bottom and end with a sharp triangle. Almost all modern ties are made this way today. Because these ties no longer needed to be tucked in into vests, jackets became wider, looser and evolved into the a more casual blazer. Different knots were introduced showing there are several ways to tie a tie.

The Duke of Windsor created the Windsor knot, and there is the Grantchester, slip knot and the Pratt tie. Soon men found new designs on their tie as an extension of one's personality and expresses emotion and mood. In the roaring 20s F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote in length about the clothes his characters wore. In the Great Gatsby he wrote about how Gatsby wore a white flannel suit, a silver shirt and a bright yellow tie. Nick Carraway wore a bow tie making him look more studious and junior like.

Jazz musicians in the 20s wore loud bright colorful ties some at the Harlem Apollo Theater painted their ties to reflect the lights while on stage. In the 1930s and early 40s The Zoot Suits was a comedy team at the Harlem’s Apollo Theater thought up by Ernest "Skillet" Mayhand. During his shows the dancing men wore a broad-shouldered drape jacket, balloon-leg trousers and a flamboyant hat with loud bright yellow silk ties.

These suits became popular with Hispanic and Cuban young men. In Los Angeles as young local men were sent off to fight in the war many Hispanic workers replaced their jobs and were often seen wearing these flashy suits around town. After there was a local unsolved murder Hispanic men wearing these suits were blamed causing a race riot known as the Zoot Suits Riot.

After WW2

After the war in the 1950s came an explosion space age shapes, fins on our cars, giant signs on bowling alleys and colorful triangles on our ties. In the 60s ties got narrow and darker colors. In the 70s fabrics of rayon and polyester became popular and ties became wide with muted earth colors of orange and browns.

In the 80s came a resurgence of the bright and colorful silk tie. Ralph Lauren got his start in the clothing business by selling ties in New York and moved up to be head of wardrobe on the Robert Redford’s version of the Great Gatsby. He opened a chain of stores along with Brooks Brothers and became a part of the fashion era of the young YUPPY professional 80s look combined with the style of a well dressed sporty looking man. Many 80s musicians wore skinny ties and in the 90s more of the character ties became popular, like a tie with Space Jams’s Bugs Bunny on it. Today men are wearing less ties in this casual world which makes us hold on to the vintage Art Deco ties with all the more reverence. So this Christmas season browse eBay, Etsy, Poshmark, and always support your local vintage stores.

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