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wolfytoothy · 6 months

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Crush,crush,crush Pt.1

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You never relized it till you were ending the school year, but you had a crush on Miles. Yes that quiet handsome kid that would almost never come to school. But some how still passed. Who would dissappear randomly and show up back again. The one that bearly talked and the one that the whole school nearly feared. The good student, and cold as ice.

Yea, Miles G. Morales. Your Crush. And lemme tell. You had it down bad. Like real bad.And it went on to the next year.

You and your girls were walking down the hallway, till miles walked past you. You accidentally made eye contact with him and he catched this. He gave you a nodded and kept walking to his locker. As soon as he was out of ears reach, you immediately jumped up and down slightly. "How can someone already handsome, get more handsome-er gang. Oh my god" you said looking back at him.

"Wait who?" Jovie asked. "Girl obviously pretty boy" Josie said pointing at him as they came to a stop at there destination. Josie pointed back to Miles who was only 7 lockers away. A group of boys aproched him. Making your friends start acting up as well .

"Ohhh, he friends with Tyrell, Isaiah, and Duante. My man Isaiah. Yes sirrr" Jovie smirked as she opened the locker. "And my man Tyrell. Yess bitch" Josie said opening her locker.

"Oh, who's that" Nikki said staring at the Asian male. "Oh I think that's Duante... Yea thats Duante, your man right J.B" you asked looking at J.B,

"soon to be man" Nikkie remarked, teasing J.B.

"stoooopp" J.B. wines. "No not Duante, him" Nikki said looking intently at him. You followed her line of sight, pin pointing the females interest. You eyes immediately landed on ganke. "Oh girl thats Ganke" you informed as you opened your locker, and shut it again. "What you like him" you asked already knowing her answer due to the big ass blush on Nikki's face. "N- no. Shut up" she stammered as the rest of us laugh.

The bell run making everyone rush to there classes.

Time skip:

It was a free period and you and the girls were in the gym just chilling. But some of the guys came and saw there girl friends so it was just you, Nikki and J.B. It was basically the end of the day for you. Concerning nearly everyone is in normal clothes around campus.

J.B. had on black leggings with an optimus prime t- shirt with blue Nike.

Nikkie had on red lea tard with black sweatpants and red Jordan's.

And you had a unitary tank romper and a Grey jacket, as long with you favorite pair of Jordan's.

The trio sat on the bleachers and just talked. "And come to find out me and him have all the same classes" you said

"HA, watch you guys are dorm mates" J.B. joked making me and nikkie laugh You were so into the conversation about miles,that you didn't realize he and his little trio walked in. Him, Duante, and ganke.Yes they were making noise but you only glaced at them and when on with the convo.

They sat on the other side of the gym. Far away. But still in ear shot. "Hol on. We got to catch up on Miles. You know how me and J.B. fell in love with dem and seen us go complte stupid when around. What about you" Nikkie said crossing her arms.A blush appeared on your face just at the thought of miles. "Girl. Don't get me started on that man miles" you giggled. That's when the boys started ease dropping.

"Girl, when I tell you, I fell in love with him in the middle of 8th grade. All the way through" you giggled again.

"Bruh how'd it happen",

"It all started when we were paired together. It was a week assignment. But the more I looked at him the more I started to like his face. And part I'd his personality he showed.I personally think he's very cute, like you can not tell me other wise. Like that's my man, but he don't he my man. Like lemme tell you I have gone full delulu" you giggled again.

"Girl the demonic giggles is crazy" Nikkie joked making us laugh."No,But tell me why this man all of a sudden got hotter.like he got taller, his hair longer, that jaw line got sharp. Like"

"Girl how the fuck you notice that" Nikki asked

"Cuz nigga I pay attention,"

"So what your saying is, you fell for his looks, what if he's disrespectful, what if he a man where, and had multiple bitches on the low, nigga what if he toxic. What then?" J.B. asked.

"Oh nah baby, I know. I know he respectful. And plus he doesn't sag and throw up random gang signs every 30 seconds. Trust baby I know" you say totally confident.J.B. and Nikkie gave eachother a look. J.B crossed her legs and Nikkie rolled her eyes in imusment. "Okay. Were the proof tho" J.B. asked, awaiting your answer.

"Yea Any proof, you never know if bud be thuging. All that must just be a cover up from his real intentions and personality, so people can only assume good things bout him" nikkie said. "Mhm, you never know if he a rapist, you never know" J.B. agreed while rocking back and fourth. "Yup, you never know if that bitch smokes, vapes or take drugs, you never know"

"mhm, but just know, if he do any of that shit, trust baby we will force you to fall out of love" J.B. remarked.

You looked at them like they were stupid. " wa- nigga" you looked around as if you were asking who they talkin to.

"Oh baby's I know you ain't fucking talkin'. Nikkie you fucking vape. J.B. you don't vape cuz of ya asthma, the last time you took a hit, you had a asthma attack in the middle of class. And J.B. you take drugs every day. One for your ADHD, one for your allergy, then you got one to help you breath and you take melatonin. And not to mention BOTH you bitches had a fucking crush on the prowler, so I really don't wanna here it. Respectfully" You snapped back.

"Wow,wow,wow. Wait. Wait. Nigga" Nikkie laughed. "Opp-, Not you exposing us, bro there's people here, they don't need to know that information,😭" J.B. laughed

"And I'll do it again. I'll expose y'all more. But I don't apologize for being hostile. You guys are just so over protective, like damn" you chuckled.

"True, so give us a good reason to like his ass, and i think buddy has a glaring problem. I mean yea he never sags, he proly the only boy in his friend group that don't sag."nikkie pointed out.

"Mmmm,Not true, Ganke,and that kid Angel, Saint, and some what Isaiah, they don't sag."J.B. informed while tampering with her afro. "True, but I don't see buddy smile, grin, angry, he shows nothing. It's kinda unsettling. I'm starting to think he had no childhood, the only thing closet to him showing emotion was him mean mugging people".

"No, I just think sum happened to him and it changed him, cuz there's no way someone is born cold. He was probably made into a cold person..."J.B. explained

"... like you" you said.

"Yes- Wait. Am I cold person? Im not a cold person"

"Yea, around other people, but when you around us, and we get you riled up, you show your true self but it's kinda suppressed. And my cousins the same, and my Aunty"you explained.

"So if your like that. Then he must be. Okay, so his a complete mystery. Got it" Nikki nodded.

"Well not to me, I can tell some things about him" you shrugged.

"Wait we getting off topic here, I say you only fell for his looks and not personality. You say you did fall for is personality, by the way he acts... explain " nikkie demanded.

"Alright, alright. Well he respectful, he hold the door, greets every teacher, and so on. I can tell he clean. Loves to draw, very smart. And plus his eyes are pretty,Just from that he got me, and when I saw his abs once, when he was stretching. It was a done deal for me. He literally the perfect husband material. He my man but he don't know he my man. Like buddy can step on me, shove me against the wall, spit on me, choke me, punch,kick me, and I'll be fine wit it." You chuckled, making then laugh.

"Girl you going dull delulu"

"Ight', but what if you start dating him then you find out that he only wants you for sexual reasons and shi"

"Then I'm dropping his ass. Like no. But...for his fine ass... I'll let him- lemme stop" I laughed, making the whole group laugh.

"Well are you gonna tell him?" Nikkie asked. You immediately shook your head no. "Oh no. He don't like me back, why would he like my ass, I'm probably not man's type I have no chance, and he will never know"

"Girl who wouldn't like that fat juicy ass, titties, thick luscious hair, and of course that personality, trust me, you have a chance" J.B. encuraged you.

"No,no,no. I still got no chance and he shall never know." You shot down. You took a look at the time stretched. "Alright gang, I'm tired, and I'm kinda eager to meet my dorm mate. And I got shit tons of unpacking to do" you said stretching, cracking your back.

You and the trio walked down the bleachers and left. Totally unaware that the group that walked in, was Miles,Ganke, and Duante.

They were ease dropping the whole time, over hearing the who conversation, as they pretended not to care, and to be talking about something else. And from then on. Miles started to look more into you. He wanted to learn more about you. And some how, he developed feelings. Then he started acting brand new.

The next day he sat next to you in class. You caught slightly off guard when he did though. Cause he did it in all classes.it literally caught everyone off gaurd,even the teachers. he never sits in the front, only in the back in a corner, be And specifically sat next to you, and you only. This when on for a week. Till you noticed how uncomfortable he looked so you desided to help with that. In all your next classes, you sat were he normally would.And everything basically went on from there.

It's so crazy to cuz you guys barely talked. You guys would even steal a couple of glances at eachother. Stayed like this for a good 4 months.It was a nice Friday. I free Friday matter fact. So you and gang hanged out during lunch.

Such as, you, J.B., Jovie, Josie, Nikki, Isaiah,tyrell,duante,and ganke, and Miles.

You guys were out in the parking lot. Doing... basically just being teens. Everyone was having there own little conversation. It was you miles, Ganke, nikkie and J.B.Will it WAS till J.B. and nikki got the most brilliant idea ever. Witch is to leave you two alone... talking. And it was just kinda awkward.

"I feel like I've seen you before" he started. The way the self respect nearly flew out your body when you heard that accent his voice. It was beautiful, marvelous matter fact. But that's besides the point, buddy just said he felt like he seen you before.You gave him a confused look, "what? Baby we see eachother everyday. What are you on bout-"

"No, I know, but like, way back then, out side of school" he explained."Oh, well according to J.B. me, you,her Duante, Isaiah,and Jovie, were all in the same classes. Ever since middle school, but some of our schedules changed since we all got transferred here." You explained

"Ohhh, okay. You uh. You from here"

"Born here, but raised somewhere separate" you nodded.

"Cool"

"Were you from?"

"here"

"Oh." You say slightly surprised. His accent threw you off. He spotted it quickly and explained real quick.

"Mom's from Puerto Rico, I spend more time with her now, and I some how picked it up"

"Oh, cool... wait...so, your mom and dad divorced"He shook his head, indicating there was another answer. You immediately got the hint.

"Oh. Ohhhhh. Sorry" you felt guilty. extremely guilty.

"Nah your good"The conversation took a pause. You took a moment to look at the group. Miles doing the same. "They need to hurry and start dating " Miles pointed out to J.B. And Duante. "Fr, like they need to hurry" you hit his chest lightly, making you both chuckle.

"Speaking of relationships. We need to find a way to get ganke and Nikkie together " he said again."Hell yea", they will look good together "

"You up for it"You nodded giveing him a fist bump. Witch he returned."Oooo, W RIZZ" Isaiah yelled out.

"Shut up!" You both shouted.

And the best part is. He really didn't give a fuck about ganke and nikki. He just wanted an excuse to hang out with you.But from then on yall became bestfriends... till...it happened.

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Sorry if theres spell errors, but just deal with it.😁

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #E.42 Miles

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nyoomfruits · 9 months

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005. a private jet miles high in the sky .

This can be nothing but lestappen 💙❤️ tia!

005. a private jet miles high in the sky

They’re running late, and so it’s a bit of a frenzy getting into the plane, getting everybody situated and ready for take off in time, which means Max and Charles don’t really interact until they’re both falling into their respective seats across from each other and finally make eye contact.

And immediately burst out into laughter.

It’s relief, Charles thinks, as he clutches his side and doubles over, laughter turning more into a choked off wheeze as Max throws his head back and clutches at his stomach. It’s months of stress and pressure and worry falling off their shoulders as it truly starts to sink in what they just did.

Charles laughs until his sides start hurting, until no noise comes out anymore, until there are tears in his eyes. Max, across from him is much the same, wiping his hand across his cheeks and letting out small hiccupping laughs as they finally settle down a little again.

“God, Silvia is going to kill me,” Charles says, when they’ve regained themselves again. The plane has started taxing now, and Charles feels the engine roar to life underneath them.

“You didn’t speak to her? At the track?” Max asks, surprised.

Charles pulls a face. “No. That might have been a little on purpose, but don’t tell her that.”

Max laughs. “I mean, PR is PR, right? And this is definitely going to be making some front pages.” It sounds, cocky, almost, but he’s not wrong.

It is, after all, the first time two drivers publicly came out by making out on the top step of the podium.

“God, I can’t believe we just did that,” Charles says, and another giggle escapes him. “When you said, that we should go public, this is not what I had in mind.”

Max’s face shutters a little. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I-“

“No,” Charles says, cutting him off. “No, Max, don’t worry. It was perfect. I loved it. It was unexpected, that’s all.”

Max smiles at him, soft and fond. “Good.” And then, because he can never go too long without saying it. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Charles says, and Max’s smile nearly rivals the one he’d had on the podium earlier that day.

Max had won the race, Charles in second. It had been a while, since they’d both shared the podium, and Charles felt giddy with it. Not just with the feeling of being up there again, after what had been a pretty shit season so far, but also the feeling of Max, next to him. Max must’ve been excited too, kept beaming down at him, proud and happy and in love, and then, right as they got to the champagne spraying, Max had pulled him up on the top step, out of nowhere, and pressed their lips together in a searing kiss.

Charles had melted into it almost instantly.

There’s going to be repercussions, probably. He doesn’t know yet what the FIA will say, but chances are they won’t be happy. And their teams will probably have a thing or two to say about it as well. But right now, it doesn’t really matter.

Right now, Max is sitting across from him, beaming smile on his face, his hair still sticky with champagne, looking absolutely radiant. Right now, Charles feels like he’s on top of the world, like he’s the luckiest man on earth, like nothing can take this away from him.

Right now, Charles Leclerc is madly, madly, in love with Max Verstappen, and the whole world knows.

#figured we needed some TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF after that shit show of a race (for charles at least) and like NO lestappen moments all weekend #lestappen #drabble

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Can't Run From Me

Garfield Logan X Batsis! Reader

Damian Wayne X Raven

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language and angst

Words:1476

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V! Reader is Damian's full blood sister! Good mom Talia. Loosely based off of Beast Boy Loves Raven.

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

To spare those whom they love Damian and his twin blood sister Y/N leave their family.

Y/N touches Alfred's head. He was almost killed by the assassin's Ra's sent. Alfred was hooked to a breathing machine and covered completely in bandages. This was a message. A threat.

"I'm so sorry Alfred.."

Gathering only what she needs, excluding anything her father could use to track her down. As everyone's main focus was on Alfred she used to the opportune moment to leave. Can't harm the target if the target isn't there. She hated not telling Damian goodbye or her family. Jason was going to have a justifiable shit fit. Dick will probably panic for a very long time. The whole family will probably try to find her but she can't let that happen. She had to erase all contact with her friends and family.. Including her fiancé Garfield. Y/N traveled deep in the woods. She started a small fire. She lays a small blanket on the ground. She hears rustling in the woods. She quickly took her weapons out.

"tt I've been tracking you for 90 miles" Damian says walking closer to his sister.

"Damian! What are you doing here?!" she shouted in frustration putting her, weapons back.

"the same reason you are. You weren't the only intended target" he coldly said.

"you know we can never see any of them again. You won't be able to see Raven"

".. I know..." he said bitter

"if you want to cry it's OK I cried for like 3 hours"

"I'm fine and I already know you did!" he snapped

Garfield tried calling Y/N but the stupid thing kept dropping his call. She wasn't home or anywhere he checked. Rachel teleported to each location she knew Damian could be and for some strange reason she can't mind-link with him. Garfield and Rachel look for each other hoping the other knew where their significant other was.

"Garfield! Where's Damian?" she demanded with her eyes glared.

"where's Y/N? Wait you can't find Damian?.."

"you can't find Y/N?.."

"you don't think that they?.." Gar stammered.

"Damian won't allow me into his mind... Either he's dead or he is going to be" she said with her hands on her hips angered.

"they really do not handle guilt well"

Y/N and Damian stood back to back. She held the sword her mother gave her while Damian held his own sword. They both spin a circle as the assassin's swarm around them.

"I told you we should have gone northwest!" Damian hissed

"at least they can't hurt anyone we care about.. You should have stayed home" she bitterly mumbled "as tempting as I know it is for you.. Don't kill"

"I know!" he snapped

Y/N blocked the blow from assassin. Damian and Y/N held them off as best as they could. She runs skidding to cut the leg of the assassin running to Damian. She thrust kicked an assassin. They were outnumbered... Y/N blocked holding back the large assassin's sword. She struggles as he inches closer. Damian tried to get to his sister but he was surrounded. Suddenly a bear roars in the distance. Raven appears, she uses her powers to throw several assassin's to the trees. Garfield runs to Y/N tackling the assassin. He pins him down to the ground roaring to him. Y/N kicked the assassin running to Garfield. They run to Gar as he thrust them away with his paws.

"retreat!!"

The rest of the assassin's listened to their order's. Rachel landed onto her feet.

"Beloved--" she slaps him across his face "I suppose I deserved that..."

Y/N lifts her head to her lover, still in a bear form. He lowly arched his back down to her and growled angered.

"I know.." she sighed

He changed to his original self and pulls her into his arms.

"after all we've been through.. Shit.. Baby you could've.. "

He gives her sweet kiss trying to calm down his anxiety from almost losing her.

"I'm sorry" she apologized genuinely

"you are so important to me babe. I love you. I am here for you"

In Gotham their absence was truly worrying the family. After endless hours of searching.. Jason laid down on his side unable to calm down. Artemis could feel the stress radiating off of him. She had just returned to find her husband in his great distress. She lays in the bed with him. She kisses his temple and then snaked her hand down his chest.

"I'm not in the mood Artemis" he snapped

Rather than get upset she knew something was very wrong by the hint of sadness in his tone and that he didn't even want to have sex.

"my love" she kisses his neck "turn around"

He turns around to face her. She holds his hand. He pulls her to lay on his chest. She leans her head up to kiss his face.

He stuttered shaken from his emotions trying to get the better of him "if that bastard fucking hurts them" he fights tears "there just kids Artemis, what if he?.. Why the hell didn't they come to me?.. We can't find Talia.. For all we know she could be.. " he let out a deep breath trying to calm his emotions.

That morning they went to Garfield's safe house. Each couple shared their own respected rooms. Whilst in each other's arms, Garfield kisses his fiancée. They had been engaged for 3 months now. His poor lover had been sick. Throwing up during the mornings, she seemed sore in all the right or wrong places. She laid with Gar while closely to him. Garfield eyes went wide hearing something very special in her abdomen area. He leans down as she sleeps listening very carefully. Their babies.. Two little babies. That following day Garfield and Damian went on patrol to ensure that they were safe from any threats.

"stay 5 feet away from me.. I don't want to get sick"

Garfield rolled his eyes at his friend's remark. Afterwards they changed to their civilian clothes to get food before heading home. Garfield snuck away from Damian to the baby department. He looked at the array of infant clothes feeling quite overwhelmed. Damian approached his friend.

"don't you suppose it be wise to wait for your urges to start a family" Damian scolded

"that's true but..." he lifts up the little Batman themed onesies with a, soft smile "it's kinda too late"

"Garfield..... Is my sister?" Damian was completely taken aback.

"two buns are currently in the oven... You gonna kill--" Garfield stammered as he smiled. "are you ok?"

"delighted" he smiled. "however you should learn to control your urges"

"well I'm not the one who wan--" he cut Garfield off quickly

"again must I remind you she is, my sister!!"

Back home.

"deep breaths Y/N. I sense your quite nervous. What's wrong?" Rachel asked her friend.

"I.. I think I'm pregnant" she blurted out

Y/N and Rachel walk through the store to look for pregnancy tests. She grabbed several boxes. Rachel went to snacks that Y/N had been craving for. She made her way to the baby clothes unable to avoid them. She sees her husband to be. He was shocked seeing her beautiful face. She sees him holding the infant outfits and two little stuffed bears. She was speechless. Rachel walked up holding the snacks and saw Damian with a kind smile. That instantly made her want to start a family with him. Garfield looks at the pregnancy test. He smiled softly.

"you uh.. You can put those back" he said

She couldn't move as she was genuinely overwhelmed. Her eyes begin to shake. Damian takes the boxes away from his sister to put them back but not before kissing her head. Garfield walks closer to her taking her face into his hands. He kisses her and hugs her. Garfield put the adorable infant clothes back and gives the bears to Dami with the money for them. He then took his lover outside to the car. She was already in tears. He opens the car, door for her. They sit in the car together.

"y-you're sure?.." she asked before she broke.

"I'm completely certain.." his eyes start to shake as cups her abdomen "and I'm also certain that I am so so happy.. I'm so sorry you can't be with your family. It kills me that I can't fix this.. I know it's too dangerous, but I--" he holds her hand "I promise that this is not going to be forever. Sooner or later we will see your family and.. My family too.."

She kisses him "Garfield, my only love. I appreciate all you've done to keep me safe. We are going to be, OK"

He nodded beginning to feel quite emotional hugging her "I know with you with me, I'll be OK. That we'll be ok"

#Garfield Logan #Garfield X Batsis! Reader #Damirae #Garfield Logan X Reader #Beast boy #Beast Boy X reader #Fluff #Good mom Talia #Jason Todd knew Damian and Y/N in the league of assassins #Big bro #Whump! Alfred #Alfred Pennyworth #Batfamily #bruce wayne #Brutalia #Pregnancy #Jaytemis

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sam-glade · 5 months

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Find the Words Tag

Tagged by @chayscribbles here and @tisiphonewolfe here. Thank you💜 I still have a few more of those to catch up on.

Passing the tag gently onto: @space-writes @sarandipitywrites @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @sleepyowlwrites with the words: red, hide, sheet, face.

Looking into the 35k of The Prince's Shadow, which I've written this month.

From @chayscribbles: fall, red, tree, and, chill

FALL

“By all accounts the changes forced upon his Sword by the demon are not reversible.” “When you say ‘changes’…” “Primarily, the fact that he channels Five Elements.” Erya narrowed her eyes, the implications quick to fall into place. “You attribute it to the demon.” “Of course.” Right, of course she would. Only the Sun King may channel the Five Elements, yadda, yadda. Erya failed to comprehend how for someone so intelligent and level-headed, blind faith still took precedent over scientific facts.

RED

A servant in blue-on-silver livery announced Erya, and Anthea turned away from the tall window, drawing the curtains closed. She floated across the room in her floor-length gown the colour of red wine, nodded her greetings to Erya, and started tending the samovar. Erya took her usual armchair and watched her leisurely. At this distance, she couldn’t make out the details of her features, only the graceful silhouette and the fluid movements. Anthea was tall and slender, and moved like a fencer or a dancer, stepping lightly and with perhaps a bit more flourishes than necessary. Erya allowed herself a small smile. Too soon Anthea put two steaming glasses on the game table and took her seat.

TREE

“How’s the life of an enlisted treating you? Honestly now,” Gullin asked, pulling away from that train of thoughts. Lissan pouted at his tone, but answered nevertheless: “Kinda lonely. It’s tedious to be asked about the same stuff by everyone I meet. And if another guy asks me about the scars instead of proper foreplay, I swear I’m going to give him the full version, with all the gory details.” Gullin snorted, imagining the face the poor sod would pull. “So what’s this one from?” He poked towards the inch-long, pale line on the left side of Lissan’s jaw. As far as he was aware, it had always been there. Lissan intercepted his hand effortlessly without breaking eye contact, and pushed it to the side. “I fell off a tree when I was seventeen or so,” he deadpanned.

CHILL

Dusk fell around Erya as she stood at the edge of the cold, deserted clearing. Gullin’s gateway had closed a long time ago. She should have jumped in, in retrospect, just like she followed him in on the Gateway Isle. She wrapped the Cloak of Shadow tighter around her shoulders as the chill sneaked past the layers of her uniforms. The ancient fabric snagged on the bushes, but she trusted it to not get damaged — it was unbelievably sturdy, as if the legends themselves kept it whole.

~*~

From @tisiphonewolfe: afraid, lean, and home.

AFRAID

“Are you afraid of me too?” The question was soft, intoned like a statement. Like he knew the answer already, and as much as Gullin wanted to protest, he hesitated, and then it was too late. “And don’t lie to me. Ever.” Lissan’s demand was bitter, the tone almost unpleasant, and yet perfectly understandable. “I promise,” Gullin said solemnly, not daring to hope that it got him off the hook. It didn’t. “So? My question stands.”

LEAN (Erya seems to be doing a lot of leaning)

She leant back casually, watching Anthea flip through Lissander’s file. It was slim, befitting a cadet who hadn’t gone through even the most basic Academy assessment. The bulk of it focused on his background, and especially his family. Erya pushed her spectacles up her nose, recalling the contents. The brat was exactly as he appeared. Born and raised in Beetletun, which was south-east from the Siltwood outpost in Aritia and some twenty miles from the First Princedom’s southern border. He attended the local school and spent the rest of his time working as a farmhand or otherwise supporting his family. He had never travelled, never owned or leased land, there was absolutely nothing interesting about him. He was what, forty-one, forty-two? For Elements’ sake, he was just a kid.

HOME (Gullin convalescing from a concussion)

“Have you had breakfast?” Ianim changed tack. “You aren’t my orderly.” “No, but it’s been less than a day, and she’s had enough of you already.” It was a mild exaggeration. Ianim had run into Trinnis on the way and of course paused to exchange pleasantries and learn what to be prepared for. She informed him that bed rest did not do Gullin well. Ianim decided, he liked her attitude. “Fine. Yes, she got me breakfast already. If the poetry is for you, what do I get?” “My company. At least until the afternoon, since I promised to visit home this week.” Ianim flashed him a smile and was very glad to see it reflected. Gullin chuckled. “Charmer.”

#the prince's shadow #find the words tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr tag game

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 1 year

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Hug-a-Boo

University AU

TW: Language, Alcohol Consumption, Mildly suggestive, Drunk Fluff (Consent is sexy guys)

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fluff (lots of it)

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

YN Pronouns: Not Specified

[Other Groups Masterlist] | [Kind of a Prequel to This Request]

[Ao3 Link] | [Wattpad Link]

Word Count: 5.4K

Notes: I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR TXT IN FOREVERRRR anyway This is the prequel to a request I received a while back! It was so cute that I couldn't resist hehe that and there's always room for Soobin Fluff Fics on this site!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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You don't know how you got into this situation.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, your face heated from either the alcohol or the embarrassment, and, this is the most important part, you were beneath the so-called "guy from Physics" that you'd been silently crushing on the entire semester. His own face had been flushed red from the amount of beer he'd apparently chugged down before getting here, but somehow he kept eye contact with you, and whenever you'd turn away, you'd later look back to see that he hadn't moved at all. The pillow beneath your head was soft, and while your head sank in the edges rose up and pushed your hair against your face, if you looked to either side of you, you'd see Soobin's hands gripping onto the sheets like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, the large sweater you'd pulled on was much warmer than before.

"(Y/N)," it was like he was testing your name on his lips. "I..." He seems to hesitate, and you swallow harshly. He was so close to you, lips just inches away from yours. One move from either of you and, surely, there goes your first kiss. But, you don't think you'd mind if it was with him. His brows scrunched together and he looked away from you for a moment. You looked up instead, staring up at the ceiling and trying to work everything out in your head.

Two months ago.

"Geez, (Y/N), at this rate he's going to think you're his stalker, or something," Yeonjun grimaces.

"Don't say that, please," your head rested against the cold café tables, your head turned towards the window watching the foot traffic down University Avenue. "I'm worried it might be true," you silently cried. You sat up, cradling your drink close to you. "Yeonjun, let me explain to you the whole thing, okay?"

"I'm all ears, tell me about this boy you've been stalking," he grins.

"I'm not stalking him!" You argued.

"Okay, okay!" He raises his hands up.

"Anyway, we have the same physics class, is all. Lecture and discussion," you explained. "And there have been a few times we've accidentally made eye contact, but we usually look away as soon as it happens," you add on. "And maybe we've run into each other outside of physics here and there... and also made eye contact there, gosh, he's everywhere! I've run into him in the library, the food court, the parking lot, and maybe," you stop talking when someone enters the café, "oh god that's him," you duck your head, staring at your drink. Yeonjun cranes his neck to look behind him. "Way to be subtle, Jun!" You scold him.

"Ooh, he's cute, (Y/N)," Yeonjun teases. "No wonder you're constantly looking for him," he continues.

"Oh quit it," you pressed your lips together. You sat up again and, your worst fear. Instead of looking right at Yeonjun, as you'd planned to do, instead you turned your head and, like a fucking idiot, made eye contact with the boy from physics once again.

Except, this time, he rose his hand up, offering a small wave and a smile. You weren't expecting him to actually acknowledge you this time, and you had to admit that there was something awkwardly charming about him. You don't think you've ever felt this way. You could feel your heart thrum in your chest, the song that played on the café speakers, Lover to be specific, seemed to be louder, and you prayed that no one could tell how hot your face had gotten. It was like you were frozen in time, you really wanted to make this next move count, what if he felt the same way about you? A complete stranger from physics class? You ended up just smiling and waving back too. Then, Yeonjun gagged, breaking the fantasy.

"Oh my god, just go talk to him!" Yeonjun nudges his head toward the stranger.

"No way! Are you kidding me!" You groaned. "God, I was just about to order another drink too."

"Just use the app."

"You are so smart," you snapped your fingers and did just as he said. A quick glance to the counter and you noticed that the guy from physics had disappeared.

"Lucky, you are, having someone like that in your classes," Yeonjun pouts. "Maybe if I had classmates that good looking I'd actually go to lecture."

"And maybe then you wouldn't be flunking literature," you teased. You looked over to the handsome stranger again, who was now leaning against the counter and waiting for his drink. "God, it's been this way all semester but... I think that's the first time we actually acknowledged each other," you mumbled. You heard a camera shutter and you whipped your head toward Yeonjun, who was pointing his phone toward you. He turns it over and slides it to you.

"You should see the way you look right now," he chuckles. The best way to describe the way you looked was a lovestruck fool, but not the romantic kind, the sort of playground 6-year-old kind.

"Ugh," you hide your face in your hands. "He's never going to talk to me. And I'm never going to talk to him, yup, nope, this is how this will end up," you waved your hands in front of you.

"Mobile Order for (Y/N)! Order for Soobin!" The barista calls out.

"I'll be right back," you trudged out of your seat. You reached for your drink, and your hand collided with someone else's. "Oh, sorry about..." you look up, "that..." your jaw hung slightly open and the person next to you was the same.

"Uh..." he gulps and turns away first. "Which one is the macchiato?" He asks the barista. The two cups looked identical next to each other, and, for whatever reason, neither of them had names written on them.

"They're both macchiatos," she answers.

"Which one only has two pumps of caramel?" You ask next.

"They both do."

"Which one-"

"They're the same, you both ordered the same thing so we made it at the same time, just grab whichever one you want," the barista cuts in.

"Oh, well, in that case," you take one of the cups. "Sorry about that again," you apologized.

"No worries, I'm just surprised someone had the same coffee order as me," he says.

"Caramel macchiato, hot, with two pumps of vanilla, an extra shot of espresso, low sugar, and cinnamon on top," you both recite. You shut your mouth and he smiles.

"Well, it's nice to officially meet you then, (Y/N), right?" He tilts his head.

"Yeah... and you're..." Crap, did you already forget? "Soobin, yeah?" Please be correct.

"That's me," he smiles even wider this time. "Hey, we seem to run into each other a lot, huh?" He asks.

"We do! We have the same physics class," you answer.

"Professor Ahn is too harsh with his grades," Soobin shakes his head. "How'd you feel about the midterm?"

"I'd rather not think about it, the only thing I remember from it is that none of the right-hand-rule was on it," your shoulders slumped and he chuckles.

"Well, if it helps, I'm not too bad at physics, we should study together sometime," he offers.

"I'd like that a lot, actually," your eyes lit up. Your grade would certainly thank you. You weren't horrible at physics, but you could benefit from some extra studying.

"That's great, then we should-"

"(Y/N)! What's taking so long? We have a project to finish!" Yeonjun calls, you look behind Soobin, who follows your gaze and Yeonjun gasps softly.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to keep you from your boyfriend," Soobin rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Oh, we're not dating, Yeonjun's just a classmate of mine in genetics," you explained. "But, he's right, we have a project due at five, so I'll be seeing you around," you smile.

"See you," Soobin waves goodbye and walks off. You, meanwhile, slide back into the booth.

"Look at you go, just five minutes ago you said you'd never speak to him."

"Yeah, I think we're going to study together from now on too," you rest your head against your palm. Then, your eyes widened with realization. "Oh shit," you groaned.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I didn't get his number!"

"Are you joking?!"

"You're the one who interrupted!"

"Oh, did I? Sorry," Yeonjun chuckles.

"Ugh..."

"Well, since you two constantly run into each other, just get his number then."

"It's not that easy, Jun! There was a flow there, everything was just making sense, you know? How am I supposed to even ask for his number? Huh?"

"Hey, I didn't catch your number last time, can we exchange it now?" He responds with a straight expression.

"It's not that easy!"

"I just said it!"

"You are insufferable," you sighed.

"Give me a minute," Yeonjun looks at his phone, rapidly tapping away on his screen. "Found him," he hands you his phone and, sure enough, it was open to Soobin's Instagram.

"How did you find him so fast," you scrolled through it. Not many pictures of him, surprisingly, more of scenery and other people.

"Never underestimate the skills of a technophile," he shrugs. "Shoot him a message, tell him you have mutuals or something if he asks," Yeonjun returns his focus back to his laptop screen. You, meanwhile, pull your phone out and follow the account.

It was a simple message, you think, a quick 'hey! i didn't get your number, but looks like we had mutuals! i hope you don't mind the sudden message' on your part. Then, a few minutes later, a response from him.

'I don't mind at all! How's your schedule? I'm free Tuesdays and Thursdays.'

Tuesdays and Thursdays? That's perfect! You shot a text back and set the stage for the remainder of the semester.

But nothing could have prepared you for that first Tuesday.

Only a week after you'd both finally been properly acquainted, you were sitting in one of the smaller study rooms in the library. Your headphones hung around your neck, your pen had been tucked behind your ear, and the laptop screen in front of you shone brightly. You'd been going back and forth with the assignment in front of you for the past ten minutes, having tried every single equation you could find in your notes and converting between units, the whole thing nearly drove you to insanity.

Until you finally heard the door open.

You looked up and Soobin walked in, shaking the rain from his hair and panting quietly.

"Sorry, I'm late! It started raining out of nowhere," he says quickly, dropping a plastic bag on one of the chairs and his backpack on top of it. "Spring showers," he sighs. "I didn't keep you waiting long, right?" He asks. You didn't answer for a short while, your eyes drifting to every part of the room except to him. Rainwater dripped from his hair to his neck, the droplets being taunting enough already, how could someone look this handsome after being rained on? If you were unlucky enough to have forgotten your umbrella, you were sure that even a drunken sailor wouldn't be able to see you as a beautiful mermaid, rather a sea witch. The rain had long drenched his shirt, the material clinging tightly onto his torso and all that combined with that worried look on his face?

Yeonjun would've laughed out loud by now.

"It's, it's alright," you waved your hand in front of you, staring at your laptop screen instead. "I know it's not a lot, but I have some tissues if you want to use them?" Your hands were already in your backpack, ready to pull out the small pack.

"I'd appreciate that a lot, actually!" He smiles.

Oh, heart, are you still there? You handed him the small pack and he wipes the larger drops of water from his face.

"Working on the homework?" He asks. Well, to be honest, you would say that the homework was working on you because you couldn't for the life of you understand why the torque equation wasn't working on the torque problem.

"Yeah, I've been stuck on this ches... tion... I've been stuck on this question," you corrected yourself, hoping he didn't catch your mistake. He didn't seem to, being more focused on drying off his arms than anything else.

Pull yourself together why are you being weird?!

You turned your screen around, opting to stare at the back of your laptop. Soobin reaches over toward you and you stop breathing. Then you watch your scratch paper slide over towards him and he looks over your work. His cheeks were tinted pink and his lips pressed together while he tried to follow your thought process. With eyes chasing down the messy pencil scribbles, you could feel your face heating up again.

"I'm going to go grab some water downstairs, do you want some?" You ask suddenly. He looks over to you, eyes slightly larger and cheeks slightly pinker. "You know... I think I'll grab you some tea, you're a bit red."

"Oh, am I?" His hand moves up to his cheek, pushing up his glasses slightly from the movement, and his other hand to his phone to look at himself on the screen's reflection.

"Yes, I'll be right back," you slipped out of the room, holding your face in your hands. What was that? What happened? You rushed over to the vending machines downstairs, buying a water bottle and chugging half of it before turning to the coffee machine. You ran the hot water and crossed your arms.

"Gosh, what's he thinking running in there looking like that?" You whispered, bouncing your forehead lightly on the coffee machine. "Pull yourself together, (Y/N), you literally just met him and you're acting like this," you groaned. The machine sounded a quiet ding, signaling that it was complete, and you drop the tea infuser inside of it, placing a lid on top as you returned to the study room. "Soobin?" When you said his name he turned to look up at you and, again, his cheeks tinted pink. A small smile formed on his lips and you felt an arrow pierce your heart. "Here, have some of this," you placed the small cup in front of him, trying to shake off the feeling as fast as you could.

"Thank you so much, you didn't have to," he holds the cup in one of his hands and reaches into his bag with the other. As you took your seat, he pulled out his wallet.

"Oh, no! No, it's fine!" You told him.

"Are you sure?" There he goes again, the way his eyebrows were furrowed together with his lips in a skeptical pout, it took everything in you to hold it together.

"I'm sure, don't worry about it, anyone would have done the same," you muttered, taking your seat parallel to him instead.

"Is that so?" He turns back to his laptop, popping the lid off of the cup with one hand.

That was kind of hot. Your eyes slowly moved from that action back to the assignment in front of you.

"I think I found out your problem, by the way," Soobin sips some of the tea and slides your work back to you. On the side in the margins are annotations in blue ink. His handwriting was noticeably nicer compared to yours, or at the very least within the lines of the graph paper. "Try using this equation instead, you can derive it with other Pythagorean identites to use tangent instead of sine." He explains this as he taps the equation with the tip of his pen. You skimmed the other notes he had on the page, namely the work leading up to the new equation.

"Oh! I get what you're saying," you nodded and rewrote the equation with your given terms. Talk about physics whiz, did he really need help studying too? "If you need any help with anything too, let me know so we can work it out together," you said.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, can we talk a little about thermodynamics? It's probably the one thing I can't understand right now."

"Yeah! Let's go over it! I'm not the best at it either, so maybe two heads are better than one!" You flipped to the appropriate chapter and, soon, it was like you'd both been talking since the first day of class. The conversation flew so easily that you didn't think much of it and you weren't as distracted as before. Who knew that studying with a partner made one more productive? Before you knew it, your physics assignments had been long turned in and the whiteboard next to you was littered with several practice problems.

Then, you heard a knock at the door. It opened slowly and another student stuck their head in.

"Hello! I have the room reserved for seven," he explains. You and Soobin check the time and, sure enough, it was 7:05.

"Sorry about that! I didn't realize how long we've been in here!" You quickly packed your things and you were both out in an instant, walking past the next group of students.

"So, same time next week?" Soobin asks as soon as you were out of the library. You turned to him.

"Sorry?" You didn't quite catch that.

"I mean, I'm free if you are, and I heard that electrodynamics is even harder than thermo so..." he trails off into a whistle.

"I should be available, yeah," you confirmed. "Same time next week, I'll see you then!"

"Get home safe! My apartment's over on that side," he points the opposite direction to you and you nodded, waving goodbye as he walked off.

Then came the next week, he was waiting in the same room and was already well set up, he had a wide smile on his face when you walked in. Then came the week after that, and that time you were the first to arrive. The week after that, you both met at a different room since someone beat you to your usual room. A week after that you both decided to try studying at a café and then subsequently decided to try studying at every café that was a reasonable distance from campus. Soon, your once-a-week study sessions became more frequent, partly because of your café endeavors, and another part being for finals. Needless to say, you and Soobin were basically making up for lost time spent wondering if the other should say 'hi' or not.

Then came that traumatizing time. Finals, forever the bane of your existence and the cause of your stress.

And in exactly one day you'd have to deal with the one you were dreading the most... physics.

"Come on, (Y/N)! I know you're on the verge of testing the gravitational laws yourself, but that's exactly why you need to come with me!" Somi exclaims.

"No way! You just want me to be your ride home, huh?" You pushed back on your rolled chair and crossed your arms.

"Not... not entirely true," she says quietly. "But you need to relax!" She groans and turns to your closet. She starts digging through the piles of clothes. "Geez, (Y/N), do you not have a single party outfit in here?" She covers her mouth in shock. "Hold on, I'll be back," she marches off and you sigh before turning back around to continue your review. The numbers started to mold together and shapes started to become nonsensical. Suddenly, two hands grabbed both of your shoulders, and you were wheeled off toward Somi's room across the hall with a loud yelp.

"Somi! I have to study!"

"That's nice, (Y/N)," she pushes you into her room and closes the door. "Clothes are on my bed! Yangyang! Bring over the tequila, we're pregaming," Somi announces.

"Huh?" Yangyang pulls his headphones off.

"Alcohol!" She repeats. Yangyang scrunches his eyebrows before pulling open the bottom desk drawer and pulling out the entire bottle.

"Why are we drinking?" Seungmin pokes his head into the hallway.

"We're all going to Yeonjun's party!" She announces.

"Who's we?!" Seungmin exclaims. "I have a twenty-page paper due tomorrow!"

"I'm playing ranked, hold on," Yangyang announces.

"Ugh, fuck, you're all clueless! Physics Guy is going to be there!" Somi shouts. Just as you'd finished putting on whatever Somi had laid out for you, you could've sworn you heard multiple things crash against the floor. You opened the door slowly and all three of your roommates stood in front of you.

"Yeonjun invited Soobin?! That asshole I knew he'd pull something like that!" You groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, now's your chance, (Y/N)," Somi insists.

"And I'm DDing," Seungmin says, handing you a shot glass. "Take it, you need it."

"No, it's fine-"

"Not to peer pressure you, (Y/N), but if I have to hear one more minute of you talking about Physics Guy I will lose my mind. Drink, confess, and, I don't know, get laid?" Yangyang exclaims.

"You're horrible," you shook your head but, after tapping your glass against Somi's, took the shot.

"That's how it's done! Let's go!" Somi laughs and runs behind the three of you, promptly pushing you out the door and, as you'd soon realize, straight to your demise.

As soon as the four of you had entered, you'd somehow each had a shot glass in hand. The party was already in full swing with Yeonjun nowhere to be seen and a sea of faces you'd never seen before. An attempt to put one glass down resulted in another appearing in your hand almost like magic. One shot became two, which became four, and you lost count at one point. The other two had run off somewhere, leaving you behind with Seungmin. Sure, you were definitely buzzed, but nowhere near drunk yet. But, now this was new, someone somehow blasted the AC in the whole house.

"Hey, pace yourself, (Y/N)," Seungmin slides a bottle of water towards you.

"I'm good, just getting a little dizzy," you muttered.

"Fuck, it's cold," Yangyang pushed past the both of you and disappeared into a room. But you had to agree with him, you were fucking freezing.

"Did Yangyang just walk into the stoner room?" You glanced around the room before grabbing the closest hoodie to you and pulling it on.

"Oh, hell, he's definitely out of it," Seungmin hid his face in his hands for a moment. He looks at you and his face grows even more concerned. "And where did you get that?"

"I just found it."

"You're all hopeless, okay, no more drinks for you, (Y/N). I'm going to go drag Yangyang out of there. Please don't do anything rash while I'm gone, okay?" And he was running after Yangyang before you could say anything else. You shoved your hands in the hoodie's pocket and fished out the phone inside of it. You tapped on the screen and the bright light nearly took you out. Whoever's phone this was, you had to admit you were jealous of their picture-taking skills, the sunset lock screen was pleasing to look at. Putting the phone away, you opted to wait patiently for Seungmin to return. The lights started to dance around you and whatever was on the playlist soon drowned under their own bass lines. The buzz you originally felt began to take it's toll on you, and you could feel your eyes growing heavier all the while your other senses started dulling. You couldn't hear your own thoughts so, slowly, you made your way toward what looked like a quieter hallway.

People pushed past you left and right. Couples rushed to rooms and the faint sound of someone throwing up had to have come from the bathroom next to you. Then, salvation. An open door beckoned you to enter, and so you did. You leaned back on the door to close it behind you and you let out a sigh of relief. The room was like a world separate from the party behind you.

You made your way to the chair over at the corner of the room, slumping down on it and holding your head between your hands. Then, you laughed to yourself. If you'd stayed back at the apartment today then you'd be in this exact position except sober. The door behind you opened suddenly and shut, but you couldn't be bothered to check yet.

"Hmm?" Someone hummed behind to you and curiosity got the better of you. You turned quickly, an action you immediately regretted when the walls started to bounce across your vision. But, even with the fuzz at the outlines of your sight, you could clearly see that it was Soobin who'd stumbled in. Talk about coincidence.

"Sorry, I didn't know someone claimed the room already," Soobin says. His hand tried to grasp at the door handle but, to no avail, he just slumped onto the ground instead. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll leave, promise," his words slurred together.

"Soobin?" You stumbled his way to him, just barely pushing the chair of the desk back in and nearly tipping the whole thing over if anything. "Hey, the floor's cold, get up here," you offer a hand to him and he took it. You pulled Soobin up and, in a heavily miscalculated move, ended up falling on the bed while dragging him with you. "Oh! Sorry, I'm sorry!" You scrambled away from him, only stopping when your head collided with the headboard. "Ugh," you winced and your head fell against the pillow. You shut your eyes tightly while waiting for your head to stop spinning.

"Are you okay?" Soobin asks, his voice somewhat closer.

"Yeah, I'm..." You opened one eye and your breath caught in your throat. "Fine..." you couldn't breathe. Maybe it was the way the LED's lining the ceilings suddenly turned into a warm orange, maybe it was the way the heat increased between you, or maybe it was the way you'd just realized that the guy you'd been crushing on all semester was hovering just above you, but you could comfortably say that you felt some kind of excitement when you thought about what could happen next.

Leading you to now.

You looked down from the ceiling and he looked back at you. The look in his eyes was intense and his lips were pressed together. Then, suddenly, his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose and landed against your face. And you smiled, and he smiled. A tired laugh came from him, and you couldn't help but laugh too. You pushed his glasses back on his face. Next thing you knew, he falls on you, nuzzling his face into your neck and wrapping his arms under your waist, pulling you off of the mattress slightly. His laughs were soft against you and your own head nuzzled against his.

"This is nice," you whispered.

"Hug-a-boo," he mumbles.

"What did you say?" It was a genuine question.

"I once read somewhere that hugs make everyone feel better," he says, his words muffled by the hoodie, but still understandable.

"I guess I feel a little better now," your head was still throbbing.

"That's good," he says. "Could I have my hoodie back? It's cold," he hugs you tighter.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't know it was yours," you sit up and Soobin sits in front of you. You grabbed the hem of the hoodie and, when you'd finally pulled it over your head, you and Soobin found yourselves deep into a drunk staring contest, one that you won. "I win!" You grinned.

"No fair, you're cheating," Soobin shakes his head while he hugs his hoodie to his chest.

"Cheating? How?"

"You're too... too..." his words trail off. "I'm too drunk to answer that," he waves his hands in front of you.

"No, no, not true. Now you have to tell me," you insisted.

"No, I can't, you'll laugh."

"I won't."

"You will."

"Try me," you gesture for him to continue. Still, he's silent. But you could see the gears turning in his head. Instead of answering, he leans down and hugs you again, his ear pressed against your chest and you were back on the pillow again.

"I can't say it when I look at you, I'll be too embarrassed, so I'll do this instead," he says. "I really really want to kiss you right now," he mumbles. Well that's one way to get you to start sobering up. "But, I can't do that," he shakes his head against you. "Because I won't remember it, and I want to remember it, every second of it," his words slow.

"Soobin." No answer. Instead, you heard his breathing start to even out. "Soobin?" Your hand moved up to his head and you pulled at the strands lightly. Soobin pulled away from you and you found yourself in the same position you'd found yourself in earlier.

You're drunk enough.

"Let's do it then," you nodded.

"But-"

"We're both drunk. We probably won't remember it tomorrow."

"I don't think-"

"We won't count it." Soobin is silent. Your hands reached up to hold his face and you lifted your head just enough to press your lips against his. That kiss was pretty one-sided actually. You pulled away just enough to look at the shocked look in his eyes. Or was it surprise? You couldn't tell. Before you could say anything more, Soobin pressed forward, pushing you back down on the bed, and kissed you. One hand moved up to the back of his neck and you pulled him closer toward you, meanwhile one of his hands caressed your face while the other supported him over you. He only stopped the kiss long enough for both of you to catch your breath before pulling his glasses off and kissing you again, this time a little messier than the last. You could still taste the alcohol on his lips as much as you could feel the warmth from his face against yours. You didn't know when you found the chance to take his shirt off but you realized how real this was getting when he pulled yours off between kisses.

Again, he pushed himself off of you, and the tension between you and him was nearly overbearing. Wordlessly, he pushed his hoodie against your chest. Then, he fell on the bedside next to you and pulled you into a hug. You felt your back press against his chest.

"Hug-a-boo!" He exclaims.

"Ah!" The sheer volume of it was enough to shock you. "Wait... oh I get it now! It's like peek-a-boo!"

"Mmhmm," he nods against your head. "Those don't count, okay?"

"Hm?"

"I told you already... I want to remember every part of our first," he yawns.

"Okay, me too," you agreed, yawning after that statement. You couldn't think of much else to say. Whatever you needed to explain was for the sober you of tomorrow to worry about. Instead, you turned around in Soobin's hold and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hug-a-boo!" You smiled.

"Wah! You got me!" Soobin jumped slightly and he squeezed you too tightly for just a moment, causing you to laugh. You felt the low rumbles of his own laughter from his chest and you sighed, finally letting the tiredness catch up to you.

Bonus:

"So? What did you do when you woke up?" Yeonjun shakes the iced coffee in his hand.

"Well... we... uh..." you started drinking your caramel macchiato to avoid the question. Yeonjun rolled his eyes.

"Soobin?" He targets the boy next to you. Who whistles and looks out the window instead.

"Hopeless. Both of you. After all the work I put into getting you two together," Yeonjun obnoxiously drinks his coffee now.

"All you did was host a party," you shot back.

"All?!" Yeonjun was offended. "After risking my life prying a hoodie off of drunk Soobin, freezing my ass off blasting the AC, and leaving the party to control the mood lights, this is the thanks I get?" Yeonjun exclaims melodramatically.

"That was you?!" You and Soobin gasped.

"Of course it was!" Yeonjun exasperates. "Forget it, as long as you two are at least talking now." Yeonjun waves his hand and goes on his phone. Soobin squeezes your hand under the table, shooting you an unsure glance. You responded by squeezing his hand too, both yours and his smiles hidden by the lids of your coffees.

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 6 months

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Can I ask you to write (if you feel like it and have free time, I don't want to sound imperative/demanding) a ficlet/next chapter of Blood Brother about the meeting of children with Lyle and Zdog, which you mentioned a few posts earlier?

I love the original story with all my heart but there is something special about this one shot, I totally can't stop thinking about it since I read it. I think the best thing here is Spider's quite rebellious (idk what to call it) character and how he protects his brother. The whole basement scene made me feel close to tears. I really admire your skills and creativity, and i hope you have a nice day/night 💕

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. I was super proud of the basement scene when I wrote it so I'm really happy it's been so well received.

And yes I will gladly write about the boys meeting Uncle Lyle and Auntie Z 💞

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Miles and Hunter were laying on the living room floor engrossed in their homework, their father sitting over them supervising, when rustling noises and the faint sound of chatting alerted the family. Miles immediately jumped to his feet and looked to his father for direction. The man waved him off. “It’s nothin’ Junior. Just your uncle and auntie comin’ up for a visit.”

“Our what now?” As far as Miles knew neither of his parents had siblings. Or at least siblings that they kept in contact with.

“They’re some of my old squad mates. My right hand man Lyle Wainfleet and your mama’s best friend Savin Zdinarsik. Z-dog for short. They’re coming up to see how we're doing. Bring us supplies and all of that.”

“Like what Pa,” Hunter asked, sitting up to innocently stare at him.

The father had to chuckle. His soon to be thirteen year old thought he was being so casual with his question but the anticipation was written all over his face. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Hunter pouted over that answer. His Pa bent over and playfully ruffled the boy's hair. Hunter glared at him with all the ferocity of a kitten, incredibly annoyed, but too cute for his Pa to take seriously.

Still laughing at his youngest Miles Sr stood up, motioning for his son’s to follow. “Come on boys. Let’s go say hi.”

They stood outside for only a few moments before two figures came strolling out of the foliage, one a broad bald man, the other an incredibly fit woman with a mohawk. They both broke out into wide grins at the sight of the family. “Holy shit,” Lyle exclaimed as he quickened his step towards the house, “would you look at you boys! It’s only been two months but you both already changed so much!”

Hunter cocked his head to the side, “you’ve seen us before?”

Lyle’s expression became awkward, “yeah, but y’a know the circumstances were a little different,” he laughed nervously, “I’m not surprised you don’t remember. You were both kinda…asleep.”

“Were you the one who rescued me?” Hunter asked, putting the pieces together.”

Lyle’s nerves melted away at the word “rescued” instead of “kidnapped”. His smile returned even wider than before, “yeah kid I was.”

“Oh, thank you,” Hunter exclaimed, bouncing a little in place.

“You’re welcome kiddo,” Lyle turned his attention to the eldest brother. “Look at you! You actually look like a boy now without those pussy braids,” Lyle roughly ruffled Miles' hair. The teen took the teasing in good stride, rolling his eyes, but with a faint smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, alright. My turn already,” Auntie Z said, pushing Lyle out of the way. She paused in front of them drinking in their image. There was something so sad and tender in her eyes yet happy at the same time. She turned to the boys’ father, “god they look like her don’t they.”

All three members of the family felt their hearts swell. Miles Sr proudly pat both of his sons on the shoulder, “they sure do. They sure as shit didn’t get this good lookin’ from me.” The adults all laughed while the boys smiled awkwardly. “How ‘bout we head inside. I’m sure you two want to rest, grab a bite, unpack…”

“We do” said Lyle. He had a wry grin on his face that instantly told the family he was up to no good, “but we have a surprise first.”

The boys’ eyes lit up, “a surprise?” “Like what? “Where is it?” “Is it in your backpack?” “Show us!” “What is it!”

“Boys! Stop talkin’ over each other.” Their father fixed them with a stern look, instantly quieting his sons, then turned his attention to his comrades, “I’m sure whatever it is it can wait for a couple more days.” Miles Sr gave a subtle glance to the soon to be birthday boy. Hunter didn’t notice, too focused on his aunt and uncle.

“No can do boss,” said Z, “this isn’t exactly the type of thing you can keep waiting for long.”

The Colonel was instantly suspicious, “what did you two do?”

Z and Lyle’s confidence never wavered, “follow me.” Z beckoned them forward. Miles and Hunter rushed ahead eager to see what they had been brought. Their father trailed behind annoyed. They only had to walk a few feet into the tree line when they saw it. The brothers gasps, racing forward, sinking to their knees to pet the excited border collie puppy that was leashed to a tree.

Their aunt and uncle beamed down at them as they watched the kids play with the pup. She jumped into their laps, licked their faces, rolled over so the boys could rub her belly. The boys were shrieking with joy. “She’s so cute!” “How old is she?” “Does she have a name?” “Did you really get her for us?” “Do we really get to keep her?”

“Boys what did I just tell y’a about talkin’ over each other.” All the attention turned to Miles Sr. At the look of exasperation on their fathers face, the boys sobered from their excitement.

“Papa….” Hunter called, making sure he looked as wide eyed and pitiful as possible.

His father sighed, “Hunter don’t you start…”

“Papa please…” said Miles every bit as pleading as his little brother.

“Miles not you too…”

“Please Papa.” “Look at her, how can you say no to this face.” “We promise we’ll take good care of her.” “Yeah! We’ll take her on walks…” “…and feed her…” “….and give her baths…” “…and pick up her shit…”

“Alright alright, quit your begging already.”

The woods became quiet as they all waited for the fathers decision. Z was the first to break the silence. “We thought it’d be good for the boys to have a little extra company.”

“Yeah!” Lyle said, “a friend..”

The Colonel scoffed, “what do they need a friend for. There’s two of ‘em!” The brothers both shrank inward, bracing for the inevitable no. Their father noticed and lost some of his fire. “God, do you two have to look so absolutely pathetic? You’re killin’ me here! Or maybe I’m just goin’ soft. Keep the damn dog I don’t care…” His son’s where wrapped around him in an instant

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Papa!” Hunter's face was buried in his father’s torso, muffling his shouts of joy.

“Thank you so much Pa,” Miles said, tucked under his father’s chin.

Miles Sr squeezed his sons tight, “anything for you boys.”

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #blood brothers au

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twinklychan · 3 months

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Ib the song: Lovers - Anna of the North

Warning: Angst, the main lead (y/n), is in a constant state of hallucination about a past lover, death, su!c!de

Not proofread!

"I'll never walk away, I'll always be by your side." He said, smiling down on you as you both were cuddling on the couch in his living room. You giggled as you kissed his hand, which was draped over your chest like a protective fence.

“I'll always be by your side.” You smiled, looking up in his eyes as they shone with love and passion for you. Your face heated as a blush crept up your neck, dusting your cheeks.

Seungmin suppressed a smile, obviously noticing the blush as he felt his heart melt. He felt special, knowing that only he was able to make you blush with his words.

You then quickly turned around again, cuddling more into his hand as you tried to hide your face.

“I'll never break your heart.” He whispered into your ear as you swatted his hand, blushing even harder at his uncommon cheesiness.

“What happened to my seungmin?” You asked, rather whining as he threw his head back onto the backrest, laughing.

“What?? Can't I be romantic?” He teased and you turned around, pulling out of his embrace only for him to let out a small cry at the loss of warmth around his chest.

“Nooo~” he pouted exaggeratedly, making you giggle once again.

You then quickly pecked his lips, feeling him smiling into it. He grabbed you by your waist as you wanted to pull away, pulling you flush against his body, faces only mere centimeters apart as you avoided eye contact.

“We've been together for 5 years, 3 months and 20 days and you still can't keep eye contact.” He laughed teasingly as you groaned, letting your head fall into his chest.

“I know~ I'm trying my best here, okay?” You asked and he nodded, kissing the top of your head.

“I know, baby, don't stress out on it, I think it's cute.” He mumbled. You lifted up your head and looked at his lips, your face felt like a phone overheating.

He smiled down on you fondly, grabbing your cheeks with his hands as he desperately broke the distance between you, just like he did when you kissed for the first time.

He went every extra mile there was to make you smile and see you all happy. You wanted to do the same.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddling on the couch, just laughing and reminiscing about past memories.

You would enjoy every second of it, appreciating it.

But just like everything in your life, he had to leave too soon. Taken away like the beautiful flower he was, leaving you in the garden, ugly and untouched. You wanted to be picked up just like he was but beautiful flowers were never overlooked, only the ugly ones.

You wanted to see him again, feel him, hear him speak, finally keep eye contact. If you had known just how soon he'd be gone, you would've tried so much harder. You would've looked at him so many times, your mind could draw a picture of him, with every single detail.

But it was too late. You were too late. Once again. You hated every second of it.

Every second of the pain in your heart, slowly building a whole city of broken homes. As if you'd try to kill yourself unconsciously.

Your crying was the only thing that was echoing throughout the apartment of you both, you remembered the countless movie nights, cooking together in the kitchen, getting ready in the bathroom. Everything. it all slipped out of your grip.

As if you had a handful of sand, not noticing how one by one more and more sand was falling down. You had tried your best to protect it. But you were never enough.

You cried uncontrollably, day and night, your friends worrying behind your apartment door as you never opened it. No one was allowed to see you as broken as you were right now. Only Seungmin. Only he would be allowed to see you in your worst and best moments. But he was gone.

“He's…he's g-” you couldn't even mouth it as you kept on crying, he's gone. Sadness turned into anger as you kept on crying.

“How?!” You screamed at a picture of the both of you.

“HOW- how could you leave me behind?” you whimpered the last part.

“I wanted to be able to look into your eyes, I wanted to be able to show you the loving you gave me. I wanted to be able to reflect on you. I wanted to- I wanted us to be forever.” You cried, laying down on the couch you had endless cuddly nights on.

“How- how will I ever be able to move on?”

“When will I see you again?” You asked, your whimpers growing stronger and stronger as you looked at the pills in your hands.

“I can't live- I can't live without you.” You mumbled, downing every pill you had, grabbing a glass of water and gulping down everything you had.

“Don't worry my love, we'll meet again. Sooner as you may think.” You whispered as you hugged a pillow, feeling how your body lost its life, its shine. Your eyelids felt heavy on your face, as you let them close, finally coming to peace.

The peace you craved. The peace you needed. Your breathing calmed down, until it stopped.

And when your friends finally managed to break into your apartment after days of trying to find a way, their heart fell.

Your lifeless body on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket that smelled like him. The worst part was how calm you looked. You looked happier than ever. A smile on your face. It looked like it was everything you needed.

And no one could bring you back.

#seungmin #kim seungmin #straykids angst #skz #straykids fanfiction #straykids imagine #straykids oneshots #angst #skz angst #sad ending #oneshot

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harrison-abbott · 3 months

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I went to see a psychiatrist

To see if I could get some help

With my verbal tics; because they

Had bothered me my entire life

And they made other people

Think I was funny,

When I wasn’t, or so I hoped;

I had a job and a flat and friends:

Everything else was all right aside

From these tics – where I would

Spasmodically say words without

Meaning to; when I was in the

Supermarket or on the bus or

Just walking down the street, all

At random. …

So I looked up this psychiatrist

Chap who was within my price

Range. And I took the tram out

To his office, which was in

Some ugly industrial building

Several miles away. And I was

Pretty nervous about meeting him.

The only things I knew about

Psychiatry were from TV shows

And scenes in books and thus I

Was no expert. And so I thought

I would meet the cute girl

Receptionist at a plush desk and

Then would be shown in to this

Equally snazzy room with books

Lining the walls and two huge

Arm chairs on either side of

A coffeetable … But all that

Happened was that I went to

The ground floor and asked to

See this man and they told me

To get that elevator and then

I found an office four minutes

Later and this chap asked me

To come in and shut the door

And sit at his tinny table. He

Spent another minute checking

His emails and then he shut

His laptop away and then he

Sat back and asked me to describe

My problem. And I’ve never been

So good a speaker in any sense.

You know how people are good

With their voice, that they have

That thespian thing? Well, I have

Never quite been adept with language.

I can write okay but when it comes

To speaking I stumble over the words

And I used to have a stutter when

I was a kid and I have extra problems

With eye contact and so on, etc etc.

And because I was trying to explain

Something that bothered me I got

A bit emotional at the same time.

About my tic. Tics. There are many

Of them – where I spout out a word

Involuntarily. And as I was relaying

The description, I started to tic,

Right there in front of this man.

He first noticed it with a snap of

His own head, and he blinked, as

If hearing a popped balloon.

And I tried to control it but I couldn’t

And so I just kept tic tic ticking

Right in front of him. And at first

He put his hand up to his mouth,

Which I thought at first was to

Mask his embarrassment. And so

I thought he was empathetic …

But then his fingers slipped off

And I saw that he was smiling.

He was trying not to laugh.

And then he laughed. Ho hee ha.

He scoffed and I stared at him

And he spluttered and it was quite

Bizarre because I didn’t have the

Confidence to say some dramatic

Commanding line to get him to

Hush up and I eventually had

To stop altogether because the tics

Had invaded the whole monologue.

What I did instead was to get up

From my chair and bolt out of the

Room and whilst I was hurt and so

On I didn’t see why I had to pay this

Man for his session and he called

After me Mister … and my surname

And his expression had changed and

He wasn’t getting fifty fucking pound

To laugh at me like we were in high

School, which was probably where

All of this mess began and proliferated.

#writeblr #creative writing #prose #writers on tumblr #prose poetry #poems #poem #stories #short fiction #tumblr writers #fiction #short story #flash fiction #spilled ink

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hexpea · 1 year

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Ch. 12 - The Big Day

Your eyes fluttered open with the doors to see the packed room, all eyes glued to you completely - a few faces with awe and others with boredom, while a select few even looked to be jealous. But you didn't care about any one of them, shockingly enough. There was only one patient face in the crowd you worried about picking out.

Suguru stood right in front of his empty throne with the officiator at the center. He held his hands clutched together with the smallest, sweetest smile on his face. He wore a luxurious looking coat made of the deepest, jade green material with golden buttons and accents. His vest had a similar color and pattern with slacks that looked to be perfectly ironed. He looked the most handsome you had ever seen him, this being the first time he wasn't casually dressed before you. It was a nice change of pace, but you could definitely say you preferred his casual look. It brought him down to earth.

The look on his face almost drowned out the organ music playing to lead you down the aisle. On each side of you were your parents, happily hooking their arms with you to lead you toward your future husband.

Prior to this day you had thought you'd back out, even if it meant backing out while halfway down the aisle. You thought you'd feel the sensation...the need to run...as you walked down the fancy carpet that laid between the newly set up pews in the throne room. But you felt everything but.

Your heart pounded about a thousand miles a minute and you could feel your cheeks heating up hotter than they had ever been. You...confident you - was somehow nervous as hell. But you had no intention of giving up now. Something within you was telling you that you had nothing to fear; that marrying Suguru wasn't such a bad thing after all. He had proven himself to be a sweet caretaker who only wanted what was best for his subjects. You could live with being with a guy like that, no weight on your shoulders whatsoever.

The nerves that you had quickly turned into a smile as you drew closer to him. Your feelings were much more genuine than you had anticipated. The distaste and disinterest you originally had with the king had changed completely.

When you had finished approaching the altar, your parents kissed your cheeks and took a seat in the front row. Your mother had a stray tear in her eye and your father the biggest smile you had ever seen on him. That's what this was all for, right?

You had gently taken Suguru's hand that was carefully outstretched to you and faced him, the officiator standing at the middle with their own warm smile.

"Hi," he mouthed to you as the officiant began to speak. He squeezed your hands that rested in his as part of his greeting.

"We are gathered here today..." the officiant spoke loud and clear as you kept your focus on Suguru. They continued the usual spiel that you tuned out, your mind completely enamored by your arranged fiancé's pearly white smile.

"Hi," you mouthed back with a grin.

You had barely noticed it was time to speak, being so caught up in Suguru's heartwarming facial expression, until he himself started speaking.

He had nervously cleared his throat before doing so. "Y/N," he began, "I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death we shall part." It was all completely scripted, you knew that, but something behind the light in his eyes told you he was being more genuine than you had thought.

You held the careful eye contact with him as you repeated those same words, not even hearing yourself as they spilled from your lips. His smile quivered as you spoke, your voice doing its own shaking. You had to admit that you felt quite a bit of stress from the sheer amount of attention you were receiving.

The whole thing didn't feel real at all, even as the thin, metal band was slipped on your finger. In fact, it became all the more surreal. And at that point, it was time for what the audience had been waiting for.

"You may now kiss the bride," the officiator smiled wide, closing the small book they had read the script from.

Suguru lifted his eyebrows in your direction as if to ask for permission, slowly leaning down to wait for your objection. But you threw him for a loop and quickly slung your arms around his neck and smashed your lips to his. The crowd came to a stand, applause and cheering filling the room as your lips met. He leaned into your kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer as the most natural maneuver.

The applause continued as the two of you took one another's hand and began strolling down the aisle as the new Mr. and Mrs. Your smiles were wide as you began to escape the gazes of hundreds of guests.

"It's done, right?" You sighed as the two of you cooled down in a small office-type room away from the exiting crowd. "Like, you're free now? No more stress from the nobles about you getting married?"

"Well," he nervously chuckled and leaned against the desk that sat in front of a nearby window, "at least the marriage part for now. Going to have to think of a solution for that other part eventually, though."

"Which is a part of our deal," you pointed at him seriously. "I've got my limits."

"I know, I know, I've got it covered," he smiled. There was a brief pause before he continued. "You look really beautiful right now."

Your face quickly reddened, but you snapped out of it as soon as possible. "Thanks, as if I'm not beautiful otherwise," you teased. He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smile from your sass.

"You know that's not what I mean," he grumbled and looked away, the edges of his mouth twitching.

"But at least we get to party, right?" You quickly changed the subject. "And this time I don't have to work!" You nudged him with your elbow and wiggled your eyebrows, making sure to give him a winning grin of encouragement.

"Absolutely," he gave a relieved smile. "Let's not keep the public waiting," he then surprised you by leaning forward and leaving a lingering peck on your forehead.

He continued to walk toward the door, leaving you speechless. You weren't intending any of these feelings.

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beaversatemygrandma · 1 year

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So today, it was a pokemon go community day and me and my dad have made it a regular thing to go to one of the big parks in the city (that’s actually on the go meetup map so there’s SO MANY people playing there). We went today. People everywhere playing pokemon. Just casual conversations about pokemon going on literally everywhere. Sadly, nobody talks to each other. Me included. I would totally want to make a friend out there like that tbh. Now, a big raid started and there was a few people sitting in the same group of benches as me and my dad. When i sat down, I looked at one of the guys sitting there alone, also playing pokemon. I may have lingered a moment, doing my own double take to look at who he was. Keep in mind, I have never met this man in my life. He looks EXACTLY Like my ex (the good one who I’m still close with too) but somehow cuter?? So i had that running through my mind. He looked up. We had that weird eye contact of ‘yeah, that’s somebody checking you out’ and i just panic and sit down and finish prepping my team. Anywho, after the raid, i got final hit, I’m beaming about that to my dad and talking about just how fucking cute and murderous my shiny sylveon is. I notice this guy giving me the same damn look as before and I couldn’t help but keep him in my peripheral as i caught the raid boss. (Finally got me a guzzlord today guys) Well, it’s odd. I was getting vibes from this guy and all i wanted to do was turn around and drag him into a conversation by asking him for his pokemon friend code because he was obviously there for the same reason as i was. Common ground, easy enough right? No. Because i didn’t do that even tho i had the whole thing planned out in my head. I sat around catching more teddiursa and then just stood up and was like, ‘alright, let’s circle the pond.’ It’s this huge nearly mile long path around a pond. Perfect for walks and perfect for getting your buddy to give you some freaking candy. (I circled it twice today and my knees hurt lol) Well, me and my dad start walking and the guy also gets up and I half expected him to maybe follow (let’s be honest here, bad idea and he made the right call) or leave. He ended up going the opposite direction and i was thinking, ‘damn, i should’ve said something.’ Well, further around the circle, I’m walking along. My bag was full. My pokemon storage was full. The sun was right on my screen so i had it up closer to my face trying to see the EXACT thing i was tossing out. And guess who’s RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME? Yeah. It’s him. I looked up at the exact time that he was stepping around this group that was taking wedding pics for some reason (?? There was so many groups doing that and i cannot tell you why, but that park is a hotspot for that stuff) and purposely gives me that look as if he was stepping up and initiating a convo. I literally felt my heart skip a fucking beat. I panicked for a second. He was INCHES from me. Looking dead on. I wasn’t imagining that. It was like that look somebody in a bar gives you before they send you a damn drink. Me. Like a dipshit who was literally hoping I’d run into him again to initiate something ended up looking further into my phone, face literally fucking burning, and kept walking.

Great job, me. You did good. Avoiding a potential friend with common interests who you’re very much attracted to. Which was exactly something you were hoping to just up and run into some day.

I could tell he had given up on that because obviously you don’t want to be that guy who just pops up on a girl talking to her when you literally don’t know her even though the signs were very much given. So, props to him for not being a piece of shit. Probably also had something to do with the fact that i was with my dad too. Tbh, i think the only reason i didn’t even say something was because my dad was two feet away. Can’t have my dad knowing that some guy with long curly hair could literally have me wrapped around his fingers with one damn look or anything. Because, yeah, i would’ve made some slutty mistakes here.

When we left i literally texted my ex like ‘dude i swear i saw you at the park today’ even though i know he’s hundreds of miles away at home. I found my nerd in the wild. Or at least his doppelganger who’s somehow prettier. The literal only differences between my ex and this guy physically was that this guy seemed slightly thinner (let’s be honest these aren’t some skinny guys at all but he seemed fit), and his hair was longer. That was it. And my god did i have some thoughts going on because he was so damn attractive to me. Like my ex is maybe a 6 on my scale if we’re going that far. This guy was like an 8.

But now, that was hours ago. I cannot get that out of my head. And I regret the fact that i cannot for the life of me make the first move of conversation. Perfect chance too. And I’m here in this city with millions of people and likely will never see this guy ever again. So. Fun. It led to the thought that i should get back on tinder and i just cringed at myself there. But yeah. That’s there. Didn’t help that today i felt more feminine and honestly looked fucking hot. So. If there was a time where i was ‘peacocking’ today was that day. I was doing it. And i failed. So, doing great. Yeah.

Maybe I dodged a bullet. He could’ve been a republican or something. *shrugs* Tbf tho, i am not somebody a republican would even look at like that. I have such short hair and was wearing a button up with literal pagan symbols. But hey. Maybe, just maybe, I dodged a bullet.

Goddamn. Why am i like this around long haired men??? WHY? His hair was So Nice Tho...

#taks speaks #hi this is stupid but its stuck in my head so im getting it out #i may just be lonely out here and too socially inept to make friends but eh #friends or potentially more bc holy shit

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likeahorribledream · 3 years

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okay I send a mini request?

Can it be please like in a new relationship with Bucky Barnes (like when the reader & him first start to date?) and she notices how touched starved he is - and maybe when she goes to touch him (in a non sexual way, like maybe she goes to take his hand or rubs his back??) he flinches at first? But soon realises that not everyone who touches him is gonna hurt him? 🥺 thats just what I’m thinking about this afternoon 😭

I hope this inspired something! Hope you have a lovely weekend :)

Thank you so much for requesting this. I loved the idea so much. It's a little different from what you suggested but I hope you still like it!

Missing Piece

Part Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Not beta read, a whole lot of fluff, talks of anxiety and anxiety attack but it doesn't go into details.

This is my first request ever and I hope I did good. Feel free to send me more requests, I had so much fun writing this.

When Steve first mentioned that Bucky would soon join them at the new house, everybody got a little wiry. The Winter Soldier’s reputation preceded him everywhere he went, his past was far from being a secret, whether you were an avenger or not.

You had gotten pretty close to Steve after you joined the team. Everyone had welcomed you with open arms and you had nothing to complain about, but Steve always went the extra mile. When you first moved in, he always made sure you were included in their group activities, if no one wanted to train with you he would always volunteer quickly so you wouldn’t feel like an outsider. The team had been together for a very long time before your arrival and it was never easy to let anyone in and to trust them, especially in life or death situations.

Steve had even made sure that your room was on the same floor as his so you’d know you always had someone you trusted around. He treated you like his baby sister and you loved it. He told you all about his life pre-serum and post-serum, telling you everything about his history with Bucky, never calling him once by the name Hydra had given him. You had heard so much about Bucky that you felt like you already knew him. You got excited when Steve told everyone he was going to join the team, from all the stories you had heard from Steve, he was definitely someone you wanted to have watching your back and to have as a friend.

Steve walked in first to make sure that not everyone was waiting for them, like he had asked, as to not overwhelm Bucky as soon as he stepped inside. No one was really looking forward to meeting him, anyway. When he saw that the coast was clear, he gestured for Bucky to come in.

You had been reading in the other room, close to the front door, when you heard the door open, some shuffling and the door close. You stood up from the couch, securing your bookmark in between two pages before closing your book and holding it close to your chest as you walked over, grinning at Steve.

‘’You’re back!!’’

You looked around, not seeing Bucky anywhere. You frowned. You took a few steps towards Steve to hug him and that’s when you saw him, standing behind his best friend. Almost hiding.

You gave your friend a big hug before smiling at Bucky.

‘’Hi.’’

Bucky nodded towards you, not saying a word and avoiding eye contact. He looked at the book you were holding and focused on it instead of you. You kept your eyes on him for a few moments, looking at his face and how exhausted he looked. Not only physically but emotionally and mentally. You wanted to hug him so badly, tell him that he’s finally safe but you didn’t. You knew it would take some time before Bucky warmed up to you, and you were willing to wait.

After that day, you weren’t hanging out with Steve as much as you used to do. You didn’t want to force his best friend to be around you, and Steve was the only person he knew and trusted so of course they were always together. You spent most of your days training at the gym or reading in your room, leaving the door open almost hoping someone would come over and talk to you but without Steve, you were always alone.

You were surprised when one day, as you were reading yet again, Steve knocked on your door before walking in, Bucky following right behind him. The soldier gave you a small nod before walking over to your book shelf and looking at every book you owned. Making a mental list of the ones he would to borrow one day.

Steve sat down next to you on your bed and wrapped his right arm around your shoulders, hugging you.

‘’Hi.’’ He grinned down at you.

‘’Hey, stranger.’’ You smiled, hugging him back.

He held you close to his chest, your head on his shoulder as you played with his fingers.

You were a very anxious person, always worrying about something or overthinking situations that happened long ago or could happen in the future, near or far. Steve picked up on it really quickly after meeting you. He did some research on anxiety and read somewhere that hugging anxious people helped calm them down, if they were ok with being touched. The next time he saw you, he told you everything he had learned about the subject. It touched you that someone had taken the time to look up ways to help you and to better understand you. You told him that you had read the same thing but you didn’t know if it worked with you because no one ever hugged you.

The next time he saw you getting anxious, he walked slowly towards you and held his arms open, giving you the choice whether you wanted to be touched or not at this moment. You didn’t hesitate before walking into his opened arms, wrapping your own around his torso and closing your eyes, resting your head on his chest. He hugged you so tightly, it was almost difficult to breathe but for some reason it only made you feel safer. From that moment on, he was always hugging you or holding your hands to ground you. The heroes living with them had gotten used to it but Bucky was surprised when he turned around to see you all over each other.

He noticed how relaxed you both looked, how at peace you seemed to be and he almost asked you to hug him in the same way but instead looked away, staring out the window. The thought of you touching him made his heart flutter while terrifying him at the same time. When strangers touch him, it never ends well for Bucky. Afterthe super soldiers left your room that night, Bucky asked Steve if you were his girlfriend and when Steve said no, he asked why he was holding you as ifyou were, that’s when he told him about your anxiety and that it was one of the ways he had found to ground you toreality when your mind started to go into the big, black hole that made you lose touch with your rationality.

Bucky spent the entire night reading about it on the internet, a tool he had found useful ever since he had ran away from Hydra, surprised to see that there were actual scientific researches about the whole thing. He thought about all the nights he had spent awake and terrified to go to sleep because of the things he would see once he closed his eyes, wondering if he had someone to hug would make him feel better. If he had you to hug. Without even knowing why, he realized that he had never craved someone’s touch more than he did yours. Maybe together you could help the other one heal but first he had to get over his fear of people touching him.

He decided to start small. Steve had told him multiple times that you weren’t scared of him but he wasn’t completely convinced, he was careful to not give you any reason to actually fear him.

Bucky joined yours and Steve’s conversations more often, not talking much but still participating. The first time you heard him laugh at something Steve had said, you thought your heart was literally going to melt in your chest. His eyes had lit up, the little creases around his eyes deepened and you swore in this moment you’d do anything to hear him laugh again.

After a while, you started to notice that Bucky was opening up to you more every day. You were happy about it; and scared you might do something wrong and make him shut you out like he did the rest of the people living with you.

A few weeks later, he started seeking you out on his own. Steve was gone on a mission for Fury, Bucky panicked, it’ll be the first time Steve would leave him on his own since he was brought to the house. Steve had told him that he’ll be okay, he wasn’t really alone. You were there, he could trust you. Then, it dawned on him. He was finally be able to spend time alone with you, without having to ask Steve and explain why he wanted to be alone with you. Panic was quickly replaced by excitement.

You were in your room, sitting at your desk for once, looking at videos Steve had been sending you during his flight. You rolled your eyes every time you received a new link. The poor man thought he had just discovered all the hidden gems of the internet and you didn’t have the heart to tell him these videos had been going around for years. You were about to write back to him when you heard a small knock on your opened door. You almost jumped at the sound, no one ever came around when Steve was gone, you weren’t expecting anyone. You turned around in your chair and couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face.

‘’Come in, James. You don’t need to knock.’’ You waved for him to come in.

His knees almost buckled under his weight every time you said his name. He had always hated it when people called him James but when you do, it had such an effect on him that he was sure he’d be ready to do anything for you as long as you kept calling him James. He cursed at himself in his head, he used to be so smooth. One tiny smirk and girls would line up to go out with him. He always knew what to say, how to make the girls blush. Now here he was, not being able to make a sound while blushing, just because you smiled at him and called him by his name.

He cleared his throat before talking, not trusting his voice after his little moment of weakness. He gave you a small smile and pointed his thumb over his shoulder, at your book shelf.

‘’I was- I was wondering if I could maybe borrow a book? I promise I’ll bring it back. It can be anything.. even if there’s some pages missing or somethin’..’’ He bit his lower lip to shut himself up, rambling too much for his own taste. You don’t think you had heard him say that many words in a row before and you tried to ignore the little butterflies that erupted in your stomach, all just from hearing the sound of his voice.

You brought a hand to your chest, pretending to be offended. Bucky opened his eyes wide when he saw your expression and cursed at himself, once again. Of course you wouldn’t want to lend him anything, he thought. It was stupid of him to even ask. Why would you trust him with anything? After everything he’s done, he’s surprised you even felt comfortable having him in your room.

‘’You think that I-’’ You paused dramatically. ‘’I have books with pages missing? Mr. Barnes.’’ You shook your head before continuing. ‘’I thought you knew me better than this.’’

He looked at you for a few seconds before laughing. It was definitely not the answer he was expecting. He was full on laughing, like he had done with Steve a few days ago, and you were glad you were still sitting because your knees went weak, once again, at the sound.

You.

You had made Bucky Barnes laugh.

‘’Sorry doll, won’t make that mistake again.’’ He told you once he had stopped laughing.

You definitely needed to stay on the chair, your legs couldn’t be trusted around him, the new nickname having the same effect on you as his laugh.

Your cheeks felt hot as a bright pink crept up on your neck, all the way to your ears. Bucky noticed the sudden change of color on your face but didn’t say anything about it. He caught himself thinking about how soft your skin looked and about how much he wanted to brush his fingers on your cheeks.

‘’You can take whichever book you want, just not the one on my nightstand because I’m reading it.’’ You smiled.

It took Bucky about 5 minutes before finally picking a book. Well, actually it had taken him one minute to decide and 4 minutes to try to find an excuse to try and stay with you longer but he couldn’t think of anything. He grabbed the book and turned around, facing you to thank you and started walking out when you called out to him.

‘’Actually, I’d feel better if you read the book in my room. You talking about book missing pages worries me a little.’’ You teased, hoping he would stay with you.

He chuckled and walked back inside, holding both his hands up in surrender, one of them still holding the book. His heart started to beat faster at the simple thought of you wanting him around.

‘’Fair enough.’’ He smiled.

You pointed to the bean bag chair sitting in the corner, close to the book shelf and then to your bed.

‘’You can either sit there or on my bed.’’ Her eyes lit up and he recognized that look. He had seen it hundreds of times on Steve. That’s the look that came before he made a joke about him. ‘’Although, you might be too old to sit in a bean bag chair.’’ You stood up, pretending to look for the tag that had the warnings on it. ‘’How old are you? I think this if for child over 4 and adults under 70.’’

There it is. You had definitely been spending too much time with Steve, he thought before sticking his tongue out at you.

‘’My knees are probably in a better shape than yours.’’ He teased back before sitting on your bed, his back against the headboard.

You chuckled. ‘’Oh, most definitely.’’

You spent the entire day in your room reading while sitting next to Bucky on your bed. Never touching him, but being close enough that you could feel his warmth.

He couldn’t focus on the book at all, his thoughts always going back to how close you were sitting and how if he juststretchedhis hand out a tiny bit, he’d be able to hold your hand or wondering how it would feel to have you all snuggled up against his chest. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t feel you moving your hand towardshis arm. You wanted to read to himsomething in your book that you thoughthe would love and without thinking you reached out to him to get his attention. Before you could even touch him, Bucky flinched so hard you thought he was going to fall off the bed. You brought your hand back to your body, holding it close to your chest.

‘’Bucky, I’m so sorry. I- I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.’’

Tears started to blur your vision. You felt bad for not thinking before acting, you were scared that you had crossed a line and that he wouldn’t want to be around you and a small part of you felt sad that he didn’t want you touching him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, so the tears wouldn’t fall. You weren’t about to cry in front of Bucky when he was the one that needed comforting.

‘’It’s okay.’’ He reassured you but it wasn’t okay. He was mad at himself for reacting in the way he did, when literally just seconds before all he could think about was feeling your skin against his own.

After what your refer to in your head as ‘’the incident’’, you were very careful to avoid any physical contact with Bucky. Every time you could feel him or his body temperature, you would take a few steps in the opposite direction to put some distance between the two of you.

Something Steve noticed the few days after he had came back from his mission. Bucky seemed almost sad and you well, guilt was clearly eating at you. Steve could tell something had changed while he was away but he didn’t know what. He didn’t ask questions, you would tell him in your own time.

It had been a week since Steve had gotten back from his latest mission and he decided that a movie night was very much needed. He told everyone to be in the living room at 8pm sharp and that everyone had to wear their best Pjs.

‘’Yes Bucky that also includes you.’’ He added before his best friend had even opened his mouth to ask the question. He mumbled something under his breath, something only the other super soldier could hear. Whatever was said, it made Steve roll his eyes and chuckle to himself.

You ate dinner in your room, something that happened quite often, and decided to watch a few episodes of your favorite show while you finished dinner. You completely lost track of time, until FRIDAY’s voice echoed in your room.

‘’Captain Rogers would like to know if, and I quote, you had any intention on joining them in this lifetime?’’

You looked at the clock and cursed, running to the living room. Everyone was already sitting down and were waiting for you. You whispered a small ‘’sorry’’ before looking around to find an empty seat. There was one. Next to Bucky. You felt a little bit of anger towards your teammates for not wanting to sit next to him, it had been over a month since he had moved in, it was time they started warming up to him.

Little did you know that the empty spot next to Bucky had been left empty on purpose. He had been one of the firsts in the living room, he wanted to sit on the small sofa and to not be piled up on the big couch with everyone else. Every time someone had tried sitting down next to him, he glared at them until they sat somewhere else. Even Steve.

Tony almost warned you to not sit next to Bucky, that he didn’t want anyone sitting next to him but stopped himself as you sat down. Everyone was surprised that Bucky hadn’t glared at you, if they looked close enough they could almost see him smiling at you. A light bulb went off in Steve’s head and he smirked, understanding what was happening.

You were nervous to be sitting this close to Bucky, there was absolutely no space for you to move. You tried to stay as still as you possibly could to make sure you weren’t going to touch him by accident.

Bucky was looking at the screen but he wasn’t watching the movie. He noticed how you tried not to move but all he wanted was for you to be close to him, a lot closer than you were right now. He was racking his brain, trying to find a way to let you know what he wanted without having to actually say it out loud. He looked down at your hand that was laying flat on your thigh. The Avengers were way too engrossed in the movie to notice if he decided to reach over to you and held your hand.

He missed his old life. He missed his old self, the man he was wouldn’t be nervous at the idea of holding your hand. Hell, the old Bucky would probably be all over you; holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheeks and playing with your hair while you had your head on his shoulder.

You were sitting in a weird position and your butt started to feel numb. You needed to move. Looking at Bucky from the corner of your eye, you took your hands away from your thighs so you could uncross your legs and stretch them. You had been so focus on his face that you never saw his hand that had almost reached yours before you knocked into it as you moved. That also meant you didn’t miss the way Bucky flinched and recoiled, moving moreto his side of the sofa. Your heart tightened in your chest, a selfish part of you was hoping that Bucky would trust you by now.

You stood up so fast that everyone’s attention was on you instead of the screen.

‘’I don’t feel like watching a movie, I’m going to bed.’’ You mumbled before storming out of the living room. Bucky clearly didn’t want you anywhere near him and he should be able to enjoy the movie without having you ruining his night. You were always hiding in your room anyway, no one would miss you.

Steve looked at Bucky as confusion could be read all over his face, he frowned and waited for Bucky to say something but he just shrugged and looked away. From the outside, Bucky looked like he wasn’t fazed but inside, he wanted to explode. He couldn’t believe it happened, again. He didn’t mean to flinch, and hurt your feelings in the process.

The blonde stood up and walked over to your room. He listened for a few seconds to see if you were sleeping and when he heard you moving around, he knocked gently.

‘’Toots?’’ He called out. Steve had called you that once and you had hated it, so of course Steve started using it all the time and you secretly started loving it.

You opened the door and smiled at Steve. ‘’What’s up?’’

‘’Wanna tell me what happened with Buck?’’

You sighed and stepped aside, letting him in and closing the door behind him. You sat down on your bed and shrugged.

‘’I don’t think Bucky likes me that much. I thought we were getting along fine but he keeps flinching whenever I touch him and I totally understand why, with everything that happened to him but I don’t know.’’ You sighed and looked down. ‘’He almost looks disgusted every time I touch him by accident.’’

Steve started laughing, almost uncontrollably, the kind of laugh that would be contagious if it didn’t feel like he was laughing at you. You raised an eyebrow, frowning. You crossed your arms over your chest, hurt.

‘’Are you laughing at me?’’ He stopped laughing almost instantly and he shook his head, walking over to you quickly and sat down besides you.

‘’No. No, absolutely not.’’ He grabbed your hands. ‘’It’s just that Bucky is nervous around you.’’

‘’But why? He looks fine around other people. Did I do something wrong? If I did something he should tell me so I don’t do it again.’’ You pleaded.

‘’I assure you, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s the opposite. You’ve been nothing but sweet to him and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He doesn’t think he deserves kindness, from anyone, especially not from you. He’s so used to have people turn on him, he’s expecting the same to happen with you. Not that you would turn on him, but y’know.’’ He squeezed your hands.

You nodded. Of course you knew. Bucky spent the last 70 years being manipulated and tortured by people who claimed they were on his side. You wish you could make him see and understand that he isn’t the Winter Soldier anymore, that what happened was out of his control and that he deserved kindness and love as much as any of them did.

‘’I can’t believe I made this about me.’’ You dropped your head in your hands. ‘’I’m sorry, Steve.’’

‘’Stop it, don’t feel bad. This isn’t a ‘’normal’’ situation. It’s totally understandable for you to be confused. I’ve known Bucky my whole life, I can read him like a book otherwise I’d probably feel the same way you do.’’

‘’I should probably go apologize to him.’’ You started getting up.

‘’Apologize for what? For having feelings and being confused as to how to act because it’s your first time being around a former brain-washed assassin? Toots, there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s human nature, I’m sure he’s not upset with you in any way.’’

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, making you sit back down on your bed. He was right.

There was a small knock at your door, so small you would have thought you had imagined it if it weren’t for Steve turning his head to look at the door.

‘’Come in.’’ You said, sitting back down on your bed.

The door slowly opened, Bucky was standing on the other side of it. He had a sad look on his face.

‘’Is this a bad time?’’ He asked hesitantly.

‘’Not at all.’’ Steve said while getting up. ‘’I was just about to leave. Good night toots.’’ He kissed the top of your head quickly and walked out, closing the door.

Neither of you talked for a long minute before Bucky finally moved and sat at the edge of your bed.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He said, looking down.

You were surprised by his apology because he had absolutely nothing to apologize for. You moved on your bed, getting closer to him while still keeping some distance between the two of you.

‘’Sorry for what?’’ You sounded confused, and you were.

‘’For flinching.’’ He mumbled, embarrassed.

‘’Oh, James, no.’’ You wanted to comfort him so badly, there was this urge inside of you that screamed to try to take away all of his pain. Without even thinking, you raised one of your hands to his shoulder but stopped yourself before actually touching him.

‘’Don’t.’’ He pleaded, looking at you with pain in his eyes.

‘’I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.’’ You looked down.

‘’No. Don’t stop.’’

‘’Wh- What?’’ You looked up at him.

He didn’t know how to ask. He wanted you to touch him so badly, just to feel your skin on his but saying Please touch me would sound all kind of wrongs. He looked down at your hand and then looked backintoyour eyes, hoping you would understand.

Then something clicked in your mind.

‘’You-... You want me to...?’’ You trailed off, scared to finish your question. What if you’ve been reading this situation all wrong and pushed him even further away, but he nodded.

‘’Please, sweetheart.’’ He pressed, he almost sounded on the verge of begging and he would probably have felt embarrassed if he hadn’t needed you so badly.

‘’Are you sure?’’ You looked in his eyes, the answer written all over of his face. He was more than sure, he had been waiting for this almost since the moment he first saw you.

You raised your hand again and slowly moved it towards him, giving him every opportunity to stop you if he changed his mind. You first thought had been to put your hand on his shoulder, then you saw how he was looking at you and couldn’t stop yourself. Your fingertips gently brushed against his cheek, easing him into it. This time he didn’t flinch and you were so relieved, you could have almost cried.

You wanted to go slow, not wanting to scare him but the moment your fingers touched his skin, he leaned into your touch, nuzzling his cheek closer toyour palm. He closed his eyes and sighed, content. He looked beautiful and you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest, it was beating so fast.

You brushed your thumb softly across his cheek a few times and slowly started to let go of his face. His eyes snapped open and he grabbed your hand with his, a small whine rumbling in his chest. You took his hand and smiled.

‘’It’s okay.’’ You whispered, scared that if you spoke up; it would ruin the moment or worse, you would realize this was all a dream and you would wake up.

You let go of his hand, shuffling on your bed until your back was against the headboard. You moved around a little bit, sliding a little further down on the mattress so only your shoulders and head would be held up by the headboard and your back rested on your pillows. You wiggled your legs under the covers and smiled. You extended both arms towards him, making grabby hands and grinning.

He smiled before quickly moving towards you. You lifted the covers so he could get under them, and let them fall on his lower half once he had settled next to you. You let him snuggle against your side, almost halfof his body being on top of yours as he tried not to crush you under his weight. You watched him as he got comfortable. Now that he knew how you felt against his skin, he didn’t want to let go and he was going to be as clingy as you would allow him to be. He had spent over 70 years without being touched in a way that didn’t make his skin crawl, he had over 70 years worth of loving touches to catch up on. He had found someone who wasn't disgusted by who he was and what he had done. For some reasons he didn't understand, you cared about him and actually wanted him in your life. He had found someone who didn't want to hurt him or manipulate him. He found his person.

His flesh arm wrapped around your middle while his vibranium arm snaked under you, wrapping you completely in his arms. He laid his head on your chest and closed his eyes, listening to your heartbeat. Your right hand went to his head, running your fingers through his long hair; over and over again at a soothing pacewhile your left arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him impossibly closer to you. You closed your eyes and felt your entire body relax.

As you both fell asleep, you knew you weren’t ever letting the other go. You fell into place like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. You had found the missing piece you needed, finally whole.

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CONTROL - DRUIG

part one

word count: 3k

summary: after living in solitude for so long, your old friends come and find you with some shocking information. now, you're forced to face the one who left you heartbroken.

warnings: eternals spoilers, slight self doubt, angst again, awful writing lmao, not a whole lot of druig in this part

note: here is part two for everyone! i'm sorry if it isn't what you wanted or hoped, but i will be doing a part three. please leave suggestions, comments, or any requests you may have. thank you all for your kind words!

For the last several centuries, you resided in a small, wooden cottage secluded in one of the most desolate corners of the world. Hundreds of miles away from the nearest civilization. It was peaceful, but ever so lonely. You hadn’t physically seen anyone in over twenty years, and you often went weeks without speaking a single word. Your thoughts often got the better of you and nearly drove you to the brink of insanity far too many times than you cared to admit. The one thing that kept you grounded were the last words Ajak spoke before you departed ways.

“You are stronger than your emotions, Y/N. Never forget who are deep inside.”

The air bit at your exposed skin as you sat on the firm ground, trying to rid your mind of all negative thoughts and energy. You dug your fingers into the dirt and let the cool feeling spread throughout the rest of your body. Your breathing slowly became steady and focused on calming your mind and body. However, your tranquility came to an abrupt halt when the loud sound of a jet neared your home.

At first, you assumed it was going to pass over you like the rest, but it was far too close to the ground now. You rushed to stand, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process. You watched as the unfamiliar aircraft landed in the only empty area for miles. Your brain was screaming at you to panic, to run and hide from whoever was to make their appearance. You ignored your subconscious and waited for your mystery guests to show their faces.

“Do you think she knows that society has developed? With electricity and stuff,” Sprite’s voice hit your ears moments later.

“I’m more concerned with that giant patch of destruction we just landed on.” Kingo.

Sersi, Ikaris, Kingo, Sprite, and some random man exited the tree line all with curious looks etched on their faces. They were so focused on the scenery around them that they had yet to notice to you standing near your house.

“I do have electricity,” You quipped with a small smirk, grabbing the attention of the group, “I had solar panels installed a while ago so I could have the luxury that is running water.”

Sersi gave you her signature gentle smile as she led the others towards you. Ikaris was wearing the same stoic expression he had the last time you saw him, and you truly expected nothing less. Sprite looked slightly bored as she stuck to Ikaris. Kingo, on the other hand, looked like he was happier than he was before, but that could just be an act for the man following him with a camera.

“Y/N,” Sersi greeted with a soft tone as she wrapped her arms around you.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes water at the physical affection you’ve been craving for years. You gripped Sersi so tightly, scared that your mind was playing tricks on you again, but she just held you tighter. She knew that you had been alone for far too long with little to no contact from anyone. She knew what it was like to be lonely, but she couldn't imagine what it was like to be lonely in isolation.

You let Sersi from your embrace before turning your attention the group as a whole. “As much as I love to see you all, why? Did something happen?”

“Maybe we should go inside?”

Once everyone had settled into various spots throughout your living room, Sersi began explaining what had happened. The Deviants. Ajak’s death. The orb that once took place inside Ajak being inside of her now. The only thing you could focus on was keeping yourself calm, though. Hearing this much bad news could be too much for you, if you let yourself truly feel the despair from losing the one woman who truly cared about you. You couldn’t let your mind get away from you, especially not around this many people.

Sersi asked you to come with them to inform the others, but she made it very clear that you could say no. Truthfully, you almost did say no. It’s been far too long since you were around people that you were scared you would lose all of the control that took you centuries to master. You were scared the others would see you as you saw yourself. Most of all, you knew that included having to see Druig again for the first time since he left. You’re not sure if you could handle that, but you took the risk anyways.

While at the place Thena and Gilgamesh called home, Sersi was shown the true nature of the mission and the truth about who the Eternals really were. As they talked, Sersi proposed that they delay the rising of Tiamut in order to give them more time to come up with a better plan. You already knew Druig was on the list of people to see, but now it was confirmed once Gilgamesh suggested to have him try and put the celestial to sleep. It wasn’t long after that moment that you all loaded up in Kingo’s jet and headed towards the Amazon.

“So,” Kingo rushed from behind you as you followed the others through the rainforest, “How’d that clearing get destroyed?”

You glanced over at him, quickly piecing together what he was asking. “Oh, um, I used that area to practice my powers. Like control and stuff. It used to look worse, but a lot grew back after a century or two.”

“You’ve been having trouble with control? Is that why Ajak didn’t let you fight with the others anymore,” Spire quite literally appeared out of thin air. She was never scared to ask the obvious questions, something you grew to love and hate.

“Yes,” You admitted, but the tone to your voice was enough of a hint for the two of them to stop.

You finally reached the village that Druig and the people under his control had constructed, and you were quite impressed. While they weren’t exactly up with the times, everything seemed as if it was functional and put together. The people looked happy as they greeted everyone of you, and, if you hadn’t known better, you would have believed that they truly were. However, it was painfully clear to the rest that the only reason these people got along was due to their old friend’s mind control. They did whatever he wanted.

You had branched off from the others as they searched for the man you were still scared to face. You wandered over to a pen of alpacas and watched as they ate away at the pieces of grass scattered throughout. One of the tufty haired animals nudged your elbow from underneath the rope. You gave it a small smile and hesitantly placed your hand on top its head, scared that it would bite you.

“Y/N, we found him,” Thena announced from behind you.

You broke your attention away from the animals to spare a nervous look at Thena and Gilgamesh, who was standing a couple feet away. She gave you a warm smile, knowing how you felt about the current person of interest. She held out her hand for you to take, which is her way of letting you know that she’s there for you if need be. You let her guide your now frigid body towards the others, your stomach tightening with each step you took.

Your eyes finally landed on the man who still held your bleeding heart in his hands. There he stood, words spilling out of his perfect mouth as he greeted the others. His deep blue eyes filtered from person to person, until they landed on you. Your breath caught in your throat, your hand loosely falling from Thena’s as your eyes widened the slightest bit. His own were swirling with so many emotions that it was hard to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling. However, the desperation and longing on both of your faces was clear to all but the two who needed to see it the most.

“Please, make yourselves at home,” He announced, his gaze not leaving yours.

Two of Druig’s people moved to open the large doors leading into a building that had several benches evenly placed throughout. The others filed inside, but you hung around in the same spot with your eyes glued to the ground. You were scared to move and face one of your biggest fears. Scared that you were going to feel the same anguish you felt when you saw him with Makkari. Scared that, even though it has already been done, you were going to get your heart broken again.

“Y/N, you coming?”

Gilgamesh was stood next to Druig, glancing back and forth between the two of you. You avoided the stormy eyes that had yet to move from their current place and began walking towards the building.

Druig didn’t miss the way you avoided his gaze and walked passed him as if he wasn’t even there. He had thought about you every day since he descended that temple and left you there. He thought about leaving and going to find you, but he was fearful of what he would meet if he did. He remembered the way you ignored him for centuries before that night, and he was positive seeing him was something that you never wanted. It made him physically sick to his stomach and he felt as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest all over again.

Sersi was sitting at the front, explicitly explaining what had happened and the plan she had come up with. Druig did his best to give Sersi his entire focus, but he always found his way back to you. He was listening to her every word, listening to her ambitious plan, and he was thinking about the possibilities. Still, he could not stop himself from hanging on to your every movement.

“Can you help us,” Sersi asked in response to the mind reader.

“I am glad-“ He was cut off by Sersi’s ringtone, which made the already awkward silence even worse.

You let out a small giggle when Kingo leaned over and asked her what service she had. That noise was like music to Druig’s ears, and it was something he had not heard in far too long. He watched as you covered your mouth in attempt to stifle your laughter, but there was nothing that could hide your eyes when you caught sight of a nodding off Gilgamesh. Druig couldn’t stop the slight smile from simply watching you display an emotion other than what he could only assume is disappointment. It was only when you felt him watching you that you dropped your hand and returned your face to one of indifference.

“Do you all remember this forest,” Druig reminisced, his voice slightly louder, as he tore away from you. “Beautiful. It’s the last place we all lived together.”

You kept your eyes trained on your clasped hands as memories flooded through your mind. Images of those you came to this planet with swirled through your mind, but the biggest one was the image of him abandoning you in the temple. No matter how hard you tried to forget about it, it was always at the back of your mind. You felt yourself slipping into your subconscious, but you were roughly brough to reality when Karun’s large camera crashed against the wall.

“That’s enough,” You finally spoke up, standing so you were in between Kingo’s trusted valet and the man who haunted your empty home. “That’s enough, Druig. You can’t just possess people like that!”

Your outburst startled everyone that watched. Everyone except the one you were standing up to. You had always disapproved of him using his powers for his own personal gain or amusement, and he knew it would get a rise out of you. He knew it was bound to get you to speak to him at last.

“It was simply a joke, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” He smirked, enjoying the fire that was lit behind your breathtaking eyes.

Your heart rate significantly increased with the close proximity, but you willed away any feeling of doubt or fear.

“Well, it’s not funny. You can’t just use people for your own amusement,” You protested, hands flying around your sides and a wild look in your eyes.

“Funny you mention using people,” Druig retorted before he could stop himself.

A look of betrayal weaved its way onto your features at his implication, and you stumbled backwards as if he had physically hit you. Your mouth dropped open in confusion as you tried to find the words you wanted to say. How dare he accuse you of using him?

The others watched as you turned on your heels and all but ran out of the building, letting the doors harshly slam shut behind you. You ignored the stares of the village people, knowing he was watching you through their eyes. You weren’t sure where you were going, but you knew that you needed to distance yourself from other people. You kept walking until you met the river bend where you stopped and sat against a tree.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the moss covered tree as you focused on clearing your mind. You willed all negative thoughts away, trying to get your breathing to steady and your heart to stop from beating out of your chest. You knew that seeing Druig was bound to trigger something you had worked so hard to get rid of, but you weren’t going to let it win anymore.

“Y/N,” His accented voice broke through the mental barriers you had built. “Mind if I join you?”

The sound of nature’s objects hitting the ground or breaking through the water’s surface scattered around you as your eyes snapped open. You spotted Druig standing a few feet away from you, and you felt your heart stop for the third time today. He had ditched the robe he was wearing earlier, and now his large arms were out on display. You couldn’t stop the obscene thoughts from filling your lonely mind.

“I wanted to apologize,” He started as he fell onto the ground next to you, “For what I said earlier. I let my anger talk for me.”

“I don’t understand what makes you think I used you,” You admitted, pursing your lips.

Despite the nervous pit in your stomach, you knew there was no use postponing the conversation when you two were alone. You knew that, even after centuries, Druig could get you to talk about whatever was on your mind. He was always good at that. He was the only one you would talk to for weeks after the incident that ruined your entire mentality.

“If I’m honest with you, you have to promise that you won’t shut me out again,” He looked at you for confirmation. You nodded your head almost too fast, but he continued anyway. “Do you remember what happened that day at Babylon?”

Did you remember? It was something you thought about all too often. It was the thing that drove him away from you. It was the thing you wished you could forget.

“I do, I remember. I remember being more scared that I have been in my entire life because, for once, I didn’t know how to help you. It was my fault that you had gotten trapped in your own mind, and I hated myself for it. Still do. It’s the reason that you pushed me away.”

“Stop,” You interrupted, turning so you were completely facing him, “You think that I pushed you away? Druig, you were the only one I wanted to see after that happened, but you were gone when I woke up. Then, when I got to dinner, you were off with Makkari doing the same things you did with me. Call me stupid, but I thought I meant something to you. I thought you felt the same way about me that I did you. It quite literally ruined me when I found out that I was just like everyone else.”

Your confession shocked both of you; rendered you both speechless. You were both searching the others face for any detection of a lie. He hesitantly reached out and grabbed your hand, encasing it his own.

“Y/N, my beautiful girl, you have always been special to me. I wanted nothing more than to be around you, but I was scared that you hated me after the pain I caused you. I love Makkari, but not the same way I love you. To me, you are the sun, the moon, and the stars. To me, you are everything.”

You dropped his hand as if he his skin burned you and began to profusely shake your head. Your insecurities were setting off alarms in your head. They were telling you that there was no way he loves you. There was no way that Druig felt the same way about you. “Stop,” You shouted, scrambling away from him, “Stop lying to me! Please, stop lying to me.”

He wanted to grab you and pull you into his arms, to tell you that he was telling the truth. He wants to tell you that he does love you and he always has, but he didn’t get the chance. Loud, piercing screams from the village reached the river, and you were both on your feet in an instant. You wiped away at the tears you couldn’t keep back, waiting to see if your minds were playing tricks on you. However, it wasn’t soon after that a Deviant carrying Ikaris flew over your heads.

sorry if it's bad, i wrote this through an awful migraine so it may suck

tags: @itscheybaby @suestormswife @alons-y-odinson @kravitzwhore @wolfieellsworld @notalxx @softspaceboibrian @tanyeonn @parkershoco @ratatouilletomatthy @nevillescomslut @sealswat908 @luminaaz it wouldn't let me tag a couple so im sorry about that!

#druig #druig imagine #eternals #eternals imagine #barry keoghan #druig angst

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v-hope · 2 years

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2 from why would u do that, tae ofc (my babiest boi) and really angsty bc. I LOVE YO ANGSTSSS😭❤ but then pls give us a happy ending coz. i love tae.

pairing: kim taehyung x idol!reader

genre: angst, fluff

prompt: “you guys kept making eye contact the whole night. it was getting embarrassing”

a/n: i don’t know if this was as angsty as you wanted, but i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for requesting!

When Jimin had opened the door for you and given you a concerned look as he let you inside the dorms, you should’ve known something was a bit off that particular morning. Nevertheless, pushing it aside, you followed him to the kitchen, where he told you your boyfriend was having breakfast.

The second sign you should’ve gotten was the way that he remained staring into his bowl of cereal, mindlessly moving the spoon in circles instead of actually eating his food. Then again, he wasn’t the biggest of morning persons, so, you went over to him like you would do any other time — a sweet ‘morning’ leaving your lips before you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek.

Only he didn’t let you.

Moving his face away from you instead of looking at you with the brightest of smiles like he usually would, Taehyung didn’t even look your way, but somehow managed to stare harder into the bowl.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked in both surprise and hurt.

Again, he said nothing — the way he visibly bit the inside of his cheek, let you know just how tense he was.

Dumbfounded eyes going up to Jimin on the other side of the table, you watched him raise both hands, excusing himself from the kitchen before he got caught up in the middle of a couple’s drama.

Letting out a sigh, you took a seat next to him.

“Tae?” you softly pushed it, trying to get some kind of reaction from him. “What’s wrong?”

Silence.

“Can you please talk to me?” you tried to reason. “I don’t know what I did wrong and I can’t apologize if you don’t tell me what it is”.

“After flirting with someone who’s not me all night long, I would’ve thought you knew what you did wrong” he finally spoke up, yet still wouldn’t look at you.

That’s when it hit you. The awards the night prior — the ones you had performed your new collaboration with another idol at.

A love song. With a male idol.

Although Taehyung knew you would have to put on a show for everyone, and that there would most probably be some lovey dovey look exchanges on your end, for that was how most song promotions worked, he was not ready for you to sit down next to said other guy and spend the rest of the night chatting and laughing together.

You were his girlfriend, yet you had not once sat on the same table as him during an award show.

Then again, he would always have to sit down with all his six members, and it was not like you could choose who to sit with, for that was in the awards’ hands.

And, then again, no one knew the two of you were together.

“I wasn’t flirting with him” your words earned a scoff from him. “It was a love song, Taehyung. Of course we would have to portray some kind of emotion, but it wasn’t flirting”.

“Your fans think otherwise” he bitterly pointed out. “Twitter has been all about how you guys were looking at each other”.

“We performed together, we had to look at each other”.

“During the performance, yes” his eyes fixed on yours. “But you guys kept making eye contact the whole night, it was getting embarrassing”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How was it embarrassing?”

“You guys were trying too hard. Anyone could tell it wasn’t real”.

“Trying too hard to what?” you were the one to scoff this time. “We’re trying to promote our song, not to make everyone think we’re in love”.

“Well, everyone thinks so now” he shrugged. “And it’s embarrassing”.

“You’re not even making sense, Taehyung” you shook your head. “Everyone thinks there’s something going on between me and him, but it’s embarrassing because we’re trying too hard?”

“Yes,” he simply said. “They’re all blind not to see it, I could tell from miles away”.

“Why are you jealous then?” you cocked one of your eyebrows. “Since you know it’s just acting”.

“Because,” he let out a heavy sigh. “You’re supposed to be with me. I am your boyfriend, I am supposed to be giving you that kind of looks and making everyone believe we are in love with each other”.

Staring at his miserable expression with a pout, you stood up from your seat, carefully testing the waters before you could come close to him. Once he didn’t move away from you, you sat on his lap, smiling ever so softly when he loosely wrapped his arms around you.

“We’ve talked about this, love. You know your fans wouldn’t take the news very well” you breathed out, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him to your chest.

“I know…”

“And I never meant to flirt with him, it was just, that… promoting our song” you promised. “I’m sorry I made it look that way”.

“It’s okay…” nuzzled your neck. “I just hate the thought of you and someone else”.

“I understand… I would hate the thought of you and someone else, too”.

That had seemed to bring some reassurance to him. Pressing a lingering kiss to the uncovered skin on your neck, he pulled slightly back to lock eyes with you.

“You should make a song with me then,” Taehyung smirked. “So we would have to act like that in front of everyone”.

“Let me guess, a love song?” you chuckled.

He nodded. “More specifically, a secret love song”.

“Wouldn’t that be too obvious?” you couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.

“It would just be a collaboration,” he smiled. “Just a song. Let them believe what they want. They believe you’re in love with someone you have no chemistry with anyway”.

“Oh?” you playfully raised one of your eyebrows, laughing over the way he had just rolled his eyes. “I have no chemistry with him?”

“Not even one bit” he confirmed with a cute boxy smile. “The only person you have chemistry with is your handsome boyfriend”.

Noticing the way his lips had puckered up awaiting for a kiss, you didn’t have to think twice before leaning in to close the space between your mouths.

“You’re right,” your words were cut off mid-sentence by another kiss. “Too bad they don’t get to see it”.

Taehyung nodded. It truly was a shame. “A secret love song will have to do then”.

And then, when you pressed a small kiss to the crown of his head and he went back to his comfortable spot resting on your chest, he added:

“Hopefully soon it won’t be a secret anymore”.

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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Ready to Let Go

Xiao x Adeptus!Fem!Reader (x Zhongli)

Summary: Zhongli loves you, Xiao loves you, You love Xiao. Seems as though, in the eyes of everybody else, Zhongli was gonna be a problem within your relationship with your fellow adeptus. He would never do that though, not to you, not to Xiao. For the first time, the vigilant yaksha seems happy, and you seem more carefree the moment you two are starting to get close to one another. Zhongli would never trade your happiness for the sake of his own, and that's why, he's ready to let go.

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The God of War, flaunting over one of his very own dearest adeptus, if Guizhong saw him right now, she would've laughed at how much he jumped and flaunted over you whenever you were in his presence.

But love is complicated, he could say he loves you with a burning passion, yet it can never change the fact that you had fell for another, no matter how much Zhongli might push through, you will choose to be embraced within the arms of your true beloved, Xiao.

Neither you nor him ever said anything to confirm the nature of your relationship, but Zhongli felt it, the connection between you and the adeptus was so much more than just two people who used to work along side each other. You and Xiao, he's known both of you for millennias, you're not really the greatest with expressing emotions.

Zhongli was never one to fight reality, in fact he accepted it with open arms, having no care for the pain it might bring.

But just this once, he let's himself drift to a false hope, perhaps you only see Xiao as a friend, that in actuality you tell him the feelings that you're too scared to say to your Archon. But every time Zhongli dreamt like that, he can't help but see Xiao, sadness clouding over him, it slaps the brown-haired man in the face.

He can't do that to Xiao. The poor boy, tormented his entire life, but today, he may very well be bearing a smile on his face, with you around him, with you loving him.

He was sitting between you two, in a table in Wangshu Inn's restaurant area, the light atmosphere was calming.

It was supposed to be a nice get together, yet Zhongli felt irritated. The way your gaze lingers past him and onto the person of your interest as you spoke about how you tried cooking mortal food recently. How you seem to take into account every expression and response Xiao would give, but pay no mind to Zhongli at all.

You weren't being rude and ignoring him the whole time, in fact, you make eye contact with him from time to time, to see if he's understanding you. But Zhongli felt peeved, why couldn't you look at him the way you looked at Xiao?

"I really like cooking actually!" You exclaimed, the cat-eyed adeptus smiling softly while listening to your rambles, his elbow resting on the table, while his chin leans on his hand. That makes Zhongli feel even worse for having such feelings for you, just looking at the small but genuine smile on Xiao's face as he admires you.

"Xiao?" You softly called out to him, clasping your hands together. The adeptus gave a hum in response. "There's this recipe I found called "Tofu Cookies with Almonds", I was hoping you could help me taste test them when I try baking for the first time?" Your voice gets quieter the more you say. Zhongli found it adorable when you get shy, yet he can't help but feel a nauseous felling eating away at his skin, you didn't invite him.

The waitress puts the food you all ordered on your table before Xiao answers. Zhongli looked into your eyes, seeing the nervousness as you anxiously wait for an answer.

"Okay."

Golden orbs then looked at Xiao, seeing he's looking away from you, his ears red from embarrassment. Yet even when he tried to hide it, the Archon can feel his giddiness from miles away.

Zhongli can't help but look back and forth, seeing your eyes light up with happiness because of Xiao's answer. "Thank you so much!" You smiled brightly, proceeding to put some food onto your plate to start eating.

In all this, Zhongli felt as though he didn't have a place. Perhaps you were overjoyed that you didn't look at the fact that you completely discarded him, but someone else noticed.

"Mora- Zhongli can join us too, he's good at taste testing food." Xiao looks at you, before looking at the taller man. "I think." Zhongli then nodded, agreeing with Xiao's statement.

He knows he shouldn't, he knows that he just let the two of you resolve your feelings together, just the two of you. Yet he can't, for once in his life, he feels that it's too hard to let go.

The two looked at you expectantly, despite you making it obvious that you wanted to spend some time with Xiao alone, Zhongli hoped that maybe, just this one occasion, you'll let him intervene with your growing relationship. It's selfish, it's pointless, but just this once.

You smiled, "Okay."

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"Mr. Zhongliiii!" You burst in the funeral parlor, calling out to him. "You have to help me." The man got up from his seat immediately, worried.

"What happened?!" He asked in a panic.

You looked down onto the book in your hands, the man did the same, looking at a book that has a very interesting title.

'The Art of Romance: For Newbies.'

What?

Usually, if you were to come to him with a book like that in hand, he would have laughed and teased you, eager to see your embarrassed state. Yet, Zhongli felt nothing but hopelessness, you putting in so much effort for someone else, meaning he really has no chance, does he?

"I need to you to help me look for a really nice dress. Like really, really nice! Oh but not too nice, since we're baking, if I get stains on a dress, he might think I'm sloppy. Oh, but if it's too simple, he'll probably think that I don't really care. Ohhh, but I don't want to seem like I care too much--" You looked up at him, rambling on and on about what you're supposed to wear for tomorrow. "It says here that if the person thinks you're too desperate, they might think it's weird." You pointed at the book that you're holding, bring it closer to his face.

Zhongli gently grabbed your hands that are clasped around the book. "If you're worried about Mora, I already have some on me." You peaked your head from behind the book, looking at the brown-haired man's serious face.

"Him?" Zhongli completely ignores your ramblings, only focused on one thing you said. You're worrying so much about what to wear, just to make a good impression to him.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he looks at you with a frown on his face. You laughed a bit to ease the tension, scraching the nape of your neck.

"Xiao..." He's mentally prepared himself for this moment, you would come to him, ask for advice since you knew him as a very cultured man, and you would confess your love, for someone else. And yet, hearing it come from your own lips seem to crack the barriers of his heart with just one word.

Despite the tears wanting to just slip out of his golden orbs, he smiled at you. "I've always sensed your feelings towards him." His words fluster you even more, you didn't realize it was so obvious, but Zhongli was a very observant person, maybe it was just that.

"Do you wish to impress him tomorrow? That's why you're so... jumpy today?" You nodded, feeling embarrassed that you are worried about this sort of thing. Usually, only mortals are prone to these types of worries.

"Y/N, Xiao doesn't care about those trivial things. You just have to be yourself." He told you as a matter of fact.

'Besides, the Yaksha already is making it obvious that he likes you back.' Zhongli kept this thought internally.

"But what if he doessss." You whine, gripping on the book tighter. "Xiao is just so.... Xiao! So unpredictable and complicated." Sighing, you looked up at the man again. "Can you help me, please?"

Zhongli sighed, although it hurts him to help dress you up so pretty, just to send you off to another man, but he'll bite. How could he ever say no to you.

After hours of rummaging through your closet, you finally, finally find something that's actually good in your eyes, even though Zhongli assured you that everything would be fine.

The dress of your choice has Xiao's colors, white, gold, mint green. You really are some piece of work, piece of work that doesn't belong to him.

Zhongli just kept sighing as he walked back to the funeral parlor, he's conflicted, which usually doesn't happen. Is he just gonna leave you two alone for tomorrow with some lousy excuse, or... get in the way.

As he got to the entrance of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he saw Xiao, sitting on a bench just outside. The cat-eyed boy sensed Zhongli's presence, standing up and looking at his way immediately.

The brown-haired man walked up to him, silently asking why he's here all of a sudden, in the city, which also doesn't happen very often.

"Can you help me?"

Oh boy, here we go again.

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"You don't have to straight up lie if you don't like her treats, you can just give polite comments, like saying you're not really a big fan of them or something." Zhongli explained once again, it was the dead of night. Xiao had asked to help with how he should talk to you, he's not very talkative and expressive, but he doesn't want to make you feel like he doesn't like you.

"But that might also hurt her feelings." The Yaksha pointed out, listening intently to the older man.

"Yes, but she will appreciate the truth rather than a pointless lie."

He just needs help expressing his feelings right.

And Zhongli seeing how you two desperately try to be the best you can for one another, it makes him smile, despite the constant heart ache. And the realization that he has no chance for you, with the evidence right in front of him, Zhongli makes his decision...

He's ready to let go.

"I'm not gonna be joining you two tommorow."

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Alternative Ending: Ready to Hold On - Reader chooses not to choose and start a polyamory relationship.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin impact imagines #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin angst #genshin impact fluff #zhongli x reader #xiao #zhongli #genshin impact zhongli

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