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kamino-blues · 3 years

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can i request gregor flirting relentlessly w reader who doesnt quite know how to respond?? bc they think this is just the way he acts? so he literally has to be straightforward and vulnerable w them to convince them that he likes them 🥺🥺🥺 LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH !!!!

Rating: Pg & Sfw

Warnings: Some really cheesy flirting, reader mentally complaining at the beginning about said flirting, a tiny bit of jealousy from the reader (For a few paragraphs, just used to move the plot forward!), Pre-relationship, living together, Bartender!Reader, confessions

Word Count: 2k

Note: Hi this ask is absolutely adorable, I had so much fun writing this!! I went on a chaotic quest of looking up cheesy pick up lines I'm ngl 🤣I really hope you enjoy, thank you so much for the ask!!! 💕

Working at Cid’s bar has been an experience, to say the least. You have met a variety of patrons, from tough bounty hunters to those just trying to escape from their usual life. Nothing, and you mean nothing, has prepared you for the chaos that is Gregor.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t worked with clones before, you had interacted multiple times with the Bad Batch. They just didn’t interact the way that Gregor did with you.

When you first met him, he was being helped into the main area of the parlor by Echo. There was a loopy looking smile plastered on his face as he was lightly placed on the floor. Quickly you slid out from behind the bar, looking at the pair in front of you.

“What happened?” You quickly uttered out, getting ready to sprint back to Cid to let her know that there was a mysterious (and handsome) clone sprawled out on the floor in her bar. Echo opened up his mouth to explain what was going on, but the mysterious clone spoke over him.

“People I know call me different names, I don’t care what they use. But with you, I’d prefer if you call me mine~” The clone purred out with a wink, falling into a small fit of giggles. You were utterly speechless, staring at the clone with a blank look on your face. A light blush slowly started to slip onto your cheeks as you realized what he had said to you. You quietly let them know that you were going to grab Cid, practically running away from the pair to the back room.

You heard the clone yell out to ‘Comm him’ as you ran away, and you went to hide in Cid’s office, letting her know what was going on.

After that interaction, you figured that you would only have a few more interactions with him before he would leave. What you didn’t realize was that Gregor was being dropped off by the Bad Batch to stay at the bar.

The biggest surprise to you was that it was decided that he would be staying in your apartment while he recovers. It was an interesting night when you found out, the doorbell ringing as you were getting ready for bed.

Opening the door, you suppressed a groan, seeing the flirtatious clone you saw before standing in front of you.

“Let me make a call real quick, um I don’t think I ever got your real name.” You muttered out as you started dialing Cid’s number into your comm.

“Can I help you?” You spoke, your tone blunter then it would normally be. The mysterious clone rubbed his neck, a little titter falling from his lips.

“Cid sent me over, she said that I could stay with you?” You raised an eyebrow at him, before opening the door to let him in.

“Gregor’s the name sweet-“ You took your focus off of him as Cid picked up the phone, walking out of the room into the kitchen.

After a long talk, it was official. Gregor would be staying with you, and also working with you at the bar. Letting out a sigh, you rested your head in your hands, leaning against the kitchen counter.

You heard footsteps, stopping a few feet away from you. Moving your hands from your eyes, you saw Gregor looking at you curiously. You gave him a small smile, accepting your fate as you pushed yourself up to sit on the counter.

“So you are living here now,” You stated, not moving your eyes from him. Gregor nodded, giving you a small wink.

“I guess I am,” You saw him glance at your comm, and you could almost see the lightbulb go off in his head, especially with the way he started to smirk.

“You know, I think there’s something wrong with my comm. Your number’s not in it.” You stared at him for a few moments before rolling your eyes, taking your comm off to throw it at him. He fumbled with it, before successfully capturing it in his hands.

“Put your number in there than wonder boy.” You muttered out, turning away from him to cover the blush that was starting to form on your cheeks.

Your movement didn’t stop you from missing the large smile that slipped onto his face when you threw the nickname out. You heard him typing on your comm, you turning back when he exclaimed that he was done.

Gregor held the comm out, your hand brushing lightly against his as you grabbed it. The blush wasn’t leaving your cheeks, especially when you looked down and saw that he put his name in as ‘Wonder Boy 💛'.

You quickly let out that you were going to head in for the night, and practically jogged to your room. But Gregor couldn’t leave without wishing you goodnight in his own way could he?

“Sweet dreams… I hope I’m in them!” You heard him call out, and as soon as you shut your door, you leaned against it, sliding down with your face in your hands.

Your face was completely flushed, not knowing how to handle the constant flirting. It just had to be his personality, surely he was just messing with you. In fact, you were positive that he was just joking around! But why were you so affected by his words?

The next few weeks went by pretty quickly, even though you weren't used to the constant attention Gregor was sending your way.

It almost felt natural, him living with you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was honestly a sweetheart, and also a big help around your apartment.

You were falling headfirst for him, and there was nothing you could do. So as you were making drinks behind the bar, it was your goal to stay focused on your work instead of him.

However, it was almost as if he heard your thoughts, him sliding over so he could ‘clean the bar’.

“Any chance you have an extra heart? Mine’s been stolen!” You rolled your eyes, and he held his chest in dramatics. “I’m serious! You don’t want me to die do you?”

“I mean-“ You stifled the laughter that threatened to fall from your lips. The look on his face was priceless, and you couldn’t stop the giggle that slipped from your lips. You saw Gregor trying to conceal his own smile.

“You wound me!” You couldn’t hold back your laugh, and the both of you fell into a fit of giggles. You heard Cid yelling at the two of you to get back to work, and you both fought off your giggles as you went back to what you were previously doing.

The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly, until right before closing. You were almost done with cleaning up until you saw Gregor laughing with a cute girl.

Your eyes widened, before your face flushed in embarrassment. Why were you falling for him? It was clear that he was like this with everyone. You finished up, before walking out of the bar, leaving without waiting for Gregor.

After a little while of wandering around, you stopped at the local park, sitting on one of the benches. You brought your knees to your chest, tears in the corner of your eyes as you looked around.

You felt your wrist buzz, and you knew who it was right away. You paused, not wanting to pick up. Though you knew better, he would probably scour the whole city to make sure you were ok. Tapping the answer button, you took a deep breath.

“Hello?” Your voice cracked, which caused you to flinch.

“Hey, where are you? You were here one second and then gone the next,” you heard him let out a nervous giggle, before a sigh fell over his lips. “Are you safe?”

You nodded, before you realized he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, yeah I’m all good. Don’t worry about me, ok?” You heard him take another breath, him seemingly debating on what to say.

“You may be out of sight right now, but you’re never out of my mind.” Gregor settled with, and you groaned. He let out a small laugh, before his tone turned serious. “Really though, where are you?”

“The park, the one a few blocks away from the parlor,” You told him. As much as you didn't want to see him face to face, the tone he had was the most serious you had ever heard so you complied.

“I’ll be there in a few, stay where you are ok?” You heard him shuffling, and it almost sounded as though he was running.

“Ok wonder boy, I’ll see you soon,” You heard him click off the comm, and you rested your head on your knees, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you weren’t ready to have.

Gregor was true to his words, he was there in a few minutes. He slipped onto the bench next to you, taking in your form. Spotting the tears, a frown slipped onto his face.

“You don’t have to answer this, what’s wrong cyare?” You tilted your head at the nickname, before looking away from Gregor. You had so much you wanted to say, but at the same time you weren’t ready for the embarrassment.

“I.. When you talk with me, you’re joking around right?” Your face was bright red in embarrassment, not wanting to come out and ask him if he meant the flirting. Gregor stared at you, it slowly clicking in his head what you meant.

“Do you.. want me to be joking?” You squeezed your eyes shut at his response, not knowing how to respond. You shook your head, and you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders. You leaned your head on his shoulder, thinking of what to say.

“When I saw you with that girl in the bar, it clicked with me that you probably flirt with everyone, that it isn’t just me. I mean, you’ve been like this since minute one-“ you felt his grip tighten on your shoulder, a sigh falling from his lips.

“I wasn’t flirting with her cyare,” He let out another nervous giggle, “Ever since the last incident I had with my old line of work.. Before the gunshot I mean,, I’ve had a hard time filtering some of my thoughts and emotions. Flirting with you was the only way I could handle my crush on you. I.. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You were sure he felt you tense in his arms. Gregor started to move away, but you lifted your head, moving to grab his hands in yours.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable Gregor, not at all… I just misinterpreted…” You trailed off, looking up at Gregor. He had a small smile, eyes light as he looked at you.

“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise to give it back,” You let out a small giggle, him joining you until you responded.

“Of course you can,” Gregors face had a wide smile on it, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a peck on his lips. You moved to pull away, but he moved his hands onto your mid back, pulling you towards him.

Your lips collided once again, lasting for a lot longer than the last kiss. Your eyes slipped close, savoring the soft kiss that you never thought that you would have. As you both slowly pulled away, you leaned forward, resting your forehead on his.

As you basked in each other's presence in the cool evening air, it truly felt like the start of something new.

#Not me quoting Hercules with Wonder Boy #I just wanted a cute nickname for Gregor #and my brain was like #Disney !!!!!!#Also I didn't know how to end this fic #so that might mean I will continue this sometime in the future #gregor #Gregor #Clone Commando Gregor #commander gregor #Gregor x reader #clone commando gregor x reader #captain gregor x reader #gregor x you #clone commando gregor x you #star wars x reader #the bad batch

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palbabor-writes · 3 years

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Lá Bealtaine

Pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, cunnilingus, SMUT, NSFW/18+only, loss of virginity - if you squint, using sex to mask feelings & trauma, mild JJK manga spoilers; but if you’ve seen the anime you’re pretty caught up on this stuff

Word Count: 4732

“Why do you let them––us, stay?”

You lift your head, blinking at his obsidian surveyance. “What am I supposed to do? Say no? Not like I put an advertisement on the door: seeking dangerous men and nefarious spirits, inquire within. I’m not wanting to die, you know? Besides, it’s not all bad.”

“Name one thing that’s not bad about this,” Choso demands, his tone clipped.

Why? Why does he care? You’re not someone he can save. There’s no room for you. You aren’t family.

“Only one thing? Well, that’s easy,” you continue, the steady lull of your voice jerking him out of his musings. “You.”

Notes: hehe, when i said i had Choso brain rot i was not joking. this dude has been on my mind for weeks, ya’ll. WEEKS. special thanks to @libiraki & @kugutsuu for beta editing! if you haven’t checked out their works please stop what you are doing & scuttle yourself over there bc you are missing out.

Lá Bealtaine [l̪ˠaː ˈbʲal̪ˠt̪ˠənʲə] 'the bright or yellow day of Beltane' - a time of fire and fertility.

It started with a touch. A simple interaction; but it sticks to the back of his mind and the heat of your hand lingers, a remembrance that he can’t shake.

He’d returned to the dingy bowels of the hideout, boots echoing over the well-worn floor as he made his way to his customary seat; unaware of the blood that oozed from the strip above his nose. Legs and arms are heavy as he slots himself into the chair, his eyes drooping closed as he leans his dark head against the cushions.

Two weeks.

Choso’s younger brothers were killed two weeks ago. Leaving him alone; adrift in his loss, his failure as an elder brother. The remembrance of them stung in the morning and was an ache by afternoon, but in the night’s darkness it burned.

He will have his chance, he reminds himself, furrowing his brow; seeking the faint traces of the other six who need him to press on, and the hollow twinge of the two who need vengeance. The 31st is only fourteen days away; he can wait. He can–

The pressure of the sudden touch makes him jerk; coal-dark eyes snapping open, searching for the source. You’re standing above him, hand outstretched, the pad of your thumb delicately catching the long forgotten drip of blood against his cheek.

“You shouldn’t touch that,” he says, voice gruff in the vacant emptiness of the space; but he doesn’t shift, meeting your frank gaze unblinkingly.

“Oh?” you question, swiping the sullied digit across your pants, tacking the deep crimson into the material of your jeans.

“It’s poison,” Choso clarifies. The spot you’d stroked your thumb down is tingling. Exhaustion, he muses, itching his nails into the thick fabric of his loose pants. He’s imagining it; there’s no other explanation.

“You’re not going with the others?”

What? How can he? They’re dead. Ah, no. He’s not thinking clearly. You don’t mean his brothers; you mean Getō.

“No,” he quips, lifting the back of his hand to his cheek, wanting to quell that spreading warmth that you’ve left him with.

“Then you don’t need this, right?” You gesture to the mess of game pieces and the forgotten board that is scattered across the low table in front of him. He shakes his head and you begin the steady process of tidying up, collecting the mismatched jumble into your arms, folding the rest into the tattered box before you step away.

Choso closes his eyes again, steadying his breaths, finding the pulse of the blood that thrums within him. Nothing is out of place. So why does his cheek feel like it’s on fire? There’s no reason for it. Is he this starved for a connection that he’s latching onto the first interaction he receives?

His onyx eyes follow you as you walk across the matted flooring. You own this space; have struck some kind of deal with Getō and the others, permitting them to come and go, quietly cleaning up their messes, and ducking out of sight when they gather within the confines of the darkness; talking through the plans, the ins and outs of the sealing and the massacre that they hope to spread throughout the underground station of the pre-ordained prefecture.

In the grand scheme of things you’re nothing. Why waste energy focusing on you? It won’t matter in fourteen days.

The clink of the cup on the table rattles him out of his thoughts and Choso peers into the depths of your clear gaze once more. “What is it?” he queries, running a broad hand down his face, hoping the pull will make him forget the persistent warmth that’s radiating from the spot you’d touched.

“You look tired. Drink that and get some rest.”

“Giving orders now?”

“Sure,” you grin, cocking your head at Choso’s curled lips and wrinkled nose. “That’s a good one. Like any of you would ever listen to me.”

What’s this called? Self deprecating humor? Well, whatever it is, Choso doesn’t enjoy the brittle tone your voice has drifted into. It doesn’t suit you and that low annoyance that’s been brewing under his skin is coming closer and closer to the surface. His fingers are on the cup before he can properly sort through his mismatched emotions, but he doesn’t miss the lift of your lips when he gulps the scalding tea down his throat.

Why does he care? You don’t matter. You’re no one to him.

“Easy,” you tut, shaking your head at his sharp gaze. “You’ll burn yourself.”

So? He’d rather feel something burn than linger into the uneasy pull of an ache.

Choso looks for you when he enters, shifting past the others. You’re tucked toward the back, brows creased and head down. It’s a smart move, but the frightened hunch you’ve adopted bothers him more than it used to.

“We have a few minutes,” Getō announces to the gathering, dark eyes bright as they fall on his impassive face. “And Mahito is always late.”

There’s an implication behind it, but Choso opts to ignore that uneasy instinct, already turning. He’s just going to ask you for tea; that’s all. When you spy him, you smile and that spot on his cheek flares, remembering the sweep of your thumb.

“Lucky you caught me,” you tell him, hands busy with the rattling cups. “I was about to go.”

He narrows his eyes, watching the curve of your neck, the stretch of your fingers, and the uneasy twitch of your shoulders. This sort of existence doesn’t suit you. You’re the antithesis of this; normal, kind, unabashedly human. So why do you…

“Why do you let them––us, stay?”

“Name one thing that’s not bad about this,” Choso demands, his tone clipped.

Why? Why does he care? You’re not someone he can save. There’s no room for you. You aren’t family.

“Only one thing? Well, that’s easy,” you continue, the steady lull of your voice jerking him out of his musings. “You.”

Choso shakes his head, openly scowling at your answer. “Me?” he sputters, sucking his teeth and pressing his clenched fists into the long table that you stand behind.

“Yeah,” you confirm, pouring the steaming water over the leaves, wafting the fragrant essence of the tea between his clenched jaw and your ducked head.

“I don’t… that is...I...” Choso begins, but fumbles into silence when he catches sight of your eyes, half hidden behind the sweep of your lashes. It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. “You’re strange,” he finishes, huffing a belabored sigh between his pursed lips, but when you laugh he can’t help a faint smile.

It will feel disloyal later, that burst of momentary happiness, but right now he doesn’t mind the distraction; cupping the yunomi between his palms, catching your fingers before they can pull away, enjoying the warmth you transude into his chilled hands.

Nothing holds. Choso knows this better than most. All things, given time, change. It is an inevitability. Something he’s known intrinsically, and clung to, all those years; when the only constant was the beating of his brother’s hearts beside him. But change rarely announces itself, content in its own emergence; the omnipotence of its bite.

Something has shifted.

“You didn’t go again?” You ask one night, sitting beside him, a cooling mug between your fingertips.

“Didn’t see the need,” he tells you, an outstretched legs brushing against yours.

“You’re different… you know that?” A smile hidden within your words.

“So are you.” He likes that, he thinks. He likes it more than he should.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

You bite your lip and he watches the press of your teeth, hoping you’ll split the skin.

“Come closer and I’ll tell you.” You bargain, coyly shaking your head.

“I’m close enough and I don’t like games,” he grumbles, hoping you won’t leave it at that, because while it’s true that he doesn’t like games, he’s enjoying this give and take.

“Please?”

There’s something intoxicating about that gentle sound and he turns, wordlessly following your crooked finger. He towers over your seated form, but you don’t let that imbalance hang, hands tugging against the white of his shirt, urging him to kneel between your spread legs. When he settles, you curl your fingers against his jaw, smoothing that blistering heat over his icy skin until he’s pressing forward, resting his heavy forehead against yours.

You’re so warm, he inwardly gasps, his breaths coming in pants. So warm he fears he might grow addicted to this heady intimacy. “What do you want?” Choso asks, the deep timbre of his voice quaking.

“You.” It’s such a simple answer; how like you.

“I am here,” he replies, half drunk on the feel of your skin.

“Yes, but what if I told you I want more?”

That question casts him into the darkness. He’s unused to this; doesn’t know what to do, what to say; he’s been sealed for so long, too long, and he feels wobbly, lightheaded, but he tries to reach, his fingers grasping at the base of your neck, pulling you toward... toward…

The clatter of the front door startles you both, and he’s on his feet, eyes wild as they look down on your parted lips, and the furrowed confusion of your brow. Your hands are still upturned, waiting for his.

The others step into the space and when he blinks again you’re already gone; your chair vacant, the warmth you’d shared evaporating into the unfeeling cruelty of the chilled air. Shit, Choso curses, grinding his teeth.

Something has shifted; it will be impossible to tear himself away from you now.

It’s only been a day, but he can’t stop staring at you. He doesn’t hide his blatant gaze, obsidian eyes tracking each step, hungrily snapping to yours each time you come near. You do nothing to lessen this itching want that’s raging within him, leaning close, pressing your hand against his shoulder as you gather the discarded cups that are scattered between them, asking him if there’s anything else he needs, your breath hot against his ear.

He’s unsure if he likes this.

But each time you shift away he wants to drag you back.

When they leave, used to his excuses, and his protestations that as long as the mission doesn’t involve Itadori Yuji or Kugisaki Nobara he’s uninterested, he stands; head turning, searching for you.

Ah. There you are.

He’s against you in an instant, stiff hands cupping you, greedy to touch, to hold. You squirm, a laugh bubbling from your lips, swatting his wide palms from the tempting swell of your hips. “What’s gotten into you?” As if you don’t know.

“Tch,” he scolds, “you’ve been toying with me all evening. You said you wanted more yesterday, so show me.”

You breathe out a chuckle, bemused by his enthusiasm and take his hand in yours, leading him down a hallway. He’s never been back here, but he follows, trying to steady the thudding of his heart. Controlling his life’s blood is second nature to him, so why does this feel like it’s a losing battle?

The room you open is dark, but he can make out the shape of a futon, stark against the mats, and his eyelids flutter, too overwhelmed by the realness of this befuddling situation to look. To distract himself, he pulls you against the slope of his chest, splaying his fingers against the sweep of your collarbone. You twist in his loose hold, folding your arms around his powerful neck.

“Do you still want this?”

Choso unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth, gulping down a wavering breath. “I already told you,” he begins, his voice gravel, “show me more. Show me what else you want to do with me.”

“Can I kiss you?” you inquire, dipping your head enticingly, catching his wandering attention, urging him nearer. He doesn’t answer, electing to tap his lips against yours, clumsily pressing until the tip of his nose digs into your cheek. It’s easy to feel your heartbeat like this, and he wraps his arms around your lower back, eliminating the meager distance that was trapped between your heaving chests.

You let him steady himself, careful to keep your movements slow, but the squish of his face and the jerk of his hands tugs a bated humph of discomfort from you and he breaks away, elegant brows crumpled as he searches for the source of your discontent.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you amend, smiling at his obvious pout. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Hmm?” Choso questions, stroking a palm up your spine, a smirk quirking the corner of his mouth when you draw in a gasp.

You cup your hands beside his ears, fingers sinking into the dark tangles of his hair as you lure him back to your parted lips. “Open your mouth.”

He does as he’s told and you mold him against you, lapping your tongue over his, earning a shuddering moan and a sharp caress as he coils his hand around your throat. It’s easier this way and Choso steadily follows your lead, mimicking your sucks and teasing bites. Teeth clash when he reaches for more but he eases the sting with a flick of his tongue, and you nibble his lower lip in retaliation, pleased he’s so malleable.

Your fingers fall to the sash that rests above his stomach and he grunts when you pull at it, easing it away with a stable unwinding. His breaths are heavy against your kiss shined lips, but he keeps perfecting his new found techniques, sweeping chapped skin until it’s worn smooth by the wetness of your tongue. His own hands are preoccupied with your neck and the gentle underside of your jaw, fingertips pressing until you can sense the pound of your heart within his grasp.

“What are you trying to do?” you ask between his frantic presses. “It’s like you wanna match my pulse, or something.”

“Worry about yourself,” he grouses, ill-pleased with your answering laugh. “It’s going to take forever if you go that slow.”

You shove your palms against his chest and he stumbles backwards, his booted feet loud against the heavy mats, dark eyes flashing up at yours as his face falls into a deep-seated glower. “What?! What was... why did you…”

His angry retorts melt into nothingness when you fling your shirt over your head, sending the thin fabric fluttering to the ground. The sudden exposure leaves him gaping, unsure of himself once more, but you ease the shock, grasping his limp hand in yours, guiding it over the dip of your stomach, and up the flow of your side.

“Let’s play fair, huh?” you tease, tapping a kiss to his cheek, careful to land it in the same spot your thumb had touched weeks ago. Choso nods, obsidian eyes wide as his fingers trace over your goose-prickled skin. “Alright, well, it’s your turn.”

His gaze snaps back to yours, whisking over your face; as if he’s searching for some kind of answer in the lift of your nose, or the plushness of your lips. Whatever it is, he seems to have found it because he ducks his head to yours, resting his brow against the crown of your temple, hands lifting to his own clothing, making quick work of the intricate knots and folds of the fabric.

The gleam of his skin in the moonlight takes your breath away, and you reach for him as he eases the black off of the white, sliding your warmth over the coldness of his bared pectorals. He’s smooth; skin as soft as freshly cleaved talc, or a scattering of downy feathers, and you keep stroking until he’s shaking under your touch, his exhales unsteady against your face.

“I think I have more blemishes on my fingers and arms than you do on your entire body. You’re so soft,” you tell him, tracing an outspread hand against his muscled abdomen.

“I’m... this is a new manifestation,” he answers, hoping the strangeness of him, of his half human, half cursed being, won’t drive you away.

“Hmm,” you nod, pulling him down for another kiss. “It feels nice.”

He’s slow to undress. Not because he doesn’t want to see more of you, he’s simply distracted, too focused on touching what bits of you are revealed; the arc of your hips, the tipped buds of your breasts, and the line of your legs. But you’re like water; slipping through the gaps of his fingers, leaving him wanting, unsatisfied with his fragile hold.

When the last scrap of clothing is off, he waits, his cheeks flushed and mouth dry. “Now what?”

“Do you want me to touch you first?” you ask, that tantalizing smile lifting your lips.

“No,” he asserts, shaking his dark head. “I want to learn you before that...so show me.”

“You’re very unusual.” Tilting your head as you take his hand, leading him to your futon. “You know that?” you continue, tumbling him over you as you splay across the crisp sheets.

“Says the woman who is letting me between her legs,” Choso smarts, finding your lips in the gathering darkness. “Stop stalling; show me.”

With a pleased sigh, you reach for his hand again, looping your fingers around his as you guide him to the juncture of your thighs. You work one away from the others, gliding it along the ridges of your folds, showing him how you like to be touched. After his initial gawping and mystified rumblings of, ‘so wet,’ and half croaked, ‘fucks,’ he shifts closer, easing onto his haunches as he curiously follows your lessons.

“There,” he hisses, onyx gaze catching your twitching stomach and jerking hips. “Teach me how to do that.”

You work him to that apex, using your other hand to lift the slippery hood of your clit, showing him how to press and tap against the spongy nub. He’s a quick learner, his eyes falling from yours to watch the flutter and quaver of your cunt.

“Move your hand,” he tells you, resting his lips against the hollow of your neck, his tongue lapping over your pulse. When you untwine your fingers from his he waits, lips too busy sucking a bruise into your skin; reaching for that unsteady thump of your heart.

Bump-bump-ba-bump.

Yes. This will do. He’s caught the rhythm; can almost sense the flow of your blood, and see the surge of your clit under his touch.

The next frig of his digit has you gasping out his name, legs unfurling, knees shaking beside his ribs, your head flopping back onto the futon with a dull thump as you arch into his hold. Choso reapplies the pressure, adding the pad of his thumb, leaving it opposite his seeking forefinger, squeezing until you’re clawing your blunt nails down the sheets.

“You look good like this,” he smirks, looming over your heaving figure, licking his wet tongue along the valley of your breasts. “What else can you show me?”

Your fingers’ grip into his hair and you yank him from you, one brow delicately arched as you take in his irascible scowl. “You could put your mouth to better use…”

There’s no need to elaborate, and he’s wedged between your thighs before you can fully blink, ravenous lips slurping kisses and bites into the tender skin; he’s asking another question, but you can’t hear when he’s touching you like that, his fingers doggedly pressing at your clit, jerking more moans from your throat.

“Wh-what?” you ask, breath stolen before it’s past your quivering mouth.

“I said,” Choso pants, lifting his inky head and fixing you with a dazed stare. “I can feel your heartbeat.”

“Does that matter?” you laugh, popping onto your elbows to regard him inquisitively.

“It helps,” he answers cryptically and you jab your toes against his arm.

“Helps with what?”

“You’ll see. Do you care if I experiment?” He lifts his fingers from you, sucking the dripping pads into his mouth as he waits for your answer.

“Knock yourself out,” you gape, biting your lip between your teeth.

His dark eyes glaze before he averts them, an appreciative smile gentling his sharp features. “Good,” he replies, easing one bent leg over his broad shoulder, sparing you a last glance before sealing his lips to your throbbing folds.

It starts slowly; a deep shudder that seems to radiate from your core before pooling against your extremities, making your fingers twitch and your muscles spasm incrementally. But Choso is mindful of the power that he’s found, and he eases you onto his tongue, helping you to relax with steady sucks, avoiding that all important button that is distending above his nose. He can almost hear the rush of your blood, can sense where to press with each swell of your slick folds, and he follows unquestionably; pleased he can lose himself in this, in you.

He taps his thumb against your entrance, eyes opening, searching over the curve of your breasts to see you, to watch what kind of expression you’ll make when he finally breaches this boundary. The sheer heat of you takes him aback, and he groans, his low voice vibrating over your twitching cunt, and you reward his elation with another moan, his name falling from your lips.

What is this?

He’s drowning and all he’s done is taste you. Will he die if this goes further? Or will it burn? Lapping away the remnants of his regret until there’s nothing left of him but splintered bone.

“Choso,” you breathe, fingers latching into his wayward hair. “More, please… it’s not enough.”

He rotates his thumb before easing it out, making room for the wide push of his index finger, tongue lifting to swirl around the pulsing nub of your clit, and teeth grazing until you’re squirming.

“There!” you cry out, bucking into his open mouth. “Oh, god… I... I can’t––”

Something inside you shudders. He can feel it in the comforting thump of your heart and it makes him clutch you to him, his own hips rutting against the edge of the futon as he finds himself awash in the sheer intoxication of you.

Fuck. Is it supposed to feel like this? Like he’s half himself and half you? Or is he simply drunk on the rush of your blood?

Your cunt sucks his finger deeper, gummy walls pulsing in time with your heart as he gulps down your essence, tongue greedily catching it before it has time to drip onto his upturned wrist. It’s good. It tastes so fucking good.

He’s so winded by the sensations that he barely notices you pulling from him, his dark head lolling over the crinkled sheets, an inaudible moan slipping between his clenched teeth. Choso doesn’t resist when you ease him upward, warm fingers tracing up his heaving body as you press him onto his back. Only when you press a kiss to his fevered temple does he find himself, eyes bleary in the darkness.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, straddling his hips, your hand reaching for his straining cock, palming some of the leaking pre-cum over your fingers as you stroke him. “I can’t wait… I want you… can I? Choso?”

This part will burn, he thinks, helping you to hold yourself steady, eyes slipping closed when he feels the slick heat of you gliding teasingly over his tip. When you sink down, his back arches, and he hopes that the whispering shadows, the lingering remnants of his guilt, will be tossed onto this fire you’re stoking. Your hips still when they reach his base, legs twitching around him, your nails catching against his smooth skin, working nicks into the clean slate.

You’re clutching onto him like he’s the only thing tethering you down, and he opens his shuttered eyes to watch, hoping he can glimpse you past the smoldering of his want. You’re beautiful, he thinks, hand lifting from your hips to fiddle with the necklace that sits around your neck, admiring the glint of metal in the gloom.

He wishes he could see more, that he could wait a little longer, but he wants to put an end to this ache; he wants to burn.

The lift of your knees leaves both of you gasping, and Choso stifles a moan, legs tensing restlessly under the steady push and pull you’re establishing over him. It’s so warm inside you, and he can feel the thrum of your blood again, so he tries to match his to yours, controlling his pulse, right down to the multiplicity of his cells, eager to feel that potent tug of release once more.

“Does it feel good?” you ask, leaning back so he can admire his engorged cock as it plunges in and out of your sodden pussy.

“Do you have to ask?” he grunts, lifting a hand to your breast, tweaking the tender bud of your peaked nipple between the knuckles of his fingers.

When you call out his name again, he snatches you to him, dragging you to his parted lips as he digs his heels into the futon, rutting into you until you’re squelching lewdly around his pistoning cock. The world feels like it’s narrowing; the shadows lessening as he engulfs himself in you, his teeth working bruises into your neck, your shoulder, the tops of your breasts, anywhere he can reach; but it’s not enough.

With a huffed groan he’s gathering you into his arms, robust thighs helping him to flip you onto your back, hands splitting your legs as he drives himself back into your welcoming heat. It’s deeper in this position. He can feel more of your twitches and pulsations as he steadies his arms beside your ears, bracing himself over your prostrate form.

“You want me to touch you again, don’t you?” he asks, voice broken. “Do you want me to touch your clit? Will that make you cum for me? Will it?”

“I-I can do it,” you gasp, easing your fingers between your grinding bodies, knees spreading so he can watch. “Tell me when,” you murmur, head dropping as you arch, slipping him further.

“Now,” he moans, grabbing your jaw, forcing your lips to his as he slams his cock into you, setting himself alight; easing the incessant tug of his guilt until it’s a blunted thrum resting close to his heart.

When you shatter around him, he follows, wholly caught in the ebb and flow of his release; lost in the depths of this unsteady solution.

He stays with you through the night, eyes following the line of your body as you sleep. His hands are cold, he thinks, easing them beside you, but not for much longer.

The 31st is only four days away.

“Did he question you? Ask you for anything?” Getō’s words are lanced with care, his voice honey sweet as he steeples his fingers, peering at you with an avariciousness that makes you shake.

“He didn’t. I doubt it will happen again. I didn’t...I don’t want to...to… hurt––”

“What? Hurt him? He’s a half-breed monster. His feelings don’t come into this. Nor should yours; you have a family to think of, a mother who’s an invalid, a younger brother who can’t be depended upon, a father who’s a drunkard; too far gone to notice, or care, his eldest is missing; hasn’t attended her college classes in weeks... and your sister. Well, she’s still a child... much too young to suffer from your mistakes, don’t you think?”

“You’re the monster,” you grit, hands folded into your lap, nails pressing until blood wells under your fingertips.

“Perhaps,” he smiles. “We’ll be out of your way soon enough. Let me know if you show any signs of impregnation, would you? Any spawn you whelp will be useful; very useful indeed.”

notes: i was gonna name this something else, and i know the dates i am describing don’t match with the sabbat, but Beltane felt like a smoother fit.

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corpsedaydream · 3 years

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crash

so, here i am with a new one shot.

so before anyone asks if i’m gonna be posting frequently again or anything, i process things by writing about them. if something is running through my mind over and over and i can’t think through it on my own in my mind, writing about it generally helps me. this past weekend was supposed to be a fun long weekend away w my friends but it quickly ended when i experienced something pretty traumatic. i haven’t been able to sleep at all the past couple nights and so i started working on this. originally it was just going to be something private to help myself w the panic i was feeling then i started adding a muse into it and then i realised i was still writing about corpse without even meaning to, so i guess he’s still got me feeling musey.

anyway, i thought about keeping this private bc i’m still rly shaken up about what happened but idk feels like a shame to just let it sit on my computer.

idk if i’m back to this blog yet, i still feel indifferent about it. i’m signed out on my phone and was signed out on my laptop until just now and haven’t opened my inbox.

anyway. here’s the one shot.

word count: 1666 words (i’m not kidding)

trigger warning: car crash, panic attack

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crash

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up wake up wake up.

The words repeated over and over in your head. You’d had dreams about crashing your car before, but usually you woke up just before the point of impact. This time you didn’t.

This couldn’t of happened, this can’t be real, this is a a dream, I’ve got to wake up.

But you were already very much awake, this was very much real.

The colour had already drained from your face, tears were welling up in your eyes and your heart had already sunk. Your hands were trembling, your chest was completely still, you weren’t breathing in that moment. Your body had reacted before your mind had completely caught up.

“Fuck.” Was all you managed to say as realisation had hit you. You’d gotten into a car crash.

You looked around you, wondering how the others cars on the road were still moving when it felt like your world had just come to a stop when your car had its collision. You heard your dad’s voice in your head, all the things he’d told you when he taught you how to drive, had - god forbid - you ever ended up in a situation like this.

You went through the motions as well as you could. You were in a state of shock and physically, you were definitely there, but mentally, you really weren’t present. You were having an out of body feeling in the most terrifying way, it was a defence from the panic that had overwhelmed you.

Corpse felt a surge of anxiety. He had no idea why, either. All he was doing was looking through fan art on twitter, he hadn’t seen anything that usually would make him feel like that. It just throttled its way into himself seemingly out of no where.

It was especially odd seeing that today had been such a good day. Waking up beside was usually something that put him in a good head space.

So he started to call you, you always made him feel better. But then he remembered you were driving and you were a cautious driver, you never answered your phone when you were behind the wheel. You’d told him in the past how tenacious your dad had been as a driving teacher and it had really stuck with you.

Just as he was about to hang up, knowing you weren’t going to answer, you did.

“Hello?” Something was off. Corpse heard it right away in just that one greeting from you.

“Are you okay?” He didn’t even greet you back, he already had anxiety running through him and the unsettling tone of your answer of the phone had only made it increase.

“I think so.” You were so monotoned. Corpse had never heard you speak this way. You were a lot of things, but monotone was not one. You were expressive, bright and dramatic.

“You think so?” He repeated in a questioning way, wanting to know what was wrong.

“Yeah.” You responded so plainly again. Corpse almost wanted to ask you who was he speaking to right now, because surely this couldn’t have been you. This person had your voice, but this was a person he did not know right now.

“What’s going on?”

“I crashed my car.” You said it to him so simply. There was no emotion behind it. His heart thundered as if a terrible hail storm had just broken out.

“What?!”

“I crashed my car.” You repeated. Once again so eerily unemotional.

“Where are you?!”

Corpse shouldn’t have been driving in the state he was in, but he needed to get to you. His emotions were running so high and he couldn’t comprehend why yours weren’t.

After what felt like the longest drive of his life, he reached the crash site. His panic peaked when he spotted the ambulance, immediately thinking the worst. But then he saw you standing to the side of it. You were up and talking to the paramedics, that was at least a good sign you weren’t seriously injured.

“(Y/N),” He called for you as he got out of his own car. And just like your voice on the phone, your movements were so robotic.

You were normally so open with your emotions, you were such a readable and honest person. When you were happy, you shined, when you were mad, you yelled red, when you were sad, you cried oceans. But Corpse had never seen you in a true state of shock. He’d never seen your fight or flight response. And apparently it was a stillness and unresponsive, the complete opposite to how you were normally.

“Are you okay?” He knew you probably weren’t, but he couldn’t find any clue to how you were feeling. Until his footsteps brought him closer to you.

You didn’t respond to him at all. Even words felt like too much right now. As he neared you, though, he spotted the signs of fear your body displayed that your words did not. Your hands and arms were trembling, your shoulders were slumped, your face was completely pale, sweat dotted all over your forehead despite it not being a hot day, tears were slowly spilling from your eyes one by one, your chest was moving unevenly as you struggled to breathe properly.

“Baby, c’mere.” Corpse didn’t hesitate to gather you in his arms. Holding you so tenderly against him. That’s when he felt that it was more than just your arms and hands that were trembling, your entire body had a slight shake to it. He knew you were experiencing true terror in that moment.

The time between your banged up car getting placed onto a tow truck and arriving back at your apartment felt like a blur.

You’d just gotten off the phone with your insurance provider when you’d heard Corpse.

“Are you in any pain?”

"What?” You’d heard him perfectly but you hadn’t once thought about how this had affected you physically.

“Are you in any pain?” He repeated himself.

“I’m not sure.” And you weren’t, but the paramedics had said that adrenaline would be coursing through you right now and adrenaline was the biggest distraction from pain. “I’m gonna go have a shower.”

“Okay.” Corpse watched you with concerned eyes until you disappeared behind your bathroom door. He so badly wanted to help, wanted to make you feel better, break you out of this state you were in that he was so not used to.

You didn’t know how much time you’d spent in the shower. But it was long enough that the sky had grown darker and the moon had replaced the sun by the time you emerged. Once you’d gotten dressed, you made slow steps towards your bedroom. Your hands were trembling more violently than before and your breathing was speeding up.

The shock was finally wearing off and reality was getting ready to slap you hard across the face.

“Corpse...” Your voice was so silent, almost as if you couldn’t form a word due to the air that seemed harder and harder to breathe as a panic attack started to take control of you.

Corpse might not have even heard you had he not been on such high alert for you right now. But he was, and so he did he hear you and when he saw the state you were in, he instantly got up from his spot on your bed where he was waiting for you and was wrapping you up tight.

You were hyperventilating so dangerously, your heart felt like it was being encased in treacherous clouds that tightened with every intake of air you struggled to get.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had cried this way. You were breaking down.

Corpse was completely holding you up. Had it not been for him, you would be a crumbled heap on the floor.

The both of you didn’t sleep that night.

Every time you were close to drifting off, the crash would replay in your mind on an insufferable loop and you would jolt awake and the panic would restart all over.

And every time, Corpse was right there to hold you through it. He didn’t sleep due to how concerned he was about you.

The next day was a little easier mentally, but a lot harder physically. You’d gotten so much emotion out the night before that now the pain could have your attention.

Everything from your hips up felt sore, stiff and tense. Every time you moved your neck was scary because it felt like it was about to snap. But worst of all was your chest. It was hard and painful to breathe. The paramedics had warned you about this. The impact to your chest was going to take the longest to recover from. You kept your breathing shallow, any other kind of breathing made you wince and Corpse noticed.

“You’re hurting.” It wasn’t a question, he was stating what he noticed. He’d known the signs of someone in pain. Plus he had also taken note of the bruises that had appeared on your skin, the colouring of them looking like a painting of a galaxy, all purple and blue.

“A little bit.”

“Mhm.” He knew it was more than a little bit, but he wasn’t about to argue with you. He looked over you laying beside him, grateful that you were still here, you were alive. A car could be replaced, but you could not.

You were flat on your back because that was really only the current position that felt even the tiniest bit comfortable right now. Corpse was on his side, one of his hands supporting his head as he leaned over you. His other hand began to soothingly run his fingers through your hair and you let your eyes flutter close at the touch.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled back, keeping your eyes shut and feeling exhaustion take over you.

“Try sleeping, baby. I’ll be right here.”

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #writing #mine

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euijin · 3 years

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creator tag game | post your gifs before and after coloring!

tagged by @woodzm thank u hehe i was actually hoping someone would tag me in this bc i love these

i did this a few months ago here, but honestly, i like the coloring on these gifs soooo much better than back then. i found a new combo of psds for the kingdom sets that i really liked, and i’ve been using it ever since. i decided to do a bunch of different sized gifs for this again, just some of the psds i saved of some of my latest sets and that jihoon one which is really old but i still don’t know how i did that so u can have it too. i figured y’all would want to see some of the kingdom gifs since those are what i’ve been making for the past couple months so u get six of those.

some rambling about my style and how i color things (specifically the kingdom gifs) under the cut

my style has generally been deemed “red and cyan” and i think that’s true adsfsdgd as you can see, i really like to amp up the colors and make everything more saturated. i also hate yellows ❤️ generally. i think sometimes i go overboard on my anti-yellow agenda but i am learning. i really love blue, as i’m sure you also know! i use like 50 selective color layers in all of my psds, and to give u some insight, my kingdom psds have 30 adjustment layers give or take.

the kingdom psd is my “saturated as hell” psd on top of my “green cyan” psd on top of my “bright blue” psd, which i’m sure makes sense when u look at it. the bright blue psd has two -100 yellow blue selective color layers, with one having +100 cyan too, and sometimes one or both of those had to get turned off because they make things look kinda static-y blue sometimes, as u can see by bottom right felix’s shirt. the green cyan psd greatly lightens blues and gives them a green tone, and then the “saturated as hell” psd has like a +100 black blue layer. i have to toggle all of those layers off when there’s something purple because they hate purples. the bright blue psd also has HELLA contrast, like +30, and that often had to get turned down. i only realized that was a problem sometimes by like ep 4 asdfsdgsdg the kingdom coloring also has a +30 black black selective color layer too, which is important otherwise the blacks look green thanks to the green cyan psd. they kinda still do but y’know, it’s better.

to fix skintone, what i’ve been doing recently is a hue/saturation layer, amp up reds, then red selective color until it seems okay. i find that usually helps w the washed out paleness of original gifs.

generally, when i color something, it’s like...vibrance layer, brightness/contrast layer, color balance layer, selective color layer(s), exposure layer, three+ more selective color layers SDFSDGSDG sometimes with curves thrown in there somewhere. if i’m trying to make something super unnatural looking a more natural color, then curves layers for sure. honestly i haven’t colored from scratch in a while tho i think i would forget how to make something nice asdfsadg

ok enough!! i tag: @yenyuls @seolbo @chrisbangs @youngke @seungminhos @abi6x @choibeomgyus @hyunsung @hyunjinz @wonstal and anyone else that wants to!! just say i tagged u nobody will notice if i didn’t ok. and to everyone tagged, as always sry if u already did this and feel free to ignore! mwah everyone have a great day

#tag games #*ccarly #bottom left juyeon looks way too red in the side by side but #i wanted y'all to see one of the ones with the cyan bg #tried to go with a variety for the kingdom gifs #i need to gif more girls this is quite frankly disgusting #i lowkey love the wei gif tho (top left)#so blue and red <3

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theladyofdeath · 4 years

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Alone in the Ashes {20}

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click > Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: More fluff? “But, Tara, that’s so out of character for you.” “But, Tara, what ever happened with Tamlin?” “TARA WHY IS EVERYTHING GOING SO WELL” solid questions......

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth. - Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Show me!” Feyre called, yelling behind the velvet curtain. Mor was trying on bridesmaid dress after bridesmaid dress, giving Feyre her own personal runway show.

Which she deserved. She was the bride-to-be, after all.

“Alright, okay,” Mor muttered from inside of the dressing room. “This one has a low back and a high neckline. And, I must say, my ass looks fantastic.”

Feyre laughed but that laughter faded once Mor came out, because she was right - she looked stunning. It hugged her body without being too risque and the deep, lavender color suited her perfectly.

“I love that,” Feyre said, eyes wide. “It’s perfect. Even the color. That’s our color. That’s your dress. You’re getting that.”

“Am I?” Mor asked.

“Yes, and if you don’t, I’m kicking you out of the bridal party.”

Mor snorted. “Fine. I accept. Now, I’m making you try on dresses.”

“My sisters should be here,” Feyre said, just as she had every other time Mor had suggested otherwise.

“You don’t have to get one today,” Mor said. “Please? Just try on a few then we can go get lunch.”

“Fine,” Feyre groaned, hopping up from the couch she was sitting on.

The owner of the boutique came over and helped Feyre into a room before Mor, now changed into her shorts and tank top, went crazy, bringing her a handful of dresses.

“Take your time,” Mor called, closing the curtain behind her. “I’ll be sitting right out here, let me know if you need help.”

Feyre sighed, taking in the line up of dresses before her. At first, she slipped on a ballgown, but the moment she stepped out of the dressing room and looked into the mirror, she wanted to yank it off her body and burn it. Too puffy, too frilly. She felt like she was going to prom - been there, done that. She went through two more that even Mor had cringed at before setting her eyes on a slim fit, beaded gown with an open back and a low, sweetheart neckline. It had thin straps and a long, beautiful lace train.

Feyre slipped it on.

She stepped out of her dressing room and looked into the mirror.

Mor gasped, eyes lined with tears.

“Feyre,” she breathed.

“I know,” Feyre said, shaking her head. “Damn you, Mor! I was supposed to wait for my sisters!”

They both broke into a fit of laughter as Feyre admired the dress in the mirror. It was perfect. It was flawless. There was nothing about it that Feyre didn’t like.

Rhysand wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her.

She was barely able to keep her hands off of herself.

It was just over her budget; but, she didn’t really care. She wouldn’t be telling Rhysand, who she scolded just the night before about ordering too many flowers - but, she didn’t really care. She would only ever have one wedding dress.

“How long will it take for this dress to come in if I ordered it today?” Feyre asked.

The owner went to a little computer where she typed away for a minute before saying, “Six months.”

All the breath left Feyre’s body.

But Mor wasn’t taking that shit.

“There isn’t any way it can get in sooner?” Mor asked. “Can she buy the one she has on and have it fitted? She’s getting married in October and that dress needs to be on her body when the day comes.”

The owner looked back and forth between Mor and Feyre.

Her lips thinned. “I will see what I can do.”

She went back to work on her computer as Mor snapped an endless string of pictures on her phone of Feyre in her dress, which she promised to send to Elain.

Five minutes later, Elain had sent a reply: G E T I T N O W

Amren’s replying text was similar: If she doesn’t get that dress I will break in after hours and steal it for her.

If Elain approved, it was a must.

If Amren was talking about breaking the law, it wasn’t unusual, but it was still a must.

The owner was still trying to figure out a way to get it in sooner, now speaking to someone on the phone in hushed tones.

Feyre looked in the mirror, again. It was beautiful. Stunning. She could imagine it, paired with a simple pair of heels and a long, simple veil. She could picture Rhysand’s face as she walked toward him in the dress. He would watch her with wide, teary eyes, and a small smile, full of utter adoration.

It was the dress.

Half an hour had passed before the owner rejoined them. The elderly woman sighed, as if all of her energy had been sucked away. “I can get it here in two months-”

Feyre heard nothing else because Mor had jumped up, off the couch, and was running to Feyre with her arms wide open. Laughing, Feyre let Mor embrace her, all while picturing her wedding day.

What a perfect day it would be.

~~~~~

Cassian had gone for a jog along the Sidra, listening to his hype playlist through his earbuds. It was a perfect Sunday afternoon. The sun was bright, high in the sky, not a cloud to be seen. The flowing waters of the Sidra were sparkling beside him.

Even Bryaxis had a little pep in his step, when usually he was trailing behind Cassian and whining after a mile.

They stopped near a little park where Cassian plopped down in the grass, Bryaxis beside him. After taking a drink from his water bottle, he squirted some into Bryaxis’ mouth, too, when his phone went off.

Nesta’s name popped up on his screen.

All of these movies you’re making me watch from the 80s are weird as fuck.

Cassian smiled at his screen before typing back, Which one are you watching now?

It was no secret that Cassian loved movies, so when Nesta asked for recommendations, he had given her a longass list and a giant stack from his personal collection. She had been living with Elain for about two weeks now, and was loving her sister’s company. Cassian hadn’t seen her much, though. He helped her move in, as he promised he would, but he was aware she needed space for now, and he was okay giving her that.

Didn’t keep them from having little text conversations nearly every day, though.

The Lost Boys, she sent back, with a little vampire emoji.

What?? Cassian texted. It’s a classic!

Oh, please, she replied. It’s obvious why you’re such a fan.

Bryaxis had climbed onto his owner’s lap and Cassian was scratching his head, between his ears, when he sent, And why is that?

It took her a minute to reply in which Cassian used to stretch out his long, sweaty legs.

Then the reply came: Bc you’re basically Michael

Cassian cocked his head to the side, even though she wasn’t around to see it. Untrue.

He could imagine her rolling her eyes. Especially when he got her text back. Long hair, motorcycle, thinks he’s hot as shit? Yeah, you’re Michael.

Cassian looked down at Bryaxis. “Nesta’s being mean, Ax.”

Bryaxis’s tail went wild at the mention of her name.

Cassian’s only reply was, I am hot as shit.

Nesta replied with the eye-rolling emoji.

Then, she sent, I’m almost done with the stack you gave me, and as weird as they may be, I wouldn’t mind if you brought me some more?

Before Cassian could reply, Nesta followed the text with, Maybe tomorrow? If you’re not busy after work.

Cassian looked back down to Bryaxis as he grinned. He didn’t know why he was grinning, felt ridiculous at grinning to himself and his dog in the middle of a crowded park, but he couldn’t stop that stupid little grin.

Sure. I’ll be over around 6?

Six gave him enough time to run home, shower, and grab another stack of DVDs she would surely be calling weird as fuck in no time.

Cassian finished stretching, did thirty sit-ups, and was back on his feet, Bryaxis’s leash in hand when Nesta replied: Perfect.

~~~~~

Elain looked at her phone, where she had set a timer.

It had only been fifteen seconds.

The bathroom was small, but she paced back and forth relentlessly. She had chugged half a gallon of water, Nesta watching her curiously as she did so, before excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

They had been watching some vampire movie from the 80s. Not exactly Elain’s thing. She was glad for any excuse that politely removed her from the room.

Even if said excuse was anxiety ridden.

Another glance at her phone.

Thirty seconds.

Her pacing continued, her fingers drumming wildly against her thighs.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing, right? I mean...Azriel would be great, of course, but it certainly wasn’t ideal. They had only been dating a few months, only began sleeping with each other the month before.

If it was true, it must have happened that first night, or one of the nights soon after.

It was too soon.

Elain’s anxiety shot through the roof.

She looked at her phone.

Forty-five seconds.

Two minutes felt like a lifetime when everything was on the line.

She was only a week late, but even when she was barely eating, her period had always remained normal - perfectly spaced out, returning like clockwork the third week of every month.

Her eyes met her phone.

One minute down.

One minute to go.

“It’s okay,” she breathed, shaking out her hands, as if that would somehow make the situation better. “It’s alright. Breathe.”

By the Cauldron, what if it was positive?

Would it really be okay?

Azriel would freak out, without a doubt.

He already had Mila. She couldn’t add more onto his plate.

She looked at her phone.

One minute, twenty seconds.

But he was so good with Mila. He would be an amazing father. So gentle and kind, so loving and passionate.

But would he want to have kids with Elain?

She imagined he hadn’t even thought about such a thing yet. Elain hadn’t even thought about it, not until she went eight days over her start day without her period.

For the Mother’s sake, they hadn’t even used the word love with one another yet.

Phone.

One minute, forty-seconds.

Elain couldn’t breathe. She slumped down to the floor, on top of the gray, fluffy rug, and closed her eyes.

In, out.

Don’t panic.

Panic doesn’t help.

But she couldn’t help it. Her eyes began to water, the tears trickling down her pale cheeks.

She suddenly had a feeling that everything was about to change. She was a woman. She knew her body. Either it had gone into shock with all the lifestyle changes she had made in the recent weeks, or this was all real.

Her timer went off, and her eyes shot open.

She took her phone off the counter and silenced the timer.

Then, with a shaky hand, she pulled the test off the counter.

Pregnant.

She read it twice, ten times, twenty times, that single word the only word she could think of.

She was pregnant.

Pregnant.

With child.

With Azriel’s child.

A fist pounded on the door, scaring Elain shitless. She swore, quietly, scrambling up from the floor.

“Hey, it’s Az. Nesta said you came upstairs. I assume you’re in there, since….well, you’re not anywhere else up here. Hope you don’t mind me coming by early. I dropped Mila off with Mor and Feyre to look for a flower girl dress. I was told I’m not allowed to see it before the wedding day, so...”

Elain took a deep breath, hoping her voice remained steady when she said, “Hey! Oh, I’m just...fixing my contacts.”

A pause. “Okay. I’ll go downstairs and wait with Nesta. I’ll catch the end of The Lost Boys.”

“Great,” Elain said, and her voice broke.

Azriel didn’t move from the other side of the door. She could see the shadows from his feet. “You okay? You sound upset.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she promised him, although she obviously wasn’t. “Just a little emotional today.”

“Alright,” Azriel said, uncertainly. “Can I open the door?”

“I’m naked,” she blurted.

“While putting in contacts?” Azriel said, huffing a laugh. “Not that it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

The doorknob turned, and Elain cursed herself for not locking the door.

She quickly hid the test stick behind her back as he came in.

He took one look at her red cheeks, her blurry eyes, and frowned. “Hey…”

She was frozen in place as he stepped toward her, as he took her face into his hands and wiped away her tears. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, and Azriel pulled her into his arms.

His body stilled.

He was taller than her by quite a bit, no doubt looking down as she planted her face into his chest.

Down at Elain’s hands, behind her back, gripping the test so hard that her knuckles were white.

Azriel reached around her and took it from her hands. He stepped back, looking down at it.

Pregnant.

He took a step back, studied it as if he wasn’t seeing it correctly.

His face was unreadable.

Elain’s hands flew over her mouth as she broke into a sob.

Azriel’s gaze jerked up, his eyes widened as she cried. “Hey, hey, no..”

He set the test down on the counter and pulled Elain into his arms. He held her tightly against him as she wept.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, voice muffled against his shirt.

“About what?” he whispered. “You don’t have to apologize, El. Okay? Don’t apologize.”

She nodded, and when she looked up at him, his hazel eyes shone. “Please tell me what you’re thinking.”

He hesitated, his hands still rubbing her back. “I’m not….I’m in shock, I guess. But, I’m not….mad, Elain, I think you think I’m mad.”

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “I’m in shock, too.”

“Okay,” he breathed. “Well, that’s good.”

Elain laughed, softly. “How is that good?”

“Pretty sure shock is normal in these situations,” he said, quietly.

All the tension left Elain’s shoulders. “I’m scared.”

“About what?” he asked, voice low.

“All of it,” she said. “Carrying a child, birthing a child, and everything that comes after that. And you...Azriel…” Her words trailed off, but Azriel didn’t say anything. He watched her and waited, patiently. “You would be an amazing dad, Az, but I don’t want to trap you.”

His brows furrowed as he brushed her newly fallen tears away. “Is that what you think? That I would stay with you because you’re pregnant? Or, that I would even want to leave you in the first place?”

Elain looked down. She shrugged. She wasn’t sure what she thought, wasn’t sure how to sort her thoughts.

Azriel lifted her chin back up with his fingers. “Do you want to have this baby?”

It was the same question that Elain had stayed up the night before asking herself, over and over again. If it’s positive, do you want to keep it? Elain laid her palms flat against his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Although afraid, she felt completely confident when she answered, “Yes.”

Azriel smiled, tentatively, and nodded. “Then I’m going to be here, okay? You’re not trapping me, Elain. You couldn’t trap me if you tried. I know we’ve been together for a few months, and we’re still in that honeymoon stage, and I won’t pretend that I know what the future holds....But I do know that I love you.” He kissed her forehead. “And I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to do this, and it’s going to be okay, okay?”

Elain laid her palm against his cheek, brushing away the tear he had that fell. “You love me?”

She knew Azriel, knew he didn’t say things unless they were true. And, after talking with Mor, she knew Azriel had never said that word to another woman.

Azriel’s eyes softened. “I do. But, you don’t have to-”

“I love you, too,” she breathed, interrupting his modesty.

And it was true.

Yes, she had loved Graysen, but it was a false love. She loved the idea of Graysen, loved the life they had built, but it wasn’t true, Graysen had proven that in the end.

But with Azriel…

Azriel was truth, kindness, gentleness, passion, genuity, love. He was everything she needed for herself, all wrapped up into one, perfectly imperfect man.

And she loved that about him.

She loved him.

He smiled down at her, and it was one of those smiles that she had only seen a handful of times from him. His teeth showed, his eyes went bright, his plump lips curved upward. That smile...it was an image that Elain kept in her memory for her darkest of days.

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crispy-ghee · 4 years

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Forgive my absolute novice question, but those environment studies are BEAUTIFUL! I've never done them but I want to try, since it's good practice. What's your process, do you have any advice?

Thank you! No reason to apologize either. I can give a glimpse into my process, but fair warning it’s quite messy (I did this one quickly after work as an example) and I might not have the besssst explanations for everything.

Everything under the cut!

I do these off of photos I find on google images, since i’m not using them for profit or anything like that. I kind of decide what i wanna try and study (tropical scenes, forests, mountains, whatever) and then just look for an image that strikes me.

Something to note when you’re going into this is to have some idea of what you want to try and focus on. If there’s a specific thing you want to work on or capture when you do this. For me, it was trying to get better at seeing and picking colors, plus maybe fiddling w/ how mountains and rocks work haha

Having a specific goal makes doing studies easier because you don’t feel like you have to focus on basically everything when you’re painting. When the end goal is just ‘get better,’ that’s a lot of stuff you have to try and get right or pay attention to! Doing things one at a time is good.

So anything like...Wanting to understand color, wanting to understand shadows, wanting to understand light, wanting to know how trees work, or even something like ‘i saw this photo and i like how the light hits this one particular spot and i wanna capture how that spot feels’--just give yourself something to focus on!

Anyhoo, I picked this one. wanted to try a desert scene. My focus, again, is trying to understand color a lil better (kinda gave myself a rule, which was ‘no colorpicking’)

I work on a really tiny canvas btw like... 3 inches by 2 inches, and with a kinda fat chalk brush with pressure opacity on. This makes sure i can’t get fiddly on it.

Usually start with a really basic composition sketch that is definitely gonna be inaccurate, but that’s okay since that’s not what i’m doing this for lol

a lil more ‘detail’ pulling out the forms of biggest interest. sometimes this includes the a shape of a large shadow, like at the bottom! just the big important sections of the composition that you see.

I start laying in the colors really messily, again going for BIG at first. Right now the focus is establishing those big spaces in the composition. Right now this also includes some of the stronger shadows, since those are important to the form of things. The colors I choose to lay down vary, but usually go for the sort of ‘mid tone’ that i can suss out, maybe a a bright hilight, and then a deep shadow.

lol okay this is definitely a jump forward. But you can see i focused on the mountains. I ended up painting over that tree because it wasn’t in the right place anyway.

Anyway, TIPS on how I approached this:

TRY NOT TO GIVE A SHIT OVER WHETHER SOMETHING IS SUPER ACCURATE. Just make sure that it reads!

Focused first on laying in the darkest shadows, bc those really inform a lot about the shape of the thing.

A lot of squinting and stepping back, and also making the reference picture zoomed out small. This really makes the small detail disappear and helps keep you from getting caught up and confused by it. Sometimes you can eliminate certain details, or combine them with nearby details.

I added some new colors here and there, but nothing too strong. I avoided introducing too many different colors though, and most of what i had was a result of mixing the colors I already. If you add a very different color, that creates an area of high contrast. Which can be great, if that’s the focus and you want to hilight the area, tho!

Tried not to draw outlines. In fact, I made sure most of my strokes were downwards or sideways to make sure that I had to focus on things as blocks of color.

How do you do manage the shape w/out outlines? One thing to remember! You perceive form through contrast! Basically, in an area, how does the shadow butt up against the light? Look for those edges/places where they meet, and then think about how different those areas look to each other. Are the colors really different from each other? Are they similar? Is the edge hard, or is it more gradual? Look for those places where things meet!

Keeping in mind that color is relative. When you’re trying to figure out what color something is, peer at the color itself and try to isolate it. For instance a color may seem grey to you, but maybe it’s blue, and it looks much more desaturated bc you have it up against a really warm, bright color. Maybe what you think is a green is actually a red or a brown. SOME TIPS:

If you’re not focused on color as your study, feel free to colorpick off the photo! You’ll see the difference between what you perceived and what the true color was, and you’ll learn from that!

I’ve gotten good enough to be able to peer at colors and separate them in my brain from the rest of the picture. If you can’t do that, then you can mask it out physically in photoshop so that it’s literally isolated! You’ll get way better at picking up on color differences this way, and then can work towards doing it without having to physically mask things.

Questions to ask yourself when trying to figure out a color: Does it feel warmer or cooler? What hue is it (does it look purple or purple or red to you)? How saturated does it look?

Shadows usually gradiate. Shadows are made bc they block out light. So they’re darker when it’s harder for light to get into a space. So the further away from an edge or a crease, the lighter the shadow becomes.

Be wary about your colors getting too muddy, bc that happens when you’re mixing colors. Step back now and again, and if they look like they’re getting too grey or brown, feel free to paint some saturated color back into it.

Anyway, I added the trees (spent less time on them bc they’re unimportant to me lol) and cleaned up a couple other things...

And the last step is just creating a clean border around the painting to make it look clean!

And there’s my study.

ALSO

Also

the most most most important step

is to close the fucking Reference you were working off of and not look at it after that, because you’re gonna like what you did way better as its own thing when you’re not comparing it to the real deal lol

Anyway...I think that’s all i have to say? Idk. If something’s not clear, feel free to ask, but that’s what I got. This painting was pretty rushed so it’s not the *best* representation of everything, but hopefully it got most of the point across.

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 4 years

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can u do an imagine where u and cal meet crystal for the first time and one where u guys meet sierra for the first time? and u get along w the girls so well and the other boys are so happy their favorite girls are getting along 😍

I mean the details aren’t all correct as to how Cal and the other guys met the other girlfriends but I had to change that anyway to fit with the I Need You universe - I also wrote a scene for Kaykay bc I love her

I Need You

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2015 (age 19)

“You’re being such a dick! Why can’t you just let me win?” Y/N whined, throwing her head back on the couch in exasperation, listening to the laughter of the three men.

“I’ve literally never let you win anything, Y/N/N, why would I start now?” Ashton pointed out. Y/N huffed, pouting at Calum, who she was sharing the sofa with, her feet on his lap as she played Mario Kart with his best friend.

“Tell Ash to be nice to me,” she pleaded.

“Nice try, Nib,” Calum murmured, shaking his head affectionately. “Ash won that fair and square.”

“Luke’s on my side, right?” Y/N asked, turning her head around to smile innocently at the youngest person in the room, who shrugged his shoulders unsurely. “Luke stop being Switzerland and pick a fucking side!”

“This is an unsafe working environment,” Luke declared.

“Is this a bad time?” Y/N’s head whipped around to grin at Michael, not yet taking in the woman who accompanied him. His eyebrows were raised in amusement at his friends, clearly trying to supress a laugh.

“No - you’ll take my side, though. Because Calum didn’t,” Y/N shot her boyfriend a withering glare. “Tell Ashton he’s being a dick.

“Ash, you’re being a dick,” it was an immediate reaction from Michael, and Y/N stuck her tongue out at Ashton triumphantly.

“You planning on introducing us?” Luke asked before Ashton and Y/N could argue any further.

“Um… yeah! Guys, this is the girl I was telling you about - Crystal,” Michael introduced, his cheeks were flushed pink from embarrassment, a similar nervous expression resting on the pretty woman’s face as well.

“Hey, it’s so nice to meet you all at last,” she said, clearly worried about their reactions to her. Ashton and Luke were quick to stand up and greet her with a hug from the ever-too-friendly Ashton and an awkward handshake from Luke as they introduced themselves.

“He’s spoken about a girl to us?” Y/N asked Calum quietly, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“He mentioned her to us, yeah - you haven’t heard anything?” Calum asked and Y/N shook her head. “Weird - you’re usually the first to know this kind of thing.” Calum pecked her lips before the two of them stood up.

Crystal’s nervousness seemed to increase when Calum and Y/N approached.

“Hey - I’m Calum,” the guys engaged her in conversation as Michael made eye contact with Y/N, taking her to the side of the group.

“You didn’t tell me?” Y/N asked, sad to admit how upset she really was by having not been told about Michael having a woman in his life.

“I’m sorry, Nibbles - I just… I wanted to take it slow with her, you know? I didn’t tell the guys much, I just… had to tell them something, you know? And you’ve had stuff going on with uni and all and… I didn’t want to overwhelm her,” Michael paused and shrugged. “I really like her,” he confessed with a shy smile. Y/N shook her head and grinned at him, pulling her best friend into a hug.

“Look at you, all grown up, Mike.”

“You’ll give her a chance? I think you’d really like her.”

“’Course I will, dude - she clearly means a lot to you.” Michael shrugged bashfully.

“It’s be the world to me if two of the most important girls in my life got along,” Y/N’s heart swelled at his words.

Though she didn’t reply to him, knowing she would get too choked up if she did. Instead, she moved back towards Crystal. Calum had been watching the interaction with Michael and raised his eyebrows at Y/N, who squeezed his hand briefly as she walked past.

“Hi - sorry, had to interrogate Mike. I’m Y/N, Calum’s girlfriend,” Y/N introduced herself to Crystal, who took her hand with a relieved grin and Y/N felt guilt wash over her for having kept her waiting.

“Trust me I know - I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“If he’s telling the stories then I’m sure it’s nothing good,” Y/N sighed, shaking her head and Crystal laughed in response.

2018, Age 22

“That’s… not what I was expecting to walk in on,” Y/N admitted when Luke exited his room, his cheeks bright pink, hair messy and his hand rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“Sorry you… sorry you had to see that,” he responded awkwardly. Y/N’s cheeks lifted in a smile.

“I’ve seen worse, Lu. Besides, just think of the amount of times you’ve walked in on Cal and-”

“I don’t want to think of those times, thanks,” Luke immediately cut her off, grimacing. Y/N laughed and nodded towards the bedroom door.

“You just left her in there, Lu?” His eyes widened comically.

“Fuck, is she going to hate that?”

“Well considering that you ran out on her in bed shouting ‘Y/N wait! I can explain!’ I don’t think she’s going to love it.” Y/N deadpanned.

“Fuck,” Luke groaned. Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed Luke’s arm, dragging him over to the bedroom door and knocking twice.

“Yeah?” The sad unsureness in her tone was clear even through the door separating them.

“Hi - I’m Y/N,” the girl explained, entering into the bedroom, where Luke’s ‘lady friend’ was sat on the bed with sheets wrapped around her.

“I-I’m so sorry I-I didn’t know,” she immediately went to reply but Y/N shook her head at her with a grin.

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m explaining on behalf of my idiot friend who ran out on you with no explanation,” Y/N stuck her hand out towards her. “I’m Calum’s girlfriend.”

“Oh shit - of course you are!” The woman exclaimed, grabbing her hand and shaking it. “I’m Sierra, I’m Luke’s…” she trailed off unsurely.

“Girlfriend,” Luke supplied quietly, a gentle, nervous grin on his face. Sierra’s face broke into a gorgeously wide smile as she looked at Luke.

“I’m Luke’s girlfriend,” she agreed, though she wasn’t looking at Y/N as she spoke.

“It’s nice to meet you - I’d say I’d heard a lot about you but… Luke’s kept you pretty quiet.”

“You’re the first to know,” Luke supplied, his arm going to rest over Y/N’s shoulder, bringing her into a side-hug.

“And while that delights me, I’d really rather you put some clothes on other than just your boxers,” Y/N stated, refusing to look at Luke as she pushed him away, grimacing in mock-distaste. Luke laughed and wandered over to his closet. “I’m sorry about… walking in on you. We’re meant to be going out for lunch and Luke wasn’t coming to the door.” Y/N explained.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sierra promised, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“Well… Cal’s waiting in the car outside. It’s just gonna be us two there and Luke so… if you wanna join us, that’d be nice.”

2019, Age 23

Y/N and Calum were curled up together on the sofa when there was a knock at the door. Y/N looked up towards her boyfriend, frowning.

“Who’d’ya think that is?” She asked and Calum shrugged.

“Told everyone I was spending the day at home with you so everyone said they’d leave us in peace,” Calum informed her, pecking her lips.

“Probably one of the guys then, they’ve never once given a shit about leaving us alone,” Y/N mused, settling back down into Calum’s chest, listen to the low chuckle he gave.

“That’s true,” Calum agreed, figuring that if it was one of the guys, then they had only knocked for the sake of courtesy and had likely already invited themselves in and gotten a drink from the kitchen, as was the norm for them.

“You know, you’re meant to answer the door when someone knocks,” Y/N and Calum laughed at Ashton’s voice coming from behind them.

“You know you’re meant to wait for the host to offer you a drink before you go and get one,” Y/N commented in return, eyeing the drink in Ashton’s hand before her eyes slid over to who he was accompanied by.

“He said you guys wouldn’t mind?” The woman asked nervously.

“They’re just being dicks, don’t listen to them,” Ashton promised, his arm rested around the woman’s shoulder, bringing her closer so that he could kiss her temple.

“You must be Kaykay,” Y/N said, patting Calum’s arm as a sign for him to let go of her, which he did but pouted as he did so.

“Hey - you’re Y/N, right?” She asked, taking Y/N’s outstretched hand.

“Yeah! It’s nice to finally meet you,” Y/N grinned in return. Calum raised his hand towards the woman, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey - I’m Calum.”

“Nice to meet you,” Kaykay said, smiling.

“Wanna join us? We’re just watching some Brooklyn 99?” Y/N offered, giving Ashton a side glance and he gave a nervous smile in return.

“If you guys don’t mind?” Kaykay agreed unsurely.

“You’ll quickly learn, Kaykay, that we don’t have any privacy. This isn’t really our house. It’s basically just a communal house for everyone, we just pay for it.” Calum informed her, his tone serious and giving a formal nod of his head.

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evansfm · 3 years

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𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 –– 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 .

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

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

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

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

“ charlotte’s office . answer my question . ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ i WAS , but –– ”

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

“ we ? ”

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

“ is this about –– ”

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

“ better known as BEX , ” sophie added .

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

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

“ see for yourself . ”

“ SOPHIE . ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

both of them scurried off without a word .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ evan –– . . . ”

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

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

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

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

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

#idk what to taaaag it

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n.jm: where were you?

summary: y/n does not know what the fuck is going on half of the time.

pairing: highschool!fboi!jaemin x fem!reader

warning: a lot of cursing, drug usage reference, crackheadness, maybe a lot of grammer error. this is my first bullet-scenario au so yeah. also! this a collab with the lovely @huangsren in out nct dreamies alternate universe teehee. she has a lovely, fluffy renjun one up so go read it!

part two!

you okay let’s get this collab with @huangsren

so at NCT High if you don't know Na Jaemin who the hell are you? like everyone knows this kid from lunch ladies to the freaking janitors

its not a surprise since the dude is literally dead drop gorgeous and has a shit ton of social skills. like the boy deadass can swindle his way out of detention (which he did) with just a wink

typical fboi but instead of it being a huge turn-off, girls still throw themselves on him even when he WARNS them beforehand that he isn't looking for a serious thing

still, they get attached and heartbroken when he tells them “this isn’t working out”

his friends (aka art-hoe!renjun and student-athlete!jeno) always rolls their eyes when jaemin rolls up into the lunchroom with his arms wrapped around a new girl’s shoulder

“bet she’s not going to last two weeks”- renjun slapping down a 10$

“knowing him, this isn’t going to last more than a week”- jeno said but still sliding over a 10$ bill

AND SUPRISE it doesn’t

both renjun and jeno don’t approve of his philandering, but they stick w jaemin cause he’s still their best bud cause bros before hoes ya know what i mean?

this is especially true with jeno cause they’ve been bffl since they were like five but that doesn’t mean that jaemin is anything like jeno.

nah man they both are the complete opposite of each other

like jeno is a quiet reserved student-athlete boi but jaemin out here acting like a little thotty

nomin is like a package deal, no one can separate them

here where out little y/n comes in

surprisingly you’re childhood friends w nomin

both u and jeno are neighbors and your families have been friends since before you were even conceived

your moms’ have weekly tea times where they’d gossip about everything and anything while your dads would be watching the weekly soccer/football games drinking a cold one

you and jeno would be playing with some legos or barbies

jeno had a minor (major) barbie obsession which was probably induced by you

don’t tell anyone but jeno still binge-watches barbie movies;;;his favorite really be the princess charm school one

like i said nomin is a package deal so expect jaemin to be taging along to yours and jeno’s weekly playdate

imagine you being the princess while jaemin pretended to be the prince and jeno was the dragon,,,yeah man it was so lit

this isn’t a jeno fic btw keep in mind its still jaemin

all of that stuff before was when the three of you were like kids

once highschool came around all three of you found ur niches: jeno was the student-athlete, jaemin was well that guy that was wanted by all the girls

and you were just a regular mundane student ya know,,,you weren’t extremely talented nor smart you just floated around

u still hung around jeno tho but your friendship was really lowkey

like both of y'all would wait until the other one was completely alone or do some ridiculous actions to deliver the simplest messages

jeno would look both ways before slipping you a note in class that said “can your mom drive me home today?” and you would make sure no one was looking before nodding secretly

or the two of you would hide behind bushes to say that y'all parents wanted to have dinner together tonight

tbh yall could just text each other but where’s the fUN in that?

jaemin, on the other hand, was someone you haven’t a solid conversation with since sophomore year bc of an incident

basically, you had helped one of your friends into a relationship with jaemin that lasted for about two months,,, which was considerably a long time considering that it was jaemin.the two of them were a fat power couple

ur friend, let’s call her ella, was probably one of the more popular girls at school. she was well-known for being the prettiest, kindest girl that everyone LOVES

anyways, things didn’t end so well bc he stood her up at hoco even though he was gonna be crowned homecoming king and her queen.

no one knows why jaemin just ditched but he did.

didn’t stick well with your friend tho cause she stopped talking to you as well not really giving you an explanation

and this led to everyone in your friend group to kinda put all the blame onto you

this is also when jaemin picked up his heartbreaker reputation and began living up to that title

at first ur were hella mad and sad, but you got over it cause being outcasted and kicked out of that friend group led you to befriend the local stoner boi!haechan

honestly, you got over it but after ignoring and avoiding jaemin for a whole year it just stuck.

yall never talked again

here comes SENIOR YEARS BITS

u were so done w school at this point, you had suffered and labored through junior year,,, SAT and ACT were the biggest bitches you ever faced in your lifetime and this is coming from someone who was friends with the resident shithead lee haechan

so it’s lunchtime and you’re listening to haechan’s wild story about some shenanigan that he and his weed dealer/ older college friend mark had gotten up to the past weekend

“so like we were just hitting a blunt this weekend in mark’s car and this cop pulls up next to us.mark rolls down the window and all of the smoke just hits the cops in the face”

“you're a fucking idiot, haechan”

“listen bitch, i’m not done”

“so the cop is doing the regular illegal drugs bullshit and asked mark a question. understand at this point that mark is high as fuck so i kid you not the crackhead says quack. nothing else just quack. honestly, i still don’t know how we got out of that but we did and lee haechan is still in school.”

you want to slap your friend with a big smh at this point

but it so ridiculous and so haechan that you can’t say anything else

and you don’t have too! bc someone taps ur shoulder pulling you out of your convo and boom it’s ella

“hey, y/n” she starts out sweetly and you could feel haechan’s bitch face directed towards the girl, who seemed to just ignore the boy

“what’s up, ella?” you were hella fucking slightly irritated and highkey suspicious bc like this was the first time that she talked to you in like two years

“this out of the blue, but you know how prom is coming up soon? we need extra hands on the planning community,” ella explained with a bright smile “we need another person to work on making the centerpieces for each table, but we only have one person on that”

“okay, so what does this have to do with her?” haechan’s bitchy tone soaked in each word

ella’s smile faltered slightly at his words, but it was so subtle that only people with keen eyes could notice

“i hope that i’m not imposing anything on to you.” ella trying to reassure “but Mr. Moon told me that you still need some community service hours for our graduation requirement so I just assumed that this would be a good opportunity for you.”

oh shit

you completely forgot about that and you still needed like another 10 hours to complete

“ummmm”

“i wouldn’t ask you this but my workload is completely swamped” ella added “it would be a big help if you can help. haechan, you can help too!”

haechan let out a loud gag that seemed to baffle her

“oh hell no, i already got my community service hours done like freshmen year.”

you gave haechan the most incredulous face you could make cause like this druggie who gets high every other week and vapes in the bathroom really finished his community service hours before you????how??

“don’t look at me like that.” haechan kicked you underneath the table “it was before i learned how to roll a blunt”

“drugs aren’t good for you, haechan,” ella chided

haechan made a mocking face,,you know the one he does like that one,,”not all of us can be little miss goodie-two-shoes like you”

oKAy time to do some damage control before your shithead friend gets himself into more shit

“i’ll do it. just text me the details.”

“thank you so much y/n!” ella said before bouncing off

“i hate her” haechan stated

“you hate everyone”

CUE aFTerschool when you follow ella’s text to go to the art building where everyone was gathered

the minute you walked in you realized that you should have just said no and done some other community service activity cause jaemin was present standing in the corner and other people who you once called your close friends that turned out to be fat snakes

now you gotta deal with them again (aww shit here we go again)

ella is motioning you to come into the classroom which you obliged cause you figured that you possibly could survive w ur rbf on as you made your way to the other unoccupied corner

there was some whispering in the background but you ignored it cUASE like hyuk always says: “you just gotta get high and block out all the haters”

well, he was right about the second half, not so much the first.

“alright everyone! thank you so much for volunteering to help set up for our senior prom! we only have about three weeks so we have to get all of the decorations done as soon as possible!” ella said in a chirpy tone

a lot of people looked motived by the girl’s bubby short speech on how everyone needs to put in 100% of their effort. you zoned that out as you caught the sleeping figure at the teacher's desk

“goddamn you mr.moon forcing me to be here” you grumbled in your head almost missing your assigned duty,

“y/n!” your head snapped in the direction that your name was called

you saw ella standing with jaemin and the sirens go off in your head

FUCK THIS

you let out a loud sigh before trotting over to the two

ella gave you a piece of paper that had the centerpieces’ picture on them along with a long list of decorations “all you guys have to do is make about 300. all the directions are on the sheet and the supplies are in the other room. it’s really simple, just have it done by next friday.”

you nearly popped a blood vessel

300 by next friday? today was wednesday so that meant you only had ten days to finish all 300 of them

so you and jaemin are walking to the classroom next door to get the supplies y’all needed,,, in your head, you were just cursing everything in existence for putting you into this position especially mr. moon

“so how did she rope you into this?” you heard jaemin say from beside you as you both carried boxes out to the parking lot.

you two came to the good conclusion to split the load so that he would do half and you would do half

150 it’s not that bad

15 a day

hell yeah

it was so strange and foreign talking to him since it’s been about two whole years.

he had a nice voice tho ngl maybe that’s why he got out of that detention that one time

“she somehow found out that i still needed to complete my community service hours before graduation” you murmured, praying that haechan remembered you telling him to wait for you after school

he probably ditched you to get high or hang out with one girl he liked

all jaemin said was “oh” and the rest of the walk to the school’s parking lot was quiet

the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the knife would break

“hey can i ask you a question?” jaemin asked when the two of you were about to go your separate ways

you could see mark’s old beat-down car meaning that haechan, in fact, did ditch you but had the decency to call up mark to pick you up

“yeah, go ahead”

“how come you still talk to jeno, but not me?”

i shit you not this was the quietest and deepest voice that you ever heard jaemin project

you didn’t know how to reply so you looked down at the large box in your hand, mumbling some incoherent excuse

“can you repeat that?”

“ i said, we don’t really have any other reasons to be friend's unlike me and jeno”

“is that all?” jaemin asked, probably catching onto your bullshit

you were probably delusional but you could’ve sworn you heard some sadness in the tone he used

you nodded quickly trying to get to mark’s car hoping to avoid further conversation

but boy was jaemin stubborn

“that wasn’t a good explanation,y/n! ” jaemin called out after you.

this time he sounded more lighthearted than before

you turn around to face jaemin who had a fatass smile on his face

damn was he good looking smiling like that

“give me a better reason tomorrow or else i’m taking you on a date!” his dazzling smile nearly blinding you as he made his way to his own car

inside your head little y/n is going whattheactualfuck?

“what’s with that shook face?” mark ask as you climbed into the passenger seat

“what the fuck?” you say

“huh?”

you look at mark “what the ACTUAL fuck?”

poor mark is like wtf is wrong with her,,,did haechan get her on some type of crack?

that night while you were making the little centerpieces you were still going over what jaemin said

you looked at the last centerpiece you finish making

was he flirting with me? or was he serious?

he sounded sad when i said that tho?

at the same, this was jaemin, a boy who is well-known for having flings left and right.

he’s probably just flirting

until next day! jaemin pops up next to you as while you get your shit from your locker for your first class

“did you come up with a good explanation yet?

his sudden appearance startled you causing you to subconsciously let out a yelp

“cute” he said, and you forced down the blush that was about to show

“i thought i told you already?” causing jaemin to shake his head like a cute little puppy

“i don’t accept it.i want a better one,” he said sounding like a spoiled toddler

you gave him the “wtf do you mean look” and he was about to reply until you saw haechan walking through the school doors with a pair of sunglasses on which can only mean one thing

that little shit head came to school high again

you pushed passed jaemin and stormed towards haechan pulling him to some vacant hallway to lecture him

leaving jaemin standing there staring at your backs as the two of you left

jaemin’s smile dropping significantly as he nearly glared over at the two of you leaving, specifically at the back of haechan’s head

“dude, why do you look like you’re going to murder someone?” jeno asked as jaemin sat next to him at their lab station

you weren’t in this chemistry class but haechan was,,,and it was his naptime

“how is y/n friends with him?” jaemin stared directly at a sleeping haechan

jeno follows his line of sight, letting out a sigh once he notices it was haehcan

“she never really told me, but i assume it was because she stopped being friends with ella and that group” jeno said honestly. he raised an eyebrow in question at his bffl “why do you need to know”

jaemin didn’t answer him, continuing to glaring at the sleeping male

jeno rolled his eyes at his friend's antics

but in a serious tone, he warns to his friend, “don’t pull your games with y/n.”

except jaemin’s head wasn’t registering this warning,,he was solely focused on how lee fucking haechan the biggest stoner of NCT High managed to take a girl’s attention from him, na jaemin....it was simply ridiculous

maybe he really was an attention seeker bc he made a beeline for your table during lunch instead of his regular one once he saw just how loud you were laughing at haechan’s joke

“what’s so funny?” jaemin asked sliding into the seat next to you

now both of you and our boy hyuk is like wtf

immediately you’re on defense, “what are you doing here?”

“you never gave me a good explanation!” jaemin pouted, giving you fat puppy eyes

those aLMost worked

“uhhhhhh” you try to find a good excuse but jaemin quickly cuts you off

“it’s okay if you don’t have a good explanation,” jaemin reaches over and steals a fry from haechan’s tray eliciting a hissing sound from the boy “you just have to go on a date with me”

then he winks

and he's gone

“what in the holy fuck just happened?”

the amount of time that y/n has said wtf is unbelievable

haechan’s sunglasses slip down the bridge of nose and you could see his red eyes giving you a look of disappointment, “and you say i have issues”

“stfu before i slit your throat”

the rest of the day wasn’t any easier on you tbh. you learned that jaemin was really really stubborn and very very clingy

the boy deadass scanned the whole hallway to find your face so he could tag along with you to your next class even though you could have sworn that his class was one the other side of the school

he kept on bombarding you with questions on what you wanted to get after school and if you like roller skating

by some means, you were able to hide in the library for the rest of the study hall period which meant that you could probably avoid jaemin until school ended

you spotted a familiar boy huddled in the corner reading a book that made you squint your eyes.

marching over to jeno, your eyes just say “explain”

jeno looked at you with like those wide eyes he does when he’s shookth bc the two of you never interacting in school so puBlicly

“what the hell is na jaemin trying to pull?” you whispered-yelled plopping down in the wooden seat next to the athlete

jeno is all like????wydm

and you explain your whole situation to him and he just lets out the biggest sigh

“he doesn’t like being left on read”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, that’s what you basically did to him sophomore year. he was kinda depresso about how you just stopped talking to him out of nowhere. by the way, why did you do that?”

tbh you really didn’t know at first you were mad at him

was it bc his actions caused all your friends to blame you for his inability to commit to a relationship,,, but it’s been two years since that incident

you got over it, so why were you still avoiding jaemin?

“i dunno after him and ella broke up, i didn’t have a reason to talk to him.”

jeno looked at you like “really? is that your answer?”

“think about that question again because i’m sure that that's, not the whole answer.”

now you’re more confused but also very mad about how both of them weren’t accepting your reason as valid!

so as you were furiously making the stupid centerpieces that ella forced you into volunteering to do

angry y/n really got through a solid 50 of them

you pondered on jeno’s words and you thought back to sophomore year

you remembered still joking around lightheartedly w jaemin until he started dating ella

he actually spent a lot of time and effort even ditching jeno sometimes for her which was okay cause jeno would chill w renjun or even you (mostly bc he could watch barbie movies w no shame)

everything was alright until homecoming came around and jaemin flaked on ella leading them to breakup the next day

and ella to stop talking to you which made everyone mad you or think that you were the one that caused the breakup

WHICH YOU DIDN”T

you were the one that hooked the two of them up too! so it was really unfair!

it's like 2 am and you don’t know what came over to text jeno but you did

y/n: why didn’t jaemin go to hoco sophomore year?

you felt instant regret after sending that text bc like it probably made it seem like you were interested in jaemin,,,, which you were totally not!

seconds later jeno slaps you with the ”ask him yourself”

fattest facepalm

so that’s how you spent the entire night finishing all of your centerpieces that you were assigned to make cuz of your frustration

wow we love a productive y/n

alrighty this is where shit goes down

now that you were done with all of your centerpieces you took them to the art room the next day before school where ella was there doing her stoof

she looked up with a giant smile when you came in with a giant box

“you finished all of it?”

“nah just 150. jaemins finishing the other half” you set the box down

“oh okie,” ella nodded returning to whatever she was doing beforehand

since it was just the two of you in the classroom and you’ve been dying to know the answer since sophomore year

so fuck it

“hey ella, can i ask you a question?”

the said girl looked up with that same friendly smile that she gave everyone “of course!”

“why didn’t jaemin show up to hoco sophomore year?” you blurted out

in an instant, ella’s smile dropped and there was a sudden cold look in her eyes

“you already know the answer to that, y/n, you don’t need me to answer you. now if you excuse me, i have things i have to do” ella said in a very unlike-ella-way

her answer made you even more confused than ever bc how were you supposed to know the answer to THAT

confused!y/n is even more confused

however, all your questions were about to be answered, not really tho

you’re on your way to the third period with the same burning question in your head: why the hell did jaemin not show up to sophomore year hoco??? someone help?

tbh you didn’t even notice someone yanking you into the janitor’s closet until you were surrounded in darkness and someone's hands were clasp over your mouth

“it’s me, jaemin” his soft whisper sent tings down your spine

he let go of your mouth to switch on the light

“are you fucking insane?”

“yes, but it’s only cause i’m madly in love with you”

you rolled your eyes “cut the bullshit, jaemin, what do you want?”

“our date. you never gave me a solid explanation, so i want a date”

you were about to reject him but then an idea formed in your head

“fine”

and with that one-word jaemin’s eyes glowed 10x brighter with his smile almost blinding you

cheesy i know.

“let’s go now!”

the boy was really about to skip class just to go on this stupid date w you��

is he that bored? did he really run out of girls to date?

but then again you really don’t want to go to math bc you’re pretty sure there's a test today that you haven’t studied for yet

so that’s how you found yourself with jaemin at the local ice cream parlor

jaemin INSISTED that y'all share a sundae, which he also fought you to pay for

there a silence that falls upon you for a little bit

jaemin breaks it though like he breaks heart (okay minnie that’s kinda mean)

“ella told me that you finished your half of the centerpieces in two days. that’s pretty impressive,” he comments

you nodded staring at the ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup

“to be honest, i haven’t gotten much done yet,” he admitted, continuing to ramble on “it’ll get done. i might even pay renjun to do it, but i’m pretty sure he’s too preoccupied with this girl that he’s been pining over for a while”

“speaking of which, are you seeing anyone right now?” jaemin asks out of nowhere.

“lol i could be doing other things with my time.”

jaemin observes your face closely taking in the faint blush on your cheeks from his direct gaze, “so what about that haechan dude?”

“what about him?”

“are the two of you a thing?”

you nearly gagged

“there no way in hell i’d ever get with haechan. besides, he’s having some of his own girl problems right now. he was being a little bitch about it too”

“good” jaemin says really contently.

“why didn’t you go to hoco sophomore year?” you finally asked

taken back slightly, jaemin softly smiles down at the half-eaten sundae

instead of answering you, he asked another question “why did you stop talking to me?”

you gulp, but eventually, you had to tell him the truth even though it was kinda dumb and immature

“because ella was mad at me after the two of you broke up.”

he shifted his gaze up to your own eyes

“do you know why she was mad at you?”

you shook your head

jaemin smiled again

this time it kinda looked sad :(

“because she knew that i was in love with you”

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okkkk so how do you think this particular situation would go down, I desperately need to know bc your portrayal of tomura and your writing is just 😍but anywaYS what do you think would happen if someone from the league or Tomura himself killed the reader’s very close friend either on accident or as collateral damage of a big fight between the league and someone else?? And he has no clue who the person was & he didn’t care til y/n comes up to him completely destroyed like ‘did you kill them?’

eeeeeeeee.

in short, likely not too well.

warnings: angst, death, mentions of blood and gore

You are clutching at your phone when you hear the hideout’s front door open and creak closed.

It’s dark in your room and the only light is the electronic gleam of your cellphone. You can hear them all laughing, talking, dispersing, and no doubt giving themselves a pat on the back for another job well done. Fucking havoc and ruin managed, time to turn in.

Tomura is usually the first to drift up the stairs and you can hear his footfalls, pacing heavily along the creaking wood. He pauses in front of your door, but someone calls to him before he can enter and he steps away, his footsteps fading into nothingness.

Good, you think, finally lowering your phone. You’re not ready to see him, you’re not ready to talk about this. No, talking about it would make it feel real, and making it real is going to be a problem.

Yes, you know that Tomura is a villain, fuck, a killer. You’re not stupid. You realize that none of this lines up with anything normal, anything safe, or anything right. But, the call you received a few hours earlier had shocked you.

It had been months, hell, years since you’d heard from her, or her mother.

Her mother’s voice was faint, broken and distant. She said she didn’t know who else to call. She knew you worked in the area, that you had...connections. She just wanted to know where her daughter was, where your friend was. Apparently, her last known whereabouts were around the Tokyo area, close to the UA campus, too close to where the last strike that Tomura had ordered had taken place.

Nothing was confirmed.

There wasn’t enough of the bodies left to do that. Most were identified by shattered bone remnants, teeth fragments, or bits of scraped up mitochondrial DNA. Some were charred, others beaten, and the last bunch were sliced into ribbons, marred with either deep cuts, or shallow, well placed nicks, designed to do the most damage, to cause the most blood loss.

Nevertheless, it was the last place she had been seen and it’s the last major skirmish the League had participated in. There was no coincidence, no misunderstanding, no room for doubt. Your friend, one whom you’d known since childhood, was most likely dead.

She had either been decayed, burnt, or mutilated. Either way, dead is dead and you can’t bear look at any of them, as they laugh and joke down below. You also can’t fathom how stupid you’d been, how naive. And you certainly don’t want to see him.

You should leave. He’d likely let you. Make up some excuse and go far, far away, to wallow in your guilt and your uncomfortable denial.

You hear his footsteps again and your head snaps up, your eyes bright with unshed tears. He pads past your room and you hear him open his own door. The others will likely be downstairs for hours, but you can slip out now, disappear before he even realizes that you’re gone. You stand and as you tug out your duffle another thought slips into your mind: Or, you can confront him. See if he denies it, see if he remembers seeing her, if he admits to killing her, if he fucking shows you any shred remorse. She was your friend and he likes to say that he cares for you. Let’s see if that’s true. Put it to the test, once and for all. Then, then you can leave, you bargain.

Shoving the empty duffle bag onto your bed, you stalk out the your door before you can blink, feet whisking you to his familiar doorway, your fingers shaking as you twist the knob and yank, flooding his dim room with the weak light of the hall.

He’s sitting on his bed, and his lean, bare, back is facing you, his dark shirt hanging on his forearms, half tugged off. He turns at the groan of his hinges and he blinks up at you, his eyes wide, red irises gleaming.

“Figured you were asleep,” he remarks as you close the door, leaning heavily against the wood, steadying your breaths. He peers over you, his eyes softening as they linger on your face, and he flings his shirt away, discarding the dark fabric onto the ill kept floor. Once he processes your stony expression he pauses, his head lowering, a frown creeping over his lips. “What?”

You let his question hang and take one more gulp of air, wincing your eyes closed, and steeling yourself for the horrors that are about to wash over you. Ready or not, you’re going to ask.

“That mission that you did, the one by UA, how many people...I mean...w-was it it in a populated area?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to take place on a back street. The heroes shifted us onto the main road. Why are you asking this? I thought you didn’t want to know about--”

“So there were civilians involved? Everyday people? Normal people, going about their day? There were...they...” you can’t spit out your real question and you clench your fingers into your palms, indenting tiny crescents into your skin.

“Yes. Civilians were there. Like I said, the heroes forced us into the open, we had to clear a pathway out. Again, why are you asking about this?”

A dark silence greets his query and that haze of tears is misting over your eyes again. Tomura, noticing your distress, stands and steps toward you, his fingers already reaching for you. Once those digits trace along your skin you bristle, jumping away and thudding clumsily into his side table, nearly toppling the surface and hissing in pain at the sharp sting. Your eyes lift to Tomura’s and he’s staring down at your half sprawled figure, utterly perplexed.

“What the fuck? What’s wrong?” his voice is low, holding that familiar rasp, but there’s an edge of annoyance lingering there, too.

“What’s wrong?” you spit, righting yourself and rubbing your throbbing hipbone. “What’s wrong? Oh...oh nothing. Just the fact that someone I know...fuck...knew...goddamn it...I knew her Tomura. She was my friend and now she’s...well they don’t know what the fuck she is. There’s not enough of her left. They’re having to identify with her DNA. There’s not even anything to bury. They’ll have to put an empty coffin into the ground. Her mother will...

The last place she was seen was right outside that street. She was buying a...fuck, I don’t even know...but she was living her life and then someone...no...not someone...you, you took it from her. How...how...” your voice breaks and you crumple to the dusty floor, burying your face in your hands, your tears falling wet and hot as they drip through the cracks in your fingers.

Tomura is stock still above you, unsure and completely wrong footed. He doesn’t shift toward you though, no he remains and he watches, his fingers itching, palms tingling to reach for you.

He doesn’t like this, no, he doesn’t like this one fucking bit. But what can he do? What did you think? Things happen. He didn’t know. He didn’t fucking know. He wants to tell you that, but it doesn’t undo the hurt, it doesn’t rewind the death. It’s too late. All he can do now is watch as a deep welling of self loathing passes over his mind, trickling up his spine and making every hair stand on edge. The true horror of the situation hits him like a freight train and he gulps heavily, trying to maintain his own composure. He’s going to lose you, you’re going to leave. He’s going to...you...you won’t...you’ll go. He’ll be alone...

After a few minutes, you steady yourself again, angrily brushing tears from your lashes, rubbing at your face until it stings from the friction. Your eyes flick up to Tomura, but he’s still rooted to the same spot, his eyes burning as he watches you. You fall onto your bottom, your legs splaying under you, fingers snatching at the edge of your shirt, balling and rolling the fabric, anxious and agitated. You start to shake, but you finally manage to press on, voice soft and whisper thin.

“I know you didn’t know...I didn’t even know she was still in Japan. I haven’t seen her in years. Her m-mother...her mother called me. I didn’t even realize until a few hours ago...I don’t know why I didn’t think...I know what you do. I know that there are always casualties in...whatever the fuck this is. War? Terrorist attacks? But fuck, Tomura, this isn’t changing anything. It’s just hurting the little people. The insignificant players. The ones who are trying to go about their day to day--”

“They don’t get a fucking pass just because they’re normal people, (Y/N),” Tomura growls, his tone taking on a ragged bite. “They live in this society, they prop up and support the systems. They wallow in their apathy and laziness, always thinking that the heroes will clean it up, the heroes will take care of it. Everything has a cost.

What do you think we’re doing? What do you think you’ve been helping us with? Do you understand now? Do you see? Society can’t change unless it’s uprooted and destroyed. That’s not a blood less task. Yeah, I might have killed her. Dabi might have killed her. Or Toga, or Twice, or Compress, or Spinner, or a fucking mix of all six of us might have killed her.

I don’t have time to hold up a picture of your loved ones before I engage in a fight. If...if you can’t...fuck. What do you want me to say (Y/N)? I can’t bring her back. Saying sorry does nothing and I’m not going to insult you with halfhearted apologies. I’m fucking not. So, if that’s what you’re wanting to hear--”

“I don’t know what I wanted. I don’t know what I expected,” you mumble, but Tomura stops his preamble at the sound of your voice, listening, waiting, knowing you’re about to wash your hands of the whole thing.

Wash your hands of him.

Even if you leave, he won’t kill you. He can’t. You mean too much to him. Fuck, he thinks he loves you. He’s never said it, but he should have. Fuck, fuck. He should have said so many things, told you what you mean to him, given you more, listened more, held you more, but there’s no time now and anything he tells you to fill that gap will just sound hollow.

You lift yourself to your feet, legs unsteady and wobbling, propping your hand against the wall. “I’m going back to my room,” you tell him, slipping past his tense form and letting yourself back into the hall, your feet heavy and head lowered.

You should pack, you think as you kick off your shoes and strip down to your underwear, sliding onto your cool sheets. You should be tossing everything you can into that duffle and disappearing into the night. But all you can seem to do is curl up on your bed, wrapping your cold arms around yourself, and sobbing out the last of your frustrations and hurts.

It’s late when your door opens and you don’t turn to look at him, you can’t. Still, you let him slip beside you, his warmth soothing some of the lingering tremors that are dancing along your spine, making you quake. He clings to you, pressing soft kisses against your neck, telling you that he’s glad you’re still here. He’s circumspect and quiet, but he won’t let you go, moving each time you do, keeping you tucked against him, his strong arms caging you close.

Hours pass, and the only noise in the dark room is your shared exhales and distant heartbeats. Finally, as the sun slips over your shaded window, you lace your arms with his, silently accepting his unspoken regret and sorrow. He turns you to him and tilts your face up, lifting you and dropping gentle caresses on your lips.

He won’t change, you know that. It doesn’t undo the hurt. It doesn’t make him less of a murderer. But you can’t go. You can’t leave him. He...he means too much to you. You’re in this now, body and soul, and come hell, come death, come absolute destruction, you’ll stick by him.

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#asks #answered asks #pal muses #on death and sadness #tomura shigaraki #shigraki tomura #tenko shimura #shimura tenko #i am sobbing now #Drabble

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minijenn · 4 years

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Bc I’m thriving off this cute as fuck Destiny Trio reunion, seriously these three adorable dorks are gonna be the death of me. Might as well enjoy all the cute shit I can write between them like this while I can bc soon enough it’ll just be all angst all the time. But for now, enjoy Kairi being Embarrassed, Riku being Flirty, and Sora being an Idiot:

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“So just to be clear,” Goofy piped up as the trio began to make their way toward the tower. “The plan for now is to still keep everything under wraps, right?”

“Mm… I guess…” Donald wavered, still clearly against the idea. “For now.”

“For as long as we need to,” Sora corrected, pausing just shy of opening the tower’s doors as he hardened that resolve. “We’ve got this whole thing under control. Nobody else needs to be dragged into it,” he shook his head as he started pushing the doors open. “Not Master Yen Sid, not the king, and especially not-”

Riku and Kairi, who just so happened to be the first sight the trio was greeted with as soon as the tower doors were fully open. Sora froze the moment he saw both of them, his jaw dropped in shock as panic rushed through him first when excitement should have been instead upon seeing his two closest friends in person again after all this time. The pair stood at the far end of the tower’s base room, with Axel casually leaning against the nearby as he let them catch up with each other in a cordial conversation. Though that conversation was quick to fall away as they both glanced over at the door to see who had just arrived.

“Sora!” Kairi gasped with a bright, delighted smile, not hesitating to rush over to greet him with a hug. Riku was right behind her, albeit at a much more casual pace as he offered Sora a similarly warm grin that he wasn’t quite able to return amidst his still quite palpable surprise.

“Well, I can’t say I was expecting you three to show up,” Riku said, startling Sora as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder with a small chuckle. “But it’s a pleasant surprise. It’s good to see you in the flesh instead of over the phone for a change, Sora.”

For what felt like far too long, Sora said nothing in response to either of their fond greetings, instead standing stiff between them as he desperately tried to think of how to react, much less what to say. Briefly, a familiar, awful fear filled his mind, one that was only quelled as he stole a glance down at his hands to see that not a single speck of darkness was visible on them. The glamour spell was still working exactly as intended, and as far as he could tell, neither Riku nor Kairi seemed to suspect a thing. Which meant that all he had to do was keep it that way, a task that would be easier said than done.

“Uh, i-it’s good to see you guys too!” Sora exclaimed, putting on a rather forced smile as he suddenly pulled both Riku and Kairi into a sudden shared hug. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen either of you!”

“Um, no it hasn’t?” Kairi’s smile turned to slight confusion at this. Confusion that only grew upon meeting the alarmed look Sora sent her way, almost as if he intended on giving her an unspoken reminder of her promise to keep Riku out of the loop when it came to certain events he still wasn’t quite ready to let him know about yet.

“Weren’t you just in Radiant Garden with Kairi not that long ago?” Riku asked him nonetheless.

“W-what?! H-how did you-” Sora stopped short, immediately calming down as he recalled the brief phone conversation that had happened during his stint in Radiant Garden. Which, as far as he knew, had divulged just about the only knowledge Riku had of his recent time there, which by all accounts, was not much at all. “Oh, right! Uh, y-yeah, we were there just to look for a Key, a-and definitely not anything else!”

Donald and Goofy exchanged something of a diffident glance as they stood by to watch this rather awkward display, both of them mutually fearing the same thing. That despite his best efforts to maintain his plentiful well-kept secrets, Sora would ultimately be the one to accidentally reveal them completely on his own merit.

Yet fortunately, neither Riku or Kairi seemed to take his obvious apprehension as seriously as they could have. “You know, Sora, it’s ok to admit that you were only there to visit Kairi,” Riku teased with a bit of a wry smirk.

“R-Riku!” Sora and Kairi both exclaimed, mutually flustered.

“Yeah, actually, I can confirm that,” Axel grinned as he finally joined in on the conversation. “Not a whole lot of Key-hunting was happening while those two were together; now, hand-holding on the other hand, I saw a bunch of that.”

“Whoa, hold on, we did not hold hands,” Kairi quickly protested. Sora likely would have done the same, if not for the rather thankful smile he offered Axel for not revealing the true reason behind his stay in Radiant Garden.

“Are you sure?” Axel raised a playful eyebrow. “Cause I--oh wait, that’s right! It wasn’t hand holding, it was cuddling up all nice and cozy together in the same bed for a couple of nights.”

By now, Kairi was completely mortified, her face bright red as she sent him a withering glare while Sora glanced away, clearing his throat out of obvious embarrassment. Even so, Riku couldn’t help but laugh as he looked between the two, his knowing smirk widened a bit at this news. “Oh really?” he asked, an air of good-natured teasing in his tone as he placed his hands on his hips. “Why wasn’t I invited?”

While Donald, Goofy, and Axel all erupted into a round of heavy laughter at this, Kairi stifled a loud, flustered groan as she covered her face with both hands. “C-can we talk about something else? Please?” Sora let out an exasperated huff as he wondered which was really worse: Riku finding out about what was happening to his heart, or finding out about this.

#jen writes #keys to the kingdom #kingdom hearts #honestly im powering through my notes with this chapter #its bc i thrive on character interactions and that's what a lot of this is #bless #keys preview

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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Habits | Momo

Warnings: some curse words

Genre: angst, fluff

Wordcount: 3,233

Request: the reader’s done with momo cheating her boyfriend with her just bc he’s a cheater too, when the reader is clearly in love with her. The reader stops the “relationship” and momo realizes who was there when she needed a shoulder to cry on

Momo: What are you doing tonight?

Annoyed you threw your phone on your bed, not being in the mood to answer Momo’s text. You knew exactly why she was texting you. You had gone through this process countless times before. Momo’s boyfriend cheated on her, she was heartbroken, reached out to you so you could pick up the pieces and when you were just finished with building her up again, she would go back to her boyfriend who swore that it would be different this time.

You wanted to be mad at Momo for crawling back to this sleazebag again and again after he had cheated on her countless times, thinking that he would love her eventually. But how could you be? Were you that different from her? You were pretty sure that Momo knew that you were in love with her. Nevertheless, she used you over and over again and you let her. So maybe the two of you were more similar than you wanted to admit.

But not this time. You had to break this vicious cycle. Reaching out to your phone, you held the power button until it turned off.

“I deserve better.”

You mumbled to yourself before devoting yourself to your work again.

After checking off all your daily obligations, you were looking forward to spending a relaxing night at home. You had just bought fresh ingredients, deciding that you should not only stop poisoning yourself with Momo’s antics, but also with stuffing your body with microwave dishes.

This was a new start.

You were just jamming to your favorite song while cooking your dinner when you heard your doorbell ring. Confused about who could disturb you at this hour, you made your way to the door. But as soon as you opened it, regret washed over you. Of course it was her. In your euphoria over your clean cut, you had totally forgotten the cause for all of this. Momo.

“Hey.”

She said sheepishly, looking at you with her head turned to the floor. When you didn’t say anything, she started shifting from one leg to the other.

“You haven’t answered my text.”

Momo stated, although it was clear that it was more a hidden question, asking for the reason for your changed behavior. But you didn’t owe her anything.

“I know.”

You answered coldly and Momo looked at you with hurt in her eyes, clearly not expecting you to admit that you had been ignoring her. Your heart began to get heavy and you started cursing yourself. How could she still have such an affect on you after everything she did? Why was it still enough for her to give you puppy dog eyes and you could feel your heartrate pick up?

And she could feel your inner conflict. With one of her smirks she took one step forward, starting to fidget with your shirt.

“Is there a way for me to make it up?”

She said in a low voice and you could feel the frustration piling up inside of you again. Annoyed you huffed, storming inside your apartment, leaving a dumbfounded Momo behind that followed you in confusion.

Needing a distraction, you started working in the kitchen again and Momo sat wordlessly behind you on the counter for a while. When you chose to continue ignoring her, she decided to break the silence.

“Are you mad at me?”

She asked silently and you rolled your eyes.

“No why should I be mad at you?”

You spat out and Momo flinched at the harsh tone of your voice.

It was silent for a while, but then you could suddenly feel Momo’s hands on your hips and her hot breath on your neck, making shivers run down your spine.

“Can you please talk to me?”

She asked and you could hear the pleading in her voice.

“Oh cut the crap Momo. Talk? Since when do you want to talk? Don’t you mean: can you please have sex with me, so I feel better about my boyfriend cheating on me, but please don’t get attached, because in the morning I will be gone?”

Momo was completely taken aback by your outburst, but you didn’t care. You shoved her hands off your hips and stormed to your bedroom, loudly slamming the door. Your chest was heaving in anger and you sat on your bed, burying your face in your hands to calm down.

You could see a movement in the corner of your eye and when you looked up, you could see the door to your bedroom opening in slow motion. Hesitantly Momo appeared in the doorframe and you sighted in frustration. She entered the room, not knowing what to do with herself now, awkwardly standing in front of you while hugging herself.

“I’m serious Momo. Whatever this is between us, it’s over.”

You said, the anger in your voice now replaced with exhaustion.

“W-what? Why?”

Momo stuttered, panic reflecting in her face.

“You know why, Momo. You know that you have always meant more to me than I ever did to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have chosen your boyfriend over me every time.”

You tried to hide your face, so Momo couldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes.

She tried to take a step closer to you, but you lifted your hand.

“Please, Momo. Just go.”

Your desperation was evident in your voice and you could see Momo’s inner conflict. She was debating whether she should fulfill your wish and leave or if she should stay.

And you couldn’t tell what you wanted her to do. A part of yourself was still hoping that she would choose you for once. But that hope was crushed when you heard the door of your bedroom closing. When you looked up, the room was empty, and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. A loud sob left your throat at the realization that you hadn’t been enough for Momo another time. No matter how much you loved her, she would always leave in the end.

While her mind was racing, Momo rushed out of your apartment, leaving her standing in front of your building, not knowing where she should go. She hadn’t expected that you would kick her out of your apartment, but even less she had expected it to hurt so much. Momo couldn’t explain why tears were suddenly gathering in her eyes, threatening to stream down her cheeks any second now.

Why had she been coming back to you all this time?

You were right. The first time, she had slept with you, you had been a way to get back at her boyfriend. She wanted him to taste his own medicine. Of course, they weren’t really together anymore, so technically she had never been cheating, but nevertheless, Momo knew that she shouldn’t have slept with you if the relationship with her boyfriend had been real.

But over time things changed.

After she had found out that her boyfriend had cheated on her another time, she stopped craving revenge, and started craving your comfort instead. She didn’t come for the sex anymore, but for you. You were everything that she had wanted. You listened to her and you knew exactly what you had to say to make her feel better. And you lifted her up despite knowing that she would run back to her boyfriend again.

You were selfless opposing to her. Of course, she knew that you were in love with her. No one could make a person feel so wanted without having deeper feelings for them. Momo never had the intention to hurt you. But she wasn’t selfless enough to let you go. Knowing that she had a shoulder to cry on no matter what, was too seducing to not use it.

Old habits are hard to let go though. She didn’t even love her boyfriend anymore. She had probably never even loved him in the first place. Of course, there was a time when they were on cloud nine together. But those times always end eventually, and all there was left was a dysfunctional relationship with no chance of survival. But it was familiar. Breaking up with him would have meant a new start for her. A start connected with challenges and a lot of figuring out and she didn’t want that.

But was it worth losing you for?

Was it worth losing the habits that she had build with you? Her boyfriend had the habit of letting her down, while you had the habit of building her up. How could she have been so blind?

It had to be true. You only knew what you had when you lost it.

Momo wanted to run back to your apartment. She wanted to take your face into her hands and yell at you that you were wrong. You have meant the same to her like she did to you for a long time now, although she wasn’t able to prove it with actions. She had been a coward and selfish.

But not this time. This time she wouldn’t act only on her own interests. That’s why she didn’t run back to you immediately. There were things that she had to settle first that would prove that she was trying to be a better person now. A person that was worthy of you. So Momo got into her car, driving off to her first stop with determination. Her boyfriend.

You hadn’t seen Momo in a week now and although you wanted her out of your life, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. But you were relieved as well. Although Momo and you were never dating, you behaved like you were in a relationship. You didn’t see other people beside her, but those times were over. Finally, you had a chance of meeting someone that could give you the love that you needed.

You suddenly realized that there were other gorgeous people beside Momo. You had been visiting the same coffee shop every morning now for over a year, but you had actually never noticed the cute barista behind the counter that flirted with you. With a bright smile she gave you your coffee and you were about to start chatting with her when her smile suddenly died down and you could feel an arm around your waist.

“Morning.”

When you turned your head, Momo was standing next to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek before glaring at the barista. In complete shock, you only stared at Momo at first, before throwing an apologetic look at the barista and grabbing Momo’s hand harshly to pull her out of the shop.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You yelled and it felt like fire was spitting out your eyes because you were so angry.

Ashamed Momo looked at the floor, mouth opening and closing while being at a loss for words, so you decided to take the word again.

“What about ‘it’s over’ don’t you understand? And even if I still were your fuckbuddy, since when am I not allowed to see other people?”

The words were just falling out your mouth now, fueled by all the frustration that you had bottled up.

“Stop.”

Momo breathed, but your anger blinded you.

“You’re allowed to see your boyfriend, but I have to be faithful? Do you even see how selfish that is?”

Your words only died down when you could suddenly hear a sob escaping Momo’s mouth.

When you really looked at her for the first time today, you could see that her eyes were puffy. Although her hair fell into her face, because her head was hanging low, you could see tears staining her cheeks. You were at a loss for words. Although you meant the words you had said, you didn’t want to hurt Momo. Because after all, hurting Momo hurt you in the end as well.

You lifted your hand, brushing Momo’s hair behind her ear, making her look at you.

“I’m sorry.”

She said barely above a whisper as if she was too weak to talk with you in a firm voice.

You could see the sincerity in her eyes, pulling at your arms instinctively. You laid your hand on the back of her head, softly pulling it against your chest. Her hands instantly found their way around your body, grasping the back of your shirt in desperation. Trying to calm her down you soothingly ran your hand on her back in circles while kissing the side of her head.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

Momo abruptly pulled back when she heard your words.

“No! Don’t apologize.”

She exclaimed quickly and you were about to talk back, but she took the word first.

“You have every right to snap at me. You were right that I knew that you had feelings for me. And it was wrong to use you like that. But you were wrong about one thing, Y/N. I love you. I have for a while now.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at Momo’s words and it felt like your heart stopped beating.

“I know it didn’t seem that way, because of my actions. But I was just selfish. I didn’t want to break up because I was so used to that relationship. I didn’t want to give up on my habits. But those times are over. I broke up with my boyfriend and I want to change my actions. I only want to be selfish once more by trying to win you back. But then I want to be the partner you deserve.”

You couldn’t believe the words you had just been hearing. You had wanted to end this chapter. You were ready for a new start, but now after all this time Momo finally wanted you. Old habits can only be overcome by going cold turkey on them. If you gave Momo the chance to win you back, you knew that you would fall back into them.

“Momo, I-I...”

You didn’t know what to say. She had never given you a reason to trust her. Could you risk going back to your toxic relationship again?

“Don’t say anything now, Y/N. It’s fine. I know that I have a lot of making up to do. I have never given you a reason to trust me, but this time I will let my actions speak for me. I will wait for your answer as long as I have to and if you want me to stop trying, just say so and I will leave you alone.”

With that Momo gave you a last smile before turning around and leaving.

You stood there like you were glued to the spot. You were only snapped out of your trance when another person ran into you and a decision slowly was forming in your head. You would give Momo a chance to prove it, but from a distance. You wouldn’t let her in again, giving her the possibility to mess with your heart. This was a decision you needed to make with your head.

The following weeks Momo stuck to her words. She really let her actions speak louder than her words. Every morning she sent you a text, wishing you a great day and every night, she sent you a text goodnight. Twice a week, flowers were brought to your apartment and sometimes she waited at your coffee shop with your coffee order and a wide grin, before leaving wordlessly, giving you the space that you had wanted.

You actually even started talking again. For the first time, Momo was interested in how you were doing. You texted each other about the important things happening in your life and Momo tried her best to support you when you were stressed about something.

Everything was like how you were imagining it when Momo still had played her games with you. So there was just one more test that you had for Momo.

Momo’s phone rang indicating that she had received a text, making her skip happily to her phone, pretty sure that it was a text from you.

Y/N: I want you to stop trying.

The text stated simply and Momo’s heart sank, immediately knowing what it was referring to.

She didn’t expect you to ask her to stop fighting for you. Everything was going great and she actually had the feeling that you started bonding. So where was this coming from?

With teary eyes, she grabbed her phone, pulling up your contact, before suddenly remembering what she had promised you. She had told you that she would leave you alone if you asked her to. Momo let her finger hover over your name, torn about what to do. She wanted to stop being selfish. But was it worth it, if the price would be to leave you?

The voice in the back of her head told her that she deserved it. Who had she tried to fool? She would have never been worthy of you. Angrily she threw her phone next to her, burying her head into her pillow to silence the sobs. For the first time in a while, you weren’t the last and first person she talked to during the day.

She woke up the next morning because someone knocked on her door. Groggily she lifted her head, immediately wincing in pain because her head was pounding from all the crying. She was about to drown in self-pity again, when the knocking appeared a second time and she huffed in annoyance, dragging herself out of her bed.

When she opened the door, she suddenly stood face to face with you. She gasped in surprise but was immediately tackled into a hug by you. Confused she laid her hands on your back, but she didn’t know what this meant.

“Thank you.”

You mumbled into her neck and Momo pressed you back, not understanding what was going on.

“What?”

She asked in confusion while a bright smile was beaming in your face.

“Thank you for letting me go and letting me decide on my own if I want to come back.”

Momo stared at you, needing a while to process your words.

“Does this mean you are coming back to me?”

She asked in disbelief and you nodded your head with a smile. She had passed the test.

With a shaky sight she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling your body against hers.

Finally, she could hold you with her whole heart and stop running. Finally, she could be only yours. Although she could have stood there with your body in her arms for eternity, she slowly detached her body from yours, looking into your eyes.

“Do you allow me to be your girlfriend?”

Momo asked nervously, not knowing whether you wanted to take it slow instead.

“Only if I can call you mine as well.”

You grinned at her and Momo mirrored your expression.

Hesitantly she rested her hand on your cheek, pulling you closer, when you didn’t flinch. Slowly you closed the distance and Momo closed her eyes when she could feel your soft lips on hers. Although she had kissed you a thousand times before, this time felt different. She could feel warmth spreading inside her body and her heartrate picking up. If she had only a minute left to live, she wanted it to spend it with your lips on hers, moving in perfect synch.

This was definitely a habit she could get used to.

#twice scenario #twice #momo #momo scenario #girl group scenario #girl group #kpop scenario #kpop

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ravensroundofrobins · 5 years

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Since most of y'all Don't seem to Know her.... Let’s DO THIS BRIEF HISTORY OF ROBIN!STEPH BUCKLE TF UP BITCHES

(Note: For the most part, Steph’s time as Robin is included in the War Games TPB, especially because it serves as a catalyst for said event. Highly recommended the read, but mind, like, everything about it) ((also also tumblr only allows 10 pics, so I'm cherry picking my fav panels/most important ones. + offering a bit of meta. take this with a grain of salt and Please read War Games and draw your own conclusions blah blah))

So to start with, a little Context to Steph’s Start as Robin:

Tim’s dad found out about his Robining & made him hang up the cape+mask. As any Concerned and Reasonable parent would. Steph is still operating as Spoiler at the time, despite many attempts by many members of the batfam (but especially Batman) to dissuade her from crime-fighting.

Due to a gross misunderstanding (as these things tend go in comics *sigh*) Steph, who is dating Tim at the time, sees a girl who was interested in him make a move & thinks that Tim is cheating on her. She channels this grief/mourning/anger into making her own homemade Robin costume and convinces Batman to take her under his wing (he sets the conditions that she must follow every order, with a ‘one strike, you’re out’ kind of policy). She undergoes an unspecified training period to get in Proper Shape For Crime Fighting and Batman starts taking her on various patrols and investigations.

During this time, she also teams up with Batgirl (Cassandra Cain) on more than one occasion (one of my fav panels below, just bc its so stylized lmao. its Cute)

During this time, in true Robin Tradition, Steph builds up quite the rapport with Batman, providing a lighter/comedic side and being a general breath of fresh air and foil to the Dark Knight. (just LOOK at this banter & Bargaining for the batmobile!!! a TRUE ROBIN)

There’s a couple cases that I won't get too far into (but one i want to briefly mention involves Zsasz and Steph going almost a bit too far when trying to subdue him. its a very clear parallel to Jason & serves as foreshadowing for how War Games will play out i.e., Steph’s fate)

Now during this time, there’s an assassin/merc who is killing off teens who were suspected to be Robin (Tim Drake), which Batman catches wind of and the Dynamic Duo moves in to put an End to. (look at this smug lil robin, catching the Bad Guy™ off guard. ADORABLE)

Another thing to note now, is how Eager Robin is to jump onto the case and into the fray. and how carefully she toes the line when following/questioning batman’s orders. this is touched on many times often either with her able to juuuuust reason with the caped crusader enough to Bend his own orders or even to change his mind on occasion.

(a thing i want to note here with this panel and with this particular time in Steph’s career as Robin is that the writer had her referring to Batman as ‘Boss’. whether this was intentional or not, it most closely resembles, to me, Carrie Kelley’s mannerisms as Robin. i.e. another Robin that the writers may have been using as inspo/to parallel. Carrie’s time as Robin is also defined by Batman’s grief from losing Jason, and is given a very similar probationary status that Steph is given during her time as Robin. coincidence? maybe. but i think not.)

While they lose track of the villain initially, Steph’s quick thinking to place trackers on her is what saves the mission. at the Moment at least. Batman makes a decision to bring Robin along when tracking their prey, but orders her to stay behind in the batplane & ‘not touch anything’ unless ordered to do so. which is where we get the Defining Moment:

When Steph, against orders, jumps into the fray. its something to be admired, and very Typical Robin Behavior (bc where would they be if they weren't impulsive and, well, KIDS, amirite?) but unfortunately, her decision costs them the chance of apprehending the villain, and Batman stays true to his word...

and she's Fired (g o d I'm not the biggest fan of damion scott’s art but this look BROKE MY HEART. i can practically HEAR those choked back tears and see that quivering lip like... G O D BRUCE NO. GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE. ANYTHING ELSE THAN WHATS GONNA HAPPEN)

here’s where I'm gonna TL;DR War Games for y’all bc.... holy shit its a LOT. and Steph’s involvement really only begins it, and essentially ends it. (literally lmao. she's featured a little throughout but like. its a Crossover Event™ for a reason. everyone gets a little bit of the spotlight, which means a bit of shuffling around ofc) but Anyways

tl;dr - steph takes one of Batman’s contingency plans on her way out of the cave & implements it w/out being aware of a few Key Details. all out War breaks amongst the different gangs of gotham, with Batman & company trying to regain control of the city & maintain order. Black Mask resurfaces, catches and tortures Steph to learn details about the plan and makes his own grab for power (fun fact, for those of you paying attention to the Big Picture: this essentially sets up for his position later on in Under The (Red) Hood when Jason starts wrestling that control away from him) Steph manages to escape, Batman takes her to Dr. Thompkins clinic, and Leslie reveals that her condition is critical. bruce makes it back in time to be by steph’s side for this:

and then she dies ;-;

BUT THIS IS COMICS- so its revealed initially that Leslie withheld treatment to save Steph’s life to Make A Point and try to dissuade Gotham Youth from following Steph’s path. BUT-BUT WAIT THERES MORE BC THIS IS ~*C O M I C S*~ so its ALSO revealed later on that steph DIDNT die. Leslie helped fake her death and blah blah blah, Steph comes back, gets to be spoiler again, then batgirl and the rest as they say is history

anyways. STRAIGHT FROM THE BAT’S MOUTH THANKS. Steph WAS really™ a Robin™ and as much as DC wants to pry that from my gay goblin hands they WONT be able to. and anyways... She Earned It. okay. give this girl the Respect she deserves.

(now since I'm a Shipping Blog™, ima add some thoughts regarding her parallel to other robins and how Theoretically a relationship with raven might work out)

Again, the biggest parallel that DEFINES War Games and Steph’s time as Robin, is that to Jason Todd. (fun fact/sidenote: they’re both Leos, so like. Another Connection btwn the two lmao) They’re both impulsive and eager to prove themselves, and follow Batman with unwavering faith and loyalty (up to a Certain Breaking Point that is). They’ve got especially cheeky attitude and flair for drama, and hey. Narratively speaking, writers seem to have a penchant for drawing a few connecting lines between them (again, by starting the WG TPB off with Bruce mourning on Jason’s bday & setting a Tone for the overall event. and then again, by having a major character for UtRH be the very same villain that killed our former girl wonder)

Now with those lines drawn, and with an understanding of how Jason has interacted with Raven in-canon (with mostly cordial interactions and for the most part respectful analysis of each other’s abilities & strengths), & no known connection between Steph & Rae as of yet, we can really only assume a few things:

-like most of the batboys, Raven is very likely to get along with Steph and to respect her abilities given that Steph respects her in turn.

-Steph’s bright, extroverted personality could again work as a good foil/compliment to Raven’s more introverted/muted one.

-theyve got what i like to call the Bad Dad™ connection (with Steph’s being a former Gotham Rogue™, and Raven’s... well.. y'all Know) Steph’s already shown great Morbid Humor regarding this part of her life (shown in her interactions with Cass) and is very willing to bond with others over Sucky Parents

-while stephanie has a canonical Love™ of Waffles, and raven (at least in regards to her Most Popular fanon from the 03 cartoon) has a fanonical love of them as well. Hence, they ARE the Waffle Queens (embrace the ridiculousness, guys. DO IT)

-Since steph is not an Adopted member of Bruce’s family (& again, more often than not they have attempted to dissuade her from vigilantism) and similarly, due to Batmans Dislike of meta-humans/outsiders messing with Affairs in His City, as well as some of his canonical Distrust™ for Raven due to her mysterious background/nature. this could be another minor/potential bonding point between the two

-likely more??? its getting late, and not much else I can think of off the top of my head, but i might add more to this later.

as a ship StephRae has as much potential as any other, and since there’s not a lot of canon to really go off, fans can really take it.... wherever and i think thats beautiful

#randywrites #steph meta #long post #<- for mobile users in case that cut doesnt work bc OMG THIS DID GET LONG IM SO SORRY #I'm still So upset abt war games and i could probably move on & start reading her 09batgirl run but like.... I'm not Emotionally ready yet #she's FUN and she's GREAT and there's a very Obvious Reason why the fandom ignores her as a Robin and i WILL be bitter until they start #giving her the respect she DESERVES DAMMIT #its a Read so be sure to grab some popcorn kids

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tickleraptorss · 5 years

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Alright ya DORK. Tell us abt your Sword Game headcannons

👀 IM JUST GONNA DUMP HEADCANONS FOR THE WHOLE XENOBLADE PARTY BC HE IS A SMALL MAN IF YALL DONT MIND

shulk

easily the most ticklish of the entire party. also easily the most lee of the party.

he has a really squeaky laugh when you get to his super bad spots!! also just a very generally happy-sounding laugh. it’s so pure

he curls up and blushes so much when u tickle him. he crinkles his nose nd stuff nd it’s just v pure

his worst spots are his tummy, under his arms and his feets!! he’s also particularly ticklish on his lower ribs....

he is ticklish literally everywhere. you could tickle his like. elbows. and he’d be laughing

reyn LOVES tickling shulk. he loves shulk’s laugh so much that he’ll take almost every opportunity to tickle him.

in fact, the entire party likes tickling him. shulk’s sad a lot so the other party members like to cheer him up with tickles :)

or they just tickle him bc. they can.

shulk doesn’t ler very often. he can only tickle reyn bc if he tried to go for anyone else he’d regret it immediately

he does more of that. observational teasing. stuff like “oh, you’re really ticklish here, huh?”

although with reyn he uses teases like “c’mon, i know you wanna laugh! where’s that bright smile of yours, hm?~”

he once tried to get revenge on fiora. that went horribly

sometimes he’ll get visions of tickle attacks from the party and he. can’t really do anything about it. thanks for nothing, monado

just. a very tickly boy

reyn

he’s very ticklish, especially on his belly. but don’t tell anyone or he’ll kill you

he’s mostly a ler, well, he prefers being a ler anyway

anyone who isn’t shulk can challenge him and win pretty easily bc he’s so damn ticklish

his laugh is so cackly and it’s also full of snorts!! a lot of protesting and blushing too bc he’s big embarrassed

he just kinda collapses when you tickle him. his instinct is to curl in on himself and try to keep himself from laughing but he’s. very bad at that.

also. he wears a crop top. you are Asking for tickles young man

yes you show off your cool six pack but is it worth it (its not)

he’s very weak to cutesy/childish teasing,, it makes him v embarrassed bc he’s supposed to be a tough man but he’s just Dying at shulk whispering “tickle tickle~” in his ear ghdjkfg

raspberries are his ultimate weakness he can’t stand them. shulk uses that to his advantage.

as a ler, reyn is very silly!!! he loves playful wrestling and pinning his lee down nd just. going to town

he also loves tickl games. like he’ll have the lee try to keep their arms up while he tickls them nd stuff like that. or see how long they can last without laughing. Bro we are Tickle Games

he tickles shulk the most often, obviously. he’ll try and sneak up on the others sometimes, but that backfires on him 90% of the time.

while he’s cuddling with shulk sometimes he’ll just softly tickle him to see him curl up and giggle nd he thinks it’s super adorable (bc it is)

fiora

the ultimate ler of the party. she’s an unstoppable force.

you cannot tickle her and get away with it. hell, even if you try within about 10 seconds you will be on the receiving end

she’s teasy as hell, and she’s got the perfect voice for it too. if you’ve heard her voice you’ll know what i mean

she adores using those childish teases. the stuff like ‘kitchy kitchy koo~’ and she calls herself the tickle monster nd stuff and A

she tickles e v e r y o n e. no one is safe. she is a literal tickle monster

you can’t run from her bc she’ll chase you. you can’t hide bc she’ll find you. she’s a very determined ler and if she decides you deserve to be tickled, she’s not stopping until it happens

if she sees one of the party members sulking she’ll just waltz right up behind them, poke them in the sides and give them a lil warning

sometimes there’s no warning at all and she just straight up starts tickling them out of seemingly nowhere

“i heard someone could use a visit from the tickle monster~” fIORA STOP YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ALL OF THEM

she probably tickles melia the most often bc she wuvs making her birb gf smile!!

she’s rarely a lee. if she ever does get tickled it’s bc she let you do it

melia’s rly the only one who gets to tickle fiora.

lmao one time reyn and shulk teamed up to get revenge on fiora and despite it being 2v1 uh. Fiora easily won that battle

this is longer than i wanted but listen i fuckign love one (1) gal

sharla

def more of a ler and the least ticklish out of everyone in the party.

she has Big Sister energy

she’s rly playful like reyn!! she doesn’t do games like reyn does but she just has a v playful energy when she tickles

she has tons of experience from tickling juju (her lil bro!) so she Knowes how to deal w squirmy lees

she’s also very strong, so she can pin her lee down pretty easily

she’s rly close to fiora and melia. she’s like their cool adoptive big sister. squad goals.

sometimes she nd fiora team up to cheer up melia when she’s feeling sad!!!

she also likes tickling reyn bc the way he reacts to tickling is just super funny to her.

she doesn’t tease all that much tbh, but she’ll laugh along with her lee!!

she’ll comment on the lee’s laugh sometimes too, especially if it’s squeaky (bye shulk)

it’s hard to challenge her bc she isn’t all that ticklish, but she’s got a select few bad spots.

her legs are mostly p bad, with w her knees being the worst spot.

she cannot handle knee squeezes she will probably die and then kill you with her..... gun that heals people

her laugh is surprisingly loud for how Not Ticklish she is. maybe it’s bc she’s not rly used to it? it’s a mystery!

she might kick you so maybe don’t... tickle her for too long.

dunban

despite being fiora’s older brother he falls victim to her attacks very often.

he’s a true switch probably, mainly bc fiora tickles him so often.

he likes to tickl reyn nd shulk a lot bc he’s like their SUPER RAD OLDER BROTHER

he used to be a very good ler, but now that he can only use one arm, he’s lost a bit of his skill

he has no problem with taking shulk and reyn down a few notches, however he cannot defeat his sister anymore

he constantly tries to get back at fiora for all the times she’s tickled him but he’s just in denial that she’s become a more threatening tickle monster than him :(

but he’s proud of fiora for being Feared for that

he’s like “i taught her well :)”

he’s a lot more ticklish than he seems

his worst spots are his ribs and leggies!! he’s not too good at fighting his attacker off though because he. can only use one arm

he has a more gruffy laugh. doesn’t really squeak all that much unless you manage to catch him off guard

dunban is cool and also he looks like alucard from castlevania lol

melia

is it birb time? i think it’s birb time

didn’t really know what tickling rly was before she met shulk and co. like, she knew of it but that was the extent of her knowledge.

it wasn’t until she met fiora that she found out that she was, indeed, very ticklish.

her worst spots are her neck and ears, and probably around her shoulders too!

going for her neck makes her scrunch her shoulders up nd hide her face behind her wings its so cute

speaking of which, her wings are also very ticklish!! gently stroking them will make her giggle

she has a like. musical laugh. it’s v melodical?? idk how to describe it it’s just Very Pretty and fiora adores it

melia would be more of a ler if she wasn’t dating the world’s greatest tickle monster

she tickles shulk quite often, actually! fiora usually watches from the sidelines and tells her which spots are the most effective.

melly’s an observational teaser. she usually doesn’t mean to be teasy, but her tone makes it come across as such

over time she eventually learned how to be good at teasing from fiora and she’s almost as unstoppable as fiora.

keyword: almost

she’s still pretty weak

she just tends to curl up when tickled. she doesn’t rly fight back all that much bc she thinks its kinda fun!!

riki

local party dad and is canonically covered in feathers

he’s v ler!! but like,, in a cool dad way. he tickles the others when they’re down so that they can feel a lil better

he’s just a big ol fluffball who loves seeing his adopted children happy and smiling!

he technically has two pairs of hands - his lil stubby ones and his big ol ear hands!! he can tickle with both at the same time

when the other party members are holding him if he notices that they’re sad he’ll go “>:3c its time for tickles!”

he just kinda pounces on the others when he tickles them. they can’t really fight him bc he’s so small and agile

riki is also ticklish!! he has a v ticklish tummy

tickling him will make him let out these lil purr-like giggles and its v pure.

riki doesn’t mind being tickled! if it makes the others happy, then he’s happy too!!!

psst... his ears are also mega ticklish

when he teases he’ll mostly go for the Cursed phrases bc he’s so used to using those on his kids!! it’s only natural he’d do the same for his new Adopted children

#dumbass sword game #raptor's headcanons #thank u for enabling me anon #i will gladly talk abt this game whenever

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hyungwon-remade · 5 years

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my ateez hi touch experience !!!

so a lil intro gkdjg basically what happened is vip ppl stayed in the concert hall n then after some waiting they took us through this side door n into some hallway and i thought we were gonna go and stand in line and wait for our turn or smth but we literally walked through the door n turned around a corner n they were RIGHT there n i was like bouncing bc i was so excited n nervous and i went around the corner looking like an idiot n first thing i see is jongho like In My Face and i started freaking out it was so scary kgjsdgj also disclaimer the descriptions for each member arent equally long bc the staff rushed me on a few members + i was too shocked to do anything sometimes i promise im trying not 2 sound biased (except 4 the one abt san. tht one is probably biased but i cant help it im in love and i talk a lot when its abt him.) i love them all i swear gkjdsgd

jongho: like i said he was first and idk how 2 describe him he looks so much? bigger? irl like taller n more broad than id expected HDJDJ but really handsome n i noticed immediately his skin looks really soft and he has v round cheeks hes. cute. i was really dazed so i forgot what i wanted to say to him which was compliment his vocals n i only used one hand i did that for all of them bc im dumb n didnt think hdkddj when i held his hand he went hi thank you! so i just said thank you i love you bdkdjjdk :( i FAILED i was gonna be cool and call him a vocal god but i got all shy .. but its okay at least he knows i love him

yeosang: first of all he looked so soft and adorable all night n kept doing cute things during the performances and i love him so much gkdfokh anyways hes so beautiful up close LITERALLY an angel and he had the sweetest shy smile and i still couldnt think properly so i just held his hand n said i love you so much bcjdkkd i cant remember if he said anything back or not i might not have heard it if he did kgsdjg i actually wanted to tell him that i think hes really amazing and precious but i rly couldnt get any words out other than i love you ksdjgs and i didnt have any time w him at all im sad bc hes one of my favs but hes th one i remember the least from the hi touch i feel like i didnt get to look at him at all :(

mingi: hes SO large but not intimidating at all like i didnt realize he had been towering over me until i moved on to wooyoung who was so much smaller kgjdsg anyway mingis so so warm and smiley and at this point my brain finally started working a bit again and like i swear as soon as u see mingi n his huge smile u just wanna give him the world and tell him hes the best person in the universe like theres smth abt him that just makes u want to give him so much love as soon as u see him so i said “youre so amazing i love you !!!!!!” n he smiled so big at me and said thank u i love u! also his hand was huge n i held it w my tiny hand fhdjkdj

wooyoung: idk if its just bc he was standing right next to mingi but he looks kinda small irl HDJDJDK obviously still taller than me but he looked tinier than i expected. and so beautiful aaaa i really had no idea what to say to him n i was nervous but i said thank you i love you :( it went so fast the security rushed me on quickly so i didnt get a lot of time w him and i feel bad djdkdjdk

seonghwa: godddd LITERALLY the prettiest person ive EVER seen you cant even imagine how gorgeous he is irl and the second he saw me he smiled really bright and was like “my princess!!!!” bc i was wearing my tiara n like my brain shut down it rly caught me off guard BDJDBDJ this is like my clearest memory from the whole concert i can still hear his voice in my head how he said it n his smile ggjdksgjo i was rly flustered ANYWAYS.. i was like stunned but then i was like yes thats me!!! DFFHDF??? and while security were telling me to move on i quickly said “i love u ur my prince!!” n he like held onto my hand a lil longer n was looking back at me while i was saying it even tho i was being rushed away gsdgsdk

san: okskskhmdff the love of my life literally i.....i stared at him for a sec when it was his turn like what the fuck thats the love of my life right in front of me ????? like what am i supposed to DO... and not to be het but hes literally soooooooo beautiful hdkdhddj his facial features look a lot more defined? irl.. idk how 2 say but he looks softer in pics and hes just sooooo handsome jdoddjdkdn its crazy and he smiled rly cutely at me when i came up to him n he held my hand skgjd n like FINALLY my brain was working again so from here on i started actually speaking korean to them like i WANTED to gdgkds i managed to say like half of what id planned to say i literally went autopilot i said it like w/o stuttering and i dont even know how bfkdh and he went like :O and leaned super close to me to hear what i was saying UDHDJDJCCJXJ i said “thank u so much for making me happy!!!” and n his eyes were sparkling n so loving when he realized what i said and he put his hand on his heart and said thank you and bowed at me (nearly headbutting me in the process bc he was so close jgsdgks) n seemed rly happy n touched like genuinely and then i was being rushed on by the staff so i quickly yelled i love you!! n he was like i love you too! dkdofkh i love him so much n he loves me back wow...what a time.. i miss him gksdogkg his hand was so soft and warm 🥺🥺

yunho: didnt get much time w him either i think the staff had their eyes on me bc id lingered at both seonghwa AND san (accidentally i SWEAR i didnt realize i was getting more time w them bc the staff didnt notice i was still there kjgsdg) i wanted to sing happy birthday 2 him but i completely forgot everything n it was going so fast :( so i panicked and i yelled happy birthday i love you !!! rly awkward and he looked SO happy but he clowned my yelling at him n said thank you back in a similar tone as i did KGJSDG he is sosososo cute irl literally just a big teddy bear i wanted to hug him so bad and he has the most sparkly loving eyes i swear also i think he was really happy to spend his birthday with us and im so happy i got to tell him happy birthday in person i feel super lucky :(

hongjoong: okay so like most precious person in my life.. he was last which made me emo bc it felt like he was like the one saying goodbye to me fhdjdh so i was abt to cry and he rly looked at me like i was the most important person in the world gjsdogk like its true what everyone said abt that seriously he loves atinys so much uhghhgh ... n he held my hand as soon as i came up to him (lol the staff said no hand holding n hongjoong said fuck your rules bitch) and he looked rly surprised when i started speaking korean his whole face went :O kjsdkg i asked him if we can be best friends bc ive always been calling him my best friend n i need 2 make sure we r on the same page u know? and he nodded n was like yes!! yes!! n he held onto my hand a lil while i was walking away :( im officially hongjoongs best friend u guys he said it himself...

#🐳#u guys dont have to read this BUT u can if u want #i just rly wanna save it here n share it 🥺🥺#i copy pasted some from my twitter thread abt it bc im lazy gjgds #sorry if the read more doesnt work for some of u LMAO #long post #save #ateez in atlanta #im pretty sure our hi touch was the only one that was this rushed which im happy that everyone else got more time but kinda sad KDJSGSDG #but its ok it was still super memorable ill never forget it n i will. meet them n hold their hands again i swear #i lvoe them so much i was rly sick all night but as soon as i met them i was just happy and comfortable #and didnt feel any pain at all....#i love them :(

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