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upsidedownmvnson · 8 months

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idiots to lovers | eddie munson

eddie realizes his feelings for his best friend when you return from a few weeks away at camp - and luckily you've been discovering the same thing about your own feelings

just practicing my writing, idk, i want to start long fic format but i'm just a sucker for 3k words and a satisfying end, yaknow?

"You know," Dustin Henderson says, elbowing Eddie in the side, "Y/n gets back from camp today."

"I know," Eddie snaps, looking up at the clock again. The drive was three hours, and you'd called him at ten saying you were about to be on the way home, and now it was one. And you should be pulling up to Steve's house any second.

"I just wasn't sure," he shrugged, "because you've been staring at the clock for two whole hours!"

"Will you be... quiet?"

"I'm just saying," Dustin shrugged, "maybe you missed her so much because, oh, I don't know... you love her?"

"I don't love her," Eddie sighed, having to defend his friendship with you all the time was kind of exhausting, you guys were friends. Always have been. Why does everyone think you're dating? Why does everyone think he was in love with you? "Well, like, I do love her, but not like that - I just..." Eddie thinks for a minute. "...fuck off."

The rest of the group was snickering nearby, holding their laughs and trying to pretend that they weren't listening to Dustin's stupid questions.

"You've been talking about her all day everyday since she left. When's y/n coming back again? Do you think she misses us? Do you think she's having fun?" Dustin would've continued to ramble if Eddie hadn't scowled at him, and Dustin knew this conversation would end like all the others. Eddie would ignore, deny and continue to pine over you while blissfully unaware that he was seriously in love. "Have you ever had a crush on someone?"

"Of course I have- what kind of question is that?"

"And what did it feel like?"

"What?"

"Just humour me," Dustin said, "close your eyes. And don't answer out loud but just think of the answer." Eddie looked at him unamused, but Dustin waved him on, "C'mon, humour me!"

Eddie sighed, rolled his eyes, and then closed them, making himself wonder what the hell he was doing. He thought about the giddy feeling of a crush walking into the room. He thought about the late night calls, and the subtle touches, and the pining, the wishing for someone to just... notice you, notice your worth and pick you, pick you out of a crowd of worthy people.

"And how do you feel when you think about y/n?"

Eddie froze, both of those feelings eerily similar. Dustin was close, but he saw Eddie's walls go up in real time.

"This stupid experiment is over," he said, standing up and trudging out of the house, leaving them all behind laughing at Dustin's stupid... whatever the hell that was.

And then Eddie was outside, trying to enjoy the serenity of nature in Steve’s vast yard, while he puffs a joint he’d stashed in his pocket. Not wise to smoke his own supply, but everyone deserves a little something in the summer. Especially since he couldn’t get his mind off of you. Dustin was right about one thing, ever since you left - it’s felt like something was missing. He just… missed you. Sometimes at night, when he’d hoped you call and you didn’t, he would miss you so badly that it hurt. Like a physical ache in his stomach, or like there was this weight on his chest that he couldn’t get off no matter how hard he tried.

What the hell did Dustin know, anyway? The kid has had one girlfriend and Eddie didn’t even know if that was still, like, occurring.

More than Eddie, but still.

But all those irritable feelings went away when your car pulled into the driveway. Every annoyance, every frustration, every ache, wiped away by your arrival. And it was a breath of fresh air, like he could finally breathe again. he snuffed the joint out on the step, just shoving it bare into his jean pocket, and stood, waiting for you to get out impatiently, bouncing his weight between his feet.

And when you did get out he ran to you, unable to stop himself from picking you up and spinning you around.

“You’re back!” he all but shouted, listening to the beautiful sound of the little giggles escaping you as he finished his twirling and set you down.

“I’m back,” you said, wobbly on your feet after the airborne spinning. “I missed you,” you said, lovingly wrapping a small piece of his hair around your fingers. He smelled like freshly smoked weed, but he also smelled like cinnamon and home. You’d loved camp, but you were so happy to be home. You pulled him into a hug, and he closed his eyes, leaning down to really wrap himself around you, and rest his chin on your shoulder while you pushed your face into his chest.

He could feel his own heart beating faster, he could feel the heat in his cheeks, and all he could think about was how good you smelled. Like lake water, and vanilla. And- and he shouldn’t be thinking like this, thinking how natural it felt to have you back in his arms.

“Y/n!!”

The party shouted at you all at the same time, clamouring down the steps noisily. Eddie quickly stepped away, turning away from all of them and toying with his hair like you had done, trying to hide his pink cheeks and neck from everyone, but Dustin, of course, saw.

“Hi guys!” you said, bright genuine smile as they all surrounded you in a group hug. You had to worm your way out to hug all the others, Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jon. “What did I miss?”

And everyone was shouting things at you at once, and you couldn’t keep up, just smiled and nodded like you knew what was going on.

You followed everyone into the house, listening to Nancy talk about her time at an internship during the summer. Eddie trailed behind slowly, confusing himself by being unable to tear his eyes away from your legs. You had started wearing jean shorts… and they were short and he was frustrated at how much he liked them. And your shirt… a t-shirt tied in the front, exposing an inch of skin between your shorts and the shirt. Tanned and soft and…

Eddie stopped walking before he stepped onto the porch. What was wrong with him??? Why couldn’t he, like, focus? Why couldn’t he stopped thinking about the intoxicating lake water and vanilla aroma, why can’t he stop thinking about your legs?

“Whatcha doin’?” Dustin asked, popping his head out the front door. “Thinking about what a crush feels like?”

And Eddie took off, trying to grab the kid before he could dash away, but he was unsuccessful, and Dustin laughed as he dodged between his friends, hiding behind Steve, who was talking to you about his promotion at Family Video.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. What the hell was wrong with you? Steve was talking about how he was promoted at work, and all you could think about was how it felt to have Eddie wrapped around you.

Summer had done wonders for him, he looked the same, but different. Eddie just looked… really good. And you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as soon as he lunged in the door. Dustin was behind Steve, laughing, and Eddie was frozen in his tracks, suddenly bashful.

“Are we missing something?” Steve asked, hip popping out with his hand on it.

“No,” Dustin mused, “nothing at all.”

And you gave your attention back to Steve, or you tried to anyway. but your eyes threatened to drift back over to Eddie, where he was leaning quietly near the door, all dark and handsome, waiting for everyone to get out of the way. It was near impossible to focus on Steve’s riveting assistant manager story, when Eddie was over there.

You’d missed Eddie so much while you were gone. There were cute boys at camp, sure, but you didn’t give any of them your time, even when they begged. They thought you were playing hard to get but you just weren’t feeling very… available. And you didn’t really know why at the time, but you were starting to figure it out. You weren’t available because your heart was already gone. While you were at the most beautiful lake in Indiana, your heart was back in a trailer park in Hawkins.

“And now Robin works for me,” Steve finished, hitting Robin with his elbow and laughing.

“You mean because I’m going to college?” she joked, grinning as his smile fell.

“That’s mean, Buckley.” Steve crossed his arms, pouting. “I’ll fire you.”

“No,” she laughed, “I don’t think you actually have that authority, but you could tell Keith I hurt your feelings, sure, and see how that plays out.”

“Okay,” Steve said, clapping his hands and getting everyone’s attention, “why don’t we head into the living room instead of clogging up my entryway.”

You and Robin laughed, walking arm in arm to the other room, laughing about Steve’s stupid pout, and mom stance. The girls at camp were so nice, and you’d made friends but no one could replace Nancy or Robin in your heart. Those two had been through so much with you, you were bonded forever.

The three of you sat close, you and Robin on the couch and Nancy on the floor, letting you braid her hair in a fancy way you’d learned at camp.

Eddie sat by Dustin, totally drunk on the sound of your laughter as you giggled with the girls, and he realized… Dustin was right. All of them were right. He did love you. He was actually so in love with you and he just didn’t realize because you were so close, but spending all this time apart, it made these feelings just explode in his chest. And he couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t fight the yearning, or the pining, or the love he felt. He should’ve known. Should’ve known by the comfort he felt while you were around, should’ve known by the way he sleeps better when you have sleepovers, or how he’s always trying to sneak in a little skin to skin contact, whether that’s sitting an inch too close on the couch, or just holding your hand through a crowded concert.

And suddenly Eddie is sick. He’s sick with desire, and…and… and he’s gunna throw up. He turned, high tailing it outside before anyone could notice.

It was going to mess everything up, being in love with you. Eddie had no choice but to confess, this ache in his chest would kill him otherwise, but if you turned him away, didn’t love him and sent him away from you, well, that would kill him too.

He ran to the fringe of the trees, leaning on a big oak and trying to take deep breaths. He was panicking, he loved you and he needed you, and your long legs… and he just couldn’t stand it, any of it.

“Eddie?” you asked, softly, making him jump. He hadn’t heard you follow.

“Oh,” he said, clutching his heart and leaning over, “this is a heart attack.”

You giggled, stepping closer until you were close enough for him to get another hint of vanilla. The nausea returned, was that normal? Nausea when a pretty girl was this close. You pressed two fingers to his neck, feeling his heart beat, as he stared down at you, doe eyes wide, and beautiful.

“I don’t think you’re having a heart attack,” you said finally, letting your hand drop to his shoulder. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“No,” he said, too sharply and too harshly, and he corrected himself as soon as he saw your smile drop slightly, “I mean, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?” you asked, bringing your hand off his shoulder and back to your side. He wanted it back. Wanted you to touch him, and comfort him, and stay with him.

“I don’t know what to say,” he answered, eyes falling down to the floor. “I just… I really missed you a lot, and now you’re back, and I feel…”

“What do you feel?” you asked, cheeks heating up with anticipation. You wanted him to say it, in your mind, you begged him to. Because if he would admit that he loves you, you wouldn’t have to, you’d be free to say I love you too, and kiss him, and hug him, and be wrapped in his arms again, and again, and as much as you wanted.

“I feel like…” he sighed, “I think maybe I love you,” he whispered, voice catching with immediate anxiety, and his eyes darted anywhere but at you.

“Eddie,” you whispered, taking a hesitant step towards him, but he wouldn’t look at you, like a cat that didn’t want attention, “Eddie, please. look at me”

And his eyes fell to your face, and he caught your blush, and your smile, and he fell all over again. “Well, what do you, uh… what do you feel?”

“I think…” you smiled, stepping closer until your could wrap your arms around his back, smiling up at him and he smiled down, all anxiety erased by a simple move, “I think I love you too.”

And he was free, without another thought his soft lips found yours, warm and lovely and he was everything you’d wanted. Eddie put his hand on your cheeks, cupping them softly and holding you close to him, letting the intoxicating smell of you surrounded him, totally drown out all his other senses and hesitations, and let you have him, all of him. He was yours.

It’s true, you weren’t available all summer, and neither was he. Just two idiots who fell from platonic to romantic somewhere in the high school years and just, didn’t figure it out until now. He was yours, and you were his, always had been.

A round a whopping applause cut your moment short, and you both blushed furiously at the group of losers cheering for you from the doorway.

“We’re all very happy for you guys,” Steve shouted, “but would you both come back and enjoy this friggin’ welcome home party I planned?”

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It’s a running joke in the manor that Tim’s kid was like a cat

And he would never admit that he could kind of see it himself.

The climbing, the ability to go from zero to a hundred in energy, and unfortunate ability to be too cute to actually get mad at him for anything he does.

Finding said son running out and about when there was breakout was pushing through.

“Hi Dad!!”

“Danny! What are you doing out here?!it’s still lockdown chickadee!”

Danny looked down at the ground and scuffed one of his shoe against the pavement.

“I know… but you’ve been gone so long and I’ve been worried!”

Tim sighed and tapped his comm,

“Oracle, please keep lookout for the next couple minutes.”

And crouched down in front of his son,

“You haven’t been home in a while and I missed you..”

Tim sighed as he wiped a tear from Danny’s face.

It was almost unfortunate how much the kid took after him.

“Kiddo I’m sorry, that’s my fault, I know we haven’t been able to hang out for the past week-“

Danny stomped a foot in frustration,

“No you don’t understand! You forget to sleep when you don’t come home ‘n’ great grandpa Alffie said we got to sleep because it’s good for you ‘n’ that when you don’t you are more likely to get hurt! I don’t want you hurt!”

Tim wanted to argue, and say that he was fine. He’s been taking cat naps between searching and the fights. If it was anyone else in his family he would’ve done so.

But this was his son, his little chickadee who loves so much and worries about himself so little.

He needs to set an precedent before bad habits emerge.

Picking Danny up, Tim set him down onto his hip and stuck his chin on his head.

“You’re right, I guess I haven’t been being nice to myself like I’m supposed to. How about we go back home and I’ll lay down with you for a couple hours?”

Danny peered up with glassy eyes,

“Can you stay for breakfast?”

And didn’t that just hurt to hear? Faded memories of asking that same question only to be given this almost pitying look danced in the back his mind.

“Sorry kiddo, but we just don’t have enough time before our flight but don’t worry when we get back we’ll have a family day, just the three of us!”

Clearing his throat Tim met his son’s eyes.

“Sure champ, and when we finally get joker back in Arkham we can ask everyone to have a family day, how does that sound?”

Stars almost seemed to take over Danny’s eyes as he let out a little gasp.

“Really?!”

“I promise.”

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Yes, many of Danny’s mannerisms were reminiscent of a cat, but this was new.

Tim pinched his eyebrow in exasperation as he looked at his siblings.

He wished he never got up this morning.

“And how exactly did Danny somehow get a crowbar?”

The kid in question just happily swung his legs as he sat on the bench unaware that he himself was going to be getting a far longer conversation as soon as they got back to the manor.

“To be honest.. in hindsight, not my brightest moment.”

“WHY IN GODS NAME A CROWBAR?!”

“He said he needed something to help take care of the trash! I thought he would use it like a knapsack or something!”

Jason Thew his hands in the air, and Dick let out a snort while he nudged the mess of a clown next to him.

“Well he very much did use it for something.”

“Nightwing! I’m just as mad at you for somehow loosing the kid this badly to begin with!! You. Are. Not. Helping.”

“I know but I’m just saying, he gets his dramaticism from you.”

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At the end of the day, Joker ended up paralyzed from the neck down.

Jason and Dick were both no longer allowed to babysit Danny alone.

And one little munchkin was, though very much grounded, hailed a hero by all of Gotham for the actions that were live-streamed by onlookers.

And once he was no longer grounded, he did get his family day.

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d0youc0py · 3 months

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Hello!!! I was wondering if you could do something where Ghost and fem!reader (or can be GN!reader, whatever you prefer :)) work alongside each other in 141 and have secret romantic feelings for each other? And the team is sent on a mission, and Ghost and reader have to share a room with each other and it just gets super fluffy and cute, with a side of banter? Maybe they even reveal their crush?

If not, that’s totally fine! I hope you have a marvellous week 🤍💗

warnings: none really, fluffy, female reader, one bed trope (kinda)

He did a quick sweep of the safe house, rolling his eyes as he already heard the sound of your gear thumping to the floor.

“What did I tell you about letting your guard down?” He scolded, beginning to peels off his own gear. His mask was the first to go, a soft sigh leaving him as the tight fabric hit the floor.

“You looked like you had it covered.” You smiled. You reached into your bag grabbing a pack of wipes.

“Not a chance. Last time you cleaned my face you scrubbed me raw.” He huffed, his feet moving backwards. You paused, soaking up his handsome face before he tugged a clean mask on.

“Fine, but don’t get upset when you get pink eye.” You playfully sneered. He rolled his eyes at you before plopping down on the rickety mattress. “Umm, excuse me? What’re you doing?” You asked slowly.

“Relaxing.” He responded. He stretched, his back cracking back into place. He laid down, wanting so badly to kick off his tight boots.

“You always let me have the bed.” You reminded. You pushed his knee softly to get his attention.

“You don’t want this thing. Trust me, pretty girl, it’ll give you bedbugs.” He pressed, hitting you back with his foot.

“Well I’d rather have bedbugs than termites.” You insisted, sitting down on the edge.

“Suit yourself.” He groaned, moving to get off of it.

“Wait.” Your hand reached out gripping his shoulder. You could feel him tense and twitch under your hand. “It’s pretty big.” You began slowly.

“I know I’ve been trying that new workou”-

“The bed, not your shoulder dummy.” You huffed.

“Oh.” He sighed. “Oh.” He repeated, your words hitting him like a boulder. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Sweetheart. I don’t really sleep out here anyways- you know that.”

You laughed like you suddenly remembered that little fact about him.

“You’re right. I forgot.” You said flashing a fake smile. You always had trouble sleeping- especially on missions. You had never admitted it but one of the best night of sleep you’ve gotten was when you and Simon crashed on Gaz’s couch when you all got a little too tipsy. You woke up sandwiched between him and the cushion, his strong arms seemingly shielding you from whatever bad things crept into your mind while you slept. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been chasing that feeling since. He’d never admit it, but the same scenario flashed through his mind- and he’d be a liar too if he said it didn’t have the same effect on him.

It had gotten dark quick. The hooting owls provided a ambience you wished you could someone manipulate into being romantic. He had settled by a window smoking cigarette after cigarette to pass the time. His preferred activity was sneaking peaks of you ‘sleeping.’ He could tell you were faking it, nobody- not even you could look that perfect as they slept.

“We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, pretty girl. Better get to sleep.” His voice caused you to jump.

“I was.” You snipped. He ‘tsked’ putting out his cigarette with his boot. He stood up, grabbing his gun, propping it up next to the bed. “Make some room? If you haven’t changed your mind.”

You quickly scooted towards the wall and he rested his hand on your side to keep you from bumping into it.

“Don’t have to go that far. Don’t have scabies.” He huffed. You were shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t you usually sleep on your side?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yeah.” You agreed. You rolled over, facing him and you quickly realized he probably intended for you to roll the other way. Yet you were so close to getting what you wanted it felt weak to give up now.

“Si?” You asked quietly. He grunted, urging you to continue. “Could I- maybe.” You stopped yourself. You saw his blonde lashes flutter open again, his hazel eyes meeting yours. Without a word he lifted his arm up, the invitation being one you were dying for. You huddled close to him, your head finding its way to the crook of his neck. Your hand tangled itself in his sweatshirt (that you swore couldn’t be tactical). His head rested against your own and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the perfect fit.

“Thank you.” You murmured.

“Course.” He muttered back.

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bvidzsoo · 16 days

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Love Me Like A Rockstar (8)

Chapter 8: Own My Mind

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

Warning: cursing

Word count: 8.3k

Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au

Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hello, lovelies! I'm back with a new chapter and let me tell you, ever since I've started writing this there's been little changes to the plot here and there, but...we should all thank Song Mingi for the way he's been acting this weekend for bringing a major change to it (i wanna kms ha-ha *dies in pain*) Anyways, I have a love-hate relationship with that man right now, don't mind my dramatic ass. Please listen to Maneskin's Own My Mind before or while reading this chapter, just the usual! If you want to be added to this story's taglist, just leave a comment on this post and you'll be added! Also, the drawing our girlie is talking about that is on her bed (later in this chp.), is absolutely waterbomb Mingi and it's a call-back to chp. 4 hehet. I have a surprise at the end of this chapter lol. One last question and then I'm going, should I do a Q&A surrounding this story? Like, if you have any curiosities about it, you can send in an ask and I'll gladly answer it! ^^ I hope you'll enjoy this part and, as always, let me know your thoughts about it!

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I shivered as I hurriedly shrugged off my jacket, backpack discarded the second I stepped inside my warm home, the loud thunder cut short as Mingi quickly closed the front door behind himself, hissing and groaning. I turned my head to watch him struggle out of his worn-out jacket as I stepped out of my shoes, hardly believing that from just a few minutes out in the rain, even my socks got soaked. Mingi’s head shook as his body trembled, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I watched him. He looked quite hilarious with his black hair sticking to his forehead, glasses so wet he couldn’t see through them anymore, loose clothing now sticking to his lean body like a second skin.

“What’s so funny?” Mingi playfully furrowed his eyebrows as he took his specks off, shaking the water off the glass, as wiping it against his already wet clothes wouldn’t have helped him in ridding his glasses of water.

“You.” I mumbled with a chuckle as I peeled my cardigan off, skin covered in goosebumps as my damp skin was exposed to the chilly air in the hallway. Mingi rolled his eyes, and placed his glasses back on as I took off towards the wardrobe by the stairs, chewing on my bottom lip. Mingi would have to change out of his wet clothes, unless we wanted him to catch a cold. I couldn’t leave him standing there like that, shivering and sniffing as he already sneezed loudly. His apology was sheepish, but I just flashed him a small smile before opening the heavy door of the wardrobe. There were minimal chances that the box I was looking for was still inside the wardrobe, considering the fact that my mother would go on a cleaning frenzy every month and throw out almost everything inside the house that she deemed unusable anymore. Therefore, there were almost one to zero chances that the box I so vividly remember having placed here ages ago, was still in its spot.

“Uh, do you think I could use the bathroom real fast?” Mingi asked, voice sounding unsure as I kneeled down in front of the wardrobe, eyebrows furrowing when I didn’t spot the box right away.

“One second, let me find something.” I called out, leaning forward as I pushed my mother’s long coats hanging in my face out of the way, and disappeared further into the wardrobe as I pushed and pulled at the thick blankets she kept in there. I thought about giving up for a second, about her having thrown out the contents of the box I was searching for, but I gasped when I felt the sturdy cartoon underneath my fingertips. With a triumphant smile, I pulled on it, a few scarfs and my very old Hello Kitty beanie falling out in the process. The box felt heavier than I remembered it to be, and my heart settled knowing that my mother didn’t throw it out. But that didn’t mean it didn’t start beating wildly once I sat back on my heels, box placed in front of me. A chill ran down my spine, and I knew right now that it wasn’t because of the chilly air and my damp skin. Whatever still remained inside this box…is what I never had the strength to throw out, to fully get rid of every memory lingering of Yunho. I gulped, chewing on my bottom lip as I hesitated opening it up. But there was another loud sneeze, and as I briefly glanced at Mingi, I couldn’t help but notice the light red tinge on his cheeks as he typed away on his phone, completely soaked. I really had no other choice but to open up the box of pandora.

And a lump formed in my throat when I finally opened it, a stale scent hitting my nose. My eyebrows furrowed when a golden butterfly necklace sat on top of everything, a harsh reminder of all the gifts Yunho would buy for me during our relationship. I have thrown out all the gifts, except this one. It was expensive, and frankly, too beautiful to be thrown out or gifted to anyone else. Gulping, I pushed the necklace aside and sighed as I dug around the box, jaw clenching at the three sketchbooks getting in my way. They were filled with drawings of Yunho and myself, of all the places we’ve been to, of all the places I have wished to visit with Yunho. Of all the memories we have once made, and of all the memories I wished we could’ve made. Being an artist was amazing, but at certain times it was a nightmare in disguise, brain able to conjure such vivid images that never happened, that it could fool me into thinking that they have actually happened. I sighed quietly as I felt eyes on me, and finally found what I was searching for. A fuzzy and faded knitted sweater, a plethora of colors mixed together, from beige to a light purple, black and silver in the mix too. I pulled it out of the box, together with the grey sweatpants, and cleared my throat as I stood, hands burning the longer I held the clothing in my hands. I felt guilty, almost disgusting as I neared Mingi again, trying to avoid his eyes as he had an easy look on his face, smiling despite continuously sniffing.

“These are the only male clothing we have in the house,” I said as I reached my hands out, looking at Mingi’s chest rather than eyes, “hopefully they’ll fit you.”

“And if they won’t, you can always give me one of your colorful fuzzy cardigans.” Mingi’s tone was playful and I chuckled, giving him a playful glare. Those cardigans would never fit his broad shoulders. The tightness was gone from my chest as Mingi took the clothes from my grasp, a thankful look on his face. The guilt remained, but it wasn’t so pressing anymore.

“You can change in the bathroom downstairs,” I pointed towards the closed door across from the wardrobe, “towels are in the cabinet above the toilet. Do you need a hairdryer?”

Mingi shook his head with a smile and gave my soaked hair a light tap, “Thank you, Y/N.”

The way he seemed to linger on my name sent my heart into a dumb frenzy, and I found myself flustered beyond, emotion so foreign I forgot how to speak for a second. And Mingi didn’t miss it, fuck, because he walked away with a smug smile towards the bathroom and paused in the doorway for dramatic effect, before disappearing with a damn wink. I huffed, glaring daggers at the closed door as I scurried to shove everything fallen out back inside the wardrobe, closing its door rather harshly. I licked my chapped lips and raced up the stairs, throwing the door to my room open and taking a second to take in its state. My desk was messy, but that’s just how it always was, I couldn’t do much about it right now. I opened the blackout curtains, however, the weather already gloomy enough to cast shadows inside my dark room. I flinched as another thunder rumbled through the sky, and grabbed the first clothes I found in my closet, walking to the bathroom upstairs.

After having changed into wide legged leggings that had cotton on the inside, I quickly threw on a white tank top and a soft pink mock neck sweater, sighing in content as warmth finally enveloped my body after I have dried up the dampness on it with a towel. I skipped down the stairs as I had a towel around my head, messily towel drying my hair, completely missing the tall form standing at the foot of the stairs as I stumbled into him. I yelped, but Mingi quickly steadied me by the elbows. Before I had the chance to pull the towel off my head, two large hands grabbed at it and started softly rubbing the towel against my wet hair. I froze, everything inside me stopping as even my breath stilled, eyes wide open. Mingi said nothing as he continued with his actions, quietly humming to himself. I was afraid he’d be able to hear my loud heartbeat as I breathed through my mouth, lips parting as I struggled to calm down. I was thankful for the towel hiding my face, because I could feel the blush spreading down from my cheeks to my ears, and even neck. I couldn’t remember a time when I have blushed this hard, and it made me feel slightly disoriented. For God’s sake, Mingi was simply towel drying my hair for me, why was I having such a visceral reaction to it?! My mind seemed to be screaming at me, but I was too busy trying to regulate my breathing, doing so quietly, as Mingi’s hands became a little rougher, almost pulling on specific strands of hair. My eyes narrowed as he turned my head left to right to his likes, and I groaned as his fingers dug into my scalp.

“Hey, stop it!” I whined and slapped at his hand, making Mingi chuckle as he ruffled my hair to the point I had strands from the back falling into my eyes.

“Oh, good,” He was still chuckling, “for a second there I thought you had fallen asleep with how quiet you were.”

Despite not being able to see his face, or anything if I looked ahead, I could still peek down and see his feet. I was standing on the last step of the stairs, and with an evil grin, I jumped down, his naked toes falling victims to my attack. Mingi yelped loudly, and I cackled as I pulled the towel off my face, smiling at him smugly.

“Serves you right since my hair is all knotted up thanks to you.” I raised my eyebrows at him as Mingi had his right leg raised, massaging his toes with a pained expression.

“So you break my toes?!” He exclaimed, his deep tone a few octaves higher, making me snicker to myself as I threw the towel at him, making him yelp and look at me with an appalled expression on his face.

“Stop being a baby,” I stuck my tongue out at him as I walked towards the front door to lock it before I went inside the kitchen, “And wear some slippers before you come to the kitchen.”

Mingi was closely following behind me, ignoring my words, “What, one of your dwarf slippers? It’s either my toes or heels will be dangling off.”

The image was funny in my head, but I ignored it in order to throw him a scrutinizing look, “The tiles are cold in here, you’ll catch a cold.”

A wide smile spread on Mingi’s lips as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest, biceps bulging underneath the tight fabric of the sweater, “You’re so cute when you worry about me, doll.”

There goes the pleasant exchange we’ve been having up until now. My voice became devoid of any expression besides the glare I threw at him, mirroring him as I crossed my arms in front of my chest, “I’m not cute. I’m merely saying you’ll probably catch a cold since we’ve been out in the rain not even fifteen minutes ago. And since you’re a singer you should be taking a lot more care of yourself.”

Mingi remained silent for a few seconds, until I watched a light hue tinge his cheeks. Was he blushing because I was lecturing him? Just what in the hell?!

“You’re right, sorry.” Mingi mumbled, but showed no intentions of actually following through with my words as he walked further inside the room, sitting at the table, feet up on the chair as he hugged his long legs to his chest. For such a tall and broad man, he looked extremely tiny sitting on that chair right now.

“Uh,” A little confused by the turn of events, I looked around the kitchen, trying to remember the initial purpose of me coming here, “Right. You don’t like tea, so we have coffee or hot chocolate to warm us up, which one would you like?”

Mingi’s eyes lingered on me for a second too long, taking in my whole being before his eyes settled on my face again, a smile so genuine settling on his lips that his eyes were sparkling, “Hot chocolate is fine.”

I hummed, a little breathless, then turned to open the cabinet above the microwave to take out two tall mugs for the hot chocolate. For some reason, I didn’t mind Mingi’s eyes following my every move as I tinkered around in my kitchen, taking everything I needed in my hands to prepare them on the counter. The thought of having Mingi inside my home, sitting in my kitchen, wearing my ex’s clothes, acting like we’ve been friends since forever seemed to hit me at once as I froze for a second while pouring water inside the second mug, Mingi’s mug. And what was even more surprising was not finding any thoughts that suggested that this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this, that Mingi didn’t belong inside my kitchen. I didn’t want to dwell more on why it all felt so right, so instead, I watched as the mugs whirled around in the microwave, locking these thoughts away for later…I knew they’d come back late at night to haunt me, it’s just how it always was.

Mingi clearing his throat gained my attention as I glanced back at him, and tried not to look too long. The way Yunho’s clothes perfectly fit Mingi’s form was alarming, albeit the sweatpants seemed to be slightly too long for Mingi. I’ve had Yunho’s clothes since highschool, which was a few good years ago, yet they still fit Mingi. It made me wonder if the two ever exchanged clothes or wore something matching, like best friends would do for fun. I know Yunho had once mentioned having matching rings with Mingi, but back then I was too jealous about their closeness to ask any further questions about any other matching items they had. And it was a little surprising just how well Mingi’s skin tone was complimented by the colors of Yunho’s old sweater, Mingi’s necklaces sitting on top of the knitted fabric. That sweater was one of my favorite’s while Yunho and I were dating, Yunho always seemed to be glowing when he wore it. At some point I had even forgotten that I still had it. Perhaps I should do something about the contents of that box, join my mother next month in her frenzy cleaning marathon and throw out its contents.

The microwave pinged and I took the two mugs out, realizing that Mingi and I had been staring at each other for at least a good minute, my cheeks flushed again. A soft chuckle was heard behind me, but I ignored it for my own sake. The silence didn’t last for longer as I opened the little packages containing the hot chocolate powder to pour into our cups, “This might sound crazy, but I swear I’ve seen this exact sweater on Yunho quite a few times.”

I froze, thankful that I had my back to Mingi as panic flashed over my face. Deep breaths, I had this. Mingi didn’t have to know, I could lie my way out of this. And so, I forced a small smile on my face as I faced him while walking to the fridge, “Really? Well, coincidence, maybe. It’s my cousin’s sweater, he forgot it here once, but as he lives overseas he never came to get it and my mother just placed it away for when he comes to visit us.”

I didn’t have one single male cousin. Let alone cousin’s that lived overseas.

“Oh,” Mingi mumbled as he picked at an undone string on the sleeve of Yunho’s sweater, “Yeah, that could be it, a coincidence, I mean. Besides, my memory is a little fuzzy, I might be wrong.”

I gulped away the guilt that suddenly bloomed in my chest and grabbed the whipped cream, raising it up, “Whipped cream for your hot chocolate?”

I grinned at Mingi as he slowly shook his head, “I drink it simple.”

“Really?” I asked surprised as I walked back to the mugs, “Not even with marshmallows?”

Mingi shook his head with a small smile and so I mixed his powder with the warm water, handing it to him. Mingi had a fond smile on his lips when he took it, his cold fingers lightly brushing against mine, making me blush like a stupid schoolgirl who has a crush. And I do not have a crush on anyone, let alone on Song Mingi. I swiftly turned around, hoping that Mingi didn’t notice me blushing as I quickly put whipped cream in my hot chocolate and stuck two marshmallows in it, putting everything away quickly. I turned to face him as I took a sip, leaning against the counter. Mingi sat in a cross-legged position on the chair as he had the mug in his hands, ring clad fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes lingered on his painted nails, slowly trailing up to Mingi’s face. His black fluffy hair fell in his eyes, obscuring his sharp eyes slightly as they were devoid of the black eyeliner now, a few blemishes tainting his otherwise glowing skin around his jaw, glasses slipping low on his tall nose, and plump lips red and slightly wet from how much Mingi always licks his lips. The simplicity of his whole being has never looked more attractive than right now, and as Mingi opened his mouth to say something, I was startled by such alarming thoughts, and so I hurried out of the kitchen.

“Let’s go up to my room!” I called out, on the brink of crying from all these stupid emotions I was suddenly feeling, trying to calm my crazily beating heart. Who allowed my brain to think in such way of Song Mingi? When did I even start considering him attractive? He was annoying, obnoxiously loud, arrogant and irritating, there was absolutely nothing to like about him or find in him attractive. I had to get a grip of myself right now! Mingi’s footsteps were dull as he followed after me, probably surprised that I had waited for him at the top of the stairs, unknowing of the storm inside my head, matching the raging storm outside. Lightning flashed every two seconds, skies rumbling with thunder, shaking even the ground at times. I hated storms, but suddenly it wasn’t as unbearable as before. When Mingi stood next to me, I lead us towards my room and pushed the door open, leaving it like that as Mingi walked in once I stepped aside for him, allowing him inside my safe space.

I have never been consciously proud or embarrassed of what my room looked like, the thought of what others thought of it absent up until right now. As Mingi walked further inside, head turning each and every way, taking everything in, suddenly I realized I was scared of what he would think. My walls were painted a light grey, on purpose, and there was little to no space left bare except for the wall on which the window was. My bed was pushed up against the wall to your left just as you walked inside, sketches that I have done throughout the years plastered up and put on display, my very first drawing even making it up on my wall. It was my little personal museum, a way of reminding myself of where I started out and how much I have evolved ever since, and even how much I was still changing as I was experimenting with my styles, learning a new technique in the class of Mr. Yoon. The desk across from my bed was messy, like I have said, it was littered with everything I needed to have at hand. Pencil holders filled to the brim, at least five of them, then there were brushes and little paint tubes littered all over it, notebooks and discarded sketches sitting underneath it, with my laptop hanging just a little dangerously off, not having paid much attention where I have put it this morning. A plain canvas was spread out on the little free space I still had, a project I had planned on starting today, now postponed for tomorrow. The wall above my desk had three modest shelves filled to the brim with books and some vinyl’s I have started collecting not long ago, pots and plants hanging off from the sides. The wall around the shelves was decorated by posters and pictures of my favorite bands, a few of my favorite paintings mixing in with them. The little stand next to my desk had my vinyl player, plants underneath it and around it, little ones. And then in the corner there was an old guitar that once had belonged to my mother, who has had a phase back in highschool and dreams of becoming a band member, famous and rich. She didn’t have the heart to gift the guitar to anyone, so she’s always kept it and passed it on to me once I was old enough. I never had an affinity for playing any instruments, but I do enjoy good music. A mix of old and new artists making it in that mix, actually—perhaps Noir Zenith slowly becoming one of them too, but Mingi didn’t have to know that. My closet was to the right just as you walked in, and it was of dark and sturdy wood, expanding from the ceiling to the floor. I had a little mirror right on its right side, the wall above and behind it, going right behind the door even, littered with my favorite painter’s paintings. Of course, they were only prints made at the local copy shop, but that didn’t matter. Fairy lights hung above my bed and from the lamp on the ceiling. The two nightstands on either side of my bed were more organized than one would expect from me, little makeup buckets placed on the one closest to the window, charger cable and some headphones sitting on the dark wood. The one nearest to the door had pictures of myself and my mom, and of Seulgi and I on display with a little clock, its drawer so filled with notebooks that I couldn’t quite close it. Thankfully the drawers of my desk weren’t so filled, I had just rearranged them last week, one evening when I was too restless to sleep.

Mingi was quiet as his mouth was slightly open, eyes wide as he took everything in, eyes falling onto my bed. I followed his sight and was mortified to find my biggest sketchbook open and displaying a quite realistic sketch of Mingi performing on stage. It was from the night I had a breakdown and Mingi found me in that diner. Seulgi had sent me some pictures she had taken of Wooyoung and accidentally slipped in one with Mingi too, and because the image just wouldn’t leave my mind, I knew I had no choice but to draw it. I dived for the sketchbook as if my life depended on it, all of it happening so fast I hoped Mingi didn’t actually catch what the drawing—or better said, who—the drawing was of. I shut it closed and pushed it off the bed, the light thud loud in the silent room. When I turned to look at Mingi, ready to face his smug face and taunting words, I was surprised to find his attention on something completely different. Of course, I should’ve expected from a man who plays in a band to be enamored by the vintage guitar in my possession. Its body was a light blue and had cherry blossoms painted over it, something my mother admitted to doing so, which lead to an argument with her father back in the days when he had seen the “damage” my mother had done to the pricey guitar.

“Is that a Martin D-19?” Mingi gushed as he walked toward the guitar, mouth hanging open. My eyebrows raised at his knowledge about it upon one glance. To me, it looked like a regular acoustic guitar. But then again, I should’ve expected it from a music major and a guy who has a literal band and plays the bass.

“Yeah, it was my mother’s.” I answered as I set my mug on the nightstand and sat at the edge of my bed, watching the awed expression on Mingi’s face. He had placed his mug by the foot of my desk as he crouched down, admiring the guitar from up-close.

“It’s absolutely beautiful.” Mingi whispered, fingers carefully tracing its body. Not even at gun point would I have admitted my next thought, which was of just how beautiful Mingi looked in this exact moment. Lightning flashed and the ground shook with the intense thunder, making Mingi tense for a second before he turned back to face me with the prettiest smile I have ever seen on someone.

“Your mother knows how to play it?” He asked, sounding enthusiastic. I was breathless, but after a big gulp, I forced my brain to function.

“Yeah,” I answered with a small smile, “she was a big rock lover back in the days, even wanted to start her own band. But due to her parents negative reactions to it, she unfortunately had to give up on that dream and do something more ‘real’.”

I rolled my eyes at the end of my sentence, not very fond of my grandparents. They weren’t bad people, but they also treated my mother harshly, and even myself, always asking about my future plans and straight up crying when I told them I wanted to become a painter. I saw the way Mingi’s face hardened for a second, but I knew he didn’t want to talk about it as he became expressionless quickly after. I was curious what made his mood become sour so quickly, if he perhaps related to what I have said in some way, but I wouldn’t prod. If he wants to tell me, he will sometime. So, instead, as a distraction, I scooched up further on my bed and patted the mattress next to me with a lazy smile, watching Mingi’s eyes slightly widen. He looked a little shy as he grabbed his mug and rose up to his full height, steps almost hesitant as he approached the bed, making me snort. It made Mingi narrow his eyes as I crossed my legs underneath myself as he kneeled on the bed and then settled beside me, long legs extended as he playfully wiggled his feet left and right. I chuckled as I clasped my hands together, letting them rest in my lap as Mingi took a sip of his hot chocolate. The silence was comfortable between us, the harsh rain hitting the windows loudly, wind rocking trees harshly, and the lightning and rumble a constant background noise.

“Last time when we performed at Outlaw, when you didn’t come,” Mingi paused and turned his head to look at me, “you know, when we met at the diner—”

“Let’s not talk about that.” I muttered with a grimace and Mingi hummed, licking his lips.

“Right, so, that night,” His voice was quiet, lips pulling into an abashed smile, “the crowd was bigger than usual, at first I blamed it on being a rowdier night, but it turned out those people were there to see us, Noir Zenith, to see me.”

I felt a small smile appear on my own lips, Mingi looking pleased with himself despite the light pink tinge of his cheeks, “And now Hongjoong might help us sign with a record deal, I feel like everything is finally coming together. Like my hard work is finally being rewarded.”

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling too wide, subconsciously reaching out to hold Mingi’s arm as he looked me in the eyes, “That’s so good, Mingi! You deserve all the praise and attention your band gets, you’re really good.”

“You really think so?” Mingi sounded small, eyes wide in wonder as he flushed more. I knew I have said some things that weren’t the nicest, and now it made me realize that Mingi never deserved hearing those things from me. Yeah, I didn’t like the guy much at the beginning—not that now I like him more—but I still shouldn’t have shit on his music, on something he pours his whole soul and heart into.

“I really do, Mingi.” I slightly squeezed his arm, hoping that he could hear the sincerity in my voice as a wide and bright smile spread onto Mingi’s plush lips, so contagious that I found myself with a matching smile on my own lips. I chuckled, for some reason not wanting to release his arm just yet, the knitted sweater soft and warm under my touch.

“Lovely seeing you slowly turn into my number one fan, doll.” Of course, trust Mingi to ruin the moment. My eyes narrowed as I sighed loudly, slowly shaking my head. Mingi chuckled before taking a large gulp of his not so hot anymore chocolate, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Now, don’t get cocky.” I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand off his arm, watching as his eyes lingered where I have touched him, “I can recognize good work without becoming your fan.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Mingi mused playfully and I scoffed, bumping my shoulder into his before I went to retrieve my laptop from my desk, “Seonghwa and Wooyoung want us to try out new genres.”

“Really?” I asked surprised as I settled back in my previous spot, knee brushing against Mingi’s thigh, “Like what?”

“Well, nothing specific, just something little softer.” Mingi pursed his lips, fiddling with the mug in his hands, “Maybe something more indie rock.”

“I love indie rock,” I muttered absentmindedly as I powered on my laptop, “and why are you reluctant?”

Mingi seemed surprised that I had caught on, but it was quite obvious in his tone that he didn’t sound very enthusiastic about it, “Because my voice is rough and raw, unlike Seonghwa’s who’s smooth and almost angelic, and Wooyoung’s who’s can reach pitches I can only dream of and has a roughness that is absolutely soft at the same time, alluring.”

“Your voice is deep and powerful, it conveys every single emotion you’re feeling when you sing, Mingi. Your raspy tone alone tells a story, even without speaking the same language I would understand what you’re singing about. But just because it’s rougher and more powerful compared to Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful and enchanting, Mingi.” Occupied with typing in the password to my laptop, I failed to notice the way Mingi’s breaths became shallow, the way his eyes bore into the side of my skull, “I think your voice is unique and desirable, you should be proud of it and not look down on yourself because of it. Many wish to have what you have, so really, don’t think any less of yourself because you think Seonghwa and Wooyoung are somehow better and more alluring. It’s not true, each one of you has their charm and well…I think you’re the most charming out of the three of you.”

I didn’t expect the expression on Mingi’s face when I turned my head to look at him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were glazed over as his sharp eyes watched me intently, his breaths loud as his cheeks were red. My eyebrows furrowed, and for a second I worried I have made him angry, but the longer I looked, I realized the look in his eyes had nothing to do with anger. I gulped and averted my eyes, suddenly feeling my heart race again, biting my lower lip and trying to ignore the overbearing proximity between us. It was only our knee and thigh touching, yet it felt like Mingi was all over me, his scent still strong despite having changed out of his clothes and getting soaked by the rain. He always had a sharp scent surround him; it reminded me of pine trees.

“Thank you.” At last, Mingi found his voice and it was lower than before, goosebumps covered my skin as the low baritone of it traveled through my body. I nodded once in acknowledgement, not trusting my voice as I went on the internet to search for some movies to watch and pass the time while we wait for the storm to pass. If it passes, “Do you think rapping would fit my tone?”

It was an unexpected question, but as I mulled over it, I concluded that Mingi had the perfect timbre to both sing and rap, “Yeah, I think it would.”

I dared to take a peek at Mingi from the corner of my eyes, and was relieved to find the intensity gone from his face, instead, a soft smile grazed his lips as he finished his hot chocolate. He leaned back and placed his empty mug next to mine on the nightstand and fished his phone out of his pocket, “I found some old videos of me at school plays, let’s see what my music genius bestie thinks of them.”

I rolled my eyes, but nevertheless peered over Mingi’s shoulder in curiosity, “Don’t make fun of me, I’m merely stating something that someone with not musically trained ears hear. You should be more thankful.”

“I’m more than thankful, Y/N.” Mingi suddenly turned his head, our faces too close for comfort, so I quickly leaned back as he placed his arm on my thigh and pressed play on a video he pulled up from his gallery.

『Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?

Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?

Do you wanna know what the good, good, bad things all feel like?

Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?』

The movie of my choice was simple, The Quiet Ones. Nothing better than something a little spooky while there’s a wild storm raging outside, but to my utter surprise, Mingi looked terrified after only ten minutes of watching it. We were both leaning against the headboard of my bed, pillows behind our backs, and laptop placed between our lower bodies as our legs were stretched out. And despite the laptop being between us, Mingi’s shoulder pressed against mine not even five minutes after settling in our current spots. Trying to watch the horror movie, which was one of my favorite movie’s, turned out to be a fail, and I had no choice but to give in to Mingi as he only stopped whining when he got what he wanted. And that was watching a rom-com from the nineties, called 10 Things I Hate About You. I’ve seen it numerous times already, but it never gets old. There is something about the way the actors play their parts, and the plot too, that have me coming back to it with the same enthusiasm I had for it when watching it for the first time. At first, I thought Mingi hadn’t seen it and had only went along with my suggestion because he didn’t know what else to watch, but when he started quoting Patrick’s lines as if he were the character himself, I narrowed my eyes at him and poked his arm. After some painful jabs, he admitted that it was his favorite movie and he regularly rewatched it, especially if he was in a bad mood. That was a piece of information I wasn’t expecting from someone like Mingi. He looked like a guy who enjoyed tough and brutal movies, with the occasional romance movies if a pretty girl begged him to watch it together. Turns out, Mingi’s favorite genre is romance, and he hates horror, and depends on the type of thriller whether he likes it or not.

We found ourselves joking and laughing throughout the movie, making our own commentary about it after our first disagreement. Which was about whether Patrick accepting the money to charm Kat was right or wrong. Of course, it was very wrong to play with someone’s feelings and get paid for it too, but Mingi argued that if he never accepted it, then him and Kat would’ve never gotten together. And for that, I threw in the hypothetical scenario of him accepting money from Wooyoung so that he could take me out on a date and make me fall in love with him if that meant Wooyoung could have Seulgi date him. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed and he declined such scenario, exactly proving my point why this was so wrong then, but he remained believing that for Kat and Patrick it totally worked out. And then he had the audacity to compare my stubbornness to Kat’s, making me call him just as stupid as Patrick was.

Time flew by as our laughter got louder, completely missing the way the rain had started to quiet down as we were immersed in the movie we were watching. It felt like a bubble was wrapped around us, isolating us from the cold world, and letting us enjoy ourselves without being so cautious of what we were saying. It felt nice. I couldn’t remember a time when I was able to let loose with someone other than Seulgi. It was a nice feeling, it made me excited in some way, completely making me forget that I was doing this with Mingi. He made it too easy to forget my worries and made me feel really comfortable all of a sudden, never stepping out of line—if we ignore his stupid flirting—and always keeping everything lighthearted. It was a nice change for once.

I groaned as I let my head fall back, lips pursed as my ass had gone numb from sitting so much in one place. Mingi snickered as Kat reversed into Joey’s car, clearly amused by the snarky remarks exchanged between the two characters. He was clearly into the witty exchanges, especially between Patrick and Kat, even having said that it makes Kat attractive how quickly and well she can shut Patrick down. I had told him that she wouldn’t have to do that if Patrick wasn’t so stupid most of the time, making Mingi roll his eyes at me, and say that I simply didn’t appreciate some good banter. Which wasn’t even true, I liked bantering if it had a smart purpose, not just to rile each other up, what was the point of that?

I licked my lips as my head lulled to the right, eyes falling on Mingi’s profile as he had his legs up, leaning forward as he hugged them around his knees with one arm. He was smiling and chuckling, pretty red lips pulled to the side, showing off his white teeth. His brows were dark, and his browbone being more prominent really sharpened his face in a very aesthetically pleasing way. Mingi’s face was very beautiful, and as an artist, I couldn’t help but admire it, and recognize it. So many pretty portraits of his face could be made, pity he doesn’t model. My lips pulled into a tiny smile at the thought of him modelling for me when we had to sketch human forms for our next class. I’m sure my professor would appreciate my drawings even more. Mingi’s glasses were discarded, and my eyes paused on his long nose, biting my lower lip just as Mingi chuckled again, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. He sniffed before rubbing two fingers against his plump lips, wetting them not even a second later. I gulped as I suddenly wondered what they would taste like. It was such a startling thought that I jumped, but Mingi suddenly looking at me certainly scared me more. I gulped, instantly blushing as a friendly smile painted Mingi’s lips as he leaned back, placing his head on the pillow, and letting it roll to the left. Our gazes connected, and I wasn’t surprised to find my heart beating so quickly once again, my lips pulling into a straight line as I struggled to keep my breathing even. Mingi’s easy smile didn’t disappear as his eyes racked over my face, it only became wider.

There was a whole galaxy behind those beautiful deep brown eyes of his, they sparkled with life and an excitement I haven’t seen in anyone before. I wished that I could recreate that in my drawings, but I wasn’t good enough to give simple eyes such deep emotions yet. And I really wished I was able to do so, because the longer I stared into Mingi’s eyes, the more lost I got in them, thoughts and worries disappearing into nothingness. Mingi’s hand twitched for a second and I tensed when I felt a finger gently poking my cold hand. I gulped, but I wasn’t able to look away as ever so softly more fingers brushed against my skin like feather, Mingi’s bottom lip between his teeth. His actions were slow and cautious, probably afraid that I would pull away, but I was too captured by his alluring gaze to even think to move away from him. Slowly, his longer fingers intertwined with mine and his rings cut into my skin when I squeezed his hand, uncaring that it hurt a bit. I knew my cheeks were now surely very red, but I couldn’t actually be bothered to feel embarrassed, not when Mingi’s cheeks were dusted pink as well. His high cheekbones were flushed the pretties color they could have been, and I smiled as Mingi blinked, looking abashed. Somehow no words had to be exchanged between us, everything felt comfortable, scarily familiar. I haven’t felt like this…since my ex. And not even with him have I felt so safe and understood, it always seemed like there was some invisible barrier between us, and I never understood why. With Mingi, if I allowed myself to feel and be unafraid, no barrier lay between the two of us.

I gulped, eyes suddenly falling on Mingi’s lips as his tongue poked out just slightly to wet them, his plump lips red and full. I’ve never seen a person have such full lips, and it made me wonder if they were as soft as one would imagine them be. Aware that my eyes were glued to Mingi’s lips, I looked back up in his eyes, trying to ignore how insanely attractive his mole right underneath it made him look. There was something about Mingi’s bareface that was so charming and beautiful that it almost made me feel jealous of it. Mingi sniffed quietly, and his bottom lip was between his teeth again as his eyes fell to my lips, my rapid heartbeat halting for a second. Could he be having similar thoughts to mine? I wouldn’t know, but when Mingi’s eyes found mine again, they were just slightly more intense and sharper. Like he was determined and nothing could stop him. I gulped loudly as he moved his head, just lightly, but it was closer than before. My heart was beating like crazy, but almost as if I was under a spell, I found myself shifting my head just a little bit closer. Mingi’s eyes no longer were on mine, and as my lips parted when I licked them, I felt Mingi’s hand squeeze mine just a little bit more. I gulped as I proceeded to lean even closer, my eyes fixated on Mingi’s lips now too, just wondering and wondering infinitely if they were warm, soft, wet, and what they would taste like. I didn’t startle nor flinch when Mingi angled his body so that he could lean dangerously close, the bridge of his nose brushing against mine. His hot breath mingled with mine as our lips were parted, a pull so magnetic I couldn’t untangle myself from it even if I tried to. My eyes threatened to flutter closed as I pressed my nose against his, the side of our lips rubbing just a little together as I couldn’t breathe regularly anymore. Mingi’s lips pressed ever so slightly against the corner of mine, feather like, and it suddenly wasn’t enough. The distance, it was too big—even if it didn’t even exist between us anymore—and I squeezed his hand as I angled my head to finally press our lips together, Mingi’s breaths audible due to our proximity.

But suddenly, a door was slammed shut loudly, “Sweetheart, I made it home finally! I saw a car parked in front of our house, all’s good?!”

The curious and shrill voice of my mother sent Mingi and I flying away from each other, both of our eyes wide as I was panting, my whole body burning. I couldn’t look at Mingi as I scrambled to press pause on the movie and Mingi was off the bed in a flash, sprinting towards my window. I could still feel his hot puffs against my face, and I gulped as I forced myself to forget everything I felt just seconds ago.

“The rain stopped,” Mingi’s voice was hoarse, so gravely that I had to clench my fists to stop myself from doing something I would regret, “I will be going.”

“I’ll go downstairs, let my mom know you’re here.” My voice wasn’t better off, I sounded breathless. I felt lightheaded as I got off the bed, standing and pausing for a second.

“Right, I’ll change back into my clothes and then—”

“No,” I didn’t mean to sound desperate as Mingi’s eyes fell on me, I had to look away in embarrassment, “keep them, they are of no use to me.”

“Right.” Mingi cleared his throat and I quickly walked past him, thankful that he stepped aside, and hurried out of my room and down the stairs. I took a deep breath to compose myself as I heard my mother placing down plastic bags in the kitchen. I needed to behave like everything was fine, when nothing was fine anymore.

“Hi!” My greeting was high pitched and way too cheery, my mother’s eyes narrowed when she saw me standing in the doorway, “Glad you made it home, the storm was awful.”

“It really was.” My mom grimaced as she continued unpacking the groceries, “You got home alright?”

“Yeah, uhm, actually,” I gulped and bit my lower lip as I heard Mingi coming down the stairs, “a friend from university drove me home as it was already raining, and he, uhm, stayed over. Because the rain was so bad he wouldn’t have been able to drive home. You know, safety measures and all.”

My mother paused and looked up at me with both of her eyebrows raised, “He?”

And on cue, Mingi appeared next to me, glasses pushed up on his nose adequately for once and hair not as messy as before, “Hello, my name is Song Mingi.”

“Nice to meet you, dear.” My mother’s eyes were glinting, looking way too happy for someone who was just introducing themselves. I was afraid of what would come, so, I grabbed Mingi’s arm and guided him towards the coat hanger.

“Mingi’s leaving, mom.” I said as I let go of his arm, averting my eyes as he wore his shoes and pulled on his jacket.

“Already?” My mom asked with a pout, coming to stand in the doorway, “Don’t you want to stay for dinner, dear?”

Mingi froze, eyes first finding mine before he looked at my mother with a polite smile, “Don’t worry, Mrs—”

“Oh, don’t be all formal with me, I hate that shit.” My mother chuckled and winked at him, “Call me Boyoung.”

Mingi gulped, seemingly taken aback by my mother’s behavior. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, knowing how surprising the contrast between my mother’s personality and mine was. Sadly, I haven’t taken after her when it comes to my attitude, but that’s fine.

“Well, Boyoung, thank you for your offer, but my friends and I actually agreed on dining out tonight.” Mingi’s excuse sounded real, so I knew he wasn’t lying. I gulped when my mother threw me a very slick glare, almost saying that this was my fault. I rolled my eyes, offended by her assumption.

“That’s a pity, dear,” My mother pouted, but soon a bright smile appeared on her lips, “But you are invited for whenever you feel like having dinner with us, right, my starlight?”

I tried not to glare at my mother for the outrageous nickname, especially when I saw Mingi’s lips twitch in amusement. I told her not to call me that in front of others so many times, “Right, mom.”

My mother chuckled, all too aware of my dislike for the nickname, before her eyes landed on Mingi again. There was a brief pause, one too awkward for my liking, and then Mingi was clearing his throat and opening the front door.

“Uh,” He made eye contact with me briefly, “talk to you later.”

“Wait,” My mother’s eyebrows furrowed as Mingi stepped outside, trying to adjust the strap of his backpack, “Aren’t those Yun—”

“Talk to you later!” I loudly said, making sure to send my mother a very alarmed look as Mingi froze for a second before he hummed quietly and took off towards his car.

The air was chilly and humid due to the harsh rain, and as I closed the front door, I knew I had a lot of questions to answer when my eyes fell on my mother’s amused face.

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LETTING YOU GO.

jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: you let jenna go.

warnings: not proofread, unedited. angst.

word count: 1100+

a/n: small fic while i think about what to do with ‘watchtower’.

“I don’t understand just why you want to keep me guessing!” You shouted, beyond annoyed with Jenna’s antics. Your thumbs swiped against your forehead, frustration clear on your face.

You and Jenna were in the midst of a fight. You have had enough with her—the ignoring, the yelling—she wasn’t who she once was.

“I’m sorry that I have a job! That I have a life outside of you, that I-”

“This is not about that!” You practically screamed. Jenna stepped back, clearly shocked by your yelp. You had yelled before, but not with the same amount of anger in your tone as right now.

“This is about your insufferable attitude, your ignorancy; you forget about our anniversary, for fuck’s sake! You can blame it on your jobs all you want, but I've been here with you throughout most of your career, as friend and girlfriend, and this is not just because of them.” Your hand found it’s way to your hair, pushing it back. Jenna's eyes were filled with guilt. She knew her attitude was inexcusable, and she went to reply, but you weren’t done.

“Seriously, what have I done or said to make you feel this way? You won’t ever talk to me, and I’m tired of it! I’m tired of you, Jenna.”

Your heart was breaking with every word you spoke; the pain built up in you at being ignored and feeling unloved meant that every word you thought you’d never speak came out of your mouth, more unbearably as the truth.

“I-” Jenna tried to explain herself, but her brain shut off at the thought of it. “I’m sorry,” was all she said.

“So, no explanation?” You shook your head, a heartbroken smile plastered on your face, at her audacity. “No explanation at all? Pouring my heart out to you, trying my hardest to communicate with you, and you still won’t talk to me?”

Jenna wanted to tell you everything—what she’s going through, why she’s acted like a bitch, how badly she’s wanted to just be with you—but the words were caught in her throat with no way of escaping.

“I’m sorry.” She repeated, a tear falling from her eye, stricken with emotion. She wanted to talk this through with you so badly, but her body wasn’t letting her. Her body wanted you to leave, despite her mind knowing that was the opposite of what she ever wanted to happen.

“Alright, well,” you wiped your tears away, now noticing that they fell despite your attempts to keep them at bay, “I think I’m better off alone then.”

Your words caused Jenna to perk up. Her eyes widened, and her eyebrows morphed into a frown-y expression. “What?”

“Don’t act so surprised, Jenna.” Your mouth clenched shut, and tears still fell from your eyes, but you could care less now. You had grown immensely irate with her, and in your mind, she didn’t love you anymore, so why should you care about her feelings?

“I’ve been done with you for such a long time. I don’t think even you know how long you’ve been acting this way. First you want to hate me, then you want to love me; it’s so tiring figuring out your next mood.”

“Please, (Y/N)-”

“No, Jenna.” You cut her off. “I’m letting you go because I feel that I’m not who you want.”

Breathing excessively; you didn't even realize you'd been holding your breath. Jenna shook her head, disagreeing with your words because they simply weren’t true. You were what she wanted. She woke up every day happy that she was with you and that you chose her. She didn’t know what she’d do without you.

As you headed for the door, you felt a tug on your wrist. Jenna’s hand was on your arm.

“Please don’t go.” You could barely hear it. You wanted to break down from the tone of her voice, whispered so low and in a crack, a word away from crying her eyes out.

“I can’t be with someone who lives their life as if I don’t exist.”

You woke up. You wish it was actually a dream, but it wasn’t.

Sitting up, you threw the covers to the side of the bed, treading into the bathroom in your hotel room. It was the same thing every night for the past two months: reliving the memory of your breakup. Though each night the dream got shorter and less lengthy, it used to go up until you got into your car, with Jenna at your car window begging you to get out, and then it’d cut.

Turning on the light, you drowned your face in cold water to wake yourself up, afraid that if you fell back asleep, the dream would continue. Saying you missed her was an understatement, but it was for the best.

You wished that she wasn’t famous, that you wouldn’t hear her name everywhere, and that her fans wouldn’t still be sending you hate that you didn’t deserve. You wished that after Stuck In The Middle, she would’ve quit as she once planned, but she didn’t, and you supported her in every way you could until you couldn’t anymore.

“Jenna Ortega finds a new love interest after (Y/N) (L/N), maybe? New photos spot her with co-star (NAME REDACTED). They’re a little too close for comfort in friendship, if you ask me.” The TV blared from the other room. You completely ignored it when you got up, forgetting it was on and playing all night.

Your head turned to the sound, toothbrush in hand. You set it down, opening the door to the bathroom and eyeing the TV.

“The co-star in question, (NAME REDACTED), has a history of being with multiple women per year, seemingly never committing to one. Will Jenna finally make him commit, or will he just add her to his list?”

You knew him. You met him when you visited Jenna on the set, and you could tell of his interest in Jenna by the way he acted toward you. Immediately, you knew that the “relationship” was a PR stunt, the idea coming up to Jenna by her agent not long after you had met him, to which she turned down. She was happy with you, or was at the time.

Still, it didn’t prevent your heart from burning at the thought that, in order to make their relationship believable, they’d have to hug, kiss, and be with one another constantly. It made you want to gag.

Slowly and surely, you were getting over Jenna. It just... was harder than you anticipated getting over breakups to be when you were younger, before ever getting into a relationship.

You sighed, heading to the nightstand beside your messy bed and turning the TV off. Your wrist was on the doorknob to the bathroom when there was a knock at your door. Sighing, you moved to open the door in your disheveled state.

“Hey, don’t worry about the housekeeping; I’ve got it all — Jenna?”

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thinking about making a taglist what y'all buds think? also might not make a part 2 to this and if i ever do, it’d be after i finish my watchtower series :)

#Spotify #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #the fallout #celebrity x reader #fanfiction #angst #jenna ortega angst #wednesday addams #wattpad #lesbian

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bedoballoons · 3 months

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hii !! i was wondering if you could do a request for me. so xiao's really stressed and reader character: xiao scenario: calls him multiple times but he doesnt come, so when he actually comes, he complains and makes the reader cry and leave him. genre: angst (if you can, can you add fluff in the end where xiao apologizes? its fine if you dont !!) i was craving for some angst and at the end some fluff because i need more fluff i swear im going insane because of angst its fine if you dont do this, but if you do, i would really appreciate it !!

Of course I can write a request for you!! I won't lie though...I thought this was a smut request at first 😭 forgive my dirty mind. Anyway, thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

Xiao X Reader

{༻~You didn't show up...~༺}

CW: GN! Reader! Angst to fluff, some yelling and a worried reader, apologies at the end!

𑁍༄Xiao:

You sighed anxiously, looking at the clock...you'd already called three times and Xiao was still no where to be seen. You knew he was probably busy, but he'd always said he'd answer your call...just say his name and he'd appear...so why wasn't he? You tried not to think the worst...but considering he was the last remaining Yaksha, the rest all dying in such horrible ways...it wasn't hard to start worrying about him.

What if his karmic debt had caught up to him? What if he'd met a foe even he couldn't beat? What if he'd been injured badly...and couldn't make it to you?

You bit your lip, feeling your heart start to race with fear, what would you even do? Go to Zhongli? The other adeptus?? Panick began to set in, his name slipping from your lips over and over, "Xiaooo! Xiao!" He had to answer, if he didn't you'd have to go find someone and ask for help...that was the plan, "Xia-"

You paused mid sentence as he suddenly appeared in front of you, the soft teal glow of his powers fading away to reveal that he was okay and in truth, it was like seeing a angel, relief washing over you in waves. "Oh my gosh, there you are I was so worried, I thought youd-"

"Enough. Stop calling me, you aren't in danger, there's no one attacking you and I'm tired of hearing your insistent voice in my head. I'm trying to protect Liyue as I'm supposed to, accomplish what I must everyday and I don't need you bothering me while I do so." He shot you a glare...and watched as the emotions painted on your features went dark, your relieved smile wiped away. He knew it was harsh, he knew what he said was wrong...he loved your voice, he loved knowing he had someone at home...hoping he was okay...worrying about him. Hed, just gotten a little too stressed.

"I-im sorry...I was worried something had happened to you...I'm sorry." You felt your chest getting tighter as you tried to hold back your tears, but they fell anyway...rolling down your cheeks as Xiao watched you...guilt already bubbling in his stomach. "Wait...I didn't mean to-"

You stepped away from him, wishing you hadn't been such a nuisance...and before you knew it, you were running, out the door...across the fields. Running until you felt tired...and alone enough to cry in peace, or so you thought. Somehow you'd forgotten he could simply appear next to you, you could run as far as you'd like and he'd be there in seconds...even when you didn't want him to.

"Xiao, I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize when you have nothing to apologize for. You were just worried and I overreacted...I should never have raised my voice at you, talked to you the way that I did. I'm sorry. It will never happen again."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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Hi I don’t know if you’ll get this but I have an idea for Rúben Dias, he starrs crushing on the female photographer for Man City and his teammates start teasing him, he doesn’t want to admit his feelings because he thinks the photographer is dating someone ( but she’s actually single and is just introverted)

aaaaahh this feels close to home bcs i'd gotten mistaken so many times by men due to my introvert nature /sigh

silent

rúben should really stop interpreting things out of hand on his own and start asking the right questions instead.

rúben dias x photographer!you

wc: 2.7k

note: here's is my comback piece! (is that even a valid word?) i actually had this idea in mind for a while and i love writing this bcs i can see he could make this kind of cute mistake! this actually hits closer to home, too, considering that i'm an intovert as well LOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

happy new year too, everyone! i wish you'll have a blessed year ahead <3

“cupcakes!”

you groaned inwardly, that must be jack grealish. only the 100-million man would call you with overly sweet pet names like that, and he did it so often no matter how many times you corrected him that you had a real name during the first month of your employment here. now entering your third month, you’ve long given up, but you’d renamed his contact to be jack greasy on your phone.

“come sit over with us!”

unlike your nickname, though, you hadn’t given up on his persistent request to sit amongst his set of friends because good lord could they be so boisterous their laughter sounded more like a boom in your ears sometimes. their energy simply went off the roof and your introvert self could never handle it well.

you’d have your time to photograph everyone in the bus later anyway, so you gave him a polite smile, without another word, and proceeded to sit down beside your fellow media team.

you could hear jack screaming protest “aw, come on, cupcakes!” as you took your seat. his friends were laughing on his face at your rejection.

if you have your way, though, you’d badly want to be assigned to the calmer tide of the bus. the likes of julian, kevin, bernardo were more suitable for your kind. but being the one responsible for the disposable camera and all of city’s short off-pitch videos, jack and his circus were more than a matchmade in heaven for a better result.

before you had more complaints to mull over, your colleagues turned to face you and started babbling about an upcoming short video the both of you would have to make. the plot, the script, down to deciding who’d be best to be asked for to star in the video.

“i think rúben dias would do just fine.”

being a newbie, you nodded along the names he mentioned because in all honesty, you didn’t exactly know who is who and which is which until now. two months splattered all over the men’s and the women’s team, as well as the academy, was pretty much a guarantee you’d missed out on someone.

but you always, no matter how busy you are, spared some time to browse on the player before you met them, in case it was someone you should be worried for, or someone you should be thankful of for their media-darling persona, or someone you should be working twice as hard because they didn’t know what to do. worse, someone you’d worked together before but you forgot.

for rúben dias, though… you didn’t know which one of the categories above fitted him best. you were rendered speechless at your search bar result. you could bet your entire month salary that he was someone you had yet the chance to create a content together because if he already did, you wouldn’t have that face of his wiped off your brain.

which was exactly why you should be worried.

you had never worked with someone that looks like adonis when he decides to ascend himself from olympus. or so you’d like to think rúben was what adonis would’ve looked like if greek mythology happens to be true.

sadly, nobody warned you that he was even more beautiful up close, as he strutted his way to your creator team, with a tousled hair he kept tussling against, as well as the bright smile and warm laugh he’d drop here as he went through pre-production brief. his voice was so melodic it soothed all the soreness to your eardrums—thanks to jack grealish—in one simple video production, and you mentally thought you could replay the edited video later whenever you needed to go to sleep, like an asmr or some sort, because it really felt like a blanket on a rainy day.

your heart ached at the sight because my goodness… he was simply too beautiful for your own good.

it shouldn’t be doing all that jumping and leaping and drumming, though, because those were the early signs of you getting biased.

and it could only mean one thing in every professional language possible: bad.

with your very generous pay check on the line, you couldn’t afford to fail. so that day, you made a promise to yourself to do what you had to do, and thankfully it was what your introvert self do best.

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while you knew what to do, rúben—on the contrary—seemed lost.

no, the portugese was lost.

contrary to popular belief, footballers are actually smart. at least, if they are not book smart, they’re definitely street smart. rúben would like to think he’s got a bit of both worlds, so it could justify his own judgement of you.

his eyes were keen, as his job required him to do so, and he’s got an incredible sensing, enough to read a gigantic elephant in the room when there was one. the combination scanned your change in attitude on the day he first worked with you and the present time.

you were so friendly and eager to work with him, welcoming his extended hand as he introduced himself to you for the first time. he remembered your smile, blinding against the bleak manchester weather but instead of feeling cold, he only felt warmth and fuzzy all over his body.

but as the filming session went on, your smile was close to non-existent, just like the probability of the two of you running into each other again. he initially thought it was only because you got so many takes already and the job exhausted you, but he later realised you were avoiding him. as subtle as you could anyway.

at the beginning, he only thought you missed the way he waved at you. or the time when he thought you put his row of seat last for a mandatory picture in your disposable camera, for aesthetics’ sake.

the time when he offered you a ride home, though—that was the final confirmation. the weather had started snowing on some days, and you were certainly freezing by the look of your shivering shoulders and teetering teeth, so rúben offered you a ride home. but you turned down the offer, ever so politely like usual. yes, yes of course you had the rights but the most logical thing was to accept them instead of waiting for the next bus, no?

(oh, believe him, he knew she was waiting. he managed to parked far away from your sight but close enough to see that you did indeed wait for the next bus to arrive and take you to the nearest station. he knew, and he remembered that day because it was the only day he had to fight himself from running down the street just to give you another layer of coat.)

his first instinct was to think that he’d wronged you somehow during the filming. was he demanding? was he not up to your par of filming standard? was he not good enough for your cameras?

but james, your fellow co-worker, the one who worked together with you for this project, gave him an utterly confused look. “have you seen how the videos turned out? you were brilliant, rúben. and no, i don’t think i’ve heard any concerns from her about your ethics.”

so what did he still not do right that could’ve upset you?

rúben didn’t like where this was going because you’ve kept him intrigued. you kept him on his toes, bouncing lightly like a child full of curiosity. you kept him thirsty for more information about you and what makes you tick, lowkey in hope to bring out the smile rúben himself didn’t know he had missed seeing.

and if he discovered that he did indeed upset you somehow, and was somehow responsible for the disappearance of your shy smile, then he’d like to right them right away. he has to.

with that mentality, rúben took the chance to clock out earlier—which was like the seventh wonder of the world around etihad academy—in order to catch a glimpse of you on your off-work routine. he’d set himself resolved to only ask necessary questions, not more nor less, without any hidden agenda. no wishy washy, unlike his previous trials.

rúben did actually catch you for a split second. his beak was already opening, he’d only needed his voice box to produce the sound to the question in his mind, but the scene unravelled before him halted everything in him. every particle of his body, every molecule of his brain.

a black car swerved into the lane to the lobby, a pretty prestigious car at that, and the way your face lit up so brightly reminded him of the day you first worked together. it was a sight that rúben missed, it was a sight that rúben longed to see again.

he was so blinded by the ethereal view that he completely forgot his own plan, and watched as the black car swallowed his portion of small happiness of the day.

was that your boyfriend? if yes, then did you take rúben’s friendliness as a romantical advance to you? if yes, then was that the reason why you immediately put up a china wall between you two? if yes, then was he that protective or was he simply possessive?

rúben couldn’t deny his own infatuation of you. maybe it was why he was adamant to right things good between the two of you. but if you did in fact have a boyfriend, then he should find a way to reduce and silence this growing feeling—be it really infatuation or merely curiosity.

“does she have a boyfriend?”

but desperate times need desperate measures, and rúben saw ‘the black car incident’ was his sign to speed things up in order to find a concrete answer. even if it included asking jack grealish about you.

jack snorted, rather snobby. “how would i know, mate?”

“i thought you guys are close.”

“your definition of close is concerning,” jack replied as he shut his locker. “why don’t you ask her yourself? aren’t you the type to just charge at it first, think later?”

“i would’ve if she didn’t give me a cold shoulder.”

“have you tried?”

rúben was the one who didn’t hold back his snort this time. “of course i did.”

“then maybe you were asking the wrong question, mate.”

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

as much as rúben hated to confess that jack actually had a point, he had to give hands down. he might be asking the wrong question, he might be asking too much question, he might be asking the right question with the wrong approach.

bottom line, he’d concluded himself that he had to try until he succeeded. each time in different approach, different variables. logically speaking, it should take him somewhere for a clue. if it didn’t, it should at least tire you enough to have you spell the answer to his queries.

rúben had gathered enough information that you and your team had wrapped up filming for christmas and new year’s content, complete with kids involved and all. you were supposed to stay in the editing room, and working late on it because there was a teaser—which fell into your line of work under “short videos”—to be uploaded tomorrow evening.

he purposefully slowed his pace for anything that did not require physical activities and trainings, resulting in him also staying late to finish some of his homework—his affectionate nickname for video trainings he’d like to execute at home, in the comfort of his abode and plush suede pillows—so he could match your pace of work. he planned to catch you off guard the same way as ‘the black car’ incident.

at 8, you finally went out of your cave, precisely like his little rat had informed him before. so of course, you were startled to find rúben already standing against the railing in front of your office.

“rúben,” your voice got stuck in your throat but rúben thought it was a cute squeak. it was also a better response, rúben thought, too. you could’ve spat at him or shooed him away immediately. “what are you doing here?”

“i’m—” rúben thought about lying for a second, but he decided it’d contribute nothing to a start of a friendship. yes, friendship, because it was the bare minimum, no? “i’m waiting for you.”

your eyes widened, and that was when rúben noticed the golden specks on the orbs of your eyes. heartbreakingly stunning, solely because rúben only noticed this now.

you shifted the weight of your body from your right leg to your left one, and rúben found it endearing because he noticed that was an early sign an introvert—you, in this case—was starting to get nervous or uncomfortable. rúben hoped it was the former because that’d put you as cute as an awkward lone penguin.

“is there anything i can help you with?”

“yes, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

with his devastatingly beautiful look, his velvet voice and his intensely deep brown eyes, your heart palpitated so fast and so irregular that you were afraid rúben could see them falling and getting back into its designated place like a bungee jumper.

or maybe the rope snapped on its way down and never found its way up again, depending on the question about to be fired at you. at this point, your mind went funnily white, and you were ready to succumb into either pressure or temptation, depending on the question he’d fire you with.

“do you hate me?”

you seemed perplexed at his blatant question, but he’d take that reaction over anything else because it was something, especially compared to the invisible wall you’d put up since the first time you both had worked together.

“do you?” rúben pressed his voice gently, while he took a step closer to you. slowly but assertively.

the movement snapped you back to reality. you should not heed into pressure, but there was no use in lying because in reality, you really had no reason to hate him. if you had your chance, you would’ve done things the other way around.

“no, i don’t.”

another step closer. “but have you ever hated me?”

realising the 6-feet centre back was doing, you involuntarily moved backwards in the same amount of steps that he did, albeit the distance reached was certainly and significantly a huge gap you could never keep. “no, rúben—”

before you could finish your sentence, he obliterated every single space left in between the two of you and cornered you to the nearest wall. “then do you like me?”

you should be running, you should be fleeing, you should be screaming down the hill. you should be anywhere but here, trapped in between the long, strong and sturdy pair of his arms, the very same one he used to defend himself and the ball from the opponent. the very same one your eyes couldn’t lie but appreciate its masculinity.

rúben noticed the miniscule movement of your eyes, despite your tightened body language, and it brought a little smile on the corner of his lips. maybe he had indeed asked all the wrong question in all the previous times he’d had the chance.

“tell me,” rúben then pronounced your name in the way no one else could, so soft and velvet like a fine cashmere being caressed against your eardrums, that shivers ran down your entire body as if you were struck by a lightning. “please tell me that, at least.”

so paradoxic, you thought inwardly at the sensation. and you supposedly hated the way he confused you, but you didn’t this time—you didn’t even detest the way he seemed enjoying this whole thing, by the way he pulled of a subtle smirk that busted your knees slowly but surely—and it made you even more crazy because what the hell was this?

you tried to mask it off by looking him straight in the eyes. well, tried to, at least, because the moment your eyes were connected with the milkiest brown orbs that reminded you of a hot chocolate on a wintry day, you couldn’t help but look away. “what do you want me to say?”

rúben didn’t fight a full smile from blooming on his face, as the tip of his finger aligned your face gently to face his. he really likes the fact you gave him a fair fight to remain indifferent still, even when everything else of your body failed to be your auxiliary. “do you like me?”

“i do—”

“then would you like to have a dinner with me tonight?”

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𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 & 𝓢𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: jah and jenna struggle with the long distance.

warnings: mature language, mentions marijuana

a/n: shortest chapter I ever wrote for this series but dont say I never gave yall nothing. ngl I be forgetting that I made Jah a streamer/influencer 😂. Imma start incorporating more like social media aspects to here cause this was fun

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ONE WEEK LATER

“Yo I’m the greatest friend to ever walk planet Earth bruh. Davis finally let his balls drop and now him and Diana are going on a date together” You gushed to the brunette.

“Finally” Jenna chuckled.

It was currently 11 p.m. in London, which meant it was 6 p.m. in New York. Jenna just finished filming for the day and she needed to hear your voice. This is the first time in a week she's seen your face.

She was still on edge about Neil and hasn’t told you. She didn’t want to bring you into her mess and potentially end up finding out about her past. So she kept it to herself.

Your eyes were glued to the screen as you played Call of Duty, "Yeah I told him I'll help him plan his date since he wants to impress her."

"How sweet of you. I didn't know you had a sweet side to you sour patch kid" Jenna teased.

You stick your middle finger up at her to which she lets out a cute little giggle.

"So what's up with you? How filming going?" You asked and pushed your headphones behind your ears. Jenna had tried to stop the thoughts that ran through her mind a mile a second just now. But it was difficult when you looked good with a white tank top on displaying your tattoos, grey sweatpants, your chain dangling from your neck which she wants to grab at, and your glasses on.

After a moment, Jenna snapped out of her thoughts to answer your question, "It's going fine. Tim is forcing me to have a stunt double for the majority of my stunts which sucks because he don’t even know I’m pregnant" Jenna answered.

“Probably got that intuition” You shrugged.

“I guess. But other than that, filming is fine. Quiet little London Town that I can’t remember for the life of me” Jenna said and laid down in her bed. She let out a yawn.

“Go to sleep mamas. Call me when you get up” You said.

“No I wanna talk to you. I haven’t seen your face in a while” Jenna pouted.

You smiled, “But you need sleep. I know you probably have to get up mad early.”

“Yeah around like 4” Jenna sighed.

“See. Call me when you get me I’ll be up” You said.

"Okay," Jenna pouted. She hangs up the phone and turns over to stare at her ceiling.

She felt tears start to gather under her eyes but she quickly wiped them away. She was struggling with the just being friends with you. Each day, her feelings for you grow stronger but it was still something holding her back from pursuing you. She needed to figure it out quickly because she don’t know how much longer she can take it.

🤰🏻🩵

As the phone hung up, you let out a sigh and rubbed your face. You missed her badly. You wished you could just book a spontaneous flight over to London but you couldn’t…just yet.

You needed a distraction. You grabbed your phone and hopped onto your most used app, Twitter (you was not calling that shit X or whatever fuck Elon named. Fuck Elon Musk).

@bronxsheisty: can't wait for you to get home, we ain't got to go nowhere

Immediately, you started getting replies and quotes on your tweet.

@shiestylover: uh oh who’s this about 👀

@ghostridingwhip: jah is possibly taken? yeaaaaa let me go jump into oncoming traffic

@highondatgreen: it’s about me duh

@fnthechat: omg potential song lyrics! DROP THE SONG NOW

@modernbussywhip: i might have an idea and y’all never would of guessed it

@ghostridingwhip: oh do tell @modernbussywhip

@modernbussywhip: nah I need more evidence to support my claim but imma dm you my theory so far @ghostridingwhip

@bronxshiesty:

@modernbussywhip: oop-

@bronxshiesty: u should like share with the class @modernbussywhip

@modernbussywhip: i should share u with the class? couldn’t agree more

@bronxshiesty: oh that’s not- @modernbussywhip

@modernbussywhip:

@munchiesinmycrunchies: day 293792873 of asking for music

@ExclusiveShiestyUpdates: day 293792873 of waiting for an Instagram pic

@bronxshiesty: heard @ExclusiveShiestyUpdates

You exited out Twitter and went to Instagram. You found a pic you took yesterday and decided to post it.

bronxshiesty posted on Instagram after a while.

liked by jennaortega, davison, and 14,574 others.

bronxshiesty i was told to post on here so here u go

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↳ bronxshiesty everyday word 💯

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You don’t know what prompted you to click on Neil’s profile but you did. You saw that he was followed by Jenna and Jenna’s mother and he was a businessman. You followed back everyone and closed out your apps. Your eyes then glance down at the flyer on your coffee table. You grabbed it and exhaled deeply. You typed in the website in your phone and hit the registration button.

Here’s to opening more opportunities.

🤰🏻🩵

"I did it" You inhaled the smoke from the blunt. You leaned over and passed it to Davis who took it.

"Did what?" Davis questioned.

"I signed up for the competition. I kept staring at it on my table and just said fuck it" You shrugged and fixed your pants that were riding up your legs.

"Aye let's go" Davis cheered. He dapped you up to which you rolled your eyes at him with a smile.

"You need a musical stage name. You already got a streamer name but it won't be catchy or marketable to the music industry" Davis stated.

"I was thinking just Jah" You answered.

Davis puffed out a cloud of smoke, "Just Jah? I mean it flows sorta...Just Jah or JJ. It's aight"

"No dumbass I mean just my name Jah" You laughed.

"Oh! You could get away with it" Davis said. You knew he was high as a kite right now cause he started acting slower than usual when he was intoxicated.

The two of you then hear a ding from your phone. You grabbed it and saw it was a video from Jenna. You click on it and it starts with her showing her belly.

"Officially 14 weeks pregnant and the baby is the size of a navel orange," Jenna said and showed her belly. It was protruding more now but she was still able to hide it. Only if you got super close to her stomach you'll see she's pregnant but ain't nobody getting that close to her. "I want some oranges now. My appetite has skyrocketed now but luckily my boobs are not as tender anymore, thank god-"

In the background, you heard someone call Jenna's name. She sighed before turning back to the camera, "I have to get back on set but I just wanted to give you a quick update on us. I miss you and two months need to come quicker" Jenna said and kissed the camera. You smiled at the video and rewatched it again.

NYC 🩵:

miss you too 😘❤️

i also want some oranges now

"You know for two people to say that they’re just friends. Yall sure do act like a couple." Davis asked.

“No we don’t. Two friends can’t say they miss each other now” You questioned.

“I’m not talking about that. It’s your body language and the way you act around each other that’s unfriendly like” Davis said.

You suck your teeth, “You go to Hollywood and become an expert in body language and shit.”

“I’m just saying. The two of you need to stop whatever the fuck this is and just get together.” Davis shrugged.

You sighed, “You don’t think I want that. I haven’t been in a relationship in mad long. But something feels different with her like different in a way I never felt in a relationship before. I miss her being around, talking to her, and even just showing her around the Bronx. It's weird feeling this way...a good weird.” You finished off the blunt in your hand.

"It's called love nigga" Davis laughed.

“Alright let’s settle down. That’s a big word to be assuming” You said.

Davis chuckled, “Have your ever been in love before?”

You open your mouth to answer yes but you stop yourself and really think if you actually been in love or not. Sure you’ve been in relationships with girls before but they never made you feel like this. You never felt this way about a girl before.

“I’m guessing that’s a no” Davis chuckled.

“Shut up” You grumble and placed your hands in your pants. You get comfortable on your couch letting the effects of the marijuana relax your mind and body. Davis started drifting off to sleep next to you. But suddenly, your mind starts to overthink about the prior conversation.

Shit, now this was gonna be on your mind all night.

🤰🏻🩵

a/n: i want someone to take care of me like that black woman be taking care of her pitbull on TikTok

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callme-holly · 2 months

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Do you think maybe you could write for Johnny where he goes on a first date with reader but he’s nervous and kinda messes it up but they try again and it works out? Sorry if that’s too specific!! Love your writing ♥️

'𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬' [𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I'm so sorry if parts of this doesn't make sense, I've been so sick this past week, my lungs are actually giving up on me.

Anyway, illness aside, as always I hope ya'll enjoy this and my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 897 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing and Johnny being Johnny <33

Johnny Cade chews on his bottom lip nervously, his fingers tapping against the surface of the table as he looks anywhere but you. He knows he should start up some sort of conversation; hell, he invited you here in the first place, but every time he opens his mouth to speak, he can't seem to muster up the words. His tongue feels like sandpaper, his throat dry and scratchy, and he can't help but notice the way you’re watching him from the other side of the table, eyebrows raised slightly as if you can sense that something is troubling him.

Your eyes are gentle and sympathetic as they hold his own gaze firmly in place, but there's something else there too, something akin to sympathy. Or maybe it's concern. The same sort of concern that you would show to a frightened child or a scared cat. Johnny is not either of those things.

He clears his throat, looking down at his now half-empty coke bottle.

“So, uh,” he begins, running a hand through his hair awkwardly, not quite meeting your gaze. “What d'ya wanna talk about?” He tries to sound casual, but there's an underlying tone of nervousness that he can't seem to hide as you shrug slightly in response to his question.

“Well, I don’t know,” you say softly. “I suppose we could talk about anything.”

His mouth opens, then shuts again just as quickly.

Anything? That wasn't helpful at all...

“Do you... um...” He trails off for a second before shaking his head slightly. This was ridiculous. He knew what he wanted to say; why couldn't he get any fucking words out around you?

Johnny shakes his head. “Never mind,” he mutters, his voice quiet as he goes back to staring at his coke bottle. You watch as his fingers tap idly at the glass, huffing out a small, quiet sigh.

After another moment of silence, you reach across the table and take one of his hands, gently entwining your fingers with his. He stills instantly, startled by your touch, and you pull back slightly.

“Sorry. Was that too forward?”

“No!” His voice cracks slightly as he blinks owlishly at you. “Uh, no. It was... um... fine.” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “It's fine. I mean, you just... surprised me, that's all.” He laughs weakly before clearing his throat again. “What did you say you wanted to talk about?”

You smile faintly. “I didn't.”

“Oh.” He swallows thickly, trying to ignore how badly he wishes he could just turn and run for the door. Why had he let Dally talk him into this? His buddy didn’t know any more about dates than he himself did. He should’ve gone to Soda instead.

“Johnny?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he turns to face you again, finding you watching him intently, an unreadable expression on your face as you slowly begin to pull your hand back once more. “Are you okay? You've been acting weird since we got here. If you're uncomfortable, I understand. We can leave and find something else to do.”

“No!” He blurts, reaching to entwine your fingers, only to knock over his drink in the process, the contents promptly spilling over the table and, much to Johnny’s horror, onto you. His eyes widen in dismay, and he stands abruptly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the table across from you and wiping up the spill as fast as his trembling hands will allow, a string of apologies tumbling forth from his lips as he does so.

“Shit, I'm sorry," he manages to stammer before you cut him off.

“It's fine, Johnny. Don't worry about it.” You stand slowly from your seat, trying to ignore the cold press of the wet fabric on your skin as you usher him out of the diner, ignoring the strange looks you receive from other patrons.

As soon as the door closes behind you, the greaser is throwing apologies at you once more, running a hand through his heavily greased hair. “God damn it, I'm so-”

You shake your head. “Hey,” you interrupt quietly. “It's okay. Really.”

“Still…” He hesitates, taking in a shaky breath before starting to speak again. “Look, can we maybe try again? Somewhere that isn't a busy diner with loads of people.” He rubs nervously at the back of his neck, unable to meet your gaze.

He didn't usually have a problem with busy places, but he certainly didn't enjoy it when everybody's attention was on him, their judgement heavy and suffocating as they bore holes into him with their disgusted stares.

He shakes his head and adds, “Maybe somewhere with a lower risk of me spillin' my drink all over ya.”

Your lips tug upwards. “Sure, we can try again. How about a movie on Friday night?”

Your suggestion brings a light flush to Johnny's cheeks, and he nods eagerly. A movie might help to take his mind off everything, to take away from his nerves a little bit.

“Yea, sure.” He pauses and bites at his lower lip briefly. “You need me to walk ya home?”

You laugh softly. “No. It's only a few blocks. You get yourself home, Johnny Cade.”

He nods, looking hopeful. “Right. See you Friday?”

“Friday.” You confirm, offering him one last smile before heading off in the direction of your house, leaving him standing dumbfounded on the curb.

Gosh, wait until Dally hears about this...

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

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Your versions | Ben Hargreeves

Sumarry – Ben Can't Understand What 'Old Ben' Had That He Doesn't.

Pairing – Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Umbrella!Reader | Word Count – 919

A/N – This has season 3 spoilers!♡ English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

"Why this sad face?" Kluas Says sitting at the table where Ben is.

"Why does Y/n hate me so much?" Ben says half drunk and Klaus scoffs.

"Why do you think?" Klaus laughs and Ben looks at the table where Y/n and five are.

"Did she hate the 'Other Ben' too?"

"Oh no, she loved him more than anything," Klaus says and takes a sip of champagne.

"But we're talking the 'Old Ben' isn't it." Ben says mockingly.

"Can you imagine how hard it is to lose someone twice?" Klaus says and Ben frowns.

"He died so young and they were so in love." Klaus smiles as he remembers the young couple.

"I could see him after he died and he would always say how much he wanted to touch her and how much he wanted to confess to her, but that was impossible." He smiles sadly.

"And now here we are, she's facing the love of her life but it's not him, can you imagine that?" Ben looks at Y/n's table again, who is downing a glass along with Five.

"Y/n is the best of us, so I wish you wouldn't hurt her." Klaus says patting Ben on the shoulder and leaving.

After those words from Klaus, Ben has to admit he got thoughtful after all, what the fuck did this "outher Ben" have that he doesn't?

So when Ben saw Y/n get up and go to the elevator, he saw the perfect chance to ask her directly.

"Wait!" Ben says putting his hand on the door so it doesn't close.

He looked at Y/n and she looked at him with a serious expression "I wonder if she looked at the 'other Ben' like that too."

"But of course not, he was perfect." He thinks aloud as he enters the elevator.

"What did you say?" Y/n serious question.

"Nothing, I didn't say anything." Ben says standing next to her.

He was a little drunk, but maybe not drunk enough to ask the questions he wanted to ask her.

Ben was so thoughtful that he didn't even notice when the elevator stopped and the doors opened, so he decided to follow Y/n as she exited the elevator.

"Why are you following me?" Y/n asks turning around sharply.

"I don't want to fight ok, I just want to talk" Ben says raising his hands in acknowledgment.

"I do not want to talk to you." Y/n says starting to walk again.

"I bet you wouldn't say that to your Ben." When Ben says that, Y/n stops walking, and turns to face him.

"Stop talking about him." She says seriously to him.

"Turns out he's me!" Ben says in a louder tone.

"No, you're not my Ben, my Ben always thought of everyone, my Ben didn't mind being fucking number one!" Ben looks puzzled at Y/n who is watering in his eyes.

Y/n sighs, running a hand over her face and sits on the floor and leans her head against the hallway wall.

"I'm sorry, I just…don't want to talk." She says closing her eyes.

Ben looks at her, and sighs too "Fuck it wasn't supposed to be like this." He thinks

Ben sits next to her with their shoulders almost touching.

"How... what was he like?" He'd asked this so many times, but he wanted to know her answer so badly.

"I think everyone has told you about him." Y/n says opening her eyes and looking at him.

"But I want to see your vision of him." Y/n looks down at her feet and smiles slightly.

"He was the best person I've ever met, I could say anything to him, and he would never judge me, and he always listened to me and...was always there." Y/n says with a choked voice.

Ben listens intently with a sad expression.

"He always asked how my day was, even though we were spending the day together." Y/n says and lets out a giggle wiping the tears with her hands.

Ben looks down at his feet, and all he can hear is Y/n's sniffles, and it hurts so bad.

"How…how was your day?" Ben says quietly and Y/n looks at him in surprise.

"You do not have to do this." She says looking at him.

"I want to do this, please just... let me do this." Y/n closes her eyes again smiling slightly.

"I think I had a bad day." Y/n says still with her eyes closed.

"I bet that Ben didn't help much." Ben says analyzing her face, and smiles to see her smile more.

"God, she's so beautiful."

"Oh he's not as bad as he looks." She says and the two laugh.

After a while of silence, Ben feels Y/n lean her head on his shoulder.

"I know I'm not your Ben but-" Ben starts but is interrupted by Y/n.

"Stop saying that, you are who you should be." Y/n says, and Ben feels his eyes water.

"I'm sure he loved you as much as you loved him." He says softly and Y/n smiles.

"I think I will always love all of your versions." Y/n says closing his eyes and Ben smiles more.

"Even the worst?"

"Mostly him"

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader

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gahyeonszn · 9 months

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cardigan

genre: angst or at least an attempt at it

warning(s): like one swear word and prob some toxicity

note: cardigan by taylor makes me cry lowk also double post just to get this out of my drafts gn😭😭

why were you up late at night thinking about yunjin? you had no clue. things ended badly between you two so why were you thinking about her? why has she been the only thing on your mind since things went south? why?

you stare at the ceiling, memories of the two of you flashing by. they seem like a blur, but they’re so vivid at the same time, it’s confusing. you wondered if yunjin ever felt like this and if she ever lies awake thinking of you and everything you two could have been.

“come on, we need to hurry, the sun’s setting!” yunjin shouted as she ran towards a tree on top of a small hill. you followed somewhat behind her, blanket tucked under your arm as you attempted to catch up. once on top of the hill, yunjin gently grabbed the blanket from under your arm as you had your hands on your knees, attempting to catch your breath. yunjin laid the blanket under the tree, picking the perfect spot to watch the sunset together.

“i don’t get how you’re not panting.” you said in between breaths, getting somewhat closer to catching your breath.

“i’m just built different.” she smiled, grabbing one of your hands from your knee, leading you towards the blanket to sit down. once the two of you were seated, yunjin pulled you close, wrapping her arms around you as your head instinctively went to her shoulder. you liked having moments like this with her, just the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence while in each other's presence. it was nice.

you felt a tear roll down your face, hitting the pillow beneath you. you missed moments like that with her, the domestic moments with her that made you look forward to any off days she had, the moments that seemed to be in slow motion because you didn’t want them to end yet, the moments that had you selfishly wishing she wasn’t an idol so you could see her more.

“what’s gotten into you? can’t you just support me? god, you’ve gotten so clingy.” yunjin said, venom laced in her voice as she pinched the bridge of her nose. that would be the last time you would ever bring up how it feels like she’s always in the practice room even on days when she doesn't even need to be there.

“i've missed you, am i not allowed to miss you now? you don’t even tell me that you love me anymore, all you ever do now is go to the practice room and ignore me for hours without end!” you retorted, feeling just as annoyed as she was. it felt like yunjin was barely putting any effort into the relationship, it all felt one sided, you hated that.

“maybe it’s because i don’t love you anymore, have you ever thought of that? how could i love someone who’s always on my ass!” yunjin yelled, immediately regretting her words. “wait, i didn’t-” you cut her off.

“no, you’ve said enough.” your voice cracked, your worst nightmare was coming true. the one thing that you didn’t want to happen was finally happening and it was breaking you. you felt tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes as you made your way towards the room that you shared with yunjin. you started to grab your things, shutting down every single one of yunjin’s attempts to hold you back, you couldn’t do it anymore. what you had with her was getting worse, you had to leave for the night to figure out where to go from here.

“please, hear me out, i love you, i really-” yunjin paused when you turned towards her, tears falling freely out of your eyes. you shook your head at her, wiping your tears while making your way towards the front door, yunjin following close behind.

“we clearly need some time apart.” were the last words you said to her before you walked out the door. it hurt you to say that, you wanted to just forgive and forget, but if you did end up forgiving and forgetting then who’s to say that it won’t happen again?

“fuck, yunjin, you were terrible.” you sat up, pulling your knees up to your chest, letting the tears that sat on the edge just fall freely because who cares? you surely didn’t at this point.

“ok, you can open your eyes now!” yunjin happily exclaimed as you opened your eyes to see a birthday cake with messy frosting and some candles that were already melting. you smiled at the gesture, she was always such a sweetheart when it came to your birthday.

“i know it’s nothing fancy, but it’s the thought that counts?” she smiled like an absolute dork, but she was your dork. you leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips and cheek before bringing a hand up to run your thumb across her rosy cheeks. yunjin leaned into your touch as you both smiled warmly at each other.

“doesn’t matter if it’s nothing fancy, i still love it, thank you. now let's blow out the candles before all the wax melts onto the cake!” you quickly turned towards the cake, blowing out the candles before removing them from the cake, licking the frosting off the bottom of it. yunjin stared at you with the most love behind her eyes that she has ever had in her life. she was so in love with you.

the two of you enjoyed cake, watched tv, slow danced, and just enjoyed each other's company. this was the best birthday that you have ever had, thanks to yunjin. yunjin walked towards the kitchen, getting ready to make you the best birthday dinner you could ever have even though it was more of her trying to show off any cool chef skills she knew.

“voila, dinner is served.” yunjin said placing two plates on the dining table, pulling your chair out and pushing it back in afterwards. you two put some food on your forks, clinking them together before taking a bite at the same time. yunjin was the first to grab a napkin, spitting the food out into it, and you followed suit. there was a small silence before the two of you bursted into laughter.

“ok, maybe i should stay out of the kitchen.” yunjin said in between fits of laughter.

“should we just order takeout? i’m sure they’re still delivering.” you said, calming down from your fits of laughter.

you grabbed your phone off your nightstand, scrolling and tapping mindlessly until you finally realized what you were doing. yunjin’s contact on your screen, your finger just barely hovering above the call button. you knew this would be a bad idea, but it felt so right at the same time. it was conflicting.

“i think we should break up.” yunjin said, continuing to drive forward, not even glancing at you. you stared ahead, not believing what you just heard.

“...what? i don’t think i heard you right.” you chuckled lightly.

“i said, i think we should break up, this just isn’t working anymore and you know that. we’re both well aware by now.” yunjin continued to talk as she pulled into an empty parking lot, putting the car in park before unbuckling her seatbelt and turning to face you. you didn’t dare look at her, you only continued to look forward as her words slowly hit you.

“will you please look at me?” yunjin raised a hand in an attempt to turn your face towards her, but you moved away. you shook your head, not wanting to believe anything, not wanting to accept the reality of you two being broken up. you wanted to cry, but you couldn’t, nothing was coming out. you took a deep breath before finally turning your head to face your now, ex-girlfriend.

“ok.” was all you could say, you felt choked up, it was hard forming sentences, everything just hurt and it was all hard to process.

“we both know that we wouldn’t have worked out, we both have our problems and differences. our relationship was flawed and toxic.” yunjin said as she put her seatbelt back on before putting the car in reverse, pulling out of the empty parking lot to take you to her place to grab your things.

“did you think our entire relationship was flawed and toxic?” you asked in a monotone voice. yunjin gripped the steering wheel, gulping while glancing at you in the corner of her eye.

“no, we just had our moments.” was all yunjin said. those were the last words she ever said to you and you didn't bother to press further on what she thought during the entire relationship.

you held your phone up to your ear, biting your lower lip out of nervousness while listening as your phone continued to ring until a familiar, yet tired, voice answered.

“hey.” you spoke quietly.

“hi.” yunjin replied just as quietly.

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littledata · 4 months

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in your new fic (love by the way) just wondered if you could elaborate what Ava and Bea discuss when they call each other and realise they’re gonna be a couple.

Really interested to know when they both realised and how Bea discussed the beach night to her?

Thanks if you can

“It’s stupid because it’s not here in front of me,” Ava says, grinning stupidly. She can't seem to wipe it from her face, her mouth doesn't seem capable of doing anything else. “Four months, oh my God.”

On the other end of the phone, she can hear the wind rushing past Beatrice, and she half feels like it might sweep through the line and blow her way. For years she's carried the weight of loving Beatrice and believing she couldn't - or wouldn't - love her back, has borne the endless cycle of soaring hope and crushing disappointment with relative dignity and minimal crying into Mary's shoulder.

Now that Beatrice has said it though (I feel very deeply for you - she'll relive those words again and again) she's sure she could float away with the slightest breeze.

"Did you - would you have said anything? If I hadn't..." She doesn't want to say 'got down on my knees and begged you to love me in the middle of a train station' although that's certainly how it had felt; how it felt driving home in Lilith's car wondering if Beatrice would ever look at her the same way again.

"I don't know," Beatrice tells her. "Maybe not. I felt very muddled about all of it. I tried hard to resist it."

"How long?" Ava asks greedily. Now that she's had a taste of Beatrice wanting her, loving her, she can't get enough, will gladly drink it all down and ask for more.

"Hm." Beatrice says. Ava can't see her but she knows Beatrice's noises and silences well enough to understand that she's thinking about it. She's found, over the years, that where her own emotions are often clear and straightforward to her, looming large over everything she does, Beatrice's tend to be more subtle, more textured. Often, she has to sort through them before she's able to express them at all.

"Do you know that lots of girls smoked at my school?"

Ava's brows furrow, confused by the apparent non-sequitur, "Huh?"

"I mean, that lots of girls smoked, and I always refused to join in them. I didn't like it, I thought it was smelly and unpleasant."

"You smoked with me," Ava reminds her, "The first time we met." Ava thinks of it often - wonders regularly the path her life would have taken if she hadn't sneaked out of the tour of the rich asshole boarding school and found Beatrice crying behind the kitchens.

She hears the smile in Beatrice's voice, "That's what I mean. You offered me a cigarette and I accepted, even though I never had before. I think I wanted to impress you."

"Impress me?" Ava lets out a startled laugh, "You're like, the most impressive person ever."

"We'll have to agree to disagree," Beatrice says, amused. Ava wishes very badly she could see her, pull her close. "But I think that's when it started - although I didn't know it then, of course. I only realised it in little bits over the years. Coastal erosion, you know."

"I know," Ava agrees. She's so in love with this ridiculous nerd. "You remember when you came to the hospital to see me? When you were in university and I took those - uh. Well, when I ended up in hospital, anyway. As soon as you walked in, everything felt better, and I just knew."

"That long?" Beatrice asks softly.

"Yeah, that long." Ava agrees. It isn't that she's spent the last ten years pining: she's had boyfriends, girlfriends, even fallen in love a couple times over. But quietly, in the very back of her mind, it's always been Beatrice. Just Beatrice.

"I'm sorry I didn't act sooner," Beatrice says regretfully.

"Don't be sorry," Ava tells her immediately. "Don't. We got here. I didn't think we ever would. That night on the beach trip I kind of felt like I'd fucked everything up, like we'd never be friends the same way again."

"I think if anyone fucked up then it was me." Beatrice sighs, "I felt like I'd taken advantage of your desire for physical affection."

Ava pauses, decides she isn't going to say it and then says it anyway. "So I did turn you on, right?"

"Oh God." There is a smothered laugh and Ava imagines Beatrice is covering her face with her hand, "Do we have to get into that sort of detail?"

"So that's a yes." The grin is back on her face and bigger than ever.

"It's a yes," Beatrice admits, "And I'm sorry I didn't handle it very well. I was embarrassed, I think. And angry with myself."

"Angry?" Ava asks, "Is the thought of me touching you that bad?"

"No, of course not." Beatrice is quick to correct her, "The opposite, really. I was angry at my own lack of self-control in maintaining the boundaries of our friendship."

"Hm." Ava considers this for a long time, "You know, you should probably go back to therapy."

"I'm going to allow that comment only because it's you."

There's something in the way that Beatrice says you that makes Ava's heart flutter and dance in her chest. She wants badly to hug her, pull in her and tell her it's okay, feel the warmth and the strength of her. She wants to touch her again and see if she can make her gasp, hold her hand and run her fingers through her hair.

And she can say it, now, doesn't have to keep it inside anymore. So she does. "I want to kiss you really bad right now."

Beatrice inhales a shaky breath. She says, "I want to kiss you too."

#oh my god this ended up so long #extra writing #asks

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Day 7: Is this yours?

Dragon Kirishima x Human AFAB Reader

Your grandfather always warned you of the boys with giant smirks and playful eyes, but he never warned you about the kind ones with sharp teeth and dragon wings. 5.8k Warning: NSFW. SMUT. Cute passionate love, cause I was in a cutesy Eijiro mood. Also warning, DRAGON DICK.

You worked picking apples from the trees. It was hard work trying to get them all and collect them again, especially since it was just you working the fields recently, but someone had to get it done. It was hard work as the sun beat down against you, only making you hotter and lazier as you moved, trying to finish picking all the apples and throw them down in a basket. You stood in short overalls and a straw hat, standing on an old ladder to reach the top of the trees.

It was on days like this, you wished you could go out with friends or sit inside all day. You could only wish to wear their nice clothes and walk around town till your heart desired. However, doing that wouldn’t get money to put food on the table. It also would mean that there would be no one else to take care of the farm. There used to be multiple of other workers that worked the farm lands and the orchids too, but since the plague a few years ago, much help had dwindled. It was now all about taking care of one’s own family.

You sighed as you wiped sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. You looked down at all the apples you had picked down on the ground in the wooden sewn baskets. You carefully went down the steps of the ladder, thinking that you had collected enough to take back to the barn and come back with another set of empty baskets. You landed down on the ground safely. You placed your hand on your back trying to straighten up your posture. You didn’t need a bad back to come along with your problems. After a few seconds of rest and delay, you bent down to pick up one of the baskets.

“Uh... Excuse me.”

“Oh gods!” You nearly jumped out of your skin as you quickly turned around to face whoever had spoken to you.

Standing in front of you was a rather tall man, with round red eyes that seemed so soft and caring. He had long Redhair that cascaded down his back that matched his eyes, and surprisingly you also noticed the red flakes that seemed to decorate his skin. You had never seen a man like him before. He looked like he had muscle, easily he would be able to overpower you, but at the same time, he looked like he was thinner than he should have been. His eyes widened at your shout, noticing that he scared you. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologised with a bow of his head. He held a red apple towards you. “Is this yours?” He asked softly. It was surprising for you to hear such a soft voice out of a man who looked double your size. “I noticed it just a bit away from here and then I noticed you.”

You looked down at the apple. You had seen so many of the damn fruits, you weren’t exactly sure if that was the apple you pick fourteen apples ago or the very first one you had picked. You nodded. “Probably, how come?” You asked him as you flicked your gaze back up to him. The redhead looked down at the apple almost in disappointment, hearing that it was yours. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the fruit. You frowned. Poor guy was probably hungry. “Do you want it?” You asked.

His eyes immediately flicked up to you, having his entire attention on you. He nodded his head eagerly. He bowed at the waist. “Yes please.” He had great manners for his appearance. He stood in a loose old black tunic and brown pants. He was barefoot but he didn’t seem to mind all that badly. Surprisingly he didn’t have any sort of sun burn.

You smiled. “Well, you can have that one for now, but if you help me with my chores, I can get you more.”

He perked up at the mention of the deal. For a moment, he thought it over in his head before smiling. He nodded his head fiercely, seeing no problem with the deal and really eager to earn more apples. “That would be amazing.” He took the apple in both hands, making you realise how small the apple was compared to him, and he took a huge bite out of it happily. He smiled broadly with really sharp teeth. You heard a sort of purr sound come from him. From his ears and the horns on his head, you knew he wasn’t the least bit human. You wondered what race of creatures he belonged to. You watched him eat the apple very much happy.

While he did so, you turned your attention to picking up any stray apples and putting them in the apple baskets. When you were all done you found him finished with his apple. Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment, realising something. “Where’s the core of the apple?” You asked him with a furrowed brow.

He just looked at you lost at your question with a tilt of his head. “The what?” He asked you.

You opened your mouth to explain, but at the end you decided to leave it be. “It’s no matter.” You waved it down, having little concern. You then looked down to the two woven baskets. “I need your help carrying all these apples,” You lifted your head to point over to a red barn not too far away from where you were. “Over there.” You informed him looking over at the barn. You knew you would have to take strategic stops because of how heavy the apples were when in the baskets, but you didn’t mind all that much. “I’ll have to stop every now and then, but I’m sure if we pace ourselves well then we can- SWEET HOLY GODS!”

The redhead was carrying both baskets in his hands, effortlessly. One on each shoulder stabilised by one hand. He looked at you with a smile on his face. “So just over there?” He asked as he motioned to the barn. It was as if he wasn’t carrying apple baskets that no doubt weighted probably weighed more than an average person. With wide eyes you nodded as you started walking with him. He smiled as he trailed along with you into the sun out to the barn. “Oh!” He picked up as if almost remembering something important. He turned to look at you as best as he could with the baskets on his shoulders. “Forgive me, but I haven’t asked you your name.”

You chuckled and nodded your head to him, with a tilt of your hat. “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, big fella.” That made a sharp tooth grin come to his face. “What’s your name?”

He was silent for a moment, almost as if thinking of the answer. His eyebrows furrowed but then he seemed sure as he turned to look at you with a soft smile. “Kirishima... Kirishima Eijiro... I think.” He said looking away with furrow of his eyebrows. “Forgive me, but I am not fully sure if I may be telling you a fib.” He warned you with a small embarrassed laugh.

You tilted your head confused at his statement. “A fib?” You asked. “Do you not know your name?” You tried not to sound judgemental towards him.

“I’m not sure, to be honest with you.” He revealed to you. “All I know is that one day I woke up in the middle of the forest, alone and without my memories. Slowly I started to remember some bits and pieces from my past but they were not a lot.” He answered to you honestly.

“Oh dear, you poor thing.” You tapped his side gently, trying to be friendly. By the look on his face, he appreciated the gesture. “If you don’t have a place to go, we could always use some company and a pair of working hands.” You offered towards him.

Kirishima smiled down at you brightly. “Do I get more apples?” He asked excitedly. You were sure that if he could wag a tail, it would probably be wagging up a storm at the question.

You laughed with a bright smile on your face to which made him feel happier to hear and see. You nodded your head, affirming what he was saying. “Of course.” You assured him. “You can have as much as you’d like.” You promised him.

The two of you made it to the barn. You pushed opened the door and led him over to where you had put all the other apples. After placing the baskets down, the two of you continued to work until the sun was setting. With Kirishima around, you had finished much earlier than expected and even got to sorting apples. You led Kirishima back to the main barn house with a small basket of apples for the house itself. Sitting on the porch with a fluffy golden retriever at his feet, was your uncle. He wasn’t actually related to you but you knew him well enough to consider him family.

He was family.

You smiled at him. “Uncle Toshinori.” You greeted. Instantly the golden retriever lifted her head and noticed the new person accompanying you. She got up and quickly headed over to Kirishima. Kirishima looked down at her, his pupils widening in interest at the new animal friend. She barked and jumped, circling him in excitement. Kirishima smiled and went down to her level, patting her side. You motioned over to Kirishima. “This is Kirishima Eijiro. He’s been helping me with my chores today.”

The old man laughed. He had two longer strands of greying blond hair that framed his thin face. “I saw, young Y/N.” He told you amused. He turned his attention to Kirishima, who felt his blue-eyed gaze from where he was crouched. Kirishima smiled at the dog before standing back up straight to full height to look at Toshinori. The old man looked at Kirishima carefully, noticing his features. “You’re a dragon.”

You turned to Kirishima in surprise, having not figured that out yet. Kirishima nodded his head. “Indeed, I am, sir.”

“You’re a long way from home.” Toshinori spoke factually. He lifted a frail hand over to the right. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

Kirishima scratched the back of his head. “To be frank, I am not too sure. I lost my memories so I don’t remember my reason for being here.”

You turned to the older man and put your hands together. “Please Uncle Toshinori. Can Kirishima stay here just till he gains his memories back. He’s already said he can help around the farm until he wants to leave.” You begged him.

Toshinori shook his head at you but he chuckled. He wasn’t surprised and didn’t blame your reasoning. He knew you had a big heart, however, he also knew you were lonely here. He turned his gaze back to Kirishima once more. “Can you work hard?” He asked the dragon hybrid.

Kirishima nodded his head dutifully. “Till my last breath, sir.”

“Are you willing to learn?”

“Absolutely.”

Toshinori hummed for a moment, before nodding his head. “Alright.” He stated. “He can stay.” Both you and Kirishima bowed in gratitude to the old man. “But!” He interrupted the celebrations. He pointed a finger to Kirishima with an icy glare to his blue eyes. He was being deathly serious about his next statement. “You hurt my Y/N...” He started with a stoic tone. “And I will pluck every scale from your body one at a time. Do you understand me?” He asked.

Kirishima nodded his head furiously. “Yes sir.”

“Great!” You chirped out. You took Kirishima’s hand making his eyes go wide at the gesture. His big hand with small red speckled scales was so giant compared to yours. You dragged him forward. “Come on, Kirishima. I’ll show you to your room and get you a fresh change of clothes. I’m making apple pie!” You told him.

Kirishima had to bend down significantly to get through the doorway of your home. The sound of apples caught his attention. “Apples?” The large dragon asked looking down at you as you dragged him down the hallway.

Since then Kirishima had been an avid member of Plus Ultra Acres. He was an absolute darling and you wondered how men like him still existed. He was sweet, humble and always looking to help. He did his chores to perfection and even managed to find a way to befriend all the cows. However, the goats didn’t seem to like him all that much.

With his new overalls, a straw hat and boots, he was just like you. However, he was noticeable different. Especially after a few short months of farm work he easily thickened up, exponentially. It was as if he had a growth spurt. He had muscle to him. A lot of it, that went well with his already large demeanour. The two of you did much research on dragons and also relied on his memories and instincts. For example, his wings. They sprung up one day and you took (probably more than you should have) advantage of the fact that he could fly. Mostly by telling him to go pick the apples that you couldn’t reach or other fruits from trees.

The two of you, along with your happy golden retriever some days, were inseparable. It was almost as though the two of you had been friends for the longest of time. He was just so bubbly and sweet. Hell, it was like that with everyone Kirishima met, he easily became much of a town celebrity, being the first ever dragon to be in the town before. At first some were frightened of him due to his very large demeanour, but getting to know him, you would never believe that you were ever afraid of him. He was often off helping people with his unreal strength or tasting some new pastry or dish. He was just such a lively and friendly person, it was hard not to love him.

However, when all was said and done, he always preferred your company the most.

With him you could talk about anything. You could talk about when you were growing up, past relationships even something as stupid as fighting over flies versus bees. Admittedly, Kirishima was a bee patron but you think it’s just because bees wouldn't want to sting a dragon. With Kirishima he made life so much better. Just seeing him made you smile. Talking to him made your day better and being with him was as if you felt whole for the first time in your life.

You weren’t sure how to describe it, but looking at him made your heart swell and beat out of your chest. It made you feel as though you were the brightest star in the sky, the only flower in the field and the only diamond amongst stones. He treated you like royalty and with so much respect it often scared you and made you wonder whether you weren’t suffering from a long case of heat stroke and you were just imagining him.

“I’m pretty sure that one looks like a cow.” He pointed out as the both of you lay in a field of dandelions behind the farm just a bit in the forest, looking up at the stars. The both of you were stargazing tonight, the cool breeze from another long and hard day’s work always made staying outside better.

You giggled at his statement. “It looks more like a pig to me.” You told him putting your hands on your stomach.

Kirishima’s eyebrows scrunched up as he turned to look at you. “But when it comes to it, what’s the difference?” You giggled again at his question. Kirishima’s face softened at the look on your face as he watched you giggle and laugh.

“I think there’s a difference between a cow and a pig, Eijiro.”

“Meat is meat.”

You gasped. “Eijiro!”

He chuckled at your expression, finding it amusing. For a moment it descended back to comfortable silence with the sound of the crickets and the night. Kirishima looked down away from your face for a moment. “I... I remember something.” He spoke quietly as he looked away from you.

“Hm?” You turned to look at him, wondering what he remembered.

Over the course of the past year that Kirishima was with you, he started to remember bits and pieces of the past. Of his past. About how he got to where he was and where he came from. However, most of it was still a bit jumbled up... Or at least you thought it was jumbled up to him. Kirishima sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. “Back at home... on Dragon Island...” Kirishima started softly. “The stars... were much better than this.” He let out with a soft scoff. He opened his eyes once more, his gaze of a beautiful ruby red, looked up at the stars almost waiting for something more. “There were so many stars in the sky, that at night, you would hardly need a flame to see. The moon and stars were so big and beautiful, every night was like a festival of stars.” He reached a hand up and swiped it over the sky over the both of you. Just then a shooting star came flying by.

You gasped. “Kiri!” You let out excitedly. “It’s a shooting star! Make a wish.” You said as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you made a wish for yourself.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Make a wish?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Mh.” You opened your eyes done with your wish. “It’s said if you make a wish on a shooting star then it could come true.” You told him. “Don’t dragons worship the stars?”

“Uh...” Kirishima hesitated to respond to that. “We do, but it’s different. We pray to the god the Starry Flame, but we believe that the stars in the sky are dragons that have passed from this world and have return to live amongst the Starry Flame in the heavens.”

You looked up at the stars with a new light. You hummed. “That sounds comforting.” You spoke softly. “I don’t think we humans have that.” You told him. “But if we did, I think I would feel better knowing I could see my family in the stars after the plague.” You expressed to him, more for yourself than for him. Kirishima turned to you worried. He was always worrying about you. Especially when he found out that besides Toshinori, you would basically be alone. Before he could have time to do so, you turned to look at him with a forced smile on your face. “What about your family? Do you remember anything more about them?” You asked.

That’s when Kirishima truly hesitated. He pushed himself up as he looked down away from you. His red eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. He didn’t want to have this talk so soon, but it seems like it everything had a time and place. He sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he tried to find the words to tell you.

Your own eyebrows furrowed as you sat up as well. You looked to him worried. You placed your hand over his in the grass. “Kiri...” You spoke softly. You didn’t receive an answer. “Eijiro... I’m sorry if I touched a sensitive subject for you, I-”

“No, it’s not that.” He told you honestly. He tilted his head back to you. He waited a few seconds before facing you again fully. “Y/N...” He looked sad as he continued to talk to you. “My family... my parents... their alive, on Dragon Island. Or at least the last time I remember them being there.”

Your face brightened up at the happy news. “Well that’s amazing!” You smiled. “That means you can go find them, probably. It mean-”

“But what about you?” He asked interrupting you as his hand took your smaller one fully in his own, swallowing your small hand in his grasp. He looked at you seriously.

You looked down at your joined hands before looking back up at him. You tried to force a smile and a shrug. “What about me?” You asked him.

“I... I don’t want to leave you.” He told you honestly, looking down away from you with furrowed brows. “I really don’t want to leave without you.” His voice was soft and raw and honest. Your eyes widened in surprise at his confession. “I couldn’t have been so safe and looked after if it weren’t for you opening up your home and life to me. I... I don’t think I even wanted to remember anything about myself when there is you in my life to consume my days.” He smiled softly, that smile that always made your heart race and butterflies' storm in your stomach. “But... I know that there are responsibilities and people waiting for me back there...” He stated truthfully looking down away from you. “And you can’t leave Toshinori or the farm here either...”

You hesitated to speak as it once again descended into silence between the two of you. The clearing of dandelion flowers amongst the both of you, settled back into silence. “So... you’re leaving.” You spoke softly. He nodded his head sullenly.

You frowned but you turned to him. Deciding to take a risk. You brought a hand up to his face, forcing him to face you. You looked up at him, making sure to keep your eyes locked on him. You carefully went up onto your knees moving closer to him. Kirishima didn’t move unless you moved him. He didn’t say anything as he stared up at you as you straddled his waist. His eyes wide and his pupils dilated to look up at you with uncertainty and yet he wanted everything you were willing to give him. You both just stared at each other for a moment, your hearts beating fast and your hold on each other certain.

“Then... lets make the most of now.” You whispered down to him, placing both your hands to cup his face.

He placed a hand over one of your own. He closed his eyes for a moment, just a moment, before opening them once more to find your lips just a mere inch away from his. “Y/N...” He whispered. He smiled softly. “I guess it can’t be helped then.”

Not letting you respond, he wrapped his arms around you tighter as he filled the space between the both of you. Pushing his body up to meet yours. His skin was like fire against yours. Warm and comforting. It lit and unleashed the tension between the both of you in a way you couldn’t describe. You kissed him with all of your heart, trying to reach him closer than you already were to him. Kirishima placed his hands on your hips holding you down to him. You moved back for air for only a moment, and Kirishima was chasing your lips again. Moving to kiss you and hold you tighter. He felt like you were too far still. He didn’t want to drift away from you. You were the one certainty in his whole life right now that he just couldn’t bear to be wrenched away from.

He pulled your hips down closer to him. Your hands moved down his face, down his neck to his chest. You balled up the material of his tunic in your hands as you tried to chase the burning passion in your heart for him. You sighed, arching your back into him, feeling the tension and need start to build up in your body. “Eijiro...” You whispered to the heavens as his mouth moved down to your neck. He could feel the rushing of your heartbeat and pulse on his lips. His hands moved underneath your shirt. His calloused hands moved around your soft skin, feeling you underneath him. He sighed against your skin almost as if it was relief to touch you. You found yourself moving your hips around trying and searching for pleasure in his grasp. Everything felt too hot for you and yet not hot enough. You moved on of your hands into his thick locks of red hair, feeling the way he sucked on your neck, leaving marks on your skin.

Kirishima moved his hands up your body to your chest, grabbing and squeezing where he could. If this was the time he could hold you and be with you, he was going to treasure and feel as much as he could. A soft groan came out of Kirishima as your grinding had ended up down against his restricted hard cock. He bit his bottom lip as you seemed to also enjoy the place you were in on top of him. He didn’t stop your hips nor your movement, letting his hands feel your insistent gyrating of your hips. Kirishima wanted so much, but he didn’t want to be greedy. He didn’t want to just take and yet he knew you wouldn’t stop him. Yet he was holding back so much from instincts taking way.

He knew that just as much as him, you wanted to be closer. You wanted him to consume your every space and every being. He was a being unlike any other to you, in his personality, in the way he loved and in his entire existence. You looked back down at him, moving your lips to the top of his head as you cradled his head, holding onto his hair. “Eijiro... I want you.” You whisper.

Kirishima, breathless from your constant grinding down on his crotch, looked up at you. “A-are you sure?” He asked you, wanting and needing to be careful. “I need you to be honest with me. If you aren’t’ comfortable, we can stop.”

You nodded your head to him with a smile, certain. “Yes.” You told him. “Please.”

He smiled moving his hands down your chest down to your pants. He very easily hoisted you up off him and yanked them right off of you. You giggled at his rather adamant actions. Holding you safely in his lap, he moved his fingers down into your underwear, to your glistening wet sex. He pushed a single finger in making you whimper as you gripped onto him hard at the sudden intrusion. It wasn’t as though you didn’t pleasure yourself, so it wasn’t too much of an adjustment, but it sure felt intrusive with how thick his finger was.

Kirishima groaned out at the warm wet feeling of your sex wrapped around his finger. He huffed as he tried to work you open and focusing on giving you pleasure. You hummed as you gripped harshly on his shoulders. Kirishima moved a finger up to your clit, making round circle against it. Immediately he felt you jolt against him at the sudden increase of pleasure. With one hand keeping your thighs spread and messaging your inner thigh, the other gave you pleasure like none you could give yourself. Slowly but surely, he eased more and more of his thick fingers inside you, which only made holding in your moans and gasps harder.

You moved your hands down to tug on his shorts. You wanted them off. You wanted them off immediately and Kirishima found it humorous. However, he could often hardly ever deny you anything you wanted. He carefully turned the both of you over so that you could lay down in the grass below him. You gasped as he slid his fingers out of you. You watched as some dandelions flew into the air above you as Kirishima took off his own clothes to match your bare state. It was something out of a fantasy with how surreal it was and how mesmerised you were with the scene around you.

Kirishima found himself caging you underneath him. One strong hand planted down in the grass near you to support his weight off of you, while the other moved your thigh to wrap around his waist. You did as he wanted, wrapping your legs around him, wanting to pull him in closer.

You finally looked down and tensed up immediately. “Oh dear gods.” You whispered.

“What?” Kirishima asked.

You stared down at his cock, rethinking if you were still sane. “E-eijiro, It... will you fit?” You asked him as you stared down at his thick cock in his hands. You had truly never seen anything like it before in your life. You knew that he was slightly different in anatomy sometimes, knowing he could spring wings from his back and a tail as well, but you never truly thought of if he would be different down there as well. It didn’t differ much from a human cock other than the abnormal thickness, size and the subtle ridges to it that you knew you would feel deep inside you.

Kirishima innocently looked at you wide eyed. He didn’t really think much about that, but then again he did already stretch you out. He looked down at his cock then back at your folds. He gulped trying to fight off the urge of just ramming into you and watching as your sex swallowed up his cock. He then gave you a hopeful smile that made you laugh. “Lets find out.”

Before you could comment, you arched your back with a gasp as you felt him push into you, the head of his cock thick and intruding already into your tight hole. You arched your back off the ground as Kirishima dropped his head at the heavenly feeling of you. He bit down a moan as he slowly pushed inside you, your thighs slightly shaking. You let out a high-pitched whine as you covered your mouth with your hand, biting down a cry at the stretch. “Eijiro!”

Kirishima immediately littered kisses to your neck trying to console you. He tried whispering sweet nothings and praises to you for doing such a good job taking his cock all inside you. You hadn’t even realised that you had managed to do that with how blinded by pain and pleasure swirling around you, everything felt. You felt as though you could barely breathe, as if you could feel him all the way in your stomach. You hiccupped as you tried to console yourself with the overwhelming feeling of him.

“F-fuck...” Kirishima let out a dragon whine at the tight feeling of your sex holding him in a vice grip. His hand gripped your thighs tightly with bruising strength. He groaned as he tried to relax but with your walls pulsating and fluttering around him, it was becoming harder and harder to do so. “Please... please can I... Can I move?”

You nodded, unable to speak like this. “Y-ye-AH!”

Every thrust in and out of you, you could feel the way the ridges of his cock gently scrapped against your soft walls making you moan at the extra stimulation that made up for the way he had practically bullied his cock inside of you. You moved your hands to his back as you dug your nails into him, gripping onto him. You moaned freely into the air as he slowly but surely thrusted in and out of you.

Kirishima groaned. “Sh-shit. You’re... you’re so perfect.” He whispered as he placed kisses to your neck and jaw. Even though his instincts shouted at him to take you, rough and hard like dragons did, he wanted to savour you. He wanted to enjoy this for however long it would last. He wanted to hold you and make you feel as big and beautiful as the stars above looking down at the both of you.

The building tension in your abdomen was tight and held as you clawed down Kirishima’s back. You gasped and mewled at all the pleasure he was gifting to your body. Being connected to him felt mind numbing but at the same time made you feel as though a fire was lit on the inside of your body. You moaned as you squeezed your eyes closed in ecstasy. “Eijiro.” You cried out as you opened your eyes to look up at him.

He smiled down at you. You were so beautiful like this. Breathless, wanting and loving. He brought his forehead against your own, closing his eyes alongside you. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You whispered back.

Unexpectedly, with a well aimed thrust you felt yourself clamp down on him hard. You gasped as you let out a silent cry. Your body shaking at the orgasm that hit you sudden and hard. Feeling your sex tighten around him and Kirishima was following you shortly after. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as a shiver ran down his back. He held onto you tightly almost afraid he would float away during his high. Hot amounts of cum filled you up making you feel impossibly fuller. You whined at the feeling, as you wrapped your arms around him lovingly.

The both of you stayed in the dandelions, holding each other and kissing each other’s skin as if you were the only two people in the world that mattered.

Just underneath the stars and amongst the dandelions.

You remembered every interaction with him so vividly. Even as you lay in the field of dandelions once more, staring up at the stars. You hadn’t seen him in over a year. He had left, much with a broken heart from you, but you told him you would be fine. You told him to go be safe and go home. To go live his life with others like him and love every minute of it. Of course, you meant every word, but you also said it to console your aching heart.

You droned yourself in work and chores and apples, to try and make it a bit easier knowing he was far away. But even as you stared up at the sky right now, you hoped he was staring right back at the same stars you were seeing now.

“Hey...” You sat up in the dandelion field and turned your head. Standing not too far away from you was a dragon, with red long cascading hair and round ruby eyes. He held a red apple in his large hand and looked down at you softly. “Is this yours?”

You smiled as tears came to your eyes, hoping this wasn’t just a dream.

“Probably.”

-Glitch1d

Thank you all so much for going on this adventure with me! Its been a fun Monstertober Week and I am so happy you all enjoyed it. Tell me in the comment section! It really makes my day and I love to interact with you guys when I can. <3

Also... Happy birthday Kiri!<3

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“Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female Reader (yandere)

Dedicated to @tasty-ribz, based on the song Black Wedding by In This Moment (feat. Rob Halford).

CW: female aligned reader. reader and Secondo are hinted to have an age gap. reader is a virgin. yandere themes. mentions of blood. mentions of masturbation. brief description of sex and masturbation (mostly Secondo's fantasies, really). mentions and descriptions of rituals. religious themes. loss of virginity. ritualistic blood drinking. blood kink. corruption kink. slight cum kink. mentions of pregnancy. Secondo is kind of a perv here. kinda dom & sub themes. badly translated latin, translation in the end (google translate).

i. i would've loved you for a thousand years

i would've died for you

Secondo Emeritus was a man who sought out entertainment. Usually it was nothing too serious, a night with a Sibling of Sin or a fan... Sometimes even a Ghoul or Ghoulette, if he was really bored. He was a passionate man, one who would sometimes get bored so much that he would randomly choose a Sibling to seduce, purely for the sake of the small thrill he would get out of that. It was one of the few things he had in common with his father and younger brother.

This was a similar case. He held a black mass for his believers, scanning the crowd for someone to kill his boredom. And then his gaze fell on you. He's never seen you before. You were probably new, fresh blood.

And you were so beautiful, your body tightly wrapped by the habit you wore. It was probably you first sermon, considering how you'd quickly follow what everyone else was doing. When everyone else knelt, you'd quickly kneel too. If they stood, you'd stand up. If they sat down, you'd sit as well, your eyes switching between him and the Siblings around you. How adorable.

He observed you for weeks, watching you slowly get a grasp of when to do what and for whatever reason, he felt proud. As if he was the one to teach you.

He took some time discreetly pulling the right strings to find out information about you. And with every information he wanted you more. You were innocent in so many ways, in body and mind. And that alone was enough to make him hard as he read about you. His arousal was so strong it almost hurt. He had to wave the Ghouls that brought the information away, just so he could let his cock out to deal, with the impatient erection that wished it could be kept warm stuffed deep inside you.

As he used his hand to please himself, he wondered if you've ever masturbated or if you've seen someone do it. According to the intel he received, you got flustered at the very mention of anything sexual, so he doubted you've ever even seen a single porno. It made him chuckle to himself as he imagined you kneeling in front of him, looking at him with wide, slightly nervous eyes. Would you make a sound of he came all over your face? An adorable little squeak perhaps? Just how cute would that be? What if some of his seed got on your cute pink tongue? Would you cringe at the taste? You probably would, but just how endearing would you look?

He'd love to to stroke your cheek, soothing you as you mewled, too intimidated by the presence of a Papa to wipe your face. Your innocent look would be enough to quickly make him hard again, just to slowly make you open your mouth to give you a proper taste. He could almost see the tears running down your perfect, red cheeks as you choked on his cock.

It truly was a sight to die for.

ii. i would've sacrificed it all, my dear

i would've bled for you

Was it truly so selfish of him to wish you were his and his alone? If it was so bad, someone would've surely stopped him, would they not? If he was such a monster, he would be stopped. But he wasn't.

Nobody stopped him from speaking to you and charming you. Nobody stopped him from inserting himself into your life and slowly taking it over. Nobody stopped him. They had months to stop him, but they didn't.

And now there you were, your naked body on his bed, your eyes wide open and innocently looking up at him. You were nervous, he knew. But you were just so sweet as you pressed your cheek against his palm, seeking comfort. He couldn't help himself, he wanted to keep you nervous just a little longer.

He gave you the softest of smiles, leaning in closer until your lips were almost touching. He could feel your breath shaking, but he wanted to wait just for a few more seconds. He was curious if you'd be brave enough to kiss him. If you'd be brave enough to kiss him on your own, at least just once. But not yet.

He has kissed you many times before. He'd hold your chin, making you look up at him and give you sweet, gentle kisses. Ones that would comfort you, but also make you feel dominated. Whenever his lips were on yours, he'd have your complete attention, nothing else mattered. And he knew that. He knew that and he used that to his advantage.

He did so this time, too. Closing the distance between your lips and his as he stroked your cheek soothingly with his thumb, guiding you to close your pretty eyes and let him have full control over you. You kissed him back, of course. You would always follow his lead, like a good girl. Oh, such a good girl you were...

He loved how obedient he made you. How over just a few short months he got you to fall in love with him. To completely trust him, even now, when you were so scared of what he wanted to do.

He understood. You were young. You were innocent.

But now you were his. You were finally completely his, offering your innocence to him. And of course, he took it without hesitation. Slowly but surely, his cock made its way inside you. And he savored the feeling of your sweet cunt embracing him as you held onto him. You whimpered, clinging to him. A few tears fell as you quietly muttered over and over that it hurt.

And he comforted you. He rubbed soothing circles on your back, hushing you quietly and kissing your cheek. He was there for you, he was your support, your lover and right now, he was the most important person in your life. Just as he wished when he saw you at his sermon.

And now he got to take your virginity. To make you bleed for him. And he will forever cherish the sight of the few blood drops on his sheet.

iii. 'til death do us part

you were unholy right from the start

There was something endearing in the way you looked as you knelt there, right in front of him, completely naked. You were just as anxious you were before, on the night he took your innocence. And all the other nights he got to have you.

He made a choice a while ago. He knew just how much he wanted you. And he had you now, yes. He owned your heart, your mind and your body. And he proved his ownership over you time and time again as he made you cry out his name at night. He had proof of it all.

The bruises his fingers left on your thighs nearly tattooed on your skin.

The marks his teeth left on on your neck, as if a starved vampire bit all over it to feed.

The hickeys on your chest and stomach, the gentlest of his markings, decorating your skin in such a pretty pattern that only he understood.

Yes, you were his. He knew that well. He didn't doubt your loyalty to him, your eyes were always focused on him, and even if they wondered, all it took was a snap of his fingers, and your attention was back on him again. A few kisses was all it took for you to forget whatever distracted you. He trained you well.

And now here you were. Your head tilted back to look at him, even if he did not offer you a single glance, instead watching the chalice as it slowly became filled with the blood from the cut on his palm. When he decided there was enough, he moved his hand above your head, holding your chin with the other one to tilt it back even more.

He let his blood slowly drip on your forehead, observing you blinking fast as you hoped none of it would get in your eyes. He offered you the faintest of smiles, one so discreet noone else would see it. His fingers slowly went to stroke your cheek as he observed a bit of blood dripped from your face down to your chest, running down between your breasts.

"Hac nocte, sub luna pleni, animam tuam vendico. Nunc te meum tuli, et tu me tuum." he spoke quietly. He knew you had no idea what his words meant, he didn't even give you a clue before. All you got to know was that he wanted you. After all, you didn't need to know much else, there was no reason to worry your innocent self about it. No, it would corrupt your innocence, and he'd hate that. He wanted to be the only one to corrupt you, to make you cry tears of pleasure every night. He wanted all of your attention on him, at all times. He wanted you to be his. Just his. "Tu et ego nunc unum sumus. Animae nostrae coniunctae sunt, numquam separandae. Tu mei, sicut tui."

He moved the chalice to your lips, tilting it so you'd drink his blood. He saw you cringe at the taste, but you would never disobey him, so you did your best to get all the red liquid down your throat, taking small sips.

As soon as you drank it all, he pulled you by the arm so you'd stand up. And you did, immediately moving to kiss him. He allowed you to, of course. He didn't care if the blood on your chin stained his facepaint red. He would never deny himself the taste of your lips.

iv. it's a nice night for a black wedding

He loved getting to feel you against him, even if your touch was limited by his robes and your wedding gown. You looked so beautiful, the moonlight shining on your skin and the dark fabric wrapped around your skin.

You didn't get a white dress, no. He didn't want you to have a white dress, and you agreed. You always agreed with him, trained so well to please him. He sometimes wondered if you realized just how much control he had over your mind, how he changed you so easily. How he made your world revolve around him.

But it didn't matter. You don't have to know such unimportant things. He was completely fine with you only paying attention to him. After all, you were his. Tonight he has claimed you completely.

Over months, he took your mind, slowly and subtly reshaping your worldview to depend on him completely. You had your own thoughts, of course. But you were conditioned to always come back to him, to always think about him. Your thoughts would always go back to the man holding you right now.

Then he took your virginity. He took your body, learned all about it. All your weaknesses. And he used them. He had experience in sex and used it all to please you. To make you yearn for him. After all, who else could take care of you like he did? Nobody. He knew everything about your body, he knew where to touch, where to kiss or bite. He knew exactly how hard and how fast to fuck you to make you cry and cling to him all night.

Next, he claimed your soul, connecting the two of you forever. He ensured your heart would always bring you back to him, even if your mind would somehow break free of his bonds. You'd always love him just as much as he loved you.

And now he got to claim you as his wife, holding you in his arms. It was a matter of days before your stomach would swell with his child. Yes, you were his completely.

And how delighted he was to have you...

Translations:

Hac nocte, sub luna pleni, animam tuam vendico. Nunc te meum tuli, et tu me tuum. - This night, under the full moon, I claim your soul. I have now taken you as mine, and you have taken me as yours.

Tu et ego nunc unum sumus. Animae nostrae coniunctae sunt, numquam separandae. Tu mei, sicut tui. - You and I are now one. Our souls have been combined, never to be separated. You belong to me as I belong to you.

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