#rv scenarios

[ourdadai]

ᨳ̲ seulgi ( red velvet ) lockscreens

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[revelwrittenscenes]

Good Enough

Idol: Joy (Red Velvet)

{ Angst, Fluff }

Summary: It’s not easy being in a relationship with your school’s it-girl. Especially with so many people vying for her attention.

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Note: Hello, hello! Excited to put out a new Joy fic, based on a request which I lost. *Face palm* Hope y’all enjoy!

“Hey you two!” You watched your girlfriend embrace the students. Both had smiles that were just a little too bright for your liking.

Joy, being the social butterfly that she is, was willing to talk to just about anybody that approached her. That was what made her so magnetic. At least, that’s what you assumed.

It also didn’t hurt that she looked like she’d escaped from a fashion magazine.

You never imagined that Joy’s beauty would bother you but here you were. Dating the school’s it-girl had its perks for sure but having to share your girlfriend wasn’t easy.

Falling for Joy was never in your plans. But it had certainly been in hers.

When you first met her, you had wanted to get as far away from her as possible. You knew being with a girl like that would only bring trouble and you hadn’t wanted to get sucked in.

She was beautiful and you wanted nothing to do with it.

And besides, you couldn’t possibly be her type, so why entertain such silly thoughts?

Little did you know, you were exactly her type and she made sure to let you know it.

...

“Wow, you’re even hotter up close.”

These had been the first words Joy had said to you. You’d been assigned as partners for a class project and she’d come to sit beside you.

“Uh...” Not the most eloquent response, but it was the best you could do.

“I’m Joy. I don’t think we’ve officially met.”

You shook your head.

“It’s Y/N, right?”

You nodded.

Huh, you had thought to yourself, she knows my name.

“Of course I know your name!” She laughed, noticing the confused expression on your face.

“Right!”

...

After that day you hadn’t stood a chance. Joy was charming, funny, and intelligent. She wasn’t the arrogant party girl you had expected her to be.

She’d asked for the key to your heart, and you had gladly given it to her.

Up until a few weeks ago you had been content with her having this key, but lately it seemed like she had forgotten she had it.

Every day some idol-looking guy or girl would come up to you, asking you about her. What kind of flowers did she like? Did she like chocolate? Was she single?

The look on their faces when you told them she was your girlfriend was always disheartening. Not even in your AP Philosophy class did you see so much confusion on someone’s face.

It was worse on dates.

Every person that tried to hit on her was rewarded with friendly conversation from Joy. Great for them, not so great for you.

It had come to a point that if Joy got to talking with someone, you knew the date was over and resigned yourself to being the third wheel.

Not one to bring up problems or conflict, you pushed your feelings of annoyance down along with that tiny yet still present fear of inadequacy. It wasn’t until you were pushed to your limit that you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Joy was being her flirty and charming self, making you feel like the luckiest person on earth. She had her arm wrapped under yours, leaning slightly against you and pressing kisses to your face, here and there.

But like moths drawn to a flame, a group of older boys approached you and your girlfriend. Joy greeted them with a smile but with the way they were side eying you, you knew you were unwanted. So, you kept walking.

“Y/N! Wait up!” You heard Joy’s footsteps coming after you, but you continued.

“Y/N, wait!”

You stopped with a huff. “What is it Joy? Your suitors back there not good enough for you?”

She looked taken aback.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean even though you’re my girlfriend, I feel like I’m your damn chaperone whenever we’re out in public together!”

“Chaperone? You’re not serious, are you?” Joy said incredulously.

“Oh, I am dead serious, Sooyoung.” She flinched at the use of her name.

“You let everyone in, let everyone take away my time with you, everyone!” You held back tears. “Obviously I’m not enough for you!”

Joy gasped. “How can you say that?”

She grasped your hands tightly in hers, looking pleadingly into your eyes.

“Y/N, please believe me when I say you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Really?” You looked up at her, your eyes shining.

“You are more…than enough for me.” Her voice broke. “And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel you weren’t.”

She pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, I was just…scared of what might happen if I did.” You murmured.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to hide anything from me, Y/N. You can talk to me.”

You sighed. “Deep down, I know that. But my insecurities were eating me alive, Joy.”

“Well, I’ll just have to show you how perfect you are for me then.” She said, before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

The group of boys, who had been watching from afar, decided to use this moment to interrupt once again.

“Hey Joy! As we were saying, we wanted to invite you to-”

“Sorry,” you interrupted. “But I need to walk my girlfriend to class before we’re both late.”

He quickly shut his mouth, looking at the rest of his friends in confusion.

Arm in arm you walked away, a smug smile on your face and a proud one on Joy’s.

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[fourseasonscomeandgo]

irene gf headcanons

TW: cursing, mentions of death

at the start, it was hella awkward

she didn't even acknowledge you, you were just someone else in the room

but you were INFATUATED

you gave it all so you would get the smallest sign of attention from her

there wasn't way of flirting with her without it being the weirdest

she's not stupid, she knew you were flirting, she just didn't really care

UNTIL

she was alone with you, so she forcefully had to have a conversation with you

she felt so comfortable, you made her laugh and understood her, the words would just flow

now it wasn't just curiosity what you made her feel, you gave her a reason to give you a chance

we almost lost you the moment she proposed to go out sometime

she just felt in the right place, in the right moment with you, she felt at ease, and irene NEVER feels like that

so you instantly became special to her, and she decided to get to know you better

you were getting to know each other better FOR THE LONGEST TIME

but you were comprehensive that it was necessary for her so she would trust you

still, joy had to force you into asking her to be your girlfriend

she said yes, thankfully

irene's love language is DISSING YOU

prepare to have your self esteem destroyed

you made fun of the way she walks ONCE and you almost got single

that didn't stop you from the amount of bullying you did to her when zimzalabim went out

you lowkey liked it tho, just didn't let anyone know

she's not someone to share her feelings, but you helped her understand how useful and healing is to let it all out and be listened, cared about, so now you're her biggest support

she trusts you so so so much, really, if you let her down yeri and joy are breaking you into pieces

she haves such a hard time touching you...

physical demonstrations of love are something that doesn't match irene, so she's very subtle with it

fixing your hair, holding onto your arm, hugging you while you both wait on the line to get your take out, slightly hitting your arm when you say something cheesy or make her laugh

so that makes you the kisser

you just kiss her all the time cause she's so gorgeous, adorable and her lips looks so red and kissable aaaaaaaaaaaa

pecking her lips after she laughed cause her laugh is your favorite sound

she loves when you get touchy, even if she's not that much like that

you have no idea how this woman's brain works

she's just so random but so organized at the same time, and that creepy sixth sense of hers, fascinating

you're a jealous disaster like 79% of the time

cause you go by god taylor swift who once wrote "i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you"

irene loves this

it makes her remember how desperately in love you're with her

she would never make it obvious tho

she's a jealous disaster too

she would never make it obvious tho

in this relationship you are the bugs chaser, the animal repeller, the men distancer

the queen's protector

she sometimes speaks in satoori to you, when she's distracted or mad. she only speaks satoori with her family, and you're her family

if she's hot already, she gets even hotter when she's speaking satoori

stream hot by seventeen

yeri hates you

well, not really, she just likes annoying the shit out of you cause she can't believe someone hooked her unnie's heart

so she just HAVES to give you a hard time

but secretly she's so relieved and happy that irene's dating someone that loves her so much and would do anything for her

sometimes she forgets she's not your mother

cleans your place, irons your clothes, cooks for you all meals super healthy cause she says you eat so bad and that's gonna kill you and she can't have her future spouse dying

she's the one you go for advice ALWAYS, cause she's just so brutally honest and realistic

do i have to clarify that her love language are acts of service?

when you do small things for her that shows her you're thinking of her even if you don't say it out loud, that's her favorite way you show her love

like when you send food while they're practicing, send her a song that reminded you of her, text good morning first thing when you wake up, do something just cause you know she'll want you to do it

she wants to create a home with you

irene is a sucker for romantic stuff

so you cook for her and make a romantic dinner sometimes, give her flowers, take her on a getaway full of those cheesy stuff you watch on movies, etc

you call her "baby" and she pretendes it cringes her out, but actually her heart does backflips when you call her that

she calls you "love", cause that's what you are to her

—O—O—

she the love of my life for real, irene acknowledge me please

—ica.

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[fayeforrosie]

I Will Love You

Irene x Reader

Irene knows your struggling. She knows that your mental health is challenging you. So, she decided shes going to try and help you the best she can, only to find out that she's fallen deeply in love with you.

The first moment you saw Irene you hadn’t really thought much of her. Sure, she was pretty, and smart, and was kind enough to help tutor you in math, the subject in which you struggled the most in. However, with all the astonishing things that came with this beautiful woman, your heart just couldn’t feel anything for her... or anyone. It wasn’t like you didn’t like her, not at all, however with everything that you were going through, it was just too hard to actually find room in your heart to love someone. 

Irene knew that you were struggling in your classes before you even knew who she was. Furthermore leading her to the decision of going up to you and finally saying something about helping you with some of your classes. You told her you would think about it, as there is many things on your plate and you don’t believe that you would even have the time to meet up with her, nonetheless, by the end of the day you hunted her down around the campus to tell her that you would do it, but only every other day for an hour. 

On the days that you met, Irene was very soft with you and you found comfort in just talking to her. She was of great help and even assisted in boosting your math grade up from a D to a B-, which was “a great start” as Irene would say. 

On the days where you wouldn’t meet up, Irene spent almost her entire day planning a sort of “lesson” for you and would even go to the extent of making various worksheets on her computer and printing them out for you to do with her. Sometimes she would make them a little longer just so she could be with you, and sometimes she would purposefully give harder questions so you would ask her about it and she would be able to talk to you a little more. 

You didn’t speak much to Irene. You weren’t the one to speak at all really, rather your body language would give a hint at your mood for the day. Irene knew this, and didn’t push you much to speak, however she did push you academically, knowing that you needed it. 

It didn’t take Irene long to notice that you were seriously struggling with a sort of mental disorder, however she didn't ask you about it and just kept the knowledge to herself. It hurt her to know that you where struggling so much, especially when evidently knowing that she was in complete love with you.

Everything about you she was in love with. The way your face would scrunch when you where struggling with one of the problems that she had given you. The way you would struggle to keep yourself awake during some of the sessions and she would have to encourage you by giving you all the reasons why the lesson mattered. She loved how shy you would get when you listened to the abundance of compliments that she would toss your way, knowing that you didn’t receive many in your life. 

After about two months of Irene tutoring you, you ultimately came to the conclusion that you had grown feelings for her as well. You weren’t comfortable with saying you were in love with her yet like Irene knew she was, however you knew that she was the only special person in your life that could recieve these sort of feelings from you. Nevertheless, you only kept these feelings to yourself, and although you started acting a bit more comfortably around Irene, you never shared how you felt about her, nor have you thanked her for everything she’s done with you. She knew you were thankful, she could tell, however she still contemplated over the thought of if you even loved her as a friend.

No matter how many negative signs you gave about your feelings, Irene still continuously put all her time and effort into making you feel better. She would often stay up until early morning, simply researching facts about how to encourage someone to talk about their feelings more, or how to help someone who is struggling with a mental disorder. She learned many facts about depression that she didn’t know, and took those deeply into consideration. 

It seemed, as the tutoring sessions went on, that Irenes entire life now just revolved around you, and she was completely fine with it. 

Irene had dreams of waking up by your side and making you breakfast before you woke up, subsequently bringing it to you in bed, where she would lay a sweet kiss on you cheek, and then lips, and you would wake up with a smile to the pancakes she had made you. When in bed, Irene would pretend that you were next to her, sleeping peacefully in her arms, knowing that everything was going to be ok.

That’s all she wanted. 

-

One day, when meeting with Irene for a study session, you noticed that she was not in the usual spot where you two would meet up at for the past five months. Curious, you looked around the library and found her reaching for a book from one of the shelves. Irene felt your presence, and turned to see you looking up at her with a face written of confusion. You didn’t say anything, but only stood there and watched as she finally got hold of the book that she was reaching for. 

“Oh y/n, I was waiting for you to come”, she moved a bit closer to you, the book in hand. “This book will help for your history test coming up, if you want we can sit down here and I can read it to you”, Irene said with an anticipating smile. You only nodded and sat beside her on the carpet, watching as she flipped to the first page of the book. 

Irene noticed how close the two of you were, picking up on the increase of her heartbeat while she tried her best to keep her composure. 

Irene began to read the first page of the book she had at hand, reading a bit slower than she normally would because she knew that you had a hard time picking up on different information quickly. Irene was always considerate like that. She learned so many things about you over the past months, that she was able to adjust how she acted towards you to make you feel more comfortable. 

After the first chapter, Irene book-marked the page you were on and closed the book softly. You watched as she brought her attention to you, looking up into your eyes and holding a compassionate glare over you. You knew she was waiting for you to say something... maybe your opinion on the book, or what you were confused on. Not knowing what to say, you slowly raised your head. Now looking at her, you noticed things you hadn’t noticed before, such as her beautiful, soft pink lips, sealed together as she waited for you to speak. You noticed the slight blush dancing across her doughy cheeks, heating up by the second with each moment the passed by. 

For the first time in you life, you felt a feeling that you would have never thought you’d feel before... love. Everything that she did for you came back to you in a montage. All the nights she’d spend passed library hours just to help you understand a question on you assignment. All the times she would make you little study guides with little notes of encouragement next to each question. All of the consideration she would have for your mental illness, and how she would attend to your feelings and the effects of your health. 

Irene was there for you when you didn’t even know you needed someone, and now looking at her, you can’t help but feel so much for the girl in front of you. 

You couldn't admit that you were in love yet, however, you most certainly knew that there was room in your heart for her. You knew, just by looking into her eyes, that once you recover from your mental instability, she was going to be the one you loved. You knew that one day she will be the one that you will hold onto at night, knowing that everything would be ok.

From Irene’s perspective, she couldn’t tell at all of what you were feeling, but she knew that something was going on in your mind. She’s never seen this look on your face in her entire time with you, and she was scared to assume that it was something bad, or something that you couldn’t talk to her about. 

However, with all the mixed up feelings that were jumbled in her head, she was pulled away from your thoughts as she watched your face lean in closer to hers. Irene became nervous, thinking of what you were intending to do, and the endless possibilities that could happen at this exact moment. 

Subsequently, without a second thought, your lips pressed against hers mournfully for the most long-awaited kiss that Irene had dreamt of since the day she fell in love. Irene was in shock, however she felt an abundance of feelings all at once, and decided to just let them go at the moment. She closed her eyes, leaned in to you, and poured out all of the emotions that she was feeling into this life-changing kiss. 

Irene brought her hand up to your cheek, cupping it softly as she leaned in closer to you and kissed you desperately, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever. 

You brought your hand to her arm, holding it tightly so you wouldn’t fall back from the intensity of Irene’s kiss. You attempted to give the same intensity, and as a result, you brought your hand up from her arm and onto her shoulder to pull her impossibly closer and deepen the already fathomless kiss. 

After what seemed to be an eternity, however still to short for the both of your likings, you pulled away and opened your eyes, only to be met with a pair that spoke all of the things that you couldn’t bring yourself to say. Irene stared into your eyes with a look of desperate love. She couldn’t help but allow a tear to trickle down her red cheeks as she realized that her feelings were hopefully reciprocated. Irene thought of all the restless nights she’d spend just thinking of you and how desperate she was to just have you laying by her side, even for a moment. She had never thought that these hopeless thoughts were ever going to become a reality, however, in the moment, a flash of hope for the both of you leapt through the faltered air, and this spark of hope was the cause of Irene’s breakdown. 

Irene pulled you in, squeezing you as tight as she possibly could and used your shoulder as something to cry on. She dug her head deep into your neck, letting the endless emotions she had been feeling, all out at once. You held her close, scratching her back and whispering sweet nothings into her ear for a few minutes until she finally calmed down just a bit.

You felt a bit out of place when she finally looked back up into your eyes with her tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. You were never the person that someone would go to with their problems, as you never really knew how to deal with them yourself. Whenever someone would ask you for even just the slightest advice with something, your mind went blank and you would ultimately shake your head towards them and leave them standing wordlessly ahead of you. 

That’s why, holding Irene close to you as she stared into your eyes like there was no tomorrow, was something so unusual that you felt like passing away and never coming back to this moment again. Although you finally found the anguished feeling that you had long been looking for all this time, you still didn’t know what to do with them, so instead, you just stared back into her eyes and awaited what she was going to say. 

“Y/n”, she finally broke the silence, her voice sounding as though there was nothing left to it, broken from all of the crying she had done just seconds ago on your shoulder. You nodded your head and waited for her next words. 

“I...”, she paused and shook her head, debating on whether this was a good time to tell you that she was absolutely, deeply in love with you. “I... I’m sorry”, she resulted to saying. 

Your eyebrows furrowed before you responded. “What do you mean?” 

“I... I don’t know how to say this but I assume this is the right time to finally tell you...", Irene took a deep breath and prepared herself. “I’m in love with you Y/n. I am so, so in love with you. I have been since the day I met you, and every night I beat myself up knowing that I’ll never be strong enough to tell you, and things between you and me will never get past being friends. There has never been a day that has gone by where I don’t imagine a life with you and me in the future, together. I’ve wanted this for so long and now that it’s finally happening I really don’t know what to do. That’s why I cried. It’s cause I’ve just dreamt this moment for so long and it finally came, and I’m just so happy that I don’t know what to do or say. But now I do Y/n. Now I can tell you that I love you, and even if you don’t feel that strongly as I do for you, I will never, ever stop loving you. You are the best thing that’s happened to me Y/n. I really mean it when I say it. I love you, truly."

It took you a couple seconds to fully register Irene’s words. You have never known someone who has ever had feelings for you, never mind being in love.... and in addition to that, they are confronting their feelings to you in person. You felt captivated. Your emotions seemed to have emotions themselves. It was like those little characters in your head that controlled how you felt had decided to flee. You didn’t know what to say, because as you said, this has never, ever happened before. You weren’t even exactly sure how you felt about her. You had only just realized yourself that you had such deep feelings for her. Now, knowing that she was in love with you, you contemplated your own thoughts. Is there a chance that you really do love her as well? Are you only thinking this because she’s the only person who has ever given you this sort of attention, so now you feel obligated to feel the same? Maybe you don’t even like her. Maybe you only felt like this because she is the only person you have ever been close to. 

Pushing these thoughts aside to be worried about later, you finally gained the courage to just let your heart do the talking. You knew you liked her. You knew you wanted to be with her. All of the overthinking was just in your head, and you needed to let her know your true feelings. 

“I-Irene...”, you stuttered as you tried to gain confidence. This was your first time ever doing this, and hopefully your last. “I um... I have feelings for you as well. I don’t know exactly how I feel yet, but I just know that whenever I’m around you... I just want to stay there with you, forever. When you help me, and talk to me like I'm just a normal person, it really makes me feel loved. I’ve never had these feelings before, but I just know that they mean something good... something amazing. I hope, as we get more comfortable together, that I ultimately realize this fluttering feeling that I have inside is love. But... for now, all I can say is that I have feelings for you... and I hope you can understand and accept that. Everything is new to me. I didn’t even know I was capable of having these feelings, but here I am. Thank you Irene.” 

You looked into her eyes, both you and her had the utmost tears flowing down your blushed cheeks. The two of you hadn’t even notice that you both were crying, but you just let it happen. You let your feelings overcome you and expose something wonderful, and you were proud of yourself. 

“Y-Y/n...”, Irene smiled, her glass eyes squinting in happiness. She looked at your like a proud mother watching her daughter finally pass high school, except you knew that this was her way of showing love. You noticed that she would give this type of look to you often, and now, you realized what it meant. It meant she was in love. All this time when she would look into your beautiful eyes, she fell in love deeper, and you had just come to this realization. 

Irene wanted to say something, but she really couldn’t. Everything was just too perfect... so instead, she took your hand and led you to stand. Once upright, she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in to a tight, caring hug. 

You wrapped your arms around her waist and buried your head into her warm neck, smiling to yourself. As you held tight onto her body, letting all your troubles go and your tears flow freely from your closed eyes, you realized that you were home. Irene, the girl that you knew was there for you since you needed it, was the only person who could really, truly make you happy. 

"I will love you Irene... eventually... when I know I am capable of doing so."

~

Hi everyone!! This is my first fanfic on tumblr!! I hope you enjoyed!! I plan to write many more for many other idols!! Irene is one of my ult biases and I had this imagine stuck in my head for so long so I just had to share it with others haha. I have been struggling mentally for some time and felt that this was a good way to portray how I feel and how others may feel as well. If anyone out there who is reading this is struggling as well, please feel free to message me! :) If you have any recommendations or questions feel free to message me as well!! It's always open!! I really only write for girl groups so if you recommend a male idols I might not write it:(( But anyway... I hope everyone enjoyed, please follow for more as I will be posting often and will write all recommendations!!

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[ireneanon]

do you think irene would be into dacryphilia? what are your hcs on irene crying during sex?

men dni

is it something that she’s really into right now? not necessarily

with the right partner? yes, it would be more of a thing she realizes after a while.

Irene seems like she needs a while to get used to someone. she would want a partner she feels really comfortable with, someone she can completely trust and be herself around. I can see her being vanilla but I can also see her being very kinky with the right partner. she would love being completely used by her partner, knowing that her partner is enjoying themselves and that she’s the reason they feel so good. that only she can make her partner feel this good. she’d love her partner teasing and edging her to the point of tears making her feel so good that she cries. then lots of pillow talk and aftercare.

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[ggreactionsandscenarios]

I’d like Any cute fluffy Wendy (RV) scenario, please. The story is up to you. Lots of cute kisses please! Thanks

Wendy x Reader

Speed dating

Here you were again, attending a super cringe speed dating afternoon because of your older sister.

She kept forcing you to go to those things even though you repetitively expressed how much you hated it.

The guys went on and on, not one being slightly interesting and to be honest at some point you figured that your interest had been picked elsewhere.

A few tables away, towards the back of the coffee shop you were in, was a really cute girl. Dark hair, fair skin and beautiful smile, she seemed as bored as you and you noticed how the guy in front of her was the one who kept talking about how loaded he was when he talked to you.

You could feel her disgust from here.

"Ding !"

At every bell's sound the guys were to change tables (pretty misogynistic you thought).

As a new guy sat down you couldn't pay less attention to what he was saying, only pretending to listen by nodding which went unnoticed by him. Cis men sure have a way to talk to themselves.

As you were focused on the faraway table, you caught up on the fact she was about to have enough and almost ready to leave. She kept checking the time on her watch and throwing glance at the door, almost ready to run away at any moment.

As the bell rang, you rushed to her table, not even taking the time to bid goodbye to your so called 'date'.

When you got to her she was packing her things in her bag. You coughed to get her attention, making her bang her head against the table.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry !"

Without thinking you got to her side checked her head. When you realised that maybe you shouldn't do that for a stranger and it might make her uncomfortable. You took a step back, apologizing again, quite ashamed of how bad you messed up.

Because you were hiding your own embarrassment, you failed to notice the way her cheeks had turned red.

Before you both fell into an awkward silence, you tried to regain composure.

"Sorry can we try this again ?" You asked scratching the back of your head.

The girl gave you the sweetest smile, encouraging you to go on.

"I'm Wendy."

"I'm Y/N, I noticed you were getting ready to leave. I'd like to be your last date if you'll let me. I can let the guy obsessed with his Porsche be the last person you see on a date today."

She laughed at the comment.

"Oh my god, you got him too. I swear at some point I wanted to crash his porsche just to give him a reason to talk about it."

You both laughed at that, bonding over the fact that this man was a douch. When you laughs died down, she looked at you and smiled.

"And yes I'd like it if you were my last date, please take a sit."

You did and there you spent the best day ever.

You talked for hours not minding the bell, however at some point it had to come to an end.

All the other participants were getting ready to leave and you both looked at each other sadly. Clearly neither of you wanted to part ways, so you got idea.

"Would you maybe like to have a second date with me ? One with less bell ringing maybe ?"

"I'd love that actually."

You agreed to meet up the next day in front of this same coffee shop and ever since it became your meet up point.

Like today, for your 1st anniversary.

The only big change is that you never get greeted by a simple 'hello' anymore but rather by a love attack.

Wendy would indeed come running in your direction, tackling you in a hug and a good amount of kisses. Today was no exception.

"Let's go ?"

She denied your request.

"Not yet I still want to kiss you."

And she did, you only left for your date ten minutes later.

Based on a dream I had, hope you like it -Ael

#kpop girls #girl group #girlfriend #girl group scenarios #red velvet wendy #red velvet #red velvet scenarios #rv wendy #wendy red velvet #son wendy #rv seungwan

[vanilladaises-rp]

YANDERE BACKSTORY #1

BAE IRENE

• Irene Bae grew up in a very wealthy family, while she never got to know the love of her late mother she had her father who is a famous businessman in Gangnam.

• Even though her father was around, he never loved and care for her like one should. He was all about money and how instead of waiting for what you want, you should just take it instead.

• All he ever taught her was greed, power and dominance in order for her to have a successful business of her own, she never played with toys or was treated like a real kid. She only became what she was simply taught.

• Irene never had any friends in school either, in fact everyone was completely scared of her and was told to stay away due to her father’s power, one wrong move and he could entirely ruin someone’s life.

•It made Irene feel safe at first, but once her classmates fleeted once she entered a room, she felt scared and alone. She never had one to express this too either, her father would just call her weak and to just to ignore them.

• She wasn’t entirely alone, she was friends with her father’s friends daughters, Yeri, Seulgi, Joy & Wendy although she wouldn’t consider Wendy a friend at times, she’s more two faced than she looks.

•As Irene got older, instead of shuddering from other peoples scowls and screams, she took her father’s advice by making people fear her, instead of her fearing others. Soon she became the head bitch in the entire school.

•Irene had got everything she wanted, good grades, awards, dates and was allowed to ditch any classes. Even with all that, she wouldn’t stop. Irene always wanted and had to have more.

•Now when it comes to her love life, it was all about having sex with random guys. She’d threaten and manipulate them to sleep with her in exchange for what they wanted, scholarships, good report cards, money you name it. Irene had her own little sex business for awhile.

•That was until she met Junho. He was the new boy in school and everyone gawked over him. He was handsome, kind and such a gentleman which is something she wouldn’t usually go for, and she was everything he hated in a woman. Which is exactly why she had to have him

•Attracting Junho was harder than she thought, he had no desire to be sexual with her, which is all she knew. Instead, he taught her true love, feelings and kindness.

•Irene became such a different and better version of herself because of him, he made this once selfish arrogant women become genuine and caring. Irene had finally made friends and no longer felt alone.

•It would’ve stayed that way too, but then prom night came. Irene had got all dolled up for him, her chauffeur taking her to the venue. While pulling up, she saw Junho with another girl. A girl that was one of her new supposed “friends”

•Irene felt upset but most of all embarrassed, she rushed to confront him and her. He’d advise Irene that he manipulated her to believe he liked her but in the end fed her the same shame she’d served many times to others.

•Irene was livid seeing them together, she couldn’t focus on anything but tearing the two apart. She continued her night lurking in the shadows of the dance hall keeping a very steady eye on the two, waiting for the perfect moment to get her “friend” alone.

•Finally, she’d left the hall to take a trip to the bathroom, Irene followed quietly behind her. Once they were both in, Irene locked the door and killed the lights. Irene wasn’t entirely sure what her end game is here but she wanted to let hell rain on this girl til she was satisfied.

•Irene banged her head multiple times against the stall and sink, the girl wanting to cry out for help but Irene had already busted her lips terribly, putting them in too much pain to move

•After irene left her bloody body in the dark room, and fleeted the school. The next day her crime scene spread all over the news, once becoming titled the mysterious death of her town. Daddy’s little girl was also taught how to gather and dispose her evidence.

•Junho was crushed but also traumatized by her sudden death and something about that made Irene feel a new sense of power. She wanted to pay her respects to both families, first the girl’s than Junho’s

•She came knocking on his door explaining to his mom how the three of them were so close and great friends, she let Irene go up to his room, where he laid in tears.

•Irene cleared her throat, announcing her presence im the room. She closed the door for some privacy, “How pathetic, crying over a girl you barely knew” she said which made him shocked.

•He sat up and ordered her to leave but Irene only laughed, “You think you’re in charge here kitten? Tsk What a naughty boy” she teased pushing him back down, putting her hand over his mouth.

•Irene definitely reached a new point and even surprised herself a little, but she loved this new found dominance she had over him, “shh shh, it’s okay kitten. Im so sorry that mean girl is causing you so much pain and making you cry like this” she cooed caressing his cheek “but I’m here now, mommy will take care of you. I got rid of her for us”

•His eyes widened immediately and started to squirm under her touch, “stop fucking crying i said!” She spat smacking him, “listen clear kitten, I will kill anyone who gets in my way, so you better start obeying me if you know what’s good for you” she growled

•To scared to disagree the poor boy nodded, agreeing to her terms. It didn’t stop there, for weeks Irene clinge to his side, babying him and treating him like her pet. He hated it but didn’t want another soul to get hurt.

•After five months together, Junho could no longer handle her bullshit. She drove him insane to the point where he wanted to end it all and by morning, he was gone. Irene left him completely alone for the first time and she regrets it so much. Since then, she made a vow to herself to never, ever leave her kitten alone again.

(This took me all day and i still don’t like the ending 😭 but i really really enjoyed doing this and will do each idol eventually! Please request which one you’d like to see next! 🫶🏻)

#rv irene #headcanon #yandere #kpop headcanons #red velvet scenarios

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

Honestly the only reason why i haven't had a really bad night in like two months is cuz I've been living almost completely in the little worlds in my head where I'm cool and everything's okay

#i rotate between. one where i travel around in an rv with my friend. the classic im in a band. and like. fucking sixteen candles music video #im a silly little vampire okay. dont ask me about the future im busy imagining scenarios and thinking nice non suicidal thoughts #[insert cool original post tag] #whatever. im gonna look at dallon images and draw some guys

[clemmietimes]

it’s 10 years now and it’s finally time to admit the truth…

ben didn’t cause the bandits to show up, he simply just delayed the inevitable

#like those bandits were gonna show up eventually idk why they thought the motel was some military fortress #and it’s not like the group was unaware of the bandits they saw them first hand and the St. John’s told them who they were #and what their demands are and what would happen if they didn’t meet those demand #kenny had some pretty fucking stupid ideas but getting on the rv and as far away from the motel asap was one of his better ideas #honestly the only correct answer in this scenario #twdg #twdg season 1

[superbluebirdgirl]

Okay I don't wanna be a shipping drama person but I've seen some people refer to the stuff Jeff does to Abed in season 6 as "toxic yaoi" or "omg they're so chaotic uwu" and other stuff like that, and I'm sorry but that's always grossed me out given how the stuff Jeff does to Abed in that season lines up so much with abuse done to autistic people in the real world. Like I know that isn't people's intent or anything and I'm not trying to cancel anybody here, I just think it's really weird.

#like I just personally can't see one character imply that abuse should be used to make an autistic character act normal #whatever that even means #and also hit him while he's having an episode #and not be reminded of the various news stories of abusive parents and abusive special Ed teachers #yes I know Abed isn't a child but the circumstances are still really similar to that rv episode #like the progression of physical violence bubbling up due to someone's autistic traits #claiming the autistic person in the scenario is purposefully being difficult #the claims that Oh I Can't Help It They're Just So Weird And Hard To Deal With #it's way too close to real life for my taste #don't go harassing anyone on this post's behalf though #anti jabed #community

[mikadosis]

ask box is open!

hi again! thought it be good to let you know that my ask box is open and. i'm a bit lost on where to start lol </3.

my current ults are enhypen, stray kids, tomorrow x together, bts, lesserafim, twice, red velvet and j_ust.

i will soon be posting a full list of all groups i know and stan, but for now if you have any requests feel free to ask!

you can request an imagine with any of the mentioned members / groups, group reactions and timestamps with any member of any group.

aside from that, i will be working on aus, fake texts and more of such. :D

alternative to requesting:

if you'd like to see one or several of these prompts, please open my ask box and type the number + member (group) of choice!

! i will try to keep most of my work gender-neutral unless stated otherwise or requested specifically !

#kpop imagines #enhypen #bangtan #bts #stray kids #tomorrow x together #le sserafim #twice #red velvet #j_ust #skz #enha #txt #rv #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen oneshots #enhypen drabbles #enhypen ff #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enha fluff #enha scenarios #enha reactions #enha fanfic #bts fic #bts fluff #bangtan fanfic #bangtan imagines

[revelwrittenscenes]

Welcome

Idol: Seulgi (Red Velvet)

{ Fluff }

Request: Here

Summary: You are meeting your girlfriend’s group members for the first time, and you are feeling nervous.

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Note: Written for lovely anon that requested this. Thanks for requesting and much love to everybody!

“How does this shirt look? Does it look okay on me?” Before Seulgi could open her mouth to answer, you continued on. “Who am I kidding, it looks awful with these shoes.”

“Y/N, you shouldn’t worry too much! I know that whatever you wear, you’ll look cute.” She attempted to give you a kiss on the cheek, but you had already untangled yourself from her.

“That’s nice, Seulgi but these are your members we’re talking about. This is Red Velvet!” You paused to take a deep breath. “I’m meeting Red Velvet!”

“Are you forgetting that I’m part of Red Velvet too?” Seulgi pouted.

You gave her a look. “You’ve seen me with bedhead in the morning. They haven’t.” Seulgi pondered thoughtfully for a moment before heading to the closet and picking out some items.

“How about these?” You recognized the outfit as the one you had worn on your first date with Seulgi, a red shirt paired with jean bottoms and white shoes.

“You looked perfect in this on our first date. Besides, I know they’re gonna love you regardless of what you wear, just like I do.”

You took a deep breath. “Okay, I guess this is the one then.” Seulgi smiled and gave you a hug, patting your back in a soothing manner.

“Don’t worry! It’ll be great.”

. . .

“Everybody, this is Y/N!” Seulgi exclaimed excitedly. She wrapped her arm under yours and pulled you forward.

“Hi,” You began nervously, “I’m- ”

“Y/N! We finally get to meet you!” Wendy exclaimed, coming forward to give you a hug.

“Don’t hog Y/N all to yourself!” Yeri joined the hug, wrapping her arms around Wendy and you both. Irene simply watched with a smile, waiting for her members to calm down before speaking.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. We’ve heard a lot of good things from Seulgi.” Irene’s voice was as smooth as you had imagined.

“And Seulgi talks a lot about you.” Joy quipped.

Seulgi’s cheeks reddened lightly, prompting her member to snicker and poke her cheek. Seulgi turned to smack Joy in the arm, but Irene spoke, stopping them both in their actions.

“Welcome to the family, Y/N. I hope these kids won’t scare you off with their antics.”

“I’ve told you not to call me a kid in front of Y/N!” Seulgi whined. The members laughed and Wendy led you all to the couch.

“So tell us Y/N, how did you and Seulgi actually meet?” Everyone leaned forward, eager to hear your version. You smiled, taking your girlfriend’s hand.

“Hmm, well, it all began when Seulgi walked into the coffee shop where I used to work.”

#red velvet #red velvet seulgi #kang seulgi #rv seulgi #red velvet x reader #idol x reader #seulgi x reader #red velvet fanfics #kpop scenarios #idol fanfics #girl group fanfics #red velvet scenarios #red velvet imagines #red velvet one shots #kpop imagines #kpop one shots #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #girl group fluff #girl group one shots

[heavencasteel420]

It's so weird to me when people in this fandom say "I hope this character dies so my ship can be endgame!" The only married characters of any significance are Karen and Ted, and, even if your heart's set on a beautiful love story between Ted and Murray, people can just get divorced. The no-fault divorce revolution was like fifteen years old by 1986. Also, how much confidence do you really have in your ship if you think it can only happen if someone dies?

#granted i do think the ONLY way st4ncy could work narratively even sort of is if jonathan dies #but i hate st4ncy #also it would have to happen in a very specific way #(a) steve accepts for real that nancy wants to be with jonathan #(b) steve becomes close friends with nancy and jonathan #(c) steve develops some ambitions and interests outside of eventual fatherhood and RV ownership (or a rental? unclear) #(d) jonathan dies #(e) nancy and steve are both sad and turn to each other #(f) nancy doesn't change her future plans for steve #(g) it is treated as an unmitigated tragedy that jonathan died #i would still hate it #but that would be the least-worst scenario #also it would never happen because steve will never be required to make so many concessions to nancy and jonathan

[snarky-fangirl]

~

#why are there so many apartment management places where you have to CALL them??? #to ask about any unlisted properties they may have??? #why not just…. list them….. and provide an email address….. #and also have pictures of those units (staring at you craigslist ads) #uugghhhhh this is the nightmare scenario my therapist has been trying to prepare me for #but it’s also not like I can just drive on over and see apartments 14 HOURS AWAY FROM ME #do I know anyone here from the southwest Oregon area? #do any of you have an rv or something I could borrow for like a month or two? #I seriously have no idea how I’m gonna afford to move or the deposit let alone the rent all at once and so soon #I legitimately don’t know #personalsnark

[hxney-lemcn]

In The Shadows — Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summary: Reader's had enough of Finn's reckless behavior. They leave after an argument only to find themselves back where they started. Will Finn and reader make up? (Spoilers, yes).

tw: hurt/comfort, injury mentioned, arguing

a/n: I am on a roll for not only Finn but also hurt/comfort

wc: 1.4k

Master List

I frowned as Finn came back to the RV once again hurt. This time, Simon was with him, glob help that poor soul. This had become the norm for Finn. All he would do is go on crazy adventures and return beaten and bloodied. This had been going on since Jake's death.

I tried to talk to him, tried to get him to open up, tried to get him to take better care of himself, but it always led him to leave on another adventure. I brushed back Finn's hair, pushing it over his shoulder to reveal his torn shirt and terribly scratched back.

I’d been friends with Finn for as long as I could remember. Him, Jake and I were close as could be. I was there for all his failed relationships, there for him when Fern had passed. I was there when Jake had passed. It was hard for me too, but I could tell that it hit Finn the worst. He acted like his old kid self once more, carefree like nothing mattered. Deep down, I feared that one day I'd lose him too, and everyday it seemed to be closer to reality. 

I steeped in my worry and fear as I disinfected his wounds. It felt suffocating in the tiny RV. Tears started to prickle my eyes as I kept thinking of all the scenarios in which I could lose Finn. I loved him, I loved him so much it hurt. And I knew he loved me…but I always felt like some shadow. Someone he took for granted. I don’t think I can watch him hurt himself like this anymore. 

Normally, Finn would be rambling about the adventure he had gone on before, but he was being silent. And I wasn’t willing to talk. After I finished bandaging it, I stood up, needing to be alone.

“(N/n)?” Finn questioned, looking over to me. I pursed my lips, staying silent. I know it's petty, and wrong, but I really wasn’t in the mood for anything. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Finn asked, coming up and putting a hand on my shoulder. 

I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, clenched my fists, and replied venomously, “You.”

“What?” He asked shocked, hurt lacing his voice. It pained my heart that I was the cause, but these feelings were boiling over.

“You keep getting hurt!” I cried out, finally turning to face him with tears falling down my cheeks. “You go on these stupid ‘adventures’, and each time you leave I wonder if it’s going to be the last time I see your stupid smile! I know you’re hurting Finn, I am too, but this isn’t healthy. For either of us. 

I’m gonna head out for a bit. I don’t know when I’ll be back, I just need to clear my head.”

“(Y-y/n), wait!” Finn cried out. “We…let's talk this out. Please don’t leave.”

I felt my heart crack even more as his voice cracked, but I needed to stay strong. I turn to Finn and hug him, because no matter how much he’s hurting me, he also makes me feel better. 

I lean up and kiss his cheek softly, “I’m sorry Finn, I just need some space. I think we could both use some time to think.”

Letting go of him, I put together some of my stuff that I’d need. He only watched solemnly as I bid him goodbye. I based my life around Finn’s, I always have. I always put him first…this time, I’m doing what's best for me. As I kept walking, I realized I wasn’t sure where to go. As I wondered, I seemed to have subconsciously made my way to the old tree house. A new one seemed to be growing, the remnants of Fern.

I sat down and leaned against the tree.

“Oh Fern,” I mumbled as I looked across the sunset. 

Fern, being a version of Finn, actually saw me. We were both hidden in Finn’s shadow, albeit in separate ways. I remember when he asked me “How do you deal with Finn never seeing you?” and he apologized for his old selfish behavior. I felt bonded to Fern, like we were two sides to the same coin. He saw me, asked what I wanted to do, tried to participate in my hobbies, and in return I tried to help him find out who he was. 

I was gutted when he died. And like I always do, I hid my emotions. Pretended like I was fine. Thankfully with some therapy, I was able to move on. I still love Fern, but I know he wouldn’t want me to stumble my way through life in sadness. 

“You know, you’d be really disappointed in me,” I chuckled under my breath. I gently patted the grass, feeling my eyes water once more. “I’m still letting Finn trample over me without him even knowing.”

The grass swayed gently and I smiled somberly, “And I’m still talking to you like you’d hear it.” 

I sat there for hours, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. I let my eyes close, a wave of fatigue hitting me like a truck. I felt safe, even if I was out in the open, it felt like I had Fern by my side, watching over me. I laid down on the grass to get more comfortable, using my bag like a pillow. 

“Goodnight Fern.”

…

The smell of sizzling pancakes woke me up. I shifted into a more comfortable position, the soft sheets lulling me into sleep once more. Wait…sheets? I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was back in the RV. Sitting up, I looked towards the kitchen part and saw Finn at the stove. 

“Crap!” He whisper-yelled as a slightly burnt pancake hit the plate. 

“Finn?” I asked, confused as to why I was back in the RV. I wasn’t sure if I dreamed the previous fight up, or if I should be angry for him finding me…or if I should be touched. 

“Shoot!” He exclaimed, hiding the plate behind his back. I blinked, waiting for him to explain himself.

He looked around nervously, “I was gonna surprise you with breakfast in bed…” I stayed silent, not sure how to feel. “I…I didn’t like leaving things the way they were. I went to the Candy Kingdom, Marcy’s place and…I got really…I was scared when they didn’t know where you were. So I went to the only other place I could think of and found you sleeping outside…I-I couldn’t leave you there…”

That stupid bubbly feeling warmed me up at his confession. I looked to the side, fiddling with the sheets. Finn sat the plate down, turned the stove off, and came over to sit on the bed opposite of mine. He placed his arms on his thighs and looked down.

“I’m sorry,” He broke the silence once more. “I know that can’t fix everything…but I really, truly am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. Ever since…” His voice grew shaky. “Ever since Jake passed…I’ve felt like I’ve got nothin left.” My heart squeezed at his admission, feeling hurt that once again he didn’t see me.

“I’m so stupid for only seeing you once you’ve left,” Finn continued, eyes meeting mine. “I can’t believe you’ve stayed with me for so long when all I’ve done is donk up with you. I understand if you want to leave again…honestly you should. But if you do stay, I promise I’ll treat you right this time.”

Not able to hold myself back, I leaped over and engulfed him in a bear hug. 

“You big dummy!” I wailed into his shoulder. “I care for you so much Finn. I don’t want to leave you, I just can’t stand seeing you get hurt. I’ll stay forever, just as long as you promise to stay safe. Don’t go on those stupid adventures when you don’t wanna think or talk about something. I’m here to listen, and I want to help. I love you.”

I gasped for breath as he squeezed me back, tears falling into my hair, “I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

I couldn’t help myself as I laughed giddily. I pulled back just enough to kiss Finn all over his face who joined me in my laughter. I ended the assault with a final kiss to his lips, putting all the love I could muster into it. One of Finn’s hands tangled into my hair, his prosthetic arm snug around my waist. 

Pulling away, Finn held the brightest grin on his face, “Let’s go on an Adventure!”

“I’m going to kill you.”

#finn mertens x reader #finn mertens #adventure time x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake x reader #x reader #adventure time imagine #fionna and cake imagine

[sprout-fics]

i absolutely love your könig drabbles, i can’t help but keep rereading them over and over- hes just so mysterious 🤤

if you’re feeling in the mood to write for him some more- i’ve got a cute little trope. though i LOVE könig saving the reader every chance he gets, id like to get the chance to see her save his ass for once. maybe while he’s distracted with something/someone else, someone comes up from behind and the reader shoots their ass or sum. idrk how missions in cod work- never played it, but i wouldn’t want the person to be from either of their teams (don’t want to kill her own team + doesn’t make sense for his ally to hurt him)

If you don’t like that idea, any scenario of her saving him and he be like “SO U DO LIKE ME!!!” would make my year honestly

+ no pressure to write it ofc !

Wolverine

König x 'Maus' Reader

(Part 5 of "Little Mouse" Series)

Word Count: 1.5k Rating: Teen and up Tags: Enemies to lovers, Slow burn, Dark König, Reluctant allies, Lying to your team on behalf of your enemy boyfriend, Sniper! Reader, Female Reader Warnings: Mentions of human trafficking A/N: Just a small chapter/scene to tide everyone over before a longer next chapter!

You see the AQ fighter before he does.

Price has you on the backburner this mission- relegated to suppressive fire only as the rest of the team infiltrates the AQ warehouse where the cell is supposedly hiding human trafficking victims. It’s a clean house job. Get in, get out, lead the hostages to safety. Out of all the missions the 141 has done together, this is fairly tame. 

So you perch from your spot atop a building 2 blocks away that overlooks the warehouse, exposed arms being baked by the Crimean sun, sweat beading along your neck. Here, high in the sky, you can see every move, every flutter, every step. Your finger taps along your weapon, and with every heartbeat you feel your blood thrum like a familiar staccato in your chest. 

Yet the second you set up your sniper nest you had felt it, a prickle of awareness at the back of your senses. Like eyes watching you from the dark, it had bored along your back, creeping up your spine and setting goosebumps trilling across your flesh. Like a fox in a twilight grove, the wind ripples across your nape, and it carries the scent of something all too familiar, something forbidden, dangerous. You know the sensation well enough by now, know exactly what it means.

You aren’t alone. 

You tell Price as much. You don’t have any evidence to go off of, but you trust your instincts. They’ve yet to fail you, and neither has he. You trust your captain wholeheartedly, his years of leadership and experience weighing down across his scarred shoulders and burdening him with the gravity that comes with duty. 

So you listen when his voice echoes softly in the comms, concealed from the hostiles that lurk just beyond in the courtyard.

“Eyes open.” He tells you sternly, voice muted into his mic. “The second you see anything off you RV with us, clear?”

Clear.

You’re instructed to stay where you are, to not betray your position and be the perfectly little still mouse you are, not moving a single muscle. So you do, tracing the group as they make their way through the back gate of the warehouse single file, weapons ready.

Under his instruction you down the three fighters standing near the entryway, their bodies slumping limply to the ground but caught and dragged off before their comrades are any the wiser. 

You watch as Price and the others rally behind a door leading inside, faces grim and eyes sparking with determination.

Then, movement. 

About a hundred feet away where they can’t see. A flash of gray and green in the dying afternoon sun, his massive form carefully concealed behind a corner. Watching, observing, but not interfering. 

It’s him.

König.

By the time you switch your comms back on though the group has breached the warehouse, and your radio is filled with barked orders and rapid gunfire that drowns out your voice when you attempt to speak. 

“Price? Price, how copy?”

The captain doesn’t respond.

All the while König creeps closer, staying in the slanted shadows of the building. Form coiled, he seems for all the world like a wolverine, muscles rippling and claws outstretched. The metal of his bracers flicker like fangs in the sun, bared and dripping threats. The static of your radio feels for all the world like a grinding growl that echoes deep into your own chest, a warning that’s come far too late.

They don’t know he’s there.

Your voice shakes now as you try to contact the boys, but the radio crackles with echoing gunfire and the static aftershock of a frag grenade. You can hear the screams of the hostages now, rising and pitching high to the wind. Gaz barks rapidly in Arabic, and his voice overlaps your wavering tone that they don’t seem to hear.

So instead you level your scope at him, at this man who is your enemy despite the fact he’s saved your life more times than you care to remember. There, in the crosshairs, you see the details of him, of his hood streaked with bleach tears, the whites of his eyes behind the coal dark stain, the planes of his shoulders as he turns away from you. He’s armed, just with a knife that glints in the dying light. 

You’ve seen it before, seen it drip red onto the cracked, dry earth as one of his comrades gurgled wetly at his feet, dead by his hand. He had tried to hurt you, but it had not been you that had killed him. Even now you can remember that hood, the fabric shifting as he had turned for you- reached out to where your hand hovered over your radio. 

Don’t. 

He hadn’t hurt you, and yet-

It would only take a single shot. 

All this time you’ve been chasing each other. He’s tried to kill the others, nearly succeeded in killing Gaz. He’s pursued you, only to let you go. It’s a dangerous, imbalanced game of cat and mouse where he stalks your nighttime dreams, only to appear in daylight with stunning clarity. He’s taken you, has rescued you, has watched you from the shadows, has touched you, let his hand feel your racing heartbeat. He’s your enemy. He’s your fascination. He could kill you. He’s saved you. 

He could be dead by your hand if you just…

You blink, and there’s movement behind him.

An AQ fighter who limps from a side door, escaping the chaos inside. Smoke trails after him, evidence of one of Soap’s thrown grenades. He turns as he coughs and splutters, clutching a wound on his thigh. Then he spots König, and in his hand you see the flash of a muzzle.

König stops, begins to turn.

The man takes aim with trembling hands.

You fire.

The round forces the air from your lungs, shot as you sucked in a gasp and hissing as it escapes. Like a crack of thunder it rings out against the sky, deafening the world and leaving an unsettled stillness in its wake. Almost instantly the head of the AQ fighter erupts in a grotesque spume of red, and his body tilts backwards, off balance, before he slumps at König’s feet.

He stills.

It takes König a moment to register what just happened. You can see his head tilt down to the fighter’s corpse, entire body drawn taut like a bow as he watches scarlet pool at his boots. Yet faster than you anticipated his eyes flash, turn to seek you like a homing missile, eyes wide and searching. They settle on you, perched one hundred meters away at the top of an empty building, stomach flat against the rooftop where rubble digs into your skin.

You look past your scope to where he stands, hands clenched at his sides, eyes bright, shoulder stiff and coiled. He doesn’t move from where he stands, doesn’t even flinch.

You could kill him. 

He’s wide open.

Yet then König tilts his head at you, blinking slowly like a lazy cat in the sun. It’s as if he realizes exactly where he is, how a single pull of the trigger could end him where he stands. A sensible soldier would dive for cover, would raise his own weapon and fire back to buy time for an escape. 

König does neither.

Instead he raises the hand not holding his blade to his face, lets his fingers graze his chin before lowering his open palm in front of him. It feels like a gesture, an entreaty, one offered to you with something akin to reverence. You recognize the hand signal instantly.

Thank you.

You blink, lips parting in wonder, and all at once the air in your chest feels too warm, too light, unfurling like a delicate, pale thing with soft downy wings.

“Rookie.” Price barks in your ear, and you flinch at his sudden voice. “How are we looking? ready for ex-fil?”

You pause, hand hovering over your comms. König sees the gesture from where he stands, all the way below. Even though he pauses for a moment, he eventually locks eyes with you, nods once-

And vanishes back into the shadows. 

“Rookie, how copy?”

“Clear.” You tell your captain, even if you don’t believe your own voice, shaking as it is. “One straggler on the south side of the building, eliminated. Your route is clear.”

“Copy that.”

Yet then Price pauses, the comms crackling with wordless chatter beyond him as Gaz and the others sort the hostages, until at last his voice resumes. 

“Did you see him?”

The warm air in your chest feels caught, stifled. Yet when you look all you see is shadows, and even the aftereffect seems to have evaporated, as if he was never there at all.

“No.” You reply softly, and the lie tastes sour on your lips. 

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