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agaypanic · 11 months ago

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Could you do something with Hyde (actually, any t70s character if you think ot fits better) and the reader whos usually feels like a teacher's pet. But they see the reader at a batting cage or something. Sorry if that isn't a lot, happy requests are open again!!!

Wear a Helmet (Steven Hyde X Forman!Reader)

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Summary: Steven Hyde thinks you’re nothing more than Eric’s sister, a try-hard, goody two-shoes teacher’s pet. But while taking a cruise around town, he sees a completely different side of you at a batting cage.

A/N: made reader eric’s sister bc idk it feels right to me. Idk how batting cages work

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“Are you seriously doing homework right now?” Hyde asked, looking at your work from over your shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you ignored him. You should’ve known that you’d regret studying in the basement, but it felt like the best place at the time. You didn’t want to be cooped up in your room, your mom was busy gossiping in the kitchen while your dad read the newspaper, and you didn’t want to walk to the library.

Eventually, Hyde’s stare from behind his sunglasses broke your concentration. You turned to look at him. “I know that all you think about is lighting up Hyde, but some of us actually have a future to think about.” You patted his shoulder teasingly and went back to your work.

“It’s just a question, man.” He responded, throwing his hands up in defense while waltzing over to his chair, as if the tone of said question wasn’t judgemental. “Only asked because Scooby-Doo is on.”

“Unfortunately, I have more important things to do than watch the gang expose another guy in a mask.”

Hyde turned the TV on anyway, flipping to the aforementioned show. Although you did have more important things to do, you couldn’t help but glance up every couple of seconds to see what was happening.

Eventually, you had completely forgotten your work in favor of the show. You only realized how much time had passed when the episode ended, and you looked down to see that your homework was still half finished.

“Damn it.” You muttered, gathering your things. Clearly, trying to study in the basement was a bad idea. “I’m going to the library.”

“It’s seven PM,” Hyde replied, looking at his watch.

“I’ll get Eric to drive me.” And if he refused, you could just threaten to tell your parents about Donna sneaking into his room almost every night this week. “See ya.”

“Bye,” Hyde called out, reaching for the remote to change the channel. “Nerd.” He said under his breath.

“I heard that!”

***

When it had reached ten o’clock, Hyde started to get a little worried. Although, he’d never admit that out loud. You still weren’t back from studying, and your curfew was in half an hour. Part of him wondered if his distractions had pissed you off so much that you decided to leave home and not come back. You weren’t dramatic enough to go through with that though.

“Hey, Forman.” Hyde flipped through an old magazine to try to seem casual and uncaring. “Where’s your sister? Sneaking around with a guy or something?”

“Laurie or Y/n?” Eric asked, wondering why Hyde would be interested in either sister’s affairs.

“Y/n.”

“She’s at the library. Told me she would walk home.”

Hyde looked up from his magazine, which he threw on the table. He looked at Eric, completely unamused. “You’re letting your little sister walk around town this late at night? I wouldn’t even do that… I think.”

Eric rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch. “She’s almost eighteen, Hyde. And she said she’d call me if she needed a ride.” He started to walk up the stairs to the kitchen. “If you’re so concerned, you can pick her up.”

“Fine, I will,” Hyde replied, getting a little heated. The curly-headed boy fished his keys out of his pocket and went up the other basement stairs that led outside. After getting out of the backyard, Hyde settled into the El Camino. Just before he pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, he paused. “Where the hell is the library?”

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The library ended up not being that difficult to find. What Hyde had difficulty locating was you. The library closed at nine, and it was now a quarter after ten. Hyde wasn’t one for walking, but he knew it couldn’t have taken you over an hour just to get home.

So he started searching.

Hyde drove all around town, peering out his window for a glimpse of you. He went to the Hub, the school, and even the water tower. Nothing.

When it was close to your curfew, he figured he should give up his search. You had to have been home by now; you were too much of a goody-goody to break curfew or any other rule. So Hyde turned the car around and started heading back home to the Formans.

“What the hell…?” Until he passed by the Point Place Family Fun Center and recognized your sweater. The wheels of Hyde’s El Camino squealed from how hard he turned to get into the parking lot. As he turned off the car and got out, he realized what you were doing. You were in one of the batting cages, swinging a bat at oncoming balls. Hyde didn’t know what was more shocking, the fact that you were batting balls or the fact that you didn’t miss a single one. “Y/n?”

At the call of your name, you turned and looked at Hyde, expression quickly going from startled to confused. “Hyde? What are you- Oof!”

Hyde ran to the cage and swung the door open, pulling you to the side while you rubbed your now slightly throbbing head. “You okay?”

“Why-” You wanted to ask Hyde what the hell he was doing here, but figured your possible head injury was the more important matter. Plus, it wasn’t often that Hyde seemed so concerned for your well-being, and you didn’t feel like ruining the rare moment. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Aren’t you supposed to wear a helmet or something?”

“It’s more fun without it.” You shrugged, setting your bat on the fence since you figured you wouldn’t be batting any longer tonight. “Besides, it makes my hair flat.”

“Right.” Hyde nodded, rolling his eyes, which you could barely see because of his sunglasses. Hyde was the only person you knew who wore sunglasses when there was no sun. “Maybe you should start wearing one. Don’t wanna break that big brain of yours. Besides, I think you’re starting to get a bump.”

Your hand flew to the side of your head, feeling around. “Say you’re lying, oh my god.”

Hyde smiled a little at your reaction. “What are you even doing here? I didn’t think baseball would be… your thing.”

You shrugged again. “It’s a good stress reliever, I guess. And I didn’t feel like going home after the library closed.”

He nodded in understanding before remembering why he was looking for you in the first place. “Speaking of home, I think you’re gonna miss curfew.”

“What?!” Hyde had never seen you react so quickly to something. You looked at your watch, confirming that you were five minutes away from possibly getting grounded, and ran to pick up all the balls that you hit so you could put them in the basket. When the cage was tidy, you grabbed your bag and the bat, ready to return it to the front desk and book it to the El Camino. “Hyde, start the car!” You yelled over your shoulder as you ran.

Hyde laughed as he watched your panicked speed. No matter how hard you could try to seem like a rebel, you’d always be Goody-Goody Forman.

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frenziedslashers · 2 years ago

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It's me (again) with another request for Ricky.

How would rick react to reader going on a run with someone he doesnt really trust yet? And they're gone longer than expected. How does he cope with the anxiety? How does he react when reader comes back with some injuries bc the other person was shitty and almost left them behind???

Safe and Sound;;

A/N: WOO, FINALLY HAVE AN EXCUSE TO USE THIS GIF LMAO hope you enjoy this homie!!

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Male!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Rick is a little unhinged, cursing, reader uses he/him pronouns

Rick couldn't believe it when Deanna told him.

"You did what?" He snapped, and the woman flinched. "They are all capable of making their own decisions, Rick. They asked for a job, and I sent them on a supply run that they all agreed to."

Rick was fuming. He couldn't believe that she had done this without going over it with the rest of the group. Glenn, Tara, Eugene, and Noah were all out there. Most importantly, you were with them. He cared for all his people, but everyone in the group knew he cared for you almost as much as he did his kids.

"You don't get to make that call for my people!" He snapped, pushing past the woman towards the gate. He was sick of listening to her and her bullshit. Claiming that her son and his friend would protect you all out there. How would they protect you when they hardly knew what was happening outside those walls? It was all one joke after another if you asked him.

He wasn't going to be doing his job for the rest of that day, either. Not until you were all back safe and sound. Truthfully, this decision made him want to get you all out of here fast. Who was to say they didn't send his people out because they were disposable? They were strangers after all. That very well could have been their plan when Eric and Aaron drug them here.

Hours went by and Rick was still anxiously pacing the streets. Michonne, Sasha, and even Maggie tried to talk to him. Get him to go and rest inside. Or at least drink some damn water, but he wasn't having it.

"He's out there alone," Rick snapped, and Maggie frowned. "Glenn is with him, Rick. So is Noah, Tara, and Eugene. They will keep him safe, and you know that." The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sorry," Maggie shook her head at her friends' apology. "I don't like this any more than you do, Rick. You just gotta trust them. They're our family, we know they can handle themselves." He nodded again, looking at Maggie with a smile. "Thank you," she nodded, handing the bottle of water to Rick before departing.

Another hour went by before you were home. The crew pretty beat up, and everyone was doing their best to hide that from Rick as he came stomping up to the door.

"Get out of my way," He sneered, and everyone did. These last few months had been harsh on him. It had been harsh on all of you, but he seemed to take it the worse. The longer out there in those woods, running camp to camp. The colder and meaner he got. You hardly even recognized him half the time.

"Rick," you called out, limping over to the man as he pushed through the crowd toward you. He embraced you in a hug that both of you needed. His grip was tight around you. One hand on your back, the other cradling the back of your head. Ricks eyes fell shut while he burried his face into the side of your head. Taking in your scent.

"Are you okay?" He asked when he felt you tremble in his grasp. He couldn't handle it when you cried, and hearing you just sniffle so close to his ear had him glaring at Deanna. His eyes narrowed, brows casting a shadow over his irises that made them dark as night.

His hand rubbed slowly at your back as he waited for you to calm down. He noticed that Tara and Noah weren't in the group. Aiden wasn't there, either. He hated to admit it, but he hoped that if he lost people. Then Deanna and the others at least lost one of their own. Even if it was her own son.

"Noah's gone," you muttered, and Rick kissed your temple. "If it weren't for Glenn and Eugene," you shuddered, "Nicholas would have left me back," you told him and noticed how every muscle in his body seemed to tense. You wanted to stop the man from raging out, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Why should you stop him when Nicholas was just going to leave you to die back there? If anything, maybe this would teach Nicholas a lesson.

Rick nodded, looking down at you with such soft eyes. Such a contrast to how he looked at Deanna and the others that he considered strangers. He planted a kiss on your forehead while he muttered a soft "I'm glad you're safe," before pulling back away from you.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Nicholas backed up the closer Rick got to him. Deanna went to interfere but Glenn pulled her away. A wise thing to do with the look Rick had in his eyes. He didn't care who got in his way, he was on a war path.

Nicholas shook his head while Rick continued to get closer. "He- He's lying!" He snapped, and Rick snarled. The older male shoved the younger one against the wall. "You wanna repeat that to me, asshole?" He barked, and Nicholas cowered. "I wasn't, I was going to go back, I swear! They left Aiden behind!" Rick could hear a sob rip from Deanna, but he didn't give a damn. This was on them, not you guys.

"Glenn," Rick snapped, and Glenn cleared his throat. "Aiden shot a walker that had a grenade on its belt. It blew up, Aiden got impaled, and Tara is in the infirmary with a bag gash to her head. She's unconscious. Nicholas didn't listen and..." Glenn looked down at his feet. His heart was in his throat, tears brimming his eyes before he reached up to wipe his face with a sigh. "Noah is dead too, we lost one of our own, not just Aiden." He spoke, and Rick nodded. That was all he needed to know.

The former sheriff seemed to calm down. His expression softened and Nic thought he was free of whatever the hell Rick was thinking of doing to him. His grip loosened on his jacket, too. Maybe he was being let out free of harm? That was the understatement of the year, though.

His calm demeanor was simply the calm before the storm. His grip was quick to tighten again with one hand. The other arm winded back before his fist collided with the side of the blonde's face.

"You idiot!" Rick shouted, punch after punch to the man's face. It wasn't until someone pulled him off that he stopped, but he wasn't done there. His elbow threw back. Spencer took a blow to the jaw from the Sheriff. Nicholas took this as a chance to land a few blows on Rick. Blood smearing over your lover's face.

You stepped in, finally. You let him give Nicholas what he deserved, but you knew if you didn't stop him he would kill the man and maybe even Spencer. No matter how much you and Glenn wanted him dead, you each knew that wasn't the right thing to do.

Glenn pushed Spencer and Nicholas back with Michonne who had run over to the scene. You grabbed Rick by the shoulders while pushing him back.

"Rick, look at me, you need to stop this," you started, but Rick was still out of it. All he saw was red and he wasn't about to let you stop him. "He got our people killed," he exclaimed, and you nodded in understanding. "I know, but killing him won't bring Noah back or fix Tara," you spoke sternly, and he huffed.

"You could have died," his voice was a lot frailer than before. It sounded like what you imagined a flickering candle flame would sound like. Fragile, small, one simple blow and it would disintegrate into the night air with a string of smoke following behind.

"Rick, I'm right here," you told him, holding the sides of his face. Forcing the man to look you in your eyes, which he did. "I can't lose you," he muttered with wild and worried eyes. He looked so torn and broken. He was so tired, he couldn't rest. Not even behind these walls did he feel safe. He felt like he had to be up every waking hour to watch you, Carl, Judith, and the others. Who's to say they don't end up like Terminus? Or that they aren't worse than those freaks? No one was safe to trust anymore. Not even these people.

"I'm not going anywhere, not right now." You told him, giving his lips a quick kiss. Which he tried with desperation to deepen. He needed you close. He needed to be sure that you were here, but you'd save that for later. Right now you all still had an issue to deal with, and of course, Deanna and the others had to go and ruin your moods again.

"Oh, so your little friend there is your only worry, but my son died and you don't care?" Deanna snapped, and Rick tried to peer over your shoulder to shoot a glare at the woman, but you were quick to redirect his gaze to you.

"We lost people too," Glenn snapped back, but that only seemed to feed the flames of the fire. "If you weren't such a dick maybe you could have gone with them instead of Aiden and me," Nicholas scoffed, and Rick let out a dry laugh. The man ripped from your grasp to look at the other. Your whole group was beginning to wonder if Nicholas had a death wish.

"Me?" Rick asked while pointing to himself and fluttering his lashes. He was approaching the man again, caked in his own blood along with some of Nicholas and Spencers. He looked absolutely insane. Your eyes went wide when you noticed him reach for the pistol stuffed into the back of his belt under his jacket. "Rick," you called out, but he didn't listen.

"You mean... Me?" He asked, waving the gun around, and everyone took a step back. "I would have preferred I went out there rather than you good for nothing sons-a-bitches," Rick started in. "I don't think any of ya really know what goes on outside those goddamn walls. You all think it's all flowers and friends and sunshine, well it ain't!" He yelled, and Nicholas was looking around at everyone for help.

"You all think we're the crazy ones, but we ain't. You guys are the ones living behind a lie! A lie that everything will go back to the way it was!" He screamed with a laugh that followed, and before he could say anything more, Michonne hit him over the head and you were there to catch him.

Everyone fell silent.

You looked up at Michonne and nodded, silently thanking her for stopping Rick. You all knew he was right, but he was getting stupid. None of you wanted to deal with the retaliation of his stupidity, either. Not tonight, anyways.

"I'll get him back to the house. Michonne?" You told everyone, then looked over to your friend. Non-directly asking her to help drag your unconscious boyfriend back to the house.

"Hope I didn't give him a concussion," she spoke under her breath as you both hauled him off. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. "He shouldn't have pulled a gun out." You stated, the both of you falling silent once more.

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When Rick did finally wake up he was alone in your shared bed. His eyes fluttered open while he tried to regain focus. The last thing he remembered was pointing the pistol at Nicholas, and then everything went dark.

"Carl, Jude," He called out, rushing into a sitting position on the bed. Scurrying out of the sheets as he remembered everything that happened. "Darlin'?" He called out when he heard hurried footsteps making their way down the hall to the bedroom door.

When the door opened his hands raced for the lamp on the nightstand. He only stopped his reach when he saw your figure in the door frame. Rick let out a breath he hadn't even noticed he was holding in.

"Sorry 'bout all that," he murmured, reaching up to run the back of his head. The man winced a little when he felt a particular sore spot. "Did someone...?" He went to speak, but you interrupted him as you came to sit next to him on the bed. Shutting the door behind you with a soft 'click.'

"Michonne hit you, you were being stupid," you sighed. He didn't say anything. He only nodded his head softly while dropping his hands to his lap. "I was gettin' a li'l dumb out there," he admitted with a soft chuckle. "Yeah, but we all understand why. We just wish you hadn't pulled that gun, Rick. You should have kept it hidden." You responded, and he had to admit. He was a little surprised. He expected you to tell him that he shouldn't have had the gun in the first place.

"I don' trust 'em." He told you, but you already knew that. Everyone knew that. Even the people of Alexandria knew that. "We know that, Rick. Known that since the barn, handsome," he leaned into your touch and your words when you reached up to run a hand through his hair. Kissing his shoulder before he leaned completely against you. He always felt like he was safe and sound with you. Like he was in another place, free from walkers, and bad people. With just you, the kids, and the rest of your little family.

"I was so scared I'd never see ya again," he murmured, and you shushed him. The both of you crawled onto the bed. Rick lying on top of you with a sigh. "Thought I'd never hear ya call me a dumbass again," he smiled and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. "I don't just call you a dumbass, I've called you smart, handsome, honey," you cooed, giving him a sweet kiss that he ate up like candy. He could never get enough of you, his smile wide.

"I know, I know, y'er sweeter to me than ya should be," he hummed before giving you another deep kiss. The man climbed further onto you, but you pushed his shoulders back. "Rick," you sighed, and he stared down at you with his concerned gaze. A soft and reassuring smile on your face while you reached up to stroke his cheek. "You smell."

Rick couldn't believe you, sneering while rolling his eyes. He couldn't hide the grin that broke onto his face, either. "Well, guess we better shower then," he hummed, leaning back in to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

"We?" You questioned, but he didn't give an answer. He only rolled off of you before grabbing your hand to drag you off the bed. "Rick!" You shouted, and he laughed. "Come on, Michonne hit me pretty hard, I shouldn' be standin' in that shower alone," he told you with a coy smile. His eyes danced with a mix of mischief and innocence. You couldn't say no to him, not now. Not ever.

"Fine, but just a shower. We have a meeting with Deanna," you told him, and he snickered. The man pulled you into the bathroom while shutting the door. Pressing you up against the sink with another kiss. "That's no fun, though," you shook your head, "Rick," you warned, but he could tell by your smile that he could get you to agree to a little more than a shower.

"Please?" He asked with a lip jutted out and those eyes that you just couldn't ever say no to. A sigh left your nostrils before you kissed his chin. "You're a pain in my ass, Rick Grimes." He knew he was, a soft litter of laughs leaving his and your own throat while you both got undressed. "Only yours, honey."

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falloutmelody · 4 years ago

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wildest dreams | tim speedle

pairing: tim speedle x reader [romantic pairing] [was written with a female reader in mind but no pronouns are used, so anyone can read it regardless of gender identity and preferred pronouns!!]

fandom: csi: miami

little summary: as the newest member of the csi team, working at ridiculous hours of the day is still very new to you. but getting to see a certain sarcastic coworker that you just so happen to have a crush on makes things a little easier to adjust to. a crush that is almost certainly unrequited. right?

content warnings: um,,, nothing major??? a guy is a creep to the reader at one point, tim is snarky as always, there’s swearing?? also bc this is csi, there’s mention of death and crime but it’s not focussed on super heavily!! no graphic descriptions or anything!! no spoilers for the show or anything either!!

word length: about 3000 i think??

this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever written lmao, but it’s a start?? idk, i’m just going through a csi phase and adore speed so i figured why not write this?? i apologise in advance to the wonderful people on here who write actually decent x reader fics for speed bc my work is gonna pop up with yours now and that’s not fair, you deserve better bc your work is amazing

requests are still open!! you can find my fandoms, rules and characters i’ll write for here!! please don’t hesitate to send something in if you want something!!!

[fair credit, gif is not mine!! if the creator finds this and wants credit, please message me and i’ll add it in!!]

Miami never closes.

That was a sentence that you’d heard from one Horatio Caine countless times, to the point wherein it was almost ingrained in your brain. And it wasn’t like he was wrong. The city of Miami seemed to always be alive, whether it was four o’clock in the morning or eight o’clock at night.

And that was how you’d managed to find yourself at a crime scene at six thirty-three am.

There was a soft wind in the air as you got out of the now very familiar silver Hummer, the gravel on the floor crunching harshly under your feet. A cacophony of voices, radio feedback and that accursed gravel filled the air, hitting you almost immediately as you tried to get a good bearing on your surroundings. This was the outskirts of the city. A former industrial estate, home to nothing more now than distant memories of what it once was and now, the body of a dead woman.

“C’mon, newbie. Work to do.” The soft but impatient tone of your new co-worker Eric Delko brought you out of your studying, causing you to glance over at the man. You mumbled a soft apology, grabbing your silver kit box from the back seat as quickly as you could.

“Ignore him. The clubs will probably be closed by the time we’re done here, Delko, sorry.” Another male voice caught your attention, causing you to look back, seeing that you and Delko had now been joined by another member of the lab that you recognised. Tim Speedle.

Ever since you’d officially joined the Miami Dade crime lab a few weeks back, Tim had probably been the one that you’d worked with the most, due to your speciality being primarily Trace. And honestly, you liked working with him.

No, that was probably an understatement. You really, really liked working with him.

Sure, at first, you had been a little intimidated by him. Tim was pretty well known around the lab for having a personality that was more on the blunt side, after all, which was something that you’d learned very quickly. The man liked sarcasm, and there seemed to be some kind of dryness to almost everything he came out with. But you’d quickly grown to like that. It made the often rather monotonous work that you all often found yourselves doing more entertaining.

Plus, although you could never admit it, cause you were truthfully worried that it was unprofessional of you to do so and cause you’d convinced yourself from day one that you weren’t his type, he was very, very pretty to look at with those intense dark eyes of his.

So, yeah. You had… a slight crush on the man and were very grateful to see him. Not that you didn’t like Delko or anything, cause you sincerely did. It was just… nice to see Tim too. The fact that you’d have two people with you that you knew pretty well at this point helped with your slight uncertainty in your stomach that seemed to always be there when you approached a new scene.

Eric gave a small scoff at Tim’s dry remark, lightly hitting the man in the upper arm. “Shut up, Speedle. I just don’t appreciate being called out in the middle of the night. Shall we?”

After taking a quick moment to ensure that you both had everything that you needed from the Hummer and that the car was locked, you and Eric soon followed after Tim as he led you towards a large grey building that had presumably been white at one point and honestly looked identical to all the others that were around. How did they tell them apart, back when people had actually worked here? It wasn’t like there were any kind of clear, identifying markings on them.

The silence that had settled over the three of you was a little unsettling. And so, you decided to take it upon yourself to start up a conversation. The only issue was that you didn’t really have anything interesting to say, and thus, you had to settle for asking Tim one of the dumbest, blandest questions you’d ever asked.

“You been here long?”

A small amused exhale escaped from Eric’s lips almost immediately, which caused you to softly scrunch up your expression in mild confusion. Was he laughing at how stupid your question was? Or was there something else going on that you didn’t quite understand? Your gaze flicked from Delko to Speed, only finding yourself being even more confused by the small look that Tim appeared to shoot Delko before talking to you.

“Uh, no. No. Bout five minutes,” he answered. “Saw you two pull up so I figured I’d come say hi before heading in.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the slight look of amused disbelief that Eric wore on his expression, but were unable to even begin and try to guess why that was as you soon found yourself being approached by a man. A man that, from the way he was dressed and the way that he held himself, was clearly a cop. But it wasn’t one you recognised. You might not have been working here long, but you’d worked enough cases now to become very familiar with Tripp and Bernstein, who were typically the male members of law enforcement that you worked with. Guess they were busy. Maybe they were with Horatio and Calleigh, on whatever case they were currently working on. The detective soon produced his ID from his large coat pocket and flashed it at the three of you. That revealed that his name was apparently Detective Gillan, and he soon began to speak.

“Vic’s a Sara Anderson. Found by some teenagers that were looking to use the place as a hook-up spot. She’s over there with the ME if you wanna do your… thing.”

You softly nodded at this information, and the group soon split. Eric went to go and examine the main door of the building for anything useful, whilst you were paired with Speed and told to head inside to study the evidence around the body. Of course, this raised absolutely no objections from you. You merely told Delko that if he needed assistance with anything to just call you over, and made your way inside. Before long, the two of you had made your way inside. And after politely greeting Alexx, you began to get to work. A small, clearly out of place patch of glitter near the victim had drawn your attention, and so, you started there.

“Delko looking after you?” Tim’s voice brought you out of your thoughts a short while later, causing you to glance up from your current knelt-down position to look up at him. You tilted your head slightly to indicate you weren’t too sure what he meant, and thus, Tim brought down his camera from his face to continue talking. “You’ve been paired with him for the past few cases, yeah? I’m just making sure he’s pulling his weight and not making you do everything.”

Once you’d gotten over the brief internal rush of him asking a genuinely sweet question, you managed to compose your thoughts and give some kind of answer. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s nice. I like working with him, he’s very chill about everything.” That was truthful. You and Delko had formed some kind of weirdly strong bond during the few weeks that you’d been on the team, and he sincerely seemed like a nice guy. Messy, kinda disorganised, but still a good guy. ��Kinda miss working with you so much though. I’ll have to speak to Lieutenant Caine about that,” you continued, figuring that you could get away with that. After all, it wasn’t an outright admittal of your feelings. It was just saying that you enjoyed working with him, that could be entirely platonic.

And although you couldn’t be too certain, due to the less than superb lighting in the place, you could have sworn that remark caused a small smile to briefly form on Tim’s lips. The man opened his mouth, presumably going to talk again, only for the both of you to soon find yourselves distracted by a noise. The sound of footsteps approaching you.

It wasn’t long before you figured out who it was. It was that detective. Gillan, or whatever it was. He was making his way over. Assuming that he had something to talk to Tim about, you didn’t speak, opting instead to give him a small, polite nod before you looked back down at the surface you were currently dusting. However, it wasn’t long before the man’s voice caused you to stop and look back at him. “So… you’re a CSI, right?”

That question sincerely caused a surge of confusion to run through you. If you had the dry wit of Speed in this moment or the confidence of Calleigh, this is when you’d give some biting remark about how obviously you were. Why would you be kneeling on the floor with a dusting brush in your hand if you weren’t? But you didn’t. So, instead, you settled for a much more tame response. After all, perhaps the guy was just awkward and trying to start up a conversation by stating the obvious. “Yes?” You spoke, that confusion that you were experiencing being clear in your tone.

He grinned at that, his smile being far too wide for the simple response you’d given, which was slightly unnerving. “Cool. I mean, you don’t really look like the type so I just wanted to be sure.” That was… an interesting comment. What did he mean by that? As far as you knew, there weren’t any huge stereotypes of CSI’s. It wasn’t a job like accounting, wherein everyone had a clear image of what they expected one to be like. However, unfortunately for you, it wasn’t long before you found out exactly what the man meant and exactly what his motives were for giving that comment. “I mean, you know, you’re way too pretty to be working in a gross line of work like this. You sure you didn’t get confused and sign up for the wrong career by mistake?”

You couldn’t help but tense slightly at that.

You were sure that he probably only meant it as a compliment. And you weren’t someone that was some kind of strict workaholic who only cared about what they were doing. If someone approached you and made light conversation, you’d quite happily talk to them. Hell, you’d lost count of the amount of times you’d gotten caught up talking to Tim, Delko or Calleigh on a scene lately. But something about that seemed off. Whether it was his tone, or the look in his eyes, you felt deeply uncomfortable. Plus, this guy just really, really wasn’t your type.

And so, in the hope that perhaps he would take the hint and just… fuck off, you gave an uncomfortable smile. “Thank you. But no. I trained very hard to be here.”

“Dedicated and attractive. Fascinating. You got a partner back at home?”

Good fucking lord. Okay. Perhaps he was more stubborn than you’d believed. How were you meant to answer that? Should you answer that? Because the honest answer was that, no, you didn’t. But if you told him that… god, he’d never go away, would he? He’d ask you on a date, and then you’d be screwed. Surprisingly though, you’d barely had a chance to try and form an awkward response before the conversation was interrupted.

“Do you mind?”

It was Tim’s voice. The attention of both you and the detective quickly moved over in the direction of your co-worker, seeing that he was stood there with a clearly unimpressed look on his face. “We’re working. If you want us to catch whoever did this, then shut up, go do something useful and let Y/N work, alright?” Tim continued in a tone that you’d heard more than a few times since you’d started working with him. It was that dry, sarcastic anger that only came out when someone had really irked him, usually by saying something stupid. Not rage, but… irritation.

Detective Gillan’s expression faltered slightly at Tim’s words, with the other man clearly having done a far better job at shutting him up than you could ever have hoped to do. Soon afterwards, he softly cleared his throat, corrected his posture and responded. “Good idea. I’ll… I’ll go and interview the people that found her. Maybe they saw something interesting.”

Tim nodded. “You do that. Have fun. Don’t rush back.”

With that, the detective shot you one last look, before finally leaving you alone. A soft exhale of relief fell from your lips the mere moment that you were certain that he was out of earshot, soon glancing up at Tim with a clear look of gratitude in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you said. “Seriously. I was worried that I was going to have to take his number just to get him to leave me alone.” You could have sworn you’d seen Tim’s expression soften at that, with the man soon giving a small shake of his head.

“Y’know, if I were H, this is when I’d come out with some smart line about the benefits of being in a team and always having each other’s backs or whatever, but… If he bothers you again, let me know, alright?” Tim paused for a moment, allowing you to nod softly in agreement before he continued speaking with a small, slightly warm smile held on his lips. “Gotta look after the newbie, haven’t I?”

Your heart rate did a noticeable spike in your chest at that remark, even though the logical part of you knew that it was only him being friendly. And it was with that comment that Speed took his moment to get back to work, making his way closer to Alexx to go and talk to her. Of course, the logical part of you just assumed it was to do with work, and thus, you got back on with your own stuff. However, about… fifteen minutes later, you found yourself needing to stop because you became aware of eyes on you.

At first, that realisation caused anxiety to rush through you. Had that detective not taken his leave, as you’d hoped and Tim had told him to? And you fought the urge to look up for as long as you could, but eventually you gave in. As subtle as you could manage, you glanced around yourself and truthfully, were surprised and relieved by the results.

Speed was clearly still in the middle of a conversation with Alexx, about god knows what. But his eyes were on you. And for reasons that you couldn’t quite explain, perhaps it was just your cliche romantic brain combined with your own crush on him, but the look in his eyes as your gaze met wasn’t quite one of concern. It wasn’t one of ‘oh, let me just check that Y/N is still working’ or ‘does Y/N need help with what they’re doing’, it was… softer. You couldn’t quite describe it, but whatever it was, it caused an undeniable warmth inside of you. Your face flushed with warmth too, causing you to need to be the one to look away first, glancing down at the floor beneath you.

In doing so, you missed the look that Alexx shot Tim soon afterwards and the little teasing shake of her head as a result of his actions.

But needless to say, the ME absolutely did not miss a chance. About twenty minutes later, you were approached by the woman in question, her case in hand indicating that she had wrapped up her work and was now going to make her way back to the morgue.

“Hello, Doctor Woods,” you greeted her politely once again.

“It’s Alexx, baby, please,” the woman warmly corrected you, with her not hesitating to kneel down beside you on the cold concrete. “Could I ask you a question?” That was ominous. Hoping that it wasn’t anything too serious and that it’d be an innocent question that you could easily answer, you gave a nervous nod and enabled the other woman to continue speaking. However, your hopes were wrong. Very wrong. “So… you and Tim, huh?”

Shit.

Was it that obvious? Had your subtle, secret occasional glances at Tim whilst you’d been working really been that noticeable? Did everyone know? Oh, god, did Tim himself know? Oh fuck, how would you ever live that down? You may have just only joined the team, but suddenly dropping everything and moving to New Zealand just to ensure that you didn’t suddenly become the source of office gossip looked very appealing.

“We… We’re not… We’re just friends. I promise,” you nervously tried to correct her, pretty sure that your face had just paled. Alexx gave a soft laugh at that, the older woman’s expression soon softening with empathy.

“Sure. I buy that from the way you two look at each other.” Wait. What? What did she mean? Surely she had to be making that up. Surely she’d just misread Tim’s friendly glances as something more. Right? Your feelings were unrequited. Yes? “Just… keep him out of trouble whilst I’m gone, alright? You’re one of the few people he actually listens to. I’ll see you back at the lab, alright?”

Before you really had much of a chance to do anything besides give another nervous nod, your thoughts an absolute mess, Alexx got back up on her feet and walked off. What… What was going on? Was this some kind of practical joke? Or were you really so set in your mindset of Tim not returning your feelings that you’d somehow completely missed signs that apparently everyone else could see? You really didn’t know. Alexx wasn’t the type to be that cruel. But you just… couldn’t really believe the latter suggestion being the case. Unable to stop yourself from doing so, you glanced around yourself once more, allowing your gaze to settle on Speed on the far side of the large hall. The man appeared to be working, and so, you decided that you weren’t going to approach him about it right now.

But at some point later, you decided that you’d need to approach him. You needed to know what was going on.

And after all, figuring stuff out? Putting clues together? Well. That was a CSI’s job, wasn’t it?

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AN: so that was legit the worst ending in history lmao, but hopefully you liked this?? as i said above, requests are open and i’m in a csi obsessive mood rn so, yeah!!! please do send in any requests you may have!!! i would love to write something for you!! thank you for reading ily <3

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aliwritesss · 4 years ago

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~ Labyrinth

Pairings: Eric x reader

Genre: fuckboy au!

Warnings: angst, slightly suggestive, slow burn, swearing

Based on this AU! Highly recommended to read it before you start the series, but can be read alone.

1/? Masterlist

-“… And remember! The deadline for the essay is in three weeks.”- You hear your History teacher’s voice but no one listens to him. The bell just ringed and that meant freedom.

-“ It’s Friday!!! Let’s do something fun.” You hear Kevin’s voice next to you. You thank the heavens and stars to have him in your life, you don’t know what you would have done without him all this time.

-“ What are you thinking?”

-“ Well… You know, everyone’s been on the edge these past months with the exams and all. So Juyeon thought I’d be fun to do a small gathering, only close friends.” He says with the smallest voice and you feel all your body tense up. If you knew one thing is that you couldn’t go to parties, not yet. Not when it’s been so long since you’ve seen him and you’re actually starting to move on. To wake up and not think of him.

-“ It sounds fun! But I think I’m gonna pass this time, I better start working on this assignment.”

-“ Cmon (Y/N), it’s been a month. You gotta go to your old self, I miss you. I miss us having fun.” It pains your heart to hear Kevin, you’d love to have the balls to go to their dorms and be yourself, to dance again till you can’t stand up, to laugh freely but you feel that the spark inside of you has died and you’re afraid that if you go, it won’t light up anymore.

-“ I promise you I’ll go back to my old self. You’ll get back your partner in crime, my little moon.” You say hugging him and exiting the class. -“ Just give me a little bit and you’ll get back your star.”

-“ The world better get ready once the moon and star duo comes back.” He says giving you one of his best smiles and you feel a little bit better. You’ve known him for so long and clicked since then. One day you two were in class and someone said you looked like the team rocket from Pokémon, always together being mischievous. And since then you baptized your friendship as the moon and star duo.

As you walk outside you feel his comment nag you in the back of your head. “Why do I have to feel so bad when he’s doing fine? Was everything a lie? Did he truly love me?” These thoughts have been bugging you lately and you’re starting to get annoyed. You thought you were doing fine but sometimes these dark clouds will come and shake you down. And it seems like today was one of these days.

“ So… Juyeon is doing a gathering huh? Do you realize that it means half of the campus is going, right?”

-“ Yeah… We told him only close people and Changmin said that meant around 50 friends.” He says, rolling his eyes. -“ Thank god we have Sangyeon and Jacob to keep him in check or else It’d be a nightmare.” And that makes you laugh because it’s true, you remember one night you were staying the night in their dorms and suddenly Sunwoo and Chanhee started arguing about the smallest thing. Sangyeon only needed to look at them to make them stop. It was so funny, you don’t want to mess with an angry Sangyeon to be honest.

-“ And… Here we go. I knew it.” You hear Kevin’s annoyed voice. -“ They’re asking me to buy drinks, it seems like more people are coming tonight. I have to go now bubs, but we should do something fun this weekend okay? Just the two of us.” He says while hugging you and you nod. Maybe that’s what you need, to start slowly coming out of your cave.

You start making your way to your dorm thinking about the million things you have to get done in these two weeks and you can feel your anxiety already coming. The pressure you’ve been feeling these past few days it’s getting worse everyday. And the worst of it, it’s that you don’t have anyone to talk about it. Unconsciously, you touch your necklace, feeling a little bit better. You look down to the tiny shiny star and remember the night he gave it to you.

-“ I’ll be your star, ready to guide you even in the darkest times, even when there’s no moon shining.” He said softly in your neck. You smiled at him and looked at the charm. It was a little star filled with crystals. Stunning.

-“ When you feel like giving up, remember that I’ll be here with you. Faintly.” Eric said, touching your necklace.

“Where are you now? Where are you now when I need you the most?” You think for yourself, It’s not like you weren’t starting to move on from him, which you are doing. But you were not forgetting him, and you wish you could.

You wish you could erase all these sweet moments, act like nothing happened. Act like him, cold and unbothered. Why did him have to play you? Was everything a lie? Everything he said, was just a trap to only have fun with you? You couldn’t trust your memories, it seems like you only could remember the good ones.

But what about that night you two had a fight on a party because he was with this girl, laughing and talking the whole night while you were alone? You still remember his words: “ Stop being a pain in the ass, if I wanted to hook up with her dont you think I would have already done it?”. And you being a silly naive girl in love, acted like it didn’t hurt you. Like he didnt had the power to destroy you in matter of seconds if he wanted.

And that was the reason you broke up with him.

Everyone knew you were his girl and god forbid anyone who dared to touch you. But that’s it, you were only that, his girl. He didn’t bother to put a label, you were there for him and that was enough.

-“ Eric what are we doing?”- You asked him the night you two broke up.

-“ What do you mean?”-

-“ What are we doing together? What is this? Are we exclusive? Are we truly in a relationship?”- You asked trembling, you weren’t ready to hear his answer.

-“ Not this again (Y/N). I told you I don’t want to talk about it and you keep bringing this up. I said you are my girl and that should be enough.”-

-“ But it isn’t. It isn’t when there’s a queue of girls waiting for you to get tired of me and drop me like a toy. And I had enough, I need to know what I am to you.” You said sitting in his bed.

-“ You are making me tired with all these questions. I said drop it, (Y/N). You know how I am and still chose to be here with me.”-

-“ I chose you bc you said that you couldn’t do this without me, Eric! You told me that I was special and-.”

-“ So? That gives you the right to be called my girlfriend?”- And that was the last straw. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, it’s like someone snapped you back to reality. Like you just woke up from a beautiful dream and got hit with the true world.

He loved you, but not in the right way.

He cared about you, but not enough.

You got dressed and started to pick yoiur things while crying. You needed to get out as soon as possible, even if it was 3 in the morning.

-“Cmon (Y/N) don’t be like this. I got mad and you know I say things I regret later. Please let’s talk in the morning when we are calm, okay? Babe please-“

-“ Don’t touch me, Eric. I’ve had enough. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep falling in love with you more and more when we are not in the same page. Not even in the same book.”- You said putting on your sweatshirt, well, his sweatshirt now yours.

-“ Are you serious? Are you going to be like this? After all we’ve been through?”-

-“ Exactly, after all we’ve been through you still think I don’t deserve to be your girlfriend. And let me correct you, you’re the one who doesn’t deserve to be my boyfriend. I’m tired of your shit.”

-“ I know you’re angry (Y/N) but I swear if you leave this room that’s it.”- He said staring at you. You gave him one last smile and closed the door. It was so late at night and you decided to bring this topic up… That was a stupid move of you to be honest, but it needed to be done.

You can feel your vision getting blurry with all the tears falling but you don’t care anymore.

-“ Star? Is everything ok?”- you feel Kevin’s sleepy voice coming from the other side of the hallway and you let out a sob. -“ Hey, Hey. What happened bubs? Why are you crying? Where’s Eric?”-

-“ I… I- I think we just broke up.” You said hugging him and starting to sob even harder.

- “ Oh gosh…” He said quietly while stroking your hair.

And after that everything was a blur, you only remember him and Haknyeon taking you to your dorm and sleeping there. Everyone knew what happened because they heard you two arguing but no one could bring the topic up. It was typical of you two to argue, but in a matter of hours everything was cleared. But this time was different and both of you knew it.

This time the damage was done and there was no going back now.

A/N: So it’s finally here!! The first chapter of this little series. Thanks to all of you for liking so much the AU and for telling me what you preferred to see on this series. It’ll be after the break up, but I thought it’d be nice to have a little context of why did the discussion happen and to see the dynamic of the relationship. Honestly speaking, I love Eric’s fuckboy vibes so much.. But still it pains me to see him acting this way :( I apologise for any typo or mistake! And remember you can ask in the comments or dms to be tagged and that requests are open!!

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kpopwallpaperedits · 4 years ago

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Peach & Sage Cyber Pixel Aesthetic Eric (The Boyz) KPop Phone Wallpaper Collage

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a gift for @justpeachie143 bc they FINALLY ADMITTED THEY HAVE A MASSIVE CRUSH ON ERIC

oh yeah and this is @oddlittlefandomist's side blog by the way

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why yes i DID make two wallpapers in 24 hours, no I am not mentally shutting down right now, what makes you ask that???

I do requests! Check my pinned post, then message me or hit up my ask box. Don't repost without crediting and directly linking back to my blog, and please like/reblog if you save!

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dudeandduchess · 5 years ago

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How about Little Mermaid AU! with Kyo? Basically, he’s Ariel and his s/o is Prince Eric in this case, and she’s the princess of the kingdom. A SFW scenario with them would be cute! It doesn’t have to be the whole movie at all, but maybe just the part where Kyo sees her for the first time and then saves her. After seeing her, the only thing he really wants is to be with her. Thank you! I’ll always enjoy your writing!

I loved this idea so much, bby! I’m sure it’s obvious if everyone just looks at my blog. So thank you for making this request. It’ll be followed soon with another one bc a friend of mine (Biz) added in a req for a continuation and I’m all for it.😂🍉🍉🍉

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Chances: Merman!Kyōjurō x Princess!F!S/O (Mermaid AU, SFW Scenario)

Warning: Depictions of drowning Word Count: 1989 (I usually don’t add a word count for reqs, but this one is special bc 1989 was when the Little Mermaid movie came out.)

The party was already in full swing around (Y/n); wine, champagne, and sake flowing on board the ship as everyone celebrated the high of the youngest prince’s seventh birthday. People laughed and danced, twirling around in circles while the band played the most elegant of waltzes.

People milled about her, sending her graciously flaky smiles and sinking down into low bows when they came across her. She was getting so tired of it; having to return their gestures, having to fake a smile each and every time, and always having to make idle conversation— when all she wanted was to be alone.

More so because of the fact that she was incredibly drunk, and didn’t want to end up embarrassing her entire family. Even though she was a princess, she had no excuses of acting like a deranged lunatic on her brother’s birthday.

She had no excuses to act like a deranged lunatic. Ever.

So, she found it better to hide, rather than to try and tame the need inside her that screamed at her to let loose and have fun. And that was how she found herself making her way over to the quarterdeck of the ship— silently hoping that she would find her much needed solace there.

Thankfully, she did find it empty of any uncouth men and women who couldn’t find it in themselves to get a room for their… proclivities.

It wasn’t that she looked down on them, she just didn’t particularly like it when they cut into her alone time. Especially when they did it within the castle walls, or anywhere else that was her family’s property.

Unfortunately, there weren’t any chairs that had been set up there, so she had to make do with standing against the banister and clinging tightly to it— if only to help keep her balance. Because it was either she chanced sitting down on one of the barrels that dotted the area, and risked ruining her dress, or she braved the last few hours standing up and keeping her dress as immaculate as she could.

She chose the latter; even throwing her head back and savoring the salty sea air that cooled her warm cheeks. But the craned position was making the bun—that her hair was in— droop down and tug at her scalp, so (Y/n) reached up and quickly pulled the hair pin that held all of it in place.

In her tipsy daze, she looked down at the bejeweled pin in her hand and scoffed— making a face at the glittering object, before tossing it off the side of the ship.

Her eyes followed the silver object, watching with inept fascination as the light glinted off of the jewels and the shiny body altogether. However, when her gaze landed on the spot where it was supposed to land— she immediately stifled a scream when she saw a mane of fiery hair poking out from the water.

“M-man overboard!” She whispered at first, not believing her eyes at all— especially when the person looked right up at her, his matching fiery eyes widening in surprise before he grabbed the hair pin in the air and dove back down beneath the dark depths of the sea.

(Y/n) could only shake her head and close her eyes, trying to make sense of what she had seen— but not finding any logical explanation as to why a man would be in the middle of the sea, at night even.

Only a crazy person would venture out when it was that cold and dark, especially with the foreboding feeling of a thunderstorm rolling in.

Meanwhile, Kyōjurō’s heart was racing frantically as he clutched the glittering object that his princess had thrown overboard. He had been following her with his eyes all night long, watching how she smiled and interacted with all of the people around her— acting so gracious and humble, even as everyone called her by her title.

Even though she smiled, however, the merman could still see the tinge of sadness that were evident in her eyes— making her look so forlorn and lonely, despite all of the smiles and kind words that she doled out to everyone.

To say that he had been completely enamored by her would have been the understatement of the century. And, with the way that his heart was beating inside his chest when their eyes connected, he could even say that it was love at first sight.

He clutched the ornament closer to his chest, biting down on his bottom lip as he swam under the gargantuan boat— well away from her sight, but still close enough for him to see her the moment he resurfaced.

Maybe he was being crazy for completely disobeying his father’s orders, but he would be damned if he didn’t admit that he wanted to see her again. Hell, he wanted to go up to her and talk to her— to ask her what her name was, and what it was like to have been freely able to bask in the sun.

He wanted to ask her so many things, that he knew that an entire lifetime with her wouldn’t have been enough to get all of his answers. Because that was just it: an entire lifetime wouldn’t have been enough for him, if it meant that he could spend it with her.

All of a sudden, loud thunder-like claps sounded above Kyōjurō; well out of the water, and higher up than the boat. It had him jumping in surprise before immediately resurfacing, just to find out if his princess was safe.

His eyes instantly sought her out from where he broke the surface of the water, lightly being rocked by the waves as he managed to see her profile being illuminated by the overhead lamps.

She looked even more breathtaking than when he’d first seen her, especially with her hair loose like it was at that very moment.

He felt his heart lurch once more, making him lift his right hand up and cup it the spot where his chest was throbbing in the most pleasant way possible— pressing the item she’d dropped against his skin and stifling a smile as different colors illuminated the night sky above them.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks were, however, they were still nothing compared to the young woman’s beauty; and the young merman found himself always looking back at her, even though he kept forcing himself to look up and enjoy the rare show of lights in the sky.

However, it was when a big explosion at the front of the ship happened that he grew panicked; hearing the frantic shouts of humans as he saw orange flames quickly lick up the tall masts that held up the sails of the boat.

His eyes immediately shot over to where his beloved was, wanting to cry out to her— to tell her to jump and that he would catch her— but he was too tongue-tied to even say anything. So, he had no choice but to follow her movements along the side of the boat, dodging people left and right as she called out a garbled name.

She sounded so fearful and panicked that it had him frowning but, no matter how much he wanted to help her, he also couldn’t risk being seen by anyone else.

He had already been breaking so many rules by just being there in the first place, and if he were to be the reason why humans found out about his people, then he would never be able to forgive himself.

So, with one last worried glance at her, he forced himself to dive back down— before the first of the humans jumped off the ship and saw him there.

Everything inside him told him to stay and wait for her, but the more responsible part of him was screaming at him to go deeper and avoid being seen at all costs.

All he could do was tighten his grip on the pin in his hands, staying as deep as he could while watching so many humans jump off of the ship— seeing their legs kicking beneath the surface of the water, and waiting in tense silence for even a sliver of that dress she wore.

If he was not mistaken, it was called a kimono— as he’d heard the term be thrown around when he’d spied on another, much smaller ship.

The merman circled around the ship many times, waiting anxiously as more and more people jumped overboard as the ship went up in flames. And he felt his chest tighten up when he saw the familiar kimono that he’d been waiting for.

Only, no matter how hard the person tried to kick themselves to the surface, they still got dragged down to the bottom of the sea.

Kyōjurō then swam up to get closer to the young woman, quickly noting that she had opened her mouth and had lost all of the air she’d taken in before falling in the water. Her hands flailed aimlessly on either side of her, helplessly trying to make herself rise up to the surface while she tried to keep kicking her legs.

Only, no matter how hard she tried, she still kept sinking. And it didn’t even take a second for the young merman to make up his mind. Just as (Y/n) was losing consciousness, he pulled her to his chest, swimming as quickly as he could to an area that wasn’t dotted with other humans— and breaking the surface of the water.

He should have been overjoyed to have her in his arms, but all he could feel as cold, deep-seated fear as he tried to shake her awake— even going as far as to tap her right cheek lightly; to no avail.

Her head only lolled to one side, while her eyes remained closed.

Trying to shake her awake once more, he found himself near-desperate as he shook her harder. “Wake up, wake up, princess.”

Still, no matter how heartfelt his pleas, she wouldn’t open her eyes. It wouldn’t have been a cause of much panic if she had just been unconscious, but the blue tinge that was slowly starting to discolor her initially pink lips had him near tears.

He knew he had to get her out of the water as quickly as possible, so that was how he found himself fighting against the waves as he struggled to bring her to land— as he couldn’t dive back underwater with her in his arms.

It took the better part of an hour but, thankfully, he’d reached an empty beach where he let the waves wash them over to the shore— struggling to pull her up to a much drier area with just one arm holding her, as he used his other arm, as well as his tail, to drag himself up the sand.

He was so tired from swimming against the waves that he could only let himself fall back against the dry ground, while he pulled his beloved princess closer to his chest— if only to warm her up from the chill of the night.

Before he could stop himself, however, he was already leaning up and pressing a kiss to the top of her wet hear— smiling as he felt his lips tingle at the very brief contact. And softly, he sighed as he wrapped his other arm around her.

He closed his eyes then, smiling sadly as he whispered, “I would give everything to stay right beside you, princess.”

Kyōjurō sighed under his breath, sounding much more tired than he really let on, as he lifted a hand up and toyed with the ends of (Y/n)’s hair. “If only I could promise you that, I would. You would never have to feel sad or lonely again.”

And softly, he added, “If only I could be part of your world.”

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youngbloodlisk · 5 years ago

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I Love You // Lee Hyunjae

request: "May I request for a fluffy scenario fic where you're dating hyunjae and his ex gf came back to look for him and you lost confident?"

- fluff

- almost angst bc of the nature of the scenario but i tried to keep it to a minimum

- screw off ex gf!!

- i'm not very proud of this, i'm sorry anon, i promise i tried my very best for you :(

- but thank you for being my first ever request, you made my week

- you take care too!!

- i hope this is good enough for you, lovely <33

- look at the beautiful angel in this photo

Hyunjae interrupts the movie dialogue with his own question.

"What do you think of the movie so far?"

"It's... okay... what do you think?"

"I hate it." Hyunjae is a lot more blunt about his opinion.

"Me too. It's awful." I pull myself up off of my boyfriend's chest so he can grab the remote from the table and bring the piece of terrible cinematography to an end.

"Well..." He twirls the small remote in his hand and purses his lips. "What now? We didn't have a Plan B. Although, that would have been a good idea."

"It's pretty late, it might be smarter for you to just go home instead of starting something new. Don't you have schedules tomorrow?"

"Yeah, a couple." Hyunjae pouts and lays his head on my lap. "But I don't wanna leave you yet..."

I play with his hair and we sit in peaceful, content silence for a few minutes. It's only interrupted by the ding of Hyunjae's text tone.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and my eyes catch the name above the message.

"I thought your ex wasn't gonna text you anymore."

"She's a trainee, she needs to ask questions sometimes." Hyunjae begins to type a response to her question, which is probably extremely obvious. They always are.

"Can't she send her flirting to someone else's boyfriend?"

"She doesn't flirt." Hyunjae notices my hands leave his hair and he sits up, closing his phone and looking at me with concern. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll ask her to direct her questions to someone else. Would that be better?" He takes my hand.

"Hyunjae, I don't wanna try to tell you who you can and can't talk to, I just-"

"It's okay, baby. If it bothers you that much, I'll tell her to stop. Okay?"

I crack a small smile and Hyunjae pulls me into a hug. The embrace of his warm arms makes me forget all about her, even just for a moment.

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I crack the door open and peek inside the practice room.

The boys are panting and gulping down water, having just finished another run through.

Haknyeon is the first to notice me, waving for me to come in.

"Hey guys, I brought celebratory lunch! Congratulations on your comeback soon, it's gonna be stellar." I set down the bag full of eleven plastic food boxes, each one slightly different in taste and each labeled with a specific member's name.

They let out some cheers and thank you's as they each go to find their own box.

Juyeon fakes a gag when he notices the heart written next to Hyunjae's name on his box, causing me to look around for my boyfriend.

One by one, I identify each of the members of The Boyz.

Juyeon is right next to me.

Sangyeon and Chanhee are playing cards while they eat.

Sunwoo, Kevin, and Changmin are goofing off together.

Eric and Jacob are both looking at their phones while listening to Younghoon talk to them.

Haknyeon is devouring his food like it's his last meal.

Hyunjae is... nowhere to be found.

"Hey, Juyeon?" I grab his attention before he walks away from the table. "Where's Hyunjae?"

"He left about an hour before you got here. A staff member came and said someone was here to meet him. We assumed it was you, so I have no idea where he went. Sorry."

"That's alright, thanks. I'm gonna go see if I can find him before his food gets too cold." Juyeon gives me a nod and a thumbs up before heading off to join Sang and Nyu's game of cards.

I search every corner of the building that I know exists and have access to, with no sign of my boyfriend. I even ask a few staff members I bump into, but they can only tell me what Juyeon said or less.

Finally, I find Hyunjae's manager and ask him if he knows where Hyunjae ran off to.

"Hyunjae? A trainee came to treat him to lunch as a thank you. They're at the restaurant across the street. That's all he told me before he left."

I thank him kindly and my heart sinks as I realize who's on a date with my boyfriend.

I soon find myself standing outside the company, looking through the glass window walls at Hyunjae and his ex-girlfriend dining on tteokbokki and laughing at something that probably isn't even funny in the first place.

You know what else isn't funny?

Her hand laying on his hand on the table.

You know one more thing that isn't funny?

Her leg rubbing against his leg.

My mind fills with thoughts of insecurity, doubt, question, and my confidence drops by the minute.

I go back inside and head up to the practice room. I can't stand to watch her blatantly flirt with my boyfriend like this.

I enter the practice room to see the guys cleaning their boxes with disinfectant wipes once they're finished eating and putting them back in my bag for me. So thoughtful. I wonder which one of them had that idea...

Avoiding extra embarrassment sounds like a good plan, so I grab Hyunjae's lonely box of fried chicken and vegetables and put it in the bag with the clean boxes before saying my goodbyes and good luck with the rest of the practice.

Halfway down the hall, Hyunjae turns the corner. His face lights up with his beautiful smile upon seeing me.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I... I brought lunch." He looks down at the bag and sees his box through the opening. Complete with the red heart drawn by his name, surrounded by empty boxes from the other guys.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I just ate." His voice and face shows his apology is genuine, but I don't fully register it.

"Don't worry, you can tell me all about your date and flirting later-"

"It wasn't a date! There was no flirting-"

"Hyunjae, I'm not upset. I'm just kind of annoyed. I'm also not an idiot. I know what flirting looks like. I know what trying to get your ex-boyfriend back looks like. You dropping our plans and conversations to heed to her beck and call definitely doesn't-... doesn't... help that..." I stare at the floor as I realize I said much more than I meant to, and it doesn't take Hyunjae long to understand what the real problem is.

"Hey, look at me." I lift my head just enough to meet his eyes and he takes my free hand in his. "I broke up with her for a reason. I don't love her, and I don't plan to go back to her. Ever. I don't think anyone in the world could ever treat me as well as you do, be as beautiful as you, be as funny as you, be as perfect as you in any way." My eyes drift away from his, and he holds my chin up to face him. "I'm all yours. I..." He hesitated before his last statement. "I love you."

My eyes widen and my lips part in a small gasp.

"You just said... We've never said..."

"I know." He nods rapidly and panic begins to set into his eyes. "I know that was really sudden and you absolutely don't have to say it if you don't want to, I just-"

"I love you too, Hyunjae." My smile grows involuntarily, and his smile reappears at the sight of mine.

Hyunjae pulls me closer and places a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

We're both absolutely giddy, like two kindergarteners who just got "married" on the playground during recess.

His hand rests on my neck and his thumb slowly rubs my skin. It's a small but beautiful touch.

Our kiss is only interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind me.

We pull apart to see Eric standing there with one of the plastic food boxes.

"Kevin forgot to put his box in the bag. Sorry..." My cheeks resemble tomatoes and I recognize that his apologetic statement is for both Kevin forgetting his box and for interrupting the moment.

"Thanks, Eric." I take the box from him, and with a small nod, Eric hurries back to the practice room.

I turn to my boyfriend, shoving the box into the bag with all its friends.

Hyunjae's face is also beet red, and his smile has turned shy.

"I'll see you at your place tonight?" He simply asks.

"Yeah. I'll put your food in the fridge for you."

His eyes are full of something I've never seen before. Something beautiful. Something that looks like pure bliss.

"Thank you, baby."

We part and go our separate ways after one last peck of a kiss. The moment I round that same corner Hyunjae had turned just a few moments ago, I hear jumping and excited whispers which sound a bit like...

"Yes! Yes! Yes! She said it back!"

My heart fills with love and joy.

Of course I said it back.

I love him.

#ciiikbwork #lee hyunjae #lee jaehyun #the boyz #tbz #tbz fluff #the boyz fluff #tbz scenarios #the boyz scenarios #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae fluff #lee hyunjae fluff #yeah still don't feel very confident in this #:(

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blossom-hwa · 5 years ago

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Okay I'm super sorry if I'm requesting too many things but I was listening to holiday music while driving home from work yesterday and was suddenly struck by the need for some chaotic holiday/winter shenanigans with the boyz, if that's okay? Reader involvement isn't necessary! Pretty please and thank you sooo much ❤❤❤ -🌻

You’re not requesting too many things don’t worry Sunny!!! I literally owe you everything for half the fics I’ve written in the past year so there’s no way I could refuse, also this is what the drabble game is for!! I hope you enjoy this half-baked bullshit LMAO

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(don’t think I've mentioned it but all of these text aus are in the same universe lol)

(also this ended up not being as holiday-ish as you probably wanted.... SORRY)

Title: Holiday Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just the boyz being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing

quick clarification:

papi: sangyeon

angel: jacob

moon scribblez: kevin

new kid: chanhee

starbucks tissues: changmin

sundae: sunwoo

bread: younghoon

the better hyun: hyunjae

the better jae: eric

professional rollerblader: juyeon

foodie: haknyeon

new kid: I'm going to commit murder

sundae: who’s he making empty threats about this time

new kid: IT’S NOT AN EMPTY THREAT

moon scribblez: who wants to hear about the cockroach that fucking crawled out of my mop today!!

papi: pls don’t tlalk about it I was scarred for life

moon scribblez: IT’S YOUR TUTORING CENTER IT’S Y O U R FAULT WE HAVE A COCKROACH INFESTATION

papi: it’s not an infestation Kevin

new kid: is no one going to pay attention to my murder

angel: I will! but I won’t be an accessory

moon scribblez: I BEG TO FUCKING DIFFER

moon scribblez: THAT THING WAS HUGE IT WAS MORE LIKE A SPIDER JFC

new kid: I love you jacob

moon scribblez: IF I SHAKE THE FUCKING MOP TODAY AND COCKROACHES CRAWL OUT I’M QUITTING MY FUCKING JOB

angel: love you too <3

sundae: /barfs/

papi: #1 sunwoo just bc you’re allergic to emotion doesn’t mean the rest of us are

papi: some of us are capable of love

new kid: JI CHANGMIN ISN’T

papi: #2 I don’t own the center I'm just the center director therefore I do not take responsibility for any possible infestations we may have

starbucks tissues: I heard my name :D

new kid: sTOP FUCKING TERRIFYING ME WHEN I’M JUST TRYING TO WORK

new kid: IT’S ALMOST C H R I S T M A S HALLOWEEN IS G O N E

papi: therefore take it up with the owners @ moon scribblez

starbucks tissues: but it’s always halloween :(

moon scribblez: I TOOK THE MOP TO THE SINK

moon scribblez: PUT IT THERE AND TURNED ON THE FAUCET

moon scribblez: A FUCKING BROWN SPIDER-LOOKING COCKROACH BITCH ASS C R A WL E D OUT

moon scribblez: AND YOU WON’T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY??????????

papi: I just deal with the parents and the kids not bugs

new kid: it is NOT ALWAYS FUCKING HALLOWEEN

new kid: IF YOU WANT TO CELEBRATE

new kid: CELBRATE C RH SI T MA S

moon scribblez: time to pin it on ella

starbucks tissues: :(

sundae: now look what you’ve done chanhee

sundae: you’ve made him sad

new kid: I GOT TERRIFIED BY A NUN MASK AND YOU CARE ABOUT IF H E’ S SAD????????????????

starbucks tissues: :(

angel: I think I'm going to head out

angel: I don’t think even I can heal this rift

moon scribblez: well if jacob’s out I'm out

moon scribblez: I have a solution to my problems

papi: just don’t get me involved

moon scribblez: no promises !

starbucks tissues: I can scare ella if you want kevin :)

moon scribblez: YES FUCKING PLEASE

papi: I'm going to get fired

moon scribblez: maybe so :D

new kid: no one cares about my problems I see

new kid: everyone hates me

sundae: ya it’s bc you’re the new kid

new kid: I exist only for pain

bread: so hyunjin told me to tell changmin to stop using various horror movie masks to terrify him at work

starbucks tissues: so out of work is fair game?

bread: idk he didn’t specify

bread: probably

starbucks tissues: :D

the better hyun: oh what the fuck this shit isn’t normal

the better hyun: it’s impossible for someone to be so cute but so terrifying

starbucks tissues: I'll take that as a compliment :D

the better hyun: it isn’t but whatever makes you happy ig

the better jae: changmin

the better jae: I only ask that you leave the nun mask and chucky doll at home when we have our christmas party

starbucks tissues: well that’s no fun :(

bread: changmin I'm sorry but your idea of fun is very different from ours

bread: Jacob back me up

angel: I'm sorry changmin but he’s right :(

starbucks tissues: :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

the better hyun: by the way for the party

the better hyun: who’s doing what???????

the better jae: I'm bringing the xbox!!

foodie: I'm bringing cookies !

papi: I'm cooking with Kevin and juyeon

professional rollerblader: yes it’s going to be fun

professional rollerblader: Kevin says he’s going to make a cheesecake

the better jae: can I save a piece for jisung??

moon scribblez: if we don’t eat all of it

new kid: why

new kid: why did I just hear screaming from the tutoring center

moon scribblez: oH MY GOD SANGYEON

professional rollerblader: TAHT WAS GLORIOUS

sundae: what happened

foodie: why do you only show up for chaos

sundae: I only exist for chaos nothing else is worth my time

the better jae: fair enough

angel: what happened? I thought I saw someone fall ??

angel: but I'm across the walkway so idk :(

angel: is everyone all right?

papi: I think I have a concussion

moon scribblez: oh please you just fell off a tiny stepladder

professional rollerblader: can’t believe sangyeon just fell off a stepladder trying to put up a fucking Christmas stocking

papi: I hate christmas

papi: I hate everything

moon scribblez: the kids are laughing

moon scribblez: I think I'm going to bust a lung

papi: my dignity has been stripped and I no longer want to live

the better hyun: wait juyeon why are you even there

the better hyun: you don’t even tutor

foodie: ‘does she even go here’

the better jae: ‘does she even go here’

foodie: ERIC

the better jae: HAK

sundae: oh wow amazing their brain cells conjoined into one single coherent thought and of course it had to be a mean girls reference

starbucks: how did this start out with younghoon telling me to stop scaring hyunjin at work

bread: honestly I don’t know

moon scribblez: winter break is upon us

moon scribblez: and I can now bask in the fact that I don’t have to teach spoiled rich assholes basic math for two whole weeks !

papi: speak for yourself

moon scribblez: your fault for being center director

angel: I hate to agree with Kevin and be mean but you really did bring that upon yourself sangyeon

papi: want death

professional rollerblader: no don’t die! we need your food for the party tomorrow

papi: can’t believe all you care about is my food not even me

sundae: did you expect anything different

papi: on a regular basis no

papi: but it’s the holiday season

new kid: holidays are a social construct made to force us into the world of capitalism and giving our money to fat fucking corporations like amazon

starbucks tissues: if I could give Jeff Bezos a heart attack with my nun mask I would

new kid: that’s the only use of that mask that I approve of

starbucks tissues: turn around

the better jae: was that

the better jae: was that new

bread: I don't think I've ever heard chanhee scream that loud

foodie: I’m at the food court and I heard that what the fuck

foodie: the build a bear is like all the way down the mall what the fuck

starbucks tissues: :)

bread: I think that scream rivaled changmin’s dolphin levels

sundae: brb still dying of laughter

sundae: I'm so happy I caught that on video

new kid: Kim sunwoo

new kid: don’t you fucking dare

sunwoo: [ 1 video attached ]

new kid: someone’s dying tonight

professional rollerblader: I can’t believe I missed this I'm so mad

foodie: I think the fake Santa Claus looking over in abject horror just adds to it

starbucks tissues: ^^^

new kid: someone’s dying tonight

angel: there there

angel: no one’s dying tonight

new kid: someone IS

new kid: AND NOT EVEN JACOB CAN STOP ME

the better jae: bet changmin’s mask can

new kid: I'm ripping that fucking mask to shreds

starbucks tissues: :(

bread: now he’s hugging the fucking mask like it’s his baby

bread: [ 1 image attached ]

the better hyun: as I have said before

the better hyun: it is not normal for someone to look that cute while holding a fucking horror movie mask

papi: I've come to accept that none of you are normal

papi: I think it’s best for your sanity to accept that too

moon scribblez: I'm so late but I'm also rolling on the floor with laughter

papi: can confirm he’s actually on the floor

papi: Kevin you give our center a bad name

moon scribblez: I deadass do not care

moon scribblez: you gave me ashley today so I'm giving you chaos

moon scribblez: suck it <3

angel: she can’t be that bad?????????

moon scribblez: Jacob I know you’re an angel

moon scribblez: but you don’t understand

angel: I guess I don’t :/

foodie: I'm going into a food coma!

foodie: don’t attempt to contact me for the next twenty four hours peace <3

sundae: we wouldn’t have in the first place

foodie: :(

angel: sunwoo don’t be mean :(

sundae: fine

sundae: sorry hak

foodie: :)

new kid: the power of one Jacob bae

starbucks tissues: he prevents wars with just his smile

bread: all hail the angel

the better jae: *bows*

angel: guys pls

moon scribblez: no they’re right

moon scribblez: he took me home last night when I was drunk off my ass

moon scribblez: a true angel

angel: guys pls I'm blushing :(

papi: can confirm ! I'm sitting next to him

papi: also he made me hangover soup so can confirm the angel bit too

professional rollerblader: honestly if Jacob wasn’t here we wouldn’t have survived last night

professional rollerblader: he de-escalated Mario kart

professional rollerblader: stayed sober

professional rollerblader: took people home

foodie: all hail Jacob bae

the better jae: I thought you were in a food coma?????

foodie: came back to pay my respects to our lord and savior Jacob bae

the better jae: ok valid

angel: g u y s

the better hyun: has this conversation just become an all hail Jacob bae conversation

moon scribblez: do you want to fucking argue about it

the better hyun: no on the contrary

the better hyun: I'm joining

the better hyun: alL HAIL JACOB BAE

papi: amen

moon scribblez: aMen

professional rollerblader: a fucking men

angel: I'm going to start crying guys pls

new kid: NO DON’T CRY

starbucks tissues: Jacob don’t cry :(((((((((

angel: you guys are so sweet I can’t not cry

papi: I'm hugging him now no more crying

the better jae: two bros, chillin in a hot tub

the better jae: no feet apart bc they’re secure in their masculinity and love each other very much <3

moon scribblez: FIVE FEET APART BC THEY’RE NOT GAY

moon scribblez: fuck

the better jae: YOU RUINED IT

the better jae: yOU BITCH

professional rollerblader: didn’t Jacob call us sweet like one minute ago?

new kid: well he’s an angel he sees the best in us

sundae: there’s no best in you bitch

new kid: oh fuck you

bread: great way to end the holiday season ig

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angeltrapz · 4 years ago

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u mentioned them in th ask abt the Matthews-Faulkner-Stanheight-Blank family dynamic so I’d honestly love 2 hear more on ur thoughts abt how Lawrence n Mallick would interact there! whether in a polycule sense or a Just Friends sense ^_^

thank u!! yeye I wld love 2 talk abt that!! (I hope yr feeling a bit better today also!! just wanted 2 add tht + THANK U fr the super sweet comment abt my earlier family dynamic response <3)

I'm personally writing this on th assumption tht Mallick + Lawrence are AT LEAST dating Adam + Eric, so its still within th polycule sense!

I think, much like he does with Adam, Daniel wld get along GREAT w Mallick!! I like 2 think tht they have very similar senses of humour + their snark levels r pretty evenly matched. Eric doesn't ever say as much, but he LOVES 2 hear thm go back n forth, ESP when Adam joins in - its just like. his 2 weird boyfriends bonding w his kid in a way tht has them all laughing n in high spirits n enjoying each other's company and honestly? Eric lives fr little moments like that! he loves getting 2 hear his living room filled w laughter and love and light like tht. sometimes he'll just lean against Art's shoulder while he's helping him cook dinner n listen to th three of them in the living room, voices carrying over th bg noise of th TV, n he'll close his eyes and sigh. it means SO MUCH 2 Eric to have his partners get along so well w his son.

I agree w what u said when I asked abt Adam/Mallick/Lawrence - tht Lawrence will often act affectionately disgruntled when his bfs r engaging in Shenanigans/just in general. so like he'll be reclined on th couch w a book or maybe he'll be in th kitchen helping Eric and/or Art, n he's sighing n shaking his head but he's smiling so wide it kind of hurts bc this is a family. this is smth he hasn't rly experienced b4 - Diana is his whole world, his sunshine n he loves her more than anything, but he didn't have this w Alison. as I've seen it mentioned b4, they were just playing house, grasping like straws at th hollow replication of the so-called suburban American dream, and its like. Lawrence doesn't truly grasp th gravity of tht statement until he's standing in the kitchen n listening to Adam Mallick n Daniel talking and laughing and sometimes infodumping back n forth. he doesn't realize what he's been yearning for until he takes over watching th pot boiling on th stove so Art can make his pasta sauce, until Eric comes up behind him n wraps his arms around his middle n rests his cheek against his back for a little bit. this is all Lawrence has ever truly wanted n I know I said tht w Eric too, but like. this is Lawrence's family, just as much as Diana is. n he like has to take a quick moment, set th wooden spoon down he's using 2 stir th pot w the pasta itself in it n just breathe. n Eric just Gets It, y'know? like Lawrence doesn't even have to say a word 2 know he's understood n its just. he's so so happy, for all his (entirely feigned, this man has such a big heart) exasperation n sighing. he loves these ppl. this is his family.

smth tht is very important 2 Lawrence regarding Daniel is tht he makes sure they know he's there fr them. u've mentioned this b4 also, but Lawrence has a very unique understanding of what Eric went thru as a parent who had a child tht was Also endangered by Jigsaw, n as such also has tht unique understanding of helping his child cope w what she went thru during her Own experience. he makes a point to sort of make himself available fr Daniel like tht bc yes they aren't Diana, and yes Daniel isn't his kid, but he still Cares abt them + is more than willing 2 pass on some of th stuff he's learned while helping Diana cope w her own experience (he's very careful abt this, bc he doesn't want 2 like. take tht role frm Eric, esp when he's doing much better in his recovery. but they've had talks abt tht b4 n Eric makes it very clear tht its okay). I think it takes Daniel a lil bit 2 approach him on their own - not bc they don't trust him or bc they think he's intimidating - but once they do, its very beneficial fr both of them tbh? even if they're not discussing the Nerve Gas House/Bathroom/what have u its a rly nice thing fr them to just sit together n talk.

Lawrence, like Art, is a good listener but on th flip side: Daniel tends 2 look to him fr a solution, or at least smth he can do to like. take his mind off of it fr a bit. a good avenue of this is tht Daniel has a mild interest in th medical field, so he often likes listening 2 whatever Lawrence is willing 2 tell him abt on tht front! n its still smth Lawrence is very passionate abt (he DID return to working in th hospital eventually, after all), so he honestly rly enjoys getting to talk abt it every now n then! so like sometimes Eric will come home frm work n see Adam sat on th couch next to Art + with Mallick's head resting against his thigh while he plays w his hair, n Lawrence n Daniel are spread out on th floor deep in discussion abt what Lawrence had done at work tht day/a topic Daniel had specifically requested, sitting diagonally across frm each other w their feet touching while they roll a ball back n forth bc Daniel focuses easier when they've got smth to fidget w and its just like. this synchronicity. shared heartbeats n breath n space. they've never belonged anywhere more than they all do right here, in this moment, together.

and it's so easy, like they've never done any different. like they've known each other for years and years and have always been this unit, have always been AdamEricArtMallickLawrence + Daniel. n tht is their family. that is their special brand of love and kindness and understanding. tht is how they cherish their lives, whether or not John would deem it the "right" way - who the fuck cares? they're happy! they're so blissfully domestically overwhelmingly happy and there is more than enough love 2 go around n THAT is what I'm here 4. they couldn't find the family they so desperately sought after so they MADE one!!! I could go on abt that fr hours!!! its the togetherness the unconditional love the hand-in-hand shoulder-to-shoulder of it all!!! (which is, of course, only made BETTER by th connectedness and understanding of trans ppl w other trans ppl + their supportive partners/parents (in Daniel's case)!! I'm losing it!!!)

ANYWAY I had way more thoughts abt this than I thought I did hfjdkskdk thank u so so much!!

#saw #eric #adam #art #daniel #mallick #lawrence #found family!!!! tht's th name of th game!!!#asks #also hi I'm gonna work on tht masterpost a lil bit later!!#ty again fr th ask beloved mutual s4w 💖

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kookieskiwi · 5 years ago

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Hi kookieskiwi Im a fan of your works 💜💜. Is the request open? If it is a yes can I request Idol Au + "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?". Im sorry this is first time I ask request. If it is not burden you can I ask more request? Sorry for being awkward 😭

(Thank you for being a fan 🥺 and requests are always open with me ❤️ don’t be sorry at all, me myself I’ve never asked for a request bc I’m too nervous so you’re braver than myself 💜 writing what y’all want is never a burden to me, it may take a few days but I will ALWAYS do it, and you aren’t awkward at all. In fact your really cute lol ☺️🌱) (there’s not that much dialogue in here but I think it’s okay)

Song mentioned is Human by Christina Perry

Being an idol wasn’t easy especially for a foreigner like yourself. You had to fight tremendously hard for your place and even then you weren’t widely accepted amongst other idols. When you signed with BigHit 12 years ago you had spent six of those years in training in order to make it in this cruel world of perfection.

The hate started when you had first debuted under the company which was right around when BTS was rising in fame all over the world. Before that you had gotten some media coverage but the only claims were that you were a makeup artist or staff member. But when it was announced that you were among a solo debut as the first female artist under their company things went two ways. There were people who supported you from the beginning and then there were those who absolutely despised you. BTS and a majority of their fans were part of the long list which included other idol groups and their fan bases.

What confused you the most was the fact that you had done absolutely nothing to any of them, you hadn’t even come out to say anything about yourself. You hadn’t given them a reason to hate you but they still found the smallest things to make you break down. The BTS members themselves wouldn’t speak to you but they’d glare at you, leave the room if you entered or refuse to enter if you were there.

It hurt but the hate only became more of a reason for you to push yourself and make them see who you really were. When BTS hit their peak of success their actions towards you has simmered down, they were simply too busy to care anymore. However there were idols and idol groups that absolutely loved you like: TXT, IU, Mamamoo, Eric Nam, Amber Liu, Taemin, Sunmi and KARD.

Not being completely hated and alone gave you a better feeling but the hate still got to you. Over the years you had grown your own fan base and gotten support from many companies that asked you to model for them. You weren’t as famous as BTS and you knew you’d never be but you were inching closer which they ans everyone else saw.

Bang PD was your number one supporter throughout the whole thing although he mentioned nothing to BTS to stop their anger towards you. That was completely fine with you, you were all adults and you could handle things on your own.

You grew your career by being your true self when even when the cameras were pointed at you. At your concerts you always made sure there was indifference between your fans. You’d proudly bring out a pride flag to spend a portion of your concerts thanking all those who were part of the community or being brave. The first time you had done that media outlets raced to ask you why you did, many claimed it to be an act for clout but you set those rumors straight very quickly.

“No, I’m not like other idols who want clout. I’m perfectly fine with losing or gaining fans with my actions no matter what they may be. I brought out the Pride Flag because in the world there is so much debate about love, sexual orientation and gender equality. Love isn’t a political debate it’s a human emotion, a pure one at that which I believe should be expressed however it may be and whoever it may be with. I will never discriminate anyone based on their personal decisions, you do you boo. It’s your body, your life so it must be your choice how you live it.” You answered matter of factly shocking everyone in the room including the interviewer and crew.

Since then you’ve had many more supporters and you’ve even used half of the concert funds to donate to several different charities for minorities of all kinds whether it be race, sexuality or victims of anything. A week ago you had won ‘Best Breakthrough Artist’ ‘Activist of the Year’ and ‘Inspiring Artist Award’ at the MAMA. You had also performed a solo song which you had been saving to slap ever Jeon in the face metaphorically.

Your song ‘Human’ which you preformed hit the top of the charts worldwide. It was about everyone who doubted you, who hated you for no reason, to everyone who was now your fan.

The next day you were back in your studio hard at work ignoring all the news articles, twitter feeds and conspiracy theories about you. Your new album which featured ‘Human’ was set to be released in a month so you were finishing up some last minute vocals and tracks before you headed over to the dance studio to practice your choreography.

Suddenly a knock at your studio door drew you from the depths of your focus. “Come in.” You said in a monotone reverting your focus back to the screen in front of you. You could hear the door open followed by several sets of footsteps before the door clicking closed shortly after.

“Y/n.” The the voice called, at the recognition of who the owner of that deep, sophisticated voice you froze instantly in fear. Slowly you turned to face him only to see all seven of them standing before you in your large studio. They were dressed casually but not slobby in stylish outfits mainly from designer brands so I guess it was the sloppiest you could get with Gucci on.

“What- what are you guys doing here?” You asked cautiously trying to avoid eye contact with all of them but it seemed to be getting harder and harder the longer they stood there. “We were about to get lunch and we were wondering if you wanted to come along?” Hoseok asked stumbling over his words slightly. You tilted your head in utter confusion, was this a joke? You’d never spoke to them much less eaten with them. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” You questioned narrowing your eyes in suspicion at their actions. Why now? Was it because of your song? Did they finally get the massage after all these years?

“We- we wanted to apologize for how we’ve treated you. It was unprofessional and childish to do what we did and we cannot be sorry enough.” Jin explained bowing head in sorrow making the rest follow in suit. They were what now? Apologizing!? Your head spun a million miles an hour trying to come up with a valid response to their sudden apology.

“I have to agree, I gave you and all the other’s no reason to hate me. I never understood why or what I had done and I’m not going to lie, you guys were totally assholes.” You smiled at the end of your statement before continuing, “when your fans saw your dislike for me they too started hating me which took a toll on me. But the past is in the past, I’ll be willing to start over if you explain to them why you did it and that you came to me, not the other way around.”

“Oh my, y/n of course we will. I, we, are so sorry about everything and the truth is, we were terrified that you’d get the fame we had worked for since you signed under this company. It was an irrational fear that we shouldn’t have assumed from you, we are so sorry.” Taehyung said opening his arms hopefully. You smiled arising from your chair to enter his arms, the feeling you had longed for for so long was finally felt. One by one the others joined the hug, Jimin having to pull Yoongi in since he was still standing on the sidelines. It felt so nice to finally have a burden let off your chest, you knew why they did it and you could see why too. You would’ve done it too, maybe not for that long and not to the extreme, but you would’ve done it.

“I forgave you guys the second you entered my studio.”

#bangtan #bts au #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts ot7 fic #bts x reader #anon #thank you anon #lovely anon #anonymous #anon request #anon ask #idol!au #idol!reader

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spookyold-saintjm · 5 years ago

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Smut #2 with Eric Derekson x Fem Reader cuz he needs some lovin’

2: “I need you.”

From this prompt list (requests open until Sunday night!)

Okay I tried but can’t personally imagine writing full-on Eric smut bc my BABY but here’s this little thing that I threw up on my phone just now. Oh god how I want to give this boy some good lovin tho.

Also I didn’t actually end up using pronouns in this so this is actually for anyone I suppose!

Eric Derekson x reader

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“You okay?” you asked Eric, checking in with him as you placed slow, heated kisses along his jaw.

“Y—something like that,” he replied, making you giggle. His hands pressed into your back, bringing you closer to him as you were seated on his lap in the couch in your apartment. Your knees rested on the couch on either side of his thighs, and you leaned your head down further to slide your lips from his jaw and down his neck, earning a small gasp from him when you hit the spot you knew he secretly loved so much for you to kiss. These more intimate moments with your boyfriend weren’t completely unfamiliar, but still fairly new territory for you both. However, tonight Eric had been much more...insistent. You weren’t complaining.

“You’re so—you’re beautiful,” he muttered once you’d pulled away. You brought his hands around to rest at your waist as you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it over your shoulder to some unknown part of the room.

You tilted your head at him with a smile, a dull heat spreading to your cheeks at his words before leaning back down to connect your lips, your bare chest pressed to his once you removed his own shirt in the frantic need for any contact you could get.

You could have stayed like that for hours, your mouths and hands contentedly, quietly exploring each other with hushed words of stuttered affection from Eric and occasional giggles and returned sentiments from you. But when you caught youself reflexively rocking your hips once, twice softly against him, you froze at the realization that Eric had stopped moving entirely and was simply staring up at you, glasses long gone of course, with lust-blown eyes that somehow still reflected his timidity.

You leaned back, hands dropping from where they’d rested on his shoulders. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You didn’t have a chance to finish before Eric was pulling you back to him, his lips pressing hard against yours, hands wrapped around your wrists. He soon after slurred something so quiet between kisses that you had hardly heard more than a hum at first.

“What was that?” you asked as you reached to tangle your fingers into the dark waves of hair at the top of his head.

He met your eyes just before you pressed your forehead against his, chests heaving in an effort to catch your breath.

“I—I need you,” he breathed, barely more than a whisper. “I need you. Please?”

Your heart swelled and your entire body felt electric at the soft simplicity of his words. Words you had waited so long to hear, but never pressed.

You smiled at him, gently kissing his cheek before guiding him so that he was lying on his back on the couch. You swung your legs over so that they were on either side of him again as you leaned down to press one long, slow, burning kiss to his lips as your hand traveled down to rest at the waist of his jeans.

“Well why didn’t you just say so?” You asked him with a grin.

#formatting on mobile is a disaster wow #also uh I FEEL DIRTY because ERIC IS A WHOLESOME BOY #BUT YES U RIGHT HE NEEDS LOVE #i volunteer #eric derekson x reader #eric derekson imagine

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thingsandtrichotillomania · 5 years ago

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Week 4

School

I honestly just didn’t feel like doing daily updates. Classes have been good, I haven’t dropped any of them. I can tolerate the work load. Most of the instruction is online. I’ve opted to go to my Sociology class on Mondays and Wednesdays when I can, and Japanese is only hosted in class on Wednesday. The rest of it is online discussion boards. I don’t have to show up for any video calls other than Japanese on Fridays.

The dorm is okay. My sister and I think that our roommate is fake though. She got super upset about dishes or something, but didn’t tell us an issue. I over herd her complaining to her boyfriend before she slammed the door as she left and didn’t come back for like a whole ass day. I’m over it though. I really don’t care. We do our dishes, at least they are clean. Though we do know now to not forget to then put them away, but it’s not like its 10+ dishes, mostly 5 or less. Our roommate though will leave dishes in there overnight or through the whole day so like, she has the bigger issue. ANYWAYS.

I honestly haven’t stayed at the dorm much. I’ve come home pretty much every weekend except for move in weekend. Meaning I sleep there maybe 3 nights before going home. I was going to go back after labor day weekend and then stay the whole week (8 days) before coming back but my little brother’s birthday party is later this month and it “messed up” my hypothetical plan.

Job w/School

A few days ago, Eric suggested since I’m most likely going to be coming home every weekend, why not go back to work. I’ve been talking about going back to work since my funds have pretty much dried out already and who knows when my school money will get here. I had already applied to a store 6 minutes from where I’m staying at campus but I haven’t heard back. And I know at the store I used to work, it’s a guaranteed job.

So on Friday (two days ago) I went there and asked Anthony for my job and ofc he said yes. They’ve been struggling with having enough of people so I’m very much needed right now.

The plan is to work Thursday - Saturday, about 6 hours each day. I’ll go back to campus on Sunday and then be there until Wednesday evening or Thursday morning before coming back home to work. I’m glad to be going back to work.

Labor day messed up going back this week though. I’ve only really got one class this week and it’s Sociology on Wednesday, I don’t even have to go to that though, I can do that online. So I’ve opted to just drop my sister off at the dorm on Monday evening and get my clothes to do laundry, and then come back. Then I’ll work Tuesday - Saturday just to rack up some hours before going back to campus on Sunday evening. Then we go to the schedule mentioned above.

I think it’ll be a good plan? That way I’m going to school, but also having a purpose to come home and won’t feel too guilty for doing so. And this doesn’t even have to be an all school year thing. I could just do this this semester and then next semester, be more on campus, with more in person classes. Boom plan.

Therapy

Therapy has been okay. We have moved slightly away from anxiety and I’m trying to push it more of in a gender direction. Don’t get me wrong, I still suffer from anxiety and it sucks, but right now gender has been screaming at me just a bit more, so I’m going to finally pay attention to it. It’s been ignored for long enough and it’s about time I figure out who I am.

I do feel guilty for not using my coping strategies I’ve been taught. I should use them more. The worry tree, my popsical sticks, what I can and can’t control, etc. But I am so so focused on my gender issues that I kind of forget to, either that or my anxiety is just swept under and it’s going to manifest again and get worse.

She had to cancel our last session. I figured it was because last time she told me that she was going on a trip this weekend for labor day and that I was her last scheduled for Friday morning. I guess something came up and I wasn’t able to be seen. That’s fine though. I just don’t know when my next appointment is, which is a bit scary because it seems to be that every time I go to schedule one, she’s almost all booked for the next week.

Tbh I’m a bit nervous. I hope that the notification doesn’t bother her. I’m sorry. I forgot I could request an appointment so I just did for Thursday at 4:30, which means I might just ask for Thursday off so I can go to campus and get Sabrina and do Eric’s thing and have therapy online. Either that or I can just request to go in at 6. I need to figure out something soon though bc it’s Sunday. Hmmmm. I think I’ll just go in at six.

Gender

The last topic I wanted to rant about today, honestly the thing that made me come here. I keep saying I don’t know but like, I know some things. I right now am between non-binary and trans.

Non-binary describes the moments where I just don’t give a fuck about my gender. It’s like, something in the back of my mind. I still don’t like female pronouns or body bits and things, but it’s not “important”. I tend to aim towards an androgyny look, but at the same time, shorts don’t really bother me, I see it as a necessity bc it’s hot.

Trans describes mainly what I’m feeling right now. Where I really don’t like body bits or how I’m viewed socially. I get dysphoria over my chest, and bottom bits. I want to bind or chop off my tits. I want to appear as male and start Testosterone. The issue with that is I really don’t want all of the extra body hair or a super deep voice. Also Eric said he didn’t really know how to feel about it either. He expressed dislike for the extra body hair and changing of lower body bits. And I love him more than anything in the world, but I also just want to feel comfortable.

I can’t argue with him right now, because I really don’t know what I EXACTLY want with myself either. I can’t fight to start T and express how happy it’ll make me because I just don’t know. I feel like the only thing I do know right now is that I want my boobs out of here and to be seen as male. It’s just so hard because family, and I don’t even know where to begin with telling them.

I came out to my sister, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that. She still doesn’t call me Skylar or use male pronouns. I don’t really correct her though, so it’s my fault.

September 6th, 2020

#Life Update #College #LGBT #Trans #Transgender #Non Binary #Univeristy #Testosterone #T #Therapy #Mental Health #school

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5sos-seavey · 6 years ago

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Addicted - Blake Richardson

Blake Richardson Blurb

Request: from @blissfulblake - WATCHING TRASHY TV LIKE LOVE ISLAND OR BACHELOR WITH BLAKE AND GETTING SO INVESTED

Warning(s): some swearing

Tags: @kvd963, @peachybeachyqueeny, @bessonbear, @0totally-tubular0, @katie-avery, @tigerreece, @jonahmaraisstuff, @blissfulblake, @danielseaveyismyworld

A/N: since I know the the bachelorette just ended and I watched the last few episodes lol, I’m gonna change it to that, and I’m gonna make it the USA love island bc I also watched that too bc ya girl is trash lmao

SPOILERS FOR THE BACHELORETTE AND LOVE ISLAND USA IF ANYONE CARES OR HASNT WATCHED YET LOL

You were in the kitchen making more popcorn for you tv night with Blake thinking you’d have enough time during the commercial but then you hear Blake yelling, “Y/N get in here! The first guy is in the car on his way to Hannah!” The bachelorette was first on the list to watch since you both knew there’d be spoilers in an hour so you had to watch it live since it was the finale, “I’m coming,” you shouted back running to the living room.” You got to the couch and sat next to Blake just as the black SUV was pulling up to Chris, the host. “I swear to god if Tyler C. comes out of the car I will lose my shit,” you say knowing that the first person to arrive was always the one that was going to be sent home. And just as you said that, Tyler C. came out of the car and both you and Blake list it, “how could she choose Jed?! Tyler C. is clearly the better option!” “Right! Like no girl wants a guy like that! Doesn’t she know that he had a girlfriend coming into the show!” “Well if she didn’t at the point, she’s gonna find out and we’re gonna see the aftermath,” Blake said.

“Tyler C. had that whole speech and Hannah just didn’t choose him wow. And watch, this bitch Jed is gonna come on with his freaking guitar like a dumbass and still get chosen wow,” Blake spoke out of frustration which made you kinda laugh. You still never got over how he got so into watching these shows with you. And once the commercial break ended, out came Jed, and what do you know, with a goddamn guitar, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME,” Blake shouted so clearly annoyed and disgusted by this man, “if Hannah doesn’t find out all of this slim ball’s secrets, I’m gonna go to her house and tell her myself! Oh my god, please mute this, I can’t listen to him sing to her and watch this proposal, I’m going to throw up!” At this point you’re hysterically laughing at Blake’s reactions and commentary, “this is no laughing matter! This is the rest of Hannah’s life,” he says to you, now laughing as well.

Once you finished The Bachelorette, you moved into Love Island, and you had a few episodes to watch since they’re on every night and you both don’t have time to sit and watch it every night. “Kyra has to pick Cashel and not Eric, she’s gonna regret it if she does, she so clearly is falling for him, she’s just being scared,” you tell Blake. “True, but, I like Eric and I think he fits Kyra’s personality well.” You gasp jokingly, “how could you say that?! Whatever, as long as Elizabeth and Zac, and Alexandra and Dylan stay together, which they will, everything will be fine. One of them is gonna win anyways. Sent everyone else home,” you say getting louder at the end when you speak to the tv. Now Blake is the one laughing at your dedication to this show, “and you thought I was bad watching The Bachlorette.” “Oh shut up,” you say lighting hitting his arm, laughing.

Blake wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him as you watch the next episode of Love Island and he leans his head on your shoulder. “Are you tired,” you ask him. He yawns, “hmm no.” You stifle a laugh, “you can lay across my lap if you wanna get more comfy,” you tell him. And almost immediately his head is laying in your lap. “If you start you fall asleep, you should go upstairs soon though, Blake,” you whisper softly to him. He takes a moment to reply, being that he’s tired, “not without you.” This makes you smile, and you run your hand through his hair and lean down to kiss his forehead, “I love you sleepy.” “Love you too,” Blake says quietly as he cuddles into your lap more, slowly falling asleep.

#blake richardson #blake richardson imagine #blake richardson imagines #blake richardson blurb #blake richardson x reader #new hope club #new hope club imagine #new hope club imagines #new hope club blurb #nhc #nhc imagine #nhc imagines #nhc blurb #sams work

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banghyung · 6 years ago

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pavement (f)

word count - 1.1k

warnings - yeosang feels :((, fluff

member - Yeosang of ATEEZ

request - hi hello can i request a fluffy scenario with either yeosang (ateez) or eric (tbz) where he offers to teach his crush how to skateboard pls :((

a/n - it was actually really hard for me to choose which one to do because Yeosang is one of my 8 biases in ATEEZ and Eric is my ult - but I decided on Yeosang bc there’s not enough content for him and I have an Eric skateboard fluff already planned ;)

The pavement was your best friend. It also, unsurprisingly, was pretty clingy. Every time you got off of the pavement and onto that stupid skateboard, you always ended up back on the pavement. You honestly didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you told Yeosang that you wanted to learn how to skateboard. You just wanted to be able to participate in one of his favorite hobbies with him, you didn’t think that you would be making intense eye contact with the ground the entire time. Frustrated at your lack of skill, you sat down on the blacktop and admired the handsome boy that was currently chasing the board.

“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll get better, I promise. We just have to keep working on your balance.” Yeosang said, with a smile that would challenge the sun. You couldn’t help but smile back, the beauty of the man in front of you making you breathless.

“I wouldn’t count on it, we’ve been trying for hours now and I haven’t gotten any better,” you pouted.

“Well, first of all, it’s been maybe ten minutes,” Yeosang said with a laugh as he made his way back to you. “And second of all, you’ve definitely gotten better. At the beginning you couldn’t even get both feet onto the board, but you made it at least 3 meters before you lost your balance that last time.”

You can’t help but let a playful little smile creep onto your face. “You’re right, I have gotten better, haven’t I?”

The boy sitting next to you let out a melodious laugh, the kind that you would gladly play on repeat for the rest of your life, “Yes, my love, you’re doing amazing.”

“Well, then, should we try again?” You ask, hopping up from your spot on the pavement and holding out your hands to help your boyfriend up as well. Grinning at you and taking your hands, he pulls himself up and then pulls you into his embrace. He hugged you tightly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You’ve got this,” he said reassuringly as he moved the board in front of you.

You stood on one side of the skateboard while he stood on the other, ready to help you balance when you needed it. You took one unsteady step onto the board and immediately his hands flew to your hips to help you balance. “You’ve got it,” he repeated, your cheeks flushed at the contact while your heart began pounding at a pace that was surely unhealthy. He moved his foot in front of the wheels to stop them from rolling forward as you lifted your other foot onto the board. Once he made sure you were stable enough, he moved his foot out from in front of the wheel.

“Alright, I’ll keep holding onto you to keep you steady, but remember to take that foot off and push off of the ground gently.”

You did as you were told, wobbling slightly as the board moved with the shift of weight. But, as he promised, Yeosang was there to help steady you. You pushed your foot off of the ground gently, moving at a speed that was plenty fast for you. Yeosang walked next to you as you, somewhat, rode the skateboard, one hand on your hip in case you needed stability.

Suddenly, the board hit something, and you went flying off - well, as fast as you can fly off of a skateboard going about 3 miles per hour. You braced yourself for the impact of the pavement, and were shocked when it didn’t come. You slowly opened your eyes to reveal what was definitely an angel holding you. The sun was hitting Yeosang at just the perfect angle, his skin was glowing, his smile was blinding, and the light reflecting off of his hair could maybe almost make a halo.

“Wow, I must surely have died. Is this heaven?” You cheesed as your boyfriend helped you stand back up.

“Everyday that I’m with you I’m in heaven,” he answered cheekily, giving you a wink before he ran off after the runaway skateboard. You smiled softly to yourself, knowing with absolute certainty that you were the luckiest person on earth with a boyfriend like Yeosang.

“You wanna try again?” He asked, and you really wanted to say no, but the thought of being able to ride with Yeosang at your side was an image that you were desperate to make a reality.

“Yes, let’s go,” you responded determinedly.

Your boyfriend beamed at you, his eyes transforming into the small crescent moons that make your heart do back flips inside your chest. “That’s my girl.”

Your chest fluttered, and your determination increased. You were going to master this skateboard, even if it was the last thing that you would ever do - you weren’t even being dramatic. Slowly, you clambered onto the skateboard, Yeosang’s hands instinctively rushing out to help you balance.

“I got this,” you said quietly, trying to hype yourself up.

“Hey, look at me,” Yeosang said, grabbing your chin gently. “You got this.” He stepped closer to you and pressed his lips against yours, the extra height of the skateboard allowing you to comfortably rest your arms on his shoulders. His kiss was so full of love and encouragement that, in that moment, you felt like you could take on the whole world and win. As he broke away, he left another short peck on your forehead, and then smiled encouragingly at you.

You put your foot on the ground and slowly pushed off, a little faster than the last time, but still slow enough for you to feel comfortable. You were awaiting the bump in the road that inevitably launched you from the board, but it never came. You rode, slowly, until the board came to a stop.

You jumped off the board, yelling, “Did you see that? Did you see it? I did it!”

Yeosang ran to you, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you around. “You did it baby! I’m so proud of you.”

You pressed your lips against his excitedly, pulling away only to say, “Well, I have a pretty amazing teacher,” and then pressing your kissing him once more. Disconnecting to catch your breath, you enthusiastically ask, “Can I do it again?”

“Of course you can,” Yeosang replied, falling in love with you all over again.

#request #banghyung.txt #mine #yeosang ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #yeosang imagines #yeosang fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #my bb yeosang :((

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