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Hello my divine queen... I'm writing with the request as I promised~ sorry it took some time, I had night shift so I was in state of uselessness all morning lol. Alright, let me get started so I don't take away much of your precious time~

When it comes to my personality traits, I'm convinced you're one of the people that know me the best but I would describe myself as a person with impeccable sense of humour, who's socially awkward beyond imagination with prominent sprinkles of anxiety and over-thinking. I also do like to consider myself to be open-minded and fairly patient (but the occasional anger outbursts are inevitable as the society we live in is packed with idiots).

As far as I'm concerned with my hobbies, I'm college student so I'm not allowed to have any of those... of course, I'm kidding :) my hobbies include unhealthy amount of day-dreaming, recetly I picked up playing the piano again, writing, listening to music, gaming, avoidance of fellow human beings and my responsibilities.

Some of my *favourites* that I can think of:

Movies and/or series - Hotarubi no Mori e, Doukyuusei (this is my comfort anime movie), Anna and the King, LOTR, Stranger Things (of course this masterpiece needs to make the list-)

Songs - any Imagine Dragons song, lots of The Neighbourhood songs, and some of the recent songs I'm obsessing over are Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name, Nirvana - Come as You Are, Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire, Metallica - Enter Sandman (I swear it's not just a phase mom...)

Places - my bed :) or nature (unless it's pollen season, allergy hits like a bitc-)

My dreams and aspirations include figuring the fuck out how I'm supposed to get my life together... genuinely, I don't have any specific goal at the moment, maybe just graduating from the hell hole college of mine hi hi... and after that just finding much needed balance in my personal life~

Zodiac sign - Cancer 🤟🏻

MBTI - INFP

Aesthetic - I'm spiritually in love with dark naturalism

And after long debate with myself, I'd like to know who would you ship me with from Stray Kids, even though I'm not super familiar with them yet. Thank you so so much in advance sweetie 💗

Hello, darling! 💞 Your request literally made my day, thank you so much for joining my celebration, I love you endlessly 💗

I literally squealed when I saw you requesting SKZ ship because I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSSSS FOR SO LONG ajbgsjvshgjds

Now let's get straight to it on my momma we lit!!!!

I took my time to think about this, not gonna lie and I finally made my decision to ship you with Felix!

My reasoning behind it:

- you're Cancer and INFP which is kind of perfectly compatible with his Virgo and ENFP :)

- Felix is sunshine and literally the sweetest freaking person on the planet Earth so I can be 100% sure that man would treat you right just as you deserve

- he'd also be very understanding towards your needs and would never do anything without your permission so GREEN FLAG (there's not enough of them in our lives and you know it)

- he can cook and bake and as far as I'm aware you enjoy cooking and baking from time to time soooo you could do cooking/baking dates hihi

- I know you're obsessed with his voice (who isn't?!) and I'm sure he'd enjoy that very much lmao

- He loves anime, MCU and is a gamer (he actually recently started playing Genshin I think?)... can this boy be more perfect for you????? don't think so

- he also loves Imagine Dragons sooooo tickets as Christmas presents I guess ?? hehe

- you're such a lovable, kind and amazing person and I'm sure Felix of all people would appreciate you so much and he'd definitely treat you like a queen so I could rest peacefully and not worry about your well-being lol so this was an easy choice :)

You come home, letting out an exhausted sigh as you let your bag hit the ground. You slip your shoes off and hang your jacket before you make your way further into your flat, the one you share with Felix.

He is exactly who you're searching for now as you take a peak inside your kitchen only to find it empty, yet there's a lingering smell of something delicious luring you in and so you cross the doorstep and make your way to the stove. He left some noodles for you that he cooked earlier, making you smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

"Hey," the deep voice coming from behind you makes you turn around quickly only to be met with Felix leaning against the doorframe, a small smile on his plush lips.

"Hi," you grin tiredly.

"I left you some noodles. It's the one you liked the last time," he states as he approaches you, making you curse your heart for skipping a beat at his sudden proximity.

"Thanks, Lixie. I really appreciate that," you murmur, looking at the food to avoid facing your roommate who leans against the counter right next to you, facing you with a smile on his stupidly handsome face.

"How was today?"

"Freaking sucked," you admit, letting out an exhausted sigh as you dare to glance up at him only to be met with sympathetic pout on his lips.

"I'm sorry to hear that. We could- we could game for a while if you'd like to. I actually made some progress in Genshin while you were gone," he states and you can't help but smile.

"Oh, you did? You have to show me," you state, suddenly feeling a bit more energized at the promise of spending time with him doing something you both actually enjoy. That might be just the right thing to help you get rid of all the stress that university life is giving you.

"For sure!" He nods with a grin.

"I-I'll just change and I'll be right back," you say, pushing away from the stove and heading for the door.

"I'll warm up the noodles for you," he offers.

"Thanks, Lixie!"

"No prob."

After you change into pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that maybe, just maybe used to belong to your roommate, you join him in the living room, your steaming bowl of noodles already waiting for you and so is Felix, controller in a hand and the game on the tv, yet his attention is on you the minute you enter the room, making your cheeks warm up.

"Thank you for the food," you murmur as you slide on the couch next to him, keeping a respectful distance.

"It's alright. You deserve to be taken care of," he states matter-of-factly, adverting his eyes to the screen, leaving you staring at him with lips softly parted. Sometimes you wonder if this boy is even real.

When you snap out of your little stupor you reach for the bowl and actually start eating, while watching Felix play.

As the time passes by, the noodles disappear from your bowl bit by bit while you and Felix engage in playful banter. He tells you about his dance practices and the new song he's working on with Hyunjin while you tell him about what a hell your major is these days, you both laughing at all the escapades you've been through so far.

Eventually, you put the bowl back on the table, leaving it empty before you adjust your position on the couch, looking for something more comfortable until you somehow end up with your head on Felix's shoulder. He doesn't seem to mind, too focused on the screen and the game and so you stay like that, ignoring the wild thrumming of your heart.

Felix senses you're getting tired and so he reaches for a blanket, covering your form before casually going back to talking, lowering his voice now, keeping his tone gentle and quiet as he tells you about all he managed to achieve in the game while you were away, the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. You cuddle up closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm as your eyes get heavier and heavier, your soft touches sending Felix into cardiac arrest even though he seems as calm as ever.

He eventually quiets down completely, the game practically forgotten now as he finds himself looking down at you, dozed off with your face nuzzled into his shoulder, fisting the material of his hoodie in your balled hand.

He can't help the way his heart clenches at the sight of you, not when you look so sweet, not when moments like this are so rare with the two of you. He leans closer to you, careful not to wake you up before he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, a small smile settling on his lips once he pulls away.

“I got you, darling."

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paradoxical-mind · 6 months

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Chapter 1: Ordinary

I treaded alone in the forest, the course dirt and grass under my feet. I had gathered some water from the river nearby my village, mom said to get it for the farm. I accidentally bump my long antlers on one of the evergreen trees, I almost fell out of balance and fall down, the water splashing out of the wooden bucket it was in. It's quite annoying really, I often do that a lot while I'm strolling innocently in the forest. It doesn't hurt or anything, it's just a slight inconvenience to me. I stop walking for a moment to let the water calm down, and continued walking towards the village I live in. The geography of the evergreen forest my tribe lives in was basically hammered into my brain ever since I was young, so I can handle a simple walk or an errand. I walked into the village, water bucket in hand. The houses here are made of mud and clay for the most part. People greet me while they walk by. I was never really great at hellos or goodbyes so I don't really say anything back, sorry if that's rude, but they don't seem to mind. I eventually made it to my house, opening the door. My mom turned to look at me..

"Hey sweetie, thanks for getting the water." My mom made a thumbs up gesture.

"No problem, mom." I walked past the kitchen into my room, closing the wooden door behind me. I sat on my chair, tapping my fingers on the desk as I wonder what I'll do next. Oh, that's right, I have an empty journal my dad gave me for a present. I pulled out the journal from the bookshelf right next to my desk, it had a green cover, with a little white spot for me to write my name on. I picked up the quill I use to write, there was a small container full of black ink next to it. I dipped the tip of the quill into the ink, I then got myself comfortable. I'm not really sure how to start this type of thing, I never have, it's my first time writing this so I don't really know how this'll turn out. I should probably start introducing myself and the family I guess. It's not like anyone's gonna read this, but why not.

My name is Zexter Silvius. I'm 17 years old, I just had my birthday one months ago, there's not much to say about myself. I live in a small village in a large forest, quite nice and nothin' too special. I'm a Wookard (species mentioned in the introduction) there are like one or two more villages spread around the forest. We all share parts of the forest and rarely ever disagree on anything if I remember correctly. I don't have much friends, maybe one or two here and there but I'm mostly too nervous to actually ask anyone to be my friend myself. The friends I make are either because my friend introduced me to them, or they came to me and started hanging out with me. Yeah, I'm really introverted. The friends I do have are not really close to me, which is understandable. They probably think I'm too quiet, considering they are all some-what extroverted. Theres not much going on in my life, really.

My mom, her name is Victoria. She's always proud of me for whatever accomplishment I make, I appreciate the gesture but it just makes me feel more embarrassed if I think about it. She's got that ordinary motherly vibe to her, she's also some-what strict with important rules. My mom is always the one in charge of the small farm our family has, probably because my dad and I are too inexperienced to do it ourselves. She's protective of me and my family, speaking of which, is pretty small. Then we have my dad, Creed. He's REALLY protective of the family, especially me. He's very laid back and cool with everything most of the time. Overall, my mom and dad are pretty chill and very nice in my opinion. I couldn't ask for anything better, I love them both dearly.

I don't have any other family members, which is a bit disappointing. It would have been nice to have a little brother, someone who would stick with me and make corny jokes all the time. It's quite amusing to watch people ramble excitedly about their own personal interests, it's just something to take my mind off my own thoughts. Sometimes, I kind of wish I could explore somewhere outside of the forest. I've never been outside of the forest before, just imagine how much more is outside this already wonderful place! I could meet new species of people, I could see the landscapes and stuff. The village chieftain along with other adults say that the world outside of the forest lies more danger for us to overcome, and that we must stay inside the forest to be safe. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I wouldn't wanna go completely alone either, but I don't have any real close friends that I could tell this to so I'll just have to get through with it already.

I closed the journal as I finished writing. I put the quill inside the ink container and left the book on my desk. I check the wooden clock hanging on the wall, it's already 7 pm? Damn I really got into this journalling stuff. I got out of the chair to bring a lantern over to the desk, it was getting a bit dark in the room after all. I sat back down, and pulled out another book from the bookshelf, it was a book about the biology of different creatures. I was interested in those kind of stuff, biology and all that jazz. That's probably why others don't hang out with me that much, maybe I talk too much about my own interests. I opened it, and started reading.

~ 2 hours later ~

I was quietly reading my book, it was 9 pm. I didn't realize I was so tired, my eyelids felt heavy as they followed along the words on the book. The book had some amazing information about different variety of creatures, it was all so intriguing to read! Reading this just makes me wanna leave the forest, just for a little bit.. I can't help it, who knows what I'll find outside? Sure, there are dangers, but SOMEONE might be interested in coming with me... right? Maybe not, but it's still a hard thought to ignore. I heard the door opening, I turned around from the chair to see who it was.

"Hey kiddo, it's gettin' pretty late. Oh what are you reading?" My dad asked as he came right beside me with a warm smile.

"Oh, it's just a book about biology of different creatures. Nothing special." I closed the book and handed it to my dad for him to get a better look.

My dad took the book from my hands, and opened it up to a random page. He looked at it, there were a lot of diagrams depicting a certain creature. It was all scientific stuff, not like I would expect him to understand most of it, no offense.

"You understand all of this?" My dad looked a bit perplexed and happy, he closed the book and handed the book back to me.

"Yeah, I studied about this kind of stuff." I took the book back, and laid it on the desk.

"Well, look at you, you're 17 and you're already smarter than me!" My dad ruffled my already quite messy hair and laughed.

"You should probably go to bed, that's why I came here in the first place. I got a bit distracted about you being so smart."

"Yeah, I should." I stood up from the chair, I pushed it under the desk and walked towards the bed. I looked back at my dad. "..Hey dad?"

"What's up?"

"Is it okay to go outside of the forest?" I said nervously as I remained eye contact with my dad.

"Uhh.. it's best if you don't. It's for you're own good, plus, what's so important that you would want to leave? We got everything we need in this forest." My dad spoke with a gentle yet joking voice.

"...Yeah, I guess.." I laid down on my bed, covering myself in the bedsheets. I laid my head on the soft pillow, the bed was right next to the wall but I still had some space so my antlers wouldn't bump into it. I slightly tilted my head towards my dad, right in front of the door. "Goodnight dad."

"Goodnight kiddo." My dad said as he turned the lantern off. He looked back to me one last time, giving me a heart-warming and gentle smile. He closed the door.

Huh. So my dad was against going outside the forest, a little disappointing but it's alright, it's for my own safety at the end of the day. I stared at the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts. Is going outside really that dangerous? I'm sure a little stroll outside wouldn't hurt, plus, I have to go outside SOMEDAY. I don't wanna spend my whole life living in the same forest, I get that the village is here, but you know.. I wouldn't mind living somewhere else for once. I'll visit the forest once every while if I do, I'm not just leaving forever you know. There are other sentient beings out there, and I'm completely sure at least ONE of them will like me. Maybe they'll even be my best friend! Gosh, I wish that was true. I sighed, still staring at the ceiling. For now, I'll stay here, but I'll promise that I'll leave this forest someday. It's not that I have anything against it though, I still love this place as much as the tribe. It's just that I'm kind of tired of spending all of my time in the same biome, not going anywhere, just living an ordinary life. My eyelids feel heavy as I continued staring at the ceiling, slowly drifting away from my thoughts and falling asleep.

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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Y/n likes Rafe and knows the feeling is mutual, even if Rafe doesn't want to admit it at first. He doesn't even know how to know he's really in love. Their situation is kind of complicated until one day.

I know I wrote the most stuff for Rafe so far, regarding my OBX writings, but he's my favorite character and I like writing him and trying to capture his personality. Plus I'm usually in the mood for writing HP stuff, so I need to seize every little moment when I feel like writing for a different universe.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x maybank!reader

Words count: 2.4k

Warnings: toxic parenting (only in the beginning), Luke being an abusive father, alcohol and drugs (don't do those irl) also it's not proofread

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The Pogue and the Kook

Walking inside the house, the first thing Y/n noticed was her father. The man was drunk again. Y/n sighed. She couldn't remember a day her father spent fully sober.

The girl looked around the small house. The mess was unbearable, at some point Y/n didn't even try to clean it up anymore. But thankfully her brother wasn't home, he was most likely with his friends.

"Y/n! You're here!"

"And you're drunk."

Y/n and Luke looked at each other, the man swaying on his legs. The girl crossed her arms, giving her father a pityful glance.

"Y/n, sweetie, I need you to lend me some money..." Luke began, but was quickly interrupted.

"Maybe if you didn't spend so much on drugs and alcohol, you wouldn't need to borrow from me."

"I need to flee, I can't stay here. If-"

"Do I look like I have enough money for that?!"

Y/n's voice was filled with anger as she gestured to her clothes. They were clearly worn, her t-shirt had a few small, but visible holes. It was a surprise her shoes were still in one piece each, she couldn't remember when she even bought them. All the money she made, which wasn't much, was spent on the house stuff, food and some basic things for school.

"You ungrateful kids," Luke mumbled, taking a seat on the couch, "I gave you so much and can't expect anything in return?! You two wasted my life."

With tears in her eyes, Y/n said, "no, you wasted your life. Mom left, because she didn't want you to waste her life too."

"She left because of you and JJ! You're both so damn stupid. If not you, my life would have been much better."

This man used to say things like this on a daily basis. Both Y/n and JJ were used to it, but it doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

Y/n started counting in her head in the order to not break down. She clenched her jaw and turned to the door. When her father saw that, he got up from the couch, almost falling over, and closed his palm on Y/n's arm.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Let go of me, it hurts!" Y/n tried to rip her arm out of her father's hold. "I'm gonna go look for JJ, it's getting late and there's school tomorrow. Not that you'd care."

It was a lie, partially. Y/n knew exactly where her brother was and there was school on the next day. But Y/n's plan was to stay over at John B's house at least just for one night, she couldn't bear with her father's drunk bullshit.

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All the Pogues were at the Chateau. Except for Sarah, but that was understandable. Her father had just died so recently, she had a lot of stuff going on. Plus she and John B recently broke up.

"What happened?" JJ asked, a spliff hanging out from his mouth.

It was obvious Y/n was crying. Her cheeks were wet from tears, her eyes were puffy. There was some blood on her lower lip, because she used to bite it when she was stressed.

When Y/n sat on the couch inside the house, she scratched the back of her head, hesitating if she should tell them everything. Neither she nor JJ were afraid of talking about their family problems to other Pogues. The Pogues were more of a family to the Maybank siblings than their actual father. But still, there was something that made Y/n not wanna talk about what had just happened.

"Is dad drunk?" JJ enquired, taking the spliff out of his mouth and resting it between two fingers.

"Yes," Y/n finally spoke, "and he's talking his usual drunk bullshit."

"Like a broken record player. Want some weed?"

Y/n didn't decline, weed used to help her clear her thoughts. Not to mention it made her feel like any problem was irrelevant. The problems were just moments she had to go through, tiny bits of life. What life is truly is a journey on which you're supposed to learn, sometimes from your own mistakes, sometimes from someone else's mistakes.

"Y/n," John B chimed in, "I hope you know you're always welcome here. You can come here whenever and make yourself at home."

Y/n smiled at him. That was the bright side of being a Pogue - they always help each other.

"I'll remember that. Thank you. Is it okay if I stay here tomorrow too? I don't really wanna go home."

"No problem, take your time. The Chateau is a home for all the Pogues."

"Are you coming to the bonfire tomorrow?" Kie joined in the conversation. "It's gonna be a nice moment to chill out."

"I don't feel like partying, sorry," Y/n smiled apologetically. "I think I will just...chill out here."

"That's okay too, but think about the bonfire, you can always change your mind."

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When Y/n woke up on the next day, neither one of her friends were in the house anymore. They must've left for school. Y/n smiled to herself in the mirror, feeling thankful for graduating already.

The girl's phone beeped. Either a sign of low battery or a new message. Y/n haven't charged her phone in a while, she barely used it anyways. Turned out the phone had 19% of battery left.

What nobody knew was that Y/n was quite close to Rafe Cameron. Not that they were dating, they weren't, but they were something someone could call friends. Friends who kissed a few times and called it a drunk mistake, friends who would love to be more than just friends, but weren't brave enough to admit it.

Rafe had been going through a hard time since Ward's death. Y/n knew she couldn't cheer Rafe up when she showed up in front of the Cameron mansion's door, but she knew he needed her.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I don't think it's a good time for a visit." Rose said, opening the door. Neither she nor Ward ever liked Y/n, probably because of the fact that she was a Pogue.

"I feel really sorry for what happened, I can only imagine how awful you feel currently-" Y/n began, but didn't even get to finish.

"No, it doesn't matter, I know you don't feel sorry. Why would you? You only worked for Ward, you probably hated him...anyway, doesn't matter. Was nice to see you. We can talk about your job in a few days, okay?"

Of course they wouldn't. With Ward's death, Y/n had lost her job unless Rafe got any rights to the business. He was only 19, so that was impossible. Now Rose was in charge of everything the Camerons had.

Rafe walked by just in the moment of Rose closing the door. "Let her in," he said. "I wanted to talk to her."

Rose sighed. She let out something between whispering and mouthing, "she's a Pogue," not wanting Y/n to hear it.

But the girl was just on the other side of the door, she heard it. Y/n rolled her eyes, she was so used to Kooks not being so fond of Pogues, but after working for them, Y/n expected to be treated a bit better.

"Just let her in," Rafe demanded, "it's about work, okay?"

Rose let Y/n inside and walked away with an unhappy grimace.

Y/n and Rafe looked at each other. The boy tried to force a smile on his face, but wasn't able to.

"My room." Rafe kind-of-ordered. He went upstairs with Y/n silently following him.

Y/n sat down on Rafe's bed and watched him as he closed the door. In complete silence Rafe walked up to Y/n, standing right in front of her. The girl stood up and looked up to see his face.

Y/n cupped Rafe's face in her hands. Looking into his eyes, she could see tears growing in the corners. Eventually, one tear rolled down the boy's cheek. Y/n stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Rafe pulled away just in the moment when their lips were an inch apart.

"I'm not good for you, Y/n." He whispered.

Y/n's mouth were slightly ajar, as if she wanted to say something. She did want to, but she had no idea how to respond to that.

"I don't care." Was all the girl managed to think of.

"We can't continue...this."

"Why?"

"I've just said why. I'm not good for you."

"Everyone has flaws and I do not care about yours," Y/n slightly walked away from Rafe as her mind realized something, "unless you have a problem with me."

"What do you mean, Y/n?"

Y/n scolded herself in her head, she shouldn't talk about it right now. Her point was that Rafe might be ashamed of being so close with a Pogue, but it's not the kind of an argue anyone would like to start with a person whose dad died a day earlier.

"Nothing, sorry," the girl muttered as her eyes wandered to the floor.

Rafe walked closer to Y/n, who was now leaning on his desk. He took her face in his hands to make her look at him. It wasn't aggressive nor rough, it was a soft and gentle move.

"Y/n, I'm really glad you're here," he spoke, "I don't have any problem with you. All I meant was that I am a...difficult person, you know?"

Despite Rafe's serious tone of voice, a smile made its way to Y/n's face. "I figured it out by now."

"And yet you're here." Rafe was thankful for that. He couldn't quite find the right words, but he was glad to have Y/n by his side in a moment like this.

"It's because I love you."

Silence filled the room, making Y/n regret these words. Rafe's hands pulled away from the girl's face in shock.

Love. Love was a big word and Rafe didn't even know if he's capable of experiencing the feeling. He didn't know what love feels like, so he had no idea if what he felt towards Y/n was love.

Y/n turned her head to the side. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Before Y/n could think about the awkwardness of the situation, Rafe's lips were on hers. Their tongues moved in a steady pace. There was a possibility they would regret it and couldn't blame it on the alcohol, because the both of them were sober.

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"Have you heard about the bonfire?" Y/n asked when she and Rafe laid in the bed. She was drawing invisible patterns on his bare chest with her finger.

Rafe sighed. "I don't feel like going there."

"Not what I meant. My brother and his friends are probably gonna party all night, so we could spend the night together."

"Are you inviting me...to your house?"

"No, not mine. John B's. He said I can come over whenever I want and since nobody will be there tonight, we could take the advantage of it."

This was weird, two lovers hiding together from other people's eyes in a house that didn't belong to neither of them. It got even weirder when it came to realizing the plan.

"Are you sure they aren't there?" Rafe asked, looking around the Chateau.

"Yeah and won't be until tomorrow."

"So we can do whatever we want?"

"Whatever we want, Rafe."

Two lovers. Because it was what they were now, it was what they could label themselves with. There were plenty of things lovers could do in one night.

Y/n and Rafe had a great time together, but when it got darker outside, the atmosphere got more intimate, more mysterious. The lovers ended up having a serious conversation while high on weed. JJ left some of his stuff at the Chateau.

"You know," Y/n began, feeling the weed kicking in harder than usually, "when I said I love you, you didn't say it back."

Rafe avoided replying by taking another hit of the spliff.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same, I get it." Y/n continued. "It just hurts a little. I have no idea why am I saying this right now."

Rafe thought this moment will come later, in weeks, maybe months, just not yet. He didn't want any commitment right now, there was too much going on in his life.

"How does love feel?" Rafe asked. "I mean, what do you think love is? How am I supposed to know if I am in love?"

Y/n didn't talk for a few seconds, thinking. "I know I love you, because I feel...different when I'm with you. I hang out with other guys too and none of them makes me feel fireworks going off inside of me. While you do."

Rafe stubbed out the spliff he was smoking on a nearby table. He looked into Y/n's eyes and realized that. Realized he was, in fact, in love with her.

Rafe put his hands on Y/n's waist and started kissing her without hesitation. These kisses were far from soft, closer to aggressive, almost hungry.

Y/n heard something outside. She tried to push Rafe away to listen to the sound. "Shh, stop, I think I heard someone."

"You said they won't be back until tomorrow." Rafe dismissed. His lips moved to Y/n's neck and he started sucking on it, making sure he will leave marks.

Y/n moaned almost unwillingly, she was trying not to, but it was stronger than her. Her mind wandered for a short period of time, but the voices from the outside getting louder were like a bucket of ice cold water.

"Rafe, stop." Y/n demanded. This time the boy listened to her.

"What's wrong?"

Y/n stood up and walked to the window. Thankfully they didn't turn the light on, so no one from the outside would see them. Actually, the outside was even brighter thanks to lights the Pogues put on a nearby tree.

"They're back." Y/n announced, making sure she's speaking quietly. "But they weren't supposed to be back so soon, fuck."

"What do we do then?"

"We gotta go and hope they won't see us."

And so the two lovers tried to flee from the Chateau unnoticed. The Pogues were busy lighting up a fire, but the door being closed got their attention.

"Fuck," Y/n cursed, "just go before they see you, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah," Rafe placed a quick peck on Y/n's lips before walking away as quietly as he possibly could.

"Hey, Y/n, you're not asleep yet!" Kiara said cheerfully. "Come party with us!"

"Why aren't you at the bonfire?"

"John B got into a fight with Topper, then Sarah got into a fight with some girl, then Sarah and John B got into a fight, then everyone got into a fight with everyone. It's a lot to explain! Sit with us by the fire, we'll tell you everything."

"The bonfire wasn't even that fun," JJ chimed in, "you can be glad you didn't go."

Y/n chuckled. "Oh, I am very glad, trust me."

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Double Trouble

Request: Yes or No

Couldn't think of a better title lmao. This is gonna be real shitty but the intro to series are either amazing or pure shit. Gonna give (Y/N)'s mom and fam a name cause I don't wanna keep writing (M/N) or (L/N). (Y/N) isn't related to any of the characters fyi. Spot the very obvious accidental reference

"Why California? Out of all the places in America, California was choice you went with? Not Washington, Oregon, or fuck, I don't know, North Dakota?" (Y/N) rested his head against the window, watching the houses pass by. His mother, Tanya, glanced at him with a small frown.

"Baby, aren't you tired of Alaska? Same old cold weather?" Tanya asked, staring forward at the empty road. (Y/N) scoffed, sitting up and looking at her with a raised brow.

"You can escape the cold. You can't escape the heat." (Y/N) pointed out, leaning back and picking up his phone with a frown. He looked at the texts from his friend, sighing softly.

Yaya

U already in cali??

(Y/N)

It sucks

Yaya

New school new u bby

Daniel

Whats the time difference?

(Y/N)

It's 4 here

(Y/N)

Wbu?

Yaya

"Baby, could you look at me?" Tanya asked, pulling into the school parking lot and parking the car. (Y/N) turned his head to look at her.

"I'm sorry I suddenly dragged us out of Alaska. I just felt like we could use a change. Alaska feels suffocating as an adult. I want you to have new experiences." Tanya explained softly. (Y/N) nodded, glancing at the students walking into school.

"Listen, if you get anxious or feel sick, text me, okay?" Tanya gave him a comforting smile, running a hand through his hair. (Y/N) nodded, opening the car door. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

"Have a good day, sweetie!"

"You too." (Y/N) closed the door, walking towards the school. He had lived in Seward his whole life. He was used to the cold, the sound of boats, the cold immediately hitting his face the moment he stepped outside. (Y/N) knew it wasn't about experiences. His mom just didn't want him to have the same boring life she did. (Y/N) looked at his phone, opening the group chat again. He looked through the texts, smiling at the pictures his friend sent him. (Y/N) looked at his email, sighing as he searched for his locker. He found it, opening it and glancing at the guy beside him.

"Uh, hey, I'm Ethan. You're new, right?" Ethan gave an awkward smile, clearing his throat. (Y/N) licked his lips, nodding. Ethan seemed like the typical nerdy loner.

"Yeah, I'm (Y/N)."

"Cool, cool. Where are you coming from?" Ethan tilted his head, closing his locker and leaning against it. (Y/N) didn't feel like making friends but Ethan could probably help him get familiar with everyone and everything.

"Alaska." (Y/N) replied, closing his locker and giving him a tight smile. Ethan's brows raised, letting out a small chuckle.

"Really? That's cool, I've never really left California. What's it like?"

"Cold." (Y/N) chuckled softly. Ethan laughed and nodded, licking his lips as he stuck his hands in his pockets. (Y/N) looked him over. He was small, skinny, seemed nervous and awkward. Probably a good guy.

"So, are you a junior?" Ethan asked. (Y/N) nodded, going into his phone gallery and pressing on the saved picture of his schedule. He showed him the screen, watching him lean in and smile.

"We have 1st, 3rd, and 6th together." Ethan said, motioning down the hall. "Come on, I'll show you around."

"Thanks." (Y/N) gave him a small smile, following him. His gaze flickered from student to student. Some glanced at him, knowing he was new. (Y/N) didn't like attention. He didn't like the spotlight. He hated when people stared or payed too much attention to him. He hated the way a pit formed in his stomach and he became nauseous when he was called on and people stared at him in class. (Y/N) entered the class, taking a seat beside Ethan and sighing softly.

"Thanks, by the way. I didn't expect to make a friend until like my second week here."

"No problem. I know it can feel shitty to be the new kid." (Y/N) gave Ethan a small smile, looking forward.

(Y/N) set down his lunch tray, sitting down across from Ethan. He glanced around the courtyard, picking up a french fry. Ethan finished drinking his water, humming softly.

"By the way, whatever you do, don't mess with Maddy Perez." Ethan said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"Right, you don't know them." Ethan chuckled, turning his head. He looked around, searching for the girls.

"There, the girl with black hair besides the blonde and the girl in a jeresy." Ethan motioned towards them. Maddy seemed like your typical popular. Makeup done perfectly, perfect body, her hair was done perfectly.

"She's a cheerleader and probably the most popular girl in school. She's been with Nate Jacobs for a while. Nate is a football player and his dad has a lot of power. He's.. Terrifying. The girls beside her are her best friends. Cassie and Barbara." Ethan picked up his burger. "There's Kat too and Kat is.."

"Your crush?" (Y/N) cocked a brow, chuckling. Ethan's tone had changed the moment this 'Kat' girl had been mentioned. His eyes had softened and a smile had appeared on his face.

"U-Uhm, n-no. She's a friend, like, just a friend." Ethan gave a nervous fake smile. (Y/N) hummed, shaking his head as he chuckled softly. He looked down at his tray, poking at the wrapped burger.

"Anyways, Cassie's nudes and some videos of her got leaked by her exes. It was real shitty." Ethan told him, finishing his burger. "There's Rue and Jules. Rue overdosed over the summer and Jules is new here."

"What?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows, staring at Ethan. The biggest thing that ever happened at his school was two teachers fighting. Drugs were an issue everywhere. He just didn't expect a teenger to OD and everyone to know. Ethan looked back at him.

"Do you wanna.. Hang out?"

"I have to unpack." (Y/N) replied, picking up his phone and scrolling through his instagram.

"Oh, shit, that's the new kid." Barbara pointed out, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Cassie and Maddy turned to look.

"Oh.. Where's he from?" Cassie asked as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. She wanted to forget all about McKay after their argument and breakup. The new boy seemed like a good distraction.

"He seems sweet." Cassie said with a small smile. Maddy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she looked at her.

"That's what you say about every guy, Cassie." Maddy opened her backpack, taking out her makeup bag. She took out some gloss, turning when she spotted Nate. She scowled when Nate very obviously flirted with some girl. Maddy took in a deep breath, turning toward her friends.

"Is there a party tonight? I need to fuck with Nate. He's such a dick." Maddy tapped her nails against her phone case. Cassie gave her a comforting smile, shaking her head.

"You can come over and we'll have a photo shoot. You can post it and make him regret everything." Cassie grinned as Maddy's eyes lit up, nodding.

"This is why I love you, Cass." The two giggled as Maddy wrapped her arms around her.

"But, back to that new guy.. If he hangs with Ethan, he's probably a loser." Barbara said, watching the two boys. Cassie gasped softly, shooting her a look.

"BB! Ethan's actually a really sweet guy. We did a project together last year." Cassie said. Maddy nodded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, BB, don't be a bitch. You do got a point though. He gives major school shooter vibes." Maddy said, leaning forward to look around Cassie. She watched as the two stood and threw away their trash.

"Hey, they're staring at you." Ethan said, nudging (Y/N). (Y/N) turned towards the girls, catching their eyes before he shrugged and turned away.

"Let's go to History."

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glazelilyy · 3 years

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a single night (3)

character pairing - kaeya alberich x gender neutral reader

word count - 6044

warnings - NSFW implications (it's heavily implied you and kaeya have sex), lotsss of skinship

a/n - the spicy part!!! aka "luce can't write even the slightest bit of smut". i included warnings for this chapter because it IS kinda spicy. if at any point you become uncomfortable, i implore you, stop reading!!

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the furrow in their brows hadn't left as they stared at the crystal blue water sloshing gently through the iron metal bars encasing the pool. "and we're here because...?"

"well what do you think doll?"

"...clearly because you're secretly a merman and your body is drying up," they replied in a monotone voice with a cheeky smile. "ohh yes i can feel my skin drying up and cracking as we speak." he felt his tense shoulders relax hearing the stranger let out a small laugh at his sarcastic quip. "now then," kaeya knelt down and laced his fingers together, extending them out to the stranger's foot. "detective i know we have amazing chemistry but don't you think a proposal is moving a bit fast?" kaeya snorted in an amused fashion. "trust me sweetheart, if i were proposing this entire city would know. now put your foot on my hands, i'm gonna boost you up over the fence."

"this feels...very illegal," the stranger hesitantly placed their shoe into his hands and squeaked at the sudden increase in height, scrambling to cling to the top of the iron barred fence, the peacock nearly dropping from their arms. "nothing's illegal if you don't get caught!" the stranger snickered, "this pool's been closed for a while, i'm sure no one's here. and rest assured cutie, you're with mondstat city's best detective!" the stranger quirked an eyebrow up at "best detective" but settled for a sigh instead. kaeya followed shortly after, skillfully climbing to the top and swinging his leg over the top of the fence. "you good doll? how's it hangin' there? you know, part of climbing involves not hanging off the edge." the stranger scowled at him as they pulled themselves up with a strangled grunt. "yeah you're a real help detective." they exhaled and swung their leg over the top of the fence to mimic kaeya's position.

they watched him drop gracefully to the poolside floor and stretched his arms out towards the stranger, "drop down sweetie, i promise i'll catch you." they scoffed before replying, "you better pretty boy, if i walk away from this with broken bones i'll give the actual detectives a new case to investigate." kaeya crinkled his eye in laughter and gestured welcomingly with his arms. the stranger climbed down a few pegs of the fence and jumped down into his arms, landing safely much to their relief. "see? i'm dependable aren't i?" they shifted in his arms and playfully scowled, eliciting a small chuckle from him.

he stepped away and began loosening his silk black tie from his neck and toeing out of his dress shoes, sending the stranger a flirty smirk once he noticed they were staring with a bashful expression on their face. "see something you like?" they scoffed lightly and began taking off their own shoes, "all i see is a hot mess of a man." they giggled and tossed their shoes and socks aside.

they knelt down and folded the blazer they'd been wearing neatly and placed the small peacock and their phone on top of it, not noticing the sneaking footsteps behind them. before they could rise from their position, kaeya wrapped his arms around their waist and lifted them up into the air, earning a surprised squeak from the stranger. "h-hey what are you doing?!" they exclaimed, instinctively looping their arms around his neck for support as he began briskly walking towards the deep end of the pool. "i hope you can swim doll, take a deep breath for me hm~?" he smiled at them in his arms before taking a running start and leaping into the deep end of the pool, the cool water sending jolting shivers up the spines of them both.

his grip on the stranger hadn't loosened as their heads submerged underneath the freezing cold water. kicking his legs upwards, they broke through the surface of the water, the both of them simultaneously gasping for air. he looked at the stranger in his arms who was coughing and taking in air heavily. "a w-warning would've been appreciated!" they wiped the water from their eyes and gently smacked his bare chest, their smile contradicting their negative words. he threw his head back in an open laugh which echoed around the open space of the pool. to his surprise the stranger joined him in his laughing session, resting their forehead on his shoulder as they giggled continuously. "the element of surprise is the most important factor when trying to elicit a genuine reaction out of someone," he raked a free hand through his wet locks, brushing them out of his face then using the same hand to raise their face from his shoulder.

for a while they said nothing to each other and he simply rested his forehead against theirs, the water sloshing around their shoulders grew still as they settled to tread gently. the stranger broke the silence first; "you've been flirting with me all night haven't you detective?" they whispered quietly to him, voice doused in a timid tone. "that depends on how you see things sweetness, are my tactics working?" he cooed seeing their eyes shy away from his.

flushed, the stranger pulled away from his embrace and leaned on their back letting the water cradle them gently. "i don't remember the last time i went swimming. maybe high school?" they mused absentmindedly, letting their arms circle back around their head. kaeya loved the peaceful expression on their face; much more relaxed than when he had first seen them nursing their glass. "what was the point of us jumping into the pool again?" kaeya snorted and mimicked the stranger's pose, floating on his back and relaxing into the embrace of the water. "mmm, there wasn't a point in particular that i had in mind," he chuckled lightly hearing the comedic exasperated sigh of the stranger, "but you said you weren't ready for the night to end, so here's my excuse to keep you company for longer."

the stranger merely hummed in response, "ah yes, ever so sneaky detective." he chuckled and dove underneath the waters. his pants tugged him downwards yet he moved gracefully as he came up under the stranger's back. with a sudden vigorous push upwards he popped his head up above the surface of the water and lifted the stranger's thighs up onto his shoulders, eliciting another surprised scream from them. they wobbled on his shoulders, hands finding purchase in his hair as they let out fits of giggles once realizing their situation. "you REALLY have to stop scaring me like that! you're terrible! an inconsiderate idiot!" they laughed as they as they struggled to stay upright.

"aww look at you, adorable." he glanced up at them with amused eyes. they pinched both his cheeks with their fingers to which he responded with a string of profanities and "ouch ouch ouch"es. "you're always looking to get a reaction out of me you scoundrel." they squished his cheeks with the palms of their hands, meeting his upwards gaze with their eyes. "scoundrel is hardly the appropriate word doll, i'd say you're quite charmed with me would you not?"

"...you're lucky you're cute." he merely chuckled, hoisting the stranger further up onto his shoulders, gripping their knees with his hands. he slowly leaned back and the stranger instinctively gripped his shoulders to support themselves. "detective don't you dare..." they warned, squeezing his shoulders to enforce their tone. he cheekily smiled before falling back suddenly, dunking them both underwater with a loud splash. he surfaced first, followed by the stranger who pushed their sopping wet locks out of their face and tried to scold him in-between their fits of giggles. "ugh because of you the only decent outfit i have is ruined." they pulled at the red fabric that clung to their wet body.

as he opened his mouth to reply, the lights from the nearby pool office flickered on, along with a loud, booming voice that called "who's there?!" from inside. the pair froze; kaeya cursed under his breath and immediately began pushing the stranger in the water to the edge of the pool, giving them a boost up to the platform, their clothes weighing them down like iron weights. "i thought you said no one was here?!" they hissed in a quiet voice as he pulled himself up and out of the water, the weight of the liquid in his clothes weighing him down. "well that was before and this is now," he smiled, maintaining his flirty persona as he quickly gathered his belongings. the stranger mimicked his actions, gathering up their items into their hands. "now what? we can't climb over the fence again it'll be too late!" the stranger nervously whispered as the figure from within the pool office began to move closer to the door from within.

he didn't seem nervous at all at the potential threat of being thrown in community jail much to the stranger's nervous confusion; instead he seemed quite amused. kaeya grabbed their hand and ducked down behind the small outdoor changing booths so they both crouched out of sight, shielding them both from the eyes of the security guard. the security guard was now outside, fumbling with his flashlight. kaeya's sharp mind quickly analyzed the situation; gently he grabbed their shoulders and spoke in a hushed whisper next to their ear, "alright, here's the plan doll," he sent them a charming smile to ease their nerves. he briefly instructed them on what to do as the light from the security guard's finally flickered on, shining in their direction.

"come out! i know you're there!" the security guard drew closer to their hiding spot, but had his attention redirected, hearing a metal clang in the opposite direction. instead of approaching the changing booths, the guard turned sharply towards the noise and padded off hurriedly in the direction of the noise, much to kaeya's relief who now crouched behind the pool office in which the guard had heard the loud sound courtesy of him flinging a pebble against a metal electrical panel. the stranger quickly scurried out from their hiding spot and headed towards a large container by the pool fence most likely housing pool equipment and such.

they hopped up onto the container and clumsily managed to drag themselves over the fence, landing all but gracefully in some bushes, some of the items theyd been holding scattered around them which they quickly scooped up. he smiled from afar seeing them in the clear; clearly he thought too soon.

as they slowly backed away from the fence, their bare foot caught snagged onto a stay branch, sending them backwards towards the ground and resulting in a loud yelp from them. the guard whipped his head around and instead began marching in the direction of the stranger, who was scrambling to unhook the red material of their clothes from the branches. "hey asshole!" kaeya skillfully pitched a small pool ball from his position behind the small office, hitting the guard square in the shoulder. quickly he scaled the fence and gracefully landed on the other side just as the guard shone his light on his retreating figure.

"hey—stop it right there!" kaeya quickly ran around the perimeter of the pool fence, grabbed the stranger's hand, pulled them up and began booking it down the street to get away from the guard. "h-hey where are we going?!" they stumbled behind as he turned back to them with a grin. "somewhere where the risk of us getting thrown in a community jail is impossible maybe?" he snickered as he continued to run with the stranger in tow, the rocks and grain of the sidewalk digging into their wet, bare feet.

to his surprise the stranger began to laugh in an unbridled manner as they both continued to run with connected hands. "have you finally lost it doll?" he looked over his shoulder, both to meet their crinkled eyes and see that the guard was no longer giving chase. "if i lost it you'd DEFINITELY be the reason why!" they quipped back. "also did you just baseball-pitch a pool ball at that guard?!" he merely laughed and continued to run down the sidewalk towards the entrance of the residential neighborhood where they had initially come in, only stopping once they were both gasping for air and far, far away from the pool, hands on their knees in exhaustion.

"i think that was THE most bizarre thing i've ever done in my life." they mused aloud between pants, seemingly more to themselves than kaeya.

he heaved and rose from his hunched position, a cheeky smile on his face. "if that was the most bizarre thing you've ever done we need to get you out of the house more sweetheart." the stranger huffed in response and prodded his bare shoulder with their pointer finger, "put your shirt on pretty boy, we don't need people gawking at you."

"hmm, i don't know? maybe i'll keep it off, seems like you're enjoying the show."

"..."

"...alright alright don't look at me like that doll you'll wreck my heart." they chuckled in satisfaction as he slipped the dry dress shirt over his damp body. the stranger draped kaeya's blazer over their shoulders for warmth as another chilly breeze blew by. "y'know maybe going swimming on a windy night wasn't the best idea." the stranger said as they slung their arms into the sleeves of the blazer. "maybe not, buuuuut you've got to admit it was pretty fun." kaeya nudged their shoulder as if encouraging them to corroborate his suggestion. they playfully rolled their eyes while slipping their shoes on, their small wince not going by unnoticed by the ever-so-observant kaeya.

"are you hurt?" the stranger gently shook their head at his inquiry. "just a bit sore, the concrete had no mercy for my oh-so dainty feet." kaeya chuckled and slipped his dress shoes back on, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of gravel on his feet. "now i should really be getting you home cutie. you'll catch a cold if you stay out any longer." as if to reinforce this, the stranger sneezed on cue, sniffling in a manner he found quite adorable. "my place is pretty far from here..." they trailed off, the furrow in their brows deepening. their hair was dripping wet, their clothes although slightly dry from their escapade, still stuck to their skin no doubt frigid in temperature. kaeya knew they were in no state to be wandering home at this time of night.

"hmm, tell you what? my place is nearby. if you're comfortable we can go there, and you can get cleaned up. i also wouldn't be against showing you some of my party tricks from college." the stranger quirked their eyebrow up at the mention of party tricks. "by party tricks i hope you don't mean being absolutely handsome because that's no trick detective." it was his turn to flush, the tips of his ears turning bright red which he brushed off with a hurried chuckle. "you flatter me doll, but no it was actually my ability to down a whole bottle of dandelion wine in one go." the stranger laughed and jogged up to his side as he began to walk.

"yeah...that sounds nice. detective alberich chugging a giant bottle of dandelion wine? this is a sight i have to see, even if your liver fails you." the mischievous glint in his eyes grew brighter, slinging his arm over their shoulder once more. "i can do much more with this pretty mouth of mine than chug bottles y'know," he purred lowly to their ear, admiring the bashful expression on their face. "is there anything you say that isn't an attempt at getting in my pants detective?" he merely laughed off their comment.

"come now i'm sure you've grown fond of my lovely commentary even if it's only been a short while."

"...have i been giving you that impression? my apologies, let me start again. you're a flirtatious menace who probably has a savior complex and can never seem to get your story straight." their words startled him at first, but the playful nature and teasing expression on the stranger's face dismissed any sort of notion that they truly meant their words, which allowed him to comfortably laugh aloud.

"incorrect, i'm actually a flirtatious genius with a keen eye and heart of gold." he sprinkled a flirty grin on top of his retort, to which the stranger was having none of. "suuure detective, suuure." they chuckled at his exaggerated pout. "you're coming home with me so willingly, don't tell me you have other ideas in mind? i'd be more than happy to help you out~." the stranger flushed and shoved him away in a playful manner that made him laugh. "i'm only coming with you because i'm soaked to the bone and don't feel like trudging home with dirt in my shoes." they stuck their right foot up and wiggled it to emphasize this point. "and...maybe i don't mind your company all that much," they quietly added. he pretended to not hear their small addition but smiled to himself as he continued to lead them to his apartment.

he soon came to a stop in front of a modest looking building—well, as modest as it gets for downtown mondstat. "if you lean back any further you'll tip over doll," kaeya teased warningly, placing a hand on the small of their back to steady them as they looked up at the looming building. "if you get paid enough to live in a place this nice i might just have to start catching robbers too," they mumbled in awe, eliciting a sly chuckle from kaeya. the frosted glass doors opened invitingly cloaking the two in a warm blanket of air; kaeya felt himself sigh in comfort, the stranger mimicking his actions. "well, shall we cutie?" he opened the inner door in an exaggerated manner, sweeping his arm to gesture inside. they breathed what sounded like a small laugh and shook their head, heading inside ahead of him.

"if i see any sort of kidnapping dungeon when i step into your apartment i'm kicking you in the balls and making a run for it." kaeya eyed them curiously with a sly smile as they both stepped into the elevator. "if i had wanted to kidnap you i'd most likely have drugged your milkshake and isolated you from large crowds. also probably wouldn't have given you that pepper spray," he gently poked the middle of their forehead as they scrunched their nose up. "do you think about these things often or are you just naturally a psychopath?" he merely laughed and crossed his arms. "no i'm just awfully perceptive doll," he winked which earned him a playful scoff.

the elevator dinged and opened to reveal a hallway of identical mahogany doors all embellished with golden numbers. the stranger followed kaeya out from the elevator as he approached a door at the end of the hallway; the stranger eyed his keys curiously as he pulled them out, noticing small charms amongst a single golden key. "so many charms for just a single key..." he palmed the keyring full of multiple charms and held it out to the stranger, who looked among them in fascination, taking a small bird charm between their fingers and eyeing it. "this one is so pretty..." they mused, a small smile on their face. he swiftly took the keyring back from them and unhooked the small, blue bird charm, placing it in their palm and chuckled at their dumbfounded expression.

"it's cute, like you. i won't miss it doll, it's yours." they smiled—a genuine smile—and pocketed it in his blazer; kaeya not missing the small expression of embarrassment on their face. "you'll have to explain to me why you have so many fucking charms for your one key though." he simply laughed and inserted the key into the door, "i don't have to explain jack shit sweetcheeks, but for you? anything." his charming smile dismissed any notion of ill intent as he unlocked the door and led the stranger past the doorframe into his apartment.

he watched with bated breath as the stranger looked around. his apartment was modest for its lavish setting. his dark blue couches are still firm from disuse—he'd rather fall asleep at his office desk than make the oh-so-treacherous journey back to his lonesome apartment. kaeya wasn't much for decoration; amber had given him an adorable stuffed red bunny which he placed on the couch despite the colors being mismatched. the station's resource manager, lisa, had gifted him books, which initially he thought endearing as a gift only to find out they were all promiscuous romance novels; though he was a flirt it was a bit much for him and they ended up finding a place on his glass coffee table on a white fur rug as simple decoration. stained wine glasses littered his coffee table, nearby kitchen counters, and small tables near the entrance to his rarely used balcony. the plants he'd been gifted from sucrose, and was attempting to care for now wilted. obviously, if he knew he was bringing someone home he'd have cleaned up a bit, but much to his chagrin kaeya's apartment was a tad messy. "for a bachelor's pad it's pretty clean." the stranger gently reassured him seeing the slight wince on his face.

"ah sweetheart you don't have to lie to make me feel better." they waved their hand dismissively and toed off their shoes, neatly placing them by the door. they padded inside and stared around with curious eyes, kaeya hovering over their shoulder having kicked off his own shoes. they gently set their belongings and the stuffed peacock—now slightly damp from the stranger's pool-soaked hands—on the glass coffee table and turned to the tanned man as if waiting for further instruction. the simple action made him chuckle, "no need to act like a statue darling, let's get you cleaned up yeah?" he smiled reassuringly and led them down the hall to a small door, awaiting a modest looking bath and shower. "you get cleaned up, i'll get some clothes for you."

"how kind of you detective," they wryly smiled. "if you're worried about me seeing anything i promise i have no ill intentions even if i am more than capable of providing~," he cooed lowly into their ear, placing a hand on the doorframe to balance himself. the strange merely clicked their tongue and shoved him back lightly, a playful glint in their eyes. "i'm sure you're very capable detective but a shower sounds much more appealing than your embrace right now." he laughed, turning away to head to his bedroom, "well i have plenty of time to change your mind now don't i?" their melodious laugh reverberated against the tiles of his guest bathroom as they shut the door behind them to take their shower.

he's had many one night stands, but the very thought of this alluring stranger taking a shower in his home sent ripples of butterflies through his stomach. usually the person he brought home would be just as drunk as him; they'd messily make out on the couch he never used and not-so-discreetly enter his bedroom leaving behind a trail of discarded clothes. in the morning they'd leave without a single word other than a goodbye or such. though he hadn't invited the stranger with the intent of anything pertaining to a fling, the mere thought of it alone was a tad overbearing. he entered his own bathroom in his room and stripped himself of his soaked clothes and eyepatch, tossing them in a corner for later collection. he hoped the cold water of the shower would dismiss any sort of suggestive thoughts as he let the water run through his hair and down his back; but he remembered their moment in the pool; their body flush against his, how nice their hand felt in his as he mindlessly latched on to it throughout the night. kaeya groaned, placing his forehead on the cold shower tiles. he suddenly snapped back to reality realizing the stranger needed clothes, squeezing the water from his drenched locks he exited the shower and dressed himself in comfy clothing (of course not forgetting his eyepatch), picking out one of his hoodies and sweatpants for them to don in place of their soaked red clothes.

he padded down the hall with the items, ruffling his loose, dark locks. knocking gently on the guest bathroom door, clothes and fresh towel in hand, he waited until he heard an affirmation from beyond the door to enter. dramatically he placed a hand over his eye and spoke with a teasing smile. "i've got some clothes here for you sweetheart, though i wouldn't object to you staying naked if that's what you prefer." he could practically hear the scowl in their voice as they responded, "oh please detective if it weren't for you i wouldn't be in a situation where i'd be naked in your house." he chuckled at their quip. "i'm sure you'll look better in my clothes anyway doll." he set the items on the seat of the toilet and stood back up, hand still over his eye. kaeya heard the water come to a stop, a confused expression forming on his face. "...well? do i have to change in front of you now detective?" they snorted as they poked their head out from the curtain. kaeya peeked through his fingers to meet their amused (e/c) hues. fat droplets of water dripped down their nose and off stray strands of their head, clinging to the only visible body part of theirs. he laughed slightly and leaned against the doorframe, dropping his arm to cross both of them over his chest, "well since you're offering, how could i refuse?"

"...i'll throw this loofa at you."

"you wouldn't dare cutie."

"it's sopping wet i'll have you know."

"i've had worse things thrown at me doll."

the shock of the lukewarm water hitting his face startled him at first but soon he broke out into a fit of laughter, now holding the dripping wet ocean-colored loofa in his hand. "alright alright i'll get out of your hair sweetheart." he tossed the loofa into the sink and sent them a flirty wink to which they mockingly scoffed with a smile on their face. he gently shut the door behind him and wiped the remaining water off of his face. "i definitely deserved that," he mumbled to himself with a small smile on his face.

he busied himself with picking up the miscellaneous scattered wine glasses and placing them in the sink, attempting to cover up his messy habits. as he finished rinsing the soap from the final glass and placing it in the drying rack, he heard a small creak from down the hallway. the stranger timidly approached the light in the living room, in their arms a bundle of clothes and the towel they'd used. his clothes fit them in an adorable manner, loose and tight in all the right places, he couldn't hide the grin forming on his face.

kaeya swiftly approached them, taking the items from their hands and ruffling their hair, damp and tousled finely with drops of water still clinging to the strands, with his free hand. they swatted his hand away with a small smile, and approached his kitchen while he padded back to the guest bathroom, hanging their red clothes to dry on the curtain rail.

he was pleasantly surprised to see them with their forearms leaning on his counter, two mugs close by as they fixed their gaze on the bubbling water in his glass kettle. "i see you've made yourself comfortable haven't you?" they hummed and turned to him. "coffee or tea?" they asked, reaching across to the back of the counter and bring forth both a box of tea bags and a small pot of instant ground coffee. "is wine an option?" they scoffed and swatted his chest, "absolutely not, if i can't get blackout drunk then neither can you." kaeya chuckled and mimicked their position, placing his forearms on his marble white counters. "i'll ask again, coffee or tea?" he hummed in thought before replying, "coffee, tea, i like em how i like people; i swing both ways." the stranger choked on their words and let out a garbled laugh mixed with gasps for air after their spur-of-the-moment choking session. "y-you're terrible..." they wiped the small tears from their eyes as they caught their breath. kaeya chuckled and toyed with their damp locks. "i'm a pleasure and you know it sweetcheeks." he winked which earned him an annoyed smile.

"just for that you get neither," they smiled triumphantly and poured hot water into one cup holding (coffee grounds/a tea bag). as they went to raise the warm concoction to their lips, kaeya snatched the cup from them and took mockingly long sips, smiling against the rim of the mug as he placed his palm square in the middle of their face to prevent them from retrieving their cup and muffle their annoyed whines. "ah ah darling let me have my share first." taking another sip he couldn't hide the small laugh seeing their frustrated look contradictory to the smile on their face.

the stranger managed to snatch their cup back and hit the hand on their face, earning a pout from kaeya. instead of removing his hand completely, he merely cupped their cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb underneath their eye. "there you go again with these romantic gestures..." the stranger met his gaze and placed their own hand over his, setting their mug down on the counter. "i'll ask again then darling," he started, leaning in slightly, "are my tactics working?" now mere inches away from their lips his voice was barely above a whisper. they fumbled for words, mouth gaping and closing like a fish out of water. not hearing an affirmation he smiled wryly and backed away, moving his hand to their shoulders, breaking his gaze from theirs.

he was surprised when he felt the smooth pads of their fingers come up to his face and turn his head to meet their eyes once more. "you didn't let me answer, not much of a detective if you don't question your suspect properly are you?" tinges of their lovely voice seeped into their whisper as he felt himself being pulled towards their face. he let out a hurried laugh, "i can't do anything to a suspect that doesn't answer my questions now can i?" he snaked his arms around their waist and pulled them close so their body was flush against his.

"can i kiss you?" he was closer to them than he had been at the pool when he held them in his arms; closer than when he had only moments earlier been in a similar position.

"look at you taking the time to ask me. what a gentleman." they teased, pressing a small, shy kiss to his nose as if to test the waters, giggling silently seeing his ears turn red. "consent is sexy, i thought you'd agree." his voice was barely above a whisper as he played off the redness in his ears with a flirty smile. they looped their arms around his neck and pressed their lips to his in a gentle kiss. he sucked in a sharp breath of air—the feeling of their lips moving in sync with his was beyond electrifying. he pulled away from their lips, cursing the need to breathe. "i've been wanting to do that all night." kaeya smiled as they brushed their nose against his. "i bet you say that to everyone you bring home," he moved his hand up their back teasingly, chuckling when they arched up in response with a seductive hiss from their lips.

the stranger went to throw another quip at him but was cut off by another searing kiss, one which they leaned further into. his right hand had moved to hold the back of their head in place as he deepened the kiss. they stumbled back in a sudden manner, the stranger's back hitting the edge of the counter eliciting a small whimper of pain from them. kaeya pulled away, panting for air with concern on his face, "you okay doll?" he breathed, brushing away their small baby hairs from their face. "never better pretty boy, now shut up and kiss me." he chuckled and obliged, meeting their eager lips in yet another passionate kiss. he looped his hands around the underside of their thighs and hoisted them onto the counter. their back had pushed the empty mug and some spoons over, the loud noise making them both laugh between kisses. they shyly grazed his bottom lip with their tongue, to which he responded by allowing them access to his mouth. he wasn't much for french kissing despite his proficiency in it but the embrace he was caught in was intoxicating and he wanted more.

they pulled away taking in a sharp gasp of air, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips to his. "you're quite the kisser detective," he hummed and moved his lips to their neck, pressing small kisses near their jugular. they moved their hands to his face and locked their lips again in a hungry manner. "fuck it-" he pulled away and manhandled them off the counter eliciting a surprised squeak from the stranger. lifting them into his arms by their thighs he began marching towards his room, practically kicking the door open. he laid them down on the bed, dipping down to hover over their lips for a moment with hushed breaths before giving into temptation and locking his lips against theirs once again. the stranger eagerly replied by wringing their arms around his back and reciprocating his passionate gestures. he ran his hands up their sides, feeling them shiver at the gesture. thinking he went too far, he pulled away hastily. "we can stop here if you want doll, i don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"consent is sexy and i'm giving you mine, if you'll have me that is." they echoed his earlier remark and pressed another small kiss to his nose. "for you darling? anything." he chuckled, reaching over to his bedside drawer and shuffling through it. the stranger seemed to have other plans for him however, pulling him back for more kisses as it became more and more apparent that he wasn't the only one consumed by desire. "mm sweetheart, i need to get a condom." he spoke with a smile between kisses, sighing as they reached up and moved their lips to his neck to trail butterfly kisses. trying not to get too distracted he shuffled though the items and pulled out what he needed, placing it on the bedside table before returning to the lips lightly sucking on his neck.

(he allowed himself to be pushed back onto the bed/he resumed his ministrations on the stranger underneath him) and locked his lips with theirs, cold hands finding their way up past their shirt. he pulled away to drag his hoodie over his neck, discarding it carelessly. "what about the eyepatch?" the stranger teasingly drew the strap back and let it slap against his cheek, earning a laugh from him. "the eyepatch stays on during sex darling, take it or leave it." they merely shrugged and opted to make out with him as an answer. he tugged their shirt over their head, allowing him more access to their tender body as he ran his hands over their hot skin. "gods you're beautiful," he mumbled against their lips. "flattery will get you nowhere detective." they quipped back, attempting to mask their flushed expression with a sarcastic remark. "hate to break it to you sweetheart but flattery got you (underneath/on top) of me so i'll keep it up whether you like it or not." he smiled against their lips hearing them laugh.

no doubt about it, he was in for one hell of a night.

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starylust · 3 years

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A Lazy Morningღ

✧K I R I S H I M A E I J I R O✧

genre: fluff!!!

WORD COUNT: 1303

Kirishima wakes up in your bed when he realizes you were missing. He starts panicking a bit before he started heading downstairs. He was met with the lovely site of you and your daughter in the kitchen.

Kirishima groaned as he tossed and turned around in bed. He reached his arm over to the other side to feel the cool sheets instead on your body.

Only being half awake he jolted up being completely awake now realizing you're not in bed anymore.

He looked around the room swiftly to see if you were at least there. You were no where in sight he was a bit confused.

He got from under the blankets and sat on the edge of the bed with his feet hanging off. Looking to the side he realized it was already 10 am.

Kirishima started heading over to the bathroom to freshen up. He brushed his teeth and washed his face.

He started walking down the hall near the stairs when he heard giggles coming from the kitchen.

Turning the corner a bit where he could see the view of the kitchen he saw you and his daughter cooking breakfast.

He smiled to himself watching how much fun you guys were having.

You had just put your daughter onto the counter and handed her an egg.

"Okay honey, you're going to tap in on the edge on a hard surface but make sure not to too hard or else it will break okay? You're just going to want to crack it just a bit."

Your daughter nodded and tried cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl; while you were holding the bowl to keep it stable.

She started getting a bit too excited cracking it too hard. The egg spat everywhere on the counter.

She looked up to you seeing you were just staring at the counter. You looked up to see your daughter staring at you with shock on her face.

You both looked down once more at the mess on the counter and looked back up at each other.

Both of you started laughing hysterically.

While all of this was happening Kirishima was still hiding behind the wall next to the stairs. He watched in an aw as you guys looked like you guys were having a lot of fun.

Before your daughter cracked the egg Kirishima had pulled his phone out and started recording the both of you.

He was silently laughing to himself watching the mess your daughter made.

You guys both laughed for a minute before you spoke up.

"Okay let me clean up this mess and we can try again. Maybe this time don't get too excited sweetie," you said giggling to your daughter.

She nodded once more watching you get some paper towels to clean the mess that was made.

Another minute passed and you were done cleaning the counter. You got another egg from the egg carton and handed her another egg.

"I'm ready when you are!" You tell her happily.

Once again you held the bowl for her as he adjusted the egg in her hand. This time she only lifted the egg a bit higher than the bowl.

She then hit it with a little bit of force on the edge of the bowl. You both stared at this crack she created in the egg.

"Good job sweetie, you did it!" You said excitedly.

"Mommy, mommy can I put the egg in the bowl too?"

"Sure do you want me to show you?"

"Yes please!"

You grabbed an egg from the cartoon and cracked it against the counter. You showed her how to hold the egg to open up the crack.

You held the egg over the bowl and applied a bit of pressure causing the egg the break fully. The insides of the eggs landed in the bowl.

You turned to your daughter as she looked amazed by what you did.

"Alright your turn okay? I'm gonna hold the egg with you to help."

You took your daughters tiny hands and placed it where it needed to be to crack. You then took your hands and placed them onto of hers.

You moved both of your hands over to the bowl and started counting down. One you hit 1 you applied a bit of pressure to crack the egg once more.

The egg cracked perfectly along the slit that was created earlier.

"YAY!" Your daughter yelled.

Looking at her you praised her for doing such a good job. You picked her up from the counter and placed her on the floor.

You bent down to her eye level put your hand on top of her head.

"Sweetie why don't you watch TV while I get breakfast done? Then we can go wake up Daddy and eat together okay?"

She nodded before running off in the living room and grabbing the remote. She turned on the TV and entertained herself while you began cooking the eggs.

Kirishima was still watching with a soft smile on his face wondering why his family was so great. He saw as you told your daughter to go watch TV and thought this was the perfect time to surprise you.

He started tiptoeing down the stairs to make sure you couldn't hear him. He kept walking quietly to the kitchen making sure no one heard him.

Waiting just a bit he wanted to make sure you were done cooking and turned the stove off before surprising you. He didn't want you to get hurt so he wanted patiently.

When you were finally done you had just turned the stove off when you felt something touch your waist.

You jumped a bit and yelped when you realized who it was. Feeling his arms completely wrap around your waist he placed his head on your shoulder.

"Hey baby, what are you making?" He whispered into your ear.

"Jesus christ you scared the crap out of me love."

Kirishima's heart flutter at the pet name you gave him. After so many years of being together you were still able to make him feel this way with such a small action.

You both turned your heads to the entrance of the kitchen as tiny foot steps ran closer towards you.

"MOMMY ARE YOU OKAY?" Your daughter yelled before seeing you in the kitchen.

She stared at you both before realizing you weren't hurt.

Kirishima removed his arms from your waist and bent down to the floor. Your daugther was still staring at the both of you spacing out a little.

She blinked and couple times before a bright toothy smile appeared on her face.

"DADDY!" She yelled while running towards him.

Kirishima opened his arms out waiting for her to jump on him. As she got closer she jumped onto him wrapping her little arms around his neck.

He put his arms around her torse before picking her up.

"Hi honey, were you cooking with Mommy this morning?" He asked.

She was still hugging his neck before he moved her to his hip. He wanted to see her face and move her so he could.

Holding her with one arm he reached for your hand and held it.

"Yes!! Mommy let me crack an egg into the bowl. I did mess up the first time but then I did it perfectly the second time. Aren't you proud of me?" She said still smiling as bright as ever.

"YES OF COURSE!"

He leaned his closer to her ear and whispered into it.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked.

She nodded and waited for him to continue.

"Well I was actually watching you and Mommy cook the whole time."

He pulled his head back and watched as she gasped. You and Kirishima laughed at her actions.

He removed his hand from yours and pulled you in closer by the waist. He left a soft kiss of your cheek then your daughters.

The three of you smiled to each other and enjoying this loving moment all of you shared.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

jeez i think this is the most i've written even though it's not much but i just started writing so:) i hope you guys liked this one as much as i did. i thought this was something cute and sweet. this is also one my wattpad @starylust. i was wondering if i should have a taglist for these oneshots but i dont really know if people would want that. anyway lmk!

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Catching them off-guard by being naked

Hii, I've noticed your requests are open. And i've been seeing your Ateez reactions recently, which are amazing. :D I just wondered, do you think you could do an Ateez reaction where their S.O. walks into the room naked while they are playing a game, working on music etc? (Kind of like that new Tik tok trend going around atm) x

Guuurl, sorry I waited so long to actually do something about this ask lol, but hopefully this will make you happy :)

Songs Listened To: X by CODE KUNST + LEE HI, FXXK It by BIGBANG, Dante’s Creek by THEY + DEAN, Baby Don’t Stop by NCT, Love Talk - Wayv, A Little Death by The Neighborhood

Hongjoong ♡:

• This man was straight vibing and your sneaky ass just HAD to do something

• “Joong.”

• “Yeah?” he didn’t look up from the small journal, with which he was jotting down lyrics for a future song he was to produce for

• He kept his eyes trained on the pages

• And uh-uh, that wouldn’t do 😤

• You rolled your eyes and waltzed over to the boy, putting a hand on the shoulder of the chair so you could swing him around to face you, an eyebrow raised

• “Look at me.”

• And he sure as hell did dafdsaffwq

• Face said :O

• Doesn’t matter how many times he sees your nude body, still looks like a kid in a candy store lol

• To say he was completely distracted would be a huge understatement

• Hanky panky in his mini studio? Yessir

Seonghwa ♡:

• Looking at this gif and listening to a slowed sexy song is gonna kill me istg

• Also, who let him act like a little hoe in their comeback? Keep your shirt down, mister, it’s not safe

• Gorl has nothing to do in his sparetime because he’s not too big of a gAMeR, but he does like to play phone games when he’s especially bored

• Would probably be playing like fuckin uhhhh candy crush or something when you said “lemme do sum a lil crazy 😌💅“

• You were kinda just curious to see what his reaction would be if you showed up witcha tiddies out

• So you got out the shower and half-assedly threw on a silk robe that Hwa got you for your birthday, not tying it or anything, but rather letting it slip off your damp shoulders while the front sat open and displayed your body for all to see

• His reaction when you leant against the doorframe and fake pouted?

• Immediate 📉

• Everday and night he’s gon chase you frfr

• “C’mere...,” He’d mumble, tossing his phone to the side

• Level thirty-seven could wait ;)

Yunho ♡:

• Playing pc games at home is one of his favorite things to do (He’s even said so)

• PC games are his go-to when he gets bored of console

• So he’s constantly in his lil gaming room so that if you’re ever sleeping, he doesn’t wake you up

• He was on a multiuplayer session of Valorant when you decided to ruin his gaymer grind

• F in the chat boys

• “Yunho?”

• “Yes?” He stops his hastily typed directions to his game buddies in favor of giving you a quick glance from his chair, and has to look over again to make sure he's seeing things right

• Yeah, he was definitely seeing the pretty rise of your breasts and smoothness of your thighs, revealed from the towel now on the floor, right. Especially the way both of those lovely attributes were becoming larger as you approached him

• "W-woah!" He rushes to shield his eyes, though you only giggle and swivel his chair around in order to straddle him, removing his hands from his face

• "What? Am I too repulsive to?"

• "No! No it's just...," Yunho trails off, letting out a shaky breath and trying his best to not stare so obviously. Literally just paying attention at anything but what you wanted him to

• You only grin, tilting his chin to you face you head-on, "It's ok to look, baby. Don't be so shy"

• a forgotten game and heated chair sex is what would lead to your surprise

• kiss kiss for baby 😘

Yeosang ♡:

• We need more Yeosang gifs, this is ridiculous y'all ;(. Also, we're just... Not gonna talk about San on the side 💀

• Oh oh! And Yeosang getting bolder on stage is my favorite thing

• soooo snowboarding

• Yeosang said he likes to do that in his free time

• He'd just got a new custom board, which the front had lovely baby blue dripping forest face and the meaning of his name painted in black for the back, "Sound Resonating From A High Point."

• He was waxing it in the kitchen with it sat atop the island for easier space when he felt your arms slide around his waist, to which he smiled at, still continuing his work

• "Hello there," he mused

• "Baby, what would you do if I told you I was naked?"

• bitch hUH??

• He really did not waste time with turning in your hold and IMMEDIATELY looking down to see what you're wearing

• He chuckles upon , giving a cat whistle before bending down to set you on top of the counter

• "What's this for?"

• "Bored," you purse your lips, allowing yourself to lean back on your forearms as you spread your legs, "And you seemed like a good time-passer"

• Yeosang hums, falling to his knees easily enough and pulling you towards the edge of the island, then presses an affectionate kiss to your inner thigh

• "Fair enough"

San ♡:

• San likes to spiffy up on his English, which is still pretty hard for him even if you assure him that he's doing just fine when he speaks it around your family

• That being said, you'll sometimes catch him at the table with a textbook in front of him and a language journal by the side that he uses to write small romanizations

• You were particularly bored today. And damn, was San looking good with his messy black hair and shirtless torso. He never really did wear shirts around the house.

• "Sannie," You sang from the doorframe, fresh out of the shower and a bit sexually frustrated considering San hadn't touched you for a couple weeks due to your busy schedule

• He hummed in acknowledgement, jotting something down in the journal as he alternated between both the book and notebook

• You knew he was busy but his English really wasn't bad, so it didn't need to be now. It could wait a bit longer

• Sighing, you drop the towel from your body and fling it at San, which makes him jump and pull it from off of his head, looking towards you immediately and gasping

• You put a hand on your hip, giggling at how he tries to calm himself down

• lol goofy boy

• "C'mon, I know you're tired, I can help you relax," you gesture with a finger in a beckoning motion, and like he was already planning on it, he hops up from his seat and follows you back to the bedroom

• sorry if this was kinda boring lol, let's just San could have literally any reaction and frankly, this is probably the most tame he would be

Mingi ♡:

• Like Yunho in a lot of ways

• He does like to play games (probably PC, too), so you already know he'd be mashing that controller in the living room lol

• "Aww man, are you kidding me!?"

• Mingi gets shy, especially when it comes to you, so when you decided it'd be a good idea to step in front of the screen while he was playing Zelda with the towel around your body held open, he was a visual representation of keyboard mashing

• "Woah—Ohmygod-" [insert Minnie baby accidentally throwing his controller in his haste to cover his eyes]

• "You don't want me?" You ask, pouting and tilting your head

• His response is spreading two of the fingers across his eyes to peek, nodding his head frantically but trying to find the right words so he doesn't make you sad, "You just scared me is all! I don't wanna be rude by looking when you don't want me to or anything..."

• He takes his fingers away to hold them out instead, making grabby hands until you smile and crawl into them, in turn, climbing on top of his lap and letting him press his face into the valley between your breasts so he could kiss the skin there while looking at you

• "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea," he mumbles, nuzzling his head farther down

• "No baby, you're fine," You reassure him with a hand ruffling the strands of his hair

• sweet hanky panky alert 🚨 sweet hanky panky alert 🚨

Wooyoung ♡:

• it's the large ass gif of Woo and his ponytail for me

• Oh and yeah, I know this doesn't quite fit theme of YOU walking in on them to flash your boobies but you're gonna keep your mouth shut and pretend it does 😏

• Another gamer.. damn this is getting repetitive

• hmmm

• Dance practice it is! 😃

• Woo doesn't like repeatedly practicing the same moves over and over again, but he did like the progress he made with each re-do, so he supposes he'll bear with the exhaustion

• Well.. obviously not now, because he's just walking through the bedroom door when he finally registers that you're sitting on the bed, lying on your stomach and scrolling through your phone with a leg raising your body go the side

• You snap your head to look at him, "Ah, there you are," you grin, pushing yourself up to a sitting position, "Thought you were gonna come home late again"

• Wooyoung let's out a snort as he closes the door behind him and drops his dance bag to the side, already taking his inky black hair out of the ponytail it was previously in and shaking it loose

• "What a nice surprise"

Jongho ♡:

• No thoughts, only buff babie

• And how he sung "sex in the morning baby" with a scary amount of aggression

• lol it makes sense that sweetie likes to play racing games on his computer

• LITerally so precious ;(

• Same trope (yes I'm a disappointment); Jongie plopped onto his lil chair with a fluffy blanket around his shoulders and headphones on that cute little head of his

• He said "I love playing car games, vroom vroom y'all 😤"

• And you said "I love playing surprise games, yes yes 😈"

• Gorl, when I tell you he squeaked out of surprise at how you turned his chair around to face you ;(

• "Uhh... Am I- Am I supposed to be looking?" He stammers, eyebrows raised and eyes locked on your bare front

• "By all means, baby," you purr, shaking your head with a familiar fondness at the boy in awe before you

• Just like Joong, he never tires of seeing you naked. He loves looking at you when you're nude, because it's when he can appreciate all aspects of you

• "Hang on, let me pause the game, I'll meet you in the bedroom"

• Getting intimate with Jongho is quite easy. He'll pretty much always say yes to sex, and it's pretty casual when you hint at it

#kpop smut #ateez reactions #smut #ateez smut #kpop reactions #reactions #jongho smut #seonghwa smut #yeosang smut #hongjoong smut #mingi smut #yunho smut #requested #wooyoung smut

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not-your-regular-writer · 3 years

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I wrote this for Valentine's Day this year after I saw this card:

And it totally looked like something Crowley would give Aziraphale haha. So enjoy :)

*Phone rings in the bookshop. Aziraphale picks up. It's Crowley.*

- Hello, Angel. Have I, by any chance, dropped my black leather coat at your place?

- Well, hello, Crowley. Which one, you own too many of them.

- Oh, you know, the... The... Well... You're probably right. Can't even describe it without making it look like the one I'm wearing right now.

- So how do you know it's missing?

- I just know. There's a void in my wardrobe. That's how I know. But it's ok, it's a cheap one, maybe it's in this mess I call a home. And... How are things up there?

- Oh... Things are just fine. Today is a special day, many clients have come looking for books, and I'm very much pleased to notice that people find appeasing to give books as gifts in a special date like today's.

- (hesitant) Special... Date?

- (Azi starts blushing for some reason) Valentine's...

- Oh, sure. That date. Can't stand it. Too much love on the streets. No wonder I've got a headache since I woke up this morning. Everything is so... Pink. And happy. Urgh, makes my stomach...

- (Irritated) I see, Crowley, you hate valentines day. Nothing new about it. If you excuse me, there's a line of clients waiting to get their sweeties a book.

- Oh, fine, then. Talk to you later.

- That remains to be seen.

- Wha...

*Azi hangs up, feeling a bit ouraged. He breathes deeply before going back to the clients, his eyes go over a chair next to him. The black coat is there. He can not only see it, but smell it from that distance. He sighs, reaching discreetly to it. Aziraphale had hidden a little poem in its pocket. He thought it would be sweet if he picked it up today, and found it alone, of course, maybe it would put a smile on his devilish handsome face. He wanted to play Crowley a bit, but he was so unpleasant Aziraphale gave up on the entire joke. He shakes his head, too upset to finish the gesture. But the smell trailed behind him. He felt so much love around him, humans could be so charming sometimes, that he forgot about Crowley for a while. "

Later that day...

*Aziraphale is organizing the last pile of books on the counter. It was a fine day, pleasant, cheery, fun. He made a good sale, and earlier that day he had picked up some roses to give as a courtesy to the buyers. He had cut up lots of pink and red paper hearts to have customers write a message to their sweethearts as a surprise inside the books. He had even baked some chocolate muffins in the shape of hearts, but as a treat to himself, guessing he would probably be alone by the end of the day, as always, but in the company of a good cup of tea and a new prophecy book that had just arrived from the 15th century...*

*The doorbell rings. He raises his eyes. Crowley is coming in, taking his glasses off. *

- Crowley... (hesitant) What a... (forcing a smile) Delightful surprise.

- Hey, angel. (looking around, embarrassed) I thought you'd be finished for today, so I thought we could... Have dinner, or something. You know, nothing special, I mean, we always have dinner, it's...

- (smiling the tiniest of grins, out of sight, still with his back turned to Crowley, putting the books back on the shelf) Oh, yes, just dinner. I suppose the Ritz is going to be a bit... Busy for the night, so...

- Oh. You're right. Maybe it is not the best night to dine out...

- Indeed, my friend. (a bit optimistic) But we could arrange something...

- I don't know, angel. Now that you've mentioned it, it's true. It's gonna be noisy, and... Crowded... And... You're probably right. I didn't really think through it.

- Well, I... (he turns around, getting closer to Crowley, who is still at the door) I could cook for us. I mean, I do not mean to brag about it, but I happen to be a very good cook, thank you.

- Oh, I do know that. We could have some... Pasta?

- I'm thinking a very tasty ravioli, marinara sauce, maybe some corn bread and cheese, and... Oh, we'll see.

- I don't wanna impose...

- Of course not, my friend, it is no imposition.

- Then let me get us some red wine to go along with it.

- (Excited again) Fabulous. Then, I will get dinner done, meet you here in an hour?

- Sure, sure. I will... Get the wine.

*Crowley is out on the street, it's been one hell of a task to find fine red wine around, but he managed. When he was getting back to the bookshop, he saw something that sparkled an idea on his mind... *

*Back to the bookshop. Aziraphale is cooking, much amused and pleased with himself. He's distracted checking the taste of his marinara, and he can't see Crowley coming closer.*

- Aziraphale?

- (Jumping) Oh, for good heavens! You almost never use my name, what has got into you to do that?

- (smiling, a bit shy, unusual for him) I... I... (going to say something, but changing his mind) I found our wine. Your favorite of course. Had to put some effort into it, what one doesn't do for a nice bottle of Pinot Noir?

- Oh... (frowning, a bit confused) Definitely. Would you be so kind to put it on the table, along with the basket of bread?

- Yeah, yeah, no problem. (he picks up the wine and the basket, still fighting with words. He makes up his mind, dropping both, and picking something from his pocket, handing it abruptly to Aziraphale). Here. It's for you.

- (Startled, running his hand on the white apron he put on to cook, a little upset, maybe thinking the should have picked a more appropriate moment to give gifts) Ah... Well... (speechless, he picks up. It's a card, a blank white paper, written in black and white, very simple, very blasé. Aziraphale listens to his heart in his years, reading it intently).

- (Crowley starts talking fastly, trying to distract the mood, the sweetness of the occasion) I know it's valentine's day, but you know, humans send cards to one another, anyway, it just felt weird to just not say anything, so I got you this card. It's not a big deal. It doesn't really mean anything. There isn't even a heart on it. So basically it's a card. Saying hi. (Exhales, embarrassed) Oh, forget it...

*Aziraphale hugs him, tender and carefully, his eyes are glistening, he feels much happier than he can express, but he just hugs him, hoping the gesture speaks for itself. Crowley is still as a rock, eyes wide, hands on his pockets. He tries for a pat on the back, but he can't seem to make his hands work. He notices Aziraphale's face is very close to his, he can smell his skin, his white smooth hair, almost tempted to touch it... They part. Aziraphale is smiling beautifully, like only an angel could. Like only Aziraphale could, actually. *

- Thank you, dear.

*Crowley nods his head, not sure of what he could say, but Aziraphale doesn't seem to need it. He goes back to the stove, still holding the card close to his heart without even noticing. It makes Crowley smile, but he takes the bottle and the basket back to put them on the table. The smile never left his face.*

*They have a nice dinner, talking, joking, discussing, eating and drinking. It was a fine night, like many others they had together. But this one had something to it, a different glow, a lighter atmosphere. Crowley is ready to go back to his apartment, his heart is a little heavy, and he wonders why. It is an unusual feeling, but curiously, he can't remember feeling it towards anyone else but Aziraphale. They stand by the door, Aziraphale has that candid smile again after going in the back and getting Crowleys coat.*

- Here. I was just playing you.

- I knew it! Aren't you becoming a trickster yourself?

- (smiles wider) I've got my charms...

- (low voice) You do. (Louder) Ah, so... I should get going. It was a fine meal, I must say.

- Well, thank you. It was a fine company, as always, my friend.

- Well... Happy... Night. Of February... 14th.

- Ditto, in fact, it's almost February 15th.

- Sure... See you around.

- Definitely

- Bye, Angel.

- Bye, Crowley.

*Crowley walks towards his car, feeling a bit dizzy. It was probably all that love thing in the air. At this hour, a bit more than love should be in the air, in fact. He breathed the air, closing his eyes, holding the coat in his hands. Something fell, and he picked up. It was a pink piece of paper. It had Aziraphale handwriting in it. He frowned.*

- He wrote a poem. For... Me.

*He turns around, looking at the bookshop, but now it's all dark and empty. Aziraphale probably went to rest. He would not bother him, right? Maybe... Maybe he didn't even intended for him to find it, maybe he forgot. Yes, he must have forgotten, he didn't even mention... He looks down at the paper again. The feeling of being completely filled inside, but so empty at the same time. So light and so heavy. So close and so far. He gets into his car, putting the poem back in his pocket. He starts driving, too pleased to admit. But the smile is there, crossing his face with the light of a thousand stars.*

*A light shines in the upper window of the bookshop. Aziraphale watched the entire scene. He eats a muffin, too glad to mind, looking at the card over the table. It was the best Valentines Day he had in centuries. Things were getting better."

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jisungsmochi · 4 years

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the coffee shop boy - njm

new coffee shop employee! jaemin / little rivalry b/w reader x jaemin hehe / just lots of teasing eachother and some fluff too

some references to my jeno imagine for my nct dream job au series!

link to my masterlist so you can read the others!

a/n: inspired by katie & aiden’s story in ‘alexa & katie’ on netflix! pls stream it hehe

word count: 3.9k - hope you all enjoy :)

the first time you met na jaemin was in front of the cafe you worked at. your manager was running a donation drive where customers could donate toys or books for the local children’s hospital. you offered to bake complementary cookies for each person who donated. so there you were, standing outside the cafe, handing out cookies. you swore you turned away for one second, when you heard someone halt infront of the stand. the person swiftly grabbed a handful of cookies, shoving one into their mouth. you turn back around, glaring at the clueless boy infront of you.

“excuse me! those are only for people who have donated” you sternly informed, the boy still not having any sign of regret,

“my bad, i just see free cookies” he smirked, taking another bite of one. you reached to grab the others that were in his hands, but he ended up pulling away before you could reach him. you felt your body tip over the table, the plate of cookies and some donations, falling onto the ground. you loudly groan to yourself, quickly standing up and brushing off any dirt on your apron. your manager, doyoung, immediately rushed outside and to his dismay, he only saw you and a broken table with cookies scattered everywhere. the mysterious boy just took off, what an asshole.

“y/n, clean this up, now” doyoung orders, as you nod. you hoped that boy never came anywhere near the cafe ever again, or you might as well just lose it entirely.

“and then, he grabbed the cookies and took off! if i ever see him again i want to give him a piece of my mind” you rant as your friend lia listens carefully. you were both eating lunch at a random restaurant she had heard about.

“he sounds like a dick” lia shakes her head in disappointment as you both chew on your fries.

“i know right! and now doyoung thinks i’m incapable of being assistant manager” you grunt, frustrated at the events of the day prior.

“don’t be so negative! you are a loyal employee and you are good at your job. you’ll get promoted soon, i’m sure of it” lia gives your an assuring smile, as you nod along with her. you were glad to have her by your side whenever you would rant like this, it helped you not completely lose it.

“hey! cookie girl!” you heard a sudden voice echo through the restaurant. both you and lia turned to the voice calling you, only to be met with the boy from yesterday.

“you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, putting on a small, fake smile to greet to boy.

“fancy seeing you here, stalking me now right?” he chuckled to himself, approaching your table. lia looked over at you with a ‘what the hell?’ expression, you just widened your eyes, unsure of how to respond to either of them.

“whatever helps you sleep at night” you respond, as jaemin just smirks.

“sorry about the cookies by the way. don’t get offended but, they weren’t that good to begin with” he slyly poked at you. you wanted to give him a good lecture about how hard you worked on those damn cookies but you noticed how lia was getting concerned about your next moves. you took a deep breath before giving the boy another blunt answer,

“you’re entitled to your own wrong opinion. now may you please leave me and my friend alone?” you just shot another fake smile, as jaemin couldn’t take his eyes off you. you started feeling repulsed by just his gaze, why did he have to stare for such long periods of time?

“sure thing, see you around” he winks before heading out of the restaurant.

“who the hell was that? is he the cookie thief?!” lia’s mouth was agape as you nodded.

“he was indeed. i just want to wipe that grin off his face!” you cross your arms in frustration. lia just rolls her eyes,

“he’s kinda cute, don’t you think?” she starts to wiggle her eyebrows as you throw a fry at her.

“you have a boyfriend!” you begin to tease as she starts blushing,

“jeno doesn’t need to know” she jokes as you both begin laughing.

(a/n: yes the jeno here is from the bubble tea girl au hehe)

you were happy that lia had a boyfriend, but it often made you feel distant from her. you felt like you couldn’t ask her to hang out as much, incase she had plans with jeno. you knew that she would have dropped everything to hang out with you, but you still felt guilty if she ditched jeno like that. you wished that you had a boyfriend of your own, so you could hang out all together without the awkward third wheel vibe. but that was a long shot for you, or so you thought.

it had been a solid two weeks since that interaction with jaemin, in which you still didn't know his name yet. after constant hassling, doyoung promoted you to assistant manager.

"we have a new employee coming in today, i need you to train him" doyoung orders as you nod in agreement.

"never fear! i'll teach him everything in my barista 101 guide!" you smile, pulling out a pastel green notebook with random coloured tabs sticking out of it.

"i didn't ask, but you do you" doyoung shrugs, patting your shoulder before heading to the back room. doyoung always picked on you, but you were sure, you were his favourite employee.

you were fixing up any last notes in your guide, when you heard the bell above the door ring. you set everything aside, ready to take the next order. you look up, eyes meeting those of the boy you never wanted to see again.

"you" you huff out, eyes immediately glaring, face now stone cold.

"me" jaemin smiled widely, walking up to the counter, leaning his elbows on the top of it.

"fall on any more tables yet?" he chuckled to himself as you mimicked his words, turning away from him to continue writing in your book. he had some nerve teasing you like that.

"y/n, what are you doing? this is jaemin, the new employee" doyoung bursted out of the backroom, standing behind you. you instantly froze, looking over to jaemin who was now standing up straight with his arms crossed over his chest. he had bright blue hair, a blue denim jacket on, and that damn smirk of his plastered on his face. you couldn't stop glaring, slowing moving to face jaemin and doyoung.

"just train him well okay? i don't want to have to deal with any mess in here" doyoung sighed, walking away from the both of you. jaemin had his eyes fixed on you.

"you know just cause you're cute and all, doesn't mean this job is going to be easy" you muttered as you dig behind the counter to find jaemin a spare apron.

"oh so you think i'm cute?" you could hear the flirtatious tone leaving his mouth. you shot up from behind the counter and threw the apron forcefully at his face. to your displeasure, he ended up catching it before it could hit him. jaemin tied the apron on himself, meeting you behind the counter.

"let's get started shall we. i have written pretty much everything you need to learn in this book right here! it's a beginner's guide, with all my best tips and tricks so i-" you were interrupted by jaemin fiddling with the coffee machine, not paying attention to a single word that left your mouth. you groaned in annoyance, watching as he handed you the cup of coffee he had just made.

"try it" he urged you, observing your every move. you cautiously look at him and then at the cup in your hands. you didn't want to admit it, but it looked and smelled pretty good. you slowly took a sip of the warm drink, eyes avoiding those of jaemin. you hated to compliment him, but the boy had some skills. you felt jaemin's eyes on you, ready for your verdict.

"it's alright i guess" you sigh, trying to play off how impressed you were. jaemin just chuckled, knowing he was already doing a good job.

"i don't need that little book of yours, i think i'm just about perfect" you rolled your eyes at the taller boy, giving him a small slap on the shoulder.

"get to work buddy, tables need some wiping and coffees need to be made" you made your way to the cash register, beginning to take orders as customers entered the shop. jaemin couldn't help but shake his head at your bossy persona. he found it entertaining, but also quite enticing. he couldn't wait to work with you more.

weeks had passed since jaemin started working at the coffee shop. he never asked for any of your help, making you quite frustrated that he wouldn't even listen to a single piece of advice you had. it's as if your authority as assistant manager and his trainer, was thrown out the window. you were getting ready to start your shift, noticing jaemin drawing something on the front window with some paint pens.

"what the hell are you doing? doyoung hates it when we mess with the window art!" you nag at the blue haired boy. jaemin just rolls his eyes, turning back at you,

"can you like stop nagging me for one minute?" he responds, continuing to draw on the window. you let out a small huff, and as if on cue, doyoung approaches both of you.

"ooo you're in troubleee" you slyly mutter, waiting for the scene to unfold. jaemin turns to face doyoung, who at first didn't say a word.

"jaemin, i didn't give you permission to do this" doyoung started, you felt yourself perk up at the possibility of jaemin getting scolded.

"but i was kind of wanting a new design anyway, your doodles are quite nice actually. keep it up" doyoung smiles, looking over at your pissed off expression. he just pats your shoulder before heading off to do business of his own.

"you can't bust me, sweetie. i'm just that good" jaemin walks closer to you, backing your up against the counter.

"you are so infuriating" you grunt through your teeth, eyes meeting jaemin’s. he had a slight kindness in his eyes. as if he was pleading for you to not to be so mad at him. jaemin chuckled softly,

"you're gonna just have to deal with it then" he leaves you stunned as he walked behind the counter, starting to take orders.

was he always this handsome?

you shook your head from your thoughts, na jaemin was utterly unbearable to be around, so why couldn't you stop thinking about him?

"you know what he did the other day?" you begin another rant, this time lia and jeno were your audience.

"what did he do?" lia played along, looking over at jeno who was invested in your story.

"so, you know suzy? the dreaded middle aged woman who always complains about her coffee having too much sugar? yeah well, jaemin served her the other day and she complimented him! right infront of me!" you started to pout. lia started giggling causing jeno to start giggling as well.

"what's so funny?" you furrow your eyebrows at the couple.

"doesn't sound like you hate him all that much to me" jeno smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you just give him a scowl in return.

"no you see jeno, y/n hides her feelings for jaemin through all this teasing, and so does he. it’s adorable" lia commented, causing you to know scowl at her.

"you guys are being ridiculous! he is so infuriating, no one can be that perfect at making coffees? especially a beginner anyway" you continue being stubborn as your friends just roll their eyes, already convinced you were in complete and utter denial.

you went home that day, thinking back to the times you felt yourself stare a bit too long at jaemin. he was so charismatic, he could practically charm any person who entered the shop. he had doyoung, the most stone cold person you had met, wrapped around his finger. he was the perfect barista, and could even do coffee art. you envied how good he was, considering it took you months to perfect your own skills. you knew that hating jaemin wasn't the way to handle this whole situation, but it was much easier than having him know that you sort of liked him.

you were writing down stuff in your weekly planner, it helped you stay organised with your daily tasks so you knew you wouldn’t forget anything. well, except your pastel green notebook. you swore you had left it at work, but for the past week you hadn’t been able to find it. you were slowly starting to accept that you lost it, and all your hard work over the past 6 months was for nothing. you let a soft groan, finishing up your final sentence, as you heard the boy next to you clear his throat.

“may i help you?” you move your head to face him, not realising he was already inches close to you. you immediately froze, unsure of what to do next.

“you’re slacking off, i can’t make all these coffees on my own” jaemin smirked, like he had many times before but this time, you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he was up close.

“i- well uh, yeah sorry” you stuttered, pulling away from the boy. jaemin just sighed, he didn’t understand why it was so hard to talk to you. he wanted to get close to you, possibly even ask you out, but your repeated attempts to ignore him during your shifts together had deflated his confidence. you caught yourself glancing over at him multiple times during work, watching how he interacted so kindly with customers and somehow always kept his composure when being lectured by doyoung.

you were about to close up, making sure to double check that the bathrooms were clean. as you made your way back to the counter, you caught jaemin in the act. he was reading from your notebook. the one you thought you had lost. he didn’t see you approaching, making it an even better bust.

“AHA! i knew it! you read my book” you exclaimed, catching the boy off guard, causing him to fall into his butt. you couldn’t help but laugh at his exaggerated reaction, before helping him from behind the counter.

“it’s not what it looks like” he just sighs, knowing he had already been caught.

“oh really? cause it looks like you were reading my book, and have possibly been following every single piece of advice in it” you continued to tease, a bright smile plastered on your face. jaemin couldn’t help but crack a smile back at you, nodding in defeat.

“yes okay, i read your book. it helped a lot! is that what you wanna hear?” jaemin could feel the redness flush his cheeks and the tops of his ears. you couldn’t help but gush over how hilarious the situation was.

“and here i was, thinking you were a barista prodigy! well na jaemin, you just got schooled!” you started getting up in his face, watching as the taller boy just shook his head at your incredibly quirky antics. he found you adorable, not that he would admit it anytime soon.

from that day onwards, you and jaemin bickered less. of course you’d still poke fun at him now and then for initially taking your book, but it was all fun and games.

“y/n look!” you heard him call, as you were both closing up that night. jaemin had smeared on a foam moustache on his face, attempting to make you laugh. you just threw a dirty towel at him, rolling your eyes at us childish antics.

“god you’re such a loser” you smile softly, removing your apron. jaemin wipes off the foam, placing the towel away, before removing his own apron.

“you know, i think that all this teasing from you, is really a way for you to hide how much you like me” his words made you freeze. you didn’t want to face him. you weren’t sure if he was kidding or not, so you opted to just crack another witty comment, to avoid any more awkwardness.

“in your dreams, i do it because you’re just easy to make fun of. it’s what friends do” you shrug, looking over at the blue haired boy. you were expecting atleast a small smile to come from jaemin, but instead, he had an unreadable expression. he approached you slowly, causing you to shuffle backwards, your back now pressing against one of the cupboards behind the counter. jaemin places his right hand next to your head, leaning closer to you. you felt your breath hitch as he stared into your eyes. jaemin didn’t want to keep beating around the bush, he needed to know how you felt, and soon.

“ so you’re telling me, we are just friends?” he mumbles, quiet enough for only you to hear. you could practically feel him begging for you to deny it, but your heart wasn’t sure if you were completely in it. of course you found jaemin attractive, who wouldn’t? but to be in a relationship or even start something more than a friendship, with anyone was a huge step for you. you had never had a boyfriend before, and watching your friends experience immense heartbreaks in the past, made you unsure of your own experiences.

“y-yeah jaemin, we’re just friends” you whisper, watching as jaemin’s face softens. you didn’t know if he was upset, hurt, or both. but you knew something was off. jaemin just nodded, packing up his things.

“have a nice night, y/n” jaemin gave you a small wave before exiting the coffee shop. you felt your heart tighten, what the hell was he doing to you?

“y/n, i’m your best friend and all, but you’re an idiot. jaemin clearly likes you and you have just ruined your chances!” lia sighs, comforting you the next day. you just nod, knowing everything she said was true.

“i know i messed up. i just don’t want to get his hopes up if i’m a shit girlfriend or something” you worry, unsure whether you could really show jaemin the appreciation as love he deserved.

“stop being so afraid! don’t stay sheltered! if you like him, you should tell him. you deserve to be in a happy relationship, never doubt that” lia pulls you in for a long hug and you begin t think about what you wanted to say to jaemin, the next time you saw him. you knew she was right. if you didn’t confess soon, it would eat at you inside about what could have been. it was time to take a chance.

at your next shift at the coffee shop, jaemin came in late. he apologised to doyoung who didn’t mind, as today was fairly slow. he would usually shoot a witty comment at you before he started making drinks, but today he just gave you a small smile without a single word. your heart clenched at how he was acting. but you knew exactly why he was doing it. you wanted to wait until closing time, to properly talk with jaemin. but you couldn’t help but notice how down he looked whilst he was serving customers. it really must have affected him a lot. you tried to talk to him during your shift, standing next to him as he was making a drink.

“h-hey, how are you?” you tried to start, watching as jaemin halts his movements. he turned his head to face you, the expression was unreadable. jaemin knew he was being petty for giving you the cold shoulder. it wasn’t like he could have forced you to like him back, especially since he hadn’t properly right out confessed to you.

“i-i’m alright, and you?” he tried to act as normal and nonchalant as possible.

“i’m okay i guess” you mumble, unsure of how to continue. you were thankful that jaemin had to serve more customers, cutting your conversation short.

you waited for the clock to strike 9:30pm, as it was time to start closing up. doyoung tossed you the keys before he finished his shift earlier that day, leaving both you and jaemin to pack up together. jaemin had finished cleaning the bathrooms and all the tables as you worked on the countertops and back area. you made eye contact with him from across the room. he looked so solemn, as if he would rather be anywhere else but here with you. you sighed to yourself, knowing what was on his mind. you approached the blue haired boy slowly. he watched your every move, his heart beat increasing with every step you took.

“i lied” you blurt out as his eyes furrowed, confused at your words.

“when you asked me if i thought we were just friends. i lied. i don’t think of you as just a friend, jaemin. i-i think of you as something more” you avoid his eyes, watching as he sets down the dirty towels onto the nearest table. he pulls your chin up with his fingers, making sure you were looking at him directly.

“why didn’t you just say so?” he had that cocky smirk on again, which would have drove you nuts before, but now you found really attractive.

“i was in denial, okay? i didn’t know if you really liked me back or not and i guess i was just scared about what to do next” you admitted, as jaemin’s lips formed a small pout.

“you drive me crazy” jaemin smiled, cupping the side of your face with his left hand, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“well so do you” you mumbled while blushing.

“just so you can hear me say it, i like you too. kinda have been trying to drop hints. you’re completely oblivious” he playfully teased, causing you to give him a small shove. you couldn’t help but smile at him as he pulled your face closer to his with both his hands on your cheeks. you move your hands to wrap around his neck, watching as his smile widened.

“bold move there” he muttered, lips brushing briefly over yours.

“can you just kiss me already?” you whine, which made jaemin’s heart burst. he nodded eagerly before connecting your lips with his. he moved one hand to grab your waist and the other was left caressing your cheek. you couldn’t believe you were kissing the same guy who stole your cookies months ago.

jaemin suddenly pulls away, mumbling,

“i knew you’d fall for me, i mean i am a catch”

“you really know how to ruin a moment don’t you?” you pull away from his completely, letting his take his hand in yours.

“yeah but we have a lot of time to have more moments, won’t we?” jaemin pulls you to his side,

“we sure will” you smile up at him, leaning in for another kiss when you were interrupted by a familiar voice,

“i freaking knew it! you two better not do this lovey dovey stuff during your shift otherwise i’m firing one of you” doyoung warmed as you both burst into laughter.

you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into with jaemin. but that was the thrill of it all. he was constantly surprising you with new things about himself. you completely adored him, as he did with you. you realised it was okay to let yourself be vulnerable, you never know what you could get out of it.

a/n: ahhh i loved writing this one! let me know if there were any mistakes! x

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darkestdesired · 4 years

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The Pain In Me

Edward Nygma (Pre!Riddler) x Sick!Reader !Romantic.

Lee x Sick!Reader !Platonic

An: This is a very special and personal request,they specifically asked for certain details.This is a lot more heavy than the stuff i usually write so i feel the need to put up warnings.

Warning: Fear of death,mentions of explicit areas of the body,mentions of surgical procedures.I am not a medical person so any of the information mentioned was found on google,I apologise ahead of time if i got any information wrong.

Request: @darkpayne234

Part 1)I would like for it to be romantic the reader lives in Lynchburg, va except that she has uterine fibroids and has to get a hysterectomy surgery done in charlottesville at the "University of Virginia Health System" hospital and she's scared to get surgery done!

Part 2)since me and my reader live in a different state, Lee gets transferred to Charlottesville to be the reader's doctor (the reader's first time meeting Lee) leading the reader to meeting Ed Nygma (before he became the riddler) for the first time! (He's her assistant since the requester thought he matched her medical expertise.)

If you told me a year ago that i would get sick,have surgery,while meeting my best friend and the man of my dreams i would have thought you were crazy.But here i am stuck in an ambulance being transferred from my home city of lynchburg to the new city of Charlottesville.

"I know mom,I'm just scared." I conveyed to my worried mother over facetime."It's going to be alright sweetie,I'm so sorry I'm not gonna make it in time." I smiled as i looked at my mother,she looked as tired as i felt."I'm telling you it's okay.My doctor said their sending a special doctor who has a high success rate and their assistant who is just as good.They told me with them conducting the surgery i have a 100% chance of success." She looked at me sadly,"My poor baby,I wish i could just trade places with you."

"Miss (L/n) we've arrived." The medic said as he opened the doors."Mom i have to go,I'll call you when I'm done." She nodded,"Alright,i love you so much (Y/n)!" I tried my best not to cry,hoping this wasn't the last time I'd see her face. "I love you too mom."

Hanging up the phone i nodded to the medic,he and the driver carefully pulled my bed out of the ambulance,putting down the wheels and pushing me towards the doors,I felt a knot in my stomach as i saw the big sign staring back at me "University of Virginia Health System" it all began to feel real as i was brought into the familiar air of a hospital,something I've been in and out of for months now.

Once being setup in my new room an older woman walked in with a kind smile."Hello miss (L/n),I am Doctor Marsha,I will be looking after you until your doctor arrives." I raised a brow,"Am i early?" She shook her head,"No my dear,we have gotten you doctor's from a city called gotham,I'm afraid with recent unfortunate events there they had a bit of trouble leaving,but it has been dealt with her assistant is actually already here.He should be up shortly." I let out the breath i didn't even realize i was holding."Thank god.." She laughed softly,"You have absolutely nothing to worry about my dear,all we need you to do is relax and let us do all the work alright? We want this procedure to be as quick and painless as possible.I am positive that once this is all over and you have healed that you won't even remember the pain." I felt my body begin to ease at that,"Thank you doctor,that really helped." She patted my hand,"Of course dear,Anything you need to make this comfortable for you."

With that she left me alone in the white hospital room,I looked around the dull walls trying to find something to distract myself with.

About 5 minutes had passed before i felt like i was going to go insane,As if god was answering my prayers there was a knock on the door.There stood a handsome man with a soft smile holding a cup,"Hello,My name is Dr.Nygma,I'll be Doctor Lee's assistant during the surgery.I uh..Brought you some Gatorade." I smiled at him and carefully took the cup from him."Thanks doc." He chuckled and checked my IV.

"If you don't mind i would like to do a few tests." I jumped slightly when i heard Edwards voice suddenly next to me."Oh uh..sure go ahead." He nodded and pulled out his stethoscope,putting them in his ears before placing the cold one on my chest,"Do you not have any family coming miss (L/n)?" He suddenly asked,"Well my family got busy and i assured them i would be okay,But... to be honest I'm terrified." He raised a brow as he removed the stethoscope from his ears."What do you mean?" I placed my hand gently on my abdomen."Well i never really thought i was ever gonna have a hysterectomy I'd laugh in your face.I mean..i know the cons and the pros..like never having periods again can be counted as a pro,along with the fibroids not coming back,But it's terrifying.I mean there's always that worry that what if something goes wrong or the fibroids are worse than you thought.But i just can't keep living with the pain anymore..." He looked at me sadly."Forgive me if I'm being forward,But i find you extremely brave.It can be terrifying going under the knife,Yes there are those small chances but when you compare it to how much better you're going to feel and how amazing life is going to be without that worry burning itself into your brain isn't it worth the risk?" I felt tears prick my eyes causing him to panic,"Miss (L/n)! Did i say something wrong?!" I laughed messily as i tried to wipe away the tears."No far from it,I didn't realize how much i needed to hear that Edward.I just met you and i already like you." I smiled at him.

His words made me feel like i could face anything,he was right there's always going to be risks but the outcome will be worth it.

He felt his chest squeeze by how beautiful i looked in that moment,my tearfilled (E/c) eyes glimmered in the light,My (H/l) (H/c) hair was messy yet showed off the beautiful features along my face like a halo. "Please call me (Y/n)." His lips pulled into the first smile I've seen on his handsome face,I felt like puddy on the blankets as he gently brushed his hand in a calming manner on my head as if he were petting me.It was surprisingly calming and almost made me fall asleep before Lee walked in,"Only if you call me Edward." He said barely noticing that he had taken my hand in his. "So..are you seeing anyone?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible. He smirked at my obvious flirting. "Well that all depends." I raised a brow. "Depends on what?" He leaned in close."If i can get your number after this." I felt as if my face was going to explode. "I-I..um.."

"I am so sorry for the Delay miss (L/n),I'm Doctor Lee,and i can see you've already met my assistant.Edward can you stop flirting with the patient and go prep,you know how i like my tools more than those nurses." Edward's face was as red as mine as he cleared his throat.He sent me an apologetic smile before hurrying off ahead of us once Lee and a few nurses were pushing my bed towards the ER.

"He's cute isn't he?" She said with a smirk causing my eyes to widen."Excuse me?" She chuckled."Edward,He is cute right? Plus he's damn good at his job and is a complete gentleman." I felt my (S/c) cheeks heat up. "I-I..um..oh geez..." She laughed,"Don't worry,I'll be your wingman..well WingDoctor." I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide the smile pulling at my lips. ".....He is cute.." She smirked."See,that's the spirit."

The surgery was a complete success with no hiccups,Both doctors prided themselves in being the best.

Although i felt like a truck had hit me as the medications began taking affect,i almost missed when Edward walked in with a tray of food."Hey (Y/n),How are you feeling?" He asked softly as he set the food down on a table next to the bed before scootching a chair closer. "Like I'm dying." I groaned causing him to chuckle."The medication should be kicking in any minute now that you're awake.Do you feel ok enough to eat? Dr.Lee sent me up with some broth." I nodded."Yea but i don't think i can lift my arm yet." I said but Edward had already begun lifting a spoonful to my mouth."Open up love." I felt my face flush at how comfortable he was already.i smiled to myself as i allowed him to spoon feed me the deliciously warm broth.

Lee smiled as she watched the scene from the doorway,we were in our own little world. She smiled as she watched her friend finally allow someone in,she could see this was far more than a doctor-patient comfort.She shook her head and quietly shut the door,turning to see Doctor Marsha walking her way."I've come to check on-" Lee held up a hand,"Not right now,let them be." Doctor Marsha glanced through the window before giggling. The two doctors smiled to themselves as they watched a strong new love form.

Who knew what the future had in store.

#edward nygma imagine #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #gotham x reader #gotham imagine #gotham oneshot #gotham #sick!reader #lee gotham #lee x reader

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kunt-dracula · 5 years

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Everybody Loves A Clown

Supernatural Rewrite.

OC, Sam, Dean

TW: Cursing...that's about it.🤣

I pull my leather jacket on as I bound down the staircase, denѕe boots thumping against the old wood. I call out to Sam—repeating his name when I receive no response. He must be out in the yard with his brother.

I make my way into the kitchen upon hearing clinking plates.

"Sam outside?"

Bobby doesn't look up from his aggressive scrubbing of a cast iron pan. "Nope. He and Dean left."

I raise my brows. Hm. Guess they caught wind of another case. Hey, if it means I don't have to drag them along with me on mine, I'm not complaining at all.

Without asking any further questions, I hoist my backpack further on my shoulder "Well, guess I'll see Ellen and Jo by myself."

"And while you're there tell those boys that the next time they eat here they gotta wash the dishes. At least then they wouldn't be completely freeloading."

I twist my body back to Bobby. "I thought you said they left?"

Bobby shuts off the faucet. "They did leave. They went to the Roadhouse."

"What!? Dammit, I told them to wait!"

Instantly becoming angry I spin on my heels and rush to the door, swinging it open. I hear Bobby yell something behind me, but I can't hear him over my feet stomping against the gravel in addition to my heavy breathing.

I yank the other strap of my backpack on the other arm, securing it. Since the case was in-state, I decided on riding my bike.

I throw my leg over the pillion of my 2005 Triumph Rocket III and drop my weight onto it. Keeping it up is pricey; hell the bike itself is expensive, but I managed to do both for free.

How I got this piece was I took it from the leader of this werewolf biker gang. After I killed him and a few of his goons, I looted them for some things. They were too nice to go to waste. The dead gang members didn't have much honestly. There were three of them—with the exception of the leader— and I only got a little less than three hundred bucks. But the leader...oh man, a holy grail.

I couldn't boost the fairly nice house from him. But not only did I get this motorcycle off him, but I also got this badass 2005 Dodge Ram 1500—as well as some nice jewelry. I could tell it wasn't his, so I instantly concluded that he had done some stealing himself. Not being aware of who the owner was I pawned the jewelry off under a false alias and got a few stacks for it.

Shoving my right foot against the kick-start lever—undoubtedly using more than likely with more force than necessary—the bike roars to life. Fairly new motor purring loudly, vibrating vigorously between my thighs.

I snatch my helmet off the front of the bike—almost forgetting to put it on—pushing my head into it. I kick up the kickstand with the heel of my boot, and peel through the yard, leaving a trailing cloud of dust behind me.

*12 MINUTES LATER*

Upon turning into the parking lot, I spot the beat-up, poorly maintained minivan I gave Sam the keys to earlier this morning. It was the only functioning car Bobby had. It was bad off, but I had fixed it up to where it'd get you where you needed to be.

Haphazardly parking my bike, I shut off the engine and remove my helmet—hanging it from the right handle.

The wood groans under my weight as I ascend the few steps to the paint chipped door. I push it open, only a fraction surprised at what I see.

Jo was holding a rifle on Dean, who was holding his nose, and Ellen had a handgun pointed at Sam.

"See this is why I told you to wait." I couldn't help but sound 'matter-of-fact.' Hell I told them, but they didn't listen, and I knew how Ellen and Jo were with strangers showing up unannounced.

Four pairs of eyes instantly snap to me. "Hi Ellen," I nod "Jo."

"Hey sweetie, don't mind us, just some guys wandered in, looking to score probably." Ellen narrows her eyes at Sam who was looking back and forth between the 9mm pointed at his face and me, a pleading look in his eyes.

I shrug my bag off, setting it on the table. "They didn't come to steal. I know them. They're Sam and Dean, or dumb and dumber—which is quickly becoming a good replacement."

"Sam and Dean? Winchester?" Her face softens. I nod, confirming.

"Son of a bitch." She mutters.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Jo asks.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." She lets out a laugh, lowering the gun. Jo slowly does the same. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." She gives Dean a smile.

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean questions, nasally. She fills a hand towel with ice and offers it to Dean, without saying a word.

"Bobby called said you had a case for me. You needed help with something?"

"Yeah," she leans an elbow against the bar. "Demon. Heard he was closing in on it."

"He? He who?"

"John Winchester. I actually called you when he didn't return my calls."

"Ah. I see." Aware of where she kept files, I rounded the bar and slid the file cabinet drawer open. Flicking through the row of folders until I found what I needed. I open the Manila folder and frown. A lot of the writing from these newspaper articles are small. And I don't have my reading glasses. My vision is really good when pin pointing objects or when something's out of place but if it's words? Sometimes I catch hell. Glancing over at the drying rack an idea pops into my mind, and I lift a small shot glass from the rack.

"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean demanded.

I slam the drawer closed with my hip. "The same way you do, genius. She's not new to the world of hunters." I circle my way back from behind the bar. I'm rewarded a dirty look from the man.

"I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad, a long time ago. John was like family once." Her lips curl up into a small smile as she reminisces.

"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?" Dean questioned, skeptical. Ellen's response was a mere shrug. "So why exactly do we need your help?"

"What's with mister moody over there?" I glance up from the open folder in my hand to see Jo slinking to stand next to me. She mirrors my position of leaning back against the hard wood of the bar.

"Their dad got off'd by a demon a few days ago," I whisper back, my eyes falling back on the newspaper article. "I'm not sure they know it was a demon though. Dude reeked of sulfur, but I'm pretty sure I was the only one that could smell it." I run the glass, rim-down across the page, the words becoming magnified.

"Have you told them about your 'abilities'?"

"Hell no! I barely know them. The only reason I'm around them is that Bobby wants me to. The old geezer's suddenly scared something's gonna happen to me."

"Well, you are like his daughter Essie." God, I hated when she called me that. "From what you've told me, he doesn't have anyone except you." I huff. I'm getting lectures left and right.

"Ash!" Me and Jo can't help but jump at Ellen's abrupt shout. Ash, who was asleep on the pool table jerks up with a start. Honestly, I'm not surprised I didn't notice him before. I've been coming here for years, and I'm so accustomed to seeing him drunkenly sprawled out, I just consider him furniture. "What? It closing time?" He grumbles, looking around in a daze.

"That's Ash?" Sam questions in disbelief.

"Yep." I walk past him, plucking the thick folder from its spot on the table in front of him before he has time to react.

"He's a genius." Jo smiles, pushing off the bar and walking behind it. I snicker.

"No," I grab the glass of water from the bar and saunter over to where he was. "These guys and I need your help with some info." I slide the water to him, and he looks up at me, his lips spread in a lazy smile. Here it comes.

"Well for you I'll help any way I can, Darlin'." As always, his eyes almost instantaneously fall to my breast. He goes to lean an elbow on the table but, misses and begins to fall until I grab his forearm--steadying him. "See I'm fallin' for you." I can't help but break into a smile at his cheesy flirting.

"Stop flirtin' with Essence and read the damn notes." Ellen scolds, but it's obvious she's amused as well.

"You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean states.

Ash smiled. "I like you."

"Don't doubt him." I did the same when I first met him, and he shocked the hell outta me. "Just give him a chance." I add.

"Alright. This is about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it." Dean watches as Ash opens the folder and skims through it.

"Come on, this crap ain't real. There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this." Ash scoffs.

"Apparently so, their dad seemed to be able to do it." I shrug.

"There are non-parametric, statistical overviews, prospects, and correlations, I mean, damn!" He wheezes.

"These are omens." A piece of paper catches my eye, I drag my fingers across the lines.

"Basically if you can track these, you won't have much of a problem tracking the demon behind it." I glance up at the boys to see a mixture of both impressed and confused expressions.

"Yeah." Ash nods in agreement. "You know like, crop failures, electrical storms...You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun." he trails off, picking up another sheet.

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me," he ponders briefly. "Fifty-one hours." He stands to leave.

"Hey, man?" Dean stops him.

"Yeah." He turns to face us again.

"I, uh, dig the haircut."

"All business up front, party in the back." I chuckle as he flips his hair and shrugs before leaving the room.

"Hey, Ellen, what's that?" Ellen looks back at the space behind her before looking back at Sam.

"Well, that's Essie's police scanner she left here a year ago and never took it back." I scrunch my face.

"Hey now, first of all, I left it because I got a new one. Secondly, I left it so you could be more aware of what's going on and keep tabs on things."

With Ellen's folder still in my hand, I move over to the bar and slide on the stool next to Sam. "Hey, look at this, " I open the folder and place the first few pages of the article between us. I could see that in big red marker it had written on it:

COUPLE MURDERED

CHILD LEFT ALIVE

MEDFORD, WISC.

"Read over this again. I already did but, I don't have my reading glasses, so my vision is fucked up when It comes to words. You might see something I missed." He nods and grabs the sheets.

I fixate myself with something I have no problem seeing clearly. Photos of the victims, their information, etc.

The bar was all-around quiet. Except for Dean and Jo who were having an indistinct conversation on the farther side of the room, next to the windows.

"So uh," Sam starts. "How have you been. Its been what... five or six years since we last saw each other?" He asks with humor.

"Seven actually," I respond dryly, not lifting my eyes from the photos. "We were freshmen." I flip one and move to the next. "As for me, I've been fine. Grown accustomed to being alone." I murmur adding a shrug, more than likely to keep from visibly cringing at the statement I had unintentionally let slip from my lips. I could hope he hadn't heard me, but I already know he has by the way he's looking at me. Although I've still failed to make eye contact with the guy I can still feel his eyes staring at the side of my face.

"Dean," I call him over, not quite because I wanted too but, I needed to change the subject before it progressed any further. "Come take a look at this." At this statement, Sam leans closer to me, and Dean stands next to me, leaning his body against the bar. I frown at the uncomfortable closeness. "Too fucking close." I shake my head. They both mumble a 'sorry' and put some distance between them and me.

I roll my eyes. "A few murders not far from here Ellen caught wind of. And with my expertise, this damn sure looks like a hunt."

"Since when are you an 'expert' in hunting?" I turn my head towards the eldest and shoot him a harsh glare, before shifting my expression into one of smugness. "Since I saved your tight ass—not once but twice since we met less than a month ago." I slide off the stool and brush past him to the table I left my bag on, but not before gauging the look on his face. I can tell Dean's taken aback by my response at the way his brows furrow deeply. He clears his throat, crossing his arms. "So what's your point?"

"My point, Sweetcheeks, is that we're taking the case." I stuff the folder in my bag and pull out my Mossberg 500 12 Gauge Shotgun. Although I had intended on riding my bike to—what I thought was a nearby town in South Dakota but is actually a town in Wisconsin, I should go and swap out for my truck. Another good reason is the center of what's going on isn't really familiar to me at first mention, so who knows what and how many of it am I going to need to take it out.

"No, absolutely not." He protests. "You're not tagging along with us. Give me the folder." With my instincts, I hear his heavy feet approach me, and I turn, gun in hand. I grip the pump and flick my wrist harshly, gun clicking as it cocks. He immediately stops in his tracks.

"You really wanna try taking it from me?" I tilt my head. He's highly annoyed but shakes his head regardless. "Smart boy." I smile and the bag over my shoulder, shotgun still in my right clutch.

"Now come on," I pat his stubbled face with my hand and walk past him yet again. "Got a lot of work to do."

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural imagines #supernatural rewrite #everybody loves a clown #sam winchester #sam supernatural #dean winchester #dean supernatural

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not-so-secretly-alexandra · 6 years

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Unicorn Obsession

Summary: Steve and Bucky brought you to a theme park. They loved bringing you everywhere and seeing you happy. But what happens when you become all gloomy?

Prompt: "That's it, we're going back for that unicorn."

A/N: Sorry my entry is delayed. I have no excuse. @mal-functioning-writer , it's still for you though... #Mals3kStash

Word count: I have no idea I'm sorry

This is my first time writing. + I've been a perfectionist. So, I hope you enjoy it!

This is as close as I could get to what I imagined... ⬇⬇⬇

"Hey, (Y/N)! What do you wanna do next?" Bucky gleamed.

You were at the theme park. Steve had gone to buy some snacks while you and Bucky tried out every booth you could come across.

You were like a little sister to Bucky and Steve. They loved hanging out with you. They loved making you happy. They basically adopted you after meeting you. They found you in one of Stark's foundations and they became sort of the ones who take care of you now.

***

You've never been to one, so they found a local carnival for you to go to.

You rode the carousel. Watched the both of them play balloon pop and that hammer game, which ended up leaving a little competition between Steve and Bucky.You enjoyed watching because, you had to admit, you had a crush on both soldiers. But you were merely a teenager. So that didn't really matter a lot. You were having the best time.

...

You practically begged for Steve to try face painting. You loved trying out new things, and you loved doing it with them. But in all his seriousness, all you got was 'no'.

"I'm gonna go get us food." The super soldier said as he, kind of, ran off to avoid being done to him what you have been begging him about for the last 5 minutes.

"Umm... wow. Is getting your face painted really that bad?" You asked Bucky who only hummed back, he wasn't really paying attention to you. He was enjoying the brush strokes, the wet paint that felt cold against his skin. You chuckled at his response.

"Wow you really find that relaxing, huh?" You muttered under your breath, "Meanwhile, the other guy wouldn't even--"

"W-what? You said something?" He flinched, startling the person who was putting on the paint. They huffed. They're probably intimidated by now. You've been nudging Bucky's arm every now and then and it's become annoying.

You shrugged and shook your head. You wanted to rant about how Steve was being uptighter than uptight lately. But the artist seemed too pissed, and just wanted to get it over with, you didn't bother. They were already scary beforehand. You took a step back but repeated the question anyways,"Is it really that bad? I mean, what's so bad about getting a little paint on your face?"

They did your face first, then Bucky's. You had a little unicorn painted on your cheek. You specifically asked for the unicorn because it was your favorite animal. You didn't care that people thought you were weird because you still believed it was real. You loved it, let them deal with it.

"No, not at all. It's fine it's just..." Bucky replied once they were finished with his face. "He's just afraid, maybe,"

"Afraid of what? His face swelling? Welts?" You side-eyed him before turning to face him. "... is he afraid he won't be able to say anything patriotic because..." you held your breath up to your cheeks to make it look bloated and brought your hands up to your face, which only made you look more like a zombie.

"Hey," you were cut off by Bucky giving you a 'don't even think about it' face. You giggled at that. He continued on answering your question, "he's afraid of not being taken seriously."

The paint on Bucky's face was made him look like a sweet little bunny.

"Then, why are you okay with it?"

"I'm used to it. And with what already happened, people will never take me lightly."

Bucky smouldered as he said that and you chuckled, finally realizing the sight in front of you. Never have you thought the winter soldier could look so innocent, ever.

He had little bunny ears drawn on his temples, whiskers were drawn by the nose up to his cheeks and below his lip was white paint with black outline resembling chompers. It was hilariously contradicting to what he just said you wheezed.

"What?" He looked so confused it only made you guffaw at the ex-assassin who was actually a sweet little bean bun. You never thought you'd see anyone purer for the rest of your life.

"You're- you're so cute!" You managed to say as you tried to stop.

But you couldn't stop laughing so Bucky just grabbed you by the back of your shirt and dragged you as he went on crossing out the list of rides for you to go.

***

You played tons of games, went to tons of rides with them, but there were still tons more to explore.

"Knock the bottles, win a prize!"

"Ooh, look! a unicorn!" You were making lovey dovey eyes staring at it. You pointed at the booth with a specific 24-inch sized plushie, "How 'bout we play that one, Buck?"

His eyes darting to the game then back to you, "You know I'm not good at this stuff..."

"Can you at least try?" You looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"We should probably wait for Stev--"

"Please," you pleaded before looking over the stuffed animal again, "it's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee!"

"Fine, doll." Bucky went to pay and play the game.

...

You and Bucky were staring at the abyss while you were at the bench. Your head was on his lap, your eyes were red from crying.

"I've been looking all over for you! Where have yo-- woah, are you okay?" It was Steve. He looked so worried as he cupped your face to see if you were hurt. "What happened?"

***

"Arrgh!" Bucky groaned as he made his last shot, still not hitting the bottles thrown with his right hand. He threw his head up and sighed in frustration before he hung it low and turned to look at you, "I'm really sorry, doll. I'm out of bucks."

He laughed dryly whilst you chuckled at his attempt to make a joke. It made him feel better to see you at least enjoyed his company.

You reached behind and took your money and stretched your hand to give it to him. "Let's go again?"

***

You explained only parts of what happened but mostly told him, "it's okay because you're here now."

You somehow left the part out where the prize was a unicorn. And you never told him you used all your money.

Both you and Bucky stood from the bench, taking the food with newfound hope. You gave him a toothy grin. Steve was here, he could totally win that unicorn.

"Thanks, Steve." Bucky gave a wide tight-lipped smile after biting on the corn dog.

"Bucky... you got- you got... buck tee-nevermind." Steve realized what was painted on Bucky's face. Steve couldn't believe his eyes. What was happening? Okay, so the soldier finally feels unimpeded. He looked free and happy for once. It really matches his personality when he's just not the brainwashed Winter Soldier. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Hey, Steve, thanks!" You said as you realized you were famished. If Bucky couldn't do it, Steve can. He's been winning prized toys since the beginning of time. You chuckled at the thought and continued with your cotton candy.

You were about to ask Steve when he said, "Sorry to cut our time short, but work called. We gotta get back to the compound. Tony said to meet him there."

Your face dropped. You were going home. But we didn't get the unicorn yet.

"Wait, we didn't get that plushie yet." Bucky tried to reason. "Steve..."

"I'm sorry, Buck, but we gotta be there in an hour. It's important." He sounded as apologetic as he could.

Bucky gave in, he knew he wouldn't be able to hit that target any time soon. And Steve, he was the one who really was needed there. Bucky was just backup.

You had just used up your money. All you wanted was that unicorn. You couldn't just give it up, but you couldn't do it by yourself either. You wanted Steve to play.

Where you were standing, you could see the unicorn clearly. Steve didn't seem to have noticed your eyes on the thing as he took your hand and walked to the automobile, basically making you run, trying to catch up to him. He was in a hurry, you could tell. His 6 and a half being, dragging your barely 5 ft. height, made it hard for you to keep up. He was literally sweeping you off the floor.

"But Steve, you could do it."

"Whatever it is, we can come back for it. Alright?"

You looked to see Bucky right behind. He looked to you and saw the tears threatening to spill your eyes. He mouthed an 'I'm sorry' and hung his head, eyes on his feet.

"But, Steve--"

"What?" Steve stopped in his tracks.

"...nothing." you said as you wiped your tears that were already falling.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" he said seeing you already crying. Concern laced in his voice. He wiped the tears on your face. "I'm sorry. What's wrong, sweetie? You still wanna play? I could give you a-"

You shook your head and mumbled an, 'It's not that.'"We should go. You need to drop me off now. Mr. Stark is probably waiting for you now," you gave him a weak smile and motioned for all of you to get into the car.

...

You didn't notice but the conversation you just had worried Steve greatly. You always gave way for them, even when there was something you wanted. You always just tried to let it go. But of course you had to mourn first.

The car was quiet as Steve drove. You sat in the back. You hid your face behind Bucky's seat, silently sobbing. You accidentally whimpered. You shot up before wiping more of your tears and pretended to hum innocently.

But it was already too late because Steve heard you, and he wasn't having any more of this. "Alright, that's it. (Y/N), what's really going on? You've been quiet the whole ride!"

"It's nothing, really!" You nearly screamed telling him you were okay. "I'm fine, Steve!"

"You don't seem fine," Steve was raising his voice. "If you wanted to play more, I could have given you a couple more minutes!"

"It's not that, Steve! I told you it's not that!" you sobs were uncontrollable now that you were facing the situation. You never liked it, it gets you emotional over the smallest of things. Plus, the suspense in the little vehicle was too much.

Bucky took the popcorn from the bag of food that Steve bought. He wanted to help you make Steve understand this, but not this way. He figured it's time for you to explain things yourself.

"Then what is it about?!"

"It's nothing, really!"

"Nothing?! Then, (Y/N), why are you crying?"

"You have to get back the the compound. Mr. Stark is waiting." You turned to face the window.

"(Y/N), just tell me what happened." He said, a little more gently. "What is this really about?"

"I didn't get that prized unicorn." You sniffed.

"What?" Steve asked, completely confused. You wiped your remaining tears and giggled as the face he made reminded you of Bucky earlier.

You sighed as you finally told him, "The prize for that game... the prize of the game Buck and I were playing, was a unicorn plushie. And I really wanted it."

"Is that it? Is that what this is all about?" "Yes, but I really wanted it. And Buck tried to get it for me but you know that it's literally the only thing he can't do, even in the 40's."

Steve now understood everything. He knew how you loved unicorns. He also knew what trouble you would go through just to get another one for your collection. And a unicorn like that, he knew you weren't kidding.

Steve glanced at Bucky and scoffed, "You couldn't have used your metal arm for it?"

"Shut up. You're the one who keeps on talking about being fair all the time! I guess you rubbed it off on me..."

"And now you're broke."

"I was just trying to acknowledge my other arm for still being here. I wanted to show that it still has its use."

The car was silent again for a moment. Steve contemplated. He felt guilty for not spending more time with you and pay attention to you more.

"That's it," suddenly, the car drifted, you heard the wheels screech, you were on the other side of the road.

You and Bucky gave him looks of bewilderment. Steve gave Bucky a look that he understood right away. You still looked ever so puzzled.

Bucky flashed Steve that wide grin of his again and made him laugh and shake his head once more. He won't be able to move on until he washed his face.

Steve said, with his game face on. "...we're going back for that unicorn."

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