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miabebe · 2 months ago

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Camp Seventeen Chapter 5 Teaser

Hello my lovelies! Yes I've been gone for a while and by a while I mean a really long time and I truly apologise that life has been so busy butttt as I promised, I'm not abandoning this blog or these stories so here we goooo

I know I left Chapter 4 with a huge cliffhanger months ago, so I hope this teaser can help ease your minds a little! Lots more happening in the chapter to come sooooon

I will also get to all the asks and comments soon, be patient with me my loves <3

You hugged your knees as your eyes drifted towards the figure walking along the edge of the waters.

It had been over an hour since Seungcheol began strolling by the lake, lost in his thoughts. It had also been just about the same time since you sat on the damp soil, watching him. Mentally, you were navigating your own maze of thoughts too, but your eyes couldn’t seem to leave him. Even from this far you could tell his expression was pained - he was hurting.

And so were you.

You couldn’t think of a more cruel joke the universe could possibly play on you… actually you could - if the Scrolls of Sacrifice expected the two of you to literally kill each other. Thank god Jeonghan noticed your vacant expression staring at the paper and clarified it.

“To sacrifice means to give up. You have to let go of whatever is written on that paper…. for eternity.”

For eternity.

You hadn’t even had the chance to dream of that with Seungcheol. The two of you had only just sorted out all the confusion and found yourselves on the same page… till another piece of paper from Olympus had ripped right through it.

Letting out an audible breath, you finally tore your eyes from him and fixed it on the sun setting far away, making its way home into the waters. You suppose no matter how bright a day is, it always ends with a night - maybe darkness in your life too was inevitable. Only difference was tomorrow the sun would rise again but no amount of time could change what was fated for you and Seungcheol.

It’s the snap of the twig that pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts.

You knew it wasn’t because of Seokmin who had stationed himself more than a few metres from you - you supposed after your extended lingering underwater a few days back, he had his guard up. The sound came from behind you but when you looked over your shoulder, there was no one.

Wonwoo.

“I can never truly be alone anywhere, can I?” Groaning, you turned back towards the water. “For fuck’s sake, you don’t always have to be around. I can survive on my own.”

But you didn’t want to, did you?

Clearly, you were lashing out - there was nothing remotely warm about your tone but how could there be when time and again, life insisted on submerging you in cold, cold waters. Still, it wasn’t Wonwoo’s fault - he didn’t deserve the hostility.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled. “My head’s not in the right place…. it hasn’t been for a while.” Not with still not knowing why Hestia abandoned you, how the Chimaera is your father, your strange abilities with fire, the confusing dynamics of the camp… everything was a mess. “I need to fix things but I don’t know how.”

That was not true. You knew how. You knew exactly how, but you also knew that meant you would hurt a lot more than you are now.

When you landed your gaze on Seungcheol again, he had finally stopped pacing around, his eyes fixed on you. Behind him, to no one’s surprise, you could see Jeonghan walking away, but not before his eyes flickered between the two of you. Earlier, Seungcheol looked lost, but now, it seemed like he had some clarity. Gesturing you to follow, he began walking away.

“Wonwoo.” You straightened yourself out, getting up on your feet. “Can you come pick me up from the Forest of Nyx? I’m going to need a ride back to camp.”

The drive to the forest was silent, except for the consistent lightning and thunder that followed the car. And the pouring rain.

You knew the two of you had a lot to say to each other but it had to be away from the watchful eye of Zeus - even without seeing much, He had seen enough. It was only when you entered the forest, driving past the burnt tree that everything drowned out - the noise, the silence, the pretense. Only the rawest and most honest version of the two of you was left. Turning the engine off, Seungcheol let out a deep breath, words not leaving him. You couldn’t even see the expression on his face with the way darkness was submerging everything, not until a strange illumination was gently cast on his face.

Turning your head you glanced out of the window, eyes falling on the thousands of tiny golden lights rising from the bushes…. fireflies.

Mesmerised, you opened the door and stepped out, eyes wandering over the way the dark forest had come alive with the light. You didn’t hear Seungcheol follow your actions, not until he walked up to you, holding his hand out in a fist. When you frowned at it confused, he unraveled it to reveal a small bug in the middle of his palm. It looked like it was…dying. The light in it flickered as it hovered unsteadily, like it was on the last leg of its existence.

Seungcheol looked at it pitably as slowly you held your hand out beside his and using the last of its energy it jumped into your palm, the light almost fully giving out. You had almost mourned the loss of miniscule creature you barely even knew but somehow, to your surprise, the moment it touched your skin, it shone brighter than ever. It was like the light had been poured back into it, making it glow once again but this time with a colour much different from those around it - a deep, dark orange.

That was…. Your fire.

Your eyes followed it as it flew away, blending into the sea of floating lights, as Seungcheol watched you. There was a slight dampness in your eyes he couldn’t quite fathom and as much as he wanted to ask, there was something other than the fireflies that was lingering in the space between the two of you that he had to address.

“Y/n, I think-”

“You should take Zeus’s deal.”

Seungcheol blinked at you expressionlessly as you turned to him.

“What did you say?”

“I think you should do it.” You gulped, hoping he wouldn’t hear the way your voice shook. “You deserve the Mark of Zeus Cheol, you’ve been wanting it for so long-”

“I have and I do want it but I want you too.” He held your hand, gripping it tight like he was scared of it slipping away. “I want to choose you too Y/n-”

“Choosing the Mark would mean choosing me too.” You pulled your hand away from him slowly. “Being Zeus’s heir is good for everyone, Cheol. We will undeniably win the quest and we can all go back to normalcy. I can go back to a normal life and so can you, don’t you want that?”

“But if I sacrifice you for the Mark, there is no version of normal where you and I can ever be together.” Seungcheol sighed, his voice going soft. “Once I make a deal with the Oracle of Delphi, I’m tied to it for life - even if I become the Ruler of the Heavens. A binding like that is…. for eternity.”

Jeonghan’s words echoed in your ears…. for eternity.

“There is one way though.” If you didn’t know Seungcheol better, you wouldn't have been able to tell that this wasn’t his most confident self. “It was Jeonghan’s idea really but.... I could turn down the scroll tomorrow and Jeonghan can take over as leader of the camp. He will get the Mark of Athena somehow, he swore to. Then when the camp is free and he becomes one of the Gods of Olympus, through him, we can get Hestia to answer whatever you want-”

“And you really believe that’s possible?”

As much as Jeonghan maddened you in a hundred and one aspects, you couldn’t help but admire how that man would do anything and everything for his friend. But you knew this was not what Seungcheol truly wanted.

“Do you know how many ‘ifs’ this is based on Cheol? What if Jeonghan doesn’t get the Mark?-”

“If he said he, I will I trust him to-”

“What if he doesn’t end up being a leader as good as you?-”

“I will still be his second in command, the camp will always have me-”

“What if he can’t convince other camps that he is good enough and they don��t become our allies-”

“I will make sure it happens Y/n-”

“What if the team doesn’t win the Quest?-”

“I will make us win goddammit!” He slammed his hand on the car with a resounding bang, finally losing his cool. “Do you think I would abandon the team in any way? I would give my life for the boys if it came down to it-”

“Exactly Cheol.”

You sighed, taking his hand in yours, rubbing the red skin of his palm softly.

Camp Seventeen meant everything to this man. All this while Seungcheol had been saying that he wanted both you and the boys, never that he would choose you over them. Because he couldn’t- he could never bring himself to put anyone above them and that didn’t madden you one bit. You liked that about him, a lot - you liked how dedicated he was to his people to the point where he was even willing to step down as Chief if it meant having it all but the truth was, Seungcheol was a natural leader. It would kill him on the inside to be someone on the sidelines and you didn’t think you could be the one to put him there. If you followed what he suggested you would never completely have him to yourself - a part of him would always be lost and the last thing you wanted to do was to put Seungcheol through that. You couldn’t be what breaks him like that.

“The team needs you and you need the team - you need to be the leader and you need to get the Mark of Zeus, that is only right.”

“At the cost of us?”

He wasn’t getting it. He was swept away by what the two of you had shared less than 24 hours ago and clearly, it was clouding his judgement. When that fog eventually cleared, he would surely regret all this and neither of you would be able to make peace with that.

“What even is ‘us’ Cheol?” You knew deep down he was hurting, but you were about to break his heart all over again. But it was important that you do it - this heartbreak would save him a lifetime of pain and regret. “Yes we’re attracted to one another and we like each other, sure, but this…. This isn’t love.”

Seungcheol’s voice faltered like it was stuck in his throat. “You don’t think this is….”

“We’ve barely known each other for a few weeks, how can this be love?”

This time, it was him who pulled his hand away from you.

“Cheol, you’re… you’re not in love, are you? Because I…. I’m not.”

The silence that followed was perhaps exactly what heartbreak sounded like. But this was the only way Seungcheol would be guilt free when he chooses the Mark over you - if he felt like you abandoned him instead of him leaving you.

“Why would you pick me over the Mark when I cannot even guarantee there is an ‘us’ in the future?” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to be discreet about it - thank god Seungcheol didn't know that was your tell when you lied. “And in all this, did you even consider what I want? I want to speak to Hestia Cheol, to my mother - contacting her is the only thing I’ve been trying to do since the moment I came to camp. Did you even think how important this was for me? Or was it only just about you?”

You expected Seungcheol to be mad at you for labelling him as someone that selfish. You needed him to be mad at you for this to work, you needed him to hate you enough to let you go.

Instead Seungcheol’s expression softened and he shook his head slowly.

“I’m so sorry Y/n.” Regardless of all your efforts, he still looked at you guilt stricken. “I knew you wanted to speak to her but I didn’t think you longed for it this much.”

“That’s because we like each other Cheol but we don’t know each other. Then how can we be confident about a lifetime together and give up all that's at stake?”

Seungcheol was silent for a minute that felt far too long.

“You’re right. The possibility of us cannot and should not be greater than your need for your mother.” He nodded, taking a step back. “I’m sorry I didn’t know the gravity of it Y/n - I would sacrifice myself a hundred times over if it meant that you got to meet your mother even once.”

And there it was. Seungcheol would let this go for your happiness and you would do the same for him and even if the two of you were not in love with each other yet, what was this if not the beginning of it?

Just a little overwhelmed you turned to him and slid your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shoulder. Almost immediately, Seungcheol wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

“I’m sorry if anything I said was hurtful Cheol, I was just trying to-”

“Don’t apologise, you were right-” He gently stroked your back like he was trying to comfort you. “-about almost everything.... You said what we shared wasn’t love and yeah, maybe it isn’t the kind that fights against all odds to stay together, but….. I do think it is the kind of love there is in letting go.”

You pulled back, looking into his eyes, finding them just as slightly damp as yours were. There indeed was love in letting go.

“Hey.” He chuckled softly, cradling your face with his hand. “There's nothing to worry about. I’m going to be the best leader Olympus has ever seen and you’re going to…have the best talk of your life with your mum.”

You laughed. “Yours sounds a lot cooler than mine.”

“Maybe it is, but I hope you get the answers you’re seeking from her Y/n. You deserve to have a free and the best possible version of your life you can build.”

Nodding gratefully, you leaned in, kissing Seungcheol softly as he melted into it.

“I’m going to miss that.” He whispered against your mouth. “Maybe when I become king I will overthrow the Oracle of Delphi one day just to do this again.”

You laughed, pressing your forehead against his. “Aren’t you an ambitious one?”

Seungcheol smiled back and somehow, he looked happier than you had ever seen him and you knew why. Because he had the biggest heart and knowing he could finally help both his team and you was good enough for him. You were the world’s unluckiest fool to let him go….but you had to.

Pulling away, you looked behind you at the entrance of the forest, mumbling under your breath.

“Wonwoo isn’t here yet.”

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah I…. I didn’t know how things were going to go between us so I asked him to come pick me up.”

“Wonwoo doesn’t leave the camp at night though.” Seungcheol stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It's defenceless without him.”

Oh.

“It's okay, I can give you a ride back home. It’s my duty as leader to ensure you’re safe.”

You smiled, half rolling your eyes. “I know, I just…” You looked around the fireflies still lighting up the forest with a soft glow. “Tomorrow feels ages away - I don’t think I can sleep tonight.”

Seungcheol looked far off lost in thought before his face shone bright like he had an idea. “Give me five minutes.”

You frowned, watching him as he opened the doors of the backseat of his car and began hurriedly working with something inside. True to his words, in five minutes, he had pushed the seats down flat, brought out comfortable looking throws and pillows and made a cozy little space at the back. As you clambered in from the door of the boot, tiny fireflies followed you into the space and Seungcheol got in too, with a bunch of snacks in his hands.

“Okay.” He clapped his hands. “What do you want to do to pass the time? I have books if you want to read or we could just listen to music? Oh or we could watch a movie?” He began looking around for something. “I have a projector and a screen, I just need to find the remote, one second-”

“Cheol.”

He turned to you.

You didn’t know if it was the unnecessary romantic setting of the fireflies and the cozy set up of the car or the fact that you felt closer to him now than ever, but the words just left your mouth.

“Sleep with me. One last time.”

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jensthwa · 4 months ago

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mountebank chem: epilogue (JYH x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

* 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤: 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲. The first time you met Yunho, you knew he was going to be part of the biggest tragedy of your life: the loss of your freedom, of your free will. You didn't know why back then but what you did figure out is that you and Jeong Yunho were going to, eventually and very publicly, date each other at some point. Is that reason enough to hate his guts? Well, of course! Now, when the time comes to fulfill the prophecy, how the hell are you going to pull it off? And, most importantly, what do you need to do to not fall in love with him in the process?

PAIRING: rich!yunho x afab!rich!reader.

GENRE: enemies to friends to lovers.

WORD COUNT: 7.08k

WARNINGS & TAGS: attempt !!! at comedy, dual pov (both yunho's and reader's), use of fem pronouns for reader, the morning after and the day after that. reader and yunho are very in love is lowkey kind of gross everyone, kissing, fluff, dream-talk, yeosang talk too! a little bit of angst if you squint, decision making and finally standing up for yourself is hard and reader is doing their best, sukwon being a good brother and making reader cry, gyuri being a little shit, wooyoung being a little shit, seonghwa being a good friend, happy endings let's goooo.

NOTES: hi everyone! here's the epilogue i promised! like i've said in a few asks that i've gotten, there's a little bit of the next story here, just something so you all have context of it before going in. i don't know when that one is going to be up (i'm not really far along with it) but either way i want to thank all of you for the patience and the wait! i really loved writing mbc:'). this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: february 20th 2025.

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masterlist - part one - part two. part three. part four.

When Yunho wakes up, rested and naked, the room is dark.

He turns to the side and the curtains are, of course, down but the thing is that he doesn’t remember closing them the night before.

When he turns to where you’re supposed to be, the bed is made on your side and you’re not there.

Strangely enough, he doesn’t panic. He is sure of what you both have, he trusts you enough to know you didn’t run away from him, from you two, again.

Also, he can smell a mix of coffee and the turpentine-like smell of paint as he gets dressed with his boxers and the slacks he was wearing the night before after picking them up off the floor and going to the bathroom to wash his face.

He pokes his face out to the living space and there’s a make-shift tarp on the floor, the furniture is moved around to make space for you and an easel. You’re sitting down on a wooden stool, painting away and he wonders if he just missed that last night or if he genuinely just passed out and didn't notice this much change.

He clears his throat “Good morning, princess.”

You jump a little, turning your head to look at him and there’s paint on your face and your hand when you wave at him.

“Hi, Jeong.”

“Seriously?”

“What?”

He chuckles “No cute nickname? Just Jeong?”

“Well, that is your name, isn’t it?” You turn back and he catches that you’re pretending to focus on your painting, but you’re repassing the same painstrokes as before.

“We’re going to have to work on it,” he lets out a sigh that turns into a yawn. “Sorry that I slept in on you. What time is it?”

“Around three.”

“In the afternoon?!” Yunho looks around for his phone but he locates the clock in the wall first and he confirms your words. “Princess, why didn’t you wake me up? We could’ve spent the day together…”

“I rather you rest,” you shrug and he takes a few steps until he’s behind you, his hands immediately reaching out to touch you. He can’t help it, he wants to physically fuse into you but he compromises with nature and just massages your shoulders. “You have sectionals in two weeks, right?”

He frowns at the reminder, a tiny smile on his lips a second later.

“How do you know that?”

You stop the brush on the canvas and then look at him again, eyelashes batting with fake innocence.

“I kind of bribed my assistant so she could bribe yours and now your general schedule is on my phone…”

He fakes a gasp and he marvels in the pout he gets in return.

“I needed to know when you were leaving the dorm this week!”

“So you could drop the gift?”

“Mhm,” you say, puckering your lips to ask for a kiss. He pretends to go for it and he truly pats his back for having a little of self-restraint when he dodges you to pretend he just thought about something.

“Oh! That reminds me…”

You huff in annoyance and interrupt whatever he’s about to say.

“How did you know my room number and who let you in?”

“I paid the receptionist and showed him proof that we were together,” he explains like it’s nothing and you huff again, amused this time. “Told him I wanted to surprise you.”

“That’s so irresponsible.”

Yunho reaches the box he left on the coffee table last night, opens it and pulls the polaroids out.

“You dropped this off without any explanation! What are these?”

When he turns around, you’re already painting again and he gets a five second look in his direction before you return your attention to your art.

“Oh.” there’s a smile on your lips Yunho loves, although he’s not sure if it’s because you’re doing what you love or if you got reminded of something. “I was hoping you asked me about it. I, um, stayed at a resort during New Years, in Gangwondo.”

“Is this the first time we spent Chrismtas and New Years away from each other?”

“Not the first time,” you muse and then shrug, “but definitely the first time in a long time, huh?”

“I didn't like it.”

“Why?” You look at him again and he sits on his knees on the couch like a neglected child, looking your way. You seem to find it endearing, because you laugh. “Because you didn't have anyone to kick under the table this year?”

“That has never happened.”

“Liar. Anyway, they have this winter festival that goes all the way until mid January and they have this… Traditional and modern fusion media dance performance that made me think of you. So I took some pictures of the dancers.”

“So you just put them in the box because you took them while thinking of me?”

There’s shyness painting your tone when you reply “Yeah.”

His heart thumps happily inside his chest and he gets off the couch.

“I love you.”

You laugh again “I love you too, Yunho,” and, as you shake your head a little, you look in the kitchenette direction with your lips pointed at it. “I ordered some breakfast that you can heat up or you can give me… Twenty minutes and I can change and we can—”

Yunho revels in the squeak of surprise you let out when he closes the distance, leans in and catches your lips in a short but firm kiss.

“We can stay in all day if you want to.” He says and you kiss his lips one more time.

“Okay,” you seem happy to have that option so he sees the moment you make the decision to not push going out at all. “There’s some clothes for you in the walk-in closet. I ordered them when I ordered all of this,” you point at the mess on the tarp and the floor, “I figured you might need them.”

“Thank you, my love.” He whispers and he pecks your lips before reaching for your nearly empty coffee cup.

“There’s also one for you in the—”

“I want this one,” he says, a sly smile on his lips and one of his hands returns to your shoulders to massage them.

He takes a look at the canvas for once and he notices that, what he thought was a solid background color and some structure, has actually started to look like the view in front of you both, with the Namsan Tower in the back.

“What about the CD?”

“Hm?”

“Your gift,” he reminds you, “there’s also a CD.”

“A mixtape, with songs that make me think of us.”

Yunho blows some air and he doesn’t have to look down to see you’re frowning at the sound “You’re a romantic.”

“Do you want to die?”

He laughs but doesn’t address the threat at all. Instead, the focus is on your art “The painting of us and the kids is beautiful,” he can feel your skin under his palm heat up at the compliment and it makes him smile. “This one is too.”

“It all just flows so much smoothly when I don’t have to think about work or being home,” you admit, your body relaxing into his when he takes a sip of the cup and brings it around for you to do the same. “I want to stay here, with you, forever.”

“And we can,” he murmurs into your head, leaving a kiss on your temple a second later. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want to move out,” you say, your tone full of wishfulness and Yunho takes in a breath at what that could mean for you, “I want to quit my job.”

“And what do you want to do for work, then?” He asks, already supporting the decision. “You want to paint?”

You shake your head, looking up at him, a wishful glint in your eye “I want to be an art teacher.”

“Oh?”

“Do you want to work for your father?”

“Not in a million years, I— Princess, don’t get mad for what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

You turn in the stool, looking up at him with an inquisitorial brow until he crouches down on the floor to meet your eye.

“My plan has always been to pretend to work and go along with him until I graduate college. Then, I want to move away. I want to… I don’t know, get disowned?”

Eyes widening, you take in a sharp breath and then cough into your hand.

He offers you the cup so you can take the final sip out of it.

“It’s part of why I went along with the PR relationship in the first place.”

You nod and he gulps, staring as you get lost in thought for a second.

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I sort of planned to use you?”

“Not really, though. You wanted to use the relationship they threw us into?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s understandable, then. I… I understand.” This time, you’re the one gulping and he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. “I, um, I’m not sure if I actually can go against my parents wishes and never see my brother again, Yun.”

He shakes his head. “If you think for a second that Sukwon is going to give a fuck about your parents feelings, you’re wrong. I… Me and Gunho are not as close as I want us to be, you know? But we talk about things.”

“Yeah?”

“Sometimes,” his laugh lasts a few seconds only and then he clears his throat. “If there’s something I'm sure of, princess, is that your brother loves you with all his heart. If you want to step away from the family business, from your parents, he… He’ll understand.”

You nod again.

“And I’m not saying any of this because I want you to do the same things I want to do but I—”

You interrupt him “What do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to work as an engineer?”

“Yes,” he breathes out and you smile, “but I also want to dance. Have an academy, maybe, but I need money and experience and a name.”

“You already have a name.”

“I need to make a name for myself, princess,” he explains and you nod like you already knew, because you probably did. “Get a stage name, maybe.”

“Ha!” you laugh and he raises his eyebrows, amused by your reaction. “Maybe… Yunho the rakehell? Yunho… Oh! Yunho the bitchl—”

“Stop that!”

It seems like that joke is never to die down and he’s glad, he’s glad that he doesn’t take genuine offense in it anymore and he’s glad it makes you laugh in a way he wants to record and play on repeat forever.

Grabbing his face, your thumbs brush against his cheeks and he can swear he has never felt so at ease until now. This, waking up and going out of the room to find you doing what you love. You, looking at him with some much love, it's hard to believe it took you both so long to leave your pride behind and work it out.

“You are worth it, Yunho,” you whisper and he knows right away you’re referring to the fight you both had at the office, “and I have no idea how we’re going to make it, but we are. Of that I’m sure, my love. I trust you,” you brush his hair back and off his forehead, “I trust us.”

He holds your face as well, the pad of his finger passing over the dry paint on your cheek.

“I trust us, too.”

Before he can react, you’re smooching his lips again and he melts into the encounter, the passion of last night bleeding into his movements once again and painting him red when he gets on his knees and pulls you into his lap in a smooth motion. You yelp and laugh and then you moan into his mouth when his hands find your ass and his fingers dig into it through the jeans you’re wearing.

Huh.

You’re wearing jeans.

They look so natural and good on you that he didn’t even notice it’s the first time he seeing you in jeans.

“Again?” You ask, already winded and clinging onto him for dear life in a way that makes him laugh. He pulls back and finds you shyly smiling at him but it doesn’t really help your care that he can see right through the act.

“Can you blame me?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Y/N…”

“It was a joke,” you grab his shoulders to shake him to no avail and then before getting up you lean in to kiss his cheek in a manner so sweet that makes him all giddy, like a fool in love. Maybe because that’s what he is. “Take a shower.”

“Take it with me.” He says, without thinking about it but one hundred percent meaning it.

“I already showered.”

He makes sure to scrunch his nose and make a funny face “Did you really?”

It’s not really a surprise when you turn around from your painting and swipe your brush across his mouth.

“I smell amazing and you smell like shit. Go and shower, Jeong.”

He enjoys ticking you off a bit too much. Either way he laughs, the taste of paint on his tongue when he does and, when he gets up and goes to the bathroom, he hears the soft sound of your giggle and his heart feels full.

And then you get him back like ten minutes later, by turning off the light in the bathroom and almost giving him a heart attack at the sudden loss of it. He breathes out an exaggerated sigh and, when you turn them back on, he turns around and watches you through the glass divider.

Unfortunately for you, the glass is frosted from his chest down, but you lean against the marble counter and eye him suggestively nonetheless. He continues with his shower as if this is the most normal scenario ever for the two of you.

It feels like it, anyway.

“Can I help you, princess?”

“Tomorrow I’ll go home,” you start, not a question or a request, but a fact. “I’ll go home and I'm going to sit with them all at dinner and let them hear what I’m going to do from now on. They don’t need to know that I’m going to take classes—”

“You are?”

Humming, you nod once and then twice after a second of looking at the floor, determination in your stare when you look up at him again. “I’m going to get a bachelor’s in art education, maybe just art first. It’ll take time but…” You shrug.

“But you’ll be doing what makes you happy.” He finishes for you.

“Yeah,” you return softly, “and I'll be detached from my family’s hip eventually.”

“One will argue,” he says, closing his eyes to avoid shampoo to get into them, “that you’re already pretty independent.”

“While doing my work and my brother’s work, sure,” you smile, “but not when it comes to living on my own.”

An idea crosses his mind and colors his cheeks, so he hums “You’ll be lonely.”

“I already feel that way at home… But I do love the idea of having a space all for myself.”

He hums again and then wipes the water from his eyes to send you a look.

“How much do you love it?”

“Jeong,” you say, laughing when you finally get what he’s suggesting, “we’re not moving in together.”

He pouts.

“Yet.”

He smiles at you again.

“Besides,” turning around, you let out a tired sigh when you catch the paint on your face and then you open the faucet to clean it off, “then Yeosang would miss you too much and he’ll blame me. I don’t want your friend to hate me.”

“He would never—”

You don’t let him dismantle your excuses “What is he up to with that documentary, anyway?”

He closes the shower and reaches for a towel the next second, not even bothering fully covering himself up when he gets out and you send him a look through the mirror, one he can’t decide if it’s in reproach or if it’s charged with something else. Probably both.

But he plays coy and tries his best to answer your question as he secures the towel around his hips.

“He’s doing this documentary about dance, he’s been working on it for a while. Obviously I’m the star of it,” he watches you roll your eyes and he bumps your arm with his in retaliation. “But my co-stars are taking all of his attention now. It’s kind of annoying.”

“And he finds them— your co-stars I mean,” your eyes roll again, “at the club?”

Yunho barely helps the laugh that spills out of his lips.

“No, um, that’s a completely different story. He keeps saying that he needs to film this one girl for the documentary but we all stopped believing him when he almost got beat up for filming her,” he explains, his hands brushing his wet hair back, “and he went back to do it again anyway.”

Your hip connects to the countertop again, your back to the mirror “So he’s in love?”

“I don’t think so. I think he’s… Intrigued.”

“Is she an exotic dancer or something?”

“What?”

“What?” you return, shrugging, “nothing wrong with stripping for a living.”

“I know, that’s not what I meant—”

“Do you have something against strippers, Yunho?” Your eyes narrow at him.

“N-no, of course I—”

“Oh, you don’t?”

“Princess…” He breathes out another laugh, a nervous chuckle this time. “Stop teasing me.”

Your frown slowly breaks into a smile and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“But you look so cute when you’re flustered!”

He stops messing with his hair to grab your hips and make sure you have nowhere to go, trapped between his body and the cold marble behind you.

“I’m not cute,” he says, low, almost in a whisper, “and I showered.”

“Yunho… Are you not hungry at all? You have to eat something.”

He wants to laugh again but he stops himself, his hands roaming your front and slipping to your legs when he kneels a little “Hm, I’m starving.”

Gasping when he kisses your middle through your shirt, you push him away with feign distress written all over your expression.

“Jeong!”

He gets back up again “What?”

“Are you going to be this much of a troublemaker when we live together? I have things to do!”

He stops, his hands holding your hips still and then you gasp again when he tugs and presses you against his body.

“You said when.”

You gulp “I know what I said.”

“You’re making plans for the future and I’m in them.”

“Well,” you titter with a nervous glint in your eye, but your chin is up the next second, “you know what? Yeah. Yes, I am, because I love—”

He presses his lips against yours before you finish your sentence and when he pulls away you push on his chest again.

“Annoying.” You say but you don’t mean it and he laughs, his arms going around you before you melt into his embrace fully.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Mhm.”

You think about it, he can feel you thinking as he rocks you both from side to side “No,” you finally say, in a whisper and then your next words come out firmer. “No, I need to do this on my own. I would love to see you later tomorrow night, though.”

“Hm, I have practice and then I promised to help Gyuri move in with Wooyoung but I can tell them that I’m in love and busy.”

“No, no,” you pull back, smiling a little, “Can I… I mean, I can help.”

He smiles as well “You want to?”

You nod.

“She has a bunch of shit but San is moving most of the stuff because, partially, it’s his fault she has to move, so.”

“Hm, how so?”

“Gyuri and his girlfriend live together, for years now, and now they want to move in with each other so Gyuri is forced to live with the embodiment of mischief while she finds an apartment she can afford.”

You laugh “I don’t think it bothers her that much.”

“Why?” He frowns and, at his question, you give him an incredulous look. “Why?”

“Baby, oh my God.”

He lets you go and you push him away fully, getting out of the bathroom.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“Figure it out, dummy!”

He’s truly, genuinely and utterly confused, but the smile on his face hardly goes down as he watches you sit down in front of your painting again, from the bathroom door’s threshold.

And his heart aches for the pain you’re probably going to endure the next day.

When you enter the code to your front door, bag in hand, it’s almost lunch time. You didn’t let them know you’ll be returning today but you’re sure the way your suitcase falls at the dining room’s entrance is enough to alert them. Sukwon jumps a little, your mother lets out a scream and your father looks up from his phone slowly, gives you a look, and then looks back down.

“Oh, great, you’re back. Y/N, next time would you please let me know when you’re showing up so I can schedule your appointments accordingly— Kim Y/N!”

Your mother's scandalized scream is not what surprises you. What surprises you is the hug Sukwon gets up to give you, a tight squeeze that you smile into and then make a face at when he pulls away.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to just you. “Don’t let her tell you otherwise.”

Nodding, you finally face your mother whose jaw is almost hitting the floor by now. Your father, as usual, is unbothered and tapping his fingers against the glass of the table, impatiently waiting for his food.

“Why do you mutilate yourself like this? And without notifying your team, nonetheless! We’ll have to… Get you some hair extensions for the shoot that you have—”

“No.”

She pauses, her jaw ticking and her eyebrow raising in warning. A few months ago, the mere thought of upsetting her would’ve sent you into a panic attack. Now, you stand your ground and curve your lips with pride, lift your chin up with courage and hold the handle of your suitcase a little tighter because you need it, because your hands tremble a little.

“Excuse me?”

“I said no,” you repeat yourself and your tone gains you your father's attention. “I’m sure the public can survive a haircut, mom. Can you?”

“Kim Y/N do not talk to me like that!”

She steps your way and your brother steps a side, giving you a wide eyed look that can only mean a here she goes again and you purse your lips to stop yourself from nervously laughing at it.

“You cut your hair, you leave for three months and come back all… All chubby,” oh, my god, “and you dare to speak to me that way?!”

The mention of your weight does send a little panic cruising through you. It has your father huffing from his seat and your brother snapping his head rapidly in your mother’s direction, a frown creasing his eyebrows and you can tell he’s about to say something but you stop him with a shake of your head.

And then you laugh.

You taste something bitter in your mouth and you can see the exact moment she notices her words are not affecting you the way they usually do.

“I think it’s time I move out,” you start, with a tiny, sardonic smile on your lips, “and I also think it is also time you think about the way you speak to me, mother. And I think you,” you turn to your father, “need to think about all the times you allowed her to talk to me that way.”

Your dad looks up, raises his eyebrows, hums and then looks back down again.

“Sure thing.” He says.

“What is happening right now?” your mother asks, a nervous chuckle coming out of her and after that she moves her hand, dismissing your point and turning to go to her seat again. “You’re talking nonsense. Go upstairs and wash. You’re obviously not having dinner, I hope.”

She’s always doing it on purpose, bringing you down like that on purpose, but right now? Right now she craves vengeance. You notice it in the way she looks for your reaction when she looks up.

“I am having dinner. Not here, not with you, not anymore.”

Your mother sighs, rubs her forehead with her thumb and her index “Kim Y/N, I beg, stop terrorizing me and—”

“She’s moving in with me.”

You turn to Sukwon, he gives you a look to signal you to follow his lead.

“She’s a little bit too grown up and independent to live under your roof still, mom. Dad?” He asks and your father looks up. “Don’t you agree?”

“Well,” your father cleans his throat, his back hitting the back of his chair as he thinks it over, “she is capable of being on her own. Besides, her room can make a wonderful office for you, dear.”

“Her room is staying hers because she’s not going anywhere!” Your mom stands up again, voice dark and tone painted over with something you’ve never even heard before. Not coming from her, at least: Fear. “Why do you suddenly want to move out? Is there…” She closes her mouth and then gulps, breathing out a laugh the next second. “Are you running away with someone, Y/N? Is that it? Did you fall in love on your little trip? You’re promised to someone!”

“Promised? I am not promised because we’re in the twenty-first century, mom!”

“To Yunho, Y/N! Don’t be stupid and tell your little fling to get lost!”

“Mom…” Sukwon warns but she laughs again, indignant.

“What? She knows this already. How would the Jeong’s feel if—”

“I don’t care what they feel!”

Your voice resonates in the room, it shuts everyone up, it makes your mom take a step back and your father blocks his phone, finally interested in what’s going on.

“I am with Yunho.”

Your mother smiles a second too late at what you said and opens her mouth, but you interrupt whatever nonsense she’s about to spew out.

“I am with him but not because you or his mother planned it. I’m not trying to fullfill your little fucked up fantasy—”

“Y/N!” She gasps at the cursing but you continue nonetheless.

“I am with him because I love him. I love him and he loves me and we are together because, against all odds, we ended up bonding and finding comfort and solace in each other. We made the choice, we did,” you insist on it, to let her know that it doesn’t matter if you two being together is exactly what she wanted, the final say is on you and Yunho alone. “I have something you two could never have and that’s companionship and true understanding that’s not rutted in power or in money. He… He made me realize we’re so much more than this.” You move your hands in the space between you and the rest of the room and your father hums a bitter sound in return.

“This,” your father gets up from his seat, hands going in the pockets of his dress pants and eyebrows raised with a sardonic edge to them that pisses you off, “is your family.”

“I know and that makes it worse,” you nod and the slow anger showing in his expressions grows just a tad bit more, so you go on before anyone else can interrupt you again. “Here’s what’s going to happen from now on, dad; If you want me to, I’ll keep working at the company, but Sukwon's responsibilities are solely his from now on,” you turn to your brother and he gives a fake pout but then he nods. “My job is simple, my job should allow me to focus on what I really want and, once I get what I really want, I'll make sure to find someone who can fit my spot so seemingly you won't even notice I'm gone.”

“I thought that what you wanted was to work for this company, Y/N.” Your father says.

“I thought so too,” you murmur back to him before shrugging, “but now I’m not so sure.”

A bit of pregnant silence passes. The air feels thick now that you told them your terms, your plan or what you allowed them to hear of it anyways. Like you told your boyfriend, there’s no need for them to know that you want to take classes or teach.

You’ll just do it. No need for their approval.

But your mother still grasps at the control she had on you three months ago. She holds on to it, desperately and, if you were someone else and the situation was any different, you would probably admire the strength it takes to stay this egotistical and delusional until the end.

She doesn’t seem to understand that her only daughter is running away from her. You’re not sure she cares, either and it hurts because, deep down, you expected to walk off with redemption on her side.

Sometimes, there’s no redemption at all from the people who hurt you.

And that’s also okay.

“Are you done?” She asks, looking around. “Are you all done with this nonsense?”

Taking in a breath, you try to tell her that what you said it’s what’s going to happen but she is not having it.

“No,” her finger is up and you raise your eyebrow at it, which gains you a raise on hers in return. “No. You’re not looking for a replacement and no you’re not moving out. That’s insane, Kim Y/N, that’s—”

“What’s my favorite color?” You interrupt to ask her and she stops, opening and closing her mouth while searching for an answer. “What’s my favorite sweet?”

“You don’t have one.”

“I do, I actually have two. What’s my favorite book? Movie? Song?” You turn to your dad this time. “What’s my favorite marketing strategy? Do you even know that one?”

Silence.

“You don’t know me enough to want to keep me here. I understand why you might think you do, but you don’t. Because, guess what? I’m an adult.”

Your mother opens her mouth and closes it again when you shake your head.

And although you’re not speaking to her anymore, you keep looking at your mother straight in the eye and you’re able to catch the exact moment she realizes she lost.

She lost.

“I’m an adult with a paying job and savings you didn’t need to know anything about. So you either take it or leave it. Dad?”

“You want me to decide now?”

You let out a bitter laugh “You can do whatever you want. Just know that I’m not settling for anything else but what I told you. I can either train someone or you can fire me and I can look for a new job,” you explain, “but either way I’m out of here.”

Your mother sighs and then mutters under her breath, but you catch it “What is everyone going to say?”

“I don’t care,” you tell her again and at the response she looks up, startled, like she didn’t expect you to keep going. “Now, I hope you have a lovely lunchr.”

You’re positively shaking when you step into the hallway and through the front door again, with your suitcase in your hand still and no actual plan on where you want to go. Maybe back to the hotel?

Mind reeling, it finally registers the fact that your mother turned to your father and pleaded him to do something for the sake of the family's image just before you stepped foot outside of the house. It was a screech of don't let her go, do something! laced with clear selfish concern.

You feel panic rising, closing your throat up and you feel lost, lost in what you just did, lost in what it actually means for you.

“Hey, hey.” Sukwon catches up to you quickly, his keys in his hands, his breath jagged like he escaped your mother’s claws because that’s probably what happened. “Sell out! You needed to signal me when you wanted to leave, dumbass!”

His eyes linger on your trembling hands when he takes the suitcase from you and you do your best to steady them.

“You didn’t have anything to eat.”

“I know. Where are you going?”

“To… I don’t really know. Yunho’s dorm?”

Sukwon laughs.

“You have a house, you know.”

“I think I’m very much homeless right now. I’m getting trapped and probably thrown in a cell if I go back inside.” You swallow tightly as the realization washes over you. “She’s so mad.”

“My house,” he clarifies, rolling his eyes. “I told them you’re moving in with me, didn’t I?”

“Sukwon…”

“I meant it,” there’s something soft in his eyes before he turns to open the main gate so you can both walk up to his car. “You can stay with me. Like you said, you’re grown and I won't have to look after you anymore.”

“Pfft,” that brings out a genuine laugh out of you, “anymore.”

“I remember running behind you in the garden because you couldn't keep still the second you learned how to walk!”

You look at him with a pout as he opens the trunk, throwing your bag in it without any care in the world.

Like an older brother would.

If your eyes turn watery, you make sure to swallow back the emotion before he can figure out why.

“Can I have my own room?”

“You have a room there already,” he admits, shrugging. “I mean, I thought about you when buying the apartment. Guhno usually stays there but I’m sure he can take the couch when he comes over and— Aw, Y/N!”

By the time he closes the trunk, you’re already crying. A little, enough for him to notice it.

“I don’t want to hear it. Open the door.”

“I’m so telling Yunho you cried!”

“Leave him out of it!” You push his shoulder, quickly getting into the car when he unblocks the doors and he does the same. “He’s staying over whenever he wants, by the way.”

Sukwon laughs, his eyes wide when he turns to you “Not a chance in hell, Kim Y/N.”

“Okay, then your boyfriend is not staying over either!”

“I don’t have a boyfriend!”

You muse, trying not to laugh “I’m telling Gunho oppa you’re denying your love to my face.”

Your brother lets out a sigh and then you squeak when he pulls your hair, playfully, before looking at you with the most sincere stare Kim Sukwon has probably given anyone ever.

“I’m really proud of you, kid.”

Pouting again, you look away and through the window as he pulls out of the curb and into the streets, the house you grew up in quickly fading into the background and your heart thumping hard against your ribs.

“Are you crying again?”

“Ugh,” you turn to him, tears running down your cheeks and a smile pulling at your lips, “you’re so annoying.”

Your clothes are now in your room at Sukwon’s (and yours) apartment, in the walk-in closet. Your brother's taste is nothing short of luxurious and obnoxious and the room is decorated in a way you would never think of decorating it but he swears he has someone who can fix it for me if he wants to.

He forgets that you already know Seonghwa but it's okay, because when you show up at Gyuri’s old apartment, you make sure to find him to tell him just that.

“I've literally told him that we both know Yunho and each other. Wasn't he the one who gave you my number?” Seonghwa asks, mouth hanging open a bit in surprise.

“He did, yes.”

Seonghwa huffs in amusement and you shrug a little “Well, do you want me to work in your room?” He asks after a few seconds and you smile, considering.

“I think I’m going to do it myself, Hwa.”

At the nickname, his smile widens and he nods. You think he’s about to say something else, however your attention drifts from your newfound friend and your eyes search for Yunho in the middle of the room, on the floor, as he takes a piece of furniture apart.

He’s wearing a dark grey crewneck that makes him look so deliciously good you can’t barely help your staring. There’s not one ounce of shame on your body and you’re sure it shows on your face because Seonghwa laughs besides you.

“So I didn’t paint over the tree,” he says and you frown, turning to him, “but I take you reconsidered my point anyway?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“It’s not going to happen,” the mockery in his tone while he tries to make an impression of you doesn’t offend you because you can see the intention behind it and it makes you laugh, roll your eyes and close your arms over your chest, like a child who just got caught. “It’s not going to happen, my ass. Look at you!”

“So I was wrong, who cares?”

“I do, I love being right.”

“He does,” Wooyoung comes into view from the kitchen, a drop of sweet doing his temple and into his cheek that Seonghwa wipes away like it’s nothing. “But I can say I called it first, remember? I’m never wrong.”

“You most certainly are,” Hwa says and you laugh at the expression Wooyoung makes to his friend, offended. Seonghwa turns to you. “He’s wrong most of the time.”

“Okay, that’s it, you’re helping me with the weird spice rack she insists on taking.” Wooyoung takes his elder arm and pulls, making you laugh and Seonghwa gasps.

“You’ve been working on that all afternoon!”

“She installed it herself so it’s all wonky, Hwa.”

Gyuri screams from behind a pile of clothes. You can't even see her even though you know she's standing up. “It is not wonky, Jung Wooyoung!”

Pursing your lips so you don't laugh at her predicament, you watch as Wooyoung silently communicates to Seonghwa that the space rack is, in fact, wonky and then you jump a little when arms close around you from behind.

“Stop complaining, Woo, you're going to have the pleasure to install it however you want later.” Yunho's voice is close to your ear and you hug the arms that hold you, melting into the embrace.

Gyuri laughs sharply when she registers what he said and Wooyoung makes a face at your boyfriend “I hate it here.”

“Sure you do, Wooyoung.” You nod at him, joking even though you don’t know him that well, and Seonghwa joins the tiny laugh you let out at the face Wooyoung gives you.

“I truly did not need a new addition to the group if I was going to get bullied by them as well.”

You fake offense, laughing a second later and Yunho swats a hand on his friend’s shoulder as he passes by you both and into the kitchen again. Seonghwa rolls his eyes before following Wooyoung into the kitchen as well.

Yunho breathes out, his lips finding your cheek “How are you feeling?”

Turning to him, you smile a little. You know he’s asking about what went a little earlier today.

“I’m good, baby,” you whisper back, leaning in a little and kissing him tenderly on the lips. He reciprocates but when you pull away you can see the concern in his eyes. “I promise. I already knew how she was going to react.”

“Me too but that doesn’t make it any less fucked up, Princess.”

“I know,” letting out a sigh, you turn to the living room again and the corners of your lips lift at the mess. “But I’m out of the house and I’m alright now.”

“My mom texted me to congratulate us.”

“Oh?” You don’t turn to him again but your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Did you answer?”

“No,” he breathes out a laugh, “but I should.”

“We can’t run from them forever, Yun,” you feel him nod against you and, finally, you turn around completely to face him. His hands find your waist, his lips curve as he watches you over and you do the same. “Also, you’re banned from my house.”

His smile drops.

“Huh?”

“Sukwon doesn’t want you sleeping over.”

“What did I do?”

You hear someone laughing behind you and Gyuri comes into view a second later “You’re the official boyfriend now, Yunho, you lost your sleeping over privileges.”

“I never had them to begin with!”

“Well—” The sound of glass breaking stops her in her tracks and she goes a little pale at what it means. “Call the police, I’m committing a murder and then turning myself in.”

And then she disappears into the kitchen as well. Faintly, you can hear Seonghwa laughing. You hold onto Yunho, fingers threading softly into the strands of hair on his neck.

“They’re not helping us when we move in together.”

Yunho laughs.

“When we move in together we’re going to hire professionals.”

“Exactly.”

“And Seonghwa can do the interior design of the main part of the house but we can handle our room and studios by ourselves.”

“Mhm.”

There’s that slight glint of concern that crosses his expression again when you take in a deep breath, but you shake your head so he can let go of it.

“We’ll be okay, Yun. We are okay.”

You watch him swallow tightly but then he nods. There’s a lot you both should be concerned about right now but, as you hear Wooyoung scream from the kitchen and a loud smack against the wall nearest to you, you both silently decide to be in the moment.

It doesn’t really matter what hardships you go through, as long as you’re together.

“Against all odds,” you insist, “we’ll be alright.”

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SCENE 2 :: HOW MUCH TRAGEDY ↳ you were never not mine — carlos sainz ༉‧₊˚✧

★ : pairing :: carlos sainz x reader ★ : genre :: angst; fluff separated by a hidden emotional turmoil, carlos and y/n navigate the complexities of co-parenting their twins amidst the high-stakes f1 world. amidst paddock visits and personal healing, will they go further apart or find their way back to each other? ★ : a/n :: text posts are going to return from tom till then you can enjoy this<3 taglist form is in the series masterlist btw!! HATS OFF TO EVERY SINGLE SMAU WRITER BECAUSE THIS IS SO HARD LMAO

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f1 10 mins ago

f1 LET'S GET THE EUROPEAN LEG OF THE SEASON STARTED! 🇮🇹

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yn.user 20 mins ago

yn.user behind every successful man is his loving fam❤️ congratulations papa sainz

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carlossainz 20 mins ago

carlossainz victory feels even sweeter with my kids by my side!🏆❤️

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yn.user 20 mins ago

yn.user as my boys said: finally a worthy opponent✨

username this is why some people shouldn't have kids. username she's a mess. no wonder they broke up ⤷ username using her kids for attention. disgusting! carlossainz so you're also bad at scrabble? ⤷ username oh shit carlos didn't come to play ⤷ username you tell her carlos!! username no stability for those poor kids with her around. ⤷ username kids must be so confused with a new man every week username pathetic attempt to make carlos jealous. GROW UP, Y/N!!!

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cozage · 2 years ago

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2k followers lets goooo!!! (Proud follower hereee!!!) And ive been wanting to request smth from you for a while now and i think this is the perfect opportunity !! Can u create some hesdcanons for sabo, law, luffy, zoro, and sanji (maybe shanks too?) where the reader wants to leave the crew/organization their in coz of smth from their past, making them have to? They could've already left, about to leave quietly, betrayed them unwillingly etc!!! Do your thing !

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Angst to comfort plsss my heart cannot take anymore heartbreaks huhuhu

A/N: just did the captains for now :)

Characters: gn reader x Sabo, Law, Luffy, Shanks Total word count: 1.2k

Blackmail

Sabo

You were gone when Sabo woke up. No note, nothing. But you had knocked out some security guards in your escape off the island. So Sabo set off, trying to figure out where you had gone. He would go to the ends of the earth to find you again if he had to.

Some people called it denial. Some called it insanity. Some called it pitiful. He didn’t care. He had been called all those things before.

But he knew you. He knew that you wouldn’t betray him. Not like that. He refused to believe everything you two shared wasn’t just an act.

He chased you for weeks, following your tracks and just barely missing you at several encounters.

He was so close, and he couldn’t help but feel like you were leaving him a trail. You knew how to disappear. The fact that he could find you meant you wanted to be found.

When he finally found you, curled up in a bed with shackles around your arms as you slept, he knew you were doing everything against your will. The two men who were guarding you were easy enough to take care of, and he woke you up gently.

“We’re going home,” he whispered, unlocking your cuffs.

When you realized it was him, you began sobbing, apologizing for all the trouble you had caused. But he refused to accept your apologize-you owed him nothing of the sort. You were safe now, that’s what mattered.

After you return home and he’s certain you’re safe, he sets off to find the mastermind behind the whole blackmailing situation. He’ll never let anyone ever hurt you again, and those people need to be taught a lesson.

Law

Your plan was to slip out quietly, in the dead of night. You had snuck sleeping pills into everyone’s drinks, and you were certain they would be out until morning.

So your heart dropped when the light flicked on as you were stealthing through Law’s office to take your leave.

“Y/N,” Law’s voice was steady and alert. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You refused to look at him. He’d be able to see through you in an instant.

“Is that why you attempted to drug me?” he asked, and you silently cursed yourself. Of course he would notice. “This isn’t like you.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you said through gritted teeth. “Stay out of it.”

“I know you enough to realize your hands are clenched and your entire body is tight, which means you’re doing something you don’t want to do. I also know you won’t look at me when you’re lying, so you’re obviously hiding something.”

“Just stay out of it, Law.” You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if he got hurt.

He suddenly shambled in front of you, and you couldn’t hide your tear-filled eyes anymore. He stared down at you, slightly disappointed in your lack of trust in him.

“We can figure this out together,” he reminded you. “You’re not alone. And we’re stronger together than we are apart.”

You let out a sob and collapsed into his chest, thankful for his endless love and acceptance, even when you tried to push him away.

Luffy

Luffy didn’t understand what you meant by “leaving the crew”. Especially since you wrote it on a note.

“We’re all in agreement, right?” he asked his crew. “Y/N needs our help. So we’re going to help.”

Everyone was in instant agreement. A goodbye note wasn’t like you. Even if you did want to leave, they all deserved more than a note.

Luffy made it his top priority to find you. They scoured the island, searching for hours. But nobody found you.

The next day, Luffy was the first one awake, and he was on the island before Sanji could even make breakfast. He was searching, determined to find you.

When he finally rounded a corner and made eye contact with you, your eyes widened. “Leave me alone!” you hissed, and then you took off running.

He easily chased after you and tackled you to the ground. “You’re not leaving!” he yelled, pinning your arms to the ground. “Not like that!”

“Luffy!” you hissed. You both needed to be quiet, or he would be seen. “Please go! Just leave.”

“Haven’t you learned?” he asked, his voice breaking. “We’re a family. We solve problems together. You don’t leave notes saying goodbye. Don’t we mean anything to you? Don’t I?”

His big, sad eyes finally made you break down, explaining everything to him and how you couldn’t sail with him due to a problem you had on the island.

Needless to say, Luffy fixed that problem immediately and had already forgotten about it all by the time the two of you got back to the ship.

Shanks

“That’s a lot of supplies for a quick run to port.” Shanks’s joking tone was present, but you could hear that his voice held something else.

“Things to sell,” you replied smoothly. If you could get off the boat and away from the crew, then at least they wouldn’t be hurt in the process.

Shanks hummed, clearly not believing you. “Strange of you to sell your most prized possessions, yet leave the emeralds and diamonds we picked up from that other ship.”

“Shanks-”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on.”

You thought about running, but a glimmer from the crow’s nest told you that Yasopp was watching closely. Time to switch to Plan B. “I’m leaving.”

You could feel Shank’s gaze on you, his heart breaking at your words.

“I don’t like it here anymore,” you said, trying to keep your wits about you. “It’s suffocating. I can’t stand it.” You turned to look at him, mustering all the hatred you could. “I can’t stand any of you.”

You could see Shanks wrestling with your words, trying to decipher truth from lie. You had an excellent poker face, but unfortunately, he knew that as well.

“Kiss me, then.” Shanks walked toward you, and you stiffened at the thought. “You may be able to lie with your words, but your lips don’t lie when they’re pressed against mine. So let’s see if you’re telling the truth.”

“I never want to kiss you aga-” His lips crashed into yours, cutting your words off.

You tried to pull away, but you couldn’t. Your body simply wouldn’t let you. After a few moments, he pulled away, and you let out a soft whine in protest.

Shanks grinned, the answer to his question plain as day. He was relieved to know you didn’t actually hate him, but now there was an actual problem to be solved.

But he didn’t blame you, he blamed whoever put you in this situation. And surely they would pay.

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bitebitekxll · 9 months ago

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SAGAU || When they’re in your party

Razor • Kaeya • Barbara • Xinyan

Notes: this isn’t about party comps, just the single character being in your party regardless of who else is. Starting with these 4 cause they’ve been my party since I started playing in 2020.

Also you can see this as them being your main or just constantly in your party, I think it works either way. Baby’s first tumblr post let’s goooo, maybe one day I’ll figure out a theme

Razor doesn’t really get the whole Divine Creator thing. He knows you’re important, of course he does. You’re his lupical, but with more authority than even Andrius. You take care of him, and everyone in Wolvendom and the city, and everyone everywhere as well. But, when it comes to some of the specifics… Razor gets a little confused.

He knows you’re called Grace— Teacher always corrects him, but he doesn’t know why adding ‘your’ in front is so important —and that there are festivals and traditions connected with you like there are for Barbatos. But Razor can never remember any of the prayers or songs. Bennett and Fischl took him to the Church once, but the Sister speaking used a lot of words he didn’t know the meaning of, and spoke in long sentences he struggled to focus on.

Andrius says the human customs don’t matter, because Razor has been chosen. Not only as a vessel, as someone marked by the Creator and strengthened with Their power, but also as one of your favoured vessels. Teacher explained how most people, vessels included, couldn’t feel you as strongly as he did, weren’t offered the same kind of strength he had been given since gaining your attention.

Razor knows some people don’t like how you take such good care of him. He’s different from the other people in Mondstadt, unsure of how to even be a person and constantly disturbing others with his cluelessness about human customs. Sometimes he feels guilty, that he doesn’t know how to properly thank you for all you’ve done, doesn’t even fully comprehend what you are and how he should think of you.

But then he feels his claws of steel and lightning grow stronger, feels his injuries miraculously healing after a bad fight, and he thinks that maybe he doesn’t need to know.

Maybe Razor will never get the whole Divine Creator thing, but he loves you, and he can feel how you love him. And Razor is happy.

Kaeya feels like he’s constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. You’re a god, the god; there’s no way you don’t know what he is. And yet, he was one of the first to become your vessel.

He had expected you to strike him down right then, the moment he felt your presence. But instead, nothing happened. He had stood there outside the Temple of the Wolf, watching the Traveler and Paimon wander away while he was paralysed with fear. The cavalier smile that had protected him for so many years faltered as he struggled to breathe, terror crushing his lungs. Kaeya had thought that was your doing— that you had decided his punishment for existing would be a slow suffocation. But when he finally managed to inhale, he realised that was not the case.

He thought maybe you actually didn’t know, and soon you would lose interest with him and turn your Gaze elsewhere. Except… he continues to get stronger, continues to feel your presence increasing in his life: what once started as a flickering flame now a blazing inferno.

Every time the swing of his blade seems to hit harder than it did the previous day, every time he notices he’s tiring slower than he ever has before, he feels dread creeping up his shoulders. If you don’t know about his heritage, then the more attention you give him, the sooner you will eventually find out.

And if you do… Kaeya doesn’t know what that would mean for him.

He is not made for worship, for reverence, he doesn’t know how. Even if he grew up with his surrogate father teaching him— the Ragnvindr household being a devoted one to both you and Barbatos —prayer always burned his tongue, bitter and acidic. He could never tell if it was because he didn’t wish to be a devotee or because he knew he didn’t deserve to be one, impostor that he was.

So Kaeya waits for the day you finally show your wrath, waits for the day this game comes to an end and you cast him down like all the sinners before him. And, deep inside where he will never bring himself to admit it, he waits for the day where he can finally believe that he, too, is worthy of your care.

Barbara has never had a greater honour than being one of your favoured. When you began claiming vessels, granting people your presence and lending them your power, she did not expect to be included among them. Amber, Kaeya, Noelle: they were all amazing at protecting the people of Mondstadt, doing so much for the community. Even Lisa, who never hid how she enjoyed slacking off, was a force to be reckoned with when she finally decided she needed to take action (usually when it concerned her books).

Barbara, however, wasn’t a fighter. She was a good healer, and tried her best to make others happy as an idol, but did that really warrant Your attention?

Apparently, it did. And the love she felt for you was enough to make her dizzy, equal parts grateful for the gift of your power and terrified she would disappoint you.

But deep inside, beneath the nerves and melancholy that plagued her heart each day, beneath the desperate need she felt to make others happy and help them, she couldn’t help but feel a quiet, selfish glee. She finally had an area she surpassed her sister in, a sign that she was good enough. Not only was she beloved by the city, but she was beloved by You, the highest ranking divinity in existence.

When she felt exhausted from her duties or her depression threatened to creep in outside of the thirty seconds she allocated for it daily, the ties she held to you, the attention you gave her above anyone else, comforted her more than anything.

So even if it’s hard for her to keep a smile on her face every day, she keeps going anyway. Because you believe in her, and she won’t let you down.

Xinyan is not the kind of person who gains the favour of the gods. The way she dresses, the way she talks, her knife eyes and frightening smile; she’s the furthest thing from ‘holy’, the furthest thing from the upstanding folk who are assumed to be the Creator’s favourite. The Divine Creator likes elegance, refinement, not loud and excitable, brash things like her.

At least, that’s what everyone else said. From a young age, Xinyan had resolved not to worry too much about it. She appreciated you and Rex Lapis, respected how Liyue was protected by the gods and the adepti, but she never revered any of them as much as some others did.

But somehow, she became a vessel anyways. And sure, some people garnered your attention only to be left alone after; Xinyan expected to be another one of those cases. Until she kept getting stronger, her shields going from a light shimmer to a solid protective bubble, the flames her vision summoned growing every week. It’s great for her shows— both the pyrotechnics and the turnout after word got around about someone like her being a favoured vessel. But, for Xinyan herself, it’s confusing.

No one knows why she has been chosen, especially not her.

At one point she thinks maybe she should focus more on her gentler hobbies: cooking, sewing, things that match the respectability that is expected from a vessel. Except she doesn’t feel Your presence when she’s at home working on her embroidery; she feels it when she’s performing, or fighting, or just running around Liyue (accidentally) causing trouble.

So sure, she might not be the typical candidate for a vessel, and she might have no idea why you picked her, but damn what anyone else has to say about it.

With the warmth inside her chest and the strength in her vision, she knows you’re happy with your choice.

#genshin sagau #sagau x reader #salemwritesathing #⟡. SAGAU

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bl3pwastaken · 10 months ago

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Trafalgar D Water Law X reader End

It's the home stretch baabbyy let's fuckin goooo. Couldn't sleep last night again so I figured I'd go ahead and finish this chapter and get it posted. Prepare for angsty fluff

TW and CW: Hanahaki disease, Angst, Hurt/comfort, mentions of blood, Eustass Kidd typical language, miscommunication, Kidd maliciously complying at Law's expense to the chagrin and humor of everyone but him

Part 1, Part 2

A Dive Through Crystal Waters

Humid and hellishly fucking muggy. Those words were the perfect descriptors for how the air made everyone’s clothing stick uncomfortably to their skin. The harnesses donned by now both the Kidd and Heart pirates doing very little to help alleviate the growing swelter of heat. Kidd made a point he’d only agree to follow through unless Law and his crew also wore the very same leather and metal as his crew if and he quotes,” You shits wanna stay safe” were the words Eustass said if Law’s memory served him correctly. He remembers how the most devious of shit eating grins painted it’s way on the bastard’s face as he said it, his arms obnoxiously crossed in cocky confidence and malicious mischief. It seemed like Trafalgar wasn’t the only one with plans, and he was right in his assumption. Upon putting the blasted thing on aboard the top deck of the Polar Tang, Kidd had the great idea to make use of his devil fruit, a weird buzzing sensation coming from the large metal ring on Law’s chest suddenly yanking him forward, face slamming smack into the wooden boards of the top deck floor.

It took Shachi, Penguin Bepo and his beautiful sweet girlfriend piling on top of him to not try and kill Kidd on the spot, who victoriously cackled with satisfaction at his “totally harmless joke” and “Oh lighten the fuck up lover boy”. The asshole leaned over the railing of The Victoria Punk, fist hitting the side railing in his fit of devilish giggling.

As far as (Y/n) knew, the two band of misfit pirates were heading to some island and they needed her skills and knowledge as a botanist to steer everyone clear of any greenery related danger, while they were to make their way to the heart of the island to procure something found near the mythrill deposits that Kidd seemed to be concerningly jazzed about. Which honestly was fine and dandy by her, but what really made her wonder was why Law would willingly get dragged into this, and what he wanted out of this little exploration of a highly perilous island, with how paranoid he could be about the health and well being of his crew. She knew him at least well enough to know by nowadays standards for a fact that part of Law hadn’t changed and was very much alive and well, especially to put up with this for no reason and helping Kidd for funsies.

The island coming into view really sank in just how far in deep shit it would probably be to even set foot on it let alone just sail and anchor down off shore. Clouds violently swirled in the sky in randomly scattered areas, spots either covered in dark treacherous stormy ridden clouds, other speckled spots only sporting quaint fluffy cotton like clouds with light gracefully shining down to the thickets of woods and forest below. There were strangely scattered cliffs and mountain ranges, a strange dip further inland that was just out of sight, hidden behind trees from view.

The first few sandy steps on the shore bank, a bone chilling shrill echoed about, the sound seeming like it came from something very big, and very angry is what greeted them. Sounds of something akin to breaking shattering glass and crystal sang in resonance in the distance. A mix of determined and intimidated faces mixed around the crow of pirates, Law, Kidd and a select few the only ones seemingly unaffected.

“Listen up! Trafalgar over here has the coords of why we’re all here in this hellhole. You follow my damn orders if you want to live. The animals here are apparently a bit hungry, so give ‘em hell if any of them decide they’re itchin’ for a fight, and follow what the botanist has to say. According to dipshit here there are plenty of daisies and pansies ready to eat you up just as quick. To keep it short and sweet don’t be dumbasses and let’s kick some ass, level whatever gets in our way to the ground!” Eustass Captain Kidd’s booming voice rang over the crowd, and was met with a just as loud,”Yes boss!” from the Kid Pirates and that’s all it took for the rowdy bunch to be on the ready for the trek ahead. Everyone of the Heart Pirates aside from (Y/n) having already been clued in on the details of what to expect, the only instructions she was given were to point out plant related harm, and if needed use what flora was around to hopefully counteract any unsavory effects they had.

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Night had swallowed them whole, everyone drenched in a gross mix of the random rainfall and sweat. It had been eerily quiet for the past few hours only having run into a handful of mishaps. The first being a rather small and adorable white bunny, that upon trying to devour Wire’s leg, its little beady red eyes hateful and starved, that mayhaps it wasn’t so very adorable afterall. The second, being a small pack of strange looking quadrupedal animals looking somewhere in between feline and canine with scaled legs and dribble that burned and sizzled on contact with the dirt below, now in an unconscious half dead pile some miles back. The next being a small slew of large plants either latching onto or snapping at and attempting to swallow Penguin and Shachi. The last attempt being made at Kidd when he defied the small woman’s warning to watch his step around a particularly feisty giant species of Venus Flytraps. The botanist, already feeling particularly worn out from her mysterious and in her opinion ironic illness, flowers killing a botanist from the inside out and all, was even more mentally drained with her new task of keeping the Kidd pirates(and Penguin and Shachi unfortunately) alive and listening to her directions and advice.

Ferns crunched under foot, the occasional snap a twig joining in on the symphony of the crisp crinkling, were all that were heard in the dense wood. Something definitely wasn’t right. The annoying yell of bugs, the squawking of birds, and even the assault of plants had all come to a stop. The only sign of movement and sentient life being everyone present. Then there it was. A loud popping noise. First one then, many, many more all at once.

“Those are trees falling. That’s too many to be a coincidence.” Her nervous frantic eyes searched the crowd, looking for her boyfriend and Captain. Finding him looking in the direction of the sounds, somewhere off to the northwest, he grabbed hold of Kikoku, and now a new buzzing sensation coming from the metal ring of her harness, she felt frozen in place. It was mere seconds after she felt it. It being not far off from a musky scented strong gale of wind from the trees behind, the popping sounds of creaking trees knocked over rumbled the ground she stood on. Turning around felt like a mistake, really wishing she hadn’t, she was met face to face with the crouched face of what looked like a fur covered wyvern, blizzard like chilly clouds of its breathe huffed out of the slits on it’s snout, white fur standing on end, proudly stating it’s threatening presence.

A rumbling chitter shook through the beast, and right down (Y/n)’s spine. With a turn as quick as she could muster, she made a mad dash for the one place she would hope to be her safety by Law’s side, screaming his name desperately. Only to be shattered as he himself dashed right past her, the buzzing of the O-ringed harness throwing her body into the rough hold of Eustass. In the middle of the battle cries, and screeching growls from the monstrous animal, she felt the all too familiar pain in her chest again. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Law was supposed to have her, not Kidd. He wasn’t supposed to rush past her, that was supposed to be literally anyone else but him. The pain scorched her chest, her organs on their way to snapping apart like twigs, to break apart and make way for the blossoming garden of feeling useless, unloved, ignored, and lonely. Coughing shook her body in the firm tight hold of the rival captain, blood pouring from her plush lips and nose like plague filled water, full blooms of Jasmines delicately pouring just as steady onto her and onto the chest of Kidd. For once, Eustass Kidd stood in horror as the small frail woman in his arms spittled blood and flowers of all things onto them both. Struggling with deciding whether to gape at you, or gape at Law, dropping her onto someone else to kill this shithead of a monster, creature whatever the fuck to get Law over here and solve this, or literally anything at all.

“Trafalgar, this is serious!” tattooed hands gripped Kikoku with skilled ease and strength, the blade holding firm in it’s place against a clawed icy foot. “I’m a little busy right now, can’t your shit wait!?” Too busy to turn around to see what he was causing a commotion about.

“Wait if you want, but (Y/n)’s kinda fuckin’ dying in my arms right now!” It all was so loud. The ground was shaking so much, and to the botanist it was almost like the vibrations were lulling her to sleep. She felt a rough shove into something warm, providing her further a sick comfort, the blood, water and sweat of her shirt having done nothing but freeze her down to her very soul. Her body was shivering from blood loss. The yells, and screams ebbed and faded. One stuck out though. One familiar voice whispering about her head, the only thing keeping her present. One that made the pain worse, more agonizing. Familiar arms cradling her weak dying body closer.

“Fuck don’t die on me now. Not when I’m so close- when we’re so close. I refuse to have the woman I love more than anything else in this fucked world die.” Jasmines spewed from her lips, something wet and warm pebbled on her face, eyes too weak to open and look at the source, barely able to register a whimpering voice. “I love you so much, please don’t leave me here.” This was Law’s voice. A scream barreled from (Y/n) as her body expelled whatever it could of the flowers from her quaking form, roots and vines tearing from organ tissue. Horrific was what this was for Law to see. Less and less blood, but more and more roots, leaves, flowers and vines were spewing from the love of his life’s mouth. He recognized this instantly as Hanahaki.

He realized many things in that moment, time feeling like it had slowed. Gone was the wrathful aggressive blaring of Kidd and they’re crews' battle cries. Gone was the shrill of the beast. Gone was everything in the world, but the both of them. Caught up in his workaholic nature, he had neglected his relationship, he neglected his best friend, he neglected her. He was the one that brought this on them, on her, and all because he said nothing to her. His decision to keep her in the dark, and then spending less and less time with her, listening to her less in favor of searching for clues left her love feeling unrequited. He realized there as the beast fell and shook the ground, surrounded by the sound of victory cheers that it took more than the label of a relationship and just feeling love wasn’t enough. He had shown everyone, but her his love for her, and gave her few words as supplementation for his lack of action if any at all.

“I love you so fucking much, please don’t go. I’m so sorry.”

Then gentle and warm dark encapsulated her mind.

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She could feel the bob and sway of her body move. She was warm, so very warm and it felt like home. Her arms and legs hugging into it, her face nuzzling into the back of something equally warm, something tickling her nose. Going to rub at the top of her head to ease the pounding headache ravaging her skull, instead of her fingers touching her hair, they ran across soft fluffy fabric and down onto the brim of the hat on her head. Prying loopy eyelids open, she saw black curls, and a rather familiar hood. The voices of the Kidd Pirates close but distant echoed in across rocky walls and ceiling, stalactites and stalagmites bouncing the sound around and further into what she now saw was a cave. Beautiful almost crystalline metal ore glowed in the sea of mythrill. Law gently jostled his hold on her thighs to ensure her place on his back. Carrying the Polar Tang’s botanist with as much care as he could, nerves shot as he made steady calculated steps forward. That’s when they both saw it. The silly little flower that started this whole mess. Law honestly disturbed at the sight of another flower, and (Y/n) in her giddiness could put the excitement of a child in a candy shop to shame.

She tried her best to make a move to get down from where she was perched on the back of her lover, wanting to rush over and examine the Holy-Light Peony, it’s petals giving off the faintest of blue and golden hued glow. Law on the other hand only was having none of that, tightened his grip, even going as far as further leaning forward using the weakened state of her body to keep in her place.

“You lost a lot of blood out there Sicky. There’s no way in hell I can let you walk on your own until you recover.” His voice was horse and rough like gravel, showcasing against his will how much he strained it.

“But-”

“Doctor’s and Captain’s orders.” Well that was that she supposed. A small pout on finding it’s way on her features, until it faded to something more sad and gentle.

“Hey dummy.”

“Hmm?”

“I forgive you.” The last few steps were quiet, a sense of strange calm overcoming the young couple as they were nearing the gentle glow of the lone peony. With a crouch to the ground and awkward maneuvering, Law managed to place (Y/n) down right front and center, pulling a small bag from his hoodie to place next to her filled with a few of her supplies. She made to look at him from her spot on the crystal like floor, eyes meeting and baring a question for him.

“How did you-” It was her own turn to cut herself short this time around. The realization hit her like a truck, or even as far as getting body slammed by a sea-king. This was what he was doing this whole time. This was why. The deflated grief filled smile being all the answer she really needed. She understood. “Thank you Law.” Dropping to his knees beside her as he did his best to help however he could, listening intently on whatever directions were thrown his way. For what felt like the first time in forever they were truly present with one another, and it felt patient, gentle, warm and kind.

“Of course love.” The moment was warm indeed.

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#trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar one piece #one piece angst #angst #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #hurt/comfort #heat one piece #one piece killer #shachi and penguin

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love-hatred-stuff · 2 years ago

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》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

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"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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To be continued...?

Love, love, love

~ love-hatred-stuff ♡

#eddie brock #eddie x reader #we are venom #marvel imagine #eddie brock x reader #daddy issues

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propertyofkylar · 2 years ago

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Normally I send Whitney asks (probably will send one later) but I need to give my baby Kylar some love. Poor thing needs a good home cooked meal, he needs fruits too bc he has scurvy from his awful diet.

every time you say kylar has scurvy it makes me CACKLE it's so fucking funny. because it's so true.

but you're right giving kylar a homecooked meal needs to be more than just the headcanons i wrote before it deserves a full fic so let's fucking GOOOO

m!kylar x gn!pc, no cws just wholesome, tooth-rotting fluff ^_^

"Sit down and be patient, Kylar."

Your boyfriend sulked, but sat down in the kitchen chair anyway. You paid no mind to the fact that he pulled the chair directly next to where you were standing.

"S-sorry," he mumbled. "It just smells so good!"

You rolled your eyes affectionately and placed a hand on his cheek. He immediately beamed and leaned into your touch.

Ever since you had started spending more time at Kylar's manor, the amount you worried about him had only increased. The boy was almost always alone, staring at his six computer screens and only ever seemed to be eating instant ramen or fried food he bought on the way home from school. It was a miracle he hadn't suffered some severe nutritional deficit yet - though while you were certainly no doctor, you were pretty sure he was anemic.

So you had promised him you would make him a homemade dinner, and he had reacted as you had anticipated: by crying and thanking you repeatedly.

Now, here you were, cooking in Kylar's kitchen. It was pretty fun, honestly. Not only did you get to spend more time with Kylar, you got to do something you rarely got to do in the orphanage. Here, there was no Bailey to yell at you.

You had opted to make Kylar a katsu curry. Something simple that you were sure he would like, and something you could pack with veggies to make sure he got plenty of vitamins. Of course, you were pretty sure Kylar would have eaten anything if you were the one making it. But you figured you couldn't go wrong by appealing to his love of Japanese things.

"Do you want a taste?" You asked, dipping a spoon into the pot. Kylar eagerly nodded and jumped up. You guided the spoon to his mouth and he happily took it, grinning widely at you.

"It's good!" He said. "I knew my love would be a fabulous cook!"

You smiled at his over-exaggeration. "Okay, go grab a plate. It's ready."

He did as he was told - grabbing an extra plate for you as well - and you served up the dinner.

The two of you took a seat at the table, but the way Kylar was practically bouncing in his chair made you stop before you could begin eating.

"What's going on?" You gestured over to him. His excitement was palpable.

"My love made me dinner! We're eating it together! It's like we're already married..." Kylar sighed dreamily, gazing down at the plate.

You shook your head, but you were smiling, too. "Come on. You gotta eat before it gets cold, or you won't get any dessert," you teased.

He nodded seriously and starting digging in, a little too enthusiastically. "It's so good!" He choked out between bites.

"Kylar!" He paused and looked up at you. "Slow down. I don't want you to choke."

Kylar nodded again, making sure to slow down. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "It really is that good..."

You took a bite of your own, pleasantly surprised at the taste. "Huh. I guess you're right."

"Thank you," Kylar said, staring at you lovingly. "My love is so good to me!"

"Then I'll keep cooking for you. God only knows what vitamin deficiencies you have. You probably have scurvy," you joked. But what Kylar had said before was ringing in your mind. Being married to Kylar...it might be pretty nice, actually. You had never been able to think about a real future, one where you weren't trapped under Bailey's thumb. Maybe one day you would be able to actually live here with Kylar and you could cook for him every night without worrying about where your next payment was going to come from.

Kylar noticed you zoning out. "What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously.

"How much I love you," you replied, and were pleased at how his face instantly flushed bright red. It made you laugh. "But really, I'm glad you like my food. I had a lot of fun making it and getting to spend time with you."

Kylar smiled, but seemed flustered still. "T-then...I'll be in charge of dessert..." his hand came to rest on your thigh and started to move up.

"Let's finish eating first," you said, and Kylar drew his hand back, looking disappointed.

"R-right..." he mumbled, going back to his plate.

You laughed again and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "I'm looking forward to it."

#dol #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar x reader #writing #the world needs more kylar fluff. ignore the fact that he is an absolute creep and LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

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i-willstealyourtoes · 30 days ago

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MATCHUPS YOU SAY? I DOTH THINK IT’S TIME FOR SOME!

Uhh, Meet The Experiment! (Class title pending), also known as Dakota Sagan. TF2 OC, of course! Their pronouns are they/them.

Quick story beats time! They’re an experiment engineered by Dr. Anthony Sagan and his team, all of which are later merged into Mann Co. by way of force. The doctor is not very happy that his experiment now has an opportunity to have a semi-regular life.

They were intended to be a war machine, but through Medic, they get to experience the real world, and learn stuff about themselves. Peeling back the shell reveals an excitable, slightly shy person, desperate for friends and new experiences, and a loyal companion willing to defend their loved ones with everything they have.

As such, they’ve been dabbling in plenty hobbies besides assisting Medic. They’ve taken up baking/cooking, painting, and dabble in anything creative. Consider them a floater when it comes to trying new things!

They do indeed latch to Medic like a father figure (screw Dr. Sagan he’s awful.)

HELL YEAH OC TIME LET'S GOOOO- Anyway, hope you like this !! :)

(TF2) Matchup for Dakota (OC)!

Soldier

Soldier initially might be hesitant of them, since he's kind of stand-offish to anyone who isn't obviously USA-related or violent

But as he gets to know Dakota, he grows to actually really like their excitable personality and willingness to try new things !!

He will absolutely take them 'under his wing' by just busting the doors down in Medic's office and snatching them by the arm.

"Come on, soldier, I have planned an trip that will KNOCK. YOUR. SOCKS OFF! Metaphorically! Or literally! I don't know."

Where exactly does he take them? Anywhere. Mostly places to commit crime, intentionally or not.

I hope Dakota's ready to commit some unnecessary violence, because that is what most of these adventures will include. But even if they hold back, Soldier's satisfied just seeing how happy they are to experience different things.

Soldier can get quite excitable and curious too, so he's glad someone can join in the fun !!

He's not really one for hobbies like baking or drawing, but he can be convinced !

Imagine this: Waking up in the base to plumes of black smoke and the scent of burnt... something, just before the sprinklers go off.

That's what happens whenever Soldier and Dakota cook. Not because Dakota's bad, rather Soldier cannot stick to the recipe and something's always on fire by the end of it.

But he actually kind of enjoys it :)

As for morphing into romance, Soldier will - for once - actively follow the recipe to confess.

What this leads to is Soldier at Dakota's door, with a singular cupcake and a random wildflower scrunched up in his fist.

"...This was the only one that didn't get set on fire. Be mine?"

...it's undercooked, and smells of cleaner fluid.

But it's the thought that counts, right?

Regardless, if they say yes, Soldier will throw both items out of his hands and swing Dakota around with a triumphant chuckle.

After that, he will absolutely be loyal to Dakota, and there's nothing that makes him prouder than them being fiercely loyal back.

He actually finds it really hot when they defend him, especially with violence

"Great job, honey, now punch out all his blood!"

Pyro (I use he/they/it with them)

Pyro immediately takes to Dakota. No warming up needed.

Okay, they might just pop up behind them and stare for hours at first. If that could be considered 'warming up'.

But after a few days of that, it will just grab their hand and drag them somewhere, giggling through his mask.

Where does he take them? Probably it's room at first.

It's covered in scorch marks and crayon, and kind of smells like gasoline. There are also a few plushies, but they've been singed too.

They want friends too, since most of the mercs (bar Engie), don't seem to like them very much...

It might be a good match, since they both like drawing !!

Every time Dakota finishes a piece, Pyro will snatch it out their hands and immediately start happy skipping across the room, before putting it on his wall somewhere.

It really loves sweet things, so whenever Dakota even so much as opens the oven, it will just... appear.

Patiently waiting for the baked goods to be finished.

As soon as they're done, Pyro will giggle happily, snatch the baked good and skip back to their room to eat it (he doesn't like showing his face in public)

Dakota doesn't need to worry about being too shy or anything, whatever it is, Pyro will do it for them :)

Although he might make it worse since any social interaction tends to end in fire and screaming (just how it likes it !)

If you're close with Pyro, you're close with Engie.

So Dakota can expect to spend nights outside by a fire, sharing hot chocolates and marshmallows !!

Pyro just pours the stuff down their mask. It will not take off their mask.

He's never really had a romantic partner before, so he doesn't know how to ask them out. But Engie helps them out !!

This leads to Dakota receiving a sweet drawing of the two of them holding hands, as well as a bunch of flowers and sticks wrapped with a bow and covered in various stickers.

If they say yes, Pyro will immediately squeeze them close, and will not let go. At all.

From then on, they're always somewhere close behind them, preferably holding their hand too. Dakota cannot escape him /aff

Bonus: Engineer

Engie also is quick to help Dakota feel at home, feeling a sense of sympathy towards their whole situation.

Engineer, unlike the previous two, can actually cook/bake, so he's happy to join them in the kitchen !!

He isn't really one for art, but he likes to see whatever Dakota's working on :)

"Now, I ain't no Picasso, but I reckon that looks quite pretty."

If they make something for him, he will definitely place it somewhere in the workshop to look at :)

He feels almost protective of Dakota, given their past as an experiment with a not-so-kind scientist

He would never ask about it unless they brought it up themselves, but even then, Engie can't help but feel a deep sense of sympathy for what they've been through.

Will definitely take Dakota on road trips! These ones are significantly less illegal than Soldier's...

He loves taking them to see new things and helping them out with understanding the world :)

As for romance, he might feel a bit hesitant since it might be better for Dakota to acclimatize to everything first, so they don't potentially become dependent on their relationship.

But if Dakota picks up on it and asks, he'll tell the truth.

"Well, I can't lie... I certainly wouldn't say no to something more with you, but... are you sure?"

If a relationship does emerge, Engie is more than happy for them to spend a lot of time by his side, inviting them to a campfire with Pyro or even the workshop :)

He's also very patient and happy to explain any questions about romance !!

#x reader #x reader headcanons #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress two #tf2 x oc #oc x canon

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perpetuallyfive · 8 months ago

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making some kind of "commitment"

I've been feeling such a strong impulse to write.

But I do know that I've said this before, often in fact, and the final product doesn't always appear. Sometimes life gets in the way, sometimes the confidence in what's already written down dries up, but that's why I've decided to try to say some of it more explicitly.

I'd like to put it out there in an effort to give myself a commitment to something to work toward, sure, but also permission to actually do it and post, even when it's not entirely perfect. The world is largely imperfect, and I might as well chase my bliss.

Currently Writing:

Warrior Nun Dragon Age AU: There's 18,000 words of chapters 3 and 4 written, some of which has already gone to beta. I need to do some revising but this feels very, very close and I'm excited about it again, which is the most vital part.

Really Want to Write:

Frantically thinking about a believably in character way to write something for Caitlyn/Vi in the same vein as You Can't Become Unreal Again. This is the main place my brain is at right now.

A small Agatha idea that's not too intense in world building, dear god please brain just let me write something around 10k and let it go, let it goooo into the world.

Honestly I keep thinking about the idea of Bishova at the TVA. Has this already been done? It's probably already been done. But the time hijinks!

I Promise I Am Going to Finish and Still Think About It Regularly:

RWBY Dishonored AU. It's going to happen. I want it to happen. I have written so much of the next two chapters it's sick that they're not out yet. I just made it so long that I have to go back and reread everything to double triple check which things have already been made explicit and which things I've only been pondering for literally years at this point and never actually put into the text. I am (often) my own worst enemy.

Less Sure About But I Still Wanna Finish One Day:

When The Feast Is Over, the third Bechloe Marvel AU fic where I set myself up to have to figure out the entire first major arc of the MCU as it plays out in my specific universe so I could mess with it. Why do I always try to write ideas that require SO MUCH world building? Why is that the kind of thing that makes my brain so happy? Some mysteries will never be solved.

#about writing #posting this before i think better of it lol

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dinogoofy · 2 years ago

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FIRST FIC OF HALLOWEEN LETS GOOOO

TW: Spectrophilia. Fingering. Rude Bi-han. Cold hands. MDNI!!!

No pronouns are mentioned, but reader is written as AFAB.

Bi-han X reader: Haunted House

Prompt: You moved into an old house last year, and strange things have been happening every time you bring a new date home. Doors opening, dishes rattling. Thing is- they only seem to happen around your dates. After the last guy breaks three of his fingers due to a cabinet slamming shut on him, you contact a friend that sends over her cooky spiritual aunt. She does some weird shit with some animal bones, and your house gets struck by lightning. Somehow, this must have charged the energies in the house, because now you can actually see the poltergeist. Turns out, he's in love with you, and has been jealous of all the living men who You've brought home.

A lightning strike directly on your house sounds like a fucking bomb. For a minute, you had sworn that World War 3 had started and you were unfortunate enough to be the first to die. You had flinched away from the cooky older woman and into the floor. The candles that she had set up on your coffee table had gone out, leaving the room pitch black. If you weren’t still panicking, you’d be worried about your appliances and how long the electrical company would take to get your power up and running. Your ears are ringing so loud you can hardly hear the woman as she giggles and says something. You can’t even look at her, curled up on the floor desperately taking deep breaths to cool down. You hear a deep voice, a man’s voice, and it causes you to jump and look around frantically. Only you and Aunt Tessa were supposed to be in the house, so what was that?!

“You’re certainly easily startled, aren't you!” The Aunt Tessa again. You glance at her, placing a hand over your racing heart.

“What was that?” You ask. She smiles in a weird way, and begins to pick up the strange little setup of bones and candles and herbs she sat laid out across your coffee table.

“Well, my niece might have lied to you a - teensy little bit! I- as a simple, homely witch, can’t actually dispel spirits!” You make a face of disbelief at her, and she giggles again. She leans down to help you up, and your hands are still shaking from the -literal- shock of having your house struck by lightning. You really needed to check the wiring or call someone to come make sure you’re house wasn’t going to go up in flames any minute, but right now you really just wanted to feel like you could breathe again.

“What I did do, however, is charge the energies of the house.” She declares excitedly. You Bring your hands up to your head, massaging your temples out of stress.

“You what?!” You cry. She nods her head happily.

“I figured this guy really needed to fix his little problem, so you know, might as well give him the power to do so!” She’s already collected her things, and even as you desperately ask her what she means by that, all she does is nod and smile contentedly as she walks out the door and shuts it behind her. You’re left reeling as she leaves the house in the pouring rain, but when you run to open the door and catch her, she’s already gone. There’s no trace of her anywhere. There's a cold prickly feeling that leaves goosebumps up your arm, one that you know for a fact you have felt before, off and on, but only ever when you had dates over.

“Crazy old hag.” At first, the words don’t quite register in your head. And then you wonder if you had said it without realizing it, but a cold feeling washes over you when you realize that the words were certainly too deep in tone to come from you. You slowly turn around and are met with the chest of a man no less than two feet away from you. You look up and are met with hardened honey-brown eyes. His eyebrows furrow after a moment of eye contact.

“What’s wrong with you now?” He grumbles, clearly talking to himself. It didn’t seem to occur to him just yet that you could see him. You take a step back in disbelief before you remember to breathe again. You take a step back and hit the door, before bolting around him for your phone.

“What. The actual. Fuck!” You’re exasperated, desperately fumbling with your phone to try and call your best friend.

“You can see me?” The Man asks, but it sounds more like a statement. He’s close behind you when you turn around to pace, and you flinch.

“No! No, I can’t. I can’t see you, I can't hear you, and I’m definitely not talking to you right now!” You can hear a small huff of amusement from him as you run into your room and close the door. The phone rings a few times before your friend picks up.

“You need you call your Aunt back over here right now!” You demand before she can even get a word in.

“Why? What happened? Is everything okay?”

“No!” You cry, beginning to ramble. “First she got the house struck by lightning, and then she was just talking absolute nonsense before she left about some guy and him needing to work out his problems and whatever, and then she left- and I can- I can see the freaking ghost now, dude!” You start off loud and fast, and by the time you get the last few words you’ve started to whisper-scream at the phone.

“Hold on- you’re saying the ghost is a dude? Is he hot?” You are completely dumbfounded. What the hell man, you're having a crisis here!

“I just need her to tell me when this guy is going to go away!” You whisper-shout at her. She humms on the other side of the phone. You’re still pacing around your room.

“I can hear you.” A deep voice rumbles next to your ear, as you turn again, and he’s right in front of you. You hadn’t seen the ghost coming (probably because he's a ghost. A literal fucking ghost) and you scream in fright due to the surprise, before groaning in aggravation and running into the bathroom, slamming the door beyond you.

“Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?!” You yell. You can hear him scoff, and that weird chilly feeling goes away, so you assume that he’s gone to another part of the house.

“Wow, was that him? His voice is hot.”

“That doesn't matter!” You screech into the phone. Your friend is laughing at you now, and if you weren’t still losing your mind you probably would be laughing too. You take a second to collect yourself, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

“Okay, Look, I’m trying not to lose my shit here. I thought she was going to handle the ghost problem, but now I have a walking-talking roommate who can walk through walls and just disappear whenever he wants. How do I deal with that?” You ask frantically. Your friend hums over the phone, and knowing her, you’re positive she is going to come up with some optimistic answer that doesn’t include an eviction letter for the poltergeist in your home.

“Aunt Tessa is tricky to get ahold of, so if she thinks she’s done what she needs to do, I doubt either of us will be able to get in contact with her.” She says, almost in a guilty tone.

“Sooo, You’re stuck with him for right now, probably? Until he finishes whatever unfinished business he had in the living world, anyway. The point is, why not get used to him at least? Talk to him, maybe find out why he’s still in the land of the living or whatever. It wouldn’t hurt.” Your friend says over the phone. You sigh, knowing that she’s right.

“Fine, I guess. But if this goes wrong and he makes my life more of a living hell than it was before, I’m blaming you.” You grumble, she laughs at you, letting you know that she wouldn’t blame you if you did, and hangs up the phone. You lean on the bathroom counter with a sigh, and after a moment of dread and stubbornness, you decide to try and talk to the ghost.

You march back into your room, and after being a little thankful he wasn’t just waiting for you outside your door, you walk into the hallway. You end up walking through the house looking for him until you find Casper the grumpy ghost in the kitchen, watching the rain through the windows.

You lean on the kitchen island behind him with folded arms, waiting for him to speak up. When he doesn’t even spare you a glance, you realize he’s ignoring you, so you speak up to break the silence.

“Do you have a name or what?” You ask bluntly. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, keeping his eyes ahead of him.

“It’s Bi-han.” He states. It’s a curt response, and it almost annoys you. After all that ruckus in the house, slamming doors and drawers and breaking the fingers of a date you really liked, this is how he acts? Quiet, grumpy, and not at all the hothead you imagined?

"Do you already know my name?" You ask. Bi-han rolls his eyes, but nods. You eye him suspiciously. It's quiet for a moment, but all of the previous ghostly activity in the house is really bothering you, and you end up asking him more questions with more attitude than you usually give off.

“So it’s been you with the cabinets and doors and stuff, right?” He hums gruffly in response, more interested in looking outside at the rain than listening to you. That's seriously all he has to say?!

“Could you at least tell me why?” You snap at him. His face scrunches up into a snarl as he looks out the window.

“Do I need to?” The nerve of this man!

“Yes! Yes. You need to.” He rolls his eyes and turns around to face you. You’re reminded of just how tall he is, and you try not to let his attractiveness affect your very valid anger.

“If you want to know so bad…” He says, stepping towards you. “Every man you bring home is incompetent.” He’s almost uncomfortably close, and you start to take a step back before you realize you’re trapped against the counter. Still, you try to keep a brave face as he closes in on your personal space. He keeps eye contact with you the entire time he approaches.

“They’re ridiculous and incapable of caring for a woman. Every one of them” His low rumble reverberates through your chest somehow and you realise that the icy, prickly feeling from before has increased tenfold.

“Why should I let you waste your time?” He says. Your breath catches in your throat as he lifts your chin in his hand. His eyes only ever break eye contact to look at your lips, and before you know it, he’s leaned in to kiss you. His lips feel strange, not quite physical even though you can feel every part of him just like you would a living man. His kiss is hard and demanding, and you’re not sure what to do. In the end, you decide, fuck it! You may be pissed with this guy, but you haven't slept with anyone since you moved into this house. And despite being a phantom, Bi-han was really, really attractive. He makes a deep hum when you start to kiss him back. You set your hands on his ghostly chest, and his hand releases your chin to circle around your waist. He bites your lip lightly, causing you to gasp. He leans back just barely, and you can hear him huff in amusement. You open your eyes to see his smirk, and hold back a scowl.

“What?” You ask. He presses a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth, before trailing kisses down your neck. It’s like he knows all of your sensitive spots by heart, nipping and sucking to leave impossible bruises on your neck. One of his hands threads through your scalp and tugs, keeping your neck exposed to him. You can’t help but let out a little whine.

“I knew you’d be easy, but I wasn’t expecting you to be quite this eager.” He rumbles. You scoff and then gasp as he nips at the hollow of your throat.

“Excuse me?!” You breathe. He chuckles darkly before you feel a hand slip down your front, down, down, and then back up, under your shirt. You inhale sharply at the feeling of his cold hand as he caresses your breasts through your bra.

He takes the moment to kiss you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You can’t help but let out an involuntary noise as he drags his ice-cold hand under your bra, flicking your nipples in a tease before removing his hands again. You huff in annoyance, and he tips your head back again as he tongues you. His tongue is cold, just like the rest of him, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. You almost enjoyed the feeling of the cold appendage roving across your warm and living tongue and teeth.

His free hand trails down your body and into the waistband of your pants. He presses your sweet spot over your underwear before slipping inside of the spandex. You inhale a sharp breath as he gives you a short moment to breathe before kissing you breathlessly all over again. His cold fingertips flick your clit and you let out a squeak. He chuckles before his fingers slip downward to circle your slit. He teases your entrance for a minute, collecting the wetness that had already started to accumulate. You feel him smirk into the kiss, before he plunges a finger into you. You moan, muffled by his lips.

He releases you from the kiss as he starts to finger you eagerly, sucking and marking down your jaw and throat. You try in vain to keep your noises down, but it’s a struggle with how expertly Bi-han is touching your body. He slips in a second cold finger, scissoring your insides, and you feel the knot in your lower regions start to tighten. He can feel you clench as you get closer and closer to cumming. You’re moaning and whining louder now, only able to care about the pleasure Bi-han is giving you. You’re so close, right there, and then… He pulls his fingers away, stepping away from you and leaving you hanging.

“I… What?” You mumble, brain completely gone.

“You didn’t really think you were going to get fucked tonight, did you?” He says gruffly.

“I had to watch you bring man after man home, watching them touch you when I knew I could make you feel better than they ever could…” He leans forward, whispering in your ear in a sexy, low voice.

“You think you can get away with taunting me like that? Please. If you want me to fuck you, You’re going to beg me for it.” Bi-han doesn’t even lean back, he simply disappears in front of you. The cold prickle on your skin remains for a second, dragging from your jaw to your chin before disappearing similarly. All you can do is stand there, leaning against the kitchen counter feeling like your legs are about to give out. You learned three things today: One, your ghost most definitely was scaring your dates away on purpose. Two, He’s hot. Like really hot. Even his voice is hot, and you're kinda annoyed that you’re agreeing with your friend when you really wished you could say it wasn't doing things for you. Three, Jesus Christ, You really wanted to fuck your ghost. Wonder how long you needed to beg him to take you, and if you can manage to get him to do so sooner rather than later.

#mortal kombat #Mk Halloween #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mk x reader #mk bi han x reader #mk bi han #bi han #bi han sub zero #bi han x reader

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Hi pretty girl, I’m going to post part 1 rn but that means I need part 2 as soon as possible my love 💋. And I miss you so much more!!! It’s actually sick how much I miss you. But okayyyy here we goooo.

The morning light filtered through the windows of Ronald Reagan National Airport, casting a golden hue over the terminal. I walked with an easy confidence toward my gate, the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air from the small kiosk in the corner.

Omgggg classic!!! Meeting at the airport 🙄

A movement beside me caught my attention. Someone slipped into the seat next to mine with an easy kind of grace. At first, I didn't think much of it, but when she settled in, a sense of familiarity stirred in my chest, so l glanced over slightly.

IS THAT AZZI FUDDDDD 👏

Azzi Fudd. That's ironic.

UConn's star shooter. One of the most talented shooting guards in the country.

Oh my gosh!!! No wonder that caught your attention paige. It’s the light skin curly head with a fat ASS-……..sorry! 😭

I let the silence linger, enjoying the moment before saying. "I hope you have a great game, Azzi Fudd."

Omg just say you want them drawlz off ma’am 😐

Still, I could tell she was thinking about our exchange. I'd seen that look a few times before-the subtle mix of curiosity and amusement. The kind that said, Who is this person?

Azzi not having a clue of who Paige is when Paige seems to know all about Azzi is fryin me 😭😭

I smirked, turning toward her just slightly. "I just respect greatness."

PERIODDTTTTTTT!!! Good job Paige your definitely getting the huzz after that line 🫦

Eventually, she glanced over again. "Since you know who I am, do I get to know who you are?"

I turned toward her, meeting her gaze with a confident ease. "You'll figure it out."

Omg just say you want eachother already!!!!

"Okay, I'm sorry-I can't help it," she finally said, exhaling a quiet laugh. "I need some more answers from you."

Just can’t stay away huh 😂😂

Azzi exhaled a soft chuckle, shaking her head as if she couldn't quite believe herself right now. "But you know who I am, and you're flying in for the game on Thursday. That seems like the universe trying to tell me something. Like I should talk to you more."

Universe is bringing greatness together Azzi fudd just be patient 👏😍

"Things kinda just happen in life that change how you used to be," I said simply, my voice carrying something quieter. Then, with a small, almost nostalgic smile, I added, "I used to be a chatterbox."

This will soon go away in the bedroom, Paige your definitely not lasting with the nonchalant quiet act. 😬😬 JUST KIDDING I’m innocent!!! No but in all seriousness Paige will definitely bring out the chatterbox days when she’s with Azzi 🥳

Azzi hummed, shifting in her seat so she was angled toward me again. "Alright then. Who's your favorite team?"

SAY UCONN PAIGE!!

I leaned back, letting the suspense build for a second before finally answering, "I've always been a South Carolina fan."

Ho- 🧍🏽‍♀️

I smirked. "Didn't realize this was a dealbreaker."

Paige your flirting is soooo obvioussss moveeee😭😭

Azzi was already in front of me, but I caught the way she paused, how her eyes flicked toward my arm. It wasn't much, but I knew what she saw-how the muscles, usually understated, tensed for just a second, giving away what I was in fact an athlete.

Yea she definitely having daydreams about that ACTION 😝😛 #needthat #desirethat

I smirked slightly. "See something interesting?"

If they were candy, they would be a share size pack of skittles I’ll tell you!

Her eyes flickered with something -curiosity, maybe. "Where are you sitting Thursday, Paige?" huffed a quiet laugh, shifting my weight slightly. "You'll see me, don't worry."

UGHHH JUST KISS ALREADY 😃

I turned first, heading toward baggage claim, but I could still feel her eyes on me for just a second longer before she finally walked away.

Omgggg they are so cuteeeee. I NEED PART 2 NAUWWWWW📢📢📢📢

Azzi let out a small laugh at that, shaking her head. She gestured toward the other side of the booth. "Since you seem curious, you might as well sit."

That’s rizz. Would’ve worked on me too shiii 🥰

Azzi studied her for a second before speaking again. "So, you gonna tell me where you're sitting tomorrow, or are you still trying to be mysterious?"

She needs her encouragement for tomorrow paigeeeee 🙃

Paige raised an eyebrow, lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. "That a compliment?"

Azzi mirrored her expression. "Haven't decided yet."

Here Azzi you dropped this: 🧢

Because you know damn well 😂

The girl gave Paige a once-over, her gaze lingering a lot longer than necessary. It wasn't subtle, and it didn't go unnoticed. Paige blinked, raising an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Omgggg here we fucking go. 😆

The waiter jotted it down, her eyes flicking back to Paige, clearly intrigued. "I've never seen you around here before," she said, voice tinged with interest. "I would've remembered a face like that."

Bruuuu watch outttttt. Move around ho 😤

"Here you go," the waiter said, her tone lingering as she looked at Paige with clear interest. "Can I get you anything else gorgeous?"

Paige offered a polite but tight smile. "No, thank you."

SHES NOT INTERESTED!!! MOVE AROUND GO DRINK SOME WATER. You thirsty asl 🖕

Paige picked up her sandwich, glancing at Azzi with a smirk. "You jealous?" Azzi exhaled a short laugh, shaking her head. "Not even a little."

CAP CAP CAP 😂😂

Azzi tilted her head slightly, eyes flickering over Paige with something unreadable behind them. "You're really hard to get a read on."

Paige let out a soft chuckle, tearing off a small piece of her sandwich. "That's funny. You seem to be doing just fine."

AZZI YOU EATIN GIRLLL 😝😝 Paige just ask her on a date already!!!

That's when she reached for her wallet, and Paige immediately waved her off. "I got it. Don't worry about it."

Big daddy bueckers 😝😝 sugardadddyyyyyyy

Azzi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Fine, but I'm getting it next time."

Paige arched a brow. "Next time?"

Azzi pushed up from the booth, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Yeah, next time." She adjusted her jacket before glancing at Paige one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow, Paige."

Azzi the woman you are. Her confidence in saying that like she knowsss 😩😫

Paige hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing her words before saying, "I need you to be open-minded tomorrow, okay?"

UGHHHHH I NEED THURSDAY TO COME QUICKER 😃😃 cuz wdym Paige 🙃

AHHHHH okay so i love the flirting, it’s so freakin cute and pushing eachother to the limits. It’s so like grounding and keeps us on edge. Ughhh I can’t wait for part 2 today ahhhhhh. But babygirlll is there a new fic coming? You been doing one shots and I LOVE YOUUUU. I love the one shots but I want some fic action 😌. Have a good rest of your day and you will hear from me when I do the live reaction for part 2 💋💋 bye pretty

-❄️

Oh my gosh!!! No wonder that caught your attention paige. It's the light skin curly head with a fat ASS-......sorry!

you’re actually insane 😀

PERIODDTTTTTTT!!! Good job Paige your definitely getting the huzz after that line

lmao who said she wanted the huzz??

This will soon go away in the bedroom, Paige your definitely not lasting with the nonchalant quiet act. 😬😬 JUST KIDDING I'm innocent!!! No but in all seriousness Paige will definitely bring out the chatterbox days when she's with Azzi

you’re literally a whore i see now

UGHHH JUST KISS ALREADY

mind you they just met 😭

SHES NOT INTERESTED!!! MOVE AROUND GO DRINK SOME WATER. You thirsty asl

😭😭😭.

sugardadddyYYYYYY

for the $10 sandwich ??!!??

this one might turn into a few parts honestly. we’re going to see how people react to pt 2 and go from there lol

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myeyesandheartadjust · 8 months ago

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Thoughts while listening to The Mad Ones (fully) for the first time

Disclaimer:

I've heard a smattering of songs already but keep getting distracted while trying to listen to it from beginning to end

It took two days to get through it (it's a heavy musical, y'all!)

I definitely look at this through a queer lens

Here we go!!

Starting off strong with The Girl Who Drove Away

"Leave the fear and doubt behind! Choose the road less traveled! Not the memories to real! Not to guilt that leaves you paralyzed!"

"If only i could turn the key...." This whole song is just Sam needing a hug

Hi Kelly!!! 👋 👋

"Map's are for brain deads"

Sam, you don't sound convinced about college.

"But what if she doesn't?? OH TWIST!!" KELLY 🤣🤣 Also, i was right

"Not a memory jumble" 🤣

For real though, WHY DO SAM'S MEMORY JUMBLES SOUND SO PRETTY

"I was figuring out who I was – the whole year – saying what I wanted, doing it, and one day the phone rings....." Oh, Sam :(

"What? You think it's gonna bite?"

"LET'S GOOOO!"

"She believed in listening to the highway. You start driving and keep driving. There's no stopping 'til Kelly says you're arrived."

There's queer vibes in this song, and I'm here for it!!

"Very slow, Brown." I can picture the smirk and the look Kelly's giving Sam, and it's very gay

"Freedom! Freedom! FREEDOOOOOM!"

I love how Sam's saying big things and Kelly's all like, "I want Arby's. I wanna go skinny dipping!" 😂

"Let's go! Let's go! Pick a road, pick a highway. Any road is going my way. Let's go! Live it up with no complicated philosophies!No college, no career! No kids, no fancy house! No! Let's go! ANY ROAD BUT THE ROAD WE'RE ON!"

"NO COLLEGE! NO CAREERS! NO SCREAMING KIDS! NO MORTGAGE!"

"There's something buried within here, a lesson to keep, the impulse, the life force, the diving in deep. I feel it. The chaos. I usually flee. If I hold on right here, could I learn to just BE?!" 😭

"Don't talk about it. Live it. Don't feel the loss of it. Feel it." 👀

"Trees blurring into nothing. And i am nothing. And she is nothing." Poetry! Also gay vibes!

"It's so real and so like a memory. And the sun is so bright that I'm squinting. And it feels like I've found FREEDOOOOOM!"

Kelly and Sam being rock stars is so funny, and it sounds like car rides with them would've been epic

Sam singing in Ordinary Senior Year is so sad 😪

A statistician teaching someone how to drive .... sounds like a recipe for disaster

"Sam failed her drives test...four times!" I was right 😁 Poor Sam! Half of them weren't her fault but still!!

"DRRRRIVE!!"

Top Ten is a really fun sounding song. If you heard it out of context, though, you'd be like what!

"Old age. Lame! Impossible!" 😂

Some of these are really hilarious, like the alien one, the mentos, and the poor Sting one!

"Hit by a car on the way home from the library." 👀 Ouch! Is that how she actually died?

Sam and Adam... okay??? Sam can be bi but Smple As That sounds like a friendship song (minus the makeout bit)

"For sure. He's the perfect guy for a girl like me." SUURE!! Sam

The Proposal = a song that would sound incredibly weird out of context and one that i can't take seriously

Sam, if you're this conflicted over this about wanting to have sex with him, you're probably NOT in love (or like) with Adam. Not even for pancakes! (Also, side note, but I can see Sam as ace/aro and secretly wanting a QPR with Kelly or being a closeted bisexual/lesbian)

Lyrics like "Feel your carnal urges taking hold" and "EMBRACE YOUR DESTINY," is why I can't take this song seriously

Kelly's with a TA. Okay, Kelly's either deeply repressed about her love for Sam or is bi. Or both!!

"All alone. Was I lost, or was I alive. In the space in the hole, she CREATED!"

Yeesss The Mad Ones!!

Jack Kerouac quote my love 🥰 (This song introduced me to it, and I fell in love with it)

"IF WE'RE GONNA GO, WE GOTTA GO TONIGHT!"

"Pushed to the edge, out on the ledge. Will you die out or burn, BURN?!" 🔥🔥🔥🔥

"'CAUSE THOSE GOOD OLD BOYS! THEY'VE HAD THEIR GOOD OLD DAYS. BUT NOT THEY'RE GONE, AND NOW THEIR WORLD IS OURS TO TAKE."

Here we gooo!! "We're mad to go. Mad to drive. Mad to be alive. We're chasing stars. A thousand suns. The mad, THE MAD ONES!!"

I know how this song goes, but two drunk girls making a plan to run away sounds A: gay and B: like a recipe for disaster

"STOP SAYING CAN'T! STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!" Kelly is kinda bossy, I'll admit Sam

"It's never or now! YES! Time to take your foot off the BRAKE!"

The key change and the blended harmony is just ahhhhhh!!

The back and forth call of "WHO LET DOWN WHO?!!' So pretty yet so sad in context

"If we'd only gone that night, then I wouldn't be DEAD!!" Still an OUCH every time I get to this part

"YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!"

"WE BREAK THE LOCK! WE KICK THE DOOR. TO REACH FOR MORE, WE MAKE THE RULES. We MAKE A VOW. TO BE MAD. GIRL, WE'RE WHAT MATTERS NOW!"

The beginning piano and strings of I know My Girl is pretty

Okay, Sam's mom, Beverly, didn't impress me at first, but I kinda like her in this song. Now I'm hungry for cookies, though :(

Miles to Go, I'm not entirely sure how it's supposed to fit in the plot, but I love it, and it would sound lovely out of context

Freedom callback!!!!! Ahhh!!

Two really pretty songs in a row and one of them Say The Word being about Sam's relationship with Adam and possible sex?? Wow

"Let me go if it's easier. But say the word, and I might have to stay!"

"I wanna love. I wanna ride. I wanna be the girl by your side!"

Moving On is fun (even though they're avoiding the obvious)

"I'M ALIVE. YOU'RE ALIVE!!"

Freedom melody callback part 2

Go Tonight = the second song I've ever heard from this show and one that got me through when I thought I almost lost a friend

"She was- She was sitting on the roof of her beat-up car, half singing, half laughing, half going too far."

"If we're gonna go, we gotta go tonight. GOOOOOOOOOO OOOO TONIGHT!!! 😭

I saw a clip from what must've been a workshop or preview that had Sam singing the words, "She was everything I loved," instead of, "She was everything I'm not...." and honestly, I think both would've worked. 🥰

"SINKING DOWN IN THIE VOID LIKE A CRATER. GETTING LOST IN A WORLD THAT I CAN'T REWIND. IT'S TOO LATE AND IT'S JUST GETTING LATER!" 😭😭

"I unravel until I REMEMBER, SITTING ON THE ROOF OF YOUR BEAT-UP CAR!" 😭😭😭😭

"What I didn't know was that time doesn't stop - prom still has a theme, the valedictorian still gives a speech on a future she knows nothing about." 😭😭😭

Run Away With Me!! That is the first song I ever remember hearing :)

"We'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac, looking back. Sam, you're ready. Let's go!"

The "I'm not trying to make you a wife here!!" isn't helping your case, pal 🙄

Please tell me you broke up with Adam after this, Sam, because Adam does NOT get to pull a Kelly, wip out a Jack Kerouac reference, and ask you to run away with him!! That was Kelly's role.

"Do you wanna die? Do you wanna fail?" OUCH, considering Kelly's dead and Sam has perfectionist issues

"DRRRRIVE!!"

"If you follow my instructions, I can free you. I can make you alive! I CAN DO IT ON MY OWN!!"

All the overlaps in Drive are pretty

"EIGHTEEN YEARS, YOU'RE MY WHOLE LIFE!"

"I don’t wanna be safe!"

The road you take should feel right…The road will tell you who you are!" 😭

Run Away With Me, and My Mom is a Statistician callbacks

What do I want? What do I need? It doesn’t matter if it’s a mistake. It doesn’t matter if I fail. I have to think big. I have to take control. Even if I disappoint everyone. Even if no one ever speaks to me again. I have to feel something!" 😭😭😭😭😭

"LISTEN TO ME!! I never dreamed of running away, but I do dream about the highway. I start driving and keep driving. I can’t stop 'til I feel alive again!" 😭

I Didn't Say Goodbye = another favorite that I've heard before and a really emotional one

"I can't do this alone." 😭😭

"You’re scared. You should be. If you’re not, you’re not doing it right. You do it now, you do it for you, and you do it alone!" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Be mad, Sam. Be careless and wild and squeeze the life out of every second!" 😭😭😭😭

Kelly's crying, Sam's crying, I'm close to crying!

"And do not crash my car. I’m serious. I will like haunt you." I would laugh at that, but I'm trying not to cry

"You take the risk. You pay the cost. You drive until you're lost. And look around. See where you went. And your life will be a MONUMENT!"

"What did I always tell you? Maps are for braindeads? That's right!"😭😭

"I didn't get to say goodbye! Sometimes, you don't get to say goodbye." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"I really miss you. I know, it sucks right?"

"I live in what you do! In what you want to do. Now that I'm gone..... I'm moving on!" 😭

"What do you want Sam? I want the deafening sound of driving fast with the windows down! I want to reach the horizon of IMPOSSIBILITY!"

Now we're back where we began with the theme for The Girl Who Drove Away

"Remember this! The racing heart, the faded dawn. Remember this, before the moment’s gone!"

"Remember feeling like your life begins today. Try to stop and feel each second slip away. Remember this"

"REMEMBER EVERYTHING THAT LED YOU HERE! Each road trip and every single tear!"

"You look back on your life. On the girl you were for eighteen years. You look back one more time. THEN YOU LET IT GO!"

Freedom callback one last time.

"Freeeedom! Freeedom! Freeedom! Freeedom! Freeedom! FREEDOOOOOM!!!"

#the mad ones #the mad ones musical #samatha brown #kelly manning #adam the mad ones #beverly the mad ones #what is the ship name for these two??

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