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[starillusion13]

Hi! can I request an ateez 9th member poly au but the scenario is they make her feel left out, being mean and entertains another girl from another grp and she was painted as the villain by that girl! so they gang up on her, she suddenly left the group and now they’re chasing her back!!

Missing Piece

Pairing: Ateez!ot8 x f!reader

Genre: Idol au, Angst, Mature

Warnings: ignorance, tired, mention of drugs( just a rumor), leaving the group, feeling left out, light arguments, anxiety, evil intentions(a pick me not y/n), a mess of emotions nothing more.

W.C: 6.9k

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated. Spread love not hate. After writing this fic, I realized that I don't know how to write 9th member fics😔. I hope this what you wanted anon<3.

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"Congratulations Ateez!"

Whenever this phrase echoed, you always felt proud and satisfied with yourself for coming a long way. It's obvious that your hard work and determination made it possible for you to stand strong and shine on this ground.

But, a wave of emotions was running inside you today because of the feelings that are itching your mind.

The scandals you are in lately.

The staff and other idols who are passing by while making your way towards the private room are constantly congratulating you and the members of your group. They all are having a wide smile across their faces but you just hesitantly smiled towards others. You know very well that everyone is aware of the scandal you are currently dealing with.

You excuse yourself from the washroom and Hongjoong notices you stepping away in another direction. He called out your name and asked where you were off to but you didn't reply or turned back.

All the members were gathered in front of their room to enter but when they saw their leader---the captain was standing in front of the door and looking in a particular direction. They all looked towards your fading figure into the hallway.

"Where is she going now?" San asked the captain but quickly noticed the anger on his face.

Hongjoong slammed open the door and others followed him inside the room, "I don't know. She didn't reply to me when I asked her. She is really becoming stubborn."

"What's her problem? Isn't she acting so childish all the time?" Mingi slumped down on a cushioned chair and closed his eyes when placing himself comfortably.

Jongho shook his head while removing the mic and earpiece from around his neck and placing it on the wide desk in front of the mirror. "What about the updates on her scandal? The way she is sneaking around here and there, I feel like believing those are not just scandals."

"No. I don't think that's possible. I don't see a sign from her taking any drugs." Seonghwa stated and looked at the leader who was leaning against the wall after removing all the unnecessary items from him. When he caught his eyes, the one standing sighed.

"But she didn't even deny it." Hongjoong said and raised a brow.

Yeosang nodded and spoke up, earning others attention to his words,"When the manager asked her to explain the matter she remained silent and was staring down as if she was high on drugs. Even when the company tried to answer the question about her on the internet, she refused to make a statement."

Some of them nodded and others had confusion visible on their faces.

Wooyoung pointed at your bag beside his and asked, "why did she bring this bag again?" He lifted the bag and found it to be the same bag which you're carrying everywhere, "it seems like she has a lot of stuff inside it."

"Open it." Hongjoong orders the younger one but he hesitated to the command. "I said open it. I am asking you for it and she has no say in this."

"But it's a girl's bag."

"Don't act like we don't stay together. Even if I ask her about bringing this bag, she won't reply. And if something inappropriate is there then we would apologize to her later."

The younger nodded but before he could open the bag. The manager entered. Hongjoong signaled to put the bag down.

It was always a bit challenging for you to be in a group where you are the only female member. All the fans accepted you very willingly and gave you lots of love on the day when it was announced you would be the last member of the debut line. Yeah, the competition had always included the five girls with the boys but you didn't expect back then to be in the lineup of the final showdown. As you were very sure of Minnie to be debuting with them. Her talents and looks are always remarkable and you admired her dance moves and vocals so much. And, you're sure others loved her more than you. They have a strong friendship with her even after her debuting in a different group 'Stray Kids'.

But your members never made you feel left out or different for being a girl. At first they were a bit hesitant to have you as the member but gradually you all became close and had so much fun together during the first MV shooting. Your debut was memorable with you all traveling to a different country and experiencing several new things.

Moreover, your members treated you like the baby of the group. They pampered you so much and of course, they won't leave a chance to annoy the shit out of you. You felt closer with Jongho because he was around your age so you were always paired up with him. And that's how the deep friendship started between you both.

Ateez are very close with Stray Kids and for that you all often meet them to dine out and hang out on off schedule days and after encore and promotion stages. You loved Minho's company a lot because you both clicked together perfectly. But there was something you noticed: San doesn't like you spending time with Stray Kids and sometimes, he and the others often drag you away with your members telling them that they need to hurry back to the dorm because something urgent came up. Only for you to get scolded later by Hongjoong that being so friendly with others would lead you to get into a lot of scandals.

What about them?

They often can be seen talking with Minnie after the performances or concerts and even two or three of them hanging out with her. Did you ever say anything? No. Then how come the dating rules only apply to you? You had enough one day and screamed at her and them, telling them that because of her Ateez would soon be under controversy but she quickly apologized to you and cried to them.

That was not the end. Because of her Hongjoong treated you really badly. He and other members used harsh words on you and others supported him on the fact that you had overreacted for no reason. They really started to go out alone without you - you were already used to it. But after the incident, they purposely made you feel left out. That didn't even stop them being friendly with her. They even did the new dance challenge with her and the way she was leaning on Seonghwa's arm made you glare at the video longer until the manager announced the practice time.

All these struggles really made you exhausted day by day and it's even showing in your performances and interaction with others. One afternoon, you were in the middle of the preparation for the comeback when you suddenly got to know about something trending under your name on all social media platforms.

'Is y/n really taking drugs?'

And the comments under the post - some supporting your side saying it's fake but you were shocked to see the amount of people believing the post and making strong comments that your recent appearances do look like you are under its effects. You ignored the news, you ignored everyone. You thought about the trainee days and then after debuting. You had lots of fun with Ateez. There are a lot of good memories and there are a lot more than just memories which couldn't be revealed everywhere. You tried to talk with others but never had the courage so you kept everything to yourself. Whenever you were asked to clarify on this matter, you remained silent.

One day, finally you had a talk session with your manager to discuss the ongoing situation. Many of your fans went against you and you accepted their opinions because you didn't make any strong denial statement on it so it's obvious for people to suspect you. You are being a bad influence on the industry.

"Are you sure about this?" the manager had concern and worry etched across her face but you just nodded and sighed when she kept staring at you.

"I don't want to change my mind. I have come up with this decision after thinking a lot."

She opened a file on her tablet before passing it to you to read, "read this. And, what about them? This is a big decision so please think carefully."

"I know."

"Will you be fine after this? People might blame you more."

"I don't have any other option. Even if I have, this is the only thing that seems right to me right now."

She just nodded in acceptance.

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As the manager entered the room, she noticed Wooyoung placing your bag down to the side of the chair. Hongjoong stepped forward to greet her and she sent a quick smile to everyone present in the room, also noticing your absence there.

"You all don't have any more upcoming schedules this week so hurry up, we have to leave for the dorm. You guys look so tired. You all didn't got enough rest the last few days." She announced and stared at Hongjoong who seemed to want to ask her something.

"Do you want to say something?"

He nodded, "Y/n is not here since we came back from the stage. She went towards the stairs and I asked her but she seemed a bit lost. Where is she? Do you know about it?"

She sighed, "she is probably in the restroom, don't worry."

"Before the day of the comeback, she had a talk with you. What did she tell?" Seonghwa asked, who was now wearing a black t-shirt with just a washed face. He wasn't wearing his stage outfit anymore.

"You all will get to know about it tomorrow morning."

"What is it that you can't tell us now?" San asked her curiously.

She shook her head, "it's not like that. I can tell you but she doesn't want me to tell you. Don't get your hopes up. Just know it's nothing good." She handed over the food bag to them so that they could feed themselves inside the van while going back home. She asked the last two members to quickly change into a comfortable outfit and took your outfit to the restroom.

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As soon as she handed you the outfit, you thanked her and asked her to wait outside. Changing into the comfortable soft fabrics made you sigh in relief. But you felt tears welling up in your eyes while staring down at the mic, earpiece and the stage outfit in your hand. A lot of emotions coursing through you but your mind was only focusing on the fact - this was your last stage performance.

You wiped your tears and put on a fake smile before exiting the door. the manager took the things from your hands but before you could step forward, she grabbed your wrist and looked at your face, scanning the smudged eyeshadow and liner. You were crying and she caressed your hand.

"Y/n, you are not okay with this. Please, I would suggest that you change your mind."

You shook your head before removing her hand. "Trust me. I will be okay without all of these problems." She watched your retreating figure until you took a sharp turn.

When you reached the door of the private room, it was expected to hear their loud laugh or them having weird singing competitions that could be heard from outside. But now, it's so quiet. Are they that tired? Or did they already leave for the dorm without you? That's not possible, the car was for you nine so it won't leave until nine of you have entered it.

You tightly held the handle before pushing the door open only to find them gathered around the couch but staring at you. You noticed Wooyoung holding a bag at the end of the couch.

A bag, wait, your bag. No!

You hurriedly went over to the couch to find it was your bag and the things were already scattered on it. You tried to pull the bag from his hold until Yeosang grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

"What is this?" he asked you in a demanding tone.

You licked your lips before prying his hand off from your wrist, "nothing. you don't have to know." You snatched the bag, "and why did you even touch my bag without my permission?"

"Since when are we asking each other to touch our things?" Yunho asked and got up from the chair to make his way towards you. You tried to pick up the things and place them inside the bag but Hongjoong blocked your hand and signaled Mingi to take the things away from you. The tall man finally stood in front of you, "and you better explain what all these boxes are for?"

"Nothing..."

Yunho exhaled sharply and grabbed your biceps tightly, "Y/n, what are you hiding from us? what is it that you can't tell us?"

Mingi was glancing between you and the things which he was putting inside the bag. Seonghwa stood beside the man holding you and stared at you sharply, "are these the drugs?"

"Please just shut up!" you screamed at them.

They slightly flinched at your sudden outburst but it was not noticeable by you as your teary eyes blurred your view. You put your palm over your ears and closed your eyes tightly.

"Please shut up. I can't hear any more of this. I know you don't trust me like before but please don't blame me every time. Because of me, this group is already under so much controversy and I'm really sorry for that."

You were going through a lot and having them all cornering you in the room, confined to a little space was too much.

San pushed Yunho so that he could hug your crying form, "It's okay, y/n. No one is blaming you. But why are there so many boxes containing various pills in your bag? You can tell me if those are distractions." he continuously rubbed your back.

You were crying in his hold, clutching his white t-shirt tightly. He didn't care that his fresh t-shirt was getting wet because of your tears when you were crying helplessly. It was breaking their heart to see you like this but what could they do. If you are doing something wrong then they must solve it and for that they need to talk to you but here you are not telling anything and always ignoring them since the incident happened between you and Minnie.

Realizing you were holding San tightly, you quickly removed his arms from around you and glared at him. Everyone observed your sudden change in mood and Hongjoong held your biceps to turn you towards him. At the tight hold you said harshly "let go of me."

"Y/n, enough. What's wrong with you suddenly?" His demanding tone was obvious and your glaring eyes didn't faze his expression. "Don't show me that look."

"Then leave me."

"Joong, leave her hand. We are all tired and we need to go to the dorm. We can ask her about this there." Seonghwa said calmly and placed his palm on the younger's shoulder. the latter sighed and you snatched your hand from him.

Everyone's eyes followed how disheveled you were looking while picking up your things and no one tried to stop you as you were all going to the same place after all. When you pulled the zip of your bag, Wooyoung stepped forward to offer you the food but you rejected it and went outside the room, slamming the door. They flinched at the loud noise but no one noticed your tears and emotions while exiting the private room backstage for the last time.

"I will be good without all of them." You have repeated this line to yourself a lot of times but still you felt the emotions to return back all over again.

Wiping your eyes, you raised your head only to find Minnie standing in front of you with folded hands and innocent eyes, the way she always looks at others. She was still wearing a faerie stage outfit and smiling at you. Ignoring her presence, you tried to turn around but her voice made you halt.

"Are you carrying those drugs in the bag again? So should I post it clearly that you are being spotted taking drugs?" she was smirking when you turned around.

"What are you saying?" You gripped the bag tightly when she glanced at it and chuckled. Stepping forward to you, her smirk grew wider, "it was me who posted that about you. and even if you say this to anyone, no one is going to believe you."

"It was...you." you watched her in disbelief when she lightly laughed and twirled a strand of hair between her delicate thin fingers. She pouted and blinked at you, "you shouted at me in front of them so I had to take my revenge."

"And it's just-"

"It hurts my pride." She made a disgusted face at you and bumped against your shoulder, "well, thank me for not doing something else but....I just ruined your career. Goodbye!"

You saw her walking like on a cat walk towards the corridor and smiling innocently to everyone in her way. She turned a little and smirked at you before taking a turn leaving you there in shock.

"Y/n...you're still here." You heard Jongho's voice and then saw others exiting the room but before they could ask you something, you ran towards the elevator and fortunately it just opened for the staff members queuing in front of it and you got inside with them. They were all glancing at you because of your weird behavior and you being alone with a sad look.

As soon as the ding sound indicated the arrival to the ground floor, you wasted no time and speedily walked towards the car. You got inside and sat in the far back, waiting for others to come.

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After they got into the car, they found you sleeping peacefully at the back. "She is sleeping." Yunho told others and placed your head on his shoulder while adjusting in the seat beside you.

"Let her sleep. She is extremely tired." Hongjoong said and scolded Wooyoung who was about to say something loudly.

Seonghwa shook his head, "but she has to eat."

"I will feed her after we reach home. Leave her for a while. Let's not ask her anything more today." Yeosang started and closed his eyes while leaning back.

Yunho kept stroking your head so that you don't wake up and he felt you nuzzling into him and he smiled while looking down at you.

>>>><<<<

You stretched your arms, you heard their voices coming from a distance. You groaned and rubbed your eyes. Your body was aching so bad that you felt like going back to sleep again. But then you remembered your plans for this night.

You got up and stepped outside the room, their voices were coming from the living room and when some of them caught your sleepy figure entering the room they sent a smile towards you.

"Y/n come eat with me. Others have already had their dinner and I will accompany you while the rest keep doing whatever they do at the moment." Yeosang called you from the table and patted the chair beside him. You were hungry but you didn't feel like eating anything because of all the emotions you had inside.

Is my decision okay?

You shook off the feeling and walked towards the table. Some returned back to discuss the topic they were busy with and the youngest of the two joined you both at the table.

"So, as we don't have a schedule this week. How about we go on a trip somewhere?" Wooyoung suggested and Yeosang nodded before urging to start eating.

Your heart ached when you heard the joy in his voice and how they were planning for the week.

"But can we not spend time inside the dorm? I don't feel like going out." Jongho whined.

"What do you say, y/n?" Yeosang asked and you glanced at him to your side but remained silent.

He shared a glance with Wooyoung before the younger one spoke up: "Hey! Do you want to stay inside or go out? We will decide after what you say."

"I......whatever you all will agree on." You mumbled softly.

"But-"

"I said whatever you guys will agree on! It doesn't matter what I say. You all will be off on your own." You stood up from the table and took deep breaths, "have fun without me. Whatever you guys do, enjoy yourself and live a happy life."

"Y/n...if-"

"Yeo I don't want to hear anything. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."

The moment you had to pass the couch where others were sitting but their attention was on you after you shouted at the table, Mingi grabbed your hand, "Are you okay?"

You glanced at the grip and to the others.

"You all are always meant for each other. The eight of you are soulmates and I'm just an extra character who acted as a villain in the group and destroyed your success with my scandal."

Hongjoong stood up, "Don't think like that. We can sort this out together."

"No. People already hate me for this and even if I try to claim myself innocent then all the fame I have already lost is never coming back. I'll still receive more hate. It wouldn't have happened if you guys really cared for me." You whispered the last line.

San scratched his neck and spoke up, "But you have us. Even if they hate you, we will show them that you are the best."

"But you don't have me. I can't do anything in return so it's better for me to move away from the scene so that you don't have a problem on your way to success. There's still a long way to go and I can't stop you all from that."

Seonghwa shook his head, "You are not stopping us. You keep us motivated, Y/n. You'll always be with us like the final missing piece of the puzzle."

"Sometimes there's an extra piece to distract you and confuse you and I'm that extra piece. You are already complete without me."

"Why are you thinking like this?" Mingi asked you softly.

"Because you all made me feel like this." You sighed and turned back but before stepping forward, you said loudly, "Just remember that even if I'm not with you all in this journey you all will move forward and achieve everything. You deserve a lot and on top of that, be happy. Don't let yourself fall apart because of a missing piece."

Your quick steps led you to your room and you fell on your bed. Cries getting muffled by the sheet and you pushed your face into it more. When you were saying those words earlier, you stood strong but deep down, your heart was heavy.

Time passed and you didn't realize when you fell asleep. A figure stepped inside your room, he smiled at your sleeping figure, his dimples peeking out even in the dark and his sharp eyes staring at you softly. He adjusted your body to a comfortable position and pulled you closer to him, lulling you to sleep. You mumbled something in your sleep and he smiled and patted your head. Soon, he fell asleep with you in his arms.

Now, this is the secret that nobody knows yet. You're dating all of them. Since the day of the debut you all found comfort in each other's arms. This can't be mentioned in the public media and nothing can be obvious if you are really dating one of them - let alone all of them. They're always so protective and showered you with love, making your heart warm and a wide smile visible on your face.

In many shows and interviews, you've referred to them as your strongest pillars of life and that you would be always thankful to them for being with you.

But lately it turned into a disaster after you all met her again after a year at the show when Minnie introduced herself to them and they became friends quickly. You didn't mind the friendship at first but when they started to blame you on whatever she tells them, they started pointing out her right proving you wrong in every aspect.

She really had to destroy your career---even your relationship with them.

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"You are here?" Yunho yawned while nodding his head and rubbed his eyes while making his way towards the table after greeting the leader. "I thought you're the one sleeping with her."

Yunho shook his head before gulping down the water, "No. San told me that he wanted to sleep with her." Hongjoong nodded and turned his attention back to the food on the table.

The rest of them soon started to gather around in the living room. Wooyoung saw San coming last into the wide space but all alone. He creased his brows and asked him, "Isn't she coming for breakfast?" He put down the plate on the table.

"It'll soon be lunch time." Jongho said and laughed. Yeah, it's true that they woke up so late that they have passed the morning and it's already noon but they're still preparing breakfast.

San, who was still rubbing his eyes, looked at him and then around the room, "She isn't here?"

"No..."

"When I woke up, she was not in the bed."

Hongjoong stood up and took the phone in his hand before watching everyone in confusion,

"Did she tell any of you where she is going today? Does she have something to do?"

He dialed your number but the line was dead.

Mingi skipped to your room to see if you had left any sticky note but nothing was there. Wait. Not even your things were there. Only a few items were there but the photo frames with a few boxes were missing too. He went back into the living room to inform the others about it. They were so lost and confused about the situation when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Jongho quickly opened it to be greeted by their manager whose appearance was more serious than usual. She walked inside and looked at everyone before sighing and sitting on the chair near her, "Have you checked your phones?"

When they shook their heads and told her that they had just woken up. She turned her phone screen around to take a look at it.

'Y/n, the member of Ateez is leaving the group...'

San snatched the phone from her hand and scrolled down the whole post only to find out the news was announced by their own company and there was also an apology letter from your side posted. So many things happened just in the morning.

"What is this? Where is she?" Hongjoong demanded a clarification of this situation from her but she only shook her head before brushing some strands of hair back.

"She has already left the place. These past few days, you were busy and didn't notice her preparing for this day so I was there to help her collect everything. I tried to change her decision, make her understand but she had already lost hope in this. She was so disturbed with the whole scandal and all."

"Can't we contact her?" Wooyoung asked her while tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.

"No. Your company has banned you from having any contact with a former member. I don't think it's good for your image."

"I don't care about my image. I want her back. How can she leave the group? And she didn't tell us anything about this the whole time..."

Seonghwa looked at the leader and sighed, "That's why she was saying things like that last night."

And now, they realized how they have ignored you all these past months just to believe that girl whom they had befriended and trusted so much that they doubted you on taking drugs and being jealous of others too much.

But their career can't be stopped here. They need to move forward on this journey - even if that means with a missing piece in their group.

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[2 years later]

"8 makes 1 team...Hello we are Ateez."

The whole audience in the arena cheered. Ateez with wide smiles and sparkling eyes were watching their fans from overseas greeting them by shouting out their names. They felt so loved at that moment that they forgot the pain inside their heart, not getting to be loved by you anymore.

They love their fans a lot but your love was the precious one and when Yeosang realized that you were not there beside him in the choreography, tears fell from his eyes. It's already been 2 years but still everytime he cries during this step where you are no longer smiling while spinning with him in the center.

The concert went for two hours and they quickly changed into some casual wear afterwards and decided on takeout for the day.

The next day, at night they planned to stroll around the city and take in the view of the new place overseas and enjoy the place. They were not given any schedules for the vlog so they were free to roam around.

"I have seen this place just across the street that has a good variety of foods. Let's try it out." Yunho stated his search for this place and others agreed quickly.

All of them entered the big glass door of the restaurant and eyes roaming around in appreciation of the new place. The things decorating the tables, shelves and each corner with the soft melody of the overflowing music with the right amount of warmth and light were a perfect setting. Many customers turned towards them, a table with four girls recognized them but the rest just watched them curiously as they were standing awkwardly until a waiter offered them a helping hand.

They opted for a table at the very end as it was a bit away from the other tables and a bit hidden by a wooden rack.

They all settled down and the waiter waited for them to order. After a lot of complaints, whines, bickers and scolding, they had decided on the menu to be ordered finally.

For the time being, they were waiting for the food to arrive. They gossiped on a lot of stuff, few scrolling through Instagram and taking aesthetic pictures of the place but they don't forget to see any update from your private account. nothing. Jongho sighed and switched off his phone.

"Here is the food!" A cheerful voice made them look up at the person with two others trailing behind her. The girl didn't look at their faces but the eight boys from around the table were staring at her. she was joking with the girl beside her while placing all the bowls down the table. the other two left her when she turned around, "is there some-"

her voice got lost in her throat when she finally locked eyes with the ones watching her intently.

"y/n. you are here."

oh. they're having tours in this country. you're so busy these past few days that you didn't notice that they have announced the tour dates. yeah, even if you have left the group and moved away to a different country, you keep yourself updated with them.

you just can't get over them and this kills you inside.

"uh...um...congratulations on the comeback."

"Why did you leave the group? You don't even contact any of us." Hongjoong asked you from just the opposite direction from where you were standing.

"Isn't it obvious that I left the group not to keep in touch with you all?"

"But why?"

"Now your group is free from scandals and under no controversy. You all are having comebacks and your fans even forgot about me and giving you all the love you guys deserve. So what's the point of me being there." You chuckled in an unamused way.

Wooyoung stood up and suddenly hugged you catching you off guard, "you don't know how much we missed you. Everyday we thought that you'll call one of us or will show up to the front door. But you totally disappeared."

"It hurt us, baby. It hurts to not wake up to your side. It hurts not to see your smiling face and you walking around the dorm. Heck! I watched all the videos of you to hear your voice." San bit his lip to prevent himself from crying.

It hurts me too...

You just curled your fingers, wanting them to stop or you might break down in front of them. You thought after joining at your friend's restaurant that you won't ever come across your past life but who knew after two years here, you would be facing them again.

Licking your lips, you pushed Wooyoung off from you and eyed him before turning to them, "but you all became used to ignoring me then why suddenly you all are acting like this."

"No it's not like that."

"Really Mingi? Are you sure you're not the person who blamed me that for me all your hard work will be gone."

The chatters around the place increased with the entry of some more customers. Little did you know, your friend noticed the current situation you were in and she told other workers to take your place and not mind anything at the end table.

Jongho glared at Mingi but still he also knew that the news got them all shattered because it was their first accusation after the debut and they knew very well the cause of any controversy regarding a group. They all feared for their dreams to be crashing down.

But they were also worried for you. They all asked you about it but you're not the outspoken type and you remained silent and refused to talk to anyone. You distanced yourself from them when they hinted their anger towards you and it really scared you.

and that girl Minnie really played her wicked games with them at their weakest moment. "I'm sorry. Please forgive us for not being there for you. We-"

"Jongho, there's nothing to forgive or forget. I had some great memories with you all and I loved every moment but for me I don't want someone's dreams to end."

You weakly smiled at them.

"But what about you? How are you?" Seonghwa asked you while he approached you and held your hands in his, he caressed the soft skin and stared down.

"Honestly, I don't even know about myself. I'm totally living a different life. People don't recognize me after dying my hair and not wearing makeup and I don't come out often to serve the customers but unfortunately today I did and...."

"And what about the......drugs?"

"Joong-"

"It's okay Hwa. He is just obeying his rules being a leader." You bit your lip when retreating the hand from the hold, "those boxes in my bag were not drugs. Those were my anxiety pills. I used label-less boxes so that people won't know about my problems but that only led to some bigger problems."

Yunho stepped forward, "you had anxiety?" You nodded.

"What caused you this? I swear y/n tell me what happened to have this happen?" He was furious and you watched his impatient hand brushed his hair back.

"Yunho.....it's you guys. You all did this to me." After voicing out the words, you stared at them blankly.

"Us?" Yeosang asked you but also to himself.

"The ignorance. The blames and accusations adding up to the online comments on my posts were stressing me out and I had a consultation with my family psychiatrist." You sighed at the end of the sentence.

San suddenly asked you, "what about your dreams, y/n? You shared so many things with me with us. You planned a whole future with us. What about that?"

"I really wanted to spend my whole life with you all. To create so many memories together but I think those will just remain as dreams because of the rumors. Even if I want to get back. I won't because it would hamper your future and dream."

"But who spread the rumors on drugs?" Hongjoong sat down and held his head.

"It's-... it's..." you bit your lips and proceeded, "it's nothing. You don't have to worry about it now. I'm out of this whole thing and you are all free from all controversial posts."

You tried to smile but the tears falling from your eyes betrayed you.

"You are not coming back to us?" Yunho held your hand, he held it so dearly as if you were a delicate person. He didn't want to let it go but still somewhere in your eyes he saw the distance between you both.

There was no sign of love from you.

"No."

Jongho came in front of your view, "but please we need you. It's no more the same feelings without you. There's really a missing piece in our life." He gulped the lump of sadness and continued, "and, It's you, y/n."

"No you are a perfect team even without me. Eight makes a perfect team like you." You looked over all of them.

"And nine makes the perfect family." Seonghwa said in a hushed voice.

You shook your head, "then work on your teamwork and make it a family. I hope you will find a better girl for yourselves."

Wooyoung pushed aside Seonghwa and cupped your cheek and Hongjoong just stood behind him, watching you keenly.

"Please, y/n don't do this to me. I got to see you after two years and...and just for you to say leave me again?"

"Woo, people might be watching."

"I don't care."

"But I care. I have to work unlike you who will go back to your country after the tour ends. I have to stay back here and face these customers again and if somehow this scene got to the media then it'll be a new situation to handle. Please, I beg you. I don't want to be in a similar situation again."

You inhaled and continued, "and this time it won't be because of me but because of you. So stop before anything happens again."

" but you can stay with us. We can move out from the dorm and stay somewhere else. Also, you don't have to be with us for the sake of being a group member but as our girlfriend." Hongjoong said the words very precisely but you just laughed at him.

"You have lost the right to call me that way before. Don't say that word again. I hate it. I don't want to stay with any of you."

"But-"

"The food is getting cold. They worked hard in preparing this."

San held your hand when you stepped back, "At Least eat with us. Last time, you didn't even eat properly with us."

"Y/n, I miss you a lot." Yeosang looked at you with a longing feeling but you just ignored it.

I miss you all too...

And I know I shouldn't...

You took deep breaths, "I'm telling this to all of you. And it's my final wish to you so please kindly keep it. Just forget about me. You all have a long way to go to achieve success. Don't get stuck in the past. Pretend I never met you all. I was never a part of your life."

San gripped your wrist tighter.

Hongjoong said in a low voice, "this is impossible for us to do. How can we forget you? How can we forget all the memories of us?"

You stared at the grip and glanced at his face. He had changed a lot in these two years and the maturity in his voice and demeanor was visible.

He stared at you helplessly and waited for your response. You removed the grip and turned around.

"Enjoy the meal!"

How can they just eat now? They all have lost their appetite after this and the way you didn't even turn back to them for the last time left them staring at your direction until you disappeared behind the door beside the desk.

You entered the door and tears slid down your cheek and whispered to yourself, "pretend I was just a missing piece of your dream."

[I just realized that I don't know how to write 9th member aus like what did I write here. It could have been better but still I tried so appreciate me🥹]

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[im-poe-dameron]

THE HEART OF A SHIP

a/n: this fic is a result of wine and rewatching the force awakens. honestly my brain always short circuits whenever oscar isaac comes on screen. so i had to do something. it was meant to be small, but i literally couldn't stop writing so it became this. it's an idea that has been lingering in my head for awhile, i just had to let it simmer for a bit. and now it's fully cooked.

summary: you and poe were inevitable. two asteroids set on a course to crash into one another. a celestial event that would happen whether you wanted it or not. you just never expected it to happen so soon.

word count: 3.4k+

pairing: poe dameron x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, alcohol consumption, love confessions sort of??, poe being romantic as fuck, p in v sex, guided masturbation, biting, sex in an x-wing, sex in a public place, unedited but we live and die by the fucking pen.

Intoxicating.

That was the only way you’d describe him. The only word that ever did him justice. He was the human embodiment of an Antakarian Fire Dancer. You got hammered on it one year after two glasses of the amber liquid, proceeding to forget half the night yet eager for more. Nothing could describe the man before you better. It simply wouldn’t do him justice. He was the itch beneath your skin that you could never satisfy, the reason you stood there now.

A glass of that amber liquid in both hands.

He’d disappeared from the celebration. An hour in from congratulations and happy faces, you watched him leave when no one was looking. And you did nothing to stop it. You knew he wasn’t one to relish in the joys of battle well done. Always intent on focusing towards the next thing—the next fight. It’s how you knew Leia would make him General, why he was so good at leading, at keeping the people he loved safe.

“Leaving without saying goodbye is rude, you know.”

He jumped slightly where he stood, his back to you, a holopad in one hand and a tool in the other. Of course he’d be here, fixing his X-Wing in silence. His own little ritual. You couldn’t count how many times you found him here after a fight, finalizing the last few checks before he caught some sleep. If he slept at all. Poe always seemed to be on the move no matter the time of day—a constant in the Resistance even when everyone else seemed to have lost faith.

“I said goodbye,” he joked, head turning slightly to see you come around, the holopad getting traded for a glass. “Just couldn’t see you in the crowd.”

You smiled. “You’re a shit liar Dameron.”

“I know.” He took a sip, winced, and laughed—the sound practically lighting you up inside. Igniting you like a fucking lightsaber.

“What’s the damage report?” 

“Nothing I can’t fix.” He glanced back at the scraped up hunk of metal he loved more than anything. The amount of care he put into keeping her going was admirable—if a little insane at times.

But he was right. The damage was nothing he couldn’t fix.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” The smile still played on your lips, eyes alight and aiming to start something you wanted him to finish.

Poe caught onto it quicker than you expected. He could see it before you followed him out of the celebration. A promise that lingered in the air from months of longing looks and timid words. Something inevitable and real. So much so that you were willing to bet everything that he felt exactly the same way you did.

You wanted each other. That was clear from day one. But doing something about it became difficult when war was a constant and lives were put in peril on the daily. Poe didn’t want to leave you broken beyond repair if he never made it back. Just as you didn’t want to do the same to him.

The fucked up thing about it though was Poe would mourn you either way. He’d live his life half a man if you never graced him with your presence again. If you weren’t around to smile at him from across rooms and laugh at his shitty jokes. He was pretty sure he’d already started. Being away from you was like a poison he constantly had to take, a pain he didn’t want to endure. And if it were up to him…he’d choose you every time.

No matter the consequences.

“You ever been in an X-Wing before?” he asked, trying to see past the bits and pieces of the ache that hurt you both.

You rolled your eyes and Poe felt his chest tighten. “You know I haven’t. I’m not pilot material.”

“Sounds like bantha shit to me starlight.”

The name you’d heard so many times before echoed differently to you now. You wanted to break through its meaning and find the promise within. The antidote to this fucking ache that stuck to your chest. You wanted to rip it out and grind it up. You wanted to finally take what you desired, relish in the feel of calling him yours without the pain of knowing what came next. The both of you were trying to save your emotions—protect yourselves—but there was no use.

Poe had found a home in your heart and he was there to stay.

“Come with me.”

When it came to him you had no choice but to listen, following dutifully behind in a haze of want. He climbed up the ladder on the side of his ship, plopping down into the seat with the grace of a pilot who’d done it a million times before. The movement now muscle memory at this point. Whereas you clambered up—buzzed on one drink—nearly falling into the cockpit. He grabbed your arm at the last minute, helping you slowly maneuver your way in, until you were perched on this lap.

The seat was barely big enough to fit him let alone you as well. And yet…you’d never felt more comfortable. He pulled you back slightly, hands pressed to your hips, chest snugly placed against your back. With every intake and exhale of breath, you felt him move. Felt his body shift. If you focused, you knew you would be able to feel his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump you’d grown accustomed to.

“Now—“ He precariously balanced his glass on the dash. “Your hands go here.” Covering your hands with his, he showed you how he’d position himself if he were flying. The cold touch of the buttons and knobs beneath your fingers sent electricity up your spine. “These are to shoot.” Another shift. “And this is to aim.”

You sucked in a breath. “Seems complicated.”

“Not at all.” His fingers slid up your arm, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You tried to remember how to take a single breath. “You just have to understand how the ship works. How she moves, what she likes.”

Your breath hitched, body leaning into him more, and finally you felt it. The wall holding both of you back crumbled to the ground. All that remained now was the will to finally do something about it. So you let his hands guide you, watching in anticipation as they moved to your own body, pressing your palms into your stomach.

“There’s always a heart of a ship,” he murmured, moving your hand down. “A pilot guiding the way.”

“Poe…”

"After all, we've got to guide the ship back home." A soft whimper left your lips, your nails digging into the meat of your thighs to contain yourself. If the cockpit of his ship wasn't so fucking small, you had no doubt you'd be spread on his lap, lips connected to his already.

He grinned, his lips brushing across the back of your neck. “For me…” He stopped right above the hem of your pants, your fingers aching to finally delve down further. “That’s always been you.”

The alcohol had all but burned out of your system from how warm you were. His touch guiding yours seemed to have lit something in the base of your stomach, causing it to spread outwards. And you needed more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed your hand beneath the coarse fabric of your pants. The feeling of him cupping your mound—using you all the while—sent a jolt across your body; a soft moan falling free past your lips.

“Maker starlight,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re so fucking wet.”

He wasn't wrong. You could feel yourself dripping the longer he spoke, his words affecting you more than you anticipated. Ever since you first met, Poe always held a power over you. A reminder that no matter how many times you tried to rid yourself of him, no matter what you did...he would remain burned into your soul. He'd be part of you until you drew your final breath in this galaxy.

"It's cause of you," you gasped, your fingers and his sliding through your slick. Running along the lips of your cunt, skimming past your clit entirely. "Oh—"

The scrape of his teeth along your neck nearly did you in entirely, the plea hanging off the tip of your tongue in anticipation. He was toying with you. Playing you like a fucking instrument and listening to your melody. Drowning in the sounds you made—the ones he dreamed of. If there was a life after this, a fated place he could go to rest, he'd want it to be here. Crammed into this cockpit with you on his lap, the feel of you sliding through his fingers and the echo of your voice breathing his name sweeter than the alcohol you had handed him earlier.

Poe would do whatever he could to make this moment last just a minute longer.

"Need you."

He kissed the junction where your neck and shoulder met, fingers still guiding yours through your own heat. "I know you do starlight. But you're gonna cum for me like this first." Your sweet little gasp ripped him a part. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to stave off nearly coming in his pants. "Let me guide you."

You nodded and spread your legs as wide as they could go in the cramped space. It wasn't very far, nor did it give him space to do what he really wanted to do to you, but it would have to do for now. The noise of the celebration in the distance only grew louder as people consumed more alcohol, the joy bleeding into the air. But you couldn't give a shit at that moment about why they were happy, or even what occurred before today.

You were lost to the depths that Poe pulled you into.

Heat spilled between your fingertips, a sticky mess starting between the two of you, but that seemed to only drive him forward. He pressed down, sliding your fingers into you with ease, his delving in right beside you—stretching you in a way that had your back arching. Wrapped his arm around your waist, he kept you still, his chin set on your shoulder and chest heaving with controlled breaths. A way for him to keep the last bits of his sanity as he felt your walls clamp around his fingers.

"Fuck baby," he grit between clenched teeth. "You really did need me huh?"

Nodding, you felt him press even further, fingers searching for something.

"You're gonna make a mess on me." Pumping his hand, he felt your body shudder—your mouth falling open as a ragged moan echoed in the ship. "Gonna take me so easily. I'll slip right in."

You burned from the inside out. A searing heat pulling tight across your body until you could nothing but fall into it. There was no fighting against that aching bliss, no running from what you wanted, what you dreamed of. Poe was intent on breaking you apart right there on his lap, and he'd watch with a smile on his face as you spilled yourself between the rough pads of his fingers. As you made a fucking mess on his lap.

"C'mon baby," he muttered, curling his fingers forward and nudging against something blinding. You cried out, hand grasping at his wrist to either pull him away or keep him right there. You couldn't tell at this point. And he smiled. "Is that it?" Rubbing against the spongy patch along your walls, he felt your entire body lock up, a whimpered sob breaking from your chest. "Yeah. That's fucking it."

You tried to warn him, his name a garbled echo of nonsensical letters on your tongue. But he already knew. His hand sped up, practically pushing your fingers out of the way as he gave you everything you wanted. Poe was certain that he wanted this more than you, that deep down he needed to know that you came because of him. That he was capable of turning you into a sobbing mess.

The echo of his pained grunt was loud in your ears, his hips pressing up into you to relieve the pressure of need he felt, and that's what did it. The knowledge that he was as gone as you were. That he had always wanted you.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers, a splintered moan falling past your parted lips as the pleasure spilled over. And he buried his face into your neck, a broken sound of his own muffled by your warm skin. He fought against finishing, biting into your shoulder as he worked you through your release. Adamant to make this last for you—to drag you to the Maker and back with a sated smile on your face.

Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, pleasure bleeding into pain, and you dragged his hand away. A breathless sigh of his name shooting right to his cock.

Without knowing it you had broken him for anyone else. Obliterated his ability to ever see someone the way he saw you.

You and your beauty. Your ability to render him speechless, breathless, and at your fucking mercy. For so long he was the ship lost in space with no sense of direction to lead him back to something real, a purpose. But then you settled into his heart. You became his pilot, guiding him through the never-ending void of space. You kept him afloat even as the weight of the galaxy threatened to drag him down, happy to watch him crash and burn in as so many others had done before.

"That was new," you giggled, hand reaching back to run through his hair.

He smiled, his heart twisting in his chest and fingers still covered in your slick coming to grip at your hips. "To think..." Pressing your ass down against his hard cock, he felt the breath hitch in your chest. "We could have been doing this the whole time."

"W-What a loss," you breathed, that now familiar all encompassing need filling your veins once more.

As if he knew your body so well already, he began to pull at your pants, helping you strip yourself to the best of your ability. The soft clinking of his belt echoed loudly in the cockpit and for a moment you were sure that people in the distance could hear it. But that thought quickly left your mind the second you felt the hot skin of his cock pressing against your lower back—his precum wet and sticky now smeared against your skin. Saliva filled your mouth, the ache pulling at your chest, clawing its way to the surface.

You didn't simply want him. That was too small of a word to explain the feeling in your body. You breathed for him. You lived for him. Poe was the blood that streamed in your veins, the reason your heart beat the way it did. Because it beat for him.

"Say you want this," he grunted, grinding against your skin, his fingers digging in harder than before. Until blood nearly pricked at the surface.

"Yes." The word was out of your mouth before he could even finish speaking. "Maker, I've wanted this for so long."

A growl hit your ears, his nose pressed into your back as he lifted you slightly, and you felt like you would rip to shreds if he didn't hurry. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, sliding into you with slippery ease. And you pressed back against him, desperate to feel him sink into you fully. To be stretched out around his cock. Poe choked on his breath when your warm heat encompassed his throbbing length so suddenly, nearly throwing him off the edge entirely.

"Fuck starlight. You're gonna have to give me a second."

Your lips curled up into a grin. "Yes, General."

For a moment Poe could only process the breaths he took, the word entering his already blank mind. It wasn't until a searing heat shot up his spine at the sound of his title leaving your lips, did he fully understand. His hips pushed up into you, forcing him to sink just a bit deeper. You clutched at the side of the ship, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. The position had him pressing right along your walls, the underside of his cock grinding blissfully against you.

"I used to think you had no idea." He pushed you up slightly until his cock was halfway out and he glanced down, moaning at the sight of him covered in your slick. Only to pull you back down hard. Your choked cry was like music to his ears. "Didn't know what you do to me. How my whole fucking body belonged to you."

"Poe—"

He repeated the movement, smiling at the noises that came free. "But I was wrong."

A pressure quickly built in the base of your stomach, threatening to destroy you. And you chased it. Meeting his thrusts, you fucked yourself on his cock, hands pressed to the dash in front of you and back arched to find the perfect angle that made your toes curl in your boots. Ragged breaths filled the space, accompanied by broken moans and stunted grunts. Each one louder than the last as you both took and took and took, until the very edge of bliss mounted in your bodies.

He gripped the back of your neck, hand fisting at your hair as he pulled you back roughly against his chest. And you fell into it. Whining his name when he grinded up slowly, your walls clamped down around his cock. You could barely see straight through the burn of tears that glazed your eyes, a fucked out expression painted perfectly on your face. And Poe wished he could see you from where he was, catch a glimpse of the way your eyes rolled back, neck on display for him to bite.

"You know exactly what you do to me, starlight." His mouth fell open in a silent moan when his balls drew up painfully, cock throbbing along your walls. He quickly shoved his hand into your slick, fingers locating your clit with ease.

"Maker—" You heard him bite out your name like a prayer he couldn't get out fast enough. A plea for you to give him everything you had, everything that made you who you were. "I'm— Fuck I-I'm—"

"Yes," he groaned, using his other hand to cup your chin and pull your lips to his. Finally kissing you after years of dreaming it would happen. "Fucking give it to me baby."

His tongue licked into your mouth, swallowing every sound you made with ease. The feel of his lips against yours shoved you towards your release. A muffled cry of his name echoing in his mouth as your body went taut, thighs quaking as you gushed on his cock. He choked, mouth open and panting against yours, following you instantly and spilling into your cunt—filling you until you were sure it was dripping out of you and gathering at the base of him.

"Yours," he sighed against your lips, thumb running along the top of your cheek. "'M yours."

The twist of your heart brought you down from your high, your eyes fluttering open as he stared at your kiss swollen lips, the way his spit smeared along your bottom one. You expected him to take it back once he slipped out of you. Surely this was nothing but a dream, a moment in time that may never happen again. But in his eyes you saw devotion. You saw the inevitable future that was always bound to happen.

"Me too."

He smiled, nose brushing against yours. "Guess we're stuck with each other starlight."

"That doesn't sound too bad to me, General."

He tsked under his breath, fingers coming to grip your chin—brown eyes flashing up to meet your gaze. "You're causing trouble."

You grinned, grinding on his softened cock that was still buried deep in you. "And if I am?"

The feeling of his cock twitching inside you, slowly growing hard with interest. "Hands on the controls baby." He nipped at your bottom lip. "You know what to do."

A soft flutter filled your stomach as you followed his direction. Taking the lead in a dance that you were now familiar with. With Poe everything came with ease, as if you'd gone through it with him hundreds of times over. And guiding him home was just the beginning.

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super big congratulations on 4k!! you deserve it <3

i was wondering if you could write a gn! reader x price with the prompt "Hey, it's okay, I got you. You're alright, you're okay." it doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic; whatever feels best for you!!

Thank you so much and congratulations!

YOU’RE ALIVE (Price x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; Car accident, implied situationship w/ Price, moderate injuries, flashbacks, near panic attack, open ending.]

YOU DON’T REMEMBER the events that lead up to you in a hospital bed, a cast fitted around your arm, a brace on your knee, a bandage around your skull, and only God knows how many stitches and bandages in random assortments. You can’t forget the numeral wires and tubes attached to you, too. Oh, and the ear-bleeding beeping. John sits next to you in a chair—he’s your… friend, of sorts. You aren’t really sure what to call what you two have going on.

You look at him, slumped in the visitors chair he’s pulled up beside your bed, his arms crossed and his legs spread; his neck is bent at an awkward angle and you know it’s going to ache whenever he awakens. John looks quite tired—he’s looked tired and stressed the entire time he’s been in the hospital room with you. Stressing over you, like a worried hu—…. you shouldn’t think about that. Suddenly the ceiling looks far more appealing to stare at, rather than the beautiful gentleman who is willingly staying at your bedside, despite your exhausted attempts to have him get some proper rest.

You glance over at him—envious of how he’s able to sleep right now. Hm. Honestly, you know John would be awake with you if he had the energy. The only reason why you’re awake is your stitches itch, and the only reason why he’s asleep is because you did not wake up for four days after you passed out at the scene of a car accident you were apparently in; an accident you don’t remember too well. You barely even remember what you had for breakfast that morning; cereal of some kind, maybe? Eggs? You don’t know.

“You were on the way to work, love.” You remember John telling you. You remember the tense expression, the firmness of his eyebrows. The frown of his lip, the way he amusingly resembled a quokka in the moment. You were also apparently on the phone with John at the same time, so whatever happened, he heard all of it. The details from your own memory are fuzzy—your doctors concluded your amnesia is temporary, so they gave you the choice of remembering it yourself or having them tell you. You opted in for the first option.

It was coming back to you in bits and pieces. Small moments where you feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, you think you hear glass shattering in the distance; your heart begins to race at different moments. You aren’t sure what to make of it—until now.

“I’m not excited for this meeting.” You whined, your eyes were glued to the road. Your phone is bluetooth connected to your car’s system so you can talk with John and have both of your hands on the wheel. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, honey. Surely it’s just about budgets like last month.” John hums through the speakers of your car. You sigh, turning on your windshield wipers as it’s pouring out, obscuring your vision a bit.

“It’s raining pretty hard, how do the roads look?” He asks, a bit of rustling coming from John’s end. He’s probably reading a book or looking out from the curtains. “I’m driving slower than normal, visibility isn’t the greatest..” You admit, letting out a breath, slowing the car down once again. “..I was sliding a bit, thinking it’s time I get some new wheels.” John hums in agreement. “Definitely. Please be safe, love.” You chuckled glancing around the road, furrowing your eyebrows when the double yellow line seems to fade. “I’m trying my best, Jo—“

You’re suddenly being jostled around violently after a big impact from your front, your seatbelt digging into your skin as something launches your car off to the side. “SHIT—“ You scream, attempting to stop the car, but the rain causes you to slide across the road. Something hits you from the back and you feel you physically feel yourself lift in your seat—and then you’re fading in and out. You wake up with wetness against your face, pain in your ribs, your arm, your skull—

You let out a choked sob as there’s ringing in your ears and your eyes refuse to focus—but you can tell you’re upside down. You see a pair of legs sprinting towards you through your broken side window, and you aren’t really register what’s happening. You blink and the person is try to pry the door open frantically. You still don’t hear them; it’s almost like a silent movie.

The door gives, the flipped car jostling from the force used to pry it open. You blink and fuck—It’s John. His eyes are wide and his jaw is tense, shaky hands. He’s grabbing the sides of your head, forcing you to keep your head still—his lips are moving but you can’t hear him. You sob and you try to reach up to touch him, and he lets you. Your eyes look at your own hand as it’s caked in your own blood, causing you to inhale shakily. This isn’t happening. The pain starts sitting you harder, a pulsing in the side of your head.

“Hey—“ John’s voice suddenly cuts through and you blink, and you’re back in the hospital room. You’re breathing hard and fast, causing your chest to ache more than it already does. His hands are cupping your cheeks like he was in the flipped car, and you let out a panicked sob; your machines make loud beeping noises in retaliation. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you. You’re alright, you’re okay..” John quickly murmurs, his thumbs gently wiping your tears away. “Focus on my voice, okay? You’re alright. You’re in the hospital, love.”

You sniffle and nod, shakily inhaling once again as you try to calm your panicked lungs and struggling heart, your good hand coming up and gently grasping his wrist. “I-I was flipped over—“ You choke out, which John quickly meets with soft shushing and a kiss between your eyebrows. “I know, honey. I know. I got you, you’re safe now.” You nod, choking out another whimper as you lean into his touch—because John’s right. He has you; you’re safe, he’s the one who got to you first. You’re sure you’ll want to ask him how he found you so fast later, but all you want to do right now and feel him and hear him. Because you’re alive.

[leighsartworks216]

Prompt for whenever you want it: the reader grew up in a household where she wasn't allowed to be very feminine/like cute things. Her family was adamant that she be tough and that anything remotely feminine or pretty would be wasted on her. So she secretly likes cute and pretty things, but has internalized all the things her family told her so she never let's it show. I would love to see astarion pick up on it and how he would react? I just imagined one day he presents her with a delicate handkerchief with her initials (he embroidered them himself) and I practically bawled my eyes out 😭😭😭

Idk why I really struggled to write this one. I just had a hard time starting it. So I'd write an opening, hate it, leave it for a bit, come back, leave it again. But I finally got it to a point that I am happy with it

Astarion x fem!Tav/Reader

Warnings: vague references to trauma, self-doubt, swearing

Word Count: 1,041

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One gets quite good at reading people when that’s all you did for 200 years. Someone would twitch and Astarion could know exactly what they were thinking. Reading you was as easy as opening a book.

Every time you passed a market or merchant, Astarion could see the way your eyes flit longingly over jewelry or dresses. It was always brief. If the vendor noticed, they’d try pitching the item to you; the same old lines: “A beautiful necklace for a beautiful lady!” But you just smiled politely and shook your head, muttering how it wasn’t your style.

It was curious. Throughout your journey so far, he’d noticed other things, too. How you’d save the most beautiful, feminine dresses for your female companions. At first he just thought you wanted to give them something nice, but it was odd when you’d provide them an item much more suited to your strengths than their own. How your eyes would linger a little longer on flowers and lace gloves. But the moment you felt eyes on you, you’d turn away, the distant longing gleam in your eye replaced with a set determination.

He’d even caught you staring at the embroidery on his clothes once or twice.

(“Distracted, are we?”

“I was only wondering what it says. An odd poem for a shirt.”

“Hmph. Clearly it’s meaning is lost on you, darling.”)

So, with 200 years of experience, Astarion came to the only conclusion he could plausibly find. He accounted for your own attire - masculine or purely functional - your steadfast avoidance of anything feminine, the sorrow that visibly washed over you when you came across something particularly beautiful.

You didn’t allow yourself these things, because you couldn’t.

Well, you could, he supposed. But you weren’t. Perhaps, like him, you felt you didn’t deserve it. Or perhaps, like him, it had been ingrained into your very being that you couldn’t have it. Either way, the result was the same.

He wasn’t honestly sure what came over him when he realized. And it had taken him a few days to think about the idea that formulated unbidden, itching at the back of his mind in a way that put the tadpole to shame. But one night, after feeding (on you and a boar), he sat within his tent and got to work. He threaded the eyes of needles with practiced ease, steadily guided it back and forth through the material in his hands, creating elegant shapes. If he was being honest, it was some of his best work.

It took him even longer to gather the nerves to give it to you. You handed out gifts freely - armor, weapons, trinkets, blood. But he’d… well, he’d never really given anyone a gift before. Nothing as genuine as this, certainly. His mind, his own worst enemy aside from Cazador, kept plaguing him with thoughts of how you’d hate it. How you’d take one look at it, struggle through a smile, and tuck it away at the bottom of your bag. And so it remained in his belongings, safely hidden.

And then you just had to go and be so damn good. You just had to stand up to Araj Oblodra when she kept insisting he drink from her. You just had to quietly tell him that he could, if he wanted to, but only if he wanted to. And you just had to respect his choice. He’d never been so overwhelmed with emotion before. Nobody had ever done that for him. His choices didn’t matter, his comfort didn’t matter. But you didn’t even hesitate.

When you sought him out at camp later that night, you even told him he was free. No longer a slave who had to get on his back for mere breadcrumbs. Too many emotions - relief, fear, euphoria, worry, gratefulness - flooded his chest.

He cleared his throat. “There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to give you,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. “Consider it a… thanks, for what you did for me back there.”

He pulled the neat, white handkerchief from his pocket and presented it to you. Red eyes flit over your face, trying to read every little expression that passed, as you stared at the cloth. On the corner, embroidered in the same golden thread as he used on his shirt, were your initials. Immaculate and shiny.

Your mouth opened. Your eyes were wide, your brow furrowed and then raised. You struggled for words. You met his eyes with shock. “A-Are you sure? I mean, this is much too fine for me - I was happy to stand up for you - Not that you needed any help! I mean-”

“Darling,” he hushed. So you did enjoy it, after all. “It’s a gift. Consider it repayment for all the nights you’ve bared your neck for me, if nothing else. A simple exchange.”

A dying sound left your throat with a breath as you looked back down at the handkerchief. With shaky hands, you took it from him. You held it as though it was a religious artifact from the gods, not a folded square of soft silk with lace borders. It had the same smooth feel as running your fingers over the surface of still water. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes as you ran a thumb over the letters.

“I…” You took a shaky breath, looking up at him again through the building water in your eyes. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”

He smirked, though your blatant joy made his lips twitch into the start of a genuine smile. “You… deserve something nice. Something more than, well,” he gestured vaguely at your worn cotton attire, “this.”

You laughed and brushed away the tears beginning to slip down your cheeks with the back of your hands. “You’re still a bastard.”

“Oh, undoubtedly.”

“But a nice bastard.”

“Careful, darling.” He leaned forward with an even wider smirk, fangs peeking out as a mischievous twinkle glinted in his eye. “We wouldn’t want word getting out.”

And if he caught sight of that little cloth poking out from a pocket or resting at the top of your bag, well maybe he let himself enjoy that warmth in his chest.

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[babybluebex]

bad idea, right? | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? // aka your ex joseph conveniently texts you to come over just as you're missing him, and who can say no to those eyes? pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader tags: SMUT (minors dni), thigh riding, teasing, confessions of love, bareback (USE A CONDOM IRL PLEASE!!!), no ejaculation (it's ok, you'll see, just read it) author’s note: i am BACK with a new joe fic, i have been thinking about him NONSTOP ever since miss olivia dropped this song, and it's taken me forever to write this but here we are :) enjoy! follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified whenever i post new fics!

This was such a bad idea. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. It was the worst idea, one of the worst things you have maybe ever done. That bar wasn’t set too high, but the point remained. It was stupid and bad, and you just shouldn’t be doing it. And yet, here you are. 

You had been out drinking with your friends, ironically trying to get over Joseph. He was a good man— good enough, at least— and had been a relatively good boyfriend to you, but he was different than everyone else and was itching for more than you were, a family and a life and shit, and you had just wanted to have fun with him, so you had broken it off with him. The breakup had initially happened a few months ago, but your friends had never been able to drag you out of your flat and to a bar until then. There was nothing to mourn, you tried to tell them. We just wanted different things and split amicably, there’s no bad blood there that I need to drink to get over. 

Around 11 o’clock or so, your phone buzzed on the bar top, and you glanced down to see a text from a number that your phone didn’t recognize, but you knew all too well. I’m lonely, it said. Would you like to come over? 

Your friends were absorbed in their conversation, so you put down your vodka soda and typed out a reply. Joe, you know that’s a bad idea. 

I moved. Do you need my new address? 

You sighed. Yeah, I do. 

There was something about Joseph that you couldn’t place, but it made him irresistible. He was magnetic, he was charismatic, he was attractive and funny and kind, he was everything, but he just wasn’t what you wanted or needed for your relationship. He wanted kids; you didn’t. That was it. He was so irresistible, though, that there was no question about the fact that you would wreck your plans to see him. 

“Hey, I gotta go,” you told your friends, and they all booed and awed and asked what was going on. 

“Wait,” one of your friends started. “Are you going to see Joe?”

You scoffed, in a way that you hoped conveyed how crazy you thought that was. “No,” you said. “My social battery just ran out all of the sudden. Long day at work, and I’ve got another long one tomorrow and… You know how it is.” 

“Alright,” your friend said with a pout. “Be safe, alright? Let us know when you get home.” 

You agreed and, with a few hugs and kisses, you went on your way. Joseph had texted you his new address and you plugged it into your Uber app, and, the whole ride there, your leg was jiggling and you were nervous. It was just Joe, it wasn’t like you were going to meet some random guy you met online (although Joe had started out as some random Hinge match). You had dated him for two years, you knew him, so why were you nervous? 

He was grinning at you when you reached his place on the second floor, an easy sort of smile that you remembered loving. “Hi,” he said softly, reaching out for you, and you took his hands, smiling back at him. 

“Hey,” you said. “So, this is your new place, right?”

“Yeah,” Joseph said with a shrug. “It’s not much, but it’s alright.” 

You stepped inside and set down your bag next to the door, along with your jacket and shoes, and you examined the front room. The new flat was definitely smaller than the one you had shared together, the kitchen all smushed up next to the den, with the smallest hallway leading down to the bathroom and bedroom, and you settled on the couch easily. “I like it,” you said, your eyes going to his bookcase next to his television. A biography of Caracalla sat open, and you shook your head. “It’s cute. Very you.” 

“Thank you, love,” Joseph said. He sat down beside you and put his arm along the back of the couch behind you, and you inched a little closer to him. 

“Isn’t it a little… Silly?” you started, and you began to chew on your lip. 

“What is?” Joseph asked. 

“This dumb little dance we have to do,” you said. “Like we both don’t know why I’m here. We have to pretend, like, ‘Oh, I like your apartment’, ‘Oh, how have you been’, y’know?” 

“Well, we don’t have to pretend,” Joseph said. “We can just… Get started.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “But I don’t wanna, like, just come over and fuck and leave.”

“So…” Joseph started. “You want genuine small talk?”

You shrugged. “I guess,” you said. “How have you been?”

“Honestly,” Joseph started. “Pretty bad. I’m so used to coming home and having you here, I find myself so lonely and bored and… I don’t know. It’s been a few months, I thought I’d get over… Whatever this is.”

“That’s alright,” you said. “I’ve been missing you a lot too. I miss our old apartment… The bathtub was so nice and big.” 

“Yeah,” Joseph chuckled. “You remember when we took a bubble bath together and lit candles? That was nice.”

“Yeah,” you agreed wistfully. It went quiet then, both of you trying to avoid the obvious, and you finally sighed. “This is a bad idea, right?” 

“Probably,” Joseph said. You looked over at him to find him already looking at you with those damned chocolate puppy eyes, and you tilted your head a bit, your eyes lingering on his lips. That’s something that you missed about him; he was a damn good kisser. 

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you said quickly, and you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His arm around your shoulders dragged you close to him, and he kissed you back, letting his lips mold against yours. You moaned softly, taking in the familiar taste of him, and you shuffled to sit across his lap. His hands went to their usual spots in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing and kneading your ass as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you raked your fingers through his hair. You don’t remember him doing his hair across his forehead like this the last time you saw him, but maybe he did, but it really didn’t matter. He was hot as fuck, and he wanted you. 

“Fuck,” Joseph whispered as he broke the kiss. His focus went to your smooth neck, kissing and lightly sucking and making you moan again, and his hands drifted out of your back pockets and went to the front of your pants, popping the button open with ease. “Pretty girl…” he mumbled, and you giggled as he started to edge your pants down. The angle was awkward, definitely, and you shuffled to stand up and take down your pants. Joseph dipped down on the couch a little to pull off his sweatpants (grey, soft, the kind you once told him make his dick look good), and he discarded them to the side as you straddled one of his big thighs. This was always one of his favorite things, having you ride his thigh, and he looked gleeful when he realized that that’s what you were doing. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, and you smiled, flexing your hips down and starting to drag yourself along his hard thigh. 

“I remember you liked this,” you told him, and Joseph’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, letting his head fall back as you started up a rhythm, letting yourself glide along his leg. He mumbled and cursed, his big hands falling to your hips, but he didn’t control you; he was just holding you, feeling you, loving on you. 

“I do,” he mumbled. “God… Yes, sweet girl, just like that.” 

You whimpered as your clit brushed your stretched panties, and Joseph looked up, a sly smile on his lips. You loved when he watched you, and you made sure to move your body smoothly— all the better of a show for him. “Yeah,” he mumbled, biting his plush bottom lip. “That feel good?” 

You hummed out a positive sound, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through his jumper. “God, Joey,” you sighed, and you lilted your head to watch him as his eyelashes fluttered and he sighed with you. "Missed you."

"I missed this too," Joseph said. "Take off your panties, I wanna feel you."

You couldn't help but oblige him, and you lifted yourself from his leg and stripped off your modest underwear (you weren't exactly thinking ahead when you got dressed to go out, and you certainly weren't expecting Joe to text you). The feel of his warm skin on your pussy made your stomach swim with butterflies, and you put your hands on the back of his neck, just at where the curls ended. God, those curls. You pulled him into a kiss and moaned into his mouth, and you tugged on his curls to make him whine.

"Don't tease me, baby," he told you in a low voice, and you smiled and continued on your path, absolutely set on teasing him now. Your hips slowed, and you nestled your mouth right in the crook of his neck, setting soft kisses on his skin. "Oh, fuck, you're an evil woman, did you know that?"

"Yeah, well," you shrugged noncommittally, and Joe grabbed you around your waist and pulled you off of him. Roughly— rougher than usual?— he pushed you down onto the couch, and he settled himself on top of you, his thick thighs caging you in. You watched greedily as he righted himself and stripped off his jumper, exposing the little soft hairs on his chest; now, without the baggy jumper, you could fully see his hardening cock, rising to lay against his tummy.

"Like what you see?" Joe chuckled lightly, and you realized just how hard you had been staring at him.

"How could I not?" you asked. You reached out for his cock, taking his length in your hand, and you stroked him easily, base to tip, squeezing when you got closer to his balls— just the way he liked. He hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as his eyes grew three times their size, and you smiled.

"Thought you'd've forgotten about that," Joe laughed breathlessly, and he edged back on the couch, aligning his hips with yours. Apparently, it seemed as if speed was the name of the game tonight, and it almost hurt your heart to think that he just wanted to hook up with you. You knew that coming to his place wouldn't end with a reconfession of love and for him begging for you to stay, but it stung to know that he was just trying to get you out as quickly as possible.

"I could never forget," you said, hoping that he could see through your words and see your teary eyes, hear your thick throat, feel your loss. You loved him, and the breakup hurt, but it was better being apart. But was it really?

"I wouldn't want you to," Joe told you, and he pursed his lips for a moment before he spit down onto your pussy. "You think I can ever forget you?"

You lined up the head of his cock with your hole, watching as he throbbed in your hand, and he sank his hips forward. The feel of the stretch had you gasping, and you moaned as he slid inside you, nestling perfectly. "Hey," Joe said firmly, and you looked up from the show to see him earnestly staring down at you, his eyes... Wet? Tearful? "You don't think I could ever forget you, do you?" he asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

"Not now, Joe," you mumbled.

"Yes, now," Joe insisted.

"You're inside me," you protested, and Joe gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly as he began to fuck you. The pleasure made your breath hitch, and Joe buried his face in your neck, kissing the slender column of your throat.

"We can talk and fuck at the same time," Joe said. "God knows we've done worse and fucked at the same time."

"But talk about this?" you asked. "Joey—"

"I can't sleep without you," he said softly. "Every time I wake up alone, my first thought is that you're using the toilet and that you'll be right back. I can hardly relax without your feet in your side... You really did take up the whole of the bed."

"Joe—" you started again, but he shook his head, his curls thwipping you in the face.

"And I can't eat," he continued. "I miss your cooking, and what's the point of eating anyway if you're not gonna steal bits of it off my plate?"

"Don't say that," you frowned. You were still acutely aware of his cock inside you, ebbing and flowing with the movement of your bodies, but, slowly, you came to realize exactly what this was. Maybe this was a reconfession of love. Maybe he would beg for you to stay. Maybe he was more than lonely tonight, and was just rushing the sex to get to the part where he asked you to come back to him. "That's not... Fair. I'm doing better without you."

"What a lie," Joe chuckled mirthlessly. "You're not wearing your favorite going-out dress, you're not even wearing mascara. You didn't want to leave the house tonight, but you did. Why?"

"My friends dragged me out," you said.

"Exactly," Joe said. "You'd rather stay home and rot in bed, because you're just as miserable without me as I am without you. Admit it, we were so good together, don't you want that again?"

"Joe," you started. "We broke up because you wanted kids, and I didn't. That's not something you can compromise on, that's not a conversation you can table for later. We broke up because we wanted different things, and that's okay."

"But I want you back," Joe said. "I need you back. Please, we can compromise on this. We can... Fuck, I don't know, we can get a cat. Or a puppy, or a lizard, or whatever the fuck it takes for you to come back to me."

Before you could say more, your phone buzzed in your purse on the floor just by your head, and you sighed as you reached for it, any distraction welcome. Your friend was texting you: Make it home ok?

Yeah, you answered quickly. Going to sleep. Talk tomorrow xx.

"Joe," you started. "I... I only see you as a friend now. I don't think I can return to what we had."

"That's the biggest lie you've ever said," Joe told you. "If I was just a friend, would you have come over tonight?"

"Yes!" you said. "Because I'm a good friend! You said you were lonely, and I wanted to come help—"

"Oh, God, there was an undertone, and you know that," Joe cringed. "Don't act like you didn't know exactly what this was."

"Fuck," you mumbled. "Joe, I— Can we wait until we're done fucking?"

Joe sighed and, setting his jaw, angled his hips back and pulled out. He went in search of his clothes quietly, and you did the same, and, as you were zipping up your trousers, you said, "I guess I just don't... Don't see how we can have what we had. Not now, not knowing that we want our futures to be so different."

"We don't have to have what we had," Joe said. "We can have something completely new. We can make something entirely different, entirely our own, whatever we want. Please?"

You looked up from your jeans to see him looking at you. He had shaved his facial hair down to nothing, and you frowned to look at it. "I hate the way you do your hair now," you mumbled. "And I wish you'd grow your mustache back out."

Joe shrugged. "Maybe I will," he said. "If you want me to."

"I do," you said. "And we can get a cat, but you have to do the nasty shit, cleaning up after it and everything. We can... We can get back together, if you... If you promise you'll never leave me again."

Joe stepped towards you and wrapped you in a tight embrace, and he kissed the top of your head. "Never again, love."

[avatar-anna]

would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

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[1-800-kami]

picture perfect | geto suguru x gn!reader (1.1k words)

this drabble is actually so corny but i love the idea sm so i wrote it. i love this man so much i want to eat him (i'm also starting to realize that all of my works so far have a similar overarching theme in them... hm)

artist!geto who would always be willing to show you his latest works. in fact, you’re the first one to see them. as soon as he finishes an artwork, he calls you over and shows it or sends a picture. you’re happy that you’re the first one that he always thinks about when he finally puts down that brush. you’ve seen most of his artworks…

…except for one sketchbook. it was a regular old leather sketchbook, and you never saw the inside of it. whenever geto was drawing on it and you walked in the room, he’d quickly hide it and play it off as if he were doing nothing at all. it always made you curious, but you just assumed that his sketchbook was something like a diary. you knew that people owned private journals where they wrote down things only meant for their own eyes to see. art could be nothing different, so you tried not to pry on what geto drew in that sketchbook… even though you itched to ask at times.

you remember one time when you had an idea of what that sketchbook contained, though. you were curled up next to him in bed, fast asleep. you awoke to the gentle nightlight softly awakening your senses, and you stirred. 

that’s when you noticed that geto was drawing on that sketchbook again. curiosity took the best of you, and you pretended to be asleep as you observed geto. a pattern quickly formed over the next few minutes–he would look at your “sleeping” form, flick his eyes back to the sketchbook, draw a few lines, and then repeat the process.

ah. so he was drawing you.

the idea made you smile subconsciously. it also made you feel a little shy. geto dedicated a whole sketchbook just for drawings of you? the thought was so adorable that it made your heart beat a little faster. still, why didn’t he let you see them? was he too shy?

this memory all comes back flooding to your head in your current situation. you had a nice at-home dinner date with geto earlier, and he surprised you with all your favorite meals. these dates weren’t too out of the blue for the both of you, as sometimes, home-cooked meals just tasted better than a fancy restaurant’s meal. there was a notion in your head that today’s date felt a little different than usual, and it seems that you were right.

geto specifically told you to walk down this hallway of your house, as he said that he had “a surprise for you”. you were in awe at what you saw–along the walls of this corridor contained drawings–so many drawings strewn across the hall one by one. all of them were drawings of memories that he shared with you in chronological order. the day he confessed his love to you, your first kiss with him in the passenger seat of his car, your first date (out of many) with him, the first time you celebrated your birthday with him, your anniversary… you relived all of these moments as you walked down the hall. these drawings were all so accurate–geto getting your face shape just right… and the way he was somehow able to capture your smile so perfectly.

you wonder how much time he’s spent on these drawings, especially with how amazing they were. you think all of his works are great, but these are all so personal that it warms your heart differently compared to seeing his typical artworks. 

more memories are envisioned in your head as you continue walking. the exciting day you spent with him at the carnival, (feat gojo as the unhappy thirdwheel) your third holiday season spent together, the-

the last drawing catches you off guard, though. the writing on the bottom states today’s date, and it’s a drawing of you, standing up, and geto, kneeling down while holding a box with a shimmering ring inside. wait, that hasn’t happened before-

oh.

oh.

it was like you could literally feel his presence behind you. tears fill your eyes as you turn around, and there he was, seeing your boyfriend of over three years deciding that he officially wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

the two of you recreated the last drawing perfectly. 

“i’m so nervous about all of this going wrong that i completely forgot half of my speech… fuck.” he says, and you giggle despite your heart hammering in your chest. you were just as nervous as he was. “i never really saw myself as a marriage type of guy. i thought that i’d spent the rest of my life not being held down by anyone… until i met you, of course. you’re just so enamoring to me, and i bought that sketchbook so i can illustrate each important memory that i’ve spent with you, so i can look back on them until i’m grey and old and i can hardly remember what i’ve had for breakfast in the morning. i’ve spent hours and hours with a pencil in hand, sketching every detail of you until my hand is all cramped up, but i’m willing to do that for the rest of my life if you’re the subject of my drawings. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, so…

y/n l/n, will you marry me?”

you waste no time in nodding your head furiously, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. you often thought about marrying geto, picturing his proposal as something grand–like in front of all your friends or during a fancy night out at the beach. this… was not something that you pictured at all, but it feels so domestic and real, and now that it’s happening, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you pull your now-fiance into a much-needed kiss, and he takes your shaky hands in his cold ones as he slides the engagement ring down your ring finger. it was so beautiful. he’s so beautiful. this entire moment is so beautiful, and you’re glad you have a drawing to commemorate it forever. there are so many things you want to say to him, and you don’t know where to start, so you just utter the words that are at the forefront of your brain. “i love you suguru, i love you so fucking much.”

“i love you too. ‘m so happy you said yes,” he breathes out, cupping your cheeks with his hands and smiling at your tear-struck face. “i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

you nod your head in agreement, closing your eyes. “yeah. me too.”

this was based off of that one extra gum commercial <3

[mitsuyaya]

[ back to december ] fushiguro megumi

contains: 1.1k+ words. angst, break-up, minimal fluff

summary: Megumi was the reason why you wanted to move past December. And you're the reason why Megumi wants to go back to December.

end note: repost from my ao3. was obsessed with this song so i had to write it out.

jjk masterlist

Megumi Fushiguro was the reason you love December.

White droplets of snow decorating the roofs and pavements, the frigid breeze of wind caressing your skin, dressing yourself with piles and piles of thick clothes.

He was the reason why December is warm.

Bringing you a cup of hot cocoa, removing his jacket to keep you warm (despite his sensitivity from the cold), throwing you a snowball whenever you're too lost in thought — stealing kisses in front of the fireplace, running around the house like two idiots when you're locked inside the house because of the hailstorm, exchanging promises under the fort you made.

He was the reason why you waited with bated breath for December. Itching for spring, summer and autumn to pass – crafting fantasies for your next meeting, trapping yourself from the imagery of what's to come the next December, the next time you can see him again.

Megumi is a sorcerer and you're a normal citizen. His life as a sorcerer is the reason why the only season you could see him is during winter, during December.

And yet, like a little child waiting on the porch for the first fall of snow, you longed for his arrival, eyes fleeting from the calendar into your front door.

Your first December with Megumi is when he confessed.

A small piece of paper, that for you, it meant bigger, meaningful, a drastic change in your life – I like you, will you go out with me? – Despite the harsh gust of wind, you felt warm, especially when you felt two pairs of arms wrapped around you, sturdy chest blocking your view from your surroundings, when you nodded your head and said ‘yes’.

Your second December was when he said I love you.

Snuggled in front of the fireplace, cladded with nothing but a thick, large blanket. Head lays flat against his chest, his heart thumping erratically.

He said it's because of the rigorous activity, but his reaction says otherwise. You know it's because of what he said, it's because of the confession he made.

With every passing month you awaited what will happen the next December. The expectations of what kind of surprise, what kind of memory you'll keep, what kind of gift you'll receive, keeps you awake every night.

Restlessness, loneliness, fear were all cast aside when you hear the familiar jingle of keys, dashing from the bedroom into the stairs – uncaring if you lose your footing and might stumble, all you want is to open the door and see him again – to see your Megumi again, to feel him in your arms again.

The eight December you have with Megumi – was nothing like you imagined it would be.

Your excitement drowns when you hear his words, walls come crumbling down when you force yourself to look at his face.

“I'm sorry y/n, I just came here to tell you all of that. These are your keys, goodbye.” He left, turned his back and never looked back – leaving you dumbfounded and broken.

From all the December you spent with Megumi, from all the countless memories you both shared – Goodbye – a breakup is the least surprise you've expected.

Without reasons, without explanation, without turning back, Megumi just left you there; tears rolling from your cheeks nonstop, door ajar deriding you from the reality that all the December you spent with him is gone.

Your eight December with Megumi is not what you expected and the last December that marks your relationship.

Megumi was the reason you loved December.

And you're the reason why Megumi wants to go back to December.

Megumi hates that he didn't get to tell you the words he wanted to say. He misses you, a lot actually, your firm soft skin sliding against his, your sweet smile – it's burned in the back of his mind, haunting him with the vivid memory of your last encounter: crestfallen, jaw slacked, corners of your eyes pooling with tears.

Sometimes he stares into his reflection in the mirror, stares at the monumental change in his life and asks: If I happen to turn around that day and let my defense crumble, will we still be together?

Will we still spend December together?

“I haven't seen you in a while. You look great”

Your eyes don't hold the same gaze as before. No more affection and love, it's shrouded with – nothing, indifference perhaps.

It's his fault, he knows. Why you can't keep squirming in your seat – you're uncomfortable.

Why do your eyes dart from his face into the bustling street outside – you don't feel comfortable with him anymore.

“I'm sorry if I… called you out here so suddenly. I just wanted to see–”

“Fushiguro, please let's cut to the chase. I have an important thing to do.”

It's his fault – why you wish to leave as soon as possible, why you feel uncomfortable, why you don't want to talk to him anymore.

But, if he told you that he still loves you and regrets the day he told you that he wants to break up — will that make you forgive him?

If he told you that the day when he told you that you should part ways, he looked back – turn around only when realized that he can't do it, when he had already taken steps further away from your house, will you take him back?

“If you're going to apologize, it's okay now Fushiguro. I already forgive you, even if you don't explain I get it, I understand everything. We didn't need to meet up like this if it's just as simple as that.”

He listened not so much to what you said as to the nuances in your voice. He heard nothing to enlighten him, except that you had reverted to the formal tones of early acquaintance, as if you never met each other at all.

Will it surprise you if he said that hurts him?

“If that's all then I'm leaving. Thank you for everything, Fushiguro. Goodbye.”

Footfalls and the ringing of the bell was the last thing he heard before he closed his eyes. This was all his fault. He even swallowed his pride, tried to apologize – but just like what he dreaded the most, it came to life.

The one thing he didn't want to make into reality, came true, in just a blink of an eye. The perfectly built expectation and hope is nothing more than a delusion now.

It's all Megumi's fault – he regrets it all. And now he can't do anything, can't get you back anymore, he regrets everything, regret ever breaking up with you.

As Megumi watches your figure disappear into the streets, he wishes for one thing: to go back to December, turn around and run back to you.

Maybe then, the month you both love – will still be spent with you and him together

[makoodles]

OH MY GOD I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE

And the fact that you are writing for tsu’tey with human reader it’s mind blowing I just love it , but honey you know what I need now .

✨tsu’tey and human reader learning to live with each other✨

Because I can already imagine Tsu’tey being like ‘what the F***’ when he sees reader dancing around the room with music

Or she trying to cook him human plates

Or reader trying to use her normal hygiene products and our lovely boy being all scared about it , because why do you need to put those things in your body

Or imagine Jake and reader being like besties who are talking about their lost human traditions

And tsu’tey and neytiri watching them like ‘why’s your mate laughing and hugging MY MATE??’

You know things like that

I know that with your beautiful writing everything will turn out perfect

I love you and please please please please keep writing . I’m begging you please don’t stop writing for human reader

💓💓💓💓💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💓💓💓💓💕💕💕💗💗💗

the learning curve would be so intense, i swear.

tsu'tey is an intense guy, and though he loves his squishy little sky demon mate he finds it difficult to get over his disdain surrounding human customs. having that said, that won't him making sure you have every weird little demon-made product that you desire.

the humans living in the science outpost are super intimidated by him, so whenever he shows up looking all big and scowly and demanding, they throw him pretty much anything he wants. that's how you end up with unending amounts of hygiene products at your fingertips. he makes sure to build a little shelf for you to keep everything on; shower gels, hair products, body oils, deodorants, tampons. it's more than what you need, but you have a hard time telling him to stop. he looks so proud of himself every time he returns from terrorising the scientists with an armful of new things for you.

there are little things that absolutely bewilder him. your loofah totally freaks him out, and the perfume in your body lotions make his nose itch. That doesn't stop him from eagerly helping you to rub the lotion in all over your body, as though you can't handle it yourself.

and you and jake would absolutely have such a bro relationship. jake thinks it's fucking hilarious that tsu'tey, the big, angry guy that had given him such a hard time when he had first come to the clan, has fallen so hard for a sky person. he loves it -- it gives him the opportunity to rib at tsu'tey in a way he's never gotten to before.

it's nice to have someone around that you can share stupid little human inside jokes and references with, but you both have to be cautious. both neytiri and tsu'tey are both mad territorial; you're gonna have tsu'tey plastered to your back and neytiri plastered to jake's as they listen to your conversations with bewildered frowns. their english is pretty good thanks to grace, but that doesn't mean they're able to follow what you're talking about. at least that confusion gives them the opportunity to bond over their confusing sky demon mates ✨

[moonclade]

Hey! Doing good I hope?

I’ll make this request quick, I was thinking of a Percy x Melinoe!reader? Since her mother is known as a minor goddess of nightmares and ghosts, people are either afraid of her or doesn’t care about her that much. She even hangs out with ghosts more than people, but of course, dear ol’ Percy is curious of her and tries to befriend her? You know, a good strangers to lovers. Is this good? If not, just tell me so I can fix it!

note ― i'm so rusty when it comes to writing about pjo but i really hope i did well with this! (also sorry it took so long, i wasn't able to work on it for a week). i didn't want to make this like 20k words long, so i didn't really include the bridge from acquaintances to lovers

not proofread || lowercase intended & lots of use of the word "you"

1.5k words

the sun smiles as it burns your skin, and you scowl as the blinding rays make it unbearable for you to even stare ahead. as usual, you were wandering around camp, attempting to find something to do.

you really didn't know why you bothered. considering the fact that you always reverted to your normal routine of finding a bench and reading. and if you were lucky enough to find a shaded and secluded spot, you might even have someone to talk to.

that someone being whatever spirit would bother entertaining you. obviously not any of the other demigods, as majority of them never tried befriending you or were simply scared of the fact you were the daughter of such a "dark" goddess. of course, a few of the other campers didn't mind your family and your abilities, such as nico di angelo. the two of you weren't close, but he always acknowledged you whenever you would lock eyes. he was definitely your favorite at camp.

you never understood why people were scarfed of you just because of your mom. it was laughable honestly, and it led you to have a slight resentment for everyone who actively avoided you. daughter of a goddess of nightmares and ghosts, being invisible and feared by everyone. very ironic.

being alone took a while to get used to, but you eventually made it work out, opting for the quiet whispers of the long-passed spirits. they never judged you, although a few definitely make fun of your isolation.

not finding any activity to do, you decided to read a book you were itching to finish instead of conversing with your little clique of ghosts. your eyes lit up as you found the perfect spot to sit, away from prying eyes and the harsh beams of sunlight.

making yourself comfortable, you found your marked page and started where you left off, ready to finally get this book out the way and start a new one.

suddenly, a blocky figure blocks the sparse amount of light you were using to read. you look up to see, surprisingly, percy jackson.

you were confused and a bit intrigued. you've never interacted with him, but you always admired him from afar. he was a role model to you, both socially and when it comes to slaying monsters.

you would never admit you studied him thoroughly, usually in the light of the campfire, watching as he would crack a joke and then burst into a grin and let out a hearty laugh.

you were definitely jealous of him. that's all.

"i've seen you around camp. (name), right?" he questioned.

a nod was all he received. you looked around for the inevitable group of campers laughing at this interaction, but you saw none. relaxing a little, you lock eyes with his striking sea-colored ones.

"i'm bad with words." you respond, shaking your head. you avert your gaze back to the book you were reading. a romance, and an undeniably cliche one at that.

you loved reading about things that weren't commonplace in your life, like fantasy, but especially romance. everyone was too scared of you for you to even imagine about having a relationship or a love life in general. every crush that developed in your heart was quickly stowed away until it eventually died off.

"it's alright. i never see you talking to anyone around camp." he takes a seat on the bench, a reasonable distance away from you that it wouldn't seem he was uncomfortable with you, like most campers, but not close enough to make it awkward for you.

"never have to, everyone too terrified of my "sinister aura" and prowess in war. and also, my mom." you slightly joke, not wanting him to pity you or something along those lines. he tilted his head like he was going to say something in response to your slightly self-deprecating statement.

"you talk like a book." he blurted. you didn't know if you should take that as a compliment, but even with the short time you've talked with percy, you knew he wouldn't mean it as an insult. just a weirdly phrased statement.

"y'know, in a poetic way." he sheepishly rubbed his neck as you stared at him. the corners of your lips upturned, and he calmed down a little knowing that you didn't take offense.

"you talk a lot," you counter. "but in a good way."

he returns a smile and notices the book you had been slowly inching away from his view.

"what's that about?"

oh my gods. you weren't getting out this one.

"it's just a little romance," you rub your wrists awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't ask for a more in-depth answer.

but the gods were not in your favor today.

"but what is it about?" he quirked an eyebrow at your unwillingness to elaborate on the plot.

"it's just about a boy and a girl meeting randomly and they slowly fall in love at a summer camp. really cliche and probably boring to you." the book made it into his hands as he scanned the front cover art, not bothering to open the book and attempt to read it, thankfully. you could guess why though.

"at a summer camp?"

"i like reading about stuff that could be relatable to me," you shrugged.

"well is it relatable?" he seemed interested.

"do you always ask so many questions?" you grumble. "and no, not really. do you think i have a love life here?"

every answer was turning into a question, followed by another question.

he looked you up and down and smirked. "you don't?"

you swipe your book back and roll your eyes. "yes, jackson. you do realize i have more ghost friends than living ones, right?"

"adds on to the charm. now, tell me more about what happens in the book."

you groan outwardly, but on the inside, you were giddy at finally being able to talk to someone, especially percy.

giving in, you begin to go off on the plot and major events in the story, and your opinions on characters.

before the two of you knew it, the sun was already cut in half by the horizon and the sky was a flurry of colors slowly being overtaken by the dark blues and blacks of the evening.

"how about we meet here again tomorrow?" percy asks.

you were already warming up to the son of poseidon. it could be because you haven't talked to another human in a long time, or he had that vibe to him that let you feel safe.

sometimes you would go and hang out with him and his group, but you didn't know for sure if they liked you that much. it took you months to even decide if percy himself considered you a friend or not.

majority of time you'd go back to that same bench you met him at, and if he was free, he'd meet you there and the two of you would talk about how the book you were reading was going or just how life was going.

but the bench wasn't the only place you hung out. percy would invite you to spar with him or walk around camp, or take part in events going around camp. slowly but surely, more people warmed up to you as they noticed the bond you and percy had. you were still wary and apprehensive of those people though, knowing they judged you even though they didn't know you. but it was a welcome change.

it was half past noon, and you make your way over to your and percy's rendezvous point to hang out for the day. the battered wooden bench that was now carved with quotes and drawings that spanned the seat.

you didn't have to even wait a minute, percy jogging up to you with a hand behind his back.

"what're you hiding?" you try and peer over his shoulder but he moves the object out of your sight.

"well," he looks around everywhere but you, before taking in a big breath and finally meeting your gaze. "i really like you!" he shows you the assortment of flowers most likely picked from the forest nearby.

you process his statement. the percy jackson likes you? never in a thousand years would you have thought that someone could have a crush on you, but never ever would you have dreamed of percy liking you.

it was like your life was turned upside down ever since you met him. you managed to finally have someone to talk to, and also get people to stop fearing you. and it was all because of him. he was the saint in your life.

"hey, it's alright if you don't like me bac-" you cut him off quickly by pressing your lips on his. sure you weren't an experienced kisser, but you've read enough to know how to shut him up.

he went from stiff in surprise to leaning into the kiss, the bouquet long forgotten on the ground. you couldn't get enough of him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and bringing him closer. he slipped his hands around your waist, a shiver running down your back at the touch.

he pulled away, and you clung onto him, not wanting his warmth to leave you.

after a moment of bated breath, you piped up.

"i love you too, percy."

[vodika-vibes]

More Alpha love! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ We could all do with some more of this sexy clone~

Your recent Alpha blurb got me thinking—could you write a angsty & fluffy thing with ✧miscommunication✧ as the problem? Like Alpha-17 and the reader slept together, but the reader thinks that Alpha-17 regretted doing that because reader interpreted his words & actions as just a casual itch to scratch? And then Alpha gets upset and wants more with reader and has to spell it out for them?

Misunderstanding

Summary: After a night with Alpha, things have become awkward. And he wants answers.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1081

Warnings: Discussion of sex, misunderstandings involving a relationship

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is okay. I'm not sure it's the greatest, but I freely admit that I'm not the best at writing angst.

You frown thoughtfully to yourself as you watch the rain streak against the window in your suite. You feel…hollow, kind of. And you’re pretty sure you know the reason why.

Several days ago, you agreed to spend the night with Alpha-17. It was…perfect. Everything that you ever wanted with a sexual partner, and then some. And you knew when he first approached you that it would likely be a one time thing.

He had an itch to scratch, and you’re the only person who would, conceivably, agree.

And yet, somehow, you hadn’t expected him to leave before your alarm went off the following morning. You woke up sore and aching and very, very alone. He didn’t even leave a note.

Surely even a thank you would be appropriate, right?

Or maybe that would make you feel worse.

Your frown deepens.

Alpha regrets sleeping with you. You’re sure of it. Why else would his gaze slide over you as though you’re not even there when you’re talking to him about something work related? Why else would he dismiss you like you’re nothing?

You shift uncomfortably and pull your blanket higher over your legs.

If Alpha wants to pretend it didn’t happen, then that’s his prerogative, you suppose. But you can’t forget. Not when you still have bruises from his fingers on your hips. Not when there are still marks on your thighs from his lips. 

Maybe, with time, the knowledge that you’re a regret of his will hurt less. Maybe.

You’re not so sure, though. After all, a part of you was planning on more-

You exhale sharply. No. That line of thought will only lead to tears. Better to leave it as is. You jump as your kettle whistles on the stove, and you hurriedly scramble from your perch over to the oven to stop the annoying noise.

You only just managed to pour the hot water into your mug, when you hear a heavy knock on your door, and you sigh and set your kettle to the side. At least your tea will be plenty strong.

There’s another heavy knock on the door, and you curse, “Hold on, hold on. I’m coming!”

You press the button on the door panel and come face to chest with a very familiar chest plate. You tilt your head back slightly and look up, startled, into the frustrated gaze of Alpha-17.

“What happened?” You ask, your mind immediately racing through the dozens of emergencies that would bring him to your apartment at this time of night. 

There’s a momentary flicker of surprise, and then he shakes his head. “There’s no emergency, if that’s what you’re asking. But I do need to talk to you. Can I come in?”

Somehow it almost feels like he’s asking for something more, but you honestly have no idea what. So you move to the side to let him into your home. You shut the door behind him once he’s inside, and you step around him, “Would you like something to drink? I can put on some caf for you.”

“No. I want to know why you’ve been ignoring me.” Alpha says sharply.

You blink at him, “What? We…we literally had a whole conversation earlier today. And you wouldn’t even look at me. It was like talking to a brick wall.”

“Yeah, sure. About work. But whenever I try to talk to you about other things you just blank on me.” Alpha points out, his eyes narrow at you, “Or am I not good enough for you.” He spits out.

“What are you talking about?” You demand.

“Do not.” He warns, “Do not try that shit. Not with me. You got what you wanted, a single night with me, so now I’m not even worth your-”

“You left!” You sputter, once you realize what he’s getting at, “You left and I woke up sore and alone and in a cold bed. You didn’t even tell me you were leaving, you just left! Like…like I was just some…toy to be left behind when you’re done with your playing.”

And wow, now that you’ve put that into words you kind of feel like crying.

He stares at you, and you blink rapidly, to try and keep the tears at bay.

“...That wasn’t my intention.” Alpha says finally.

“Yeah, well. Whatever your intention was, I managed to get your point. A regret. That’s what I am. It’s fine. It’s whatever.” You bring your shoulders up to your ears, and you kind of wish that you had armor to hide behind, rather than the thin leggings and even thinner tank top that you’re wearing.

“Fuck. No. You’re not…I don’t regret anything about that night.” Alpha says, “Except, maybe, for leaving without waking you.”

“Right, sure. You don’t have to lie to me Alpha. I’m a big girl-”

“I thought we were on the same page,” He says through gritted teeth, “Apparently not.”

“No. Apparently not.” You agree as you fold your arms tightly across his chest.

“I’m in love with you.” Alpha says bluntly, “Did you not believe me the dozens of times that I told you that the other night?”

“What, and I’m supposed to just believe you when you say that when you’re in the middle of fucking me?” You demand, “People say things that they don’t mean all of the time when they’re having sex.”

“Fine. But we’re not having sex now, and I’m telling you that I’m in love with you and want to be in a relationship with you.” Alpha counters, “What do you say to that?”

You’re quiet for a moment, “Why did you leave?” You finally ask.

He sighs, “I didn’t think. I had a class I needed to prep for, and you looked so peaceful…” Alpha trails off, “I didn’t think you’d be bothered. I never meant to make you feel like I did.”

“But you did.”

“But I did. And I’m sorry.” He did sound genuinely remorseful, “Will you give me another chance? I’ll do it right this time. I promise.”

You look up at him, and sigh softly, “I can’t say no to you, Alpha.”

Tension drains from his shoulders, and you suddenly realize that he was a lot more nervous about that conversation than you thought. And then his lips are against yours, and you melt against him, unable to help it.

“I love you,” He breathes against your lips.

Slowly, you twine your arms around his neck, “I love you too.”

[blossom-hwa]

Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a skz seungmin academic rivals to lovers drabble? Love your work, especially your Whispers of Nature supernatural au!!

thank you for the request and your kind comment, I'm glad you liked the series! hope you didn't mind me inserting the spiderverse into this drabble - ever since I watched the new movie I've been itching to write something with it, and this idea struck me with help from @wingkkun (thanks chip <3). please enjoy!

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: The Bane of My Existence, the Reason I'm Alive 

Pairing: Seungmin x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: fluff, angst, Spiderverse!au, university!au

Warnings: injury, cursing, a mention of porn as part of a joke (no actual sex/suggestiveness)

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3:55 PM. 

You slide into the seat of the lecture hall, five minutes before your exam is supposed to start. Physics—your best and favorite subject, and also the one you happen to have studied the absolute most for just to be absolutely certainthat you'll beat Seungmin Kim, the bane of your entire existence. 

Which, to be fair, is not entirely true. Because for one thing, the stupid criminals and villains you fight every week as your spider-based alter ego are far bigger nuisances than he is. Doc Ock nearly killed you, physically and metaphorically and sarcastically. You're still recovering from the shock of live tentacle porn crawling down the streets of Manhattan—you're not quite sure you'll ever get over that, which is something you made sure to say when he was wrapped tidily up in your webs and the police were coming to take him away. 

And for the record, Seungmin does seem like a nice guy—for the most part, at least. He's got a sense of humor and he's friendly enough, liked by most of the student body even though he transferred to your university very suddenly just a month or two ago. But his smile—his stupid smile—whenever he beats you in a test in one of the classes you share, his stupid little shrug when you beat him like it doesn't matter at all to him, this one-sided rivalry of yours—

Ugh. You grit your teeth just thinking about it. Enough said. He's the bane of your existence. That's it. 

And…

You look around the room. 

And he's not here. 

Huh. You frown. The TAs have already started passing out the tests, starting from the front and back and making their steady way to the middle where you usually sit, Seungmin just one row in front. But the seat he always takes is suspiciously empty right now, his head of black hair nowhere to be seen anywhere in the room. 

Your frown deepens as a TA passes you an exam sheet face down. Why would he miss an exam? You've only known him for a couple of months but he doesn't seem like the type to skip a test—or, at least if he had to, he'd probably have said something about it in passing when you two eventually got to bickering like you always do—so why?

A bubble of worry starts to build in your stomach, which is so dumb—why should you care? Why the fuck should you? It's just Seungmin, Seungmin Kim who's not even really a friend. He's just a guy. A dude that infuriates you a little too much when it comes to your need for academic validation. 

The clock strikes four. Papers rustle around the room. You flip over your own exam and force all thoughts of a certain Seungmin Kim out of your mind once and for all. 

He's not your problem. 

. . . . .

4:30 PM.

DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER—

It hits you with a jolt—almost physically. You let out a gasp and the tip of your pencil breaks when you press it too hard into the paper, blinking furiously. The sense—the spider-sense—

DANGER DANGER DANGER

Your breath catches. Someone next to you gives you a sidelong glare and somewhere else someone hisses in frustration, but you can only force yourself to sit. And breath. And focus on what exactly you're going to do next. 

Physics exam. Saving the city from possible disaster. 

Seungmin's not here. It's silly and even selfish to think about now, but it makes the decision so much easier to know that at least compared to him, your half-finished test won't matter.

You hand your test to the nearest TA and sprint out of the hall. 

. . . . .

4:47 PM. 

"You're late to the party!" 

That's the greeting Spider-Min tosses over as you swing into the fray. Despite the huge lizard monster thingrampaging through the streets, you grin—for all your initial frustration when a new spider person suddenly appeared in town, clearly more experienced than you, you think you can now count Min, as he has you call him, as one of your friends. He caught you when you were just starting out this vigilante gig and has since taught you so much. 

It's also just really nice to have someone around who understands living a dual life like this. 

"Well, excuse me for having a physics exam! How'd you get here so fast?" You lash out with your webs, slamming the monster's snapping jaws shut. It tries to roar but can't, so it settles for stomping over half a dozen cars instead. Screams erupt from the streets. 

Shit. You leap from the side of a building, scooping up civilians and depositing them further away. "Better run!" you yell, waiting just long enough to make sure they survive their mad scramble to safety before turning back to the fight. 

"Happened to be in Brooklyn when it started causing chaos, nerd!"

"Oh, suck it!" You punch one of the lizard's claws away, rolling your eyes under your mask. "As if you're not the exact fucking same, dickhead—"

Min laughs. It's a bright sound, warm and heavy and like one of the last rays of sunlight permeating your suit, warming you up from inside and out. 

And even though you've most certainly failed a test for the first time in your life, even though you're still smarting over the fact that you worried about Seungmin Kim, even though you're fighting a lurid green lizard monster that's just managed to tear your webbing away from its mouth, you don't find it very difficult to laugh, too. 

. . . . .

4:59 PM. 

The lizard monster won't go down. Just—won't. It's annoyingly persistent and it fucking regenerates limbs—both you and Min have screamed some obscenity about this at least five times each because while the regeneration is slow, it's incredibly disturbing to watch in real time as well as annoying to deal with when you're trying to subdue it. 

And, of course, there are a select few idiot civilians who insist on making your lives harder. It's usually a few foolhardy police who don't like vigilantes, but this time, there's a vlogger. 

For real. A vlogger. Trying to film the fight from way too close. 

And what does said vlogger get for his efforts? A chunk of rubble falling on his head. Or it would have fallen on his head if you hadn't abandoned the fight to sweep him out of the way, leaving Min to fight the creature on his own for a few dangerous seconds. "RUN!" you yell, shoving the stunned vlogger towards the police before spinning around to face the lizard creature that Min's still fighting alone. 

Only—

It happens so fast you almost miss it. Something like—a computer glitch, almost. A spasm. That's as close as you can get to describing it, a sort of television static ripping through the air and distorting Min's image into a blur of—pixels, almost, though that doesn't make sense because pixels only exist in screens and not in real damn life. 

It's fast. Half a second, maybe. But it's enough for the lizard's tail to sweep through the air, smacking the already falling Spider-Min into a building and hurtling him to the ground. 

A blurry screech fills your ears. Only later will you realize you were the one who made the sound. 

You sprint and leap onto the side of a building, shooting out desperate strands of web. By some miracle streak of luck, one of them catches Min in the back as he falls. You nearly fall yourself with the sudden weight at the end of the strand but you force yourself to hold on, to grab your friend before he falls. 

"Min?" You land behind a pile of rubble, patting his cheeks. "Min!" 

He doesn't respond. 

Panic almost blinds you. Your head feels fuzzy and you can't see clearly, can't really breathe either, but you press two numb fingers to his neck and nearly swoon with relief when you feel a faint pulse beneath his suit.

Somewhere above you, the lizard hisses. You look up to see the hideous green face swinging left to right. Looking for Min. Looking for you. 

You swallow hard. Min's in no condition to fight. He's out cold. His suit is shredded, showing bloody scrapes on his skin, and half his mask has been torn off. 

Taking a shaky breath, you gently lower Min to the ground and step out from behind the rubble. "Over here, ugly!" you scream to disguise the fear freezing the blood in your veins. 

Time to go on alone, just like you did before. 

. . . . .

5:13 PM.

After Min falls, you don't know what happens. 

Seriously. You don't. You know there was fear, you know there was rage, you know there was red crossing your vision that wasn't from your mask—but you don't know what happened. You just know that ten short but still horrifically long minutes later, you knocked the lizard out and it morphed into a human who you wrapped tightly in your webs and strung from a building for the cops to grab before ducking behind the rubble to pick up Min, who was still out cold. 

He's still out cold as you swing him across the city and in through the window of your dorm. 

Your body hangs on just long enough for you to deposit him on your bed and check his pulse to ensure that he is in fact still breathing. Then your legs give out and you fall to the floor. 

For several long minutes, you can only sit there and gasp. Breathe. Try to make sense of everything that happened—lizard man, vlogger, glitch-pixel-what-the-fuck-Min, unconscious Min. 

Most of it can be explained. Lizard man: experiment gone wrong. Probably. Vlogger: people are idiots. Unconscious Min: he got smacked into a wall. 

But the glitch-pixel bit. 

What the fuck was that.

You rip off your mask and take a gasping breath. Somewhere nearby you spot your water bottle and drain most of it in two gulps. You dump the rest on your face. 

The cool water splashing onto your skin brings your mind back to focus, just a little bit. Enough for you to finally take a good look at Min on your bed, still unconscious. 

Already some of the smaller scrapes have faded from his skin, visible through the torn fabric of his suit. You breathe a little sigh of relief, pushing yourself back up to take a closer look—not too close, because it feels kind of like an invasion of privacy, but enough to reassure yourself. Just a little bit. 

Then your gaze falls on his face, where half of his mask has been torn off. 

Your first instinct is to look away. You've never shown Min your face, nor has he shown you his. It's an unspoken agreement between the two of you to keep it quiet—not because you don't trust each other, but because you just didn't. No one knows you. No one knows Spider-Min. It's meant to be this way. 

But almost against your will, you have to look again. Because there's something very familiar about the bottom of his face. The set of his jaw, the pale skin of his cheeks, the tilt of his nose half covered by a little flap of fabric still hanging on. And though you look away almost immediately, the familiarity stays. Tugs at your mind in all the wrong ways. 

You squeeze your eyes shut. Half of you screams to look again. The other half screams to turn yourself away. And between the two halves, a little piece of your mind is whirring, trying to figure out who Min looks like to you. 

And then. 

And then.

It hits you. 

Seungmin Kim. 

Your eyes fly open, immediately lighting on Min. The jaw, the face shape—his laugh, his voice—his name, Min—

"Happened to be in Brooklyn while it started causing chaos, nerd!"

No wonder he wasn't taking the physics exam. 

A strangled noise leaves your throat. Spider-Min. Seungmin Kim. Fellow spider person. Academic rival. You don't want to believe it—can't believe it—but all the evidence is staring you in the face, quite literally in your face—

If you just lift off his mask you'll know for sure. 

Before you even realize it, one hand is reaching out for the torn edge of the mask, fingers itching to pull back the fabric and confirm every one of your horrible suspicions. They can't be the same—not the bane of your existence and half the reason you're still alive—but—

And then it happens again. The glitch. Pixels scrambling with radio static, television buzzing but in real life. Only for a second but just enough for you to watch Min blur in and out of reality the way he did during the fight. Enough for you to confirm that you weren't losing your mind then. 

Though you just might be now. 

To your horror, Min—Seungmin—what the fuck, did you bring Seungmin Kim back into your own bed, what the fuck—his eyes flutter. His lips part, just slightly. His breath catches. 

You clap a hand over your own mouth, stifling something that feels half like a sob, half like a scream. And as Min's body shifts, his eyes starting to blink open, you do the only thing you can think to do. 

Trembling fingers pull your mask over your face, and you jump out of the window.

[14dyh]

i have a hange request if ur taking them! hange x fem reader where they’ve been best friends since high school and are now in college. hange has always loved the reader but never confessed, but is to late because reader falls in love with pieck. super super angsty

This February | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x female reader x Pieck Finger Summary: Y/N was finding a way to reconcile with her best friend Hange after they began to become distant. Word count: 1.4k Content warning: alcoholism A/N: OMGGG ANON you don't know how much my fingers are itching for angst >:D

February was colder and cloudier than usual, even afternoons appeared to be disguised as an early dusk. The hallway to the chemistry lab was unusually dark than the other hallways in the college. Terrible placing and lighting, as Hange would say whenever they walk together, side by side, trying to scare each other in the dark. But today, Y/N walked alone, painfully aware of how loud her shoes clack against the floor—something she never noticed before since she never walked the hallway alone.

Her knuckles gently rapped against the lab door before letting herself in. Hange was still there. They've been holed inside the lab for weeks now. Something the school was kind enough to excuse since Hange has always been an exemplary student who makes good use of the school lab.

Y/N sat across them, her eyes looking over the test tubes and countless papers full of equations littered on the other side of the table.

Y/N turned the lamp on, the light not harsh enough to startle Hange but it made them wince a bit, retracting from the paper they were writing.

"That's not very nice," Hange muttered. "Did you even knock?"

"I did," Y/N responded shortly. "You shouldn't be working in the dark, you know it's bad for your eyes."

"It's not that dark yet..." Hange muttered before standing up and going through the shelves, their back turned away.

"I see you're working hard in here," Y/N continued, looking around the lab with a bit of concern.

"Yeah, you bet," Hange grinned, coming back to their seat. They scribbled on the paper some more, lost in thought once again.

Y/N remained her gaze on Hange, worry passing over her eyes. The last time she saw Hange like this was in high school before they became friends. Always short-tempered whenever they're busy with something, holing up in the lab and keeping their mind out of everything. Y/N knew from this that something was troubling them.

"Hange, how long have you been here?" Y/N asked in that worrisome tone of voice that Hange always recognizes. They couldn't hide the dark circles under their eyes, or the unwellness nestling within them that shows when they moved.

"Not long enough to leave," Hange responded, putting their pen down. "Why are you here?"

Y/N pursed her lips, her eyes meeting theirs.

"I'm worried about you. You've been here for weeks, avoiding everyone... avoiding me," Y/N finally told them, her eyes almost watering at the memory of them being distant. They are her best friend and she won't let all those eight years of friendship slip away in a matter of weeks.

"That's not the case, I'm just busy, that's all," Hange shrugged it off, standing up once again to get away from her. But Y/N heard the clink and collapse of glass bottles from under their table, an empty bottle of alcohol even rolled in her feet.

Hange cursed, crouching down to gather it all up but ended up messing the liquor bottles even more.

Y/N pieced all the events together, hurriedly crouching beside Hange and taking their arm only for Hange shrugged it off.

"Just leave me alone..." Their voice broke subtly as if all the words they had to say were lodged in their throat. "It's not what you think. Just little experiments... helps me boost my mind..."

They began rambling on, stacking and shoving the bottles out of her sight.

"Hange..."

"No."

Y/N pulled Hange to face her again, enveloping them in her arms. Hange wanted to struggle, pull away, maybe even scream at her. The last Valentine's Day played like a vicious memory haunting their mind, such an insignificant day shouldn't have spiraled to their gradual deterioration. Hange remembered the way Pieck embraced and kissed Y/N with such devotion during the school event, the way she made it clear to everyone that they belonged to each other. And most of all, to show Hange that she won Y/N's heart.

Hange mustered the courage to pull away from the embrace, swiftly wiping aside their tears before averting their gaze away from Y/N.

"What were you thinking hugging me like that? You think your girlfriend wouldn't be pissed off if she saw?" Hange gritted, still gathering the strength to get off and leave.

"I... I don't care... Y-You're my best friend," Y/N's gaze fell, tears springing out of her eyes. "I care for you... I love you..."

"Don't say that," Hange snapped.

Their eyes remained distant from each other despite the proximity. The floor never felt so cold, and the sky so bleak from the outside. Hange threw their head back and leaned on the drawer, shutting their eyes before breaking the terrible silence.

"I thought avoiding you would make me stop loving you." Tears threatened to spill out despite how tight they shut their eyes. "But I realized, I didn't want that..."

Even when Y/N wasn't looking, she knew how hard Hange had been suppressing their tears no matter how much their heart broke from it.

"I want to be able to love you in some way you'll let me."

They choked out, almost pleading and desperate yet so gentle and vulnerable. They held to the same principle that led them to lose their chance on her. Losing her was something Hange never thought to risk. Their heart was too powerless, too attached to their love that never swayed.

"You... you could have told me..." Y/N muttered, their fingers gripping nothing but the cold floor. "I could have tried. We could have a chance..."

"That's not what I want for you," Hange muttered, their gaze now far away to the dimness of the lab. "You think I'd let the only girl I ever loved settle for something of the sort?"

A melancholic chuckle escaped their lips as they looked back at you. "I want you to have someone that will make your eyes brighten the way you do when you see your favorite flowers, or how you would smile whenever you hear your favorite song... For eight years, I took those sights for granted, knowing that I wouldn't be the person that could give that to you..."

"I know... that you will never look at me the way you look at Pieck..." Hange said before breaking into a plaintive cry and letting their head collapse on her shoulder. Hange felt Y/N's grip tightened, her heaves and sobs becoming more difficult to control. It was unlike the times she used to cry on their shoulder. This time, Hange couldn't find the strength to hold her back.

You once did, Y/N almost said but only buried her hands further into her face, staunching the unwelcomed tears from flowing out. Their lives have been a series of lost chances and regrets masked by the friendship they were so afraid to lose. Y/N could only creep closer, keeping Hange in their arms once again, hoping they wouldn't push her away this time.

"Please don't cry... I can't see you like this," Hange muttered, their lips so close to her head. Let her go, they screamed internally despite knowing how difficult it would be. Every particle in their body would remember that she was someone they used to love. Someone they dreamed a life with, and eventually lost. "Just don't let her break your heart, okay?"

Hange gave a gentle squeeze on her shoulder before pulling away, their feet leading them outside the lab, taking them away from such a lonely scene. Besides, they knew that Pieck was watching all of this unfold from the sliver on the door outside.

Y/N remained crying inside with no will to get up any sooner. She allowed the silence to swallow her in, along with the thoughts of what could've been. Hange left her alone, hoping that she understood that it was the best for the both of them in the meantime.

Hange shut the door firmly, wiping their tears before locking eyes with Pieck who remained listening from a considerable distance.

"You win this time." The pain from their voice hardened, becoming cold and stoic as they spoke to Pieck who chose to remain silent. The tension between them has been thick and heavy for as long as they can remember. "But know that you don't deserve her. Neither of us do."

The lights on the extensive hallway flickered to life, signaling the arrival of evening. They blinked once or twice unharmoniously before snatching the luminescence once again as Hange walked away in pensive silence.

[ddejavvu]

For multiverse Monday, I bring you professor Eddie. I can’t help but think about him being a senior 3 times, he goes on to become a college professor. Anyways, reader has a crush on him and it’s painfully obvious. He enjoys playfully teasing her but not in a mean way. Please and thank you. Love your work.

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

i know you said this was supposed to be all cocky and flirty but i think this is more sweet :') i'm so sorry! I couldn't get super super senior eddie out of my head who knows exactly how his students are feeling and gives the best of pep talks.

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Eddie can feel your anxiety. It's palpable from the strained silence in the classroom, your presence lingering beside his desk while the rest of the students file out. He itches at the neckline of his muscle tee, the skin underneath bothered by the tie he haphazardly knotted around his neck. He's infamous around campus for his interesting style choices, but you like it.

Perhaps it's not the only thing about the man you liked. He wasn't exactly torture on the eyes, nor on the ears with the slightly raspy voice he had. He used it well, too, cracking jokes and telling stories.

He turns when he hears the door finally click shut, a soothing smile on his face.

"Sit," He gestures to the chair in front of his desk, plopping down into his own. As soon as his butt hits the seat his feet are on the desk, mucky boots propped up on the wood.

"You're not in trouble," He starts, fingers curling around a pen in the cup on his desk. It's an Iron Maiden mug, and it holds a number of writing utensils.

"That's good," You breathe out a shaky laugh, sitting on your hands. It keeps you from fidgeting with them, but he doesn't bother restraining his own. He twirls the pen around his fingers, the tube dancing over his hand like a jumping bean. It's mesmerizing, but you won't allow yourself to get distracted.

"I just noticed you've been skipping assignments lately." He concludes, and you realize you are in trouble. Maybe he won't expel you, but you're going to talk to him about why you've been skipping them, and that's trouble if you've ever seen it.

"Professor I'm so sorry," You begin your rant, anxiety still burning hot in your chest, "I swear I didn't mean to get so behind, it's just that I missed one, and then the thought of doing two was overwhelming, so I missed another one, and then three seemed like torture, and-"

"Dude," He laughs good-naturedly, dropping the pen onto his desk, "It's fine. Seriously, I told you you weren't in trouble."

"Well- yeah I know," You start up again, "it's just-"

"it's just that I'm letting you know the assignments are still open," He re-interrupts you, "You can submit them up until the end of the year."

"I'll have them by Monday." You insist, guilt still written on your face.

"Man, I'd have waited until the last minute," He chuckles, "I was held back a bunch. 'Never turned in my work. I get it, okay? Do it whenever you can, and, if I'm being honest," He leans in, feet back on the floor. You do the same, spurred on by the drop of his voice to a whisper, "You don't have to do them at all. You're passing my class and four homework assignments won't stop that. Just keep an eye on your grade, okay?"

He leans back in his seat, content with the information he's shared. It feels scandalous, really, hearing your professor tell you not to do your homework. But there's something so genuine in his sweet smile, and exhilarating in the mirth his eyes hold, that you laugh.

"Thank you, Professor." You stand, hiking your bag further over your shoulder, "I.. I really appreciate this."

"Anytime," He nods, and you know it's a promise, "And if you want help or something, just come in during office hours. I can't promise I won't be high," He admits, not an ounce of bashfulness in his antics, "But I might be even more helpful doped up."

The next laugh from your throat is an incredulous one, and it widens the grin on his face so far that his eyes crinkle at the corners. You bid him a jovial goodbye, not missing the music that starts blaring through the room a split second before the door shuts behind you.

--

You turn them in during office hours. The four papers are stacked in your hand, stories and character briefs precisely stapled together as you march up to his desk. He glances up at you only when you clear your throat, eyes tinted red. He's high.

"I told you," He laughs, a deep chuckle from his chest. You're stunned, but you have to admit that it's funny, and you nod.

"You did warn me," You pass the papers over to him, "Thank you for the extension, Professor."

"Jesus Christ," He gapes at your handwriting, scrawled neatly over the page, "This is- this feels so fancy! 'S just a stupid biology worksheet," He doesn't teach Biology. He teaches creative writing. He glances incredulously over the top of them at you, "Damn."

[murdrdocs]

Hey! I absolutely LOVE your writing! What kind of job do you think Peter would have when he gets back to Earth?

firstly, thank you sooo much!!

i firmly believe peter would be a firefighter. it's a job he'd wanted since he was a kid, besides the times he's wanted to be like a dancer or something, but a firefighter has seemingly always been a backup for peter. when he was a ravager with yondu, drunk out of his mind, talking with the other ravagers who always became sentimental drunks about where their lives could've gone if not here, and he always saw himself in a firetruck, wearing the pants with the suspenders and a form fitting shirt.

so whenever he comes back, he has the itch to do something, and he figures he's been good at protecting the galaxy a few times, and doing things that are super dangerous, so why not use those skills to achieve his childhood dream? granted, the hiring process is difficult because his experience from the last few years have been all in space. but he makes it work !

[fxckadoodledoomunson]

Lucky At Games, Unlucky In Love [One-Shot]

Summary: You and Eddie have never had the best of luck when it comes to relationships, but what happens when the two of you meet on a double date?

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Eddie never had the best of luck when it came to relationships. Mainly because of his love for Dungeons and Dragons. It started with Michelle. Eddie was supposed to go on a date, but was late because the Hellfire meeting overran. He tried making it up to her. “I’m really sorry,” Eddie began to apologise, while holding a bouquet of flowers. “The meeting got intense and we couldn’t just pause it.” But Michelle wasn’t having any of it. She threw the bouquet at him, before slamming the door in his face and destroying the bouquet.

Then there was Lyndsey. She was nice, but all she wanted to do was make out, and it didn’t help whenever Eddie tried to write his campaign or paint his figurines, or even try and do his homework. Then one day when she kept kissing his face as they sat on the couch, Eddie begged her to stop, as he was trying to write his campaign. “Look, I like affection as much as the next person, but I need to finish this Vecna campaign.” Lyndsey huffed, “Fine! I hope you and Vecna are happy together!” She stormed out of the trailer and never came back.

He thought things would be different when he met Josie. She had joined Hellfire after Spring Break. Not long after, her and Eddie began dating. It was going well...that is until the party lost to Eddie, killing off Josie’s character. “Princess, it’s okay.” Eddie said as he comforted her. “You can still create a new character-“

“No!” Josie sobbed. “I worked really hard on my character!” Although Josie played the game, she didn’t take losing well.

“I quit!”

As she stormed out, Gareth blurted, “And this is why we don’t have girls in Hellfire.”

Erica cleared her throat and glared at Gareth, when Eddie gestured her to hit Gareth, smacking him in the back of the head with her clipboard.

One day, Eddie was doing a deal with Chrissy in the woods. During the exchange, a concerned Chrissy noticed how miserable Eddie was. “Are you okay Eddie?” Chrissy asked. “You don’t seem yourself.” Eddie sighed, before telling her about his failed relationships.

“And I thought Josie was the one. I mean, I had more stuff in common with her than I did with the other girls, but not only did she quit Hellfire, she dumped me, all because I killed off her character.” Eddie groaned, as he hit his head on the picnic table. He then lifted his head up, before saying to her, “Maybe I should just give up on relationships and stay in Wheeler’s basement and play D&D for the rest of my life.”“Come on, Eddie,” Chrissy replied. “There’s somebody out there for you. You just need to keep looking.”

“Yeah, well. Harrington’s dragging me to a double date tonight.” Eddie scoffed, before telling her. “I can’t see that ending well.”

Later that evening, Eddie and Steve were standing outside of Enzo’s, waiting for their dates. “You owe me for this, Harrington,” Eddie said, scratching an itch from the material of the dinner jacket he borrowed from Steve.

“Just remember not to talk about Dungeons and Dragons so much,” Steve told him.

Eddie kept pulling the back of the collar when Steve told him, “Hey! Quit pulling it.”

“Seriously, Steve. What material is this shit?” Eddie huffed as he sorted out his low bun.

Before he could respond, you and your cousin, Carly came around the corner. Carly waved at Steve, whom she had set you up with.“Remember, don’t talk about video games, and don’t play with your handheld when you go to the bathroom...actually, just don’t play with it at all,” Carly told you.

“As long as you don’t flirt too much with your date,” you retorted.

“Fine.”

“I swear, if my date leaves me with the bill or sticks his tongue down my throat, I’ll kick off,” you told her.

You haven’t had the best of luck when it came to dating. Mainly because your love for video games. Your friends had set you up on a few dates and most of them ended badly.

First there was Ethan. All he did was talk about himself. He talked so much that you nearly fell asleep during the date. At one point, you had to tell him that you needed to use the restroom, but really, you just wanted five minutes peace to play on your Game & Watch. Then five minutes turned to half an hour. By the time you rushed back, you were left with a hefty bill, which resulted in you staying in the restaurant and wash the dishes so you could pay back what you and Ethan owed.

Then there was Declan. Wasn’t very talkative, but when you started talking about the latest video game, wanting to hear his thoughts about it, he just stuck his tongue down your throat. Your first instinct was to kick him in the shins.

You thought things would be different with Micky. He loved videos games as well, which was perfect, because you didn’t have to worry about talking about gaming constantly. On your second date with him, you went to the arcade. The date went well until you had beaten his high score on Dig Dug, as well as the other games you both played. After your date, you asked him, “So, what do you want to do next time?”

“Nothing,” Micky coldly replied. “I don’t think things are gonna work between us.”

“Why not? I thought things were going great between us.”

“They were, but...”

“But what?”

“I can’t date a girl who keeps beating me at videos games.”

You glared at him, as you told him, while walking away from him, “Fine. Your loss.”

“Hi!” Carly greeted them, as you silently waved at them.

Carly introduced you to Steve.

He gave you a peck on the cheek as he shook your hand. As he let go of your hand, Steve began to introduce Eddie to you both. “This is my friend Eddie.”

As Eddie shook yours and Carly’s hand, you couldn’t help thinking about how handsome he was. Not that you didn’t think Steve wasn’t good looking, but there was just something about Eddie that caught your eye.

“So, shall we go inside?” Steve asked, before you all went inside. Steve went through the door first when Eddie held it for you and Carly.“Thank you,” you said to Eddie, as you smiled at him.

“You’re welcome, Milady,” Eddie replied, as you went inside, with him following you. After Steve asked for a table for the four of you, the waitress grabbed some menus and asked you to follow her. As you made your way to the table, you heard a female voice calling out Eddie’s name.

“Hey Chrissy,” Eddie replied, waving at Chrissy, who was sitting with Jason.

You noticed Chrissy gave him the thumbs up as the four of you got to your table.

You wanted to say that the date was going well, but it was no better than your previous dates. Steve was a nice guy, and it was going well, until he started mentioning his ex girlfriend, Nancy. Every time you talked about something, Steve would mention her. For instance, you talked about an upcoming Tom Cruise movie, something that your cousin told you to talk about. After mentioning it, Steve started going on about the time when he and Nancy dressed up as the main characters from Risky Business. As you tried to listen to him, you turned to Carly, who was twirling her hair, as she blatantly flirted with Eddie. However, you noticed that Eddie was busy scratching his neck to notice the flirting. “Sorry, this jacket’s irritating me,” Eddie said to Carly, as he was about to grab a fork to scratch the itch, which grossed Carly and Steve out.

“I’ve got some cream if you need it,” you told him, stopping him from using the fork, before you grabbed your bag from the floor. Eddie thanked you, as you took out a few bits, including your handheld until you found what you were looking for. You passed him the tube of Aloe Vera cream, before putting everything back in your bag. For a split second, you almost forgot to put your handheld away. You quickly put in your bag, before Eddie gave the cream back to you after applying it to his itchy skin. As you put it back, Steve, who noticed the handheld before, began to ask you, “So, uh...you like video games?”

“Yeah, I’m currently playing Donkey Kong.” You replied enthusiastically. “But Dungeons and Dragons is one of my-Ow!”

You felt something kick your leg. You realised that Carly was the one who kicked you, as you saw her shaking her head. You cleared your throat, telling him coolly, “Yeah, I...I like them.”

“Wait,” Eddie began to speak with his mouth full. He swallowed his food, before asking you. “Did you just say Dungeons and Dragons?” You nodded, before telling him. “It’s one of my favourite electronic games.”

“I’ve got the handheld too. It’s pretty good, but you can’t beat the good old tabletop game.”

“I’ve never played the actual tabletop game before.”

“Well, we have a club for D&D called Hellfire...”

“Here we go.” Steve muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes, as Eddie explained to you about Hellfire.

“You should come and play with us sometime,” Eddie continued to speak.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely consider it,” you told him.

Throughout the date, you and Eddie kept talking about Dungeons and Dragons, as well as games and music, even talking about his band, Corroded Coffin. The two of you spoke for such a long time that you didn’t notice that Carly and Steve were no longer at the table.“Where did they go?” Eddie asked.

“I’ll check in the bathroom for Carly,” you replied. “I’ll see if Steve’s around too.” You quickly got up and went to the bathroom.

You called out her name as you checked the cubicles, when you opened one door and caught Carly and Steve making out.

“Woah!” You exclaimed, turning around and covering your eyes. “Woah, okay.”

As Carly and Steve composed themselves, you said, as you were walking out, “Don’t mind me, you two carry on.”

You tittered as you made your way to your table. As you sat down, Eddie looked around, while eating some garlic bread. “Where are they?” He asked with his mouth full.

“Let’s just say, they’re...preoccupied right now.” You snickered.

Eddie started choking on his bread, hearing what you said.

“Sorry,” you apologised, as you poured a glass of water for him. Eddie silently shook his head, before taking a sip. He caught his breath, before telling you, “It’s okay, sweetheart.”He then cleared his throat, before asking you, “When you say ‘preoccupied’, you...?”

“They’re making out in the bathroom.”

Eddie blinked before replying, “Shit, that’s awkward. Both our dates ditching us to make out.”

“It doesn’t bother me to be honest,” you confessed. “I didn’t even want to go on this date in the first place.”

“Wait? You didn’t want to go on this date either?”

“No,” you giggled whilst shaking your head. “Carly forced me to go on this date.”

“I get it,” Eddie guffawed, “Harrington practically dragged me to this date.”

The pair of you laughed, before Eddie looked around and asked you, “Hey, um...Do you want a ride home?”

“What? And ditch them?” You asked.

“Well, they ditched us first.”

“True,” you laughed, before telling him, “Yeah, thanks.”

You both got out of your chairs, before Eddie took off his dinner jacket, leaving it behind on the chair. You began walking to the door when Eddie opened it for you, letting you leave first. On the way home, you and Eddie were talking about your previous relationships. “Seriously? I can’t believe the guy got pissed off because you beat him at some games,” Eddie told you.

“I still can’t get over the fact that the last girl you were with dumped you for killing off her character,” you replied. “It’s not like you sacrificed her cat or something.”

A moment later, you both had reached your house. “Thanks for the lift,” you said, as you took out your house key from your bag.“Anytime Sweetheart,” Eddie replied. “I’ll let you out.”

Eddie got out of the van and opened the door for you.After he helped getting you down, he made his way back to the driver’s seat when you asked him, “Hey! Do you want to come in and hang out for a bit? Maybe play a couple of games or you could teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons properly?”

Eddie grinned at you, replying, “Yeah, sure.”

You smiled as you both walked to your door.

Ever since that night, you two became good friends. Eddie taught you how to play Dungeons and Dragons, and you would join the Hellfire meetings from time to time when you weren’t working. He even accompanied you to the arcade. He would often take the younger Hellfire members, as well as his neighbour, Max there, but he had an excuse to stay and play with you. The boys would often tease their Dungeon Master when he played with you. Once, you and Eddie were playing Space Invaders, and he kept tickling you while you were beating him. “Eddie! That’s cheating!” You cackled, as he continued to tickle you, while back hugging you.

“If you really want to distract her, just kiss her,” Dustin chuckled as he stood next to Max, who was in the middle of playing Dig Dug.

“Don’t put ideas into his head, Dustin,” you told him as Eddie had let go of you, before you continued to play the game.

During those two months, you enjoyed each other’s company, even if Eddie was just writing a campaign and you were playing on your Game & Watch, while you both talked about various things, including Eddie’s upcoming gigs as well as your work.

One day, you were sitting on your bed, playing your Dungeons and Dragons handheld game when Eddie had put down his campaign book, asking you, “Can I have a go now?”

“In a minute,” you replied, concentrating on the maze.

“Oh come on, you said that half an hour ago,” Eddie whined.

“You can play one of my other handhelds if you need a break from campaign writing.”

You were focusing on the game when Eddie started tickling you, making you squeal.

“Eddie, no! Let me finish and then you can have it!” You both chuckled, as Eddie tackled you on the bed.

You moved your handheld away so he couldn’t grab it, when suddenly, Eddie fell on top of you. Your laughters died down, as Eddie moved his head to face you. You both gazed at each other when Eddie leaned down to kiss you. At first, it took you by surprise. But, you shut your eyes, letting him carry on kissing you. You were so deep into the kiss, that you didn’t notice Eddie moving his hands up to yours, reaching for your game. As he got hold of the game, he broke off the kiss, and gave you a smug smile, before getting up with the game in his hand.

“You-“ You began to speak. But you stopped and giggled. As Eddie triumphantly continued to play the game, you grabbed one of your other games and started playing it. However, after that kiss, you couldn’t focus on playing.

A couple of weeks had passed since that kiss. You noticed that Eddie didn’t touch you anymore. You wanted to know why. You also wanted to know why he kissed you, if he did it just to get to your game or if there was something more, but you never had a chance to. Until one day, when you were hanging out with Eddie at his trailer. He was sitting at his desk, painting one of his figurines while you were sitting on his bed, playing Donkey Kong. However, you couldn’t concentrate on the game.You had put down the handheld and rubbed your eyes, when Eddie turned around to look at you, noticing that you weren’t playing.“You okay, sweetheart?” He asked with a concerned look on his face. You nodded, before replying, “Yeah, I’m just bored of playing I guess.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows, as he said, “You? Bored of playing games? That’s not like you. You haven’t been possessed by the Mind Flayer, have you?” Eddie chuckled, when he noticed your vacant expression. He got off his chair and squatted in front of you, feeling your forehead to check your temperature, “You’re not getting sick, are you?” He asked.

“No, I’m not,” you replied, as you gently moved his hand away.

“Well...” He cleared his throat before asking you. “Do you...want to help me paint? Or, I can read you some of my new material for my campaign-“

“Why did you kiss me?” You interjected.

Eddie silently gazed at you, before asking you, “What?”

“A couple of weeks ago, you kissed me. Why?”

“Well because I...” Eddie bit his lip, and stood up, before he sat back on his chair. He sighed, before replying, “I don’t know.”

He turned back to his figurines, when you replied, “What? You don’t know?”

You huffed, before continuing to speak, “Eddie, you don’t kiss someone and say you don’t know. I’m not sure if you did it to distract me or if you wanted to. These past two weeks I’ve been feeling so confused. You don’t even hug or touch me anymore.”

Eddie winced as you continued to ask him, “I mean, what are we exactly?”

“We’re friends,” Eddie coldly, without looking at you. “Just friends.”

You felt your heart break, as you quietly repeated, “Just friends?”

You tearfully gazed at him, watching him paint one of the figurines. Eddie sighed, as he continued to paint when he heard the front door slam. He turned to the bed, finding you’ve left. There was nothing left of you in his room, except your game. He got up from his chair and walked over to the bed, picking up the handheld. He groaned, as he asked himself, “Jesus Munson, why couldn’t you just tell her?”

A moment later, you entered your home, and dropped your bag on the floor. You were wiping your tears when you were startled by Carly and Steve, who were in sitting in the living room, watching a movie. They both turned to greet you when Carly asked, “Are you okay?” You silently ran upstairs and ran into your room.

“I’ll go and check on her,” Carly told Steve, as she lightly patted his thigh. Carly got up and was halfway up the stairs when the bell rang. She went back down the stairs and opened the door, finding Eddie standing outside, with the handheld in his hand. He asked her if you were in. Carly folded her arms, replying, “She’s just come in. In tears.”

A guilty Eddie bit his lip, as she asked him, “Did it have something to do with you?”

“I need to see her.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to see you-“

“Please...just let me talk to her.”

Carly sighed, before telling him, “You know where her room is.”

Eddie thanked her, as he ran upstairs. When he reached your door, he gently knocked on it, before opening it when he heard you say, “Leave me alone, Carly. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Eddie looked around the room, seeing where your voice was coming from. “Sweetheart?” He called out.

You poked your head up from the other side of bed, wiping your tears. “What you doing here?” You asked.

Eddie waved his hand, holding the handheld as he replied. “You left it on my bed.”

You turned away from him, resting your chin on your knees, when you heard the bed squeak. Eddie sat down on the end of the bed, as he placed your handheld on it, nearer to you, before apologising, “I’m sorry for what I said, sweetheart.”

“What, for saying that we’re just friends?” You retorted. “That’s all we are, right?”

“We are, but...I don’t want us to be just friends. I wanted to be more than that.”

Your eyes widened, as you turned to him. “What?”

Eddie sighed, as he sat on the floor next to you before confessing, “I don’t know what came over me that day. It just...happened. At first, I did it to distract you so I could grab your game. But ever since then, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I wanted to say something before, but-“

Eddie paused as you silently gazed at him. He sighed, as he scratched his head before telling you, “We both know that we haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to dating, and knowing that I’m falling in love with you, it scares the shit out of me, because I didn’t want to ruin what we have. I just...” Eddie huffed, before confessing, “I don’t want to lose you.”

You started to process what he had confessed, when Eddie suddenly got up from the floor, as he told you, “I’ll see myself out.” Eddie walked up to the door and put his hand on the handle, when you got up off the floor and called out, “Eddie, wait!”

Eddie turned to face you, when you rushed up to him. You then cupped his face and passionately kissed him. Eddie gasped, as you moved your hands to wrap your arms around his neck. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, as he reciprocated. You moved backwards whilst kissing him, bringing him to your bed. You laid back on the bed while Eddie straddled you, as he deepened the kiss when he accidentally kicked your handheld off the bed. You both broke off the kiss, looking where the handheld landed. “Shit,” Eddie muttered, before telling you as he was about to get off the bed, “Sorry, I’ll go and get it-“

“No no, leave it,” you panted, as you cupped his face again, pulling him in for another kiss. Eddie spun you, so that you were on top of him. You both moaned as you continued to kiss. You were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t listen to Carly calling for you, “Are you okay in there? I heard crashing-Oh!”

You and Eddie broke off the kiss, looking over to your door, seeing Carly standing in the doorway, with her head turned away from you both. Carly cleared her throat, before asking, “I take it that you two have reconciled?”

You buried your face into Eddie’s neck, trying to hold back your laughter. “I’ll leave you guys alone,” Carly told you, before leaving your room, closing the door behind her. After she left, you and Eddie giggled for a moment, before Eddie softly asked you, “So, where were we?” You giggled, before he leaned towards you to kiss you again.

After that day, you and Eddie had decided to give the relationship a try. You still hung out like normal, but you were able to kiss whenever you wanted, as long as you weren’t distracting Eddie from his campaign writing. The same applied to Eddie so he wouldn’t distract your game playing. You even had arranged date nights playing Dungeons and Dragons. There had been times that Eddie would kill off your characters during your D&D dates. However, that didn’t make you love him less. “I’m starting to run out of character ideas. At this rate, you’ll end up dating Tiamat,” you joked as you wrote on your character sheet, while sitting on Eddie’s lap, as he kept kissing your shoulder and neck. There were even times when you had beaten him at various video games, Eddie would bow down to you, constantly praising you, “How can a guy be proud of his girlfriend beating him at a video game?” You both heard Keith say, as he walked past you both at the arcade one time. You both brushed off the comment, as you both carried on playing Dragon’s Lair.

Even when Eddie was late for your dinner dates, due to the Hellfire meetings overrunning, you were never mad at him. “Sweetheart, I am so sorry that the meeting overran,” Eddie apologised, as he came inside your house one time, holding a bouquet in his hand. “I should’ve called you-“ You smiled and silenced him by kissing him. After you pulled away, you took the bouquet from him, thanking him for them. “I just need to boil the vegetables and then I can dish the dinner up,” you told him, before finding a vase for the flowers.

After you filled the vase with water and added the flowers, you placed it on the table and made your way back to kitchen to started boiling the vegetables. You were getting the plates and cutlery ready when you felt Eddie’s arms around your waist, hugging you from the back. You smiled, as you felt Eddie resting his chin on your shoulder, hearing him say softly, “How did I get so lucky?”

You softly chuckled, “You ask me that every time, Eddie.” You both laughed before you turned to him to give him a tender kiss. You turned your attention back to the vegetables, as you asked him, “Can you help set the table for me please?”

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, as he leaned forward to kiss you, before grabbing the cutlery.

After you had finished dinner, Eddie offered to do the washing up, After he had finished washing, drying and putting everything away in the cupboards and drawers, you grabbed a D20 dice from the table and gave to him. “Okay, Eddie the Banished. Roll for a dessert,” you told him.

Eddie chuckled, as he shook the dice in his hand and threw it on the counter. The dice fell onto the floor and slowly stopped rolling. You kneeled down and checked what he had rolled. You looked up and smiled, as you told him, “Twenty.”

You picked up the dice, and stood up, as you asked a gloating Eddie, “So, what do you fancy for dessert tonight?”

“Well, there’s something...” Eddie cheekily began to reply, before he leaned forward and hungrily kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, when he grabbed your buttocks, lifting you up. You squealed as Eddie carried you upstairs, taking you to your room.

Almost four years later, the two of you were still together. Every year on your anniversary, you and Eddie would have dinner at Enzo’s, something that he would save up money for. However, he had decided to take you there a couple of months earlier than your actual anniversary. “Eddie, this is lovely, but you do realise that our anniversary isn’t for another two months, right?” You asked him, as you both were having your meal.

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie replied. “But I thought we could celebrate something else.”

You gasped, before asking him, “Did Corroded Coffin finally get a record deal?”

“I wish,” Eddie chuckled, before replying, “Nah, it’s actually four years since we first met. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget?” You giggled. “It seemed like only yesterday that I caught Carly and Steve making out in the ladies.”

Eddie chuckled, before telling you, “Yeah, but if they hadn’t ditched us, I wouldn’t have got to know you more.”

“True.”

You smiled, as a nervous Eddie asked, “Sweetheart, you know that every year since we got together, that I would save up for us to come here and you would save up for our vacations?”

“Yeah?” You looked at Eddie with confusion, when Eddie confessed, “Well...this wasn’t the only thing that I saved up for.”

Eddie rummaged through his jacket pocket and took out a small jewellery box, as he got up from his chair and suddenly got down on one knee.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, as you clapped your hand on your mouth, trying not to cry.

Eddie said your full name, while he opened up the box, revealing a diamond ring inside, before he asked you, “Will you marry me?”

You sobbed, as you nodded. “Yes, I will.” You leaned forward to kiss Eddie, as you heard other customers in the restaurant clap and cheer for you both.

You and Eddie never had the best of luck when it came to dating other people, but your luck had definitely changed after finding each other.