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Chapter 1
Chapter 1 in the Teachers Assistant series
Warnings : age gap
Notes : Y/H/T stands for your home town
When you woke up that morning you made sure to put on your best outfit, and by best you mean the most revealing one you had, a short skirt and a front tied blouse. You wore it because it was your first day of being Professor Healys T.A. and you wanted to dress to impress the young professor.
You quickly made your way to his office and knocked on the door. "Come in" he said from the otherside of the oak door. You open the door slowly, before slipping into his office. "Hey Professor" you say as you approach his desk. He looks up from the stack of papers hes grading and smiles when he sees its you. "Hey Y/n, thanks for coming in so late" he says and gestures for you to take a seat on one of chairs across from him.
"Of course! I'm more than happy to help" you say a tad to eager, before sitting down. "Y/N you know you can call me Matty right?" he says as he laughs at your formality's. "Yes right, sorry matty" you say, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. "It's quite alright darling" Matty says, enjoying the way your cheeks flush once again when he calls you that. Him calling you darling has your stomach doing flips, and your cheeks flushing once more. "So um wh-what did you need help with" you stutter out, "Well I just wanted to get to know you, I know it's late and I would've called you in sooner but I had meeting after meeting today" Matty says. "Oh well what do you wanna know?" you ask, "Anything you're willing to share" he says and leans back in his chair.
"Well I'm 21, I'm studying Music Mangement which I love since music has been such a big part of my life. Um I'm an only child and am originally from (Y/H/T). I'm quite fond of writing and watching old movies, my favorite being True Romance, it's such a classic" you say as you try to think of more. "True Romance happens to be my favorite movie as well" he says, a bright smile appearing on his face. "Really? Most people tell me they've never heard of it before" you say, as you mirror his expression.
"It's a masterpiece, in fact I even wrote a song based on it" he says, which surprises you. "You're a song writer?" you ask, he chuckles "Before I taught i was in a band with some of my best mates, and I was the leader singer" he confesses. "Thats so cool, if you don't mind me asking why did you leave the band?" you ask. He sighs, "Well we all grew old and wanted to settle down, well at least they did, me on the other hand can't sit still so I decided to go back to school get a degree and start teaching" Matty says, "Wow , you've had quite the life professor" you say as you sit in awe at the man infront of you.
Somehow learning he was once in a band makes you even more attracted to him then you were before. "I'll have to play you something sometime, since you said you're a music major" he says. "I'd love that, maybe you could even teach me guitar" you joke, "I wouldn't be opposed to that" he says, catching you off guard.
"You didn't gel your hair back today" you blurt out, not sure how to break the silence that overcame you both. "I thought it was time to let the curls breath" he jokes, a runs his hand through his curly hair, an action you've dreamt about doing before. "You look better with your natural hair, more handsome" you say without thinking. "Shit i um sorry I-" you stutter, "Don't be sorry love" he says, the way the word love falls off his tongue makes you squeeze your thighs together.
"I should probaby go, but it was nice getting to know you prof- Matty, I'll see you in class on monday" you say and quickly stand up and head for the door. "Why in such a rush?" he asks, as he makes his way around the desk and up to you. "Well I-" you stutter, the closeness of his body to yours makes your heat speed up. "Do I make you nervous y/n?" he asks, as he steps closer to you, the space between your two bodies becoming smaller and smaller. You swallow as your eyes meet his, "A little" you whisper. "Hopefully not in a bad way" he says, you shake your head "No no of course not, I'm just always nervous around guys who I find attractive" you blurt out, once again not processing what you're saying until the words have already left your mouth.
"You think I'm attractive?" he asks, and gently pushes a stray hair behind your ear. "God yes" you mumble, not being able to contain yourself. You knew this was wrong, he's your professor and 13 years your senior for godsake but he was just so tempting, and unbelievably attractive. "I think you're quite attractive as well darling" he whispers, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. Before you can speak you hear your phone go off in your bag. You mentality curse whoever was calling you for interrupting the moment between you and matty.
"Shit it's my friend, I'm sorry Matty I gotta run" you say, a pout forming on your face from having to leave the gorgeous man infront of you. "It's ok darling, I'll see you later" he says, before making his way back to his office chair. You quickly wave goodbye to him before rushing out the door and back to your apartment to face time your bestfriend.
Matty sat back in his chair after you left, a million thoughts swirled in his head. He knew it was strictly taboo to have a Teacher student relationship, plus you were 13 years his junior. But he couldn't stop thinking about you, and the way your eyes lit up when he shared he had the same favorite movie as you. He knew you were going to be trouble for him and that he should stay away, but he just couldn't and he could tell you couldn't stay away either.
#matty healy#mattyhealyfanfic#the 1975#matty healy x oc#matty healy smut#adam hann#george daniel#ross macdonald#matty healy fanfiction#bfiafl
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I've seen ppl answering these and I know you probaby don't do these but I thought I could at least try via ask. Anyway, you don't have to answer these if you don't want to. Love you dude, btw
• How old are you? • Tall or short? • Sexuality? • Describe yourself briefly • Something you like about yourself? • Favorite hobbies outside your blog? • Something no one would guess about you • Weird quirks you have • One talent you wished you had • A word your friends would use to describe you • Craziest thing that's ever happened to you • Have you ever been in love? • What is your biggest fear? • Why did you start this blog? • Your favorite food? • Least favorite food? • Favorite TV shows? • Favorite movie of all time? • Favorite musicians? • Do you have any pets?
I don't usually participate in these, but you being so nice and all... I can make an exception.
How old are you? I'm 30
Tall or short? Very short, I'm only 5'1 ft, 156 cm
Sexuality? Eh, I don't like labeling myself but if I had to, it'd say bisexual.
Describe yourself briefly I'm an introverted dork that doesn't vibe with most people. I dig music, art, and I love a lot. I either love too much or not at all. I've been vegan for over 10 years now and I love funny people. Other than that, I'm just a very poetic soul that also loves to play video games from time to time.
Something you like about yourself? I'd say it's my knowledge in English. I've been self 'learning' it for 9 years now (never been abroad) and I was able to learn the language to the point where it became a huge part of my life. Like I literally use it more than my mother language. That's a thing I definitely like about myself.
Favorite hobbies outside your blog? I write; creative writing, poetry. Both fulfil my creative mind. Then I love reading (ofc). I also draw, play video games, work with graphic programs and I love taking pictures.
Something no one would guess about you I have a very high sex drive, lmao 🫣😂 and people would never guess this about me, cause I literally look like I have a ribbon buckled to my vagina.
Weird quirks you have Oh, god, I can't stand hand cuts. Like you can literally show me a vid of someone having their throat slit and I'll be fine, but then you show me a vid of someone having their palm sliced, or simply just someone cutting their finger and I'll go all asdfghjklsdfghjk.
One talent you wished you had Damn, I wish I could draw from imagination. I can draw but I can't ever draw anything just by trying to see it in my head. That's so fucking frustrating. And weird. Anyone else having this problem?
A word your friends would use to describe you Idk about one word, but my best friend says I'm the funniest person she has ever met, so does that count? Lol, Idk why she says this.
Craziest thing that's ever happened to you Omg, trauma alert... when my boss (a male) caressed the top of my head.
Have you ever been in love? I still am.
What is your biggest fear? Fuck, it's hurricanes and tornados. I actually have a phobia, it's called 'ancraophobia' and it's a fear of strong wind. (I swear I don't fear normal wind tho, I'm not that weird, actually, ok?).
Why did you start this blog? When I came here one day I realized that there were only a few blogs that were dedicated to the game stuff. So I said why the hell not? I didn't expect to have an actual fanbase here, it's crazy. Love you guys.
Your favorite food? Lentils, that's the shit.
Least favorite food? I'd say meat.
Favorite TV shows? Okay, not gonna mention TLOU cause it's obvious, but the very first show that pops into my mind every time is Breaking Bad. I love this show to bits. Then I also love TWD, OITNB, Better Call Saul, Wentworth, This Is Us, Lost, The Killing.
Favorite movie of all time? My most favorite movie of all time will forever be Ginger Snaps (2000). I've loved this movie ever since I was 11. It's been 19 years ever since and I still love it to pieces. Aaaaah!
Favorite musicians? I love a lot of music, but my most favorite is Damien Rice. I love that guy and what he does. Right behind him are Cigarettes After Sex and Mazzy Star (just pure love). Then it would be Joshua Radin, The Hope Arsenal, Yaeow, The Paper Kites, The Smiths, R.E.M., Blur, BoDeans
Do you have any pets? My chonky boi guinea pig
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Karaoke night in the Devildom headcannons
This took longer to get out than I wanted; halfway through the tumblr app closed and I lost my draft 😓
This is formatted a little differently than my other headcannons but that’s because its not tailored for specific characters
Enjoy!
The idea for a karaoke night came from Diavolo
He was doing research so that he could better communicate with you and Solomon
Turns out Diavolo’s ‘research’ was just binging popular tv shows so he could understand and pop culture references that get made by the devildom’s resident humans
Also what a dad thing to do lol, Diavolo has such ‘old dad trying to fit in with his kids’ vibes
Anywho in a lot of these shows he watched he saw ‘karaoke’ many times and thought it looked like fun
Diavolo brings the idea to Lucifer and Barbatos, he said it would be a good way for all of the exchange students to grow closer relationships as a group
So its decided. This Friday after everyone’s classes are done there will be a karaoke party held at Diavolo’s place
When you get there the angels and Solomon are already there
Also there’s been TVs set up for displaying lyrics and such
Also a pretty big stage at the front of the room.
The more you look around the wilder it is, where Diavolo said there would be a few snacks is a whole-ass buffet
Beel has already made a home there
There are tables and chairs so you can sit and enjoy the singing.
After everyone gets settled the Karaoke starts
No expense has been spared, there is every human song you could imagine cataloged and ready to go
Simeon and Luke decide to go first and after that its just whoever wants to go
Everyone is hesitant to go at first so for like 15 minutes its just Simeon and Luke going hard to like,,, hymns and shit
Turns out the music that the angels like is just the same boring stuff you heard in church.
Needless to say its making everyone else bored out of their minds and someone has to step in and stop it.
Asmo steps up to the challenge, they queue up some demon music you’re not really familiar with and that’s when the real fun starts
Even though you and Solomon don’t know all of these songs the demons are singing its pretty much a unanimous agreement that anything at all is better than the songs Luke and Simeon were doing.
They wont really say it but even they admit these other songs are a little more fun than theirs.
Mammon and Asmo pretty much take turns going up and everyone else goes up every now and then when they think of a song they’d like to do
The only two who don’t go up at all are Lucifer, who doesn’t want to sing ‘like a fool’ (his words) in front of his brothers. And Satan who just sits at a table and enjoys the show.
When you eventually go up its because Asmo dragged your up there and because you don’t know the songs you kinda have to look at the lyrics and make it up as best you can.
Solomon is surprisingly out of his element but gives it a solid effort too.
It becomes a fun game for everyone involved to see how well the humans could get the song without knowing it.
Eventually you decide you’d rather do songs you knew.
It’s pretty much cannon that MC and Solomon don’t know each other that well because no one trusts Solomon
However
When you start doing human songs Solomon is the only other one who really knows them, the two of you do human karaoke songs together
This may be a little crack headcannons i have, but I cant help thinking that Solomons taste in human music is nothing like what you’d expect
One Direction. What I’m getting at is that i cant get over the idea that Solomon had a huge One Direction phase.
Anyways you and Solomon get to flip the script and now the demons and angels get to have a go at guessing human songs
Diavolo is up first for singing with the humans to do human songs. He’s horrible at it, but his attempts were so genuine that its more endearing than anything else.
Diavolo makes Barbatos go up there and sing human songs with you, Barbatos is surprisingly good at it but he doesn’t care for being on the stage much so he’ll tap out after about two songs.
Asmo, Mammon, Belphie and Beel will each do human songs with you
Levi will only do obscure songs from games or anime’s he’s seen or played before. No one else really get his songs, but you’re all suppotive of him while he’s up there nonetheless
Simeon and Luke will sit with Satan at his table and watch, just enjoying being there, they’re just happy to watch everyone else enjoying themselves.
Please for the love of god do everything you can to stop Asmo from doing show tunes, he will drag you into them and he will preform them with everything in his heart. He will expect you to do the same.
The night’ll end around midnight and everyone will be so tired, but will have had a lot of fun no matter if they participated a lot or not.
Turns out Diavolo was right, it was a great team building event. After this you can expect regular karaoke nights once every three or four months
#obey me#obey me!#obey me headcanons#obey me hc#obey me shall we date#obey me diavolo#obey me angels#obey me solomon#this is so fun#and it probaby is better in my head than I can write it#my fic#please feel free to add on#obey me imagines#id love to hear what yall think
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Hi! Please could you write a short hurt/comfort for destiel? I'm in an angsty mood and I'm not sure why
Woops, I hope you consider 2.2k ‘short’. And I hope you’ll feel better soon! ♥
“You feeling any better, Cas?” Dean asked into the dimness of the room, only illuminated by the hall lights behind him. From his vantage point, he could only vaguely make out the shape of Castiel on top of his comforter, spread out like a starfish and eerily still. The weird position probably would have made Dean laugh any other day, but he didn’t feel like laughing in that moment -- the images of the last hunt were still burned too freshly in his mind. Of himself being struck down by one of the harpies and almost torn from limb to limb, had Castiel not arrived in the nick of time, deftly striking them down with the wrath of God, and looking so fucking lost and shell-shocked right after.
Though, ‘wrath of God’ was probably the wrong phrasing, seeing as Castiel had completely lost his grace not so long ago, and was just as human, even if a bit more awkward, as the rest of them.
Dean guessed that was also the reason for his dramatic position, and his withdrawal from all of them once they had finished the hunt. Down in the dirt with them all, it must have sucked to have had such close calls, whereas before, he could have smote them with so much as a glance.
“Go away, Dean,” Castiel said, and his deadpan delivery actually made Dean laugh.
“Alright, princess, but only if you tell me what’s wrong.”
Dean could see Castiel turning his face towards him, the light from the hallway briefly catching in his eyes.
“Because you always tell me what’s wrong whenever you are suffering.”
“Alright, alright, alright,” Dean grumbled, feeling himself flush for some inexplicable reason. “Have it your way. I actually just came here to ask you if you wanted to come for dinner, but I’m guessing that Mr. Mopey Pants probably wants to eat about as much as he wants to talk.”
“That’s correct, Dean,” Castiel confirmed.
“Jesus,” Dean sighed to himself, regretting all of his life choices (as usually). Instead of doing the sensible thing and just walking away to let Castiel sulk by himself, he stepped into Castiel’s room and shut the door behind himself, extinguishing almost all of the outside light. Without bothering to turn on the ceiling light in return, he drew closer to the bed, stumbling in the darkness. Although he could not see with his eyes unadjusted to the lack of light, he knew the layout of the room well enough not to bump into anything -- besides, all he had to do was follow the always palpable existence of another human being in the room. Without so much as hitting his foot, his knees sank into the soft give of the mattress.
He wanted to sit down at the edge of the bed and have a calm and collected conversation with his best friend, as any normal person would do. What he wound up doing instead was not to stop there, for whatever reason: once his knees hit the bed, he suddenly found himself climbing on top of it, and since Castiel was all spread out on it, there was nowhere for Dean to go but on top of him. Not on top-on top of him, of course -- he did not press his body up against his, like some sexual fiend. No, all he did was try to lie down next to Castiel, and lied down on his arm and part of his thigh instead, though he tried to minimize the contact. However, he was apparently the only one interested in doing so because, despite their awkward positioning, Castiel made no move to withdraw from him and instead stayed rooted where he was, all spread out.
As Dean adjusted his body, he thought he heard Castiel’s breath catch in the darkness, just so. For his own sanity, he decided to discard it.
“Cas, listen,” Dean began, “I know I’m not exactly the poster child for talking out your issues, but, uhm, I’m trying to do better. And encourage myself and other people to say when they got a problem. Be more open and all that. It’s a bit weird at first, I get it, but it does help.” That flush again, heating his skin. “Me, at least. It makes me feel better. Less alone, I guess. Less responsible for,” he made a throwaway gesture that could only be heard in the room, not seen, “everything, I guess.”
Castiel remained silent for a while, probaby mulling over Dean’s words. Then, he made a quiet sound of assent. “You do,” he agreed evenly, “feel responsible for everything.”
Dean could not help but groan. “Yeah, thanks, man. That wasn’t my point, though.”
“Yes,” Castiel said easily, “your point was that I should talk about whatever bothers me.”
Dean felt like rolling his eyes again. “If you got it, spare me your jokes.”
“Oh,” Castiel said, his arm twitching under Dean’s weight. He sounded surprised that Dean had gotten that his flat assessment had been an attempt at a joke and maybe a deflection -- as if Dean hadn’t known him long enough to be able to recognize his weird sense of humor that others often misunderstood as him being socially awkward.
“Yeah,” Dean huffed out, but there was no heat behind it. Just feeling Castiel’s arm and thigh under him was enough to keep him calm and somewhat endeared to the former angel, strangely enough. Maybe he needed to go out more.
“But,” Castiel began, pausing for yet another moment before commencing again, “but what if whatever bothers me is lying on top of me and trying to get me to talk about what bothers me?”
It took Dean a minute before he got what Castiel was driving at with his weird wording, and then he felt his body stiffening up. “You calling me a bother?”
Right, he hadn’t come there to hear that kind of crap. If Cas wanted to be alone, then so be it.
Just as inelegantly as he had climbed onto the bed, he attempted to roll off of it. But before he could quite get up and leave the moody angel behind, there were hands grappling at his shoulder and hips, pulling him right back.
Dean grunted as he fell back against Castiel, who only tightened his grip to keep Dean in a weird kind of embrace.
Suddenly finding himself winded, Dean could do nothing but stay where he was, Castiel’s arms around his chest and his face burrowed in his neck.
Cas smells so good, Dean thought in a moment of stupidity, incapable of not enjoying their unexpected proximity, Castiel’s hands and breath on his body. He wished they could stay like that forever, close and under cover of darkness, nothing but the two of them.
“Dean,” Castiel sighed, the warmth of the spoken name not just in Dean’s heart but also on his skin. “Do you have any idea what it felt like to see you like that?”
Dean, dumbly drunk as he was on Castiel, was far from understanding whatever Castiel was hinting at. “Wha--?”
“See you almost ripped asunder from those harpies, crying out and yelling my name--,” Castiel faltered, swallowing.
Dean didn’t even remember calling out for Castiel specifically. He thought all he had done was scream and curse and hoping for either Cas or Sam to come and help him.
“And had they succeeded, there would have been nothing I could’ve done for you. I could not have healed you, put your body back together the way it belongs. The way it is right now.”
With any other guy and under any other circumstances, the way one of Castiel’s hands suddenly roamed his body while the other held Dean tightly against his own body probably would have felt like someone trying to cop a feel against Dean’s will. Especially since Castiel did not exactly hold back, but panted as though holding back a sob while he touched any part of Dean’s body he could reach. As it was, Dean knew it wasn’t Cas’ intention to molest him or make him uncomfortable: it was self-reassurance, pure and simple. Something Dean understood instinctively, had needed more than enough times himself. Which was why he didn’t shy away or tell Castiel to stop. No, instead, he relaxed himself into his hold, and nuzzled back against his head.
“This what all of this is about, Cas?” Dean asked in a hoarse whisper. “You feel bad about not being able to mojo it all better anymore?” He could have probably been more precise in his words by asking if he felt bad about not being an angel anymore, but as much would have been understood; he did not mean to hurt Castiel any more than he already was hurting.
“I feel bad about seeing you like that,” Castiel deflected. Then, “I was scared when seeing you like that. Scared of losing you. And of being helpless to prevent it.”
There was a sudden lump in Dean’s throat. “You didn’t lose me, though. And you did prevent it.”
“Had I arrived even one moment later, Dean,” Castiel objected, pain thickening his voice, “then you would’ve lost an arm or two, or even your life. And I could not have healed you, restored your body. You might’ve died, Dean, and there would’ve been nothing I--”
That was about as far as he got because with a press of his lips, Dean cut him right off. Despite the shocked little noise that Castiel let out, he kissed back right away, his hand returning to angle Dean’s head to kiss him deeper, taste him wholly.
It was Dean’s turn to be surprised when he felt Castiel’s tongue and lips immediately claim him that way, without any hesitation.
By the time they broke apart, both panting and staring at each other in the dimness, Dean had ended up with his back on the bed, Castiel hovering over him.
“Don’t--,” Dean pressed out through heavy breaths, “don’t be a child, Cas. You didn’t come late -- in fact, you came at the exact right time to fucking save me. And you saved me with what you can do now, as a human, not as an angel. Without you, things might’ve gone downhill. Or they might’ve not. Who knows, maybe Sammy would’ve saved me.”
He could practically feel the frown above him.
“What I’m trying to say is: on a hunt, anything can happen. Might go good, and yeah, might go bad. It’s what we’re used to -- known all our lives. All we can do is give our best and hope it all pans out. And work with what we got. Same as you. Yeah, you can’t magically mojo all my injuries away, but you can kill any bitch with a blade like it’s nobody’s business. You’re quick and precise, and a damn asset to our hunts, if you ask me. And that’s what you should be focusing on. Thinking about the shoulda woulda coulda doesn’t help in any way -- think of what’s right in front of you, not what’s in the past or in the future. Ain’t nothing we can do anything about anyway. Well, not much, at least.”
Dean was proud of his little joke by the end there, but Castiel did not laugh. Did not even chuckle, that bastard. Instead, he made a contemplative noise as he listened and thought Dean’s words over again.
“What’s right in front of me, huh?” Castiel reiterated thoughtfully, one of his thumbs tracing the line of Dean’s jaw and his lips.
Dean squeezed his eyes shut and fought against the urge to kiss that teasing finger. “Not exactly what I meant, but yeah.”
“To me, that’s exactly what you meant,” Castiel said, with unprecedented lightness. “To not dwell on how badly you could’ve been hurt and how you screamed my name, but on how whole you are right now, how alive, thanks to me, and how much pleasure you could still receive.”
Dean was glad that Castiel could not possibly see how flaming his cheeks must have been. “That an offer, Cas?” His voice came out much lower than he had been going for, which however seemed well enough.“‘Cause lemme tell you, if it is, I wouldn’t mind showing my savior how thankful I am. How fucking alive.”
“It could be,” Castiel replied, his voice dipping in kind.
Which was an unexpected turn of events, if Dean had ever experienced one, and he had actually experienced many. But, true to his own words, he should focus on what was in front of him. What had, in fact, been in front of him for a whole damn while now, he had just been too chickenshit to reach out for it.
Not anymore, though. Instead of drawing back and laughing it all off, diminishing the heat and warmth he felt for the weirdo on top of him, he laid a hand on Castiel’s cheek, let out a sigh, and pulled him back into another kiss.
#fanfic-corner#thank you for the prompt!!#destiel#spn#miriam writes#human!cas#fanfiction#hurt/comfort
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three stars ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️
::In very convincing Matthew McConaughey Texan:: Alright alright alright, 3 stars, 3 fics to disclose little nuggets of info on...
1. From Fixer Upper, Chapter 4 - Jon and Dany’s text exhange:
She was laughing even as she sent the text, knowing how touchy he was about this topic. Honestly, it was the whole reason she sent it.
Dany: I can’t believe we’ve been fake dating this long and you haven’t sent me a single dick pic 😖
The text bubble appeared for so long she was a little worried, but then his novel-length answer appeared. She was two lines in before she was laughing so hard she was crying and her vision blurred beyond her ability to continue reading at all.
Jon: How ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU?! Apparently I need to explain this AGAIN? If the Westerosi Security Agency is going to see my dick they can come here and do it in person like men. I’m not just gonna offer it up on a silver platter for them. Also need I remind you I am a small business owner, madam? This store is my kingdom and you ask me to besmirch it’s good name so you can see my cock at 2 pm on a Thursday? I’m disappointed in you Daenerys, I really am.
It should probably come as no surprise, given the ‘Buttslut’ text I shared awhile back, that a lot of the dialogue I write (including text messages) comes from the way my husband and I talk to each other, and in this case I based Jon’s reluctance to free the Peen digitally off my own husband’s unbreakable stance that sending dick pics means your dick is then somewhere in the cloud and idk I guess he thinks the Governtment is just chilling and collecting nudes all day. Anyway, I really did ask him once when we were dating why he had never sent me a dick pic and he said something along the lines of Jon’s response here, and even now, years later, it still makes me laugh, so I used it :)
2. A Thin Line (Just some thoughts on this fic in general, that I’m not sure I’ve shared):
I was SURE, ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that a lot of people would hate this fic. Like, I was over the top about ‘Hey this is crack’, etc, because as much fun as I had making them just awful people to each other, I was like ‘ugh there’s gonna be some stans in both camps that maybe get pissed about this’, but I figured fuck it, let’s do it. The thing about them in this fic that I really, really enjoyed writing was that they are completely and totally unapologetic about themselves, and letting myself just really let them be the worst versions of themselves, I don’t know, guys. It felt good. So good that I was like ‘hmmmm, maybe keep it in the drafts.’
Because that’s the thing I like best about them and this fic - it’s not a redemption story about two tortured souls who find each other and then learn the error of their ways. It’s more like two villains meet at villain convention and will they birth the antichrist? Who knows, really, but probably, yes. Definitely.
Anyway, I really dug that so many people enjoyed their unspeakably assholish tendencies and please know I haven’t abandoned my part 3, in which Dany gets to snob it up in the North and you know, so more light bondage, maybe some matching prenups, I don’t want to give it all away.
3. From Fang and Claw, Chapter 1:
“When you say fucking,” Drogon drawled, “what exactly do you mean, snack?” The three were all gathered near the stone walls of the Keep, guards watching anxiously as the three creatures of legend circled and paced.
“Stop calling him that.” Rhaegal leaned in, nipping at Drogon’s swishing black tail. “He has a name.”
Drogon rolled his eyes, looking at his brother incredulously. “I’ll call him whatever I like. What’s he going to do? Howl me to death?”
Rhaegal glared, inching closer to Ghost. “He’s magic, like us, and he’s Jon’s, so you’d better behave.” The green dragon growled. “You know what mother said.”
The black dragon gave a dismissive snort, his eyes searching the windows of the Keep instead of Rhaegal or Ghost. “Be nice. Yes, I heard her. This is me. Being nice. Not eating this talking little snack.” His eyes shot to the wolf’s. “Rather nice of me, isn’t it,” teeth gnashed together, grinding as Drogon uttered grudgingly, “Ghost.”
The white wolf ignored the black dragon, his eyes also falling to the windows. “You want to know what fucking is or don’t you?”
“I want to know what it is you mean when you say Jon is fucking my mother, yes.” Drogon sounded angry, offended even, and Ghost was surprised two mighty creatures could be so absolutely innocent to the ways of the world. Why, he’d been fucking for years now. Surely there were girl dragons flying about somewhere, though the lack of fucking certainly explained the black dragon’s horrible attitude.
“I feel itchy.” Rhaegal was shifting restlessly beside him.
Ghost gave a wolfish grin. “You’re bonded to Jon now.” Rhaegal nodded though it was not a question. “That’s what it feels like when Jon’s fucking your mother.” The wolf’s mouth fell open, and he panted in Drogon’s direction. “Like an itch you need to scratch.”
His red eyes fell to the windows till he found the one he wanted, and he whispered for the duo to follow as closely as they could as they slid along side the ancient stone, ‘til they were just under the window to Jon’s chambers.
“Hear that?” He certainly could, and by the look of confusion on the dragons’ faces they could as well. The Silver Dany let out a throaty yell then, followed by Jon’s name, the sounds and smells of mating flowing from the open window and out into the night.
“Is he hurting her?” Drogon was rumbling and thrashing his tail about, rage building in those mad eyes.
But Rhaegal responded before Ghost could answer. “No.�� He drew the word out, his head rising until he could look into the room for himself, then shooting back down to stare at Ghost. “Why are they doing that?”
Drogon mirrored his brother’s actions, even angrier but endlessly puzzled when he lowered his head as well, clearly befuddled by what he’d seen. “Explain this!”
Ghost gave a shrug, padding off a few paces, ready to give his brother a spot of privacy with his mate, heading for the clearing along the tree line where he could scent some rabbits running. “It’s what they do.” The pair was scrambling after him, landbound, awkwardly lumbering after the sleek wolf. “Humans.” Both dragons remained clueless, and Ghost snagged a hare and crunched down heavily, warm blood streaking his fur, downing the small prey in a few bites before continuing. “When they want to make a pup.”
Drogon shuddered as he watched Ghost eat. “You’re a fucking savage.” He grumbled and groused, claws swiping out to catch an elk, idly shooting out gouts of flame to cook the meat before he began to tear it apart. “You don’t even cook your food, little snack.”
Rhaegal ignored it all, focused only on this new knowledge. “But our mother is a dragon.” His eyes lit up, suddenly, turning to his brother in excitement. “It’s how they make eggs!”
Ghost gave a snicker. “Humans don’t lay eggs.” He looked at the pair with amused eyes. “You lot come from eggs?”
Rhaegal gave a nod, but Drogon preened, proud as he broke his meal’s rib cage between his jaws. “You should be so lucky. We certainly do. Beautiful eggs people pay large sums of gold for.”
Ghost crouched, his attention on the deer he could now sense beyond the tree line. “Like a chicken then.” He leapt as the black dragon roared in outrage, his jaws sinking into the deer’s neck, and he pulled the twitching body out of the treeline to drop it in a heap before Rhaegal.
“NOT LIKE A CHICKEN!”
Rhaegal looked at Ghost pleadingly before he cooked the deer his host had provided, his eyes begging the wolf to stop baiting his brother, and Ghost grumpily complied.
“Alright, not like a chicken. Point is, humans have pups that look like them, and they don’t come from eggs.” He sat on his haunches, watching the pair as they ate.
“So,” Rhaegal snapped into a femur, “you meant to say that’s what Jon’s doing. Trying to put a small human in our mother.”
The wolf couldn’t stop the snicker of amusement. “Oh, no he’s already done that.” He looked at the pair wonderingly. What sort of beast were they, that they couldn’t smell the pup in their mother? “Now he’s just fucking her because it feels good.”
There is nothing funnier to me than the idea that (1) Ghost would ever try ot explain to anyone what sex is and (2) that the dragons wouldn’t know and would be VERY offended and it took a little bit for me to write this scene way way back ago when we all thought that Season 8 would not be a massive shitstain in history because I kept laughing so hard picturing this shit.
This story is probaby one of my favorites, just because it’s silly and every magical creature is TIRED TIRED I SAY of everyone dicking around and just the notion that they’re all like ‘THESE HUMANS ARE SO DUMB UGH DO WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!” It just really tickled me, and I might never have written it had the amazing @aweseeds not requested it after her winning bid for the Jonerys Unites charity event. So, everyone say thank you to aweseeds lol, this might’ve just stayed in my head and silly tumblr posts without that fine investment in fandom content.
Thank you lovely @frostbitepandaaaaa for the ask! I LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN’ YOU BITCH!
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Helloooo,
Do you think the demons would be confused and angry when their Mc calls them 'Angel' as a pet name? If you do, could you write a small scenario for those??
Bye bye 👋🏻
how the demons react when their gn!so calls them angel
this is so funny snjkflsd also sorry for being not active, i've been super duper busy and burned out
genre: crack, fluff
cw: slight language; blood, injuries, and slight angst in oswald's part
Lucia
❧ it catches him offguard at first, especially since y'all were having a cute little moment like cuddling in bed for a midafternoon nap and the warm sun is shining through the window, touching everything with a soft golden hue
❧ everything was so peaceful and serene but when you brushed your hand through his hair and commented "you look like an angel, luci" he jolted lmaoo
❧ his immediate thought was "is my hair turning white??" but then he remembers that "angel" is a pretty common pet name, especially in your world
❧ so like he understands what you meant and the intention behind your term of endearment, but at the same time he's like "??? why is angel a compliments?? aren't demons pretty too??"
❧ mans is conflicted: part of him wants to melt at your words, another part is annoyed at the word association, and a slightly bigger part wants to get back at you for using that particular term
❧ guess which part wins?
❧ so you notice that he's been kinda quiet since you've said that to him, so you turn down to look at his face to gauge his reaction only to see that this man has pulled the most disgusted look possible kinda like saiki k's annoyed face ajsfkb
❧ now you're like "huh?? what's that look for??" but his only response is wiggling out of your arms and turning over with a "hmph" so his back is facing you
❧ part of you wants to laugh at his little pouting episode but a bigger part of you is worried that he's like actually upset about something; i mean the two of you were just fine mere seconds ago!
❧ so you scoot over to him and grab onto his shoulder to try and turn him around but the guy just isn't budging, so you're just kinda left shaking him like "babeee what did i dooo :(("
❧ you eventually ask him if it was something you said, to which he scoffs, so you know you're on the right track and you start to think about what you could've said, or how you said something, that made him get like this
❧ it finally clicks that he might've gotten offended by you calling him an angel, so you cautiously ask if that's what got him upset
❧ he's quiet for a moment before he turns around suddenly, flopping himself on top of you, and whines about the audacity you had comparing him to the likes of that pretentious asshat mikael and how you scared him into thinking he was starting to show grey hairs
❧ the only reason you can tell he isn't actually upset is because he doesn't act this childlike when he's truly upset about something, so you just roll your eyes and groan, trying to roll him off of you
❧ he eventually shuts up and lifts his head to look you in the eye once more, so you take this as your chance to speak; "you had me worried there for a sec, i thought i offended you or made you mad" "did you not hear me? i am offended. angels are not as gorgeous as i am!" "lucia, you know what i meant >:("
❧ so pretty much, he's not upset or mad that you called him that; in some ways he's quite flattered cuz he knows the reputations and portrayals of angels and demons in your world, but he'd still rather you not call him that lol
Levy
❧ you were helping him rearrange some books in the library since some of them ended up out of order
❧ you were working on refilling one shelf but you were on a ladder and didn't feel like climbing back down to grab the books you needed, so what better choice than to ask your loving partner for help!!
❧ he was standing probaby five feet from you, so you call out to him, "hey, could you hand me those books, angel?"
❧ you see him freeze for a second before he turns his head toward you, looking utterly confused, saying, "huh? what did you just say??"
❧ you laugh a bit, there's no way he didn't hear you, he was practically standing right next to you, so you respond, "did you not hear me? i asked if you could hand me those books?" "no, not that, i understood that; what was the other thing you just said?"
❧ you have to stop and think for a second, did you just say anything else? were you thinking something that accidentally slipped out?
❧ he sees you don't know what he's referring to, so he decides to help you out: "what did you call me just now?" "hm? oh that? what was it... angel? yeah that was it"
❧ so he heard correctly. he just needs to process how he feels about it lol, pretty much he's just standing there with a serious, contemplative look on his face
❧ he stands in that one spot thinking for a solid two minutes before you have to snap him out of it, worried that he's having a crisis he is
❧ you climb down the ladder, walk toward him, and place one hand on his shoulder and the other one cupping his face
❧ he snaps out of it then and his face pretty much immediately turns red for a number of reasons: he's flustered by the physical contact and the fact you used a term of endearment, he's embarassed he took this long to process and respond, he's confused about the word you just used and if it was really one of endearment or if you were insulting him somehow
❧ he takes a sharp breath in before breaking away from your touch, simply stating "i don't like that, please don't refer to me as such" before heading up the ladder to finish your job for you, only he has you hand him the books
❧ he doesn't like "angel" as a pet name lol it makes him so confused and angry cuz he's so confused, like he wants to like it but he's got too many conflicting thoughts about it
Mefy
❧ he was showing you some new magic tricks he learned, nothing too special, just some pretty illusion type stuff
❧ he thought it was best to wait until it was dark outside so the glow of the magic would be that much stronger
❧ so he takes you outside to that little open field in the woods, it's a nice night out, warm enough to be comfortable without a jacket and there's a light breeze to make your hair and clothes flow, and the sky is perfectly clear so you can see all of the stars and the moon light up the sky and your surroundings
❧ he stands a few feet in front of you and asks if you're ready, and when you nod yes he takes a slow, deep breath in and begins mumbling some words under his breath, obviously concentrating very hard on making this spell perfect
❧ after a few seconds you see what this spell does: around the two of you dances several small, glowing orbs, resembling a combination of snow and the stars
❧ it's like he brought the heavens down to earth just for the two of you to be surrounded in its light, and when you shift your focus back to him you see him already staring back at you with a soft smile, eyes lit up with the hope to please you, hair and night shirt blowing softly in the wind, features lit up by that heavenly glow
❧ and you can't help but think, "my pretty angel"
❧ cue instant look of disgust on his face; turns out you said that out loud oops
❧ you immediately try to backtrack on your words, desperately explaining how everything around you just reminded you of a human portrayal of heaven and how in the middle of it all he looked so ethereal that you couldn't help but compare him to an angel
❧ it doesn't work, he's still bitter lmao
❧ he knows you meant that he just reminded you of a human concept of an angel, but he can't help but think you meant his magic reminded you of an angel's magic and his thoughts were like "i'm better than like all of the angels at the academy, and even mikael is no match for me, wtf do you mean i'm an angel??"
❧ the magic show ends shortly after cuz he got distracted and couldn't focus on keeping up the illusion and now the two of you are just awkwardly standing there in the dark
❧ he's the first to break the silence cuz he can practically feel your anxiousness, and he reassures you that he knows what you meant but firmly asks that you refrain from calling him "angel" again
❧ he's not mad at you, he just gets bitter at the thought of being compared to the angels, whether intentional or otherwise; he wants to feel special and superior lol
Oswald
❧ he had just gotten back from a mission kaim sent him on and he had a few injuries in addition to being completely exhausted
❧ so as soon as he stepped foot back into the cabin, you sat him down on the bed, grabbed the little first aid kit, and got to work
❧ he looked to be in a bit of discomfort due to his injuries, but when you started to clean the blood off of his skin and disinfect the wounds, his body slid down the wall the bed was pushed up against, completely relieved
❧ you made quick work cleaning and wrapping up his injuries, and as soon as you were done you turned to put the first aid kit away and grab him a glass of water
❧ when you turned back toward him, you took a quick second to admire how he looked in this moment; despite the fact that he was injured and absolutely beat from the mission, his face looked so relaxed and he radiated the relief and peace he felt finally being home with you
❧ you shook yourself out of your trance and made your way over to his bedside to give him his water
❧ "here you go, angel. would you like me to mix some medicine with tea to help with any pain?"
❧ you saw how he flinched at your statement and assumed that meant he was reminded that he, in fact, was in quite a bit of pain, so you immediately turned to set the kettle to boil and mix the herbs together
❧ the next few minutes go by in silence, only the sound of the fire under the kettle and the water beginning to boil filling the small home
❧ you pour the water over the clump of medicinal herbs at the bottom of an old tea cup, mix it all together, and blow on it a couple times to cool it down before walking it over to oswald
❧ he takes the cup and saucer and sets it down gently on his lap, staring down into the cup before quietly saying, "i'm no angel"
❧ you barely heard what he said and hummed in confusion, prompting him to repeat what he just said. "you called me angel. i'm no angel," he hesitated a bit before continuing, "not with the things i've done"
❧ you stand there and blink in shock, absorbing what he just revealed to you. you hadn't meant anything by the pet name, it was just something you heard a lot back in your old world and it must've just slipped out
❧ you bring your focus back to the present when you see how his grip tightens a bit around the tea cup and his face contorts a bit to show the anger he holds at himself and the things he's had to do because of who he is, and you immediately go to his side to comfort him
❧ you cup your hands against his cheeks and gently turn his head so that he's looking at you. you can see the pain and anger in his eyes, but some of it melts away as soon as he processes you in his line of vision
❧ you explain to him that the term just slipped out, that you hadn't meant anything by it other than expressing your love, concern, and care for him, and that you never intended to make him upset by saying it
❧ "i know you've done things that you aren't proud of, but i want you to know none of that matters to me. you'll always be mine, the love of my life, and i'll never look down at you or judge you for what you've had to do against your will."
❧ he keeps eye contact with you the entire time you speak, even though he wants to look away, initially in shame but later because the love and care he feels is almost too much for him to handle
❧ so when you're done reassuring him and you know he knows you'll always adore him, he looks at you with glassy eyes, whispers out a shaky "okay," and turns his head a bit to kiss the palm of your hand that cradles his face so gently
❧ he doesn't hate the term, he just doesn't think he deserves it
Kaim
❧ you were helping him tidy up by organizing and polishing the silverware, separating the different sets and then grouping each type of utensil
❧ the two of you were sat opposite of each other at a table in a spare, mostly unused room so that your mess would be out of the way
❧ kaim was working on getting one set of utensils complete so they could be put away, but he was missing just one pesky dessert spoon
❧ he quickly scanned the table before he spotted it in your pile of unsorted silerware and called your name to grab your attention, to which you replied quickly with a "yes, angel?"
❧ he paused for just a beat, caught completely offguard by your response, before he gave his reply: "no"
❧ how could you call him an angel?? he most certainly doesn't look like one; all of the angels have light hair and light colored clothes, he's practically the exact opposite!
❧ his response caught your attention and you quickly lift your head to look at him in confusion. "no? no what??" you thought you were doing something wrong with your work. had you been polishing the silver the wrong way?? did you put a fork in the wrong set??
❧ "you called me 'angel.' don't." is all he says to you before changing the subject and asking you to hand him the spoon he was looking for
❧ you hand it to him, still confused as to what just happened. had you called him angel? you were too in the zone with your polishing and organizing to realize what had just come out of your mouth
❧ you try bringing it up to him after he sets the missing spoon in its pile. "i don't think that term suits me; do i look like an angel?" he replies, kinda sassy ngl
❧ he looks over at you to see if you've given up on getting an actual answer out of him, and when he confirms you haven't, he sighs and tries again: "i don't care much for it... 'angel' just doesn't suit me and i'd prefer you use something else if you wish to give me a term of endearment"
❧ you nod silently, content at his answer, and get back to polishing and sorting, lost in the process once again only this time you're brainstorming new pet names to give him >:)
#my. hcs#i really showed my oswald favoritism huh#also i feel like i always write too little for kaim ughhhghgh#nightmare harem#nightmare harem hcs#nightmare harem lucia#nightmare harem levy#nightmare harem mefy#nightmare harem oswald#nightmare harem kaim#otome games
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First Times
Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham
Word Count: 900
Warnings: straightup murder, cannablism
Author’s Note: This is kind of a mess but I hope it was somewhat what you wanted? Enjoy love! It’s kind of short and I recgonize I should probaby stop writing stories at like two am but it’s FINE
Requested; by anon, Hello! Your blog is *insert chef's kiss* and i always find myself re-reading your works! can i request a Will Graham x reader x Hannibal where Will and reader finally accepted their becoming ??
Summary: the request
Genre: m u r d e r
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
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You and Will both knew what Hannibal was capable of. There was no denying that even if you tried to ignore it you both knew him better than you wanted to. You, Will and Hannibal were a heavy trio. One serial killer who had the power and means to influence the other two.
Originally he tried two different tactics.
For Will, he used mind control. Or the closest that he could come across. He used the therapy to see if he could push Will’s limits enough to cause him to go to murder as an answer.
For you, he made you fall in love with him. It was a more subtle approach but he could tell that you were clearly less unstable than Will. You would do enough if he got you under his thumb.
Both approaches seemed to be futile and useless.
In the end what he needed to do was get the three of you in a room together. That was a recipe for not only sexual tension but also the key to unlock the inevitable murder spree the three of you were going to go on.
Will sat across from you, Jack at his side and Hannibal at the head of the table. You both knew what was in this food and it wasn’t what Hannibal told Jack it was. You dug into the meat, knowing that Jack's suspicions would be diminished had you eaten it first. You smiled.
“How is work?” you asked the three of them.
“You work with us,” Will pointed out, taking a very tiny bite of the meat. Jack watched both of you do it before digging in to eat himself.
“Well I rarely see Jack as often as I see you and Hannibal,” you pointed out. Jack shrugged.
“We’ve had our hands full with these frequent murders.”
“Per usual,” Hannibal joked and you laughed lowly.
“I suppose you’re right. I don’t know why I bother asking when I know it’s murder this and dismemberment that.” Will raised his fork at you.
“To be fair, ever since I got out of jail I haven’t had to do very much. You should come over more often.”
“I practically live at your house Will,” you pointed out. He laughed and nodded.
“I guess you're right.”
“Being arrested does throw off some usual rhythms,” Hannibal pointed out.
After dinner you helped Hannibal clean the dishes in the kitchen. Will was saying goodbye to Jack and rushing him out the door as you stood beside one of the men you loved deeply, making sure that plans for tonight stayed the same.
“You think I’ll be ready?”
“Will’s done it once before. I think that you’ll be fine this time around,” he promised. Will walked in.
“I think Jack’s more curious about our sleeping arrangement than the cannibalism he can clearly see.” You scoffed.
“We should have started to strip it would have surprised him more than the fact I practically come and go between your two houses.”
“Are the two of you ready?” Hannibal asked and you nodded, letting out a nervous sigh.
“You’ll be there?” you asked.
“The whole time,” Hannibal promised.
It was a short drive to the home of one of the business cards Hannibal had. He was pleased that you were so eager but it seemed almost misplaced. Like this wasn’t anything but a service to the world. Also dinner.
“May I?”
You asked as the door opened. There was a woman there who gave you a confused look before you stabbed her, letting out a sigh as the life left her body. Will grabbed your waist to steady you as Hannibal catched the slumping body as you took the knife out.
“How do you feel?” Hannibal asked. You leaned into Will and shrugged, shaking.
“Okay, I think.”
Hannibal looked at you and Will as the two of you stared at the dead body.
And he knew you would both be fine.
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Wayv Reaction to S/O being younger than them, and insecure about it.
Note: For most of these the general idea I am writing it with is that the significant other is three years younger- sort of a look at the other side of our previous reaction- but I will try not to specify so that each reader can view it as their own.I’ll admit, I am not super confident in this one, but I do hope you will all still like it. -Admin JiA
KUN
Kun honestly never really thought about the age difference between you. He loved you for who you were, despite the age difference, and he even sometimes enjoyed the fact that he was older. It meant he was able to protect you, and be there for you, but he knew some of the fans looked at it differently. Since you had gone public, he had often received the question of whether it bothered him to know that you were younger than him, and whether he felt like he had to guide you through life. He always brushed it off with grace, saying that he was in love with you, and it didn’t matter to him, but it had been on your mind a lot, ever since one of the hosts had made a joke about him having to baby you on a variety show.
When he came home after the show, to find you on the couch, watching it with tears in your eyes, he knew immediately what was going through your head. “Baby, stop listening to that, okay? I love you, and I don’t care what your age is. What matters is that you and I care for each other when we need it.” He told you with a soft smile, as he pulled you into his arms. “You don’t think its a burden to have to teach me things? Or that I’m too naive?” He immediately shook his head, and pulled you into a soft kiss. “Of course not. It makes me happy to be able to teach you things, just like you teach me. Age really has no meaning, okay? You’re perfect for me, and all your Birthday means, is I get to celebrate that you exist.” He assured you, and spent the rest of the night making sure you understood that you taught him just as much as he taught you. And the next time he was asked the question, he was ready, spending extra time talking about how great it was that you were younger, and how it always made him feel important, so much so that the hosts had to force him to change topic, and the question wasn’t brought up again.
Ten
Ten is another one who didn’t really think about the age difference. In fact, he would frequently forget that you were even younger than him. He could act quite young himself, and he loved that you were able to keep up with him-both when he was being serious, and when he was being goofy. He really didn’t even care about his own age, living by the rule that each day was important, so when the boys teased him about being so protective over you, and coddling you, he just shrugged it off. You were his baby- not because you were younger, but because he loved you, and he was going to be protective, and loving no matter what age you were. You could be ten years older than him, and he’d still be the same.
However, when the boys made the same joke in front of you, and he saw the way you paused, and became more quiet, it took him a moment to realise what was going on. It didn’t dawn on him, until you pushed him away when he tried to feed you part of his food, that you were feeling insecure. When he put the dots together, he would shut the boys down anytime they made the joke, but still keep up his normal affections. “I can feed myself.” You mumbled, and he shrugged. “Yes, but I like feeding you, because it makes me feel good to know that I’m making sure you eat. So eat.” He told you, as the boys cooed, and he shot them a glare. “You’re all just jealous because I don’t feed you.” He would huff. “Just remember you’re all younger than me too, and I can ground you if you’re being jerks.” He stared them down, causing them to laugh, except for Kun who would back him up. From then on, whenever they would try to make those jokes, he would turn it around on them, showing that he really didn’t care about anyone’s age.
WinWin
WinWin actually appreciated that you were younger than him. He had an older sister, who meant the world to him, but insisted on babying him-and often so did the other boys. So, while he tried never to baby you the way they did, he like being the one to be able to take care of you instead. Not that he would have cared if you were older, but it made him feel useful to be able to be that person in your life. As a result, he was the one who unintentionally made you feel insecure.
You overheard him talking to Lucas about you being younger, and some of the things that were different between you two due to the age difference, and you mistook it as him being annoyed with the difference. You stayed silent until the conversation turned back to work stuff, and knocked softly, letting them know you were there. He immediately wrapped you in a hug, and gave you a soft kiss, only to have you pull slightly away. He didn’t think much of it at first, but as the day went on, and you were acting different from usual, not as happy and bubbly, and a little more reserved and serious, he got concerned. When you two got home that night, he immediately sat you down on the couch, and took your hands. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did I do something today? You seem upset.” He pouted, and you sighed. “No, I’m just trying to keep up with you.” He furrowed his brows. “ What do you mean?” He asked, only for you to shrug. “I heard you and Lucas. I don’t want you to be bothered by me so...” He would shake his head quickly, cutting you off. “No, baby no. I love it. I don’t mind it at all, it adds depth to our relationship. You keep me on my toes, and I get to introduce you to some of my favorite things. I would never change anything about you, and especially not that.”
Lucas
Lucas honestly hadn’t even realized the age difference between you could really mean much, outside of the obvious issues of legality. He had insisted that you two stay out of the public eye more, just because he knew that there would probably be backlash, but beyond that he had never thought that it could bother you once you were both legal. He hadn’t realized that his insistence to stay hidden longer than some of the other boys would with their significant others, would make you feel like he was ashamed, but that was what had happened.
When he finally brought up the idea of you guys going public, your reaction was not what he expected. You were hesitant, which was not abnormal, but instead of asking about safety or social media, your first question was directed to him. “But why now? Are you sure you want them to know about me?” The tears in your eyes confused him, and he pulled you into his chest. “Of course I do. I love you, why wouldn’t I want to share that with the world. and show you off?” He asked confused, as you shrugged. “Well, you haven’t wanted anyone to know about me, or about my age, and I don’t understand why things would be different now, I’m still younger and less experinced than you, and-” He cut you off with a little noise of surprise. “You think I’m ashamed of your age? No, baby. I just want to protect you. People can be nasty, but they’ll be even worse if you’re underage, and that is a legal issue. I’ve wanted to show you off since the day I met you, but I wanted to wait until we’d have less issues.” He’d explain. “ I don’t care that you’re younger, I just don’t want to get you in trouble.”
Xiaojun
Xiaojun was one of the boys who was most aware of the age difference. Only because he knew the company wasn’t thrilled about it. He himself didn’t see any reason why it was an issue, but he knew the company wanted to keep him out of any scandals. That’s why he found himself frustrated-not at you, but the situation. Unfortunately, that left him a little short after he came home from another meeting.
You tried to greet him, and show him something your friend had posted about her friend getting married, and how excited you were to go to the wedding. “Do you wanna go with me?” You asked him right away, and he sighed. “You know I can’t baby. You know that’s too risky.” He mumbled, an irritated look on his face, because he honestly wanted nothing more than to go out with you, and do things like normal couples. But, more than just being in a relationship, if someone caught wind of who you were, you’d both be in trouble. “Right. I forgot.” You mumbled, as he let his head fall back. “I really just wish that I could do those things with you, but I have to be even more careful than anyone else, because of your age, so I just can’t risk it.” He tried to explain, though he still sounded angry, and that left you feeling ashamed. “I didn’t realise it was so bad that I was younger than you...” You trailed off softly, and he let out another groan, not realising he was making it worse. When you stayed silent, and got up to leave the room, he realised what he’d said and stood to grab your wrist. “ I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t care how old you are, I wouldn’t be with you if it bothered me. I just have more restrictions, and I sometimes get frustrated because to me, it doesn’t make sense that you and I should be under any more rules than anyone else, just because your age.” He explained, holding you tightly to him. “I swear. The only thing your age means to me, is that I’ll probaby die first- which honestly, who would be surprised.” He joked, attempting to make you laugh.
Hendery
Hendery hated the age difference between you- but only because he knew from the very beginning that it made you insecure. He knew that each time he had to say no to something because he couldn’t risk exposure, or each time one of the boys joke about it, you would have dark thoughts, and he wished he could just take them away. That’s why, when you were accidently discovered, and word got out, he rushed to you intent on comforting you before you could let your thoughts get the better of you.
“Don’t even think it.” He told you, as soon as he set eyes on you, phone in hand. He pulled the device from your hand, and pulled you onto his lap instead. “ I love you, just as you are. Don’t you worry about anything. They’re all just jealous, and trying to make you feel bad, because they know you’re just perfect the way you are.” He told you firmly. “ I don’t care about your age, or mine, or any other difference between us. We work, we love each other, and you keep me grounded. You are the thing that makes me happy, and keeps me inspired to keep going, and that is not restricted to any one else’s judgement.” He didn’t let you have a word, not wanting to give you any space to doubt yourself, or him. “You are the best thing in my life, and I’m glad for all the time I have with you. You’re stuck with me, no matter anyone’s words, or beliefs.” He would spend the next few days countering their words with his own, and eventually address the age difference, along with the dating rumors. He would proudly declare you his, and denounce anyone who thought age was a reason to keep you apart.
YangYang
YangYang would be the one countering you every time you tried to get insecure from the very beginning. He understood why you were worried about the legality of it, and what the company had to say, so he would do his best to be as careful about it as possible to try and help you feel better. But when your worries turned less outside, and more about how he felt about it, he would get upset.
“Of course I don’t care about your age. If I did, why would I date you?” He would ask you firmly. “I’m not exactly that much older than you anyway, and I’m the maknae in my group. If age mattered to me at all, my whole life would be filled with extra stress I don’t need. And we started dating before I was legal too. So honestly, there’s really no need to worry, because I’m not all that much of an adult.” He would tell you, making slight fun of himself, in the hope of reminding you that there really wasn’t that much difference between you. “There’s no reason to worry about it, honestly. I like keeping our relationship between us anyway, so it’s not like that changes anyway. You’re my little secret, but not because of any law, or any people. I like it that way, because then you’re an escape for me, someone I can go to outside this idol life, and I know you will be safe, and able to still live your life the way you want, without having to worry about people constantly seeing you. You help me feel normal- I can help you with schoolwork, and talk to you about your friends, and not have to think about my image all the time.” He told you, firmly, but smiling. “Everything about you is so precious to me, I don’t want anyone else to spoil it right now. So no, I don’t care about you being younger, because I just love you for you, and who you are, and what you mean to me.”
#wayv#kun wayv#ten wayv#winwin wayv#lucas wayv#xiaojun wayv#hendery wayv#yangyang wayv#sm entertainment scenarios#sm entertainment reactions#sm entertainment imagines#sm entertainment#label v
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☆Smile For Me Headcanons Pt. 4☆
Even more of these! Just more pointless fluff about Habit for the most part. Might elaborate on some of the ones I did before. (These are all meant to be platonic but feel free to use your imagination!)
{Note: You are the Flower Kid!}
Part . 1 Part . 2 Part. 3 Part. 4 Part. 5 Part. 6
• Boris' has a lot hair. It's cury, soft and untamable.
• The guy probaby hasn't had a haircut since college and besides washing it regularly, he doesn't do much with it. Somehow it still turns out looking fabulous. Like the rest of him it also smells strongly of bubble gum toothpaste.
•Hug him from behind and let it consume you
• If you offered to style it for him he would get really excited. He's never done anything other than put it back in a ponytail.
•There's way to much of it to do anything too fancy so braiding it is probaby the best way to go.
• He'll just be sitting there with his hands together, red faced with a smile that grows bigger each time your hands brush his head.
•This is one of those moments where he realizes that he really has friends! He has a friend and they are sitting here with him right now braiding his hair! He might even tear up a little. Next thing you know there are tears running down his face. When you notice and ask him what's wrong, he'll just sniffle and say, "I've never been better!", with the biggest smile.
• If your hair is longer, he'll offer to return the favor, but he's not very good at it with how big his hands are. In fact, he doesn't know in the slightest what he's doing, but you appreciate the thought.
• Will probably have to give up halfway through and just ends up playing with your hair instead. For your own sake you better hope you don't have a ticklish scalp.
• Boris isn't a fan of candy or soda. That probably plays into the fact that he's a dentist, but the guy is a big fan of ice cream. He's the kind of guy that will eat an entire tub in the middle of the night. (Kamal's freezer is probaby like half full with nothing but mint chocolate chip)
• Habit has been a little self conscious about his height since he first got into college but you seem to think he's cool.
• If you're ever walking somewhere together he might suddenly pick you up and put you on his shoulders. Now you can be tall too! He holds tight onto your legs the whole time and thinks it's funny if you fall backwards. Now you're hanging upside down being cushioned by his hair. If he's feeling mischievous he'll just keep walking for a while with you dangling behind him.
• Tries to carry Kamal around on his shoulders too but the poor guy finds it embarrassing.
• Aside from his coat and work clothes, Boris' casual attire consists almost exclusively of Hawaiian style shirts and bell bottom jeans.
• Tell him your favorite flower and he'll never forget it. He gives out flowers to all of his friends and is really into flower symbolism and picking out ones that have specific meanings. Even if you don't understand what they represent, he feels all warm inside watching you smile at them.
• For you he would make a bouquet of Hydraishas (They express gratitude for being understood), Lisianthus (gratitude and an everlasting bond), Freesia (It conveys a message that you are radiant with charm) and Hybrid Delphiniums (big-heartedness)
• For Kamal he would make a bouquet of Purple Hyacinthes (I am sorry, please forgive me) Gladiolus (sincerity and strength of character), Aster (Patience) and Irises (wisdom and trust).
Might be the last one for a bit! Gonna keep scribbling down idea though and if I get enough for another one if these I'll write it up so look forward to an eventual part 5! My enthusiasm for writing stuff is super on and off, but I've been enjoying doing these alot.
#smile for me#boris habit#dr. habit#kamal bora#sfm#flower kid#smile for me writing#sfm headcanons#sfm writing#eeeeee#he'd totally massage/lightly scratch your scalp while he was at it#don't laugh though!#or you won't be able to get him to stop >:)#his claw like hands can work wonders#if he goes slow enough
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17 questions, 17 people
Nicknames: Yoharu, Inky, Car, Carmencita, CSI (only one friend can call me that), Kermit (only my sister can call me that), Gordi (only my cousin and my mom can call me that)
Zodiac: scorpio.
Height: 5′? A bit taller than @neliakey (who tagged me, so thanks dear)
Last googled: some knitting needles cause I want to show some friends to knit and they need.... neddles.
Song stuck on my head: Therefore I am by Billie Eilish, my sister showed me yesterday and it’s stuck.
Number of followers: 104! 104! 104!
Amount of sleep: what’s that???? Jk probaby between 5-7 hours.
Lucky number: 24 or 12
Favorite song: huh... Let’s start with the list, shall we? Dead! by My Chemical Romance, The Takes Over, Breaks Over by Fall Out Boy, Empty Wallets by Five Seconds of Summer, But I’ts Better If You Do by Panic! At The Disco and the list goes one so I should stop here xD
Favorite instrument: electric guitar!
Dream Job: Psychologist or Writer or both, who knows
Aesthetic: dark academia without the murder :)
Favorite author: Leigh Bardugo, Rick Riordan...
Favorite animal noise: you know when cats purr? Or when dogs cry softly? Or birds chipping? All of that
Random: I’m kniting a square cardigan! And I Have Knitted So.many.squares and they aren’t enough and-
How it started: I went to the psychologist eight (eight?! omg) years ago becuase of bullying and having a super super low self esteem (which is still around).
How it’s going: becuase of that I am studying to be a psychologist and help children as well :)
This was fun! and I’m tagging @waysofink and @write-the-stars-and-shadows becuase the rest of the people I know have already been tagged.
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Gotta Go
Pairing: SF9′s Youngbin x OC [Seul] || TBZ’s Sangyeon x OC [Yeon] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,482 Summary: Seul and Yeon are both at work, but suddenly have to leave. Although Yeon returns to work and Seul doesn’t. KYB: errands/acting secretary || LSY: report
Warning: um... nothing i guess? lol
well, hello! it’s been a while. got in a mood to write a bit and to distract myself and came up with this. this again is originally another work i had, but re-did it for this. so i combined Seul and Yeon in this bit tying them in a little better compare to separate stories of theirs. other than that, not sure how this will go as i just found an old work and this came about. sorry that it’s not like a full story or anything, but i hope you enjoy it as much as i wrote for it. lol but yeah the title is bleh and i just need to title it with something and just came up with that. well, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~
Seul sat in-between Inseong and Dawon as the Marketing Department was having one of their quarterly meetings. This was the first meeting that Seul was present for since she started working for NEOZ Group a few months ago.
"Ms. Lee, you sit right here next to me." Youngbin stated as he motioned to the seat left of him for Seul to take.
"To better assist me."
Youngbin cast his personal assistant a friendly smile and Seul nodded with a small smile as she quickly stood while the two males sniggered knowingly at her. Seul slightly hushed them to stop it before making her way towards her boss and sat to his left while glaring at the two males who only cast her playful smiles. Seul cast Youkyung a smile who was sitting to the right of Youngbin, but the female only rolled her eyes before turning away from Seul. Seul brushed her off and got herself situated and glanced up to see that Dawon had purposely chosen to sit across from her with a playful expression.
"Why are you sitting right there?" Seul whispered as Dawon grinned before answering.
"So that I can watch you fall asleep like you've done back in school."
"That's messed up and I've never fallen asleep. I always doodled and pretended like I was paying attention. Thank you very much."
"Now that's messed up."
The duo's conversation was interrupted when Youngbin started the meeting.
"Good morning, everyone." Youngbin greeted the employees as he held a small remote control for the powerpoint presentation.
"For this meeting, we're going to discuss last quarter's activities, the activities for this quarter, and the social media and video advertisements for Mrs. Bages' product launch."
Within ten minutes of the meeting Seul already lost interest and began doodling on the agenda out of boredom to keep herself awake. Of course she listened in on what was being talked about, but for her she retained information better when taking partial notes. A moment later Seul's attention went to a small balled up piece of paper thrown by Dawon. She shot the male a blank look as Dawon signaled for her to open it. She did so and saw that Dawon had written 'you're gonna get caught' and in response she crumpled up the paper again with the male pouting.
Soon enough Seul was snapped back to reality five minutes later when she felt something hit her arm again. She looked towards Dawon who grinned at her while pointing at the papered star he had flicked at her to open it. Seul ignored him and pushed the paper back towards the male as to not wanting to deal with the whole note passing situation if they were caught. Dawon quietly rose from his swivel chair to retrieve the note and once he successfully got it back he had sat down only to crash to the floor with the chair rolling away once he tried to stand back up. All eyes were on Dawon as he silently laughed at his embarrassment and continued to just sit on his knees instead of back onto his chair.
"Is everything alright, Mr. Lee?" Youngbin asked while pausing in mid-speech.
"Ah, yes, I'm fine. Just wanted to test out the rolling chair." Dawon replied nonchalantly as he attempted to do just that.
"I thought you tested that out the first time we held a meeting." Youngbin said in amusement while Dawon coughed to hide his embarrassment again.
"Did I? I don't remember."
"I see. Well, let me finish this up and you can present your data analysis with Yoonho afterwards."
Youngbin continued on with his talk for another few minutes before handing it off to Yoonho and Dawon afterwards. Seul paid attention for a few seconds before realizing that she already knew what it was about as she had helped Dawon and Yoonho prepare this just a few days ago. Seul's attention went back to the paper before her as she continued to doodle various things. Unconsciously her right hand had slipped into her dress' pockets and was surprised when she pulled out a strawberry starburst. She had forgotten that her outfit actually had pockets for once. She happily unwrapped the sweet-tart treat and popped it into her mouth.
"What do you got there, Seul?"
"Nothing for you."
"That's not nice."
"Yeah, well, you should probaby shut up as we're in a meeting."
Seul wasn't aware that she was casually speaking with Youngbin as she was more focused on her candy.
"Really? Anwyays, are you going to share, Seul?"
The same male voice asked her and she automatically responded with something she would say to her sister upon hearing her name like always still not aware of the sitaution.
"Not with you."
Before realizing that it wasn't Yeon, but her boss that had asked that question. She hastily looked over at Youngbin with a sheepish look.
"Ah, sorry about that, Mr. Kim. I didn't mean to be so frank with you. My apologies. Um, but here you go, sir."
Seul whispered in embarrassment as she slid a lemon starburst towards the male while thinking why he had called her so casually within the work setting and of their different ranks. Youngbin chuckled softly as he took the item hiding the fact that he enjoyed the reaction he got out of his personal assistant.
"It's okay, Ms. Lee."
Seul just nodded although she just realized that he had addressed her properly this time. She didn't have much time to think about it until she noticed a small piece of crumpled paper coming into her view. Seul raised a brow wondering who it could be until she noticed that Inseong was looking at her expectantly. She realized it was him as he shot her a knowing look. Seul rolled her eyes, but actually went to read it since Inseong wasn't anything like Dawon. That was until she read the content and knew that he was just like him as Inseong had written if she liked their boss or not. Seul shook her head as a response, but Inseong didn't believe her. She didn't care if he did or not.
Once the meeting was over, Seul returned to her desk tired and hungry as she felt drained for some odd reason. It wasn't even lunch time yet. She tiredly placed her head on top of the files of her desk while her desk phone machine was flashing red indicating she already had a voicemail to respond back to. Seul sighed as she closed her eyes to recuperate before going back into work mode. It didn't last long as her short break was disrupted when she heard a file or two slapped against her desk. Seul lifted her head to come face to face with a gleeful looking Dawon. She did not like the look on his face.
"Yes, Dawon?"
"So, you and the b-"
Seul interrupted him.
"There's nothing going on between us."
"Oh, c'mon, don't lie."
"I'm not. Seriously. There's nothing going on between us."
Dawon was gonna tease Seul some more, but she glared at him.
"Don't you have some other work to finish?"
"Well, yes, I do."
"Then why are you standing there?"
"To bother you like always."
"Gosh you're so annoying."
"I know, but anyways, you an-"
Seul shot him a dark look.
"You should probably shut up."
"And if I don't?"
Dawon grinned at her mischievously.
"hen I'ma beat you up."
Dawon backed off from the subject.
"Okay, whoa, whoa. Calm down. Usually that's Yeon's line, but alright."
Seul rolled her eyes.
"Because you talk too much and like bothering people for the fun of it."
"You right."
He chuckled.
"Anyways," Dawon changed the subject, "I need to discuss with you about what cake to get Hwiyoung for his birthday coming up soon."
"Why do you need to discuss that with me?"
"I wanna get everyone's opinions and help on it."
"You don't need my help. You can do that by yourself."
"I could, but I remember that you used to bake, right?"
"Not really."
"But don't you make cookies for Jangmi?"
The phone on Seul's desk rang and she ignored Dawon to answer the call.
"Hello, this is Seul Lee of the Marketing Department of NEOZ Group."
Seul reached for a pen and paper as she took down the caller's message and Dawon reluctantly returned to his desk. For a good hour and a half Seul had been constantly talking on the phone with clients about business ordeals that she hadn't realized her own phone going off as it was muted, but set to vibrate mode. Seul also hadn't paid attention to the beeps that sounded when she was speaking with the clients indicating that another caller was trying to reach her. So when she heard her name called by her sister while in mid-talk with another client she was confused.
"Yeon?"
"Yo, we gotta go." Yeon told her as she came up to her desk almost out of breath.
The others in the office watched the interaction between the sisters.
"What do you mean we gotta go?"
"It's Mom."
Seul made an annoyed face.
"So? What about her?"
Yeon's face turned serious. This caught Seul's attention.
"Yeon. What about Mom?"
Yeon stayed silent, but Seul noticed how her sister's eyes glistened over and face read with worry.
"Hello, Mr. Kwon. I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you back another time. Something urgent has come up. Goodbye."
She hung up with a current client before gathering her things.
"Seul, is everything okay?" Dawon suddenly asked upon seeing Seul packing her things in a hurry.
"Sorry, Dawon. I gotta go."
The pair anxiously waited in the waiting room of the hospital along with their mother's boyfriend, Yongin, and their father, Kisuk, and his girlfriend, Sanghee. Yongin has been waiting for more than two hours while the sisters have been there for less than an hour, and Kisuk and Sanghee just arrived several minutes ago. Yeon only informed Seul that their mom had fainted as Yeon was the only one that had picked up Yongin's phone call and he only informed her of that small information. Other than that the sisters didn't know anything else as they awaited news.
"Hello, good evening. I'm Doctor Oh." The doctor greeted the quintet as their attention turned to him ten minutes later.
"How is she? Is she doing well? Nothing's wrong with Narae, right? Oh please tell me that she's alright and that's nothing wrong with her." Yongin fired questions at the doctor before Doctor Oh shot him a reassuring smile to calm the male.
"Ms. Jung is fine. Are you the husband?"
"Ah, no. I'm Narae's boyfriend. Um," Yongin motioned towards Kisuk, "He's her ex-husband."
The doctor shifted his eyes towards Kisuk as everyone felt awkward at their current situation.
"What's wrong with our mom?" Seul asked, breaking the awkwardness and just wanting to get this done and over with.
"Nothing serious, but your mother is eighteen weeks pregnant." Doctor Oh informed them of the news.
The quintet went silent once more. They weren't sure what to feel, but it was Yeon that broke the silence.
"Are you saying that our mom is having a baby? At her age?"
"Yes, that is correct."
The sisters breathed a sigh of relief and the worries that Seul had disappeared although she was now slightly annoyed.
"I can't believe she got herself knocked up."
"You're telling me." Yeon agreed with a shake of her head before looking over at Yongin.
"Well, congratulations, you're going to be a father."
"Yeah, Yongin, congratulations. You're gonna be a father of a tiny human." Seul mused as Yeon nudged her playfully.
"Uh, thank you." Yongin responded while still trying to process the information.
"Yes, congratulations, Yongin." Sanghee congratulated Yongin with a happy expression while looking over at Kisuk fondly. "Hearing those words are such wonderful news, isn't it, dear?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it is." Kisuk responded a bit distracted although he looked over at his two daughters.
Yeon and Seul avoided eye contact with him and just looked at the doctor.
"Is that why she fainted, Doctor Oh?" Seul asked a moment later.
The doctor nodded.
"Yes, although it was mainly due to fatigue and malnourishment. I also believe there was some added stress over the past month that had eventually overwhelmed your mother causing her to lose consciousness."
Doctor Oh handed the sisters a piece of paper which Yeon took.
"I recommend for her to rest plenty, take vitamins and supplements, eat properly, watch her stress and activity levels, exercise accordingly, and to schedule monthly or even bi-weekly check-ups with her obstetrician or her main doctor that she's currently seeing."
The sisters nodded as Doctor Oh looked to the time on the wall before returning her gaze onto the quintet.
"If you would like you're all more than welcome to visit Ms. Jung for the time being, but only one of you can stay the night."
Before Yongin could suggest for one of the sisters to do it, the pair gave it up to him.
"You should stay, Yongin. We're fine."
"Ah, yes. I think that's a good choice." Kisuk agreed with his daughters.
"Good. Ms. Jung's should be fine with visitors in a few minutes." Doctor Oh informed them with a polite smile before walking away.
"Yongin, I believe you should go in first to see Narae." Sanghee suggested as Yongin nodded absent-mindedly before doing just that.
"So," Kisuk began, but Seul cut him off.
"You and Sanghee can visit Mom. Yeon and I have other things to take care of."
"I see." Their father responded a bit dejectedly. "Well, take care."
"Thanks. You, too." Seul curtly responded before she and Yeon bid them goodbye.
Yeon was the only one to return to work as Seul had to meet up with a lawyer that finally got back to her and could only meet today and soon to go about legal procedures concerning Seokwon. At the same time something had come up for Yuna and she was unable to care for Jangmi for the rest of the day. So that left Yeon to babysit her niece at her job even though she could've just not gone back, but she remembered that she had to finish a few reports that were already due by the end of the week and didn't need more piling up.
So when Yeon appeared with her niece at the lobby Chahee beamed at the child and told Yeon that her daughter was adorable and looked just like her. Yeon had to immediately correct Chahee who quickly apologized for the assumption. After clearing up that situation Chahee had issued a special visitor pass for the child with an image of some cartoon character featured on the pass. Soon afterwards they rode the elevator which Yeon forgot that her niece found very amusing and almost continued the mini ride for Jangmi until remembering she couldn't play. Walking hand-in-hand with Jangmi who seemed to look around the office in awe, Yeon's path was stopped by two of her colleagues, Kevin and Jacob.
"So, Yeon, who is this?" Kevin asked in almost a sing-song like tone while he and Jacob crouched down to Jangmi's level.
"Hi." Jacob greeted the toddler in a soft tone. "I'm Jacob."
"And I'm Kevin. Hi." Kevin followed after.
Yeon didn't bother answering as she just let her niece greet the two males.
"Hi." Jangmi greeted with a toothy grin. "I'm MiMi."
"How old are you, MiMi?" The duo asked.
Jangmi held up three fingers as the males were impressed.
"Wow."
Jangmi giggled at their reactions. The pair continued to gush at the toddler and Yeon had to finally drag her niece away from the two males who still wanted to interact with Jangmi. Yeon finally made it to her desk as she got Jangmi situated before she herself could get herself all settled in when she heard her boss' office door opened a few seconds later. Sangyeon hadn't noticed the child while speaking to his secretary in a firm tone.
"Welcome back to work, Ms. Lee. I see that you've returned two hours and fifty-seven minutes later when I wasn't aware that you had left in the first place. Could you tell me why that is please?"
Just as Yeon was going to apologize for her abrupt departure, but she momentarily paused curiously at how detailed the time was that her boss had stated. She shook the thought away and had barely opened her mouth until hers and Sangyeon's focus turned onto the toddler when Jangmi greeted the male.
"Hi."
Sangyeon's demeanor changed as he cast the child a warm smile and greeted the young child.
"Well, hello to you."
Yeon was weirded out by her boss' sudden behavior, but didn't comment on it as to not return the attention back to her. Instead she amusingly watched the two interact with one another thinking that she was off the hook. That was until Sangyeon remembered that he was at work and reminded himself of that before he righted himself.
"Um, why is this child here, Ms. Lee?" He asked, facing Yeon again. "Is she your daughter?"
"She's in my care for the time being." She answered him. "And no, she's not. She's my niece."
"Oh. Okay, but you do know that it's not a place for a child to be. Correst?"
"I'm well aware of that, but some things came up and I'm the only one that can look after her."
"I see. Is that why you left all of a sudden?"
"No. It was something else."
"Then why didn't you pick up my calls?"
Sangyeon changed the subject in a nonchalant manner, but Yeon quirk a brow in confusion.
"When?"
"I've been calling you since I found out you left wondering why you suddenly left without my knowledge or informing me."
"Oh? twelve times?"
"I say it was less than that." Sangyeon commented casually, but he knew it was more than that if you looked through the call history.
Yeon didn't really care as she continued to speak in a nonchalant manner.
"Ah, so that was your number. Yeah, I don't pick up random numbers I don't know even if they call me many times."
Sangyeon scoffed at his secretary's answer.
"Well, now you do and you should save it just in case something like this happens again, Ms. Lee, especially as my secretary."
"Will do, Mr. Lee."
"I believe that you should do it right now."
"Do what?"
"Save my number."
"Oh. Um, sure. Just give me a moment."
Before Sangyeon could actually get his secretary to urgently do that, Yein from Sales arrived to deliver some documents to Sangyeon, but was without a doubt distracted by Jangmi.
"Aww, hi." Yein greeted the child while becoming eye level with her. "What's your name?"
"MiMi." Jangmi answered with a giggle. "Hi."
"Aww, you're so adorable." Yein continued to gush over the child. "Did you come with mommy to work?"
Yeon didn't bother to correct her colleague.
"Auntie isn't my mommy." Jangmi corrected the female instead.
Yeon slightly chuckled at her niece's words as Yein felt a bit sheepish.
"Oh, sorry."
Sangyeon coughed to get Yein's attention.
"Ahem, Ms. Ahn."
Yein didn't hear him as she was too busy communicating with the toddler. Sangyeon coughed louder and said her name louder than last time.
"Ahem, Ms. Ahn."
Yein heard him this time around.
"Oh, right. Sorry, Mr. Lee."
Yein straighten up as she handed the files over to Sangyeon.
"These are for you from Ms. Jung. She wanted to make sure they got to you before lunch time."
She bowed before hurrying away and waving goodbye to Jangmi. Sangyeon scanned the files before casting his eyes onto where Yeon should've been standing, but no longer was. His eyes wandered to find her and spotted her holding the child while making her way somewhere.
"Ms. Lee." He called out to her.
"Ah, yes?" Yeon answered while momentarily stopping to look over at her boss.
"Where are you going?"
"To the toilet. Jangmi needs to go."
"Goooo." Jangmi stressed as Yeon reassured her niece.
"Yes, MiMi, we're going, we're going."
"But I need you to in-"
Sangyeon didn't finish his sentence as Yeon paid him no mind and basically rushed off to get the child to relieve herself without causing some type of accident if she didn't get her niece to the restroom. Sangyeon tsked in annoyance before letting out a controlled breath.
"Deep breath, Sangyeon. Life happens. Just make sure she gets to these by the end of the week and everything's all good."
He let out another calm breath before placing the documents that Yein had handed to him earlier onto Yeon's desk before making his way to his own office.
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𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗➛ 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜/𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖
im so sorry this took so long, love. but here it is and i hope you like it
Kim Seokjin
It was maybe three hours till showtime. And while that would be considered ample amount of time for some people, it was go time for the boys. You watched from the sidelines, not wanting to get in either their way or the staff’s. It was the fifth show BTS was having and it was in Japan. You figured it would be nothing to just fly down there and support your favorite person in the world.
You were always amazed by how hard the boys worked and you always made sure to tell Jin how proud you were of him and how well he was doing. It always seemed to mean a lot whenever you said it, so you made a mental note to remember to say it.
You sat in the hallway while the boys changed in their changing rooms, and as a way to pass the time, you scrolled through your social media and smiled when you came across photos of Jin that fans had taken during their time at a concert. The large smile on his face whenever he was performing would always bring peace to your heart. It helped you sleep better at night knowing that he was doing what he loved and that you could support him through that.
WIth a sudden movement in your peripheral, you looked up to see Jimin wildly poking his half dressed figure out of the doorway. But it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen him shirtless, so it was nothing new. “Y/n, you need to come in here. Jin is about to lose his shit,” he quickly and urgently said. You quickly stashed your phone away in your pocket and followed him into the dressing room.
Right as you saw Jin, you were shocked to hear him yell at the top of his lungs, “Fuck off! I’m trying my best!” You turned to see Hoseok, who was the one getting yelled at, thourougly shocked as well as the other members littered around the room. “Jin, calm down,” Namjoon said as he placed a hand on Jin’s shoulder. “No! You guys always get on me about my dancing, but for fucks sake, we’re not all like Jimin or Jungkook, or even you Hoseok!” Jin screamed, pointing an accusing finger at Hoseok.
Your eyes were wide with surprise and your heart was shaking.
“Jin,” you said in the strongest voice you could muster. His head snapped towards you immidiately. For a split second, you could see the anger written all over his face, but that all went away when fast tears began to move down his face.
“Guys, let’s give them some room,” Namjoon said, and the rest of the members followed their leader out of the room, leaving you with Jin. You hurried over to him, but his knees buckled and he fell on them as broken sobs escpaed his tall body. “Jin,” you gently cooed as you held his head against your stomach. His tears soaked your shirt but you didn’t care.
As one hand rubbed his back, the other stroked his hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, Jinnie,” you softly said as he continued to cry it out. Your heart ached for him as you were assuming correctly what the substance of that conversation was.
Jin cried for at least five minutes, leaving him drained of tears. You sat down in front of him as he laid down and placed his head on top of your thighs. You stroked his cheek as you leaned down to kiss his head. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked gently. He nodded. You could feel him take in a deep breath.
“I’m trying my best. And the fans get on me for my dancing. And now the boys, too. And it’s too stressful, Y/n, I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” he said in a pained voice with tears threatening to spill over. “Jin, you know I’ll support you no matter what you do. And while you can’t completely control what the fans say, you can talk to the boys about how you feel, rather than lash out. Problems aren’t solved with yelling,” you said, your fingers gently rubbing through his hair.
He nodded. “When you’re ready, I can call the boys back in here and you can talk it out. Because it’s not healthy to go out on stage like this. And they’re your brothers, Jin. You guys are best friends for life. So, just talk to them and tell them how you feel,” you suggested. He nodded.
And so after holding him for a little bit longer until he was feeling better, you called in the boys and went out into the hall to sit so they could talk. And after getting called back in, you were happy to see Jin and Jungkook bickering like usual. Namjoon made an effort to make eye contact with you and he gave you a warm smile and a nod, reasurring your feelings.
Min Yoongi
Yoongi had texted you probaby around 5pm, letting you know that he would be home late and that you shouldn’t wait up for him. It wasn’t the first time he’s texted you something like that; it was probably the hundredth time or so. But you were used to it. You understood how important his work was to him and how hard he worked at it, so there were often plently of nights that you had gone to bed alone, Yoongi’s side of the bed freezing cold.
You were a night owl yourself, so after going to bed at around midnight, you fell fast asleep, You awoke, however, to loud sounds coming from downstairs. At first, you dismissed it as the sounds of the branches hitting up against the windows, but after hearing a loud crash, your body sat straight up in bed.
You looked around your room, exasperated, suddenly wishing now more than ever that Yoongi was there with you. But, you figured that before you call the police, you should check and see whether there was something to even call the police about. You squinted to read the clock on your nightstand and saw that it was just after 3am. With a shaky hand, you reached out to your phone and quickly called Yoongi, but his phone went straight to voicemail.
Nervously, you got out of bed, phone tightly in the grasp of your shaking hand, and slowly made your way downstairs, turning on the lights as you went, the darkness seeming more sinister than comforting like it usually is.
You slowly and quietly walked down the stairs, afraid of making even the slightest of noises. You followed the loud noises to the door of Yoongi’s office. Maybe it was Yoongi. But if it is him, why didn’t he answer the phone? Just as you opened the door, you quickly ducked to avoid a book hitting your head, so instead, it slammed loudly against the wall behind you.
You gasped loudly, turning Yoongi’s attention towards you. The room was a mess. Papers were on the floor, ripped up. His expensive chair was on the floor broken. The posters and images on the wall were torn off. And Yoongi stood right in the center of it, his knuckles bloody as the blood on his hand matched the large dents in the wall.
“Yoongi, what the hell?” you asked a bit annoyed, but mainly surprised. His was breathing heavily and you could see the anger written all over his face. Or was it sadness? He walked over to the left side of the room and punched the wall so hard it put a gaping hole in it. Not to say you were scared, but this was a compeltely new side of Yoongi.
He sat on the velvet couch below the hole up against the wall and put his head in his hands. You stood there shocked, not knowing what to do at first. But after his body quivered with every silent sob that escaped his body, you realized the violent side of him was gone for the moment.
You walked over to him and sat next to him. Througout the two years of you two dating, this was the first time you had seen him cry and you didn’t know what to do. You rubbed his back lovingly.
He looked up at you momentarily before practically falling onto your body as he buried his head into your chest, your breasts providing a comfortable cushion. You leaned back against the back of the couch and held him, kissing his head repeatedly as you rubbed his back. “You’re okay Yoongi, I’m here. You’re okay and so is everything else,” you soothingly spoke into his ear.
You stayed there in that same position as Yoongi fell asleep at some point and you did, too. And when the two of you awoke in the morning, you realized that Yoongi was stressed and uninspired. But the words you spoke to him last night resonated with him. And after cleaning up his office with your held, he actually took his work outside and took you with him. He shared the lyric writing process with you, something he rarely did, and even got your take on it.
He titled the song “I’m here” and wrote it all about you. From then on, you forced Yoongi to talk about his feelings so he didn’t let it bubble up to the point where he would explode like he did that night.
Kim Namjoon
It wasn’t even 9pm. If anything, it was relatively early for Namjoon to be home. So, when he came in downstairs while you were sitting in bed on your phone, you didn’t think much of it, but when you heard clinking of glasses, you wondered whether or not he had company with him.
So, getting out of bed, you walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. But it was just Namjoon, no one else. His hair was a mess and he was in sweatpants and a hoodie as he struggled, cursing to himself, to open up a bottle of wine.
“Namjoon, what’s going on?” you asked as you took a few steps towards him. “The fucking bottle won’t open!” he exclaimed angrily. “Joon, just put the bottle down,” you suggested, worried about the state he was in. “Fuck!” he screamed as he threw the bottle against the wall, causing it to shatter and the liquid to spread everywhere. The impact caused your body to jump as you watched with wide eyes. Sliding down the counter, he brought his knees to his chest and muttered a string of cursed words before he began to cry and his words got muddled.
“Joon,” you said softly as you kneeled in front of him, your hands on his knees. “Namjoon, look at me please,” you softly begged. His removed his hands away from his face and looked at you with tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, reeking of exhaustion.
“What’s wrong, baby? What’s happening right now?” you asked. He sniffled and wiped his eyes as you watched him intently with worried eyes. “I’m just so tired, y/n. I just want a break..” he said, causing you to nod. “You can take a break, Namjoon,” you said, holding his face in your hands as your thumbs stroked his cheek.
“But the boys and the fans...” he began to say, but you shook your head as a signal for him to stop talking. “The boys will understand, Joon. And the fans always tell you to take breaks anyway. Just take some time away and get some rest okay?” you said. He nodded and sniffled.
“Come on, let’s get you into bed,” you said as you stood up and pulled him up. He held onto you helplessly as he allowed you to walk him up the stairs and to the bedroom. And when he collapsed on the bed, you helped him discard of his clothes, leaving him in his briefs.
“Wait, what about the mess I made?” he asked groggily as you pulled the covers over his body. “I got it, baby. Just sleep, okay?” you said in a gentle voice as you leaned down and kissed his head. “I love you, Joon,” you said, but he didn’t respond because he had already fallen asleep.
And so you went to clean up the mess he had made and you fell asleep right next to him.
And so Namjoon did take that break. He took a month off, spending time with you, writing songs without deadlines, and catching up on months and months of missed sleep. But all he needed was you beside him, and he had that.
Jung Hoseok
It wasn’t even close to comeback time. So, Hoseok really was just thinking ahead when it came to learning the choreography, so really, there would be no reason for him to be as stressed out as he was.
But boy was Hoseok stressing the fuck out.
It had been two hours since you and Hoseok went to the dance practice room on his day off and you thought that things were doing fine. Periodically, you would watch him, but you had work of your own to do.
However, you could hear multiple cursed words leave his mouth in a frustrated tone. You looked up from your papers and saw him squatting on the floor with his head in his hands as he muttered something to himself.
“Hoseok?” you asked as you got up and walked towards him.
“I can’t get the fucking steps right,” he snapped, shocking you. “Hoseok, deep breaths. Calm down,” you instructed, taking another step towards him, but when he looked up with fiery eyes and watched you take a step back, he just broke.
“I’m sorry,” he said, before breaking into tears. You stood there for a few moments, too shocked to do anything, but you walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a much-needed hug.
His body slumped against yours as each sob escaping his sore body took all the energy out of him. “Is something deeper going on? Do you want to talk to me about it?” you asked in a soothing voice as you stroked the soft hairs on his head.
“I just feel this enormous pressure to always do well and it’s a lot for me, y/n,” he explained after several minutes of pure silence. You nodded understandingly and kissed his temple. “It’s okay to take a break, you know. You’re not a robot. You can’t be expected to work these long tiring hours everyday and not be able to take a break,” you explained, bitter about Hoseok’s extreme schedule.
You could feel him nod into your shoulder.
“Let’s just go home baby. I’ll cook for you and you can just relax. It is your day off, afterall,” you said with a sad smile. He nodded once more.
Park Jimin
It was an average day for some, but on this day, you really wanted to reward the boys for a job well done on their world tour. You texted all of them when they boarded the plane to finally come home and they all agreed to come to your shared apartment with Jimin.
You spent a good section of the morning shopping for ingredients so you could cook them their favorite meals so they could feast. And you spent the whole day since the second you got home making said meals. And did you eat? All you could eat so that you didn’t eat what the boys would eat was a bowl of rice.
But there was one thing you wanted that would keep you satisfyed for days: Jimin.
You missed him dearly. He would call you frequently, but he was almost always exhausted since he would ring you late at night, often after he had done a concert. And one of the things you would make Jimin do was just sleep once he got home. He deserved a good nights sleep in his bed.
You were just placing the last plate of food on the dining room when you heard the door to the apartment opening.
You quickly fixed the cute outfit you put on just for Jimin and went to greet them. In came seven very tired but happy and hungry looking men. At the back, was your Jimin.
“Hey, y/n,” the boys greeted as they all each individually hugged you, to which you hugged back. “You guys can go eat. I hope you like all the options,” you said with a smile. “Holy shit, you made all of this?” Hoseok asked when he was the first to reach the dining room, causing you and the rest of the boys to laugh.
And as each member hugged you and moved inside to the living room, you anxiously waited for Jimin. He looked at you with a soft smile before you hugged him tightly. His arms found comfort around your waist as his soft face nestled itself in the crook of your neck, his nostrils engulfed in a familiar smell he missed so much.
“Hey, darling,” he mumbled tiredly. “Hi, Jiminie,” you said sweetly before placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. “I made some of your favorites,” you said, pulling away slightly so you could see his chisled face.
He shook his head. “I just want to go to the bedroom,” he said coldly, and after separating himself from you, he went down the hall silently to the bedroom, leaving you more confused than hurt.
You couldn’t figure out whether or not he wanted to just be alone, but you figured after spending months constantly around people 24/7, maybe being alone was exactly what he wanted.
So, you went to sit with the boys at the table and ate just a little bit. It ws just after you swallowed your fifth bite that the table went silent at the sound of glass breaking. Your body jumped and the boys all looked around confused.
“The bedroom,” you mumbled, mainly to yourself. As you scrambled out of your chair and took off in a full sprint, the boys followed behind as you entered the bedroom, and when you didn’t see Jimin, you opened the door to the adjoining bathroom. There he stood in front of what used to be a mirror hanging on the wall, but was now shards of glass sticking out of his knuckles and all over the floor and sink where Jimin’s blood was painting it a pretty shade of red.
You gasped and didn’t know what to do, but the boys pushed passed you, everyone yelling or screaming something, but your mind just couldn’t hold onto a single word that was spoken.
All you could see was blood, blood, and more blood. As each member tended to Jimin and unanimously voted to bring him to the hospital, all he could do was watch you with tear-filled eyes as your largely dialated pupils stared at the puddle forming on the floor.
You moved aside as the boys walked Jimin out of the bathroom and you heard someone ask if you were coming and you said you would stay here and clean up. Jimin’s heart rattled at this, but he understood.
And after you cleaned up and put all the food away, you sat anxiously by the door for Jimin when the boys brought him back home. You frowned when you saw his hand wrapped tightly, but actions had consequences.
You stood up and thanked all the boys who said they were all just going to head home.
“Do you want to go to bed?” you asked Jimin plainly. He sighed. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he said in a low voice as he took a step closer to you. “You don’t let me in anymore. Can you just tell me what’s going on?” you asked softly. He sighed.
“Can I tell you over food? I’m hungry,” he said with an empty chuckle.
You nodded and went to the kitchen and took out the rest of the food.
And so you and Jimin sat there and as he ate, he told you about his insecurities and how he punched the mirror because he couldn’t stand looking at himself.
And after he was done eating and talking, you got up and went over and sat on his lap.
“Jimin, you are beautiful. Inside and out, okay? It make take you some time to realize that, but I’m here no matter how long it takes,” you said, and as he rested his head just above your breasts, you stroked his hair and kissed his head, listing all the reasons why you loved him and why he should love himself.
Kim Taehyung
You and Taehyung had an eventful night. No, it wasn’t sex, but it was just cuddling and endless talks about the future and the past and the now. Some would call it pillow talk, but you and Taehyung always called it the rare real conversation.
You stirred in your sleep when Taehyung’s alarm went off at the early hour of 6am. You still had a few good hours of sleep left, but Taehyung, with his eyes slowly opening, stared up at the ceiling after turning the alarm off.
With each blink, he tried to gather the motivation to get out of bed and go do what he loved, but for some reason, his limbs remained restless against the soft bedding and his brain decided not to function today. With the slight turn of his head, he stared at your sleeping figure. Your legs were scrunched up as you slept on your right side, your striking figures facing Taehyung.
A tiny sliver of your hair fell over your face as soft little snores escaped your mouth.
Turning to look back up at the ceiling, tears escaped from the corners of Taehyung’s eyes as they fall down the sides of his face onto his pillow.
“Tae?” you groggily asked at the sounds of sniffles. You opened your eyes and waited for your sight to clear. You nearly broke into tears yourself at the sight of Taehyung quickly wiping his tears so you wouldn’t see.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, lifting your body up and moving closer to Taehyung. Your head rested on your hand as you looked down at him, your other hand reaching under the covers and just slowly rubbing his stomach.
“I’m just really tired,” he said, looking up at you. You knew that ‘tired’ was an umbrella term for all of the emotions he was probably feeling, but you thought you would deal with the literal meaning of the word first. Exhaustion.
“Just take the day off and sleep a little longer,” you said softly. He shook his head. “I can’t,” he replied. “Taehyung, you work hard and if you need a break, you can take one. It’s one day, baby,” you said, your hand moving off of his stomach to stroke his blue hair. blue haired taehyung is superior
He thought about it momentarily before reaching for his phone and writing a text to send to someone. And once he was done, he shut down his phone, not wanting be disturbed for the whole day.
Looking up at you once more, he gently pulled your body on top of his as he kissed your head.
“You always know what to say,” he mumbled happily, his genuine exhaustion getting to him. “Can we talk later about how you’re really feeling?” you asked as the beating of his heart lined up with yours. He nodded, and after a few minutes, you looked up and saw that he was fast asleep.
Jeon Jungkook
Given the role Jungkook had been given since the beginning, the member that’s good at everything, he’s tried his hardest to give the title as Golden Maknae justice. He’s tried to be good at everything he needs to do but it’s hard sometimes.
He felt like even if he made the smallest mistake, it was all over for him.
Maybe it was an off day or Jungkook was just feeling a bit tired, but as you watched on the tv screen as you sat backstage at a concert and saw Jungkook mess up the choreography multiple times and heard his voice crack drastically, you knew it would be a long night.
After each mistake, you could see that his motivation just slowly disappeared.
And so after they said goodbye and the stage went back down, you stood right where they would get off, ready to comfort Jungkook because you knew he would need it.
And you were right.
His eyes searched for you, and after he found you, he practically collapsed into your arms. Each member rubbed his back as they passed by the two of you so they could give you some space.
“It’s okay, Jungkook,” you said as you slowly walked the two of you over to a couch. You sat down and he sat beside you, his head buried in your chest, hiding his face from the staff and prying eyes.
He shook his head violently.
“It’s not okay. If you saw how many times I messed up, that means everyone else did, too,” he said, tears pouring down his sweaty face. “Jungkook, you are allowed to make mistakes. It’s human,” you said as you rubbed his back. You felt him shake his head once again.
“You don’t think the greatest performers of all time have made mistakes? It happens Jungkook, and I know that in the spotlight, you feel as though you’re not allowed to make any mistakes, but baby, first and foremost you’re human. It happens,” you explained in a gentle voice before kissing his head.
He continued to cry in your arms for a few minutes as he let the words you spoke resonate in his mind.
“I love you,” he muttered through sniffles.
“I love you too, Kook. And when you feel ready, go celebrate with your members. Regardless of the mistakes, you put on an amazing show and made the thousands of fans out there incredibly happy,” you said, and for the first time, he nodded, causing a small smile to form on your lips.
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The Gauntlet’s Victims
When going through Nuka World’s Gauntlet, you’ll come across the bodies of some previous victims. Most of them have notes.
Corin - Corin’s body is after the section with the traps, and before the nuclear waste. His note is titled ‘Ramblings.’
Did all my jet. Stuck in some messed up trap. Writing sucks. Gonna take all this RadX and pass out. No one's stupid enough to come after me here. I think that Harvey guy lied to me.
Lucky - Lucky doesn’t have a note. His body is in the area with the tripwires.
Ophelia - Ophelia’s body is on the second floor. Her note is titled ‘Ophelia's unsent letter.’
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm sure by now you've realized I've left, and I'm never coming back. Sure, you managed to keep me safe all my life in that bunker, but I just can't take it anymore. I'm going to see the world, whether you like or not. I'm heading to Diamond City where I can hopefully find a job and a place to live. You think I can't make it out in the world on my own? Well, I can. I'm not that naive little girl that sleeps with a teddy bear anymore. I'm an adult, and I can take care of myself. Please don't try to come after me unless you intend to visit. I'm never coming back. I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay. I still love you both, Ophelia
Sykes - Sykes’s body is at the bottom of the stairs when you first enter the Gauntlet. He’s an ex-raider. His note is titled ‘Sykes’s old letter’.
Sykes, You worthless, good for nothing piece of shit. Not only did you do all my jet, you sold Fate for a lousy 100 caps to think that'd make up for it? I loved that damn minigun more than your life. You've pissed me off for the last time. I'm out. I'm done taking care of you. Good luck out there on your own. You won't last a day. - K.C.
Crag - Crag is a super mutant whose body can be found in the mirelurk section of the Gauntlet. His note is titled ‘Crag's Master Plan’.
Crag's Master Plan 1. Find Raider play park 2. CRUSH Raiders 3. Make best meat bag 4. Take stuff 5. WIN
Private Tyler - Private Tyler’s body is in the access tunnels. His ‘note’ is a holotape that serves as a personal log.
Entry 1: Tired of running with the Gunners. I gotta get out of here. Sure it was all fun and exciting at first, but now that I'm older, I'm sick of always watching my back. I just want out. Maybe hole up in Goodneighbor for a while or try to get into Diamond City. Some place where I can at least sleep easy. Entry 2: Got up today to find out the Sarge had Davis killed last night. Heard it was for some backtalk comment he made the day before which is bullshit. This is exactly why I need to get out of here. I'll have to make sure I keep this holotape close, too. Bet they'd shoot me on the spot just for thinking about leaving. Entry 3: Going on a recon mission tomorrow, and I know there's gonna be fireworks. We've had enough Super Mutant reports to know we'll run into them. If a fight breaks out, it could be my chance to get away without question. They'll just assume I was taken and not worth recovering. Entry 4: Hell yeah, I'm out. I holed up in some run down building on the far west side of the Commonwealth. Going to wait till it's dark to make my next move. Might even stay here a few days to see what I can salvage around here. I just gotta be sure to plot a course that avoids any Gunner territory. Entry 5: Damn, thanks to some feral ghouls, I'm way further west than I want to be right now. Least my chance of crossing paths with any of my old crew are slim. This place doesn't look half bad, though. Could set up some decent defenses here. Shit, I just heard something. I thought this place was deserted, but sounds like someone calling for help. Guess I'll go check it out.
Sergeant Marcks - Sergeant Marcks’s body is in the gas room.
Sergeant Marcks. Day one log. I've been ordered to scout the area around Fort Hagen to eval the location for possible take over. So far, not much left in the area. Buildings are picked over, although Red Rocket filling station has some potential. I'll check out the array tomorrow, but I'm setting up a secure spot to camp. Sergeant Marcks. Day two log. Came across a civilian looking for help. He was already shot, so I left him to die. Not worth the bullet. Said a few Raiders dragged his family off to some place called Nuka-World, but they were heavily supplied. Not within my orders, but I'm going to check it out. Sergeant Marcks. Day three log. I'm in some sort of fucking maze. I'm guessing that asshole I left to die intentionally led me here. Probaby not even dying, so jokes on me. I've no idea how long this goes on. I've only got a few stimpaks left. All I know is they better hope I don't make it, 'cause if I do, I'm going to kill every single living soul involved in this. Especially that goddamn announcer.
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1 for Mello 😋
(Actually, you don’t to pick a number for that meme!)
1: sexuality headcanon
Probaby gay (or bi) (…I just realised that I can see every single Wammy’s kid as bi)
2: otp
I like him with Matt and B, mainly
3: brotp
Same as the above and also him and Near
4: notp
Him x Halle, him x L
5: first headcanon that pops into my head
He regularly breaks pens with his teeth while he’s writing
6: favorite line from this character
Not a fave line per se, but I enjoy this exchange very much:
7: one way in which I relate to this character
I’m very, very bad at accepting that someone might be better at something I want to be good at. That’s something I struggled with my entire life and I wish I could just chill already, so yeah, I do find his stubbornness relatable
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character
I guess I don’t feel second hand embarrassment for Mello either. Except maybe in “Another Note” but that doesn’t really count and I mean, what’s a bit embarrassing about him in AN is still more hilarious than anything else
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?
OH, definitely problematic fave. I’m sometimes not even sure why I love him so much, or why he makes so emotional
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War Storm Fanfic
I just thought of this right now and decided I was going to write this. Please forgive me for any errors, canon-wise or wotherwise; I do not have my copy of War Storm with me right now. If you like this, please like, reblog, or comment what you think!
When the door shuts, I finally breathe a sigh of relief.
I had spent all day in agnoy, the weight on my chest threatening to overwhelm me. Now, I trade one weight for another. The feeling of slient stone would signal panic in anyone else, but for me, under the cover of silent stone is the only place I feel like myself. Well, what’s left of myself.
Her voice dims, fading to the background. Her wild shrieks blending in with the rest of the sounds that plauge my mind. I would ask someone from House Merandus to check on it, make sure that this isn’t actually my mother’s doing, but that would be revealing weakness. Those vultures would do anything to exploite my weak spots. Even rip apart their own blood. Not that I’m not used to whispers tearing their own to shreads.
You let her kill me! She wails. You let that Red bitch kill me!
I rub at my temples. “No, you let her kill you, mother,” I mutter aloud.
My muscles tense automatically. If she was still alive she would take control of my body, make me a living statue. Then, she would walk real close and cause a loud, sharp noise to screetch through my head. My vocal chords stuck in place so could not scream. She would whisper in my ear somehow perfectly clear, even over all the noise, “Do not disrespect me like that. I am trying to make you better, trying to make you a king.” She would leave me there, suffering in silence, until she got what she wanted. I’m sorry, I would think, over and over again until it was to her satisfaction. Until it was sincere. Only then she would let me go.
Bu she isn’t here. And somehow, that hurts worse than any of the pain she could have ever caused.
The pain in my chest starts back up again. It’s as if my heart is on fire. It probably is; she isn’t the only one I lost today.
Fate is a real bitch. It favors those who seem to want to make my life hell. It was bad enough losing Thomas, but losing my mother on the anniversary of his death was too much. This is the first year I mourn for both of them at the same time.
My skin burns. My collarbone feels as if the skin was on fire from the inside out. Ashes burn against my throat. Fames tingle against my hands, these possibly real. My lips hurt worst of all. Thomas touched me in so many places, his chin perfectly sitting in my collar bone, his fingers dancing against mine, but my lips were his. My lips he devored, my lips that plunged us all into this hell that we’re living--he treated those lips as if they were gold.
My whole body aches in agony. My mind belonged to my mother, but my body belonged to Thomas.
But they are both gone, so I guess my body and my mind belong to me now. Or whatever’s left of me.
I sag against the stone wall. All day I could hear whispers around the palace. Reds and Silvers alike warning each other about the Mad King in a foul mood. I was an inferno, raging at everything in my path. People parted from me; nobody wants to be anywhere close to a bomb that never seems to stop going off. But now, all I am is tired. I can barely manage a spark, let alone an inferno.
For a second, I let myself imagine. Here, only for a moment, I let myself pretend that it’s Thomas I’m married to, not Iris. I pretned I live in one of Jon’s dead realities, a far off world where Thomas can be my husband. Not my servant, like we planned, but my true partner. I can almost see him crouching in front of me, one of his big, goofy smiles and shaggy brown hair. He would have taken my hand and told me everything is going to be alright. I probably would have believed him; he had a way of making everything sound believable.
I close my eyes. This could never have happened. He was Red and I am Silver. He is dead and I am alive.
He is at peace and I am still hurting.
But I was always hurting.
I have a splitting headache. That’s the price I pay for letting myself think of him. After I came home from the front, a husk of myself, Mother was determined to rid me of him. Despite her past failures at erasing romatnic love, she believed this time that she could do it. After all, she was a surgeon with the mind. I was just glad the pain would finally stop.
Instead, it turned phsycial. Splitting headaches clung to his prescense whenever he crossed my mind. I was holed up in my apartment for days, plauged by both physical and emotional pain. That’s when I discovered how truly pownderful silent stone could be.
Most Silvers stayed as far away as they could from it. Its effects were suffocating, like drowing on dry land. When I was younger, Mother would throw me in here if I misbehaved. It was torture. But after days anguish, the silent stone was my salvaton. It made the migraine recced. Finally, the pain was dulled to something tolerable, something I could manage. My head was clear, and Mother’s mental claws couldn’t touch me.
That’s why she restricted my exposure. I was almost never allowed to be near it. My only relief came from a small piece of silent stone I hid in my room. I clung to it during my worst moments, it’s white dust coating my pale fingers.
I still keep that small block in my room. The only thing stranger than a king with a throne of silent stone is a king with a bedroom built of it. Now, though, when I’m feeling truly pained, I can just come here, and be whatever is left of myself.
I wonder if Thomas would still love me. After everything I’ve done, would he still care for me as he did that broken boy so long ago?
Probaby not.
The ony person who could ever love me was Mother, and she’s gone now.
That’s right, she whispers like a snake, I am the only one who ever truly cared about you. Not your Father, not Cal, not Mare, but me.
She’s right. I can’t help but miss her more. The bond between a mother and son is unbreakable, stronger than anything.
Oh.
It hits me like a bolt of lightning. I know what Cal’s next move is.
Harbor Bay.
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Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.
Inspired by my own prompt: “This place has the best Oreo cake and I have heard that if you propose to someone in here they’ll give you two free pieces so, please, pretend to be my boyfriend and let’s do a fake propose; it’s for a good cause!”
Warning: English is not my native language, and, honestly, I’m a bad writer who hasn’t finished writing a fanfiction for ages so don’t expect much. If you read this and end up thinking it’s the wrost fanfiction you have ever read, please, just pretend I never wrote it, okay? Ily. ❤
"Oh, yesterday at the café near here there was a marriage propose. I mean, who the hell propose to someone else in a café? The house offered them the Oreo cake that Simon never shut up about, though." Nick starts yet another conversation.
Simon is at Nick’s garage with his usually group of friends and all they’re doing is talking about random things.
"Really?" Says Simon, followed immediatly to an "Oh! What are you waiting for? Give your number to Cal Price, he has a crush on you since high school, I'm sure he wouldn't mind jumping being boyfriends and become your fiancé right away" from Abby.
Simon rolls his eyes while everyone start to laugh, everyone except Bram, who after Simon keeps watching changes his weird expression in a little smile, or at least this is what Simon thinks he is trying to do with his face.
"What about Bram?" Everyone turns their attention to Garrett, "he loves the Oreo cake, too, and I don't think he would mind getting a free piece."
"I don't l-" Garrett interrupts whatever Bram was trying to say by elbowing his side.
"I-uhm... O-okay." Simon freezes at that. Okay, he often jokes that he would anything for Oreos, and the joke is that he is actually not joking at all, but the cute and shy Bram Greenfeld willing to fake a marriage propose with him for a piece of the most delicious Oreo cake seems strange even to him.
"Are you sure?" He asks. "Yes", Bram replies. And, well, for how ridiculous faking a propose may sound, Simon isn't going to take a step back.
Because what's better than a piece of Oreo cake? A free piece of Oreo cake, of course.
[The Next Day ☀]
"Shit, we didn't think about the ring." Simon realizes while he and Bram where walking towards the Cakes & Ann café shop.
"Oh, uhm... since you're proposing to m-me in a café, I think it makes sense if it's something that y-you really hadn't planned." Bram says, and Simon's sight may not be the best, I mean, he wears eyeglasses for a reason, but he swears that Bram's cheeks are tintend a bit of red now.
"Yeah, you're right", he replies. They walk for a few minutes more, and when they reach their destination, they both stops a few steps from the entrance.
"Are you ready?" Simon asks, looking at Bram. "Y-yes" Bram replies, and he gives him a small and nervous smile. There's something mischevious in his eyes, too, and Simon isn't sure if he ever saw that look on him before.
"Let's do it", Simon says and then proceeds to open the door for both of them.
Bram orders a cappuccino with a bit of chocolate powder on top, while Simon orders, of course, their Oreo milkshake.
They stay at the table for a bit sipping their drinks. Simon is a bit nervous, he doesn’t knows if he can do it, sure, he was a drama kid in high school, but he usually had a few lines, or none at all, and he never had to propose to the freaking adorable Bram Greenfeld.
He catches Bram's gaze and takes a deep breath. He suddenly get up from his seat, and goes to Bram's side. Bram turns his body a little towards Simon, and his mouth is a bit open. He actually looks surprised.
Simon kneels and takes Bram's hand with both of his hands. He looks at their hands for a bit, his heart start to beating faster, and he suddenly thinks that he wouldn't mind holding Bram's hand for hours.
He can feel Bram looking at him, he can feel everyone in this shop looking at him.
He raises his gaze to look at Bram and takes another deep breath.
"Bram, I know that this is so suddenly. I didn't really meant to do it that soon, but I have been thinking a lot about us lately. When I say that you're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, I mean it. And when I joke about us growing old together, I'm not really joking. I don't have a freaking clue of how you're going to react and if you want this at all. But I really do, and I want to try: Do you want to marry me?"
Simon can hear a gasp of surprise escaping someone's lips somewhere in the shop.
Bram’s mouth is hanging more open now, and Simon swears that he can see that some tears have formed in his eyes.
Apparently the cute Bram Greenfeld can also act, and he can act very good because nothing about his reaction screams 'fake' to Simon. Is there something that this boy can't freaking do?
He feels Bram's squeezing gently some of his fingers. Then, he shakes his head a bit and smiles. This time, though, his expression isn't very convincing. There is something off about the smile that can usually light an entire room, this time, Simon thinks, he can't find any light on it.
"Y-yes. O-of course." Bram replies, he gives Simon a little smile, and Simon smiles back at him.
Suddenly, the few people in the café start to cheering at the fake engaged couple, and Simon's smile is a bit wider now, and he is starting to feel overwhelmed and without thinking twice, he hugs Bram.
He can feel Bram's body stiffen and just when he is starting to panicking about it, Bram hugs him back, starting to relax.
They hold each others for a few moments, and Simon wishes that he and Bram where closer because hugging him may be one of the best things he has ever done.
When they're pulling back from the hug, someone screams to 'kiss' at them, and Bram and Simon both freezes at that. Simon knows that he should say no, but Bram's lips are a few centimeters away from his, and he is all flushed and even more beautiful up close, Simon is starting to feel overwhelmed once again, and without really thinking about it he whisper to Bram: "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes." Bram whisper back, and so Simon does it. He catch Bram's lips with his own, and with his hand he takes hold of Bram's curly hair to tilt his head a little for a better angle, Bram is cupping his face, and now they are actually kissing.
It's slow and all Simon can see, feel and think about is Bram, Bram, Bram. They continue to kiss until they have to gasp for air, and if hugging Bram was one of the best thing he has ever done, kissing him was the best thing he has ever done.
In the end, they get their free pieces of Oreo cake.
Simon isn't really happy about it, though. Bram has been ignoring him since the kiss, he keeps looking at everything and everyone but him, and Simon feels like he has ruined whatever relationship they had before. He shouldn't have agreed to that freaking ridiculous plan, and even if he got to kiss Bram, he is probaby going to ignore him from now and on.
Simon mentally slaps himself all the time while he eats his piece of Oreo cake.
When they leave the shop, they decide to do it while holding each others hands.
Just after they’re out of sight, Bram quickly lets go of his hand as if it were somehow burning him. Simon's heart breaks a little at that.
"Wow, was I such a bad kisser?" He tries to joke, really, but his voice comes off wounded and Simon cringes a bit at that. He looks at Bram and stiffen.
Bram has the weird expression that he had yesterday, but this time he isn't that good at masking it, this time Simon can clearly see that he is hurt, and he looks lost, too.
Simon wishes that he could make it go away, that he could hold him and kiss him over and over again, but Bram isn't interested in him like that and now his heart is breaking a little more.
"Sorry, I was just jok-" "I liked kissing you." Simon freezers and Bram does, too.
He watches Bram's eyes growing bigger and his mouth is hanging a bit open like he is only now realizing what he has just said.
Bram's expression changes, he takes a deep breath and then he continues: "I-I wanted to try it for quite some time, actually."
Simon's heart start to beating faster, and the butterflies in his stomach are going crazy. Bram is trying to say sorry, but Simon can't really listen to him. His heartbeat is too loud in his ears, and Simon is trying to say something, too, but he seems to have lost the ability to speak so he does the only thing that he is capable to do now: He goes quickly to Bram, cups his face and then smash his lips with his own.
The kiss is passionate this time, and now Bram's taste is mixed with the Oreo cake, his hands are around Simon's waist, and he is pulling him closer, everything is just so perfect this time and Simon wishes that he could kiss Bram for eternity without stopping.
While kissing Bram for the second time, Simon comes to the conclusion that he kisses just like Elliott Smith sings.
The next time at Nick's, Simon and Bram decide to arrive together and they're holding hands when Abby opens the front door for them.
"Ooh." She says surprised, watching their hands for just a moment. Then, she gives them a big smile, and quickly turns to Leah. "Hey, Leah, I think they could take the title of being the cutest couple in town away from us.”
"Hey!" Nick suddenly interrupts. "There's no question here; me and Garrett are obviously the cutest couple!" Everyone laughs at that.
Note: Nick/Garrett may seems a joke, but they’re actually a thing. No straights were allowed in this fanfic.
I hope you somehow enjoyed reading this mess. ❤
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