useyourtelescope · 6 months ago
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Nicola Coughlan Interviewed by Entertainment Tonight + Colin & Penelope in Bridgerton Season One Episode Four
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dotster001 · 11 months ago
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For Tuna; Duel End
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“I've had it! They're all worthless!” Grim shouted as he stormed into Ramshackle. 
You looked up warily from the book you were reading on the sofa.
“Who's worthless, Grim?” 
“They are!” He screeched, throwing some folders on the ground. You sighed at the mess you would no doubt have to clean up.  
“Well, why are they worthless?” You moved to start cleaning up the folders, and he hissed at you. You retracted your hand. 
He stared for a moment, before looking off into the distance. 
“I, uh, have to do a partner project, for extra credit. And I'd narrowed it down to who I thought I should pick, but all of them are stupid head poopy butts.”
“That's rough, Grimmy,” you sighed, noticing one of the folders had a familiar name. You raised a brow. “How is Silver a stupid head poopy butt?”
Grim scowled. 
“He just is. Don't ask too many questions!” he sighed sadly. “I don't know what to do,Y/N, everyone I thought was perfect for this project is awful. I feel like I'm starting over!”
“Well, can I be your partner?”
“That would defeat the entire purpose,” he pouted.
Ah, probably an assignment that was meant to build his independence from you.
“Deuce always needs extra-”
“Blech!”
Not Deuce then. Got it.
“Well, what if you make a list of all the possible people who aren't, what was it?”
“Stupid head poopy butts.”
“Right. Then you can pick one randomly. If that one turns out to be a…well you know, you can pick a different one. And then if no one is good, please just go to Deuce. For the love of God, your grades reflect on me as well!”
“Go to Deuce?” He spat. “You have no idea what you ask of me, human! But still….your idea of picking randomly is not bad! Perhaps I have been putting too much thought into something that requires no thought at all!”
You highly doubted that. 
But he seemed happy again, putting together a list of seemingly unrelated names. You noted he wrote down your lab partner Alano’s name, before snickering and crossing it out.
Once he had all the names written down, he pulled a name out of a hat.
“Sebek?” You asked. “He's smart. He has a lot of life experience too. I bet he'd be a great fit.”
“Yeah, and his dad's a dentist,” Grim said with a worrying smile.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound excited for him, despite your confusion. “If you want, I can walk you over there. I need to give him back the notes I borrowed, anyway.”
“I don't know if that's a good idea,” Grim frowned.
“Okay, I can ask Mal Mal to bring the notes then-”
“I've changed my mind. Come with me.”
….
When Sebek wasn't in class, he was in the Diasomnia courtyard, dueling the training dummy. It was worse for wear; chunks of it were missing, and the parts still together had deep scars.
Never had he felt such painful turmoil in his life. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw you on someone's arm, be it Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Leona, or any of the numerous people Grim had chosen, then fired, within the past week.
Fired. They wouldn't be with you. But still.
He was snapped out of his heated fighting with the clang of metal against his sword. He blinked back to awareness, and processed Silver standing before him, sword in hand, body in an offensive position.
“You need to snap out of it,” Silver said. Sebek snarled, and swung at Silver, and was deflected easily.
“Do you think you're good for anyone right now?” Silver asked, and Sebek swung again, blind rage building up in him.
What the hell did Silver know about him? Who did he think he is?
“Father and Lord Malleus are both worried about you. Is that any way for a knight to act?” 
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, HUMAN!”
Swords clanged against each other, one knight at peace, the other bursting with rage.
“If there's something you want, go get it!”
“You don't know anything about me!”
“I know the face you made when Grim told you he chose me, and the relief in your eyes when he changed his mind.”
“SHUT UP!”
Clang. Clang. Silver landed a hit with the flat of his blade, making Sebek fall back. His anger, if even possible, rose to new levels. He ran at Silver, sword swinging, only for Silver to side step and make Sebek trip.
“Y/N is a wonderful creature. You would be good together!”
“Ah!”
Clang.
“They bring out a gentler side to you that makes you a well rounded knight.”
Clang.
“But you have to admit what you want, Sebek!”
Clang. Clang. Clang.
“What do you want!”
“I want Y/N!” Sebek shouted, finally disarming Silver, and knocking his feet out from under him.
He breathed heavily, wiping sweat from his brow as he stared down at his defeated senior. Silver, as always, was smiling peacefully. A little too peacefully. He pointed over Sebek 's shoulder, and he turned to look. He felt immediate horror as he saw you standing with your cat creature.
You shyly waved at him, and Sebek felt his face grow bright red.
“I, uh, came to give you back your notes,” you said with a bashful smile.
“Oh.”
“And Grim wanted to ask you if-”
“It can wait, henchhuman! You two obviously have some things to talk about. Come Silver!” Grim turned on his heel to go, then turned back to Silver with a horrific glare.
“I said, let's go. You've clearly lost.”
Silver laughed happily.
“I'm not sure I did lose, Grim.” He stood up, gently clapped Sebek 's shoulder, and leaned in to whisper “good luck.” He hummed happily as he followed Grim into the Diasomnia castle.
Sebek stared pointedly at the ground, neither of you ready to break the silence.
After a bit, “You want me, huh?” Followed by a soft giggle.
“Who wouldn't want you? You're an excellent human,” he muttered.
“You're very sweet, Sebek.”
He looked up in shock, as you smiled at him. You weren't…rejecting his advances? And Grim wasn't stopping him? Had the world come to an end, and this was just a blissful dream in his last moments? No, Malleus would be in the dream too.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted as his ringtone played the Valley of Thorns national anthem. He apologized quickly and picked up, expecting Master Lilia or his royal highness. 
Instead he was greeted by the voice of your cat.
“I'm giving you a chance, crocodile boy. You know what that means right?”
Sebek grunted in affirmative, turning away so you wouldn't see his face.
“There had better be three cases of luxury tuna on Ramshackle’s doorstep tomorrow morning, or you can kiss Y/N goodbye.”
He almost completely derailed himself by imagining kissing you, in any capacity. 
“Understood,” he grunted. There would be no tuna. He didn't need Grim's manipulations to hold your love. But he didn't want to deal with the argument, not when he was seconds away from getting the one he longed for.
“Good.” Grim hung up, and Sebek turned back to you. 
“Malleus was just…it doesn't matter,” he ran up to you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in your shoulder. He held back the slight tremble his body wanted to give at finally having you in his arms. You wiggled a little bit, and he tightened the hold, not ready to let you out of his grasp yet. He was so unbelievably happy.
“Sebek, you're all sweaty!” You whined.
He pouted, taking a step back and placing a hand on your head.
“I am a knight, human. I train day and night to protect the ones I love. You're going to have to get used to the sweat of hard work!” He proclaimed proudly, before grinning. “After all, part of why I'll be training is so that I can be worthy of you.”
You gave a mock sigh, then opened your arms to him. He didn't hesitate to embrace you once again, tightly holding onto you, and the memory of this day, both of which he intended to hold onto forever.
The End
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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 months ago
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Halt & Catch Fire: Part One
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.1k
Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst
Summary: You're done being a puppet in their plans. You're done letting them control you. You're finally going to take back your life by becoming something you didn't know was possible. your eyes are opened to something better and God forbid anyone who disrespects you.
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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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Where is the damn thing? There are only so many places one can hide a remote. God, you could have sworn Dean had it here. You yank the mattress of the bed and haphazardly let it fall back onto the box spring. You open his dresser drawers and start flinging clothes out of it. I'm gonna fucking kill him. I'm going to fucking KILL HIM. Where is the damn thing?!
For the past month, you've made sure to be on your best behavior in hopes he would give up the remote for the thing on your neck. They're both still on edge with you being around but that's not your problem anymore. Your hands are itching to break something so you grab the first thing you can reach which just so happens to be a picture of you and Dean on your wedding day.
You pause to look at the picture and allow the memories to come flooding back.
"Do you, Dean Winchester, take Y/N Singer to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," he said.
He took your engagement ring and slid it onto your left ring finger, and you admired how it shined brightly as if it were meant to be there.
"Do you, Y/N Singer, take Dean Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," you sniffled.
You took out John Winchester's wedding ring and slid it onto Dean's left ring finger.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Dean pulled you in by your waist, and you met him halfway. Your lips molded together, fitting perfectly together. There are no two people better suited for each other than you and Dean. Your minds, bodies, and souls melded together so that you're one. There was no one else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with than Dean.
Now you can't think of anything worse than being his wife. You toss the picture onto the bed just as the bedroom door opens.
"What the hell did you do to my room?"
"I've been nothing but good this entire month. Get this damn thing off my neck."
"Not until your soul is back."
You take two deep breaths to calm yourself otherwise you'll strangle him.
"Baby, I'm fine. I'm okay now. I'll be good."
You slither up to his side and grab the sides of his face gently. You pull him down and kiss him to prove to him you'll do what you say you're gonna do. Dean knows this is a ploy but he can't help but kiss you back. Damn, he misses kissing you. You feel so good against him and he momentarily forgets what you're asking of him.
As your lips move against him, your hands roam his body. You make it seem like you just want to touch him when you're really looking for the damn remote. Something snaps in Dean's brain and he pulls away from you slightly.
"It's not on me."
You huff out in anger, push him away from you, and storm out of his bedroom. Dean starts cleaning his room when he spots the picture of you two at your wedding. Seeing that causes a headache to form. The headache gets so bad that he sinks to the ground with his head in his hands.
"Hello?! Dean!" you yell. "Anyone??"
The room you're in is pitch black but there is a white hue of it that isn't quite breaking into the room. You can barely see one foot in front of you so you have to walk around with your hands out in front of you. You hit the wall and feel around for a door or a window. Maybe a light switch if you're lucky.
All four corners and nothing. You're trapped inside of this box with nowhere to go and no one to talk to. Blue magic swirls around your hands with the hope of lighting your way. There is nothing in this room. Nothing to do. No one to talk to. No Dean. No Sam. You're completely alone.
"Please let me out, someone," you cry. You slide down the wall in tears. "I just want to go home."
A single tear leaves Dean's eye and he snaps out of this trance he's in. He shakes his head and wipes his tear in confusion. He gets off the floor and continues to clean his room. Once done, he leaves his room and finds Sam in the library.
"Hey, where's Y/N?"
"Kitchen. Cas got back to me. Good news and bad news. The bad news is that he discovered riverboat gambling. The good news is he thinks he's closing in on Cain."
"He thinks?"
"Yeah, just east of the Mississippi River in Illinois."
"So, what do you suppose we do when we find Cain?"
"We get him to tell us how to get rid of the Mark."
"Don't you think that if Cain knew how to remove the mark, he would have done it like centuries ago?"
"We won't know until we try."
"You're right. I think Y/N is getting worse. We need to figure out a way soon."
"We will," Sam nods. "On another note, I found us a case in Iowa. A teen claims possessed pickup truck killed the driver."
You cry out in pain from the kitchen and the brothers immediately head in there to see what you're doing. You have a knife to your neck to try and dig the device out. Sam snatches the knife away from you at the same time Dean grabs you so you don't go anywhere.
"Come on!"
"Not gonna happen. Come on. We have a case."
"Like I care about saving some stupid people."
"I don't care. You're going."
Ah, college. To be that young again. All of these students don't think anything bad can happen to them. Dean keeps his eyes to himself but Sam checks out a few of the girls who seem older than the rest. You don't hide how much you're checking out some of the young men walking around. Dean sees two girls walking outside with bookbags slung over their shoulders and approaches them.
"Which one of you is Janet Novoselic?"
"I am," the brunette says.
"Agents Grohl, Cobain, and Channing."
The blonde girl Janet is with says goodbye and leaves so Janet can be alone.
"I already talked to the police like nine times," Janet sighs.
"Yeah, this is just a follow-up."
"I have finals tomorrow."
"Then we'll make it fast. I promise," Sam smiles.
Janet takes you three to the library so you can talk in semi-private. You're browsing the books because you have no interest in hearing what she has to say while the brothers sit with Janet at a table nearby. Maybe one of these books will have something to do with getting this damn thing off your neck. One can hope, right?
"It's like I told the detective. I was drunk but I wasn't hallucinating. The truck had a mind of its own."
"How so?"
Dean looks at you in thought. You take a book off the shelf and flip through the pages. When you're not satisfied with it, you slam the book back on the shelf angrily. You scratch at the device on your neck and continue looking. What is he going to do with you? Sooner or later, you're going to fight back. He doesn't want to be on the receiving end because you'll fight to kill.
"Like the air went full blast even though it wasn't on, and Trini and the radio went crazy"
"Who is Trini?" Dean asks.
"You'll have to excuse my partner," Sam chuckles. "When it comes to technology, he's a little behind. He just learned how to poke on Facebook. "
"Okay. Trini is the navigation app we were using. It's this talking map. Look, I don't expect you to believe me, but I swear that truck was hell-bent on killing Billy."
"Did Billy have any enemies? Anybody who might have had a beef with him?"
"Maybe his brother Joey. They fought all the time. It's so sad. They never got to set it right."
"Because Billy died?"
"No, Joey did in Afghanistan."
"Do you know where he's buried?"
"He's not. Poor guy never came home. IED."
"Did Billy happen to have anything of his brother's on him when he died? Dog tags, a hat, something?" Dean asks.
"Just his pickup. The truck belonged to Joey. Billy got it when he died."
Dean looks back at you and locks eyes with you. Something sparks between you two and he's suddenly watching a movie of your entire life together.
You open the door and see the broken young boy by the bathtub. Upon seeing you, he tried to get himself to stop crying even though his tears wouldn't stop flowing. His eyes have a broken look in them that leads to a broken soul. You get tears yourself because you hate seeing him like this.
You close the door and join him on the floor.
"Why are you crying?" He shakes his head but keeps eye contact with you. "Come on, Dean, you can tell me. I'm good at keeping secrets. I even brought Legos with me so we could play with them."
"It's my mommy," he whispers. 
At the mention of his mom, he sobs. You overheard John talk about how his wife died recently to your mother. You don't know how she died but you know how much Dean loves her. You reach out to Dean with a tiny hand and place it on his even tinier shoulder.
"Don't cry."
"I just miss her so much."
You're not sure how to help so you do the only thing you can think of. You pull him into you and place his head on your chest. Even at five years old, you know how to comfort someone when they're sad.
"It's okay, Dean. I can share my mommy. She's great. She makes my lunch and reads me bedtime stories and sings with me. She can come over here and she can help you. I promise I won't be sad. I don't want you to be sad so I'll share my mommy with you."
Dean sniffles and looks at you with the tiniest of smiles on his face. He nods after a moment and wipes his tears.
"You can come over again and you can even sleep there. We can share my bed! It's very comfy and I'll even let you hold my blankie. I can share my toys and you can have half my sandwich."
Dean gives you a real smile, feeling much better now that you are with him.
"You said you brought Legos with you?"
You put the bag of Legos in front of him. If he wants to play in the bathroom, then that's what you'll do. You like seeing him smile.
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You walk into the freezing cold bedroom knowing that is a sign the spirit is occupying the room. Before Dean can follow you in, the door slams shut, locking you in. You scream and jump back from the door with your gun out in front of you.
"Y/N! Stay calm! I'm going to get you out!"
The room is silent except for the sounds of your heavy breathing. God, it's so cold in here. Suddenly, the closet door creaks open and you turn with wide eyes and a pounding heart. You make the stupid decision and walk into the closet. It slams shut causing you to turn around and face the spirit you're haunting.
The spirit throws you against the wall and your gun goes flying out of your hands. You aren't fast enough to grab it and the spirit grabs you by your throat. He slashes your ribs with his sharp claws and you scream out in pain. Well, the scream is strangled due to the ghost holding you up by your throat.
"DEAN!" you manage to scream.
The closet door busts open and the spirit drops you to the ground to face the other hunter. Dean shoots the spirit and rushes over to you. He lifts your shirt to see the damage the spirit did. Three long and deep gashes run across your abdomen that are oozing blood. He sheds his jacket and places it over your wounds to stop the bleeding.
"I don't want to die," you cry.
"You're not going to die. I will protect you. I will take care of you."
The spirit appears behind Dean with an evil look. Before you have a chance to say something, the spirit goes up in flames. John must have burned the thing it's attached to. You need to get this wound sewn up quickly. As much as you love Dean, you don't trust him with a needle yet. 
"I won't let anything happen to you. You're going to be okay." Dean says, brushing his thumb against your cheek.
John and Dean help you out to the car but instead of sitting in the front like he always does, Dean joins you in the back. You lean against Dean's chest as he holds you, and you look down at his ruined jacket.
"Sorry about your jacket," you grunt.
"Forget the jacket. You're more important," he says and kisses the side of your head.
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steddie-there · 2 years ago
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"Eddie, I need you," Steve says over the phone, a very un-Steve-like tremor in his voice.
That's all Eddie needs to hear before he's shouting to Dave that he has a family emergency, he'll be back later, and booking it out of the record store and across town to the veterinarian. He's never been so grateful to have such a chill boss.
Steve is pacing in the empty lobby when he gets there, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other running incessantly through his hair. He doesn't stop until Eddie touches his shoulder and then Eddie has an armful of Steve, his face buried in Eddie's neck.
He's shaking so Eddie holds him close, buries a hand in his hair, waits for his trembling to stop.
"What happened, Stevie?" he asks and his voice is gentle, as gentle as he can make it, but Steve still curls inward. Eddie rubs soothing circles into his back.
"The hay bag," Steve finally whispers. "I heard it fall, thought it was far enough away from his cage. So I didn't check. But when I walked past, he'd chewed a hole in it and I don't know if he swallowed any and oh god what if he did what if he has a blockage what if -" he breaks off, his breath hitching.
Eddie presses a kiss to his forehead, pulls him over to the chairs. Tucks his hands into Steve's, lets him hold them bone-crushingly tight, lets him fiddle with his rings. Presses their foreheads together and whispers soothingly.
They wait.
It feels like hours but can't be more than 45 minutes before they're called back to a room. Paul is staring up at them from the doc's arms, calmly chewing a piece of hay into his mouth.
The doc smiles, tells them he's fine, no blockage, and Eddie lets out a breath of relief, feels Steve sag against him.
"So he's okay?" Eddie asks.
"Perfectly healthy," she confirms. "Although maybe the tiniest bit heavier than he should be. How many treats is he getting a day?"
Steve furrows his brow. "Just two hay treats. Three every once in a while."
Eddie doesn't say anything, glances down at the floor, scratches at the back of his head. Steve turns his head to look at him. Eddie breaks.
"...he's good at begging, all right? He rattles the cage and then he looks up at me and. He's just. Really cute. And sometimes I give him a couple extras."
Steve bites his lip and his shoulders start shaking again.
"Steve, what... are you okay...?"
Steve bursts out laughing. It's relief and joy and amusement all wrapped into one and it's infectious and soon Eddie is laughing, too, and even the doc is chuckling and Paul is staring at them all with big black bunny eyes.
"Just, maybe lay off the treats a little," she says when they're all just grinning at each other.
"Yes, ma'am" Eddie promises, crossing his heart.
"Will do," Steve grins as he takes Paul from her arms, puts him in his little pink travel kennel.
He turns to Eddie, a gentle smile on his face. "Let's go home."
Later, curled up on the couch, Paul flopped over their laps and the tv low, Steve leans his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with my freak out. For being there."
Eddie turns to Steve, kisses the side of his head. "Sunshine, I'd do anything for you. And for this little bastard, too," he says, tapping the white spot on Paul's head. He flicks an ear in Eddie's direction but otherwise doesn't move.
"Even stop giving him extra treats?" Steve asks, a smirk in his voice.
"Yeah, even that," Eddie says as they both dissolve into quiet giggles.
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7
ao3: And Rabbit Makes Three
My real life inspiration behind Paul the rabbit
Also, credit for this idea goes to my roommate @steddiehawkins, who also inspired Eddie giving Paul extra treats since she definitely doesn't give my rabbit extra treats because of how cute he is and how much she loves him. She would neeeeeeever do that 😉😜
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twoidiotwriters1 · 6 months ago
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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)
A/N: Something something they're all sad -Danny Words: 2,081 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'In My Place' -by Coldplay
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LII: I Might Lay down and See if This Fixes Itself
"You know what pisses me off?"
"Many things nowadays," Leo replies from the crawlspace where he works.
"This project," Ara continues grumpily. "What the hell, dude? We're supposed to be honest with each other!"
"We're supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend and you still call me dude," the boy responds, crawling out covered in grime and scowling. "What's your point?"
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to rebuild Festus?"
Leo seizes the cloth hanging from his toolbelt and cleans his hands. "Festus was your baby first, I couldn't tell you and then fail—Didn't want to look stupid if it didn't work."
"Then why are you telling me now?"
"Because you think I don't know what I'm doing but I have a good plan here!"
"I don't like this thing you're doing to us."
"Ain't doing nothing, doll..." he walks past her. "It was done to me too, remember?"
Ara follows him downstairs to the cabins. "I don't think this is the best idea you can come up with, that's all. I think you're going easy on purpose."
He steps into his cabin and leaves the door open for Ara. "I thought Ithaca would help, and it didn't. We think wrong sometimes. You should bribe Janus so he tells us what to pick."
"Oh, don't get me started on that guy! He would make things more difficult for us on purpose, he thrives on indecision—all shades of gray and stuff." Ara looks around the room and gets distracted. "Gods, Leo, how do you sleep with all this mess?"
He snorts. "I don't. I just work here."
The girl gets confused. "You've only slept two nights in my cabin this week—where do you spend the night when I say no?"
Leo changes the subject. "I work better around clutter. If I don't figure out a way to make sure Festus won't crush me to death—"
"Have you been sleeping in the engine room?"
The boy raises his voice in frustration. "Listen to what I'm saying!"
Ara looks at the bulletin board: Leo's drawing of the Argo II is accompanied by a picture of the crew who built it and another of Ara hugging Festus's head. She doesn't want to listen, Ara wants to hide under the blankets with him until the war is over and wants to go back to New York, hand in hand with Leo. 
Ara longs for the little things, and at the same time, she hates them because they make the things she aims for look frivolous and selfish. When Leo met her, she was obsessed with being useful and giving meaning to her death since she'd already concluded her life would be short and dramatic, yet uneventful when it came to being normal. 
Who is she to tell Leo not to aim for the big flashy sacrifice? In short, she's going insane. "I can't listen to this. I'm sorry."
Leo doesn't look surprised, this conversation has happened twice since he returned from Ogygia. Ara isn't ready to face what's coming, and Leo doesn't know what to do to help. The boy sighs, then pinches the bridge of his nose, he looks ten years older. Ara's ashamed of her cowardice, she could talk if they had a clear path ahead, but there is only a pitch-black void.
"I need to know," Leo is extra careful with his words because Ara won't like what he's about to ask her. "If I die for good, are you going to erase me from your stories like you did with Mike?"
Ara's gaze fires up like gasoline, but she says nothing at first. Her feet backtrack, like they always do when an argument hits too close, and then she freezes. Ara counts to five, if she doesn't take a second to think, she'll say bad things like she always does. 
Once her heartbeat is regulated she forces out a response. "I can't escape you like I escaped Michael. Helen left Troy but the guilt never left her. My soul has never known peace when it comes to you."
She thinks of her innocent memories with Leo, holding each other close until they couldn't keep their eyes open. She can't stand how much it hurts even while he's still with her, and it scares her to think it'll only get worse once he goes away.
"I've always been on the run, you know that," Leo sounds so serious it makes her skin crawl. "You're also the only person on this ship with whom I can act how I feel, and I need you to let us be ugly for once, or what we have is gonna rot no matter what we choose."
Ara runs her hands over her face. "I don't want this curse to be the thing that gives our relationship meaning—It will ruin it."
"We were never a perfect couple," he walks past her to exit the cabin. "But only you see that as a bad thing."
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Ara gets to the Mess Hall and opens her mouth to speak, but a voice screams before she can even utter one word. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
"Jesus fuck!" The General jumps out of her skin.
"I thought you were getting rid of that stupid hologram." Piper glares at Leo.
"Hey, Buford's just saying good morning," he grins, stuffing his mouth with a brownie. "He loves his hologram! Besides, we all miss the coach. And Frank makes a cute bulldog."
Their friend turns back into a human and scowls. "Just sit down, Leo. We've got stuff to talk about. Ara, ready when you are..."
The girl sits at the head of the table, placing both hands on its surface to gather her thoughts. Leo sits between Jason and Hazel and grabs a bag of fonzies, a healthy breakfast to begin the day.
"How are you feeling, Jason?" Ara asks, trying to ignore how Leo didn't switch seats with Frank to be closer to her.
"I'm still breathing," Jason answers shortly. "So... we're going to stay airborne and drop anchor as close as we can to Olympia. It's further inland than I'd like—about five miles—but we don't have much choice. According to Juno, we have to find the goddess of victory and, um... subdue her."
"Defeat Victory," Ara already hates the idea. "And subdue her?"
"I'm cool with fighting the occasional goddess," Percy shrugs casually, "but isn't Nike one of the good ones? I mean, personally, I like victory. I can't get enough of it."
"It does seem strange," Annabeth agrees, anxiously tapping the table. "I understand why Nike would be in Olympia—home of the Olympics and all that. The contestants sacrificed to her. Greeks and Romans worshipped her there for, like, twelve hundred years, right?"
"Almost to the end of the Roman Empire," Frank nods. "Romans called her Victoria, but same difference. Everybody loved her. Who doesn't like to win? Not sure why we would have to subdue her."
"She's probably going insane over which side should be winning," Ara reasons. "The children of Nike are all competitive and they don't stop at nothing. I'm sure she's ten times worse."
"How do we defeat victory?" Piper asks worryingly. "Sounds like one of those impossible riddles."
"Like making stones fly," Leo retorts, "or eating only one Fonzie."
Ara and Hazel look at him with vastly different expressions. Hazel scoots away. "That stuff is going to kill you."
"You kidding? So many preservatives in these things, I'll live forever."
"That'd be convenient," Ara mumbles, stabbing an apple with Lily's dagger.
No one knows how to reply to that, except Leo. "You think Nike can give us pointers on how to defeat death? 'Cause that'd be promising."
Ara wants to dismiss his comment knowing he's just taunting her, but it makes sense. "That's... not a crazy idea. Desperate times..."
Frank raises a brow. "You think Nike would be willing to fight death?"
Annabeth makes a face. "Her kids never turn down a challenge. They have to be number one at everything—I wouldn't be surprised if she agreed."
"She sounds like Birdy," Percy smirks. "Are we sure you're an Aphrodite?"
Ara cuts a slice of apple with the knife and sends an unamused glance at her brother. Hazel continues. "But we've got to get the Greeks and Romans on the same team, right?"
"Maybe she's the problem," Jason suggests. "If the goddess of victory is running rampant, torn between Greek and Roman, she might make it impossible to bring the two camps together."
"How?" Leo asks. "Start a flame war on Twitter?"
"Maybe she's like Ares," Percy explains. "That guy can spark a fight just by walking into a crowded room. If Nike radiates competitive vibes or something, she could aggravate the whole Greek–Roman rivalry big-time."
Frank points at Ara and Percy with his spoon. "You remember that old sea god in Atlanta—Phorcys? He said that Gaia's plans always have lots of layers. This could be part of the giants' strategy—keep the two camps divided; keep the gods divided. If that's the case, we can't let Nike play us against each other. We should send a landing party of four—two Greeks, two Romans—"
"Ara shouldn't go," Jason says promptly.
The girl cuts another slice of the apple and frowns. "Elaborate?"
"I think—and I say this respectfully—that your fatal flaw would get everyone killed if you were to face Nike."
"Ambition and victory don't mix," Percy nods in agreement. "You should sit this one out."
Ara leans back, popping the slice into her mouth. "First of all, I never said I should go. Second, I never said I wanted to go. We should be careful to send a group that doesn't clash, so if I were you, I wouldn't send those two either," she points at Annabeth and Percy.
"Hey!"
"No, she's right," Annabeth sighs. "Athena and Poseidon have a rivalry, we don't know if Nike can use that on us, Percy. We don't want to do anything that might make the goddess, um, more unstable."
"I'll go," Piper offers. "I can try charmspeaking."
"Not this time, Piper," Annabeth shakes her head gravely. "Nike is all about competition. Aphrodite... well, she is too, in her own way. That's why Ara is so alike."
"I love being present for these conversations," Ara says sarcastically, driving another slice into her mouth.
"Who should go, then?" Piper insists.
"Jason and Percy shouldn't go together," Annabeth continues. "Jupiter and Poseidon—bad combination. Nike could start you two fighting easily."
Percy gave her a sideways smile. "Yeah, we can't have another incident like in Kansas. I might kill my bro Jason."
"Or I might kill my bro Percy," Jason replies.
"Which proves my point," Annabeth sends an annoyed glance their way. "We also shouldn't send Frank and me together. Mars and Athena—that would be just as bad."
"Okay," Leo sighs. "So Percy and me for the Greeks. Frank and Hazel for the Romans. Is that the ultimate non-competitive dream team or what?"
"It could work," Frank looks at Ara for approval. "I mean, no combination is going to be perfect, but Poseidon, Hephaestus, Pluto, Mars... I don't see any huge antagonism there."
Annabeth is waiting for her response too. Ara shrugs. "Well, if it were Hephaestus and Ares maybe there'd be a problem, but let's hope Roman and Greek don't click like that."
"I still wish we could've gone through the Gulf of Corinth," Hazel sighs. "I was hoping we could visit Delphi, maybe get some advice. Plus it's such a long way around the Peloponnese."
"Yeah." Leo's shoulders fall. "It's July twenty-second already. Counting today, only ten days until—"
"I know," Jason says defensively. "But Juno was clear. The shorter way would have been suicide."
Leo opens his mouth probably to joke about how he's doing that either way but his eyes find Ara's and his statement dies before it can even reach his vocal cords.
"No one is blaming you, Jason," Ara stares at her partially eaten apple. "Delphi wouldn't've been of any help. Something's going on, I think Apollo messed up one too many times."
"Juno said the twins might be willing to help us," Jason reminds her. "Perhaps that's what she meant. We help Apollo and he'll help us in return."
"A lot of unanswered questions," Frank mumbles. "A lot of miles to cover before we get to Athens."
"First things first," Annabeth's posture changes to one more energetic. "You guys have to find Nike and figure out how to subdue her... whatever Juno meant by that. I still don't understand how you defeat a goddess who controls victory. Seems impossible."
Ara and Leo lock eyes immediately. The masters of unlikely smile at each other, and Ara's expression is enough to lift Leo's spirits in a way no amount of good fortune could.
"We'll see about that." The boy winks at her before leaving the Mess Hall. "Let me get my collection of grenades and I'll meet you guys on deck!"
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ggreactionsandscenarios · 2 years ago
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insomnias are starving for content lately! or maybe its just me lol. anyways, when you have time ofc can you write dreamcatcher yoohyeon x reader (8th member) soulmate AU where you get the same bruises as your soulmate. Reader, who's soulmate is very clumsy cuz she keeps getting bruises from nowhere, gets added to dreamcatcher. yoohyeon instantly falls for her so she becomes even more clumsy in front of her, making them finally understand they're each others soulmate? sorry if this is confusing :))
Yoohyeon x Reader
Clumsy soulmates
You walked towards the practice room the guy at the front desk directed you to. Feeling determined to show a good first impression to your now members.
You were the lucky trainee that got themselves added to the already existing and amazing girl group Dreamcatcher.
You were pretty confident because you knew the girls had a say in your addition to the group.
They saw what you were capable of and were satisfied, which was already a great accomplishment in itself.
As much as all those thoughts should have made knocking on that door easier, turned out it did not. You were frozen in place trying to cheer yourself up.
"Come on Y/N, you're going to have to see them at some point might aswell be today."
You held your breath and knocked.
Jiu opened the door, while trying to maintain the calm in the room.
"Guys, silence please there's someone at the door."
She then turned to you, giving you her brightest smile.
"Hi."
You kept yourself from getting silent because of how hard you were fangirling.
"Hi, I'm Y/N."
You really hoped Jiu knew who you were because you didn't know if you would be able to say anything else.
You heard some rumming around behind Jiu and your name being repeated a few times. Then suddenly Yoohyeon popped her head from the back trying to get a better look at you.
As she was jumping to see past Jiu your eyes locked before she fell miserably on the floor.
"Oh my god, is she okay ?"
Jiu turned just enough to see it was Yoohyeon.
"Oh don't worry you'll get used to it, anyway welcome in Dreamcatcher Y/N."
And with that she let you in.
Without really realising what you were doing you rushed to Yoohyeon side to make sure she was okay, the fall seemed kind of rough.
"Hey, are you okay there ?"
She was still on the floor, she learned the hard way that sometimes it's better to stay put for a minute before getting up after a fall.
"Yeah don't worry, I kind of hit my arm but it's okay."
You nodded silently, waiting for her to be ready to help her get up. After a few minutes she was and held your arm for leverage.
Once she was safe and steady, she noticed you had a slight bruise over your arm and brushed her thumb over it.
"Clumsy too ?"
"Oh i didn't notice, well maybe I am."
You both laughed at that.
You were very aware that you weren't alone in the room so you forced yourself not to keep staring at your bias. It was hard.
You got yourself engage in a conversation with everybody but you did stole a few glances towards her.
Somehow during that same conversation Yoohyeon proceeded to hurt herself not less than three times more.
She tripped on her own foot, two times and almost fell when she tied her shoe. Luckily that last time you grabbed her before she could fell but she did bite her tongue because of the shock.
And that's before practice even restarted..
While dancing it got worse, at first it was okay but as soon as you got added to the dance it started going downhill.
She fell multiple times, stepped on a few toes and smashed her head a couple of times against Siyeon, luckily the later has a strong skull.
"Are you doing it on purpose today ? You're extra clumsy."
Sua complained, caressing Siyeon's head which got smashed one more time.
"Of course not, I'm sorry guys."
Yoohyeon was ashamed she sat on the other side of the room, her head hanging low.
You decided to go comfort her.
"You shouldn't get close Y/N I keep hurting people today."
You sat right next to her.
"I'm not afraid, I probably tweeted 'Step on me Yoohyeon' back in my fangirl era. At that point it's just manifesting."
She laughed at your confession, you should be embarrassed but you were just happy to have lightened the mood.
"Fangirl era ? Is that so ? And when was that exactly ?"
You looked at her, faking thinking about it.
"Yesterday ?"
You joked and were happy to see her smile, she had loosened her grip around her knees. Probably feeling more relax than earlier.
You just sat there in silence listening to her laugh until she took a solid look at you.
"Oh my god what happened to your head ?"
You looked at her bewildered, not knowing what she was talking about.
"Did I bump into you too ? I don't remember."
She was inspecting your scalp and you did feel the stings of a bruise growing there.
"You didn't.."
You were starting to understand what that could mean while Yoohyeon was still clueless.
You took a look at her arms and legs comparing them to yours, your suspicions got stronger when you saw that her head had actually grow bigger on the same side as yours.
"Yoohyeon?"
"Hmm ?"
She was busy looking at your head.
"Yoohyeon look at me."
She looked at you, her eyebrows furrowed.
Without saying a thing you pointed out all the bruises you had in common. But it wasn't enough for her to realise what you were implying.
"We're both covered in bruises so what ?"
You sigh, you didn't want to have to say it.
"Did you see me fall today, or bump into someone ?"
"I don't know maybe ? To be honest I was more often on the floor than anything today."
"I didn't because I'm not a clumsy person Yoohyeon which means that me having the exact same bruises as you can only mean one thing."
You saw how her eyes widened.
"We're soulmates."
You both look at each other in shock before turning your heads away blushing like high-school girls.
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blushblushbear · 2 years ago
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Hi there! Can I have some headcanons about how Volks, Anon and Scale would react when they realize they have a crush on someone? And how do you think they would confess pls?
Volks
okay so legit I think Volks either doesn't noticed or will not admit to himself that he has a crush
for like
a while
like a while while
somewhere in his dumb little head he's like 'wow, I can't stop thinking about them.... that must mean they're my mortal enemy and my brain is still stuck on how to defeat them'
I legit think he's probably not had too too many good exchanges with people in the past (see my Volks headcanons but short version everyone always wants something from him)
so he legit doesn't understand what he's feeling
I think the realization hits him when it's beyond clear to everyone else that he's completely in love
and it kinda comes out of nowhere from him
like you're talking about something and you just laugh and he realizes, 'oh.'
I think he stops listening at that point cause he's surprised how he never noticed before
and he realizes it isn't out of nowhere, it's been there for a long time
you'd think he'd be upset about it or something but I actually think he's pretty warm and soft about it
at least to himself
when you ask him what's up he gets embarrassed and dodges an accusations that he's acting funny
He's actually pretty nervous and flustered about the whole thing
I actually think he confesses at the end of that day
He's walking you home and just outside your door he kind of just stops and stares
it's a mix of anxious and excited on his face, and he clearly has something he wants to say but he's trying to figure out how to say it
you ask him what's up and he just looks you straight in the eye and says 'I love you.' with no holding back. no restraint. he's the surest he's ever been about anything.
I think the thing that surprises him the most over all is how much he likes being in love
He's not sure if that's normal or if it's cause it's you
Anon
oh boy Anon
won't lie he's a little 'oh shit.' when he realizes
I think it takes him about a month
maybe just short of that
once he realizes he accepts it pretty quickly and starts making a plan of attack
he can't afford to screw this up, so he needs to play it out perfectly
(at least so he thinks, dork lol)
like how Anon approaches anything, it's time to do some hard research
More so than what he was already doing unconsciously (looking back, he's kind of mad at himself for not realizing he was going all doki eye'd sooner)
he's researching and planning for about a week and a half, until, finally-- he has the perfect plan
step one is to ask you out in a cute but casual way
very Meet Cute but without the meeting part since you two already know each other (so just cute???)
step two; gank you with the perfect date (which he planned out using his week of research)
If all goes well, he's going to end the evening by asking you if you wanna make this duo permanent
Scale
UGH
Scale
This fucking drama queen
this angst lord
this brood dude with an extra attitude
Scale realizes his feelings pretty quickly and he is in TURMOIL about it
lots of 'alas poor me, I could never tell them how I feel, I could never bring them into such a dangerous world as mine. no, I must walk this path alone'
and on god that shit goes on for like a month
until after a while he notices how well you are surviving just being his friend so he figures, what the hell, let the seduction begin!
(not to mention he was doing a shitty job at keeping away from you anyways and the thought of having to watch from the shadows as you have a passionate romance with someone else kind of pushed his hand more than he will ever admit)
as for how he'd confess--
I think he tries some very cool and daring things that ultimately end up failing
each time he is SURE he's go the perfect act of assassin radness that will practically have YOU confessing to HIM
but every time he gets too nervous and fucks it all up in the end
he is REALLY not used to being this flustered or nervous
after one too many failed attempts he starts getting really pouty
you ask him what's up and he flat out says 'I've been trying to confess my crush to you in a really cool way, but I keep messing everything up!' without realizing that that was basically a confession right there
it actually takes him a beat to realize what he's said
and then he goes into panic mode
'FORGET WHAT I SAID YOU HEARD NOTHING OKAY BYE!' smoke bomb, gone
he attempts to avoid you but is actually finding it really difficult since you always seem to be able to find him
he'd be more upset about it if this wasn't the exact kind of thing that made him fall for you in the first place
he gets a little swoony at the idea that he can never really hide from you is cause you know him so well
when you eventually do catch up with him you tell him that you like him too
which he gets SUUUUUPER flustered at cause 'Hey! I WANTED TO CONFESS FIRST!'
you laugh, calm him down, take back your confession and then let him confess (first)
and then you confess right back and all is well and you smooch your ninja boyfriend
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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago
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Fics With Titles That Start With T (2) Masterlist
part one
Take a Picture (It'll Last Longer) (ao3) - phantasticworks
Summary: Dan and Phil meet at 2 a.m. in a coffee shop. Phil is a photographer looking for a model, and Dan can't say no to pretty boys.
Take it Slow (ao3) - Emejig16
Summary: A fluffy and smutty oneshot about Dan and Phil’s first time.
Take Off (ao3) - bexcj
Summary: Phil is a flight attendant and he watches the same passenger for years.
Terrifying Truths And Drunken Dares (ao3) - thejigsawtimess
Summary: It's late, they're both drunk, but there's vodka and each other, and hey - you know what sounds great? Truth or frickin dare.
Thank God we're home (ao3) - Shambelina
Summary: Dan and Phil return from touring and they have sex. That's it, that's the plot.
Thank You - dxnhowell
Summary: Dan is homeless and living in this massive abandoned house but then Phil and his family come along to renovate it and they're both like ‘um what are you doing here’ and then they become friends.
That Wasn't In A Plan, Was It? (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze
Summary: When Dan and Phil are set to be partners in school project things start to happen. They slowly itch closer but will their past let them stay together?
The Fake Boyfriend - dxnhowell
Summary: Phil is at a party when he’s dared to ask Dan Howell out. Phil doesn’t want to do the dare but he has no choice, so instead, he asks Dan to be his fake boyfriend.
theia mania (ao3) - hamartiawrites
Summary: Valentines' Day is coming up, and there are two teachers that the school wants to see together more than anything.
The Dragon Tamer - venusgfs
Summary: Dan Howell is the last dragon tamer alive and a well known mercenary to the Ten Islands, hired to kill Price Phil Lester of the Island Allister.
The Laundry Fic - elliesfics
Summary: So we all know from Dan’s latest video that he spent his early years of Uni travelling down to Phil’s flat to do ‘laundry’. Here’s that fic.
The Odyssey - dansphlevels
Summary: High school au where Phil is bullied for being gay and Dan thinks he should have just stayed in the closet. But it just so happens Phil has a big family and can't get any studying done, and Dan’s house is the perfect place to study.
The Way I Always Do - cafephan
Summary: In which Phil is a famous musician, and Dan struggles to keep up.
Theater Boys - dansleftboob
Summary:  Dan gets accepted into an acting academy in Scotland where he meets Phil. Dan’s parents aren’t very supportive of him, as they want him to become a lawyer and eventually force him to quit and go to law school. However, before Dan can break the news to Phil, Phil tells him he has feelings for him.
They'll Tear Us Apart If You Give Them the Chance (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Dan and Phil are both princes and they've been taught to hate each other their whole lives. They meet in a forest.
Things We Left Behind (ao3) - blueberryphancakes
Summary: It wasn’t that you expected to live with him forever; you simply forgot that ‘not forever’ meant ‘someday it will end.’
Third Degree (ao3) - sierraadeux
Summary: Dan sets fires. Phil puts them out.
This is my Boyfriend (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: My parents are extremely homophobic and they're visiting, so can you pretend to be my boyfriend as an extra "fuck you"?
thought of you often (ao3) - jestbee
Summary: On Daniel's twenty first birthday, a man walks into his banquet hall that he hasn't seen in years.
Threw a penny on the pavement (ao3) - lovestillaround
Summary: he would lock himself in his room for days
Tire Me Out - darling-phil
Summary: After watching a horror film, Dan struggles to fall asleep. Phil is there to offer his help in a rather unorthodox way...
Time's Tide (ao3) - intoapuddle
Summary: All men have secrets, and Phil won't let his own be known. But even in 1984's Manchester there is another person that understands.
to the moon and back - marunette
Summary: AU where Phil is an astronomer and Dan is an astronaut.
Tonight, Tonight (ao3) - transdimensional_void
Summary: Goth!Dan has secrets, nerd!Phil has questions, and they both just want to have sex.
too loud in public (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp
Summary: dan is too busy snogging a cute stranger named phil in a closet at a university party to realize the cops are about to break it up
Took You Long Enough - jilliancares
Summary: Dan keeps stealing Phil’s clothes and Phil doesn’t say anything because they look cute on Dan.
Tumble Into His Arms (ao3) - nebulous_frog
Summary: Dan is a swing dancing instructor that teaches a confused and clumsy Phil how to dance. Cue tripping and falling, flirting, and some teasing from some friends.
Turn and Face the Strange (ao3) - TortiTabby
Summary: Kathryn Lester starts to feel a change in her youngest towards the end of 2009.
turn this house into a home (ao3) - possumdnp
Summary: A 2009-centric fic about starting to find pride in your identity for the first time, and finding family who helps you do that (even if it’s not the family you were born into)
two red strings (ao3) - watergator
Summary: phil just wants a lazy sunday
(based off dan's hoodie story)
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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years ago
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Steve switches laundry detergents and Eddie is allergic to the new one
I've wanted to try my hand at some camp counselor steddie for the past few weeks, so I thought this prompt might be a good one to do it with, since it's got a pretty plausible reason for the change.
To go with this, background (because who am I without writing a complicated response to a prompt): Eddie and Nancy practically run the camp, they've been going there since they were five, and are both now twenty. Chrissy, Jonathan and Argyle have also been going for a while. Eddie is really close with Chrissy and with Nancy. Steve and Robin are new this year. Because Steve is a new counselor, he's over 'The Secret Base' cabin, which is what Will, Lucas, Dustin and Mike have claimed for 8 years together. Normally Eddie is over them, but has been given more responsibility this year, so Steve is stepping in and Eddie will be helping him if needed, as well as rooming with him in the small attached room.
Also I do realize that even though this is a Steve prompt, it technically affects everyone around Eddie. But we're going to ignore that. Enjoy!
XXX
After four days at camp, Eddie and Nancy round up all of the laundry from the cabins, splitting it into girl counselors, guy counselors, and the rest going by each cabin. The twenty year old keeps all of his things separate, just like all other fifteen years, his sensitive skin only allowing for a specific detergent that he brings himself.
As they carry bags up to the main building, Nancy makes an offhand comment about a new detergent they're trying out, but that they might switch back since their old one is cheaper. Eddie doesn't think much of it, nodding and watching as a few kids run around the large green field in the middle of the camp area. They dump half of all the boys cabins' clothes into the large, industrial washer, Nancy puts the detergent in and then they both sigh from the trek.
Nose itching slightly, the camp manager rubs at it with his wrist, sniffling. When the feeling doesn't let up, Eddie brings the neck of his shirt up and over his face, turning away from the woman next to him.
"ihgxt! hih'nGKkt! God, s-sohhry- ih'gkKT'uh!"
"Bless you," Nancy offers with a smile, and Eddie nods in thanks before stretching.
"Alright, let's go start on breakfast, shall we?"
By that night, everyone's clothing is done washing. The kids are lined up getting their clothing from Argyle and Jonathan, and Eddie's walking with Steve back to their cabin to put their own stuff away. Eddie's carrying both his and Steve's clothes so Steve can carry the other boys clothing, which they'd so graciously grabbed to allow the four to work on some campaign they're planning.
"h'KGX'uh! ih'NXt'uh! hih'GXTtuh! Sorry," Eddie sniffles into his wrist, turning back around after having snapped his face into his arm and twisting to avoid sneezing on Steve.
"It's fine dude. So...I know we all went out to the lake last night, is that a common occurrence?" Steve's curiosity makes Eddie laugh.
"Yeah, usually. Sometimes not all of us go, but you can always find Argyle and Jonathan up there since they've got the oldest of the kids. Usually don't have to worry about them waking up with nightmares or having peed their bunks or anything," Eddie chuckles, scrunching his nose up.
Steve nods, looking happy to have that time without kids. Eddie watches him walk into the cabin and feels his heart flutter a bit. God he's so fucked.
Three hours later, Lucas, Will, Dustin and Mike are all in their respective top bunks, laughing and throwing things at each other. It's past 10, which usually means lights out, but Eddie and Steve are still working on getting ready to go to bed, so the kids get some extra time. Shivering, Eddie huffs and looks through his bag, groaning when he can't seem to find his usual black sweatshirt. He's always been cold natured, and with the fan going, fixed right in the middle of the tiny room he and Steve are sleeping in, he's extra cold.
"What's up?" Steve asks, stretching as he sits on his bed, looking soft and sleepy. Eddie smiles at him, but then he rolls his eyes when he remembers why he's annoyed.
"Can't find my sweatshirt," the twenty year old grumbles, kicking his bag back under his own bed opposite of Steve's.
"Oh, here, hold on."
As Steve rummages through his own bag, Eddie pulls his hair up into a messy bun and looks over the list of things he has set for his early morning. When he's halfway through, something hits him in the face. Looking down, he sees a bright green sweatshirt with 'Harrington, 28' on the back in bold, white font.
"You can use mine till you find yours. I bet someone else just accidentally grabbed it from the laundry," Steve assures.
"Oh, thanks Stevie, for letting me wear your jacket. I bet it's a honor, I'll make all the girls jealous," he jokes, tugging it on.
As soon as he does, a slightly floral scent washes over him. It's almost nice, until it starts making his nose itch. He's never been allergic to much, mostly just cats and dust, never anything like flowers, but he guesses this is what it must feel like. Sniffling, he reaches frantically for his bandana that's tossed onto the small bedside table.
"ihh'KGt! ihdjTCH! huh'IHGTtschh'uhew!"
Bandana pressed tightly to his nose, his eyes flutter again.
"hihKTCH'uhew! ihgkch'ew! F-Fuhhking hell...ihnktch'uh! huh'IHKksh'uhEW! God damn it!"
Steve is watching, wide eyed, as Eddie rubs his nose and sniffles, head suddenly packed with congestion. Rubbing his right eye, the guitarist turns back to Steve, snuffling.
"D-Do you wear cologne or s-" Eddie stops mid sentence, nostrils flaring. He rubs at them with his knuckles, and then he groans again. "Fuck! The...shit, the detergent..." he grumbles, coughing a little. Yanking Steve's jacket off, he throws it back at him. His arms have little red dots appearing randomly.
"Dude!"
"I'm gonna kill Nancy."
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kazemi-archive · 2 years ago
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hi kaze!!! i would LOVE to hear about your self ships if you’d like to share them!
okay okay i don't want to completely rant off about them yet, but!! since i'm unapologetically obsessed with my hq boys lets talk about my top three and how i think we would meet!
Miya Osamu
I think that Osamu definitely meets me on a really bad day for me. Firmly believe that the first time he sees me I've finally got food after a bad day and I drop it, just outside of his shop. And the food looks so good inside this shop that I've never really paid attention to before no matter how many times I've walked past it. But I don't have a ton of money left so I wander in and I'm hoping to find something relatively cheap, just enough to tie me over for the night. And this cashier is so nice to me and gives suggestions and then excuses himself to get some food for me and there's definitely more than I ordered in the bag and I worry that there's been a mistake and tell him I don't have the money to pay for it all but he's just shushing me and assuring me its on the house. And oh my god is a cashier allowed to say that won't you get in trouble with your boss?! and boy am I embarrassed when he tells me he is in fact the owner so its okay. and-cute and successful? maybe today isn't so terrible. and definitely not awful when he gives me a sweet smile and tells me to come again anytime.
Suna Rintarou
I definitely hate Suna when I first meet him. He hates me too. We're different but the same all at once. We meet in a class or at a college job first, then realize we have friends in common. Much to our dismay. We are constantly bickering. Get off on getting under each other's skin. Literally we can't be left alone or our friends are afraid they might come back to one of us dead. But we get do accidentally get left alone once and an argument ends with me pinned against the wall in a kiss, both of us whispering I hate you every time we part for a breath. We never stop arguing, definitely don't admit to our feelings for forever, doing this stupid dance around each other. People start to notice that our bickering gets worse, but that we talk every day, that we'll unknowingly get defensive of the other when they aren't there. We definitely are the definition of "thin line between love and hate."
Tendou Satori
I think I meet Tendou in France. I've always wanted to go there, I don't know a lot of French but I know a little bit and I want to learn more. So I think I finally indulge myself and take a trip. And I've mentioned it but I really mean that I have a terrible sweet tooth-like the bag of lollipops I hide in my room that disappears way too quickly can speak to this-so I'll be damned if I visit somewhere and don't end up in a sweets shop at least once. I just happen to choose Tendou's. He watches as I struggle over my French and instead of just fully switching to English for me, he helps me remember the words in French that I'm looking for. He's so sweet but teasing at the same time and slips me extra sweets. I come back multiple times on my trip and he starts to have bags of sweets ready for me, slipping in whatever he's made new telling me that he's got a surprise for me in there. We go out after he closes one night and he takes me to some of his favorite spots and just smiles at me as I look around in amazement at everything. I do have to go home eventually but I don't do so without his number in my phone. International phone calls are expensive but they're worth it-especially when the next time we see each other he's surprise visiting me so I can show him around.
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meryamthebadassbitch · 3 years ago
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𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘬 || 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳
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"Do you have one of the Parasites like your dad used to have?" asked Mrs. Chen the girl who paid for the snacks, eyes wide she shook her head in disagreement before stepping out of the store
PARASITE?!
"it's not my fault, dad used to call you that man just don't kill her she can give us a lot of free food you know and you can have extra brains when they always rob her poor store?" "Fine, we'll let it slide" "what do you wanna do?" "We can do whatever WE want" chuckling slightly she nodded making her way upstairs to the rooftop, sitting at the edge with venom beside her they both ate the Pack of chocolate in silence, sure, she was terrified finding out about a symbiote living inside her body just like her father after protecting herself from some scientist, but for these past years she got used to it and they were more like best friends and if something happened to Venom it's like happening to her.
𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-
Making her way toward the bathroom, attempting to hide from those Men but a voice inside her head made her scream in fear, hiding inside one of the stalls she stared into nothing but emptiness staying quiet as if a serial killer was following her, shaking in fear she tried not to sob out loud by putting her hand on her mouth a drop of a tear falling to the ground as the 10-year-old girl cried in silence with her hands still shaking, the sound of the bathroom stalls being slammed open made her heart stop beating as she started praying for her life, she was going to die that's for sure.
The next thing she knew was the lock breaking and her being pulled harshly by 2 men, screaming in fear she tried biting their hands off but the guns aimed in her head was worse, in a blink of an eye black tentacles came out of her arms and stabbed both of them in the heart, a pool of blood surrounded her as she watched in fear at what she has just done, she just killed two men trying to kidnap her, blood on her white shoes and arms as she tried to open the door and make her way out of this hell hole, but it was the same thing instead this time a group pointed their guns at her as she looked around in search of a place to run away, giving up she sat on the ground putting her hands in the air as told letting the 'police' handcuff her, she's just a 10-year-old girl what possibly could she do?
"mom! please I am begging you to tell them to let me go, we were supposed to be having a girls' night! I promise I didn't kill those men something came out of my arm and-" she couldn't finish her words, Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks as she begged her mother for help with a high pitched voice, Anne on the other side stared at her with a guilty look before shaking her head, staring at her in disbelieve she was brutally pulled by the handcuffs away giving her mother one last look.
Did she stay in an Asylum for 8 years without seeing her 'mother' and outside? yes sadly she did, did she get out of the asylum once? no, she never did and that was driving her crazy she was the only one in here and everyone was afraid of her, this place wasn't like any other asylum they brought people with superpowers here, like Eleven from stranger things except Mery didn't have Telekinesis she had Venom.
Sitting in the chair defeatless with an emotionless look on her face, her hands tied to the table, as always, she stared at Anne straight in her eyes "Mery-" "hey doctor, can you please open these handcuffs and let me go back to my room before I do something?" she finally said looking straight into the camera about to transform into the big giant monster when a syringe was on her neck preventing her from doing so, 'how dare she says my nickname' she thought looking straight into her eyes after 8 years of not seeing each other how would you feel and how can she still manage to say her nickname, especially when your own mother is the reason you're looked in here "I Hate you and you don't deserve to be called a mother!" she yelled out struggling from their grip, black tentacles came out of her back as she grabbed every single scientist killing them with no mercy, "Venom, let's get the hell out of here" her voice deadly as she spoke "Copy, you're the boss" just as Anne described she looked just like her father, huge teeth, white eyes, and a long tongue.
𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-
"Don't open that door"
"Bitch, Don't order me to do something because you will die waiting?" she said with the usual level of sarcasm before taking off her apron making her way toward the door, what was shitty about this house was it didn't have a peephole, rolling her eyes she opened the door staring at the group in front of her "May I help you?" asked the girl in confusion to why the Avengers are in front of her apartment with a raised eyebrow the Black haired girl was about to close the door when black widow finally said a word after 10 seconds of silence "we need to talk to you?" "Listen, I don't have time to deal with superhero shit I've had enough" "please?" sighing she pushed the door fully letting them in sitting on the couch in front of them with her legs crossed "what?" "Can you introduce us to who you were talking to?" asked Captain America looking at her, raising her eyebrows once again, it was a habit sometimes she bites her nails "were you listening to us the whole time?" "no-" "Jesus, y'all are so famous and busy with superhero shit to the point where you don't understand a joke, Venom can you come out please?" annoyed, a black face appeared beside hers, that was the Parasite living inside her body?
"don't touch it, everyone this is Venom my best buddy and a parasite living inside my body, Her favorite food is brains and chocolate and we both kill robbers every day" putting a fake smile on her face she could see the look on their eyes, Bruce wanting to touch it so badly but stopped when Meryam sent him a look of disagreement, "alright this it, you guys can go, it was lovely meeting you, y'all are awesome superheroes and bye-bye!" "would you like to come with us we need your help, please?" asked Thor holding his hammer, glancing at Venom they both nodded at the same time, they were partners in crime anyways.
"We will but I'm coming alone, see ya at the Tower!" smiling she slammed the door shut
"Can you imagine Thor the god of thunder asking me to come with them, that is awesome right?" "not as awesome as us" nodding with a grin she grabbed her pocket knife charging the gun just in case tying her hair into a bun, putting on the mask Meryam grabbed the bag making her way out of the room.
"Hey miss Chen came to have some supplies?" stated the girl making her way toward the snack session she was probably the only customer here, the threatening sound of another robber echoed around the store as he pointed his gun at the poor woman, "That guy?" "yes bestie, free food for you tonight?" she said making her way toward the man, grabbing his wrist she punched him straight in the jaw, "Mask!" in a blink of an eye the same monster Mrs. Chen saw a long time ago was in front of her expect it was a woman, and that woman was Eddie Brock's daughter, Biting his head off she paid for the snacks before making her way out "night, thanks for the free snack!"
(venom ate the man, duh)
"This walk is boring!" "I know but we're almost there don't worry" "I Miss the Loser" "yeah, same he was the best dad" "and best Host, you both are the best" "aw thanks Venom you're the best too" a soft smile rose on her lips, The world was a better place when she smiled to Venom and he promised to Eddie he would keep her safe, thank god, she had her earphones on so people wouldn't call her crazy for talking by herself, "Jesus how many floors in this Tower?" "93"
"Excuse me is Tony Stark here, he said I can meet him here?" politely asking the blonde woman who was holding a little girl in her hand she took off her mask not to scare her, they didn't seem to recognize her right? "She's probably his wife" the voice of the symbiote echoed around her head as she nodded, "oh yes you must be Meryam, you seem kinda Familiar?" the blonde woman asked her, her heart stopped beating as soon as she said the last words, "o-oh really, who?" "oh never mind, you're so pretty by the way, I should probably go take Morgan to sleep Tony is having a meeting with the rest and they're waiting for you" "Yeah thank you?" "Pepper call me Pepper dear" nodding she waved at the little girl who had a cute smile on her face before making her way to where Pepper pointed
"Hey Old man, you wanted to meet us?" the same sound they heard 30 minutes ago echoed around the room earning their attention, chuckling at how startled they looked Meryam tried to hold her laugh while Venom was grinning evilly on the other side, "Ahh miss Brock come in" "it's Meryam, Anthony" okay that surely got him annoyed she could see how he rolled his eyes, sitting down on one of the chairs she looked around greeting the rest with a straight look.
"Tell us more about yourself?" not wanting to tell them her whole story, she shook her head with an emotionless look on her face "there's nothing more to know about me, I lived 13 years alone that's it, my life is useless anyways I only have Venom and kill robbers nothing more interesting?" one thing they learned about her was how fast she changed her emotions, 5 seconds ago she was trying not to laugh and now a deadpan look on her face. Pietro didn't trust her, not even a single bit and that was why a glare was attached to his stupid face
"So Meryam we're going to be on a mission for these past days and since you have nothing to do, you're going to catch the robbers around the city and take Morgan to school" tearing her gaze away from Pietro who was still glaring she blinked slightly trying to process what he just said, "excuse me, am I getting paid for that?" "yes" "fine, I'll do it, and will you stop glaring at me like I am some target?" her Black eyes met his as she spoke with gritted teeth's, anger rushing through her body Wanda slapping his shoulder before apologizing to her "I am so sorry Meryam-" "it's alright Wanda don't apologize in his place, he just needs to stop and do it all by himself if he's a true man, good night everyone" with that she made her way out of the place trying to calm her nerves down
Anger Issues
"Ohh she got you good" Teased Sam the twin who was still fuming in anger, rage thrummed through his veins as he swallowed down his frustration sending him a harsh look, "shut up birdy" with that he was out of sight just before Clint could say something
"oh these two are not going to be friends or work together, it's probably something worse"
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lunapwrites · 3 years ago
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
OK, I am going to try really really hard to both describe where I was coming from with these/why they're my favorites and to be as objective as I can about them so I don't walk my self-hype back at all hahaha. (This is also going in my drafts until RL Fest reveals are up so if this comes out super late, that was why!!)
Louder Than Love - WIP. Rated E, Remus/Sirius/Tonks. It's effectively an OotP rewrite in which Remus locates his backbone and tells Dumbledore he can fuck right off with his werewolf missions, he is staying at Number 12 to keep Sirius from falling apart (which goes swimmingly as you might expect.) This started out as basically just me poking at a headcanon a bit -- because I legitimately feel that Remus and Sirius need a third to sort of redirect their respective intensities, and now I'm just kinda having fun with it. Somehow this is now also touching on social justice, government corruption, ethics, addiction issues, gender identity and sexuality (without hitting anyone in the face with it, I think) and parenting as navigated by a couple of fucked up adults who find themselves in charge of a whole ass traumatized teenager. It is my baby, and I'm looking forward to getting to post for it again (the last few months have been HELL.)
three knocks upon the door - Rated E, Lily/Tonks. This is a dark!AU, and my first ever casefic/mystery/thriller whatever you wanna call it. It's also my first ever WLW fic. This ended up coming about because I was assigned a bunch of characters and tropes randomly and I shied away from Snily so hard that this was the result lmao. I am immensely pleased with how it came out. This Lily radiates big dick energy. Tonks shares the family trait of obsessive tendencies and leans right the fuck into it. I included Murderhusbands!Wolfstar with no scruples. Oliver Wood is here and he is The Best Boy. There are power dynamics in the professional and personal spheres. There is a crazy rhythm to this one and I highly suggest also vibing to the playlist because it's one of my favorites that I've made. Anyway, I had a ton of fun writing this fic. The only limit I set myself was on my word count (per the fest) and it SHOWS. XD
Numb (Phobos I) - Rated M, Gen (background Wolfstar mention.) Part of my Satellites series, which all have secondary titles after specific moons which are REALLY meta for the story. Phobos is one of the moons of Mars, and is named after the Greek god of fear -- specifically fear during battle. This was an AU one-shot of what might have happened if Remus got brought to Malfoy Manor instead of the Trio, and faced off against Peter. Writing their dynamic was something I really wanted to try doing because I am firmly in camp "Peter Was Really Their Friend" BUT I also can't look past what he did, and I don't think Remus would either. I wanted to write petty, spiteful little bastard Remus and this Peter who knew him, right down to his bones. I wanted there to be chemistry, and I wanted there to be baggage and delicious, well-earned vengeance and I think I hit the mark.
Applied Theory - WIP. Rated M, Remus/Sirius. The Wolfstar Academia AU! French Sirius and Welsh Remus sniping at each other via academic papers and all the pettiness that entails haha. Honestly this has just been so fun to work on in those moments when I need something light to write to counteract LTL's heavier stuff. The banter is pretty great, and considering that this is basically being chaos-posted without even being edited, I'm honestly impressed with it? Especially with like. The fact that I decided to be COMPLETELY EXTRA and actually cite things in Chicago style and write full-on French dialogue for Sirius and Regulus haha. It's cool it's fine we're doing GREAT over here. Anyway this is just good, ridiculous fun, and I need to get more of it out for y'all soon.
Ouroboros - Rated T, Gen with a strong background Wolfstar. Get in, bitches, we're going to therapy. This fic started as me wanting to write some sort of reconciliation between Remus and Lyall, and then life (or rather death) happened offline on my end. So instead of a story about hard-earned reconciliation and forgiveness between a parent and their child, I wrote about uh... not doing that. And making it okay. And I'm ultimately a hell of a lot happier with it for that. Heavily angsty, and a "canon"-divergence from LTL in which Dora never got involved (but the story fills in more parts from Chapter 12, specifically.)
Thank you for the tag! I have many others I want to pass this to as well but because I'm posting this so late/delayed I feel like y'all will have already done it, sooooo if we're mutuals and I didn't tag you and you wanna do this feel free to consider this your blanket tag because I appreciate you but also I have anxiety! XD
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lacharcutiere · 3 years ago
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part eight of i’m gone i’m gone i’m gone miniseries. you can only put these things off for so long.
JST: japanese standard time (GMT +9). EST: eastern standard time (GMT -5). EDT: eastern daylight time (GMT -4).
tings // fluff, a little bit of angst, kinda suggestive at the end ?? // i swear this søng is abøut eating øut my best friend's pussy - cøzybøy // dm, ask or comment to be added to taglist ! minors dni.
☾𓆙𓂻
— JAPAN, SUMMER 2024.
the summer passes like this: you and daichi laughing too loudly in busy restaurants and train cars; having arms around each other in the back of taxis on the way home from clubs; making instant udon at three a.m.; walking up and down the neighborhood a hundred times; laying silently side by side and not needing to say anything. it's a routine, it's familiar—it's home.
a couple weeks before you're set to head back to new york, daichi asks you a question as you lay next to him on a blanket in your driveway, staring up at the stars.
"have you decided what your plans are after college?"
"i'm gonna come back here."
"i thought you wanted to go to grad school? you can do way better in the states, especially with a degree from columbia."
you roll onto your side so you can look at him better. "i know. but i've been away too long already. i miss you."
he gives you a little smile. "but i'm right here."
"right here is pretty fucking far from america."
"hm."
"hm."
that's the end of the conversation.
— 2 AUGUST 2024. 23:09 JST.
everything happens the exact same way it has for the past three years: he takes you to the airport. you try hard not to cry; you say your goodbyes. check-in, security, buy some candy to eat at the gate. board the plane. sixteen hours later, you're in america.
one thing was different, though.
when he said goodbye, his lips touched yours.
you don't stop thinking about it for weeks.
☾𓆙𓂻
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— AUGUST TO NOVEMBER 2024.
slightly relieving is the fact that amid thesis writing and too many classes and working an internship under one of your professors (that one's nice, it even earns you enough to get a small apartment a few blocks from campus), there proves to be little time to be spent missing daichi.
you finesse your schedule to fit weekly facetimes on friday evenings (new york time) and shoot random texts back and forth about your day between classes and during meals, and without much space for anything else, it's enough. good things are worth waiting for, anyway.
— DECEMBER 2024.
but then winter sem break rolls around and there's no school so it's back to having too much lonely alone time with your thoughts. you write daichi a christmas card and drop it off at the post office. it's early this year, but oh, well.
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☾𓆙𓂻
a week before christmas you receive a call from an unknown number. the phone speaker crackles when you accept the call.
“hello?”
“hey.” the voice on the other end is bright, smiley, accented. it’s tōru.
“tōru? what’s up?”
“i’m outside,” he says, “come down and meet me?”
you’re a little confused, but you decide to humor him. “uh, okay, give me a minute… do i need anything?”
“bring a coat, it’s cold out. i’ll be waiting down here.” the call ends.
a few minutes later you push through the doors of the building to be met with a brisk wind and tōru standing by a payphone, grinning.
“do you have your subway pass?”
you feel inside your pocket for it and nod.
“good,” he says. “come on, we’re in a hurry.”
“where are we going?”
“downtown.”
“ohhkay?”
he laughs. “‘s not anything you won’t like, promise.”
you follow him into the nearest subway entrance, lost in thought as you push through the barrier and step onto the train. it's only when he nudges you and says, "this is our stop," that you realize you've been looking at the ground the whole time.
tōru notices how absent you seem to be and asks, "are you okay?"
"i would be if i knew what was going on," you respond.
"yeah," he says, leading you up the stairs and into the terminal, "yeah, i think you will be."
you're in grand central. tōru asks if he can borrow your phone for a second. when he hands it back to you, he doesn't say anything, just takes you by the arm smiling widely and leads you into the fray of commuters that fill the station.
"tōru!" you groan, "can't you just tell me where we're going?"
"magnolia," he replies simply.
"we came all the way here just for coffee?"
"mhm."
"tōru!" he stops walking and turns back to you, trying and failing miserably to stop grinning for a second. "what the fuck?"
"come on," he says, "you'll like it."
"we've been here before! what's so special about—"
"you'll see."
☾𓆙𓂻
coffee in grand central is surprisingly good. it's also surprisingly expensive. ah, well, it's new york. new york has much more to offer than just overpriced cafés.
such as... this. such as a laughing man that leads a remarkably pissed-off looking girl by the arm, towards this stupidly good, stupidly overpriced café.
the pair are weaving through a stream of people, almost there, and then they're there, and the girl is looking much less agitated now. she looks somewhere between crying and wanting to run in the opposite direction. thank god, she chooses the former.
he loves you. so much.
☾𓆙𓂻
"daichi?" you mean it to be a scream but your voice cracks a little and it comes out airy.
he has the exact same look on his face that tōru's had this whole time. "hi."
"oh my god, what the fuck?"
"you said it was lonely, tōru told me maybe it would be nice for you to have a date for new year's, i had some extra money saved up. so i came."
"you— what?" you look back at tōru. "you planned this? just? last minute?"
"nah," daichi laughs, "no, i meant to come visit you for christmas a while ago. i already had tickets and everything, i was gonna tell you but then i got your card and figured it might be more fun if it were a surprise."
"oh my god." that's all you can think to say.
— CHRISTMAS 2024.
you can't even explain how good it feels to wake up and walk into the living room to find daichi asleep on your couch on christmas morning, how good it feels for it to not just be you. the whole time he's been here, though, you've forced yourself not to think about the fact that he's going back home in a week and a half, forced yourself not to do anything just yet. soon, though. just a few more months.
☾𓆙𓂻
when he wakes up, you're making coffee for the two of you.
"merry christmas," he says, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. he places a card on the counter in front of you. "open it."
its message is simple.
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you do as it says.
"i, uh, haven't gotten you anything yet, but—"
"daichi," you laugh, "it's okay. and um, i may have also not been able to get you anything. also because i didn't know you'd be here."
"wait, wait, i'm not finished."
"okay?"
"what do you want to do after you're done this year of school?"
"i already told you," you say, "i'll move back home."
"no, what do you want to do? you want to go to grad school, right? continue studying here?"
"no, i just want to stop waiting." you sigh, a little frustrated. "i don't wanna have to keep putting this off, it's been—"
he cuts you off. "i'll be here."
"huh?"
"i'll be here. or wherever."
"i don't get it?"
you've always loved the way daichi's nose scrunches up when he smiles. "you're the one planning on studying more, not me. not immediately, anyway. i'll go with you."
"daichi."
"what?"
"you're fucking joking."
he laughs; you look so confused right now. "i'm not. promise."
"i don't even—"
"hey."
"hm?"
"think you can handle long-distance for five months?"
"uh—" you inhale sharply. "yeah."
"good," he says, "then we don't have to keep putting this off."
it's been five months since you last let your lips touch his. it still feels just like the first time it happened.
— 31 DECEMBER, 2023. 19:36 EST.
he tries not to let you pay for dinner, but in the end, you slip the waiter your card while daichi's in the bathroom. it's his birthday; it's your treat.
and after dinner, there's that new year's eve party that tōru's been going on about. it feels good, so good, not to be there alone. it feels good to watch the broadcast from downtown and count the seconds to midnight as daichi's arms are wrapped around you from behind. the clock reaches zero; daichi kisses you hard. you're both drunk on champagne.
you watch him smile across the room at tōru, who's got his girl on his arm. the two of them look happy, too. everything is warm.
— DEPARTURE: 3 JANUARY 2025. 08:15 EST.
daichi's asleep next to you when the alarm on his phone goes off. you'll miss not waking up next to him for the next five months, but at least that's all it will be.
he makes faces at you in the mirror as you both brush your teeth; keeps trying to tug your sweater off when you get dressed. you spend these thirty minutes laughing with him until it hurts. the two of you take the subway back to grand central; make out in a corner of the terminal while he waits for his train to jfk international to arrive.
"see you in may."
— 21 JANUARY 2025.
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ushiwakaout · 4 years ago
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Can I ask Groom! Osamu miya x Bride! Reader fluff where it basically covers they're wedding? 🥰💞
yes 😭 i love wedding stuff
ima do nsfw under the cut bc freaky wedding shit is hot 💀
warnings: nsfw under the cut || 18+
keeping the tradition of not seeing the bride a day before/ day of the wedding, Osamu is really missing you because for the past 5 years y’all see each other every single day, every morning and every night prior.
so he call you and he’s drunk but he’s also crying
“baby, i can’t sleep, i want to see you but i don’t want any bad luck because i love you too much to lose you.”
he’s a big cry baby for sure when he’s drunk
Osamu makes Atsumu check up on you bc he knows you miss him a lot and Atsumu is his twin obviously
you: “Atsumu, what are you doing here?”
atsumu: “Lover boy made me check up on you, don’t fall in love with me now.”
you: “there’s a reason why i chose Osamu over you Atsumu... even if you look exactly alike.”
atsumu: “don’t be fucking rude sister in law.”
You’d probably have to kick atsumu out bc he just reminds u of osamu too much and u can’t hug or kiss him so you’re just moody
You go to sleep early bc you just want it to be your wedding day already
But the day of your wearing, you are really jittery and scared because you just want to see Osamu already. And thank god both of you decided to do a reveal beforehand. “Are you nervous?” Atsumu asked his twin. He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes covered by a black cloth “Of course I am. I’m marrying my soulmate, what do you think?” Atsumu shed a fake tear, “I thought I was your soulmate.” The bumped shoulders and shared a laugh. “She’s coming.” The brother noted as you where coming out of the hall and into the garden where Osamu was waiting for you. Atsumu helped his brother take your hand and patted his shoulder, “Hey hubby.” You chuckled, tighining your grip on his hands. “Can i look you you now?” He let out a nerveous laugh, acting a little jumpy. “I mean... if you want.” you joked as he took off his blindfold. He groaned the second he looked at you, “You gotta be shitting me.... You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped your cheeks and touched foreheads, “You are so fucking gorgeous, how did i get so lucky.” Osamu let out a sniffle. “No, don’t cry!!! You’re gonna make me cry!”
“How can i not cry!!! I’m getting married to my soulmate, and you look so fucking radiant... And i love you- so, so much.”
“Osamu, shut up, i don’t wanna cry.” Too late, you’re already crying and your makeup artist is quit to fix your makeup.
When walking down the isle, Osamu begins to tear up again. Atsumu is patting him on the back and i don’t think he could ever choose someone better for his baby brother.
And when it was time to kiss the bride, his former teammates and friends whistles and howled as he dipped you down under him.
While walking together down the isle, his grip tightened on your hand as he pulled you ear to his lips. “I guess you’re my wife now.” He made you chuckle, “I guess i am.”
At the venue, food from Onigiri Miya was served and other assortments. But as much as it was Osamu and your wedding, the best man (Atsumu ofc) had to stand and make a toast.
“Hello, hello. As all of you should know, i am Miya Atsumu, the older brother-”
“We’re twins.” “You’re twins!” Both you and Osamu yelled
The blonde twin rolled his eyes, “Well one of us popped out first, right? That was me, the more sexy, handsome and talented brother.... Anyways, let me start over. My brother ‘Samu is probably the luckiest man alive to have married such a wonderful girl. Y/n thank you for somehow falling in love with my brother and making him so utterly happy that it’s disgusting to be around him because all he talks about is you- his wife... His new soulmate- because like it or not, that was me at some point.” A bundle of laughter erode in the crowd of family and friends. “And dear brother,
The two of you looked at each other and laughed, shoving each others shoulders before raising a glass.
You ate, danced with your parents and noticed that Osamu wasn’t anywhere near. “Can i have all of you attention please.” You turned around to see your husband, standing with a mic in hand, his tie lose and a hand in his pocket. “Uh- Hi.... God i still get really nerveous looking at you.” He said, locking eyes with you. “Do you mid sitting down? Can someone get my, uh- my wife a chair please.” Atsumu came rushing with an extra chair and put the seat behind your knees and patted your head carefully not to ruin your hair. “Okay. How do I start this. Y/n, i love you. And i think i’ve always had. From the day you transfer to Yako Junior High, I still remember the way you kept giggling while trying to introduce yourself and i fell in love with that laugh, i can’t get enough of if... I also remember that you where the only one who could tell me and Atsumu apart. You told me that my eyes looked like smokey quarts while ‘Tsumus looked like tigers eye... and that made so much sense to you but to us- we thought you where weird.”
“What about now?” You cut him off, “And you’re still weird, but that what’s why i fell in love. You’re gentleness, when you taped my fingers after volleyball practice. The love you give my brother although hes the greater evil... You made my family your own and i’m so utterly and completely great full for you. If it weren’t for you, Onigiri Miya would be what it is now.... I would be who i am now if it weren’t for you... So thank you for rejecting me the first two years of me confessing and falling so deeply in love with me.”
The two of you, eyes full of tears meet half way when you run up to hug him. His hand on your lower back while you kissed him and the other caressing your cheek.
Through the night Osamu would caress your thigh because you’re dress had a slit up mid thigh. His hand would slide across your thigh to caress the warm inside of your skin. During the dance he drew circles on your lower back and slowly go down and back up again. While you where done, powdering your nose, Osamu had the great idea to follow you and lock the door behind him once he got inside. He stood behind you, creeping his fingers to be wrapped with yours. He nibbles on your neck, careful not to leave love bites. He pushes your chest on a nearby table while lifting up you’re dress as he got on his knees. Osamu kissed the folds of your pussy through the white lace underwear you wore. He set the cloth aside and licked your folds before leaving a sloppy kiss on your clit. His tongue roamed your wet cunt before pumping in his fingers in, to slide them out again and clean them with his mouth. Osamu palmed his cock over this pants as he stood to unzip them. “We’re married now, you won’t mind if I cum inside that tight pussy of yours, right?” Hes fingers wrapped around your neck as he lined the tip of his cock to your entrence. “You’re gotta have to be quiet, they don’t need to know that my wife is a cock whore. Or do you want them to know that miss little perfect is a cock slut for her husband... You want your parents to know that their daughter is dripping on my cock?” He slammed his cock inside you, making you moan into his hand. “You want them to know you love yelling my name in bed?” Osamu was ruthless while he fucked you from behind, “You’re lucky i gotta keep you pretty because your cute little mouth would be wrapped around my cock... crying and drooling since you can bearly take my cock down your throat.”
Osamu tightened the grip on your thighs as he came, “Fuck don’t move... Shit- ugh~ You’re still so tight for me.... Fuck~ you’re so fucking sexy, i wish I could rip this off you but i know i can’t because you’d kill me.”
The two of you let out a tired chuckle... “We should get back.” You sighed, reaching to pat his naked thigh. “First-” Osamu rubbed his thumb against your clit as he slowly pulled out, “-You need to keep the cum inside you baby... So i’ll just pull these up for you.” He pulled up the white underwear back over your ass before he gave it a kiss. He picked you up with his arm and kissed your neck, “Do you feel that? My cum running down your tight hole.” His hand slipped down to your lower tummy. “I fucked you so good, so well, that in a few months you’re tummy is gonna be full with my baby... our baby.”
He kissed your neck again and fixed your hair. “Let’s get back to the party, yeah?”
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writteninkat · 3 years ago
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i - your grandma must have been strong
word count: 2,007
"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you."
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You zipped your last luggage closed, huffing tiredly as you stood up. You looked around you- your empty room, your plain, pink walls that were once decorated with many posters and pictures, your floor that was once covered by a big fluffy white rug and some clothes and stuffed toys.
You sigh, smiling. You were surely going to miss this place. Your back tingles as you turn around to see your mother leaning on the door frame, looking at you with sad eyes.
"Do you have to go?" Her voice is soft and calming- it always has been. She's the only person who could ever calm you down especially when your father left the two of you to work at the Heroes Association in Japan.
"I want to be able to protect people. Children, women, the elderly... I wanna be someone people can depend on. Someone you can depend on." You place a hand on her arm which she covers with her own, he warm palm along with her soft smile about to send you to tears.
She nods, walking inside your room to help with your baggage. "The movers just finished loading up your other stuff. All we need is your excess baggage." She pushes the luggage towards the door, you mirroring her actions.
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She cups both of your cheeks, looking you at you with adoring, glassy eyes. It's your first time being separated from your mother in you sixteen years of existence. The two have always been attached to the hip, you traveled everywhere together, even as the two of you had constant arguments you could never stay mad at each other for too long.
She was the only one you had.
"Stay safe in Japan, okay? If your father gave you a hard time, call me. I'll pick you up no matter what time it is, no matter where you are. I love you." She kisses your forehead and you finally let your tears fall as you wrap your hands around her thing wrists.
"I love you so much mom." You sob, hanging your head as your mother wrapped her arms around you. You hear a voice of a woman through the speakers, telling you your flight was taking off in a few minutes.
You quickly give your mother a kiss on the cheek before letting one of your guards assist you with your bags. You waved good bye to your mom and soon after, your trusted body guard.
You were on your way to Japan, to a new life, a new school, new friends and hopefully to reach your new goal: to prove yourself worthy of becoming a hero without your father's help.
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You walk towards the giant gates of UA, taking a deep breath before finally taking a step inside the campus. Your heart thumped on your chest nervously as your palms began to prespire. You kept your eyes forward, not wanting to do anything with the teens around you as your only goal was to pass the entrance exam. You walked inside the building you were lead to, taking a seat at the very back in fear of attracting any unwanted attention.
"What's up UA candidates?! Thanks for tuning into me your school DJ! Just as your application said, today you will be conducting your exams in seven different locations! Your location has been assigned to you in the paper you were given." The loud blond man with long hair swept way to the back of his head announced, making you click your tongue. Not to be a mood buster, but isn't he being a little too loud?
You take the piece of paper he was talking about, eyes lower to read the letter that's written on it. Test Location: Battle Center C.
"Excuse me sir but I have a question." Your eyes fall to a purple-headed boy with glasses whose hand is raised. The blond teacher acknowledges him and he begins talking about how there are four villains in the paper you were given and not only three.
He then begins running his mouth about how a minor mistake such as this would be an embarrassment for a school such as UA. You scoff, muttering something about having a stick up his ass.
After the teacher ended his speech, you along with the other students began piling out of the room and to your designated battle centers. As you enter your specified location, you take out the black leather gloves from your pocket, wearing them. You clenched and unclenched your hands to make sure that it fit you well.
"Hey grandma." An unfamiliar voice catches your attention, unfortunately for you the rude nickname was directed towards you.
"Grandma?" You raise a brow, unsure what he meant by it.
"You white hair reminds me of my grandma's." He snickers, pointing at the white streaks of hair you have beside either sides of your face as a few other students chuckling behind him. He looks plain, very, very boring. "Why don't you give up on this exam, grandma? Your knees may start hurting."
The signal went off and the robots began moving behind you. As you kept a straight face, your hands begin glowing a blinding white light as a black with blue and silver accent claymore appears in your hands. You run to your left, applying your speed quirk as you ran towards the gigantic robots, swinging your sword vertically.
The slash creates the same blinding white light, the robots, the buildings and concrete ground that the light touches all disintegrating into nothing. You speed into the other robots, stealing the targets of other students as you accumulated your points. Once you finish and only a few robots are left, you return to your spot to where the plain-looking boy along with his little friends were still standing at, jaws hanging eyes blown wide.
"You grandma must have been very strong."
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"I got in." You say into your phone and you hear your mother squeal in delight from the other end of the line. A smile breaks into your face and you feel your phone vibrate, signaling a new notification. As you pull your phone away to see what it is, your eyes widen in surprise as you read your notification banner.
'Mom' sent you $100.
"Mom what the heck is the money for?" You chuckle. "I'm not there with you but I want you to celebrate getting into UA. So go use the money and spoil yourself."
"Mom you don't have to-"
"Okay, mom mode off. I demand you go and award yourself eith the money I sent you." Your mom's tone switches from soft and caring to cold and demanding, making you chuckle. "That doesn't suit you at all." You laugh, you can practically /hear/ your mom pout at the other line.
"Okay, okay. I'll do as you say. Thank you, mom. I love you."
"I love you more my baby."
The call ends and you change out of your usual sweats and oversized tee. You put on a black spaghetti strap and high-wasted mom jeans. You hoop in a black belt and fold the ankles of your pants to show your white sock inside your checkered vans. You finish the look with medium-sized hoop earrings and a oversized red zip-up jacket which you leave unzipped with one shoulder hanging off.
You step out of your apartment, pocketing your keys and taking a deep breath in. Japan is just so beautiful, the scenery, the buildings, even the weather was perfect. You strut down your apartment building, scrolling through your phone as you searched for cafes nearby. It was a five minute walk of calm and relaxing vibes. You step into the cafe, eyes darting around the adorable cottage-core aesthetic it had going.
"Hey my name is Mio. What can I get for you this lovely afternoon?" The cashier beams brightly, your day becoming better and better with every move you make. "I'll have a strawberry shortcake as well as a strawberr frappe with extra foam, strawberry syrup and strawberries." You beam back at her and she takes your order with a bright smile, tapoing away on the computer's screen.
"Does your life depend on strawberries or something?" A rough and deep voice asks behind you, causing you to turn around. Once you do, your eyes widen at the sight of a young blond with vermilion eyes. He looked around your age.
"I like strawberries. Is it that big of a sin?" You ask, soft smile across your face as you cross your arms together. The guy had such piercing eyes, those red orbs looked like they could trap you in them forever.
"Not what I'm saying, but if you're that much of a strawberry fan, I recommend their strawberry pop tarts." His eyes drop to the display fridge beside you and your eyes follow his, landing on the adorable little tarts with red jam on top of them.
Just as you were about to order them, the cashier speaks up. "Your total is 1,500 yen." She smiles brightly, making you pout. You didn't want to cause more trouble for her seeing as your bill has already been printed by the machine.
You scan their QR code, paying virtually as she hands you your buzzer. "We'll give you a signal whrn your order is ready. You can find a seat and wait there thank you!"
You turn around at the blond who's looking at you expectantly, "I guess I'll have to try your recommendation some other time." You smile at him, walking off to the table catering two chairs. It was seated at the far back of the cafe, away from the many customers the cafe had.
You began scrolling through your social media, liking the posts of your past classmates and chuckling at some memes you saw.
A plate full of the same tarts with red jam is placed on your white table and you didn't have to look to see who it was. "Is this you way of flirting with me, rubies?" You ask, looking up at him with a teasing, smug smile. His face contorts into annoyance, "Hah? Flirting with you?" He scoffs, "Not a chance. And who're you calling rubies?"
"Your eyes remind me of rubies. They're pretty."
The blond's face relaxes and you push the seat across from you, silently telling him to sit down. He does as 'told', huffing as he watches you pick of a tart and bring it over to your lips. You bite on it, eyes widening as the flavor explodes in your mouth. It tastes sweet but not the sickeningly sweet kind, it's soft soft in the inside and lightly crunchy on the outside.
"You look like you just ate food made by gods." He chuckles, "You look dumb."
"But it really does taste so good!" You've never felt this much excitement since you found out you got into UA. And that speaks a lot given that you've only ever felt this kind of feeling with your mom.
"I should have bought the entire stock if I knew you liked it that much." Your heart skipped at his words. What is this feeling? You felt nervous all of a sudden, you can barely contain your smile and somehow, you didn't want to go home yet. This is a very new feeling for you. It's kind of... scary.
"I'm L/n."
Idiot. Stop it.
"L/n Y/n." You extend your hand towards him which he looks at for a few moments before taking. You shake both of your hands with a soft smile, your thoughts going haywire at how soft his palms feel.
"Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou."
You pull your hand away, finishing the last piece of strawberry pop tart on your plate before your buzzer turns on. You pick it up, standing up. "Thanks for the tarts. See you around, rubies."
"Call me that one more time and I'll blow your face up."
You snicker, smirking. "Whatever you say, rubies."
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jjaeong · 4 years ago
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Airports, And Convenience Stores.
Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).
Pairing: Kim Hyunjin & Idol Female Reader.
Summary: If you told Y/N that a once-in-a-lifetime encounter with her favorite idol at a convenience store from way back in her trainee days would be stuck on the idol's mind for years—she wouldn't believe you. Well, until the said idol bumps into her again at a public setting and asks for her number infront of every news outlet there is.
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"I'll be going now!"
"Don't forget my cider!"
"I won't!" shutting the door behind you, the familiar tune of the door signalling that it's locked played as you made your way down the hallway, adjusting the strap of your tote bag that you usually brought with you whenever you went out to do some grocery shopping. You pushed your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, making your way into the elevator and pressing the key to the ground floor before humming a song that had been going on repeat in your head ever since you first listened to it. Of course, the song was LOONA Kim Hyunjin's solo song "Around You" that had came out just a few months ago. You stumbled upon it just as when their four-member group had released their most recent song "Love&Live" which had you hooked in no time—making you get into the entire discography, and after playing everything on repeat, Kim Hyunjin just slipped her way into your heart. Maybe it was how her voice just sounds so soothing in her song, or how odd the plot of her music video was yet it reminded you of the feeling of home—you couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about Kim Hyunjin that just spoke to you.
Well, it could also be that she's very pretty too.
You were never the one for such things, but you were drawn to the rookie idol who has yet proven herself to the audience. Somehow, this seemed to be even more attractive to you—a company that popped out of nowhere with the idea that releasing a new member every month, accompanied by a lore that keeps you reeled in every comeback..
There's so much to look forward to, and you've just been introduced to the first unit.
Your mind wanders about the lore as you walked out of the dorm's building, your feet leading you to the usual convenience store you know that was open around this time of the morning. Sometimes, you choose to stay in the store to converse with the staff that had always been kind to you, not minding at all that you were one of the most anticipated trainees to debut in your current lineup considering that articles had already spread about a monster rookie girl group to debut under SM Entertainment with your stage name highlighted on it. It was astonishing how your hard work had seemed to pay off, but with your already growing fanbase, it even further fueled the burning passion inside you to keep working harder to be able to become strong even after you debut.
Before entering the store, you stopped infront of the glass doors to pull your phone out to check if there had been any more requests from your members. This pattern with making sure to check your phone before entering the store had also been engraved in you once you came back with a bag full of snacks for your group, only to be caught by your manager and them to confiscate it all because you were on a diet—could've been avoided if only you checked the warning messages from your unnies that they sent you before you came back.
2:25AM, it read on the screen.
"Ah, Y/N. It's always nice when you drop by~"
"I can't stay for long unnie, I need to go back to the practice room after I buy these.." you motioned to the list on your phone, nose scrunched as you grabbed a basket while the pretty store clerk, Haejin, pouted at you.
"Busier and busier, huh.. Why—are you debuting tomorrow already??" you walked past her and made your way to the shelves, laughing at the eagerness in her tone as your eyes scanned the snacks for the specific ones your members had requested.
"I'm sure that if I had the date already, It'd be postponed before I even manage to tell my parents about it."
"They're so strict about that." Haejin groaned from the counter as you smiled to yourself, shrugging as if she could even see you.
"They're leading for a reason."
"I just hope you'll still be able to do these types of things once you debut, I'll barricade the doors from your saesangs if I have to."
"Unnie, how do I know you're not going to be one of my sasaengs?"
"Ah—this kid, really!" your laugh echoed through the empty convenience store yet again, the soft melody of whatever was on the radio playing in the background as you walked around the place. You pointed out numerous new items on the shelves that Haejin didn't hesitate to tell you about when they arrived, along with the reviews about them—you swear that this girl was the most enthusiastic convenience store employee you've ever encountered in your life but you guessed that it was because the girl liked your company's idols and they often drop by on her shift as well.
Haejin, as much as college seemed to have her in a chokehold—enjoyed beeing a store clerk for the reason of satiating her inner fangirl over her idols being friends with her because she worked there.
As you pulled open one of the fridge doors to look for a tub of your member's specified brand of ice cream, you heard the bells ring by the entrance, indicating a customer entering the store. You heard Haejin greet them, low voices conversing as you finally found the ice cream you were looking for and walked over to the beverage fridge, knowing exactly where the cider your unnie asked for was located.
"The bread is on that aisle." Haejin's polite voice told the customer whos footsteps you could hear was about a few shelves behind you. Managing to finish contemplating it over in your head if you wanted cider as well, you settled on grabbing strawberry milk instead and turned to make your way to the counter when you failed to feel the approaching presence from behind you. You gasped when you felt the collision of your heads against each other just before your body crashed into theirs, practically pushing the both of you to the shelves if it wasn't for you quickly stepping back and grabbing the stranger by both of their arms, dropping your basket to the ground.
"I'm so sorry, are you alright? I should've watched where I was going I—" the girl who had her head down, phone in hand against her head as she clutched a cream bun in her other looked disoriented just from how she stood as you kept a firm grip on her arms to keep her steady. You leaned over to look at her face to see if she really was alright but you could barely make out her features through her hair, brows furrowed and eyes closed.
"Ah.. I'm so stupid, I'm so sorry.." you kept trying to apologize when she quickly shook her head, rubbing her hand that held her phone on the spot where your head had hit hers.
"No, no.. I thought you weren't that close—it's my fault."
"You took it harder than I did, do you want to sit down for a while? Maybe I can—" your breath hitched when the girl finally lifted her face, brows furrowed and a frown set on her lips as her eyes stayed stuck scanning the ground. You could feel how almost instantly your heart started racing, the sound almost blocking your ears from the radio playing in the background, eyes scanning her features as she stood there in all of her glory looking as distraught as ever.
Yet very, very ethereal.
Oh my God it's Kim Hyunjin, holy sh—
"My cream bread.." her airy voice quickly snapped you back into the present, looking down at the crushed bread in her hand before eyeing the now less disoriented girl that stood infront of you. You didn't even notice how long you were just staring at her as she stared down at her bread, until she connected her eyes with you, blinking before tilting her head.
Her eyes are so pretty—
"You're that trainee in the articles." Kim Hyunjin mumbled, and only if you were paying any extra attention—you would've heard how much in awe she was, but you quickly panicked once you realized that she recognized you.
Kim Hyunjin knows who you are.
"I'm so sorry! I'll buy you two cream buns to compensate for my actions! I didn't mean to bump into you like this—I'm sorry for being a junior leaving such a bad impression! Please let me make it up to you, sunbaenim!" Hyunjin's face consorted into pure confusion when you quickly pulled your hands off her arms, taking a step back and doing a full 90° bow infront of her. She scanned you for a moment, eyeing your basket full of snacks and rocking back on the soles of her feet before leaning over to get on the same level as you, hands on her knees.
"Just.. Two cream buns?" she asked, making direct eye contact with you as you slightly turned your face to meet hers, instantly flushing at her expectant look.
"As many as you'd like, sunbaenim!" you rephrased in haste, Hyunjin's expectant look changed into amusement before a bashful smile made it's way on her lips. She reached over to pat your head gently, the action taking your breath away for a moment but she didn't seem to think that much about it, standing up straight before lightly rubbing on the spot where your heads met, looking as if she's contemplating something. You took this as a sign that she took offer, still it didn't stop you from anxiously getting back up on normal level as her eyes scanned the fridge behind you.
"I..I'll go get them for you quickly—"
"What's your name?" Hyunjin asked just as you made a move to retrieve the bread, you stopped on your tracks to look back at the older girl. Her eyes pierced through yours as if she was looking for something in them but at the moment, you could barely think about anything else other than appeasing the idol.
"Y/L/N Y/N, I'm just a trainee.." your eyes widened at your introduction, knowing damn well Hyunjin just said that she knew you were a trainee. You internally face palmed yourself but Hyunjin didn't seem to mind, if anything—the girl could almost feel your panic and as much as it pained her, she couldn't help but find your flustered state endearing.
And if you could only hear how many times Hyunjin's inner voice tried to convince her to ask for your number, or edge you more into keeping contact with her to make up for such a small mistake.. Hyunjin didn't want to be mean to you, but she's currently thinking of ways to keep you from leaving without giving her your number.
"Ah.. That rings a bell.." Hyunjin dragged her words slowly, nodding to herself as you stood there almost shaking in your spot. She looks down at her crushed bread in hand, thinking if you noticed her crushing it literally after you collided when she caught a glimpse of who exactly she bumped into.
Ofcourse she'd exaggerate her disorientation.
"Is everything okay here..?" Haejin walked over to you two, eyeing your flushed state before staring directly at Hyunjin. Haejin's brows shot up quickly, as if it was the first time she actually looked at the customer before she motioned to the girl.
"You're that Girl of the Month thing." you tensed next to the clerk to which Hyunjin's lips quickly pulled up into a big grin, finding it amusing how the clerk didn't even know which one she was but it was nice to know that their group was getting recognition. You however, something in Hyunjin just knew you knew her specifically.
"I'm the second girl, Kim Hyunjin."
"Ah! Kim Hyunjin.." Haejin furrows her brows as if she remembered the name before, hitting her fist in her palm at the sudden realization, "..the cat head girl? Around you? Y/N, you told me to play that song here all the time! Isn't this her?" Hyunjin's eyes moved to yours as you looked at Haejin in alarm, reaching over to hit her arm but stopping mid-way when you saw Hyunjin's soft eyes directed at you.
"I.. Yeah, of course. It was my favorite solo song, but I listen to Rain 51db more these days.." now you really had Hyunjin's attention, you basically outed yourself as a fan and now Hyunjin will not let you leave the store without your number in her phone.
"The 90's karaoke one?"
"Heejin-sunbaenim is really cool.."
Heejin? And you said Hyunjin's solo song was your favorite?
"I'll get sunbae's bread—" you were cut off when your phone started vibrating in the pocket of your hoodie, you pulled it out to find your manager's name on your screen calling you. Your eyes widened as the call could only mean one thing—reminding you of the practice room that was supposed to be your destination right after buying your snacks.
"Sunbaenim—"
"Practice?" Hyunjin softly asked as you frowned at your phone before looking up at her, finding warm eyes locked on yours.
"I'll make it up to you. Next time we see each other—"
"I want your phone number." Haejin audibly choked next to you as you flustered as deeply as before.
"R-right now?" Hyunjin stared at you for a moment before shaking her head—deciding against her initial plan of making sure to not let you leave without giving her your number—reaching over to grab your basket on the ground to hand it to you. You quickly grabbed ahold of the handles as Hyunjin ran her fingers through her hair, looking around the convenience store with a shrug.
"No, the next time we meet." you stared at her, completely baffled beyond words to even form a reply and so you just nodded, staring at her and trying to memorize her features as much as you can, knowing that this is the moment you part ways.
"I'm sorry.. I hope we meet again someday, in a better manner, Hyunjin-sunbaenim.." you bowed yet again at Hyunjin who oddly felt her heart warm at her name rolling off your lips smoothly, as if you've always been saying her name—in which she didn't doubt that you did, you were a fan afterall. You gave her one last shy smile before turning to Haejin, motioning to the counter to which Haejin only grinned at, following after you but not before glancing at Hyunjin who's eyes seemed to only follow your retreating figure.
"I think she likes you~"
"Be quiet! She can still hear us!"
Hyunjin reatreated back to the bread aisle as you quickly paid for all of your snacks, she listened closely when the bells at the entrance signal that you've left, to which Hyunjin felt her mood dampen at. Practically pouting to herself the entire time she walked around to look for whatever she needed to buy, she finally walked over to pay over the counter, Haejin packing her items in a bag as Hyunjin reached over to hand the clerk her card when Haejin smirked at her.
"Y/N told me to just charge it to her account, whatever it is you bought." Hyunjin raised a brow the information, to which Haejin shrugged at but still kept the smirk on her face.
"If I were you, I'd grab a few more.. you know, to make her feel like she atleast made up for it." Haejin could only look at Hyunjin's ruined cream bun and strawberry milk that she only took because it reminded her of the contents in your basket. Hyunjin shook her head at Haejin's mischievious attempt behind your back, instead, smiling softly at the ruined bread as Haejin handed her the bag.
"It's alright, she'll make up for it next time. I'm sure."
[MONSTER TRAINEE Y/N HAS OFFICIALLY DEBUTED]
[SM ENTERTAINMENT'S NEW GIRL GROUP DEBUTS AT #1 IN BILLBOARD TOP 200]
[SM ROOKIE GROUP, US DEBUT AFTER SUCCESSFUL WORLDWIDE CHART DOMINATION]
"Hi! Hello! They're so cute!!" your member waves at your fans as you stand next to her, trying your best not to squint your eyes at the rapid flashes that went off as you aligned yourself with your group, smiling at how you were all being greeted with such heavy enthusiasm. Making your group introduction, you all bowed before your manager motioned that it was time to head over inside, in which you grabbed onto one of your unnies as you slid through the crowd with your bodyguards doing their best to keep anyone from being too close to your members. As you just passed the entrance however, the flashes seemed a bit stronger and the deafening clicking of shutters, followed by screaming fans became stronger.
"JINSOUL HI!"
"CHUU I LOVE YOU!"
"YVES YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!"
Your ears perked up at the familiar names, to which your members that walked in front caught your attention when they started squealing. Your eyes settled on a few of your members being smothered by the familiar group that had just seemed to arrive, Chuu's bright smile as she hugged two of your members quickly, Choerry wildly waving at them as they bowed while Jinsoul and Yves seemed to tease them a bit.
Your groups seemed to be in the middle of paparazzis, fans, and curious gazes—in the middle of a very busy airport lobby. The crowd that circled around both groups was almost overbearing if it weren't for your bodyguards making as much space for your groups as possible. You tried to keep your distance, not wanting any sort of drama to build upon any group's name considering how heavy your own seemed to be even in your group, but then a familiar voice started to call your name.
"Y/N-unnie! Y/L/N Y/N-unnie!" your eyes instantly snapped over to find a small figure practically bouncing over to you, making you pull away from your member to insantly beam at the short girl whom you've bonded with at a variety show once. It was once but you can't seriously not love LOONA's maknae.
"Yeojin.." she instantly hugged you, giggling as you leaned over so that you can hug her back, patting her hair softly before she pulled away to smile up at you.
"What are you doing all the way here? Come on, Haseul-unnie wants to meet you!" she started tugging at your hand to which you only pursed your lips at.
"Yeojin, I'm kind of.. not good to be caught on camera with right now."
"Why not? You're practically as famous as us right now! I mean, even if you weren't it's still okay! We're friends!" Yeojin tried to reassure you but something just didn't sit right with the manager telling you a few days back that your name was at such a high place right now, and they wanted you to take care of it and make sure you didn't get into any sort of trouble or your group was going to plummet.
It was repulsive how they highlighted the idea that since you were on the first of all brand reputations since your groups debut, it was up to you to keep your group's name afloat. And if that type of toxicity rubs any other groups the wrong way..
"Oh.. we have to leave.." Yeojin mumbles, sounding disheartened as she looked up to find you giving her a sad smile. She shook her head, hugging you again before giving you a pointed look.
"I'll call you the moment we get back to the dorms, and then we'll plan another meetup. I promise—no paparazzis, we'll have lots of fun then, alright Y/N-unnie? I promise!" your heart dropped as Yeojin slowly made her way over to her group's retreating figures, she waved at you, still smiling brightly and just like that—your heart feels a little bit better at the girl's energy. Yeojin quickly bumped into Haseul, hugging her as Haseul's eyes moved to yours, you gave her a small smile and she reciprocated along with a wave.
Their group had always felt oddly comforting, but in a good way.
As your group slowly moved away from LOONA, you turned to face the direction of where you were supposed to be heading when your eyes seemed to have found themselves locking with stunningly familiar ones, eyes that would always seem to remind you of a cat's. You quickly turned away though, thinking that the woman who made your heart race about two years ago—now with striking dyed red hair—wouldn't even remember you at all. But your mind seemed to have stopped functioning completely when her usually soft, and airy voice boomed through the lobby and all of the commotion just to call your name.
"Hey! Y/L/N Y/N!" almost everyone around the both of you looked rattled out of their minds, watching silently as the two last members of each group stood only but a few feet apart, members standing behind them stopping on their tracks to understand what it was all about. Heejin whom was standing next to Hyunjin looked scared for a moment, only for her eyes to soften when they landed on your figure.
Jinsoul on the other hand had no filter, literally saying, "What is this? This is how you get a girl's attention, Kim Hyunjin?" before Kim Lip bursted into her iconic laughing face, grabbing Jinsoul's arm and shaking her. Chuu smiled widely at you, she always had but this time it's as if there was some meaning to it, with Cheorry turning from waving at a fan to grin at you—along with Yves smirking and Vivi giving Haseul a side eye.
Even Olivia Hye looked intrigued by the commotion, with Gowon drowsily clinging onto her but looking around as if she was confused.
"Y/L/N Y/N.." Hyunjin said softly this time, eyes only on you. You swallowed sharply, quickly bowing with the usual 90° degrees before eyeing all of the cameras that seemed to surround the both of you.
"Hyunjin, maybe another time.." Heejin tried to tell her bestfriend but she barely paid any attention to it. Instead, LOONA's Kim Hyunjin walked over to Y/L/N, in the middle of every single news outlet there is, every single fansite, every single curious gaze—she stood infront of you with a determined look on her face that had you shuddering slightly on your spot. She looked more mature up close, if you had a major change from losing some of your baby fat, Hyunjin looked almost nothing like the soft featured sunbaenim you met in that store two years before your debut. She looked like an actual sunbae now—if that made sense—as she stared right back at you, the soft gaze was still there but her aura emitted such strength, a newfound sense of maturity that wasn't exactly present when you bumped into her that morning.
"Hyunjin-sunbaenim." Hyunjin felt slightly taken aback by how your voice seemed so different from how it always used to echo in her head since that day, you no longer looked like kid and instead—if it was even possible, you looked way more beautiful than the first time she saw you in that damn article. And God, you've aged well since she last bumped into you, even though you look as if you could easily be knocked off on your feet from the pressure of all the eyes on you right now..
Hyunjin wanted to tell you that you'll be fine, that you're doing great.
You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.
But Hyunjin wasn't that good with words, she proved that to herself when countless of times she'd hear Yeojin talking about her day with you, how she always said you were bound for a great career ahead. Hyunjin could barely ask Yeojin for your number, she wanted to just have it so many times but that was your deal, she wanted to get it from you because she respected you—and it took her two years.
Two years to find the guts to stand infront of her favorite junior, practically the only junior that had caught her attention ever since.
"Here, type in your number." if your eyes could only bulge out of it's sockets right now, it would've. Collective gasps and camera flashes started going off as Hyunjin held out her phone infront of you, looking as laid back as ever while your mind goes into a complete shut down.
"What did she say?"
"Hyunjin just asked for Y/N's number? Here?!"
"Oh my God, this is—what??"
"Alright, alright—you're not seriously doing this here, aren't you, Kim Hyunjin-ssi?" Yves calls out from behind Hyunjin but the girl didn't even hint at acknowledging it, making Heejin sigh and turn to Yves with a knowing look, the challenging smile on Yves' lips dropping into a confused pout as Jinsoul let out yet another one of her amazed laugh.
"Wah! This is really happening!" Chuu and Kim Lip bursts into a fit of laughter, the sound bringing you back from your trance to scan your sunbaenim's now flushed face.
Kim Hyunjin is.. flustered?
"Sunb—"
"Hyunjin is fine." your eyes moved to the awestruck people around you, trying to find both of your managers only to find your members holding your own back—and LOONA's manager watching the interaction with an amused look.
"Are you going to make it up to me or not? I'm not the one with a flight to catch, Y/L/N Y/N." Hyunjin rolled her eyes but only in a teasing manner, tilting her head at you as she lightly waved her phone onto your confused face before it registered to you that she was talking about the convenience store incident. You instantly flushed, cursing internally at how you could forget your own words like that before nodding quickly, reaching over to grab her phone only for it to be pulled away by Hyunjin which confused you once again.
"I want your number, not your manager's, not your members', not the number you give for business transactions—I want the number on your actual phone," Hyunjin stated firmly, leaning her face to yours and staring at you intently. You nodded slowly as you reached over to grab her phone, but she pulled it away yet again, "I want to be your friend, Y/N." she finished, placing her phone in your hand before pulling away to lower her eyes at you as she crossed her arms on her chest.
And just like that, there goes all of your worries about everyone's prying eyes and your spot on the brand reputation rankings..
You swallowed thickly, trying to calm the sudden burning feeling in your entire body as you quickly typed in your number—cautiously eyeing her intimidating stance before grabbing your phone from your back pocket, pressing the call button on Hyunjin's phone for your own to start ringing. Once Hyunjin looked satisfied, you typed your group's name and then your name before handing Hyunjin her phone.
"Assa! Unnie~" Gowon cheered from behind Hyunjin, with Olivia Hye looking at the back of Hyunjin's head as if she's impressed.
That didn't stop Kim Lip from cackling loudly with Jinsoul, Chuu, Yeojin and Choerry though.
"Kim Hyunjin! Just like always!" Heejin cheered, grinning when Hyunjin turned to glare at them.
"Yeojin said she'd call me when you're all back to the dorms.."
"Not if I call you first." Hyunjin stated firmly with a knowing look, as if she already knew she was going to win.
To which you only softly smiled at.
"It's a thirteen hour flight to the US, you know that right?"
"Hyunjin! We need to go!"
"I know!" Hyunjin's eyes widened, waving her hands dismissively, "That's not directed to you, Y/N—I can't ever get mad at you." Hyunjin frowned to herself to which you only shortly laugh at, nodding before glancing at your own members making heart poses but the others also pointing to the gates. You faced Hyunjin who looked almost like an abandoned cat who didn't want you to leave.
"I should get going.."
"..yeah."
"See you around, Hyunjin." you bowed yet again, but this time it was a quick one and with a smile—different from the ones that were shy, and apologetic—it was an actual smile, a smile that Hyunjin felt as if the butterflies in her stomach were going wild as you did the simple action.
"See you, Y/N." Hyunjin watched as you retreated back slowly to your members, hesitant yet making your way back to them. You were just about to disappear from her view when you heard her call you again, to which you almost automatically turn at, but you did anyways, stopping on your tracks yet again to find the image of a giddy looking red haired Kim Hyunjin smiling from ear to ear, eyes crinkled as she did.
"You're still going to make it up to me, right Y/N?" she asked sweetly, making you all flustered yet again as everyone around you seemed to find this interaction sweet.
"Ofcourse, I promised."
And with that, Kim Hyunjin practically skipped all the way to the van—staring at your contact name she changed on her phone.
My Favorite Hoobae.
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Hi~
This acc is dedicated to writing loona ideas that I have, maybe some day I'll take requests who knows—but for now, I'm going to focus on writing alot of imagines for Kim Hyunjin because she's my bias and I.. Don't.. See.. Much.. Hyunjin.. Imagines..? So yeah, if y'all want to follow, by all means we're chill here~ but thanks for reading! I hope this was as entertaining to you as it was for me writing it!
Also, I make the gifs myself, but to give credit to the original source I will always put the link of the video and the channel name from where I got it from at the bottom of each author's note. If any of these sources do not want their work to be displayed like this, please inform me immediately and i will get rid of the gif and.. find another source that wouldn't mind. I just use specific visuals for the ideas so..
May Kim Hyunjin guide me to write even more..
Laters (for now),
JJ.
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