#but now that it didn't i almost wish i had snapped that section. but oh well

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I made a post about some Bangel and Cangel parallels I've noticed (not all of them that exist, just some ones--for instance--that I've picked up on while reading the tie-in books), that I'll link at the bottom of this post... but with picture limit, I couldn't mention my last point in it, so I decided to just make a separate post about it here. So here it is.

Though, unfortunately, this one deals with the sensitive topic of Angel saving both Buffy and Cordelia from sexual assault -le sigh-

Anyway, starting out, here's the moment with Cordelia (as I think that in the chronology of the S3 books, that one happens first?).

Edit: I also respectfully ask that the shippers of both ships be kind to each other here, please. Thank you.

Cordelia:

Buffy:

[kouvisart]

Just watched Disney's "Wish" and here is how I would rewrite Magnifico's character arc and the movie.

*Spoilers Ahead*

I understand that the audience and the movie wanted to make him a fun, campy villain as reminiscent of the older Disney villains, but what they established was the opposite. The movie is trying to do two things with him: being sympathetic and being outright evil. These two are difficult to combine, and it is clear that they didn't how to do that.

They not only gave him a tragic past that was never elaborated on, but his descent literally isn't himself, but of a magic evil book that makes your eyes green. They had such a clear setup to pursue why he would use it now of all times, but they didn't. People can be asshole narcissists without being evil. And it is clear he did care for Amaya, and the people of Rosas. So the movie needed to push him more and give him some struggle of morality. Unfortunately, this route will turn him into a tragic villain. If they wanted true camp, they needed to make him always evil, and was always using the wishes to power himself up. But that is for another day.

"HIS MOTIVATION"

One of the weaknesses of Maginifico is that he has no clear motivation. And if it he does, they don't line up with what his surroundings are. When the power of Star nearly made the wishes in his chamber fall and the city shake, he was pretty paranoid that something was effecting his magic. Or overpowering it. Then when his people started questioning PLUS demanding more wish ceremonies, you can see why he is so irritated by them and thinks they don't respect him. When they basically gamble away their wish VOLUNTARILY and don't actually respect him as a king, more like a wish granter. He even said something akin to, "that is all you ever think about is wish ceremonies?" And the crowd responds with yes.

To further show his descent more, there should be another scene where he is just alone, without Amaya there. And his eyes are involuntarily drawn to the magic book. Widened, and mesmerized, his irises turn green and suddenly he snaps out of it. Hinting that the book, despite behind the glass, can draw people towards it. Beckoning almost and using their most innate desires. Now lets see how his motivations tie into the infamous villain song.

"THIS IS THE THANKS I GET"

What I'd change would be the must needed tonal shift in the second half. The songs stays way too poppy and doesn't clearly identify his corruption. The moment when he nearly gives himself to the book. It seems so simple, but the this section of the song really shows his reluctance, and that he thinks what he is doing is a necessary evil.

"I didn't wanna do this I swore I'd never do this But I'm hypnotized by how these pages flip 'Cause I refuse to have my power stripped A potion, a spell, a summon, a curse? Anything to make that light reverse To this book, I don't wanna be tethered, but Desperate times call for desperate measures Brr, where was I? Oh, yeah"

Instead of the "brr, where was I?" line, I would make the music stop, and Amaya's voice could be heard from behind. Freezing Magnifico in his tracks. The green around him disappears, and it is only him and his Queen, surrounded by nothing but themselves. She sings softly to him. A reprise of "At All Cost."

His subconscious knows it's wrong to use the book (as seen in the first two lines of the bridge and the last two lines, offset 1), so it conjures up Amaya, who tries to remind him of his good. The song grows in distortion as Amaya begs, yet he feels pushed to this predicament.

Going back to his motivation, it is hinted he wants control because in his eyes, the only way to protect everyone is if he oversees everything. But that doesn't mean he thinks his powers would be stripped. I think this is the one line that gives hint at a motivation that really doesn't fit his character, " 'Cause I refuse to have my power stripped." There is no hint throughout the movie that his magic is weakening, and when the people demanded and disrespected him, he is more irritated than antagonized. Instead, it should be he is afraid he doesn't have enough power. He feels he isn't powerful enough to stop whatever magic is happening in the kingdom, and knows the book will grant him this to achieve what he wants. Which is to protect Rosas "at all cost."

The goal here is to make his worries justified but his actions an overreaction. And make it a descent into madness than suddenly becoming evil out of the blue.

MOTIVATION CONT.

Also, to up the stakes because there is literally none, for when Asha sneaks into his castle to retrieve Sabo's wish, she accidentally releases all of them, even the violent ones. So we can have a character parallel between Asha and Magnifico where they think they are both doing the right thing, and are using overreactions for issues that could've just been brought up peacefully.

During their truce, he sees just how dangerous people can be with violent wishes, and the will they have to do them. Slowly making him angrier and angrier and further justifying to himself what he he did. After they are forced to work together to bring back order, the evil book has already taken its toll, and he comes to the realization of why is he even doing this for the people who don't even respect the man that gave them a safe haven. That without him, it would have descended into chaos long ago. He starts to extract the wishes involuntarily out of people, trying to keep them safe from themselves. But as he does, he takes it into himself for safe-keeping and ends up voring them. Growing in madness and in power as a misplaced, extreme martyrdom.

Now for the ending. I would either have the evil dispelled from him, but he dies from the magic exhaustion. Or to go the route of the movie and have him trapped, while Amaya, instead of being nonchalant about her husband's predicament (which is weird in the movie since it is shown they love one another yet now she doesn't care?). Who thanks Asha and tells her she will find a way to free her husband and rid of the curse, even if the book says there is no way to reverse it.

[celestialking]

A Demigods desire

◇ NSFW~ 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Finished writing: unfinished

Pairings: DomGn! Reader, C!Foolish

Warnings: shibari, not complete

An: Welcome to the first post of the unfinished masterlist. A bunch of broken drafts I have no motivation of finishing and hope you'll show some love

Contrary to people's beliefs Foolish is a very busy demigod. He was almost always at ready to help Las Nevadas with whatever it required, to offer his building services to other, and even work on his own on the side. Not only that but he had side goals as well. A debt to be repaid. All of these things meant a great deal of thinking and there were sometimes he wished to never think again. Luckily you were very good at offering that.

"I dont understand," Foolish tilted his head confused at you holding the rope.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," you hummed.

The totem hybrid only squinted before taking a step back in realization. "Oh," his cheeks flushed and he began nodding.

You began moving towards his throne room, the land puppy in tow behind you.

"Is this something you'd like to try now?" You asked looking back at him.

He didn't say much. The only noise he made was the sound of his knees hitting the ground. There in front of his very own throne the demigod was looking up at you with glossy eyes.

Foolish knew he couldn't get much further without giving you what you wanted though.

"Please," he licked over his lips.

"Good boy," You began removing the clothing over where you would bind, which happened to be everything.

The rope traveled over his shoulder, around his chest, under his thigh. Each length across his skin carefully laid to be safe yet pretty. You pulled back to admire your work. Eyes lingering over his body, glowing golden from the sun's departing light.

A finger moved between the rope and his skin checking for how tight it was looped around his body. You returned to his throne, sitting down to watch him closely. The rise and fall of his chest, the faint flush covering sections of his bare skin.

"Look at you," you hummed. The demigod glanced up at with glazed eyes. "You look pretty like this,"

Foolish's breath caught in his throat, the hybrid hanging off of your every word. "Sitting so pretty and perfect wrapped on display,"

It was a cute design with a heart on his chest, not that Foolish noticed. There was something about being wrapped in those ropes. about being on display that stuffed the brain with fuzzy cotton.

He needed this.

While the hybrid could easily snap the rope with his unusual strength, you knew he wouldn't. It wasn't long at all before the falling sun had turned into silky moonlight on his skin.

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Foolish shuddered in your grasp, his head thrown back as your hand wrapped around him.

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Carefully you removed your hand as to not overstimulate him. The intense orgasm sent the hybrid into a foggy daze. His muscles relaxing almost going limp.

"No, no, cmon big guy we need to get you cleaned up and out of this,"

Mentally this was being jotted down as a favor to ask you more of. Foolish was sure he'd be stressed again soon enough.

[the-fiction-witch]

Elisview manor P3

Media IRL X Horror

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Spooky + Scary

I sat at the end of the long wooden table nibbling at breakfast every so often I glanced up across the dining room. The three tall windows to the side opened to let in the light of the grey day, rain pattering the glass. The View down to the Elis River, the tall black walls with red rose wallpaper,  a large metal chandelier with candles slowly burning, the large long mahogany table I sat at one end with my toast and eggs. At the other end of the table, Thomas sat with his eggs and bacon, dressed for the day in all black. I did my best to be quiet and not make eye contact. I glanced up and met his eyes as we looked at one another across the table. 

"What?" he snapped,

"... I... I wanted to thank you for letting me join you for breakfast this morning," I smiled,

"You're welcome," he sighed, "I am going out today," 

"Oh, where are you going?" I asked,

"Never you mind," he snapped, 

"Oh... Forgive me,"

"I am going out, out riding. You are to stay in the house, in your room. Until I return." 

"I-"

"Yes?"

"Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good," he said finishing his food and getting up heading to the door,

"Why do I need to stay in my room thomas?" I asked,

He stopped. He didn't even glance at me. "what?"

"Why do I need to stay in my room, sir?"

He turned and stepped slowly to an empty chair his hands sat on the top of the chair back and he glared down at me, "Becuase I said so." 

"But I-"

"I am the lord of the manor! You listen to me!" he yelled but he saw me jump and his voice softened, "I am trying to protect you. Just stay in your damn room until I get back."

"Yes sir..." I nodded,

"Go. Now." He demanded, 

I nodded and got up adjusting my dress and heading to the door I passed him without a word but as I reached the entryway he grabbed my arm forcing me to stop as he held me tight against him,

"You are to stay in your room until I return. You are not to go wondering. not to go to the kitchens. not to go exploring. you are to lock your door and not open it. No matter what you hear. no matter what you see. you do not open your door do you understand me?"

"yes sir." I nodded, "how will I know when I can open it again?"

"I will unlock your door when I return."

"Yes sir."

He nodded his tongue sliding over his teeth, "If I find out you have left your room, I will kick you out on your rear."

"Yes sir..." I gulped,

"and if I find out you have stepped foot anywhere near my section of the house..."

"Yes?"

"...I will make you wish you were never born." He said, "Yes?"

"Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good. go on up and lock the door. But take the key out."

I nodded and headed up to my room, I did as he asked and locked my door taking the key out, I grabbed a book and lay in my little bed box. I sighed and tried to enjoy my day cooped up in my little room while thomas went out to do whatever he wanted I felt jealous of course that he could go and do what he wished while I was here locked up in my room. I almost wanted to unlock my door and run off to his part of the house to see what he was hiding from me. But I know I'm a guest here and I didn't want to cause any trouble or for thomas to be angry with me. 

I sighed put my book down and began to pace around my room looking for something to do, I kept hearing people moving around the house the same strange sounds like people walking within the walls often when I heard footsteps I perked up hoping thomas had returned and would let me out my room but it never was.

I perked up at the door and knocked but no voice came,

"Hello?" I asked,

Still, no answer came, 

"Hello?!" I asked slightly louder,

"Miss Y/l/n." The voice of Miss Marybell came through the door, 

"Ohh yes, good afternoon," I said, 

"Just asking if you'd like to come down for tea?"

"Ohh thank you but no it's alright I have my teapot."

"You sure you wouldn't rather come down for a cup of tea in the kitchens?"

"Uhh I would but it's alright Tho- the lord of the house told me not to unlock my door so."

"I promise we won't say a word to him,"

"No, it's alright really. I don't mind you ladies enjoying your tea without me." I told them sitting on my chamise by the fire, I watched the flames for a while doing some knitting.

 Until I heard the door jiggle as if someone was trying the lock, I assumed it would be thomas checking if it was locked as I had promised him but once discovering the door was locked he didn't go to unlock it but rather kept trying to open it. 

"Hello?" I asked rather confused, 

I wanted to make myself known so he knew I was inside but no answer came,

"Hello? Thomas is that you?" I asked,

"...Yes. Yes, it's me Y/n." his voice came from the other side of the door but immediately something didn't feel right, he was far too happy, far too chipper, far too informal. But perhaps he was just happy from wherever he had been, perhaps he had been drinking even?

"Can I come out now?" I chuckled, 

"Awww of course you can come out now, just unlock the door and come out."

"...I thought you where going to unlock my door?"

"I was. but you passed the test, I trust you. Unlock the door and come out."

I don't know why but I felt strange about it, something just seemed off.

"I uhh... have you forgotten the key?"

"No."

"Then why do I have to unlock it if you said you would?"

"... Y/n don't beat around the bush about it." he chuckled, "Come on sweetling just unlock the door and come out."

"...sweetie?" I asked moving closer to the door I could see the shadows of someone standing beyond the door, 

"yeah, come on out my sweetling," 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Come on, just unlock the door and come on out for me... I got you some chocolate and some strawberries?" He encouraged,

"Wh- why are you being so nice to me?" 

"Can't a man be nice to his beautiful little sweetling?" 

"Th- this isn't like you..."

"Just come on out, unlock the door and we can go down to the library and have a cuddle. hey? won't that be nice?"

"A cuddle?"

"Yeah a nice little cuddle on the library sofa, just you and me cuddled up cosy by the fire, I can read you a nice book while I play with your hair... won't that be nice?" 

"It... it does sound nice thomas..." I blushed setting my hand on the 

"Come on then, we can spend some time just you and me."

"I... I don't know didn't you say it was dangerous?" 

"I'll keep you safe, come on sweetling. I want to spend some time with you. Just you and me. I'll even give you a tour of my room?"

Immediately I was ticked. Something is for sure wrong. Something is going on... and this burning feeling in my mind... that wasn't thomas. 

"Uhhh no... No, thank you. I'd rather stay in my room." I said moving back from the door,

"what? come on don't you wanna cuddle up with me by the fire? Have some strawberries? you can even stay the night in my room if you wanna be safe?"

"No thank you."

"Why not!"

"I... I..."

"....Y/n. Open the door..." 

"no..."

"I am lord of this manor OPEN THE DOOR!"

"NO!"

"Open this door or I beat it down!" He yelled,

"I am not opening the door. You said I shouldn't until you came and unlocked it I am not unlocking the door." I answered,

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT NOW!" He demanded banging on my door and trying to force it open,

I jumped as I heard the heavy door at the front of the house slam shut downstairs, and suddenly outside my door I heard rushed running footsteps away from my door. That run filled me with utter fear as to who or what had been outside my door, who I had been speaking to, I heard steps from the stairwell as the footsteps headed slowly up, the door handle jiggled testing the lock, and I heard the sound of keys they jingled and clattered in the lock until the door handle twisted open and the door opened to thomas as I last saw him but with added mud on his boots and his hair a little damp, 

"...Thomas?"

"Hi Y/n..." He yawned, 

I bolted over and jumped wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my face into his shoulders holding my feet up off the floor,

"Whoa!" He yelped in surprise putting his arms around my waist so he wouldn't drop me, "Hello..."

"Hello..."

"...I wasn't gone that long was I?" he asked, "You alright?"

"I feel better now."

"Uhh... okay... sure... I- I want some dinner... are you just gonna... cling to me?"

"Mhm,"

"... alright," He sighed adjusting me a little and then carrying me with him down to the kitchens. 

[highstwildflower]

Conceiving lover

Summery: Angsty, You find out that Ashton has a dating profil.

Paring: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Warnings: Angsty, mature language?

A/N: Its been a while since I've written anything, and honestly I feel like this isn't my best but it is the best I can do atm, and I really wanna get back into the swing of things soooo lets go. And Thaaaank you to the people who continue to ask for prompts and read my fics xx

A gasp left your lips as your world stopped. After hours of scrolling through TikTok, you came across a video you wished you had never seen. A young woman showing how she stumbled across Ashtons bumble profil, surely it must have been fake. The investigation started, you followed the link to part 2, and your heart dropped into your stomach. The video showed his profil in detail, somehow you just knew it was his, the profil screamed Ashton. Your boyfriend, the part of him that was only for you, was now blasted on the internet for everyone to see, because he actively was trying to cheat on you. So nonchalant as if he couldn't care less if you found out. 

Chock filled your body, not only had you lost your boyfriend in that second, you were mortified about the whole world witnessing it. Rushing you ran to your bathroom before emptying the content of your stomach into the toilet. And then you broke, the physical release was the emotional tricker you needed, this was real and it was happening to you. You were not the only one. Surely you should've known, it was well known in Hollywood, Ashton Irwin never broke up with a girl, he moved on while she believed they were still committed to one another, and you really thought that he had changed, how stupid. As if you were ever gonna be enough for the handsome drummer. 

The cold tile against your naked thigh was starting to hurt so you rose to your feet, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You didn't know if it was your bloodshot eyes that looked back at you, or if it was the trails of tears or maybe the puffiness but it was  something about seeing yourself like this. Broken into a thousand peaces, after so carelessly being tossed to the side by the man who said he loved you that made you snap. Straighten up, you looked deeply into your own eyes "Fuck him". With long determined strides you crossed the distance between the bathroom and the draw Ashton had at your house, you hurled the content into a nearby shopping bag. He was expected at your home within the next couple of hours but all that was gonna meet him was the brown bag holding everything that ever tied you together. It was done, and he was the one to blame. 

With the new determination rushing through your body you started getting ready, the shower lead the embarrassment down the drain, it was embarrassing to him not you, you told yourself again and again. Once you looked like the bosslady you are you went to instagram, both his and your page was filled with lovey dovey photos entangled in each other, you deleted every single one before posting a new one with the caption "You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me, I almost fell for it". Keeping your head held high you placed the bag in front of the door before heading to your friends house, you knew she would understand this better than anyone else. 

By the time you parked before Kay's house your phone was glowing with the many notifications, though the 5sos fandom forever would be loyal to Ashton, they were cheering you on and dragging the drummer bad choices in the comment section. You smiled slightly at least they were on your side, which wasn't a given at all. As you took a short look at the comments and liked a few your phone started to vibrate with an incoming call, you took a deep breath before denying it. You turned off your phone and walked to knock on Kays door. Shortly after the door swung open revealing a Kay who's smile faded the second she saw you "Oh honey im so sorry", she knew already, the glee of the internet everything travels faster than you. Kay did her best to comfort you, she hugged you tight an hour after you had sobbed into her embrace and rubbed your shoulder. The tears had dried and you looked at her with a smile "You know, this just show how much of a better person than me you are" she shot you a confused look "How come y/n" looking straight at her you laughed at her cluelessness "Because you haven't  once said- I told you so, and I definitely  would've done that if you had dated my cheating ex". And it truly was the thing you admired the most about Kay, she was like a fairy who always just wanted the best for anyone, she was even the one setting you and Ashton up. "I don't need to do that hun, im sure you beating yourself up enough for the both of us". And she was right but you were trying not to. 

You agreed that it would be best for you to talk to Ash while she was at you side for emotional support, so hesitantly you turned on your phone again. It was unusable the first few seconds due to the amount of missed phone calls and messages, all Ash trying to make you speak to him, so you pressed his contact and waited shortly before he breathed out your name with relief. "Please, babe let us meet up so we can talk?" Kay made big eyes and shook her head no "No Ashton, I don't want to meet with you. I know that you have been dating others, and I don't really care if you never met them or not. You still were out there  trying " your voice was trembling and the pit in your stomach had returned, Kay rubbed her hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner and you send her a thankful smile shortly. Ashton's voice revealed that he was just as big of a mess as you "No please y/n, I was only on there to meet new people, I've felt so discounted to the world after Corona. I know its wrong, I really do but please love, it was nothing like what we have" You lost it, that was it. He wanted to make excuses? Fuck him "You know what Ashton, im sure you have, being surrounded by people who does nothing but support you must be so hard, im sorry that I didn't think about that." And with that the phone call ended and you lunged yourself into Kays waiting embrace. The world could stop for all you cared, you had lost the one person you thought would be your forever. 

[marcspectorstannie]

ʚDesperate confessionsɞ(Steven Grant x reader)

Warnings: Smut obvi, a little cursing, palming, edging kinda, bottom Steven ( if that's a warning), hickeys, male receiving, begging, riding/dry humping

Summary: both you and Steven have huge obvious crushes on each other but both of your minds always lead to dirty thoughts,You wind up giving him the best night of his life

EDIT: I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW LONG THIS IS???? THE SMUT IS AT THE LAST 2 SECTIONS IF YOU WANT TO SKIP TO IT

edit 2: heyyy this is very old and It's currently my bday for about 2 more hours so I'm dropping this while I finish the Kurt requests

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You were on his mind all day. Not a single minute went by without thinking of you. He was obsessed, secretly of course. He couldn't dare share his true feelings towards you, he couldn't risk it. Losing you and your 'friendship'. 'Sorry Steven, I don't see you that way' was the reoccurring thought going through his mind at night.All he looked forward to was for you to show up.

"Hey Steven,how's it going?" Your voice rang in his ears as he looked over to you walking towards his desk. "How's the gift shop treating you?" He smiled."It's seen better day's." You chuckled and turned your head to him fully. He heard the room go quite as he focused on your facial features. Your eyes, your nose, your skin beaming from the huge light above you. He could stare for hours. His thoughts were interrupted by you waving in front of his face. "Hey, you heard me? I asked if you'd like to hang at my place tonight, we could watch a movie" You were better at hiding your feelings from him,obviously. Steven almost melted when he finally processed your question. "O-oh, yeah I'd love to." "Great! I'll see you then" His heart eyes lingered on your back as you walked away, trying to stop himself from looking below your back. The way your jeans hugged your lower half drove him crazy. He'd wished to be in their place many of times, to be so close to you at all times. He quickly snapped out of it when you left. Now to wait for tonight.

Finally off of work, Steven rushes to his place to freshen up. His work clothes were a bit messy, he couldn't let you see him like this. Quickly, he put on a casual outfit that still made him look decently attractive. He made his way to your house in a hurry, excited to see you but hoping he wasn't late. He knocked on the door slightly and focused on the doorknob. You opened the door, looking at Stevens messy hair. He didn't care about his hair, he was able to see you again, this time in a short top and some flowy shorts. "Steven, come on in I've got evey thing ready" You welcomed him in watching his eyes scan you, then the room. Your mind's been running wild as well. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his curls, lightly tugging them. You looked over at Steven who was standing awkwardly next to the couch, clearly scared to mess something up. You mustered up the courage to grab his hand and pull him next to you on the couch. You've never actually touched his hand so you never noticed how soft they were. His face was slowly turning red, along with his hands. "Steven... I know I invited you here to watch a movie but there's something else" He almost couldn't sit up on his own hearing that sentence. Was it something he did? He said? Something he didn't do or say? "I.. For the longest time I've always had a crush on you. We've known each other for a while now and I thought today now that we're alone would be a good time to say..." Stevens eyes darted to your lips as you uttered a phrase. "I love you" .

Luckily you saw right through him and quickly kissed him, savoring the bit of leftover peach chapstick he had from earlier. He pulled away slowly, catching his breath. "...I've wanted to do that for so long, you have no clue." He quickly kissed you again, but with more hunger. He nibbled on your bottom lip a bit, not enough to hurt you. His hands traveled to your back, pulling you closer to him and straddling him. You finally got your wish and tugged his messy curls, making him look up at you. He moaned quietly, struggling to keep eye contact with you. He's always wanted to be dominated by you in hopes of awakening some new interests in him. You kissed down his neck, sucking on certain spots to make dark marks. Steven shut his eyes lightly and let out a small whimper in pleasure. Must have found the spot. You leaned your body into him further, slowly grinding on his lap. "I-i've never felt this way before." He stuttered a bit, still feeling your lips on his skin. "I could help you out, I've got some experience" You got off his lap as his eyes followed you. You undid his belt, jeans button and zipper, but kept his pants up. You stared at Steven as you slowly rubbed his buldge, his eyebrows raising in surprise. You kissed him again, making him focus on your lips instead of your hands. You starting to grip at his pants slowly, making him bite your lip. "I need a favor from you, Steven" He looked up at you with his pathetic doe eyes, willing to do anything you asked. "Try not to make any noise, I think I heard the neighbors come in." He nodded,still staring at you. You were lying, no one was home. You just wanted to see how long he'd last trying to keep quiet. You continued rubbing and gripping his buldge watching his eyes try and track your hands. His chest rose up and down quickly, clearly needy. You realized your hand wasn't doing enough so you got back on top of him and began grinding on his lap. "O-oh gosh" you smirked, knowing you'd get this reaction from the poor man. You shifted your weight towards his hips, making him whimper.Steven has thought about you this way and he was ashamed, but now that he has you to please him, even just for today, he's the happiest man in the world. You felt him twitch under you, as he gripped the couch cushions. "A little longer, ok baby?" You praised him up and down the wall, driving him crazy. "You're doing so good for me, just be patient,ok?"Stevens muffled whimpers and whines echoed through the room. You loved seeing him like this, Steven hated to admit it but he did as well. "Love, I-i'm gonna-oh gosh-please.." He gripped your waist tightly, burying his face in your neck. "Are you gonna cum in your pants, love? It's ok just hold on a little longer, ok?" You ran your fingers through is messy curls, lightly tugging at them. You earned a low moan from Steven, his lower half driving him insane. "Please let me cum, please I love you so much...." Hearing him beg so desperately almost made you cum yourself,but you were too focused on letting him finish."I'll let you cum, but I want to hear you loud and clear" His eyes widened, remembering what his one rule was. "But what about the neighbors, I don't want them to know what we're doing..mainly me" you kissed his neck lightly. "I'll leave you just like this if I don't hear you, I know you can do it".You snaked your hand in his shirt, feeling the soft abs that were hidden under the shirt. Steven threw his his head back, beginning to feel the peak of his high. "Can I please cum I'll be as loud as you want, please darling oh my gosh." You nodded, pulling his head up to hear him better. He thanked you, letting out loud, high pitched moans. If he were any louder, you could probably hear him down the halls. You felt his cum leak through his jeans and onto your shorts. You would've licked it up but poor baby's had enough for one night.

Steven draped his hands over your shoulder,finally able to pull himself together. "Oh bollocks, um, sorry it's so much I didn't know-" You looked down at the cum still dripping from the zipper of his pants. You lightly smiled and looked at a bright red,clearly embarrassed Steven. "It's alright, love. Nothing a bit of cleaning can't fix." You kissed him lovingly, cherishing every part of him. "So,would you be willing to go on a proper date some time? One where we aren't on my living room couch." You smiled, waiting for Steven to answer your question.He was still kind of out of breath but tried his best to answer.

"I would love to.. "

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[lazywriters-blog]

CRUSH-KILL

YANDERE EREN JEAGER

Warning: Mentions of suicide, suicidal and unhinged yandere, forced marriage? May contain triggering content, homicide. [MODERN AU] What's this version of eren called again? Himbo?

Summary: Her crush certainly didn't harbour the most good of feelings towards her.

Her crush no longer appeared the same.

Back in high school, things were simpler. She had been a witness to many happenings, many conflicts, many ups and downs, but the boy she was attentively eyeing seemed to have gotten the harsher end. He had shrunk inward from whatever nagged him, brown hairs longer than she remembered peaking out his cap, energy and eagerness drained from his green eye.

She had to wonder, what went wrong?

He turned towards her, and they met eyes for a brief moment before she pushed herself to the other side of the mall, hurrying over with a racing heart. Playing pretend as she inspected the kitchenware to oust the brunette's gaze still lingering around her.

She had no guts to even look at him.

Terrifying herself when she overturned her heel to catch sight of him a few shelves away from her, the black hoodie concealing away his facial contour. She had to leave. Whatever embarrassment she had endured was far enough for a day, putting down the yellow cup and jogging down to the check-out counter, she quietly stood in line.

Nervously glancing around as the cashier scanned the products, slightly curling within herself when he walked out of the kitchen section and straight towards her. She gulped, trying to think best and soundly in her excessive unease. He stopped close to her, a strong smell of cologne plaguing her senses, she wordlessly urged everything to finish soon.

Despite being well past her youth days, she's still somewhat of a clumsy and prudent gal, however, something was different about the feeling blooming within her chest, a tang of dread, a pinch of adrenaline, and a bitterness of fear. Mistakes were made and she almost ignored the cashier telling her to pay, she felt warm upon that realisation, she had to quickly gather her purchases and speedwalk out of the mall.

When she's safe inside her car, she remains still for a moment, lost in thoughts of her long-lost crush, concluding that perhaps the rumours around her school during his sudden withdrawal, she had heard he had been caught doing drugs, she doesn't know how ethical that info was, unfortunately, after seeing him, she might have believed it.

As sad as it was, she shouldn't be ignorant.

She started the engine and drove her way home in eerie silence. Abandoning the memories of the past till the time came to reminisce.

She had reached home an hour ago, begrudgingly washing the last of her dishes and preparing a hasty meal, items she brought from the store sat atop her dining table, a constant eye-catching colour to her beige and orange living room, her house was amicable, pondering the last time she had guests.

And seemingly, her wish was answered.

She glanced to the entrance, the doorbell only rang once and she got up leaving the dirty plates in the sink and quickly running to see who she had kept waiting for a minute.

Their eyes met, and she is stunned for a moment, his brown hair wasn't bundled in his hood and she noticed his left eye, cleanly wrapped in bandages. She hadn't suitably seen it before.

"Oh-... Hello eren." She probably looked like a fish out of water staring at him, because what were the chances he'd come to visit her on the same day they barely met?

"Hey..." He replied, she could almost distinguish how different it sounded now, sapped of enthusiasm, deeper and Huskier, and something seemed a little amiss.

"Um... Please come in." Snapping herself out of her daze and a gut-wrenching feeling of dread she briefly stepped aside, watching the man enter and wait for her to accompany him inside. She smiled, gesturing for him to sit down while she positioned herself a few distances away from him.

"Can I get you something?" She softly asked, and he looked up, and down again once he saw her expression, "... Water is fine." He said. She rushed ahead to see things done.

As she settled down the clear glass on the table in front of him, she observed how he stared at it in earnest, not inclined to bend towards it yet. He rotated his face to hers, and she vividly sees the dullness evading the boy on who she had grown a tiny crush. A crush that came with an expiry date.

"You have a nice place..." He wondered out loud, maintaining the indifferent tone in his voice and face, despite the obvious signs that something wasn't right with him she smiled, "thank you."

"Do you live alone?" He asked, she paused, swiftly replying with a "no." She had lied.

"Who do you live with?" He asked again. This time, she shortly answered, "with my parents. They just left a moment ago, you barely missed them." She responded and he didn't pry anymore, his grown hair covering the sides of his face as he slightly leaned forward and lowered his head.

"When will they come back?" He suddenly inquired after silence had passed, they both maintained eye contact as she opened her lips, "shouldn't take too long, did you want to talk with them?" She interrogated, eyeing him curiously, he shook his head, "no... Would have been nice to see them." He shrugged, gazing down at the concealed floorboards, donning a frown and permitting the tension to swallow them whole.

"I see..."

"How is Mikasa?" She added soon after recalling the black-haired girl who followed him around like a second shadow, "she's... Alright, I guess."

It was brief but the frown on his lips grew tighter and his grip around his hand forged crevices in his skin.

"That's good to hear. I'm kinda surprised she didn't come with you. You two were inseparable and Armin too " she grinned remembering bittersweet memories, she stole a peek at the silenced man and found him stiff and reticent to reciprocate her sentiment.

"I haven't been in touch with them for a while so... I don't know." He answered, and she nodded, not daring to press him for a proper response.

"I just got discharged from a mental hospital." He quietly begins, slowly pulling his gaze up from his shoe and looking at her.

"I'm glad to see you are doing well now." She reassured with polite eyes, figuring it was too soon to put pressure on an open wound. He didn't seem to react, his facial features remained intact. Not a single muscle moved.

To place her gaze elsewhere, she anxiously darted her attention to the ticking clock on the wall.

"It's almost time for dinner, would you like to have some with me?" She implored, hoping she didn't come across as mean by changing the topic she had avoided discussing or interfering with.

He didn't say anything. Simply stared at the wall in front of him with disturbed eyes, drawing in shallow breaths and dismissing her query in favour of an unquiet notion.

"I killed someone." He released his breath, facing her slowly and carefully, drinking in the smallest shift manifesting on her face, her mind still comprehending the abrupt and cold realisation of what he had just disclosed.

"Who... Who did you kill?" She nervously raised a question, peering up at the man, her shoulders closing in to protect her from harm subconsciously.

He didn't say anything.

Her heartbeat paced up and she held in her breath, unable to bring her frightened eyes away from him.

"Eren... You are scaring me, what's going on?" She muttered, ready to bolt and hide if things come to it.

"I'm sorry." He spoke, the hand he had placed inside the pockets of his hood mere moments ago withdrew a box cutter, instantly spelling out danger. She rushed out the hall, ignoring the man charging at her from behind until he slammed her to the ground and resisted most of her squirms and struggles.

Dragging her arm back, he placed his knee on them, his hand reaching inside his pocket to fish out another item. Forcing the cloth in-between her mouth, his stomach churning at the sight of her tears, he immediately picked her up, along with more squabbles and heartbreak, he stopped in front of her room and walked straight in, tossing her on the bed while he retraced his steps back to lock the door.

She, on the other hand, attempted to race towards the window, wanting to escape far more than trying to take off her restraint. He was impressed.

However, she was easier to heave back after he had gotten a strong hold on her waist, he resettled her down on the mattress, keeping a threatening grasp on her thigh while he darkly gazed into her eyes, "shh." He whispered, enjoying the subtle way she grew docile and aware, he added, "I know this might not have been how you imagined it but, this was all I could think of." He softly grumbled, gently caressing her fingers with his other hand.

"I'm going to die soon." He confessed, resting his head on her lap as he chokes in a breath, "I don't want to be by myself." He uttered, "I want to marry you."

He closed the gap between them, admiring her teary eyes and red nose, he near her lips, and she denies him any closure, turning her head to the right and refusing to make eye contact. He laughed in glum and looked down as he clutches her shoulder.

"I should make you my bride first... Right?" He mumbled, and soon, he unhurriedly took out a ring. Grabbing her hand and wordlessly idolizing how good it would look on her finger. He grinned, sliding the ring on her index finger and stopping for a moment to laugh and stroke her skin, "now, we're officially husband and wife, right?" He whimpered, moving in close and grabbing her neck in case she changed course at the last second.

And finally, their lips connected, hers was tense and stiff and all he wanted was to open her lips and share a passionate kiss. This was all he wanted.

As she was busy refuting him, his hand plucked back the box cutter he had purchased from the store and fixed it against the tender surface of her neck, she gasped. Felt the blade dig into her skin, and somehow she knew.

She wasn't going to make it alive.

[reallydumbdannyphantomaus]

Reset

Valerie, Paulina, and Danny are stuck in a time loop as the end of the world looms. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (ao3) (p.s. if you read an earlier version of this already, this is a longer and more complete first chapter, tho the first section is almost entirely the same) also tagging @not-your-average-url since they specifically requested it

Loop 0

"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic?" Paulina snapped her compact mirror closed, meeting Valerie's glare with her own, just as fierce. "Now we're both in trouble."

"Don't say shit about my dad, then," Valerie said, fingers clenching at her side, "and we won't have a problem."

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true."

"My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched."

Stuck between them outside Principal Ishiyama's office, Danny sighed. Sam and Tucker were right: he'd developed too much of a "hero" thing. Jumping in the middle of Valerie and Paulina's fight to break it up only got him sent to the office as well. He should've left well enough alone, but it was too late now.

"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."

Danny groaned. It was the end of the school day. The last bell was about to ring. And here he was, trapped between two angry former crushes.

"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose where his headache pounded. He just wanted to go home and pass out. Between Skulker and his homework, he'd only gotten about an hour's worth of sleep last night.

Paulina scoffed. "Whatever, Fenton."

Valerie turned her glare on him. "I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."

"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"

A wisp of blue air escaped his mouth just as the world exploded in light and noise and pain.

Loop 1

Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.

The world came into focus bit by bit, as the jackrabbit pace of his heart slowed to a normal pace. Danny could make out the glow-in-the-dark stars over his bed, faintly shining in the morning light.

“Danny, if you’re not ready in 15 minutes, you can take the bus to school! I’m not waiting!” Jazz yelled on the other side of his door. 

“Uh, okay!” he yelled back, trying to keep his voice from quivering. Was it… a dream? It all felt so real, so normal, even, right until the end…

The smell of burning bread wafted into his room. Mom burned her toast again. She burned it in his dream, too, but she burned it most days. That didn’t mean anything. Had Jazz yelled at him in the dream? He wasn’t sure. He’d been pretty sleep deprived so a lot of the day was pretty fuzzy.

He had the strangest sense of deja vu the whole day. When he got to school, Dash knocked into him in the hallway and sent him crashing into the locker. This happened most days. Less common was Sam shouting “Douche Baxter!” after him. She’d said that in the dream, too.

“New nickname?” he said.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess. I mean, it fits him well enough, right?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah.”

Sam frowned. “Are you okay? He didn’t actually hurt you, did he?”

Danny waved her off. “Nah, Skulker gave me worse last night. Just some… weird deja vu.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Okay, well. If you change your mind…”

“You and Tuck will be the first to know, I promise.”

“Good.”

The rest of the day wasn’t any better. Dash stumbled over the same presentation on the industrial revolution he vaguely remembered sleeping through in his dream. The cafeteria served the same almost-crunchy tuna noodle casserole. Mikey slipped in the same puddle after one of the football players removed the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign.

“I think I’m going crazy,” he said as Nathan helped to pick Mikey up off the floor.

“And this is news?” Tucker said. Sam elbowed him. “Ow.”

“What he means is: what makes you say that?”

“I just—I had this dream last night, and I think it’s… coming true?”

“Like a prophetic vision?”

“Something like that. Like, in my dream, Mikey slipped in the puddle just like that.”

“So?” Tucker said through a mouthful of his turkey sandwich. “Mikey falls all the time.”

“It’s not just that. It’s—I swear I heard you call Dash ‘Douche Baxter’ in the dream too. And I heard his presentation, too.”

Sam sat back in her seat, humming thoughtfully. “What else happened in the dream? If we are living your dream, then what happens next?”

“Ugh, I don’t know. I only remember bits and pieces. The next thing I remember for sure happening is Valerie and Paulina getting into a fight in seventh period.”

Tucker laughed. “Oh, I’m putting money on Valerie to win that fight. A hundred percent.”

“Okay, well how about this: if the fight happens, then you’ve got some weird prophetic vision going on. If it doesn’t, then it’s just a weird dream.”

“Works for me,” Tucker said around another mouthful.

“I guess,” Danny said. The ending of his dream played on a loop in his head. He was pretty sure they’d died there at the end.

He really hoped Valerie and Paulina didn’t fight in seventh period English.

The clock ticked interminably slow the rest of the day. Every sound made him jump. He turned his head at every movement. Every word spoken was checked against the catalog in his head of his half-remembered dream. He second-guessed everything that happened around him. Had Kwan sat down quite so heavily in his dream? Did Star ask that question? Yes, she definitely had. He remembered it. Right?

As the bell rang for seventh period, every muscle in his body ached with the strain of being held in tension for so long. In his dream, Valerie and Paulina had got up to fight almost immediately after the bell rang. Lancer hadn’t even gotten class started yet.

He eased himself into his seat, staring between Valerie and Paulina, both of whom seemed… set on ignoring each other. His eyes darted back and forth, but neither of them even looked at the other. Lancer moved to the front of the classroom and wrote The Scarlet Letter on the board and the two girls were both still staring at their desks.

Danny let out a sigh of relief. It was just a dream after all.

Lancer’s class passed in a blur. He pillowed his arms on his desk and let the teacher’s low drone lull him.

As he had almost passed out, he gasped as the cool mist of his ghost sense escaped him. He looked out the window to see something bright and green and burning race toward the classroom. He stood. Paulina screamed.

The world exploded again.

Loop 2

Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.

—

Loop 0

Sometimes, Valerie couldn’t believe she was ever friends with Paulina Sanchez.

She wasn’t always this girl, was she? She wasn’t always someone who dragged everyone down to make sure that she was always on the top, right? At some point, the two of them were just normal, everyday friends.

Weren’t they?

Over Danny’s head, Valerie glared at Paulina, who was fixing her makeup. Whatever the past, the present reality was that Valerie was no longer Paulina’s friend, which apparently meant that she was now Paulina’s target.

She could handle it, though. She would never be favored by school administrators in a fight regardless of the context, so she had gotten excellent at not reacting.

Until Paulina brought her dad into it.

Valerie clenched her fist at the thought. Damon Gray had always been kind to Paulina. She’d even told Valerie once that he was more of a father to her than her own dad. He didn’t deserve the words that came out of Paulina’s mouth.

"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."

“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”

Danny cringed between them. Poor guy, getting stuck in this mess. He really should’ve just let her go to town on Paulina rather than getting in the way.

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”

"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."

"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" Danny finally spoke up, a heavy layer of exhaustion in his voice. Valerie had no idea why he insisted on staying up so late every night, but it clearly took its toll on him. She was pretty sure she’d seen him dozing in each of the three classes they shared.

Still, she didn’t need his help with Paulina. It was her own problem.

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."

"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"

Danny gasped mid-sentence, and the world erupted.

Loop 1

Valerie jolted awake.

Cold sweat stuck the old Humpty Dumpty t-shirt she slept in to her back. Each breath came out as a stuttering gasp. She pounded her chest with her fist, desperate to get some control over her breathing.

A knock on her door. Her father’s exhausted voice. “Val, I’m heading to bed. Have a good day at school, sweetheart. I’ll see you for dinner? My shift starts at 8, can you be home in time?”

Valerie took a deep breath. Then another.

“Val?”

“Yeah!” she said, keeping her voice more-or-less stable. “Yeah I can—I can make it.”

“Good. Good morning!” he said with a chuckle. It was her dad’s new favorite joke: now that he worked the night shift and went to bed in the morning, he said “good morning” the same way most people said “good night”.

She heard the soft click of his door closing and let out another halting breath. It was 7:15 AM. School started in an hour. Last she remembered, school had blown up.

She got ready in a haze, showering, getting dressed, eating. She packed up her homework that she’d done two nights ago (last night? Was that whole day a dream? A vision?) and changed into her Red Huntress armor. Elmerton was a ways out of Amity Park proper and it had its own high school. Dad, though, had taken one look inside it and its broken lockers and moldy ceilings and marched right back out.

So she still went to Casper High, despite the commute. Besides, her dad had said, he didn’t want her to leave all her friends.

(She hadn’t yet figured out how to tell him that only Star would still talk to her, that Paulina and Kwan and Dash had dropped her like a sack of potatoes at the first sign of trouble. Kwan had come up to her and apologized two months ago, but she wasn’t ready to forgive so easily. She held grudges like it was going out of style. Ask Phantom.)

So she covered up her Huntress activities with stories of going to Paulina’s house. She got to hunt ghosts and protect the town, and her dad got to think that she was living a normal teenage life. It worked out for both of them.

Flying to school cut down on her commute a lot, too. Instead of 45 minutes, she could get over there in just 20 minutes, 15 if she booked it. And today was a “book it” kind of day, if only to get through the weirdness as fast as possible.

Unfortunately, the weirdness kept coming. At her locker, she heard Sam Manson’s shout of “Douche Baxter” just before Dash jogged past, laughing at what looked to be Danny Fenton, picking himself up off the floor. Typical Dash, except it happened the same way in her dream.

Nathan came up to her in third period. He did that a lot, too, but he didn’t usually do it with yellow roses—except he did today and in her dream. Mikey slipped and fell in the cafeteria, again; Tyson, one of the football player who used to jokingly flirt with her, moved the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign just in time to Mikey to walk by. Coach Tetslaff gave Tucker Foley detention for being on his phone. Again.

None of this was odd behavior, except it had happened the exact same way in her dream.

“C’mon Val, keep it together,” she whispered to herself. “This doesn’t mean anything. It could just be a crazy coincidence.”

The only thing in her dream that wasn’t common was the fight with Paulina. Paulina was often mean, but she had never come for her dad like that before. Valerie had always thought they had an understanding that Damon Gray, at the very least, was off-limits. If Paulina said the same things to her in seventh period English, then she’d know for sure something was up.

(She ignored the voice in her head that said that would be too late.)

So when English came around and Paulina couldn’t even look at her, she breathed a sigh of relief. As Lancer launched into his lecture, she glanced around the room. There was Paulina, staring at her desk, scribbling notes. Kwan, behind her, drumming his fingers on the desktop, humming something under his breath. Danny, behind him, head pillowed on his arms, not even pretending to pay attention. She smiled a little; maybe they hadn’t worked out, but he was still pretty cute when he was sleeping.

It happened like this: Danny gasped. She turned to the window to see something radiating green and fast approaching. Paulina screamed.

The world exploded again.

Loop 2

Valerie jolted awake.

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Loop 0

"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."

Paulina dabbed the finishing touches of her foundation before snapping her compact mirror closed. Her cheekbone still throbbed where Valerie had gotten in one good punch before Fenton got in between them. It would probably bruise later, but Paulina was determined that no one but her would ever see it.

“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”

Well, if Valerie would’ve ever reacted to the other things she said, then she wouldn’t have had to go after Mr. Gray. And besides—

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

Valerie clenched her fist like she was going to hit her again. Paulina half-hoped she would, so that maybe she could come off as just the victim in this. She really didn’t want to deal with her papi if he found out about this little adventure to Principal Ishiyama’s office.

“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”

"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."

"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" There was Fenton, butting in again. For such a loser, he seemed to have a real problem minding his own business.

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."

"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"

Fenton gasped. She was conscious of something ripping her apart, then she was conscious of nothing at all.

Loop 1

Paulina screamed into awareness.

The numbers on her alarm clock read 7:15—15 minutes before she usually got up. One of her proudest achievements was when she perfected her 10 minute makeup routine, meaning she could get ready for the day with only 45 minutes before the first bell.

This was the first thought on her mind as she calmed her racing heart. Not whatever strange nightmare had woken her up, but that fact that it had robbed her now of her most precious, fought-for, extra 15 minutes of sleep.

She groaned aloud, flopping back in bed and squeezing her eyes shut, like she could go back to sleep through sheer force of will. After a minute, it became obvious that she was still too shaken to doze off again. She flipped off her alarm and, pushing herself to her feet, began her morning routine.

She showered. She ate breakfast—Honey Nut Cheerios, except they were almost out. She’d have to remind Alma to pick up more on her next trip to the store. She did her makeup, adding a little flare in her eyeliner and eyeshadow, since she had the extra time. She put on the outfit she’d laid out last night, careful not to smudge anything, got in her custom-made pink convertible, and left for school.

Later, Paulina would never quite admit how long it took her to notice anything was wrong. In her defense, her days had long since melted into a blur. She barely knew where one ended and the other began in a normal situation.

It wasn’t until Mikey slipped in the cafeteria that she caught on.

Mikey fell, often. But Tyson wasn’t usually the one who messed with him; this was something new. After he stole the sign and Mikey ate it, Paulina watched Tyson look directly at Dash, an odd little blush on his face as the other boy laughed.

Oh, Paulina thought, I’ve seen this before.

In her dream, she’d thought it weird that Tyson was trying so hard to get Dash’s attention when he could clearly do better. She noticed it because it wasn’t normal behavior. This wasn’t an everyday thing. For something like this to happen both in her dream and in her life was just… too weird.

She ran the events of her dream back through her head. Most of the day was the kind of unremarkable that she couldn’t remember for the life of her, except for right now and—

And the end. The fight with Valerie, Fenton intervening. 

Her dying.

Well, if it was some fucked-up prophecy, she just had to keep it from coming true, right? She instigated the fight with Valerie there in English. She was big enough to admit that that part was on her. So then all she had to do was keep her big mouth shut and her dream wouldn’t happen.

Easy-peasy.

She couldn’t quite keep her hands from shaking through the latter half of the day. Every second was too long and not long enough. When she finally walked through the door of Lancer’s classroom, she nearly fell into her seat.

“Are you okay?” Kwan whispered from behind her. She coughed out something like a laugh.

The bell saved her from having to give an actual answer as Lancer ushered them all into their seats to begin his lecture. Paulina stared at her desk the whole time, avoiding Valerie’s desk at all costs. She scribbled on a piece of paper just to have something to do with her hands.

And… nothing. Valerie said nothing to her. A quick peek behind her revealed Fenton sleeping at his desk (as always). The tap-tap-tap of Kwan’s fingers on the desk between them kept pace with her beating heart.

She dared for a moment to think it was safe.

Then Fenton gasped. A green light overtook the classroom. She screamed as the world exploded again.

Loop 2

Paulina screamed into awareness.

[aetheternity]

Why you stood them up ft the Aot men

Characters in this work: Eren, Armin, Jean.

Disclaimer: Finally having enough of their shenanigans you stand them up when the two of you were supposed to have a date. Technically speaking this isn't labeled as fem reader but Eren's heavily implies that reader is female at least for his section.

A/N: Its been a minute since I wrote something non sexual and angsty for y'all. Plus I'm a little burnt out with all the smut hopefully this helps me.

Eren:

☆ It was hard to deny that you'd been on the fence from the start when Eren had first asked you out.

☆ The first time, the second time and especially the third.

☆ But in your defense you'd seen the way girls looked at him even some of the guys. The way everyone talked about him and even worse the way his best friend, Mikasa had always been constantly on top of him. Even his friend Jean had warned you about the kind of person he was.

☆ So you'd stayed on the fence and you wouldn't have eventually said yes at all if it weren't for one of the days you'd met him outside of class. He'd stopped all the little text messages he used to send throughout the day stopped giving you little gifts and stopped showing up to your dorm unannounced with food. (Though that last one you couldn't help but enjoy a little.)

☆ It'd been drizzling all day and even now when it'd stopped the smell still lingered and the dark grey cast across the sky. You'd noticed that Eren hadn't shown up for class so you opted to take him your notes so he wouldn't fall behind.

☆ On your way to his dorm however you spotted him seated on a bench, phone in hand aimlessly scrolling through what was probably his messages. Despite the bench dripping in the lasts of the warm rain that'd passed he didn't seem even slightly phased by it. Hoodie snug against his head, covering long untied strands of brown hair.

☆ "Waiting for someone?" You ask as you approach.

☆ He snaps his head in your direction. The ghost of a smile forming and dying on his lips before he's back to staring down at his phone. "Just trying to buy time." He responds

☆ "And to do that means not heading to class." You place your textbook flat on the soaked bench, seating yourself uncomfortably on top of it.

☆ He shook his head, "Didn't really feel like going today."

☆ You sensed a stiffness in his tone and you almost let yourself leave it alone but.. "Why?" It falls off your lips before your brain can catch up.

☆ He lets a sigh leave his nose, shifting so that he could turn his body in your direction. The sudden movement making you squeeze your knees, flinching as those hard sapphire irises land on you. "I know what you think of me."

☆ "Oh."

☆ "I know the girls and guys talk." He promptly continues "I'm not going to tell you to go out with me because I'm not that guy. I am that guy. I just wish there was something I could do to get you to not worry about that stuff but you're allowed to feel however you want so I'm not going to keep pushing it."

☆ "Are you suggesting this is you giving up? Like genuinely?"

☆ He huffs, cracking his knuckles with one hand. "You've made me look so desperate over these past couple weeks." He lightly chuckles

☆ "That's cause you're not used to being told no." You poke at his shoulder.

☆ "But I do.. I really like you.. genuinely."

☆ When you don't speak he falls silent too. A long break in the conversation soon forming as a soft drizzle began to set around you. Pleasant winds sweeping damp leaves into disorganized piles and you watched them for a minute a little aware of how under dressed you were for this weather by the shiver that set in the tail of your spine.

☆ "It doesn't have to be a date but.." You can practically see his metaphorical tail wag as you mumble out a sentence. "Let's go out somewhere nice and we can just spend time together, like friends.. if it goes well.. then who knows."

☆ You must have been shivering a lot because Eren with zero hesitation slipped his hoodie off and wrapped it around your shoulders. Pulling the sides snuggly around you before placing the damp hood atop your head. It was incredibly hard to deny that his hoodie was comforting, filled with his body heat and a scent so perfectly Eren that nicely paired with the rain water.

☆ "I'll text you tonight." He said as he slipped off the bench, he quickly leaned forward giving your forehead a gentle peck walking away faster than you'd ever seen him go.

☆ A bit of flirtatious bickering over text lead the two of you to planning a friend date for a couple weeks after your tests would be over. A nice sort of celebration dinner and then a meet up with all your other friends that same evening for drinks and the sharing of everyone's perceptions of how well they did.

☆ Even though it wasn't a real date a part of you did begin to feel a sense of enthusiasm over the whole ordeal. Girls across campus had always flocked to Eren, even now they still bothered him constantly. But he for once seemed uninterested even walked away immediately, spending almost all of his free time in your dorm room until curfew.

☆ On one of the nights he'd come over the heat had gone out and the two of you opted to share a blanket. It'd been so comforting resting in the heat of his chest and the lull of his heartbeat. So much so that when he leaned in to kiss you, you couldn't refuse. Hand to his cheek, chasing his lips because they tasted of spearmint.

☆ After his departure that night you pondered over the situation. Encasing yourself in his hoodie with the blankets tugged over your head and your face buried in your pillow. Just until you'd worked up enough vulnerability to text him that a normal date might be fine and if he still wanted to consider it. Surprised by his lack of response the rest of the night seeing as he'd always text you goodnight at least.

☆ A day before the date you'd headed over to Jean's room for a little company. Puzzled by a lack of Connie especially at this hour.

☆ "Ah, him and Armin hit up a mixer." Your eyes must have given you away because he nodded before saying, "I'm just as shocked as you are." He handed you a cup of juice and you happily took it cupping the cold glass with both hands.

☆ "So, you and Eren still going on that friend date thing tomorrow?"

☆ Eren had never specified during any of your more recent talks that he'd prefer an actual date like you'd stated in your text the night of your kiss. So it seemed it was going to be a friend date. You'd thought about having a conversation about it with him in person but the idea of prying this further made you uneasy.

☆ "Yeah did he talk with you about it?"

☆ "Not much." Jean replied "I think he talked to Armin about it more than me. Said he had to get that girl he's been showing around campus as of recent after and that he planned on bringing her to the party Sasha planned for our last day of testing."

☆ Your jaw tensed, "Girl? What girl? He never told me about that."

☆ Jean gulps his drink. "How have you not seen her? She's been with him all week, apparently she was thinking of transferring here next year. She's some friend of Armin's. I think her name's Annie?" Jean scrolled through his phone for a couple seconds before flipping it around for you to see the screen. Lo and behold a picture of a girl shorter than Eren, blond hair and blue eyes walking by his side was positioned for you to see. Two backpacks in his grasp. The two of them clearly conversing happily.

☆ "I.. I'm gonna head out. Thanks for the juice, Jean."

☆ His hand snagged yours just as you tugged your belongings up and into your bag. "Hey, you ok?" He asked

☆ "Yup, can you tell Sasha I'm not going to attend the party tomorrow? Thanks." Before he could answer you walked out the door quickly heading back to your dorm building.

☆ The entire next day you stayed locked in your dorm room. Not even bothering to go to class. Your pillow stuffed between your thighs as you stared up at the ceiling.

☆ When you'd finally bothered to flip your phone on at around one pm you were greeted with six missed calls all from Eren. Twelve texts, eight from Eren, three from Jean and one from Sasha. All of which you ignored.

☆ Everyone that wanted you was probably going to try to come knocking on your door anyway.

Armin:

☆ Armin had always been the guy you wanted but could never have. You'd always assumed he'd never want you back.

☆ It wasn't like he had a high social standing though. Average height, ignored a bit by the girls, hung out with mostly guys if not he was off by himself reading a book or making little doodles in his binder. On certain occasions he'd even have a stubby eraser and a stick of charcoal.

☆ Which should've been good for you seeing as you had plenty of time to walk up to him and say Hi or any other introduction but getting past a hi had overcomplicated your brain and you always decided against it.

☆ Fortunately for you fate had found its way to your side and you and him were randomly paired for a group project. (What kind of project?? Well who knows seeing as you'd stopped paying attention after you were paired with Armin.)

☆ After a while of texting the two of you began to find your rhythm. You'd meet for an hour on weekends, Saturday and Sunday seeing as Armin worked Saturdays and studied as much as possible on both days. It started with drafting out plans in the library together, to finishing a pretty solid draft in the coffee house on campus and eventually it became red bull and caffeine in his dorm room till morning.

☆ "Hey, uh I have something to show you." He explained, flipping his book open

☆ You watched as he sifted through page after page seemingly nervous and jittery but he soon stumbled upon it. He shook the loose page in his book out with one hand before presenting it to you. Your pupils nearly blew out as you stared at what had to be the most beautiful drawing you'd ever seen. And it was of you. Each line of your hair and eyes even the shape of your jaw perfectly accentuated. All polished so brilliantly that to the untrained eye it would seem that you didn't have a single flaw. You weren't quite sure when he could've possibly drawn this but judging by your slack expression and hand holding your face it must have been during the class you shared.

☆ "Um." He caught your attention and you realized just how long you'd been staring at it. "I'm sorry, it's kind of creepy.." He lifted his hand to take the piece but you pushed it away.

☆ "This is beautiful, Armin." You said "I love it."

☆ "Really?" His blue irises sparkled with contempt. And it was now that you got a proper look at his hands. The prominent stains from pencil and most likely the charcoal he sometimes carried clear on his wrist and fingertips.

☆ "How long did this take?"

☆ "A few weeks give or take. I knew I wanted to draw you but I didn't know how to ask and what started as a small doodle became.." He pointed to the portrait still in your possession.

☆ "But why me?"

☆ He quickly cleared his throat shuffling with his binder. He flipped it close awkwardly tapping the pages sticking out before admitting, "I kinda like you, Name. And uh.. I haven't liked anyone in a really long time."

☆ Your breath stuck in your throat and before you'd even acknowledged the action you leaned in, gentle lips brushing over his soft cheek. "I like you too." Your whispered tone replied

☆ The tinge of his breath against the top of your head made you skin tingle and he sifted his fingers through yours laying his cheek upon your scalp. "What do we do now?" He questioned after a while. "I haven't confessed to someone in a long time.."

☆ "I'd like to go on a date with you."

☆ "Really?"

☆ You giggle shifting so that you can look into his eyes. Even though you're getting increasingly close to his face he doesn't flinch or back away. "Let's go soon ok."

☆ "Y-yeah."

☆ The weight of his face in your palms makes your skin that much warmer and when you lean into his lips he kisses you back like he's worried you'll break. Or maybe he just can't wrap his brain around you and him yet.

☆ "I'll schedule sometime soon, wait for me a bit." He acknowledges sliding his thumb back and forth against the back of your hand.

☆ After a couple of weeks your group project had been completed and the two of you had time to set a proper time for your date. Or well you'd assumed but you often ended up suggesting a time to him only for him to admit that he already had prior duties in that place.

☆ It took an almost frustrating amount of time but finally, finally an entire month and a half later a spot opened in his schedule for you and the two of you had a proper date set. Well it wasn't as though the two of you hadn't hung out aside from the date you'd been planning it just never seemed to be just the two of you. But now the two of you had completely weathered the storm and the night before the date you'd been so giddy that you'd spent an entire two hours on the phone with him color coordinating so you'd match up until nearly three am.

☆ It was a pretty simple date idea that he'd came up with. Breakfast at the café on campus right before your class started since he didn't have a class till much later. Simple but you couldn't begin to complain.

☆ That morning you'd woken up two ours before the two of you were supposed to meet. Even before your alarm went off and spent an hour and thirty minutes just trying prissing yourself up even though you genuinely did need that much time. After that it took a lot of your restraint to take your time walking but you'd managed to whittle it down to about ten minutes before you'd both agreed on.

☆ The café was warm and inviting mildly crowded so you'd taken a spot by the window, in the perfect view for Armin to see you when he walked up. You tried not staring at your phone wanting to give him you full attention the second he walked in the door but after ten minutes it was near impossible not to check. After thirty minutes worry had struck you hard enough to make a couple calls and by an hour you'd simply left the café with an angry pit forming in your stomach.

☆ That night you received a melody of texts and calls from Armin who briefly explained that he'd overslept and as much as you retained anger you ultimately sought to brush it aside and choose forgiveness.

☆ Glad to know you're not dead at least, You'd texted

☆ Please let me make it up to you please I want to

☆ Same date spot this Saturday You'd told him, you could feel his hesitation through the amount of times the typing sign disappeared on your phone.

☆ One pm good for you? He finally replied

☆ This time you gave him a solid forty minutes counting the time down as you sipped at your straw. Rolling your eyes when not even a text came up on your phone and when he called you that night you were the exact opposite of friendly.

☆ "I really can't properly express how sorry I am. It's just that I had-" And you could practically see his big blue eyes through the receiver.

☆ "I don't want anymore excuses, Armin. Do you even want to go out with me?"

☆ "Yes! Yes of course I do. I'm going to make proper time for you and we will have our date I swear."

☆ The two of you keep up a conversation even though you're in less of a mood and Armin once again promises that the two of you will get together. He plans a date a week later for the two of you to have a library date and as much as you don't want to think it the novelty has completely worn off. You feel past the line of done spending the night before with the frustrating nag just toying with whether or not this would be another situation where you'd end up looking like an idiot.

☆ The morning of, you'd woken up only a couple seconds before the alarm went off and the notification signaling your date with Armin lit up your screen. A grim reminder of what's to come. You knew you didn't have class that morning so your date was the only thing taking up your schedule.

☆ At first you'd tugged your body up from the warm coziness of your bed instantly being assaulted by the nipping morning air. Another minute of genuine thought passed on whether or not leaving your bed could possibly be worth it and you held your head with a tiny groan. Soon after turning your body back to the other side of the bed immediately enjoying the comfort you felt.

Jean:

☆ If you're being completely honest you hadn't been super invested in Jean from the get go.

☆ Don't get you wrong. He was very intelligent, treated you well, great dresser, very funny and well mannered. It was just that even when he'd asked you out you'd felt nothing being around him. And when you'd explained this issue to your friends they'd simply suggested that it was too early to tell seeing as the two of you had only been on one date.

☆ So when he'd texted you (The same night he'd dropped you off which only made you feel worse) to tell you he'd had fun and hoped the two of you could possibly plan another date in the future you'd begrudgingly agreed.

☆ Around a week later Jean had taken you to a farmers market. A very simple date idea but the twist was that he had wanted to enjoy a picnic with you while also being slightly spontaneous so he allowed you to pick out any and everything from the farmers market that you desired. His treat before walking with you through the park, setting up the blanket he'd kept in his car, a picnic basket with a couple other food items, a small rose between the two of you and all the food you'd brought scattered between.

☆ "What'd you think? Not bad for a thrown together date."

☆ You smiled, "It's lovely, don't be so hard on yourself."

☆ He sighed folding his legs, reaching out for the apple cider to pour it into the two glasses he'd packed. "I hope it didn't get too flat." He muttered handing it over before taking his own. "It's such an amazing day today, though.. it's not nearly as amazing as you."

☆ A genuine smile crested over your lips at the soft pink dappling his cheeks. Your eyes absent mindedly trailing over his body. The loose beige shirt he was wearing perfectly accenting his biceps and his overall lean form. The dark green of his belt fitting nicely with the rest of his aesthetic. He was gorgeous so dammed perfect and yet-

☆ "Like what you see?" He grinned, inching closer to you to slink an arm over your shoulders.

☆ "This is really nice, Jean."

☆ "You promise you're enjoying this?" He asked "Because I was thinking about that movie you'd been telling me you never had time to go and see with your friends so I was thinking we could go soon. I mean, I already bought the tickets so hopefully this weekend is good for you. Probably should've made sure you could though-"

☆ "Let's do it." You cut his rambling off. His breath fluttered over your lip as he pressed the quickest peck to your lips, handing you some blueberries he'd purchased for you at the market.

☆ That night you'd facetimed Hange while Levi and Erwin were in the background and at first the mild complaints from Levi and the deep laughter from Erwin made you feel a little bit better but after a while-

☆ "Why don't I like him?" You grumbled as you held your phone above your head. "I mean he's everything you said he'd be Hange! And yet I can't feel a thing."

☆ "It is still technically early." Hange replied

☆ "They've had two dates by this point I'm sure things are only going to get worse. After a while it'll just be Name leading Jean on." Levi interjected

☆ "You can't be sure that'll be the case." Erwin butted in

☆ "Well no.. Name, if you're sure you really don't like Jean it might be time to tell him." Hange said empathically

☆ "But I don't want to break his heart."

☆ "Better now than at the wedding." Levi joked lifting his mug up to his lips in the background.

☆ "Levi." Erwin started

☆ "Don't worry Erwin, In Levi's own twisted mind that was helpful." Hange retorted earning a glare from Levi that made you snicker. "Do it as soon as possible before things stray too out of hand."

☆ On the Saturday you'd agreed to hanging out with Jean on it'd rained. You'd stared at your phone all morning scrolling through the texts Jean had sent you telling you about the seating arrangements in the theater, the snacks he'd brought you in advance (all your favorites) even the time of the showing. The longer you'd pictured that look of sheer disappointment he'd wear when you finally admitted how you felt the worse your stomach pains became.

☆ So you didn't leave the house that day. Just curled up into a ball on the couch allowing the rain pattering over your window to be the only noise you'd listen to for a while.

[faelid]

Karaoke

Changkyun x Reader

WC: 2.1k

Summary: Reader sets aside her dignity to break the ice with the new girl, and Changkyun can't help but be charmed.

You can tell she has a sudden case of crushing regret from the way she hesitates, flipping indecisively between songs, a crease marring her delicate browline. She's already holding the microphone, though.

Too late to back out now. 

She's Hyungwon's new girlfriend, a dancer, you remember from an earlier introduction, but he's not paying attention. He's been doing his level best to rile up Kihyun since the evening started, and he's finally gaining ground, if Kihyun's red face is anything to go by.

She's willowy and graceful, what you'd expect from a professional dancer. She's not showing any of the confidence, though, even in her power outfit - high heels and a flirty handkerchief skirt for a night in? What was she thinking?

It almost - almost - makes you regret your watchfulness, but you take pity on her anyway, because you remember what it's like to be new to the group, not because the guys are idols, but because they're overwhelmingly close.

Well. Maybe some of her panic is related to the whole idol business. You're not sure who picked karaoke night, but after this, you're certain it's safer for them if you never find out.

You wish you'd refilled your glass sooner. You had planned on pacing yourself. Instead you reach for the next available drink, the one someone else has been nursing.

It's whiskey and it makes your eyes water, but it's the lesser of the distasteful things you're about to stomach, so you toss it down without an ounce of reverence.

Changkyun would have been offended. It was a waste of good alcohol. He doesn't notice you slime his drink, though, so you're spared the lecture.

His arm is draped across the couch, busy laughing at Kihyun and Hyungwon’s argument, when you lean up to whisper into his ear.

"You don't get to dump me after this."

He turns to look at you, confusion across his face, but you're already leaving, abandoning your nest at his side. His eyes follow you across the room in disbelief, watch you pick up the other microphone.

Maybe he heard wrong. 

Maybe you didn't spend ten minutes this morning making it abundantly clear that you would not be trying to sing in front of anything other than your bathroom mirror - tonight or ever, thank you very much.

It's too loud in here for him to make out the exchange, but the other girl visibly relaxes at your approach, and he can't help the momentary squeeze in his heart before Hyungwon pulls him back into the conversation to choose sides.

The excuse you give her is one part conspiracy and four parts entirely false. "Do you mind if I sing with you? I lost a bet with Changkyun, and I'll feel a lot better if I can sing with someone else."

She beams back at you, too wide, all white teeth and gratitude, "Of course! I was just trying to pick a song - did you have something in mind?" 

"Anything but aespa." You look pointedly at the section she's hovering over. "Unless you want this party to go 0 - 100 in about ten seconds." You glance over at Jooheon, locked in an intense battle with Minhyuk, and a shudder runs down your spine.

She follows your gaze, but it's clear she doesn't understand.

"...just trust me. It'll get there."

You flip back to the top of the list, the 'most popular', and start making your way down. The songs are kind of boring, but you don't know her well enough to throw your tastes at her.

"Oh! How about this one!" Long manicured nails - you spare a moment's rueful thought to consider your own, chapped and chomped on - punch in a song 20 years out of date, and you forgive her for being so perfectly feminine.

"I love this song." You admit sheepishly, and the barest foundation of a friendship snaps into place over a shared guilty pleasure.

You take some small satisfaction from knowing no one is prepared for what's about to happen, even if it means exposing your clown card, and poke the play button with too much vigor.

Your partner smiles at you as you shimmy along awkwardly to the intro - the song is straight from your 'dancing around the living room in your underwear' repertoire, so you can't resist – but she surprises you by joining in just as uncoordinatedly, and a laugh bubbles out against your will.

Here's the thing: your actual singing? It's bad.

Very, very bad. And not in the way where professing it so brought about a chorus of pitying encouragement and praise, a cover for low esteem. It was the kind of bad that made your audience grateful they didn’t have to say it to your face.

Call it healthy realism. You know your strengths.

The noise that comes out of your mouth? It’s not one of them. Not even the most generous would call it music, though it is enthusiastic. You growl along to the lyrics in a monster voice, and startled heads whip around to look your way.

The other girl’s eyes widen, taken aback, but she doesn’t stop singing. She’d been going for an authentic attempt, scratchy and breathy, the kind that made you dread karaoke nights when you were in school, and you're grateful you’d gone for something obnoxious.

You ignore your audience, especially the slack-jawed shock on Changkyun’s face, carrying on with a wry grin – you know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into.

The pitch drops and you follow, even though it’s a baritone and you’re a high alto at best. Your imitation of a deep voice is deplorable, nowhere near close to the right key, and from the corner of your eye you see Changkyun start to laugh. By the time you get to the chorus, he's in tears and Hyungwon's girlfriend has given up entirely. The two of you are yelling the lyrics like you're riding in the car with the volume on blast, not at all like you're honoring the solemn pasttime known as karaoke.

You don’t stop when the song is over, queuing straight into the next one, without the theatrics this time. It’s another throwback, even more fun to dance to than the last.

On the other side of the room, argument forgotten, Hyungwon is besotted, eyes glued to his girlfriend – clearly still in the honeymoon stage – so it’s Kihyun who looks back and forth from you and Jooheon, blinking rapidly.

“Yah, Changkyun. Did you know you were dating Jooheony?”

Changkyun doesn’t answer right away, mesmerized by the way you bounce around the front of the room, ponytail bobbing. He hides his smile behind the back of his hand as he turns to Kihyun and the pure mischief writ on his face.

“She’s cuter than Jooheon...but only by a little bit.”

The man in question wiggles his eyebrows back at them, beaming. He liked Changkyun’s girlfriend.

She seemed to understand his thoughts, sometimes even before he did. She wasn’t too reserved, either, which was good for his friend. It meant she pulled him out of his shell more.

Most importantly, she made him laugh like he had earlier, unfettered and free.

Changkyun catches your eye, and you throw him a saucy wink as you shout along –

Mamma Mia, here I go again, my my, how can I resist you?

And then you smile at him, for all the world the only people in the room, just for a second, and honestly, he doesn’t know the answer either.

By the time Jooheon takes the stage – and it is a stage, then – you’re thoroughly satisfied with your introduction and only a little embarrassed. You make your way back to perch on the arm of the couch next to Changkyun, and he tugs you into his lap, one arm supporting your waist.

You didn’t realize how natural it’s become, showing affection in front of the others, until you see Hyungwon and his lady luck trying to situate themselves, not quite touching but clearly wanting to.

Trust Minhyuk to solve it, though, squirming his way into a non-existent seat to force Hyungwon over until they’re pressed against each other, shoulder to thigh, and he can either put an arm around her or risk pushing her off the loveseat.

He takes the safer option, hand finding home in her hair, a subtle brush against the back of her neck.

They’re cute together.

Then she brings up your earlier comment, and you take it back. “What was the bet, by the way?”

Changkyun looks up at you, puzzled, and you pretend not to notice. The lie rolls smoothly off your tongue, like you’d said it a hundred times. “I told him I could out cs him in League.” A dramatic sigh.

“Alas. Some of us show up for team fights, but others stay on their own little island, so I lost.”

“Even you’re not that delus–“

You slap a hand over his mouth playfully, but you can feel the upturn of his cheeks as he laughs at you. He does stop, though, because he recognizes what you’re doing, and when he pulls your hand away you let him keep hold of it, twining his fingers through yours.

“So, Minhyuk; who won?”

He finds you on the balcony later, seeking refuge from the constant barrage of noise. It’s a chilly but quiet, neon lights twinkling up from below. He tugs you away from the rail and into his arms, blankets you with his body.

“About this dumping you mentioned earlier…I’m pretty sure someone swore she wasn’t singing tonight.” You groan and bury your face in his shoulder, feeling your cheeks flush.

“Let’s not talk about it. Ever.”

“Why not? It was cute.” He’s teasing, rocking you, but leaves it at that. The two of you lean against each other for a few quiet moments, until Changkyun speaks up again, serious this time. “Hyungwon likes her a lot. Thanks for what you did.”

He’s not supposed to call it out like that. He’s supposed to pretend nothing happened.

Gentle hands pry your face away as you try to hide, thumbs tracing your cheekbones as he looks at you with a peculiar tenderness. He brings his forehead to meet yours and there’s no escaping him, not when his eyelashes are close enough to brush your own.

“You’re a good person.” Swift lips graze yours, stopping your protests. You know he didn’t mean it like that – not like he expected you to be an ass, given that he’s dating you – and then his lips are back on yours, lingering this time as he fills in the blanks with words that aren’t quite ready to meet air.

You fascinate me. I love you.

You respond in kind, lips moving slowly against his.

I love you, too.

It lasts for an eternity, the way only Changkyun can kiss, like it’s the only thing in the world that matters, but it’s not rushed. His lips drag against your own, soft and wet and openmouthed, and you’re too busy tasting him to hear the door slide open again.

“Yaaagh!”

That disgruntled yell can only belong to Minhyuk.

You break apart to see him with an arm over his eyes. He stumbles backward blindly. “I didn’t see anything, I swear!”

Changkyun raises his eyebrows – what exactly did Minhyuk think he’d walked in on? – but Kihyun pops out a second later, rolling his eyes.

“I told you not to come outside.”

“But it’s her turn!”

You exchange a cocky look with Changkyun, who’s been waiting for this moment for longer than he cares to admit. You’re nice, but not nice enough to go easy on Minhyuk, who’s both an insufferable braggart when he wins and a terrible loser.

"It’s only fair, I suppose. Someone has to put an end to Minkyuk’s winning streak.”

You may not sing like Kihyun, or be as ethereally beautiful as Hyungwon and his girlfriend, but kicking Minhyuk’s ass in Super Smash Bros? That, you can do.

A/N: I posted this but my brain wasn't done with it. RIP my afternoon bike ride.

[ravenclaw-daydreams]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐫

Warnings: mention of assassination, graphic smut, adult content, mentions of murder, pervy men in the workplace, falling for a villain, guns, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, alcohol.

Masterlist

Summary: Jackson just wants a normal life but thanks to his business, his chances were slim. but after meeting you, his chances it doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore.

A/N: Reading Jack's Villian wiki gave me the idea, and the personality section is what really set it in motion. He's more human than we thought, folks. I felt VERY inclined to write this. :)

Jack wasn't proud of his work. He never was. But he knew that once he got into the business, he could never get out. And as fate would have it, you met him on the job.

Your boss was a ruthless, lying, manipulative son of a bitch, and you just so happened to be his receptionist. You hated your job and the way your pig of a boss would always make it sickeningly obvious he was starring at your breasts when asking you to make a call. You hated him. Sometimes you would imagine ways to kill the bastard and get away with it too.

Apparently, someone else had the same idea, but actually took the initiative of hiring an assassin. That's where you came in.

It was a late Friday night, and after a long grueling day of putting up with your boss's demands, you were so happy to see the front door of your home. You couldn't wait to collapse on the couch with a glass of red wine and have a leisurely weekend.

You fiddled with your keys as you tried to find the right one. 'Why the hell did I have all those keys anyways?' you thought to yourself bitterly as you shuffled them around.

But the sound of a gun cocking from behind you made you freeze. Air caught in your throat as you tried to convince yourself you didn't just hear what you thought you heard.

"Don't let me stop you," a smooth masculine voice from behind you sneered, pressing what you presumed to be the barrel of the gun point-blank onto your back, "Unlock the door, step inside. Scream and you die."

You gave a small nod, your search for the right key more frantic now, and once you found it, your shaking hand fumbled with it before finally slipping it into the keyhole, your trembling hand opening the door, and you felt yourself get pushed inside.

The door slammed behind you, and that's when you whipped around, now face to face with your captor. The gun was still pointed at you, but the man who was holding it was what stopped you in your tracks.

If someone told you that morning that you were going to be held at gunpoint by one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life, you would have laughed in their face. But you weren't laughing now.

"What do you want?" you managed to squeak out, his piercing blue eyes bore into yours.

"Well, I have a job to do, to put it plainly, and you're one of the only people that can help me complete it," he began to explain, "And you don't have a choice."

"What are you wanting from me?"

"Your boss. I want you to call him and tell him that there's something going on and he needs to swing by the office. Once he obliges, my guys who are waiting outside the building as we speak will take it from there."

"You're going to kill him?" you gasped. Sure, you considered doing it yourself, but you never thought anyone would actually try to do it.

"You don't need to worry about that. What you need to worry about is the gun that's pointed at you right now," he concluded, reaching for your home phone, politely holding it out for you to take.

You paused, and he raised a brow. Out of instinct, you tried to bolt past him to the front door, but when you realized it wasn't going to work, it was too late. He grabbed you violently as you thrashed in his grasp before he collapsed the two of you on the couch. He held you in one position until he felt your breathing calm, your neck in a headlock as you faced away from him, panting like an angry dog.

"Stop getting cute," he hissed next to your ear, and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew his teeth were gritting.

He finally trusted you wouldn't pull anything else after he gave a harsh squeeze to your trapped throat, and he let you go, and you immediately scooted to the other side of the couch.

You felt his eyes on you, and with a sudden jerked movement, he held out what you thought was the gun, making you flinch. But with a double-take, you realized it was just the phone.

You reached out, taking it, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt as if you could see something in his gaze. Something longing. Something not quite there. Reluctance.

Shaken fingers press the numbers as you click 'dial', but before you could hold it up to your ear, your captor stopped you.

"Nuh-uh. Speaker."

You nodded, pressing the speaker button before the dial tone echoed through your home. After three times, the line was suddenly picked up.

"What the hell are you doing calling at this hour?" your boss's harsh voice hissed through the phone.

"Yeah, Mr. Snider, there seems to be something happening at the office. Someone from the administration is here and demanding to see you," you tried your best to sound convincing.

"What do they fucking want?" he scorned, his tone making you flinch.

"I wish I knew, sir. They won't tell me anything," you tried to force a smile in your voice.

"Fucking useless," he grunted, making you shift uncomfortably.

"Should I tell them you're on your way?" you proposed.

"Fuck. Fine. I'll be there in 15. And hey, don't get bitchy with me, yeah? Don't forget, you work for me."

"Yes sir," you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

All the while Jack was watching your reactions. He saw how you flinched at strong tones and saddened at the insults.

The sound of the line going dead was what snapped him back to reality, your still shaking hand setting it down on the coffee table.

"Is that all you needed?" you finally spoke.

"I wish I could say yes," his words made your gaze shift to the floor in disappointment, "I need to stay here until the deed is done."

"How long will that be?"

"After I make this phone call to let the guys know the target is on his merry way, we'll wait until I get a call back. Then we can part ways and you'll never speak of it to anyone. Or else I will have no other choice but to come back and kill you."

You curled in on yourself, resting your chin on your knees as you didn't answer, the sounds of a number being dialed making you cringe.

The sudden movement of him standing up made you flinch, and for a second you thought you almost saw a look of sympathy flash through his eyes before he held the phone to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.

"Stu? Yeah. Yeah, she called. He's on his way. He'll be there in 10. Make it look believable, yeah? Clients aren't paying us for anything that looks tacky."

Jack continued his conversation on the phone as he made his way to your kitchen, still in clear view of you. A few moments later he came back, the phone now hung up, a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink," he commanded.

"I'm not thirsty,"

He suddenly set the phone down, taking one of your hands and wrapping it around the cup, "I don't want you passing out on me. Drink," he commanded again.

Now it felt as if you had no choice. You lifted the cups to your lips, gently sipping as he watched you like a hawk until all the water was down your throat.

"Good girl," he praised jokingly, setting the glass on the table.

He then sat down with you on the couch. There was a prolonged silence.

"What's your name?" you finally asked.

He turned to you and cocked a brow.

"Sorry... just trying to make conversation," with an assassin you added bitterly in your head.

He scoffed, the room going back to silence, the two of you waiting... listening.

"Jackson."

"What?" you questioned, looking at him.

"My name. It's Jackson."

"Oh," you replied, "Well, I'm (name)."

"I know," he smirked.

You mentally facepalmed. Of course he did. He was an or assassin for fuck's sake.

"Can I call you Jack?" you asked meekly.

"Seeing as you won't ever see me again, sure. I haven't been called Jack since I was a kid though."

You could tell he was trying to open up. Just a little. Besides, he was right. It wasn't like he was ever going to see you again.

"Why?"

"Rippner. It's my last name," he explained.

"Oh shit," you said in spite of it not being lady-like, "That was a dick move on your parent's part."

"Tell me about it."

The conversation unfolded. You spoke about names, childhood experiences, hell, even what your favorite ice cream flavor was. It was a careless conversation with the mentality of getting everything out there.

You almost forgot that your boss was being killed right as you spoke. You felt the man in front of you open up. He was okay with being vulnerable with you.

That was until the phone rang, Jack rushing to pick it up.

"Yeah?"

His facial expression was unreadable as you watched him. Finally, he hung up the phone, his face returning to the same cold and distant look it had the moment you two had met.

"Well, (name), this is where we part ways," he began, but before he could walk to the front entryway, you grabbed his hand.

He looked startled as he turned around, his eyes searching your face for an answer. Your move was bold. Risky. But you were willing to take it.

"Don't go." your mouth moved before you could stop it.

He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he didn't believe it was you talking. Yet his hand was still being held tightly in yours.

"Please don't go."

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1 Year Later

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You flipped in your sleep, half awake when you realized the spot next to you was bare, the indent of the once sleepless man in his place. You sighed as you flipped back over, looking at the clock.

2:15 am.

You pulled yourself away from your kingdom of soft pillows and blankets and slipped out of bed, your feet pressing against the hardwood of your home. You left the bedroom, crept down the hallway, and when you were finally met with the living area of your home, you were met with the form of your lover.

He was hunched over on the couch, hovering over a glass of red wine that rested in his hand. He seemed to be lost in thought, his blue eyes no longer piercing but distant.

The creak of the floorboards under you gave your position away, the man glancing up at you, spooked.

An instant look of regret graced his beautiful features, "Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Hush," you sighed, "It's warmer out here anyway," you concluded.

"Even without your mountain of blankets?" he smirked, thinking of how adorable you looked cuddled up under the mound of linen.

"The bed is always cold when you're not in it," you whined, stilling next to him as he continued to nurse his glass of red liquid.

"Sorry love," he sighed, setting down the glass before wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his chest as you listened in on his heartbeat. It was soft and lulling as you felt your eyes begin to droop.

That was, until you felt his hard-on press up against your back. A smirk crossed your lips.

"Is this why you couldn't sleep?" you questioned, subtly rubbing up against his bulge as you heard his breath catch in his throat.

"As I said," he muttered, "Didn't want to wake you."

"You could have just said so," you sat up, giving him a passionate kiss, one hand going in his hair, the other going down to his crotch, where he let out a primal groan at the feeling of your touch.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm not really in the mood for foreplay," he stated, his hand reaching your lace panties and ripping them off, pulling you on his lap so you straddled him.

He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing up. The tip was flushed and angry, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the ridges of his veins pumping.

You bit your lip as you hovered over his gorgeous cock before sinking down slowly, the both of you moaning as you become one. Not long after you began to bounce up and down on his cock.

Jack growled as he grabbed a hold of your hips, helping you as he lifted you on and off his cock, searching for solace in orgasm. His eyes locked with yours as you rode him, and in his eyes, you found nothing but love and admiration, every part of him screaming in appreciation for you.

To put it plainly, he loved the way you loved.

You felt yourself tighten, yet to your disdain, your lover found his release first, a loud groan escaping his lips as he poured himself into you, the warmth in your belly growing as you felt him let go.

By the time he was finished, he was completely blissed out, but you weren't done yet. You wanted to cum. You pulled him out of you, and he watched as his spend dripped out of your swollen mound.

Before he could ask if you were okay, you were already back on him, your thighs now straddling one of his.

"What are you doing?" he asked darkly, raising a brow.

"Shut up," you hissed, rubbing your clit on the meat of his thigh, not wanting to lose any fraction that was already built up.

He caught the hint, his hands finding your hips once again as he helped you drag your throbbing cunt against the skin of his leg. All the while, he whispered filthy things in your ear, knowing it would get you there faster.

"Look at you go. Bet you're not so tired now, eh? Humping my leg like a little bunny. Such a good girl, huh?" he coaxed in your ear, and you nodded desperately, immediately agreeing with whatever he was saying. You just wanted to cum.

Finally, you felt yourself come right up to the edge. Jack knew all your body language perfectly, smirking at you as he began to speak.

"Come on, cum for me, baby. Let me watch you cum,"

And you did. Oh, you did. Your ears rang as your eyes shut tight, feeling your body tense and shake as you let your orgasm sweep you away.

Jack helped you ride through it, his words of praise now seeping into your brain.

"Good girl, there you go," he crooned as you began to catch your breath.

You panted as you slumped against him, hearing his heartbeat once more, matching your breathing with his. You felt him press a small kiss to the crown of your head.

"Thank you," he whispered, and all you could do was nod.

Then he began to stand, "Now come on. Let's go take a shower."

"Can I bring the wine?" you asked intently.

"Fuck it," he laughed.

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3 Months Later

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"You're doing it again,"

Jack looked up at you at the sound of your voice. He was sitting there, his hands folded and his jaw clenched, his leg bouncing up and down in anxiety as he went back to staring at the developing pregnancy test on the table.

"What?" he finally said.

"You're overthinking. I can see it in your face."

He rolled his eyes, seeming harsher than he intended. But he was nervous. In complete honesty, you were the first thing Jack had that had any semblance of normal. and after the things he's done and after the things he'd seen, normal was everything he wanted. And that's what this baby meant.

He craved normal. Life as an assassin didn't really scream domestic. But with you, everything he had ever wanted was wherever you were.

"Whatever the test reads, we'll be okay," you ensured, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around the anxious man, doing your best to calm his rapturing nerves.

"Yeah," he agreed, taking a deep breath, "We'll be okay."

The timer suddenly went off, the both of you perking up, chomping at the bit to get to the test, your fingers clutching it as you looked at it.

You gasped.

Jack froze.

You bolted into his arms, test in hand, bawling like a baby.

"You're gonna be a dad, Jack! You're gonna be a dad!!" you squealed, your arms wrapped tightly around him as he held you tight.

He began to tear up, "Really?"

You pulled back and nodded, showing him the test that read positive. He took it in his hands as a means to do a double-take, looking at the two little blue lines.

Without a word, he embraced you again, holding you tighter. His voice was muffled against your shoulder. From him came a small:

"Thank you."

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Idk if you’re still doing the prompt list but if you are could you do 36 for Kunikida or Aktugawa? I think I’d be funny 🥴 also I’ll send you this ask twice w/once off anon so you can see my age 💜

Thank you so much for the request. I couldn't decide who to write for, so I chose both. It's my first time writing for Kunikida, so I hope it's not too terrible. Please enjoy.

No minors allowed.

You raise a brow, almost certain that you heard Dazai right. Your face heats up in embarrassment.

“You love messing with Doppo, don't you?"

“I can hardly resist," Dazai answers with a grin.

You turn up your eyes.

“Are you not supposed to be in that work meeting? Mister Fukuzawa is going over an important case."

It's normal for you not to attend; you are a clerk, but Dazai is an investigator. You sigh and set down your fork. Perhaps you should have gone out to lunch with Naomi and Kirako.

“I know I'm going to regret this, but what sort of test?" You ask.

Dazai grins and sits at Kunikida's desk.

“You are aware of his list, aren't you? I mean, you are dating him."

You are aware.

The Conditions for an Ideal Partner section of his notebook had been shown to you on the second date. No, you didn't meet the requirements for all 58 of them, but Kunikida had told you that you were an exception.

You grin as the memory floats into your mind.

“Yeah," you utter, answering Dazai's question.

“Then you know Kunikida would lose his mind if you break one of those conditions," Dazai mentions.

You raise a brow. Why would--

“Now hear me out," Dazai adds, raising his hands in defense. “I'm not suggesting you do something bad to upset him, but it would be entertaining to see him a little flustered."

Flustered? And what does this entail?

Dazai snaps his fingers.

“You could send him some suggestive pictures while he's in the meeting."

Is he serious?

“Were you sitting on this idea?" You ask.

“For a while," Dazai admits.

You snort. This man is horrible.

But he has a point; it would be interesting to see Kunikida flustered. You know how he feels about fraternizing at work and honestly, it's a little strict. You want to hold his hand or kiss his cheek every once in a while at work.

You hum.

“I'll think about it."

Dazai grins and stands.

“I'll leave you to it then."

You wave goodbye to him and return to your lunch.

It's not a bad idea. You sigh and go to the bathroom, taking out your phone.

One won't be too bad, you think.

Removing your clothes, you take a picture, sending it to Kunikida. He should see it after the meeting. You grin, redress, then return to your desk with an eager air around you.

When the meeting is over, you wait near your desk in anticipation as the ability users of the agency return to theirs.

But as Kunikida steps out, you notice how red his face is. Your eyes widen. Did he check his phone during the meeting? As his eyes meet yours, you know the answer.

Oh fuck.

Kunikida clears his throat and motions for you to follow him back into the meeting room. You do so without complaint. With the door closed, you clear your throat.

“Is there something wrong?" You ask.

He brings up his phone and shows you the image you sent him.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

You snort.

“I didn't think you'd check your phone during the meeting."

“I thought it was an emergency," Kunikida mentions.

You hope no one else saw it. Your face heats up.

“Suprise!"

Kunikida fixes his glasses.

“While it was indeed a surprise, you shouldn't send naked pictures at work."

“So, you didn't like it then," you utter.

Kunikida widens his eyes.

“I was hard the entire time."

“I wish I could have seen," you mention with a wink.

His face turns red.

“Perhaps later. We should put our focus on work first."

You opt not to mention that Dazai had given you the idea. But he was right; seeing Kunikida flustered is entertaining.

“As you wish," you mention. “But the least you can do is kiss me. I won't tell."

Kunikida grins.

“As you wish."

Time slowly passes by, proving to be yet another boring day. It's not that there isn't work to do; it's that none of it interests you. Case after case crosses your desk but you quickly pass them off to Atsushi or Kenji. You crave action.

With a sigh, you lean back in your chair. Is there nothing to do? Perhaps you are being too choosy. You slide your phone from your pocket and open it, noticing a message in your inbox. When did this come in? You raise a brow.

Perhaps later, the message reads.

You grin. The sender is nameless - just a number at the top of the screen - but you know them, personally in fact.

Ryuu.

Or Akutagawa as he's known; the Black-Fanged Hellhound of the Mafia.

Someone who is supposed to be your enemy. And in a sense, you suppose he is; at least when you run into him. In private, your relationship is the opposite. There are no labels, but you like to think Akutagawa is something of a suitor.

It's a story for another time. The sexual tension had eventually become too much.

And now here you are, with a cell phone overloaded with secrets and a body covered in bites and bruises; good ones. You shiver as you reread the messages, reminding yourself that you had asked about his plans for the evening.

“Are you free?" You had asked.

This is the action you crave. You want Akutagawa so bad, that you can hardly contain your eagerness to see him.

To persuade him into coming over later, you hop out of your seat and walk into the bathroom, locking the door.

Removing your outfit, you take pictures as you undress. And once you are naked you take a few more just in case. You choose the lucky images then you send them to Akutagawa, smiling in excitement. You can't wait to hear from him.

But for now, as you wait, you might as well choose a case. Dressing, you return to your desk.

An hour or so later you hear your phone ring. You glance down at the screen and widen your eyes as the number Akutagawa uses pops up in the corner. Why is he calling you at work?

You excuse yourself from the table, having gone to lunch with Yosano, and walk out onto the terrace of the seaside restaurant to answer the phone.

“Hello," you utter.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” Akutagawa shouts.

You snort, trying to contain your laughter.

“I wasn't aware you were in a meeting."

A sly grin pulls at your lips.

“Did anyone see them?"

“As if I would let anyone see my phone," Akutagawa answers.

You hear him sigh.

“And why are you taking naked pictures at work?" He asks.

“Because I was thinking about you, of course. And I wanted to make sure you had a reason to come by later," you answer.

You certainly hope so anyway.

“This is embarrassing," Akutagawa mentions. “I'm having to wait out in the bathroom."

"Did I make you hard? I want to see," you beg.

He grunts.

“I don't think so."

He's a party pooper. You pout.

“Does that mean you're going to come over later at least? I've been bored all day."

“I'll think about it," Akutagawa answers.

You peek back inside the restaurant to see Yosano waiting on you.

“I've got to go. I'm on a break but I have a case to work on."

Akutagawa hums.

“I have a task of my own to finish."

You hate to say goodbye, but neither of you is free, so you take one for the team, ending the call.

A minute later a message alert draws your attention to the screen. It's a picture message and what you see makes you weak in the knees.

Akutagawa had sent you a dick pic. And hard he is.

You swoon at the image, saving it to your gallery. But to be spiteful, you leave him on read, returning to the table.

That's what he gets for not giving you a straight answer.

[bteezxyewriter12]

ARMY/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.7k

Includes- fluff

This is an indulgent fic I wrote. It's everything I wish would happen anytime I go to a BTS concert. Alas I am so upset it hasn't happened at any of the concerts I've been to yet. But one day....😂😆

*gif is from Google

Part 2. Part 3 Part 4

J POV

I can't believe I'm so close to BTS

I was finally able to score a front row concert ticket in front of the small stage

It was like the Hunger Games trying to get that ticket for their Love Yourself tour

But I got it

I'm having a blast

BTS is my favorite group

They're the only kpop group I listen to so far

They're the best, so talented, hardworking and sweet

Plus they're all gorgeous

I've taken so many videos and pictures tonight

They really are incredible when they perform

They're so hyped and ARMY can't help but feed off their energy

So many members have come to where I am and I've taken amazing pictures

They're starting their next song and it's on the small stage

I sing along, waving my ARMY bomb and taking videos

Then he comes right in front of me, smiling at the crowd, dancing and having fun

My ultimate bias

Suga

Min, Yoongi

The love of my life

And he has no clue I exist

I want to call his name but I don't know if he'll hear me or even look

And even if he did, why would he look at me?

He wouldn't, not when there are so many gorgeous ARMYS around me

But if he does look then I can just see his face and that's enough for me

So, I take a breath and I scream, "YOONGI! YOONGI!", while waving my hand

He's never going to look

"YOONGI! YOONGI!"

He stops what he's doing and turns, looking right at me, his eyes locked with mine

Holy shit!

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Yoongi POV

I'm having a good time performing for ARMYS

I love them

They're amazing

They give me so much energy, make me want to perform better for them

Their love is amazing and I'm so glad the guys and I have it

I walk to a section of the small stage where I haven't been in awhile

I'm dancing and smiling at the ARMYS in front of me

Then I hear my name being called so clearly

Yoongi

Not Suga

Not Agust D

Not lil meow meow

Yoongi

I turn to the voice and look at the ARMY who called me

She's waving at me

Holy shit

I do double take and have to hold my mouth from dropping

She's fucking gorgeous

Oh my god

I've literally never seen someone as stunning as her

She smiles at me, waving and she yells, "I love you"

I'm still shocked and can't tear my gaze from her

She keeps smiling and it takes my breath away

"Yoongi", I hear in my ear

I jump, startled and glare at Jungkook

"What?", I snap

"You're part is coming up. Pay attention. What's wrong with you?"

The music comes back into my ears and shit he's right

It's almost my part

I have to leave where I am but I don't want to

I want to stay by this ARMY

But I can't

'You can always come back", I tell myself

I smile at the ARMY then move away

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J POV

Oh my god he smiled at me

Yoongi smiled at me

He looked at me and he didn't look away

My heart is exploding and I'm so happy

This is the best night of my life

Nothing can top this

My idol saw me and smiled at me

I could die happy right now

Well, after the concert

I didn't want Yoongi to leave but I know he has to go perform and see other ARMYS

At least I had that moment

At least he knows I exist

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During the next song, I'm singing and dancing when Yoongi comes back

I look up at him to see him staring at me

Oh my god, he's fucking gorgeous

Every ARMY whose met them is so right

They are so much more handsome and gorgeous in person

He waves at me and my heart stops

My mouth drops open

'Wave back you idiot!', my brain screams

My arm reconnects to my brain and I wave at him

"Hi", he mouths

"Hhhh...hi", I stutter

He smiles and I die inside

I smile back at him

He starts rapping his part but he's looking at me

I have no words

I don't know what I'm feeling besides pure euphoria

He stays in front of me for the rest of the song and the next song

When he raps again, I take out my phone and record him

After he's done, I stop the recording

When I look back up, he's crouching down and motioning to me

I look at him confused

He points to my phone

He wants my phone?

I hold it out to him and he takes it

What the fuck is happening?

He holds the phone up and takes a picture of himself

Holy shit I got a famous Yoongi selfie

He walks away with my phone and I watch him take pictures with the other members

They all do silly faces and smile

I can't believe this

"You're so lucky", the ARMY next to me says

"Yeah seriously. I think he likes you", the one to my left says

Likes me?

No way

I'm nobody

I'm not even that pretty

No way he'd like me out of all people

He has millions of girls, idols and ARMYS who he could have, why would he want me?

"I don't think so. I think he just wants to be silly", I answer

"Oh please, he stared at you the whole time he was here. It's like he was rapping to you"

It did feel that way but I'm not letting that get to my head

"Nah. Besides the other guys have taken ARMYS phones before to take pictures and videos. I guess it's just Yoongi's turn"

"Girl take it for what it is. He likes you. You should be happy"

I don't know what to say so I don't say anything

I turn back to the stage and see that the guys are leaving the stage.

Yoongi leaves with my phone

Uh ok then

I mean I don't care but why does he want my phone?

The concert is only half over so I'm guessing he'll give it back eventually

Whatever he could do whatever he wants with it

I'm not complaining

A video on the screens starts and I turn my attention to it, waiting for BTS to come back on stage

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Yoongi POV

I have her phone

I don't know why I took it

No, I do know why I took it

I want to put my number in her phone

What the fuck am I doing?

What's come over me?

I see millions of ARMYS all the time- at concerts, at performances, events and fan signs

But I never felt anything like I'm feeling now from seeing her

I don't even know what it is I'm feeling

I like her

I know that for sure

And I want to know her

Talk to her

Spend time with her

Like I said what the fuck am I doing?

Hobi or Tae are the ones mostly likely to do this shit

Not me

But I know I'm going to regret it if I don't try to get to know her

I don't know why I feel like that or why that feeling is so strong but I'm going to follow it

I don't want to regret anything

I have time

Jimin and Jin are doing their solos and then the vocal line is doing 'The Truth Untold"

Her phone doesn't have a password or lock on it

When I turn it back on, my eyes widen at the wallpaper

It's me

A picture of me during a performance, rapping in the mic

Why am I happy about that?

I go to her contacts

It's in English

She doesn't speak Korean?

She may not, she looks American

But she could be Korean

If she was born here

I don't know but I hope I can spend time with her to find out

I type in my name, phone number and save it

Then I go find Namjoon

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"What?", he asks incredously

"Just write it so I can copy it"

"Yoongi what the hell are you doing?", he asked

"I don't know", I answer honestly, "I just saw her and I feel like I need to get to know her"

"Yoongi, she's an ARMY at a concert. You don't know her."

"I know Namjoon. I can't explain it"

"This is so not like you", he comments

"I know. But it is me doing it. So can you just write out what I'm asking?"

He sighs, "Fine"

"Do we have anymore tickets for the fan sign tomorrow?"

"You're going to give her one of those?"

I nod, "Yes"

"I don't know. Go ask the manager who's here"

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I'm so nervous

I'm standing by the stage getting ready for 'Tear'

I have pockets so I have the girl's phone with the note I wrote and the ticket to the fanmeet

The manager managed to get another ticket and gave it to me

I wrote the note, copying Namjoon's

Now I just have to give it to her

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J POV

Namjoon, Hobi and Yoongi come on the stage

The music for Tear starts

I love this song!

They spread out and Yoongi comes over to me

He's seriously going to kill me

He pulls something from his pocket then crouches down

He looks right at me, smiles and reaches out holding something

He nods at me to take it, so I do

Then he stands back up just in time for his first part

I look down at what he gave me

It's an envelope

Opening it, I see my phone in it

With paper too

I put my phone in my pocket then pull out the papers

There's a note on top of another piece of paper

I glance up at the stage

Yoongi is rapping his part but his eyes keep darting to me

Looking back at the note, I read it

And almost pass out

Hi. This ticket is for tomorrow's fan meet. Please come. My number is in your phone. Text me please.

Min, Yoongi

Holy shit, no way

I look at the other paper

Oh my god it is a ticket for tomorrow's fan meet

Then does that mean...

I pull my phone back out, going into my contacts

I scroll through it and holy fuck

It's there

He put it under "Yoongi Min"

I click on the contact and there really is a phone number there

My mouth drops

I look up at the stage, to see him standing by me again, watching me

I close my mouth and swallow

Is this really happening?

Am I dreaming?

His eyes glance down to my hand, to the ticket, then back to me

He raises his eyebrow

Is he....asking me if I'm gonna go?

I look at the ticket then back at him

I nod and he smiles at me

I can't fucking breathe

How is this happening?

Min, Yoongi from BTS wants me to come to a fan meet?

He put his number in my phonem

What fucking planet am I on right now?

I can't believe this

I really can't

I put the note and ticket in the envelope and in my bag

I look up, realizing I missed the whole song

The guys are all on stage while the music for Mic Drop starts

I can't tear my eyes away from Yoongi

I tried to watch the other guys during the whole concert when they did group songs

I love all the guys and I enjoy watching them all dance and perform

But now, I can't look away from Yoongi

My eyes follow him everywhere

And I'm so fucking shocked when I see him glancing at me over and over

When the song finishes, they all go off the stage

---------------------------------------------------

The guys just finished their little speeches they give

They're so sweet

Yoongi glanced in my area while he was talking and saying that he's happy to be here with us

I'm not stupid enough to think he's talking about me

He loves all ARMYS

We all make him happy

They sing a few more songs, then the concert is over

The guys are walking all over the stage, waving at ARMYS and playing with their phones and selfie sticks

Yoongi is on the other side of the small stage, waving at ARMYS

Tae comes over to my section and I take pictures of him

He waves and I wave back

Hobi comes over, with a cell phone taking pictures of us

Then he crouches down, puts the phone in my face and takes a picture.

What the hell?

Hobi looks at me and points to his smile

He wants me to smile

Uh sure I guess so

I smile and he takes another picture

He gives me a thumbs up and walks away

I'm so confused

"Jeez all the guys like you", one girl next to me says

"Uh no I don't think so"

"Are you kidding? J-Hope just took a close up of you. V waved at you.

And Suga was fawning over you the whole time. He kept looking at you. And he gave you something."

She sounds jealous

I mean I would be too but I didn't do anything

"And here he comes again"

I glance up to see Yoongi walking over

Hobi stops him and hands him the phone he took my picture on

Yoongi takes it, putting it in his pocket

It's his phone?

Oh my god

Yoongi waves at all the ARMYS at my section

Then he looks at me

He gives me a finger heart and a to-die for smile

I feel a huge smile burst on my face

He nods, then walks away

This has been the best freaking night of my life

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Yoongi POV

I stare at my phone intently willing it to ring

I'm waiting for the girl to text me

I want her too so much

I don't have her number

I know I could of used her phone to call my cell but I don't want to be creepy

"Yoongi what the hell was up with you tonight?", Jungkook asks as he sits down

The rest of the guys come into the living room

"What are you talking about?", I play it off

"You were distracted and almost missed your part so many times.", Jimin answers

"It's because of the girl", Namjoon says

"What girl?", Jin asks

"Nothing", I say

"The girl Yoongi saw in the crowd. He has a thing for her. He took her phone."

"Namjoon..", I warn

He just looks at me and rolls his eyes

I'm going to murder him

"He put his number in her phone and asked me to write a note so he could copy it. Then he got one of the managers to get her a ticket for tomorrow's fan meet so he can see her again"

"What the fuck Namjoon?", I yell

"Oh get over it.", he snaps

"Was that the girl Hobi took a picture of?", Tae asks

"Yeah", Hobi joins in, "He asked me to take a picture of her. So I took a lot."

"That girl was hot", Tae answers

"What?", I snap, "You noticed her?"

Tae snorts, "Of course I noticed her. She was the only white girl in her section and she was in the first row"

"She's really beautiful Yoongi. I can see why you got distracted", Hobi tells me

I just glare at him

"Ok I need to see a picture of this girl", Jin announces

"Yeah really", Jimin agrees

"Why?", I growl

"Because she has to be drop dead gorgeous for you of all people to be distracted by her", Jin shrugs

"No. You can see her tomorrow at the fan meet."

"Seriously? No one is going to take her away from you Yoongi", Jin replies

"I will", Tae smirks

"Fuck off"

"Ooo look, he likes her a lot or he wouldn't have reacted like that", Jimin laughs

I look at Namjoon, "They're making fun of me. Happy now?"

"Not particularly", he shrugs

I'm about to tell him off but then my phone buzzes

I look down and it's a text from a number I don't know

"Is this uh Suga? From BTS?"

It's her

She actually texted me

In Korean too

"Yes this is Yoongi"

"Oh hi. I'm the girl from the concert tonight. You took my phone and put your number in it?"

"Who is it?", Jungkook asks

"None of your business", I snap

"It's her. The girl! She texted him!", Jimin squeals

I need to leave before I kill them all

I stand up, starting to walk away

"Where are you going?", Namjoon asks

"Away from you all"

"Aww Yoongi wants to be alone when he talks to his new girlfriend", Jungkook teases

"Shut up!"

I hear them cracking jokes and laughing as I walk to my room

"Yes I remember you", I type and send

I get to my room, close the door and sit on my bed

"I don't mean to sound rude or anything but how do I know it's really you?"

I didn't think of that

I guess she's right to second guess me

After all what idol has ever put their number in a fan's phone?

She could be thinking this is a fake number

"I could send you a picture?"

"Yeah but you can just download any picture of Suga and send it to me"

Uh ok, I didn't think of that either

I mean there's no real way for her to know unless I do a video call with her

"I can call you through FaceTime"

I wait a few minutes for her to answer

"I uh don't have FaceTime. I don't have an iPhone."

"I can do a video call on anything else you want. Just tell me and I'll download the app for it"

She tells me to just use Google's app

Which I have already

"I'm calling you", I text

I call her and it rings

I'm so fucking nervous

Why am I nervous?

She's just a girl

Yeah right

She picks up and her beautiful face fills my screen

"Hi", I breathe

"Holy shit", she gasps, "It is you"

"Yeah it's me", I repeat, noticing she's speaking Korean

Really well

Say something idiot

"Uh what's your name?", I ask

"Oh right. Uh Joanne. It's Kang, Joanne"

Kang?

But she's not Korean

She's not even Asian

I guess I'll have to ask her about that another time

If she agrees to talk to me again

"You're name is pretty", I say blushing

"Oh uh thank you", she answers

'Talk', I yell at myself

"So uh did you have fun tonight?"

She smiles

God it's stunning

"Yeah. I love you guys. I've been to every tour you've had but this was the first time I was able to get a ticket right in the front"

"You came to every tour?"

"Yeah from when you guys first started. I was there at your debut showcase too. I'm an O.G. ARMY", she says proudly

"Wow, thank you for your support"

She was there from the beginning with us

That means a lot

"Of course. You guys are awesome and so hardworking for us.", she smiles

Mother of god her smile is fucking gorgeous

I feel like I can't breathe

A silence falls and I don't know what to say

She's just looking at me then moves her eyes away, but then looks back at me

I can't tear my eyes away from her

'Talk', I scream at myself

"So you're uh coming tomorrow?", I ask

"Yeah of course. But uh...why did you give me a ticket? You could of gave it to anyone. Why me?"

Shit what do I say?

That she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I want to know her?

No

"Uh I....you look really nice and I wanted to meet you", I answer lamely

God I sound like a dork

"You uh don't have to come if you dont want to", I say

I didn't want to say that but I'm not going to force her to come

"Are you crazy? Of course I want to come meet you. That's like a dream come true", she exclaims

A dream come true?

Seriously?

Her eyes widen and she splutters, "I mean...meeting you and all of BTS...you know.....shit"

She puts her hand over her face in embarassment

She's so fucking cute

"No yeah I get what you mean", I answer, trying to make her feel better, "I feel the same way when I meet other celebrities I really like"

I smile at her

She just stares at me, biting her lower lip absentmindley.

Fuck me, that's so hot

I stare back at her until she breaks eye contact

"I uh don't want to take up much of your time. You gotta be so tired after the concert."

I am but I don't want to stop talking to her

But I don't want to creep her out either

And I'll see her tomorrow

"Oh yeah. And I have to get up early tomorrow for the fan meet."

"You do? Isn't it at like 3?", she asks

"No yeah for ARMYS. But we have to get ready and everything."

"Oh right. God I'm so dumb", she mutters

"No you're not. You just don't have to think about that, that's all. It's ok", I assure her

"I guess"

Fuck, I don't want her to feel bad

"So I'll see you tomorrow?"

I don't know why but I need more confirmation

I already like her a lot and I only spoke to her for fifteen minutes

What is wrong with me?

"Yeah Suga, definitely", she confirms

"Yoongi", I say automatically, "Call me Yoongi. Please."

Surprise fills her face

"Oh uh ok. Yoongi", she says

Shit, I like hearing her say my name

I'm a fucking goner

I already know I'm going to fall in love with her

I don't know how I know but it's such an overwhelming feeling that I have

It's definitely going to happen

I hope she can love me too

"Ok", I repeat

"I'll see you tomorrow", she repeats too, "Good night Yoongi"

"Good night Joanne"

She blushes, smiling, then hangs up

I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, a huge dorky smile on my face

I can't wait until tomorrow

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 2

WC: 1728

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: mentions of sexual themes, alcohol consumption, past relationships

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You and Laszlo had easily fallen back in your work routine during the first week back. His course load was almost identical to that of the previous semester, and so he didn't mandate that you come to classes like he had during the fall. Even so, you insisted on attending like usual.

Taking your seat at the back of the lecture hall you watched as he moved around the front while he spoke. You were supposed to be sorting through the information cards the students had filled out. Not much was actually getting done, as you were highly distracted. His right hand typically found home in his trouser pocket so as not to draw attention. But his left? You licked your lips. Of course you loved both of his hands, but with his favoring the left side you developed a certain affinity for the limb. Oh what his hand was capable of, you reminisced.

Your sigh must have been louder than you anticipated, as Laszlo’s eyes snapped in your direction. “Perhaps if you are bored you should keep your noises of displeasure to yourself,” he said with a quirk of his brow. His face held a look of annoyance, but his eyes told you otherwise. He knew exactly what you were thinking about based on the sound you made and it amused him to no end. You knew he meant nothing by the harsh statement. He did so to maintain his staunch reputation in front of the class.

Biting your lip you issued a “sorry, professor.” Even from across the room you could see the brief flicker of heat in his eyes at your 'apology'. To everyone else the encounter would probably leave them shitting themselves, but you knew better. Even a small success such as this was to be celebrated in your mind.

You had been hoping that you could push Laszlo to be a bit rougher with you sometimes. He would often restrain himself when you were intimate, but you had an inkling that underneath he was just itching to let go. By no means were you ever left unsatisfied, he made damn sure of that. You wanted to kick things up a notch; you wanted to see what he was capable of.

He cleared his throat. Picking up where he left off, he began “as you can see, within psychology there is no single truth. No one theory that can fully or definitively explain who we are, why we are, or what becomes of us. That is why we must always ask of ourselves the purpose of our nature and our choices. This term will be a glimpse of seeking answers to our questions. In the meantime - you have a quiz on Monday for the parts of the brain and their functions. Do not be late or come with excuses, I do not give makeups often, if ever. Have a nice weekend.”

With that the young underclassmen all shuffled out to go spend their weekend most likely partying, rather than studying. You really couldn’t blame them, as this section of Introductory Psychology was in the late afternoon. As an undergrad you would have probably done the same on a Friday night.

Both you and Laszlo packed up your things from your respective areas of the room. Once the last student was gone he called out to you. “Sara and John want to meet up this evening, would you like to accompany them or do you have plans?”

“Will you be there too, or are you too busy with paperwork and stuff?” He had been complaining of having a list to work through this week with some new documentation requirement the university put out on the professors. You trek down the stairs to meet him by the front desk.

“I think it would be odd of me to invite you out in the event that I would not be there myself,” he quips back. His hand comes to rest on your side.

You hum in response. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

He chuckles at you, “you’ve spent every day with me.”

“You know what I mean.” Peering around to ensure no one was present, you lean up to give him a quick kiss. “What time do they want us there?”

He checks his phone for the text from John. “In half an hour.”

“Then we better get going before he hogs all the pretzels,” you crack.

The two of you made your way from the university to the old pub a few blocks down the road. Students didn’t come here often, as it was geared towards the older and less rowdy crowd. It was perfect for the four of you though. You had even gotten on with the owner, Cyrus, and his niece Joanna, who often worked the bar.

You sat in the booth next to Laszlo; Sara and John opposite you. The first 45 minutes or so were spent going over the events of the past week back. Eventually, the conversation slowed.

“I think I should get us another round. What do you say?” Sara asked the table. You slid out from your side offering to give her a hand with collecting the new beverages. Laszlo watched as you walked alongside her to the bar, laughing at something Cyrus had said to you. You always looked so beautiful when you were laughing.

“So…” John began, getting his attention. Laszlo turned to face his friend. “I heard a rumor.”

“You know I don’t put credence into such things, out with it John.” Clearly whatever he wanted to discuss he didn’t wish to say in front of your presence. Despite his words Laszlo did have some trepidation about the upcoming conversation. Could it be about you? Maybe you two weren’t being delicate enough with keeping the relationship subtle?

John looks over to the bar where you and Sara are still procuring the drinks. “Karen is in town.”

He relaxed at the turn of events. “Ah, yes. She is guest lecturing at the university while she conducts research of some kind in the city.” Laszlo is matter-of-fact in his response.

John studies him for a minute. He looks concerned. “It’s been what, four years since you last saw her? Or have you seen her yet?”

“I have not. Why do you ask?” He brings the near empty glass to his lips to take a sip of the harsh liquid.

“Well, Laszlo, I just mean that you two were serious for a long time before you moved out here. In fact I had figured you would settle down with her. You left her in Austria to come here, after all,” he explains quietly.

Laszlo cocks his head in confusion. “I don’t see how that would be a concern. The dissolution of our relationship was mutual - she stayed in Vienna; I came to New York. We did not want the strain of attempting something long distance and we both came to the same conclusion on the matter. And it has been four years, John, as you so kindly reminded me. I have moved on and I am quite content now.” His tone was nonchalant.

He is happy. You were vibrant, and thoughtful, and he couldn’t say that he had felt this lighthearted in years. His years with Karen were wonderful, but in truth they didn’t compare to what he had now with you. For once he felt hopeful for what the future with you could bring. It wasn’t as strong a consideration with Karen.

John holds up his hands as if to defend his words. “I’m glad for that, truly. She’s wonderful for you and I can see that. I just worry that Karen’s presence might cause a resurgence of emotions or whatnot with you. Sara and I would hate to see things fall apart for the two of you after everything,” he gestures towards where you stand with her. “Are you going to tell her about Karen?”

Laszlo nods in understanding. “I appreciate the concern, John. But I assure you, I view Karen strictly in professional terms now. I look forward to hearing about her studies here as they could be illuminating for my courses.” He sees movement from you and Sara as you begin your return. “I do not see myself withholding information regarding my past with Karen, but I don’t know that I find it necessary to bring it up as of yet.” John’s nod is faint, as though he disagrees but isn't willing to say so. The conversation is cut short by you setting drinks on the table.

You all stay another hour at the bar. Laszlo’s thigh rests against you, his right hand atop your own leg. Occasionally you can feel the way his thumb lightly strokes you through your jeans. He makes it hard to pay attention to what Sara is saying to the group; little bolts of lightning shoot up your leg and to your core. When your legs clench Laszlo doesn’t seem to notice.

Aside from the growing arousal within you, the soft clink of the index finger of his left hand grabs your attention. A steady tap tap tap as he hits the side of his whisky glass. The movement brings you back to your thoughts during his lecture earlier, how the thick digits with their calloused tips drive you absolutely mad when they brush against your skin. You swallow.

This time Laszlo is aware of your state. His eyes shift to you from where he sits to your left. The two of you hadn’t had time or energy to be intimate since that night he took you to Delmonicos. The lack has taken its toll as you give him that look.

Abruptly Laszlo faces the others. “I would hate to cut our evening short, but I have more paperwork to fill out by Monday for the Dean. I would rather get it done so that I may enjoy my weekend. John, Sara.” He nods his farewell as he nudges for you to move out of the booth. You hold back your giggle at his insistent need to get home.

John looks slightly confused with the suddenness of your departure. A look of understanding comes over him with a whisper from a smirking Sara. With a wave the two of you leave into the cold January night.

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[spacecatchako]

i don't want to be alone anymore (sfw)

you and daichi have been best friends since your first year of high school. now that you're in love (and adults) where will you go from here?

pairing: sawamura daichi x reader

wc: 3,373 words

contains: seemingly unrequited love, confessions, covers the nationals arc, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort towards the end, fluff, reader literally has a breakdown and daichi comforts them, reassurance, cuddles, petnames (baby, princess, doll)

a/n: no, i didn't have any idea how to tag this. this fic is a little all over the place and there are several timeskips. the reader is implied to have issues w family and friends so keep that in mind lol. also i marked diff sections of the fic with ✨ this emoji so if u want to skip over certain parts and go straight to the hurt/comfort feel free babey

you were used to being lonely. sure, you worked hard and you had dreams, but there was some part you that remained unfulfilled. it was like a void that gradually dragged you down. you'd managed to supress it for most of your life up until high school, until all of a sudden something changed.

you met sawamura daichi. he was cute, a first year player on the volleyball team. daichi was kind to you. the two of you became fast friends after meeting on the first day at karasuno. during your breaks in between classes the pair of you would talk about anything and everything- volleyball strategies, your latest sketches, even other classmates that were giving you a hard time. you could be silly with daichi. there was no pressure with him, no need to pretend to be perfect.

but there was something scary about this too. by your second year of school you'd been friends with daichi for about a year. it was then that the realization hit- you had never felt this safe, this accepted, or... this loved by another person. when you'd get anxious because of classes or have issues with your family daichi became a shoulder for you to lean on. he'd go out of his way to send you check up texts and leave you little handwritten notes. the first one that you received was a little post-it note that said "you'll do great on your test today! i believe in you- daichi." he'd blushed like crazy when you confronted him about it. it was new to see your usually sturdy and level-headed best friend blush over a silly note that he'd left. there was something different between the two of you after that first note. instead of walking you home like usual he started to keep a hand on the small of your back.

you hadn't been looking. you'd been talking about how awkward your family was when a stray cat slunked into front of the two of you. you almost walked straight into it before the cat bounded away, crossing the empty street and looking back once to meow at daichi and you.

"sorry, is that too much? i just... want to make sure that you don't trip."

you were confused until you realized what had happened. daichi had steadied you by putting his hand on the small of your back. it felt good, for some reason, to trust him to steady you. trust wasn't an easy thing to come by.

you smiled a tad awkwardly before steadying yourself on your own two feet. "not at all daichi. i don't mind."

daichi smiled and the pair of you kept walking. his hand had stayed where it had been. you felt... guilty for being so touch-starved. and for your best friend, of all people?

"how ridiculous" you thought to yourself. when you came home you knew that no one was there. time to start dinner before your family came home. you'd probably retreat to your room and text daichi when that happened.

daichi was so good and so nice, and by your third year of high school the tiny, lingering bit of attraction that you had had for him flourished into a full-blown crush. you felt embarrassed and guilty. never had you let someone get this close to you. never had you ever let anyone write you notes, check in on you, give you genuine-sounding compliments. it was the little things like "are you okay y/n? you seemed a little quiet this morning. are you getting enough sleep?"

graduation came and went. the notion of parting with daichi and your other friends- asahi, suga, and kiyoko- left a pang of grief in your stomach. you were attending a local university and daichi planned to join miyagi's fire department after nationals. you'd still be close to him and he'd still be living at home, but it was weird to think that you'd be seeing one another a lot less.

nationals was when everything boiled over. you'd promised daichi that you'd be in the stands at every game of the competition, cheering him on.

"id love it if you were there, don't get me wrong. but don't feel like you have to jump through hoops for me! it's a bit of a long trip, i don't want you tiring yourself out." he confesses sheepishly. but you really wanted to go- his mom and siblings couldn't because of school and work, but they'd given him their best wishes.

"I'll hitch a ride with saeko and the crew. she and i work at the same restaurant on the weekends. we already talked and she said she'd be more than happy." you chirp. daichi seems a bit less worried about you after this, but then he remembers.

"um. y/n. you know that saeko drives... well, not badly, just... scarily?" he only seems to be partially joking.

you laugh at his worried expression. "I'll be okay pal. we'll make one of saeko's taiko buddies take the wheel."

daichi mock sighs in relief and you laugh together. this was the last moment that daichi had before nationals where he wasn't laden with anticipation over whether karasuno would succeed or not. he felt relaxed, with you. he thought you were cute, and awkward sometimes, and smart, and... good. so good. you didn't always look to him like he was an authority figure and you were small. he didn't feel the pressure to make sure you behaved or kept you in line because you were good at putting up a front and keeping yourself "in order." sometimes daichi wished that you would let him take care of you, let him listen more often. he wished that you would let him love you.

oh.

oh shit.

"daichi? um, daichi?"

daichi blushed and was snapped back to reality. he... loved you? that's what that care for you was all of these years. that's why he wanted to know if you were taking care of yourself, if you weren't burning yourself out with pleasing your family and school and work. sure, he thought you were cute. he picked up on all of your idiosyncrasies, even sometime pointing them out to you. he had had an inkling that *maybe* he had a little crush on you... but the care that he had come to find that he had for you was so great. he had to do something- everyone was leaving for school and the championships would be over and then when would he see you again? there was this great, big fear of losing you due to confessing. but that fear was minuscule compared to you, his studious and independent friend, pushing him away and forgetting.

"sorry. i was just lost in thought."

✨

yes, you, saeko, and the taiko group arrived a *tad* late and missed the tokonami match. yes you felt guilty for missing it. but when karasuno won against inarizaki and you saw daichi and the team celebrate the win, it was all worth it. you cheered as loud as you can, and once the players cleared from the court, you scrambled to greet daichi.

you see him in the lobby and almost leap into his arms. he laughs. "aaa, hey y/n." he croaks.

you giggle. "hey daichi. congratulations. you were amazing out there."

he's smiling through the sweat and fatigue. you notice, out of the corner of your eye, asahi and suga slowly backing away to leave the two of you alone. suga clicks his tongue, making daichi whip his head around, and he gives the captain a thumbs up." daichi sighs and sets you down, and the two of you are left in the stadium lobby. volleyball players and spectators mingle around, getting food and shopping for merchandise. daichi runs a hand through his hair and turns to you.

"do you want to go outside? there's something that i have to tell you."

anxiety shoots through you. if it's daichi, it can't be bad. of course not. that's one of your best friends. right?

the two of you make your way to the front doors of the stadium and get some fresh air. the sky is blue and the wind is refreshing against your skin. daichi, still sweaty and tired from his game, seems to enjoy it too.

you giggle as he stretches. daichi sits on a nearby bench and gestures for you to do so too. you notice a little shake in his hands as he does so. he's fiddling with the zipper of his karasuno jacket in that cute way that you know he does.

there's a sense of unease, and it's up to you to break the silence. you're alone with sawamura daichi, your best friend and longtime crush.

"daichi? what's wrong?" you ask, concerned.

daichi looks to you, a flush on his cheeks and a light in his eyes. he looks so cute, even when he's tongue-tied and tired from a game.

he takes a deep breath, and the words come out.

"i like you a lot, y/n"

you blink, confused. then it hits you. your crush, sawamura daichi, likes you. like, the boy that you think about way too much, the boy that you feel safe with, the absolute gentleman who cares about you and respects you instead of walking all over you, likes you.

you realize that you haven't said anything before you stutter.

"i-i like you too, daichi. so much."

he's blushing. your face is growing hot despite the winter air. the two of you, literal adults, are reduced to awkward messes because of this confession.

"o-oh. that's... good. i think that that's good." daichi awkwardly says. he laughs a little, then it turns into a full-blown bellow. you can't help but laugh too at how ludicrous the situation is. two friends who have known each other for years, caring about each other, eventually falling for each other. who knew?

"also suga made a bet and told me to confess to you if we won against inarizaki. he told me after the tokonami match. i agreed." daichi huffs after the laughter subsides.

"of course he did. im glad that he did it though." you joke.

"yeah. because then i wouldn't have you." he smiles, getting up. he extends a hand to you, helping you from the bench

"let's go back to the group. i don't want to miss lunch."

✨

it's been months after nationals. you and daichi are in a relationship, happy to be with one another. he's taken you on so many wonderful dates and his family seems to love getting to know you more. but there's still something that's missing. you've always struggled to open up to people completely. even daichi doesn't know what you're like when you completely break.

that changes one day when you have to travel from your dorm, to your parents house, then to daichi's for a date. it was supposed to be casual- just you and him in your pajamas, watching movies and eating takeout. but after being berated by your family for your career choice it triggered something in you. you felt like a little kid again, being told that you're not enough, being slowly manipulated by your family into burning yourself out. dachi helped the loneliness subside, but you knew that, inside, you were still the same little kid. that thought made something inside you recoil, but you pushed it down and made your way to daichi's.

you settle into his bed, your partner beside you. you take a good look at him- your man, sturdy and stronger from work at the fire department. suddenly, you can't help but break for some reason. tears flood your eyes and they won't stop for some reason.

"baby? baby what's wrong?"

you didn't deserve him. why were you even friends with him? someone this nice, this gentle with you, this kind? you wanted him to kick you out for crying. you wanted him to break up with you, because good things don't last.

you were so embarrassed and you'd felt so weak and stupid. you'd never been allowed to cry before, you'd always been told that it was a sign of weakness. good children didn't cry, so now that you were grown up you shouldn't either.

daichi hadn't judged you. he just set the tv remote down and moved in to hug you. other people's touches usually made you flinch and swat them away, but it was never like that with him. not when he supported the small of your back when you fell, not when you jumped into his arms, not when he took your hand after your mutual confession.

the two of you were hugging now, your chin on his shoulder and his head tucked into your side. you could stay like this forever. he was so warm. you could feel the two of your heartbeats almost sinking into one as your sobs quieted down and your breathing slowed to normal. this was the effect that he had on you. it was in this moment that you realized that you loved him- you truly did. the brown-eyed, sturdy, kind, careful, gentle boy that you'd met on the first day of high school had become your friend. then he was your crush. now that you two were adults, he was your first partner. the first person that you had ever fallen truly, deeply in love with.

you felt weak for desiring a love that was this tender. pessimistic you has you thinking that maybe all of the bad things that happened when you were growing up- your family being distant, friends leaving, you feeling alone all of the time- were a sign. a sign that you didn't deserve love. but if you were undeserving, if the pessimistic side of you was right, maybe you could have this moment to keep instead. is that it? if a whirlwind kind of love was too much to ask, you could just keep these moments with daichi close to your heart. if it was possible to take this feeling and keep it in a bottle, you would.

in between sobs, you vent.

"everything sucks, daichi. my family has always been so critical of me. i never get to see any of our friends anymore. im trying to succeed at school but my family won't get off my back. i feel so alone."

daichi pulls away to look at you. his palm is cupping your face and uses his thumb to wipe a tear away. you sniffle. you struggle to meet his beautiful brown eyes, averting your gaze. but you can feel his gaze on you, and when you do finally find the courage to make eye contact, he looks at you with nothing but affection. for some reason you don't feel judged by him. you don't feel... bad for crying in front of him anymore. he's looking at you with nothing but acceptance, nothing but care.

"hey." he starts in a small, gentle voice. "i know how you feel about crying, doll. but it's okay to cry. no matter what your parents say about you, you're a good person. a lovely person, even. you're a good friend too. what they think is stupid." he smiles a little. you love that smile- the way that his eyes crinkle a little and his cheeks dimple. he holds one of your hands in both of his. "i love you. you're good, and smart, and kind, and hardworking. you forget to take care of yourself sometimes, but i think that that's okay. while you're learning how to show yourself more compassion I'll take care of you in the meantime. whatever you need, doll. you're safe with me. no matter what. okay?"

you're crying again. great. you don't stop yourself this time and you throw yourself into his arms. he's there, waiting for you. you let yourself sob into his chest while he gently rubs your back. he holds you in his big, strong arms and hugs you closer. you don't feel suffocated and you don't feel humiliating to be crying. you feel safe. it sucks to cry over what your family thinks of you and it sucks that you don't feel like enough. it sucks that you've felt alone for most of your life. it sucks that you feel guilty for wanting love and it sucks that sometimes, you feel guilty for loving daichi so much. but as he holds you and presses a kiss to the top of your head, nuzzling your hair, all of the pain is tinged with something warm. something safe. something so, so safe. a feeling that you'd never felt before.

it's in that moment that you know- daichi isn't a whirlwind. he isn't a storybook prince that will whisk all of your problems away. no, he's somehow better. he's a pillar of support, a source of comfort, a prince in his own right. no, he won't save you- you still have to take care of yourself. but he'll support you, fill in the gaps, love you unconditionally. maybe a fix-it-all is too much to ask, but you couldn't care less about that now. all that you want his daichi. he takes care of you. he respects you. he loves you, despite your flaws and your feelings of weakness and those moments like now when you just need to be held. he loves you.

when you've stopped crying your voice is croaky and you feel gross. you look up at daichi and he hands you a box of tissues from the nightstand. you're an ugly crier, you know that. but daichi doesn't seem to judge as you dab at your eyes and look to check your reflection in his room mirror. it feels wrong to leave the comfort of his arms, but it also feels like instinct to check your composure. when you're done you turn around to face him, eyes tired.

"do you want to talk about it doll?" you're about to object, in a prefunctory sort of way, but he cuts in. "baby, i don't mind. really. i just want to know that you're okay. i just want to know that you feel safe. you've endured a lot and the way that you feel matters."

you sniffle. "im fine not talking for now daichi. im... tired. just tired. from crying. i just want to sleep." when he shows you nothing but understanding, you stutter out one last request

"ww-will you hold me?"

"of course, princess. ive got you."

you clamber back to bed. daichi and you shift positions so that he's laying down and you're against his chest. he smells like that nice, crisp soap that he always uses. you bury your face in his chest once more, before laying on your side to the sound of his heartbeat.

you sigh. "i love this sound. it lets me know that you're here with me. it let's me know that you're real."

daichi chuckles warmly. you can hear the sound reverberate throughout his chest and it tickles your ear. he's so sweet. it's then that he promises something to you.

"im here, darling. and i am not going anywhere."

your eyes water a little at that. "i love you, daichi. you're my best friend."

he sighs, and it's like you can feel his warm, gentle smile from where you're resting. "i love you too, doll. so much. you are the most precious thing in the world to me."

you know in that moment that you are loved- genuinely, indellibly loved. the roughness and loneliness that you once endured is no more. despite everything, you're learning how to love yourself and to take care of yourself. it feels so, so lonely sometimes and the work seems endless. but whenever you need someone to catch you when you fall, you know that your love, daichi, will be there. forevermore.

his heartbeat relaxes you as you snuggle deeper into his chest. the last words that the two of you utter to one another are ones of love before you both drift off to sleep. you love him- so, so much. and he loves you.

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Falling, Fallen • Jackson Avery

Notes: I'm a huge softie for Jackson Avery. Don't @ me. And I had this idea since forever 🥺

Summary: Y/N is Jackson Avery's wife and decides to ignore her husband's good advice.

Warnings: needles, medical terms

Word Count: 1891

Jackson Avery. Someone who gave you a lot of heartache back in the days. Watching him love a few woman.

Then seeing him gave one of your best friends a love speech and running away with her from her own wedding.

Those moments were the most hurting times, but when the both of them needed help it was you who would be there for them. Because you knew in the end they were still your friends.

Although your feelings never went away. You still secretly loved him, but your mouth was muted. You didn't want to ruin what they had.

But a single talk together with Alex Karev made words fly around in the O.R and into the ears of Jackson Avery. Which made your secret not so much of a secret anymore.

After 6 months You were living together. Then a year after the two of you got married but now a year and a half you were waiting for the worst pain ever. Called labor.

Pregnancy. Something you thought you were not going to experience anytime soon. But yet you were experiencing it. Anytime as you were sitting on the couch in April Kepner's couch.

"You're all round and almost popping, you should be in laying bed, not sitting in my couch Y/N." The ginger female sighed, placing a pillow behind your back. "Pregnancy is not a joke."

April was the most worried friend you had. Although you never expected her to be this okay with you and Jackson being together. Because you knew how much he meant to her.

"I'm going crazy in that penthouse just waiting for a single sound to make me feel alive." Caressing your belly, you leaned your head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

"Says the 40 week far pregnant woman, who's most likely to have a baby today or tomorrow." April raised an eyebrow at you while she placed both of her hands on your belly. "It's moving down."

Giving her an deadpanned stare you tried to get up from the couch as you leaned on your hands. Walking over to the female her fridge.

"Did you just spill my bottle of water?" April asked, knowing you were clumsy at times, or all the time.

Hearing the footsteps come closer to you as you just stared down to your feet, a small pool of water on the floor and no way to get out.

"Oh my- okay, stay calm. You're gonna be fine okay? I'll take care of you. My car keys." The ginger haired woman rambled, grabbing the black keys off the hanger on the wall.

Running a hand through her ginger colored locks April held open the door as you walked through and fresh air met your skin.

Opening the door of the car and getting in, you noticed April's nervous state as she quickly got around and sat down next to you, twisting her keys in the contact.

"Just keep breathing and don't die, okay?" April squeaked, placing her hand on yours as she gave you a much saying face. "That was dark wasn't it?"

Releasing a slight breath through your nose, you nodded at your friend as she drove out of her parking spot, not exactly slowly. "A little too dark."

"Jackson is going to freak out when he knows I didn't ignore your attempts to get out." Spinning her steering wheel towards left, she bit the inside of her cheek.

"If I didn't come to you. I'd be in that penthouse going into labor all by myself, Apes." Placing your hand on the dashboard, you leaned over while holding the bottom of your belly. "Constraction."

Coming to a halt you saw the light of April's phonescreen as she tapped her stopwatch app and she passed her phone to you. "Tap it every time you get one."

Tapping the icon, you breathed out, watching the stop lights turn green as April started driving again, giving you a quick glance.

"We're almost there, I just need a damn parking spot, okay?" At this moment the only thing you were able to do was throwing all your trust in April's hands but also in yourself.

Leaning your head back, you closed your eyes in pain but also in hope that all of this would be over soon. But the sound of a car door slamming shut made you opened your eyes again.

"Come on, take my hand." April took a hold of your hand as she pushed the door closed behind you with her free hand. "Y/N Y/L/N you're not having this baby in this parking lot."

Releasing her hand, you ignored her rambling and walked up to the double doors of the hospital with a fast tempo.

"Hey, I wasn't done talking!" The female retorted, pushing the door open before you walked through, placing your hand on top of your belly, breathing out.

"In and out, good job." April answered as she breathed in and out together with you. "Just like that."

"Oh god! Is it this far? Am I becoming a grandma?" Your eyes moved up as Catherine Avery strolled over to you with a nervous smile covering her lips before her eyes fell on April. "Oh and April, I've got her."

April frowned at the older woman, fiddling with her car keys as she placed her hand on your back, trying to release the pain somehow." But I just-"

Knowing Catherine Avery wasn't one of the easiest person the two of you have known, things didn't make it any easier.

"I've. Got. Her. You're free to go." Catherine pointed out, placing her one arm around your waist and the other holding your hand, leading you towards somewhere else. "Thank you for taking care of her, though."

You just assumed April nodded at her, knowing somewhere deep inside herself she was grateful for everything April did for you. And so where you.

Pulling open the blue curtains, the only thing you did was opening the cabinets and grabbing a patient gown, walking into the bathroom to change yourself.

"Take your time okay, sweetie?" A soft knock was sounded on your door what made you sigh slightly, the woman had no patience at this moment. "There's no need to hurry, okay?"

Opening the door with a fast pull, you threw a single glare in the female Avery her way, being frustrated with pain and a watermelon sized child inside of you.

"April told me someone is having a-" Arizona Robbins her words were cut off as she noticed the long browned haired woman sitting on chair. "Baby."

"Yes and please as fast as i can, I'm dying." You snapped, placing your hands on the hospital bed, moving your hips around, trying to soothe the pain. "Give me an epidural and enough lidocaine."

You heard a slight snort in the room, knowing Catherine couldn't handle herself in bringing out her own opinion as she walked out of the room.

"We can do that, let me page Jackson first, yeah?" Arizona placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you one of her toothy smiles when grabbing her pager. "Let me check your dilation?"

Grunting, you slightly layed back on the bed, placing your feet apart from each other, placing your arm over your eyes, scared for the pain you'd feel.

"Just relax, I know it's not comfortable but I need to do this." Arizona comforted, hearing you take a deep breath in, feeling the pressure. "You're 5 centimeters dilated, so an epidural is an option, I'll need Jackson to keep your back arched, okay?"

Nodding your head in silence, you lay your feet back down, covering them with the white blanket.

"I told you to stay home, why are you so stubborn?" And this was the moment you didn't wait for. A preach by your husband, who would freak out. "You're unbelievable."

"Well I'm carrying a human watermelon inside of me, maybe you should just be quiet and let me do my job?" You snapped back, sitting up, noticing Arizona held back a smile.

"I need to place a epidural, could you move up your hospital gown?" Arizona smiled, gathering her supplies to release you from the pain.

Moving the hospital gown away from your back, you could feel the cold disinfectant being wiped on your back with a cotton ball.

"I will give you a local anesthetic, just a little sting." Looking at the man in front of you, you slightly shook your head as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"I need you to lay on your side now, Jackson I need you to hold her hands as I insert the epidural." Arizona lectured, giving him a small shove in his back, breaking his stubbornness.

Shuffling back on your bed, you turned to the left, taking a hold of Jackson's hands as you felt Arizona inserting a needle into the lower section of spine. "Oh, this is the last and only baby I'm ever having."

"And in two years time we'll be here again." Jackson muttered, releasing your hands, giving you a smile that said a lot. "You know I'm right."

"You wish." The sentence left your mouth and Arizona snorted at the words, removing the needle of the Epidural.

"Let me see how far we're standing." The paediatrician mumbled, motioning for you to place your feet away from each other. "And Avery one more cocky remark, I'll hit you."

Jackson opened his mouth but nothing came out, instead he sighed and crossed his arms at the blonde female.

"You're 9 centimetres, Jackson I need you to sit behind her, and Y/N, I need you to be badass, okay?" The blonde female explained, placing her gloved hand on your knee, with trust.

"I can do that." You nodded, leaning back in your husband's chest, sweat already covering your forehead, wanting to be done with this. "I'm freaking Y/N Avery, I can do this."

Arizona shrugged and smiled slightly sitting down on the chair at your feet. "See? Just like that, If you have enough power, I need you to push."

Leaning back on Jackson's shoulder, you placed your hands on your knees, as a pain struck your abdomen, leaning forward you placed all your power on your core.

"Push push, you're doing great." Arizona spoke up, giving you a single spark of hope. "If you have the power, you can push again."

Not giving a single answer, you placed your chin on your chest and pushed once again.

"Head is out, one more firm push, and you're almost done." The blonde surgeon spoke up, giving you courage, knowing it was almost over.

Getting al your power together and sweatdrops covering your forehead, you placed pressure on your body for the last time as a loud cry was sounded across the room and made you lean your head back on Jackson's shoulder.

Seeing Arizona stand up with a bundle wrapped in a white towel, you held out your hands toward your friend. "It's a baby boy."

"Well aren’t you the cutest little thing?” Jackson whispered, caressing his son's cheek.

"I carried that for 9 months, you better call me cute AND badass." You retorted, gazing up at your husband. "Because I am."

"Yes you are, and I'm proud." He answered, kissing you sweaty forehead. "You are."